#toga's i just came up with it on the spot

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Sketch requested by my friend. We saw an image on Pinterest and her immediately asked if I could draw it. I just made it into togachako.

Should I color this? Lol

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

bookworm (nsfw)

shigaraki x shy!reader oneshot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your face flushes and he chuckles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thank you as always for the request <3

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casual // touya todoroki part 2

when the boy you're in love with wants to keep it casual.

a/n: i was fighting for my life while writing this 😭 pray for her (and me while i write... part 3? HEHE)

part one part three

You made your way up the fire escape, the cold air and icy railing nipping at the bare skin of your neck and face for the short travel up a level.

From outside of his window, you took a second to admire the scene. Tenko was sitting criss crossed on the couch while cradling a beer in his lap, and directly across from him is Spinner on the ottoman with their switches out- in which you could only assume was playing super smash bros. Toga was at the kitchen bar taste testing Kurogiri's mixed drinks, and everyone else plus a few more unfamiliar faces were drunkenly draped over the couch, laughing at one another.

You continue peering around the room for Touya. No one else had noticed your presence outside the window quite yet.

"Looking for someone?" A deep voice snaps you from your search.

You look up to see Touya sitting on a step another level up.

"God, Touya." You shutter from the cold breeze. "What are you doing out here? It's freezing."

"Needed some air." He shrugs, crinkling a bottle of water in his hands. "Not going inside?"

You climb your way up to him, taking a seat right beside him. In the moonlight, his silver hair glowed blue, and at a closer look, the tip of his nose and cheeks were dusted with pink.

"Was just about to before you ambushed me." You smile at his tipsy state. "How much have you drank?" You pressed a hand to his cheek, making him melt into it from the warmth.

"Enough, and not enough at the same time." He chuckles, grabbing your remaining hand and pressing it against his other cheek.

"Fuck, you're warm." A sigh of relief escapes his lips.

"Can I kiss you?"

Fuck

You had just told Toga that you were done running in circles around him, but in this moment with the buzzing lamp post drilling into your head and his swollen lips mere inches from yours, it was almost an offer you couldn't turn down. Do you close the gap between you two and continue this charade or will you end it now?

In a perfect world, you wouldn't have to make this decision now- you wouldn't ever have to, but you loved him. Desperately.

You looked at him, deeply. His bloodshot and glossy eyes, an effect of the alcohol, were peering right into yours while waiting for your answer.

You could savor this forever- a rare moment where he's the one waiting for you.

After a beat of silence, he sensed your hesitation and leaned back, searching your face for an answer for your off behavior, because Touya knew that the answer would've always been a yes- undeniably so.

"What's wrong?"

I love you.

"Nothing." You force a reassuring smile. "Why?"

"I don't know. You looked like you were about to cry for a second there." He moves his hand to your face now, rubbing his ice cold thumbs against your cheek. "Maybe I'm just drunk." He smiles.

He pulls your head in to press a kiss on your hairline. "Also, I saw Fuyumi today. She said hey."

"I'll text her later." You couldn't help but feel a twinge of warmth knowing that you came up in conversation with his sister.

"Were you not gonna come tonight?"

"Hmmm I don't think so" You casually say "I was kinda busy, but the fomo was kicking."

"Works out in my favor." He chuckles. "You wanna go inside? Toga said she was expecting you."

He starts standing up, gripping onto the railing to stabilize himself. With his other hand, he extends it out for you.

"Yeah I owe her a shot. That is, if she's not already fucked up." You grab onto his hand and hoist yourself up.

"In that case, I'll cash in the shot in her place." He wraps his arm around your waist, helping you down the frosty steps.

Once you made it through the window, your body instantly warmed up with the thick air of the apartment. Across from the kitchen, Toga spots you and squeals to herself, motioning for you to come to her.

"Kurogiri's been showing me how to make drinks!" She grins, panning her arm to the array of mixed drinks and shots sitting on the counter.

"Christ, Toga who's going to drink all that?" Touya mutters behind you as he moves into the kitchen.

"Y/N and I, duh!" She rolls her eyes before passing you a glass with a shots worth of pale pink liquid.

You swallowed your hesitation and glanced over to Touya, who was leaning up against the refrigerator watching you with a slight smile.

Seeing his pretty face was not a good reminder for yourself as to why you were here in the first place. Nonetheless, you and Toga clink your glasses together and down the first shot.

You cough into your sleeve, letting the burn warm your skin and help settle into your nerves. You shoot her a warning glance when she slides another drink into your hands.

"Oh so you're trying to kill me tonight, huh?" You down the new drink, pinching your nose as the lukewarm liquid burns its way down your throat. You slide the empty glass to her just for her to replace it with more alcohol.

"If there's one way to cure a sad girl, it's alcohol." Toga clinks your glasses together before finishing off her's.

"I only promised you one shot!" You pushed the glass away. "I'm a lightweight, let me take a breather unless you want me on my ass in half an hour."

"Okay fine" She pouts. "Just finish this one and we'll stop."

You grimaced, but she shot you a knowing look. You needed this. You needed a night to not think and worry about repercussions later.

"Fuck you." You sigh, clinking your glass with her. "And I love you."

After the last shot, your head clouded and your skin went hot. You pulled out a bar stool to sit and propped your head in your hands, watching Toga and Kurogiri talk about the mixtures and types of alcohol they were experimenting with.

Maybe the last shot was overkill, but 3 shots in 5 minutes meant that you'll be sober in a couple hours? You hoped so, at least.

"If she starts throwing up, I'm gonna kick everyone out." Touya jokes.

"You think I'm done?" Toga starts. "Touya, you have to finish the rest of these drinks with me."

Touya kept his distance on the other side of the the kitchen, chatting and drinking with Kurogiri and Toga all while glancing your way every now and then.

You were confident that everyone in this apartment knew about your entanglement with Touya, but with any outings and functions, PDA and other romantic gestures were kept to a minimum. You kept your distance, but this last shot started to feel like you needed a moment alone with Touya.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

At some point when the alcohol had fully settled in your stomach, you decided to get up and wander around the apartment while everyone else was occupied.

You slowly go through the main hallway, looking at the framed band posters hung up that you had seen about a hundred times.

At the end of the hall, there was your favorite piece of decoration he had- a framed photo of him and his high school garage band at one of their practices. His hair was dyed midnight black and his jeans were all sorts of torn up and embellished with spikes and chains. Every time you came over, you had to look at it at least once. You always told him that you wished you met him at this age, and that he could've broken your heart, but he insists that he would've never been able to pull you in the first place.

You continue your walk, staying close to the wall to keep your balance before you finally made it to his bedroom. You step in and takes deep breath, savoring the crisp pine and green apple that lingered from his cologne.

If you had been sober, you probably wouldn't be bold enough to sneak off to his bedroom in the middle of the get together, but you were sure that he would rather you lay in his bed than the bathroom floor.

You flop down and close your eyes for a moment of solitude. You made a mental note to curse Toga out for getting you this tipsy when it was only supposed to be one drink.

"How did I know I could find you here?"

You instantly recognized the voice and the chuckle that paired with it.

"Shut up." You muttered, keeping your eyes closed. "If you didn't let me drink so much, I wouldn't have to crash here."

"So sorry, pretty girl. My fault." You feel the bed shift as he crawls onto the bed to sit beside you. "I brought something for you."

You open your eyes and sit up to see him holding out a red solo cup. You shoot him a glare.

"It's water, before you say anything."

You release a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

You downed the water in one go, letting the cold liquid bring you back to life. You lean over to set the empty cup on his bedside table before letting yourself lay back down. Touya follows suit, propping himself up on his elbow.

"You feeling okay?" He brings his hand up to your cheek, lightly brushing away stray hairs.

You nodded your head, letting yourself soak in his light touches. Looking up at him from this angle made your stomach twist. You reached up and held his hand on your cheek, letting your thumb brush over his knuckles.

"Can I have a kiss?" You turned towards him, propping yourself up to face him.

He smiles and leans in, pressing a soft and gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks.

"Should I kick everyone out?" He whispers between kisses. "Just you and me tonight. I'll take care of you."

"Aren't you drunk too?" You prop yourself up, leaning over him and making him fall back on the bed.

"Yeah but not multiple-shots-in-the-span-of-2-seconds drunk like you."

You drag your finger down his nose bridge, tracing it down to his lips where he gives your finger a kiss. You replace your finger with you own lips, letting your hand fall to cup the side of his neck.

"Say the word and all of those fuckers will be out of here." He silently mutters against your lips.

In your mind, you were screaming at yourself. You wanted the night with him, but you couldn't bear doing this to yourself anymore. Every night spent with him and watching him leave through your window made your self worth crumble bit by bit.

"Enticing offer." You smile, sitting upright now. "But I think I might have to throw up."

His eyes widen in fear. "And you're telling me this now?"

He sits up and hops off the bed, pulls you off with him by the arms. "Idiot. Sweet, beautiful idiot." He presses a kiss to your temple before ushering you to his bathroom.

He helps you kneel down in front of the toilet before running out to grab more water.

You sit there for a moment before dry heaving into the toilet a few times. Nothing. With every cough, you cringed at yourself. Here you were, at a party you didn't even want to go to, gagging in the bathroom of someone who doesn't love you back.

You knew you truly didn't have to throw up, maybe just gag it out a bit, but you mainly needed to step away from Touya to clear your mind. Tomorrow, when you would have to tell Toga about how you folded is going to be a whole separate issue for you after tonight.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a glistening black rectangular object lay next to his trash can. You reach over to grab it, revealing itself to be a tube of berry red lipstick. You felt sick to your stomach, but for a different reason now.

In your drunken state and the alcohol running through your veins, you felt yourself choking up with tears. You knew you weren't the only one, but now that it was right in your face, there was no more pretending that you were. God, how stupid you felt.

"Get it together, Y/N. It was never going to work out." You thought to yourself.

You began to stand up, stumbling while doing so. Right as you steady yourself on the the door frame, Touya comes back in with a glass of water in his hands.

"Done already?" He asked, peering over your shoulder to see the damage.

You say nothing and move around him to get pass He sets the glass down and grabs your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

"Where are you going?" His eyes widened once he see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"What's wrong?" He says a bit quieter.

You choked out a laugh before showing him the object in your palm. "One of your girlfriends left this."

He gives you a puzzled look. "Okay? And you're upset over this? Why?"

"Are you serious, Touya? You're asking me why I'm upset over finding another girl's lipstick in your bathroom." You purse your lips,

He runs a hand through his hair, and releases a long sigh of air. "Y/N. This thing between us...it's casual. You know that. You can't get mad at me for that when we both agreed to it."

"Casual?" You spit back. "Is it casual that you're always coming to my window at 12am to fuck and talk about our futures? Is it casual when your siblings invite me over for dinner? Is it casual when you leave your front door open for me?" You exclaim. "It just doesn't make sense to me."

You storm out of his room to find that his apartment empty of your friends. He wasn't lying earlier, after all.

"Come on, Y/N." He follows you out "We were friends before anything else. In the beginning, Toga told me that you had a little crush on me, and I thought it was cute, but I didn't think it would turn out like this."

You make your way to the window, almost ready to jump out from embarrassment. A crush.. a little crush.

You rub your face in your hands. "You see, that's the problem, Touya. I think I'm in love with you, and you think I'm cute. Is it still casual?"

You step out onto the fire escape, and look back at him. This whole time you were avoiding his gaze, but there he was, his eyes wide and mouth gaped open watching you disappear from his fire escape for the last time.

tags: @bumblebeebutter @whitneys-favorite-slut @randomrosie01 @yuwuuta @raquel-star @the2ndl @vixendeery

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Yandere class 1a x mocha bunny reader: Bunnynapped

Yandere class 1a x mocha bunny reader

It was a nice day for a picnic so you and koda decided to head off on your own picnic basket in hand and blanket whenever you needed a break from all the overwhelming attention from your classmates you always headed to this secret spot to clear your mind and to play and chat with the small animals

You placed your blanket while Kota placed the basket down taking a breath it smelled like freedom you endured the beautiful and quiet nature there was a lake nearby the pond just in case you felt like swimming everything was perfect quiet and peaceful

"I'm gonna go get something to drink and berries at the lake koda!" he nodded "B-be careful tho there are big predator birds that will mistake you as a snack," he said while taking out the food and his favorite book read you nodded and ran off into the "Safe" forest, you made it to the lake glazing how the fish gracefully swam into their destination and the frogs leaping catching the bugs you grabbed your basket and went deeper into the woods until you saw a blueberry and a shiny red raspberry bush you grabbed your basket and started picking them unaware that someone was watching you

A teen with yellow eyes with messy space buns was observing you watching every move that you made like a hawk waiting for it's prey she watched you were were picking berries off the bush and putting them in the basket while also eating some as well "that bunny look so cute! Oh she's gonna be my little pet when I catch her" the blonde carefully sneak up behind herb making sure she wouldn't make a noise when her hands was just hovering away from you She quickly snatched you up and threw you in the sag

You struggled and struggled to try to turn into your human form but it was no use you squealed in discomfort and fear while the girl tried cooing and hushing you like you were some baby "Shhh ahh it's ok! I won't hurt you at all just gonna take you to your new home" you panicked even more when she said that you tried struggling and struggling but it was no use you were trapped hearing crunching of the leaves and dirt the girl happily hummed satisfy with her catch

Kota was getting worried about your long absence you shouldn't be gone for that long he looked around hoping you would come back until a panicked bird flew quickly on Kota's finger chirping in distress and panic kota gently comforted the poor animal by stroking its feathers and body the bird was calmly panicked but calmed down "Now tell me what's the problem" he said quietly and gently the bird chirped a few times and kota was shocked

You were taken...By toga Himiko

He needed to get the others even his teachers

"im back!" toga happily skipped along inside the Bar twice happily waving to her and Dabi completely ignored her focusing on the drink Kurogiri gave him but Shiggy was furious "Toga how many times have I told you about going out, especially in the day WITHOUT A DISGUISE" he said while scratching his neck toga scoffed and paid attention to the bag and giggled "I'll be fine nobody saw me plus I got myself a goodie!" she said shaking a bag a little and out came a squeak everyone's attention turned to her now curious of what she brought

"Woah toga did you bring a living snack nice!" Twice said excitingly reaching to hold the bag but Toga blocked his hand "No it's a.." she reached into the bag and pulled out the helpless creature (aka you) "A bunny!!" she squealed petting the distressed bunny's soft fur until she heard a poof and you turned into your human version now everyone was shocked "I'm not a bunny you phyco im a human! Just with a bunny quirk" you angry said not pleased with the "Suprised adoption"

Everyone was speechless for a second still in shocked while Toga's eyes sparkled brightly "EEEEEEK IT A BUNNY HERO" she tackled you with a hug squeezing you very tight you could barely breath nuzzling her head on your ears

"Well look what we have here..." Shigaraki darkly chuckled slowly walking up to you and circling you while observing the little bunny trapped in the cage but Toga shielded you "No shiggy I want them as a pet!" "A PET?!?" you and everyone else yelled in shock "I don't wanna be some villain pet!" toga completely ignored you kept going "Please take good care I'll feed them wash they'll put them in pretty outfits I promise I won't even get as much blood promise!" she pleaded with shigaraki and Dabi looked at him and chuckled "I mean I pet wouldn't be bad plus once we break them they'll be kinda useful," Dabi said with an evil sly smile shigaraki thought for a second and decided his answer "Fine we'll keep them BUT if they pissed me off and start to cause trouble im killing the rodent" you gulped nervously while toga and twice cheered "I just wanted a nice picnic..."

"Guys! Guys!" Koda ran into the common room trying to catch his breath everyone stared at him in shock and looked to see where their bunny darling was "Kota kun! What happened where's y/n?!" Mina said her voice filled with worry "They were taken by Toga she took them to their lair!" Everyone was in a panic that their precious darling was stolen away from them they were beginning to plan to save them until Aizawa stepped in "Nobodys going nowhere im going to inform the pro heroes it's dangerous to do that anyway" the class tried protesting but Aizawa quickly shut that down immediately and all told them to go to bed upset they were they had to go to bed sad and enraged that they couldn't do anything

During your stay with the LOV wasn't even that bed honestly except for the constant cuddling and her dressing you up into frilly and girly dresses and outfits and putting so many bows and accessories on your hair but you tolerated it you made sure not to say any snarky remarks due to shigarakis warning toga would twirl you around and dance with you while twice joined in doing embarrassing dancing while toga laugh but gave you 2nd hand embarrassment dabi was annoyed like an older brother always picking on their little siblings enough to make them tell their parents teasing you about how your not getting out of here and picking on you pulling on your ears until you squeaked until toga came and comfort you while being scolded by her

Kurogiri Was kind to you whenever you had enough he would always tell Toga, twice and Dabi to back off a bit and make sure you were ok he would give you healthy and actual edible food then just fed carrots and grass all day so he was the most decent out of all of them in your opinion next was Magne was another decent one but was just like toga she was adored about your features always petting your hair she wouldn't try and force you into your bunny form like a toga but whenever she gets the chance she always pets and brushes your fur which you enjoyed it a bit

But all things had to come to an end when an explosion was heard and a large hole filled with pro-heroes police, Aizawa was here as well kurogiri quickly formed a portal for them to go inside everyone went but you struggled out of the togas strong gripped, and fall on the ground she called your name until the portal was closed good riddance, you were questioned by a bunch of police and pros and we're checked to see if you had any injuries or tracking devices they put it felt like hours until they finally let you go

When you got back from the dorms everyone crowded around you cheering for your return There were a bunch of hugs from everyone even Shoto formed a small smile but Bakugo lectured and yelled at you about being reckless and how you should be careful you were gifted with a lot of stuff and the girls invited you to a sleepover you wanted to complain but you were just glad you weren't with the LOV

[telvess]

Record of Ragnarok, Hades x Persephone!Reader

Sorry for delay, but my writer's block came back.

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— Mother, are you sure it’s wise for me to accompany you? — you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your mother chose a modest toga for you that completely covered your shoulders and neckline and was long enough that nobody could even see your toes — I can wait for you here. Your eyes met your mother's in the reflection of the mirror. Her grim visage was present - cold, distant, severe, just like winter. So different from the mendacious one that’s she usually portrayed. — You’re safest by my side — her voice reminded you of the sound of a branch breaking. Demeter wore a simple black robe, her brown hair was braided. She got walked up to you, stood right behind you and watched your reflection in the mirror with cold eyes. The cold she emanated sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine. — Stay within my arm's reach, or at worst within my sight — she instructed — Come now, child — she took your hand and led you towards the doors.

You just needed to pass the bifröst and your mother would never find you again. The only way to achieve this was to make your disappearance seem like an accident. That would take away any suspicions and give just enough time to escape. After Gigantomachy, the Greek gods had much to celebrate and much more to discuss. Even if your mother didn’t take part in the war, she still was excepted at this huge event. Such an opportunity for you may never come again. But before, you had to pretend to be an obedient daughter who was brainwashed by your mother to the point where you couldn’t imagine life without her. So you did what she said - you stayed by her side throughout the entire event, you didn't participate in any conversations, you didn't pay attention to anything - and you looked as uncomfortable as you could in the presence of strangers. On the last day of the event, Demeter seemed contented, even in her grumpy mood. That’s why when Hera asked for her, she didn't look at you once. — Stay here — she commanded. You watched her approach Hera surrounded by nymphs. They exchanged greetings and then your mother checked you out for the first time. Shortly thereafter, it happened a second time. She lasted over a minute without paranoia taking over. You sat still like a sculpture. Only your heart was betraying you, but Demeter couldn’t hear it. She checked you out a third time, and then fourth almost immediately after. Now, you ordered yourself and with wildly beating heart, you joined the passing group. You tried to move as fast as you could, but your long toga prevented you from doing so. You lifted up your dress, hearing in mind your mother sucking air through his teeth at that shameless act. You were passing other gods and goddesses, nymphs and elves. With a few exceptions, you didn’t recognize anyone. You gritted your teeth, feeling anger rising in your chest. You were so old yet you didn’t even know people in your on pantheon. That conclusion gave you even more motivation to speed up. The others gave you looks of surprise or annoyance, but you were too focused on finding a way out to care. Once you were outside, the fresh air cooled you down. You took a deep breath and smiled. The prospect of freedom together with a thrill provided emotions you had never experienced before. The dark sky was full of stars. Everyone was inside at that moment, so the path to the carriage was clear, but just in case, you walked hidden in the shadows so that no one could see you from the balconies. Each carriage was specially marked, every god had different preferences. Once you spotted the right one, you sneaked right under the coachman's nose and hid in the storage, where they kept luggage case. It was big enough for you to fit, full of someone’s clothes. Now it was time for the hardest part: waiting. Your mother was probably looking for you and pulling her hair out at this point. You knew how cunning she was - you took after her - and you couldn’t help but let your worries grow. What if you never actually outwitted her? What if she knew about your little plan all along? What if she suspected something and just let you have a this luttle illusion of freedom, just to rip this apart a few minutes later?

You didn't know how long you had been hiding at that point. It felt like it lasted for about an hour as your numb body slowly began to ache from lying in the uncomfortable position. You heard voices from time to time, and they grew louder over time as more and more gods began to leave the event for their palaces. Did your mother keep your disappearance a secret? You expected much bigger fuss, and hoped that her uncontrollable rage would get her into trouble… The sigh escaped your lips as the carriage shook and moved. Was this really happening? You didn’t want to jinx it, but the fire of happiness lit in your chest. Please, don’t stop, please, don’t stop… They listened.

You peeked through the crack in your chest from time to time. It was stupid of you, but you couldn't help but see Valhalla getting smaller and smaller by every second. Leaving it behind was one of the biggest steps you had ever taken and it felt great. But the carriage was moving in such slow pace that you had to fight with yourself to not jump out of your hiding place. First you had to pass the bifröst and enter the Underworld in the carriage, then… worry about what to do with your freedom and how not to die on the first day of your life - you repeated to yourself.

The Underworld wasn’t as dark as you expected. At least not where you came from. The sky was grey and brought gloomy atmosphere, that was only enhanced by the landscape of bare rock mountains, but it was less scary and depressing than in your mother’s stories. And you haven't heard or seen any demons yet. The carriage was travelling on a bumpy road, causing chest with you inside to constantly shake. You tried your best to ignore it, but as the minutes passed, your patience slowly wore thin. One time - when the carriage ran over something exceptionally big - and you hit your head on the cover of the chest, you decided that you had had enough and you opened chest with too much force. The lifted hinged lid hit the back of the carriage too hard, the rumble seeming especially loud in the quiet place you were in. You cursed your stupidity and held your breath, hoping the sound remained unnoticed. — Stop the carriage! — you heard a stern voice. You groaned. What should you do now?! For lack of a better option, you decided to hide in the box again. With your heart beating madly, you listened from the inside. You heard the door open, then barely audible footsteps and… silence. You bit your lip, feeling building sensation in your stomach. You didn’t see or hear anything, but your mind told you that someone was right next to your hideout. — You’re waiting for me to leave, aren’t you? — you said loudly. — Yes. That was short and brutal for some reason. Suddenly all your excitement and thrill of unknown disappeared, replaced by embarrassment. At that moment you felt so small, hidden in someone’s chest like a common thief. You bit your lip and stood up, without looking up. But your numb body didn’t exactly listen to you, so you lost your balance and fell with the massive chest you were hidden in. You landed on the ground, among the rocks and dirt.

— Ouch… Speaking of embarrassment… Your head was right on someone’s shoes. To your surprise it wasn’t sandals that Greek gods usually wear, but a pair of leather shoes filled with square patterns. Quite extravagant in your mother’s opinion. You raised your head and saw a very formal outfit; long white jeans, a blazer with patches decorated on the left and right side and a collar that spans all the way to his upper chest. Above were cold, almost indifferent purple eyes assessing you. You had never seen Hades before and had no particular idea of him, but you had to admit: he was a very handsome man, with his noble features, grey hair and a leaf-like pattern tattooed above his left eye. Not to mention his strong aura that floated around and took your breath away. — Oh, hi… — you mumbled with a soft smile, trying to remain nonchalant. Hades didn’t flinch. — Hi — he replied, a note of moderate interest in his tone — You know, if you needed a ride, you could’ve just asked. You smiled and slowly stood up. You couldn’t stand his spiral eyes, so you focused on your toga instead. The fabric was no longer white, and brushing off the dirt didn't make much of a difference. — Thank you, but I wanted to keep a low-profile. When you looked at him again, this time, face to face, you noticed in his eyes sparks of understanding. Your face remained the same, but inside you were trying to fight the feeling of anxiety. He recognized you. — You’re the one that was missing… — said Hades — The girl. You shrugged. — So my mother made a mess after all… — She thinks something happened to you — Hades’ words didn’t match his tone. He seemed intrigued, his eyes looking at you curiously. — I had to make it look like an accident, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to escape — even if he didn’t asked, you still felt obligated to explain yourself — You probably won’t keep silent if I ask you to, right? — I'll probably only mention you if someone asks first. — Oh, I like that! It was probably just your imagination, but Hades’ lips twitched slightly. You smiled yourself. He showed no signs of wanting to betray you, which made the anxious flew away and now it was time to get a better look around. And so you did. The world around you was as ugly as through crack in the chest. The sky as grey and landscape as unfriendly. You could look around, no matter what direction and still see everything, without somebody panting into your neck felt. It was just amazing. You took a very deep breath and winced at the smell of sulphur. — Helheim isn’t friendly place for a lady, especially this young — you heard. You looked over your shoulder at Hades, who was still standing in his previous spot.

— I can take care of myself — you answered, confidently. — I have no doubts — he said, but you were sure it was out of politeness. You knew he found you naive for thinking you had a chance against the demons, but you didn't care. You could be as dangerous as dust to these creatures, and yet you refused to turn back. — May I ask why? You met Hades’ eyes again. — Why what? — Why Helheim? — No one would have expected such a choice. Especially not my mother. At least that’s what you were hoping for. — Demons aren’t friendly and this place is full of them — Hades tried to reason with you again, but it gave opposite effect. You frowned. — Anywhere is better than my mother's prison — you said upset — At least I’ll die seeing the sky. For the first time, Hades' face showed signs of surprise. Only for a moment, but apparently he didn't expect to awaken your anger. He smiled at you as if he was contented with the answer, then turned to the carriage doors. — To the carriage — he said, firmly, stopping right in front of it. Maybe you were very naive after all because you so quickly assumed that he was good? — I’m not going back there — you crossed your arms. — You aren’t going on your own either — you were informed with calmness that made something snapped inside you. — Said who? You were ready to fight if necessary, even against someone as powerful as Hades. — Me, the king of the Underworld — Hades looked at you with such confidence that you realized very quickly how slim your chances were against him. After all he was the one who stopped Titans all by himself… You didn’t move a bit, you just watched him carefully and waited. Hades sighed. — Such a troublesome young lady — he mumbled, more to himself than to you — We’re heading to my palace. You can stay there for a while until you figure out what to do next. You blinked few times a little surprised. Oh? — Why do you care? I’m not your problem. Hades smiled again. — You remind me of someone. — Who? — Get in the carriage — he ordered again, but the sight of your still sceptical expression irritated him greatly — Or I swear, make me repeat myself one more time and I’ll use methods that your mother would kill me for. You burst into laughter, but Hades didn’t share your joy, so you fell silent. You felt like he wasn't joking and he actually wanted to use his strength, but for some reason, part of you, wanted him to do so… how strange that was… — Fine… — you gave up and finally moved. Hades opened the door for you. The inside of the carriage was definitely much nicer than the inside of the chest. You sat down in the soft, red seat on the driver’s side. Hades gave his servant some instructions and joined you soon after. You two saw in silence and just stared at each other. Once the carriage moved, you couldn’t take it anymore and shouted: — Why are you helping me? You must know my mother! Despite your outburst, Hades remained calm. He reached for the glass of wine on the small windowsill and drank some before answering.

— I do know Demeter. You rolled your eyes. — Then why? — you kept demanding. — Because I like the sound of your confidence. You opened your mouth, then closed it again. The confusion must have shown on your face because Hades chuckled over his glass. There was something about him that was just… very cute. You felt annoying warmth rising to your cheeks. How embarrassing… You looked away, pretending to suddenly be interested in the mountainous landscape outside the window. — You’re strange man — you muttered. — How so? — If you really know my mother, you know what she is capable of. Hades didn’t seem worried. In fact, he made himself more comfortable in his seat and crossed his legs. — Your dark-robed mother was a friend of my grandmother, who declared war to us not so long ago. I do know her more than you think. Besides, her own daughter chose death in Helheim over her company. That alone speaks for itself. — Hard to argue — you admitted — You know… — a gentleman would offer me a glass… — you pointed to the open wine. Hades smiled at you and granted your wish without a word. — Have you been drinking before? — he asked, observing how you smelt wine and took a small sip. You frowned at the strange taste and shook your head, which made Hades laugh. He raised his glass to make a toast — For the many first times then. You smiled back and drank it all in one go.

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ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ [ch.4]

[Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader]

Beginning: Prologue

Previous: Chapter Three

➨ Chapter Four

Next: Coming Soon...

Premise:

The multiverse theory is the idea that there is not only one universe but, instead, an infinite number of universes, parallel to one another.

You and Tenko were heroes in your universe. The war came and went, and that left only you. When you are thrown into a universe parallel to yours, you find out the hard way just how similar and different it is from your own.

A/N: My roommates and I totally got knocked tf out with the bad luck stick. This chapter already went through the first rounds of edits, and I was going to do a final round... but that was just not gonna happen today. So please excuse any typos or whatnot <3

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CHAPTER FOUR

Toga made an unpleasant face when you dropped your large wad of rain-soaked clothing into her open arms. She was the lucky duck that was chosen to escort you on your trip back to the hotel. It turns out she was typically the one who volunteered to run errands and shop for the boys thanks to her quirk being perfect for going out undetected.

For your brief outing, she took on the form of the woman you’d seen outside the convenience store with Shigaraki the night prior. Her pretty face was contorted in distaste as it was clear she wanted nothing more than to drop the soggy pile on the marble tiled floor. Unfortunately for her, you had to check out of the hotel first, and you needed both hands free in order to do that.

You thanked the receptionist with a friendly smile and dipped your head politely before turning to leave. Toga was quick to shove your hero suit into your belly, forcing you to take it back from her. She had enough strength behind it to make you stumble back a step or two.

“Agh! That was so not cool,” she complained as she rubbed her wet forearms off on her sweater.

You rolled your eyes. “It wasn’t even a full minute. You’re fine.”

“You could have at least warned me! That felt so gross.”

You snickered at her, receiving a childish pout in return. But then, your smile dropped, and Toga’s body stiffened as the two of you spotted a pair of police officers passing through the entrance of the hotel.

You pushed against Toga, directing her to the outskirts of the foyer, which was decorated with a generous number of potted plants that would give you cover. It was hard to feel completely hidden when your arms were full of not only your dripping clothing but also several bags from the light shopping you had done before coming here. Making a silent escape would be a feat.

Maybe you were overreacting. The officers would never be able to recognize Toga with her current disguise, and you were much older than your villainous counterpart. Surely, you looked different enough to slip by without catching anybody’s eye…

But that was probably a reach.

“They don’t know what you look like,” Toga whispered to you, tugging on your sleeve to get you walking towards the exit. She always had a knack for knowing exactly what was going through your head. It was somewhat comforting that this version of her was the same way. Then again, it could very well be that you were just easy to read.

You gave her a questioning look. You remembered seeing pictures of yourself in villain garb during your little research project this morning. They had to at least have an idea of what you looked like. Then again, you recalled that in each of them you had been wearing a mask.

You glanced back over at the cops who were walking up to the receptionist, and you allowed Toga to pull you away. You were almost out the door when you overheard a piece of their conversation.

“—card statements alerted us that she booked the night here. She’s been missing for over a week now.”

“Oh…What did you say her name was again?”

You knew you should just keep walking—you were almost out of view—but the sound of your name caused you to look back out of habit. Just then, the receptionist’s wide eyes locked onto yours. She looked confused, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for her words.

“Go,” you hissed, pushing Toga out the door and causing her to trip over her own feet. Your firm hold on her shirt kept her from falling as you hauled her out of the building and down the sidewalk. She whined and tried to wiggle out of your hold.

The hotel was supposed to be your last stop. You decided then that you would have to tack on a few extra to be sure you wouldn’t be tailed. The last thing you wanted was to lead the police straight to your villainous friends’ hideout. The two of you filed into the nearby station, and just as you reached the platform, one of the trains pulled up. You wasted no time in hopping on.

You never imagined you’d be the one running from authorities.

And now that you were, you hated it.

The way your head spun and your heart raced. How your hands were shaking so badly you were struggling to hold onto your bags. The anxiety that rushed through your veins, overwhelming and taking over your mind with dread over what was to come.

You knew you weren’t a villain, and realistically, you shouldn’t actually be in any trouble. They were looking for you because, in this world, you had a missing person’s case. If they caught you, the worst-case scenario would be an interrogation into why you disappeared. You wouldn’t be arrested for any real crime.

Still, you couldn’t help but panic. Maybe it was because you were with someone who was wanted as a villain. Even then, she was unrecognizable in her disguise. Most likely, you were so worried because never before had you been the one the authorities were after. You never imagined you’d find yourself in this type of situation—and you certainly didn’t know how to get yourself out of it.

In the end, you weren’t really the person they were looking for—rather, you were just a doppelganger of sorts—and you had no explanation for them if they did bring you in for questioning. You knew close to nothing about your past in this world. There was no way her life had been identical to yours considering the vastly different outcomes.

She had money, but how did she get it? A proper job or crime?

Who were her closest friends?

Where did she live?

Your best bet if you were ever caught was to fake amnesia, you reckoned.

Your heart rate only slowed down after seven or so stops. Toga was patient with you, but you could tell she was getting antsy and eager to get off the train. It was maybe the tenth stop when you finally stood up to leave.

The train let you off at a street full of shops and bustling people, very similar to the one you’d gone to earlier in the day. The air was full of chatter loud enough to be heard over a cacophony of music resulting from various playlists intermingling. Had you been in a mall, the music may have been a bit more in sync, but this was what happened when multiple stores wanted to create an ambiance for their customers.

Getting to the end of each block proved to be quite the chore as Toga’s attention was caught by every other window display. She whined about how she never got to buy nice things for herself anymore because she had no money. Needless to say, your soft heart would give in, and you’d walk away with her beaming and admiring her new apparel.

Your attention was caught at one point when you passed a shop selling a variety of used gaming consoles. Some of the posters taped to the front entrance were advertisements for games Tenko and Iguchi had introduced to you. Toga didn’t bat an eye, continuing on her way, but you paused to wonder, if you hadn’t died in this world, would you make similar memories with Shigaraki and Spinner?

You missed the days when the three of you would gather at one of your homes. Beanbag chairs and a plethora of pillows would be gathered in front of a TV, surrounded by a mountain of snacks to last you days. Tenko never failed to provide enough energy drinks to kill a horse. He wanted to ensure that you—in a food coma bliss—wouldn’t pass out before it even hit midnight.

The sun would be peeking over the horizon, and your bloodstream would still be saturated with caffeine, resulting in you badgering them mercilessly to prevent them from nodding off. You’d be buzzing in your seat as the three of you played on, framed by two zombies who wanted nothing more than to knock you unconscious. Once he had enough, Tenko would pull the plug and drag your whining ass to the makeshift beds Iguchi had set up earlier in the night. You’d only settle down after several minutes of Tenko’s arm latching you to the floor.

You’d like to think that your counterpart shared experiences akin to your own. Although, you wouldn’t be terribly surprised if being wanted criminals took precedence over finding the time and money to play games through the night.

You turned away from the shop to follow Toga back to the hideout.

Twice was quick to jump on you both as soon as you walked through the door. He wanted nothing more than to dig through the bags of new goodies you brought with you. Compress wasn’t so invasive, but he still hovered to catch a glimpse at whatever was pulled out. When Twice reached the plastic bag you used to carry your soaked garments, he made an alarmed noise and shoved it off on Compress who was also fairly displeased.

“What on Earth is this?” he said, aghast.

“It’s my hero suit… It was raining in my universe before I was sent here, so it got totally soaked through,” you explained, taking the clothing back from him.

“Oh, I was wondering why you looked so miserable last night!” Toga chimed. You pursed your lips.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go get changed into something a bit more palatable,” you said, digging through a large paper bag full of new clothes.

“You weren’t kidding about that hero crap?” you heard Shigaraki grumble.

You glanced over at him as he lounged across one of the battered sofas, gnawing on a candy bar. You couldn’t necessarily blame his distaste for heroes being that he was on the receiving end of their dutiful efforts. It was more understandable given you knew just who they really were—without this universe’s societal views blurring your beliefs into following them instead.

“Of course not,” you said as you pulled out a cozy pair of pants along with a soft sweatshirt.

“So, your morals align with theirs then,” he said, and you didn’t miss the mildly sinister undertone in his voice. You looked back over to see his eyes boring into you. He was waiting for your response, his body visibly tense. It was clear that the wrong answer would trigger an exchange with an unappealing outcome, and that seemed to be what he anticipated, though his deep frown suggested he preferred that not be the case.

“No…” you said softly, watching him carefully. You felt like Shigaraki wouldn’t think twice about going after you while your back was turned. You knew Tenko would never do that, but you also knew he was passionate about his world views, intense and driven to defend them. With him already being on the opposing side of the law, you weren’t sure where Shigaraki drew the line when it came to fighting for what he believed in. You’d like to think he was as sensible as you remembered.

Thankfully, you wouldn’t need to find out today. “No, the heroes here were my enemies where I come from.”

He scrutinized you, gauging whether to believe you or not, but after a moment, his narrowed eyes and tensed muscles relaxed. “Mm,” he grunted in acknowledgment before turning his attention back to his food, pretending to investigate whatever was written on the wrapper.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked back down at the outfit you picked out. You hadn’t noticed your heart rate was elevated until that moment, feeling it slow down.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit curious as to what we’re like as heroes,” Compress pondered, a hand tucked under his chin.

“Me, too!” Toga said and attached herself to your back, putting most of her weight onto you. “Are we, like, so awesome?”

You glanced over your shoulder at her and chuckled. “Oh, definitely, but I’m sure you’re just as awesome here.”

She giggled before pestering you to share more.

So, you did.

“Our agency’s focus was mostly on rescue. We were usually the first to respond to natural disasters or the destructive aftermath of villain activity. Sometimes we’d be given assignments to gather intel to help out other agencies,” you explained.

“I’ve got a hard time believing Dabi’s good at rescue. He should just scorch them!” Twice butted in.

“I said mostly,” you laughed. “Dabi… kind of had his own role.” Speaking of, both he and Spinner were missing from the common area. “Is he around right now?”

“No,” Shigaraki clipped with a mouthful of food, “He’s out recruiting for us.”

“What about Spinner?”

You didn’t miss the way his eyes shot over to look at you, causing a slight shiver down your spine. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but in this universe, his energy had a menacing edge to it.

“He’s sleeping.” Shigaraki swallowed his last bite and dropped the wrapper beside him. “Why were you using past tense?”

“Was I?” It hadn’t even crossed your mind. Apparently, Compress noticed it, as well, nodding along as if he would have asked about it if no one else had. Toga and Twice seemed confused, looking between you and Shigaraki.

You drew back slightly. Telling all of them about the tragedy that had struck your group felt wrong… You understood that things were different here, but you also didn’t want to put meaningless fear into their heads. They wouldn’t be playing the same roles as they did in your past, so it wouldn’t make any sense for them to face the same fate.

“I guess…I guess it’s because I’m technically from the future?” You shrugged with a shamefully false smile. Lying about this didn’t feel all that great either. What if—because of weird universal parallel laws or whatever—they will meet the same ends as they did in your world? If telling them could change that, then that’s what you would want to do.

You would do anything to change what had happened to your friends.

Spinner’s words from earlier in the day rang through your head. There was still a chance that manipulating their timeline could create a paradox, the aftermath of which could be devastating—according to the limited SciFi media you’ve consumed on that subject matter.

You wanted to rip your hair out. You hated being in this position, and you were eager to get out of it. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long for you to hunt down Dai Uchuu and convince him to send you home.

There was a sharp tug at your heart.

It occurred to you that home wouldn’t have all the people you cared so much about. That should have been obvious, but it was easier to forget than you’d think. Still, that’s where your life was, and you had to live with the outcome of your own battles.

You pushed past that uncomfortable feeling with a little help from Toga and Twice badgering you for more details on their lives as heroes.

You continued to tell them about Toga’s success and promotion, and how Twice was invaluable for his productivity and utility on the field, amplifying everyone else’s capabilities tenfold. Compress and Tenko were excellent at clearing debris, freeing anyone trapped or injured. There were a few people you brought up who the others were unfamiliar with, such as Minji, Sakiko, and other old classmates of yours.

You wondered if they had yet to meet.

“That sounds like so much fun,” Toga said. She was plopped down in front of you, hugging her knees to her chest as she listened to you share stories about where you came from. She stared at the ground with a blank expression. “I wonder how we ended up so different.”

“Me too,” you muttered

“I’m glad we’re not heroes,” Shigaraki spouted, kicking his legs off the couch so he could sit up. His eyes settled on you.

“What?” you asked, a bit jarred by his comment. “Why? I can’t imagine living in hiding is all that fun.”

“Because we don’t have to conform to the shallow ideals of society. Heroes like to act like they keep the peace when, in reality, they turn a blind eye to those they deem beneath them. I’m not interested in playing pretend.”

You blinked.

Some heroes could be like that sometimes, but they were the vast minority. Most of the people you knew were genuine and loved being given the opportunity to help others. You were sure Tenko felt the same as you, but Shigaraki’s opinions were the stark opposite.

You assumed that could be attributed to the fact the heroes here were just as corrupt as the villains you knew them to be. Shigaraki was their villain, and they were his enemies. If you were in his shoes, you probably wouldn’t want to join the opposing team either.

The energy in the room had changed, and you all silently agreed to drop the topic. Toga stepped into the spotlight to start showing off everything you’d bought her, which led to Twice begging you to buy stuff for him, as well. Compress tried to be subtle about it, but it was clear he wanted in on the gift-giving by the way he began listing items he lost or wished he could buy.

At some point, Dabi had returned, and Spinner had risen. Dabi made a b-line for the scarce-looking bedroom, but Spinner was eager to join in the conversation. He was a little less self-centered about the things he thought you should buy, more so concerned with what the group needed as a whole.

Shigaraki was silent from his spot on the couch, seemingly uninterested in the conversation, but his eyes were locked onto you all the while. There were a few moments where you’d look over but quickly look away when you saw he was still staring. It felt like he was in deliberation with himself regarding your presence, like he had yet to decide whether he’d let you stay or not.

You weren’t kept in suspense for too long.

Spinner was in the middle of arguing with Twice about needs versus wants when Shigaraki butted in to announce you’d be staying with Toga overnight. Then he left, you assumed to retreat to his own bedroom. Compress and Twice turned in not long after, but Spinner hung around until Toga dragged you away to give you a tour of her room.

Hers was the one that looked like a bomb had gone off inside. Her clothing was overflowing out of her wardrobe and across the majority of the carpeted floor. You could barely see her bed underneath the mountain of plushies she’d accumulated, and you had to watch your step to be sure you didn't crush any of the scattered makeup.

You were soon thankful her messiness made you more attentive of where you were walking, because you noticed the gleam of a knife peeking out from beneath her clothing. You crouched down and carefully picked it up. “Um… Toga? Why do you have this in your room?”

She gasped as her eyes widened and a gleeful smile stretched across her face. She pranced over to you. “You found it! I’ve been looking everywhere for that!” She plugged it from your hand and held it to her chest, giggling and skipping away to find a new home for it.

Okay…

You elected to ignore her absurd behavior in favor of helping her clear a spot on the ground for you to sleep. She began handing blankets and pillows off for you to arrange however you preferred.

You dodged an oversized teddy bear, covering your head for safekeeping. You lowered one of the fluffy pillows being lent to you to send a playful glare at Toga as she rifled through her stuffed animals. She began pelting you with anything she thought would be a good addition to your makeshift bed.

“This is gonna be so fun!” Toga sang as she tossed another plushie in your direction. You caught it this time. She turned around to start helping you gather everything into a somewhat bed-shaped pile. “Tomura and I just bought a bunch of snacks and stuff, too—Oh, that’s when we found you!”

“Right. You guys left some stuff behind, by the way,” you hummed with a soft smile. You tucked a blanket around your mound of a mattress to help it keep its form. “I tried to give it back, but you guys were long gone, so I returned it to the clerk.”

“Hm, I would have kept it if I were you,” she said, side-eying you. “I know where Jin’s food stash is. I’m sure he wouldn’t care if we took some.”

“He wouldn’t care if you asked? Or wouldn’t care because he wouldn’t notice?” you catch, giving her a suspicious look. She grinned wide, showing off her sharp canines.

“Jin’s a sweety. He’ll understand,” she said, waving her hand as if she was shooing away the conversation topic.

You finished working on your sleeping arrangements, and Toga dug around in her closet for anything she could use to give you a makeover. You were offended at first by the way she chose to phrase it, but you could recall all the times you’d spent with your Toga. The horrors she put your hair and skin through had long since been buried away—way more than six feet under.

Your body was stiff as she began working with your hair.

“If only Magne were here, too. The three of us were planning a girls’ night before—” Toga paused, looking off to the side as she emitted a strained hum. “She said it would be good for team building.”

You looked down at your crossed legs.

Losing Magne was hard. No one could have anticipated such an outcome. The planning that had gone into that assignment felt endlessly meticulous not only for guaranteed success but also to avoid serious casualties. Everyone believed all bases had been covered.

But reality never goes exactly as planned.

There was no plan to account for the unexpected adversaries. No plan when so many of your allies’ lives were at risk. There was no plan to prevent Magne from jumping ahead to act as a buffer. She made her own plan, and she went through with it, and she succeeded. She saved all those lives at the cost of her own.

You weren’t sure how she passed away in this timeline, and you didn’t feel it would be appropriate to ask, but you had no doubt it was for something just as noble. This world may have deemed her a villain, but you knew her as a hero. You knew her ideology and goals, and it was a shame she—like all the others—wasn’t recognized for it.

You wanted to know how the morals of this society got flipped around. How were the real villains able to pull it off?

With copious manipulation tactics, you were sure.

“Were we ever able to hang out?”

“Huh?” You blinked back to attention. To be fair, you both had gone silent for a minute, allowing your mind to wander. “Oh. The three of us?”

“Mm,” she affirmed.

“Yeah…” You began picking at your nails. “Yeah, we got to hang out a decent amount.”

Her hands, which were busy at work with your hair, slowed down. “What kind of stuff did we do?”

You weren’t sure what to say. You wouldn’t have to worry about causing any paradoxes, since your stories were in both of your pasts at this point. Still, it wasn’t good to dwell too much on the past, or on what could have been.

That probably made you a hypocrite, but you weren’t too keen on taking your own advice on such matters.

“Magne would take us shopping sometimes,” you said softly. “Our work studies didn’t pay all that well, and she felt bad, so she’d want to buy us all sorts of things while we were out.”

“Like a big sister,” Toga suggested, her hands returning to her normal pace.

“Or a cool aunt or something.” You smiled and turned slightly to look over your shoulder at her. Her eyes were focused on her hands, but she was smiling, too.

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[aaizawashouta]

Devil in Disguise

pairing: frat!naruto x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: why hide your demons when all naruto wants to do is play with them? (Modern au)

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) fingering, slight overstimulation, oral (f receiving), p in v, cream pie a fight, slight mention of blood

a/n: happy halloween! This is ALL I’ve been able to think about.

Fraternities are the worst. It’s loud. There’s too many people, and you’re burning up in the white turtleneck bodysuit that Ino and Sakura bullied you into. This party had not been on your list of activities for the day. You went to work, being miserable on your feet for ten hours only to come home smelling like greasy food and french fries to find your roommates ready for an attack. All you wanted to do was sit on the couch in your pajamas watching some stupid ghost hunting show while handing out candy.

But when do you ever get what you want?

Sighing in irritation, you adjust the white wings that rest against your back. The headband holding up the halo above your head was digging into the space behind your ears. You only stop fidgeting with it when Sakura shoots daggers at you. Smoothing down the white sweater, you try your best to get comfortable. But it’s hard when you can’t breathe. The air is thick and hazy despite the back doors being open. The sound of laughter and yelling can be heard over the blaring music. Whoever they put as dj needs to be fired.

“Come on, slowpoke.” Ino threw over her shoulder.

You glare at her back, following the two through the crowd. A sharp glare slicing through the idiot dressed in a toga when he bumps into you. Fuck, parties suck. Sakura forges a path that leads straight to the living room. All the furniture is cleared out except where they’re playing beer pong. You bite back a groan when Kiba spots you. Even from a few feet away you can see his eyes light up.

You raise a hand before he can say anything. “I need a drink.”

He bears his teeth in a sharp grin. “Kitchen is that way, babe.”

“How chivalrous of you,” you mumble.

Of fucking course you’d have to make your way through a crowd of people to get to the kitchen. Heat runs up your neck as irritation settles over you. There’s no subtlety—you’re plowing elbows and knocking drinks out of people’s hands. There’s a multitude of names being tossed at your back, not that you care. An hour, that’s it. One game of pong to appease Kiba and you’re out of here. You came, you saw, you conquered your roommates. Halloween over.

Nothing is ever simple.

The kitchen is almost empty. Gaara and Kankuro stand next to the refreshments. You smile, knowing that they’re on guard. That’s something you actually like about this particular fraternity. They may all be dumb meatheads, but they set clear boundaries. It stems from their president, Naruto, you know. He’s a good guy, can rival the energizer bunny and is pure, honest sunshine. You can see him standing just behind the two brothers. Blue eyes taking in the party around him.

You don’t see him until he’s already on you. Empty solo cup in hand, you turn to run into a firm chest. Your brows furrow, a scowl taking up your face as you peer up that guy blocking you from everyone else. His eyes are glazed, glassy and bloodshot. He’s wearing an easy smile, but you don’t miss the bite to it. He thinks he’s a predator, and he thinks you’re an easy prey. Yeah, fucking right.

“Can I help you?”

“What drink you looking for?”

Your gaze narrows. “Don’t worry about it. I got it.”

“C’mon, sugar. Don’t be like that. L’me get you a drink.” He runs a finger down the side of your face before you’re smacking it away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

He takes two steps forward, crowding you into the corner. Your eyes flash around him, briefly. Gaara and Kankuro are watching you closely. They know better than to interfere, you know how to handle yourself around drunk idiots who think they can fucking do what they want. When rough, clammy hands wrap around your arm and yank you forward, you almost lose your footing. You would have, if it hadn’t been for the blond stepping in front of you.

Easily Naruto pulls the unwanted grasp off of you, pushing him forward to give you enough room to escape. Your heart thundered in your ears. You stayed right there, right behind your savior.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The blond all but snarls.

“Nothing, man. Just talking to the pretty girl.”

“Just talking, huh? Is that why you felt the need to put your hands on her? Backed her up into a corner after she told you to stop touching her?”

“I—“

He pushes the guy, making him stumble. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

It’s like a scene from a movie, moving in slow motion. You see the drunkard's face turn into pure rage, fist flying towards Naruto. He lands a punch, a solid one. A large gash splitting open on his right cheek. It starts weeping blood as you gasp. The guy swings again, Naruto dodges it, right hand grabbing it, twisting the guy’s arm before sending a first of his own. You hear the telltale crack of fist against bone as the guy falls to the floor.

“Kankuro.” He barks, getting the brunet’s attention. “Drag the fucker outside.” His voice is low and rough, and fuck if it doesn’t scream dangerous. And you’d hate to admit that it does something to you, that low voice and the blood on his knuckles and the way he stands in front of you.

You swallow thickly, watching the creep get literally dragged outside. Your gaze moves slowly from the unconscious man on the floor to the one who’s stood in front of you. His piercing blue gaze burns into you as you lift your hand and wipe away the blood that’s splattered on your cheek. That’s new. His gaze is so earnest, full of concern and slightly ticked off. The indent between his brows gives it away. Without thinking you reach out and rub it away.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs. “I know. Didn’t feel right just watching, though.”

“I’m a big girl. I could’ve handled it.”

His eyes take you in from your head to your toes. You’re more covered than most of the girls here. With the way he’s looking at you, you feel damn near naked. “Oh, I know.” He stares a moment more, hands flexing at his side like he still wants to hit the bastard.

“You going to clean that?”

“I’m alright.”

You only hum. “Come on.”

You grab the unclenched hand and pull him along behind you. He’s letting you lead him up the stairs with certainty that you know which room is his. You only know Kiba’s and that’s because you’re here tutoring him three times a week. A small tug gets you moving, Naruto now in the lead. It’s only now that you take notice of his costume, causing you to snort. His blonde hair is down, shaggy, missing its signature bandana. A brown fur piece is wrapped over one shoulder and pinned at his waist. Fucking George of the Jungle saved you in the kitchen.

Naruto leads you down the hallway, second door on the left. You watch as he pulls out a set of keys from a hidden pocket. His mouth twitches when he hears you huff out a laugh. You don't have much time to look around his room as he leads you into the connected bathroom, but the one thing you can't miss are the stacks of comic books on every open surface — his nightstand, his desk, the dresser, the floor near his open closet. You’re tempted to slow down and inspect them, to see what kind of comics Naruto Uzumaki spends his time reading, but when you look up to see him narrowing his eyes as if he's genuinely light-headed, you forget all about the books and follow him into the bathroom.

It's cleaner than you expect for a college guy, and when you close the toilet seat cover and point for him to take a seat, he doesn't argue. You drop down to your knees and open the cabinet under the sink. The peroxide and gauze pads are sitting in a basket full of first aid supplies at the very front. You grab everything you need before standing back up and organizing them on the counter beside the toilet.

"So," he says, wiping his palms on his jeans as you wash my hands. "Is it everyday that you play nurse?"

You bite back a smile as you dry your hands with a towel and turn to him. "No, not normally. I’m not usually caught as a damsel in distress." You tease, picking up a gauze pad and dousing it with peroxide.

He watches you turn toward him, and he opens his legs even more, inviting you to step up between them to get closer. You hesitate before taking a step forward, leaving a harmless amount of space between your bodies as you start to clean his face. When you realize that your arms aren't long enough to clean his wound properly from this far away, you huff, fighting the urge to roll your eyes before you take another step forward until you're positioned between his open legs. He keeps his hands on his thighs and tilts his head back to give you better access, but you don't miss the near smile on his lips.

"Fuck." He jolts back when you press the peroxide-soaked gauze to his gash.

"I'm sorry." You wince. "I'll be gentle. I'm really sorry. I just — I have to clean it."

His eyes are still screwed shut in pain, his jaw tensing as he inhales slowly. It must be deeper than it looks. You can practically feel the pain radiating from him as he takes a deep breath through his nose.

"What, uh," you speak quickly, trying to distract him. "What did— what did you mean earlier when you said ‘I know’."

His jaw tenses again, but he opens his eyes and looks up at you for a long moment before he sighs. His gaze flicks down to the gauze in your hand before closing his eyes again, as if he's preparing himself for the pain, and then he leans forward and nods for you to continue.

"Well," he says, taking the time to think about his words. His voice is deep and throaty, and you have to keep yourself focused so you don't spiral and think about all the different ways he could use his voice. Like moaning your name. Your thighs slightly rub together at the thought alone.

"Mhm," you encourage, brushing the gauze across his cheek, cleaning away the blood from everywhere but the actual wound, too nervous to hurt him again.

"Just that," he states, only this time the tension in his voice is gone. "I see you. I see you, angel." His lips quirk up, and you can see the edge of his gash open a little more when his cheek twitches. “That costume ain’t fooling anybody.”

Most of the bleeding has slowed, and you bring your hand up and place it on his cheek, rubbing your thumb lightly to relax the muscle there so he won't open his wound any further. When you glance away from the bloody injury to his ocean eyes, you finally register what it is he said.

Your face shifts. Brows furrowing, nose scrunched up in annoyance. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You’re trying to focus on cleaning the blood around the gash without hurting him, but honestly, it's hard when your temper is starting to flare.

"Yeah, there you are," Naruto laughs, his brows raise slightly, but you ignore him as you toss the blood-soaked pad into the trash and grab a new one. "You’re not fooling anyone, are you baby?"

You sigh, holding the pad tightly in your grasp. Even with him sitting on the toilet seat he’s still a head taller than you. Looking down, you grimace when you see your outfit. You blend in more now that you did when you first got here. A final girl, moment. That drunken idiot had spit out blood and it got all over you. So much for being an angel in white.

“I can fix that, if you want.” Your eyes flash to his, but his gaze is lingering on the white bodysuit.

“I’m not done.”

“It’ll heal.”

He’s up and out of the bathroom before you could blink. You follow behind him, eyes darting around his room, but they keep coming back to watch as his muscles move and ripple with every step he takes. God, this cannot be happening to you. Not a frat bro. Not the fucking president of the stupid fraternity. What the hell is wrong with you? But it’s too late. Much too late. Because this idiot, this sunshine personified, he already fucking owns you—and he knows it. A lump forms in your throat, your body plopping itself on the edge of his bed, fingers toying with the edge of the black comforter.

“Here.” You jump at the sound of his voice, making a blond eyebrow raise.

“Thanks.”

He watches you fiddle with the shirt he handed over. It’ll swallow you whole. A dress in its own right. A hand wraps lightly around your throat, Naruto grins at the sparkle in your eye. His voice drops lower, making heat throb in between your legs. “Kinda pointless to put my shirt on when I’m going to have you naked spread out on my bed, huh angel?”

“Yeah, probably. Kinda was thinking I wanted to ride your face first, though.”

“God dammit, angel. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Come on, Naru,” you whisper, standing up to bring your face closer to his. “Bet you can make me cry with your tongue.”

“Fuck,” he mutters.

There is no preamble. There are no sweet nothings. Your skirt is yanked off, hot kisses pressed to the inside of your thighs. Moans are pulled roughly from you when he begins to suck, leaving his mark on you. Your knees rest on either side of his head. Clothed center rutting up trying to find friction. You ache, you burn. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“This won’t be sweet,” Naruto breathes against your core, hands gripping you to hold your legs wide open, you hear the flick of his pocket knife, the one you know resides on his night stand, and fuck, you know what he’s about to do. You aren’t even angry that he’s going to destroy your clothes. Whatever gets you out of this stupid costume. “This won’t be gentle.”

The blade cuts through the fabric and you whimper.

“I know, Natu. I don’t want it gentle.”

“Think you can handle it?”

You pull his blond locks, making him groan. “Yeah, baby. I’m certain I can.”

His fingers dig into your thighs before trailing towards your core. He groans, feeling how slick you are. Curses fall from his lips, his finger running up and down your seam. Back and forth, back and forth before he shoves a finger inside you. It’s not enough. You want so much more. Need it. Your Naruto, your boyish, chaotic and mean sunshine boy knows exactly what you need. Pulling his finger out only to shove three in, you keen, hands running up his neck and into hair. Your hips are moving on their own, fucking yourself on his hand. He curves his fingers, reaching up in a ‘come here’ motion, and your thighs begin to shake. Speeding up his hand even more, Naruto starts to flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. His grasp on your thighs holds you down so you’d stop running away from him. His grip is so tight you know you’ll have bruises later. He can feel you quivering, you’re so close, but he isn’t quite done with you yet.

Pulling his hand out of you, he immediately smacks your pussy. Your hips rut up trying to chase the pleasure. He smacks it again before rubbing at your clit. You’re almost screaming from the pleasure. Hands knotted in the sheets, hips canting in the air.

“You’re sensitive tonight,”

You glare at him. “‘I wonder why.”

He laughs. “This is my fault?”

“Yeah, Naruto. It was your damn idea! A celibate angel. What a joke.”

You see the flash of his smile before his lips are crashing against yours. He’s ripping off his costume, throwing it behind him as he springs himself free. Your breath catches as you stare down at him. He’s leaking, hard, and throbbing. You pull yourself up onto your elbows as head tilting to look at him. His pupils are blown, black encompassed by a tight blue ring. It’s hot in the room, sweat slicking up every inch of available skin. You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his skin and he shivers.

“Nah, all I got is a horny goddamn brat.” He says with a sharp grin.

“Watch it.”

“That’s not how we get what we want is it?” His voice is thick with want, but you can hear the underlying tone.

Pushing yourself up, you're quick to flip your positions. You hover over him, slowly running your soaked folds across him. He hisses at the feeling, sharp eyes glued to where you’re teasing him.

“If you wanted someone compliant, you came barking up the wrong tree.”

Slowly you sink down onto him. He’s almost too big. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, forcing you to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, working yourself slowly until you’re at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses with a sharp buck, you had given him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Naruto,” you whine, forehead resting against his.

He nods. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are slow, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and lift your head. “There you are, my pretty girl.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips and ride him nice and slow. You’re waiting for him to break. Any minute now. You go from circling your hips to lifting yourself up and down. He muffles out curses, hands gripping your hips to help you set a pace. It’s not a nice one. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Naruto, fuck,”

“What do you need, angel?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I need it, need you.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Stay with me. Ready?”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap itself around your throat. He loves to watch you come undone around him, and he’ll never let you forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers. He’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your falls. You love every minute of it.

He hasn’t started yet. Not really, but your orgasm takes you by surprise. The course graze of his hairs against your clit. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him firmly plant his feet, delivering a sharper thrust that has your head hitting the headboard. He mumbles a shitty apology (clearly not sorry at all) but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You gonna come for me again, angel?”

Naruto knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. He loves when you get like this, even better when you ask for it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless–he’s your only savior.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Naruto is right there. He holds you into place, stubble grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls back against the bed, gasping for air.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he reminds you.

“Mhm.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I’m right here, angel.”

“I know, still. You haven’t been inside me in almost a month.” You lightly run a finger over his brow making sure not to touch the gash along his cheek.

“Apart from my birthday.” His words make you grin. “You’re right though, it’s been a shitty month.”

You laugh, lifting your head to kiss him. Both of you jump when someone bangs against the door of his room. You press yourself tighter against Naruto.

“If you guys are done fucking, I’d like to win a game of beer pong.”

Your eyes widen. Kiba. Naruto laughs and pulls his shirt down over your head. You adjust yourself the best you can, watching Naruto as he stands to put his costume back on. He looks back at you, sunshine pouring out of his smile.

“What am I supposed to tell people I’m dressed as now?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him.

“Mine, angel. You’re a mean, nasty brat and you’re mine.”

[kelin-is-writing]

warnings: +18, fwb to lovers, college au, quirkless au, protected sex, public sex, overstimulation, body worshipping (?), tiny bit of angst, hint of breeding kink (if you squint hard), touya is one year older than reader, lots of pet names, two dorks pinning on each others.

characters: touya todoroki x fem!reader

words count: 7,9k

notes: look... i’m confused as much as you guys are over the length of this fic. but i got inspired so much by a bunch of songs in my dabi playlist and before i knew it things turned out like this. hope you guys like it 💜

you remember meeting with touya todoroki a month after the new semester at your college started, at a party thrown by toga himiko who was a new acquaintance of yours that is friend with the handsome white haired senior; everything started when you two got introduced to each others by the blond girl and his intense gaze fell upon you making a shiver run down your spine, this resulted in you straightening your posture under his amused expression while you replied with a glare that only made his grin widen.

as the party progressed, a glass of drink lead to another and before you knew it his lips were on yours ferociously, hands down palming your butt cheeks and fondling them as he made you walk back into toga’s room and fall onto your friend’s bed while you kept running your hands through the senior’s hair. if you two had sex that night? hell yeah you did, the most fantastic sex you’ve ever had to date.

touya knew what he was doing and he was extremely good at it.

after that night the two of you run a lot into each other since toga was your common friend. in one way or another you two always ended up having sex again which is why after the fifth time you two did it, at his shared apartment with shigaraki and shuichi when they were out with the group, the two of you settled for a friends with benefits relationship seen how good your chemistry was whether under the sheets or out of them.

when choosing the rules for the agreement, one was to not fall in love with the other party and that in the case one of the two does, your relationship would end right away.

needless to say that despite knowing the rule and what you were getting yourself into, you ended up falling for touya eventually but never said a word about it and just act around him like you always do, so that relationship would last as long as possible because you weren’t yet ready to cut ties with him (nor you will ever be, but yeah...).

another rule was that if any of the two parties wanted, you could have sex with whomever you want outside of your relationship and you obviously agreed at the beginning since falling for that cocky and arrogant dumbass of touya wasn’t exactly in your bingo book.

ohh how bad you regretted agreeing to that dumb rule when last week you saw him make out in the school’s corridor with a female senior who was clinging to him like an octopus, making you clench your jaw and swallow the urge to scream at her to get off from him because he’s yours only to kiss, but of course that was out of question.

you two were almost nothing to each others after all.

after that you spent the next week either ghosting him, avoiding him, making up excuses to not meet with touya or came out on the spot with commissions to do, appointments and such, also limiting like this the remote possibility of being with him in a room and get swept into the mood only to end up having sex somewhere like always.

it was thursday, already, and you were packing your things to go at home hopefully without coming across touya, when another male voice reached to your ears:

“y/n do you have the chemistry notes from this morning’s class? i came in the second hour so i couldn’t follow the lecture.”, your classmate, shinsou, asked walking up to you after your last class of the day, standing next to you at the very end of the classroom as the other students left.

“sure, just bring them to me tomorrow okay?”, after some fumbling where you took out almost everything from inside your bag, you hand him a blue notebook before glancing up at the boy with a mocking grin. “you slept in again?”, when the boy looked away annoyed clicking his tongue you giggled slightly, amused by how chaotic he was despite the image that everyone pinned on him, which was the opposite of his actual personality.

“shut it please, i got mocked enough by fucking monoma.”, that made you giggled once more lifting an hand to cover your mouth. he looked down at you silently for a brief moment before keeping on. “are you not sleeping well? you got eye bags and your eyes are a little swollen too... is everything okay?”, he inquired lifting an hand to rest it on your cheek and rubbing his thumb under your eye; as expected from shinsou, of course this smartass would notice easily these kind of things.

“oh... you know, midterms are coming up and the perfectionist in me wants everything to be spot on, maybe i overdid it though...”, you ended with a little giggle while moving away from his touch, trying to not seem awkward.

it’s just that it felt so weird and wrong to you for someone who isn’t touya to touch you, and yet for the white haired senior seemed easy to replace you with some other unknown girl.

ahh damn... now i feel like crying..., pressing tightly your lips together you tried with all your might to not shed a tear and miraculously you succeeded, sniffling briefly from your nose while moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

the boy looked at you in contemplation for a while before he decided to keep talking:

“y/n do you have some time one of these days? i would like to–“

“oi shinsou, did you get lost or wha–“, kirishima cut himself off freezing at the door when he saw the two of you in the middle of talking, eyes fixed in your direction and his usual carefree smile on, arm lifted mid-air with a waving frozen hand. “ah shit...”, he cursed unfreezing from his pose and looking at you too exasperated with his own self.

shinsou sighed heavily before turning to you, his usual deadpan expression on as he put the notebook inside his bag.

“guess i’ll talk to you tomorrow, keep some minutes free for me okay? see you.”, he simply greet a confused you with an enigmatic smile on his lips that you didn’t get very well, so unnecessarily mysterious.

“sure, see you.”, was your empty reply said while wondering what was that he wanted tell you, after all yeah... you two were friends that got closer this last week, bonding over every students’ struggle, but not even remotely that close so it made you really curious.

you watched him walk up to kirishima and give him a whack on his chest, making the red head back out of the classroom apologizing loudly, as they left your line of sight quickly leaving you alone in an empty class too big for your small frame.

sighing tiredly you turned to your bag starting to put all your things inside once again; while working your books and notebooks inside it your hand brushed against something that made you jump slightly.

when you took it out you saw a keychain with a small white tiger plushy attached to it and your heart sank. it was the one touya got you after school because you laughed about how it reminded you of him and now the urge to cry came back right away.

you miss him so damn much. you were down for him horrendously to react this way about every single thing that reminds you of the boy, even the slightest thing.

something white at the front door off the classroom caught your attention, you looked up right away and when you saw who was there your eyes went wide from the shock.

touya was standing at the doorway leaning against its side with hands in the pockets of his jeans, a glare full of anger and something else you couldn’t pinpoint directed at you that made your breath hitch briefly.

“why are you here?”, you asked in a small tone, doubting he heard you with how minuscule your voice was when you spoke.

he parted from the door side walking up to you with a spiteful smirk on his handsome face that made you shiver, the boy looked more than ready to demolish you and it was obvious only by the aura surrounding him.

“ohh well you know, a certain someone has been avoiding me aaall week so i had to come pick her up once for all and guess what i saw?”, his tone was so sarcastic and full of venom that it had made you wince slightly when he made that question. his eyes turned darker and more intense as they looked at you, a cold smile on his lips. “i saw her wagging her tail at someone else, when she’s mine.”, touya finished in one breath, an inch away from you, voice becoming deeper and raspy as his eyes bored into yours with a burning desire inside him that made your throat dry.

“whatever you’re talking about.”, you brushed him off trying to play it cool before moving in front at your desk, going back to put your things inside your bag so you could leave faster that room filled with much more tension than you could handle. “and i’m not yours. can you keep your possessive hands off of me senpai?”, and sighed heavily exhausted from all that situation, wanting only to finally get home and get to bed after a long bath.

“spare me the ‘senpai’ bullshit, you’ve never called me that way so why start now?” silence. touya clenched his jaw tightly, the veins on his neck pulsing from the rage. “and you now even have the guts to say that after everything we’ve done together?”, touya barked gritting his teethes as he stared darts into you while standing in the hallway between the desks, clenched fists, trying hard to face you about what’s going on between the two of you these last weeks while you keep running away from him.

“what have we done exactly?”, you asked turning to him gazing up at the older with exasperation and pain all over your features. “aren’t you misunderstanding something here? we’re just friends with benefits, nothing more nothing less.”, you reminded him with a bittersweet feeling inside of you that kept heaving up inside your chest; you found yourself speechless though when seeing the white haired boy stare back at you with wide turquoise eyes that had pain and disappointment deep inside of them, lips parted not letting out a single sound from how speechless he was, you felt a pang inside your chest that made you waver.

touya collected himself so fast that for a moment you thought of having dreamed of that expression, he swallowed thickly looking down for a brief second before lifting his gaze on you and was about to speak if only you hadn’t spoke up, cutting him off:

“besides, why don’t you go nag to that senpai you were kissing the other day? i bet she would be more than happy to get your full attention on her.”, ugh... that came out more harsh and less collected than how you wanted it to sound, now he was going to get pissed at you and break off your agreement, this way there was nothing to tie you two together anymore.

touya stared at you shocked by those words blinking few times while a little satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he forced himself to turn serious right away by clearing his throat though, because there was no way that what he was thinking was true right? right?

“wait y/n, don’t tell me you’re jealous...?”, he asked leaning a little to the side to get a glimpse of your face; when the boy saw your face beet red, eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed and pouty lips his heart skipped a beat as he stared shocked at you for a few seconds.

“o-of course not! why would i be jealous? we ain’t dating or anything after all!”, you replied putting frantically your belongings inside the bag, not having enough courage to look at him and the face he was making.

“you’re such a bad liar.”, he whispered huskily inside your ear making you jump slightly and turn behind only to find yourself caged between his body and the desk, azure clear eyes burning on your skin hotly and you automatically held your breath back.

“i-i’m not–”

“what?”

your surprised expression melted into a pleading one as you felt so conflicted by that whole situation between you two.

god... that expression made touya want to pounce on you so bad, it was too tempting to not do nothing about it.

he took your chin between his rings decorated thumb and index lifting your face a little more, before you could say anything the boy leaned down pressing his lips against yours.

you were taken aback for a moment by that, but afterwards you put an hand on his chest pushing him away parting with a loud ‘smooch’, head dropped down and lips pulled back painfully.

“please don’t do this...”, you breathed out squeezing your eyes close to not let tears come out.

“why?”, he inquired with grim voice staring down at you upset by your words, hands resting on the wood surface behind your figure.

“because i don’t want it...”, you half lied to the older, never looking up at him; the kiss wasn’t a problem itself, but you were too much in love with touya right now to let him do that so casually and with no feelings whatsoever.

“you got no problem with that shinsou fucker touching you, but when i’m the one doing it is no good? what the heck...”, he spat coldly frowning deeply at the thought of that brat’s filthy hands touching you, it made his blood boil with rage.

you stared at him with wide eyes, never expecting him to say something like that and tilting your head slightly to peek at him, you finally broke the tense silence around the two of you:

“touya are you perhaps... jealous?”, it was your turn to tease him a little with a little amused smile curling your lips, hearing another round of silence you kept on to clarify yourself right away, thinking he may have got mad at that assumption. “i was just kidding so–”

“what are you gonna do if i was to say that, yes i am jealous?”, he cut you off lifting his head to stare intensely into your eyes, making a shiver run down your spine when you saw the seriousness inside his azure orbs mixed with possessiveness, lust and... love?

after a few seconds where you just kept staring into his eyes, heart thumping hard and fast inside your chest, you moved closer resting both hands on his chest tippy-toeing leaning closer to his handsome face pressing your lips flush against his.

touya felt his breath hitch inside his throat as he looked at your closed eyes longingly, a whimper escaping his mouth and disappearing into the kiss, arms that went right away to surround your waist pulling you against him while licking your lower lip hungrily and biting onto it not able to wait anymore after being deprived of you for a whole week.

he sneaked his tongue inside your mouth the second you parted your lips angling his head on his right kissing you so possessively and with such a passion your knees were about to give up on you making you crash onto the floor if the older wasn’t holding you up. for some reason, today you were feeling it more than the other time... was it because it has been a week since the last time you two met? or was it because this was your first kiss after you’ve finally come to accept your feelings for him? you didn’t know, what you knew though was that you wanted desperately more.

when the two of you parted, out of breath, his hazy half-lidded eyes meet your teary with lust ones while a string of saliva connected your mouths for a brief second before dissolving into thin air, leaving behind only both of your lips swollen and red.

“i love you.”

to your complete surprise, the one to say that first was touya, leaving you completely speechless staring at him with wide eyes like he was some kind of alien which made the boy snort, amused by your expression.

“you’re kidding...”, you spoke with trembling voice, trying to convince yourself rather than pointing it out at him, tears blurring building up in your eyes unable to believe the words you’ve wished to hear from him probably since even before your ‘friends with benefits’ relationship has started. have you been always in love with him and never realized or what? because how were you this overwhelmed by those three words said by him.

“you know i’m not.”, and he was right, inside his eyes there wasn’t even the slightest hint of joking and that made your tears start roll down your cheeks. “whatta cry baby you are, y/n.”, and resting an hand on the crook of your neck he leaned in at the side of your face going to delicately lick away a tear that was on your cheekbone, the gesture making you flinch slightly and turn red because he was used to do it every time the two of you had sex.

“who’s fault is it?”, you teased resting your hands on his chest and shying away from his touch, looking away completely flushed all over your cheeks while touya stared down at you with a satisfied grin.

“mine. i know baby, i know.”, he giggled back hugging you flush against his body, hand going behind your head caressing it tenderly as he kissed the side of your neck after moving away your hair from it. “just like when i make you mine over and over every night.”, the white haired senior whispered against your skin licking the spot he had kissed previously, chills running down your back making you let out a brief pant while resting an hand on his shoulder and moving back to face him.

“you’re so annoying seriously!”, you exclaimed turning your back at him peeved at how he kept winning over you, even managing to have your heartbeats fasten up with the slightest touch or movement.

“that’s not what you really want to tell me, isn’t it?”, he whispered huskily holding you from behind and looming his face close to yours from above your shoulder, nose pressed against your cheek as his eyes looked down at you, cocky. “come on, say it... what you’ve been dying to tell me...”, touya kept on leaving a brief kiss on the back of your ear that covered your skin in goosebumps, while his hands went to rest on your hips as he pressed his chest flush with your back.

you pouted timidly before turning to your left and being meet with his shit-eating grin, eyes looking down at you satisfied by seeing you like that because of him, it tickled his ego so good.

“i love you.”, you whispered softly gazing up at him from under your eyelashes, sending him and his heart into the orbit without even realizing it; god weren’t you the most beautiful, sweetest and precious princess to him who has behaved like an heartless villain to you only for the sake of protecting himself from losing his mind too much because of you. in the end, even when trying to put a limit to his own being, he ended up falling for you to the point of no return.

touya leaned into you placing a brief kiss on your bottom lip before pressing your lips together and forcing his tongue inside your mouth confidently, knowing very well that you wouldn’t refute him, it was written all over your face how much you missed and wanted him despite that cute pout on your pretty face.

suddenly you felt the tip of his index press on your clit from over your skirt, sending a spark of pleasure through your whole body that made you moan into the kiss, while his lips curled instantly up in a cocky smirk that did piss you off a little bit honestly.

“is my babygirl turned on?”, he mumbled between kisses opening his eyes and staring into yours hungrily. “in a place like this? that’s a lewd~”, touya cooed smirking wolfishly while twirling his finger over your clothed clit, his other hand sneaking up to play with your left breast making you start breath heavily from your nose as he kept kissing you with no pause.

“that’s because... you keep... touching my clit– ahh!”, you moaned out against his mouth nearly falling down from the amount of pleasure, he dropped his hand to rest on your abdomen and press you  against him to support you though and that alone made your cunt clench around nothing inside your panties.

“yeah, that’s mean of me... want me to stop baby?”, the older whispered against your lips staring down at you intensely, lust completely blurring his eyes as he kept his ministration on your bundle of nerves; that friction, unfortunately, wasn’t nearly enough for you.

pressing your lips together your eyes looked into his even more turned on than you already were, it was embarrassing because you two were inside a classroom with both doors open wide for everyone to see and you felt so... weird about it.

“don’t– don’t stop... please...”, you cried out with begging eyes while placing your hand above his to press it more against your core, desperate for a release right now and that made him shudder in anticipation.

“then... what do you want me to do?”, he asked swallowing hard while staring at your face trembling with pleasure, mesmerized by it.

“touch me...”, you breathed leading his hand with yours under the hem of your pleated skirt, hearing him hiss between gritted teethes as his fingers got drenched by how wet you were and that made you smirk proudly, especially since his hard dick was poking now against your ass.

“open your legs more for me.”, touya spoke lowly, his deep and husky voice reverberating through your whole body getting your legs to shake weakly, the older smiled down at you lovingly as his hand went to hook on your inner thigh inviting you to spread them more out you complied with no complaint. “good girl.”, he cooed kissing you on the temple and staying still with his lips pressed there while going to palm your clothed pussy with three fingers, pressing his middle one against your slit and starting to rub between your folds slowly meanwhile the heel of his hand stroked your clit creating the perfect friction.

“ngh... m-more...”, you demanded softly gasping toward the end as he began to move his fingers and hand in circle motions, touya’s face leaning down towards the crook of your neck inhaling your scent before kissing the other and start sucking on that spot harshly as the pace of his fingers.

you started panting and even letting out choked out moans, but as the friction of his palm against your clit sent a spark all over your body forming a knot in your lower abdomen, you let out a moan so loud it echoed inside the classroom for few seconds before subsiding.

realizing what you just did, you went to bite down on your lower lip right away before covering your mouth with an hand, beet red from cheeks to ears with embarrassment and fear of being heard by someone outside.

touya giggled amused against your neck letting out a satisfied heavy sigh while lifting his free hand to move yours away from your mouth, before he sneaked it inside your shirt from your collar and even went past your bra starting to massage your breast slowly, giving it a little squeeze that made you let out another moan.

“it’s way too late to regret it, babydoll.”, he reasoned with you giving your slit a long drag that made a pitiful sob come out of your mouth as pleasure started to make you burn up, tears building up in your eyes for a different reason now that made you so dizzy. “i don’t think i’ll be able to stop even if you ask me to.”, the older whispered against your cheek groaning as he felt your ass brush ever so slightly against the erection inside his skinny jeans, he wanted you so desperately.

“i don’t want you to stop...”, you managed to say biting down on your lip, while letting out restrained moans, needy eyes looking down at his hand under your skirt.

he froze for a moment expecting you, the responsible one out of the twos, to try stop him with all your might saying that you can’t do something like this in public, but damn... would you look at that? not only you weren’t minding it, by the way your pussy was throbbing against his fingers touya could tell that you actually liked all this.

never judge a book from its cover, huh?, he thought with a wolfish grin forming on his lips as he want to pinch your nipples, another moan erupting from you as your back arched away from his chest.

“i won’t, gotta make up for the whole week i didn’t got to touch my baby.”, and as of cue his fingers started working your cunt the way only touya knew you liked it; god it felt amazing, the moans kept coming out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop them even in the remote case you would’ve wanted to.

“ah–! god–! touya–! i’m close–!”

“go ahead y/n, cum all over my fingers.”, he encouraged you sweetly to rub circles over your clit more frantically getting sobs, gasps and moans of pleasure out of you that made his ego raise over the roof enhanced even more by how you were grinding on him desperately, chasing your climax.

he wasn’t even touching you directly but still had you turn into putty in his hands like it was nothing. really, no one would get you down so bad for him to this point like touya does and both of you knew that very well.

“mhn! ah–! ngh–!”, and with another slow movement of his wrist, the knot in your lower abdomen unleashed making you rest your back against his chest, hand resting on his arm, trembling as you came with a breathless moan, soaking your panties and his fingers completely.

“so fucking cute...”, he coated a little his fingers with your juices, dripping at the sides of your clothed cunt, before moving back letting you bend forward as you tried to catch your breath keeping yourself up with both hands resting on the desk in front of you, bringing index and middle fingers to his mouth licking and sucking them languidly. “and delicious, like always.”, commented the older gazing at your back with a devilish smirk, full on desire inside his clear orbs as he saw your arms trembling, struggling to keep you up after the intensity of what just happened.

“so noisy... you literally just ruined my panties...”, you complained weakly looking at him from above your shoulder, eyes that were gleaming with as much desire as he had for you, he could tell only by your gaze that you wanted more than what you were letting off.

“i think that should be the last of your concerns, babydoll.”, he bit back while looking at you with a lifted eyebrow and cocky grin on his lips, grunting amused at your confused stare he crouched down behind you grabbing your butt cheeks giggling at the yelp that came out from your mouth, gazing then at his work of art between your legs. at the sight of your drooling pussy covered by black laced panties he groaned feeling his dick throb inside his pants.

“wha–? wait–! someone might see us!”, you piped in a whisper blushing at feeling his intense contemplating gaze on your cunt; god only his stare was enough to rile you up, it was insane.

“that didn’t seem to bother you earlier.”, he recalled with a snort as the left corner of his mouth curled up arrogantly, you glared at him irritated by that constant attitude of his. “besides, at this hour there’s barely anyone around here, so don’t worry and just focus on me.”, touya continued with half-lidded lusty eyes as he moved up your skirt while sticking out his tongue and leaning in between your legs.

you wanted to say something back, but completely forgot what the moment his tongue lapped from your inner thigh up to the side of your pussy agonizingly slow pace, a shaky moan coming out from your mouth as your arms gave up on you making you lean your upper body wholly on the table as he kept calmly licking all the juices covering your inner thighs sucking on the skin in some spots loudly.

“t-touya...”, you slurred resting your head on the surface of the desk and staring in front of you without really seeing, feeling your pussy start throbbing again because of the arising pleasure.

“uhm?”, the older mumbled still glued to your right inner thigh where he just left a purple mark, licking his lips satisfied, still unfazed by the fact that someone could walk in on you.

“you’re so mean...”, you cried out lifting your head slightly to peek at his face with teary eyes as one of your arms reached out to rest an hand on his, one of the most adorable pout on your lips that made his brain melt. “stop teasing me already...”

something inside his head snapped and his eyes darkened right afterwards as he stood, never breaking eye contact with you as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulling down the zipper to free from any more restrictions his hardened shaft whose tip was reddened leaking pre-cum.

“if you’re enticing me so much, it means you’re ready for what comes next right?”, he questioned with raspy deep voice grabbing your hips, going then to hook two fingers to your panties and move them aside lifting an eyebrow as he smirked down at you wolfishly.

“just hurry up and fuck me...”, was your simple answer as you crossed your arms on the desk resting your head on them, lustful gaze looking at him enamoured by his whole being making touya’s dick even more hard than before if it was possible.

he let out a breathless laugh trying to not lose his mind right on the spot, the boy took a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and teared the dark purple envelope open with his teethes before rolling it long his length under your needy and waiting stare:

“as you wish, princess.”

touya pressed both thumbs at either sides of your fold stretching open your pussy before taking his dick and aligning the tip with your entrance; with a groan from the white haired senior, the first half of his cock slid with no problems inside of you, a choked moan leaving your gaping mouth as you rested your forehead on the wood of the table, pants erupting from you as you held onto the border of the desk tightly until your knuckles turned white.

“fuck... in only one week you got this tight, that won’t do y/n...”, he giggled deeply as his eyes watched your juices coat his whole length to his pelvis, making him shudder excited.

“aahh...”, you cried out feeling his dick rub against your walls slowly as he pulled out.

he leaned toward you gripping the border of the table with an hand as he moved closer to the side of your face, shit-eating grin curling up his lips devilishly while pulling down the sleeve of your shirt.

“i’ll put a remedy to that... ngrh!”, touya cooed against your ear as he snapped his hips forward, thrusting his dick into you sharply and deep this time making yet again another loud moan come out of your mouth, the sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass echoing inside the classroom, driving you crazy.

“mm! the sound... it’s so loud... ah!”, you commented rising your head and turning back to stare at him dazed, completely out of it from the pleasure as he kept drilling his cock inside your cunt.

“what? you don’t like it from behind?”, he inquired while the smirk on his lips only kept getting wider, azure eyes fixed on how your face kept twisting every second from the pleasure he was giving you.

as he kept pounding into your pussy and rubbing a spongy spot inside of you that kept sending shivers up your spine, you leaned the side of your forehead onto the desk looking at touya with honey dripping eyes that made him satisfied beyond anyone’s imagination.

“no... i like it... nnh!”, you answered biting down on your lip as he gave a sharp thrust, the desk under you trembling with the motion, his breath fanning your ear in pants making your heart thump faster than it already was.

“‘s that so? am i hitting your sweet spot?”, he whispered pressing his lips against your shoulder and staring to suck on it harshly, hips increasing the pace of his thrusts as he kept groaning against your skin.

“yeah... it feels so good...”, you kept answering sincerely between moans and whimpers, with only riled up touya more; your honesty always managed to make him lose his mind over you, it was like this since the first day he meet you.

“then i’ll make you feel even better...”, the senior claimed before tightening the grip on your hip and the border of the table, he then started to pound into you faster and stronger making the whole desk rattle because of the power of his thrusts.

“ahh! ah! mhn! so good! touya!”, you moaned out without a care in the world, as if you two weren’t still in school, that was how amazing it felt to have him finally fill you up after a week apart.

“fuck–! you’re squeezing me so damn hard! shit–! y/n–!”, he groaned back resting his forehead on your shoulder starting to pant hard against your hot skin, eyes closed in pure bliss as your walls fluttered around his shaft.

“ah! there–! i’m cummingh!”, was your last cry out as the boy kept hitting the spot that makes you see the stars over and over, never missing it once, making you cum all over his dick while moaning his name whole heartedly.

in response he thrusts as deep as possible inside of you, wishing there wasn’t the veil of gum separating you two, stilling himself after a while with the tip of his dick kissing your cervix before his seed spilled inside the condom as a throaty groan left his mouth.

he looked up at you genuinely smiling at your dazed expression with droll rolling down from the corner of your mouth to your chin as you panted heavily, your legs trembling from how much strained they were and not only because you were standing until now, he really went all out letting off the need that had build up in those days.

“was it that good? your face has melted completely...”, he questioned straightening up and moving your hair away from your face as he caressed tenderly your cheek with his thumb, your eyes finally moving to look at him still hazy from all the pleasure.

“that’s ‘cause you did that to me...”, at your answer his dick twitched slowly hardening once again, as if you two didn’t just nearly broke down the desk from your early session from few seconds ago.

“well, i can keep going you know?”, touya spoke licking his lips as he stared down at you, eyes sparkling with a new found motivation. “turn this way.”, he ordered softly grabbing your leg and moving it to the other side, turning you on your back, an hum coming from you as his dick rubbed in circle your walls.

“mmhf...”

an evil smirk formed on his lips as he looked down at you before suddenly pulling out of your pussy:

“oops! it popped out! sorry babydoll, i need to put it back in.”

“touya, you jerk! that was on purpose!”, you whined glaring up at him mad while slapping the older across his chest, lifting yourself from the desk.

“i’ve no idea of what you’re talking about darling, it was a good thing it happened anyways no?”, that little shit lied with a cocky smirk on his face as he massaged the spot you hit, faking being hurt while actually enjoying the whole situation. “or do you want the condom to break and get knocked up?”

“wha–?!”, you blushed at his words.

“not like i would mind, since it’s you.”, he then took off the condom tying it up and leaving it on the desk to throw away later, because for now he had other plans.

touya plopped himself on the wooden bench with legs spread shamelessly, he then extended his arm towards you holding out his hand with a calm smile on his lips and an overall chill vibe.

“come here.”, yet it was so naturally commanding at the same time, making you never think twice about doing anything he says.

taking his hand enchanted, as if he put you under a spell, the older made you sit on his lap making a gasp leave your mouth as his dick brushed against your pussy slightly, stimulating you more than you already were from the previous session.

“here, put it on for me pretty girl, my hands are busy.”, he told you as he handed you another condom pulled out from the pocket of his leather jacket, never looking away from your face that he kept staring at with an excited smirk, making your cheeks flush because of it.

when you were about to talk back at him, since his hands were doing nothing, a yelp left your lips as his hot hands sneaked under your shirt lifting it up as he roamed them slowly all over your abdomen to your chest, pulling down the cups of your bra as worry took over your features.

“no one is going to see you, nobody came over despite the loud moans remember?”, touya reassured you in an hypnotic whisper as he put the condom between your hands and guided them slowly long his shaft, a gritted teethes groan coming right from the back of his throat.

“i’m gonna kick your ass so bad if anyone sees us, really...”, you threatened planting your knees on the wood bench and lifting yourself from the older’s lap to align your entrance with his dick, face so close to his that your breathes mingled fanning each others cheeks while your eyes were fixed into one another’s intensely.

“that’s it, if you’ll still be able to stand.”, and gripping your waist, with a sharp movement of his hips upwards, touya thrust his whole length inside your cunt, a devilish smirk curling his lips as azure eyes stared at you burning with desire.

you let out a choked moan while falling against his chest stunned by the sudden movement, hands holding onto his shoulders and head resting on it as an absurd amount of pleasure spread inside of you from how deep the tip of his dick was hitting inside of you.

“so deep... ahh...”, you moaned looking down where your pelvis was connected with his, head spinning.

“how is it princess?”, he asked looking at you fondly as an hand kept caressing your hip tenderly, knowing very well what you were thinking but he was an insufferable little shit who loved to tease you just like that, so of course he was going to ask.

“it’s so good... ah!”, you moaned at the end as he rolled his hips in slow circles erupting a whimper out of your lips, who now where pressed against his neck giving touya chills.

“thought you were afraid of being heard, y/n... ngh!”, he groaned surrounding you with his arms to hold your body closer to him, hips bucking up as he kept thrusting into your pussy relentlessly.

“well... nobody has come until now...”, you replied avoiding his gaze timidly, knowing that he was going to tease you for switching your opinion just like that; he was so annoying my god.

“puah! you’re such a little minx.”, the older giggled amused before letting out a choked groan when feeling your hot lips pressed against his skin as you started suck hard onto that spot. “shit... you nearly made me come just now ugh–!”, he breathed out feeling your lips curl up into a sly smile that made him shudder. god, he loved you so fucking much.

“do you think saena-senpai will notice it?”, you questioned instead gripping hard onto his shoulder as you started to bounce on the boy’s dick, moaning onto his neck while sucking hard until a red mark didn’t start to form on his porcelain white skin.

“y-yeah... but princess, don’t tell me you’re sill thinking about that... i already told her to scram off, forget about it...”, touya spoke panting as he matched his thrusts with your movements, teethes clenching hard as your walls tightened around him sending a shiver down his spine.

“no. i can... ngh... get... pretty possessive too you know... ahn!”, you chimed back moving to be face to face with him and doing your best glaring at the white haired boy, but no matter how much convincing you tried to look your expression melted in few seconds as he kept pounding into you.

“so fucking cute for me...”, he commented with a proud yet cocky smirk as he leaned in and shoved his tongue inside your gaping mouth, tongue circling yours before stroking it against the surface of yours, smiling into the kiss when he felt your arms surround his neck.

“mmhn...”, you hummed against his lips arching your back a little, whimpering as the tip of his cock hit your cervix once again.

“fuck– agh! ngh... keep tightening around me like that baby and i won’t last that long...”, touya grunted while parting from the kiss and resting his forehead on the crook of your neck, that scent of yours invading his sense making it even harder for him to not come on the spot.

“ahh i can’t help it... it feels amazing where you’re hitting...”, ah that honesty of yours seriously, truly an hazard for him.

always holding you closer, he rested his hands on your ass cheeks starting to pound more sharply inside of you so to hit more powerfully that spot each time, your moans grow only louder at that.

“here?”, he asked in a groan while moving to look at your face, completely enamoured with the sight in front of him.

“ah! yes! t-there! there! my god, touya–! ahh!”, you cried out throwing your head back while bouncing faster on his shaft, the way it kept on hitting that soft gummy spot inside you it made you see stars, it was sublime how good he was doing you.

“that’s it baby–! keep screaming my name and i’ll give you more ugh!”, he growled between gritted teethes gluing his lips to your collarbone and sucking hard on that spot; you’ve actually lost count of how many hickeys he has given your only today, you could swear that there was one on your inner thigh and even close to your cunt.

“touya! more... please nnh...”, you whined as your pussy clenched on his dick harder, his thrusts stuttering for a brief second before their pace grew faster and stronger into you, your mind starting to go blank as you were close to your climax.

“so damn– needy...”, he was so happy and delighted by that, a satisfied smile on his lips while he stared at your fucked out expression. a masterpiece, seriously.

“only... for you...”, you replied between pants without even realizing, touya’s cock twitching inside of you making an hummed moan come out from your lips that were pressed in a thin line.

he didn’t expect that answer, which is exactly why his dick twitched so hard it sent a spark right to his pelvis.

fuck this feels fantastic..., and he has never really thought it about sex, not until you came around and conquered him like it was nothing.

his hands slid up to grip at your waist strongly and held you on place as hips moved upwards, slapping against yours hard as he kept grunting at feeling your walls start quivering around his cock.

“i told you to stop entice me so much–!”, touya spoke pressing your body onto his while bucking his hips faster and faster until his name didn’t start to come out slurred, too much pleasure for your brain to keep up without melting totally.

“ahn! that’s–! i’m coming–!”, you cried out holding onto him tighter, your cunt clenching around his dick hard.

“fuck–! shit, shit, shit–! me too baby!”, the boy growled as he thrust hard one last time before he stopped deep into you, the tip kissing your cervix, before finally coming all over the inside of that damned condom while you squirted all over his length moaning his name against his ear.

god he wanted to fuck you without that piece of gum so bad and fill your pussy to the brim with his seed. the only thought made his hips push further inside of you with a deep husky groan, making a whine leave your lips because of the overstimulation.

“‘s too much...”, you cried out staring at him dazed with tears of pleasure clouding your beautiful eyes.

“sorry... it just felt too good...”, he explained giggling weakly while resting his cheek on your chest, listening in silence to your erratic heartbeats and loving that sound so much. “i love you so bad...”, touya said out of nowhere with a peaceful expression on his face.

“i love you too...”, was your reply while looking down at him with a tender smile as you caressed his hair gently, a comfortable and wholesome silence surrounding you two. “you still owe me a new pair of panties.”

“we were having a moment there!”, the older whined upset, only for you to laugh at him wholeheartedly.

 

[THE NEXT DAY]

 

“here you go y/n, thank you for lending them to me...”, shinsou spoke while handing you your notes, eyes hesitating to look at you or the white haired senior whom you were talking with at the door of your classroom.

“you’re welcome...”, was your reply as you batted your eyelashes a few times, confused by that unusual behaviour from him.

he bowed to you and touya before pacing away towards his sit as fast as possible.

you stared at your classmate with eyebrows crossed, eyes furrowed and mouth moved into a grimace, not understanding what was happening.

“what’s gotten into him suddenly?”, you questioned out loud, arms crossing over your chest while tilting your head to the side innocently.

touya looked unbothered at you with lips pursed before he stared at shinsou, who right now was trying hard to not look at you two, and smirked arrogantly with a lifted eyebrow:

“maybe the show was too much for him.”

“huh?”, you questioned turning to the older exasperated by his random wordplays.

“nothing you need to worry about.”

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Shigaraki & Kid Reader

Summary- You are 5 years old in this fic. you decide to follow Shigaraki who didn't want to keep you at all but decides to just bite and take you in. Little does he know you see dead people. Shigaraki starts warming up to you after a bit and treats you like his own kid. This takes place where it's just Dabi, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, and Toga.

Content- Shigaraki & Kid reader, adoption, seeing dead people, protectiveness, drinking, parenting.

Note- This was so fun to write. I did decide to add a slight change and make it to where reader is attached to shigaraki and sees him as a father figure. I feel this is by far the best one I have ever wrote yet and I am very happy with how this came out and I really hope you all enjoy it as well as I did writing this one.

YOU CAN STAY

It was getting pretty late out as the wind started to blow, singing though the quiet streets of the town. Tomura walking walking back to the hideout after dealing with some business with someone who was being problematic to him. Turning down a dark alleyway when his red eyes landed on a small child who was laying by a dumpster in the cold. The kid looked young about 5 years of age but honestly Tomura didn't care much at all since the kid wouldn't be of any use to him or the league. With a eye roll he started walking away leaving the kid behind not noticing that you had opened your eyes and looked at him, watching him walk away from you.

You sat up and stumbled up to your little feet and started following behind him to the best of your ability. Tomura started to sense he was being followed, stopping in his tracks, narrowing his eyes as he turned his head to look back only to see you walking up to him. A groan escapes his throat as he really had no plans in taking in a filthy kid who isn't useful. He turns his body to fully face you as the thought of decaying you on the spot popped into his mind making a smirk form on his lips while pulling his hand out of his pocket only to pause as you hugged onto his leg and looked up at him.

He eyed you with irritation. He was just about to decay you but for some reason decided against it when he observed you clinging onto him as if he was going to help you or something. Tomura let out a sigh still feeling rather annoyed by this situation.

"Kid, what do you want huh?"

You didn't anything, instead reaching up a hand to him while your other hand keeps holds onto his pant leg for balance as your big doe eyes stay locked onto his. Tomura's irritation started to slightly fade, turning into curiosity as he raised a brow at you. Why was this kid just hugging onto him like this?. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with any kind of child right now at all but why was he hesitating so much to just decay this kid right now? he didn't know. Tomura sighs heavily, leaning down so he was now at more eye level with you and as he did you wrapped your small arms around his neck, making his eyes widen in surprise. He had no idea why you were clinging onto him like koala but he was kind of hesitant to push you off and away from him.

"Go with you"

You muttered out with some weakness to your voice. He narrowed his eyes at you while raising a brow at the words that left your mouth, your voice sounding weak and exhausted. He wasn't sure if he had actually heard you correctly or not. Go with him?

He pulled you off gently now holding you by your shoulders, keeping his pinky fingers off of you as to not decay you as he stared at you with a skepticism expression.

"You want to come with me?"

He asked as his red eyes studied your face, not sure what to think of this. On one hand he really didn't wanna deal with having a child around, but on the other hand there was something about you that made him hesitate so damn much about just leaving you out here on your own. He eventually let out a small sigh before looking at you again with those intimidating eyes of his.

"Fine.... I'll let you come with me but you better behave. Got it?"

"Okay"

Tomura stood up to his full height again, grabbing one of your small hands in one of his large ones, leading you down the alleyway to his hideout. His grip on your hand is firm but careful as he lead the way. He glanced down at you from time to time as you walked with him, keeping your gaze on the ground the whole time. You looked back down at the ground staying quiet. You looked so fragile in the dim lights. Tomura still couldn't quite figure out why you had to approach him in the first place, or why you were willing to go with him. He didn't say much as he walked, his mind was to occupied with thoughts until you both finally reached the entrance of the hideout. He opened the door and went inside with you, walking you into the bar area of the hideout where Dabi, Toga, and Kurogiri all were.

Dabi raised a brow at Tomura for walking in with such a young child, while Kurogiri just stared from behind the bar. Toga however seemed to become a bit excited at seeing him with a child before letting out an excited squeal.

"What the hell shiggy?"

Dabi questioned as Toga jumped on in to join the conversation.

"Awww shiggy has a kid now! how adorable!"

He couldn't help but roll his eyes at Dabi's and Toga's reactions not feeling pleased by them at all. Tomura walks with you still in hand, glancing at the two of them before he speaks up finally.

"It's not what you think at all. The brat just decided to follow me"

He glances over at Toga's enthusiastic reaction and sighs.

"And it's not adorable, she's not a pet or something"

Shigaraki went over to a barstool letting go of your hand, taking a seat and ordering for Kurogiri to give him a glass of whiskey while you stood by him looking up at him with your big doe eyes. He waves his hand at you to shoo you away from him so he could enjoy his drink in peace.

"Go play with Toga or something"

You look over at Toga for a couple of seconds before looking back up at Shigaraki who just got his glass of whiskey from Kurogiri, taking a drink of it feeling the strong booze go down his throat. You grab his pant leg getting his attention immediately, making him look down at you before tilting his head back in annoyance as you continue to cling to him.

"God damn it"

He muttered out before finally giving in, carefully picking you up and setting you on his lap. You sat quietly, looking at his drink feeling pretty thirsty as well as being tired since it was late. You reach for his glass thinking it was juice until shigaraki moved the glass out of your reach quickly, not about to let you have any of it.

"I don't think so. You can't have that, it's not for kids"

Snickering could be heard from Toga causing Shigaraki to snap his gaze at her and gives a sharp glare at Toga as he holds the drink away from you. Tears started to form in your eyes as you were about to start crying, becoming a bit fussy and not being allowed to have the drink. Kurogiri opens a portal, looking at Toga entrusting her to go get some stuff for you.

"why not go out and grab some juice and a cup for the kid Toga"

"Okay! I'll be right back!"

she responds to Kurogiri with a smile, walking to the portal he opened before disappearing through it, closing shut behind her. Shigaraki however let out an annoyed groan at your annoying crying, hoping Toga doesn't take to long since he really didn't wanna sit and listen to your damn whimpering at all. He did his best to get you to stop to his efforts, though everything he did wasn't working. Dabi who was leaning against the wall had rolled his eyes about to just up and walk out at this point since now you were being headache inducing to him. After about 20 minutes Toga finally came back with a jug of juice a sippy cup and a few other things for you, being filled with excitement to give them to you.

"I'm back!"

She says excitedly as she hands the cup and juice to Kurogiri out of the bag. Kurogiri who opens up the cup and juice, starts filling the cup up, screwing the lid back on and handing it to you. You reach out and take the cup from Kurogiri and start drinking it, your tears now dying down as Toga sits by you and shigaraki, Pulling a small teddy bear out of the bag.

"hey kiddo look what I got for you."

You look over at her and see the teddy bear she had in her hands. You stop drinking the juice for a moment and lean forward, reaching for the bear Toga had in her hands for you, giving it to you. She watches you take the bear into your small hand before leaning back against shigaraki again, going back to drinking your juice. He was relived that you had finally stopped crying, letting out a heavy sigh as he drinks his whiskey, setting the glass down.

"Finally"

He muttered under his breath. Your eyes started to become a bit heavy as the tiredness starts to set in. He took notice of your tired state, watching as your eyes became heavy and the cup starting to slip from your weak grip. He couldn't help but notice how weak and fragile you look right now as a strange feeling set in him. The strange feeling of responsibility and protectiveness towards you as he carefully took the cup from your weakening grip, setting it aside before shifting your position so you were more comfortable on his lap.

*Aww she's so sleepy. Why not just put her to bed Shiggy?"

Toga asks him. He looks at her as he hears her comment about your tired state and thinks about it for a moment, giving her a nod.

"Yeah I should do that"

He responds but there was a slight problem that crossed his mind, He didn't even know where to put you. None of the rooms in the hideout were exactly suitable for a child. Toga could tell he was thinking about something as he looked down at you, now fully sleeping on his lap. He knew he couldn't just put you alone in some random bed in the hideout and didn't fully trust anyone else to watch over you. He was left with just one option that he didn't really like to much but it will have to do until things get sorted out. He stood up keeping ahold of you and made his way to his room, laying you on his bed and pulling the blanket over you. After he was finished he flicked out the light, closing the door shut behind him and making his way back to his seat in the bar.

"So where did you find the brat anyway?"

Shigaraki looked towards his room where you were sleeping, thinking about what had happened as Dabi asked him the question.

"She was laying by a dumpster in the alleyway, and started following me. I didn't know what to do so I just decided to let her tag along. She is to young to be on her own anyway"

Everyone listens to what he said, Toga seemed a bit dumbfounded that he found you laying by a dumpster outside. Dabi didn't seem to care at all which was no surprise to anyone.

"You don't think she was thrown away by her parents do you?"

Shigaraki looks at Toga as those words slipped out of her mouth. He couldn't answer her question. Honestly he didn't know why you were out there alone but now he's stuck with you for awhile until he can find someone to take you or something. Right now you are his full responsibility since he chose to bring you in and he has to be the one to decide what to do and where he can possibly take you. He couldn't deny that the thought of you being tossed out did somewhat bother him a little bit but he wasn't gonna let it show at all, especially not in front of the league.

"Honestly I don't know. It is a possibility, I just hope she won't be a pain to deal with"

He answered her looking down at his almost empty glass of whiskey, swirling the left over liquid around in the glass as he was lost in thought for a good minute. After a good hour passes it was now 12:10 at night and Tomura started to feel tired himself finishing up his last glass of whiskey, getting up from his seat and making his way to the room where he opens the door as quietly as he can as to not wake you up by accident. He shuts the door behind him, walking to his bed and laying down on his back. His mind was still running wild a bit with thoughts about you, his plans and a bunch more on top of that, feeling rather stressed out right now. He reached over and opened his drawer, pulling out his nintendo switch, powering it on and turning the volume all the way down before putting on his favorite game to play for a bit, stealing glances at you every time you moved, making sure you weren't waking up at all while he played his game. When morning came you woke up pretty early, sitting up rubbing your eyes a bit as a yawn escapes from your mouth. You look over at shigaraki who was still passed out laying on his back with his switch laying on his stomach. You climb off the bed and walk over reaching up and grabbing his nintendo switch off of his stomach. You weren't to sure how it works or what it was but you wanted to play with it.

You walk over to the door with his switch in hand, reaching up to the door nob and opening the door, walking out of the room leaving the door open as you walk down the hall towards the bar area to see Kurogiri sitting and reading the news paper while having a cup of coffee. You walk up to him holding up the switch to him getting his attention immediately. "Oh... I see you found Tomura's switch. You will have to wait for him to get up to play it though" He told you as he took it from your hands gently and set it aside out of reach.

"how about some breakfast? are you hungry?"

You yawn while nodding your head and Kurogiri nods once before taking you to the kitchen and making you some food to eat, cracking some eggs into a pan, and making some toast with jelly spread over it for you. He placed the food on the plate and got you some juice in your cup, closing the lip on tightly, handing you the cup before grabbing the plate of food and taking your hand, leading you back to the bar. Kurogiri set the plate down and sat you on a bar stool, moving one closer to you and sat by you incase you fall he would be able to catch you. You take your fork and start scooping up the eggs with it and placing the food in your mouth, eating it a bit slowly. You were a little messy but he didn't care much since you were little and kids usually were messy eaters.

Shigaraki started to stir awake from his sleep letting out a groggy groan as he sat up in bed instantly taking notice that his switch was gone and the door being slightly open with a perplexed expression on his face. He got out of bed and made his way out of the room. His red tired eyes landing on you and Kurogiri sitting together as you were eating your toast and drinking your juice. Tomura didn't see his switch with you so where the hell did it go? he wondered as Kurogiri looks at him* "I assume you are looking for your game? she brought it out to me so I took it and put it up for you Tomura" Kurogiri explains, though he still wasn't happy about you taking his game in the first place though he is relieved that Kurogiri put it up for him so you didn't end up breaking it somehow.

"Yeah that makes sense, the brat is to curious for her own good"

He groaned out, still slightly irritated that you took his damn game from him while he was asleep. Kurogiri get's up and grabs the switch, handing it back to him. Tomura nods as Kurogiri sat back down next to you.

"she wanted to play it so I told her she would have to wait for you to get up"

"I'd have to charge it first then we will see"

He responds to Kurogiri still with annoyance lacing through his tone of voice. He wasn't to keen on you playing his game especially at your age. What if you drop it or something? he definitely wouldn't be happy at all.

As the day dragged on Toga was sitting on the floor with you, coloring some pictures in some coloring books she got for you, trying to help you color in the lines on the pictures and just letting you have fun while the guys talked about their plans for the day. Toga ripped out a page you had colored in setting it aside only for you to reach over and grab it and get up off the ground. She watched as you walked over to Tomura with the picture interrupting the conversation between the three when Shigaraki felt a light tug on his pant leg followed by your voice.

"Tomura"

He turns and looks down at you and sees a piece of paper in your hand, raising his brow a bit.

"what is it kid?"

His voice was gruff but not unkind at all. You hand him the picture you colored for him and Toga chuckles finding it cute how you were so attached to Shigaraki. He takes the picture from you and looks at it taking in the childish scribbles and colors that were on it. He wasn't expecting you to give him anything at all to be quite frank but he did enjoy the gesture just slightly.

"huh.. thanks I guess"

he says setting the picture aside as he started to warm up to having you around. As 7:00 rolled around Kurogiri had made you dinner before it was your bed time. You ate and got a bath, being put into some cute pjs Toga got you for the night. Toga came out of the bathroom with you, holding your hand in hers and looks at Shigaraki.

"She's out Shigs"

She said getting his attention from his phone. He looked at you both and gives a slight nod before setting his phone down and standing up, giving you the gesture to follow him to the room so he can put you to bed. You go over to him and take hold of one of his fingers, following him to the room. He pushed his door open and guided you to the bed, letting you crawl up onto it before covering you up, reaching down and picking up the bear, handing it to you.

"now go to bed alright"

he said before walking away and shutting the light off. He left the door cracked for you so you had some light in the room, so you weren't left alone in complete darkness by yourself. You couldn't really sleep though since you weren't really tired yet but you were a good kid and stayed in bed like you were told hugging onto your bear as you looked around the dark room before your eyes landed on a figure peeking out of the closet door. You stare at it for a good long while before sitting up and realizing it's not going away any time soon. It looked like a man or something? it was hard to tell due to the room being dark with the light from the door facing away from the closet. You get up, climbing off the bed and go over to the closet and sit down in front of the figure that was standing there, watching you quietly from the darkness.

"Who are you? I'm Y/N"

You speak out but it doesn't respond at all, it just stares at you as you speak to it. You didn't feel scared of it at all and just wanted to talk to it since everyone here seemed nice to you so far. You hold up your bear to it, showing it off with a smile.

"do you like my bear? Toga got it for me... She's really nice"

You look at your bear for a moment as you talk before your eyes go back up to the figure that's looking down at you. After a few minutes Tomura is walking down the hall towards the bedroom door that was cracked open a bit to check on you when he can hear you talking to yourself from inside the room. He was thinking it was probably just your imagination running wild or something since kids tend to do weird things sometimes and your probably talking to your bear as if it will talk back.

"what's your name? you never told me" You asked before Shigaraki opened the door the light from the hallway revealing the man you were talking to in the closet for a split second before it disappeared out of your view. The mans skin looked a bit dusty as if it was crumbling off a bit and was a bit tall. When the light hit you, you looked back at Shigaraki who just entered into the room with you, flicking on the light only to see that you were sitting in front of his closet talking to nobody. Nobody else was in the room with you and he couldn't help but raise his brow a bit at your behavior. He walked over to the closet, pushing the door open all the way and looked inside for a minute before he had turned his gaze back to you.

"Who are you talking?"

he asks, crouching down by you, confusion painting his pale face as you point to the closet even if you no longer saw the man there anymore.

"the man"

you responded and that just made him more confused then ever since nobody was in the room with you, not that he could see anyways.

"Listen kid there's no one else in here alright. Now let's get you back to bed"

You look at Shigaraki who seems to not believe you at all, how could he since he couldn't and didn't see what you had seen. He picked you up carefully and laid you back in bed, covering you up again as you look back at the now opened closet for a brief moment before shifting your gaze back to him. "I really did. He was tall, black hair, button up shirt, dark eyes, his skin was dusty too," Tomura stops in his tracks recognizing that description a bit, his eyes widening just a tad bit. It couldn't be right? there's no way you just. He was just a bit caught off guard by your description of what sounded like his father a little bit that he killed years ago. He looked back at you with a some what dumbfounded look on his face as your words played out in his head. It could be someone else you described but something about your description just seemed way to familiar to him.

"Did he say anything to you?"

"no he wouldn't talk to me"

He didn't know how to feel right now at all. It was a bit trippy since you don't know his father and had never even seen the man a day in your life.

"Just get some sleep alright kid" He said standing back up and walking to the closet, pushing the door closed. It took him a minute to move away from the door but when he did he leaned down and picked up your teddy bear, walking over to the light switch and shutting the light back off. He goes to the bed and lays the bear next to you before laying on his side on his back. He kept looking back at the closet thinking about what you said, what you described to him. Was it your imagination? He didn't know nor didn't know how to feel about it either. It was weird how familiar that description sounded to him, it sounded to much like his fathers description. The thoughts wouldn't leave his mind and he could tell you weren't tired as you just laid there with your eyes wide open. He lets out a light sigh as he grabs his nintendo switch off it's charger, powering it on before looking back at you.

"you wanna play kid?"

He asks getting your attention, nodding yes to his question. He knew you needed to go to bed but maybe he can just stay up for a little longer just this once. He moves over, sitting up against the wall and lets you get on his lap as he starts the game up for the both of you to play. He sits there and shows you how to play his game while trying to take his mind off of what had happened. He wasn't scared or anything just confused and a bit put off by the whole thing. He keeps his eye on you as you play the game making sure you don't drop it and to help you out a bit at playing. You had a smile on your face as you played the game with him, having fun as you did so. Tomura couldn't help but laugh a little bit at your excitement when he helped you take down a enemy. It was helping him take his mind off the incident just a tad bit and he really had grown a soft spot for you though he won't show it so easily and won't admit it out loud.

[scary-grace]

Enough to Go By (Chapter 11) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Chapter 11

“Hey, there you are!” Spinner spots you and Tomura first as you step through the portal. “Twice is on his way. We thought you two were never going to show up!”

Tomura lets go of your hand and peels off his gloves, heading for the pile of gear that contains the rest of the hands and his coat. He put the hand he calls Father on his face before you left the apartment. “Kurogiri was busy.”

“Sure he was.” On the far corner of the wall, Dabi is rolling his eyes. “We all know what you two were busy doing.”

Your face heats up, but you’re behind your veil, and Tomura’s busy securing a set of hands over his neck, covering both the bandage and the mark you left on the other side. Nobody else seems too interested in joining Dabi in picking on you, although Magne’s ribbing him for supposed jealousy over his own lack of a cute girlfriend. Toga is studying you. “You changed your costume,” she says, and you hold your breath while she renders her verdict. “It’s cute.”

Compress drifts closer to investigate, too. “It’s an improvement. What’s the occasion?”

“We’re meeting somebody in an official capacity. I just thought I shouldn’t wear street clothes.”

Your costume upgrade isn’t much, and it took a while to put together. You’ve still got the grey veil and crown of thorns, but underneath it you’ve added a grey long-sleeved tunic you thrifted, leggings you bought, and boots you already had. Then you decided that the tunic was a little shapeless and cinched it at the waist with a red scarf. Worst comes to worst, you can use it as a tourniquet. You were worried about what Tenko would think of the entire effect, but when you showed him before Kurogiri came to get the two of you, you could tell he was pleased. Pleased enough to kiss you over it, although it took a while to make it work around the veil.

The aesthetics of your costume aren’t the important part. There’s a thin backpack over your shoulders, completely hidden by the back of the veil, which contains your best approximation of an EMT kit, and there’s a spare suture kit taped to your thigh, out of sight under the tunic. That was Tenko’s idea. He doesn’t want Overhaul to guess what role you play in the League.

And apparently he’s not the only one who’s been thinking along those lines. “It’s a good thing you changed your costume,” Spinner says. You look questioningly at him before remembering that he can’t see your face under the veil. “We were thinking. Shigaraki wants you to stay undercover, which means we can’t use your name in front of outsiders. And that means you need –”

“A code name!” Toga chimes in. “We all talked about it –”

“Nobody liked my ideas,” Dabi mutters.

You don’t even want to know. “And we all agreed,” Compress continues. “Unless Shigaraki has already given you one –”

You look to Tomura. This looks like it’s news to him, just like it’s news to you, and he only ever calls you by name. He shakes his head. “Excellent,” Compress says. “Spinner’s idea was chosen. Spinner should reveal it.”

Spinner looks a little nervous. “We already use a nickname for you,” he starts, “but ‘Saint’ sounds really dumb for a code name. So we decided instead – Saintess.”

It’s quiet for a second. “That’s not a word,” Tomura says.

“It is! We looked it up,” Toga sings out. “It’s like actor and actress, or villain and villainess. Saint, Saintess. It’s perfect, don’t you think?”

You’re not sure if you like it. It feels like kind of a dig against you. More than ‘kind of’, if you’re being honest. “It suits your look,” Magne points out. “And your attitude, since the boss wouldn’t dream of letting you get your hands dirty.”

“My hands will get dirty the first time one of you gets hurt,” you say. “You have the important work. My job is to make sure you can keep doing it.”

“Spoken like a true Saintess,” Compress proclaims. “Shigaraki. Your thoughts?”

“Yeah. She’s your girlfriend,” Dabi says. “You really want to let Spinner name her?”

Tomura considers it for a moment. “If it’s a good name, it doesn’t matter who it comes from. And it’s better to be named by your friends than your enemies.” He nods to Spinner. “It’s a good name. Call her Saintess from now on.”

Toga wandered over to one of the windows while Tomura was talking, but now she hurries back. “I see Twice! He’s got the other guy with him.”

“Places,” Tomura orders, and the League scatters to the sides. He reaches out and links little fingers with you. “You’re with me. This way.”

The League arranges themselves on and around a pile of shipping containers, set up in a rough pyramid. Tomura settles on one just below the highest level, and you sit down on one just below his, slightly off to the side so you won’t block his view. Tomura looks dissatisfied. “You should be up here,” he says. “But it’ll draw his attention to you. I’m not risking that.”

“I’m fine where I am,” you say. You glance up at him. “How’s your neck?”

“It’ll be fine,” he says, which means it hurts. You’ll look at it later, once this is over. “What about you?”

“I’m fine. You did a great job with the aftercare.”

Tomura’s face flushes, and you remind yourself to be careful what you say. The hand over his face doesn’t hide him nearly as well as your veil hides you. “Tell me what your friend said about them again,” he says. “The Hassaikai.”

“The new head – the one we’re meeting – he isn’t liked the way the old one was,” you say. “Someone who worked for both of them called him a monster. After he left the gang.”

“Yakuza don’t defect. For someone to do something like that, it must be serious.” Tenko’s expression is grim behind the hand. He raises his voice. “Be careful. Twice is trustworthy, but the one he’s bringing isn’t.”

“Understood.”

“You got it, boss,” Magne says, winking.

“For sure, Tomura-kun!” Toga chirps. She’s the only person other than you who uses Tomura’s given name. “I can’t wait to meet our new friend!”

You wish you had Toga’s optimism. Instead, all you feel as the head of the Shie Hassaikai walks into the warehouse is apprehension. You know you shouldn’t. Everyone here is battle-tested, except you. Everybody here has a quirk, except you. They can handle themselves, and they have the yakuza boss outnumbered seven to one – and if things wind up, it’s your job to settle them down.

Overhaul wears a mask over the lower half of his face, and thin white gloves on both hands. Is his quirk in his hands, like Tomura’s is? He’s peering up at Tomura and the rest of you, only the barest spark of interest in his eyes. “So this is where you’ve been hiding. I expected a little more.”

“It takes some time for an organization to adjust following a change in leadership,” Tomura says. “I’m sure you understand.”

Overhaul inclines his head. “Of course. Still, I expected more from All For One’s student.”

His voice is dry, almost inflectionless. Tomura chuckles. “And yet you’re coming to me, not the other way around. Explain that.”

Overhaul’s eyes started on Tomura. Now they’re shifting, from Magne and Spinner and Dabi on one side to Compress and Toga and Twice on the other. Then back to Tomura. Then down to you. His eyes are still on you as he addresses Tomura again. “To my generation, your master was nothing more than a dark legend, but the elders believed we still had reason to fear him. It seems they were right.”

To fear him, not to fear Tomura. Overhaul’s not scared of Tomura, and he doesn’t seem worried about just how badly outnumbered he is. Your stomach clenches. “With All Might gone, the underworld is in chaos,” Overhaul continues. “And it’ll stay that way, so long as the question of who the next leader will be remains in doubt.”

“I’m the next leader.” Tomura’s confidence sounds unshakeable. “All Might fell because of the League’s actions. The heroes are rattled because of what we’ve done.”

He gestures at all of you. “We’ve got victories to our name. What have you got?”

“All Might didn’t fall. He was forced to retire. And it was by your master’s hand, not yours.” Overhaul’s gaze drifts across the League, lingering on each person for a few moments, you included. “Every time you’ve won, you’ve taken losses equal to or greater than the victory you’ve claimed. You still have outside help – you don’t look nearly as filthy as I’d expect for staying three weeks in a warehouse without running water – but it’s much less than you had before.”

“Congratulations. You have eyes.” Tomura’s voice is sharp. “But again – you came to us. Not the other way around. I’m the next leader. You can join me or you can stay out of my way.”

“Let’s assume you’re correct, and you are the next leader. What’s your goal?”

Tomura scoffs. “To expose the so-called heroic system for what it is, and bring it down.”

“How?”

The question rings out, and it’s met with silence. Too long of a silence. Tomura regroups, but not fast enough. “All Might –”

“One hero, who would have retired anyway. Others will come to take his place,” Overhaul says. “You have ideals, but ideals are useless without a plan. And I have a plan.”

Tomura’s jaw is clenched, and you see Spinner’s shoulders stiffen, see a blue spark flicker around Dabi’s fingers. Useless is never anything but inflammatory, and you know enough about the League at this point to know that almost all of them feel like they’ve been thrown away. You speak before anyone else can. “It’s nice that you have a plan,” you say to Overhaul. Nice isn’t the best word, but you’re thinking on your feet. “That’s less important than your goal. If your goal doesn’t align with ours, we should go our separate ways in peace.”

Overhaul studies you. “We do share a goal,” he says after a moment. “The destruction of the current system, and a return to the old ways. We can assist each other in that regard.”

“How?”

“My plan is sound, but my organization is small, with few flashy victories. In order to secure more support –”

“You want our name,” Tomura says. “Why should we loan it to you?”

Overhaul doesn’t answer him. “Put yourselves under me,” he says, and the League reacts exactly how you’d expect them to. Overhaul ignores them. “I’ll ensure you’re better taken care of than this. In exchange, you’ll reap the rewards of my plan to return to the old order.”

“And take orders from you?” Tomura’s voice is full of scorn. “I don’t think so.”

“It isn’t a request.” Overhaul shakes his head. “You lack the vision necessary to make your childish dreams a reality. Since your master didn’t teach you properly, it falls to someone else to rein you in.”

It’s not a request. If it’s not a request, it’s because he thinks he has the upper hand. Why does he think that? “Someone ought to rein you in,” Magne says. She’s on her feet, and a bolt of terror shoots through you. “I’ll put you in your place.”

She activates her quirk, and Overhaul’s yanked towards her from across the warehouse. It surprises him, but not enough. You see him yank off one of his sheer gloves, extend his hand, making contact with Magne’s forearm before her support item can strike the side of his head. He touches her, and then –

Spinner, Toga, and Twice all cry out, but it’s too late. You can barely make sense of what you’re seeing. Dabi looks up at you, shouts at you to do something, but Magne’s beyond your help, beyond anyone’s. Even if you had a healing quirk, you’d need something to heal, and the top half of Magne’s body is gone. All that’s left are her support items and her legs, which teeter horribly in place, twitching, before falling limply to the floor.

Everyone’s frozen – you, Dabi, even Tomura. The only person who moves is the person who’s close enough to contain the situation. Compress lunges forward. A gunshot rings out from somewhere, and you see his arm jerk as his hand makes contact with Overhaul. His quirk should contain Overhaul instantly, but nothing happens. Overhaul seizes him by the wrist with the same hand that killed Magne and blows his arm apart.

He screams, and the sound breaks your paralysis and Tomura’s at the same time. You both leap into motion, Tomura headed for Overhaul, you aiming for Compress, and for a few seconds, you’re running side by side. A second gunshot rings out, from the same direction as before. You know who they’re aiming at, whoever they are. You throw yourself forward, getting ahead of Tomura by a single step, and the bullet tears through your veil, sinks into your shoulder. It doesn’t hurt like you expected it to. It feels more like a sting.

There’s a third shot, but Tomura’s aware now. He dodges, closing the gap between himself and Overhaul, and you readjust your trajectory and race to Compress’s side.

The floor’s covered in his blood and Magne’s, but you drop to your knees at his side anyway. There’s an explosion somewhere in the offing, and for a moment, you’re dragged back to Kamino – but you aren’t there, and you’ve got a job to do. You pull your backpack from beneath the veil, unzip it, and start pressing sterile pads down over the open wound. Compress howls, tries to squirm away, but someone pins him in place. Spinner, who’s come to help. You don’t have even a second to thank him. Your entire world narrows down to finding a way to control the bleeding, to secure the bandages, to make sure the job Overhaul started isn’t finished on your watch.

You don’t see what happens with Overhaul. You hear pieces of it, enough to know that the Hassaikai is withdrawing for now, that Tomura killed one of them, that the not-a-request is still on the table and Overhaul fully expects Tomura to agree once he’s had time to think. And then he’s leaving. Overhaul is leaving, and Magne is dead – but Overhaul’s quirk isn’t what he did to Compress and Magne, is it? That can’t be it. If that was it, they’d call it something else. If that’s not all it is, is there something more he can do?

“Wait!” The words leave your mouth at a volume you didn’t expect, and Overhaul’s progress towards the hole he punched in the wall stops. He turns back to face you, and you seize the chance to speak before anyone else can stop you. “You can fix people, can’t you?”

Overhaul inclines his head. That’s as close to a yes as you’re going to get. You swallow hard. “Please,” you say, “bring Magne back.”

“Why should I do that?” Overhaul’s voice is flat. “He attacked first.”

“She did,” you admit.

“And Shigaraki killed one of my subordinates. Wouldn’t you say we’re even?”

“No,” you say. Overhaul tilts his head to one side, studying you. “You called the person Tomura killed a subordinate. Magne is our friend. We made a mistake, but you can save her. Please, bring her back.”

Don’t disagree with him, but make your point. Don’t look helpless, but hand him as much power as you can. Be respectful, deferential, but not submissive. Every de-escalation skill you’ve ever practiced flashes through your head, and it’ll all be useless if any of the other members of the League open their mouths, Tomura included. But they’re quiet, for once, and Overhaul’s still looking at you. What happens to Magne now is up to him – and up to you, if you’re able to convince him.

“If I bring him back, I leave a valuable piece in Shigaraki’s hands, and I’m not interested in rewarding bad behavior,” he says. You nod. He’s not saying no yet. As long as he hasn’t said no, there’s a chance. “So I’ll make you a deal. If you value his life so much, then I’ll bring him back – and you’ll leave him here for the police to find.”

Your stomach lurches. “Decide quickly,” Overhaul says, and finally, he looks away from you. “As the leader, Shigaraki, the choice is yours.”

Tomura doesn’t hesitate. “Bring her back.”

Overhaul walks past you without looking at you again, to the same spot where Magne’s legs and support item lay in a pool of blood. He peels his glove off his hand and touches the puddle of blood and tissue. You don’t know how to explain what he’s doing, except that he’s reassembling her body, piece by piece. Someone throws up – Spinner, who at least has the presence of mind to turn away from Compress before he does it. Compress, and his missing arm. Why didn’t you negotiate for that as well? You’re an idiot. You’re out of your mind, and Compress is still losing blood. Your job still isn’t done.

You don’t look up again until you’ve packed enough sterile pads onto the stump of Compress’s arm that they don’t bleed through instantly, and when you look up, you find the rest of the League gathered around, and Overhaul’s minions standing back, guarding the exits. Twice is melting down. Toga’s trying to console him, but she looks furious herself, and Dabi’s expression is masklike, frozen. Tomura crouches next to you. “How is he?”

“I’ve secured it for now, but he needs those arteries clamped off. Does law enforcement know his face?” You see Tomura shake his head out of the corner of your eye. “If we take the mask off and lose some of the costume, I can take him to the clinic. They won’t ask questions.”

Tomura nods once. “I’ve called Kurogiri. He’ll take you there. Can you stay with him?”

“We can’t stay here,” Dabi interrupts sharply, before you can finish saying yes. “Half the prefecture heard that explosion. Where are we supposed to go?”

“Back to the waystation.” Tomura answers before you can offer. You would have. He looks to you. “Meet us back there as soon as you can get away.”

Warp gates begin to appear, engulfing the other members of the League, and you start removing the identifying features of Compress’s costume. Hat, waistcoat, tie, mask, the one remaining glove. Now he just looks like a normal guy. A guy who’s had a really awful accident. You pack up your medical kit, put your backpack on, and start pulling Compress to his feet. He doesn’t resist, exactly. It’s more that he just doesn’t try. “Leave me here. I lost my arm. My quirk. There’s no point to anything anymore.”

You’ve lived your whole life without a quirk. It’s not the end of the world. Sometimes people with quirks say the dumbest things. You chalk it up to blood loss and decide to ignore it. “I’m not leaving you behind. We’re going to get you patched up and get back to the others.

The warp gate appears and you drag Compress through it, the two of you emerging in the alleyway behind the clinic. You barely remember to take off the veil and crown and tuck them away before you and Compress make it to the waiting room. All you can think about is how you failed to negotiate for Compress’s arm. All you can think about is how you had to leave Magne behind.

You figured it might be a while before you got back to your apartment, but you weren’t counting on all the complications – the clinic’s short-staffed, and in order to circumvent the policy about sending major trauma to the ER unless there’s no choice, you hop in to help and free up a nurse-practitioner with a quirk that helps blood clot to tend to Compress. Unsurprisingly, there are questions about how Compress got the injury. You don’t feel any shame in saying that a villain did it.

About four hours in, you get a phone call on the clinic’s phone. The person who initially answers it tells you it’s your sister, which sounds not-right – Isuzu doesn’t know where you work, and if she wanted to talk to you, she’d call your phone, not the clinic’s. You pick up the call and hear Toga’s voice on the other end. “Tomura-kun wants to talk to you,” she says. She sounds miserable. “Hang on.”

Tomura doesn’t sound much better than her. “How is he?”

“As good as he can be. Once he’s hemodynamically stable they’ll let him go.” You hear the questioning sound Tomura makes and define your terms. “Once his blood volume’s a little more compatible with life. How are things back there?”

“Fucked.” There’s a light thud. You imagine Tomura flopping back against the wall. “Twice hasn’t quit freaking out. Dabi and Spinner are climbing the fucking walls. Toga is – I don’t know what. You need to come back soon. I don’t know what to do.”

“As soon as I can. But you do know what to do.” You try to think. “Tell them that he won’t get away with this. That we’ll make sure he answers for it. Make them believe you.”

You think of what you’ve seen from the League so far, how they’ve gone from at each other’s throats that first night in the bar to ready to fight for each other now. It’s because of Tomura, because of who he is. “You’ve always known how to do that.”

Someone shouts for you down the hall – something about a patient who needs a pelvic exam. You wince. “I have to go. I’ll call when we’re ready for – wait, how are you calling me? Whose phone is this?”

“Yours. You left it on the kitchen table.”

You did. You’re not under suspicion, but you didn’t want to risk anybody tracking your phone’s location. “I’ll call when we’re ready for a pickup. Soon.”

“Soon.” Tomura hangs up, and you head down the hall to talk a patient into a pelvic exam they really don’t want.

The nurse-practitioner who was looking after Compress really doesn’t want to let him go, but you manage to talk her into it, and you and Compress make it back to the alley and through the warp gate to your apartment. The mood within the apartment is palpable. Sadness. Frustration. Fury. With the number of unstable personalities in the League, it’s a miracle that no one’s trashed the place yet.

Dabi is sprawled on the couch, but even he’s not so much of an asshole that he’d make Compress stand. He gets up, and once Compress is lying down, he climbs up to sit on the back of the couch instead. He peers down at Compress. “You look like hell.”

“So would you.” Compress looks pretty sickeningly pale. “I lost my arm and my quirk.”

“Your quirk?” 

“He touched Overhaul. It should have worked,” Spinner says. “But it was after he got shot with one of those.”

He points at the coffee table. There’s a bright-red capsule sitting there. You’d say it was a bullet, except for the fact that it’s tipped with a needle. “What is that?”

“We don’t know,” Tomura says. He’s sitting on your kitchen table, legs crossed, elbows on his knees. “We need to find out.”

“I heard three shots.” Toga’s voice drifts out of the kitchen. When you take a peek, you find she and Twice lying on their backs on the tiles. “One hit Mr. Compress and one missed Tomura-kun. What about the third one?”

You become aware, suddenly, of a sore spot on your shoulder. “I think that was me.”

“Right,” Spinner says. “You and Shigaraki both ran. I saw you get in front of him. What happened to your quirk?”

You look blankly at him. Is it really possible that the League doesn’t know you’re quirkless? Tomura wouldn’t have told him. It doesn’t matter to him. You glance to Tomura. Tomura nods once, and you take a deep breath. No matter how many times you say it, it never gets easier. “I don’t have one.”

It’s quiet for a second. “Twice,” Dabi says, “pay up.”

“No fair,” Twice protests. “You bet she had a lame quirk, not that she didn’t have one at all.”

“Having no quirk is probably better than having a lame quirk,” Spinner says. You’d argue, except you have a vague idea of the hell that heteromorphs go through, and if Spinner would rather have your problem than his, you’re not going to judge him for it. “Healing quirks are really rare anyway. And I’ve heard they burn through tons of mana.”

“Even if you had one, it’s not like you could make somebody’s arm grow back,” Toga says practically. “Or somebody’s –”

She trails off. You know what she’s thinking of, because you’re thinking of it, too – what happened to Magne, something so sudden and catastrophic that it would take a miracle or turning back time to fix. You got a miracle, but you lost Magne anyway. Her arrest was reported on the news while you were still at the clinic. In the silence that falls, Tomura climbs down from the kitchen table and steps into the center of the room. “Three days from now I’ll tell Overhaul that we’re accepting his offer,” he says. No one says a word. “When we respond to what he did, we need to respond decisively. That means we need more information. And we need to know more about this.”

He points at the bullet on the coffee table. “Starting tomorrow, Compress will test his quirk on the hour, every hour, to see how fast it returns.”

“It won’t return.”

“We don’t know that yet,” Tomura says. He looks around at the rest of you. “Compress’s injury and what happened to Magne won’t go unanswered. But our answer will be the final word. Does anyone disagree?”

There’s silence. Tomura turns away and climbs back onto the kitchen table, assuming the same position as before. You check one last time on your patient, note that he’s shivering, and find a blanket to drape over him. Dabi is peering through your closed blinds, down at the street; Spinner’s sprawled in one of your chairs, lost in thought. Kurogiri is wherever Kurogiri goes when Tomura doesn’t summon him. Now that you think about it, it’s strange that Tomura didn’t summon him for the meeting with Overhaul.

You have questions about that. But as much as your feelings are pulling you in Tomura’s direction, you know rationally that it’s Twice and Toga you need to check on first.

You have a feeling they won’t react well to you checking on them. You’re not their mom or their sister. You head into the kitchen with the excuse of making tea and step carefully around and over them, trying to think of a solid opening line. “If you guys want somewhere to sit, I’ll arm-wrestle Spinner over that armchair.”

“Hey!”

You don’t know why Spinner’s getting wound up. In an arm-wrestling contest between the two of you, you’d almost definitely lose. “Twice likes the floor better. It’s cool and welcoming,” Toga says. She doesn’t open her eyes. “Sorry I said I was your sister.”

“You should have said cousin.” Twice’s eyes are closed, too. “You two don’t look anything alike.”

“I was on the phone. They couldn’t see me.”

“Sister was the right call,” you say. “I only have one female cousin, and she’s a villain.”

“Really?” Toga sits up, interested, and Tomura looks up from the kitchen table. “Why isn’t she in the League?”

“I don’t know that she’s, um, in your league,” you say. “Have you guys ever heard of Gentle Criminal?”

“That guy? I’ve met him! He’s a tool,” Twice says cheerily. “We were locked up in the same holding cell one time. The first time he went to jail it was for trying to be a hero. Your cousin’s with him?”

“Yeah, she’s his sidekick. Or videographer. Or something.” You’re understating it slightly. “I’m pretty sure they’re a thing.”

“Like you and Tomura-kun?”

“Not like that,” Twice disagrees before you can say anything. “The boss is way cooler. Saintess has better taste.”

“Or higher standards,” Toga says. “Or both.”

“What are their quirks?” Tomura asks. He slides down from the kitchen table and comes closer. “Could we use them?”

“I’m not sure about his. Hers – I don’t think so.” Your family thought Manami was quirkless for a while. When her quirk popped up late in primary school, they were thrilled. “None of my family are power types. All their quirks do is change things about other people – like status effects in a video game. My dad can change how people perceive time, so time-out really sucked when I was a kid. My youngest sisters can make people feel the same emotions they feel, which is terrible.”

Tomura makes a disgusted sound. “That’s worse than the twins.”

It’s not great, but on the whole, you’d rather deal with the triplets. “Those are all broad-spectrum. Manami – my cousin – her quirk is a power-up, but it only lets her affect one person. The person she loves the most. So unless her boss’s quirk is something really special, I don’t think they’d be much use.”

That’s true, but only halfway. You don’t want your cousin mixed up with the League. You don’t want anyone you know involved with them. You and Manami were pretty close, since you were the only quirkless ones in the family at for a while, and it was her running away to join Gentle Criminal that inspired you to shake off your parents and follow your own dream. You haven’t talked to her since, but ever since you found yourself a member of the League, you’ve thought about her more than usual. Wondering if she’s happy. Hoping she found what she was looking for, whatever it was. Praying she doesn’t get hurt.

The tea finishes steeping. Green tea. You remember Tomura likes that. You pass a cup to him, then down to Toga, and watch with no small sense of relief as Twice sits up for one of his own. When you look up, you find that Spinner’s come over, too. Once you’ve given him a cup, you call out to Dabi and Compress. “Do either of you want tea?”

Compress says no. Dabi, to your shock, says yes. “I’ll bring it to him,” Toga says. She hops up from the floor, takes the cup you pour, and brings it over to him at the window. When she comes back, she sits on the counter instead of the floor, and she focuses on you. “How many siblings do you have?”

“Seven.”

Toga looks surprised. “That’s even more than me,” she says. “Are you the oldest? You seem like the oldest.”

Not by much, but enough to count. Enough to make sure your childhood ended before it began. “How did you know?”

“Nobody starts out good enough to be a Saintess,” Toga says with a shrug. “You have to learn it somewhere. I’m the oldest, too. But I was never very good at that part.”

You have to learn it somewhere. You’ve never heard someone say that before, but now that you think about it, it’s true. You wouldn’t have gotten so good at keeping things calm, at smoothing things over, if you hadn’t had to. If tamping down your feelings, controlling the negative ones by any means possible, hadn’t been a necessity in your family, you wouldn’t have done it. It’s a personality trait, but not one you were born with. For a split second, you wonder who you would have been if you hadn’t grown up the way you did – and then you realize that you know. The lessons you learned set in before the triplets were born, but long before. The person you would have been is who you were with your best friend.

You push the thought aside. “How many siblings do you have?” you ask Toga. “Did you get along?”

She says yes, which makes sense. She’s outgoing compared to the rest of the League, and just like you learned from your family, she learned from hers. Spinner surprises everybody when he chimes in about his family, too – he’s a middle child, with one older brother and one younger sister. Tomura doesn’t add anything, but that doesn’t surprise you. He stays at the edge of the conversation, listening, and you keep one eye on him and one on Twice. If you wait long enough, you have a feeling Twice will talk about what’s bothering him.

You’re right about that. He speaks up in the next lull in the conversation. “I wish Magne was here,” he says. “She’s the only big sister I ever had.”

It’s quiet for a little while. Twice’s voice is small when he speaks again. “It’s my fault. I brought him there.”

“Nobody blames you,” Spinner says. “He lied. It’s what villains do.”

Nobody steps in to point out to Spinner that he’s also a villain, and something clicks in your head: The League thinks Overhaul is more of a villain than they are. Having seen what Overhaul did, you’re not going to argue. “He lied,” Tomura agrees. “Unless you have a mind-reading quirk we didn’t know about, there’s no way you could have known what he was planning.”

“Big Sis wouldn’t blame you.” Toga pokes Twice in the shoulder with her foot. “So you shouldn’t blame you, either.”

“And she’s still alive,” Tomura adds. “We’ll deal with Overhaul, and then we’ll break her out of wherever the heroes are keeping her. It’s not anything close to over.”

The situation seems like it’s resolving, sort of, and you have other stuff to do. You finish your tea, then make your way out of the kitchen. If you’re going to be responsible for caring for Compress’s injuries, you need to make sure you have the necessary supplies. And there’s blood all over your costume. You should probably change. When you shut the door to your room and peel off the tunic, it sticks to you, which is when you realize that your skin is covered with dried blood, too. It’s all over you, and the sight reminds you of something you wish the memory wipe had cleared away – what happened in the wreckage of Tenko’s house, when you tripped and fell and sprawled out in what was left of a member of his family.

You need to clean up. You need to clean up right now. You strip out of your clothes on the way to the shower, turn the water on hot, and throw yourself in before it’s even started warming up.

The cold water isn’t enough to freeze out the memory, and the hot water can’t burn it away. It’s your turn to throw up in the bathroom, and you do, on your hands and knees in the shower, trusting the water to cover up the sound. Your head is spinning again, between Magne’s death and Compress’s injury and getting shot and getting Magne back and outing yourself as quirkless and getting a new name – a new name, like a villain, like your cousin Manami except you’re all but useless to the villain you serve – and hosting the League for the next three days, and getting shot. You keep forgetting that you got shot. You keep forgetting how it happened.

It’s been clear for a while that you put Tenko above yourself, in a lot of ways. His memory above your sanity. His mission above your integrity. His needs over your pain. But today was the first time you actually put Tenko’s life over your own. Sure, the gun had quirk-canceling bullets instead of real ones, but you didn’t know that when you heard the first shot. You heard the first shot, knew who the second one would be aimed at, and threw yourself in front of him. And you did it without hesitating.

You don’t like thinking about that. You don’t like looking at it, either, once you’re out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and trying to patch it back up. It’s not a bullet hole – more like a puncture wound, angry and inflamed, with jagged red lines emanating from the impact point. You don’t like looking at it so much that you leave dealing with it for last, patching up yesterday’s injuries and getting most of the way dressed before finally facing up to it. You’re just deciding whether to use spray disinfectant or antibiotic cream when someone knocks on the door. “Just a second,” you say, and the door opens anyway. It pisses you off. “Out. If you can’t give me a second –”

The door shuts again, and a moment later, Tenko appears in the mirror behind you. His eyes are fixed on the wound in your shoulder, and without asking, he lifts the supplies out of your hands and gets to work. He does with the Neosporin over the antiseptic spray. In general, you’re pretty stoic about pain, but the spot where the quirk-canceling bullet struck feels like the worst bruise you’ve ever gotten, combined with an ache in your shoulder and arm that almost feel like you’ve got the flu. You flinch from Tenko’s touch. “Careful.”

“Sorry.” Tenko’s hands are barely touching you. It just hurts. Now that you’ve let yourself admit it, you have to admit that it hurts a lot. “This was stupid. Don’t do it again.”

Your stomach clenches. It’s not like you were expecting him to thank you, but – “It was necessary. We’d have been in big trouble without your quirk. And I’m your sidekick. My job is to –”

“Have my back. Help me. Be with me.” Tenko looks up from his work, makes eye contact with you in the mirror. “We’re supposed to win together. You’re not supposed to die for me. I never let that happen.”

Even when you were little, you were a little too realistic for the games you and Tenko played. Sometimes you’d imagine yourselves into a corner you couldn’t see a way out of, and in those cases, you’d try to say your goodbyes – and Tenko never let you. If I can’t save my own sidekick, how will I save anyone else? “Those were just games.”

“And now they’re real. Nothing else has changed.” Tenko’s much more careful than usual as he bandages your shoulder. “Did you get the other ones?”

You nod. And while the two of you are here, he’s got wounds you need to check. You unwrap the bandage without asking, just like he did, and inspect the scratches. For injuries incurred last night, they don’t look so bad, and you pick up into the same routine as before. There’s something almost comforting about the pattern you’ve fallen into with Tenko, of tending to each other no matter where the wounds came from. It settles your nerves, slows down the frantic spinning of your mind. This is why you’re here. To be with Tenko. And you are, so what does the rest of it matter?

You’ve just put the panic in its place when Tenko speaks up. “Don’t do it again,” he says. “Say you won’t.”

“I won’t,” you say. The words roll off your tongue easily enough, but they feel wrong, and it’s not until Tenko kisses you that you understand why. All this time, he hasn’t lied to you. Whether he’s Tenko or Tomura, he tells you the truth. You’ve just lied to him for the first time ever, selling it so smoothly that he can’t help but believe you, and it feels awful.

It’s not the worst part, though. The worst part is that you’re not sorry.

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Guess who's finally satisfied with part 3 of "Human Bill Cipher (In A Purple Bedsheet Toga) Attempts To Get His Revenge On The Pines"! (Real title TBD.) Here's the masterpost for the whole fic. 7/30/2024 now edited for TBOB compatibility. When we last left off:

For all Bill's struggling, flailing, and wheezing, he couldn't do much from beneath an entire school bus's worth of Mabels and Dippers. Voice thin from crushed lungs, Bill demanded, "What—how—where did you come from?!"

The entire population of Mabels grinned. The one sitting atop the pile crowed, "I think you mean... when did we come from!" Her duplicates cheered.

"Two hours from now," a Dipper added. "Our bus gets here in two hours."

####

Two hours from then, Mabel, Dipper, and Waddles got off the bus from California and looked around the bus stop with wide smiles.

Mabel's smile faded when she couldn't spot anybody. "Huh, I thought Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford were meeting us. They got here this afternoon, right?"

"Maybe their flight was delayed?" Dipper suggested—then spotted another Mabel and Dipper running up. "Whoa, what—?"

At the top of his lungs, the new Dipper shouted, "AMBIDEXTROUS PLATYPUS FARTS!"

Mabel cracked up. "WHAT?"

Dipper gasped. "It's my password! After all the evil clones and shapeshifters and bodysnatchers we dealt with last summer, I came up with a secret password—"

New Dipper cut in, "—so if I ever came up to myself and claimed to be a time traveler, I'd know I'm telling the truth!" New Dipper and New Mabel skidded to a stop. "We have an emergency, guys. Bill is back—"

Mabel cut in, "Wait, Bill-Bill?"

"Bill-Bill!" New Mabel said. "And he's possessing a tourist and about to shoot Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford and Soos right now!" She paused. "I mean—right now, two hours ago."

New Dipper handed a time tape to his double. "You've got to go back to 5:18 p.m., take Bill down, and take his laser and this tape away from him! And then... do that again a bunch of times in a row, I guess."

New Mabel added, "I painted an X in the future so you'll know where to tackle him in the past!" She offered a can of red spray paint to her double. "Here, you'll need this."

Dipper dropped his duffel bag and shrugged off his bulging backpack. "We don't have any time to lose! We'll come back for our luggage later. Let's go, Mabel!"

She dropped her bags as well, and the four twins sprinted for the Mystery Shack with Waddles chasing as fast as he could.

Until Mabel skidded to a stop. "Hold on! We've got a time thingy, right? We don't need to hurry! We can just jump back to 5:18 from any time."

"Oh, yeah." "That's true." "Good thinking, me!"

The original twins retrieved their luggage, and the group headed toward the shack again at a leisurely stroll, with Waddles trotting happily between the two Mabels. The evening weather was lovely.

####

"What about you, Bill? What are you doing here?" Dipper demanded.

"Yeah," Mabel added, "I thought you were stuck in that dumb book we chucked into another universe! What happened to that whole thing?"

Bill let out as heavy a sigh as he could manage when pinned down by a ton of teenagers. "Well..."

####

This is where Bill's explanatory flashback would be, if he were cooperative.

He wasn't cooperative.

####

"You actually thought I was ever really gone? Boy, look at gullible over here!" Bill laughed.

The Dippers and Mabels exchanged a collective look, and without a word, shifted so more of the pile was weighing directly down on Bill.

He wheezed. "No sense of humor."

"I've got his time tape!" one Dipper shouted, holding it above the crowd.

"And I've got the laser," a Mabel called, waving it in the air. "Can I keep...?"

Ford gave her a stern look and held out his hand. She sighed and handed it over.

"Okay, Mabel Number One here!" another Mabel shouted, shaking her spray can. "Everybody move forward, I've got an X to mark!" The group obligingly shuffled forward, prompting more displeased grunts from Bill. Mabel considered his feet thoughtfully before spray painting an X where she estimated he'd been standing before.

"Not gonna lie, I thought we were goners," Soos said. "That was crazy! How did you two do that!"

Bill snapped, "By pulling the kind of time loop that ought to have Time Baby down here gumming you idiots to death. I throw one little party and he makes a personal trip to the 21st century just to invade my pad, but two brats pull off as clear-cut a paradox as you can imagine..."

The Dippers and Mabels worked through the logic of their own rescue as they realized they wouldn't have known to come if they hadn't told themselves. Dipper said, "Maybe this is actually the altered timeline, and in the original timeline you did kill them and we had to steal your time tape to change the past?"

Ford took a time tape from a Dipper who had two. "Although that does beg the question of why the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron isn't here to investigate all these time loops. Or how you got so many of yourselves here at the same time. Has this tape been tampered with...?"

Bill said, "Yeah, smart guy, everybody knows time tapes are designed to prevent overlapping time loops! So how are there so many kids here? The mystery must be killing you!" He laughed. "I could tell you, if you let me up."

Ford shot him a dark look. "You know I won't."

"I know." Bill sneered at Ford. "Just wanted to make sure you remember all the things I could tell you. Your loss."

Bill's eyes looked the same as they always had—maybe a little jaundiced, a little too human, but those were still Bill's eyes. Ford had never seen such wrath in his eyes before. 

He looked away. When he properly met the woman Bill was possessing, he wouldn't want to remember Bill glaring through her eyes.

####

While the adults found something to tie up Bill, the Dippers entertained themselves by journaling and the Mabels by decorating each other's faces with scented markers.

Without anything better to do, Bill twisted his head to watch the kids. "Hey. Can I get some art?"

The nearest Mabel looked at him, looked at the closest Dipper (who considered the odds that this was a trap, and shrugged warily), and looked back at Bill. Logically, he might be trying to get her hand close enough to his face for him to bite it and drink her blood or something—and ethically, the alien menace who'd threatened her family didn't deserve nice things—and pettily, she didn't want him to have nice things—but then, when she tilted her head just slightly, rather than seeing Bill Cipher, she saw a vast expanse of unblemished face skin just begging for artwork. Maybe, in the grand scheme of things, it didn't really matter if a murderous monster got to enjoy the benefits of scented markers, as long as Mabel got to enjoy the benefits of making art.

Anyway, who else's face was she gonna draw on? Dipper had already turned her down and her duplicates were running out of facial real estate. "I don't see why not! What do you want?"

"Draw me."

Mabel grimaced. "Ooh, that's gonna be a no. Grunkle Ford says drawings of you are magic?"

Bill sighed loudly. "Sheesh, you sound as paranoid as him. What are my options?"

"I specialize in tiger masks, butterfly masks, rainbows, unicorns, spiders, aaand flowers!"

"Fine, gimme a butterfly."

"Colors?"

"Dealer's choice."

"Oooh." Mabel considered his face, grabbed her banana, cherry, and raspberry markers, held them from the very butt so Bill couldn't reach her fingers, and got to work. But Bill didn't try to bite her. He just stared off into space stoically.

He did start biting when the adults returned to secure him. As they tried to restrain his limbs, he kicked, clawed, struggled, flailed, and snapped his teeth—but without the advantage of the time tape and a gift shop of projectile souvenirs, he only wore himself out. By the time they determined him sufficiently immobilized—hands cuffed behind his back, up arms chained to his ribs, knees and ankles tied up—and the twin pile freed him, Bill was gasping for breath, eyes squeezed shut. He didn't even attempt to sit up. Stan and Ford tried not to look too close at the trembling human form collapsed on the stony floor.

"And the final touch..." Soos took off the fuzzy pink belt he'd been wearing all day and wrapped it around Bill's waist. "Yes. Finally." He paused. "Hey, I was right, this belt does look good with that bedsheet. Compliments the pink in your butterfly, too!"

Bill opened one eye. Voice strained, he conceded, "Doesn't look bad."

"Is that unicorn hide? Excellent work." Ford clapped a hand on Soos's shoulder. "A few moonstones and mercury, and Bill will be trapped inside that body until we find a way to extract and contain him."

"He will? Hey, whaddaya know!" Soos beamed. "Fashionable and functional."

Ford tried to ignore Bill's gaze on the side of his head—attentive, calculating, scheming. "I'll... get the supplies and be right back."

The Dippers and Mabels consulted the tally marks on their palms, added one more each with Mabel's markers, arranged themselves in a semicircle behind the X marking Bill's spot, and all returned to the past except for two. The Dipper and Mabel with twenty-five tallies high-fived. "Yes!"

Dipper sighed, "Finally. I thought we were gonna repeat the same fifteen minutes forever."

Stan—currently guarding Bill with Ford's laser—glanced over at Dipper. "Hold on. If you kids have been doing some kind of crazy time loop, then that means you've been tackling this creep over and over for...?"

"Over six hours," Dipper groaned.

"We ate my last pocket bus snacks ten loops ago," Mabel said. She held up her hand. "On the bright side, I smell so delicious now?"

Dipper sniffed his own hand's tally marks. "Ew."

"Haaa! You wanted the black licorice marker, bro!"

Wiping his palm on his shorts, Dipper said, "And we got up at five to catch our bus. We've been up almost twenty-one hours. I'm completely drained."

"Pffft!"

Stan, Soos, and the twins turned to give Bill a wary look.

"'Oh no! I'm a delicate little human! I've gone half a day without a REM cycle and three hours without glucose! How can I function like this?'" His laugh was a wretched, hacking cough. "It's pathetic how weak you are."

"You're one to talk," Dipper snapped. "These weak humans took you down! Again!"

"Wow, amazing, if you pile five thousand pounds of dead weight on top of a body made of calcium sticks wrapped in raw meat, it can't get up. Congratulations on learning how gravity works!" Bill rolled onto his back, and—with a laborious effort akin to a kid in gym class attempting one sit-up too many—managed to heave himself up to a sitting position. "You got lucky—" he cast a dirty look at the X spray painted on the ground, "—but luck changes." His lower butterfly wings crinkled as a smile twisted up his face. "I escaped death itself. Do you really think a bunch of stupid sub-centenarian children like you can stop me from escaping a little rope and chains?"

Stan bristled. "What I think is you've got a butterfly-shaped bullseye in the middle of your face and I've got a laser with your name on it if you don't shut up!"

Mabel gasped quietly. "My butterfly."

Bill laughed at Stan's anger, mouth open, all teeth. It seemed like far too many teeth, coming from a creature that shouldn't have had a mouth. "Oh, that's precious! Sure, go ahead, Stanley, let's find out what'll happen—!" Bill froze as Stan shoved the laser between his eyes.

"Maybe I will!"

Dipper flinched, "Grunkle Stan, what if it's a trap—"

Bill headbutted the barrel hard enough to knock the laser out of Stan's hand; and even with his body restrained in four place, with an unexpected burst of grace he was back on his feet. Bill's voice plummeted to a demonic roar that hardly seemed to fit inside the short human body. "Do you want to see what I can do?! You wanna see what I'm still capable of?! FINE! I'll SHOW you what... wh-what..."

Bill's eyes rolled back and his face went slack.

He flopped face first to the ground.

The humans stared. Stan asked, "Is, uh. Is this what you're capable of?"

The back of Bill's head didn't answer.

Soos rolled him onto his back and tugged up one eyelid. "Guys, I think he fainted. Is that a good thing, or...?"

Mabel poked his arm. "This again? You'd think he'd have learned to grab an energy drink by now."

Dipper said, "Maybe he's still trying to drink them with his eyeballs." Mabel laughed.

Stan grunted. "I'm fine with whatever gets him to shut up a few minutes."

Dipper gasped. "Wait—if we let him escape this body, he could be anywhere! The belt! Grunkle Ford, the moonstones!"

He and Mabel ran to find him. 

####

Stan said, "I say we sit him up, shoot him in the back of the head, and bury the body right in here." Dipper and Mabel stared at him with wide eyes.

"Believe me, Stanley, I'd love to do that." (Dipper and Mabel turned their wide-eyed stare on Ford.) "But all that would accomplish is murdering some innocent woman who was probably unlucky enough to pick up his book, while Bill himself escapes. And that's assuming he hasn't already left her brain!" It had taken almost a minute after Bill fainted for Ford to coat the belt in mercury and duct tape on several moonstones. "Kill her and he'd just come back wearing another poor victim."

Stan considered that. "Could he escape her brain if we buried her alive?" (Dipper and Mabel turned again to stare at him.)

There were no good solutions. There was no point in being cruel enough to ask Fiddleford to make a new memory gun so they could retry the stunt they'd pulled during Weirdmageddon, since getting shattered into psychic dust had clearly only slowed Bill down; and setting the gun to erase "Bill Cipher" from the puppet's brain would just erase her memories of Bill rather than Bill himself. They could try going into the victim's mindscape after Bill, but all the tricks Ford knew to capture dreams or exorcise spirits only might work on an entity like Bill—or might let him hop into one of their heads. 

First, they needed to make sure Bill was still in this body; and if he was, they needed something foolproof to extract and destroy him.

And until then, they had to contain him.

####

Melody turned toward the opening vending machine door, relief on her face. "Oh, Soos! There you are! I was getting worried. I've been looking for you for twenty minutes, the gift shop looks like a tornado hit it..." She trailed off, taking in the sight of Soos and Stan carrying an unconscious, tied-up woman wrapped in a bedsheet with a butterfly on her face, and Ford training a laser gun on her. "Please tell me that's some kind of evil fairy queen and not an actual tourist."

"Worse, it's Bill Cipher!"

Stan flinched. "Soos—"

"Yeah, he took over this tourist in a cool toga, I think he's been staking out the Shack the last few months with time travel, and he tried to kill the Pineses—Dipper and Mabel had to stop him and..." Soos looked at Stan. "Oh, hold on, was I not supposed to share that?"

"Of course not!"

Ford said, "This is a very delicate situation, and the more people get involved, the less we can control it. We can't tell anyone—"

Abuelita stuck her head through the living room "Employees Only" door. "Mijo, here you are. Who is this? A... guest?"

"Oh, hey Abuelita. This is Bill Cipher—you know, the triangle guy? Yeah, we caught him trying to kill us, so we're gonna keep... him..." Soos trailed off under Stan's glare. "Oh, come on! You can't expect me not to tell Abuelita!"

Abuelita gave Bill's unconscious form a calm, considering look, said, "I will cook an extra serving for dinner," and let the door swing shut.

"Wait wait wait," Melody said. "Triangle guy Bill Cipher? Like, turned-us-all-into-statues Bill Cipher?" She'd been unfortunate enough to be on a weekend trip back to Gravity Falls for a date with Soos when Bill had invaded. He'd been in her nightmares ever since.

Soos shot Stan an apologetic look, then said, "Yeah, that one."

"So, have you called the police yet? Or—or the FBI, or...?"

"It's cool, we've got it all under control," Soos said. "We're gonna lock him in the cellar."

"You're what?"

"Yeah, I've got a mattress down there he can take. There's a TV, the pinball machine... Do you think Bill likes pinball?"

"He won't be here long," Stan reassured Melody. "I've got some out-of-state 'connections' from a previous 'business venture' who have 'resources.'" He'd hooked his arms through Bill's armpits to free his hands up to make finger quotes. "I'm calling in a 'favor.' They can hold him somewhere 'comfortable,' until..."

Firmly, Ford said, "Until we've come up with something more permanent."

Stan nodded. "Once we're sure we trapped him in this girl, he'll be outta here."

Soos said, "Oh, hey—do you think we might need to close the Shack tomorrow? I should go tell Wendy. Be right back." He handed Bill's feet to Ford and headed to the living room.

"Oh no you don't, hold on!" Stan dropped Bill's head on the floor and followed Soos.

Ford looked down at Bill in dismay, trying to figure out how best to pick him up without risking Bill trying to bite out his throat again if he woke up. From the stairwell, Mabel and Dipper peered around him to help consider the predicament; Mabel said, "Just drag him." Dipper nodded.

Melody screwed up her face, but sighed in resignation. "I've got it." She helped heave Bill back up. "But I want a really good explanation why we aren't letting the cops handle the dangerous superpowered criminal."

Ford said, "Melody, I know you haven't lived here long. But have you seen the police in this town?"

Melody sucked thoughtfully on her teeth. "Fair point. But what about the government? If there are actual aliens on the planet, surely there's some kind of Guys In Black or X-Folders squad to deal with them?" She paused at the gift shop exit.

 Mabel got the door open for her. "I think we brain damaged the last guys in black that came to town."

Dipper laughed. "Yeah, they could barely handle zombies. I don't think they'd have any idea how to handle Bill."

"Precisely," Ford said. "They don't know his abilities like we do. Once he's out of our hands, we wouldn't be able to ensure he's properly contained." Voice lowered, he added, "Besides—I'm afraid involving the government might play right into his hands. He's been pulling the strings on human politics for millennia, and there's no way to know who secretly answers to him—"

Melody made another face. "Yeeeah, no, nah, I don't believe in any of that... 'shadow government' conspiracy theory stuff."

"And in most contexts, your skepticism would be wise." Ford and Melody let Dipper and Mabel haul open the cellar doors, and then carefully descended the stairs. "But where Bill's involved—there are few facets of human history that haven't been drawn into his tangled web. He's a master manipulator, and our world has been his pet project for millions of years. For crying out loud, he even helped fake the moon landing—"

Flatly, Melody said, "The moon landing."

"Yes!"

"How do you know this."

Ford and Melody dropped Bill on the bare mattress, and Ford gestured impatiently at him. "He admitted it himself! When he was busy boasting about how he helped 'inspire' Kubrick's work."

Melody planted her hands on her hips. "So, you're telling me a 'master manipulator'... told you he faked the moon landing... and... you believe him?"

Ford stared at her.

####

"Hey Wendy," Soos said, fiddling with office phone's cord. "This is Soos. Your boss. Listen, I know you have a shift tomorrow, but uh, you might not need to come in, okay? I mean—maybe. It depends. Still figuring it out. I'll call you in the morning." He glanced at Stan, who sharply nodded.

Wendy said, "Oh? How come?"

While Stan furiously mouthed Soos do NOT tell her anything or I swear— Soos said, "Uhh, Shack might be closed tomorrow, that's all."

"Oh, is it for like family reunion stuff?"  Tone brightening, she said, "Hey, is it cool if I swing by anyway? I wanna come say hi to Dipper and Mabel."

Soos frantically waved a hand. "Nooo, you can't! For. Reasons."

Wendy was silent a moment. Soos bit his lip. Wendy said, "For... weird scary paranormal stuff reasons?"

Soos looked at Stan for guidance. Stan shrugged and made a so-so gesture. Soos said, "Yeah, pretty much."

Wendy laughed. "Oh man, seriously? Give the Pines heck for me for getting into something the first day of summer vacation. Text me every half hour so I know you're alive and I don't have to come over with an axe."

Soos sighed in relief. "Thanks, Wendy."

As Soos was hanging up, Ford barged into the office, Dipper and Mabel behind him. "Stanley, this is urgent. As soon as we've dealt with Bill, we need to visit the moon."

Stan processed that and grinned. "All right, I'm game!"

Ford's watch beeped, startling him. "What—oh! That's right, I set a reminder for us to go..." He paused, looking at Dipper and Mabel. "... Pick you two up from the bus stop."

Dipper gasped. "Right! Mabel, I almost forgot! We'll be here any minute! We've got to go tell ourselves to stop Bill! Where did the time tape go?"

"And the spray paint! I gave myself spray paint—"

"Kids—hold on a second." Stan nudged past Ford to kneel in front of Dipper and Mabel. "Listen. I know this isn't how you wanted your vacation to start—especially after we spent all year convincing your parents there won't be any more apocalypses this time—and, I'm sorry. But as soon as you get back from the bus, treat it like you just got here for the first time. We'll say hi, we'll have dinner, you two can make plans to visit your friends tomorrow—and we'll keep all this as far from you as possible."

Dipper started in first. "But, Grunkle Stan—"

"What if you need our help?"

"We've defeated Bill more times than anyone else—"

"And we just saved your lives again!"

"Whoa, easy!" Stan put his hands on their shoulders. "I know you can deal with him—but you shouldn't have to. You're kids, it's summer, you're here to have fun."

"Stan's right," Ford said. "We've already contained Bill—so try not to let him weigh on your mind."

Stan gave them an encouraging smile. "Let the old guys clean up this mess, okay?"

They didn't answer. Instead, they exchanged a glance, and then leaned in to fling their arms around Stan's neck. 

"Hey, hey! C'mon, kids, what's..." His voice caught on a lump in his throat. He wrapped his arms around Dipper and Mabel and squeezed them tight. After a moment, Ford joined in.

They didn't separate until Soos leaned in to crush their lungs.

####

As they ate dinner together around the large living room table, the Pines didn't talk about Bill. They talked about who they wanted to catch up with in town and what events they'd participate in this summer, and the kids' last semester of school, and the places Ford and Stan had traveled, and where in Gravity Falls the kids might be able to continue their judo lessons (by the sound of it, nowhere), and what Stan and Ford remembered about taking boxing as kids, and Dipper's indecision over what electives to take next year, and Mabel's enthusiasm over the parkour classes she'd started at a gym near home.

They didn't talk about why the kids had decided to pick up sports that could help them fight or escape. They didn't bring up all the times Dipper had called Ford after recurring nightmares of being pulled out of his body and left adrift. They didn't comment on Soos and Melody's absence from dinner as they took first watch over the cellar. They didn't ask questions when Stan left the living room table to take a call in the kitchen from his "connections." They didn't speculate on whether Bill might have escaped his puppet's body during the precious seconds between when he passed out and when they completed the barrier belt. They didn't talk about fear.

Down below in the cellar, the unconscious body didn't stir.

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Penny for Your Sins: A BNHA League Of Villains x F!Reader series - Dabi

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TW: talks about trauma (specifically trauma from divorce and Dabi's own trauma)

Goodie Bag: a bit of fluff, grinding, cock rubbing (m receiving), vaginal sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), cum swallowing/eating, groping, hand holding [lemme know if i miss anything!]

Now Playing: Sing for Absolution by Muse, Pale Horse by Lesser Key

Chapters (not in any order, except intro/outro):

START: Intro

Shigaraki

Dabi (you are here)

Twice

Mr. Compress

Spinner

Toga

END: Outro

A/N: I tried to give lots of detail on some spots to make it even hotter, i hope it works! Enjoy!

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Dabi was an interesting mystery for you. You met him when he visited your apartment one night, venting about his frustrations over his father and his plans of revenge not going as he wished. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He just wanted his father’s love and acceptance, but he never got it no matter how hard he tried. You tried to comfort him by holding him a few times, but when he would start to lean in to your warmth, he’d immediately pull away and leave. You weren’t sure why he didn’t want comfort, but you figured maybe one day he’d open up. Each visit pretty much played out the same, not too much change. It was the same for a few months, actually. You wondered when that would change.

One night, Dabi entered your apartment after a long and irritating day. He didn’t even greet you when he took off his boots and coat, sitting them on the floor by the door and on the edge of the sofa respectively. He just went straight to the sofa and grabbed the remote, hoping to see if anything was on TV to clear his head. You wondered why he couldn’t do that in his own room, but maybe he came here because you were here. Maybe deep down, he was seeking your comfort. You walk to the couch and sit next to him. “Hey...you okay?” He glanced at you as you sat next to him on the sofa. He remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the TV screen before finally responding. “I’m fine. Just had a shitty day, that’s all..” He shifted slightly, his body language showing signs of exhaustion and frustration.

You weren’t sure what to do in this moment, you knew that if you made a wrong move, it’d be the same as lifting your foot off a landmine. All you did was hug his arm and rest your head on his shoulder, in an attempt to give him comfort. He looked at you, his eyes widening a bit as you hugged him. You expected him to push you off and leave again, but this time, he didn’t. He just leaned into the embrace, his head tilted to rest against yours. He let out a sigh, feeling a small sense of relief as he said in a weary voice, “Thanks.” “I’m sorry you had a bad day. Is there anything I can do to help?” Dabi’s gaze shifted from the TV to look at you, his usual stoic expression softening slightly as he took in your genuine concern. “There’s not much you can do,” he replied. “Just...be here, I guess. It’s nice to have someone by my side.”

He put his arm around your shoulders and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. You blush from his sudden closeness, but you smiled. You then decided to surprise him with a kiss on the cheek, to see how he’d react. He turned his head to you and just looked at you, his eyes widened as a blush crossed his face, a rare sight for someone so stoic and indifferent most of the time. He seemed caught off guard by your affectionate gesture. He chuckled and murmured as a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, “You sure are full of surprises, Y/N.” You looked at him and said, “Well, I’m here for you and everyone else, so I wanna do what I can to help you. Besides, I really like you.”

That’s when you realized you just confessed to him, your face growing red as the realization hit you. Dabi’s eyes widened more at your words, his expression shifting from surprise to curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, his crystal blue eyes studying you. “You really like me, huh? Even with everything I’ve done?” There was a mix of disbelief and intrigue in his voice as he asked that, his usual demeanor softening a bit. You thought about what he said, about all the things that he did. You remembered how he told you the lengths he was willing to go for the League and his plot for revenge against Endeavor, all the murders and arson and destruction. But you also knew why he did it, why he wanted revenge on Endeavor and why he was the way he was. He would come into your room and vent to you about it at times, after all.

You looked him in the eyes and said, “I know that you and your father have a really bad relationship. I may not know the same intensity of it, but I know the feeling of your own father using you then throwing you out when no longer needed or because you didn’t meet up to his standards.” You felt tears well up in your eyes a bit as you recounted memories of your family. Not due to missing them, but due to the trauma it brought to you. Your voice started to choke a little as you continued, “My dad was the same way. He used me as a pawn in a game against my mom during their divorce, the whole ‘I’m better than you because I got the kid’ thing. I loved my dad to pieces, so to know he saw me as a tool just to spite my mom, it hurt. So..I understand why you do what you do. You’re hurt. Very hurt.”

Dabi listened attentively to your words, his gaze softening as you shared your own traumatic experience. Seeing the pain in your eyes and hearing the pain in your voice, how you were so vulnerable before him. It was a rare moment for him to connect with someone on such an emotional level. He reached out and gently cupped your cheek in his hand, wiping a tear away with his thumb. The look in his eyes showed a tenderness you never expected from him before. “You understand more than most,” he said, his voice holding a mix of gratitude and sadness. “It’s true, I am hurt. And in my pain, I’ve chosen a path that others see as twisted and wrong...” He then smiled a warm smile and said, “But...knowing that you understand, that you still care for me, it means a lot.”

He leaned in, his lips gently pressing against yours in a soft kiss. You were surprised at this, but you kissed back softly, the kiss full of love and tenderness. Dabi responded to your kiss with the same tenderness. His lips moved gently against yours, his touch conveying a mix of gratitude and affection. He held you closer, deepening the kiss ever so slightly, savoring the intimacy with you. This moment, filled with warmth and understanding, was a rare refuge from the chaos and darkness of his existence. Every time he came to visit you, he felt comforted by your presence, a glimmer of light in his otherwise tumultuous life.

You wrapped your arms around him as the kiss deepened, letting out a soft moan in the process. His grip on you tightened as you wrapped your arms around him. He let out a low growl of approval, his lips moving more fervently against yours. Your moan only spurred him on, igniting a fire within him. His hand shifted, sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, deepening the kiss even further. His tongue sought entrance into your mouth, exploring and intertwining with yours in a passionate dance. The room echoed with the sound of the kiss, a symphony of desire and longing. You opened your mouth a bit to let the kiss get deeper. You pushed your body against him, showing him just how much you wanted him. He responded to your invitation with unrestrained hunger. His tongue delved into your mouth, exploring every corner, as his body pressed firmly against yours. He could feel the heat between you, the intensity of your desire, mirroring his own. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves and contours, his touch firm and possessive. A deep groan escaped his lips as he kept on kissing you, his movements becoming more urgent and demanding.

His actions grew bolder as you could feel him slide his hand up your shirt and into your bra, groping your breast and teasing your hardening nipple, moaning as he did. His touch was rough, yet skilled, his action aimed at providing both pleasure and release. The intensity of the moment continued to build, the room filling with the sound of your mingled breaths. You immediately got into his lap, straddling his hips, your groins so close to each other. You started to grind your hips against his groin, bringing more pleasure into the kiss. His breath hitched as you did that, the grinding motion sending a surge of pleasure through his body. He groaned softly, his hand gripping your hips to guide your movements. The friction between your bodies intensified, your groins rubbing against each other at a sensuous rhythm. He matched your movements, his own hips meeting yours with a desperate desire. You break the kiss and say, with your voice breathy and full of lust, “M..Maybe we should..get out of these clothes...” Dabi’s eyes darkened with desire as he heard your words. He nodded, a lustful grin spreading across his face. “Good idea,” he replied, his voice heavy with need.

With a swift motion, he stood up, holding you and carried you to the bed, laying you down with a sense of urgency. His hands moved quickly, undoing his buttons and zippers of his own clothes, shedding them off his body with a hunger. He then turned his attention to you, undressing you slowly, savoring every inch of exposed skin as he kissed your neck. Once you both were nude, you saw that his cock was an impressive size, with a Jacob’s Ladder along the underside, and it was already hard and throbbing. You reached out and started to rub it gently. He let out a low growl of pleasure as you stroked his throbbing cock. His body shivered with anticipation, craving your touch. He watched you intently, his eyes filled with desire as your hand moved along his length. His breath hitched, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt the pleasure building within him. “Fuck..you know just how to touch me, don’t you?” he said, his voice laced with a mix of appreciation and need. You lean to his ear and whisper, “I live only to please, Dabi..”

With that, you kissed him deeply as you kept rubbing his cock. Dabi returned your kiss with a hunger, his lips capturing yours in a searing embrace. He moaned in your mouth, the pleasure intensifying as your hand continued to stroke his cock. The taste of your lips fueled his desire, his body responding eagerly to your touch. With each stroke, he grew harder, his arousal throbbing with need. Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes, his voice full of desire. “I want you...I need you..” he whispered. You looked into his eyes and god he looked so beautiful... You smile and whisper, “You can have me...I’m all yours..” With that, he wasted no time, his hand gripping your waist as he positioned himself between your legs. With a fast motion, he entered you, his hard cock sliding deep into your wetness. A groan rumbled from deep within him, his body responding to the tight and welcoming heat of your core. He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, a mix of pleasure and aggression driving him forward. Every movement was a testament to his hunger and need, his body moving with an intensity that matched the fire within him. You moaned loud as he moved, wrapping your arms around him, one hand on the back of his head. You moaned out, “Ohh..it..It’s so good...more..fuck me more..!” His thrusts grew in pace and force as he heard your pleas, the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of skin filling the room. He drove into you with a primal hunger, his body fueled by a mix of desire and raw emotion.

He gripped your hips tighter, his nails digging into your skin, his fingertips leaving mild burn marks. With each powerful thrust, he aimed to push you to new heights of pleasure, driving the both of you closer to the edge. You moaned at each thrust, feeling waves of pleasure course through your body at each hit. You felt his cock twitching inside you, meaning he was about to cum. “I..I want you to cum..please..cum inside me...I wanna feel you..” His body tensed at your words. He growled, a mix of pleasure and possessiveness, as he continued his deep thrusts. The sensation of your walls gripping his cock tightly, coupled with your plea, pushed him to the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he came inside you, his hot seed filling you completely, causing you to cum at the same time, your orgasm causing you to see stars behind your eyelids. He let out a strained groan of satisfaction, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

He collapsed against you, his breath heavy and labored, his heart pounding in his chest. He remained there, wrapped in your embrace, basking in the afterglow and the intimacy you shared. In that moment, he allowed himself to let go of his barriers, to let you in completely. You held him close and pet the back of his head as you kissed his cheek softly. A few moments later, you felt something touching your thigh. You look and you saw that his cum-covered cock slipped out and was still hard. That gave you an idea. You whispered in Dabi’s ear, “Why don’t we clean each other off?” Dabi’s eyes widened with surprise at the offer, but the excited look in his eyes and the smile on his face showed that he was down for it.

With that, you pushed him off to sit up on the bed. You moved your face to his cock and you started to lick up the drops of cum on his cock. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the warmth of your tongue against his sensitive skin. A throaty moan escaped his lips as you licked up all the cum, the combination of pleasure and the lingering intimacy between you sending sparks of ecstasy through his body. His hand gently tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as you continued to clean him off. The room was filled with the sensual sounds of your tongue lapping and his longing groans. His cock twitched with each lick, aching for more of your attention. Lost in the haze of pleasure, he leaned back slightly, surrendering to the sensations shared between you. Once his cock was clean, you gave the head a kiss and let his cock slide into your mouth, then started to suck it as you bobbed your head.

Dabi’s breath hitched as his head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as his body responded to the euphoric sensations. He watched you with dark, hungry eyes, his hand gently guiding your movements. With each bob of your head, he felt himself becoming even harder, the pleasure intensifying to the nearly unbearable level. His fingers tangled in your hair, his grip gentle yet possessive as he guided you deeper, craving more of your skilled mouth around him. The room filled with the wet sounds of your sucking, mixed with his desperate moans of pleasure. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips gently, seeking more of the mind-blowing pleasure you were giving him. Lost in the ecstasy, he couldn’t help but praise you. “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he gasped, his voice laced with desire. “Don’t stop...keep going, just like that...”

You take more of his cock into your mouth and soon, you’re able to take the entire length, fondling his balls to amplify his pleasure. Dabi’s eyes widened in surprised and pleasure as your actions, his cock throbbing with delight at the sensation. He let out a low growl, his body trembling with the intensity of your skilled mouth on him. The combined pleasure of your lips and tongue, along with the gentle fondling of his balls, pushed him closer to the edge. His grip in your hair tightened instinctively, his hips subtly thrusting into your mouth, seeking more of your exquisite touch. He felt a knot of intense pleasure building within him, signaling his impending release. “Fuck...I’m close,” he gasped, his voice strained. “That’s it...make me cum...” The urgency in his voice was evident, his body driven to the brink by your skillful ministrations.

You sucked harder and moved your head faster, showing how much you wanted him to cum in your mouth. Dabi’s body tensed with anticipation, letting out a guttural groan, his hips involuntary thrusting into your mouth as the pleasure built to an unbearable level. The desire to release, to let go, consumed him. The sight of you so eagerly pleasuring him, your mouth working over his cock with such dedication, pushed him closer to the edge. His moans grew louder, more desperate, each breath a mix of pleasure and longing. He could feel the telltale signs of his impending orgasm, his cock pulsing within your mouth. With a strangled cry, he finally reached his peak, his body convulsing as he came, hot spurts of cum filling your waiting mouth. His grip in your hair loosened, his body relaxing as he rode out the waves of ecstasy. Panting heavily, he looked at you, a mix of gratitude and satisfaction filling his eyes. “Fuck...that was amazing,” he breathed, his voice filled with both admiration and pure bliss.

Dabi’s breath hitched as he watched you swallow every drop of his release, a mixture of amazement and appreciation shining in his eyes. You smiled at him as you took his cock out of your mouth, your eyes full of desire. “Now it’s my turn...” you said softly. You lay back on the bed and you spread your legs, showing your twitching pussy, covered in a mix of your cum. He nodded in response, a growing hunger evident in his gaze as he took in the sight of your spread legs, your glistening, cum-covered pussy beckoning him. He wasted no time, his need to please you matching your own desire. In one fluid motion, he positioned himself between your legs, his hands gripping onto your thighs, and buried his face in your heat. His tongue eagerly lapped at the mix of your cum and his, his movements driven by a combination of passion and skill. He savored the taste of you, alternating between gentle licks and firm, rhythmic strokes.

He explored every inch of your sensitive flesh, delivering waves of pleasure with each flick of his tongue. His own desire to please you matched his earlier intensity, driven by a primal hunger. As he continued his ministrations, his free hand reached up to fondle and tease your breast, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and firm squeezes. His hot breath washed over your sensitive skin, heightening the sensations coursing through your body. His flickering tongue and the sensations from his hands worked together, aiming to push you further and further, until you were on the edge of bliss. He reveled in your moans and the way your body responded to his touch, eager to bring you the same pleasure you had given him. You moaned at each lick and you put your hand over his which was fondling your breast. “Fuck, baby...you’re so good..” you moaned.

Dabi’s eyes flickered up, meeting your gaze as you moaned in pleasure. A mix of affection and desire filled his gaze as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth. Your praise only fueled his hunger, spurring him to intensify his efforts. He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he returned his focus to pleasuring you. His tongue danced over your sensitive folds, delving deeper and curling against your clit. He varied his pace, alternating between slow, teasing licks and faster, more intense flicks of his tongue. As his tongue worked its magic, his free hand moved to hold your hip firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh. He shifted his position, finding the perfect angle to stimulate your most sensitive spots. His movements became more focused, more deliberate, as he chased the ultimate goal of bringing you to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

He listened intently to the sound of your moans, adjusting his movements to match your responses. He wanted to give you exactly what you craved. His tongue expertly traced the curves and folds of your pussy, his rhythm becoming more relentless and the hunger to devour you grew. Soon, it was evident that you were reaching the brink of ecstasy. “D..Dabi..I..I’m gonna cum..!” you cried out. A surge of satisfaction and pride washed over Dabi as he heard your moans grow urgent, your body trembling with the approach of orgasm. He intensified his actions, his tongue flicking and teasing. “I want to feel you come undone,” he growled, his voice filled with hunger and desire. His hand tightened on your hip, holding you firmly in place as he continued his relentless assault on your sensitive core. He focused all of his attention on your clit, flicking and circling it with expertise. His tongue delved deep, spreading your wetness and heightening your pleasure. With a gasp and shaky moan, you finally reached your peak.

Your body convulsed in ecstasy, pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being. Dabi’s tongue continued its assault, prolonging the pleasure as your orgasm washed over you. He reveled in the sight and sound of your release, savoring every moment. As your body gradually relaxed, he continued to lap at your sensitive folds, savoring the taste of your climax. Only when he sensed your satisfaction did he finally withdraw, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration. “You’re amazing, babe.” Dabi moved up to you, capturing your lips in a passionate, lingering kiss, eager to share the flavors of your pleasure on his tongue. You kissed him back deeply and tenderly, tasting the shared ecstasy on your tongue. “So are you, Dabi..” This caused him to chuckle lowly and say, “You’re goddamn right, I am.” Dabi settled himself beside you on the bed, pulling you into his embrace, his arms holding you tightly. In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of their shared pleasure, he felt at peace. And as he held you close, he knew he had found his sanctuary in your arms.

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[mysteroads]

Balm for the Pain to Come

So, MHA Chapter 427 is apparently going to feature Midoriya talking to Spinner, and it's gonna hurt. Therefore, to combat that pain, I offer this fic excerpt, where Tomura picks Spinner up. After all, how could it be Heaven without his Player 2? 😏

(warning: the following excerpt contains friendship, a heart-to-heart, swearing, cute dogs, and is designed to tug on heart strings and cause laughter. author is not liable for any spit-takes, snort-laughs, or the desire to pet dogs and read fanfiction.)

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Following one of the tugging quest lines, Tomura found himself again in a hospital, this one even more chaotic. For a moment, he just looked around, confused. Why would he be in a hospital? Touching his chest, he reached for those invisible hooks, and felt a gentle tug in response. So his quest objective was definitely here, but what hospital would be treating a villain, especially one of Tomura's League, after the war? And this was definitely after, a look at the date on a computer screen confirmed that. He’d lost track of the days there at the end, but by his best estimate, it had been at least two days since AFO’s defeat.

Two days. Yet he’d just brought Toga to their new home less than an hour ago.  And he was pretty sure they’d jumped ahead by a week at least for Toga’s final visit to Uravity. 

Being a time fish had the potential to get very confusing. 

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he deliberately chose to not think about paradoxes and instead focused on what he was doing. He followed the quest indicator at a jog, Mon panting happily alongside him. Like before, he ignored the presence of other ghosts, focusing only on that tug until he came to the MICU floor, which was really full. More than full. Overflowing. No wonder the hospital staff looked like they had been fighting high-ends and mixing energy drinks with coffee. Even with all those people, though, he spotted his target in seconds and was sprinting to their side.

“Spinner! Spinner, holy shit— Spinner, I’m here!” Dead or not, he almost ran into the bed, skidding on the slick floor. “Fuck fuck fuck, man, what the hell happened?!” Spinner looked so sick. No, not sick, drained. Drained and beat to shit, his bright green scales turned an almost gray color where bruises didn’t show through. Tomura strangled his tears, instead reaching out and putting his hand over his friend’s. To his shock, Spinner opened his eyes. 

“T-Tomura?” he whispered, barely audible over the whoosh of oxygen.

Tomura’s hand tightened over his. “Yeah. It’s me, Spin.”

Tears started dripping down Spinner’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Tomura. I… I tried. I wanted to-to be helpful…”

“H-Helpful?” Tomura used the heel of his other hand to wipe away an errant tear. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Wanted… Wanted to stand up strong like you. Worthy… worthy to follow you. But I was too weak.”

Tomura saw it all in an instant and a groan escaped him, despite his effort to hold it in. He bowed his head, trying to shove his emotions back into their place. “Goddammit. All For One. He gave you quirks, didn’t he? That piece of shit. I was right there and I didn’t stop him!” He looked up again, meeting Spinner’s eyes, and said with all the ferocity he could muster, “You are worthy! You’ve always been worthy, Spinner! You were my friend! You have no idea how much having a friend meant to me. I never had someone to play and talk games with before you! You were the first person I could actually relate to, someone who understood what it was like to be trapped in a dark room, alone except for characters on a screen and random voices on a headset— people miles away that you were too scared to actually reach out to in case they found out what you really were! I never cared about your quirk or what you could offer me that way. You were my friend, Spinner, and that was enough!”

Spinner was sobbing for real now, and with a huge effort, he sat up and pulled Tomura into a hug. It felt real and solid, which was weird, but Tomura didn’t question it. He was getting more hugs after death than he’d gotten in his whole life, and he was starting to actually like them.

He had just started to relax when the machines around them went nuts. Tomura jerked back, panicking as people in scrubs converged on the bed. He didn’t understand what was going on until he looked past Spinner’s shoulder and saw… Spinner, still lying on the bed. 

Tomura looked between the Spinner he still had a hold on, who was a bright, healthy green, and the one on the bed, who did not look healthy at all.

“OH FUCK!” 

Frantically, he tried to shove the bright green Spinner back down into the other one. This was made difficult by Spinner himself, who fought his efforts and refused to let go of him. 

“Dammit, Spinner! Get back into your stupid body!”

“No!” Spinner’s claws dug into his shoulders and he yelped, calling his friend a very non-politically correct word, much to Spinner’s outrage. “Augh! You racist bastard!”

“I can call slurs with the worst of them,” Tomura hissed, “and I’ll do it if you don’t stop dying right now!”

“I was a gamer bro too, jerk! I’ve heard it all!” Spinner hissed right back. “And I’ve coded like five times already! The only reason I stayed was because I wanted to see you again!”

“Well, you’ve seen me! Sorry I’m dead, but you can Stop! Dying! Now!” He punctuated each word with a new attempt to shove Spinner back down.

Spinner gritted his teeth, which was a lot more impressive looking than when Tomura did it, and kept his grip on Tomura. “You don’t get it! I thought I wanted to be a leader, wanted to be strong like you. Thought that would make me a somebody. But realized too late that supporting you was what made me happy, Shig! That I loved being your friend, being with the League, and watching you all become something amazing! And that I was okay not being someone important, because helping you stand tall made me feel like the greatest person in the whole world! Where you go, I go, because I’m your Player Two!!!”

Tomura stopped trying to push Spinner away, and the lack of resistance overbalanced the heteromorph so much he fell completely out of the bed.

Trying vainly to wipe away tears before they fell, Tomura choked out, “You bastard. That's fucking emotional manipulation. You know I can't do without my Player Two.”  

Smiling in triumph, Spinner stood up and Tomura let himself be pulled into another hug, this time though, he leaned into it, letting Spinner hold him up. It hurt, but at the same time it felt really good to rely on someone else’s strength for a change. It had been a long time since he’d done that. Before Deika for sure. There was still one more thing to address though. Resting his head against Spinner’s shoulder, Tomura whispered, “I’m sorry. You believed in me and I let you down.”

“Nah,” Spinner said dismissively. “You’re my friend, Tomura. As long as you’re happy, then so am I. But… did you at least kill All For One?”

Tomura let out a weak laugh. “Took all my HP, and Deku helped, but yeah. I KOed the fucker.”

Satisfaction dripped from Spinner’s voice. “Then it was worth it. And things will get better for people like me after this, I think, so double worth it. I’m satisfied.” There was a pause, then in a totally different voice, cried, “Holy cow! What a cute dog!”

Tomura choked, then started to laugh for real. “Holy cow? You say that in front of my possibly guardian angel dog? Seriously?”

“Shut up!” Spinner said, blushing through his scales and giving Tomura a shove.  

Still laughing, he waved to his dog in invitation. “Her name is Mon. Mon-chan. You can pet her all you like later.” 

Spinner immediately crouched to pet Mon, who was delighted by the attention. “Why not now?” he demanded, making Mon’s back leg thump as he scratched a hard to reach spot.

“Because the others are waiting, and I still have some quests to complete.”

Spinner looked up, eyes suddenly serious. “Dabi.”

Tomura’s throat tightened. He’d hoped that he would be wrong about Dabi, but Spinner’s immediate conclusion pretty much confirmed his worst fears. “Yeah. Him and Mister.”

“I thought Compress was in prison! Safe!” All of the excitement from petting Mon was gone, Spinner’s face tight with anxiety.

Pulling him to his feet, Tomura led Spinner to a familiar door. “As far as I know, that’s where he still is. I’m just checking on him.” He just hoped that his visit wouldn’t conclude the way Spinner’s had.

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Taking Spinner home was, thankfully, uneventful. Tomura was interested to see that a floor to ceiling bookshelf had been added in his absence, absolutely packed with games and books, and that another controller in Spinner’s signature green and purple had appeared on the entertainment system. Magne was mixing drinks and Toga and Twice both had bowls of popcorn, all of which went all over the place as they lunged to pull Spinner into a group hug.

Chuckling, Tomura left his friends to their reunion, still feeling a little raw from finding Spinner. It hurt that he hadn’t been able to give Spinner the same support Spinner had obviously given him, but he’d just have to make it up to him. Theoretically, he would have the rest of forever to do that.

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[satancopilotsmytardis]

I'm back again, Apocalypse?

Hmm, this isn't really my cup of tea, tbh, and I don't know much about this genre, but I'll do my best!

Let's say that the quirk event horizon actually hits and goes fucking haywire when Ujiko is experimenting with the nomu and getting stronger quirks in them. He didn't realize that one of the cocktails of quirks he had cooking in a tank would go viral when it came out of the tank, and when it did, people were suddenly having their quirks go absolutely out of control. People who were already trained to handle that like heroes and villains who use their quirks all the time, were mostly fine, but average civilians? Children?? They went out of control and in a matter of weeks it had spread across the globe and most things were in ruins.

The heroes and the villains end up with their own pockets of civilization and they are fighting over the best resource they have-- quirks. With so much destroyed, only people with useful quirks who survived are the ones that matter because those quirks can be used to run the world. For instance, Ibara Shiozaki can actually make a new garden of Eden and ensure that all of the people in the heroes camp are fed, and Kaminari can now power half of Japan by himself.

This puts the League in an interesting spot because Dabi, Shigaraki, and Twice can now destroy the fucking planet if they want to, but they want power and just causing destruction won't get them that. They end up joining up with (and later betraying and destroying) Overhaul who ended up making a 'cure' with the erasing bullets. That helps them to secure a way to get what they want with the threat of completely destroying the heroes' resources.

Meanwhile, Dabi is doing his fucking level best to deal with the fact that just a spark can burn off half his arm, and Shigaraki can Decay anything with just a single finger and has to pay attention constantly to not destroy the gloves he now has to wear permanently. And in all honesty, they're fucking miserable in this new world. Toga is doing awful because now when she activates her quirk she fully becomes that person, mind/personality/everything, until the blood runs out and they hate this new world.

Eventually, they end up at a truce and negotiation with the heroes and the heroes agree to give Twice the measurements of the people they need if the villains fuck off (one set is now good to make a person indefinitely because of the amplification). They take what they need, carve out a place of their own, and set down roots, all of them slowly but surely trying to learn how to exist like this for the rest of their lives. (and Shigadabi are falling in love and agonizing over not being able to touch each other in the background until they feel safe enough to find and update some quirk cuffs)

[red-the-ghost]

A Helping Hand- Shigaraki x Reader

This is mainly just a fluff story, but i think its very sweet. This is heavily inspired by Anigomi’s YouTube video ‘Shigaraki reverse comfort’ so i highly recommend listening to that!

(Everything in *__* is like an inner monologue! Kinda like a thought)

You were perched in the back corner of the League Of Villain’s hide out, you sat alone- observing as the chaos roared in front of you. The scene that was playing out felt uncomfortable to watch, it was disturbing to see such a bizarre group of abnormal people prance around as if they were normal. Over to your left, atop the bar stood Mr Compress displaying a range of magic tricks, bewildering Magne, Toga and Spinner who sat below intricately watching his show. A few stools down sat Dabi (clearly not one easily impressed by magic) hunched over the bar lost in his thoughts. *Probably scheming some fucked up revenge plot* You imagined. Then, in the back far corner sat Shigaraki. You could practically feel the irritation radiating from him from the other side of the room, you stared, glancing down at his hands, watching them reach to his neck, arms, or face-wherever he could reach before they began scratching. Kurogiri had previously asked if he was to any use to Shigaraki at all, to which he received no response. You let you eyes glance back towards the group, slightly distracted by Compress’ magic trick because, when you looked back, Shigaraki was gone. 

You examined the room, wondering his whereabouts before spotting a door closing, *Where is he going?* you questioned. Without hesitating you jolted up, grabbed you bag and followed his trail. Kurogiri glanced your way as you approached the door. “Y/n, everything alright?” You threw a quick smile his way “Need some air” you remarked before going through the same door he had exited from. This door was the entryway to the stairwell which led to the roof, you paused. You waited and just as you guessed, you could hear the faint repetitive clang of his shoes climbing the stairwell, he was already a floor ahead of you so not being seen shouldn’t be an issue. You begun your ascent up the stairs, carefully shifting your body weight from each foot to try and stay quiet.

-You had been apart of the League for a while, though you cant seem to remember why, you suspect it was from being outcasted due to your quirk but you cant seem to remember the exact moment you decided to join. There was something about this found family dynamic that you seemed to enjoy, it made you feel wanted. You had always seemed drawn to Shigaraki though, since the day you joined. You couldn’t decide what it was, but there was something about him that you wanted to protect, that you vowed to protect. And thats been your self decided job ever since-

After getting lost in your thoughts again you made it to the top of the stairs, you pressed open the door and took a few steps onto the roof, the occasional wind was bitter and nipped at your skin but it was still pretty light out, you might even be able to catch the sun setting. You stopped in your tracks. *Where is he?..* you glanced around but there was no sign of him. After huffing and groaning for a moment a voice called from behind you. 

“Why are you following me.” There. That tone of voice, you could tell he was pissed and so, you began doubting yourself, *maybe it was a bad idea after all to follow him*, you are aware of what he’s capable of, his capacity for evil and destruction was something you’d never seen before. You shrugged the thoughts away but remained quiet, waiting for him to say something else. “I never gave you orders or permission to come out here.” You winced and opened your mouth to respond but continued anyway “You know, i came out here to get away from everyone, all those people, and yet, now you’re here.” Nervously, you watched as he started scratching again. You shifted your bag on your shoulder,  adjusting its position before saying, “What’s got you so riled up?, like, what’s bothering you?” He stared at you for a moment, feeling a mixture of confusion and anger. He was sceptical about you asking about his feelings. No one ever asks about his feeling or opinions. Letting out a sigh he turned abit, slightly facing away from you. 

“Them. The noise. It royally pisses me off. It makes me itch, fuck, its making me itch now just thinking about it” he raised his left hand to his throat and began scratching “they irritate me, i just, i could just turn them all into dust. I could just remake this league. I dont need them, i dont need their annoyance. I could make a whole new team, better than this shitty league filled with all these indecent people.” You switched your gaze from his face to the floor. *does that mean he wants to get rid of me too?* you wondered before stepping a few steps closer to him. You know you should be scared, terrified of the very thought of him disposing of you within a few moments but, you didn’t feel scared or nervous, you couldn’t really decide what you felt. You just wanted to know why you want to protect him, what part of this cold and callous man could you ever want to like or protect? He was now stood in the shade so naturally it was a bit colder, making you shiver. Oblivious of your movement he continued his rant. “I want to just press my fingers against their faces, and feel the tension of their body fade away as they crumble, their muscles and veins slowly decaying just so i can finally get my qui- HEY. WHY ARE YOU WALKING CLOSER?!” He raised his hands up, surprisingly not pointing at you though, and jumped back a step. “And then what?” You question as you finally reach arms length away from him. 

 “What.” His voice dropped lower, colder. You shrugged and continued “Blah blah blah so you finally get your-“ you pause. “Quiet? That’s what im presuming anyway.” He stayed silent for a moment, watching you, trying to understand you. “We’re you even listening?” He began, his voice raising again “I could kill you with my hand, my mere fingertips, in a split second, and you’re walking towards me?” You heard his voice shake at the end, causing a slight laugh to emerge from your mouth. You both stared at each other in silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “That’s not right.” You tilted your head slightly, confused at his words. 

“What?” You replied, awaiting a response. A brief moment passed, “I dont think i could kill you” you freeze. *where was this coming from?* you raise your hand to interrupt but he cuts you off before you could even speak. “Down there- the bar. When i get angry i want to destroy something or someone, i itch and it’s annoying, it hurts pretty bad too, but-” he looked past you, refusing to meet your gaze. “Why is it that when im with you i dont itch, and i dont want to..kill..you? It pisses me off.” You slightly smirk before joking “im such an awesome therapist thats all” before raising a thumbs up in his direction. He groaned and you laughed before walking away a few feet, heading towards where the sun was setting, there was something about the subtle beauty of the sun that captivated you. You could be out in nature or sky gazing for hours. You could tell he was watching you, wondering what you were doing. You sat down cross legged before patting the floor to your right “Sit” you called out, waiting for his arrival, and sure enough, he followed and sat next to you, surprisingly not arguing with your word.

“So, what, you gunna be my therapist again?” His voice was a lot lower but you could tell his irritation was still there. “Hmmm” you hummed. *does he actually want me to or am I just pissing him off?* your thoughts were loud, clouding your mind, you weren’t scared of him, you knew you weren’t. You got lost in your thoughts for a moment and you felt unsure as to what to do next. Your body felt like it was on autopilot and without thinking you started raising your hand towards his face, slowly, cautiously, delicately. “I dont really care do whatever you-HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING” he shrieked as you grabbed a piece of his hair and began twirling it around you fingers, it was softer than you imagined. This brought you back to reality and you realised what you were doing, “Im playing with..your hair?..” you replied warily. He turned his head slightly to face you, but not too much as to release his hair from you hand. “I can see that.” Shigaraki’s voice was blunt, but not hateful- for once. You stared at him, and you swear that for a moment you saw his gaze soften, just for a moment. After that moment had past he turned his head back, gazing into the distance “Whatever.” He grunted. You paused, letting the hair slip from your fingers, 

“Sorry” you began “Do you want me to stop?..” Shigaraki flinched, repositioning his hands onto his legs. “No. Dont.” Even after hearing it you were hesitant. Wether you wanted to believe it or not you knew Shigaraki was a ticking time bomb. He was unpredictable, of course you were nervous. “Please” he added, his voice shaking and breathless, *was he nervous? Why?* you lifted both hands again, sorting through different strands and areas, running your fingers through his hair, gently, precisely, being carefull not to cause discomfort to him. Slowly he shifted and turned so his back was fully facing you. As you entangled your fingers in his hair you swore you could hear a sigh of relief or enjoyment from him, “Is this okay?” You asked, wondering if you were doing a good enough job. “Mmmhm” he hummed from in front of you, you couldn’t help but giggle, you enjoyed this calmer side to Tomura.

After a few minutes he sighed again, this time it was a sigh of..annoyance? You paused, you hands allowing his hair to slip from his fingers “This is stupid.” Those words froze you, *stupid?* this was the unpredictability of his personality shining through, but before you could analyse further he continued. “Not stupid, but, my hands. This is dangerous. Why are you doing this, one wrong move- from either of us, and you’re gone. Dont you fucking understand? Why do you keep getting close?” He was facing you now, his hands clenched in fists. He was angry, but not at you. 

“Shigaraki” You smiled for a second before turning to get you bag which laid to your side. You opened it and stated searching “i got these, for you. I dont know, maybe they’re dumb. It was just an idea.” You pulled out a pair of gloves, but 2 finger gloves. They were made of a black silk and comfortably fitted upon the pinky and ring fingers as well as the palms. You handed them to Shigaraki. He didn’t move. You looked up, his expression was unreadable. “I-“ he began before carefully taking the gloves from your hands. He slipped them on and touched his jacket, his trousers, his shirt, then your bag, checking, touching everything he could reach. Nothing decayed. A faint smile grew on his face as his eyes met yours. “Oh and this” you began again, once again searching in your bag before pulling out a strong moisturiser.

 “It might help, you could put it on whenever. Or i could show you? If you’d let me.” He nodded cautiously and you shuffled closer, he winced for a moment, throwing his hands away from you, clearly scared of disintegrating you. Carefully you raised you hands and grabbed his palms, now covered by the gloves and brought them down to you, stretching his arms out. You opened the moisturiser and rolled up his jacket sleeves, he drew a breath, a long, heavy breath before holding it for a few seconds. You put a small amount of moisturiser on your fingers before slowly rubbing it into his arms, slowly brushing down the scratch marks and breaking skin from his irritation. After a few seconds you saw goosebumps rise along his arms and you looked up at him. 

“I- stop looking at me” he said, embarrassed but content non the less, you dont think you could remember the last time you saw someone touch Shigaraki, if anyone in the League has touched him at all to be fair. After finishing his arms you rolled down his sleeves, before asking “Is there anywhere else, you think you would be able to let me do?” He looked at you for a moment before opening his mouth, hesitating, then saying “my neck, and my face. They would be okay, if you’d want to” once again his breath was shaky. You let your arms drop for a moment and just watched, watched his hair slightly move in the now minimal wind, you watched the colours of the sunset rest upon his completion. The hues of orange and yellow settling on his hair, sliding down his cheek. This was a whole new side to him you’d never seen before. This is what you want to protect, you’d finally found it. 

“Dont be scared” you added, in an attempt to reassure him, watching his cheeks redden as he turned away quickly. “Shut up, im not scared.” You shrugged your shoulders before acquiring more moisturiser on your fingers. “Move your hair please.” You spoke softly, and he complied, swiftly moving the shaggy ends of his hair from his neck, and that was your queue, you began rubbing in the moisturiser, hoping this could bring some peace to him- getting rid of some of the inflammation and pain should help make him feel better. 

“Cold” he managed to mutter before he swallowed. You could see his Adam’s apple bob with his action, you could tell how anxious he was. “You’re a wreck.” You teased, before moving your right hand down to get more moisturiser. With your left hand, you turned his jaw and positioned his face to where you could easily reach the inflamed area. You watched out the corner of your eye as Shigaraki struggled to make eye contact with you, looking then looking away in swift motions. You finished with the moisturiser but your hand remained hovering over his cheek, you moved you head back, allowing him to regain his space and to your surprise he lifted his hand to meet yours before removing it from his cheek. “Thanks..” he managed. “You should head back, no doubt Toga will be missing you.” 

“And what about you?” You replied as you handed him the moisturiser and began picking up your bag. “Dont worry about me, ill be down soon enough.” You started heading to the door but stopped in your tracks. *But I want to stay here* Eagerly, you spun on your heels and marched back to Shigaraki. Puzzled, her looked up at you and watched you sit down without saying a word. 

You looked over at his hands, he was creating circular motions on his legs-he seemed happy nothing was decaying. *i did something right* you thought before placing you hand on the far side of his head and guiding his head onto your shoulder. Surprisingly he didn’t move away.

“I will be your helping hand Tomura. Im on your side.”

[lix88888]

Date

Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, people like the Stars were sprawled under a tree, in the middle of clearing surrounded by other trees, enjoying a picnic together.

Blue, the best (only one) of the throuple who could cook, had been the one to prepare the basket full of goodies they were eating, while Ink, due to his knowledge of the Multiverse, had been tasked to find the place with the most calming and gorgeous view. Dream hadn't been able to do anything this time, but his partners insisted that he relax and take a break from everything.

And so, here they were.

Ink, lounging on his non-existent stomach and legs kicking in the air, as he drew the scene before him: Blue sitting cross-legged as he petted Dream's skull, which was laid in his lap, as he fed him some finger sandwiches (Ink had asked for a more classical pose, with grapes and togas, but he had been vetoed).

Everything was perfect.

Except for how Dream furrowed his brow and then sighed, hard, as he perceived a familiar aura.

"Guys? Please don't look. Nightmare is spying on us." "What?!" "Where?!"

Predictably, Ink stopped drawing and started moving his skull left and right, to try and catch a glimpse of Dream's brother.

Ignoring their more scatterbrained partner, Blue and Dream started quietly arguing. "Again?!" Blue hissed "This is the fourth time he has come to "supervise" our dates! I'm tired of always being in the Omega Timeline or at home! He cannot treat you like a child, Dream!" "Look who's talking!" Dream shot back, irritated and embarrassed "Was it or wasn't your brother the one who forbid you from bringing us over to your house, and who forced us to move in together?!" "That's different! At least Papy never spied on our private time!"

"Hey Blue, Stretch is here too!"

Blue and Dream's skulls snapped in unison to the direction Ink was pointing to as they quickly got up, finding a rather tall skeleton hiding in shame behind some trees.

"PAPYRUS, REALLY?!" "STRETCH HI!" Ink yelled, nonplussed "DID YOU AND NIGHTMARE COME HERE TOGETHER OR DID YOU FOLLOW US INDEPENDENTLY?!" Another tree, a few meters away from Stretch's hiding place, rustled in surprise, and a black blur fell from its crown. "[Funk], that hurt!"

At the censorship, Ink narrowed his eyes and, after a couple of seconds, swiflty unsheated Broomie to shoot some purple paint at a third spot. Letting out a small yelp, a chained up Fresh fell down. "Yo brah, unrad!"

The Stars Sanses looked at each other, nodded and each went to deal with their annoyance.

"Papyrus Serif Font!" Blue yelled as he came closer and grabbed Stretch's hoodie, pulling him down to his height "Now we're going home, and you're going to explain to me in EXCRUCIATING detail why and how you thought that spying on your OLDER brother while he's spending time with his PARTNERS was in any way APPROPRIATE OR RESPECTFUL!" "Come on bro-" "DON'T YOU "BRO" ME! Set the coordinates of your watch back home, NOW!" Properly chastized, Stretch looked down and imput the correct data into the portable teleporter on his wrist, sending both him and his brother away.

Dream came closer and closer to Nightmare, who had just managed to get back on his feet. Dream waited patiently for his twin to compose himself again, hands neatly folded in front of himself, and a deceptively calm expression on his face. Nightmare, however, could feel his simmering rage. "I'm very disappointed in you, brother." Nightmare deflated. "I thought you trusted me and respected my decisions and maturity." Nightmare's shoulders drooped. "Clearly, I was wrong." Nightmare's appendages were dragging onto the ground. "Will you open a portal to your castle please? I think we rather need another talk." Wordlessly, Nightmare opened a portal and the twins crossed it.

Ink stared Fresh down. The parasite looked up at the angry Protector, his glasses spelling UH-OH. His smile remained, though there was an edge of nervousness. "Fresh. Why are you here?" "Will ya believe me if I tell ya I waz just passin' by?" Ink raised a brow. "Fresh." The glasses now read FI-NE "I waz... concerned." he said, his tone imitating shame quite convincingly. The fact that he was doing it at all was kinda sweet "Ya be spendin' all dat time wid yo new boyfriendz, ya might all up and forget bout me. I don' want ya to stop be mah friend and stop protectin' me..." It was selfish of Fresh, but that was who he was, so Ink didn't put it against him. "I won't forget you. Just don't do it anymore, okay? Then I'd get mad for real." Ink snapped his finger and the purple chains disappeared. Fresh's grin became a bit less strained and his glasses spelled PH-EW. He got up and put his hands in his pockets. "I promise, brah. Ya know I don' lie to ya. Cya!" He disappeared in a fresh poof, and Ink sighed.

Oh well, time to plan the next date!

@starsanspolyweek