#❤️.tomura

[waloeders]

im still stuck on compression shirt tomu tbh,, haigh mister....

[fertilize-my-eggs]

[shigarakins]

i remember when the bodysnatching happened and how hardly anyone else in the fandom (or what i saw of the fandom) seemed to find it as horrifying as i did. then the same thing happened again with the mind invasion. and yes the fact that the mind invasion happened at all and not even the story gave much of a fuck about the fact that it did is still one of biggest gripes with the finale

[moodyvoid]

Imagine Aizawa and Present Mic trying to talk sense into Kurogiri and trying to evoke Shirakumo and as a last ditch effort they pull Sushi the cat out of nowhere and then Shirakumo breaks through.

[theteapotofdoom]

I’ve been casually replaying some Ace Attorney lately and it reawakened one my favorite niche MHA AU: chaotic salty quirkless lawyer Shimura Tenko.

In which Tenko is quirkless and had slightly more healthy childhood, but is still super bitter about how hero society fucked him and so many people over, so he decides to become a defense lawyer to help out all the people left to fed for themselves in this fucked up world.

He is basically always protecting "the little guys" AKA the people who are quirkless like him, but also people with dangerous unstable quirks who receive no support. He is trying to protect all the people who don’t benefit from the system.

But of course he is still kind of the Shig we know, so although he is brilliant, he is also quite controversial because is very radical basically goes against every big corporation out there.

He also says "suck my dick your honor" a whole lot.

[doctorweebmd]

it’s okay guys I talked to Horikoshi and he said he’d never do this to me so we good

[tired-teacher-blog]

Woke up this morning with Tomura brain rot and I have to type it out >.<

He's been neglecting you for weeks and you're so tired of it. You catch him sitting at the bar drinking who knows what, and quite frankly, you don't care. You make him put on special gloves so there's no chance he can get loose. Before he can say anything, you handcuff his hands to the back legs of the bar stool and straddle his lap. You kiss along his jawline and occasionally grind yourself against him, smirking to yourself as you feel him growing painfully hard.

"What’s the matter, Shigi? I'm just taking what's mine~"

- 🐺

Please do not read if you're a minor

Oh yeah!!! One for my crusty king 😍

It's supposed to be a punishment right? But do you think he'll enjoy it? Because I definitely do!

It wasn't in his intention to ignore you to be frank, he's got a lot on his plate and you just so happened to be the one getting the short end of the stick, but you've got him all to yourself right now, and his growing erection says so.

You nibble on the spot right under his ear, smiling victoriously as he struggles against his restraints and growls your name in pure frustration.

You keep grinding on his -now- raging cock, quickening your pace every minute that passes until he starts upthrusting against you.

You tilt your head back and cry out his name one more time before his jerking hips tense up underneath you, and a roaring "fuck" announces his release.

He relaxes at last, smiling lazily and leaning in for a proper kiss, but..

_ "Tsk tsk tsk, look at that, you came before I did, that's not fair." and your fingers are playfully dancing on his concealed cock.

_ "That's fine, I'll return the favor once you release me."

You giggle amusingly, knowing full well that if he wished to break free, then he would have done so already, he just enjoyed watching you attempt to take control.

[deadboyswalking]

Getting a "looking forward to the next chapter!" comment on a fic you haven't updated since April 😬😬😬

[waloeders]

WELL HELLOOO SAILOR

[ghostbeam]

20 and 6 for the ask game :3c 🌱🌱

Hiiiiiii🥺🫶

6. are your projects driven more by character or plot?

Answered here!!

20. where do you begin a WIP? ex: a mood, a scene, a certain character dynamic, etc. does this differ per project?

I think it starts like with one specific idea or one detail I know I want to write so like for empty till she fills I was like fuyumi’s obsession with humanity and her rejection of her own vamp condition is what drives this fic and then from there I started adding things and then like for casual I was like okay the whole point of this is that Dabi treats her like his gf even tho she’s not and then for bet on forever I was like this is Bonnie and Clyde at it’s core and everything else happens to keep that idea going like idk how to explain it but they always start with like. I know what I WANT it to be before anything and sometimes that’s a specific scene or it’s the whole premise or it’s a piece of characterization it just changes all the time if that makes any sense probably not

Writing ask meme<3

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Happy birthday to the king tomura shigaraki ❤️‍🔥🌹

[herovamp]

Since people are reblogging this and I've had some time to think, I'll add on a bit!

After some thought I've actually kind of come to the conclusion that Tenko has, in a roundabout way, himself achieved the change he wanted by narratively dying.

I know a lot of people are upset that he wasn't saved, that he was an abuse victim who just died, and this is a valid complaint! I feel like there are other ways to handle the story too! But in a roundabout way, we can view his canon story more positively and perhaps in the way Horikoshi intended it.

In our canon setup, I really, really think that he couldn't have lived and been saved in a narratively satisfying way—and in addition, there wouldn't have been the same wider societal change. But, he did manage to bring about the change that saved the mysterious character, and will save others who might have otherwise turned out like him.

Let me explain why I think this, and how I think his movement and death achieved his goal.

First of all: Shigaraki Tomura caused mass destruction, killed lots of people, and basically committed such crimes that would cause him to be incarcerated forever. That is not him being satisfyingly saved! He can't be rehabilitated, because society hasn't been changed yet by his defeat and death! How can you convince society to rehabilitate this villain in a nice cute little program? He would have been miserably locked in a prison cell to rot—his story would not be satisfyingly finished.

Second: The heroes defeating him completely, with help from everyone, showing how collaboration is needed to prevent destruction and death, that is what changed society and made people want to act. Because he died, he achieved, narratively, his goal—change. Change that motivates people other than heroes to help the people like him—to keep people from slipping through the cracks of society.

Finally: In a way, the way Shigaraki built up this villainous movement, both gave a home to the villains, the outcasts and freaks of society, and it built up the movement of the heroes. This is what eventually built to the heroes' win that made people want to act. It's interesting to me how that worked out—he comforted the disturbed, disturbed the comforted, in two ways, on both sides of the war.

I think the reaction to MHA429 is very telling to the tendency of a lot of people (especially on twitter) to react without really reading into the themes or messages of the text! And that’s interesting to me. I want to talk in particular about the ending of the chapter with the mysterious character we are introduced to and the old woman from Tenko’s flashback.

The mysterious character that we meet is meant to be a parallel to Tenko, who could have been saved. I’ve seen a lot of reactions of anger at the “redemption” of the old woman who saved him, however. But really, it’s not a redemption of the character—she represents something more broad. This character and the woman are meant to represent a greater shift in society.

Horikoshi loves to have character’s stories come full circle so this old woman reappearing honestly makes a lot of sense!

If Tenko had died and nothing had changed, if that mysterious character had been saved by a hero or by one of our main protagonists, would there have been a point to his death? Would society have changed at all? Asking probing questions like these is important when we analyze text!

If a hero had saved the mysterious character, it would mean other characters in similar situations could be slipping through the cracks like Tenko had in the first place. This societal shift represented by the old woman shows how in society people are starting to look to help each other and save those who need help.

This is pretty bare bones analysis because it's late here, but overall I think it’s a great writing decision! What are your thoughts?

[doumadono]

Hey! For sinful Sunday - can I ask for a needy fem reader who is teasing Shiggy while he's gaming? ❤️

Warnings: oral (m receiving), some spanking, cowgirl, creampie, a little angry Shiggy in the beginning, established relationship

A/N: this request received the most votes during the first Sinful Sunday poll I held over a week ago. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA

Shigaraki was engrossed in his game, the controller clenched tightly in his partially gloved hands as he navigated through the virtual world of Mortal Kombat X. He was so focused, his fingers moving rapidly over the controller, his eyes fixed on the screen; his eyes lit up with every victory, and his brow furrowed with every defeat.

You had been eyeing Shigaraki from across the room all evening, completely oblivious to your presence. But you had been feeling needy that night, craving your boyfriend’s attention and touch.

Slowly, you approached a couch, your steps light as you came to stand behind him. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating off him, and the urge to touch him had become overwhelming. Leaning in from behind, you brushed your lips against the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. "Hey there, handsome," you purred, your voice low and sultry. Your hands slowly trailed over his shoulders, then moved down to his chest, clad in a dark pullover.

He turned to look at you, and when your eyes met, he asked bluntly, "What do you want?"

"Mind if I join you? I just wanted to spend some time with my handsome boyfriend.”

Shigaraki's fingers faltered for a moment, his attention torn between the game and your proximity. He was reluctant at first, trying to focus on the game, but your soft touches and whispered words were too distracting to ignore.

"Sure," Shigaraki agreed with a nod, though he added with a sigh, "But try not to distract me too much. I’m in the middle of a crucial match."

You trailed kisses along his neck, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly melt away. Your hands roamed over his chest as you pressed your body against his back from behind.

"Come on, Tomura," you whispered, your breath hot against the skin on the column of his neck. "Don't you want to take a break? You’ve been playing for hours."

Shigaraki growled at you, "I already told you not to bother me, doll." He motioned for you to sit beside him, adding, "But you can stay. Just be quiet."

You sat beside him on the old, worn-out couch. For a moment, you just watched the flickering screen and how he knocked his opponents down. Yet after a moment, you grew bored and decided to return to your earlier plan.

Suddenly, Tomura felt your hand on his thigh, inching closer and closer to his crotch. He gasped as you began to stroke him through his pants, your touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Shigaraki's grip tightened on the controller. Irritation flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sensation of your touch. He bit his chapped lower lip, a mix of annoyance and pleasure evident on his face as he struggled to focus on the game. "Cut it out," he uttered, his voice tinged with frustration. He tried to push your hand away, but you were insistent. 

Despite his protests, he couldn't deny the thrill of your touch, the waves of pleasure coursing through his body distracting him from the game at hand. 

You knelt down beside him, your hands slowly making their way up his thighs. You could feel the tension in his body increase as your fingertips grazed the bulge in his pants yet again. 

Shigaraki glanced over at you, his eyes glistening with anger, but he didn't stop playing, and you took that as a good sign. You began to rub his growing erection through his pants again, your fingers tracing the outline of his cock. You could hear him let out a low groan, and it only spurred you on.

You reached for his fly, undoing it slowly and pulling his cock out.

Shigaraki's eyes never left the screen, but his breathing became more labored, and he went beet red, even though his cheeks were usually very pale. “Doll,” he warned you within a husky tone. “I’m fucking busy.”

You pulled his cock out fully, marveling at its size and girth. “Yeah, Shiggy, I know.” You licked your lips in anticipation, before leaning in and taking him into your mouth.

Shigaraki let out a loud moan, his fingers slipping on the controller, causing him to lose the match. “Fuck!” he cursed loudly, throwing his head back. Shigaraki yanked you by your hair off his cock, his crimson eyes piercing as he looked at you. With a light slap on your cheek, he spoke in a commanding tone, "Better make this worth it with that pretty mouth of yours, needy slut."

You chuckled softly, lowering your head again and wrapping your lips around his dick, your tongue swirling around the dusty rose head of his cock. You took him deeper into your mouth, your hands gripping his thighs for leverage. You could hear the sound of wet, sloppy suction as you worked him over, your hands cupping his balls and gently massaging them occasionally, and it only spurred you on more.

Shigaraki's hips began to buck, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth as he started another match. He was in pure bliss, lost in the sensations of your touch. He already considered it the best blowjob of his life.

You could feel him getting closer to the edge, his breathing becoming more ragged. You redoubled your efforts, your tongue flicking against the underside of his cock.

"Fuck, yes, just like that, doll," Shigaraki groaned, the fingers of his left hand  finally letting go of the controller. He reached down, his hand tangling in your hair as he fucked your mouth, pressing your head to his groin. His cock was throbbing in your mouth.

You began to drool all over his cock, your  saliva dripping down onto his balls, staining his pants as well. You then took Shiggy's cock out of your mouth and began to lick and suck his balls. 

Tomura let out a loud moan as your tongue swirled around his sensitive sac. 

You took one of his balls into your warm mouth and sucked on it gently, causing the man to shudder with pleasure.

You went back to sucking your boyfriend's cock, taking it as deep into your mouth as you could. Using your hand to stroke his shaft in time with your mouth, you caused him to groan deeply. 

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to exploding. With a final, guttural groan, Shigaraki came, his cum filling your mouth and cascading down your throat.

You swallowed it all down greedily, your own arousal reaching new heights. You pulled away, licking your lips and smiling up at him, making the best puppy eyes. 

Shigaraki looked down at you, his eyes hazy with lust. "You're incredible," he whispered, before grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Finally, he set down the controller, turning to face you fully with a hungry look in his eyes.

With a sultry smirk, you slowly mounted his lap, feeling the heat between your bodies ignite. His hands roamed over your curves, his touch sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. You moaned softly as his lips found yours again, the kiss deep and passionate, igniting a fire within you that couldn't be extinguished. You ground your crotch against his penis, which was still coated with a mixture of your saliva and his own cum. You wrapped your hand around the thick, slick shaft, stroking it slowly as you gazed into his eyes. "I need you so fucking much," you whimpered, running your tongue over your lips. You hoisted your skirt up, moving your cotton panties to the side, and positioned yourself directly over Shiggy’s cock. With one swift movement, you guided his penis inside your needy pussy, gasping as you felt him fill you completely, painfully stretching your velvety walls out.

You both let out a sigh of pleasure as you began to move in sync - you grinding your hips against him as you rode his cock, and him guiding your movements as he thrust up into you.

As your orgasm built, you threw your head back, letting out a series of moans and gasps as you held tightly onto his shoulder. "Tomura, Tomura, Tomura, just like that," you begged, sounding like the most pathetic bitch.

Tomura's own pleasure mounted, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. He reached both hands out and grasped the meat of your ass, squeezing and spanking it harshly. "Ride my cock, bitch. Show me how much you wanted my dick inside your pathetic, needy cunt."

You increased our pace, practically bouncing on his cock, making the couch creak. You could feel his cock swelling inside you. 

He groaned, his body tensing as he came for the second time that evening, filling you with ropes of his warm cum. 

You continued to ride him, milking every last drop from his cock as your own orgasm washed over you as well, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock that started getting flabby.

Spent and satisfied, you collapsed against Shigaraki's chest, your breathing slowing as you reveled in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. You shared a soft, tender kiss.

"I'm sorry I distracted you, and you lost that one game," you murmured, a hint of guilt in your voice. "But I couldn't help myself. I was just throbbing with need."

Shigaraki kissed the tip of your nose, caressing your cheek gently. "It's okay," he reassured you, his touch calming. "To be honest, I wasn't enjoying the game as much as I thought I would. I'll just have Kurogiri order me another fighting game."

[leahrintarou]

hii i wanted to request like enemies to lovers for dabi x fem!reader when reader is one of the villains in league and she and dabi always hated each other, or more like they love each other but won't admit a shit. and also dabi is always this rude, snarky bitch and then one day they get send together for some mission and he gets injured, like somewhere in the chest and reader has to take care of him and patch him up. and like she decides to be a bitch now and she's like paying him back and she's not gentle at all like she's even rougher than needed just because 😆. but then in the middle of the night when she has to change his bandages she just softens because she's actually worried about him and he kisses her and it's like the first time he feels love in thousands years🥺❤️

✩₊˚.⋆ I HATE YOU - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: swearing, enemies to lovers, dabi being an asshole, y/n is stubborn, they lack communication skills but figure something out in the end lol, mentions of wound stitching, injuries, dabi's daddy issues, quirk usage, a lot of arguing. Word Count: 4.7k Author's Note: hii, sorry for taking so long to write this lol. my schedule was busy as hell. i hope you all enjoy it tho! ty for reading and if you have any requests for me to write, send it in!

"hate."

it was a word that held so much meaning and although y/n wasn't the type to feel it for many things, as she looked at the man standing in her doorframe with a bored expression as she laid in bed, it was all she could feel.

"what do you want touya? im tired." she groaned into her pillow. he rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets. "shigaraki wants us to take care of something for him." he said, making y/n shift to sit up and face him properly. "together?" she questioned. dabi didn't answer and that alone make y/n feel dread in the pit of her stomach. she stood, walking to her door and pushing past dabi to find shigaraki who was sitting in the lobby of their hideout.

"tomura, you seriously sending out touya and i? it's late."

"exactly." he muttered, glancing at y/n as dabi showed up behind her. "given your quirks, i need you two to cause a distraction for me in the city. I've gotta get something from a hero guarded area. it'd be less bothersome if a few of them had to focus a bigger situation."

y/n sighed at that. her ability allowed her to use the quirks others. once she makes physical contact with them, a pill is produced and once ingested, she is able to use their quirk for up to half an hour. "why can't he just do it on his own?"

"because it wont be enough, y/n. just go and don't let you guys' odd relationship fuck anything up."

she glared at shigaraki due to his stern tone and the words he said overall. she didn't speak another words and only walked towards the exit, leaving dabi behind. she began walking off, sighing when dabi caught up next to her.

they walked shoulder to shoulder and y/n reached for his hand to which he pulled away imeedietly. "the fuck is your deal?"

"my deal is that i need your quick. stop bitching."

he gave her a look that almost burned through her being itself. "fine, whatever. just make it quick."

with a swift movement, y/n grabbed his wrist, her fingers just brushing against his skin. she felt the pill form in her palm and quickly swallowed it after placing it on her tongue. for the next thirty minutes, she had full control over dabi's blue flames.

dabi shook off her touch as soon as the transfer was done, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "hope you can handle it."

y/n clenched her fists, feeling the raw power simmering just beneath the surface. "i can handle your little fire tricks just fine."

they continued walking in silence, the tension between them thick, both preparing for the chaos they were about to unleash. the city lights ahead glowed brighter as they approached, a signal that they were nearing their destination. heroes patrolled these streets regularly, and they needed to make their distraction count.

"you take the east side. i’ll take the west. we meet back here once it's done," y/n said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline starting to pump through her veins.

dabi gave her a lazy nod, his eyes scanning the area.  "don’t burn the place down too fast." she said, voice sharp with a stern tone.

“take your own damn advice,” dabi sneered, turning on his heel without another glance, heading toward his side of the city.

y/n scowled at his retreating figure before focusing on her own task. she approached a crowded intersection, raising her hand as the blue flames sparked to life at her fingertips. they burned cold, unnatural, just like dabi’s. with a sharp flick of her wrist, she sent the fire roaring down the street, igniting everything in its path. cars exploded, storefronts erupted into flames, and terrified screams echoed through the night air.

sirens blared almost immediately. she sighed in frustration. this mission wasn’t the problem; it was having to work alongside dabi. she hated the way his flames felt inside her—too raw, too unstable. she could handle it, but the discomfort gnawed at her.

on the other side of the city, she could see dabi causing just as much destruction. his blue flames lit up the night sky, and even from a distance, she could feel their heat. as much as she despised him, she couldn’t deny the sheer force of his quirk. their fires painted the city in an eerie blue glow, chaos unfolding just as shigaraki had planned. every hero in the area would soon be rushing their way.

but despite the destruction, y/n could feel the strain. her body wasn’t built to handle dabi’s flames for too long, and each second was like a slow burn from the inside out. she clenched her teeth, refusing to show any weakness. not in front of him. never in front of him.

as another car exploded in front of her, y/n felt the flames flare uncontrollably for a moment, forcing her to stumble back. she quickly reined them in, but the effort was draining. she could hear the distant thrum of footsteps—heroes were coming, and they needed to keep the distraction going.

without warning, dabi appeared beside her, his usual bored expression replaced by a smirk that only fueled her irritation. "you’re pushing it too hard," he remarked coldly.

"i’m fine," y/n snapped, her voice sharper than intended, though there was a slight tremor beneath it.

he cocked an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "doesn’t look like it. you’re burning out."

"i said i’m fine," she repeated, venom in her tone. she forced the flames to obey her, though her body screamed in protest.

before he could say anything more, the ground around them rumbled. the heat in the air intensified, and y/n’s heart sank as she saw who had arrived��endeavor.

out of all the heroes, of course, it had to be him.

endeavor’s flames blazed brighter than anything y/n had seen, casting long shadows across the wreckage. his eyes locked onto dabi and y/n, sharp with recognition and disgust. “enough,” he barked, his voice deep and commanding. “this ends now.”

dabi’s expression darkened, but the smirk that stretched across his face was nothing short of malicious.

y/n swallowed, the tension between father and son palpable in the air. she could feel dabi’s flames still swirling inside her, unstable and dangerous. they were running out of time. they needed to keep endeavor distracted long enough for shigaraki to finish the mission, but with the fire slipping out of her control, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on.

dabi moved forward, the flames on his body flickering angrily as he faced his father head-on. "you gonna try and stop me? i’d love to see you fail. again."

y/n watched as the two squared off, the heat between them almost unbearable. she could feel the pressure mounting, knowing she had to act fast, but part of her was consumed by the sheer hatred radiating from dabi. it was so intense it was suffocating. he wants this fight, she realized.

but right now, they couldn’t afford it. not with the mission still in play.

"touya, focus," she hissed under her breath, stepping up beside him. "we’re not here for this."

he barely spared her a glance, his jaw clenched. “shut up, y/n. stay out of it.”

y/n glared at him, biting back the retort that bubbled in her throat. as much as she despised him, she wasn’t about to let him throw the entire mission away for some personal grudge.

endeavor’s flames flared even brighter, his voice booming as he addressed dabi directly. "you’re not walking away from this one."

"we’ll see about that," dabi said through a sigh.

before either of them could make a move, y/n raised her hand, sending up a barrier of blue flames between dabi and endeavor. the fire crackled wildly, the heat forcing both men to step back.

“touya, get your shit together,” she snapped, glaring at him. “this isn’t about you and him right now. we’ve got a job to finish.”

dabi’s eyes widened with fury, his body rigid with anger. "are you serious right now? stay out of this, y/n. this has nothing to do with you."

“it has everything to do with me,” she shot back, her voice low. “if you screw this up, we’re both dead.”

“i’m not screwing anything up,” dabi growled, stepping toward her, his flames flaring dangerously. “you think I’m gonna pass up a chance to burn that bastard?” he gestured toward endeavor, who stood on the other side of the wall, watching them closely. "this isn’t just about some stupid distraction. it’s him."

y/n’s hands trembled slightly from the strain of maintaining the flames, but she refused to back down. “you think i care about your daddy issues right now? i’m not dying because you’ve got something to prove.”

dabi’s smirk twisted into a sneer, his voice dripping with venom. "oh, now you’re concerned about dying? cute. you can’t even handle my flames, and you want to play hero? don’t act like you can lecture me."

y/n’s temper flared. "i can handle more than you think, but i’m not stupid enough to throw everything away for some pointless grudge! shigaraki will kill us if you mess this up."

“i don’t care what shigaraki does,” dabi snarled, stepping even closer, his body practically vibrating with heat. “you think I’m afraid of him? of you? you’re out of your league, y/n. stay the hell out of my way.”

---

"touya, lets go!" she shouted. a few long minutes had passed by and both dabi and endeavor suffered injuries. y/n thought that it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, but it wasn’t. there on dabi’s chest was a large gash that spilled blood with every movement he made.

dabi didn’t even flinch, seemingly blinded by his rage. his eyes were locked onto endeavor, and the hatred burned hotter than the flames between them. y/n’s heart pounded in her chest. if they didn’t leave now, it would be too late.

“touya!” she screamed again, but her voice was lost in the roar of the fire and the madness of the fight. dabi was deaf to everything around him. his focus, his obsession with his father, drowned out any reason or sense.

just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. she fumbled for it, hands shaking, and saw a message from

shigaraki: get out of there now. i’m done here.

her stomach dropped. they needed to leave. now.

she looked back at dabi, her gut twisting with panic. there was no way he could handle another attack in his state. endeavor was gearing up for something big—his flames surging brighter and hotter, ready to end this once and for all.

y/n didn’t even think; she reacted. she reached for dabi’s flames still coursing through her and launched herself forward. her body screamed in protest, the quirk tearing through her reserves, but she unleashed a massive wave of blue fire directly at endeavor. it wasn’t just dabi’s quirk she was using—she’d stored another teleportation quirk earlier in the week just in case. with a strained breath, she activated it.

in an instant, the world blurred, and she and dabi were pulled through space, landing back at the league’s hideout.

they collapsed on the floor. y/n's vision swam as the overwhelming strain of using both quirks at once hit her like a truck. every muscle in her body felt like it was on fire.

dabi was up almost immediately, his eyes wild and furious. “what the hell did you do?!” he roared, looming over her, his chest heaving.

y/n didn’t flinch, didn’t even respond. she just sat there, catching her breath, her eyes glazed with exhaustion and a cold, blank expression on her face.

“why the hell would you—” dabi continued, his voice a mix of anger and something else, something more vulnerable. but y/n didn’t care.

she stood, her legs shaking but her face expressionless. she looked him dead in the eye, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with a venomous calm. "hate."

dabi paused, caught off guard by the single word. his eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent.

“it’s what you live for, isn’t it?” she continued, her voice as cold as the flames she had just wielded. “but it’s going to kill you. and you were too blinded to see it.”

the silence between them was suffocating, tension hanging in the air like the weight of all their unresolved fury and pain. dabi’s lips twisted into a bitter sneer, but he didn’t respond. he couldn’t, not with the truth staring him in the face.

y/n finally turned her back to him, her voice distant as she walked away. "i’m tired, touya. i don’t care anymore."

he didn’t respond and that was unlike him. and although she didn't want it to, she turned around to glance at him. he was clutching the wounded area of his chest, the blood coating his hands. y/n stopped in her tracks and watched as he held her gaze with a heavy glare. "what?" he groaned with less heat in his voice.

"nothi-"

"they got you good." shigaraki said as he entered through the front door. dabi remained silent and y/n let out a sigh. "told you this plan was stupid." she muttered. shigaraki shrugged, holding up some sort of vile in a glass tube. "got what i needed though. thanks."

y/n shook her head and walked over to a table in their hideout where a first aid kit remained. "come on, touya." he never said a word despite their previous argument and the heated tension that remained between them and only followed behind y/n. this was surprising to her and even shigaraki. instead of questioning it though, she just decided to let it be, grateful for the silence.

they got to a nearby bathroom in the hideout, and y/n motioned for dabi to sit on the edge of the sink. "take off your shirt," she ordered, her voice flat, though she couldn’t help the slight irritation lacing her tone. dabi raised an eyebrow but said nothing, peeling off his tattered shirt to reveal the nasty gash on his chest. the wound was deep, the blood still seeping through the cracks of his burned skin.

“so fucking reckless” y/n muttered underneath her breath as she grabbed some antiseptic and gauze from the first aid kit. she didn’t wait for a response before starting to clean the wound, her hands rougher than necessary. dabi hissed in pain but didn’t pull away.

“watch it,” he growled, but there was no real heat in his words. his eyes, usually filled with spite or disinterest, softened for a brief moment as he looked at her. something shifted in his expression, like an apology he wasn’t quite ready to say aloud. instead, he settled for his usual sarcasm. "you don’t have to be so damn rough."

"oh, i’m sorry," y/n replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she pressed a little harder than needed on the wound. "is the fireproof bastard too delicate for a little first aid? if you didn’t want to get patched up, you shouldn’t have gone toe-to-toe with endeavor.

"i didn’t ask for your help, did i?"

"no, you didn’t. but here we are," y/n snapped, stitching up the wound with more force than was probably necessary. her fingers worked quickly, efficiently, but there was no gentleness in her touch.

dabi’s breath hitched as she tugged at the stitches. "you’re enjoying this way too much."

“maybe,” y/n replied, not looking up from her work. “or maybe i’m just pissed off because you almost got yourself killed. again.”

the room fell into a tense silence, only broken by dabi’s sharp breaths and the sound of her sewing needle pulling through his skin. but when y/n finally looked up, she caught dabi’s gaze. his eyes were softer now, not filled with the usual defiance. instead, there was something different in them, something almost… regretful.

“what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. "you’re staring."

“nothing,” dabi muttered, but he didn’t look away. his voice, usually laced with sarcasm or anger, was quieter now. he held her gaze for a moment longer. it wasn’t filled with the usual hate or resentment, but something else entirely. it almost looked like an apology, unspoken but there. maybe he realized just how close he’d come to death, and for once, wasn’t pushing her away.

after the final stitch, y/n wrapped the wound tightly, her hands no longer rough but steady. she didn’t say anything for a moment, just focusing on her work, and when she was done, she stood back, her eyes meeting his again. the air between them felt heavy, like there was something unspoken lingering just beneath the surface.

“you’re a reckless idiot,” she muttered, shaking her head, though her voice was softer, the anger dissipating into something more resigned.

dabi’s expression faltered, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his usual sharp retorts gone. "guess i am," he said quietly, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "but you still patched me up, didn’t you?"

y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. "only because i wasn’t going to let you bleed out like an idiot. someone’s gotta keep you alive."

there was a beat of silence before dabi let out a breath, leaning his head back against the wall. “guess i should thank you.”

y/n scoffed. “don’t bother. just… try not to get yourself killed next time.”

dabi’s eyes flickered to hers again, and this time, there was no sarcasm or sneer, just a tired acceptance. “i’ll try.” his tone was surprisingly sincere, catching her off guard. she blinked, taken aback, but instead of saying anything, she just grabbed the bloodied cloths and turned to leave. "get some rest," she muttered, not looking back.

for once, dabi didn’t argue.

---

it was the middle of the night, and despite the quiet that had settled over the hideout, y/n couldn’t sleep. no matter how many times she turned over in bed, sleep evaded her. the events from earlier kept playing over in her mind, along with the way dabi had been uncharacteristically silent after she patched him up.

with a frustrated sigh, she finally gave up on resting and pushed herself out of bed. maybe checking on dabi would settle her thoughts. his injuries needed to be looked at again anyway, and the bandages likely needed changing. she grabbed the first aid kit and padded softly down the hall toward his room.

when she got there, the door was slightly ajar. peeking inside, she saw him lying on the bed, his defined back rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. for a moment, she hesitated. dabi was never one to sleep deeply, always waking up at the slightest noise or movement. but his bandages had to be changed, and she didn’t trust him to do it himself.

quietly, she slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. she approached the bed, taking a seat on the edge as carefully as she could to avoid waking him. he was still, his usual guarded expression replaced by something softer in sleep. for a brief second, she allowed herself to just watch him. he always seemed so hardened, so untouchable, but like this... he looked almost human.

gently, y/n reached for the blood-stained bandages wrapped around his chest, her fingers working carefully to undo them. she peeled the old wrappings away, revealing the wound beneath. she grabbed fresh bandages from the kit, preparing to rewrap him, her movements slow and deliberate.

just as she began to wind the bandage around him again, dabi stirred. his eyes snapped open, instantly alert, and his hand shot out to grab her wrist before she could move any further. “what the hell are you doing?” he growled, his voice low and raspy from sleep.

y/n froze, meeting his gaze, her heart skipping a beat. "relax, it’s just me," she said quietly. "im checking to see if your stitches held and I've gotta change your bandages."

he blinked, still groggy but releasing her wrist. his grip loosened, and he leaned back against the pillow, eyes narrowing slightly but without the usual hostility. "im not a child. i can do that myself,” he muttered, though there wasn’t much bite to his words.

"i know, but you looked like you were going to bleed out earlier so forgive me for double-checking." she retorted, continuing to wrap the fresh bandages around his chest. her touch was gentle but firm, and dabi didn’t stop her this time, watching her work in silence.

"always playing the martyr, huh?" he mumbled after a long pause, his voice quieter now. "not a martyr. just realistic. you're reckless and you know it."

dabi was silent as she finished up. he sat up once she was done and watched as she placed the items back into the first aid kit. "why are you up so late anyways?"

"couldn’t sleep." she shrugged. dabi raised a questioning brow and she shrugged. "you expect me to sleep after everything that happened today?"

"causing chaos isn't something that you haven't done before though." he hummed, watching as she compiled all of the used bandage together to throw away. "but watching you almost get yourself killed was."

"you really care that much?"

y/n lowered her eyes at him and shook her head in pure disbelief. "no shit, touya. why would i have teleported us home? stitch up your wound, and even hours later, i come back to check on you. you sound so fucking selfish right now." she stood up, turning to walk away, but dabi reached for her wrist.

he caught it just in time, letting out a small groan from the swift movement. "what the fuck, touya. be careful." she said, placing the first aid kit down and a hand to his back. "im not selfish."

"really?" she deadpanned. "y/n, you've hated me ever since i joined the league. understand me when i get confused on whether or not you actually give a fuck when it comes to me." he ran is palm down his face, trying to fight his exhaustion.

"i can say the same for you." y/n spoke.

"i only return the attitude that's given to me." dabi said, staring at y/n as she tried to read his features but he gave her nothing to work with other than an emotionless expression. "i don't hate you."

"so what do you feel, y/n? you're not making sense."

she stared at him and they held eye contact. y/n let down whatever guards she had up in hopes that dabi can read what she was trying to tell him. he was good at that whether she liked it or not. "say it." he finally said. y/n figured that he got the idea in just mere seconds.

"no." she shook her head with a scoff. "i hate the fact that i feel it for you anyways. I'm not going to speak it into reality."

dabi’s grip on y/n’s wrist loosened as he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “you really think not saying it makes a difference? you’ve already given yourself away, y/n.”

y/n’s eyes flashed with irritation. “you don’t get it. saying it makes it real, and i can’t deal with that right now.”

dabi scoffed, leaning back on the bed, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at her. “oh, spare me the drama. you think i don’t know how you feel? you act like you’re the only one here who’s conflicted.”

y/n glared at him, yanking her wrist free. “conflicted? you? you barely even acknowledge when people care about you. you’re reckless with your life, like nothing matters, and you think i’m the one being dramatic?” her voice rose, frustration bubbling over.

dabi sat up straighter, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “don’t pretend like you’ve been so open about your feelings either, y/n. you’ve spent most of your time pushing me away or acting like you couldn’t care less. and now, when it actually matters, you wanna play the martyr?”

her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “i’m not playing anything, touya! you’re impossible to deal with. you push everyone away, you never let anyone in, and now you have the nerve to act like i’m the problem?”

dabi’s expression hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. “you really think you’ve got me all figured out, huh? like you’re the only one who’s allowed to have their guard up? newsflash, y/n, you’re not as mysterious as you think.”

y/n’s frustration boiled over as she crossed her arms and shot him a withering glare. “then what do you want from me, touya? huh? what is it you actually want? because all you ever do is act like nothing gets to you!”

dabi stood up abruptly, towering over her as the tension between them thickened. “you think it’s easy for me to be like this? you think i enjoy pushing people away?” his voice was low, dangerous, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and something else y/n couldn’t quite place.

her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down. “then stop doing it! stop acting like you don’t care about anyone or anything!”

“i care more than you think!” dabi snapped, taking a step closer. “but you—you’re always so busy pretending you don’t want this, like it’s all some burden for you!”

y/n’s pulse quickened, her frustration and confusion mounting. “i never said i didn’t want—”

before she could finish, dabi’s hands shot up to either side of her face, pulling her in roughly. his lips crashed against hers with a sudden, fierce intensity that stole the breath from her lungs. the kiss was aggressive, meant to shut her up, and y/n’s mind went blank as every thought evaporated under the force of it.

her body reacted before she could process what was happening, her hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer even as her heart raced with the shock of it all.

dabi’s lips moved against hers, demanding and relentless, and she found herself kissing him back just as fiercely, pouring all her pent-up anger and frustration into the kiss. it was heated, messy, and full of everything they couldn’t say out loud.

he pulled back for a brief moment, their breaths mingling as he muttered, “you talk too damn much.”

before she could respond, he kissed her again, cutting off any retort she might’ve had. his hands slid from her face to her waist, gripping her tightly as if he couldn’t stand to let her go. the anger between them melted into something else entirely—something raw and consuming.

y/n’s heart hammered in her chest as she kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. the argument, the tension, all of it faded into the background as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment.

when they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. dabi’s grip on her waist remained firm as he stared down at her, his expression softening just slightly.

“maybe i don’t want you to shut up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, “but you make it hard to think.”

y/n’s lips parted, still swollen from the kiss, her breath coming in shallow bursts. “then maybe you should start listening,” she whispered, her voice shaky but steady.

dabi let out a low chuckle, his thumb brushing lightly against her hip. “yeah, maybe.” his voice dropped even lower as he added, “but that doesn’t mean i’m done shutting you up.”

with that, he pulled her back into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense, as if he was determined to make sure she knew exactly how he felt, even if neither of them were ready to say the words just yet.

she pulled back for a breath, her forehead meeting with his shoulder as she closed her eyes.

"i hate you, touya."

"then hate me more."

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I gently request a Dabi fic wherein he's been letting his little sister crash at his place and decides to pimp her out to Shiggy. Please, thank you, your writing is amazing ❤️ ❤️

BUSY EARNIN’

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER + DABI

WARNING: DUBCON/NONCON, THEMES OF INCEST, SEX-BUYING, HUMILIATION, CREAMPIE, PROFANITY

The recital of your name ushers you downstairs. Your feet tip-toe down the rickety steps while you refrain from gliding your hand along the splintered wood of the bannister.

You bound along until you recognise your big brother, slouched against his patchwork sofa with his knees spread and a cigarette pinched between his fingers.

“Hey, you.” The subtle flick and curl of the ashen digits lulls you closer, close enough until you’re able to see the sizeable stacks of green bills piled up and snapped together with tight rubber bands lain across his coffee table.

You shift, curious as you notice the lean figure hunched next to Dabi, counting through another hand full of cash and muttering. He’s frantic as his fingers work on shuffling through the paper, his eyes are an unsettling blood red surrounded by rings of black and flaking skin, while his hair sits nestled beneath the shadow of his hood, only the stormy ice blue of his fringe peeking out.

“What’s all this?” You lilt, pointing a finger at the stacked paper.

Dabi all but hums, parting his lips as a whispy stream of smoke escapes the ruptured seam. “What you owe me.”

You draw back immediately, confused. “What?..”

He laughs, a deep, hoarse chuckle. Lowering the cigarette from his teeth to address you properly. “You heard me kid. You gotta earn your keep, you know? Ain’t shit free in life.”

You splutter, furrowing your brows. “B—but, wait, what do you mean I owe you that?” You gesture to the wads of cash sat waiting atop the wooden surface.

And just like that, the last few pages of money are slapped down onto the table. “That’s all of it, Dabi.” Shigaraki croaks, bobbing his foot up and down in anxious waiting.

Dabi shifts through the bank notes before giving a satisfied tut, settling back into the plush concave of his couch and taking another drag. “Thanks, Shigs. She’s all yours.”

You retreat backwards as his bent form extends into a looming shadow the moment he stands, taking a stride towards you.

“Wait! Dabi, what’s going on?” You squeal the moment your hands are seized, pulling and tugging until you’re bent against the wall at an angle.

He clicks his tongue, crossing an ankle over his leg. “I just told you. You’re paying me back, kid. Eatin’ my food, drinking my water. All that shit. You didn’t think you’d be crashing at my place on my dime, did you?” His chuckle is grim and dark as he pours over your hurt expression. “That’s cute. I’m a nice guy but I ain’t no saint, family’s still gotta’ pay their dues.”

You’re jolted about to Shigaraki’s liking until you’re positioned over the coffee table. A big hand pushes your cheek down into the hard surface while the other handles your hips, raising your ass up into the air. “Dabi! No, please stop! Tell him to stop!”

Your big brother winces at your shrill squeaks, squinting at the gritty nails clawing at your delicate flesh. He snaps his fingers, leaning forward. “Yo, Shiggy. Be careful, yeah? She’s still a virgin so she’s gonna be a lil’ skittish.”

He’s met with a harsh grunt, beady red eyes squinting up at him. “Shut the fuck up, makin’ my dick go soft with all your yappin’. I paid for her, so I’ll fuck her how I want, yeah?”

Your big brother huffs a sigh, sitting back against the cushions as he watches Shigaraki tear at your clothes. Your shirt is scrunched just above the meat of your tits as two hands reach down to tug and twist at your pebbled nipples. He tuts, palming at the doughy flesh. “Fuck, your sister’s kinda hot, man.”

Dabi hums in agreement, taking another puff of his cigarette as he rubs his hard-on through the rough denim of his jeans. “You should see her pussy.”

Shigaraki halts, lifting up to eye his friend. “You’ve seen your sister’s twat?” A broad smile curls onto both pairs of lips as they sneer at each-other. “You’re a freak.” He snickers.

The flimsy pair of panties concealing your pudgy mound are slid down past your ankles. Dabi scoffs as the skimpy garment is tossed at his face with a chuckle, the scent of your pussy encasing him for a split second. “A lil’ trinket for big brother Dabi.” Shigaraki grins.

“Please Dabi! I’ll pay you back! I don’t want him t—”

You’re cut off with a whine. “Awh, you don’t want me?” Shigaraki pouts, squeezing and jiggling your ass-cheeks. “That’s just hurt my feelings, babe. Looks like I’m gonna have to fuck you extra extra hard now.”

You gasp as Shigaraki spits a fat wad of saliva into your asshole, bringing two cold fingers down to smear and spread the sticky substance all the way across your slit. He dips the calloused pads into your folds, searching for the little bundle of nerves that has you twitching. The moment your hips flinch he’s cooing, rubbing harsh lines into your hooded clit. “Oh yeah, get that cunny nice and wet, hm?” Your mouth gapes and your jaw slackens, shuddering upon his abuse. “Yeah? You like me rubbing that clit? Getting your little pussy masturbated? Just like that?”

He chuckles at the small hand grasping his wrist, pleading for some type of relief. He retracts, wiping his soiled fingers into the back of your head before knotting them in between your mussed locks, tugging your neck back in a painful arch.

A flicker of hope ignites once you see your brother lean forward with a smile. You keen, reaching out for him. “Da—”

“Shh..” Before you can finish, a thick cloud of musky smoke cuts you off. He purses his lips into a snide grin as he blows the ash right into your spluttering, teary face.

The two laugh at your blushed cheeks and bloated lips as you cough, whimpering every time Shigaraki rubs at your swollen seed.

“I want you to look at him.” Your chin is held up by a pale hand, angling you to meet the bulging tent in your brother’s pants. “Look at your big brother while I rape you.”

At this you crack, breaking down into a plethora of blubbering cries. Shigaraki seems satisfied with your shell-like expression and takes the opportunity to stretch his fat mushroom-tip through the taught flesh of your pussyhole, sighing out a grunt as he does. “Fuck yeah.” He wastes no time in gathering the reins of your hair, jutting into you from behind with a broad smile. “Oh yeah, take—that—dick—baby—take it!” He punctuates every word with a thrust, pushing and pulling you along as he rides your ass.

Dabi can’t help but slip his vacant hand down the waistband of his boxers, fisting his fat, dribbling cock while he watches you get molested. It turns him the fuck on. He croons, hissing through the thin space of his teeth biting down on his cigarette. “Mm, look at you, getting used like a little piece of rape-meat. Should’ve done this ages ago lil’ sis.”

You’re practically foaming at the mouth, the only way you’re able to stay upright is by the massive hands groping at your titties. Shigaraki snarls and howls behind you like a beast, raping your pussy faster and faster with his sweaty uncut dick until a vision of black begins to seep past your field of view. A pierced brow quirks upwards as Dabi watches your eyes shift to a ghostly white.

Shigaraki growls, slowing his hips to exchange his frantic rutting into pounding your pussy with deep, lethargic, hurtful thrusts, knocking your hips painfully into the edge of the table. Your cries are smeared into the wood, your whole body rocking as your knee is lifted to spread you open further.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your ears twitch at the sound of Shigaraki’s voice. He hunches, slamming a fist down dangerously close to your head as he jutts his dick and balls into your slit at a rapid pace. “Fu—agh!”

The room drops to an eery silence as Shigaraki groans and shivers above you, swaying his hips side to side to ensure he’s pumped your battered womb full of his hot, creamy jizz.

The moment he retreats, your body is dragged along with him until your clenching pussy unhooks itself from his throbbing tip, ropes and ropes of sticky white cum following his retraction.

“Damn. That was good.” Shigaraki huffs, catching his breath while he stands proud and bare above you and Dabi, two hands bent on his hips while his flaccid member hangs lowly between his legs, bobbing and swinging.

“Glad I could help.” Dabi grins, slapping a wad of cash against his palm triumphantly.

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