#shig counts because he is mentally a baby

[siflshonen]

We’re really living in a world where Toga targeted Ochako for being close to Deku but is also fixated on her because she’s everything she wishes she could be while Shigaraki targeted Bakugo for being close to Izuku because doing all the bad things he does and still having someone stick by him and be his hero is everything he wants and we are reading about it right there on the page and right there in the text and right there in the themes and their desire for connection is driving their fights and it is right there on the page and they are all in love and it is RIGHT THERE ON THE PAGE

[nonobadcat]

Yandere All For One x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit - for readers 18+ only

Entire Story TW: Rape/Noncon/DubCon, gore (non-reader directed), All For one too many kinks to count them all. Highly mentally and sexually abusive relationship. This story is absolutely not for minors and readers should consult the warnings/tags at the top before reading.

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This chapter's TW: Dub-con fingering/oral/PnV, phone voyeurism, office kink, going commando, gaslighting, totally absent aftercare.

As soon as your period was light, your husband resumed his urine stick stalking behavior. Armed with exactly three tests, Shigaraki got on the phone to consult your OBGYN after her long weekend off. He told her about the anovulatory cycle and asked when next to try for a baby. Ever loyal to the man that saved her child’s life, the witch immediately threw you under the bus and informed him that the first day of bleeding would be about day one of the new cycle.

After the consult, your husband sat at the breakfast table with his cell phone, thumbing through the data.

“...and since you seem to have the twenty-eight-day cycle, our next best chances will be this weekend starting Friday.” He waved at the pink calendar in front of him.

You didn’t even look up as bowl by bowl you set his breakfast in front of him. Today’s menu was cold silken tofu, grilled fish, Niigata Koshihikari rice, and miso soup. Shigaraki had been advocating for hotel bread with jam but you compromised with sweet tamago. As the last dish appeared in front of him, he frowned and stared up at your thin-lipped expression.

“You don’t seem very excited,” he stated in a flat voice

You rolled your eyes up to look at him. “You don’t say.”

Shigaraki frowned and stared at you. “Oh?” His tone was harsh, almost pointed.

You dried your hands on your apron before untying the bow. As you went to take your seat, Shigaraki stood and pushed in your chair. His large fingers curled over the wooden back, grasping the varnished surface with tense pressure.

“My dear, that’s a very rude thing to say when your husband has gone to all this effort.”

The hackles on the back of your neck stood. You hunched your shoulders, eyes refusing to meet his. You placed your hands in your lap, letting them knot together and grip each other for comfort. “You’re just going to get overeager and hurt me again. It’s not something I really look forward to,” you murmured.

Silently, Shigaraki released the chair and set himself back in his seat. His meaty fingers found his chin and he cocked his head at your comment.

“Well, I suppose if you behave for the rest of this week, I would be willing to make an arrangement with you.”

You raised your head.

The blond lifted a single finger. “You can choose one of the positions we use on Saturday.”

You cringed. “One?” The hairs on your arms rose. You rubbed at your skin, trying to drive off the eerie feeling. “How many times were you planning on having sex on that day?”

There was a beaming, toothy smile in response.

You shot him lip curled a look of disgust and grabbed up your chopsticks. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

Shigaraki mimicked you and took up a bite of the sweet rolled eggs. “My dear, you know I don’t need to make a deal with you at all for this. I can just make you say yes to whatever I want instead. ”

You stopped eating, the rice hanging mere centimeters from your mouth. Instinctively, your hands flew to your neck, but, as promised, the collar wasn’t there.

Shigaraki twirled his finger in the air. “Now that I understand your body better, it’s a very simple matter for me to get your consent… eventually.” He rested his elbow on the table and shot your dusky bedroom eyes.  “How long do you think you could last this time? You were pretty far gone after that hour and a half in the car.”

You slammed your hands down on the table and flew to your feet so fast the chair fell over backward. As it clattered to the floor you glowered at the man in front of you. Your head hung low as shadows fell in your eyes. “Don’t you understand this is the same problem as last time!” you hissed through gritted teeth.

Shigaraki crossed his legs and fanned his fingers together.  “Quite the contrary, I’m planning on being quite gentle with you. After all, you enjoy it so much,” His crocodile grin widened. “Right, puppy ?”

You winced.

Shigaraki’s smile turned sour. “Where did this negative attitude of yours come from? It’s quite obnoxious.”

Where did the negative attitude come from Dar-ling? Oh nowhere really. After all, you got that bitch a breeding schedule. Bitches love breeding schedules. Really makes ‘em feel humanized.

“You’re the one who said you weren’t overly rushed…” You reached across your body and grasped your upper arm to still the angry tremors.

Shigaraki shook his head and rose to his feet. As his towering form came closer, it cast your body in shadow. You looked up and the annoyed grimace on his face made your heart skip. He crossed his arms and stared down his nose at you.

“This is for your own sake,” he stated firmly. “It’s abundantly clear you need a child to keep you occupied when I’m not here or your behavior becomes moody and self-destructive.”

You don’t know when your spine came back. Maybe it was after you’d successfully gotten him to delete the pictures. Maybe it was because he kept insisting he wanted you to do what you wanted. Maybe it was because you’d simply forgotten who you were talking to.

“What makes me moody and self-destructive is that you isolated me from everyone just to make me like you! Well news flash, Dar-ling! I did like you! I do like you!” Your open palm spayed across your chest. Fresh tears started to build in your eyes. “But you make it impossible when all you do is control me! You say you want me to be confident and then you step all over me. Are you so deaf that you just can’t hear what’s coming out of your mouth or are you so delusional you think ANYONE could be happy being trampled under you like this?! Why do you think your little brother ran away!?”

Whatever made you do it, it was a very poor life choice.

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[tetsuka]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 - [𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮]

Word count: 800+

A/n: I’m on a parent fic blast :p

Husband!Miya x Wife!Reader (ft: Twin sons’ -Shigeru and Tadao)

     It had been a long day for Atsumu, practice had been rough and all he wanted to do was get back to you and the boys. He always felt like a bad partner for leaving so often, whether it be for practice or if it was for weeks on end due to away games. 

     So when the blonde opened the door to his house he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Placing his black Nike duffle on the floor he waited for the chaos that was about to ensue. 

     Shigeru and Tadao were his twin boys, and they were little monsters. Though being related to you had everything to do with it. 

     (“Atsumu, shut up! They get it from you, you ass!” you scolded with a pout on your face as your husband cackled. It was an endearing moment, but clearly the three men of the house were in big trouble.

      “M’sorry, Baby!” he said backing up as you came closer with the bag of flour, “(Y/n), Baby, yer bein’ a bit over dramatic!” Atsumu shielded Shig a Dao behind him. 

     “No I'm not! If you three are gonna start a flour fight, I’m gonna finish it!” for the rest of the afternoon the only thing that could be heard from the Miya household was laughing) 

     After a minute he could hear the scurrying of four socked feet running to the entrance of the house. 

     “DAD!! YER BACK!!” Shigeru screamed as he raced towards his father, pushing Tadao out of the way. “YOU JERK! YER SO STUPID!” Dao screamed back from his position on the floor. The two nine year olds continued to bicker, even as Atsumu picked them both up and hoisted them over his shoulders; something he always did when he saw them. 

     “Oi! You two better stop before Mom hears,” and that was all Atsumu needed to say to make his kids stop fighting. 

     Because you were a force to be reckoned with. A sweet and loving mother and wife, who had no problem with having fun - but when it came to being serious you had a strict streak miles long. 

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     From your position at the kitchen island, you could definitely hear your children fighting. They always did this when it came to their father. Who was the favorite, who was the better setter, who did he talk more about; always a competition, which it never needed to be. So that’s what you and Atsumu were trying to teach them. 

     “Hey, Baby,” you smiled at the name, it brought a sense of comfort to your currently frazzled mind. 

     Atsumu made his way over to you after putting the boys down, and brought you in for a kiss - which you happily accepted, hearing an “Eek” and some sort of fake gag. 

     “You’ll do it when you’re older, better get used to it.” you said drawing your face away from your husband’s. “No I won’t!” exclaimed Shig, who was the one that made the gagging sound. 

     “Sure, Bub. We believe you,” Astumu said after taking out a chair and sitting down next to you, placing one of his hands on your thigh; the other holding up his head, which he rested on his palm. 

     “Ya better!” it fell into more bickering between him and his younger twin. 

     The audible sigh you let out explained your frustration, and the constant all day bickering had given you a headache. “Alright, enough!” you groaned, “Both of you are gonna go outside, and you’re gonna do receive drills with your Dad.” they hated receiving drills, but you were emotionally and mentally exhausted and they needed to burn energy. 

     “But Mo-” Tadao started, “No buts, go get changed.”

     The two ran off and you fell into Atsumu’s lap, “They get this from you, y’know…” you looked up at him a gave a tired smile, “I love you,” 

     Chocolate brown eyes stared into your own (e/c) ones, “I love ya too, Babe, so much… and I’m sorry that i’m gone so often, ya don’t deserve all that extra stress from watching the two of them, s’not fair that ya don’t get a break.” Atsumu looked apologetic and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “But i’m off this weekend, I can take the two monsters for the day. Let you have some alone time, get a massage…” 

     Your mouth watered at the thought of a nice long Spa day, “Mhm… that sounds amazing,” Atsumu rubbed your shoulders and you groaned, it felt good. Though the nice moment was cut short as Shigeru and Tadao ran back into the dining room with their gear, and waited for Atsumu to stop loving on you. 

   “Damn, alright. Go set up the net and I’ll be out in a few.” Atsumu, being tired himself, sighed and got up and stretched not wanting to pull a muscle. “I’ll go out for thirty minutes, and after we can do something about dinner.” he kisses you one last time before making his way into the backyard.  

     The giggling and cheering had told you enough about how things were going. 

     You had done good and nothing was gonna tell you otherwise. 

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

everybody knows ch3 (meet cute au)

( so we start getting a little more serious here as we explore what is happening on Shigaraki end and next chapter what Natsou deals with. its important for later promise.)

Shigaraki opens the heavy door to the bar and base. The old building is many things at once for him.None of it feels quite right without Kuroguri there to look after them all.

The old man's presence is missed and not just because he did the house work, SAhigaraki feels the drain of being a leader most days. Spending time with Natsou at the library had become something of a getaway from the stress for him.

Immediately he is greeted with the welcome sound of Twice and Spinner playing a racing game. Screaming at each other and cackling.

“ Don't wreck our friendship! I'm going to do it! Eat blue shell! ” Jin argued with himself as he tried to overtake Shuichi.

“Haha, I'm in first! Wha-Peach no! That bitch just pushed me off the edge and smiled while she did it!” Spinner wails in distress as he’s kicked out of 3rd place.

Shigaraki smiles and toes off his shoes, glad to be home.

“Morning Sako, can you do me a favor? I have an address I would like you to watch for trouble makers hanging around. The owner of the Cafe did us all a favor today.” Sako sleepily takes the piece of paper as he drinks his morning coffee. He walks into what pass’s as their dining room and sets his plant down amongst the normalcy of yesterday’s dirty dishes and Toga’s schoolbooks.

“First person to kill my plant gets decayed.” Shigaraki calls out above the chaos, no one takes the threat seriously,he almost never actually means it. He checks the fridge next and counts the blood bags he has left for Toga. Mentally counting to see when he needs to get more and if she has already had one this morning. He might need to bring one to her room again, if she’s not up yet she’ll probably spend the whole day in there. 

“I had my blood today Shiggy! no worries, do you really check everyday? Dabi said you did but i didn't believe him.” Toga came around the corner and saw him looking into the fridge.

“Dabi needs to keep his mouth shut, how are you feeling?”  He looks her over. Satisfied with the clear look in her eyes that's been there lately, since she started getting blood regularly, and the fact that her hair was up in her signature buns. Unlike when they first tried having her drink blood regularly, to see if it helped out her blood lust, and couldn't even bring herself to brush the tangles out or wash it.Much less put it up into the complicated looking process of putting into twin messy buns. Magne had offered to cut it short to make the caretaking of it easier but Toga had refused. Shigaraki had learned this theory of quirk therapy through one of the books. It was helping, even if there were some unexpected bumps in the road. There just wasn’t enough research done for people like Toga.

“Im feeling better, it's still weird to me to be able to drink blood whenever I want. It’s, I don't know why but it helps alot. Makes me not as hungry?” Toga tugged on the end of her sweater sleeves. She’s just in jeans and a cat themed sweater for now. One day when it wasn’t dangerous to Toga’s progress or the cats he would take her to the kurama’s cat cafe, she would probably love it. It could be a goal for her to work towards, and if this therapy helped as much as it was supposed too they could even bring one home, he’d figure it.

“Well it looks like you're slowing down on them and I just want to make sure that you're still drinking them when you feel the urge, heat them up if you need to okay? We don't want any baby vampires trying to suck us dry again.” He gently ruffles her hair and goes to wake up Magne.

Him coming home meant it’s time for Magne to get up and have her take over watching the rest of the LoV.  Shigaraki usually had errands for Sako to run so it fell to Magne or Dabi. Not errands like robbing a bank. God did Shig wish he just needed a bank robbed and not medicine and groceries bought. Robbing a bank would probably require less planning some weeks.

“Fuck off unless youve got a dam good reson to wake me up.” Magne grouched from inside her room. 

“I've got coffee getting started, and Sako has shopping to do.” he patiently waits for her to throw a pillow at the door.

“Cmon Magne, if you get up i'll tell you about my date with the hot library guy.” there was a thump and some banging around as Magne tried to get ready as fast as she could.

“Wait, wait where did you guys even go? I swear to god if me and Sako have to tell kuroguri that you went to some gyys apartment for the whole night and we didnt shadow you i fucking swear Shigaraki.” The rest of her sentence devolved into swearing and items being thrown around.

“We just went to a cafe,calm down, I’ll tell Kuroguri when he comes home.” Shigaraki leaned against the wall, he wasn’t actually going to tell her about natsou. He hadn’t actually told anyone about him yet, Magne just suspected there was someone he was seeing.

“Nice hat Shig.” Dabi had come out of his room and was leaning on the wall beside his door,watching the process of waking Magne up. It was entertaining to him because one or twice Magne had stayed up too late was extra crabby, and used her quirk to throw Shigaraki down the hall. Then went right back into her room to sleep as Dabi cackled and watched.

“Dabi, maybe tease me about my hat when there aren't bright red feathers in your hair and your door is open?” Shigaraki snickered at how fast Dabi spun around and checked to make sure his door was closed while checking his hair for feathers. Being serious though he was worried about the hero in Dabi’s bed more often than not. He was very obviously a spy.

As good as he was to Dabi, to the whole league actually, he was still a spy. A struggling one who hated who he was spying for and took refuge within the base more often than not but still a spy.

“So he spent the night again?” He looked Dabi over, noticing how much more relaxed he seemed and adding ground sausage to his mental grocery list. Hawks didn't eat enough when he wasn't with them, some bullshit about it being weird. Dabi worried over the stress his boyfriend was under a lot. Distracting him from it by antagonizing him was something Shig did often enough.

 He hadn't expected to like a hero of all people or feel as protective of him as he did his team. Much less one in the top ten but Keigo made a terrible spy and was just as much of a mess as they were.He had crap sleeping and eating patterns. Dealt with emotions as well as any of them did, he fit right in. So it hadn't been long after meeting that shigaraki had ‘adopted’ him, as toga liked to tease him. 

“Is he okay this time?” There had been a couple times where keigo had come in a mess or injured mess.

“He’s fine, get some sleep boss.” Dabi smacks his shoulder and goes to get coffee.

“Evil doesn't sleep, I've got schemes to think up.”Shigaraki smirks and continues down the hallway to his room. It also doubles as his office space.

“You better be sleeping by the time Sako gets back or I'm going to make him give his signature ‘im a single dad of too many kids’ look. And we both know you don’t want that.” Dabi’s voice follows him and Shigaraki flips him off without turning around. He honestly was tired and should get some sleep, but he needed to plan out chores for next week and meal plans and groceries and where to get more blood for Toga. He sighed and added a mental note to ask if her favorite blood type had changed again or it was still the same as last week.

He was tired but he agreed to take care of these people when he agreed to become a leader. Not to mention the whole destroy society thing he still has on the back burner.

@night-owl-1234