#tomura: im going to fire you

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Tomura: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Toga: I sleep with a knife.

Dabi: Both of you are pathetic.

Tomura: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Dabi: Hawks.

[d1s1ntegrated]

I just read your shigaraki fic with him stealing readers clothes and

First: loved it he’s such a little freak and I love him

Second: part 2? Maybe where reader goes into his rooms well he’s doing his thing with our clothes and gets caught red handed and just pretty much braces down and reader doms him or something I don’t know I just think a part 2 where reader walks in on him doing it would be fun

I’m sorry if this is against any rules you have you can ignore if you want

Im just an idiot 🙃 ok goodbye

shhhhh ur not an idiot and this is hot af so YASS

laundry pile (nsfw)

tomura x fem!reader

tags: stealing clothes, masturbation, stalker behavior, heavy petting, dacryphilia, p/v pen, swearing, degradation, dom/sub dynamic implied, fem reader, hardcore smut, light comfort, sub/switch! tomura, humiliation, oral (m&f rec)

A/N: i'm getting caught up on my asks finally 🫶 so sorry for the weird inactivity i love u all! also this isn't proofread sorry ill prob edit it later lol!

"For fucks sake" you threw your door open in frustration, storming down the hall to Shigaraki's room. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. You didn't really want to ask him of all people, but you were desperate and flustered now.

You knock gently, and before hearing him respond, you turn the handle.

"Hey, Shigaraki, have you seen my-" You open the door of Tomura's room prematurely, the light knocking not alerting him fast enough as he scrambles to yank his covers over him.

"SHIT, fucking, GET THE FUCK OUT," the man's voice heightens in pitch with every word, straining to speak. He's gripping his blanket with four white knuckles, ring finger held above the blue fabric. His hands shake and beads of sweat are flattening his fringe to his forehead, and his breathing even from the doorway looks erratic. It's no mistake, you walked in at the wrong time. Your jaw hangs open slightly at the image of him and begin backing up slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll...well, while I'm here," you start with a sheepish smile, "have you seen my black sweater? The one with the..." Your fingers twiddle around as you describe the well-loved garment, and he groans.

"...No," he wipes his hair from his face, "Go ask the girls."

"Sorry. Yeah, I'll do that." You reach for the door handle with a curt nod, and turn to head out, when something catches your eye. On the floor, next to a pile of used towels and dirty laundry, you notice the familiar lace trim, a delicate pink bow...

You reach for the piece as Tomura shoots up on his bed, still covering himself. "What are you doing??" His voice is anxious, and as you come back up, you hang the fabric delicately between your fingers in front of him.

"Are these my fucking underwear?" With a fire hot enough to burn his room to the ground, you storm closer to him, standing over him now with fierce eyes, able to really take in the sight of him now. His eyes are heavier than usual, his back flexed and his arms tense against his chest as he plasters the sheet against his snowy skin. He looks up at you with a feverish glint, avoiding contact with the skimpy bottoms hanging in front of his face. He shakes his head, unable to speak.

The sheet leaves little to the imagination, as you look him up and down in his bed. You bite back your rage as you notice a strap peeking out from under one of his pillows, and you shove him back and lean over to yank it out from underneath. Your pink bralette, that you could've sworn you lost for good, was now in your hands, waving dangerously close to Tomura. With wide eyes, he gives the equivalent look to a dog who got caught with a slipper. Cowering was a new look for him. As you stare him down, you notice the sheet twitching, an unmistakable silent pleading. Your face, now mere inches above his, sends his heart sprinting out of his body.

If it weren't for your discovery, it would've been almost...charming, to see him like this. Lips pink and puffy, as if they'd been bitten raw, and the remarkable sheen of sweat and lust glazing his scarred face. A heavy breath, halfway to climax and halfway to anxiety attack. You couldn't tell if he was turned on or terrified at this point. Your mind preferred the latter, but somewhere deep inside, you liked the idea of the former.

There was also something already charming about his actions. Your clothes were scattered all around him, around his room. Part of you felt enthralled by the idea of your fearsome leader, your boss, the dangerous villain doing something as depraved and perverted as stealing your clothes. Especially after all of the shit you guys fought about, how many times he told you to fuck off and that he couldn't stand you. It was like an unwritten confession, and it made your heart flutter for a moment. You stood there, thinking about what he was doing to them exactly, with a frivolous process. It didn't take much for your mind to conclude the thought, knowing you just caught him doing precisely what you could have imagined with them. It felt almost elementary to catch him in the act of something so vulgar, and despite your scornful expression, you had to fight the instinctual curling of your lips.

"What else do you have of mine?" You kept your face flat, curiosity driving you further. He shrank down a moment before raising a shaky arm towards his door.

"Close that, please" his brows furrowed as you both looked toward the wide-open door, giving whoever walked by a full view of the situation. You padded towards it and slammed it closed, locking it behind you before re-approaching him with the same fervor as before. You toss the two garments at him and ask him again.

"What else did you steal from me?"

He swallowed and took a deep breath before raising his hand up in defeat, "I'm sorry". His eyes glossed over as he looked away, blinking rapidly. He lifted the pillow behind him and began removing things from the pile of things. Multiple pairs of underwear, two bras, three shirts, a pair of lounge shorts, and a few random socks. Your jaw dropped as he handed them to you, sniffling with embarrassment and disturbance. You shook your head slowly, partially in awe and disbelief. How did he even manage...and why? How long had he been doing it for? Your mind raced as you compiled everything at the edge of his bed. He sat there dejected as you counted everything.

"Fourteen. FOURTEEN things of mine. Just under your pillow. What, why?? Where else do you hide it all? Is this where all my clothes have gone?" Your voice rises in frustration and confusion as he falters.

He shakes his head and quavers, with the smallest voice you've ever heard from him.

"I don't know. I'm sorry". He shows remorse, no doubt. But the movement underneath the thin sheet doesn't help to convince you of his guilt. Some part of him likes the fact he was caught, surely. It's easy to see it, with the faint flush of his complexion.

You lean down more and lift his face with a finger on his chin, directing his eyes to meet yours. You don't say anything, which scares him more than anything. At any point, you could run out of his room, screaming about how he was a freak, or a coward, or a stalker. Even him, your notorious leader, was scared of being exposed so viscerally. You recognize this, his crimson eyes welling with shameful tears as you look into them.

You wanted to be so angry. You wanted to be disgusted, freaked out, and you wanted to hate him. You could let him being murderous slide, but being a loser? It boiled your blood. But you couldn't tear yourself away from his wet gaze, the tears falling heavily now as you gripped his chin between thumb and forefinger. He didn't pull away, either, he just accepted his loss. There were so many reasons why you should hate him.

But you don't, you realize, as you lean in and pull him into a hungry kiss. His lips are rough, but wet with tears as you press yours into them. Maybe it was pity, maybe it's because you know he's pent up and stressed out and most certainly a virgin. It's possible he just needs comfort. Perhaps you're encouraging him, and for all you know, maybe you like that.

You stop yourself from thinking and just let your body move. You push him back, taking his hands away from the iron grip on the sheets and lifting them above his head. He doesn't argue, and complacently loosens his body with a light whimper as you touch him. You climb onto his lap, still pinning his arms down as you snake your tongue into his mouth. He tastes so sweet, so addicting. It was unlike anything you could describe, like apple and spices and sweet mint. You cave in to him, allowing yourself to feel the rush of endorphins swell in your core. Your mind goes blank as you feel his length between your legs, twitching and jumping like an eager animal.

You finally pull away from the kiss, only to bite down his scarred neck and shoulder.

"You're a fucking thief" you say between bites, and he whimpers.

"I know" he shakes as you sink your teeth in. He groans out as you bite down harder at his response.

"You're a fucking freak" you spit. He nods, trembling.

"I'm sorry" he cries out as you sink your canines into him.

"You like that, hm? You like being a sick fuck?" you tighten your grip on his wrists.

His whimpers and moans drive you crazy. You fight the urge to take him all at once, even if it tortures you as well. Your lips curl sadistically as you lick his wounds, tongue grazing over not only the bites, but the torn skin of his neck from his incessant scratching. The faint taste of blood stings in your mouth, the metallic fragrance soaking your senses. You feel your core liquify as tears spill from his eyes, the thick lashes sticking together. He sobs, clenching his jaw.

"Please, I can't take it". His heavy breaths buckle in his chest, and you bring your free hand up to caress his face.

"You're so pretty like this, Tomura" your voice is slick with hunger, a newfound lust from hearing his pathetic noises. He blinks up at you in a daze, his pupils blown wide as you release your grip on his wrists.

"Please" he whispers, and you laugh.

"Please what? You seriously think you're getting rewarded? For being a fucking pervert?"

Tomura bites his lip and shakes his head.

"No, I'm sorry".

It was a sight to behold. Your fearsome leader, now crumbling beneath you, begging to be touched. Pleading for forgiveness, admitting fault with fat tears soaking his cheeks. Everything you swore he would never be capable of, he was doing. And it made you feel so powerful. It was well overdue- someone eventually would've put him in his place- you just never thought it'd be you to do it.

You retreat from his lap, standing swiftly. You watch his face fall a bit, then relight as you slide your top and bottoms off, leaving you standing nearly naked in front of him. His eyes soak in the image of you, his hands clenching. You reach for the sheet and yank it off of him, finally, to expose his naked body completely.

His cock stands proud, already leaking and throbbing as you grab it. He gasps, the air hitching in his chest as your thumb slides down the tip, admiring his length as you squeeze it gently.

"You're such a desperate little bitch," you start demeaning him further, fingers trailing to wrap around his balls. He mewls as you continue, "I always knew you were a pathetic loser".

His cock convulses as you speak, and you lose you patience. You take him in your mouth, pressing your tongue flatly against the thickness. You graze your teeth against the sensitive skin, and he hisses out a string of curses. You speed up, fingers still teasing him with lazy tugs. You reach underneath and press two fingers against the untouched skin, massaging it gently. The action causes him to clench his fists mindlessly against the sheets, and they immediately disintegrate into nothingness. He grumbles out a "Fuck", but is swiftly redirected back to the multitude of sensations below. You laugh, his thick cock still in your mouth, and he throws his head back. He begins mindlessly thrusting into your throat, causing you to choke a bit on the size of him. He spreads his legs open further as you massage the neglected spot, clearly enjoying the newly discovered sensitivity.

Before he can finish, and god is he dangerously close to doing so, you pull off of him. He groans and silently begs for more, but you shake your head and get back on top of him.

"You think I'm doing this for your enjoyment? You owe me, not the other way around." you spew out. "It's my turn, loser."

He doesn't have time to argue it as you slide your underwear off and bring yourself to his face. You speak, knowing his can't respond, enjoying his compliance. "Have you ever done this before? No? Hm..." You chuckle out sinfully as his mouth falls wide, dragging his tongue up your dripping cunt to your clit. "Do a good job, and maybe then I'll let you have more."

He's clearly inexperienced, the way his tongue explores your folds and curves, but he's starving regardless. He presses his tongue deeply into you, moaning at the taste as you grind against his mouth. He gains confidence as he grips your hips with a four-fingered grip, keeping his pinkies as far as anatomically possible from your soft skin. He kneads his slender fingers into the fat of your hips and ass, his nails digging in as his tongue picks up speed. After a minute or two adjusting, he's eating you like a dog, licking and sucking and nipping at everything he can, with a determination previously unseen. It feels unforgettable, the way his teeth graze your clit and his tongue licks at you like you're candy. The poor depraved man laying under you, finally graced with the taste of you he's only ever had in dreams. You tasted much better than the underwear he stole. It felt holy now, so dirty and urgent that it felt like prayer.

You can't avoid the hastily approaching orgasm as he flicks his tongue on the throbbing bundle of nerves. You grind down on his face, coating his mouth and chin with your heat as he sends you over the edge. You drive your hips down, nearly suffocating him, as you clench and shiver on his face. You can feel him panting and smiling and swallowing every drop of your climax thankfully, which sends you even further.

When you finally come crashing down, you pull off of him and slide back down his chest and position him right in front of your needy hole. But you can't give into him just yet. It's his punishment, not reward, to fuck you and please you and make you cum.

He looks positively elated, his pupils still swallowing his ruby irises and his hair tangled around his pretty face. He's smiling, with a tired breath, but he's nowhere near done. He's completely aware of his consequences.

"Good boy, Tomu" you praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, his face still soaked from you. He smiles a bit more, but is still silent as you continue, "I almost forgive you for being such a disgusting slut".

He nods and silently mouths out an "okay". You trail a finger up his jaw and press a kiss to it. But his response isn't enough for you. You want more, you want to press the subject deeper before allowing him to have something so sacred.

"Tell me, pretty freak; why did you steal my clothes?"

He takes a moment to bite his lip, looking away as he responds. "I like to".

Not good enough. "And?" you pry.

"It...feels good. To smell you. And taste you. It feels so good..." he bleats out pitifully, and you can't help but feel a little bit enamored at his answer.

"Yeah? Was it worth it?" You tilt your head slightly, loving his plaintive admissions.

He nods and smiles, "Definitely".

Tomura's slight defiance stirs something inside of you. At the end of the day, he always gets what he wants. And if he wanted to steal your clothes, soil them with a weeks worth of cum, he fucking would. He did. He wasn't an entirely too demanding person, but he was, at his core, determined to have everything he wants. Including you, in every way he can.

You can't wait any longer as you take his length inside of you. You gasp out a bit at the size, feeling it stretch your walls with a burning sensation. He immediately moans out, unable to even slightly quiet down as he feels how wet you are around him.

"You're so fucking tight," he cries, and you clench around him, causing him to spasm a bit. His eyes roll back and he begins thrusting into you from below, the friction driving you crazy. "You feel just like I imagined" he confesses, words heavy with desire.

You grind into him as he thrusts, both rutting against each other fervidly. The tuft of baby blue hair drags a bit against your clit and you can't help as his name spills from your lips like honey.

"Fuck, Tomura, you're so big" you lewdly cry out as he grips you again. His cock slams against your cervix, sliding in and out of your entrance rapidly. His moans and whimpers become intangible, a never-ending slew of crude noises just leaking from his pretty pink lips. You nearly forget being angry, you throw your inhibitions to the side, because it feels far too good to not focus on entirely. The way he whines and keens melts you like the sun.

You both get closer with each frantic thrust. Months of pining and pretending to hate each other paid off well enough, because the feeling of his cock inside of you, plowing you filthily, locked in the satisfaction of meeting him in the first place.

"And I thought you hated my guts" you moan out as he slams into you, folding a bit. He wraps his arms around you and you tuck your head into his neck as he takes complete control from beneath.

"No, I just, fuck, couldn't stand not having this" he breathes out, his hold on you intensifying. "I want you".

His speed shakes your mind, leaving you fuzzy as you reach your final breaking point. He's close behind, his thrusts becoming less coordinated as he moans out your name like a broken record.

"Tomura, I-"

He cuts you off with a whine, "Please, let me cum inside of you". You completely shatter around him, the heat inside of you finally snapping in half as you grind into him mindlessly, the sensation of your orgasm tearing through you like a full moon's tide. You cry and gasp out into his ear, and he decides he can't wait anymore. He spills into you with a howl, twitching and sputtering as he finally fills you up. The pearly strings coat your sore insides, gumming you up. He sinks his teeth down into your neck as he ruts into you, pumping his seed deeper inside as he rides out his orgasm. You feel the suffocating wave of euphoria wash over you, unable to form a coherent thought as he pulls out slowly.

He lolls his head back and keeps you wrapped in his arms, unwilling to release you.

"I'm sorry" he finally speaks. The silence in the room dissipates with his raspy voice, and you nod.

"Do you at least wash them when you're done?" You ask, and he nods back.

"I return them when you aren't there.." he admits.

"Okay" you don't have the energy or even the space inside of you to actually be mad. If anything, you were more upset before cause for the most part, you were missing a lot of your favorite pairs of underwear, and you thought you were losing your mind.

"I promise I'll stop" he whispers into your hair, "I'm sorry".

You shake your head against his chest. "Don't. It gives me an excuse to come back in here and do this again".

His heartbeat speeds a bit as he processes your words. A part of him wants to tell you you don't need an excuse. But the other part of him wants you to keep catching him. The chase, the raw desire, he'd been playing the long game, and you fell right for it. His silly little game he'd been playing worked out perfectly in his favor, and he relished in that fact.

He doesn't respond. You close your eyes on his chest, and he pulls up the other blanket that was unscathed from his torrential grip. He smiles to himself as you slowly fall asleep on him, your breathing slowing. Lying there with you, he finally felt content and full for once, and that scared him. But he laid there still, soaking in the feeling of completing his goal.

But he no longer wanted to play this game. He wanted to win it.

[leahrintarou]

hii i wanted to request like enemies to lovers for dabi x fem!reader when reader is one of the villains in league and she and dabi always hated each other, or more like they love each other but won't admit a shit. and also dabi is always this rude, snarky bitch and then one day they get send together for some mission and he gets injured, like somewhere in the chest and reader has to take care of him and patch him up. and like she decides to be a bitch now and she's like paying him back and she's not gentle at all like she's even rougher than needed just because 😆. but then in the middle of the night when she has to change his bandages she just softens because she's actually worried about him and he kisses her and it's like the first time he feels love in thousands years🥺❤️

✩₊˚.⋆ I HATE YOU - dabi/touya todoroki

CW: swearing, enemies to lovers, dabi being an asshole, y/n is stubborn, they lack communication skills but figure something out in the end lol, mentions of wound stitching, injuries, dabi's daddy issues, quirk usage, a lot of arguing. Word Count: 4.7k Author's Note: hii, sorry for taking so long to write this lol. my schedule was busy as hell. i hope you all enjoy it tho! ty for reading and if you have any requests for me to write, send it in!

"hate."

it was a word that held so much meaning and although y/n wasn't the type to feel it for many things, as she looked at the man standing in her doorframe with a bored expression as she laid in bed, it was all she could feel.

"what do you want touya? im tired." she groaned into her pillow. he rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets. "shigaraki wants us to take care of something for him." he said, making y/n shift to sit up and face him properly. "together?" she questioned. dabi didn't answer and that alone make y/n feel dread in the pit of her stomach. she stood, walking to her door and pushing past dabi to find shigaraki who was sitting in the lobby of their hideout.

"tomura, you seriously sending out touya and i? it's late."

"exactly." he muttered, glancing at y/n as dabi showed up behind her. "given your quirks, i need you two to cause a distraction for me in the city. I've gotta get something from a hero guarded area. it'd be less bothersome if a few of them had to focus a bigger situation."

y/n sighed at that. her ability allowed her to use the quirks others. once she makes physical contact with them, a pill is produced and once ingested, she is able to use their quirk for up to half an hour. "why can't he just do it on his own?"

"because it wont be enough, y/n. just go and don't let you guys' odd relationship fuck anything up."

she glared at shigaraki due to his stern tone and the words he said overall. she didn't speak another words and only walked towards the exit, leaving dabi behind. she began walking off, sighing when dabi caught up next to her.

they walked shoulder to shoulder and y/n reached for his hand to which he pulled away imeedietly. "the fuck is your deal?"

"my deal is that i need your quick. stop bitching."

he gave her a look that almost burned through her being itself. "fine, whatever. just make it quick."

with a swift movement, y/n grabbed his wrist, her fingers just brushing against his skin. she felt the pill form in her palm and quickly swallowed it after placing it on her tongue. for the next thirty minutes, she had full control over dabi's blue flames.

dabi shook off her touch as soon as the transfer was done, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "hope you can handle it."

y/n clenched her fists, feeling the raw power simmering just beneath the surface. "i can handle your little fire tricks just fine."

they continued walking in silence, the tension between them thick, both preparing for the chaos they were about to unleash. the city lights ahead glowed brighter as they approached, a signal that they were nearing their destination. heroes patrolled these streets regularly, and they needed to make their distraction count.

"you take the east side. i’ll take the west. we meet back here once it's done," y/n said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline starting to pump through her veins.

dabi gave her a lazy nod, his eyes scanning the area.  "don’t burn the place down too fast." she said, voice sharp with a stern tone.

“take your own damn advice,” dabi sneered, turning on his heel without another glance, heading toward his side of the city.

y/n scowled at his retreating figure before focusing on her own task. she approached a crowded intersection, raising her hand as the blue flames sparked to life at her fingertips. they burned cold, unnatural, just like dabi’s. with a sharp flick of her wrist, she sent the fire roaring down the street, igniting everything in its path. cars exploded, storefronts erupted into flames, and terrified screams echoed through the night air.

sirens blared almost immediately. she sighed in frustration. this mission wasn’t the problem; it was having to work alongside dabi. she hated the way his flames felt inside her—too raw, too unstable. she could handle it, but the discomfort gnawed at her.

on the other side of the city, she could see dabi causing just as much destruction. his blue flames lit up the night sky, and even from a distance, she could feel their heat. as much as she despised him, she couldn’t deny the sheer force of his quirk. their fires painted the city in an eerie blue glow, chaos unfolding just as shigaraki had planned. every hero in the area would soon be rushing their way.

but despite the destruction, y/n could feel the strain. her body wasn’t built to handle dabi’s flames for too long, and each second was like a slow burn from the inside out. she clenched her teeth, refusing to show any weakness. not in front of him. never in front of him.

as another car exploded in front of her, y/n felt the flames flare uncontrollably for a moment, forcing her to stumble back. she quickly reined them in, but the effort was draining. she could hear the distant thrum of footsteps—heroes were coming, and they needed to keep the distraction going.

without warning, dabi appeared beside her, his usual bored expression replaced by a smirk that only fueled her irritation. "you’re pushing it too hard," he remarked coldly.

"i’m fine," y/n snapped, her voice sharper than intended, though there was a slight tremor beneath it.

he cocked an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "doesn’t look like it. you’re burning out."

"i said i’m fine," she repeated, venom in her tone. she forced the flames to obey her, though her body screamed in protest.

before he could say anything more, the ground around them rumbled. the heat in the air intensified, and y/n’s heart sank as she saw who had arrived—endeavor.

out of all the heroes, of course, it had to be him.

endeavor’s flames blazed brighter than anything y/n had seen, casting long shadows across the wreckage. his eyes locked onto dabi and y/n, sharp with recognition and disgust. “enough,” he barked, his voice deep and commanding. “this ends now.”

dabi’s expression darkened, but the smirk that stretched across his face was nothing short of malicious.

y/n swallowed, the tension between father and son palpable in the air. she could feel dabi’s flames still swirling inside her, unstable and dangerous. they were running out of time. they needed to keep endeavor distracted long enough for shigaraki to finish the mission, but with the fire slipping out of her control, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on.

dabi moved forward, the flames on his body flickering angrily as he faced his father head-on. "you gonna try and stop me? i’d love to see you fail. again."

y/n watched as the two squared off, the heat between them almost unbearable. she could feel the pressure mounting, knowing she had to act fast, but part of her was consumed by the sheer hatred radiating from dabi. it was so intense it was suffocating. he wants this fight, she realized.

but right now, they couldn’t afford it. not with the mission still in play.

"touya, focus," she hissed under her breath, stepping up beside him. "we’re not here for this."

he barely spared her a glance, his jaw clenched. “shut up, y/n. stay out of it.”

y/n glared at him, biting back the retort that bubbled in her throat. as much as she despised him, she wasn’t about to let him throw the entire mission away for some personal grudge.

endeavor’s flames flared even brighter, his voice booming as he addressed dabi directly. "you’re not walking away from this one."

"we’ll see about that," dabi said through a sigh.

before either of them could make a move, y/n raised her hand, sending up a barrier of blue flames between dabi and endeavor. the fire crackled wildly, the heat forcing both men to step back.

“touya, get your shit together,” she snapped, glaring at him. “this isn’t about you and him right now. we’ve got a job to finish.”

dabi’s eyes widened with fury, his body rigid with anger. "are you serious right now? stay out of this, y/n. this has nothing to do with you."

“it has everything to do with me,” she shot back, her voice low. “if you screw this up, we’re both dead.”

“i’m not screwing anything up,” dabi growled, stepping toward her, his flames flaring dangerously. “you think I’m gonna pass up a chance to burn that bastard?” he gestured toward endeavor, who stood on the other side of the wall, watching them closely. "this isn’t just about some stupid distraction. it’s him."

y/n’s hands trembled slightly from the strain of maintaining the flames, but she refused to back down. “you think i care about your daddy issues right now? i’m not dying because you’ve got something to prove.”

dabi’s smirk twisted into a sneer, his voice dripping with venom. "oh, now you’re concerned about dying? cute. you can’t even handle my flames, and you want to play hero? don’t act like you can lecture me."

y/n’s temper flared. "i can handle more than you think, but i’m not stupid enough to throw everything away for some pointless grudge! shigaraki will kill us if you mess this up."

“i don’t care what shigaraki does,” dabi snarled, stepping even closer, his body practically vibrating with heat. “you think I’m afraid of him? of you? you’re out of your league, y/n. stay the hell out of my way.”

---

"touya, lets go!" she shouted. a few long minutes had passed by and both dabi and endeavor suffered injuries. y/n thought that it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, but it wasn’t. there on dabi’s chest was a large gash that spilled blood with every movement he made.

dabi didn’t even flinch, seemingly blinded by his rage. his eyes were locked onto endeavor, and the hatred burned hotter than the flames between them. y/n’s heart pounded in her chest. if they didn’t leave now, it would be too late.

“touya!” she screamed again, but her voice was lost in the roar of the fire and the madness of the fight. dabi was deaf to everything around him. his focus, his obsession with his father, drowned out any reason or sense.

just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. she fumbled for it, hands shaking, and saw a message from

shigaraki: get out of there now. i’m done here.

her stomach dropped. they needed to leave. now.

she looked back at dabi, her gut twisting with panic. there was no way he could handle another attack in his state. endeavor was gearing up for something big—his flames surging brighter and hotter, ready to end this once and for all.

y/n didn’t even think; she reacted. she reached for dabi’s flames still coursing through her and launched herself forward. her body screamed in protest, the quirk tearing through her reserves, but she unleashed a massive wave of blue fire directly at endeavor. it wasn’t just dabi’s quirk she was using—she’d stored another teleportation quirk earlier in the week just in case. with a strained breath, she activated it.

in an instant, the world blurred, and she and dabi were pulled through space, landing back at the league’s hideout.

they collapsed on the floor. y/n's vision swam as the overwhelming strain of using both quirks at once hit her like a truck. every muscle in her body felt like it was on fire.

dabi was up almost immediately, his eyes wild and furious. “what the hell did you do?!” he roared, looming over her, his chest heaving.

y/n didn’t flinch, didn’t even respond. she just sat there, catching her breath, her eyes glazed with exhaustion and a cold, blank expression on her face.

“why the hell would you—” dabi continued, his voice a mix of anger and something else, something more vulnerable. but y/n didn’t care.

she stood, her legs shaking but her face expressionless. she looked him dead in the eye, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with a venomous calm. "hate."

dabi paused, caught off guard by the single word. his eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent.

“it’s what you live for, isn’t it?” she continued, her voice as cold as the flames she had just wielded. “but it’s going to kill you. and you were too blinded to see it.”

the silence between them was suffocating, tension hanging in the air like the weight of all their unresolved fury and pain. dabi’s lips twisted into a bitter sneer, but he didn’t respond. he couldn’t, not with the truth staring him in the face.

y/n finally turned her back to him, her voice distant as she walked away. "i’m tired, touya. i don’t care anymore."

he didn’t respond and that was unlike him. and although she didn't want it to, she turned around to glance at him. he was clutching the wounded area of his chest, the blood coating his hands. y/n stopped in her tracks and watched as he held her gaze with a heavy glare. "what?" he groaned with less heat in his voice.

"nothi-"

"they got you good." shigaraki said as he entered through the front door. dabi remained silent and y/n let out a sigh. "told you this plan was stupid." she muttered. shigaraki shrugged, holding up some sort of vile in a glass tube. "got what i needed though. thanks."

y/n shook her head and walked over to a table in their hideout where a first aid kit remained. "come on, touya." he never said a word despite their previous argument and the heated tension that remained between them and only followed behind y/n. this was surprising to her and even shigaraki. instead of questioning it though, she just decided to let it be, grateful for the silence.

they got to a nearby bathroom in the hideout, and y/n motioned for dabi to sit on the edge of the sink. "take off your shirt," she ordered, her voice flat, though she couldn’t help the slight irritation lacing her tone. dabi raised an eyebrow but said nothing, peeling off his tattered shirt to reveal the nasty gash on his chest. the wound was deep, the blood still seeping through the cracks of his burned skin.

“so fucking reckless” y/n muttered underneath her breath as she grabbed some antiseptic and gauze from the first aid kit. she didn’t wait for a response before starting to clean the wound, her hands rougher than necessary. dabi hissed in pain but didn’t pull away.

“watch it,” he growled, but there was no real heat in his words. his eyes, usually filled with spite or disinterest, softened for a brief moment as he looked at her. something shifted in his expression, like an apology he wasn’t quite ready to say aloud. instead, he settled for his usual sarcasm. "you don’t have to be so damn rough."

"oh, i’m sorry," y/n replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she pressed a little harder than needed on the wound. "is the fireproof bastard too delicate for a little first aid? if you didn’t want to get patched up, you shouldn’t have gone toe-to-toe with endeavor.

"i didn’t ask for your help, did i?"

"no, you didn’t. but here we are," y/n snapped, stitching up the wound with more force than was probably necessary. her fingers worked quickly, efficiently, but there was no gentleness in her touch.

dabi’s breath hitched as she tugged at the stitches. "you’re enjoying this way too much."

“maybe,” y/n replied, not looking up from her work. “or maybe i’m just pissed off because you almost got yourself killed. again.”

the room fell into a tense silence, only broken by dabi’s sharp breaths and the sound of her sewing needle pulling through his skin. but when y/n finally looked up, she caught dabi’s gaze. his eyes were softer now, not filled with the usual defiance. instead, there was something different in them, something almost… regretful.

“what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. "you’re staring."

“nothing,” dabi muttered, but he didn’t look away. his voice, usually laced with sarcasm or anger, was quieter now. he held her gaze for a moment longer. it wasn’t filled with the usual hate or resentment, but something else entirely. it almost looked like an apology, unspoken but there. maybe he realized just how close he’d come to death, and for once, wasn’t pushing her away.

after the final stitch, y/n wrapped the wound tightly, her hands no longer rough but steady. she didn’t say anything for a moment, just focusing on her work, and when she was done, she stood back, her eyes meeting his again. the air between them felt heavy, like there was something unspoken lingering just beneath the surface.

“you’re a reckless idiot,” she muttered, shaking her head, though her voice was softer, the anger dissipating into something more resigned.

dabi’s expression faltered, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his usual sharp retorts gone. "guess i am," he said quietly, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "but you still patched me up, didn’t you?"

y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. "only because i wasn’t going to let you bleed out like an idiot. someone’s gotta keep you alive."

there was a beat of silence before dabi let out a breath, leaning his head back against the wall. “guess i should thank you.”

y/n scoffed. “don’t bother. just… try not to get yourself killed next time.”

dabi’s eyes flickered to hers again, and this time, there was no sarcasm or sneer, just a tired acceptance. “i’ll try.” his tone was surprisingly sincere, catching her off guard. she blinked, taken aback, but instead of saying anything, she just grabbed the bloodied cloths and turned to leave. "get some rest," she muttered, not looking back.

for once, dabi didn’t argue.

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it was the middle of the night, and despite the quiet that had settled over the hideout, y/n couldn’t sleep. no matter how many times she turned over in bed, sleep evaded her. the events from earlier kept playing over in her mind, along with the way dabi had been uncharacteristically silent after she patched him up.

with a frustrated sigh, she finally gave up on resting and pushed herself out of bed. maybe checking on dabi would settle her thoughts. his injuries needed to be looked at again anyway, and the bandages likely needed changing. she grabbed the first aid kit and padded softly down the hall toward his room.

when she got there, the door was slightly ajar. peeking inside, she saw him lying on the bed, his defined back rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. for a moment, she hesitated. dabi was never one to sleep deeply, always waking up at the slightest noise or movement. but his bandages had to be changed, and she didn’t trust him to do it himself.

quietly, she slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. she approached the bed, taking a seat on the edge as carefully as she could to avoid waking him. he was still, his usual guarded expression replaced by something softer in sleep. for a brief second, she allowed herself to just watch him. he always seemed so hardened, so untouchable, but like this... he looked almost human.

gently, y/n reached for the blood-stained bandages wrapped around his chest, her fingers working carefully to undo them. she peeled the old wrappings away, revealing the wound beneath. she grabbed fresh bandages from the kit, preparing to rewrap him, her movements slow and deliberate.

just as she began to wind the bandage around him again, dabi stirred. his eyes snapped open, instantly alert, and his hand shot out to grab her wrist before she could move any further. “what the hell are you doing?” he growled, his voice low and raspy from sleep.

y/n froze, meeting his gaze, her heart skipping a beat. "relax, it’s just me," she said quietly. "im checking to see if your stitches held and I've gotta change your bandages."

he blinked, still groggy but releasing her wrist. his grip loosened, and he leaned back against the pillow, eyes narrowing slightly but without the usual hostility. "im not a child. i can do that myself,” he muttered, though there wasn’t much bite to his words.

"i know, but you looked like you were going to bleed out earlier so forgive me for double-checking." she retorted, continuing to wrap the fresh bandages around his chest. her touch was gentle but firm, and dabi didn’t stop her this time, watching her work in silence.

"always playing the martyr, huh?" he mumbled after a long pause, his voice quieter now. "not a martyr. just realistic. you're reckless and you know it."

dabi was silent as she finished up. he sat up once she was done and watched as she placed the items back into the first aid kit. "why are you up so late anyways?"

"couldn’t sleep." she shrugged. dabi raised a questioning brow and she shrugged. "you expect me to sleep after everything that happened today?"

"causing chaos isn't something that you haven't done before though." he hummed, watching as she compiled all of the used bandage together to throw away. "but watching you almost get yourself killed was."

"you really care that much?"

y/n lowered her eyes at him and shook her head in pure disbelief. "no shit, touya. why would i have teleported us home? stitch up your wound, and even hours later, i come back to check on you. you sound so fucking selfish right now." she stood up, turning to walk away, but dabi reached for her wrist.

he caught it just in time, letting out a small groan from the swift movement. "what the fuck, touya. be careful." she said, placing the first aid kit down and a hand to his back. "im not selfish."

"really?" she deadpanned. "y/n, you've hated me ever since i joined the league. understand me when i get confused on whether or not you actually give a fuck when it comes to me." he ran is palm down his face, trying to fight his exhaustion.

"i can say the same for you." y/n spoke.

"i only return the attitude that's given to me." dabi said, staring at y/n as she tried to read his features but he gave her nothing to work with other than an emotionless expression. "i don't hate you."

"so what do you feel, y/n? you're not making sense."

she stared at him and they held eye contact. y/n let down whatever guards she had up in hopes that dabi can read what she was trying to tell him. he was good at that whether she liked it or not. "say it." he finally said. y/n figured that he got the idea in just mere seconds.

"no." she shook her head with a scoff. "i hate the fact that i feel it for you anyways. I'm not going to speak it into reality."

dabi’s grip on y/n’s wrist loosened as he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly. “you really think not saying it makes a difference? you’ve already given yourself away, y/n.”

y/n’s eyes flashed with irritation. “you don’t get it. saying it makes it real, and i can’t deal with that right now.”

dabi scoffed, leaning back on the bed, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at her. “oh, spare me the drama. you think i don’t know how you feel? you act like you’re the only one here who’s conflicted.”

y/n glared at him, yanking her wrist free. “conflicted? you? you barely even acknowledge when people care about you. you’re reckless with your life, like nothing matters, and you think i’m the one being dramatic?” her voice rose, frustration bubbling over.

dabi sat up straighter, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “don’t pretend like you’ve been so open about your feelings either, y/n. you’ve spent most of your time pushing me away or acting like you couldn’t care less. and now, when it actually matters, you wanna play the martyr?”

her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “i’m not playing anything, touya! you’re impossible to deal with. you push everyone away, you never let anyone in, and now you have the nerve to act like i’m the problem?”

dabi’s expression hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. “you really think you’ve got me all figured out, huh? like you’re the only one who’s allowed to have their guard up? newsflash, y/n, you’re not as mysterious as you think.”

y/n’s frustration boiled over as she crossed her arms and shot him a withering glare. “then what do you want from me, touya? huh? what is it you actually want? because all you ever do is act like nothing gets to you!”

dabi stood up abruptly, towering over her as the tension between them thickened. “you think it’s easy for me to be like this? you think i enjoy pushing people away?” his voice was low, dangerous, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and something else y/n couldn’t quite place.

her heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to back down. “then stop doing it! stop acting like you don’t care about anyone or anything!”

“i care more than you think!” dabi snapped, taking a step closer. “but you—you’re always so busy pretending you don’t want this, like it’s all some burden for you!”

y/n’s pulse quickened, her frustration and confusion mounting. “i never said i didn’t want—”

before she could finish, dabi’s hands shot up to either side of her face, pulling her in roughly. his lips crashed against hers with a sudden, fierce intensity that stole the breath from her lungs. the kiss was aggressive, meant to shut her up, and y/n’s mind went blank as every thought evaporated under the force of it.

her body reacted before she could process what was happening, her hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer even as her heart raced with the shock of it all.

dabi’s lips moved against hers, demanding and relentless, and she found herself kissing him back just as fiercely, pouring all her pent-up anger and frustration into the kiss. it was heated, messy, and full of everything they couldn’t say out loud.

he pulled back for a brief moment, their breaths mingling as he muttered, “you talk too damn much.”

before she could respond, he kissed her again, cutting off any retort she might’ve had. his hands slid from her face to her waist, gripping her tightly as if he couldn’t stand to let her go. the anger between them melted into something else entirely—something raw and consuming.

y/n’s heart hammered in her chest as she kissed him back, her hands finding their way to his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. the argument, the tension, all of it faded into the background as they lost themselves in the intensity of the moment.

when they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. dabi’s grip on her waist remained firm as he stared down at her, his expression softening just slightly.

“maybe i don’t want you to shut up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, “but you make it hard to think.”

y/n’s lips parted, still swollen from the kiss, her breath coming in shallow bursts. “then maybe you should start listening,” she whispered, her voice shaky but steady.

dabi let out a low chuckle, his thumb brushing lightly against her hip. “yeah, maybe.” his voice dropped even lower as he added, “but that doesn’t mean i’m done shutting you up.”

with that, he pulled her back into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense, as if he was determined to make sure she knew exactly how he felt, even if neither of them were ready to say the words just yet.

she pulled back for a breath, her forehead meeting with his shoulder as she closed her eyes.

"i hate you, touya."

"then hate me more."

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[kyo-kris]

Shigaraki Tomura x FTM Reader HEADCANONS

❥ Telling him that you're trans

Fluffy Headcanons.

Pronouns for reader: he/him

♡ You and him were having a chemistry, even if both never would dare to talk about this, and no one from L.o.V (except for Toga. Im sure she would shipp you and Tomura)

♡ Well, but when you noticed that you were liking him, you got nervous. So. Fucking. Nervous. You didn't know that they had a trans member in L.o.V and you were afraid of being just rejected or humiliated because of your gender.

♡ Well, you decided one night to open up to Twice about your gender, you were fucking SHAKING. Ending up discovering the trans member and that nobody gives a damn for what you identify yourself, as long as you are strong and help them, you will be respected.

➥ (If you don't like Twice, just imagine another member or you discovering by yourself that information) (pls who doesn't like him...)

♡ This information just relaxed you so much, and you just felt safe to talk about it to Shigaraki. But now how would you do it was the problem. He was always busy with his plans.

♡ But one day, you found your chance. Only him in living room, the others were outside doing different things. Doesn't matters. You took the advantage and courage (of course the courage of a few months thinking about this).

♡ You wasn't totally surprise because you knew about the member, but you hadn't seem any expression so genuinely like this. People tries to support or show that they support you, or they treat you differently (most time in a bad way). But this pookie? Nah. He was just "ok, and?"

♡ "W-what do you mean with 'ok, and?', you already knew it??" you asked with wide eyes, but at the same time you were so greatful for him not turn this a headache.

♡ "No? I mean, good for you, I'll keep calling you the same way as I always did." He said, same expression as if you just told him that you were going to sleep or something like that.

♡ "Thanks. I always feel like if I don't tell, the person will be mad or feel trapped. It happens more than I wish"

♡ "Trapped? What the fuck. Why would I?" You didn't know if was a rhetorical question or you had to answer it, but you just let a light laugh come out.

♡ "Is that all the reason you wanted to tell me you are trans?" He seemed to notice your nervous face.

♡ "Do you... Do you wanna go out with me sometime?" You felt your cheek burning like a fire "y-you don't have to accept, I was just wondering maybe we.. Uhm could-"

♡ "Yes" He coldly (or softly. You were too nervous to notice) said, turning his head away from your look.

♡ "What?" You heard it right?

♡ "Don't make me repeat myself" You thought maybe he was annoyed or impatient, but it wasn't, he was blushing as hell. And when you noticed, you made your way to tease

♡ "Whoa you're so red. Are you running a fever?" You tried your best to hold back your laugh

♡ "Im changing my mind!" His voice was slightly shaking, and you also noticed that, but decided to keep to yourself. It was just so cute seeing him like this!

♥︎ You could see a short smile on his face. Maybe you didn't need to be nervous at all. Everything went right.

Notes from Kyo ♡: Hello again! Well, my "I wanna feel safe and loved" is here, isn't? Two fluffy posts and the same character XD. Now you can suggest anything on my blog, can be anonymous too, feel free.

Here a list about what I do and what I don't:

[marunalu]

Hawks: AFO has no emotions

Afo in recent chapter: *his face almost cracked due to emotions*

I wonder...why AFO hates All Might so much?

Do you think All Might will deafeat AFO in this fight? What will happen? What are your predictions?

Hawks was wrong so many times in the past, its mind boggling to me why so many people in this fandom still take everything that comes out of his mouth at face value. Just because a hero says something specific about someone else, doesnt mean they are right. Hawks doesnt understand afo. He is not an expert of afos person. Afo already debunked hawks words about him not able to feel human emotions because he has "no heart", long before he even stated them in the first place, in kamino.

The reason why afo showed less emotions back then was because as an adult he has them for the most part under control. The younger afo gets by rewinding himself and also by tomuras hate having an effect on him, the more emotional and reckless he becomes. The emotions afo shows now is who he deep down truly is, the person he is trying to suppress, because he sees it as a weakness. Thats why he is smiling all the time - because only the strongest can always smile. He is a man so full of hate and rage for the world he wants to steal everyones elses happiness, since it was (most likely) taken from him too.

We need to remember in what kind of time afo grew up in, people like him were hunted down and killed, how he lost the only person he loved (in his own messed up way) and IF dfo is true what was taken from him AGAIN. If our theorys are true and afo startet a family on his own accord to finally have some happiness in his life, its no wonder why he reacts to all might the way he does.

We saw hints of his hate and anger towards all might already in kamino, but back then he had it under control. Right now, he is letting everything out. Back in kamino he said: "while I killed your mentor, you took something away from me too. Thats why I want you to die in the most pathetic way possible." Its more or less confirmed that he wasnt talking about his empire here all might destroyed, because he explained to spinner that all might destroying his empire was "just a small lose" for him. Its not the reason why he hates all might so much. So if it has nothing to do with his empire, it has to be something as PERSONAL as killing nana was for all might - taking his most beloved person from him! It was nana for all might, his mother figure. Who is it for afo? Yoichi is dead afterall.

About my predictions: do I think all might will win? No, I dont think so. But I think it will at first look like it and he will give afo one hell of a fight. Do I think all might will die? Im 50:50 on it. Im still not convinced that afo is the villain killing all might in nighteyes vision. Nighteye knew what afo looked like, but even all might thought that if he didnt knew already he would never guessed that this "young man" is afo. So Im unsure how this will turn out. Do I think afo will win here? Yes, but not unscratched and most likely on the verge of death if not alone because of rewind. Will he make it to ua? Im not sure anymore to be honest, but we know he still needs to do something to make the fusion of tomura and his vestige complete and he needs to reach ua for that.

What do I want to happen? I want afo to go all out even more. I want his backstory to explain what the hell happend to this man to make him turn out like that! I want dfo confirmed in this fight out of afos own mouth, raging how all might destroyed his happiness the moment he was ready to leave his villain life behind him. I want him to use fire breath in this battle! Seriously if he uses fire breath I will run, jump and scream around my appartment like a maniac!

[ao3feed-spinaraki]

Arise, Fair Sun

by Smol_the_Almighty

The first war is, to put it lightly, not going great. So when the man who raised you suggests taking over and fighting on your behalf, it's hard to say no. But maybe a change in timing could make you reconsider.

Words: 681, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Smol's Spinaraki Week 2024

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Sensei | All For One, League of Villains (My Hero Academia) mentioned, Gigantomachia (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Midoriya Izuku (mentioned), Bakugou Katsuki (mentioned)

Relationships: Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Spinaraki Week 2024, Spinaraki Week, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, angelic descriptions, is it gay to describe your friend as an angel who's come to save you? im gonna say yes, Spinner Deserves Love, Shigaraki Deserves Love, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko in Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Paranormal Liberation War Arc (My Hero Academia), implied bkdk because of course they are, Getting set on fire, attempted possession, Dorks in Love

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58687057

[doctormomwriter]

Minors Do Not Interact

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Imagine 💙❤️ Smut

Shigaraki x Reader

Tomura Shigaraki has always had a small crush on you, but always controlled it well. You are his ally, his team mate, but most importantly his player 2 for any and all video games. Toga talks you into going to a club and makes you wear some of her clothes which are way too small and way too tight compared to your normal oversized sweaters and jeans. She even cons you into sacrificing your Toms for a pair of heels. Shigaraki sees a few guys flirting with you and goes absolutely feral.

“You going to pick your jaw up off the floor or…” Dabi tapped Shigaraki in the chin as you and Toga walked out of the small apartment flat.

“What are you on about, now?” Shigaraki rolled his eyes and grabbed his shoes. Aggressively slipping them on.

“I’m just saying, I have never seen her look that good before either and uh, I know you have never seen her without a hoodie on so… you gonna make your move?” The boys strolled out the door.

You and wiggled around uncomfortably in Toga’s clothes. One of her black crop tops that stretched around your breasts to the point where Toga even agreed she would never get to wear it again. It matched together with a purple plaid mini skirt. Although for you it felt like a micro shirt.

“You know I didn’t realize that you had so many tattoos.” Toga laughed and linked her arms in yours.

“I don’t normally show my body off, it feels uncomfortable. I think I should go change.” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“You know… you know who hasn’t stopped drooling over you since we left the house.” Toga shrugged her shoulders and leg you into the club.

The music is too shitty to be this loud. You’d rather be at home lounging on the beanbag chair with Shig, playing games and talking shit about everything. Now you’re turning red thinking about him checking you out.

Toga tan off the dance with strangers. Probably eyeing her next victim. This is her way to nonchalantly take a few peoples blood for disguising herself. It was genius though, no one noticed the small needle pricks while liquored up.

You glance at the door as you finally get your first drink. Dabi and Shigaraki walked in, still in their normal garb. Looking slightly threatening, but in a way you’re used to. They we’re going to meet with the Doctor in the back office. Something about an experiment for Shigaraki to get stronger. He never really talked about that to you though. You watched as the crowd of people dispersed from them. Before you could see where they were headed your vision was blocked by a rather large man in a suit. It was pinstriped and he stank of cigar smoke and musk. He had a polite smile, but you were not interested in the least bit. As he handed you a free shot, you smiled and thanked him. Trying to be pleasant, but not overly flirtatious.

Still no sign of the guys. You were on your 5th shot with Mr. Suit Guy and he was probing you for information. Your name, where you’re from, if you’re a natural (your hair color) head. You have fake answers for everything and started to enjoy pretending to be someone else. You turned away when your peripheral vision cause the white of Shigaraki’s hair in the light. As you turned back the guy offered you another shot. Studying the glass for a half second, there sat a fraction of a white pill dissolving into the green liquor. You played dumb. Wanting to see how this played out.

“Can we please go now…what a fucking minute who is that guy with (your villain name)?” Shigaraki cracked his knuckles.

“Some guy who is about to get his ass kicked… eyes are glowing gold. That means trouble..” Dabi was impressed with himself that he had learned the quirks about your quirk.

You took the shot, knowing that that drug would never work in you while you were using your quirk. You had odd abilities compared to your friends in the League. They had outwardly dangerous quirks. Fire, blood, decay… but you were immune to the effects of other quirks. Toga couldn’t use your blood. (She tried, but it made her throw up for a week), Dabi’s fire grazed your skin without even burning your hair. Although, Shigaraki refuses to test his quirk on you, you knew he couldn’t dust you. However, you were basically a voodoo doll. You could inflict unspeakable things on yourself with no long term damage and have it effect another person.

Shigaraki and Dabi watched as he draped his arm around you. You looked (from their perspective) very lucid. He led you to a dark closet area and began to tear at your clothes. It wasn’t until you started laughing that he got aggressive.

“What’s so funny whore?” He growled.

“Oh, just thinking about how I’m going to kill you.” You instantly sobered up as his vision began to blur. “Oh, what’s the matter baby.. are you a light weight?”

The door flung open just as you were cutting into your arm with a knife. You watched as the warm red drained down your arm only to seal up

The man gurgled out a ragged breath as his arm started to flood with blood. Squirting on your torso up to your neck a little He couldn’t even scream from the pain. Lucky guy. Painless death.

“See, I told you she was fine.” Dabi shoved Shigaraki who was still staring a hole through you.

“Oh that note.. I’m gonna go home and shower and uh.. leave the dead guy here.” You all but ran out the door skipping until you remembered the heels on your feet and nearly face planted in the bushes. A strong arm stopping you.

Shigaraki pulled you back up on the side walk. You felt a little nervous when his face looked a little angry. You looked at your feet as you walked to the corner. Pressing the walk signal button. You try to joke about the dead guy but he was visibly ignoring you. It made the whole walk home much longer and your feet were killing you. The door swung open hard, Shigaraki didn’t bother turning on the lights, he kicked his shoes off and walked to the kitchen, grabbed a beer and popped the top off on the counter.

“Want one?” He popped another and handed it to me.

“And he speaks! Wanna tell me why you cared that I killed that guy?” I took a sip.

“I don’t care who you kill, (your name).” He was near finished with his beer.

“You seem upset.” You start pulling on your zip up hoodie when he snatches it off your arm.

“No reason to cover up that perfect body, you had no problem showing it off tonight.” His words cut deep.

“I never go out like this it was Toga’s idea…” he cuts you off.

“I didn’t even know you had a belly button ring or tattoos on your chest and all over” he moved his hands in the air motioning curves. “I didn’t know your skin was so (your skin tone), I didn’t know how soft and how strong you look..” he chugs another beer.

“Shig… I don’t want you to think poorly of me, it was stupid to go out dressed like a party clown, I only agreed because Toga..” he continues his rant once more.

“And everyone just looked at you, all those fucking men, looking at you. The way I look at you when you’re dressed in pajamas for five days straight. When you haven’t brushed your hair. When you haven’t slept. Fuck.. even when you’re covered in blood and ash. They don’t deserve to see you like that.” He was already mid 3rd beer. Still berating you in the most loving way you’ve ever been scolded.

“Shig, let me fucking finish. Toga wanted to give me a makeover so that I could impress YOU, you idiot.” You stormed off to your room with him in hot pursuit.

“You wanted to impress me, huh?” He stuck his foot in the door to stop it from closing. “Then impress me.”

You paused and thought about it for a minute. You whispered okay and shrugged your shoulders before snatching his hand up and placing it on your arm. All five of his fingers down on your skin.

“Impressed?” You smiled so hard your dimple showed.

After the look of shock and terror faded he pulled your into his embrace. Lifting your chin up with a single finger and meeting his lips to yours. The kiss lingered for a few seconds.

“I.. am still covered in that guys blood and my own blood..” you giggled as he kissed your forehead. He slammed the door with his foot and locked it with a echoing small click noise.

“Did I ever tell you about how when I found you a couple years ago… beating the absolute shit out of that b list hero?”

“You mean the so called hero who tried to take advantage of a woman in an alley?”

“Yep. And how I walked up right when he finished punching his face in. And then watched you slit your own throat and laugh as blood poured out of his neck as yours magically closed back up.” The way he bit his lip before pulling you back to his body made you feel intoxicated. “I didn’t think anyone could look as beautiful as you did in that moment…. Until looking at you now.” He completely dusted your clothes and ran his hands down your curves.

You didn’t know he had dreamed of this moment. Touching you, feeling your skin, taking in your scent. The only difference is that in his dreams he couldn’t touch you with every finger, but now you were completely his. The sound he made me when got the devilish grin and dropped to your knees, yanking down his pants and boxes and taking his length into your mouth made your cheeks turn red. You looked up at him with your big (eye color) eyes and sucked like your life depended on it.

“Get on the bed, on your fucking back” he threw you up on the small bed, kissing from your pussy up your stomach to your throat. He grabbed your neck and squeezed just a little, testing your reaction. They way you bit your lip, grinning and rolling your eyes back as your hips grinder against his hard cock drove him crazy. He stroked his cock before pushing inside you. Both of you gasping at the feeling. He moved his hips slowly and you whined when he pulled out for a moment, but he slammed himself back in making you let out a string of curse words.

“Fuck, this is…. Mine now… god you feel so good” his hands moved to your breasts and up to your throat. Your face felt hot as your air flow was cut off. Your lips felt swollen and tingly. It felt like you were choking out a scream of ecstasy when felt the gush of your own climax hit like lightening. “Oh fuck… all that for me..” you gasped when he let your throat go. “Your lips turned a pretty shade of blue..” he pulled you on top of him.

You couldn’t speak yet. Your brain was so fucked out all you could think about was how you to keep this going forever. But you bounced on his cock, with your hands braced on his chest. Moaning his name sweetly.

“Fuck… I’m going to cum”

“Please! I want it, please” You whined. Still keeping your pace. Not changing a damn thing.

“Where you want it, baby… fuck! Tell me now.” He was holding back as long as he could.

“Inside… please fill me..” he cut you off and held your hips down hard. Shoving every inch inside your body and his cock twitched.

You went to move but he begged you to stay on him and you could feel him pulsing inside of you still. Still in a little shock that you’re covered in blood and filled with your best friend’s cum, but it never felt more right.

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[ao3feed-bnha-rarepair]

When Darkness Falls to Light

When Darkness Falls to Light by UntimelyRose

Mina beams at her best friend, her partner in the sky, and the man that she's had feelings for for ages, but would never risk their synchrony in the sky or on land just for some butterflies that seem to never go away.

Good thing a birdie told me she wouldn't have to.

Words: 2015, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ashido Mina, Tokoyami Fumikage, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shindou You, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Ashido Mina/Tokoyami Fumikage

Additional Tags: Im not actually a writer, i dont know what im doing, I dont belong here, moron is bad with tags, flying? Uh dabi fire, threat of injury, actual injury but its honestly not bad like.. the boy can move and shit, Mina is sassy, Tokoyami is softè

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570266

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

When Darkness Falls to Light

When Darkness Falls to Light by UntimelyRose

Mina beams at her best friend, her partner in the sky, and the man that she's had feelings for for ages, but would never risk their synchrony in the sky or on land just for some butterflies that seem to never go away.

Good thing a birdie told me she wouldn't have to.

Words: 2015, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ashido Mina, Tokoyami Fumikage, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shindou You, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Relationships: Ashido Mina/Tokoyami Fumikage

Additional Tags: Im not actually a writer, i dont know what im doing, I dont belong here, moron is bad with tags, flying? Uh dabi fire, threat of injury, actual injury but its honestly not bad like.. the boy can move and shit, Mina is sassy, Tokoyami is softè

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47570266

[luffythinker]

you know what? i too was getting into Overhaul cause i've been watching character videos on him. i plan to write something about him and Shiggy that involves Shiggy learning early on that AFO doesn't really care about him and that conflicts with Overhaul believing he's not supposed to care but he cares cause it reminds him of pops in a messed up way so he wants to help Shiggy. You would not understand the weird scenarios i think about during the day about these two. I don't write very good or well (didnt pay enough attention in that class so my writing skills are more, "a thing is being told" rather then painting a picture with words)

im working towards "forced proximity" cause i think it's funny and it's gonna get them to be friends. i thought up a scenario with my friend where the LOV who is in alliance with the shie hassaikai is trying to do something and they accidently take out/knock out the singer, but the singer looked almost just like Shigaraki with short blue hair, so for a distraction they have shigaraki go on stage and lip sync to her music while they go do whatever it is they have to do.

i quickly wrote it out on my phone so could have the idea to put in a later time in my story i haven't even started yet. I like how everyone always shares their stories with you so i wanna share my cringey mess. i apologize in advance for cringe.

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It was supposed to be a straightforward mission – infiltrate the venue, extract the data, and get out without causing too much of a scene. Leave it to fate to throw a wrench in the works at the worst possible moment.

Shigaraki stood in the dim backstage area, his fingers twitching trying to think of something, anything. "We messed up..." He hissed between his teeth.

"What's the plan?" Spinner wondered out loud peering from where they were concealed backstage at a sold-out concert. The melody of a pop song pounded through the speakers, resonating with the enthusiastic crowd in front. Overhaul mask covering any hint of anxiety that prickled at this development moved the body to a sitting position in a backstage chair. The man shook his gloved hands as if she were something disgusting he'd just touched like raw meat.

Things were about to get interesting in the worse way possible.

Behind them lay the unconscious singer of the night, poor thing was knocked out cold by accident during their chaotic entry. Twice didn't mean to get seen by her, it just kinda happened. Then Dabi knocked her out cold to stop her from screaming and calling security.

She wasn't dead though..what a shame.

Ironically enough, she bore an uncanny resemblance to Tomura: same skeletal cheekbones, ghostly pale skin, and eerily similar blue hair. Overhaul had pointed that out when he saw her face. Nothing like in the pictures they saw on their way in here.

Tomura skin itched differently then normal. The fact he watched him close enough to see his bone structure was creepy as heck but he didn't add anything to that conversation.

Dabi glanced up from where he was rigging a ridiculously huge computer system. "Hey, i think we could have the show go on while we get in and out." The screen lit up his features almost like his fire but duller and white. He brought up one of the singers pop songs from the album list. "You might not like my idea though boss." There was a chuckle in his voice.

Toga's eyes lit up mischievously as she realized what was happening. What he said just now. She looked towards Tomura singling him out.

"OH!" She gasped in delight. "You look just like her!" she repeated Overhaul's earlier statement. "We can use you as a distraction while we do our thing!"

Tomura's blinked his red eyes before glaring at her. "I'm not parading around like some idiot!"

"Whaaaatt? How come?" She put her finger to her chin. "All you have to do is shake your hips a little and pretend to sing! It's not like you'll be doing much. Normally performers play their music behind them and never really sing these days.." She spoke as if she knew more about this subject like it bothered her on some level that they were phony's.

"The only thing i'm gonna shake is your neck with my hands. I'm not doing this!"

Himiko flailed her arms poking her lip out as Tomura. before she could get started on her tantrum- "I mean.." Chronostasis started stepping beside Overhaul. "that's not a terrible idea."

"YOU ONLY THINK THAT CAUSE ITS NOT YOU!" Tomura protested.

"Well whatever you do we gotta do it now." Dabi said bringing up a playlist. "If your gonna do it i would think you should listen to whichever song so they can at least half-believe this class act." The firey man was smirking, bet he thought this was soooo funny..

All of them idiots for this...

Twice approached him his features on his mask squinting and un-squinting. “I'd do it if i could!” he said before switching personalities, adding cheerfully out of place. "But my clones would probably not work very well."

That is..understandably bad news.

Toga giggled behind her hand. "Well, Tomura," she teased playfully, "looks like you get to be a star tonight!"

There was no way out was there? At least not one he could see that wasn't this atrocity. Distract the crowd and buy them some time.

"i hate you." he grumbled under his breath. Tomura was dragged by the arm with Toga to get fitted for the mission. She pulled some outfit she had dug up from backstage racks—ridges glittering under layers of sequins. "What do you think?"

Tomura cringed. "I think im gonna throw up."

Seconds later, Toga had Tomura looking somewhat like the singer if you didn't look very close nobody could tell.

"We couldn't risk the crowd seeing how ugly and spindly your physic is so i did the best i could." She smiled like she'd done something good.

Tomura stood under glaring spotlights facing an amped-up audience urgently waiting for their idol. A quick nod and Spinner triggered the playback Dabi was commanding for a short time. Tomura came toward the edge of the stage while pulling the outfit. It was flashy and ugly to him. White long pants with gray stripe going down the side. a White top that didn't cover all his mid section but a jacket that covered most of his back. White combat boots. As music poured out over deafening speakers echoing resonant beats through massive stadium walls he resumed center stage, he nauseously waved to the crowd first couple seconds of the song starting up. He lip-synced to semi-familiar lyrics gritting teeth behind feigned smile.

Overhaul was going to keep watch with Spinner to make sure this went off without a hitch. Proceeding with the mission while Twice, Dabi, Chronostasis, and Himiko prepared themselves for what they had to do. Chronostasis was visibly tense; however, he had to have some form of faith in this plan.

While watching Tomura from behind a speaker Overhaul got tangled and tripped over some cords that the original crew probably carelessly thrown on the floor beside the stage and fell into the spotlight where Shigaraki was pretending to sing. Tomura watched him look out at the large crowd catching his footing and removing the wires. OH NO... He stepped forward, trying to be calm picking up the live microphone like he was a guest singer and that was planned intro. This was a on the fly move, as the opening notes of a popular song began to play, he signaled for Tomura to pretend-sing with his head.

"What are you doing?" He hissed under his breath as they walked out under the bright lights.

The man whispered back likely mad with himself for getting himself in this situation. "I tripped, but i can't back out now they'll suspect us! so I'm singing."

Tomura squinted. "There's no male parts in this song!"

"I'll sing myself."

Tomura couldn't believe it when he heard the man sing, he didn't know he could sing. Music played through the speakers as Overhaul continued singing into the microphone with surprising vocals. His voice resonated throughout the packed venue while astonishment spread among the audience.

Chronostasis’s mouth fell open in disbelief backstage while Himiko clutched her stomach trying to stifle her laughter. Tomura grumbled angrily but took position next to Overhaul anyway. He feigned enthusiasm and started lip-syncing awkwardly to lyrics he didn't really know. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to hide as he moved stiffly across the stage amidst sparkling spotlights and elaborate dance routines meant for someone else—someone graceful and talented—definitely not him.

At some point Overhaul attempted to step away from center stage during an instrumental interlude with seamless choreographed movements—Tomura grabbed hold tightly onto his arm shouting quietly over roaring music & dazzling lights— "If i have to do this i'm not doing it alone!" Pulling the man back towards the center with him. Absolutely not, there will be no getting out of this that easy his brow came towards his nose.

The mission was already gone sideways, and now it was descending deeper. Tomura continued to begrudgingly lip-synced to the peppy pop song. The crowd, thankfully unaware of the true nature of their 'entertainment,' cheered enthusiastically, blissfully ignorant of the true identities of their performers.

Overhaul momentarily stunned the audience into silence before they erupted into even louder cheers. Overhaul's deep, melodic voice was a stark contrast to the original singers voice and Tomura's half-hearted attempt at mimicking the singer's airy, poppy style.

Backstage, the rest of the League plus Chrono scrambled to keep up with the evolving situation. Some of the bodyguards noticed the singer not being herself and went backstage, they had to fight them off. They had a lot of heavy hitting quirks and blocking quirks which made it even worse. Himiko threw some knifes that were hooked to a new gear she got so they could be reeled back in while Dabi jump kicked a large guy in his face before shooting a string of flames in his face.

Twice dog piled a guy with multiples of himself while Chrono hid behind something until the coast was clear. He'd like them to not know they were all here choosing the stealthy way in.

After knocking them all out the giddily of them Toga, doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down her face as she watched Tomura from a backstage screen. You could see the camara moving all over the place with those two awkwardly attempting to dance to the music.

Dabi was barely containing his amusement, cued up the next song on the playlist. "Just give us a littttle more time boss."

"We need to move now," Chronostasis urged coming out from behind wherever. "This way."

Nodding, Dabi signaled to Twice and Toga. "Alright, you two, follow the plan. Get to the server room while clockwork extracts the data. We'll secure the exit."

As they moved into position, Spinner kept watch from the otherside of the stage entrance opposite of where Overhaul tripped. His eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble. He noticed missing guards already he only could hope Dabi was doing something about it. Overhaul's slip-up had inadvertently given them more time, but it also increased the risk of exposure. They had to be quick.

On stage, Overhaul continued his impromptu performance, his voice steady and confident as he sang the next verse. Tomura's movements were still stiff and awkward. The crowd seemed to love it, cheering louder with each passing moment unable to tell he wasn't their little pop star.

In the back of his mind, he wondered why he was even doing this. This was supposed to be a straightforward mission—get in, get the data, and get out without causing a scene. Instead, he was stuck playing pop star, the spotlight burning into his pale skin as he tried to keep up with Overhaul's unexpectedly competent performance.

"Just a little longer," he muttered to himself, glaring at the enthusiastic crowd. "Just a little longer, and this nightmare will be over."

As the song neared its end, He and Overhaul exchanged a quick glance. They had to keep the act going just a bit longer, until the rest of their team could complete the mission.

With the final notes of the first song ringing out, Tomura managed to play off teen-girl attitude, bouncing on his feet and clapping at it's ending. Red eyes scan the crowd for any signs of trouble. The applause was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos brewing backstage.

The lights dimmed momentarily for the next set.

"Just keep them distracted. The others should be done soon." Overhaul said in a low voice.

As the next song started, Tomura took a deep breath, steeling himself for the next round of humiliation. He only hoped their efforts would pay off, and they'd be able to complete the mission without further embarrassment.

For now, all they could do was continue the charade and hope for the best.

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idk how to make a like boarder so i just used heart emojis cause this was silly, they are all so silly i love them AHH, i don't know what they are even coming here for but the idea is there

Okay, first of all, love that we're all synchronized and in an Overhaul mood apparently?? I adore forced proximity it always hits so goodkjdfkjdfkjdf

And I think you are selling yourself too short, the writing in this was really good?? I think your writing style fits these characters quite well, cause if it was too flowery or poetical I don't think it would match their vibes, you know? I could imagine everything quite clearly in this

BUT TO THE PARTJKDFKJFDK IT WAS SOO GOOD????

Tomura cringed. "I think im gonna throw up." HE IS JUST SO REALKJFDKLFDKJKKJF i love him so much

And i love the idea of them having to sing in front of each other. Also, i don't know if you meant his voice is deep as in a baritone voice or just regular deep, but I'm gonna assume the first and say that it would be really nice to imagine him singing in a deep breathy type of voice (like Taehyung/V - Love me again)!! For Shigaraki it's hard for me to imagine him singing, but my first thought was to associate him with Felix from SKZ, but not his very very deep voice when he raps, the soft-deep when he sang coldplay or break my heart. ANYWAY THIS WAS NOT TO BE A VOICE ANALYSIS JKDFDFKDFK

But yeah i really enjoyed this and would love to read the full thing when you're done <33333

[mikithewooloo]

OK im going to headcanon all the villains sexualities in mha so buckle up lovelies:

Shigaraki Tomura:

Honestly i think he's asexual and aromantic, for some reason it just makes more sense to me than spinneraki (unrequited love buddy) and shigadabi (that i find funny). He just really loves his friends 😊, hates tv shows or media that potrays romance as the only way in life to be happy: "you can just kill people :D"

Touya Todoroki:

Ok from his sad backstory we got that before the fire he was 12-ish, and i think he only cared about hero stuff and that asshole of his father, conclusion: i dont think he got crushes. THEN he wakes up after a fucking coma of (i dont remember) years so he's 16 or so. This kid had his entire life to sort so he obviously he didnt have time for love. Giran probaby made sex jokes or something and he wouldnt understand!!! Cause he didnt have the time to understand that!!! He doesnt know where children come from!!! Obviously not straight tho, have you seen how he dresses?

Himiko Toga:

I think it's canon that she's bisexual, and what a gal! Love how her taste in woman is impeccable but she has a serial killer fanfiction saved on her phone. A true bisexual 😌 (if there's supernatural in the mha universe she's a fan. Or hannibal)

Shuichi Iguchi:

My love ❤. Thought he was straight but then deika happened. We saw the panel. Now Toga teaches him how to cuff his jeans correctly! Has an enormous crush on shig obviously, but i don't think it will work out 😔 sorry bud. OH also he's demiromantic

Magne:

BIG SIS MAGNE 🥰 i think this lady is straight. She likes strong silent man 🤤, honestly Tora would have been her type.... she watches a LOT of romances with Toga and gushes about the heartwarming love stories

Sako Atsuhiro:

Mmm this is a though one for me, but he's not straight. At all. Maybe he likes women? He doesnt? What a mystery! I will get an answer when horikoshi will show him again? Who knows 🤷‍♀️ (but seriously hori hurry up i miss him)

Kurogiri:

Before his smokefication he looked like a pansexual to me. Now i just want him to interact with his boyfriend Mr. Compress 😌 or his old polycule

Overhaul:

Aromantic/asexual, hates all his simps with passion, hes super mega friends with Cronostasys and loves him very much

Re destro:

.... good fucking question. He looks straight to me but everytime that i see him shipped with a man (so everytime) it feels right. Gay homophobic then

[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter Three - A New Normal

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love

A/N: Almost caught up with posting these chapters on Tumblr! Chapter 4 is all that's left and then a NEW chapter should be up on either Monday or Tuesday :)

Read Full Chapter on AO3

[EXCERPT]

It was quiet here. Peaceful. She knew that there were things going on around her — the coach blowing her whistle, the boys practicing their flip turns on the other side of the pool, the girls around her doing their blowouts too. But they all felt far away down here.

Everywhere else in the world, she felt like she was drowning. And yet when she sank to the bottom of the pool her mind was blank, content. Submerged seemed to be the only place where she could truly breathe.

There’d only been one other time and place she felt like this.

“Come on, I want my little slut to come, I want to see you come so bad.”

Her feet hit the bottom of the pool, hit the earth. That’s right. She couldn’t stay down here. She had to go back to the world, to the noise.

She buckled her knees and pushed herself back up towards the surface.

Shithead

— Yesterday • 11:09 AM —

[hey]

[come ovr]

[i kno i hav the rite #]

[u need to come ovr]

[When?]

[2day]

[aftr school]

[not happening]

[Missed Call]

[Missed Call]

[I have cram school, asshole]

[b4]

[Swim]

[fuckn figure it out]

[its been a week]

[u need 2 come ovr]

— 3:31PM —

[snd pix]

[wen ur out of swim]

[take them in the lockr room]

— 3:54PM —

[did u see this]

[snd pix]

[its the least you can do 4 making me wait so long]

[im not fuckn kidding]

— 4:29 PM —

[Missed Call]

[Missed Call]

[Missed Call]

— 5:11 PM —

[u hav 2 fuckn min 2 respond i s2g]

[Calm the fuck down]

[I just got out of practice]

[im omw]

[fuck]

Shithead is typing…

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[shig-a-shig-ah]

quintessential question: can catboy tomura transform into an actual kitty? coz im havin a scenario in my mind where its like: you in a rocking chair, compfy in front of the fire pit while its snowing and storming outside, possibly doin some knitting or sumn else calming, while tomura is a cozy little fluffball purring ever so gently sleepin in your lap n maybe makin buisquits

Hmmm. Tbh anon I had never thought about it but this is adorable so I am going to say yes, because it's my fantasy world and I get what I want.

The biscuits thing is so cute too because I like that when he's in cat form the feline instincts take over extra hard, and he's not always super aware of what he's doing? So he's content kneading away at your lap without even realizing it and then you tell him about it later and he's just like '😳 WHAT??'

[gabba-gool-cool]

Bath Time

Shigaraki x Fem!Bunny!Reader

I see so many shigaraki x bunny quirk reader fics and I love them so much so I wanted to take a wack at it. Enjoy!

Warnings: a little bit of angst from Shiggy, but the rest is completely fluff :)

Laying back on Shigaraki’s bed, it was amazingly comfortable. It was probably about a queen size, you would guess, and it had a very puffy, grey striped comforter. It smelled like him, a lovely, soft lavendar. He always smelt like lavendar to you, you were always gifting him lavendar scented things to wear and try out, luckily, it just stuck with him over the years. The smell of lavendar was always comforting to you, but now it’s even better because it was the smell of him.

You took a deep breath in and filled your lungs, and then breathed out. You couldn’t help the smile that came to your lips as you heard the bedroom door swing open, you turn your head to see Shigaraki standing in the doorway. You felt your long ears perk up in excitement.

He smiles brightly in the doorway, “Bunny...” he opens his arms as you spring off the bed and into his arms, he wraps around you tightly. Your small fluffy tail twitching slightly, buzzing with excitement that he was home, safe.

“I missed you so much.” He huffs into your shoulder, you squeeze him back, “I missed you too, sweetheart.” His heart flutters at your nickname for him.

You slowly pull away from him and slide your hands down his arms and to his hands, which you take to your lips, and kiss them gently. His eyes go soft, they are so full of adoration for his you, “C’mon, let’s take a bath. Then you can tell be absolute everything.”

Whenver he came home from a mission, you loved to help take care of him and pamper him. Otherwise, you knew he would just sit in his own mess, both emotionally and physically. So, the routine after long missions like this usually started with a nice bubble bath, to wash all the stress away.

He looks exhausted, his hair is a mess and is very dirty, he obviously hasn’t been able to take care of himself at all in the past week that he has been gone. His clothes are completely disheveled and torn. It has been a long week for the two of you. Him, on a mission, and you at home, praying to whatever was out there that he would be okay.

You lead him to the bathroom and slowly strip him of his clothes, the bath filling with warm water and bubbles as you do so. You know his muscles are sore so you gently guide him into the bath. After that, you reach for the lavendar oils you bought online and the lavendar sugar scrub you made yourself. You pour the oils into the water and gently start rubbing the sugar scrub into his skin. He looks so relieved as you do so.

“You look completely beat sweetheart, what happened?” You ask in a calm, gentle voice.

He hums and closes his eyes, “We were set to grab some files from Endeavor’s agency, but we got caught. Dabi decided it was a good idea to fuck with the hero and burn some shit for fun, setting off the fucking fire alarms, causing us to not only lose the files, but also get beaten the fuck out of. We barely got out.” He takes a deep breath, “He can be so fucking stupid sometimes, I don’t know what’s up with him. I wonder if he has some beef with Endeavor? Either way, I don’t care, I’m just glad we got out of there.” His muscles were so tense, his face was contorted into so much frustration.

You filled a cup with the warm bath water and gently let it wet and rinse his hair. As the water dipped down, you could see the stress slowly release from his shoulders and his angry expression.

He turns and looks at you, softening his face, “I’m just happy I got to see you again.”

Your heart swells at his words, “I’m so glad you are home.” You lean forward and kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes and hums, turning back to facing the rest of the bathtub.

You love the fact that you get to see this side of him, he dosent show his part of himself to anyone else. It took a long time for him to trust you, to let you take care of him, to let you love him, but once he did? He has become complete putty in your hands, just as you are putty in his.

You pour some shampoo into your hands and softly massage it into his scalp. Soft moans escape his lips and you smile. He is absolutely gorgeous, his hair is so soft and curly once it gets wet, his sharp nose and soft eyes, he was so beautiful. You loved him so much, more than he could ever imagine.

Once you finish shampooing his hair, you stand up. He snaps open his eyes and shifts his focus to you, “Where are you going?” His voice with a saddened lilt to it.

You cup his face, “Sweetheart, I’m just gonna throw a towel into the dryer for when you get out. I’ll be back in a minute, I promise.”

You softly kiss his lips, he smiles, “Okay... promise to be back soon?”

You smile as you walk away, “I promise.”

Shigaraki sunk into the bath water, the bubbles on top of the water lightly tickling his nose. He felt so warm, he felt so loved. You were his whole world, you always cared for him, more than anyone ever has. He lives for your gentle touches and sweet kisses. God, you were absolutely perfect...

His eyes furrowed, ‘Do I deserve this? Do I deserve... her?’ His chest hurt at the thought. You were so good to him, always cleaning after him, taking care of him, checking in on him, you loved him... He had never felt this way before, he felt so content with you, he felt... complete.

“Tomura? Sweet pea? Are you okay?” Shigaraki looked up as you gently wiped tears away from his face.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay, bunny, I promise.” He croaked.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. He often dosent like talking about his emotions, but whenever he does, you are always there to listen. Just another reason why he absolutely adores you.

You cupped his face again, slightly squishing his cheeks, “I-I just feel like... I feel like I don’t... I don’t deserve you...?” Tears begin to freely flow down his face again.

“Oh, baby, what do you mean?” Your eyes were heavy with concern, where did this come from? Is he okay? You swear, if someone said something to him you were gonna-

“You’re so good to me... and... I’m... im not good, y’know? I have hurt so many people. Just for fun or just because I wanted to, because I thought it was okay. So... why... h-how did I end up with you in my life?”

“Tomura-“

“I’m not done.” His eyebrows furrowed even deeper, “Bunny, you are so, so good to me, you are just... good? A-and I’m... I’m...” his lips begin to quiver as he leans into your hands.

“No, no, no, no, baby, sweetheart...” you shush him gently as you pull him into your chest.

“Baby, you deserve so much love, and care... you deserve love, sweetheart.” He gently smiles and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm down, just like you taught him to.

After a moment, he takes another deep breath and pulls away from you, “Bunny?” He looks at you with the sweetest eyes you have ever seen.

“Yes?” You smile back.

“...Thank you for loving me.”

[sunaswife]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

[violetarks]

I hope you write for villains? How do you think Shiggy and Dabi would react if the reader mistook them for trick or treaters in Halloween costumes instead of villains?

mistaking them for trick or treaters

anime: my hero academia

characters: dabi, shigaraki tomura

summary: you don't watch the news that often and they turn up at your doorstep on halloween.

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov

↣ dabi:

He most definitely hates it when someone even mentions how his skin looks

even if its just a question, he'll want to set you on fire

One time toga asked about it and he burned her knife

Another time twice called him 'patches' and he had to get his mask sown together again

So it was obvious that he hated people talking about his appearance

But something happened

During one mission that just so happened to be on halloween day, kurogiri explains how they were setting up camp at an apartment complex

One certain apartment would be where they meet up after each section of the mission, or if they needed to rush out quickly

Dabi wasnt listening to the plan at all, just thinking about random shit

He clueless as to where they were meant to meet up

He was separated from toga and twice (he loved it) and had to retreat to the set up camp

But he only remembered that the apartment had was apartment sixteen something

So he had no clue what floor it was on

He ended up just going for 16E

The door was decorated a little jack-o-lantern sticker near te doorknob and spider webs hanging from the top of the doorway

He was amused

Maybe it was mr compress' idea

Or maybe toga's

Although he thought it wasn't needed because the other doors didn't have them, except for maybe two on this floor

He knocked three times then waited and then twice

That was the code, and they'd wait around three seconds to be sure it was one of the League of Villains

You swung open the door right away, holding a bowl of candy with a bright smile on your face

It immediately fell

not because of how he looked but because he was just... so tall

You expected little kids to be in front of you, like the rest of the halloween night

"aren't you a lil' old to be trick or treating?" you joked, hand on your hip

He raised a brow at you

His was definitely not the right apartment

But he couldn't be suspicious

So he retorts, "never got to as a kid, thought i'd start now"

And the way you laugh is so cute

He's just staring at you

And then you say, "i can offer you some beer or something, you look like you want to die out here."

"you offering booze to a trick or treater?"

"you're probably older than 18, so yeah" you retort, scanning him up and down, "and you dont have a little candy bag with you, soooo"

He just smirks at you and nods his head

You go off and grab a beer from your fridge and come back, handing it to him

"nice costume, by the way." you state, leaning against the doorway, "puts some of these other kids' ones to shame."

Dabi smirks

For the first time he doesnt want to roast someone for commenting on his appearance

Maybe its because you thought he was just some average guy

Or maybe because you weren't scared by the fact that he is some guy trick or treating

He takes a sip of the beer before asking, "can i get the name of this one? Kinda down since im low on candy tonight"

You chuckle, grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling down the name of the booze and your number right under it

He seemed like a pretty cool guy

"here." you give him the paper, "get me some too if you have the time"

He glances at the paper before saying back, "sure thing"

As if on cue, toga comes running out of the elevator towards him

"dabi!! Mr big man is waiting for us!!" she calls, skipping over to him

She notices you and then gasps, "ohhhh is this why you're so busyy??"

Dabi hits her upside the head "shut up, freak"

You smile at their antics before leaning off of the doorway "i'll let you go now, Dabi"

He glances at you before walking away, waving the piece if paper in the air "i know a good bar we could go to"

↣ shigaraki tomura:

You will be dissolved before you get to the punchline

Dabi, who had NO ROOM to talk, said Shigaraki looked like an old grandma with his dry skin and kurogiri had to hold this mf back

So shigaraki is also annoyed with people who talk about his skin, but then again only kurogiri is worried

Kurogiri the Babysitter

Anywayyyyss

Shigaraki is currently just walking around because of some shit that toga and dabi said to him

It doesnt really matter

"why is this guy the face of all of us?"

"he looks like he's sundried"

"if i looked like him i'd wear a mask"

"hey compress do you have a spare on on you? No? Damn it"

"the fuck you mean im making him mad? He's always mad. Wait, where's he going?"

So he has his hoodie up on his head (because he's a wanted criminal) and just walking around

Kurogiri set up camp at some random house that one of his contacts lent to him and it just so happens that kids are trick or treating in this neighbourhood

They have a mission in that part of town that will drag in the attention of many pro heroes

Mr compress was on candy duty since he has a cool costume and has the least scariest voice out of all of them

Plus he does magic tricks with the candies and kids will think he's pretty chill and aren't suspicious of him

So he just walks up to the house he's pretty is their one and knocks on it.

Then you open the door

And he's fucking conFUSED

" who the hell are you?"

"you're the one knocking on my door."

He just squints at her for a while

But you give him a once over before humming, "nice make-up, though, looks pretty cool"

You shrug your shoulders as if youre not just talking to someone who breaks laws for a living

Shigaraki is so close to decaying his hoodie because of what you said

"pretty cool, huh?" he says tilting his head as he glares at you with his red eyes, "not many people would agree."

You only laugh back, shrugging your shoulders and putting the bowl of candy you have with in your hands on the table beside you, "well, a lotta' people would say trick or treating is for kids. But here you are."

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head

He cant believe you dont recognise him

He knows his face isnt on the news for secrecy, but with witness reports he wouldve thought people could take a hint

But he doesnt wanna tell you who he is because he'll scare you away

He might be pissed that you believe he's some trick or treater who's here for some freaking candy, but you seem nice

Villains need a little niceness in their lives to keep their sanity

Maybe you could be his niceness

"so, you live around here, mister?" you ask nonchalantly, "i dont think someone like you would come so far for candy, yknow?"

He looks around and sees a few houses down that mr compress in making a piece of candy fall from the sky (he threw a marble up and make it expand)

Shigaraki looks back at you, "im just staying with my friends for a bit, a few houses down the street."

You look where he's pointing and see a man in a nice dress suit and a mask with a top hat waving at some kids

You nod her head, "ohhhhh ok, i was gonna say that ive never seen you here before, i suppose you're just getting to know your temporary neighbours."

He nods his head, not really paying attention to what you were saying. More your voice

"well, if you need anything, dont hesitate to ask me." you grab a note pad and write your number on it, "i know this town like the back of my hand."

He perks up a little.

That could be useful

Maybe he could ask kurogiri if thatd be good for the plan

Hed be the one to talk to you anyway

"right," he says back, grabbing the paper with two fingers, "ill be sure to call"

You smile as he begins to walk off

When he makes it 'home', mr compress asks about the nice person he was with

Shigaraki says he has no idea what compress is talking about

But he plays with the paper in his hand