#League of villains

[moodyvoid]

Imagine little Tomura being all proud of himself because he surprised Kurogiri by making breakfast and Kurogiri — while completely appreciative— has to keep his cool when he sees the kitchen is an absolute wreck, half the kitchen tools are decayed, and there’s a faint smell of smoke.

[blairxbear]

Wounded

After a tough fight, Shigaraki allows you to care for him. When you press a soft kiss to his scars, he tenses—but leans into you.

The moment the door creaked open, you knew something was wrong. He never came to you like this, not in this state. Shigaraki always carried his wounds like trophies, reminders of battles fought and enemies crushed. Yet tonight, as he stumbled inside your dimly lit apartment, his breath ragged, blood staining his coat, you saw something different.

Defeat wasn’t in his posture—no, that wasn’t it. He still carried himself with that same weight of defiance, that raw power coiled beneath exhaustion. But the way his fingers curled inward, trembling faintly, the way his eyes flicked to the side as if expecting you to recoil—it was hesitation. And that was rare.

You set down the book you’d been reading and stood, your heart lurching as you took in the full extent of his injuries. A long gash trailed down his side, dark red soaking into his already tattered clothes. His lip was split, a fresh bruise blooming high on his cheekbone, and his knuckles were raw, cracked from repeated impact. Yet he still tried to act like none of it mattered.

“What happened?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Tch. Don’t ask stupid questions.” His voice was rough, tight with barely suppressed pain, but his usual venom wasn’t behind it. When you reached out, fingers barely grazing the torn fabric near his wound, he flinched—not from pain, but from you.

He had never liked being touched.

You hesitated, your chest aching. You knew better than to push, but watching him like this, struggling to stay upright, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge how badly he was hurt—it was unbearable.

“You’re bleeding, Shigaraki,” you said softly, willing your voice to be steady. “Let me help.”

His eyes snapped up, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. “I don’t need help.”

Liar.

He swayed, the briefest loss of balance, and you didn’t hesitate. Moving quickly, you caught him before he could stumble, your arms steadying his weakened frame. He stiffened immediately, his entire body going rigid beneath your touch, but he didn’t shove you away. Not yet.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” you murmured. “Just let me take care of you.”

His breath hitched, a barely audible sound, but it told you everything. He didn’t want to need this, didn’t want to need anyone. But some part of him—however small, however hidden beneath layers of anger and self-preservation—was tired.

Slowly, carefully, you guided him toward the couch, supporting his weight as much as he’d allow. His fingers twitched, as if debating whether to push you off, but when you eased him down, he didn’t stop you. Instead, he exhaled sharply, as though finally surrendering to gravity.

Silence settled between you, heavy and uncertain. His gaze darted away, hands tightening into fists on his lap. You knew that look—the wariness, the anticipation of rejection.

You knelt in front of him, your hands gentle as you reached for the hem of his coat. “I need to take this off to clean the wound.”

His fingers twitched again before he muttered, “Fine. Just… be quick.”

It was an olive branch, the closest thing to trust he could offer. You accepted it carefully, peeling back the fabric, revealing pale skin marred with old scars and fresh wounds. The sight made your throat tighten. He had been through so much, carried so much pain—far more than he ever let on.

Dipping the cloth into warm water, you began cleaning the dried blood, working with slow, deliberate movements. He barely reacted at first, but when the cloth brushed over a particularly deep cut, his jaw clenched, breath hitching.

“Sorry,” you whispered.

“Doesn’t matter.”

But it did. And you wanted him to understand that.

You continued in silence, focused, careful. Every time he twitched, you adjusted, trying not to push too far. Yet as the minutes passed, something shifted. His shoulders lost their rigid tension, his breathing evened out. The way he let you care for him, without snapping or jerking away—it felt fragile, delicate, something neither of you wanted to break.

When you finished, you set the cloth aside and met his gaze. “All done.”

He stared at you, something unreadable in those red-rimmed eyes. And then, just as you were about to move away, you did something reckless.

Leaning in, you pressed the softest, lightest kiss to one of the scars near his shoulder.

The reaction was immediate. His entire body tensed, his breath catching sharply. You froze, heart hammering, unsure if you’d crossed a line. But then, instead of pushing you away, he did something unexpected.

He leaned into you.

It was subtle, barely there, but you felt it—the shift in his posture, the way his fingers relaxed against his lap, no longer curled in defense. His exhale was unsteady, uncertain, but real.

Your throat tightened. “Tomura…”

His gaze flickered, something raw and vulnerable flashing in those crimson depths. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something, but the words never came. Instead, he let out a breath, tilting his head slightly—just enough that his forehead brushed against your shoulder.

It was the smallest of gestures, but from him, it was everything.

You stayed like that, neither of you speaking, neither of you needing to. In the quiet of your apartment, beneath the weight of exhaustion and unspoken truths, he allowed himself this moment of closeness, of something he never let himself have.

He let you in.

And you weren’t going to let go.

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

agere todoroki touya headcanons !!

— requested by anon —

— cw: medical trauma and very negative/trauma-oriented experiences with regression —

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🔥 - a perma-regressor from both physical and mental trauma, touya is almost always a different age than his biological one— it’s the age itself that varies. usually, he’s around his late teens simply due to the coma messing with his development and making him constantly lag behind with those lost years. otherwise, he hovers comfortably around 10-13. It’s nearly impossible to get him any younger; he’s only hit those lower ages during really dire circumstances or when he manages to find a specific thing that triggers it (usually something to do with his mom).

🔥 - when he’s in that younger bracket, he’s very unpredictable and filled with the overwhelming turmoil of unprocessed trauma. he has really severe body dysmorphia in this headspace, which leads to bouts of him being unable to speak due to how alien his voice sounds and him breaking every reflective surface he can find. he can be very volatile during this time, throwing pretty extreme tantrums and meltdowns. he isn’t a “cute” regressor— his brain uses this time to physically process his trauma, even to his detriment. he fights back, he burns, he explodes. it’s full of flashbacks and destruction for anyone who dares to get close enough to him. he’s like a dying star, shifting between beautifully and horrifically bright.

🔥 - he doesn’t enjoy having caregivers. he feels suffocated by people doting on him and he already runs too warm and too sensitive for anyone to get close to him. that said, the league are the closest thing he has to one and, later, he slowly starts to reunite with his family and let them take care of him. either way, it’s a terribly long and painful process— filled with shattered hearts and lots of screaming as everyone figures out what does and doesn’t work. with the league, he likes sticking with toga the most. he hates adults and doesn’t trust men so he likes playing with her. at home, he sticks around his mother and fuyumi for the same reason, and they’re both incredibly gentle and patient with him— which he genuinely believes he doesn’t deserve. eventually, he starts opening up to shouto, who he likes because shouto’s very quiet and subdued which gives touya a rock to latch onto when he’s feeling far too much, and natsuo, who takes the opportunity to flip the script and take care of his older brother the way that touya did for him when they were young.

🔥 - touya is terrified of doctors/hospitals when he’s in that younger age range too, and while he isn’t afraid of fire or his quirk, he does get triggered by large flames (like bonfires or fireplaces) and the smell of smoke. he also hates when it’s too hot— both because his burns get itchy when he’s too sweaty and because the discomfort of heat will throw him into a flashback. as such, both his family and the league go out of their way to keep things colder, even if it means not turning on the heat in the middle of winter.

(Cw: padding, medical talk, and accidents)

🔥 - because of his accident, touya medically has a lot of struggles with his body. he is extremely prone to chronic pain and even basic illnesses can lay him out for over a week. on really bad days, he can barely eat or make it to the bathroom and he often has to regress to deal with the pain and discomfort. this means that he’s usually padded during this time as he’s had many accidents from being unable to move from bed. his fear and hatred of nurses and the hospital mean that it’s mostly his family taking care of him, soothing him when it hurts too much and doing everything they can to make him comfortable. this was true with the league, as well, and it was mostly kurogiri making sure that he was okay and taking care of him. shigaraki offered more than once to decay his limbs if they kept giving him trouble, saying that they can replace them with something better and less painful. touya is pretty sure that was his way of telling him to stop groaning so loud, but he appreciated the sentiment even if he’s far too stubborn to take it.

(Cw: over)

🔥 - he hates basic touch, but he does like deep pressure therapy because he can feel it even with his scarring. this basically means that he doesn’t really enjoy hand holding or hugs, but he does like cuddles if someone is on top of him or they’re holding him tight enough. he really enjoys curling up under a weighted blanket with his family because their quirks keeps him cool and the blanket keeps him regulated (I don’t actually know if it’s ever revealed what fuyumi and natsuo’s quirks are but,,, I’m pretty sure they’re closer to rei’s. if not, this one is for shouto and rei lol)

🔥 - when he comes home, he finds out that his room was boxed up and cleaned out by his father and he spirals into a massive meltdown that nearly burns the entire house down. while fuyumi calms him, holding him tightly and rocking him back and forth while singing songs that she knows her students like, his mother and brothers get to work taking everything from storage and putting it back exactly how it was. the boys base it off pictures while rei uses only her memory because she’s been thinking about touya and his room for years. once it’s fixed and they show him, he immediately drops down to a much lower age. it’s a balancing act— meeting in the middle between what was and what is— and it’s one that takes a lot of work but it soothes him to have things be the way that he remembers because that jarring leap of seeing time passed and everything different freaks him out (it reminds him too much of waking up and suddenly being years older and covered in scars).

🔥 - the league actually knows his name is touya from really early on because he hated being called dabi when he was feeling younger. the easiest way to figure out how old he was, was to call him by a name and see how he reacted. if there wasn’t one, he was at least sixteen. if he scrunched his nose in disgust and pouted, he was around thirteen or so. post war, he actually misses the system a lot because his family struggles to tell how old he is and he hates trying to put a number on the boiling emotions he’s feeling. when he is able to reunite with the league under supervision, he relishes under the familiarity of it and the most settled he’s ever been is with both of his families around him.

[uwasoburger]

when you might be a little gay but you have a job so you don't really care about that rn

[call-me-chips]

She absolutely gives the dirtiest side-eyes

[adrianna-illustrations]

Shigaraki and Toga's first meeting

[sunnyx07]

Heavens Prophecy (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader story)

Welcome to my newest fanfic series! I will be posting on both wattpad and here so feel free to choose which app you like most :DD

I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing this!

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She was never meant to exist.

Abandoned as a baby on U.A.’s doorstep, raised by Nezu, trained by Japan’s top heroes—her life has always been anything but normal. Too strong. Too fast. Too much. But no one questioned it. Not really.

Until now.

Something is changing. Her powers feel different, unstable—like something ancient is waking up inside her, something bigger than quirks, bigger than heroes, bigger than this world. Because with every secret she uncovers about her past, the more dangerous her future becomes. She isn’t just a threat—she’s the biggest target in the universe.

And through it all, standing right next to her, is a certain explosive blond she just can’t seem to escape… or make peace with.

Will she ever truly accept who she is—even if she hates the answer?

And when the time comes, when the weight of the universe rests in her hands, will she fight for the ones she loves… or embrace the destiny she was born for?

Stay tuned to find out ;)

Chapters

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Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

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[gradelstuff]

Villain Koro Kore! Collection Figures Vol. 2

[all-all-might]

Chapter 224 | Revival Party

[momomallowart]

Found you.

Blue hair Tomu has a special place in my heart, but I still made a white hair vers as well ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔっ✨

And here's what it'd look like if someone turned the lights on 🔦

[moodyvoid]

Toga and Twice are like a bonded pair of cats, in order to adopt one, you have to adopt both.

[blairxbear]

How they react to your praise during sex...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

How would they react to your sweet words of praise during an intimate moment?

Featuring: Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi/Toya Todoroki, Shuichi Iguchi/Spinner, Kai Chisake/Overhaul, Jin Bubaigawara/Twice, Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress, Young All For One

Tomura Shigaraki

Shigaraki isn't used to being praised—ever. So the moment you tell him "You're so good, Tomura," his brain completely short-circuits.

He tries to act unaffected, but his hips stutter, his breathing goes ragged, and he grips you tighter.

If you whisper "I love how you touch me," he lets out the most broken whimper you’ve ever heard.

If you moan "You’re perfect," he snaps—his pace turning completely desperate, obsessive, needy.

Tomura thrust into you deep and slow, his red eyes locked onto yours.

"Fuck," he muttered, fingers twitching against your hips.

"You feel so good, Tomura," you gasped, grabbing his shoulders.

His hips faltered—just slightly.

"You… really think that?" he rasped, his breath uneven.

"I love the way you touch me," you whispered, kissing along his jaw.

A shuddering breath escaped him before he grabbed your thighs, pinning you harder beneath him.

"Say it again," he growled, his thrusts becoming rougher, deeper, completely wrecked.

You did.

And Shigaraki absolutely lost himself in you.

Toya Todoroki (Dabi)

Dabi pretends he doesn’t care about praise—but he absolutely does.

If you moan "You feel so good," he grins, but his grip tightens.

The moment you say "You’re the best I’ve ever had," his whole demeanor shifts—he becomes rougher, almost possessive.

If you whisper "You’re all I want, Dabi," he completely breaks, his pace turning desperate, needy.

Dabi smirked, rolling his hips against yours, his voice low and teasing.

"You like this, huh?" he muttered.

"You feel so good," you gasped, nails dragging down his back.

His smirk faltered. His hips snapped forward harder.

"Yeah?" he rasped.

"You’re the best I’ve ever had," you moaned.

Dabi growled, his hands gripping your thighs tighter. "Fuck—say that again."

You did.

And Dabi wrecked you completely.

Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner)

Spinner isn’t used to intimacy, let alone praise.

If you moan "You feel amazing," he immediately blushes and stutters.

If you whisper "I love the way you move," his tail flicks wildly, and his rhythm falters.

If you say "You’re my strong, handsome man," he completely malfunctions.

"You feel amazing, Shuichi," you whispered, fingers tangling in his messy hair.

His cheeks warming immediately. "I-I do?"

"You’re perfect," you breathed, hips rolling against his.

His whole body twitched uncontrollably.

"Holy shit," he muttered, burying his face in your neck as his movements became faster, desperate, overwhelmed.

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

Overhaul lives for control—but praise completely dismantles it.

If you moan "You feel so good," he pauses for a second, gripping you tighter.

If you whisper "I love the way you take care of me," he visibly shudders.

If you say "You’re the only one who can touch me like this," he loses all composure and completely wrecks you.

"You feel so good, Kai," you gasped, clutching his arms.

His golden eyes darkened. "Again."

"I love the way you take care of me," you moaned.

His jaw clenched, his grip tightening.

"You’re the only one who can touch me like this."

Overhaul growled deeply, his control snapping as he buried himself deeper, wrecking you completely.

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

Jin is touch-starved—he lives for your praise.

If you whisper "You’re perfect, Jin," he gasps like you just handed him the world.

If you moan "You make me feel amazing," he gets emotional, his eyes shining.

If you say "You’re all I need," he completely loses it, becoming utterly devoted to you.

"You feel so good, Jin," you whispered, fingers gripping his back.

His breathing hitched.

"You’re perfect," you moaned.

His whole body trembled. "No way—really?!"

"You’re all I need," you gasped.

Jin let out a wrecked, needy whimper before kissing you feverishly, his movements becoming desperate, filled with pure love.

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress)

Compress is confident—but praise absolutely shatters his composure.

If you moan "You make me feel incredible," he smirks but his breath stutters.

If you whisper "I love the way you touch me," he groans lowly, fingers tightening.

Call him "My perfect gentleman," and he completely melts.

"You make me feel incredible, Atsuhiro," you whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw.

His smirk wavered. "Oh?"

"I love the way you touch me," you gasped.

His breath stuttered.

"My perfect gentleman," you purred.

A deep groan left his lips as he gripped you tighter, his pace turning more desperate, needy.

Young All for One

AFO likes control—but praise completely unravels him.

If you moan "You feel so good, my king," he lets out a low, predatory growl.

If you whisper "You’re the strongest," his grip on you tightens possessively.

If you say "You’re the only one who owns me," he completely loses himself.

"You feel so good, my king," you whispered.

AFO growled deeply, gripping your chin. "Say that again."

"You’re the strongest," you moaned.

His red eyes darkened with pure hunger.

"You’re the only one who owns me," you gasped.

AFO snapped.

He pinned you down, his thrusts turning deep, desperate, possessive.

[magicalsquigg]

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[call-me-chips]

Toga doodle request

I like drawing her space buns :3

[hexenmeister-6a]

we'll meet again

don't know where, dont know when

but I know we'll meet again

some sunny day