#tomura gets kissed and all thoughts of his plans fall clean out of his head

[deadboyswalking]

My favorite pre-Kamino shigadabi trope is dabi quickly becoming a distraction that tomura is absolutely not supposed to have.

#hiding from sensei and making out in camera blind spots #going on 'intel missions' together as an excuse to fuck where kurogiri can't stumble upon them #literally everyone knows except afo who strongly dislikes dabi for allegedly unrelated reasons 👀 #tomura gets kissed and all thoughts of his plans fall clean out of his head

[lavenderwhore444]

House Trained

a collab with @reallyshey 💗

shigaraki x dabi x reader

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CW: nsfw duh 🙄 piss 🥰 vaginal sex anal sex unprotected sex, cat hybrid Shigaraki, darker tags under the cut...beware

PSA: I was NOT a part of the shit or vomit, so do NOT request that pls 🥰 it's pretty obvious I didn't write it cause it's so good I could never write that well 🥲, blood, pain anal, spikey dick hehe 😼 punishment (locked in a cage) umm all done? slight dubcon…???Coercion...????

The concept of human and animal mixing themselves wasn’t something new but science made that too close to reality. Now a hybrid was the common pet for many- the perfect balance for those who wanted children but simply weren’t equipped with the time or the money. Those cute angelic human faces, with ears poking out from-

And Tomura had squatted and was pissing on the couch. Y/N couldn’t help but rub her eyebrow in frustration. It was like she had just cleaned that yesterday! At this rate, she may as well throw out the couch. And she loved her little kitty, of course! But it was getting ridiculous.

It was like taking care of a child who'd never been potty trained. She couldn't put him in diapers either. He’d be humiliated and pissed off at her for god knows how long. So she had to take him to the bathroom about once every two hours. Sometimes he’d make a fuss and pee on the bath mat on purpose, but other times, he was compliant. She found that pushing on his bladder a little helped when he was feeling stubborn.

It hadn’t always been so routine, though. At first, he was mortified at the prospects of Y/N watching him pee. It's gross! She wasn’t supposed to see him do that! In hindsight, maybe getting him so comfortable with that was a mistake. He was brave enough to go in front of her no matter where. She should have just locked Tomura in the bathroom and listened to him to make sure he went but no.

Of course, she had to baby him. He would rub up against her leg all day, purring. He’d lay beside her at night and beg for praise, and she couldn't deny him because he's just oh so cute. Things really took a turn when he started calling her mommy. That definitely flipped a switch for her. Y/N was so easily manipulated by him, and neither of them realized. Shigaraki thought he just had the perfect mommy, and Y/N just thought she had the perfect baby boy.

She loved her cute cat hybrid, but he even had some funny habits. For example, he was still a young cat- about twenty-two-ish in human years. But even so, she’d never bothered to get him spayed. It hurt her feelings to even think about it. She tried talking to him about it, but he only cried and cried and cried until she promised him she wouldn’t.

And even then, her little baby wasn’t aggressive. The worst-case scenario was this- his spaying and genuine accidents. He took out his sexual desires on her pillow, humping it, kneading it, and biting down on it. His tail twitched in a specific way Y/N had learned to recognize whenever it was obvious he was getting aroused, whether from her belly rubs or simply the passing of time.

He was strictly an indoor hybrid too- Y/N believed in keeping her hybrid safe from passing cars, especially when he didn’t know any better. I mean, how the fuck was he supposed to protect himself? He’s so codependent on her. Tomura crawls across the floor and clings to her leg more often than not. He tugs on Y/N’s clothes for food and has to have at least twelve good night kisses. He’s pampered and spoiled and so happy he found a good mommy.

Y/N would kill anyone or anything who would dare hurt her precious boy. He was so sweet and defenseless. Only a monster would hurt someone so sweet. But Y/N knew the world was full of monsters. She's not näive. Her parents were a good example. They had unprompted hate towards her boyfriend at the time and his family until it tore their relationship apart.

He was the one keeping her sane, keeping her grounded but their hatred got in the way. They had planned on adopting a hybrid before, they even decided to name him Tomura. Y/N wasn't hung up on him, she had her little kitty to love! But the name was still sentimental. If only he had kept talking to her, they could have had a life together, but he ghosted her completely and their last conversation was something mundane.

She’s brought back to reality by something soft rubbing her leg, she looks down to find Tomura smiling up at her.

“Mommy, you forgot to take me to the bathroom, meow,” he says calmly, as though peeing on the couch was a completely reasonable response to that.

She sighs, “Next time, just remind me, Tomu, just please stop peeing on the couch,”

He nods and rubs against her leg a bit more, “I’ll be a good boy, mommy,” he promises, knowing he’s going to break it, “Pet me please, meow.”

It’s not really a question, and more a demand: his tail swishes when she sits down on the floor with him. He nuzzled into her hand as she scratched behind his ears. Getting the couch cleaned all the time was expensive and embarrassing. What do the neighbors think every time they see it pull into their driveway?

Y/N finally caves, and, opening her phone, calls the first business with “Animal Trainer” next to it. It looked like a serious business and was rated five stars. It didn’t even look that expensive either! Even so, she had to get him to stop acting out like this.

“Hello?” She says once the phone stops ringing.

“Yes, this is Dabi speaking. How can I help you today?” A voice responds on the other side, thick and gruff. He sounded like he’d smoked for quite a few years (that or he had just gotten out of bed).

“Hi, this is Y/N. I’m calling because my cat hybrid is spaying and pissing everywhere. He’s not fixed, and I promised him I wouldn’t do that to him. I need to get him to stop. I can’t keep cleaning but I’m not going to give him up to the shelter either.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other line. “A bad kitty. I can fix that. You’ll need to chip in, of course.”

She hesitates and looks over at Tomura who is starting to rub against her legs, curious about what and who she’s talking to. “Of course. When’s the soonest you can come over?”

“How about right now?”

“Perfect. Here’s my address.”

-

Dabi walks through the door, and her mouth falls open.

“You,” She says in surprise and in shock.

He grins devilishly, “Me, it's nice to see you, sweetheart.”

She scoffs, “It’s nice to see me? You stopped talking to me after we dated for almost a year!”

“It’s not my fault you changed your number and didn’t tell me,” He snaps back at her, his irritation growing. He grew sick of the disconnected response from the phone too quickly for her to joke about this.

“I never changed my-” She stops, “Oh.”

His face softens too, “It was your parents, huh?”

“Yeah,” she says, looking up at him.

Y/N wraps her arms around Touya hesitantly, and he does the same. Meanwhile, Tomura sits there in shock. Who was this man cuddling with mommy? He’d have to drench the whole house to get this guy’s scent off, and what’s in the bag?

“And this is Tomura,” She introduces. He looks up at the mention of his name, letting out a confused meow.

He grins- Y/N really knows how to pick them. This was the name they promised they’d name their own little hybrid all those years ago when they made plans to marry. So even if she was angry...

“Hey, little guy,” Touya says, trying to be friendly.

That was pretty easy when a cute kitty is staring up at you. But not so easy when he hisses at you and mutters profanities. He frowns. This was gonna be a lot of work.

“Hey,” he says, turning away from the pissed-off kitten, “I’ll give you a discount, how's three hundred sound?”

Her eyes light up, “Three hundred sounds fantastic! Thank you, Touya!”

She hugs him again and Shigaraki wants to yell but...mommy seems so happy with this... this stranger. And he doesn't want to make her sad, so he crawls away and mopes in her room, curling up in her bed and burying his face in her blankets. Does she love him? Is he going to stay? He wouldn't blame Y/N; this Touya person is rather cute but still. She doesn't notice her missing kitty while she continues to work out the details with Touya.

“Y/N, down to business. Why is your hybrid causing you problems? You said something about spaying? Tell me about it.”

“So what happens is that he goes around peeing everywhere! I used to be able to help him go to the bathroom, but now he just goes wherever he wants, whenever he wants! I looked it up and it sounds like spaying, but it’s full-on piss sometimes too.”

Touya is quiet for a moment, thinking, “So he sees you as a mate and he’s trying to mark his territory to ward off another male. Have you invited anybody over recently?” He asks, trying to grasp the situation.

Y/N shakes her head. He saw her as a mate?! “No, I try not to. My house smells like piss thanks to Mister Whiskers.” She huffs.

“He probably sensed another hybrid then from the outside. Possibly a feral. The best way to get him to stop is to make him think he already owns you. I’ll call hybrid control too. It’s not a good place for hybrids on the streets.” He says, pulling out his own phone and sending a text.

“Okay then. How do we do that?”

“It’s quite easy,” he says, “Let's go find Tomura first.”

He heads upstairs to where he assumes Tomura’s hiding. The smell of pee intensifies as he gets closer to what he assumes is your room. He opens the door to see Tomura curled on the bed, frowning.

“See how territorial he is?” Touya points out, “He already sees me as a threat even though I've just walked in the door.”

Y/N nods, but she’s still in disbelief. Tomura sees her as his mate? That's ridiculous. Although, if what Touya’s saying is true, she really wouldn't mind. She’d always had a crush on Tomura, I mean just look at him! He’s cute and so cuddly. The adorable ears and fluffy hair really add onto the whole cute kitty image. He’s so smart too. And kind. Their relationship isn't one-sided at all, he takes care of Y/N and she takes care of him.

Touya nudges her towards the bed, and she sits next to him. They both look at each other for a while, and Touya doesn't interrupt. They need to go at their own paces, for now at least. Y/N finally reaches a hand out to scratch behind his ears, and Tomura starts to purr again. It feels like Y/N is the only one in the room. He doesn't even notice Touya until he sits on the other side of him.

He wants to hiss and scratch at him, but Y/N is scratching his head just the way he likes.

“Hey buddy,” Touya says, reaching out to rub soothing circles on his back, “You love Y/N a whole lot, huh?”

Tomura nods, still suspicious of the man sitting with them.

“She’s your mate, isn't she?” he says, fingers trailing across his neck to scratch the back of his head, “You've got a nice pretty mate Tomura. She’s all yours, sweetie,”

Mate?! How did Touya know how he felt about y/n? They barely said a word to each other.

“Mate,” he nods, grabbing onto Y/N’s thigh.

He worms his hands between the mattress and her soft thighs and squeezes it in his arms, laying his head on it.

“Mate,” he purrs, happy that he’s able to say it out loud, “Mommy’s such a pretty mate.”

Touya nods; this is good. They're making progress.

“Now Y/N, why don't you lie down on the bed,” Touya instructs.

She does as told and lies on her back, trying to relax. She tenses up again when his fingers tug down her pants. She tries to grab his hand and stop him but he bats it away.

“Do you want your house to smell like piss for the rest of your life, or are you gonna let me help you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She nods and lets him pull down her pants.

“Are you sure this is necessary?” she asks, not enjoying the cold air on her cunt nor the fact that she was nearly naked in front of both of them.

“Completely necessary,” he assures her.

Next to go is her shirt, then her bra until she’s lying completely naked in front of them. When he starts to strip Tomura down, she gets worried. Why is Tomura suddenly so compliant with Touya? He was ready to flip his shit just minutes ago. Touya guides Tomura to kneel between Y/N’s legs and wiggles his spiked cock out of its little pouch. Tomura mewls softly; he’s never felt someone else touch him there before.

“Now, why don’t you rub mommy’s pussy right,” he guides Tomura’s hand to her clit, “There.”

He looks confused but does as he’s told. Obviously, Tomura doesn't do it well enough. The nerves and inexperienced hands don’t do anything to get Y/N aroused. Too bad so sad, he’s here to fix a problem, not make it pleasurable. He lines up Tomura’s cock, and Y/N finally pieces together what's happening. Her breathing picks up and her eyes widen. Surely he wasn’t really going to have Tomura fuck her, right? That would hurt! Like really really hurt!

But the look of excitement in his eyes made her feel guilty. He wants this so badly and he loves her so much. If this was going to help him she’d just have to take it. So when Touya helps him poke the tip of his cock in, she’s already white-knuckled from gripping the sheets. She whimpers when more of it starts to go in; it felt like the branch of an English hawthorn was forcing itself inside of her. At the same time, the tiny, sharp thorns on his cock were tickling her G-spot.

She wasn't ready when he started to fuck into her, he was over the moon with joy whilst she was crying out in pain. Tomura can’t decide between yowling, meowing, or moaning so he chooses a mixture of all three. All of his little noises are adorable; the whines and whimpers of her name make her try to smile through all of the pain.

“Gotta...breed mommy,” he pants, “Breed mommy!”

Her eyes widened.

“No sweetie,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to focus on the pain, “You can’t breed a mommy baby. Please don’t Tomura.”

“Hey,” Touya says, “do you want this to work or not?”

She whines in defeat and lets him keep fucking her.

“Breed, mommy,” he chants, happier than ever.

Everything's “fine” until he decides to bite her tit.

“Ow! Tomura, no!” she cries, trying to push his head away, but Touya holds her hands in place.

“You can’t deny him Y/N. It won't work if you do,” he tuts.

She tries to squirm away, but Touya keeps his grip on her firm, and the cold hands of death couldn't pry Tomura away from her. So she cries and moans and prays that he’ll cum and get this over with. Touya lets go of her hands and climbs behind Tomura. What was he doing back there?

Y/N doesn’t even have a moment to be confused as Touya unbuckles his pants, Tomura grinding at her pussy, his sharp barbs and accurate aims make the pain and the pleasure simply too much for her brain to work. He doesn’t even take off his shirt, or slide them down, just pulls out his cock from his jeans and shoves it into the cute tight, and unsuspecting hole in front of him.

“Meow! Mommy! It hurts! Meow!” Tomura cries, yowling in pain as his virgin hole is penetrated. Touya’s cock is massive- at least twelve inches in length. Despite Tomura’s small size, she can still feel Touya against her own stomach, the way his cock burrowed a hole into Tomura, in through one end and attempting to force its way out the other.

“Look at that cute little pussy. It’s all nice and red for Master''. Tomura was bleeding! He meowed, feeling the trickling down his thighs as Touya pushed himself into Tomura, again and again, forcing Tomura to keep fucking Y/N despite the pain that he was in. As she gets wetter it’s easier for her to talk and think. She cradles Tomura’s head in her arms and lets it fall into the crook of her neck.

“How is this helping?” she asks, still crying from the pain of Tomura’s cock in her.

“Um, it’s keeping him inside of you? Listen, I don't fucking know. I just wanted to fuck him, ” Touya laughs, before pausing, “Or even bitch him if it works.” Leaning down to trail kisses up Tomura’s neck, he coos “Who’s my pretty boy?”

“I am, ” he sobs, “Mommy, please, it hurts. But it feels so good just- just make it stop mommy please.”

“I can't, sweetie. I’m sorry,” she says, kissing the side of his head, “It’ll feel good soon, Tomura, I promise.”

He bites her tit again, not as hard as before, and tries to stifle the sounds of his crying. How could he be a good mate if he was so weak? He doesn't deserve her. He should give her up to Touya; he’s strong and smart, not weak like he is. But then Y/N pulls his face away from her chest and kisses him. It’s rough and passionate and the best thing he’s ever felt, besides her warm wet pussy, of course.

When he cums, he cums hard. His cock was made for breeding so it squirts out more cum than humanly possible. It takes mere seconds for it to start gushing out of her, seeping deep into her womb. There’s no doubt she’s pregnant; Y/N never planned to have sex at this point in her life, so she was on absolutely no form of birth control.

Even if she had used a condom, Tomura’s thorny cock would have poked right through it. His cum would’ve somehow breached her IUD, and it was sure to be one hundred times more potent than human cum and no chemical could’ve stopped it. They're both aching when Touya finally fills Tomura’s tight, no longer virgin, asshole. Thankfully it makes it easier for Touya to slide out of him without either ripping Tomura’s asshole or having Tomura’s asshole pull his cock right off.

-

Touya is surprisingly good with his aftercare. And it looks like he came prepared as well.

Touya takes his sweet time gently putting hybrid injury cream around his ass. There's nothing of course he could do about the inside besides giving Tomura some anti-inflammatory medicine and blood stoppers. All wrapped inside of a pill pocket, the brat.

And despite his so-called love for Y/N, Tomura still kept up the attitude. When Touya moved onto Y/N, slowly caressing her cunt and making sure she was okay, taking care of her and wiping her clean of cum, Tomura would throw a fit and say he wanted attention.

Don't get him wrong, he was worried for his mommy. He didn't know what the white stuff leaking out of her was or what the white stuff that'd been leaking out of him was- he just knew it felt good. But he recognized bruises from his own hands, his claws digging into her from when he orgasmed.

But he wanted attention too! What about him?! Why did mommy get all the attention? It was like he had completely forgotten the attention that had been on him for a while. He meowed over and over, tugging on Touya’s arm.

“Master,” he whines, “What about me?”

“Shh,” Touya says, “We need to take care of mommy too, Tomura.”

“But-” he starts.

“No buts unless you want me to spank yours,” Touya warns.

Tomura opens and closes his mouth, deciding he’d rather not have his ass beat red. He still whines, though, putting his head on Y/N’s chest, so he never left his master’s line of sight. When Touya pushes his head away, he mewls over and over, crying out for his master. Claiming that “You don’t care about me, Master!”

Touya silences him with a kiss on the forehead and the lips, and that satiates him...for a while until he’s pawing at Touya again, whining and whimpering. However, when Y/N is the one to try and silence him, he shuts up immediately. You never tell him to be quiet; you always tell him how much you love his voice.

So he curls into you and kisses your neck, telling you that you're the best mommy in the world. You can only smile and nod, letting Touya apply ointment to your wounds. Tomura has never felt like this before, not just from his orgasm but being cared for by two people. Of course, Y/N cared for him well, maybe too well. She spoiled him beyond belief. He got away with pissing on the couch for months. He got whatever food he wanted whenever he wanted. You even let him eat at the dinner table though he was NOT supposed to.

Touya fixed all of that. He disciplined Tomura, shoving him in a diaper until he begged and cried to be good, and he was...until Touya went home. Touya also put him on a diet that was healthier for his sensitive stomach. Lastly he made it very clear to her that Tomura will only be eating out of his bowls on the floor, much to Tomura’s disappointment.

-

Despite it all, they end up together. All of them. Mommy and Master and cute little Tomura at the center. Maybe he would’ve stopped acting up but he didn’t. He just wanted both of them more- and both of them together. So he makes mommy call Touya for no reason or forces her to, pissing and shitting wherever he could, even vomiting.

Even things that didn’t need to be fixed- they called Touya. And of course, Touya always sets Tomura straight. He’d shove Tomura in a kennel for hours, and force Y/N to watch, to discipline him for calling him over, sometimes even himself if he got ahold of the house phone, and Y/N to get her to stop spoiling Tomura.

And of course, Tomura would yowl and cry that nobody loved him, making painful noises that would cause suffering to any normal human’s heart (at least, Y/N would argue that). He would piss himself even more, and even shit on the blankets to try and get the smell to let him out. Touya however, only pissed on Tomura when he pissed in the kennel, and sprayed air freshener when he shit. Maybe it was something that he wanted himself.

Y/N, of course, would always let him out when he let out a particularly miserable noise. She washed the disgusting blankets at night when she was supposed to be asleep and cleaned him up through the bars of his cage. Whenever Touya caught her, he was furious. It took only minutes for her to be squished in the cage besides Tomura, praying he didn't decide to make any messes.

She comforted him, reminding Tomura that Touya would provide wonderful aftercare for the bruises and indents the cage gave them. When Touya fed them through the bars it was especially humiliating, making sure to spill or smear at least some of it on both Y/N and Tomura. But Tomura was happy to clean you up with his cute pink tongue, and that never failed to make her giggle.

Despite the punishments and the spoiling he loves his mommy and master equally! They were so good to him! Dogs can be a man’s best friend, but what best resembles a lover? The cute little kitty cat in the middle of mommy and master.

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[ac3id]

— trade offer. 18+

[spinet]

tomura shigaraki x f.reader x touya todoroki

-about: your boyfriend is losing interest in you, he likes the high of meth better. his dealer seems to have taken an interest in you and he's planning to give shigaraki a huge discount for the price- that he lets him have sex with you.

-warnings: mention of drugs

-word count: 600

-a/n: heyyyyy besties long time no see!! i am sorry for just dying but i am here back again with a new fic!! if you have any questions about my any fics leave in the inbox + this is just a part of a full lenght fic i'll be writing soon. <3 this may become a 2 part stroy dfhjgjhf let's see.

He doesn’t seem to like you anymore. You can tell, he tries to hide it but you can tell. You can always tell.

You know your man better than he knows himself, if there is anything that ever bothers him, you always notice. Maybe, this is called love. Your ability to know everything about him….or it’s just creepy.

He doesn’t really care.

The truth is, he has not fallen out of love with you but his priorities have changed. These days, he just prefers the feeling of adrenaline surging through his vines while he plays his silly little games.

The white powder has shown him a new type of romance, and it’s much more toxic than the relationship he has trapped himself into.

Of course, there are times when he feels guilty for shoving all his affection from you into a drug that is killing him slowly and they prosper at moments like this.

You’re on your knees, a position you’ve learned to grow comfortable in. His pulsing cock pressed against your lips.

“Open up, babygirl,” he says softly, holding his shaft to your mouth. You obey, (you always do.) opening up big and wide just for him, being his good, little girl that he has taught you to be. You’re sitting between his legs, his gaming table behind you, giving him head while he takes a break from destroying his fingers on the keyboard and screaming his lungs out with his teammates.

His hot, throbbing cock settles into your mouth and you waste no time worshipping it. Tomura grunts, biting his lower lip and furrowing his eyebrows. His eyes close in ecstasy as his fingers tighten in your hair, pushing his cock back further into your mouth making you gag. You sit there, pretty with tears falling out your eyes and your makeup getting messed up while he uses you for his own pleasure.

It turns you on.

“Baby, you get better at this every day,” he says with a sigh, his breathing ragged- he’s getting close. You choke and gag on his dick, pained noises escaping your lips making him even harder, your reaction to his torture goes a long way for it. It’s not long before he reaches his edge, he pushes you off his cock before coming all over your face. He likes how you look after his long white stripes cover your face. You always try to shy away after. It’s so cute to him.

He holds you by your shoulder, his grip is tight and firm.

A long slender finger makes its way around your face, gathering his cum and bringing it to your lips.

“Clean up, baby,” he says, his eyes shining corrupt with thought to further destroy till you’re melted under his arms. You do as he says, you lick his cum off his finger. He smirks and pets you after you’re done ‘cleaning up'.

“Good girl,” he says. He pauses for a while, looking into your eyes which look up at him with lust and love. He leans in closer, kissing your lips into a long and passionate kiss before throwing you on his bed behind him, roughly.

You grunt a little, he falls on top of you. His crazed smooching continues as he kisses you again following it with running kisses and bites down your neck. His finger runs up your shirt grabbing your bare tits, pinching and pulling on your hard nipples making you moan. He teases you, calling you out on your little chirps. He moves lower and lower until his face nestles right between your thighs. He kissed the flesh on each leg tenderly, leaving a bite mark on the right.

“Now, it’s my turn to make the puppy cum.”

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[loser-hub]

Valentine's Day Headcannons! Is it early? Yes! Do I care? Not a bit! A part two with some Pro's is coming soon!

Warnings: A hint of spice here and there, all characters are aged up to 21+ at least!

Izuku Midoriya

Has had your date planned for a month, at least, having planned since Christmas.

Valentine's Day is the day about love, couples, expressing your feelings and spending time with your significant other. Or that's what every commercial says when the month changes, bombarding everyone with pink, red and kisses.

Izuku soaks up every moment of it like a sponge.

He's not the best at expressing his feelings, always stuttering and tripping over himself, so he relies on acts of devotion, affection of gift giving to show you how much he appreciates and loves you.

Has a notebook dedicated to the day. Countless scribbles about what you like, what you don't, what you're allergic to, and any fact that could help him plan the perfect date.

The day starts and its all about you from the get go.

Gets you clean with a bath with candles, rose petals, bath bombs, bath oils, the absolute works. Spent way too much time and money at Bath & Bodyworks picking out your favorite things in case you were low.

Nervously picks at his nails while he waits, now second guessing himself and doubting if he might've gone overboard with everything.

Invite him in and he'd be on Cloud Nine!

The rest of the day goes however you'd like, whatever you want and he's at your beck and call. Driving you around to your favorite stores to staying home and chilling out on the couch, he just wants to spend time with you and see you happy. If you're happy then he's happy!

After getting cleaned Izuku takes you up to this scenic hill outside the city that looks over a field of flowers, allergy pills at the ready! He sets down a plaid blanket and breaks out his picnic basket full of your favorite foods and drinks.

He'll keep you there until the sun sets, holding you close to his chest as you two watch the sky turn to pinks and oranges.

Bakugou Katsuki

The polar opposite of Izuku's feverish planning.

He's more of an "oh, it's V-Day? Cool, I guess" kind of guy.

Shows up at your door out of the blue, no warning, no nothing, a box of chocolates under his arm as he thrusts a bouquet of flowers into your face. "Coincidentally" your favorite kind.

"Saw it was Valentine's Day and I'd be a fucking shitty boyfriend if I didn't bring you something, I guess. Get dressed, we're going out...somewhere...wherever you want."

Drags you out and pulls you along, opening his car door for you, closing it, being the gentleman that he secretly is.

Takes you to a little café on the outskirts of town he found one evening while patrolling, it seemed really nice and cute and thought of you when he saw it. So why not take you here for a little date?

Hands stuffed in his pockets he wanders inside, glued to your side.

Although like Deku, he's not the greatest at verbal affection. Sure he can scream and yell his feelings in anger but expressing how he felt about you? That stumped him.

Bakugou also prefers acts of service and gift giving as his love language, this man cannot articulate his love for you to save his life.

So moments like these are the most endearing moments of his character.

Let's you order whatever you want and subconsciously gets the same so you both can talk about how good/bad it was and so, if you did like it, he could cook it for you at home.

Shoto Todoroki

Oh dear please help this poor boy.

He has no idea what Valentine's Day is.

You'd have to be the one to suggest doing something or surprise him with a date, because he has no idea.

Its not that he doesn't care but he's simply never put stock into the lovey dovey holiday meant for couples, love and all that.

Show up at his door for a change!

He'll be pleasantly surprised and oh-so happy to see you there, even if he's rushing out the door so Enji, Natsuo and Fuyumi don't get wind of your arrival.

You'll never be left alone if they realize your there.

He prefers to drive, he doesn't know why but being in a car with you driving to a restaurant is strangely domestic. Since it is V-Day and you've so nicely explained to him what it means and the context around the holiday, you two decide to go to a fancy upscale place for a change.

Shoto decides to go all out, taking himself and you to a dressing shop and has you pick out an outfit while he gets a black suit with a red tie.

Its not often Shoto cleans himself up but when he does, wow.

Not to worry about reservations, all he has to do is show up and break out his gold credit card and the receptionist's eyes bug out of her head. Being Endeavor's kid has its perks on occasion and the staff takes you two to a secluded booth specifically for hero's and their partners.

Lit by candlelight you two share a multiple course meal, desert and feed each other rose topped chocolates.

An overall cheesy yet romantic date that he'll never forget.

Tomura Shigaraki

He's one of the ones whose bombarded with lovey dovey shit the second January turns to February.

Every MMO RPG in his collection does a Valentine theme in some way so its impossible for him to escape all the pink and red.

Those are the worst two weeks of the year.

He drops everything and plunges himself to the most gorey and eventless games he can find to get his mind off V-Day...well, before you came along.

Now seeing the themed events makes him pause, change his mind even, reconsider if you feel so inclined.

It all came to a head once he saw matching skins. Husband and wife, partners in crime, the list was endless for the game you two played together. Yep, he was going to do something.

Going out of the hideout during a busy holiday like today was out of the question so you rightfully suspected nothing would happen, Shigaraki wasn't going to whisk you away to a secluded hill and have a picnic. He wasn't that kind of man and he might scrape off bits of skin if put in that kind of situation anyways.

Nope, instead you were scooped up off the couch and hauled to his room. Plopped right down in the other chair of your couples gaming setup.

Your headphones on, game loaded up, hand on the mouse and your boyfriend mumbling how he needed "help" for the event.

"Tch, don't read too much into it Player Two, I get more XP if I'm in a group so you're coming with me. Just be my Love Healer and I'll DPS our way through the bosses."

Needless you weren't going to ask why your character was suddenly in a frilly dress with a bouquet instead of your normal staff.

Dabi

The most casual and uninspired ass you can possibly imagine.

Days all mix and warp together for Dabi so he doesn't know what day it is until he sees an abnormal amount of couples out and about. The shameless displays of affection was nauseating.

But hey, the shopkeeps were too busy with entitled Karens to notice some of their stock had gone missing.

No one pays attention to the burnt chicken nugget holding a massive stuffed bear and a plastic bag full of sweet on today of all days, normally he has to keep to the streets and be a sneeki beeki boi but this is the one day except for Halloween that he can get away with being in public. The stuffed animal a convenient hiding place when he gets looks.

His cover is blown when the plush is pushed into your open window first. He loves hearing your scream of surprise when he sneaks in but he can't do that very well with a four foot bear on his back...maybe next year.

Gets everything set up while you're worrying over him and making sure he wasn't seen or followed. You're too cute for your own good, worrying about him over yourself and what the police would do if they found out.

Today is definitely needed, for both of you. Time alone to just chill and cuddle.

Wrapped up in blankets, drinking some shitty stolen wine, eating sweets and laughing at how stupid the main characters of the rom-com marathon are.

The morning after you find yourself alone but at least now you'll never fall asleep alone with your Dabi scented teddy bear.

#valentine's day #Valentine's day headcannons #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #izuku midoria x reader #deku x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #shoto todoroki #tomura shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #tw: fluff #tw: mild spice

[boytouya]

Can l please request Tomura shiggy with a himbo reader? Where the huge man gets cutesy sh*t like colorful stickers, plushies, rock necklaces from the nearby stream lake with dry bad painted. Or mismatched shirts and pants because it looked comfortable with them and he likes collecting them. Himbo reader doesn’t quite understand his bfs goal but he supports him even though he doesn’t get it. Once in a while, he puts glitter in Tomuras clothes on accident whenever he draws stick figures or wobbly lines on a drawing pad with markers and crayons. Found a shell? Give that to shiggy of course! Himbo reader would cook once in a while for the league and clean his room once in a while ;)

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭

a/n: whoever you are….you are my favorite anon. this is the cutest idea. your mind…wow...

Warnings: None!

“You’re plotting for…. What again?” Your head cocks to the side like a puppy, Tomura finds his fingers twitching as you look up at him. You’re annoyingly cute. But also frustrating. He had explained his plans to take down hero society at least three times already. But somehow you managed to connect the dots between the timeline of his favorite video game. “No, no! It’s okay. I get it! Well, not really, but if you’re happy I’m happy.”

Tomura watches the charms of miniature items on your bracelets dangle as you give him a thumbs up, a small laugh slipping from your lips when he grunts in response. He’s supposed to be getting ready for the league’s biggest heist yet, a prison break. But instead he’s standing in front of a….bedazzled red trench coat with a scowl on his face. Not the whole thing, of course. Just a long, jagged stripe going through the middle.

“Did you….do this?” He grits out, whipping his head to the side to make eye contact with you. Your smile never wavers, an enthusiastic nod makes it hard for him to stay angry. If anyone sees this there’ll be rumors for weeks. The best part of being the leader of a feared organization is the fact that no one will say anything insulting to your face. It can be a blessing and a curse, because although it has its perks it’s annoying to hear that an ally made a joke about Tomura’s decorated shoe laces.

Your smile quickly falls into a frown when you see the gems. You get up to explain yourself, walking over to the trenchcoat and pulling a piece of paper out of its left pocket. Tomura’s eye twitches when you unfold it to reveal a poorly drawn image of you and Tomura holding hands in crayon, glitter, and whatever was on his jacket. Below the drawing read a little note that told him to ‘have a “dazzling” day!’ with a heart around it. You signed it at the bottom with a smiley face. Funnily enough, it matched the one you had earlier.

“I didn’t mean to, really Tomu! I swear! but it does look a lot prettier that way,” Your hands brush the sparkling gems as you pout. “Anything you wear looks pretty though. Oh! um,I drew it so you’d think of me on your lunch break.”

“Don’t touch my stuff. And we don’t get a ‘lunch break’,” Shigaraki snatches the drawing and balls it up, shoving it into his pocket. You both knew the second he gets back home he’d pin it on his wall next to your other drawings, though. You discovered the collage a few weeks ago, when you decided to clean up the hideout (Not that you were actually cleaning, it was more like leaving rocks, shells, and plushies you found around while putting away old stuff). “Speaking of stuff….What the fuck are you wearing?”

Your eyes trail down to your outfit. Why, it’s not bad at all! Your shirt is comfortable, and your pants may be a sickening color with a horrendous (homemade) Sanrio pattern on them, but they still get the job done! Plus who doesn’t like Sanrio? Okay, maybe they’re a little stretched…But that’s just because there’s so much of you to love! Perhaps the bracelets are a bit much. Or maybe it’s the miniature cake slice earrings? “...I don’t get it.”

“All that body and no brain,” Tomura gestures to the muscles on your body before he lightly taps his clenched fist against your forehead. “Sounds hollow. You look like Kingdom Hearts chewed you up and spat you out.”

“Oh, I look like a prince?” You reach up to knock your own hand against your forehead and your smile is back like it never left. Tomura wants to kiss you stupid (not that it’d be hard), make you finally shut up for once so you can stop rambling, make that deadly smile evaporate.In some ways you really do remind him of a prince. “You really are too sweet to me, Tomu. What’d a boy like me do to deserve a guy like you?”

He can practically see the hearts in your eyes as you squeeze him into your chest, rambling about how he reminds you of your favorite plushy. Tomura fights the overwhelming urge to hug you back, instead pulling away from your strong grasp with a feigned grimace. He misses your scent of warm vanilla and strawberries the second he pulls away. Internally, he deflates.

“Did I squeeze too hard?!” Your bottom lip trembles. How do you run on so many emotions at the same time?

“No,” Shigaraki says simply, pinching your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger. “I have to go. Take care of the house while I’m gone. No more than an hour.” He doesn’t like to say goodbye, you learned that when he first confessed his attraction to you. He made the mistake of bringing you along, and he thought the two of you would be separated forever. From then on, when the league left for their next mission Shigaraki took a liking to pinching your cheek instead.

“Oh! Let me help you with your coat!”

#🥞. shiggy #finally an insert i can relate to🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 #who wants me to bake for them!!!! #shigaraki x male reader #shigaraki x y/n #tomura shigaraki x you #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #lov x you #anime x male reader

[shigarakislittlepet]

Hiiiii can I please request shigaraki being insecure and the reader finds out and showers him with love, btw please make it super fluffy

I will take any and EVERY opportunity to show this man my undying love and adoration so yes

tw: FLUFF!!! tooth rot, seriously get checked for cavities after this one guys its disgusting <3 some sads too bc i can, very negative self-talk, a very brief mention of death, hurt/comfort

You had always looked up to him. 

In your eyes, there was no reason not to. He was motivated, passionate, and cunning. He had big plans and he knew how to get things done. He was a strong and confident leader that was going to change the world. There was a fire in his eyes that you knew came from deep within his soul and it made you weak in the knees when you saw it. It was beautiful. HE was beautiful. To you, he was perfect.

And so, one night while you were both alone at the bar and Shigaraki had had probably one too many drinks, when he started asking you about love... you weren’t really sure what to say.

“Y/N... Haveyou ever been inlove beforee?” He gazed over at you with a goofy drunken smile, words softly slurring together. It was kind of cute. He was never like this, he was always so calm and composed, and he was hardly ever chatty. Kurogiri had warned you that your boss had had a particularly bad day before he went to bed for the night, and you weren’t really sure what to make of the odd mood your leader seemed to be in.

“Uh, no... I don’t think so? Why do you ask?” you smiled and cocked your head to the side, nervous and hoping he would explain.

He grumbled as his smile fell, “I don believeyou.” Frowning, he turned back toward the bar and took another swig from the bottle he'd been nursing, grimacing at the strong taste of the whiskey.

You laughed a bit at the way he seemed to be pouting, “What do you mean?”

He continued to grumble, more at the bottle in his hands than you it seemed, “Withyour looks, ’m sure iss nothard to find love... Guys prolly throw thmslves atyouu ev'ry chance thy get.” You were silent, unsure how to respond or why he was being so... strange. He was usually so composed and sure of himself. Why did he seem so... Off?

“Imean,” he continued, “People muss fawn over you allthe time! I can’t imagine what it must be like for people to wanna lookat you like that...” He looked so... sad? No, you knew this feeling. He was... insecure?

You couldn’t believe it. Or, you supposed, you just wouldn’t have guessed. He carried himself with such pride and intent that he seemed untouchable, almost inhumanly so. But now, as you watched his sullen face glare at his reflection in the bottle, the look in his eyes made you want to reach out and hold him.

“All right, boss. You’re done.” You took the drink from him and helped him to his feet, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge before helping him to his room. Kurogiri must have just cleaned up, because his room was surprisingly spotless.

Shigaraki allowed your help, something you were sure he never would have tolerated while completely sober. You sat him on his bed and gave him the water bottle, instructing him to drink it. You waited, sitting in his gaming chair while he sipped at the water. You took the chance to look around a bit, he had a pretty cool gaming setup. All of it was most certainly stolen, which only made you smile. While you were looking through his games, you heard soft sniffling coming from his direction.

When you looked over at him, you were stunned to see tears flowing gently down his face. He made almost no sound, just occasionally sniffing and hiccuping, his gaze firmly fixed on the floor.

You moved without thinking. Suddenly you were kneeling in front of him on the floor and cradling his face in your soft hands. He reluctantly met your eyes, and that seemed to break him. His cries were still quiet, as if he didn't want to disturb the silence that had wrapped around the two of you. You recognized it. It was the kind of cry you learn as a child when making noise or being noticed in any way would absolutely result in more pain. It broke your heart to watch his whole body shake and jerk from the strength of his silent sobs, and he couldn't seem to look at you anymore.

“Tomura, please look at me,” using his first name felt more appropriate than anything else given the circumstances. You wiped your thumbs through the stream of tears, trying to lift his face. “Tell me what I can do to help? Tell me what’s wrong.”

“P-please...” was all he could seem to get out in between his chest heaving. He lifted his arms before hesitating briefly, before fully reaching for you.

You instantly understood what he needed. Something about this should have probably felt uncomfortable to you, but you couldn't seem to feel anything other than an all-encompassing need to comfort him. You helped him to his feet for the second time that night, and he swayed weakly. You pulled the covers back on his bed and you helped him lie down, carefully following him. You tucked the covers back over the two of you and when he reached for you again you let him pull you to his chest. He buried his head in your neck, and you wrapped one arm around his waist and the other cradled the back of his head. You just... held each other while he shook.

It seemed like the more time that passed, the tighter he held you. As if he were afraid that you would disappear if he let you slip through his fingers. You stroked his hair gently and rubbed slow circles into his back. By the time his tears stopped falling, the pillow and your shoulder were both damp with them. “Talk to me?” you whispered, worried that if you spoke too loudly, you might frighten him.

He took a deep breath and his chest seemed to revolt against it. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “You can-,” he heaved, “You can leave. I don’t want to...” He took another deep breath, “Keep you.” He didn’t lift his head, but he did reluctantly release his vice grip on you.

You shook your head, snuggling closer to him and tightening your hold on him. He pulled his head back, finally looking at you again, his face full of confusion. You stroked his cheek softly with your thumb, “You’re not a burden, and I want to be here with you.” You smiled at him softly, and his face contorted into a pained sob as he shook again. He wrapped his arms back around you and laughed, but it was a small, broken sound. “You better be careful, if you keep talking like that I might never let you go.” If he meant it as a threat, it sounded more like a promise. “I’m counting on it,” is all you said.

It was a while before he spoke again, and when he did it still sounded pained, “Why... would you want to be here? With me?” he didn’t look at you, but you could hear the furrow in his brows. “I don’t understand the question,” still quiet, still running your fingers through his hair. The broken laugh came again, “Oh come ON, you’d never look at me with anything other than pity, right? I’m so sad, and pitiful, and hideous. No one could EVER look at me with anything other than fear, or pity. Or disgust.” By the end, his voice was full of malice and bitterness, but it wasn’t directed at you. He just held you closer, clutching you like a life-line. “And the worst part is that I don’t even blame you! I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror. I look like a zombie, like a dried-up corpse that clawed it’s way from the grave because it was too stubborn and stupid to just DIE when it had the chance.” You listened in stunned silence as he dug into himself, his body shaking with hatred and anger now. You ran your hand up and down his back in an attempt to calm him.

“I don’t see you that way,” you kept your voice soft and even. In this moment, he reminded you very much of a wounded animal. And you knew better than to startle him or back him into a corner.

He snorted, “Oh really? And how is it that you see me?”

“You are... Everything.” You said simply.

He hesitated, pulling away once again to look at you. “I don’t... I don’t understand.”

You smiled, “To me, you are everything. I see you in everything. You are the moon and the stars, you are the sound of ocean waves, you’re the smell of the air after it rains, you're the glow of city lights in the middle of the night, and you’re the wind during a storm. You're strong and brilliant and beautiful and I have never seen you as anything other than absolutely, awe-inspiringly perfect.”

You watched the look on his face shift several times in the next few moments. From shock to confusion, to disbelief, to something that might have looked like hope if there wasn’t so much pain there too. Fresh tears welled up in his eyes. “Don’t fuck with me. Please. I physically won't be able to handle it.” His eyes didn’t leave yours, looking for any sign that you were lying or making fun of him. You just smiled at him and stroked his face gently. “You’re not... You’re not fucking with me?” You shook your head.

“Oh,” was all he seemed to be able to say for a minute as he watched you just... look at him and touch his face. All he could see in your eyes was adoration where the disgust should have been. You were touching his face like it was precious. You were conflicting with everything he knew to be true about himself. And it felt... oddly comforting. He couldn’t begin to understand what you saw in him that made you look at him like that, but he could see that what you felt was genuine. The look in your eyes made him feel just a little bit... loved?

There was a sudden urgency in his chest that he felt he had to act on, but it also made him incredibly nervous. “C-can I... uh,” He looked away, but put a hand on your cheek. “’ Can you... uh’ what?” and you were blushing when he looked back at you.

“Can I... kiss you? Please...” when you smiled, he thought he might melt.

When your lips finally met, his were quivering slightly, like he was afraid he might enjoy it too much and then you'd rip it away from him. You kissed him gently, trying to put all the love you had into it so he could feel it. He balled his hands into fists in the back of your shirt and kissed you back with more intent, and you matched his intensity.

When you both pulled away for air, you took a deep breath, “I love you. I always have.”

His eyes went wide and he thought his heart might beat completely out of his chest. He actually smiled, and it made your heart swell. “I love you too.”

You smiled, reached behind you to turn off the lamp, and snuggled into his chest. You held each other until you fell asleep, and for the first time in his life, Tomura Shigaraki fell asleep with a smile on his face.

#fluff #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura

[michiieewrites]

Shigaraki - Grind On Me (fic)

WARNING: SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: So last week had this dream about Shiggy and things got heavy and heated very fast, so this fic is based on that. I hope you will all like this fic. If you want more, don’t be shy to slide into my inbox, I don’t bite :D Anyway, enjoy!)

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Hurried footsteps slip inside. You follow the white haired man into the living roo. Once inside, you both feel the tension leave your bodies. Even if your chances of getting caught are rising with the minute, all you are is curious. You were both supposed to be in class at your college, but today is ditch-day.

You’ve never been in the Shigaraki-home before. Tomura never invited you over and you weren’t one to pry. He was your friend and you knew that he had a hard time letting himself be vulnerable around others. Give him the time he needs and he’ll slowly unravel the mess of strings inside his heart.

Looking around the living room, you could kind of guess why he never invited you. Everything was… big. Not in size, but in stature. From the outside, the house looked decent enough. Clean and obviously for a wealthy family. But nothing too crazy, nothing that stood out. The inside however, showed that the family that resides here is just straight up filthy rich. Dark wood decorated the interior, the walls filled with classic European art, even the chandelier was covered in crystals.

Turning around, you are met with carmine eyes. His eyes are studying you, trying to read your reaction. When his gaze falls away from your face, he walks over to the wine colored couch behind you. He sits down, leaning back and spreading his legs. The expression he wears tells you that he’s waiting for you to say something.

“It’s uh… I bet it fits your father’s taste,” you tentatively say.

A couple of seconds are filled with silence. Tomura nods. “Yeah, he says it’s shows the importance of our family. I think he just likes to ‘look’ at his money.”

You only met the man once, when he was waiting in the car while you and Tomura browse through the game store. He seemed like the type of man who wasn’t easily impressed. The look he shot you was that of someone who thought others should be beneath them. Someone with a goal ahead and the ability to make it happen, no matter the cost. Sometimes your friend would tell you a little about the path his father had laid out for him. At times, he listened to his father and his plans. At times, he would curse him to Hell and beyond. And at times, he just didn’t know what else there was to life, so he just went along with what others expected of him.

You sit down beside him. Your hand lies on his wrist and his eyes are pulled to the action. Because of his quirk, he was very cautious with touching others. But with you, the risk was worth it. It was worth it to feel the tips of your fingers touch his skin.

“Well, I’m very grateful that you invited me to your home, Tomura.”

“I thought you wouldn’t be swayed by the money my father has.”

In time, you had learned to sometimes read between the lines of his words. This time it meant that he trusted you not to suck up his father’s ass. That you would actually want to be around him for the person he really is. It made your heart squeeze in happiness for being allowed to closer each day.

Just as you pull your hand away from his wrist, you notice the tag of his shirt is out. You tuck it back in his shirt, your fingers grazing his neck. A startled gasp leaves his throat. He whips his head to look straight at you. You quickly pull your hand back.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer out.

His chest is falling and rising quickly, signaling his panting. “Do it again.”

You aren’t sure you heard that right. “W-what?”

“You heard me,” he said. Leaning over to your side, his arm going behind your back and pulling you closer at the same time. “I told you to do that again, Y/N. Touch my neck.”

Gingerly, your hand reaches out. The pads on your fingers press against his scratched up neck and the action makes him leans his head back, letting a soft groan. A little more daring, you decide to let your fingers travel along his neck. Your fingers press down, a feeling too light to massage any muscle. Only to make their presence known to his body.

You feel movement on the couch and instinctively look down to see Tomura bucking up his hips ever so slightly. His neck exposed, his whole body reacting to your touch. You can feel the fire slowly spreading from your fingertips up your arms, all the way up to your chest. Looking back up, you see lidded eyes watching you closely. Daring you to continue your adventure.

So you do. Crawling into his lap, your legs on both of his sides. With his own legs already spread wide, he has to hold on to you. Pulled as close to his chest as possible, one of his hands travels down your side. His touch is lighter than silk, rougher than an unpolished diamond. With his pinky lifted up, his hand rests just above your ass.

Now both your hands are touching his neck. Making a path down to his collarbones, exploring more unmapped territory. Maintaining the eye contact, you have to ask: “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Pressing his pelvis up against you, he lets out a longer groan this time. “Fuck, yes. Don’t tell me you never thought about it?”

In truth, you have. The pull you felt when you two sit closely next to each other. The comfort each other’s presence gave to the other. The intimacy of just enjoying each other’s company together. Grazes of simple touches lingering a little too long. The body heat that is shared from standing too close to each other. The trust between you two makes it easier to break down every wall. The protectiveness when you’re too far apart.

All these thoughts run wild through your head and it shows on your face. How your eyes fall down from his immodest stare to his lips. Emotions like an open book and all Tomura can focus on right now is how good it feels to touch. To touch you, to be more precise.

His free hand goes holds onto the back of your head and pushes your lips to his own. Cracked lips press against soft ones, not too fast or too slow. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and he tastes the mint chocolate ice cream you had earlier that day. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registers your hands going back over his shoulder and down his back.

Wanton noises are heard throughout the living room. The temperature of your body is rising and you just know you need to feel something, anything that can restrain this heat. Your body has a mind of it’s own and grinds back down on Tomura. The man beneath pulling back from your kissing to let out a filthy and loud moan.

��Fuck Y/N! Fuck fuck fuck, yes, just keeping doing that.”

His breathing becoming more labored. The hand against your head entangles itself in your hair while the other one presses your body down. Following his movements, you grind yourself against the growing bulge in his pants. You place a kiss on the little mole next to his mouth and slowly make their way down his chin to his neck. You pay a little extra attention to the spots he keeps scratching himself.

Tomura moves his hand to hold on just beneath your ass, his fingers tracing along the swell. Mumbles of ‘good girl’, ‘right there’, while occasionally tugging on your hair. The vibrations of your moans against his skin. He grows more and more impatient with the way your body moves on top of him, but he doesn’t dare stop the heavenly treatment you’re giving him right now.

His pants are getting too tight. Even through the layers of clothing he can feel the heat of your pussy. Practically feeling how wet you’re getting. His own precum now staining his boxers. The plum weight of your ass in his hand, your mouth sucking on his skin. The occasional whimper being voiced. The need for feeling more of him coursing through your body.

As the minutes tick by, your movements becoming more desperate, trying to feel up the other as much as possible. Your hips have set up a pace of their own, your nails clawing at Tomura’s back to hold on. Your mind occupied by thoughts of how good you could really make him feel if this went on any longer. You don’t wanna stop. Only being spurred on by the feeling of your pussy grinding on his stiffening cock.

His lips constantly kissing your hair and whispering filthy things to you. “I finally have you riding yourself in my lap,” he whispers.

Your response muffled by the bite you hold on his neck. Sucking and licking over the new bruise. “I’m not the only one humping like a horny mess, Tomu.”

Pressing down just a little harder to hear that delicious groan of him. “Ah, you’re right, Y/N. But who knew you’d be such a nasty little bitch? Dry humping her best friend on his father’s couch?”

“And who knew his father would come home early today?”

The new voice startles the both of you. Both your heads look to see who it is. You don’t know what’s worse; being interrupted while making out or being interrupted by Mr. Shigaraki. Filled with shame, you try to get up from Tomura’s lap, but are being held back by his arms around your waist.

Sure, he respected his father, but right now Tomura wished he would perish on the spot. How dare he interrupt this moment between Y/N and him? Your face is burying itself against his shoulder, your body curling up in itself in his lap.

How dare his adoptive father make you feel like hiding yourself?

Smirking, a plan is forming in his mind. Still keeping you locked in his arm, he shifts you around a little till the older man has a good view of what’s between his legs. Looking AFO dead in the eyes, he starts palming himself.

“Unless you wanna see my dick out and proudly fucking Y/N here, I suggest you leave the same way you came. You got 5 seconds,” Tomura says.

For a moment nobody moves. Not until Tomura starts unbuttoning his pants, does AFO turn around and walk out the front door. Reveling in his victory, he turns his attention back to you. His eyes filled with primal longing and care. His tongue swiping over his lips, a promise of how the muscle can pleasure you.

“Now where were we, my little vixen?”

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[mirakumiruku]

Attention Hound

Shigaraki Tomura x Female Reader Word Count: 1.3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Cheating, mentions of breeding/pregnancy

The premise for this literally came to me in a dream, so I think I legally had to write it. Anyway, first time publishin’ smut, so go easy on me ;^;

Dabi was ignoring you. Of course he was, on the one day you tried to go the extra mile.

You had gone out earlier that week and bought brand new lingerie, bringing it out today knowing that he would be free all weekend.

Well, you thought he’d be free all weekend.

But “duty” called. Or rather, chatting up girls at a club called. Thus you were left alone, waiting on his bed, shifting under the baggy clothes you had donned to hide the lace and ribbons you were dolled up in. You were on your way back to your room to change into your regular pajamas, planning to put the lingerie away until you weren’t mad at him anymore. 

But on the way back to your own space, you passed by the kitchen, where you realized that you weren’t actually alone. Sure, there were some others here… Toga and Spinner, for instance, were probably in their respective rooms, Kurogiri probably cleaning up the bar… but you hadn’t particularly expected to see Shigaraki tonight.

At least, not so casually. Most of the time when you saw him he was dressed up for a meeting, his irritated-at-best expression concealed by his father’s hand. But tonight he sat in a t-shirt and boxers, nothing hiding his face, absently staring at his burner phone while he waited for some kind of midnight snack to heat up in the microwave. He looked uncharacteristically peaceful, likely because no one was around to bother him. You were planning on leaving him be and continuing on to your room, when his eyes finally flicked up to meet yours.

“Are you gonna stand there all night?” He grumbled, neutral expression turning into a glower. 

“No, I… I was just about to head to bed.” 

“I thought Dabi was going out. You didn’t go with him?”

“N-no, I thought he was staying in.”

Shigaraki let out an affirmative grunt, his eyes drifting back to his phone. 

“What about you? You don’t have any plans?”

“No, why would I?”

“Do you… do you wanna hang out together then?”

“Hang out?”

“Yeah, I mean… I don’t wanna be alone tonight. Get’s a little too boring.”

Shigaraki stared at you, before huffing a little. “Fine, but if you get annoying I’m kicking you out.”

You grinned, resisting the urge to go and give him a thankful hug. “Great!”

Once Shigaraki’s food had finished heating up, he begrudgingly led you into his room. You’d never been inside before, it was a lot messier than you had imagined, with only the bed and the chair in front of his computer available to sit. Since Shigaraki took his seat in the chair, you invited yourself to sit on the bed and watch him play his game from a distance.

It wasn’t long before you got bored again. 

You laid back against Shigaraki’s pillows, happy to be surrounded by the scent of someone that wasn’t your sometimes-boyfriend. God, Dabi was being such an asshole, you’d have to think of ways to get back at him…

Your eyes drifted to Shigaraki, and a devilish grin graced your lips.

“Wouldn’t you rather do something else?” You asked, sitting up and slowly unzipping the zipper on your hoodie.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” You pouted, standing up and making your way over to Shigaraki, shedding your hoodie completely, leaving your torso clad only in the lacy lingerie you had planned to wear for Dabi. 

“Yes.”

“Positive?” You draped yourself over Shigaraki, arms falling over his shoulders and onto his chest, and your breasts pressing against the back of his head.

Shigaraki froze, a hot blush dusting over his usually pallid face. As much as he wanted to keep himself turned away, he couldn’t resist pushing you off and turning around in his chair. “A-as little respect I have for Dabi, I’m not gonna fuck his girlfriend.” He said, crossing his arms and glaring at you, trying to keep his eyes on your face and off of your breasts.

You took this opportunity to straddle his lap, much to his apparent annoyance. “Well, he’s probably off fucking another girl, so… I don’t see why I can’t have a little fun too~” 

Shigaraki refused to look at you, though it was becoming increasingly harder to ignore when you had made sure his face was in your cleavage.

“Please?~” You pouted, hand trailing to run through his hair. 

“...fine, but we’re doing it how I want.” Before you could respond, Shigaraki locked his arms around your waist and stood up, easily carrying you over to his bed, and letting you drop onto it. You let out a symphony of gasps and giggles as Shigaraki groped anywhere he could reach, your hips, thighs, breasts, ass, always making sure to keep his pinkies raised. Meanwhile he busied his mouth on your neck, peppering you with kisses and dark hickies where you both knew Dabi would see them.

He sat back, disintegrating the ratty sweatpants you had worn, revealing the lacy panties that matched your bra. “Mm, someone was looking to get fucked tonight.” He mused, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing them up to your shoulders. You obediently held them in place, while Shigaraki moved your panties to the side, and he pressed eager, sloppy kisses to your cunt. You whined and moaned as he alternated between sucking hard on your clit, and shoving his tongue deep within your velvety walls.

“Sh-Shiiii–” You whined, bucking your hips against his mouth while he gave one final slurp before pulling away, moving to strip himself of his shirt, and pushing his boxers down just enough to allow his girthy cock to pop out.

“Tomura.” He grumbled, taking his place above you, and slotting himself in between your hiked-up legs. “Or… I’d prefer master.” 

“Y-yes masterrr~” You slurred, eagerly returning the passionate kisses Tomura was pressing to your lips. He moved his hips back, tapping the head of his cock against your clit.

“Beg for it.”

“Pleeease master! N-need your cock! Please fuck meee!~” You whined, jerking your hips up against his strong hold.

“I suppose that works, we’ll have to work on it.” Tomura smirked, positioning the head at your dripping entrance. In one hard thrust he completely buried himself within you, wrenching a scream from your throat. He wasn’t as thick as Dabi, nor did he have Dabi’s piercings, but he was definitely longer. You could feel his tip snug against your cervix, like it would poke through with a particularly hard thrust. He waited a few moments to allow you to catch your breath, before he started fucking into you at a brutal pace. He had started in a kneeling position, which had quickly morphed into a mating press as he growled in your ear.

“You fuckin’ like that? Shit, I might not give ya’ back… Dabi doesn’t deserve pussy this good.” Tomura smirked, licking the shell of your ear and leaving more bruising bites down your neck and shoulders. “Especially if he’s leavin’ such a good bitch all alone where she’s liable to get stolen away~”

You couldn’t find the capacity in your brain to form coherent sentences, subconscious exclamations of “yes”, “please”, and “more” leaving your throat of their own volition. 

Tomura’s thrusts were starting to grow erratic too, and his dirty whispers became growls about how good your pussy was, how nicely you were taking his cock, how Dabi didn’t deserve a girl like you. When you finally came, your walls tightened harshly around Tomura’s cock, and you tossed your head back as stars flashed in front of your eyes. Tomura grunted, the sudden tightness milking his throbbing cock, and he let out one more guttural moan as he came inside you, thick ropes of hot cum pouring into your womb. He collapsed on top of you, panting to regain his breath.

“D-did you… did you cum inside?”

He nodded against your chest.

“That’s fine… I-I’m on the pill.”

“Damn it… would’ve been fun to see Dabi thinkin’ you’re having his kid, only for a Shigaraki to pop out…” He grinned, nipping at the soft flesh on your shoulder. “Mm, let’s get you off that pill, and try again?~”

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[mydisasteracademia]

SFW Alphabets: Tomura Shigaraki

Y’all know the drill.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Depends on how much he likes you, and whether the rest of the League is around. Usually to show his affection he listens to you more, looks you in the eyes, and takes your input when needed, and sometimes he might rest his elbow on your shoulder. When you’re alone, however, he can get really clingy. He loves resting his head in your lap and snuggling into you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He definitely talks to you a lot. Complains his ass off about missions with the League, maybe asks advice for dealing with a specific problem. he can be fairly touchy-feely with you, maybe leaning in over your shoulder or sitting with his side touching yours. If needed, he’ll grab your fingers while walking. You two probably hit it off on an online chatroom, probably talking about how much heroes suck, and when you met up in person, he was shocked at how pretty you were.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You know he’s hugging on you as soon as you’re alone. Tomura is private about romantic affection, and he has a lot of it to give. Since this is his first relationship, his instinct is to press and see what he can get away with. As soon as you get into a good rhythm together, he likes pulling you into his lap while he’s doing something just to rest his chin on your shoulder.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

As much as he likes you, I doubt he’d be keen on settling down just yet. Remember, he still has hero society to burn to the ground. I doubt he can cook and clean that well, so he’ll need some help with that. He keeps things fairly tidy, surprisingly.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be incredibly upset while he does so, and he might just pace about in front of you and rant about how conflicted his is, but eventually he’ll tell you that you need to break up. He’s either paranoid of Sensei disapproving, or Sensei outright told him that he needs to let you go in order to focus on his goals. He’s very upset about it, but doesn’t want to go against what Sensei says (in the beginning, anyway).

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

First off, you can’t exactly legally get married. If you did, he’d probably get arrested considering his status as a villain. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about it from time to time in the context of you being his cute little house-spouse, ready to greet him whenever he comes home from a long day of dismantling hero society as a whole. He really thinks about it for a while, especially after you offhandedly mention actually committing to something like that. But he’s still not ready to settle just yet. Help him destroy society as you know it and maybe he’ll reconsider.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

It depends. In front of others, he’s not gonna treat you any better than them. He’ll treat you like any other comrade. But when you’re alone, he’s loads more gentle with you. You’re special to him, of course, and he wants you to know it especially when you’re away from prying eyes.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs, but he doesn’t like initiating them. If someone like Toga or Twice hugs him, he doesn’t push them away, but he doesn’t exactly hug back. If you happen to hug him in front of others, usually it’s a quick catch-and-release. When you’re alone, though, if you hug, he doesn’t let go. He loves your touch.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’s very stubborn and doesn’t say it right away. You’ll end up saying it first, and it gets him thinking. Does he love you? Eventually, though, after a while into your relationship, he says it to you when he thinks you’re asleep.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets incredibly jealous, very easily. You’re his s/o, dammit, and he doesn’t want other people to intrude on his turf! He may have matured greatly past his Season 1 demeanor, but wherever you’re involved, he tends to get heated. If Dabi happens to rest an arm across your shoulders, he tends to get frustrated. If Compress steals your attention for too long, he’s fairly quick to drag you away.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are purposeful and rough (due to his lips). It depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s content to give you a lip peck, sometimes he cups your cheeks and deepens it until you both pull away panting. Kissing, to him, is special. And he wants every one to be special.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Not exactly horrible around children, but not great, either. Since most children tend to idolize heroes, he can’t be around them for long without needing a break to take out his frustration on something (probably one of poor Kurogiri’s shotglasses). Depending on the child, though, he can be more patient than he is with most adults because he understands them more. Especially with abuse victims. (Careful that you don’t end up taking in a victim of parental abuse as your own.)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He likes to laze about in bed in the morning, just holding you and pressing slow kisses across your shoulders and back. When you eventually need to get up, he likes to watch as you go about getting ready for the day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

As soon as you’re alone, he’s sitting down with you in his lap. You scroll through your phone with him, maybe play an RPG together, just as long as you get to lie in bed together he’s down for it. The two of you end up falling asleep tangled in one another’s arms (careful that his are far away from you if he’s not wearing gloves).

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Tomura doesn’t do heart-to-hearts unless it’s talking about how your ideologies align. He’s extremely reluctant to talk about his own past with you unless it’s singing Sensei’s praises as a teacher, but sometimes he just has to vent to someone about how shitty his childhood was. In those moments, as you run your fingers through his hair, he tells you about his bastard father and doormat family, his sister, and his dog. If he cries a little, you’ll never tell.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s gotten a lot better about keeping his temper in check, but he still has those moments when he gets angry and sulky. No matter what, he just can’t keep his anger at bay whenever he’s around someone gushing about their favorite heroes, especially not when it’s All Might. He doesn’t like it when someone insults his abilities and underestimates him, either. All the better reason to dust them where they stand.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He tries to remember every single little thing that he can about you. Like Midoriya, he likes to analyze you and find out for himself what you like so that he can surprise you sometimes. He has a full notebook about things he’s noticed you tend to gravitate towards, as well as things you’ve stated are your favorite.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is when you first healed him. You were relatively new to the League (a find by Toga), and while he didn’t trust you yet, you had panicked when you noticed a gash in his side and immediately sat him down to try and wrap the wound. Your tender care as you wrapped him up touched him, and from that point on he paid more attention to you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is extremely protective of you, nearly to the point of being obsessed. He would do anything to keep you safe. He hates being viewed as weak, but when you have to come to his aid, he appreciates it, even if he feels like he has to show off a little more to offset the nagging feeling of being inadequate.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The two of you don’t do things as a couple often, but when you do, he puts in a lot of effort into making your dates go perfectly. He gets frustrated when things don’t go to plan, but you often manage to distract him. He puts a lot of thought into gifts for you, only picking the things he knows you like.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Aside from his scratching (which is a compulsion due to his Quirk), he can be really judgmental and sarcastic, especially when he’s in a bad mood. He tends to be a little manipulative and when you get him angry, you need to give him room before apologizing. He feels betrayed easily and requires a lot of convincing for him to let go of his hurt feelings, but he still remembers.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Before he met you, he didn’t put a lot of stock into his appearance. But afterwards, he started feeling self-conscious about his skin and face. He knows he can’t do much to help it, but it’s still frustrating when he looks in the mirror and sees how badly-damaged his skin is. He gets very insecure next to you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Before you? No, he was totally fine. After you? Definitely. Tomura is a very lonely person at heart and while he didn’t realize he wanted a person at his side before, now he doesn’t think he can live without you next to him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Likes to go into stores and discreetly dust All Might merch. It’s surprisingly good stress relief.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Literally anything heroic. It’s one thing to be nice and kind to people; he can definitely handle that after all the shit he’s gone through. But actually striving to be like the pro heroes? He wouldn’t be able to be around you. You can’t be judgmental either, because he knows he’s not the ideal type of guy to be around, and hearing it from you too would get old very quick.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s plagued with mild insomnia and has a hard time falling asleep at night. With you, though, he’s been able to calm down enough to get a reasonable amount of sleep at night just by sleeping next to you. Still lazes about and lightly dozes in the morning, though.

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[theravencawsatmidnight]

Sold pt 4

Summary. Female reader is baught by Dabi and he is not what she expected

You still had the thoughts about the add running around in youre head. You wanted to know what it said . What twisted things youre father put on it . You squeezed Dabis shirt and he looked down from the tv to see youre eyes shut tightly and youre arm twitching. He moved his hand from behind his head laying it on youre shoulder, lightly warming his palm and rubbing his fingers all around youre skin till you stopped shaking . His other hand dug his ciggaret in his ashtray, he curled up around you going to sleep.

In the morning Dabi woke up first , he sat up stretching with his knees up . He looked out the window watching the sun come up a little more. You felt around the bed not feeling anything, you opened youre eyes to see Dabi sitting up lighting a new ciggarete, blowing smoke out the window.

“Smoking is bad for you..”

He smiled blowing more smoke out the window .”lots of things are bad for me puppy, id say this is pretty low on the list.”

You sat up rubbing youre eyes while you talked. “Whats the first thing on the list?”

“The Pro Heroes are my number one.”

He felt a hand on his back and youre chest . You must still be sleepy because you rubbed youre chest on him. He purred looking back to watch you. You were cute when you woke up, so innocent .

“Any plans today puppy?” He asked looking out the window again.

“Uhm.. laundry. Because who knows the last time you washed these blankets and sheets”

“Gotta go to the laundry mat then.”

You looked at his sleepy smiling face. “Seriously..”

“Yep.” He made a kiss face at you .

“Fine.. what are you doing?”

“Villain stuff.”

“Oh how scary” you waved youre hands around getting out of bed and going down to the restroom to shower.

“Just for that you can wash clothes too puppy”

“Then get it all ready for me! .. please.” You closed the restroom door

Dabi chuckled slipping his smoke in his mouth and getting out of bed . He stripped it and dunked the sheets and clothes into a bag zipping it. He left soon after.

•••

When you got out of the shower and dressed the studio was empty and a basket of laundry was waiting for you. You rolled youre eyes slipping the bag on youre shoulder then staring at the bag of money.

“..........”

You kneeled down looking at the very big stack of money all taped up so nice and neatly . Youve never seen so much money. Scoffing you grabbed a 20 and left the studio to go to the laundry mat.

•••

At the hideout Dabi was sitting at the bar with Toga who was asking so many questions about you. Youre favorite color, youre hair color, youre favorite food. Dabi only knew a few answers and that was not good enough for her she he offered to just bring you by.

“REALLY!!!” She jumped out of her seat

“Is that okay Mop Head?” Dabi asked looking over his shoulder at his Leader who was playing his Switch on the couch.

“I dont care.” He said not looking up.

“Yep really” Dabi answered

Toga was so excited she couldint form words. Dabi got out of his seat going to the door with Toga following.

“What are we doing today!” She asked skipping

“Setting things on fire, Setting UA on fire”

“Good luck” Shigaraki said

“Come with us Mop Head”

“Yeah Please Tomura!!!!”

Shigaraki put his Switch down and followed the two out all huffy, his arms folded over his chest.

•••••

Meanwhile you were at the laundry mat playing on youre phone . Well not exactly playing. It had no games and was a flipping flip phone . It did have everyone in the Leagues contacts though. You were curious as to why you needed everyones numbers though. Youre stomach growled and you groaned kicking youreself . You didint bring enough money for food..

You crossed youre arms staring at the dryer. Almost done. Suddenly everyone ran out if the laundry mat and you looked out the big window to see a crowd pointing to the right. You sat on youre knees turning around to see fire trucks zooming past and Pro Heroes rushing by .

“UA is on fire!!!” Someone said.

You blinked getting up looking out the door to see just that. The hill was in flames and everything was catching fire. Blue fire you might add. You shook youre head and went back inside to gather the laundry into youre bag . You were about to leave when you saw everyone left their bags in the laundry mat.

Quickly you checked the crowd and tip toed to everyones bags taking the money out of their wallet.

“....miiiineee...” you sneaked out going to the grocery store.

You got home first . With food and clean everything . You put the food away first. You had no idea what this man ate but if he didint like it he didint have to eat it.

Next you made the bed , which was a chore. The ned was to heavy and you had to pull it to the side to get the sheet on. When you got the sheet on something slipped put from under it . It looked like a paper . You threw the blanket on the bed and kneeled downing picking the paper up reading it. Youre heart sank.

F/n l/n

Female . 19

Highest payer

Quirkless

Virgin

Phone number

And a photo of you

You stood up shaking in youre skin. The paper fell from youre hands and you held youreself trying to pretend this wasint happening.

Dabi came home soon after funny enough. He had a annoyed look on his face. Guess his plan failed. He saw you holding youreself sitting on the bed and went over sitting with you.

“You ok puppy?” He put his arm around you and you flinched. He blinked watching youre face, you looked terrified.

“Puppy...?”

“The add..” you pointed with a shaky hand.

He looked and shot up cursing . He grabbed the paper setting it on fire. Turning it into nothing in his hand.

“Why do you still have that..”

“Because i forgot to get rid of it “ he didint turn to face you.

“So you know im a..”

“Do you think that matters?” He snapped making you flinch looking up at him. He turned to face you. “Do you think i bought you to just pop so innocent girls cherry?”

You rubbed youre eyes shaking youre head, crying lightly. Dabi rolled his eyes going to you wrapping his arms around you causing you to fall back with him on you.

“I baught you because i wanted to give you a better life, ive told you this puppy. “

“I know..”

“Good. Tomorrow we are going to the League to hang out.”

“Ok..” you dug youre fingers in his hair and he groaned squeezing you. “I bought food..”

“How much money did you take?” He asked looking up seeing youre slightly happy face.

“I stole.. money from the laundry mat.. everyone was distracted so..” you blushed

Dabi laughed loudly and pulled you ontop of him wiping youre eyes. “Thats my good little puppy”

•••

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[lavenderwhore444]

So imagine this the reader is a hero and shigaraki is a villain of course anyways shiggy falls head over heels for the reader and always tries to get there attention while the reader does find shigaraki cute but he’s being a pain in the ass always destroying things and making messes, reader kidnapped him and  Using him as a fuck toy ( of course our little  pervert is enjoying this ) anyways the reader straight up tells him if he behaves and start doing good things he’ll get rewarded and actually get to cum, long story short tahts how shigaraki stopped being a villain and destroying things

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Warnings: edging, blowjob, Shiggy cums in your mouth, lol, fingering (female), vaginal sex, porn (filming), Tomura wasn't as submissive as I planned and pretty much doms you in the end 😞. He's kinda subby at the beginning tho. THIS COULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER IM MAD. If this gets 1,000 notes, I'll rewrite it 😏 I never say shit like that but yolo ig.

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“Shiggy why the actual fuck are we here? It’s the middle of nowhere and that hero y/n’s base is here, ” Dabi complained.

“Shut up. I’m your boss, ” he said, giddy with excitement.

He was so excited to see you: your cool quirk and costume, your pretty voice and face. Plus you’d pay attention to him. You both fought close range, so he’d be able to get a good look at you. He'd get to admire how beautiful you looked up close. The last time he saw you, he swore you were blushing at him. It wasn't like him to flirt with heroes. That was Dabi’s thing, but he couldn't resist.

“Dabi burn that down, ” he ordered.

“Yes boss, ” he muttered, setting the building ablaze.

It was the sixth time in two weeks blue flames were seen from out your window. You sighed, stretched and walked towards the burning building.

“Again?!” you said, saving the last of the people inside.

“I just couldn't resist, ” Tomura smiled, “I missed you y/n if you’d just give me your number, we wouldn't have to do this, ”

“In your dreams, creep, ” you scoffed.

“You're so mean to me, “ he pouted, letting you dodge his punch on purpose.

“God fucking damn it Shigaraki. Stop burning my shit down!” you yelled in frustration.

“Then go out with me. Then I'll quit burning things down. Please y/n? I promise, ” he said.

You groaned, “no, Shigaraki, I won't go out with you, ”

“I love it when you say my name, ” he sighed, “you have such a pretty voice y/n, ”

You slapped him on the back, tripping him with your other foot.

“Just get out of here, ” you said.

“Fine, fine, but i’ll be back for you my love!” he called as he stumbled into the warp gate.

You smiled to yourself. Shigaraki was kind of cute, but he always made such a mess. It was a shame, really.

A bruise-covered Tomura stumbled upstairs. Normally he’d be mad that an enemy marked up his avatar but they were your bruises. Proof that you had touched him with those gorgeous hands. He shrugged off his coat to find a note stuck to it.

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx’

It was your number. You gave him your number. He practically skipped downstairs. He slid into the seat beside Dabi and waved the note in his face.

“She gave me her number, ” Shigaraki bragged.

“Ha, funny story, ” Dabi deadpanned, lighting a cigarette.

“Whatever, I don't need you to believe me, ” he said.

He walked upstairs and sat on the bed to make a contact for you. He put you as ‘y/n <3’ with his favorite picture of you. The picture was from your very first fight. You and All Might were smiling at the camera. He had bought photoshop for two reasons, the first to get All Might out of the picture and second, so he could enhance the photo of you. He ran a finger over your digital face.

“So pretty, ” he whispered, “my pretty y/n, ”

Shigaraki finally worked up the courage to text you.

I knew you'd give in eventually y/n

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He put his phone down and started playing his game. Before he knew it, hours had gone by. He checked his phone.

I knew you'd give in eventually y/n

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

Whatever come see me

I'm not dumb y/n this is a trap

I thought you liked me

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

I promise it’s not a trap

And I never thought I'd say this but I do like you Shigaraki

Even if you make a mess of the city

Every

Fucking

Day

Get over here before I change my mind creep

📍 y/n sent their location 📍

Fine

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

Shigaraki gave Kurogiri the adress.

“Here. Now, ” he ordered, putting on his artist's gloves.

The warp gate opened, and he took a shaky breath before stepping through. He entered your living room, it was surprisingly cozy, and you had lit a fire. You weren't in the room, so he sent you another text.

I'm here

ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ

He heard you open the door and walk in.

“Hey creep, ” you said.

You sat in front of him on the couch.

“You can sit but if you want to keep standing there like an idiot go ahead, ” you said.

He scoffed, “the real idiot is the person who let a villain walk into her house after sending him her location, ”

“Touche, ” you responded, “but I know you'd never hurt me. The city and everyone else is fair game apparently,”

“Just let go of the whole destroying cities thing, ” he said, putting an arm around you, “I was just doing it to impress you, ”

“The only thing that was impressive is all the extra hours I had to put in, ” you snapped.

The room fell silent.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, but you do really stress me out, Shigaraki, ” you sighed, “so I guess it’s only fair that you help me relax, ”

You straddle his lap, putting your hands in his hair

“You're going to live here from now on and pay off your debt to me, Shiggy. And if you're good, you'll even get a reward, ” you said, tapping your finger on his nose.

“What do you mean rela- oh, ” he said, realizing what you meant.

“You don't have to if you don't want to, baby, ” you said, kissing his forehead, “you'd never hurt me, and I'd never hurt you, ”

You wiggled your hips in his lap, “although something tells me you want this as much as I do, Shiggy, ”

“Yeah whatever, ” he mumbled, embarrassed, “go ahead, ”

“You sure?” You asked, nuzzling the side of his neck.

The only time you touched people as a pro-hero was if you were fighting them or saving them. Having Shigaraki here was so nice. He was rubbing your back and holding you. Despite being with a villain, you felt so safe.

“I'm sure, y/n, ” Shigaraki said.

He moved your face in front of his and kissed you. Neither of you had much experience when it came to kissing or romance in general. You were too busy fighting each other. All things considered, your first kiss was pretty good. You never thought you'd have a villain in your house, let alone on your lips. He rubbed his hands up and down your waist.

“Use me however you want y/n you deserve it, baby. I trust you, ” he mumbled against your lips.

It didn't take long for the two of you to strip, shoving your tongues into each other a mouths. Shigaraki didn't really know what to do. He mostly learned from porn. He just kind of rubbed your cunt smiling when you jumped as he found your clit. He learned quickly, rubbing it harshly as you whined into his mouth. He found your hole after a while, pressing a finger in. One didn't really do anything for you so he pressed in another one confused that it wasn't causing the reaction he wanted.

He started wiggling his fingers around until he felt an extra squishy part inside of you and rubbed it, causing you to start moaning again. He brought his other hand to your clit, letting you hump his hand.

“Shigaraki, ” you whined, “please don't stop, ”

“Not gonna stop, baby, ” he said, “don’t worry, ”

You didn't expect him to get you to cum his first try, but soon, you were feeling the pleasure intensify until it broke, ripping through your body.

“No more baby, ” you groaned, “too much, ”

He pulled his hands away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for letting me touch you like that y/n, ” he said.

“Its time for me to return the favor, ” you smiled knowing exactly what you wanted.

You lowered yourself onto him, adjusting as he groaned at the feeling of you around him. You felt so warm and wet, so tight around him. He bucked into you when you finally started bouncing. His nails dug into your hips. You decided to rile him up.

“Gonna make you cum so hard, baby, ” you said, nearly giggling, “gonna make you feel so good,”

You reached down to your clit, throwing your head back. His size made it quite easy to get yourself off, and before you knew it, you were right on the edge. You pushed yourself to cum as fast as possible, moaning and whimpering.

“So close baby, ” he groaned as your orgasm finished.

“Too bad, ” you said getting off of him, “did you really think you deserve to cum? After all the trouble you caused? You're gonna have to work for it Tomura Shigaraki, ”

“What the hell, ” he said, “that's not fucking fair. I made you cum twice, isn't that enough?”

“After all the shit you've done? No, no, no, baby, the only way you're gonna get to cum is if you start cleaning up your fucking messes. We’re going out tonight to help clean up that building you burnt up, ”

“No the fuck we’re not. I'm leaving. Fuck you, ” he said.

“Ah ah ah, ” you said, grabbing his phone and pressing two buttons, “kurogiri can't send any warp gates, and your quirk is neutralized. Plus, I'm keeping this phone, ”

He was livid. Maybe you were the real villain here.

“Dont look so sad baby, if you work hard enough, you could cum in the next couple of days. Until then, you're mine to fuck whenever and however I want, ” you said.

He scoffed, “I'm a villain y/n I'm not gonna let everyone see me acting like a fucking hero, ”

“Have fun being edged every day then, and no, you're not allowed to get yourself off. I can't trust you not to, so you're forcing me to tie you up. If only you would come to help your wonderful girlfriend who's just trying to help you have a better life, ” you said.

“Girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“Mhm, ” you said, “I like you, Shigaraki don't you remember? And you asked me out yesterday, ”

He stood there dumbfounded.

“Come on. I'm tired let's get to bed, ” you said, taking his hand.

You walked into the bathroom with him.

“Here I got you pajamas and a toothbrush. Do you need anything else?” you asked.

“No I'm good. Thanks, ” he said.

“No problem baby, ” you said, ruffling his hair.

You brushed your teeth and put on pajamas. You caught him by surprise and tied his hands together.

“Hey what the hell?” he said.

“Shiggy, I told you I couldn’t trust you to be a good boy. You forced my hand, ” you said, leading him to bed.

You both laid down, and you pulled him into your chest, cuddling him close.

“Mmm, good night Shiggy, ” you said.

“Fuck you y/n...goodnight, ” he grumbled.

You giggled and kissed the top of his head. Over the next few weeks, Shigaraki became more and more irritable. It was so annoying to be pushed to the edge every day just to watch you take his orgasm away.

“Fine!” he yelled, on the sixth week of his stay “fine! I'll clean up all the buildings Dabi burned down yesterday! Just let me cum y/n, baby, just let me cum, ” he begged.

You smiled and hugged him tightly, “oh Shiggy, I knew you'd give in and help me! I'm so proud of you. C’mon let's go right now and you can cum after. Any way you want baby, ”

To everyone's surprise, Shigaraki did a great job of cleaning up the building in record time. However, he did threaten everyone at least five times until you shot him a look to make him utter a ‘sorry.’ he had earned his phone back after that since he did such a good job.

He got his shit rocked that night, cumming until he was shaking and crying. Begging you for more.

“Please y/n please let me cum again, m-more I want more, ” he begged.

“Tell me how much you want it baby. Tell me how bad you need to cum, ” you said, taking him in your mouth again.

“Please, ” he cried, “please y/n I need it so bad, ”

You spent hours fucking him, fucking him even though you were over stimulated to the point of tears.

Meanwhile, the league was falling apart without him and disappearing almost completely. It was no secret that people were looking for him, but he was with other heroes all the time. They had no chance at getting him back.

‘So this is what it’s all about,’ he thought, ‘sure y/n is getting paid but not for this. Y/n cleans up and helps people for free. She never gets paid when she's helping behind the scenes. Neither do her friends. Maybe I had it all wrong. Maybe I was right about heroes when I was a kid, ‘

“Y/n, ” he said one night, “I want to get my license. I want to be a real hero, just like I wanted when I was a kid. I was wrong. I was wrong about all of this, ”

You smiled and kissed him hard, “I knew you'd come around, Tomura. You deserve a special reward, baby, ”

He grinned, “what did you have in mind?”

“Mmm, how would you like to show the entire world that I'm all yours?” you asked.

“Id fucking love that y/n, ” he said.

You kissed him. It was messy and loving. He left hickeys all over your neck, snapping picture after picture.

“You want to take a few of me a sucking your cock? Want a fucking video for everyone to see? Let everyone know I suck your cock? Yeah, do you want that baby?” you teased, settling between his legs.

“Do you when have to ask?” he said grabbing your hair on a ponytail, “go on baby, don't be shy, ”

He had his phone in his hand as you licked a long strip up his shaft.

“Tell them who you belong to, baby, ” he groaned.

“You, ” you said, sucking on the head of Shigaraki’s cock making him moan, “I belong to you, Shiggy, I'm yours baby, ”

“That's right, ” he whispered.

You started bobbing your head as he moved more hair out of your face zooming in on you.

“Smile for the camera baby, ” he teased.

You smiled around his cock as best you could while still sucking him off. He kept the camera trained on your face as he shoved you down the rest of the way, causing you to gag. He whispered out a quiet ‘fuck’ as you struggled around him.

“Oh fuck, ” he groaned, using your mouth, “almost there, baby, keep taking my cock come on you can do it y/n, ”

You sucked harder trying to use your tongue as much as you could. You felt him pull you so your mouth was around his tip cumming in your mouth instead of your throat.

“Show them, baby, ” he said, zooming in on your mouth, “show them all the cum you took, ”

You opened your mouth, some dribbling down your chin.

“Swallow sweetie, ” he cooed.

You swallowed and opened your mouth again to show that it was empty.

He chuckled, “good job baby, ” he said petting your hair.

He stopped the video watching some of it through.

“Good job y/n you're a natural, ” he smirked.

You giggled and kissed his inner thigh.

“Lay down on your back on the bed for me, baby, ” he said, walking with you to the bedroom.

He ran his hand over your body, squeezing your tits and thighs.

“So pretty baby, ” Shigaraki whispered, panning the phone up your body.

You giggled, spreading your legs for him.

“God y/n look at that baby. So fucking wet for me. Just for me, ” he said

He ran a finger through the wetness between your legs. Once Shigaraki’s finger was coated, he brought it up to your mouth, getting a good view of your face as you sucked it clean. He laughed and dragged the finger back down your body to push it into you. He quickly added a second finger and working you up until you were moaning and moving against him frantically.

“Right there, ” you moaned, “please Shiggy I'm gonna, ”

“Go on, baby, let them see you cum for me, babe, ” he urged, bumping your clit with his thumb.

Your legs started shaking as you got louder, letting go around his fingers for the whole world to see. Thinking about that, everyone seeing a pro-hero brought to her knees by the most powerful ex villain.

“Want you inside, ” you muttered, “want you inside me, please Shiggy, ”

He smirked and lined you up, rubbing his cock against you before sliding in as your back arched.

“Shiggy, ” you whined, “baby please move, please fuck me, ”

“Sure princess, ” he snickered.

He got a good angle and started to thrust slowly. You whimpered, gripping the sheets as he began to speed up, listening to your moans and the squelch of your cunt as he plunged into you. He began to speed up, alternating between your face as you got lost in pleasure and the way his cunt hugged his cock. Shigaraki kept up a steady pace for a while before throwing it all away to fuck you ruthlessly, letting your tits bounce for the camera as you became more and more desperate for release.

“Shigaraki, ” you cried, “I need to cum, baby. Please, ”

He brought a finger down to your clit, rubbing slow circles that increased in speed slowly until he was rubbing it ruthlessly. Your moans only got louder as you bucked against him.

“I'm gonna cum, ” you whispered.

“Louder, baby, ” he said, starting to lose control.

“I'm gonna cum!” you cried.

“Do it, baby. Come on, let them see you lose control, let them see what I fucking do to you. Cum for me y/n.”

Your back arched, eyes rolled back as you let out a loud broken moan. Shigaraki moaned as he zoomed in on your face, contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck baby I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum inside of you baby girl, ” he grunted getting faster.

He let out a long moan as he halted inside of you, letting his cock shoot cum inside of you. He stayed still, panting before pulling out slowly. He let the camera focus on the sticky white liquid oozing out of you.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He dipped his finger into you and had you lick the cum off of it.

“I love you, ” he whispered, bracing himself for rejection.

“I love you too, ” you said, pulling him into a kiss with the phone forgotten.

The video was stopped as he pulled you close to him. Shigaraki held you to his chest, rubbing circles on your back.

“Guess what I'm drawing, ” he said, tracing a heart on your back.

“A flower?” you guessed.

“Nope, ” he said, kissing the top of your head, “a heart, ”

He grabbed his phone again, posting the videos.

“There we go, ” he whispered, “now they'll know you're all mine,”

#shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #tomura smut #tenko smut #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tenko #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #tomura fluff #tomura x reader #mha tomura #tomura imagine #villain to hero

[sinnercerely]

𝕋ɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴜs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ|

To be her’s and only her’s! //  𝒯𝑜𝑔𝒶 + 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇!

♡ Toga only. However, a poly relationship with uraraka is coming! ♡

🥀 reader-type:

o Black (familiar with African-American culture) 

♡ She/Her/They/Them

o Asexual

♡ Feline Quirk 🥀

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Headcannon: Himiko and the reader’s relationship dynamic and love between the two troublemakers! ————————————🔪————————————

(fluff!) |Here kitty, kitty, kitty!

🌸 Possessive

🔪 Touch-Starved

🌸 ChAoTiC/IMPULSIVE

🌸 A week hasn’t even passed, yet she is absolutely DEDICATED to you. She makes sure to kiss all your tears away and clean all your wounds. Emotionally and physically.

🍡 When she cleans your cuts and bruises from fights with heroes, that slimy bastard is all over you (her tongue)! She won’t lick you on the intimate parts of your body, she respects you too much to break your boundaries!

🌸 When it comes to comforting you, she loves to make jokes out of dark situations. Nothing is off-limits for her unless you say so. If you want her to be more serious, she will, even if that lasts for at least 3 minutes. She will always be serious about you, so she will show you that. As long as you give her cuddles for her effort! She wouldn’t want for her kitten to be forced to be put back in their place...though, you do look cute with bite marks, cuts, and bruises...

🍡 Won’t let her help you? Fine. Hope you are prepared for feral Toga. She gets nasty with you by, talking over you, attacking you with her love bites in public, ignoring you when you want her attention, killing everyone in the damn place for talking or looking at you, and cutting you with her knife. The cuts usually are on your thighs, stomach, and arms. She would mark your face, but, that area is for her slaps. Though, don’t worry she would kiss all the tears away and makeup if you wear that. Just...let her love you lol.

🌸 If you have a side job, she will stand in the corner of the store and watch you. Her posture tenses up when someone gets near you. God forbid someone tries to hit on you...at least 5 bodies are dumped in the dumpster at the back of the building. She won’t even collect their blood. Only the tastiest and worthy blood enters her. So...I hope you can handle her trying to suck onto you like a CapriSun lol. Even when you are working. Might need to knock her in the head to stop her.

🍡 Now, is you won’t allow her to be in the building you are in, that’s fine. She will follow you either way. Behind a counter? She is outside the door and staring at you with a hoodie that says ‘Thot Destroyer’. Getting some fresh air? Cool, she’ll stand on top of a building and stare down at you. Taking a shower?.........where are your clothes?

🌸 She has a tracklist of being a pervert, so, yeah, she will take your clothes to admire your body as you search for a new set of clothes...which is all under her butt. But, you don’t need to know that :].

🍡 Insecure about your body? Oh hell no! Not on her watch! “WHAT?!- DID SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR BODY KITTEN?!?- OH HELL NO-” If you have slang in your vocabulary, she will take that crap and slander a bitch until all their insecurities are popping out. She will drag that bitch by their roots (anyone can get it) and disfigure their asses. Just to throw their asses outside with no dignity and missing limbs (if that’s what you want honey) or slowly and painfully end them. 

🌸 No one is making you insecure? So, your thoughts are making you insecure? "Well, when are those thoughts gonna show up for these rounds?". She is kidding of course. She would make sure to praise you every day and 24/7. Feel ‘too fat’? She will encourage you to wear tight underwear and kiss all your fat! Suffocate her with your thighs, please! PLEASE. Discolorment on your body? She will spoil you in products that will help ease that insecurity while making sure it does not hurt your gorgeous melanin!

🍡 Now for the educational bit! Japan isn’t free from colorist ideas and racism. So, you need to be honest about your experiences with being black in Japan. She will educate herself on black culture and history, if anyone tries to deny the damage colonists have created, bastards are gonna be laying cold on the floor. She isn’t ignorant to how shitty black people are treated, especially if you are dark-skinned, just know she isn’t gonna be a ‘savior’ for black people. She will be an ally, she will respect your culture, and hit people with true history!

🌸 Now, back on insecurities, creams that 'lighten your skin' is very common in Asia. So, she would not shame you if you did that or is considering doing that, she will however compliment you. Not for brightening your skin, but for being black. She will praise your culture and make sure to buy things that are very prominent in your community. She will encourage you to start embracing that melanin! You do not have to pay for your thickness, big lips, beautiful big eyes, and THAT SHINE. My dude, that glow on dark skin...welp, she is jealous!

🍡 She will definitely do your hair for you! No matter how long it may take, she will make sure your hair is healthy and moisturized! She will order products from amazon for your hair type if you are going natural, like puffballs, afros, braids, and etc. However if you have your hair relaxed or permed, she will buy the best products for your hair, things that strengthen your hair definitely. Wear wigs? Cool! She will try some on with you! Praise you, no matter what others think, you are beautiful/gorgeous/breathtaking with and without the wig.

🌸 Though, she will need to be reminded to not harshly brush your hair, since your ears are big and blends into your hair (and well it hurts as well!). She will be mindful but will mess with your ears, you will need to bite her hands to get her to stop!

🍡 When she is allowed to bathe you, she will fill the bathtub with bubbles and terrorize you! She will scare you by popping out of the water without your acknowledgment, pull your fluffy tail, and tickle you into submission so she can mess with your big ears. So, lock your bathroom door! But, even then, she will wait in a bathroom counter just to bathe with you, soooo, you do not have a choice.

🌸 Anyway, she goes by the rule, “Talk shit, get hit.” Soooo, yeah, lol. She does not play when it comes to you, no matter how different you are to her, she will love you regardless! You two are always ready to fight for each other, so you two are quite the dynamic! Plus, fashionable! Even when blood stains your clothes, beauty cannot be hidden, love.

🍡 Now for some chaos! You two steal from everywhere! Malls, houses, banks, and grocery stores of course! Toga tends to overfill her bra with snacks for you and her (even if you don’t want to eat something, she will ‘gently’ force food down your throat). She likes to get you thicker, even if you are skinny, she will want some type of change in your body, even if it just shows in your face. Also, she will make sure to get supplies for periods as well, if you have those.

🌸 If you two are unfortunate enough to have devils disguised as the uterus, you two will cry, stuff your faces, force a lot of water into your system, and holding heat pads against each other! Even if you don’t have that, she needs you! The girl throws up, cries, and can faint when on her period. So, cuddle her, make her food (something is southern please! She likes southern food from America! Grits, biscuits with gravy, and sausage please!) even cover her in kisses, she will pay you back when the pain stops :)

🍡 When you two are working in the LOV, you two create a lot of fun. Stealing Tomura’s game systems to throw them in the nearby garage bin, cock blocking Dabi, hooking Mr. Compress up with multiple people (even if they are married 👀), and being degenerates in public while cosplaying with Spinner. When Tomura tries to end you two, Toga whips his ass lol. You’ll jump in of course (don’t worry, Tomura won’t actually kill you two, you two are too valuable to the team. Also, he loves his team! He will kill for you two! He loves y’all too much 🥺). Dabi will laugh his ass off while recording the scene, Spinner’s jaw is on the floor, but he is chuckling silently, Mr. Compress breaks it up, but he does watch for a while and poorly hides laughter. So, Tomura now sits in the corner of the bar and complains under his breath, if Toga looks at him, he turns away and tenses up. Toga is a baddie honestly!

🌸 For softer days, you and her whip Tomura’s ass while playing games (he will use cheats to prevent this! Do not say anything though, he is a brat and will dust your controller right there and then). Next, go to the arcade with Spinner, you two always compliment him to ease his insecurities. When someone says something about his appearances, you and Toga plan a homicide. Now, being lazy with Dabi is rare, but fun. You all chat about random stuff, even if he taunts you two, he does still listen and care (he is trying!) about you two. Finally, Mr. Compress is the person who takes you two out for dinner. Toga eats like a pig, but you and Mr. Compress wipe her off and scold her. She has a tendency to swipe both of you two's food, so be careful, and she does bite if you try to take it back!

🍡 You two made a nighttime routine, which will include cuddles, kisses, and a lot of talking. She can not shut up until you fall asleep, she usually talks about the future and how much she loves you. She is considering repurposing her life because she wants you to be able to reach your dreams without her criminal record weighing you down. Even though you have a criminal record as well, she is willing to do anything just for you to go get a high school diploma and go to college. No matter what it takes. She wants you to be happy, successful, and healthy. Hopefully, you two can change together. She would not look bad in a doctor’s coat, and you would not look bad with a diamond ring on your finger...

#toga x reader #toga himiko #himiko x reader #bhna fanfiction #bhna headcanons #toga headcanons

[faulty-writes]

I really like your prompt list and was wondering if I could request prompt 146: “You’re my light in a world of darkness.” With Tomura? Maybe nsfw, if your comfortable?

[Rquests: OPEN.] 

[Oh yes, I am comfortable with nsfw, weather it’s fem!nsfw or male!nsfw. As long as it’s within acceptable bounds. That being said, I kept it somewhat vague since there wasn’t a specific gender chosen for it. I love my boy Shiggy <3 Enjoy!] 

Even villains had their soft spots and Shigaraki Tomura was no exception. Behind the walls that took years for you to crumble, laid a man that was protective, passionate, and though a tad crazy, caring about your needs. This included in bed as well, which you were thankful for. Everything Tomura did was for your sake, he’d tear down anyone and anything that tried to hurt you and if he was being honest, he never thought you’d be the one he’d fall in love with.

But it happened and now he found himself being more grateful than ever, but at times Tomura would scare you. Not because he would threaten to hurt you, but the villain had self-destructive behavior. Like when a plan didn’t go his way and he would resort to scratching his neck to pieces, leaving bloody lines behind. You always hated that, of course, it hurt to see Tomura do that to himself and most would be disgusted.

But you would always clean him up, wrap those bandages around his neck and kiss them until Tomura calmed down again. This was much like one of those times, he was at an all-time low. The League of Villains funds were running low and that resulted in them barely scraping by. It frustrated him, this isn’t what he wanted especially not for you. He was sitting at the bar when you walked in and you nearly screamed when he reeled his fist back and slammed it against the counter.

“Tomura!” you cried out as you stumbled back, your heart racing. However, Tomura didn’t move from his seat. Instead, you heard a soft growl come from him and the sound of it made a shiver run down your spine. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as you shyly approached the man. Your hands held out almost in defense. “Tomura …” you repeated, “Are you okay?” your question was only greeted by another growl before his arm came out and pulled you toward him.

You grunted as you found yourself pressed against his chest, though your cheeks dusted pink as you looked at him. Usually, at home, he didn’t wear those ridiculous hands which pleased you as you enjoyed seeing his face. Despite the wrinkles and scars, you found Tomura to be beautiful and he, in turn, felt the same about you. A diamond among the rough, the one thing he wanted to live for and protect. To keep and have a future with.

You heard him sigh before he looked at you, those red pupils seemed to carry some emotion. “The League is low on funds.” he began, “I’m beginning to contemplate another murder to get money, but that’s getting old.” you swallowed, you knew he killed people but still. You loved Tomura, he did what was best for those he cared about. For the group, he had started from the ground up.

“Little pet, what am I going to do?” he questioned as he brushed the side of your cheek with two fingers, lately he had been wearing those special gloves. Part of you hated them thinking that Tomura didn’t trust his quirk enough around you but another part of you found them to be an interesting addition to his attire. You took a breath, reaching up to grab his fingers delicately. Pulling them back, you placed a kiss to each one separately.

Something that made Tomura shiver. “Baby,” you said, “I know you’ll figure something out. You always do and I’ll always be here to support you.” that’s what you would always say, believing that it would bring Tomura comfort. After all, he was a man with a lot on his shoulders and if you could ease his stress somehow, you would. “Mm, do you?” he replied before leaning down to steal a kiss.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning quietly as you returned the kiss. His hot muscle came out, brushing against your lips before forcing them open. You shivered as your tongues danced but often more than not, Tomura sought out to dominate you and that’s exactly what he did. No matter what, he always had to be on top. It was his mindset and if you were being honest, you loved it.

You panted as he pulled away and he smirked, reaching out to wipe your bottom lip. He then pressed his forehead against yours, his long hair tickling your cheeks. “My pet …” he said in a soft whisper before smirking, his eyes lighting up and you knew exactly what he was planning next. He reached down, interlocking your fingers, and practically dragged you down the hallway and to his bedroom.

Once inside, he practically threw you onto the bed. Reaching down, he pulled his shirt over his head and his eyes narrowed on you. “Strip,” he said, that impatient growl in his voice indicated a warning. You better do as he said or punishment would follow. You quickly stripped yourself of your clothing and felt the bed drip, moments later Tomura was hovering over you. That same smirk on his face and a hungry glance in his eye.

You gasped as he leaned forward, kissing your neck sweetly. He then moved down to your chest, his lips working everywhere and his tongue came out to tease your nipples. Circling each one and giving it a quick suckle which had you moaning for more. But he ignored your cries and continued until he reached what he wanted. It was almost paralyzing, feeling the way his tongue worked to prepare you.

Lapping at you hungrily, trying to soften your entrance up enough for him to stick his tongue inside. You threw your head back, moaning as he thrust that hot muscle in and out. You clenched desperately around him, soft whimpers leaving your mouth. “Mm, my little pet wants me that bad huh?” he chuckled, the sound making you tremble before you nodded. “Please Tomura …” you said, and he took pride watching that lustful, desperate expression come to your face.

He leaned back, licking his lips of your essence. “Alright, pet. I’ll give you what you want.” another chuckle escaped him as he reached down, stroking his hard cock. The tip dripped with a thin line of precum and he carefully situated himself between your legs. Propping your feet on each shoulder before he lined himself up with your tight entrance and slowly pushed. You gasped as you felt him enter you, your walls clenching around his length.

Tomura hissed before snapping his hips forward causing you to scream out as he buried himself deep inside you. He panted, “So tight, maybe I should fuck you more often.” he swallowed before his arms extended out, resting right above your shoulders. His hands were curled into fists which sank into the soft mattress underneath you. In turn, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

His hips began moving, thrusting himself in and out which caused you to moan into the kiss. “Tomura …” you whimpered as you pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting your lips but Tomura didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he smiled and worked his hips faster. The bed moving and shaking underneath his actions. “Pet …” he said before leaning close, you looked into his eyes as he pressed his lips to yours again. 

You could feel him moan into your mouth and your nails dug into his back, though you knew you had to be careful. You didn’t want to give him any more scars, you gasped for air as he pulled away and brought one of his hands to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “You’re my light in a world of darkness,” he whispered and you nearly got choked up. “T-Tomura-ahh!” you clenched your jaw as his thrusts grew violent.

“Don't change pet, you’re mine and you always will be. Don’t you ever leave me. Understand!?” he snapped, his thrusts still violent as he pounded into you. The sound of your flesh slapping together echoed through the room. “Yes! Yes, Tomura! I won’t leave you, never I ...I love you.” you replied and he smiled before kissing you once more. “I love you too,” he whispered before emptying his seed inside of you, eventually he’d provide you with everything you deserved.

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Birthday Boys - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 : Welcome Home, Nii-san

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AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22242565/chapters/55292371

Sunlight filtered through the window and the rag they called a curtain. Dabi grumbled as the light hit his eyes, waking him. Rubbing his eyes and sitting up on the bed, the raven looks at his left. Shigaraki's light blue hair shinning with the morning light greeted him, as he moved to get more comfortable, hugging the pillow and taking all the sheets for himself and leaving Dabi bear to the world.

The older man chuckled as he watched his boyfriend create a nest out of their bed. For as long as he known Tomura, he knew the man was always cold. He had even seen him use long sleeves in the middle of summer. Dabi laid back in the bed and stared at his skinny boyfriend amused. He noticed the bed sheets slipping off of his shoulder. With a low moan, Dabi started leaving small kisses and nips at the pale skin that was still coverred in hickeys from yesterday. Tomura groaned and blinked himself awake.

He huffed in annoyance and turned his eyes to Dabi. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"But you're comfy..." Dabi said with a yawn and rolled on top of Shigaraki.

"Get your skinny ass off of me... " Tomura grumbled as he tried to burry himself into his pillow.

"You weren't complaining about my skinny ass yesterday" Dabi whispered in his ear. Tomura only groaned in responce. "It does feel a little sore. Won't you kiss it better?" Dabi continued teasing his boyfriend and, again, only got a groan as a responce. Although, louder and longer. "Well, can I at least kiss yours?"

Tomura stood up abruptly, making Dabi fall off the bed. Shigaraki was frowning down at his boyfriend as he looked up from his spot on the floor, looking smug as the little shit that he was. "You are bottoming until the bite heals." The pale man on the bed said and returned to his spot on the bed.

Dabi grinned and, standing up from the floor, stepped outside the room to go to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes, Dabi came back into the bedroom with a towel around his naked hips, his hair wet and a couple of rogue drops tracing a path throght all of his tattooed chest. As Dabi started getting dressed, Tomura was slowly getting out of the pile of sheets and pillows. By the time Dabi was ready, Tomura was sitting on the edge of the bed with only one blanket covering him like a robe, as he scratched lightly against his neck.

Dabi stood right in front of him and took his hands in his to stop him. He placed them around his own neck, making the other stand up from the bed, and when he was head to head with him, Dabi closed their distance, locking their lips into a tender kiss Tomura melted into. As the two separed their lips, Dabi hummed and fastened the bed sheet as a cape back on Tomura. "Y'know..." He sighted "You got horrible morning breath, creep" He told him and kissed the mole near his lips as Tomura pouted.

The two got out of the room and made their way through the apartment. Tomura going directly into the bathroom to shower and Dabi staying in the kitchen to make breakfast. He had made some coffee and had started pouring on cereal for Tomura as he sipped from one of the cups with coffee, the one with a MCR album picture, when said he stepped out the bathroom in his robe, a blast of steam coming out with him.

Dabi didn't understand how Tomura didn't cook himself alive with how hot he took his showers. He had learned to bath before Tomura, after their first week together as roommates. Tomura had run him out of hot water faster than anybody that had ever took a shower there. And that was an achievement, since Toga used to spend a lot of time here and always took two hours to get ready. Somehow, she had at least left hot water for him.

As he was making himself some toast with the oven, Tomura came out of the room wearing a black hoodie, black pants and his red sneakers. He took one of the cups, the one with mothman, and sat on the counter, with the bowl of dry cereal in his lap.

Once his toasts were done, Dabi pulled a chair next to his boyfriend. The two ate like that, with Tomura perched on the kitchen counter, eating dry cereal and Dabi spread on a chair near him as he ate almost-burned toast. They talked about Tomura's channel as they drank their coffee. The couple had actually really missed each other, and after spending an entire day making up for it, they still didn't want to spend time without the other.

But Tomura knew his boyfriend better than most. Dabi was avoiding something. And with how this last few weeks had gone, it didn't take a genius to deduce it was about his family. Or rather his sibblings and the promise he had made to his baby brother. From now on, starting next week, Shouto was going to work with Dabi on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and during this days, Dabi was supposed to contact the older pair of sibblings to try to reconnect.  

"When are you seeing your sibblings?" Shigaraki asked Dabi, shooting the elephant of the room.

"I'm going to call them later..." Dabi told him, avoiding his gaze and trying to move on from this topic.

"You can't just call them," He told the raven. "You have to go see them. You can't start something with one foot outside"

"I... have work, babe" He tried to find excuses that could work.

"How many booked session today?" Tomura asked, tired of his boyfriend actions.

"Umm... One in a bit" Dabi said as he stood up from his chair to clean as he finished his breakfast.

"Alright," Tomura finished his coffee and his cereal and hopped out of the counter. "Where does your brother study?"

"Karasuno College, Natsuo is in the volleyball team" Dabi told him. Tomura took out his phone as Dabi finished up in kitchen.

The two made their way downstairs to the shop. Dabi at the front, opening everything and Tomura behind him, still staring and messing with his phone. When they reached the place, Tomura sat at the register as Dabi opened and turned on the lights. As the place started looking alive again, Dabi went next to his boyfriend and grabbed his sketch book. Before he could look for his pencil, Tomura showed him what he was doing with his phone.

It was an itinerary of Natsuo's univercity's team. Apparently it was a big deal. Years back it was supposed to be the home of a famous volleyball team that had won thousands of medals or something. Dabi, though, already knew this as he had enterred this site thousand of times before, as he had kept tabs on all of his sibblings. The tattooed man looked expectantly at his boyfriend. Tomura was a natural schemer and strategiest, if he showed him something there was a plan formulating or in the process at the moment.

"They have practice at 4:30 Pm, that gives you enough time to finish this booked appointment, and catch him before his practice and spend an hour or two with him. I will take care the store today and call and re-schedule today, tomorrow and Saturdays appointments." Shigaraki told him with a tone that left no place for discussion and put his phone down.

Dabi was thinking of something to get out of going to see his brother, but he was coming up empty. His boyfriend could be terrifing when he wanted to. He was almost sure that Shigaraki Tomura could achieve world domination in a year. If he was honest with himself, for a while, when they still had the gang going on, he could of swore that the only thing holding Tomura back was himself and his twisted love for his Sensei. And if the Tomura-Empire ever happened, Dabi would make sure he was right there next to his boyfriend in every step of the way.

Right now though, he wasn't able to come with any excuse to avoid this and Tomura knew so, judging by the stupid smirk he had on. It could not have been a better moment for the doorbell-guitar to go off and as a guy in a black jacket came inside for his tattoo. Tomura checked him and as he enterred the the side room where Dabi would tattoo him, Tomura took the phone and Dabi's booked appointments information and started calling them.

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Natsuo was having a very shitty month.

First, his strangled brother appeared out of thin air after 10 years of silence. Which really ended as baddly as he should have expected.

Then, he couldn't even stand his family as they acted as if everything was okay after the whole Touya incident part II. Because what did you do when something was horrible? You made a sequel out of it and pretend you liked the result.

After that, his friends, who he thought were getting kind of annoying after going from praising the living daylight out of his Old Man, to curse him everytime he was mentioned, told him he should take a break during the next two matches and not participate. Because apparently, he looked "tense".

And finally, the cafeteria, who had been his happy place for a long time, had cancelled Taco Thursday, for a salad bar.

Which okay, he could get behind for his vegan girlfriend. But today he could practice again to participate in the next match with his team. He deserved a spicy mexican treat.

Leaving his girlfriend with her friends so that she could enjoy the salad bar, he growled all the way out of the building as he searched with his phone for a place where they sold mexican food. He had just stepped outside when he saw him. Black dyed hair, intence blue eyes, tattooes and piercings covering his body. He was leaning against a motorbike, who Natsuo had to admit, was cool as hell and talking through his phone. Without even thinking it, Natsuo put on his best, 'Oh, yeah, Endeavor is my dad' face and greeted Touya as he approached him.

He knew it was a bad idea, but if he could show him how much they needed him and how much they missed him, maybe Touya would stay.

He heard his brother say, "I'll call you later " before he turned his attencion to the albino. "So... You have to... work around here or something?" He asked, trying to break the ice.

Touya stared at him and Natsuo could feel the gaze burning his very being. And after not seeing one another for 10 years and going through a horrible reunion, the first thing Touya ever said to Natsuo was:

"Take that phony thing you call a smile off your face. It’s creepy”

Natsuo did and looked down. He was too ashamed of himself to face his brother. Of course he didn’t want him in his life anymore.

Natsuo had never been there for him. He had just left him get beaten by Dad like a punching bag and when Shouto was born, he tried to hog him all to himself. And when he had run away, he was the first one to lose hope of him ever returning. He had left him for dead. No, wonder he never came back.

“Listen, Natsuo... I came here to talk, It might go bad or not but, in the very least, we’ll get some closure” Dabi said, making the albino look up in hope.

“Really?” Natsuo asked dazed, to which Dabi just shrugged. “Well... I was craving some spicy food, so...”

“Sure, I saw some food trucks while I was coming here, we could check them out.” Touya said as he took two helmets out of the saddlebag of the bike. He gave Natsuo the shiny gray one as he put on the black one with flames drawn on it.

Natsuo took the helmet and gasped excited as he looked between the helmet, the motorcycle and his brother. Then he abruptly stopped.

“Can I drive?” He asked seriously

“Not even if die” Dabi told him. His brother put on the helmet with a pout and hopped on.

They arrived at a park a couple of minutes later. There were a couple of kids playing near some swings and a slide, some adults watching over them on a bench nearby and two food trucks. One sold donuts and the other burritos.

Natsuo and Dabi went to both, one settling for burritos aand the other getting a jelly donut. All the way there and while they order the food, Natsuo told Dabi about his classes and his girlfriend, and he would of continued if Dabi hadn’t stopped him. The two were seated in a bench near the playground, but far enough so that they didn’t bother the kids playing there.

“Touya died a long time ago,” Dabi started “I’m not the same person you knew. I changed. I’m Dabi now... And I know you loved Touya very much but,... I can’t be him anymore.”

Natsuo stared at him speechless. He didn’t know what to say. When he imagined what it would be like if Touya ever returned it never went like this. (Well, his fantasies also included Touya punching Enji and knocking him uncouncios, so...).

But, never, not even in the horrible dephs of his imagination could he have come up with this. Because, even if the man in front of him would deny it, he knew his brother. He knew Touya. And there was a little bit of that in Dabi still.

There was still the shame and guilt of not being able of protecting his family, his saddness over being unbearable to look at for Mom, the stubborn determination they all inherited from their Dad.

There were some differences, but the core was the same.

It was Touya, and Dabi. It was his brother.

And God, had Natsuo missed him.

The albino decided to let it go and threw his arms around him, smothering him in a hug. Dabi let go of the breath he was holding and returned Natsuo’s affection, patting him in the back in return.

“Okay, that’s... alright for now” Dabi told him and separated them.

Natsuo sniffed, and rubbed away the small tears that formed in his eyes. He gave his brother a bright and giant smile, which Dabi returned with a small one. But it didn’t matter. Things were getting better.

The  two stayed in the park until Natsuo had to leave for practice. They catched up as much as they could and even order more donuts, which Natsuo devoured and Dabi only ate one. As they parked in front of Karasuno’s gym, Natsuo gave his brother back his helmet and one last embrace.

“Oh, could you not tell Fuyumi about this? I kind of want to surprise her” Dabi asked the younger man.

“Sure... Hey, before you leave” Natsuo stopped him as he placed the keys on the ignition. “What made you change your mind? On your birthday you weren’t extactly happy to see us...”

Dabi sighed amused. “Shouto annoyed me until I caved” He told him and started the motorcycle. “See ya”

“Shouto, you damn brat...”

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After talking to his brother on Thursday, Dabi knew the easiest part was over. The two people left was Fuyumi and Mom.

He didn’t believe the doctors that took care of his mother would let him see her. And thinking about the woman really messed with his head. So, he would wait to cross that bridge when it came.

But Fuyumi was an issue all on her own.

It wasn’t that he feared she wouldn’t forgive him. What he most feared was her not accepting Touya was gone. He knew that she had still hope Touya would return before they knew about Dabi. And he felt it in his gut that she was not going to trancition Touya to Dabi like his brothers.  

And Dabi couldn’t take it. He didn’t like that part of himself, even if he knew he had meant a lot to his sibblings. He had burried Touya a long time ago. And Shouto and Natsuo had already understood that without much of a fuss.

He really doubted Fuyumi would.

He had called the next day, asking if they could talk and she had invited him to dinner. Shouto was going to spend the weekend with his friends at UA, and Natsuo with his girlfriend. They said they didn’t want to interrupt the moment between them. Really, they were being smart and taking cover from the catastrophy Fuyumi’s and Dabi’s dinner was going to be.

He arrived at the apartment and when Fuyumi opened the door, he knew this was going to be a worse shit-show than he imagined.

Fuyumi had cooked Sukiyaki and Miso Tofu soup. Touya’s favourite dish. That took a lot of time to cook. Like a big, warm, welcome-back present.

Great.

He had barely stepped into the threshold when he came to an abrupt stop. Fuyumi, who was already in the talking about something excitedly, turned confused at him.

“I... Touya,” And suddenly Dabi felt like throwing up. He had to tell her, she deserved to know. But he couldn’t get the worlds out. He was terrified that Fuyumi would only accept Touya and nothing else. “Stop waiting for him,..” He finally said “Touya was gone the moment he ran away. I’m not him anymore. I can't.” He could feel the tears coming “I can’t hold your hand as we come back from school, and I can’t help you with your homework anymore.” He sniffed, willing his eyes to dry out of tears. “I’m Dabi now.”

Fuyumi sniffed and ran to him. The two collided in a mix of limbs. “I don’t care. I’m just happy my big brother, whoever he may be now, is back home and safe” She took his face and leveled him with her, looking directly into his eyes, with tears streaming down their cheeks. "Welcome back home, nii-san"

The two hugged for a while, enjoying the other warmth that they have missed. Once they separated, the two adults talked quietly to the other. about what had happened and how they were going to move on from there. All while they ate Fuyumi’s delicious cooking, accompanied with a glass of wine.

Fuyumi did give permission to Shouto to work in Inferno, but he wasn’t allowed to get any tattooes or pierciengs until he was 18. And she also expected to have a formal dinner with Shigaraki.

“Oh, I asked mom’s therapist and she said that if she reacted well to the news, you should be able to see her”

Dabi swallowed down his nervousness. The last time he had seen his mom, she had screamed like crazy and had pleaded mercy while calling him Enji. That had been a couple of months before Shouto’s accident.

“If you don’t feel ready, we can keep her in the dark but... she misses you a lot”

Dabi regreted what he told her until he got home.

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Hi there! 

Novice writer, long time reader. I decided to give the fandom some love and write some trash Shigadabi fiction. Because why not, right? The first chapter is up, with a whole lot of to be continued… Rated M. Angst/Hurt/Comfort. 


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CHAPTER ONE - ACCIDENTAL ATTRACTION

 Shigaraki Tomura tugged anxiously at the high collar of his UA gym uniform, scratching frantically at the skin below, but no matter how hard he clawed at himself, the oppressive material continued to bother him. He was uncomfortable, covered in a thick layer of grime and wanted nothing more than to strip down and wash away the remnants of what turned out to be a disaster period of partnered combat training at UA.

 He sighed and shifted his gaze to the clock mounted on the wall in front of him, immediately one of his eyes began to twitch in unison with the steady ticking second hand. Usually the sound would not have irritated him, however, in the eerie silence of the empty infirmary that persistent click was amplified until it was the only thing he could focus on.

 Tick. Tick. Tick. 

 “How annoying.” Shigaraki thought, and with indignation folded his arms roughly over his chest. A hiss of pain followed the movement causing him to lower his arms back down. He groaned as he swept the palm of his hand tenderly over his rib cage, trying to locate the source of the distress and growing angrier, and more frustrated in the process. 

 He shouldn’t have been there. 

Sitting alone, battered and bruised with a possible broken rib and waiting on someone to come and heal him was not how the morning was supposed to go. Right about now, he was supposed to be basking in the afterglow of a victory! Instead, he had failed his very first exam at UA. And now his head hurt courtesy of the bump he had received from falling hard into the ground, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything other than being batshit mad.

Where was Recovery Girl?

Just as Shigaraki was about to get up and go in search of some help, because sitting around doing nothing was driving him up the wall, the door to the infirmary swung open hard, with much more force than required. It bounced against the wall, creating a loud bang and worsening the already constant pounding in his temples.

A pair of vibrant blue eyes met Shigaraki’s petulant gaze.

Dabi.

“YOU!” Shigaraki growled, gritting his teeth.

That fucking zombie! It was all his fault that Shiagaraki had been injured in the first place, and why they had failed the test. Paired up in what was to be a graded teamwork challenge, Dabi, the egotistical jerk, had deviated from their pre-planned attack, and at the most critical point in the battle, leaving Shigaraki to clean up the mess.

He didn’t remember all the events leading up to the combat robot’s final demise as he was one-hundred percent certain that he had been knocked unconscious for a second or two when one of the damned monstrosities had knocked him aside using one of its powerful metal legs - like he was nothing more than an empty tin can. What he did remember was the pain. But regardless of the agony he felt when the robot’s heavy foot clamped down on him, Shigaraki had managed to secure his hand on the mechanical giant. One hand was all he needed. The metal foot disintegrated first, offering him some relief from the heavy pressure bearing down on his torso, and then the rest of the metal body crumbled away, raining down on Shigaraki’s battered body like a dusting of fresh snow.

Dabi remained on the outskirts of this event, standing and unscathed. So much for teamwork.

“GET OUT!” Shigaraki fumed, scratching wildly at his irritated neck.

“So belligerent,” Ignoring Shigaraki’s fumes, the taller boy offered his partner an impish grin as he casually crossed the room. He idled right up to the cot Shigaraki was sitting on until he was standing in his classmate’s personal space, looming, “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

That conceited asshole! Was Dabi taunting him? Shigaraki scowled but couldn’t help his face from lighting up with heat. Dabi’s presence was exceptionally commanding, and unavoidable, standing so close with his thighs pressed against Shiagraki’s bent legs.

“Bullshit,” Shigaraki spat back, livid. He abruptly turned his cheek to his so-called friend.

Dabi laughed, low and deep. “Okay. You got me,” He admitted, “I was sent to check up on you.” He pressed closer into Shigaraki, pushing his knees apart so he could get a better look at the injuries he had sustained. “Let me see your face, Mop Head.”

A sardonic chuckle left Shigaraki’s tightly closed lips, “I don’t think you understand the sheer amount of willpower it is taking for me to not punch you in the face right now. Go away before the thread holding my sanity together snaps. With just one touch, I will reduce you to a pile of ash!”

“Feisty,” Dabi returned, seemingly unphased by the other boy’s callous intent. His dominant personality wouldn’t allow him to withdraw so easily. Perilous or not, he liked things to go his way. He lifted his arm, and wrapped his fingers over Shigaraki’s chin, thumb brushing his jawline as he turned the other boys face slowly back towards him.

He narrowed his eyes.

Shigaraki’s bottom lip was busted open and bleeding, looking purple in the very centre were all the blood vessels were damaged. There was a darkening bruise on his cheek, and another along his jawline, and his left eye was starting to swell. He probably had other injuries too, things that Dabi couldn’t make out beneath Shigaraki’s clothes, even if the UA sports uniform was very fitted to his body. It was also flecked with blood.

“You look like shit.” Dabi proclaimed, still holding Shigaraki’s face in place, “More than usual.”

Shigaraki’s face grew warmer as his anger level shot up from 100 to 1000. It was almost if Dabi was baiting him to react. Violently. And to his own chagrin, it was working. Gritting his teeth again, Shigaraki lifted his own hand and reached towards his classmate’s neck with the intent to harm.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Yes.”

Quickly, Dabi lowered his head until he felt the hot breath issuing from between Shiagaraki’s parted lips, “Not yet.” He whispered, and without any ounce of hesitation closed the remaining distance between them to press his mouth firmly down against his rivals. A kiss that had been a long time in the making, a kiss that he had been desiring.

Shigaraki gasped but those warm, soft lips didn't quell his anger. He slowly wrapped his hand around the smooth column of Dabi’s neck. One finger, two, three, and then four. His pinky lingered just above the surface of the skin, threatening to touch down at any moment.

A muffled, strangulated groan left Dabi’s mouth, like he enjoyed being on the edge of death, one finger away from the end of his existence. He tilted his head, delving deeper into the depths of Shigaraki’s mouth, seeking more contact.

Fuck! The power Shigaraki ultimately held over his classmate in that moment was thrilling! He would never admit to it, but the ultimate surrender of life which had Dabi leaving his fate hanging delicately in Shigaraki’s hand, turned him on.

But on the other hand, Shigaraki also absolutely hated how his body reacted to Dabi. It seemed so involuntary. The ultimate betrayal of himself. He couldn’t control the heat, nor the skipping beat of his heart, or that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. And he didn’t understand why. By all accounts, he and Dabi did not get along, they were rivals, and were always butting heads or fighting with each other. Shigaraki would even go as far as saying that he did not really like that arrogant asshole and yet he couldn’t deny being attracted to him.

Of course, Dabi was not oblivious. He liked to toy with Shigaraki, and he was always the one to initiate their fragile and often violent encounters. It had been that way since they had both joined the Hero Course. Hate, with brief moments of blind affection.

That relationship did not seem like it was going to end any time soon.

Dabi pulled away from the kiss, but allowed his tongue to gently sweep Shigaraki’s lower, busted lip, the bleeding cut a reminder of the earlier incident. “Fucking disgusting,” He mumbled, licking over his own lips as the metallic tang of blood overwhelmed his sense of taste. But he went back in for more, stroking his tongue over Shigaraki’s lip once again with a slower, more tantalizing caress, clearing away the bloody red evidence.

Shigaraki curled his fingers against Dabi’s neck, blunt nails biting into the skin, “Try that again and I will really kill you.”

Dabi smirked and pulled his face away a fraction, “I should have stuck to the plan,” He admitted. And it sounded sincere too which threw Shigaraki for a loop. It wasn’t often that Dabi admitted that he had been the one to screw up.

It wasn’t much of an apology, but it was more than Shigaraki could expect.

“You think?” Shigaraki grumbled, agitated, and batted at the hand that still held firmly onto his face. The movement caused another hiss of pain to pass his pursed lips.

Dabi obliged to that small smack, carefully releasing Shigaraki’s chin, but remained in close proximity. “Break something?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

The corner of Dabi’s mouth kicked up into an audacious grin, “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Fuck off.”

Dabi chuckled, “Well, maybe you’ll be happy to know that I got chewed out by Mr. Aizawa.”

“Why would that make me happy?” Shigaraki returned, hugging his waist carefully.

“You want to hurt me?”

“That would make me happy.”

“Mmm,” Dabi leaned in a little closer once again, and Shigaraki immediately turned his head away, keeping his mouth out of kissing range. He wasn’t going to let himself get trapped by Dabi’s devilish lips once again.

“I want to tell you something.” Dabi confessed, warm breath tickling Shigaraki’s cheek.

Shigaraki tensed, squeezing his eyes shut so he would not be tempted by Dabi’s smooth, low toned voice. He could get through whatever the damn zombie boy had to say without another make out session and leave it at that.

“I just wanted you to know how much…”

Shigaraki wouldn’t get to find out what Dabi wanted him to know. A nurse had finally arrived, interrupting their exchange and swooping in on Shigaraki with an ice pack in one hand, a cup of water and two aspirin in the other.

He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed by the disruption.

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SUMMARY:  UA Hero Course - Third Year. Shigaraki Tomura and Dabi have been classmates and rivals since their very first day at UA. But with new feelings developing how will they cope given their history of fragile and often violent encounters? Their dance begins after a partnered training exam goes wrong, leaving Shigaraki wounded and Dabi feeling guilty. AU.

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CHAPTER TWO - AFTER CARE

It turns out, there is not a whole lot anyone can do for a broken rib and Shigaraki was destined to suffer through any related discomfort. For a few days anyway. Recovery Girl was the only soul who could instantly repair Shigaraki’s more serious injuries and she had been called away for an emergency. Pro Hero’s were a priority. Obviously.

After a careful and thorough examination, to which Dabi paid very close attention to, the nurse had cleaned Shigaraki’s wounds and patched him up as best she could. Rest was what he needed now, and healing would come with time. That was all she could do, she released him from her care.

Dabi was not so satisfied with the nurse’s final prescription though. Rest and two aspirin? That was almost laughable. The poor kid had broken bones! Of course, she could neither confirm or deny that, because she wasn’t a doctor, and suggested that only an x-ray would make it certain. But being who he was, Shigaraki stubbornly declined going to a Hospital for an actual physical citing that it was “a waste of his time,” especially if there wasn’t anything they could do for him.

Dabi, on the other hand didn’t think a hospital was a bad idea, he was one-hundred percent sure Shigaraki had broken something. Not only did his friend look exceptionally sour, more so than usual, but Dabi could also see pain reflected in his eyes - he was doing an extremely good job at hiding it but Dabi could tell that he was uncomfortable. Heck, even the surface wounds looked… ugly; long red scratches ran across his midsection, and darkening purple bruises framed them, spreading outwards like storm clouds rolling in.

Dabi cringed every time he thought about the accident, and his stomach immediately knotted up with guilt. Seeing the injuries only made him feel more nauseous. It could have been him. Yet, Shigaraki had selflessly sacrificed his own body to save him from that very fate - pushing Dabi away from the threat and into the clear just as the combat robot stomped its enormous metal foot down. It was Dabi’s fault. Shigaraki had been injured because of his own selfishness. He had screwed up, veering from a plan that guaranteed success just so he could prove to everyone that his quirk was strong in its own right, that he didn’t need to live in Shigaraki’s shadow to win. He wanted everyone to see what he was capable of and it had backfired terribly. If anything, it cemented the fact that Shigaraki was a superior hero because even in the midst of a disaster, and with the threat of death literally bearing down onto him, Shigaraki had still managed to fight back and win.

Dabi scrubbed his hands roughly over his face before pushing his fingers through his hair. He felt something akin to regret and shame stab him directly in the heart. Shigaraki, who never gave Dabi the time of the day, had acted heroically and saved him!

Did he care about Dabi? Or was it just instinctual?

Dabi knew he cared about Shigaraki, oh how he did he care! Despite how it may have come across or what anyone thought for that matter, he had a major soft spot for the boy with the bluish grey locks. He would even go as far as saying he had a crush on Shigaraki and maybe, just maybe, he had broken ranks and acted on his own simply to show off to Shigaraki and to gain the boys attention.

Of course, none of this he would admit to it out loud. He had a pretense to maintain - one that everyone seemed to be attracted too… except for Shigaraki that was.

Even right after the incident, he tried to move on - cool, calm, collected - and pretend that the accident was just a little accident, no big deal. A couple of hours would pass and then everything would return to ordinary life at UA. But when Shigaraki didn’t return for any of the following morning classes, Dabi knew this was bigger than just a little mistake.

It nagged him all morning, until the guilt forced him to the infirmary instead of the cafeteria for lunch. Yeah, it had been his choice to check in Shigaraki - not a teacher, not another student - not anyone or anything else but his own berating self-conscious. He needed to… make things right with Shigaraki. Or at least help in any way he could.

A sharp grunt of pain caught Dabi’s attention, bringing him out of his own head and away from his remorseful thoughts.

Shigaraki was now standing and attempting to get his shirt back on without jostling his body too much. The nurse had released him from her care.

“No, that would not do.” Dabi thought silently, narrowing his eyes.

“Don’t move.” He pointed at Shigaraki as he hopped off the adjacent bed he had been lounging on and crossed the short distance to approach the nurse. The stare he earned in return from the boy was nastier than death.

“Aren’t you going to give him something for the pain?” Dabi questioned, getting right into the lady’s personal space.

She shrunk away, hugging the clipboard she had been scribbling on to her chest, “I’m not really auth…”

Dabi immediately cut her off, interrupting her train of thought, though the routine was done with a grin, “You can’t let him go like this.”

“Yes, she can. And I’m going,” Shigaraki interjected, his patience had worn thin. Dabi understood why, he wanted to get out of there after being cooped up for so many hours, but this wasn’t right.

“I said don’t move.” Dabi reiterated, firmly.

After some additional smooth and charismatic badgering from Dabi, the nurse eventually agreed to prescribe her patient something a little stronger than aspirin. Though it was with a certain amount of reluctance.

With pink flushed cheeks, she disappeared and then reappeared, a syringe in one hand and a small pill bottle in the other. She didn’t say anything as she carefully sat Shigaraki back down on the edge of the cot and prepared his arm for an injection. She repeatedly glanced at Dabi from the corner of her eye while she worked.

“Ow.” Shigaraki snapped when he was stabbed in the arm with the needle.

Dabi smirked. “You’re welcome.”

“Shut up!” Shigaraki barked back.

“Are you also injured?” The nurse inquired, searching Dabi’s face openly now. It was hard to tell with all the scars and the stitching, or maybe she was just enjoying the view, an excuse to admire his unconventional good looks. It seemed to be the case, and Dabi was eating up the reverence.

“Not a scratch.” He replied, smug.

“Asshole,” Shigaraki muttered under his breath, frantically scratching at his arm where the needle had pierced his skin.

“You have blood on your mouth.” The nurse added, ignoring the boys childish banter, still focusing on Dabi.

“It’s not mine,” Dabi assured, shifting his gaze, and being absolutely delighted when Shigaraki’s face inflamed with heat. The sloppy kiss they had shared earlier was still fresh in both of their minds.

She raised a curious brow and then snapped off her latex gloves, tossing them in a nearby garbage can. “I’m done here. Your friend will probably need some help getting back to the dorms. I administered a pretty strong painkiller.”

“We’re not friends,” Shigaraki immediately put in, his words slurring suddenly. He blinked. And blinked again. His eyes were not focusing properly, and the world around him was becoming a blurry haze. He frowned and pressed the palm of his hand to his temple attempting to rub away the fog that was settling over mind.

Dabi eyed Shigaraki with curiosity, picking up on his classmates’ abrupt change in disposition. “I’ll get him back to his room. Don’t worry.” The corner of his mouth kicked up into an amused grin. Those drugs worked fast...

The nurse thrust a bottle of pills into Dabi’s hand, “These are for later. They’re not as strong as what I just gave him, but they’ll help manage the pain. And ah, you didn’t get these from me.”

“Get what?” Dabi grinned. He offered the nurse a wink and then stuffed the pills in his pocket out of sight.

More blushing ensued, she coughed to clear her throat and added, “Just make sure he gets some rest. That’s what he needs right now.”

“Got it,” Dabi nodded.

The nurse bowed her head in return, flicked her gaze over to Shigaraki then back to Dabi before exiting the room, leaving the two boys alone.

“Okay, Mop head, let’s go. I’ll tuck you in.”

Silence.

Dabi swore he heard crickets.

“Shigaraki?” Again, nothing.

Now, this was highly unusual. Usually Dabi would have been met with a snappy response from Shigaraki - he was the king of the smart mouths after all - but this time, nothing. Dabi was almost concerned, though, it did appear Shigaraki was not all completely there any longer. He seemed to be having a hard time processing where he was and what he was doing.

Dabi touched his friends forearm, before drawing his hand back immediately, encouraging Shigaraki to start walking with him, “Let’s go.”

Shigaraki managed a nod, but remained silent, and followed Dabi’s lead whilst anxiously scratching at his neck. He felt… off. Groggy and unbalanced, yet the pain in his side was decreasing and becoming duller.

They slowly made their way back to the dorms, Shigaraki moving at a much slower pace then normal as he tried to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. Dabi kept glancing over at his classmate, biting back a grin as he watched the internal struggle of walking while buzzed.

“You okay, Mop Head?” Dabi asked.

Shigaraki was not at all pleased, and he flipped Dabi off, scowling, before he stumbled over his own two feet… on a flat surface.

Dabi reacted immediately, reaching out to Shigaraki to save him falling flat on his face. “Careful,” Dabi cautioned, his arm tentatively sliding around Shigaraki’s waist. Dabi braced himself for retaliation, Shigaraki didn’t like to be touched and usually made it quite clear vocally and physically, but surprisingly, there were no angry outbursts or protests of threats of death. Instead, the other boy leaned into Dabi for support.

To say Dabi was thrilled by this new development was an understatement. He was actually holding Shigaraki! Whatever painkiller that nurse had injected into Shigaraki had pacified his usual contentiousness and softened out his perpetually annoyed expression and furrowed brow. Dabi knew that this wasn’t the most appropriate to be celebrating, considering Shigaraki was still injured, but he couldn’t stop smiling.

His crush, who was normally this angry, kind of feral, gremlin boy who didn’t like to be touched was now putty in his hands. Placid even. A model student who had no objections when Dabi laid him down onto his bed - instead of returning Shigaraki to his own dorm room.

“Hmph.” Shigaraki grunted as he hit the mattress, “Ouch.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Dabi apologized, more careful now as he removed Shigaraki’s dirty sneakers. They dropped to the floor, each one with a loud thud. “You know, I never in a million years thought I'd ever get you into my bed,” Dabi admitted, and then carefully maneuvered his friend higher up on the mattress until his head hit the pillow.

“Go away,” Shigaraki mumbled angrily in return, curling up and trying to nestle his face into the pillow.

“Shhh,” Dabi whispered, brushing thick locks of blue-grey hair away from Shigaraki’s forehead. He didn’t get much in return from the other boy, but his brow did furrow, and he tipped his head further away from Dabi’s hand.

This wasn’t exactly how Dabi imagined their first time in bed together was going to be like, but he would take it.

“Mop Head,” Dabi snapped his fingers in front of Shigaraki’s face, earning him a scowl in return. Shigaraki twisted his head, staring back at him. His eyes were glassy and half-lidded with large dilated pupils. They almost sparkled under the light of the room. “How high are you?”

“Get out of my room!” Shigaraki barked back, and then sunk his face back into the pillow.

Dabi snickered. “Okay.” Shigaraki was well and truly tanked. He had absolutely no idea where he was, and his voice, though Dabi could tell he was agitated it just didn’t have the same threatening bite that it usually did. And the retort was there, on the tip of his tongue. Unfortunately, Dabi was staring at the angry line of Shigaraki’s mouth, finding it very appealing even then, and he forgot his snappy reply.

Instead, Dabi leaned over, swooping in on his friend and claiming his mouth in a hard kiss. He grabbed at Shigaraki’s messy hair, curling his fingers around the thick locks near the roots to make sure Shigaraki wasn’t going to pull away.

Shigaraki responded with a gasp, pushing at Dabi, trying to dislodge him. But there wasn’t much force behind the gesture at all. Dabi tolerated the shoving hands for a few seconds, before Shigaraki’s fingers twitched, like he was going to defend himself from Dabi’s advances but instead his hands curled in on his shirt in resignation, unconsciously tugging him closer.

A deep groan rumbled within the chasm of Dabi’s broad chest until he was leaning his body closer to Shigaraki’s. His tongue slipped inside the other boys’ mouth, and Shigaraki matched Dabi’s sounds of pleasure.

When they broke off ten seconds later, gasping for breath, Shigaraki held a shaky hand up. He was not thinking clearly, his head full of confusion.

“Stop.”

“Why? Don’t you want this?” Dabi moved in for another kiss.

Shigaraki’s cheeks flushed, he refused to answer, stopping Dabi’s downward descent.

“You can do whatever you want to me. I don’t care. Scratch me, dig your nails in, bite me.” Dabi explained in a low, appealing voice - assuming Shigaraki might have some anger he wanted to work through. “Just as long as you kiss me.”

“What?” Shigaraki scowled, his brow knitting tight together. The way Dabi was talking… this was making him feel more than uneasy.

Dabi lifted a hand to cup Shigaraki’s cheek, and he brushed the pad of his thumb slowly back and forth. Shigaraki blinked and Dabi raised his free hand, swiping the light hair away from Shigaraki’s eyes.

What was this?

“I don’t want to hurt you, idiot.” Shigaraki finally admitted. Maybe it was just the drugs talking but it felt genuine.

“Okay,” Dabi said with a faint smile, fingertips sliding down Shigaraki’s cheek, enjoying the soft skin - the absence of stubble along his jawline.

Shigaraki shivered, and his eyes fluttered closed.

Curling his fingers beneath the boys’ chin, Dabi slowly lowered his head, reclaiming Shigaraki’s full lips again. He kissed the other boy tenderly; raw with emotion and need. Words could not accurately describe just how intoxicating a kiss like that could be. It was filled with fear and excitement, it was a kiss that could break everything, it was a kiss that could mend. But there was a volatility to the sweetness of that kiss. A threat.

This time, Shigaraki didn’t fight it. He softened beneath Dabi’s mouth with a sound that started out like a sigh, and then turned into a strangled moan. There was a dip in the mattress, Dabi set his knee on the bed right next to Shigaraki’s thigh, a bold move to get even closer as they kissed.

For a moment, at least, any animosity between them was forgotten.

But for how long?

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