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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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~The Deadly Silent Treatment~

(Me earlier this year: I can’t stand this dude...Me now: I only want to write for you...)

(Started implying some nasty near the end there so you know, minors DNI as usual)

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That’s it. That’s the last straw. You groaned again at the meal in front of you before blowing out the candle and wrapping everything up to put away. This was becoming a regular thing between the two of you and you didn’t like it one little bit. It’s been once a week you two agreed to have a date night between the two of you. Every time for the past month he’s been staying over at his office and working. Every time he’s come home far too late and fallen asleep doing whatever you two were supposed to be doing. He doesn’t make it through the first 10 minutes of the movie for movie night, he doesn’t come home on time for the romantic dinners, he’s too tired to go on evening walks. You try not to approach it directly considering the fact you can see the stress marks climbing along his face when you do. It’s not like he’s upset at you when you talk to him about it. You just don’t want to stress him out because you love him and how hard he works to support you two. However, there is only so much one person can take before they crack and this was your point. So instead of directly approaching the issue, (and maybe having one of your very rare arguments in the relationship) you took the petty route for the first time ever.

When he came home and called out to you before slipping his shoes and jacket off, you remained silent as you washed the dishes in the sink. He heard the water running so he knew you were home. That’s why it was rather confusing to him that you didn’t reply and you didn’t even bother looking up at him when he rounded the corner. He shrugged it off like maybe the water was too loud and you didn’t hear by chance. He knew something was wrong when he went to hug you from behind and you stiffened up before slowly looking over your shoulder at him and giving him the coldest glare he’d ever experienced...at least from you. He slowly backed away and just stared at your back for a minute as you finished up the dishes, washed your hands, and quickly went into the bathroom. Perhaps you weren’t feeling so well today? He was beginning to get worried. He eventually worked up the nerve to go to the bathroom door and gently knock. “My love, are you alright in there?” He was met with no reply except for he shower water starting up. He knocked again and waited. Finally you opened the door and glared at him again before slamming it shut. He heard it lock shortly afterwards. “That’s odd...” He pondered to himself. You two never locked the bathroom door when either of you showered or took a bath. Only when you went to the toilet was when it would be locked. Everything finally clicked into place when he looked at the half melted candle on the table and the food covered in plastic wrap. “Oh...” He frowned at his own actions lately when he remembered the extra hours he had pulled. He had been so absorbed in his work lately that he was neglecting the most important person to him. He sighed and knocked once more on the bathroom door. “Love, I’m so very sorry I came home late. Please let us discuss this like two adults?” The shower water turned off and shortly after that you emerged from the bathroom covered in steam with a plush towel wrapped around yourself. You gave him another glare and went straight to the bedroom. He frowned knowing it would be a very quiet night for him, but he didn’t know it would be so lonely too. No cuddles, not a drop of canoodling or shall he even think of it...sex. Nothing, not even a goodnight hug or kiss. The next morning you didn’t tell him to have a good day at work or to be safe. You didn’t bug him to come to his office with him. You didn’t give him his morning kiss like always. You didn’t even make him a full breakfast. No eggs and bacon with toast and coffee. You simply left him a half sandwich with NO condiments on it and a small cup of water.

The entire day was terrible for him. He sulked on the car ride to work, and sulked on the elevator up to his office floor. He was greeted by his Liberation comrades and he simply sighed and flashed their hand symbol back as he sunk into his chair. Trumpet grimaced and turned to the others at the table. “Is grand leader okay? Is he not feeling well?” He whispered. “Hmmm, he doesn’t appear to be stressed currently as his quirk isn’t in action.” Skeptic stopped typing on his keyboard to answer. “Yes, well it’s more like sadness if you ask me. Or a type of discomfort honestly. He’s probably sick.” Geten added before Curious laughed quietly. “You’re all very dense today which is surprising coming from you. Can’t you tell when a couple is fighting with each other?” The others paused and slowly looked at Re Destro as he was distracted and staring sadly at the clouds passing by the window. “An argument? About what do you think?” Skeptic asked, not looking away from his work. “Who knows, who cares. It’s not about the argument, it’s about the apology.” Curious said nonchalantly. Trumpet slowly stood up and cleared his throat before turning to Re Destro. “Sir? A moment if you will?” Re Destro grunted, not looking away from the window. “We’re thinking of working on the first anniversary of the book and I was wondering for an event if I could use the old edition as giveaways for my campaign.” Trumpet waited for a long time knowing the answer SHOULD be a no. However Re Destro surprised him by mumbling “why not...” before sighing once again. Trumpet sat down with a rather shocked expression. “He’s uhh...he’s really affected by this huh?”

“Well duh, of course he is. Hanabata, when you fall for someone and they get under your skin someday you’ll understand. Come on, let’s let him be.” She stood up first with the other’s following. “Yes well, it’s a good idea anyway. I’ve got some repairs to handle at Feel Good and it looks like we’re just not having a Liberation meeting today.” Skeptic spoke as he closed his laptop. “Guess I’ll go train then” said Geten. “Yeah and I need to gather some more things for my campaign to go well. I’m running for a higher position this year and can’t afford to fail.” Trumpet was the first to leave, unable to bear seeing his grand and mighty leader reduced to shambles over something so strange. Curious was the only one who stayed behind and let everyone else walk out. She locked the office door and Re Destro’s eyes followed her form, wondering what she was up to now. He sighed (for maybe the millionth time today) as she sat on a chair in front of his desk and smiled at him. “Chitose, what...”

“Shhhhh! Don’t talk just listen for a second. I’m assuming you and Y/N had an argument last night?”

“...not exactly.”

“Oh? I was wrong then? Alright then. Y/N is upset about something or sick? Either way, she/he/they made you sleep on the couch OR is giving you the deadliest treatment...a cold shoulder.”

“Cold shoulder?”

“The silent treatment.” Chitose smirked at him and he frowned. “Yes. I’m getting this silent treatment for the very first time in my entire life. I’ve never dealt with this before. I think I would prefer the argument instead. Honestly I deserve it. Here lately I suppose I’ve been thoroughly wrapped up in business with Detnerat and my relationship suffered from it. This is the first time I’ve ever really been in a relationship. I’m used to coming back to an empty house after work and doing whatever. I sometimes have difficulties remembering things aren’t as lonely anymore. Now, thanks to my behavior, I may have to go back to that old life...”

“Nonsense!” Curious interrupted him. She smiled softly and shook her head. “Everything you’ve just told me, go home and tell it to Y/N. Really go apologize.” He nodded and let her words sink in. Even on the ride home he was thinking of those words. He was not an overly confident man by default. He wasn’t above apologizing if it meant being able to see you, hold you, and listen to you. “Pull over here for a moment. I need to retrieve something from the inside.”

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You’ve had possibly the worst day in a very long time. Last night was easier to ignore him considering you were under the influence of anger but the next morning was too tough. You wanted so badly to just apologize and take to your morning routine but you were still a little annoyed at him so you kept up the act. You made a shit breakfast for him and didn’t bother to see him out on his way to work. The hardest part was watching his sad expression as he left the house. Near the middle of the day it was increasingly difficult for you to not send him a check in text. You kept thinking of something bad happening to him and the both of you ending on bad terms. It was why you can’t stay mad at him for much longer. You made your resolve by the time the door unlocked. You quickly jumped up and made your way to the front entryway. However, when the door opened you were greeted first by a face full of heart shaped balloons and a somewhat comically oversized red rose bouquet. “Uhhhh...” You watched as he struggled to carry the other bags inside as well. Then for the next 20 minutes (while you consumed half your weight in the snacks he got you) you listened to his apology on the couch side by side. It was so heartfelt and authentic that he ended up shedding a tear or two while saying it. Finally he went quiet and stared at you with desperate eyes. “I’m glad you apologized first.” You laughed and he let out a long sigh of relief before squeezing you into a very tight hug. “Oh thank God! I never want to go so many hours without hearing you ever in my life. I think I would rather give up my company, organization, and the clothes off my back than to experience it again.” You laughed at his dramatics. “I’m sorry I did it to you. It was immature of me. I should’ve just talked it over with you like a regular adult instead of ignoring you. I was worried sick about you all day long.” You embraced each other for a long time until an idea popped into your head. You pulled back and smiled at him mischievously. He tilted his head in confusion. “Y/N?”

“Well I was thinking about how you got me all of this lovely stuff as an apology and I hadn’t gotten you anything. But don’t worry about that...” You grabbed his tie and kept hold on it as you stood up, forcing him slowly to stand with you. “I’ve got a special apology for you, Rikiya~”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #rikiya yotsubashi #yotsubashi rikiya #re destro #meta liberation army #re destro x reader #rikiya yotsubashi x reader

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dabi-drift · 2 years

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Geten's s/o leaving him for Redestro? We need more angst and drama, please :))

Wow.

Geten/Iceman's S/O Leaves Him For Re-Destro:

❆ He's conflicted, tied between loyalty and love.

❆ He's never hated Re-Destro, never seen him as competition. He's sworn to always put Re-Destro's will before his own. But this feels like a test. He finally had a life outside of training, and someone to come home to. How could Re-Destro, the man he’d pledged his life to…how could he take that away?

❆ If it were anyone else, he'd intervene. But he can't lash out or threaten, so what's he supposed to do? Just let you go?? Yes

❆ His feelings crash like tidal waves, first the budding resentment, and then the guilt. How can he be angry at Re-Destro, at the man who took him in?

❆ It's so shameful. How should he face Re-Destro now?

❆ He needs someone to blame, so he blames you. He thought you'd be together forever. He thought you'd be happy forever. Did you ever really want that? Did you ever really want him?

❆ There was no blemish on his record. He wasn’t the cause. He didn’t make you leave. You chose to leave. You decided that he wasn’t enough. He'd lost this game of love, but it isn't his fault. He isn't a failure. Re-Destro is just better.

❆ He and Re-Destro are a world apart, in strength and character. To suggest that's why you left feels like a mockery of Geten's strength. But he can't shake it. Maybe he isn't strong enough.

❆ He can't reclaim your heart. To try would be like treachery. And in Re-Destro's eyes, he'd always be a criminal.

❆ He won't show how much you've hurt him. He's too proud. And he can't be happy for you. He's too bitter. He doesn't wear jealousy well, and he'll avoid you at all costs.

❆ It's like your love was a contract and you just backed out. Was he ever your one and only? Did you ever see a future with him? Or was he just a stepping stone? Had Re-Destro been your goal this whole time? He doesn't understand the ease of moving on. Had your time together meant nothing?

❆ Does Re-Destro treat you better? Spend more on you?...Does he love you more? Is that even possible? Geten loves you so, so much - more than anyone in the world! If he can't spin that into hatred, it's his heart that suffers. He has to let go of the reins, of everything that still tethers him to you.

❆ This was your choice. Yours, not his.

❆ But he's been in love for so long, and letting go is so painful. Why must it get worse before it gets better? Why can't he just forget you? Would he even want to?

❆ He'll never admit that you changed him, that your love had made him weak. It doesn't matter anymore. It isn't worth the heartache. He'll let go, because he has to. But he'll never forget the life you shared, when you were his and he was yours.

#bnha geten #geten #mha geten #geten x reader #my hero academia #bnha x reader #league of villains #re destro #re destro x reader

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villain-sympathizer · 2 years

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Could you write a fic where ReDestro takes reader, who's a member of the League (kind of like League dad like how he's MLA dad) on a date, and when he gets there to pick them up, the whole League gives him a hard time protective sibling style? Is that too much? Sorry if it is.

you're darn tootin' i can write that!!

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Re-Destro x GN!Reader; Takes place after MVA arc, but before the PLF vs. Heroes battle

[Contents: Platonically protective league; Mentions/threats of murder (thanks to Dabi and Tomu) but no actual violence; Season 5/MVA arc spoilers; Possible grammar issues lmao]

Word count: 806

[[Note: I write my x readers in third person and completely non-descript, so that others can insert either themselves or OCs if they want!]]

»»—— Impromptu Interrogation ——««

"Still can't believe it's you they're going out with," Jin comments while Rikiya smoothes out his tie in the floor-length mirror, before his other voice chimes in with: "Couldn't think of anyone better!"

Rikiya and the newly formed Paranormal Liberation Front, sans the original members of the Meta Liberation Army, were all gathered in one of the many living room spaces of his mansion, awaiting for one of their original members to arrive. Said member was one he planned on taking out on a date, and their team mates decided to interrogate him while he nervously fiddled with his suit and paced around the room.

"Better not be planning anything weird with them after dinner," Dabi pipes in from his spot on one of the couches, legs spread and arms draped over the back of the cushions. "Or we won't hesitate to finish you off, like Shigaraki was supposed to." He motions to their leader, who took residence on the comfy-looking recliner and almost seemed to be asleep, if it weren't for the middle finger he gave Dabi in response.

"Fuck off," Tomura's voice comes out gravely, with a slight croak to it. "But also, he's right. I'll decay the rest of you just like I did to your legs if you try anything on them."

Rikiya let out a shaky breath, turning away from the mirror to resume his anxious pacing. "I have no intentions with them after dinner, except to bring them back home. You have my word."

"That better be all, or I won't hesitate to cut you, baldy!" Toga shoots the commander a vicious grin from her spot on the floor, a pillow placed beneath her knees for comfort as she continues her board game with Jin at the coffee table. Spinner was also playing alongside them, but was either uninterested in the topic, or simply unwilling to join in on such a ridiculous argument.

Mr. Compress makes his way over to the ever-worrying CEO, deciding to show at least a smidge of kindness to him by helping to fix and smooth out the older mans suit. "My colleagues' threats are as empty as their skulls, my friend," he hums from beneath his mask, making sure Rikiya's tie was properly tightened. "Pay no mind to them. I'm sure thing's will go smoothly with [Name], you have nothing to fear."

Rikiya offers him a grateful smile, about to thank the masked man for his reassurance, until his tie was gripped and he was harshly yanked forward by the force of the others robotic arm.

"However," Compress begins, voice low so that only the two of them could hear. "Unlike theirs, my threats are nowhere near as empty. You best treat them with more respect than your ancestor you love so much, or so help me, I'll throw your compressed marble to the bottom of the ocean before I release you from it. Understand?"

When Compress got a nod from the other, he lets go with a cheerful 'Good!' just as the door to the living area opened, revealing the very topic of the groups conversation. They were dressed nicely, just formally enough for a light romantic dinner date - but Rikiya could have swore he were staring at a deity in that very moment.

Once the door closed, [Name] looked up and around the room, about to give a greeting to the group with a smile. However, they quickly noticed the tense atmosphere around a couple of the members, especially with the two men closest to them. "Oh, uh... I'm not interrupting something, am I?"

Rikiya's brought out of his short stupor when he hears their voice, straightening his back and putting on a charming grin. "No, not at all! I was just asking Mr. Compress here to make sure my tie was straight," he assured, making his way over to his partner and gently taking their hand, pressing a quick kiss to it. "Are we ready to depart, dear?"

His charisma was contagious, and [Name] couldn't help but give a bashful smile in return as they blushed. "Why yes, yes I am," they respond, before turning to address the rest of the group. "You lot better not have hassled him while I was getting ready, or I swear..." A chorus of 'Noooo...' is groaned amongst the lounging villains, and [Name] knew that was the best they'd get from their friends. "Well then, Riki, let's head out, shall we?"

"Yes, lets," Rikiya agrees with them, opening the door to let his partner leave first, then making his way through the doorway himself. Before the CEO closes the door, he catches a glimpse of the League all shooting various glares his way just before the door clicks into place.

Rikiya made sure the both of them were back by 10 pm on the dot.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #redestro x reader #rikiya yotsubashi x reader #rikiya yotsubashi #dame writes #redestro #re destro

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tomura-complex · 3 months

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✮ Personal assistence ✮

I shall present to you a new down to core kinky oneshot: Tomura Shigaraki x Bunny!Reader

TW: NSFW, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, praise, degradation, caught while having sex

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This job was a step into a better life with better salary. Even though you were just an assistant. The job was quite simple, but hectic. After two months, you were doing everything for your boss… for the great commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Re Destro was really happy about your work and he applied you to an even better position. The personal assistant of Tomura Shigaraki. Your work got even more hectic and you practically became Shigaraki’s shadow. And if you accidentally had some free time, you still followed Shigaraki like a puppy. A puppy… with white rabbit ears and a small white rabbit tail. Such a perfect assistant!

First weeks in the new position were… awkward. Your office was in his. You just had a small desk with a computer, calendar and a phone. You just sat all day by the desk and arranged his schedule to his likings. That meant changing his schedule all the time, because he was lazy and then making excuses and calling everyone from his meetings. But after quite a lot of days you started to know each other’s presence. You memorized his favorite meals and his favorite coffee. And he stopped being so whiny, so you had less work with his schedules. Things were getting better. You followed him to every meeting taking notes of the important things and every time you were walking in the hallway, his big hand rested on your back. Always. Every walk with him by the hall. When you sat by your desk and arranged a new meeting for him, he always went to you after the call and looked at his schedule, while slightly holding your thigh. When you got him coffee, he always slightly stroked your ass and the back of your thighs and asked about his next task.

These slight touches slowly became grasps and firm holds. Your whole day routine changed to be in more contact with him. “Good morning sir.” you chirped and put his coffee in his favorite place. “Thank you darling.” He mused and slapped your ass. “What are we dealing with today?” “Just a meeting with the league members at 2 pm. That’s all for today.” You smiled and felt his hand traveling under your short skirt and pinching one of your cheeks. You squealed and jumped a little, your tail twitching. “You forget something.” Tomura said firmly. “T-that’s all for today… sir.” You mumbled and he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. “Such a good girl.” He mused and your ears lowered a little. Praising was always your weak spot. His hand wandered from your ass to your knee and back. He squished your thighs and looked at some documents. “Maybe we should try something new.” He looked at you. Hunger and lust in his eyes and a raging problem in his tight pants. You gulped. One of his hands trailed to your face, stroking your cheek and stroking your lips with his thumb. “I always wondered how your cute and little mouth would feel on my cock. Get to work darling. So you can go back to your work as soon as you can.” He smiled at you, his eyes almost hypnotizing you. “Y-yes sir.” You whispered and got onto your knees under his desk. You always liked him… admired him, his power. Your soul always screamed when he touched you. Always wanting more. Your hands gently unzipped his pants, your ears lowering to your head and your tail twitching with excitement. You pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his raging boner. It was… Thicker than you expected. He had beautiful veins on his full length and his scent… Oh god. It was even more hypnotizing than his eyes. And his heavy balls full to their brim ready for release. You gently licked his cock and then took him in your mouth. “Mm. I have my new favorite sight.” He grinned and watched as your head bobbed on his dick. From this perfect state startled Shigaraki a knock on the door. “Come in.” He said while smiling at your surprised look and gesturing you to keep up. Another assistant walked inside. “W-where is your assistant?” On Tomura’s face appeared a shit eating grin. “She went on a quick break. What is it?” “We got new information about heroes’ patrol shifts.” “Great. Put them on her desk.” He mumbled and after a while you heard the door closing. You met his ruby eyes and smiled. He chuckled and relaxed. His hand stroked your ears and grabbed your hair. He started guiding your head to his favorite rhythm, making you gag. Such a beautiful sound and view. After this joyful moment you felt him tense up. His hand pulled you into his groin, his pubic hair tickling you. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt his cock squirting semen into your throat, making you gag even more. He loosened his grip and you pulled away gulping for air. “I have a new daily task for you.” He grinned. “I’m glad sir.” You smiled.

After this encounter, every day was wilder. Your throat was sore everyday, but it was worth it. But this time Tomura decided to push this encounter into something even more. You finally had a free afternoon and you don’t even know how it happened. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed through his office room. You laid on your clean desk, his hands firmly holding your hips. The scent of making out masked your senses and his grunts were the only thing you could hear. You grabbed his tie and lowered him to you kissing his lips. Tomura smiled. “Such a good assistant… ugh… We need to do this more. Imagine me bending you over. Fucking you in front of a mirror. Or in front of the windows. Or in the meeting rooms.” Your ears twitched. “Oh, you would like that? Yeah? My cute slut would like that?” He grinned and kissed your nipples. You mewled and your back arched. All of this was too much for you. The knot in your abdomen finally snapped and you slightly squirted on his shirt. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled and admired your exhausted body. He grabbed your ass firmly and sped up. He huffed, towering above you. He kissed you feverishly and came right inside your cunt. He mused happily and slowed down. He picked up the phone and gave it to you. “Call and get me a new shirt.” You smiled and dialed the phone. After a while, someone knocked on the door. You slowly got up leaving his embrace and his softening cock. You arranged your clothes and picked up his clothes. “Here sir.” You smiled and gave him the shirt.

Since then you were fucking like rabbits. That fits you, right? You were fucking everywhere you could, missing some appointments and dealing with it later. You sat on his lap cockwarming him, while he thought about his new plans. Sometimes he fucked you only to torture you by making you call and arrange meetings while your session. The only one who knew about your little affair was Schuichi. You once stayed after your shift, only for a make out session. You ended up stuck in a room with cleaning products. It was small and cramped, but you still fit in there. You were pushed against the wall and your legs were around his waist. He fucked you up the wall not wanting to stop. “I… Got you something.” He huffed and kissed your neck. “What is it sir?” You smiled at him. And then you felt it. A fabric around your neck. You looked at him. “It fits you well.” You take it in your hands and look at it. It was white collar with a name sewn on it. It said: “Bunny”. You smiled. “Thank you so much.” I beamed and kissed him passionately. Your faces were met with a big stream of light. Schuichi stood by the opened door looking flabbergasted with an open mouth. You felt your cheek heat up and you hid your face in Tomura’s chest. “I just wanted… to get the new markers.” Schuichi mumbled and Tomura handed them to him and closed the door back. Then he bursted laughing and you chuckled. You never noticed why Schuichi needed these markers. Maybe for one of these meeting rooms?

Time flew by and you started living with him. Assisting him every minute of his life. Your relationship was now official and the league was happy for Tomura. You snuggled into him sitting with the league on the couch on a movie night. Tomura smiled and toyed with your bunny tail. You blushed and cuddled into him. He lowered to you and whispered into your ear.

“I can’t wait for the night to breed your tummy to the brim.”

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! I stitched this up just from my kinky thoughts from lonely nights. And here is a little secret! I'm planning another oneshot from an office AU, where reader is the boss and Tomura is a hardworking employee in a need of a reward!

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bugs1nmybrain · 3 months

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Okay, I decided to wake up and choose violence, so here goes? Imagine? Shigaraki with a pudgy kindhearted girlfriend (quirk or quirkless) that he absolutely loves so much🥰 The two of them have been dating Since he first assembled the LOV, (or before than?) So, after the fight against Re-Destro both Re-Destro and trumpet found out that Shigaraki has a girlfriend. The both of them were very, very bothered and disturbed by it, because they think that the idea of him having a girlfriend would just get in the way of his plans? and when Shigaraki here’s about all of the negative things that they’re saying about his beloved and he LOSES IT! Like completely lost it 😱 and Confronts them about their bullshit And put them back in their place.

with all my heart - Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

First off, AMAZING PROMPT! I love when people perceive Tomura as a lovebug because he IS

warnings: a mention of sex but no smut, fem-reader with she/her pronouns, swearing, the writing isn't cohesive and is totally off topic at first, white-haired Shigaraki, ANGSTY backstory about their love, kind of fluffy!!, short story, not proofread and likely has typos

Throughout all of Tomura Shigaraki's efforts to bring hero society to its knees, there has always been a deep-seated emptiness within him. It became painful for him, so much so that he would dig himself completely raw before falling asleep at night. He hated it. Even when he made progress and advancements in his goals, he felt hallow.

Until you made him feel whole.

You two met right after he had gathered the League together, by a very casual encounter. Tomura was known to go on walks at night when he felt frustrated, and so while he was trying to process all that was happening and the wonders his group was going to pursue, he stumbled upon you at the park.

Sobbing, he heard. It was startling, and he almost wanted to leave. He picked you out, though, huddled on a bench and shaking with your phone in your hand. You were wearing a pencil skirt and some graphic t-shirt, with eyeliner streaming down your face, and surrounded by literal broken hearts. Tomura felt a tug at his heart, somehow. He didn't understand it, and hated how much dread he felt while looking at you. He didn't understand why he resonated with you so much then until he had fought Re-Destro and the memories of his past awoken.

When you looked up at him, he felt stuck. He didn't want to leave, but he also didn't know what to do.

All he could manage was a mumbled, "Hey."

You had been kicked out of your parent's house because they didn't approve of your so-called "lifestyle." That "lifestyle" consisted of wearing fashionable clothes, not meeting their expectations even though you tried extremely hard to be productive, and above all else- you hated hero society. They hurt you emotionally to the point that you had contemplated horrible things, only to be thrown out. A so-called "snowflake" in their eyes, but when Tomura listened to what you had to say, he told you to "let it snow."

The way you warmed up to him ignited a protective and playful spirit in him. He instantly offered for you to live with him, which was hasty, but it would soon blossom into a sweet and beautiful relationship between the two of you.

You've told him many times about how he "saved" you, and to that he tells you to shut up, but never maliciously. He knows deep down that he feels warmth knowing that he could offer you safety, in his own crooked way. You did the same for him, he'd argue. You stuck with Tomura throughout all of it; when AFO was arrested and they had to live dirt cheap, when he was insistent on beating Gigantomachia, throughout all his meltdowns and bad moods, you were there to hold him and let him just be. After a long day of taking a beating and destroying what he could, he came back to you, and you'd make him whole again. He loved you so much.

So to hear this bird-faced baldy and snob politician with a pedo-stash talking shit on you? He was not having that.

Shigaraki lingered outside Re-Destro's office. He had the door closed, but he could tell he was talking to Trumpet. Shigaraki was going to approach him about buying the League (and you) a night out to the casino, but he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"I never even expected Shigaraki to be able to have a romantic partner," Trumpet comments, almost impressed. "I can almost guarantee she's with him because she feels that she has no other choice."

"Either way, she's slowing down operations. I don't mean to question the Grand Commander, but-"

"He comes to meetings, clicks his pen with a few "uh-huhs" unless he's the one talking, and when the meeting is over, she's right outside the door," Trumpet continues.

maybe if you guys talked about shit I cared about, things would be different

"He strolls off with her, giving her the attention that he should be giving to the cause."

"Not to mention, her quirk doesn't have any practical use. Nothing that would help protect the cause."

(Your quirk was a fascinating one, and multifaceted, actually. When you were feeling emotions of love and adoration, you produced bubbly hearts around you. Their color depended on the context of love you felt. However, your quirk had an added bonus! Which was that when you loved someone deeply, their quirk had no effect on you.)

(I guess you could consider this like Eraserhead's quirk mixed with La Brava's. However, this quirk wouldn't work for characters with external quirks like Explosion, Electricity, or Fire, because those are produced as a substance and not as an on-contact quirk. So for her, quirks like Tomura's would apply, but so could Brainwashing, Erasure, Toga's quirk (I can't remember the name), Zero-Gravity, etc.)

"Maybe we could find a way to get Shigaraki to focus on the real mission. Draw her away from him, and have her see his true colors, that way her quirk loses its effect.."

Oh he had heard ENOUGH now.

Some childish spite in Tomura wanted to decay the whole door down and say "listen motherfuckers," but he did things the adult way. Sort of. So he waited until their conversation was over. Trumpet started to leave and turned the doorknob to be abruptly faced with Tomura's "oh you've done it now" smile.

"Oh-jesu-"

"Grand Commander! What is it you need? Did your weekly payment go through? Any mistakes? Let me know and I'll fix it!" Re-Destro exclaimed, half-genuinely at his awe of Shigaraki, and half trying to throw a bandaid over what he knew Tomura had heard.

"Oh, you're going to have to do a lot of compensation for the bullshit I just heard," Tomura grumbled, trying to go with intimidation rather than attack.

"I-I don't understand!"

"Re-Destro..." Trumpet cringed, knowing that Tomura was on their asses.

"But you understand so much, don'tcha?" Tomura turns the other way to face Trumpet, too. "And so don't you? How about I give you two some grand advice and say this: mind your own fucking business and if you have a problem with my woman, you're going to have to tally your asses off because she's NOT leaving."

"I don't mean to impose Shigaraki. It's just that she takes up quite a bit of your time."

"And how many of us are there to be attending to all the dirty work? Mr. "I'm-going-to-hide-up-in-my-tower-while-my-people-go-after-the-big-bad League of Villains?" Yeah, I'm sorry that you two are some miserable geezers who have to pay to get laid, but I'm not cutting corners with Y/N because you guys have some sticks up your asses. Get the hell over it."

"I-I understand, Shigaraki!"

Trumpet began to roll his eyes and excused himself to leave, and was immediately startled with another face he did not want to see.

"Hi babe!" Tomura smiled wide with puppy eyes when he saw you standing in the doorway.

"Hi Tomura," you smiled back, tiny pink hearts popping around you. The two older men could immediately sense the "love-bird" energy between the two of you and felt annoyed. You practically tip-toed your way into the room and stood beside Tomura awkwardly.

"How'd you know I was here?" Tomura teased, brushing your hair out of your face. He gave zero fucks about PDA right now. They deserved the discomfort in his eyes.

"I saw you up the stairs when I was looking for you. I woke up and you weren't in bed."

"Sorry, baby, I should've told you before I left. I was just coming up to Re-Destro's office to ask him something," Shigaraki slied while averting his attention over to Re-Destro. "You know, y/n's been telling me about how she really wants a PC."

"Oh, is that so?" Re-Destro fake laughed.

You simply nodded shyly, feeling put on the spot, but knew full well what Tomura was doing. You had ironically heard what Tomura was saying to them right after he was eavesdropping himself.

"Yeaaa. She wants a really expensive one, too."

You actually had only wanted a pretty standard one; you were humble. This was Tomura just pulling some extra strings for you.

"Is that too much, Re-Destro?" Tomura pestered. Trumpet snuck out and had been long gone by this point.

"Of course not! Just tell me the price and I'll make it happen."

"Thank you," you said quietly, though you and Tomura both knew that was meant for him and not Re-Destro.

When you and Tomura left Re-Destro's office, you headed back to your shared room. Tomura held your hand delicately, thinking about what they said before about trying to make your quirk ineffective toward him. A part of him feared that happening since you started dating, and their comments only reinforced that anxiety for him. You squeezed his hand tight in realization and continued to snuggle up on him like a clingy cat.

"You know I love you, right?" Tomura mutters.

"I love you more, Tomu" you bubbled with an infestation of smokey hearts blowing in his face.

"Jesus! Haha, I guess so.." he smiles, waving the hearts out of his face playfully with an instant frown following.

"What's wrong, Tomura?"

"Nothing. I mean, I guess I'm just angry at them, for saying those things about you."

"I hope I'm not a distraction like they said."

"What? No! Don't ever fucking think that, please. I swear, if they ever tell you that you're getting in the way, or try to turn you from me, I give you full permission to kill them. Or come to me, I'll do it for you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"You already said that, dummy."

"You said it too!"

"Fuck," Tomura cackles, pulling you in tight for a kiss. "Did you know that you're my comfort character, y/n?"

"Oh really?" you laugh.

"Duh. You're my favorite person, and...you make me feel warm? Which means you're stuck in this bed with me until I say you can leave."

"Aye-aye, Grand Commander," you obeyed sarcastically, hearts fluttering around you too as he pet your hair.

"Good girl. I'm not letting any bald-headed asshole try to take you from me."

"They couldn't do that, Tomura. I love you too much."

"You said it again."

"And I'll say it a thousand times more," you said, kissing his cheek tenderly as you continued to hold him until your brand-new PC arrived at your doorstep (under 24 hour shipping! Thanks Re-Destro!).

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seretoningghost · 10 months

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Tomura Shigaraki x Male Reader

Warnings : SMUT.

You can also find my new - and older works posted on my Wattpad! AnonymousN3rd!

I'm still super unsure if Tomura is exactly yay or nay just yet... Like yeah he's hot but... The shit he does..

I- I just love mafia bosses so fucking much- and his outfit at the end of season 5???? WOOOOOF!

(IVE ONLY WATCHED UP TO SEASON 6 SO NO SPOILERS)

Also I listened to Lovejoy - Portrait of a Blank Slate, its just soooo Tomura's vibe. 😎

Power Bottoming specifically mafia boss Tomura at the end of season 5 is literally my brainrot rn.

Y/Ns quirk is vibration where they can make their body or just select parts of themselve vibrate - lightly to super intense, like useful level intense.

His body naturally vibrates at a unnoticeable different level and it makes it so Shigaraki's quirk doesn't work on him.

THIRD PERSON POV

"What can I do for you hmm?!?"

"... Leave..."

"YESSIRR!"

A deafening silence settled in once re-destro left.

Shigaraki stood, propped against his crutch, unsure what to do all by himself.

His comrades were eating sushi, and this was the first time he felt good and was left alone.

Shigaraki turned silently, his crutch making clicks as he walked down the hallway.

Absently rubbing his right hand against his pants, all feeling hadn't returned exactly yet - but that was only temporary.

Walking down the silent hallway he could hear destros followers cheering get quieter.

Until they were practically unheard.

"Well... The capes nice."

Shigaraki paused, turning to the voice.

"Yeah? Well you did always say I was like a mafia boss..."

"... Fuck your voice is hot..." Y/N growled, smirking.

".. Would you like me to say more words?" Shigaraki grinned, teasing.

Y/N stepped forward, circling Tomura and drinking in the new outfit.

"Why did you get something so hot when you know your just gonna destroy it?" Y/N purred, his eyes clouding with lust as he practically roamed Tomura's body.

"Thats the best part, they get me all the suits I need."

"Oh?" Y/N's eyes glinted as he snapped his gaze to Shigaraki's, Y/Ns body vibrating breifly with unbridled lust.

Shigaraki had been fuck buds with Y/N enough to know what that meant.

"Well... How is everything going with LOV?" Y/N shifted.

"Its going good, I'm going to initiate your plan soon... But I think I need some compisation.... For it...~" Shigaraki grinned.

Y/N smirked, looking over Shigaraki again.

Y/N's hand vibrated breifly as he gestured to Tomura.

"You sure your doctor said your allowed to receive payment?" Y/N said with a shit eating grin, almost as if he was gonna snicker.

Shigaraki grinned wide.

"Well... If they didn't..... Who cares? They'll just have to patch me back up when were done~..."

...

The air was hot and unbearable.

Loud bed squeaking and creaking as Y/N slammed his hips down on Tomura, wet slaps could be heard - Tomura's raspy voice moaning beneath Y/N.

Shigaraki laying on the bed, groping tight on Y/Ns voluptuous hips.

Shigaraki's cape discarded and forgotten on the floor, lube haphazardly thrown to the floor without regard to possible future need.

"O-Oh- Oh god... Y/N! More!" Tomura moaned, a high pitched whine leaving his lips soon after.

Pushing his head further back into the matress with euphoria, his hair sprawling across the bed.

Y/N desperately wanted to tease Tomura about how Y/N actually ran LOV now, and how his mentor might feel - but a long winded tease didnt seem fitting.

But something about riding the ex leader of LOV, the same guy who handed it over for some sex - while all the members of the orginization didnt actually know that Y/N ran it... Just really made it even sexier.

Y/N moaned softly, back curving in pleasure as Y/N bounced his hips.

Y/N grabbed hold of Shigaraki's tie again, holding it like a leash as he grinned - moaning and whining as he rode him.

Shigaraki's breath hitched, before it was almost cut off - enough where he wouldn't pass out, but his body still begged for more air - it was-

"So... Sexy..." Shigaraki moaned, squeezing his nails into the supple flesh of Y/N's hips.

Shigaraki's cock twitched deep within Y/N.

Shigaraki stared at the view, Y/N was so damn sexy in the dim lighting of the room.

Shigaraki's eyes clouded with lust as he stared with longing, desire, and hunger.

Y/N reached his free hand down, taking a firm grip of his own cock and giving it a ample stroking.

"Ah..." Shigaraki moaned, eyes glinting with lust at the scene.

Shigaraki would be thrusting right now to deepen the pleasure - but he tried earlier, his body is still too achy.

"M-More~... Aah!" Shigaraki moaned.

Y/N using his quirk to vibrate his body.

Shigaraki gasped for air, back arching roughly.

"F-fuck-"

And with a final moan Shigaraki came, Y/N whimpering and riding a bit more.

Y/N mewled, cumming, slowing down his pace to allow the two of them to ease down from their high.

Both panting when Y/N finally stopped, his thighs shivering as he panted heavily, Tomura still deep inside his guts.

Y/N had his head hanging low as he slouched forward, his hands on Tomura's abdomen.

It was quiet as the room slowly lost its heat, Tomura could feel the heat of his orgasm slowly leaking out of Y/N and down what little of his cock wasn't inside Y/N.

"So... I hope your ready for more~.... Because I'm not done yet~..." Y/N grinned, looking up to Tomura.

Shigaraki stared quietly for a minute, then grinned as he ran one hand up from Y/Ns thigh to his hip.

"Your so dirty... You know that?" Shigaraki teased.

#x male reader #mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom male reader #tomura shigaraki #oneshot #+18 content #+18 only #smut #male reader smut

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thesakuragarnet · 6 months

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Deal With The Devil (Dabi X Fem!Reader)

Summary: You've got a feeling that your sudden promotion has little to do with your boss finally recognizing your potential and everything to do with the strings your lover is pulling to bring you closer to him.

Part three of Dabi X Fem! Support Course Graduate Reader (Part 1; Part 2)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS WILL BE HIDDEN BELOW THE KEEP READING BUTTON!

Non-Spicy Tags: swearing, heavy smut, Dabi X Fem! Support Course Reader, making out, some g0re-y imagery/metaphor but none actually other than Dabi-typical b0dy horror

Word Count: 2,999 words

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Spicy Tags: f0replay, mirror s3x, vag!nal s3x, aftercare, slightly rough s3x, pull!ng out, vag!nal fingering, gr!nding, d0ggy style, slight ma$turbat!on, 3dging, 0ral s3x, cunn!lingus, slight praise k!nk, slight 0ral fixation

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Things were getting dicey in the news. The League was on the move...meaning your lover was getting anxious. They'd had to relocate from their home base in Kamino Ward, and Dabi's visits were growing few and farther between. Not by his choice of course...he loathed being far away from you. There was an ache like no other burning throughout his body...just for you. It grew stronger with each passing day. Each new encounter was more possessive. More greedy. More needy. Filled to the brim with an intensifying passion. It was enchanting. Some intrinsic part of you wanted to say to hell with it all and run away with him. But...you still had a job...an important job at that. You were one of Detnerat's Support Item specialists, and, lately, they'd been asking way more of you than ever before. Rumors were spreading about some shifty work higher up...and...when the new requirements for your temperature controller popped up with new measurements...and a familiar-looking jacket to attach them to...you slowly began to connect the dots. You were making Support Items for villains...or at least, your company was. More specifically...your life's work was going to belong to exactly who spurred it in the first place. Touya Todoroki.

...

Once Detnerat's allegiance was revealed to its employees, Dabi decided he wanted you closer. You got a letter in the mail at the end of last week...from your boss...your boss's boss's boss... Re-Destro himself. It was something about a promotion, effective immediately, with instructions regarding new living quarters and a laboratory for you to carry out your projects. The next day, moving trucks arrived at your apartment complex, along with a stretch limo with a nearly silent and slightly rude driver. You panicked, packing what little you owned as quickly as possible.

...

The limo stops at Gunga Mountain Villa: an old architectural blemish hidden in the forests of the mountains. To your surprise, you quickly gathered that this was, in fact, the home base for the Paranormal Liberation Front...an organization that you knew Dabi had recently joined as a lieutenant.

Speak of the devil, the moment you step out, Touya Todoroki appears out of thin air.

"What a coincidence," He smirks sarcastically, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye behind his indifferent facade. "I'll lead you to your new home, darling," He muses, and you fall into step beside him into the villa. The halls are bustling with all sorts of riff-raff going about their daily duties, and some of them give you confused stares, immediately looking away once a certain pair of cerulean eyes bores into them.

In the distance, you see a lanky figure brandishing a laptop; his long, inky black hair hangs loosely. You recognize him from Dabi's descriptions whenever he'd complain about his new colleagues.

"Is that-" Before you can finish your sentence, Dabi nods.

"Stay close. Don't talk to him," He murmurs under his breath, and you feel Dabi's arm wrap around you, pulling you close to him and draping over your shoulders as Skeptic approaches.

"Off to have fun with your little pet, I see," Skeptic snorts cynically as he walks, typing away and barely looking up.

"She's not a pet!" Dabi snaps, eyes burning as venom coats his voice, seeming to dare Skeptic to hurl any more insults. Luckily, the man keeps walking in the opposite direction. Dabi's jaw clenches as he squeezes your shoulder, walking even more briskly. He leads you up several flights of stairs and down a hall to a door.

Your heart stutters in your chest as Dabi opens it. You recognize the charcoal black walls...the black silk satin bedsheets...you'd seen it in pictures he'd sent you of himself. Though...there's a noticeable addition to Touya's bedroom. One of the walls has been replaced by a mirror, hung parallel with the bed on the opposite wall.

"The movers will set up the rest of your things in your lab. It's gonna be in the basement by the auditorium," Dabi yawns absentmindedly as you shrug off your backpack filled with blueprints. "But...this is where you live now. I guess," He shrugs, trying to sound indifferent, but you can hear the tension in his tone.

"So...we're sharing this room?" You raise your eyebrow, and the devious grin spreads across Dabi's face once again.

"Unless you have any complaints about it," He croons, turning to face you. The room is dimly lit, and Dabi pulls the door closed before taking a few more steps toward you.

"I know you've had a stressful day with the short-notice move...so why don't we relax?" He chuckles darkly.

"Remember as always. Anything you don't like. Just say the word. I don't mind," He whispers in your ear, and you nod. Even in his darkest moments, this is something you're always thankful for. Despite him being a literal villain, he's gentle with you...unless otherwise discussed. He's...deliberate with you. Sometimes it makes you wonder if he's scared the slightest wrong move will scare you off. The last thing you want is for him to disappear...after all...you'd only just recently gotten him back after all these years. He loved you. He truly, wholeheartedly loved you. It was a bit strange, considering how he was portrayed in the news and by the public. Sure, he could be called a monster for his patchwork skin and for the things he's done, but you knew a different side of him. A real side of him. A raw side of him. A side that...perhaps you were the only one to ever see. He cups the side of your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb...and sweetly connects your lips. You dissolve into his embrace, feeling his hand snake around your waist and pull you flush against him; both of your hearts pound in your chests as you kiss one another passionately. It's so easy to get lost in Touya's kiss, especially with how your lips fit together like a final puzzle piece. Every time he kisses you, it's as if the whole world suddenly makes sense. Nothing else exists but you and Touya.

Dabi's hand drops from your cheek, resting against the back of your neck and pulling you in as he slides his tongue against your top lip. You let him in, meeting his tongue eagerly with your own. The hand at your waist travels to your back, gripping the fabric of your jacket in a fist. He wants it off. Without a word, you start shrugging out of the sleeves, and Dabi begins to slip out of his own jacket. The conductor cuffs clink to the floor, but you'll worry about repairing them later. Dabi's kisses grow more hasty, lips sloppily connecting over and over and over before he starts to move from your lips to your jaw. His hands find their way to the buttons of your blouse, roughly unbuttoning it at a furious pace. You submit to him, letting him drag his teeth down to your neck, where he starts intensely sucking on your flesh. You gasp when his hands cup your breasts, squeezing them in a way that's borderline concerning, but you know he'd never hurt you...not in a way that you didn't consensually ask for at least. Hot and heavy breaths burst from your lips as your hands find their way through his charcoal-colored hair, eyelids fluttering as he bites down possessively. Slowly, you feel him leading you backward to the bed, and, the next thing you know, you're falling onto those inky silk sheets.

"Fuck," Dabi's voice is gravelly as he groans against your skin, and something stirs between your legs when you feel his clothed erection pressing up against you. Instinctively, you roll your hips, and Dabi practically melts into your arms, his resolve shaking as the muted stimulation sends shockwaves down his spine. Something snaps in his brain. His fingers start tugging your pants down, and you hurriedly kick them off with your shoes as your arousal grows. Dabi's lips trace down your body, licking between your tits and further down still, trailing down your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your panties. Teasingly, he hooks his fingertips below the elastic, plucking it so it gently snaps back against you. Blush tints your cheeks as he looks up at you with a knowing grin before he kisses your inner thigh, slowly snaking down your leg until he reaches your ankle.

"Take 'em off. On all fours, princess," Dabi commands, love lacing his tone as he briefly gets off the bed to finish disrobing. You follow his orders without a word, tossing your panties off the side of the bed before facing the headboard as you get on all fours.

Dabi clicks his tongue as you feel the bed creak.

"Face the mirror," He coaxes, and you shudder, following his instructions...you can see him climbing onto the bed.

Dabi's calloused hands trace over your thighs, gripping them tenderly as you hear a soft sigh from behind you. You lift your head, looking into the mirror as you were instructed, and you can see that your lover's eyes are practically glowing. The blazing cerulean bores into you, staring into your very soul...it's such a desperate longing gaze that he might as well be ripping the flesh off your body and leaving you completely bare to the bone. You watch him reach over, pulling the lube out of the nightstand drawer and pouring a generous amount on his throbbing cock. He shivers, muttering curses under his breath as he smooths it over, lazily jerking himself off as he stares at you.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, y'know that, princess?" He groans, bending down to press a slow kiss between your shoulder blades. The gesture sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but stare in the mirror, as if in a trance, as he slowly starts to sink into you.

"Oh, God," Touya huffs, pressing into you until his hips meet your backside. The stretch feels so familiar, yet it still throws sparks across your vision.

"Touya," You stutter, and you feel him twitch deep inside you. He loves it when you moan his name...he's obsessed. Delicately, he starts rocking his hips, pumping inside you at a steady pace that wrecks your brain.

"That's it, baby," He pants, squeezing your thighs again as he pulls you to him, "Lemme hear you."

You can't help but dissolve into a stuttering, groaning mess as he fucks you, sweat dripping down your neck; Dabi reaches around, pulling you off your hands and knee and hoisting you up so your back presses against his chest. Your eyes practically roll back into your head as his hands travel roughly up your body, subtly heated fingertips pinching your nipples. Right as you open your mouth to moan his name again, Dabi takes one hand and forces your head to the side before giving you a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slides against your own, almost like he's trying to savor every inch of you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room, the undertones of both your muffled, pleasured noises peppered throughout.

"Feel so good," Dabi growls against your lips, his voice cracking on the end of his words as he twists your nipples and licks a wet stripe up the side of your face.

"Back down, sweetheart," He rasps, gently taking his hand from your chin and putting pressure between your shoulder blades. You lower yourself back down on all fours, your body jolting as he picks up the pace. Pleasure boils in your blood as Dabi's hand travels from your nipple to make a swipe at your folds, getting a mixture of your slick and his pre before rubbing it on your throbbing red clit. You cry out, twitching against him, and you hear his dark, strained chuckle behind you.

"Is this too much for you?" He sneers, rutting up into you, but his movements start becoming hasty, and he's losing his composure. You can feel his cock pulsing, and you just know he's close. You can feel it in your bones...and you're skyrocketing to the edge yourself. 4

"Fuck-I'm-," Dabi stutters before roughly pulling out all at once, forcing a pained and confused whine from your lips before he reaches between your legs with one hand, pumping two fingers inside and thumbing at your pulsating clit as he fists his dick with the other. You pant heavily, weak moans falling from your lips as you watch everything with blurry eyes, tears welling up from the overwhelming emotions. It all feels too good. So...so good. The feeling is apparently mutual as your name softly rolls off of Dabi's tongue as he comes undone with a few more strokes, and you feel the heat spreading on your back. Dabi's fingers twitch inside you as his body shudders, and, to your dismay, you feel him slowly slip his fingers out as he sighs. Uncomfortably on the edge of your orgasm, you sink, forehead touching the pillow as he suddenly grips your shoulder.

"Hold tight, babe," He mutters before climbing off the bed. From the mirror, you can see him walking into the side bathroom. You close your eyes and grit your teeth as you hear water running from the bathroom. It's taking everything in you to not start touching yourself like an animal in heat. Finally, the water stops, and you blink through watering eyes to see Dabi walking behind you with a rag in his hand. Delicately, he touches the warm, damp fabric to your back, and you feel something in your heart twist as he wipes you down with an unusual tenderness. His other hand gently rubs at your shoulder, massaging until he finishes cleaning you up. He grunts as he sits back on his knees, carelessly tossing the rag into a laundry basket in the corner before suddenly grabbing your hip and shoving you sideways; you find yourself on your back, staring at the ceiling. Your eyes widen as you look down to meet his half-lidded gaze.

"Oh, no. We're not done yet. You think I'd be so cruel to tease you like that? Good girls deserve rewards," He croons, hooking his arms under your legs as he lays down. Before you can blink, he's dragging his warm tongue up your dripping slit, flattening it out so every inch of you is tended to. He dives into your pussy, and you feel the cold contrast of the staples on the side of his face pressing into your thighs as his hot breath teases your clit. Finally, he wraps his lips around the pulsing bud, sucking with a lewd desperation as he looks up at you with hungry eyes. Your back arches, head sinking into your pillow as your eyelids flutter shut, and you get chills when you feel the vibrations as he sighs into your folds.

"Eyes on me," He hums under his breath, and you obey, looking down at him as he laps up your slit. His eyes are glassy, probably from coming down from his own orgasmic high as he steadily coaxes you back up to your own. Still, those cerulean irises shimmer in the darkness of the bedroom.

"Fuck, I love you," He groans, tongue swirling around your clit as his hands travel up your thighs. You try to respond, but the only thing that you can do is just helplessly whimper in pleasure. Dabi's eyes close, breath hissing sharply through his nose as he switches his deliberate rhythm, tongue flicking and swirling in all the right places. The pleasure is consuming at this point, and you feel it building deep inside you, threatening to come crashing down all at once.

"Come in my mouth, princess," He rasps greedily between sloppy licks and suckles, the obnoxious noises filling your brain. Dabi can't get enough, and you can see, hear, and feel it. The way he's devouring your aching pussy. The way he can't look away from you. The way his breath gasps like he's trying not to moan at your taste. It's all so much. It's so...

You're gonna come soon. You can feel it in your bones and the way your muscles start tightening up. Heavy sighs and sobs of pleasure pour from your mouth, and, unconsciously, you hook your ankles around Dabi's neck. The villain melts, obsessed with the idea of being locked into you; he's determined to make you scream.

Suddenly, the waves of raw euphoria flood your body, and your body practically convulses, eyes almost rolling into your head and jaw dropping in a strangled gasp. Still, Dabi doesn't stop. He practically latches on, not caring that you're almost suffocating him with your thighs as they flex involuntarily. He breathes hard, eyes flitting closed again as a low groan rumbles in his throat. He holds you down, slurping up your fluids and eating you out through your orgasm. Finally, he pulls back, lips dripping and body shaking as he gazes up at you.

"Fuck," You sigh, shuddering as your head swims in the clouds and your muscles finally stop spasming. Dabi crawls up to you, grabbing the edge of the comforter and throwing it over the both of you before pressing a longing kiss to your forehead. He scoops you up in his arms, cuddling you close as he nuzzles into the top of your head.

"We get to do this as often as you want now, princess," He snickers, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you as close as humanly possible. His skin is warm, and the silk sheets feel impossibly soft against you. It feels...peaceful. It feels...like home.

"I love you, Touya," You whisper when you get your bearings, and you swear you hear him trying not to cry, but you don't look for confirmation.

"I love you, too," He replies, and you let yourself fall asleep in the arms of one of Japan's most dangerous villains.

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candycandy00 · 2 years

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plsss do shigaraki x short reader ?? like size kink stuff yk very high sorry shawty i love ur writing

Smut. 18+. Size kink.

You have a crush on your new boss. Just a minor one. Nothing important. But it does make the time pass quickly to know that you could run into him at any moment while dusting shelves or changing sheets. You’ve been working as a housekeeper at this villa for a few weeks now. Your quirk being rather useless in combat, you got shoved into whatever job was needed at the time. And right now, they need someone to clean the section of the villa that was given to the new leader of the group you belong to, newly dubbed the Paranormal Liberation Front.

Shigaraki Tomura was intimidating at first, even frightening. You hadn’t been on the streets that day when he fought, and defeated, Re-Destro. You have never seen him in action, but you’ve heard stories that made your blood run cold. Entire groups of people disintegrating at his touch. Buildings collapsing in seconds. Literal craters being formed in the ground. Who wouldn’t be terrified of this man?

The first night he came to his room, you didn’t even get a chance to introduce yourself before he closed the door. He didn’t reappear until the next evening, and you were shocked by how different he looked once out of the suit and coat, the creepy hand no longer on his face. He hobbled out of his room on crutches, wearing dark sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt. Aside from the injuries, he looked like a fairly normal twenty year old guy. You introduced yourself as the housekeeper and asked if he needed anything. Surprisingly, he was polite in his replies to you, though maybe a little dismissive.

Over the next few days, you observed him with great interest. He slept a lot the first few days, then started to move around more, occasionally going to the kitchen for snacks, rarely asking you to bring him anything. His friends came to see him often, and they could be a loud and rowdy bunch. You spotted him grinning a few times while talking to them, but when they were gone, he was quiet. To be honest, he seemed a bit lonely without them.

One day, out of the blue, he asked if there might be a gaming console of some kind at the villa. He was bored while waiting for his injuries to heal. You couldn’t find one there, so you brought one of your own from home. When you told him this, he seemed genuinely grateful. By the time you were watching him play games from a distance, you didn’t find him scary at all anymore.

Today he’s meeting with Re-Destro and the others, making plans of some sort that you’re not privy to. You’re in the hallway, dusting a tall book case. Being very short in stature, you have to pull a chair from the kitchen into the hall and climb onto it to reach the upper shelves. You’re lucky you were not expected to wear some sort of maid uniform. Instead, you wore casual clothes: denim shorts and a cropped t-shirt. You like being comfortable while you work.

The door at the end of the hall, leading to the foyer, opens. Shigaraki walks in, finally home from the meeting. His suit is more casual than the one he wore when he first took over as leader, and despite looking good in it, you stand by your opinion that he looks much nicer in his regular clothes.

As he approaches, you turn around in the chair and say, “Welcome back!”

He gives you a nod and a small wave as he starts to walk by you. You smile and return to dusting, but as you swivel back around to face the shelf, your foot slips on the shiny polished wood of the chair seat. You cry out in alarm as you fall, tumbling over the back of the chair and colliding with something soft yet firm. You feel your feet touching the ground and look up to see that Shigaraki has caught you in his arms.

You blush crimson and blurt out, “I’m so sorry! I should’ve been more careful!”

“It’s fine,” he says, though his voice is slightly strained. You remember then that he’s still badly injured, still recuperating. Before you can say anything more though, you feel the two of you falling toward the ground. You realize too late that Shigaraki had to drop his cane to catch you, and apparently that caused him to lose his balance.

The two of you hit the floor, Shigaraki on his back and you on top of him. Neither of you move for several seconds, as if you’re both waiting for the other person to say something first. Your face is pressed against his chest, and you can feel the soft, subtle thumping of his heartbeat. Finally, you raise up enough to look at his face. “Are you alright?” you ask. “I didn’t hurt you leg or reopen any wounds, did I?”

To your surprise, Shigaraki grins. “If a tiny girl like you can hurt me, I might as well give up.”

You blush again, suddenly very aware of the fact that the entire front of your body is fully in contact with his. One of your knees has slid over the side of his waist, your pelvic area shoved into his by the fall. To an observer who didn’t know the context, the two of you would look like lovers.

Carefully, so as not to aggravate his still-healing wounds, you move off him, inadvertently rubbing your crotch across his body. You’re both fully clothed, but the feel of it excites you. Your cheeks are still pink with embarrassment as you stand up and then hold out a hand to help him get to his feet.

When he stands up, you realize you’ve never stood this close to him before. Most of the times you’ve interacted with him, he’s been sitting down, or you’ve just walked by each other in the hall. But standing here, inches from him, you notice the height difference between you. Shigaraki isn’t the tallest guy around, but he’s practically a giant compared to you. Being short has provided plenty of challenges over your life time. You were picked on at school, you can never seem to reach things in the grocery store, and you still have to show ID to for every little thing, despite being in your twenties.

But now, staring up at Shigaraki, you kind of like being short. The size difference between you is kind of hot.

Shigaraki dusts off the suit he’s wearing and picks up his cane. He turns and starts to head to his room. Without really thinking, you reach out and grab the end of his jacket. “Wait!”

He turns and looks at you over his shoulder.

“Thank you for catching me!” you say.

He looks at you blankly for a few moments, then he says, “Wanna come to my room?”

You freeze. Did he just invite you to his room? Why? You’re practically nobody, an insignificant little speck in his world. You’re not naive. You know what he probably means by inviting you, where it will most likely lead. You hesitate, not because you don’t want to sleep with him, but because you worry about becoming emotionally attached. Then you remember that lonely look he sometimes gets when his friends have all left for the evening, and your hesitation is forgotten.

“I’d love to,” you finally answer him, and then the two of you walk down the hall together and into his room, shutting the door behind you.

You watch him pull off the pieces of his suit until only black pants and an unbuttoned white shirt remain. There are still bandages here and there, and his missing fingers made him struggle a bit with his buttons. He pauses and looks at you expectantly, so you pull your shirt over your head and your shorts down to your ankles before stepping out of them.

Shigaraki looks you up and down, and you feel a little shy. You’ve never been particularly self conscious about your body, but you’ve never had a guy this hot staring at it before. He slips off his shirt, revealing his toned body, scars and bandages somehow making him look even sexier. You strip off your underwear, then step over to him. He’s trying to unbutton his pants in a hurry, but his mangled hand is fumbling. You reach down and do it for him, looking him in the eyes as you nimbly unbutton and unzip his pants, letting them slide open and down his hips a few inches.

He sits down on the nearby bed. “You’re going to have to be on top,” he says.

Of course. With that injured leg, not to mention his other injuries, it would be hard for him to get into most other positions. You sit down on his lap, settling your weight on the thigh of his good leg. The fabric of his pants feels soft against your bare skin. You turn toward him and kiss his lips, then turn your back to him and scoot back so that your naked ass is pressing into his crotch. You can already feel a growing bulge beneath his boxers as you wiggle yourself against him. He reaches around with one hand and gropes your breast, then leans his face forward and nuzzles your neck.

You happen to glance up and notice the full length mirror across from you, displaying the whole carnal scene. You look so small, like a little girl in daddy’s lap. But you’re a fully grown woman, and you watch in the mirror as Shigaraki’s hand glides down your stomach and lands between your thighs. He gropes at the soft plump flesh there, coating his hand in your arousal. You open your legs wide for him, giving him an excellent view in the mirror, and he pinches your clit as your reward, making you moan and shudder in his lap.

He leans back slightly, giving you room to reach down and pull his cock from his boxers. It’s so big, so hard. You wonder if it will even fit inside you, given your small size. But you’ll be damned if you don’t try. Using the mirror to see what you’re doing, you raise up and then lower yourself onto his cock. You go slowly, carefully, at first. You don’t want to tear yourself open. Luckily, you’re soaking wet, which helps you get it halfway in. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, then press down further and further until he’s all the way in.

You wince as he fills you all the way up and then some, stretching the delicate tissue. In the mirror, you can see a slight bulge in your lower stomach, the outline of his cock. Shigaraki see’s it too, and the image must turn him on, because it feels like he just got even harder. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he says against your ear.

His voice sends shivers down your spine. You raise up slightly and then drop back down, repeating the motion over and over so that you’re bouncing on his cock, your breasts shaking. The sheer size of him causes a dull, throbbing ache that hurts so good. By the time he reaches around again to vigorously rub your clit, you’re moaning loudly, shuddering under his touch, watching him watching you in the mirror.

You cum hard all over his cock, drenching his hand. All energy leaves your body, and you’re too exhausted to keep riding him, so he snakes his arms under yours and lifts you up slightly so that he can thrust upwards into you, going even deeper than he was before. Your small stature makes this too easy for him, and within minutes, he cums into your limp body.

Shigaraki falls backwards on the bed, and you fall back onto him, the two of you panting together. After a few moments, you roll over to face him, studying his expression. Will he tell you to get your clothes and get out? You’re not delusional enough to think this is the start of some epic romance, but you’d like to think the two of you could be friends.

When he says nothing, you roll off him and stand up. “I better get back to work,” you say awkwardly.

As you move away from the bed, you feel him take hold of your hand and gently pull you back. “Take the rest of the day off,” he says.

Your eyes widen. “Really? I don’t wanna get fired.”

He grins. “Trust me, you’re not getting fired.”

You grin back, then climb into bed beside him, deciding this is the best job ever.

#Shigaraki x Reader #Shigaraki x You #Shigaraki Fanfic #Shigaraki Smut #Shigaraki Tomura

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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Spilled Coffee

Shigaraki x reader fluff

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The representative straightened his tie nervously, trying yet failing to meet Shigarakis gaze as they waited in silence. He could feel the fabric of his shirt darken with sweat the longer the tense silence continued, hoping to god that whoever they were waiting for would just show up already so they could get out of here.

He decided to busy himself by proofreading his progress reports, again, for the fourth time, just in case there was something he missed. He’s never had to stress this much about a simple progress update, but this year was different. This year, Rikaya had decided to bestow co-ownership of the MLA to Tomura Shigaraki, the most notoriously unstable, itchy-trigger-fingered man in all of Japan. Why? Good question.

And of course, that means that he’s now included in said progress reports, since it’s all about information for the higher ups.

But hey, no biggie right? I mean, Rikayas still gonna be there; he’ll be able to stop Shigaraki before he infamously does something he regrets. Except he isn’t there. Rikayas battle wounds took a turn for the worst, and now it’s just the representative and Shigaraki, alone, with no one around to hear him scream.

He took a sip of coffee, trying to steel his nerves, as Shigaraki fiddled with a pencil, tapping it against the desk obnoxiously. Finally, the door opened and you walked through, pulling at your shirt.

“Sorry I took so long! Some idiot spilled coffee on me an-“ you stopped abruptly, locking eyes with the wide eyed rep, mouth gapping slightly as his face paled. You both recognized eachother immediately.

He was the idiot who spilled coffee on you

It happened just a while ago. The rep was so anxious, having just gotten word that Re-Destro was going to be absent that he didn’t look where he was going and bumped right into you. He was already running late and he didn’t have enough time to apologize so he just took off without a word, hoping not to see you again. Yet here you were, perched on a serial killers lap, eyes twitching with recognition.

Shigaraki leaned back, his displeased posture easing with your presence.

“We can deal with that later. For now I just want to get this over with.”

The rep cleared his throat, worst case scenarios flooding his mind and forming a lump in his throat. Fucking shit, he spilled coffee on Shigarakis girlfriend. He’s heard of people getting dusted for way less. Fuck. He’s going to die. He’s actually going to die.

He felt his eyes water a little, breathing becoming shaky before he calmed himself down. Clearly he doesn’t know about it yet. I just need to talk the whole time without giving her a chance to speak, run out the clock and leave before he learns about it. Simple as that.

He steeled his nerves, taking a deep breath as Shigaraki waited impatiently. I mean, come on, this isn’t some big presentation. You’re not preaching to the choir just fucking go already.

With a shaky tone he began, going over the planned introduction with a generous amount of stumbling over his words. It got better as he continued, focusing more on his report rather than his impending doom.

Meanwhile shigarakis head rested against his palm, painfully obviously bored. You tapped away at your phone, leaving all the contribution to the discussion to your boyfriend, making the rep wonder why they waited for you at all.

He finished a section of his speech, sliding over a written analysis of statistics and budgets, which even though it took weeks to prepare, was merely skimmed over by Shigaraki before being set down and forgotten. But hey, he’d take apathetic boredom over murderous rage any day.

As he prattled on, he noticed your movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked up from his notes, watching as you took his report and one of the miscellaneous pens laying around ReDestros desk.

The aforementioned hours of work put into the carefully produced report was put to waste as you scribbled over it, making quick pen strokes as you wrote that made the rep stumble over his words. It was obvious you were writing something, at least a paragraph. Is it a correction? Did he do something wrong? No, that’s impossible! He’s looked over that countless times! But what else could you be writing?

His confident words were reduced to mumbles as you slid the paper back to Shigaraki. He took a much longer look than before, eyes moving as he studied what you wrote before grinning maliciously.

The rep was sure he peed himself a little at that look. That’s the face Shigaraki makes when he’s about to murder someone. Eyes gleaming, mouth stretched into a wide, unnerving grin. He felt his throat constrict even more when Shigaraki let out a dark chuckle.

Shit shit shit, you told him. You told him and now there’s no escaping his fate. He watched Shigaraki lean in and whisper something in your ear. You giggled, taking the paper back and scribbling something else down. Probably different ways that they’re going to kill him before he gets dusted. He is known to be cruel, at least with people that hurt his friends. So the rep can’t imagine how he would act to someone hurting his girlfriend. (I mean he just stained her shirt but, whatever)

He could feel bile rising in his throat as he saw the look you two shared. Giddy and content, as if plotting his murder was just a table game to them. They hadn’t even realized he stopped talking until he knocked over his water bottle, the metallic clatter ringing throughout the room, making Shigaraki visibly jump. He looked up from the paper, the glare he gave to the rep almost making him pass out.

He rolled his eyes, about to say something before you leaned in and whispered something into his ear. This time, the rep was able to hear her. You needed to go to the bathroom.

Shigaraki nodded, insisting to the rep that they should take a break, and he couldn’t agree more. As soon as they left the room the rep scrambled to get the paper. He had to know what was going to happen to him, see if there was anything he could do to prepare.

He closed his eyes, preparing himself, trying to find the strength to see his death sentence. He peeled his eyes open, looking down at his ‘edited’ work.

There, on the side of the page, was a crude doodle of a corgi with sunglasses on a skateboard. That was it. That was the entirety of your additions. A drawing of a dog on a skateboard. What. The. Hell.

He let out the biggest sigh of relief he’s ever had, letting the paper fall from his hands as he slumped back into his chair. Thank god, it was just a doodle.

They entered back into the room, returning to their original places, Shigaraki with his chin resting against his hand, you on his side, rubbing his back.

“Alright. Let’s finish this. We gotta go clothes shopping after this, thanks a lot by the way.”

The rep gulped. So he did know.

“…I’ll pay for it…”

“Yeah. I know. And it’s not gonna be cheap. But just be thankful I’m feeling generous today and not making you pay in blood.”

The rep sighed, nodding with a relieved smile. Yes, his bank account is gonna take a hit, meaning he’ll have to hold off on those car payments he needs.

But hey, could’ve been much, much worse.

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #my hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years

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hope youre ready for more Re-Destro asks now that the ask box is back open LMAO i adore your writing so much 💕

could i get headcanons/a senario for Re-Destro who hires (eventual) S/O into Deternat after moving to Japan for the position, but they have a young daughter with them? shes behaved and all, just too new to Japan for a babysitter, and they slowly warm up to Re-Dad-stro and the MLA?

(personally i think skeptic acts annoyed but secretly loves to play like, hide n seek with her around the office 🥺)

(My fingers are fired up at the sheer mention of writing for that man!!! I hope I go this right. I wanted to include the no babysitter aspect but it just kept flowing when I was writing so this is what I came up with haha. Hey wait a minute! Would that make him a...)

~Stepdad?~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-It was that time again for the Detnerat company. The time when they opened up their doors for potential employees/new-hires. As the CEO he never really needed to take the part of interviewing someone. Therefore, he let the HR department handle their job. Besides, the real interview would be the possibility of recruiting any new blood into the Meta Liberation Army ranks (but that was another story). It came, it passed and so it was done. He personally took the time to walk around the building and get familiar with all the new hires during orientation. The only one that stood out to him in particular was you. There was something about you that he just couldn't shake. The man was no fool and he knew just when his heart was doing backflips that he wanted a possibility of being with you. From that moment on, he seemed to favor you more than your coworkers. You hadn't caught onto it as easily as some of the others did. Your new boss had the hots for you. He'd often stop by even when it didn't make sense for him to be on your floor/department. He'd chat with you, offer you some valuable information and lessons with work, ask if you had time to eat lunch together and evaluate your performance.

-It all really came together when you started to develop feelings for him as well. A big part of you was screaming not to go through with it. An office romance can get messy. Not only was this you boss, but he was also the CEO of the entire company. Your face would likely make tabloids even. Not only that but if things didn't work out then you could lose your job at Detnerat. You needed this good paying job because mainly you needed to support your baby girl (either born or adopted depending on the reader). In the end, when he finally confessed to you officially, you couldn't turn him away. It was a good decision on your part. Rikiya was from the beginning a top notch lover...husband material if you want it. You told him from the start about your daughter. If he (or any person you were to date) couldn't accept her then they would never have a part in your life. Lucky for you he was all in. In fact he was eager to meet her from the beginning but you held off on that for MANY dates until you got a clear idea of the type of man Rikiya was. The first time he came to meet her, he was so gentle and patient with the child. She was very shy at first but eventually opened up fully to him. Watching them interact for that first time warmed your heart. For the longest time its just been you and her but now it didn't feel as lonely with him around. By the way he treated her, you suspected he always longed for a child of his own.

-Everything fell into place when you developed a little bit of a family with the rest of the MLA members. Curious was DETERMINED to take on the role of the rich auntie by all means possible. No need for a babysitter because she was going to fight Trumpet tooth and nail for it every single time. She'd taken to kidnapping your daughter and taking her on mini shopping trips when you were busy. You'd often return home to the babysitter gone, replaced by Curious yet again. Your daughter has a matching dress with her in nearly every single color. Curious took it upon herself to buy a shirt with the words "best aunt" on it. Trumpet was almost as worse as she was. That man was a wonderful uncle to your child. Now if only you could get him to stop fighting with Curious over hang-out time. Geten was more mellow with your daughter. Because he was around 19-20 he felt more like an older brother than anything else. He wasn't always around and he never really volunteered to babysit (not that you needed him to since Curious and Trumpet would do it), but he still cared for the kid whenever she was around. He hovered around in a protective but quiet kind of way. Your daughter calls him Getty.

-The one person who you least expected to love kids was Skeptic. Compared to everyone else, he was more elusive when it came to her. He actively avoided her touch and really only tried to keep distance between him and her. You understood fully. Not everyone is a child person and that's rightfully so. However, your little girl didn't feel the same. If anything she loved her *ahem* "Unkey Skep" the most out of the entire group. You tried everything to get her to respect his personal space but it wasn't as easy as you thought. One day she ended up pulling his hair rather roughly because she'd fallen and was trying to catch herself. He was silently fuming at her, grinding his teeth and trying not to lash out at a literal toddler. What saved her from crying (and you from apologizing) was he blurting out in her precious little voice "Unkey Skep uh-oh! Big big fall down!" He just froze for a moment and stared...Unkey Skep??? He's become that meme where it's like 'I've only known *blank* for a day but if anything happened to them I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself (or something like that). Suddenly he's all about her. He wants her to learn everything he knows but that'll be hard to teach at this age lol.

-And yes if you're wondering, he takes part in hide n seek sometimes even getting his puppets involved for extra players. It's rather heartwarming to see.

-So in summary, you've not only found a good life for yourself here but also for your daughter as well. Nothing beats falling in love with a man willing to fill whatever size shoes he needed to be a good father to a child that was not even his by blood. On top of that, who could beat the uncles and aunts (and big brother) that the MLA provided for her? The answer is no one.

#im such a sucker for stuff like this #re destro x reader #yotsubashi rikiya #rikiya yotsubashi #mla #meta liberation army #headcanons

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luvreyn · 1 year

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HERO

HAWKS X READER

TW: Implied kidnapping

Hawks knows how risky his mission is. One wrong move, one wrong word, and the whole plan and the whole country can be jeopardized, especially when he figures out how deep the influence of the Paranormal Liberation Front runs.

He meets you when Rikiya Yotsubashi or Re-Destro introduces you as his child. Hawks knows a trap when he sees one, so he smiles and shakes your hand, making sure to keep his expression natural and well-meaning. He sees your face light up before you introduce yourself.

He knows he still doesn’t have the full trust of the organization, so this test of faith will either make or break their plan. Thankfully, he passed.

Hawks watches you from the corner of his eyes. Watching as you repair his broken costume with your tech.

“Here!” you say excitedly as you hand him the fixed mask.

He smiles, thanking you. Keeping his tone light and friendly while you look for the first aid kit in your lab, noting the injury on his face.

It would be so easy for Hawks to whisk you away, to use you against your father, to extract information, but he doesn’t. What he needs is patience as he tirelessly works on earning the trust of Twice, the most tricky piece of the game, and you, the child of the key player in the organization.

Twice isn’t the villain the Hero Commission makes him out to be. Hawks knows there’s still good in him somewhere. And you’re not the villain Hawks expected you to be.

You’re only here to aid your father, but you haven’t been directly responsible for any injuries, casualties, or deaths. You tend to shy away in the face of anger and violence, hiding in your lab to create tools to help out, but Hawks knows that it’s only a matter of time before your hands bleed red.

But he won’t let that happen.

Try as he might to stop aching for you, he couldn’t. He wonders what even made him like you. Your smile? Your laugh? Your eyes? Or was it when you tended to his wounds after an altercation with the high-end Nomu Dabi sent after them?

Or maybe it was everything and nothing. None of that matters anyway, because despite his mission, his position, and his promise, Hawks falls. He didn’t mean to. Who in their right mind would want to fall for the daughter of their enemy?

He can’t afford to stray from the plan, though, and they certainly can’t afford to lose this war, not when the stakes are high, but he also couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting you to be safe and well.

He watches you sleep quietly in the bed in one of the safe houses. Watches the steady rise and fall off your chest. In a few hours, the heroes would be confronting the villains. He needs to get back to confront Twice and bring him to their side to increase the chance of victory; that’s why he needs you somewhere safe and hidden.

Thankfully, you haven’t made a fuss considering the method he used to get you here. A sleeping pill in the coffee you usually drink.

You’ve done nothing wrong to be treated like this. He knows that. That’s why he needs you far away from the battle; you’ll understand, right? He’s a hero, after all, and it’s his job to keep people safe.

this fic came to mind yesterday-ish and it’s my first time writing for hawkss ily hawks

#reynwrites #reynwrites.bnha #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #keigo takami x reader #i'm so sleepyy #now i sleep

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sparrowhero · 1 year

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"Shut up and watch me."

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

It’s cold, hot, and painful at the same time. Every single cell in his body, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, are being changed. Electricity. Chemicals. Aches from augmentation shake him to his very core. Without a doubt, this is the hardest time of Shigaraki’s life. Most people would have broken by now, but not him. He’s got something stronger holding him in place. However, it’s not the bitterness nor is it the hatred that keeps him clinging to life and sanity in the empty darkness of Garaki’s lab.

Instead, it’s the memory of his first night in the newly unified PLF. He was tired and weak after his extended bout with Gigantomachia, not to mention the face off with all of the Meta Liberation Front. When he collapsed into your arms, the first thing he thought was that your warmth felt nice. The first time he was able to wrap his arms around you without fear, without anything. His arms were trembling, his leg was broken, he was covered in blood…but he felt no fear or hesitation.

Outside of the minimal medical care he accepted from Re-Destro, he didn’t allow any of his sent attendants to tend to him. You were all he wanted and needed. Shigaraki remembers the full relaxation of the warm water of the tub as you gently washed his newly snow white hair, how you carefully tipped his head back so none of the water would get in his eyes. The way the blood, sweat, and dirt flowed down the drain along with his tension. Every so often he would catch your hand with his and trace along your knuckles and palm wordlessly, ignoring your chiding about not getting the bandages on his fingers wet. Shigaraki couldn’t remember a time where he felt so safe as he did when you towel-dried his hair and helped him into fresh pajamas. When he finally settled down, he pulled you into the bed with him. It must have surprised you how much strength such a skinny, fatigued young man still had in him– the look on your face was priceless. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face into your neck, and just…breathed. You smelled of the same soap, so why did it smell so much better on you, he wondered. Limbs tangled together underneath brand-new linens on a large bed, the sound of your breathing and his lifting up and down. Despite his fatigue, it took him longer to fall asleep than you did.

This is where he returns during the times when either the pain gets to be too much, or perhaps when Garaki decides it’s time to let him rest. He just wanted to watch you a little bit longer, to stroke your face and ears with his hands and see you wrinkle your nose in your sleep from the disturbances. He couldn’t remember when he fell asleep, just that he was awoken by bright sunlight kissing his face and the weight of your figure against his. No more hesitation, no more holding back--

“Tomura Shigaraki…” A familiar, cloyingly sweet voice interferes with his memory. The voice of his teacher, his mentor, and the only father figure he’s ever known: All For One. “What are you doing?”

He’s never liked being interrupted, and even his teacher is no exception to this fact. Shigaraki narrows his eyes and attempts to silence the voice in his head, wanting to nestle into the memory of you once again. However, this voice has other plans.

“I asked you a question. What are you doing, Tomura Shigaraki?” There’s an air of paternal dissatisfaction in his tone.

“I’m busy, Sensei.” He snips back in his head. He’s not sure whether this phantom is of his memories, a side-effect of all the experimentation being done on him, or if this is his teacher’s true voice, but it doesn’t matter. He’s in the way.

“Have you forgotten your true purpose, Tomura?” All For One questions, and Shigaraki knows intuitively that he’s referring to you. “Are you giving up on all that we have worked for?”

“I haven’t given up on anything.” His arms, even in this mix of a dream and memory, tighten around you. He hasn’t given up on a single thing. As a matter of a fact, he feels as though he’s gained more things than he’d previously thought.

“Such attachments do not suit you, my boy.” All For One chides him in the same way he used to when he was a child: speaking to him in a soft voice with just the hint of a smile in it, laughing at his supposed ignorance. “If it is companionship you wish for, you’ll have more than you ever dream, all at your beck and call. Do you truly need this one?”

He can almost feel his teacher’s grip on his shoulder, as if to pull him away from you. “You don’t need this. This emotion is fleeting, worthless in the grand scheme of things.” The other hand moves towards his, positioning his other hand over your sleeping face. “Get rid of it.” Get rid of them.

“You’re wrong, Sensei.”

Shigaraki grabs the ghost of a hand, a little surprised he’s able to, but keeps a firm, threatening grip. Instead of disintegrating you, even the memory of you, he turns his attention back on All For One. “This is one thing I won’t let anyone touch…not even you.” The ghost hand disintegrates with his touch, dissolving into nothing. Shigaraki gives a long, hard stare out of the corner of his red eyes as his teacher’s disembodied voice echoes behind him…still present, but much farther away.

“This isn’t over.” All For One’s voice is the same as ever, lilting and coy. “You’ll see that I’m correct soon enough.” His last whisper finally fades into nothing.

Shigaraki settles back into his memories, his warm place of comfort and belonging.

You’re wrong, Sensei. He thinks, and commits to memory a phrase he will say again and again. I do not want to be you, I want to be greater than you. I’ll have everything I want… Shigaraki strokes the back of your cheek with his hand. He’ll prove that he can: he can have you, his comrades, and the society he’s dreamed of. Tomura Shigaraki will destroy what he wants to destroy, anything that stands in his way…

Even you, Sensei…

Tomura Shigaraki closes his eyes, even in his current state, and slowly falls into unconsciousness.

So shut up and watch me.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #gender neutral reader #bnha s6 spoilers #this ended up being more focused on tomura so there wasn't much i could do on reader's side #but spiritually? this is the successor to stress relief

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bugs1nmybrain · 9 months

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Masterlist (18+) ♡☆♡☆♡☆

This is a comprehensive list of all my fics and headcanons. These are all x readers, and the reader is almost always fem. Listed at the end are things that I will write and won't write.

Characters I write for: L Lawliet, Tomura Shigaraki, Shouta Aizawa, and Professor Franken Stein, Liela Lovesworth (an OC of mine)

I am also a self-shipper! I may post content about my f/os and the time I spend with them. If that makes you uncomfortable, then take a walk!

Minors CANNOT interact with these posts, as 98% of them are nsfw.

Date updated: 5/10/24

L Lawliet ♡♡♡

Somno/Morning Sex with L (smut fic)

Fem!L x Fem!Reader

Food play with L (self insert smut)

Drunk 69 with L

Voyeurism and Somnophilia with L (smut fic)

L Lawliet x Bipolar Reader (headcanons)

Intricate: L x Chubby! Reader NSFW (smut fic)

Distraction (smut fic)

L x Curvy! Reader (headcanons)

What L Would Do When He's in Love (headcanons)

NSFW Headcanons

L and reader lose their virginities together (smut fic)

The Task Force walks in on you and L making out (fic)

Pet names he'd call you (headcanons)

L x INFP! Reader (headcanons)

L x Short! Reader (headcanons)

L x Reader: First Time Headcanons

L x Chubby! Reader (headcanons)

L SFW Alphabet

L NSFW Alphabet

L Relationship Headcanons

Tomura Shigaraki ♡♡♡

Shigaraki x Fem!Reader: Shiggy crushing on reader - Two Part One-shot

Bipolar Shigaraki Headcanons

Fem Shiggy Headcanons

Shigaraki walks in on Re-Destro talking shit about you (short fic)

Shigaraki's Psychological Conditions Headcanons

Shigaraki x Fem!Reader Anal Sex (One-shot fic)

Give Your Heart a Break - shigaraki x reader series

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

Clingy!Tomura x reader hcs

Kisses with Shigaraki (headcanons)

Shigaraki with a Girlfriend Headcanons (w: dub-con/non-con, domestic abuse)

Neko!Shigaraki and Reader smut

Stoned Bathroom Sex with Tomura

Sfw Reverse Comfort MDLB (mommy dom/little boy)

Mommy Kink with Shigaraki (smut fic)

Shigaraki x Chubby! Reader Headcanons

Nasty (Period sex) (smut fic)

NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Shiggy x Short! Reader (headcanons)

Tomura fucking you in front of Dabi (smut fic, TW: dub-con)

Shouta Aizawa ♡♡♡

Aizawa x Bigender reader hcs

Aizawa x reader headcanons

Emotional Support Sex with Shouta

NSFW Headcanons

Aizawa x Bipolar! Reader (headcanons)

Aizawa x Virgin! Reader (smut fic)

Aizawa x Short! Reader (headcanons)

Aizawa SFW Headcanons

Aizawa x College Student! Reader (smut fic)

Aizawa NSFW Headcanons

Aizawa x Chubby! Reader (headcanons)

Aizawa Relationship Headcanons

Franken Stein ♡♡♡

Stein x Immuno-compromised Reader (headcanons)

NSFW Alphabet

Stein x Chubby! Reader (headcanons)

Liela Lovesworth (my oc) ♡♡♡

Confession (sfw)

What I will write♡♡♡!!:

Nsfw/smut

fem characters (ex: fem L, fem Tomura, etc)

fem-reader

enby reader with female anatomy or male anatomy (please specify for nsfw)

male reader but I've never done it

Any character that I write for

fluff

sfw

crack fic

dubcon/noncon

problematic content

Mental illness (bipolar, schizophrenia, ocd, etc)

Mommy/daddy kink

Chubby reader

anal but not rough

What I WON'T write ×!×!×:

Minors/pedophilia

scat

blood/mutilation (with the exception of period sex)

Anything ridiculously out of character

brutal rape (any rape is brutal, but I mean gruesome to the point of no return after I write it)

Yandere (I will write obsessive partners and codependent relationships, but no kidnapping or stuff like that)

violence

Furry (except nekos)

Incest

Characters I don't write for

Chains/leather/etc

#l lawliet #aizawa x reader #l lawliet x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #stein x reader #aizawa shouta

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fatkish · 1 month

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Geten x Weapon Quirk Reader

Reader was a 3rd year hero course student in UA. Their quirk allowed them to manifest energy that transformed into any kind of weapon. The reader had to understand how a weapon works as well as how the weapon was built, in order to recreate and summon it. Once the weapon was created, its data was stored in their quirk’s memory

However, since weapons are a controversial topic, the debate being whether or not heroes should use weapons and whether or not it’s ‘heroic’ to use weapons that are potentially very harmful or possibly lethal, the reader was seen as having a villainous quirk or a dangerous quirk

Many people were scared and wary of the reader, so I order to be a hero, the reader could only use non lethal weapons which severely affected the amount of variety of weapons the reader could use as well as their combat abilities

The reader had had enough of being an outcast in their class. At the beginning of their 3rd year they ended up dropping out of UA and began studying and working on developing their quirk.

They wanted to find a place that they could be accepted and stumbled across the meta-human liberation movement’s book and decided to read it. After reading it they began looking into the movement

They had been hearing about the PLF and decided to head towards Deika city. There they learned about the city and and the army and decided to join or at least seek refuge there so they can practice their quirk.

Geten sees the reader training and realizing how strong they could be and their potential

He praises the reader for their strength and often asked them to train with him

When he questions the reader’s intentions and loyalties to determine if they where going to be in Re-Destro’s way, he listens to their story and convinces them that they have a place among the PLF

The reader works with Detnerant and receives blueprints to each one of their support items so that they can use the item by summoning it

Re-Destro has the reader test out various weapons and even has the reader give their input on how to improve the weapons

The reader is welcomed among the PLF and is considered a higher up on the same level as Geten

Geten helps the reader train their quirk and push it to its highest potential

When the heroes attack the Gunga Mountain villa, the teachers recognize the reader

Upon realizing that their former student has joined they try to talk ‘sense’ into the reader, and tell them to stand down and help them

When the reader attacks them, Geten comes and berates the heroes for ignoring the reader’s unfair treatment and that the only reason the heroes care now is because they see how strong the reader has become, not because they actually care about the reader

Geten questions the teachers on how the reader’s life as a student was, did they know about how the reader felt? How they were treated?

Seeing the guilt on the teacher’s faces (y/n) gets angry saying that the teacher should have done something back then and not act like they care now

When Geten is almost beaten by Cementoss, you step in and start shooting at him

When Gigantomachia wakes up, you grab Geten and join the others on his back

(Hope you enjoyed this)

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #geten x reader #mha geten #bnha geten

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villain-sympathizer · 1 year

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Valentines day drabble w/ Skeptic and GN!Reader

A little Valentines day drabble, even if it's the day after oops

Skeptic swooped in at the last moment in the polls to win over Redestro, but now I also have an idea for him that I may write up if people want it at all, so let me know!

Enjoy!

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[Skeptic x GN!Reader]

[Contents: GN!Reader; No gendered descriptions for reader; Written in third person with “[Name]” instead of “y/n” so OCs can be included! Fluff; Established relationship; Skeptic being Skeptic.]

[Content warnings: None I can think of!]

[Word Count: ~1.0k]

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»»—— Unconventional Romance ——««

Unconventional [adjective] - not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed.

“Since when have you ever cared about holidays? Especially Valentines day,” [Name] comments to their partner. “If I recall correctly, you even said that you never considered it a real holiday to begin with.”

Tomoyasu’s cheeks puffed out ever so slightly in what will be the closest thing to a pout as anyone would get, cheeks dusted a pale pink as he shifts awkwardly from his spot on their shared couch. He had suggested the two of them go out for dinner for Valentines day, quite off-handedly as the two sat in silence while working on their respective laptops. It caught [Name] off-guard, as their lover was being rather uncharacteristic with his offer. Tomoyasu not only carried a neutral stance on holidays, but he also loathed being in crowed public areas – and a high class restaurant on Valentines day was certain to be packed with couples and groups alike.

“It’s what normal couples do, right?” He responds, forcing a poker face once more as he types away on his laptop. “And I’ve never been in a serious relationship before you. Besides, you’ve always told me I should try new things, to get out of the apartment and office more often.”

He pauses his typing for a moment, seeming to be debating his next words. He’d gotten better at thinking before speaking, thanks to his partner. “And maybe I want to show my appreciation to you sometimes.”

[Name] huffs out their nose in a silent form of laughter. “Aw, Tomo, that’s incredibly sweet,” they respond, an affectionate look in their eyes as they turn their body towards the other man on the couch. The T.V was on and playing the news for quiet background noise, the light flickering in their eyes as Tomoyasu looks up at them. “But I know you, and I know the ways you show your love. Dinners at a five-star restaurant aren’t your forte, they’re more Rikiya’s style.”

The realization makes them snort. “Wait- You went to Rikiya, Chitose, and Koku for advice again, didn’t you?”

Immediately, Tomoyasu’s shoulders jerk in surprise, and a deep blush of embarrassment flares across what was visible of his face and ears. “Not by choice,” he quickly spits out, his words sharp but holding no malice. “I was asking Re-Destro for the night off of MLA duties, and he of course knew the reason why,” he groans, hands reaching up to run down his face, stretching his skin in an act of irritation. “And of course with my luck, Curious and Trumpet just so happened to eavesdrop like the harpies they are. They swooped in and bombarded me with date ideas and advice when Re-Destro suggested the dinner.”

There was a bark of laughter from [Name], who threw their head back in mirth at their boyfriend’s predicament. Tomoyasu groans in response.

“Yes, yes, laugh it up. Laugh at my utter mortification and shame,” he huffs back at them, though it’s clear that he means to teasingly bicker.

[Name] calms down quickly, though still tosses the other a gleeful smirk. “I appreciate you trying, Tomo – but honestly, I don’t mind what we do,” they assure him, leaning over a bit closer. “Dine out, dine in, order take out, go to the movies, watch movies here, hell, we could even just go about our normal routine and I’d be content with that. As long as it’s with you, I don’t mind whatever it is we do. A holiday is just a holiday, you’re not legally required to be a rom-com type of romantic on Valentines day.”

Tomoyasu stops what he’s doing to stare at them, still not completely used to just how sincere [Name] would get towards him. In the past, his “relationships”, if he could even call them that, typically ended because he was never “romantic” enough. Though he never cared too deeply for that person, their words still seemed to stick to him even after all those years of not caring. He supposed it’s because this was the first time he’s ever actually been in love, and he didn’t want to ruin it for once.

“…Really?” Was all he could muster, his voice that rare tone of soft that he only reserved for his partner.

[Name] gives him an equally soft smile, reaching out to take his hand. They rub their thumb over his dry knuckles, enjoying the familiar feeling. “Really,” they reply, giving his hand a squeeze.

There’s another long pause, before Tomoyasu’s voice cuts in again, his mumble barely audible despite the T.V’s volume being incredibly low. “…Take out and a movie at home sounds nice.”

“Take out and a movie it is, then.”

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Come Valentines day, the holiday started out as any other day. Tomoyasu went about his work at Feel Good Inc., and [Name] headed out to their own job, the two of them parting that morning with a kiss and an exchange of ‘I love you’s and ‘have a good day, be safe’s.

Though, when Tomoyasu entered his office during his lunch break, he was surprised to see a box with a single red rose and a tiny, horizontal stand-up card with ‘Tomo’ written on it placed atop his desk. Setting his laptop and papers down next to the items, he glances over to assess what was left for him. The box itself wasn’t flashy, but still held the name of an incredibly expensive chocolate brand – despite having a sweet tooth, he was incredibly picky about his desserts, something his lover knew well.

‘That clever little minx’, he thought to himself with a fond quirk of his lips, lifting the rose up and twirling it between two fingers, the thorn’s tips clipped to avoid pricking anyone. With his other hand, he picks up the tiny folded stand-up card that was placed on the box, his long fingers easily flipping it open without the need of his second hand.

“Tomo,

I’m not one to be flashy, but I still wanted to treat you to something special for the occasion. I ordered these months in advance just to make sure. Imported straight from Belgium, just the way you like.

Come home soon. I love you.

Happy Valentines Day,

[Name]”

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #skeptic x reader #tomoyasu chikasoku x reader #bnha skeptic #bnha #mha #tomoyasu chikazoku #x reader #dame writes

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