#kurogiri is hot

[satancopilotsmytardis]

AFO meeting Onigiri was literally that clip of Aizawa trying to get a hissing white cat with blue eyes to come up to him outside the Todoroki house. Except, y’know, Aizawa is actually a nice cat person and AFO is… AFO

Lol I don't remember that scene, but fair!

[suksatoru]

» to the one who understood; shigaraki tomura x reader

synopsis: tomura shigaraki didn't let just anyone into his life. he had built a cage around the most broken parts of himself, yet he willingly watched you slip through the cracks in the walls he'd so carefully constructed—it was either go big or go home, and you went straight for the most vulnerable part tomura possessed—his heart.

tagging @shigarakislaughter because it would be criminal to not tag the head of the tomura shigaraki nation HEH <3 also congrats on your new job bby!! :D

Tomura Shigaraki wasn't a bad person. That didn't mean he was the best—but nobody is perfect. He knows this. So, he doesn't try to be. He's simply his authentic self around you. Tomura never really did think he could ever attract anyone. He's not exactly conventionally handsome, and his humor borderlines between something sinister and wildly crude. But he managed to charm you, somehow.

He'll blame it on your parents dropping you on your head too many times. He'll blame it on Musutafu's hot sun frying all your brain cells—you're truly so stupid for falling in love with him.

Out of all the people you could have been with in the world, you chose the suicidal maniac with ideologies and ways bigger than life itself. Really, him? Tomura doesn't get it.

He doesn't like the way your voice softens when you speak to him. How you even managed to figure out his dislike for loud noises is beyond him. But, you accommodate for Tomura in a way no one has before. He watched you fall in love with him—he watched you go through every stage, and he did nothing to stop it.

He couldn't because it was inevitable: the second your eyes met his, your pupils dilated like a flower in bloom.

You were a new recruit to the league when he first saw you, a wide eyed thing who smiled too much. Tomura hated how there was nothing to dislike about you—he'd glance your way and scoff sometimes, because why can't he find a reason to steer away from you? Something that ticks him off? He refused to accept the fact that maybe you really were just a good person.

Tomura doesn't let people in, it's not his thing. His mind and body are a fortress and no one is allowed entrance inside. It doesn't matter how you make his heart skip or how you soothe the ache in his chest, he'd prefer if you stayed far away from him.

But Tomura kept you at arm's length—torturing himself by keeping you so so close yet infinitely far. He'll let you sit inches away from touching him, but when he glances at you—he imagines a milky way between the two of your bodies, keeping him in line and allowing him to never stray far enough to hold your hand or bump his shoulder against yours.

Kurogiri told Tomura if he ever wanted to pursue someone like you, he wouldn't be against it. Maybe it would be good for Tomura, he suggested. A soul connection was what Tomura had always lacked—and his soulmate was right there—you were right there. But Tomura was stubborn.

Tomura's afraid you'll calm the rage in his heart. He looks at you and he wants to forget all his pain, all his fear, all his hurt—he wants to toss it all into the sea and start anew with you. But the feeling is fleeting, because he pushes it down the moment it blooms in his chest. Stomps on it until there's nothing left.

"Tomu?"

Tomura's eyes tear away from the monitor in front of him the moment he hears your voice. Subconsciously, Tomura straightens in his seat and regards you with a glare, one that was more affectionate than filled with its usual malice reserved for everyone else.

You grin at his silent invitations once he beckons you into his room with a careless hand, telling you to close the door as he spins his chair to face you. Tomura's posture is as if he's sitting in a throne rather than a gaming chair, and your lips twitch at the sight—he notices your barely contained smile and sighs

"What do you want?" he murmurs, turning back to his monitor before he gets back to work. At least, that's what he hopes you think—he's clicking on random things, trying to look like he's busy or occupied with something. But the folder he closes and re-opens over and over doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"I see you've cleaned your room!" You grin, crossing your legs as you sit down on the edge of his newly made bed. Tomura rolls his eyes, folding a fist under his chin as his eyes stayed glued to his monitor

"Only 'cause you wouldn't stop nagging me about it. You're really annoying, you know that?"

Your smile only widens, and the sight makes something in Tomura's stomach flip. He ignores you, glaring at the screen in front of him and praying to the universe his heart would stop beating so fast already.

"I'm proud of you, Tomu. I know you don't hear it often from me, but I really mean it. I think you care more about this kind of stuff then you let on." You say softly, and you can see Tomura's muscles tense for just a second before they go slack—a sign that his undoing was truly your praise.

There's a light pink dust coating his cheek. He stares at you silently, blinking and waiting for you to continue on with something like "Ha, just kidding!" —anything to go against what you'd just said. But you're so sincere it almost hurts. Tomura's eyes widen a fraction when you hop off his bed with ease, moving past him and towards the door to leave—you're talking about how you're going to go pick up some dinner for the two of you from the corner store, sending him a cheeky grin he knew far too well before you placed a chaste kiss onto his cheek

"See you later, Tomu!"

Tomura stares at the door for a full minute after it closes. Then, he presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and slumps in his chair. For the first time in a while, Tomura cries. He cries because you're the kindest person he'd ever known.

Your son looks nothing like Tomura.

It's still Tomura's son, of course. But the boy grasping your hand right now has black hair, mused from the wind outside and wide brown eyes—sparkling with youth and joy. In his small hands is a card, and he holds it with vigor as he walks with you, chatting about his day at kindergarten today.

Of the pictures online, Tomura is depicted as a monster, with untamable white hair and the cruelest red eyes. That wasn't your Tomura, you had the pleasure of knowing the real one.

"I really hope dad likes my card. Ma, did you know I got to use my new markers in class today? Kenji even said they're the coolest markers ever! They draw so well!"

Your son's smile reminds you of a certain someone. You'd only seen the subdued look of genuine happiness in Tomura's eyes—he could never be truly happy after all he'd been through. Your son's emotions were more fleshed out—he is what Tomura never could be. Happy.

"That's nice, Tenko. I'm glad you liked those markers. How about this, we have a drawing competition with those very same ones after we're done visiting your father, okay?" You smile, gently pinching his cheek as he nods enthusiastically with a toothy grin. His eyes catch sight of something behind you—and he's off running a second later.

"Careful!" you laugh, following his excited footsteps as he finds the familiar headstone with the name Tenko Shimura engraved neatly on the top. Carefully, you pick up the old bouquet you'd left last week on his grave and replace it with the new one you and your son had picked up this morning.

Tenko launches into a full story about his newest comic after carefully placing his card down onto the grass, curling up against his father's headstone—giggling and smiling wistfully as he tells him all about his day.

Naming your son after Tomura was oddly fulfilling.

Your son is everything Tomura could have been if love had found him sooner—he could’ve been happy. The world was cruel, but it also gave you Tomura. It allowed you to love him, even if you came too late. Even if he was too far gone. And even after all that happened, Tomura didn't leave you all by yourself.

While Tomura's eyes are different from Tenko's—they both had the same enamoured gleam in them whenever they looked at you.

Tenko falls asleep by sunset, and you take your time talking to Tomura. You tell him about your new job, you tell him how Tenko found one of his old video games in your attic and has been playing it nonstop, and you tell him you miss him.

"—a fucking lot. I can't believe you're gone, Tomu. I see you every night in my dreams."

You glance down at the little boy in your arms, running a soothing hand through his hair to confirm he's asleep before smiling sadly.

"I almost followed right behind you. I would have—I woke up in a hospital with no idea that you were gone. Then, they told me I had this little miracle blooming in my stomach and gosh—it was almost like i could hear your laughter ringing in my head." You whisper, remembering the day Tomura died. It was night now, but your town was luckily safe enough for you and your son to go out and visit the nearby graveyard. Though there may be no body laying beneath, the headstone is enough for you to feel closer to Tomura.

You tip your head towards the sky, resting your cheek against the side of his grave. There was a night, you can't remember when—when Tomura confessed he liked your smile.

So, that's what you do. You smile towards the stars and picture Tomura hanging amongst them in the sky—watching you forever. Tomura liked to call you a treasure sometimes. Something good in a world that's rotten.

"You're special to me. So, please don't miss me too much if this all goes wrong. I'd hate to see you sad."

Your fingertips quickly press against your eyes, and you slump against his grave with a whimper. You allow yourself to cry only because your son isn't awake to see it. You cry because you'll have to mourn Tomura for longer than you've known him.

It hurts. That night when you go to bed is the same as all the previous ones. You dream of Tomura and his gentle smile. The only thing that lulls you to sleep is the prospect that maybe, just maybe—he's finally at peace.

[league-of-simps]

Cannot stop thinking about virgin!Tomura and I'm losing my mind.

Virgin!Tomura gets an ounce of kindness from that pretty person who just joined and he clings onto that interaction because it makes him feel different.

Virgin!Tomura who, during a meeting, sees you sitting up and notices your shirt riding up in the back. His tired eyes glancing down to your exposed skin, face growing hot. He wonders how your skin would feel under his rough touch... would you squirm if he just reached out now to feel you? Would you tell him to stop? To move lower? He had been zoning out so hard Kurogiri had to draw him back in.

Virgin!Tomura trying to keep his composure as he catches you leaving the League's shared bathroom in a pair of pajamas. It was a pair of shorts and a T-shirt but holy fuck did this sight of you stir something in him. He retreats back to his room, slamming the door behind him, breathing heavily. Your legs. Fuck. Your legs.

Virgin!Tomura leaning back against his door as he desperately pumped his cock with a tight fist, trying to imagine how pretty your moan would be if you'd let him sink his teeth into your thighs. He wanted to taste you. To mark you as his. To keep you in his room, lapping at your cunt like a thirsty dog.

Virgin!Tomura finding your name dying on his tongue as his cum spurts out onto the floor in front of him. His climax hitting him so hard he has to quickly steady himself on the door knob. In his haste to not fall, the door knob is decayed, effectively locking him in his room unless he either decays the door as well or gets someone to open it for him.

Maybe he could get you to open it for him.

[d1s1ntegrated]

Imagine Shigaraki with shy bookworm reader, who just hides her face blushes behind a book when she feels like he’s nearby?🤭

bookworm (nsfw)

shigaraki x shy!reader oneshot

summary: shigaraki catches you reading a verrryyyy dirty novella, and makes those chapters feel real.

btw this wasnt proofread, sorry if there are some minor mistakes!

cw: dirty talk, p/v, rough sex, overstimulation, corruption kink, slight breeding kink?, oral (fem rec), groping, shiggy is a hugeeee perv, mean shiggy, shy reader, missionary, teasing, dacryphilia, begging, minimal use of y/n, degradation, slight book abuse (sorry! but its for the plot)

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"what are you doing?" shigaraki's voice cuts through the paragraph you were halfway through, causing you to jump. you slide your bookmark slowly between the pages.

"just reading" you answer him softly, and he scoffs.

"tch, again?" he rolls his eyes, "are you gonna do anything else today?"

you shake your head, reopening to the page you left off on. "probably not. it just got good" you retort, and refocus your eyes onto the dramatic scene. you look up at him over the top of the book- he's perched up on the arm of the old couch, picking at the already-ripped hangnails on his calloused hands. you watch him secretly for a few seconds before you plant your nose back into the book again, sighing contentedly. he suddenly interrupts you again by sliding down the arm and plopping down onto the worn seat. he audibly sighs and groans, and you tilt your head at him.

"is something wrong, shigaraki?" you ask innocently, and he huffs.

"tch. no. i'll leave you be" he slinks off the couch and heads over to the bar. you watch as he runs his slender fingers through his baby blue hair, and smile to yourself. he throws himself onto a barstool dramatically and you giggle lightly, but catch yourself.

"you know" he starts from across the room, "if you spent half as much time with the league as you do reading, you might actually learn something useful" he says matter-of-factly, and you bite your lip, fighting the urge to say something back.

its not that you weren't involved with the leagues missions- you were their perfect alibi. a small bookshop owner who just so happened to settle into the wrong part of town. it wasn't your fault the league found you useful, and it certainly wasn't your fault that their bribe was far too good to pass up. keep the shop, and you, out of chaos's way, and they use your place as not only a hideout, but a resource for information.

over the past few months playing pretend with them, you actually grew comfortable with the villains. toga came to the shop regularly with magne to read every trashy romance novel and gossip with you about boys. kurogiri would pop in and out on the premise of "needing information per tomura's request", and twice and spinner both enjoyed the comic section from time to time. you didn't see much of dabi, but when you did, he'd flit through the horror section, then secretly the romance section, ultimately to leave without a word, with a few books tucked under his coat. you acted like you didn't notice, because after a week or so, they'd return to their spots on the shelves. the only one you didn't see regularly was shigaraki.

shigaraki avoided seeing you as much as possible, and you subconsciously did the same. he liked to stay in his secluded hideaway, left to his own devices (literally, his devices. aka his PC). but when you started living at their base because your lease ended, and you didn't have the money to renew it AND keep the bookshop running (undercover work is hard, y'know!), you realized fast why exactly you didn't like coming face to face with tomura.

not only was he kind of an asshole, not to mention competitive, with a sharp and venomous tongue, he was so, so hot. his scars decorated his face like little strokes of paint on a canvas. his angular nose and carmine eyes were placed so perfectly on his pale skin. his thin lips dragging upwards into a predatory grin whenever he spoke of all things horrid. withal, the little birthmark just below those lips, that you found yourself fantasizing about kissing from time to time. just to see what it'd be like, of course. pure curiosity, nothing more. overall, the man was a picture-perfect portrait of your worst nightmare antagonist from the books you loved so much.

you weren't afraid of him per se, but you damn sure were intimidated. so you kept your head low, and your voice down around him. you were typically the quiet type, but something about him made you silent. as if one wrong word would cause him to turn and grip you tightly with all five fingers, turning you to nothing more than a fleeting memory.

he got off on your timidity. he looked at you like a helpless bunny, and he was the big scary wolf. you'd never admit it, but you got off on it equally the same. so when he'd approach you, you'd shove your face further into the pages of your book, as if getting closer to the words would save you from his vermillion gaze.

"i'm sorry, shigaraki. i just figured the further i stay away from the league's...well, anything, it would be safer for us overall." you masterfully answer him as to not provoke him. he stands from his seat and cracks his knuckles, dragging out his next reply.

"that doesn't mean you have to be completely oblivious to the world around you." he slowly approaches the back of the couch, and you feel yourself heat up at the proximity. he leans over the couch slightly to get closer, and you instinctively raise the book to cover everything up to your eyes. you blink at him and he smirks.

"what are you reading, anyways?" he snatches the book from your hands with three fingers and flips through it, eyes widening at the passage he lands on. he raises his eyebrows and you sink into yourself, covering your face with the sleeves of your oversized jumper.

"please," you croak out, "can i have it back?". your pleading sends a devilish smile to creep onto his face, and he shoves the book back into your hands.

"i didn't know our perfect little y/n was so, so filthy" he draws your name out with a teasing tone.

your face flushes and he chuckles.

"and here i thought you were the spitting image of innocence. seems as though i thought wrong for once" his face is inches from yours, his fingers tapping against the back of the couch. you can smell the combination of redbull and musky cologne on him, he's so close. you inhale sharply, breath hitching in your chest as he saunters around, swinging himself back over onto the unoccupied seat of the couch.

you don't answer as he asks another tantalizing question, causing him to lean over onto your legs, repeating it.

"i said," he raises his eyes to meet yours, "why'd you turn so quiet all of a sudden?"

you shake your head and look up at him, hovering over you.

"i'm always quiet..." you reply shakily, and he laughs.

"you're so pitiful, y/n, you know that?" he snakes a hand up to your thigh, drumming four fingers against the exposed skin under your shorts.

you nod and try to ignore him best as possible by reopening the book. this makes him even bolder, as he pinches your thigh, between thumb and forefinger, causing you to gasp out from behind the novel.

"don't act like i didn't see what you were reading there, slut." his voice is lower now, and his words slice through the core of your stomach and send pangs of heat through you. you giggle nervously as he creeps further, covering your very obvious desire with chapter 32 of your now clearly smutty book. he chuckles and drags his fingers under your sweater, tucking his ring finger down as not to hurt you. he trails up, underneath the hem of your bra, and forcefully pinches at one of your already-puffy nipples. you stifle a moan as you feel your core liquify, and he groans at the contact of your soft flesh on his cold, rough fingers. he pushes himself on top of you, your legs automatically spreading open for him as he drives his still-clothed hips down to meet yours. the friction alone drives you both wild, and he growls.

"you ever read any books where the villain gets the girl?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. you don't answer, but peer at him over the top of the book again and nod.

"is this one of them?" he flicks the back of the book and you jump, but nod again.

he hums passionately at your reaction and answer. then, without warning, he grips onto the hem of your shorts with all five fingers, sending them off of you into a pile of dust. your eyes widen, and you frown slightly. at least they were old, and already kind of ready to be replaced. he laughs and undoes the button of his jeans, yanking his pants and boxers down with them. you watch as his cock springs free, taken aback by the sheer size of it. it's not huge, but it's lengthy still, with a pretty dusty rose tint to the tip. it glistens with precum already, and he strokes it with three fingers as he watches you squirm, body clearly acting faster than your mind.

he grinds his dick down between your legs, brushing against the soft cotton of your underwear. he exhales sharply at the contact, and you bite your lip, feeling your wetness pressed against the material.

he pushed the seam of your panties to the side and dips a slender finger inside of you, and you gasp. he curls it, massaging one of your spots before promptly removing the finger and placing it into his mouth, sucking your essence off his finger with a slick pop, moaning.

"fuck, you taste better than i expected" he grumbles, and you whimper out a "hmm?"

"i don't know why i expected you to taste like paper or somethin'" he snickers and lowers his head down to your heat, licking your clit lazily. you moan out loud this time, with breathy little pants as his tongue dips into you. where he learned this, you're unsure, but his devouring sends your head back against the arm of the couch, unable to stifle your desperation anymore. he shoves a finger back inside while his mouth licks and nips at your swollen clit, and you feel yourself cresting towards orgasm. your eyes flutter shut as the tension inside of you builds, further and further, driving you insane. you whimper at his rapid movements, and the tight strings inside of you snap suddenly, sending white-hot currents to ripple through you. you clench tightly around his finger and he laps up your cum greedily, groaning at your collapse.

"i'm gonna show you why it's so important to pay attention to the outside world, baby" he whispers in your ear as he positions his cock to your opening. you nod and he presses the tip in slowly, emitting a small gasp from the both of you. he shudders as he slips it in, feeling you already clenched around his length.

he yanks the book from your hands, uncovering your face. he tosses the book to the floor and wraps four fingers around your neck gently.

"need you to pay attention to me baby, those words aren't gonna fuck you like i will" he thrusts into you hard, disallowing you to adjust fully. he pulls out and you breathe deeply, but he doesn't wait. he shoves it back in forcefully, the tip smacking against your cervix. you groan out in a mix of pleasure and pain, and he tightens the grasp on your neck slightly.

"look so good like this, slut, taking the big villains cock like this" he grumbles out into your ear, and you melt into a pool of desire. his words are enough to send you, but you hold back, craving more of him. he begins rutting into you rhythmically, slamming into your core with soft "slaps". he brings his hand off your neck to grab your face, pressing his cracked lips to yours. he shoves his tongue into your mouth and you taste yourself, sending a shiver down your spine. his moans tangle with yours as he picks up speed, and you feel as he sequentially grinds against your clit, the soft hair creating friction on your sensitive spot. you whimper at the contact and he bites on your lower lip.

"tell me how much you like this, filthy whore. tell me how badly you want my vile seed inside of you." he growls against your lips and you shiver again.

"i, shigaraki, please, i need it" you stutter out, and he groans.

"you're so pathetic. you want me to ruin you, huh?" he ends the question with a hard thrust, a shockwave of pain coursing through you. you nod and he continues, "what a depraved thing you are. you sit in front of me every fucking day and tease me, you know that?" he snarls.

"yes, i'm sorry, shigaraki, i'm sorry for being so filthy" you cry out, and he sends a swift slap to your thigh.

"don't apologize. i don't need an apology. i want to hear you beg." he sneers.

"please, shigaraki, please" you follow his orders dutifully, and he smiles wide.

"please what, wicked baby?" he thrusts into you hard and fast, his breathing staggering.

"please, let me cum, please, i need it, i need you to break me" you admit with tears rolling down your cheeks. he growls again and smacks your thigh again, digging four fingers into the pliable flesh again.

"break you? oh no, slut. i'm going to make it so that even the gods will turn their backs to you. you're mine, and by that, you're just as sick as i am now" he snaps, his voice a raspy and heavy breath. you clench tightly around him, his cock stretching you painfully still as you feel every ounce of purity in you dissipate. your moans and cries permeate the air with a sharpness that the whole city could hear, and you shatter forcefully around him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer as your hips buck up, riding up to the intensity of the orgasm with a rushed mantra of "fucks, please's, and yes's." your own voice shocks you as the peak hits you, causing you to shout his name out with offensive indulgence.

"fuck, tomu, oh fuckfuckfuck, tomura" his name spills from your lips like honey, and he fractures inside of you at the sound. he pushes himself as deep as he can, hissing as he spills inside of you. the heat seeps through your entire body, feeling the stickiness coating your walls deeply. he twitches inside of you as he crashes down from his own orgasm, and sucks in air sharply as he pulls out slowly. the pain immediately hits you, choking a sharp cry out of you.

he hovers over you still, nipping at your neck. you sob out from overstimulation as he pumps his cum inside you more with a finger again for a few seconds before pulling it out.

"had to make sure it was really in there" he whispers, and you huff weakly.

"so?" he asks quietly, growling next to your ear, "was it comparable to your shitty book?" he teases. you nod and glance at the book strewn on the floor.

"better than." your voice is strained from the screaming, and he chuckles. you reach down and grab the title off the floor, shoving it into his hands, and on instinct he grabs hold of it with only a few fingers. you shake your head and motion with your hands.

"get rid of it." you say dismissively, and he gives you a confused look.

"it was only a placeholder for you anyways" you shrug, and with a snicker, he wraps his hands fully around the book as it crumbles to dust in his hands.

"does this mean you're done with the reading?" he asks snarkily, and you shake your head.

"no, it just means i'm done trying to compare you to a few chapters."

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eeeenjoy! i went kinda hard with this one ngl. i lowkey really wanted a reason to write a little out of my usual loser!shiggy style, and something took over me for this.

thank you as always for the request <3

[r4spb3rr13s]

i saw the news :( however i have come to re-enter! So my mcbling angel, could we pretty please get a part 3 of meet mcbling hotties with maybe shigiraki, sabi, maybe a little twice, maaaybe a little gentle criminal.... i luv u and ur my bae as well cutie >3<

- 🍥 anon

villains meeting their mcbling gf

♱ shigaraki, twice

♱ pt.1 here pt.2 here

notes: dabi is in part one!! also this may be ooc 😔 and sorry bby but i have no clue how to write gentle criminal 😓

Tomura is in his usual spot, staring the TV down with enough rage to burn holes in the screen. Naturally, it’s because All Might is on screen. Like always.

The bar is in a low hum, filled with smoke from Dabi’s refusal to step out to huff on his cigarette. Spinner and Toga are playing cards, and her giggles bounce off the walls. Other than that, it’s fairly quiet.

Until the door creaks open. Then it’s silent.

And there… you stood. Awkwardly.

Tomura’s head snapped towards you with a sickening crunch resounding through the air. Any words he had reering up are stuck in his throat, though.

The light is shaping you like an angel. A very promiscuous angel, that is. A tight, pink dress hugs your curves and the platform wedges you have on accentuate every step your fake-tanned legs take.

“Uh… Himiko?”

Said girl squeals, and her chair scratches across the floor like nails on a chalkboard as she jumps up. Tomura watches as she runs up to you and wraps you in a hug.

“What the fuck…” Dabi trails off, eyes pointed at Tomura. Everyone is looking at Tomura, trying to gage his reaction. It snaps him out of his stupor.

“Toga, who is this?” He rasps out, pointing a lazy knuckle at you. His eyes barely flit over you, but when they do, you see a small bit of pink blossom on his pale face.

It’s weirdly cute.

Himiko squeezes you so hard you think she might suffocate you to death. I mean, you wouldn’t put it past her, but still.

“This is Y/n!!”

She is met with blank stares.

You roll your eyes and shrug her off, making her pout. Taking a cautious step forward, you catch Tomura’s eye - you know exactly who he is.

You’ve admired him for a while, and the League, in silence. You’ve been on chat rooms with a false IP address, watched their dark-web videos, heard their lackeys talking in the darker parts of town.

Himiko found you when you were talking to one of the lackeys, and surprise, surprise, took a liking to you. She gushed about the League, and weirdly…

You wanted in.

You strode forward, ignoring the room’s eyes on you - you were just focused on Tomura Shigaraki.

He watched you with stiff, darting red eyes. It was like he couldn’t decide where to rest his eyes - everytime he moved his gaze, there was your soft, glowy skin or something pink or patterned or your soft hair-

“Y/n L/n,” You said and held your hand out.

Tomura watched your hand as he leant on his own hand. His lip curled and you faltered. But, he fished out a thick-lined glove, slipped it on, and grabbed your hand.

His eyes fell on yours as your hands shook. The pink on his face was almost the same colour as your dress, and his cracked lip twitched.

“I’m here to join, by the way.” You clarify, heat rising to your own cheeks.

Your hand is still in his. Tomura notices and drops you like a hot pan, quickly looking away. He mutters a small, ‘okay’ and notions for a pen from Kurogiri - another member you’re familiar with.

Tomura scribbled something down with his thick glove on, muttering under his breath in a raspy, crisp voice. The sound cuts through the thick air and makes the hair on the back of your neck.

He stops writing and holds out the paper to you. It’s… a number. You almost facepalm.

You cock a brow, and Tomura goes pink again, but refuses to look at you.

He clears his throat, itching his neck absent mindedly. “I’m busy now. Call me later and we’ll talk about your membership.”

:::

Jin is tired. Spent. Exhausted. Fatigued. He’s practically swaying on his feet as he breathes in the smoke from his cigarette. He nods at Dabi as he walks past and enters the dingy bar.

If he could just close his eyes-

A loud whistle rings through the air, and for a startling moment, Jin thinks he’s getting hit on by the builders across the street. Until you come into view.

Your confident stride falters and he watched with an open jaw as you pause to scream at the men in hi-vis.

There’s a small, douchey part of him that can’t even blame them - you’re gorgeous!

Your tattered denim shorts sit low on your hips, and the majority of your torso is on show in the low light of dusk. A small, pink tube top is wrapped around your chest, and big jewellery jangled with every finger you jab as you scream.

Your verbal assault on the builders finally halts when they let out a hurried apology and decide to get back to work. With a sigh, you push your hair out of your face and move on.

Well, you would if there wasn’t another guy in your way.

He’s tall, muscular and blond, with eyebags that rivalled the purple of your velvet bag. The smoke from the cigarette in between his fingers is curling around his neck like a choker, and brought stark attention to his agape mouth. You scoff.

“What? Want your turn?”

“Yes please- no, no thanks-” He barks out, then covers his mouth. Pink spreads across his cheeks from under his hand, and you cock a brow.

“…Yes or no?”

“Yes-no-”

The poor guy seemed torn. He was muttering to himself now, back rigid and face pink. It was… endearing in a way.

You cast a short glance back to the builders, and Jin takes the moment to drink in the size of the silver hoops hung either side of your face. He could probably fit his hand through them, they’re so big. Or-

“Listen, you’re cute… so I’ll give you number,” You mutter and take a short step towards him. Your sparkly eyes search his face, and he curtly nods, still as pink as bubblegum. “Okay, just, if they ask, I was giving you directions.”

Again, he nods. Like a well behaved dog, you think.

The poor man is left in a mental battle watching you leave. He does know for sure, though, the paper clutched in his hand with your number on is becoming his most sacred possession.

:::

notes: THIS SHIT IS NOT PROOFREAD IM SORRY 😭

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[theartofsimpatry]

Shigaraki Break Up Headcanons

-Don’t do this to him.

-REALLY DONT DO THIS, FOR EVERYONE’S SAKE

-This is his worst nightmare, he KNEW this would happen but no, YOU FUCKING LIED TO HIM AND TOLD HIM YOU WOULD NEVER LEAVE HIM

-All the air leaves his lungs, he’s lightheaded, his face is red hot while his body is in a cold sweat

-His hands are desperately gripping into his own palms not to reach out for you and potentially destroy you…

-He stays silent as his body is feels like he’s dying, his pupils are needle pointed, his eyes we’re trying their best to see any and all details of you as your appearance.

-You try to speak to him, your voice is hitting his ear drums but his body is refusing to listen, your words no longer make sense to him.

-He loves you…. He won’t kill you for leaving him…

-After some time of you trying to talk to him, you reach out your hand to him just to jump like a cat touching water. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” His hoarse voice boomed, scaring the both of you.

-For your own safety you decide to leave. This was the best move for the both of you.

-He is an actual wreck after this, he’s not talking to anyone, he’s not eating, Kurogiri has to force-feed Tomura water so he actually survives :c

-He can’t eat, when he tries, your words of love pop up into his mind and he throws up.

-He can’t get up from bed, he’s like a corpse, with his eyes glazed over. He doesn’t cry, he just constantly replays memories of you to himself and stares blankly into the distance.

-He’s going to self harm and self destruct in the worst ways possible and will want to take the whole world with him.

-Nothing should exist without you with him.

[nixwriteschaos]

My Brat

Dabi x Male!Reader Summary: Dabi is quite the brat. During a mission, he did not listen to Y/N’s commands towards the team and he is not happy with Dabi’s defiance. After ignoring Dabi for weeks, he finally owns up to his actions.

★☽A/N: My friend kinda(?) begged me to make a male ! I’m still shocked that the first one got 87+ notes… You guys are real freaky! But so am I for writing it-

Contents: SMUT - Dom|Top Male!Reader - Sub|Bottom Dabi - Brat Taming; Hair Pulling; Pain and Pleasure Play; Degradation; Praise; Forced Orgasm / Orgasm Control; Overstimulation; Impact Play

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This fucking brat..

Y/N thought as he watched Dabi run away before everyone was there. He sighed in frustration while the members of the Vanguard Group watched in confusion. “Did he just..?-” Y/N turned around. “Yes, he did.” He groaned. At a defeated state, he signaled the others to follow along.

Guessed he had to improvise some of the plan..

! ~

Y/N was just grateful they managed to kidnap the boy. The angry blonde still passed out. The LOV guessed that it would take a while for the shock and drugs to wear off. While Shigaraki thought of how to convince the young hero in training to join, Toga decided to play with Magne while watching the news.

Dabi decided to do a small celebration, asking Kurogiri to pour him a glass of wine, the best they got. Kurogiri, ever the obedient man, poured a tall glass with transparent wine, bubbles coming to the top. He slides it to him, Dabi catching it swiftly.

Before he could take a sip, a soft hand reached down and grabbed his glass. “Hey-” He stopped when he noticed Y/N behind him, holding his glass. With a swift move, he drank all of the liquid in seconds, placing the glass down gently.

“I wanted to drink that.” Y/N looked down at him, a chilling shiver going down his spine by how intense his stare was. “Is that so?” His voice was stern and deep, raising a brow as his statement.

“Yeah, it was to celebrate today.” Dabi’s snarky and cocky statement made Y/N chuckle. Another shiver went down Dabi’s spine once more. He hated how Y/N’s voice could easily send shivers down his spine. “Then it should be mine. After all, I was the one who made the plan.”

“And I’m the one who got the boy.” Y/N chuckled at his prideful response. “I’m pretty sure Mr. Compress got him. You just prevented the boy’s friends from saving him.” He grinned. Dabi growled at the harsh truth. Y/N leaned forward, a smug look on his face.

His hand slowly trailed up to Dabi’s hair, gently stroking his locs. Dabi unconsciously leaned into his gentle touch, a slight blush apparent on his face. Without a word, Y/N pulled harshly on his hair, causing a grunt from the burnt man.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled out, causing Toga and Magne to turn around with curious glances but turned back around, minding their own business. “Why the fuck are you-” Y/N cut him off with an aggressive kiss. It was messy and sloppy, Dabi arching back as Y/N loomed over him. His hand had the same tight grip on his hair, causing a sense of pain through his body.

He tried to push Y/N back but his tight grip on his hand and his other slowly sneaking to his waist prevented him. Dabi couldn’t stop himself from leaning towards Y/N’s hot touch. He could feel the H/C’s smirk against his lips. The raven head wanted to protest but the H/C head’s hot touch made him melt.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Y/N smiled a gentle smile, stroking his soft cheek. He nodded eagerly, leaning towards the touch and the soft whispered voice. “Fuck off…” he mumbled, a slight blush on his face.

Y/N chuckled, loving how bratty Dabi was. It was funny to see the villain act all bratty, knowing what is to come to the ravenhead.

“Could I go ahead and take him?” He turned to Kurogiri who nodded in response. He nodded back and grabbed Dabi, putting him over his shoulder. “Oi! Get me down!” Dabi protested but to no avail. Y/N didn’t answer, only a smirk on his face as he carried him to their shared room.

! ~

In the League of Villains’ base, each member had their own room, even if they had one of their own, there was always room for them. As for Y/N and Dabi, they have a shared room. The room was big to accommodate the two villains.

Y/N dropped Dabi on the bed, causing him to bounce on the springed mattress. “Ouch! What the fuck?!” Dabi cursed, an irk appearing. Y/N just chuckled. He enjoyed watching Dabi acting like a bat, despite being annoyed by his attitude multiple times. At this point, he might have gotten used to it.

The H/C haired villain smiled at his bratty attitude. He was ever so close to just ripping his clothes and lift his legs while he fucked Dabi dry.

But he didn’t.

He lifted Dabi’s legs as he took off the raven haired male’s pants, ignoring his yells of protest, taking off his jacket shortly after. Y/N didn’t really care if the villain decided to keep his shirt on, knowing how sweaty he will be after. He leaned forward with a smirk. Y/N slowly moved his hand down, from his neck and to his hips. He could feel the shivers going down the burnt man’s spine. It was satisfying to see Dabi trying to keep his composer.

But he knew it wouldn’t last long.

“Such a brat, hm?” Dabi growled. He hated being called a brat, he hated how his body reacts to such a degrading pet name! He wanted to protest but Y/N’s warmth made his mind so mushy.. He hated it so much! But he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, leaning towards Y/N’s gentle and feathery touch.

Y/N chuckled at Dabi’s body’s reaction. “And so dirty..” he commented, his hand rubbing Dabi’s hip affectionately. He wanted Dabi to melt into his hands, only to moan and yell out in pleasure while he fucked him to submission. He couldn’t resist giving Dabi a light tap. It wasn’t heavy, just enough to get a reaction.

And a reaction he received. Dabi arched his back, allowing Y/N access to his ass. Y/N hastily placed his hand on Dabi’s cheek, catching him off guard. “Y/N! What the fuck are you?-” Y/N pressed a kiss against the villain’s lips, shutting him real quick.

Y/N had shivers down his spine as he swallowed all of Dabi’s faint moans, leaning closer to the kiss. Despite having his bottom face burned, his lips were soft. Rough– but smooth, so kissable. He enjoyed all of his kisses with Dabi, enjoying how Dabi writhe beneath him.

He backed away from the kiss, looking at the panting Dabi. “Fuck you…” Y/N chuckled at his curses. The H/C knew it was… like his love language, the only way he could communicate his feelings. Of course, he knew it would change after a few touches soon.

! ~

“You’re so cute, Touya..” Y/N grinned, watching as Dabi twitched and squirmed beneath him, sweat beads trailing down his sensitive body. His chest heaved heavily, trying to keep up with Y/N’s pace. “Y-You’re a fucking beast..” Touya managed to say between breaths. Y/N snickered. He enjoyed watching the villain writhe underneath him, he knew how quick he would melt under his gentle and warm touch.

“You want more?” Dabi gasped, feeling Y/N’s fingers curled in his entrance. He bit his tongue, not wanting to let out any sounds. The base didn’t have the best walls, making it difficult for him to make all the sounds he wanted. The H/C noticed his suppression and laughed again. He didn’t know why he was laughing and finding things humorous lately.

Perhaps it was because of his lover?

He shrugged to himself, causing a raised brow from Dabi. Y/N shook his head, getting his head back to their situation. He looked down and noticed how Touya was clenching on his fingers, making him grin a mischievous grin.

“Oh?” He raised a brow, his cocky and mischievous grin visible. Touya just huffed, looking away which was something Y/N did not like. He grabbed Dabi’s chin harshly with his free hand and forced him to look at him. “Touya. Look at me.” Dabi immediately received a shiver down his spine.

He was so desperate to thrust his hips up, but Y/N’s glare prevented him from doing so. His eyes were fully on Y/N’s. Watching his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squinted in annoyance. “Ignoring me, hm?” He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

Seeing Dabi’s bratty attitude, he curled his fingers just right. The tip of his index finger grazed on Dabi’s prostate, causing him to arch his back in shock, gasping. “Such a brat,” he spat, pushing his fingers further in and curling them to press brutally on his prostate.

The ravenhead immediately let out a high-pitched moan, his back arching and his hips thrusting up along with his back. His eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head, feeling a spark shot up his body.

He could hear Y/N’s taunting chuckles, enjoying his reaction. He looked down, trying to look intimidating. But his glossy eyes weren't much help. He was one of the best villains, a notorious one! But he melts at just a soft touch from his partner. And he hated it. He hated being vulnerable. He didn’t want to admit that he loves every single soft warm touch he receives from his lover.

He didn’t want to admit that he loves getting punished, being a brat and receiving his punishment was thrilling to him. It was like the thrill of not getting caught by heroes with just a hair, however the feeling was much greater than the thrill of not getting caught.

He loved it in a way.

“I think you're ready.” Dabi’s attention turned back to Y/N who had taken his fingers out of his ass and started to buckle his belt open. His eyes immediately widened.

“Really?” he asked in a hushed tone, his voice a bit hoarse. Y/N raised a brow at his question. “Of course, unless.. You don’t want it? Cause if so-” Dabi immediately shook his head. Touya didn’t want him to stop! He was already this far in so why not finish with it?

“Just… Get it over with.” He growled softly at the sight of Y/N taunting smirk. “Beg, love.” Touya huffed deeply.

He didn’t want to beg! Why should he beg?

But seeing how he was so close to getting what he wanted, seeing the tent growing on Y/N’s boxers.. His body couldn’t stop the shiver from going down his spine.

“-ease..” Y/N hummed in confusion. “Hm?” He tilted his head to the side. Dabi groaned a bit in embarrassment. ‘Fuck…’ Touya thought to himself. He hesitated when he said, “please… sir..” And the moment he said that, Y/N smiled. A genuine and soft smile, not one of his taunting and annoying smirks.

“Such a good boy, hm?” Touya whimpered slightly at the praise. He enjoyed praise, more than he would admit it. He loved how he would feel himself getting so close just by praise. “Good boy” ; “sweet boy” ; “baby” were pet names that he could never ignore.

He knew he was slowly losing it.

!~

“C’mon, you can take it. Be a good boy for me.” Touya whimpered, feeling Y/N’s cock pulse inside of him. He could feel Y/N getting bigger by the second and he was desperate for a release. “Too– much!” he managed to choke out. Y/N only smiled, feigning to touch his cock. “You can take it.” Touya shook his head profusely, not wanting anything more.

But he never said stop.

Y/N grabbed Touya’s bruised hips tightly and put all in his strength to fuck the brains out of Touya. He choked on his own saliva as he felt Y/N’s powerful thrusts, feeling his tip hit his prostate flawlessly. “F-Fuck!” he cursed, throwing his head back. He bit his bottom lip, causing his lip to die a crimson red, a color familiar to him.

“You wanna come, don’t you?” Touya nodded, his eyes closed but his mouth agape, breathing heavily. “Then stop being a brat.” Y/N thrust his hips right against Touya, knocking the air out of his lungs. He gasped, feeling his climax climbing. His cock was red and throbbing, begging for release.

He lowers his head, just enough to look at Y/N. The H/C's eyes are closed and his brows furrowed. His hips continued to move hard, sending shocks through the black-haired male.

The villain could feel a knot tightening in his stomach by the second, his climax reaching its limit. He was ready to explode, but Y/N’s thumb on his cock’s slit caused him to dry-orgasmed several times, feeling overstimulated and wanting more.

“Pl-Plea– se! F..Fu-Fuck!!” he managed to choke out. Y/N’s thrusts slowly became sloppier by each “uh” from Touya’s mouth. He could feel his cock twitch in anticipation for his climax release. He grabbed Y/N’s body closer to his, his nails clawing at Y/N’s back– creating marks along his back– marking him as did Y/N did on him.

Feeling his climax reaching its peak, he thrusted his hips all the way in, causing Touya to arch his back. His eyes rolled back and his mouth was agape, drooling as he let out a loud moan. Touya’s cock twitched one last time before squirting his semen all over his stomach– some even reached his face. Y/N released all his cum inside of Touya, filling him to the brim.

He breathed heavily as he came from his high. He reached over to Touya’s cock and slowly stroked it, allowing Touya to get through his own high. Touya whimpered at the touch and looked down at Y/N who lazily stroked it.

“Y..You bastard…” Y/N looked up with a smirk and a snicker, leaning forward to give a peck on his sweaty forehead.

"I know." —

[class1akids]

HOT TAKE:

If a student was to interfere with the Kurogiri moment

it should have been him:

Aizawa's protege - the student he started to train in part in memory of Oboro. The person who could have done it without violence.

[a-sound-sol]

LoV x Autistic!Reader headcanons!

m. list

Shigaraki

his best skill is listening to you infodump. he'll play video games while still actively listening and responding to you because he knows that's how you show your love

times all your meltdowns and tracks the triggers too

he thinks you look cutest when you're in your comfy, tagless pajamas and will make sure that you know important it is to him that you're in a sensory friendly environment

if anyone in public starts to make fun of you for carrying your comfort item around, he will decay them without hesitation.

Dabi

he tries so hard to make sure the temperature is perfect for you. he knows how overstimulated you get when it's too hot or too cold.

won't hesitate to take hold of your hands and arms if you start to exhibit self injury behavior. he'd rather you hurt him than yourself.

lets you fidget with his piercings even though he knows it's a bad idea. if you really need it, he's got you. he's always got you.

the minute you say you're done, he's got you in his arms and you're headed home - even if it's mid battle.

he will burn any tags off your clothes - sometimes burning the clothes themselves on accident - but you don't care. you think it's sweet.

Twice

he will literally be whatever you need. he'll use his quirk to guard you if you're having a meltdown, so you're safe from all sides

he gives the best mindless cuddles when you're feeling overwhelmed but don't have the words

makes sure that you're safe all the time - sends like 30 texts a day

will always make sure that you know you can always say no to a mission or a trip. it's your choice, and if shigaraki has an issue with it, he will take the heat.

Toga

oh you are her ANGEL!!!! She soothes you whenever you're having a meltdown

she'll tell you stories to distract you and play with your hair too, scratching your scalp because you love that

keeps you safe at all costs, public or private. you are her favorite, and anyone who makes you feel unwelcome or unsafe is her number one enemy.

keeps your blood in a heart shaped vial not even to use it, but because she loves having a bit of you around.

Spinner

literally ends up hyperfixating on half of your special interests

quality time is everything to him, so he’ll sit with you while you basically do anything just to body double for you!

makes sure that you know you’re safe when your body tells you you’re not

he buys you something related to either a safe food item or a sensory friendly clothing item everytime he goes out because he wants to make sure you never feel any amount of discomfort

Compress

he checks in FREQUENTLY. You always get a text after he leaves and while he’s gone and when he’s on his way home and-

He will marble you if people start to overstimulate you, then he’ll bring you home immediately and start to make you tea!!

he’s one to tell you how beloved you are and that anyone who’s cruel to you will be disposed of immediately

You’re his world. He makes sure that you’re aware of that every single chance he gets. Endless cuddles!!!!

Kurogiri

hey, if you need out of a crowd? He’s got you for sure!!!

there’s a little shirakumo there too so he’s extra careful with you when you’re struggling (:

He wants to protect you, he feels the same draw to you as he feels with shigaraki

basically will do anything to keep you away from anything that may harm you, even yourself <3

Magne

she will also kill anyone who hurts you or vaguely looks at you wrong

always tells the rest of the league to leave you alone when she sees you overstimulated or even close to feeling uncomfortable

supports you being your most authentic and real self!! Never wants you to mask (:

helps you explore your identity while making you feel safe and comfortable!!!

[call-me-chips]

LOV headcanon time let's goo

Their spice tolerance

Shigaraki: 1/10. Bro CANNOT handle spice. You really think gamer boy who survives off of chickie nuggies and the occasional appy juice can handle spice?? You give him anything above "medium" heat level and he's done. He's cooked. He's begging his mom (Kurogiri) for help with a raspy, panicked voice

Kurogiri: 6.5/10. He doesn't really eat, like at all. But if he could, he'd be able to take a normal amount I think

Toga: 8/10. She has a weirdly high spice tolerance that no one can seem to explain. She doesn't brag about it cuz she doesn't even realize that most people have a much lower tolerance for it. She's always surprised when Shigaraki throws up from eating Indian take-out because it doesn't burn her at all

Twice: Either 2/10 or 7/10 and nothing in between. For him, eating spicy food is like a roller coaster ride. One second he'll be perfectly fine, then the very next he's screaming, then back to normal, then screaming, and so on and so forth

Dabi: 7/10. He was born with a very low tolerance, but had vowed to build that up by training his mouth to take it. He knows that his body can't handle hot temps, so if he can train his mouth to handle the hotness of spicy food, he absolutely will. He's gotta flex on Shigaraki as much as he can

Mr. Compress: 5/10. He got average. He doesn't seem like the kinda guy to really like spicy food. Tho his dark, wavy, almost curly hair suggests that he could have some Latino in him, he just doesn't really care for spicy food, so he hasn't built up his tolerance at all

Magne: 11/10. Her spice tolerance is INSANELY high for no reason. She can handle just about everything you could give her. You throw her on Hot Ones and she'll come out stealing the bottle of "Da bomb" for everyday use

Spinner: 4/10. He's the kind of person to fake not being affected by spice when there's people around. He'll try to keep a straight face, even when his eyes are watering so much he can't see and his nose is running faster than he thought possible. It's obvious to EVERYONE that he's in pain, but if Shigaraki's in the room, he mustn't show that (not necessarily Spinneraki, but it can absolutely be)

Bonus

Overhaul: -1/10. He thinks whole wheat bread is spicy.

[moodyvoid]

headcanons for the lov when they have an s/o who's on their period? (Dabi would be my personal heater)

League of Villains when their s/o is on their period.

Okay I actually started mine today, so this is impeccable timing.

Mr. Compress: He somehow already knows — like he’s tracking your schedule lmao. He keeps emergency time-of-the-month marbles for you. Pads, tampons, hot compress (lol), comfy clothes, soft blankies, IBUPROFEN. He’s prepared like a doomsday prepper.

Spinner: He’s heard tales of this before. He’s terrified. He will be so, so attentive and do whatever he can for you— but he’ll need direction bc he’s clueless. He’ll be very sweet to you the entire time while not-so-discreetly freaking out inside. He’ll get used to it after the first few times lmao.

Twice: Once again— he is not super familiar with the situation. He’ll be like “Uh… you need a cigarette??” He’ll form a task force with his doubles to get you anything and everything you need. One is rubbing your back. One is making you the random sandwich you were suddenly craving. One is cowering in the corner. It may get to the point where he’s a little TOO attentive and you’re like “Jin, I’m good.” and he’s like “Are you sure? 🥺”. Sweet man. He’ll take notes to remember for the next time.

Toga: She gets it. She knows everything to do. She’s got tips and tricks for pain management. You two are snuggled up watching movies and eating snacks for as long as you need it.

Dabi: He knows better than to get on your nerves during this time, but he will anyway. Little bastard. “What can I do for you, princess?” with heavy sarcasm— but at the same time he’s got you comfy in bed tending to your every need lmao. He will absolutely let you use him as a heating pad. He secretly enjoys it. He’s gonna tease you like a jerk. “Someone’s got an attitude. Maybe you just need some dic— OW—”

Shigaraki: You’re on your what? jk. He will be there for you as well as he can. Cut him some slack, this is his first period. (LMAO). “I’m going on an important mission— no one bother me.” cut to him at the store looking at all the different pads and tampons for you. He just grabs multiple kinds, runs through Kurogiri’s portal, through the hideout, past all the other league members with dozens of pads and tampons in his arms. He’ll coddle you and pay close attention and by the end of the week, he’s gotten better at this whole period thing. He’ll be much more prepared for next month! “WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEXT MONTH????”

They’d all be supportive in their own way. 🥰

[sunarinscat]

1:32AM Tomura Shigiraki

“Hey, hold on a second.”

Tomura reached to give you an embrace, but your own hands reached to wrap around wrists first, quickly bringing him to a stop. He stared at you, baffled, and cocked his head to the side, almost as if he was a confused puppy dog. You couldn’t prevent the subtle smile creeping up on you from taking hold of your face.

”Won’t you… yknow.. Decay me or whatever?”

Tomura’s eyes were instantly lit with realization, and you could see him mentally face palm. Despite his foolishness he played it off coyly, making eye contact with you and pulling the corners of his mouth into a haughty smirk.

”Technichally I would only decay that cute little top… witch I personally wouldn’t mind”

You felt your face heat up as he did that thing where he looked at your eyes,and then your lips, then your eyes again. God, this man was going to make you lose your sanity.

”I-I have to be up early tomorrow!” You blurted.

You wished you didn’t or you might’ve let him stay the night.

Tomura’s face lit up in glee as you giggled, feeling a little embarrassed. You allowed your eyes to flutter towards the ground in favor of breaking eye contact with him and his stupid smirk.

”Relax hon, I wasn’t gonna put all my fingers down. Now come give me a hug goodnight.”

You sighed as you gave in, and allowed him to give you a quick squeeze, before stumbling inside to your apartment all giddy and flustered.

You mumbled something to yourself about how that man was gonna be the death of you as you made yourself a cup of something hot to sip. But rethinking the events of the night, you had an idea.

-

A few months later you were hit with a sense of deja vu as Tomura walked you to your apartment door.

“Thanks for today, sweetheart. It sucks I gotta leave early for work tommorow, but I really did have a great time.”

You gave him a little smile as you fumbled through your purse, searching for something.

“Yeah I’m glad we went ahead and celebrated your birthday a day early, but i have one more thing-“

You giggled in anticipation as you pulled out a parcel wrapped in decorative paper and bows.

“It’s for you.”

Tomura’s face lit up with an uncharachteristicly soft glow as he leaned over to give you a peck on the cheeck, and grab the package.

“Awe doll, you’ve already spoiled me rotten today, I dunno what I did to deserve you.”

he said it sarcastically and you returned the favor by rolling you eyes, but you knew he meant it.

“Open it all ready!”

You batted his his lips away from your face as he tried to give you a few more kisses, and encouraged him to open the packaging.

He gently tore the packaging apart, slightly taken back as he pulled out a pair of gloves. They were all fingerless, save the pinky, and were a smooth, comfy fabric that matched his color scheme.

“I knitted them myself”

He looked to you and then back at the gloves.

“You don’t say?” He mumbled quietly.

He slipped them on and wiggled his fingers. In the palm was a little tag that spelled: “I love you! -Y/n”

He blinked his eyes a few times to fight away tears before he wrapped you in the biggest hug. For once he didn’t worry about how many fingers he had on you, all that mattered was your embrace. He lifted you off the ground and spun you. Once he set you down he held your jaw in both his hands and kissed you hard. As you broke away, slightly out of breath, you noticed the tears he wasn’t bothering to fight anymore.

“I love you tomura.”

“I love you more baby. You don’t even realize how much I do.”

“I wish you could stay..”

Tomura grinned.

“Oh would you look at that.”

He was stopped by a fit of coughing.

“I think I’m coming down with a cold. Kurogiri can handle being in charge tomorrow anyways.”

You giggled as he scooped you up in his arms. You spun your keys around your finger and he yanked them out of your hand to unlock the door, kicking it shut behind him.

Author’s Note: Haven’t been on this blog in awhile. I’m back to give it some TLC !Friendly reminder that my asks are open! Don’t be shy to send something my way..

Reposts are always appreciated <3

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

agere todoroki touya headcanons !!

— requested by anon —

— cw: medical trauma and very negative/trauma-oriented experiences with regression —

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🔥 - a perma-regressor from both physical and mental trauma, touya is almost always a different age than his biological one— it’s the age itself that varies. usually, he’s around his late teens simply due to the coma messing with his development and making him constantly lag behind with those lost years. otherwise, he hovers comfortably around 10-13. It’s nearly impossible to get him any younger; he’s only hit those lower ages during really dire circumstances or when he manages to find a specific thing that triggers it (usually something to do with his mom).

🔥 - when he’s in that younger bracket, he’s very unpredictable and filled with the overwhelming turmoil of unprocessed trauma. he has really severe body dysmorphia in this headspace, which leads to bouts of him being unable to speak due to how alien his voice sounds and him breaking every reflective surface he can find. he can be very volatile during this time, throwing pretty extreme tantrums and meltdowns. he isn’t a “cute” regressor— his brain uses this time to physically process his trauma, even to his detriment. he fights back, he burns, he explodes. it’s full of flashbacks and destruction for anyone who dares to get close enough to him. he’s like a dying star, shifting between beautifully and horrifically bright.

🔥 - he doesn’t enjoy having caregivers. he feels suffocated by people doting on him and he already runs too warm and too sensitive for anyone to get close to him. that said, the league are the closest thing he has to one and, later, he slowly starts to reunite with his family and let them take care of him. either way, it’s a terribly long and painful process— filled with shattered hearts and lots of screaming as everyone figures out what does and doesn’t work. with the league, he likes sticking with toga the most. he hates adults and doesn’t trust men so he likes playing with her. at home, he sticks around his mother and fuyumi for the same reason, and they’re both incredibly gentle and patient with him— which he genuinely believes he doesn’t deserve. eventually, he starts opening up to shouto, who he likes because shouto’s very quiet and subdued which gives touya a rock to latch onto when he’s feeling far too much, and natsuo, who takes the opportunity to flip the script and take care of his older brother the way that touya did for him when they were young.

🔥 - touya is terrified of doctors/hospitals when he’s in that younger age range too, and while he isn’t afraid of fire or his quirk, he does get triggered by large flames (like bonfires or fireplaces) and the smell of smoke. he also hates when it’s too hot— both because his burns get itchy when he’s too sweaty and because the discomfort of heat will throw him into a flashback. as such, both his family and the league go out of their way to keep things colder, even if it means not turning on the heat in the middle of winter.

(Cw: padding, medical talk, and accidents)

🔥 - because of his accident, touya medically has a lot of struggles with his body. he is extremely prone to chronic pain and even basic illnesses can lay him out for over a week. on really bad days, he can barely eat or make it to the bathroom and he often has to regress to deal with the pain and discomfort. this means that he’s usually padded during this time as he’s had many accidents from being unable to move from bed. his fear and hatred of nurses and the hospital mean that it’s mostly his family taking care of him, soothing him when it hurts too much and doing everything they can to make him comfortable. this was true with the league, as well, and it was mostly kurogiri making sure that he was okay and taking care of him. shigaraki offered more than once to decay his limbs if they kept giving him trouble, saying that they can replace them with something better and less painful. touya is pretty sure that was his way of telling him to stop groaning so loud, but he appreciated the sentiment even if he’s far too stubborn to take it.

(Cw: over)

🔥 - he hates basic touch, but he does like deep pressure therapy because he can feel it even with his scarring. this basically means that he doesn’t really enjoy hand holding or hugs, but he does like cuddles if someone is on top of him or they’re holding him tight enough. he really enjoys curling up under a weighted blanket with his family because their quirks keeps him cool and the blanket keeps him regulated (I don’t actually know if it’s ever revealed what fuyumi and natsuo’s quirks are but,,, I’m pretty sure they’re closer to rei’s. if not, this one is for shouto and rei lol)

🔥 - when he comes home, he finds out that his room was boxed up and cleaned out by his father and he spirals into a massive meltdown that nearly burns the entire house down. while fuyumi calms him, holding him tightly and rocking him back and forth while singing songs that she knows her students like, his mother and brothers get to work taking everything from storage and putting it back exactly how it was. the boys base it off pictures while rei uses only her memory because she’s been thinking about touya and his room for years. once it’s fixed and they show him, he immediately drops down to a much lower age. it’s a balancing act— meeting in the middle between what was and what is— and it’s one that takes a lot of work but it soothes him to have things be the way that he remembers because that jarring leap of seeing time passed and everything different freaks him out (it reminds him too much of waking up and suddenly being years older and covered in scars).

🔥 - the league actually knows his name is touya from really early on because he hated being called dabi when he was feeling younger. the easiest way to figure out how old he was, was to call him by a name and see how he reacted. if there wasn’t one, he was at least sixteen. if he scrunched his nose in disgust and pouted, he was around thirteen or so. post war, he actually misses the system a lot because his family struggles to tell how old he is and he hates trying to put a number on the boiling emotions he’s feeling. when he is able to reunite with the league under supervision, he relishes under the familiarity of it and the most settled he’s ever been is with both of his families around him.

[sweetheartssorrows]

𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Tomura and Y/N fell for each other, but nobody knew they had fallen. They didn't even know they fell for each other until one day, walking back from a (mostly) successful battle, they find a hotel and Y/N finds Tomura...

Tomura and Y/N had fallen for each other, of course, nobody knew so, and neither of you would tell anyone because you mostly wanted to ignore teasing. You weren't even sure why you liked him, was it the messy hair that draped perfectly over his scarlet eyes? His cold attitude? His weird yet oh-so-sexy demeanor? How he was slightly emo? How you knew he'd be all yours since he was such a loser and no woman ever batted an eye at him? You didn't know. Tomura knew why he liked you, you weren't ever afraid to speak your mind, and you were so sexy to him, he'd pump his fat cock to you while whispering your name while you were in the next room, thinking he was gaming or asleep. One attack, you and the rest of the League were walking home after a (mostly) successful battle, All Might didn't come to "save the day" which made Tomura a little pissed off, you could sense it. Tomura led the League away from the lair...odd.

Dabi: "What the hell, boss? Are you stupid? The lair is literally right around the corner!"

Shigaraki: "Stop being a dick, we're staying at a hotel for the night so we can actually wake up early all together for the next battle tomorrow." He grumbled, a hint of sleepiness in his voice as he stomped off up the sidewalk, making it to the hotel, checked in, and he didn't know how to work that stuff but Spinner swore he did and only got three rooms with one bed each. Stupid. Magne, Toga and Twice decided to share a room, Spinner, Dabi and Compress decided to share a room, that leaves you, Shigaraki and Kurogiri.

Kurogiri: "I can leave you two be. I'll sleep on the chair." He insisted, no matter how many denials came from you or Tomura. You and Tomura made it well through the night, you couldn't tell with Kurogiri, you fell asleep but woke up to a moan, you looked over at the alarm clock— 1:34 AM.— you look over your shoulder to see Tomura jerking off, you couldn't make out what was on his phone, you rubbed your eyes and say a picture of you changing he had secretly took of you, oh my god...this guy is a pervert! You turned around quickly as you felt him spin around, you felt him tug at your pants and cum on your ass, you let out a noise and his eyes snapped open in fear, but you fake sleeped, you thought you could play it off, he just shrugged it off and left the hot cum on your ass as he then spun back around and played his game on the same phone he was just looking at a picture of you on and jerking off to it.

[strawberrybuni]

BEING FLUENT IN MULTIPLE LANGUAGES

A/N: request for shigaraki with a reader who speaks multiple languages!

❥ He’s genuinely in awe of you when you were recruited to the League. You became quite the asset in case they needed to speak to anyone overseas.

❥ He’ll get this wide eyed look when you speak in one of them, he just can’t himself when he catches himself staring which dabi of course likes to point out like an asshole.

❥ Once you two start dating, he just can’t get enough of you speaking in your other languages, he thinks you sound so pretty and cool. 

❥ Loves when you speak to him in your other languages, even if he doesn't always tell you how much he loves it.

❥ Demands when you say "I love you", to say it in each of the languages you know or else he's gonna be extra grumpy.

❥ Wants you to teach him all sorts of swears and insults so he can say them to other people whether online or in person.

❥ Secretly learns compliments in your other languages so he can randomly use them on you just so he can surprise you, he really does love that smile you get.

❥ Lowkey thinks it's hot when you get pissy with him in other languages, he'll act irritated just to rile you up more so you yell at him more.

❥ He just overall thinks it’s very impressive since he really only knows some english, but it’s really only the basics, swears, and other insults that he’s learned through his gaming.

❥ He SO brags about you to everyone. You truly are like the coolest person he knows, and he believes everyone else should too.

❥ His favorite thing when it comes to your skills has to be when it comes to his online gaming. If someone is being an asshat and happens to speak one of your languages, he has you chew them out on his behalf.

You were peacefully chatting with Kurogiri about some stuff when your oh so grumpy boyfriend came storming into the bar area, headset around his neck and a pissed off look in his red, bloodshot eyes.

“I need you, now.” His tone held no room for argument as he grasps your wrist with his index finger raised as he drags you along with him to his bedroom while you apologetically wave to Kurogirii since your conversation was interrupted.

After all, when Tomura wants you, he’s gonna get you whether you like it or not. Not that you ever complain, of course.

He shuts the door behind the two of you once you two enter, revealing his dim bedroom, the bright light coming from his computer screen being the only thing illuminating the messy room. That’s when you realize he’s playing League of Legends and you know exactly what he wants.

He slips his headset back on, clicking a button on his keyboard to enable the voice chat once again. “Will you shut the fuck up… yeah I’m back… listen here fuckface my partner speaks English.” With that, he slipped his headset off completely as he held it out to you expectantly. You already knew the drill at this point as you slipped on the headset.

Tomura watched you with that same look of awe as you went off on the person, pride swelling in his chest as you defended him and roasted whoever was giving him issues. No one ever stood up for him the way you do, getting mad at whoever on his behalf when they insult him.

He doesn’t think he deserves you at all, but he’s far too selfish to ever let you walk away.

[cagesofgold]

BOWS - Touya Todoroki / Dabi x Reader

Touya’s never had to buy a gift before. He has vivid memories of linking flower stems together, pinching their petals at the ends with his fingers and placing them on Fuyumi’s head. Or that time he found a stray football discarded against a lamp post and brought it home beneath his shoulder for Natsuo. He had given a gift before, as he knew it.

But is that what you knew it to be?

The whiskey glass in his hand seemed to never end, the bottom tilted to one side with lashings of ice beginning to melt. Brown lurid liquid sloshing with every jolt of his hand, subconsciously anxious and consciously angered.

Touya thought he knew you pretty well. He knew that you hated mornings, and relished hot showers. He knew that your smile lit up every room you’d ever walked into and you hated cutlery against plates. He knew he could find you most often behind the bar, tucked away in the corner observing Kurogiri as he whisked around the shelves lined with liquor - your nose within a book, the pages water damaged and crinkled. He knew you loved to laugh, and hated those who took that from you. He knew you found it hysterical when Twice would perform his All Might impression, and rejoiced when Spinner would bring in fresh pork cutlet for dinner.

He knew that you loved the stars and the moon. And every celestial being within that sky, untouched by the brutalities of humanity, and holding the secrets we would always sought. You loved pointing out funky shaped clouds and insisting they looked like cats, when to Touya they just looked like blobs. You loved when he would bring you in snacks from his avid disappearances from the base, showing you were still at the front of his mind.

He knew your eyebrows would crinkle nervously when his hands would dust over yours, never wincing from their ragged appearance, but wincing from his touch. He knew you loved to dance, arms wrapped around his neck and fingers drumming along his nape to the rhythm - telling him to “Loosen up”, he never did. You never stopped telling him.

He knew that your lips were soft. He knew that they had no right to touch his, wrapped in wholehearted good meshing with the bearer of sin. He knew he shouldn’t come near you, but everyone knew that you had poisoned him from the minute you walked in that day. A shy grin tugged at your lips, intelligent and calculated words silencing dubious conceptions - and a white bow flailing behind you.

He loved those bows. You had one in every color. Some crimped, some satin, some cotton. Some with butterflies and some with strawberries. Some with small blue flames you had painted yourself and excitedly thrust into his face one day, a classical book still shoved under your arm and hair wild from the morning air.

They were apart of you as much as they were him. He was always finding little bows everywhere you went, like a trail, follow the bow, there goes Y/N.

He would never forget when he found you on the ground outside. A puddle of coalescing liquids, some crimson, some grey - seeping into your jeans as you held something crushed in your hands. Your favorite bow, doused in deep red stains - mauve accents polluting the pink stitched hem.

He knew you were upset, soul as crushed as that little piece of fabric. And as the days went by and your hair was absent of their astoundingly large presence for their size, he felt a pit of unease settle in his stomach.

The ice in the whiskey glass had melted, and Touya’s hood was pulled over his head as he transcended the steps to the front door of the bar, tugging it open with force and tearing down the streets. Each step he grew faster, careful to keep his face downcast in order to maintain his identity - to hide his scars you would always kiss. He dug his hands into his pockets, the hands you would always caress and wash, sweet whispers that he didn’t deserve, didn’t deserve for a fucking second, reassuring him that he was loved.

That you…

“Do you want that wrapped?” The cashier smacked her gum uninterestedly, bright blue eyeshadow on her waterline contrasting her dark eyes.

He nodded, keeping his voice wrapped away in the confinements of his true self that only you were allowed to see. He had some nerve, acting as if that was some kind of gift. You really had rewired his deprecating tendencies.

Cash slid across the table and the paper handles were clutched by burnt fingers, black boots sidling across squeaky linoleum floors - and a ten minute walk back to the hideout.

The moon hung low, and the stars peeked out from the blanket of black which hugged the sky. He wondered if you were looking at them, hanging out your window in that way he always hated, your laugh cutting straight through him as you glanced over your shoulder at him, that smile that went all the way up to your eyes. That smile which told him everything he begged to know his entire life. He never valued it before, and selfishly, the only reason he values it now is to make sure that smile never leaves. It stays to bless everyone who has the courtesy to see it.

His fist met your door, three raps and a slap. The order you made up whilst wrapped in a cloud of giggles, he swore to never do it. You thought differently. The door slowly creaked open, and he was met with a flood of emotions all crashing into him at once. Your eyes were deep set, rings of purple hanging below those vibrant colors he loved so much - except they’d flattened into something unrecognizable - and an instantaneous anger rose through him. Not directed at you, god, never at you.

Before his name could escape you he placed the box in your hands. Your palms were flat against the decorative box, a sweet pink fabric adorned with white ribbon. Lace lining each edge. You cocked an eyebrow, confusion clouding your eyes before he just simply tapped it with his pointer finger, shuffling around where he stood - one foot tapping against the floor.

Your gaze dropped downwards, opening the box slowly, careful and mindful of the wrapping. He found this incredibly endearing. And when you saw what was inside, saw it laying there, unspoken words between both of you laced within every stitch - He knew.

Touya thought he knew you pretty well.

He knew you loved him, and by god did he love you.