#back to dabi: i see we all got this urge to suck him off today... which is fair btw

[kelin-is-writing]

that post about sucking dabi off has been running through my head for an hour I'm- dabi whos convinced he wouldn't be into anal but eventually lets you finger him while his cocks in your mouth. you curl your fingers just right and this man makes a sound you've never heard him make in his goddamn life. face beet red and he's trying so so hard not to roll his hips

look, i already want to suck him off enough (BIG TIME), don’t make all this distance relationship we all got going on with him even more unbearable than it already is please...

[mha-princess]

Canon Dabi x insecure reader where she’s insecure about her body since she’s not thin. She voices it to him after seeing a pretty and smaller girl flirt with him, and he shows her how much he cares for her? NSFW pls! Thank u!

stop your whining [dabi x fem!reader]

A/N: I didn’t proof this so bc I really wanted to post today also I’ll be posting my 1k event soon! - Anako ✿

Genre: canon-verse, smut, drabble

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: unprotected sex, breeding, degradation

You continue to twirl on the bar stool, your attention long adverted from the chatter dispersed around you. It wasn’t an uncommon for you to tune out of the league’s conversations, especially when the topic was new recruits. New female recruits. To be honest you didn’t think new recruits within the group was necessary, but then again it wasn’t your call. You rolled your eyes at the thought and let yourself tune into the girl riding Shigaraki’s dick, desperate to receive a compliment.

“I really admire your ideologies. I’m willing to follow through with any task given. Any task given.” She enunciates, taking a step closer towards both Dabi and Shigaraki. Her small stature made her seem sweet, cute even, but her eyes had mischievous intent. The two men glance at eachother exchanging an understanding look before, looking back to the girl.

“Thank you for your interest. We look forward to your loyalty. Kurogiri be a gent and show her out.” Shigaraki, responds.

The girl grins as if she just had an interview and was sure she got the job. As Kurogiri shows her out you watch her sway her hips, the skirt she’s wearing a little less than admiring. After Kurogiri is out of sight you sigh in relief.

“Thank god that’s over. Fucking groupies, this is getting old.” You sigh raising from the bar stool.

“Her quirk will be of use to us.” Dabi shrugs.

“Shapeshifting? Tch, isn’t that what we have Toga for?”

“You think I’d drink animal blood?! Gross Y/N!” The blonde exclaims, partially offended.

“Wouldn’t put it past you babe.” You shrug, “I’d rather you be able to do both that way we don’t have some groupie in the league.”

“Why so judegmental now Y/N? Aren’t you all about giving people chances and bullshit like that?” Dabi snarks, shoving his handing into his pockets.

“Not skanks,” you reply, “Well, maybe she didn’t come off as a skank to you seeing as you were pretty friendly.”

“Jealousy is fucking ugly on you.” Shigaraki rasps, opting to leave the room with the others rather than hear you bicker with the black haired male.

“Jealous? The hell is there to be jealous about?!” You shout, the leader sending you the finger before leaving.

“Shigaraki’s right.” Dabi agrees, beginning to stroll away to his room, “It’s also a huge turn off.”

“Turn off ? It’s not like I ever turned you on. You’d rather the skimpy skinny bitch, right? She seems more your type.” Dabi stops to turn around to face you.

The expression on his face was unreadable but the aura he was emitting was deadly. He then inches toward you causing you to take little steps back.

“Y/N.” Is all he says and you stop right where you are. As he closes the space between you he grabs your arm, the force of his fingertips crushing into your muscle.

“The room. Now.” He grits, shoving you in front of him.

“Don’t fucking shove me. Better yet keep your hands off of me. ” You mumbled, making your way down the hall.

When you enter the room Dabi slams the door behind you.

“So fucking unnecessary,” you voice, back turned to him.

“No, your fucking unnecessary. And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demands gripping your shoulder and flipping you around.

“Didn’t I say to keep you damn hands off of me?!” You hiss, pushing his hands off of you. Dabi, refutes by taking a death hold on your waist, pushing you into the foot of the bed. His hands grip tighter and eventually your sides begin to run hot, the smell of singed clothing flooding the air.

He draws closer to your face, he gets so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, “Now listen you fucking brat, I don’t know what your problem is but you better fix that shit real fast. I don’t like to play with bratty bitches.”

“Your the bratty bitch,” you bark. Dabi’s lips draw together before he pushes you over the footboard and onto the bed. He then climbs inbetween your legs and loops his fingers around what’s left of your belt loops.

“You can either tell me what your problem is now or you can wait until my cock is rupturing your fucking cervix. ” he offers, pulling your pants off along with your underwear.

“Do your worst, bitch.” You spit.

Now I know it seems like that was a badass move, but it was a bad decision to say the least. Dabi was never a gentle lover and now that you’ve pissed him off, he definitely wasn’t going to take and precautions. You were being a bitch and if the only way to fix that is fucking you, then so be it.

Without any care he yanks you up and takes off the remainder of your clothing. Your lips purse into a thin line, the feisty part in you wanting to say something, but with the mood you had put him in you knew better. In one motion your back hits the mattress once more.

The male on top of you doesn’t even bother stripping from his clothing. You watch as he undoes his zipper and shimmies his pants below his hips. He sucks air into his mouth before pushing it out causing spit to fly onto your slit as well as his cock.

He then grabs the back of your knees, his fingertips still hot from the incident earlier, and throws them onto his shoulders.

“Don’t open your mouth until your ready to tell me what the hell is wrong with you,” and with that remark he plunges the whole of his cock into your pussy. You let out a shaky gasp which is quickly met by a hand around your throat.

“Not a fucking peep.” The male urges, drawing out of your folds before thrusting back in. He slams his hips into yours hard enough to send you moving forward on the mattress. The sheets beneath you losing there stability. Your pussy clenches around his length in an attempt to lessen the impact of his thrusts.

“Stop clenching. Your gonna rip my dick off,” he growls, and it sends chills through out your body. Dabi had such a disgusting mouth, vial even, but in the end it’s only added to your pleasure. The pleasure which you couldn’t admit you were indulging in. The thought of Dabi fucking you with no mercy only made you want to piss him off more.

Your voice ached to be heard as he continued to fuck your greedy pussy. The sounds of slapping and low distasteful grunts echoed off the hollow walls as he continued to reek havoc on your slit. The closer he got to cumming the closer he neared your cervix.

“You know what? Your fucking cute like this. Being a stubborn fucking brat. Making me fuck you just to get you to act right.”

Cute? Through the rough pleasure that you were feeling that word made something burn inside you.

“Cute? You don’t think I’m fucking cute.” You wither through labored breaths. He takes the pressure off of your neck, interested in trying to hear you explain yourself as he pounds your cunt.

“And why wouldn’t I think your cute, mm?”

“Because you were into that thin bitch. Talking to her, grinning at her. Bet you couldn’t wait until I left so you could fuck her.”

“If I wanted to fuck her I would’ve fucked her. But here I am balls fucking deep in my cunt. In the pussy that belongs to me.” His vulgar words, spark a heat in your tummy, leaving your insides twitching.

“So that’s what the attitude was for? Because you thought I wanted to fuck some rando?” He chuckles before taking the back of your thighs into his hands. He then pushes them back as far as they can go before pulling the length of his cock out, leaving only the tip. Your hand scrambles to meet his stomach but by the time your fingers meet his skin he’s already eight inches deep in your pussy. The head of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Dabi!” You cry out, your toes curling as he slams the weight of himself into you. The boy leans down and places a tart kiss on the shell of your ear.

“So pretty when you cry out like that.” You whimper at his words and weakly shove at his chest.

“Take some out. I told you what was wrong.” A feeble whine lacing your tone.

“I know that’s what we agreed on but your sucking me in. I couldn’t pull some out if I tried.” He whispers, dragging his tongue up your ear. You groaned, squirming under him it was as if he just kept adding inches. Nevertheless the pain you felt was something you were use to, something that you only used to add to your pleasure.

“Gonna cum.” You cry out as he rhythmically fills you up, his cock crashing against your womb again and again. You feel you thighs tremble as your body locks up around him. Your hands slam down gripping the sheets as your orgasm courses through your body. Dabi moves his mouth to kiss you as he lets his own orgasm spill into you. Once you regain your breath you lazily push him off of you.

“Heavy.” You mumble, grabbing the sheets to cover yours self, but before you can pull them over your chest they’re ripped from your hands.

“Don’t.” He demands, letting his hand trail up and down your lower abdomen as he lays he head on your chest, “Let me rub here. It’s cute.”

“Stop calling me cute.” You say rolling your eyes.

“But that’s what you are. Your a damn brat as well but your beautiful, perfect body, perfect smile. It warms my shallow ass heart.” You fluster at his words as he continues his actions.

“Dabi don’t say-.”

“Will you be quiet?” he sighs, “I love you. Your perfect. I wouldn’t dare think of another girl so stop your whining.” You obey and entangle your hand in his hair .

Nothing else needed to be said on your part or his. You were aware of you over exaggeration of the situation and you were glad you had a boyfriend who cared enough to hear you out, even if it was after destroying your cervix.

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[katsukikitten]

So like a paragraph or two of this was in my drafts and I found it today with no earthly idea of the direction I was goin in. So here is this lol. As usual 18+ warnings are corruption and I'll throw dubcon/ non con in there too just to be safe.

A wall of blue flame encircles you. His hands a vice around your waist, charred cloth and skin burn into your nose and cling your hero suit like incense. You fight the urge to gag, you knew this would happen if your party split up. Despite your pleads and warnings Denki and Kirishima agreed to "cover more ground" in an attempt to fight off and maybe capture a few infamous members of LOV.

But you knew that would never fucking work. The flames of his quirk call to yours, the small white flame the only thing keeping you from burning alive, still sweat rolls down your back

There are no plot twists for you,

You never let life surprise you. So surprise it for once, deviate from the plan.

In a swift motion you turn, pressing your breasts against your assailant. His two toned lips curl upwards in a taunting smile while blazing blue eyes burn into yours. Your mind formulates the plan as you go, knowing that if you did this one little thing, or maybe this one big thing, you'd be able to tilt the scales of fate into your favor.

But the question was did you have the stomach to so it?

Well, you'd have to. Your fire power being swallowed whole by his dancing blue flames, feeding the already intense heat. Sweat follows the length of your spine and dampens your hair as you force yourself onto your tiptoes.

It's just a kiss you remind yourself closing your eyes as your lips touch his. You brace yourself for dry, chapped skin.

Instead both lips are smooth, supple and the groan that escapes his throat sends an impossible shiver down your spine. Kissing him felt like Denki's million volt shot. With bodies acting on your own you shove him against the brick, kissing him hungrily as you become addicted to his taste.

Although he reeks of fresh burns he tastes much different. He tastes like campfire smoke and something sweet, like a marshmallow perfectly roasted. His hot hands trail up your sides and in an instant he has flipped the rolls, pinning you against the unforgiving brick wall. Forcing the breath out of you from the force, he kicks your feet apart to spread your legs before he keeps them separated with his knee. Dwarfing you as he crowds your personal space, eyes sparkling with a threat.

"Little hero, are you trying to seduce me?" His laugh echoes around the alley, hugging you close to him as flames lick at your sides. Your stomach flips from the sound, mouth dry from both the heat and his mouth too close to yours.

You lick your lips, fisting his black jacket as you slowly blink up at him.

"I don't know big bad villain, is it working?" A tease, your voice hushed and hinting at lust. He presses his knee against your sex, grinding it as you bite your lip. Trying not to get too into your act but he doesn't let up, somehow hitting that damned spot until you're starting too see stars and your lip begins to bleed. You try to tilt your hips away from him but his large hands push your hips back into place, he leans in close, voice warm and yet dark.

"We aren't leaving til you cum little hero slut. So if you want me to tell my friends to keep your friends alive, I advise you follow through with your half baked plan." He nips at your ear and when you don't respond he pins your hands above your head in one of his.

"I'd like an answer." He taunts, bumping his knee into you again.

"Okay, okay." You huff out, feeling exhilarated and yet a little slimy all at once.

The disgust dies in your stomach and burns like molten lava in your core as his hands explore your clothed body.

"You really picked the wrong one sweetheart. You wanna know why?" He asks, nervously you shake your head yes, "Because I love to play with my food."

He burns off the crotch of your tight hero suit and yet leaves your skin unmarred. His fingers, hot from his quirk, collect the slick from between your folds. He let's out a groan he hadn't meant to, only having thought of you since the first fight the two of you had, dreaming of white flames dancing with intense blue ones.

He wouldn't dare pass up this opportunity now.

"So wet and for a villain too." He slowly circles your puffy clit, "You're so naughty little hero."

"I- aaahh." He cuts you off by upping his speed, occasionally stopping to slip into your sex just so he can feel you clench around him. He shudders as his mouth finds your throat, sucking and biting at the tender flesh as you cry out into his ear. He strokes the spongy spot within you until you're bucking your hips against his hand.

"You're so desperate you've got to fuck yourself on my fingers huh Princess?" He coos in your ear and you cry out. Losing control on your quirk as his heat calls to you. Slowly white flames form at the base of his, sending his to unprecedented new heights without any effort or exertion of his own.

His skin tingles from the warmth, his cock twitching as he watches you losing the fight, holding back your release and for what?

"Because of status? His body wanted yours and yours his. And he sure as hell noticed how you squeezed him when he gave you that little pet name.

"Have you been neglected Princess?" You mewl at the name, and whine when he withdrawls his fingers from you only to set a deadly pace against your clit. Rubbing against you vigorously until you're clutching at him. Legs shaking as you lose the ability to stand as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

Should you, should you cum for a villain? What would your teammates say? Would they look at you less for actually enjoying this man toying with you? Like a cat would a mouse.

"Tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to."

Morals be fucking damned, you were doing what you set out to do when you were trapped.

You were surprising life for once. Silently you made a promise to yourself as you came. From this moment on you wouldn't bite back your venom to spare someone's feelings, you wouldn't hold back your quirk when your flames begged to consume, and you wouldn't let another person strike your ire without them tasting white hot flame. They would burn if the crossed you.

Just as you felt like you were burning now, your white flames licking up your frame and his as the two fired intermingled. Stoking your orgasm as he pushed you through one, no two, no you're beginning to lose count as he forces your legs open, fingers poised over an abused clit. And he does so while you shake, clenching around nothing and crying out his name as if it were a prayer.

"Dabi, Dabiiii, DABIIII. " You cry until a clear liquid splashes agaisnt his wrist and jacket as you helplessly convulse before your body begins to go limp. Dabi groans from the sight, damning the promise he kept himself to take you later. His weeping cock and your flames caressing his shoulders will not allow it. He unsheaths himself using his hand covered in your slick to pump from his tip to his shaft.

Without warning or tenderness he slams himself into you causing you to cry out again. Giving you a moment to adjust to him as he presses you against the scratching brick wall, totally holding up all of your weight. You cling to him with shaking arms as you wait for him to move, rasping out his name desperate for that godly friction.

"Da-Dabiii." Your cunt twitches at the sound of name and the own lust of your voice.

"No Princess, call me Touya."

[ironicwaifu]

BNHA College HCs (Part 1)

What if our favorite babes were in college? 

I thought this would be fun to do and I have a few more ideas for this series come to mind while I was writing these! Enjoy!

Togata Mirio, Midoiyra Izuku, Dabi x GenderNeutral!Reader

Togata Miro

Move-in day was as tedious as you thought it would be. There were too many boxes and too many people. After your parents had left you on your own to unpack your room you were left with a single box. It wasn’t particularly heavy, just sort of big.

You held on to the box, barely able to peak over the top. The elevator had a kid and their family and you decided you’d rather just wait for another one. Mostly everyone else in your building had moved their boxes in and were mingling. As you waited you felt your arms start to go numb.

“Need help?” The voice was masculine and bubbly, startling you since you couldn’t see anything in front of you.

“No, I’m fi-” Before you could even decline their offer the box was lifted out of your hands.

You blinked, your arms feeling the emptiness and standing in front of you was a tall, blonde boy in a bright blue t-shirt with the college’s name on it. On his chest was a name tag sticker, Resident Assistant: Mirio.

“Oh.” Your heart fluttered, his smile sending your stomach into tiny backflips, “Thanks.”

“What floor are you on?” The box that gave you so much trouble was handled easily by him, the box tucked between one of his enormous arms and his head, his other hand free to press the elevator buttons.

You stepped into the tiny elevator with him, “Four.”

“Ah, you’re on Nejire’s floor! Too bad, I thought you might be on mine.” His smile grew a little wider, “I suppose it’s good you’re not on mine.”

You tucked hair behind your ear, “Why is that?”

“Then,” His blue eyes twinkled under the lights, “I wouldn’t have been able to tell you, that you’re very cute.”

You squeaked out a thank you, wondering how this elevator ride seemed to go on for ages. Once you stepped out you spoke a little, him mostly asking questions and you answering until you got to your dorm room.

When he set the box down he glanced down at his watch, “There’s going to be a welcome cookout tonight at 7. I’ll see you there, right?”

“Sure.” You smiled lightly, admiring the way his eyes glistened.

Midoriya izuku

He was staring. He was always staring. It was just so convenient that you sat in the row in front of him, just at the right angle he could see the way your face changed emotions while you listened to the lecture. Or the way you bit the end of your pen when you were bored.

He especially loved when you both texted during class and if he said something particularly funny she would stifle a giggle, glancing back at him for just a moment.

“Izuku, hellooooo?” You waved your hand in front of his face. He had spaced out and class was already over.

“Oh, sorry.” He shut his book louder than he anticipated, a blush dusting his cheeks, “What did you say?”

You leaned over his desk, “I was wondering if you wanted to come over to study tonight.”

“Yeah!” He cleared his throat, trying to disguise the excitement in his voice. He wanted every opportunity to spend more time with you. The only problem was that studying at your place usually meant you extended the invite to a few other people in your class. It’s not that he didn’t like them, but he just wanted you to himself for a little bit.

Sure he could ask, but what if you said no. What if he ruined your entire friendship because he caught feelings? What if you hated him after that? Or thought he was using school to get to you? His fingers tightened around his backpack straps, thinking of every way this could go sour.

“Hey,” You tilted your head while you both walked out of class, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Sorry, just a lot on my mind with exams coming up.” He scratched the back of his neck, trying to laugh it all off.

“We need a break.” You said wistfully, him just barely missing the glimmer of mischief in your eyes, “Don’t you think?”

He only nodded, still stuck in his thoughts. You whipped around to face him, making him stop dead in his tracks. His eyes widened, his freckled face lighting up with surprise and a fine pink dusting his cheeks. You grabbed one of his hands with both of yours, giving a gentle squeeze.

“How about we take a break then? I don’t have anymore class today, we could go get some food and hang out.” 

“S-Sure!” He was still focused on the fact his hand was in yours. He was on cloud nine.

“It’s a date.” You winked, pulling him into a random direction. Poor boy was having an overload all day after that.

Dabi

Come over.

You stared at your phone for a few moments, taking in the two simple words he sent. Your mind was screaming at you to just ignore the message or, better yet, tell him to fuck right off. You weren’t his play thing. And you certainly were not some girl that would come to his every beck and call.

Sure, you two had your fun. You were friends first then, friends with benefits. Oh, the benefits. His hands roaming down your sides and his lips pressed against your neck. He was intoxicating, the sort of boy your mother definitely warned you about. 

Babe?

Another message. You sucked in a breath. Why did he have that sort of effect on you? He had this stupid charm and that smirk god, that smirk would send you to your knees. You tossed your phone across the room, as if touching it was going to melt your hand off. You bit your fingernails, trying to find anything else to do for the night to get your mind off him. 

The past few hours had just been you cleaning every inch of your bedroom, organizing your backpack, and cooking a meal big enough for a small army while you avoided your phone at all costs. Your roommates had watched you pace back and forth before they left, trying to urge you to come out to the clubs with them. Maybe it would help but the last thing you wanted was to be surrounded by more people - more useless boys.

“I’m good. Thanks though.” You had said, waving as they left. 

When the door shut you realized how alone you were, that emptiness was one of the reasons you even started fooling around with Dabi. He gave you what you needed, even if you ended up falling for him harder than you wanted. Against your better judgment you had told him your feelings and his response? 

“Baby, you know what this is. Love just isn’t for us.”

You glared at the dishes you were washing, mumbling curses aimed at the universe and a certain dark haired boy. A hard knock on your door brought your attention out of your pity party and your heart hammered in your chest.

You walked to your door quietly, looking out the peephole and cursed. Dabi in all his leather covered glory was outside your door, his hands shoved into his pockets. You stopped breathing, as if he could hear it from the other side of the door.

“I know you’re home [y/n]. I ran into Uraraka on my way here.” His deep voice carried through the door, your chest squeezing.

You opened the door, trying to put on your best casual expression, “What do you want Dabi?”

He raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t answer my texts or my calls.”

“I haven’t been around my phone.” You shrugged. 

He moved closer, anticipating you letting him into your apartment but you stood your ground, “Are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad.” 

“Then why the cold shoulder?” He put his hands on your hips, pushing you further into your apartment, “I missed you.”

“You didn’t miss me.” You snickered, “You miss what we do.”

His eyes, for a fraction of a second, seemed to soften. His lips meeting yours in a way that was softer than you’d ever kissed before. It made you want to melt right into his arms. 

“No.” He mumbled it against your lips, shutting the door behind him and picking you up with ease, “I missed you.”

It was all you needed to hear to let yourself fall into the moment. If he was lying it was the sweetest lie you’d ever heard, a lie you would deal with another day. But just tonight you wanted to feel like maybe love was in the cards for you.

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

everybody knows ch3 (meet cute au)

( so we start getting a little more serious here as we explore what is happening on Shigaraki end and next chapter what Natsou deals with. its important for later promise.)

Shigaraki opens the heavy door to the bar and base. The old building is many things at once for him.None of it feels quite right without Kuroguri there to look after them all.

The old man's presence is missed and not just because he did the house work, SAhigaraki feels the drain of being a leader most days. Spending time with Natsou at the library had become something of a getaway from the stress for him.

Immediately he is greeted with the welcome sound of Twice and Spinner playing a racing game. Screaming at each other and cackling.

“ Don't wreck our friendship! I'm going to do it! Eat blue shell! ” Jin argued with himself as he tried to overtake Shuichi.

“Haha, I'm in first! Wha-Peach no! That bitch just pushed me off the edge and smiled while she did it!” Spinner wails in distress as he’s kicked out of 3rd place.

Shigaraki smiles and toes off his shoes, glad to be home.

“Morning Sako, can you do me a favor? I have an address I would like you to watch for trouble makers hanging around. The owner of the Cafe did us all a favor today.” Sako sleepily takes the piece of paper as he drinks his morning coffee. He walks into what pass’s as their dining room and sets his plant down amongst the normalcy of yesterday’s dirty dishes and Toga’s schoolbooks.

“First person to kill my plant gets decayed.” Shigaraki calls out above the chaos, no one takes the threat seriously,he almost never actually means it. He checks the fridge next and counts the blood bags he has left for Toga. Mentally counting to see when he needs to get more and if she has already had one this morning. He might need to bring one to her room again, if she’s not up yet she’ll probably spend the whole day in there. 

“I had my blood today Shiggy! no worries, do you really check everyday? Dabi said you did but i didn't believe him.” Toga came around the corner and saw him looking into the fridge.

“Dabi needs to keep his mouth shut, how are you feeling?”  He looks her over. Satisfied with the clear look in her eyes that's been there lately, since she started getting blood regularly, and the fact that her hair was up in her signature buns. Unlike when they first tried having her drink blood regularly, to see if it helped out her blood lust, and couldn't even bring herself to brush the tangles out or wash it.Much less put it up into the complicated looking process of putting into twin messy buns. Magne had offered to cut it short to make the caretaking of it easier but Toga had refused. Shigaraki had learned this theory of quirk therapy through one of the books. It was helping, even if there were some unexpected bumps in the road. There just wasn’t enough research done for people like Toga.

“Im feeling better, it's still weird to me to be able to drink blood whenever I want. It’s, I don't know why but it helps alot. Makes me not as hungry?” Toga tugged on the end of her sweater sleeves. She’s just in jeans and a cat themed sweater for now. One day when it wasn’t dangerous to Toga’s progress or the cats he would take her to the kurama’s cat cafe, she would probably love it. It could be a goal for her to work towards, and if this therapy helped as much as it was supposed too they could even bring one home, he’d figure it.

“Well it looks like you're slowing down on them and I just want to make sure that you're still drinking them when you feel the urge, heat them up if you need to okay? We don't want any baby vampires trying to suck us dry again.” He gently ruffles her hair and goes to wake up Magne.

Him coming home meant it’s time for Magne to get up and have her take over watching the rest of the LoV.  Shigaraki usually had errands for Sako to run so it fell to Magne or Dabi. Not errands like robbing a bank. God did Shig wish he just needed a bank robbed and not medicine and groceries bought. Robbing a bank would probably require less planning some weeks.

“Fuck off unless youve got a dam good reson to wake me up.” Magne grouched from inside her room. 

“I've got coffee getting started, and Sako has shopping to do.” he patiently waits for her to throw a pillow at the door.

“Cmon Magne, if you get up i'll tell you about my date with the hot library guy.” there was a thump and some banging around as Magne tried to get ready as fast as she could.

“Wait, wait where did you guys even go? I swear to god if me and Sako have to tell kuroguri that you went to some gyys apartment for the whole night and we didnt shadow you i fucking swear Shigaraki.” The rest of her sentence devolved into swearing and items being thrown around.

“We just went to a cafe,calm down, I’ll tell Kuroguri when he comes home.” Shigaraki leaned against the wall, he wasn’t actually going to tell her about natsou. He hadn’t actually told anyone about him yet, Magne just suspected there was someone he was seeing.

“Nice hat Shig.” Dabi had come out of his room and was leaning on the wall beside his door,watching the process of waking Magne up. It was entertaining to him because one or twice Magne had stayed up too late was extra crabby, and used her quirk to throw Shigaraki down the hall. Then went right back into her room to sleep as Dabi cackled and watched.

“Dabi, maybe tease me about my hat when there aren't bright red feathers in your hair and your door is open?” Shigaraki snickered at how fast Dabi spun around and checked to make sure his door was closed while checking his hair for feathers. Being serious though he was worried about the hero in Dabi’s bed more often than not. He was very obviously a spy.

As good as he was to Dabi, to the whole league actually, he was still a spy. A struggling one who hated who he was spying for and took refuge within the base more often than not but still a spy.

“So he spent the night again?” He looked Dabi over, noticing how much more relaxed he seemed and adding ground sausage to his mental grocery list. Hawks didn't eat enough when he wasn't with them, some bullshit about it being weird. Dabi worried over the stress his boyfriend was under a lot. Distracting him from it by antagonizing him was something Shig did often enough.

 He hadn't expected to like a hero of all people or feel as protective of him as he did his team. Much less one in the top ten but Keigo made a terrible spy and was just as much of a mess as they were.He had crap sleeping and eating patterns. Dealt with emotions as well as any of them did, he fit right in. So it hadn't been long after meeting that shigaraki had ‘adopted’ him, as toga liked to tease him. 

“Is he okay this time?” There had been a couple times where keigo had come in a mess or injured mess.

“He’s fine, get some sleep boss.” Dabi smacks his shoulder and goes to get coffee.

“Evil doesn't sleep, I've got schemes to think up.”Shigaraki smirks and continues down the hallway to his room. It also doubles as his office space.

“You better be sleeping by the time Sako gets back or I'm going to make him give his signature ‘im a single dad of too many kids’ look. And we both know you don’t want that.” Dabi’s voice follows him and Shigaraki flips him off without turning around. He honestly was tired and should get some sleep, but he needed to plan out chores for next week and meal plans and groceries and where to get more blood for Toga. He sighed and added a mental note to ask if her favorite blood type had changed again or it was still the same as last week.

He was tired but he agreed to take care of these people when he agreed to become a leader. Not to mention the whole destroy society thing he still has on the back burner.

@night-owl-1234

[craftyshipper]

Support III

The sounds of fists slamming into a punching bag echoed throughout the room. Sweat glistened over the scar that had marred his face for the last ten years. It hadn't bothered him in such a long time, but right now, it fucking hurt.

With a roar of frustration ice swirled around his right hand as he punched the bag a final time, sending it spilling open and all over the floor of the gym.

Panting, he fell to his butt before laying back on the mat, his breaths coming in uneven gasps, his knees bent upwards.

He was so unnerved from what happened just yesterday that he hadn't spoken to anyone since. Not Midoriya, or Iida. Not even Momo, even when she desperately tried to get his attention. The texts and phone calls only soured his mood.

He loved Momo for the saint she was, but the way she kept pestering him only enraged him. He needed his space and right now, nobody was giving it to him. The media had gotten wind of what happened and they were lined up outside the school and at his fathers place demanding to know more details.

Groaning in frustration, he didn't hear the door of the gym open and close. Only the sound of footsteps caught his attention and he gave an exasperated sigh before sitting up.

He should have known she would come looking for him. She has become his best friend over the last six months and he couldn't be more than grateful for her caring friendship towards him. But now was not the time.

"Shouto?"

He remained silent, afraid that if he spoke, he would snap at her.

"Would you please talk to me?" The pleading tone in her voice made his heart ache but how was he supposed to talk to anyone when he wasn't even able to sort out the thoughts in his own head.

"Please just leave me alone." His tone was low and raspy, not the same raspy voice she had come to love.

"You've didn't show up to class today and haven't talked to anyone. Everyone is worried." She clenched a fist over her heart. "Including me."

"I just need space Momo." He stood up, moving to go grab a trash can so he could clean up the mess he had made.

"Please." Her voice stopped him. "Please don't shut me out."

His whole demeanor was reverting back to how he was when he first started at UA. Cold and quiet.

"I'm not shutting anyone out." His attempt to argue back made her flinch, his tone coming out more harsh than he intended.

"If that's the case, why are you avoiding everyone?"

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are!"

It was Shouto's turn to flinch. She had never yelled at him like that before and he had to turn to see her face. And the angry look she sent him threw him off.

"Why are you getting mad?" He glared at her.

"Because you won't let anyone help you!"

"How is anyone supposed to help me?!" He was yelling now.

Momo stepped forward, not backing down and refusing to leave him alone.

"Talking usually helps." Her words did little to make him feel better.

"What's there to talk about? Everyone across the country knows." Aggravated, he turned away from her, refusing to show her the emotions that he felt welling up inside of him. "I find out my brother, who had run away from home years ago, has become a villain who attacked my friends and kidnapped one of our classmates. The brother I never got a chance to really know. The brother my family thought was dead-" He sucked in a breath when a pair of soft feminine arms wrapped around his middle from behind, squeezing him tightly.

"You don't have to deal with this on your own." Her voice was so soft and urgent and Shouto didn’t like the way it made his throat tight.

"I didn't even recognize him." Momo gave a sad frown at the crack in his voice. "His appearance has changed so much from how I knew him."

"It's not your fault." She hugged him tighter.

"There's so many thoughts and questions going through my mind..." Taking a deep breath he paused, trying calm himself. "I don't know what to do with them all."

"Your friends want to help you." Momo encouraged. "I want to help you. But we can't if you don't let us."

"Why would they want to help someone whose brother participated in sending half of them to the hospital?"

The words that were whispered in his broken tone made Momo realize that Shouto truly believed he should be hated. That their classmates should be blaming him for what his brother had done. That by association, Shouto was just as guilty.

"Do you really think they would blame you?" Momo released him and moved around him so she could see his face. "Do you honestly think they are capable of something like that?"

"The teachers already suspect a traitor." He looked off to the side. "I'd be an easy target to blame."

Momo reached out and placed her hands on his cheeks and forced his dual colored gaze to met her own dark ones. Before she could speak, a sudden wetness on her right thumb gave her pause. Quickly wiping away his tear without comment she pulled her thoughts together.

"None of us blame you or suspect you of anything, okay?" When he tried to look away from her again, she held his head steady. "We're all worried about you, even Bakugo." She smiled. "Your friends are here for you, so don't doubt that, please?"

Taking an unsteady inhale of air, Shouto gave a hesitant nod. With a sad smile, Momo wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug that he found more comforting than he thought he would have.

"Besides, you always have me." From her tone, he knew she was smiling. "And that's never going to change."

When they pulled away, Momo gave him a sincere smile as he wiped his hands down his face.

“Come on.” She urged. “I’ll help you clean this up.”

Shouto looked at the busted bag guiltily before letting out a sigh. “I guess I went overboard.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Momo lifted her shirt which made Shouto look away to give her privacy, as she created two brooms and dustpans. She handed one set to him and grabbed the other for herself.

“Thank you.” He muttered as he began sweeping up the sand that had spilled out onto the floor.

She smiled softly and began cleaning up the other half of the floor, carefully making sure she got most of the grains before continuously dumping it into the trash can. With their teamwork, they were able to get the area cleaned up within half an hour and Shouto was more than grateful for her help.

Once Momo put the trash can back in its original spot, she made a mental note to have Aizawa help them toss it out later. When she glanced back to her friend who had a distant look on his face. He truly looked lost, anyone who could ever blame him for being the traitor was an idiot. Frowning, she stepped closer to him and took his hand in hers.

“Are you alright?”

“Not really.”

Before she got the chance to speak, the door to the gym opened up. Aizawa stepped in, a serious look on his face. Shouto felt the female beside him squeeze his hand, but it did little to comfort him from what he knew what was coming.

“Todoroki.” The eraser hero addressed him. “I think it’s time we have a chat.”

“Mr. Aizawa-”

“Yaoyorozu, please return to the dorms.” His tone left no room for argument but that didn’t deter her from trying.

“But sir-”

“Now.” Aizawa passed a bored look to her. “He’s not in trouble, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

That seemed to calm her for the moment, so she turned her attention back to the fire and ice user.

“Shouto?” The question was implied in her voice.

“Go ahead, it’s okay.”

Still hesitant, she hugged him one final time before heading to the door. Even if she didn’t want to leave him, she knew Aizawa wouldn’t allow her to stay. This was something they needed to discuss privately but it still didn’t take away her unease.

“Come find me when you’re done okay?”

“I will.” Shouto replied. “Thank you.” His voice grew soft at those last spoken words and she wanted nothing more than to go back and wrap him in her arms and never let anything hurt him again.

She just hoped that when shit hit the fan, that Shouto wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. That villain may be his brother, but if he ever came after Shouto, nothing could stop her from doing everything she could to protect him.

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Guilty. I am a fan of the “Dabi is a Todoroki theory” so I had to throw this in here :)