#I didn’t like shiggy for the longest time

[crybaby-bkg]

I’ve been getting more into creepy, obsessive, a little Yandere Dabi and Shigaraki and it’s driving me absolutely insane omfg

[mysteroads]

Indomitable Will

Summary: Following the events of Chapter 419, Tomura finds he still has some choices to make, and nothing is going to stop him.

Chapter 1: The Broken and The Stolen

He was pain. Just anguish wrapped in silent screams. He wanted to be less than that. He wanted to be nothing. If he stopped existing, then he wouldn't hurt so much. It was agony to know everything he had been was a lie! 

Everything?  What about them? 

Faces swim into view. He can’t take them all in, but details and impressions stand out.

Staples, amethyst scars, and blazing blue eyes. 

Eyes like honey and a wide, sharp smile. 

Green scales, violet hair, bravado to hide the shyness. 

A slashing scar above spaniel brown eyes, a smile so honest only the truly heartless would turn away.

Clever brown eyes, wild hair, a finger in front of his lips to hold in a secret.

Yellow tinted sunglasses, ruddy lipstick, and auburn hair.

Were they a lie? Was the promise you made them a lie?

"NO!" 

His denial is a jolt. A shock to a faltering heart. The pain doesn’t ease, but he becomes more than just pain.

Another jolt, this time of panic, comes when he feels hands touch him, panic that eases when he realizes that these hands aren't room temperature dead flesh. They're warm. Alive. So alive they burn, but it’s the sting of frozen fingers thawing in front of a campfire, not the emotional and spiritual agony he can still feel tearing away at him.

“There you are, sugar. Thought we lost you for a second.”

“Jeez, boss man. Way to give us a scare!”

He knew those voices. He knew these hands— big, rough, gentle— He knew them! But he couldn’t put a name to them!

“How about you put a name to yourself first, pumpkin?”

“Yeah, pull yourself together! Scatterbrain!”

Scattered? Yes, he supposed he was. Shattered might be a better word. Shattered after learning he was a lie. Everything had been a manipulation from his birth to this moment. None of his choices were his own. He was nothing but an empty vessel, a suit prepared for a monster to slip into. Nothing nothing nothing—

The warm hands tightened on him, dragging him back from the brink. “You’re not nothing! You chose us, didn’t you? And we chose you! You chose to care about us! That wasn’t All For One, that was you!”

Right. Sens— All For One didn’t have friends. He had pawns.

Focus. Who am I?  

Two Names presented themselves, and he could feel the capital letter in the word Name.  

Tenko Shimura.

Tomura Shigaraki.

Both Names carried so much. So much it was nearly unbearable, but he’d borne it all before, and he could do it again. Tenko was his core, his foundation, the seed from which he’d grown. Tomura was who he’d grown into. He hadn’t chosen either name, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the men who’d given them to him, but right now… he had a choice.

“‘Tomura’ comes from the verb, ‘tomurau,’ which means to mourn and express sorrow over death and farewell,” he remembered All For One telling him. 

Tomura decided that the name fit him. He’d mourned and grieved his whole life, and caused others to mourn and grieve. It was the name he’d had the longest, and the one his friends called him by. He’d keep Shigaraki too, but only because he secretly liked the nicknames his League came up with. Shig. Shigs. Shiggy. Even Shiggy-kun. He'd only let Toga call him that one, though. 

As soon as he’d decided what to call himself, he felt himself… come back together. He was a person again, not a ball of misery.

“I’m Tomura Shigaraki,” he told the hands, and felt them pat him approvingly. One even ruffled his hair.

“Good going, Shig! Knew you could do it! You’re the strongest guy in the world!”

“We’re rooting for you, Shiggy babe. Even if you can’t see us, we’re here. Keep fighting!”

His eyes widened. He knew them now. “Big Sis? Jin?” No answer came, except in the sensation of being pushed gently, until he fell into his body… or something close enough to his own skin that he felt relatively comfortable in it. 

There was a breeze here, smelling like stardust and tasting like ozone. The ground beneath him was gritty. Was he where the Vestiges had been? It felt kind of like that, where he’d fought All For One for control of himself. No… No, he wasn’t there. Deeper than his inner self too, deeper than where Midoriya had punched through to talk to him. Somewhere adjacent to both, though. Well, nothing for it but to look around.

With an effort, he opened his eyes.

It took all his self control not to scream. He was not alone. There were... things? beings? people? all around him. Some looked human or at least human-shaped; others looked like they'd started out human, but had been broken apart and the pieces reassembled with new parts like Frankenstein's monster on crack; and a few were nothing but smears of color and light.

Rivet Stab and Air Cannon! he realized, seeing one with wings made of jagged red and black spears, and another with little tornadoes for hands. These were quirks! All the quirks All For One has stolen. There were more here than he’d realized. It kinda made sense he’d be here with them. Quirks were a piece of a person, after all, and right now Tomura was a fragment of himself.

The more he thought, the more he pulled more of himself together and the more solid he felt. As he became more present, his vision sharpened and something else came into focus: All the quirks were wrapped in chains the ugly, red brown color of dried blood. His eyes lingered on those chains, following the links up as they stretched into an infinity of roiling dark, then back down to the mass of stolen quirks.

Stolen and broken, he thought. Just like me.  

A smile began to grow on what he assumed was his face. 

These are my kind of people.

"Hey!” The quirks turned toward him, and his smile turned into a grin. “You guys interested in a co-op?"

They stared at him. Or, he assumed they were staring. Not all of them had eyes. He could feel the weight of their attention, and not all of it was friendly. That was fine. He, Dabi, and Toga had tried to kill each other right out of the gate, after all. What was a little murderous intent between allies? He tried to push himself up off the ground and that terrible pain lanced through him again. This time, at least, his screams weren’t silent. 

Shaking, he looked at himself. Ghostly barbed wire wrapped him from head to toe. It even pierced through him in places, digging into his body, the thorns dripping poison that smelled like honey and ate away him like his mentor’s words. How fitting. With every drop of venom, he listened again to All For One.

“Poor Tenko Shimura… Benefitting from my guidance every step of the way but amounting to nothing!”  “Not a single one of your choices have been your own.”  “The tragedies. The ordeals. The rejection. The validation. All granted by me.” “I sought a seedbed fertile for hatred to grow.”

This time, Tomura didn’t let the pain overwhelm him. He let it fuel him. Gritting his teeth in a rictus smile, he fought one arm free of the barbed wire, seized the sickly metal, and began to tear it from his flesh. Panting, he pulled and pulled, yanking when he had to, tears mixing with blood until he laughed from the pain. “You want hatred, Sensei? Oh, I’ll give you hatred! I’m such a good little student! I always listen to what you teach me!” 

With a final wrench, he pulled the last length free and tossed it away. He was so tired. So very tired. But he wasn’t going to lay here and stop existing. He’d tried that. It hadn’t helped. 

“Don’t give up,” he giggled, and forced himself upright. “Stand up and begin again! Ain’t that right, Sensei? Good lesson. Liked that one. And I did it plenty of times without you! Got lost once or twice, but I found my way again. So what if I needed help? You needed plenty of help when All Might turned your face into a potato and ruined your lungs. I wasn’t the one sucking on life support. At least the people with me actually liked me, you ballsack looking motherfucker!”

Looking up again, Tomura found a quirk standing in front of him. It looked like a cat themed magic girl. It took his muddled brain a second, but then he remembered. “Hey, Search. Nice kitty.”

It? She? Looked at him, hands on her hips, then tapped the chains wrapping around her body. 

“Huh?”

She tugged the chains until they rattled, then gave him what felt like a pointed look. Ah. Okay, he understood now. They’d passed murderous intent and were now in cooperation mode. Reaching out, he grabbed the chain with both hands. One link was as long as his middle finger and thick around as his thumb! How was he supposed to get this off without hurting the quirk? He didn’t have Decay here. He had to try though.

As he ran his hands over it, he realized that the chain felt… brittle? Like it was rusty. Carefully, he began to twist and flex it, link by link, until one began to crack. Eagerly, he worked faster, bending it harder, even trying to pull it apart. Then, unexpectedly, it snapped in half! That single broken link was a catalyst, the others breaking apart in a chain reaction until Search was free! 

She jumped up and down, clapping her paws as her form became clearer and clearer, until she really did look like that cat themed hero. When she’d finished celebrating, she got up on her tiptoes and kissed his forehead— which was gross because he was all bloody and sweaty, and also because it made him blush. Then she took his hand and her body shifted, twisting and growing thinner until it became— a red thread? 

It was possibly the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long damn time. A single thread of a glorious red stretching up into infinity, dark as garnets and blood, glowing like a sunset’s reflection on the sea. 

His favorite color.

Wrapping the thread around his wrist so he wouldn’t lose it, he turned to the next quirk. It was exhausting, and seemed to take forever to find each weakened link, but he wasn’t about to quit. With every quirk he freed, a thread was added to the one around his wrist. The thread became a string, then a cord, then a braid, and then a rope. He could feel tension building up between him and whatever was at the other end. Tomura could guess what— or rather, who was at the other end.

He was looking forward to finding out for sure.

There was a tense moment near the end when he reached the quirks that had belonged to One For All. “Well?” he demanded, looking at them, counting silently. There was one missing, and he didn’t know if he was disappointed by that or not. Tomura wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing his grandmother right now. 

The quirks looked at each other, then nodded, and let him put his hands on their chains. These ones, at least, were thin and flaking already. Newly forged, if he had to guess the reason. They broke easily, and five more threads were added to his rope.

Then there was only one.

This quirk looked so broken. Hunched shoulders, too skinny with a jutting collarbone and visible ribs, hair all clumpy and unkempt, knobby fingers covering its face like a weeping angel, and its edges were in a constant state of fraying. 

Or Decaying.

“You caused me a lot of problems, you know,” he told it quietly. The quirk huddled in on itself even more, trembling from top to bottom. “My family, my dog, my favorite controller… all of them dust. But it’s not like you had a choice either. You didn’t pick me. You weren’t even whole. But… looking back, I think you at least tried your best to keep me safe.” The trembling didn’t stop, but the covered face turned toward him. “Half of the problem was me. I was always fighting you, subconsciously rejecting you. I mean, kinda obvious why, but it didn’t really help me. You know what, though?” And now Tomura smiled again, the memory of Deika City still a shining moment for him. “We were pretty badass once we got in sync.”

The quirk stood up straight, lowering its fingers enough to peer at him with dull eyes the same color as his. 

Tomura held out his free hand. “This time, let’s choose each other. I want you. No one fits me better than you. We’re two pieces broken by the same hand, two things reshaped to become weapons and not allowed to become more. No one understands us better than we do. Please, be my partner again?”

Decay skipped shaking his hand and instead threw itself at him, wrapping twiggy arms around his neck and pressing its face against his chest. Tomura bit his lip so he didn’t make any more pathetic noises and hugged his quirk as tightly as he could. “I missed you,” he admitted. “Thank you.” 

A breath, then Decay slipped back inside him, settling under his skin like a contented cat. And it didn’t itch at all.

Tomura felt whole for the first time in months. 

Looking up, he tugged on the rope, pulling it taut until it twanged and vibrated, and visualized the roiling clouds parting. They did, and with them went the empty, windy darkness around him. 

Once again, he was in that weird half-world of vestiges and the subconscious, and before him was the broad back of his former teacher. It was made of broken things, as always. 

“Broken things and stolen things and really ugly faces, that’s what little AFOs are made out of!” he sang to himself. The shining red rope led straight up. Well, he was already exhausted, bleeding, emotionally drained to the point of near delirium, and running on fumes.

So, nothing new.

Tying the rope around his waist so he could have both hands free, Tomura began to climb. It wasn't easy, but what in his life had been? Still, it sucked. His bare feet and hands were soon torn to ribbons, the blood making his grip slippery. Legs and arms shook like branches in the wind, so much he was sure they would snap. His lungs burned, each breath a torment rattling through a bone dry throat. The rope was his saving grace. He soon found it acted like a belaying rope at a climbing wall, taking just that little bit of effort from him, keeping the tension when he paused to rest. And, when he accidentally rested his forehead against it, he thought he could hear voices whispering encouragement.

Wishful thinking or not, he would take what he could get. And he climbed.

Then, at last, he was there. “Heh… my turn to get in his head,” he chuckled, then shouted, “HEY! TRY TO ALT-F4 ME FROM MY OWN BODY, WILL YOU?! TOO BAD! I LIVED, BITCH!”

He felt All For One’s shock, his outrage, his fury… and his fear.

God that fear was sweet. 

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST DIE, YOU PERNICIOUS VERMIN?” His teacher’s voice was a rumble of thunder across that weird world. Tomura could tell that his distraction was not a welcome one. Seemed like the heroes were still putting up a fight! He dug his bloody fingers into the false skin, hoping it hurt All For One as much as it hurt him.

“Blah blah, something something, Indomitable Will, remember?”

There was a split second of startled hesitation from All For One, and Tomura took advantage, rushing on, voice mocking and syrup sweet, “Why are you so upset, Sensei? I was always an obedient student, wasn't I? I'm just being what you made me, Sensei!” The monster's pseudo skin shattered, and not just beneath him. As Tomura’s rage swelled, every bloody hand and footprint he'd left on his climb became a conduit for Decay, and it spread with the same ferocity he'd unleashed upon awaking in the doctor's lab.

The sound of destruction was still so~ much~ fun~ to hear.

No  hesitation from All For One this time, only fear. As he'd expected, the world around Tomura shook and jerked, a giant hand reaching for him, trying to swat him off or crush him. A casual touch from him and Decay turned it to dust.

Smiling grimly at the sound of All For One’s agonized screams, Tomura concentrated Decay around his hand until he felt like it might come apart. He might not walk away from this, but neither would the thing who killed his family and ruined his life. There wouldn’t even be a sliver of an echo of a memory left behind. He wouldn’t allow it. 

“I am a weapon forged from pain and hate. I destroy what I hate, and I hate you more than anything, Sensei.”

Rearing back, Tomura Shigaraki put the full force of his non-corporeal body into the strike, plunging his hand into All For One’s skull, unleashing Decay and with it every ounce of hatred, rage, despair, and hope he had.

“Now, give me my body back already. I have people I need to see.” 

[bbybaku]

cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki

yes i know its july. 

1.8 k words 

slow burn but there is smut 

warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion

your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.

you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.

the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it. 

but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”

you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.

“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.

“what? we always-“ you asked

“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said

 you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.

you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.

“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.

“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.

“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.

you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it. 

week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.

you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?

you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes 

the movies you had made together.

the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.

he looked pale.

you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.

“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”

you gulped “oh okay”

you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.

the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.

you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.

and he left. 

it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did. 

you texted him to hang out. 

the two of you got coffee then made out in the car. 

his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch. 

shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?” 

you sighed “im sorry i just-” 

he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”

 his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got  when he was irritated. and he knew it. 

“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw. 

“do you want to be like that?”  he talked down to you with a smirk.

“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift. 

you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be. 

the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating. 

he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside. 

“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly. 

he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs” 

the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it. 

he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open. 

you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat. 

shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability. 

he loved having you at his mercy. 

he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs. 

“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.

and just like that he dove right in.  

he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him. 

his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.

“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.

he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit. 

you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp. 

he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling. 

he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache. 

he blew cold air on your exposed heat. 

you cried out. 

and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered 

“please” you whispered

“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing.  i said to beg like the whore you are.” 

you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.” 

“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance. 

he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.

his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles. 

you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache. 

he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds. 

your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release. 

“please i - can i please” you whined. 

shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening 

the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth. 

he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?” 

and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit. 

his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud. 

you were crying at the pleasure. 

his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you. 

your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.

you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.

you could feel him smiling on you.

shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.

he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you. 

if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator. 

your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out. 

your lower body convulsing. 

tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.” 

“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed 

shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh. 

“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could. 

“no” he said sweetly. 

your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked. 

you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences. 

the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator. 

with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up. 

despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony. 

“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths. 

refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants. 

he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground. 

“well what if we” you started. 

“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”

“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.

“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped

“why?" you whinned

he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed. 

“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”

"um i-” 

you went to speak but no words came out. 

shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex” 

“oh” you said feeling yourself blush

he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”

he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine” 

“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck. 

masterlist

[swoftbambi]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧 𝐠𝐨 🏹🤍

˳ ⊹ ݂pairing: erwin smith x fem!reader (canonverse)

˳ ⊹word count: 1k

˳ ⊹authors note: i thought of this concept and was gonna write it for dabi or shiggy but erwin fit perfectly for me and i just wanted to write for him since i usually don’t thx love ya mwah!

another long night restless, wondering when he would come back. your anxiety grew more and more, this week worse than the last. erwin would be gone for periods of time but would eventually show up before the months end. his longest trips usually being two months. though you knew that nothing would happen to him, his army would win as per usual it never stopped these sinking feelings every night, wondering if you would get handed a letter from one of his men.

tossing onto the cloth white sheets, you twisted on the bed. memories of erwin and you together running through our head. thoughts about you’re first outing together and when he took you to dinner to the local restaurant and pub. you smiled to yourself remembering how nervous he was, but he was a gentleman that stole your heart.

for a while you were about to fall asleep the heat from outside not bothering you anymore, until you heard the familiar light stomps of boots. you rustled on the bed, the noise getting closer, then the sound of a match being lit and an amber glow illuminated the bedroom.

“My love..., are you awake?”, the voice behind you softly whispered, a hand being placed on your back. turning around it was your husband erwin, you got up and fell into his arms. he felt warm, probably because of all the clothes he was wearing for a hot day.

“I’ve missed you, Erwin... so much”, you said pulling away from him. his hair grew a bit covering the tips of his upper eyes, his smile the same as always. his ghost, blue eyes visible even in the dull candlelight.

erwin lit the two candles on your bedside table, before sitting down onto the bed. he pulled off his boots before kicking them under the bed, taking off his uniform only leaving him in his loosely button dress shorts and briefs. he layed back onto the bed sighing with relief. he raised his head up finding you staring at him lovingly. erwin extended his arm out, wanting you to come with him. he pulled you into his chest your head resting on him.

“How are you, darling?”, he asked looking down at you, “how was it here?”. you looked up at him, gently rubbing his chest, “it was fine, everything was ok here, what about you?”

erwin sighed, “well, we killed as many titans as possible, the new scout Armin has been helping with plans on attacks lately, very bright fellow”.

you smiled, his stories about the new scouts and his missions were interesting and always left you wanting to tell more, maybe because you missed his voice, they always peeked your interests.

“he sounds like you, conjuring up plans for the military corps”, you replied, erwin smiling at your comment.

a moment of silence fell between you two. erwins grip was tighter on your waist and you placing your head into his neck. you inhaled smelling his signature smell of wood and leaves.

erwin spoke once more talking about his time at Mitras and all the fun stories about titans, the new and old, the places he’s visited and the new scouts. you told all the stories about the townspeople and all their drama, the plants you’ve grown in your garden and the new neighbors in the house next over. laughing and giggling, you felt like it was the old times agains. as the conversations continued you felt erwin starting to get quieter as he spoke.

you raised up from the bed looking at your husband, “What’s wrong, my beloved, why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”. erwin looked up at you his eyes a bit sorrowful.

“I wish I didn’t have to tell you but I will be leaving soon, for another mission, maybe by tomorrow they’ll need me”, he confessed.

bits of water filled your eyes, as you tried not to cry from the news you just heard. he couldn’t leave right after he got home, from a trip maybe even longer than the last. “I don’t want you to leave, you just came back, Erwin”, tears finally falling from your face.

Erwin cupped your face, wiping your soggy-stained cheeks, making you look at him. his eyes changed to a reassuring look. “I’ll be home before the season changes, my love, i won’t be long and I will send letters to you, like I usually do”, he flashed you a heartwarming smile. maybe you were selfish for wanting him to yourself, but you knew when he made a promise he always kept it.

“Make sure you send me souvenirs when you go, darling”, you replied, returning the smile. he leaned into you placing a kiss to your lips, it felt passionate and loving, sealing his promise with your lips.

“It’s getting late, sweetheart, we should go to sleep”, he said rubbing the small of your back, placing kisses on your shoulder. he pulled the covers down so you could get under them.

you obliged getting under the white, cloths and rested your head onto your pillow. erwin’s arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer towards him. he took a deep breathe before you felt him relax into the bed, “I love you Y/n...., so very much”.

rubbing his knuckles you replied, “I love you too Erwin”.

“Good night, darling”.

“Goodnight”.

as you both drifted into sleep you felt at peace with him in your arms, protecting you, feeling at home once again. you had dreams of plans you wanted to do with him before he had to leave again for another trip.

in the morning you couldn’t have anticipated that your husband was not in bed with you. only a small piece of paper, with black ink on it. It read:

Dear My darling Y/n,

I know I just made it back into the city, but i will be gone for 3 days and then I will be in your arms once again. I left some bread and butter for you before i went, not wanting you to go hungry. I am counting down the days before I will be home with you again. Stay safe, my love.

Love, Erwin Smith

you sighed pulling the note close to your chest, placing it onto your bedside table. as you made your way to the kitchen he did leave bread and a small bar of butter on the table for you. you hoped he returned home, earlier than what he said but all you could do was wait.

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[bepp-ers]

Love is love | Yandere! Shigaraki T. X Reader

so, thanks to this wonderful anon and their ask, we have some yandere shiggy and of course, a gender neutral reader. my way of gender nuetral may be a little different so some people’s, but i simply use them/they and you thought/you said/you did x action etc. so yeah, let’s get rolling. it may not be the longest but i hope it satisfies you my lovely anon. <3

How long had you been here? You weren’t sure, it had been so long.

You, average and simple [Name], were somehow spotted by one of the most feared villains of all time.

He loved you, to put it simply. No, he adored you. Every inch of you was sacred and for him and him alone.

At first, it hurt. Being taken from everything you’d known, so imperceptibly that you barely noticed. His standards of living were surprisingly high for a villain, but that was neither here nor there.

You’d learnt not to flinch at his touch, or call for help whenever the door opened, or try and escape whenever he was gone. You’d learnt love; true love.

True love was not like in fairy tales. True love was adoration, it was worship, it was constant praise and rambles of how you were wanted, no, needed and how you were irreplaceable.

No one could even get close, as you spent all of your time in his room. Your life was shockingly similar to a pet’s.

You didn’t do much, he ensured you ate and drank properly, had all your needs seen to and were always comfortable. When he was there, you remained by his side at all times. When he wasn’t, you remained alone.

Tomura’s goal was to make you as in love with him as he was with you. And it seemed to be working, as every dark day you spent there, you relied on him just a little more.

Of course, life wasn’t perfect. He was a villain, after all.

Late at night, when you were tucked close to his form, he’d talk to you until sleep graced either of your minds. He made it clear, in these late night talks, that you were not completely untouchable if you did wrong.

Those long, slender fingers dancing around your own frame could very easily be your demise, and he made sure to make it crystal clear to you.

Every second could be your last. But it never was, because you obviously loved Tomura very much! Why else would you have stayed with him for so long?

I mean, sure, you tried to escape. You screamed and screamed until your vocal cords nearly tore from the pressure. 

The amount of restraining, threatening and obedience training spoke nothing about the love between the two of you. It was true love, after all! How could you leave him alone now?

You’d been through everything with him. You knew everything about him. You were his everything, to be honest. You couldn’t leave him. You daren’t.

Not only would he find you and drag you back instantly, but you didn’t have the emotional strength to betray the man who loved you.

Even if it was painful, it was love. Love is love, after all.

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yknow my favourite character rn is Dabi, but i mean shiggy heyyyyy <3 thankyu so much for requesting this anon, sorry it’s not the longest or best! i like the aesthetic behind this kind of writing, where it tells a strory but like through your thoughts. please please request more if you like, everyone is welcome and i will only turn down the very strange requests. i write for  Obey Me! SWD? and BNHA/MHA. thanks my lovelies! <3

[fuckinsloshed]

very awkward confessions

tomura shigaraki x (fem) reader

The league headquarters was empty aside from Shigaraki and (y/n). The others were out on different missions which left the bar oddly quiet. Shigaraki was on the couch intently staring at his switch and (y/n) was at the bar reading. Or at least she was trying to, her eyes kept darting upwards at Shigaraki, being alone with him made her feel nervous, but not in a bad way. “Fuck I like him,” she thought to herself awkwardly. She wondered if he could possibly feel the same way, it was unlikely, he was the most wanted villain in Japan he didn’t have time for romance right? 

Shigaraki’s face was on fire, he was alone with (y/n). Ever since she joined he had wanted to be close to her, but it wasn’t going to ever happen. She was gorgeous, (h/l) hair, big eyes, perfect curves, and the most adorable laugh, Shigaraki knew he didn’t deserve that. It was only a matter of time before Dabi or Compress would catch her affections. Shigaraki was so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard footsteps coming towards the couch. “Whatcha playin?” (y/n)’s voice caught him off guard.

“Uh Animal Crossing…” Shigaraki muttered. (y/n) let out a snort of laughter. Shigaraki’s head hung low “I know it’s dumb,” he said in defeat.

(y/n) cocked her head “What no, not at all I just think it’s cute that the leader of the League of Villains plays Animal Crossing in his free time.” This made him blush.

“What do you mean cute?” Shigaraki asked, a hint of annoyance and alarm in his voice. (y/n) started to panic inside, she had never flirted with someone she had feelings for. 

“Well I- um uh I’m not trying to make fun of you or anything, I mean cute in like a good way,” she said, stumbling over her words. 

“Oh,” Shigaraki said. The atmosphere in the room was incredibly dense and the tension could cut glass. Shigaraki didn’t know what else to say, she said something he did was cute, could she actually be interested in him? (y/n) on the other hand thought she had fucked it up, he probably thought she was pathetic.Why did she even bother trying in the first place? Suddenly Shigaraki stood up and walked in front of her. (y/n) was frozen in place, she felt so nervous and almost scared, two emotions she hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Why did you use the word cute?” Shigaraki broke the intense silence.

“Because I think you’re cute…” (y/n) blurted out, covering her mouth in embarrassment. Shigaraki was in shock, and without thinking grabbed her hand away from her mouth and kissed her. Her lips were soft against his dry chapped ones, it was better than he imagined. (y/n) thought she was dreaming, she cupped his face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs over the scars she had secretly admired for the longest time. 

Then the door opened, causing them to break off the kiss, Dabi and Toga entered the bar. Frustrated, Shigaraki grabbed (y/n)’s wrist and headed to his room without saying a word. 

They entered his room and he swiftly closed the door. 

“Do you really think I’m cute?” Shigaraki asked, holding (y/n)’s shoulders tightly. 

“I think you’re more than that Shiggy” she replied sweetly.

Shigaraki’s head was spinning, he didn’t believe any of this was happening, it wasn’t possible. So many emotions were washing over him, he didn’t know what to do. His insecurities wouldn’t let him accept his reality. He wrapped his arms around (y/n) and buried his face in the crook of her neck. 

“What’s wrong?” (y/n) put her hand on the back of his head. Shigaraki tried to respond but instead of words he just made an awkward wheezing noise. (y/n) lifted his head up and gazed at his face, he was crying. Panic shot through her, did she somehow manage to fuck it up now? 

Then, Shigaraki spoke, “Please tell me this isn’t some fucking joke Dabi made up,” his voice was shaky and nervous and more tears were welling up in his eyes.

“What the fuck? No not at all, I’ve liked you for quite a while actually,” (y/n) responded, wiping tears from his face.

“I’ve wanted to be with you since you first joined the league,” Shigaraki said sheepishly, and looked down awkwardly. 

“Damn what did it for you? Me telling Spinner to eat a dick or slapping Dabi?” (y/n) giggled.

“Both,” Shigaraki smiled and pulled her in to continue the kiss from earlier.

[inanabsentia]

They couldn’t tell how a half year spent obsessing over him, over destroying themselves had changed them, how those days had permanently transformed the person they were.

Ophelia

A sequel and alternative ending to an Overhaul x gender neutral reader in which Overhaul’s S/O commits suicide by drowning themself in the bathtub of their shared room. Except this time, he saw.

LINK TO OPHELIA ACT ONE

Who knew that silence could be so deafening.

He hadn’t spent much time with you ever since he had started taking on the project on producing anti-quirk bullets. No one could blame him though, he was one step closer each day to becoming the ruler of the underworld, the messiah who would illuminate light onto the detrimental impacts of the filthy heroic society which had overglorified quirks and their use.

It was his time to shine anyway, his time to bring glory back to the man who had raised him and the environment which invited him with open arms.

After all, what better way is there to pay back to his pops whom he holds close and dear to his heart? Even if that meant using underhanded methods.

Chisaki Kai Overhaul mentally went through the checklist In his mind, mulling over whatever he had accomplished during the day, pondering where he should go next. Right now though? Rolling in bed beside his Angel didn’t seem like such a bad idea though, he had missed—

Oh yeah...His Angel was patiently waiting for him in their shared bedroom, probably staying up late like most nights just to greet him. He should hurry up, he doesn’t like the sight those dark eye bags of yours as a result of waiting up late for him. His emotional side found it rather endearing this act of yours, but his logical side (which he used much, much more) was adamant on making sure that you were not sleep deprived because of him.

But that didn’t settle the feeling within him. That familiar feeling of dread, like the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Kinda like that feeling when you knew a thunderstorm was approaching and you’re still in the middle of the woods, left unprotected without an umbrella and left at the mercy of the rolling thunderstorms and the downpour of rain which resembled sharp daggers piercing deep into your skin.

Yeah, something akin to that. He didn’t like that feeling though because his logic couldn’t seem to comprehend and explain this particular feeling. He’s tried to brush it off, focusing more on trying to make his way back to the shared bedroom between you and him. But he had to admit that the feeling never really went away, it just settled there in his stomach, a growing pit of trepidation and Fervor intensifying deep within him to the point he couldn’t deny its presence anymore.

His mind was convoluted with dark imagery of the worse possible outcome scenarios— his production coming to a sudden halt and the hardwork and research he’s put in years for being rushed down the drain. Pops never really waking up from his comatose state as induced by Chisaki Overhaul himself, never getting the chance to see the new profound glorify Overhaul had created within the Shie Hassakai.

But what about Y/N?

His Angel? The one person who had been by his side for the longest (asides Chrono), having been by his side during his best and his worst, illuminating his life and giving him a reason to keep striving forward, to keep going on. Your angelic presence alone had instilled something akin to excitement within him, he felt like he was 10 again, yet he feels this like he’s never felt for the longest time.

It was a good feeling though, it had warmed him and filled his entire being with serenity and tranquility. He liked the effect you had on him and he cherished you. He liked you, a lot and he wanted to rule his new future with you by his side, proudly standing tall next to the messiah of his shared vision, sharing the joyous moment of having been able to finally achieve it all.

But why did it feel so...off now? The joy he felt was only short-lived and that feeling of dread came back again. It came back to haunt him again, reigniting those horrific imagery (that he desperately tried to bury to the crevices of his mind), tormenting him, filling his entire being with chaos and madness. It felt wrong. If felt oh so wrong.

He reaches your shared bedroom and hesistates before reaching for the door knob, silently noticing how the light which peered from the gap between the door and the floor and become much dimmer. Of course, He was observant to the minute details, he had to be in this line of work.

And with the courage he mustered to twist the handle and push the door, the sight of the dimly lit bedroom greets him, the only light illuminating the room coming from the bathroom at the side. It wasn’t usual for his angel to be taking a shower so late in the night but then again, there were no sounds emanating from the bathroom.

No rain-like sounds from the shower head, no hard soap scrubbing sounds, no melodious singing coming from his angel, nothing.

Except for a few bleak and desolate water drops, falling into a mass of water.

It was eerie. It felt wrong on it felt so off.

Drip drip drip!

He inched his way closer to the bathroom, the room was so silent he could hear his heart palpitating and thrumming against his chest fervently.

Drip drip drip!

He noticed the unmade bedsheets, the solemn books left hapzardly strewn across the floor, very unusual from the methodical and neat way you would organise your belongings.

Drip drip!

“Angel?”

Drip!

And then his heart with absolute horror fills.

Time stood still. Who knew that silence could be so deafening. The sight of your desolate and despondent eyes greeted him, all devoid of life as life your very soul had been sucked all up, leaving behind a mass of human meat sack, waiting to be disintegrated into an abyss of nothingness. Your poignant expression to him made you seem like you just wanted to curl up and disappear into an air of absentia.

The painful moment which lasted for an eternity for both individuals finally seemed to end once he propelled himself forward and wrapped you into a tight and warm embrace, an oddly comforting gesture considering how cold you were due to how Long you had been sinking yourself into the bath tub of water, imagining it as if it were the large ocean, carrying you away from your woes whilst your worries melted and washed away with the tides.

Just a few minutes ago, you wanted to bring an end to your misery and life. Now though? You were glad he’s here and that you were here for this. And so was he.

“Oh angel..,” were the first words he spoke, his voice cracking which went by unnoticed by you due to how intimate the gesture was. Your warms tears soaking his already damp shirt, your fingers curling around his body as you squeezed the shirt behind him at the familiar term of endearment.

“Kai, I was only ever thinking about you, you know?” Your cries muffled as he pressed your face into his chest, cooing and soothing you as he listened to your misery. Oh how miserable his Angel must have felt! The guilt wrenched his heart and the feeling intensifies, now his own tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to fall too.

Deep down though he knew, he knew that he needed to express to you a love that’s reciprocated, a love that’s worth wanting. He needed to be better.

And he vows that internally to himself by gently grazing his fingertips underneath your eye bags to brush away the tears cascading down your cheeks. His lips shook and he struggled to find the words to say. But he had a inkling; a feeling that you understood he knew how much he had fucked up.

For some time, he was uncertain. But now, he’s sure that it was him and them. Them and him. And Hand in hand together, they’re floating through the cosmos. 

END

Thank you for readin this! 😜

Link to another Overhaul x reader Semi-angst oneshot in which after losing his arms, Overhaul hallucinates his (non gender specific) S/O comforting him into a paradise far, far away, reminiscing about another universe where they are so in love. Entitled: Doleur Exquise

Taglist for this ff: (anyone may request to be included for future works too! I write for Dabi, Shiggy and Birdman!)

@snow99fire

@glassartpeasants

[amajikibby]

a few ideas that run through my head about random mha/bnha. if i could write i would, but i don’t proofread or use commas :) they’re shit but i can’t get them out of my head

based off “10 Seconds” Jasmine Sullivan. i feel like this song would fit dabi the most but honestly you could use anyone.

“You broke my heart with all your lies, you really should look for an exit, cause you running out of time”

-hours. it had been hours since he had lasted called, you were fed up. for the longest time you had your suspensions that dabi wasnt telling the truth about where he would go in the middle of the night. where he went after the missions the lov gave him. he came home smelling like perfume. a smell you couldn’t get out of your nose, like it was stuck on you and him. you pushed yourself to believe some girl was drunk and all over him but this was the last time you made yourself think that..

“gave you my all and look what you did to us, cussing and looking for something to hit you with”

- you grabbed your keys thinking of where the dark haired villain could be. you almost convinced yourself to go back to bed, but that wouldn’t work tonight. you went to a few different spots, the hideout, his apartment, and even u.a., your last option was the only bar he never got noticed at. you walked in and looked around. there you saw him half drunk, with the girl you could only assume was the reason as to why he smelled like terrible perfume. you broke a beer bottle, smashed some glasses . spewing out every name in the book you could call him. before you got to hold the bottle to him, you were being taken out. “fuck you touya” you spat, he knew you lost you right then and there

“Lost Ones” - Jasmine Sullivan

-bakugo knew he was an ass to almost everyone, the only thing on his mind was being a pro hero and beating “shitty deku” at everything he could. it irked your last nerve for him to come home and give you a half assed kiss and go into his office to do more hero work. not a “hey baby, how are you?” he didn’t eat anything you cooked. you even stopped making a plate for him, he didn’t even seem to notice. it was a routine. hero work, home, more hero work, sleep. it seemed like you didn’t fit into his schedule anymore.

“try not to love no one, i know that that's too much to ask i know I'm a selfish bitch, but i want you to know ive been working on it”

-you left, you couldn’t handle the way you were being treated. you knew you still loved him but you didn’t even feel like you were apart if his life. you felt like a background character in his life. you got your own apartment, and you two never really talked unless you were at the apartment to drop some of his things. you still made dinner for two people, you just ended up calling kiri over to take it to him on most days. seeing him brought too many memories back, some that you’ll never get to have again. you ran into eachother at the supermarket, he still bought your favorite things. you two had lunch. he apologized, he almost poured his heart out, he said he loved you, but all you could do was smile sadly. “i’ll never stop loving you, but your words mean nothing to me. you’ve made me feel like i was nothing... and until you stop being selfish.. we can’t be together” you gathered your things and kissed his cheek and walked out. you got to your car and stood at the drivers side for a few moments collecting your thoughts before you got in your car.. has he changed?

random stuff

-being the girlfriend of a pro-hero who barely slept was not the easiest job. you could never get shinsou to sleep. the both of you being night owls you would get sleepy maybe an hour or two before him. the only way you were falling asleep after him was if you had work to do. you tried to do everything in your power to get the lavender hair colored boy to sleep before you, nothing seemed to be working. “toshi.. don’t you think you need to sleep” he looked up from his desk in the corner of your shared bedroom and turned to you, with half lidded eyes. ‘yes he’s getting tired’ you thought to yourself. “no kitten, i don’t. but i think you do” and with that, he turned around to face his paperwork again... this boy and his sleep schedule are going to be the death of you.

-shiggy doesn’t like to admit it but he stares at you, but not in a creepy way like he did when you first came to the lov. he stares at you to get to know you. he really likes to watch you cook, it’s rare to see it because you aren’t at the hideout. he likes to tease you, making you think you read the wrong thing, sometimes he like just sit there to taste whatever you make. “don’t touch the bottom of the pan. it’s hot” you spoke before quickly running to your room in your apartment to get your phone. you heard him yell, you already knew what happened. you walked in the room and looked at him. “i told you not to touch it. do you not understand what the hell hot means?” you walked over to him and grabbed his hand. he flinched back. “i-it doesn’t hurt.” he managed to get out behind a painful half smile. “doesn’t hurt my ass, pull away from me again and see what happens” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand and tended to his wound”

thank you for coming to my random ass ted talk.. you can critique my writing :) or use it as an idea i highly doubt the latter will happen

[tsukki-lover]

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#5

Dabi

‼️slight nsfw‼️

Dabi is extremely protective over what is “his” and of course, in Dabis eyes, he owns you. So, when he sees you walking around the LOV headquarters in just short shorts and a tank top.. least to say he’s not too happy. He’s even less happy when he sees shiggy come up to you. Now, everyone in the LOV knows you are dating Dabi. You never officially announced it but past 11 pm all you can hear coming from your room we’re moans, whimpers, bed frames, and heavy heavy HEAVY degradation. So it was established that you two were together. So Shiggy knew damn well. Buuuut he also knew how good you looked in those shorts. The way they accentuated every curve on your body in just the right way. Dabi could see it too. although right now he was more focused on Shiggy’s left hand snaking around your side in a sly attempt to get behind you. Dabi wasn’t having any of it. So in about 25 minutes Shiggy would be laying on the floor with a bloody nose and you would be getting dragged into a bedroom.

“Shigaraki? Really? You’d let that sleazy fucker put his arms around you?” you were in complete shock after what has just happened so all you mangaged to choke out was, “N-no Dabi that’s not wh-“ you were cut off as you felt a hand come up to your face and harshly grab your jaw. “Shhhh shhh shhh pretty thing, it’s too late for excuses now. I mean look at you.. look at what you’re wearing. You wanted him to do it didn’t you? Huh? God I bet you loved the extra attention.” You hated to admit it but the way he grabbed you, the way he talked to you, it had you weak. You wanted him to teach you a lesson so you decided to play into his little game. “So? What if I was? You haven’t been doing much with me recently Dabi... I’m just a little touch starved.” “Oh so now it’s my fault,” he snarled, “Lay down little mouse. I’ll teach you not to talk back.”

191 notes • Posted 2021-02-18 15:45:53 GMT

#4

Dabi Headcannons

‼️NSFW AND SFW‼️

💙SFW💙

i’ve heard a lot of people say that dabi wouldn’t care/help you when you’re crying. i have very mixed opinions on this. like yes dabi is an asshole but if you’re dating him he’s not just gonna disregard how you feel. (if you’re not dating that might be a different story)

he’s not very good with consoling you because he never had that but he tries his best. he’ll run a bath and lay down with you while washing your hair and listening to you vent. he’ll order your favorite food or maybe even make it.

if you ever come back from a mission and you’re cut up he’ll tend to your wounds and vice versa. although when you try to help him he pushes you away and says that he can do it himself. (he always lets you do it. it’s just gonna take some convincing)

anytime dabi walks by you he’ll put his hand on your waist or kiss the side of your head.

dabi has trouble sleeping at night so once you’ve passed out he will trace small shapes on your back and along your arms and whisper things about how much he loves you and what he admires about you. he wouldn’t say it out loud because that’s too vulnerable for him but he thinks that you’ll hear it subconsciously.

❤️NSFW❤️

dabi likes to listen to music while you guys have sex. he keeps it quite enough to the point where he can still hear you moan and whimper underneath him.

dabi is extremely possessive so he liked to mark you. you constantly have hickeys and bruises. you have a burn mark of his name on your inner thigh.

dabi is a switch but he’s about 97% top. the only time he will let you top is to ride him and then he still keeps a dominant role. he’ll guide your hips up and down as you feel him filling you to the brim as he says things like “god you’re such a pretty whore”

he degrades you and praises you at the same time. he’ll switch up from “you look so gorgeous underneath me dollface” to “take this cock like the slut you are” in the matter of seconds and you love every minute of it

dabis favorite thing to do is to pound into you at a relentless pace while he slowly and softly kisses your neck leaving light bit marks and hickeys. he’s loves the way your eyes gloss over and the sheer look of bliss on your face. it could drive him insane.

193 notes • Posted 2021-02-19 15:10:02 GMT

#3

Thighs

Dabi

‼️nsfw‼️

fem!reader, dom!dabi, literally just eating out <3

dabi loves to lay in between your legs. head smushed by your thighs and everything. just absolutely engulfed by the plush and softness. i mean cmon... why wouldn’t he be? he can mark you skin up as much as he wants, and the easy access is a good plus. at any moment and can just move your panties to the side and eat out that perfect pretty pussy until you’re shaking and crying. god it’s his favorite. just laying there, on his phone, knowing that at any moment he could have you withering beneath him. it’s such a power rush for him. and oh boy does he do it often.

one day you were laying in bed with dabi, running your fingers through his hair and mindlessly scrolling through random apps on your phone until you felt him shift a bit. you glanced down to see that he had turned around and was now looking up at you. the sight of him between your legs, looking up at you, with his infamous shit eating grin spread across his face... needless to say you could feel the arousal already pooling between your legs. you set your phone down and looked at him, “yes babe?” you asked him. “let’s do something a little more... engaging?” he still had that goddamn smirk plastered along his face. “what do you hav- DABI!” you were cut off by a very surprising (welcomed) tongue guiding its self up your heat. his well trained fingers immediately putting themselves to work by harshly prodding your entrance. you bit your bottom lip as he curled his fingers upwards and sucked on your clit, admiring your beautiful body. all his. and he loves it so fucking much.

he loves watching the way your hips twitch and buck upwards in a poor attempt to get closer and chase your high. you felt him grab your hips and a death grip, holding you down “ahh ahh ahh.. cmon baby, you know i’ll get you there. screaming and cumming all over my tongue. so either let me do it, or you won’t get it at all.” the words sent a shiver down your spine as you tried to calm your ever moving pelvis. he looked up at you, making sure to make full eye contact as he devoured your pussy. “f-FUCK RIGHT THERE GOD! shit shit shit-“ and before he could say anything you were gushing on his tongue. he lapped up all of your cum like a starved dog before licking his lips and looking back up at you. “thanks doll, i’m in a much better mood” he leaned up and pulled you into a slow kiss before pulling your panties up and laying back between your thighs like nothing happened. he’s an ass, but he’s a good one.

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LMFAOOO IM SORRY THIS WAS SO BAD i’m still trying to learn how to write smut 😩☝️ i’m not doing too well (obviously) N E wayzzzz as always requests are open and please drink some water <3 ily babe

220 notes • Posted 2021-03-03 03:59:59 GMT

#2

mmmmm suna coming home from practice so absolutely exhausted and all he can think about is burying himself in your tight little cunt. it’s just so warm and you’re always so good for him. he walks into your guys’ shared room just to see you laying on the bed in one of his shirts. he’s absolutely done for. he pounced on you. grabbing and kissing any and all places he could find while slowly lifting up your shirt to see only panties underneath and you absolutely know he’s only gonna move them to the side (he doesn’t have the patience to take them off) poor boy just wants your pretty lil pussy wrapped around his cock until he’s begging and whimpering </33

256 notes • Posted 2021-08-18 05:07:38 GMT

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HORNY TEXTS pt.1

summary: basically just a FUCK ton of different haikyuu boys and how i think they would sext <3

cw: mentions of head (both male and fem receiving), mentions of slight bdsm???

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tsukishima , BOKUTO , oikawa , kuroo , semi , meian , atsumu

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slay ig 🥸

755 notes • Posted 2021-10-20 15:56:16 GMT

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[tooruluv]

Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader 

35. “as a goodbye” & 39. “in one breath because you can’t hold back any longer” from this list !

genre: angst, friends to almost lovers

word count: 1,179

warnings/notes: strong language, of course. shiggy being shiggy. lots of touch-starved love.

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Tomura Shigaraki was independent, individualistic. Yet, he was a leader. One with purpose and ambition and an entire group behind him to follow his orders. He was calculated, intelligent.

So, why is it that he had a weakness? A stupid girl who spent entirely too much effort in trying to touch him.

Shigaraki was not one to like human contact. In fact, he detested it unless he was the one initiating said contact, savoring the feeling of holding someone’s life in his palm. He never truly understood the aspect of human nature, the need to be touched and want to be hugged.

You were the quite the opposite. You would go out of your way to hug the league members after missions, check over everyone (including Shigaraki) for injuries. You would make meals when you noticed everyone hasn’t eaten. You would put in an effort to sit close to Shigaraki, put a hand on his thigh or put an arm around his shoulder.

He claimed to hate it, but allowed you to do it anyway.

It was your last day with the league, your final hours with them. With him. It was the arrangement: use your powers, help them by staying out of the line of action, and you can leave once there was no use for you anymore. Your quirk was one that was used through distance, and they needed someone on the inside that could “watch the battlefield from afar”. Then they found you.

As you were telling everyone goodbye, Shigaraki felt a pit in his stomach that he had never felt before. You hadn’t even looked at him that morning.

—

The first day that you touched Tomura Shigaraki was not too long after you joined. He had purposely avoided you when you arrived, and to be completely honest, you were terrified of him. He never spoke to you, never commanded you on what to do, never even looked at you. You got your commands from the other members, guiding you on what they needed from you.

Around a week or so into your new job, you were starting to become curious of the leader. He was the leader, yet he didn’t go out of his way for much of anything. You wanted to talk to him.

It was a day of silence, everyone just hanging out and doing whatever they do in their free time. Shigaraki was sitting at the bar, mind elsewhere. You sat on the stool two down from him. You were still new, still uncomfortable around everyone, so you sat in silence.

You turned to face him, “Do you realize that you do that?”

Silently, he turned to face you, too. You felt your stomach drop and your heart start to beat faster. He had his mask on, covering his face and hiding him from you.

“Do you realize that you scratch your neck?” You reiterated. Your eyes chased his, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was under the hand.

“I do realize that I do that, thank you very much for pointing that out.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry.” You immediately put your hands up in surrender. You moved to sit at the seat beside him. He froze, watching your every move carefully. You just apologized to him? For asking a question? “I just… you do it a lot. Scratch your neck, pick at your skin. I was just curious if it was a habit or if you did it on purpose.”

Silence. Your thigh was incredibly close to his. He reached for his neck again.

“Can I…” You leaned forward, words drifting in your attempt to pull his hand away. The second your hand touched his hand, right where it laid against his neck, Shigaraki snatched your wrist with four of his fingers. Your entire body seized, paralyzed with fear.

“Don’t.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Your eyes searched behind the hand, wrist limp against his grip. You feigned confidence.

“I’m aware.”

“You’ve never had anyone touch your neck, have you?” You tried. Your heart raced. That was the longest conversation with the leader you’ve had, and you didn’t know how much longer he would let it last.

“You do know that I am literally one finger away from turning you to dust?”

“I know.” You sent him a smile. A smile, of all things. “But do you know that you haven’t scratched your neck since you’ve been holding my hand?”

Shigaraki immediately dropped your hand. You giggled as it landed in your lap.

“I wasn’t holding your hand.”

“You most definitely weren’t.” You agreed, still smiling.

--

You turned around after a hug from Dabi (one in which you pulled him down and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and one that made Shigaraki’s eye twitch). He stayed seated when he caught your eye. You gave him a smile before heading in his direction.

“It’s my last day, you know.” You said, as if it wasn’t obvious. Shigaraki stayed stoic, rolling his eyes. “It’s your last chance to take me up on my offer.”

“The answer’s still no.”

You shrugged. “Figured I’d try.”

You pulled yourself onto the bar stool next to him, the warmth of your body next to his automatically sending a chill down Shigaraki’s spine. You didn’t reach to touch him, place a hand somewhere on his body or place your head on his shoulder.

He turned to look at you, suddenly confused. Although he would never admit it, your touch had become a routine to him. Why were you trying now to avoid it?

You smiled at him, but it didn’t reach your eyes. He noticed. He may be emotionally constipated, but he was one to be very aware of the people around him. You, specifically.

“I know you don’t really like it when I touch you.” You told him, that same fake smile plastered on your face. He wanted it to go away. “I figured I want your last memories of me to be something good, so I’ll just make this short. Shiggy, it’s…”

“I’ll take you up on your offer.” He interrupted.

You stopped, eyes flickering to his unmasked ones. You were shocked. “Wait… really?”

“Yes.”

--

There was something about the night sky that always fascinated you. You spent hours upon hours staring up at it on the balcony, blinking as the stars did.

Tomura Shigaraki had caught you like that several times.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked from the door. It was, like, the seventh time he had found you like that.

“I like to watch the night sky.” You replied. You weren’t even surprised that he was there. “You should join me sometime.”

“Don’t get your hopes up.”

You asked him several times since, to join you on the balcony and stargaze. He turned you down every time. 

"How about, on my very last day, you join me?" you offered one night after he denied you again.

"No."

--

You had fallen in love with the independent, individualistic leader. You were fully aware that it didn't make any sense, nor was it healthy. But you did.

It took about half of a year, half of your time with the league, for you to find yourself completely infatuated with him. You think that it was the first time that you viewed the entirety of his face.

He had returned from a mission, and you were the first to report to him. There was blood dripping from under his hand mask, Father if you remembered correctly, and your hand immediately reached to investigate.

"You're bleeding." you said.

"I'm fine." he moved past you, heading for his bedroom. You caught the door, following him in.

"Let me help. It's my job."

Defeated, he sighed. He took Father off, setting him on his desk, and sat on the edge of his bed. The second Shigaraki took off the mask, you were kneeling in front of him to take a look at the gash across his cheek and blood dripping from his nose.

As you scanned his face, your hand found his chin. He watched you more intently than you ever witnessed. It was personal, intimate. You allowed yourself to look over the entirety of his face; the scars and scratches, the bags under his eyes, his chapped lips. And he was gorgeous.

"I'm going to get first aid. You stay here."

--

The night sky looked different the night you left. As you gazed up, Tomura Shigaraki standing beside you, you realized that it really was goodbye.

Maybe if the two of you met in a different lifetime, or in a different way. Maybe if he understood emotions or was treated differently as he grew up. Maybe if there were no such thing as quirks or heroes or villains. So many maybes, not enough time.

You stood there in silence for a long while, taking in the full moon and twinkling stars. You looked at Tomura, someone you had come to enjoy the company of, and watched as the lights reflected off of him. He was gorgeous to you.

He stared up at the stupid stars you liked so much, searching for answers. You had offered for him to join you multiple times, but he never got it.

"This is stupid." He said.

You chuckled, returning your eyes to the sky. "The night sky reminds me of you."

That caught his attention. "How does a bunch of little specks and a big ass moon remind you of me?"

"You can't think of it literally." You smiled. "There's so much darkness, you know. It's full of black holes and emptiness, yet the moon and stars shine just as bright as ever. Like you."

He still didn't get it.

You inhaled, letting the cool air hit your lungs. “I love you.” You spoke, unprompted and in one breath. “And I know that it's unconventional, I just thought that you should know.”

Shigaraki didn’t reply. How could he when he didn’t know what that was like? Was that what it was? That feeling in his stomach and pressure in his chest when his mind was full of you? He didn’t think so.

“You don’t—”

“I do.” You stopped him. Your eyes focused on the stars while his were focused on you. You chuckled to yourself. You finally turned to him again, reaching your hands for his wrists like you usually do. He had to remind himself to breathe.

“I guess this is goodbye, huh?” You rubbed your thumb along his knuckle.

“Guess so.”

He watched you leave, feeling the ghost of your touch on his wrists.

[ddarker-dreams]

Yandere Villuans-Shiggy and Dabi and Overhaul- falling for a hero?

a/n: i read shiggy as shaggy. my brain cells deteriorate daily

Overhaul:

Overhaul is someone who looks down upon heroes, obviously. The only way I could ever see him obsessing over a hero would be if he didn’t know they were a hero at first. Your kindness would generally rope him in, as Overhaul needs someone to balance out his cynical personality.

Actually feels betrayed to an extent? If you were pleasant to him before, and he was unaware of your occupation, he’d feel upset. Partially at himself for even having feelings for you. But that initial negativity is replaced by something more sinister.

He tells himself that he can fix you. Overhaul believes that he has been enlightened with understanding, and he wants to show that to you as well. He basically thinks you’ve been brainwashed. But he’s never one to back down from a challenge.

Will attempt to make conversation with you, taking note of your reactions to his worldview. If you seem open to any extent to what he’s saying, he’d feel content. But if you vehemently oppose his position then he’ll get irritated with you.

Kidnapping is the only solution at that point in his mind. He wants to isolate you from this infected world, and cure you of your sickness. Overhaul thinks that this is the best way to go about things. 

Will still make conversation with you even if you’re (understandably) upset with him. You can beg and plead all you want but it doesn’t have an impact on him. Overhaul is patient and cunning, he’ll take his time in making you see his side of things.

He’ll “reward” you with various things when he thinks you’re making progress. Overhaul isn’t huge on physical contact but he’d like running his hands over your skin, it’d be intimate to him. 

Dabi:

Dabi would get a kick out of the situation in a twisted way. Seeing how feisty and passionate you are would be cute to him. He’d think you’re naive, but in an endearing way. 

Would flirt and tease you a lot, even if the two of you were fighting. He does it only to get you riled up. He loves seeing your face flush, and you stumbling over your words after he makes a vulgar comment to you. 

If he was ever “winning” a fight, Dabi would purposefully scare you into thinking you were in danger. He’d hover over you, taking in the sight of your panting, defeated form. When you think it might be the end, he would deactivate his quirk and just walk away lmao.

Very frustrating to deal with. He doesn’t care if you’re fighting with someone on your side, he’d focus solely on you. Picks you out of the crowd and gets gratification from your attention. The worst thing you could do to Dabi is ignore him, he wouldn’t take kindly to that.

Has a habit of pinning you against a wall. Not for any tactical reason, he’s just an annoying bastard. 

Dabi has hundreds of pictures of you on his phone. While he prefers seeing you in person, he still enjoys just looking at you like this. 

Dabi gets possessive over any villains who go to fight you. He sees that as his thing, and doesn’t like the fact you’re paying attention to someone else. Might be inclined just to show up, kill anyone you’re fighting, wink at you and then leave.

While he enjoy this game of his for some time, he’d want to get more intimate with you eventually. He has plenty in store for you depending on your reaction to his advances.

There’s a good chance he’ll need to kidnap you, and he’s aware of that. It’s preferable to him since all your attention will be on him from now on, as he’s always wanted it to be.

Tomura:

Would stalk you for the longest time. At the beginning, he would convince himself that he just wanted more information so he could get rid of you. But that slowly morphed into an obsession that took over his every thought.

You were always on his mind. He didn’t understand why, and it irritated him at first. He thought about killing you, but every time he went to go through with it, he just couldn’t.

Tomura is frustrated with the fact that you’re a hero. He thinks that you’re wasting your time and efforts. The fact that you’re doing something that doesn’t involve him made him jealous as well. He wants all your attention, and that’s that.

Breaks into wherever you live a lot. He likes looking around at your stuff, it feels intimate to him. He’ll run his hands over your clothes and bed, and be kinda creepy in general. He might start taking stuff if he feels like you won’t notice.

It would be a conflict of emotions if he ever ran into you on a job. On one hand he has his own goals he wants to accomplish. But on the other he’s utterly taken by you, and wants you to like him back. 

The fight would be him avoiding most of your blows, trying to get his own feelings in check. He’d tell his underlings not to lay a single hand on you, much to your confusion (and theirs). 

Kurogiri would be ordered to warp you back with them. He doesn’t see any other solution other than to make you his. He’ll take the necessary precautions so you can’t use your quirk, and will then keep you with him.

Tomura would only have one goal in mind: getting you to abandon your old way of thinking, and getting you to love him. He focuses a lot of attention on that. 

[justanotherlifeff]

I don’t think I’ve every actually seen a Tomura or Aizawa Fluff? As a asexual that shit HURTS to see them only in nsfw. So that being said, pLEasE make a fluff? 🥺👉👈

Let's end this world

The world was filled with injustice, even among the heroes. You found out this truth back when you were in your third year at UA. You were one of the top students, just after the big three, you got almost perfect scores in exams, you were what anyone would call a model hero. That was until one of your teachers got attracted to you and tried to force himself on you. There was a rule that every hero had to follow. That was, villains, no matter how strong they are, they must not be killed. Which is why, you were charged with third degree murder, since you killed a pro hero and you were 18 and old enough to be trialed as an adult. You planned your entire life to be a pro hero, which is why, you waited for justice to be served. Atleast that's how things work in the hero society right? You realised that you were wrong. No one believed you when you told them that the teacher tried to force himself on you since he had a good reputation. Honestly, you were okay with going to jail. You were never the one to break rules. However, when that certain pro hero's agency demanded that you take back your statement on him or else they would kill you before you even reached the jail, you decided that you were done. Done with being a hero because justice didn’t exist. Because you didn't want to die.

That's how you found yourself stranded in the streets, hiding from the authorities, your name plastered as wanted signs. When all hope seemed to be lost, you finally met him. You had already killed way too many people by now. A telekinesis quirk as strong as yours could be deadly after all. He found you just when you killed and robbed a man. "Oi, brat. You're (Y/N) right?" he called out. You recognised him almost immediately. Loose black hoodie, blue hair and a severed hand on his face... It was Shigaraki Tomura. "Stay the fuck away from me or else I'll fucking kill you." you growled. You were as good as a feral dog at this point. You only survived on the streets, killed, made money, lived off convenience store junk food. "Well, I had an offer that could've helped you get a decent meal and not look like shit but if you don't want it, go die in a ditch." Shigaraki told you before he started to walk away. Honestly, he just went out to get some snacks from the convenience store nearby and walked onto you killing a random guy. "Wait!" you called out, making Shigaraki stop. "What, you wanna talk now? Damn you really are some street dog aren’t you?" Shigaraki taunted you but you couldn’t bother about it now. All you needed was a good place to live and some good food. You'd do anything for it at this point. "What do you get out of this offer?" you asked him, glaring at him. "You'll join the league of villains and go on missions with us. In exchange for food, shelter and clothing, you gotta lend your powers to the league. That's pretty much it." Shigaraki drawled. Ofcourse you accepted the offer. You had nothing left to lose after all.

The world was cruel and you figured that out already. However, you had to admit, there was beauty even among the cruelty. While you killed people for a living, you couldn’t help but come to appreciate the time you spent with the other members of the league. Starting from kidnapping the Bakugou kid, each mission was fun. Toga would always stick to you as you were pretty much best friends. Honestly, she was a better friend than the people back at UA since she saved your life in multiple occations. Dabi was your other bestie since you pretty much saved his ass whenever he decided to pull pranks on your leader. Kurogiri was like a caring parent, unlike your real ones who didn't believe you back then. Spinner and Mr compress were extremely nice to you. However, the dynamic between you and Shigaraki was the most intense. You were the mom friend of the group, looking after everyone (Toga and Dabi especially) and Shigaraki found that part of you attractive. You just genuinely cared about everyone. While Shigaraki never showed it, he did his best to keep the team together and safe. You adored the way he would pretend that it's no big deal when he was pretty much keeping everyone together ever since All for one got captured. It didn’t take long for the two of you to have this strange dynamic. It started with talking more to him about not trying to kill Dabi whenever Dabi pulled a prank on him. With time, Shigaraki sat at the bar more often whenever you were there. While there wasn’t much to talk at the begining, when he asked you about your past, there sure was a lot to talk about. Eventually, the two of you would talk about literal random things, play games together, pretty much do almost everything together.

That was until one day, you acknowledged the butterflies in your stomach that only came whenever you talked to him. How you felt worried to death when he didn't come home after a mission. The League was having a financial crisis after All for one was gone and Shigaraki went on a mission alone to get enough money to restock supplies. It was supposed to be an easy mission, or so he told the group and he was supposed to be back by evening. The only problem was, he didn't come back till the next day. This event however, made you realise that you definitely didn't see Shigaraki as just a friend. Dabi went on missions like this several times and you never felt so worried. Having a talk with Toga helped you realise that you were hopelessly in love with your leader. However, you were sure that he wouldn’t return your feelings, which is why you decided to keep it to yourself.

The world was not fair and Shigaraki understood it at a very young age. In this world, nothing ever lasts. Everything decays away. His quirk was almost ironic in that sense. Everything he cared about was taken from him. To be fair, he was supposed to be stone cold by now. Which is why he was surprised by why he was remembering your face when he almost got caught during that mission. Why when he was in a near death situation, he remembered your beautiful smile. Why that made him feel all warm inside. Why? He didn’t know what to do with it. The last time he cared about someone he... No... He doesn’t want to remember that. He doesn’t want to remember the bearer of the hands that stick to him now. Coming back home to you seemed like the only thing he wanted at that moment. He knew that this wasn’t the mentality that he should be having. No, he shouldn’t be focusing on anything other than his goals. However, this just felt right. He just felt...happy. When he came back home and you hugged him and scolded him about making you worry, he was on cloud nine. You cared. More than anyone else. The others were surprised by how you weren’t immediately dusted. How he actually hugged you back. Shigaraki wasn’t an idiot. He figured out his feelings fast enough after a few internet searches. The point was, how was he going to act on it.

The world was a pitiful place to live in. Shigaraki found that out long ago. However, he didn't know that he would be in a pitiful place yet again. Struggling to keep the league going through the financial crisis was bad enough and now, he was struggling to figure out what to do with his feelings. He knew that you cared but if he told you of his feelings, would he ruin everything? Paranoia was something that never left Shigaraki and he found himself scratching his neck raw more often nowadays. You were concerned about him and the last thing he wanted to do was make you worried. The situation was downright horrible. That was until he accidentally let slip of his feelings. You were sitting with him on the roof of the dilapidated building the league was crashing at, watching the sun set. It had become a habit for the two of you spend time together like this everyday. "I'm worried about you Shiggy... Your neck is all raw... This isn't good for your health you know..." you stated, giving him an anxious look. "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you worried." Shigaraki answered, looking away at the setting sun. "Just talk to me. Even if I can't help, talking makes it feel better you know... Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me?" you asked him, trying to get him to talk. "Just drop it, (Y/N)..." Shigaraki muttered, clearly irritated by your questioning. "I'm not gonna drop it till you talk about what's wrong with you! You're hurting yourself damnit!" you raised your voice slightly. "What's wrong with me?! I'm in love with you out of nowhere! That's what's wrong!" Shigaraki raised his voice as well before realising that he literally just confessed.

The world was ambivalent. Both you and Shigaraki understood it that day. The surprised look on your face, the pink tint on your cheek, it made Shigaraki feel like he owned the world already. He'd die to see this for the rest of his life. He'd die for you. On the other hand, the look of shock, the unsure expression along with the clear devotion towards you written on Shigaraki's face made you realise that you were his for the longest time. You just didn't realise it. The world took everything from the both of you but here you are, with eachother, feeling complete, the sunset forgotten. "I... I love you too Tomura... I was afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same..." you confessed, looking away, blushing furiously. "Well, you were wrong." Shigaraki muttered, looking back at the sun that was almost gone with a smile on his chapped lips. "It's nice right? Being here together, watching the sun set even if everyone out there took everything from us... It's like giving them a huge middle finger on their face." Shiragaki scoffed, making you laugh. A moment of comfortable silence passed between the two of you before you looked at him, gave him a sweet smile and said, "Hey, Tomura, let's end this world together.". Shiragaki only looked at you and smiled as he hummed in response.

[Author's note: I don't get much opportunity to write Shigaraki since there's rarely any asks about him so I just had to write the itchy boi]

[morgana-ren]

I know I’m late to the party but I’m really new to ur tumblr and I freaking love all your stuff! It’s so amazing. The Repressed Shiggy series is like one of my favorites, I love how nasty and disgusting he is!! And I just finished “Come down to the Black Sea”... I’ve never wanted to be violently fucced by a homicidal merman more. Please tell me that that fic isn’t finished? I want his slimy dick in me...fuck, what have you done to me??? IM LOSING MY DAMN MIND

Ps. Love you ❤️🖤❤️

OH man, I totally forgot about Repressed Shig-man. That series STILL isn’t finished, I just could never quite come up with a good way to progress it that didn’t feel heavy handed or OOC. One of these days.... 

No! Not at all! CDTTBS actually pretty far from finished. The original (however bad it may be pre-production) was written on discord, and has quite a bit more to it. The thing that takes the longest is going through and reformatting it for tumblr/AO3. I won’t lie, I haven’t been huge on writing lately, especially large projects due to it not really feeling worth it. The stuff I’ve written lately hasn’t struck me as all that good, and that mixed with a large lack of feedback on the stuff I do end up posting makes a lot of the time I put into longer series just not worth it. It’s hard enough to crack out a few thousand word one shot and have it feel like it’s a waste of time, so while I don’t necessarily intend on stopping, things are deeeefinitely taking me longer to produce. 

Lmao I’m really glad you like it though! I’ll get around to finishing it eventually! I have the basic plot lined out, it’s just a matter of sitting down and actually writing it. 

Love you too! <3

[leagueofidiots]

Okay, consider, dabi having been the oldest sibling was so used to caring for others and had no one caring for him. But then, big brother twice (because that's the kind of role I imagine for twice) and suddenly he gets that kind of care and big brotherness. Honestly, I just like the idea of twice calling him "little bro".

OF COURSE I live for Dabi and Jin having a brotherly bond (thank you for making it canon, Hori!)

In fact, it was one of my favorite NaNoWriMo chapters to write (I'd just link it but idk how to just do one chapter)

Brief mention of suicidal thoughts! Makes sense without context

It was late at night, and the side room I'd selected to stay in along with Twice, Toga, and Mustard was chilly. While Toga and Mustard were at a decent temperature to sleep at, the heat of each other warming them as they'd laid and talked, Jin and I were still awake, him from the cold, me from my insomnia.

"Can't you light a fire or something? It's freezing in here. I've never been toastier."

"Where do you want me to put it, your face?" I mutter quietly, rolling onto my side.

"At this point that would be welcome. I would literally kill you," he rolls over too, now facing me from across the room. "Hey, can I come share a blanket with you? It worked for Mustard and Himiko."

"No, I'm not sharing a blanket with you."

"Why nooot? Fine, I didn't want to anyway. Please? I'm freezing," he whines, arguing with himself as usual.

"Fine, sure, whatever, but the second you start cuddling me, you're out," I concede, scootching over to make room on my portion of the floor.

He springs over before I can change my mind, nearly kicking Toga in the face on his journey. As he reaches me, rolling under the blanket like Jason Bourne, he sighs in satisfaction. "Toasty. It's like a blizzard under here."

I warm myself up a little bit to help him out after his icy foot brushes up against mine. The quicker he's warm, the quicker he'll leave me alone. If I start feeling myself steam, I'll stop, but I should be fine since I'm not actually lighting myself on fire.

"Hey, Dabi? I was gonna ask you something. I'm gonna go to sleep." He faces me and rests his chin on his hand.

"What?" I ask dryly.

"When we were doing the summer camp raid, your clones were acting kinda...weird. There was nothing unusual about them." I'm learning to just trust the first thing he says and totally disregard the second. Once or twice the order is switched, but usually this is a safe bet. "I don't care about you. I was kinda worried."

I blink at him, his mask finally off to reveal his face, looking ever-so-slightly concerned as his eyes search over my face. "Why, what was weird about them?"

"Well, they didn't really seem scared to die. When I clone people, they still have, like, a straight mindset. They go absolutely bonkers. Like when I clone myself, they still want, like, rights and equality and stuff."

I give him a moment to continue, but he just continues to search me with his dull-blue eyes. "...And that's a concern because…?"

"Well, I mean, if they were that willing to die, I was just worried that...I dunno, just, are you okay? I'd wanna die if I looked like that too."

"Yeah, no, it makes sense. I'm only here to fulfill my purpose, and then I have no reason to live anymore. Once I kill Endeavor, all I live for will be worked out, and then there's nothing left for me but pain. So I intend to kill myself, once I make sure the rest of my family is alright and the truth about Endeavor comes out."

He blinks. "You really are determined to kill him, huh? I guess it makes sense after all you went through. What a dumb goal. Why do you feel responsible for your family still? They've assumed you've been dead for...How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

"They've assumed you've been dead for eleven years. Why do you still worry? Your stress makes perfect sense."

I huff a little. "You ask a lot of questions." He shrugs. "I guess I just worry because I grew up having to watch over them. My mom was scared all the time, and I was the oldest, so it was sort of just something I got used to. Feeling like they were my responsibility."

"Well, I suggest giving it up now, 'cuz I officially nominate myself as your older brother!" He reaches his hand out of our blanket and ruffles my hair. "You're a lost cause."

"Jin, why? Just...this whole thing is easier if I don't make connections." I pull away and roll over so my back faces him.

He presses closer towards me. "Ya know, maybe if you'd work on your self-esteem, you'd feel better. I know I do. Life sucks."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I hug my elbows, trying to not let myself care about him. All that will do is get in the way of what I need to do.

"Well, for the longest time growing up, I enjoyed my quirk. I could clone myself, and have them do stuff for me. It was like heaven. No it wasn't! Shut up! No, I want a turn!" He huffs, and pulls his mask over his face. "Sorry. Anyway, they ended up all killing each other, and for all I know I'm one of them. I went kinda crazy after that. I didn't accept myself, and nobody accepted me."

He stops propping himself up to face me, and I feel him roll onto his back. "It wasn't until I joined the league that I had a home. I'm thankful for that. I wanna leave. But I'm still here even though Shiggy makes dumb plans that never work, and Toga's obsessed with blood, and Kurogiri's the only one that knows how to take care of humans; and that's because you guys are home. Now that I'm here, I've started being okay with me. And I wanna keep working towards that. But every time you guys just accept that I am how I am? It means a lot to me. I wish you'd all die."

I let it sink in for a moment. Jin, who'd always seemed so confident and sure of himself. I suppose it makes sense that he wouldn't face a lot of acceptance. I wonder how his family handled it?

I roll onto my back once more. I may want to avoid relationships, but I shouldn't be a jerk to my allies. "I'm glad you found a place."

He turns his head, giving me his exaggerated grin, one eye shut in a wink. "You'll get there too, Dabi! I believe in you! You'll probably be depressed your whole life." A thumbs up.

"How old are you anyway? You aren't mature enough for me to venture a guess."

"I'm thirty. Hence the 'big brother Jin' thing I said. Remember? I'm protecting you now. You're old enough to care for yourself."

I smile at him faintly. "Goodnight, Jin."

"Night, Touy," he cheers. I decide not to push it.

[thechaoscryptid]

Writer’s Tag Game, Bouncy’s Edition

Many thanks to @tipsyraconteur for tagging me ❤❤ I know I said this was going to be my strictly Naruto blog but there’s definitely some of my other fandoms that are going to worm their way in heh.

Rules: brag to your heart’s content, you’re awesome, and then tag 5-10 people to do the same.

I’m tagging (if you’d like to play, no obligation): @magnustesla, @scarecrowinthewoods, @dunloth, @caped-ace, @alexianite, @benicemurphy, and @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul (you Voltron peeps, it’s Ary 😉)

1) What’s a paragraph you’ve written that you’re really proud of?

From Order and Obedience (KakaIru): 

“Think Konoha’s dog is going to be an easy fuck, ranger?” Kakashi asked, eyeing every possible exit. Just in case. “That my allegiance is so easily swayed?”

“I think if you were still wearing your boots you’d be trembling in them,” Iruka said without missing a beat. “Your desire to serve the light may not make sense to me, but even I can see that the way your skin drinks in the moon would be pleasing to any god. I’m not demanding darkness, only obedience.”

2) Pick a favorite scene from your longest fic!

The scene in Wake the White Wolf (KakaIru) where Sera and Kakashi part ways. I still get chills at the lines “You are no longer my problem. I am no longer your whore.” There’s plenty of fantastic scenes from that fic, but that still remains one of my favorites. That whole arc, really, from when she finds out the news to when it’s finally 100% over. 

3) Give us a snippet of your most recent WIP:

Voltron! This is a part of one of my stories for the Sheith Big Bang coming up:

A galaxy will never be enough to contain my love for you. 

Mechanically, Keith’s hands go through the motions of powering up Black as Krolia’s voice comes through the comm link. It’s another diplomacy mission--another he’d rather skip in favor of liberating some far off colony from oppressors or just staying in bed, unmoving. The lion doesn’t speak to him the way she used to, and neither does anything else. The universe, for all its glory, has become simple.

Dull.

Grey, even with color sprays from passing planets and nebulas.

He chews on the side of his lip as he lets his head tip to the side, checking to make sure things are in order. His mother’s still rattling off information about the mission and he just wants to tell her to be quiet, he’ll figure it out on his own later. He wants to hear the ghost of Shiro’s voice whispering it loves him again.

Keith…

Ghosts are never enough, but Shiro’s I’ll love you until forever ends echoing in his head assuages the pre-mission blues. “Not that it’s ever anything else these days,” he says under his breath. Krolia asks what he said, and he blames it on a squeaky chair. “Gotta get in here and tune up the cockpit when I’m back. Project for Shiro and I.”

“Well, just as long as it doesn’t interfere with things now. You ready to give ‘em hell?”

Keith pastes a smile on his face, though he knows she’s not on the video link. “Would you expect anything different?”

4) If all of your published fics sparred, who would win and why?

Ohh, tough one...based off of stats, Wake the White Wolf, no question. Off of personal preference? Probably Crescendo (SakuOro) right now. 

5) What’s a fic/author you’ve taken inspiration from and in which one of your works did you incorporate that inspiration?

I won’t lie, Tipsy, a lot of my recent style choices came from Scar Tissue 😅 I found I really enjoy storytelling in present tense, with longer flowing lines punctuated by short lil ones for emphasis. It’s appeared in...most of my recent stuff? I switched within the last year or so.

(putting the rest under a cut because there’s some longer answers)

6) Which fanfiction character do you enjoy writing the most? In which one of your fics do you think you wrote them best?

This is another tough one xD I think I actually have to go with a three part answer here, though really, I enjoy writing so many more.

Kakashi Hatake: Shatter Me (KakaIru), best fic

Dazai Osamu: Marionette (Dazushi), best fic

Keith Kogane: since I can’t tell which one of my bang fics yet, I’ll go with my favorite published, which is Unsteady (Sheith). Truly, it’s going to be the fic from the above snippet hehe

7) Smut or fluff? Give us a sneak peek of your favorite fluffy/smutty scene you’ve written.

Mmm, smut. I’ve really got to be in the right mood for fluff, and my not-so-guilty pleasure reading is angsty smut.

My favorite fluffy/smutty scene...I think it’s probably from Reciprocity (KakaSaku)!

He wishes he still had the Sharingan to capture these moments. Sakura’s still got her thin undershirt on, but the delicate hollows of her collarbones call to him as she reaches over to light their lantern. There will be no fire tonight save for the one burning low and heavy in his stomach, as if he’s swallowed molten rock.

“Do I need to do the rest?” she says, dragging her hands up her legs as she stands. “Should I strip for you, Kakashi?”

He stands along with her and tugs off his mask first, then his shirt. Sakura gasps as the angry red of fresh scars is revealed, fingers twitching toward him before he shakes his head. “Let me,” he murmurs.

Inch by inch, the pale curve of her stomach is revealed. Shadows flicker and dance over it along with the flames, and when Kakashi pulls Sakura’s shirt the entire way off he thinks not even the prettiest sunset could compare. There’s several scars--no shinobi makes it out without them--and no shortage of muscle packed into her small frame, but somehow she makes a battleborn body beautiful.

Sakura makes life beautiful.

Her breath hitches when he tells her this, something shifting in her at the tender touch of his lips against her forehead. “You’re sure you don’t want me to just jump you right now?” she says breathlessly.

“No jumping,” he says. “Only falling.”

8) What’s a scene in one of your fics you wish you would receive fanart for?

Uh, literally any one 😅 My top choice, though, I think would be of my favorite OT3 in Desperately:

“I’ll be a lot cuter when the day comes.” Sakura shoved the bandana up and crunched her nose as she looked back with Ibiki. “You might have to leave me at the altar to catch everyone fainting at the sight of me.”

Ibiki’s laugh rumbled through the living room as he gathered her back to his chest. “We’re never leaving you there, baby, you know we couldn’t,” he said. “Or maybe we could take turns catching them. How d’you think your clothes will hold up, Rai?”

“They’ll be fine. I volunteer for catching duty as long as it’s you two falling for me at the end,” he said, spreading his arms over the back of the couch as he watched them sway. “And of course, falling into bed with me later.” Ibiki cocked an eyebrow as Sakura giggled into his scarred chest. “What, you think I”m joking?”

“Never considered it,” Ibiki said. He pulled away from Sakura to trail his hand up her arm, urging her to spin. His uniform lifted from her creamy skin and Raidou sucked in a breath as the purple lace on the bottom of her underwear was revealed. She knew he couldn’t resist those, and Ibiki certainly didn’t mind them either.

“Come here,” he said. Ibiki let her go and gave her a gentle push toward Raidou’s outstretched arms before flopping next to them as the song began to repeat. “I saw those. You can’t hide them from me.” Her hair tickled his face as he kissed over her cheek down to her ear. “Wearing my husband’s shirt and my wife-to-be’s favorite underwear, how scandalous, Sakura,” he purred.

“I’m sure your wife-to-be will be so very displeased I stole them,” she said, pulling back with a mock pout before turning to beg a kiss from Ibiki. “I hear she picked them specifically for tonight because she wanted to get laid.”

9) Would you ever consider turning one of your fics into a podfic? If no, why not?

Not on my own? I have hearing problems, so it’s just really never occurred to me. If anyone else wanted to, though, I wouldn’t say no!

10) The best (or your favourite) 5 reviews you’ve ever gotten! Don’t forget to tell us which one of your fics received them!

There’s so many 😭😭 My commenters are all fucking awesome, but I’ll trawl my saved comments for some highlights!

P5eud0Nym on Wake the White Wolf (KakaIru omegaverse): So, I just wanted to say you’ve been doing a fantastic job. I appreciate that this isn’t, and hasn’t at any point been, a dumb tropey kink fic. That you’ve taken the time to put so much heart into all of this. The fact that you’re exploring the politics, the social issues, and writing all of the characters as being more than just their A/B/O designations, so good. The multifaceted way you write is just really and truly refreshing. It’s obvious how much work and thought you put into this. You’re tackling a lot of really important stuff, from consent to civil rights, and it’s some grade A USDA certified Good Shit. Thanks for the fic and keep up the good work <3

Lilmeliz on Monster (ShigaDabi): AAAAAAA GUARANTEED I CAN BLOW YOUR MIND mwa. Please excuse the lame dua lipa reference I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I couldn’t-- Delicious. Finally some fucking good food. I want to congratulate you. This is such a beautiful, touching, heartwarming masterpiece. I even cried a little. I usually read shiggy with his dark past and his (soul) scars and all that jazz, and venturing into the thought of him having a mere fiber of good will in himself, in his actual self, is risky and prone to be ooc. But here it sounds right. It feels personal, private and even possible, my boi :( Dabi is an angel, I’m dying. I like the reminder “they lie, they kill...” Yes he’s an angel but he’s still evil. I don’t know what else to add but really, this is stunning! IM GONNA TATTOO THISSS amazing work 

Prism0467 on Forbidden (KakaIru): You have written their mutual dependency with such nurturing attention to detail I feel as if I know them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt...embraced by a work of fanfiction before now...this may well be a first. Your enthusiasm for this pairing comes through loud and clear, I’ll tell you that :)

PearlBear on Crescendo (SakuOro): Wow. Just wow. This is brilliant, heart-wrenching, creative and extremely, extremely well-written. You have such a way with words, I was actually crying. And you adapt their lives as shinobi so seamlessly to situations that happen in real life (how many partners give up on possibilities for their significant one and get nothing in return?). This story managed to move me deeply and all the while, they all were in-character (it hurt when Tsunade looked at Orochimaru in the same way they all do, also loved how Tobirama and Madara are his parents). The omegaverse wasn’t heavy at all, instead it’s well integrated enough that I, who don’t particularly like it, barely noticed and completely accepted it. It’s just the way things are. You manage to convey so, so much in a few words. I’m amazed. So, thank you for sharing this! I am very, very excited for what’s next, whether Orochimaru experiments to save himself, whether Sakumo commits suicide (or worse, dies on this mission), whether... So many possibilities. Your story is outstanding. Thank you for writing this gem!

(insert special shoutout to Tipsy’s review of Testing the Waters...)

and no comment appreciation section would be complete without at least one from @magnustesla! 

This one from Of Scale and Steel (Sheith naga AU): Ary, sometimes I am left speechless and I don’t quite know how to articulate my thoughts after reading one of your fics. Like, everything is just so...so brilliant that it’s like my brain fucks off when I try to get my thoughts down onto a page. Turning well known and beloved characters into something else entirely isn’t easy and often they miss the mark leaving the reader not really connecting with it. But you, you are brilliant and clever in all that you write because damn, I love Naga Keith. It feels like it IS part of canon. And your oc? Super adorable and she just belongs. I really loved her interactions with Shiro and the chewing on his finger had me rollling because it reminded me of when J would test everything by chomping it. Not relevant but it sparked a good laugh from me, especially because it is totally something kids do. I’m so fucking proud of you and I’m excited to see you get your mojo back with this fandom. Love you ❤

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Looks like the fight with Shiggy might have permanently damaged Deku’s right eye.

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Feel like there’s gonna be a lot of negative ranting on this site throughout the day over this topic (which everyone is entitled to their own thoughts and feelings), but I gotta say I found this live action version of Cowboy Bebop pretty damn fun and enjoyable for the most part. No it didn’t stick to the original episodes. But it definitely got the spirit of the show down which is something many other live actions failed to accomplish. And I think the cast did a great job portraying the characters. Especially Jet and Faye.

I personally do hope it succeeds enough to make a season 2 cause I’m really curious to see where they take it.

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