#if you have any shigadabi idea you want to see

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Title: Home is Where...

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-con

Tags: Yandere!Shigaraki, non-consensual somnophilia, sex toys, anal fingering, handjobs, semi-public sex, crossdressing, forced feminization, domestic submission, abusive relationships, anal sex, dacryphilia, League as family. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: A commission for @psi-neko , who wanted to see Yandere!Shigaraki, domestic submission, somnophilia, and more family moments with the League! 

The League has moved into a new safe house and Dabi is on lockdown after garnering too much attention from the police and heroes. He finds himself slowly but surely taking on more of the household chores, and that Shigaraki seems to be watching him at every moment. That's nothing to be worried about though, right? After all, the smell of rain that he keeps waking up to must just be his imagination, he always locks his door at night after all. 

Dabi is not entirely sure how they went from living on the streets to Shigaraki calling them all back to a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. He really has no fucking clue how the boss somehow got a three-story house with four bedrooms and a finished basement, fully furnished with the utilities on. No idea if this was a safe house or something that AFO had before that he somehow managed to figure out was still safe prior to Kurogiri getting arrested or what, but he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth too much. Really, really not going to complain when, despite arriving last, he ends up with one of the bedrooms upstairs with Duster, Compress and Toga in the rooms on the second floor, and Twice and Spinner taking the basement. 

They all get settled in, making sure that the blinds are shut tight in every room. If they can just do their best to not draw any attention from the neighbors then they should be able to stay here a while. But once they've gotten the lay of the land they all end up back downstairs in the living room for a debriefing, first one they've all been around for at the same time since just after dealing with Overhaul. And everything is fine, he would dare say normal even. He's been out recruiting, Toga and Compress have been doing spy shit, Spinner and Twice have been trying to find anyone that might be able to reproduce the quirk erasing bullets for them. All the stuff they're supposed to be doing--

"For the next few weeks, you four can also start looking for recruits again, but anyone even remotely interested has to be vetted by myself or Dabi prior to any meet-ups, understood?" Shigaraki doesn't even glance in Twice's direction as he says it, but they all feel that slight sting. Yeah well, none of them are mad at Jin about that-- he didn't know how much of a psycho Overhaul was gonna be. But Magne is still gone, Compress is still permanently disabled. It still was something that hurt them and they're making do in the aftermath. Whatever. "Dabi, you'll be at base until further notice. You can help me coordinate and decrypt the files my teacher left behind." 

He blinks. "What? No, I'm in charge of recruitment, Giran said he had something interesting in Fukuoka--" 

Shigaraki levels him with flat red eyes, "No. You've drawn far too much attention to yourself in the past few weeks. You're the most recognizable of us and your quirk is the most obvious and easy to trace. You're on house arrest until things cool off." 

He is really about to start bitching in earnest, but then he notices that Shigaraki isn't even clawing at his neck anymore. Which means he is dead set on this and just as ready for this to be a physical fight as Dabi was gearing up for a verbal one. He grits his teeth and bites out, "Fine." Which is a lot less of a fight than he would have put up at the beginning. At least they have a whole house to hole up in. Better than the shitty bar or the shack they were using a few weeks ago. 

The others seem to let out the collective breath that they were holding and Compress speaks up next. "I can check on things in Fukuoka, if you'd like." Dabi waves him off. They can do whatever the fuck they want. He doubts it was anything that interesting anyway. 

They finish up the meeting and when that's done, there's a pause. Been a long time since they had somewhere safe and comfortable to stay. Takes all of ten minutes before they all start to break off to do their own things. Thinks Toga is going to take a bath, Compress heads towards the kitchen to make sure that the rest of them actually eat, Spinner and Duster start in on some game from the ancient console gathering dust under the TV with Twice cheering them on, and he makes his way up to his room. As annoying as being locked down is, he has been doing the most running around for the past few months, has barely had a place to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time. Can't exactly say that he's going to resent the opportunity to pass out for a solid eight hours in an actual bed. 

The others, very wisely, don't bother him once he shuts himself away for the night. 

///

Dabi learns three things very, very quickly once he is on house arrest. The first is that he is bored all of the time. He always bitched at the others for being sat around doing nothing when he popped back into base with updates, but he gets it now. There just isn't that much to do. He and Shigaraki work on trying to coordinate and run down leads based on what they still have from AFO, but that's a lot of putting out lines and waiting for a bite. They can't train with their quirks without drawing attention, and they can't leave the house. Thank god they have power and internet here at least because he's pretty sure he would be pulling out staples just for something to do otherwise. 

The second thing that becomes increasingly obvious is that the rest of his cohorts have never lived in a house like this, or if they did, they were never responsible for its upkeep. Spinner and Twice are so bluntly and obviously reclusive bachelors and they are always leaving dishes in the sink and laundry in the dryer. Pretty sure neither of them have ever touched a fucking vacuum in their lives either. Toga knows how to do chores and usually doesn't make too much of a mess, has gotten glimpses of her room and it's cluttered with as many cute things as she can get her hands on to make her space feel warm and homey, but generally clean. Compress, unsurprisingly, seems to know how to keep things in order, but he's not around as much since he has been traveling the most. Shigaraki, from what he can tell, also knows how to clean up after himself, but he definitely wasn't doing the majority of housework with Kurogiri or AFO. And Dabi is trying very, very hard not to care, or think about any of that. He lasts all of nine days. Gets up one morning and finds the sink piled high with dishes and mud tracked in from the back door and unfortunately cannot contain himself any longer. 

By the time the others are making their way downstairs he's vacuumed and scrubbed the floors, dusted everything from the baseboards to the ceiling fans, wiped down the counters and furniture with cleaner, cleaned the bathrooms, washed and put away the dishes, made breakfast, and written out a grocery list to plan for the rest of the week. There's definitely a confused, sleepy air hanging around the others as they come into the kitchen, an island at the center and dining area tucked off to the side before leading into the backyard, and find food laid out and waiting. 

"You... cooked?" And Spinner sounds genuinely baffled. 

"Yeah well, none of you fucking can." He snaps, Compress excluded, but he's not in a particularly charitable mood at the moment. 

"You cleaned too." And Shigaraki's tone is more considering. 

He sneers at them all. "Clearly none of you are capable of that either. If you make a mess on purpose I'll fucking incinerate you." Turns back to the sink to finish rinsing the cooking dishes and get those loaded into the dishwasher. "Food's getting cold." 

Really not expecting Toga to press along his back, catching him in a tight, warm hug that does something unforgivable to his chest, as she murmurs, "Thanks, Dabi." 

Genuinely glad he always sounds gruff with them when he mutters back, "Whatever, leech." 

So he takes over the household stuff, and that only alleviates his boredom about thirty percent of the time. Unfortunately, that does lead him to his third observation: Shigaraki seems to be always watching him. 

That's something he becomes aware of by inches. At first, he just noticed that he started seeing Shig at least once a day, then a little more often. He chalked that up to the fact that he started cooking most meals now that they weren't living off of convenience store food and cup noodles, but no. Whenever he was in one of the other rooms, Duster would wander in and find a reason to stay. Usually didn't make small talk with him, which he was perfectly happy to avoid, but he didn't know why the other man would keep getting into his space. Definitely didn't like how Shigaraki always seemed to be watching him with those sharp, creepy blood red eyes whenever he glanced up from whatever he was doing. Something about the look robbed him of the attitude he would have leveled at the others for staring. 

Maybe it was because Shigaraki never did it when the others were around, which left some kind of alarm bell ringing in the back of his mind. But their creepy boss hasn't done anything yet. Doesn't know how he would even bring it up without sounding insanely paranoid on top of his usual bitchiness. So Dabi doesn't say anything. 

Probably should have. 

///

Things come to a head one night after dinner. The others are still all out, might not come back for a day or two depending on any difficulties they might find traveling. He and Shig eat, they don't talk much, not usually in an uncomfortable way. More in a  not really knowing what to even talk about when it's just them that's not work, and they've already dealt with that today. So instead things are quiet as they eat. When they're finished, Dabi starts to clean up. The annoyance about doing the housework had worn off stunningly quickly in the wake of not having much to do. At least he can be useful while trapped in the house. And the cleaning, cooking, just... putting things in order, it taps into something in his head. Calms him down. Can't control how fast he's going to get to his revenge, hasn't been in control of most of what's happened to him for the past decade, but at least in this place, he's able to exercise some control over his situation. 

He's fucking glad they have a dishwasher though, because the seams across his palms are already not thrilled with how much he's been irritating them with scrubbing floors, and tubs, and surfaces. Lets out a soft hiss of breath as the hot water hits his seam and that one has just had it with his bullshit today. A thin trickle of blood goes pink and washes away with the water. He turns off the tap and is about to reach for a towel, but he's abruptly paused when Shigaraki is right in his space. His skin heats sharply as his panic spikes when the other man catches him with four fingers around his wrist. Duster acts as if he hasn't even noticed, like this is normal, before bringing the towel to his hand and gently drying his skin. He's careful not to pull at his staples any more than Dabi already has, but it's still so strange that Dabi can't relax. 

"I didn't realize you would be such a good homemaker." Definitely hasn't ever heard Shigaraki's voice low like that and it has his skin bristling. Especially when he tries to pull his hand back and Shig holds a little tighter, raised finger dropping just enough to keep him from giving a more insistent tug as his nervousness spikes. 

"...Better soldier, if you let me stop spinning my wheels." He tries to sound mostly unfazed, but he doesn't think he pulls it off. 

"No, I like having you right here, where I can see you. Where I know you're being so well-behaved for me." His mind goes unhelpfully blank when Shigaraki lifts his hand, dips his head, so he can press a soft kiss to his aching seam. Dabi bristles slightly. Tries to pull his hand back again, and that last deadly finger lowers a little more. He stills. Lets Duster press his palm briefly to his cheek before he straightens and lets go of him. It takes more restraint than he knew he had to not snatch his hand back from the space between them, to move slowly and deliberately, leaving the rest of the dishes and stepping around the other man who has practically trapped him between the sink and island. 

"Not sure what it says that you're turned on by housework, but I'm not interested, Duster." 

Sends something very cold through his gut when Shigaraki keeps watching him with those dissecting red eyes and the barest touch of a smile curling his lips. "You will be, firefly." He really does not like how sure the other man sounds and as soon as he's far enough away that he'd be able to set off his flames faster than he thinks Shigaraki could reach for him, he turns and heads swiftly back upstairs to his room. Throwing the lock into place isn't really that much of a reassurance when the whole door could be turned to dust in a few seconds, but that would be pretty hard for Shigaraki to explain to the others. Still has a hard time falling asleep that night. 

///

Shigaraki doesn't treat him any differently while they're working, but he is always watching him while he's in the common areas of the house, especially when he's cleaning or cooking. Doesn't try anything again, but those red eyes are following him into his sleep. 

The first dream happened after he finally managed to sleep the night Shigaraki cornered him in the kitchen. Had been so simple. Cool lips against his cheek through the dark, fingers trailing along his throat, down his chest, stopping as they drifted low on his stomach. And then nothing. He woke up the next morning foggy and confused, but didn't think too hard about it. Not until the same thing happened the next night. The lips in his dream trailed a little further along his jaw, the fingers starting on his thighs and working their way up. He did his best to ignore it, but when he swore that he was starting to come out of sleep with the smell of petrichor in his nose, the smell that follows Shigaraki around, he started to question if it was just paranoia and weird dreams. Still hasn't said anything though, doesn't know how he can even bring it up without stirring the pot in a way he really doesn't want to, especially when his door is always firmly locked when he comes to each morning. 

Wakes up this morning with the memory of lips pressing softly to his own and resolves that he's going to have to do something about these weird ass dreams before he loses any more of his mind. He gets dressed, though he's given up on his villain gear, sticking with casual clothes until he's allowed out of the house again, and heads to go get started on breakfast. Not expecting to nearly trip on a small brown box as he opens his door. Dabi pauses, nudges it with his toe, half expecting it to be some kind of prank. He would absolutely not put it past Toga to try to glitter bomb him-- but the box is light and inert against his socked foot. He picks it up and retreats over to the desk to get the scissors. 

When he gets it open he finds a pair of black rubber gloves inside. It's a gift that only serves to confuse him more. Isn't sure if it's an apology for being so weird the other night, or if Duster is just that level of inept that the whole situation came off so much creepier than he'd intended. 

Either way, his seams are a lot happier with him when he wears them as he's wiping down the counters after breakfast, and Duster looks a little self-satisfied as well. He doesn't thank the other man. An additional fee for being such a creep. 

///

Dabi is starting to think that there is a plot happening in the house, and paranoid or not, it definitely seems to be conspiring against him in particular. Because this is the second time in as many days that he's walked into a room and conversation has abruptly died. 

"What the fuck is going on?" Maybe a touch nastier than he usually is with them at this point, but he does not like how they all are suddenly pretending to be busy with their own things as he comes in to get started on dinner, the kitchen open to the living room. 

"Nothing!" Toga says too loud, too quick, too bright with a big smile full of fangs. Doesn't believe her for a second and she must know it. But she continues anyway, "What's for dinner?" 

"Fucking nothing unless you spill the beans, brat." 

"Oh, that's alright, Dabi." Compress says as he pushes off the couch, already undoing his cufflinks to roll his sleeves. "You've been doing so much of the domestic chores, why don't I handle dinner tonight?" 

And he really doesn't know what to do with the way that makes his chest kind of hurt a little. "Whatever, do what you want." Feels incredibly petulant when he turns his ass right back around and heads upstairs. Fine, if they don't want him to know whatever's going on, if they want to mock him for trying to find ways to occupy his time, then they can fend for their fucking selves. He drops onto his bed and figures he'll go down and eat after the others are finished. He hears Duster pass by his room and the door shut softly half an hour later. 

He wasn't even tired when he laid down, but in a matter of minutes his eyes are so heavy he couldn't keep them open if he wanted to. 

///

Cold hands on his body, cool lips against his neck, a weight settled over him. Dabi squirms in the dark, trying to shift away. Something in him knows that the sensations are wrong, that something is going on, but his mind is so thick and foggy he can't pay attention. The dream presses in closer. It pushes up his shirt to expose his chest and there are lips and fingers there too. Teasing little licks and tugs at his piercings that are making his skin go hotter. A lot hotter when there's pressure against his crotch. When after a few teasing strokes and squeezes, a hand is slipping into his pants. Oh. Dabi lets out a thin moan, forgetting the discomfort from before as he has good friction against his cock for the first time in ages. Can't even remember the last time he jacked off. Just knows that having a cool, firm touch against his overheated skin is sending his pleasure higher. The touches are firm and sure, they move against him and he lets himself be swept along by the sensations. His skin is nearly humming, everything feeling so much more intense in the blackness of his dream. Wonders if that's why he imagines the smell of petrichor again. 

"Shigaraki?" His tongue is so heavy, the word slurred so much that he barely thinks it can even count as a word in the first place. But the hand around his cock stills for a second, but then it's moving again, firmer, faster, and the lips are back at his neck. Makes everything feel so much better with an insistence that has him moaning and squirming again, his cock dripping against the phantom palm stroking him. Is teetering on the edge of his orgasm so soon. Is sent over the edge when teeth start at his neck, licking and sucking, and then biting hard enough that he's whimpering as that little flare of pain is enough. His orgasm feels so good as it washes over him. It leaves his muscles trembling softly as he settles again. As the teeth pull themselves from his skin and lips press another kiss there instead. 

The darkness feels much heavier again and the rest of his dream is blissfully empty. 

///

"Dabi?" Toga's voice coming through the door, accompanied by a knock. Fuck, he feels like he got hit by a train. Can't remember the last time he slept so hard. He starts to shift and is abruptly more awake than he was a moment ago because the inside of his sweatpants is soiled and sticky with old cum. His face burns and he glances at the door, overwhelmingly relieved that it's locked as she tries the handle gently.

He thinks he manages to sound annoyed instead of embarrassed when he snaps, "What, leech?" 

There's a slight pause, "We made breakfast, are you going to come down?" Breakfast? He glances over at the clock and blinks. Nine a.m. It was definitely barely after seven when he came in here last night. Doesn't know how that happened. Fuck, the others probably thought he was acting like even more of a mopey teenager than he was. 

"Yeah, I'll be down in a bit, brat." Anything to get her to leave so he can be mortified about the mess he's made of himself in private. Hears her footsteps going and gets out of bed, stripping out of his sweats and trying to clean up a bit with some tissues before he has to make his way to the bathroom. He thought he was in a coma during the embarrassing wet dream years, really didn't think he was going to have to deal with them now. Must have been more pent up than he thought to have such a weird dream. 

He's not really thinking that much when his hand moves to his neck, to where he remembers teeth. It's tender to the touch and the blood drains from his face. throws on clean clothes and heads to the bathroom. The mirror offers no insights, his skin too dark to see a bruise. Dabi tries to calm down. His door was locked, he'd unlocked it himself, heard it rattle soundly in place when Toga tried. Must have just slept weird and his dreams turned the ache into a sensation that went along with the rest of the dream. He tries to shake the uneasiness from his mind as he cleans up and gets ready for the day.

By the time he's made it downstairs, he can already hear the others all lively in the kitchen, food already on the table. 

"Yo, there you are, what happened to you last night, man?" Spinner greets from in front of the fridge, taking out the pitcher of orange juice. 

"I tried to knock last night and you didn't answer," Shigaraki says dryly, not even looking up from whatever game he's tapping away at on his phone. Shigaraki? Tries to shake himself quickly before heat can head to his face. Must have heard him through the door. Must have been why he'd thought of him--

"I put on a book," taken to listening to them while he's been working around the house with his headphones on. "And it literally bored me to sleep." Not really expecting a palpable release of tension to be banished from the room, but the others all seem to perk up, except Duster who looks completely nonplussed by the whole situation. 

"So you're not mad?" 

Definitely was last night, but that feels a million miles away now. "No, is that about to change abruptly?" 

"It depends on how you feel about puns, I guess," Spinner says, which instills no confidence in him as Toga rushes over to the table and pulls a flat box off of his chair, before bringing it back to him, nearly bouncing. 

"Open it!"

"We wanted to thank you for everything you've been doing for us over the past few weeks," Compress tells him more calmly as he hesitantly takes the box. Kind of wants to crawl out of his skin as he opens it under their watchful eyes. 

The ache in his chest goes so much sharper as he pulls the bundle of blue and black fabric from the box. An apron, messily died into a black and blue gradient, puffy paint messily declaring 'If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen!' on the front. Little blobs of blue paint frame the kanji on either side that he thinks are supposed to be flames. He doesn't say anything for an agonizingly long moment, doesn't know how to speak when his lungs feel like they've collapsed in on themselves. It takes him a second to look up and he finds that they're all watching him, an earnestness across their features that he thinks is going to tear him open at the seams. 

"You're all a bunch of fucking saps." But his voice is not as even as he'd like it to be. 

Says something about how well he's let them know him that none of them comment on it, instead letting him slip into his chair at the table and starting the usual chatter as they start to eat. They still leave to go out on their jobs, he's still on house arrest, but when he goes to clean up the mess from breakfast, he does it with his gloves and apron on. 

///

Things go back to normal, for everyone else. The others were apparently sneaking around the house and whispering because they were trying to figure out how to make the gift and were worried about him overhearing, but now that the cat is out of the bag, they're all back to normal. And Dabi is still having wet dreams like a horny teenager and he's absolutely fucking mortified about it. He's been sleeping so deeply, feeling hands all over him in the dark, stroking him and bringing him off, kisses pressed along his jaw, cheeks, and neck, fingers toying with his nipples, he feels so filthy every time he wakes up with cum staining the inside of his pajamas. Never had this happen before and what's worse is that every dream is full of indistinguishable heavy darkness and the smell of rain. Which means that he's dreaming about Shigaraki every time and he really doesn't know what to do about that. Only just started getting along with him for work things a few weeks ago, didn't think that would develop into anything else, but apparently, the other man had infected him with that kiss against his seams to have his subconscious so needy for him. 

Not that he's ever going to let Duster know that. 

The dreams become such a persistent and embarrassing routine over the next week that Dabi finally gives in and tries to cut them off. Fine, he's clearly more sexually frustrated than he thought he was, okay, so he deals with that. He honestly is more interested in going out and railing or getting railed than masturbating, but since he's still on lockdown, he settles for this. Digs out a packet of lube from the bottom of his duffle and gets on his bed. Tries to think about anything besides the dreams and his creepy boss, but the four-fingered touches keep coming to the forefront of his mind as he starts to stroke himself. By the time there are thin wisps of smoke coming out of his seams and he's dripping against his palm, Dabi has his knuckles pressed to his mouth, trying to muffle any sounds. Would be absolutely mortifying if, 

"Tomura," Shigaraki heard him gasping his name through the wall as Dabi stripes his hand with his cum. Mortifying enough as is. He cleans up, pulls his pajama bottoms back on, and hits the light, hoping that he's staved off the dreams for the night. If he can just avoid waking up in soiled sweats again, then he will accept this as a win. 

///

Hands on his body, rougher than before. They pull at his pajamas, never tugged at his clothes like this before, taking them off as lips move almost frantically across his jaw. Until they seal over his own. Definitely never done that before. Fingers on his jaw as soon as he's pulled away his sweats, pulling his mouth open so a tongue can push greedily inside. Dabi lets out a muffled sound, not sure what's happening why the dream is so much more than it usually is, jolting slightly when the hands go back to his thighs and spread them wide so that a solid weight can settle between them. Dabi feels more overwhelmed, more devoured by the touches than he has in any of the dreams before, the mouth barely leaving his long enough for him to breathe, and he starts to struggle, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations. It has the hands around his thighs tightening sharply, hard enough that it pulls at the staples there and sparks pain across his skin. 

He lets out a sharper gasp as his eyes open, trying to flinch away from the pressure. Shigaraki holds him still as he presses in to kiss him again. 

Dabi lets out a thin sound of shock as reality comes crashing in on him. Not wet dreams, not a dream, Shigaraki touching him, coming into his room-- Panic, fear, disgust, all spike so sharply in him as he reaches for his quirk, as he tries to get his sleep-heavy limbs coordinated enough to push him away, to light him on fire for touching him-- and his quirk doesn't react at all. His arms feel like noodles as he gets his hands against Shigaraki's chest. Can't put any force behind the movement. Tries to bite him, and it's barely a nip. 

Shigaraki pulls away after a moment, red eyes locking with his and dark with his lust. "There you are, firefly. Was hoping you would wake up for this." 

"G...et off," hard to speak too, fuck, everything feels heavy and hazy. Been sleeping so hard lately, fuck, not sleeping. Drugged. Doesn't know how Shigaraki has been doing it, but he must have been. Dabi is far too paranoid to sleep through someone sneaking into his room. 

"Oh sweetheart, why would I do that?" Dabi is choked with panic as he feels Shigaraki wrap four ungloved fingers around his half-hard cock, stroking him like he's already figured out every way to make him hot. Has, probably, in the week he's been molesting him in his sleep. "When you wanted me so badly earlier you couldn't even wait for me to come and see you, pretty boy." 

He tries to shake his head, tries to squirm away, can barely move at all. "S-stop," 

"Been waiting so long for you to show me that you were ready for more." Terror and anguish crash in on his chest when wet fingers start to rub against his hole, making him nearly whimper. 

"Don't!" Can't get as much force behind the word as he wants, but the more he tries to focus, the easier speech becomes. If he shouts--

"Shh, don't want the others to hear you, pretty thing." Duster sinks a finger inside of him and Dabi lets out a harsh pant. Can't move enough to fight him, can't use his quirk for some reason, if he has to scream for help then fine, anything to keep from being raped by his psychotic boss. The hand around his cock shifts to his thigh, Shigaraki starts to drum his fingers against the skin over his artery, a deliberate, threatening rhythm as his mouth trails along his cheek so he can murmur in his ear. "You wouldn't want them to come knocking and find you like this, would you? Pretty cock dripping and hole stretching so eagerly around my fingers, door locked, not even struggling? Do you really think they would believe you if you said you didn't want it?" He pushes in a second finger as he's speaking, rubbing and stretching, and then crooking-- Dabi lets out an involuntary moan, his eyes squeezing shut as Shigaraki rubs against his prostate and sends unwanted pleasure spilling out across his nerves. "When your body is so clearly desperate for my cock, sweetheart? Scream if you want, precious, happy to show off the cute sounds you always make when I'm touching you." Lips pressing softly and sweetly against his cheek as Dabi whimpers, words dying in his throat. The fingers keep tapping along his thigh. Prepared to kill or maim him if he tries anyway. 

He grits his teeth and swallows away any screams or further protests as Shigaraki keeps working him open. Gets him stretched and wet, his body forced pliant from whatever the other man dosed him with. And then he's shifting, pulling his cock free from his sleep pants and Dabi can't help it, lets out a weak sob. He doesn't think he's ever felt more helpless since he was a child as Shigaraki spreads lube over himself before resettling between his legs and pushing his thick head against his hole. Duster presses more soft kisses against his cheeks, under his eyes as the first drops of blood slip over his cheeks, shushing him gently. 

He cries harder as Shigaraki presses inside of his body. Wanted to be full like this a few hours ago, and his body keeps betraying him by feeling so good as he's stretched so full of Duster's cock. Bites as hard as he can at his lip, trying to chase away the pleasure dancing along his nerves, but Shigaraki must want it to feel good. Kisses him again and again, hands moving over his body, one returning to stroke his cock in time with his deliberate rolling thrusts that have him sinking in so deep and rubbing over his prostate each time he moves. A slow, deliberate, building rhythm that soaks his body in unwanted arousal even as his stomach curdles. Can't help the little breathless whimpers that keep sneaking out of him. 

"Perfect, baby, so pretty when you cry, feel so good," fucks him leisurely, like he has all the time in the world. "So glad you finally called for me, firefly. Didn't know how long I could keep waiting," more kisses, hands holding him a little tighter. "Told you that you would want it, can't wait to have you like this every night." 

Doesn't know if it's terror or shame that consumes him as Shigaraki keeps murmuring in his ear as he works them both steadily towards their climaxes. Just knows that by the time it's over he's been broken again in some new, fresh way he has no idea how to cope with. 

///

Dabi's not quite sure how it could even happen, but somehow he managed to pass out after that. Wakes up feeling foggy and a little sore, his gut hollow, and skin cleaner than it should be. And cuddled up against Shigaraki's chest, deadly hands petting softly over his skin and face pressed into his hair. Dabi tenses, reaching for his quirk--

"None of that, firefly." A burst of pain starts somewhere near his lower back, a spike of something numb and cold before agony creeps through him and he loses all of the breath in his lungs in a split second as he hears his skin crack. Dabi sharply drops his temperature again, doesn't dare try to reach for his flames again and the pain stops. The whole room is spinning as he realizes that Shigaraki just used Decay on him. Hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look up, and Dabi can't help the muted sound of terror that slips out of his lips to have him touching him there. Duster's eyes are warm, a soft smile on his lips, "Shh baby, it's alright, can you take a slow breath for me?"

Can he? Dabi forces himself to as Shigaraki rubs his thumb just under his eye, can feel four points of contact against his cheek. He manages to suck in a breath. 

"Good boy, out." He listens, trapped between deadly hands, until he's not hyperventilating anymore. But the pain still radiating out from his back is sharp and raw. "There." He holds very still as Shigaraki leans in and presses a soft kiss to his lips. 

"Shigaraki this is-- you can't do this," He doesn't know if he's ever heard his voice so thin and terrified. 

Shigaraki's voice has no right to be so soft as he pulls Dabi even closer until their foreheads are pressed together. "Why not? You came and found me, you decided to stay by my side, you've been so eager to show me how useful you can be. You've been practically begging for me to make you mine." One hand stays on his cheek, but the other wraps back around his waist, pulling their bodies even closer, and Dabi's panic spikes. "I was going to wait a little longer, until you came to me again, but last night, you were so needy, so desperate to be claimed, I couldn't leave you aching." Lips against his temple. "And now you don't have to worry about that again. Never going to be needy now that you're mine." 

"Shigaraki--" Words turning to ash in his throat as the hand trails down to his ass, swallowing hard and trembling, not sure if he's more terrified of the sting of Decay or if he's scared of him forcing his fingers inside dry. 

"Mine, Dabi, you understand that, don't you, sweetheart?" 

"Stop, Shig, please--" 

"Mine," Duster murmuring the words against his temple, "Because everyone knows you're with the League, because if you try to run, no one will help you. Because if you try to use your quirk," the hand moves up to his back again, pressing roughly enough on the wound that he cries out softly. "I'll have to use mine." Did it over one of his patches of scars, he realizes dizzily. Even if he told the others, if he tries to show them proof-- probably just looks like one of his staples tore loose. Anguish is building in his chest. "I don't want to do that. You're so beautiful, I don't want to have to punish you, but I will if you make me."

"Don't," Always thought Shigaraki was kind of creepy, but Dabi never expected to be scared of him. "Please, we can forget about this, I won't say anything--" Has had so many horrible things happen to him, what's one more? Can put this away, can hide it, and hold on until he finds an opportunity to burn Shigaraki out too. 

Shigaraki ignores him, "There are some rules that you'll have to follow now that you're mine, baby boy. And as long as you follow them," fingers digging into the wound again, making black spots burst across his vision, "I won't have to punish you again. Understand?" 

He really thinks he might vomit, but he forces himself to nod. 

"Good boy, we're going to go over them now," Shigaraki presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "On your hands and knees, baby." 

Dabi gives a weak sob even as he starts to move.

///

That was three weeks ago. Shigaraki made sure that he was settled into his ownership, made sure that he was used to his new routine and Dabi had a few more patches of Decay across his body from fighting at first. Stopped soon enough when he realized just how unhinged Shigaraki is, when he was made abundantly aware that if he kept struggling that he wouldn't even make it to a fight with his father. 

The others still come and go for their own jobs, Shigaraki still has him working on things he doesn't need to leave for, and... has him doing the housework. Mocked him for that before this started, but now it's become clear that's part of whatever delusion the other villain has constructed. That this is their home, not just a safe house, that Dabi is doing all of this as an act of service, of devotion. Makes him sick to his stomach because it kind of was before Shigaraki twisted it. Started cleaning just because he couldn't stand the mess, but then the others had been so surprised, so happy with it all. He'd started doing it for them. Thinks that's the only reason he doesn't hate it now as he keeps at it even when--

"Are you almost finished, baby?" Deadly hands catch him around his hips as Shigaraki's body presses along his spine. He doesn't even shiver anymore. Routine. 

"Yes, sir." Was cleaning up after prepping things for dinner. The others won't probably be back until late, just wanted to have things ready to throw in the oven once they came back. Routine to have Shigaraki peppering kisses along his neck, a hand slipping over his ass and making him all too aware of the plug keeping him ready to take the other man's cock whenever he wants him to. 

Routine to have him wake every morning, shower, prepare himself for the day, and then have to go into Shigaraki's room, get on his hands and knees, and let the other man open him up and slip the plug inside. Makes him wear it until they turn in for the night, only takes it out then. At first, he thought that would mean that Shigaraki would be using him every day, but he doesn't. Just wants the constant knowledge that he will again to sit on his nerves. He belongs to Duster, keeping him full of the plug is a reminder. 

But Sir does actually seem to want him right now. He can feel him pressing half-hard against him as his mouth moves over his skin, the other hand snaking around to slip under his apron and shirt to toy with the seam curving across his stomach. Dabi hates how quickly he's learned every place that can make him hot, how he always makes sure his need is so high against his will that by the time Sir's cock is buried inside of him, he can't do anything but sob and moan, his body betraying him when he rocks back to get more friction. He does his best not to squirm as his face starts to heat with his humiliation. 

"Please sir, just a few more minutes? I just want to keep things tidy for you." 

"Yeah, sweetheart?" But his mouth is more insistent against his neck. Sensitive there from his scars and none of his other partners ever touched him there because of them. Between that, the probing touches slowly drifting lower across his stomach, and Tomura grinding his cock against him, it has him close to trembling embarrassingly quickly as sour arousal starts to slip along his nerves. "Always being such a good girl," Dabi's humiliation spikes sharply, his face burning as he really does start to shake. Another thing of Shigaraki's. Likes to call him that, treat him like his little housewife. Makes Dabi disgusted with himself because it has his cock starting to harden. Worse because Duster chuckles against his skin, knows how hot that makes him too. "What if I want you to be a mess, precious?" 

The hand moves from his stomach up to his mouth and Dabi opens automatically. Knows that he's supposed to. Sir presses his fingers past his lips, has him lick at them. He's already wet, but he would rather have more than less when it comes to being split open around Sir's cock, so he licks at his cool skin until Tomura is satisfied. Is expecting the other man to make him bend over the island again and tug his sweats down so he can remove his plug and fuck him full, but instead his wet hand slips down his front, under his waistband. Dabi lets out a thready moan as he wraps his fingers insistently around his cock and starts to stroke and tease him. Doesn't know if this is better or worse, but Shigaraki doesn't always want to get off himself when he corners Dabi. Seems to take so much delight in making him 'feel good' like for every second of forced pleasure, Dabi isn't left sobbing just as long. Tomura's mouth goes back to his neck as he strokes him, his other hand slipping under his shirt to toy with the piercings through his nipples. Dabi tries to ignore everything else, just let it happen and then it will be over again. 

At least... at least Tomura's obsessions all just want him subservient, want him... enjoying himself if not happy. Doesn't seem to delight in any greater cruelty than making him cry. Doesn't seem to actually enjoy hurting him with his quirk when he misbehaves. It could be worse, it could be so much worse, he remembers how his mother used to not be able to walk, how her pale skin would be mottled with bruises over and over again until she finally got pregnant with Shoto. If he has to endure this, then he'd rather Shigaraki be obsessed with the idea of them as a happy couple rather than as a plaything to be used and ruined at his whim. 

"Tomura," Gasped out because he's starting to drip as the other man plays with his ladder, his mouth sucking a bruise no one will be able to see on the sensitive patch of skin just below his ear. 

"That's it, princess, show me how much you want it." 

Hard to make his shaking muscles comply, but he forces himself to start to move, fucking into Shigaraki's hand as his arousal creeps higher and higher. Will probably be over once he cums. Tomura will probably want him on his knees later before he takes out his plug. Tries to put that out of his mind. Friction is friction. 

He's so close when he hears the front door unlock and his veins are drenched with ice. He tries to twist away from Shigaraki. The others don't know about this. Doesn't want them to know. Doesn't know how he would tell them. What Shigaraki would do to them if they tried to stop what's happening? Duster is more than willing to use force to get what he wants, has let so many other members of the League be tossed aside if that would get him closer to his goals. Would he hurt them to keep him just like this?

Sir's hand moves faster over him, keeping his pleasure sharp as he hears Spinner enter the house with a loud, "Yo," in greeting. 

"If you track in mud," Dabi is almost proud of how little his voice shakes, how agitated he manages to sound instead of humiliated, "I'll kill you, gecko." Rain has been pattering against the roof all day. Must be soaked. He's dripping all over Tomura's hand. Dabi shoves his knuckles between his teeth to muffle any sounds as Duster twists at his piercings and sinks his teeth into the other side of his neck. Just hard enough. Learned that just the right spark of pain--

"Yeah, yeah, I'm taking off my boots." 

Dabi lets out a harsh pant and a muffled cry as Shigaraki rolls his hips against his, making his plug shift inside of him, and that does it. Spills all over his boxers and sweats, his legs wanting to drop out from under him. Can't let the unwanted pleasure of his orgasm shake through him for too long, realizes that he did exactly what Sir wanted and made a mess as he moves away from him, going over to wash his hands before helping him to put things away. Dabi is about to be absolutely mortified when their companion walks in before he realizes that his apron is hiding the wet spot from view. 

Spinner comes in and starts to give them an update about a potential group of recruits he's found and Dabi pretends to pay attention. Can't focus on anything but the cum drying against his skin. 

///

Dabi feels even more off than he has for the past few weeks by the time he gets up the next morning and makes his way to Shigaraki's room. He barely knocks, Duster always seems to know where he is, and at this point, he's absolutely positive that the whole house is bugged in some way or another, and Shigaraki's door is always unlocked for him in the morning anyway. He steps inside and abruptly realizes that Shigaraki's room must also be soundproof because Tomura is on the phone. He's still in his pajamas, his plug isn't waiting for him on the bed or nightstand, Shigaraki sitting at the desk tapping away at a tablet that Dabi hasn't seen before. 

"--press is extracting that information as we speak." Duster also has the box of quirk-erasing bullets on the table. "Once that's finished we'll be moving to a location closer to your main lab." Oh, talking to the monster maker. That's actually probably good news as far as their goals go. Means that they might be moving forward soon. Shigaraki glances up at him and waves him off. Never let any of them talk to the monster maker, clearly doesn't want him eavesdropping on this conversation. Dabi is more than happy to leave the room without the unwanted accessory. He starts back towards his room. None of the others are home this morning, as far as he's aware, and he might as well wait for Duster to finish his call before he starts on breakfast--

A recklessness surges through him. He gets dressed in his civilian clothes, doesn't dare try to grab his bag, doesn't take anything that would make it obvious that he's not coming back. If things are bugged then Shigaraki is likely to stop him if he sees even a trace of his intentions. He heads downstairs and writes a note, just says he's going to pick up a few things for later, even takes his phone with him. He'll ditch it on the street near the shop and hop a train. At least then if Duster can somehow track it, he might buy himself a little extra time. Dabi doesn't waste any more time and starts on his way. It's the first time he's been out of the house in... god, months? 

He makes his way as swiftly as he can in the direction he wants to go, but it's not raining for the first time in days, and even overcast, people are all over the streets, trying to soak up the fresh air while they can get it. It makes moving slow going and frustrating. Not going to be able to just slink along the main streets, too risking with so many people out and about. Going to have to take side streets and back alleys. Wouldn't normally be a problem but that slows his progress to a crawl. He was always planning on hopping a train in the seedier part of town but this is torture. Takes him an hour just to get into the commercial district. 

Really shouldn't be surprised that he's barely there when his phone chimes. Not surprising at all that it's Shigaraki's name that pops up with the alert. 

Duster: I didn't give you permission to leave. 

He takes a breath, tempted to ditch his phone right now and just sprint to the nearest train station. But Shigaraki didn't call him. Duster always calls them when he wants something. He doesn't like having anything written down in case one of them gets caught. Did he not call because he's already following him? Because Dabi would be able to tell he was moving and not in the house? Never seen Shigaraki text unless he was giving Kurogiri an extraction point--

The next text comes through with the name of the street he's on and Dabi's gut goes leaden. Should have known better. Duster never thought to lock him in the house, just told him to stay and he had because Dabi knew that getting away would be impossible. He takes a shaky breath and responds, 

Dabi: I just wanted to pick up something special for tonight. It's just going to be us, isn't it, sir?

Keeps going without a response. 

Dabi: I'm being careful, I promise I'll be home soon.

Duster: One hour, Dabi. 

Doesn't make an overt threat over the phone, but Dabi knows that he's in for hell if he doesn't make it on time. Has only been punished for small things, flinching away from his touch, trying to push him away, talking back. He doesn't want to know what Tomura will do to him if he's not perfect. 

His eyes scan the street a little franticly. Needs to find something to make his outing seem worth it, and he needs to do it quickly. 

///

It's honestly a miracle that it starts raining as he exits the grocery store. It means that people start to tuck themselves back inside and he's able to run and it just looks like he's trying to keep his shopping from getting too wet on his way to his destination. The rain is probably the only thing that keeps him from being late as he slips back into the house fifty-five minutes after Tomura's warning. He lets his quirk vent through his skin, his tension over the past almost-hour high enough that as soon as he loosens his hold on it, the water starts to evaporate from his clothes. He moves to get out of his boots and pauses at the array of shoes his are joining. 

"Dabi!" Toga's voice is bright from the living room. 

"Don't track in mud," Spinner mocks him from the same direction. He catches his breath, stops steaming, and hangs up his jacket before making his way in their direction with his bags. 

Sure enough, the rest of the League is there, Shigaraki included, all gathered around in the living room. Looks like someone brought back takeout for lunch. "Don't you all have jobs?" They weren't supposed to be here. His eyes flit to Duster's and Shigaraki is watching him, but doesn't say anything as he pivots and starts to head towards the kitchen. 

"Circumstances ended up bringing us all home a bit early." Compress remarks. 

"Aren't you happy to see us? Bah, he's never happy!" 

"What'd you get?" Toga asks as she bounces over from the living room to the island as he puts the bags down. Immediately reaches for the black bag that's clearly not from the grocery store and he reaches out and smacks her hand away reflexively, a few harmless sparks leaping off the back of his hand. 

"None of your business, leech." 

She sticks out her tongue as she moves to the other side of the island and he pulls the bag away and puts it beside the fridge so she can't grab for it again as he starts to unpack the groceries. 

"Sorry for not giving you more forewarning," Compress tells him more reasonably. 

Dabi can feel Shigaraki watching him. Knows that the longer that he waits to talk to him, the more trouble he'll be in. God, he's not even wearing his plug. He's going to be in so much trouble-- "You should be," Keeps turned fully towards the fridge and does his very best to not let his voice shake at all as he continues, "You're interrupting date night." Things go so quiet that he can hear every raindrop pattering against the window and then--

"Date night?!" 

"I told you! Shiggy's been smelling like love for months!" 

"There's no way-- I totally saw this coming!"

He feels his face heat, chances glancing at Duster while the others are getting so animated. Tomura is watching him, looks a little surprised himself, and then, his eyes go soft and warm. Maybe he is in love with him. Maybe whatever this fucked up thing he'd pushed on him is the only way he knew how to act on that. Doesn't exactly think that All For One or Kurogiri were teaching him any kind of sane form of affection. No excuse for what he's done, what Dabi knows he's going to keep making him do, but it's going to happen either way. An easier-to-look-at veneer is more for his sake than anything else. 

"You know it's been ages since we went to Giran's. What? We just saw him--" Spinner elbows Twice hard in his sternum to cut off his contradiction. 

"You're right dude, we should go over for poker night since we're all free for once." 

"Aw but--" Toga immediately whines, wanting to soak up any potential threads of romance like a sponge. 

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, Jin why don't you give him a call?" Compress says pointedly. 

It's genuinely astounding how fast the others clear out, at that. And Dabi's gut turns at how... excited they are. Toga is beaming, hugs him and Shigaraki, Spinner gives Shig a thumbs up when he thinks Dabi won't notice. Happy for them, they make that abundantly clear before they're all gone again, willing to get soaked and head two districts over to go see Giran just to give them their privacy. Fuck, that would be so sweet of them if this were real. They're all gone in a matter of minutes and Dabi finishes putting the groceries away, sure that he's in for a punishment, and just waiting for it. 

He tries to keep his quirk from spiking his temperature with his panic when, as soon as it's quiet in the house again, Shigaraki is moving towards him with deliberate steps. Opens his mouth to apologize, to say anything as he turns to face him, anything to try and make what happens next not hurt as badly-- Dabi doesn't expect for Shigaraki to catch him around the waist and pull him in, pressing in for a kiss. He lets out a soft sound of surprise, but Shigaraki just takes that as an opportunity to lick deeply into his mouth, backing him against the edge of the counter and holding him there. Keeps kissing him like neither of them need to breathe. Until Dabi has his hands tangled in his hair and he's trying to gasp against his lips to just get a second of reprieve,

"Tomura," 

Duster kisses any other words out of his mouth. Keeps going until Dabi's dizzy and his body is a little too hot. Not sure if it's his quirk or not. Doesn't think Shigaraki has kissed him like this before. Dabi... isn't sure anyone has ever kissed him like this. Like they can't get enough of him, like the thought of a millimeter of space between them is unthinkable. When Shigaraki does finally pull away, Dabi is dazed and then gagged with his nerves when those red eyes are so warm and so close to him. Adoring. 

"I'm so proud of you, firefly." Knuckles running gently over his cheek. "I was beginning to think that you would never be ready to tell the others. Should have known you would surprise me. You always do." 

Doesn't even mention his leaving. Not even a whisper of threat in his tone that warns him of an oncoming punishment. Okay, that's good, okay. He can... play along. That's what he's been doing anyway, hasn't it? "Barely seen you all day, didn't want them to spoil tonight." 

"Yeah?" Tomura's tone is slightly amused as he presses a kiss to his cheek and along his jaw. "And what do you have planned for tonight, firefly?" 

Humiliation turns his gut into sour knots, but he makes himself mirror that sweet smile on the other man's face. "Can I surprise you? You've been," he tries to put whatever is left in him to protest away. He needs to stay alive long enough to fight his father, keeping the monster obsessed with him happy is the only way that's going to happen. And after that, it won't matter anymore. He just has to get there. Already planning on doing anything to make it. What's one more horror? "So good to me while I've been getting used to things. I want to show you how much I appreciate that." 

If anyone else had ever kissed him the way that Tomura does after hearing him say that, then Dabi thinks he might have doubted the end he'd been planning for himself. Because Shigaraki kisses him like he believes every drop of his affection is real. That this is love instead of something brutal and twisted. Dabi pretends for a second too, is breathless again by the time he's released. "Alright, precious. Do you need me to help with anything?" 

"No, sir. I just want to make things perfect for you, Tomura." Hesitates with bile in the back of his throat as his face heats with his shame. Duster sees his hesitation and waits, "You were busy this morning, will you," really thinks he's going to be sick but if he can avoid getting maimed--but he still can't bring himself to ask for the plug. "I want to be ready for after dinner." 

The next kiss has a little more heat in it as Shigaraki starts to steer him towards the stairs, "Of course, pretty boy, always happy to fill up your needy hole." 

"Thank you, sir." Hopes he mistakes the thinness in his voice for arousal as they start to move towards the stairs.

///

There's real work to do through the late afternoon, the others gave updates while they were here, the monster maker is interested in rekindling their working relationship. It's all good stuff for the League, movements towards their goals. But Dabi is only half paying attention. Is really using the bout of normalcy to meditate on everything that's going to happen as soon as they stop working. Feels like that time comes in minutes instead of hours, but eventually Dabi excuses himself to go get started on dinner. Shigaraki lets him go, eyes still way too affectionate as he does. He preps for the meal meticulously, making sure that everything is as perfect as he can get it, and loads the final dish into the oven to cook while he goes about tidying up the rest of the downstairs. 

The others came and went like a tornado which means that by the time he's finished cleaning it actually looks like he did something. But all too soon he's finished with that. Usually leaves prep dishes for after they've finished eating, but he isn't even sure they're going to get to eating tonight, certainly doesn't think he'll be able to delay the inevitable by claiming he needs to deal with them, so he might as well just take care of it all now. When everything is spotless and the smell of dinner is starting to waft around the house he stops dragging his feet and goes upstairs to get changed. 

The black bag wasn't from anywhere particularly scandalous, it's not like there was a fetish store right next to the grocer, but he did not know how he would explain the clothes he got from the modest boutique any more than the plug he's been wearing around. He thinks that he would almost rather pull his skin from his staples instead of slipping into the lace-edged navy panties and matching bra and the dress he'd managed to grab. It's probably a good thing that he's so thin and not too tall, or finding anything in the shop that would have fit him at all would have probably been an impossibility. As is, the A-line black cocktail dress probably wouldn't have fit his broader shoulders if he had picked anything with sleeves instead of straps, but the fabric is just thick enough to cover his bra and sit comfortably over his shoulders, trailing down into the fitted bodice and flared skirt. He looks at himself in the mirror and wants to puke. Doesn't know how Shigaraki could look at him and see a housewife, but this will likely not dissuade him from the notion. Whatever. As long as he doesn't say anything about it in front of the others. 

He forces himself to head back downstairs, giving a brief knock against Duster's door and calling, "Dinner should be ready in ten," before swiftly heading for the stairs. He puts his apron back on to keep his dress as tidy as everything else as he takes the chicken from the oven. Both it and the vegetables roasted alongside come out without any notable issues and he starts to plate things as he hears Tomura coming down the stairs. He is pulling the wine from the fridge when he comes into the room and doesn't force himself to acknowledge him a moment sooner than he has to. 

Really not expecting to find he's not the only one who's dressed up as Shigaraki picks up the plates off of the counter, wearing black dress pants and a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled. Never seen him in anything besides his villain stuff and his sleepwear. Takes him a second of his brain trying to play catch up with how well this 'date night' excuse has gone to cover his escape attempt before he remembers, 

"You don't need to do that, sir. I'll get them--" 

"I know, precious, but your hands are already full. You've already done so much today, baby, come sit down." Pauses him to press a kiss to his cheek and Dabi picks up the wine glasses and follows him over to the table. Tomura pulls his chair out for him like he's a gentleman and not a monster. "You look beautiful, precious." 

He hates himself for how his face heats and how the blush doesn't feel as unhappy and humiliated as it did before. "Thank you, sir." 

Dinner is kind of a blur. He thought he would be playing the simpering housewife, and he is to a degree, but not as large of one as he thought. Shigaraki wants him docile and adoring, but he still wants him, and the conversation shifts easily from work to books he's been reading, to things the others have been getting up to, and all the like. It's calm. The food turned out well. Dabi forces himself to eat even though his stomach is still tight with his dread and finds himself wishing he could drink enough to numb what's going to happen when they're finished, but with how high his nerves are he's more likely just to burn off the alcohol and end up being hung over in half an hour. 

When they're finished eating, Dabi expects to be pushed along upstairs to get on his knees or roll over for the other villain, but Shigaraki helps him clear the table instead. He lets Dabi pull on his gloves and apron and start to wash the dishes, and to his surprise, Duster starts to dry them and put them away, the conversation continuing from the table. And for a split second, he feels it, sees it. The domesticity that could have been real if it had been allowed to bloom naturally. But it doesn't last long. Already mostly washed up before dinner, so soon enough Duster is putting away the last plate and Dabi is reluctantly taking off his apron and gloves again. Not a surprise when Shigaraki moves closer then, catching him with four fingers around his waist and he makes himself tilt his head to accept the kiss immediately. 

"Let's go upstairs, beautiful." 

"Okay," not like he really has a choice about that. 

Shigaraki laces most of their fingers together on one hand and he follows along up the stairs. Is in Duster's room all too soon, and that is a bit of a surprise. Unless he's putting in his plug, Shigaraki always fucks him in his room. Makes his sheets smell like sex that Dabi can't escape without doing laundry constantly, hasn't ever fucked him in his bed before. He shivers slightly when Duster's cool fingers catch the edge of his jaw. Still not used to the coolness of his skin, doesn't know if he ever will be. But he lets the other man kiss him, heat starting to build in it as he's pulled in even closer. 

He makes his hands work, reaching to start to undo the buttons on Tomura's shirt as the kiss deepens. He has to do this, has to survive. What's one more horror? Dabi forces himself to pretend. At least Shigaraki always wants it to feel good for both of them. At least he doesn't think he needs to be scared about being torn open and left bleeding on the sheets. He makes himself stop thinking. Anyone's hands on him, gently pushing him back until his legs hit the edge of the mattress. Someone else's shoulders he's pushing the fabric of their shirt over as he sinks onto the sheets. Doesn't work very well as he spreads his legs so that Duster can climb between them and it's a careful four-fingered touch that's just starting to push up the hem of his skirt. 

"So beautiful in this, baby girl. Didn't know you wanted to get dressed up like this." Mouth moving across his jaw to find the sensitive parts of his neck and send heat spilling out alongside his humiliation in his veins. 

"...I thought you would like it, sir." 

"I do, princess." Voice dripping with his affection and arousal as he finds the zipper running down his back. Dabi blushes hotly as he arches up, pressing more of their bodies together so that he can catch it and start to tug it down. Hates how good the coolness of Shigaraki's body feels against his heated skin as he does. Pulls the zipper low and then starts to slip the straps from his shoulders as he kisses along the same path his hands are traveling. "Do you want to dress like this for me again, sweetheart?" 

No. "Okay, but," his face is so hot as Duster pulls the bodice down his body and sees his bra. Red eyes darken and he can feel him hardening against his thigh. Mortifying how seeing that want, feeling it, is making his own start to spike nervously higher. "Just for you? I-- I don't want anyone else--" 

Tomura catches his lips in another more demanding kiss, swallows up his breath and words before he has him kicking away his dress as he settles back between his legs. Can't help the startled moan that slips out into the kiss as his hands move across his body and tease at his nipple piercings through the fabric cupping his chest. "That's fine, precious, I know you're shy. Can just be something for us." Eyes dragging over him and lingering half hard and already straining the soft fabric of his panties. "I'll have to get you some more things to wear. Will hardly be able to keep my hands off of you knowing you're dressed so cute under your other clothes." 

Lets that tangle up in equal parts arousal and misery as he realizes Tomura is going to keep him in panties as constantly as he keeps him full of his plug. But Sir is trying to make the arousal sit higher in his veins. Seems to want to work him up tonight and knows all of the places that he needs to touch to get that happening faster. Made worse by the constant press of the plug in him, and as his arousal grows, it makes his prostate more sensitive. Every little shift has it prodding against him more intensely and he can't help it when he squirms just wrong and it settles with a pressure firm enough to have a loud moan slipping from between his lips, his hips immediately jumping, wanting to get friction against his aching cock and back again against the plug. He whimpers when he feels how hard Tomura is too. 

"Ready for more, baby?" Lips pressing sweetly against his as fingers trail lower, until he's stroking him through his panties. Dabi's insides tighten unhappily, but that just puts more pressure inside of him, makes his nerves tingle with more of the unwanted pleasure. But he knows what he's supposed to say, 

"Please, sir?" Glad that Duster kisses him again, that he can pretend that he's just so needy for more that it's impatience that has a weak sob slipping from his lips as the sound of him undoing his belt is so loud in the quiet room. He doesn't have long before the last barrier between their skin is removed and he's trying to shift to get onto his hands and knees. Prefers that when Shigaraki does this. At least then he can hide his face against the pillows and sheets, can muffle some of his sobs, and save himself a little of the indignity he's being forced to endure. 

But Shigaraki stops him today, makes him settle with his head against the pillows, and his legs spread wide for him. One hand comes up to stroke his thumb across his cheek. Smears away one of the thin trickles of blood that have managed to sneak out from his eyes. "Stay like this, darling, I want to see you." The other hand moves to catch the base of his plug and Dabi wants to hide, wants to turn his face away as he lets out another moan as it drags along his slick, twitching walls as it's pulled free. "Always blush the prettiest pink when we make love." 

His whole body tenses before he can stop himself, his temperature spiking slightly with his distress. Doesn't know why that upsets him so much, already knew in the back of his mind that's what this was for Shigaraki. But hearing it makes a pain blossom inside of him that he doesn't know what to do with or even where it's come from. Hits him so hard that his distress is plain even through the delusion that Shigaraki has constructed for them apparently, because the next second he's pressing their foreheads together and shushing him gently. 

"It's alright, baby boy. I know you're not there yet. I can wait for you to be ready, as long as you know how much I love you, firefly." Tomura, thankfully, doesn't make him respond. Just gives him more sweet, soft kisses as he starts to press inside. Dabi throws himself into the way his nerves all lit up at being so much fuller, anything to distract him from the agony alight in his chest that he hadn't expected when he'd been resigning himself to the horrors he knew would be coming for him tonight. It's easier for him to suffuse his body with the shame that his reluctant pleasure gives him as Tomura moves inside of him, as his lips and hands move over his body than to accept anything else that is happening in his chest or head now. 

Tomura makes love to him, fucks him, uses him as a receptacle for his fantasies. Makes him fall apart again and again until he's barely conscious, and then pulls him close and keeps murmuring his affection against his hair and skin. It's a mercy when the blackness of sleep finally comes for him, even if that doesn't guarantee that Shigaraki won't use him again while his mind is quiet. 

///

When he wakes next it's to light pressing in against the curtains, blankets angled around his naked skin, and his face tucked tight against Duster's chest. Clinging to the other man in his sleep. His distress and disgust swell because the hands petting along his back are so light, not holding him here. Dabi tries to disentangle himself without getting dusted and startles when he feels a weight around his wrist and hears the tinkling sound of metal on metal. 

The suppression cuff is hooked around his left wrist when he pulls his hand into view. He tries automatically, stupidly, to bring his quirk to the surface of his skin, but it's like missing a step in the dark, leaves him fumbling and terrified. "Tomura?" 

Immediately gets a kiss pressed to the crown of his head before Duster catches his chained hand and laces most of their fingers together. "Last night was wonderful, sweetheart, I loved my surprise. But I told you that you had to stay put. You still deliberately disobeyed me." Brings their entwined knuckles to his lips so he can press a kiss there too. "So from now on you're going to come to my room when it's time for bed, and we're going to sleep like this until I can trust you to be good again." Never going to let him sleep in his own bed again, he knows instinctively. Going to keep him as close as possible until he's his docile, perfect pet, or at least until Dabi acts like it. 

"Yes, sir." His voice is barely his with how small it is. As far as punishments go, it could still be so much worse. Not like having a separate place to sleep ever protected him from Shigaraki in the first place. Doesn't put up any resistance when he catches his chin with two more fingers and tilts his head up to give him a kiss. 

"Good boy. Are you ready to get up, sweetheart? Not sure when the others will be home, want to make sure you're all ready for the day." 

///

They didn't need to rush, though Dabi was honestly more than happy to exchange the handcuff for the more familiar helplessness of his plug, because the others creep in around the mid-afternoon, poking their heads into the living room like they're afraid they're going to find them fucking on the island. Not that Shigaraki hasn't fucked him on the island before, but whatever. As soon as they see they're just sitting in the living room, finished with work stuff, and Dabi's just listening to one of his books while waiting for the laundry to finish as Duster taps away at one of his games, their trepidation quickly leaves and they pour into the room. 

"How was--" Spinner cuffs Toga across the back of her head and parries the immediate retaliation of one of her knives to cut off her question. 

"Welcome back," Duster says with some amusement. Dabi decides, for his sanity, he's going to ignore it all and pulls his headphones off of his ears. 

"You guys eat yet?" 

A round of negatives and he starts towards the kitchen. It's kind of a surprise that Compress follows him there as Toga definitely tries to get any details she can out of Shigaraki, and Twice and Spinner try to reign her in. At least Compress knows how to cook, and they start to make lunch in a mostly comfortable silence as the others grow more raucous in the room beyond. It's only when Twice has launched into a rambling story riddled with loud contradictions, that Mister catches his attention and speaks softly under the din. 

"Thank you for everything you've been doing, Dabi." 

He shrugs, "It's not a big deal, barely have anything to do while Duster has me on lockdown." Not expecting Compress to gently catch his elbow and he really hopes the leather of his gloves is thick enough that the older man doesn't feel his temperature spike with his fear. 

"It's a bigger deal than I think you know, Dabi." Still careful and soft, speaking quietly enough to not draw attention from the others even as his eyes stray back towards the living room. "I don't know what your family situation was like," and god fucking damn it, does Compress just seem to be finding every sore spot to poke at right now. Though thankfully he doesn't keep touching his arm when Dabi pulls away. "But it's clear that the others have never had a home before. I don't think any of them are even capable of telling you how much it means that you've been going out of your way to care for them, and the house, and to treat them like family. This fight will be long, drawn-out, and brutal, and for as much conviction as Shigaraki has, we already know that all of us may not survive to see the end of it. You showing them what it's like to have a home may be the only time they ever get to experience it at all." 

A lump swells in his throat. Toga snarking at Spinner. Twice is gesticulating wildly as he continues to tell his story to Shigaraki, his cheek resting against his knuckles and listening with a wry, amused affection that he never saw on him while they were in Kamino. A home. A family. Shigaraki raped me. The words are choking him. He could say them. He could turn to Compress right now and tell him, ask for help. Compress isn't like the others. He's older, more level-headed, definitely the most stable and mature. Compress would help if he thought he could. And Dabi would destroy the home the League has made here, found with each other. Sour every good memory they have in this house. Doesn't even want to think what Shigaraki will do in the wake of his delusion being broken. If he'll receive the brunt of his retaliation or if the League will. No. He swallows the lump, hides away the words. Locks them up deep inside where he's locked up his name. He's already going to burn one family to ashes. He's not going to do the same to the one he actually... likes. 

"God you're way too melodramatic, Mister." His voice sounds more level than he'd expected it to. Finishes getting things swiftly enough and then calls to the others, "Yo, food's ready."

They make their way into the kitchen, still lively as ever, Spinner's got some new game for them to play after they actually debrief. They get their food with scattered thanks and Dabi waits until most of them are headed towards the table before he catches Duster's sleeve between two fingers to pull him to a stop. Only manages to take a shaky little breath before he closes the space between them for the first time. Tomura stills, thinks he might have actually surprised the other man again. But then he curls a hand around the back of his neck and turns it softer and deeper than Dabi would have on his own. 

When he pulls back Dabi barely manages to breathe, "I love you." The words aren't for Shigaraki. Not now. Maybe someday he'll be able to pretend that they're real, pretend that he means them. But right now he says those words while looking at the monster who's taken more of him than he even thought he had left, and he whispers them for the friends who are whistling and mocking them from the other side of the room. He's only ever endured his suffering for hate before, and that left him half insane in his isolation before he found them. Maybe enduring this, knowing that they'll get to hold onto their happiness a little longer for each moment he does, will be easier with his love for them sitting in his chest and worn on the apron draped around his neck. 

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[deadboyswalking]

I just stumbled across your blog and wanted to thank you for the wonderful post-war ShigaDabi post. It was so amazing for them and I absolutely love it!

Please, please, please don't feel pressured by this: But do you think there would be any chance of seeing you do more with that AU? Even if it's just lil tumblr drabbles like the one you already did?

I'm actually playing with the idea as an epilogue/sequel to my shigadabi a/b/o series Sanctuary! I just really want them to be in a safe and happy place and have a baby together ❤️

Thank you so much 😭 I'm glad you liked the post

[lumilasi]

001: bnha, 003: Tomura

(Ik kinda obvious ┐(ﾟ ～ﾟ )┌ but mb ppl will then try asking about others!)

Haha yeah, we'll see!

001:

Favorite character: Tomura, naturally. Also I really like Aizawa too

Least Favorite character: it tends to change between certain characters but rn its Hawks. There's a long and actually complicated story on how he ended up on that list as, unlike others on it I started on neutral grounds with him lol (which is an achievement tbh. Its not easy to get me to go from 'neutral' to 'don't wanna see this one on screen' lmao)

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): I don't really have many? I only count those where I can't really see the characters with anyone else but each other typically, soo..Shigadabi, Erasermic, Shinshou x Denki. Pretty much any other ship I might've used on fics I'm neutral on and just used them for the plot.

Character I find most attractive: ehh...I wouldn't use this term necessarily, I'd rather just say the most interesting/fun looking. Tomura. I like how his design tells a story.

Character I would marry: not interested in marriage whatsoever, so no one lol

Character I would be best friends with: No idea, realistically speaking, maybe Aizawa? We're both tired and powered by coffee lol

a random thought: bnha's writingis kinda bizarre to me, where it feels like the quality goes up and down depending on which characters are focused on. I also sometimes feel like seinen woulda been better genre for Horikoshi's story lol

An unpopular opinion: I'm not one to have those much? Maybe not liking Hawks is one lol

my canon OTP: is there even any?

Non-canon OTP: Shigadabi obviously

most badass character: ....I have to admit. AFO. He's so over the top evil its kinda impressive at this point. Like..."Dude what in the flying FUCK is wrong with you???" (At this point he feels more like an evil force of nature than 'just' a supervillain lol)

pairing I am not a fan of: Dabihawks

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): lot of the female character writing isn't the best and very one note, tho its kinda typical for shonen so I wasn't exactly surprised

favourite friendship: canon? Mic & Aizawa, Tomura & Spinner. Non canon? Izuku & Tomura

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: I wanna adopt the entire league and kick AFO to the curb lol. If I have to pick just one tho...again, obviously little Tenko

003: (just realized a lot at the end will get a 'none' answers lol)

How I feel about this character: Tomura is such well written character, to the point he's one of the only things still keeping me reading the manga. Without him I'd probably lost interest ages ago due to how uninteresting I sometimes find the hero side writing....

All the people I ship romantically with this character: mainly just Dabi

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Brotp in other words? Canon, spinner, non canon, Izuku

My unpopular opinion about this character: I'm not really a person to have these like said? Maybe I feel like he's a little underrated, but that's all so subjective.....idk

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: On one hand, wish a good person had picked him up/AFO had actually been a good parent. On the other, this'd been a very different story, maybe for better, maybe worse, who knows

my het ship: none

my fem/slash ship: Shigadabi

my OTP: ....Shigadabi. wait am I understanding that previous one correctly?

my OT3: none

my crossover ship: I don't much care for crossovers like this? They always feel so awkward to me...(crossing over two fics in the same fandom is a different story, I'm talking about fandom crossovers specifically lol)

my kink: none

a headcanon fact: idk, I dont have anything specific almost ever lol

my gender bend: not my thing. Also tbh I don't quite understand the question?

link to the ask game below:

[shiranaisa]

I wanted a new avatar, then thought why not draw the whole lov trio. We probably can't get attached to anyone else besides them. Also, tell me the liquid on Toga does look like liquid gold.

[dabideserveslove]

😭6?

y'all just really wanna hurt don't you???

Let's see... the saddest/angstiest moment of the ShigaDabi starving artists AU.

Ok so in this one it's actually (trans) Tomura that's pregnant - I know, big shock since usually it's Dabi - and he ends up going into labor early and I think that would have to be the angstiest moment. I've got a decent chunk of that scene written already and I was only going to share a small bit but then I couldn't decide which small part to share so you get all of it I guess lmao.

Enjoy?

Also I'm still doing these so please, if you're interested, send me asks about my AUs!

“Touya…”

The name was breathed out all soft and shaky, barely audible yet it instantly grabbed Dabi’s attention. Tomura never used his real name. Not unless he was angry or if something was wrong and well… he didn’t sound angry.

Which meant something was wrong.

Really wrong.

Last time Dabi heard Tomura saying his name like that - all terrified and breathy - it was after he was shot. Considering Dabi hadn’t heard any gunshots go off, it probably wasn’t that but that didn’t make Dabi feel any better in the slightest.

Tomura was pregnant, after all, and Dabi’s read the books. He knows how many things can go wrong during a pregnancy. The thought that something might be wrong with the baby wasn’t something Dabi even wanted to think about yet those were the very thoughts and worries that flooded his mind.

The pregnancy may have been a complete accident and there may have been some contemplation about whether or not to see it through when they first found out and maybe Dabi had been secretly hoping that Tomura wouldn’t keep it at the time but…

Now?

Fuck, Dabi would rather die than let something happen to that baby.

“What’s wrong?”‌ Dabi asked as soon as he remembered how to breathe again, looking up from his phone to stare over at Tomura.

At first glance, Dabi couldn’t see anything wrong. Tomura was just leaning against the doorway separating the kitchen from the living room, all pale and wide-eyed. He had one hand settled on top of his swollen stomach, making the oversized sweater he wore almost accentuate the baby bump.

With a soft sigh, Dabi pushed himself up from the couch and started to walk towards Tomura when he didn’t get an answer. “Babe, c’mon. You can’t just say my name like that and then not -”

Dabi stopped mid-step, mouth frozen partially open, when his eyes focused on the liquid dripping down Tomura’s thighs and collecting into a puddle on the floor between his feet.

“My water broke,” Tomura muttered finally; essentially confirming all of Dabi’s worst fears.

That wasn’t supposed to happen yet. Not for another two months.

“Oh,”‌ Dabi breathed, still numbly just watching the puddle on the floor slowly grow as his brain tried to fully comprehend what was happening. “Uh,”‌ he let out a slow, shaking breath, “And you’re uh… You’re sure it’s not…”

“I didn’t fucking piss myself,”‌ Tomura growled, voice still trembling but somehow that just added to the amount of raw anger and murderous intent that had seeped into his tone.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That’s not good. Fuck.”

“If you say fuck one more time instead of doing something useful, I will murder you.”

Dabi did not doubt Tomura at all in that respect but his mind was still reeling and he had no idea what to do. So, instead, he took in a shaky breath and said,

“Shit.”

“Touya.”

That time it was definitely anger causing the usage of his real name, but that wasn’t what snapped Dabi out of his shock. No, what jogged his brain enough for it to start working again was the pained noise Tomura let out as he leaned harder against the doorway. 

They had to get to the hospital. Right? Yeah. All the books said water breaking = hospital time. 

A shaky moan from Tomura brought Dabi’s attention back to his boyfriend, though, and -

Fuck, Tomura needed pants. 

Speaking of, Dabi realized he might want to put some fresh clothes on, too. Who knows how long they’ll be at the hospital and - hold on,

They haven’t packed a hospital bag yet.

What even goes into a hospital bag? Dabi had no idea. Wait, did they even need one? 

At least an outfit for the kid, right? Or, well, she probably won’t be coming home with them for a while, will she? 

Honestly, Dabi didn’t have a clue. 

Nothing was ready yet, though, so he really hoped she could wait a few days at least. Anyway, they didn’t even have a crib yet and only had a handful of clothes and shit, Dabi still hasn’t figured out how to install the carseat so -

“Todoroki! What the fuck are you even doing?!” 

Well, that got Dabi’s attention, considering he’s never heard Tomura call him by his family name. 

Ever.

“Uh,” Dabi struggled to come up with something, mind still going about a hundred miles an hour which proved to be even less helpful than when it was blank. 

“Oh my God, you’re fucking useless. Can you just get me a towel and some pants?!” Tomura yelled, frustration and panic and stress all spilling over in the way his voice shook and cracked and… were those tears on his face?

Fuck. Okay. 

Dabi had to get it together. Now. And that might have just been the punch to the gut he needed to do it because damn did it hurt realizing that Tomura was crying because of him - because Dabi wasn’t able to do what Tomura needed him to in the moment.

“Okay - Okay, doing it,” Dabi stammered.

[mikeellee]

Shigadeku vs shigadabi

Before I jump in to talk about ships let me say this. THIS IS NOT AN TATTACK AT ANY SHIGADABI OUT THERE. IF YOU SHIP IT, THAT’S OK

I want to start saying that YES I DO HATE HORI’S CANON but will have to use canon Dabi here.

Why shigadabi is so popular? Well, one can say is bc they are hot and around the same age and then call shigadeku the p*** ones.

But huh Dabi is older than Shiggy so...by this logic isn’t this ship also problematic?

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Shigadeku is a ship interesting bc no one- AFO or the Dr or even Kuro- manipulated Shiggy to go after Zuzu.

I mentioned this before. Shiggy is groomed and brainwash to follow AFO’s plans but he went, out of his free will, to Zuzu.

And Zuzu listen to him. I know some will say “bru nothing on that was romantic” and I hear you....to us it wasnt? But to Shiggy we may not know.

He asked him out

“Duh he is being ironic”

Ok....why? He sought out Izu and asked him out, if that was just to talk shit about Stain....he could have catch anyone else.

On my first watch I legit thought they would interact more. Still think is dumb Shiggy dont recruit Zuzu or interact more with him.

But headed by Hori

“Well shiggy and Dabi spends more time together”

Ok. They spend, allegendly, more time together, but the first thing Dabi -who at the time is older- says when he sees Shiggy is...he is ugly.

Dabi never seem to care for LoV. People created this image that Dabi cares and he and Shiggy are in a love relationship but the truth is...Dabi doesnt care.

Look at the panels where ShiggyAFO is making our king suffer and Dabi is not giving a shit.

“He is putting a front. In the end, he loves shiggy and LoV”

Look at the whole Twice’s death and how his whole goal is to make Endeavour’s suffer

But ok. I will bite, say he does care deep down. He still refuses to help...

I say this bc I see so many fanarts where Dabi is this amazing BF material or how “both are legacy heroes...in a happy au they have been the power house”

But you know, in the shigadeku ideas of fics I HAVE TO ENDURE PEOPLE DUMB DOWN to serve the whole “Izu is a doll” trope.

Which....is funny bc Izu is much more BF material than Dabi.

“But shigadeku is bad..”

Aside having paralels and Zuzu wanting to save him? Dont think is bad.

“Shiggy tried to kill Zuzu”

Yeah and here comes my problem with Hori’s canon bc if we take this into account ...it also means deep down Shiggy wants to be saved by Zuzu.

Seems pretty romantic to me

“Duh they are bros. That would have been incest”

Hahahahahaha. First off, they arent brothers and if they were...many people ship incest in animes.

1)if we go to the DFO theory...shigadeku still isnt incest. Why? Bc Hisashi never raised Zuzu much less Zuzu and Shiggy.

2) if we dont go to the DFO theory...still not incest. The AFO and OFA are bros sure but Izu and Shiggy ARENT AFO AND OFA

Again, you can ship whatever you want but is odd people just going and labeling Izu and Shig bros when they have more potential for romance than any other ship.

[the-final-sif]

for the fanfic ask meme, K, L, and Y?

K:

Oo, so for BNHA it'd probably be all of my ideas around Make an Example Out of Him. I think that probably hits the hardest.

For DSMP, I don't have a lot of posted headcanons or aus yet, but I think my angstist one of the ones I've thought up is that c!Dream is possessed, but the majority of his actions that push people away are still his. He's got a pretty good reason for it (got possessed/infected by a "demon" that wants to infect and destroy the server, no known cure for this and demon feeds off emotional attachments to it's host), but he still has to see and live with the harm he does even knowing that it's the better outcome.

L:

For BNHA, take your pick of my crack AUs, probably ShigaDabi teenage parents.

For DSMP, again, haven't posted about this but I have had the thought of c!Dream wholeheartedly believing that everything in the SMP has been a game. In this he'd be an admin and borderline elderitch creature, and manhunts happening prior to the SMP would be a thing. Manhunts were always games, and I like the idea that there was some kind of a signal to let everyone know if something went seriously wrong, like a codeword or action. That was how Dream always knew they weren't playing anymore. Or that he had gone too far over the human(ish) limits.

Which is great and all, until the SMP, when Wilbur starts the whole "how dare you not let me have a monopoly on healthcare" thing, and although he's confused at first, Dream quickly comes to the conclusion (probably due to an offhand comment about a battle being 'just like a manhunt') that oh! This is a game too! He's good at this! He's not entirely sure what the rules of the game are, but he tries his best to play along. At some points he does worry that his actions are getting a bit extreme, but well, nobody ever calls Stop. So he assumes all is well! It all comes to a head when either out of desperation (manhunt group) or accidentally (anyone else), someone calls Stop and he just. Does. Total personality shift back into bright and bubbly as if nothing ever happened. Because all of that was just a game, right?

Y:

None of them in any fandom. I live for suffering.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Do you have any favorite shigadabi fics?

YES, YES. I have at least three or four long fanfics I'm absolutely in love with, and then a few short stories that I keep going back to read. Let me show you:

* click the name of the fanfic to read it on Ao3.

Wavelengths and Resonance

by TheAlmightyResonance

Short story:

“ Touya is a weapon that can’t seem to resonate with anyone, as he scorches every meister that tries to wield him. Tenko is a meister who’s too timid to try and see if he can wield Touya. But circumstance connects them—and while Touya wants Tenko to be his meister, Tenko doesn’t want to be his. (Soul Eater AU). ”

The Lesser Of Two Evils

by drunkenCharm

Short story:

“ In a world of heroes and villains, some children are marked with black collars to brand them as possible villains. Tomura is one of those. He spends his time in loneliness, until he's joined by an unforeseen ally. ”

but it's better than being alone

by mido

Short story:

“ A summer spent in Kyushu, at a rundown house nobody's lived in for decades.

Tenko manages. ”

Fever Dreams

by BunyBuny11

Short story:

“ Shigaraki falls sick with a high fever and Dabi is the one forced to take care of him. But sick and delirious Tomura is a completely different person and unwittingly shows a lot of his hidden fears and feelings. ”

Death Row

by 1thousandminus7, kaneki_vampire

Long story:

“ The League is falling to pieces. The last remaining members have been on the run for years now, and the heroes are closing in. It looks like they might be running out of options, but help sometimes comes from unexpected places. ”

The Stringmaster

by WinteryFall

Long story:

“ Tomura, the pupil of the notorious Stringmaster, tries to solve a monster plague bothering their city with the help of a manic fire alchemist, who ends up losing his magic source - you know, like an idiot - during their first meeting. The pyromaniac ends up having a surprising effect on his life, including his seemingly distant mentor, who's always struggled to show his emotion and care towards him properly.

The "family butler" Kurogiri has his metallic magic hands full with all three troublemakers.

There’s also a magic robot dog. ”

The neighbor

by WinteryFall

Long story:

“ Dabi, a young man with mental health struggles, accompanied with a strong spiritual sensitivity, has a peculiar neighbor.

The neighbor turns out to be more than meets the eye, and he has to guard his soul around him - and heart.

Tomura, a Moth-spirit cryptid, has finally learned away from sinister cravings instilled into him by his long dead abusive parental figure. Now however, that foolish neighbor of his is making those old instincts raise their heads, and he's struggling between liking the guy (surprisingly) and wanting to gobble up his soul.

It's not a good idea, he knows.

Last time he ate a soul, it didn't end well. ”

Something Good.

TheTeapotOfDoom

Long story:

“ The first time they met, Tomura and Dabi hated each other; one is an anxious mess who feels too much, the other is a tired wreck who's dead inside. Seemingly, no middle ground.

But as some say, practice makes perfect.

What would happen if these two young men, that life hurt over and over again, were to lower their guard?

What if they took a moment to look over each other masks? And maybe see something beautiful?

Yeah. Maybe they could make something. Something good. ”

[1987vampire]

Your Good Little Boy | Tomura Shigaraki and Dabi

Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia  Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: NSFW. Threesome/Polyamory, (ShigaDabi x Fem!reader), (Dom!Dabi x Switch!Reader x Sub!Shigaraki) (Reader doms Shiggy but subs for Dabi) Bondage (only hands), degradation kink, praise kink, collars, chains for collars, edging, overstimulation, spit/saliva kink, heat play, mommy kink, anal (male receiving), oral (female receiving), fingering (both receiving), scratching, biting, etc.  Petnames Used: Doll, puppy, baby, mommy, slut, cumslut Request: None!  A/N: Please give me your thoughts! I always get anxious writing smut. Extra: @itsjammin​ asked to be tagged!

“Lick it up, doll. I know you want to.” Dabi’s gruff voice was a low murmur in my ear as he bent over behind me, pushing me down with his front. Shigaraki let out a moan at the statement, and I looked up to see him watching me, wide-eyed and breathless. I looked back down at his stomach, splatters of cum painting across his torso in an almost beautiful way. “Be a good little cumslut and lick it up.” Dabi’s fingers trailed across my collar and then tugged it back gently.

I licked my lips slowly and then bent down fully and licked a stripe up his torso, trying to catch as much cum as I could. Shigaraki let out a high whine and tugged at his restraints. His hands were above his head, crossed over each other with handcuffs wrapped around his wrists and then connected to the bedrail.

“What do you say, Shiggy,” Dabi cooed, a grin playing on his lips. “What do you say when she’s been so nice to you.”

“Thank you,” Shigaraki gasped out.

Dabi pushed me forward as he leaned over me to place a kiss on Shigaraki’s lips. I responded by licking Shiggy’s stomach again, smiling at the noises he made. Dabi bucked his clothed hips against my uncovered ones, sending me crashing against Shigaraki and causing me to break away from my task. He then pulled away, but he pushed down on my back, forcing me to stay still when I went to do the same.

He disappeared for a few moments, leaving me to stare up at Shiggy as he tried to calm down. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking deep, long breaths. My fingers danced along his thighs.

“Are you okay up there,” I questioned? “Not too overwhelmed?”

Shiggy’s eyes opened almost immediately and locked with mine. “I’m okay, I promise. I’d say the safeword if it was too much; you know that.”

I held his thigh gently. “I know, but you tend to push yourself too far.”

Shigaraki chuckled and leaned his head back again. “That’s part of the fun, y/n. Don’t be so worrisome.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I went to say something only to stop as I felt Dabi’s full hand rub against my ass, his piercings incredibly cold against my skin. “Gimme your hands, doll,” Dabi spoke.

I pushed my hands behind me, prepared for him to tie them up, but instead, he placed something in my hands, a chain. I pulled it in front of me and turned my head to give him a questioning look. “For me?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve been good for me. Why would I chain you? Him, on the other hand.” He trailed off, his eyes falling on the parts of Shigaraki’s stomach I didn’t cover.

“Oh,” I whispered. Shigaraki’s wide eyes met mine, and he let a small smile slip on his face as I hooked the chain to the o-ring on the front of his collar. There was both Dabi and I’s name engraved in small, silver bars on either side of the ring, a reminder of who he belonged to; Mine only had Dabi’s name on it.

Dabi took the end of the chain and pulled it, testing it. The sight of Shigaraki being pulled forward gave me a few butterflies, just watching his helpless but excited expression.

“You’re not supposed to like it, puppy,” Dabi groaned, tugging on the leash again. “It’s part of your punishment.”

Shigaraki furrowed his brows. “Part?”

Dabi’s hands dropped to run over my ass again, the leash still in his hand. He took his empty hand and spanked me harshly, then rubbed over the spot soothingly. “Part,” he hummed in affirmation. His hand pushed up, following my spine, and pushed up the zip-up jacket I was wearing, exposing my back. The hoodie was Shigaraki’s, and the only thing I was wearing at the moment. Both of them had some strange obsession with fucking me with a jacket on, but I never minded it.

I felt Dabi’s hands heat up enough to mark me, but not enough to cause any real damage. He pressed his palm against the middle of my back and hummed when I let out a groan of content.

“Tell me when,” he said, and his hand grew warmer and warmer in pulses as if he was worried he would go too hot without meaning to. I laid my head on the clean part of Shigaraki’s stomach, enjoying the warmth they both provided against the cold room. “Doll, I’m marking you. Are you sure you’re good?”

I hummed an affirmation and then moaned quietly when his hands grew hot enough to really burn. “When, Dabi.”

He pulled away almost immediately, but I could still feel the heat right at the base of my spine. It would leave a heavy mark, no doubt, but I had no care in the world. Dabi let out an excited hum. Still slightly warm from a few moments ago, his hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me up a bit. He tilted my head to face him and pressed his lips against mine gently. “Remember your safe word?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

That was enough for him to move his hand back down, but this time to my front, pressing right below my belly button. It heated up much quicker than the last time, and when I went to moan, he swallowed it with an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slid against mine and then slipped away, leaving a trail of saliva between us, and the sight could have made me orgasm right there.

Shigaraki twitched his leg, and we both turned at the feeling. He was quiet as we watched him, but his cock was hard once again, standing up slightly from his stomach.

“What- lonely,” Dabi leered. He pressed a kiss to my cheek and then my jaw before pushing me forward again. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and help our girl?” His nose skimmed against my cheek, and then he whispered in my ear, “lean forward and give him your tits while I work your cunt, will you?”

I moved instinctively, leaning over Shigaraki in only a few seconds while Dabi’s hands trailed farther and farther down until he was circling my clit with his middle finger. I could feel his watchful eyes on us as I hovered over Shigaraki. Shiggy licked his lips, unsure of what to do.

“Come on, baby,” I moaned as Dabi slipped a finger inside of me, his thumb taking the place of his middle finger. “Help mommy out, will you?”

Shiggy’s breath fanned over my chest, warm and inviting, and then he leaned in and twirled his tongue around my nipple, smiling as he felt it harden. I used one hand to hold myself up and pulled the other up, running it through his hair; it was a tangled mess, but there was enough of it that I could wrap my hand in it and control where his head moved.

Shigaraki wrapped his lips around my nipple harshly, sucked, and then pulled away with a loud pop. He reveled at the sound and went to do it again when I tugged his hair back. His eyes moved from my breasts to my face with confusion. His face flushed a bright red, and he looked away, refusing to meet my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

I chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’re eager. I’ve done the same to you. Just be gentler.”

He nodded, and I moved my chest towards him again. He was slower this time, and the way he swirled his tongue around me made me feel a bit lightheaded, and when you add in Dabi fucking me with his fingers, it was enough to make me feel very good very quickly.

Dabi tugged on Shigaraki’s chain, grinning against my neck as he leaned over me to watch him. “Bite her,” he said loud enough for Shiggy to hear. Shiggy immediately listened and bit down, but he did it harder than he was supposed to, causing me to yelp and pull away. Dabi laughed loudly in my ear and kept me still. “Come on, doll,” he said between laughs, “you can handle my burns but not a bit of biting?” He held my breast with the hand he held the leash in, heating it up right on my nipple to go along with the statement.

I groaned in response. “It’s different,” I whined, leaning into his touch.

He huffed and pushed me onto Shigaraki again, this time with Shigaraki’s head right on the crook of my neck. “Bite, puppy,” he said. Shigaraki complied and bit my shoulder harsh enough to leave teeth marks. That I liked; It made me clench around Dabi’s fingers without meaning to, seeing white temporarily. He hummed in response. “That’s what I thought.”

Shigaraki stuck his tongue out and licked the new marks and smiling when I made a noise of satisfaction.

“Thank you, baby,” I whispered to him, watching as his face softened at the praise.

Dabi’s fingers stopped abruptly, and then he laughed loudly, a sound that quickly filled the entire room. “Oh, I’ve got an idea.” He pulled out of me slowly and then brought his hand to the front of my face. “But first, open up, doll.”

I followed the order and whined as he pushed his fingers onto my tongue before he tilted his hand and pulled my jaw open, forcing me to taste myself completely. Globs of saliva and cum fell from my mouth onto Shigaraki’s chest, and I watched in fascination, enjoying the way it glimmered and how he shuddered at every new drop of liquid.

“Now, I need you to unlock him,” Dabi said, letting go and pushing me forward a bit. I did; the handcuffs not even needing keys to come undone. Then, I moved a bit to the side, so I was out of the way.

When he was freed, Shigaraki rubbed at his wrists, looking at the bright red marks the cuffs had made. Then, he looked up at Dabi in confusion. Dabi gave him a sinister grin and grabbed his hands, pulling him up quickly and then flipping him, so he was on his stomach. Shigaraki let out a noise of confusion and then a moan when Dabi roughly spanked him.

“Come here, doll,” Dabi spoke, turning to me. He pulled Shigaraki’s hands behind his back and lifted the boy, so there was enough room for me to crawl underneath them, taking the spot Shigaraki had initially had. “That’s good. Now, puppy, you make her cum with your mouth,” he tugged Shigaraki back until his face was in front of my cunt, “and I’ll get to work on your ass.” The statement was followed by the sound of him popping open a bottle. When Shigaraki didn’t move, instead blinking as he tried to process what all was happening, Dabi spanked him again. “Come on, puppy. You’ve got to work for a reward, now. Or do you want me to tie you to the chair and make you watch me demolish her?”

Shigaraki moved quickly at the statement, opening his mouth and licking a stripe up my cunt before putting full attention on my clit. Dabi tugged on his collar.

“Not too fast, though. The sooner she cums, the less prep you get. I want to see her cry.”

My eyes flew to Dabi’s in confusion. “What did I- ah- ah-“ I gripped Shigaraki’s hair with both hands, closing my eyes as he moved his tongue just right. “What did I do?”

“Absolutely nothing,” he teased.

I tried to keep eye contact, but my eyelids kept fluttering open and closed until I finally decided to just lay back and enjoy the treatment. Shigaraki was still new to many things, but he always knew how to eat me out perfectly. It was like he was inside my head with how he was able to pull away with just enough time for me to not cum or roll his tongue in a way that had me seeing stars. Dabi continued to let out quiet words of approval mixed with degradation as he finger-fucked Shigaraki, adding enough fingers to make the boy whimper underneath him; Then, just when I was on the verge of crying, Shigaraki let me have my release, moaning against me as I cried out his name, singing words of praise.

Dabi let out an unimpressed sigh. “And just when I thought I would get to see you cry,” he groaned, pulling his fingers out of Shigaraki. “Oh, well.”

Both Shigaraki and I took a few moments to compose ourselves as Dabi undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground in a heap. He kicked them to the side and settled behind Shigaraki easily. He pushed the boy forward a bit until he was face to face with me and then pressed into him if the look on Shigaraki’s face was anything to go by.

I grabbed Shiggy’s face gently and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re doing so well for us, baby. You’re being such a good boy for mommy.”

Shigaraki let out a pitiful whine and gasp as Dabi pushed fully into him. “I’m your good boy, mommy, I promise.”

I gripped his leash and pulled him into another kiss when Dabi spoke again, moving Shigaraki, so his hips were near my entrance.

“Get in her,” Dabi commanded Shiggy. “Come on, puppy, fuck her.”

“With you in-“ His voice was loud and confused, but he followed the orders only to stop. He was barely inside of me, and he was already overwhelmed, his eyes rolling back. Dabi pushed him forward with a sharp thrust of his hips, forcing almost all of Shigaraki inside of me. Shigaraki let out a silent moan, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth and sending drool dripping onto my chest.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered, cupping his face gently. “Be a good boy like you said you were and fuck mommy.”

He let out a pathetic whimper in response and pulled out of me a bit only to feel himself pull Dabi in. “Too much,” he cried, “it’s too much.”

“No, it’s not,” I replied, rubbing my thumb against his cheek. Tears gathered in his eyes, but he leaned into my touch gratefully. “Come on. Fuck mommy.”

“Yeah,” Dabi chuckled behind him, “go ahead. Be a good little slut and get us off.”

Shigaraki bucked forward, his whole body trembling as he did so, and set himself an agonizingly slow pace.

“Faster,” Dabi sang teasingly. “How do you expect her to cum to that? Don’t you want to make her feel good? Don’t you want to feel good?”

I tutted gently and sent Dabi a sharp look over Shiggy’s shoulder. He had already had a lot tonight; how did he expect him to give more? My thoughts were cut off by Dabi thrusting roughly into Shigaraki, sending him flying onto my chest. My hands found themselves in his hair again, holding him to me.

“If you’re not going to go fast, I will.” Dabi clutched Shigaraki’s hips hard enough to leave marks and fucked him at a brutal pace. Every snap of his hips sent Shigaraki’s into mine, giving me the kind of stimulation I needed. “Play with her clit, puppy. You can’t get off until she does.”

Shigaraki’s breath caught in his throat, and his trembling hands lowered to my thighs, trying to keep himself raised as Dabi didn’t pause in the slightest. His eyes were foggy and glazed over as he stared down at me.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Being so good.” I reached and grabbed his hand in mine, gently leading him to where I needed him most. “Just help mommy out a little more and we’ll be done soon.”

His fingers circled my clit only to get pulled away as Dabi sent a particularly harsh thrust. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, shaking his head as tears gathered in his eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t break the rules again. I won’t cum early. I’ll be a good little boy.”

I shook my head as Dabi laughed. “I know, baby, I know. Give mommy another kiss, will you?”

He nodded and bent down, pressing his slobbery lips to mine in a sloppy kiss. He disconnected for a few moments, his warm breath fanning over my face, and then surged forward again to reconnect our lips. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” He repeated the phrase over and over again between kisses, his hand making it back to my clit. Tears streamed down his face continuously as he went, but he put enough attention to get me moaning, sparks of pleasure shooting up me in pulses.

Dabi leaned forward, pushing Shigaraki closer as he went, and leaned over him to come face to face with me, his hips not even pausing as he did so. “What,” he leered, “no love for me?”

I giggled quietly and reached a hand up to cup his scarred face, pulling up so I could place my lips on his. He kissed me feverishly, trying to keep me close as he fucked Shigaraki and I. Shigaraki groaned lowly into my shoulder and bit down before running his tongue across the mark, continuing the action over and over.

After only a few more moments, I felt the tension in my stomach build and build until I cried out loudly and came around Shigaraki, my hands splaying across his back, digging my nails into his skin and dragging down. He let out an unknown sound at the action and jerked his hips against Dabi’s, fucking into me harder than he had before with renewed vigor.

“Can I- please, please, please, please,” he sobbed, more fluid falling out of his mouth and slurring his speech. “Please, let me, please.”

“Let you what, puppy,” Dabi spoke. “Use your words.”

“Please, let me cum- let me- let me cum-“

Dabi met eyes with me and sent me a look, asking for my response. I nodded, wincing from the feeling of being fucked too soon after cumming. “Well, since you have done what was asked. Go ahead,” he said, “but don’t pull out.”

I let out a gasping breath and arched my back as Shigaraki thrust ruthlessly once, twice, and then came with a loud scream falling from his lips. A mix of tears and spit fell on my chest at his release, and then, he fell forward, collapsing onto me with no energy left to give.

Dabi groaned quietly and then came, his hips slowing to a stop after a bit and a lazy grin settling on his face. Shigaraki’s body trembled heavily on top of me, his breaths more pants than anything. I traced patterns along his back soothingly and pressed kisses to the side of his head.

“You did so well for us, Tomu,” I told him with a smile. “So good.”

Shigaraki sniffled and nodded. “Thank you, mommy.”

[shig-a-shig-ah]

F, K, R, and V please bestie <3

F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

Possession is Nine Tenths of the Law by @myakasama. A ShigaDabi fake dating AU where Shig pretends to be Dabi’s psycho ex to get Dabi out of a bad relationship with the bird man. I have read it multiple times—all the characterization is really good, especially Shig, and it’s just long enough to curl up with as a prolonged treat.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Honestly probably this cursed thought about how Shig figured out he was immune to his Quirk.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Literally everyone whose fics I’ve ever read, but @palbabor-writes characterization of Shig in particular was huge for me when I first got into him because it feels so close to canon and that is forever my goal when writing our boy.

Also you, bestie, out there influencing me to make my depraved dreams a reality.

V: A secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

Twice! Not to say he’s not in a lot of fics, but the man literally says he joined the League to make friends, and I feel like in most reader inserts especially, reader is always making friends with Toga more than everyone else. And I get it because Toga is also definitely friend-shaped and reader inserts are usually afab!reader so that plays a role, but I wanna see more stuff where Twice gets the best buddy treatment.

fanfic ask meme

[thyandrawrites]

M, N, U and V for the fanfic ask meme? 👀 sorry there's so many but these are good questions XD

Dhjsjs you went right for the juicy ones

M. got any premises on the backburner that you care to share?

Kind of? I have this old idea (over a year old now) for a futurefic where Dabi is reintegrated in society and reconnects with his family (with all the hiccups along the way). I originally had an outline of random disconnected scenes I wanted to write for it, but I recently reopened the doc and realized I want to take it in a completely different direction now. Knowing me it would turn into a multichapter character study fic though and right now I lack the committment for such an idea so I've been putting off developing the concept more

N. is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Lol, a part of me wishes someone would write the aforementioned story for me because I mostly just want to read it. However, I am extremely picky about my Dabi + Todofam characterization, especially one set in the future, so I would never trust someone else to write exactly what *I* want to read XD

As for more general ideas, I wish someone would write me some quality shigadabihawks but alas, it seems this will remain a rarepair with limited content

U. a pairing you might like writing for, but you haven't tried yet

So. Many.

Like, I'm not even kidding. There's two that have been on my mind lately (shinkami and shigahawks) because of two ideas buzzing in my head, but in general there's so many ships I ship that I would love to write for. There's mirudabi, miruyumi, todobaku, shigadabihawks, ochamina... There's also two pairings (shiganatsu and shigadabi) that I have explored before but that I wish I could write more for. So many pairings and so little creativity in my brain... *Sobs*

V. a secondary (or underrated) character you want to see more of in fic?

I haven't really been hunting for fics about her (yet) because I lowkey don't wanna scroll past 5 pages of unrelated things that crosstag her... But I'd go with Lady Nagant. I'm surprised I haven't seen any content about her and the League yet (and I mean Shigaraki's league, not... Whatever is going on in canon). She basically fills the role Hawks was initially supposed to evolve into and I don't think many fans have realized that this was the perfect set up for her to join the League or cooperate with them somehow. But aside from my villain stan agenda, I'd just love to see more Nagant content aside from that one popular ship (that I dislike) or headcanons of her having a bond with Hawks (that I don't share). Just more Nagant content. Pls. She's such an interesting character but canon introduced her only to make her plotline absolutely irrelevant and I'm still mad about that

[Fanfic ask meme]

[satancopilotsmytardis]

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[touyasnow]

waittt do shigadabi 😁😁😁

charlie my beloved.... 

if anyone remembers me saying months ago that i was gonna make a post about how compatible they are. here ya go.

i doubt dabi would’ve stuck around if he didn’t think there was potential in the league, even with the added benefits. i think he enjoyed being able to banter with him, but at some point, tomura became comfortable and familiar to him, just like the rest of the league.

if you’ve read any of my stuff some of these headcanons r kind of redundant because i shove them in everything lmao, but i like the idea of them working together on missions and slowly growing closer, because tomura has a realization that despite how rude he is, dabi has a good head on his shoulders. he can be dependable.

imo tomura perceives a lot of the criticism initially directed towards his leadership as an attempt to undermine his authority. i do think he has control issues, for obvious reasons) but after working with dabi long enough, he recognizes there’s not any real malicious intent behind his suggestions (however ill-mannered they are) and actually starts to take them into consideration. he starts to think dabi’s not so bad.

slowly... there’s this major shift from reluctant comradery to genuine teamwork between the two of them that i just really love. they both grow to understand each other and see the many similarities they have.

the amount of trust displayed through them repeatedly... from tomura gifting dabi a nomu not too long after they’ve met to trusting him when he says he’ll bring back a valuable recruit and allowing him to do his own thing without worries of him veering off course; dabi waiting on tomura’s lead before acting — showing then, that he trusts his leadership — to speaking about him respectfully even outside of their interactions and with the rest of the league.

while i do see tomura as a worrier, particularly because forming bonds is so rare and precious to him, i feel like his form of worrying isn’t the overbearing sort that would overwhelm dabi and it doesn’t manifest in ways that seem like he thinks he’s uncapable. he has steady, unwavering faith in dabi, in all of the league, really, and it shows.

i think to dabi, that could be a really reassuring and validating presence, because he knows outright that he isn’t alone and he has someone he can depend on if he needs to, and he also isn’t expected to put labels on anything. i think speaking things out loud on his own could be uncomfortable, but tomura doesn’t mind doing that if necessary, so it works out.

dabi, in my opinion, also has never really considered a relationship strictly because being that vulnerable means also exposing the worst parts of yourself. of which i think at some point, the league would already be privy to and not bat an eye at.

so the idea of being with tomura would definitely feel more possible, simply because tomura’s actually seen him and not shied away from him.

in terms of how they display affection, i think that dabi is more affectionate physically whereas tomura is more so vocally (”it’s for you guys” for example). i think tomura voices a lot of the validation that dabi wants but would never ask for.

and not to be generic, but i headcanon tomura to be pretty touch-starved, so he obviously soaks up any attention dabi gives him eagerly and pesters him if he doesn’t get it. he has a little bit of spoiled brat energy and dabi usually indulges him even if he complains about it.

both of them are the type to neglect themselves but look after others, so paired together i think they could remind each other of their own self worth while still keeping each other on track with their goals. they push each other and the mutual respect and trust goes a long way.

[myakasama]

Fanfic asks - 2, 3, 4, 14, 18, 21 :3

Oh boy, that's a whole lot of questions. let's see if i can think of good answers

2) What is your favorite fic of yours?

Oh, that's such a hard one! Especially since I have a few under lock and key for zine reasons. Probably The Things We Do For Love but that was such a labor of love it makes sense for it to be my favorite. However, ask me a different day and I might change my answer.

3) What fic of yours do you think is underrated?

Grasping For Revenge. I wrote it for the League of Villains Zine, which was a free zine, and it's about Mr. Compress talking with Shigaraki post Overhaul taking his arm. It's just a little snippet kind of story, but there's some gorgeous spot art, and it just didn't get much attention at all.

4) What fic of yours were you surprised by how popular it was?

Summer Heat is a Bitch at the Best of Times. It was my first fic in years after struggling to write my original novel (don't ask, it's not done and it's not gonna be). I didn't expect much attention for it, figured I'd scratch the writing itch and have ShigaDabi out of my system. What a fool I was.

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

Someone picked up something in the most recent chapter of Holding Out for Spring, which I won't say for spoiler reasons if anyone wants to read it, but I did talk about it in the reply comment I left.

Then again, I'm consistently surprised by how thoughtful my readers can be, and the kinds of comments they can leave ❤

18) What's the most obscure thing you've researched for a fic?

...i can't say for zine reasons :( However, I will say my search history is a wasteland of useless searches. If I used google for half of it, the system would think I'm dying, plotting a murder, and pregnant all at once.

21) Writers choice - pick any of these questions that you want to answer.

You don't understand. You know those worksheets that the school would hand out where it's like "read all the directions first before doing anything" and then if you read them all the last one was to not write anything on the paper after a metric ton of other instructions? yeah, i aIways failed those fuckers.

...upon rereading, it occurs to me that I'm sleep-deprived and read that as only answer one of those questions you sent me. Hi. I never fucking learned how to read.

I'm choosing 17, because no one can stop me now.

17) Do you have any wips that you can tell us about? What are you most excited for in you wip?

I'm working on the sequel to TTWDFL and it's called Learning to Heal and I really love it, but because I love it so much, it's not up to standards. Yet. Also because it's omegaverse like HOFS I'm trying to space them out a little to keep down confusion, but let me tell you, writing one inspires the other.

I also have another separate smutty omegaverse fic that might be done soon b/c it's in the rewrite phase. It's shigadabi but they're both omegas helping through a heat. it keeps trying to turn angsty, which is why it's been held up as long as it has (been in my docs for months now).

I have other things that are nebulous ideas, but those are the concrete things I'm working on right now, so hopefully, something, (like chapter 5 of HOFS) comes out soon.

Thank you so much for the ask! It was lots of fun~

Ask Game

[jumpingjaxx13]

📚 📖 📓📕📒📔📘📗📙

Lol

The joke's on you. I have a ton of these and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.

Put "📓" into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

(I'm gonna cheat a little. The ones with * are ones that I have started writing, but are incomplete/have been WIPs for a long time/nowhere close to being done. I feel like that counts just because of the amount of daydreaming/not writing that goes into them lol)

(Also, if there is any that someone is particularly interested in reading once it's finished, just leave a reply and I'll reach out with a link once it's published!)

This is going to be a long post, so I'll put the answer under a read more!

📚 *

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ships: ShigaDabi (primary), TodoDeku (background, maybe)

An AU where Tenko Shimura was found by Inko Midoriya instead of AFO and raised as Izuku's brother. He winds up becoming Hawks's secretary, meets All Might and learns about his grandmother, and gets to proudly watch his brother follow his dreams. Things start to change when he meets a strange man outside of a cafe and falls for him. How was he supposed to know that Dabi was a villain!? From there, Tenko has to do a lot of self reflection and decide what he wants to do after learning about his boyfriend's identity, especially when he found out that his boss had known all along. Does he chase after Dabi? Join him? Turn him in? I'm not 100% sure how I want to end this, but I am tempted for it to lead to the "birth" of Tomura. Any suggestions would be welcome!

📖*

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ships: N/A, maybe background Duo Holders?

Essentially an AFO origin story focusing on his relationship with Yoichi over the course of his descent. I take a few snapshots of the brothers together, starting as teens and going through to his death, and showing how their regard for each other changed. It finally ends with AFO speaking to Yoichi's grave years later. I'm a fan of DFO, so I'm going to be using the name Hisashi for him, but if/when his canon name comes out, I'll be changing it to match!

📓

Fandom: Death Note

Ships: LawLight (primary), MattMello (secondary)

An AU where Roger Ruvie dies early on in the investigation and, with the entire world under suspicion, L can't afford to replace him. Instead, he sends the majority of the kids off to other houses that Watari had built, save for his top three successors. Near, Mello, and Matt all move into the Task Force HQ and, despite L's "best efforts" to prevent it (read: he's totally just pretending to stop them to please the others), they continually find themselves thrown in the middle of the investigation. I'm also not 100% certain how I want this to end, but I do know that it's going to be endgame L/Light and Matt/Mello.

📕*

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Ships: RanPoe (past), ODazai (past, platonic or romantic), SteinCraft (past, background)

A sequel to Unstoppable Force. I've had a few people express interest in the culprit, so I've decided to write up an optional sequal that explains it. I debated not doing it, but I know that a lot of people enjoy closure, so I thought it would be fun! I invented a new villain and a new ability and I found an excuse to drag some Guild members into it as well. Essentially, Ranpo reopens the case after the funeral and uses the strange behavior of Steinbeck to corner and catch the elusive ability user. I'm personally proud of the ability I created, so I'm going to keep it a secret for now.

📒*

Fandom: Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Ships: TeruKane (primary)

This one is actually based on a post that has since been deleted proposing the idea of a soulmate AU where the name of your soulmate is written on the inside of your book in the Four O'clock Library. I shook it up a bit and added the idea that if you read your soulmate's name, people will begin to forget they exist and you have to confess your love to them within a week or they will disappear from existence entirely. Akane didn't think it would be a problem to go and confirm his soulmate-- it's obviously Aoi-- only to discover a very different name written in his book. Knowing his time limit, he struggles to find a loophole in the curse that would help him avoid confessing a love he doesn't feel. In the meantime, people are slowly starting to forget who Teru Minamoto is, with Akane being the only one to remember, forcing them to spend even more time together. This one is going to have a happy ending, but it's going to be a really close call!

📔

Fandom: Robihachi

Ships: Robby/Hatchi (primary)

This is a sequel to Lovely that I've been playing around with. Someone expressed that they wanted to see how Robby's father would react to their situation and that got me thinking about it. In a misguided gesture of good faith, Hatchi's parents invite Robby's family up to the moon to help celebrate either his birthday or their first anniversary. Much to Robby's surprise, they agree to come, leaving him with an awkward mess of judgement to deal with until they leave. I still haven't decided how this will end, but I know it's going to be on either a positive or bittersweet note.

📘

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ships: EraserMist (primary; may be romantic or platonic), Tomura/Touya (secondary)

Sequel to Purpose. Kurogiri and Tomura move in with that kind hero, Aizawa, after what happened in the alleyway. It takes a lot of getting used to, but it is leagues better than living out of a hotel. Kurogiri juggles working to obtain his hero license with raising Tomura (made easier with the new help) and investigates just why that hero seemed so familiar... Later on, when Tomura enters UA, he juggles making friends for the first time, proving his heroism despite his quirk, and a concerning new crush on the hot upperclassman.

📗

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Ships: MatchaBlossom (primary), Renga (secondary), ShadOka (maybe)

This one is going to go through a week of after-hours visits at Sia la Luce. Each day, someone drops in while Joe is closing up, needing one thing or another. From relationship advice to a pleasant escape to pleas for forgiveness, Joe finds himself to be the center of all of their attention. It's just a collection of seven mini-stories that are all collected throughout the span of one week in-universe. Everyone is going to give Joe a visit for different reasons and I'm excited to see how it turns out!

📙*

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Ships: Shin Soukoku (primary), Soukoku (secondary), more potentially TBA

A fantasy AU in which Fukuzawa and Mori are the kings of two rival kingdoms, Ada and the Port Kingdom (I'll probably change the names lol). Fukuzawa has no genetic heirs, but he had taken in a number of wards, one of which will be chosen to succeed him. Mori has two children, and the prince was born with a terrible curse that leaves his reputation soaked in blood. Atsushi, one of Fukuzawa's wards, is also cursed and feels that Prince Ryuunosuke is just like him; that he can be saved with some kindness and compassion. Despite being warned not to, he sneaks out and attends a ball intended to find the prince a suitor. While there, he unknowingly defends the prince from a number of attackers, which, while unnecessary, piques Ryuunosuke's interest. The two run away together, but wind up being sidetracked by an advancing enemy and wind up lost. Chuuya, a knight from the PK, is sent by Mori to go and find his son. Dazai, Atsushi's mentor and ward of Fukuzawa, is sent to go and locate the weretiger after he does not come to breakfast in the morning. Chuuya and Dazai run into each other while searching for their respective people, which leads to them teaming up to find them while Atsushi and Ryuunosuke are trying their hardest not to be found.

[hydrangeasimagination]

Poly BNHA Headcanons

As a poly person... and my love of the absolute kings that are the adults....

You know this woulda happened at some point

I’m a little out of practice though, I got some more little short blurbs lined up.

Reader’s a civilian.

~ Dari

Poly! ShigaDabi

possessive x200

my god, these two are either a match made in heaven or in hell

they can flip between pissing each other off to making out with barely any in between

it's not 100% clear if they would be able to fair well being together without you to keep them together considering how horrible they do at taking care of themselves.

but it is terribly clear they are so weak for you

as it may, you're but a simple civilian with villain boyfriends

the three of you don't like being away from one another as without you, they're usually at each other's throats

and well... it is supremely lonely as you keep to yourself to make sure they don't get caught

makes 'em all antsy to be without you

clingy when they see you again, it's adorable

they make steps to make sure that you have plausible deniability if any information about you does slip out, likely when they send you money or something of the like

honestly, it's sort of a vicious cycle; they're selfish bastards that adore you - but they want to keep you safe and not involve you in things like the League

Dabi wants more than anything to make sure you're safe and knows that it involves no longer associating with him or Tomura but he also fucking hates the idea of you with anyone else

Shigaraki is much, much more possessive, he wants you around him all of the time just to selfishly hog your and Dabi's attention, though he knows he can't just pluck you from your life because that's unfair to you - on top of your lack of fighting skills

they love you a whole lot and are constantly on the fence whether they should have you in their lives or not

you were a secret from most of the League

but how much longer were they going to be able to keep you secret?

Poly! EraserHawks

lazy boiiiis

this is utterly self indulgent but these two are the cuddliest, most sleepy binches on this list

it's a wonder how they got together but with you in the midst of it, they can't even think of being apart

most attentive and patient men you've ever had the pleasure of dating

they are also two of the busiest pros, much to your dismay

you barely get to spend time with either of your boyfriends together but since you love them so you make it work

they're usually gone all day, though Keigo tries to come and spend lunch with you and early mornings is where you can have them to yourself until the day begins

Shouta is likely the eldest of you three, he takes on a slightly more doting role and neither you or Kei have a problem with it at all

his schedule as a teacher pulled him away, doubly so after the dorms were installed - it's a constant fight to go and see him but you try your damnest

Keigo is the youngest and he is a little bit a brat, happily soaking in the benefits of being young - that includes being coddled and spoiled occasionally

being the number two hero is no joke, he's moving terribly fast all of the time and never gives himself time to slow down if he's not with you and Shou

you're right in the middle, being the glue that keep these boys grounded and thinking right

there are days where you manage to wrangle in time for just the three of you and it is the best thing

absence makes the heart grow fonder and it clearly shows when you all have the chance to be with each other after weeks of being far away

it makes your poor boys touch starved, desperate for affection

day offs is where you all take it easy since public dates aren't really a choice for you if you wanna get bombarded by the media

you all agreed that your relationship puts you all at a bit of a risk

mostly as you are a civilian dating two pro heroes

while you and Shouta were dating the number two hero in Japan

... it's the most amusing thing to be able to go to a hero function with the both of them because it seems like the three of you are going in only as friends

anyhow, the days you have your boys to yourself are a gift from god

a day where you can cling to one another, cuddle each other, and just be able to relax without worry of work...

those are the best days

Poly! EndMight

oh boy

these two have quite some problems to work on but come to the eventual realization that they both cared deeply for you on a romantic level

Enji was about to turn it into another competition but after it was pretty clear you had strong feelings for them both, he couldn't find it in himself to force you to make a decision - not after what he put Rei through

(just gonna preface that he’s divorced Rei here)

Toshinori is a gentle being and if it makes you happy, he supports it(within reason)

they're unsure if they'd be able to deal with each other so often, as this relationship is secret and unknown for everyone's sake

especially your's; being involved with both the former number one and the current number one

anyhow, it is clear that the two of them don't have the best relationship but try to at least get along

now, I'm not sure that they'd be as involved with each other as they are with you but again - that is something for them to work through

you are free to help them, though it might be best to allow them to talk to each other

they are also busy as hell, though one more than the other

Toshinori is a teacher but since he was no longer a hero, it freed up a lot of time so he spends as much as he can with you

Enji is thrust into the top spot and is expected to keep up with appearances so he's gone for much longer than you both like, it's also worrying for you after Hood left that scar on his face

despite that, it seems he's never busy to not spend lunch with you and he sends you things like food or flowers if he's missing you - up the point there's beautiful bouquets in every vase of the house

Toshi is better with words and Enji better with actions and they're sort of perfect matches in that sense, making up for what the other lacks

the soft parts of them are most amplified when they're with you, though they have parts they're even unwilling to show each other

this relationship isn't perfect by any means as the two will butt heads

but you really wouldn't have it any other way