#father's dead hand in shigaraki's

[kaiya-player2]

Yes, I do have a type.

Masked murderers with blue hair.

When I say they can barge into my room and-

[dabislittlemouse]

“You’ll never be alone again.” + Yandere!Shigaraki please (straight up destroy my sanity)

“𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏…”

yandere!Shigaraki x reader (MDNI, kidnapping, Shigaraki being a creep)

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Everything was blurry as you struggled to open your eyes. Your head felt heavy, making you wince and hiss as your whole body shivered. The room was not entirely warm, goosebumps forming all over your skin. Every inch of your body hurt, your head was pounding. Where am I?, you thought, have I died?

Memories had faded away for a second, you stayed there in silence, trying to move your body forward, deciding to answer the questions in your mind later. Though, you could not move. It didn’t take long for you to realize that your arms were tied behind your back, your body pressed against a cold metal pipe as chains were holding you, wrapped around your waist. You could feel them wrapped so tightly, pressed against your skin. Dread settled deep in your gut as you realised that you were completely tied up, and something heavy rested on your face, blocking your view. Breath hitched on your throat and panic set in, the heavy object in your face not falling down no matter how much you shook your head from left to right.

Your frightened whines and squeals were interrupted by the squeak of a wooden door opening, followed by slow footsteps. You froze, the object in your face not allowing you to see at all , simply increasing the fear inside of you.

“Well, well..” a deep raspy voice echoed through the empty room, footsteps getting closer. “Seems like you’re awake little one..”

You could recognise that voice, the one that had been haunting you for all these months, to the point it appeared in your nightmares. You remembered the famous silver haired villain that you barely escaped from when your campus was under a villain attack. That’s when Tomura Shigaraki noticed you for the first time, struggling to escape, and his breath hitched. You captivated him entirely, it was like he found a new purpose in life when he saw you. He took in your sight, your pretty face that had his cold dead heart suddenly beating. He knew he’d make you his the moment he laid eyes on you.

Just like he’d learned from his Master, destroy everything that you hate, that pisses you off.

And get whatever else you want. It’s all yours.

“W-Where am I?” you said, voice shaking in fear as you felt his presence near you now. Shigaraki reached to remove whatever had covered your face and blocking your sight. Your eyes widened when you noticed what it was: a hand. It was familiar, one of the hands that the villain was easily recognisable and known for, the ones that he kept all over his body and his own face too. And now it was on yours. You felt nauseous, tears falling down your cheeks as you grimaced in disgust.

“Home” he replied, followed by a mischievous grin as he put the heavy hand on his own face. “This is Father by the way, I don’t just give him to anyone..”

You didn’t know what he meant by ‘Father’, nor did you want to know. Maybe for your own sanity it was better to not know too much. Those bloody red eyes of his flared in excitement, something ominous lingering on them too, making you feel small. Your body was naked and exposed in front of him, making you feel weak and defenseless in front of the nightmarish villain. Lowering your gaze over your naked body you noticed another pair of his hands pressed on both of your tits, holding them as if they were a pair of bras that fit you perfectly well. Your eyes widened in terror, you started squirming and hyperventilating, knowing too well where this all could lead to.

“P-please don’t hurt me! Please let me go, I s-swear I haven’t done anything wro-"

“I know you haven’t” he interrupted you, his hand reaching to wipe off your tears. “That’s not what you’re here for.. and don’t worry, you won’t turn to dust unless all my five bare fingers touch you”

Tomura noticed the way you flinched, remembering his terrifying quirk.

“And it’d be a real shame to turn a pretty thing like you into dust anyway” he chuckled. Your vulnerability in this moment made it hard for him to not pounce at you right there and then. The way your glossy eyes full of fear and anxiety stared back at him, the way your naked body and delicate flesh decorated with nothing but sweat, dirt and your natural body odor that made him hungrier. And those perfectly shaped tits that fit so well with the palms he’d put on them, the sight made his pants tighten.

“What do you want from me?” you whispered, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the way he was gazing on your figure.

“What do I want from you?” he repeated the question. “Let’s just say.. everything”

He got closer, placing his cold hands on your knees while you whimpered, then going up and caressing both of your bare thighs.

“I want this.. all of this” he growled, his fingers digging at the plush of your thighs and then reaching for your hips and belly. Your mouth fell open but the scream was caught in your throat, the way he was touching your body with those filthy hands of his made you feel beyond defiled.

“A weak little thing like you, living your boring little life, unaware of the dangers out there. Thinking you’re so safe because the righteous heroes are always there to save you. But where are they now?”

Your lip trembled, more tears flowed as you looked at those crimson eyes that pierced right through your soul. His hand gripped your chin harshly when you weren’t answering.

“Where. Are. They. Now?” he repeated the question slowly, sternly. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“N-Nowhere” you whispered, your forehead already covered in sweat.

“Exactly” Tomura grinned. “Nowhere. At the end of the day, you are always alone, aren’t you? Oh, I have watched you yes, my eyes haven’t left you for once as you continued on with your silly daily tasks. The way you were at risk of getting hurt many times because you just love to walk at night with those short sundresses don’t you? Walking around campus without a care in the world. Not noticing the way those filthy men stare at you, following after you. Not knowing the things they could’ve done to you”

He was now mere inches away from your face, his warm breath hitting you. His mind went back to when he asked for Skeptic’s help to install secret cameras all over your house, your way to work, your way to school, your favorite places to eat, and he’d watch every single move of yours through the computer’s monitors if he wasn’t able to be near you.

“But I did. I noticed all of them filthy bastards who stared too long at what’s mine, and I made sure each of them didn’t live to see the other day. All dust”

At what’s mine.

He grabbed a small wooden object nearby with five of his fingers, immediately disintegrating it to emphasise what he was saying. You listened to him, eyes wide in shock at the realisation that he has killed so many people. That your missing male classmates who never showed up the other day, they were in fact dead, all dust, nothing was left of them.

Tomura grabbed one of the hands that was placed on your tits, bringing it closer between your legs.

“N-No please” you gasped, feeling the coldness of that dead hand reaching towards your folds.

“Don’t you worry sweet thing, now I’m here” he said softly, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck and biting ever so slightly, the hand between your legs pressing against your bare cunt. Some of its fingers teasing your entrance.

“You’ll never be alone again. You’re mine forever”

[codenamesazanka]

because like, Tenko, age 5, wanted to be a Hero and the reason he gave for it was "there were these two kids who was being excluded by the others, but I was nice and became their friend," making the very core of that desire kindness. A sense of fairness, a refusal of rejection even if everyone else was doing it; then the willingness to reach out, to bring them them into his fold. Connection. Friendship. Belongingness.

And see, Tenko himself understood rejection, for he was rejected by his own family - gently, he notes, the house my father built rejected me gently - but it was denial all the same, it decayed him from the inside out; then he understood it to a level that shattered him, when an entire city of people ignored him at his most desperate and vulnerable. Saw him, and decided he wasn't worth helping. A city of people who lived under All Might billboards and touted Heroes as the pillars of their society, who expected, demanded help and saving from Heroes, and yet turned around and did not feel the need to embody those ideals themselves, never even thought to pay it back or forward. The common trash, all too dependent on being protected. And the Heroes themselves? Brave guardians who created the trash that need coddling. They uphold all this. Whatever they believe, whatever genuine and high ideals individual Heroes hold, they have relinquished it to safeguard the system. A corrupt, vicious cycle.

(Even now, Heroes see him and—what happens is this: Possession by All For One has them musing strategically that they rather deal with All For One than Shigaraki; the arena to battle him in is called his Coffin In The Sky. Those jerks who hurt me over and over, he calls the Heroes he fought - and he tells this point blank to Deku. And above all, Heroes would give their lives to save a corpse - already broken and gone, I already destroyed that one - in midst of an urgent war, when years ago on a normal day, they never showed up to reach out a helping hand to a child looking to live on after the end of everything he knew. The dead have their place among the Heroes; but not all of the living. Do they even consider him as part of their world? Not like anybody would even look at me.)

Tenko can't forgive them; Shigaraki won't forgive them.

And these two things are what make up his origin, feeding into each other. It's because he values connections, friendship, belonging, that he refuses to forgive - everything I've witness in this world, lead to the existence of that house...this whole system you've built has always rejected me...Now I'm ready to reject it…; and because he refuses to forgive, he wants to destroy the world to create one where there's nothing but the one enclave of solidarity and belonging he founded - the League of Villains. The future? Unnecessary. Whatever lies ahead, I want them to live how they see fit.

That unforgiving valuation of connection and belonging, though, is also directed at himself. After all, Shigaraki himself rejects the world, rejects having a place in it. It’s not allowed to be part of what comes after his horizon. He does not believe in futures. He killed his family and destroyed any chance of reconciliation. He’s committed atrocities that put a chasm between him and the rest of humanity. Now he rejects being human at all. Shigaraki believes the rejection to be complete both ways, and belongingness to be mutually exclusive. Understanding is no longer on the table. It’s him vs the world; it’s the League vs everyone else; it’s I don’t care if you don’t understand… That’s why we’re Heroes and Villains.

To stop Shigaraki is to save him; and to save him, the key is exactly that origin, the two things most important to him, but remade: forgiveness, and reconnection.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

I-incorporating self care into Shiggy’s rules in your dom/sub dynamic 😵‍💫

It was no secret that Shigaraki had no concept of self care. Most of his waking moments were spent at the cruddy bar, often nursing neat whiskey or scotch with the ashes of dead heroes and civilians caked into his clothes. And, of course, the one thing that bothers you most; those damned nails writhing into his neck.

The sound was disgusting; layers of flesh being irately torn away by misdirected frustrations. Thick lines of crimson blood and scab contrasted harshly against his milky, skinny neck. You hated the tiny thin spider webs of blood that trickled down his wrinkles, embedding themselves deep into his skin.

As his dominant, you warned him about the consequences of him scratching his neck. You would give him a warning; then a verbal and then he would be subjected to whichever punishment you saw fit. You knew it would be difficult for him to stop; it was his addiction. It was the only way for him to cease the horrible itch inside him to kill, even if his master greatly encouraged him to do as he wanted. You needed him to take care of himself, even if if meant putting yourself at risk of his childish tantrums.

The faint glow of the bar lights was a sharp contrast to the scene inside. Dabi was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, passing comments about your submissive. The stapled man was bored, and he knew the best way to entertain himself was to stick himself in his boss’s sex life.

“Well damn, handjob. Who knew it took taking it up the ass to get you to shut up for a bit,” he smirked slyly, staples clinking at the action. Shigaraki glowered through Father.

“Shut it, patchwork. At least I get bitches and don’t stink like burnt flesh,” he bit back, hand slowly tightening around his glass. Dabi let out a dry laugh.

“Seems like you’re the only bitch here. What a waste; (Y/N) is far too sexy to be hanging out with a freak like you. I bet if I ask them nicely I can get some playtime,” he grinned, deeply enjoying pissing his boss off.

“You shut your fucking mouth now, and don’t talk about them like that,” he growled protectively. You were All For One’s gift to him; someone to keep him satiated and relaxed whilst AFO could teach him dirty tricks. Although you were a distraction for the young boss, you weren’t a big a distraction to cause trouble or throw a wrench into their plans.

Your rules caused pain and pleasure; AFO’s rules caused progress.

“Heh, I haven’t seen you so emotionally attached to someone, apart from that UA brat you keep tryna kill. I’m bored now anyway, enjoy your cock cage and leather harnesses,” Dabi waved his hand dully, walking away before Shigaraki could at least destroy his new coat.

Shigaraki was seething on the other hand. His chest raised and fell quickly, causing Kurogiri to look at him with slight confusion.

“Stupid fucking patchwork, talking about Mama like that. If he wasn’t integral to my plan, I would fucking kill him!” He glowered, eyes widening in his rage. The whisky glass disintegrated in his hand as he brought his hand up to his neck. It felt like his neck was burning; surely a single scratch would suffice? The thought of a punishment lingered heavily in his mind. He already had his warning, and his verbal. But you weren’t here, just one teeny scratch. Just to make the itching stop…

Kurogiri could only look away; he knew of your relationship and what time you would be back from your mission. It was up to his young boss to follow your rules.

Twenty minutes later and Shigaraki felt better. One teeny scratch turned into two… then 5… then the next thing he knew, he was writhing into his skin like he had fleas. He hadn’t scratched in so long; and now he felt like crying after his Mama’s hard work was ruined.

“Are you alright, young Tomura? Do you need your neck wrapping up?” He questioned, indicating to the blood dripping down his collarbones.

“Yes Tomura, do you?” Your voice cut through the atmosphere as Shigaraki’s head snapped to your frame in the door.

“M-mama, I-,” he starts, already trying to correct his mistake.

“Don’t. Go to the bedroom. Now. I need to speak with Kurogiri for a minute,” you replied coldly. Tomura whimpered, slowly leaving the bar stool and walking to his bedroom. Fuck, he was scared.

You entered the bedroom about 15 minutes later, ignoring Tomura as he perched anxiously on the end of the bed.

“Mama I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whimpered, trying to tug the sleeve of your shirt. You looked at him with a malicious glare.

“How many times have I warned you about scratching, Tenko?” You asked coldly, grabbing hold of his wrist. His heart beat was elevated, thudding in his ears. His cock was twitching in his trousers, itching to be free.

“T-three times,” he mumbled embarrassedly, milky cheeks growing hot.

“Speak up, boy. Tell me how many times I warned you,” you demanded. Tenko looked you in the eye as he felt embarrassment wrap around his throat.

“Three times, mama,” he whimpered. You let go of his wrist before bending down to his face level.

“And do you remember what would happen if I told you a third time, baby boy?” You asked him, voice deadly quiet and yet Tenko could only hear your dominance.

“I would be punished,” he said nervously. You stood up before extending your hand out. Tenko looked at you before extending his back. Your hand wrapped around his, soft but firm at the same time. You led him to the bathroom, where you opened the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit.

“Sit on the toilet, brat,” you demanded. Tenko whined at the nickname, before shutting up at your harsh glare. He complied quickly, heart still beating quickly.

Red eyes traced your movements as you found the expensive creams, lotions and bandages to fix your baby boy up. Tenko hissed as the disinfectant burned his neck, before silencing himself at your pointed glare. The cotton pad tickled his Adams apple, eyes trained to the ceiling at your feather light touch.

“You have such a beautiful neck, Tenko. It hurts me so much to see you ruin it, because then I can’t mark you as my own. You end up hurting yourself, and put yourself at risk of infection. I knew you wouldn’t stop, so I’ve bought some special toys to hopefully get the message through,” you turned away to wrap a bandage around Tenko’s neck, feeling him gulp around the gauze.

“I warned you, baby. I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me yet again,” you scolded, holding out a pair of nail clippers and a file.

“It was Dabi, he kept on saying stupid things and pissing me off!” Tenko tried to defend himself as you glared at him.

“Tattle-tailing? Really? You’re having this punishment, brat. Understand?”

“Yes mama,” he whimpered as you took hold of his hand. You worked your magic, clipping the longer nails, smoothing and buffing them to just below the skin. You continued on the other hand, touch feather light but still grounding enough for Tenko.

A slightly cold cream was placed on his hands, making him shiver at the texture. You massaged it in expertly, before commanding him to stay seated. Tenko looked at you with slightly fearful eyes. Sensing his fear, you sighed before cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead.

“I love you very much, Tenko. But, you disobeyed my rules and you must repent. Do you understand me, sweet pea?” You asked him, silently asking for consent. Tenko smoothed out at the affection, wrapping his arms around your midriff.

“I understand mama, I’m sorry,” he murmured into your tummy. You kissed his slightly perspired blue locks as you tap him to release you. You quickly trotted out the bedroom before coming back with a new box and his artists gloves.

“Put your gloves on baby, I can’t have you breaking our new toy,” you purred, a sly grin on your face. Tenko complied easily as you opened the box.

Inside there was a set of black mittens, thick and bulky. Tenko’s face immediately went a bright pink. Next to it lay a thick black collar, a soft black trim on the inside and a loop with a tag on it.

“Now, give me your hands sweetness,” you said, holding a mitten as he extended his hand. You slipped the mitten on, a small shiver going down Tenko’s spine.

“Good boy. And the other,” you rubbed his hand encouragingly. Tenko did so easily, feeling weirded out by the feeling of the mittens on his hands. The thick buckle was tight around his wrist, not so that he would lose circulation but there was no way he would be able to shake them off.

“What’s your colour, sweetpea?” You asked him gently. Tenko thought for a minute.

“Green, mama,” he mumbled shyly. He looked at the collar. Your eyes followed his as you showed him the name of the tag, his cock twitching at the name.

“Mama’s little whore. Fitting, right?” You giggled sultrily. Tenko’s boxers were becoming more and more snug by the second, pre staining his underwear. He fought a whine as you rubbed your thumbs over the protective gauze on his neck.

“If you can’t be a big boy and stop by yourself, you’ll have to do it my way.”

“P-please stop! Mama, it hurts!” Tenko sobbed as you continued spanking his ass. Mittened hands were rendered useless as you had them cuffed behind his back.

“No, that’s not what I asked. How many times have I spanked you?” You hummed as you pulled his hair back to look at him properly.

“F-forgot mama, I’m sorry,” he pathetically snivelled, leaky cock rutting against your legs. His brain was slowly melting into total mush.

“We were at 50, brat, now we have to start again,” you growled into his ear, carmine eyes widening as he struggled in your arms.

“Mama, no please! Hurts, anything else,” he sobbed, mittened hand squirming. Touch was a major part of his sexual preferences; it grounded him and soothed him.

“Such a whiny little slut, aren’t you? Can’t handle the consequences of your actions? Fine then, I know other ways to deal with brats,” you grunted, squeezing and slapping the flesh of Shigaraki’s ass once more.

Tenko’s muffled sobs echoed throughout the room as the steady rhythms of the fuck machine grazed against his G-spot. His cock was spent; 8 orgasms later and the boy was a babbling lunatic.

His mouth was stretched around his black ball gag, garnet eyes crossed and rolled to the back of his head. His nipples were hardened and red from your teasing. Each orgasm, he fought to hold your hand but let out sobs each time his knuckle grazed against the mittens.

“I told you, baby. Don’t scratch your neck.”

[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.

[marsssbarrrr]

League of Villians Boys x All-Mights Daughter Reader Headcannons

yes i thought of these while rewatching season 6 shhhhh

SEASON 6 SPOILERS

Shigaraki

the two of you absolutely met while he was trying to kill you

he showed up at your apartment in the middle of the night and had you against the wall, four fingers on your face

you caught him off-guard when you smiled

“do it.”

“excuse me?”

“you heard me. do it. got nothing left to live for anyways.”

he just kinda recruited you after that

you’re quirkless but you’re good with all that techy shit

you’re able to hack into UA’s defenses and get them info that wouldn’t be available to them otherwise

he just kinda falls for you at some point

and you always kinda liked him

things move pretty slow, but he’s very possessive

you don’t realize this until about a month in

you were walking late at night when a group of guys tried to jump you

he was watching you and dusted them before you could even get a word in

bottom line, he loves you and he would do anything if it means protecting you from scumbags and heroes

anything.

Dabi

you met when you were kids

your dad was unintentionally neglectful, and he’d dragged you to some hero convention

endeavor dragged touya too

you were roughly 16, he was 17

you snuck off with him onto some secluded balcony to smoke some weed and you both just sat there

maybe you vented to each other, maybe you sat in silence

one thing stays the same though: neither of you were your father’s successors anymore, neither of you the star pupils

when he went missing, you really didn’t think anything of it. you weren’t close, but you still hoped he’d be okay

you met again years later, 21 and 22

a league member and the number one hero’s daughter

he found you in a subway, you were on your way home from a college class

when you got together, he kept you secret from the league

toga could absolutely tell something was up though

the league ended up on the run after a while, touya was always out trying to recruit people

that’s what the league thought anyway

in reality, he spent a majority of his time with you

after a while, after all for one took over shigaraki’s body, you touya didn’t visit anymore

you you found them during spinner’s very moving speech

everyone’s heads whipped toward you.

shit, all might’s daughter. they were screwed

“what’re you doing here, doll face?”

“making sure you aren’t dead.”

everyone was mildly confused and felt a little betrayed at first

eventually, they accepted you

but only after you killed that eavesdropping hero

dabi isn’t exactly possessive, per say

he just wants you safe

he knows what it’s like to have someone be overbearing, after all

he loves you, you love him

secretly, he loves that he corrupted the former number one hero’s daughter

what a slap in the face to society, right?

Compress

he saved your ass from being mugged

absolutely he did you can’t change my mind

you admired him for a while after that

your dad was confused when you became more closed off, but he didn’t really have the time to worry

he was more focused on deku. always was

neglectful parents, am i right?

compress saw how much it hurt and comforted you

you left to join the league and be with him

they accepted you with open arms

compress is all about PDA

he holds your hand, hugs you, peppers your face with kisses

when bakugo was kidnapped, he yelled at you specifically

how the hell could the number one hero’s daughter betray society like that?

compress held you that night

he’s just so doting

he steals you expensive things, usually jewelry

he just wants his princess to have everything she deserves

one night, up on the roof of that run-down shack the league was holed up in, i press found you

“what’s wrong, love?”

“…my dad. he reached out.”

you’d been gone for months

he’d only just realized you were gone

what a stand-up father.

compress sat beside you all night up on that roof

he just wants his girl to be alright

Spinner

you were the first person to look at him like he was just any other person

because of his past, that hit him hard

he was hooked fast

you weren’t willing to leave and join the league

but you bonded over your fondness for stain’s ideology

you’d both experienced first-hand how fucked society was, after all

he’s not big on pda, but in private?

he’s all over you

he hugs you from behind while you’re cooking, holds you close to him while watching things on the tv

“that smells amazing, hon.”

“i know, it’s your favorite.”

you love the shit out of him

you hold him when he’s going through touch shit, and he does the same

it hit you hard when he stopped coming around

they were on the run, not much you could do about that

still hurt, though

he somehow still finds the time to leave you gifts and notes while you’re sleeping

he can never bring himself to wake you

after all this time, even after being evacuated to UA, you still love the stupid fucker

no matter how much time you spend apart

[sugoi-and-spice]

Ask of me debauchery....

...and you shall fucking receive.

Step by Step: A Gecko’s Guide to Becoming a Really Bad Person

Part One

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI!!!

Summary: In which, Bully!Reader manipulates Step-Bro!Spinner sexually in increasingly demeaning ways. And eventually, he asks his good ol’ pal Tomura Shigaraki for help.

CW:  Step-brother, Dub-Con, Blackmail, Bullying, Mean Reader, Male Masturbation, Oral Sex, Spinner has two dicks, Step-cest, Monster-fucking, AU - No League of Villains

A/N: I predict people are gonna be maaaaaad about this one and I'm all for it lol

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[excerpt]

Her step-brother, Shuichi Iguchi, was a fucking loser. She knew it from the moment she saw him. And not in a prejudiced way or anything, it wasn’t because he was a heteromorph. After all, she has plenty of heteromorph friends (none quite as extreme as him, but still!)

No, it was all the other things she noticed about him when he walked into the family restaurant with his Dad the first day they met. The way he carried himself, slouching and fidgeting endlessly, unable to decide if he should cross his arms, put them in his pockets, or keep them at his side. The way he dressed, a ridiculously faded crewneck, baggy cargo pants, and a freebie League of Legends snapback that only served to further curtain his greasy long hair in his face. When she actually managed to grab a glimpse of his eyes through the locks, it was only for a second, and they were constantly shifting, dropping, unspeakably nervous.

Even in a casual setting, he looked completely out of place. He practically jumped anytime anyone asked him the most basic of questions like “how’s school”, “what do you want to drink”, “can you pass the soy sauce”. It was like he’d just been dragged out of his bedroom for the first time in five years — and she wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case.

She also wouldn’t have been surprised if this was the first time he’d ever been this close to a girl before, as he always looked especially panicked anytime he realized she was glancing at him, so she didn’t even really bother trying to talk to him that night, focussing instead on getting to know he future step-father — who seemed like an overall decent guy.

At the very least, Iguchi seemed to understand his status well. When she entered high school — the same one as him — he didn’t try to walk with her to or from school, didn’t try and talk to her, basically pretended like they didn’t even know each other, which she appreciated. She would’ve hated to have to be a bitch and tell him to get lost in front of all her new high school friends and potentially be reprimanded by her Mom to prove a point (of course, she would’ve if she had to).

Yes, her new step-brother was a fucking loser, someone she wouldn’t be caught dead talking to, let alone spending any meaningful time with in public. 

And yet somehow, she was completely infatuated with him.

She loved the way his skin looked, the different viridescent shades it took on depending on what angle or lighting she saw it in. She loved even more the way it felt, the times when his hands brushed against hers when he handed her a bowl or she bumped shoulders with him, cool and impossibly smooth with a texture so different from her own. She’d wanted to run her hand across every inch of it, to feel every difference. Just imagining it pressing and rubbing all across her own body had her gasping into her pillow for hours.

She didn’t know how the fuck it happened. It would’ve been great if she did, because maybe she could make it unhappen then. But nope, the harder she tried to understand it, the further away the answer seemed to get.

Maybe it was because he was so different from her or anyone else she would ever actually consider dating. Had their parents not gotten married, she never would’ve let herself give Iguchi the time of day. But within the walls of this family home, she was able to enjoy and explore him to her heart’s content. She was inquisitive by nature. Her friends called it sadistic, but she saw it as just wanting to see how far she could take things. And the desire to do so to Shuichi Iguchi was no different. He was so sweet and so shy, so eager to please or be invisible to everyone around him.

She wanted to see where that ended, what exact buttons she could press to get him to actually snap at her.

It started with little things at first, innocent things. Asking him to do her chores, her homework, even her shopping, yet he could never say no to her. Not even when she asked him to go buy her a set of lacy lingerie she was wanting. He actually fucking did it — handing the little pink boutique bag out to her without looking her in the eye, his skin flushed all the way down to his neck. Oh, she knew then that he was going to be fun . 

That with him, she could really get… creative.

Flirting with him shamelessly, hanging out on his bed in nothing but a pair of panties and a tank top she’d stolen from him while he played video games, throwing her legs over his lap during family movie nights, pretending she didn’t notice how warm and fidgety it made him while she continued to move her calves back and forth across his crotch.

There came a point when she thought that maybe the guy was just unbreakable, that he really didn’t have a single impure thought about her in his head and that this wasn’t a game, but just an infuriating (not to mention insulting ) exercise in futility. 

But then, late one night, through the thin wall they shared, she heard it. The sound of flesh against flesh, muffled grunts.

Her name, breathy but distinctive, on his tongue. 

Shuichi Iguchi, her dear, perfectly behaved, and endlessly timid older step-brother, was in his bed, jacking off. 

Imagining her .

And it wasn’t a one time incident either. She listened closely in the following days, and discovered that it was a nightly occurrence, that she was a nightly occurrence to him. And it wasn’t long before she joined him in his fantasizing, spending night after night pressed as close into the wall as she could get, imagining that that stupid piece of plaster dividing their beds was gone, as she fingered herself to sleep.

It should’ve gotten easier after that, she should’ve been able to extend her patience knowing that it was an actual possibility now. But if anything, it made the burn within her even worse, knowing that it was so close yet so far out of reach. She didn’t just want this, she fucking needed this. But it’s not like she could let him know that. She couldn’t let him think that she wanted it, that she wanted him . She needed it to seem like mercy. 

She needed to have the upperhand.

So, she started setting traps. Things she could use against him, to get him into the palm of her hand, a place where he didn’t say no just because he didn’t want to say no, but so that he couldn’t say no. She asked him to get things from her room and left sex toys out, wore skimpier and skimpier outfits that she could catch him staring at her in, left her phone out so that he could read her lewd messages to other boys at school. 

Yet still, nothing.

Iguchi didn’t step a single clawed toe out of line outside of the four walls of his bedroom. He was the perfectly polite older brother that she knew and hated to love.

It wasn’t until she wasn’t even trying to trap him that he finally took the bait. 

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[satancopilotsmytardis]

*crossing my fingers and muttering. Please don't already be asked, please don't already be asked*

Steampunk?

I'm gonna be honest, I don't know much about steampunk as a genre, I just know it as an aesthetic with a lot of gears and a vaguely Victorian vibe, so I'm doing what I can. Who wants a sort of clockwork Frankenstein story? No one? Too bad, you're getting one anyway.

So Shigaraki was adopted by a man who was particularly skilled at making very life-like clockwork creatures and people, ones that could do nearly any task needed. They may be made out of dead people but shhh, no one has to know about that, it's fine, I promise.

He's started making a name for himself as well, trying to make these creations, but when he gets the latest corpse in to do his work, he cuts a couple of corners. I mean, the body was so badly damaged from the fire that killed it that he assumed he wouldn't need to take out the entire throat to get started. But when the clockwork doll asks him what happened, he knows he fucked up because his father taught him to never let them talk. Take out their voices, get their bodies working, and then when they are all functional, they turn on the last clockwork cog in their mind and it would essentially lobotomize them, making them perfect. But talking to the creatures is a bad idea. They could convince him they're still human.

He tells the clockwork that he died and that he won't remember that, won't remember anything as soon as his work is finished, and being pretty sharp, Dabi connects the dots about the other clockworks. But he... doesn't rage or try to fight back. He just asks if he'll actually make sure that he's useful this time around, make sure that he's worth something since he wasn't while he was alive. Tomura is kind of taken aback at that request but promises him that he will make him perfect, and Dabi sighs and waits to be switched off. Shigaraki does power him down for the night, but he doesn't take out his voice box. He has weeks left of work to do and he... is curious what could make a person think that this is their salvation.

Tomura continues to work on Dabi, given that name because he was burned badly and that's what Tomura had been calling this clockwork before he woke. Dabi thinks that name is just fine and does ask for little things as he's made, not concessions, not a reprieve, he just asks if the porcelain that will be used for his face can be half metal because he saw a clockwork like that once and thought it was pretty. He asks if the wig he eventually gets can be black, if the lights in his eyes, when they are replaced with the final ones, can be blue like they used to be. He understands that when he's finished, he won't really know why he wanted to look like this, he won't want anything but orders ever again. But he's never had much in his life, and if he's marching towards death for a second time, maybe the gentle hands easing his way there will give him these small gifts.

Shigaraki knows he never should have left him able to speak because he finds himself making Dabi's body more and more complicated, more intricate. More panels, finer gears, more, and more, and more life-like, and the process goes from something he can complete in a two-three months, to a project he works on nearly constantly in his free time for over a year. He adores Dabi, he loves him. And the day that he finishes him, he's perfect, the greatest creation he's ever made, and he tells Dabi he's finished. Dabi's confused because he's still present, his mind is intact. Shigaraki tells him he knows, he removed the gears that would have destroyed his mind. He will be able to function for, well at least two centuries before his parts start to wear out. He gives him a small case with some clothes and some money so that he can leave and he goes to ready himself for bed. He fully expects Dabi to have been playing a long con with him and that he will wake to the clockwork's hands around his neck, or to an empty workshop. Instead, he wakes to Dabi climbing into his bed with him asking to see just how life-like all of the parts he made really are.

(bonus) they may spend another year or two developing some additional silicone parts that can be swapped in and out of Dabi's body when he's in the mood for other things

(bonus bonus) Shigaraki teaches Dabi everything he knows about the clockwork necromancy and Dabi practices for nine years before Shigaraki poisons himself and Dabi puts him back together so that they can live together forever.

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Midnight comfort

Night swept over the forest as the new family quietly slept peacefully in their den. You on the other hand, didn’t sleep. You longed to return to your old home and bed, you missed living like a human.

The venom laced breath of Shigaraki and the ever tightening grip of his coils just made you long for home even more. The naga sleeping next to you scared you, he obviously had a penchant for blood and cruelty.

No amount of coos or honey coated words could soothe your anxiety, it didn’t help he hated your brother.

Often spitting his name with such venom and utter hatred, lashing his tail with utmost contempt for Izuku’s mere existence.

You weakly sniffled as your shut your eyes, tears sting your vision. Was Izuku looking for you?

Did he give up and just accept that you’re dead? Your mind swirls at the possibilities and ideas that dreadful idea. You were snapped out of your thoughts by a loud harpy caw and the sound of a tail slithering across the stone floor. Ah, Dabi was finally home.

Unlike Shigaraki, Dabi preferred hunting at night. You could hear him drop something in the corner of the cave, it probably was a deer or something. He muttered something about a harpy before turning his attention to you, you froze but he gave a raspy chuckle.

“Hey kid, what are you doing awake?” He said. Dabi loomed over you before climbing into the nest with you and a slumbering Shigaraki. “Ya know that papa doesn’t like you staying up.” He mused, you grumbled as Dabi pulled you into a cuddle like position.

Izuku often cuddled you after having nightmares or if you heard a harpy call.

You couldn’t help but let out a little sniffle as Dabi ran a hand through your hair. “It’s okay squeakers, just relax and let me take care of you.” He purred lowly. You reluctantly snuggled into his embrace as he softly breathed.

“Me and papa were talking, we thought of moving farther into the woods. We’ll get a much bigger place and be farther away from those pesky ass hunters.” Dabi informed. That red winged harpy was a treasure trove of information and was easy to pay.

You stiffened before speaking up. “W-what about my brother?” Dabi narrowed his eyes before giving a soft hissing noise.

“Tsk, don’t you worry about him. If he actually cared, he would’ve found ya already.” He sneered.

“Besides, what kinda family member would let their defenseless sibling go out all alone? A harpy could’ve found ya, other bloodthirsty nagas, think about it kid.” You frowned before Dabi kissed your forehead.

“But don’t worry sweet thing, me and papa will make sure you’re safe and sound. It’s what fathers do after all.”

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[cybercl0ne]

PLEASE PART 6 OF “Falling For a Dead Rose” OF THE SHIGARAKI FIC! I LOVE IT SO MUCH I NEED ANOTHER PARTT ❤️❤️❤️

I'm so glad to hear you enjoy it! I hope this part is another one you can enjoy. <3

Summary: Shigaraki gives you back your quirk with ground rules, sort of allowing himself to grow closer to you.

TW: Degrading (Not good kind), murder, mentions of abuse, heavy mentions of blood, smut 18+, Somnophillia

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As you studied Shigaraki more and more you learned that the man is a workaholic. He'd spend more nights downstairs with you, mixing unknown substances with dead or living creatures and leave in the crack of early mornings. You would shrug it off but knowing that he was so close to where you sleep kept you up at night. Before you could hear when he wandered down to you, but now that he was with you, or in the room closest to you with syringes, it caused your mind to wander with the sink and demented possibilities he'd act on.

With the bark of the stubborn cellar door down came Shigaraki for his timely "inspections". But when he came and jerked you with your arm to one of the seats where his subjects would sit and get experimented on you squirmed. "S-Shigaraki think about this please..." You begged into tiny whispers.

"Shut it." He demanded. You noticed the cold act he was giving you like when you both first met, and it scared you to say the least. Not knowing when this man would switch his emotions for any reason could cause problems for you getting out.

You wriggled, trying to find anything you could use to act as self-defense but when you found nothing in reach it was too late as Shigaraki tightened the tattered, worn-out restraints. "Shigra-" "Listen to me and listen good." He warned, Closing in on the minimal space between you two.

"I'm gonna give you back what I stole from you on ONE condition."

"You work for the League of Villains." He proposed. You sat frozen, questioning.

"What if I deny this..." You poked. You didn't know if you wanted your quirk back. You found that life without a quirk left you feeling lighter. You found it sort of relaxing in a demented way. Your quirk was really the only thing tying you to your father who may or may not be dead. But knowing Shigaraki, he'd probably completely disregard your feelings about the matter and give you an ultimatum anyway.

"Well, I'm sure your father would be very disappointed to hear that. And you wouldn't want to disappoint him, would you?" He slyly added before motioning a hand to the cellar door.

Your attention flew to the unhatched door, nerved and not at all curious as to who was the invited guest.

"Y/n?.." A familiar broad voice boomed. Your eyes flew wide as the man you thought was dead, trampled down the stairs with a sinister smile. Shigaraki slicked behind you as your father made empty space, surrounding you.

"tsk, tsk, tsk." He bantered.

"Y/n... Of all the years I spent raising you to be my best creation you end up tied to a chair inside some cellar, a S-Rank skank to the enemy." He pitied.

"F-father..?" you gasp out. You felt your chest heaving as the room went dizzy. All you could see was the image of your looming father, walking towards you.

"Use it." Shigaraki whispered behind you. His voice lingering around you as you saw his text flying around your skull. You didn't fail to notice the ongoing headache you developed due to the stress.

"S-Stop!" You yelped. You didn't really know who you were aiming the order at but both men had your attention as your father stopped the clacking of his favorite shoes, he'd use to stomp his victims head into the ground.

His eyes flared of raging heat as he grunted.

"You think you have dominion now that you're not in my possession?! I own you! I created you Y/n!" Your father monologued. You went blank as you reoccurred the endless amounts or torture you endured trying to get his approval. Trying to earn his love, love a father would have naturally for their children. You remember dreaming of the day your father would look at you and show you the affection you craved as a child.

You were sent back to reality as a red searing slap made its way across your face.

"Answer me!" He repeated as he crossed your face with marks of rage. You balled your fist, fighting the tingling sensation of death.

You broke the tension of holding back as you flung your hand up, breaking the leather restraint and instead aiming at your "father" whose eyes struck instant fear.

His body flung back as you felt your power surge back into your body. You instantly felt the shock and heavy feeling of the newly gained power.

"You don't have power over me anymore you money hungry pig." You barked at him. He tried to reach for you, as he was slowly being choked by the ongoing force of your hold. Your hand tightened against the force, making the hold on that man harder.

Shigaraki could do nothing but share a grin that you grew to find comforting in the moment. "I think you taught me something valuable father, keep your friends close but your enemies closer." You played as you forcefully dragged him closer.

You bored your eyes into him, seeing the life in his eyes fleeting, but you wanted it to last, like the endless nights in fear and restraint he'd have you in.

"Are there any last words father?" You blankly added. His eyes grew big as he choked up and pleaded for life. "Y-Y/N I AM YOUR FATHER!" He barked as you let your other hand free.

With a swift you swung open the cabinets of syringes that Shigaraki locked up tight and summoned them behind you.

"That's a bad choice of last words father." You teased, flashing him a sinister smile as you swung your hand forward towards him, causing the syringes to fly in a flash towards your helpless father.

You yelled in agony as you used all your might to make sure he could feel every prick of needles engraving into his flesh. He rumbled the room with his screams. Screams that you had never thought was possible with your father.

You felt yourself losing consistency as your world started fading slightly, but you were determined to see this through to the end. You let out a raspy chuckled as you saw your father fall limp, both of his eyes unreadable as syringes replaced them. Blood splattered the floor as you held him suspended in the air.

A sudden clap orcastrated the room as Shigaraki made his way to the center of the bloodied room. "Wow, you realllllllly put your point across." He slyly slid in a pun. You ignored it, only finding your grasp becoming weaker and your vision fading slowly. You let go of your forceful grip and listened as your father's dead body fell to the ground with a disgusting splat.

"Don't worry you can take a quick nap, you'll need all the energy you can get once you wake up." He spoke as he watched your eyes became droopy and sagged with sleep.

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You shot up in a cold sweat, the memories of what horrors you committed catching up with you. As you reveled in your actions you noticed how your feet were no longer chained to the cold, rusted chain it always was.

"S-shigaraki?..."

slicence.

You don't know why you found yourself calling out to him but you didn't get a reply anyway. You decided to get up and look for some form of life in the trapped cellar. When your soft footsteps rounded the corner, you noticed how the scene you created before you blacked out was gone. Your disfigured father was nowhere to be found, and the bloody mess that you had created was also gone. Puzzled you looked at the slightly cracked cellar door. You saw how blue hues sprayed the dingy cellar. Hesitantly you made your way up the cracked and bloodied stairs to catch another hardy glimpse of movement. You stopped in your tracks, thinking you might've made a grave error that'll cost you your life. You already knew that if Shigaraki caught you getting this close to the exit, he might take up the offer of death that has lingered around him ever since you've met him.

"Come on up." His raspy voice rang. you thought you had been sneaky enough to be unnoticeable but alas, you weren't. You shamefully stampeded up the stairs waiting for Shigaraki to meet your face with a palm but where you opened the hatch and poked your head out you found nothing.

The area was completely empty. The bar stools ringed with the same common scraped red, and the floors showed no sign of feet being pounded on it. The only sign that people were even present was Shigaraki and the minor trail of dried blood. You tried not to notice it as you made your way to Shigaraki, whose face went back to being as unpleased and uninterested as usual.

"Now that your apart of the League of Villains there's no need to stay down there." He spoke, his hands slyly behind his back. Your face showed mix feelings of suspicion and fear. A part of you wanted to just play along with it, but the other part saw the exit of this hell hole not too far from you and just wants to book it.

Now that you have your powers back nothing can really prevent you from leaving. From what you knew, Shigaraki's quirk was very limited when distance was created between him and his targets, while yours could be ranged, close-up, and far away.

Conflicted, you argued with yourself, failing to see how close Shigaraki was getting to you.

"You seem very... in thought." "If you're thinking of escaping, go ahead. But know this-" Shigaraki warned. He closely leaned in, pinning you to an invisible wall. Your body caged in a tiny space with Shigaraki.

"I'll always find you."

"No matter where you run, hide. Doesn't matter, I'll always be three steps ahead of you." He planted a small bite on your ear, letting you know that you were his prey and slowly closing in on you. You shuddered and whimpered under the sensation of him nibbling on your earlobe.

He picked up on your small petty sounds and played into it, using his body to cause friction to your lower region. You squirmed, a mix of pleasure and want falling into your eyes.

You watched as Shigaraki's lips grew closer to yours as you leaned into his lips. In your mind you begged your body to stop, to not feed the enemy, not feed the man that caged you like this. But your body wanted to act first and regret later, so when Shigaraki's lips infiltrated yours and his legs made a smooth rhythm against your pussy your mind melted allowing your body to fall into his touch.

You both closed your eyes, letting your moans and gasp for air fill the room.

"You're so sweet y/n..." Shigaraki whispered into your neck. You grasp onto his fluffed hair, following his head as it trailed lower.

"Boss were home!-" A break in the intense sex filled atmosphere shook the both of you. You opened your eyes, flicking yourself out of the hazy action you almost gave your body permission to do. "Damnit..." Shigaraki cursed. He reluctantly let go of you, leaving only a small peck on your neck before turning his head to face the intruders.

You pushed past him quickly, ignoring the possessive glint that flashed in his face. He steadied himself, fixing his more than noticeable hard-on. "Boss?-" Another uninterested voice rang through the bar.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Shigaraki huffed. Before he met with the two interlopers he gave your ass a mighty smack, earning a small yelp out of you while your face grew warm.

You watched as Shigaraki made himself known, watching how the blonde girl's eyes traced further from Shigaraki's conversation and onto you, who was hiding behind the hallway.

"Is that the girl Tomura?" She peered curiously. She pointed in your direction as you came out of your cover.

The black-haired stitch faced man shrugged. "She was meant to be a surprise, but yeah Toga, that's her." Shigaraki mumbled. You stood puzzled as the blonde-haired Toga girl made her first move toward you.

"H-hi, I'm-" You spoke before Toga interrupted.

"Y/n?" She giggled, handing her hand out to you.

"Yeah, and your Toga?" You greeted, half smiling to show acquaintance to the strange girl. She happily took your hand, shaking it and looking at you bubbly.

"So, this is our new recruit, huh?" The colder one spoke. His attitude was chilling but also care-free. You watched his eyes for a negative sign, but then you remembered that everyone in the room reeked of negative energy.

"She'll be very useful, if that's what your implying Dabi." Shigaraki reassured. You peeked between Shigaraki and Dabi. You and Toga watched as Shigaraki and Dabi shared a glare.

"Well y/n, since your one of us, you should join us on a mission."

"No." Shigaraki abruptly added.

"No? Why not?" Toga whined. "You said she was a new recruit. And you've been hiding her all this time."

"She's just reawakened her power, she needs proper training to restore her true strength." Shigaraki concluded.

"How did you give me my power back exactly Shigaraki?" You questioned. The rooms attention turned to you.

Shigaraki smiled crookedly, leaning back into you.

"It's a secret." He leaned back away, winking.

"Well if were done for the day I'm gonna sleep, I'm zooted." Dabi spoke to Shigaraki as he sluggishly walked to his room.

"Me too, that body you had us carry was way heavy!" Toga reveled.

You watched as the two exited the bar.

Shigaraki snapped out of the sudden daze he fell in, grabbing your arm and bringing you to the place where you guessed you'd be sleeping for the night.

"Is this my room?" You questioned. Shigaraki nodded, unsure if he should make the next move, he was thinking about making.

You spun around the room, finding yourself in awe over how much better it was than your room when you lived with your wrenched father.

"Get some sleep" He shared with a sigh as he made his way out of the room.

You hesitantly grabbed his wrist, not really understanding why.

"...Thank you." You expressed, looking at the floor while hanging onto his sleeve.

You didn't see how Shigaraki shared a slight and hazy blush. You let go, turning around to finally make yourself at peace for the night.

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Shigaraki's clock flashed 3:00 A.M but he knew it was way too late to sleep. At least for him.

He found himself frustrated sexually and literally. He distinctly remembered your figure against him, your heavy breaths and how your eyes lingered on his while he kissed down your neck.

The though of you got him riled up. He knew he needed to fix this need, needed to satiate it for the night. He needed to taste you.

He found himself sneaking out of his door, making his way down the hall and stopping at your room.

"This is so fucked." He sighed, realizing that actions like this feed his other bad habits. He cracked open your door, regret gliding into the back of his head, watching your sleeping body rest and lay peacefully. He watched your chest rise and set, noticing your t-shirt strap slid down your shoulder with ease, teasing him and calling him to make himself known.

He finally shook off his hesitation and decided to strike inside your bed. He watched your resting state for a while before reaching his hand out to clench onto your breast. He shivered under the feeling, making sure you were fully asleep before he started kneading your hardening nipple.

"Y/n, your body's so slutty with how it reacts to me." He whispered. He let his other hand move to your pussy, unveiling the wet cavern that awaited him. He felt his stiffening cock get painfully harder. "Look at what you do to me y/n. So, So, naughty~" He spoke, holding your limp hand to his cock.

He retracted his hand from your leaky pussy, smelling and tasting your essence on his tongue.

"So tasty..." He suckled. He plunged his mouth with his fingers to get every bit of you off of his fingers. He freed his cock from his pants, letting his cock hang free while he faced his earned attention to your tight, wet nethers. Shigaraki let out a sigh of breath onto your pussy, watching the way your body twitched under his breath.

He let out a small proportion of his tongue to lap up your cunt. You wriggled under him, his slim hands keeping your thighs steady as he started feasting on you.

Your taste was so intoxicating to him that he couldn't hold back. He tried to hide his moans desperately in your pussy, finding that the vibrations bouncing from his voice onto your clit made you wetter.

"Are you going to cum? Naughty Y/n." "I'll let you cum, be a good girl and cum in your sleep." Shigaraki moaned into you, slurping and sucking at you.

He didn't fail to notice how your cunt tightened up around him in no time, almost like it was listening to his commands.

Within seconds your needy cunt was splashing Shigaraki's face with cum. If his eyes could be replaced with hearts his would be heart filled with how much he loved the tangy taste of your cum. You groaned in your sleep, probably conscious of the sexual sensation that has just pierced through you.

Shigaraki lapped up the last of your fleeting cum, cleaning you up quickly and planting small kisses on your face before making his exit, you laying unaware and peaceful.

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[sugarakis-p2]

Hot Springs

As part of bonding Kurogiri has arranged for the group to visit a local mineral hot spring. the group splits up and it's just Shigaraki and Dabi, until two hero worshiping American girls wander into there web. To make things interesting, they make a bet on who can make there girl cum first.

[This is cannon divergence from My hero academia smash when they hike up into the mountains. It was hilarious and adorable....I also was in a mood to violently jizz all over it. A bit of the ultra violence]

Warning: Hard non/con, F/M multi, Dabi and Shigaraki are not nice, Original Character Death(s), Death Threats, Rough Sex, Deflowering, Loss of Virginity, Double Penetration, Fear of Death, My Hero Academia Smash!!, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Public Nudity

The men stared at each other with mutual disgust.

Shigaraki with that disgusting severed hand. Toga wondered how he was able to see out of one eye. How did he not end up with crossed eyes? Did he have depth perception? Toga looked to Dabi, who wore his permanent "I don't give a fuck” expression but openly called Shigaraki gross. To Toga, that was irony. Dabi's flesh was barely held together with staples. Staples in the age of healing. They are both mean and anti-social, in her opinion. Kurogiri was reading the guidebook out loud to the two.

"The skin benefits are equal to hydrotherapy. Hot spring water with varied hydro-pressure to combat hypertrophy, inflammatory reaction signs, abnormal pigmentation, and, more specifically, redness and scarring. This will be a perfect bonding experience for…oh. There is an age limit," Kurogiri said.

"Who cares! We will do what we want. It's so damn hot," Shigaraki huffed, scratching his neck. Toga considered all the dead skin floating in the hot spring and decided to opt-out.

"It's embarrassing being naked in front of people," Toga said meekly.

"I agree, and I'm starving. Let's goooooo! I'm hangry," Magne snapped. She was in a rare mood.

"We can go shopping together, Miss Himiko," Kurogiri offered, and Toga jumped on that. Leaving the two men staring at each other. Dabi turned and went in without a word. Shigaraki would have refused. But after that disgusting hike, Kurogiri forced them on. He was sticky and could use some Saki.

Their backs leaning on the outcrop of rocks, they drank and relaxed in opaque white water that reminded Shigaraki too much of jizz. He didn't hate it, though. The babbling of the spring was the only sound breaking the silence. Until the giggle and splash of two ladies broke the silence. They splashed, giggled, and played like children on the other side, thinking they were alone.

Shigaraki immediately pulled father off and folded him with care in his towel. He turns to see Dabi taking a peek at the cute nude girls playing in the spring. Shigaraki hmphed and poured himself more Saki.

"What is with that look?" Dabi asked, grabbing the Saki.

"What do you think you are doing?" Shigaraki hissed.

"I'm going to try to get laid. What does it look like, virgin?" Dabi smirked.

"What? Who told you I was a virgin? I met Midnight," Shigaraki snarked.

"Hey, did you see those two goth guys? What kind of crazy hikes up a mountain in all black? Kinda cute though," one of the girls giggled. Dabi grinned smugly. Two little Americans from the accents. 

"That could be either of us," Shigaraki rasped. Interrupting Dabi. He knows English, and he just proved it to the haughty burnt bastard.

"Want to bet?" Dabi teased.

"I think the guy in the jacket is burned. Do you think he's a firefighter? That would be so hot," the same girl giggled. Dabi grew smugger. Shigaraki scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You act like it's impressive she's a star fucker. She's only interested in you because she thinks you're a hero," Shigaraki said, wiping the hand sweat off his face with spring water. That little act already soothed his skin, making him slightly more handsome.

"Then show me something, impressive fearless leader. I'm still getting virgin vibes," Dabi chuckled, loading up more Saki on the floating tray. It was starting to get dark. Those girls shouldn't be running around. They are asking for trouble. Whatever Dabi does to you seems fair game, in his opinion. The stupid hero-worshiping girls are about to get a hard lesson. Shigaraki was about to snap at Dabi for his snide little comment when he got curious and peeked.

"I wish I could have gotten a better look at the pale guy. I think he was wearing an oxygen mask. Maybe they are training. It looks like he had a nice body," You replied.  

He quickly changed his mind when he caught sight of you and heard that small comment. It's no longer Dabi who is going to teach you a lesson. Your slick wet chest got him instantly hard. How the water hid the bottom of your nipples made his mouth salivate. He also noticed something he didn't like.

Both of you have your phones in a waterproof bag, so you can still use them. He would have still fucked you even if he hadn't noticed them. But now he had more motivation to get involved, so whatever happens, it's not his fault. It's yours for being an easy trusting victim. You wanted a better look at him. He will give you one.

"Let's make it interesting. It will be good bonding, as Kurogiri says," Shigaraki said. A ghost of a smile at the corners.

You are about to look up those guys on the everyday hero web site to show Aimi when a shadowy figure appears around the corner.

"Thirsty ladies?" The figure said in English with a distinct Japanese lilt. It's the guy from earlier. Up close, you find him absolutely terrifying. His eyes are beautiful turquoise. He's young and has the features of a male model. The patchwork of molten skin was not as intimidating as his cock. He steps into the light to let you get an eye full. 

His cock is large, pierced, and not covered in any way. A row of bars on the underside and a hoop through the tip. He has staples everywhere. He looked more like a hellraiser than a hero. Not a hint of shame as he locks eyes with you, not looking away, which made your middle heat. But it also scared you when he came within an inch of your face with that thing. Aimi was gushing and practically drooling.

You yelp and flinch when you feel your phone being pulled from your fingers. When your phone was replaced with a cup of Saki, your hair changed color in surprise. The pale one is next to you. Oh god, did they hear you earlier? Your mind questions in utter embarrassment. He is pouring you some Saki as he touches your hair.

"Very pretty. Is this your quirk?" He asks in harsh deep gravel.

You jerked from that touch, but this man was so quick his arm was around your shoulder, pulling you close. You squealed when you felt something large and hard brushed against your thigh. You glance at Aimi. She is a pretty girl who thinks everyone is nice and nothing bad will ever happen to her. She is giggling and chatting with the burned guy like this is perfectly normal.  

"From America? What do you think of my English? My name is Dabi. What's yours, pretty girl? Tell me in Japanese," Dabi flirted.

"It's perfect English. Ummmm, let me try…" Aimi chuckled.

She does not see the danger signs at all. You want to get her attention, but the guy pouring Saki has roaming fingers. They moved from your shoulder to the side of your breast, his long nimble fingers working their way ever closer to your nipple.

"You are very pretty. Is it true what they say about American girls?" he whispered.

His hair was covering his face, but now that he is up close, you can see all of him. He is covered in scars. He is young under the welted skin. He is not classically handsome like the other one. This one has red eyes. They are rare and pretty. They are also hard and demanding, like a hungry wolf that wants to devour you. Normally you might find him sexy, but this guy has bullet holes. He runs his fingers through your hair and inhales deeply when you don't answer.

"Drink the Saki, pretty American girl," he encourages. His tone was more of and order than a suggestion. You whimper and down it. Your hair becomes darker by the second. Pouring more as he plays with the strands, eyes widening as your hair becomes so dark it's absorbing the light around them. You swallow hard and drink the foul liquid.

You don't like the flavor of alcohol at all. Everything about these two screams trouble. Even while the man was being entertained by your hair, you tried to slowly reach for your phone. Changing course for the Saki when his eyes dart to your cell. He is so quick it's terrifying. His hand darts out and grabs the craft with four fingers before you even get close. Why only four fingers? Do his fingers have to do with his quirk?  You wonder.

"Allow me," He insists as he pours you some more, a slight lilt of irritation.

"What's your name?" you ask, trying to sound friendly while not answering his questions.

"Tomura," he rasped, carefully setting the Saki back. If you could get Aimi to look at you for one moment, "You smell good too." Your flesh crawled as you felt his fingers move lower on your waist.  Didn't that mean "To mourn or mourning?"  It was not a pretty name.

"I like how fear looks like arousal," Tomura said creepily. Oh god, it was now or never. You feign seeing someone behind him while your hand reaches for your phone. Your heart is thundering in your ears. You hit the emergency button when Aimi makes your heart stop.

"HEY! What are you doing to my friend! Help! Hero!" She shouts with all the confidence of someone that has never known danger. Your mind screams  no  at her. Tomura whips around and yanks my phone away like a snake. Dabi yanked Aimi back by her hair. Tomura's grip tightens on your middle, pulling you flush to him. His massive hard cock pressed against your belly.

Dabi flashed a blue flame in Aimi's face before clapping a hot hand over her mouth. You could feel the cold heat from here. She screamed wide-eyed before registering how he would kill her if she did it again. Tomura held the phone away, checking who you dialed. You could feel his heart hammering too. You only caught bits and pieces of what they said, but you understood it enough.

"Are we expecting company?" Dabi asks. Shigaraki scoffs.

"No. Our silly little American girls didn't program the emergency number for Japan," He smirked, reverting to English. He wanted you to know how fucked you are. Your gut plummets in fear. How could you have forgotten to change it?

Tomura chuckles, closing his hand and turning it to dust. Dabi tosses Aimi's phone to him, and he catches it and also turns it to dust. You whimper. He looks down and grins ghoulishly as he grabs your ass and presses his cock harder against you with a rub.

"God damn it, Shiggy! You scared them! You probably said something creepy to get her spooked," he growled before clamping his mouth over Aimi's. She screamed down his throat. Tomura had started walking you back into the rock. It was slippery and still dug into your back. His knee started pressing to spread your legs.

"The bet was who made his slut cum first. You didn't say it had to be consensual," Shigaraki snickered as he roughly groped your chest. Tweaking your nipples and capturing one in his mouth. Sucking on your tender flesh too hard, they pebble hardening to peaks under his attention. His velvety tongue lathing over each one with greedy eagerness.

"You know it's difficult to do when they are scared. I should have known you'd be a creep and make this harder," Dabi snarled at Shigaraki.

Shoving Aimi face down on the rocks. You could almost reach out and touch her. She cried out, looking to me for help. You mouthed, 'use your quirk,' and pleaded with your eyes to not try to fight the deadly man. Aimi looked so confused and scared. It broke your heart. Where are the heroes? She mouthed back. You closed your eyes and looked away. They are not coming because you messed up.

"Don't make me lose my bet by forcing me to kill you. The only sounds that can slip from you are pretty ones. Damn. You also got the smart one of the two. Why are the pretty ones so dumb? There are no heroes, precious," Dabi growled, kicking her legs violently open.

You yelp and flinch in fear of those hands pressing your tits together. Tomura nips you so hard you bleed. The cruel look in his eyes says it all. Only pretty sounds out of you too. You shut up instantly letting any protest die on your tongue.

You braced yourself on his body so you don't slip on that cock. It feels like hot steel pressing on you. He pulls away from your tit. His lips were lightly stained red. He licks them, then runs his tongue over your nipple. The blood flow slowing.

"It may be hard for you. But for me, it will be easy. Mine is a good lil American girl. She'll cum for me. Look at those scared eyes. Like a scared bunny. Her hair is so dark my fingers disappear. You never answer my question. It is true that all American girls are sluts?" He asked, grinding his knee so hard on your thighs you finally parted them. Immediately his large cock pressed against your clit, the head of his cock bobbing up and down out of the water as he stroked himself over your sex. You moan a little and shake your head no.

"I'm a virgin," you squeaked. Dreading the thought of that thing sliding in you. It's sending delicious shudders through you, but it still scared the hell out of you. He presses harder and moans, leaning into you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Fuck. I've never had a virgin. But you will cum if you know what is good for you," He groaned.

"That's because you are one," Dabi laughs, about to penetrate poor Aimi, a virgin too.

"Shut the fuck up, Dabi," Tomura growled. He nuzzled and nipped at your neck and earlobe. Pulling away to finish the craft of Saki. He grabs the other and holds it up to your lips. He leans in a whisper, "I have never fucked a virgin. I heard it hurts. You will want this. Drink it all."

"The heroes will come," Aimi sobbed. You shook your head at her. Pleading for her not to say that. Not around these guys. What Dabi said and the evil glint in Shigaraki's was enough to tell you not to bring up heroes again. Dabi yanked her, and you could smell and hear the sizzle of flesh as Aimi whimpered. You drank deeply after that. By some miracle, you had the nicer of the two.

Tomura encouraged you to finish it. It made you lightheaded and heat pool in your center. It seemed like a kind act. But the look in his eyes and the evil grin told you otherwise. He wanted you flush and drunk. Aimi gave a pathetic shriek. Followed by a harsh smack on her ass and a yelp. You tried to block out your friends' pain. You are about to have your own.

"What sounds did I say can come from that yapping mouth. You really are the dumb one. I lost the flip. I thought I got lucky and got the easy slut. But you're so damn tight. I think you were a virgin too," Dabi said in his cool smokey tone, as if what he was doing to poor Aimi was normal and ok.

Tomura's pale body bared down on you as he grabbed your legs and forced you to wrap them around his waist.  

"You don't have to do this. Please let us go. We won't say anything to anyone," you begged quietly.

"I do what I want. What's your quirk called?" he asked, his wet digit getting tangled in your locks and brushing down your cheek. His eyes still held the hunger, but the rest of his face was steely resolve. He leaned in and ran his thumb along your lower lip. All five mean death. That was easy to figure out.

"My hair color changes to my moods. It's called mood crown," you answered quickly. His thumb pressed past your lips and touched your tongue. He bit his lip, and you could feel his cock twitch against your clit.

"What's her quirk?" He asked with a lilt. You did not want to answer this. His fingers dug into your cheeks like the rock on your back. You whimpered in fear. Aimi choked sobs, and the wet slaps of Dabi's thighs filled your ears. Hot tears spilled from your sad, lovely eyes. His cock twitched again.

"Please," you started, and he grits his teeth in warning. You feel so emotionally weak as you give into fear, "Lung control. She can hold her breath for ten minutes," you answer with a whine. Please pass out Aimi. Don't die. Knock yourself out. You pray. Shigaraki grimaces.

"That can have an autoerotic effect. We better get started. I'm not going to disrespect you by lying. I'm going to fuck and use you as I please. If you piss me off or don't listen. I'll kill you and move on to your friend. It would be one thing if you gotten ahold of some assholes in tights paid to save you with that nasty stunt with the phone. But you failed. Do you think I'm afraid of some civilians?  They will take one look at what's happening and walk away. Every single time. I think you know more than a few people who will think everything will turn out ok. That a hero will come to save the day. But the reality is you better listen and hope for mercy," he rasped, eyes darting to a simpering Aimi.

You believe every word he says. Shigaraki likes that. He likes that a lot about you. He plunged his tongue into your mouth. It twisted and entwined with yours. He tasted like Saki and had a hint of your blood.

You sucked in a sharp breath when he gripped the rod between your pussy and speared you. Pushing had past your resisting virgin pussy's barrier. Your hymen popped, seeping hot blood on his cock as it allowed him in deeper. You think you will pass out as your head swims and stars burst into your vision. He's huge, and it hurts.   

Your hair rippled colors as you endured the hot pain of being split in two. His eyes widened, and he forced himself deep enough to kiss your cervix. His entire body shuddered as his eyes rolled back in his head. He looked down to where you are connected, panting in excitement. A grip on your thigh and one kneading your breast. He ground against your sex. Simpering as you held back your tears, he began to thrust. This monster didn't even let you adjust to him. He kissed you again and groaned.

"That's a painfully tight pussy. I'm going to break it. I'm going to break you," he panted. It felt like a hot knife. You cried and then tried to relax.

"IT HURTS!" Aimi whined. You echoed her feelings with a loud sob.

Every thrust back in was excruciating, your face twisting into one long silent scream, your hair changing into a series of horrible colors. The water around you had a tinge of pink. Tomura slowed to longer thrusts. Savoring the sensations with pants and groans into your hair.

His hot breath fanning over your scalp. His weight forces you down and makes it hard to breathe. The rocks are digging into your back. You started to shove him away to gasp for air. He lifted enough to let you get a lung full. To your surprise, he adjusts you, clearing the pebbles and moving you more to the smoother surface.

"Better?" he asked, grinding his cock with more shallow thrusts.

"No, please stop this," you plead with a sniffle.

"Don't be stupid. It looks like your hair is going back to black. You're fine. Fuck, you're tight. You can beg and cry. But I'm going to destroy what I want, and right now," He grunted and empathized with a sharp, deep thrust.

"I want to destroy your purity and your will to fight me. Don't hold out hope someone will come to save you. Give in and cum on my cock. As much as I love a little resistive pussy. I'm not losing to that burnt asshole," he indicated to Dabi with his head.

He quickly licked his thumb, shoved his fist between you, and started rubbing. The sensation was like a shock wave going through your middle. You jerked and grabbed his wrist. You immediately move to yank your hand back, but he stops you.

For a moment, you thought you had died. You imagined all of his fingers had wrapped around your wrist, and at any moment, you will turn to dust. But Tomura hadn't. What he was doing was guiding your hand to your clit.

"If you don't like the way I do it, show me," he said kindly, which threw you off.

You violently shook your head and blubbered. His pinky threatened to lie down. The look of his of eager anticipation said it all. Do it, or he'll turn you to dust. He was still hard and firmly planted in you. This was just cruel. He was inconsistent with his mercy.

You start slowly and nervously. Tomura is staring at you, touching yourself as if he's studying every movement. You can't touch the sensitive bundle of nerves directly. It's too much for you. You rub circles over the hood. You shut your eyes and pretend he's the hottest guy you've seen. It's hard to do with a hot rod throbbing and stretching you at your core.

You have a hard time imagining someone else in you. You don't want to die, either. You do the unthinkable and really look at him. Touching yourself feels nice, but it will not get you to cum. The light blue dripped, and a few strands clung to his face. As you look at him, his eyes dart to yours. He holds them, pinning you with those scarlet orbs.

With a sharp intake of breath, his muscles ripple. He's not bulky, but he is toned with a softness that quickly disappears with each deep pant. Crimson eyes are blown with hunger and need. You moan sweetly as you grow wet. The pain fades into the background as your pleasure increases.     

"Fuck. That's a fine tight wet pussy. I don't hate it. Looks pretty around my cock. That expression is nice. Your hair is changing to pink, my lil American slut," He bites his lip.

You can feel the deep grind as his cock presses lightly on your cervix. Heightening the sensation of your ecstasy. You feel a moan rise from someplace primal. You clamp your hand over your mouth. His eyes catch the movement. He growls, clearly not liking how you are quieting your passion or distracting him from what you're doing with your sex. Quickly shooting out your hand, your fingers run through his hair. The Saki must be getting to your head. His strands are like silk-spun sky and clouds.  

He paused to let you get a good look and feel. Gasping for air, his chest heaves, and a shudder works down his body to where you two are attached. You cried out when he bucked his hips hard and fast. He licked two fingers and played with your clit the way you enjoyed. Shivers of pleasure run up your spine. His cock stroking along your slick walls.

He humped you hard and fast like an animal, but he was whimpering and pants like a puppy. You are velvet and bliss to him. Wrapping around his dick perfectly, squeezing and sucking him back in. You wish he would not whisper such filthy things. It kept you too present with what's he doing to you. The violent smacking of his boney hips against your tender flesh made your entire being quake under him. He was starting to feel amazing in you.

A tightening and tingle in your middle gather and build to new highs. You are no longer resisting Tomura. You are screwing him back. Bucking back into him. He's handsome enough, you tell yourself. He's making you feel good. If you ignore all else, you can forget your life depends on cumming on this nasty man's cock. You can convince yourself you wanted it. At this moment, as you feel yourself plunging into ecstasy, you do want it. You are moaning and whimpering sweet noises as you cling to him. You implode on impact. His cock fills you to the brim.

"Ah!" You scream sharply as you arch up to him. Every part of you tightens and then comes undone on him. He grunts as he grips your hips and shoves himself as deeply as possible. His lids are heavy with lust as drool forms at the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck!" He gasps a moment later. You have clamped down on him. Whimpering and writhing as his twitching cock spreads warmth deep inside you, "Oh yeah. There we go. That's a good little tight cock sleeve. Fuck. That pussy may be a virgin, but it can milk a dick. That's it. Suck up every drop."

"No way," Dabi hisses, suddenly next to you both. He has Aimi by the hair. She mercifully has her eyes closed as Dabi digs two of his fingers between you and Shigaraki. Shoving his fingers in deep to feel you pulsing on Tomura. You squeal and squirm as he stretches you more.

"Huh," Dabi says, surprised.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Look at her hair. You have no manners," Tomura hissed at Dabi.

"As if I know what pink and red mean. Damn, that red is bright. It almost glows. This wasn't a fair bet," Dabi says, pulling out his fingers at last. He licks the both of you off them as if that was no big deal. You shiver at the sight. Suddenly feeling cold and wanting to disappear in the warm spring water.

"What?" Shigaraki asks, scratching his neck. Dabi smirks and pulls up Aimi until she is standing.

"This one is a cold fish. You make this one cum while I try that one. You win the bet hands down," Dabi states.

"Why would you need to fuck this one?" Shigaraki asks suspiciously.

"You are going to leave me with a wet dick and not a chance to see if I get the same reaction? We need a control for the bet. If I make her cum then this bet is a push. We'll try some other girls. Unless you got attached like a little virgin simp to this one," Dabi mocks.

"You can't do anything but cause misery," Shigaraki growls as he rips himself away from paradise. Gripping Aimi by the arm and dragging her to a more comfortable spot.

"You might be right about that," Dabi smirks. You drop into the water, pushing off the rocks quickly. If you can run for help, maybe you both will live through this. You slip through Dabi's fingers. Finding the edge quickly and scrambling up.

"Well, go get her," you hear Shigaraki say as you pop up and run for the exit.

"Don't tell me what to do," Dabi shot back, right behind you.

Bursting through the exit, you attach to some random stranger. Screaming help in Japanese. The guy stared at you wide-eyed as Dabi grabbed your arm. Said something to the man while you begged for help. The heat on your arm made you whimper and flinch. Loosening your grip enough to be yanked away from the stranger. The guy smiled and walked off. You stood there with Dabi slack-jawed. This guy is actually doing exactly what Tomura said he would. He was going to leave you. A problem to be solved by someone else. A burst of blue flame, and that guy was flailing on the ground for a minute before he was a crackling campfire.

"He wasn't going to call the heroes, but it's better to side on caution. Are you happy you got a guy killed?" He asked you, leading you back to the hot spring.

"I didn't kill him. You did," you sniffle. You saw it. That random really wasn't going to bother to even call for help.  

"Tell that to his family. At least that made me hard again," Dabi chuckled, placing you back against the rock. Aimi is crying pathetically as Shigaraki humps her, your eyes connect with him, and the seething rage underneath makes your heart stop in terror. Dabi slicking himself on you. You whimper in fear. What will happen if you cum on Dabi? What will happen if you don't?

"Shouldn't I clean myself? We can go into the changing room. Lay on some towels," you tried to convince.

"Oh, I don't mind sloppy seconds. Makes good lube. Besides, I want to see him hot-blooded after I make his favorite fuck cum on this fat cock," he grinned. You cried and squirmed when he pushed his dick in you, "Oh fuck. That is a tight little pussy. I can feel why he didn't want to share. That's ok. He broke you in nicely. That is damn good."

You thought Tomura was hard as a rod. Dabi was real metal. You can feel the cold steel change its temperature as he sinks in deep. The different textures create new sensations. You cover your mouth as you moan. Dabi is slow and deep. Making sure you feel his piercings as they glide over your slick walls. Working all the sweet places, Tomura had to find the hard way. Dabi's warm hands are everywhere. He doesn't have to be careful like Tomura. It feels like Dabi is trying to devour you. He stops long enough to threaten you. 

"Don't try to get clever and pull at staples or stitches. Keep to the smooth skin, or I will set you on fire and keep fucking your corpse. I don't need the top half. You feel pretty warmed up. I want a good time," He panted, bucking harder and running a hand in your hair, pulling your head back and shoving his tongue in your grunting mouth. Another hand tweaking a nipple as he pounds harder and faster. The sore ache is resounding as you writhe under him. His lower lip has a different consistency. His flavor is one of horrible cooked flesh. He's too hot. His dick is more experienced in pleasing a woman. Tomura wanted to win. Dabi wants a good time. Both make you feel like their toy.

You dare to peek over and see a Tomura standing perfectly still, staring and scratching his neck so hard he's bleeding. His grimace is horrible. He looks murderous as he watches you tip over the edge. Free falling into a coaxed orgasm. You concentrated as hard as you could on your hair color. The best thing about having your heart on your sleeve is when you can lie, everyone believes it. He stiffened more as his eyes narrowed.  

"You won't get away with this limp dick," Aimi whimpered.

  NO!  Your mind screams. But it was too late. Tomura looked down. Set all five fingers flat on her back, and your best childhood friend disappears. Her face twisted into a shocked scream while you came. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head from them. Dabi growls as his hot cum feels like it is scorching your insides. You can feel his cum jetting into your eagerly sucking cunt. You heard her hands, and head tumble in the water as Shigaraki made his way to you.

"Did she cum?" Tomura asked worriedly. Dabi is still cumming and ignores him. You try to shove him away on his smooth flesh.

"How can I! Monsters. You killed Aimi. You killed her!" You wailed, trying to curl up on yourself. 

Dabi does not pull out. Dabi gives a light moan as his cock twists in you as you try to curl from him. Dabi looks at Shigaraki, who is scratching himself and having a fit. Then down at you, your pussy clamping down and trying to shove him out. Shiggy was right. Forced pussy was the best. This forced pussy was the best. That was the hardest cum in his life. He was physically stuck in you, and he loved it. He licked his upper lip and made a decision.

"Nah. You win," Dabi said to your shock. Tomura eased his scratching and smirked. Pulling you into an embrace and making comforting sounds, you cry too hard to hear these bastards' words. Dabi joins him, and you are so damn horrified and confused at the sudden dynamic change. That disappears when Dabi turns to Shigaraki.

"Ever done DP?" He asked a Shiggy who was busy kissing your shoulder. He looked bored at Dabi and then shook his head no, "Bitches love it. You sort of feel the other guys dick, but girls can't get enough after the first taste. They beg for it." Shigaraki considered this.

"Really?" He asked you.  How would I know?  Your brain shouts at him. He knows you were a virgin. Is he stupid! He just killed your best friend. You  loved  her! She got all the guys and was naive, but she was brave and stuck by you. You wanted to spit this in Tomura's face when you caught Dabi's expression. It was icy cold. You want to live to tell on these fuckers. Someone has to know what they did to Aimi and make them pay. 

"Yes," you whimpered. Dabi suggested a break before they started. Shigaraki went to check on father. Dabi leans in with burning eyes.

"I like your survival skills. You owe me. You better make fucking as good as this each time," Dabi instructed.

"I don't know how. I was a virgin. I just want to go home," you wept. Dabi grinned. 

"Keep that attitude. You want to live. You want to make us happy," He said coldly.  

You cried. They consoled in their creepy way. But kept going in every position and combination they could think of. For hours until you passed out and woke up in a new position, covered in cum and aching in every hole. You prayed through most of it. The longer they were not answered, the more you think these two are right about society. You got an earful of it when they were in a humping lull. When they had exhausted themselves using every hole in your body, they cuddled. You felt like a steak between two tigers. 

Shigaraki kept a firm grip on your neck. His face buried in your hair, mumbling sweet dirty nothings to the back of your head. Dabi's face is between your tits. 

"We have time for another go?" Dabi asked.

"I'm tired," you husked.

"You don't have to be awake," Dabi said flatly. You felt weary and hurt. Your heart becomes numb to their cruelty. A black swirl formed, and a psychotic chipper schoolgirl brat and a bitchy butch walked through. The smoky black guy was the dangerous one, though. There was a loud nasty argument in Japanese. Dabi got dressed and handed Tomura your passport while throwing towels and a robe at you.  

"As (Japanese) as she (Japanese) to us," Dabi hissed. 

"I was (Japanese) to share. (Japanese) is no us. I (Japanese) keep her," Tomura growled, pulling on his pants with a fucking severed hand somehow attached to his face. The argument between them ensued and got loud when you attempted to slowly head for the door. You are catching words like "kill," "hide," "body," "mine," and "keep."  

"Oh no, honey. You stay right there," The butch one said in perfect English.

 You freeze in terror as Tomura quickly comes over to wipe Dabi's come off you. Not his. He stands again, scratching himself, an air of seething as he gets in the smoky guy's face area. The smoky guy made some sympathetic noises, and Tomura stopped throwing a tantrum but was still clearly agitated. He stalks in front of you, kneeling down and shoving your passport in your face.

"We want to keep you, but Kurogiri says no. When things settle down, we will find you. You belong to the league of villains. You belong to me. Do not fuck anyone else. We will hunt them down and kill their entire family," he rasped, putting your passport in his back pocket.

They left. Dabi gave you a lingering look parting with a final warning.

"You're mine. You owe me, and there isn't a hero to stop me from collecting," he grinned, disappearing into the blackness.

They found you near morning, cradling Aimi's head and hands. You couldn't find her feet. The Japanese government locked you away for your "safety." Also, having no passport, they can just make you disappear. You took the morning-after pill. Not that it worked. They hid you in some hospital. This was hell.

When you saw Dabi on tv, you became disgusted. Endeavor created a monster. He said a half-sorry, and nothing came of it. He wasn't charged with child abuse or neglect. He could run around while you are incubating a product of this society's fucked up neglect. Whether it was Shigaraki's or Dabi's makes no difference. Not when you remember the look of that stranger. You hope it all comes crashing down.

When Spinner comes crashing through. You escape to find a news team. Yes, one of the  villains  will find you but not before the world knows what this place has done to you and Aimi.

[korok-system]

Villains Don't Love

Warnings: Mentions to dissociation/derealization and heavy implications of a panic attack/anxiety/mental illness.

Fandom: MHA/BNHA.

Characters: Tomura Shigaraki.

Content: Written in 1st perspective, GN!Reader, SFW, Reader is apart of the LOV, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Comfort, Confession, Adult Reader, Tomura needs therapy.

Synopsis: Tomura is convinced that he is unworthy of ever experiencing love due to his youth and affiliation with AFO.

A/N: This was a drabble that I wrote a while ago, but I like how it turned out so I hope others enjoy it too. :) This is my first published story so please excuse any imperfections.

I loathe the approach we’ve contrived as a society.

I loathe that we, as a society, are provided a system where it is normalized to openly discriminate towards someone entirely on their quirk or the absence of one- Where children are being raised as a pig to slaughter and it is exclusively at the fault of the idealistic culture of ‘Heroes and Villains’.

The entire structure of this civilization bothers me… Because as I watch Tomura fidget with the deceased hand of his Father, I also watch how that ‘Hero and Villains’ concept brought failure and despair to someone who could have had his innocence conserved and his stability reunited.

 He paused abruptly, all fixation remained with the fragile hand within his possession, his silence just as deafening as it was terrifying.

Shigaraki’s incoherent agitation was left unceasing, every movement calculated and precise so as to avoid inflicting any more damage upon the delicate artifact.

“Would you like some help?” I offered silently, barely at a conversational volume, but enough to fill the void that had been separating us for the last 20 minutes.

The absence of his response could indicate a variety of things, either urging silence or motivating pursuit- And with so much unattended grey area it was difficult to dictate which of the two he desired. So, I rose from his bed with an unsettling feeling of prudence.

His hands, parched and flawed from years of villainous conduct, resumed their tentative ordeal as he examined the most minute details of his Father’s dead hand; concentrating balance with only three fingers- The other two, fore and middle finger, delayed any contact as Tomura raised the hand to his face.

“No, I’m fine.” The tone of his voice was enough to discard the topic to the confines of history, instead recalling another method of conversation to ease the unnerving tension circulating the two of us.

Shigaraki was situated at his desk, chair turned to face his desktop while his meagre body performed a rather gauche structure, hunched in a formation begging to conceal himself from view. I closed the distance with a mere step, and Tomura ceased his movements entirely.

As per usual… Shigaraki was overthinking. His confidence was a narrow road that branched off into even slimer alleyways. As sturdy as that narrow road was, there was always a branch that would fall and force you down one of those alleyways… Meaning, his descent into evergrowing subconscious doubt and anxiety was unavoidable.

“What are you doing?” Surprisingly, he had been the first to establish a conversation.

“Oh- I just…” My voice trailed into an empty silence- Thoughts caught in my mind without a method of expression, overflowing yet shoved underneath a heavy lid to block them within… Inert I stood, my brain crying at the lack of physical response to the situation I knew how to resolve; mouth clutching to the three words craving to be exempted.

 I love you.

“You just…What?” He inquired, patience running thin as he finally turned the chair around to grant him proper access to observation, his red eyes unblinking as they gazed beyond his Father’s fingers with the expectation of a response. 

Behind the hand, however, was a rather disparate version of perspective. One galvanized by a sickening feeling of culpability- He had reacted belatedly, somehow oblivious to what should have been the initial detail of notice. 

Whether clear or not, he hadn’t meant to come across as demeaning or harsh.

To put it simply, to retain someone’s inclining companionship was something of a foreign concept to Tomura; granted… He had shaped relationships with each of the League members, and in doing so had established a familial bond with each of them- But these efforts were left in vain.

Tomura appreciated each of them respectfully… Yet they were unable to provide that pivotal sense in his stomach, the one that churned in angst at the absence of the one thing he desired most in this world.

Deep down… Underneath that searing rage and that psychotic semblance of what remained from Shigaraki’s youth… Was a boy, Tenko Shimura.

And that boy begged for love.

All For One, his Master, would gift Tomura anything he desired in return for obedience and success- Fortune, dominance, power, destruction; it all lay firmly within his grasp whenever he so asked for it.

But despite this, powerful or not, AFO was unable to provide that warmth and tenderness left absent in Tomura’s life… Substituting that tenderness with vile hatred and malice, masking his craving for love with horrendous acts of violence and disregarding every friendly advance with hostility; berating them without a second of consideration. 

Love was a weak sorrow.

And yet all he wanted was to experience that tranquility.

Tomura had fallen into a desolate state of silence, his Father’s hand providing aid with obscuring the growing grimace tugging at his expression, heavily dissociated, eyes strawn to the computer screen though devoid of conscious thought about doing so.

He was in his bedroom, he was aware of that, but as his mind ran marathons it became more difficult to have that hold on reality.

Tomura thought that the warmth he suddenly felt was an incorporation of his imagination, like a sickening reminder of his loneliness and unloveable nature, a torterous choke of-

“Tomura…” A voice was all it took to separate him from his derealization.

That warmth… He was being… Hugged….?

“Tomura,” I recited. 

The mental restraint had left him frail and miserable, almost as though his mind had returned to that unstable mindset of an abused child; fearful and desperate for comfort. His body melted against mine, accepting my hug in a heap of emotion, not returning it physically yet clearly inviting its gesture.

"I'm here Tomura, it's okay."  

And in that instant the world merely ceased to halt… Offering whimsical time for him to truly accept the new affection.

“Y/N…” He fell silent the moment my name fell from his lips, as though in that instant his mind alerted him to panic, searching frantically for how best to continue.

I only smiled, and the air returned to a comfortable tune of silence.

“I love you,” 

And his eyes closed. 

The leader of the League Of Villains succumbed to a restful sleep in my arms. Finally at ease.

“I love you too, Tomura."

[bibibbon]

MHA 413 leak rant

For a war commander kudo is really risking everything. Look kudo is a war commander so logically speaking he would prioritise and should prioritise people's lives more than whatever silly idea he has of freely giving shigaraki a free power up while leaving an Already exhausted midoriya defenceless?!?! Like he wants AFO/shigaraki dead but he thinks of an idea like that. Like it's a logical idea I guess I can see where it comes from but did we forget that shigaraki isn't a regular human and already is able to have the mind and physical capacity to deal with multiple quirks at once so how is the whole let's give him OFA to slow him down and make him enter an almost nomu state gonna work if we already know it kinda won't?!?!? Also the whole idea of the vestiges fighting tomura seems a bit iffy to me like?!?!

Why is Bakugo here and why is he used as an example. Why is horikoshi trying to bring bakugo into everything it's getting boring and way too out of hand. Also what was the point in using bakugo as an example I don't get it kudo man you have seen bakugo abuse izuku for years and you're like yes lemme use your abuser as an example for how this transfer will act like?!?!?! It's a horrible idea honestly or may I say horribly introduced and executed but the point is there was no need for bakugo being here in this chapter in anyway shape or form so idk why he is there and why it has to be kudo that mentions him like seriously what was the point.

I get the idea but it's low-key horrible. Ok i get where the whole idea came from but it's horrible and you need to admit that. Like the whole idea of having to defeat tomura from the inside because he is "too strong" isn't as great as it sounds. Even if they are successful with such an idea wouldn't tomura be able to sense it considering that he has danger sense. Also where is danger sense why don't we see shigaraki use it?!?! Did hori realise that izu would be in a major disadvantage did shigaraki just becomes dumber and forget to use it or is izuku trying to do something like toga did and attack him with the intention of helping him and not harm him? Guess we will never know the last statement cos of izukus lack of INTROSPECTION!!

Stars and stripes. (1) why is star and stripes in the OFA vestige world are the OFA and AFO vestige world's overlapping and becoming one or something because if they are then why can't the OFA vestiges fight shigaraki from there it makes no sense why izuku has to lose or transfer his quirks to shigaraki so they can kill him from the inside in. (2) why the hell isn't shigaraki dead?!?!? The whole point on why shig didn't die in the beginning when fighting star is because of his identity crisis which was an interesting plot point but executed horribly and now that we know that shigaraki recognises himself as a symbol of destruction and chaos shigaraki shouldn't he die?!?! I mean why is he just mentally injured and showing tenko or something why isn't he dead? It makes no sense is horikoshi saying that tenko and shigaraki aren't the same person because if they aren't why is shigaraki still alive and why the hell is it that the crack is tenko or something or a sad child it makes no sense. The whole plot point doesn't make sense like SHIGARAKI AND TENKO ARE THE SAME PERSON WHY IS HORI SAYING THEY AREN'T?!?!

Izuku, poor izuku. This chapter really really shows that horikoshi doesn't really care about izuku and how much character development he lacks and it's just sad. The vestiges realise that he doesn't wanna let go of OFA because he views it as a gift from his favourite hero and that's it. (1) this in my opinion shows how much all might and izuku lack in their relationship. Izuku still views all might as a grand hero or some bs like that and not as a flawed person and father figure he really cares about and is connected to through quirk and blood. (2) the lack of izukus introspection. Look I go on and on about this I know I do but it really doesn't help Izuku's character and the way horikoshi tries to depict and illustrate his character. I think it would of been an ironic thing that deku the word that stands for a nobody and a wooden doll is used for izuku and we see his character become a doll who has to strip all his feelings and sacrifice everything for the sake of the world and nothing but horikoshi low-key doesn't do this properly and I am pretty sure that's not even his plan fro izuku which makes it suck even more. (3) we are consistently told in this chapter how izuku feels or how he is supposed to feel and we don't see what he feels which to me is utter bs considering that this is his fight and that he is going through some tough stuff rn. ALSO HOW THE HELL CAN IZUKU Individually TRANSFER QUIRKS?!?!? OR IS IT JUST FOCUSING ON THE IDEA THAT SHIGARAKI WILL STEAL A VESTIGE NEXT

All might? Honestly speaking it's cool that we got an all might interaction but it didn't offer much like we caught up with what he is doing and how he is but that's kind of just it for me. We didn't get anymore like it may of felt out of the blue and wants necessarily paid much attention to which I guess I might be complaining too much but ehh he was just there nothing much 🤷‍♀️ he kind of useless rn. Also the idea of all might sensing izuku was that supposed to be a dad might moment where we see how they are connected in an inseparable way because if it is I feel like this chapter low-key contradicted itself with it

Ps this is my opinion but MHAs writing has gotten into a much more devastating state lately and I feel like horikoshi really can't be bothered but imma still sticks round for the ending just cos I can.

[dekusleftsock]

Did anyone see this? I feel like it’s a small detail in the pile of evidence for Izuku’s “control your heart” thing going on.

Hell, even Bakugou Katsuki Rising is referenced in the same chapter.

(Side note: me and my friend ended up spending 20 minutes identifying that flower, ty @the-real-loverboy for being my favorite flower nerd—regardless it’s called the Paris Japonica, a rare flower native to Japan that has the largest genome to our knowledge. Only problem? I can’t find any symbolism on this flower, and every source is written by white people in the west on how to care for the flower so. If anyone knows literally anything important about this flower, I’m very very interested. I know that it can bloom in the early winter and is more tolerable to colder climates, so maybe it’s a reference to rei/the general himura family? Who knows)

Going back to the original thought, I think the line “I wonder what changes we’ll witness… come tomorrow” has been kind of disregarded. And, as the newest spoilers have shown, the entire todoroki family is undergoing this evolution of the heart ALONGSIDE their own personal quirks.

Now, what does that have to do with bkdk and Izuku specifically? We have ofc, the plot line of Izuku not being able to control his heart for Katsuki, but what makes this situation unique is one for all itself.

Ofa, as I understand it, is a quirk closely related to romance. It’s surrounded all of Izuku’s emotions and close relationships, along with Nana’s signature line describing ofa as romantic. And, if we’re talking about near death experiences making these hidden parts of their quirks pop out unintentionally, then that would explain why Katsuki has a connection to ofa. From the ofa stars DURING Bakugou Katsuki Rising, to being able to meet and then talk to the Allmight vestige.

So, uncontrolled emotions, rejection of vulnerability, creates an intimate connection to anyone that Izuku the character, cares about.

On top of all of this, all of Izuku’s inner quirk stuff is so closely tied to his heart, that he doesn’t even need to be in life or death situations—it just has to feel like it. Anger so palpable, he literally unlocks blackwhip. Fear of his friends and fellow heroes demise so strong he unlocks float. And the list goes on and on, with him unlocking most of his quirks during his lowest low, his depressive episode.

Izuku doesn’t have to be dying like Touya does to lose control, he just has to vaguely feel like it.

And of the characters I feel have not evolved their hearts as much as their quirks, Katsuki and Izuku I feel will be the most passionate.

But I digress, here’s the people I believe will have this inner life or death quirk “awakening” because of their hearts: Toga, Ochako, Deku, Katsuki, Shigaraki, and the entire Todoroki family.

Now, controlling your heart and near death experiences, lets see—why are these two ideas so closely tied to each other? What makes them inherently unique in comparison to each other?

Or rather, a better question, what connects them?

I’d argue it’s acceptance. Pain could be another argument sure, but I feel like it’s way more common to just accept that your dying when you’re almost dead, than to actually register the pain from it.

And acceptance of the heart often comes hand in hand with those experiences—Endeavor knows he will die with Touya and he has accepted the fact that he was never enough for him as a father, but that if he can bring him to the sky, it will be okay because he can die with his son as penitence for his wrongdoings, while keeping the rest of his family okay. Probably better off without him because of his actions.

And Katsuki, during his death, has accepted his fate. But while doing so, he has also accepted that he won’t catch up to Izuku, that he truly has been a dorky fan of Allmight, that he can die loving him. (Love doesn’t have to mean romantic in this example, like yes I do believe they will be canon, but love is a loose term here because of what his death truly meant) Because that death meant accepting his care and his admiration of Izuku, that he’s always been looking behind him.

And this circles back to Izuku, with parallels between Rei chasing Endeavor into the fire paralleling Izuku chasing Katsuki into fire during the sludge villain fight, because endeavors death is—while poetic—ultimately only harmful. Yes he is saving the city and Japan, he is dying as a hero and protecting his family, but as Shoto said, they have to do it together. This isn’t Endeavor healing his heart, I would argue it’s meaningless sacrifice born out of guilt. Rei SHOULD help, Natsuo SHOULD help, Fuyumi SHOULD HELP! Shoto shouldn’t have tried to fight dabi on his own, because Enji and Shoto both feel entirely responsible for what Touya has become, when they aren’t!

People forget that Touya is a fucking adult. He’s a serial killer and an arsonist because he chose to be. That doesn’t mean he’s forever going to be the worst person in the world, but no one person is responsible for his actions other than him. And that’s a reality we have to accept with our trauma, our parents can exponentially fuck up and make us terrible people, but you as a person have every opportunity as an adult to change what they have made you become. Touya could have gotten a job if he was that mad at his dad, he could have just fucking knocked on the front door of his house, he could have chosen at ANY POINT in his life to say, “No, I shouldn’t do that.” But he simply didn’t.

And not Endeavor, not Rei, not Natsuo, not Fuyumi, and certainly not Shoto are responsible for that. Dabi is selfish. I love his character but that’s a fact. He is selfish because of his trauma yes, this is all born out of an innate childhood need for his fathers attention yes, but that doesn’t make it justified.

“But Sock what about what you said earlier about saving him together!” I still stand by both my points.

Dabi can both need to be saved AND can also be selfish for needing to be saved in the first place. Those aren’t opposite ideas, they can still coexist. And they can coexist because Dabi is a character written well! He’s not a “villain with the right ideas taken too far”, he’s a complex person with an interesting backstory who has still killed people. (Fun fact dabi has committed several war crimes under the Geneva Convention LMAO)

MHA describes heroics as oftentimes “sticking your nose in places where they don’t belong”, meaning even people who don’t necessarily want to be saved. Dabi can still be selfish and wrong while still needing to be saved and supported.

There’s this line in a fanfic I read, something about human beings sometimes not having enough time in their life to become a better person. For person A, maybe it takes a couple months and a few simple ideas. For person B, maybe it takes your whole life and then some to understand the weight of your own actions. And that doesn’t make person A or person B incapable of change, they can still just need a proper opportunity to understand, or practice to implement a new idea into their mind.

Maybe person B just needed better luck, maybe person A was just a teenager growing up, but they both can still change.

Tangent over about the Todoroki family, back to Izuku. Like Endeavor in this instance, Izuku is often the type to have this martyr mentality, but unlike Izuku, Endeavor is the one currently in the fire, or more rather, he is the one currently dying. Like Katsuki.

Katsuki has accepted his death in this war, that ship has sailed. He has come close to death and then actually died, and the todoroki’s are currently going through the process. So that leaves Izuku. (And technically Toga too, maybe ochako, but that’s for another meta one day maybe)

Will Izuku have to come close to death? I’m excited to see.

Idrk how to end this meta, I think I had other thoughts and ideas I wanted to share, (along with a better conclusion), but I forgot those ideas and stuff about half way through writing this.

[valentine6athena]

Dabi with a Witch s/o

This is my first time posting on here but I’m a witch and the burnt boi brainrot is REAL

CW: 18+ dom! Reader, sub! Character, witchcraft, love spells, 🍃, violence, curses/hexes, wax play, chastity cages, milking,

He’s so confused when you tell him you’re a witch 😭 he’s like ‘huh??? Like you mean your quirk??’ But once you explain it to him he doesn’t really care tbh.

Doesn’t understand why he’s so infatuated with you?? He honestly thinks you cast a love spell on him and you’re like ‘Nah hon, I’m just that good.’

Once y’all actually get together he’s at your beck and call, need something for a ritual? He’s already digging through your kitchen looking for it. Need to light a candle? He’s got a fire quirk for a reason. And if you accidentally spill some hot wax on his chest well then that’s just a bonus 🤷‍♀️

Shigaraki asks what that weird design sewed into his jacket is, he simply shrugs and replies ‘dunno, guess my s/o got bored.’ You overhear and decide that he doesn’t need to know that ‘weird design’ is a protection sigil to keep him safe during battle.

Is very confused when he finds a jar sealed with wax in his jacket pocket, so he looks up the ingredients that he can see inside and does not like the way his stomach fills with butterflies when he reads that they’re common ingredients in protection and good luck spells.

After constantly joking about it, you ask if you can actually put a love spell on him to strengthen yalls bond, he agrees because he honestly doesn’t expect it to affect him, not that he doesn’t believe in you or your abilities, but because he already loves you so much, he didn’t believe he could feel anymore love for you than he already did.

And plus he’s not gonna complain when you have him on his back, writhing under you as you you milk him for all he’s worth because you need his cum for the spell, he’s so fucked out after it that he can’t even remember you asking him in the first place.

So imagine his surprise when he suddenly can’t breathe when you’re not in the same room, when he needs you to function normally, he needs you to touch him, to look at him, to talk to him. He’s so needy and he’s so confused…until he sees a little jar sealed with red wax hung from a chain around your neck, right next to the key to his cock cage..

Is very confused when you hand him a drink after he’d been bitchy all day, it’s pretty, with a lime and orange slice floating in it, after taking a sip he visibly perks up before completely downing it all in one go, he looks at you with quirked brow and asks what your witchy ass cooked up this time, you look at him with a smirk and reply ‘just a lil thing I like to call my moody Judy potion.’ He looks at you with a dead stare before huffing and you catch a glimpse of a smile as he rolls his eyes and hugs you from behind.

He looks at you questioningly as you massage some kind of oil into your scalp and around your third eye, he asks you what it’s for, and you reply that it’s for easing nightmares before asking if he wants some, he says sure, cause hey, any excuse for a free head massage, and is pleasantly surprised when he sleeps like a log. He refuses to admit it, but that’s probably the best he’s slept in years.

Thinks it’s weird that you put lavender in your blunt before rolling it and taking a hit, so he leans over and puts his mouth over yours as you exhale the smoke. So yeah long story short, lavender is his favorite scent now cause it reminds him of you.

Is about to get on one knee when you offer to curse endeavor for him, and thinks you look unbelievably sexy sitting in the middle of his apartment, dressed in a skimpy outfit, surrounded by black and red candles, sprinkling dead bugs, nails, vinegar, and poisonous plants on to a picture of his asshole father, and is overjoyed when you ask him to do the honors of lighting the picture ablaze.

Thinks is so cool that you can fuck people up on the battlefield and spiritually

He’s low key scared of you 😭

Like he has watched you bash someones head in with a quartz tower he is not fucking around and finding out

And he witnessed first hand how hard endeavors PR team had to work after that lil curse. He has no doubt that you could kill him with a curse…or hell just one of your big ass crystals and a slingshot would do the trick.

He does love you though, and his fear of you low key makes him horny LMAO

Him helping you light candles and incense my heart-

Loves how you just straight up tell demons and entities to fuck off when you’re cleansing, he’s convinced you have no sense of fear.

He picks up pretty rocks and flowers he thinks you could use in spellwork

[songbirdsingingthings]

The Archer - Shoto Todoroki x Reader

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

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WARNINGS: S6 Spoilers, War arc manga spoilers, descriptions of injuries, angst, fluff

A/N: Another one inspired by queen TS (I recommend either listening or looking at the lyrics, they’re so good) - also, includes she/her pronouns for the reader

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The monotonous thrum of his heart rate monitor was the single thing Shoto could ground himself with. His eyesight was blurry, his sense of self shaky, and his skin was raw – like all of his nerves were exposed to the world. Shifting his arms was not an option, as with every adjustment he made the bandages would dig into his burned flesh.

Where his body was in shambles, stitched together by dexterous but rushed medical attention, his mind was frayed. It did not help that he’s been in isolation for hours upon hours, bedridden and left alone to his thoughts. And those thoughts were anything but rosy.

Everything that had happened from the moment he stepped into Jaku City to where he was now changed his entire perspective of the world. The heroes had, essentially, lost. His father, the number one hero, was beaten. Bakugou and Midoriya looked to be injured beyond repair. And, his long lost brother who on all accounts had been declared dead was well and alive… and was Dabi.

This was not how this mission was supposed to go. Shigaraki was supposed to be defeated, the Meta Liberation army captured, and this uprising put to rest. Instead, it seemed that the heroes simply threw yet another stack of delicate kindling atop a raging flame. Really, all Shoto could do was lay atop the stiff hospital bed and think.

He thought of his loved ones. Of his mother, Fuyumi, and Natsuo, and how they too were left with this grenade of information and how they must be dealing with it. He thought of his friends and teachers, and how he had no knowledge of who had lived and who had died. He thought of the civilians whose entire lives revolved around Jaku City. Their local grocery stores, the coffee shop that became a ritualistic stop on the way to work, the parks and playgrounds where children would play make believe.

However, there was one thing he refused to think of – you. To him, you fell into each of those three categories. 

Jaku was where your family lives, no, lived. He saw the all but destroyed sign of that flower shop you had mentioned working at part-time. He found street signs with names that he would hear drop from your lips as you tried to describe a story to the best of your ability. This was a place you had relished and thrived in. The mere notion of you having to fight for your life and those around you on the burning remains of your home was entirely too harrowing for Shoto to believe.

You are his classmate. You’re the girl who sits next to him in class and wakes up early to accompany him on morning runs. You have a blue spiral notebook that, while it holds notes, also provides a lined-paper canvas for doodles. Your bookbag sometimes slumps against his, which you always apologize for, but he never minds.

And deep, deep down, Shoto loves you. He wants to have you in his life after the both of you graduate. He wants to know you, really know you, and revel in all your favorites – color, book, animal, everything. He wants to hold your hand and lace his fingers with yours. He simply wants to be able to have the chance to love you.

What he does not want is for you to see him. Not like this, as the broken shell of who he had patched himself up to be. Shoto knew how who he was affected those around him. Maybe it was not directly his fault that his mother got sick or that his siblings existed in a fractured home, and why Toya became who he was. However, it was most definitely within his control how he behaved at the beginning of his time at UA. He was so hateful, so cold. His first iteration of his hero costume was the embodiment of his perspective – sheer ice. If he could go back and act differently, he would. Then he would have become friends with everyone faster and they wouldn’t have those preconceived notions.

But that was just who he was. Granted, Shoto accepted that fact and moved forward, striving to be the person and hero he wanted to be. But that didn’t stop him from driving people away. He was cold until he was warm, but he was warm until he became too hot. To others, he remained within those two extremities of his quirk – too mean and closed off or too much to deal with. You had always seen him in that happy medium of ‘warm,’ and he did not want to change that image of Shoto Todoroki.

It must have been early afternoon since Shoto could hear birdsong, but the rays of sunshine reaching through the windows became stronger. The burning in his esophagus had been healing properly, as he was assured multiple times by the doctors and nurses who frequented his room. His speech was hoarse, but functional – a fact that he was not going to take for granted. Friends had come by to see him, assuring Class 1A’s safety despite Midoriya’s current condition. 

He was grateful for company, but today being a no visitor day, he was also grateful for the quiet. He was moments from picking up a book from his bedside table – Little Women, the novel you had recommended a while back – when a cacophony of raised voices and door slamming arose from the hallway. He couldn’t catch much, just the measured yet strained tones from who he supposed to be doctors, and the fiery resonance from someone else. He tried to return to the pages, yearning to return the lives of the March daughters, before his door was swung open. Standing there, huffing breaths and desperately trying to tuck flyaways back to where they belonged, was you.

There was a large cut across your forehead, covered by a bandage but still bleeding. The hospital gown hung off of you and billowed when you shifted your weight. But most of all, an evident look of concern and relief flickered across your features.

“Shoto?” Your voice was small and laced with disbelief. He thought that his expression was a mimic of yours. He wanted to say your name, wanted to say he loved you and that he was so glad you’re okay. Instead, what leaves his lips is cold.

“Why are you here?” Your face twists in confusion.

“What do you mean ‘why am I here?’” You question, your tone holding an underlying hue of defense. Shoto turns his face towards the window and away from you.

“I think my words were quite clear.” Your mouth turns to a frown as you let the door close softly behind you. Shoto feels his heartbeat quicken the closer you get to his bed.

“I don’t believe you.” At your words, he scoffs, and faces you with a stony look.

“And why is that,” he asks in a monotone.

“Because I know you. And I see through you.” Shoto wills himself to stay apathetic.

“Then why,” he begins, his voice growing thick, “are you still here.” He keeps his eyes trained outside, but he feels a dip on the mattress.

“You know why,” you murmur. He feels your hand atop his, curling around it softly. 

Shoto feels as if his whole body was about to cave in on itself. After everything, everything that had come to light, here you were. He was being cold and defensive, yet here you were. He was broken, bruised, and bandaged… and here you were. 

Shoto held his breath as he turned to face you, bracing himself for the reality of what would hit him. There you were, your eyes and smile the kind of devastating beauty that some people can only read of in poetry. Your hands, although scabbed and callused, are soft to his touch. God, did he want to say everything that had been stored up in his brain.

“There you are,” you say, a smile growing on your lips. Your hands moved up to his face, gently cradling his bandaged cheeks in your palms. Almost reading his thoughts exactly, you brush your thumb in soothing circles. “None of this is your fault. Everyone loves you and cares about you. We’re all worrying and wondering how you’re holding up. How our friend is doing.” He sighs as he hears your words. 

“I am… strong. And weak. I’m angry, and I’m scared.” Your smile turns into one of understanding. “I am everything and nothing and I don’t know what to do.” Wordlessly, he slides over on the bed – no matter how much his burns and lacerations begged him not to – to make room for you.

“None of us would know how to react to everything that has just been thrown at your face. I…” you begin, but end up shaking your head. “Don’t think of it right now. And yes, you’re happy and sad, angry and scared, everything and nothing. But you can count on us to stick by your side. I will stay with you always. How could I even think of leaving?”

Shoto wants to say that anyone could think that. That, in the end, people would realize that to stay would become too much. But, when he sees that fiery passion in your eyes and feels the way you hold his hand. And he knows you. He loves you.

“Y/N, I–” he starts.

“I know.” You whisper, tucking strands of hair that had fallen in his eyes away. “Me too.” Shoto feels weightless at your confession and the confirmation of his. No more words were exchanged between the two of you before doctors eventually pulled you back to your own room. Instead, you just lingered in the silence and focused on holding the other's hands. Holding on to each other.

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