#dabi called him that once and he sat there HORRIFIED..

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guys.. give me virgin loser shigaraki calling virgin loser spinner mommy during sex like a loser!!! like a dumb stupid loser who has never felt the touch of a another human being before!!!

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i realized we never wondered what happened when the first lady went into labor with the triplets

*first lady water breaks*

First Lady: Oh, looks like the babies are coming!

Kai: HONEY I WILL CARRY YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!!

*runs to first lady, slips on first lady's pee and hits his head*

now the secret service has to bring their in labor first lady and their idiot president to the hospital.

ACTUALLY Kai was very calm and collected when your water broke. I mean, in reality he probably already had you admitted to the hospital a week before your due date. But let's say that due to some official business, you were with him on tour or something, or maybe due to some complications, you ended up giving birth earlier than expected to.

Now if you're in public eye, where the papz are all over the place, then the sight of your water breaking will forever live on the Internet. Of course, Kai will try his best to shield you from the cameras as he guides you towards a car, the secret service forming an impenetrable barrier around you two. The driver, a professional, is zooming through the traffic, your PA Miruko has already called the hospital to give them a heads up, the secret service arr already there to do checks on everyone while Kai is holding your hand and guiding you to do those breathing exercises.

He has prepared for this moment, all the number of possibilities that this could go down has been roleplayed in his mind and developed strategies to deal with each route. He's ready.

The moment you reach the hospital, he's in there with you, letting you squeeze his hand painfully as you scream through the labour. He's praising you, although monotonously, wiping your sweaty forehead, his own brows furrowed whenever a painful contraction hits.

Dabi was born first, and you let out an agonising scream before crying into Kai's shoulder to see if the baby is alright. Kai assured you when Dabi began to cry, and only minutes later, even more painful contractions hit you and out came Himiko. Kai smiled as the doctor told him its a girl, and Kai turned to you to tell you she was healthy as well. This time though, Kai saw the toll on your body as your breathing became shallow, your eyes losing focus as you told him you can't push again.

The doctors began encouraging you to push, and as the contractions began again, you started crying, telling them that you couldn't. That's its too painful now. Hours passed by and Kai could see that there was something wrong with you- the way you were crying, the way you gripped his hand- it was different.

"Kai, please! Help me!" You cried out before finally losing consciousness, and immeadiately Kai took action.

"GET THAT BABY OUT OF HER NOW!!! NOW!" The nurses pushed him out of the room as he threatened to kill everyone in there if something happened to you. But perhaps it was even a more horrifying sight as Kai had to watch from a window and see the doctors cut you up open and pull out the third kid.

Tomura.

Kai could care less about how Tomura, or his other babies were in that moment. He really did believe you were going to die and it made him feel utterly powerless to not be able to do anything.

Fortunately, you survived.

Kai sat by your side, holding your hand as you recovered from the C section. It was brutal, seeing you gutted like a fish. When you finally woke up, Kai was staring at you with tired eyes, his chin resting on his palm.

"B-babies?" You asked.

"They're fine. You did great, almost died birthing the last one though." Kai replied, his throat dry.

You chuckled, before coughing. Kai immediately poured you some water, pushing the cup to your lips as he supported your head.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked.

You sighed, looking down at your belly. "Well, the painkillers are working for now. But I suppose once they wear off, I..."

Kai leaned forward, clasping your hand with both of his. "What? What is it?"

"I-" You pouted. "I'll be left with a saggy belly."

Kai nodded. "True. But we can always fix that."

You raised a brow. "How?"

"I can put another baby in you, actually maybe quadruplets this time? Just to make sure the skin is all taut again, hm?" Kai hummed.

"Q-quad- 5 babies?!"

"No, 4. 5 is quintuplets. And 7 is septuplets-"

"Kai I will snip off your testes and my ovaries before I have 7 kids. I will literally do it-" You began panicking, only stopping when Kai chuckled and kissed your cheek.

"Alright, alright. It won't happen." Kai's lips quirked up a little, just as the nurses brought in your triplets.

They carefully placed each one in your arms. "They're beautiful, just like their mother!" One nurse complimented. You giggled, a tear slipping the corner of your eye.

"So you're calling the president ugly? To his face?" Kai asked, glaring at them. The poor nurse shook her head.

"I- no! Mr President-"

"Kai, stop." You admonished. "He's just kidding. You're fine, honey."

The nurse smiled. "Oh, well I'll leave you guys alone. I'll be back in a few to help you with breast feeding." She said before leaving.

Kai raised a brow before shaking his head. "She's not getting anywhere near your breasts."

"Really? You're jealous of a nurse now?"

"Who said anything about jealousy? I just don't think she's experienced enough. She looks fairly young."

"Well, that's alright. She can practice by fondling my chest for experience. Would look good on her resume, don't ya think?" You said without looking up from your kids.

Kai leaned over you, watching you and the babies you two made. "You're not funny." He grumbled.

"Married you, didn't I? Greatest joke of all." You smiled. "They look like little angels."

Kai shrugged. "Yeah." To him, they looked like mutated cockroaches that teared through your body to get out. They were even bloody just a few hours ago.

And then just years later, reader was preggers again.

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What Horrible News | TodoWifeAu

Yandere Todoroki x Pregnant Wife Reader

A/n: Plz read the first one this is gonna be mad confusing if you don't

This one's a bit shorter but I can guarantee that the next part will come soon

🖤🖤🖤🖤

⚠[Warning: Yandere behavior and mindsets, obsessive parents, family issues, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of sex, sexual harassment, and refrences molestation]⚠

"Oh that's absolutely wonderful!!" Fuyumi slurped, giddily jumping up from her seat. She bent uncomfortably close to your face; you were practically choking on the crazy from this girl.

"You'll look so sexy with your belly all round and taut! Ah!" Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head. "I can't handle it! Everything about you is gonna be bigger! Ah even your ti-" her spiel was interrupted by none other than the biting spread of ice sticking on her face, courtesy of your husband.

"You lucky dog, bet you stuff that little belly every night." As if his presence was missed the former villain returned to the top of the table. You could feel the heat on your left and you believed it was warranted. As if in rivaled succession you could see the frost creep on the opposite side of the table. You hesitantly looked at your mother-in-laws face and it was horrifying. Her face scrunched in absolute rage, a more horrifying version of the one you saw Shoto pull during the sports festival. Rei looked as if she was gearing up to throw something but her husband's large hands clenching on the table were warning enough.

"(L/n)-chan we're happy to hear that, do you know when your due?"

"It's a little to early to say."

"Well I'd be more than proud to supply anything you'd need during this time."

"No thanks. We are doing just fine." Your husband interjects. Unlike his sister and eldest brother who were very vocal about their 'affections' his father wasn't, and that worried you both. He used to be so disgusted with you and he didn't hide it. It wasn't until after you worked with him to defeat a villain that had the ability to be fire resistant. They had cornered the veteran hero in a biological trap making Enji's quirk completely useless. This villain's motif was being the perfect antithesis to the former number one hero. Despite his countless insults, threats, and just being rude you wouldn't allow him to die. Your quirk: enhance did exactly that, enhancing anything you wish. In this case you enhanced your ability to persuade, encouraging the villain to no longer want to hurt people and promptly turn themselves in. Or when he was once again targeted at a resort you were on call and enhanced your strength in order to help Shoto fight.

Even after his formal apology and over a thousands of gifts in yen, from a wishlist of yours that he mysteriously acquired, he start acting strange. As Shoto pointed out after your second time rescuing his father, "It's like he's speaking about something in another language." It was constantly like this. where he said things that you were sure had a double meaning but you didn't know what the second meaning was.

At your husband's discretion you both just decided to ignore him which was hard to do when you were guests in his house. "Well just know that whenever you need we'll be happy to help." Enji twisted his face to show his teeth. He looked like he was having an aneurysm.

Was he trying to smile?

Your husband cringed lightly tugging your hand, he was ready to leave. Well you were ready the moment you walked in; without another word you both sprang up and booked it to the door. You did what you planned to do so now it was time to leave. As you were running you could hear the pounding of at least three other pairs running behind you. Forgive me, Hero's Association, Shoto. You enhanced your speed running past your husband to the van which was waiting as you had asked your driver to.

"Miss do you still want that order of fries from McDonalds?"

You sat safe in the car watching your husband get tackled by Dabi and Natsuo who were very seriously trying to hold him down. "Yes please!" You reach through the front window to receive your bucket of fries as Rei came out to join the fray. You stuffed your face as you could see your husband fight off his family through the tinted window like a movie.

"Fwanks Eddie"

"Of course Miss"

It took at most thirty minutes of your husband fighting with his family to make it to the door of the car only to abruptly stop as he leaves the window view. He returns again dragging his ice encased sister onto the pile of his knocked out family.

"Fry?"

"Thanks."

Telling Eddie to head home was the finality of this horrendous occasion now all that was left was your family.

Next Chapter➡

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⏤ wounds.

ask: Hi if requests are still open could I please request a Dabi(Touya) x civilian reader? Where she finds him badly injured and unconscious then she drags him back to her apartment to treat his wounds and when Dabi regains consciousness he finds her sleeping next to him in her bed. 

pairing: dabi / f!reader

wordcount: 3.4k

genre: angst, fluff, strangers to something more(?)

warning: brief descriptions of injuries and pain, swearing, a makeout scene, suggestive but literally nothing happens, dabi is kind of ooc? but not really

+ summary: dabi is extremely hurt, and you are the only one there to help him. 

note! this is the first thing i’ve written on here since my hiatus almost 2 years ago! i hope you like it

Music thumped through the brick wall and into the narrow alleyway. This club was pretentious to say the least, but it provided a loud, pounding wall of safety from the dangerous streets. The darkness of the city after dark only brought the stench of danger and death, something Dabi didn’t prefer, but knew well. He still went out anyway.

Dabi is always careful when he goes out. Sure, he gets hurt sometimes, but never anything too serious or life threatening. It’s a habit of his, one he is extremely determined on keeping. But, no matter how careful he is, something is bound to slip through at one point or another.

Blood seeped through the gash on his side. It leaked past his white shirt, staining it a deep red and dripping onto the ground as he leaned against the wall of the alley. His scarred hand pressed against the wound and he groaned, falling to the ground letting out a sputtered cough. 

So much for being careful. 

“Those bastards,” he grunted. His legs pushed against the ground before he hunched over and heaved for breath. He felt his mouth fill with saliva as he hyperventilated and squeezed his eyes shut. 

They stabbed him with a knife. He killed them, of course. Burning them to a crisp in one glance. But that didn’t help the gaping wound in his side.

This isn’t an often occurrence for Dabi; he hardly ever got hurt, and when he did, it was always on his own accord. He could deal with the pain from burns, at least those didn’t make him feel like he was dying from the inside out. Being stabbed was a different kind of pain, though. Dabi felt like he was really about to die. 

But then, his saving grace.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” A voice came from his left. Your voice was panicked and shaky, but oh so gentle. 

You came into view and his vision blurred. Your hand was warm against his cheek and cool against the wound on his side, a fresh relief. You pulled the purse off your shoulder and sifted through the items before pulling out a cellphone and dialing something on the keypad.

Dabi’s hand grabbed your wrist and he shook his head. 

“What?” you looked at him. “I’m going to call an ambulance, you need to go to the hospital.”

He shook his head again and grunted, trying to push himself up into a sitting position. “No hospitals. No police.”

His voice was rough and deep, it took you a moment to process what exactly he was saying. When you did, you felt your heart fall in your chest. 

“Okay, okay... no hospitals or police...” you sucked in a breath. “I can take you to my apartment, it’s just up there.” you pointed to a window above them on the other side of the alley. 

Dabi nodded and felt his vision blurring once more. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay conscious much longer. 

“Come on, stay with me please,” you spoke softly, trying to pull him up on his feet. “I need you to walk, I’ll help you just please try and stand up.”

Your arms pulled him up to his feet and he stumbled, falling on top of your smaller frame. You grunted at the weight and tried to drag him to your apartment building.

One step, two steps. A few more through the door when your entered the digits on the keypad. Finally into the apartment building. 

Dabi collapsed. 

Dabi woke up with an ache in his side. He let out a groan and shifted his body, turning to his stomach and running his hand through his hair. His eyes fluttered open and, much to his surprise, sleeping beside him was a girl.

You looked familiar, but he didn’t know why. Did he sleep with you? No, he shook his head. You were fully clothed and looked far too peaceful for having spent the night in bed with him. 

Then, another sharp pain in his abdomen. He sucked in a breath and let his hand drift to the ache. He was shirtless, a white bandage wrapped around his waist. Oh, right. He got stabbed. So your were the one who helped him then.

your sudden movement caught his attention. You stretched your arms out and your eyes opened slowly.

“Good morning.” you smiled, looking into his cerulean eyes. Intimidating yet warm, and very, very confused. “Did you sleep well?” your voice was gentle, just like before. But this time it was calmer, more comfortable. 

Dabi lifted his arm and tucked it under his head. “Care to explain why ‘m sleepin’ in your bed, angel?”

Deflected your question with his own, of course. That was what he was best at. 

You shifted and turned your gaze away from his own. It felt like they were burning holes in your eyes; scary and understandably so. He must’ve been a villain. You weren’t sure if you could hold eye contact with him for more than three seconds. “You were hurt badly. Like, really bad, and you didn’t want me to take you to the hospital so I tried my best to patch you up here. You were also running a high fever, probably from the loss of blood. I let you sleep in my bed, and I was going to sleep on the couch, but you kept waking up from these... nightmares? I felt bad leaving you so... I just came to sleep here in case you needed anything.”

Your hand found the bandage on his waist and you brushed your fingers against the white fabric. Thank god the blood wasn’t leaking through anymore. “What’s your name, anyway? And how did you get hurt so badly? Don’t tell me it’s the reason why you didn’t want me taking you to the hospital or calling the police...”

He felt you finch when he grabbed your wrist. 

“I’m Dabi, angel face. You have a name? Or do you prefer me calling you ‘angel’?”

You laughed a little out of sheer awkwardness. “My name is y/n.”

Dabi hummed and pulled you closer to his body until your chests were touching. You were cold. “You okay, y/n? You seem a little shaken up.”

You pushed him away and got out of the bed. “What are you trying to do?”

He sat up and leaned against the headboard, a slight smirk on his lips. “Just trying to repay you for helpin’ me out last night. Want me to make you feel good? Tell me what you want, princess. I’ll give it to you.”

“We literally just met, Dabi. I only learned your name two minutes ago. Stop being a creep and have some human decency, for god’s sake. I just saved your life.”

You slipped out of the bedroom door and walked toward the kitchen. Dabi frowned and got out of the bed, following behind you. 

Dabi was not a creep. Well, not in the sense that you were getting at; he was a villain. He assumed it fit his image and it was easy to assume such things, but it wasn’t fair of you to say that. But then again, he did just try and make a move on you... maybe it was warranted. 

Who could blame him, though? You were alluring in your own right. Pretty skin, cute smile, bright eyes. You helped him when he thought he was going to die. Now that was something he didn’t quite process. Who was he kidding? That was horrifying; but then again, nothing was ever as horrifying as what happened when he was a child. Either way, he really was grateful for your help. He just didn’t know how to show it. 

You knew he was following you, but you didn’t speak. You would make him some breakfast, then kick him out. So much for the butterflies fluttering in your stomach whenever he spoke. 

“Sorry about that,” Dabi said after a few minutes of silence between the two of you. The sizzling of rice being coated in oil and vegetables was loud. It smelled way too good to be considered fried rice. 

You hummed in response and tapped your fingers against the handle of the spatula in your hand. “It’s okay.”

Well that wasn’t much of a surprise, but it still took him aback. You were too kind for your own good.

“Thank you, though. For real.”

“It’s the least I can do. Even though you’re a villain, and if the police find out I helped you, I’ll probably get arrested and then lose my scholarship and fail at my dream of becoming a doctor. But it’s okay.”

Now that, that was a surprise. 

“You wanna be a doctor?” not the doctor part. (he was honestly not surprised about that, it only made sense. you actually knew what you were doing and how to help him). he was surprised that you were this open to him. 

“Yeah,” you paused as you pulled out bowls to put the rice in. “It’s technically my parents’ dream for me. But I’ve realized I enjoy it a lot more than I thought I would. I like helping people, it makes me happy.” You handed him his bowl and sat beside him. “I just realized that’s probably the last thing you wanna hear. Don’t villains find the idea of helping people disgusting?”

Dabi laughed. 

It was a warm, gravely laugh, probably due to the fact he just woke up. It made your heart feel like it was being coated in thick honey and you felt heat rise to your face. You liked his laugh. 

“I don’t know about other villains, but I really could not care less. But no, the last thing I would want to hear is you being a hero. That would be terrifying.”

You felt a smile creep up your lips and a tight feeling grew in your chest. “Yeah, never. I have too weak a quirk to do that. And putting my life on the line? No thanks. I have way too much to lose.”

“Too much to lose, huh?” he said. He ate some of the rice. “What’s your quirk? Some healing shit?”

You shook your head. “No, but that would be ideal. I have a simple nature quirk. Like I can grow flowers and make the leaves change color.”

“Sweet quirk for a sweet girl.”

You flushed. “What’s yours?”

Dabi held out a single finger and in a split second, a small blue flame emitted from the tip. “Just fire. I’d show you more but I might burn your apartment down and you’d murder me. Plus I’d feel a little bad.”

“Blue fire?”

“Yeah.”

“What were your parents’ quirks? I’ve never seen anyone have blue fire before.” you asked innocently. Dabi gritted his teeth.

“Fire and ice, i guess. I don’t remember too well, though. Haven’t seen ‘em in a long time.”

You were about to ask another question, but realized it might be a little insensitive. Besides, it was none of your business.

“Sorry,” you murmured. Then, you ate. 

You weren’t quite sure what had happened, but you saw Dabi quite frequently nowadays. 

After you told him you had a night class, you would often see him outside the campus waiting for you so he could walk you home. Other times, he would bring you little things like food or candy. 

You assumed it made him happy; bringing you things or walking you home. It would be a lie if you said it didn’t make you happy as well. He was sort of a dandere type; he let you do most of the talking and sometimes it seemed like he didn’t care, but he proved that he was listening when he brought you the snacks that you told him you liked, or when he gave you a little nightlight after you told him you were afraid of the dark. 

He was sweet; unbelievably so. And over the past few weeks, you realized that you might have a major romantic connection to him. It was almost like you were in a relationship together, but not really.

You had never gone out on a date or anything like that, but you could tell he liked you in a certain way. The way he teased you or called you cute. The way he slept over in your bed often. At first he said it was because he didn’t want to go back to his place since his roommates were annoying. 

It was the way he hugged you when he said goodbye or the lingering gazes when you would cook him dinner. One time you kissed him on the cheek when he was pretending he was asleep. You swore you saw him blush.

Tonight felt different. You hadn’t seen him in a few days; he was away, he said. He told you not to worry, but you did. How could you not? He was like your best friend.

There was a knock on your door. It was loud and hard, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. You walked quickly to the peephole, and much to your surprise, dabi was standing there. You flung the door open.

“Dabi,” you ran into his arms, hugging around his waist tightly and burying your face into his chest. You let out a shaky breath and you felt tears well up in your eyes. 

“Hey, angel,” he said softly and rested his face on the top of your head, breathing in deeply. “Missed you,” he muttered. He kissed your head gently and hummed. “We should go inside, baby.”

You sniffled and nodded, pulling away from his warm body and interlacing your hand with his own before leading him inside and closing the door behind you. 

“How was it?” you asked. You never asked about his ‘work’. You knew it made him a little upset. Not that he didn’t trust you, he just didn’t like you hearing about that side of himself. He had his own motivations and drives, as did you. You didn’t question them, because you knew they were valid. 

He sighed and sat on your couch, leaning back and running his hands down his face. “It was fine, just tiring,”  he said. 

He closed his eyes and tossed his head back, resting his arm on the back of the couch, his long legs spread wide. Sometimes you forgot how tall he was. You never forgot how attractive he was. 

You fiddled with your fingers as you stood by the coffee table. You were worried about him... how could you not? He was one of the most important people in your life right now. You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if he died.

He let out something between a sigh and a groan. You felt your insides twist. 

Cerulean blue eyes opened slightly and caught yours. “C’mere, angel,” he said, opening his arms. 

You complied and walked over to him, standing in between his parted thighs. He quirked a brow at your shyness and his hands found your hips, pulling you forward onto his lap so your legs were on either side of his thighs. 

Your hands gripped the front of his shirt and you leaned forward, burying your head in his neck. He was so warm, obviously a result of his quirk. He smelled like campfires in the rain... a rare experience in itself. It wasn’t until Dabi started rubbing your back that you realized you were crying.

“Shhh, baby. It’s okay,” he breathed in your ear. “I’m right here, you don’t need to worry.”

You sniffled and rubbed your face against the rough skin of his neck. You kissed it gently; it made your heart drop whenever you felt his burns. You knew they didn’t hurt. It was just scar tissue. But you felt so sad whenever you thought about them, he had so much pain buried in his heart. These burns were a result of his bad past.

Dabi pulled your body closer to his own so there was no space in between. His large hands held your shoulders and pulled you so you were facing him. His long fingers grazed your cheek and settled for threading through your hair and cupping your jaw. 

“Look at me,” he whispered, his burning blue eyes searching your face. You sniffled again and hesitantly looked up into them. “There she is,” he smiled and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. You let out a small laugh when he nudged her nose with his own. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and looked down again.

“Hey, what did I say? Look at me, y/n,” your name dripped from his tongue and you felt your stomach twist. You looked up at him again.

“I’m just worried about you,” you said with a shaky breath. “And... I know you don’t want my pity but I just feel so sad when I think about what you’ve had to go through. It hurts me, thinking about it. I just want you to be happy, and I know you’re trying to accomplish your goal by working with the league, but I just...” you trailed off and looked down again. His thumb brushed your cheek again. “I just want you to be okay and safe. I know you’re doing what you have to do, but I love you and it hurts so bad seeing you in pain.”

“Angel...” he kissed your forehead. “I’m not in pain.”

You shook your head. “You are. I can tell.”

“I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry about me, okay? I didn’t get hurt.”

he was always so gentle when it came to you.

“Not physically. I mean mentally,” you sighed and brought your hands to his cheeks, mirroring his actions from before. He let his hands drop to your hips, rubbing soft circles in the dips. “Your past, the hurt you have in your heart. These scars may just be old burns, but they’re wounds. They are proof of your pain. Even if it was a long time ago.”

You kissed under his left eye. Then his right. You noticed he let out a small sigh when you kissed his jaw, then his ear, his neck, his collar bone. You looked back up at his face; his eyes were closed. You smiled softly and held under his jaw again, pulling your face closer to his. He felt your breath on his lips, but his eyes remained shut. Your thumb hesitantly traced his bottom lip and he hummed. You slowly leaned in and captured his lips in your own. 

The kiss was slow and warm and sensual. It was kind of surprising that you had never kissed him before, but you realized it might have been because of what happened on the morning you met.

His grip tightened on your hips and he let out a small groan when you pulled your lips away from his own. Your hands slowly dragged down to his shoulders.

“Was that okay?” you whispered and he opened his eyes slowly. 

Instead of responding, he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you again, fervently. It was hot and it made you feel like your breath had been knocked out of you, but it was slow and tight and it made your mind go fuzzy. You whimpered when his tongue traced along your gums, your grip on his shirt growing tighter and you realized you were shaking. 

He moved to kiss your jaw below your ear and you swore you couldn’t breathe. He whispered something about breathing before continuing his trail of kisses down your neck, sucking at the skin there. You struggled to breathe in and you found Dabi rubbing your arm with one of his hands. He squeezed you lightly and stopped his kissing, pulling away and holding you close, pushing your head into the crook of his neck.

You whimpered when he rubbed your back again, and you were now in the same position as you were before. 

He felt your hot breath on his neck and he kissed your shoulder. 

“You okay?” he asked. You nodded and moved so you were facing him again. You smiled and ran your hands through his dark locks.

“I love you,” you said once more. He smiled and pecked your lips. 

“I love you too.”

[linphd]

dabi x fem!reader | nightcall

dabi x reader

female reader

(Y/N) calls Dabi when she can't go back home, and it's the occasion to talk about their relationship.

warning : mention of sex

the lyrics are from nightcall obviously by kavinsky

I'm giving you a night call

to tell you how I feel.

        Dabi was hanging out with the League of Villains when he received a phone call. He smirked when he saw the name. ''Yeah ?'' The girl on the other end of the phone was crying. ''Can you pick me up ? Please come pick me up I'll send you my position.'' She said, and Dabi agreed, leaving the League without any explanation. ''Which car do you want ?'' He asked. ''Just steal one ! I don't care.'' She replied, and Dabi went outside, receiving her position. He stole a random car and drove there.

         (Y/N) used to be a pro hero. She used to fight Dabi as well. But a villain stole her quirk, and she never could get it back. Luckily -and sadly- for her, she wasn't in the top 10 heroes, so most people forgot about her and her sad story. She didn't want pity, even though she had been much depressed since that day. How she ended up fucking Dabi ?

         Well, he had crossed her path once, and apparently he had heard that she had lost her quirk, since he only smirked at her. ''Hi, hero.'' He said, earning a tsk. ''Wanna have a drink with me ? Now we can talk without any problem.'' He added. And she didn't have anything to lose, so she agreed. Thus, their relationship began.

I want to drive you through the night,

down the hills.

       It was only about sex, but here Dabi was ; driving to her because he had heard her crying over the phone. Some girls he was seeing didn't even have his number. Some girls he was seeing could call him for days, he would just end up blocking them. But (Y/N) was different ; maybe it was the excitement that she used to be a hero, that they used to fight.

       When Dabi arrived, (Y/N) was sat on her car -it had broken down apparently- under the rain. She was a mess. Dabi opened the door, and she sat on the passenger seat. ''Why didn't you wait in your car ?'' He asked her. ''The window is broken and the rain still gets in it. There's glass all over the seat.'' She explained. Dabi arched an eyebrow. ''Are you gonna let your car there ?'' She nodded, and without further notice, Dabi started to drive again. ''Are we going to your place, princess ?'' He asked. ''Yeah.''

He grinned at her answer. ''Am I coming too ?'' He asked. ''Whatever, I don't care.'' She said. She was resting her head against her hand, but it was basically touching the window. Dabi couldn't help but stare at her ; she really did look like a mess. When she noticed he was staring, she quickly called him out. ''Watch the road.'' She said. He chuckled but did as she said.

I'm gonna tell you something

you don't want to hear.

        ''Don't you want a blanket, doll ? When I noticed it was raining outside I went back in the hideout to take a blanket quickly. Only for you.'' He said, proud of himself. She didn't actually say yes when he was already throwing the blanket at her. As her clothes were wet, (Y/N) took off her jacket and shirt, wrapping the blanket around herself, left in her bra. ''(H/N).'' The brunette said, to earn a reaction. He saw her bite her lip, but she didn't reply. ''Did you have an accident with your car ?'' He asked.

        ''No. It broke down and I already had a horrible day so I broke down too and punched the window. My knuckles were bleeding but the rain washed them.'' She said, still focused on the road. Dabi couldn't help but feel bad. He couldn't tell why ; she was just a girl like the others. So, he caressed her cheek with his right hand. There wasn't much people on the road at this hour, so he could take one hand off the steering wheel.

         She didn't say anything nor did she look at him. And now, he could tell that she had been crying and that it wasn't only the raindrops falling on her face. ''Don't think you're special to me, (Y/N).'' Of course, she already had gone through a horrible day. But Dabi wasn't smart. ''I don't think that.'' She replied. The brunette bit his lip ; most of the time, all the girls thought they were special !

I'm gonna show you where it's dark,

but have no fear.

         ''Is it okay if I'm showing you something instead of going back home yet ? Maybe you'll feel better.'' He said, before she nodded. Of course he was lying to himself. Of course she was special. He had replied to her call, had come to save her, and said 'you're not special' while ending his sentence with her name ? There were some girls he couldn't even remember the name of !

        ''I'm going to show you my hideout, doll.'' He said, the girl finally having a reaction. ''But your friends know that I used to be a hero !'' She said, and Dabi chuckled. ''It was a joke, baby ! I won't drive you there ! I have a much better place.'' He laughed when he was done, and (Y/N) only stared at him. She remembered how handsome she thought he looked when they met. Still, she fought him.

         And since that day she lost her quirk, she actually got very attached to him. This wasn't the first time he had been driving all night long, almost silent by her side. But there was something about it -she couldn't tell what it was- she felt relaxed. She felt at peace, despite him being a well-known villain having killed many people, including a comrade of hers. But she didn't care, now. All she could care about what that he had put a hand on her thigh, caressing it with his thumb as he was still focused on the road.

There's something inside you.

It's hard to explain.

        She genuinely couldn't tell if she was special. Maybe he was showing that type of affection to many girls. Maybe it was only to reassure them so he could get in their pants. But (Y/N) didn't care. However, she knew that because of his burns, he couldn't feel the touch of someone else except with a big pressure applied. That's why she took his hand, resting it against her cheek. His knuckles were against her wet skin, that had started to dry, while his palm and his right fingers were intertwined with hers.

          Maybe it wasn't so he could feel her. Maybe it was for her to feel him. He was warm, always so warm because of his quirk. She hoped he would never lose it like she had. She wouldn't handle getting cold during those late night drives. At the feeling, Dabi turned his head to look at her. She was focused on the road, but was rubbing a bit her cheek against his knuckles. She was special. Thus, he intertwined his fingers with her tighter, to feel her touch even more. He knew she was cold.

         ''It might be dark out there, it's kinda abandoned. But have no fear.'' Dabi said, after many minutes of silence. ''I'm not scared.'' She muttered, even though she seemed much more at peace. Actually, she sounded as if she was now calmed down, as if all the pressure was gone. That made the brunette smiled. ''Do you remember when we fought in that shitty mountain ? There was snow everywhere. Actually, it looked very pretty.'' He began. It made (Y/N) snort, which warmed his heart. ''You kicked my ass. I was lucky you killed my colleague instead of me.'' She replied. Oh, how horrifying those words sounded.

They're talking about you boy.

But you're still the same.

       ''As if I was going to kill you. I was only waiting for you to fall for me. It's unfortunate it happened because of your loss.'' He said. He loved to use beautiful words around her ; it made him so out of character -and she knew it. ''Are we going there ?'' She asked, before resting hers and his hand against her thigh. Her eyes were widened, her lips parted as she finally turned to look at the brunette. ''You never went there at night, right ? You told Mount Lady that.'' He replied, earning a little slap on his shoulder. He giggled at the playful move, but frowning as he stopped feeling her grip on his hand. ''You stalked me !'' She said, after gasping.

         Then, the road was silent. (Y/N) had wrapped herself in the blanket even more, Dabi turning on the heat at a warmer temperature to help her. ''I thought I would be hot enough to warm you up, princess. I'm disappointed.'' He joked, making her smile quietly. Once more, he caressed her cheek with his hand, before finding a spot to park. They were at the edge of a cliff, but they could see all the stars. It wasn't a cloudy night. They could also see a part of the town from where they were ; most lights were out.

          ''Where were you even driving to ?'' Dabi asked, taking off his belt as he laid in a comfortable position against his seat. ''It's hard to explain.'' She replied. She didn't want him to know -that made him snort. ''Not to some dude's house, I suppose ?'' He asked, grinning, even though his gaze was locked at the stars. ''Maybe. But you're the one I call nonetheless.'' Of course (Y/N) wasn't going to some dude's house. She couldn't do that.

I'm giving you a night call

to tell you how I feel.

         ''Most heroes used to talk about you as being a horrifying villain. But I know you're not like that. You wouldn't have turned this way if nothing had happened.'' The girl said, after long minutes of staring at the view in front of them. Dabi arched an eyebrow, the sudden sentence surprising him. He turned to look at her ; the reflection of the skylight on her face mad her look even prettier than usual. Maybe the fact that she had cried made the reflection even brighter.

          Cause indeed, Dabi found her beautiful in many various situations. But this time, it was different. He couldn't put words on what he was feeling about her. And she wasn't even looking at him. ''And what do you think happened, doll ?'' He asked her, his tone quite serious. ''I don't know.'' She simply said, after shrugging her shoulders. ''There's something about you I can't explain. But I won't ask you to tell me anything.'' She added, finally turning to look at him. That's when he noticed how her lips were ; she had had a breakdown, obviously, as she had been picking on her lips. It looked like it had been bleeding.

         Dabi caressed her lower lip with his thumb. ''You've been picking on it.'' He said, focusing on it so he could avert her eyes and not fall in love with her. ''Can you feel it ?'' (Y/N) asked, after he stopped touching it. He nodded, cupping slightly her chin with his hand. It made her smile. ''I won't do it anymore.'' She said. ''Why not ?'' The brunette asked. ''Cause I know you like to feel my lips soft when we kiss cause you don't feel a lot of soft things due to your own skin.'' She replied, making him bit his lips ; he was ashamed she remembered. ''That's cute you drove me there. Thank you.'' She said, turning her gaze back to the town. Dabi only smiled before pulling her head against his shoulder, staring at the last lights being turned off as well.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 234: Tomura Flashbacks and Giganto ex Machia

Previously on BnHA: Re-Destro lost his temper and hulked the fuck out and started breaking off Tomura’s fingers like a goddamn Kit-Kat bar. Elsewhere, (1) Twice cloned Toga in order to give her a blood transfusion, unaware that Skeptic was heading their way; (2) Spinner’s quirk of being a Gecko Man was revealed and he attempted to wall-crawl his way over to Hanabata only to be assailed by a bunch of redshirts fired up by Hanabata’s Trumpet quirk; (3) Dabi continued to battle Snoopy Sno-Cone Machine offscreen (I assume); (4) Compress was also probably doing something but who can be sure; (5) Giran was running off to safety with one of the clone Twices, and finally, (6) Gigantomachia Goron-rolled his way towards the action while Slidin’ Go stood there nervously, probably sensing that his number is coming up on the great cosmic roulette wheel. All of this happened two whole weeks ago because the manga was on break last week! But it’s finally back now, so leeeEET’S geeet ready to rrrruuuuUUUUUUUUMMMMMBLE.

Today on BnHA: RD continues to get handsy with Tomura until Tomura starts to disintegrate one of RD’s own fingers to see how he likes it. He does not, in fact, like it, so he flings Tomura away and starts thinking all of these shocked antagonist thoughts about how Tomura is stronger than he expected and his powers are ~awakening~ and blah blah blah. Meanwhile Tomura hops back onto the Flashback Train to Feels City and recalls how AFO gave him his family’s severed hands to make sure he stayed good and pissed!! And he also remembers more about his sister and how much she loved him! And his mom and grandparents who were also super nice and are now fucking dead and it’s a lot! Horikoshi is pretty fucking ruthless! Anyway so RD decides he’d better go all out and wrap this up, but before he can deliver a killing blow, Gigantomachia finally makes his entrance. At the same moment, Tomura finally remembers “everything” (?? ???!?!?), which, holy fucking shit you guys.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, and added one or two ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.)

okay so let’s see what gruesome things are in store for our intrepid villains this week

“destroyed memories” oh? come again? you don’t say?? fancy that?? goodness me???

so is this referring to Tomura? or Dabi? if it’s referring to Re-Destro or one of his gang, I swear to god...! nobody cares about your memories RD. you’re a jerk and you suck

lol what the

aww. is this a “real” in-universe children’s book, is that what this is. did all the lil U.A. dumplings read this when they were small. and was there also a similar book called “don’t judge people by their lack of quirks” and if so why did no one read it to lil baby Kacchan hmm

anyway now we’re cutting right back to this unpleasant image! and not only that, but in the two weeks we’ve been gone things have even escalated!

we’re up to two hands being grabbed now! um. he’s really going to need at least one of those? probably?? please don’t Overhaul my deranged villain son fffff

reminder that Tomura needs to touch something with all five fingers in order for his quirk to activate (or he did before at least), so even though he still has... two...? fingers remaining on his left hand, that hand is still effectively useless as far as quirking goes. so if he suffers even the smallest amount of damage to his right hand as well, it’s basically all over for him. unless he actually was using his quirk with his feet in the previous chapter. I’m assuming not because he presumably would have decayed his way all the way down to the center of the earth if that was the case. I think @khorale mentioned this in a comment on my last recap, but yeah, seeing as the ground’s not disintegrating underneath him, it’s safe to say it’s Hands Only here

anyway I got so caught up in being calmly horrified over the current situation that I didn’t even read the dialogue. so RD’s saying that superpowers are linked to personality, and so that “don’t judge people by their quirks” stuff is in fact bullshit

um, source? are you a psychologist? in general I try to take things with a grain of salt when they’re said by pieces of shit, so yeah

fffffffff noooooo Tomura’s face sob Horikoshi you bastard

he looks so freaking young here. okay, shit. I’m starting to think I need to make plans to unwind after I finish reading this chapter. maybe get an Enya playlist in the works. diffuse some essential oils. find some cute baby animal videos

but on the plus side, it’s looking ever more likely that his are indeed the Destroyed Memories in question omg. so I will continue to get hype while also feeling very guilty and stressed

you guys I’m actually really glad RD is feeling like he has the upper hand now, because he’s starting to waste some valuable time monologuing, and with every second he babbles on, Machia is getting closer and closer to whooping some ass

so he’s asking Tomura what he’s trying to create

and well, actually, he’s not really that far off

I mean. does it count as nothing if he wants to destroy the whole world? one could argue that would be “creating” a new world in which everyone is fucking dead. idk. I might have to give RD this one; his whole point of “quirks are linked to personality and you have a quirk that destroys everything you touch so you probably just want to destroy shit” is holding up surprisingly well to scrutiny thus far

yeah so now he’s yelling “YOU ONLY LUST FOR DESTRUCTION! AM I WRONG?!” and nope. but even a broken clock, twice a day, etc.

oh shit OH FUCKING --

um, okay, (1) NO IT’S NOT, SHE WAS A LITTLE GIRL, NONE OF YOUR HANDS BELONGED TO A CHILD YOU GULLIBLE RUBE

and (2) MY FUCKING FEELS. why am I even surprised. what the fuck. I knew more angst was coming and yet it still...

just, god. okay fine Horikoshi I’m a glutton for punishment, please continue then

HAHA SOB IT’S A WHOLE FUCKING FLASHBACK OKAY SURE LAY IT ON ME!!

this really is the wildest shit though you guys. I still can’t get over it. “hello little boy I’m sorry your family is dead but don’t worry I’m adopting you and here are all of their severed hands. with little plugs on the end too or some shit. just, you know. souvenir”

I can’t fucking believe AFO played this so straight. maybe that’s why it worked. it was just so fucking out there that Tenko wound up buying it hook line and sinker. “hmm, seems a bit shady, but then again why else would a strange man I met only yesterday just randomly up and give me a dozen severed hands”

I don’t know if any of this shit is important, but it’s probably good practice to just post every mysterious thing that AFO says

yes you really did a great job healing this guy’s wounded fucking heart, Dr. Phil

oh wow, never fucking mind, even

I see, so that wasn’t meant to be a reassuring “in time you’ll get over it” speech; it was meant to be a cautionary “you’d better surround yourself with reminders of your terrible pain at all times or else you might actually stop feeling fucking miserable and WE CAN’T FUCKING HAVE THAT” speech. holy shit

I’m seriously having trouble wrapping my mind around just how terrible this is. like, it’s nearly impossible to fathom that level of cruelty. this is a four(?)-year-old child. he tracked him down, gave him a quirk that would kill his family*, sat back and watched it happen, and then let him stew in the horror of it all alone until he finally swooped in and claimed him and then raised him with the express purpose of keeping him sad and scared and angry and depressed at all times, all so he would eventually grow up and, with any luck, murder the man that his grandmother thought of as a son!

(*this is just conjecture right now, admittedly, but until I’m proven wrong I’m basically operating under the assumption that it’s true)

just. “fucked up” doesn’t even begin to describe it. god

anyways, let’s continue to read more about young Tenko’s extreme emotional abuse at the hands of the final villain I guess

OMG HANA

okay so I can’t remember where we left off on this last time, but a bunch of people said they suspected that the young Tenko wanted to be a hero when he was a little boy, and that’s why he was always clashing with his dad, because his dad’s own experience with heroes was pretty sour on account of the whole his-mom-gave-him-up-when-he-was-little-and-then-later-died-horribly thing

so yeah, I assume that’s what Hana is referring to here with the whole “I just tell Dad...” bit. so they both wanted to be heroes! how perfectly fucking tragic! great!

Tomuraaaaaa

KEEP IT UP TOMURA YOU CAN DO IT!! YOU CAN REMEMBER! YOU’RE DOING GREAT. aside from the whole “this really big man is killing you slowly” thing

yeah, this whole deal

but aside from that. doing great

!!

OOOOOOOOOH SHIT, THIS MUMMIFIED LITTLE PUNK’S STILL GOT SOME FIGHT LEFT IN HIM YOU GUYS

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

he got him to fling him away! YESSSS TAKE THAT YOU ASSHOLE. FOOL HIM ONCE, FUCKING OUCH, BUT FOOL HIM TWICE, AND LET’S SEE HOW YOU FUCKING LIKE IT YOU BIG WAD

so now Re-Destro is belatedly realizing that Tomura is going through a very weird leveling-up process and taking advantage of the fact that he’s temporarily become the main character of the series and thus possesses all of the narrative powers that come with that venerable distinction

...that he’s the main character? yes

anyways lol there’s some real good crazyface action going on here guys

did Horikoshi take the extra time just so he could devote a little longer to nailing down panels like this because if yes, A+++

SDSKJSODIFHOIESJ

it’s mom!! wow!!

DSLKFAJSLDK ARE WE GETTING BACKSTORY ON THE FUCKING SCARS OMFG I CAN’T THIS IS TOO MUCH

SOB YOU GUYS I’M CAUGHT UP IN THIS WEIRD CROSS BETWEEN BEING HYPED AF AND ALSO CRACKING THE FUCK UP NOW THOUGH, BECAUSE:

ALL OF THIS WAS SO FUCKING BADASS, AND THEN THAT LAST FUCKING PANEL, THOUGH. LMAO WELL HE’S ON THE BRINK OF SOMETHING, BUT WHO CAN EVEN FUCKING SAY WHAT

ANYWAY HE’S ZOOMING TOWARDS RD AND RD’S THINKING “HE’S FAST!” AND YEAH, BITCH, YOU SCARED??

WHAT ARE YOU THE PRESIDENT OF HIS FANCLUB NOW OR WHAT

you guys this is the most I’ve ever liked Re-Destro. there’s something about evil nemesis characters being begrudgingly impressed by their enemies that just pleases me, idk

LJSDFIJWEOF

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIS FACE HE LOOKS LIKE ONE OF THE SCARY TREES FROM SNOW WHITE

OH SHIT YOU GUYS WE’RE BREAKING OUT THE TROPES

so do we get 100% when he goes up against Machia, then? smdh, fucking power levels. well I guess Deku technically uses them too. but still, it’s not something we see in this series too often aside from that

holy shit you guys

honestly, I guess this should be really intimidating or whatever, but all I can think is that it’s about time this guy finally started taking this “pitiable gang of thugs” seriously. even if that does mean Tomura is probably about to fucking die, barring some Giganto ex Machia. that guy really needs to get a move on

oh hey

[RAISES EYEBROW AT GIGANTOMACHIA AND JABS FINGER TOWARDS WRISTWATCH] cut it a little closer next time why don’t you??

(ETA: also I didn’t notice all of Tomura’s other hands being flung away from him by the impact, but whoa. so now he’s just got the Papa Hand left in his pocket, along with whichever hand is grabbing the back of his head. and that’s it. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that his dad is the only remaining family member whose face we still haven’t seen yet. some big reveal coming up with that soon, I bet.)

oh and also guys here’s some more flashbacks. this time with loving grandparents. because Horikoshi just really wants to make sure our emotions are good and churned about

okay guys, Tenko’s very dead flashback!grandma and grandpa telling him not to cry and giving him yummy food so he won’t be sad is pretty much close to the limits of what I can take, angst-wise. I don’t know why this is hitting me so hard! this is hardly my first anime flashback! I should be a pro at this by this point, the fuck is wrong with me

but on the other hand, I think a big part of it is that I’m not just sad about Tomura’s past, but also angry. because none of this is just coincidence; all of it is actually stuff that was done to him very deliberately, and the worst part is he doesn’t even realize it. and so in addition to the usual rush of protective feelings, there’s also this sense of outrage about it all too. and I think that’s the harder part to deal with. here I am, a grown adult, getting really mad over the staggering cruelty of what was done to this fictional character when he was a child. it’s possible there’s some real-life anger and frustration over certain real-life horrific cruelties and injustices that may be bleeding over into this, idk. just, the world is a fucked up place, and my emotional support manga is currently being less than supportive and it’s a struggle sob

anyways sorry about that. meanwhile while I was having a mini breakdown, possibly the most pivotal character development in Tomura’s history was happening and HOLY SHIT THOUGH WAIT UP GUYS

sdfkdsfjwoilkkj BOY!!!!!!!

SOB HOW ARE THERE ONLY TWO PAGES LEFT I’M GONNA CRY THIS CHAPTER WENT BY SO FAST

-- HORIKOSHI WHY ARE YOU CUTTING AWAY FROM THE FLASHBACK OH MY GOD I’M GONNA!!!

FUCK ME, THIS IS WHAT I WAS WAITING FOR SO IMPATIENTLY, SO OF COURSE HORIKOSHI JUST HAD TO FINALLY MAKE IT HAPPEN RIGHT WHEN I WOULD HAVE GIVEN ANYTHING TO NOT CUT AWAY FROM THAT SCENE WE WERE JUST ON. THIS SADISTIC SON OF A...

...hee. but it’s hard to stay mad, though

... :)

:D :D :D

lol what. recall, if you may, that you guys are the ones who basically forced them to come down to your mountain city and kick your asses you dickasaurs

HAHAHAHAHAAA

SDLFKJLSDKFJ AND ALSO OH NOOOOOOOO

OH MY FUCKING GOD. AND THAT’S IT. THAT’S THE FUCKING CHAPTER. WHYYYYY

EAT IT YOU PRICKS, I HOPE GIGANTOMACHIA FLATTENS YOU ALL INTO NEXT WEEK

Tomura looks so freaking sad, you guys. he’s just standing there completely still and he looks like he’s just completely destroyed emotionally

and he said he remembered everything!?! so what the shit am I supposed to do, Horikoshi?? my boy is just standing there with seven fucking fingers and one shoe and so caught up in his sad reverie that he’s seemingly oblivious to the fact that the long-awaited cavalry has finally arrived. kid is maybe 2-3 chapters away from finally triumphing over this bald Disney tree man who talks too much. and not only that, but he’s more than likely going to finally win Gigantomachia’s loyalty in the process. which in turn means he’ll have access to Ujiko and all of his resources

so in short, this boy is minutes away from becoming one of the deadliest and most powerful forces on earth... and I’m pretty sure that right now, at this moment, none of that matters to him one iota

you guys. so what does this mean for future developments?? I’m really going to need him to define “everything” ASAP, for starters. that’s a very vague statement, and its implications could mean the difference between us just having a sadder-than-usual Tomura from this point out, or a Tomura that’s sad but also realizing for the first time that there’s a lot about his past that doesn’t quite add up, or hell, even a Tomura that’s actually out for fucking vengeance against AFO. that last one seems like too big of a jump to happen right away, but dare I at least hope for the second option though? god that would just be the icing on the cake for this fucking perfect arc

now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go do some yoga or chant some mantras or something holy shit. this fucking manga

[weak-battery-acid]

"Your tears only excite me" with Shigaraki please?

(Warning: Non-con! Also, thank you @yoshinoritagi for your incredible idea!)

As much as you didn't want to go so easily, you didn’t have much of a choice, your arms in a firm lock behind you as you sat in the escort vehicle. You were worried about Overhaul of course but you had to worry about yourself first to help him. If only you could get out of these cuffs, then-

Your thoughts were cut short when the driver suddenly hit the breaks, bright blue engulfing the car before your body was tossed to the side, your head crashed into the window of the car and splitting pain struck you before you could feel warm liquid run down your forehead, and like that you were out.

Your moment of unconsciousness was cut short when you woke up, wincing at the throbbing pain in your head. It was far too quiet, the only noise you could hear was faint murmuring amongst the crackling of flames. You shook yourself out of your daze, something happened and this may be your only chance to get to Overhaul. You let out a grunt then a shaky breath. Your head was pounding as you rammed your shoulder into the car door.

It groaned and creaked before breaking open, causing you to land on the ground with a soft thud, but you couldn't stop now. You began to get your footing when the quiet muttering was cut short.

A scream, horse and broken, and definitely pained. You recognized that voice “Overhaul,” you said to yourself. You immediately got to your feet, head swiveling from right to left. You ran in the direction of where you heard it, stumbling a bit, you called out for him your voice was broken and you immediately regretted yelling, ash filling your lungs and burning your airway.

You were trying to be cautious but any caution you had dispersed when you saw him on the ground, the smell of smoke mixed with the smell of blood as you took in the gory scene. His arms were gone, and he was still bleeding out, he looked drained in every sense.

You stared in horror before running over, “Oh god, what have they done to you?!” tears brimmed your eyes as Chisaki weakly looked up to you, your head was spinning as tears streamed down your face, you tried to hold him but suddenly he was ripped away from you. No, you were ripped away from him.

Everything registered at once, a man was pinning you to the ground with a hand around your throat, his face was scarred in patches and a cigarette hung loosely from his mouth. You immediately tried to struggle, but with your hands stilled cuffed behind you, your struggle was meaningless, “St… op-” your cry was choked as the man's grip tightened, you kicked and squirmed but the scarred man on top of you only smirked,

The world seemed to dim around you as you struggled and choked for air, but the vice grip around your throat remained and again you gave way to the cold world of sleep.

---

Dabi lets out a sigh, feeling as you go limp under him. “Hey boss, I think you're gonna want to see this,” Dabi called out, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out. A bit annoyed, Shigaraki made his way over,

“What do you want?” Shigaraki approached Dabi as he stood from a crouched position then stepped aside. Shigeraki's face cracked into a grin as he took in your familiar face, “Well, today just keeps getting better,” Tomura walks over before leaning over your unconscious form, “Dabi, change of plans. Cauterize his wounds, you’re gonna help me take them back to the base,”

---

You groan, your entire body feels sore as you shuffle around on the floor, trying to sit up with your arms tied behind your back. The dull twinge of pain in your head seems to fade a bit as you adjust yourself, and slowly you open your eyes. The room is bright and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, momentarily bringing the pain back, it throbbing in your skull.

Everything feels foggy, but your attention is brought to a figure leaning against the wall at the far side of the room across from you. You get a better look at the figure and you have to hold back a sob as you take it all in. It’s Kai, stained with his own blood, his chest is rising and falling so he’s alive, but not awake. A collar chains him to the wall across from you, he probably would have been able to easily get out but… his arms. The images of Kei’s severed limbs rush into your head and you hold back from gagging, tears loosely falling from your eyes.

“K… Kai? You need to wake up,” you manage out, your voice barely breaking, you see his expression twitch, his eyebrows furrowing in pain, but his eyes don't open. You can feel your throat closing up, “Please, I need you to answer me, Kai,” again your words seem to fall on deaf ears. You feel as a whimper crawls from your throat and can't hold back anymore, your body shakes as you cry out again and again but slowly your sobs fade with any hope of being heard until suddenly a hoarse voice breaks the onesided cries,

“(Y/n)... I’m sorry,” you jump a bit, not having expected a response, but quickly reply happy to hear the familiar voice, even in it’s broken raspy state,

“No, no, no Kai it’s alright, it’s all going to be fine- you’re alright so it’s going to be okay,” you cry out, but your joy is short-lived when the door at the far end of the room opens with a loud screech,

“Ah, perfect! I see you two are awake,” your head swivels to the source of the voice and you feel your blood run cold as you take in the figure. Footsteps echo in the quiet room, each tap causing your anxiety to skyrocket.

“I hope you’re excited for this evening, I have something special planned for the two of you,” worry takes over when you see him approach Kai, kneeling down at his side. He had a devilish grin spread across his face as he took Kai’s jaw into his hand, turning his head to make him look at you, “You know, you should really thank her. I would have left you for dead if she didn’t come around,” Chisaki only grimaced before turning his gaze away from you, you were fuming,

“Don’t touch him,” you said, trying your best to keep your voice even. Shigaraki turned to face you now, he had an odd glimmer in his eyes, one that sent chills down your spine,

“How exciting, I knew this would be a fun game,” the patronizing tone never left Shigaraki’s voice as he spoke, he let go of Kai's face and stood up again, slowly waltzing over to you. You hesitantly shrunk back a bit, but he lazily paced in circles around you as he continued to talk,

“You know, you’re very interesting to me, (Y/n). I mean a female member of the Yakuza! How rare! You must've had to be such a good girl for Overhaul to join their ranks,” You cringed at his words and obvious implications, flushing slightly,

“Shut up,” you muttered, but he only darkly chuckled,

“What? You don’t like my game?” his voice was right next to your ear, and you could even feel his breath graze your neck. You started to tremble uncontrollably, your nerves starting to give way as your eyes tear up again, but Kai intervened,

“Shigaraki,” you looked up to see Kai, you could tell he was furious, “get away from her,” Chisaki’s empty threat seemed to only egg Shigaraki on even further,

“What are you afraid of? That I’ll do something like this?” You gasped, feeling as one hand clenched around your throat, the other pawing at your breast,

“Kai!” You cried out, tears slipping down your reddening cheeks once more,

“STOP!” Kai saw red, watching as filthy hands touched you, yet he could do nothing but watch.

Another dark chuckle crept up Shigaraki’s throat as he toyed with you, the shame on your face and the fury on Overhauls, it was perfect. Shigaraki could feel you tremble and squirm, trying to get out of his grasp,

“This will be fun,” Shigaraki coos in your ear, then suddenly his tongue is running up your neck, leaving a slimy trail of cooling saliva and causing you to shiver,

“P-please… stop,” you sob out, but before you know it, the little clothing you were left with is ripped away from you. You cry out again and pull yourself out of Shigaraki’s grip, falling forward with your face pressed again the floor. You try to get up and scramble away but find yourself pinned down with Shigaraki against your back,

“Aw come on, you’ve been good for Overhaul, now you can be good for me, right?” you shiver, openly sobbing now, feeling Shigaraki’s hard on press against your ass through his pants as he grinds himself against you. He lets out a hum then a breathy laugh.

You can’t even bring yourself to look at Chisaki, you can only imagine the horrified expression on his face as he watches you get defiled by this disgusting man. You gasp suddenly feeling as your hips are pull up, leaving you face down and ass up.

Panic floods your system as Shigaraki’s hand snakes under you and between your legs, his fingers starting to play with your sex. A whimper escapes your throat and you can feel your face flush with embarrassment,

“My my, you’re so sensitive down here (y/n),” you can feel yourself unwillingly growing wet as he continues to touch you when suddenly you gasp as his fingers find their way to your clit.

You can practically feel the sadistic grin against your shoulders as Shigaraki bites into your flesh, leaving bruising marks here and there. Your hips stutter every once and a while as you continue to plea for him to stop.

Your breath hitches and your eyes widen as you feel his finger prodding at your entrance before slowly sliding inside. Your nails dig into your palms as his finger pumps in and out, holding back any noises you can, only to feel a second, then a third finger slide in. You let out a small yelp as he starts to stretch you open further, now pumping and scissoring all three fingers.

“K-Kai, please…” you lift your head, looking at Kai with teary eyes. You can see the hurt in his expression, but you immediately drop your head, grinding back on the fingers fucking into you as pleasure runs up your spine. Streams of tears fall from your eyes as guilty pleasure builds in your body,

“Shigaraki! Stop this!” Kai’s voice is strained as he yells at the man but Shigaraki only laughs,

“But we’re having so much fun, right (y/n)?” You can only sob in response, feeling hot pleasure build in your stomach, you don’t want to cum from this disgusting man, but

“Ah!-” you let out a shriek, feeling pleasure wash over, spreading all the way through your body as you cum around Shigraki’s fingers, “N-no…” You let out defeated sobs as Shigaraki pulls his fingers out of your wet cunt, causing your body to shiver. Shigaraki then stands up and walks over to Kai, leaving you a shaking mess on the ground,

“Overhaul, look” Shigaraki teases, kneeling in front if Chisaki. He holds his soaked fingers in front of Chisaki’s face, “She came for me, isn’t that so sweet?” Chisaki winces, scowling at Shiagraki, but he can see the tears brimming his eyes, “Aw, you poor thing, are you feeling left out? Here, enjoy” Shigaraki grabs Kai's face, squeezing his cheeks to force open his mouth before shoving his soaked fingers inside, Kai gags feeling the fingers prodding the insides of his mouth and hitting the back of his throat.

Shigaraki pulls his hand back, laughing once again as the welled up tears in Kai’s eyes fall down his face, “What are you crying for, Overhaul? Aren’t you happy? I’m being oh so generous with you! Don’t worry, we still have plenty of time for my game,” Shigaraki pats Kai's face, leaving Saliva and cum to dry there before standing back up.

He walks back over to you and once behind you, you hear some rustling and a zipper,

“Shigaraki- please!” Kai's voice is desperate and it causes panic to wash through you. Your eyes widen as you're pulled up by your hair, “C’mon, up we go! I saved the best part for last,” there’s childlike glee in his voice as he forces you to stand on shaky legs, your whole body is trembling and you're forced to lean against Shigaraki for support,

“Think you can go for another round, (y/n)?” before you can even answer you can feel something slip between your legs, pressing against your wet sex. You shudder, turning your head to look at Shigaraki with pleading eyes,

“P-please don’t…” you beg but his grin only stretches wider as you plea. His hand travels down from your hair to your jaw, he turns your head so you're looking at Kai. Your cries pick back up as Shigrakipulls one of your legs up, giving him better access to your pussy before sliding his freed cock against your folds, slicking himself up,

“Are you watching, Overhaul?” he asks, “C’mon watch while I fuck your dear, dear (y/n),” You can see Overhaul attempt to pull himself forward, but the restraint around his neck stops him from getting any father than a foot forward, though he still pushes, the collar squeezing his neck,

“Don't do this Shigraki!” Chisaki yells, practically begging, though his voice is strained from his throat being squeezed.

The head of Shigaraki’s cock rubs at your entrance a few more times before you can feel him start pushing in. You try to pull your hips away but fail, Shigaraki’s cock pushes deep inside of you, painfully stretching open your already sensitive pussy,

“P-please! Take it out! It hurts!” you beg, grossly sobbing and shaking.

"Your tears only excite me,” he murmurs into your ear,

Chisaki can only watch in horror as your defiled and dirtied by Shigaraki. He's powerless and now you’re suffering and it’s all his fault.

Slowly Shigraki starts to pull out, and you can feel a slight relief from the pain, but you shriek when he suddenly slams back inside, pushing as deep as possible. He groans in your ear before continuing to pump himself in and out of your cunt.

You clench your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut trying to ignore the pain, but that becomes difficult as you start to get used to it, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure,

“Mm, (y/n), you’re squeezing me so perfectly, are you enjoying yourself yet?” he asks, the only response is a pathetic noise. Your breaths turn ragged as he pumps in and out of you, you hang your head as pleasure blossoms in your abdomen, but the moment you dip your head you hear a growl in your ear, your face is grabbed roughly and lifted up so you’re looking at Kai,

“Don’t you dare stop looking at him (y/n), you look at him and tell him how it feels,” Shigaraki is breathing heavily as he makes demands of you,

“Don’t make me…” you sob, and again Shigaraki snarls, letting go of your face before reaching down and pinching your nipple and giving it a hard tug causing you to yelp out of pain and suprise,

“Say it!”

“I-I’m sorry,” you cry out, “K-Kai… it f-feels good,” you start crying again, openly sobbing as tears stream down your face,

“That’s a good girl (y/n),” Shigaraki releases your nipple and his hand travels further down, gently rubbing at your clit while he continues to fuck you, you see while as again your orgasm crashes into you. You let out a dragged out scream as you cum around Shigaraki’s cock, your legs shaking as he continues to thrust into you,

“I’m so sorry Kai, please, please, please forgive me,” you pathetically weep, you look to Chisaki to see him clench his jaw, his own tears dripping down his face,

“You’re sick Tomura,” his voice is raspy and his body is weak and limp, he’s broken.

Filthy noises leave your mouth, the more tired you get the less you can hold back, and even though you’ve already climaxed, Shigaraki continues. Your cunt is dripping and oversensitive and your whole body feels overused, though even just the air against your skin feels like electricity causing you to still feel more awake than ever.

“I-It’s too much!” you whine out, “I can’t d-do this, Shigraki please,” it feels disgusting to say his name, especially in such a needy tone of voice, but you really can’t do this, it feels like your leg is going to give out at any second.

You shiver, feeling Shigraki’s rough lips press against your neck, kissing it in an almost loving manner,

“C’mon baby, you can take it can’t you?” his voice is sickeningly sweet for having just been a monster second ago, you shake your head, as you continue to sob, he grins against your neck. Suddenly he pulls out, your other leg is lifted up so you’re no longer on the ground at all, your panting and you can feel how sloppy your sex has become, through your moment of rest is cut short when Shigaraki plunges back inside,

You scream once again as Shigaraki hits even deeper than before, a whole different level of pleasure courses through you and everything feels too hot. You aren’t sure if you’re crying or moaning or both. Your chest heaves as your pressed against Shigaraki’s chest, his cock is throbbing deep inside of you.

A long moan is drawn from you, your toes curling, you can’t tell if you came or not, but your whole body feels hot, and you can feel your cunt dripping, Shigaraki breathlessly laughs,

“You should see your face right now, you look so beautiful like this, completely broken. Tell me how it feels (y/n),” You can only moan in response, you try to talk but your words get jumbled in your mouth. Drool dribbles down your lip while tears dribble down your cheeks, “Haha, I think I really did break her,” Shigaraki cooes, “Poor little fragile thing,” You can only imagine how broken up Chisaki is, to see you in this state, everything about you is a mess, its disgusting.

“Mmm, you feel so good, I think I’m getting close,” Shigaraki purrs, “You want me to cum inside?” His words shake you to your core,

“No- no no please,” you beg with slurred words,

“Hm, how shameful would that be, huh? Overhaul? If I came in your dear sweet (y/n) and got her knocked up with my seed?” Kai was silent for a moment, he knew Shigaraki was trying to get a rise out of him, but he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction,

“D-don’t…” Kai’s voice was weak, you could take from how his voice shook he’d been crying and that alone made your sobbing start up again

There was a hoarse moan in your ear as Shigarakis pace turned erratic, you could feel him twitch inside of you, then he suddenly buried himself as deep as possible, holding your shaking form there as thick ropes of warm semen shot up into you. You could feel yourself clenching around him, your own oversensitive sex twitching as he fills your insides, your mouth was left open in a silent cry, all you could do was take whaat was given to you.

Shigaraki let out a shaky yet satisfied sigh, lifting your up so his now softening cock could slip out, cum dripping out soon after. Shigaraki set you down at Kai's feet, your chest heaving as you let yourself lay there. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Kai even if you had the energy. Everything hurt and you were too tired to do anything for than breath, not to mention how filthy you felt inside and out.

Right now, you just wanted to sleep.

Hey! Thanks for requesting! Sorry this took so long! I put a lot of work into it ^^ please enjoy!

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Target [Dabi x ua!Reader] Chapter 7

I really don’t even want to excuse myself, but I kinda have to because I don’t know when the next update it’s gonna be up and it’s for the exact same reason so...

Hey guys, it’s me... after so much time. First of all I wanna thank the ones that reached out to me through my ask box (I will answer those in a sec) and through PM. I am okay, just crazy busy I suppose. We got a new project in the place I work so it’s really been consuming my life for the past month... that and college. So yeah, it’s been hard. i haven’t even been able to reblog or so much like posts here on tumblr aaaand I’m still dealing with it so while I wanna promise that the next update will be up soon I don’t wanna lie to you guys. I’m not saying ‘IT’S GONNA TAKE MONTHS!!!!’ because it can take only days or weeks, but it depends... and I don’t wanna compromise. 

Anyways, feels good to be back and update this. Feels good to dive in in this story as well... I’ve missed it. 

I hope you enjoy this chapter, tho. Please let me know. 

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Dabi felt like he lost a small battle when he sent Twice to give the girl her next meal after the ‘incident’ or whatever that type of situation could be called.

It felt like somehow he complied what she ordered him to do, and following orders never sat well with him. So, he kinda was cursing at himself right now for ‘giving in’ in some way.

It wasn’t because he wanted to please her in any way, though. It was mostly because of her words left him mute at that moment.

“Just tell me what you want from me”

The fact that he didn’t even have an answer for himself was pissing him off.

What was the true reason why he was the one who was acting as a maid?

Shigaraki didn’t ask him to do so. He didn’t even mention the girl once when he talked to him these past days (he did mention her to the other members of the League, though. Dabi found that quite odd but haven’t really commented on it. It’s not like he was interested anyways).

It just sort of happened before he could even realize what was going on.

The first morning in the new base Twice was sent in his civilian outfit to get something to eat for the prisoner. It seemed that it only downed to them that the girl hasn’t really eaten anything in more than a day, and it wouldn’t really be convenient if she died on them accidentally. Killing her would be more profitable.

Twice returned quickly from his small trip to the nearest grocery store, possibly because one of his ‘sides’ somehow had a little soft spot for the girl. He was quick to put on his suit again and heat up a small cup of instant noodles before rushing to her ‘room’. All while Dabi’s eyes followed his every move from the only couch that the base had, that was conveniently placed somewhere with a very great view of her door.

Magne was sent to the grocery store later in the day, since Shigaraki trusted her with food much more than anyone else in the place. She returned a couple of hours later, casually commenting that she only stole half of the stuff she brought with her.

Spinner then offered to help with the food. They made omurice for the League and lazily put some frozen nuggets in the small oven for the prisoner.

The next thing Dabi knew was that he snatched her tray of food just before Twice could get his hands on it.

“I’ll take care of it” The words slipped out of his mouth.

He could feel Shigaraki’s eyes on him as he made his way towards the girl’s room.

He brushed it off.

It wasn’t the first time something like this happened to him. It’s been happening for the past years of his life. He unconsciously realized he wanted to do something and he did it. No doubts, no questions asked, no overthinking.

He functioned better this way, and he liked functioning this way, too.

He won’t ever get ordered around again, he won’t ever hast for permission or give explanations for his actions.

Once he got in front of her door, he simply unlocked it and opened it up to then see her laying on her bed with her back facing him.

She didn’t turn around or flinch, she didn’t even tense up. In fact, she seemed quite comfortable where she was, considering she was currently kidnaped by villains and held somewhere unknown.

He found that quite odd.

He began to walk towards her, expecting her to turn around at some point, but she didn’t. It was only when he was close enough to the bed that she did turn.

He clearly saw how her eyes turned from slightly confused to completely horrified.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a bit pleased by that.

Horrified eyes instantly turned into a death glare, though.

She turned her back to him again, and spat out “I’m not hungry” in such an angered way that Dabi couldn’t keep the corners of his mouth from lifting up.

He carefully placed the tray on her bed, and simply settled to sit laying on the opposite wall.

Again, he didn’t know why. But something about her being all tensed up now made him stay and watch.

It didn’t take long to watch her explode.

She got up and snapped at him like a rabid puppy –quite amusingly if he may add- while he simply looked at her lazily. He could see that she was fighting the urge to hit him with something, but she was smarter than that.

Because it definitely wouldn’t be pretty for her if she dared to touch him.

When she finally gave in and ate, he felt something he was sure he never felt before in his life.

Dabi liked challenge, to an extent. A very, very short extent if he was being honest.

After his entire childhood and puberty was a constant competition he wasn’t very fond of the feeling in a certain way.

He didn’t like the fact that when he was competing against something or someone, somehow, he felt like he didn’t have his own rails. He felt like someone else had control over him, and it would only give him that sour taste in his mouth he was very familiar with from the past.

Still, he found that he did enjoy certain challenges now. Like challenging over power, over control. It was mostly involved with his villain ‘job’ per say. Otherwise, his life was pretty careless, lazy or easy going.

He didn’t give a shit about most things.

But now, seeing that oddly mixture of challenge yet fear in her eyes he couldn’t help but feel a pull towards it.

What was going on in this girl’s mind?

He knew that he was pretty much hideous.

Burns and staples all over his face was a look straight out of a horror movie. He knew that she knew his quirk was pretty much devastatingly powerful as well. Lethal. And he was also positive that people were able to tell that feelings weren’t really fond of him so ‘mercy’ or ‘compassion’ were definitely not written across his forehead.

While she was being partially smart to be afraid of him, she was also being partially stupid to snap on him like that or look at him in a challenging way at all.

She was lucky he was curious enough about her not to roast her off to a better life for simply daring to annoy him.

Oh-

That was it.

He was curious. He was curious about her.

And he had plenty reasons to be.

Her past, her insistence of fighting even if she doesn’t stand a chance, her self-sacrificial antics, her wishes to be a heroine.

But most important of all, the feelings that she expressed every time her parents were mentioned. Feelings that mirrored his own perfectly.

He figured that he wanted to know exactly how things went down. He wanted to know everything, from the beginning. Perhaps it was because he never really encountered anyone that has been through a similar situation or whatever; he didn’t really care what his inner-unconscious motives were after all.

But it wasn’t only that…

If he was being honest he never really had any experiences with girls (obviously not romantically speaking) other than family or Toga (that didn’t count because she was batshit crazy, so, she wasn’t really a reference). He never got a chance to. But, even still, he knew that this particular girl was not ordinary.

Before she asked that damned question that left him mute as an idiot he would confidently say that the reason why he kept on being the one that gave her meals was because he was curious and he wanted to observe her like she was some rare animal in the zoo (not that he ever went to the zoo, but… whatever). But after she asked that he realized that what he was doing was actually pointless, considering that 99% of the time she would be ignoring him or snapping at him. So, what was there to ‘learn’ that would satisfy his curiosity if he was just sitting there for half an hour or so watching her do pretty much nothing?

That’s why he sent Twice in today, and he was mentally kicking himself for it. Not just because in some way he did what she told him to, but also because he let stupid, meaningless words to affect him enough to overthink them.

What did he want from her?

To join them? No. Not really.

Mostly because she hated her parents and she doesn’t want to follow their steps.

So, if it wasn’t that, what was it?

The only thing left (besides the curiosity issue) was that he now acknowledged and accepted in a way that he enjoyed being challenged by her.

When she threw the tray of food making it crash and splatter all over the floor he felt a sudden rush of anger in his blood. He was furious. Because how dare this helpless school girl defy him in any way?

But part of him enjoyed it as well. The challenge.

And maybe that was the reason why he was with her lunch on one hand while unlocking and opening the door with the other.

It was the first time she wasn’t facing backwards to the door. In fact, she was sitting cross-legged on the bed while reading a book. It was also the first time he saw her in a different set of clothes and with her hair down and slightly wet.

He instantly remembered that Twice was sent to buy some clothes for her early in the morning after Shigaraki said ‘We’re still freaking recruiting her or did every of you idiots forget about that already?’

She was now wearing a simple yellow T-shirt and some sports shorts. Both too incredibly large for her, but then again he couldn’t even imagine what shopping with Twice would be like.

The book was probably doing of the side of Twice that thought the girl was a toddler.

She lifted her gaze right after the door closed behind him and he saw how her eyes widened slightly before returning to her reading.

He did the exact same thing as any other day: Place the food tray on her bed and go straight to sit in the exact same spot he always did.

It was kind of surprising to hear her talk right away.

“I thought you were finally released from maid duty” She said without even bothering to look up from her book.

A chuckle threatened to escape his throat.

Yeah, this girl is definitely not ordinary.

“Missing Twice already?” He said mockery pretty clear in his voice. “Sorry to disappoint you, princess, but he seems to have a thing for Toga” He said looking straight at her with a smirk in his face. “Part of him, at least”

She sent him a vicious death glare, but turned to her book right after.

“Rather be with him than with you” She merely commented, as casual as she could.

“Ouch” He simply said and she glared at him again.

She closed the book for a moment and grabbed the tray, placing it on top of her knees to then calmly starting to eat the gyudon that was in front of her, flinching and scrunching her nose right after tasting the first bite.

He didn’t blame her. Compress cooked today and it was a complete disgustingly disaster.

She kept on eating, though.

“Why did you come back?” She casually asked like she was talking about the weather. “To burn me again?”

“I didn’t burn you” He answered after a few seconds. Yeah, he wordlessly threatened to but his palm wasn’t hot enough to actually burn her.

“Right” She said, and after sipping some water she continued. “Why not, though? Will get you in trouble?”

She was taunting him.

He narrowed his eyes just barely at her to then smirk ever so slightly.

“Not at all” he said. “I just thought that burning you isn’t a really effective way to convince you to join” He said the first thing that came to mind.

“Yet you burned Bakugou and you were trying to ‘convince’ him, too”

His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly at the sudden mention of the angry boy’s name.

“Still mad about that?” He asked at first. “I didn’t know you two were friends. Want me to send him an ‘I’m sorry’ card? I can add that you say ‘Hi’”

She quickly avoided his gaze with her jaw clenched.

They both stayed quiet for a few moments.

“Why don’t you just kill me?” She asked, breaking the silence.

The question definitely startled him.

“Huh?” He said, hiding completely his curiosity and startlement about the question.

She looked at him, dead in the eye.

“You heard me”

“You want me to kill you?” He asked. He didn’t take her for the cowardly type. In the few days she’s been captured, and ever since seeing her for the first time even, he thought that she was a pain in the ass, in a good way… sort of. That annoyingly persistent type of person that won’t stop pissing you off and wont budge until they got what they wanted.

The death exit definitely seemed coward compared to the initial impression he got from her.

What was off of this whole conversation was the lack of fear or desperation in her eyes while talking about death.

“Not necessarily you” She shrugged. “I mean the whole... Villains Gang or whatever the hell you guys call yourselves”

“’Villains Gang’?” He mentally scoffed.

“Y’all know I won’t join you” she continued. “I know you know” She said, referring to him in particular. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill me off and show it to the world?” She added, eyes never leaving his. “That’s still a win, isn’t it? That way you’ll still win and the Heroes lose. So what are you waiting for?”

He wanted to laugh at himself for being startled before, so he did. He let out a quiet snort.

Of course she was challenging him, again.

He didn’t know what her ultimate goal was but she was trying to get under his skin.

“I hope you’re aware that you’re playing with fire here, sweetheart” He warned.

“I didn’t know you were the punny type” She said completely disregarding his threat with an ‘innocent’ look on her face.

He chuckled again and started to walk towards her, getting a sickly pleasant feeling once he saw her tense up as fear flashed through her eyes for a moment.

He simply took her food tray with one hand while with the other he softly brushed hair out of her color drained face while looking straight into her eyes dangerously.

“You truly are something else, I’ll give you that” He said as he softly let go of her. “Just don’t get too comfy around here, okay?”

And then he left.

X

If Bakugou could blast the world off and turn it to ash, he would. He would, without a single doubt.

It’s been four days of coming and going to the Police station to check if they managed to get the lead of something –anything- but those fuckers where complete and utter incapable idiots.

It also seemed that without All Might and Best Jeanist the heroes turned into incapable idiots as well.

He kicked forcefully the door of his house, snapping it open soundly as he stomped through the halls making his way to his room.

“Katsuki?” His mother said as she got out of the kitchen. “Any news? Do they know anything about her?”

He didn’t answer; he simply stomped his way up the stairs and closed his door forcefully almost snapping it in two.

His hands were itchy, so unbearably itchy.

He needed to blast something off -or several somethings- before he went mad.

He was an incapable idiot, too.

How could he allow something like this to happen!? How did he even allow himself to get kidnapped in the first place!?

He sighed, his shoulders trembling slightly out of rage because of his last thought.

He was actually glad he was kidnapped, in a way.

He was glad that at least at the beginning that girl wasn’t on her own.

They should’ve stayed together. Either free or captive, but together.

He was supposed to become the world’s greatest hero, yet he allowed himself to get saved by a sacrifice.

He was at his home, safe and sound, while who knows where or how she was.

He should’ve gotten free of Kirishima’s grasp and tried to save her or sacrifice instead or at least get captured again with her.

His mind hasn’t stopped for a single second ever since he saw how she was carried by the crusty bastard through the portal, disappearing from his sight. Every single second was filled with her.

He couldn’t stop chastising himself, blaming himself and cursing himself after everything.

He was an incapable idiot. He was weak, and useless, and stupid.

He felt like shit, and the rumors running around the country weren’t helping either.

Instead of worrying about her most people were already dissing her.

Saying that she’d probably joined The League already.

Fuckers.

He was gonna find her, he was gonna bring her back and he was gonna prove all those fuckers wrong. She was gonna prove them wrong.

And he will make those bastards of The League of Villains pay.

Notes:

 I truly hope you enjoyed this....

Anyways, I’ve gotten several concerned reviews about a few issues so I guessed I should adress them to help calm down the insecurities of some of you:

Regarding Stockholm Syndrome: I am not really going for that... I mean yes, this is a romantic fanfic and yes our Reader/OC is captured but that’s really not exactly what I’m going for... I have the plot in my head already and while I can’t really give you details, I can assure you that it’s not gonna happen that way.

Regarding OverPowering: I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again: I hate overpowered characters. I hate superman and I don’t like Captain America or any of those characters that are god send or ‘chosen ones’ or just invincible characters. I like characters with flaws, with drawbacks, with weaknesses. I like them to be human and relatable because i like to feel related to them. So don’t worry about that. She won’t become supergirl in the future or ever to be honest. 

Regarding the ‘She’ll join the league’ theory: She won’t. Oops. 

I know a lot of you want this, but I didnt create a strong willed character with strong convictions and dreams and beliefs and views just so she can forget about everything because of a boy of all things. Sorry, but nope. 

That doesn’t mean that Dabi is gonna switch sides either. Just wait and see. 

I guess that’s all... 

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Hey ! It's that villain anon, my apology for not articulating my words correctly ! I'd been thinking a villain with just the default Stain ideals that didn't believe in harming children (cause even as a villain, who would hurt a child ??)

You didnt tell me who you’d wanna have the reader attack, so i chose Tomura. *finger guns* its cool Anon, i get what ya mean. Also, anyone in the league is cool with child murder its a fact. Maybe not so much Spinner, but everyone else is pretty much on board for some child murder, FUN TIMES.

You saw it from across the line of battle, beyond the heads of students who were fighting with everything they had to defend themselves and their school, you saw it. The fire in his eyes. Who he was fighting, you hadn’t been sure, but one swift upper cut of your fist and the young hero you had been fighting went limp- falling to the loose gravel and dirt poking out of blood splattered grass. They had fought hard, and sadly lost against you despite their efforts.

They would be alright, you knew this, just a few minor fractures or maybe a concussion, and in the end your opponent would be fine.

But the child challenging Tomura Shigaraki would not.

The student was one you had recognized many times before, with wild emerald locks and a constellation of freckles. He was fit, and one would have assumed he could have taken Tomura easy if it wasn’t for the older man’s quirk. He had even knocked the mask your leader wore clean off his face, and it sat forgotten in the rubble of the chaos surrounding everyone.

Tomura kept lunging, while the green haired boy kept meeting him head on. They parryed and met in a cloud of undeniable power, oh so close to abusing the life out of each other.

You were a villain. It was expected that there would be casualties from the students sides, but you had prayed they would have been accidents. But this, this battle you were witnessing as you barreled through the line to fire, this was intentional. This was a personal attack for Tomura Shigaraki, and this child would not walk away from this fight alive- unless you did something that is.

You danced from others as they struggled to attempt to engage you in another battle, the students of UA desperate to fight back with everything they had. Still, your evasions were easy and you were closing in to Tomura and the student, mind racing.

What were you going to do? You didn’t know. What was going to happen later? Did it matter? The child was innocent. He didn’t understand, he was unaware of the outcome to come, and despite your beliefs, you knew the wavy haired boy did not deserve the ruthless death was would receive at the hand of Tomura.

You were closer now, closer than you should have dared to be, practically flying across the battlefield. You could hear them shouting, the taunting calls from the pale haired man you called your leader, the cries of frustration from the young UA student.

The boy launched himself, thinking he caught Tomura with his guard down, only to have Tomura rip his arm to the side and send an invisible wave of power from the students hand out that ruptured the ground and sent the earth splintering in all directions. With lightning speed, the boys throat was captured between four fingers and his body was thrown into the air, held by a tight grip. Tomura watched as scarred hands came to grab his wrist, his own scarlet hues narrowing in satisfaction.

“Midoriya, I will certainly enjoy this!” Tomura gloated, throwing a hand back and tossing it back down to the boy, Midoriya’s, horrified face.

Or, he would have, if you hadn’t dived in and ripped Tomura’s lean form back, causing his hand to only hit the air. You drove your weight into him, catching his startled expression right before you spun out of control. The two of you went flying, spiraling far away from Midoriya, who fell uselessly to the ground and gulped greedy breaths of air.

You felt blunt nails claw at your throat, but ducked quickly from a deadly grip and heard the roar of rage beneath you.

“[Last Name!]” Your leader vibrated with a fire you couldn’t begin to explain, fear shooting through her body and heart beating erratically.

You struggled to hold him down, words and reasons caught for now behind your terrified mask. Tomura screaming obscenities and throwing his weight around in attempt to toss you off.

“You’re dead! You’re fucking dead! I’ll turn you to dust you stupid bastard!”

You straddled his chest, pinning his hands to the ground and screamed back at him, with the same amount of animosity.

“He is a child! A child Tomura Shigaraki!”

Tomura threw his head back, arching his back, kicked his legs. He made every attempt to escape your hold and expelled his fury, pupils near slits and practically foaming at the mouth. You shot a look over your shoulder, finding the Midoriya boy to be attempting to rise, your eyes widening.

“Don’t!” you warned, whipping your head back around to Tomura as his knee connected painfully with your spin, his obnoxiously long legs becoming just as much of a problem as his deadly touch. His fingers flexed, itching to shove themselves across your face and turn you to dust.

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare fucking leave this battle, Izuku Midoriya!” Tomura shrieked, finally gaining the attention you had hoped he wouldn’t from your comrades.

“Run!” You shouted over Tomura’s rant. “Run, Izuku Midoriya!”

You couldn’t be sure he took your advice, your attention focused on subduing the man under you, and the warp gate that flickered a dark violet that appeared at your side.

You felt the ghost of a grip on your waist, which dragged you off the ranting mad man, and dropped you through the warp gate.

You fell in a eerily familiar place, the bar of The League.

You had been expelled from the mission.

You were in trouble.

In fact, you thought, settling on your knees and rubbing anxiously at your chest.

You were dead.

Dull thuds of footfalls were heard as another portal opened, Dabi appearing, followed closely by Spinner. Each of them look like they had seen hell, covered in ash, blood and dirt. Normally they would be grinning, two boys who loved to battle such as they did, but at that moment, they wore somber looks.

“He wants us to kill you.” Dabi said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You fucked up his chance to finally kill that Izuku kid.”

Spinner dropped to the ground beside you, kneeling and searching your eyes. “What the fuck do you do that for? Do you know what you just fucking did?”

You looked between them before rubbing at your jaw,  shaking your head. “Stain. Stain wouldn’t want Izuku to die. No one innocent like those students either.”

“You fucked up, [First Name].” Dabi muttered, scratching at his temple before nodding to the door with a tight frown. “Run.”

You straightened yourself, brows furrowing. “I’m not going to run.”

“Run.” Spinner mirrored Dabi’s words. “We’ll tell Shigaraki you were already gone.”

“I’m not going to run-”

“Then walk.” Spinner grabbed under your arms, hauling you up and shoving you at the door. “But get outta here.”

You stumbled, catching yourself on the bar counter and snapping you head to the boys. “I-”

“Go.” Dabi insisted, pointing to the exit. “This is your last fucking chance. I mean it. You were our comrade once. I don’t want to kill a fellow Stain Idealist, neither does Spinner. So get the fuck out of here, and don’t look back.”

You struggled to find an argument, but their eyes were screaming for you to listen, pleading with you to escape. So, with one last look to them both, you fled.

It wasn’t until you flew outside the front door that you heard a familiar roar of anger, and Tomura’s voice could be heard, shouting your name for all the neighbourhood to hear.

Did he follow you? No.

Did you almost hope he would, if just so you could finish what you started? Yes.

[i-cant-sing]

Clingy baby tomura 🥺

Yeah you say "🥺" now, but wait until you actually have to live with him for the rest of your life.

Clingy baby Tomura who literally does not go to sleep because he's busy screaming and crying for you to come back to his bed.

You used to entertain him when he was still a little baby, but when you started seeing how he was becoming attached to only you, and refused to interact with anyone but with his family, having breakdowns whenever you're not in the same room as him, Kai convinced you that it was time for him to try to sleep in his own bed.

It's not like he was alone. No, no, his siblings were also sleeping in the same room as him, their beds next to each other. And you were sure to remember to leave a night light on and sing him a couple of lullabies, tell them a dozen stories, and you only left the room when he finally fell asleep.

But right around 1 am is when all he'll broke loose. Tomura had woken up and started crying when he noticed you weren't there. Toga and Dabi woke up too because of his crying and tried to calm him down, but he kept on crying. The nanny and the maids tried to lull him back to sleep but he was inconsolable, screaming at them to bring his mother. It got to the point when his own tears started irritating him, and he began scratching his eyes and cheeks harshly, which would irritate him more, and the cycle would repeat.

Finally, one of the maids got to the Secret Service to wake you up, and when you came running to the triplets room, you were horrified to see the sight in front of you. Dabi and Toga sat on one corner of the room, clutching each other for comfort as they watched their brother throw a fit over your absence. And Tomura? He was being held by one of the maids because he refused to stop scratching his face up, his face that now had red lines all over and was covered in his tears and snot. As soon as Tomura saw you, he immediately began thrashing again in the maids grip, crying for you.

You walked over and let him jump into your arms, letting him dig his fingers into your shoulders and sob into your chest, his voice raw from all the screaming. Once you had calmed him down, you called over your other kids too, letting them cling to you for comfort too.

You took them all back to your bed and let them sleep there, Toga and Dabi slept by your sides while Tomura slept on your chest, still afraid that you'd leave him again.

And while he does grow up to eventually sleep in his own bed, he still scratches himself up whenever he's away from you for too long. It's an anxious habit of his.

[sunshinepunches]

Tomura gets a kiss at the kissing booth

Warning: Major character death i’m serious

Shigaraki/reader Words: 1.7k

Also posted on ao3 😳😏

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His first kiss.

He was gonna get a kiss today at the University open day and that was gonna be it. Then those whore bastards, Dabi and Takami, couldn’t say anything ever again. Well, they could still make fun of his virginity, but not his kiss virginity. How was he gonna do it, you ask? The cheerleading club had opened up kissing booths to raise funds for charity. That’s how he was gonna do it.

There were several booths, all with cute girls in them, they were the cheerleading squad after all, in their cheerleading outfits too, tight tops and tiny skirts. He nearly chickened out, but stood in line at the nearest one before he could. He quivered excitedly on the spot. The girl at the counter was cute. That being said they were all cute.

When he reached the counter the girl took one look at him, “Oh ew,” she said.

Tomura panicked. Ah. He didn’t think it was that bad? Was it his face? He showered yesterday?

“Look, I’ve already gone overtime, and I really don’t wanna touch anymore compsci nerds like you.” She looked harried and Tomura had no idea how she knew he did compsci, “where the fuck is Y/N?” She pulled a University branded sweatshirt over her tiny top, “God, I can’t believe they’re whoring us out like this,” and flounced off, clearly very over it.

Thus leaving Tomura, horrified, stuck to the spot. Had that really happened? Had a kissing booth girl denied him a kiss? He felt far too ashamed to join the other line. Some of the students were eyeing him with mixed amusement and pity. God, he just wanted to disappear. He started to stiffly walk away, scratching his neck anxiously, when he heard you.

“Wait! Oh my god. Wait, just wait! Please don’t leave.” You dove heroically behind the stand, dragging your sweatshirt over your head, messing up your bouncy hair.

Tomura goggled. It was you. Cheer squad captain. 3rd Year Bachelor of Physiotherapy. One heck of a Big Deal on campus and an Absolute Bombshell of a woman. Saved a cat from being run over once, rumours said you stopped the car with your bare hands, other rumours said you picked the car up off the cat’s broken body and set the bones yourself.

“Y/N” Tomura whispered.

“Yeah, Oh dear god you know me. I am so, so sorry.” You bowed your head deeply at him. “I am,” you looked at your arm which didn’t have a watch on it, “like, really late.”

“That’s ok,” said Tomura tightly. He had an erection seeing you take the sweatshirt off and he hated himself for it. Your hair looked so soft, he wanted to die in it.

“And oh gosh, I- have seen you around campus haven’t I?” You sure had. He knew exactly where the cheer club did their weekly training, next to the swimming pool, on the oval and he’d always sit himself on the bench looking very hard at the flipping skirts while tapping away at his code. Once, you sat down next to him, sweaty after yelling out instructions at your team and bent down to retie your shoelaces. You smiled at him mindlessly and flung your messy hair back up into a ponytail, sweat dripping down your neck. It was the best moment of his life, and he figured that was the closest he’d ever get to a girl. He didn’t even make it home, he had to limp off into the pool bathrooms and jerk one out right there.

“And, sorry, your name was?”

Tomura wasn’t jerking off in the pool bathrooms, he was standing there, staring at your tits. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um, Tomura?”

You smiled. It was as beautiful as that time on the oval. Tomura melted a little bit. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He already felt himself getting stiff.

“Well, Tomura, would you like a kiss?”

Would he like a kiss? He could die happy just being offered one. He would get run over in place of that cat for a whole kiss!

“It’s for charity,” you continued brightly as if you read his shellshocked arousal for hesitation, “We’re raising funds for kids with cancer at the local hospital. We’re even gonna have our mascot go to the hospital for the sick kids! I think that’s really nice, it’s something fun for them to get their mind off things!”

Tomura was glad those kids were dying from cancer because it meant this opportunity. He shakily took out his wallet and dropped a fifty into the donation jar.

Your perfect mouth o’d at the donation. “Oh, how generous Tomura! Thankyou so so much, hopefully we can reach our target sooner.”

You were so sweet, he would pay a thousand if it meant you never kissed anyone else ever again. But his heart was beating very fast and it was seemingly getting unbearably hot.

He swallowed, mouth dry, “yeah, uh, goodluck. Hope you guys get it.”

You smiled again, it was brighter somehow than the damn sun. It was blisteringly hot actually. Wasn’t there a cool breeze before? He was sure of it because he was looking at skirts all day. And what was up with his heart slamming against his chest? Well he was kinda about to kiss a Big Deal so that was normal.

You looked concerned at him. Noo he didn’t like seeing you frown. Your lips seemed to be moving slower than your words, “Are you okay? Tomura?” Oh, you were worried about him, that was super cute actually. You could frown a bit more if it was over him.

He found he couldn’t reply, but actually he couldn’t breath either. It really was so hot and blurry, and it wasn’t just because you were hot. Everything was hot and blurry.

Tomura passed out.

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Tomura came to pillowed on a soft lap and a tender hand stroking his sweaty forehead with a cool handkerchief. Cheerleaders tittered above him and hovered about, curious. He could see up their skirts...

“Everyone! If we could give him some space please!”

No he didn’t need space, he needed a face full of hot cheerleader ass. Your spandex bound tits came into view, actually he decided he didn’t need other girls. “Tomura? Are you alright?” You gently stroked his hair, and he pushed into it weakly. It felt really nice. And he was right next to pussy. It was going straight to his cock.

“I had the nurse check up on you and it seems like you had a panic attack. Oh you poor thing,” you murmured at him, eyes glistening with pity. You had such nice manicured hands and they were just scratching his scalp in a delicious way. He needed to cum.

“Oh, the nurse said to hydrate you.” You proffered a pink bottle, “Oh sorry, it’s mine, I hope you don’t mind.” He shot up and snatched it from you and took several greedy gulps.

You giggled. Tomura thought it was a nice sound.

“Seems like you’re feeling better.”

Tomura sunk back down onto your lap and meekly handed the bottle back. “Just thirsty, still don’t feel good,” he half lidded his eyes, and breathed in your flowery perfume. He hoped you bought his excuse. He’d like to stay forever.

“Aw, ok,” you sounded genuinely disappointed. “I just thought I could give you your kiss if you were up to it.”

Tomura’s ear twitched.

You continued playfully, “but if you’re not feeling up to it then...”

Tomura opened his eyes with a snap and narrowed them at you, “I feel well enough for a kiss-,” he said snappishly, then caught himself and coughed as if ill, “I think,” he corrected, pretending to struggle to get up. You pushed him down again, getting on top of him, pushing your plush tits to his chest.

“You really think so?” You said, licking your lips. “I don’t wanna hurt you again.”

“No, no, this is good, this is fine.” He nodded eagerly, hoping you weren’t feeling his rock hard stiffie. Oh, you were, you were grinding on it, that was hot.

“Okay then” you breathed. You touched your lips to his tenderly, belying the fact that you were grinding your hot core against his zippered erection. Tomura grunted, opening his mouth, enjoying the wet hot slide and the perfect way your mouths slotted together. And oh, you had his lower lip between your teeth. Tomura was sure he would faint again. You only nipped him gently before returning to your passionate makeout session. The hotness of it was giving Tomura enough courage to run his hand up your sides. You whimpered and grasped his hand, shoving it under your skirt. Tomura’s head combusted. He could feel the swell of your thigh and the slick slide of your tongues against each other, he didn’t know what to focus on at all. You ended the kiss with a gross pop and Tomura could see there was still a drip of saliva connecting your mouths. “Oops,” you giggle, diving in for a naughty peck which broke the saliva string. You twirled a finger through your long gorgeous hair, “Got a little carried away.”

Tomura nodded in agreement. “Yeah same.” And at that point he decided he could die happy.

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You couldn’t believe it. Tomura fainted. He gave you fifty bucks and passed the heck out, twitching disturbingly on the ground and frothing at the mouth.

You’d called an ambulance immediately of course. A man just went down! How could you not?

They’d been fussing around inside for almost an hour now. And it wasn’t looking good.

A tired looking nurse emerged from the back of the ambulance, “Sorry, are you family? Anyway, uh the kid’s dead, sorry,” he told you, “He had a heart attack.” Your team tittered behind you, gasps and other noises of horror.

Some guy yelled unhelpfully “Y/N just killed a guy!!”

Dear God, you supposed you had. That wasn’t a rumour you’d live down so easy. Not after the cat incident. And the poor guy didn’t even get his kiss.

But you were keeping the fifty.