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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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ari i am on my hands and knees begging you to write shigaraki + cockwarming (only if you want to though!!)

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little deaths | s. tomura

➳ tags ;; fem!reader, cockwarming (obviously), needy / lovesick shiggy, very light femdom

➳ wc ;; 1.1k

➳ plot ;; tomura, no - tenko, can't sit still

➳ a/n ;; ngl writing this made my heart rate SPEED (also first time writing smut for him so ?)

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He knows what he's doing when he looks at you like that.

He has to - with his the way he presses over your spine, arms spindly around your waist like a web. You can feel his gaze boring into your back, have been the whole time you were helping him tidy your room. He's not very subtle and he doesn't have it in him to try.

His voice is raspy and slight, a little agitated but he always sounds like that. His affectionate nature comes out in huffs and frustrated groans against the nape of your neck. His mouth leaves an open kiss, a confession or a threat or something in between that.

A heat flutters through you at the display of his lust. He's never been all that orthodox - everything he does is done because he thinks that's the right way. Love is no different and when Shigaraki loves you, he wants you and he wants you so much he's willing to whine for it. Press for it.

His voice is low in your ear. Affection seeps through his tone as you feel warm breath on your ski.

"No more cleaning," ― it's a demand more than it's a question ― "Wanna.. sit with you while I game. Come here,"

You want to tell him no, almost. But you'd be lying and you think Shigaraki hates liars more than anything. So you let him tug you, let him sit you in his lap. He turns his PC on and before it can turn on, you find his gloves hands on your thighs.

You regret wearing shorts, the half-stiff erection he's sporting strong against your cunt. You sigh placing a hand over his.

"Tomura," you repeat, exasperated. He doesn't respond so you repeat yourself "Tomura, baby"

"Say it again," he demands. He's petulant, fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts. He licks a stripe up your shoulder before biting it, frustrated "Again,"

"Baby, we can't just -"

He struggles to get your shorts down but he doesn't let that stop him, they bunch up at your knees as he shuffles around. He moves you to sit in the chair, ungracefully pulling his jeans down till his erect cock leaps and lays on his black shirt. He snatches you back to his lap swiftly, prying your thighs apart until they're spread - hooked over his own legs.

"Do you need prep?" but he doesn't really asks, just slides one of his fingers over your slit "Doesn't seem like it,"

"Baby," you say with more force and he stops, digs his fingers into your thighs. He needs you and you're making him wait and he hates it. He hates waiting so much but he stops.

"What." he spits. You roll your eyes at him.

"Slow down and don't speak to me like that," you say slow. He settles just a little - a breath passing.

"Just wanna ― fuck, feel you, can't I just feel you?" he asks you, frustrated. You know it won't last but he sounds so needy, so aching you give him a sigh. Leaning back, you lift your hips up to let the head press inside of you, proceeding to plant your feet on the floor in prep for whats next. Warm, wet heat envelops him and he moans - loud and shameless in your ears.

You can feel how jittery he is. No moving, right? His fingers are so harshly into your thighs it almost hurts, fat dimpled underneath his hands. You lean forward, your elbows resting on his gaming desk as you look over your shoulder.

Which proves to be a mistake - seeing him looking so fucking blissed out. Head thrown back, mouth agape, eyes fluttering and breathing heavy. His strong chest goes in and out and in and out and you shut your eyes.

"Go on," ― you say sarcastically, knowing he can't really hear you ― "Play your game, Tomura,"

He bites his lip as groans spill out his mouth, unrelenting pleasure raking through him. He doesn't even get through two-minutes of it, the heat of your pussy driving him into lust. With a sharp gasp, he immediately grabs you and stands up. You yelp, gripping the front of the table as he slams into you.

His thrusts are shallow and hardly thought through - clinging to you with such greed you almost want to laugh. His forehead drops onto your shoulder again as he groans. His breathing is ragged - his cock is long and narrows, feels as pretty as it looks inside of you. His moans quickly turn into whimpers as he fucks into you so hard his keyboard shakes.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck - love you, love your pussy. Hngh, shit" his voice cracks in the last word. You want to reply but the words don't come out right. He slams into you so quickly you almost lose your footing, cunt clenching harshly as he fucks you.

Tell me you love me, need you to - ngh. Need you to love me,"

You know what he means so you reach a hand around and brush your fingers on his thigh. You moan.

"I love you so much, Tomura,"

"No, no - not like that" he whines, still going. You blink briefly before you catch on, wanting to smile but moaning instead. Your orgasm hits you with an intense force as you choke out the syllables, body rag-dolling as he penetrates you over and over.

"I love you, Tenko. Love you s'much, oh fuck"

As soon as the words leave your lips he buries himself to the hilt, moaning as he spills hot seed inside of you. So much to unload even though he likes to take his stress out on your pussy whenever possible. It spills and drops onto the newly cleaned floors before. Instead of saying anything, he clears his desk and flips you around on his cock before sitting down. You straddle him, still stiff member twitching inside of you.

You blink at him, mouth agape as he lifts your shirt up over your tits and buries his face in them. He sits quiet, sucking at them until he sates himself on you for a brief moment. He's still hard. You look down at him, holding his face in your hands as he lays his cheek in your palm.

"You're so impatient," you tsk. He doesn't say anything, just kisses you before hugging you.

"Shut up," ― he replies, before adding ― "Need to go again,"

"And why's that?"

"Because," ― he says flatly ― "Couldn't see you that time. What id you didn't mean it?"

You sigh.

"Right. Whatever you say,"

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#shigaraki x reader #lov x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #prettyboy.thirsts #writing tag #formal

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unholytrinitytrio · 3 years

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HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO YOU BEING MISTAKEN AS YOUNGER

Pairings: Hawks x Older Reader, Dabi X Older Reader, Shigaraki X Older Reader

Warnings: Age gap, Manipulations, Man Handling

Word count: 976

TOMURA SHIGARAKI: TENKO SHIMURA

He’d be the type to seethe with anger quietly as you carelessly flirt with the guy. Honestly, are you really that flattered with being mistaken as younger your age.

“Hahaha, surely you don’t think I’m still within my twenties” you giggled happily tucking a hair strand behind your ears flattered that somehow your genetic worked wonders for your age.

He’s trying to make himself look busy while aimlessly scrolling in between his phone’s menu. While holding at the end of your dress shirt, tugging softly at times in order to garner your attention that he was already eager to leave this bitch ass boy that tried his luck.

“So like why don’t we go out? I know this place and we can still take your nephew-”

Having had enough Shigaraki finally straightened his posture behind you easily towering both you and your ‘companion’ putting away his phone inside his hoodie jacket.

“Blah blah blah can’t you shut your fuckin’ mouth already? My ears been ringing ever since shits started coming out of your mouth”

Shocked by the sudden insults spewing out of your lover’s mouth left the other party’s mouth agape.

“Respectfully fuck you” Shigaraki said before grabbing the back of your head smashing both of your lips, looking smugly at the other person.

Pulling back with your bottom lip between his teeth he released it satisfied with your starry eyed look for him.

He hates it whenever someone from the league comments on how you act as Shigaraki’s caretaker.

You sometimes baby him. He took it the wrong way.

Anyway, he was so pissed off of your constant babying that he showed you just how to fuck a baby inside you.

He was constantly whiny at you when you limited the times he asks you for sex. However lifting said ban resulted in digging your grave further. Says that as someone whose older than him he should service you often, even to the point of your exhaustion he still insisted on going at it.

Many times had you lost consciousness while going at it that it doesn’t faze you anymore at waking up with your legs on his shoulder his hips rapidly thrusting against you.

DABI: TOUYA TODOROKI

He was the one who got fooled by your good looks.

He first saw you hanging out by yourself in the bar he frequented. At first he thought you were an easy lay, but the way your eyes twinkle with amusement at his piss poor attempt at flirting his way in between your legs, said otherwise.

Even the bartender who knew better than to fuck with you, warned him amusingly.

Ironically he did bed you and he found it quite pleasant that you let him stay the night. Unfortunately he doesn’t find it quite amusing when you threw a laughing fit after you found out he actually believed you were younger than him or that you were somewhere with his age.

That is until you showed him a legal ID stating your 10 year age gap.

“Fuck I can’t believe I shacked some cougar” he grumbled while rubbing his temples.

“And I never said it wasn’t one of my best fuck” he mumbled before trying to scoot over to your body rubbing his face in between your shoulder.

“Just say you have mommy issues”

“Cradle robber”

Ever since, he always frequented in stopping by at your place, for food or sex he wasn’t sure anymore. Only that he rather spent his time back at your place than the league of people with few loose screws.

You should have never let him stay that night. He was so into his delusions, thinking that he finally has a place to go home that he never really confirmed your relationship with him.

“Dabi for the last time, it was just a one night stand whatever made you think we are going out?”

Grabbing you by your collar, steam dangerously close, making its way from his arms. He nastily spat out his words.

“Look at you, just so damn confused you can’t even plead for your life right”

He gets so turned on whenever you act in a motherly way. Wearing an apron, washing dishes, and even picking stuff he ‘accidentally’ dropped off the ground.

HAWKS: KEIGO TAKAMI

The grade A ego maniac, younger enterprise boss, that swooned his way inside your pants. He thinks it’s cute when you insisted that you were a lot older than you look.

“For the last time, I’m already old enough to be your mother” yes you were quite exaggerating but that doesn’t change the fact that this young and upcoming hero decided to give you his time of his day with no apparent reason.

Pouting at your answer before having a devilish thought in his head, Hawks leaned closer to you.

“Soo..mommy?” Hawks whispered by your ear before heading off with a smirk sliding past you, ready to return to his previous paper works before he stopped by your cubicle.

Before going out with you, he always implies playfully that it’s your fault he couldn’t date women his age.

He literally guilt tripped you and hinted threateningly to fire you, into dating him. Whatever works he guess?

Grimacing slightly when you saw his reflection enter your shared bathroom before he looked behind your shoulder to comment on your nightly routine.

“You should really start looking like your age” Hawks said wincing at the memory of how you got cat called by a bunch of rowdy teenagers while you were shopping along side him.

Literally into domestic kink, whenever you two had sex he always insists that you call him daddy and your the mommy.

He’s to into his own fantasy realm that he demands you always greet him with praises and kisses in front of the door whenever he comes back home like a good little wife that you are.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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A Protective Partner - Tomura Shigaraki Headcanons

Request: hi- im really sorry to bother you but ive been going through a tough time lately, stuff with my past and all but your writing has really been helping me through it. ive kind of been ghost binging your work and its one of the few things that calms me down as of late. i was wondering if maybe you could do a fic, a drabble, or even just some hcs about shigaraki who loves his s/o with everything he has, is just protective and won't let anything bad happen to her? just vows to protect her and let's her know that. i know its pretty soft and vague, but id just really like to read some whole-hearted love stuff right now, even if its blown completely out of proportion. dunno if you'll see this, but if you do, please don't feel obligated to answer or anything! i mostly just wanted to thank you for creating content that genuinely makes me feel better. i hope you have an awesome day/night! <3

A/N: I hope that you like it!! Feel better spoon!! Im always happy to talk to yall if youre going through stuff!! I hope that you enjoyed this. I always try to keep things realistic in a way when i write so i really hope that this was cute!!

Tomura isn’t quite the best with words. Living a sheltered life altered him, deprived him of the basic social skills and made a man who has set beliefs and morals. No matter the part of the relationship- the beginning stages of friendship, the trust gained and lost, the soft touches that burn against his skin, and the relationship part- it still remains forgin to him. It’s still something that he works on, that he grows and mimics. The parts that should be easy don’t read that way to him. He wants to prove to you and to himself that he isn’t just another chess piece but that he is his own person.

Though with stunted social skills, he still tries his best. He may not be the best at figuring out which emotion you are growing through nor can he properly read them, but he tries. Every touch is tentative until you reciprocate back towards him, your own hand twisting against his, your warmth pressed against his side, and your lips ghosting over his; every touch is something that he reaches with such carefulness as if he were to be pricked by a thorn. A simple touch makes his breath hitch and his heart skip a beat, a tender kiss against the scar near his eye makes him let out a shaky breath- he is so starved for affection that he is unable to word what he wants properly. He can try to act aloof but he knows when he’s been caught with a red face and a creeping smile that won’t falter so easily.

As the relationship develops, he’s able to tell when you’ve grown agitated or when you simply aren’t feeling your best. He understands that- he’s gone through huge shifts in his villainous career and while he may have been best when left alone and time to cool off, he knows that you are different from him. He doesn’t want to push so much, rather he’ll ask you if everything is okay, his hand reaching out to give yours a squeeze before releasing it and a pack of fruit snacks placed in your hands. Even then, he doesn’t relent, he may not push for an answer but he pushes for your time, wanting to be beside you even in silence to simply just sit and be in each other’s company.

More than likely, he’ll let you be in your thoughts for a day or two before confronting you- actually confronting you and asking you to tell him what’s wrong. He knows you’ve been acting differently- he can see the forced smiles, the way your eyes droop and how you distance yourself from the others in subtle ways from making yourself smaller to engaging with simple answers. His weight shifts in each foot, his hands clenched and a beginning redness starts to creep from his neck up towards his face. He doesn’t wait for an answer, rather letting out a sigh and sitting beside you as close as he can.

You can only suffer in silence for so long before he holds out his hand to you. An artist's glove covers his ring and pinky finger, his palm facing towards the cracked ceiling with the dim lighting making his features seem sharp, the shadow it casts grazing his profile and hiding the red that tints his face. He doesn’t verbally ask for your hand, rather letting it stay there as an offering for you to hold it or not. He wants for you to make that decision rather than him making it for you.

After several minutes of silence with his hand extended out towards you, your hand fits into his. Your fingers interlace with one another, the fabric soft against your bare skin. He takes this as his chance to talk, to let you slowly become comfortable in his presence, letting you know that you don’t have to talk, you can simply be there and he’ll be right beside you.

While he may not express it verbally, physical contact is something that he has grown to love. He believed that he could have lived without it, lived with the fact knowing that his hands could cause decay, but he wonders if that was something that he made up to ease the pain. He relishes in your touch, leans towards your warmth and loves to know that he can hold you with fear that you’ll leave him.

Your words come out slowly, a brief whisper that’s pained about how everything has suddenly gotten a bit too much. Your laugh is bitter, your eyes downcast and he can see a faint reddening of your cheeks, the brief color of red that settles against your skin and the way that you start to shift, looking at everything but at nothing, your eyes flickering around the room but never meeting his own eyes. Your voice tightens, your words tense and cracked between and he can see your facade slip for a moment, the eyes your eyes shine and how you suck in a deep breath of air through your teeth and the painful hold you have of his hand. You turn to him with a trembling bottom lip and a reddened nose, your eyes shining with tears. You slowly let go of his hand and call his name, your knee bumping against his as you turn to him.

His arms are solid against you, his hands pressed flat against your back as he pushes you close to him. You let out a short whine, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, your nose pressed against a pulsing point where he softly knocks his head against yours. Once he’s deemed that enough time has passed, he’ll pull away from you, cupping your face in his hands as he tells you that he would protect you against anything and everything. No matter what it is or who it is, he will always be on your side, he’ll protect you until his dying breath.

Slowly his hands fall from cupping your face to curving to your neck and towards the back of your head, tapping lightly to have you lean towards him. His lips press against the tip of your nose and he can hear your airy scoof, your lips tilting upwards as you wipe at your eyes. If there’s anything to describe Tomura, it’s passionate. He’s passionate about his goals, aiming to do whatever he can to make sure his version of the future comes into fruition, passionate about those close to him, becoming distraught at their absence and wanting to make sure that when he succeeds, whatever they want, they’ll receive. You’re one of the few people that he cares for, the lucky few that he would take with him to the ends of the world, to give you all that you ask for as long as you let him rest beside you.

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 3 years

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I ALSO LOVE SHIGADABI I CAN TALK ABOUT THEM FOR HOURSSS

Okay but what are your favorite shigadabi headcannons? Id love to hear them <33

They're romantic and domestic. Yes, they crave romance and tenderness in their lives, they crave feeling safe and relaxed. They crave love in its purest forms. They have so much trauma that their love language is in the details.

Dabi likes to comb Shigaraki's hair while he stares at nothing in the morning, sitting in their bed. He kisses the back of his neck, ties the pale strands in a lazy bun.

Shigaraki stays up late until Dabi is back, to make sure he eats something and drinks some water. He then guides Dabi to the bed and puts some soft music, resting his head on Dabi's chest.

They bath together, but in the less sexual way possible. They just make the other company, making sure the other covers all the cleaning routine. Thanks to Dabi's depression and Shigaraki's anxiety, normal stuff like brushing their teeth or washing their faces can be hard sometimes.

They go on long walks together, mostly at midnight or at 3am. They sit in the top on some abandoned building to stare at the night sky. Dabi brings Tomura closer when he's cold. They watch the city lights, they sing soflty their favorite songs, they kiss their knuckles and their cheeks and they just stare at the other, both sad and happy.

When they're really tired and can't fall asleep, when they can't even bring some strength to keep up their mental barriers, they play a game called "in another life".

“Would you stop by my flower shop?”

“I would stop every morning to ask for the meaning of a different flower. I wouldn't buy anything, tho. I'd tell you I haven't found the right one for the right person.”

“And when would you buy one?”

“When I found the one that it's just like you. Then I'd ask you on date. With a bouquet of flowers I'd just bought from you.”

They play those scenarios again and again in their heads. Sometimes they pretend they're in one of those lives. They whisper in the dark of the room or in lonely alleys. They become actors, they play their part.

And when things get rough, they think it's okay, even if we don't make it in this life, he's gonna find me in another.

They don't show how much they mean to the other in public. Still, you can find it in the details. When they finds the other's stare and the clock freeze. When they brush their arms walking down the hallway. When they make the other smile by accident. When they sit a bit too close and stare at the something else, looking like they don't care. They're trying to drink in the sensation. The presence of the other by his side, trying to capture him not with their eyes but with their hearts.

And in the deep of their hearts, they silently pray for the other to find a way back to the light. Dabi is sure he's not gonna make it, but he looks at the UA kids and the pro-heroes and he begs them in his mind:

“Please take him, take him in, make him happy, don't let him end like me, stop this from being the end of his story. I don't believe in heroes but if there's someone, anyone, just save him. Please.”

Shigaraki knows he lost the fight in the very beginning. He's nothing but another sacrifice for an useless war, but he can't help but look at Dabi and think:

“Get away from me, please. Please don't be a tragedy. Please don't die on me. Take him. If I fail, take him. If I succeed, take him too. Just keep him alive.”

They're fools, but they are not naive. They don't want forever. They don't need it.

To have the other, even for a second, it's enough.

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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ok let’s get it best friends

under any circumstance yes.

@husband-to-tomura-shigaraki - threatens to take away my shiggy all the time, hate crimes me, we would hug after

@rat-suki - i cannot explain but we would have great fights and then make out after it’s okay

@p-ssyfaery - my main bitch, we fight and then get our asses kicked by bakugou

@anarchicmartyr - you’re lactose intolerant, the weakest link, and i think we would hve a cute e2l thing going on

honourable mention @lady-bakuhoe - hates deku, tried to call me a n*zu simp

honourable mention @bakugous-trauma - called my ass flat, a sub who i like to bully

only verbally.

@sendhelpimstupid - we will have a medieval duel, in which i prove to thee that you’re the most beautiful maiden in the land

@doinmybesthere - verbally fighting with you to tell you how pretty you and if you deny it you will die by my fist

@honeykeigo - it’s just going to be me fighting you with love and then teasing you heheh :D

honourable mention @toshidou - will fight you verbally with praise bc you are the cutest little lamb boy on the planet

depends on the day.

@m-mortimer - we’ll be fighting for dominance when we kiss hehe and and other things ( but for today i am ur puppy!!! )

@daisy-bakugo - IM LOWKEY AFRAID OF YOU YOU MAKE ME SHY BUT THEN OTHER TIMES I WANNA FIGHT YOU FOR BIG SPOON POSITION

literally never, an angel.

@sawam0chi - you’re too sweet and adorable :(( just want to keep you in my pocket forever !!

@sleepykyan/ @eijishimas - no you’re my baby and if we fought i would genuinely cry SO HARD you don’t understand I’d die for you

@jirou-s - my sunshine :(( my love !! o could never fight you, literally too good for this plant and need to be protected

@pinkkento - another one of my babies, i love you so much you deserve only good things !!!

@izukine - i cannot fight my chocolate Hershey’s kiss queen, against the law, i must worship you for the rest of my life

@katsukis-foxie6 - a baby, the sweetest, the cutest little thing ive ever seen in my life

honourable mention @patchworkpuzzle - a baby, small and must be protected at all costs, nice to everyone and i want to kith

too scared to fight them.

@tomurasprincess - i am small and intimidated by your greatness JEISIS

@kouilla - Idk man, i feel like id be putting myself at risk trying to fight with you NEKAKZ

#[ 👾. games ]#[ 🍼. moots ]#ily all #OKEASE THIS WAS FUN TO DO AS WELL #SORRY IF I FORGOT ANYONE #this is based off of who interacted btw

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dadoroki · 4 years

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Every Comic Has A Story

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: softboi shiggy, fluff, swearing

Summary: When Japan’s most dangerous villain meets a witty and flirty comic store clerk.

The mall was unsurprisingly packed, as it was the weekend. Everyone had something to do or somewhere to go. Shopping for items, chatting with friends. Not for Shigaraki though.

After his tight encounter with Midoriya, he walked the crowded mall all alone, stuck in his own thoughts. How could he become stronger? To become better than Stain? To defeat All Might? His thoughts would be dispersed when a loud angry voice boomed from his right side.

“How many times do I gotta tell you kids? This stuff is 18+!” Shigaraki turned his attentive gaze towards your voice, a voice that could instantly gain anyone’s attention. Well, aside from how loud it was. He slowly walked into the store, staring at a messy rack full of comics but secretly eavesdropping on the conversation.

“Ma’am, I’m 18! See?” The boy handed you an ID card, one that instantly made you aware of how fake it was. The card was poorly constructed and taped for crying out loud. “You all look 12. Now get lost before I call one of those bad guys to come down and beat your asses.” The boys ran out of the shop in a hurry, fearing for their lives. You turned your attention to the new customer who wore his black sweater a bit too suspiciously. “Aye, you.”

Shigaraki calmly turned his head towards your direction. He was sure to cover his face, hanging his head down low. “You’re lookin’ hella suspicious. Did you come here to shoplift?” He stood in his place, squinting his eyes at the ground. Were you always this talkative and annoying? “Are you profiling me?”

You were taken aback by his response, moving your hands and shaking your head frantically. “Uh, no. Not at all. Sorry.” His face filled with annoyance, moving to grab a random comic and walking to your counter. You glanced at the book he chose, ‘Pretty Princess Diaries’. A giggle couldn’t help but escape your lips, causing Shigaraki to grow more agitated. You reached under the counter and grabbed a more suitable comic for him. “I think you’d enjoy this better. It’s about the psychology of the villain, Memphis, and how he defeats the heroes.”

There was no reason as to why he even stepped foot in the comic store but this was perfect for Shigaraki. It would give him many ideas and ways to help in the current situation he was in. However, he wasn’t willing to pay the price. “I don’t feel like buying this.” He began to lower his final finger on the cover page, ready to deteriorate it. That way, you’d be frightened by him. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s on the house.”

He removed his entire hand completely away from the comic, watching you take it and place it in a white bag. Confusion was the only emotion he was feeling. You handed him the bag with a smile. Even though you could barely see his face, he strongly caught your interest. He looked mysterious and interesting. Or maybe you’ve just been reading too many romance themes. “If you like it, come back and get the next one.”

Shigaraki looked at you with disgust, fully aware of the love eyes you sent him. He mumbled a quick “sure” and left the store, hoping to never step foot inside ever again.

When he got back from the long travel, he tossed the bag to the side and slumped on his cold bed. He glanced at the plastic bag before pulling out the comic and taking a long look at it. A dark matte cover, red cheapfire font imprinted in the center, and underneath was the main villain. Shigaraki had nothing else better to do so he decided to read only a bit of it. Going from one page, to thirteen, to forty, until it reached the end. He wasn’t aware but it was already 4am in the morning.

Shigaraki entered the store, the same place he refused to step foot in again. He placed the white bag on the counter, setting his empty hands back in his pockets. “I need the next one.” You could barely understand him through his mumbling, causing you to lean in closer. You noticed a few of his hidden features. His fragile face, chapped lips. Chapped lips?

“Nah, what you really need is some chapstick for those crusty ass lips.” You grabbed your cherry lip balm from your purse, holding it out to him with a wink. “You can have mine. It’s my favourite flavour.” Shigaraki snatched the item from your hand, shoving it in his pocket with a huff of annoyance. Your flirtatious presence really started to get on his nerves.

This would be his last visit to you and he couldn’t wait to leave but then, a thought popped off in his head. He needed a pawn to do his dirty work. The work that he nor his group could carry out due to the huge attention it would gain. He needed someone who was as easy as you. “You know, you’re quite a view.”

You raised a brow, not expecting the sudden compliment. “Oh, thanks.” Shigaraki wasn’t the best at flirting but he needed to try in order to fully wield you in. “When’s your lunch break?” You sat straighter in your chair, a smile slowly forming across your face. You weren’t really sure when but you knew your friend would cover your shift if he knew about the situation. “I can end now. Eijiro!” You called in the back room. “I need you to cover my shift please.”

Without even waiting for a response, you grabbed your purse and stood beside an irritated Shigaraki. He didn’t expect to be hanging out with you so soon and wasn’t fully mentally prepared for your excessive energy. It was going to be a long dreadful day.

You both sat on the edge of the water fountain, ice cream in hand. It had only been an hour and Shigaraki was ready to end himself. You gladly licked your ice cream while he sat still, staring at you. Everything about you annoyed him. The way you sat perfectly under the mall sunroof or how graceful you looked eating your ice cream. You took notice of the way his pinky extended away from his cone. “What are you, British?” You pointed at his finger, causing him to look down at it. “I don’t think all British people do that.”

You shrugged your shoulders, standing up from your spot. He followed your movements, his height causing him to look down on you. You embraced him in a tight hold, feeling the rigidness of his body. “I had a great time. By the way, what’s your name?”

He wasted no time in saying his name, incapable of standing your presence any longer. “Shigaraki.” Finally, you’d regret spending the day with him and leave him alone. You stood there silent in confusion, resting a finger on your chin. “Huh, like the villain?” Holy shit, this girl was dumber than he thought. “Anyways I gotta go. Come by tomorrow so we can do this again.” You left him speechless, standing all alone in the middle of the busy mall.

He was sure of giving up. You weren’t worth all the mental suffering but here he was with you again, walking around the same mall. Earlier, he had mentioned how he hated holding hands so instead, you linked your arm with his while he had his hands in his pockets. The big advertisement sign of skincare caught your attention, stopping you in your tracks and making him do the same. “Look Shigz, we should go in. You need that.”

You looked up at him with a cheeky smile, causing him to groan in revulsion. He wasn’t sure why he was going along with it. Applying chapstick was enough for him but to you, if it worked on his lips, it would definitely work on his face.

He noticed all the skin products on display, walking down the extremely bright aisle. He heard his nickname being called and turned around, feeling your soft hands rub against his face. “You said you had a skin condition so the employee recommended me this.” Shigaraki watched as you ran your fingers from his face, all the way down to his neck. He never recalled feeling another human’s touch in such a caring way.

You both made your way towards the counter, paying for the product and leaving. To his surprise, he actually bought the cream. The very first time in his life, he actually bought something instead of stealing it. You were a bad influence on him and his work and he needed nothing more than to depart from you.

“Shit, it’s almost time for my shift.” You stood on your tippy toes, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek before steadily jogging off. “I’ll see you soon!” Never in his life had he been given such affection. Shigaraki touched the area of where your lips had kissed with delicate fingers.

That night, he tossed and turned in his bed, struggling to find sleep. You were an internal battle to him. On one side, he hated your guts and wanted nothing more than to escape from you. On the other, he hated to say it but he enjoyed your company. The way you made him feel something he’d never felt in all his years of living. He decided at that moment, he’d confess to you. No, nothing romantic in any way but strictly his identity. The identity that you somehow failed to process.

“What do you mean she doesn’t work here?” The next day, Shigaraki stepped foot in the comic shop, only to be told you weren’t there. The new clerk adjusted his glasses. “I’m sorry, sir. You’re gonna have to describe her.” A now frustrated Shigaraki grew heavily impatient, not having the time to deal with this. He realized he never asked for your name, a stupid rookie mistake he made. “She’s this short, (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c) eyes, a little slow, annoying, and dumb.”

The man shook his head with a puzzled face. “I’m sorry but I just started working here and I don’t know much of who works here.” Shigaraki scratched his neck, seconds away from decaying him but restraining himself. “What’s the point of asking me that question then?”

He walked out of the store defeated. Shockingly, he didn’t reach over the counter to kill the goof. You really were a bad influence on him. A moment of walking later, he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Shigz.”

He recognized the fine voice all too clearly. He started to broil in anger. In a matter of seconds, he quickly spun around to face you. “Where were you? I tried visiting you and you weren’t there.” You were astounded, never witnessing Shigaraki this mad before. Usually, he was calm and quiet. “I quit my job. They weren’t paying good.”

He closed his eyes, letting the stress leave his body. “Listen closely.” He opened his red eyes which met yours. In that instant, he wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to express how he felt but his feelings were too complicated and corrupted. “Like I said, I’m Tomura Shigaraki. The leader of the League of Villains.”

“Uh, yeah. You already told me.” He paused in perplexity, having the inability to speak or understand the situation. What did you mean you already knew? For the longest time, he thought you weren’t the brightest and he was okay with that. You began to laugh, trying to maintain it with a hand clasped on your mouth. “Did you really think I didn’t know? It was pretty obvious, Shigz. I just wanted to get to know you as you. Not how everyone sees you.”

He stood motionless feeling flabbergasted, allowing you to grab onto his arm. “I never asked you for your name.” If he never mentioned it, you’d had completely forgotten about it. “(Y/n).”

“(Y/n)” He trailed in a slight whisper, repeating after you. “Why don’t I take you on a proper date?”

With the biggest smile that warmed Shigaraki’s cold heart, you held him in closer.

“I would like that a lot.”

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soup-forthesoul · 4 years

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(Hhhhnnng Id do that, ngl. Thanks for the prompt @librarybunny13!)

Waiting it's never nice, especially when you're waiting for a loved one to arrive from something potentially life threatening. You hated when Tomura left you like this; alone, worried, without further explanation of where he was or what he was doing or why. You're so frustrated, but most importantly, you miss him so much it almost hurts.

It's been two whole weeks, and it's hard to sleep alone again when you're already used to having his arms on you, his kisses on your neck, your chest, your lips... You can't help but seek out reminders of him: his games, his shirts... His hoodie.

You had found it close to your bed while picking up the laundry Shigaraki insisted on throwing on the floor. He had used it before leaving, which meant it probably still smelled like him... And you find yourself holding it closer to your face, nuzzling it.

He was gone for so long, all you wanted was to bury your face on his neck, pepper him with kisses and affection. His hoodie held just enough of him to make your gut clench. some tears start welling up, worries getting the best of you.

Your skeleton almost leaves your body when the door swings open with aggression, Tomuras thin frame standing slouched on the doorway. His red eyes immediately fall on you hugging tight the piece of fabric, eyes glossy from tears, face buried in the neck of it.

“... the hell you’re doing?” his voice sounds tired, and you straight up sob. you say nothing as you cross the room and hug him, the tears running freely down your cheeks while you hug Shigaraki.

“What’s wrong?” his voice is tense now, ready to act upon whatever. he raises your face with careful fingers, looks into your eyes searching for whatever clue you may give him about what is happening. You smile at him, though, and his eyes loose a bit of their edge, posture visibly relaxing.

“I missed you so, so much, Shigaraki Tomura.”

#shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #librarybunny13 #shigaraki imagine #tomura bnha #tomura imagine #bnha tomura #fluff #my hero academia shigaraki #oof this is kinda big #and somewhat angsty??#hope u liked it bunny!

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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Curious Cat Pt Seven

Summary. Shigaraki, feared villain. Had been hit with a quirk that turned him into a cat. Reader takes him home and takes care of this mouthy fussy cat thinking hes just another stray. Slowly Shigaraki warms up to her but as soon as he does the quirk wore off and he treats himself. Now hes back with the League full of regret

Nsfw.

Fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck what the fuck what the HELL.

Shigaraki grabbed your wrist with his pinkie up dragging you away from the bar stomping down to his room slamming the door behind you and pinning you to the wall with your wrist above your head. His red eyes dug into your surprised face, he didn't like it . “ why the hell are you smiling?” He spat out squeezing your wrist. “Why didn't you say something huh? Tell me to get off you, to stop. If you knew it was me. You stupid foolish Human.”

He got closer , his breath on your face. “I could have killed you if my hands slipped, I could kill you right now if i wanted to.” He dragged you to the bed throwing you on it getting on top of you flipping you to your stomach and grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger so he could turn you to see him. “I'm a villain, a murderer. The fact that You came to this side of the fucking city just to give me that fffffucking apron and that stupid collar. I hated that thing.” He dug his knee into your thigh while he talked. “Stupid little fish name tag . I hated that name. The only reason i came when you said it was because i was getting food or a chance to see your slutty body in the shower”. He rolled you over sitting on your hips huffing hard and staring down at you.

His grip was weak but it still hurt. Oh Tomu.. you are so angry right now.. those fits you threw when i left for work are nothing compared to these. You watched him. Not making any noise, just listening to what he had to say. Shigaraki threw you on the bed and you felt him get on top of you and when he grabbed your face you looked back at him with no struggle. I guess it was silly to come here huh? But after i figured it out i thought you would like the items as a keepsake. You winced from his knee digging into you . You were always so happy when i called you, sure it took a few days but seeing your face after a hard day always made it better for me.. Having you jump in the shower with me always made me laugh and smile . He flipped you over huffing hard.

You looked up at his skinny body, his shirt was too big and hung off his neck . Slowly your eyes found his and you lifted your arm up to rest your hand on his chest,speaking sweetly. “Tomu, you are so skinny. Are you eating enough?”

WHAT!!!!

He pinned you down yelling in your face . “Excuse me!!? You eat microwaved food every night!!! You order pizza every other tuesday!!! You maybe eat a home cooked meal once a week and if you do its fucking chicken!!!” He grabbed your cheeks huffing harder. “Maybe if you got a real job you could afford actual fucking FOOD.” Foolish, inconsiderate…

You smiled up at him running a hand through his hair. “Tomu. “

“ and stop calling me -!!”

You brought his head to you and pressed your soft lips on his. His eyes got very wide and his grip on your cheeks away. You pulled him closer wrapping a leg around him . Shigaraki dug eight fingers into your shoulders kissing you back, forcing his tongue into your mouth and dusting your shirt.

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You were under Shigaraki , naked watching him thrust into you with the angriest look on his face. He grabbed your hair yanking your head back and you pulled him closer kissing his shoulder making him let go.

“ foolish.. human..” he huffed out with a pant. “Tell me.. why you didn't fff… fucking say anything”

“Because i .. i didn't want to.. i thought someone -mmf..- broke in and i was scared. But no break in would be as gentle …” you moaned wrapping a leg around him. “As gentle as you. I assumed you were an actual person when you started throwing fits. I've never seen a cat throw such a tantrum before.”

His thrust got harder. His balls slamming into you now. “Oh yeah? What did you do when you woke up then?”

You gave him a sweet smile and it just made him go harder, your chest moving now. “I thought maybe you turned back into a cat and id act like it never happened. But then I remembered the windows were open and well..”

He bit your shoulder growling. “Because your stupid!! Who leaves all their windows open at night?!?” He pulled away to glare at you. “Foolish Human. I should have killed you when I met you.”

You smiled wrapping your arms around him and he shook you off pulling out to roll you over getting back on you and shoving himself in you again. “But you came to my job Tomu. To give me the collar remember.?” You looked back and his pace slowed.

“That basket.. was almost half my paycheck but.. I really wanted to get you a little bed. And that's when I saw the collar. “. You looked back at his wide eyes and confused face. “You were my first cat Tomura. Even if you were only a cat for a few weeks. I loved every second. You never bit me or scratched me, i think once you almost did but that was because your toy got stuck under the couch and you couldn't reach it. You nipped my wrist and i said ’ouch’ . The look you had on your face was like you were crushed. You avoided me all day.” He slowed to a stop.

Thats.. right.. all because of that stupid toy.

“If you don't want me to come back I won't. But just know i love you.”

God.. DAMMIT.

He grabbed your hips digging his thumbs in fucking you as fast as he could, panting heavily and sweating. “YOU GOD DAMN FOOLISH HUMAN!!!” His cock pressed all the way inside you and he came hard.

His whole body was shaking. “I hate you. Human, I hate you. Look at you! I came inside your slutty pussy. You could get pregnant. Is that what you want? A villain's child?!? A low life murderer who's wanted by the Pros?” He pulled out getting off the bed pulling sweat pants on, his back to you.

You got up looking around the floor and pulled on some of his sweatpants and a hoodie. Slowly you walked over to him wrapping your hands around his chest with yours pressed against his back, you held a single hand out for him.

“If you hate me, Tomura Shigaraki, then dust me. End it. Ill never bother you again. If you truly honestly hate me. I'm offering you the chance.” You nuzzled into his neck talking low. “I'm also unable to have children”

He stared at your hand with anger in his eyes. Stupid Human. I hate you. I hate you . He grabbed your wrist with his pinkie up , it was shaking. Ill fucking kill you. And then ill be free of you. He lowered his pinkie slightly. You cant…? Good.. id hate to have a kid with such a lazy human. His pinkie got lower and you closed your eyes . “I love you Tomu.”

Oh fuck me. His grip on you was released and he turned around pulling you to him. “Foolish Human. I l-l-love you too.”

You sighed with relief kissing him properly this time. Shigaraki pulled you to him falling back on the bed

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catsukibakuhoe · 5 years

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Tomura Shigaraki x Reader: New Gloves

You had gotten used to it, really. It was a long process of getting closer to him, and even after dating him for 5 months now, you could tell Shigaraki didn’t trust you. He made no attempt to act like he did, and tiptoed around you despite knowing you had no one to tell. It was also hard being unable to hold his hand or touch him without disintegrating, which was a big factor in why the two of you never even looked like a couple. Never talking, never holding each other. Even the league had started wondering if you two were actually dating or not. Most days now he was either planning an attack on U.A. or finding other things to do in his room. It’s obvious you weren’t happy, at least you think it is. But you finally had an idea for something that could help.

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Cold streets covered in rain clicked against your heels as you ran down the sidewalk. You had to wear a hood in order to not be identified as one of the most wanted villains’ girlfriend, who currently had a bounty over their head of 2 million yen if brought in alive. No one was really smart enough to be looking for you, however, as mothers pushed their children in the rain and police forces helped elderly women put groceries into their car. This was what most of your journey consisted of, watching others live carefree as a criminal walked feet away from them.

Nothing about that could stop the smile on your face, though. The idea of finally being able to be touched by your boyfriend with all five of his fingers was too exciting for you. Of course it would be kind of hard to do what you planned on doing, but that didn’t stop you from going after it. No matter what you would get these gloves.

Reaching the gates of U.A. High, you used the student ID you had snagged off of Uraraka the last time you attacked and looked around, slipping through the newly opened entrance. The school was mostly empty since it was a Saturday, most of the kids were in the dorms. No one, including teachers, were roaming the grounds. ‘Perfect.’ Sneaking into the labs of the support students you grabbed the gloves made for Ochaco Uraraka laying on the desk of Hatsume Mei.

You didn’t think of yourself as an evil person; more as someone who tended to lean towards problematic people and wanted to help them. However, as you were sneaking out of one of the most prestigious hero schools with stolen items in your possession, you had never felt more alive. Wind blew through your hair and the sun came out from rain clouds and beamed on your face. Getting a bit too daring, you removed the hood from your face. This seemed to alert sensors as the alarms began going off. ‘Facial recognition. Shit.’ Running slightly faster you spun through the entrance doors as soon as they began to shut. As you barely made it in time you heard screams coming from behind you, only pushing you to move further faster. A train blared and you saw an opportunity, jumping on the train and holding onto the sides of it, pulling your hood back up.

The day had been fairly hectic, but once the train reached your stop, everything felt calm again. The walk back to the house wasn’t very long, but was tiring nonetheless. Opening the door and walking inside, Shigaraki ran to you.

“Where were you?? I saw something on the TV about U.A. being broken into. Was that you?” He questioned, looking over you slightly concerned. Pulling out the gloves from your pocket, you handed them to your boyfriend.

“I got these for you. They shouldn’t disintegrate since they're made to withstand Ochaco Uraraka’s quirk.” He looked over them before fully putting them over his hands. Nothing happened to them. His eyes widened as he took your hand in his.

“You know I don’t like showing affection through words, but I was worried about you. Thank you.” You nodded, squeezing his hand and smiling.

“You’re welcome. They’re probably really mad after that one.” He nodded, looking down with a small smirk on his face.

“This is just part of the game. They take Bakugou back from us, we take their gloves.” You laughed.

“Wanna plan the next chapter together, then?” He nodded, his face flushed as he removed the hand over his face to place a chapped kiss on your face.

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ghost-ghost-baby · 5 years

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General BNHA yandere hcs pt. 2

a/n: y’all,,, i am s o sorry,,, i wanted to get this out yesterday but a bitch had the EARLY shift,,,,,, and passed out,,,, and overslept so they couldn’t post it in the mornin,,, i fuckin love these boys id die for all of themmm,,,,

warnings: slight nsfw

requests: open

Denki

Oh this boy? I love him

We all know he’s uh,,, somewhat of a flirt, but as soon as he sees you, anyone else ceases to matter.

He’d be completely obsessed with you, what you wore, the perfume you used, who your friends were, what hobbies you had, what you looked for in a perfect partner.

He has a reputation as a bit of a dumbass, so he’d use that to his advantage. Asks you to help him study, usually in your room, or his.

When you get together these uh… study sessions… turn more into him studying how to get you off, I won’t lie. He just wants to make you feel good, so you don’t have an excuse to leave him

He’s one of the more laid back yanderes, he’d break into your room over kidnapping you.

This boi is c l i n g y,,,, he could even rival Izuku. He loves to brag and show you off, make everyone see how much you love him.

Its subtle, but he’d make you rely on him more and more as time went on, you’d barely even consider getting a job because you never needed anything, Denki always got it for you.

Would totally be up for sharing, we all know this boi aint straight or monogamous, and he’d have no problem being a more submissive yandere.

He’s highkey into using his quirk on you, whether you’re being disobedient or he just wants to see you jump. It gets even worse during sex, especially if he loses control.

Would love to buy you outfits, they range from completely adorable to embarrassingly kinky, we all know Denki is in to a l o t of stuff, and he’d have no problem with sharing them.

It’s hard to get him jealous, since people usually get the hint that you guys are together, but on the occasion he does, the person regrets it as soon as the words leave their mouth. If they have common sense, they’ll run. If they don’t? They’re gonna get electrocuted

If he’s almost used the full power of his quirk he just… it’s a mix of up of him being absolutely sappy, or hornier than anyone else on the planet, he’d try to kiss you but he’d miss. Either way, it’ll make you laugh.

Katuski

Sees you for the first time and immediately names himself your protector, you don’t even get a choice.

Whenever something bad happens, he manages to be there and save your ass, it doesn’t matter if it’s villains or school is getting you down, he’ll be there for you and you’ll slowly depend on him.

Would always be cooking for you, you’re barely able to eat anything other than what he’s cooked for you,, if we’re being real. He doesn’t trust anything he didn’t make himself, making sure it's perfect and is going to make you stronger and healthier.

Would break into your locker to steal your jackets, just so you’d have to ask to borrow his.

He’d be okay with sharing if there was absolutely no way they could hurt you, and as long as you didn’t love them more than him, that wasn’t allowed.

You better hope your quirk doesn’t injure you, but Katsuki’s going to be monitoring it very closely no matter what.

You’re not allowed near anything dangerous in the slightest, if there's the slightest risk you’d get hurt? It’s not happening.

When you do get hurt? Katsuki would be an absolute mess. He’d quickly clean the injury, doing his best not to yell about how you never should have left his sight. And then he’ll just cling to you. We all know he’d be terrified if you got hurt.

Only resolves to PDA if he feels like he’s been threatened, but he doesn’t hold back. He’ll give you a hickey right in front of them and feel no remorse at all.

He doesn’t lash out if you make him mad, no, he’ll completely ignore you until you’re begging for his forgiveness.

Would be into almost anything you are, but when it comes to bondage he wouldn't let you tie him up until he completely trusted you, and even then he'd insist he could break out of it if he tried.

Seeing as he doesn't want to hurt you, when it comes to punishments he definitely takes a uh…. kinkier road. Edging is his go to, overstimulation is second to that

Tomura

He wouldn’t even try to play nice, as soon as he wanted you, he had you. It was as simple as that.

He’d get you anything you could ever need, but his moods can be unpredictable.

He gets frustrated v e r y easily, so if you resist at first, he’s going to be a mix of yelling at you about how you’re an ungrateful bitch, to more desperate moments and ‘i just want you to love me’s.

If you do go along with him, however, his mood is much better.

Tomura is the definition of a needy brat. All your attention needs to be on him, all the time, or they’ll be hell to pay. He’s not above destroying your things, to hurt you and get your attention back on him. The one time he caught you and Dabi talking alone? You had to drag him off to stop him killing Dabi, and when you got back to your room? Lets just say you didn’t leave for days, and when you did, the both of you were absolutely covered in bites and bruises.

When the two of you do go out in public, his arm is always slung around you, and he glares at anyone that dares get too close or even look at you wrong.

He’s too possessive to even leave you alone with Toga, he trusts you, but he doesn’t trust her one bit.

Needs constant reassurance that you do love him, and that you want him as bad as he wants you.

Insists that you’re always touching him in some way, if you’re not he’s not above laying on you in private, or very forcefully tugging you to his side in public.

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fairymadnessyeah · 5 years

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Birthday Boys

Chapter 3: Sibbling

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Shouto Todoroki liked to think he took good decisions. At first, it might not seem like it, but he swears that they were. Telling Midoriya about his home situation was a good decision. Becoming Bakugou’s friend was a good decision. Ish. They all sounded like terrible ideas that could end horribly wrong. But they didn’t. So he was pretty much sure that going to his brother’s work place after being rejected by said brother was one of those ideas of him. It sounded stupid and dangerous but he knew it was a good one.

He stepped out of the bus and walked for fifteen minutes to Inferno. When he entered an electric guitar echoed instead of a bell and he heard someone telling him to wait for a moment from another room.

The place was dark, with giant murals in each wall, lighted by ulta-violet light above them that made some parts of them shine. At the front of the store, with their backs to the window, was a couch and a couple of chairs with a coffee table that had different portfolios on it. At the back, there was a gateway with a courtain on the right corner, a door on the left and in between them a counter with a cash register on it that displayed a thousand different piercings. A constant buzzing mixed in the background with some rock music he couldn't place, bringing the whole place together.

As soon as Shouto sat down on the worn out couch, Touya stepped through the courtain and locked eyes on him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked angry.

“I want a tattoo” Shouto told him as he grabbed a portfolio filled with tattoo designs.

“You are only sixteen, you need your tutors consent, which you don’t have” He explained to the younger guy “Leave.”

“Then I want a piercing” Shouto told him, leaving the portfolio and getting a closer look on the display, ignoring his brother’s stare.

As he was looking, a woman with purple and black hair came out of the room with her forearm wrapped in film paper. She had an intricate design of vines and flowers that wrapped around a skull with red seeds in its mouth. The lady paid and left.

Shouto kept on looking at the piercings display feeling his brother’s glare on his back. Touya would have to deal with it, because Shouto had a plan and if he had to take his damn time looking at piercings, he will.

Yesterday, on Sunday, after seeing his sister so broken over Touya and what happened at the grill, Shouto decided that he was not going to let his brother walk out of their life again.

Not without doing something about it. Not this time.

The guitar door riff sounded again and both brothers turned to look at the newcomer. It was a red haired guy with a white uniform. “Hey Dabi, got your hair dye right here” She said and waved a box that she left in the counter.

“Who’s this little fella?” She asked as she pulled the sunglasses she was wearing to look at him better.

“I’m Shouto” He told her.

“Well, I’m Magne, I work at the salon next door.” She took out a flyer and have it to him. She looked towards Dabi to say something to him but came to the receiving end of the ’icy glare’ “Au revoir” She waved and blew them a kiss as she left the store.

“She seems nice” Shouto told his brother as he folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

“Are you done yet? Or are you going to keep wasting my time?” Touya asked him glaring at him.

Shouto pointed to two pendants, one with a flame and other with a snowflake. Dabi rolled his eyes with a sight and took them out of the display. He placed them on the counter and crossed his arms.

“Which ones you want?” Dabi asked him as he let him take a closer look at the pendants.

“A two and a six”

“Same ear?” Dabi asked as he walked to the doorway with the curtain.

“No. The snowflake on the right and the flame on the left” He followed his brother behind the curtain with the two pendants.

The room was like the rest of the place with murals decorating every wall, though this ones were more muted and less dark. There was a seat, like one would find in a dentist office but black and leathery. And next to it a machine Shouto had never seen. He guessed it was the tattoo gun.

Dabi rolled the machine to a wall next to a full length mirror and exchanged it for a rolling table with a piercing gun. He took out a bottle of alcohol as Shouto sat on the chair. He gave his eldest brother the two pendants as he started to disinfect his ear.

He took the gun and pierced one ear and then put the pendant in. He repeated the action on the other ear and when he was done, Shouto went to the mirror to look at it. It looked great. Would Midoriya like It? Would Yaoyorozu like it? He though as he stared at them. The two brothers heard the guitar/bell go off and Dabi left without a word. Shouto took a picture with his phone and as he was sending it to his friends, he heard his brother speak.

“Look Mist-man, I get it that you want to take care of the guy, but I need you to stay out of our problems.” Shouto stepped through the doorway and saw that his brother was talking to a guy in a suit with purple blackish hair, that stood up as if it was floating. “Whatever happens between Mophead and I, is our business and our business only.” The other man sighted.

“You’re still mad at Shigaraki?” Shouto asked and both men turned to look at him. He stared at the new guy and streched his hand for him to shake. “I’m Dabi’s younger brother, Todoroki Shouto”

“Kurogiri” The man said surprised as he shook his hand “It’s a plasure to meet you”

“Dabi and Shigaraki are fighting because of me and my other siblings. Shiagaraki contacted us and tried to surprise him but Dabi didn’t take it very well and left.” Shouto explained to him and recieved a flick to his recently pierced ear. “OW”

“Shut up, Shouto” His brother hissed at him.

“I see” Kurogiri said as Shouto held his ear, feeling as if it was going to come out. “Very well, Dabi, I will stay out of it, but I do believe you should talk with Tenko. Young Todoroki” He bowed his head to Shouto as then left the shop.

“Pay for the piercings and leave” Dabi told him.

Just as Shouto was taking out his wallet, the guitar riff went off and a blonde guy came throught. He said he had an appointment and Shouto told his brother to go ahead and that he could wait. He sat on the couch and started looking at the portfolios. Dabi sighted and asked the guy for his ID before leading him to the back room.

Three hours later, the guy left with a pegasus on the back of his left shoulder. Shouto spent the last hour answering his phone since his friends had seen the picture he sent of his new piercings. The coments varied from surprise to joy.

During those hours, he could only hear the buzzing sound of the machine and some punk song that he didn’t recognise. He liked it here, it was soothing.

When the guy left the shop, he paid Dabi and left with a ‘See you tomorrow’. He walked to the bus and after an hour, made it to the dorms on curfew.

The next day, after school, he went back to the tattoo place. He took his books and schoolbag with him this time. When he entered, Dabi was talking to a girl with messy buns that was sitting on the counter. When she saw him, she jumped out the display and went to his side asking him a million questions at a time. Aperently Kurogiri had told all of Dabi's friends about Shouto.

“Hi, I’m Toga, Are you Dabi’s brother? How many does he have? Ooohhh was he prick when he was younger? And when did his emo phase start? Was he a good brother? I love your hair, where do you dye it?” The girl spoke fast and only breathed again when she finished asking.

“Umm…” Shouto blinked confused, not accustumed to the girls mannerisms. “Yes. Two more, a brother and sister. He was. When he was 10. He was. I don’t dye my hair” Shouto answered all her questions in order.

“You don’t?” She asked cofused and started to mess with his hair.

“I have vertiligo in the right side of my body and it mutated with my mother’s albino genes that she passed me. So… Half white, half red” He explained to her.

“Cool” She complimented him. “Can I take a closer look?”

“Sure” He shruged and Toga pulled him to the couch were she started to take a closer inspection at his hair.

Meanwhile, Dabi was confused and pissed off. This was not starting to be a good year for him. First, his boyfriend, the guy he thought would understand his decision to leave his family out of his life, went against his back and brought them himself to him. Second, all of their friends, who he thought would tell Tomura how wrong his accions were, took his side and told Dabi he was being ‘paranoid’ and ‘stupid’. And third, his stupid baby brother, who was only 16 at the time, was staying at his shop for the second time, and something deep inside him told him it would not be the last.

Both brothers, without noticing, took out their notebooks at the same time. One started sketching while the other writing. Toga chuckled at it and watched as the two got lost in the pages.

“What are you writing?” She asked the younger brother.

“I have homework. I need to write an essay for my English class.” He told her and showed her the paper he started. “It’s about the moon landing”

Toga snorted at that. “You are so much like Dabi. Everytime he gets drunk he starts telling us all his theories of how the goverment fakes everything and how they are going to implant devices in our heads to control us.” She told him, giggling. “One time he got so drunk, he left to prove that he was right and came back with twelve books about politics.”

Shouto laughed at the memory with Toga until Dabi closed his notebook loudly, making them stop. Toga kept on chuckling and stood up to puch Dabi in his arm. She left telling Shouto to come visit her at Killer Queen for a makeover and waving like crazy. Shouto waved back confused at the strange yet nice girl.

The two brothers spent the rest of the day in silence. A couple of costumers made an appearance, but nothing too time-consuming. Just some piercings and a wrist tattoo of the word ‘Ohana’. As the hours went by, he could see his brothers patience running out.

Dabi sighted and massaged his temples. “Kid what are you doing?” He asked him. “I know Tomura told you about One for all and the gang. Do I have to explain to you in how much danger you could be for just being here?”

“No” Shouto told him. “But you are being stupid. Isn't the guy in jail?" Touya didn't respond to that and the two spent the rest of the evening in silence. When Shouto's alarm went off,he packedhis things and left, telling his brother he would come by tomorrow too.

Days passed, and by the second week, Dabi and Shouto had unintentionaly created a rutine of their own. Every evening, except on weekend or if he had too much homework, Shouto would stop by Inferno and spend the entire evening with his brother and, sometimes, his gang. He would stay behind the register helping his brother with costumers or making small talk with Dabi's friends. His brother for the most part ignored him or asked him to leave, but Shouto stayed. He liked the Tattoo parlour.

He also liked Dabi's friends. After Toga meet him, everybody else wanted to too. And they all gave him insight of who his brother was now and who he hanged out with.

There was Magne, that got kicked out of her home when she came out; Toga, that also run away from her home; Spinner; that worked with Dabi one day of the week; Twice, that had a personality disorder; Kurogiri, that was hired as Shigaraki's caretaker. He knew there was some things they weren't telling him, but he understood why. The past hurt.

Besides, they kept each other safe, and he was kinda glad that his brother was able to find a place where he could belong.

Maybe he should've felt more jealouse about it. Hell, this people were more like Dabi's family than his blood family had ever been. But he knew feeling like that wouldn't help at all. He can share his brother. It was only a matter of time before he broke him and Dabi accepted his love.

It worked on Bakugou, so it should work on him. Spend as much time as he could with him to create a bond and before he realises it...BAM, family.

He missed going out with his friends a little, but he was nothing if not determined. He was not going to let him run away this time. He wanted his brother back, he needed him. The whole family needed him.

After what happened at the grill, things changed. Natsuo and Fuyumi had fell back into their coping mechanism, yet agreed to leave Mom blissfully unaware of the situation with Touya. Fuyumi was represing every bad emotion, faking her smile till it became real. While Natsuo became angry. But now that their father was gone, he got no one to redirect that anger to. And he didn't want to redirected to his sibblings, so he was stopping by less.

But Shouto was going to fix it. Everything. They were never going to be the perfect little family, he wasn't that unrealistic. But they were going to be a family. He didn't know how, but the least he could do is try.

The only thing that he didn't know what he was going to do about was Dabi's and Shigaraki's relationship. The two had not made amends since Touya's birthday, even after all the presure his friends put on Dabi. The last time Shouto had asked, Dabi threatened him to kick him out of the shop. He hasn't brought it up ever since. He hopes that after the problem with his sibblings end, both men will get back together naturally.

When Shouto first started visiting Dabi's Tattoo parlour, he figured if he ignored him, he would leave on his own. When he didn't, he simply gave him a job to do, so that he wouldn't want to be here. Now he had been coming and spending time with him for three weeks, so it was time to take extreme measures. Was he going to hurt Shouto? That was the idea. He didn't want to do it, but it was better than the alternative.

When Shouto came into the shop, at the same time he had everyday for the past weeks, with his school things, Dabi fired.

"Why do you care so much about someone who doesn't give a shit about you?"

Shouto paused at that. He was in the middle of sitting on a old stool Kurogiri had given him when he started working at Inferno. He blinked three times at Dabi before answering. "That's not true. You do care. You just like to pretend you don't to push me away."

Dabi stared at him with a stupefied look, he was not expecting his brother to read him so well. "If you didn't care about me you would have kicked me out of the shop a long time ago. Or listen every time I talk about Fuyumi and Natsou. Or mom" The young man continue.

"Shouto, I ran away without any of you for a reason..." Dabi tried to reason with his baby brother.

"Maybe, but you still thought about us." The dual haired boy told him.

"And what makes you say that?" Dabi asked, trying to hide the fact that he was somewhat right.

"Because when I tried, I thought about them too" At that, Dabi shut up. He was really not expecting that. "It was before UA. One day, after a bad section with dad, I just started packing and thinking how everybody's life would be better without me. Fuyumi could move out, Natsuo wouldn't have to stop by anymore and mom... didn't have see me anymore. Everybody would be okay..." Shouto explained, his voice breaking at the thought of his mom.

"What happened?..." Dabi asked scarred of the responce.

"I was too scarred. I almost never went out of the house, Dad had me home schooled when you left. I didn't know how the world worked, so... well..." Shouto didn't continue, the memory still fresh in his mind.

Dabi opened and closed his mouth, looking for the right responce. But what do you say to that.

The guitar-bell went off and a girl came in throught the door. Dabi welcomed her into the store and asked her what she wanted. Shouto, while Dabi talked to the girl, took out his phone and started chatting with his friends. The girl got a phrase from a book and an infinity tattoo. Dabi drew on her on automatic, they weren't so difficult. He was in the tattoing room for half an hour.

When he came back out, the girl was already paying Shouto. The guitar-bell sounded of again, this time with the costumers departure. A tencion filled with anxious energy covered the whole place. It felt like if he did a wrong move, everything would implode. The two brothers didn't like it. Dabi knew he had to say something, but he didn't know what he wanted anymore. If he said something encouraging, Shouto would stay and probably bing Fuyumi and Natsuo with him next (Which was bad all on it's own). But if he said something bad, Shouto would probably never return (but did he wanted that anymore? Three weeks and he was already looking forward to Shouto coming to the store and telling him how his day went). So, instead, Dabi decided to explain things to his baby brother.

"You're right,..." Shouto looked up at him when he started untangle his thought to him "I do care about you and Fuyumi and Natsuo and.... But... I don't ... I changed, okay? The Touya you remember,... I'm not him anymore. I'm not the same kid that run away years ago. I'm Dabi now. And I don't... I don't think it's someone you would like..."

"But I do" Shouto declared. "I spent all this time getting to know the real you, and I..."

"And Fuyumi would like Dabi? And Natsuo? Or... Mom?" He interrupted. "Can you really look them in the eyes and tell them that ...this....is allthat remains of Touya? And that they would be alright with them?" He voice cracked at the end and his eyes were rapidly filling with tears, that he stopped with sheer willpower.

"I...I do't know..." The teen said as he looked down. "But you're not gonna find out like this..." The two brothers shared a longing look, realising they had finally come to an understanding. They stopped when another costumer came in, the guitar distracting them when it went off.

Dabi took care of the guy, while Shouto half listened and half played with his phone. This guy was a booked appointment, one from his friday parties at the Black Mist Bar. He checked ID and lead him to the Tattooing room. Soon, the only sound was the soothing buxxing of the tattoo gun and the background punk-rock playlist that Dabi had put on today.

Three hours later, the guy left with his collar tangled in vines and wires that looked as if they were holding his torso to his head and neck. The rest of the day went by in confortable silence, neither brother felt the need to talk. They had already said what needed to be said between the two. An hour before Shouto's dorm curfew, his phone's alarm went off, signaling the start of his return. The teenager picked up his things and wentfor the door.

As the guitar riff went off, he noticed Dabi was following him. He didn't comment on it and let his brother walk him to the bus stop. They only had to wait for the bus for a couple of minutes. Before it did, Dabi told his brother that he would think about what they talked before and parted with a pat on the back. Shouto went in to the bus smiling. Today he had made progress. Today he was one step closer to getting back his brother.

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Dabi, once he left Shouto and returned to the shop, decided to close early. He didn't have any other booked appointments for the day and his head was not in it after today. After locking up, he went directly into Kurogiri's bar. Once inside, he plop down by the bar on a stool and banged his head against it. Compress, that was the only one inside, made him his usual drink (Fireball Whiskey on the Rocks), and he grunted as a thanks.

This was too complicated for him to process. He didn't realize how easy everything was when his family was only a background thought in his head. And now he had to what? Decide if his psyche could handle his family rejecting him? Because that was going to happen. Shouto may be okay with him now, but the guy was a stupid, hormornal teenager. All teens thought piercings, tattoos and anarchy was cool at this age. But when he grew up? When he became an adult? All that fascination he had with him now was going to fly off a widow.

And Natsuo and Fuyumi? They were already adults. Fuyumi was a kindergarden teacher. What was she going to do? Bring him at 'show and tell'. "Look kids, this is a erfect example of a disappointment" . What a sick joke. Fuyumi was the one that remembered Touya the most. Was he really believed she was going to be okay with him now? And Natsuo... His brother, first partner in crime, playmate. Was he going to be okay with Dabi? He was going to be a doctor... And Mom... He was going to make her go crazy again.

How was he supposed to mix into their lives now? Go to Shouto's graduation?(Bet the school would call the cops when they see him), Be there when Natsuo received his P.H.D.? (Sure, bet all the resently degreed shrinks would love to make a book about all his issues) Attend Fuyumi's wedding? (Right, he was never going to get invited to it anyway) Visit mom in the hospital? (Of course. He could even see it now. Appearing through the door to see how his mother cowering in fear at the meer sight of him as she pleaded for mercy and tried to stay as far away as she could). Dabi let out another groan in frustation. He needed to smoke.

As he placed the cigarette in his mouth and took his lighter from his pocket, Compress took the glorified death stick from his lips. "You know the rules Dabi" The masked bartender started telling him as he twirled his smoke addiction in between his fingers and made it disappear. "If you want to smoke do it outside" The older man pointed with his fake arm at the door. Dabi grunted again as he let his head fall to the bar again. "I'll refill"

Dabi barely heard him, too busy arguing with himself in his head. He knew reuniting again with his family was going to hurt him. Last time he was the one that walk out of it. He knew if he didn't, then they would walk out on him. And if he learned anything from his shitty life was that good things didn't last. Washe really going to put himself out there for his family, just so that he had to deal with the truth that he had always avoided? They were better without him.

He had kept tabs on them, so he knew they didn't need him.

Yet, he couldn't stop thinking about these last weeks. With Shouto's constant pokerface and how he acted like a little child without noticing. How he would pout everytime he lost at his phone's game, how his eyes got a tiny bit bigger as they filled with amazement after listening about something he did, how his eyebrows would knit in confusion everytime he was too naive to understand something. It was endearingly adorable. And it made him feel this stupid warmth, he hadn't have felt in years.

He wanted more of that feeling. He wanted to see if Fuyumi scolded the same way, and if Natsuo still woke up at the middle of the night to grab all the left overs from the fridge, and if mom still gave the same hugs. He wanted all of that and more.

He was about to ask for another refill when the door of the bar opened to reveal a skinny, malnurished-looking creep that Dabi had been avoiding since his birthday. Tomura and him locked eyes for a moment, stopping his inner mental fight and Tomura from his scratch-fest. The two hadn't seen each other, which was a life achievement when you lived together and shared the same group of less than ten people as friends. Tomura sighted before walking to where he was and sitting in the stool next to his.

Dabi did't look away from Tomura. And when sat next to him, he saw how rought his boyfrieds neck looked and how big his eyebags were. Tomura's anxiety had not taken their fight well and had made his boyfriends life very painfull. Dabi raised his hand slowly and carefully reached to the graynettes neck, grazing his fingers against the scratched up skin soothingly. Tomura hissed in annoyance but leaned into his touch anyway. The two locked sight again.

"I'm sorry..." Dabi mummbled as he petted the others neck more confidently.

"And?" Tomura asked to continue.

"I'm a jerk..."

"And?"

"...and an idiot"

"And?"

"I love you"

"...and?"

"We both know I'm not going to say that" Dabi told him with a blanck face.

"Forget about me sucking your dick anytime soon, then" Tomura huffed as he leaned his back into his chest, bringing their stool right next to each other.

"Please," Dabi chuckled as he placed his hand on Tomura's hip, "You love kissing my prince adam and climbing my jacob ladder with your tongue" Tomura grunted and took a sip out of Dabi's glass.

Both adults stayed like that for a while, with only the music of the bar surrounding them. Their minds had finally shut up and the couple could be at peace in each other arms. But that peace didn't last long. Ten minutes later, their friends came into the bar making a ruckus as usual and when they saw them together, Toga yelled 'THEY MADE UP', causing a bigger uproar, that included clapping, wooing, and chanting 'Make-up sex'.

The couple didn't stay for long, at some point, Dabi pulled Tomura out of the bar, that abruptly started the 'make-up sex' cheer again. The two walked hand in hand to their shared appartment, going in through the back. Only when they reached their shared bedroom, that Tomura had been banned from, did Dabi stop. Tomura looked up at him puzzled.

“Why did you look for them, mophead?” Dabi asked out of the blue.

Tomura looked bewildered, as he raised his hands to start assaulting his neck once more. "I... I thought we were alright...?"

Dabi, catching on what he was about to do, grabbed his hands and lowered them as he reassured him. "We are, we are..." He sat both of them on the bed and stroke his thumb on the other's palm. "I need your help figuring out something"

Tomura took a deep breath. “I knew it would make you happy and you are very bad at hidding how much you miss them.” He said as he looked at Dabi dead in the eyes. “I know you check on their school pages. That is how I found them” The two remained silent after that, Dabi trapped in his own head and Tomura trying to guess what was going on in his head. “You told me that if I testified against him, I would finally be free to do what I wanted, to choose for myself how my life should be… You changed my life and... I wanted to make you as happy as you make me... ” Tomura finished, as he got flustered.

Dabi let out a low chuckle and laid his head in Tomura’s shoulder. "You already do" He mummbled into his shoulder. The two started to slowly lay down on the bed, Dabi on top of Tomura, while the greynette massaged the raven’s scalp. They stayed like that for a while until Tomura cut the silence to ask: “We are gonna have sex tonight, right?”

Touya laughted a little and moved to kiss him. “Of course” The two shared a tender kissed as they started to get lost on each other.

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The next day as Shouto went in Inferno again, he didn’t see his brother behind the register, but Spinner with his tattoos that looked like his skin had been ripped off and he had a scales under it. His hair was liliac and styled upwards and he was playing on a switch. When he heard the door bell go off, he looked up from his video game and with a smirked greeted Shouto into the store.

"Hey Spinner" Shouto said as he went to his stool "Where's Dabi?"

"Upstairs" The lizard man told him as he went back to his switch. "Don't count on him going down, tho. Yesterday, him and Tomura made up and they plan on having a day in..."

"Ew" Shouto commented as he texted his brother that he was at the Tattoo parlour. "Have they eatten anything at all today?"

"Yeah, they got burgers delivered to the store and bought me one so I would get it up to the appartment" Spinner told him

The two heard steps coming down the stairs from the door, and Dabi came out with of it holding two helmets, one black with blue flames and the other silver with cat ears and whiskers near the visor. He looked at Shouto before thowing him the cat helmet. Shouto caught it with ease and looked dazed at his brother. Dabi just walked past him, took some cash of the register and gave it to him.

"You've worked here for two weeks, that's your payment." Dabi explained to him walked to the door. "Now, c'mon, I'm spending the day with Tomura. I gotta leave you at your school"

"Wait, you're letting him ride on High End. Unfair." Spinner complained. Dabi merely shrugged and looked expectantly at his brother.

Shouto followed him, starring at the helmet, out of the store and into the alley next to it. Dabi oppened a wire door fence and took a motorcycle out. The bike was a cruiser type, black with a leather seat and blue flames at the sides. The words High End in the back. It was the same bike that he took to the grill on his birthday. Shouto glanced between the helmet and the bike in badly-conceiled excitment as Dabi shut the fence door and moved the bike out of the alley and into the street.

"Hey, Shou" Dabi called him to get his attention. Shouto looked so excited, like a kid about to open a giant christmas present, he was almost bouncing on his heels. "About yesterday,... I'll call Fuyumi and Natsuo and... well... I don't know, we'll figure it out." Dabi patted his head, messing with his hair. Suddenly, the older sibbling almost got tackled into the ground by his younger sibbling. Shouto was hugging him. Dabi returned the hug, for a couple of seconds before he separed them. " Alright, that's enough. Remember, I got a reputation to maintain"

Both brothers put on their helmets and got in the bike

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