#let toga be crude

[mymhameme]

Giggly drunk Dabi and troll Toga

I might actually come back to finish this one

[xazse]

mr compress x kittygirl hybrid! reader and i will worship the ground you walk 😣😣🙏🙏🙏

SWEET GIRL

Synopsis: Mr.Compress feels a certain inkling and intensity within himself.

Notes: this is great I know you just submitted this really recent but I wanted to let some of my fans know that I will now write for MHA!!! SEND ME SOME STUFF (don’t worry to my others who have sent jjk requests I’m working on them<333)) (sorry I just had to do something with the league and them meeting kitty girl)

Pairings: Mr.Compress x KittyGirl!Hybrid

Warnings: Smut + mean!League Members + rough handling + rough kissing + fingering + penetration + Fem!reader + Hybrid!reader

Mr.Compress had dragged in another stray: you he had known for at least a month before introducing you to the league. He found you digging through some rubble searching for food. He had felt extremely bad and just felt the need to take you.

So that’s what he did, he took you and you didn’t fight at all he just went, scooped you up. You looked a tad bit confused but when he gave you some food you were attached, he gave you plenty of opportunities to leave but every time you’d look around for him and once you found him you’d loop your arms with his and follow. It was downright adorable.

After some time had passed he chose to introduce you to his beloved league.

“She looks stupid, get her out.”

“That’s so mean Tomura! I think she looks adoreable!”

“You are very right Toga, Shigaraki isn’t used to cutesy things.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The blue haired man exclaimed from the bar.

“Why not give er’ a change Shigaraki? She could prove to be useful.” Spinner is always trying to be the middle man, Mr.Compress can certainly rely on him to get you in good with everyone.

“Useful my ass.” Dabi’s the one who speaks up.

“It wouldn’t be wise for you to talk, you’re in the same boat as her.” Shigaraki backfires.

“Tried to help you, dick.”

It hadn’t even been 40 minutes sitting as the league chats and discusses various things, Toga and Twice won’t leave you alone they insist on playing with your tail and rubbing your pointy ears: pushing them back just to watch them pop right back in place.

You aren’t complaining one bit, you love the extra attention they’re giving you, you can’t quite make out what they’re saying but nonetheless you know it’s nothing but sweet words minus twice sometimes blurting random crude things.

Leaving them proves to be the worst, “tears” are exchanged when Mr. Compress is ready to depart and you have to leave the new friends you just made. He reassures you that you’ll be able to see everyone again very soon.

Mr compress loves you a tenth fold you’re impressed by his tricks others find to be unfunny but you will sit for hours and watch him show off, clapping with the biggest smile on your cute face. It drives him mad to have his own personal fan.

It makes his cock throb when he’s doing one of his tricks and you look so curious to find out what’s next, he can’t focus on finishing it when you’re swooning right in front of him, he basically attacks you with sloppy kisses.

His thick tongue invades your mouth, his actions aren’t careful, he needs to be inside you right now.

He sits on his hind legs and traps you with his thighs on either side. He takes his hard cock out and jerks himself a few times right over your exposed stomach. you’ve all of a sudden gone shy on him, trying to avoid the intense way he’s staring down at you.

He stops for a moment to rid you of your bra, then your panties whilst also undressing himself fully too.

Even after all this time you’re still hiding your body from him like he hasn’t explored every single inch of you. He pays that no mind and moves to rub your cunt, he makes sure not to directly touch your clit.

He moves his skillful fingers around your lips, dipping in and out of your hole to get you used to the feeling. Sweet moans slip from your throat, your breath hitches everytime he so much as grazes the englared bud.

Impatient Compress starts full on fucking you with his fingers, he has to use a little of his strength to keep your leg nice and still for him. You’re full on moaning, it feels so damn good, the way his fingers abuse your wet hole in the meanest motions he can muster.

He makes eye contact with you when he pulls his fingers out and licks them, making sure to clean them dry.

He’s got you plenty wet, he rubs the tip of his cock in between your lips even touching your sensitive clit, he hadn’t even made you cum and you’re already so jumpy.

His thick cock starts to push inside you, slowly filling you of him, taking him is no walk in the park, he’s more long than anything, you grip whatever you can as he pushes past your tight hole.

Atsuhiro lets you adjust to him, he can hear slight sniffling from you, poor thing, he’ll make you happy in just a moment: that moment being now, he pushes your legs a little towards your torso angling his cock more snuggly.

Atushiro is never one to rush sex with you, he likes to be in the moment so he can enjoy and really feel you but now he can’t wait, he starts thrusting fast and deep, your fat cunt accepting every inch so easily now.

He’s been obsessed with your pussy the first day you and him had sex, you’re so tight and warm, he draws his hips back all the way letting his cock fall out to admire the slick it’s covered in, just to slam right back into you.

“Nnng..”

“Feels… so good Sako..” your moans sound so choked up in your throat, making you all the more desperate for more clearly.

His face is a beautiful shade of pink, groans mixed with yours slipping from his bitten lips, you truly don’t know the effects your cunt has on him, everytime he pulls back you suck him right back in.

Your tail has a mind of its own when it wraps around his torso, moving along with the rhythm of his hips.

You wipe the tears that have found their way to your face, your body spasms in that familiar way, along with your pussy tightening even more around him. He holds you down by your tummy, securing you in place so you don’t thrash everywhere.

He slams down in you one last time, pushing you right over the edge you cum with a loud yelp followed by quiet whines that die down, through this whole thing he’s praising you, kissing your soddened cheeks.

Your chest rapidly tries to calm down, feeling the aftershocks of a nasty orgasm.

Later that night he makes sure to rub your pointy ears and cuddle you as close as possible.

[super-paper]

I feel like Toga and All for One have many similarities, but I am unable to articulate as to why I feel this way.

I think it's safe to say that AFO is an intentional foil to Himiko, Tenko, and Touya at this point! I've discussed how he shares body motifs with all three of them before, but his backstory more or less cemented that he's supposed to be read as "the worst possible extreme and the worst possible conclusion" to each of the trio's respective origins and overall stories.

As for how Himiko and AFO foil each other, specifically:

Cannibalism as a metaphor for Not cannibalism

Let's get the obvious point outta the way first, lol.

AFO and Himiko are both established as children that society wasn't prepared or willing to care for-- AFO was born during the advent of quirks where "paranormal" children like him were treated as diseased and shunned (or worse) by the rest of society, while Himiko was born during an "era of peace" where civilians are expected to maintain said peace through endlessly conformity and complacency-- outside of pro-heroism, civilians are essentially expected to role-play as though they've returned to "normalcy" (i.e. pre-quirk society) and the fear of being labeled as "abnormal" (despite living in a post-paranormal society) drives them to shun those who can't easily conform.

Both AFO and Himiko's "first sin" involves the "consumption of their fellow humans," which they both commit when they are too young to fully understand what they're doing-- and both acts of consumption were initially tied to their attempts to fulfill a basic human "need" that wasn't being provided for. Himiko drank the blood of a friend whose smile she envied after years of having her own smile called "creepy," AFO was a starving newborn whose mother couldn't provide him milk or protection and whose cries were ultimately ignored by everyone else. When Himiko takes someone's blood and "becomes someone else", she finally feels good "about herself". When AFO takes his mom's quirk and uses it to drink her blood, he no longer feels hungry and no longer has any reason to cry out for help/attention. Thus, AFO & Himiko ultimately learn and internalize that in order to fulfill their own neglected needs, they need to take from others.

Something something re: "the catharsis that comes with finally """"embracing your true nature'"""" so you can finally become what your family always feared you'd be (POV: you are 14 years old and utterly doomed by the narrative) (and so is the main object of your ""affection"") (puberty is a bitch ain't it!)" something something

To Himiko, the consumption of others becomes a way to "become somebody else"-- someone the world will treat more kindly than they treat "Toga Himiko." She feels the urge to completely drain the blood of anyone who has the life and relationships that she desperately wants for herself. Before that, drinking blood was simply her way of expressing admiration/affection and fell under the banner of MHA's definition of "pure love" (i.e. love as imitation). Himiko showed no inclination towards completely draining the blood of those she loves until her psychotic break with Saito, and she is notably able to restrain her supposed "urges" around the LOV despite loving them deeply. The "urge to drain those she loves completely" isn't actually tied to her quirk, but to her desire to "become someone else."

To AFO, the consumption of others became yet another way to rob them of their autonomy-- by taking away "a part of them" and forcibly turning it into a part himself in the most base, unsettling, and crude way possible. Before that, his consumption of others was simply driven by his instinct to survive. AFO's "urge to take" is tied to the preconception that no one will provide for him or look at him UNLESS he is taking something from them-- like Himiko, his quirk merely makes it easier for him to act on urges that don't actually stem from the quirk itself. AFO's warped perception of other people balloons wildly out of control by the time he reaches his teens, and finally cumulates in him ""eating"" the glowing baby out of jealousy:

*Kills someone over their follower count* Man, AFO is nvr gonna beat the "was a tiktok e-girl in his previous life" allegations

AFO and Himiko both "consume" other people out of jealousy and a desire to make up for what they feel they lack as individuals-- but an important distinction between the two of them, I feel, is that Himiko's consumption of others is ultimately driven by her desire to connect with other people while AFO's consumption is instead based on fear + mistrust of others. It's the difference between "Consumption as wanting to become a part of someone and become a part of the world they live in (+ consumption as a way to become a part of the world by living vicariously through someone else)" and "consumption as forcibly making someone a part of you and forcibly taking away their connection to the world."

Speaking of "consuming someone who has traits you envy in an attempt to make those traits your own" *pointedly looks at AFO's dynamic with Tomura* ...........yearp.

It's only after Himiko's human needs are finally addressed by Ochako, that Himiko learns the desire to "give" rather than take. I feel that this is probably one of the core take aways of the series while more or less being the "end goal" of the OFAFO plot-- "endless giving without ever taking" (All Might becoming the number one hero at the steep price of himself and Izuku almost destroying himself in the process of trying to emulate All Might) and "endless taking without ever giving" (AFO full stop, as well as society itself towards both the heroes and villains) are both extremes that only cause more people to get hurt. There has to be reciprocity. It has to be "One for All -AND- All for One." Give -AND- Take.

Side note: Himiko's favorite food being pomegranates also strikes me as ironic when you remember that Hori is gigantic mythology nerd-- In both art and mythology, it's not uncommon for pomegranates to be used as a visual for "flesh" and for their consumption to be used as a stand in for cannibalism. In greek mythology, pomegranates are known as the "fruit of the dead", and are believed to have originated from the blood of Adonis. There is also the legend of Persephone, who was cursed to remain within the underworld for six months each year as the price for consuming six pomegranate seeds while in hell.

The Buddhist legend of Hairiti/Kishimojin also stands out for framing pomegranates as a "cure" for cannibalism, by offering them to man-eating demons in lieu of flesh:

As for AFO-- it's been pointed out by several different people that he shares several parallels with the greek titan, Cronus, who is most famous for having devoured his own children whole.

With that in mind, I feel like the act of consuming blood has an almost mythological edge to it for these two (outside the obvious reality-based social stigma of it lol)-- the act of "eating" others, regardless of intent, is what condemned both AFO and Himiko to hell. But Himiko is offered a way out of that hell and ultimately finds salvation in allowing herself to be "consumed" in turn, while AFO just doubles down on eating every rando beefcake he can get his hands on while giggling like a school girl (and yet, when the chance to eat Toshi finally presents itself, he totally fails to capitalize on it. mfer can't even "cannibalism as a metaphor freaky gay sex with your dramaturgical foil" right smh 😤).

As an aside, when I say "people generally read into MHA too literally and expect entirely too literal conclusions for what is largely a fantastical story about abuse/trauma/coping mechanisms," how MHA depicts ""cannibalism"" through Himiko is actually one of the examples that comes to mind lol. So many people think that death or jail is the only appropriate conclusion for Himiko's character because it's the "only realistic conclusion" like they aren't reading a story where people have tape dispensers for arms lmfao.

OMNOMNOM-- (On Mouths)

:D

Not much to elaborate on here, mouths (and smiles) are AFO and Himiko's shared body motif in MHA's narrative. AFO's mouth is his only distinguishable facial feature during Parts 1 & 2, Himiko's smile/mouth is her defining feature and how others perceive it is a source of trauma for her. Her villain outfit is notable in how it covers her mouth/hides her smile while also resembling AFO's act 1 mask:

*squish*

During the final war, Himiko puts her mask on and hides her mouth immediately after being rejected by Izuku. This is symbolic of a lot of different things, but mostly, it drives home how she is no longer interested in talking things out and has "fully embraced being a villain." Ochako understands what's at stake and spends the rest of the fight trying to "take the mask back off"-- she understands there is something behind Himiko's villain mask that she needs to save.

Meanwhile, Toshi smashes past AFO's mask during Kamino and finds there is simply nothing underneath it-- reinforcing the idea that AFO has made "being a villain" his entire identity and that there is nothing worth saving behind his mask. However, Toshi was also the one who "smashed" AFO's facial features away in the first place. AFO definitely deserved getting his head popped, but in the context of MHA as a whole, I feel like AFO and Toshi's dynamic only highlights the overall tragedy of the hero/villain system and why it's a good thing that the new generation is starting to challenge it.

It is worth mentioning that mouths are frequently used to mask and dehumanize within the context of MHA's narrative, but this isn't something exclusive to AFO and Himiko ('sup Toshi) (''sup Tomura).

(I don't actually have anything else to add here lol)

Demon Child, Demon Lord

AFO and Himiko also stand out in how they're both framed as having been "born bad"-- Himiko by her parents, AFO by himself and the narration. Discerning readers already know that this is a crock of shit.

Child for One sees the Demon Lord being surrounded by people who provide for him out of fear while he's stuck living in isolation and squalor with Yoichi, and decides the only appropriate reaction to this is to make a children's comic book his entire personality (he's just like me fr)-- He embraces the idea of becoming a demon and shedding off his humanity, and immediately starts self-styling himself off a generic biz-caz corporate shmuck (lmfao).

Unlike AFO, Himiko resists the label of "demon" as much as she can-- she styles herself as "a cute high school girl" despite being a middle school drop out because she realizes the world will treat her a little more kindly this way (but only a little). Himiko longs to be seen as human, but is made to feel like a monster instead.

What I find interesting is that AFO himself outright admits that he lacked the ego/awareness necessary to "consciously" take Yoichi's quirk when they were children-- yet, both he and the narration continuously frame the siphoning of his mother's life, quirk, and Yoichi's nutrients as though they were intentional, malicious acts. AFO leans into this framing and builds his whole identity around it until that framing is finally pulled away from him literal seconds before his death.

Being "human" to Himiko means going back to a time where she was loved and accepted unconditionally. Being "human" to AFO means going back to being that screaming infant who no one would look at.

Like it or not, everyone is human in the end little dude.

Other Miscellaneous Similarities:

This one doesn't require much explanation-- through prioritizing their own needs above all else, AFO and Himiko both dehumanize other people the same way other people dehumanize them. Himiko is still a child, however-- and she is ultimately saved by her desire to be accepted and form genuine connections with others. Her final fight with Ochako is as much about getting Himiko to see Ochako as "human" as it is Ochako acknowledging Himiko's humanity. Once again, it's all about reciprocity/give-and-take.

""join our family and let me raise you! :D *hard cut to a burning orphanage*" AFO being genuinely puzzled that ppl aren't jumping at the chance to raised by him is my favorite running gag in mha.

Both AFO and Himiko also have a habit of being.... inappropriately intimate with other people, often to the point where whatever "relationship" they have with others exists almost entirely in their own head. Himiko calls Tsuyu by her first name and gets told to cut it out because this is a privilege Tsuyu reserves for her friends, and Himiko immediately interprets this as Tsuyu offering to be friends. AFO calls his worshippers his "friends" and his cult "his family" and asks that his young victims call him "uncle" like he's a kindly family friend and not the dude who is blackmailing them into betraying all their friends.

Also, neva 4get.....

To think AFO could have also had fun yuri times if he had just stopped being a dickhead for five seconds. Tragic. 😔

(/j)

[dee-writes-anime]

The Aftermath and Everything Else

FEATURING Shoto Todoroki x Female Reader, Tomura Shigaraki x Female Reader

SUMMARY the aftermath of your kidnapping

CONTENT WARNINGS kidnapping, naughty language, feelings of inadequacy

AUTHORS NOTE I apologize for edging you all for so long only to deliver a shitty chapter :( I just haven't been feeling all that inspired to write for this series in a while. I am going to try and reconfigure the layout of chapters and reevaluate where I want this story to go and hope that I can find a better alternative.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“That was irresponsible, Tomura,” the smoky figure, Kurogiri, scolds as soon as you and Shigaraki stumble into what looks like an abandoned bar. His voice is even, yet laced with disapproval, his glowing eyes flicking between you and Shigaraki. 

“It was part of the plan,” Shigaraki hisses, dropping your arm carelessly. Your legs buckle, and you fall to the floor, still disoriented from the dizzying sensation of being dragged through the warp gate. The cold, gritty surface of the bar floor greets you harshly as you try to gather your bearings. 

“You’re telling me we went through all that trouble... for a girl?” A man lounging by the bar smirks, cigarette dangling from his lips. His cocky tone grates at your nerves, and he lets out a raspy laugh. “You’re one crazy motherfucker,” he sneers. “Lost some of your lackeys in that mess, didn’t you? Good thing I’m here to pick up the pieces.” 

“Who are you?” Tomura grumbles, his voice cracking as he collapses onto a barstool. He doesn’t even look at the man, waving him off with a dismissive hand. “You know what? I really don’t care. If you want to talk business, do it later. Kurogiri, take care of him.” 

The man flicks his cigarette to the floor, stepping on it with a calculated ease. As he gestures behind him, two figures step through the door. One is a young girl, about your age, with bright, crazed eyes that glint in the dim light. The unsettling smile on her face sends a chill down your spine. Her eyes lock onto you, her gaze predatory, and you instantly feel on edge. 

The second figure is a man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, though it’s hard to tell with the way his skin appears—charred, stapled together in crude patches. Parts of his flesh are exposed, burnt and dead, giving him a haunting appearance. He moves with an air of nonchalance, as if the grotesque state of his body is inconsequential to him. 

“I’ll keep an eye out for more recruits,” the man with the cigarette says, his voice dripping with nonchalance. “Stain’s got the streets buzzing, so it'll take time to weed out proper candidates. My rates are high, but you know I’m worth it.” 

Tomura waves him off with a half-hearted nod, gesturing for Kurogiri to follow and discuss the finer details of whatever deal they had in mind.  

You had edged your way to a darkened corner, trying to stay unnoticed. Observing in silence, you watched as Tomura questioned the newcomers. They bantered for a while, the tension between them crackling until he finally allowed them to stay. The girl, Himiko Toga, introduced herself with a girlish giggle that didn’t match the predatory glint in her eyes. Her gaze slid over you appraisingly, and you shuddered, her smile sending a jolt of unease through you. It was a smile you had seen before—one that held an insatiable bloodlust just beneath the surface. 

Dabi, the other man, offered you little more than a cold glare before retreating into a shadowy corner, clearly uninterested in forming any bonds with the group beyond whatever short-term goals he had in mind. 

Tomura sighed, wrapping his bloodied leg with a hasty strip of tape, wincing as he tightened it. “Now,” he muttered, his voice low and deliberate. He looked up at you, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Where was I?” 

He pretended to hum in thought, but you knew exactly what he meant. You were the loose end. The hostage. And now that the chaos of the USJ attack was behind them, you had become the center of Shigaraki's twisted attention. 

The atmosphere at UA was tense, weighed down by the aftermath of the USJ attack. As the dust settled and the injured were tended to, a dark cloud hung over Class 1-A. You were missing, captured by the League of Villains, and the lingering guilt gnawed at those who had been left behind. 

In the quiet of the dormitories, Todoroki stared out the window, his reflection ghosting in the glass. His fists clenched at his sides, trembling as flashes of the battle played in his mind. He had been so close—too close—and yet, he failed. The ice he’d shot toward Shigaraki had crumbled into nothing, and he had been powerless to stop you from being taken. The guilt burned deep inside him, eating away at his usual calm exterior. 

"I should’ve been faster. Stronger," he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as his resolve hardened. 

Midoriya, sitting on the couch nearby, looked up from his thoughts. His own knuckles were white as he gripped the fabric of his pants, his mind replaying every decision he made during the battle. It wasn’t just Todoroki who felt this weight—they all did. Even Bakugou, sitting in the corner with his usual scowl, felt the tension simmering beneath his exterior. Despite his rough demeanor, he hadn’t uttered a single insult since the incident, the silence speaking volumes. 

“We have to get her back,” Midoriya said softly, his voice resolute. “We have to do something.” 

Todoroki finally turned away from the window, meeting Midoriya’s determined gaze. “I won’t let this happen again.” 

Bakugou, leaning back with crossed arms, let out a sharp breath through his nose. “Damn right, we won’t. Next time we face those villains, we’re not holding back. We’re bringing them down.” 

Across campus, Aizawa sat in his dimly lit office, his usually sharp eyes clouded with concern. His head rested in his hands as he replayed the moment Shigaraki took you. He had been too injured, too late to stop them. The sight of your terror-stricken face haunted him. He prided himself on protecting his students, on making sure they were ready for anything, and yet... he’d failed. And now, one of his own was in the hands of the enemy. 

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts, and All Might entered, his usual larger-than-life presence subdued. Aizawa didn’t need to ask—he knew All Might felt the same burden. 

“I wasn’t fast enough,” All Might began, his deep voice laced with regret. “If I had been there sooner…” 

Aizawa cut him off with a tired wave of his hand. “It’s not just you, Toshinori. We all carry this weight.” 

The two heroes sat in heavy silence for a moment, neither needing to say what was on their minds. You were gone, and there was no way of knowing what the League of Villains had planned. But this loss wouldn’t be in vain. 

Aizawa sat up straighter, determination flickering in his eyes. “We need to be ready. I’m going to train them harder than ever. This can’t happen again.” His voice grew more resolute with each word. “I’ve already let them down once. I won’t do it again.” 

All Might nodded, standing tall despite the creeping weakness in his body. “You’re right. We need to prepare them for what’s to come. But first, we’re going to get her back.” He clenched his fists, feeling the strain in his arms but pushing it aside. He could feel the limitations of his power pressing in on him, but he wouldn’t let that stop him. Not this time. “I’ll make sure of it.” 

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing. “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this. You’re already stretched thin.” 

“I know,” All Might admitted, his voice steady. “But I won’t stop until she’s safe.” 

There was a fire in his eyes, the same fire that had made him the Symbol of Peace. Even now, with his power fading, that unyielding resolve remained. 

Back in the dorms, a plan was already forming. Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, and the others gathered in one of the common rooms, eyes locked in determination. They knew they weren’t ready, not yet. But that wouldn’t stop them. 

“We need to get stronger,” Todoroki said, his voice cutting through the heavy air. “If we don’t, more of us will fall.” 

“Damn right we will,” Bakugou added, his voice low but fierce. “So what the hell are we waiting for?” 

Midoriya glanced at both of them, his thoughts racing. We’ll train. Harder than ever before. And when the time comes, we’ll be ready. 

This wasn’t just about a battle anymore—it was about redemption, about proving that they had what it took to be heroes. And nothing, not even the League of Villains, was going to stop them from getting you back. 

And in the shadows of the bar, as you sat in silence under Shigaraki’s cold gaze, the same determination echoed in your heart. You weren’t broken. Not yet. And you wouldn’t stop fighting, no matter what. 

The countdown to your rescue had begun. 

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the small park where you and Tenko always met after school. The air was warm, and the grass tickled your bare ankles as the two of you raced toward the swings, your childish laughter filling the air. 

“Come on, faster!” Tenko yelled, his wild grin spreading from ear to ear as he pumped his legs, trying to get higher than you. His pale, messy hair flopped into his eyes as he kicked off, determined to outdo you. 

“You’ll never catch up to me, Tenko!” you teased, your feet reaching out toward the sky, feeling invincible, like nothing could ever go wrong. 

The two of you had been playing heroes for as long as you could remember. It was a shared dream—both of you wanted to be heroes when you grew up. While other kids avoided Tenko for reasons you didn’t quite understand, you had never been bothered by his fidgeting or the way he scratched at his arms sometimes. He was your best friend, the one who always had your back. And in your imaginary world, you always saved each other from whatever villainous threat you faced. 

You jumped from the swing, landing triumphantly with your arms raised. “Look out, Tenko! Villains are attacking!” 

He laughed, jumping from the swing too—less graceful, tumbling into the grass, but laughing all the same. “I’m not afraid of any villains!” he called back, scrambling to his feet. “I’ll defeat them with my amazing quirk!” 

“Yeah? What’s your quirk?” you asked, turning to face him, pretending to strike a heroic pose. 

Tenko paused for a moment, considering, before his face lit up with an idea. “I’ll make them disappear! Just like this!” He crouched down, pretending to grab a rock, and then held out his hand like it was dissolving into nothing. “See? Gone!” 

You clapped, playing along, grinning widely. “That’s amazing! You’re the best hero, Tenko!” 

His face flushed with pride, his eyes shining with happiness. “We’re both the best heroes! We’ll save everyone!” 

The two of you spent the rest of the evening running around, pretending to fight off invisible villains, taking turns saving each other from imaginary danger. There wasn’t a care in the world then—just you and Tenko, and the dreams of being heroes together. 

As the sky darkened, you both flopped onto the grass, staring up at the stars just beginning to appear. 

“I’ll always protect you,” Tenko said quietly, his voice suddenly serious. He turned his head to look at you, his blue eyes soft and sincere. “No matter what.” 

You smiled, feeling that warmth in your chest that only Tenko could bring. “And I’ll protect you too. We’ll always be heroes. Together.” 

[nights-legacy]

Body Snatched- Dabi

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Body Snatched Masterlist

1350 words

Warnings: forced touches, attempted assault, crude and insulting language, violence

+The relationship between you and Dabi is complicated. You're a civilian, and he is a highly wanted villain. He showed up when he wanted, and you could only wait until he did. No one should know about whatever is going on between you two. So, how did someone who wasn't Dabi showing up for you in Dabi's body?

Dabi was on a mission with Toga when things went awry. There were more heroes there than there were supposed to be. As they got away, a random man showed up and with one touch and they were switched instantly. Before either Toga or Dabi could react, the man ran off in Dabi's body.

Y/N's POV

The sound of the TV was the only sound besides the clanking of the dishes I was washing. It was a slow night. Nothing was happening outside and it was a relatively boring day. That was until I heard glass break in my bedroom.

"Damn..." I sighed heavily. I set the current dish I was working on and grabbed a hand towel. I walked to my room as I dried my hands. "Dabi, I told you to be careful when coming in. Now clean that shit up." I pointed at the broken picture frame. He was giving me an astonished look. "Don't give me that look. Hop to it."

"Okay..." He nodded and I went back to the dishes. I heard him come in and throw away the broken glass.

"You know, when you come here, you lose your sneaky factor. I don't, Oh, hello!" He wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled back against his chest and attached his lips to my neck while rolling his hips into mine. "Eager tonight?"

"Yep." He mumbled against my skin.

"Can I at least finish..."

"Nope." He pulled me away from the counter and nudged me towards the bedroom. I bit my lip and happily went with him. That was until a knock came from the door. I groaned out loud.

"Give me a minute." I escaped his grip with some struggle and trudged over. I looked through the peephole and saw my creepy neighbor, Lyle. "Go away, Lyle."

"I need to talk to you!" He yelled back.

"But I don't want to talk to you right now, plus I'm busy." I called back to him through the door. I went to walk away but jumped when he slammed a hand on the door.

"Y/N! Open the door!" 

"Get lost, Lyle! Before I call the cops! Again!" I walked away after making sure all the locks were in place. He continued to yell, but I ignored him. I grabbed Dabi's hand and went to the bedroom. "Now, where were we... hey!" I landed on my bed roughly as he shoved me down.

"I'm impatient." He said as he struggled to unbuckle his belt.

"No kidding." I muttered and moved higher on the bed. I quickly started to pull off my clothes. I was struggling to get my pants off when he shoved me down on my front. He ripped my pants and underwear off roughly. "H-hey! You're being too rough there."

"Shut up." He growled. I looked over my shoulder at him confused. Fear began to rise in my chest. Dabi was a rough guy but he was never this rough unless I asked or he made sure it was okay.

"H-hey, What's up with you?" He rolled his eyes before he shoved my head into the bed and held it there. I yelped and tried to hit and remove his arm. My struggling seemed to be useless. 

Everything was starting to be too overwhelming. Dabi was acting strange. His presence was strange, as if he was trying too hard to be himself but also forgetting that he is different with me. I began to panic when I felt his hands begin to heat up against my skin.

"Dabi! Let me go! What's gotten into you?" I exclaimed. He let out an annoyed yell. I was flipped over so fast, my head spun.

"Shut up you damn whore!" He spit, hand wrapping around my neck. The malice in his eyes made my blood turn cold. Tears began to collect in my eyes. "Isn't that what you're here for? To be my little sextoy? So shut up, be good, and let me do what I want."

"Dabi..." He shot me a warning glare that felt like he was physically stitching my lips shut. The tears spilled over, blurring my vision. He hiked my legs over his hips. I tried to push him away, but he tightened the grip on my neck.

"Last warning." He growled. I conceded, squeezing my eyes shut in fright.

"For you too, fucker." A raspy voice came from somewhere. I felt Dabi move away slightly before freezing. I took a stuttering breath before opening my eyes. I gasped at the sight of Shigaraki standing there with his hand on Dabi's neck while he fixed his clothes. I quickly moved up against the headboard, pulling a blanket over my naked form.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"This isn't our precious Dabi." Shigaraki said condescendingly. "It's your perverted neighbor Lyle."

"What?!" I couldn't believe what he told me, but it did make sense. The way he was acting didn't line up with Dabi but fit perfectly with Lyle.

"You're out of your mind!" Dabi yelled. Shigaraki just rolled his eyes before someone else entered the room. Toga and Lyle came in. I shrunk back into the pillows. I, of course, know about Dabi and the LOV, but I have never met anyone from the LOV. Now I have two major members in my bedroom.

"How do you switch us back?" Lyle growled. Dabi quickly explained. There was a flash, and Shigaraki let go of Dabi and grabbed Lyle.

"Let's go, bastard." Shigaraki drags him towards the door.

"Wait! Please!" He tried to beg, but Shigaraki didn't care in the slightest. Lyle looked like he was going to shit his pants. Shigaraki looked back at me before pinning Dabi with a look. "You owe me."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Dabi waved him off. The three left quickly, and my apartment fell silent. "Are you alright?"

"I've been better." I softly answered after a minute. He nodded. He walked over to my dresser, pulling out some clothes.

"Put these on. I'll be back." He set the clothes on the edge, not coming closer. He left the room and I grabbed the clothes. The clothes were ones that I liked to wear when I was upset or not feeling good.

"Definitely, Dabi." I muttered. I got dressed and huddled under the blankets. He came back in a few minutes later with a cup of tea.

"Here." He handed me the cup before moving away to standing at the window with his back to me. I silently drank the tea, not knowing what to say. I looked over at him to see his back muscles tense.

"Dabi..." I spoke up but he threw up his hand. I quieted down. He took a big breath letting his head fall back. He turned and walked towards me. He got onto the bed, getting under the covers with me.

I just looked at him for a second. I turned back to face forward and finished my tea. I set it on the side table. We sat in more silence. It began to feel heavy on me and I started to breathe heavily. More tears grew as the whole situation hit me.

Without speaking, Dabi pulled me into his chest gently but with a normal amount of attitude. I found comfort in that.

"M'sorry..." He mumbled. I almost didn't hear him but knew he wouldn't say it again. I buried my head in his chest, avoiding the staples.

"Wasn't you." I mumbled as he began to rub my back.

"He won't be a problem anymore." He said darkly. I understood what he meant since shigaraki drug Lyle out. A shiver went up my spine and I moved in closer. 

What we have wasn't conventional by a long shot. But I knew that he would be there if I needed him, like now. He could have easily left with the others and left me to my own devices to deal with the disturbing experience. But he stayed.

"Fuck, I hate being body snatched." He groaned.

"This has happened before?" I looked up at him.

"Well...no but I still hate it." He grumbled. I giggled and relaxed for the first time since "Dabi" stepped in.

"How did Lyle even know about you and I?" I asked, suddenly wondering about the fact. He stilled for a moment. We shared a look. "Nevermind. I don't want to know."

Tag List: @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee @keigos-baby-bird

[crematedflxmes]

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name : T̶o̶u̶y̶a̶ ̶T̶o̶d̶o̶r̶o̶k̶i̶ Dabi age : 23(First appearance), 24(Currently). pronouns : He/Him gender : Male quirk : Cremation (Blueflame boring name) sexuality : Bi, male preference. (He lingers)

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personality : He used to be energetic and boisterous as a kid, however after succumbing to the effects of his quirk and betrayal of his own family, he was no longer that same child. After renaming himself Dabi- He had become a stoic, aloof, confident, and focused individual who rarely let anyone see him express his emotions. He's crude and violent, but cautious. Highly enigmatic individual who trusts no one, preferring to do things alone and in his way. He also gives off the impression of knowing more than he leads on about certain people. role : Villain. Paranormal Liberation Front Lieutenant, vigilante of sorts- taken inspiration from Stain. likes : Burning anyone in his way, lurking the streets in his free time, finds it rather intriguing to research people. dislikes : Endeavor, the current society, heroes, fish. extra : Birthday is January 18th, he gets carsick, preferably left-handed.

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open for ships? : yes. :3 appearance : (In pictures) Pale skin, white hair (Few red flecks at crown?), turquoise eyes, tall and slim but fairly muscular build, most of his body is covered with patches of gnarled, wrinkled, purple skin attached to the rest of his body with surgical staples and hoop piercings. noncanon extra info : (more hcs to come) Tongue piercing, chipped black nail polish (painted by Toga prob), random pet bearded dragon named Louisiana (Keigo named it, Dabi kept it). wears a bunch of rings on most fingers, Matching Lonely Day lyric tattoos with Keigo. Probably needs to shower :( rp sample : "Hey, there you are! From way up here, everyone looks like tiny little ants!" Dabi waved his left hand in the air as he stepped up into view on Gigantomachia's back. In his right hand he held some sort of bottle, containing what seemed to be water. "…Shoto's with you, perfect." He spoke as his gaze trailed over to the boy with half and half hair. "Dabi…." Said Endeavor grimaced as it panned from him slowly back to Dabi, "Hey now, don't be rude… You're acting like we've never met!!" The flame villain said with almost a unnerving cheerfully tone while pouring the water onto his own head- letting the black dye run out to reveal his white hair. He dropped the water bottle, holding his hand at his chest with a grin on his face, "Call me Touya… afterall, it's the name you and Mom gave me.." Dabi stated, staring down at the heroes with utmost hatred look in his eyes as the two other Todoroki's looked shocked, "I know my face is pretty disgusting now but it's still surprising my own family doesn't recognize me.. or maybe it's just depressing, y'know.."

" 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃.. " ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

[thesakuragarnet]

Birthday (LOV Found Family Vibes)

Summary:

'Twice: Hey, Dabi, why are you drinking so much on a Monday afternoon?' 

'Dabi: I'm trying to forget tomorrow is my birthday.'

Tags: slight DabiHawks, implied sexual content, swearing, found family, some blood (see GIF), hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, drinking

Word Count: 1,767 words

AO3 link

The sounds of party horns jolt Dabi out of his alcohol-induced slumber, making his hangover headache infinitely worse. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screams as he jerks upright, sitting straight up on the couch as Toga and Twice jump around him with the obnoxious noisemakers while Hawks and Spinner pop confetti cannons. 

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DABI!" Toga shrieks at the top of her lungs, and Toya puts his head in his hands, palming his forehead aggressively as he remembers the conversation from the night before. 

'Twice: Hey, Dabi, why are you drinking so much on a Monday afternoon?' 

'Dabi: I'm trying to forget tomorrow is my birthday.'

Granted, he was already a bottle and a half in at that point, which is why he'd let it slip. Regretfully, his Quirk made it impossible to get alcohol poisoning; his body processed it too fast to fuel his flames, meaning he sobered up almost as quickly as he became intoxicated. 

Twice and Toga continue to chant and sing, jumping up and down as Dabi blinks, taking in the scene. There's an obnoxious "Happy Birthday" banner that looks like it was dragged out of a trash can and an obscene amount of balloons in the corner (which is an extreme fire hazard).

"HAPPY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Toga and Twice scream in unison, dancing with one another.

"Come on, make a wish!" Hawks' voice is suddenly in his ear, and Dabi turns his head to see a sorry excuse for a cake with a crude "24" in the center written in icing. The candles are unlit. Between the racing adrenaline from being scared awake, the overwhelming noise of the dynamic duo, and all of the bright colors, it tips Dabi over the edge. Smoke curls out of the side of his mouth as he grits his teeth, glaring up at his boyfriend. 

SPLAT!

He shoves the cake into Hawks' face, and Toga and Twice stop singing while Spinner's party horn comically trails off in a melancholy note. 

"WHAT PART OF I WAS DRINKING TO FORGET MY BIRTHDAY DID YOU IDIOTS NOT UNDERSTAND?! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" He screams angrily before getting up and storming to his room, slamming the door behind him. 

"I knew it was a bad idea!" Shigaraki calls from the bar, too busy playing his Nintendo to bother with the festivities. Hawks sends his feathers to grab a towel and slowly rubs the cake off his face. 

"I told you go with blue icing but nooooo," Spinner mutters sarcastically, waving his hands as if that's the real reason Dabi got pissed. Hawks rolls his eyes, throwing the remains of the cake away before he walks toward Dabi's bedroom. 

...

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Hawks waits patiently for Dabi to open the door, but the villain doesn't hear him knocking. Instead, Toya's staring up at his ceiling with his earbuds in his ears, blaring his typical angsty emo music to drown out everything around him. He hated his birthday. Growing up, he didn't really have friends. No one ever showed up to the birthday parties, no matter how many invitations he handed out to his classmates or how many emails his mom sent. Thus, Toya's birthdays were strictly family affairs. Ever since his accident, after he came home to find his death wasn't enough to change his father, family was a bad taste in his mouth. It didn't help that Shoto's birthday was a week before his; it hung over his head like an impending raincloud of doom, reminding him of what was coming...and what was missing. He used to have fun on his birthday, spending time with Natsuo and Fuyumi; hell, even with his mom and his dad...before Shoto came along. Then, everything changed. Every birthday he'd had since was incredibly shitty and always left him feeling more empty and forgotten. In fact, this was the first time anyone had wished him happy birthday in ten years. 

Flit. Flit. Flit. 

Dabi takes out his earbuds when he sees a red feather twirling up above his head, twisting and pointing toward the door. The scarred man exhales dramatically through his nose as he stalks toward the door, unlocking it and opening it.

"What do you want," He snaps, making Hawks flinch.

"To...uh...I don't know," Hawks trails off, twiddling his thumbs in defeat. Dabi sighs and jerks his head back, gesturing for Hawks to come in as he steps to the side. He closes the door behind his boyfriend, who awkwardly sits on the edge of the bed. 

"So...wanna tell me what all that was about?" Hawks offers hesitantly. Dabi's clenched jaw and stone-cold expression don't change. 

"No."

Hawks' wings droop; he should've anticipated that answer, but it wasn't the one he was hoping for. Dabi walks over to the singular window before he leans up against the wall, staring at the sunrise through the fire escape. 

"There anything I can do?" Hawks asks eagerly, deciding to try a different approach. 

"No," Dabi repeats monotonously. Hawks' eyes narrow, and he scrunches up his face in thought before his expression softens. Dabi's attention shifts from the color-changing sky to his boyfriend as he suddenly feels hands unbuckling his belt. 

"You sure?" Hawks murmurs seductively as he starts to unzip Dabi's pants. 

"GET OFF ME!" Dabi seethes, eyes flashing in irritation as he roughly shoves Hawks before zipping his fly back up and fixing his belt. The Pro lands on his wings, grimacing in pain and frowning in confusion.

"WHAT PART OF LEAVE ME ALONE DIDN'T YOU GET? YOU'RE A FUCKING PRO HERO! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND BASIC SOCIAL CUES!" The villain shouts, anxiously pulling at his hair before stomping out and slamming the door behind him. 

"Can't even get fucking peace in my own space," Dabi mutters bitterly as he crosses his arms, feeling his chest tighten from all the stress and pent-up emotions. He was so used to spending birthdays alone. He opens the door to the hallway bathroom and locks it, slowly sinking to the floor up against the door. He nervously chews his scarred bottom lip, trying to repress memories from when he was actually happy, but to no avail. Blood seeps beneath his eye scars, and his shattered breathing is barely audible. This is the only way he can cry. 

...

While Dabi spent all day locked in the bathroom, the League held an emergency meeting.

"We can't just let him feel so shitty on his birthday!" Toga pouts, putting her head down on the table. 

"I concur! Why not!" Twice shakes his head in agreement, and Spinner groans. 

"I think we should just leave the guy alone. We've clearly fucked up. Let's not make it any worse," The lizard points out, but Toga and Twice protest. 

"We're family! Plus, do we all really want him to stay mad at us? You know how much of a vengeful bitch he can be," Toga adds.

"We don't know the first thing about the burnt bastard. Where do we even start?" Shigaraki grumbles, putting up his Switch to enter the conversation. Kurogiri, who sits at the head of the table, turns to Hawks, who is staring off into space. 

"Ahem," The wispy man grunts, jarring the Pro out of his daydreams. 

"Yeah?" Hawks mutters as if waiting for instructions. 

"Well, you're his partner, or...whatever. Do you know what he likes?" Compress offers, gesturing to Hawks. 

A smile plays at the hero's lips.

"As a matter of fact. I do."

...

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Dabi jolts awake, still propped up against the bathroom door, and immediately gets to his feet. 

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOU-" His angry tirade stops short as he yanks open the door to find no one on the other side. He raises his eyebrow, poking his head out into the hallway, but there's no sign of life. It's pitch-black outside all of the windows. 

Crinkle. 

He looks down to find a note under his boot with an arrow pointing to the left and the words "FOLLOW ME" scrawled in Twice's messy handwriting. Dabi's curiosity gets the best of him; besides, what are the odds that this is something important? Dabi walks down the hallway and finds a suspicious bottle of Captain Morgan sitting at the foot of the stairs, along with another arrow pointing up the winding staircase with the words "THIS WAY" in Toga's pink cursive. 

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," He sighs, shaking his head as he snatches the bottle and makes the long trek up and up and up until, finally, he reaches the door that leads to the rooftop. In front of the door is a little cardboard box and on the door is another sheet of paper that says: "OPEN" in big letters and "the box and the door" in small letters, presumably Spinner's. 

"This is stupid," The villain gripes as he rips open the small box. Inside is a laminated card that reads "No one will bother you until sunrise" in Kurogiri's calligraphy. A content smirk plays at Dabi's lips as he shoves the card in his pocket before he roughly shoves the door open. 

...

Toya's breath is taken away. He'd never been to the rooftop at night, and he was vehemently regretting that he hadn't. In the dead of night, because they live in the shadier part of town, the night sky is visibly filled with glittering stars. In the center of the rooftop, a hammock rests between two steel posts. Beside the hammock sits a foldable table with a singular piece of cake on a paper plate; a candle burns brightly in the center of the dessert. Dabi is trying so hard not to smile, but he feels an achingly familiar feeling in his chest that he thought would never spark again. He walks over to the table and sees one last sheet of paper, folded up beneath the plate like a card. He opens it. 

Our shitty family isn't complete without you. Hope this makes up for fucking up so bad.

- Shigaraki, Toga, Twice, Mister Compress, Kurogiri, Spinner, & Hawks

The fact that they all willingly did this. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Truthfully, this morning had been terrible. It was obnoxious, excruciating, and all around too much. But this. This was what he appreciated because it was tailored specifically to him. Lowkey, subtle, yet meaningful. He knew Hawks had a large part in this. He's the only person that he ever told about his love of stargazing. Maybe he'd burn him later for spilling a guarded secret, but, for now, he was...happy.

[dekusleftsock]

I think if hori wrote toga better more people would like her but he hardly gives a shit about her so her story and personality and thoughts are messy (as in badly written) and nonsensical. I wanna like her but you have to do a lot of leg work to make her interesting and worth the time and love, Hori doesnt love her enough to but a lot of effort into her, unlike the other two male villains who he wont shut up about. Togas always just been (for me personally) an underutilized, underdeveloped waste of what could have been a cool idea. The Anti-toga people are not unfounded in most of their criticisms (MOST), shes the only seemingly queer person and of course shes a lustful blood sucking pervert psycho murderer with no real depth.

(btw you are more than welcome to both ignore this and LOVE toga I am not saying for you shes not worth the time or energy, this is just me reflecting on her and how hori has treated her, i appreciate and value fanon and the effort fans will put into loving her, thats so cool and based, im glad you can find joy in something like that, for people who like her- I wish she was cared for by her writer 💕)

Uh… what I see or believe isn’t fanon broski.

Look Horikoshi has always had a problem of pushing aside the women in his series, the worst of this case has ALWAYS been ochako. Do I think that’s because he wanted to write a gay love story? Yeah, I do. Does that make it okay? Absolutely not. I will be the first person to shout from the rooftops that horikoshi does not write women as well as he should. He has fan service abundant, he makes crude jokes using women that really aren’t all that funny, he’s pushed aside his women and their moments in order to forward bkdk’s development.

But you can absolutely not come into my ask to tell me that she is an, “underdeveloped wasted idea”. Because she’s just fucking not.

People think toga is just “the blood sucking bisexual who likes animals too”, but she’s just fucking not. That’s never been her defining trait or character.

Toga is a subversion of the yandere trope. That sadly means there will always be misogynistic rhetoric because that’s what the trope is. At least BEFORE the subversion happens, which is now! Where Ochako DOESNT FIND HER CREEPY!

She’s going to be creepy and weird and have issues because she’s a villain. She’s a queer villain. Her entire story is one that defies the tragedy of carmilla and refuses to let her identity be anything but “Himiko Toga”. She has always been a character about identity. She’s never been “possessive” or “jealous” over Izuku for this purpose. It’s the reason why she’s bisexual, why she just “has an attraction to blood”. It’s a queer story wrapped in metaphor and it always has been. Why is THIS monster/villain queer story any worse than, idfk, the joker and Batman. I haven’t found a single person able to genuinely voice that to me in a way that is convincing! Horror and unconventional ways of love and ESPECIALLY blood has always always ALWAYS been a part of queer coded stories for a LONG TIME. We are the unconventional. We always have been. And that’s not me “bending over backwards” HER PARENTS LITERALLY CALL HER A DEVIANT AND SHE ASKS WHY NO ONE ELSE STRUGGLES WITH THE URGES SHE DOES.

I’ve said this before, and I’ll fucking say it again, Toga is horikoshi’s most well written and thought out female character. Ochako got kicked over and over again, same with momo, Tsu, Mina, and whoever the fuck else.

And I’m sorry, but writing a queer villain inspired by the lesbian vampire trope isn’t homophobic or bad writing.

She’s HAD depth. Idk if you read her backstory or her feelings on Ochako, twice, hawks, or even Izuku but she’s HAD depth. And I’m tired of pretending she hasn’t.

Normally I wouldn’t engage with shit like this but you reached out to me DIRECTLY. So let me make this clear: you can have whatever opinions you want on toga, and I will not get angry or express anger in any sort of way. But this account? This is not your fucking space and I will ABSOLUTELY meme on you for it.

[makethiscanon]

The Trouble with Trains: Ojiro x Fem!Reader [Part 1]

Rating: Mature (16+) || Word Count: 5,000 || Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Rescue, Tension, Eventual Fluff, First-meetings, Slow Burn, Modern AU, 99% Quirkless AU || Warnings: Moderate threat, crude language/cursing, attempted chikan, mentions of violent imagery, Dabi and Toga get their own warnings.

I don’t write whump/angst so please trust me this ends up fluffier than the tags suggest.

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The unpredictability of public transport meant you never knew who you were going to be sat by.

Sometimes it was a mother with a toddler on her knee; sometimes a middle-school kid with their headphones in, and sometimes it was absolutely no one at all. You liked those times, especially on longer journeys.

Today you boarded the train, hoping to get an empty seat beside you, but saw how busy the train was and let that fizzle out.

Today was the start of the summer holidays, after all.

With your luggage parked in the rack, you shuffled down the aisle, checking your ticket. Thankfully you'd booked in advance – three hours was a long time to have to stand.

“36-D… 36-D…” you muttered, counting the seat-numbers overhead.

Arriving at your row, you noticed someone in the seats adjacent to yours – a young, blonde man in a beanie, jacket, and ripped skinny jeans.

He was average by any stretch of the imagination, except he had a large, muscular tail. It was so large, in fact, that you wondered if the seat beside him was booked out just so his extra limb wouldn’t bother anyone.

You weren’t sure how long you were staring, but it was long enough for him to notice.

He looked up and you jerked in surprise, but offered him an awkward smile to say sorry. He actually smiled back so you went to apologise, but noticed the headphone wires protruding from his beanie and realised talking was pointless.

As you settled into your seat, you noticed that 36-C wasn't reserved. Someone was sure to claim it, but at least you had time to get comfortable before your travel partner appeared.

As the train got busier, you sat your handbag in your lap then pulled out your book and began to read, enjoying the hustle and bustle of background noise, until someone finally dropped heavily into the seat beside you.

“Nah, you should have seen his face when I said I wasn’t coming home this summer. Fucking livid. Funny though. Wish I could have taken a picture.”

Okay, you thought, shuffling as far into the window as you could, there was no need to panic. First impressions were first impressions; he could be nicer than he first seemed – you might have just caught him at a bad time.

You stole a quick glance, but barely long enough to spot the mop of black hair and what looked like scars across his face before you feared staring would draw his attention.

Your heart dropped when two other – and there was no other way to describe them but – ruffians dropped into the seats in front, before they knelt up and peered over the seat backs to continue their conversation.

“Do you still want to loot his holiday home this weekend? We could do it if he’s at that press conference?” Asked a man with straggly, white-blue hair and a very serious case of eczema, who didn’t seem to care one bit that he was announcing such devious holiday plans in front of you.

The girl beside him laughed, and it was so shrill that you flinched.

Catching your reaction, she caught your eye and her grin grew wider, like a predator preparing to kill, but then she returned her attention to her friends.

“I say we should still visit your dad. Don’t you think a little family bonding is a good thing?”

The man beside you clicked his tongue.

“This delusion that you’re going to sleep with my dad is commendable, Toga, but if you ever showed up on his doorstep he’d literally rip you in two.”

The girl laughed again, the messy strands of her blonde space-buns bobbing up and down.

“Hopefully, with his dic—”

You desperately tried to drown out their conversation. You knew your cheeks were red. You wanted to bury your face in your book, but it might be too obvious that you were avoiding them.

The only thing you could hope for was that their stop was somewhere early on in your journey. They didn’t seem to have lots of luggage so you couldn’t imagine they were travelling far.

You kept your head down, trying to focus your attention on your book. But try as you did, with the three friends talking loudly around you about robbery, sex and the ever increasing allusion to violence, it was hard to hear anything over the horrible pounding of your heart inside your ears.

When the train set off, you prayed it found the next stop quickly. The girl, Toga, only seemed to get louder and giddier with excitement, and both times you glanced at her, you found her staring directly at you with a wicked grin. It was unnerving, to say the least.

You finally had a moment to breathe when the ticket warden came through the carriage. Your three new companions shrank in their seats when they saw her coming. Toga and the flaky-skinned man disappeared from view, then the one beside you shut his eyes and stretched out his long legs, very much pushing his knee into what little personal leg room you had left, then had the audacity to pretend to be asleep. 

If he didn’t unnerve you so much, you might very well have laughed at the cheek of him.

When the ticket warden reached your cluster of seats, she checked the tail-guy’s first, and you spotted with the utmost jealousy that the only occupants of his two-seater space were he and his tail.

The warden cleared her throat to grab your attention.

“Tickets, please.” She said, eyeing you and your unwelcomed travel buddy suspiciously, like she thought you were actually travelling together. To nip that thought in the bud, you pulled out your ticket and smiled with the friendliest and most reassuring smile you could muster.

“Here you go.” You said, doing everything you could to sound cheerful and polite. What you didn’t notice was how the man opened one eye to look at you after he heard you calling out like an innocent little bird.

He was wondered how easy it might be to break your wings.

Oblivious to his predator-like stare, you continued to smile as the warden handed your ticket back, now with a notably softer expression. She nudged her head towards your travel buddy, who had shut his eyes to complete his sleeping façade, and mouthed: he with you?

You shook your head vigorously, hoping to get across just how horrified by that idea you were, so the woman nodded then kicked him in the shoe. You gulped, spotting a strained vein appear on his neck as he clenched his jaw from the assault, before pretending to wake from a peaceful sleep.

“Mm?” He asked in a deep, groggy voice.

“Ticket.” The woman demanded, and you could tell she dealt with his kind at least twice a week. He wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Single to Ninohe.” He said, sitting up properly, blinking away the fakest of sleeps. The woman put a hand on her hip as you let the information stab you in the gut. Ninohe was further down the line than where you were headed. It seemed you were stuck with him for the long haul.

“You were meant to buy the ticket at the station. How’d you get past the guard?”

Unfazed by the warden’s glare, the man shrugged and reached into his pocket for his wallet.

“We were running late. Would have missed the train if we’d stopped to get tickets.”

“I’m gonna need your full name and address. Travelling without a ticket gets you a fine. And you need to pay for a ticket immediately or I’m kicking you off at the next stop.”

You sucked in your breath, watching how his jaw tensed up as the vein stood more prominently on his neck.

“Fine.” He said in a way that definitely didn’t sound fine, but pulled out his credit card none-the-less. “Touya Todoroki.”

As he told the warden his address, he handed over his credit card to pay for the ticket, telling the warden in an almost-merry voice that she could send the fine to his father, and while she was at it, those of his friends. You heard Toga erupt into fits of giggles before she announced loudly and proudly that her name was Himiko Toga, followed by a lazy announcement from the white haired male that his name was Tomura Shigaraki.

An uncomfortable tingle ran up the length of your spine as soon as the warden’s attention left you. You tried to focus on your book but the harder you tried, the heavier the air around you became. In the end you had to admit defeat. You met Touya’s gaze. When he saw that he had your attention, his stapled lips grew into a grin.

“Well now, you’re a pretty little bird. What’s your name?”

He didn’t sound charming, rather downright lecherous, but you didn’t think he cared when he knew he had you trapped against the window. You pursed your lips together and looked out at the fly-by landscape, hoping he would take the hint.

You lamented your decision to doll yourself up today – the skirt was a definite mistake – but in your defence, you hadn’t expected to be hit on by a random creep on you journey to see some friends.

The tingle in your spine turned into a downright jolt of fear when you felt the man’s hand fall onto your leg. You sat bolt upright and looked at him in pure disbelief.

“Please, don’t do that.” You said in what was meant to be a stern voice, but in the face of such an out-of-the-blue and personal-space invading move, it rather sounded more like a squeak. His grin widened. He asked again,

“What’s your name, little bird?”

In the hopes it would at least convince him to free your leg, you told him your name.

He let go of your leg.

“And where are you headed?”

Telling him your name was one thing. Telling him where you were going was another. You scooted yourself as far into the window as you possibly could, not wanting him to put his hands on you again, but kept your mouth shut. You opened your book and did all you could to engross yourself in the pages.

He made a move towards you but his actions were broken by the sound of his friend, Toga, as she popped up from the seat in front.

“Dabi, Dabi, Dabi,” she said with a teasing grin. “Your dad’s gonna be so fucking pissed. I can’t wait. Let’s get in more trouble, get more fines, and send them all to him.”

“So loud…” grumbled Shigaraki, who seemed content to face forwards for now.

You didn’t want to meet Toga’s gaze. She was intimidating, much more so than Touya… Dabi… whatever his name was. But at least for now, she seemed more focused on her companions.

Until.

“Oh, are we making new friends?” She said, hushing her voice with the widest grin yet. She glanced between you and Dabi, who had yet to take his eyes off you. “Dabi, hun. You’re staring.”

“Me and my little birdie are getting to know each other. Play with Shigaraki for a while.”

Despite the obvious threat in Toga’s direction, she ignored Dabi and smiled hellishly at you.

“I love your outfit. Where did you get your skirt?”

When it was a choice between answering where you were headed or where you got your skirt, you knew who you would much rather have an awkward conversation with.

“Oh, uhmm… I got it a while ago. I’m sorry. I don’t remember. But I like your top.”

You couldn’t see much of her top because of how she was draped across the seat backs, but you hoped flattery would, if the moment came to it, put her on your side against Dabi, whose hand snaked closer to you.

Toga giggled gleefully.

“Oh, this old thing?” She brushed her hands over the shoulders like she was dusting it for lint. “Thank you. You can’t believe how many times I had to bounce the girl’s head off the pavement to make her hand it over. The blood didn’t come out for weeks.”

Your face went pale. You couldn’t tell if she was joking, but honestly weren’t sure you wanted to know the truth for certain.

“You’re scaring her.” Dabi warned, daring Toga to say one more word. “Eyes front.”

She looked at you, looked at Dabi then looked at you once more before rolling her eyes.

“Fine, fine. Nasty… Hey, Shigi. Let me play that game on your phone.”

She disappeared back into her seat. You weren’t totally sure you were happy she was gone. Her presence had at least put Dabi’s advances on pause. Now she was missing, you could feel him staring at you, and you had never regretted your skimpy clothing choices more. Your hands shook as you held onto your book, and you wondered how much of your journey was left. Time seemed to go much slower today, never more so than while Dabi kept his eyes trained on you.

He had you trapped.

Brushing the backs of his fingers over the top of your thigh, he smiled as you flinched from the contact.

“Are you meeting anyone nice when you get off the train?” He asked, the deep hum of his voice rattling through you as he traced your thigh with the back of his hand. He was getting closer and closer, his hand finding the hem of your skirt on today of all days when you had skipped out on a pair of tights.

“M-my friends.” You squeaked. “I-I’m meeting my friends. A big group of them. We’re having a big reunion so there’s a lot of us going and they said they’d pick me up from the station.”

“Oh?” There was a note of amusement in his voice. You were sure he could hear through your lie. You actually were having a reunion, and a lot of you were meeting up, but you were getting a taxi from the station to meet them at the Airbnb. No one was coming to get you. Even if you wanted them to come meet you, you were staying in a luxury cottage in the middle of nowhere and it was at least a half hour drive to the station. What was more, by now everyone would almost definitely have started drinking and it wouldn’t be safe for anyone to drive.

You were on your own.

“Don’t look so frightened, little bird.” Dabi murmured, leaning close enough for you to catch the hint of leathery musk in his cologne. “I won’t hurt you.”

As long as you do what I say, the warning rang in your head. He gripped your thigh more firmly, snaking his fingers under your clothes.

You shot up like a bolt of lightning, out of your seat, dropping your book in the process. You snatched up your handbag then made a move to get past Dabi, into the aisle. He didn’t budge and he certainly didn’t look amused by your defiance. You saw that same vein appear on the side of his neck as he clenched his jaw, his glare asking whether you understood the consequences of your actions should you carry on. Very loudly and very sternly, you said,

“Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.”

This caught the attention of many other passengers. Good. Even though your face was red and your eyes felt glossy with a mix of shame, embarrassment and fear, grabbing everyone’s attention was just enough of a threat to make Dabi move. He kicked his legs out to the side, into the aisle, giving you just enough room to escape. It didn’t stop him from trailing a finger up your thigh as you moved past him.

Oh God, you felt sick. You felt wronged. You couldn’t sit next to him for another second. Under the guise of heading to the bathroom, you inspected the rest of the carriage for somewhere else to perch. You considered your precious book abandoned, but it was a small price to pay to avoid Dabi’s groping hands.

Unfortunately, though, whether a seat or simply somewhere else to stand, there was a spot for neither when the train was so densely packed with people.

Unsure of what else to do, you made it to the bathroom and went inside, needing it for no other reason than a place to think. At least while you were locked inside the cubical, you didn’t have to worry about sneakily texting your friends to tell them you were turning on your bSafe tracker. They might not be able to come get you, but at least you would feel safer knowing they would get your location if something bad happened – Lord forbidding.

You took a moment to splash water on your face, humming a tune to calm yourself down, then decided to have one last look along the carriage for somewhere else to sit. You felt more confident.

But when you opened the door to get back into the aisle, you immediately saw Toga and paled at her smile.

“Hi, Girlfriend. I wondered where you’d got to. Wait for me outside and we can walk back together, kay?”

She had you blocked in. It was all you could do to agree in case she pushed you back into the cubical and did something to make sure you understood her. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were blowing this out of proportion in your head, but you couldn’t help but notice speckles of pink on the collar of Toga’s top, like a red stain that just wouldn’t wash out.

“O-okay. I’ll wait.”

Toga grinned and stepped aside, letting you out.

“Good girl.”

She skipped past you then waved before shutting herself in the cubical.

You weren’t waiting. You reasoned, if you couldn’t find somewhere else to sit, surely going straight back to where she could harass you anyway wouldn’t upset her. Or so you hoped.

Clutching your handbag to your side, with a nervous shake in your step you made your way back through the carriage, looking for a spare seat. But for the fact you had to weave past so many people standing, the thought of a free chair was nothing short of a miracle.

All too soon you saw the black spikes of Dabi’s hair and the way his long leg jutted out into the aisle, blocking people’s way past him. His gaze locked on to you as soon as you were close enough, and just from the way he sneered, you could tell he wasn’t happy that you’d tried to run off. You felt yourself start to shake. You clutched your handbag, feeling a tight knot in your stomach that made you want to throw up.

Two hours or so, that’s all you had to endure. You could do it. You had to.

You stopped in front of Dabi, hearing your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“E-excuse me.” You said, looking at your feet out of fear. “Pl-please could you move into the window seat?”

When Dabi didn’t reply, you had to look at him but instantly wished you hadn’t. He was smiling up at you, but it was nothing short of demonic, like you had fought against the devil himself and now it was time for your punishment.

“Aren’t you being selfish, little bird? Asking for the aisle seat when my legs are so much longer?”

You caught the threat.

“N-never mind. That’s okay. I’ll stand in the aisle. That’s okay. Please don’t worry. I’ll stay here.”

He sneered, talking to you like you were already his property.

“That’s rather selfish of you, little bird. Blocking everyone’s path.”

Before you could stop him, Dabi gripped your hand and yanked you in beside him -- only something wrapped around your middle, pulling you out before he could trap you.

“Please,” came a kind but rather desperate voice behind you, “Take my seat.”

Dabi’s jaw clenched, a threatening blaze flickering into his eyes.

The thing around your middle jerked you further back, away from Dabi, like it knew you were still in danger, until you bumped into someone standing in the aisle – someone who had not been there seconds ago.

“Please, I insist,” they said, holding you by the shoulders to steady you, then moved aside to let you into their seat across the aisle. To your surprise, it was the tail-guy, his tail wrapped tightly around your middle to pull you to safety.

“It’ll be okay.” He murmured close to your ear, blocking Dabi from getting into the aisle with his whole body. “I won’t let him bother you.”

Not that you didn’t believe him, as his tail was a set of muscles all in itself, but when you sat down, you shuffled across the seats and as far against the window as you could go, just in case Dabi was the type to start fights on busy trains.

“Oi, brat,” you heard Dabi say, and you were sure if you could see his face you would have whimpered, but the threat in his voice did nothing to faze the tail-guy, who looked much more concerned with your state of wellbeing. He ignored Dabi completely, jamming himself half way into the seat beside you with an ironclad stance that not only blocked Dabi from seeing you, but could hold back anyone who tried to get close to you.

“Are you okay?”

You felt sick and stressed, but compared to what you had just been faced with, you were touched by his concern and nodded so that you didn’t trouble him further.

Thankfully he didn’t say anything more, but held himself in place for your benefit, which gave you a chance to calm down. You pressed your hand to your heart and breathed, subconsciously flattening down your skirt as you replayed the events of your journey so far. You were never, never wearing a cute outfit again if you had to take a train—or bus—or plane—anything. You didn’t normally, and this was proof never to do it again.

It took you a while, but eventually you calmed down, slumping in your seat.

What a way to start your time off, you thought. Only you could start it off with something so dramatic.

Trying not to be rude, but rather wanting to take a proper look at your rescuer, you stole a glance at the tailed-guy while he stood his ground, looking along the carriage. He seemed older than you, not by much, and gave off the relaxed vibe of any typical beanie-wearing, skinny-jean wearing hipster. He looked quiet, like someone at peace with his own company. You appreciated the calming effect he had on you when quite likely, there was a screw-loose sociopath glaring daggers into him on his other side.

You wanted to thank him, but felt silly and embarrassed if he didn’t know the extent of the ordeal he had rescued you from. You would thank him, but maybe once it was your stop.

That was…

…unless he got off first.

Sneaking in amongst the calm, a seed of worry formed in the pit of your stomach. That was right. There was no guarantee this Good Samaritan needed to stay on the train for as long as you. You wondered what the chances were of Dabi and Toga leaving you alone if he alighted before you. The very least you could pray for was that he stayed on the train past the first stop, so maybe Dabi had a chance to either calm down or set his sights on someone else.

You pulled out your phone and messaged your friends’ group chat:

‘LOL having the train journey from hell. Get a stiff drink ready for me if I’m not abducted first x x x’

Perhaps now wasn’t the right time for humour, but it was all you could do to calm your nerves at the thought of being hunted around the train by two creeps and their clearly just along for the ride friend.

You were so caught up in a web of worry that you didn’t notice the psychotic blonde skipping her way down the busy carriage, not caring who she shoved out of her way to get back to her seat. You might not have noticed her at all, except your guardian swished his tail up to block her view as she got closer, drawing your attention to the top of her head before she disappeared into her seat.

“Where’s she gone?” You heard Toga ask. There was clear accusation in her voice, like you had no right to be anywhere else but under her torment. Hopefully though, that was the end of it. If they weren’t ready to harass the tail-guy in order to get to you, it was likely they would lose interest and move on. They didn’t know which stop you were getting off at. If tailman left before you did, you could follow him down the train, pretend it was your stop then find another place to perch, out of sight.

At least you could close the lid on this chapter of your trip.

Toga’s sudden and shrill laugh made your skin crawl, but that still did not prepare you for what she said afterwards.

“Dabi’s gonna get you, Dabi’s gonna get you, Dabi’s gonna—”

It was so sinister that you spluttered and choked. You were probably naïve to think she wasn’t aiming the chant towards you, so you clutched your hands to your chest and sank in your chair, hoping with everything you had that the tail-guy would stay beside you for the rest of your journey.

You dared to look at him again, trying to guess his chances should the trio actually try to forcefully move him at any point, and it was then, while Toga continued to chant, that you caught him giving you a sideways glance, clearly uneased by the hostility pouring in from his far side. His jaw was set tight and his brows were drawn inward, then when he caught you looking back at him he opened his mouth to talk. But then, he shut it. You could see an internal struggle as he debated what to do.

The guilt that hit you was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t let this carry on; leaving a total stranger to defend you. You had put him in a difficult position and it was wrong to have him fight your battle. If he was staying on the train past your stop, you couldn’t leave him stood up there until you alighted. It was selfish and rude of you to use him as nothing more than a wall. You didn’t even know his name.

“Excuse m—” you began, but didn’t finish your sentence when the guy looked at you one more time before he slipped down into the seat beside you, leaving his tail up to keep the two of you hidden from view.

“Sorry,” he said, passing you a gentle, reassuring smile. “I wasn’t going to get involved, but I don’t like what’s happening.”

With perfect timing, Toga chimed in with a maniacal ‘don’t think you’re safe behind that tail~’

“My name’s Ojiro.” He said a little louder, hoping to cut over any more outbursts from the trio. “Sorry. You don’t know me. I know this is weird. But please stay sat with me for as long as you want. Please don’t let them intimidate you. I know I don’t look it, but I really won’t let them do anything to you.”

After his declaration, he let out a breath, like he had rerouted all of his energy into saying something so embarrassing but heartfelt, and now that it was over he could function like a normal human and breathe again.

You had a lot of questions. He was saying everything you wanted to hear, and for someone you had only just met, he seemed unusually committed to your protection, but there was just something in his eyes that put you at ease. 

Unlike the ruffian trio who gave off nothing but the most sinister and repugnant of auras, it was hard to find a trace of malice in Ojiro’s expression. His entire presence, now that it was focused towards you, felt like one of the white knights of old, sworn by honour codes, chivalry and compassion. It felt almost criminal for him to be in a beanie and hoodie instead of paladin robes.

Never the less. You had to relieve this modern day knight of his duties before you took up too much of his time or he got himself in trouble.

“Thank you,” you said softly, feeling your heart wobbling giddily when he smiled in response, “But please don’t worry about me. As soon as the train quietens down, I’ll swap into a different seat somewhere. I’ll leave you in peace.”

You landed him with your most convincing ‘I’m okay’ smile but if anything, your words caused him to frown.

“It’s no trouble, honestly.” He lowered his voice and leaned in towards you. Realising he did not want to be overheard, you leaned in closer so he could say, “I saw what was going on before. I heard what was going on. Please. You can forget I’m next to you. But please don’t move seats.”

He seemed hesitant to tell you something, like perhaps he had overheard something while you were in the bathroom, but you were happy to respect the pleading in his voice without the whole story. You nodded, making a show of making yourself more comfortable.

“Okay, umm…”

“Ojiro.” He prompted again, smiling now that you were allowing him to keep an eye on you.

“Ojiro. Okay. Ojiro, glad to meet you, my gallant travel buddy.”

You held out your hand, genuinely happy to have stumbled onto such a knight in a floppy beanie hat. Though you couldn’t say your nerves were gone entirely, you faked a grin to show Ojiro that he had no need to worry about you. 

These next two hours together seemed like they were going to be a breeze.

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[PART 2] Coming soon.

[WRITING MASTERLIST]

[kingofthenorth]

HI!! oc questions: do u have more that are based in an existing universe or ones whose universe u made up? if u made up a universe(or multiple) what are some of ur favorite worldbuilding details? what are some of ur oldest ocs and when was the last time u changed something about them? do u have any that are direct self inserts?

Ooh, these are some good ones!

Overall, I have way more that come from my own little universes. So much so, in fact, that I couldn't tell you how many worlds I've created, let alone how many characters are in them. I spend entirely too much time thinking about this stuff.

One world in particular has the most extensive worldbuilding. I'd wanted to make it feel as real as possible, so as a teen and young adult, I spent countless hours coming up with history, fashion, religion, maps, and languages to flesh it out. Here are some of my favorite details:

In the Gomnivev language, any noun can be treated as a name so long as the final consonant (provided it ends in one) is doubled. This comes in handy given that Gomnivev first names are almost always a detail about the day the baby was born. You get lots of people named after birds that were singing, fruits/vegetables that were in season, or weather conditions from the day they were born. For example, "aean" is a crocus, but Aeann is a proper name for someone born when aean flowers are blooming. Because there are no capital letters in the written language, this is the easiest way to distinguish between the nouns and their Human Name counterpart.

Banazar, Rezeki god of the dead, is the god subject to most debate among scholars due to ambiguity surrounding his gender and origins. Names that end in -sar (common) or -zar (less common) are explicitly male, but some of the very earliest texts describe him as "mother to the dead," in his role caring for departed souls. Instead of just running with it, religious scholars fight bitterly about what this means. As for his origins, he's the only god that didn't exist in the beginning, when the Original Gods created all there is now, but also isn't a child of the Original Gods or their two daughters, like the rest of the gods are. No one knows where he came from.

Many Rezeki garments sport wild patterns, but the exception to this is their most popular formal wear, the mema. Mema, which are not unlike a toga, are almost always solid color so that one can pin decorations onto them and make them look different each time they're worn. Brooches and baubles meant to be worn on mema are a common gift, and can be anything from crudely hand-fashioned by one's kids to crafted by artisans. What matters is that it's fun and unique!

My very oldest OCs are from a story I came up with at 8, hoping to one day turn into a tv show. The original story was about a high school club for kids with superpowers, and the protagonist, Jairo, had none, but joined anyway to help out. In high school, I was reminded of the story and revisited it, deciding that it made very little sense that he'd be allowed to join, and changed it so that he had powers too, but they weren't as useful overall, else it wouldn't be a viable story. Imagine my fucking surprise when, years later, the BNHA anime came out and I saw the similarities. I am, perhaps, a bit of a fool. lol. lmao, even.

Finally, I did once make a couple self inserts, but I ironically never connected well to them. One I forgot about entirely until just now, and the other I changed so much, I often forget she was based off me in any way. It turns out, I much prefer exploring characters that aren't all that much like me. If anything, I think there's more "me" in the worlds I create than the characters in them. I'm in the politics, the public consciousness, and the messages, but not so much the characters.

[coconutcreambun]

A touch of a lifetime [Pt. 2]

Paring: Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: villains doing villain things, possible swearing, not proofread, crude mentions, female anatomy + feminine pronouns, reader is not a minor

Summary: When Y/n L/n joins the League of Villains, a certain man’s life is turned upside down.

Quirk: Crystalize (Whatever you make contact with can crystalize into objects as long as you know how to create them, this includes weapons and everyday objects like spoons)

Passive:  Regeneration (Crystalizing things requires enhanced generation of particles, and this affects yourself and others. Crystalizing a wound can help skin and muscle regenerate almost instantly)

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Authors note: nothing much to say, but this won’t be a slow burn, I promise!

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Alone in the room, you were given a creaky metal bed frame and a dusty old mattress. It wasn’t much, but you weren’t expecting something extravagant either.

As you sat down on the bed, you grimaced. It was definitely moldy from years of neglect. You would have to replace everything here.

Pacing around, you realized that the floorboards were creaky as well. Normally, that wouldn’t be ideal, but to a base full of villains? They have the upper hand on intruders.

The room was quite warm as well, significantly so compared to the weather outside. You made a mental note to buy a fan as well.

Hearing a confident knock on your door, you open it up to see none other than Toga.

“Hope you’re settling in well! I’m so excited to have another girl around,” she mused.

“Anyway, I came here to let you know that Twice ordered pizza and we have leftover takeout as well,” she said.

You nodded silently, watching her skip down the hall and into the bar area.

Following suit, you see that the League is lazing about, having dinner. 

You never intended on teaming up with anyone, let alone a whole group. Going solo had its perks, and you definitely hadn’t considered how unconventional it would be keeping yourself 100% anonymous.

Grimacing at yourself, you realize that you can’t ask for a plate without revealing your voice.

“Oh, do you need something?” asked the flame user.

You looked at him from under the protection of your cloak. Signaling with your hands, you trace out a circular shape.

“Huh? Oh, do you need a plate?” he asked, catching on.

You nodded in relief.

As he opened a cupboard, he handed you a plate and a serving of pizza along with it.

The two of you sat down at the bar.

Between bites, he introduced himself, “the name’s Dabi, and you are?”, he questioned.

Of course, he was met with no reply.

Simply you motioned for his hand, and he placed his palm upwards towards you.

You pointed at yourself, and traced a letter ‘C’ onto his hand. Again, you pointed towards yourself, traced a ‘C’ and lifted the fabric of your cloak a little, motioning towards it.

“C... for cloak?” he asked quizzically.

You nodded. You didn’t have a codename, nor were you ever on the news. But it would be easier if the villains knew to call you by something rather than pry further about your identity.

“So not revealing your name, huh?” asked Dabi, chuckling to himself.

You shrugged. You had no reason in particular to hide it, it just made life easier when out on the streets. If people didn’t label your identity as a civilian as dangerous, you were free to live your life as you pleased.

Finishing up your food, you notice the absence of Shigaraki in the room. Kurogiri had left with a plate of food earlier, which you had assumed was for himself, but he was back quickly tending to the bar.

From first impressions, you assumed Shigaraki was the bossy type, but he seems more reserved than you initially thought.

...

Getting up to put your dishes away, you almost bump into a man.

“Sorry! Are you alright?- Watch where you’re going!” he chided.

‘Ah, that must be twice,’ you thought giving him a curt nod. You had heard of him through Giran. 

Making your way back to your room, you lose yourself in thought.

That old boozehound was a prideful guy, but he was one of the few that you had revealed your identity to. He knew the in’s and out’s of making fake id’s and getting you into guest lists and whatnot, so you sort of needed him.

But to be fair, you did try to get his help when you were younger to sneak around places you shouldn’t have been at, and for the most part he’s a man with morals.

If it wasn’t for his fear of All for One, Giran would’ve chewed your ear off for trying to buy booze, but alas, you simply got your fake id taken away for a bit.

“Oh my gosh!” squealed Toga.

Popping out of the room beside yours, she excitedly clasps her hands together.

“We’re neighbours, isn't that wonderful!” she exclaims.

You give her a nod, unlocking your door. Waving at her, you head inside.

You didn’t have a proper bed, but your cloak and the floor would do just fine for tonight.

...

You were hot, and exhausted. Your back hurt from staying propped up against the wall all night. Picking up your cloak after using it as a blanket, you dust it off.

Pushing your hair away from your face, you stretch your arms out.

Wrapping your cloak around your shoulders loosely, you prepare to leave the base to buy some furnishings.

“Hm? Going somewhere?” asked Toga with a mouthful of toast.

You nodded.

“Oh, that’s perfect! I wanted to go to the mall today,” she said.

You sweatdropped. You planned to go as a civilian today, not hiding your identity. 

“Hm? Why the long face?” she asked.

You shook your head, not wanting to shoo the poor kid away.

Sighing, you lean down towards her ear.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” you whispered, only for her to hear your voice.

“need to change,” you said.

That was enough to keep her at bay as you left.

...

“Oh look what the cat dragged in!” said a man smoking a cigar.

“Giran, nice seeing you too,” you replied casually.

“Stopped by to grab my things, thanks for letting me crash here.” you said.

He hummed in response.

“So how’s the LOV treating you, Y/N?”, he asked.

“It’s... an interesting change of pace,” you say.

“They’re a rowdy bunch, but try opening up a little. You can trust ‘em.” he said.

“I’ll consider it,” you said.

...

Getting out of your cloak, you packed it in a small backpack and changed into some casual streetwear. You wore a pair of light sweats and a hooded coat. To try and get some coverage, you stole one of Giran’s old baseball hats to cover your face and a medical mask for your mouth. 

...

“You’re here! Spinner and I were just wondering when you’d be back,” said Toga. The green kid with a mohawk waved at you.

“You didn’t say you were bringing friends,” you hissed into Toga’s ear. She just giggled, paying you no mind.

Taking in the newfound situation, you were on high alert.

As the three of you got up to head out, a certain baby blue haired man walked out of the hall.

He wore a black hoodie and black jeans. The only colour coming from his red shoes.

“I’m coming,” he said.

You felt your soul groan at your predicament.

...

The last thing you wanted was to babysit your boss and... coworkers? on a nice day at the mall.

Walking around at one of the stores, you scanned the catalogues for each bedroom set, reading the prices.

Money wasn’t a big deal to you, as you could easily pawn off some crystals and make tons for low effort, but it didn’t hurt to be sensible.

After a while, you decided on a simple wooden frame with a matching night table for your room. Having it ordered to Giran’s place, you’ll have to make arrangements with him to deliver it to the LOV base later.

But all the while, you were all too aware of this nagging presence beside you. Your boss, Tomura Shigaraki, stood by silently with his hood up as you spoke to the employees casually.

He watched you the whole time you spoke, smiled, and laughed.

He watched you even when one of the male employees flirted with you. His red eyes bore into the back of your head, and you could feel that he was scrutinizing the boy that asked for your number. He hardly looked 18, so you rejected him politely. You honestly just wanted to leave as quickly as you came.

After paying, you turn to leave the store, Shigaraki following in suit. Addressing the elephant, or villain so to say, in the room, you speak up first.

“So, what did you come to get?” you asked quietly without looking at him.

“...came to pickup an order,” he said.

...

Shigaraki was already annoyed by your presence. He was itching to dust you on the spot at the furniture store. You must’ve been an actor before becoming a villain, you fooled him. Lied to him.

And now you go around asking him questions? Who the hell do you think you are.

Waltzing your little ass into his base, getting all buddy buddy with him. He could still feel your fragile throat in his hands.

But why does that day still weigh on his mind?

Maybe it was because your breathing wasn’t ragged. You had perfect composure, and you didn’t fear him at all.

It pissed him off. 

You pissed him off.

...

Walking into the video game store, you follow behind him. 

You watched as he picked up a copy of a game from the [Orders] section. He didn’t speak a word to the cashier, just paid for the game and left.

Quickly, you jog to catch up to him, and the two of you meet up with Toga and Spinner, each of them with their own bags in hand.

Together, the four of you go behind the mall in an alley, and warp home.

Yeah, home.

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Authors note: Pt 2!!!!!!!!!!!! WE DID ITTT Y/N SPOKE :00000 TO CRUSTY

[killmebythebeach]

Can you tell Hermes has my brain in a choke hold?

...

Messengers AND Trickery

...

Of all the people to put him in jail, Joey thought it would have been the guy who actually had obeying the law as his whole thing.

But nope. Here Joey was, in a cell in the heart of a floating island. Unfortunately, whilst Joey was putting up a fight he dropped his lock pick AND his gun. So no getting out.

Can't a guy just steal some (a lot) of gold without getting so rudely interrupted?

The worst part is the lock pick was JUUUST out of reach, and even then the lock was too high up for Joey to break effectively. Stupid god. Being eleven foot.

Joey was humming a shanty as he heard a pitter patter of footsteps down the stairs to the dungeon. It couldn't be Joel, these steps were light, almost like rain drops.

Before Joey could stand up and face this adversary like a respectable pirate, a purple blur shot past. It was short but humanoid, sort of sickly yellow pale. It wore a white toga with a purple sash, embroidered with vines and flowers.

A CHILD.

This was perfect!

"Hey kid!" Joey jumped up, shouting to the end up the hall, the kid ran back over. "What's your name?"

The kid smiled and stared at him wide eyed, puffing the wings (which were also by his feet, meaning he could fly up to the lock) by his ears and pointing to some letters on his sash. Hermes.

"Hermes! What a cute name!" Joey smiled. If he flattered this kid enough he'd be easier to boss around. "Can you help me with something, Hermes?"

Hermes leaned forward eagerly, nodding. Now Joey just had to instruct him how to pick a lock.

"Can you pick up that needle like thing behind you?" Joey asked in the sweetest voice he could muster. Hermes picked up the pick with a toothy grin. "Great job! Now, fly up to the lock for me?"

The kid listened and flew up there, the wings at his ankles fluttering, kicking up a bit of dust on the ground even from that high up.

"Nice, now..." Joey of course knew how to pick a lock himself, but he was never that great a teacher. "Can you put that in the lock?"

Hermes nodded again and put the pick in. He looked so pleased with himself, Joey almost felt bad for misleading him. But not really.

"Lovely! Now sort of jiggle it around..." Joey couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as the kid actually managed to snap the lock open. Joey laughed in triumph and pushed the door open. "Thank you so much! You did an amazing job, Hermes."

Maybe if the kids didn't live in Stratos Joey would consider coming over and visiting the kid. He seemed rather agreeable, as well as he didn't talk or whine or be gross like other kids. Taking a closer look, the kid's skin seemed almost rock like, like endstone.

"Let's get you back to the surface," Joey held his hand out for Hermes to take. "And... maybe don't tell anyone you did that for me, got it?"

The kid landed back on the dungeon floor, wiping his nose as the dust was knocked up again. Just as they exited, Hermes sneezed.

Lightning struck. Normally Joey wouldn't think much about lighting striking in Stratos of all places, but the sky was clear and the guy who usually CAUSED the lightning was no where to be seen.

He looked down at Hermes. Uh oh.

This was JOEL'S kid.

Joey blanched and pat the kids head as a final thanks, taking his trident and barreling into the sky.

Yeah, hopefully Hermes wouldn't miss him too much.

-

Joel landed, letting his feathered wings bask in the sun for a moment before going over to Hermes. It had been an eventful day, he caught that tricky pirate and had a trade over at Chromia. So it was a welcome sight to see his child come and greet him.

"Hermes!" Joel hugged him. "Sorry for coming late, I had some business to deal with. What have you done all day?"

Hermes held up a scroll with vibrant paints all over it. Cute!

"Aw!" Joel cooed. "Can I see your drawing?"

Hermes unraveled the scroll and put his arms above his head for Joel to see.

With about the crudeness to be expected from a kid Hermes's age, there were two stick figures. One had a purple stripe across its body- which was how Hermes usually drew himself. The other had three red stripes across its body and a black mass on its head.

Wait...

Joel did his best to smile past his fury. "Very nice. I'll be back with you in a second, I need to check on something."

Hermes beamed at the compliment and dashed off to the storage room to put away the paints he had used. Joel scowled and ran down the stairs to the dungeon, where there was the noticeable lack of a pirate.

Joel was fuming as he shouted to the ceiling. "JOOEEEY!!!"

[bakugoyelling]

Convenience

Dabi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ / smut, hair pulling, dirty talk, sex toy (vibrator), multiple orgasms

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: you + dabi + a gas station bathroom = a very good time

A/N: this is only the second time i’ve written for dabi, but i just know this man will fuck you anywhere, and i am so down for it. hopefully, you are too. enjoy ♡

  You hadn’t been on the road for very long, but after hearing the rumbling noises that were emitting from her tummy, Toga had insisted that the League pull over and make a pit stop to retrieve some snacks. Although met with a slew of refusals at first, Toga kept up her persistence until the van made a sudden sharp turn into the nearest gas station. Dabi wasn't too thrilled about the movements of the vehicle, but before he could cuss out whoever was driving, the van had already stopped moving and was now parked off to the side of the small convenience store.

“Finally, you listen to me! I’m going to get something yummy,” Toga declares, smiling with her cheeks tinted a rosy shade of pink, "Come on everyone, let's go!" She urges while she hops out of the van and skips her way over to the entrance, pulling the door open as you, Shigaraki, Dabi, and the rest of the League reluctantly follow behind her.

It seems that you are the only one who shares Toga’s excitement, being more than happy to leave the cramped up seats of the van to stretch your legs, breathe some fresh air, and maybe even get a light snack for yourself as well.

Upon entry, Toga begins to immediately grab at whatever snacks she sets her eyes on, piling up a variety of treats that range from crunchy and chewy to salty and sweet. And while she makes her way throughout the aisles of the small store, you decide to go find your own treat.

While you separate ways, your eyes scan the shelves in search of something sugary until they land on a display of bubble gum centered lollipops.

It’s perfect, a candy that you can eat at a slow enough pace that you’ll have something to occupy the time while Toga continues her mini-mart shipping spree. You chose the flavor of your choice, and without even bothering to pay for the candy, your fingers work to tear open the wrapper before you pop it into your mouth.

Standing amidst the aisle, you savor the taste of the hard candy against your tongue. It's been a while since you have had the pleasure of indulging in something so sweet. And at this moment, the little lollipop tastes so delicious, that you have in all innocence, began to delicately twirl it around the inside of your mouth. Letting your eyes close shut while you take time to truly appreciate the saccharine flavor that is blessing your tastebuds.

“Hey there, dollface,” a familiar voice speaks against the shell of your ear, catching you off guard and making your shoulders shake in surprise as your eyes shoot open.

You look up and your eyes lock with the scarred man staring down at you, a roguish smile tugging at his lips while he holds his arm propped up on a nearby shelf, “You know, you look kinda cute sucking on that.”

Peeking up at Dabi, you decide to play along with him, and hollow your cheeks around the hard-shelled lollipop while you move it in and out of your mouth, coating it in your saliva before you pull it past your lips with a soft pop.

“Oh yeah?” you ask, batting your eyelashes and licking the tip of the candy before you push it back into your mouth and continue sucking on it.

Dabi raises an eyebrow at you and takes a few steps forward, walking around your body until he’s behind you with your back facing his chest. His large hands find a place on your hips, pulling your body closer to his as he leans down to whisper into your ear.

“Yeah, and it’s kinda making my dick hard." To prove his crude remark, he pushes up against you and harshly rubs his clothed length against the curve of your ass.

If Dabi was able to see your face; he could have seen the way you roll your eyes while you wiggle your ass against him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips as you swallow around your lollipop and pull it from your mouth before you turn around to face him.

“That’s too bad. Then I guess you better go jerk off somewhere.” You narrow your eyes at him as you plan to plop your candy back into your mouth, but Dabi is too quick, and before you can do so, he snatches it from your hold.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” he glares at you, bringing your saliva covered treat up to his mouth to suckle on it while you gawk at him.

“Why would I go jerk off when I’ve got a little slut like you?” he tilts his chin up and stares down at you while he bites down on the lollipop, and crushes the candy with his teeth until the bubblegum center is exposed.

"Here you go, babe." Dabi pulls the stick from his lips and hands the chewed up candy back to you, smirking down at your face while you scoff at his actions. "I know the gum is your favorite part. Maybe you can chew on it while I fuck you, yeah?" He suggests with a nod of his head.

Dabi has always been such a gentleman.

“I’ll take the gum, but I don’t really feel like fucking in the middle of the store. Well, not right now at least.” It's difficult trying to act like you aren't interested, but truth be told, your panties have already begun to grow slick from the back and forth teasing.

In fact, when it comes to giving Dabi what he wants, you never really need any convincing. You just think it's fun playing hard to get.

Your blue-eyed lover tsks while he brings the palms of his hands to your ass, squeezing onto the supple flesh as he leans into you and nuzzles his nose against the junction of your neck, kissing his way up your skin until his lips make their way to drift over your ear.

"Well, we can do it somewhere else then,” he assures you, causing your breaths to grow heavy as his fingers make their way under your skirt, pushing up your ass cheeks until eventually, his entire hand is cupping the soft skin.

“Oh, and with this little skirt on." He squeezes your ass as he speaks, "I’ll have easy access to that tight cunt of yours.”

His words of promised pleasure have you caving into him in no time, and just like that, you’re pressing yourself further into his hold, swallowing up your gum and nodding your head while you move your eyes about the store to make sure that everyone else is still occupied.

Dabi pulls away from you with a chuckle, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before he begins to walk away. He glances back at you, and you take his look as a hint to follow behind him, weaving your way around the aisles of the convenience store until the two of you make your way towards the back.

And while public bathrooms are not exactly known for being the cleanest of places, that doesn’t matter. Because sometimes they happen to be the most convenient, and a filthy place to fuck has never stopped you and Dabi before.

Your boyfriend pushes the bathroom door open with ease, and once the two of you are inside, he's quick to lock it. Within an instant, his hands are back to roam your body while his tongue wraps around yours in a sloppy kiss. He is so consumed by his want for you, that the only thing on his mind right now is how much he aches to feel the walls of your pussy clamping down on him while he rails you from behind.

He slips his hands up your skirt again, holding onto your hips and pushing your body towards the sink until your lower back hits the cold ceramic. When you mewl at the feeling, Dabi pulls his lips from yours and slides a hand across your thigh, letting his fingertips inch towards your heated core.

“Your little pussy is drenched,” he says against your lips while his fingers slip into your panties to toy with your arousal, gathering your slick before his sticky fingertips tap at your clit. Your legs jolt at the sensation, making your boyfriend puff out a laugh as he repeats the action.

“Dabi...” You whimper out his name while you peek up at him, seeing his eyes widen as he slips a single finger into your drooling hole.

Panting, you wiggle your hips as he begins to lightly pump his digit in and out. And while his finger feels good, you need more, but you're too caught up in trying to fuck yourself on his hand to ask.

"Ah-f-fuck Dabi..." you repeat his name while he adds another slender finger inside of you.  

“What is it, huh? Tell me what you want,” he coos, nudging his nose against yours. "You want me to fuck you raw like the dirty slut you are?”

“Please…” you nod your head with pleading eyes and place your delicate hands on his shoulders, “Mmm, please, fuck my cunt,” you beg of him. You’re like putty in his hands when he gets you like this, needy and desperate to feel what only he can give you.

“Well, if you insist." Dabi continues pumping and curling his fingers within you until he removes them, letting the fabric of your panties snap against your skin. Leaving you on edge and panting for more. "Turn around then, dollface.” He instructs you, squeezing the flesh of your thigh and watching you with a smirk as you hastily turn your body so your arms are resting on either side of the sink and your ass is sticking out.  

“There we go, just like that,” he says approvingly, hiking up your skirt and drinking in the luscious view of your supple backside. “Now, let’s take these off.” He hooks his fingers onto the waistband of your underwear and begins to tug them down until he pauses.

"Actually..." he murmurs, and instead of pulling them down, he yanks them to the side, causing the delicate material to dig into your flesh until it can no longer stretch, forcing it to tear at the seams until it falls to the floor. You sigh as the crisp air makes contact with your exposed sex, whimpering out a curse as you feel Dabi's warm hands play with your ass.

"You know, usually, I would make you suck my dick, but since we’re short on time…” He teases you while he grips the supple skin and spreads your cheeks, eyeing the way your body twitches from his touch.

You roll your eyes and steady your voice as you turn your head to glare at the man standing behind you, “Oh, shut up and fuck me already.” You try to sound demanding, but you just sound desperate, and your little plea makes Dabi laugh while his hands move to undo his belt.

“And I thought I was the horny one here,” he retorts while he pushes down his pants, releasing his stiff length that is seemingly aching to be inside of you. The swollen tip is already leaking with pre-cum, making it the perfect tool to glide up and down the span of your slick folds until you are practically pushing yourself onto him.

He relishes in the beautiful sigh that leaves your lips as he continues to tease you, lining himself up with your entrance and just barely putting in the tip until he begins to slowly ease himself inside of your warmth.

“Look at that, baby." He observes the way your cunt sucks in the length of his pierced cock. "That pussy was practically made for me.”

Your eyelids flutter as the walls of your sex suck him in, feeling every bump and ridge of the silver piercings adorning the shaft of his cock until he bottoms out, and you're crying out for him to move. Dabi thinks you sound so cute when you beg, but the noises you make when you're whining out in ecstasy are even better, and there is only one way he will get to hear them.

He grabs onto your waist and begins to move his hips until he forms a rhythm, slapping his pelvis against your ass as a continuous string of moans falls from your mouth. You can practically feel yourself creaming all over Dabi’s cock, and the lewd sounds of your sloppy sex echoing off the bathroom walls are enough evidence to prove that.

He tilts his head back in a groan, and his touch sends a shiver through your body as he glides a hand up your spine and towards the nape of your neck. He laces his slim fingers through your hair, twists your locks around them, and tugs your head backward, lifting it so he can meet your gaze through the reflection of the mirror.

“Such a good slut for me. Do you see how fucking sexy you look, see those pretty faces you make?” Dabi asks while his glare deepens, and he tightens the hold on your hair. The painfully good sensation makes your jaw drop as your stare quickly moves from the eyes of your lover to your own.

Staring back at yourself in the mirror, you take in your disheveled appearance while he continues working his hips.

Is it vain to say that seeing yourself like this only turns you on even more? The way your mascara has stained the skin below your eyes, the lipstick that has smudged from biting your lips, and that tiny crease in between your eyebrows that becomes all the more apparent every time Dabi's cock hits your sweet spot. It’s all so...hot.

The more you look, the more your pussy begins to tremble, and the fire inside of you feels like it is ready to ignite as he whispers words of vulgar praise against the shell of your ear, “You always take me so well, baby. My cock feels good in that tight cunt of yours, huh?”

His free hand trails down to rest on your pelvis, pressing his palm against your skin to feel the way his length moves inside of you while he uses the tips of his fingers to circle your neglected clit, giving it the stimulation it needs to send you into a crushing orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god…” you breathlessly moan his name, and Dabi's fingers begin to move faster, circling your clit until a slew of whimpers is spilling past your lips. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you squeak, pulling your brows together as you lock eyes with him in the reflection of the mirror.

Dabi keeps your head up by gripping onto your hair, watching your face contorted in pleasure as your body twitches and the walls of your cunt clench around his cock, coating him in your arousal.

When you begin to come down, he chuckles from behind you and finally lets go of your hair, allowing you to drop your upper body forward and giving you the opportunity to catch your breath while his fingers slow their movements on your swollen clit.

“Don’t worry, doll, just a little longer,” He coos as he places his hands on your hips, moving your lower half back and forth with ease while he pumps his length inside of you once again. He's only given you seconds to recover, but your body is so easy to maneuver after that last orgasm left you limp.

While you rest your forehead against the ceramic of the sink that you're bent over, Dabi’s head falls back as he indulges in the feeling of your velvety walls pulling him in while he continues to fuck you. The rhythm of his hips is starting to grow sloppy, and his grunts are growing louder with each passing second.

“Ahh- fuck,” He puffs out a breath while one of his hands leaves your side to reach into his pocket. “Let’s see if you cum on my cock one more time, okay?”

“Mhmm...” you quietly agree, nodding your head while you work your pelvis back and forth.

From behind you, the quick click of a button can be heard, followed by the familiar buzz of what you could only assume to be a particular toy you remember leaving in your bedside drawer the other night.

“Good girl,” Dabi grins, and your stomach clenches as soon as the brightly colored bullet vibrator presses onto your clit.

“Now, I don't really know why I brought this, but I’m fuckin’ glad I did.” He clicks the button again, switching the mode of the vibrator, so it is now shaking at its highest speed as he continues canting his hips, hitting the spot within you that has you keening and crying while gripping onto the sides of the sink until your knuckles are white.

With every stroke of his cock combined with the pulsing sensation of the toy on your clit, you begin to feel an indescribable warmth pooling in your lower abdomen as another orgasm approaches you.

“Oh~ fuck Dabi, Dabi...” you desperately whine your lover's name, begging for him to let you cum in the subtlest of ways.

Your voice sounds so sweet when you moan his name like that, and it drives him absolutely insane. He doesn't care how loud the two of you are being. He just wants to hear you, moaning and groaning while your bodies slap together. And with the way your knees are starting to buckle, Dabi can sense that you can no longer hold back.

He's practically growling as he presses the vibrator firmer against your clit and lets the fingers of his free hand dig into your sides while he pushes into you one final time.

"Fucking cum," he beckons, holding your body flush to him as your pussy begins to flutter around his length, urging him to fill you up while your legs jerk and your shaking knees squeeze together.

With the vibrator still pressed to your clit, your orgasm is prolonged as Dabi pumps ribbons of warm seed into you until midway through his release, he draws the toy from your center and pulls his cock out of your spasming pussy, making his cum dribble out of your twitching little hole while the last of his load lands on your ass.

“Oops, sorry about that, sweetheart," Dabi apologizes as his fingers scrape against your soft skin, “Wouldn’t want to waste any of that precious cum.” He scoops up the milky white liquid that adorns you and watches the way it reflects the light of the room before he brings his fingers down to your cunt and stuffs it back inside of you, right where it should be.

“There we go,” He smiles at the way you react, gasping while your pussy clenches around nothing as soon as he draws his fingers away from you.

While you lay perched over the sink, he tucks himself back into his pants, adjusting himself before he fixes your skirt for you and helps you back up.

It's the quietest the room has been since you entered it, but when he grabs you by the chin and leans in for a kiss, he is rudely interrupted.

“Quit fucking in there, or we’re leaving you!” Shigaraki shouts while his fist pounds against the door.

You giggle when Dabi ignores the words of your boss and opts to press his lips to yours anyway. Your tongues tangle together one last time before you pull back and pout, nodding your head in the direction of your torn panties laying on the floor, “Ugh, why'd you have to rip those? They were so cute," you complain, slapping your hand against his chest.  

"Yeah... I know,” he says, leaning down to pick up the ruined material. "But your sloppy little cunt is cuter, so why would we want to cover it up?" He stuffs the panties into his pocket and smirks at the way you rub your thighs together, knowing that the skin in between your legs must be clinging with arousal.

The knocking on the door continues until Dabi pulls away from you and finally unlocks it, swinging it open so Shigaraki can finally shut the fuck up.

"What the hell is wrong with you - " Shigaraki begins to scold him, but all Dabi does is ignore him while he grabs you by the hand, tugging you along with him towards the exit of the store and back into the van.

Once outside, you quickly slide into the vehicle, awkwardly shifting the position of your legs as you begin to realize that your skirt is way too short and that without your underwear, there is a high possibility that the seat beneath you will be soiled with a mixture of yours and Dabi's essence.

"Guess you better keep those thighs squeezed together for the rest of the ride. We don't want cum dripping all over the seat, now do we?" He whispers as the rest of the League files into the van. But you still have such a long way to go, and unfortunately, you can already feel that you have failed to keep the fabric beneath you clean.

— please do not modify or repost my work

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ahh! i haven't posted smut in a while, but i'm glad i finally got this piece done. if you enjoyed this, let me know! nice comments are very much appreciated. i love reading them and they make me really happy ;-;

[trashytummiez]

Ahhh I love your writing!! Could you possibly write something with burpy Dabi getting carsick and getting his belly rubbed by someone to help out?

Warning: contains belly kink burps fluff hiccups indigestion nausea near-vomiting tummy rubs

"Dabi stop being gross!" Toga complained with a pout after hearing Dabi let out yet another wet burp. Probably the fifth or six one he couldn't hold in during that entire car ride.

The scarred villain groaned and held his churning stomach painfully while keeping his other hand rested against his mouth. He looked miserably nauseous. Dabi hated riding in cars more than most things in life. It always made him absolutely sick to his stomach even if his stomach was empty like it was right now.

"Unnngh...tell that fuckin' purse to stop drivin' like a blind old lady," Dabi grumbled so groggily he sounded like he was on the verge of puking with every syllable.

"Hey it's not my fault the driving mechanics in GTA suck! It was the only teacher I could afford!" Spinner shouted from the drivers seat.

"Will both of you shut up?" Shigaraki said from the passenger seat whilst playing a game on his portable console.

Dabi's response was a thick burp that managed to force its way past his lips and past his clutched hand. It ended in a strained groan.

"Dude if you're gonna puke just do it already and stop bitching."

"Wha-no?! No don't vomit at all dammit!!" Mr Compress shouted from the backseat. He fidgeted uncomfortably and inched as far away from dabi as he could. "You know I don't do well around that sort of thing! If he loses it I'm going to lose my own lunch!"

Toga frowned and glared back at Shigaraki. "If they puke on me then I'm stabbing you in the eye Tomura..."

Shigaraki shrugged indifferently.

Suddenly Twice raised his hand like a child eager to answer a question he knew the answer to. "OOoh! I know! Lemme rub your tummy until you feel better! Punch him in the gut!!" Twice expressed eagerly until his contrarian personality kicked in.

Dabi groaned both from his aching belly and from Twice's childish exuberance. "...You ain't-" he paused to burp heavily in his mouth, "...touchin' me."

"C'moooooon! I'll be gentle! Honest!" Twice assured him in his happy go-lucky sort of way. "I'll thrash your belly like a soda can!" Then immediately unassured him.

Dabi looked like he wanted to die...and probably take everyone in the van with him. But with a dejected sigh he leaned back and made his stomach stick out when he arched his back. "...Get this bullshit over with."

Twice squealed and clapped happily then growled angrily at himself. He scooted right up against Dabi and slid his hands under Dabi's shirt to place them on his incredibly warm and slightly puffed out tummy. It gurgled unpleasantly that Twice cringed slightly behind his mask.

"Wow it's rough in there!" Twice noted. "Pansy!"

"Shut up'n rub..." Dabi almost growled his patience nonexistent.

Twice did just that. He gently rubbed his hands up and down Dabi's belly using the heel of his palm to knead circles into his tight aching flesh. For all his silliness and contradictions Twice's movement was very precise and careful. His fingers very gently slid across Dabi's stomach fluttering across the surface in a deeply sensual and relaxing way while being careful not to get too rough around his upper stomach where his burnt flesh and stitches were.

Dabi's eyes were rested shut to mask them rolling to the back of his head with relaxation. His tensed body seemed to relax incredibly in response to Twice's ministrations.

"....Hoooohhh shit...that's...that doesn't feel terrible..." Dabi admitted in a euphoric tone of voice.

Twice beamed proudly behind his mask and continued rubbing.

Toga d'awwwed at the scene while even Mr. Compress couldn't help but smile behind his own strange mask proud of seeing Twice earn some praise. And from Dabi of all people.

Twice rubbed circles into the middle of Dabi's stomach brushing his palm against Dabi's belly button while his fingers kneaded slightly into his firm gurgling skin.

The stimulation was enough to get Dabi to turn his head with his fist against his mouth in time for him to give a really deep closed mouth burp that rumbled in his cheeks for a few seconds. Dabi looked visible strained then burped in his mouth again even longer and harder.

"Tomuraaaaaa! Dabi's being gross again!" Toga whined literally as Shigaraki had just finished taking a swig from his can of soda.

The only response she got was Shigaraki burping loudly and indifferently then smacking his lips unapologetically. Toga frowned while Mr. Compress shook his head dismayed by the crudeness of their boss.

"Dude I'm trying to drive!" Spinner whined and rang out his earhole.

"Try sucking less at it," Shigaraki replied never taking his eyes off of his game.

"...Seriously..." Dabi groaned then hiccuped sharply. He hiccuped again then burped so hard in his mouth he immediately clamped his mouth shut. "...Fuck. Somethin' definitely came up with that one..." he mumbled behind his hand.

Twice frowned behind his mask. "Do you want me to stop?"

Dabi waited and kept his hand clamped over his mouth. He shook his head at Twice but still looked really sickly. For a second it looked like he was going to blow which made both Toga and Compress inch back nervously...Toga even pointing her knife defensively at Dabi like a hiker trying to defend against an approaching bear.

His stomach gurgled loudly enough that even Shigaraki looked over his shoulder to see if Dabi was about to spew.

Fortunately instead Dabi's hand blew back as he let out a big throaty burp that left him huffing breathlessly and the others sighing with relief. Shigaraki shook his head like he got ripped off then went back to playing his game.

"...Unnf...nah, you're good Jin. It's just kinda workin' some shit up. You're doin' just fine so...don't stop..." Dabi said. He ordered Twice to keep going but the way he said it implied an unspoken 'please?' at the end of his sentence.

Twice smiled anew when he heard that and kept going. He gingerly rubbed Dabi's noisily churning tummy with both hands while Dabi groaned and savored the relaxing sensation the entire ride on.

It was going to be a long drive and even through the belly rubs Dabi's stomach was still volatile. It would churn intensely and make Dabi burp frequently sometimes burping so hard he worried something would come up with the sterile gas. But the fact that Twice was able to satisfy the others by settling Dabi's stomach filled him with an immense joy. Nothing mattered more to the fractured villain than making his friends happy in any way he could.

...The fact that he got to indulge in his secret tummy kink didn't hurt either...

[todoscript]

Syndicate — [ 1 ]

Parts | one ; two ; three

Genre | Mafia AU / Anti-Villain AU.

Pairing(s) | MafiaBosses!TodoBakuDeku x Fem!Reader

Rating | Mature

Words | 5.2k+

Summary | Being the lover of, not one, but three influential young men, who are the leaders of the most wanted crime syndicate in Japan, it is no surprise that other eyes are watching you beyond the three’s own.

Warnings | Violence. Cursing/crude language. Guns. Mafia talk/“negotiating”. Lots of fighting. Reader is inspired by the femme fatale archetype. Polyamorous relationship. Characters are aged-up. Sexual undertones/implied sexual content. Possessiveness. Heavily self-indulgent. Written in 3rd POV. Shouto’s “codename” is Mercury (b/c the planet is both half-hot and half-cold lol).

Author’s Notes | Hello all! This is the first ever fanfic I’ve posted on tumblr! Sorry, the idea was lingering in my head until I suddenly felt the burst of energy to start writing this out of nowhere in the dead of 3AM. I’ve written fanfiction before but I’ve never published anything for tumblr so this is exciting.

The air is still, nearly silent apart from the nocturnal creatures that scurry and prowl through alleys, navigating over the dewy darkness between the seams. The moon graces the gloom of the night with its luster across desolated areas in Japan. Business hours have longed past as services are halted until the next coming day. Civilians are nowhere to be found, tucked away in their homes with their lights flickered off.

What remains alive in Japan during this hour is the wind cast through the streets, the scamper of animals in the nocturne, and a low hum of an ebony vehicle driven down roads of street lights.

“Whatever the fuck Overhaul wants better be worth my fucking time, Deku,” hisses a peeved Katsuki Bakugou, leaning against the window of their sleek automobile and looking highly uninterested during the ride. Izuku Midoriya, the young man with the head of unruly verdant hair, nods his head. His expression is mild at his friend’s usual discontented tone.

“Kai Chisaki—the head boss of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza—wants to negotiate with us, Kacchan. Surely it would be advantageous for us to hear him out. If anything we’ll manage to at least squeak some intel from him to reference for later on.” A glint rises in the male’s eyes.

“‘Some intel’ ain’t enough. If they’re gonna drag all three of us out here, then it better be for something good, or else I might have to let off some explosions to satisfy my boredom.” Bakugou’s quirk begins to pop and crack around his palms at the idea of letting loose.

Shouto Todoroki—the third of the trio—sighs exasperatingly at his fellow inflamed mafia boss, running his hand through his red and white tresses.

“Bakugou, I’d advise against it. Knowing the location we’re heading to, your explosions would only cause a ruckus in the area that’d get the annoying heroes involved. I’ve had enough dealing with those fools as it is and we also don’t need the men in blue following after our trail.”

“Shut up Icy-Hot! If this ‘negotiation’ isn’t beneficial to us, I’ll find my own way to make them pay for wasting our damn time!” Bakugou yells.

These three young men—Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Shouto Todoroki—are known as the bosses of one of Japan’s most powerful organized crime syndicates.

Notorious, ruthless, and authoritative, these three, despite their youth, have secured a name for themselves within the underground crime world. Aside from their tenacity and skill, the strength of each of their quirks played a large factor in their rise among the rivaling crime groups. They easily snuffed out the weak competition without so much as a sweat, and working under them are other strong combatants, each of them possessing their own unique and powerful quirks.

With everything at their disposal, the Yuuei mafia group quickly obtained a vast, large territory within the capital of Japan—the epicenter of where all the shady deals and disputes occur.

“We didn’t even bring Angel Face with us. What a drag.” Bakugou gruffs. He leans back in his seat, arms crossed, and cushioned behind his head as the lamps flicker past them, the dim lights splayed across the endless road.

“Letting ____ rest was the least we could do after her successful infiltration at the political officials gala,” the middle of the three states matter-a-factly.

“Especially after the rounds she endured even after her mission,” Todoroki adds, vividly remembering the gala dress cascading down her skin and clinging to her body that night, as well as their antics that ensued afterward.

He recalls the beautiful, red formal gown she wore for the occasion, the material hugging her figure perfectly and accentuating her curves in all the right places. God, he prayed that something within him wouldn’t stir at the thought of it again.

They all remembered it quite clearly. It made their fingers itch the very evening of the event, yearning to touch all the dips and arcs that sculpted her body. Her hair, styled up and tied with a matching silk red ribbon, kept the skin of her neck bare and begging to be marked while gold lined her wrists and collar bones. To say she was a goddess that night would be an understatement. The three could barely keep their hands off her before she even left the mansion, let alone attend the gala. But once her mission was complete, she arrived home to be thoroughly loved and lusted, with three young and hungry men indulging in all the divine fruits this celestial being had to offer to them.

The girl they speak of is not only their right-hand woman but also the three’s beloved paramour. Since their journey into coming to power, ____ has been with them through thick and thin and has become an influential asset in attaining their position.

Beautiful, yet dangerous, she proved to be an incredibly powerful fighter in many forms of combat in combination with her quirk, along with having a gift for deception that allowed her to climb her way to the top of the pack. Naturally, the trio found themselves drawn to her, not just for her strength and beauty, but also her passion and ability to mend the spirits of those around her. If it weren’t her, the Yuuei mafia group would not be as intact and well-oiled as it is today.

“Besides, we have some of our best following in the car behind us in case anything suspicious happens,” Midoriya gestures to the similar-looking sleek and dark-tinted car trailing behind their own.

“I very much doubt we need them, but it’s best not to worry Angel too much while she’s resting,” Todoroki murmurs, crossing his legs.

A few more turns and they’ve eventually entered the area of a vacant warehouse located on the edge of Japan near the shore.

The moment their vehicle is directed to a stop, the three bosses exit. Bakugou vehemently slams his door, eyeing the building with a vexing glare.

“Let’s get this shit show over with. This better be good.”

The warehouse is eerily quiet in the dead of the night and smells of salt from the ocean behind it. Spotting them walking to the entrance, the watchmen of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza hastily open the doors enclosing the warehouse. The hinges bear an uncomfortable creaking sound that jars through the silence.

“Oh, he’s here! He’s here! My cute little Izuku is here!” hollers a shrill voice belonging to an all-too-energetic head of messy, bunned-up blonde hair. The said boy blinks twice at her enthusiasm as they approach the lone wooden table situated in the center of the warehouse.

Uh, do I know her? He ponders for a second before dismissing the thought.

A pale man with gloved hands and shaggy auburn hair holds a hand out to halt the girl behind him. “Calm down Toga, we haven’t spoken of negotiations yet, so I need you to be quiet.”

Toga pouts, nearly grasping a silver blade at her side but stills herself for now. In the meantime, she opts to fidget with the tubular machine wrapped around her body.

The three look up to view a small group illuminated by the light fixed above the wooden table. Their eyes swiftly count seven or eight of them surrounding that area, including the ringleader, and likely more hidden somewhere in the darkness around them. After all, any fine and experienced villainous group would know better than to invite the bosses of the most dangerous crime syndicate without being thoroughly prepared for a possible scuffle to occur.

However, for now, they all advance with the notion to talk first before unleashing quirks and violence (well most of them anyway).

“Welcome, welcome. I see you made it to this place without much trouble; you’re right on time,” Overhaul greets the three young men mildly, “Deku, Ground Zero, and Mercury.”

Midoriya walks forward as the center of their entourage to return the cordial greeting. “Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you, Kai Chisaki of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza. Otherwise known as Overhaul.”

“Ah, so you know of me and my cause. It seems our reputation precedes us.”

“Of course. The Shie Hassaikai yakuza has long been in business in the crime world…” Midoriya muses, “Though they’ve wrung out past their former glory. Having since been pushed back into the underground after the rise of heroes.”

Bakugou smirks, close to letting out a snicker at the backhanded comment.

It’s true. While the Shie Hassaikai were one of the main criminal groups running the yakuza underground, that all soon fell and crumbled as the surge of heroes came into society. It was only after the former boss’ grandson, Kai Chisaki, came into power and took leadership that their name grew back into prominence once again, albeit little by little.

“Why you little–” A man donning a long white raincoat and plague doctor mask swiftly appears with a pistol pointed in Midoriya’s direction, none too amused by the remark. However, he’s cut off by a wall of ice erected at Midoriya’s side.

“Watch where you point those toys you little rat,” Todoroki sneers, and the tone of his voice nearly exposes chills to the air.

“Calm down, Chrono. We’re the ones that invited them as guests, thus we need to treat them like so.”

The white-haired subordinate withdraws at the words of his leader, retracting the gun back into the pocket of his coat.

“I apologize, he’s simply on edge over the fact we have some pretty powerful people at our doorstep. You’ll have to excuse him.”

“It’s quite all–”

“Did we come here to talk, or did we come here to fight?” Bakugou barges through, shoving past Midoriya with no restraint.

“I thought this was a fucking negotiation, not an apology fess. If one of your dogs is so edgy, I’d be happy to give him a good thrashing to satiate him if you want,” his raised hand sparks and flickers in the dark, “If not then get to it, Overhaul,” he threatens. Midoriya sighs.

“I think we’re simply all… piqued as to why this meeting was demanded out of nowhere and scheduled for the dead of the night no less, but I’m sure you have some important matters to discuss with us right, Overhaul?” Midoriya reasons, a sly grin on his lips.

“Right, let's get to it shall we?” Approaching closer to the table separating them, Overhaul continues, “First off, I must congratulate you on successfully infiltrating that gala the other night. Not many crime organizations can sneak into a party of that caliber. Especially when it’s so heavily guarded and kept secretive to all suspicious eyes of the dark,” he commends, digging a hand into the pocket of his jacket.

The three exchange quick, wary glances from the corner of their eyes that the opposite party misses.

“You were there?” Todoroki questions bluntly in which Overhaul hums in response.

“Hm, yes. But for different reasons, I’m sure. You see, I’ve been… examining little details of the Yuuei mafia group recently. It fascinates me how well-oiled and efficient you are at running your organization, so I began to ponder: ‘How do they do it?’ Little did I know, the answer all became more than clear to me from what I saw at that gala,” the auburn-haired man drawls, finally plucking out a photo from his pocket and sliding it across the wood under the light.

The moment the three recognized the image, their eyes widened, soon shifting into visages of sheer hostility at the next statement pronounced.

“This girl here? I want her.”

Within the confines of the paper is ____, dressed in the red gown she wore the very night of the gala, a masquerade mask over her features with the purpose to obscure herself in the throng.

The three before Overhaul seethe vessels of wrath.

“What did you just say? Do you even know what you’re asking of us?” Todoroki feels icy and heated atmospheres form on his opposing left and right sides upon hearing Overhaul’s words, sensing the tension rising around his fellow partners as well.

“The girl, I must say, does excellent work at her job. She’s skilled and tactical, having infiltrated many influential organizations and assassinated several powerful faces getting in the way of your mafia group. Such precision, efficiency, and beauty makes her the perfect woman, wouldn’t you agree?” He picks up the picture, bringing it up next to him.

Given the deadly pressure in the air, the next words he utters might be the final nail in his coffin.

“Well, I want you to hand her over to me.”

The nail is hit. There’s a lingering silence before hell nearly breaks loose and the next motions could deliver his soul down the River of Styx.

Fueled by blood-boiling anger and annoyance, Bakugou charges forward to land an explosive hit on the yakuza boss. “LIKE HELL WE WOULD, YA FUCKING BASTARD!” He’s thwarted by a yellow barrier emerging to shield the leader from the attack, courtesy of a henchman at his left side. The blonde jumps back, his hands still crackling and his rage not dissipating anytime soon. “Don’t go spewing a bunch of shit outta your mouth!”

“Now… let’s be rational or you’ll start getting dirt everywhere...” Overhaul dusts off his shoulder before resuming the conversation nonchalantly, “Of course I’ll provide you with compensation. I wouldn’t be so naive as to expect to be given something so valuable without offering payment after all.”

With a snap of his fingers a large, bulky man promptly lays a silver briefcase on the table. The locks click open to reveal wads of cash layering the case to the brim, enough to flabbergast and entice any common citizen in Japan.

“If this amount isn’t enough, I have another briefcase with—”

A jolting sound of the wooden table and metal briefcase breaking beneath Midoriya’s foot is enough to diminish the rest of Overhaul’s remark, signifying their blunt answer to his offer.

“What a waste of a night it’s been. Presenting money to us in hopes that we’d simply hand over our beloved like she’s some prostitute for sale? You're more of a fool than I took you for, Kai Chisaki,” Each word that rolls off Midoriya’s tongue is laced with venom. Such malice is enough to paralyze those who hear it, as if it would be the last statement they’ll ever listen to before hitting the concrete dead.

Reasoning with the trio any further is equivalent to bargaining with the god of the underworld, offering nothing but your knees on the floor and a sad pleading voice, only to be whisked back to the deepest, darkest chambers of hell.

Overhaul simply pauses before following with a long, testy sigh.

“A no then? Alright. Toga.”

The bun-headed blonde pounces forward at the command almost instantaneously, knife in her grasp and ready to swing. Midoriya moves to the side with ease, evading the blade as well as dodging a puncture from a needle. His agility is manifested in green electric currents of aura.

“Ooh, I finally get to cut up and obtain cute Izuku’s yummy blood!” She grins psychotically, keeping both eyes trained on the green-haired boy. “Heehee, I’ve been waiting for this day! Ever since I saw that photo of you all bruised up in a fight, I had to have you all to myself! I just love a man all red and bloodied!” Toga exclaims in utter glee, giggling like a schoolgirl meeting her celebrity idol.

Midoriya grimaces, nearly shivering at her excitement over announcing her neurotic confession to him. Her contorted facade is not earning her any points either. Taking notice of the wary expression that crosses his brows, Toga grins wider.

“It’s OK, even if you don’t like me now, you’ll definitely like me when I get a drop of that girl’s blood and transform into her! We’ll look so much alike, you’ll have heart-eyes for me too!” Her features curve into a look of pure hysteric that leaves Midoriya speechless, so much so it takes a loud blast hurled past him to finally bring his senses back to the conflict.

“Move it, Deku!” Bakugou’s attacks are relentless and powerful, but Toga’s nimbleness prevents her from getting hit.

“Deku, Ground Zero, back up,” Todoroki raises his left hand, the corresponding side flaring with heat before quickly igniting into bright hot flames enough to cover his entire arm. “You lot have some nerve to call us and arrange this abhorrent deal under the guise of a ‘negotiation.’ I’ll incinerate you all for even thinking you could take her from us.”

His quirk is unleashed in a flurry of fire that’s launched toward his enemies.

“Dabi,” Overhaul signals and a lanky man with patched, burnt scars and skin held together by staples and stitches steps forward, triggering his blue blazes to combat the red-orange ones. The infernos collide into a firestorm that soon scatters and disperses due to a power struggle.

“Tch,” Todoroki narrows his brows, annoyed.

“Hm, the brat’s not all talk after all,” Dabi’s expression remains stoic while his hand hovers in front of him, still swallowed by his azure flames. Wordlessly he releases his blazes once more only to be countered by Todoroki’s wall of ice diminishing the onslaught of fire.

On their end, Midoriya and Bakugou are in pursuit of the head honcho Overhaul himself, while attempting to throw blows at Toga along the way.

Now enveloped in energy that increases his strength and dexterity tenfold, it isn’t long until the green-haired young man catches up to crafty Toga’s momentum. With a grunt, Midoriya kicks forward, swinging his foot into the girl’s direction with tremendous force that’s too quick for her to avoid.

Toga braces herself for the impact but the attack never meets. Instead, a yellow shield materializes in front of her to take the blow, a crack now evident on the surface of the saffron safeguard. “Oooh! Izuku’s really out for blood! How thrilling!” she squeals, licking her lips.

“It’s that fucking barrier bastard again! Move over, I’ll kill him!” yells a pissed Bakugou who jumps over Midoriya’s head, running across the top of the manifested barrier. From there, he spots his offender.

Gritting his teeth, he dashes off the shield before it can disappear and uses it to propel himself forward. His palms glow and envelope themselves with heat as he holds them outward.

“Rappa! I can’t conduct another shield so quickly, get him!” Tengai, the one with the barrier quirk, hastens his partner. Rappa zealously swoops in front of him with iron-knuckle gloves ready.

“Oh no, you don’t! Try and fucking dodge this!” Bakugou brings his hands forward while still in midair, “Stun Grenade!” A radiant, gleaming light emits from his palms, effectively blinding all those within his vicinity.

Rappa and Tengai have no choice but to cover their eyes from the intensity of the light, leaving them wide open to strike!

Without hesitation, the ash-blonde creates two more explosions to launch himself forward, spinning in the air and gathering momentum before firing his attack encased in an explosive tornado.

“Howitzer Impact!!”

In an instance, a flash exudes in a fiery burst of nuclear reaction, which releases violent discharges of kinetic energy towards his enemies. The attack hits home, covering a chuck of the area with debris and rubble, and producing a hole on the right side of the warehouse.

Tengai and Rappa are incapacitated.

“Kac— Ground Zero, you went all out didn’t you…” Midoriya mutters while holding Toga down despite all her fidgeting. In a last-ditch effort, the girl draws out the spare knife tucked away in her utility belt, however the young man on top of her knocks it away before she can react any further.

“Toga, am I correct? I suggest you stand down, or I may have to break something to make you cooperate.” Midoriya’s warning exudes a menacing tone, in contrast to his former courteous character and the gentle features adorning his face. Yet Toga does not seem fazed by this.

“Heehee, you’re so cute when you make threats like that…” she giggles, shifting her head ever so slightly to catch glimpses of the male’s appearance. He’s quite disheveled down to his wrinkled suit, unbuttoned collar, sweat glistening on his forehead, and what’s this?

Toga peeks at a single crimson line split on the skin of his cheek with dilated pupils.

“Even though you were so fast, I at least managed to graze you just a teeny-tiny bit! That scarlet cut looks so nice on you, Izuku, aw how I wish I can give you more!” She prattles on and on, beaming over every utterance spoken past her lips. “I did say red is the best color on you, after all!”

Midoriya’s eyes narrow at her behavior, fists clenched and apt to deliver a silencing blow.

“Although… blue wouldn’t look half bad either.”

Unable to express confusion at her remark, he soon perceives a blast of cerulean blue flames aimed and released in his direction, forcing him to jump up to dodge the attack. Toga makes her escape after the fire diffuses, withdrawing next to Dabi. The patched man continues his onslaught on Todoroki and Midoriya.

“They’ve managed to defeat our spear and shield, and nearly took out Toga,” Overhaul’s stance is methodical and calculating, overseeing the fight from the back lines of his unit with a gloved hand beneath his chin. “I suppose it’s time to use that,” he declares.

Chrono briefly glances at him before reaching for a gun in the pocket of his coat—a different weapon from the pistol he pointed at Midoriya earlier. In a container held behind him, he produces a peculiarly shaped bullet, one that takes on the form of a cartridge with a hypodermic needle sticking out on one end.

“Dabi, when these bullets hit, that will be your chance to burn them all away,” orders the auburn-haired man. He raises an arm to prep for the signal as Chrono readies the gun wielded in his hand, positioning his target onto the spiky blonde mafia boss.

“Ha! You think a pathetic little gun is going to stop me?!” While Bakugou exudes confidence and arrogance, his dual-haired comrade is not as keen about the situation at hand.

Why would those fools try to use such a primitive method of fighting at this point? They saw how useless that gun was earlier… ponders Todoroki in the heat of battle, Unless…

“Ground Zero! Be careful! There’s something fishy about that weapon they’re using!” he warns, making the blonde’s expression fix into an irritated glare.

“Shut up Icy-Hot; I know what I’m doing! Why don’t you pay attention to patchwork over there before you get another scar!” Bakugou quips back, eyes never leaving Overhaul. “I’m gonna make this washout yakuza leader regret ever giving us a call to this useless negotiation.”

The man is impassive at the blonde’s threats, lips remaining in a fine line underneath his mask. His arm stays raised next to him for Chrono to acknowledge.

At once, Bakugou’s body launches back into action like a jet engine propelling a rocket. His movements gather more and more sweat to strengthen himself for another devastating assault.

“Pesky thing won’t stop moving…” mutters Chrono, hand continually shifting aim at Bakugou’s unpredictable tumbling. “I’ll just make you sit still!”

On command, arrow-shaped hair pierces through the fabric of his hood and extends straight to Bakugou. His quirk’s versatility and quick instincts allow him to evade the attack to the left with ease. However, it seems Chrono was waiting for that very moment as the blonde is now within his gun’s line of sight.

Overhaul draws his hand down, giving Chrono the signal to finally pull the trigger. A crack of a sonic boom resonates within the single millisecond it is shot. The dart is fired.

The gunshot rings throughout the space of the warehouse. Todoroki and Midoriya can barely register the shot in time to yell out to Bakugou, whose head turns toward the capsule’s velocity in almost slow motion.

Crap..! he curses, unable to move away to escape the bullet in time and preparing to embrace the shot.

However, it never makes its mark.

“Boss! Watch out!”

A gruff voice suddenly makes its debut within the fray, taking everyone by surprise as the newcomer throws himself in front of Bakugou, hardened arms crossed.

“What the—!”

Chrono watches in despair. The bullet ricochets right off the rock-like body of a man with spiked tufts of crimson red hair.

“What the hell? Red Riot?!” sputters a bewildered Bakugou at Kirishima’s abrupt entrance.

“D-Dammit!” Chrono tries to fire again to rectify his failure, but his attempt is in vain. Something muscly wraps around his arm tightly, tossing him away.

“Froppy!” Midoriya calls out to the girl as she retracts her froggy tongue, currently clung to the wall, and camouflaged into her surroundings. She reveals herself into the battle with a small “ribbit.”

“While you guys were inside, a bunch of their goons started surrounding our cars. We knew something shady was up, especially when we heard explosions coming from inside, so we busted our way in here right past them!” Kirishima explains, now standing back-to-back against Bakugou, “Seems like you’re fighting a battle too!”

“I see, so they planned on ambushing all of us if we didn’t comply with their deal,” says Todoroki. He fires more flames in their direction. “How pathetic. They were woefully unprepared.”

“Agreed! Ambushing is no way to fight! Real men would come at us head-on!” Kirishima emphasizes his fierceness through clanking his hardened fists against each other, jagged edges sparking.

“Red Riot! Froppy!” exclaims Midoriya, “Where are the others?”

Asui ribbits before answering, “They’re handling the rest of the—”

“L-Leader..! Leader!” a frantic voice shouts from the entrance of the warehouse, where a ragged up Shie Hassaikai henchman tries to pry inside.

“T-The girl..! She isn’t h-here, she isn’t— GAH!”

His message is interrupted. A menacing shadowy figure looms over the goon like a monster hiding within the dark and throws him back to the struggle outside, proceeding to rampage across the battlefield. Desperate cries leak out but to no avail.

Overhaul discerns the sputtered message:

The girl he so desired was not with them to begin with.

To his dismay, this fight was pointless. If what he sought could not be forcibly taken right then and there, then there is no reason to continue the battle. There was no prize to be won by the end of it all.

Now, he must adjust his plans due to the unfavorable news. How tragic.

At the thought of having lost time, energy, and resources, the yakuza leader pinches the bridge of his nose, utterly furious. There’s a pause in which Overhaul seethes an aura of killing intent over this frustration.

But it eventually simmers and subsides. What happens now cannot be changed, no matter how enraged he is. So he must take logical steps to preserve and remedy the repercussions, which to him was simple:

“We’re withdrawing.”

“What?” Dabi looks at him incredulously, “After all this?”

“Yes, they've taken down our spear and shield, and have wiped out the majority of the soldiers. If what we want isn’t here, then there is no point in staying,” Overhaul’s husky tone bears weight and authority at every word.

“Nemoto, grab Chrono from wherever he was thrown.”

“Yes, Overhaul. What about Rappa and Tengai?”

The auburn-haired man doesn’t so much as spare a glance toward his two defeated subordinates lying on the ground, “Leave them. They’re expendable to me.”

Nemoto nods, going to gather a knocked out Chrono thrown across the warehouse and now lying unconscious atop broken wooden crates.

Midoriya’s fists clenched tightly at the scene, realizing what the yakuza’s next plan of action was going to be.

“They’re trying to escape!”

“Oh, the fuck they are. I won’t let a single one of you bastards leave!” Bakugou bursts into the air, propelled by the explosions from his palms in hot pursuit, with Midoriya catching up thanks to his heightened speeds.

“Sorry boys, party’s over!” Toga intercepts the two using twin knives flung in their direction, catching them off guard. Dabi follows the diversion by gathering a massive amount of flames into his hands before swiftly releasing the kindled energy to erect a blue wall of fire throughout his surroundings.

“Bye Izuku~!” a feminine voice shrills from behind the fiery wall, becoming the last words they hear as they wait for the flames to dissipate, ultimately revealing that their enemies had already fled.

“Those fuckers couldn’t have gone far,” Bakugou doesn’t relent, poised on finding them and having them pay the full consequences of their actions. Midoriya grasps his shoulder, stopping him.

“Let them go, Kacchan. Considering the location they decided for this meeting, they likely fled by boat. We have no way of following them at the moment.”

Todoroki agrees, adding on, “Besides, there are more important things to worry about right now,” he casts his gaze to the wooden table Midoriya had broken prior to the fight transpiring. “For one, they’re after ____ and are willing to go to any lengths to get her. We need to head back to the mansion to make sure she’s safe.” There’s slight urgency evident in his tone. Despite their tenacity, the idea of having their beloved wrenched away is enough to render them even a little bit fearful. Had she been present in the conflict, there’s no telling what could have happened.

“And two,” Todoroki walks off to another site of the warehouse, picking up something dropped on the floor, “we need to figure out what this is.” In his hand, he holds the small capsule bullet that is now slightly dented thanks to the impact against Kirishima’s hardened skin.

The other two examine the capsule briefly until Bakugou decides to take it from Todoroki’s fingers for closer inspection. If Overhaul was so keen on using a gun to do away with them all, despite how inferior it was, then this must be no ordinary bullet.

The three decide to contain the item for further examination for now as they, Kirishima, and Asui make their way outside again. There, bodies of Shie Hassaikai thugs littered the floor after having been thoroughly beaten into submission. Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and Kaminari lean against the cars casually but remain attentive after the fight.

“It was quite an ill-planned move to dare to attack us in the night,” Tokoyami’s eyes closed in thought at the havoc he wreaked thanks to the amplified powers of his quirk. Kaminari snickers and boasts with an electric snap of his fingers, “Yakuza didn’t know what hit them, the mafia always stays on top.”

“Excellent work everyone, it seems the henchmen were of no trouble to you,” Midoriya commends the squad, “Now, we must leave before the police arrive on the scene to assess the damage.”

Their six combatants all nod at the order, about to gather back in their vehicle until Bakugou huffs with a final statement before they make their getaway.

“Know that the next time we see those Shie Hassaikai bastards, we will take them down,” He narrows his eyes at the ocean, the moon still hanging above the sky and basking the waters in moonlight,

“without hesitation.”

Ending Notes | Whew.. thanks for reading! For the next part I was considering writing it in 2nd POV since the reader will actually be physically present during the events of the story now, but I’m not sure yet. Please let me know your thoughts and follow if you’re interested in this series <3

[bunnozi]

7/11 - (soft dabi x reader) <3

summary:

dabi gets soft on your regular 4am trip to 7/11.

as a villain, there's always pros and cons.

for example, some cons may be: never being able to see your family. friends. anybody considered 'innocent. unless, of course, it's to kill them.

or, that could be a good thing. whatever floats your boat, I guess.

for you, the pros seemed worth it enough to abandon everything, everyone else. you ran away from home, ditched the shitty public school you attended that never seemed to appreciate your quirk enough--and started to play by your own rules.

no more curfew, nobody to say when you can and can't use your quirk, or HOW you use it. pure freedom.

like I said, the pros outweighed the cons.

××××

"hey! runt, come with me for a cigarette run, eh?"

ahh yes, how you ended up here. the fucking league of villains. past you from a short year ago would be ecstatic!

up with the big guys now, actually a part of something worth your while.

but back to the current situation...

it was normal for dabi to drag you along consistently for 4am 7/11 runs. you'd get some monster and him a pack of cigarettes, gum for toga (bubblegum, of course), whatever twice was in the mood for that night, (spinner secretly liked when you got him a pack of those barbecued meal works, but that was your little secret)--and shigaraki just sneered when you offered to bring him back something.

what a prick.

"brat! you got cotton in your ears or somethin'?" dabi shouts from across the room impatiently. "grab your shit, we're leaving in 5."

you give a small nod of your head and quickly jogged to throw on a hoodie lying around--most likely one of shiggy's--and pulled on your shoes.

dabi's waiting at the back door of the make-shift hideout when you look up, and then you're both off into the pitch black night.

×××

darkness used to scare you. especially because of your gender, the harsh, and often unforgiving world past dark used to be a nonexistent part of your life. you stayed away, like a good little girl.

you knew you had a strong quirk, with so much potential! but with no training or recognition from school, and your parents, it was almost useless.

but now with the league, who were better mentors than your stupid school could ever dream of being, you're better. stronger. not some weak little kid anymore.

it's amazing, really. the feeling of walking around at night in the dark, and not being fearful. because now you're the one to be feared.

walking around with dabi is especially empowering. not that you doubt yourself or your own strength, but it's an even bigger ego booster to be side by side with the blue flame user.

dare say, you may even have developed an attraction to him!

not just his quirk, or even his looks, but his personality drew you in. he's always been supportive of your decision to become independent, never says anything passive aggressive or judgmental like your parents! and overall, he's your number one 'hyper upper'. (side note: just say hype man, author).

soon, you can see the florescent lights of the 7/11 in the distance and will yourself to stop daydreaming.

"so, what's on the list for today?" you question the man next to you, rocking on your heels. he stops walking and shoves a hand in his pocket, rifling around. there's a crinkle of paper and a wadded up sticky note is fished out.

he unballs the list and squints down at it, clicking his teeth.

"wow, looks like handjob finally decided to stoop down to our 'rodent' level and ask for something," he gives a dick-ish smile, and it seems like the cutest thing in the world to you. anyone else might find his face scary, definitely gross, maybe even nauseating. but for your psychotic ass…seeing the way his cheeks crinkle and his eyes glint gives you butterflies in the stomach.

you laugh at his crude comment, shaking your head.

"damn, i was sure the next time i pestered him about it he'd turn me into dust." dabi turns unexpectedly serious for a moment, and you furrow your eyebrows in concern. had you said something wrong..?

"dabi...?"

dabi looks you dead in the eyes and turns to face you, taking a deep breath.

"just...don't worry, okay? i'd never let that jerk-off lay one of his greasy mitts on you. that's a promise! i know we mess around a lot, but-" he looks uncomfortable with the display of such emotion, but covers it up with false confidence. "-you matter to me, even with how irritating you can be.."

he raises a pinky expectantly, and you stand there mouth gaping. "well? gonna pinky promise me or not pipsqueak?" he smirks.

you blink a few times, as if to make sure you're not dreaming or tripping balls (food at the hideout is always questionable) and give a dumb nod, linking pinkies with him, his hands rough against yours.

you boldly grip a calloused hand in yours and tug him in after you, grinning all the way and arm swinging behind you. he chuckles while tightening the hold, and you both stroll through the glass doors at last.

dabi looks satisfied, and turns to the lit up building once again.

"now come on, we got shit to steal. coming? or you just gonna stand there and wait for them to call the cops?"

you snort and stare at him indignantly, "of-of course not! who do you take me for, some dumb hero?"

yeah, being a villain always has some cons. but the pros are always ever-sweeter.