#like Toga and Twice but less

[nevermindset]

This duo has so much potential. ✨

(not like a couple, please Toga is underage??)

[newtscamandersbf]

saw this ss on twt and im sorry but im starting to think some of yall actually like when characters are predators cause first it was accusing afo of p3dophilia / sa (despite the fact grooming can be non-sexual) and now its this shit 😭😭

like this is actually crazy yall we are told MULTIPLE times that toga feels safe with the league because they are the only ones who accepted her for who she was 😭😭 its not like she was the only woman or kid in the league either like at some point there were magne and mustard. the league lets anyone in regardless of background this is soo ..

[buttercupshands]

New MHUI LoV event stuff

first of all - if you follow the news on the new characters even a little - a new UR Shigaraki Tomura came out today (16th of June) he came with a LoV event as they usually do and this one is basically a filler for the time before Star and Stripe arc happened but after Tomura got his mix-match outfit of his own and AFO's choices

and while it is Tomura-centric event it's heavy on stuff with Spinner. He's basically like a second main character of this short thing

The filler answers question on what was LoV doing while Izuku left UA and it uses manga side material as help, because it was stated that Skeptic helped LoV to get new clothes for the Final arc as well as weapons.

A story of event is basically "someone tries to rob us we neew to stop them" while Spinner is questioning if they are really dealing with Tomura anymore, with some interesting localization choises Spinner noticed the Ore vs. Boku thing while Tomura was talking

As it is a turn for a short event we get like 3 parts with Tomura easily defeating the guys who tried to rob that one place

And it's nothing really if you don't count the way Tomura speaks which is really creepy to hear his gaming words while he's also clearly doesn't understand anything anymore what made Tomura Tomura

It's basically what if those chapters before Star and Stripe made Tomura lose it were a story on their own with Tomura still unsure on who he is, but LoV is literally there and they talk about it more than we ever saw them in the manga for... reasons that manga doesn't have filler. At all.

At least not with LoV involved

At the end of it while Spinner is still concerned it all ends with AFOmura or whatever this guy should be called at that point of the story stops questioning it and just agrees with Spinner's question

If you're a manga reader it's worse than just a talk

It also has an interesting point, but sadly as it's a pre-Star and Stripe arc Tomura anything he says doesn't really matter as much

Everything else are basically details, I recommend this event tho, it's not that hard to get all of the story, it's worth having in the MHUI archives

As for other things, more or less harmless - there's an event SR Memory with Toga and Machia and a cards set, the same one Tomura had mostly in the anime

Recruit is standart with a UR Memory for the new character and a SR Memory which is helpful in the event

As for the less neutral stuff I got into the event as soon as I noticed it began and the first thing was to go into the recruit for the new Tomura

got him right away so it was fun and with this my Tomura collection is once again is one off, his first UR is still absent on my account, but 5 characters make a team

Didn't have a motivation to play the event with SR Tomura as my game had an error with dialogue, but I got him at least

Tried playing with him while clearing the event, he has a new battle star animation, battle end animation and of course his own ult animation

He's fun to play with, and that actually got me back into MHA as I was slowly losing my will to still do anything connected to it aside from this game

A small thing that I found interesting was that his recruit voiceline is Tomura's speech from back in 222

Interesting choice as none of old ones had something connected to this chapter

Other than that his Base talks are the same and his reactions in Trust menu are the same too

As usual MHUI LoV events are the best in delivering events with stories that belong in canon and it's easy to imagine them there

[saltytearsofjoy]

Toga is the blorbo of all time..never would i have found the energy to write meta without her

[haine-kleine]

after sitting with my thoughts about the epilogue for some time, I think the thing that broke the story had started right after Dabi's dance. said thing is LOV' utterly out of character treatment of each other and Shigaraki specifically.

them just standing there and passively observing the scene makes absolutely zero sense, if you use anything from their previously established relationships within the organisation for reference. especially with All for One's creepy comments. Spinner even points out shortly before this chapter that AFO!Shigaraki seems nothing like his normal self and this person is not the one he had chosen to follow.

and yes, Spinner does approach screaming Shigaraki and tries to help him, and his concern later leads him to seeing Shigaraki's mutated form in the cave, and on its own this development for Spinner is in line with his character and all around fine. pretty reminiscent of Toga and Twice, too.

(except Spinner is not allowed to really help Shigaraki in any way, unlike Toga was allowed to help Twice, and this entire thing between Shigaraki and Spinner only ends with Spinner's regrets and survivor's guilt instead of anything good or meaningful that isn't meaningless angst porn)

it isn't Spinner approaching Shigaraki that is the issue, it's the other's complete lack of action or even reaction besides appearing mildly disturbed. this is simply out of character for all of them, just judging by Twice's example who had similar breakdowns and wasn't plainly ignored by the others until his fit stops. this reaction makes even less sense, when you take into account the current state of the League. Twice had just been murdered by Hawks, the double agent who had infiltrated the League via Dabi, and Mister Compress had just sacrificed himself to give the League a chance for escape, and was sent to Tartarus immediately after his condition was no longer life threatening. Kurogiri is also being held captive by the heroes. there are only four of them left, with two dead and two captured. and none of them even mention the dead or the captured outside of the context of Kurogiri and his quirk.

this straight out makes no sense if you look back to the Overhaul arc and remember how far Shigaraki and the rest of them were willing to go to avenge Magne's death and Mr Compress' destroyed arm. this was important.

the event had motivated Shigaraki to be a better leader, because he had realized these people depend on him, and he won't let them be hurt under his protection. it had started the seed of self-doubt in Jin which would eventually grow to the desperation that allowed him to overcome the mental block against his quirk in the MVA arc, because he wanted to do everything he possibly could to help the League. it allowed him to make his clones despite the crippling trauma, because he saw Toga's hurt, bleeding body, and he didn't want her to die.

even fucking Giran, a broker whose very profession requires him to care about himself and his own well-being first and foremost, had sacrificed all of his fingers to prevent Redestro from getting his hands on the League. because he wants to protect them, to save them. and then we never actually see his mutilated hands or hear anything from him ever again.

and when Twice actually dies? all we get in response to that are two upset faces from Dabi and Toga's fury. that's it.

i really want to stress how out of character this barely-present reaction is, because Magne's example is right there and when Overhaul had killed her, the League knew each other for no longer than a month. this League has been together for at least half a year, had been through thick and thin together, had spent months on the run, homeless, having no one but each other to rely on, has defeated the Meta Liberation Army, quite literally, with the power of their friendship. they all cared enough about each other and Shigaraki specifically to stay with him during those months they had to fight Gigantomachia with barely any breaks for rest, still homeless, barely scraping by. it was imperative that they all survive through this together, especially for Shigaraki, who had went on this quest of getting stronger at least partly so that he would become a more reliable protector for the League. and when Twice falls victim to the hero who had murdered him in cold blood, because no one except for Dabi was there to save him, Shigaraki doesn't even get to react to Twice's death, and possibly never even learns about the fact.

on topic of Dabi, his reaction being exactly two frames of sad expressions and including the footage of Twice's murder into his broadcast, and ending immediately after that, also makes no sense. Dabi is someone who holds himself accountable and despite his declarations, cares about the League, it's the very reason he was keeping Hawks from the League and sprinted to Twice as soon as he realized Hawks' intentions with him, to protect him. Dabi's unsuccessful attempt to save Twice is another iteration of Overhaul, a combination of Shigaraki and Twice's roles in the tragedy. but unlike Shigaraki, who had steeled himself into taking care of his subordinates and becoming a responsible and strong leader, or Twice who had never forgotten about his role in the incident, Dabi just somehow forgets about the entire thing as soon as the first war is over. Toga is the one whom the narrative allows to actively react to Twice's death and express her grief. it makes sense that her reaction would be the strongest, as she was the closest with Twice, but why are two LOV members no longer allowed to care about the same incident at the same time? why aren't they allowed to protect each other anymore, when Giran, who is not even in the League, had made that sacrifice for them?

These are pretty small things, but it's these instances of Toga and Dabi preventing Machia from being injected with the sedative, protecting the League that are sorely missing in the second war.

and the biggest act of devotion and protection to the League, which was the last time we saw anything like this for them, Mister Compress' last moments with the League.

Mutilating his own body just to buy them five seconds to possibly escape. Because he loved the League, because he wanted all of them to be happy and achieve their dreams, to be free, and to live.

and in return for the favour, not only do they not come back for him like they did for Kurogiri (because his quirk is important for the plot, while Compress' isn't), but none of them mention Compress ever again. same with Twice (with the exception of Toga), same with Magne. from this point onwards, none of them are allowed by the plot to even care about the League of Villains. the interpersonal relationships between two individuals still shine through, occasionally, like Spinner's devotion to Shigaraki (and him alone), Dabi and Toga's pyromaniac trauma lane visit to her house and him giving her Twice's blood, Kurogiri reaching out to Shigaraki in the very end. but what about the League? ahd what about the dead members of the League, or Mister Compress?

somehow, at the point of the final war it boils down to the generalized conflict of heroes vs villains and the morality gymnastics involved in the concept. on its own, this would have been an okay development, if the examples the story was using to prove its point weren't people who had become very close friends and who had lost four people to this war against the heroes.

if the individual conflicts, like Toga's desperation to be acknowledged as human being deserving of affection, Dabi's familial abuse trauma and Shigaraki's lifelong manipulation by All for One not giving him any chance to be saved at all, were the finishing line of the villains' story development, why join them within the League at all? LOV is a separate concept functioning as a collective uniting all these villains, giving them a place to belong and people who give a fuck whether they live or die. except not anymore, because for some reason after the first war this concept is scratched completely.

so why not make them mere acquaintances who sometimes collaborate to bother the heroes together, if the bond between them got in the way of the story and wasn't the point of the story? why prove the depth of their bond with the Overhaul and My Villain Academia arcs? why make Shigaraki develop relationships and a sense of responsibility for these people at all, if in the very end his desire to save these people is denied by the author himself?

the previous arcs have spent a great deal of effort establishing that the villains are human too. they have human feelings, human desires and human relationships. so why is it that in the final arc their ability to experience human emotions towards each other is turned on and off manually by the author? at the very end even the author stops pretending like anything happening to the villains is evaluated on the scale of human experiences (unlike the heroes, whose injuries and deaths are talked about and mourned in great detail) and Kurogiri and Shigaraki are wiped out like plot inconveniences rather than important and well written characters.

honestly? it's ironically meta that the story ended up proving the very point it has spent 400 chapters arguing against.

[sammy-the-dead-dumpster]

I mean, listen.

This death wouldn't hurt so much if it weren't for:

-Toga committing suicide -Toga committing suicide in an exceedingly preventable way -Toga committing suicide because she felt like she wasn't meant for this society and like she had no other options, which nobody disavowed, not even Uraraka directly -So many other characters with way worse odds surviving (like Bakugou, Nagant, Edgeshot?? Dabi???) -Seriously, why did she have to die? Let her be comatose, at least?? -Hawks being all like, 'Yeah, I shouldn't have killed Twice, the villains shouldn't have to die' -Hawks being nearby at the time, right? And of the same damn blood type? -Anyone willing to help nearby, actually -Didn't they put her on the helicopter? You're telling me that Dabi survived the stretcher ride, but not Toga? -It being. so preventable. not like Dabi's path toward destruction, or Shigaraki turning his body into a vessel for a greater evil. she was just a girl who was helping someone she'd hurt. and didn't need to give up all her blood to do it. -She didn't need to give up all her blood to do it. (Bakugou survived worse. Uraraka would've been fine.) -Her being seventeen -Her death feeling so meaningless, as the theming could have been accomplished by Shigaraki's death alone, except as a conduit for Izuku and Ochako to hold hands together. Which stings. My film professor would be completely unsurprised. -Bury Your Gays -Bury Your Unconventional Love Interests (thanks, film professor!) -the frustrating positive tone of some parts of the epilogue, with no real address of the character's failures and emotional struggles -Not even Uraraka gets to monologue about what this means for her future? Izuku's just slapping an emotional bandage on this? Really? -What even is Izuku's characterization right now? -Is Shoto really the only one who more or less Saved, in addition to Winning?

[metranart]

“I must admit you picked a pretty one, real pretty girl—” Dabi's grin only grew as Hawks’s scowl deepened. “—Let me know more about your new pet, Keigo. I usually can’t shut you up,” he smirked, reaping some humor from the nasty situation. 

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader (in future chaps)

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 12)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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“She doesn’t seem particularly special,” The leader of the League of Villains had hissed. Red, bloodshot eyes set on the wicked set of photos provided by Dabi, even though he wanted to look particularly uninterested in the material, he couldn’t stop flipping through each photo over, and over again. 

“Don´t tell me,” Mr. Compress peeked from behind Shigaraki’s shoulder to have a glimpse at the material, “—does Hawks have some kind of fucked-up crush on her?”

Dabi merely smirked, shrugging his shoulders. “Don´t know, don´t care.” 

Dabi was Hawks’ contact with the league, since he had introduced him to the group with some ‘I wanna change sides bullshit’, -which no one really believed. 

Since that day, the fire-bender used to tail the winged hero to keep an eye on him, what was his surprise when he found him raping you in a dark alley, after no less than having saved you of a Nomu, earlier that same day.  

His cellphone wasn’t the best but the photos he took were quality, clear and concise. 

Dabi didn’t even have to worry about being found out since Hawks was so smitten by you— Dabi could have been sitting on a garbage can across, and he wouldn’t have noticed.

So, he printed a few copies of this magnificent evidence against the prominent hero and went down to business. 

Shigaraki finally finished browsing the pictures, to glance up at him. 

“If you don’t care—why are you showing us these?” he fanned the photos on his hand. “Do you get off like this, you, sick staple-face?” The silver-haired leader wondered, knowing that Dabi’s actions always had a second agenda.

“What I get off with isn’t your business, crusty. But I thought it would be proof enough to trust the heroic birdie’s change of sides.” He shared, calmly. Uncrossing his arms from his chest to fish his hands inside his pockets, lazily leaning against the nearest wall.  

That had caught Shigaraki’s attention. 

“It could have been consensual….” The silver-haired suggested, holding in his hand a photo where Hawks was devouring your mouth while nailing you against the cold concrete of the wall – your little hands grabbing at his shoulders for sweet support while his held you up by the hips, way too greedily, you looked cock-drunk. 

Turning it around, showed it to the rest for a more unanimous opinion.

“She’s so pretty, like a cute little doll~” Toga shared dreamily, slowly leaning closer to snatch the photo from Shigaraki who effortlessly dodged her.

“Oh! That’s not correct, they are in public, how naughty! I can’t see…” Twice looked away to immediately spin around and look back to the photo, “if they did it like that, it’s because they like to be seen… Hawks is such a dog…” his other personality kicked in, starting a hilarious fight which, everyone ignored, except for toga who constantly giggled.

“The girl looks way too naïve to be doing that consensually,” Spinner judged without giving the photo a second look, his sense of justice feeling sickened by the fake winged hero’s actions.  

“-And on top of that, she looks way too young…. probably closer to Toga’s age, don’tcha agree?” Mr. Compress stated, fascinated by the lewd images.

They could probably sell them and aside from making some good money, they would dismantle the reputation of Hawks, Mr. Number Two Hero in the country. But why would they want to do that to a possible fellow villain?  

He couldn’t help but be… intrigued.

“I say we let him into the league, this…” Mr. Compress tapped at the photo with his finger, “is a despicable act of rampant carnality against a minor, and consensual or not, it’s still a crime.” 

Dabi agreed by nodding his head once. 

“Looks like it~” Toga agreed as well and soon Twice did too. “That little birdy is a bad birdy.”

Spinner grunted an affirmation, and Shigaraki sighed annoyed before announcing. “We’ll give him a chance, now he can join our meetings and some plans…. But he’s not part of the League yet, he’s on trial.”

Everyone agreed, and Shigaraki glanced at warp user who calmly approached. 

“Kurogiri, do me a favor and inform Hawks of our decision— and personally deliver these to him,” he handed over the photos and before releasing them, said, “Tell him it’s our warm welcome gift to the League of Villains.”

Kurogiri nodded, to then disappear in the back. 

Shigaraki scratched at his neck staring at Dabi. “You are still his contact, charred face. As your oldest acquaintance as you presented him…. -If ends up betraying us, you alone must kill him.”

Dabi entertained Shigaraki’s lofty order with sadistic patience before untroubled replied a short. 

“Noted.”

-

Meanwhile, Hawks was a mess, a beating uncomfortable mess. 

Slowly his wounds were healing, even though the encounter with Dabi had been a couple of days ago. Although he still paraded with a broken lip, traces of burns on his clavicle, torso and arms. His hero suit far from salvable, all scorched and stained with dried cum, —even part of his eyebrow had turned to ashes, not to mention, how affected his wings were, he was barely able to fly.

The blond sighed, tiredly.

Having to sneak through the window of his own agency so as not to arouse suspicion among his subordinates was beginning to bother him...... —he shouldn't have gotten carried away, he knew Dabi only wanted to annoy him, enflame his blood just out of sadistic entertainment.... Yet, he was stupid enough to allow him. 

In the last couple of days, instead of patrolling he had been sitting in his office, wasting precious time just analyzing every little detail of what had transpired between you and him…. how his rut ​​had gotten out of control thanks to your quirk. 

Whatever your fucking quirk was had a ridiculous effect on his instinctual responsiveness. Everything had felt good—fucking amazing, mind-blowing, life-changing—though right now, sober and away from your numbing effect, Keigo couldn’t decide if was just your quirk deluding him into thinking your pussy was the best he’d ever had, or if it really was. 

NO! Deep inside he knew it, YOU really were just that fucking incredible. 

His instincts didn’t lie. Actually, it was taking him a monumental effort not to fly to the UA dorms and snatch you away, back to him, safe by his side. 

It’s only been three days away from you and he was already feeling hopeless. Hawk’s mind wandered back to you... and to that stupid ‘welcome gift’. 

Once again, the League of Villains gift greeted him from his desk, without a doubt, this little bastard had been the catalyst for the fight with the fire-user.

Those damn photos that laid scattered all over, screaming his crude crime at him. Mocking and equally enticing for someone as warm-blooded as Hawks. Those damn photos were grotesque, heartbreakingly brutal to his psyche, raw evidence of his brutal attack against you… he hated them— but hated even more how much he had already used them to jack himself off. 

Normally, he would have managed to tame his libido with practiced control—just his imagination to enjoy the ride. But shit it was not fucking working. 

So, just to gauge the obvious upper hand the League of Villains held on him, he thought of scrutinize the photos. He needed to analyze the evidence, yet each printed scene was brought back to life in his mind…

Your pussy gripping him so gloriously, calling him home— that tight, lovely look on your face as you buried yourself onto his lap, taking him fully in one go was fucking thrilling. 

His breath shuddered, as his patience thinned in a matter of seconds. Not even taking himself out, started to stroke himself hard and fast, nose pressed into the poor remaining of his old hero jacket, he breathed in what still lingered of your sweet scent between the fibers.

“Baby bird~” He called brokenly. “Y/N…” His eyes closed at the thought of you. 

You were so smart and funny; it skyrocketed his excitement. The thrill of having another duel of wittiness almost made him cum on the spot. 

Not to mention how well you were fit together, those perfect tits he loved to see bouncing while he breed you… your perfect ass, which look much nicer with his handprint swelling onto the skin, and your pussy—fuck, he could almost replay how tight it felt around him, how viciously grip him and milk every last fucking drop of his cum straight into your fertile womb—making him wonder perhaps, he was already a dad. 

He wouldn’t mind, the commission will deal with the public eye, as he dealt with you and his chicks. 

The mere vision of you all swelled and round with his baby ended up doing it for him. He came, hard! in thick, hot spurts, all over the photos…. ropey, white streaks now decorating each single piece of evidence. 

“Fuck,” he panted, chest heaving, limbs trembling. If he hadn’t been sitting down, his quivering knees would have failed him.  

Never has he ever spilled himself so wonderfully just by his own hand. You had him really stupefied, he idolized you, now you were his everything.

Goddamn it, he thought glaring at the stained pictures of him fucking into you. I have to add hypocrite to the list... that thought came almost automatically. He had almost maimed Dabi days ago for doing the same thing he had just done.

-

After receiving the envelope with photos, Kurogiri had disappeared into the blackness of the night leaving behind a frantic, inflamed and choleric, Takami Keigo.  

He had scanned quickly all the photos, and there was one—a close-up of your pretty face, flushed and sweaty, eyes close tight while you resisted his energetic thrusts: it was splotchy. A crusty, off-whitey stain splattered across your face in the picture.  

It felt like a blunt punch to his gut. His vision went red when at the tact, he recognized how cum looks like when it dries out.  

This was definitely Dabi´s reckless and mocking, signature.

His wings spread bristly and sharp, buzzing with anger, in a calculated jump leaped off the ground and pulled out his cellphone sending a text message.

Hawks.-

We need to talk.

Typing...

Touya.-

Sure, bucket of chicken, see you at the usual spot.

Hawks's eyes gleamed with cold rage as he sped up toward the meeting place.

“Endeavor saved the day again, with the help of hero Hawks, they rescued a student who was caught in the crossfire of a Nomu attack—” the reporter informed, while recorded scenes of the incident were played on the back. 

Dabi rested his elbows lazily on his knees as he waited for the birdman to show. He must be livid. Dabi thought, amused. His gaze analyzed the footage on the TV. Blue eyes watched Endeavor’s flames burn like a thousand suns, so intense and so irresponsible that if it weren’t for the bucket of chicken, you would have been charred— and that was, when he spotted it.

His bright blue eyes widening at the odd discovery. Rewinding it, he watched it again, and again, and again. The villain recorded every appearance of his father on the TV, to analyze it thoughtfully and so one day fry him to death, properly. 

It was a noticeable and severe, injury.

Endeavor's flames had licked at Hawks’ arm and part of his wing. Nevertheless, in the surveillance photos he had took out of a lucky strike, Hawks didn’t sport those injuries. How had he missed it?

What a peculiar oddity, the raven-haired villain thought, looking at one of the copies he kept for private usage.

The image printed on the paper was a true masterpiece. Dabi knew Hawks from way back, and the second the Hero joyfully requested to be accepted in the league of villains, claiming to the four winds that he wanted to change sides, Dabi knew he was playing the sordid spy. 

Even so, the villain played it by ear, taking advantage of what he could and discarding what was plain garbage. 

These photos, well, this were pure gold.... Hawks finally looked like the villain he pretended to be. Fucking the brains out of the poor student –whom he saved from death earlier– plunging inside your pristine pussy with ferality he had only witnessed when the blond was in heat, all of this at the commodities of some dirty alley. Your pretty face pressed against hard concrete while he carved the shape of his heroic cock deep inside you, more than ten photos supported this indecent act of Hero number two, a whole variety of sexual positions, a real feast to the eyes…. Not even Dabi himself could have done it better.  

The oldest Todoroki chuckled. Wicked gaze set on your pretty face…. What is your quirk? He wondered, obnoxiously intrigued by you.

You were like a mouse in the hawk's claws, squeaking and scurrying about ever so cutely. You had achieved what he never did, make Hawks reveal his darker side in plain light... Bravo! you deserved a standing ovation. Dabi was definitely hooked.

His fat and awfully hard cock pressed against his stomach was proof enough of how much he liked those photos, maybe he could give himself some relief before Keigo arrived, all bristle and aggressive. Dabi wished to welcome his oldest acquaintance, jacking himself off, looking at your pretty face contorted in pain and bliss. 

The smallest of smirks twisted his scarred lips when the wave of air from Hawks harsh landing, blown the skirts of his trench coat. Buh, too late…. 

“Hello there, birdy boy,” Picking the set of photos, stuffed them inside his trench coat and twirled around to meet him. “Tell me, how do you feel after getting your rocks off? —Let me be the first to tell ya, you are glowing.”

Dabi teased, proficiently. He could tell, behind those stormy, golden eyes of his, there were questions brewing. 

“—Who the fuck do you think you are, Dabi?!”

“What did I do?” the villain feigned mocking innocence, looking amusedly offended.

Hawks ignored the vile that dropped down his spine at hearing him replying so unabashedly.

“Do you have people tailing me?!” The blond growled low in his throat, “without a fucking doubt this Nomu attack was your thing-”

“Nah, nah, nah, birdy boy.” He shook his head, playfully. “That has Shigaraki’s signature all over it—don´t blame it on yours truly,” he said it like that on purpose, knowing it will unbalance him and... it did.

Dabi spared a glance his way, with that crazy look on his face he always gave when felt overly amused by a situation and continued explaining. “Dust-face wanted to test his new creation against number one hero... It turned out to be great disappointment.”

“—I bet not as disappointing as your father in you.” Keigo couldn’t stop the snarl that fell from his chest accompanying a wicked twitch on his lip. The blond was blazing with toxic anger, and Dabi entertained his punch under the belt with sadistic silence.

“After fucking a pretty student against her will in some dirty alley, one would think you'll in a better mood.” He grinned his most wicked grin. That comment had irked him. 

Takami Keigo was the only other being alive who knew about his sordid secret past, of course, that sensitive topic would eventually backfire at his face! After all, they used to tousle among the sheets during Hawks’s heats, and those kinds of topics were like their pillow talk. 

If they were a Heroic team, their name would be ‘The Daddy issues duo’. 

Dabi stared at him fully, and there was so much sadism or wickedness in what he said next, that it made his words all the more antagonizing.

“I must admit you picked a pretty one, real pretty girl—” his grin only grew as Hawks’s scowl deepened. “—Let me know more about this little cunt, Keigo. I usually can’t shut you up,” he smirked, reaping some humor from the situation. 

“Go on, I’m intrigued to know how firm her tits were, the tightness of her pussy—was she a virgin? -…” Hawks felt exasperated, almost at the verge of a fit, “... but what am I saying, of course she was! You damn criminal—”

His next words caught in his throat as Hawks rushed to him, in a vicious attack. Even been waiting for it, Dabi had trouble dodging it, his damn feathers were devilishly sharp against his staples.

A feral fight broke out, giant blue flames licked the walls of the abandoned building, thankfully the roof was already destroyed beforehand, otherwise it would have exploded, thus drawing the attention of some unwanted Hero who was patrolling around. 

Hawks viciously attacked him with precise movements, gliding around him and sneaking up to slash his chest with the long feather he was using as a sword. Dabi's agility was nothing to laugh at, anyone else would be cut in half but he only had a scratch, and the mourn of his favorite white shirt.

“You owe me a new shirt, birdbrains—”

The flame-user extended a glowing palm in preparation to attack, and Hawks fell directly into his trap, he dodged, anyway his other palm was already smoking and without preamble the raven-haired fired a puff of blazing blue flames which licked the crimson wings of the hero forcing him to take flight and stay away from him.

From up high, Keigo read the intentions in Dabi’s daring stance, as he calculated the risk of keep on teaching him a lesson. 

“You can’t just keep burning everything around you, Todoroki-” he said up high in the sky, emphasizing his last name since he knew, he hated it. Calculations had been made. 

The blond had decided he wanted to see the villain on his knees and begging for his unreachable forgiveness.

“Says who?” The white-hot glare in his turquoise eyes was as bright as the one on his palm, which smoldered into the bursting blue of flames as it lit up his fingers. “Says you? You stupid overly-sensitive pigeon—” he smirked a snort, looking up at him from the ground. Exposed chest heaving, and palms shining with dancing flames.

“Come down here with me, scared dove. I’m going to roast you! and then I’m going to find that girl, and I’m going to fuck her RAW—” Dabi spread his arms out, theatrically. The stare on his eyes more vicious from the high angle of Hawks. “I think I’ll debut her sweet, virgin asshole, it must be SO tight and warm… by the way, did you like my gift?” 

The banter in his voice made Hawks hiss a low and dangerous curse, and when he peeked down at Touya’s hot glare, those pulsing eyes shone with something beyond just mockery, something akin lust... it was, pure hunger.  

“I had forgotten to thank you Keigo,” He tilted his head tauntingly, in false courtesy. “I didn't even remember when the last time I had rub one out like that—fucking mess I did… next time, I’ll cum in her REAL face.” 

Takami Keigo just saw red, his brain snapped, instincts overcame him. He knew had to be cautious, the black-haired villain was up to something, relentlessly taunting him… nevertheless, his body attacked, unable to control himself. 

“You’re NOT allowed to mention her!” Keigo swooped towards him, “—you’re a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as her!” 

The Hero wheeled around him slicing his trench coat through the back. The black leather fabric hugging his torso slipped to one side, and the photos safely kept in his inner pocket fell to the filthy ground. Hawks's fierce gaze landed on the pictures, and that scarce moment of hesitation was more than enough for Dabi.

Dabi’s flames spread across his wings like fire on dry leaves, the hero fell to the ground, spinning around to put them out and before he could adopt a defensive stance again… Dabi was on top of him. Beautiful cerulean flames licking at his fingers, as a wicked smile stretched across that stapled face.  

“—Oops! looks like I burned your precious wings,” The manic grin on his face had only made Keigo remember his number one rule: never underestimate Dabi. 

The blond just stared up at him, doing his best to stay compose.

“You don’t seem worried…” the villain accused, “I´ve been meaning to mention this: I can't see the wounds that my piece-of-shit father left you yesterday…” the sole of his boot pressed into Hawk’s chest to moved it from side to side while pretending to check, “that’s odd—you ought to solve this riddle for me, birdbrains.”

He stomped on his charred arm making him wince, and leant down to whisper, teasingly. “Do it, and I might even reward you,” he grinned too pleased, “-by letting you suck me off, as you love to.”  

Hawks grunted low, though it wasn’t the timber he had used before, it was different. Genuine displeasure leaked into his voice. “I don’t do that on purpose—”

“Yes, you, fucking do!” Dabi stressed, squatting down over his chest, hovering over the injured Hero. Fingers tensed as flames licked their tips. “Don't know if you heard blondie, but when you are in heat, it´s like if you were made to be fucked and breed by yours truly.”  The broad smirk that shifted his metallic staples made Keigo shift uncomfortably.  

Dabi was actually frustrating him. Hawks just wanted to erase that sly smile from his lips, too sly and self-indulgent, almost as if.... Oh!

To Dabi’s surprise, Hawks started to giggle- it seemed genuine. A real laugh. The blond couldn’t help it. His hunch was awfully hilarious.  

“Is that it, Dabi... really?” he asked, scoffing. A lonely brow raised on the fire-bender’s face, holding something close to bewilderment. “Are you really that jealous that now I have a mate, and I´ll no longer need you to help me with my ruts?” he kept on giggling, openly ignoring Dabi’s deadpanned frown “—how lame…” 

Dabi mumbled something intelligible to then snort and shrug, flatly. Shaking his head while straightening up, and not even a second apart, the kicks began. Each time harder to make sure he hurt the blond, his face never losing the same mask of boredom and indifference he was known for.  

“Don’t flatter yourself, hero imitation, you’re just a cumdump to me…” he informed, almost bored. “A flesh-light, if you prefer. It amuses me to see you squirm like a whore under my touch—"

Dabi wrinkled his nose, and Hawks chuckled, a teasing, annoying sound that only served to make Dabi hiss. 

“Nah, Touya’s jealous of a little schoolgirl,” the blond boasted, “…c’me here, and I’ll even gift you a kiss, so you can stop crying—” 

The blond taunted him sporting a broken lip, blows adorned his jaw, singed wings, and dirty and emaciated suit... Yet, his smile was devastatingly bewitching as he held out his arms, inviting the villain to take the space in between them. 

Dabi snarled, straddling his body once again and delivering withering blows. 

“—I’ll burn that fucking smirk of your ridiculous face, shitty hero.”  

No doubt Hawks knew how to rattle the Todoroki, not many had the ability to make his blood boil.  Hawks covered from the strikes with his forearms, and in a twist, he swiped his leg making Dabi stumble upon himself.

“Don't go around falling for me, Touya-” Keigo shared in all sarcasm and giggles only to receive a square punch in the face. 

Dabi sighed, fed off. “Not everyone is in love with you, you self-centered idiot.” He spat, grabbing Hawk’s jaw inside his fist. “That's why I hate heroes, they fall in love with their own legend—” the flame-user tightened his hand around his jaw and without letting go, hauled him up to face him.

“I'm intrigued, not jealous, you narcissistic jerk... there's a huge, gigantic difference …” Dabi sounded threatening and Keigo’s mouth shaped in the form of an ‘o’ as if realizing the true colors behind Touya’s actions, and just when he thought he had him figured out— his lips slammed against his in a coppery flavored kiss.  

COMING SOON PART 12....

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[atlasofoverthinking]

The Problem with the League of Villains

this is just me ranting after reading many people say that the lov deserved a better ending (i agree with them don't worry). most of that stuff has already been said but i'm bored and need something to write

so why is everyone disappointed?

by definition, an antagonist is someone that goes against the main character(s) and a villain is someone who does immoral and/or illegal things (wow, shocking)

so by definition, the league of villains is aptly named. shigaraki and dabi are mass murderers, toga is a killer too, and even if the others are 'less dangerous' they're all guilty of terorism and kidnapping a teenager.

not nice, right? then why would anyone would want them to have a good ending?

long story short: horikoshi made the league too sympathetic and relatable

when horikoshi has decided to make them funny, he's decided to make them likeable. that's not enough though. you can find a fictional villain funny and not root for them (for some reason the examples that comes to my mind are the disney villains. captain hook is hilarious but no one wants him to win)

the cause of everyone's disappointment is the relatable part. everyone in the league has gone through stuff viewers can relate. touya, shigaraki and toga have been abused; twice has mental health issues (and stuggling to get a job is relatable too lmao); spinner has been discriminated against... you get the idea

and even without knowing their backstory, most of the league's fights can be considered noble: they want to change society and make the world a better place. to take a more precise example, the league kidnapped bakugou because they thought he had gone through similar struggle as them

(this is mr compress talking in chapter 85) as far as i've seen, most of the fandom either think bakugou being chained and muzzled at the end of the sport festival was just comic relief or agree that it was fucked up

so yeah, you can't put a group of people rejected by society, who just want a better world and expect people to not like them

and that's why their ending is disappointing (the rest contains heavy spoilers of the last few chapters of mha)

they're all either in jail or six feet underground. we rationally could understand it, they're all criminals/villains so of course they wouldn't get a happy ending and face consequences for their actions. the only one who could have gotten away with it is shigaraki because of all the grooming/brainwashing he's gone through and maybe toga because she's a child

but if you relate to a character, you want them to get a happy ending. of course fans would want dabi to be at peace, but instead he's forced to spend his last moments being stared at by his abuser). of course fans would want shigaraki to be free from afo (but instead his only freedom was death). of course fans would want toga to be understood and cared for (but she never had that opportunity)

that's not very 'save to win' out of you horikoshi

maybe it's just a shortcut made by the fandom, but the league are seen more as victims of abuse than actual criminals. i mean, what's more important in dabi's story? the fact that he burned himself alive after overworking himself to get his abusive father's attention, or the fact that he's burned people alive? probably both, but there's more focus on the first element.

and obviously we would want abuse victims to get a happy ending

basically, their ending isn't coherent with what we've seen of them, and that's why people are disappointed

btw, the same logic applies to stain. some fans agree with stain's reasoning bc he's fighting against corruption. of course, his logic is stupid and he's delusional but he's introduced not long after we've discovered shouto's past. you can't say "one of the most popular heroes is abusing + all he wants is to get n°1 to satisfy his own ego" and then follow with "see that guy fighting against corruption? he's bad, don't do that"

the clever way to make sure no one would agree with stain would have been to make the heroes fight against injustice with good methods. i live for the fanfics in which izuku takes down the hpsc

okay i'm done ranting thanks for reading

[animekpopsimp]

I would like to do a request!

Head canons for Dabi, Hawks, Bakugo, Kirishima, and Aziawa with a civilian lover/partner?😩🫶 Maybe you could also add on how their friends react? I think it would be funny.👀

Plus any other you might wanna throw in <3

Ooh, I like this idea

Having a Civilian partner

Dabi

It comes as a surprise that Dabi would be willing to date anyone

Let alone a civilian

But being in a relationship with him means you've got a very protective villain boyfriend

Since you're a civilian, it's most likely that you either don't have a particularly strong quirk, or your quirk less

Regardless, Dabi will raise hell the moment you're in danger

He keeps you away from his villain work for the most part, but the others do eventually find out about you

Shigaraki is hesitant to trust you, but seeing your loyalty to Dabi, he learns to tolerate your presence

Kurogiri is more friendly, if not a little quiet

Toga really likes you since she's the only female member in the League of Villains

You may not be a part of their group, but she likes spending time with you

Twice likes you a lot as well, despite his conflicting statements at times

Spinner is indifferent

Hawks

Hawks absolutely adores you

You may not be a hero like him, but he doesn't care

Sure he may be judged for being in a relationship with a civilian, but he doesn't care

The fact that you're a civilian makes him want to protect you

He's especially on edge when the two of you are out in public since he knows that some villains might try to take advantage of how much he cares for you

He'll have an arm wrapped around you, keeping you close

When there's paparazzi around, he'll hide your face with his wings so they can't see you

Mirkou is the first of his friends you meet, and she instantly takes a liking to you

She tells you that if Hawks ever upsets you to come to her and she'll handle it

You met Endeavour by accident, and it didn't go well

He doesn't really respect you and Hawks' relationship, but you don't pay attention to that

At least you get along with one of his friends

Though you don't notice the person watching you, covered in scars....

Bakugo

Bakugo came off a standoffish when he meets you

He used to look down on people who weren't aiming to become heroes, but over time he's become a better person

Eventually, he finally admits that he likes you, and soon, the two of you are in a relationship

You ask about his friends, and he tells you he doesn't have any friends in his class

Kirishima would beg to differ

You end up meeting his classmates by accident when the two of you are out on a date

The Bakusquad notice the two of you and are shocked to see him with you

Mina runs up to the both of you, teasing Bakugo about the fact that he has a girlfriend

Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are all joining in as well

To be honest, they don't even realize that you weren't a hero in training

They really don't care

Mina immediately wants to be best friends since she's the only girl in the friend group

Meanwhile Kirishima, Sero, and Denki are asking you about any embarrassing stories you can tell the about Bakugo

Your boyfriend drags you away after that

Kirishima

You met Kirishima during middle school

He asked you our right before he began attending UA, promising that your relationship would last

Despite the two of you attending two different schools, you still meet up often

He doesn't try and hide your relationship, in fact, he mentions it to his friends when they ask if he's in a relationship

Mina,Denki, and Sero are all super excited, asking if they could ever meet you

Bakugo could care less

Kirishima decided to take his friends to meet you

Of course Bakugo is dragged along despite his protests

Mina immediately takes a liking to you and asks you a lot of questions

Denki and Sero are teasing Kirishima playfully

And Bakugo is staying silent

None of them judge you for not wanting to be a hero

Not even Bakugo

Aizawa

Aizawa doesn't care if you're a hero or civilian

Though he does enjoy the peace that being in a relationship with a civilian brings since you aren't in the spotlight

Though since he is a hero, he's often busy

But he always finds a way to spend time with you regardless

He doesn't talk much about his hero work since he wants to keep it separate from his life as a hero

Aizawa is very caring, even if he can come off a cold sometimes

Though you're one of the few people who has seen his soft side

He often worries that due to his hero work, you'll be targeted

Because of that, he can be a bit protective

He also, doesn't tell a lot of people about you. Not even his friends

Though they do eventually find out

Present Mic and Midnight insist on meeting you and eventually, Aizawa relents

Midnight immediately takes a liking to you, complimenting how pretty you are

She tells you that if Aizawa ever hurts you, she'll take care of him

Present Mic spends most of the time teasing your boyfriend

Needless to say they both adore you

[scary-grace]

(secret) santa, baby - part 7 of a shigaraki x f!reader fic

Shigaraki doesn't want to participate in the office's Secret Santa exchange, but when Toga promises to make it easy on him, he gives in. But making it easy for him makes it a lot harder for you -- you're the one who got his list. Office AU, no quirks. A fic in 12 parts. Divider by @ wcnderlnds

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi part vii part viii

part vii (staying in)

“I think everyone else is asleep,” you say, glancing around Toga’s living room. “We can probably turn this off.”

“Still awake,” Spinner says from the armchair, which he stole when Magne left after the end of the third movie. “I’m watching.”

“Yeah? What just happened?” Tomura asks.

“He’s giving everybody weird haircuts,” Spinner says. Close enough. “I have to pay attention. Aiba likes this guy’s movies. She says he’s –”

He yawns. “Nostalgic. I’m watching.”

“Okay, but nobody else is,” you say. “Shouldn’t we call it?”

Tomura glances around the room. Magne left after making everybody sit through Love Actually and Twice left midway through Die Hard because he gets scared of sleeping in other people’s houses, which leaves Toga, the girl she invited, Spinner, Dabi, Tomura, and you. Of everybody who’s left, only you and Tomura can be said to actually be awake. Spinner’s yawning on every other breath, Toga and the girl are cuddled up in the same beanbag, snoring, and Dabi drank too much eggnog and was out like a light before they’d even finished Krampus. You and Tomura are definitely outnumbered.

It’s not like Tomura isn’t tired. Tomura’s really tired. He feels the heaviness in his limbs and the yawns tightening his jaw, but his mind is wide awake, and he’s going to pay attention to every second of the movie you picked. Since he gave up forcing everybody to watch Gremlins in favor of your movie, he wants to make sure it was worth it, and he wants to know exactly what happened in case you want to talk about it afterwards. He’s hoping you do. He’s not ready for you to leave yet.

Tomura wasn’t sure about seeing you outside of work, but then he decided it would help him figure things out. Seeing you around the office is one thing. For him to know if he likes you, he has to know what you’re like outside of work, so he can decide if he’d want to hang out with you then, too. Tomura’s not good at this whole liking-people bullshit. If there was some kind of life skills class where everybody learned it, he probably missed it while he was being homeschooled or in juvie. By the time he got out, halfway through high school, everybody already knew what they were doing. Tomura just has to fumble through somehow.

You make it feel less like fumbling. It makes more sense to Tomura when you’re sitting next to him, roasting Love Actually just like he is, actually paying attention during the horror movie he picked instead of drinking straight through it. You pay attention to things, notice them, just like Tomura’s Secret Santa notices stuff about him. Tomura feels less weird about being noticed than he used to.

But he doesn’t want to just sit here noticing and getting noticed all night long. He wants to talk to you about something that’s not work or whatever dumb Christmas thing is happening, and he can only manage half. “Is this really the first movie you thought of when I said you could pick one?”

“I was trying to pick one you all would like,” you say. Something about that reminds Tomura of the way you wrote your wish list. “I do like this one, though. Some people think it’s stretching it to call it a Christmas movie, but it’s all leading up to Christmas, so I count it.”

Movies that can only be called Christmas movies if Tomura’s stretching it are his favorite kind of Christmas movies. “Why do you like it when it’s going to be sad?”

You glance sideways at him. “What makes you think it’s going to be sad?”

“The grandma telling the story is the main girl when she’s old, and she’s telling it past tense,” Tomura says. You nod. “Besides, he’s – like that. No way is that working out well for anybody.”

“But it could,” you counter. “You might be right about how the story goes, but there’s nothing in the story that says it has to be that way.”

Tomura thought you were awake, but maybe you’re sleepier than he thought. “You mean, other than the whole story so far?”

“I mean –” You trail off. “In some stories, there’s obstacles that can’t be overcome. Like somebody being dead, or something being too wrong to work. And in some stories the obstacles are a choice, kind of. Those are the ones I like.”

Tomura’s played games where choices matter. Somehow he always stumbles into the bad ending, and knowing that there’s a good ending out there that he was too stupid to get makes it even worse. If you like those stories, you’re probably better at making choices than he is. Still – “If the end’s the same, why does it matter?”

“Well –”

“Hey, can you save the philosophy until after the movie?” Spinner yawns. “I’m still trying to watch.”

Tomura gives it five minutes until Spinner passes out, and he’s only off by about thirty seconds or so. Now it’s just the two of you awake, watching the weird movie you picked. Tomura’s trying hard to watch the movie, but just like he keeps getting the song you sang stuck in his head, he keeps getting stuck looking at you.

The movie ends like Tomura thought it would – sadly, but not surprisingly – and he glances at you. “You’re going to say she could have chosen to stay with him,” Tomura says, and you nod. “Why would she do that? When he’s – like that –”

Tomura doesn’t get why he’s being squeamish about calling it like it is. The main character’s ugly. Scary. Nothing anybody wants to touch. “Maybe she likes him how he is,” you say. You’re not looking at the screen anymore. You’re looking at Tomura. “There’s nothing about the story that says she couldn’t have picked him. There’d have been consequences, but there are always consequences. And I guess that’s why it’s sad. Knowing it could have been the other way just as easily.”

You look away from Tomura, and even though he usually hates being looked at, he sort of misses it. “I guess it’s good that everybody fell asleep,” you say. “This doesn’t really seem like a sad-Christmas crowd.”

“Sad Christmas makes more sense than happy Christmas,” Tomura says before he can really think about it. “It never made sense to me, except –”

Making friends. Spending the holidays with them instead of wondering why everybody but him got to celebrate with people they mattered to. And he’ll never admit it to Toga, or anyone, but the Secret Santa thing is kind of fun. He likes leaving stuff for you and seeing how you react. Almost as much as he likes getting things from whoever his Secret Santa is.

“Yeah,” you say, like he’s explained it all out loud. Maybe he’s tired enough that he has and just didn’t realize. “I can see that.”

You’re doing that noticing thing again. Tomura keeps looking at you, trying to notice you back, but the longer the two of you look at each other, the weirder it starts to feel between you. Like there’s something more that needs to happen. Tomura steels himself, braced for whatever you do or to act as soon as he has an idea of what to do.

And then you look away. “It’s late. I should go.”

“You could stay,” Tomura says. “None of us except Toga live here, and we’re all sleeping over.”

You look like you’re thinking about it. Tomura can think of a lot of reasons why you should – it’s late, it’s cold, it’s probably a long way to your apartment, you’d basically have to wake up again by the time you got home – but before he can say any of them, you nod. “Okay. Where should we sleep?”

You end up with your heads at opposite ends of the couch, under the same blanket. Both of you rustle around, knees knocking together as you try to settle in. You fall asleep faster than Tomura does. There’s no way he can imagine you tangling your legs up with his if you were awake, and Tomura’s so focused on trying to live with being this close to someone that the question of whether he likes you is answered definitively offscreen. It’s something he wakes up with. Just like he wakes up still sharing the couch with you.

<- part vi part viii ->

[commander-revan]

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Dabi feels post dance and the Paranormal Liberation War in regards to losing Twice and Compress all in the same day.

Obviously he's ecstatic that he finally got to reveal himself, got to see his father face the consequences of his neglect, and tell the whole world about what a piece of shit the Number One hero is to his own family.

But after those scenes, despite all the recent promotional art of him smiling, he doesn't actually seem happy. In some cases it even seems like he's doing worse mentally.

We missed out on a lot in not getting to see how the remaining League members feel immediately after that battle. We don't even get to see Shigaraki acknowledge losing Twice and Compress, if he even knows what happened to them with AFO trying to take him over.

All we really get are these panels when AFO is breaking other villains out of prisons around Japan. And he and Spinner just look so exhausted.

Dabi is clearly upset about losing Twice given his confrontation with Hawks, but after that we don't see him talk about it at all. We do see him with this look when Compress brings up that he believes Twice died, but Dabi doesn't even mention that he was there with him in his final moments.

He just immediately switches gears and decides to focus all of his energy into hunting down Endeavor, kickstarting his plans for revenge much earlier than he expected.

The only other time we see him mention Twice is this moment with Toga (this scene is also the only time we see him smile post reveal and before the war).

We get even less when it comes to Mr. Compress, even though Dabi seemed the closest to him out of everyone in the League. Nothing gets said at all about him. Compress helps Dabi escape and tucks him away with Spinner before he sacrifices himself for them. But I don't think Dabi knew what Compress was really doing, that he wouldn't be coming back with them.

I also don't think the world had the reaction Dabi was hoping for after releasing his reveal video. Sure some people lost faith, and there was a press conference, but ultimately Endeavor didn't face any consequences. It confirmed what Dabi already knew, that nobody cares and heroes will continue to get away with anything in this society.

After this, in the few scenes he's in before the war, he just has blank stares.

Or he's annoyed that AFO isn't letting him go after Endeavor immediately.

He doesn't care about taking down the world, or AFO's plans, he's just impatient to kill his father and ultimately himself. Like Shoto said, he's been ready to die from the start. And I think losing the people he was closest to in the League only exacerbated his fatalistic mindset.

With Twice dead, Compress in prison, Shigaraki being possessed, and with what happened to Spinner, it's really just him and Toga left. He doesn't have a reason to really stick around for anyone anymore.

Which just makes me wonder if he blames himself. He's the one who brought Hawks in after all. If it wasn't for that, Twice and Compress might still be around, they might still have their base, their army. They lost everything, and he's partially to blame.

He's been deemed a failure since he was a child, by Endeavor, by AFO after his three-year coma. And then he failed in protecting the League, in judging how much of a threat Hawks actually was. He only brought Hawks in once they had formed the PLF. He thought with numbers behind them Hawks couldn't touch them when/if he turned on them. And he definitely didn't think that Hawks would actually kill anyone. But he was wrong.

In the end, he got exactly what he wanted, but I don't think he ever expected that the League would pay the price for it. Along with everything with his family, he might think that he deserves to die for what happened. For failing the people closest to him one last time.

[augustifolia]

“I bet on losing dogs” but it’s the League of Villains.

No disrespect to Horikoshi. I genuinely feel like he was just tired and trying to wrap BNHA up. But the ending made no sense and made the entire series seem like it was for nothing.

Whether you love the League or hate them, you have to admit that killing all of them and imprisoning the remaining two is a shitty wrap to each of their stories. Like genuinely, they have actual backgrounds and real goals. I’m not saying he had to please the fans of every character, but killing them off with no resolution? All of them? And hero society didn’t become any less economy based and judgemental.

Between Magne, then Twice, why did they have to keep killing them off one by one? Those character deaths were sad, but the plot could at least carry on. An entire antagonist group was just wiped from the world.

Realistically, none of them are quiet. Especially not Dabi or Tomura. You KNOW that if they were given the chance within Tartarus walls, they would yap everyones ear off on how unfair the world was, and that no matter how hard they worked no change was made whatsoever. Plus, they’d have people there who’d listen to them. Endeavor, a character that I don’t particularly like at all, could finally *actually* atone for 20+ years of abuse. He has #1 hero money that could have kept him alive. Not to mention that Touya wasn’t supposed to live the first time around, but he did. Since Enji’s disabled now he could help Touya get his word out or something. Idk, anything is more than killing them all off.

And Tomura would have Midoriya at his side the entire time. You think Deku would throw him in prison and be done with him? No! He made a connection someone a lot like him, but was never given the chance to become anything else. I feel like the more Tomura would rant to him, the more Deku would want to help him. That was the whole point of not killing him sooner. He wasn’t *supposed* to die. The foreshadowing in previous seasons would have suggested there was more in store for him than death when Nana Shimura tested Deku.

You *know* Deku would’ve helped him, and eventually started a rehab facility or something. Deku’s whole deal is that he can empathize with almost anyone. And he *did*, so why couldn’t we pull more on that?

Like, they do quirk counseling for kids. Think about how many League members didn’t get that? Really think. Enji probably taught Touya himself. Tenko had *just* developed a quirk when he pretty much started his villain arc. if Toga had proper quirk counseling don’t you think they would have A) found out that her quirk would naturally give her a fascination with blood or B) given her alternatives for the natural bloodlust her quirk gave her? I know it’s not their quirks fault for their behavior, but it explains what lead them there. You know, the difference between a sociopath and a psychopath (*cough cough* AFO).

More on that, if a quirk rehab existed beforehand then Twice could’ve gone there after his accident. It would help him cope with being convinced he might be a double, hence saving him from the loneliness that the judgement of society left him in.

Like SPINNER. Society was judgemental over something he couldn’t even control (quirk + racism = quirkism?). All he wanted was a safe world for heteromorphs, leading him to the league. I don’t think he would specifically benefit from quirk rehab, but the point is that he very obviously wanted change for the better and he didnt even get that.

They aren’t saints whatsoever, but I feel like it should’ve been acknowledged that they *did* have goals. I could write a novel on this alone, but I feel like at some point you’ll get tired of hearing me yap 😅

[moodyvoid]

You’re dating Dabi and you want to meet his parents and he wants to keep up his facade with you that he’s not part of the infamous league of villains, so Magne and Mr. Compress dress up and act like his Mom and Dad.

Magne, glaring: “So, what are your intentions with my son?”

Dabi: “A little less intense, Mag.”

Magne: “Show a little respect... Call me Mommy.”

Dabi: “not a chance in hell—“

Mr. Compress: “Wanna see a magic trick?”

Dabi: “No, they don’t want to see a magic trick, Mr.— Dad.”

Mr. Compress pulls a bouquet of roses out of thin air and hands it to you.

Magne, opening a photo album: “Would you like to see his mugshots— I mean, his vacation photos?”

Dabi: “No— Why do you have those?”

—Later on that night—

You: “Your parents are very interesting. Different than I expected.”

Dabi: “I’m adopted.”

You: “I loved meeting your siblings, too.”

Dabi: “My what—“

Twice and Toga both waving from the front door.

Twice: “Nice meeting you!!— You could do way better!”

Toga: “Bring them back soon, Dabi! They’re cooler than you!”

Dabi, deadpanning: “Oh, yeah… my siblings.”

[fatkish]

Could you please do a yandere mha react to oblivious wife reader please?

Since you didn’t specify characters, I’m just going to do Bakugou, Hawks, Tomura and Dabi. Also, I hope you don’t mind but I’ll be making it a/b/o. As I wrote this, it kinda just turned into the Alpha omega relationship between you guys, oops<3

Yandere Alphas Bakugou, Hawks, Tomura, and Dabi x Oblivious Omega Reader

Bakugou:

You are not allowed anywhere near any Alphas or Betas and Omegas must be pre-Approved by him

You’re not allowed to leave the house without him by your side.

The only non-omega allowed near you is Kirishima

He won’t let you cook with knives or handle hot things, he’ll let you stir the pot or help him in the kitchen but you’re not allowed to cook alone

The only things you’re allowed to ‘cook’ are microwaveable foods

No oven or stove for you

He might seem controlling but he explains it all as him protecting you and you accept it

He loves snuggling with you and constantly scents you to the point you can hardly smell your own scent

He smells like caramel and spice, like spicy pepper not like nutmeg or something

Hawks:

Anything you could ever want or need is already provided for you so there’s no need to go anywhere

You want to go outside? Okay, but you gotta stay within arms reach, or better yet, just let him carry you

He’s such a good alpha right? Always taking care of you so you don’t have to lift a finger

Loves when you preen his wings as a thank you for taking such good care of him

He won’t let you cook for him, if you do, he has to be in the room with you

Hawks secretly sneaks feathers into your clothes so you constantly have his scent on you

He’ll switch out these feathers so that he’ll have the ones that smell like you

His scent is similar to buttermilk pancakes and fried chicken

Tomura:

You’re naturally a homebody which is perfect for him

You don’t even notice that he slowly started to let you leave less and less often

You thought he was just looking out for you

If there’s a new manga/anime you want or if there’s a new game you want to play, don’t worry, he’ll go get it

You have Toga go buy you some sheet face masks, bath salts, body lotion and other stuff so you can pamper Tomura as a surprise

You take care of his skincare and help him with his scratching since he’s such a good alpha and you want to return the favor

Tomura loves having you pamper him

He enjoys taking baths with you and having spa days

He acts like it’s annoying but it actually helps his skin

You’ll give him full body massages with super hydrating lotions

He’ll be completely relaxed and best of all, you put his artists gloves on so he can hold you

He smells like old books, and petrichor with a hint of floral

Dabi:

Your anxiety makes you the perfect omega for him

All he has to do is coddle you and enable you to stay in your comfort zone

Don’t worry about anything, he’ll keep you safe and bring you whatever you need

If you want to try to leave the house, he’s coming with, he stays by your side at all times scaring off anyone who tries to interact with you

You’re constantly treating his burns and helping him with his staples and such

He won’t admit it but he loves being taken care of since he thinks it’s so cute

He’ll growl at the league members who try to go near you

The only member allowed to be with you is Twice

He smells like pine wood smoke and wintergreen mint with a hint of musk

(Hope you enjoyed)

[quirkwizard]

The Villains Aren't Alright

Recently, I got an ask talking about certain misconceptions that people have about the series. As I was thinking about it, I was starting to realize that a lot of what I was listing off talked about the villains. Specifically, how many people say they are in the right. Obviously, this isn't about characters like Muscular, Overhaul, or All For One. They are meant to be more overtly villainous. I'm talking more about the more "Societal Rebels" of the manga. Characters like Stain, the MLA, and especially the League of Villains.

The MLA wants the freedom to use Quirks. That the usage of a Quirk is a basic human right. It's a nice sentiment on paper and gets close to the right idea. That people need to be more active and try and help in ways they can't. The issue comes in how far they want to go. They want unrestricted usage of all Quirks. As if that wouldn't result in everything collapsing within seconds. You need those restrictions to keep any kind of normal and societal cohesion. Even if it's just fighting villains, using your Quirks without any proper training is dangerous and stupid. You need people like the heroes, those who are trained to actually use their powers and handle villains to help out. Not only that, but it's an ideology that is breeding ground for more dangerous ideas. Stuff like Geten's ideas of people with strong Quirks standing at the top or Re-Destro's ideas about how your Quirk determines who you are as a person. That's the kind of thing you get when you define everything by Quirks.

Stain is another example. Again, you can understand where he's coming from. That some people shouldn't be pro-heroes and that the system is corrupt. This is still a flawed mindset, though. And it's not just because he's killing and mutilating people to do it. It's the Stain's ideology is so dogmatic to the point only two people can be heroes. Not only is that woefully impractical, but it ignores so much of the nuance of people. Like how people need money to support and incentivize people to be heroes. That doing that hero work still helps people regardless of the motivation. It ignores good and talented heroes, such as the original Ingeiunm being one of the nicest and most competent heroes we've seen, or people's ability to change, like how Mount Lady grew out of her shallow mindset into a proper hero. So I don't think the story says Stain is right in what he does. If anything, it's meant to show the darker aspects of All Might's mythologizing. To set such impossible standards that no one could meet them.

Then there are the League of Villains. Look, these villains have suffered, and they have a right to be upset. There's no denying that. But that doesn't necessarily make them right. It's not just about action, of which there are plenty you could point to that cements them as villains, but motivation. Let's start with some of the easy ones. Namely, Mr. Compress, Twice, and Spinner. Mr. Compress says he wants to fight against the corrupt system like his ancestor, but neither his actions nor his words reflect that. His joining the league seems more of an excuse to show off his skill and power. Twice is only motivated to help the League out of a sense of acceptance, but that's it. It's hard to say he's motivated by any kind lofty goal as much as he is a guy who is in a constant state of being screwed over or taken advantage of by everyone. Spinner wants to follow Stain's ideology, but that falls to the side in favor of following Tomura. Even in the face of something like the mutant crisis, he couldn't care less about any of it. He's less a rebel and more radicalized bandwagoner who lost sight of what he was fighting for.

The real big ones that people talk about are Tomura, Toga, and Dabi. Tomura wants to dismantle the society that neglected him, but his core motivation and goal is to just destroy everything. He hates everything, ergo, he is going to destroy it. There is no other goal or plan than that. Toga wants to be able to be herself, but that involves killing and drinking whomever she wishes. She could not care less about the people she hurts as long as she gets her fix. Dabi wants to expose Endeavor because of the neglect he endured, but only wants to do it to make Enji suffer. He's not looking for any real justice and will hurt anyone to get his satisfaction, including people who were just as many victims as him, like Shoto. The point I'm trying to make is that the villains aren't rebels trying to fight against an unjust world. The most you can say about the League is that they're lashing out at whatever hurts them and will not stop until they get some satisfaction. They are right in the sense society has an issue, but that doesn't make them justified because what they do doesn't solve anything.

Because at the end of the day, what is there to be gained from hurting these random people? Nothing. It doesn't help anything, not even the League itself, at least with how the League is doing it. Tearing everything down helped in the long run, but that was never the goal. Which I feel like is a bit of a trend with the villains: people who have understandable ideas, but their extremism and warped perspective of it ends up not doing more harm. What I'm saying is that it's important to separate the motivation from the action. While the villains can and should be understood and empathized with, their actions still cement them as in the wrong. It was tragic what happened to them, it shouldn't happen again, and society should change to help people like them before things go wrong. But that responsibility lies with the heroes, who need to reach out and try to change things, and that doesn't make the villains right or justify their actions. Because that isn't what the villains are after. They are people out here for their own goals and motivations. Understandable yet destructive goals that do not improve anything. That's what makes them villains.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

One to Start, Two to...

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by an anonymous user. It's been years since the League won the war and took over Japan. Years of them working to rebuild a government and ensure the future they always dreamed of stays in their grasp. And, maybe, Dabi and Tomura have been working a lot. Maybe they do need a break, but Dabi can still be a little annoyed that he's being shipped off on vacation by force. Fine. Whatever. At least his dom has a few very good ideas about how they can pass the time.

Contents: BDSM, TPE, sub training, coming on command, begging, overstimulation, praise kink, collars, clicker training, blowjobs, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, anal fingering, anal sex, cum as lube, creampie

Word Count: 7,785

Winning the war looked a lot less like a war, and a lot more like... a coupe. Dabi really hadn't expected that. But then again, he hadn't expected Shigaraki to come back to them mere hours after he was supposed to leave for his four month long treatment, holding the doctor's head in one hand, and demand that they start putting together a squad to bring him to Tartarus so that he could destroy it and his teacher inside in one fell swoop. They had talked him down from that while they figured out if whatever the doctor injected in him was going to do long-term damage, but thankfully, there were other medics in the PLF and they had gotten him snuck into a hospital and helped him to get fixed up. And when he was clear-headed again, Shig had told the League that Ujiko had been trying to groom him into being AFO's next body, and that he had felt his teacher starting to exert his influence on his mind when he started going into the suspended animation, and had rebelled against all of the drugs and shattered the tube before he could be completely sedated. He wanted AFO's real body killed so he wouldn't be able to make that transfer between them. 

So they got him better, finished getting their troops ready, and they struck. Going for Tartarus first was not what anyone was expecting from them, and Dabi is glad that they had decided to act within days of Shig breaking away from AFO's control, because as they moved, it became clear that the heroes, led by the worst fucking spy Dabi had ever met, were deciding to mobilize as well while Shig wasn't around. So they hit their bases-- and left all of the public infrastructures open as the PLF was away, taking over the government, destroying the HPSC, and tearing down their agencies. And even without being a nomu, Shigaraki was so much more powerful with what little access he had to the All For One quirk, and after stealing Johnny's, it really didn't take much for them to be zapping around the country to get done what they needed to. Duster might have puked his guts out teleporting people everywhere while he was hanging on to Tartarus and making sure that everyone inside of the building, but especially his teacher, turned to dust, but it was more than effective in the end. He, Toga, and Jin had gone to the Tochō and had held everyone hostage as Dabi aired his video and put the public even more on their back-foot as he challenged his father to come to the building and fight him personally. He would kill him in front of the entire world. 

And he did. Not without a hell of a fight. Not without getting badly burned. Not without thinking that he was gonna die. But he hadn't because Toga and Twice had been there in the immediate aftermath. He made a double of Dabi so that Toga could drink his blood, and then she'd given him a transfusion to keep him alive until Shigaraki was able to teleport him for medical care. And he'd been out for months in a tank of his own, not becoming a nomu, but getting healed as much as he could. And during those months, the fighting, apparently, was swift, decisive, and brutal. Shigaraki had all of the rest of the top ten gathered and he executed them one-by-one onstage, ending with Hawks who he burned instead of Decaying in Dabi's honor, since he knew that Dabi would have wanted to kill the double agent himself if he'd been able to. 

That still didn't break the other heroes and those who still wanted to fight, but the PLF had people in every industry in Japan, and it was easy for them to continue to spread discontent, for them to find the families of the most staunch do-gooders, and bring them on-stage for execution next. And of course those heroes rushed in to save them. And of course, with their numbers, the nomu, Twice, and Shigaraki, they were able to capture their enemies. Duster was more merciful once the government caved after that, one he became king and he killed the heroes from America who were sent to try and stop him, and he just took every quirk that anyone who opposed him had. It had been a complete accident that he'd taken the brother quirk to One For All from the freckled kid Toga liked, but doing that had stabilized both quirks and made him all the more powerful, no nomuification necessary. 

Dabi slept through all of that, and when he woke it was to the new king of Japan asleep with his head on the edge of Dabi's hospital bed, the country in transition to his power, and the realization that he was going to live to see it all. 

That was five years ago. Four years of destroying any skirmishes that cropped up, changing the government structure, legislation, making Japan different. Theirs. It was four years of hard work and there wasn't really any way that would ever stop, running a country doesn't ever stop, the work just changes. But the changes now are aiming to make sure that there are systems in place that will hold up even when the League isn't around. They won't be forever, but they do want to ensure that the government they're building will outlive them. That means that they can't be the only ones in charge forever, and very slowly, they loosen their hold on the reigns in the hope that they didn't completely fuck this up the way so many of them have fucked up everything else in their lives. And over two months, six, ten, things don't fall apart. He and the rest of the League are still wary of assassination attempts, but Japan is... stable. It's alright, the world doesn't collapse. 

And it's when they're finally letting up a little, Shigaraki asks to see him for something other than work. Dabi is so glad that Shig teleported them out of the palace without telling the others where they were going, because if they were anywhere in earshot when Shigaraki confessed to him and heard the absolutely indignant squeak that came out of him as he finally realized why Shig kept him as his right-hand man and went through so much trouble to keep him alive, he never would have lived it down. He also wouldn't have lived it down when he had stuttered out something about being flattered but not feeling the same way, only for Shigaraki to smile at him and tell him that he would, and then invite him to have dinner. He had been entirely sure things would be weird after that, that Shig would be annoyed, or hurt by the rejection, but he hadn't been. He had gone on with business as usual, but he had kept asking Dabi out on little 'dates'. And Dabi said 'no' a lot. He said it so often that Shigaraki had asked him why he was saying it. If he really didn't want to pursue any kind of romantic relationship with him, or if he was just saying it because he hadn't ever thought that he would live long enough to have those kinds of things. Dabi had set him on fire. Not like it hurt him anymore with so many quirks he's practically a god. 

But that made him think, that made him eventually try to figure out what he was going to do outside of running the country, outside of his revenge now that he has it. It still took another month, Shigaraki not asking him about anything romantic anymore, before he had humiliated himself and gone to ask him out instead. Everything between them after that was a wildfire. Dabi was already well aware that he was big emotions, Shigaraki was too, and the two of them just saying 'fuck it' and going for them with abandon had been, well, a lot. It was all good, but it was certainly a lot. They got sunk deeply into the emotional side of things much faster than Dabi had even thought possible, and then the physical aspect had only gotten better and more and more... unconventional. Dabi is very glad that the rest of the world doesn't know about their relationship, that no one, not even Toga, will mention they're anything other than co-workers in front of mixed company, because he does not want anyone to put any scrutiny on the sudden addition of a dog collar that he's been wearing for a while now. 

///

It's been four years, ten months, and eighteen days since anyone has started even the most meager uprising. Everything has been running smoothly and that means that he and Shigaraki are being forced to take a real break for a while. Shigaraki may be the king, but they have a council, and the council has a parliament. There are things that are being done and plenty of people who are working to ensure that nothing goes wrong, and the four years, ten months, and eighteen days of peace suggest that all of those systems are working successfully to that end. So he and Tomura are being forced to go off on vacation for–

"What do you mean two months?" Dabi barks at the rest of the League who are all standing a decent distance away just in case he decides to lob a fireball at them for the suggestion. 

"You two are always working! You got married and didn't even stop! Go on your honeymoon!" 

Dabi's face goes bright red under his scars, "We did not get married!" 

Shigaraki clears his throat slightly and Dabi whips around to look at him, and his lover just scratches his neck lightly. It's not something that would draw anyone else's attention given how badly he used to tear at his skin, but he immediately connects the dots. Toga definitely asked Shig about the collar when Dabi started wearing it, and Duster must've told her that he didn't like rings because they got too hot and burned him from using his quirk. He knows that Shig is genuinely just waiting with baited breath for long enough to pass so he can actually propose to Dabi without getting lit on fire for doing it too soon, so telling Toga he gave him a 'necklace' instead of an engagement ring or wedding band must have seemed perfectly reasonable to him. 

"I hate you all, you should have let me die." 

"Don't say that," Mister titters, "And everything will be under control while you two are gone. Jin will be maintaining a set of doubles for public appearances and council meetings, so you two will always have your opinions heard during the discussions." 

"You guys can go relax and be gross and we'll hold down the fort." Spinner adds. 

Dabi opens his mouth to protest. Shigaraki is the king and he can't just leave for two months and hope nothing goes wrong. That would be insane-- Tomura's hand, still deadly, but only when he wants it to be, covers Dabi's mouth before he can protest further. "We appreciate your hard work and trust that you'll call us if you need us." 

"You got it, my king." Toga teases. 

"Behave yourselves while we're gone." 

"Sure thing! Don't tell me what to do! You're not my real dad!" 

Tomura huffs softly and teleports them out of the palace, only taking his hand away from his mouth when the liquid for the quirk needs to come out. 

///

Duster, evidently, already packed things up that he wanted to bring with them for the time, and the house they end up at is beautiful. It's a lavish, airy villa on top of a seaside cliff with a big kitchen and a serine sunroom, and Dabi promptly ignores Shigaraki immediately for kidnapping him, but it's very hard to stay angry after a full day in the house, far away from everyone else, no work that they have to do, no constant struggle to survive. He stops ignoring Shig after a day, but he actually relaxes and realizes that he can breathe again after three. He can breathe and the morning of the fourth day he curls up against Tomura's chest and asks, 

"What are we gonna do today, Sir?" 

That earns him a soft smile and his lover's hand cupping his cheek. "I think that we should start training you properly for when we're alone. Wouldn't it be nice if you didn't have to think about anything besides being good for me when we're not working?" 

"Yes, Sir." Just the fleeting thought of it is enough to have his mind going soupy. He didn't really have romantic relationships before Tomura, and the handful of sexual encounters he got into always were fast, rough, and he was usually the one in charge because he didn't trust other people to not fuck up his delicate scars. But it's different with Tomura and Dabi loves being his sub. They've talked plenty before about eventually having a 24/7 Total Power Exchange dynamic. But things were too hectic at home for either of them to feel like that wouldn't be asking for something to go wrong and drop one or both of them. But... two months alone like this? There really isn't a better place for it. 

Tomura gives him a kiss and Dabi melts. He can do whatever Sir asks. He'll prove that he's a perfect sub. 

///

Dabi is given new rules as they start his training. He speaks when spoken to, he kneels unless he's invited to sit on furniture with his dom, he does the domestic chores, and Tomura is in charge of his schedule completely. This is training to be a slave, but Tomura does use a clicker from their petplay to help to reinforce the rules. A year ago Dabi would have thought this treatment would be beyond degrading. But now, he follows all of the rules readily. He likes kneeling on the floor at Tomura's feet. Sir got him a special cushion, he lets him rest his head against his knee, and when he's being very good, Tomura strokes his hair while they sit too. There's also a... not significant amount of weight that is taken off of his shoulders with Sir planning his every activity throughout the day. He was so lost outside of work when he came back from the dead for the second time. He kept thinking that he needed to push himself training at all hours, but he trained enough. He beat Enji, he's maintaining his strength and health even better now that he's not on the run, he didn't need to keep trying to break himself with the work to just feel like he was worthy of living. And all of this is made easier to cope with when Tomura takes charge and tells him how to live. 

Tomura has gotten him a big water bottle that has the measurements on the side and that pings his phone so that he can see how much water he's actually getting. He helps him to pick out meals that are balanced and will keep them both healthy after the absolute mess their diets had been up until they took over the country. He makes sure that Dabi is stretching, applying the medicine to his skin, and keeping track of how much sleep that he's getting. And whenever he's being good, Tomura clicks the little clicker and Dabi immediately perks up like a dog because each little click means, 

"There, you did such a good job making sure you drank enough today. My good boy, and good boys get rewards." 'Rewards' range from actual presents, to getting special treatment in bed, and Dabi's body always goes warmer whenever the other clicks the toy. 

But he gets much, much warmer tonight when Tomura tells him that and then threads his hand through Dabi's hair, coaxing him lower. It is a reward to get to lick and kiss over the bulge in Sir's pants, his head going foggy at even just the first suggestion of getting to fill his mouth. “Manners, baby.” 

“Please let me suck your cock, Sir.” It’s so easy to remember his manners and plead. It makes Sir happy, and that makes the reward even sweeter. 

“Very good, precious.” 

Tomura lets him open his pants and Dabi does his best not to drool too much as he moves his mouth over his cock. One of Tomura's hands goes to his hair and he strokes and pets through the locks as Dabi kneels on his special cushion and starts to feed his cock between his lips. He never gets tired of having his lover's cock in his mouth. It fills him, and the weight of him on his tongue helps him to feel like he's being rooted in the pleasure that pulses through him over being useful for Sir. He always likes to be useful and to make him feel good, and he loves that Tomura takes his pleasure from this, all the while knowing that it's one of the things they do that makes him so hot as well. He hasn't even gotten the other in his throat before his own cock starts to harden. 

Dabi swirls his tongue over the other's head, making sure that he rolls his stud over his slit, using the little ball to press in teasingly like a pearl sound, before he sucks at the skin. Tomura pets him, humming softly in the back of his throat with his satisfaction, which only serves to make Dabi feel even warmer as he continues to move. This is his reward which means that he can take things at whatever pace he wants to. But with his own building arousal, Dabi can only find it in him to take it slow for a little while. He wants to make it good and he can't be patient for that. So he sinks his lover's cock deeper into his mouth and starts to suck and swallow around him more deliberately. 

"Greedy boy," the words drip with Tomura's satisfaction and Dabi does his best to stay focused and not reach a hand to stroke at his own cock, hard and leaking in his pants as he's able to be a good boy, even if he is being a greedy one too. He is allowed to be greedy right now. He's being rewarded. He feeds the other's cock into his throat and feels it stretch to accommodate him, looking up to see his lover's dark, satisfied eyes as he gives the first full swallow around his length. Worth everything that it took to get them here to have Tomura's cock in his throat and red eyes looking at him like he's worth more than his whole kingdom. Dabi whines, desperate to get more of that, desperate to prove how good and perfect he can be, and his lover smiles at him as he strokes his hair. "It's alright, baby, you can be greedy. Just means that I get to spoil you even more." 

Dabi likes the way that sounds, so he takes whatever he can. He opens his throat eagerly and he tries to swallow him up as much as he can. He lets his lips stretch and ache with the way the other is in his throat, he lets himself moan and whine around the movements, not just to give him those pleasant vibrations, but also to let Sir hear how much he likes it, how hot it's making him to get to suck him off. And when he starts to taste his pre on the back of his tongue, Dabi starts to shift a little from how hard he is too, his arousal so pressing that he's making a wet spot on his pants. But he's not allowed to touch himself without permission, and Tomura is still being gentle and hasn't tangled his hand in Dabi's hair and pulled him in tight to fuck his face like he's nothing but a toy, which means he's not able to find his orgasm at the same time as his lover as he sinks him deep into his throat and spills there, his cock twitching against his tongue. Dabi swallows away his cum and stays warming his cock and trembling with his own need until Sir strokes his hair and says, 

"Perfect, firefly. Let me see." 

He only pulls off then, letting Sir tuck himself away as he leans back and opens up his own pants, stained from how badly he's leaking, and once he's exposed, he forces himself to put his hands back flat against his thighs. 

"You're getting so well-trained, baby boy." The praise immediately makes him whimper as another bead of precum drips from his head. "Alright, you can touch yourself now. But you can't cum until I give you permission." 

"Thank you, Sir." It's torture to gather the slickness from his cock and use that to touch himself, his skin already hot with his quirk and nerves so sensitive that he's worried that even just the first stroke is going to do him in. But he holds on, stroking along his length, unable to stop the moans and whines that are coming out of him as he does. 

"You're already so wet, sweetheart." Tomura teases. "Always get so wet just from having a cock in your pretty mouth." 

"Yes, Sir." He agrees breathlessly. He is so hot now that he can't help the trickle of smoke leaking out from his cheeks. 

"I'm going to let you cum soon, baby. All you have to do is wait for me to click twice, and then you can. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir." 

Tomura still makes him hold on for another few minutes, desperation building and building, to the point that as soon as he hears the double clicks, it doesn't even take a full stroke before he's cumming all over his hand and staining his clothes even worse. Not that he cares. He's too busy trembling through the waves of pleasure that are going through him, only heightened even more when Tomura easily pulls him up from the floor, sits him in his lap, and sinks his cock inside of him to fuck him straight through to a second orgasm before he can even fully make sense of what's going on. He's so hazy with it, Dabi doesn't even notice that the clicker gets used again before he cums for the second time. 

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Dabi gets so used to his training that Tomura has to start training him to have time where he will likely have work and not be able to be around Tomura for stretches of time when they go home. He manages to make this work by assigning Dabi a few hours of 'free time' a day where he has to go somewhere else in the house and entertain himself for that period. Dabi usually uses that time to read or scroll on his phone to see how things are outside of their little vacation. They may not be directly involved with things for the time being, but he wants to know what things look like with them gone. There is a sharp spark of pride in him that things are... getting better. There was a lot of mess when they first took over and there is still so much that has to be maintained to ensure that an entire country stays on the right track, but it's working. They don't seem to be seconds away from a coup at any second. Things are okay. And that only helps Dabi to relax even more. 

He didn't really have hobbies outside of stalking his father's hero career, so he asked Tomura to pick something out for him to learn, and after a few days, his lover comes back with a set of paints and a paper block that can be separated into individual sheets when he's finished with it. He doesn't know if he has an artistic bone in his body and says as much, but Duster just presses a kiss to his temple and asks him to give it a try, paint whatever he wants, the sea, people, something made up, what he's feeling, whatever. Just try for a few days and if he doesn't like it, he can find something else to do. Dabi realizes then that this must be some kind of bullshit therapy thing that the other wants him to try. They got a therapist for Jin after everything to help him get his head on a little straighter, and it has been... helping. He thinks Toga has started seeing someone too. Dabi doesn't want to use this to get out the echoes of his trauma, so he pulls up painting tutorials on his phone and he starts with an apple. The pad of paper had twenty sheets, and in two days he painted twenty apples. He paints them until he thinks he gets how to layer the paint, how the colors blend, where the contrast is supposed to go. They're not good, and Dabi orders more materials, different paints, still acrylic, but with a retarder so that he can have more time to control how they blend, a pallet, and brushes that aren't going to disintegrate as they're used. Dabi doesn't know why he is putting so much effort in, but he can't bring himself to stop once he's started. 

It's during his 'free time', painting in the sunroom that he's claimed as his makeshift studio, when his lover comes into the room. Dabi immediately starts to set the brush aside, thinking that he's somehow managed to stay for too long and not abide by the rest of his schedule, but his lover pauses him easily. "You're fine, pretty boy." He says as he sits down on one of the benches lining the room, "I just wanted to get some sun too. Keep working, you're doing such a good job, firefly." 

He's more than happy to have the company as he works, but a fresh jolt of pleasure goes through his body as the other sits, pairing the praise with a little click. It makes his skin a little warmer and Dabi tries to focus. It's not playtime right now, he's supposed to be a good boy and try to enjoy the project he's working on.  "Thank you, Sir." 

Tomura smiles at him and Dabi tries to turn his attention back to the painting as his lover taps away at the game on his phone. He doesn't think that he's going to be good at painting by the time they go back home, but he... doesn't hate it. It's nice to have something to learn that isn't going to be life or death. He isn't going to have their new government fall apart if he makes a mistake, he isn't going to lose the most important fight in his life if he does this wrong. He can play with the paint on the wood boards he's gotten, feeling it move underneath knives and brushes. He can try things, hate them, and try again. That is nice. There is something... soothing in the action, though he certainly won't be telling Tomura that. 

"You've gotten so much better in such a short amount of time, firefly. You really can do anything you set your mind to, can't you?" He clicks again as he gives him the praise and Dabi shivers slightly despite his temperature creeping up a little more. 

"I try, Sir." 

"I know, baby. It makes me so proud of you." He clicks again and Dabi bites his lip as his body seems to think that it's time for them to play. It's not though, and when he turns to look at Sir, he's paying attention to his phone again, just idly fiddling with the clicker in his other hand. Dabi isn't allowed to ask to play or for rewards throughout the day. He only gets what Sir says that he's earned. He doesn't want to get in trouble for asking for anything more. So he goes back to painting. 

The heat is still under his skin as he works, and he reaches for his water bottle, trying to cool down with the icy water from inside. But when he takes the straw out of his mouth, the other man tells him, "Good job making sure you're getting your water in today, precious." And he clicks the toy. 

Dabi barely manages a, "Thank you, Sir." Again as he tries his best not to squirm as he feels not just heat, but genuine arousal starting to prickle his veins. It's so silly. He's not even being touched, the praise is not more than Tomura normally gives him during their play. It shouldn't be making him so hot, but it is making his skin prickle with need as he tries to focus on playing with the light and shadow in the painting. But it's so hard to focus on anything when he's wondering how good he will have to be for the rest of the day to get Sir to reward him tonight. He always earns a reward in some capacity, he always behaves himself, but he doesn't always get to be fucked hard or with rougher play. Those he really has to earn. And if he's getting this hot just from a little praise, he probably needs the harder play to make himself feel more satisfied. 

He tries to keep working, but Tomura keeps chiming in with little things. "You look so pretty in the light", "I'm so glad that we're here together", "You're everything that I want for the future, firefly", and he click, click, clicks with the device each time that he does. He clicks, and Dabi's whole body gets hotter, until he feels like he's suffocating in his thin t-shirt and sweats. Until he feels like his skin is itching with the need to be touched and his cock is, humiliatingly, starting to stir in his pants. He bites at his lip and tries so hard to focus, but he can't quite hide how his hand is starting to tremble around the brush when he tries to bring it back to the board. 

"What's wrong, beautiful? Am I making you nervous?" 

"N-no, Sir." He nearly winces as he stutters. 

"Are you lying to me, precious?" Tomura's voice is gently neutral, and Dabi knows he's going to be punished one way or another anyway, so he sets the brush down in the dirty water cup and half turns to face him, his face burning as his shame goes so hot. "Oh, baby boy, look at that," Dabi keeps his head down, expecting to be reprimanded for being such a needy slut he couldn't even wait until tonight-- "You're doing such a good job with your training. Working even faster than I thought it would." 

Dabi's mind goes unhelpfully blank as he looks up. Tomura is smiling at him, smug and amused as he clicks again to accompany the praise. Brought him here, set out the rules, started using the clicker. Every time he did well, he got his reward, either physical or praise and the reward always came with a click of the device. It was easy to do well when the rewards made him feel so good. 

"I wonder how well-behaved you can be for me." Tomura says. "Why don't you show me? Let me see all of your pretty skin, firefly." 

Dabi's arousal and humiliation both sit under his skin, and the former pushes him up from the chair so that he can pull off his shirt and peel his pants down his legs. Stripping his clothes only makes the arousal even worse, his body now thinking that he is absolutely going to be getting a physical reward even as Dabi isn't sure about that. This is a different kind of training and game than he thought that they were playing, he doesn't know what to think of this one. 

"There, absolutely stunning, precious. I love how the light dances over your skin, and you're doing such a good job of following orders. I'm so proud of you." He clicks the toy again and Dabi whimpers as his cock swells a little more without even being touched. That has Tomura's eyes going even hotter on him. "Come here, baby." 

He crosses the room in an instant, ready to get touches, kisses, to have the other's cock inside of him wherever he can get it, it doesn't matter. He just knows he needs something as he goes so warm. But Tomura doesn't let him kiss, doesn't let him touch when he gets close enough. He catches Dabi around his hips and turns him around before pulling him down into his lap. Dabi presses his back against his chest, tilting his head too so that he can nose up along his neck, wanting to get his mouth on the other's skin. 

"Patience, firefly." Tomura commands, one hand moving to curl over Dabi's thigh. Even just that steadying touch has Dabi moaning as he tries to grind back to feel if Tomura's cock is hardening yet. "I want to see your training at work." Dabi thought he was already showing that just by getting so hot from the praise and clicker alone. But he tries to be good to earn more of it. "What are you feeling, sweetheart?" 

"Warm, Sir." 

"Yeah?" 

Dabi manages a weak nod. "Like you've been touching me all over. Want you to touch me, Sir." 

"I've barely touched you yet." He traces the fingers up his thigh even more lightly. "Tell me what you want, and I'll think about your reward, precious." 

"Want you to touch my cock," he begs, knowing that he won't get it at all if he's not specific. Tomura hums, tilting his head so that he can press soft kisses along the side of Dabi's neck and over his shoulder. "W-want Sir's cock inside. Want you to make me feel good and fill me up, please." Sir puts his hand over Dabi's stomach and Dabi does his best not to whine when he does, having thought the shifting touch meant that he was going to get his hand where he wanted it. 

"You're being such a good boy following my orders." Tomura tells him, pairing the praise with another click and Dabi can't help moaning as his cock twitches like he was touched. Oh god, he really has been trained like a dog, hasn't he? That embarrassment only makes him feel even hotter and Dabi finds himself trembling in the other's lap. "Such a good boy, always listening to me so well." The amusement is dripping off of Tomura's tongue as he rubs his thumb over his seam. "So responsive and ready to do whatever you're told as long as I'm promising that it will feel good in the end, isn't that right?" 

"Yes, Sir," he croaks. 

"I'm going to make you feel good, baby. You've proved that you're absolutely perfect. You've more than earned a reward, and I'm not even going to have to touch your pretty cock to give you one." He promises. "I'm just going to tell you how lovely you are dripping like that, so needy for anything that you can get with just a click of a button--" he clicks again and Dabi gasps. The device might as well be a dial that he's ratcheting higher and higher on his arousal with every time he clicks it. He's getting warmer, wetter as pre beads and drips along his length. 

"Sir," he whines. 

"What? Does it not feel good? Aren't you having fun, precious? I know how much you like it when I give you all of my attention and make your body do whatever I tell it to. It's going to be so nice to have you trained so well. You already do everything you're told, but I'm going to enjoy being able to click a button and watch as you start to tremble and moan as your cute cock strains your pants. I wonder if I'll even need to use words after a little while." He hums. "Maybe I'll be able to just click," he does it again and Dabi moans. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's all in his head, he knows it's all just in his head, but it doesn't matter. It's still making him hotter as the other does it. It's making him ache from how hard he is now. "And you'll get so hot that you drop to your knees in front of everyone just to get more. Maybe," he clicks again and Dabi twists in his lap, not sure if he's trying to get away or get closer to the other and the agony of arousal burning in his veins. "I'll get to show everyone else what a well-trained pet you are now as you writhe without a touch, and cum like that just from the memory of all the times I've had my hands on you." 

There's no way that he would be able to-- Tomura kisses his shoulder, holds the clicker high enough so that Dabi can see it, and he gives it two pushes in quick succession. There is a split second where Dabi hears those double clicks and remembers all of the times in the past month that his lover has clicked the toy like that every time Dabi came. Embarrassed indignance surges through him for a split second-- but that is all he has time for before his head is back against Sir's shoulder and he's crying out as his orgasm pulses through him and stripes cum up over his stomach without a single touch against his cock. 

Dabi is gasping for breath, trying to find enough of it so that he can curse out his lover for training him like a dog instead of a sub, but he doesn't get the chance, Tomura's hand is going to his stomach again, gathering his cum and then shifting him in his lap so that he can use it to open him up. He jolts, his nerves all sharply oversensitive from how quickly that touch comes after his orgasm, but Tomura is kissing his cheek and murmuring, "See? Such a good boy. Absolutely perfect." He clicks once and Dabi yelps as a sharper pang of arousal hits his nerves. No. Surely not-- "And I know you're going to keep being perfect for me." He rubs his fingers over him again and then starts to press one inside. 

Dabi's body opens eagerly for the touch. He's always eager for his lover's touch, and he figures out how to get his knees on the bench on either side of Sir's legs so that he can lift himself a bit from his lap, using the leverage to help the digits go deeper and stroke against his prostate. And he gets rewarded for every movement he makes to try and have more as he feels Sir's cock so hard against him. Little clicks when he rubs against his prostate,

“Ah! S-Sir, please” his nerves are stinging with how sharp the arousal is in the wake of his orgasm. That sensation only gets worse as his body forces him hard again so fast hearing every click of reward that is made. He doesn't know the last time he felt so overwhelmed by Tomura in bed that he thought he might set fire to them both, but he's very glad they're in the sunroom right now because the open windows are letting the smoke spill out from inside of the walls. He is opened so easily, so fully, and Dabi doesn't remember to be annoyed about the clicker because he is being hardwired to hear every click and know that he's getting more pleasure, a bigger reward. 

"What do you want, precious?" His voice lower and rough with his own arousal and Dabi wants–

"Your cock, please, please, please! Please, Sir, please fill me up with your cock. I need it, please, Sir! I'll be good!" 

Tomura's lips curl up into the ghost of a smile and he pumps three fingers into Dabi's body again just to hear him keen before he murmurs, "You are, listening to all of the rules, making sure you're behaving. You can't ever be anything but my good boy, sweetheart." But he doesn't click until his fingers have pulled out of Dabi's body and the head of his cock is pressing in instead. He does his best to not lower himself onto him immediately, not having gotten permission for that, but he can't help whining desperately as he waits to get more. 

Tomura lets him lower himself by inches, and only then wraps a hand around his waist so that he can still control how quickly Dabi pushes himself back up. He decides where his weight sits and how much of an angle they are at. Sir decides what's best for him. And he's right to put Dabi at the hard pace that he settles on, using his strength to help bring Dabi down into his lap at a steady rhythm, but one that is hard enough that he might have bruises on the backs of his thighs before he's finished. He doesn't care. He'd happily tear himself open if it meant that he could keep feeling the stretch of his cock inside and every sharp spark of pleasure that races over his nerves each time he's lowered again. He still hasn't been given a single touch against his dick, and he knows that he's not going to need it. He is already melting from how good it feels to be fucked like this, a hand on him would just bring him to his completion embarrassingly quickly despite already having been spent, each fresh movement making his body painfully aware of how soon it is to have so much in the wake of his first orgasm.

He still doesn't manage to hold on long as Tomura kisses at his neck, one arm around his middle to keep him moving at the pace he wants, and the other hand bringing the clicker in front of his face. Dabi whimpers, shaking his head weakly. He knows his lover can’t be close yet and if he cums again now, the oversensitivity will only get worse as he’s fucked through until he’s ready to spill. "What's wrong, baby boy? Don't you want to feel good? Aren't you excited to get rewarded for your good behavior?" 

But he can't contradict Sir. Can't talk back or disobey the rules unless he's using a safe word, and the embarrassment in him isn't the kind of discomfort that would beg him to do that. "Yes, Sir." He croaks again. 

"Good, and you're going to prove it in one," he fucks up into his body a little harder, a little faster, "Two," and his fingers across his side press into the sensitive seam of his scars to put fresh fireworks behind his eyes, "Three." He clicks the device twice and Dabi's balls draw tight as they spill a more modest splash of cum over his stomach as he's brought over the edge again, undeniably, by that sound. His hole clenches tighter around Sir's cock as his whole body tenses with his orgasm, and then melts into a warm, satisfied goo that makes it so hard for him to try to keep moving against him. It doesn't matter though, Sir is strong enough to keep him doing what he wants, and he brings his body up and down on his length for several minutes, until Dabi is thrashing weakly and sobbing from how over-sensitive his hole is, before he slams his down and fills him up to the brim with his cum. 

Dabi feels dizzy as he lays back against his lover's chest with cum smeared all over his skin. It takes a while for him to catch his breath and remember how to think, but he does eventually turn his face into Tomura's neck and mumble, "Can I talk, Sir?" He's to speak when spoken to and he's supposed to be sweet and submissive when they're playing. 

"Of course you can, firefly." But Tomura never makes him hold that if he has something that he really wants to say. He may love to be completely in control of Dabi and love to sculpt him to his will, but he doesn't actually want to make Dabi something that he's not. 

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He snaps with as much vitriol as he can manage. Tomura immediately lets out a burst of laughter as he encircles him with both arms as he kisses the top of his head. 

"But it's working so well--" 

"Too well! Do you know how much Compress fiddles with his pens during meetings?! I'm going to be in a puddle of cum at the end of them if you clicker train me for that!" If anything that only makes his lover laugh a little harder. "You can't use a clicker!" 

"Alright, alright. We'll switch to something else. I don't want you to end up getting so needy for anyone else." Tomura kisses his cheek too. "But you liked it otherwise?" 

Dabi's face gets even hotter. "... You're such a perverted freak." 

"Dabi." There is warning in his tone now. He is supposed to be honest about what he likes and doesn't like when it comes to these things. 

"... I like it when you make me perfect for you." 

That earns him a hand on his chin, turning him back so that Sir can kiss his lips slowly and deeply. He rests their foreheads together when they part and murmurs, "You're already perfect for me, firefly. Now we're just modding." 

He's a fucking nerd, Dabi thinks with warmth inside of his chest. He's a nerdy gamer, the person who tore down hero society in Japan, the king, and the person that Dabi is happy to give himself up to completely. They're rebuilding everything so that it fits with the world they wanted to see. He doesn't think he should be surprised that his lover is having fun teasing and adjusting him throughout their play to get Dabi acting the way he wants as well. And if it's going to be things like this that bring him so much ecstasy, Dabi is certainly not going to complain. 

Thanks for reading!