#bnha monster boy

[epickiya722]

Seeing my boys get their cards brought me such joy. I'M SO PROUD OF YOU TWO!!! 😭💜

[mito-itokondrria]

"ɪ'ᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ..."

So- happy birthday @taysudon 🌹

[thedramall4ma]

Raging Brachygou.

I'm not sorry.

[king-bito]

Luma was an old MHA oc from way back when with a mutation based quirk. He struggled with a lot of things, particularly self image, never deeming himself to anyone's tastes given he was basically the least human looking person he knew.

He can stick to any surface with hyper flexible joints and gecko-like hands and feet, his tail however is his big damage dealer, able to smash concrete with its weight and force. He can use the momentum from swinging his tail or using it to jump to achieve massive leaps through the air.

Despite the sheer force of muscle in his tail, it's sensitive to delicate touch and he flusters easily when grabbed or hugged. And oh yes he can hold up several people with it xD

Luma has a long tongue and secretes green saliva, despite the colour it's completely non-toxic.

I missed drawing him so I had to bring him back and finish an old sketch of mine x3 Oh and also there's one of my filler ocs I haven't named yet xDDD

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Do you think everything that happened with Tenko and his family could've been prevented if Torino had permission to keep an eye on Kotaro? One day Torino spots Kotaro speaking with a man who gives the most absolute rancid vibes he hasn't felt since being face to face with AFO to which he begins to put two and two together.

I mean, personally speaking, of course I'd love for Torino to actually have that narrative weight and be the "For Want Of A Nail" trope in Kotarou's life. Torino could absolutely be a helicopter parent if given half a chance. In this scenario, though, he's just, what, checking in every so often? Maybe not even face-to-face?

Torino's not clocking red flags until he overhears the first genuine anti-hero sentiment from Kotarou, who's actually been really good about repressing his anti-hero feelings to avoid negative attention from peers.

[sugarakis-p2]

All Knights and Day must die ch:26

{Mothman Shigaraki is the new king, so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.}

Warning: Yandere mothman Shigaraki, Knotting and Macrophilia, Oral, blood, death.

@lovingbadguys @balanceisrelative @nut-in-me-jojo

Are you going mad? Strange visions plague your sleep. It's hard to tell in the grips of a warzone with a Mothman you despise. It's not that Darvish is entirely bad, but he is not your Shiggy. Maude was right about one thing, use a man and have them wrapped around your pinky. The Order have found Shigaraki and it's up to the League and your family to help Shigaraki.

Previous chapter<---

You stare at the food, your mouth waters and your eyes dart to Darvish.

You have not found the game you can kill in the forest, so you have been scavenging and rummaging for berries and roots you can eat. Even if you freeze what you've come across with your eye, the best Darvish can do is rip a chunk off before you run because bigger things are coming when they smell the blood. The creatures of the night are ruthless and relentless in the eternal night. Darvish put the money in the vendor's box and opened another with food. He examined the food first, then Darvish nodded to let you know eating it all was fine.  

"Hurry up," the vendor boy hissed from behind bars, "There are night creatures everywhere."

You crammed your mouth with food, ravenously devouring it without a second thought. Every bite was just a fleeting sensation on your tongue before you moved on to the next. Efficiency was your goal, regardless of whether you genuinely savored each mouthful. A scream broke the silence.

"Is there a safe Inn nearby?" Darvish asked. The boy gave him a name before slamming his shop shut, grabbing your hand in his gloved one, and leading you away.

"You look too much like a worn-out princess. We will have to find you new clothes. I don't like being in their territory. The Order will be looking for you, and those clothes still look too fancy despite being in tatters. Although I would prefer you nude and in a nest," Darvish grinned. He almost looked normal in the clothes he stole. The hooded cape hid his wings. The Mohawk he meticulously cultivated was starting to grow and get shaggy. If it weren't for his extra set of eyes, he would almost look normal. Handsome even.

"I would never sleep with the monster that killed my sister," you snarled at him. That made him freeze and blink all sets of his eyes. You could see the anger twist in him.

"Your lifemate killed your sister, and everyone knew it before you. I saw it before you did, and I had not been there that long. I also had no part in your other sisters' death. Be grateful you are alive because of her sacrifice. Shigaraki really has indulged you too much, little female," Darvish growled with a chitter. 

You wanted to slap him, but you have lived with Shiggy long enough to know this is a sign that he's at his limit with your behavior. You start sobbing uncontrollably. Your heart was racing as Darvish pulled you into the dark alley with a buzz of agitation. You knew it was all too true, and it was the last straw. Your heart is breaking with the truth of it. You were overwhelmed with emotion as Darvish pulled you into a tight embrace. You let out a gut-wrenching sob.

"I didn't ask to live and have my sister sacrificed! I hate that I'm alive. I thought Imogene had chosen the Order over her own family, and when I saw her again, I had expected her to be angry, to lash out at me, not for her to give her life and even her appearance to protect me. I had just begun to understand and appreciate her for who she was, and now she is gone. Maude isn't dead, but she would want to be if she knew she would be a vegetable. It was a cruel and unfair twist of fate, and I cursed myself for loving Tomura Shigaraki more than Maude. While she had her flaws, that was what you had loved about her, and now she's a hollow shell of her former glory. Yoon. Poor Yoon. He was always kind to me. He took care of me and was loyal to a fault. I was going to put him in my harem and help him raise his son. Now his baby is an orphan. All because of me," You let out a pitiful wail of pain and despair.

The sorrow that had been so tightly coiled in your chest finally burst free. You felt the tears spilling over, and sobs wracked your body as you grappled with the reality that it was all your fault. When your sobs slowed, Darvish swept you up in his strong arms and away to a hotel room. He ordered the staff to draw a hot bath and left momentarily to retrieve something. He came back with some soap and Sake.

You slumped in exhaustion, feeling too numb to care as he peeled off your clothes and gently placed your nude form in the tub. Davish joined you, handing you some Sake to sip while he guzzled it. His hands roamed lewdly as he lathered your body with soap. You whimpered softly, your tears still dripping, as he embraced you tightly, his naked body pressed against yours, the steaming water relaxing your muscles. The Sake and water warm you to the bones.

"I didn't think Mothmen could bathe. I watched Shigaraki clean himself, and it was sponge bathes daily," you say. Making conversation and pretending his cock wasn't pressing against you. You thought of Shigaraki, fucking you rough while Darvish's fingers wiggled lower, and his panting increased. You missed Shigaraki.

"We are trapped. I can not fly if we want to. The Order has the dragon-born monitoring the skies. A scary one named Ryukyu. She is not one I can fight," he moaned, bucking his hips lightly, "Shigaraki must have spared his wings to combat. You smell so sweet. I can't fly if I wanted to, but this is worth it." Darvish groaned, the pressure increasing on your backside, annoying you and almost making you spill your drink. Dry humping in his sleep was one thing, but you snapped as his claws made their way between your thighs.

"You are a monster!" You hissed in a fury, pushing away from him. His grip around you tightened, digging his claws in not to let you slip away, as he snatched the eye patch off your face and looked down at you, twisting you around to see his stupid smile. Holding you too tight, you felt the bile rise in your throat as you feared the worst. He gripped your face, and his lips descended on yours for a kiss. They are soft and shockingly gentle as his tongue caresses your lower lip. Shigaraki's kiss was always rough and possessive, his long tongue sometimes making you gag with lust. You parted your lips slightly and allowed him entrance. When his tongue attempts to entwine with yours, you clamp your teeth. He was quick and didn't let you bite him. 

"Wicked little Moonbeam. By law, I get pussy. Do you want to starve? What? Should I spend only my gold when you give nothing back," He growled, reaching out and touching your necklace. You grip it tight from his claws. This was a gift from your mate, your Shiggy, and Darvish cannot have it. You rather starve. He saw your resolve and dropped the subject. You tried to kick at him in your rage. He looked mildly amused by your efforts.

"Why don't you use your kingly power? There are still your men here. Why do we have to sneak around? Are you, not a king?" You hiss at him. He laughs and leans his head back, and arches up to you, his cock brushing against your thighs and calves. 

"Not anymore. I gave up my title for you. To be in your harem, I am guaranteed a grub and a duke's title. That is why Overhaul took over. It does not matter once your mate is healed. He will re-take my kingdom for himself and appoint me Duke. I do not have to lift a claw. All I need to do is protect our little goddess. So you see, I have rights," he explained, pulling you to him with a softer touch.

"Why not keep me for yourself and your kingdom?" You hesitate in asking the question. After all, if it had been Shiggy, he would have. You wouldn't even dare to think that Shigaraki could have made such a deal involving a grub outside of their circle. It was one thing letting someone lick you in public.

That just seemed to be their way. How injured was Shiggy? Is he at death's door? You shake your head, dismissing the thought. No way would Shigaraki ever let anyone else take his place. He would come back from the grave before he let that happen. Darvish must have seen doubt on your face because he became serious.

"Overhaul does not believe in our ways. I also find his insubordination reckless. He does not understand how I find his measures towards your guard disgusting. If given a choice, Yoon would have chosen you and sacrificed your sister, and you would be more docile with a male you know. What a tragic waste of genuine talent. I would never do anything as dishonorable as go back on my word and force the goddess," he explained, pulling you flush to him. You are stunned, unsure what to do other than let him wash your hair, "I like your natural scent more."

"Stop that," you whine. His claws create a pleasant tingly sensation on your scalp. 

"Wash me," he ordered. He had washed you, and you can no longer think of a reason not to. If you are honest with yourself, you do like running your fingers through mothmen fluff. You plant your knees on his stomach and work your fingers into his sable fur collar.

"What a good girl. Shigaraki must have trained you well in something," he groaned and purred as you shampooed his neck ruff. You roll your eyes and continue with the task. He grabbed your waist and pushed you down on his stomach. You yelped as your legs wrapped around him, and you could feel the rumbles of his purrs hit your core, "He's trained you on how to be a proper queen and breeder. I will treat and teach you to be a better mate. Your pussy is hot and slick on me. Shigaraki must have broken you in very well. Do you crave cock?"

You blush at his lewd words. You do crave it. It felt amazing to be filled by Shigaraki, his knot making you feel like you would break, his heat spreading as he pumped you with cum that leaked from every hole.  

"Look at you blush and get wetter," he growled, grinding you hard on his abs. You squeal as he grins and looks you in your eyes, "Good girl. Look at me." His large hands made you buck harder, rolling your hips and rubbing your clit over his body. Tingles of pleasure travel up your spine, and you moan and close your eyes. Not wanting to look or obey him. He growled, dragging you up toward his mouth. You panicked. Screaming no, thrashing, and violently yanking at his antennae and hair, knowing it would cause the most pain.

"It is ok, my little goddess. As I said, I will never force anything on you as long as you stay by my side," he said, letting you slide down his body slowly. "It felt like you were enjoying yourself, and I wanted to give you more. I felt the heat of your cunt on my middle and thought I would melt. I saw your body shudder with desire, your skin prickle with bumps, your nipples harden, and your breath hitched. These are all things I saw."

You are understanding more and more what his mysterious power is. Those eyes can see everything. His claws tenderly trace through your hair, and it's not delicately the way Shigaraki would do it, but it's still a pleasure. His dark and soulful eyes seem to pierce right to your core, and you feel the urge to scrub away any remnants of your scent, lest he mistake it for something more. He swiftly lifts you out of the bathtub yet gently and wraps a large plush towel around you. He then spreads his wings, gently dusting you as Shigaraki did. You can feel the weight of the marking, and it scares you a bit. His wings wrap around you like a cocoon as he starts to keen, a sound that reverberates deeply within you and lulls you to sleep.

"I still don't understand. Why can't we use your connections? You must have at least some allies in your kingdom. The night creatures have taken over this city. I saw many Mothmen in the streets. Traveling in a larger group would be safer and quicker," you tried to persuade and reason. His lower set of eyes opened and stared at you drowsily. A hissy chuckle escaped his throat.

"He honestly didn't tell you, did he? I have no allies while I travel with the goddess and the fated mate of Shigaraki. I am defenseless and isolated. They would attempt to eliminate me to win Shigaraki's approval or claim you to keep the entire kingdom, challenging the elder's ruling of fated mate or even murder you as a false goddess. Needless to say, none of these scenarios would end well for  you  or me," he purred. You heard a scream somewhere outside and cringed against him.

"I want to go home," you whimpered.

"We're still at war. I'll protect you. As the other mate, I will see to it," he moaned, falling fast asleep. It's not long before you join him.

Your dreams are strange, but this was the worst one. Your dead sisters sat at the table drinking tea. You're deceased siblings crying and playing somewhere in the distance. 

"Wrong! I am not dead. Really. This is not dignified. Why would I ever want a baby with Ginari? I exist to be a queen," Maude said.  What?  You wondered.

"Really, you are the most selfish of cunts. I can't believe you raised her. Adam should have killed you too," Imogene replied to Maude, nibbling on a cookie.

"Adam is smarter than you. He realized early on that our most precious assets should have been placed in the most sensible hands. Our little sister reminds me so much of both. Lazy with a good backbone like father and clever with a sweet naiveté that men flock to like mother," Maude chuckled. You know that chuckle. It was not friendly. It made you feel little deep down in your gut. Imogene scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Perhaps Adam knew it took many styles of teachings to shape our little sister. He has been the most cautious and calculating in the family. I am still mad he let you and Abraham break her with your fanatical beliefs."

"Trauma breeds greatness. Look at Daddy and myself, for example. I fail to see your reasoning, Imogene, since I raised a perfect little goddess," Maude genuinely laughed.

"Then, by your logic, you are an average whore sold by Daddy," Imogene replies, fanning herself.

"I knew instantly I would never reach the very peak. I had too much respect for the consequences, unlike Icarus dreaming of immortality and scorching his wings. Nothing was more important to me than protecting my little sister, giving her the highest status, and safeguarding her from harm. But then doubt crept in, slowly unraveling my convictions, and pain replaced loyalty.The troubling thought that my sister's stupid husband could never understand my intention, that his selfishness could shatter my sacrifice and shatter my heart. My purpose was to give my life in homage to the purest piece of mommy, and it mattered not if I was dead to the world if she reigned. What can he say of his own courage? All he has done is place her in danger, and what have you done for the greater good of our family, Imogene?"

"I gave my life! You are a dumb bitch. Little sister, who do you think is right?" Imogene asked. Collapsing to the floor, wracked with sorrow, you curl into a ball, letting the tears flow freely. Your heartache is unbearable as if you're trying to escape the pain by going mad. Apologies stream from your lips, desperate cries for mercy, as you long for the comfort of the people you miss. You know that no matter how much you apologize, nothing will fill the aching void in your soul, and wishing for oblivion over this, whatever this is, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I miss you both so much."

"No! No! You can't do that," Maude scorned. Slamming her teacup down, "Look at how soft you have gotten. I am so disappointed. Here I am in a deep sleep, and you have not even figured out how to use that. I thought I raised you better! Really!" Maude huffed, pouring more tea into a fresh cup that appeared. Her penetrating gaze bore down on you. It was as if you could feel her reaching inside your soul, prodding you to think more profoundly and strive for something greater. Confusion and unease warred within you. You could not interpret what it meant. Like a mandala of questions, her unspoken admonishment hung in the air around you. What were they trying to tell you? Why are they haunting you like this, and why couldn't you understand it?

"I-I-I," you sputtered when Maude sighed; the clink of her tea cup was deafening as she mocked you.

"I-I-I…really! Don't you want to see him? Don't you want to do what is best for your family?" Maude scorned.

"You are the worst!" Imogene shouts at Maude before she calculates her next words. "Little sister. Do not cry for me. I couldn't have asked for a better death. I want you to know she is not entirely wrong. I feel you must choose your own path. You have already parted from us and carved your own life. No matter what. The dangerous part of Shigaraki is always connected to you. The whole point of marking is to keep you connected. If you want to see him, you have to think of him and bend the magic of your eye to you. Accept the most primal and evil part of him, and you will be home in your heart," Imogene said, blowing on her tea.

"That's cheating! She could hurt herself by using magic too often. What a basic cunt," Maude sneered, tossing a cookie at Imogene. "You have always been a simple-minded idiot, Imogene. That's why you are dead. Listen to your Maude, my little treasure! The most basic of people are the easiest marks. My love and protection were intended to save you. I love you, my darling little sister, with a love that knows no bounds. A love that conquers all, for my love, is the only true love. It would be best if you carried that with you, always. Recall what I taught you. I am precious, but so are you. Sparkle! Sparkle! My dazzling gem. Remember, you are my treasure. I love you, little sister. More than life. More than anything. Use that," she said, pouring more tea.

"I don't understand. I want to see Shiggy," the moment you uttered these words, the world changed.

Shigaraki's monolithic back straightened in the darkness, a warning sign indicating he had scented his prey. Outrage etched across his face as he slowly turned his massive head, his expression first drawn in furious curiosity until he locked eyes with you. What the hell is that? It's him, but like when you first saw him. Your heart hammering your chest, an overwhelming sense of evil, you attempt to turn and flee, only to fall straight into his grasp as that unmistakable boney hand clasps down on you.

Fearful of being crushed and turned to dust in his clutches, you flatten yourself as much as possible. At the same time, he slowly lifts you between three giant fingers, creating an impenetrable metal cage encapsulating you in its viselike grip. Instead of being squeezed like a rodent, he cups you in his hands like a treasured possession, his most precious beginning.

His antennae linger on your cheek for a sweet moment, an eternity. The look of love he gives you makes you wet and dissipates all your fears. Shigaraki flutters and chirps, and your heart melts as he trills and coos. Leaning down to nuzzle you. Until a look of hatred washes over his features and ruins the moment completely. His coos and trills become menacing hisses and growls, and your heart sinks to your stomach. You brace yourself as Shigaraki pulls away, jerking his head back as if your touch has scalded his skin. Your fears return, raining on the romance of the moment.

"You stink of another male. I hate it," he snarled. You screamed in terror as his razor-sharp fangs clicked in anticipation, the way he does when he wants to taste blood. His long tongue reached out hungrily towards you. You squirm and scream in surprise when his tongue snakes past his sharp fangs to gobble you up. His long tongue harshly lathes over your entire body.

Ripping off your clothes in one swipe, he turns his head to the side and spits the fabric out. You felt a chill run down your spine as his powerful tongue relentlessly explored every inch of your body as if savoring every drop of its prey. Your breath quickens when he manipulates you with a massive single claw. It trails downward over your body, parting your leg. The tip of his tongue harshly entered your throbbing mound with a mighty thrust. You screamed again as he filled you to bursting, the tears streaming down your face as his tongue violated your pussy. Shigaraki pulls his tongue with a lip-smacking wet slurp. You shuddered in relief, terrified this titan would split you in two and swallow you whole.

"My honey," he trills. He tips his hand, dropping you. You claw at the air in terror when you land softly in the nest. He descends on you, shrinking to his normal size. His muscled form is now pushing down against you, trapping you beneath him. At the moment, it feels like the world stands still. Violently spreading your legs and clamping his mouth over your cunt. His broad hands suddenly grab your legs, spreading them wide as his mouth clamps on your cunt, tongue flicks and glides against your core. No, he is bulkier, with more toned muscle.

He presses you down harshly. When he was at home, he was getting softer. His hair is much longer and pure white, cascading around you like a midnight embrace. You clutch at it and arch your back up into his mouth. You claw at it, pulling him closer to your body as your spine arches in pleasure. You can feel the intensity of his lust, more vigorous and more demanding than you've ever known. You feel a tiny spark of fear, laced with delight, as you recognize the wild part of Shigaraki in these moments. He is a giant of strength and power, with toned muscles.

His wings, midnight black with a pattern of deadly white like polished skull, flutter and vibrate at your core. He was getting softer at home. At this moment, he was feral, instinctive. This is Shigaraki's primal side, a side your sisters told you to accept. And you do, gladly. You laughed to yourself. They don't know this is one of your favorite parts of Shigaraki. You envelop him, fingers entwined in his hair, back arched, and present to him. You revel in this opportunity to be with him again in this way. In a moment of splendor, this is definitely one of your favorite parts of Shigaraki.

"Shiggggy," you whined.

"Don't resist me," he hissed. He grabs your hips, stabilizing his body as he slams into you, his rageful lust unleashed. His claws dig into your skin, bruising your tender flesh. He ravishes you, and each thrust is more demanding and more intense than the last. His teeth nip down your body as if offering an eternal reminder of your shared pleasure. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he thrusts deeper inside you. His tongue follows the path of his teeth, licking away the salty tears spilling down your cheeks.

He ravishes you, his passion and rageful lust combining in a moment of intense pleasure. His moans echo in your ears, urging you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. His teeth sink into your shoulder, intensifying the sensations coursing through your body, his wings flapping and vibrating. They have darkened to almost entirely black and ragged. He craves you, his fervent hunger and escalating lust melding together in a vortex of explosive rapture as he plunges himself inside you. His lusty roars reverberate in your mind, compelling you ever nearer to the apex of bliss. You grip his back, your fingernails scratching him as you climb higher.

In one final thrust, his knot expands as your walls pulse on him. You both collapse in a sweaty heap. Your bodies are still trembling from the intensity of the moment. He wraps his strong arms around you and drags you close to him, his warm breath fanning over your shoulder. You can't help but feel grateful for this moment as you bask in the afterglow of his raging lust. Shigaraki licked and purred.

"I wanted to ask you about our grubs and about Darvish. Yoon is dead, and Yoosung needs a family, and my sis-" you started when he growled.

"Grub will be thrown to the pits like all foundlings. It is how I was raised," he chittered. You narrowed your eyes at him, rage bubbling inside. That is not what you wanted to hear. He appears not to care at all now that he's humped you and was about to tell him so when he roughly pulled from you—waking you up. You wake up gasping, remembering the last thing you saw was Shigaraki talking to a visage of Master.

Darvish stood in the doorway with his arms full of packages. You gasped and clutched at the blanket over your nude form. You are still adjusting to everything you saw and experienced, something you immediately regretted because you didn't think. Mothmen love submission. He dropped the bags as his jaw went slack, and began drooling. Kicking the door closed, he was on you, looming and panting. Drool pooling on your belly. His eyes seemed ablaze with hunger, black and cold like an unfeeling predator. You knew you were in trouble now, and that predator was ready to devour you; you had seen the same look moments ago. You stiffen and clamp your legs shut. You know it will never be enough to stop a beast, but you hope you can use Maude's teachings.

"You are a man of your word. You won't force me?" You asked him with dangerous caution. He stared at you before slamming his head next to yours in the bed. Violently jerking off and endlessly spurting cum.

"Yes! Yes! Teasing wicked goddess! Tell me what you want?" he pants. A large throbbing cock in his hand. You see and crave it, and he instantly responds with a dangerous stiffening of his body.

"I want to live a happy life with my family. I want Shigaraki," You don't bother to mince words. You don't wish for the impossible, and it shouldn't be twisted into a curse. He looks at you intently as he bucks his hips before he answers.

"I can smell you are wet and drenched with need. Let me drink you up and place me in your harem. I will tell you how to keep the little grub," He panted. You froze, wondering how he knew, "You mentioned how the grub would be orphaned. The grub you fed from your chest when we met. I assumed from the sound of it you wanted the grub."

Your gaze hardens as you look into his eyes. He is eerily aware of your thoughts, almost as if he can read your mind. Yet all you can see in his eyes is the tragedy of the family you lost. Your chest constricts as you remember the pain and the injustice that was served in your war, and as you think of Yoosung, your heart aches more. His entire family died for you. The least you can do in his honor is hold Yoosung to your beast with adoration and offer your devotion with the utmost respect.

"You are already in my harem according to you," you seethed. He flapped his wings triumphantly in a passionate display of seduction. His sly smirk betrayed his impish confidence in having already ensnared his prey in his clutches. 

"After spending time with you, I have begun to unravel a pattern in Shigaraki's behavior. He makes promises yet finds a way to break them. As he remains steeped in the old traditions, I doubt he will ever accept a male, let alone a foundling, into your nest. I offer a different solution. Make an unbreakable pledge with me, and I will help you keep the grub," he offered. He caresses your legs and rumbles with desire. You bite your lip and consider your options, remembering Maude's teachings very well.

Shigaraki  felt the darkness fading as bursts of light clouded his vision. Cracking his eyes wearily, he felt the sensation of sinking, and then suddenly, he was swept out of the tank, baby daughter still nestled in his arms. He felt a searing pain in his chest, and something warm and wet pulled around him and forced him to his knees with a harsh smack. He was surrounded by screams, a hissy wail, alarms, and a blinding light that hurt his eyes. A sense of dread and danger that hung in the air. He strained to recall why he was here and what had brought him here. He heard the Doctor's voice from somewhere nearby, calling out urgently, "No! They are not ready!"

"Your life ends here, bunny bitch of the Order. He has a baby in his arms!" Shigaraki could hear Adam scream. "No regrets," She gargles her last breath.  

He felt hands on his shoulders, lifting him and then flipping him on his back in a pool of water and broken glass. They are not breathing. His daughter had stopped wailing, and his lungs were not working. A bolt of lightning surged through his body, and he barely managed not to hurt his grub. Shigaraki gasped for breath as he felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins as the cold water surrounded his body. He was cold. His daughter had to be cold. He felt hands trying to take her from him. He thrust himself upright with a sudden burst of strength, swiping at what was trying to take his grub from him. He sensed a splash of hot liquid and the scent of iron. She is shivering; he removed the cloak from the person he killed. Turning the remains to dust and cradling his daughter to him when Adam runs over.

"Are you alright? Is the baby ok?" He panted. Shigaraki checks to see her mewling, four little fists gripping at him as she roots for a nipple. Adam helps him up with a grunt and shouts, "They have the Doctor, but more are still coming, Kurogiri; make a portal back to the safe house with the kids!"

Shigaraki can stand on his feet, pulls his shirt off, bundles his grub up, and hands her over to Adam. She chirped for her father and then wailed almost like a human baby, which made Shigaraki internally cringe.

"Take care of her. I will get the Doctor and my mate back. I feel as if I could destroy the whole world right now," Shigaraki growled. Adam wanted to argue, but he saw Shigaraki's resolve and turned to go through Kurogiri's portal.

"I have the Azure rose and most important things the Doctor wanted to keep. Give us five minutes to pull back our troops for you, and then don't hold back. We'll send reinforcements after," Adam shouted over his shoulder. With a chittering of his teeth and a flap of his wings, he orders Kurogiri to join Adam. Adam was the best asset of your clan aside from yourself thus far.

Shigaraki clenched his jaw, closing his eyes and muttering a silent prayer for his mate and grubs. He had counted off a thousand in his head, yet the Master's voice still lingered, jabbering in the back of his head, trying to break his resolve and order him to get something. But Shigaraki determinedly continued his countdown, his anticipation growing with each number. He knew the enemy was fast approaching, and he couldn't risk wavering now. He had to contain his he's about unleashed, a strength that could topple the world. He had to keep the destructive power hidden and precise until the last possible second.

Shigaraki was enormous and terrible to behold, his cold crimson eyes blazed with a perverse and vicious intelligence, and its sharp claws dug eagerly into the earth that it trod upon. His black wings spread wide and shimmering in the cave's dim light. He looked like an ethereal harbinger of death. This lab was hidden away from the hive in the black forest, a part of the land where the earth seeped black blood that quickly caught fire. His people should be fine.

The ground shook and rattled as he leaned down and touched the ground, and the terrain began to buckle and splinter beneath his feet. The trees withered and shrank back, giving way to a spreading black stain of decay that stretched out like a stain on a canvas. The beat of destruction sank in deeper, its magical aura seeping into the soil, its putrid dust filling the air.

Beneath the powerful monstrosity that is Shigaraki, the land twisted and writhed as his quirk consumed it. The land seemed to melt away, turning to tarry black goo that bubbled and crackled with sizzling heat. Trees melted into the boggy mire that rose around the creature, and the air filled with a strange, grating sound of destruction.

Shigaraki's dark aura began to spread slowly, energy seeping ever outward. Everywhere it touched, the land became desiccated and grey, lifeless and barren, small creatures withering and dying in its wake, blowing in the wind like ash. Its force was so powerful that rocks and boulders were demolished in mere moments. He had so many different quirks now and endless mana since he moved the lines in their favor.

It was time to go after the brats he knew stole his mate. He bellowed a deafening roar as the ground came to rest. Unable to fly yet, dark tentacles burst from his body, crushing everything in his path. Before long, he was traveling towards Deku, that brat that had taken his mate and carried the thing Master wanted the most, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake.

His eyes, glowing with fire and rage in the eternal night, glared down at the group of heroes beneath him. The heroes, a motley crew of warriors and mages, knew they had no choice but to face Shigaraki head-on, and so they drew their weapons, readying for battle.

Shigaraki smashed into the ground amidst an eruption of dust and rocks, its shockwave tearing through the heroes. A few of them managed to dodge out of the way, but the others were thrown into the air, tumbling and screaming. One of the heroes, a warrior of legendary skill, dove into action and was the first to attack. Endeavor's sword was drawn, and his courage steeled, so he leaped forward and brought it down with a powerful slash. Shigaraki barely noticed his attack and retaliated with a fierce swipe of his claws. Shigaraki was falling to the ground, his decay not working. He knew this could only be the work of one Knight.  

The warrior raised his shield in time to block the blow, but the force of it was still significant enough to send him flying back. He landed several feet away, beaten and bruised but still alive. Meanwhile, the mages had prepared their spells. Magic pyre of fire raced through the air and slammed into Shigaraki, their bright colors casting a strange glow over the battlefield, setting the fields ablaze. Shigaraki was unfazed, however, and with a beat of his wings, he put out the flames on him and headed for Easer's head.

The heroes cringed in fear as the fire licked at their feet. They scrambled out of the way as the blazing inferno spread further and further, searing and burning everything in its path. The warrior, however, was not deterred. Endeavor stood his ground and activated his special ability, radiating a glowing aura that protected him from the heat. He used another fiery move. Taking advantage of his distraction, he readied his mace and marched forward. The heat dried out Shigaraki's wings, and he took to the air.

The sky was lit with rage, boiling with the fury of a battle about to commence. The flame knight, Endeavor, clad in armor that glowed like a furnace, braced himself against the blows coming his way. Shigaraki, dark magic pulsing around him that he could not use, hovered menacingly in the air, crimson eyes fixated on his adversary beneath.

Suddenly, Shigaraki rushed forward at breakneck speeds, talon-like claws ready to rend the flesh from the Endeavors' body. The Knight instantly retaliated, sending a wave of raw flame towards his attacker. The magical fire engulfed the monster in a blaze of heat, its scorching intensity threatening to consume his wings. He just needed to outlast this pain and maim Easerhead so he could heal and kill all the Knights. He wants to destroy them all, to the bone, to their souls.

Shigaraki was not to be outdone, and it retaliated in kind, pounding Endeavor full force with his new body. The Knight was thrown backward, grunting in pain as the force of his blows buffeted him. The monster continued to assail him with wave after wave of strength he did not know Shigaraki had.

The Knight mustered his strength and attempted to fight back, pounding his fists into the monster's chest with all his might. But it was futile as Shigaraki simply shrugged off the blows and retaliated with a flurry of its own powerful jabs, claws racking over the most tender of vulnerable chinks in his armor. In mere moments, the Knight was beaten to his knees.

Finally, the Shigaraki's victory was complete. The Knight lay on the ground, defeated, his armor scorched and beaten beyond recognition. The Shigaraki surveyed his handiwork with a satisfied smirk, victorious after an epic and brutal fight. He placed his foot dead center and raised his arm as Endeavor did in his victories.

Shigaraki turns his attention to Eraser's head. The Knight's scream of horror filled his heart with joy, ignoring everyone's attempt to stop them. Everyone was fearful of the sheer power of Shigaraki and his quirk. He had clawed Eraser Head mercilessly, leaving deep and bloody gashes on his face. The slash of his claws had rung out like thunder, screaming for justice. Deku ran in, determined to save his teacher. With each step, the ground trembled as if the earth was in anguish too. He struck Shigaraki with an immense force, so powerful it severed his jaw from his face. 

Blood splattered across the landscape, cascading in every direction. Shigaraki staggered back, clutching at the deep and deadly wound.

The pain was almost unbearable, but he refused to be broken. He refused to be defeated. The battle was far from over. Eraser Head had been saved, but his quirk had been removed, and Easer Head was no longer a factor. Now, it was time for Shigaraki to heal and regain his strength. He was determined to finish this fight, and finish it he would. He tried to touch the ground again, only to have the green Knight interfere again.

Lifting his prey in the air with black rope magic. Shigaraki's resolve to persevere was strong, and the Green Knight Deku could sense it. Delving into the depths of his power, Deku pulled the two of them into the air, giving Shigaraki no purchase as the teenager pummeled him, bloody and broken. The Green Knight pounded Shigaraki with every ounce of strength he had, not relenting until his enemy's body was covered in blood and broken in multiple places. Despite his crushing damages, Shigaraki refused to die without achieving his dream, not before tasting his own success and seeing more of that beautiful landscape of the knights driven before him.

Shigaraki firmly grasped for one final moment and reached his clawed hands out to catch him. Suddenly, they were both transported to a different world, confronting the Green Knight and his Master. Shigaraki's dream was finally on the verge of being realized, and he had never given up the battle to fulfill his ambition. He hated this place. Master started to try to eat him, something he was not surprised over, but it still hurt.

Right now, Master was monologuing and still trying to become one. Master points to Nana, his grandmother on the other side, and he becomes enraged. He separated his wild side to talk to Deku, who was staring at him with utter rage and purest pity, not saying anything useful and disgusting to Shigaraki further.

"I'll never forgive you for all the lives you took," Deku says.

"Forgive me? I will never forgive anyone. The Order is a rotting corpse filled with lying maggots. They came to the East and slaughtered us. We're only convenient pawns or monsters to your kind. I will show your kind a real monster," Shigaraki hissed.

"The damage you are causing now has nothing to do with what those people did to you," Deku reasoned.

"Then you're an idiot. If you vowed yourself to the Order, you share your people's accountability. My mate told me fear is the parent of cruelty, she read it to me once from a human book, and the Order breeds nothing but fear of night creatures. Do you know why my humans fight so hard? Because I make them happy. My mate was forced to eat her kin to survive. I don't have time to argue. Tell me. Do you have my mate?" Shigaraki spat with seething hate. His primal side was dominating both his reason and Master's ghostly presence. It demanded his mate and blocked out all other desires.

"Don't answer him," one of the other humans said. Shigaraki stares closely and remembers what was told to him about Master's history and is starting to understand. How pathetic and low, Master, he thought. Deku wavered, and he took advantage of it.

"The day my mate came to me, I had only killed humans invading my territory. I am only keeping your kind from killing my kind and family. I have known nothing but to protect my people and those I love. I know the truth of how my kind has been wronged, for you have robbed my family and kingdom of the right to a safe home. You stole our night, and you stole a part of my heart and soul. It's not impossible, Deku. I, and my kind, have seen enough to challenge your lies. You will never steal from us again," he reasoned.

"That's a lie," Deku said low. Shigaraki smiled, a malicious glint in his eye because it was a lie.

"It doesn't matter. Everything will die, or I will get my mate back. I am a monster, that's the difference, and it doesn't matter if you understand," Shigaraki said, turning to his primal side.

He attempted to reason with the horrid brats of the Order. He thinks you would have been proud of him, but he will have to let his beast come out. It is the only way to keep his sanity. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes, ready to let his instincts take over. That was a part of him of his true self he didn't like you to see. Tenko and he both want you and this. It wasn't just a part of his rage. It was the part that healed and tried to impale Deku that consciousness came back. He would take the power and search for you.

The screams are a crescendo. The tears, the smell of the triumph, the taste of blood and decay in the air is tantalizing. He wants to kill, rut, and eat. The green Knight's rage and tears were sweet when he reached out again. This time when he reaches out, and skewers his lover, Baku, he thinks. He trampled his mentor and got bored. Where was his mate? He would have touched the ground again and killed them all.

But they seemed too sad and broken. Not toys worth his time anymore. Master screamed, but his voice was small compared to the roar of his instincts. He sniffed the air and found the male that was like you but not you. It screamed a lot too. He smelled liked you but was like the witch, Maude, a false mate. He is still family and the caretaker of the little ones. Shigaraki takes him from the battlefield, and this one will guide him to his grubs. Shigaraki didn't even need Adam to say anything. He could read his body language like a book, just like his mate.

"I said put me down, fuck face! You are scaring the kids. What the fuck is wrong with him?" Adam asked Zenru.

"Seems he has gone feral. Things must have been bad," Zenru replied.

"Hey! Hey! You didn't get the Doctor back? Holy fuck. I hate everything. Listen up,  Shigggy ," Adam sneered, his voice cutting through. Shigaraki was more annoyed when Adam used the nickname only you are allowed to use. He tried to ignore it, but it was insistent, like you. Yapping when he wanted to rut but telling an interesting story.

"We killed many insurgents from the other hives, Maude was good bait, and I'm happy to say we did it without mercy. Some Order members showed up. Happy to report we killed them as well," Adam said. Adam is holding a grub. A new one, and he didn't like its smell.

"What is that?" Shigaraki hisses. 

"This is just an orphan. What's another mouth to feed? Disregard it. We have other things to discuss," Adam said, shielding the false grub from a false mate. It is not like his own. His own were special and smelled purely of you. This thing smelled like the thing he hated. Therefore, it must be destroyed. Shigaraki reached out to end it when Zenru and Dabi stepped in front. Allies get what they want. 

Shigaraki stops and focuses on finding his grubs. He will get a more pure scent from them and search for you. Everything will be corrected when his mate is rutted and in the nest. For a brief moment, he had reminded him why he had grubs to begin with. He needed to keep them safe to keep you close to him. He found them bundled in a nest and began to coo and keen to them.

"Is he even Shigaraki anymore?" He could hear Spinner ask.

"Yes. If you had a feral side and let it rule you, you are still you, but following your nature. Think of it like that," Zenru instructed.

"Where's the guy that smells like me?" Dabi asked Shigaraki. 'Back there,' he signaled with the flick of his wings and antennae to Dabi, much to Lyra's wailing. Dabi shoved her away, much to his delight. Dabi doesn't look well. He thinks, somewhere far away. It was amongst the same voices as Master. In the back of his head, a smaller, less capable version of himself was screaming Dabi shouldn't go. Dabi's wings are almost gone. Dabi's white bandages fluttered in the wind as he used his feet to fly away like his father. The voice in his head got louder, and he ignored it. He needed his mate in the nest.

"Don't tell me what to do," he snarled when Shigaraki told him something was wrong. He closed his eyes and drifted above the sky without moving, looking for his mate. Kurogiri was consoling a wailing Lyra, and Adam had taken the false grub away. Spinners' vibrations were acceptable.

"The aberrant hive to the North is in a free for all after the Overhaul took over," Spinner said.  So ,  What does he care?  He thought, still letting himself drift higher. It was no use. You are too far for him to catch a scent, and suddenly he is exhausted. He will destroy everything between him and you. It was that simple, touching who first is what matters. He was going to let his connection find you.

"Are you listening, you fucking twit!" Adam snarled. Adam was annoying him. He annoyed him so much that he turned on Adam and snapped while the others cringed away. Adam was like you. Surprising. "Don't snarl at me, you fucking shit bag with wings! Fuck this. You hold this. Zenru, help me!"  

Searing pain. Then he was engulfed in the scent of grubs. He cooed and keened to them. If one wailed too much, he would fetch his mate. Adam turned to Zenru, letting Shigaraki snarl and scream in agony with the grubs.

"Is that safe? His flesh is rippling, and he sounds distant even for a creature like him, you know, not emotionally present?" Adam asked.

Zenru nodded like you have shown him, "As long as they are not wailing for food, he will nest with them. Look, he is already forming a cocoon. That's silk to protect him and the grubs."

"That rabbit bitch let him out before he was fully developed. We keep the grubs taken care of and let him bake longer. I will help Lyra since I don't trust an order bitch alone. Spinner, you take care of Maude and Giran. Zenru, you keep doing your thing.

"My thing of controlling the Generals and running a war?" Zenru snorted.

"Yeah, that thing. Will the kids be safe around him?" Adam asked, pointing to Shigaraki

"He seemed to have a deep connection to them even when he denied it," Zenru fluttered unsurely, wanting to return to battle but seeing Adam as his best line to the human fighters. Adam seemed to consider the options and grabbed Mabel and John aside.

"You must be a big girl and care for the younglings. Uncle Kurogiri and the Nest sisters will help. John, you be a man and take care of your sisters," Adam instructed. His sisters sniffled. Shigaraki reached out and pulled them in under his wings, cooing and keening to them in the nest. These are all his little grubs, nuzzling the girls with the babies. That was all Adam needed for reassurance. At the same time, Paul was helping with Yoosung and the other one he had yet to name.

"I still hate him," John growled under his breath. Adam gave him a hard look, and John gave it right back. Your family is not much for conversation, but the message from Adam was clear.  Good. Hate him. That way, it's easier to protect what really matters. What you really love.  It was unspoken and true, at least for Adam, who Maude and Abraham raised. He hefted his pickaxe and followed after Lyra. That dumb bitch was the key to Kurogiri and, in Adam's mind, one of the most valuable members of the army. He stopped briefly by the light touches of the nest sisters .  Adam sighed, returned, and pressed kisses with his fingers to all the little ones, including Yoosung and the unnamed grubs. God damn, you are an exhausting little sister. I always have to chase after you and find where you're hiding,  Adam thought, remembering how you and Mom smiled the same. You always tried to get out of trouble with that smile. It steeled Adam to fetch the people who could help him the most. 

"You're lucky I love you," he mumbled to himself.

"How do I do this again?" You ask Darvish.

"We keep the promise in our hearts, and I will bite your pinky. Depending on the severity of breaking your pinky promise, the nail will turn black, and a vine will travel up your arm and kill you," Darvish chirped. Your hand trembles as you slowly extend the succulent digit toward him.

His strong, firm grasp wraps around your hand, and then, with a startling crunch, he sinks his teeth into the flesh. You jump as a slight sting radiates from where his teeth are connected, yet a silent intimacy resonates between the two of you as the magic flows and burns your eye. You cup it while Darvish lustfully sucks on your finger until you yank it from his greedy mouth. He trills you and holds you close.

"As if I had a lot of options," you huff. You desperately needed Darvish because you had seen what others might do to you if you were alone or discovered. At least he keeps his word and doesn't force you to mate. You were staring at the wound and the blue nail. All of this had felt familiar, and you are now noticing. You are not strong enough to travel back to the hive during a war alone. You didn't even make it to the capital the first time when Yoon snatched you up and threatened to drop you from the air. "We need a mule or something."

Darvish hissed in displeasure and twitched in refusal.

"You are supposed to deliver me to my mate," you growled at him. You were attempting to keep your voice down. Screams echoed in your ears from earlier, sending chills down your spine. Your heart raced with fear and rage as you forced yourself to be as quiet as possible, desperately clinging to whatever shred of safety or hope you could find.

"That was a bargain I made with Shigaraki. It is null and voids the moment I fulfill my side of  our  agreement," he smirked.

"You bastard. I need to get home to my babies. I already feel an ache in my breast at the thought of being unable to feed them because your foul Doctor-," you are saying, raising your voice when he clamped a firm hand over your mouth.

"Saved your life," he sneered, cutting you off and letting you pace back and forth in your new clothes. They are baggy men's clothes, and they are not the worst. What was the worst is Darvish and your overwhelming desire to lash out and hurt him. You clasped your hand firmly over your eye as the other hand opened and closed into a fist. You cannot do that, so you try your best to remain calm, "Be mad little Moonbeam. As your mate, I am deciding to keep you safe until Shigaraki comes for you. Trying to travel during a war while being hunted is a terrible idea."

"And sitting here in enemy territory is your solution? You already ruined me physically. Now I am a prisoner until the war is over?" You questioned, boiling with rage. This time you did lash out, he caught you as you swung and clamped his other hand over your mouth, preventing any sound from escaping. His eyes were dark and dangerous as his gaze met yours. You tried to wriggle free, but he was too strong. He pinned you down, pulling your hands above your head.

"It's time you learned your place, dark goddess. How Shigaraki put up with your disobedience is beyond comprehension," he hissed, his eyes darkening even further as he used his bulk to press you down harder on the bed, "For the last time, I did not give orders to harm your sister or your guard. I am pleased you are ready to breed again, but not at the cost of your submission. I will seal our deal now. The way to keep the grub is simple. Make Yoon a consort of your harem."

That made you pause in your struggles. Darvish sat up, crimson flooding his face as he realized he was gripping your hand too hard, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to calm his frayed nerves. Desperation and rage coursed through his veins as he longed to rut with you, curbing the urge to stumble along an archaic path of beating a female in order to claim and tame her. Yet, the language of his political marriage still tasted of bile in his throat.

Forcing you to mate was forbidden. He should have taken you sooner. He ached to take you, to feel your supple body in his arms. But the idea gained him nothing in the long run. Darvish instead gently began to bandage your pinky, you were not docile, but you let him touch you, curiosity and passion burning in your eyes. A passion is born in the flame of your consuming desire to be a mother.

Like the goddess of night creatures, maybe the priest was right, and you are the real thing. You didn't flinch away when he examined your wrists, either. He took it as a sign of things to come, a path that allowed him to accept who he was and who you were. Together.

"I can do that even though Yoon is dead?" You asked sternly. He burst into laughter, a throaty hissy thing that made you jump in surprise. Shigaraki rarely laughed, and this caught you off guard.

"Even Shigaraki wouldn't dare to deny the Queen's rightful claim to a war hero. Show everyone a grand gesture of your admiration, and declare that you will erect a magnificent statue in his honor with his accolades. There will be no option for him but to allow you to inherit the grub as the official beneficiary," Darvish stated. His grin faded. He brought you to his lap, ashamed of himself. 

"I'm sorry, my goddess," he murmured scarce above a whisper. Closing his hands around yours, he squeezed gently. He had left a bruise on your delicate flesh, his voice broken. "I shouldn't have…" Torn, he looked away as he fought the urge to restrain you and Estrus. "But it doesn't change the fact that I still want you. Please clothe yourself in these foul-smelling male garments, and we will prepare to leave." He slipped you off his lap while he stared at the corner to give you privacy. You had already donned the clothes except for your cloak. Is he stupid, you wondered? No, Darvish did not come off as dumb to you. You had been clutching the cloak to you all this time, the last pillar of hope you had that was given to you by Yoon, yet it felt strange on your tattered skin. At least Darvis wasn't arguing about leaving anymore. 

Putting on the cloak as he snatched you up and rushed you through the streets, clutching it to you as the winds rushed past you, There were threats, screams, and pleas of mercy to god, and you ran past them all. Though you couldn't put your finger on it, something made you suspect Darvish was leading you astray in the darkness.

The aura of violence and chaos clung to every sound of the winds passing you as if you heard the desperate cries of those who had gone before you. So, on and on through the night, the dark, lost streets brought out a sense of dread in you. You felt like you were walking straight into the jaws of a monster.  

You had escaped the city, yet where were you heading? War was all around, yet your last hope had been to go forth and find a haven in your beloved hive with your Shiggy. Was there no place to find solace? Where was he taking you? Though you shouted your question two hundred times through gritted teeth, the only answer was the roar of the wind pushing you onward. You thought I was taking you out of the city and closer to your forest. As you perceived where you were headed, hesitation and wonder became unrestrained terror. You felt panic and bile rise in your gut.

You had never seen such a strange structure that jutted from the hillside. The strange estate nestled atop a hillside encased in glass that could only be seen by soaring through the skies, sending rumbles of awe tore through the vast expanse of land far greater than expected. Even the secret hive in your hometown didn't have a wall of glass like this. He set you down, and the city glimmered in the near distance, so vast and spread beyond Darvish's lands. With nervous steps, taking a deep, one dry mouth breath, and setting foot into the estate, you are determined to explore and uncover what secrets lay ahead.

"You keep taking me further and further from my mate and grubs," you growled as he let you explore. You glanced around the weathered home, noting how deceptively large it seemed from the outside. Though it had certainly seen better days, it was clear it had been well-loved and cared for. But the deep red smears caught your eye and made you seize up as you went back and pressed against Darvish's chest.

The sickening horror of seeing someone else's blood seep into the walls instantly choked the air from the room. You can smell it now, iron and coppery taste in the air. This was not a place you wanted to be. Despite this derailment of your plans, you still came out on top with the spell, at least you hoped, as you stared out at the vast space between you and Shiggy.

"Yes. Shigraki will carve a bloody path to you and help me regain my lands whether he wants to or not. The shadows looming overhead carry the secrets of these ancient lands and the cursed spells placed upon them. Even Mothmen and the Fey dare not step near, for the mysteries of this place are too vast to comprehend, but I am not any Mothman. You cannot see it if you do not know where it's at. A Necromancer once lived here. He departed, and I killed the beast that was slumbering here. I can feel the creatures lurking in the shadows, their hunger greater than mine for sustenance. Soon, my beloved goddess, we will have all the protection we need. It will be the safest for you here. I will start building a nest for us and hunting for food," Darvish announced, leaving you here.

Your mind raced as your heart fluttered, and a cold sweat decreased at your brow as you created a fire and searched for supplies to clean the blood and gore in the hallway. You were gingerly wading into the dark and wretched depths of the mysterious chamber. Sweat trickled aimlessly down your neck as your mission of cleaning started. Miracle of miracles, you had most of what you needed. All except the muster of courage to continue, but you needed water. You shuffled further into the darkness.

Your breath bated upon spotting a small inlet leading to a cave, and in awe-inspiring delight, the source of glinting light revealed a mysterious, bubbling spring! Trembling with anticipation, you gathered your provisions: a bucket and some old rags. Protecting yourself with flimsy breathing masks comprised of cloth, you ventured back.

Your hand dipped into the freezing water, fingers quickly going numb. It was far too cold for this season. You stared out into the abyss; the lands would soon start to die if you were not given back, worrying about the consequence of any potential negotiation refusal. It could mean your whole community's destruction if you couldn't make Shigaraki see reason. A shudder ran through your body, and you let out a sob. Your tears mixed with the bloody mess around you, the uncertainty and dread of what was to come, a heavy weight on your shoulders.

Lyra  was stunned into silence when Dabi coolly revealed his identity as the exiled prince of the firefly hive. His grim tale of suffering under the yoke of the tyrannical Order of the Light and his father left her heart heavy and broken. How could such wickedness exist? The amount and form of punishment that the Order allowed his father to perform were unforgivable.

Shoto only hinted at things since he was isolated the most and primarily raised in the Order of the Light. His heritage was not surprising to her, but she still felt naive and wavered. Her world had been shattered. The Order treated her well until they sent her into the field. She thought she had been welcomed into their ranks, only for them to cast her off into danger like a mere pawn.

"Take her back," Dabi laughed and ordered Adam as he set more ablaze. He had heard his family was here and was refusing to listen to her. Fear and uncertainty raged within her at the thought of Dabi's mission of destruction. Even with her beloved Shoto's brave attempts to mitigate the traumas to the rest of his family, he had endured in the Order's care, the memory of how harshly his own family had treated him lingered in her mind. Desperate to rouse Dabi back to reason, Lyra's last resort was to appeal to his humanity beneath his hatred and pain. But was it enough, or would they all succumb to their fate? She pondered silently, feeling hollowed out and helpless. She did something she was not used to and turned to Adam. She didn't need to say anything for him to know what she wanted. He rolled his eyes.

"What do I get?" Adam asked.  

"You get to keep a valuable ally," Lyra said. That would have worked on you but not on Adam, who blatantly laughed at her.

"Don't be stupid. I never liked you, but at least you weren't stupid," Adam said haughtily. Her bottom lip trembled as she thought about what she could give Adam. Adam watched as she cried and then watched the chaos ahead. Sighing, Adam hitched his pickaxe and held out his hand.

"Give me some sleeping powder and encase me in your best fireproof spell. Get Kurogiri ready to catch us. I can't stand a crying woman. You owe me, and you will pay me," Adam shouted. Adam marched across the battlefield, rage and sadness boiling in his veins. Dabi, swaying to the rhythm of his own music. Adam yelled, "I can relate to how this feels. I can understand the pain, the emptiness you feel. I know what it's like to want to crush your father's spirit. But if he lives while you're dead, they win." His last words reverberated through the thick air, a hint of despair behind every syllable. Dabi stood frozen in place, uncertain how to respond.

 Adam charged at Dabi, his eyes filled with determination and understanding. Dabi's gaze glowed with a wild intensity as blue flames licked around his body. Despite the apparent danger, Adam stayed firmly planted, fists clenched. He shouted out a warning to Dabi, his voice rising above the roar of the flames. Dabi sneered, drawing in a deep breath of air. But instead of backing away, Adam continued to move forward, his body like a juggernaut. With a burst of strength, he punched through the raging fire, landing an uppercut that knocked Dabi off his feet. The fire dissipated suddenly, plunging them into darkness.

Adam rushed towards Dabi and caught him before he hit the ground. He glared down at the unconscious fire user triumphantly. He had won despite the heat radiating from his scorched skin and the singed clothes clinging to his body. He breathed a silent sigh of relief, knowing that Lyra owed him. He felt a falling sensation and was suddenly in front of Shigaraki.

"Lyra, heal him," Shigaraki snarled, pointing to Dabi. In the other hand, he cradled a grub.

Adam could not help himself. He loved you. By extension, he loved Shigaraki, but in Adam's opinion, he rolled his eyes every time he thought about how Shigaraki was slow in realizing what you could do and how he treated you. He hated how you let Shigaraki get away with it too. The only blind spot was your family. It is why Adam and Shigaraki have gotten away with the obvious things. Things that the others definitely saw. That Abraham and Maude saw.

He wanted to kill Maude when she said, "You just want to fuck your sister. The only thing is, once you do, you can think you can treat her like all the other whores you bang. Family is not meant to be tossed aside like trash. I am telling you now. She is bigger than you or me. You see it," Maude had snided. "If you ruin it, Adam, If you ruin her, you will never be able to be with her in the afterlife." 

"You're too lenient on her. Someone will take advantage or kill her for this disobedience and lazy behavior," Abraham had said, beating him instead of you because he did not make you work. This sounded reasonable when he was younger. Maude was just lewd with her mind in the gutter, but when the thought was planted, he didn't balk at it. He didn't let it take root, either. His love for you was purer. He never regretted the beatings. Now that he is older, watching Shigaraki keep a grip on what has already slipped through his fingers, he begins to wonder,  would it not be better if I had sent you to a convent or become your husband before you became attached to this idiot?

"Give me that look again, Adam," Shigaraki growled, looking him straight in the eyes. Could he read minds? It was one of the few times Adam recoiled in front of Shigaraki, " Many have already tried what you're thinking, and they are dust in the wind. She is mine. Not yours," Shigaraki says in an astute moment that makes Adam shudder in fear, a new sensation for him. He listened to Shigaraki and grinned. Whatever dark magic was here, it hung in the air heavy like cinnamon sugar, and he loved it.

"Same!" Adam shouted, grinning from ear to ear. He headed out. He loved all of it. He would fuck some nest sisters to get this out of his system. Also, have them put out feelers on how to think outside the box to get you back. They want you back more than anyone. Apparently, they did not like Adam's attention, "I really can't stay, but I can't get enough! No worries, little brother. I think I found a place for you in my heart!"

"Huh?" Shigaraki asked. He wanted to strangle Adam. He had to remind himself that Adam was a part of the League and a member of the royal. Making him a prime game piece. He had to trust Adam like he always had. He is not basic. 

Shigaraki turned back to what was left of his people, "We need our Queen. I need my Queen. Find her," He Ordered. Shigaraki was only accepting the right plan. He rocked his little grub. It was not his place to name them. He needed you for that. He was already tired of calling them "they, them, it."

Shigaraki grins, watching Adam praise the Nest sisters for their effort. Shigaraki noted and did the same for his people, "I know you can do it." 

The sparkle in his pawn's eyes is reward enough for Shigaraki as he walks towards whatever comes next. His pale grub chirped, and Jan clutched to his wing. He looked down and smiled at her, hiding the girls under his wings. His best pieces, he thinks. He looks at his hand, and his instincts roars.

"What have you done?" He hisses to no one. The curses are gone, you will need to be punished for this when you are back in his arms. 

Chapter 27 coming soon

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☢️‼️W A R N I N G ‼️☢️

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GOLLY I DIDNT POST FOR ALMOST A MONTH- well i have more art for y’all to feed on 😌 ❤️

And these unfinished master pieces

And…this one 😔

[yanderenightmare]

i love your hybrid au sm! the way you characterise each animal to suit not only it’s species, but the characters itself is so creative and nothing short of genius! so it got me thinking, how would you imagine the bnha characters as mythical creatures and monsters ??? ( eg. vampires, wendigos, harpies, werewolves ) etc.

Katsuki, Tomura, Hawks, Deku, Shoto, Dabi

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Shigaraki Tomura Ghost

You’ve moved into his old room, and though you furnish it a bit differently than he did when he was still alive, you’ve placed the bed in the exact same spot. It’s been all dust and dead moths up until now, it almost feels like he’s alive again as he sleeps next to your warm body.

It’s only small things in the beginning. Underwear that goes missing, unexplainable handprints on the foggy shower doors, your duvet on the floor even though you’ve never been one to kick it off in your sleep.

You’ve never been one to believe in the paranormal either, but something convinces you to search up the history of the house. You find out a boy had murdered his entire family here—parents, grandparents, his sister—and that the boy himself was never found.

Obviously, you shut your laptop with a bang and try and will it away from your mind. It happened years and years ago—whoever that boy was, he was long since dead. But the more it starts sinking in that you’re not alone, the more your belief feeds him—makes him feel real again, as though you’re slowly bringing him back to life.

Sometimes, you spot him in the mirror of your vanity, but when you twist around, there’s no one there. But you feel him—the gust of cold breath giving you goosebumps, the weight of hands and a chest pressing against yours at night, and the brush of coarse fingertips touching you in places—places that have you moaning his dead name.

Bakugou Katsuki Demonic spirit

He enjoys large houses—preferably something with a bit of history. But every now and again, some moronic humans decide it’s time to wreck the old and build something new—which means he’s often on the move.

He doesn’t mind living alone in his new house until you move in. He’s a little mad at you at first—he thinks you’re one of those wreckers, what with your renovations and whatnot—but then he understands that you’re preserving, not destroying. Apparently, the Gothic manor is your ancestral home built by one of your great-grandparents seven generations back in the 18th century—seems you were the only descendant who felt it was worthwhile to keep. 

He wouldn’t normally stay when someone else moved in—he’d often use his demonic means and scare them on their way. But with you, he settles for dwelling in the shadows, in the many dark rooms you haven’t found a use for yet. But when night comes, and you turn off the lights and go to bed, he can't help but end up in your room—watching you sleep, oh-so-peacefully and blissfully unaware of his presence. But he won’t do anything to you even though he could, even though you make it so easy—he’s grateful to you, his little housemate.

Your bedroom becomes awfully hot at night—you can’t explain it. Nor can you explain why the wind howling through the house sounds more like the groaning breaths of a beast. All you know is that your bed feels heavier than it should if you were the only one in it—and that you don’t dare twist around to see what it is sleeping next to you because whatever it might be, you don’t think it’s human.

You know it isn’t human. It’s too big to be, and its hands are too warm and too rough—and its claws too sharp where they rake into your skin and tuck you close to a chest that feels as though engulfs you. You don’t think it has a heart, only a stomach—and it sounds hungry.

You read up on sleep paralysis demons, and it brings you peace of mind, but only until night comes and you go to bed in wait. It’s the first time he talks to you. His laugh is like rusted clockwork, and his voice is like raked coals—hot and scratchy against your ear as he tells you how your human ways of rationalizing the things you don’t understand are cute and amusing.

Keigo Takami - Hawks Guardian Angel

Being a guardian angel has always been a fun hobby of his ever since the creation—he’s found it to be a nice break from all the other angelic duties he has bearing down his wings. Of course, it’s always sad when your human dies, but luckily, there’s always another one not far behind to steal your halo all over again.

You’re his most recent. He watches over you any minute he can spare, chuckling over all your silly human antics. And though he’s had plenty of humans before you in the long history of man and God, he can’t help but confess you’re his favorite so far. You’re just so cute with your big, adorable eyes and pretty smile.

He begins taking greater pride in his responsibility of being your guardian. He used to see it as but a menial little task he could take to when feeling up for a laugh, but something about you makes him want to watch over you every single second of every day.

And so he does—he has the feathers to spare, especially for something so important. But soon, simply watching over you doesn’t feel like enough anymore.

He knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—so much so he’s afraid he��ll be cast out if anyone were to find out. It’s not right for angels to feel amorous for humans—most would call it deviant and demonic. But he can’t help himself—watching you in your vulnerable state while you undress, bathe, and sleep.

Still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Maybe he’ll come to visit you one of these days.

Midoriya Izuku - Deku Hybrid between fae and troll

He protects the forest and nurses all sick and wounded animals back to health, writing down the condition of trees and brushes in his notebook as he wanders for hours until he falls asleep in a moss bed beneath the stars. And though he knows his responsibility is purely to the forest, he can’t help but feel inclined to keep an eye on the little human who lives just beyond it. You’re just so cute with the way you walk the forest and sing songs you think no one hears—wearing your human clothing and living in your human abode behind walls and a door. He just finds it absolutely fascinating. 

Sometimes, you feel like there’s something following you when you walk about the forest next to your house. You’ll turn around to see a cluster of rocks and greenery you could have sworn weren’t there when you walked by—you look away before allowing yourself to think the pile looks an awfully lot similar to a larger human’s huddled form. But sometimes you hear it—the sound of stone scraping methodically, as though walking. You don’t humor the thought until you start finding his footprints outside your house, on the path to the forest—feet thrice the size of your own and sunken as though made by something very heavy.

Your legs go out from beneath you once you first see him—not like those times you’d turned around only for him to pretend to be part of the earth—this time, he’s pretending to be more like you, and it only makes it all that much worse. He’s bigger than a bear, grey-skinned with flecks that remind you of freckles and hair like fresh moss sprouts. His eyes are as green as the fox-fire fungi when night falls—glowing with nocturnal light. When you try to run, he follows suit, making the ground shake so bad it knocks you over. 

He carries you into the mountain where he lives and keeps you there from then on. After all, the part of him that’s fae has considered you his pet from the moment you took a bite of your first forest fruit. It was his gift to you whether you knew it or not, and now you’ll belong to him forever.

Todoroki Shoto Vampire

It’s an awfully boring world. Not much to do when you feel you’ve done it all twice over. The taste of blood has become stale no matter how many different types he drowns himself in at night. Sometimes, he humors the thought of setting his manor ablaze if only to watch the fire roar until the sun rears the top of the roof and finally puts him to eternal rest. But he’s been thinking about it for two or more centuries already, and he’s beginning to doubt his nerve.

Dead things can’t make vows, so he must go on as he decided to when he was still alive—that’s the curse—only another person can break it.

You seem doable enough when you stride into his manor with your little sharpened sticks and silver daggers. It’s been a while since a hunter has graced his presence. The scent of holy water makes him lick his fangs, and the nearly irresistible urge to drink you dry almost has him pouncing on you—but he knows it would be but a fleeting high unworth it in the end when he’d have to live another millennium without the warmth of the sun or another soul.

He drops down before you with grace. You have the tip of your silver dagger pointed up under his chin in the same second but get stunted by his pale porcelain face, showing no signs of aggression and rather riddled with a bleak sort of melancholy you’re not used to seeing on the godless creatures.

He simply stands there, straight-spined and high-headed, with his hands folded behind his back as though showing you respect—and then, unprompted and to your great surprise, asks if you would please make it quick and put him out of his misery.

Todoroki Touya - Dabi Hyrbid between incubi and vampire

He preys in nightclubs on those who have that mischievous glint in their eyes in dire hope their lust can match his. Every day, it’s a dozen new—he can never seem to find the right one—always starving and never sated no matter how much he gorges himself, always thirsting, always dying for more. 

Until you.

You’re but a dainty wallflower who doesn’t want to be there, but you have this scent about you—garden-fresh, like something he’s never smelled before, and his tongue yearns for a taste. He knows what it is once he gets closer to you—the opposite of sin of all things, it’s innocence, and oh, how he craves to devour it whole.

His silver tongue has had so much practice that using it on your gullible ears makes him all but drool, asking you if you’d like some fresh air. You nod your head, big eyes looking at him as though he were some sort of saint for offering. He laps it up—it’s all he can do to pace himself. But when he has you alone, it’s all over for you.

He’s going to corrupt every last piece of you until that once peachy keen taste of innocence has become an ever sweeter taste of syrupy sin. He’s going to make you exactly like him—and your tall fall from grace will leave you blasphemous and beautiful.

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Fandoms: [Anime: Baki, Hakuouki, Inuyasha, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Mayoiga, Monster, Naruto, Shaman King, Yu Yu Hakusho]; [Manga/Webcomics: Killing Stalking, Crows/Worst (Takahashi Hiroshi), Suicide Boy, JTHM]; [Games: Hogwarts Legacy (or Harry Potter), Obey me!, Legend of Zelda: BotW + TotK, Silent Hill, Call of Duty, Baldur’s Gate 3]; [Misc: Alien (& Predator), Horror Movies, Creepypasta, Star Trek: TOS]

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Boku no Hero Academia:

BNHA Headcanons: Midoriya Izuku as a loving boyfriend

BNHA Characters x Artist! Reader

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Hakuouki:

[WIP Request] Yandere! Hakuoki x Reader (Demon Trio)

Inuyasha:

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons

Inuyasha/Sesshomaru x Butterfly Demon! Reader Headcanons: First meeting

Inuyasha x Reader Headcanons (lime)

Monster:

[WIP Request] Johan Liebert x Reader

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure:

JJBA Headcanons: Pillar Woman! Reader

Naruto (Shippuden):

Yandere! Akatsuki Headcanons: Halloween with their Darling

Kakuzu Fanart (I)

Kakuzu Fanart (II)

Kakuzu Fanart (III)

[Wattpad] Yandere! Akatsuki x Reader Book (ongoing)

Obey Me!

Yandere! Solomon x Reader

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WORST Characters x Reader

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Video Games:

[Hogwarts Legacy] Yandere! Sebastian Sallow x Reader

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[Baldur’s Gate 3] Bhaal Headcanons

[Baldur's Gate 3] Monster Headcanons

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Ochako and Toga had undoubtedly the best bnha final arc. Perfect resolution for their relationship, amazing character development for Ochako and backstory treatment for Toga...

Toga made Ochako go above and beyond, true, but that's because Ochako was willing to do that for her. They are such an essential part of each other in the good sense— it happened between fights, true, but the results came with not from the hits, but from the words exchanged.

It started as two girls who have a crush on the same boy and ended up with two teenage women who recognized each other as people beyond the hero and villain status. Ochako recognized Toga's agency, respected it and chose to trust her with it and in return, Toga paid in full and saved Ochako's life with her own blood.

Ochako is really one of the only characters that discarded the hero and villain ideals and dared to care for them as humans. Deku is not an almighty god, he needs help. Toga is not a terrible monster, she needs help. Etc.

Hell, Ochako verbally recognized the importance of the League of Villains to Toga, recognizing that they loved her and she loved them. She granted the same sense to them that she granted Toga, the knowledge that they weren't monsters. She didn't care solely to stop them or save them or defeat them— she hoped to save Toga, to make Toga stop because she didn't want to continue, to dissolve the reason to fight altogether.

Ochako went straight to the root of the problem.

And for Toga, I find amazing the fact that she just disappeared after the resolution. She won in some sense because she got to live like she wanted! She was seen, she was loved, she was known!! She is the only winner out of the League of Villains and that's thanks to Ochako.

Is she dead? Is she alive? We don't know because Toga is no longer a villain and she is free from the narrative itself. She haunts Ochako, but she's free to live and be common now. A normal girl.

I love those girls very very much and I'm sooooo happy that they got the best bnha ending out of them all.

[rowrory]

FAVORITES

Want fics that don't just revolve around smut? Read these!

Fandoms include: jjk, bnha, haikyuu, aot, marvel, tvd

GOJO SATORU

Intrinsic Warmth — thatdesklamp (ao3)

Summary: “So stay with me. Forever.”

You make a weak stab at a joke. “For Infinity, you mean?”

“Yeah.” Satoru turns to look at you and your heart jumps at the clear expression on his face. There’s not a hint of humour: for once, he’s fully and completely serious. “For the rest of my life, and for all the lives after.”

-

You meet Satoru on 7th September, 1996.

Some time later, you realise you love him.

Notes: HOLY FUCK I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!?!?!??! THE ANGST?!?!? THE PINING?!?!?!? I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!!!!!!!! THE AUTHOR WASN'T FUCKING AROUND WHEN SHE WROTE THIS!!!

gods, monsters, monkeys — yuzudrops (ao3)

Summary: A grossly under-qualified graduate of Jujutsu High is hired to teach a class of Special Grades. They learn there is more to strength than power. It doesn't end well.

Notes: chefs kisses, literally one of THE best gojo fics out there

Keep a Place For Me — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: A quiet story that takes place a little before Gojo Satoru was born to be the greatest shaman of this era, his youth, triumphs, losses, and his inherent rise to a place unknown by anyone else.

And the one person who bore witness to it all.

Notes: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS YET, YOU ARE SERIOUSLY MISSING OUT

take me down (to the depths of your depravity) — Innka (ao3)

Summary: The story starts with you standing in the pouring rain. All you remember are your orders.

Gojo Satoru. Look for the white hair and the baby blues.

"This will be easy," they said. "White hair and baby blues, eyes like the sky. Pull him in, fatten him up and send him to the devil. In and out, one and done."

"You can do this with your eyes closed," they said.

"This will be easy," they said.

They were wrong.

Notes: Read trigger warnings first

watermelon sugar why — Innka (ao3)

Summary: You had marched into his office, looking like your life was in his hands. You held out an excursion request. For a beach trip, of all things. By the time Gojo finished reading it, he had wanted to do exactly three things: sign the paper, laugh in your face, and bend you over on his desk to fuck you until you were screaming his name. 

Not necessarily in that order. 

Notes: this is a one shot but i live for pining satoru so

all that is solid melts into air — GrilledTandooriSmoke (ao3)

Summary: Curse user.

The words weigh heavy like lead on your tongue. Something that needs to be swished around before it's spat back out like the black gunk it is. Evil and vile jujutsu sorcerers who would dare turn on humanity in the never-ending war against curses.

And it just so happens you come from a family of them.

Alternatively: political machinations have you attending Jujutsu Tech at the same time as Gojo Satoru.

Notes: in love with this

among dawn flowers (the face of god) — unolvrs (ao3)

Summary: Your grandmother calls the young master of the Gojō Clan a boy-god, and you, his destined bride who will further the cause of the All-Seeing Eyes.

—or, you are raised to be Satoru’s bride and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. (Everything is.)

Notes: i love angst

the witches' brew — orphan_account (ao3)

Summary: You are the co-owner of a small café in a small, eccentric district in Tokyo that is notorious for bizarre murders and supernatural occurrences.

You think you’ve seen it all, but it turns out that nothing comes close to the man wearing a bad Kakashi cosplay who terrorizes you with his increasingly complicated and awful drink orders.

Notes: im devastated i didn't get to see who actually wrote this

5 + 1 — script_nef (orphan_account) (ao3)

Summary: 5 times Gojou had a date with you and 1 time you realised it was a date.

Alt title: Watch Gojou be really obvious about his crush but it goes completely over your head every time. Well, nearly every time.

Notes: kicked my feet a couple times while reading this

Ripverse — seoafin (ao3)

Summary: “You don't need to worry about anything like dying. I won't let anything happen to you," he says quietly, and it sounds like a promise.

You wait for the punchline. The part where he laughs it off as a joke, and then tells you to snap yourself out of it in a way you would’ve expected from him in the past. But he’s dead serious.

Notes: This is a series of one shots in the same univ with the same character, i just used the summary for the very first part

FUSHIGURO TOJI

(and your love is) standing next to me — shidouryusei (ao3)

Summary: “I wanna meet your son.”

You regret what you’ve said the second the words leave your lips.

“Why the hell do you wanna meet my kid?”

Notes: holy hell is this one of the best toji fics out there

BAKUGO KATSUKI

what heroes do — sugiwa (ao3)

Summary: Shouto didn't know much about his twin sister. She was an Edgeshot fan, had a raging collection of manga, and liked Natsuo the best.

She also wasn't supposed to be at U.A., but he sure as hell wasn't telling their father about it.

Notes: i am not kidding when i say that even tho this thing has almost 600k words (it's a monster!!), i have reread this so many times it's not even funny anymore

MIYA ATSUMU

WHITE NOISE — 1keshi (ao3)

Summary: you’ve always loved atsumu— that was the problem.

(alternatively, you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do?)

Notes: lovelovelove

You Found Me — Amy_Stark117 (ao3)

Summary: Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way.

You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class.

Life is really funny like that, isn't it?

Notes: 10/10

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

premonition of love — peacchy (ao3)

Summary: A day after the freak quick duo sneaks into Shiratorizawa campus grounds, Ushijima gets summoned by his school’s student disciplinary committee.

Rule breached?

Assisted Trespassing.

While he steps out of the office with more than just a case under his name, you (unknowingly) step into the affluent stratum of Miyagi’s controlled elite.

In a world of either-or’s, you’re caught in between.

And possibly something more.

Notes: yall listen before this, i was NOT an ushijima girlie. now, i am ;)) this ff also has a love triangle in it (ushijima x reader x sakusa) with alternative endings (though it's not completed yet)

Shoot the Ball — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: As captain of the dying Shiratorizawa Kyudo Club, you're sick and tired of the biased favoritism that goes to the showier sports. Especially the worst of them all—the boy's volleyball team.

You're determined to show the entire school how great archery is, get the funding your club deserves, and by the end of it all, make the entire school a fan of your archery.

You just didn't know you already had a fan from the start.

And he may or may not be captain of the one team on campus you have a personal vendetta against.

Notes: i love alkhale so much

LEVI ACKERMAN

1,000 Steps — BaddieCurlsXo (ao3)

Summary: You're being torn away to another world every new moon, unable to connect the dots or find any real meaning in your travels. That is, until one night you stumble upon a man with grey eyes and a green cape, who asks you, rather suspiciously, "what are you doing outside the walls?"

Notes: lovette

Death's Door — SongsOfApollo (ao3)

Summary: You spent years of your life under the guidance of Dr. Helfen, the greatest physician inside Wall Sina. Now a physician yourself, you work alongside him with pride: stitching up wounds, nursing the sick, and helping to save the lives of many. But after the Battle of Trost, rapid changes begin to take place, starting with an inquiry from none other than Commander Erwin Smith and Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.

You have heard many tales from surviving Survey Corps soldiers on what it’s like on the outside: to face a Titan, to feel overwhelming dread, to watch your fellow man perish in such an insulting, gruesome way. You’ve witnessed the effects of Titans on the people you’ve doctored. Now you are to experience the horror firsthand.

You are to join the Scout Regiment as their field surgeon, and you will do so under the direct command of Captain Levi.

Notes: one of my fav fics of levi

BUCKY BARNES

Vacant Mirrors — pilotisms (ao3)

Summary: Dr. Hart shares an office with Dr. Raynor.

You share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.

Notes: felt like crying even tho the ending wasn't angsty

Safe with me — bitsandbobsandstuff (ao3)

Summary: When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Notes: Holy freaking heck was this beautiful. The plot? Chefs kisses. The writing? Chefs kisses. Reader's personality? Chefs kisses. The romance between reader and bucky? CHEFS FUCKING KISSESSSSS.

In The Shadow Of Your Wings — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Margaret Stark is five years old when the Winter Soldier comes for her and her parents. But she survives the attack and is returned to her brother, though she's left broken and traumatised. She grows with a promise she made to herself on the night of the car crash. A mission.

This is the story of Maggie forging herself into her own hero, into something that no one expects: The Wyvern.

Notes: if you're a delulu marvel stan and haven't read anything by emmagnetised yet, are you even a delulu marvel stan?? p.s there is also an alternative for this story, go check it out on the author's acc on ao3 if you're interested!

STEVE ROGERS

The Siren — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Austrian-born Alice Moser is new to Brooklyn when she meets and befriends a small blonde kid called Steve Rogers. Years later tragedy puts an ocean between them. When they meet again everything is different - Steve is about to go to war, and Alice is going to make the SSR an offer they can't refuse: her services as an undercover agent within the very heart of Nazi Germany.

The path is already written. The whole world knows the stories of Captain America and the Siren. Or do they?

Notes: ISTG IF U DON'T GO READ THIS MASTERPIECE RN

LOKI

A Twist of Marvel — GeneralofLoki (wattpad)

Summary: Naomi Swanson is fresh out of college, working as an assistant in a small paper supply company and inhaling coffee by the gallons. When an accident knocked her out, Naomi woke up in a world she had only seen through screens.

Armed only with her phone and a questionable data plan, Naomi attempts not to be killed as she comes face-to-face with the Avengers, and so much more.

Notes: do not and i repeat do NOT underestimate this just because it's a wattpad story ;)) it's literally the best girl goes to alternative dimension story in the mcu universe out there!!

KLAUS MIKAELSON

descent — tothelakes (wattpad)

Summary (since the summary on this one is a little long I'll be giving a brief description instead): Rory, the twin sister of Elena, unknowingly dates Klaus, the terrifying hybrid determined to sacrifice her sister. When the Mystic Falls events start, cue the beginning of their tumultuous journey as secrets are revealed and feelings come to light.

Notes: this is probably the best klaus fic to ever grace the world of fanfictions.

[xsaiya]

"Just like THAT." <3

-tags: 18+ MDNI, needy! toji, gn! reader, pet names (slut, mamas, princess, etc.), fingering, big dick toji :3, over-stimulation, titty-play, pussy eating bc yes, dick sucking bc yes, pussy slaps, HEAVY cumming (reader's doing), slight-choking, +more filth, (pls lmk if i miss anything)

-future work: (uppermoon hc's + muzan) (kny) (sfw and nsfw)

-plot: no plot tbh. todays my birthday though :0

-quick notice! : i js wanna note i write for multiple fandoms (ex: kny, bnha, jjk, etc+)

toji is KNOWN for not being gentle in bed, but when he met you, istg he would be so gentle towards you bc he saw you as a piece of shattering glass, but sometimes, just sometimes, he'll be rough with you, and tonight is one of those nights.

toji had came home from work and saw you cooking dinner, you greeted him with a quick 'hello love!' and a beautiful smile, just your face though made him hard. he went behind you, turned off the stove and carried you to the bed, smothering you in neck kisses, his hands roamed all over your body.

and so he could get a better view of your body, he took ALL of your clothes off, revealing your naked body, but he had to give those titties some love before he goes down to ruin your pussy, so he started to pepper some kisses and sucks along your tits, he eventually started to suck and nibble on your nipples, making you whimper.

"M-mmh! S-so goood!" you managed to moan and whimper that out, but after a few minutes, he stopped, which made you complain, but toji had another idea. "hey, since you made me hard, why not suck my dick, hm?" he said while unzipping his pants, taking off his boxers and unleashing that humongous monster shaft of his, "b-but baby, i won't be able to do so-" that was until toji shoved his dick into your mouth, so you kinda had to suck him off, so you did. he let out some occasional whimpers and groans there and there. "mmm, mamas- i'm cumming!" he gripped your hair as he finishes in your mouth, you swallowing it all.

"thanks love, but now I think your beautiful pussy deserves some sucking." after he had said that, he spread your legs wide open before diving his face into your pussy, that's when he started to eat you out, tongue lapping around your pussy, his teeth nibbling on the sweet flesh. a couple of minutes later, maybe around 5-8 mins, you cummed straight into his mouth, he licked off the extra on his lips before he cleaned off his face, then dived his index & middle finger into your sweet drenching hole. you let out a series of moans and moans until you were practically begging for his dick inside of you. "p-please toji! i neeeed your big dick inside a' me, i don't give two fuuckss about your fingers, just dive your dick in, please!"

thats what makes him remove his fingers from your pussy before he flipped you over on your stomach and slamming his humongous shaft into you, you let out a series of 'uhhuhhh's, a-ahhh's!, f-fuck's!' before you were practically screaming it was too much for you. "t-too much a-ahhhh! i-i'm gonna c-cummmm~!" then thats when you cummed, your cum started to even leak out of your pussy and onto your knees about. a couple of minutes later, he cummed hard inside a' you, then he put back his clothes on and continued to make dinner so you didn't have to get up.

but why the fuck did he walk out of the bedroom like it was nothing...

if u can't tell, i love writing fluff.

[theloganator101]

The Great BNHA Review: Characters or Check Lists?

Oh Characters...

The bread and butter to all stories.

The thing that gets a story from Point A to Point B, the thing that allows us to connect with the story and helps it feel alive. You can pretty much make any character for your story, from the gentle and kindhearted to the more rough around the edges... to making them likable or unlikable. There are many ways to write a character and how they can make your story come to life.

And by bringing this up you know where this is headed... that BNHA utterly failed at expanding their characters into being people we're supposed to care about.

I could make a long fucking list of how BNHA failed every single one of it's characters it introduced but to keep that from happening, I'm just going to either list certain characters or just group them together since some of them share one common thing that's holding them back from being good.

Starting off with!

Shota Aizawa:

He was supposed to a hardass with a hidden heart of gold for his students, but what he ENDED up as was a walking hypocrite who hated Izuku for no other than he was associated with All Might and couldn't control his quirk... and then CONTINUED to give Izuku a hard time and labeled him as the "problem child" like... I don't even have the energy to get mad here, I'm saving THAT for another time in this review.

Oh and then there's him holding up this ridiculously high standard for his students to reach or else he fails them... which is exactly what happened when he failed Sero in the finals but allowed Bakugou to pass for doing the same.

Which again his hypocrisy gets in the way of that!

And not once does he ever get called out or punished for his blantant abuse in power and instead gets complimented and praised for his methods as if he's the next Einstein.

Fucking end me.

The Todoroki Family:

Oh how Hori totally fucked you guys over in the end... Natsu I'd give a pass since he ended on a more believable note, but sadly I can't say the same for Rei and Fuyumi.

As they were never allowed to think bad of the guy that made their lives hell and were instead to jump on the forgiveness train and take Endeavor's side so they can be a "Happy family" again. Which... no, that's literally stockholm syndrome.

Class 1-A:

... (Sighs)

Oh my babies... oh my favorites... look how that monster Hori ruined you all...

He tried to have this found family dynamic for them all, only for it all to fall apart since... you know, they barely interacted at all and got any screentime.

And it also didn't help that Hori had all of them as bystanders to Izuku's suffering, make fun of his interests, and follow Bakugou when he led them to beat him into coming back. So it really doesn't work when you have these things on your mind and fails to convince you that they give a shit about Izuku and his wellbeing.

And the worst part is that they ALL look like they have stories waiting to be told, but we don't get any of that. At most they're only used to fight against the minions while the Cash Cow Triplets fight the big hero.

Every Female Character in this Series:

Oh boy what even is there to talk about? Since they barely have any personality of their own and are only made to be fanservice for the pervs that likes watching anime girls in bikinis. They definitely deserves much better and to be in a story that'll treat them with respect and dignity.

ESPECIALLY to those like Hagakure and Miruko.

All Might:

Oh All Might, how the story did you dirty.

If there's anyone in this story that I feel sorry for the most (That isn't Izuku) It's All Might.

All because of how he started off at the beginning, people clung to the idea that he's a quirkest asshole who Izuku needs to steer clear from... even though he's literally the one to save Izuku from literally living in misery.

All Might deserves to be an actual mentor and father figure for Izuku, not fucking Aizawa who openly expressed his hatred for the boy.

The League of Villains:

I already made a post on how the narrative did them dirty and I don't feel like repeating myself, so I'm just gonna leave a link here while adding this.

What was even the point of building them up to be forgiven by their foils if they were just gonna die in the end? It was all just a big time waster.

And of course, we can't talk about characters and how the author failed them without talking about...

Izuku Midoriya:

Oh Izuku... the most tragic and wasted main character I've ever seen in an anime series.

He started off so strong only to get worse as the series went on. He should've been the shining definition of what a hero SHOULD be! He should've been the one to realize how fucked their world was and strive to change it for the better and to prevent others like him from suffering like he did.

But... we didn't get any of that.

We don't get acknowledgment of his past, we don't get him rising from his pain and become something more. Instead we get a watered down version of him at the beginning who has NO reaction or introspection to anything whatsoever, not to the world they live in, to the way things are handled, and even to him losing OFA.

For some odd fucking reason, Izuku is never allowed to grow out "I'm worthless" mindset or realization that everyone in his life has failed him in one way or another. He just praises it all like the fanboy he is and just stays where he is.

And then there's the fact that he just flat out refuses to ever acknowledge his past in any meaningful way, as whenever he DOES bring it up, he talks about his past self as if he's a different person from him. To which I can kinda see how this could be symbolic of something... But it just doesn't work as it only makes him look horrible for forgetting his roots and just wanting to fit in with the other people with quirks. To which it somewhat feels like "Fuck the quirkless they're useless so why even focus on them?"

He's a hollow version of the idea of his character, just blankly reacting to things in front of him and praising Bakugou for being the best thing to come around. He honestly deserves better and deserves to be with a writer that won't bully him and give him the depth and development he needs.

Now who else am I missing...?

...

Oh yeah!

Katsuki Bakugou is still trash.

Look forward to the next part.

(Roundabout starts playing)

[oshiawaseni]

Trails of Love Hori's been paving down in the build up for the series' ending

Part I: The Shape of an Eternal Bond

Romantic Love. Falling in love. When we break it down, what really is it, but a deep emotional connection formed with someone, an overpowering instinct that screams at you to protect that person, and the vulnerability you allow yourself to succumb to when your logical 'self-preserving' mind and it's hurt-proof walls is completely overrun by your heart's most based need to be close with them, the object of your affection.

And who shows these feelings for each other the most in BNHA? Bakudeku, right? Of course it's them.

It's something so obvious and yet this somehow feels overlooked by almost everyone in the fandom: I’ve never actually seen Izuku feeling happy or excited about his relationship with Ochaco, nor elated about getting to spend more time with her. But Izuku and Kacchan? The feelings they both have of longing to be closer to the other and every single action they took for that, chaotically and passionately smashes the "stable pleasantness" of IzuOcha right out of the park.

Izuku views getting to speak 'normally(?)' with Kacchan as a miracle on the exact same level of importance as being mentored by the greatest hero of their generation (and his U.A. room looks like what it looks like). This scene gave the cutest 'Work life: check. Love life: check' vibe.

Is it really all that surprising that BKDK have had plenty of development in this area while IzuOcha has had almost none? In fact, as BkDk became closer, the "expected end game" pair has gone in the opposite direction. And why does this not strike odd to "bkdk canon" doubters or the fans that ship IzuOcha? It really is no coincidence how many moments we’ve accrued about this mutual feeling and attraction that exists only between Izuku and Katsuki.

I want to be closer to you. I can't imagine life without you. vs Why are you so confused when I show you I care about you, too?

It's so simple - but maybe it being so simple is why this is not something we really stop and take a minute to think about specifically. About how this 'obvious' concept of two people desiring to become closer is one often shared between lovers and those who are falling in love.

And how that fits with bkdk because this longing for deeper connection has existed between them almost since the beginning... and we haven't been talking enough about it.

I want you to think about the true feelings and meaning lying behind these moments that have inspired the writings of many fic and meta:

Izuku's desperation and suffering at Kacchan being taken away...

the hurt and loneliness that pools within Katsuki's heart from his fear of being left behind (and alone) by Izuku...

the regret they both felt in not using their own hand to reach out and connect to each other (believing their hand 'wouldn't be enough') and putting those feelings aside to prioritise their boy's rescue and safety...

the distress Katsuki felt in facing his biggest fear of all - losing Izuku for good - forcing him to become a true hero, for his sake...

and the total overwhelming despair Izuku felt in realising he didn't make it in time and he had lost his hero.

This is it, this cover was Hori locking them in. Holding his Kacchan so precious, placing his hand gently over his heart, trying to somehow connect to it. The appearance of an enraged and protective alpha ready to strike down the monster who did this to his mate. This is the vision Hori wanted to draw for bkdk and it cemented the deep romantic love and bond that's been growing between them, rewarding those of us who have picked up on their trails of love and causing meltdowns baked in confusion for the rest.

They've had many scenes like these throughout MHA. Scratch a little at their surface and what lies underneath every single one of them is the pining desire Izuku and Katsuki both share of wanting to be together. The need for the other to be by their side and within reach.

And they don’t share this feeling with anybody else.

It’s always been this way exclusively for them and I think this aspect of their relationship was established by Hori to tell us they will stay feeling this way forever.

If Izuku is right and he takes back everything and the course of their future gets put on track again, then maybe the idea of them holding onto each other and never letting go isn’t all that far from reality.

After they graduate, I can't imagine these two not choosing each other every single time, until the very end of their days: becoming a hero wonder duo, moving in together, living their best domestic life complete with their adorable husbands banter (but repackaged into something so much more loving and soft which befits them), nurturing their relationship... letting themselves fall deeper in love...

It's so easy to imagine this all happening, simply because of their desperate need for closeness to one another in the manga.

They can’t imagine their life without the other.

Their love is a multi-threaded story that's been told to us over, and over, and over again. Through Izuku and Katsuki's every action and by the mouths of others (which I'll be covering in my next post).

I honestly believe that since the beginning, Hori has been carefully leaving trails of their passion for each other, simply to say this: While this series may be coming to a close, Izuku and Katsuki’s bond, that brings them only closer and binds them tightly together, will transcend the very last of their inked pages and never end. ❤️

Part Two -> Intro & Compress

[kokushibosbestie]

OOOOH. I've seen ur playlists. Ngl, they're SUPER accurate...

Idk if u watch MHA, if not feel free to ignore me lol.

But anywayssssss I was wondering if you could do Dabi? If you haven't already anyways. :3

Luv u <3

౨ৎ Toya Todoroki / Dabi Playlist ౨ৎ

A/N: OFC I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG! I luv u too! >_<

Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey Blow - Kesha

Insane - Black Gryph0n, Baasik Monster - Lady Gaga Bye Bye Bye - NYSNC I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift Looking At Me - Sabrina Carpenter There's Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes Treat You Better - Shawn Mendes exes - Tate McRae greedy - Tate McRae You Broke Me First - Tate McRae Worth It - Fifth Harmony, Kid Ink One Dance - Drake 10 Things I Hate About You - Leah Kate Maniac - Conan Gray Attention - Charlie Puth How Long - Charlie Puth Can't Hold Us - Maklemore & Ryan Lewis, Ray Delton Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer Blood // Water - grandson Hell's Comin' With Me - Poor Man's Poison Human - Rag'n'Bone Man ur not hot - callmespice GOSSIP - MANESKIN Done For Me - Charlie Puth, Kehlani Ick - Lay Bankz Sweet Dreams (Sky Like Dreams) - Ferdinand fka Left Boy Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer Toxic - Britney Spears Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored - Ariana Grande 34+35 - Ariana Grande Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande motive - Ariana Grande, Doja Cat Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato Need to Know - Doja Cat You Right - Doja Cat My Oh My - Camila Cabello Walls Could Talk - Halsey hot girl bummer - blackbear Runway Walk - Demrick, Brevi Fuck You Forever - VRSTY Sick - VRSTY Cloud City - VRSTY Petty Trappin - SLAVES Warning from My Demons - SLAVES Let This Haunt You - SLAVES Back to the Roots - SLAVES MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) - VRSTY (Rock Cover)

I used to be OBSESSED with this guy for absolutely no reason. Maybe it was the blue eyes. I have a tendency for liking anime guys with blue eyes/black or white hair 😭. Anyway, I definetely think he'd privately listen to Doja Cat and Ariana Grande, as well as VRSTY and SLAVES. And yes, I used to watch BNHA. Hope you like it and feel free to request more! <3

NONE OF THE PICTURES OR SONGS BEING USED / MENTIONED ARE MINE, ONCE AGAIN THEY ARE NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS GO TO ORIGINAL POSTERS / CREATORS!!!