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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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languor (m)

❥shigaraki tomura x fem!reader

❥warnings: incest, noncon somnophilia, dry-humping, mentions of thigh-fucking + masturbation, degradation, humiliation, drunk!reader, misogyny + slut-shaming

❥word count: 3.6k

❣︎note: i had this written up a while ago but because it’s tomura’s bday here’s a fic🥳i think she deactivated but thank you to @.koiibito for helping me with the ideas for this fic. i miss her </3 but happy birthday shigaraki!!

it was always just you and him. y/n and tomura- there wasn’t a need for anyone else. family, friends, associates- nobody else mattered because all shigaraki knew was that he had you, and you only had him. it was pretty much an ego boost to be the centre of your world. nothing mattered in comparison to him, the sun and the stars and the moon didn’t shine as bright compared to him, your precious little otouto.

until it changes. shigaraki isn’t sure when it did, but the realisation came too late when you stumbled into the abandoned bar just a mere hour away from sunrise. you’d stumbled against the wooden door, giggling into the sleeve of your coat as shigaraki watched you with his crimson eyes, taking in your dishevelled hair, the lipstick smeared across the corners of your swollen lips, the purple bruises scattered down your throat, disappearing under the low neckline of your tiny bodycon dress. he hadn’t spoken to you for a week after that and his neck had bled from how he’d clawed at it. but you didn’t care. you didn’t clean up the little scars he’d itched onto his own throat or give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and tell him to stop worrying so much, you just simply went out at nightfall and returned in the early hours of the morning, drunk and high on pleasure again and again.

to put it simply, you’d become a slut. his precious, pure, kind neechan is a slut, shigaraki decides as he stares at your sleeping form sprawled across the bed. you’d passed out as soon as it seems; makeup still painted on your face, mascara smudged and lipstick smeared across your chin, your tiny little dress riding up your thighs enough to reveal the tiny lacy thong that he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from. there’d been a strong smell of alcohol clinging to you when you came in, and he clearly saw the hickeys along your neck when you’d plastered drunken kisses over his cheeks, a bit too close to his lips pressed in a grim line. what had you been up to?

you’re too deep in sleep to stir when he sits at the end of the bed beside you, gazing at you carefully. he could almost see it- see the stranger who you’d knelt for, batting your lashes as he took out his cock. you must’ve been such a whore you must’ve been moaning when he shoved his cock down your throat, fucking your face as tears ran down your cheeks and drool spilled from your lips. you probably let him simply slide your panties to the side, let him stroke your wet folds to feel how fucking soaked you were, let him swirl your clit and fuck you, biting and sucking hickeys along your throat, groping your tits fuck-

sheer hot, red anger floods shigaraki as he stares at you. you look so innocent, so carefree as you sleep but he knows that’s all a lie. that you’re disgusting and cheap and you’ll do anything to have a cock down your throat or in that cunt of yours, and he hates you for it. why do you need so much attention from men? you were desperate for it, always joking around with dabi and mr. compress and you were proud of it- he’d heard you telling toga all about your secrets on how to charm men because you’d know exactly how to do so. you’re such a stupid, needy, attention-seeking bitch and he hates it.

or maybe it’s jealousy. maybe his own imagination has spurred him on too much because shigaraki can’t push away the visceral images of you getting fucked in some back-alley behind a club, your dress hiked up to your waist and legs wrapped around some stranger’s waist, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you messily and slick dribbling down your thighs as you let him fuck your pussy. he hates the thoughts- but he can’t push them away, not as blood rushes to his cock and he can feel it harden in his pants. he gazes at you again, taking in your peacefully sleeping face, your tits pushed up in that padded bra and the curve of your plush ass- it’ll serve you right. you’ll never know and it’ll serve you right to be used by your otouto, to make you into a disgusting, sick little pervert.

you don’t move as he crawls into bed beside you, slotting his body against yours. you’re warm and soft, smelling of alcohol and your peach body wash mixed together, familiar enough for shikagaraki’s eyes to flutter shut as he inhales it in deeply. your chest rises and falls with your slow, steady breathing, body still and warm as he slides an arm around your waist, pushing you flush against him. a small groan falls from his lips as he feels the softness of your ass pressing against his crotch- his dick is hardening, growing stiffer against the tight restrains of his pants and a low soft moan escapes him as he slowly starts to grind his hips against you. you don’t move. nothing. it’s the perfect chance for him to continue as he starts to rut against you faster, the layers of fabric providing friction to rub his hard, sensitive cock against. warm pleasure runs through him, permeated with a sick thrill. this is what you deserve, his dumb, attention-seeking nee-san who thinks she can get away with being a whore, with going out every night with random men and acting like he doesn’t exist. this is what you deserve, to be used by your little brother in a sick, disgusting way.

shigaraki groans as he buries his face into your hair, your soft strands smelling so much of you as it tickles his face. you’re so warm as he presses his hardened cock into you, rubbing it against your ass faster, the bed shaking slightly against the headboard as the coil in his stomach grows tighter and tighter- and it snaps. his moans are muffled in your hair as he climaxes, hot cum spurting out into a sticky mess in his boxers, the front of his pants darkening as he gasps.

and you’re still sleeping without a care in the world of how sordidly you’ve been used. of course- shigaraki knew you’d like this.

it only seems to encourage him more. it’s so easy when you’re so deep in sleep from your regular night-outs that the moment your head hits the pillow you’re fast asleep, a small, peaceful smile painted on your face as shigaraki watches you from the doorway. your chest heaves with every slow breath and your dress always rides up, tits pushed up that he’s already palming himself as he creeps towards your bed. and it seems with every high he needs more and more. rutting against you in his sweatpants till he’s creaming them soon turns into him tugging them down, spitting on the palm of his hand and groaning lowly as he strokes his cock. you don’t stir as he pumps his dick to your sleeping body, not even when he tugs down your dress enough for your pretty tits to pop out, nipples pebbling in the cool night air. and when he’d gotten tired enough of that, he easily moved on to more. guilt became dull when he’d started to ignore it enough- after all, morality is just a myth. and the ugly heaviness in his chest that made his skin crawl was easily overpowered by the pure euphoria flowing through him at sliding his cock between your soft thighs, fucking the smooth skin and feeling the warmth of your cunt glide over his stiff cock, the growing wetness warm against his veiny skin, to bury his moans into your body and spurt cum all over your skin, leaving it to dry into hardened crust by morning. your sleepy whines were always so cute, little sighs and the corners of your lips twitching as shigaraki used your body, as he pinched your swelling clit and your sensitive nipples- but you never stirred, too lost in the abyss of sleep, lost in dreamworld. maybe your dreams were just as perverse as reality- that you were only getting wetter because your mind was filled with the image of your little otouto using you, of keeping you to himself, because you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

and you’re none the wiser. you wake a hazy, groggy mess, giving shigaraki a sleepy smile as you’re making your morning coffee whilst he watches you with a gleam in his crimson eyes.

“did my little otouto sleep well?” you coo, pinching his cheeks and pressing a kiss to them which makes him scoff as he shoves you away, toga and dabi trying to hold back their snickers.

“what about you, nee-san? did you sleep well?” your smile is so innocent, so unsuspecting as shigaraki’s lip curls under his mess of blue locks.

“i slept like a log. best sleep i’ve ever had in a long time.” his cock throbs with the thrill as he watches you pour your coffee and sigh as you take the first sip. you know nothing- know nothing of how your lewd little brother uses you to get off, how he fucks between your thighs, gliding his cock along your cunny and drools all over your hardened nipples till he creamed all over you, how you probably still have his sticky cum clinging to the inside of your thighs underneath those sweatpants, how you’d mewled and sighed as he used you without your knowledge. how disgusting you were. how sinful and degenerate and gross you are.

but the thing with vices is that they’re addictive.

shigaraki releases a low groan as he slides into your bed. you’d come home earlier tonight, still smiling lopsidedly as you stumbled through the bar, pressing yourself into him in a hug with your chest squished against his.

“my little tomura,” you’d giggled sleepily, locking your arms around his neck as you kissed his cheek. “you’re such a sweet little brother.” he’d taken you to bed before you’d passed out in his arms, your eyelids drooping and by the time he’d pulled the bedsheets over you, you’re fast asleep. your chest heaves with your slow, deep breathing, a peaceful smile grazing your lips as your eyelids flutter with fantasy dreams. peaceful. and still. it makes his cock throb.

you don’t stir as he peels off your tiny little dress, the cool air making your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples pebble, before he reaches for your skimpy little panties. entirely naked- the sight makes him inhale sharply, his stiff cock hardening more than he thought possible in his sweatpants as he ruts his hips against your thighs. you’re completely still as he leans close to your face, a slight twitch apparent when his blue hair tickles your cheek but you smell so soft, even after a night-out surrounded by alcohol, by gross disgusting men sweating all around you. he could see it right now- how you’d been such a cheap whore, kissing strangers, letting them grope you through your clothes, letting them grind their cocks against your ass. what other dirty things had you done? but never mind that, shigaraki thinks as he brushes your hair out of your face, his eyes lingering on those plump lips of yours, painted with lipstick. it’s nothing compared to the way he was using your slutty body, the way he was ruining you in the most perverse, degenerate ways and like the dirty whore you are, you like it.

your lips taste of alcohol when he presses his to them, kissing you for the first time. but they’re addictive, making him groan against you as he grips your jaw, prising it open enough to be able to force his tongue through. he licks along your still tongue, against your mouth and in your sleep you barely make a sound as he makes you a drooling mess, finally pulling away for your red lipstick to be smeared across the corners of your lips, lips swollen and wet.

“dirty slut.” shigaraki mutters. your mouth is open, enough for him to stretch it out further with two fingers against your tongue. you start to salivate already, his fingertips growing wet with your drool before he spits, the wet globule landing down the back of your throat. you cough slightly, still lost in sleep and it makes the corners of his lips curl into a dark smile. “fuck, you’re filthy. aren’t you?” he pulls his wet fingers from your mouth, ghosting them down your skin which pebbles with goosebumps, a little shudder pulled from your sleeping form, till he reaches your nipples.

a soft mewl falls from your lips as he pinches them, gritting his teeth as his dick throbs in the tight restrains of his pants, and your sleeping face relaxes as he begins to rub them. slow at first and he knows even though through your sleep, you’re sensitive still. so responsive, it makes disgust leach into him.

“you’ll take any chance to be used, huh?” he murmurs, lowering his face to your chest. “you love being a whore this much?” he groans a little as his lips wrap around the other bud, sucking and flicking his tongue over it whilst you groan, a little crease appearing between your brows as you twitch. you’d never been this responsive before- but after all, this is the first time shigaraki’s using you so much. and yet all your little noises, your little movements- you love this. you love your gross little brother touching you in such perverse, degenerate ways.

he releases the bud with a wet pop, travelling down your body to push your legs apart, revealing your cunt. he’d played with it plenty, but never once actually used it and the anticipation was making him desperate already, a groan stuck in his throat as he begins to rut against you. his hand trembles as he reaches out for it, fingertips tapping against your swelling clit at first before sliding down to your folds. it isn’t hard to pick up on the wetness slickening his fingertips or the little sigh that falls from your lips as he strokes your pussy, your head turning on the pillow with a soft moan.

“fucking slut.” he hisses. still fast asleep, you groan as he slides a finger into your tight little hole. your walls clamp down hard, wetness growing as he pumps it. “your whore cunt’s getting wet already and i’ve only put a single finger in it. how greedy are you?” he still adds a second, fucking them faster whilst his thumb presses to your clit, your face contorting through your sleep. your walls grow tighter, clinging to his fingers as he curls them, rubbing along those deep spongy walls, watching carefully as your slick dribbles down his hand. “do you like your otouto touching you this much? is your little brother better than all those men who you whore out this slutty cunt to?” his fingers thrust hard but he knows you won’t wake- you never do, too drunk to even stir as he uses you as he pleases. in that sense, you’re the best nee-san- the best, dumb, slutty nee-san he could ever wish for. “you’re creaming already- god, you’re disgusting.”

wetness seeps down his hand as your throbbing walls convulse around him, soft mewls permeated with sleep falling from you as your legs quiver slightly. he fucks his fingers into your cunt through your climax, wondering if reality is bleeding into dream. are you thinking of him? is your mind filled with him spreading your legs, fucking your dirty pussy whilst you moan for him?

shigaraki’s hand is drenched in strings of your slick when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, your hole fluttering with the sensitivity of your orgasm. he groans at the feeling of the hot fluid on his skin, not waiting any longer to rip down his sweatpants and wrap his wet fingers around his stiff length. he moans as he strokes it, rubbing the red, leaking tip as he lays down beside you, hooking an arm under your leg and pulling it to his chest, leaving your wet cunt exposed.

“fuck- it’ll be a miracle if this sloppy, whore cunt is even tight anymore.” he grunts as he slides his cock along your folds, cockhead nearing your entrance before he sheaths it in, slow and deep. warmth envelopes his dick, your tight walls clamping around him, your body shuddering at the sensitivity as his nails pierce crescents into your thigh, his hips stuttering as he resists the urge to fuck into you as his cock throbs, filling up your cunt entirely. you’re so tight, so warm and wet it makes him groan as his eyes roll to the back of his head, savouring the feel of his nee-san’s pussy fluttering around his cock.

“dirty slut.” it’s a low hiss, permeated with a moan, when shigaraki rocks his hips into you, fucking you slow and deep. your walls quiver around him with each thrust, little, quiet, sleepy moans falling from you as he fucks into you. “you love having your little brother fuck you? you like having your disgusting slutty cunt used?” he scoffs as your walls clench around him, making him groan as warm pleasure floods through him, his cock pounding into you faster, rubbing against your spongy walls, the long prominent vein and the curve hitting those deep, sensitive spots.. “you’re disgusting- a stupid, degenerate whore getting all wet from her brother using her. you’re this greedy for cock you’ll take anyone’s, won’t you?” his moans are choked in his throat, mind hazy as all he can focus on is the pleasure as he drives his dick into you that he doesn’t even register your movement till he feels the gentle fingers caressing his dampening cheek.

shigaraki freezes as his eyes meet yours, wide and open. his heart pounds as he stops his thrusts, his cock still buried deep in your cunt as you raise your brows, lips pursed as you take in how he holds your legs open, how he’s fucking you before you blink slowly.

“tomura?” his cheeks burn and no words can form from his lips as all he can still focus on is the feeling of your warm cunt pulsating around his throbbing dick, even when hot tears sting his eyes. “aw, tomura, what’s wrong?” you’re smiling and it angers him more, a scorned hiss escaping him as the embarrassment leaches into him. “are you embarrassed because you got caught fucking nee-san’s cunny? it’s okay-” you’re cooing and giggling at him like he’s a child, pinching his cheek and cupping it tenderly. “nee-san feels good, don’t i? that’s why you’re so hard-” you moan- sinful and loud and euphoric- as he resumes driving his hips into you, his cheeks hot with the wet tears streaming from his crimson eyes, his grip tightening into a bruising hold onto your leg.

“shut up.” he growls. “you’re a- you’re a fucking whore.” you’re moaning unrestrained, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucks you, the lewd sounds of slick squelching and skin slapping against skin filling the room. he can feel your wetness dribble down his cock, down your thighs. “you’re so disgusting.”

“mm, and you’re the one fucking me. you’ve been doing this for ages, taking advantage of your drunk nee-san in her sleep. it’s okay,” you smile at the bitterness on his face, moaning sinfully when he slams into you harder. the bed rattles against the wall, his cockhead almost bruising your cervix. “i know you’re a dirty otouto. a gross, degenerate, little pervert- it’s okay, nee-san still loves you. it’s okay, you can kiss me.” he hates that his cock throbs between your wet, gummy walls but he grips your face as he kisses you, wet and messy with his tongue thrashing against yours, drool spilling from the corners of your connected kips as he continues to still fuck into you. your hand snakes down your body, your hot, breathy moans melding with his deep groans as you rub your clit, walls tightening around his dick.

“tomura- tomura- that’s it- right there! make nee-san cum!” your back arches as you cum, walls squeezing tighter as wetness gushes from you and it feels euphoric for shigaraki, his groans loud as he rocks his hips faster, pushing himself to his own orgasm. the tears are bitter and stinging in his eyes, shame and humiliation hanging heavy in his chest as he feels nothing but scorn but your warm, tight cunt feels so good, milking his cock. “cum for nee-san, tomura.” you coo, brushing his blue locks out of his face. “go on, i know you want this. you’re a sick, nasty boy, aren’t you? you want to cum deep inside your nee-san’s cunt, right?”

“shut up, you stupid cumslut.” he growls, reaching over your body to slap his hand against your pussy, making you gasp as your body jerks, walls clenching tight around his twitching cock. he moans, heavy and loud, when he cums, his warm sticky release flooding your cunt as he ruts into you till he’s spent, panting and oversensitive with his body twitching before he pulls away. his skin is damp with sweat and he can barely meet your eyes as you lie naked on the bed, panting with a smile tugging at your lips.

“little tomura’s all grown up now.” you taunt as you reach for his softening cock, rubbing the sensitive head whilst he whines at the oversensitivity, gripping the bedsheets whilst you laugh. “you wanted to make nee-san all yours this bad?” he hates how humiliated he feels, but he can’t stop his cock from growing hard again when you sit up, kneeling to his crotch and darting your tongue out to lap at his cum-stained dick.

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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*cracks knuckles* alright let’s get this started so imagine this toga begs shigaraki to go to the beach but we all know shigaraki will say no but little shiggy here has a HUGE crush on u plus he might get to see u in a swimsuit so he says yes ( not toga trying to hug shigaraki, RIP toga 😔) anyways let’s say you usually wear sweat pants and sweaters like baggy stuff, so shigaraki is excited to see what’s under ur clothes ( pervert shigaraki again 😀) when y’all arrive there shigaraki was basically shaking from excitement he was always interested in u but he was too insecure and was afraid you’ll reject him and find him ugly, and plus u were intimidating as hell your always saying what’s on ur mind even if it destroys someone’s self-esteem anyways shigaraki was wearing some shorts and his sweater ( our baby here is insecure don’t worry we’re gonna fix that😏) as shigaraki was sitting he was disappointed since he didn’t see u yet, *turns on the moto moto song* ur coming out of the water like a sea goddess ur hair is wet u were wearing a Bikini( it can be any swimsuit u do u boo) let’s say shigaraki’s jaw dropped he was drooling as u were coming out u noticed ur boss and ran to him ( do u know those moments were the hot chick runs in slow motion that’s how shigaraki saw u) long story short shigaraki was a stuttering mess and was red as a tomato my dude was starring on ur tits the whole time u were talking ( you had a little crush on ur boss ngl u knew shigaraki liked u back so u were the one who told toga about the beach thing u were planning something 👀) shigaraki accidentally pops a boner home boy wanted to cry from embarrassment of course u noticed it and dragged him a a private place where let’s just fuck his brains out until he’s crying from how good it feels as u were dragging shigaraki was thinking ur going to beat him up or something he was terrified until u pushed him against a wall whispered to him what ur gonna do shigaraki almost fainted, as u trying to take off his sweater he started ti cry he thought u might think he’s ugly and make fun of him ( u were lowkey shocked like 😃what now??) So u decided to kiss every part of his body and tell him how beautiful he and eventually he lets u take it off. I’ll let u take the led now loll

( for kinks now I’ll say a lot of body worship kink and a lot of praise kink, I would say the reader is a super soft dom, shigaraki is a super shy and cute sub maybe the reader gives shigaraki a boob job idk do whatever ur comfortable with babe, btw it’s super fluffy)

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Warnings: Boob job, cunnilingus (oooh fancy word), Shiggy is insecure but dw we fix that, praise kink, use of the nickname “puppy, ” Shigarakis a pervert (not news to us), nipple play ig, body worship, soft dom y/n, sub Shigaraki, he cries :(, I hc that Shigaraki has sh scars on his thighs and they are mentioned

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“Beach!” Toga yelled, “we’re going to the beach!”

She ran up to you and hugged you.

“Y/n we’re going to the beach!” she said, grinning up at you.

“We are, ” you nodded, ruffling her hair.

She ran over to Shigaraki, “come to the beach with us, Shiggy, ”

“No, ” he said, looking back at his game.

“Please, everyone is going, ” she pouted, “even y/n is coming, ”

A vision of you in a bathing suit flashed in front of his eyes. He imagined you putting on sunscreen and laying on your stomach on the beach, accidentally spilling water on your chest and your nipples perking up because of how cold you were out of the water.

“Fine, ” he said.

Toga squealed and hugged him.

“Oh- hey, what the hell?” he said, pushing her off, “don’t do that toga,”

She moved on to her next victim, “Dabi, go to the beach with us!”

“Who’s coming?” he asked, lighting a cigarette.

“I got everyone to go, ” she bragged.

“Wow, kid, everyone? Even y/n?” he asked.

Toga nodded frantically, proud of her achievement.

“God job, I’ll go, ” he smirked, “plus i’ll get to see y/n in a bathing suit, ”

You walked by and flicked his forehead, “eyes to yourself, bacon bits, ”

“God, babe, I love your little pet names for me, ” he teased.

Shigaraki glared at him, but you were already halfway up the stairs.

“Don’t look at me like that, ” he said, looking at Shigaraki, “we’re both going for the same reason, ”

“No, ” he denied, “I’m going because it's summer, and when it’s summer, you go to the beach, ”

Dabi rolled his eyes, “whatever you say, boss, ”

“Shiggy!” Toga yelled, “go get ready. We’re leaving, ”

He stood in his room staring at his swim shorts. He knew he’d have to wear them, and he could just put a shirt on too. He didn’t have to swim. He could just leave the shirt on. It would be fine. He really didn’t have a chance with you, but if you saw him without a shirt, you’d be disgusted. He felt disgusting.

You pulled out a bikini Toga forced you to buy and flopped down on the bed. Shigaraki was coming, which meant you were gonna get to see him without a shirt. You blushed and giggled, already daydreaming about him. Even though it was wrong, even though he was your boss, you just couldn't help it. You were one-hundred percent certain you were going to melt when you saw him. Toga had always said he had a crush on you. Maybe he would finally make a move. That was the plan anyways. The whole reason Toga had bugged everyone to go was by your request.

With your bag packed and swimsuit on under your clothes, you were ready to go. Shigaraki wanted to cry when he looked in the mirror. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe he shouldn't go. He heard a knock on his door.

“Hey, we’re about to leave. Are you ready?” You asked, “if not, I'll wait with you, so you dont have to go down by yourself. I hate being the last person ready. I don't want you to go through that pain, ” you laughed.

“No, I'm ready, ” he said, opening the door. No turning back now.

“Alright, let's go, ” you said, already walking downstairs.

He tried to calm himself as he walked down, trying to stop the grin that wanted to spread across his face. Finally, he thought, what was y/n hiding all this time? He was last to go through the warp gate, upset that you had already runoff. He waited around, nearly sweating to death until he heard Dabi yell.

“C’mon y/n, give us a little spin, ” he yelled.

He saw you blast him with sand using your quirk. He chuckled at Dabi’s predicament. You screamed as Dabi jumped in, splashing you with water. He picked you up in his arms only to throw you back in the water. You came up for air and splashed him again. Your splash war continued for some time, providing Tomura with entertainment until, ultimately, you called it a draw. He watched you and Toga play mermaids for a while before he grew bored and continued with his game, that was until Dabi wolf-whistled and he saw you begin to walk out of the water. You used your quirk again, sending a small tidal wave towards him.

“Youre so mean to me y/n, ” he complained.

“Shut it, patchwork, ” you said.

“Stop you're giving me butterflies, ” he smirked, getting splashed again.

You started walking again, the water slowly getting shallower and revealing more of your body. You were glistening, the sun reflecting off the water on your skin. Your cheeks were red from the sun, and he realized you had put sunscreen on in your room. Damn it. You brushed some wet hair out of your face, and your chest was now entirely on display.

“Fuck, ” he whispered.

He tried to be discrete, and the sun shining directly in your eyes certainly helped him. He stared at your stomach, the next part of your body to reveal itself. All he could think about is tracing little designs on it, laying his head on it, and putting a baby in it. Your thighs were an absolute show stopper. He wanted to suffocate between them. He averted his eyes when he realized you were walking over to him.

“Hey, can I sit here?” you asked, wringing out your hair.

“S-sure, ” he said, trying to focus on your face, which was definitely beautiful but...boobs lol.

“Thanks, ” you said, “I’d rather sit with you than all of them. I love Toga, but she’s a handful, and everyone else is staring at me. Bunch of creeps, ”

“Sorry about them, ” he said, unable to stop his wandering eyes.

“It’s ok. Nothing you can do, Shiggy, ” you said, “oh my god, you’re bright red. Did you forget sunscreen? It’s ok. I've got some, but you’re on the paler side, so you've gotta be careful, Shig, or you’ll burn up, ”

The redness on his face was because you were sitting next to him, nearly naked, but he wasn't going to admit that, especially when he saw you bend over to get sunscreen. He was trying desperately to control himself, but part of him had a mind of its own. He nearly died when you leaned in and put sunscreen on his face, laughing as you put a glob on his nose. He let out a genuine laugh that warmed your heart. You started talking, but honestly, he couldn't listen. You were very expressive when you spoke, and all the movement caused your tits to bounce, mesmerizing him.

He could only half listen, nodding and ‘mhm’ing when appropriate. You noticed quickly and gave him a few minutes to redeem himself but he failed. You grabbed his chin and made his eyes meet yours.

“Tomura Shigaraki, we're you staring at my boobs?” you said, feigning disappointment.

“N-no, I wasn't, ” he said.

You sighed, “lying about it only makes it worse, ”

“I'm sorry, ” he whispered, “I know I shouldn't have. I just...”

You let go of his chin and looked down at his lap.

“Really?” you asked, pointing out his obvious boner.

“Shit, I'm sorry y/n I'm so sorry. I know I'm gross and awful, and I'm just so sorry, ” he said, trying to cover it.

You grabbed his arm and dragged him away to the deserted changing rooms. Originally this beach was supposed to be a hot spot for tourists, but the water park a few miles closer to the city shut it down, leaving the beach in good condition. He braced himself for a slap, a punch, a kick, but he never could've prepared himself for a kiss on the cheek.

“I've been thinking about this for a while, Shigaraki, ” you whispered, “thinking about all the things I'd do to you, all the ways I'd make you feel good. Did you know I can block skin-to-skin quirks? You can touch me, baby, ”

“Y-you're not mad?” he whispered.

“No, I'm not mad, ” you shook your head, “I've always had a little crush on you Shiggy, ”

“Tomura, ” he corrected, “call me Tomura, ”

“Tomura, ” you whispered, “I can't wait to touch you. Fuck, I'm gonna kiss you all over. I can't wait to get between your thighs, baby. We've got all day, ”

He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips. They were sweet and soft in contrast to his dry, chapped ones. He felt so lacking, but the way you were kissing him made him feel like he was floating. You pushed him further against the wall, running your hands through his hair. Your arms hung around his neck, and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. You kissed each other for a while, no teeth or tongue, just your lips pressed together. Eventually, things began to heat up. You let your tongue try and find its way between his lips and into his mouth. He groaned into your mouth. You tugged his hair, trying to get even closer. Your hands traveled up and down his chest, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

He grabbed your hands and pulled away.

“No, ” he whispered.

You nodded, “that's ok, you don't have to, Tomura. Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, “you’ll make fun of me, ”

“Why would I make fun of you?” you asked, stroking his cheek.

“Because I'm not, ” his voice broke, “I don't- I'm ugly y/n. My body is disgusting you-you won't like me anymore, ”

Your eyes widened, “what?”

“You heard me, ” Tomura said, wiping away tears, “I hate myself, and you would too, ”

“That's bullshit, ” you said, “I think you're beautiful, ”

He scoffed, “you've never even seen me in shorts before now. How would you even know?”

“Because I’ll think you're beautiful no matter what, Tomura Shigaraki, ” you said, “and nothing could ever change that, ”

He shook his head and turned to walk away, but you took his hips and pushed him against the wall. You grabbed his face and kissed him harshly. You kissed his forehead next, the scar on his eye, both of his eyelids, his cheeks, the scar on his lips, and the mole under them.

“You have such a pretty face. You have gorgeous eyes, Tomura. I love kissing you, ” you whispered between kisses.

You kissed away a few stray tears that fell and pressed your forehead to his as he cried.

“Please don't look at me, ” he whispered, pressing his face into your neck.

Seeing him like this broke your heart. You held him as tight as you could, kissing the side of his head. You were going to kill whoever did this to him. You lifted his head and kissed him softly this time. You rubbed your hands up and down his sides. You sunk to your knees and kissed his thighs. Every scar was kissed and stroked lovingly even though your heart broke for him. You moved up his body to his stomach, lifting his shirt even though he tried to pull it down again. You kissed his stomach, soft, light kisses.

He started to relax a bit more, petting your hair instead of trying to pull down his shirt. You moved to his hands next, standing once again. You took his right hand and kissed his knuckles, then the top of his hand, and lastly, his palm. You repeated this on his other hand. You started kissing the scars on his neck, sucking softly. He moaned.

“That feels good y/n, ” he said, moving his hands to your hair.

“I'm gonna make you feel good, baby, don’t worry, ” you mumbled against his skin.

You bit the skin at the juncture of his neck, he groaned and whispered, “yes.” You kissed down to his collar bones, hearing his breathing get faster. This time you practically yanked off his shirt before he had time to stop you.

“So fucking beautiful, ” you said, standing back to admire him.

This time he didn't turn away from you but blushed and shut his eyes. You ran your hands up and down his chest and stomach. Shigaraki whimpered when you tweaked his nipple.

“Good boy, ” you whispered.

He nodded, “I wanna be your good boy. Please, ”

You smiled and brought his lips to yours again. You kissed his cheek and bit his ear softly.

“You're doing all the work, ” he said, “that's not fair. Besides shouldn't I be in charge? That's what it's like in...” he trailed off, embarrassed.

“No, ” you said, “I want to do this for you. I want to be in charge. I want to take care of you, baby. You deserve to relax, ”

He kissed you again, holding you tight to his chest.

“Tomura, ” you said, taking his hands in yours, “I have a question for you, ”

He nodded.

You leaned in and whispered, “how would you like to fuck my tits. You were staring at them all day so why don't you have a little fun with them, ”

He nodded frantically.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you said, scratching his head.

He groaned softly, “yes, please y/n, ”

You guided his hands to your still-clothed chest. He squeezed gently, cheeks growing bright red. You giggled and undid the back of your bikini, letting him see your tits without the thin material over them. He was practically drooling over you, wrapping his lips around your nipple. He sucked and licked them, causing you to moan. Every sound you made was a symphony to his ears, the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard, and he was desperate for more. He moved upwards to litter your neck with hickeys and coax more moans from your beautiful lips.

His long fingers found their way to the strings on the sides of your bikini bottoms. With one tug at the strings, they were around your ankles. It was your turn to blush at the exposure of your body while Tomura’s eyes gleamed. He was on his knees in mere seconds, admiring your sex. You felt self-conscious as he stared at your most intimate area.

“Please, ” he said, looking up at you, “can I taste?”

“Let me do something for you first, ok?” you said, “sit on the bench, ”

He nodded and did as he was told. You kneeled in front of Tomura and took off his pants before pushing your tits together around his cock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he watched you. You looked up at him as you bounced, moving him between your breasts. He let out a strangled groan and threw his head back.

“That's my good boy, ” you praised, “that's my baby, feels good, yeah?”

He nodded.

“Use your words, puppy, ” you reminded him.

He bit his lip and blushed, still silent, except for his little noises.

“Aww, is someone feeling shy?” you asked.

He nodded and hid his face in his hands though it did little to hide the shy smile on his lips.

“If you want me to keep going, you're going to have to be a good pet for me, Tomura. Be a good boy and speak up, ” you said, pulling his hands away from his face.

“Feels good, ” he whispered.

You decided that was good enough and continued moving him between your boobs. You watched the head of his dick throb and pulse. He began whimpering as his thighs shook. He got louder, whining and moaning desperately.

“I know, baby, I know, ” you said in response to his beautiful noises.

He cried out whimpering.

“Y/n, ” he cried, “I need to cum, ”

“Hold just a little bit longer for me baby, ” you said.

“Can't, ” he cried out, “can't hold it y/n please lemme cum, ”

“Just a little longer, ” you promised, “be my good boy, ”

He whimpered and tensed up in concentration, trying his hardest. He struggled for a while longer begging and crying to cum.

“Go ahead, cum for me, Tomura, ” you said.

He came hard, splattering your chest with his cum. Tomura was left panting and shaking while drool dripped down his chin. His dick twitched a few times more as you let it free from between your boobs. He whined pathetically. You cleaned the sticky mess up as best you could.

“Shh sweetie, I know, I know, ” you said, sitting next to him and pushing hair out of his face.

You pulled him to your chest, watching and listening to him breathe.

“Now, can I taste?” Tomura whispered.

You kissed his forehead, “of course, puppy. Go ahead, ”

He sunk to his knees, spreading your thighs. He groaned when he saw your sloppy cunt drooling for his mouth. He licked a long stripe up your entire cunt, licking over and over. Focused on taste rather than pleasure, finally indulging himself in the delicious juices of your cunt. He grew needier for your moans, trying to find the right places to lick and suck. He found a little bud at the top of your cunt to suckle on and flick his tongue over. Tomura smiled from ear to ear at the sounds coming out of you. Every moan and whimper, every grunt and groan made his heart swell. His fingers once again found their way down, this time finally entering you.

Unpracticed thrusts turned into brushing your g-spot until he realized that curling his fingers was the way to go. Hearing your moans and lewd squelches was a fantastic prize to collect.

“I'm close, Tomura, keep going sweetie, ” you choked out.

You were close, oh god, yes, you were going to cum in his mouth. He ate you out with a passion, desperate for your gorgeous pussy to drip down his chin. Harder, faster thrusts. Stronger licks and desperate slurping. When you finally tensed, he moaned in premature ecstasy, ready for your delicious cum. The vibrations coaxed a gorgeous moan from you. Cum gushed from your pussy and into his waiting mouth, lapping it up like a starved puppy. You tried to shove him away, overstimulation stabbing your cunt. When he finally pulled away, his face was red and coated in your slimy juices, as well as his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He was panting and absolutely blissed out.

He crawled back to you, clinging to your legs.

“Good puppy, ” you praised him, “you did great, Tomura, ”

He grinned, hiding his face in your thigh and giggling. You pulled him up and onto your lap, kissing him on the nose.

“Do you want me to fuck you properly baby?” you asked.

His face fell, “I can't. I'm...I'm not hard. I'm sorry, ” he whispered, tears of embarrassment welling in his eyes.

“Oh, baby, ” you said, stroking his hair, “it's ok, Tomura. It’s ok. Don't worry baby, ”

He sniffled, “ Please don't be mad at me. ‘m sorry. I'm sorry y/n I-I’m a bad boy, ”

“No baby, no, ” you said, wiping away his tears, “you're not a bad boy. You're my good boy, my special boy, ”

He whimpered, bottom lip quivering. You rubbed his back, praising him.

“My good boy, my sweet boy. You did so well for me. Tomura, you're amazing, you're such a perfect boy Tomu, ” you whispered.

He nodded, trying to compose himself.

“Lets go swimming honey, ” you said, stroking his cheek.

He shook his head frantically, “n-no I don't want them to see me, ”

You looked him in his eyes, “you are beautiful. Now come on, we’re both sweaty. Besides, I think they'll be more focused on all the hickeys you gave me, ” you giggled.

He bit his lip.

“C’mon baby, ” you coaxed him, “can you be my good boy?”

He nodded hesitantly, “I'm...a good boy. But-but what if they make fun of me?”

“Then I’ll kill them, ” you smiled, “if they're going to disrespect you, they don't deserve to be in the league anyways, ”

His eyes widened, and a small smile played on his lips. He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help you up. You accepted, and he pulled you up and to his chest. He held you there, pressing his face into your hair.

“Thank you, ” he whispered.

You kissed him, “my pleasure, ”

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roses-bel-air-darling · 2 years

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So I finally wrote a dabi x reader fic.

It's pure angst with a hint of fluff (microscopically).

I need this to get off my chest and decided to write this for everyone crying over our strong boy.

I don't know if I should do a warning but it deals with sadness and maybe death, if it's too much. You don't have to read it. It's all good. 👍

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Everyone is separated and dealing with their internal struggles. Spinner is with shigaraki and AFO, back in the hideout. Toga and dabi are out somewhere and you? Just strolling in the night. Even with the shelters and curfews taken place and the citizens have gone to the safe zones. You still try to keep your appearance to a minimum, in case if a civilian left behind sees you. Many things are running to your head as you feel like everything is falling apart, twice is gone, something is happening to shigaraki who is in pain the entire time the league has been hiding. Compress is arrested. Toga is heartbroken and no longer having her smile. And dabi? Impatient. You've seen how eager he is to face his father again to get his revenge. And you? Wondering the streets and thinking how much it hurts, it's happening again. You're slowly losing people you cared for. Again. Before, you vowed to yourself to not let it happen again, and unknowingly it did. It crept up. You're so angry. Angry at hero society, angry at the world.

How? What can you do? Fight harder? Ask for the heroes to help? Yea right. You didn't know what to do at this point.

You turned to an alley but before you did, there was smoke in the distance. It was dabi no doubt. There was homes over in that area. Wasn't it toga's home there too?

"Hey. What are you doing just standing there?"

Dabi. No Touya, is with toga who is walking a bit beside him and she looks more wistful? She didn't look so sad anymore. What happened? Then you looked to dabi who's scars have spread, the more he used his fire, it expands. He just stared into you with his cold, rage filled eyes with a hint of excitement? Probably eager for the incoming war. No doubt. You realized that you didn't answer his question. Giving off the look of a sad wet kitten, when there is no clouds and rain but just the night sky with the stars shining in their full glory.

'Oh. Sorry. I'm just thinking about things. And some fresh air...' There was a crack in your voice. You hated showing your vulnerable side, it was embarrassing. Toga walked away holding a blood vial in her hands. You looked at her as she walked away, she didn't linger far.

'What does she have in her hand? Another blood vial?' You asked to dabi, who just continued to look at you. No lie, sometimes his stare can be quite intimidating at times. His cold eyes that always have that look of seeing straight into your soul. Now you felt vulnerable.

'Something important to her. First, I need to talk to you.' It took you by surprise that he wanted to have a conversation with you privately. Normally, he always kept his distance but he was still cooperative. 'What about? The upcoming war with the heroes?' You read his mind, well that is the only thing to talk about since it's almost time to reappear once again. The end is near after all.

'Are you ready for this? To finally put an end to this fake society?' You thought about this moment many times as you can count. It was the main reason as to why you joined the league. You lost everything to that so called heroes and promised to yourself that it wouldn't happen again, and it did. The feeling of failure and loss is digging into your stomach and bile can just come up at any moment. You hated it.

Truth be told you don't even trust AFO, but what choice do you have really? All of that rage, bloodshed, and loss cannot be all for nothing.

'After coming this far? No. I'm not backing down. I don't know what's going to happen. I'm staying until the end.' There was determination in your voice as you both looked at one another. Dabi sees it in your face, the sadness washed away the moment you were brought back with that question. Before, he wasn't so sure of you when you joined the league. You seemed too kind to be joining a villain group, how kind you were to toga, spinner, and twice. Even to him, when you tried to offer him food and how quickly he rejected it. And your smile, god that smile, For a short while, he thought you could've been a hero. Or maybe an angel. Until he saw your violent rage when twice was murdered. So many heroes dead with every footstep you took during the war. How inhuman your eyes looked with your quirk, like an angel of death. Maybe, god was indeed merciful. Sending someone kind and considerate to take him to hell. He doesn't want you to know of his real plans. His death is coming. No one was going to come in between him and his plans. Not the league, his family, and not even you. There is nothing in this cruel world to live for. All he wants is a proper death and proof that he was alive.

'Good, now let's head back, AFO is calling for us to come back to the hideout.' dabi turned his back and began to walk away, to prep for his plans.

'Touya...'

Hearing his name from their lips stopped him in his tracks. He did not look back to them. It was dangerous. He cannot make himself vulnerable to you. He will not allow it. He just stood there waiting to hear for what you had to say.

'What about you? Are you going to be ok? Back then, in the war when you jumped off I was worried about you and I feel terrible for you-'

'Don't worry about me. Just worry about yourself for a change. No more questions, like you said I don't know what's going to happen... so now just smile and look to the new future...'

You three walked back to the hideout in silence, he sees you and toga talking about twice's blood vial. A few tears shed from your eyes at the revelations of twice 'coming back' and you and toga hugged each other. Thinking now...

No. God wasn't merciful, he was cruel. Throughout his life, he was denied of everything. His hopes and dreams, his family's love, and now you. Even if he were to come out of his revenge and death. What life can he offer to you? His feeling senses are dead and he cannot feel your touch, He can't be able to feel you in his arms or caress your cheek to see those eyes filled with love. It wasn't worth it. He's not worthy for an angel's light. Even when that angel has killed and shown no mercy but still has so much care and love in their heart. All he is a devil, a monster, destined to destroying everything with his flames of hate. That's all he is and nothing more. Maybe their only chance of being together is in hell. Or maybe he'll be ripped from him and they'll be redeemed in the afterlife.

[Fast foward]

He didn't feel a damn thing, all there is fire, some heroes damaged from the flames of the devil. His body slowly turning into ash.

'Stop! No! Touya! Please don't leave me!' His angel wept for him, tears running down their face as they held his hand. Shouto was here too, pleading as well, looking for help.

'I lost my entire family and twice! I'm not losing you too! I don't want you to die!' They began to sob their heart out. Their tears are falling on his face as shouto begged for his big brother to live.

'I'm..... s... sorry.... m-y... an-gel.' He can barely make out his words, the flames is taking his voice. He looks at his baby brother who is disbelief. 'Sho--uto....'

'No brother! I will not let you die! You hear me! Mom, Fuyumi, and Natsuo are waiting for you to come home! We have a new home for you to come back to and be back as a family again! We love you so much! I always wanted to play with you when I watched you from the balcony, I want to eat udon with you, you can still come back to us! I love you big brother!' The words hit him like a ton of bricks his family loves him and wants him back with you begging and crying over him and shouto wanting to bond with his big bro. Tears began to fall from his eyes, his family is waiting and so were you. All of a sudden there was something strange happening, touya began to glow, his burnt charred skin was beginning to slip off. It was strange and it wasn't death. He was being reborn from the ashes of what was once dabi. Touya was reborn.

[Note: Ahh! I didn't really want to post this as I fear it won't be good! I just wanted to write something angst but with a good ending. Even in fics I want touya to be happy.]

#Dabi #Dabi x Reader #Dabi Fic #Touya todoroki #Touya x Reader

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quirklessthot · 4 years

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Nomu-Sitting

request: This is kinda kinky... but the reader has been desperately horny for a while but Shigaraki has been too busy, so the reader takes matters into her own hands and has a nomu screw her. Shigaraki walks in about half way through and ends up taking a seat to enjoy the show. (Feel free to ignore this, I won't be offended! But like, thank you so much if you do ♡!)

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i changed up some things, instead dabi asks reader to look after the nomu he’s supposed to be watching since he has better things to do

warnings: 18+, monster-fucking, dub-con/non-con, voyeurism, degradation, cheating (?)

He… it… the nomu stares at you, unblinking. Well, you’re not sure if it’s staring at you. The tiny black pinpricks of its irises seem to almost go in separate directions. It definitely took notice when you had entered the room, if its low growl and sniffing at the air were any indication – but had no other reaction once you were standing a few feet in front of it. You tilt your head to the side to test your theory and to your childish delight it copies the action, huffing out a breath at your laugh.

With broad shoulders and biceps bigger than your head, the hulking behemoth makes an imposing figure. Even hunched over the way it is, the difference in height between you two isn’t easy to ignore. Dabi’s words of warning ring in the back of your mind: ‘Whatever you do, don’t get too close to it. Not grabbing distance, anyway.’

But the docile giant in front of you is nowhere near as scary as it was made out to seem.

You take a step forward and tentatively reach out a hand to pet the side of its face, just shy of its chin. It responds with a pleased rumble that vibrates up your arm, and cranes its neck to get closer.

What was Dabi even worried about, you wonder, smiling to yourself. The nomu is almost like a puppy. A massive, deformed puppy with the strength to crush a truck with its bare hands but… it’s cute, in its own way - exposed brain matter and all.

The sense of security you tricked yourself into is immediately shattered when you feel a hand grip your waist – so massive in size it easily dwarfs you. Trying not to panic, you attempt to take a step back. “Alright big guy, I think that’s enough for now,” you say, voice light.

You pray it can’t smell fear.

Of course, it doesn’t listen and instead pulls you closer with way too much ease, pressing you right up against its bare chest. Its body is almost uncomfortably warm and you’re not sure if it’s the radiating heat or the threat of harm that has you sweating.

You’re openly trembling now, biting your lip to keep your whimpers in. You don’t want to scare or upset it with any sudden noises; the nomu is strong enough to squish your head like a grape and you’d prefer to stay alive.

This is fine, you desperately try to convince yourself. It’s just curious. It’s not going to hurt you.

…right?

You can’t hold back the whimper when the nomu presses its beaklike mouth against your neck, tongue slithering out to lave against your neck. The muscle is big, slimy with saliva that quickly coats your neck and jaw, dripping thickly to drench the collar of your shirt. You shudder.

Too preoccupied with trying to not dry heave at the feeling of monster spit all over you, you fail to realize the reason it grabbed you. Pulling you a bit closer, it brazenly begins humping you, the movements of its hips becoming progressively more frantic and aggressive. You’re shocked into stillness by the heavy weight of its hard cock rubbing up against your stomach. Even through the layers of clothing, you can tell that it’s much bigger than anything you’ve ever taken. This is so fucked… a distant voice in your head echoes.

You nearly jump out of your skin when it suddenly lets out a guttural growl, clearly becoming frustrated with the lack of proper stimulation.

“Shh… It’s ok,” you say, voice lowered into what you hope is a soothing tone.

You try to pry yourself away but the nomu responds with a snarl, grip tightening to the point of pain. You wince and immediately give up on moving. It’s obvious that you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

Despite your reservations, your eyes find themselves shifting towards the tent in the monster’s pants. You gulp, looking around the empty room guiltily. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little curious…

Shaky hands reach down to unbutton the monster’s pants, a feat considering what little space there is between you two. The movement of its hips drag the khakis down until they fall into a heap at its feet. What is revealed has your eyes going wide and your jaw slackening in shock. The veiny column of flesh is massive – almost as thick as your wrist and topped with a large, bulbous head steadily leaking sticky precum that is smeared against your hip with every thrust.

Almost without even thinking, you grab ahold of its dick and begin stroking. The generous amount of precum makes the slide easy, almost slippery. This placates the beast for a short time – enough to at least let you out of its vice-like hold – but soon it’s made clear that your hand is not enough.

Without much preamble, you’re lifted off your feet and turned around, now facing the gray walls of the nomu’s containment room. You let out a surprised squeak and cast a nervous glance downwards to see the head of its dick peeking out between the plushness of your thighs.

It ruts into the warmth of your clasped thighs for a while before angling upwards, immediately becoming annoyed with yet another barrier- this time it’s your clothing in its way. Large hands begin groping at your pants before tearing into them as if they were made of paper. The flimsy material of your underwear doesn’t stand a chance against the hulking behemoth and they soon join your shorts on the floor in tattered shreds.

You cry out. “Wai- wait, no! Stop! Stop, let me just--”

Your words are cut off when the nomu rears its hips back before pushing forward. The first few thrusts miss their mark, bumping up against your sensitive clit instead, but on the fourth attempt the head of it’s cock catches on the rim of your entrance and that alone has your breath catching and your mind going blank. The feeling of it pushing in soon snaps you out of your daze and you begin struggling anew. You reach a desperate hand behind you but pushing against the monster’s chest felt like pushing against a solid brick wall – utterly pointless.

Even with you struggling and flailing limbs, it manages to work its cockhead past the ring of twitching muscle, and you feel like you’re being split in half with just the tip in.

It’s too much. It’s too much and you need to get away.

But the nomu keeps going, forcing inch after agonizing inch into your tight, (barely) wet heat.

You let out a broken gasp when it bottoms out, cunt clenching down hard on the too-large intrusion and body going slack in its hold. Even with the unnaturally copious amounts of precum it’s producing, the stretch is uncomfortable.

The head of its cock is shoved up against the mouth of your cervix with every push and you’re not sure whether you love or hate it, but it’s definitely a feeling you won’t be forgetting anytime soon. It’s hard to ignore how good the mindless fucking is starting to feel and after two consecutive orgasms, you’re wet enough that the slide of its dick is much easier. Wet slaps echo off the walls of the large, barren room. And for a while it’s the only sound, overlaid by the monster’s grunts and pants and your own high-pitched whining and moans, until the door is opened.

The grating of heavy metal against concrete brings you out of your haze, raspy, like the voice of the person opening the door.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you? I had to ask Dabi if he knew where you were sulking. Are you done being a bi—”

Shigaraki stops mid-sentence, eyes wide. The lewd scene playing out before him robs the words right out of his mouth. It’s not every day you see your half-naked girlfriend getting fucked silly by a nomu, after all.

He stares.

You stare right back, mortification quickly overpowering your arousal.

This interruption goes completely ignored by the nomu, who continues to rut into you from behind.

“Tomura! I can— ah!” You try to come up with an excuse but at that exact moment the nomu gives a particularly rough thrust that has you seeing stars, powerless to keep your eyes from rolling in your head.

Shigaraki curses under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away. He should be angry. Furious, that not only would you fuck someone else but a mindless nomu of all things. The thought alone should have his blood boiling. But the blissed-out look on your face as you’re handled as nothing more than a fucktoy by a creature twice your size has his blood instead rushing to his cock.

Without a word, Shigaraki closes and locks the door behind him, before advancing towards you, face dark and unreadable. He grasps your face in one hand, pinky lifted, squishing your cheeks, and jerking your head up so that you’re forced to look him directly in the eyes.

“You filthy fucking whore,” he laughs, chapped lips spread in a mean grin. “That desperate to be fucked you couldn’t even wait?”

The harsh words have your eyes watering, tears just on the edge of falling, but they do nothing to dampen your arousal.

You moan in reply, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. “T-tomura…”

Shigaraki sneers, letting go of you to reach down and pull out his own half-hard dick, giving his palm a long lick, and begins to stroke himself. “Be careful what you wish for, huh?” he grunts, giving the head a squeeze. “Now look at you. Stuffed with so much cock you don’t even know what to do with all of it.”

He continues to berate you as he jerks himself off, taking delight in your embarrassment.

It’s a relief when the nomu finally cums with a roar, holding your ass right up against its stilled hips. The huge cock twitches and pulses inside of you, unloading what feels like gallons of hot cum right into your womb. You groan out a few unintelligible noises, brain turned to mush, as one last orgasm is pulled from you, thankfully much weaker than the previous ones. You’re so out of it you don’t even notice when Shigaraki steps closer, hand on his dick speeding up until he’s groaning and painting your face with his cum.

Panting heavily, you wearily glance up at Shigaraki, a plea to not share a word of what just happened to anyone already on your tongue. He doesn’t say anything as he tucks himself back into his pants but just by the look in his eyes and the barely concealed smirk, you can tell you’re never going to hear the end of this.

#y'all don't look at this; don't look at me #i gotta say i didn't expect to be outed as a monster-fucker this early in my tumblr career #dubcon #dubcon tw #shigaraki x reader #nomu x reader

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loversdelusions · 2 years

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Can i get male bmha matchup please ? (Adult student Villain are all fine ! )

Infomation

Pansexual/ 150cm tall/black hair-eyes/FAT/ENFP/ambivert/Slytherin/cancer sun-scorpio moon/ lawful evil/4w5

Personality

sulky/artistic/insecure(i feel like people will leave me)/vengeful/kind*sometimes/ loyal,very caring and protective for my loved ones/get moody easily/get depressed alot/very clingy / have a trust issue / a little YANDERE /ambitious / smart i think ? /a sweet talker when necessary/possesive/ attentive / EASILY JEALOUS

My hobbies

play games / watch yt anime series movie etc. / listen to music / sing / write song

What i want in relationship

-Puts me on top of everything and i mean everything

Like : gentle (am ok if they only do this to me ) / intelligent / LOYALTY

Dislike : people who cant say sorry/stupidity/kids

***No deku or bakugo please

Thankyou ><

Manga spoilers(?)

For real, it was a close call between Hawks and Dabi. In the end though, Dabi seemed to be more of your type.

He’s strong, and careful of himself, he’s cold and irrational, at least so in the beginning. He’s sulky himself, and he’s flirty. With you he finds it really cute to flirt with you smugly enough to attempt to force a blush onto you. He enjoys watching you being vengeful, and protective of him. He finds it absolutely adorable when he finds you being vengeful against people he doesn't like, especially since he can’t see how people can be intimidated by your tiny cute self.

When he first met you he wasn't sure how you fit in with the league, and he had a lot on his mind, anyways. So when he first really noticed you, and the weirdly kind way you talked and the way you messed around with Twice, he finally wondered how you even managed to join. It really started with him playfully playing with a strand of your hair, marvelling at the beautiful dark colour.

Even though he could see that you were trying hard to hold onto the walls around you, he could recognize something similar in himself. He approached you first, and started testing the waters with you. He started off with watching your behaviours, learning how far you could go before you would crack from pressure or not. Though when he sat with you and tried to test your pressure, you simply smiled and started to reply to his flirty comments with your own, a grin lacing his lips at your comments, causing a cute little surprise.

“Such a smart Star you are,” He smirked cockily, this time his fingers wandered from the tip of your hair up to the strands near your face, pushing away the stray ones from your face. Watching closely to see if you would blush. “I wonder how far those sweet words would get you?”

He couldn't miss the way your eyes darkened and glanced over him, curious attention that he could read within your gaze.

It was only when he noticed Toga and Twice giggling at him did his anger flare, and he’d snap at them, questioning what the hell they were laughing at. They’d grin and tease him, about just how whipped he was. There was no way he was whipped though. No, I mean he thought your beauty was crippling, dark hair and dark eyes that would send anyone to their knees, it really wasn't just him, surely. Yeah, he would go out of his way to find you the gems and gifts that would match you when he would notice your gaze a bit heavier, or your shoulders slumped more than usual, even when things as simple as eyebags being darker with exhaustion.

He’s favourite thing to do would definitely be setting a rose on fire after dousing it with perfume. A dark rose with blue flames bursting from it; Perfectly framing your person.

He hated just how much his heart fluttered when your hands gripped his, squeezing it slightly and staring coldly at the newest members of the league, he could feel the possessive electric charge coming off of you, and a satisfied smirk would tug at his lips. He didn't admit this to you, but your jealousy caused a concerning lustful feeling in his chest to blossom.

You were the only one he told of his plan to take revenge on his family, and you were the very first person he told of his past. Feeling your warm soft skin against his painful calloused one made him grit his teeth; He simultaneously hated and worried about how you made him feel, he was debilitatingly weak when it came to you, and it made him… angry.

He tried to push away but he couldn't. You were sweet to him, you touched him with a protective grip on him that made his heart falter and weaken his walls.

Even when you were depressed, he would feel his eyes harden with anger, not at you, specifically. He didn't like hearing how you suffered at the hands of others, or how you felt about yourself. Dabi being a bit…Emotionally unavailable, he didn't really know how to deal with your sadness. He didn't mind when you were angry or moody at him, especially if you hadn't actually been mad at him. He loved your emotions, seeing just how your face would change into those interesting expressions. He wouldn't mind taking the cusp of your anger, or annoyance. It was difficult to be mad at you, even if sometimes his hands twitched to grab your hands and pin them by your sides and calm you himself.

He wasn't a trusting person, and he knew you weren't either. It was obvious in the way you treated each other in the beginning of your relationship. Though when your fingers traced his scars, he fell apart and to hell with his walls, he wanted to tell you.

And he did. Starry nights with you sitting next to him as he recounted his life and exchanged stories with you while you were busy writing rhythms and humming songs.

When he saw you cry for the first time, he stole you a radio.

He wanted to hear you sing. He would spare glances at your lyrics and wonder how it would sound with the smoothness of your voice, and he would wonder what the stars told you when you stared up at them.

He is… very possessive of you. HE will set a bitch on fire for you, and he would never really see that it was your fault. He didn't like that, but you were his Star, he couldn't imagine that it was your fault that he had to boil a bitch.

His love language is gift giving and quality time, because of that he didn't mind you clinging on to him, in fact it made him feel good. The moment he realised he would never actually feel like shit when he was with you, he knew that Endeavour be damned, it didn't matter if he burned him alive or humiliated him in light of public sight, because all he really needed was to keep you safe and next to him.

The moment you fuck a motherfucker up for hissake, is the day he truly fell for you.

Thank you for commissioning me!

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get-shiggy-with-it · 3 years

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Scream Therapy

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x gender neutral!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: extremely vague allusions to mental illness, metaphors about wounds, angst with a relieving ending, let me know if i’ve missed something

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So you know those tiktoks where people go out into the woods and scream? Just like expel all the shit that’s been holding them down into an open field and let the earth reclaim all their dark, restless energy? Reveal the burdens that have been creaking in their joints and trapped in the prison of their ribs for the trees to swallow?

I’ve been thinking about that and Shigaraki a lot.

Like the rest of the league too, but mostly Shigs.

Just imagine:

It’s late, it always is when shit is going down at the hideout. The League of Villains is practically nocturnal at this point. Shigaraki’s mind is a loud place—lot’s of rabid, train tearing down the track lines of thought that clatter and roar and gush toxic coal smoke.

So as annoyed as he makes himself out to be, he doesn’t actually mind the din of the bar all that much. Twice and Toga chattering in the corner, random bits of too loud laughter and the clink of Kurogiri polishing glasses as he tells off Dabi for the umpteenth time about smoking inside—hell, even Compress rambling about the health benefits of high quality wine to nobody in particular is somewhat...comforting?

That’s not quite the right word, but their noise settles around him a bit like a thick quilt and dampens the rampage inside his head for a while.

He thinks about a lot of things.

Some good, most bad, all obsessive. He’ll get stuck in these loops sometimes, small questions evolve into bigger, more complicated webs, and suddenly it’s been four hours and he’s done nothing but stare at the same spot on the wall just left of his desktop monitor.

Sleep is a terrifying venture for much the same reason. Once he gets caught in that cycling it’s so hard to break out, and that’s when he’ll stumble down the stairs and sequester himself away at the end of the bar.

There he will sit and listen to the incessant white noise of his team—which is frustrating too but infinitely better than whatever anxiety coated sludge his brain will come up with if left to its own devices, so he bears it.

And then there’s you.

Who you are isn’t entirely important.

Maybe you’re just another member of the League, dedicated to helping your boss spread villainy across the city. Maybe you’re a morally ambiguous civilian who just stumbled in much like a stray cat into a depressed college student’s apartment and simply never left.

Whatever the circumstances, where you came from doesn’t matter.

To him, your contributions to the din are just another layer of insulation against the storm. He couldn’t really care less what you do, or where you go when you weren’t there. As long as your voice could offer a different type of grating against his ears than the silent throbbing of his head when he is alone, then your presence is justified.

Shigaraki only takes notice of you when you leave, when your voice is no longer adding to the uproar drowning out whatever new thought spiral he was trying to claw his way out of.

It’s very late then. That odd, in between time when it’s closer to the sunrise than to it’s setting but somehow also the darkest portion of the night. Of course, it’s never totally dark—not with all the light pollution laying an ever present, glowing haze across the horizon—but it’s as close as it gets out here to pitch black.

He catches the tail end of your coat, a glimpse of your shoe soles as you slip up the stairs and climb the wrought iron ladder that leads to the roof. Shigaraki often catches himself wondering how you figured out exactly how to avoid each board that creaked. He thinks sometimes it’s because you like going unnoticed, that too much attention makes you feel just as shaky as he gets when he’s been inside his head too long. Or possibly you just don’t want to wake anyone up in the rare moments that some League members are actually asleep.

Regardless, he watches you go and feels strangely...compelled to follow and because he rarely feels compelled to do anything unless it’s furthering the downfall of hero society, he does.

He takes an unsteady step, then another until the brisk, cusp-of-summer air is washing over him. It bites through his thin black top and the worn holes in his jeans, but the sting feel likes something.

And since he almost always feels nothing at all, it’s good.

You’re stood a few feet from the edge of the building, where the ledge has begun to crumble away from age and poor maintenance. The wind is strong enough that it makes your limp arms sway by your sides. Shigaraki is so thin now, he’s almost afraid for a moment it might blow him away. He’s found himself feeling so insubstantial as of late, it’s shocking when his feet don’t lift off from the roof entirely. He crosses the distance towards you slowly.

If you hear him approaching, you don’t show it.

Normally he wouldn’t start a conversation of his own volition but he did follow you up here and the silence is getting a bit deafening, even with the breeze.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

It’s simple, but it’s all he can think to say. Funny, with how many words that run through his head, he can never find the right ones when he wants them.

You turn then, and your face is...well it’s a face. He tends not to look at people’s faces much—doesn’t want to see their expressions when they look at him, but from what he can tell you aren’t upset that he’s here at least.

“I love the city at night.”

That’s all you offer in response and he knows somehow that you’ll keep talking even if he doesn’t answer. That you know how much he hates the quiet but can’t ever fill it himself.

“When you’re up high enough, you can pretend the streetlights are stars,” you divulge, as if it’s some sort of great, long kept secret.

Maybe it is.

Maybe you have a lot of secrets. You seem to him like the type of person who would. Who keeps life changing truths tucked under your tongue to drop suddenly over convenience store dinners and cheap beer.

He thinks that maybe he’d like to know them.

“It’s always so alive during the day, the streets I mean,” you continue, eyes trained out on the buildings below, tracing constellations from block to block. “But I can’t shake the feeling that it’s rotting too like….”

You trail off and don’t finish the thought, but you don’t have to. He knows what you mean: like the city is a wound that’s festering. That all the people and the heroes that corral them like cattle are just an infection waiting to spread.

“What are you doing here?” he asks again, because he hasn’t been able to come up with anything else.

Your gaze flits over his face this time, and Shigaraki almost misses the small smile that plays at your lips. He’s close enough now that you could touch him, and you almost do, shoulders just inches away from brushing. But you don’t close the gap.

You touch the others, a lot actually, though he gets the sense you’re the type to ask first. And with his mind running on overdrive every waking second, he gets overstimulated easily. He should probably be thankful you aren’t as familiar with him. That you bother to notice the distance he keeps even when he rarely pays you any mind.

Maybe you’re thankful for that too.

“You know, scream therapy is a very effective and cheap alternative to professional intervention,” you say matter of factly in response.

He waits for you to continue and you do.

“There’s no one out this late but heroes on patrols and they won’t come to help us, so this is a perfect opportunity to give it a try.”

He can feel his brow knitting together and you raise your hand for a second as if to smooth your thumb over the wrinkled skin. Shigaraki doesn’t move, but watches your fingers pause in mid motion and drop back down.

There’s a strange charge in the air between you—a spark he distantly wishes would ignite if only so he could stop churning in his gut.

“How do you do it?”

He’s never asked so many questions of anyone in his life. But he finds he truly wants to know.

And you’re the one that can show him.

You breathe deeply beside him, letting your eyes drift shut and taking a step towards the ledge. With hands balled into righteous little fists, you bend a bit at the waist and you...scream.

Shigaraki isn’t quite sure what he’d expected, but for some reason it wasn’t that.

He’s heard shouts before, cries for help or out of fear, but nothing like this. The sound seems to bubble up from some deep, dank pit inside you and bursts forth from your mouth like a geyser spewing boiling water from the earth. It’s long and low and loudloudloud. It isn’t a sound he could ever imagine you making, but it rumbles in his chest as if it’s his own.

Just watching has a weight lifting from his shoulders.

You keep going even when he knows you should have run out of air. But you aren’t really making the noise, you’re just letting it escape. He’s not sure how he knows that but he does.

Your voice cracks and snaps and rages forth and you scream in a way he feels in his very bones. The garbled, awful sound is so clearly understandable despite the wind that carries it away.

It says: I am free and young and can feel none of it.

And then it’s words. Words that tumble from you in a torrent.

About your family, about what’s been done to you, what you’ve done to yourself.

About the lies and the injustice of it all.

You’re heaving by the end, deflated as though all the screams had left behind an empty space—an abscess drained and ready to heal over or fill back up.

“It’s your turn.”

Shigaraki stares at you, silhouetted by the dull, silver glow of the city and panting. You both look at each other for a moment, reveling in the odd connection that sometimes forms between strangers who know far too much about each other.

He doesn’t think he could top that, but the energy you’ve created is invigorating and he’s determined to ride the wave while he has it.

Taking a step, he joins you by the ledge again, and you back up as if allowing him into the spotlight. The wind will swallow whatever he says, it will eat the words like a starving behemoth and he finds himself ready to feed the beast.

He has to dig deep, scratch at old sores to make them bleed again, tear at scabs so he can let the contaminating thoughts leak out. Once he feels like he’s breached far enough, Shigaraki takes a breath.

And he screams.

His body doubles over with the strength of it, foot slamming down onto the roofing and four fingers fisted in the hem of his shirt.

It hurts coming out, rips at his vocal chords and has his throat raw to bleeding after just the first few seconds but he pushes past it.

He wonders if this is what a runner's high feels like, when you’ve pushed beyond the side stitches and knee aches and your blood finally rushes with all those elusive feel good chemicals he never has enough of.

Whatever it is, the feeling is addicting.

Shigaraki is dimly aware of you in his peripheral, encouraging the tsunami thoughts in his head to be thrust out into the uncaring arms of the city skyline.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t have to search for the words. They simply come. All his frustrations, some he wasn’t even conscious of, spill fresh and steaming like blood. Physically, his body remains but somewhere in the depths of his mind he is younger and hurt and alone and trying desperately to scream.

“I destroy everything I touch!” he roars at the apathetic, grey sidewalk below.

After the last word leaves him, he feels the same weightlessness he’d seen in the sag of your shoulders. The same snapping of the coil slack in his spine.

And suddenly, with this glorious, awful sense of revelation, Shigaraki realizes that everything in his head has gone quiet.

He’s over taken by a silence that requires no filling, a peace that he’d imagined only existed at the bottom of abandoned wells, far away from any chubby child’s hands that may toss foolish wishes down them.

He thinks about kissing you then.

And he knows now that this thought has always been there, but it was drowned like a subway rat in the aftermath of the hurricane brewing in his brainstem. He has always noticed you no matter how hard you try to blend into the background. Your voice has always been a bit better at shutting out the unending, worthless choir in his head.

He wouldn’t have followed anyone else up here—not Dabi, not Spinner, not Compress or even Kurogiri.

He can see that now. In this new enlightened state, everything is so much clearer. Though he is quickly thrust back into the present, into his body once again, as another kind of soft weight settles on his shoulders. Your coat is skin warmed and smells like you and everything he’s ever loved in his own screwy little way. He realizes then that you’ve been trying to talk to him this whole time.

“Shigs,” you call again and tuck the coat tighter around his shoulders, “you were shaking.”

Shigaraki nods, feeling relief from the cold he hadn’t quite been aware of till now. He’s not sure if you’ve ever addressed him so informally before, but he decides he likes the nickname.

It feels a bit like a gift.

“Better, yeah?”

He’s not really sure if it’s better, but it is different and it’s been impossibly long since anything has been different, so he thinks it must be good.

“Yes,” he says.

It’s a general yes, both to your question and to you, whatever that might mean. He doesn’t say anything more because he’s done enough talking and you nod like you understand.

Neither of you moves to leave the roof, but you do inch closer to him this time, closing the gap and tucking him into your side. Your arm is slung gently across his shoulders and he finds the weight of it relieving.

That seems like it shouldn’t make since but it does—a paradox of sorts, weight being a comfort.

Then the sun begins to rise and it’s as if he’s seeing you in a new light.

Your profile outlined by the stark daybreak rays, so horribly strong despite the scream he knows is forming again under the surface.

And Shigaraki wonders if you see him that way too.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha x reader #tomura shigaraki imagines #gender nuetral reader #slight manga spoilers #bee.writes

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intotherumiverse · 3 years

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ship your moots !!

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!! TURN IT UP

I got everyone of my mooties in clutch <3 p = platonic

Edit = this is so long I can’t. I have everyone that are my mooties (or I think that are my mooties) and I hope y’all like ‘em. They took so MF long

@katsumiiii + aomine daiki — cocky girlfriend with even cockier boyfriend. They’re playful banter is god-teir and for what? Daiki tries so hard for mira and she just plays it off. @katsukissy + bakugou katsuki — it’s >:) + >:/ moxie is such a menace to society and Bakugou is just taking it. plus they’d be such a power couple I can’t @koishiguro / @lvrgrlkoi + kise ryota — but like whipped boyfriend + “I don’t give two shits ‘bout your little fan club” girlfriend. kise tries so fucking hard for koi’s attention it’s funny. and she’s just 🤨 you done the entire time. @artof-apollo + p! denki kamanari — they the 2 pretty best friend. They are also crackhead x crackhea, with rare smart boy moments <3 @spike-this-ass + gojo satoru — dumb himbo boyfriend with secret smart partner <3. They’re the 🙄 +🤨. Gojo getting into the dumbest shit ever and Sunni’s just like “okayyyy? Tf you want me to do about it?” @myhoodacademia + power — cocky gf + cocky gf. Dee’s just like “I know you love me and power refuses to acknowledge the hint of the fact. But anyone else look at dee, she’s drop kicking someone

@lilsparkyswife + armin arlert — himbo + bf who tries to keep himbo safe. Von’s getting into the dumbest shit ever and armin’s just there like “ 🤨 didn’t I tell you fighting eren is never a good idea?” @katsuflossy + shiggy — I mean I guess he loves her. With them puppy dog eyes he makes everytime he want sum it has to be love. Ni on the other hand is just like 😐 tf you want now?

@noirstoxin + p! itadori — “yo ita. Try feeding sukuna hot sauce and see what happens” enough said.

@solar3lunar + megumi — quiet kids in the library vibes (even though nova isn’t really quiet per say) but megumi loves he and her antics. Would take on cafe date

@minruko + mirio togata — them nigh as would be so loud together I can hear it from here. Mini’s just daring Mirio the stupidest shit and Mirio’s like “okay!! I’ll do it for you <3”

@combat-wombatus + kirishima ejiro — soft gf + even softer bf <3. They are so sweet to everyone around them it’s crazy. Also parent couple me thinks!

@yuujisbby + itadori yuuji — dumb bf + smart gf. Ita’s doing the dumbest shit to impress Sasha and sash is trying to not let himself get himself killed by not letting him do the dumb shit

@bubblime + sukuna — it’s just overexcited gf + tired bf. Bubs is always down for anything and sukuna is the tried boyfriend telling her to come take a nap with him

@silkylious + shoto todoroki — analyst couple ; y’all can’t do anything around them unless you want to be roasted in the most blunt way. Just “is that why you make your daddy issues your whole personality? 😐”

@mypimpademia + taiga kagami — OKAY HEAR ME OUT BUT juice and taiga would make sense. Over excited bf with bf who’s seen it all. Will hit him if he over worked himself. also matching necklaces??? Yes.

@kunikida-kun + keigo tamaki — show off bf + ion care gf. He tries soooo mf hard just for rei to give him a blank stare and continue on with her day. @whipped-cream-writings + bokuto. Softest couple ever. Matching jersey hoodie and cafe dates before practice. @dragonsdreamoffire + shinra (fire force) — himbo + soft girl <3. Shinra loves dream with his soul and never leaves a mission without giving her a kiss @fatgumshoneybun + joker (fire force) — cocky bf with confused/shy partner. He tries so hard with princess and they’re either too confused or sleepy to make head or tails about it. They have the most amazing cuddle seshs though.

@tobi-momo + kageyama tobio — they’d be perfect together. Do doubt. kags always a stuttering mess when momo is in a 5 mile radius of him and it’s so cute I can’t

@angiebug101 + kirishima ejiro — himbo +even bigger himbo. They sound like they‘re on drugs half the time but they love each other. Always taking photos together.

@xetou + aki (chainsaw man) — she broke through him and now he’s stuck with her for life. He doesn’t even know how or when they got together in the first place. Xetou just popped up

@vilbabywritess + bakugou — angry boy with angrier girl. Vil will not hesitate to fuck Bakugou up but they in love I guess.

@lvvrboy + denji (chainsaw man) — seven will fuck over Denji so much he has to fall in love with him. The himbo is so clingy for him is terrifying

@sanemiya + sanemi — angry boy + soft girl. They are legit the “I hate everyone but you” trope and it’s so cute. Miya the only one he listens too with no doubt

@moonlit-xio + p! Denki — it’s the way he’d bully her with love for me. But they would scrap in the streets for some griot no doubt

@kazescartier + genos (opm) — confused bf with chaotic gf. With kaze’s high paced energy she needs someone to mellow her tf out. Genos <3 @myamuraaa + Shindou (Bnha) —flustered sim is the only way to go and shindou has no restraints with that. Also they would come through with the matching fits . @sassi-sunflower + p! Mina — the most chaotic pair ever and I’d love it so much <3

@mads-fairy + kenma — loud gf + quiet bf. Kenma is always so confused on how Maddie has so much energy while after talking to one person he’s drained. But he knows how to settle maddie down

@oikawaplssteponme + hanta sero — they are so flirty and lovey to each other it’s disgusting. They’re are always touching in some way shape or form and kisses are frequent with them

@sobaluvr / @katsupremacy + hitoshi Shinsou — :| + >:) Shinsou is so tired of theo’s antics it hilarious. But like the banter and funny quips? Hand them over to me now!

@fuckasslesbian + p! Bakugou — they’re are menaces to societ when put together. Enough said

@reject-human-return-to-elefante + tenya iida — >:) + :^). They’re a really good match, the right mix of chaos and sameness?? Tenya is so calming for Bat it’s insane. @tododekukisses / @tomiokariceballs + Metal bat — angy couple. They fits? Immaculate ✨✨✨. Will fuck up anyone and everyone. @hvnlymha + shoto todoroki — soft couple ever. They are so cute with each other. Soft kisses and rain shower dates

@miashimaa + denki — the most chaotic, off the hinge, high as fuck couple ever. It‘s a walking dumpster fire and they love it. @vodrea + Reo Mikage — Drea is a clingy mess and Reo loves it. They are so cute together and it’s full of loving looks and kisses @cloudytamaki + tamaki (Bnha) — soft nervous couple. Picnic dates, and late night star watching for them <3 @izukulus + izuku midoriya — match made in heaven. the cottagecore vibes in this are amazing, and they’re so MF cute I can’t @kozumeslove / @kozu-zumi + kenma — soft gf and soft boy >:3. Cat cafe and roller skating dates galore <3 @morosis-haze + neito monoma — asshole + snarky gf. They’d be at each others throat’s 25/8 and it’s so funny to watch it @cubbluv + Mirio — he’s so softtt??? And for what??? Sorry but they’d be a top tier couple @r0manz + yui (Bnha ; class 1b) — it’s legit 😩 + 😐. Roman simps so hard and yui doesn’t know how to react to it. She’s really soft and hate when Roman flirts with anyone else @izukxnnie + Tamaki amajiki — they’d be so cute together. Love letter in lockers and holding pinkies in the hallways omg @rosetheshapeshifter + Bakugou — rose is drop kicking this MF ever, punting him across the fields and having a smaller the entire time @ickyjiki + dabi — the “I hate everyone but you“ trope on clutch with them two. His gaze is softer around Juno and she loves it <3 @ryuvanaka + denki — friends to lovers trope? Denki is so whipped for yves I can’t. Denki just fizzled out whenever they’re near it’s crazy. @shotos-noodles / @kuroos-ramen + kuroo — the science flirt jokes he would use to try and bag zay. And she’s laughing at his nerdy self. Best couple I say @asaincy + Shoji — Shoji is so nervous around quincy it’s insane. He tries to flirt but it’s so funny. But quincy is so head over heels for him it doesn’t matter. @dollops-of-delusion + Izuku — Analyst power couple. Delusion knows so much it’s insane and paired with Izu? Off the walls

#Anonymous #—rumitalks #this took a lot longer than i thought it would

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theyscreamjade · 4 years

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can you make some headcanons about how bakugo,denki, dabi, and shinso would react to a seemingly super intimidating s/o who looks mean but is actually rlly chaotic and funny once u get to know them? thank u 🖤🖤

Never Judge By Looks

I INSTANTLY RELATE TO THIS SO MUCH! A lot of people look at me and think I’m mean but I’m the nicest person you could ever meet. So, being the strange little coffee bean that I am, I'm rather funny. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Cursing, Crackhead Energy, and lastly..a sliver of smut.

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Katsuki Bakugo.

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* When he spotted you, everyone was completely intimidated by you. I mean everyone, including Mina and you know that’s something.

* So, who broke the barrier and asked you a random question?

* Tsu’s bold-self, she walked over and simply asked where did you get your shoes from because she took notice of the limited edition brand you were wearing.

* How do you respond?

* Doing an epic fucking pose and giving a show dropping thank you as she stares in complete confusion as Mina screeches as loud as she can. That boils a friendship THAT SHOULDVE FUCKING HAPPENED!

* As much as he hates to admit it, he loves how random and chaotic you are. He loves how you can make even him laugh at how you are.

* It keeps a smile on his face though he doesn’t want to have it often. To him, it adds spice to the relationship you two have.

* He loves that every time he comes home, you’re doing the most random of shit.

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Katsuki walked into the home, groaning as he walked towards the hallway, before freezing. He paused and turned towards the open door in his office as he flickered the lights on.

You slowly turned to face him with the cat in your lap as you smirked. “Welcome...To my evil lair.” You said while smirking as he stared at you in pure disarray.

“SINCE WHEN IN THE FUCK DOD WE GET A FUCKING CAT?!” He yelled as you smiled.

“I adopted one..and a dog..” you replied. “But the Pomeranian doesn’t seem to like his new feline friend, Mr. Snuggles.” You added, kissing the kitten as it meowed.

Katsuki sighed and held his nose. “Where is it?” he asked as he started looking around for an animal.

“I’m looking at him.”

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Denki Kaminari

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* This is a match made in fucking heaven.

* He didn’t even care how intimidating you were, when you pulled out your phone case and he spotted something even he likes.

* He’s zapping to you and that’s that.

* You guys are called ‘The Chaotic Duo’. Mina, Ochako, Momo, and even Toru and Tsu loves you and how random you can be.

* You two together can make a simple trip to the store a ride to remember.

* The last adventure you two had, ended in you two being kicked out because he decided to charge all the fucking appliances in the Walmart technology.

* THAT WAS A BAD IDEA FROM THE BEGINNING.

* Let's just say..he fried the power..and even the backup generator they had.

* Best night ever.

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“Babe! Have you seen m-“ Denki stopped his sentence as he saw you, standing at the entrance of the hallway? You were dressed perfectly in an Ash costume. You held up a poké-ball and tossed it at him.

The ball slapped him against the chest as he looked at it while it sat on the floor. “Pikachu! I choose you!” You said as he looked at you with a dorky smile on his face.

“Pika Pika!” He responded, running towards you while you squealed, bursting into a fit of laughter as he tackled you to the ground.

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Hitoshi Shinsou

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* (I’ve been dying to use this man for the longest.)

* I see Shinso as a vibe guy, he’s extremely observant, unlike others. He doesn't go by personality but by how you are as a person, what type of energy you present. Though you wore a straight face, he knew that wasn’t the case.

* So, he already knows how weird you were though everyone else was still trying to find out more about you.

* He broke the ice himself and simply sat beside you, starting a simple conversation that became an awesome one. No one will know how a simple conversationwent from what’s your favorite color to how cats you owned and the werid shit they did at night.

* When you two started dating, everyone was shocked because after finally seeing the real you, they would’ve never expected him to be happy with a soul like you.

* He laughs at your jokes, might even do a few things with you, but he'd have to brainwash a few people so you guys can get off clean.

* He genuinely loves everything about that chaotic side to you to a T. You make his darkest nightmares to a beautiful dream.

* Your jokes make his day every single time, ignoring every comment that the world brings into him. You’re there to make it better.

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“Kitten? Kitten? Where are you?” Shinso asked, looking around the empty apartment which was strange because you were babysitting Eri.

He walked around in confusion before he heard a giggle, making him pause. He looked up before walking out to the roof of the apartment building.

Eri and you sat side by side in a giant beanbag, holding your hands over when portable fire pit. “Let’s gather around the Campfire and sing our campfore song. Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G song, and if you don’t think we can sing it faster then you’re wrong, but it’ll help if you just sing along!” You and Eri sung together before breaking out into a loud sing-a-long with her.

Hitoshi couldn’t help but laugh softly, watching you with her before he walked over to you two. When he sat down, you snatched her up and screamed.

“AHH, IT’S A SEA BEAR!”

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Touya Todoroki (Dabi.)

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* Another man who already knew you before anyone else.

* Dabi’s very observant, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that. He doesn’t watch you like a hawk but when you joined the LOV.

* You made Shigaraki laugh, that’s a fucking miracle in itself.

* Toga, Twice and others loved you, especially Twice. You made both sides of him laugh until tears rolled down his cheeks.

* When you two are together, it’s more of a cat and mouse relationship. He follows and watches you, he may join you during your random or weird moments but it’s not his type of thing.

* You and Toga, on the other hand, are amazing. You two do the craziest of things, like Harley and Poison Ivy.

* You’re his star in the dark sky in his heart and he loves you for that. You shine so brightly, it blinds him sometimes.

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“What the hell happened?” He asked, looking at you and Toga confused. Shigaraki looked just as confused as him. “And what the fuck are you wearing?” Shigaraki asked.

You were dressed in a sexy mouse costume and Toga was wearing a cat costume to match. “You told us to get into that party right?” You asked, looking at them.

You reached into your mouse ears and pulled out the papers, Shigaraki needed. He hesitated to take them but he pulled them away. “The...the party’s attire was formal..” Shigaraki spoke up, looking at you two confused as you took the mouse ears off your head.

“Yeah, but we would’ve been seen if we just wore formal attire. They had kids in there and a little brat gave me the papers I needed in exchange for Toga chasing me out of the party.” You said, smirking. Shigaraki snickered softly as Dabi smirked.

“When will it be my turn to chase you?”

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lyrical-panic · 3 years

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The Four Times Katsuki Bakugo Wanted to Kiss Eijiro Kirishima and the One Time he Did

If any of you remember that Kiribaku hate anon from a few weeks ago, I should tell you that the idea for this story was born in the middle of that incident, because I’m petty as hell.

Warnings: Some angst, swearing, mentions of panic attacks and self loathing

Masterlist

“C’mon!” Kirishima roared, hand outstretched. Without hesitation, Katsuki created a blast under him, propelling him across the sky.

He grabbed Kirishima’s hand, grinning like a maniac. “You idiots!”

Kirishima grinned back.

It was over in an instant. A few more words were exchanged, but Katsuki was on autopilot. He glanced back behind him, watching the villains shrink away until they were unseen. He was out. He was safe. Before he knew it, the groud was under his feet again. He wobbled a little, straightening up. Deku called someone, Todoroki it sounded like as the group merged with Kamino Ward’s massive crowd.

Kirishima dropped Katsuki’s hand, and he felt something odd prickle in his gut. He stared hard at the red-head, who was still smiling like nothing was wrong in the world.

“What the hell are you grinning for?” Katsuki snapped. “You look like a moron.”

“We got you back, I’m happy!” Kirishima exclaimed, his smile turning teasing. “And don’t think I didn’t see you smiling earlier, Bakugo.”

“Tch. I was just glad to be out of there.” Katsuki shook his head. “But I guess seeing your stupid face is better than seeing those villains.” He added after an afterthought.

“Hey, I’ll take it!” Kirishima laughed. The sound was scraggly, as if he hadn’t laughed in days. Katsuki figured there hadn’t been much reason to laugh, but the broken noise still made his head spin.

…What?

He scowled, and looked pointedly at the ground, hoping it would signal the end of the conversation. It didn’t stop him from still thinking about that bright smile. It didn’t stop him from hearing that bittersweet laugh.

Stop that. What the hell is wrong with you?

Katsuki allowed himself a glance back up at Kirishima, who was saying something to Iida. His hands gestured as he spoke, and Katsuki realized that he could still feel his phantom touch in his hand.

No, that’s not a thing. No you can’t. Shut the fuck up. He scolded himself. This was getting absurd.

Though his brain screamed at him to stop, Katsuki still couldn’t bring himself to look away from the boy. Kirishima finally noticed him staring.

“You’re okay, right? They didn’t hurt you or anything, did they?” He pursed his lips, brow creasing in concern.

“No. I was handling it.”

“If you say so, man. Just glad to have you back.”

Thank you.

The words bubbled in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say them. His pride wouldn’t let them. Kirishima’s dumb face, written all over in unnecessary worry made it hard for him to say anything.

“Oh,” Iida gasped, hand clasped over his mouth.

Katsuki’s eyes ripped from Kirishima to see what had startled the class rep. On the large TV mounted into one of Kamino’s tall buildings was live footage of the scene he’d just escaped from. The League of Villains were gone, but the Boss Villain in all black still stood there. And there was All Might.

Suddenly Katsuki’s odd feelings became the least of his concern.

. . .

Kirishima was late.

Katsuki slammed his hand on his desk, an irritated growl passing his lips. He crossed the room, and banged on the wall connecting their dorms. “Shitty Hair, hurry your ass up!”

There was a muffled response. Katsuki sighed heavily, shoving his way out of his room to see what the deal was.

“OI! Kirishima! What the hell are you doing in there?” He knocked loudly on his door. “I thought you wanted to do homework together.”

Kirishima’s nervous voice floated through the wooden barrier. “Uh, sorry, Bakugo! Something-uh-”

I can’t deal with this.

With another annoyed noise, Katsuki barged in without any other warning. “You’d better have a good-”

Red. There was red all over the floor. It was mostly in the little bathroom off to the side, but a little of the bright sticky substance had spilled into the main room. Kirishima sat cross-legged on the floor, furiously scrubbing at it with a soggy washcloth. He looked up, not all that surprised to see his friend, and smiled weakly.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki yelled. It had scared him at first, thinking it had been blood. Upon a second look though, he could tell that it was far too thick and too bright to be blood. “What the hell is all that?”

“Hair dye,” Kirishima admitted, his hand connecting with the back of his neck. “I was trying to touch up my roots, but I accidentally knocked over the open bottle, and well…”

“Idiot. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“What? That I dye my hair?”

“No, stupid, I knew that! That you made a mess!”

“Oh! I didn’t wanna bother you.” The boy ran his hand through his hair, which Katsuki noticed was hanging low around his shoulders, like it had been the night he’d come for him in Kamino. “Also, I feel really dumb right now.”

“Don’t.” Katsuki leaned into the bathroom, grabbing another towel. He ran it under the faucet, before crouching down to scrub at the dye himself.

“You- you’re helping?” Kirishima’s red eyes widened, smile pulling at his mouth.

“The faster this gets cleaned up, the faster we do homework.”

The smile pulled wider, until he was wearing the biggest, toothiest grin Katsuki was sure he’d ever seen. “Thanks, Bakugo! I really appreciate it.”

The blond’s face began to feel warmer, so he quickly hung his head, focusing on the mess and hoping his unruly hair would hide his blush. “Whatever. Just be more careful. You could’ve gotten your stupid ass hurt if you slipped in it.”

“It won’t happen again, I promise!”

If Katsuki Bakugo was a braver person, he would’ve leaned right over the pool of sticky hair dye and kissed that idiot right there. The idea sounded more than appealing. He’d been thinking about doing it for weeks, ever since Kamino.

But for all his bravado, Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t brave enough to do it. Instead, he pressed his towel harder than he needed to into the floor, as if he could wipe away his frustration with himself along with all the hair dye.

. . .

“Wait, I can steal a star?” Kirishima realized excitedly.

“Do it.” Katsuki grinned wickedly.

“Oh, don’t you dare, Kirishima.” Kaminari hissed.

“He has the coins, he’s gonna do it!” Sero groaned.

“Oh I’m totally doing it.” Kirishima triumphantly tapped a button on his controller, agreeing to the transaction.

Kaminari and Sero went bananas. It was fantastic.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

He had been skeptical about Mario Party. It looked pretty dumb, if he was being honest, which he most always was. But when Kirishima suggested they play teams, and then gave a very impassioned speech about how to the two of them could do anything, who was Katsuki Bakugo to deny him?

God, I sound like an idiot.

Personal feelings aside though, he was glad he’d caved. Kirishima had been right; they were kicking ass.

Katsuki cackled as Lakitu fished a star away from Peach, Kaminari’s character, and brought it back to Kirishima’s Mario.

“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki cheered as he directed Bowser to the star still on the board.

“And they get another- UGH!” Sero dropped his controller, draping an arm over his eyes. “Oh, this is torture.”

“Five to one. Hell yeah!” Kirishima whooped.

“You haven’t won yet.” Kaminari dramatically pointed a finger at the pair.

“But we’re going to.” Katsuki promised.

“Kaminari, there are two turns left.” Sero pointed out, still sulking. “The only thing that could possibly save us now are the bonus stars, and even then it probably still won’t help much. Not when we’re four stars behind.”

“Ugh, this suuuuucks.” The golden eyed boy groaned, joining his partner in agony.

“You losers have to roll, it’s your turn.” Katsuki thrust Sero’s controller back into his hands.

“Yeah, finish out strong!” Kirishima encouraged, pointing to the screen. “Look, the next star’s close to you, Kaminari, you could probably get it.”

“It won’t save your sorry asses though.”

“Not helping, Bakugo.” Sero deadpanned. “Not helping at all.”

Kirishima chuckled, knocking his knee against Katsuki’s. “I highly doubt he’s trying to.”

The ash-blond smirked at him, leaning back against the couch cushions. He tried to ignore how Kirishima hadn’t moved his knee. He tried to ignore how his own body seemed to be gravitating towards Kirishima’s. Katsuki had been trying to ignore the signs for two months now, but it was becoming more and more obvious what was going on.

Katsuki Bakugo was officially head-over-heels and face-in-the-mud in love with Eijiro Kirishima. The thought was slowly killing him inside, because how could he ever feel the same way? How could charismatic, energetic, “Live without regrets” Kirishima ever love him?

Depression seeped in as Sero and Kaminari’s turn ended, and he had to mindlessly press the button to roll the dice.

I’m a fucking idiot.

Still immersed in the game and their imminent loss, Kaminari and Sero didn’t notice Katsuki’s sudden shift in attitude. Kirishima did though. Worry coursed through him as he wondered what was troubling his friend so much to make him look so distant and distraught.

“Bakugo?” He whispered, leaning in to keep his other friends out of it. “You don’t look so good, man.”

“I’m fine.” Katsuki growled though gritted teeth. “Let’s just finish this stupid-ass game already. I’m tired.”

. . .

Katskui’s world warped and twisted. He was standing in front of a swirling black portal, the villain Dabi’s hand wrapped around his neck. He felt panic building in his chest, but before he could process it all, he was jerked backwards. It was as if a string wrapped around his torso had been yanked, hard. Next thing he knew he was watching All Might fight All for One. His stomach lurched. His body felt weightless, and not entirely corporeal.

This is a dream, Katsuki reminded himself, but that didn’t stop the familiar panic from seizing him like a fist closing tightly around his heart. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything. He silently screamed at himself, cursing his incompetence, his weakness, his uselessness.

Katsuki sat up so quickly he nearly gave himself whiplash. He breathed heavily, hands clenching in his hair. He brought his legs to his chest, and lowered his head so his forehead touched his knees.

“It wasn’t real,” he reminded himself breathlessly. “You weren’t in any danger,”

Then why didn’t you do anything?

The thought was an ugly one, but hardly unfamiliar. It was one that plagued him nearly every time he had a dream like this. If he couldn’t spur himself into action even when he was dreaming, how the hell did he except to get anything done when there was real danger? How did he except himself to be a hero?

If you hadn’t been so damn weak, you never would’ve gotten caught and caused all that trouble!

Katsuki flinched at his mother’s words, still reverberating in his skull months after she’d said them.

I’m fucking useless.

Temper suddenly flared, he unfolded himself from his fetal position, grabbing the closet thing, which was an electrical alarm clock. Forcefully yanking the clock so the plug was pulled out of the socket, Katsuki hurled it to the floor. It landed with an unsatisfactory dull clunk, which only enflamed his anger more.

With a guttural growl, he lumbered out of bed, snatching the clock back up. This time, when he lobbed it again, he aimed for the wall next to his bed. With more force behind it, the clock hit the wall with a resounding CRACK. Katsuki watched, still panting as it tumbled onto the bed. He doubted it’d ever work again.

Taking a deep breath, he tossed the clock back to the floor, only there was no anger behind the gesture now. Just bitter resignation. Katsuki crawled back onto the bed, leaning against the wall.

“Bakugo?” A knock sounded just left of his head. “Everything ok? Did you throw something?”

Fuck. He’d woken Kirishima. Katsuki had forgotten about the red-head sleeping just next door. Anger coursed through him again, but this time it was laced with guilt. Idiot.

“It’s nothing,” Katsuki called back through the wall “Go back to sleep.”

Hoping Kirishima would leave it there, but knowing he wouldn’t, Katsuki buried himself in his blanket. Don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over-

Knock knock knock. “Bakugo? Can I come in?”

Goddamnit.

With an explosive sigh, Katsuki dragged himself back out of bed, stepping on the abandoned alarm clock in the process. “Shit!” He winced, kicking the now useless piece of plastic aside and rubbing his sore foot.

Kirishima knocked again.

“I’m comin’, quit whining.” The blond groaned, opening the door.

“Dude, what happened?” Worry laced Kirishima’s voice. His eyes darted from Katsuki to the room behind him, presumably searching for the source of the sound that’d awoken him.

“Nothing. I had a dream and I got mad.” Katsuki said lamely. “It’s not a big deal. Go back to bed.”

“Did you throw the alarm?” Kirishima ignored him, sidestepping the boy into his room. “Why? What kind of dream did you have?”

“None of your business.”

“Bakugo,”

His voice was soft and coaxing. It was the kind of voice you used when you were trying to get a small child to come out of a hiding spot. It was appropriate, Katsuki certainly felt small in that moment. He felt a dull ache in his chest at the sound of it. He sighed heavily again, sitting on the edge of his bed, walls caving in. “It was about Kamino.”

“Oh,”

Katsuki hung his head, not wanting the boy to see the tears burning the corners of his eyes. He felt the bed dip as Kirishima joined him.

“It wasn’t your fault, you know.” He said quietly. “None of it. Not the kidnapping, not the fight, not even All Might’s retirement.”

“If I hadn’t gotten caught-”

“None of us couldn’t prevented that. It was a surprise attack, we couldn’t have seen it coming. You were overwhelmed, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Katsuki felt a warm hand cover his knee. He looked up at Kirishima, seeing nothing but warmth.

“I feel weak.” Katsuki admitted.

“Don’t.”

Don’t. It was the same thing he’d told Kirishima when he said he’d felt dumb for spilling his hair dye all those months ago. Though he’d all but forgotten about the exchange, it all rushed back now, like a tidal wave that’d been held back by a dam.

“Thank you.”

There was more to say than that. More than Katsuki thought he could actually articulate. Those two small words carried more messages than he could ever say.

Kirishima seemed to understand, though. He didn’t ask for elaboration. He simply gave the toothy grin Katsuki had grown to love, patted him on the back, and said “You’re welcome.”

. . .

BOOM

Gym Beta rumbled as Katsuki leveled a particularly strong blast against Kirishima, who took the brunt of it unflinchingly.

“Woah, that was a big one!” The red head batted the smoke away, deactivating his quirk. “How’re you not tired? We’ve been at this for an hour!”

“Or course I’m tired, dimwit. I’m human, aren’t I?” Katsuki rolled his eyes, and whipped beads of sweat off his forehead. “I’ve been active so I’m sweating more. That’s what’s making my blasts more powerful.”

“Oh, yeah! That makes sense.” Kirishima chuckled, grabbing his and his the blond’s water bottles. “Man, you sure are lucky, Bakugo.”

“Huh?”

“With your quirk, I mean.” Kirishima explained, tossing the other bottle, which Katsuki caught deftly. “It’s so strong and flashy, and it only gets stronger the longer you use it! You’re gonna be a great hero some day. I just hope I can keep up with you.”

“Not this shit again,” Katsuki groaned, taking a swig from his water. “You’re strong. How many times do we have to have this conversation, Shitty Hair?”

“I know, I know,” Kirishima waved him off, also taking a drink. “Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate you saying that! It’s just hard to believe, y’know?”

Katsuki was quiet for a minute. It sucked because he did know. His friend’s words hit closer to home than he had probably intended. He knew first hand how difficult it was to change your mind when you’d already convinced yourself of something, no matter how often people told you otherwise.

Katsuki didn’t say any of this, though. “It’s late. We should head back.” Is what he said instead.

“Right,” Kirishima sighed, disappointment heavy in his voice. His eyes flashed with hurt as he turned his back to pick up his gym bag.

Damnit, say something.

“Kirishima,”

He turned back, surprised, but not unpleasantly so. “Yeah?”

“I don’t like it when you look down on yourself. You’re better than that, even if you don’t think so.”

“Woah, where’s this coming from?” There was laughter in his voice.

Katsuki shrugged, scuffing his toe against the cement floor. “I just need you to hear it. Even if you don’t believe it yourself.”

The smile that spread across Kirishima’s face wasn’t the huge shit-eating grin Katsuki had gotten so used to. It was a new one. This one was shy and grateful. This smile came with a small blush, the lightest dusting of pink across the boy’s cheeks.

Oh fuck. Katsuki felt his own face heat up.

“Thank you Bakugo. That really means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

Suddenly Katsuki was restless. Here he was, standing in front Eijiro Kirishima, a boy he’d thought about kissing a hell of a lot more than he was willing to admit, and he wasn’t doing a single thing. Suddenly, he felt like he had to do something.

“Hey. You know that thing you say about living without regrets?”

“Oh, yeah? What about it?”

Before he could think too much about it, Katsuki closed the gap between his and Eijiro, and pressed his lips to his.

Eijiro let out a surprised squeak, but didn’t pull back. Instead, his hand found Katsuki’s shoulder, and he pulled his closer. The kiss was awkward, and a little too forceful on the blond’s part. But it was happening. The kiss several months in the making was finally happening, and Katsuki was wondering what the hell had taken him so long?

“How long have you wanted to do that?” Eijio asked with a breathy laugh as they pulled apart.

Katsuki pursed his lips, considering. “I think since Kamino.”

“Since the final exams, for me.”

Katsuki scowled. “You mean I could’ve pulled this shit way earlier?” The red head laughed again, this time it was less breathy. “I guess, yeah. What stopped you?”

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same,” the blond grumbled, crossing his arms. “What a waste.”

“Aw, don’t say that! I was too scared to do it, too!” Eijiro planted both hands firmly on Katsuki’s shoulders, beaming. “But it’s ok! Cause you did it!”

Katsuki chuckled a little, burying his face in Eijiro’s shoulder and wrapping his shaking arms around him. He returned the embrace ten-fold, squeezing Katsuki so tightly he thought he’d pop. He let him, though.

It felt good to be held. So good, it might’ve even been worth all those wasted months.

“I’m so glad I’ve got you,” Eijiro whispered into Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki squeezed tighter. Defiantly worth it.

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semisgroupie · 3 years

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Blame It On the Rain

Pairing: Dabi X F! Reader (mentions of Hawks X F!Reader)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mainly just language

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This fic is based on the song Blame It On the Rain by Milli Vanilli I recommend listening to it to get a general feel of what I’ve written for this and yeah. The flashback parts are bolded and italicized. Enjoy!

“Why are you so upset? I’ve never seen you like this over a girl before” Dabi looks up to the voice and sees Shigaraki looking down at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not upset” he looks back down at his glass swishing around the liquid inside refusing to continue to make eye contact with Shigaraki.

“Look if you’re still upset over Y/N you should just go and apologize to her. I mean what you did was pretty fucked” Dabi feels the flames going through his veins and that absurd comment. “Apologize to her? Fuck that” he clenches the glass hard but not hard enough to break it.

“Yeah you should. You were with her for a year then one day out of the blue you dropped her like a hot plate and ditched her like she was some type of clingy hookup” that was the final straw and all anyone could hear was glass breaking. “Look Tomura, if I wanted your fucking opinion I would’ve asked you. I don’t give a shit how I seemed, I did what was best”

“Best for who? For you and your shit pride? So what if she made you a little soft but whatever it’s over so I’m done with giving my opinion” Dabi gets up from his seat and walks to his room with a low grunt and slams the door. He grabs his phone from his pocket and sees a notification from some social media wannabe news source.

He opens it up and his blood seethes at the picture he sees, it’s you and Hawks. He has his arm wrapped around you and you’re both laughing, as much as he wants to throw the phone he can’t take his eyes off of you. You look so happy, so beautiful. The memories of the times he made you laugh and smile like that flood his mind quickly. He sighs and puts his phone away and lays down on his bed.

“I’m such a fucking idiot” is all he says to himself before thinking about the events that led you two to where you both are now.

Six months ago you two were sitting on your couch. Your boyfriend seemed different, like something was on his mind and no matter what you tried to do he wouldn’t say anything. “Touya, honey, what’s wrong?” You reach for his hand but he pulls away leaving a confused look on your face.

“Y/N, we need to talk” your heartbeat quickens because he never calls you by your first name alone unless he’s angry. You start thinking about what, if anything, you could’ve done to make him angry and before you could even try to pinpoint something he speaks.

“We should end things” your confusion is even more evident on your face, “Touya, what are you talking about?” He sighs, “look, I’m breaking up with you.” “What happened? I know those stupid hate accounts calling you soft and weak because of me have been getting to you but I thought we were happy.”

“I don’t need you to make me happy, Y/N. Are you that dense to think I’m breaking up with you over fucking hate accounts? I know you’ve done stupid things before but thinking that is really at the top of the list” now he’s just starting to piss you off. “Okay Touya, then get the fuck off of my couch and walk out the door. Don’t forget to leave your key asshole”

He doesn’t move, he’s still sitting on the couch. “Hey, I didn’t fucking stutter. Get off my fucking couch and leave” to emphasize the point you get up and open the door. “You’re really kicking me out?” “No I’m just standing here for my health, of course I’m kicking you out because one you’re not my boyfriend anymore and two instead of talking it out like ADULTS you want to diss me like a fucking child, so leave.”

He gets up and slowly walks to the door, you stick your hand out and he reaches in his pocket and places the spare key you gave him a few months ago in your hand. “I’ll call Tomura tomorrow so he can pick your stuff up.” He walks out the door with a low “goodbye” and you shut the door. A few minutes when you’re sure he’s gone you break down.

Leaning on the wall and falling to a seated position you just start bawling, it already hurt that he broke up with you but all the venom he spewed at you was adding salt to the wound. After a few minutes of crying you hear a knock on your window. You wipe your eyes and head to your window and see it’s Hawks. You open the window and he lets himself in, you don’t even say anything and he pulls you in a hug and just holds you while you go back to crying.

Keigo is one of your closest friends, he knew all your moods, what to do to cheer you up but most of all he knew how to comfort you best when some idiot broke your heart. “I’m here for you and whenever you’re ready you can tell me what happened” you nod into his chest and cry even harder. You two have never been anything more than friends, yes there were a few drunken kisses and a few drunken hookups but nothing more was explored in fear of ruining the friendship.

Now here you are six months later at some nightclub Keigo dragged you to, to help you “clear your mind and let loose”. You pull down your dress because you already feel some drunk sleezeballs staring at your curves, Keigo senses how uncomfortable you’re feeling and blocks you from their view with one of his wings until you two get to a booth.

“You look really stunning tonight dove” Keigo compliments while waving down the bouncer to find a bartender so he can order some drinks. A blush rushes to your cheeks and you softly thank him. Over the past few months Keigo helped clear your mind of Dabi and you two have gotten even closer. Now even more blushes and lingering touches are shared between the two of you.

Keigo finally finds a bartender and goes to the bar and orders the two of you drinks. After two Raspberry Cosmopolitans and a few shots you have all the liquid courage you need to go dance. “Keigo, come dance with me” you get up and start pulling his arm to the dance floor. You two weasel your way through the crowd of sweaty bodies and once you find a slightly less crowded area you two start dancing, Keigo keeping some space behind you not wanting to do anything you’re not comfortable with.

Slow Motion by Trey Songz starts playing and a huge smile grows on your face. “Hey it’s your favorite song dove” Keigo whispers into your ear and you nod at him. You grab his hands and put them on your waist he lightly squeezes your waist and pulls you closer to him and starts moving the two of you. As the song continues you take more of a lead by grinding on him more and more.

While you two are basically in your own world you don’t notice the set of eyes on you. Dabi walked into the club mainly to get shitfaced and forget about the photo he saw earlier. After a few drinks in he was sitting at the bar and saw familiar red wings through the crowd. He follows the wings and once they stop moving he sees you, you look absolutely breathtaking. Once he sees you dancing with Keigo his body starts to heat up and rage runs through his veins.

He gets up and starts making his way towards the two of you, shoving people out of the way and just flipping them off when they try to confront him. He’s close to the two of you but it’s like the two of you are the only people in the room.

As the song gets closer to ending Keigo leans his head lower and closer to your face and you get the hint of what he’s trying to do as you wrap your arm around his neck and pull him close. Right as your lips are about to touch you feel a burning grip on your free wrist.

“Hey, what the—Touya? What the fuck is the matter with you?” You pull your arm back and Dabi just yells over the music “I need to talk to you. Now.” You raise an eyebrow and turn to Keigo. He shrugs and let’s go of your waist. “I’ll be here if you need me dove and once you come back we could pick up where we left off” Keigo throws you a wink and you blush and turn to follow Dabi out the club.

Once you two are out you lean against the side of the club. “Speak Touya” you deadpan and it strikes a nerve deep within him. “That was pretty quick of you Y/N. Only six months and you’re out here with Keigo like a cute little couple—”

“If you’re here to talk shit I’m just going to head back inside. What I do is absolutely none of your business” you quickly interrupt him the fire in your chest is starting to build up. “You know you should head back inside then. Go run from me and turn away because that’s something you do best.”

“Run? Are you kidding me Touya? I’m not going to continue a bullshit conversation. I actually thought you were going to apologize for how you abruptly ended things between us to uphold this tough macho reputation, but stupid me. Or knowing you, you’d probably blame something else, maybe the fact that it was raining a few days before you ended things or because it was a half moon and not a full moon.”

“Yeah, it is real stupid of you to think I’d apologize when you’re out here acting like a whore grind—” a hard slap to the side of his face cuts him off mid sentence and you turn away with a quick “fuck you” Dabi just stands there in awe, cupping the side of his face. You turn around one last time “go ahead Touya blame it on something, you know you have to, to justify it to your ego. I’ll even help you. I had a few drinks so the alcohol could be one”

You look up to the sky and see some stars “Ah, blame it on the stars that are shining right now. You’ll find something you’re not that dumb Touya. You’ll find anything, something to blame it on except for the real reason why everything has happened the way it has. You. You’ll never blame yourself” and with that you head back into the club to find Keigo leaving Dabi standing there with not only a stinging pain on his face but also in his heart.

He knows what you said was true, deep deep down inside.

A/N pt2: hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed this! Dabi was really the only character I could think about fitting this fic along with the song choice. I hope it’s angsty and I wasn’t gonna make Y/N no whiney bitch 😂. She’s definitely standing her ground in my fics. Anyways thank you for reading and remember my requests and messages are always open! —Dee :)

#bnha angst #bnha #mha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi angst #angst #mha angst #song fic #bnha x reader

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violetnotez · 4 years

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hello!! how are u today? i hope youre well💖 may i request a baku crushing on a girl who is native eng speaker, but has never heard her speak. however one day the whole class is watching some eng movie n y/n starts dissing the movie in eng bc its so bad n the whole class is sHOCKED BC HER VOICE IS SO FLUENT N SM DEEPER IN ENG. bakubabe is just there like damn thats hot.

Hey babes! I’m doing well thank you, just doing some stuffs for my art blog! I hope youre doing well 💕💕also thank you to @gallickingun for the mangacap, it saved me so much time and I was actually able to color it! 😍

Also: IM ALIVE!!!! I LITERALLY WROTE THIS TODAY AND OMG I MISS WIRITNG! I’ll start on that Dabi x reader fic I mentioned in a little bit, just wanted to post this! Hopefully it’s good lmao

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2020

⤷ Warnings: cursing its bakubabe

⤷ Synopsis: Bakugo won’t admit it to himself, but he’s conflicted: he knows he has a crush on you, but his dumbass won’t admit it-well, until he hears your sexy American voice.

Song Recs: ⤷If I Cant Have You-Shawn Mendes⤷Thinking About You-Calvin Harris ⤷Rather Be-Clean Bandit

This was so stupid. Completely dumb and a waste of his time.

Bakugo slumped in his seat a little more, a grumble escaping his lips as he tried to focus on the screen in front of him, his broad shoulders crossed in front of him.

He should be sleeping right now, not sitting and watching this dumbass romantic American movie, especially when you were by his side.

There was no reason why his cheeks should feel hotter when you laughed at the movie, or his hands feel clammy with his sweat everytime you shifted your body closer to him.

It was pissing him off, because no matter how much he tried to ignore the pent up emotions in his chest, he had to admit it to himself-he had a goddamn crush.

On you, the goddamn exchange student.

Fucking great.

His lips pouted as he sulked in his seat on the couch, trying his best to glue his eyes to the screen instead of sneaking a glance at your profile.

The TV showed one of the most sickly sweet and horrific scenes he had ever witnessed: the main couple on screen were finally declaring their love to each other, their voices getting louder and more desperate as they tried to one up each other, almost as if battling to see who could last the longest.

“I love you to the moon!”

“I love you to the moon and back!”

“I love you to the moon and all the stars in the sky!”

“And I love you to-“

A laugh erupted next to him, Bakugo swiveling his head over to see you giggling in your seat, your pretty lips parted as those sweet sounds came from your mouth.

“God, this is terrible!” You chuckled, shaking your head as you said it.

Bakugo’s face reddened, his eyes widening from the sounds coming from your mouth.

Your sentence wasn’t in Japanese: it was foreign and new, American sounding.

Bakugo was used to your voice sounding light and airy when you talked in Japanese, like a leaf on a autumn breeze as it floated into his ears and danced in his mind whenever you spoke his native language. Sometimes you would fumble over the words, trying to piece the meanings together as a blush formed on your cheeks and your eyes turned up from embarrassment. He always made fun of you from it, usually telling you to “Spit it out Baka, I don’t got all day”, but really-he absolutely loved it. You sounded so sweet, so innocent and endearing: he just wanted to wrap you in a hug and envelope himself in your sugar sweet voice.

But right now, your voice was somehow the opposite-it was deeper and richer, like warm,auburn honey on a summer evening. It coated his mind in its thick numbness, the only thing he could think of was how deep and sultry, and well, sexy, it sounded coming from your lips.

He squirmed in his seat, hating how much that little change in your tone affected him so much as you continued to giggle at the wreck of a movie in front of you.

Your class turned to look at you, their faces clearly as shocked as Bakugo’s-they had never actually heard your voice when you spoke English, and they weren’t quite used to it.

You looked at your classmates, your face twisted in innocent confusion.

“What? What did I say?” You asked again in that sultry American voice, making Bakugo shift in his seat, his face looking away from you as he covered his mouth with his hand.

Damn you needed to get that voice under control-he felt like you were controlling his emotions when you spoke like that.

“Whoa y/n you know English!” Kamianri propped himself up, his face clearly in awe as he yelled it out the words.

Sero, who was sitting beside him, chuckled at his air headed friend, giving him a judging look.

“Uh, you do realize she’s from America, right?” Sero snickered, Kamianri looking sheepish as he realized his forgetfulness.

“Oops, Sorry!” He yelled out again, earning a laugh from you and the rest of your classmates.

Jealousy bubbled inside Bakugo like a volcanic eruption, the dangerous emotion barely being contained inside him as his fists clenched.

He hated when others made you laugh, especially his freinds, who unfortunately figured out the crush he had on you a few weeks back. Hearing you giggle at his idiot friends made him want to yell out in possession, declaring that they should know that you were his-well would be his- and they should lay off. But you didn’t suspect a thing about his feelings, and he really didn’t feel like looking like a possessive freak in front of you.

He felt your body shift next to his, his heart beating faster as your finger tapped his shoulder.

“Hey, Uh, Bakugo?” You whispered, the sweet tone of your Japanese voice making him shudder pleasantly, as well as long for your deeper American voice.

He grunted in response, his arms still slung across his broad chest.

“Did I talk in my American voice?”

He scoffed, his eyes rolling in his sockets at how adorably oblivious you could be sometimes. He sent you a shit eating smirk, his vermillion eyes dark like wine.

“What do you think?” He stated, but he didn’t say it in his language, no-he said it English.

He watched your face instantly light up, your eyes bright with excitement and awe as you gasped.

“Wait-you know English?!” You yelled out in awe, a smile erupting on your face. That smile seemed to shake his world, his mind eternally thanking that the room was so dark as his cheeks flushed.

“Of course I know English,” he scoffed, “what idiot doesnt.”

You giggled at his comment, your body shifting closer to his.

Damn it, his cheeks were getting hotter-he could feel your shoulder a mere centimeters away from his, your skin radiating a coolness that felt so soothing being near his permanently hot flesh.

You leaned in closer, your eyes watching his face with sweetness. “How long have you been speaking it?” you asked, but in that hot ass American voice-he was about to combust right then and there.

Shit-he would never admit it, but he hadn’t been exactly practicing his second language. He had learned it back in middle school, when it was a required class, and he had passed it with flying colors of course. Over the years though, he began to forget it, and he was pretty rusty now, now only remembering a few phrases (‘What do you think?’ being one of them)

“Ahh-“ he grumbled out, feeling stupid for not even understanding what you had said. He felt those pretty eyes of yours continue to stare at him, making him feel almost guilty for leading you on as you face fell slightly.

“You didn’t understand what I said, did you?” You asked sadly, back to using your airy Japanese voice. He hated seeing you look so disappointed, as if he let you down in some way.

“Of course I do, dumbass, I just-“

“It’s been awhile since you spoken it?”

He grunted in reply, your mind already translating that to a “Yes.”

Your face somehow light up again, your body even closer to his as you shimmied yourself near him.

“Then I’ll reteach you it!”

“Huh?” He looked at you, his eyes slanted as you peered at you with an almost judging look. What the hell were you playing at?

You nodded again, your lips letting out a slight hum.

“Yeah, I’ll teach you a phrase in English! To be honest, I miss having someone to talk to in my language…” you chuckled at your revelation, your eyes coated in embarrassment.

Well shit-if you needed someone to talk to in English, he was going to be the one to do it. With his damn luck Icy Hot and damn Deku would jump in and be your little English buddy. His skin crawled at the idea of you getting all cozy with one of those two bastards, his insides light up like a fire.

“Fine,” he huffed out, pretending like he was giving in, “but I’m not sitting through a whole damn lesson.”

You chuckled slightly, brushing a piece of hair behind your ears.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start off easy,” you smiled up at him, looking up slightly as if in thought.

“We’ll start with a something easy,” you instructed.

“I’ll teach you-“your sweet Japanese voice suddenly turned rich like syrup as it switched to American. ‘Hi my name is Bakugo”,

“Easy enough?” You asked, switching back to Japanese.

“Fucking elementary,” he scoffed, “yeah I can do it.”

“Cool!” You exclaimed quietly, still mindful of your classmates watching the crappy movie. You shimmied again, your face squarely staring at his as you waited for him to start speaking, your eyes expecting and wide with anticipation.

Shit he was supposed to be paying attention?

Bakugo cursed himself in his mind, as he was too preoccupied listening to your hot as hell American accent.

Damn, he was going to have a hard time talking to you in English, especially if you said his name like that. He hadn't realized how mezmorized he was by the way you spoke his name, your voice low and sultry as if you were telling him a secret, something he was only able to hear. His spine tingled and his hands clammed up again, making his mouth feel dry.

Shit, you’d be the end of him.

He opened his mouth, feeling uncharacteristically nervous as he tried to speak the words you had spoken. He could barely remember how you had said them though, the syllables coming out his mouth feeling cracked and awkward.

“H-hi my n-ame is...shit!” He cursed at himself, hating the way the words felt in his mouth. He couldn't say them right, knowing full well he looked like an idiot as his cheeks began to redden.

He heard you giggle next to him, the voice sounding sweet and kind against his ear.

“It okay,” you reassured him, “your just opening your mouth a little too wide...here-“

Before he could register what was even going on, your hand had wrapped delicately around his jaw, the floral scent of your perfume swarming his mind and making him unable to think straight. Your digits were pressing against his hot cheeks, forcing his lips to pout out slightly.

Damn, if he thought he was blushing, it was nothing compared to this-it felt like his cheeks were on fire.

You laughed at his clearly shocked face, his vermillion eyes wide and filled with confusion.

“Don’t worry, Bakugo, I’m just helping you,” you reassured him, your voice feathery as you whispered close to his ear.

Why the hell did that sound so hot?

You sent him another smile, speaking again in Japanese and then back to English, “Just say- ‘Hi my name is Bakugo’,”

he continued to star at you, actually beginning to like the feel your digits pressed against his mouth.

He swallowed, trying to coat his dry mouth with saliva.

“Hi-my name-is-Bakugo,” he stuttered out.

He wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but he had to admit it-his English voice did sound much better with your fingers pressed against his cheeks like that.

You clearly noticed it as well, your face triumphant and proud. “There ya go, that sounded so much better!” You congratulated him, your fingers retracting from his skin.

He already missed the feeling of your cold skin against his hot flesh, his cheeks feeling empty without your digits pressing against them.

He sucked the flesh of his cheeks into his mouth, moving his jaw.

“Shitty woman-need to give me a warning-“ he scolded you, his hands feeling clammy with the sudden change in events.

You rolled your eyes, lying yourself against the couch cushions and returning your gaze to the TV.

“Well, your going to have to get used to it if I’m going to teach you more-“

“Teach me more?!?” He practically yelled out, gaining a few confusing looks from his classmates.

“Of course!” you smiled as if it was obvious, “need to make sure your fluent enough for a conversation dumbie!”

“It’s also fun seeing you blush like that Bakugo,” you playfully nudged his ribcage, sending him a wink as you turned your gaze to the movie, unaware of how flustered you just made him.

Well shit-he thought numbly, a small grin playing against his mouth-you were something else.

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atomic-taco-muffin · 4 years

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Rating Organization XIII members

Young Xehanort:

first off...oh my god. He’s hot!

also that stare!

but how the hell did he go from handsome villain to Creepy Crusty villain?!

9/10

Master Xehanort:

I hate this this bastard

he’s a Creepy Crusty bastard

I have to cover him up with something because I hate him that much

-000000000001/10🤮🤮🤮🤮

Xemnas:

my dumbass took forever to figure out his name...it’s an anagram of Ansem

I want to marry him!

He’s a handsome Star Wars wannabe

Why do I always fall for the villain?

10/10

Xigbar:

how did I fall for this bastard?! We may never know

he’s also crusty but he makes it work

and his voice!🥵

100/10

Xaldin:

I honestly don’t know how I feel about him

to me, he kinda sounds like a grandpa

but I do have a headcanon that he’s an amazing cook

6/10

Vexen:

I’m in love with this Rapunzel wannabe

He’s so pretty and handsome

I love his fucking accent

I bet his hair is so soft (why am I simp?)

9/10

Lexaeus:

I can never spell his name right

like deadass, I have to respell it 3 times to get it right

Lexaeus honestly scares me. idk why, but he does

but I do have a headcanon that he’s a big soft teddy bear (bakugou mmm) who loves Xaldin’s cooking

5/10

Zexion:

this innocent little bby!

He’s emo and I love it

I really want to cosplay him someday

I also think his hair is really soft

8/10

Saix:

I love him way too much

especially when he’s in berserker mode ( god what’s wrong with me?!)

he’s pretty too

tsundere. that’s my headcanon

10/10

Axel:

how the fuck is legal to look this pretty?!

he looks like Kirishima’s long lost brother

everybody thinks he’s a bad boy, but he’s a softie🥺

I bow down to the animators of Kingdom Hearts

1000000/10

Demyx:

what the hell happened to you after KHIII?!

also he looks better with his pretty blue eyes!

I have a headcanon that he loves anime and K-Pop

he’s the one who recites memes everyday

he’s bby and I must protect him

10000000/10

Luxord:

I want his ear piercings so bad

especially the one that’s the Org.XIII symbol

to me, he’s like the cool gambling uncle

9/10

Marluxia:

GAY ICON!

why did the creepy crusty bastard have to make his eyes fucking YELLOW?!

he’s so pretty

10/10

Larxene:

*Bi panic*

I will let her step on me and I will apologize

she’s my queen

10000000/10

Roxas:

BABYYYYY!

I want to protect him so much

can I adopt you Roxas

100000000000/10

Xion:

she’s so cute and soft

she deserved so much better

will watch My Little Pony

*another bi panic*

soft girlfriend material

10000000000000/10

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ansem, Seeker Of Darkness:

I hated him at first

but like most villains, I simped

I like to think that him and Xemnas are brothers

9/10

Replica Riku:

whiny lil’ bitch

that’s it

3/10

Terranort:

Why Xehanort?! just why?!

Terra, you deserve so much better

2/10

Vanitas:

I find this gif so cute

idk why but he gives me Dabi vibes

he bad and I love it

also can step on me

10/10

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pa-panda-heroes · 4 years

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May i ask for headcanons with the LOV x female reader that wears a mask and one time it suddenly breaks and they can see her face and she's like really pretty👉👈🖤

Yes, you can, darling! 💕I love this prompt! I hope I did it justice :’>

~🐼

LoV and a female reader who covers her face but she’s actually really pretty!

Tomura:

Shell-shocked. Totally shell-shocked. He always thought you wore a mask because you wanted to keep your identity anonymous, even from other villains. Never made a comment or asked you about it.

He was curious even if he’d never admit it, but it was never a dealbreaker for him. He covered his face at first, Compress and Twice wear masks, and he didn’t even know Dabi’s identity, after all. He’d be a hypocrite to bug you about it.

But then he sees a hero land a particularly hard hit to your cheek and watches as the mask crumbles away. His first reaction is that motherfucker!

But then it flips like a switch to holy shit whose face is that and why is she so beautiful-

It takes a hero coming at him or Dabi telling him he’s drooling like an idiot to tear his eyes away from you. You’re just so ethereal and he’s so confused. With such an angelic face, how could you-

Ah, there it is. He wondered if you hid your face because it just didn’t match your lifestyle of being a villain. Was he right? Who knows. Would he ask? Nope! Was he immediately in love? Uhh-

He won’t treat you like a delicate doll after seeing your face or anything, but damned would he be tempted to.

If you choose not to replace your mask, be ready for him to stare at you randomly!

Mr. Compress:

The fact that you wear a mask doesn’t surprise him at all, since he wears one, too.

If anything, he likes it. It’s nice to have members of the League wear a mask. Not for any particular reason, but still.

Mr. is curious about why you wear it, and he might ask once or twice, but he won’t pry it out of you by any means. He’s going to respect your privacy and reasons. If you tell him, fine. If not, also fine.

But when he sees your mask break away in a fight, he’s lost for words. Scared, at first, because damn that was a hard hit. But then pleasantly surprised.

You’re so beautiful and it leaves him to wonder if you still live a half-normal life with your identity concealed like that. But now the cat’s out of the bag and he can only hope no one who’s making it out of there alive saw your face before you could cover up.

If he’s right, or has a good inkling that he’s right, he’s going to ask again!

If he has any, he’s not going to confess his feelings for you outright, because he doesn’t want to give the impression that he’s only after your pretty face.

If you want, Mr. will find another mask for you, but is very relieved if you decide not to wear a mask anymore!

Twice:

Conflicted about your mask-wearing!

He loves it but at the same time, is dying to see what you look like. He doesn’t want to be nosy, but he can’t help it.

He’ll constantly ask you why you wear it and will ask you to take it off less often. He’s pretty persistent, maybe not stubborn, but persistent and consistent.

But when the mask is chipped away with your face bare to the world, he finally sees it and by kami is he happy!

He’s cheering and jittery, too excited in the moment to actually get a good look at your face, so when he finally gets a decent glance, he pretty much croaks.

Amidst his shock he blurts out that you’re too pretty to hide away and that he wants to see your face more often.

100% will confess after the battle is over and he can finally talk to you, if he sees you that way.

He’ll push you to forgo the mask totally, but keeps quiet about wanting to see your face if you don’t want to. In the end, obviously, it’s up to you.

Himiko:

Hates it. Totally hates that you wear a mask. She’s salty and pouty about it!

Himiko’s a curious creature, so she’s going to wonder and come up with all kinds of theories as to why you cover your face. Some of them are pretty reasonable, some of them... are not!

But most of all, she’s bothered by it because the only other female member of the League won’t show her face and she feels like it keeps distance between you. She wants to bond with you, have girly chats with you, hell, maybe she’ll want to have a slumber party with you.

So Himiko is practically squealing in excitement and rushing to you when she finds out your mask broke.

But when she sees how beautiful you are, her excitement morphs into shock - the good kind, of course. And then she latches onto you squealing about how cute you are and how she’s glad she finally saw your face.

If she’s romantically interested in you, you’d best bet she’ll plant kisses and smooches all over the parts of your face previously concealed! That’s as good a confession as any for her, I think.

She’ll constantly want to touch your face, and at the most inconvenient times, no less! She just likes poking and caressing your cheeks for some reason, as a fixation on being able to see and feel what she was not previously permitted to see and feel.

And she’ll brag about being able to do so, if you let her consistently do it, to everyone else. Not to show off, or mark you as hers, but just because she’s so happy about it!

Dabi:

He’s the most inward about your face reveal.

Upon meeting you, he didn’t give a damn why you wore a mask. You were a villain, a criminal, that alone was a perfect reason, right? But the more he got to know you, the more his curiosity grew.

But curiosity killed the cat, so he’s not the type to say anything about it. And he’d be a hypocrite if he pried you for personal information.

He might joke about how mysterious you are, or tease you for somehow keeping everyone at arm’s length just for the sake of getting a rise out of you.

So while you’re suddenly maskless and everyone else is dying over your hidden beauty, Dabi’s the one keeping his distance and being quiet about it. But inwardly, he’s just as shocked - and interested - as everyone else because hot damn-

If he wasn’t interested in you or your backstory before, he sure as the sun rising is now! If he’s got the hots for you, he’ll be open about and very persistent.

He’ll constantly ask you about it all in the form of sarcastic questions that imply what he’s really asking.

And the more honestly you answer, the more he’s going to pester you. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, and baby is that what he’s hoping for!

Spinner:

Absolutely the most flustered about you. Whether it’s your identity, the mask, or what that mask hides.

Even before your mask was torn away, just being around you seemed to fluster him a bit. You were mysterious and cool. And everyone wanted to know what you looked like! He looked up to you.

Like Himiko, he had his own theories, most of which were blown away when his eyes landed on your exposed features after a fellow villain had straight up destroyed your mask.

And he’s essentially star struck. Spinner can’t seem to turn away and draw his eyes elsewhere even if he wanted to. He’s stuck!

He almost avoids you for a short while after because he can’t seem to forget how radiant and elegant you looked in the middle of a massive fight, and every time he looks at you, masked or not, he thinks of what he saw.

He doesn’t really know how to feel about it for a while, seeing a villain so beautiful and ethereal like that. It pretty much contrasts everything in the League. Himiko’s cute, but her bloodthirsty personality balances it out.

It’s refreshing for him to see a pretty face in the League, though, so he’s glad for it!

But it takes him a while to figure out if he just thinks you’re exceptionally pretty or if he actually has feelings for you.

#mha #mha headcanons #mha x reader #shigaraki x reader #mr compress x reader #twice x reader #toga x reader #dabi x reader #spinner x reader #shigaraki tomura #mr compress #twice #toga himiko #dabi #spinner #h/c #im very sleep deprived so im sleep a bit and maybe edit this :>

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mhaverse-writes · 4 years

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burning cold. (dabi x prohero!reader)

author’s note: oh, hi. uh, this is awkward. remember when i said i was coming back like months ago then i didn’t? good times, good times. well after a rough patch irl, i’m officially back! hope you didn’t miss me too much uwu. anyways, onto the story, i hope you enjoy! thanks for reading <3 - with love, rj

description: while working undercover at a club looking for a target, you run into the last person you wanted to see. the dangerous villain, dabi, who just so happens to be your very forbidden ex. though you’re trying to move on, dabi isn’t ready to let you go just yet.

warnings: cursing, suggestive content (some smoochin’ and heavy pettin’ ya dig?), dabi being massive a dick

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"Hey, baby. You come here often?"

"Go to hell, Dabi."

From your seat at the bar, you take a quick sip of your drink before checking that your ear piece was off. You glance around to make sure none of your colleagues have noticed the poorly-disguised villain trying to 'pick you up,' but let out a tiny sigh of relief as they're too preoccupied with scouting for the target. Dabi chuckles, drawing your attention back to him, his smug face souring your mood the longer you look at it.

"If you're here to arrest me, you're doing a shit job at it," He idly runs his finger across the rim of his glass while resting his elbow against the bar and his head in his hand. His lack of caution with the fact that he's sitting next to a literal pro-hero isn't anything new, but it still annoyed you to no end. Did he see you as some kind of joke? Or he just knows you aren't going to do anything about it. God, the fact that he's so certain of his safety pisses you off even more.

"Shut up, I'm not here for you," Snapping with a bite that only makes his grin widen, you turn in your seat rather fast, spilling a little bit of your drink onto the floor. You ignore it, and do your best to ignore him as you rake your gaze across who you were really here for. Dabi turns as well, making a show of stretching before resting his arm behind you on the bar table. You feel your eye twitch, risking a look at him. He has his hand over his heart in mock hurt.

"Your claws wound me, kitten." Though he's speaking in his usual lazy drawl, somehow it isn't hard to hear him over the vibrating bass of music pounding your ears. It also didn't fail to send a tiny chill down your spine at the sound of the almost nostalgic nickname. You do your best to quell it, but it's Dabi of fucking course he notices. His grin is nearly lecherous, but he doesn't speak on it, thank God.

"Why are you here anyway? How did you find me?" Curiosity getting the better of you (the whole summation of your relationship with Dabi, if you're being honest) you turn to meet his icy blue stare, scowling hard to make sure you didn't get lost in it.

"Maybe 'I'm not here for you.'" Dabi parrots, eyes not leaving yours as he takes a sip of his drink. Your first instinct is to call bullshit, but a nagging insecurity at the back of your brain envisions him with someone else. Jealousy churns in your stomach, ugly and rancid, before you bury it down in disgust. Why should I care? Your rational side argues. It's good that he's moved on, that way he'll leave me the hell alone. But you know deep down, you're lying to yourself. Though you're pretty sure you'd rather nosedive off a cliff before admitting that.

Either way, you've entertained this long enough already. Grabbing your drink, you down the rest of it before moving to stand. The muted surprise on Dabi's face-- though it's as simple as his eyes widening the smallest amount-- doesn't fail to bring you satisfaction. He may think you're willing to give him all of your attention, but you are more than happy to prove him wrong.

Dabi, however, obviously is not.

Before you can even think, Dabi's hand snatches your wrist and drags you backward, sending you careening into his chest. You scoff up at him. Was he being serious right now?

"What the hell do you think you're--?!"

Dabi's lips fall to your ear and you're barely able to contain a shiver. "Your little 'target,' is onto you, kit. Three o' clock." Eyes widening, you instinctively turn to look, but Dabi tightens his hold on your wrist and whisks you away, leaving you stumbling after him as you try to keep up with his long legs. He expertly weaves you both through the oblivious crowd, before bodily moving you into a tiny corner on the other side of the club. You try to check on your teammates, but your attention is snatched by Dabi as he takes up every inch of your vision, pinning you against the wall. His cold eyes twinkle with amusement as he takes you in slowly.

"Y'know, I really missed you, sweet thing," You would almost think he's sincere if it weren't for the way he isn't sincere at all. He dips his head down and presses a kiss to the shell of your ear. You can't help but whimper, kicking yourself mentally right after. You can't do this right now! Your target is not only suspicious of you, but the fact your team could catch you with Dabi at any second seizes your stomach with fear. You reach up to your ear piece to turn it on. If you request assistance, maybe you could scare Dabi off.

Your fingers graze only the empty inside of your ear. Panic bubbles in you, burning cold. You look up at Dabi, to find your earpiece clutched daintily between his teeth. No. You reach forward, but aren't fast enough to stop him before he crushes it with a flex of his jaw.

You're alone.

Alone with him.

"Aw, don't look so scared, kit." He spits the busted thing out. You don't have time to register how gross that is before he takes another step close, even closer, bowing his head until your noses brush. Dabi's eyes flick down to your mouth. Your heart stops. "I'll protect you."

His lips crash into yours and you can't help the moan that leaves from deep in your chest at the feeling. Completely losing all reason, you arch into Dabi, hands grabbing the lapels of his jacket and pulling him flush against you. You feel him smirk against your lips and a small part of you argues that you giving into him is a bad thing. But honestly, can it be so bad when it feels so unbelievably good?

Dabi pulls away all too soon and you damn near whine, chasing after his lips fruitlessly. Leaning back to his full height, Dabi considers you while looking all too pleased with himself. You’re too blissed out to care. God, you'd forgotten what his kiss felt like, did it always knock the breath out of you so fast?

"Here's the sitch, hero." He says, calloused hands tracing your features. You melt into them, despite yourself. "I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t here for you. Thing is, the little snitch you're after has unfinished business with us. And you taking him in--well--causes some problems for me and my team."

That gets you. Snapping out of your stupor, you blink up at him, eyebrows creasing. Is this what this was? He was only trying to distract you? You dig your nails into your palms, cursing yourself for not seeing this sooner. If Dabi was here, damn well Toga or someone else could be here too. If Toga was here, you wouldn't even know who she was. What if she already took advantage of you abandoning your post and snatched up the target? Hell, she could already be halfway back to their base with him!

"You bastard!" Damn near snarling, you shove him back with all your might, face hot with embarrassment. "Is that why you cornered me here? To get me away from your fucking snitch?!" Dabi merely chuckles. God, you wanted to punch him right in his stupid mouth.

"No, baby. I brought you here because I missed you,” His thumb ran over your bottom lip, retreating when you tried to bite him. “And tell you to back off.” Though he's still smiling, all humor has drained from his voice, making your blood run cold. "I'd hate to have to dirty up that pretty little outfit of yours. I'll take it from here."

"Like hell you w--!"

"There you are!"

The voice of your superior sends relief and fear rushing in you at the same time. You whirl to face her, trying to mask the shame threatening to swallow you whole.

"S-starlight!" You squeak, standing at attention. You glance at Dabi, to find he's already gone, the dancing crowd overtaking where he once stood. Oh, thank God, you think, before freezing up again. He was off to get the target. You didn't have much time.

"Where did you go?" Starlight demands, her iridescent nails digging into your shoulders as she grasped them. "I was worried you'd been compromised."

"W-we're not alone, Star," You stutter out, mind still reeling from the feeling of Dabi against you. Despite the fact he tricked you, it didn't stop the way your body still tingled at the thought of him. Jesus, you were done for. "The League is here, they're after the target too!" You left out Dabi. You left out Dabi?! Fuck, you were protecting him!

"What? Did they hurt y--?"

"No, no, I'm okay. But we need to hurry before--!"

Before you could finish, the sound of screams ripped your body from the inside out. Oh, no.

You and Starlight rush into action, following the screams towards the middle of the dance floor, where a crowd had gathered. You noticed the rest of your team pushing against people as well, struggling to get to the middle. But you didn't have to get there to see what happened next.

Blue flames fanned out in a hot arc, prompting the crowd to back away even further, shoving you and Starlight back. Dabi emerged from the fire, clutching your limp target, a sweaty, plump, balding man by the collar of his shirt. God, was he...?

"Dabi!" Starlight shouts, pure energy bursting to life from her palms. She used a beam of hard light to propel herself up and over the crowd, aiming towards the man. Your heart drops. For Starlight, Dabi, or both, you're not even sure.

Before she can reach him, however, Dabi takes off, using his flames to scare the crowd away, clearing a path for himself. The fire begins to spread and everyone shakes out of their shock to replace it with panic. The people run in different directions, struggling to escape the flames. Starlight and your teammates attempt to fight the crowd and chase the villain, but you stay stuck to the spot, cradling yourself to find some sense of comfort. You knew they weren't going to catch him. You've lost the target.

And it's all your fault.

Sighing, you kick into gear, following Starlight and pushing against the panic and eventually making it outside. The chill of the night is refreshing, but does nothing to ease the weight on your chest. Though you knew Dabi was long gone, it hurt even more to see it. He had played you. Again.

And something tells you it won't be the last time.

#dabi x reader #dabi bnha #dabi #dabi hc #dabi headcanons #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi is a todoroki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fic #bnha fic

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teacupofdrpepper · 3 years

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I'd like to request a small MHA ficlet involving ShinDeku, coffee, and the chaos that ensues from sleep deprived people having to put up with their hyperactive s/o. ^_^

(Sorry this took a bit! It was two days before I realized I even got anything!)

Shinsou had a love hate relationship with sleep, on one hand. It was great, he loved the soft plushies of his pillows and the warmth that came from his bedding, UA only had the best for their students and he had hoped that they would help him better than his old stiff twin bed back at home.

On the other hand he loathed sleep, the nightmares that came with it. The uncomfortable twisting and turning, feeling like his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets and fruitlessly staring at the green clock (his mind flashed to other things that involved greens and felt a small smile twinge in the corner of chapped lips) feeling the frustration twist in his chest.

It was one of the latter nights, so. Like any sleep deprived person who is doing something they desperately need not.

Hitoshi got coffee.

That was the first mistake he made.

As the holder of the most sacred, precious quirk in the world came with regulations that Midoriya Izuku tried to follow and he would assume he did a decent job of it, he ate what he needed, he slept the amount he needed. So if you were to ask him ignoring the broken bones and that one time he kept falling off buildings interning under Gran Torino. Yes, he was doing a good job.

So when he woke up to his found vibrating on his nightstand with the clock reading “3:45 AM” he was more than a little annoyed, worried and disgruntled.

Some of those worries spiked up at the name of the caller ID, with a quick click and throwing the blankets off of him he brought it up to his ear.

“What is it? Is something wrong? Do I need to-“

He was cut off by his boyfriends voice

“Did you ever see that one tumblr comic about a mom dinosaur telling her baby to close its eyes and count to ten because the meteor was coming and they wouldn’t be alive by the time the baby dino hit ten”

“What-“

“Because I do and I spent an hour crying over it”

Bewildered, Izuku took the ear from his phone to stare down at it, contemplating whether or not to hang up or inquire his boyfriend further because honestly he was curious.

So what he ended up asking was “are you high”

Hitoshi on the other line took on a sultry tone.

“On those dekudonks? You bet your fucking ass I am”

“I’m hanging up now”

“NO-“ Izuku had to admit to himself he did giggle at the cut off squeak on the other line, it wasn’t two seconds before his phone lit up again.

He clicked answer again

“I’ve been betrayed”

“Smartass”

“I will hypnotize you to come cuddle”

“Oh?” Feeling his body relax he laid back into the bed, tone taking on a teasing tone he said “the tall, scary Hitoshi shinsou want’s cuddles? The one who made Denki do the turkey dance in the middle of the cafeteria in front of Jirou and tried to fist fight Kacchan on the second day of the hero course wants cuddles?”

There was a huff from the line.

“Kaminari lost a bet to me and that prick deserved it”

Deku felt laughter take over him remembering the day Kacchan challenged Toshi to a no quirk fight and ended being pinned to the ground. “Believe me” he grinned “I know, he still sulks over it.”

“I wouldn’t expect any less, I know when I get transferred there he’ll wanna fight again”

“On a scale of one to ten how fast do you think I could chug three cold Frappuccinos” Hitoshi inquired, staring down at the forbidden apple.

“Let’s not”

“Let’s do”

It was in under three minutes, Izuku timed it.

They talked endlessly about things, about how the villain dabi had a weird resemblance to the late Todoroki Touya which sparked an argument on Izuku being All Might’s illegitimate child which he was not thank you very much to bingeing star track some American series to shinsou doing the Rasputin dance from memory while Izuku poorly sang it quietly as he could.

It was finally about 5:00 am when the purple haired male finally crashed out and he himself felt his own tiredness crash over him like a wave. Luckily it was a weekend for them and he mused he could skip out on breakfast and maybe pick up lunch with Hitoshi.

He drifted off with smiles of their silliness still fresh in his mind and committed himself to remembering it as vividly as he could, still on call Hitoshi’s soft snores lulled him finally into his own slumber.

No one questioned why deku came down late and was more giddy than usual, wasn’t their business anyway.

#bnha #mha #midoriya izuku #shindeku #Shinsou Hitoshi #deku #boku no hero academia #Shinsou Hitoshi is in the hero course #solar writes

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