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@sullxo @peacesmovingcabaret @thottiehardy @shiggy-stan @anoonzee and anyone else
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New bnha stans i wish yall would have been there during shigaraki soft tummy discourse, official shiggy scented lavender hand lotion, the moth panel dropping and causing a wave of moth shigaraki content and shigarakis official backstory being revealed for the first time
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I feel like the LOV has missed potential particularly the main three Hori is setting up to redeem (Shiggy, Dabi and Toga).
Why if Hori planned to redeem these characters - have them murder/ terrorise a bunch of people then feel no guilt about it? Why have them use Nomu's with no question? Who are the LOVs victims? They are faceless, nameless Mooks Hori doesn't care about.
Toga - Why not show Toga more in conflict with what her quirk wants due to her morals saying it is wrong to kill? Why not show Vlad King's opinion on Blood quirks and how they give a natural urge for blood? This would do wonders for her character and would give her a actual 'hero mirror' who got help for his blood cravings whereas she didn't.
Dabi - why have him murder a bunch of people by lighting them on fire when he also nearly died by being lit on fire? (like if this were an accident at first - such as his escape from AFO's orphanage and that made his mind shatter worse that would be sympathetic but Hori doesn't do that.)
Shigaraki - why not show Shigaraki figuring out AFO never loved / cared for him? That should be a HUGE revelation for him and gutting. Why not have him be horrified at what Kurogiri actually is? Why not elaborate on the LOVs goals beyond 'destroying everything'? (I see some LOV stans saying Shiggy wants to destroy hero society and it would be great if it were. But he isn't that - he literally wants to destroy everything? Need I go into how childish that is?)
Yes these characters where all hurt children once and yes that deserves sympathy - but they also need to be held accountable which the story is failing to do.
100% agree with all of this
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A tad controversial, but what’s your take on MHA’s Deku/Katsuki Bakugo? Just curious. (Reminder that I’m a critical fan>stan of the ship.)
ooo good question! btw I love getting these mha asks even as I've been one piece recently. mha is so familiar its comforting and fun to think about.
tbh im pretty neutral on izuku x bakugou. I personally don't ship it but I can understand why others do. I like/reblog art or comics sometimes but I don't read fics for them. I also don't follow the bk dk tag just because its sheer popularity would overwhelm my feed ajhfjfamfd
in canon izuku and bakugou have a very interesting dynamic and I do think that they're always going to be each other's Number 1 in a sense. They've had such a large impact on each other's lives and have an unspoken connection that can leave others feeling out of the loop sometimes.
I guess I just see their relationship as Complicated.
I don't really ship it but their relationship is a core part of the story so it's totally understandable why people would explore/analyze the dynamic further in a romantic way, but if I had to summarize my thoughts I'd say that someone's most important relationship doesnt /have/ to be romantic. I can easily see Izuku/Bakugou married to different people but still going to each other first for help, to tell good news, etc. they hold a special place in each other's hearts in a way that even they may not be able to describe.
I think my favorite scene with them that I rarely see people talk about is when Shiggy starts to pursue OFA and bakugou wordlessly joins Izuku as he flees. I know Bakugou has his own reasons too, but the whole situation of bkdk about to face a terrifying villain escaping together to protect information that not even the other heroes know about yet (OFA)...it's a powerful way to show their importance to each other. like yes, bakugou was the only one to know about OFA and therefore help, but theres a REASON he's the only one who knows. izuku cant keep things from bakugou.
Im rambling but theyre very interesting and I don't talk about them often! theres sooo many ways to read them and while I don't view it as romantic I still believe theyre each other's "person" ..even if some read that as a negative thing. I've read analysis before about izuku having romantic feelings are suppressing them, etc, and it was a good read. I'm suppose open to the ship but like what they have now
#also I KNOW that their relationship improved but I still see their relationship being healthier on a platonic side#or at least if its platonic for awhile before any romance happens#I hope this is clear enough#I think theyre super important to each other but not in a romantic sense#and I think whoever they DO end up with would need to acknowledge that they have a unique bond#like 'I dont love you more I love you different'#its complex#can I tag this as bkdk??#im analyzing them so I will but ill remove it if preferred#bkdk#bakudeku#mha meta#I guess
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Warning
*Anti Shigaraki
*Unfairness
*A lot of Shiggy hate
*Take this with a grain of salt style Rant
*Rambling, like someone complaining on the street
*Pettiness. No, really. These warnings are for the LoV stans who have been really nice to me, so I don’t want them to be bombarded with hate of their favorite character. At the same time, I need to brain dump for now. So if you like Shiggy, skip this.
Okay, okay. So I’m doing a re-read of the manga, and, as I mentioned in my last post, I’m on the USJ arc. And at first, I was thinking, “well wait a moment, I don’t hate Shiggy as much here? But I remembered I hated him in his first appearance. Why--” Then this happened--
--and I was like, “OH. That’s why.” No joke, the panel above is when I started to hate Shiggy.
Uh. No. No, it isn’t the same asshole. Wanna know why? You invaded a school with a literal army of thugs to MURDER a class of children with the intent of killing three other people.
Oh, and here’s something no one ever points out; A HERO HAS NEVER ONCE ATTACKED A VILLAIN WHO DIDN’T ESCALATE THE FIGHT THEMSELVES. Every time a hero used violence was because a villain was using their quirk to terrorize others. The only exception is Nagant, and even then she was more of a government agent than a hero. (I’ll get to her when I get to her.)
I love that All Might called bull shit on him. And yes, I know that later All Might states he was just trying to provoke him, but he didn’t. He provoked me, and I’m angry. And the first time I read this, I was just annoyed. Now I read it, and I’m mad. Why? Because this becomes the whole motto for the LoV where they play the victims while claiming heroes are no better when, no. They are better. They don’t try to murder innocent children. You did! Several times throughout the story! And yes, I know Shiggy was brainwashed to believe this stuff by AFO, but that doesn’t make it less annoying!
Worse, the manga seems to agree with this later in the series. It’s just—ugh!
Sorry. Sorry—I just needed to get this out. I really hate Shiggy, and a part of me wishes that Snipe took the headshot. These two moments here were what introduced me to Shiggy’s victim mentality, one of the traits I hate most in characters.
Didn’t help that he was a whiny brat who was just annoying, which in theory, I liked. I liked that Shiggy started off as a brat. He annoyed me, but he was a villain, so you know, different rules. Plus, I expected him to get better, and—well, now that I’ve blown off some steam, I can calmly approach the story with a fair and open mind again and see if he does improve.
#Sorry needed to blow off steam#and since this is a rant not a critical I didn't need to be fair#and I warned you#also shiggy didn't help himself by trying to kill several of my favorite characters#I swear I'll be 100% fair in my critical when I write them#but for now I'll need to do a brain dump rant like this to get through#anti shigaraki toumra#anti shigaraki#rant#vent#brain dump#take with a grain of salt#anti league of villains#anti lov#usj arc#bnha#mha#mha meta#bnha meta
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Bakugou stans are even mad with Izuku too OMG, they're like "b.. bu.. but Midoriya didn't want to save Tomura before the vestiges". Midoriya got the same shit from the villian stans for not understanding Tomura and from the hero stans for thinking only of saving him. Therefore the Bakugou stans should suck it up and accept what is happening now, it isn't Horikoshi's fault that they made their own canon where Bakugou is some kind of sweet and empathic human being who was going to be the one who would help Midoriya understand that Tomura was being hurt by society or that he understands how hard it is to be discriminated against by hero society.
Accept it Endeavor and Bakugou are the same their story is only going to repeat itself at this point, the heroes are going to lose to Tomura as Endeavor lost to AFO for the simple fact that their reactions are going to make everything worse, Horikoshi decided that only Shoto, Uraraka and Midoriya have a greater understanding of the villains enough to generate some empathy towards them even if that understanding doesn't mean absolution for their actions, Bakugou and the rest of class 1a don't understand it, surely they will understand it in the long run but not now. However, if Bakugou's big moment is realizing that he screwed up as Endeavor with AFO, then Horikoshi is finally going to be right and the antis might actually expect a little more from the character and if he adds to that rubbing past mistakes like he did it with Enji possibly even make me feel bad for Bakugou.
All of this. Shoto has a very personal reason wanting to safe dabi - he is his brother! I think thats the only connection between a hero and a villain that bakugou would actually get. Ochako trying to safe toga or espicially izuku trying to safe shigaraki is something bakugou wouldnt understand. He still doesnt get that villains need saving too! Dont get me wrong what the lov did to so many innocent people is unforgiveable and it would be absolutely unfair to all their victims if shiggy, touya, toga, spinner etc. just get a second chance and a happy ending after all the terrible things they did. But there is still the problem that all of them are victims of hero society, which plays a big part why they ended up the way they are. As long as hero society will not change to the better and reform, more people like the lov will be created by it. Its a never ending circle. To the heroes of the current hero society villains are just bad people that need to be stopped under all costs or even killed. To some extent thats understandable because villains like afo, the lov etc. are akin to terrorists. They need to be stopped. The problem is that the heroes dont try to get rid of the problem by the roots - the reason WHY people end like villains! And the reason for that is how hero society is oppressing people who arent part of the norm (people with "villain" quirks, mutant quirks, weak quirks, quirkless and even try to tell non hero people that they arent allowed to use their quirks - by that stealing a part of peoples freedom). Non hero people arent even allowed to use their quirks to help someone who is in danger, because thats a heroes job! Thats why their society clings so much to the hero ideology and nobody thinks on his own anymore. Thats why nobody helped little tenko when he needed it. Because thats a heroes job afterall.
And bakugou like many others, still thinks the way hero society wants him to think. Villains cant be victims, villains need to be stopped under all costs, even killed if there is no other choice, villains are the problem and not what turned them into villains in the first place (hero society), there is no reason to feel sympathy with villains, because they dont have feelings. Bakugou has still the same mindset like all the old pro heroes. They believe in what hero society told them to believe. He still lives in the past and sees the problems in others and not the ideology he believes in. But to be fair, the only "new heroes" so far who seem to understand that hero society isnt perfect are izuku, ochako, shoto and I would argure iida. I dont see this realization in the rest of class a including bakugou, most likely because non of them has his own personal villain foil, he learns to understand over time.
The fact that bakugou has no own villain foil, the fact that he doesnt see a reason why he should feel sorry for them, his trust in the old ways, his own ego and desire to become the nr 1 hero which blind him from the real problems of hero society and people like him, is the reason why he is still so far behind izuku, ochako and shoto when it comes to "changing hero society for the better." Thats why he goes for the kill against shigaraki!
He still doesnt get what izuku, ochako and shoto do! That a hero safes everyone, including villains. That izukus desire to safe everyone including villains makes him a true hero and him not, because right now current bakugou would never safe a villain! He still only gets the "win to safe" part and not the "safe to win" part. Izuku has learnt to understands both over time!
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Does shiggy in canon takes pleasures in killing? I asked bc some fans say "he is a hot villain" and others go "he is baby"
And I'm like....shiggy killed people before...in the fucking war he wage. His stans forget this detail
Maybe not at first.
What happened to his family was purely on accident, but must've felt something when he killed his abusive dad
Then AFO came and told him "Ey, embrace your tendencies and kill as many as you like."
And from there it just kept escalating and escalating.
I'm indifferent to him because yeah while he may not be ugly, I still acknowledge that he killed a lot of people and has never shown remorse for it
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Twice/Hawks Anon: My Hero Academia (again, you can skip the ship questions).
the first character i ever fell in love with:
Ochakoooo 🥺
a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:
I used to be a hardcore Bakugou stan but the anime staff/Hori heavily leaning into his angry gremlin side for comedy is annoying. Like his behavior during the todofam dinner arc annoyed tf outta me
a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:
kiri//baku is a great ship but the fandom absolutely ruined it for me
my ultimate favorite character™:
prettiest character:
Miruko, Lady Nagant and Nana
my most hated character:
AFO...
favorite episode:
I'm basic af Izuku versus Shouto is still my fav episode in the anime. 266 & 341 are my fav chapters in the manga
saddest death:
Jin's death is the only fictional death that ever broke me. I cry a lot during character deaths but none of them had the same impact on me that Jin's death had (tho some of that might have to do with how emotionally unstable I was back then)
favorite season:
First cour of s3 tho if s6 keeps up like this it'll probably be my fav
least favorite season:
s4 😩
character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:
I'm gonna get sent to the chopping block for this but Kirishima, Momo and Tsuyu. To be clear I don't hate them at all but when I first joined the fandom the tags were flooded with posts about how "ThEy'Re ImPoSsIbLe To DiSliKe" and "iF yOu DoN't LiKe ThEm YoU'rE a BaD pErSoN" and my brain took that as a challenge
my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:
Ujiko my beloved! 🥰 Keigo qualifies too
my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:
Miruko I'm sorry Hori is too horny to make you an interesting character 😩 Same goes for Momo and Hagakure 😔
my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:
I don't ship it anymore but there was a time I shipped Shigaraki with Overhaul...
What can I say, I find the jokes abt Overhaul trying, and failing, to be Shiggy's sugar daddy extremely entertaining
my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:
ochamina, minacamie, momokendo, kamimomojirou
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Consumed by Flames
So for the request i was wondering maybe like dabi with really really beautiful and kind s.o, like people always start with her or text her and harass her but she loves him from the bottom of her heart and comforts him , he bascially gets really jealous and they fight in an alley way and a few villains who are after dabi see them fighting and decide to try to attack her infront of him, he toasts them but he is scared that now his s.o hates him and think hes cruel only for them to hold him and tell him nomatter what he does she will follow him to the depths of hell itself if it means she gets to be with him
Warnings: Descriptions of death
Word Count: 2.4K
A/N: I hope you like it and I’m sorry it took so long!! It’s been a week
Jealousy is an ugly thing. It sticks to him like syrup and sets itself firmly in place. The alleyway smells musty, like mold clinging to the drywall of a place he once lived and he can only give you a sharp humorless laugh that makes you give him a pointed stare. You are everything he is not. You are good, you are free from the lasting sin that settles deep within him, something that he is sure he was born with. You are desired and wanted, and yet you stick with someone who is broken and stapled together. He wants to leave you here alone, to have you go home alone and never contact him again. He wants to be free from the kindness that you give to him, the caring stares and holds that you reserve from him as if he were an injured animal, feral and ready to strike, untrusting and unwanted.
“Dabi,” you tell him with a stern voice, brows knitted together and he already has his back turned to you. “Dabi, come on.” Your hand touches his and he’s quick to yank it away. He can hear you gasp and he hates the sick feeling in his chest. “You promised you would walk me home.” Your voice sounds so small and he can feel heat pool in his hands.
He sucks in a deep breath through his nose and he turns his head, raising a brow. “We’re close enough-” he turns to fully face you, gravel crinkling under his boot- “you can make it the rest of the way.” He jerks his head and he rolls his eyes at your pointed look. “Trust me, you’ll be okay.” He continues to look at you, offering no hint of an apology or that he’s joking.
You scoff and shake your head. He can already hear the venom in your voice and you shuffle in your place, crossing your arms. “You’re being immature about all of this, you know.” His jaw itches, and he rubs the pad of his finger over the scarred tissue but it isn’t enough. “I don’t know what I did to piss you off but this is getting old, you know?” He can already hear the resentment in your voice and it’s starting to get tiring. His lids lower and he stares at you with an almost bored expression. “You can’t just shut down every other day. This-” you gesture between the two of you and all he can do is scratch the back of his head- “isn’t some game that you can just care whenever you want to.” You take a step closer to him and he takes one back.
He really doesn’t want to be here right now. He wants to go home and lay in bed. He wishes he never opened his mouth. You continue to talk and it’s just mumbled in his head. He hates everything about tonight. His skin aches and he feels gross and sweaty, he’s standing in the open and you’re in front of him scolding him like a parent. Bile rises in his throat and he’s so tempted to turn around and walk away, to leave you here and have you figure it out. He wants to hear you cry to him the next day so he can make it up with some half-assed apology and hug. He just needs to leave. Somewhere in the distance, gravel is crushed underneath and you stop talking. You both look at each other and turn around and Dabi hates the day more and more. He raises a brow at the four figures who approach from seemingly nowhere.
“Dabi, right?” The one who speaks is tall and lanky, limbs that seem to stretch longer than average and eyes that droop. He doesn’t respond and he can see the way your shoulders tense. “Come on, there’s no reason to be so cold.” His smile stretches and his fingers dance in the air as he waves a hand dismissively. “I’ll keep it short, hm?” He doesn’t wait for a response and instead continues to walk towards the both of you. You keep yourself in front of Dabi, still and cautious. “Oh? I didn’t know you had a special someone. It’s uh- it’s funny. I did too. Well, we all did.” The man gestures to the people behind him, one stocky with minerals that coat his skin, the other almost transparent with a mouth kept shut and black sclera, and one with almost reflective with sharp, jagged pieces that just out from their joints. “You see-”
“Leave.” Dabi’s voice cuts through the monologue of the man. He isn’t in the mood for it right now. He wants the group to leave. Whatever their issue is, is best left alone. You still haven’t moved from your spot.
“Come on, there’s no reason to be so disrespectful. You’re out with your partner so I understand that you want some time alone with them but you know. If you’re going to treat them so roughly-” the group takes steps forward, reflective material shining from the stray street lamps that light up the night- “then perhaps we should just take them home.”
Dabi’s upper lip curls in disgust and his body tenses. “You’ve talked for long enough.” His arm raises and heat pools deep in his arm. But just as blue starts to lick at his palms, long, stretchy arms wrap around you and you’re pulled away from him and into the group of strangers. His eyes widen ever so slightly, and he lowers his hand, an unsettling feeling settling in his chest. “What do you want?”
You wrapped tight with rubber arms around your body and he can see they way your legs tremble and he’s sure that if you weren’t being held, you would have fallen to your knees by now. You look back at him with a scared expression, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling, and he can see his name mouthed by you. He looks away from you and forces his attention towards the presumed leader of the small group.
The man who holds you now has a twisted smile decorating his face. “You see, a while back you burned a couple-”
“I’m not here for your life story.” Dabi holds his hand in the air again. “So hurry up and let them go.” He glowers at the individual who still holds you and his eyes meet yours. He calls your name, you furrow your brows and when he gives you a curt nod, you nod rapidly. Your mouth opens and you immediately bite on the arm that holds you, teeth piercing down and cutting down the rubber, and the arm uncoils and snaps back to its default length, a hand grasping at the wound, while curses fill the dark alleyway. “Get down.”
You run until you’re against the side of the building, and immediately crouch, hands covering the top of your head and face hidden. The men look at you and back to Dabi and there is a fear in their eyes, pleas that start and hands that raise in surrender. Immediately, blue and heat fills the small space, flames that burst out of his hand and encasing the four people. His arm starts to sting, a slight pinch that starts biting in different areas to spreading and consuming his arm in an unbearable pain that feels as if he is being set on fire from inside. Blood seeps between his staples and his hand lowers, steam rising from him and the smell of burnt flesh filling the alley way. He stares at a bundle of charred remains, limbs stretched and faces morphed into a horrific nature, eyes white and black, bloated and exposed, staring into the sky above where a plane drones overhead.
“Dabi?” Your voice is muffled, hidden between your legs and chest. “Are you okay?” He looks over at you, and he sighs. “Dabi, please answer.” Your voice comes out shaky and there’s a crack in it, your hands clench and your hand knits into your hair, muscles tense and you jerk randomly.
His steps are quiet, the bones creak from the deceased and he gives a mere glance towards the pile, watching you as you slowly twitch from your position. He stands in front of you and he wonders if you can smell the burnt flesh from him. You’re shaking, huffed breathing that escapes your lips and he frowns. His hand reaches out to grab at a wrist but he hesitates and lets his hand hover over you. Heat emanates from him and warms your skin and the smell of death is increasing, filling his lungs with something foul and smoke. He pulls his hand away from you and clenches it into a fist.
He calls your name in a soft whisper only to clear his throat and call it out louder. “They’re dead.” there’s no use beating around the bush. He just wants to go home now. “You can get up now.” The smell never grows old and a warm trickle of blood curves over open scars on his arm.
You rise shakily, spreading out and when you look back at him, tears have stained your face. You watch him and he can only stare at you with a blank expression. You knew who he was, what he’s done, the crimes that he’s committed but you have never witnessed it first hand until now. Your hands press into the filthy floor and he worries that you’ll get cut. You push yourself up and he stares at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the acid and saliva that has pooled in his mouth. His mouth opens and he’s ready to call it off before you have a chance to.
“Are you okay?” His eyes widen. “Your- I know that you get hurt by your flames and I-” your eyes dart to his arm and your shoulders jump- “you’re bleeding,” you whine, hands reaching out towards him and grabbing his hand, your other hand grabs his under arm, pulling it close to you. “Does it hurt?” You lean forward and hesitate, only to look up at him and lower your head, your lips kissing at the scar that has reopened, and when you pull back, blood has smeared across your lips in a lipstick mark that makes his throat close.
You aren’t disgusted by him. You don’t run away and you stay close to him, holding his arm tenderly, his blood on your lips and his hands held tightly. Perhaps you just haven’t realized how monstrous he is, the disgrace of a person that he truly is must not have been realized as of yet. You hold him like an injured man rather than a murderer of people. People that he never knew of. People who held you and the underlying of a threat thick in their words all because of him. You hold him as if he is the victim, caressing him and your arms around him in a tight hug and he’s slow to return it, his head held high with a steely look as blood coats your shirt and he’s sorry.
“Can we go home now?” You ask in a small voice, hands clutching the jacket into fistfuls.
“You still want me to walk you home?” You still want him around you? You still trust him to step foot inside your home and lay beside you? It has to be a trick. Something so wicked that you would have picked up from him. His hands tighten around you and his muscle tense, blood leaking out and it’s warm.
“Please?” You ask in a soft beg, stepping closer to him. “I don’t- I don’t want to be alone.” And you trust him to be with you? You trust a man who murdered people in front of you to keep you safe?
“Why?” Second to everything, the afterthought to society and people. Only first in what a failure he is, in the body count that he holds, the shame embedded deep within him. But he is still a person, still yearning for the warm embrace of another, still desperate for the validation that he will never receive.
He feels you tense around him. The staples in his abdomen are pressed deeper into him and the pain, once sharp and agonizing, has now grown accustomed to a dull pain. “Because I want you to be with me.” Your voice is tight and he hates the sudden urge to press you closer, but he does so anyways. “Dabi, I- This was a scary situation but you protected me still. You waited until I was out of the way and I- Dabi you have to know that by now, I’d follow you wherever you go. I’d walk into the depths of hell, flames and all, if it meant that you would be with me.” Your voice cracks and he’s sure that his blood has now stained all of your back and the blood on your lips has dried.
The smell of the bodies lingers, thick in the air, blue that still crackles against charred flesh. It’s filthy here, his body burns and aches, you cling to him as if he might disappear, pulling him close to you and mumbling how you want him to come home with you, how you need him to be with you. You concealed your feelings with different words, told him you’d stick by him if that’s what he would wish for. You’d walk into hell and in the alleyway, you’ve already entered the domain, the screams that still echo against the walls, the sirens that sound far away and he smiles down at you, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, smoke lingering against your hair and he pulls away, grasping your hand and leading you away from the fire that has begun to die down, fading into sparks and disappearing into the night. He wants to keep you close, to keep his body against yours, to make you follow through your promise and stick close to him, to never let you go and have your touch given to him freely, wanted and desired, hands that will trail his body and lips that will kiss his and remind him how he is yours till the pain in his wounds and flames make him combust.
#dabi headcanons#dabi x reader#dabi imagine#dabi x y/n#bnha imagines#bnha headcanons#bnha dabi x reader#bnha dabi#bnha drabbles#is his tag always this short#can i start tagging his name#im gonna#if yall have an issue then let me know and ill tag as spoiler ig#touya todoroki x reader#touya todoroki headcanons#touya todoriki headcanons#touya todoroki imagines#i love him so much#shiggy stan first#but dabs is defs top 5#okay bye#edt#i changed the title#it didnt sound good lmao#sleepy brain and awake brain are v different
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I don't think Hawks and Shiggy have ever met, have they? F in the chat for Hawks, imagine living in the same universe as Shigaraki and, despite being besties with two of his mates, you never get to actually meet him. They say you should die without regrets but my man Hawks is going out with a big one right there
#i am a shiggy stan first and foremost#we stan shig in this house#i would be so sad#its a travesty for hawks#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#manga#manga spoilers#hawk#hawks#bnha hawks#mha hawks#bnha 266#mha 266#bnha 265#mha 265#Shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#bnha shigaraki#mha shigaraki
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hi! could you do platonic shigaraki,dabi and toga with a sister figure reader who is one of the strongest members of the lov but she has anemia so she sometimes passes out,gets tired easily and can't phsycially fight? also she has a nullifying and killing quirk so her quirks makes up for her being anemic? i hope this makes sense! have a nice day!!
— Edgy Boi Brothers™️
pairing(s): platonic touya todoroki x tomura shigaraki x female!reader
wc: 0.6k+ words
content: not much honestly, just shiggy and dabi being shiggy and dabi d(￣ ￣)
notes: this was fun honestly! i barely get the chance to write platonic stuff and i love me some good sibling figures/friendships B)) thank you for the request and i hope you like what i did!
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let’s talk about how you got into this situation in the first place, huh?
when you first met the two, dabi was the easiest to hang out with on the surface
he was easy to talk to,,, if talking meant endless teasing about almost everything: whether height, style, etc.
and shigaraki was your boss! he’s busy doing all the planning and,, whatever leaders of a top tier villain group do
the only big interactions you all had were during the dirty work—and it was only a few passing sentences at most
it was like that for a solid week
it was only during a certain big mission where you let your quirk really shine that things started to change for you three
seeing the power you held plus having to deal with you passing out randomly is what started you and them to interact in more “meaningful” ways
and by meaningful, i mean:
dabi: “so. really powerful quirk that backfires on you a lot physically too? niceeee wanna grab some ramen or something?”
shiggy: “oh shoot i kinda just hired you cause you looked cool but you’re actually hella strong you wouldn’t mind sticking around right—?”
that’s basically how it went down afterwards
and dabi and shigaraki didn’t normally get along that well—they argued every minute they were together—so you became the glue in this,,, well, whatever this thing was
it took some getting used to, but once you three got comfortable,,,
i feel back for the public
there is a new trio out on the streets and there is about 0.01% chance of stopping them
shiggy hunts down the people and makes the threatening monologues as a villain leader does, dabi makes the dramatic entrance and the first few warning hits on the people, and you finish the people off if they don’t comply
big three of UA finna watch out
the lov learned to appreciate what you brought to the table real fast, despite the disadvantages your quirk had
also can’t have the powerhouse of the league go dying so kurogiri supplies you with iron pills \(//∇//)\ we stan the only member with brain cells
and toga tries to give you vials of blood
an attempt was made
as siblings do, you three have some totally loving and appreciative interactions:
you: *walks into a room*
shigaraki: hey Idiot™️, grab me some chips from the kitchen
you: do it yourself, fatass
dabi: *walks into the room*
shigaraki: crusty, tell (y/n) to get me chips
dabi: you’re one to call crusty
you: hah—
dabi: nah nah nah, you can’t laugh
you: bro you wanna go?
dabi: try me bitch
shigaraki: *pulls out his phone as the two of you beat each other up* loser gets me chips
the others would step in and try to stop you guys, but you’re the top three strongest members of the league and they dont really wanna risk getting Got™️
Other Basic Interactions May Include:
playing video games with shigaraki any time he’s free (usually mario kart, smash, etc, and shiggy gets very competitive very quickly)
listening to classical music with dabi while laying on the floor and contemplating any and all existance (he can respect some classical i think)
trying to bake with each of them for the lov and each failing in their own respective ways
and more!
it’s great
…
though
when push comes to shove
(and dabi and shiggy don’t really show it most of the time)
…
they care about you
throughout all the crimes and bloodshed and moments that really showed you all just how much society despises people like you, they learned to really see you like a sister
talk about a recent hero who’s been giving you butterflies? they’re gonna wanna know the name, address, zodiac sign, and more
someone jumped you on the way to the base? they’re on it—whoever it was will never see the light of day again
have a bad day?
they will ultimately be by your side
their progress may be slow because lord knows what their past did to them, but they’re slowly learning how to care again
all thanks to you
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#dabi x reader#touya todoroki x reader#todoroki touya x reader#shigaraki x reader#tomura x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#dabi x shigaraki x reader
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Tag: @thottiehardy @shiggy-stan @sullxo @peacesmovingcabaret @werewolf-cuddles and anyone else
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I am kinda annoyed that Shigaraki went from being the future big baddie, the big baddie we have to stop before he becomes complete, and the big baddie we have to send the #1 US hero to defeat, back down to a foot soldier. Like what the hell. I know AFO is all alive and shit but he literally groomed Shigaraki to be his replacement, he gave him his quirk and took the clone quirk, he made the world fear Shigaraki and what his hate and anger could do, but yet here we have just him being the general and Shigaraki being another soldier in the war. I just feel Shigaraki character arc and story got lost after the war. I feel horikoshi regretted his decision creating S&S as Shiggy’s big fight. We have not had enough time to actually get into Shigaraki’s head since S&S and see what is happening. In fact we have missed out on a lot of villain development since the war all because AFO is monologuing and becoming front and center. Sorry for the rant. I am not a villain stan I promise, I just enjoy character development and inclusion and hate to see characters who have such a role to play in a story be ignored and forgotten and then viewers expected to be still intrigued.
The lack of LoV interactions among each other post-war (no discussions, barely any questions of AFO controlling Tomura, never discussing Twice, nobody reacting to Dabi's reveal) and lack of Class A interactions (no discussion of trauma, no mention of Midnight, minimal reference to the Todoroki scandal) feel quite parallel to me - in a bad way...
It felt like this post-war arc has been quite a bit about AFO and All Might both taking back initiative - and instead of Deku and Shigaraki growing past them, those two have become instead the "strongest assets" of their masters, still calling the shots.
It feels kind of strange, because post-Kamino, it felt like the curve would be for both Shigaraki and Deku to learn to fly solo, but here we are at the cusp of the war to end all wars, and their impact on shaping events has been very limited.
Deku had his walkabout, but in the end it didn't change much, other than perhaps seeing that alone he's not enough (though I have no doubt that in the heat of the battle, he'll try again to protect everyone else, since his feelings about that haven't been in any ways settled), and we saw sparks of Tomura still existing inside AFO's possession and we see Tenko there too during the Star fight.
My theory is still that Shinsou will be brought in to mind control Shigaraki (perhaps already in the next chapter) and that will let Tomura to regain control (as Shinsou's quirk interacts with the vestige world), which will bring absolute chaos.
And I guess at some point in the battle, Deku will also finally grow past All Might in some way (probably the save the villains one).
But for now, the set-up of this second war feels frustratingly similar to the first one, with the "new generation" still not being in the driver's seat, as the same people who have been the movers of the main events keep being the ones deciding what happens next.
#c1a asks#shigaraki tomura#midoriya izuku#deku - tenko parallels#they are still on parallel trajectories
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Our boy Shiggy can’t catch a break! He just finished re-watching your 2 hr livestream celebrating your 10M+ subscriber milestone. You’re an uprising Youtuber & now the biggest female gamer on the platform. You also did a face reveal as a special gift to all your stans fans and told them that they would be seeing your face from now on. *cue Toga happily shrieking* Shiggy heads downstairs to check out the sudden commotion. Apparently Dabi has a girlfriend….huh, she’s kinda looks familiar……..wait it’s you……….YOU’RE HIS LOVER?!!!!!?😱 WTF?!?!! He almost dies of a heart attack. Shiggy refuses to accept your relationship with that asshole bc you’re supposed to be his e-girl🥺😭😂
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Look, listen, ok, in my happy Shigaraki world my boy ALWAYS gets the chick. So picture it she's Dabi girl AT FIRST, but she meets Tomura and feels that instant attraction.
Later on Dabi goes out on an errands, leaving you alone with Shigaraki. You lean against the wall trying to think of something to talk about, watching him as his eyes take in every inch of you, he looks as if he wants to devour you. He looks every bit the deadly villain he is and that excites you more.
It starts with a tingling between her legs, her pussy getting wet just from looking at him. He so rugged yet soft, his scars give him character and mystery, adding to his appeal. She finds herself wondering what his cock looks like. Is it long and thin like Dabis. Or short and fat. Her eyes lower to notice a very defined bulge forming in his pants. Big. Very big. Licking her lips she meets Shigaraki’s gaze, a knowing smirk on his chapped lips, 'damn I bet they would feel so good on my clit' she thinks, meeting his grin with one of her own.
In a split second he's crossed the room and pinned your hands above your head. His other hand journeys down your withering body, groping and caressing.
"I'm gonna fuck you better then he ever could" he snarls before smashing his lips to yours, tongue wrestling with your own as you mewl with delight. Long fingers dance down your body, easily parting your legs.
"Umm someone's ready for me" he taunts, rubbing your soaked panties.
"Please" you beg, you can't stop yourself from letting your hand rub his clothed erection. Feeling it twitch under your touch. He was so much bigger the Dabi and thicker. Would you be able to handle him. You were already soaked, you needed him now.
"Suck" he ordered, breath hot against your ear. Happily falling to your knees you pushed his pants down reveling his veiny cock, already dripping to your hungry eyes. Licking your lips before trailing your tongue down the fat length, catching the pearly drops. Gazing up at him as he tangles 4 fingers into your hair, tugging harshly.
"I said suck not lick whore"
Being a good girl you happily obliged trying your best to take as much as you could. The bitterness of his pre cum filled your mouth and you wanted more. But as he bobbed your head up and down Shigaraki’s cock you heard the door open and the voice of you boyfriend.
"Are you fucking kidding me"
"Looks like she's mine now asshole" Shigaraki chuckled.
You could hear Dabis heavy boots approach before Shigaraki issued a clear warning. "You'd lose this fight" he warns.
Not once did you even think about stopping, not once did Tomura stop fucking your throat. Closing your eyes as you moan around him you hear the door close once again as your ex leaves.
Tomura laughs "your mine now" .
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good little omega
— He was an alpha, you were an omega. Can I make it anymore obvious? He was a crime boss and you were a movie star. What more can I say? Oh, he wanted you, really wanted you, but you swore you would never, ever need an alpha.
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pairing: alpha!shigaraki tomura x omega fem!reader
warnings: 18+, smut, abo/omegaverse, chad alpha!shiggy, virgin celeb!reader, kidnapping, drugging, sex slave auction, biting/marking, belly bulge, knotting, sex toys, heat, implied murder (lol rip shigsters last omegas), mind break, breeding, degradation, finger fucking, fucking in front of a crowd, modern world!au
word count: 6,174
a/n: this goes out to my shiggy stans. I never understood you until recently and now I blush like a schoolgirl when I see him. mondays are so busy, are they not? ive been home for 6 hours today wtf????
kinktober day 12 main kink: abo/omegaverse | kinktober masterlist
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You sat before the mirror, your eyes intently staring at your reflection. The people around you running around, chaotically bringing brushes and pencils to your face, the smell of chemicals in the air, tickling your overly sensitive nose.
“Are we ready?! Is Y/n ready?! I don’t think she’s ready?! We need to be out of here in five minutes, people, let’s hurry it up!”
Breaking your gaze from your reflection onto your agent in the background, you sighed softly at the growing sour and distressed omega pheromones. Oh, you realized suddenly, your nose unable to keep from scrunching at the mildewy detergent scent, they were really stressed out.
Today was the night of the biggest award show one could attend as a movie star celebrity in Japan. The Motion Picture Awards gave only the most prestigious and prodigious actors and actresses their due. A night of fashion, alcohol, and nervous pheromone pumping alphas and betas in a single room to reveal who was the best this year. Working in an industry such as your own, you had become quite the living legend already at the mere age of twenty-two.
As an omega, you grew up in a society that banned you from enlisting or attempting to join the ranks of the best in just about every field of focus or study. So that even included the area of acting. Casting Directors had always said the same thing each and every time you were forced to present your secondary gender to them all when being called back for auditions.
‘Omegas can’t be movie stars, your heats are too often and too long, they cause rifts in filming schedules this project cannot afford.’
‘We have too many prime alphas on set. Our film's projected main character is an alpha, we wouldn’t want to be caught up in a lawsuit should she find you to be too… fertile.’
‘Omegas can only be good, suitable nurtures and well, mothers. This movie just seems a bit too intense for a little omega like you!’
Omegas can’t do this, omegas can’t do that. Alphas, the pride of society, couldn’t be made to hold themselves back to your alluring scent and occasional heats. Betas, the majority of the population, didn’t feel a challenge when working alongside omegas. Omegas? Well, if there were any that actually existed within the film industry, they were for sure never heard from, or seen of.
At the age of eighteen, you had nearly given up on your long aspiring desire to become the first omega actor or actress to ever grace the scene. But just as you were ready to tell your agent that you were tired of all of the same, repetitive bullshit, a gentle alpha had approached you with an exciting role in mind for you.
Movies and cinematic films had always showcased omegas as sweet, nurturing individuals. For the most part, you agreed that that’s how you omegas were. You enjoyed hugging your close friends, scenting them softly as means of a small pack you had created as none of you were mated this young, yet didn’t ever wish to be bothered by self-righteous alphas or betas. Through many, many biology courses revolving around your secondary gender, you knew that the hormones that made you an omega also affected the brain to accept and view things in a… softer light. But unlike what they taught in school, and unlike what the alphas in society knew about omegas as they could never honestly watch an omega in heat while alone, was that omegas weren’t always the most nurturing or kind.
The week before your heat, the week of, and the week following your heat, you were always irritable, angry, almost cold. You’d flash your small fangs at anyone who dared to approach you with a scent you hated, your heat room never once escaping with everything torn to shreds, and you definitely did not wish to seek any fiber of soft love.
So when the alpha male sat in front of you, a single fang poking out of his lip as he exposed his neck in a motion of vulnerability and conceding to you — the omega — you knew he was serious.
He explained to you his plan on creating a more realistic movie surrounding the brutal truths of what being a single omega was like. Films had, after all, had always depicted omegas as being mated the moment they presented and going as far as saying that there were others means to be coupled to other alphas without actually being marked. It was atrociously wrong of the omega lifestyle, and it always made your stomach curl to see that it was an alpha or a beta actor putting on the role.
But he wanted to focus on the realities. The anger, sadness, and horrors you could face as a single, unmated omega. The director raved that you were the face for that movie and had a soul that made him come seek you out. And without so much as consultation from your agent, you agreed on the spot.
The title of the film had been an ironic one. Good Little Omega was what it was called in the end.
All in all, the movie had done poorly in the eyes of the critics. Many individuals — namely alphas and betas — claimed that the depiction of omegas within the film had been horribly wrong. Omegas were never sad, never homeless, never abandoned by society! That’s what they had all cried the moment the trailer flashed with bright letters:
AND INTRODUCING: Y/L/N Y/N (Ω)
Still, the movie made billions as many went to watch it because they ‘needed to see how horrible the movie was.’ They wanted proof that omegas weren’t cut as movie stars because how could someone who was out of commission for a week every two months be proactive on set. But all they got was a cinematic masterpiece.
You had taken a claim in the industry, one while small, that hadn’t hurt that much because you were much more focused on the fact that you now were a household name. Well, that is until you were nominated for the awards ceremony you were currently about to attend, only that it was the one from four years ago.
You were the first omega actress and now the first omega nominee. You hadn’t won, but that had solidified the step you had in the door. After that, the interests to hire you in omega roles came pouring through the door.
But you were brought back to reality when the setting spray splashed against your face, your eyes fluttering when they covered your scent glands with the flesh-colored band-aids they got for you. Alphas could never complain about you being a distraction if you smelled the same as betas.
Rising to your feet, you smiled graciously to your makeup and styling team, thanking them profusely as your agent placed her hand at the small of your back and began pushing you towards the exit.
“Goodluck!”
“Thank you!”
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Shigaraki glared down the table of averted eyes, and his hands brought up under his chin twitched at his annoyance.
“Are you going to say anything, or are we going to remain silent?” he asked, his voice quiet yet heavy in all of their ears as they flinched. “Don’t think you’re going to get away without giving me an answer.”
The sour smell of fearful alphas should have corroded Shigaraki’s nose. It should have done something to unsettle the way that the young head sat on his black leather seat. But as a matter of fact, the young alpha had to resist the way he wanted to bare his teeth in a bloodied smile, his red eyes slit in his cruel lust for fear.
“O-Of course not, a-alpha!” croaked one of the smaller alphas down the table. Shigaraki snapped his eyes towards the yellow-haired croony, his neck exposed for the alpha, eyes refusing to look at his leader. “I-It’s just that, um, I — I mean, we don't know w-what happened to your mate!”
“I thought I gave clear and distinct instructions that you were supposed to have found them by this meeting,” Shigaraki stated, his voice somehow growing colder, meaner yet never once changing as his hands dropped from his chin to rest on the arms of his chair. He tilted his head, watching the pathetic alphas quiver like some scared, stupid omega. “Useless. Get out of here before I change my mind on killing you all where you sit.”
The crowd of alphas left quicker than Shigaraki could blink, leaving behind the reeking smell of scared alpha pheromones.
“Tomura-kun, you killed your mate,” came the singsong giggle from behind him, and Shigaraki didn’t bother turning around, his nose and ears sharp enough to pick up exactly it was behind him.
“They’re all a bunch of pissy lackeys,” Shigaraki simply stated, his eyes rolling as he slowly fell to the back of his chair, red eyes meeting golden ones that shone with mirth and joy. “What do you want, Toga?”
Toga leaned against the leather armrest, uncaring that Shigaraki hated his personal space invaded. The young female was an alpha, much like most of the people within this gang group, but unlike the others, she had a distinct, almost terrifying way to change the way she smelled. She could smell like anyone or any secondary gender. She often preferred to smell like an omega too.
“We have a guest visiting us today!” Toga chirped, her fingers clasping together. “I wanted to introduce him!”
“Bring Giran in,” Shigaraki snapped, his eyes narrowing with no real malice for the alpha next to him who simply pouted at the surprise — not a surprise — being ruined. Giran reeked of cigarettes and cheap body sprays that, when wafted with his distinct omega pheromones, made Shigaraki want to throw up. “Hurry up.”
“UGH!”
Shigaraki’s mouth was set in a firm line, his eyes watching as one of his most trusted allies walked to the table, and taking a seat in the abandoned chairs as Toga purred in happiness, sitting on the armchair of Giran’s chair, arms enveloping him.
“Shigaraki, how are you doing?” Giran smiled, the cigarette that seemed to take a permanent residence in his teeth moving with his words. “I came bearing some great news.”
“What do you have for me?” Shigaraki simply states, his eyes focusing on the letter that is unpocketed from Giran’s pockets and placed onto the table. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to sell me your omega niece again.”
Giran chuckled, looking at Toga, who was smirking softly, “I guess he still hates that joke, huh?”
“Absolutely livid!” Toga laughed.
Shigaraki growled, his mind and his inner alpha snarling at the lack of respect to the command of his question. He outranked them, outpowered them; they needed to respect his orders.
Giran took a deep inhale of his cigarette, sliding the card over to Shigaraki, his eyes averted, but his stance still firm. “I know you go through omegas faster than a teenage boy goes through a pack of tissues, but I think this can answer the pleas you have at night.”
Observing the card in his hand, Shigaraki scowls, unsure of how to feel about the print on the invitation.
“Say the word, and I’ll get you a seat,” Giran whispers, like a sinister god begging a mere mortal to sign over their life for something completely worthless. But Shigaraki knows his worth, and more importantly, he knows in this game he outranks Giran, who would never betray him. In the slightest. He huffs, his back hunched, and his eyes looking with subdued excitement.
“Who else is showing up?”
Giran knows the seat will be wanted that instant.
“No one who could hold a candle to you, alpha.”
“Don’t make me regret this.”
“Of course not, my liege.”
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The award sitting in your hand feels almost fake as if the entire night was nothing more than a heat-driven fever dream. You had won, had actually won the most significant award of the night that an actress could win!
“Oh my gods, okay, okay,” your agent muttered beside you. Her eyes glued to the shiny gold statue between your legs. “Well, I know your heat starts tomorrow, and I’ll leave you alone for a week. But I swear, y/n, as soon as your mind isn’t a full-blown lusty heat brained bimbo, we’ll reconvene, and we will make sure you are nothing but the greatest!”
“Yeah,” you breathlessly state, eyes transfixed on the prize that felt like it could melt away any second right now. “That sounds wonderful.”
The car you were in pulled up to your front door, and you felt meek excited the car in nothing but a silk robe and slippers. The dress you had worn that night had already been put back into a plastic bag to be returned to the stylist who had offered to style you for the night. You waved with an almost transfixed look in your eyes as you closed your front door behind you, your heart hammering as adrenaline still coursed through your veins as if you had just been declared the victor of the category yet again.
Placing the trophy onto the table, you sighed in a wondrous, dreamy way.
You had done it.
You had won.
Fuck all those directors who had ever said anything different.
Still deep in your thoughts, you almost missed the knock on your door, and you figured that you must have left something in the car. Walking back over to the front door, your nose curled at the lack of scent, was it a beta?
Opening the door, you don’t remember seeing faces or even a scent of a pheromone. A single cloth wrapped over your head, and before you could send out your painful, fearful moments-from-heat omega pheromones, you were knocked out.
Cold and lifeless, you sunk against their arms, bile rising up to your throat as you know exactly what was going on. You were being kidnapped.
No… please not… not after all of this had happened.
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You wake up to the sound of moving feet, sneering laughter, the feeling of coarse, hot, hands on your ass and wet, simmering tongues on your lubricated cunt. The sense is vivid. You can feel the very littlest touch on your body, the layer of scented pheromones on your glands, and slick from alphas — you know it's alphas imprinting themselves on you as a mark of a claim.
You knew about this from high school; it was an extremely outdated and frowned upon version of mating and claiming as it simply turned away any sort of pursuer who wasn’t the thick pheromone individual. You also knew it was frowned upon because if multiple individuals sought mateship with the typical omega individual, it would result in a massive, unsolvable death match. But these alphas, even with layering their scent on you so thick you thought you were turning crazy, didn’t attack. No, they took languid stripes of your fresh, intoxicating slick and growled to you, maybe, how that was how slick was supposed to be.
You wanted to move, to kick the stupid, demeaning alphas in the snout before running away, but in a twist of horrible realization, you soon figured out that despite your alert mind, you couldn’t move your body. Couldn’t shift it even the smallest of bits.
“I hope all you wonderful clients have been able to taste and smell your potential mates out here!” A loud, commanding introduction voice echoed from somewhere where you couldn’t see, his voice vibrating into the straps of your legs, but you couldn’t make a sound or even open your eyes. “As you know, we have such an arrangement for you all, the best of the best, really! We don’t wish to rush, but as always, all of these events are incredibly time-sensitive, so if you would, please alphas, please come and sit down, and we’ll begin bidding on our first of seven beautiful, fertile omegas tonight!”
The words sounded foreign in your ears yet at the same time, something so familiar because this was something you omegas were always warned about. This had to be some sort of omega mate auction, and by the stench of alphas who smelled like they owned millions and killed millions, you were in no doubt somehow caught up in one of the worst ones imagined.
Two long, completely hardened fingers suddenly entered your cunt, and as if for a single millisecond, your mind and your body were able to work in tangent, your hips bucked at the sweet feelings. Oh, your eyes tried to flutter, enjoying the way the two fingers circled the walls of your long lonely cunt.
“Please, alpha, please refrain from touching the merchandise for now, please join us so that we may begin!”
The two fingers buried within your cunt as if it was their right, slowly withdrew out of your pulsing walls, and you heard the sound of sneakers against the hardwood floor and felt relaxed and sickened at how you sort of liked it.
Heat brain, you reminded yourself. Just your stupid, horny heat brain.
You were a celebrity, you mantra, a dignified star who didn’t need a beta or an alpha unless you saw it fit. Right now, as you had repeated many times to the countless amounts of reporters who had asked, you had no interest in someone to share your heat with.
“Alright, and to start off our night in a rolling go! Please, everyone put your hands together for the fertile and beautiful thirteenth in-line the Princess of Cabodia: Dayanara!”
This auction was insane, all six omegas before you all sold from a price that ranged from 198 hundred million to the one right before you who sold for one billion dollars. You were a prideful omega, and you saw worth to your abilities, smell, and looks, but were you even worth anywhere in that range?
The entire time you had been set up in who knows what, the small, overwhelming pound of your heat sinking into the depths and pores of your body was becoming heavy. You couldn’t move a single muscle still, your body still refusing to respond to the call of your body, but the seep of your slick running down the innards of your thighs, undoubtedly beginning to pool on the ground, must be embarrassing of you.
Suddenly someone spread the skin below your ass out, and you couldn’t react as something sharp and prick stabbed into your flesh. You howled in the surprising pain, and you were fast to find that whatever they had injected you with had allowed systematic movement within your body. Your eyes fluttered open as two, impossibly huge alphas grabbed you by your forearm and hoisted you to your feet.
Your neck was far too weak to carry the weight of your head, so your eyes were transfixed on the white silk of the slutty dress they dressed you in. It showed off your cleavage with no regret, and by the feel and look of it, it barely passed the bottom of your ass. Your vision swam, the alphas all over the room distorted and melting within one another as you stepped onto a stage, the spotlight on you feeling deliriously hot and melting your skin.
Your hormones, already going crazy with your heat, seemed to intensify at the small of so many capable, potent, possessive alpha pheromones that suffocated the room. Handcuffs slapped onto your wrists, and you moaned pathetically at the sting of cold metal on your skin, and you obediently followed the command of one alpha to go on your knees.
A nail slammed between the metal links of the handcuffs, practically stapling you to the wooden floor, and you whimpered at the feeling of a stuffed pillow mount being placed beneath your lower stomach. You were in a forced and easily accessible mating position with your slick and cunt exposed for all the alphas to re-smell and see.
Moaning, you shifted against the mount, your body not able to have the full movement you needed to ward off that building, insufferable heat in your core, but nothing you could do seemed to satisfy it.
“And for our biggest prize of the night, we have the one, the only, the beautiful sensation Y/l/n Y/n!” the auctioneer roared. His voice echoing in your ear as he walked over to you, exposing your dripping cunt to the crowd of alphas who had all gotten a sweet taste of your essence already. His hand came down to slap your ass with a chuckle. “Where do we start the bidding on this one, alphas? She needs no introduction, and none of you better be pussies because we know this bitch of an omega won’t take any tiny cocks as her alpha! She needs to be broken in, fucked to submission. No one likes a trailblazer… someone needs to remind of what fucking trail she’s supposed to be on. Besides, the bitch is in fucking heat, and if you don’t claim her, I just might do it myself!”
“75 million!” someone started the bidding.
You stiffened.
“75 to the man in the back!”
“90 million!” someone challenged.
“We’re up to 90!”
“125 million!”
“Do I hear another offer?”
“250 million!”
“250 million!”
The number climbed and climbed, the same voices coming to challenge each other until finally, they rounded out to a quantity that sounded bizarre even to you.
“950 million!”
If it had been possible for your knees to give out, you would have been collapsed onto the floor, the pool of slick that continued to lubricate your cunt without a doubt drowning you as you craved the need to be fucked by someone with undoubted alpha pheromones and cock in this room.
“950 million?” the auctioneer repeated, his voice for sure carrying a shark-like grin. “Going once, going twice—”
“Five billion.”
The gasp in the crowd was undeniable, and the omega in you crooned, knowing that this alpha valued you and your omega to be the price of five billion US dollars.
“Fuck!” screamed the man who had presented the 950 million deal.
“Wowee, five billion dollars, everyone! Anyone think they can beat that?! Going once! Going twice!” The crowd remained in silence, and you shook against your restraint, the heat emitting from your cunt almost demanding to be seen and fucked through this heat week. “SOLD! The virgin celebrity, Y/l/n Y/n sold to our own Shigaraki Tomura!”
The cheers of amaze weren’t nearly as loud as the smell of reeking petty alpha.
“Come and pay up, alpha, and then you can show us… a demonstration of how you’re going to break this omega.”
“Shut up.” Shigaraku growled, his footsteps heavy in your ear as you feel him climb up the stage, and you weakly tilted your head to look at the white-haired alpha boss hand over a simple credit card before walking over to you, his eyes unreadable as he looked you dead in the eye.
He reached out a finger that raised your chin up for him to study your face, moving and tilting your head as he pleased as a small, sinister smile pressed to his lips as he dropped your head. A sharp, uncomfortable pain fell on your chin as it crashed to the floor, and you shivered at the feeling of his calloused and rough fingers running down your exposed back.
“You’re such a small omega, still stupidly tiny. I bet you’ve never thought your first knot would come from someone like me,” Shigaraki laughed, his fingers and voice ice cold. His words were soft, spoken in a way that had your omega stupidly cooing for having secret conversations with your alpha who promised to fuck you till you were carrying a litter of pups. “I hope you realize that this is real life, that I will break you, and no hero in this world will be able to fucking save you.”
“Fuck the omega!” someone from the crowd screamed, and Shigaraki glared upwards. Still, you shivered in the thought of this alpha who spent five billion dollars to make you his claiming you, fucking your stupid heat brain into mush in front of these smaller, irrelevant alphas.
“I’ll do what I fucking please,” Shigaraki snapped, but the fingers you remembered to have been the last ones to enter your slicked crazy walls seemed to be his. They moved deep within you, curling and spreading your tight, sopping wet cavern apart, letting your pathetic, chirping cries echo powerfully in the room as lusting, near rutting alpha pheromones filled the room. “For fucks sake, omega, your pussy’s fucking tight as shit! Don’t you have any real knotted toys?”
You couldn’t respond back, your body on the road to a complete shut down at the feeling of something other than silicone deep within your body, fingering and dragging against your pheromone soaked walls.
“Alpha, y-your fingers feel so good!” you gasp, your hips thrusting backward, enjoying the way his fingernails press onto your warm velvet walls. “So good, you make me feel so good already.”
“I’ve seen you all over the news,” Shigaraki growled low into your ear. “Talking about how you didn’t want an alpha, how you never needed to feel the tightness that a fat knot could bring you, and look at you now. I’ve barely touched you, barely begun to make you mine, and yet you’re already begging for me, omega.”
Your arms tug at the handcuffs, pathetically wanting them off. Exasperatedly seeking more friction from your newly bought alpha. You can’t think straight, can’t come up with a single response except the stupid apologetic, “I’m so sorry alpha, I didn’t know i-it would be y-you!”
“Don’t be shy on her, Shigaraki! Fuck the slutty omega already! Fucking knot and claim her in front of us, I want to hear the omega whore scream. It’s always hotter when it’s the first claim ever!”
“You better learn how to shut the fuck up, or I’ll kill you for interrupting my fucking session here,” Shigaraki seethed, his red, smoldering eyes ripping from yours and glaring at some loser alpha behind you. You couldn’t care. You only wanted what looked like the growing cock in Shigaraki’s pants; you wanted to feel the cock fill up your cunt, and his knot to lock you both in place.
You drooled at the thought, your loud, whimpering cries unable to keep from pouring out as the slick from your core seemed to pour endlessly from your pussy, demanding attention and a knot. “Breed me, fill me with your pups,” you begged fingers taking in his dirty fingers in your mouth, tongue wildly and uncontrollably flicking across his fingers in hopes it would be a sinking prayer of your promise to be good. “I want your knot, alpha, I want these stupid alphas to know you’re so much better than them~!”
Shigaraki’s once snarl fell when he looked at you, a slowly growing smirk falling on his face as his lips spread into a cruel smirk, one that had you moaning around his fingers as he pinched the pink muscle in your mouth before disappearing before you.
“I smelled your distress when I put my fingers up your sloppy little cunt right before the auction happened; I could tell even with your growing heat that you hated the feeling of my fingers up your pretty pussy. But look at you now, I haven’t even set you on my goddamn knot, haven’t stretched that tiny cunt to its max. You’re smelling better than a bitch in heat,” Shigaraki growled in your ear. His clothed chest pressing deliriously into your exposed back, the huge cock outline in his pants grinding incessantly into your wet core, undoubtedly leaving a damp patch where his cock ground into you. “You’re an actress, aren’t you, little omega? I bet you just needed this audience cheering your name to break your mind over this. How. Pathetic.”
And the pressure on your tongue is gone, the drool and saliva sticky and cold on your chin as you whimper for your alpha. You promised that it wasn’t right, it was just that you had been scared before, but your alpha was so strong, his pheromones so scary and mean, he could protect you and fill you up with so many pups you couldn’t help but to be excited now.
The smell of Shigaraki seemed to brighten, and you moaned when his hands pressed the white dress up, allowing for your naked ass to be seen by him and everyone who stayed to watch. Shigaraki squeezed your asscheeks away, chuckling at the way your small asshole clenched in your embarrassment and pain at how your hormone-driven heat demanded that he fuck you and knot you now.
“So fucking wet,” Shigaraki observed, his fingertips tracing the slick on your folds before a small pop told you that he licked you clean from his fingers. “Such sweet slick too, you really are a prime omega, little one.”
You whimpered, ass shaking for him to continue to touch you, to continue to fuck you more.
“I don’t think you’re ready for my knot, precious omega,” Shigaraki taunted, and his words were a sealing deal in your lusting mind. Your hips knocking backward in some sort of desperation for more.
“She won’t,” commented the auctioneer.
“I will!” you scream, eyes filled with painful tears that could only be resolved with your alphas knot and claim. “I can take your knot, alpha!”
Shigaraki makes a small noise, and you choke at the feeling of something huge, nearly monstrous, shift into your cunt. You were a virgin, but even you knew that it was merely the head of his alpha thick cock, not enough for you to be satisfied, not far enough in you to breed or fuck you properly. All the moans in your throat were slightly painful, and the tears in your eyes continued to fall as you rocked your hips backward, trying to sink yourself further on his cock, wanting him deep in your womb.
You craved him.
“Ah, good, you can take more,” came the airy, almost insane driven coo of Shigaraki, the lack of humor making your cunt flutter against his thick, long cock. “Cry for your alpha, little omega.”
With that, Shigaraki slammed into you with no mercy, his cock bottoming out into you with a powerful, edging thrust. You screamed in pain, tears leaking from your eyes, and even with the pool of lubricating slick, his cock was far too big, incredibly thick that you felt your inner walls splitting in two as he fucked you as if you weren’t in delirious pain.
Drool and tears covered your arms, your painted fingers digging into the floorboards with crazy strength that you clawed scars on the floor as Shigaraki rutted deep within you.
Shigaraki commanded you with every thrust he gave, and soon the omega in you was cooing, howling for more, the pain of having your virginity ripped from right under you having become bubbling, glowing pleasure. You screamed in pleasure, Shigaraki grabbing onto your rolling hips to slam you back onto his cock, allowing for his thick cock to hit deep within you over and over again. The angle and power he possessed with every thrust were almost inhumane, nothing your lonely heat filled nights could ever dream of recreating ever. Shrill moans and pleas drowned out the annoying commentary of your onlookers, Shigaraki’s chest still flushed against your back, his hips landing heavily on your ass that was at this point raised because of the mount beneath you.
“My alpha,” you babble, eyes unfocused, hazy, and incredibly heavy as you stared at some point on the wall, overwhelmed with the feeling of Shigaraki’s hot cock pounding in you. “My alpha, such a good alpha. His cock is making my tummy feel funny, making my pussy feel so tight. Please fill me with your children, I’ll be a good omega to you and them, I promise! I promise — I — oh myyy goddd — I promise, alpha!!!”
Shigaraki puffs up with the praise, but he continued to fuck into you roughly, mercilessly, as if you were nothing more than the breeding whore omega that he had purchased you for. The wet slaps and satisfying squelches rang in the blazing heat room, the smell of the pleasured and heat insane omega saturating deeply within his nose, and in the other's nose, the prideful smell of a satisfied alpha.
Your spongy walls clenched and spasmed against his penetrating, pounding cock, sometimes even forcibly because, by god, it was hot when his cock would twitch within your womb, especially against your cervix.
“Fuck, you’re so damn annoying,” Shigaraki snarled into your ear, his teeth biting and scraping along your neck, and you wailed when his teeth dragged over the sweet scent gland on your neck. The one and only place for mating bites to go. His hand gripped your hair, tugging your head back so that you could feel his rough facial skin rub up against yours. “If you want me to fill you with my pups, you better be the best fucking omega on this goddamn planet.”
“I can be the best! I’ll be the best!” you cried, your ass shifting backward to meet his drilling hips.
The delirious sensation of his cock rocking against your cervix slowly begins to inflate the knot on his cock, restricting his still barbaric thrusting as he made to move faster. He wanted you to cum before he knotted entirely within you.
The pressure in your stomach is scorching and impossibly tight, and he takes another long stripe at your scent gland. You tremble with need, your fingers tearing into the wooden floors. You can feel the knot on his cock swelling up, catching onto the opening of your cunt with every successive cunt, and you begin to cry, shake, and tremble as the knot becomes too big.
Your eyes cross, your tongue falling out of your mouth as you babble his name. Your walls clamp around his knotted cock with the ferocity of a vice, and your body jerks violently as you cum hard around his cock. The slick essence of your orgasm slipping out of the few lasting places open before Shigaraki’s knot fills you out entirely. Despite his cock unable to move, the swollenness of his knot preventing him from moving out of you, Shigaraki still shoves his weight into his hips, the inflated knot stretching your cock out so widely, your vision went white, and you came yet a second time.
A small pop was heard, and suddenly with a rush of thick, hot, and heavy white cum exploded within your womb, his teeth sink around your scent gland, marking you — mating you. He filled you, filled you, and filled you. His cum wouldn’t stop until your belly was swollen with his hot cum, and he eventually fell off of you with a shaky, shallow breath.
You still remained on the mount, your eyes unfocused, breaths mumbling to your alpha, a promise to carry out every single pup he gave you and would give you. You were his omega, his good little omega, and you would never disappoint your alpha. Not now, not ever.
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The next week, you opened your door with a broad smile, your usual clothes replaced with a dress Shigaraki had picked for you and a frilly white apron on as your agent was standing outside of your house, eyes wide, mouth gaped at the still bleeding mate wound on your shoulder.
“Ah, how funny!” you laughed, waving your hand as you sighed dreamily, your eyes fluttering at the thought of your alpha who was on a business call right now. “I’m actually going to be quitting! My alpha and I have many plans right now, I gotta produce as many litters as I can, being an actress would never give me this sort of meaning in life!”
“B-But, you’re doing so much?! You have so much to do! You can’t give up?!”
“Oh, my love, we both know that I look much cuter with a pregnant belly! Don’t worry,” you smile, taking your agent's hand, brightly smiling at her one last time. “I’m sure all omegas will eventually find their alpha so they won’t be so depressed and angry like I was!”
Your agent doesn’t get another word in.
You slam the door in her face, your hands already resting on your belly that you knew was already growing the life of your first litter of pups. It had been known the second Shigaraki filled you up anymore.
You were a good little omega, and your alpha needed you!
#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki smut#bnha#bnha x reader#mha#bbs kinktober 2020
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There was said interview, where HK said that jpn audience hated the villains and since villains started to gain more popularity, the manga popularity plummeted each year and rn SJ is rushing HK to end bnha. Villain stans got totally mad of course calling jpn fans dumb, weird, saying they have a terrible taste and that jpn only dislikes them bc of the culture since they don't like out of the norm ppl gaining popularity and don't like to see opressed ones trying to change the system
So what do you think abt that?
Warnings:
*Mentions of Terrorism
*Mentions of Serial Killing
*Bad Language
*Anti League of Villains
**Anti Himiko Toga
**Anti Dabi
**Twice Critical
*Victim Mentality
Basically, Villain Stans may want to skip this.
First, I kinda knew that HK is being rushed to finish the story, as you can feel it when you read it. I wasn’t aware of the reason though.
Now I am not Japanese and I have never met one personally, but I don’t meet many people (I don’t like them, see?) so I don’t know what they’re thinking. But I think it’s insulting that westerns—yeah, I know who the culprits are, sadly--are making such a gross generalization. But if any of the Eastern parts of the fandom--particularly the Japanese--want to weigh in, then by all means, please do.
Why does everyone assume people hate villains because they’re “out of the norm people?” Jack Sparrow is “out of the norm,” and he’s the most famous pirate in fiction! The Disney villains are all “out of the norm,” and people love them more than the heroes! (And note how most Disney fans aren’t trying to justify their actions either.) Dr. Stein from Soul Eater is “out of the norm,” and—you all get the point.
Why is it so hard to accept that people hate villains because they do VILLAINOUS things? Is it really so hard to believe that villains can be hated because they kill innocent people, steal, and cause harm without remorse? And is it really so unbelievable that not everyone is willing to wave aside their crimes just because of a sad backstory?
Have any of the Japanese fans actually said, “I don’t like this person because they’re different?” Or have they given other reasons that people are ignoring?
“Oppressed ones trying to change the system?” Bullshit. That's my opinion on that. The League of Villains was never oppressed! (At least by the hero society.) Oh, yeah, I’m fucking going there!
Tago is a freaking serial killer, who wants to be able to do whatever she wants without consequence. Even if the thing she wants to do is drink blood without consent or drink them dry.
Dabe just wants revenge on Endeavor and has killed tons of innocent people to do that and even set up his siblings to die as well.
Compress comes from a family of thieves, who claims to want to bring corrupt heroes to light, but we never see that. Maybe his ancestors did, but here he’s just using his powers to hurt people and kidnap kids.
Twice was a criminal who was a one-man army who used his powers to commit armed robberies, battery, and assault (not confirmed if he crossed into murder).
And finally, Shiggy is a brainwashed criminal whose actions have been manipulated and controlled by All for One since he was little, and he never received the psychological help he needed after accidentally murdering his whole family. He doesn’t want to change anything! He just wants to destroy heroes because that’s what AFO wants.
Spinner may want to change things to help people, but he’s probably the only one.
Every single person in the league is a terrorist who attacked innocent people and resulted in mass destruction. Not one of them is innocent.
Endeavor is the only one on the hero's side who has hurt an innocent person and set a member of the league on the path to villainy. If Dabe only hurt Endeavor we would be having a different talk, but he hurt several innocent people and tried to murder his siblings, so here we are.
The worst that society has done was suffer the bystander syndrome, and yeah, that’s bad, but it’s something everyone’s guilty of. Everyone has seen a stray and ignored them. Everyone has seen a homeless person on the street and moved on with their day. Doesn’t mean everyone deserves to die, it just means we need to be better. Same with the manga.
Now the Meta league, that’s a different story. Yes, they’re still villains and killers, but they’re the ones actually fighting for their rights and unlike the League, they have points. Quirks are a part of who people are, and if they’re not hurting anyone, they should use them. It’s not fair that only “heroes” should be able to use them legally. THEY’RE the “oppressed ones trying to change the system.” And they tried to do it peacefully at first and only went to extremes when no one would listen, as back then there was a fear against quirks. And now, thanks to their history, they��re seen as anarchists and no one is willing to even listen to them. They’re still villains, but they’re villains with a leg to stand on.
The LoVs are just people who kill other people, then throw a fit when they’re called out on it. This reminds me of a villain from demon slayer, who was always going, “Stop picking on me!” or “I can’t stand those who bully the weak!” when said demon was literally murdering a village of people. That’s exactly what the LoVs are. They are stuck on the victim mentally because they don’t want to change.
The heroes are far from perfect, and they’ve done questionable things with the assassins, and Hawks, but the majority of heroes still do everything they can to help people. Some do it for money and fame, but they still save people. Even Endeavor, who is the biggest asshole on the hero side, still saves people every day. (He should still go to jail for child and marital abuse, and lose all custody of his children, but I digress.)
Stans and the narrative can push all they want that the LOVs are just “oppressed ones trying to change the system,” but the facts prove that they aren’t. They’re killers and criminals who want to do bad things without being challenged or made to feel bad.
The manga's not over, so there's a slight chance I may change my mind, but I doubt it. As is--well, I think I've made my feelings clear.
That’s all from me on the topic. Have a nice day!
#anti himiko toga#anti dabi#anti league of villains#anti lov#mha#bnha#bnha meta#bnha rant#long post#sorry this was rushed so some stuff was mixed up#at this point I'm just sick of the villains#and how people react to them
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