#Siren!Shigaraki

[pealingpetals]

Some of my first skrungle-raki sketches straight from the sketchbook

[coldsaladpainter]

anyone know where I can find this Cecaeli shigaraki x siren!reader fic! 🥺🥺where siren!reader gets stuck under a boulder and shigaraki comes in to help her. i remember reading it not too long ago ,but can't seem to find it!! 😭😥

[commander-revan]

Every time I hear this song, I can't help but think that it's the perfect theme for the League of Villains as a whole. Including the background vocals screaming "We're gonna do what we want" which was part of Shigaraki's speech post beating and merging with the Meta Liberation Army.

[corujalesbica]

May I introduce you to :

Siren Shigaraki Tomura

Ok, I'm actually super proud of this one?? Which is rare for me, so yeah.

( If ONE person asks, I'll draw Midoryia in this style as the little mermaid )

[ravi-deactivated]

𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧

„you like it?“

your voice is a siren's call, your eyes a sinful curse and he can not help himself when he grabs you

synopsis: the boys reacting to you wearing swimwear

featuring: shigaraki tomura, dabi, takami keigo

cw: vaginal fingering, blowjobs, dirty talk, praise, mirror sex, possessive behaviour, public, name-calling, creampie, degradation

18+ content - MDNI

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA

he forgets to breathe for a few seconds when you walk out of the changing rooms, absolutely starstruck by your appearance. your skin is glistening in the setting sun, shoulders, thighs and cheeks shimmering a little with the sunscreen you put on and his eyes are glued to the tight swimsuit hugging your curves, clinging impossibly tight to your skin.

it makes it so hard for him to look at your face, the smile you give him and he doesn't know what to say when you ask him if everything is fine.

he just scoffs at you, turns his body and his gaze away before he can stare any longer and loses complete control over the immense pressure building between his legs.

sitting it out, however, is not an option, he quickly realizes.

the peaks of your breasts shimmer through the fabric of the swimsuit after you and toga take a dip in the water and he has to lean his head back, taking a rather deep breath as he stares straight into the sun, wishes to turn blind for a while so that he would finally fucking stop staring at you.

but before he can keep on burning his eyes away, he hears your voice, close in front of him. and when he looks at you, you smile at him again, soft and sweet and brighter than the stupid sun and your swimsuit is still wet and clinging to you and he thinks he's going insane.

what the hell is he even doing in this place, standing in the sun, wearing nothing but swim shorts like a fucking idiot?

just because you suggested to go to the beach and the rest of the league cheered because all of them know he can not deny you any wish. because you're a cunning little vixxen that has him wrapped around its finger.

and you look at him just like that, a sweet little thing, with soft eyes and long lashes, only the light slyness in your smile a hint that you might be aware of the effect you have on him.

„you wanna get a drink with me, tomura? the others want to stay in the water.“

he furrows his brows, narrows his eyes a little as he observes you, tries to decide if spending more time by your side will relieve his ache or make it worse.

he already knows the answer, but he thinks about it anyway.

„you got a set of two healthy feet. you can go on your own.“

you shrug your shoulders, lightly fluttering your lashes at him.

„i could, but i don't want to.“

there it is again, something that you want, or in this case, don't want. and he can not say no to you, can't pull his eyes away from you and goes with you as you turn your body to walk through the mass of people.

you don't get drinks, simply pass the gastronomy area a little further behind the shore and eventually, you find yourself on the other, unoccupied side of the beach, right behind some small huts used for storing boats.

neither of you knows who starts moving first, and it doesn't matter in the end. all that matters is his mouth on yours, his lips bruising yours in harsh, desperate kisses and his hands roaming your body, partially gloved fingers of each hand greedily digging into your soft skin, trying to pull you even closer.

he growls into your mouth, grinds against you as he pushes you against the wall of the hut, his fingers sliding over your thighs, your hips, your waist, your ribcage, stealing more of your breath, making you whine against his lips.

his fingers never stop, restless and eager on your skin and you gasp in surprise when he hooks them into the suit seam curving beneath your arm, pulling it towards your sternum to release one of your breasts, not hesitating to repeat the gesture on the other side.

the feeling of the spandex digging into the skin of your cleavage and the sudden exposure of your body only increases the heat inside of you and you can not help the slightly louder whine that leaves you as soon as his fingers grab your breasts, kneading the flesh in a rough, yet pleasuring way, making you lean your head back with a shivering exhale.

„such a little slut, aren't you? giving in to me so easily.“

his words are husked exhales, carried by a deep tone out of his chest while he leans forward, plants a few kisses against your exposed throat, before his teeth nip at the thin skin.

„bet you wanted this the entire time, didn't you? flashing so much skin in front of me, basically begging me to fuck you stupid.“

you whine at his words, can't even answer properly because he sadly isn't wrong. you'd have to lie if you said you didn't crave his attention the entire day, his eyes lingering on your body in a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

his left hand stays at your chest, fingers teasingly rolling against its peak and making you shudder once more in pure bliss, while his right strays down, over the area of the suit covering your stomach, your lower body, your pubic bone.

and then his fingers pull the elastic textile to the side, push against your centre and the wetness clinging to your skin.

„fuck, look at you, all ready and dripping for me.“

your answer consists only of a strangled breath, one that quickly peaks into a little squeal when he roughly shoves two of his fingers into you, starts thrusting up into the warmth of your wonderfully soft walls, creating a rhythm of slick sounds whenever his knuckles meet your skin.

„i'm gonna make you feel real good, baby.“

his words sound like threat and promise at the same time and you can not tell if the smirk on his lips is caused by anticipation or pure sadism, can't even bring yourself to think much about it while his fingers thrust into you, hit you in the most perfect way, make your knees tremble.

„gonna fuck you just how a slut like you needs it when we're back in the hideout.“

your heart jumps at that, the imagination of him grabbing you, filling you, taking you however he wants filling you with anticipation.

you feel so close, barely feel how you dig your nails into the pale skin of his shoulders, hold onto him because you are not sure if your legs are even able to carry you. and just when you part your lips to beg him not to stop, to never stop because his fingers fill you so perfectly, they suddenly slide out of you, leave you empty and shaking.

he comments your pleading whine with a grin, before he grabs your chin between his fingers again, pulls you in until your mouth is hovering against his, his eyes simmering down onto you.

„i'll finish that later when you're stuffed with my cock. have to keep you a little bit excited, don't i?“

the slight pout you give isn't enough to convince him to continue, only makes his smirk widen while he looks down onto you.

„on your knees.“

even though the words are barely more than deep breaths, his voice sounds so deep, coming so deep from his throat and sending shivers down your spine.

you look up into his eyes, contact never ending as you slowly slide down, rest your knees in the sand beneath you and run your right hand up his thigh, slightly pulling yourself closer towards him.

his skin smells of sunscreen and sand and the scent lulls you in while you lean your cheek against his thigh, gently nuzzling his skin, still looking up at him while your middlefinger hooks into the hem of his shorts, slightly tugging at the textile.

pleasant contentment fuels the grin on his lips and you feel your heart skip a beat again when he runs his fingers through your hair, nods at you in demand, encouraging you to go on.

so you do, use your right hand to pull down his shorts, while the left caresses his thigh, fingertips drawing impatient circles on his skin.

biting your lip, you run your eyes over his cock, feel yourself squirming again at the thought of having him inside you.

the sound of your name makes you look back to him again and you hum a little at the way he slides his fingers through your hair, eventually lightly grips onto them.

„better hurry up, sweet thing. we don't want anyone finding you in such an embarrassing situation, don't we?“

you only shake your head in soft submission, before you raise your hand to wrap it around him, hear a little gasp from him at the touch and the sound makes you so giddy and excited that you can not help but wrap your lips around him, slowly sliding him over your tongue.

he tastes of saltwater and shower gel and you can not help but hum as you look up at him with soft doe eyes, watch him tremble and gasp a little when you suck on him.

it doesn't take long for him to start guiding your head, fingers mercilessly holding onto your hair, moving you against him in a fluent, but pleasant pace.

the way he slides down your throat feels like heaven and you whimper around him, spit and precum collecting in your mouth, slipping past your lips, starting to run down your chin.

you feel so dirty and so pretty at the same time, feel so so good and right with his cock inside your mouth, like this is your sole purpose of existing.

and you can not help but chirp in joy when tomura lets out a deep, guttural groan, a shiver going through him at the way you slide your tongue around his tip.

„yeees, just like that, baby. knew you'd be good at this.“

his words slither into your bloodstream, make you clench your thighs and hum again when his grip around your hair tightens and he slowly builds up his pace, a small sample of how rough he'll be once the two of you get back to the hideout.

DABI

he doesn't even manage to keep his fingers to himself, doesn't manage to wait for you two to arrive at the beach, his patience thin like a thread whenever he sees your bikini set shine through the white textile of your oversized shirt.

even though he picked it out for you, you didn't allow him to take a look at it yet, just for the sake of teasing.

it frustrates him, almost pisses him off that he can only get a veiled peek at the thin textile beneath your shirt. but above all that, it makes his dick unbearably hard.

just as the two of you are on your way to the beach, already hear the chatters of other people your age partying and drinking, he suddenly grabs your hand, pulls you into a public bathroom near the shore and quickly makes work on the door to keep it closed, before he fists his fingers around some strands of your hair, pulling you into a rough kiss.

despite your surprise, the buzzing of adrenaline in your body, you allow yourself to melt into him, don't even bother to check if the stalls around you two are empty.

dabi's fingers quickly slip beneath your shirt, pull it over your head to reveal your bikini set, to finally see what exactly he picked out for you there. he didn't deem it possible, but you look even hotter in it than he imagined, the thin textile of the thong sitting perfectly on your hips, the harness-inspired strings of the top digging into your skin.

when he notices how you bite your lip, gently move both of your hands to trail your fingertips over the textile sitting between your breasts, he thinks he's about to lose it.

„you like it?“

your voice is a siren's call, your eyes a sinful curse and he can not help himself when he grabs you, turns your body to push you against the sink of the bathroom, makes you look at your reflected self in the mirror.

his mouth rests against your ear, husks out „how could i not like it? knew this would look perfect on you“, while his fingers slip between your legs, draw circles around your clit that make you lean your head back against his shoulder, a blissful sigh escaping your lips.

„play with your tits, baby. show me how good you feel like this.“

his words force a trembling breath out of you, before you loosen your hands from the edge of the sink and start to trail your fingers to your breasts, slipping beneath the cups of the top piece and kneading the sensitive flesh, rolling their peaks between your fingertips, while he keeps on rubbing your clit, makes you tremble against him.

„shit, look at you, looking like a fucking goddess.“

he slips two of his fingers into you, makes you arch your back against him, makes you send a high moan to the ceiling while his eyes keep on staring into yours in the mirror.

„guys on the beach are gonna drool over you, gonna look at nothing but you. pathetic fucking losers who wish they could fuck a girl like you.“

his low words echo in your head, trail through your throat, through your belly, end up spilling from your middle, sweet wetness coating his fingers and you can't take it anymore, start moving your hips to meet the thrusts of his hand.

„want your cock- dabi, please-“

his breath heaves at your words and he doesn't hesitate to push down his shorts, doesn't hesitate to push you forward, make you lean over the sink and place your hand on the mirror for support while he runs his cock through the wetness of your centre a few times, teasingly slipping past your entrance and making you whine as you give him a begging look in the mirror.

and then he pushes into you, stuffs you so fast and so full that you can't help but arch your back, fingers holding onto the sink for support as he bullies his cock into you over and over again, his mouth still resting on your ear, his heavy breaths making you shiver.

„maybe i'll fuck you a second time at the beach later, in front of everyone, showing everyone that you're my little slut, showing everyone that they don't have a chance with you.“

you can not help the smile spreading on your lips at his words, the amused exhale that mixes with a lovely whimper when his rapid thrusts hit your g-spot and his fingers grab your hair, lightly pulling your head back.

„you'd like that, wouldn't you? would love to show everyone how much of a whore you are.“

you manage to nod, push your body further against his, make him slip deeper into you and force a deep growl from his chest.

„hmmhm, i'd love that. wanna show everyone that i'm yours.“

your whimpers seem to be appealing enough for him, given the way his fingers slide out of your hair and down your spine. his eyes are still staring into yours in the mirror, hooded by his long lashes when he lightly dips his head, pushes a kiss against your bare shoulder.

his hand ends up resting on your hip, holding you steady, before the other one reaches around your body, indexfinger finding your clit in a trained, nonchalant movement.

the touch sends a shock through your body, forces a higher whine out of you and you feel your legs shaking, knees trembling beneath his thrusts as you stand on your tip toes, desperate to keep up the position that makes him slide so wonderfully deep into you.

„want your cum leaking out of me, want everyone to see it running down my thighs“

his answer to your whimpers is a deep, throaty chuckle that makes your lower body boil even more, almost makes your eyes roll back when he rubs your clit a little harder.

a gasp breaks from your throat when his hand looses from your waist, comes down on your ass in a slap instead. the stinging sensation mingles with your arousal, makes your already sensitive nerves burn.

„fucking hell, i buy you new swimwear and you wanna ruin it within the first hour of wearing it. ungrateful little slut.“

his heavy voice mixes with the wet sounds of his thrusts echoing through the room and you feel your own liquids run down the insides of your legs, the sensation only making you feel hotter, making you grip the sink even harder as you feel your own orgasm approaching.

stars start flickering in your brain, the air feels heavier around you and you feel your eyes fluttering, your sanity slowly melting beneath the way he keeps on circling your clit.

„gonna fill you so fucking good, just like you want it, baby.“

his voice trembles a little along with his breath, makes you let out a whimper fueled by pure love as you run your eyes over his face in the mirror, the way he grits his teeth, scrunches his eyebrows and tenses his jaw.

and then a deep growl surges from his throat, his nails dig into the flesh of your ass, hold you as steady as possible on your trembling legs while he roughs up his thrusts for a few last times, before he stops and pushes you even further against the sink, his body pressed so close to you that you find yourself gasping, the pressure of his finger against your clit so much that you can not take it anymore.

you let out a little yell, your brain buzzing with euphoria as little spasms go through your body, almost knock you off your feet. you feel so full with him, feel his heat inside of you and you think you could come again, can't help but sigh in bliss when he gently runs his nose over your neck, makes you shiver and arch your back again when you feel his breath against your ear, find his eyes still glaring deeply into yours in the glass of the mirror.

„there you go. stuffed nice and full, darling.“

trying to breathe, you still feel your body spasming around his cock, unable to pull your eyes away from him.

the little „thank you, dabi“ you let out causes a smirk to spread on his lips.

in that moment, dabi decides that the next thing he'll buy for you will be a new set of lingerie, just for the sake of tearing it off of you.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

you know exactly what effect you have on him, how to make him breath and speechless.

and he knows you're playing with him, knows that you're not as innocent as you act when you loosen the band of your bikini top on your back, turn to look at him over your shoulder.

„keigo? can you help me with the sunscreen?“

your voice is honey-sweet, eyes soft and wide and his gaze immediately trails to the middle of your back, where all of your skin is revealed, a paradise of sweet flesh offered to him.

he doesn't hesitate to nod, walk over towards you and stop in front of the large towel you sit on, looking up at him with an expression that can only be described as satisfied.

it makes him lick his lips, unable to keep a smile off of them.

“sure, sweetheart.”

you hand him the bottle with sunscreen, in a slow, seductive manner, your fingertips gently gracing his skin, eyes constantly locked with his.

only when you move your body, stretch your legs to lay down on your stomach, your gazes break apart and keigo's eyes trail over your neck and your spine, your lower back and behind, the thin strings holding the lower piece of your bikini on your body.

he imagines simply undoing the knots resting on your waist, thinks about hoisting up your hips and lowering his body onto yours to sink into your sweet warmth, despite the few other people resting on their towels a little further away from you, despite the sun burning down onto his back and his wings.

but instead, he pours sunscreen into his palms and slightly rubs them against each other, before resting them on your shoulder blades, making you hum a little at the contact as you cross your arms on the towel, resting your head on it.

the heels of his hands move in soft, massaging circles over your back, beneath your shoulder blades and your spine, further and further down.

his mind slowly starts spinning as his palms rest on your ass and he hears the little gasp you let out at the touch.

no matter how much he'd love to keep his hands there in that exact spot, on soft, sunkissed flesh, he trails them back up to your lower back, continues his massage there before forcing himself further up.

it's a tease for the both of you, you hold your breath every time his fingers trail down and you can not help but smile before raising your voice.

“i actually just needed you to put on sunscreen. didn't know i'd get a massage for free.”

keigo snickers, shifts his weight a little while he kneels over your thighs, slightly leaning forward.

“don't act like you make me do this for the sunscreen, baby.”

a certain darkness is grounded in his voice and it makes you hold your breath, makes your heart skip a beat. you feel how his wings throw shadows over your body as he spreads them a little, feel a little shiver going through you at the lack of sunlight.

and just as you become aware of the fact that his feathers shield you a little from the view of other people on the beach, both of his hands trail back to your hips, fingers playing with the strings of the lower bikini piece.

a chuckle is caught in your throat, comes out as a gasp instead when his hand cups your ass, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers.

“trying to seduce me in the middle of a beach... you're so naughty.”

his words make you clench your thighs a little, make you aware of the wetness between your legs and you press your lips together, kiss your teeth while his hands keep on massaging your skin, long fingers spreading and grabbing your ass, his thumbs slowly drawing circles inward, slowly moving further to the spot where you need it, crave it.

lightly lifting your torso onto your elbows, you lean your head back a little, a soft smile curving your lips.

“and? is it working?”

you feel him shift, feel how his wings bury you further in their shadows as he slightly leans in closer towards your body.

“take a wild guess.”

his voice is so deep, so sinful and you clench your fingers, try to bear the rush of arousal that floods your veins and your brain. yet before you are able to calm down, his right thumb pushes away the textile between your legs, pushes directly against your slit and forces you to catch a whine behind your teeth.

an exhaled chuckle echoes behind you, rumbling deep and full from his chest.

“be quiet for me, yeah? I know you can do that.”

his thumb slips into you as the last word still echoes in your ear, easily, with no resistance. you hear the wet sound as your body welcomes the anticipated and desired intrusion, can't help but sigh in bliss when he builds up a slow rhythm by sliding in and out of you.

“oh, shit- keigo-”

you push your mouth against your arm, bring up all of your willpower to keep the noises inside, to enjoy in silence, no matter how much you'd love to show him how good he makes you feel.

his thumb slides in to the knuckle of his hand, a slow and steady rhythm that already has you seeing stars, while the palm of his other hand lightly keeps on massaging your back, makes you melt right into the towel beneath your body.

“you picked that swimwear on purpose, didn't you? wanted me to do this to you, huh?”

his voice is calm and placid as he speaks, the movements of his fingers steady and dedicated, a stark contrast to your shivering and gasping state.

his thumb slips out of you and before you can protest, can beg him to continue the fulfilling feeling, his index and middlefinger slide into you, fierce and deep, immediately curling, reaching for the spot that has your body writhing, your back arching.

your hips snap, twitch upwards, more into the feeling, but his other hand quickly rests on your tailbone, pushes you back down, holds you there while his fingers pick up their pace, low, wet sounds echoing in your ears by the pressure of his fingers against your walls.

“hey, hey, no squirming baby. we don't want anyone to know what we're doing here.”

his low voice is like wax on your spine, trickling hot and dangerously down your whirls, making you feel so warmer against his touch and beneath the summer sun.

you feel how he leans in slightly closer towards you, feel how the sudden proxamity makes your breath hitch.

and the way he husks a “don't we?” out into your neck doesn't help with that, makes you melt further into the towel and the sand, makes you aware that you are basically drenching his fingers in your juices, unable to control the immense wetness between your legs.

you shake your head at his question, feel your eyes flutter, your heart skip a beat and your breath stall in your throat when he reaches your g-spot, keeps on fingering you into oblivion right there in the middle of the bench, his shielding wings the only thing allowing you to roll your eyes back, not having to hide the heat in your face and aroused expression in your features.

[kingtomura]

vitality | 1

Summary: You were always told heroes and villains had no place in your home.  Not when there’s an increase in crime, not when there’s monsters on the loose in Hosu and certainly not when the man in your home raises a hand to you.  All it takes is one impulsive decision to change your life forever. content: shigaraki tomura x female reader, slow burn, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, reader has a quirk, graphic depictions of violence, past abuse, past sa, angst, pstd, eventual smut, found family LoV, mdni wc: 3.1k | chapter 2 | m. list | read on ao3

It’s been raining all day.

The cold droplets make your cheeks feel numb as you run along the sidewalk. The sky is a murky gray and your lungs are burning in a desperate attempt to regain air in them. There is blood on your clothes and none of it belongs to you. 

You don't know how long you’ve been at this but you know you cannot stop. There would be consequences if you stopped.

Your body would have to give out first. 

You chance a glance behind you and see there is no chase, there are no sirens and no angry mob following you but your body keeps moving.

You decide to take a sharp right turn into an upcoming alley and use that moment to catch your breath. Your chest heaves as you desperately inhale. The rain has soaked you to the bone and you just know that you’ll have a stuffy nose in the morning. Adrenaline is what you assume is keeping you going at this point — with the rate of your heart beating you're sure it’ll beat right out of your chest and leave you here in this dingy alley alone.

Even through the patter of the rain you could hear the footsteps of multiple people shuffling your way. 

You’re sure they’ve found you. Damn it, you shouldn’t have stopped.

You look around the alley and run to the grimy dumpster further down, hiding behind it and willing yourself to calm your breathing. 

Closing your eyes, you place a cold hand over your own mouth, praying it will quiet your own ragged breaths.

“C’mon, guys, let's be reasonable.” It's the voice of a man and it is not familiar.

He seems to be stepping closer, slowly. You creep closer to the wall and hope the footsteps cease. 

They do.

“Reasonable would be having your head for the shit you pulled on us, Giran.” A different voice, hostile. You're starting to think these people have nothing to do with you.

The guy, Giran, sounds weary, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m always good on my word.”

There’s another voice piping up now, denying his words, insisting that they were scammed. Between the rain and the men talking over each other it feels impossible to understand. You decide it's best to just wait this out, you’re sure they will finish soon and you can go back to figuring out your next move.

“Bullshit!” Someone yells and it startles you, pulling your attention back to the scene unfolding behind you.

The sound of a gunshot rings through the alley and you jolt in surprise, reflexively covering your ears as your heart stops in your chest. What the fuck was happening right now. Whatever Giran was going to say doesn’t make it far.

“Oh shit,” one voice panicks, “what the fuck did you do, dude!”

“You said we would get him back!”

“Not kill him, you fucking idiot!”

Your nerves are on fire as you hear the pair run off, leaving Giran groaning in pain and bloody.

You move fast, rushing from your place behind the dumpster to the wounded man. Giran was slumped against a wall, hand clutching his abdomen and breathing heavily. You don’t know what's compelling you to do this, so you blame it on the adrenaline still pumping through your veins. No one deserves to die here.

“Hey!” You yell out, an attempt to get his attention and keep him from slipping into unconsciousness. His brows lifted as his eyes met yours and you’re just glad this stranger is still breathing. “Let me help you.”

He only looks at you and you’re sure he’s fighting with all he has to hang on. You’re probably a sight to see yourself — clothes drenched in a mixture of blood and rain and eyes wild with panic.

You reach for his hand covering the bloody wound and he only presses tighter.

“Trust me.” You plead, meeting his eyes in desperation before trying again. Giran nods, moving his own hand and allowing you a chance to see the injury for yourself — blood was everywhere and given the rain you had no clear view. You shoot him a pointed look once more before going for his shirt, lifting it and exposing his stomach and bloody wound. You could work with this. 

Your hands were freezing cold, but you willed yourself through it, bringing both to hover over his abdomen and focusing. Giran watched the soft green glow emit from your hands and wash over his wounded abdomen, his wound healing from the inside out. Raindrops drip from your hair and down your nose, yet you focus until the injury is gone, as if it had never been there in the first place. 

Giran sighed, resting his head on the brick wall behind him, muscles relaxing and breath stabilizing.

“You’re a healer.” He speaks, voice hoarse and winded.

You nod, bringing your hands back and looking at the grovel below, “yeah, something like that.”

A silence falls over the both of you, the rain continuing to seep its cold into your bones. It's almost time to face your reality again. Time to get up and move.

“What are you doing out here, kid?'' Giran speaks again, voice gaining more clarity as he stabilizes from the events before. 

What are you doing out here? Where even is here? You weren’t paying attention while you ran — there was only the urge to get away and get away as fast as you could. 

“I...” you look down at your clothes clinging to your form and drooping lower than they should due to the onslaught of rain. Not even the rain could wash away the blood staining the cotton material. Whatever may have gotten on your face could be washed away, but you’re unsure. “I don’t know.” You finish, chancing a glance at Giran. 

He looks to you before taking a moment to stand, finally gaining composure and taking a slow breath.  

You follow suit, ready to go the other way, never see this man you saved again. 

“I owe you one, kid,” Giran starts again, adjusting his glasses, and you begin to protest. He cuts you off, “Those crooks almost killed me. Really, at least let me get you someplace warm.” he insists and you stare for a moment, you were unsure of your next move anyway. 

You nod, “alright.”

—---------

Giran takes you to an underground bar. One where the lighting is low and there aren't many people around. You’ve never been to a bar before, but you’re sure this one had bad news written all over it.

Even so, you don't feel afraid. The bar had a bathroom where you could dry off better and there was even spare clothes in the lost and found. You were finally able to get the rain soaked clothes off and wipe away the red staining your face as well. It was miles better than what you had before. 

Now you were sat across from Giran as he lit his cigarette, taking a drag and exhaling it to the side. 

The harsh smell of nicotine flooded the area and you bit back the scrunch of your nose as you stuffed your face with chips from the bar. Once your adrenaline settled, the feeling of hunger was overwhelming. 

“So,” you're midbite when Giran speaks, breaking the silence, “what were you doing out there, kid?”

You force your food down and ponder your answer. There was no reason you shouldn’t trust Giran right now, but—

The splatter of blood crosses your mind, accompanied by a memory of glass breaking that makes you shiver and you decide that no, you couldn’t share this.

“I…” you can’t meet his eyes, “I got lost.”

Giran taps the ashes from his cigarette and sucks his teeth. “Lost, huh?” He raises a brow, “where are you from, then? You were covered in blood, and not all of that belonged to me, so what’s your deal – are you some kind of hero?”

You vehemently shake your head, “no, no. I’m not a hero.” You anxiously pick at the loose sem in the sweater, “I’m nobody. Not anymore.”

“You’re a healer, people would kill for a quirk like that.” He takes another drag, blowing the smoke and pointing to you, “what is it you were running from?”

There were tears welling in your eyes and you wished this conversation could be over. The reality of the situation setting in. “I hurt someone. Bad.”

“Can’t be that bad since you can heal ‘em, right?”

You’re quiet. Flashes of what occurred hours ago flooding your memory. It feels so far away. So foggy. “No. No, I didn’t heal them.” Your fists tighten in your lap. “I hurt them and then I left. I ran away and now I’ll never go back.”

Giran looks you over for a bit before tapping the excess ash from his cigarette. “Well, since you need somewhere to go and you have a pretty sick quirk, I think I have the perfect place for you.” 

—---------

The dark corridors Giran leads you through feel endless and you can’t help but wonder if he’s leading you into a trap of some kind. You thought the bar before was shady, but wherever the hell he was taking you seems to be much worse. 

There was no elaboration on where you were going, just an absent trust me and promises that you would be safe and taken care of here. Promises that no one would look for you or find you here. You sigh, out of options and desperate. He had no reason to lie to you, but it still gave you an uneasy feeling. 

“This guy,” Giran’s voice catches your attention, “Can seem like kind of a brat, but he’s good on his word.”

It’s as if he could feel your restless thoughts and you only purse your lips, glancing at him and then back forward, noting a large metal door coming into view. 

You can't fight the lump of dread in your stomach but you try to put on a brave face as the screech of the heavy metal door fills the corridor. It led to another bar — this one looking more… normal. Empty, quiet and even quaint. 

The only occupants being a shadow-like figure of a man, dark cloudy whisps covering his face and hands and another, younger man dressed in all black and sporting what looked like a pale blue hand covering his face like a mask.

“Giran,” the man spoke, voice raspy and sharp. He couldn’t have been much older than you, maybe younger. “What have you brought us today?”

The man in question smiled, gold tooth glimmering in the low light of the bar. “Something special.” 

You couldn’t see much of the man’s face beyond the hand, but you could see the glint of interest in his red eyes. 

“Is that so…” he turns his attention to you, “what’s your name?” 

His gaze gives you goosebumps and you turn to Giran, seeking some kind of reassurance, but the boy speaks again, “Don’t look at him. I’m the one talking to you.” 

It shakes you, but you snap your attention back to him and tell him your name. 

“And why are you here?” 

You don’t know. You have no idea why Giran brought you here and you don’t even know who this guy is. How could you hope to answer that with no information?

Giran steps in before you can make a retort, “she’s here because I think you could get a lot of use out of her, Shigaraki.”

 Shigaraki’s gaze never leaves yours. “Oh, yeah? What’s your quirk?”

You bite your lower lip, you didn’t expect this to be an interview of some kind. Shigaraki looks impatient, tapping a finger on the bar beside him. You swallow your nerves and speak, “My quirk is called Vitality – I can heal others and myself.”

“That’s a rare find, Giran, even for you.” Shigaraki crossed his arms, interest successfully piqued. 

Giran huffs a laugh, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. “Yeah, well, she kind of found me.”

You steal a look at Giran, the smoke leaving his lips as he speaks. Shigaraki doesn’t say anything, his silence seemingly urging Giran to continue. “This one here saved my life yesterday. Some hothead shot me and she rushed in and healed me. I’m good as new.”

Shigaraki scoffs, tone sardonic and cruel, “Wow, how heroic of you.”

It feels like you’ve made the wrong choice, like the idea of saving someone was foolish and wrong. You acted on instinct — no one deserved to die there.

“So, what’s your deal, then? The heroes would kill to have you on their side. Why are you here?”

“I don’t care about the heroes,” it’s the truth, you want nothing to do with their flashy shows of power and silly displays of heroism. “I couldn’t care less for it.”

You see Shigaraki’s eyes narrow through the fingers of the hand on his face. “So you’re one of Stain’s followers, then?”

Who? You didn’t keep up with that kind of stuff. You vaguely remember seeing the news articles about some crazed villain, but you have had your own villain to deal with. Nothing else mattered. 

This was beginning to frustrate you. All the questions, all the prying — who cares about any of this stuff? You don’t even know where you are!

“I’m not familiar with him. I don’t care for any of it.” You couldn’t help but hear the question ring in your head again. 

Why are you here?

“I don’t,” you start up again, voice catching in your throat. “I don’t have a home to go back to.” 

The memory of glass breaking and blood splattering crosses your mind, running away in the rain clouds your thoughts, yet you continue, “I don't know what lies ahead for me, I don't have a future anymore. I just happened to stumble upon Giran.” 

Shigaraki is quiet for a moment. You have to force yourself to refrain from squirming under his gaze. 

“Show me.”

Your eyes snap to his, “What?”

“Show me your quirk.'' His voice is firm and unwavering. You’re looking at him to see if you could find any injury or even bruises but from your distance you cannot. It's not until Shigaraki pulls the already loose collar of his shirt down over his shoulder and you see it. There’s a large bandage on his shoulder and your steps falter a bit – not expecting him to expose so much skin so easily.

You swallow, uneasiness buzzing through your veins as you watch him remove the bandage and expose a gash on his shoulder. It looks recent, but you can't tell from this distance, so you move towards him. 

The closer you get, the more you notice the finer details of the man. His ashen hair looks soft up close and his dark shirt does little to hide the lithe muscle underneath. It’s like walking into the cage of a wild tiger, sitting and waiting for its perfect moment to grab you.

He notices your hesitation and sucks his teeth, “I don’t have all day.” 

You swallow your nerves and continue on. The closer you get, the more clearly you can see the scars on his neck as well. Not as bad as the gash on his shoulder, but still noticeable. You try not to steal too long of a glance and reach out, slowly — ready to heal him. 

The wound doesn’t seem to be very deep so you only use one hand, a seafoam green glow emitting and covering his injury. 

Shigaraki inhales slowly, feeling the relieving effects of your quirk healing him from the inside out. It doesn’t take long, the wound was already in the process of recovering before so this was more minor than you thought. You pull away once you were sure his shoulder was back to normal, taking a cautious step back from the man before you. 

His attention is on Giran as he rolls his shoulder, flexing out all the previous tension and sighing in relief. 

“Something like this isn’t easy to come by, Giran. What’s your price?”

Price, he says. Like you’re cattle, as if you’re some kind of product to be shipped off and traded. It makes you feel low. 

Giran shrugs, smile pliant on his face and cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. “No price. I told you – I owe this kid my life. Just make sure she’s safe and fed and we’ll call it even.” 

Shigaraki still seems to be skeptical because he stands to his feet and you take another step back from him. His form is tense and you have to fight the urge to run to the door behind Giran. Shigaraki is taller, even with his slouched posture, and the sinking feeling in your stomach only grows as you anxiously watch for his next move. 

You vaguely register the man engulfed in dark clouds calling Shigaraki’s name — a warning in his tone. 

Giran raises a hand, smile never faltering. “Seriously. Eye for an eye.” He cocks his head, “But I’m not opposed to additional payment, if that’s what you want.” 

It's a joke, one that the man before you does not find funny. He stands up straighter, “Whatever. Fine, we’ll take her in.” 

You’re unsure if this is something you should celebrate or ease your way out of, but Giran seems to take it well. An honest smile gracing his features as he looks back to you, “You hear that, kid? You're in.” 

Shigaraki turned to the shadowlike man behind the counter, “Kurogiri, prepare a room for her.” 

Kurogiri nods and makes his way from behind the bar, you assume you should follow, but this was… a lot to take in. If they were to take you in then you wont ask too many questions. As long as you could lay low and keep to yourself then things would be fine. This wouldn’t have to be forever, just long enough to get yourself together and make your next moves. 

You find solace in that thought as you walk past Giran — sending you an amiable wave as you trail behind Kurogiri. 

Shigaraki stays behind in the bar and you’re thankful, his demeanor doesn’t seem like one you would like to be around for long periods of time. 

There’s a brief moment when you're passing Shigaraki. His eyes meet yours and you notice the shine in them, a glimmer of covet curiosity so quick you almost miss it. 

And you can’t help but wonder what exactly is it you’ve just gotten yourself into.

[mamayan]

★Mind Break☆

Cult Leader! Tenko Shigaraki x AFAB! Reader

You should’ve known better than to run from the devil.

WARNING: This work contains depictions of psychological, physical, and emotional torture. Cult ideologies/problematic religious themes will be present throughout this writing, and will include nonconsensual and dubiously consensual sexual content. Abuse, violence, murder, sadism, and blood used even in a sexual context will be present. This story is not a romance, and depicts unhealthy obsessions and mental illness caused by psychological breaks. I am not going to tag this work further. By reading this work, you are agreeing that you understand it will include morally conflicting content and sexually explicit material which can be considered extreme. Read at your own risk, and enjoy. ♡

It wasn’t always like this.

You shift, abhorring your inability to function properly anymore, trying to make your body comfortable despite the freezing temperature having numbed your muscles into lead.

The metal bed chained and hanging off the damp stone walls seemed to inject ice into the very marrow of your bones. Was there even a point to it?

You distractedly listen to the soft scurry and skitter of mice. That was the point of it.

Everything hurt.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, face blotchy and swollen from the last round you’d given into.

It wasn’t like this before.

Sure, you’d occasionally slip up, and you’d get a swift smack on your ass for causing trouble. Where was that treatment now? It changed when he stepped up. When Father Shigaraki passed the torch to him, your life became a walking nightmare.

Your chest constricted, eyes shutting despite no light illuminating your surroundings as memories flooded. The throbbing in your skull becoming a fist pounding to get out.

When you’d finally gotten old enough, you’d left the compound. Ran away from everything you’d ever known and loved. Your instincts had screamed at you to get away. Tenko had become a man you could not withstand, because despite his treatment towards you, everyone loved him. They had hailed him as the next great leader and prophet, saying that he’d bring them to greatness and no one would’ve believed you. He was hope in the dark world for your community, and that was the sign which showed you that the only way to survive was to distance yourself as far as possible.

You stayed hidden for nearly five years… you truly thought for a moment you were free. You thought he’d forgotten. That your past would let bygones be bygones.

You were sorely mistaken.

You clenched your teeth as the loud sirens began, the noise so sharp and painful it made your head nearly break.

You could only weakly curl up, mind so foggy and disoriented you didn’t hear anything but a constant buzzing tone in your ears as the siren waned into silence again. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve slept. Food was brought but it was merely pushed through a hole at the bottom of your metal door. You got two meals a day, bread and a watery vegetable soup.

The sharp pounding on the door cuts through the tinnitus and has you scrambling off the bed, muscles screaming in protest as your skin splits under the jagged earth you’d thrown yourself onto. Tattered clothing not helping the painful friction as you dig your bare feet into the stone and pushed yourself against a wall.

You weren’t fully cognizant, but as the heavy lock turned, you whined as warm light crawled into your space, nearly blinding you despite the dullness.

“Poor thing…,” his voice was raspier than you remember, more gravely in depth as he chuckles, looking down at your pathetic form curled and shaking.

“How’re you doing my little lamb?” His humor isn’t disguised in the least, his glee at seeing you vulnerable and weak for him obvious as he grins.

He tracks your bloody hands weakly hugging yourself, your bottom lip trembling as you look up under your lashes with those teary eyes he adores so much.

Your small pink tongue dips out to lick your lips, his dark garnet eyes watching intently.

“M-m’cold…” your voice is tiny, hardly audible.

His boots thump loudly as he walks towards you, ignoring how you clearly tense up and attempt to mold yourself into the wall to get away from him. When he’s close enough to nearly touch your bare feet with his boots, he crouches down, resting his forearms on dark denim as he tilts his head with a soft expression.

“Tell me lamb, was it fun out there?” The light against his back blanketed his pale skin in warmth, “Did you have fun in the big wide world, running around, dirtying yourself like some common whore?” You flinch as his tone grows in severity. Blurry vision looking at a familiar yet not face.

He has a scar on his lip, one which hadn’t been there before, crossing straight down.

He was still a beautiful man, the scar even seeming to add a masculine charm to his otherwise somewhat pretty visage. Soft purple rings clung beneath his eyes though, making him look softer somehow. He looked like he’d slept about as much as you.

You stared too long.

You can’t react when his hand shoots out and curls around your neck, fingers and rings digging painfully into your flesh as he cuts off your oxygen cruelly. Your fingers grasp at his wrist and hand, futile in their attempt to pry his death grip off your throat as you slowly suffocate. The pinch and pull of the jewelry he wore was breaking the delicate skin and making it more slippery as blood flowed.

He’s rambling, but it sounds like you’re underwater and he’s above the surface, as if he’s speaking another language.

Tears pool down your cheeks, rivers running freely like your blood as your face begins to take on a sickly dark hue, veins bulging in your face and eyes popping wide from their sockets. A few blood vessels bursting in your left eye.

Just as your vision goes dark, he lets you go.

Your coughing fit which followed nothing glamorous or cute, sputtering and hacking as bile rose but nothing came out. Your throat burned like someone forced you to drink gasoline and swallow a lit match, dropping over to your side by his feet and clutching where he’d left bloody indents.

“Pfft, you haven’t changed at all… I’m glad honestly.”

His boot connects with your side, merciful in the amount of strength exerted but still painful in your weakened state. You sputtered, nearly choking again on your saliva as you tremble and struggle to draw in air.

“No one is going to save you lamb, no one even wants to. When you ran away, you died to everyone here, everyone but me,” you can smell the leather of his shoe as he lifts it and brings it to your head, pushing down until you literally croak. “You should be grateful I’m showing so much grace to you lamb, the others suggested I do much, much worse to rehabilitate you.” His voice is snide while your heart wars with his words. He’s lying, he had to be.

You could only cry though. Sniffling beneath his boot as he lifted it off you, eager to look at your face.

His smile is vile, you note as your tired eyes flick up. He looked nothing like the messenger angel Father Shigaraki had dubbed him before his passing. As your tears blurred his pretty image… he looked like a demon from hell. A beautiful monster.

You weren’t sure what he even wanted from you, what it was he truly craved, but you wanted the pain to end.

Your palms scraped against the damp gravely floor below, finding a somewhat good position to lean your weight on and push your body up, even as your blood created an imbalance due to the slickness. Tenko let you, watching as your head hung in defeat lowered even further, chin tucked to your chest as your knees slid up. When you got to a semi-kneeling position, one hand steadying you on the ground, the other… the other reaching out and gripping his pant leg.

Those red eyes widened a fraction, watching intently as you look up at him from your spot on the floor.

His heart rate increased, pounding in his chest as he drank you in, lips twitching as his teeth ached. He didn’t stop you from using him as an anchor and rising up enough to sink your other hand into his pants too.

You looked like a dog begging for a treat, and his cock throbbed in agreement.

You remembered the degrading title he used to force you to call him when you were younger.

“M-Master…” it was almost inaudible, your sweet lips struggling to even form words after the abuse he leveled your throat.

“Master please…” even as your tears continued to fall, face ruined and messy, he laughed. Deep and boisterous, he nearly doubled over as he bared his white teeth.

“Fuck haha! You—!, okay, alright, what do you want little lamb, hm?” Once he calmed down enough, adrenaline high as he stares down at you with a renewed sense of vigor, he spoke.

He leaned down a bit, cupping your jaw and smiling deeper when you cringe and flinch, but still don’t pull away.

“Go ahead, you got my attention now.” He says it almost benevolently, but his eyes were impatient.

It hurt to swallow, your mouth having gone dry as you parted your lips.

“I want to be forgiven… I’m sorry…”

He lifted one sparse brow up. “Yeah? You’re sorry?” You nod, jerky and short as your neck flames up in pain.

He straights, tapping a finger against his lip in a gesture of consideration.

“Okay little lamb,” he snickers, “I’m willing to forgive you and let you leave here, but you need to be cleaned first.” You perk up, eyes finding a hint of light as the prospect of relief is dangled in front of you.

“Yes, anything please,” you gasp, desperation bleeding into your voice.

That’s why it takes you by surprise when his hands drop and begin to calmly undo his leather belt. Fingers steady and sure as you blankly watch him unbutton his jeans, and shimmy them down enough for his fat leaking cock to spring free.

“Well then, we can start by cleaning this filthy mouth first.” His eyes are closed as he grins, pearly canines on display and distorted features resembling something inhuman.

“T-Tenko…?” His hand not holding his cock swiftly sinks into your hair, easily dragging your face closer so he can slap the hard rod against your soft cheek a few times, the smell of him warm and bitter, contrasted by the damp cool air around you. “That’s not what you call me, is it lamb?” He doesn’t sound angry, but when you look back up, he’s dropped his cock and raised his hand.

The blow is more sharp than it is brute force, your head held in place by his other hand to avoid you collapsing and hitting your head on the floor.

Your cry echoes weakly. Face inflamed as your jerked right back to his groin where he smashes your injured cheek against his dick, rubbing it in as he groans.

“You need to be retaught manners too it seems, but we’ll just stick with a simple cleaning today.”

He’s speaking as if discussing a mundane topic like the weather, scolding you like one might scold a child in school. His tip rubbing and spreading pre-cum and tears across your face as you calm down from the pain he assaulted you with.

“Open your mouth.” He’s not asking but you obey and part your lips.

He holds a lot of your weight up by your hair, watching in fascination as his swollen mushroom tip rests against your bottom lip. His engorged meat rod looks insidious against your face pretty, thick veins protruding from the angry red of the skin, long and thick but tapering towards the tip a little where it curves up. He lets his hips tip, the tip entering your warm wet cavern, lips opening wider as he sinks about a quarter inside.

Your face scrunches, likely due to the sensation and taste of him, little tongue moving languidly against the underside of his shaft. He curses, bucking his hips a little more and arm exerting force when you attempt to pull back.

You whine around him, hands trying to push his hips back but too weak to prevent him from sliding out and doing it again.

“That’s it lamb, I’m just cleaning your mouth, relax~” he chuckles, Tenko’s grip in your hair tightening painfully as he begins testing your limits with depth and speed.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if, fuck, you just stayed home where you belong like a good girl,” he moans, your teeth accidentally grazing his cock but it seems to spur him on rather than flinch in pain.

“Shit, that’s it, go ahead and bite if you feel like dealing with a concussion, I’ll break your skull on this floor happily.” He’s sneering down at you, loving the fear which enters your gaze as you now struggle to open wider and avoid such a fate. It only helps him work his cock deeper, into your throat where you almost scream due to the blinding pain.

His earlier damage still too fresh as he loses it moaning, your slobber and blood now coating his cock and bringing delicious friction as he lets his tip tease your raw throat. His balls tap against the under side of your chin, his white pubic hair nearly tickling inside your nose as he tries to fit all of himself inside your mouth.

The noises you made would make any normal person stop. The painful howls muffled by his cock and stuffed back down your throat, his speed increasing as his balls drew tight.

“Have to keep you clean inside and out lamb, so you’re going to take every drop—,” his teeth are grit, grinding together as his orgasm washes over him, hot ropes of cum gagging and suffocating you again as he lets his cock rest inside your throat while he finishes. You don’t feel the cum, only him twitch as he empties his load into your belly.

Your eyes stare blankly at nothing. Dark spots dotting your vision even when he pulls out and pushes you off him.

You land on your side, wheezing and clutching your throat again as you blink away the darkness threatening to consume you, your adrenaline keeping you awake as Tenko crouches down beside you again.

He’d redressed, looking unfazed with a healthy pink hue to his cheeks now.

“C-can I leave now…?” Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own now. Each syllable grating on your damaged flesh.

“Why the fuck would I let you leave?” His words nearly stop your heart. Icy dread replacing the burning.

“Y-you said…” your eyes leaked, face showing your absolute shock and disbelief.

He laughed, standing up again, shoving his hands in his pockets as he smiled down at you.

“I lied.”

His lips tug higher as he leaves, locking you away again even as your wail echoes woefully throughout his hideout.

Invisible needles stabbed up your knees, waking you up more than the blaring white light.

You wanted out, away from this migraine inducing brightness, but all you could do was pray.

As a child, you’d preferred to sleep or pass notes around rather than be immersed in devotional. You wished you paid more attention, because only God could save you from this hell.

You flinched, startling yourself as shadows stretched and danced around the walls, despite the fluorescents preventing such things from being cast.

Your arms wrap around yourself, kneeling and hunched over as the visions continued even when you closed your eyes. Faceless dark creatures trying to pry into your mind as you scream, the noise bouncing back and slamming into your sensitive eardrums, breaking you from the moment.

They were gone, your weary eyes tracked, licking your dry chapped lips and imagining how nice it would be to have some sort of lip balm or lotion.

Your head bowed again, lips running through carefully memorized prayers as events from your past unfurl like a blooming rose. Each petal a fractured piece you try to suppress and fail, the voice of your therapist so distant now since you’ve been home.

Deep breathes led to panic attacks and unconsciousness, the faces of family and friends skewed into wicked distortions you struggled to differentiate between dream and reality.

Tenko remained vivid in your memories though. You grimaced, as it was likely due to the pain he inflicted in your youth, which seared into your subconscious as a warning for any future interactions. Humans rarely touch a hot stove twice.

You shake and tremble as time drags on, murmuring scripture from memory as best you can to ask for grace, pleading for your safe release.

Tiny patters catch your attention, eyes blinking open and staring at a small mouse. Soft tuffs of light brown fur, the little creature might’ve invoked disgust and fear before your capture, but now only bland curiosity filled you.

It scurried around for a while, sniffing at the metal tray left by a thin hole on the bottom of the door, looking for crumbs it would not find.

It was… abhorrently cute.

You returned to prayer, until your evening meal arrived and was silently exchanged, your eyes catching not even a glimpse of skin.

You shuffled awkwardly before the tray, decorum gone as you eat with need for survival instead of enjoyment, eyes steely and swirling almost violently as a tiny squeak draws your attention down.

The mouse. Tiny pinpoint dark eyes and a little pink twitching nose face you.

You should kill it. It likely had diseases or something else, it’s better of dead but…

Something inside prevents you, and instead you drop a few crumbs of bread.

It was all you could spare. The little creature isn’t wasteful though, eating with gusto unlike you as you watch in mild amusement.

“If you like the food so much, we should switch places,” you whisper jokingly, the mouse ignoring you in favor of licking and sniffing out even the most minuscule piece of food left.

You finish your meal too, however unsatisfying and unfulfilling.

Your eyes close shut even though the light disallows you any proper rest, mind shutting off like a device to power down.

Your hazy brain reboots at the sound of footsteps some time later, obnoxious compared to the ones belonging to the one in charge of food delivery.

Tenko, your brain unhelpfully supplies. You don’t want to see him. You want nothing to do with him or this compound anymore, but your body was beginning to associate him with more than just pain.

He was warm, physically speaking at least, and the skin on skin contact left you reeling with comfort you didn’t want to receive from him. He’s a lunatic and a psychopath, and you loathe him like none other, but the terror of him is equal to the hatred.

Your new friend abandons you as the locks turn, your eyes trailing up from the ground to watch as the door slowly swings open, revealing the man who haunts even your dreams.

“Hello little lamb, did you miss me?”

Each wobbly step felt like treading over broken glass.

You could hardly stand, legs truly unused to the feeling as you’d given up your mad pacing in favor of protecting the damaged soles of your feet.

Not anymore though, as the hand tangled in your locks jerked you onward, using your hair almost like a lead as you stare at the filthy floor you traverse on, destination left an anxiety filled mystery.

“Come on little lamb~ we’re nearly there,” his soft cooing voice makes your insides revolt, twisting and causing you to stumble.

At least he’s there to make sure your face doesn’t hit the hard surface of the ground, oddly powerful in his lean physique as he simply holds up your weight and pulls you along side him.

He’s merry and cheerful, whistling occasionally as he strolls as if through a friendly neighborhood park and not some type of underground dungeon only found in medieval theatrics.

Your eyes trail back at the light smattering of your blood on the floor, wearily looking as far ahead as you could in this half crouched position.

It was dimmer out here than your cell. The blaring alarms replaced by white hot light that seared your mind awake and deprived you of sleep further.

Out here the shadows danced. Your eyes fearfully taking in the monsters beginning to crawl off the walls and towards you, just out of reach though, as if Tenko was holding them back.

That scared you even more.

A new room came up just at the end of the hall, a shorter distance than you’d felt it was.

He hauled you forward and threw you inside before dim lights illuminated the space from an antique switch on the wall.

There was only a chandelier in here, you noted before the breath left your lungs on impact with the ground, side blaring up in pain as you lay still.

Your eyes widen, pupils dilating as strange staticky figures moved about the space, the room swirling like a whirlpool of colors before you were yanked up and out of the fever dream.

Tenko was humming some sort of hymn, his deep timber almost soothing despite his violent manner of dragging you towards a small in-ground pool.

A baptism pool, with steps leading into the shallow water with a metal railing for assistance, likely for the elderly.

Your vision seemed to jump back and forth between the water being a dark blue and bloody red, unintentionally jerking in Tenko’s hold.

He seems to misinterpret it, “It’s okay lamb, I’ll be baptizing you tonight, washing the sins of the outside world which tainted you away.” You want to bark at his delusional little speech, to roll your eyes or do something, but you’re silent like a doll in his hold. Weak. Pathetic. Worthless. Powerless.

He lets you drop, in favor of scooping you up bridal style in his arms, your filthy sorry figure truly in need of a bath you’ve been denied thus far.

He’s not the least bit repulsed, seeming even thrilled to hold you close as he smiles his pearly white canines at you.

“Look at you, being so good for me. I almost want to reward you,” he chuckles, face calm and even as he takes you both fully clothed into the shockingly cold water.

He doesn’t even flinch.

You’re unable to do much else but gasp, curling into Tenko’s warm chest as chills immediately wrack your body.

Once he’s about waist deep, he extends his arms and lets your feet sink down, one hand spread between your shoulder blades and keeping you up.

Those red hued eyes truly seemed to manifest evil, the dim lighting not dampening the color’s vibrance. He looks like a malevolent angel.

“Are you ready? You’ll need to hold your breath for just a little while I recite the passage.”

Something inside is trying to worm itself out past your lips, begging you to speak up, move away, not trust him.

You can’t seem to remember exactly why as you nod numbly.

Until his free hand raises up, pressed against your chest just under your collarbone and caging your upper body between his hands.

His smile is almost serene.

Then you’re submerged, just barely enough time to hold your breath while the chilling liquid around you wakes you.

Your eyes blink open despite the chlorine burning them, seeing him through a strange mirage now, lips moving and canted up.

Your chest starts to hurt after ten seconds. Then it’s a somewhat urgent need after twenty.

At thirty your instincts take hold and you struggle, air being pushed out meanly by his hand as he applies pressure to still you.

It’s impossible though, you need to breathe. You need it with urgency as your feet kick out, arms coming up to fight and remove his grip, but he just keeps you under. The adrenaline wins though, finally pushing him roughly so you can come up for greedy gulps of air, choking and sputtering while the rooms spins and nausea grips you.

“You didn’t even last a minute lamb,” he remarks offhandedly, and your near drowning reminds you why he is to be feared like death itself because his next move is to grip your throat, the other tangling back in your hair while he smiles down at you, face cinching unnaturally tight as he leans over your panting trembling figure.

“How about this? If you can last a minute, we’ll stop.”

Liar, your heart and mind roar with passion, but your survival instincts demand you do so because it meant life or death.

He doesn’t prepare you this time, sinking you under while his laugh filters through the water into a muddled tune as you fail to even last thirty seconds this time, clawing and biting like a wounded animal as your vision begins to go dark and lungs threaten to shut down.

He yanks you back up, just enough time to gather in air before you’re plunged again, vision beginning to fade as those horrid shadow creatures emerge, almost playfully as you dance around suffocation.

Your mind is playing tricks, these devils aren’t real, not when the one above you is flesh and bone attempting to end your miserable existence.

You’re dragged to the surface again, fighting for freedom from the death grip which holds you in the water as you lash out, a war cry almost deafening to your own sensitive ears.

It’s impossible to tell how long it goes on, your will for survival being challenged by a soul deep exhaustion, finger nails soaked in blood from scratching at his arms and even his bared skin around his throat and chest.

He’s content to watch the inevitable. The moment when your mind releases the concoction of chemicals to ease your death peacefully, because it could fight no longer as he repeatedly drowns you.

His eyes gleam with wicked joy, pupils enlarged as he pushes you beneath the water again, you’re thrashing so much more futile despite how you still struggled. You still wanted to live.

It’s inevitable though, when your vision goes dark, creeping in at the edges and swallowing your sight hole as a painless numbness washes over you.

You begin to hear again first. Strange warbled noises and hissing. Your foggy mind is content to drift, light as you feel rested and freed from the confines of agony which plagued you like a disease so long.

It sounds pained, the noises, the strange squelching and smacking not connecting as you languidly listen and try to decipher what was occurring around you.

Your vision returns next. Slowly, as if not to frighten you, your eyes begin to take in more and more light. Faded blurry shapes and colors becoming clarified into a full picture you could actually make out.

You were on the ground, this floor tiled like you’d see around a public pool. Face resting down as you looked at a familiar baptism pool which began filling your mind with dread.

The water was rippling, your eyes noting that the room was rocking.

Feeling came back last. You felt the chilly air slowly prick at your wet skin and hair, teeth sensitive as you felt your body rock, pressure and numbness beginning to fade into true feeling. Your hand was out stretched and dipped into the water, as if he couldn’t be bothered to fully pull you out, the cool liquid somewhat refreshing as your skin felt hot and feverish.

A blooming white hot pain in your rear caught your full attention though, body too weak to even manage words as you lay limp on the ground, realization dawning as full frontal clarity strikes you like a branding iron.

“Awake?” He muses, hand moving to press your face back down when you attempted to lift your head, not bothering to lessen his crushing weight as you choke and heave. Your eyes can only widen further, looking up at the mirrors which acted as a backdrop to the the pool to see your body and not recognize it. Not recognize you. As if this was all happening to another as he grunts, the hot iron rod which continued its path inside your taunt previously unused sphincter as you groan low in your throat like a wounded animal. Your own native language foreign in your mind as it goes blank to only focus on the mirrors.

His pretty face screwed up in pleasure, his tongue nearly hanging out his mouth as he pants and works his hips against you, more of a struggle to fully sheath himself inside your bleeding rectum due to the lack of preparation he’d done. The stretched ring of muscle inflamed as he lets a drop of spit hit just above it and slide around his cock as he grips your hips.

“You have such a tight little ass—fuck—,” his head drops, hair falling into his face as he watches you take him, pulling out occasionally to see how wide he’s left your abused asshole.

“—p-please—,” you brokenly whimper the words, still unable to fathom why this all was happening. What did you do?

It didn’t matter, not when his thrusts were getting rougher, thick cock spearing you and nearly tearing you open as he grunts and moans above you.

“Keep begging lamb, I want to hear it,” he chuckles, and your vision becomes blurred with tears you can’t even wipe away. Too tired and hurt. You wanted to sleep again.

He doesn’t like your unresponsiveness though, bucking hard and digging his knees into the ground to scoot you up.

You shriek as he pushes your torso back into the water, hand tangled in your hair as he cackles now, deranged expression lighting up at the break in your stoic facade.

“I-I’m sorry—!” Your voice is broken and raspy as you cry out, hands trying to keep him from pushing your head back into the water as his cock begins slamming inside you aggressively.

Blood, spit, and his earlier load he’d jerked and shot over your unconscious figure frothed at the base of his cock as he sinks inside you.

“Start begging lamb!” He moans as you tighten in fear and panic, senseless babbling too quick and jumbled for him to truly appreciate.

“Tsk, that’s not how you beg—fucking idiot,” he sighs, ruthless as he shoves you beneath the water again. Enjoying your futile struggle as your hips jerk and work his cock with delicious friction inside your rigid hot walls.

“Fuck yes, tighten your ass slut, that’s it!” He’s close just from watching you struggle.

Your eyes are open, staring at the bottom of the pool as he abuses your hole above the surface, oxygen deprived and delirious until he yanks your head up.

He moans loudly when you cough and sputter water out, the suction of your walls driving him wild as his thrusts become more jerky and uneven.

“O-oh God please—!” You can only sob for mercy, praying to be saved from the purgatory that is Tenko Shigaraki.

“Yes—! Pray to me baby, because I. Am. Your. Fucking. God.” He growls and punctuates each word with a merciless thrust, pushing you under one last time as he grinds his groin against your soft rear and pumps his load deep inside.

Bleary eyes blink open to dim lighting, seeing a familiar cell from the position of the metal bed.

Your head ached like it might split open any second, but your soul felt the most damaged.

You could only whimper and whine as you sat your stiffened body up, muscles screaming in protest as you stood before collapsing to the ground below.

It was a miserable reality as you dragged yourself over to the little toilet in the corner, attempting to relieve yourself but only finding the water saturated with murky red and clots.

The little sink difficult to use as a wash station, as you cup the icy water, for once grateful for it, and let it wash down your battered form.

It took what seemed like forever to clean away the evidence of him, but as you looked around, you realized blandly there were no clothes for you anymore.

What you’d worn to the… baptism, had been stripped in your unconscious state. He didn’t seem to feel like returning the tattered rags.

You crossed the room, laying beneath the metal bed now, content with just sitting with the low hum of aches inside and out of you. Curled on your side, you sit and watch the door in the dim orange glow of the lights.

They turned off the white fluorescents, which meant the noise would come soon.

It did, not long after that thought, the wailing siren began as you numbly looked ahead, no longer flinching at the noise.

Hours seemed to pass before your food arrived, which you crawled towards, content with eating on your stomach as you rested.

It was the familiar squeak which granted your friend the favor of seeing your face.

Your little mouse came just on time for… whatever meal this was. You hardly paid mind to it, throwing a few generous crumbs for your mouse like a gracious host.

“You should feel honored mouse, this is the finest bread they serve here.” Your giggle is slurred as you bite into the stale bread, mouth dry and the baked good only acting as sandpaper.

You finished it all though. Your mouse not one to be beat either, leaving no trace of the crumbs you’d left for it.

You smiled, content to watch it skitter about, before it curiously moved closer to you.

Then a little closer.

Then it was sniffing your finger, flinching back at first when you lift it, but coming back anyway as you softly pat its tiny head with the tip of your pointer.

“Am I all you got down here…?” You imagine those beady little eyes filled with intelligence and understanding.

“That’s okay. We can stick together.” It’s whispered like a sworn secret.

You let your eyes fall closed, trusting mouse not to attempt to nibble on you while you slept.

You awoke with a jolt, heart beating wildly in your chest as shadows rampaged around the room, the sound of the siren wailing as you try and scramble away from the chaos.

They were everywhere, trying to grab you, actually grabbing you, your scream of fright falling on empty halls as you struggle with your sanity.

Your legs kick out, arms thrashing as you attempt to fight off these morphing demons, hazy mind fighting for some sense of reason despite the madness.

A clawed hand reached at you from below, your palm instinctively coming down to smack it away in your panic.

The siren ends, and with it, the shadows seem to disperse as you pant and try to catch your breath, dizziness and fatigue weighing on you as your fingers rub together and feel something… stinky.

Your heart stops. The world seems to as well.

“Mouse…?”

It’s not real. Yet the little brown clump of fur and dark blood and guts could only be the dead body of your tiny friend.

“Mouse— I-I didn’t mean it— wait, why?!” Your shriek echoes, blood on your hand streaking your cheek now as you wail in anguish, careful to lift up the mangled corpse you’d crushed.

You did this. You hurt it. It was your fault.

It felt like you were being shattered. Screaming until you couldn’t anymore, coughing up blood from your raw and abused throat, clinging to your cooling friend as time became irrelevant.

Food came and went. You didn’t touch it. You didn’t know how many trays were given and taken away without a single piece touched, but it finally summoned him.

Heavy boots were your first clue, eyes still following shadows of little mice dancing around you.

The door opening changed the direction of your gaze as Tenko stepped inside, face impassive this time as he looks at you.

His presence invokes the tears which bubble and spill down your cheeks, quick to crawl on your knees to him like he was your last salvation.

“Please—,” your lower lip wobbled as your scratchy small voice broke the silence. “She’s hurt… I hurt her… please…” and he watched.

Watched the lovely little angel he adored lose her wings and fall to the depths of hell where he ruled.

“Shh… it’s okay, I’m here. Let me see,” he crouches down, smile soft and soothing to your frayed nerves, one hand moving to tuck a matted and tangled chunk of your hair behind your ear. He didn’t seem the least bit repulsed by the decomposing mouse corpse you held. Eyes focused and attentive on you, as you cried and confessed the sin of murder to him.

Like he was your God.

He wrapped you up in his arms, carrying you out as you sobbed weakly for mercy and forgiveness… for the little mouse and for your crime of harming it.

Your face buried in his neck, breathing in the scent of bleach and chemicals like it was fresh air.

You were curled up in a ball, rocking yourself comfortingly as you trembled in fear before hallucinations so real you weren’t able to differentiate anymore. Shadow monsters haunting you at every second except when he was around, trying to crawl into your mind and destroy you completely.

Your hands ran through your hair, clean now as Master had been returning nearly everyday to bathe you with him.

He should be back soon.

You glance at the bed and clean living space, somehow so foreign and alien that you feel terrified of even laying on it without him.

You hum a familiar hymn, counting the seconds until these demons are cast out in his presence.

Your soft skin is naked and bare, but the room is warm despite phantom goosebumps raising.

The door opens, boots muted on the fluffy carpet, strolling towards you with ease and grace as you unfurl and crawl towards him.

“Little lamb, did you miss me?” His cherry red eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief, glossy white hair swept back save a few strays which framed his face.

Your smile is genuine as you nod, “Welcome back Master.”

He watches you with immense satisfaction, your skin and hair healthier now that you’ve been rehabilitated and given proper nutrition and care.

You sit perfectly still, nude body on display for thousands of eyes. The solemn atmosphere disallows for embarrassment as Master speaks, voice carrying his message and voice of God for the people.

“With this sacrifice, let our sins be washed in blood!” his arms spread wide, the cheer of the church deafening yet you move not a single muscle.

You don’t watch, even as the muffled screams become gurgled sounds of drowning.

The sacrifice had to be a damned sinner, one Master deemed better off sent to Heaven early. Dying for the church like this meant even though they were unclean, they could still find salvation through their death. It wasn’t anything new, even as a child you’d witnessed such things.

You cease useless thoughts, eyes trained on him.

He caught your gaze, eyes crinkling as he grins before winking.

They smear the freshly spilled blood over you, hooded masked members wordlessly carrying out the ritual.

“Now the blood of a virgin needs to be spilled…” he murmurs for heads to bow, prayer beginning but you don’t close your eyes, staring out blankly as iron burns your nostrils.

Your skin painted with the blood of a sinner, laid dead on another alter, which you let yourself skip from staring at.

The prayer finishes as Master rises, turning his attention on you as he walks your way. His clothing is all white, current appearance similar to a saint as he approaches.

“Little lamb,” he smoothes a hand through your soft hair with affection, bright red eyes nearly glowing as he leans close, undeterred by the blood coating your cheeks, lips, forehead, and major portions of your body. “Are you ready to be slaughtered?”

A chant in the crowd begins. Hummed at first, building in volume, the words ominous. “Lamb for slaughter.”

You briefly wonder if you’re next, just like the man they’d gutted next to you.

You nod anyway. It hardly mattered whatever he chose to do with you.

Your eyes still widened in surprise as he pushed you gently to lay back on the alter, as he climbed up as well before his people watching with heated gazes.

Master grins, looking sinister and beautiful as he licks his lips and addresses the masses.

“I shall now make the virgin bleed,” you don’t question him as he easily spreads your thighs open, leaving your slit on full view for the crowd and his own eyes.

“Be good for me lamb, I know you can do it,” these words are hushed and spoken just for you, as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. The action is soothing, and you allow your muscles to relax as you watch the crowd with a mixture of emotion.

Were they real or shadows?

You jolt as you feel something hot and wet prod your vaginal entrance, looking down to see Master had freed his heavy thick cock, erect and leaking from the dark red tip as he pumps it with his free hand a few times.

Then he lets the soft warm tip slip through your folds, parting them to press.

It takes immense force that leaves your chest heaving for air as your finger nails chip and break on the marble alter, body wracked with the intense desire to cringe and pull away.

You stay still, as he grunts pushing into your dry walls, essentially digging his cock inside your cunt to burrow deep.

You’re hardly breathing anymore, face frozen in agony as he stuffed you with each searing inch as you grit your teeth and endured.

The chanting was muted by the muddled noise in your head, like water in your ears, as tears slid down your cheeks.

He pulls out completely once his tip kisses your cervix. His cock coated in a sheen of your blood, though whether it was actually your hymen or the tearing of your vaginal walls was not important. It was the symbolism.

He lets his people take in the sight of you both, feeling pride swell inside him as they grow wild with excitement, moving to close in around you both now. The elders stayed back, their robes and masks in place as they continued the chant while the younger and common members touched and groped your trembling body, smearing the blood and even moving it down to your slit where you jerked a little.

“Be gentle with my lamb, tonight, I make her my wife on this auspicious occasion.” His teeth are sharp and glaring as he smiles, your eyes watching as if behind a screen.

What day was it? You wondered oddly, curious why you couldn’t recall it at all.

Master begins disrobing, shamelessly revealing each inch of his lean muscular build for all eyes as he falls on you again, this time caging your view in to only see him.

Your eyes connect, his alight with joy. “Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you stupid tonight.” He whispers in your ear, too low for anyone else to pick up on, using the position to lick the shell of it as you moan at the strange sensation.

He uses one arm to stay propped above you, letting the other move towards the hooded hard nub just above your slit, pressing softly and rubbing circles as electric shocks of pleasure zap up your spine. Your toes cramp as you try to straighten, but his hips smashing against you ass he sinks into you again stop your movements.

Your eyes widen in shock.

It doesn’t hurt at all.

It’s strange, the fullness still heavy and different, but the sting and ache are gone as he uses the blood of that scapegoat as lube to fuck your pretty cunt.

Tenko laughs as your eyes glaze over, face already showing the euphoria as he works your clit and his cock slowly into you, taking his time this round without the necessity of injuring you.

His gaze even gentle as he almost lovingly fucks you, the terrified expression on your face amusing at the very least for him.

“Relax lamb, we got the pain out of the way, just keep your legs spread for me and I’ll do all the work.” He assures, and like always, you fall for it.

He works you both to climax quickly, chuckling as you clamp and seize around his cock helplessly.

Your hands gripping at his shoulders as he leans down to kiss you, slipping his tongue in your mouth for a filthy kiss that leaves you light headed and pliant as he hardens again inside you.

You glance down wearily, his hips grinding back into you as his finger works your clit again.

“Let’s feel so good we both want to die.” Those red eyes seal your fate.

“Tenko! Stop breaking your toys, I’m not gonna share mine if you do.” Small childish and chubby hands grip at his own, tugging the toy owned by you from his grasp as he eyes you with disdain not matching a child his age.

“I have to break them.” He rolls his eyes, picking up the disfigured doll he’d “fixed” given to him by his previous family. The ones before his Master Father Shigaraki took him in.

“Why? That’s stupid.” You retort, obnoxious as you try to hide your dolls as if he even wanted them.

“Because if I don’t break it, then how is it even really mine?”

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A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this piece! It was very self indulgent if I’m being honest~

[shadowsandshapes]

[Spicy] Calling the Shots (F!Reader/Tomura Shigaraki)

Summary: Too much screen time isn't good for you, so you decide to take matters into your own hands when Shigaraki is spending all day playing video games. You know just how to treat him right.

Rated: For Fuck's Sake Do Not Read This In Public You Heathen, Don’t Show Your Mom, Don’t Show Your Dad – Repent Afterwards, Amen! (Mature) 

Contains: Mommy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Praise, Denial Play, Body Worship Themes, Submissive Shigaraki

MINORS DNI 🔪

Ao3: [HERE]

“Tomura –” 

At the sound of your voice, Shigaraki looked up from his game to find you sprawled across his bedsheets. You sounded stern when you spoke and he realized you were scolding him for being glued to the screen again.

“Yes, (Y/n)?” If it were anyone else, he would have told them to fuck off. But not you – not his beautiful, beloved darling girl.

Your hands traveled down your body, making a show of groping your curves for him before settling on your breasts – an open invitation. “Come here, baby –” you purr, half-lidded eyes gleaming with desire. Tomura’s throat ran dry as you spread your legs. He couldn’t look away – not even the siren call of his character getting brutally murdered in-game was enough to tear his eyes away from you. Game Over. You patted the edge of the bed. “Sit right here for me, baby boy –” and he didn’t hesitate, dumping his game on the floor unceremoniously to heed your request.

The way he scrambled to please you had your heart racing. Tomura was such a precious thing – especially when he shivered beneath your touch like this. Your fingers scratched their way up the side of his neck, moving to tangle with his pretty white locks. He groaned – eyes closing as you tugged at the strands. “(Y/n)...” he begged – oh, what a lovely sound. 

“Are you gonna be good for me, Tomura?” you asked, slinging your leg across his lap to straddle him beneath you. Your lips pressed against his neck – he swallowed, hard. There was nothing quite like making the big, bad Tomura Shigaraki squirm. He sputtered something incoherent and you tugged at his hair again. “Well? Use your words. If you don’t want it, I can–”

His reaction was immediate: “No! Don’t go. I’ll be good – I’ll be good!” Desperate, crimson eyes stared back at you – saturated with longing and desire. The sight brought a smirk to your lips. “Please…I wanna feel good.”

How could you refuse? 

A quick shove had him falling back onto the bed – Shigaraki watched with bated breath as you crawled on top of him. Something about your eyes – the intensity and fire of them – had him feeling weak in the knees. No one else could ever treat him like this. No one would ever earn his submission like this. Only you. Whenever you got like this, he felt like he was losing his mind. One moment you were the sweet girl he’d claimed as his own, the next you had him begging and crying for the most filthy things. The thought alone was enough to make his cock rock hard. 

You made quick work of his clothes, discarding them on the floor, then worked on your own. Tomura liked the lingerie you wore, so you kept your bra and stockings on – just for him. Sure enough – his lust-blown eyes honed in on your chest as soon as you took your shirt off. The way he licked his lips caught your attention. Fuck. His lovestruck admiration was making your body tingle. The man certainly knew how to make a girl feel special – Tomura was practically drooling at the sight of you. You wouldn’t deny it was one hell of a confidence boost. 

The tips of your fingers brushed over his cock, barely ghosting the skin with their touch. Tomura whined, bucking his hips to chase the friction in vain. You laughed. “Easy now – there’s no rush.” Oh but there was. Your lovely boyfriend was a desperate little man and you knew it. The moment you had presented yourself, Tomura was already overcome with need. Touch was a big thing for him, after all. He had developed a habit of chasing intimacy at every opportunity and you had taken it upon yourself to teach him patience. 

Some things ought to be savored. 

You pumped his cock – marveling at the sweet sounds Tomura was making. He kept one of his knuckles pressed between his teeth but it did nothing to muffle his moans. “You’re so loud,” you teased. “I love it. Go on, baby – let it out.” The smooth motion of your hand on his cock and your words of encouragement made him break his inhibitions. Gasps, groans and curses poured from his lips as he thrashed on the bed, bucking his hips into your palm. Every flick of your wrist had his inching closer to release. His cock throbbed at your touch and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at how easily you made him feel so good. Just as he was about to cum, you withdrew – holding your hands up.

“Fuck, no –” Tomura groaned out – giving you the nastiest, most desperate glare he could muster in his current state. It gave you immense satisfaction to see him reduced to a whining mess like this. “Please – let me finish,” he pleaded, struggling to catch his breath as you ran a single finger around the base of his shaft. “Please, please, please –” Wait for it… “Please, mommy, please –”

There it was. 

“Good boy, Tomura –” you praised, leaning down to lick a single, teasing strip up the side of his cock. He groaned sweetly – tossing his head back in pure bliss as you mounted his lap. “You want me to ride you, sweet boy?” You grinded your hips against him, slicking up his cock with your own juices. If he had a response ready, it died in his throat as a loud moan took its place. 

Eventually, Tomura managed to respond. “Yes, mommy, please –” 

Holy shit. You didn’t think you’d be into this so much, but hearing his broken voice beg for you to fuck him was driving you crazy. He looked so hot, biting at his bottom lip to fight the urge to moan. Hair all messed up and pupils blown wide with lust. You sank down on his cock, keeping your eyes glued to his face. His expression changed – flooding with relief as you rocked your hips. You could feel him twitching inside of you, eager for release. His hands felt lonely though. Touching you was risky, but you had a system in place for that too. As soon as you got a rhythm going, you leaned forward and pinned his hands to the mattress. He kept his palms open but allowed you to grab onto them. There was something so intimate about the gesture that had him addicted to it. Tomura could only stare up at you as you rode his cock, drinking in the sight of you. Such a beautiful and amazing creature. Unafraid of his love. He watched your body move against his – noting every curve and dip of your silhouette. The lace of your bra against your skin was so tempting – so gorgeous. The fact that you kept it on for him made his heart race. 

You had delayed his release – but it was still fast approaching. Your tightening cunt had him seeing stars and when you kissed his lips it was all over. You swallowed his cry of pleasure – feeling him shake and shudder as he emptied himself within you. Every buck of your hips was accompanied by a spurt of his seed, allowing you to ride out your own orgasm. In the end, you’d made quite a mess of his sheets, but it had been worth it. Ragged breathing filled the silence. Both yours and his. Your fingers brushed across Tomura’s palms as he came down from his high – you rolled off him, taking your place by his side. He cuddled closer and you wrapped your arms around him. 

“Bath time,” you announced. Aftercare was important too – and you both smelled like sweat.

“Just a minute –” he said. “Let me enjoy this just a little longer.”

Alright. You could agree to that – “Cuddles and then bath.”

“Deal.”

A/N: I...I don't know what to say for myself honestly. Give me a submissive man and I lose it. I know this probably isn't everyone's cup of tea, but as a notorious switch I crave control over men.

[masterlist]

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Cuddling with the Mythical Forest AU cast

(Wholesome content for the soul)

Warning: Mention of injuries, clingy behavior and Platonic Yandere shit

-Naga Shigaraki and Dabi are kinda affectionate with You, especially since they were touch starved at a young age.

-Always expect to be sandwiched between them with their thick tails acting like weighted blankets. The nonstop nuzzles from Shiggy, the constant low hums of content from Dabi. I must warn you, their tails are extremely rough and they will give little reminders that you can’t leave.

-Ah yes, our favorite harpy bois. It’s honestly a really peaceful and nice experience, although expect some attempted preening from Hawks.

-You always feel safe and soothed by Hawks’ wings encasing you and Tokoyami as the raven harpy holds you comfortably.

-Naga Overhaul! Considering his distaste for things he considers gross, it’s gonna be a tense experience. Be EXTREMELY careful about his scars and tail, don’t move too much or anything. He’ll be gentle with you, occasionally patting your head.

-Fae Eri is a sweetie, she’s always down for physical affection from her favorite adopted Sis!

-May god be with you cause holy shit does Siren Toga get clingy and territorial. She treats Reader like some glorified pet/doll rather than a family member.

-She squeezes your body, pinches your cheeks and condescendingly coos at your cries and complaints about how tight she’s holding you.

-Dragon Bakusquad is honestly top tier for this sorta thing. They are part dragon!

-The warmth, the affection is to die for. It’s basically a giant cuddle pile of dragons who adore you.

-Be warned though, they tend to have minor disagreements that result in minor wrestling matches.

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@thecuriousquest

@ratchetprime211

[xkaidaxxxx]

Murderer's in love

Dabi x reader

Mentions: Aggressiveness, Murder, l.o.v, Emos, Sex, Virgin Reader, squirting(simple), Fucked Dumb, Fluff ending.

“ y/n you will always be an orphan! You will never have parents who care about you!  You will never experience a parent's love!” Momo yelled at you. The party was going very well, laughter, food, drinks, games, etc. Bakugou was playing Just Dance way too seriously with Mina and Jiro, Denki stuffing his mouth with food. Uraraka recorded everyone doing silly things. 

You looked at Momo, “ W-What?” you said. “ Woah calm down.” Kirishima said. Izuku was thinking of a way to clear the tension. “ What’s gotten into you, Momo?” Tsuyu asked. You started crying. “ It’s the truth.” she replied and turned away. You weren’t about to let her get away with what she said and so you gripped her hair then made her fall to her knees. “ What are you going to do? Hurt me? I don’t think our friends would be happy about that.” she said. The smirk on her face made you even angrier. You dragged her outside. They followed. You had multiple quirks. This time you’re using them for evil. 

All your life you were treated badly and being a hero you promised to help civilians have a peace of mind. With the money you make from being a Pro- Hero you're planning to open an orphanage and make sure children will be safe and being cared for. 

 You made Momo levitate in the air. “ Y/n whatever you’re going to do. Don’t do it!” Izuku yelled. Momo isn't the only one who can create things. You tied a noose around her neck. Everyone was too shocked to even move. They couldn’t believe their beloved friend was doing such evil. You tied the other end on a tree. You were crying. Crying in pain. You’ve had enough. Everyone ran to Momo except Katsuki who held you down to the ground. You struggled to move. You’ve had it. Enough is  enough. “Hurry up Idiots!!!!!” Bakugou yelled. You started burning his arms. No matter how much they tried to untie the knot and bring her down they struggled like crazy. It wouldn’t undo. They’d have to beat you unconscious if they want to save her. Denki zapped directly at you. You yelled in pain. “ Sorry..but you’ve crossed the line.” Denki said. You snapped your fingers and she was let loose. You made sure she couldn’t save herself. You laughed with tears running down your face. Bakugou let you go. “ We will give you a 10 second head start,” he said. Ida ran to the station and informed what happened. Within seconds other heroes showed up and at a distance sirens were heard. You caused a very huge explosion causing the fire and with that cover up you left. You knew exactly where to go. Your old hideouts as a child. Very hidden. 

You’re officially a murder. A villain. You manage to live. Stealing was easy. Food, electricity, even water. A distant hidden location. It looked like no one lived there when you first moved in. After a month and a half. Someone kicked open the room's door. “ We like the update. Get out. You’re in our turf.” a man with a touch of gray and blue hair said.  He had hands over his body. He looked in his late 20’s ? You yawned getting up off the couch remembering him. “League of Villains…Shi-Shigaraki.” you spoke. You’re a little scared and nervous. “ I’ll kill you,” he said. “ Go ahead. I’m fine with it. I’ve lived enough in this shit world.” you responded. He hesitated. Every Villain has a hard past. “ Who would’ve thought a little mouse like you would end up here.  A pro hero.?” Dabi asked. He gave you a teasing look. You know they want from you. Intel. “ You will tell us everything you know.” Shigaraki said forcing you to sit down. Toga stared at you and licked her lips. “ You think you can get to me just because I murdered a hero?” you said crossing your legs. “Well now we know the reason you disappeared!” Toga said, giggling afterwards. Dabi was eye fucking you. “Quit eye fucking me. You’re old.” you said. “I’m still in my 20’s babe.” he replied sitting next to you. “If you give us some answers…we’ll reward you.” Toga said. “ I don’t need money so good luck.” You replied. “ I’ll kill your family.” shigaraki said. “ You can forget about that one too.” You replied. They felt bad for you. No friends, No family. Nothing. They also had no family but at least they have each other. 

A month went on by and they basically lived with you. You wiped your tears and then shook Dabi awake“ I can’t sleep…had a nightmare. Can..I sleep with you. Only for tonight?” You asked. “ Okay.” He replied. You immediately got into bed. You kept your distance. Dabi is a hugger and so in the middle of the night he pulled you to him. You both felt comfortable. You slept so well that night. Like a baby. 

You woke up in his arms. Clinged onto him. “ You’re finally awake. Can you let go now. I woke up 2 hours ago. I tried to get you off but you’re very clingy and strong.” he said as you let go. “ Drink tea for nightmares…chamomile and Lavender helps.” He said. You started getting ready for the day. Once you were done, you walked downstairs seeing your fella villains. “ Why did you kill a classmate?” Toga asked. “ You ask me that every morning it's annoying.” you replied. “ Leave her alone Toga. After all it’s her Birthday..” Shigaraki ordered. You looked over. “How the hell do you know?” you asked, upset. “ Ua students can’t just roam around freely. I’m sure you still have information.” he said. “ I don’t have any information. You can interrogate me all you want and threaten to kill me but I have nothing.” you replied drinking water. “ Lets celebrate! You’re one of us now. We always celebrate each other's birthdays. I know it must be shocking for you.” Toga said smiling. Twice handed you a full bottle of  Whiskey. You sighed and said, “Fuck it. Why not?” Shigaraki smirked. “ There’s more where that came from.” Twice said. “Happy 18th Birthday to me.” You said chugging the alcohol given to you. It’s your first time drinking. Tears slipped from your eyes. They all knew how you felt so they didn’t stop you. You eventually stopped and burped. “ Like it?” Dabi asked. You nodded. “ Strong but enjoyable.” “Toga go do your job for her special day.” Shigaraki ordered. “ My classmate always bullied me..I kept pushing forward…My class planned a party to relax… she just bursted on me. She said that I'll always be an orphan. That I will never have parents that care for me and their love. That was my last straw. I have multiple quirks and I can create more..I used them to hang her.” you said aloud. “  Your 1st murder always hurts you but eventually you’ll know that killing people is for a good reason sometimes.” Shigaraki said. Villains are emos for sure but they hide. Your birthday was surprisingly fun. They really care in their own way. 

Months passed and you were getting close to dabi. Too close. You’re 18 legal of course but he’s 5 years older. You didn’t care because you were underneath him. 

“ You sure you want this y/n?” he asked. You nodded. “Words little flame.” he said. “ Yes Dabi please. I’m ready.” you replied. He slowly slid his cock into you. You whimpered in pain gripping his arms. “ It’s okay. It will go away. Relax, please you’re going to break me.” he said, allowing you to adjust to him. He pecked your forehead. He started thrusting. Groaning in pleasure from how tight you were. He loved the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him right back in. He started fucking you hard. “ D-Dabi!” you yelled out as you felt immense pleasure. “It’s daddy now. Got that my baby girl.” he responded. He knew you wouldn’t last long. That won’t stop him from finishing. “Come on baby girl. Say it.” he ordered slapping your cheek softly. Your eyes rolled back with your back arched as you said, “Daadddyyy please.” He smirks, giving you what you desire. He was rough and fast. You gripped his arms and eventually left scratches all over his back. “S’close. Daddy.” you said legs spasming. “ Cum f’daddy baby. Make a mess.” he ordered. You came and squirted. A few more times as he kepted going.  That only made Dabi chuckle and grow harder. Your juices were all over him and on the bed. After he played with you for awhile you were fucked dumb. He finished cumming. 

He was planning to make you his since the moment he saw you. As he pulled out he noticed you were responding. He shook you softly. “ Passed out. I should’ve held back.” he said. You both developed feelings for each other. You guys wouldn’t have had sex. He knew you were a virgin and you wanted to lose it to someone you trust and like. He made you take a bath. You were too tired to even wake up. He also bathed. 

The following day you woke up to him dressed in his usual clothes.. You sat up in bed feeling pain. “ Rest.” he ordered. You didn’t listen and got out of bed falling on the ground. You felt pain on your back and legs. “ What did I tell you Y/n. You need it. I’ll be taking care of you. You’re mine now. My girl.” he said, setting you back on the bed. “ I’m all yours and You’re mine.” You said smiling. “ Yes I’m yours y/n. You passed out on me last night. You didn’t even know we bathed together. It was a bit of a struggle but it worked out. I’ll make dinner for you. Something quick and yummy.” he said ruffling your hair. You fixed your hair shocked. “D-Dinner? What did you do to me?” you asked. “ I knew you would finish first. You came a few times. I needed to finish too. I overstimulated your body and you passed out by the time I came. You were great. I loved it. I hope you enjoyed your first time.” he replied. You blushed “ Yes I did. I didn’t think it would take a huge toll on me.” you replied. “ Sweetheart, I like it hard, rough, and fast. You’d obviously be tired and weak.” he replied, handing you a pain killer with bottled water. You swallowed the pill with the water. “ Hey..um..I know…I’m not much of an emotional dude in front of people..but with you.. I love you.” Dabi said while facing away from you. “ I love you too, idiot. Look at me please.” you said holding his hand. He faced you and you surprised him with a kiss. He returned it. The make out session started and it was full of passion.

[quolafish]

Place to Stay (Yandere!Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

Warnings - SMUT to come, gentle? yandere, stalking, blood/wounds & sickness

Part 1 / ? PART 2

Shigaraki climbed up to a random roof. Flopping onto the rough tiles, pain wracked his body and pinned him down.

His clothes were wet, and the smell of iron filled his senses as he forced himself to sit up. He hissed, clutching his hand to his stomach, barely able to look down at his fingers. He saw the blood on them in his peripherals, hot and sticky. The smell of iron filled him, causing bile to rise to his throat and a horrible tension behind his bloodshot eyes.

Lolling his head to the side, he was met with his night-blurred reflection. Moonlight didn’t shine over monsters like him. Not that he really cared nor wanted to see himself bleeding out.

The cool air bit his open wounds. The man was no stranger to pain, but he let out a pitiful cry as the cold sank its teeth into him.

He couldn’t die like this.

Gasping, he tried to lug his broken, bleeding body over to the window. It stung. Each bone, muscle, screamed at him. His limps were lead as he rolled over on his belly. He tasted vomit when the rough asphalt rubbed against his bare wound. He rose on shaky knees, dragging himself across the shingles until his bloody hands stuck to the glass.

Pain hit him like a truck, stealing his balance and causing his pounding head to slam against the glass. He groaned. Bile swirled in his mouth as he spat, whimpering as he peeled his bloody cheek off the glass… only to bang his head against the glass once more.

Somebody…

He started to knock using his head, until his failures sparked a fire in him, a deep hatred for himself and he was too weak to scratch the itch. He started to bange his head against the window. Head-banging. He screwed his eyes shut once he started to see spots.

When he opened them, he was met with another pair of eyes staring back at him. He blinked blearily, before the window opened and he toppled forward.

((Hit with a numbing quirk why the window didn’t decay))

His face was pressed up against something soft and plush. A sent other than iron wafted his feverish sensors. Suddenly the man was a child again, pressed up against his mother, who’d hold him and protect and love him…

…if he hadn’t decayed her…

A tear slipped down his cheek as everything went black.

…

He woke up to the sound of sirens. Everything hurt. He saw a woman, applying pressure to his wounds, several bloody gauzes over eachother as she pressed another one down.

“Help is coming,” she said softly to him. “I called 911. Help is almost here.”

The man nodded slowly. 911..

911.

He choked on a gasp, struggling to get away from her. Her pressure loosened, before applying enough to make his head swirl.

“Hey..! Please, don’t panic, you’re in good hands, okay? Just—!”

“No cops,” he managed, speaking through his teeth.

“You need to go to the hospital—“

“No hospital!” He hissed, voice cracking. She nearly dropped another gauze at his breathless scream.

A loud, sound of sparking blaze erupted, hot light spilling into the open window. The sirens were silenced. Screams filled the air, as the smell of smoke began to replace the blue light.

Hands were placed over his wound. The bloody gnash on his stomach. He made a soundness cry, screwing his eyes tight so hard his face ached. 

A warm feeling began to pour into him. His eyes slowly opened, as he watched with a soar neck the bloody flesh began to stich itself back together with a floating, golden thread. It vanished into the air, his skin stained with blood but his wounds no longer bleeding.

The warm feeling was stripped so fast he thought he was naked. Pain flooded him, filled him to the brim until he overflowed. Grimacing, he lurched to his side and threw up.

He flinched at the hand rubbing soothing circles into his back. The warm touch was nothing like the dead, palms and fingers of Father and the rest of his diseased kin. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, tasting blood. The man was surprised he had the strength. When you touched him, that warm feeling began to course through his blood. Uncanny and strange..

I can’t do anything, he said, starting at his bloody hand prints on the window. He touched glass with all five fingers and it hadn’t decayed. Damn you, Overhaul…

You looked at him. You were trembling nearly as bad as him. He was so sick… your eyes were so gentle…

He asked for a place to stay, when he was a villain and he could just take it… if he had his quirk. The man was feverish, his head pounding and his stomach churning.

You nodded slowly. God, you didn’t look much older but you reminded him of his…

You gently pried his wrists away from his neck. “Don’t scratch, it’ll only make it worse…”

He shut his eyes as he bent over, feeling sick again.

[skipper19]

Dabi didn't care about anyone or anything, but when he met you. No, that didn't change. It was not love at first sight, nor was he soft around you. He didn't trust you, and he sure as hell didn't see you as nothing more than a member of the League.

Dabi never once glanced your direction in the battlefield until one day. It was a gruesome and long fight. Every muscle was burning, and sweat was sticking clothes to his skin like glue. Dabi huffed and caught his breath, grinning when the hero finally collapsed.

"DABI MOVE!" When the hell did you get here? Dabi scoffed as he turned in the direction of your voice, his tongue quick to snap an annoyed reply, but he didn't get a chance. A shot rang out, an empty bullet casing fell to the ground, and Dabis eyes widened as he watched you clutch your chest. Blood began oozing from the wound, seeping past the fabric of your shirt and spilling into the crevices of your shaky fingers. Dabi held his breath as you fell to the ground.

Dabis eyes shot up to the culprit, only to see a cop of law enforcement reloading his ammunition. His blood began to boil, and his heart pounded in his ears. Beautiful blue flames ignited from Dabis' fingertips. The cop didn't stand a chance.

Shigaraki was in shock when Dabi practically broke down the Leagues door as he held your lifeless body in his arms. Dabis jacket was tightly wrapped around your chest, a little sloppy, but it was all he could do as he yelled curses and tied the knot with shaky hands. Dabis undershirt was tainted with your blood, and even his arms were covered.

Dabi yelled at Shigaraki to help you as he rushed to his own bedroom. Not the medical wing, nor the couch, not even your own room, but his bedroom. Shigaraki quickly shook off the disbelief as he sprang into action. Dabi finally stepped back as Shigaraki and some other guy (that Dabi had no care to learn the name of) began tending to your wound. You had already lost so much blood. You looked completely drained, dead, even.

Dabi rushed out of the room, completely ignoring Toga as he exited the base. He didn't know where he was going. His legs had just moved. They kept walking. His mind screamed a thousand thoughts a minute, unfamiliar feelings welded into his chest as his hands shook in his pockets. His jaw clenching as his darkened eyes scanned the area before him.

Dabi was furious. What the fuck did you think you were doing? That was so reckless. You have zero self-respect. Dabi audibly scoffed as the feeling in his chest grew heavier. What was he feeling? Was it guilt? He had nothing to feel sorry for. This was all your fault. Your dumbass stupid decision that might get you..killed.

Dabi tightly shut his eyes and shook his head.

Of course, it wasn't guilt..so sadness? No, there's nothing to be sad about. He is alive. He is breathing fresh night air as his legs carry him in an unknown direction. Furthermore, you might die. At least he wouldn't have to deal with your annoying voice or alluring eyes. That disgusting laugh and dumb jokes. He didn't have to deal with all that shit anymore, and he was alive, so it's a win-win!

...

......

Desperation..

Dabi stops in his steps as sirens rush past him. An ambulance, soon followed by multiple cop cars amd firetrucks. He squints his eyes slightly and sheilds his face by turning it in the opposite direction, only realizing that the authority wasn't here for him this time. He stared at the bright, high wall of flames that engulfed the buildings he had passed on his little walk. He lets out a shaky sigh and feels his stomach churn.

Dabi turns on his heel and keeps walking, ignoring the screams of terror and the law authority behind him. He looks to his feel as he walks, nothing but the clacking of his boots against pavement to fill in the silence now. The chaos he unconsciously caused slowly fading into the distance.

Why was he feeling this way. He felt like he needed to be with you, that you needed to be okay. He felt guilt and sadness eat away at his very core, and he didn't know why. It was honestly terrifying. He never felt these things anymore. But the thought of your bloodied, motionless body lying in his arms caused the uncomfortable feeling to swell to an ache in his heart.

Touya cared about you. He cared for you, and it took him this to realize that. It should be scary, maybe even disgusting to him, but he can't help but feel guilty. He has treated you like shit for so long, nothing but cruelty sent your way whenever he would encounter you, and every time, you would just look up at him with that cute smile and knowing eyes. Touya hated the way you would look at him. Like you knew something he was hiding, or something that he didn't know. It enraged him, even.

Touya felt warm tears gather in his eyes. No, he wouldn't allow himself to cry over spilled milk. He furiously wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, not flinching when a staple was inevitably pulled out due to his movements. Touya pulled out his phone and checked the time. He had been out for six hours. His mind automatically races to thoughts of you. He needed to get back to base and check on you.

Touya pocketed his phone and ran back to base to be there for you. He finally realized his feelings. There was no point in hiding them anymore. Dabi inwardly cringed at his eagerness to receive details about your health, to see you were still alive. Deep down, Dabi and Touya didn't care, as long as you were safe in the end.

[star-light-imagines]

ooOo may I request a Shota Aizawa x reader please? :p I was thinkin of the reader being apart of the League of Villains and they could have a quirk that allows them to seduce someone and have them under their little love spell for a short period of time. Could you whip up a story that has the reader seduce Aizawa but they decide to spare his life? (⌒���⌒) tysm for reading!! You’re writing is awesome btw ;>

ੈ♡˳ Thank you for the request! I loved creating this, I hope you like it!

ੈ♡˳ Here's what I thought of for the Love Spell Quirk - The reader has the ability to fully seduce and control anyone by calling out to them or touching them. However, the reader must be within voice reach to ‘siren call’ them over. Touching makes the love spell affect stronger than just your voice, especially when in contact with bare skin.

Under Your Spell.

ᰔᩚ Includes- shota aizawa x reader. angst. comfort. seduction. kissing. makeout scene. slow burn (kind of). bonus content.

ᰔᩚ Warnings- gn! reader! Implied mature content! season 5 spoilers! kissing. heated makeout. hickey's. cursing. Implied emotional and physical childhood trauma.

ᰔᩚ Word Count- 7,197

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The sun slowly dips below the horizon, the sky turning a deep red and orange. The last rays of light disappear, leaving behind a darkening sky. A light wind caressed your skin as you sat on the edge of the abandoned rooftop, lost in your thoughts as you stared up at the sky above you. The wind picked up, blowing your hair ever so softly around your face. Your e/c eyes glanced downward as you looked out over the city skyline, the sun shining down on the people you saw below. 

You took a deep breath as you watched them from above, your eyebrows furrowed as you watched people with normal lives carry on around you. You knew it was impossible , but you couldn’t help the sense of longing for the normal life you never truly experienced. A family with unconditional love and support, who would smile happily and eat dinner together. Friends who would accept you as you were even with the quirk you possessed, as much as you longed for a place to truly belong in the light, you knew the darkness was the only one that truly welcomed you.  

Your e/c eyes closed as you lifted your face towards the sky, letting the breeze wash over you. In that moment, you let the memories that plagued your mind disappear with the wind.The felt as if it disappeared from your chest as you let out a deep sigh. The fiery glow of the sky had darkened as the stars began to twinkle and the moon casted a soft glow. 

SLAM!

The rooftop you had been occupying in silence was suddenly disturbed as the door obnoxiously slammed open. You glanced in the direction of the sound, Shigaraki stood there with his face twisted up in anger, deep red eyes leering at you. 

He paced towards you quickly, reaching a hand out to grasp your arm causing your body to tense. Four fingers gripped tightly onto your wrist and pulled you from the rooftop ledge. 

“What are you doing out here?!” He hissed. 

“Enjoying the sunset, did you want to join?” You offered, trying your best to calm the nerves that were going haywire under your skin. 

“Y/N! I already told you, you can’t be seen out in public!” 

“It’s not that big of a deal, If someone sees me..I can just use my quirk.” 

“That’s not the point. I'm the leader, you are supposed to listen to me!” He tilted his head slightly as his eyes darkened. “Maybe I should give you some motivation.” 

He raised the wrist he still had in his death grip, slowly moving the finger he was keeping away from you closer. Your eyebrows furrowed as he continued with his attempt at threatening you, the hairs on your arm stood on end at the fact his touch was leering closer. Bright e/c eyes met deep crimson red as the two of you continued the stare at each other, testing the boundaries of control. 

“Well, well… What’s going on up here?” A deep voice questioned suddenly. 

Shigaraki jerked his head in the direction of the voice while you peeked from the side of his figure, barely taking in the sight of the long trench coat and stapled patchwork skin. The hammering anxiety you felt flood your body moments ago, slipped away at the realization that Dabi had stepped onto the roof. 

Tsk! 

Shigaraki’s jaw clenched as he narrowed his eyes in frustration at the unwanted presence. He tossed your wrist out of his grip as he addressed him. “A lesson in what happens when you disobey orders.” 

“I don’t think you need another member in the group that’s missing an arm.” Dabi mocked.

“I think it’s worth the risk. Compress and y/n can have matching mechanical arms, how does that sound y/n?” 

Dabi’s flared turquoise eyes met your e/c eyes, his eyebrows knitted before he quickly relaxed his features and focused his attention back on their ‘leader’. He sighed as he lifted his shoulders upward, a sly smile making its way onto his lips. 

“Garaki needs y/n & I for a mission tonight.” 

“Why wasn’t I told about this?! Both of you stand out too much to be leaving the hideout right now!” 

“Take it up with him ‘leader’. All I know is we are supposed to gather intel on the Meta Liberation Army.”

Shigaraki’s jaw clenched as he gnashed his teeth together, frustration grew quickly into anger as his hand reached up to scratch at his neck rapidly. He mumbled under his breath, deep in thought as Dabi strode closer with lazy steps. 

“Fine! Whatever! Y/N, next time you don’t follow orders you will be getting a new accessory in place of an arm.” He ranted, before turning his eyes flashed towards Dabi once more. “You two don’t lead anyone back here! Kill anyone who tries to follow, UNDERSTAND?!” 

“Did you forget how long we’ve been doing this?” Dabi taunted. 

The two locked eyes as you watched them fight over dominance in silence, a smirk still etched on the patchwork lips. Shigaraki let out a deep sigh before he shook his head in defeat, turning and walking away. 

“I should have never let you two in the League! Just some cocky assholes, but I guess that makes sense seeing as Dabi recruited you.” He mumbled as we walked through the door. 

Dabi looked down at you, his smirk falling instantly as he lifted an eyebrow and he studied your facial expressions. 

“I thought I told you to not annoy Mr. Crusty Dusty right now, he’s going off on a power hunger streak since the Overhaul shit.”  

“I don’t like being grounded in a dark room all day, I just wanted to watch the sunset.” You explained, threading a hand through your hair.

“Do we really have a mission, or were you just saying that to save me?”

“Heh!” He scoffed, his turquoise eyes rolled playfully. 

“As if i would save your ass, if you really wanted to you could have had the hand freak on the floor sobbing the moment he grabbed you.” 

“That is true!” You giggled, the brightness returning to your e/c eyes. “Maybe I just wanted you to save me then.” 

“Haha, save your flirting for the target’s y/n. You’ll have better luck with them.” He smirked as he rolled his shoulders and continued. 

“We are splitting up for this one. Go to the location on the note, put some member’s under that little love spell of yours and gather intel.” 

“Yes, yes! I got it, I'm just excited to leave this place after weeks!” You said bubbly 

Dabi sighed, “Y/N, don’t do anything stupid.” 

“Awe! You’re being so mean, I never do anything stupid.. You must know by now that everything I do has a reason.” You said playfully as your e/c eyes darkened. 

“Whatever. It’s time to get out of here.” 

The darkness of the sky had slowly snuffed out the previously scattered vibrant hues that illuminated the city. The corner of your mouth quirked up as a sly smile found its way onto your lips, excitement glowed in your e/c eyes as you swiftly ran towards the rooftop edge. As your feet jumped from the edge, you playful whipped around in the air to turn towards the blue flame villain. You quickly sent a playful kiss at him before turning your body back around, your feet landing gracefully on the neighboring rooftop. 

‘Yes, I belong in the dark more than I ever did in the light.’

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You watched the Meta Liberation Army members walk in and out of the headquarters building, no one had noticed your presence from the tree branch you had stationed yourself on. A member had wandered off from his group of friends as he made his way closer to the forest, a cigarette nuzzled between his fingers. 

‘Perfect.’

The man had lit the cigarette, breathing in slowly with hunched shoulders before releasing the smoke with a tired sigh. Your eyes began to glow with a magenta hue as you watched your prey from afar, you felt your arms tingle from the buzz of your quirk activating. The anticipation made your thoughts race, not being able to use your quirk in the past few weeks had made you needier than you expected. You closed your eyes and focused, letting out a gentle breath as you began your siren call. 

“Awe, don’t leave me now.~” Your honeyed voice sang out. 

The man’s body tensed as he instantly stopped moving, his shoulders stiffened as you watched his eyes overcome with fear that he couldn’t control his actions. The cigarette fell from his lips, the sudden stop in movements, falling to the wet grass instantly killing the burning fire it held. 

You swiftly jumped down from the tree branch you were perched on, leaves danced around you with a gentle move of the wind as your feet gracefully landed on the ground. A pink blush dusted your cheeks as your skin burned with heat, a flushed blush crept towards your neck and down your chest as a visual side effect of your quirk. 

“Come play with me.~” You giggled out, your head tilting to the side as you extended a hand. 

He turned towards you, and once his eyes met yours they glazed over with the lovesick expression you had gotten all too sick of seeing. His face turned reddened as a blush instantly burned his cheeks, his tense muscles relaxing as he let go of all mental ability he had been fighting you off with. His long legs led him over to you quickly, eagerly taking your hand in his and you smiled slyly up at him. 

You led him deeper into the woods, your magenta glowing eyes surveying the area as you walked. Once you found a suitable spot for your needs, you released his hand from yours and turned towards him once more, giving him a once over to examine his looks. He wasn’t bad looking, the man was tall and mildly handsome with his dark brown hair and brown eyes. The man’s expression was glazed over with almost a look of hearts in his eyes as he awaited your next orders silently. 

“Tell me your name.~” 

“Kaito Yamada.” He answered immediately, a lopsided smile plastering itself onto his face as he continued to look at you. 

“ Hmm, Kaito-chan I want you to kneel for me.~” You called out playfully, a hand gently grazing across his bare shoulder as his skin instantly burned from your touch. 

His knees fell to the ground in front of you with a loud thud, the leaves crunching under him as he landed. You couldn’t help the smirk that twisted its way onto your lips, your eyes gleamed with amusement at how easy he was controlled by your love spell. You inched closer to his face, and noticed his face turning crimson as you sly whispered into his ear. 

“You're going to be a good boy and tell me everything I want to know.~” 

Kaito nodded his head eagerly at you and you gave him a sly smile of approval before your finger raked through his hair and pulled his head back slightly. Your magenta glowing eyes flared as you drew in a long breath, your hands glowed subtly as your other hand drifted towards his arm, playfully running your fingers up his bare arm before placing your hand on his chest. 

“What does the Meta Liberation Army want with the League of villains?” 

“The grand commander wants the League gone. They have become too well known and he wants to retake the spotlight the League of Villains has stolen.”

The smile on your lips grew at his words, a slight glint in your eyes appeared as you playfully fluttered your lashes at him. Your own flushed skin started to burn into a deep crimson as you focused more of your quirk into your hands. 

“Tell me more. ~” You urged, placing both your hands firmly on his shoulders.

“I’ll tell you anything and everything beautiful.” Kaito gushed with a lovesick voice. 

He shivered as you swiftly pushed him down to where his back hit the grass below, you straddled his hips as your magenta glowing eyes burned into his brown ones. A giggle escaped your lips as you listened to the man ramble on about the information about Re-Destro’s plans. 

‘So he wants to start a war out of petty jealousy. How childish.’ 

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Katio’s body slumped over on the grass next to his forgotten pack of cigarettes, unconscious. You had carefully leared him back to where you found him, before commanding his mind to forget you and fall asleep. Had Dabi been with you, he would have just burned his body and disposed of it once you were done retrieving the intel. Even though you were all too capable of killing someone yourself, you preferred to not have to deal with the mess if you didn’t need to. 

Your e/c eyes peered over your shoulder at the faint sound of leaves rustling in the distance, adrenaline still pumped through your body as your veins burned with heat. The scarlet blush still crept along your skin, your warm hands turning a flushed shade from the usage of your quirk. You took in a sharp breath as you tried to slow your quickening heartbeat and the pounding drumming in your ears. 

The faint sound of rustling leaves made your eyes dart through the trees, your thoughts raced as you prepared yourself for someone to appear. Minutes passed as you waited, the anticipation of an attack dwindling down as you walked further into the wooded area to start the trek back to the hideout location. The outline of a shadowy figure perched on a branch caught your eye as you glanced towards the night sky, the hairs on your arms immediately rose from the awareness of their presence. Your eyes glanced back towards the glistening wet grass in the moonlight, you stilled your breathing as you focused your hearing on the unknown person watching you. 

When a moment passed and no action had been taken from the figure in the tree line, you had swiftly started walking forward once more. You maintained awareness of the person’s  presence as they continued to track you, while you acted as if you hadn’t caught a glimpse of them a moment before. They were determined to keep following you through the dense wooded area and kept your pace as you tried to lose them with trick turns, your eyes had landed on a clearing up ahead filled with wildflowers. Your e/c eyes sparkled as you quickly changed your direction and ran towards the field of flowers. 

Branches cracked loudly from above as the figure chased you, the person finally realizing that you had noticed their presence. Just as your feet touched the clearing, a gray scarf launched itself towards you, your body acted on reflex and barely missed being trapped in the fabric. The scarf rebounded towards its owner who stayed hidden in the tree line, your e/c eyes narrowed as the magenta hue started to glow once more. 

“I don’t like playing cat and mouse, stop hiding will you. ~” Your honeyed voice directed, but your eyes widened at the lack of movement. 

Your eyes had lost their magenta glow and your skin was no longer buzzing from the activation of your quirk. You bit your lip in thought before leaping gracefully, leaping backwards from the scarf that shot out at you, strategically moving far out of the capture weapon’s range before landing skillfully on your feet. 

Before entering the clearing you were under the impression that the figure following you was a member of the Meta Liberation Army, but the capture scarf and the loss of your quirk made it clear that the figure was someone else. Dabi had told you about his encounter with the Eraserhead hero before, and how his quirk had worked with the vague knowledge he had on it. Your mind raced as you tried to remember every bit of information you could on the pro hero, swiftly managing to dodge his scarf while moving around the field as you did. 

‘Why is Eraserhead here? It doesn’t make sense unless he knew I was going to be here or was also gathering intel on the Liberation Army.’ 

‘How long has he been watching me?’

‘That doesn’t matter right now , If i can’t shake him I’m going to have to stop this little game before I get caught.’

Eraserhead jumped down from his perch on the tree, landing harshly on the flowers beneath him. His black hair flowed off his shoulders as googles covered the barely noticeable glowing red eyes beneath. You both studied each other's movements as you gave him a once-over, considering you couldn't see most of his face due to the scarf and goggles, his physical build wasn’t too bad, actually it was great. 

He lunged towards you as the scarf flexed and shot through the air in your direction, you narrowly dodged as you continued to flip and elegantly move along the clearing. All the years you had taken in dance had come in handy for combat fighting as it gave you an advantage of speed and agility. You managed to get behind him but before you could stab with the knife you had borrowed from Toga, he had pivoted and quickly swung his leg at you. 

The kick hit your side and pushed you off balance as he grabbed the wrist holding the knife, however his movements left an opening for you to take advantage of. Your other hand reached for his goggles, ripping them off and throwing them far from the both of you, before swiping your free leg to hit his knees. The kick caused him to fall to the ground while releasing your arm in the process, the knife falling a few feet away as he landed on in the field of flowers. Your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths from the sudden exercise session, you glanced down at the man before grabbing the scarf and binding it around his hands. 

“I usually like being the one tied up, but i’ll try it on you this once.”  You teased. 

He didn’t make a sound at your mocking as you gripped his shoulders and started to place him in a sitting position, you started to feel the buzzing sensation run over your skin once more. The magenta glow had returned to your eyes when you had pushed him to the ground, but due to the adrenaline you had just now started to notice your quirk reactivating. 

A smirk tugged at your lips. “I’ve caught the mouse, now what should I do with it? ~”

He grunted out in frustration, desperately trying to fight the effect your quirk had on him. Eraserhead fought against his own binding scarf as he shifted his arms around trying to get free. You watched his struggling figure from behind and couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. 

“I’ll do you a favor since you’ve been such a treat tonight. The only thing is you can’t use your quirk against me anymore.~” 

His shoulders tensed at your command, as you peered around to see his uncovered face. His raven black hair framed his face and hung just a bit below his shoulders, his black eyes were glaring at you with raging anger. You stood back up as you jutted out your hip, and placed a hand to rest on it as you let out a scoff. 

“Since you took away the ability to use my quirk, it’s only fair that I take away yours too.”

A vein popped out of his neck as he clenched his teeth at your words, still refusing to acknowledge you with a verbal response. Now that you were able to see him better he was extremely handsome and you couldn’t help but blush slightly as you looked away from his eyes. 

'The last person who was able to fight against my love spell this hard was years ago.’ 

You quickly regained your composure as you pushed the blush away, your magenta glowing e/c eyes looked back towards the man grumpily sitting in the grass surrounded by wildflowers. 

“Tell me your name handsome.~” Your voice sang out seductively as you leaned down to be eye level with him. 

His expression hardened as his body tensed reluctantly, he gnashed his teeth while the tips of his ears ever so slightly reddened. You giggled at the sight of him fighting against your quirk so listlessly which caused him to glance up at you while his brows drew together in confusion. You put your knees on the ground before him as your hand gently reached for his face, he flinched as you neared him trying to move his body away from your touch.

You sadly closed your eyes at the rejection before quickly reopening them, your fingers softly grazed his cheek before placing your full palm on his face. Your skin was burning from the contact against his, pink dusted your cheeks as a flush crept up your face. 

“Please tell me your name.~” 

“S-Shota Aizawa.” His rich raspy voice grunted out, his breathing became huskier. 

“Why were you following me Shota?~” You questioned while running your hand through his thick locks of hair. 

Aizawa bit his lip hard as the blush on his face deepend the more attention you gave him. His expression hardened as he continued to fight the effects you were having on him and he flashed his rageful black eyes towards you magenta hued e/c eyes. 

“It’s been a long time since someone was able to fight off my quirk as well as you are! I’m sorry but that just means I have to take things further.~” You apologized quickly before straddling his hips. 

He stiffened underneath you as you inched forward, your hands found his shoulders to keep you balanced as you moved your lips to the side of his face. You bit down on his earlobe teasingly, and his body jolted as he let a gasp escape him. The blush on his face had darkened and the flushed skin crept down towards his neck and ears. You leaned back to look him in the eyes, his pupils had become slightly hazed at your actions and you winked at him playfully. 

“I received Intel that members of the League of Villains were moving around the city. I trailed you all the way from the suburban area you passed through to get here. My plan was to keep following you until you led me to the rest of the LOV.” He sighed deeply as he rambled out the information. 

“Oh my! You went through all that trouble to follow me just to get caught…So unlucky.~” You teased while whispering into his ear. 

He grunted in response while his eyes watched your every move almost in anticipation of what you would do next. Compared to other people under your quirk, he still had good control of his mind and body which made your eyebrows scrunch together. You were already pushing your limits and if you were going to get more information out of the hero and get rid of him, you would have to exert yourself even more. 

“Who gave you the intel that I would be here?~” You asked sweetly, moving your lips ever so slightly towards his cheek as you placed gentle soft kisses down his jaw. 

“I-I can’t tell you that.” Aizawa pleaded, his eyes closed as he leaned further into your kisses. 

“How about you tell me what you know about me then?~” You added, leaning away from his face as you batted your lashes. 

He moved towards you as you leaned away, his breathing had become more strained and rapid. His skin was hot to the touch as he was not only trying to fight the effects of your seduction quirk controlling his mind, but also fighting the physical effects as well. 

“Y/N L/N, runaway teen from nine years ago. Your parents had assumed after a couple of months you had actually been kidnapped, and then after four years went by and there had still been no news of you, they eventually assumed you were dead.” He sighed while explaining, before continuing on. 

“It’s theorized you stayed under the radar, by using your quirk to seduce people and make them forget about you afterwards. The most you have done in the past nine years was steal money, food and a place to live from people, no murders or direct violence have been tied to you until recently. For some reason, you joined the League Of Villains instantly becoming one of the most notorious villains in the group. You're known for seducing your victims before torturing them and letting Dabi kill them.”  

You gave out a bitter laugh after he finished reciting the information he memorized from your folder. You pulled away from his body as his eyes darted to your figure retreating from him. A sad smile formed on your lips as your eyes glanced towards the night sky. His brows drew together as he took in your expression, he knew there was more to your story but there was no way he would find out about it unless it was from you. 

“I know you don’t want to be a villain.” Aizawa asserted. 

The magenta glow dwindled from your e/c eyes as you scoffed at the statement, you jerked your head towards him. The forced smile didn’t reach your eyes as you made eye contact with Shota, your eyebrows were knitted as you tried to force the memories plaguing your mind away into the little box you had pushed them in all those years ago. 

“I didn’t give you permission to talk again, now did I?” You scolded, not realizing that you had stopped using your quirk out while you focused on your past. 

“You don’t know what I want! Don’t act like I'm a lost kitten you can save.” You ranted angrily, your hand had reached out to his face as you raised his chin towards you. 

“You look lost to me. You definitely don’t look happy to use your quirk on me, or the guy from earlier. ” Aizawa stated softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Shut up!” You shouted as you released his chin quickly, and moved your legs so you could stop straddling the pro hero thighs. 

Aizawa’s hands moved towards you swiftly, before pushing you backwards towards the grass. He had gotten out of his own restraints long ago when he was still struggling against your quirk, he knew how to use his scarf the best and even if he was tied up with his own capture tool he had known how to escape it. Aizawa had pretended to remain constrained while he recited the intel you desired, planning what his next moves should be. 

Your eyes widened as your head hit the ground, wildflowers catching the corners of your eyes from your surroundings. His glowing red eyes beamed down at you, black hair lifting effortlessly from his shoulder. His hands were on each side of your head, his firm thighs straddling your hips effectively trapping you in place. 

“Shouldn’t have stopped using your quirk kitten! A real villain would have known not to get too comfortable.” Shota smirked triumphantly as he took control over the situation. 

You rolled your e/c eyes at him with annoyance.  “Really? Kitten? Can’t think of your own ideas?” 

“I couldn’t help myself, Kitten suits you too well.” He teased as he leaned closer, whispering softly into your ear. 

He noticed the deep scarlet blush that burned your cheeks and the way your lashes fluttered at his attempt at teasing you the same way you had teased him. His eyes trailed your face, burning every facial feature into his memory as he got lost in your eyes. 

“I’m a villain.” You whispered, out softly almost sadly. 

“You aren’t, not really. Not yet, if you stop now-” 

“I can’t!” You warned urgently. 

“Why can’t you?! What the fuck happened?!” He shouted. 

He slammed his hands on the ground by your head in anger, his glowing red eyes flared as his jaw clenched. He wanted to understand why after all these years, a runaway who was only using their quirk to live without being noticed by society had suddenly come out of the shadows and was intent on becoming a full blown villain. 

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Your eyes glistened as you blinked back tears that were threatening to fall, after all these years you had never talked about your past. You never had someone ask and willingly listen to why you moved every six months to a new apartment paid for with the stolen money you would seduce out of strangers, or why you had left home at the age of sixteen content with living in the shadows rather than the wealthy home you left behind. 

Dabi was the first one who acted like a true friend towards you. You had found him one night four years ago, injured and hungry in an alleyway close to your home. You hadn’t thought twice about the situation before you brought him into your home, and took care of him until he could get back on his feet. 

Since then the patchwork villain would stop by often to check in, at first he would bring food as a way to not feel like he had to owe you anymore. Then he came over just to be in each other’s presence since you both knew how lonely it felt to be on the outside of society. However, the two of you never shared any personal backstories, he just makes sure to look out for you the same way you do for him, no questions asked.

Shota wanted to know you, really know you. He wanted to figure out who you were and it scared you and made your heart flutter slightly at the same time. You let out a harsh breath as a tear slipped out from your eye, Aizawa’s hand quickly reached over while he softly brushed the tear away with his thumb. 

“My parents had a quirk marriage with the hopes of having a child with a love spell quirk. They didn’t want me, they just wanted to use me for their business deals for their company and to dig up dirt on their enemies. I wasn’t anything but a tool for them.-” You paused, before continuing. 

“Growing up, the kids in school would be overly nice to be because or avoid me because of my quirk and my family. They were afraid I would put them under my spell and control them into loving me. Every kind gesture I ever received was out of fear that my family and I would somehow hurt them. But this isn’t what you really want to know right?- 

You want to know why I ran away and why I’m suddenly back in the limelight. Well when I was sixteen I overheard my parents agreeing to sell me, more specifically my body to a rival company CEO for a couple of months. I wasn’t shocked but I didn’t want to be forced into giving my body to a stranger just because of my parents plans, so I left. I met Dabi a few years ago and we have been looking out for each other, he came to me saying he needed help.” 

“I’m helping him, and when he doesn’t need me anymore I’ll fade back into the shadows.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you gave him the brief reasoning for your actions gliding over the more traumatic experiences throughout your childhood. The feeling of a warm hand glided across your cheek causing you to open your e/c eyes to meet the once glowing red, now black eyes above you. 

“Did he threaten you?” He questioned with narrowed eyes. 

“No, but why would you even care if he did.” You challegend back. 

A playful smirk touched his lips as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“You’re interesting.” 

“Interesting?” You repeated. 

“Very, not many people can keep my attention for this long.” 

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you, your eyes slowly glanced towards his lips before slowly looking back towards his eyes while he trailed your glances and movements. Each of you waited for the other to make the first move, he leaned in closer and your heart pounded like a drum in your chest, fast and hot in anticipation of something — anything.

He brushed his lips softly against yours, in a passionate kiss that left you breathless. His kiss was gentle and yet passionate, sending a thrill through your body. You clung to him, returning his kiss with equal ardor. Your mouths explored each other hungrily, as you forgot everything else but the feel of his lips on yours. He finally broke the kiss, and you stared at him dazedly, your heart pounding in your chest.

His hands traveled to your neck, gently grazing his fingers over the exposed skin. Your body trembled from the contact of his hands and your breath quickened as he kissed his way from your jawline down to your collarbone, sucking harshly on the skin there. 

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, never wanting this moment to end. His kisses were a mixture of sweet and passionate, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. As he moved to continuing kissing your lips, you let out a soft moan of satisfaction.

His hands traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him as he deepened the kiss. You buried your hands in his hair and his tongue danced with yours as he explored every inch of your mouth. You felt yourself giving into him, surrendering to the pleasure that his touch brought. 

Slowly, he pulled away, looking into your eyes with a hunger that made your heart race. Your lower lip quivered as you desperately wanted to pull him back in for a kiss, his body jolted from excitement as you flipped your position to where his back was on the ground and you were now straddling him. 

 His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he watched you above him, your face descending down towards his neck with a playful glint in your e/c eyes. Aizawa’s jaw went slack upon feeling your fiery kisses leading down his neck until you found a spot that made him unexpectedly moan. You stop instantly, focusing on roughly kissing and sucking on that spot to leave a mark. 

“Now we have a matching set.” You teased breathlessly into his ear. 

His chest rumbled beneath you as he chuckled deeply, his expression soft as he glanced towards you. Your body tensed for a moment and he instantly caught on to the sudden change even though you quickly tried to hide it. 

“What’s wrong?” He questioned softly running his fingers through your hair. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“Is it not already obvious? I'm under your spell.” He teased with a smirk.

“I'm being serious! I used my quirk on you earlier. Everything you are feeling, it might just be a left over effect from my love spell. This could all not be real, not what you really want.” You doubted, your brows knitted together as you spoke. 

“Your quirk didn’t have too much of an effect on me, I was able to fight it off. Besides, when I first saw you I wasn’t under your quirk and I had the same thoughts about then that I do now.” 

A bright smile formed on your lips as he reassured you, even if the back of your mind still doubted the authenticity of this moment. However, you heard the crackling of leaves and twigs far in the distance that distracted you from sharing in the happiness of the moment. 

Shota had opened his mouth to speak but you covered his mouth with your hand. Straining your ears, you continued to listen to the far off footsteps before you heard a deep voice call out.

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Dabi’s voice registered in your head and your eyes widened in shock. 

Your e/c eyes darted to Aizawa as you held a finger up to your lips and raced to stand up, pulling him with you. You adjusted your clothing quickly and tried to smooth out your tousled hair, while he moved to fix himself as well. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered quietly as he raised a brow at you questioningly. 

The magenta hue returned to your eyes as you kissed him once more, savoring every second you could before quickly pulling away from the stunned man before you. 

“Leave quickly, now. Don’t look back. Don’t stop until you get home.~” You desperately plead with him, he quickly leaves the area picking up his goggles and scarf as he dashed away from you. Leaving you all alone in the clearing. 

A few minutes passed by before Dabi’s figure appeared from the tree line, his trench coat grazing against the flowers as he walked towards you. 

“Y/N, what are you doing out here?” He asked. 

“I found it after gathering the Intel and couldn't resist stargazing for a moment.” You effortlessly lie, hoping it sounded convincing to the man beside you. 

He scoffed, before he let a chuckle escape his lips. “We were supposed to meet at the location I sent you an hour ago. You weren’t answering your phone so I figured you must have gotten caught and I would be forced to come save you.”

“Awe! See I knew you would come save me if you thought I was in trouble!” You giggled. 

“Whatever dumbass, did you find out anything?” 

“Yeah, did you?” 

“No, the location was a dud.” 

“Well, The grand commander of the Meta Liberation Army wants to start a war with the league of villains.” You stated boldly with a smirk playing on your lips. 

“HEH! Does he now? Tell me more."

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Dabi sat on the floor, his back leaning against the couch you were currently resting on. His fingers tapped relentlessly on his phone as he messaged back and forth with someone he was thinking about bringing into the league. 

Your eyes were glued to the book in your hands as you reread the same passage three times already. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything but the events that happened between you and the Eraserhead hero from last night, the kiss still tingling on your lips as you remembered it. You let out a harsh sigh as you threw the book to the floor, the sudden moment made Dabi’s eyes glance towards you with curiosity when you remembered something similar about him and Aizawa. 

“Dabi, I just remembered something.” You said with a smile as his eyes narrowed at you with fake annoyance. 

“What?” He grunted out as he glanced back at his phone when it buzzed in his hand. 

“Back when you were training me to fight, my quirk barely worked on you and it still doesn’t work on you too well. What do you think is the cause?” 

His fingers suddenly stopped typing as his shoulders stiffened, his turquoise eyes remained locked on the phone in his hands as he refused to look back at you. Dabi rolled his shoulders to let out the tension quickly before he let out a scoff at your question. 

“Tsk! You still don’t know why your quirk doesn’t work on me? Don’t worry you’ll figure it out someday, Doll.” He replied playfully.

“You're no help! What if my quirk doesn’t work on someone else during a fight, I want to get stronger.” 

His expression hardened as his steeled eyes locked with yours, his dyed black hair looming over his furrowed eyebrows. 

“Did your quirk not work on someone else? Who was it?” He quickly Interrogated, as he completely ignored his phone now continuously buzzing on the ground beside him. 

You glanced away from his serious expression, the mere thought of Shota had you struggling to keep the blush that threatened to creep up your face at bay. 

“No one. It’s just a hypothetical.”

He looked at you for a moment, studying your actions before he turned his attention back towards his phone and mumbled out. 

“Then you don’t have to work about it, it won’t happen with anyone else.” 

‘Everyone except Shota Aizawa.’ 

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“ERASER!” Present Mic shouted as he slammed open the door to his room. 

Aizawa glared at him with tired eyes as he sat up from his bed, the late night had caused him to sleep in late the next morning. He rubbed the remaining bits of sleep out of his eyes as his childhood friend bounced around the room excitedly talking about different topics, his voice had drowned out in his ears over the years as he was able to pick out bits of important information from his ramblings. 

“I heard you went out on a mission last night to trail some members of the LOV, did you find the hideout?” He questioned. 

“No, they managed to get out of sight before I could follow them all the way there.” Aizawa skillfully lied. 

“Who were you even tracking anyways?!” He shouted, the excitement making him rise his voice. 

Aizawa hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much he could share of his passionate encounter with you. “Y/N L/N.”

“WHAT?! THE TEMPTRESS?!” 

“Temptress? Where did you get that?” 

“It’s been what the news is calling them lately, I guess Seductress was to spot on for them.” 

Aizawa swiftly got ready as his friend continued to rattle on about how the news picked such lame nicknames for people and why, before his hand reached for the door. 

“WOAH! Where are you going?! You just woke up, what could possibly have to do on a weekend that we don’t have classes on. “ 

“I found a lost kitten last night, but it ran away before I could bring it home.” Aizawa answered with a softened expression as his eyes glanced towards the ground. 

“You're going to go search for a kitten?” 

“Of course, I already decided it’s mine.”

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ A/N: I honestly wasn't planning to write such a heated make out scene, but I like how it turned out. Originally I did have a different backstory for the reader but it seemed to similar hawks, so I cut it.

Anyways, this was very fun to write! It's exciting to think about the quirks people send in with requests and how I can make them work into the story.

[guywithananimepfp]

“I don't understand it either, Babybird”

(to be continued)

⌜ A Keigo takami x GN!Villian!Reader story ⌟

⌜ angst 🕊️🥀 (?) ⌟

⌜Summary; Hawks falls in love with someone who he knew he has to turn in. He doesn't understand his feelings with you⌟

⌜ ex; this isnt really a fic, but a writing practice to show people how I write and stuff. ⌟

“It shouldn't have been you of all people. It couldn't be. It just wasn't possible. Right? Of all people in the world, why would I love you?”

“what was so special about you that made me stop that day. What made me hesitant to turn you in? what was it?”

...

"I knew I would get you someday, babybird. it just seems that today was that day. Huh?" Hawks said with a grim tone. His wings still expanded as he made a landing only a few feet from where you were standing. The ground shook slightly once his feet touched the road of Musutafu. There were sirens everywhere. villians on attack which made Japan the main target for danger. which was obvious by the gecko once Japan got it's first bomb threat not long back. The only problem was this was so sudden, nobody saw it coming. Even the Heros of the U.A. hawks noticed you kept quiet, which made his eyebrow twitch into a furrow. making his expression turn from stern to anger. "well, you're just as quiet as I remembered you babybird.. it's a shame really." He hissed between his teeth. It was obvious he was holding back from himself lashing out at you. He was on edge, so of course he was pissed off. You remained silent, as the only thing that filled the air was the sirens and distant screaming of the heros. Hawks stood there with a stern expression while his hair flew with the air that went past the pair. His index finger twitched as he began moving towards you. "..Now, I'm sorry to cut this short, however, you are a danger to society. Just like the rest of the league of villians." He sighed. "So, it'll be easier for me and you to just, let me turn you in. you're under arrest." He said solemnly. This was the final twig that broke your anger, before grabbing a handful of sand from your bag. Which Dabi filled it for emergencies like this one. Without a moment of hesitation, you threw sand into the man's eyes. in which it worked just as you hoped for. Hawks hissed, letting out a screech while the sand burned his eyes. He stumbled back, grasping his face trying to get the substances out his eyes. You took this as a cue to run before Hawks got back up. "Ugh. why can't I use my quirk?.." you hissed under your breath. Shigaraki said that because of their little 'Plan' they were obviously trying to put into action, your job was to not kill anyone. or even injure them. You just had to keep the heros away from trying to stop the gang from making their plan a success. As you ran, Hawks was already in the air. making you his main target. And let me tell you, he wasn't happy. Hawks flew into the air while his wings almost taking up the street's passageway. Your eyes darted everywhere you could see; trying to find anywhere you could hide before hawks found you. It was too late however, just as you were about to make a turn you felt a weight on your figure. Hawks grabbed your shoulder, making his nails dig into your neck and shoulder blade. He shoved his whole weight on top of you, making the both of you to collapse into the street. Hawks got on top of you, making sure you were down before he made the arrest. His wings folded behind his back while he kept his boot firmly against the back of your neck. He couldn't help but chuckle. He remembered how much you boasted that the heros could never get you, yet.. here he was. making you eat your own words. You struggled under his weight, trying to wiggle yourself out from underneath the hero. But it seemed that he got the upper hand rather quickly which made you feel pathetic at your job. How could you have easily been knocked down by a hero? You couldn't even use your quirk if you wanted to. Hawks' left hand slowly traveled to your hands, pinning them down to the cold concrete. As he kept them in a firm grip, his other hand went to his pocket trying to find his handcuffs. As he did, Hawks noticed how much you gave up trying to resist. You both knew there was no use to fighting as it'll make things a lot worse. He let out a quiet sigh before chuckling again. "Sorry babybird.. but it seems that I've.. won this time." he grinned, oh how bad you wanted to slap that grin right off his face. He found the handcuffs and immediately used his teeth to open them from their latch. When successful he locked your hands together. He grabbed your chained hands and slowly put them behind your back. Keeping them secure.

[pikahlua]

MHA Chapter 382 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 あの瞬間 あのしゅんかん ano shunkan That moment,

tagline 1 トゥワイス達の中に… トゥワイスたちのなかに… TUWAISU-tachi no naka ni... Among all the Twices...

tagline 2 No.382 行かせない‼︎　　堀���耕平 ナンバー382 いかせない‼︎　　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 382 ikasenai!!   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 382 Won’t Let You Leave   Kouhei Horikoshi

2 少女に傾国の一手を与えた しょうじょにけいこくのいってをあたえた shoujo ni keikoku no itte wo ataeta I gave that girl a siren maneuver (Note: He means he gave Toga a move to do that is dangerous like a siren.)

3 ２人の男は ２りのおとこは futari no otoko wa the two men

4 気づいていた！ きづいていた！ kidzuite ita! were noticing!

5 ウソつき USOtsuki [That] liar.

6 事態はまだ じたいはまだ jitai wa mada The situation is not

7 "最高" "さいこう" “saikou” “the best”

8 "最悪" "さいあく" “saiaku” [or] “the worst”

9 ではないことに de wa nai koto ni as of yet.

1 あくまで希望的観測よ最悪だけどまだ最悪じゃない あくまできぼうてきかんそくよさいあくだけどまださいあくじゃない akumade kibouteki kansoku yo saiaku dakedo mada saiaku ja nai “This is just wishful thinking, but though this is the worst [scenario], it still isn’t the worst [we expected].”

1 初手でAFOや荼毘に変身したり「二倍」で出されていたら終わってた！ しょてでオール・フォー・ワンやだびにへんしんしたり「にばい」でだされていたらおわってた！ shote de OORU FOO WAN ya Dabi ni henshin shitari 「nibai」 de dasarete itara owatteta! “It would have been over if her first play was to transform into someone like AFO or Dabi or if she brought them out with Double!”

2 でもそうはならなかった！それなら demo sou wa naranakatta! sore nara “But that’s not happening! In that case,”

3 "状況理由"から勝機を見つけるしかないわ！ "そこ"からしょうきをみつけるしかないわ！ “soko (kanji: joukyou)” kara shouki wo mitsukeru shika nai wa! “she can do nothing but find victory from [where she is] (read as: a way in the current situation).”

4 本来の「二倍」で増やされた人間は"個性"を使える！ トゥワイスの「にばい」でふやされたにんげんは"こせい"をつかえる！ TUWAISU (kanji: honrai) no 「nibai」 de fuyasareta ningen wa “kosei” wo tsukaeru! “Humans who have been multiplied by Twice’s (read as: the original’s) Double can use [their] quirks!”

5 でもウラビティが聞いた通りならヒミコちゃんの「変身」は でもウラビティがきいたとおりならヒミコちゃんの「へんしん」は demo URABITI ga kiita toori nara HIMIKO-chan no 「henshin」 wa “But if it’s just as Uravity heard, Himiko-chan’s Transform”

6 "好き"な人の"個性"しか使えない "すき"なひとの"こせい"しかつかえない “suki” na hito no “kosei” shika tsukaenai “can only use quirks of the people she loves.”

7 相性と言うのかしら…「変身」→「二倍」で増やした人間にもヒミコちゃんの条件が乗ってしまうようになっているのなら あいしょうというのかしら…「へんしん」→「にばい」でふやしたにんげんにもヒミコちゃんのじょうけんがのってしまうようになっているのなら aishou to iu no kashira...「henshin」→「nibai」 de fuyashita ningen ni mo HIMIKO-chan no jouken ga notte shimau you ni natte iru no nara “I wonder if it’s something like compatibility... If the condition for Himiko-chan’s Transform is being carried over to the people multiplied by Double,”

8 ヒミコちゃんの"好き"が死柄木たちには当てはまらなくて使えないのかも ヒミコちゃんの"すき"がしがらきたちにはあてはまらなくてつかえないのかも HIMIKO-chan no “suki” ga Shigaraki-tachi ni wa atehamaranakute tsukaenai no kamo “maybe Himiko-chan’s ‘love’ cannot be applied to Shigaraki and the others, and so they can’t use [their quirks].”

1 全くの的外れかもしれない…でもーー まったくのまとはずれかもしれない…でもーー mattaku no matohazure kamoshirenai...demo-- “It may be totally irrelevant...but--”

2 この極限状況気持ち一つで一秒後に条件が覆ってもおかしくないわ このきょくげんじょうきょうきもちひとつでいちびょうごにじょうけんがくつがえってもおかしくないわ kono kyokugen joukyou kimochi hitotsu de ichibyougo ni jouken ga kutsugaettemo okashikunai wa “in this extreme situation, it wouldn’t be strange if, after one second of one emotion, even [her quirk’s] condition enveloped [them].” (Note: I think what she’s saying is something of a hypothesis like this: if Toga’s feelings affect her quirk, then a split-second feeling could be carried over to all the clones.)

3 そうならない為にも早く本物を見つけないと そうならないためにもはやくほんものをみつけないと sou naranai tame ni mo hayaku honmono wo mitsukenai to “To prevent that from happening, we have to quickly find the real one.”

4 …だとしたらトガヒミコはーー… ...da to shitara TOGA HIMIKO wa---... ...If that’s the case, Himiko Toga is---...

5 何で… なんで… nande... “Why...”

1 哀れな行進を続けさせてやろうぜ デッドマンズパレードをつづけさせてやろうぜ DEDDOMANZU PAREEDO wo tsudzukesasete yarou ze “Let’s make the Dead Man’s Parade continue.”

2 ヒーローは殲滅する…‼︎ ヒーローはせんめつする…‼︎ HIIROO wa senmetsu suru...!! “Annihilate the heroes...!!”

3 弔くんも燈矢くんも好きなのに とむらくんもとうやくんもすきなのに Tomura-kun mo Touya-kun mo suki nanoni I love Tomura-kun and Touya-kun too, but

4 仁くんやお茶子ちゃんみたいに"個性"が出せない じんくんやおちゃこちゃんみたいに"こせい"がだせない Jin-kun ya Ochako-chan mitai ni “kosei” ga dasenai their quirks won’t come out like Jin-kun’s or Ochako-chan’s.

5 ヒーローは殲滅する…‼︎ ヒーローはせんめつする…‼︎ HIIROO wa senmetsu suru...!! “Annihilate the heroes...!!”

6 この戦い前にも試した…出せなかった！ このたたかいまえにもためした…だせなかった！ kono tatakai mae ni mo tameshita...dasenakatta! I also tried it before this battle...and they wouldn’t come out!

7 大好きなのに…「好き」に成れるはずなのに だいすきなのに…「すき」になれるはずなのに daisuki nanoni... 「suki」 ni nareru hazu nanoni Even though I love him... Even though I can become someone I ‘love’...

8-9 仁くんなら出せるのに じんくんならだせるのに Jin-kun nara daseru noni Even though Jin-kun could make them come out...

1 何で私は なんでわたしは nande watashi wa Why can’t I

2 仁くんになれないの じんくんになれないの Jin-kun ni narenai no become Jin-kun?

3 ヒーローは殲滅する…‼︎ ヒーローはせんめつする…‼︎ HIIROO wa senmetsu suru...!! “Annihilate the heroes...!!” (Note: This phrase is repeated in all the background speech bubbles.)

1 人の喜ぶ顔が好きだった ひとのよろこぶかおがすきだった hito no yorokobu kao ga suki datta I loved people’s happy faces.

2 だから彼女は だからかのじょは dakara kanojo wa That’s why, for that girl,

3 涙を見逃さない なみだをみのがさない namida wo minogasanai I won’t turn a blind eye to her tears. (Note: You could also go with “overlook” instead of “turn a blind eye to.”)

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1 頑張れツクヨミ抑え続けて時間を稼ぐんだ‼︎ がんばれツクヨミおさえつづけてじかんをかせぐんだ‼︎ ganbare TSUKUYOMI osae tsudzukete jikan wo kasegunda!! “Give it your all, Tsukuyomi! Keep holding him back and buy us time!!”

2 奴は今恐らく無敵状態だが時限付きだ！ やつはいまおそらくむてきじょうたいだがじげんつきだ！ yatsu wa ima osoraku muteki joutai da ga jigen tsuki da! “He’s probably in an invincible state right now, but he has a time limit!”

3 エンデヴァーさんが一度倒したおかげでそうなった‼︎ここで抑え続けて止めるんだ‼︎ エンデヴァーさんがいちどたおしたおかげでそうなった‼︎ここでおさえつづけてとめるんだ‼︎ ENDEVAA-san ga ichido taoshita okage de sou natta!! koko de osae tsudzukete tomerunda!! “He became like that thanks to Endeavor-san defeating him once!! Keep holding him back and stop him!!”

4 黒影を覆って！光を遮って‼︎ ダークシャドウをおおって！ひかりをさえぎって‼︎ DAAKU SHADOU wo ootte! hikari wo saegitte!! “Cover Dark Shadow! Block out the light!!”

5 闇を供給させるの‼︎ エネルギーをきょうきゅうさせるの‼︎ ENERUGII (kanji: yami) wo kyoukyuu saseru no!! “Let me supply him with energy (read as: darkness)!!”

6 それ sore “For that,”

7 オーロラの夜空とか出せるし「幻惑」でオケオケかもー！ オーロラのよぞらとかだせるし「げんわく」でオケオケかもー！ OORORA no yozora toka daseru shi 「genwaku」 de OKEOKE kamoo! “if I can bring out an aurora night sky or something, maybe with Illusion it’ll be OK-OK!”

8 トガの増殖も抑えなければ！ トガのぞうしょくもおさえなければ！ TOGA no zoushoku mo osaenakereba! “We have to suppress Toga’s multiplcation too!”

9 全力全方位サポォオオオト‼︎ ぜんりょくぜんほういサポォオオオト‼︎ zenryoku zenhoui SAPOOOOOTO!! “Full power omnidirectional SUPPOOOOORT!!”

1 ぐあァ guaA “Gwagh!”

2 うわああ‼︎ uwaaa!! “Waaah!!”

3-4 …やはり力で…ゴリ押ししてくる奴は面倒だな… …やはりちからで…ゴリおししてくるやつはめんどうだな… ...yahari chikara de...GORIoshi shite kuru yatsu wa mendou da na... “...Of course, those who push their way through...by force are troublesome...”

1 更に若返ってーー さらにわかがえってーー sara ni wakagaette-- He’s restored to even younger--

1 闇を！ やみを！ yami wo! “Gimme darkness!”

2 行かせんぞ‼︎ いかせんぞ‼︎ ikasenzo!! “I won’t let you leave!!”

3 突風で運ぶっス追いつける‼︎ とっぷうではこぶっスおいつける‼︎ toppuu de hakobu SSU oitsukeru!! “I’ll carry [myself] with a gust of wind and catch up!!”

4 絶対行かせねっス!!! ぜったいいかせねっス!!! zettai ikasene SSU!!! “I absolutely won’t let you leave!!!”

5 ２人の男は気付いていたーーー ２りのおとこはきづいていたーーー futari no otoko wa kidzuite ita--- The two men were noticing---

6 事態は じたいは jitai wa the situation

1 もう mou is already

2 散らせマキア ちらせマキア chirase MAKIA “Scatter them, Machia.”

3 最高である事に さいこうであることに saikou de aru koto ni becoming the best one [possible].

4 事態はまだ じたいはまだ jitai wa mada The situation is not yet...

5 "最悪"じゃない…って事っすね "さいあく"じゃない…ってことっすね “saiaku” ja nai...tte koto ssu ne “It’s not the worst...[scenario possible], eh?”

6 塚内さん‼︎ つかうちさん‼︎ Tsukauchi-san!! “Mr. Tsukauchi!!”

1 何をーー なにをーー nani wo-- “What is--”

2 ……貴様ら…‼︎ ……きさまら…‼︎ ......kisamara...!! “......You bastards...!!”

1 俺たちも来たぜ常闇‼︎ おれたちもきたぜとこやみ‼︎ ore-tachi mo kita ze Tokoyami!! “We’ve come too, Tokoyami!!”

2 緑谷たちンとこア行かせねえ!!! みどりやたちンとこアいかせねえ!!! Midoriya-tachi NtokoA ikasenee!!! “We won’t let you got to where Midoriya and the others are!!!”

tagline 元・普通科の星心操人使‼︎ もと・ふつうかのほししんそうひとし‼︎ moto・futsuu-ka no hoshi Shinsou Hitoshi!! Former general studies star Shinsou Hitoshi!!!