#god shigaraki is so gorgeous

[infinitycybernetics]

Happy Birthday to my favourite character in all of MHA 💙💙💙💙💙🎉

[kozumaguchi]

Attractive things BNHA guys do

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Warnings - Suggestive especially in Denki's & Shigaraki's... Swearing but not a lot.

Characters - Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Iida, Denki, Sero, Dabi, Shigiraki, Keigo, Tamaki, & Aizawa.

Midoriya who's eyes become soft and warm everytime they meet yours, love pouring through with every glance.

Midoriya who never hesitates to get on his knees to tie your shoes, or press his chest to yours as he ties your apron in science.

Midoriya who hums sleepily as your lay on his chest. His voice raspy yet soft as his hands stroke your back.

Bakugo who never averts his eyes from yours when you talk, his bright red irises concentrated on your soothing voice.

Bakugo sucks his teeth and tsks when he's frustrated or nervous about something, only ever happening before or after a battle.

Bakugo who will walk around with a tooth brush in his mouth and a towel loosely hanging from his hips, in your apartment.

Todoroki who always has a hand gently pressed to the middle of your back when walking, sometimes stroking it at a crosswalk.

Todoroki who whispers questions to you when he's lost in a conversation, unaware of how close his lips are to the shell of your ear.

Todoroki who wipes the icing or crumbs from your face with his thumb, before placing the thumb between his lips.

Kirishima who pulls the bottom of his shirt up over his head before sliding the rest off of his arms... Totally unaware of how hot it looked.

Kirishima who always ends up rolling up his sleeves at formal events, mostly due to getting hot from the intense lighting and your gorgeous outfit.

Kirishima who stretches right after he gets out of bed, shirtless, messy hair, and deep tired voice. Flexing and groaning right in front of you.

Iida who always aggressively takes off his tie as if it's been annoying him all night, ruffling through his hair once it's untied.

Iida who offers his coat to you even on the coldest day of the year, even if you assure him it's okay it will still end up on your shoulders.

Iida who has a god tier morning voice, because it's so raspy from being so loud so often but so deep because he's tired.

Denki who drives with an elbow resting outside of the window, completely relaxed as he turns up his favorite song on the radio.

Denki who is hands down the loudest in bed, he has no shame in screaming your name and saying the dirtiest things even if people could hear you two.

Denki who sings along to the most crude and spicy songs with a casual expression, only beginning to smirk when you get flustered.

Sero who constantly sends you playful winks throughout the day, especially in class whenever your eyes meet.

Sero who always manages to tease you without saying a word, a simple shit eating grin or sly smirk plastered on his face as you tell him to stop teasing.

Sero who traces your hands when cuddling in bed, his slender long fingers running along your palm as you focus on your show.

Dabi who is always cracking something, his neck, his fingers, or even his back. He let's out the most lewd gasp everytime, knowing how much he's affecting you.

Dabi who rolls his eyes at the dumb shit someone is ranting about, making you laugh quietly while it goes unnoticed.

Dabi who often challenges you to every simple things, finding it hot when you get all riled up and cheer over his defeat.

Shigaraki who has a scary but hot laugh, scary if you are on his bad side or not close with him, and hot if you're dating him.

Shigaraki who bites your lip after most kisses, knowing it always makes you want more than just kisses.

Shigaraki who smacks your thigh when you beat him at a game or tease him, but it's most often when he's giving you oral and you can't stop shaking.

Keigo who can't sit like a normal person, and often watches you while working with his chin against the back of his office chair and arms draping off the side.

Keigo who quickly picks you up and carries you away from either someone your about to punch in the face or people who are harassing you.

Keigo who casually cages you against the walls of his apartment, smirking at your surprised expression and lack of eye contact.

Tamaki who always runs his hands through his hair, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips since its getting in his eyes too often.

Tamaki who's jaw tenses up when he's focused, unaware of how sharp and noticeable it is while he's studying with you.

Tamaki who licks his lips a lot while telling you about his day, confused when you kiss him multiple times in the middle of his sentence.

Aizawa who never takes up a seat on a busy bus or train, giving it to kids or women... Or occasionally old men.

Aizawa who always walks around the house with a messy bun, loose strands ticking his cheeks as he makes you a cup coffee for the day.

Aizawa who unknowingly bites on the inside of his cheeks when he's either mad or turned on, showing off his already sharp facial features and structure.

[mushroommanstan]

Bullet Holes

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Shigaraki x nurse reader

Warnings: smut, handjob, noncon

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He itched at the bandages, exhausted by both physical and mental irritation. How many god damn times did he have to say he was fine? Ok, yes, he DID get shot in the chest twice. But they didn’t hit anything important so no harm no fowl!

He just doesn’t see why he needs a nurse for the league. Having one would send the message (to himself) that they’re planning to fail. No. No, he doesn’t need a doctor. He has kurogiri, he has bandages, and he has tweezers. That’s all he needs.

His bedroom door creaked, sending a burst of unwanted hallway light into his dark room, effectively burning his retinas. He blinked, growling at the intrusion and turning in his swivel chair to see who it was. His eyes took a couple of seconds to adapt, but when they did….

Holy mother of all that was holy.

You were GORGEOUS. The instant his eyes cleared up he sat up straight instinctively, something which he never does. His eyes widened farther than they had before, dry eyes burning and begging him to blink but he’d be damned if he stopped looking at you for even a nanosecond. He didn’t even know your name and yet you had this weird control over his body. He wasn’t complaining though.

You had both hands behind your back, wait for him to say something, maybe along the lines of “hi I’m Shigaraki” or “get the fuck out”. Anything other than the way he was looking at you…. Guess you’ll have to be the one to break the ice.

“Uhm…” you cleared your throat, averting your eyes from his intense stare meekly. “I-Im y/n”

“Y/n…” he muttered, lips barely moving as his expression remained unchanged. Creepy.

“Y-you must be Shigaraki Tomura?”

Y-you said his name!

As soon as his name left your mouth anime-style blood shot out of his nose.

“OH JESUS!” You yelled, rushing over with a towel trying to put pressure on the bleeding. Unfortunately in doing so he got a good view down your shirt and the blood flow increased.

It took a while, but eventually you were able to stop it, having to stick tissues up his nose that turned red almost instantly, matching the tomato-red blush that painted his face. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, relieved that was over, and began doing what you were supposed to do the whole time.

Checking for damages, cleaning wounds, bandaging bullet holes, that sort of thing. The whole time he said nothing, just breathed heavily as his eyes followed you and his hands gripped the armrests of his chair tightly.

Obviously you noticed his boner. You didn’t even need to look, it was clear from how he was acting he was at full mast. You did get a glance though, and from the looks of it, he’s already surpassing his Sensei in something. Good for him.

Anyways, after it was all done you leaned back from the now shirtless Shigaraki, hoping that he would just let you go in silence.

“W-wait!”

Ah, damn. You were already so close to the door too.

You forced a fake smile, exhausted and more than a little creeped out, more than ready for this to be over.

“Yeah?” You asked, failing to hide your annoyance and you cursed yourself for it. You were so distracted by his… libido, that you forgot that who you were working for was the most infamously unstable man in Japan. You held your breath slightly, hoping to god that his obvious lust for you would help him forgive your unprofessional tone.

“I… I also got shot… in the thigh.” He leaned back into his chair, cock visibly twitching as you stared at him in confusion. You mentally replayed what kurogiri told you, even checked the handwritten list of things to look for. But nowhere could you remember anything about leg injuries.

It was an obvious trick. But at the same time, you really couldn’t afford leaving a potential injury of his untreated. The possibility of him sexually harassing you was far better than facing the consequences of anything getting infected. He was AFO’s heir, after all.

You breathed out, mentally preparing yourself for whatever he was planning as you sulked over to him. A devilish smile creeped over his face, drool escaping a little bit down the sides as you got on your knees before him. You shuddered. You’ll just take a quick peek, and then you’ll forget this ever happened.

You pulled his pant legs up, gently turning and feeling them with your fingers as they flexed from your touch. His leg hairs stood on end as your finger brushed over them, and you almost felt bad from the way his body was projecting his inexperience of contact. But one glance upwards at his facial expression removed all sympathy.

“H-higher. I got shot higher up.”

You mentally sighed, eyebrows scrunching together as you looked down in defeat. Your hands raised and pulled down his pants, his hips lifting slightly to help you. Thankfully, the boxers he was wearing were pretty short, so you could just look at the muscles without taking them off.

…..Huh

Well what do you know. There actually WAS a bullet hole. Damn, now you actually kind of feel bad for assu-

Two hands grabbed the back of your head yanked you towards him, effectively smushing your face against his crotch. He bucked his hips against your face, strong hands effectively keeping you trapped as you desperately squirmed beneath him.

He sympathetically shushed you between his whimpers, your nose being harshly ground into his sack as your muffled screams filled the air.

“S-shhh! I kn-ngaaah~ I know, I-I know, just… fuck… just a-ahh! Hold s-still!” He groaned, one hand leaving your head to dust his boxers and free his dick against your face. Thankfully his retraction of one hand allowed your head to squirm out of his grasp, you immediately falling backwards as you wiped the drool from your face.

You’d expect him to look frustrated or murder-y, but instead he looked at you… amused. Maybe a little impatient, but like a cat losing hold of a mouse in a small box. Like there was no where to escape to even when out of his grasp.

He moaned in pain dramatically, grasping his leg as he writhed in pain.

“Ugh… it really hurts… why won’t you treat it? It’s gonna get infected!”

What?!

“Huff… would be a shame if you left knowing I was still in pain. I would hate to think what would happen to you if you left the job… incomplete.” The last word rolled off his tongue, a suggestive purr that made bile rise up the back of your throat.

That unbelievable bastard!…he-he wouldnt!

“I can’t treat you while you’re…. molesting me.” You respond, trying to reason with an already full cup. His erection visibly twitched.

“Mmmm…. That’s a shame… guess you’re gonna have to take care of this first.”

You gulped, contractually backed into a corner. You run different scenarios in your head, none of them good. You didn’t have a choice and he knew it.

Begrudgingly, you made your way back to him on your hands and knees. He cackled darkly, his length visibly throbbing when your shaky hands planted themselves onto his knees. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. Despite the consequences, you knew that if you saw the surely cocky face he was sporting you’d no doubt try to cave it in.

You took a deep breath, hand reluctantly raising to his length. As soon as your fingers ghosted over his shaft, he let out a lewd moan that reverberated around the room. Sensitive.

His pre-cum trickled over your fingers as they formed a loose fist, trying to jerk him off with the least amount of contact possible. He groaned at the contact, even with just the bare minimum of touches he could already feel himself becoming undone. To think, someone as stunningly beautiful as you would be touching him like you are right now, it’s shocking to say the least.

Oh god, what did he ever do to deserve this? Tell him so he could do it again.

His own firm grip formed over yours, forcing the rest of your hand to press into his junk. He mewled, using your hand as a soft barrier against his rough skin as he jerked off with it. You were nothing more than a toy right now, but frankly, you were just glad he was satisfying himself without the use of any of your holes.

His fingers ghosted over yours, puppeteering them and forcing them to squeeze at this tip on the upstrokes. His legs bounced and jerked in stimulation, almost throwing you off balance from time to time as one arm still rested on his knee for support. His grip on your hand kept you in place. You could feel cool drops of liquid land on your forehead and elbows, and you almost wanted to die when you realized he was drooling on you.

Like counting during a storm, you knew he was getting close based on his twitches getting closer together.

A part of you was relieved, very relieved, that it was almost over. In a couple of seconds you’d be able to finish up, go home, take a hot bath and forget all about this.

Another part of you was terrified because currently, his tip was angled towards you. If he didn’t by some miracle change the position of his cock then your face would take his full load.

Surprise surprise, he didn’t. His cock exploded against your face with a loud moan. Both his hands rising to smoosh your face into his package once more as it shot out his jizz like a fountain.

To say there was a lot would be an understatement.

It seemed like this guy basically never jerks off. He was back up to hell, a seemingly unending line of cum painting your face as he humped it vigorously.

In the back of your mind, you had realized that this is why he was so sensitive when you unwillingly touched him. His whole body must have been screaming for release. You almost felt bad for him as his behavior towards you started to make sense. It wasn’t enough to make you forgive him though.

Especially not when he’s still humping your face like an animal and drizzling your hair with his white release.

When he finally finished he sagged back, panting like he had just surfaced from the sea of lust he had nearly drowned in. Your face and hair was completely soaked in his backed up release, and you needed to wipe some of it from your eyes before you could stand to look up at him.

Now that he lied boneless before you, you figured you would finally be able to fix him up and leave. Hah, you were so naive.

A strong hand gripped your shaky wrists, the scalpel once between your fingers clattering to the floor in surprise. No… no! That’s impossible! There was no way he could recover from an orgasm that intense so quickly!

But there before you, was his cock, at full mast like nothing even happened. All your work in pleasing him going to waste, leaving you filled with the dread of having to start all over.

“Hah… don’t think I’m finished… hah… now this time, I want you to use your mouth.”

This was gonna be a long, long night.

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OK SO, I gotta apologize to @prettylittlebunnys because you/they sent in an ask and I did this whole fic before rereading the ask and realizing this wasn’t what you wanted.

I put effort into this so I’m gonna post this one anyways, BUT I wanna say I’m sorry and that even though I know it’s taking a butt-load of time, I will write your ask.

Please be patient it’s coming I promise

[pleaseitsjustrae0nly]

Tattoo artist! Toumura Shigaraki! At 11:33pm

Afab!Reader x Tomura Shigaraki

Smut! Read at your own risk <3

I'm sorry but this man gives me🦋🦋🦋🦋

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

Okay so, small detail. I feel like instead of wearing those full-cover gloves, he'd wear gloves that were fingerless (if they are allowed).

You just wanted a cute tattoo, you didn't think you'd get... a sneaky link as well.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

You walked in the renovated-bar, where the tattoo store was located and BOY. You did not expect your artist to be this hot, his voice was so intoxicating and his hair... god his hair looked so gorgeous. And with your incredible luck, the receptionist gave HIM to you for your appointment!

Apparently his name was Shigaraki, he was explaining the procedures of getting a tattoo, but you just focused on his hands. He had fingerless gloves, some fingers were still covered but still, they were long and...

"Alright, where do you want your tattoo?"

"Oh! Uhm, on (prefered location) please."

"Since you asked nicely, sure."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

My goodness, if you could die right there, you would. His hands held onto your skin as he used the tool to press the ink into your skin. You chose a (insert design), and according to his words 'be sure to not regret it.' Oh you would never, heck you might just get more tattoos' just to see him again.

His shoulders, his neck, you found the perfect piece of eye candy for you. When the ink stopped, you snapped back into reality to see him talk (more like shout) with the receptionist saying that they'll be awhile. But didn't he say it would only take only 2 hours? Sure the awhile could mean that but-

"I know your checking me out."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

You always took notice of his slender, long fingers. But feeling them INSIDE YOU? You were gone, all you could think about was the hot tattoo artist fingering you on the seat.

"Shh... be quiet. Not unless you want them to hear?"

"ugh... please~"

"Shut it slut. Be quiet and I'll give you something more than my fingers."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

You ended up getting his number, he didn't give you the 'more' but he said after his shift. So you left with a tattoo, and a new found lover? It took him about 3 more hours until his shift ended, and he was now heading towards your home.

You thought about preparing a meal, but when you went to answer the door whilst cooking, he just pounced onto you and started kissing your neck and nipping at your delectable skin. Small moans slipped as you both made your way to the kitchen... the meal, forgotten.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

After that night, he became not only your sneaky link but also a close friend. He'd come running if you asked him to rail, fuck, finger, and etc.

When he's eating you out, his focus was solely focused on your taste and where he sucked. (his focus is strong since he has to avoid mistakes on a client's skin)

When he's fucking you? Oh he'd degrade you, hard. He'd have one hand on your throat and the other holding one of your legs up, as he spits insults and small praises from time to time.

Your ability to walk? HA, you lost that the day he fingered you. You were practically wobbling out of the tattoo store, no weird looks, but yeah.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day/afternoon/night. &lt;3

[shadowspromise]

Hi Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day and hope I'm not wasting your time

I would like to request (if it's okay) where the reader is a new recruit to the LOV and is extremely gorgeous and Soft Dabi's reaction and what he would do! <3

You don't need to do this if you don't want too, otherwise, have a nice day! <3

I like this idea :)

Dabi has one goal on his mind. Revenge.

He won’t let anything get in his way, nothing at all.

Until…

He saw you.

Shigaraki had come back from a trip to find some more members, and he came back with you.

“This is Y/N. They seem promising so for the love of god, don’t scare them away,” he said before wandering off to his room to play video games.

Dabi was busy fucking around with the settings on his new phone that he stole got, not even bothering to look up at you.

And then he heard your voice.

“Hi, nice to meet you all,” you spoke.

Dabi was damn near taken away. Your voice was so soft and inviting. He was getting so used to the league’s constant yelling and bitching, so your voice was like a lullaby after a war.

He whipped his head up and nearly said “fuck” out loud, but managed to keep it in his head. You were so… pretty. His pupils widened as he breathed in deeply. His mouth even opened a little.

Toga motioned for you to sit next to her, but Dabi quickly made sure that wouldn’t happen. “Yo. Don’t sit next to her, she’ll try and take your blood,” he spoke, causing Toga to stomp away angrily. He realized afterwards that he subconsciously deepened his voice, perhaps attempting to sound more attractive.

As you sit next to him instead, he quickly remembers that he, in his opinion, isn’t pretty at all. His heart nearly stopped when you looked at him. He quickly threw his hood on and tried to hide his face a little. He was fucked. There was no way someone like you could like him… right?

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“T- Dabi. I go by Dabi,” he responded.

He was internally panicking. Did he seriously nearly say his real name? How could you possibly be having such a big impact on him that he forgot his damn codename?

And so you continued to have a conversation with him for what felt like hours, because it was hours. You and him had completely lost yourselves in each other’s company. And the longer you talked, the more of your personality showed. The more your personality showed, the more Dabi started to absolutely fall for you. You were so perfect.

But after that day, Dabi started to distance himself from you. If you were in a room, he wasn’t in it. He would avoid conversations about you or with you. You even asked Shigaraki about it and he told you that Dabi simply doesn’t like people, and that’s probably the case.

You were upset, but it’s not like you could change his personality. So you decided to forget about him.

And Dabi did not like that.

He started to notice you weren’t looking for him anymore. You weren’t asking anyone where he was. If he walked into the room, you weren’t looking at him anymore.

He was so… angry? Sad?

He didn’t know how he felt. All he knew is that he wanted his attention back. He was distancing himself because he didn’t know how to cope with the emotion of love, but now he has to cope with feeling abandoned. He doesn’t like that at all.

He came up with a plan. If nobody was in the room but you, he’d approach and start a conversation with you. Just the two of you. At first you were confused, after all you thought he didn’t like you, but you were just happy he was talking to you again.

You picked up on the fact that he seemed very nervous when he talked to you. He never hesitated to insult and slap the shit out of everyone else in the league, but with you? With you he would be biting his nails and bouncing his leg, stuttering on his words when he made eye contact with you.

It was kinda cute. You would tease him a little to get more cute reactions out of him. He’d respond along the lines of “shut up” or “quit that” but in a whiney little voice.

You didn’t find it as funny when he started to tease you back. He started getting comfortable and bolder, and was not hesitating to make you blush like crazy.

Now the two of you are flirting like lovesick teenagers and the rest of the league is placing bets on how long it takes until you start dating.

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

Ok i gotta say it 410 and 411 have me thinking. I have some views on Shigaraki and it's not all " Yes win baby" or "Look at my king" thoughts. Of course I want him well at the end, that hasn't changed. He's still my all time fav character even if a certain other Mha character is right behind him, Tomura will never be knocked out of 1st place in my heart. Now with that being said I sincerely want Izuku to beat some sense into him.

His hate is corrupting his own mind and heart. He can never be happy or at peace like this. Hatred eats up your soul leaving a shell of nothingness behind.

I love how extremely powerful and Godlike he is, but I also miss the old tantrum throwing guy who didn't know how to display his emotions. Or the guy who fought Giga and took the PLF. The amount of power he has is scary cause he can't live in mha with that degree of power. No I'm not saying he will die but he will have to lose it somehow.

Does he still care for the league. He once told Toga he wouldn’t destroy what she loved, that he wanted his allies to have what they wanted, yet he's destroying the very country they live in. The destructive Villian who was feared but had a heart and cared for those around him was what alot of people found endearing, often mentioning it as a reason he would be OK at the end. That guy is gone. (Temporarily I think)

Went from wanting to destroy All Might to Hero society to all of Japan. This is what happens when hate takes root in your heart. When no one REACHES OUT A HAND TO HELP.

His smile use to be almost sweet and calm and now has elements of deranged power behind it (yes he's still gorgeous hot sexy, I'm just stating thoughts)

The leader who cared for his comrades and took revenge when they were hurt yet hasn't wondered if they are OK. Sure, he mentioned Spinner, but idk it was off like an BTW moment

He doesn't see himself as human. What he does see himself as was not mentioned but im willing to bet he sees himself as a God of destruction.

With all this said YES I belive he will be alive at the end (well I'm about 80% sure he will, if not he will always be in my heart) and no I don't think he will be locked in some prison, it wouldn't serve a purpose for Hori to keep him alive just to lock him up now that's not saying he won't be in some program to actual HELP HIM cause if he lives (he will) he won't have a quirk, I dont see it. And lastly somehow Izuku will have to literally reach out a hand to him. Seriously how many times has the actual image of someone physically reaching out been shown, dozens.

Also the whole make him a kid again is stupid. Tenko and Tomura are the same person, he doesn't have a child living in his body, his heart...yes. Tenko represents all that Tomura Shigaraki has repressed, his dream of being a hero, the sweet little boy who cared for his friends (hmm the more powerful he got the less we saw this quality) so he becoming Tenko again refers to his heart not having that black hole inside it. It means his heart will be free. Not that he will revert to 5 years old. There is still a chance Hori could do that but even if his writing can be questionable I don't think he'll go this off the grid.

[booksooks]

𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑵

Author's Note: i wrote so much of this while high. i love women. the way dabi looks is based off of a drawing by bellanoche-oxo

Content: drinking, smoking, Dabi being an enigma. This is strictly WLW, so if thats not you... sorry </3

Word Count: 1832

Summary: Fem!Dabi think's you're just the cutest.

Purposefully giving you, the newest member of the League, a mission that would require days without sleep was just plain cruel. You were already running for several days without it, and adding a stakeout to watch a hero agency and gather information with her wasn’t a good idea. Her being the drop-dead gorgeous woman with choppy black hair that fell to her shoulders in a mullet (oh, dear God it was a fucking mullet), “known as Dabi.” 

“Okay edgelord,” you muttered under your breath before you could kick your brain-to-mouth filter into gear. She merely glared at you, her fiery blue eyes filled with a quiet fury despite the laid-back, careless way of existing she normally exhibited. Her arms, crossed over her chest, were covered in scars, stapled to healthy patches of skin at her hands, across her sternum, and even up her lower jaw into her cheeks and little patches beneath her eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy. It was supposed to be scary and intimidating, but she was enticing. It just wasn’t fair. 

The meeting had ended shortly after your little spat, and the two of you had set off shortly thereafter. Luckily for the both of you, the stakeout went well, information was gathered and neither of you were caught skulking around the hero agency at all hours of the night and day. The only real problem had been Dabi, actually, with how much she was teasing and prodding you awake at any given opportunity. It only worsened your mood and attitude towards the villain, which in turn egged her on to play with your sleep and lack thereof more. 

It was a miracle you both made it to the end of the week alive, the threat to you being maybe falling off a building while trying to sleep, and the threat to Dabi being your hands around her throat. Not necessarily to kill her, though. 

When you got back to the bar, you were dead-set on hunting Shigaraki down and giving him a piece of your mind for making you go on that mission with Dabi. However, the bar was uncharacteristically empty and the big boss man was nowhere to be seen, which left you alone with Dabi, again. You debated the merits of turning around and walking out the door and just leaving the problem behind. 

You decided against it, wondering if you could sneak past Dabi to your room to get some shut eye when her voice called out, stopping you in your tracks. 

“You’re not really going to leave me to celebrate such a success alone, are you?” 

You turned around, only to see her hunched over the counter and already pouring two shots for the both of you. Her gaze was steady as she poured, not leaving your face, and you blinked rapidly as drool gathered in the corners of your mouth. You swallowed. Would it be bad to drop out of the league now? Sorry, I had to leave because your arsonist is too damn good-looking. See you on the news! You didn’t think that’d go over well. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” She cooed, blinking at you lazily. “Cat got your tongue?”

You swallowed again, licking your lips to make sure an embarrassing croak didn’t come out. “N-no, nothing’s wrong.” 

“No?” She asked, stretching to her full height to put the bottle of liquor away. Her shirt rode up just the slightest, and you could see a sliver of her pale stomach flashing at you before her shirt dropped back down. Dabi picked up one of the shots and raised it up to you curiously. 

What the hell, you figured, stomping over to the bar and picking up the other drink. The both of you stood on either side of the bar, and Dabi hooked her arm around yours, elbows interlinked. The action brought your faces closer together, the edge of the counter digging into your stomach. “Bottoms up then, pretty girl.” 

You gulped, and knocked the drink back quickly. Your nose scrunched in discomfort as the liquor burned the back of your throat, and unentangled yourself from Dabi’s arm. You felt like you could breathe again, now that you weren’t in her space. Not that you wouldn’t have willingly inhaled the scent of her at any other time, (smoke and liquor and something that reminded you surprisingly of home while still being on-theme for Dabi), but you were feeling entirely too fuzzy and tired to not say something stupid. 

“Wow, knocked that back like a pro,” she praised, coming around the edge of the bar and sitting on a stool. You also sat down, the stinging in the back of your throat fading with each passing second. “So,” she started, “tell me what’s got your panties in a twist.” 

“My panties are just fine, thank you very much,” you muttered, looking anywhere but at Dabi. “I’m just tired. You know that.” 

Dabi just hummed, like she was debating on whether or not you were tired. She decided you were telling the truth.. “Well, why didn’t you say so? Can’t have you falling off the barstool.”

“I just did -” you whined, mouth open in incredulity as she stood up and then relocated herself to the ratty couch that had been added to the bar a few weeks after you had joined the league. “And you kept me up for way longer than I needed to be awake this entire past week!”

Dabi just laughed, a low-rasping sound that had your insides melting. “I’m just playing with you, baby.”

You sighed, which turned into a yawn. “No shit.”

Dabi ignored your sarcastic quip, and took out a cigarette to light with a finger tipped in blue flame. You watched as she fiddled with one of her rings in silence. The only sounds were the occasional drags of her cigarette and the aircon, which blew directly over you, making you shiver. You blinked sleepily on the barstool as exhaustion finally caught up with you, clenching your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering. 

“You cold?” Dabi asked, blowing smoke out of her scarred lips. When you nodded, she only responded with a crook of her fingers and a quiet, “C’mere.”

“What? No, I have to go to bed,” you protested, another yawn rising in your throat. 

Dabi scoffed. “I said come here. I’m trying to help you, you idiot.” 

You weighed your options. Either get up and go to bed, facing Dabi’s wrath, or go see what she wanted. Both could technically end up with you burnt to a crisp, but… 

Again, what the hell. 

You sighed and shuffled over to the couch, standing in front of Dabi with an expectant look. She smirked up at you, then grabbed your hand and tugged you down onto the cushions next to her. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, one of her hands pressing your head down to rest on her collar. “Go to sleep.”

The difference in her behavior now compared to just a few days ago was enough to give you whiplash. Why was Dabi trying to take care of you now? Why did she care now? And why weren’t you fighting this, why weren’t you kicking up a fuss against the pleasant, cozy feeling that was settling over you as Dabi kept you cuddled close to her?

No matter what reason, your body certainly wasn’t objecting to this new development. Your shoulders slumped against the back of the couch. Just days ago, she had been intent on making you as miserable as possible, her demeanor sharp and distant. Now, here she was, comforting you as if she genuinely cared about your well-being. You couldn’t help but wonder what had changed in the few minutes since arriving back at the bar. Either way, your brain was entirely too fuzzy to try and process the whole situation, and you ended up falling asleep against her without a second thought. 

Dabi stared at you as you slept. You had captivated her attention, flipping between interested and distrusting with ease, and quick to fluster. She was sure she had scared you off when the trip to the bar was silent. And yet, there you were, sleeping soundly with your head tilted delicately across her collarbone. You’d get a crick in your neck and wake up sore if you kept dozing like that. She should have thought about that little fact before she dragged you down to the couch with her. 

But if you blamed her… Dabi rolled her eyes and finished her cigarette, putting the stub out on the ashtray before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Wake up,” she said, shaking your shoulder. 

You jerked awake, not yet having reached a deep sleep and grumpy for being woken up. “What do you want?”

“Don’t bite my head off, baby. I just want to move us to my bed,” Dabi explained. You sat up properly, and Dabi immediately held out her hand to you. 

“Why?” You asked, trying to blink the light away. “I have my own bed.”

She merely shrugged. “Cause I think you’re cute. And my bed is better. ”

“I don’t know that,” you grumbled, despite taking Dabi’s offered hand. It was calloused and warm, and it took everything in your sleep-deprived state not to squeeze her hand as hard as you could. 

Her room was small, with only a bed and a trunk at the end of a bed, with a door laid across some crates as a desk. There was nothing personal about the room, you noticed - no trinkets or photographs, only a jacket sitting on said makeshift desk. You turned around, intending to comment snarkily about how you weren’t sure this room was much better than yours. 

Dabi saw the look on your face and held up a finger to silence you, brows furrowed. You raised your hands in a placating manner and watched as she pulled off her boots and jeans. The bed dipped beneath her weight as she crawled beneath the curtains.  

You bit the inside of your cheek hesitantly, and she noticed, because of course she did. “If you really don’t want to, the door’s behind you.”

You shook your head and stepped towards the small bed, toeing off your own shoes. “I’m fine. And if you don’t mind, then I don’t.”

Dabi held up the thin covers, chuckling, “I don’t mind, sweetheart.” But you were already carefully inching your way into Dabi’s boundless warmth. 

There wasn’t much room at all, and with how Dabi had positioned herself, you were at eye level with her chest, arms tucked into yourself. Absolutely determined to not embarrass yourself further, you closed your eyes and prayed for sleep. Luckily for you, it came quickly, and Dabi wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer to her, before nodding off herself. 

Neither of you were cold that night, and when you woke up, you felt more rested than you had in months.

End Notes: thanks for reading! requests are OPEN!

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[ur-resident-golden-cherri]

black girl anime headcanons ☁️ fluffy ☁️ 

blk girl hair headcanons for anime characters (with HQ, JJK, One Piece, MHA, KNY/Demon Slayer)

Soft bois

-would be so so gentle with you. it can get annoying at times bc he can act like u fragile (all good intentions tho)

-getting matching durag and bonnet sets when you come over and or leave your hair stuff at ur house 🥺

-wash day is a team effort. periodt. this man is fully prepared for anything, has done his research, brings al ur supplies you need to you, like whatever you need, HE IS THERE!!!!!

-you best BELIEVE this mf has silk sheets and pillowcases ready for you when you coming over. manz cannot stand it leave his boo hangin- 👑

-will always be gentle and attentive to your hair needs, no matter what curl type, he will do his best (and somehow everytime he does your hair, it looks gorgeous)

Sugawara, Akaashi, Kenma, Daichi-Nanami, Choso, Megumi, Todo-Sanji, Ace, Zoro-Midoriya, Todoroki, Aizawa, Hawks-Zenitsu, Uzui, Kaguya, Tanjirou, Rengoku

The “agressively clueless” boys

-dont know WTF theyre doing. 😃

-bro sees wash day an thinks youre crazy 🥲 will ask why you cant just wash your hair and go, inspecting every product like u some kinda witch

-as much as you love him, please do not ask this poor baby to help with your hair. will end up bald or with less hair than you began with. dont do it for the sake of your sanity and his too

-will agressively ask questions, making sure to wring every last detail out of you 👁👁

-wants to get better, but theyre too strongheaded and can get frustrated when things arent working out the way they want it to. they want their love go look good, why style not workout?

-you love them for trying tho, and eventually they become better at taking care of you, even if they dont fully understand the reasosns behind it :)

Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto-Yuuji, Yuta, Noritoshi-Luffy, Shanks, Ussop, Koby-Kaminari, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero-Inosuke, Sanemi, Kokushibou/Yoriichi

Will worship the ground you walk on <3

-adores you. love at first sight. would marry you on the spot. yesyesyesye- 😍

-exclaims that you hair defies gravity, and the fact your hair naturally curls is just so cool to him, and you can put it into so many styles and he can go on for days at you

-would try to run his fingers thru ur hair, but alas, its not working 💀 settles with giving you massages when your scalp/head hurts from tight styles/rubs oil ito your edges or parts

-will be extremely careful when detangling your hair, since he thinks its a gods given gift that needs to be cherished and proteceted at all costs (adkgjfksks) 😤

-waits patiently and watches you do your hair. not in a creepy way, but to focus and learn more abt how to style, protect, and keep your hair healthy

-anyone who tries touching your hair is losing a hand, if not their arm 😭💀

Yaku, Kuroo, Tsukki, Aone-Getou, Inumaki, Mechamaru-Brook, Law, Dragon-Tokoyami, Ojiro, Tetsutetsu, Mirio, Hawks-Giyuu, Rengoku, Gyomei, Akaza, Yuichiro

Guard dog

-hes your gaurdian angel, and he adores everything about you, especially with your hair

-will stare any mf down who even tried to get close to you; will put on a stank face whenever you tell them abt someone you dont like 😒

-if youre exhausted and tired, he will try to do your hair (and even tho he doesnt know what hes doing at times, it comes out good)

-absolutely dedicated to you and the process of taking care of ur curls, and that includes paying for nails, hair extensions, prodcuts, headwraps, curlers etc 💸💸

-hypes you up SO MUCH its adorable; will see you putting on makeup or just putting your hair up and will automatically compliment you 🥰

-racists beware, bc he will not hesitate to body someone for you, regardless of whether they had “good/bad” intentions 😑

-loves you so much and would do anything for you. it the cutest and hes so lucky to have you as his s/o (including beaning racist whyte ppl)

Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Ennoshita, Aran, Sakusa-Sukuna, Yaga, Todo-Zoro, Newgate, Smoker-Dabi, Shigaraki, Rock Lock, Inasa-Muzan, Douma, Obanai, Kigaku

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Could taking photos be a kink? :) Like Shigaraki wants to show Dabi just how gorgeous he is all blissed out, so takes pictures to show him?

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

This can ABSOLUTELY be a kink, and it's going to be a main feature in Data Leak once I eventually finish that one 😅 have a peek

[theloveinc]

i don’t know whether to laugh or cry at how bad this ending is….. like nothing changed… hero society is the exact same…. also i’m confused as to why it took EIGHT YEARS after graduation for deku to be hero again….. also gran torino (& honestly most of the other heros) being alive while toga & shigaraki are dead feels so wrong to me lmao my expectations were low but good god… (ANYWAY HI GORGEOUS I LOVE YOU & I MISS YOU & I’M GOING TO GIVE SHINSO A HAIRCUT JUST FOR YOU MWAH)

-oc anon

oc anon I love you with my whole entire heart and brain, you are so right. EIGHT YEARS to become a hero again……….if that’s not the proof in the pudding about nothing changing, idk what the fuck is like… not even his friends wanted him on their teams? At their agencies? Like we have to be tripping balls this is ridiculously insane. And a whole (supposed) sequel to accomplish what. TEN YEARS IRL couldn’t get hori to write? I’m SICK. I’m UHEHSHUEURKFKNA . Disgusting !!!!!

And fucking soooo true about the league like. We didn’t even get to see any of their corpuses and yet… we’re supposed to believe a 95 year old outlived them? HORI IF THEYRE DEAD SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST! bc the thing is… if he’s just using this as an opportunity to bring them back (even dabi and etc)… I’ll be even more mad. Which seems impossible considering the state I’m in now but. THIS IS FUCKING UNBEARABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God. I really have nothing nice to say except I’m glad we both agree. And that I LOVE U MISS U TOO BEAUTIFUL ALWAYS THINKING OF U FORVEWR and I appreciate u trying to fix him for me I hope Ibiza (and you) gets a new bae soon :( AINCE HORI IS KILLING HER OLD ONES

[hexenmeister-6a]

Your art is literally so pretty!

The one with Dabi and shigaraki is particular gorgeous of me because of just how..humanizing it is. Your proportions are incredible, which make it almost eerie- like you can see just a *bit* more of Dabis mouth then your supposed to on a ‘regular’ person when they’re just talking and not emoting super hard

Super gorgeous!! <3

oh my god?? never thought my art could cause such feelings! I love that you pay attention to all details and this description-🤌 I really appreciate it a lot thank you very much!! 🥺🤍🤍

[ruexarchive]

A Tipsy encounter

Touya Todoroki x Tomura Shigaraki

Rating: 18+

Inspiration: I love you like an alcoholic - The Tax payers

summary: During the 4 years in France, there was a hero event being held there, like there always were But this time Tomura was invited. So he attended and met some during the celebration after all the interviews and cameras. Someone he'd heard of, someone who was as controversial as hell and he couldn't be caught dead talking to him let alone look his direction or else his father would shoot him dead.

warnings: Cussing & Smut

Tomura POV:

Touya Todoroki, eldest son of The Todoroki's, and son of Enji Todoroki the infamous Endeavor. What the hell was this son of a bitch doing here? I didn't realise they invited drug-addicted fuck boys here. I rolled my eyes in annoyance Shit, I should probably stay the fuck away from him before he ruins my image. I spent the rest of the night avoiding him.

"hey Tomura dude, are you going to come to the after-party?" Kaminari yelled right next to my fucking ear. "one, I'm not your fucking friend. two, I'll go to the after party if want!" God Kaminari is annoying. "oh Emily said she was going..." "Emily?" what does she have to do with me "yeah your SUPER cool girlfriend" I wouldn't use cool to describe her but whatever. "yo Tomura you there?" Denki had his hand waving over my face like I was an idiot. "Yeah" "yeah like you coming to the party or like yeah your girlfriend is super cool?" "the former" I'd rather die than admit Emily was anything but cool. "wait what does that mean? You know I didn't do well in school, right? "yeah no shit dumbass, former means the first, latter means the-" Wait why the fuck was I talking to him. UGH

I walked away from Kaminari while he kept telling me to come back. I ignored him and went to the bathroom. I went into the empty stall, closed the toilet seat and pulled out my phone. Scrolled a bit and opened genshin. I hadn't played it in a while. Great thing the organizers set up a good internet connection or else I probably would be pissed. After a few minutes I decided to go out again, you know not to look creepy as hell staying in the bathroom for longer than I should have. As I got out everyone was talking about the after-party. You know what fuck it, I need to let loose I'm so fucking tired of feeling stressed.

I went to the after-party and drank a bit, and now I found myself following behind Touya of all people. I couldn't drive home and Emily was going to her friend's house for the night. She's the one who drove me to the event. Touya was at the party but he was completely sober, the only one. So he offered to drop me home but I had no choice but to accept his fate or get into an Uber with some crusty fucker. You'll never catch me dead in a poor man's car. Touya had parked a little far from where the venue was, so we had a little walk to the car. "I still can't understand how a drug addict like you would be invited to an event like this." I think this is the first time I've ever REALLY spoken to Touya before. "ouch, your hearting my feelings," He said in a somewhat mocking voice I turned to him and looked into his eyes. fuck, the rumours were true...he had one of the most gorgeous eyes I'd ever seen. "You like the eyes? I got them from my shitty father" He had a little smirk smacked onto his face. "unlucky, I got my fathers too but lucky for me, mine turned red once my quirk manifested." "You sound happy about that.." Shit, I let myself get too comfortable "I thought it was normal to hate your father? Isn't it?" "Mmm, I guess." I was getting sick of this conversation as much as I loved shitting on my father I wanted to know more about the fucker who was driving me home. He was just too interesting. "so how come you were the only sober person this whole night?" Shit my words were slurring, the alcohol was taking control. "I've been sober for a few years now, I don't take any substances anymore, but I got to admit I miss my cigs." I just nodded my head, that explains a lot.. "guess I should stop calling you druggy fucky boy" SHIT I said that out loud, holy fuck "druggy fucky boy?" Touya had stopped walking. He just started into my eye's with the most confused fucking face I'd ever seen. I was blushing like crazy and I know he could tell. "oh forget it!" I shoved right passed him trying to hide how pink my face was from embarrassment. "oi get back here pretty ass" THE FUCK DID HE JUST CALL ME?! "Excuse me what?!" I spun around and stared at him. "I said get back here." "After that idiot" "What, do you like it when I call you pretty ass? I would've called you bubble butt...but eh whatever." Not a single word would come out of my mouth. "Are you just going to stare at me forever? my car is just a few blocks away. "yeah um lead the way" I was stumbling over my words not to mention the slurring. He started walking so I followed right behind.

We spent twenty blocks talking about good bars and better cities than Paris As we walked through a dark ally, people stared in the shadows like an audience. And even the meanest among them Had a special little shine In their eyes when they saw us walk by. Touya's car was in site and I was stumbling a bit as I walked. Before I knew it I had tripped right into Touya's arms...how cliche. He caught me just in time and looked at me. "Woah there doll, don't want you falling for me already, we just met remember?" He was chuckling, that sly fucking fox. "don't call me a doll~ et je ne tombe pas amoureux!" I was a blushing mess at this point. "you do know I don't speak French right?" "I SAID I DON'T FALL IN LOVE!" I didn't mean to say that so goddamn loud. "I never said that, but good to know" "YEAH SO DON'T THINK I LIKE YOU OR SOMETHING! YOU ARE ALMOST AS ANNOYING AS KAMINARI!" Yeah, I lost it, there was no turning back now. I'm so embarrassed I'd love for him to just burn me alive! God that kinda sounds sexy....NO NO NO NO what the hell is wrong with me?! "Get in the car, Tomura we're here" he said calmly He had opened the door for me and now he was walking around the car to the driver's seat. Without thinking I followed right behind him like a lost puppy. "oi, I'm driving remember?" He was right in front of me now, sitting inside the car while the door was wide open. I guess his quite cute if you squint your eyes.... Before I could even finish my thought I was on top of him, sitting on his lap staring down at him. "doll as much as I would love to fuck you right now, your drunk..." "I don't care... I consent, hurry up before I change my mind." I have no idea what I'm doing right now, I've never had sex with a guy before. I mean I've done blowjobs, the stuff of the sorts but never really had a dick up my ass. SHIT I hate when I'm tipsy! "You sure?" he had a bored expression on his face that I could quite understand. I nodded and he grabbed my neck, to pull me closer and kissed me. He just kissed me and god did he taste good. I don't know what I was expecting but fuck this was better. He eventually pulled away after what felt like hours. "fuck" he said with a breathy voice. Making me melt under him. "One more kiss" I hate myself but fuck I just couldn't help myself. Our lips smashed together, it was hot, and his tongue began to explore my mouth, normally if I was making out with someone I would take control...but I was so caught up in the moment. Fuck I'm hard "mhmm" Touya was hard too, I could feel him as I grinded on top of his cock.

We made out for about 10 minutes, but it felt like a few seconds. Then we stopped, correction Touya stopped. I pulled away, stopped grinding on him and looked at his face. Looking for some sort of answer in his eyes. "I've done this before, fucking in the car...it's not fun. So how about we head to your apartment and finish this there" He had the sexiest smirk. fuck. I can't understand how I got into this mess. I nodded and moved to the passenger seat. "Where do you even live?" "star hotel room 341" "of course you do"

After a few minutes of driving, I fell asleep.

I woke up in my apartment, on my bed. Expecting to see Touya by my side but he wasn't there. I got out of bed to realise I was only in my boxers. What the fuck happened last night?! I walked around the apartment to see no traces of him being there at all. I went to the kitchen to see a note on the counter and it read. "fell asleep in the car. Your so fucking heavy btw." Fucking turd, I wasn't heavy! He was just weak. I picked it up and noticed there was writing on the back with his number. That cheeky bitch.

[mayfly-maycry]

I saw you mention you’re watching one piece and you got me wondering: what are your fav anime’s and why?

My very first official ask :0 let’s do this :)

Oh boy, *cracks knuckles* my favorite topic!

This got longer than I thought, so a cut for those who don’t want to hear my thoughts on like 11 different animes. They’re in chronological order of when I watched them, since the degree I like a show at any given point is incredibly variable haha

Fullmetal Alchemist (specifically Brotherhood): this was one of my first animes, and I’m a huge fan of the alchemy system, plus an excellent balance of trauma and happy endings. I think I need to rewatch it, since I’ve been informed that there’s a lot I missed because I watched it before I developed standards/critical thinking skills.

Attack on Titan: this was my introduction to anime, but it only gets better on rewatch. The attention to detail is insane; you can pick out details related to reveals SEASONS later. I didn’t even notice until I rewatched it back in December, but AOT is so full of jokes that it would’ve been a comedy if the stakes were any lower.

My Hero Academia: look, hear me out, I know what the fandom’s become, but it’s not like that. First of all, you lose a lot in the anime; Horikoshi has thought through a lot more of how a “world with superpowers” differs from ours than you ever see in the anime. A lot of it is small things, like how the clothing industry accounts for metamorphic quirks; the biggest issue is how dirty Villain Academia was done; the anime cut like half of the bad side of superpowered society, and by extension the villain motivations, out with that. Personally, the ending I’m rooting for is Shigaraki tearing apart society, being defeated (not redeemed), then Deku working to build it back up better; unfortunately, it looks like that’s not happening from where the manga is headed.

Demon Slayer: tbh, I don’t have much to say about this one. The art is gorgeous, the powers are cool, and I enjoy watching it. That’s enough for me.

Haikyuu: it’s a bunch of boys being boys. I love them all dearly. That’s all. If I remember correctly, I also unlocked the “character analysis” skill when I watched this the first time so props on that.

Jujutsu Kaisen: I don’t even know anymore man, I’ve been watching, reading, and loving this story for so long I can’t even pinpoint what I like about it anymore. Still highly recommend.

Spy x Family: I love the characters and their interactions. This one may or may not be related to a crossover fic dropping Itadori Yuuji and Saiki Kusuo in here that’s been brewing in my head for a while now.

Bungo Stray Dogs: this is another one where I love the characters. The power system is pretty cool and the plot is mid at best, but the characters *cheff’s kiss* are phenomenal.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K: this was the first and only story I’ve ever seen using an omniscient first person POV, and the way it was done was masterful. You, the viewer, have the same knowledge as Saiki; you can see disasters coming just as well as he can. And since he is practically omnipotent (and his motivations align), he tends to take steps to rectify these situations, which is exactly what I generally want to reach through the screen and do. This resulted in one of the most satisfying watch experiences of my life. Highly recommend.

The Case Study of Vanitas: this is another one where it’s just a bunch of dumbasses messing around with a sprinkling of trauma. That’s it, that’s all I have to say. I very much enjoyed it.

One Piece: you mentioned this one in your ask, and I gotta say, I would not have committed to over 1000 episodes if it wasn’t on this list. Some people say it gets good around episode 300, but I thoroughly disagree; the genre just changes right around there as the villains get stronger than the Strawhats and the stakes rise. It was good before that, a bunch of dumbasses messing around on a boat, saving a nation from tyranny and fighting god along the way; my favorite. The attention to detail, character development (might have to revoke this one if the Weak Trio keep getting done dirty post-TS), the actually GOOD takes on real issues; I could go arc by arc, but this has gotten long enough haha 😅

[deuteragonist1]

This is your reminder to go read 'A Mirror in the Dark' by Fastern on ao3 which imo is THE traitor Kaminari fanfic. I'll use color and bold for anything I deem spoilery. Let me know if it causes visibility issues.

1) It is finished, and clever, and hurts like hell.

2) Bakugou in it made me want to rip my heart out. No one has written him quite like this before, in terms of his behaviour with and regarding Kaminari and its development throughout the story considering, well, everything (PAIN), and I'd be surprised if someone did it again. I read his scenes with bated breath and my heart in my throat, and it only got worse as more chapters came out and I advanced in the story. They are still my favorites to re-read. He is the main reason why I want a follow-up to the story, which might actually be a possibility (see point 10). It's his complete trust in Kaminari for me, to the point where he doesn't look into him as well as he should beyond a cursory verification that Kaminari doesn't even *pass* and yet, still, he doesn't question it, not even passingly, even when everyone else is fair game. It's his explosive, violent anger when Midoriya dares to suggest that circumstances seem to point at Kaminari, to the point where Midoriya is scared of Bakugou. It's the knowledge that his reaction is going to be a thousand times worse when he discovers the truth. It's the way that he positioned himself as his most vehement protector, his first and best ally, only to discover the worst, the most impossible scenario was true. God, he didn't believe it at all until the very last second, when there were no more doubts to be had, no more excuses to believe without even questioning them, without thinking, wait, it doesn't make sense, though, because it's Kaminari, goddammit. It's Kaminari, of course it doesn't make sense, that doesn't mean harmless, kind, dumb old Kaminari is a goddamn traitor, of all things. It's Kaminari. No one has written Bakugou like this before (that I know of), all unapologetic watchfulness, furious, undisciplined care and 'fuck you you don't know him or care about him like I do' protectiveness, all throat-punching, wall-tearing, 'I'll rain hell on you for what you did after making me care about you when I didn't fucking ask for it' betrayal. God, how is he ever to trust someone like this again.

3) Ending is perfect, not rushed at all and brings a real sense of closure to the story that leaves you satisfied as well as curious for what happens after it.

4) It's the perfect mix of betrayal, extreme violence and softness, given the context.

5) Shigaraki and the other villains are so so fucked up, moreso than in canon, but it works great for this particular story.

6) The scene of the reveal. I won't say more.

7) Fastern can write. If you want a story that'll disturb you, stress you out for many reasons, make you care and fear for the main character, make your heart lurch in your throat, this is the one for you. As always, though, MIND THE TAGS.

8) ... Dadzawa. Without it being overdone, he's wonderfully in character.

9) Midoriya is still baby. Truly, you'll meet the class 1-A we know and love from the original story. Including and especially Kaminari.

10) It is a series, and the author very recently published a gorgeous (aka heartbreaking as well as original) one-shot belonging to the same storyline (the way I GASPED). There will apparently be a sequel in the future, but of course that might take time and the author has already given us so much, so be courteous and don't go harrassing them for a follow-up if you finish part one. They don't owe us one.

11) Forgot to specify it's gen.

Some extracts if it'll convince you (color and bold if deemed spoilery)

(1)

Kaminari’s breath came in sharp gasps, the unvented emotions that had built up throughout the night threatening to break out.

“You’re getting emotional again,” Shigaraki said flatly.

“I’m not,” Kaminari denied. “I know how to do my job, Tomura.”

“A job? Is that how you see it?”

Kaminari looked up and met Shigaraki’s eyes through Father’s fingers.

“A job,” Shigaraki let out a long, shuddering breath. “I’m hurt, Kaminari.”

“I didn’t mean it like—”

“Do you really see this as something so impersonal as a job? Something you can do from nine to five and then go home at the end of the day?”

(2)

Todoroki looked at him evenly, head tilting. The horrible scar that made girls find Todoroki mysterious and attractive just made Kaminari sick, and he could only look for so long, realizing just how much it bothered him. How much Todoroki hadn’t deserved whatever had caused it.

(3)

“You should’ve said something the moment you got hurt,” said Shouji.

“I know, I know,” said Kaminari. “Mr Aizawa will chew me out for it later. He’ll give me detention for the rest of forever.”

“Maybe you won’t cause so much trouble in detention,” Jirou scowled, though her eyes were tender. They were so soft, like a light haze at sunrise. Fear punched into his gut. No one looked at him like that before UA.

(4)

Midoriya froze, like he was a kid again, and Bakugou was the aggressive bully who’d tracked him down. Their dynamic had changed since then. There was some sort of strange respect present these days. The hostility was back in full force, though. The intensity of Bakugou’s glare, the fire in his eyes—there was a new emotion Midoriya hadn’t expected from him, something he hadn’t even seen him display towards people he was supposed to rescue. Protectiveness.

(This one made me unwell.)

(Came for the angst stayed for the 'Hey Kaminari's been acting really weird-' 'YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH-')

Kaminari may not be the UA traitor in canon, but he will always be the UA traitor in my heart

[tanakomio]

Enemy.

Sako Atsuhiro and Chisaki Kai are enemies.

It's something no one can deny. The two of them will be enemies until the very end of time, in the word’s most literal sense. They'll be enemies for eternity. This isn't a game or a manga. There is no escaping this fate, no way to escape it even if they want to. If anything, they both want to avoid it as much as possible, but that’s impossible now. It has been inevitable from the moment they met, and Sako will never forgive Chisaki for what he did.

Take a sigh, Sako thinks. He's tired. So tired. So damn tired of everything. Every moment spent with Chisaki feels like a living hell, every second spent thinking of him feels like being burned alive. And, oh God, how he wants to die. To just stop feeling like this. To stop suffering so goddamn much. Why does this have to happen? How did he fall into such a mess of shit when he's supposed to be so bright? why didn't Chisaki kill him right then? Just like that, Sako would have been dead by then, and he could have stopped all of these horrible feelings that keep eating away at his life.

No, he thinks again, shaking his head. No. He won't accept it that easily. Maybe things couldn't be better now, after all this time, but they can't be worse either. And Chisaki will get what's coming to him soon enough. Sako knows that much, at least. He's not stupid. He's not blind either. But for some reason, the sight of Chisaki's face is the only thing he can think about. The only thing that keeps getting under his skin. Even though he hates him so much. He wishes that this was just a bad dream, that he was still lying somewhere unconscious, and that this wasn't all really real. But he can't forget those eyes. Those golden eyes, those fucking gorgeous, beautiful golden eyes make him feel sicker than he already does.  He just… he just wants Chisaki out of his life. Forever.

"Toga and Twice are calling" Shigaraki's voice rang out, pulling Sako out of his thoughts.

Sighing again, he adjusted his mask. He foresaw this, the actions of most of the league members are always too predictable. So he wasn't too surprised to hear what Toga told.

Sako Atsuhiro and Chisaki Kai are enemies. And it was a joke of fate.

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.