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nights-legacy · 3 years

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Slip Up and Stare Down- Amajiki Tamaki

Help and Hide Series. Tamaki Edition

Bakugo Ed. Kirishima Ed. Denki Ed. Todoroki Ed. Deku Ed. Shinso Ed. Iida Ed. Aizawa Ed. Hawks Ed. Dabi Ed. Shiggy Ed.

+ You are in your third year at UA along side the Big Three. During training, you do something that makes a couple of your classmates laugh at you. You are upset by this and go to leave only for Tamaki to step in and help you out. He pulls you away to a private corner and comforts you in his own way.

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I ran across the high beams of the training course. I easily avoided the attacks of the classmate, being able to move faster than their attempts. My ears twitched as someone tried to come up behind me. I flipped back and side swiped their legs, knocking them out of the game.

“Too easy.” I smirked in my crouched position. I looked around noticing there was only a few students left.

I went to run again when the whole structure vibrate, throwing me off balance. I tried to regain it but failed, falling over the edge. I hit the ground rather hard before rolling off to the side. I had landed on my left wrist and shoulder hard. I hear laughter off to the side and looked over.

“Guys! It’s not that funny!” I yelled at my classmates. I sat on the ground where I fell after the mishap. Apparently, whatever I did was extremely funny even though my tail hurt as well as my wrist and shoulder. I rubbed my wrist while they continued to laugh.

“Yes it was! I mean I thought cats always landed on your feet but apparently not.” One of the guys teased.

“I mean aren’t you supposed to have the best balance in class having a cat quirk and all?” A girl gave me a smile while asking.

“Well I do have good balance but that doesn’t mean I can’t get tripped up.” I said getting up. My ears started to flatten against my head.

“Yeah? Well maybe you need to work on that.” Another guy quipped. I know most of them weren’t trying to be mean and such but what they were saying was starting to hurt. I gripped my wrist and took a few steps back, shrinking into myself.

The whole exercise had been some agility training and most of the time I was the best at this but not today and now my classmates laughing at me. Just because I had the ears, tail, eyes, and cat like agility and reflexes doesn’t mean I can’t trip up like a normal person. I turned to walk away.

“Wait! We just messing with you! Don’t get butt hurt.” One of the guys said. I turned and looked at him appalled. One of the others hit him the chest, scolding him for saying to so insensitive. I shook my head and went to walk on when I bumped into someone lightly.

“Sorry.” I whispered. I looked up and saw Tamaki but he wasn’t looking at me. He had his eyes locked on the people behind me with his intimidating stare. I heard the other shut up behind me. “Tamaki?” I whispered his name but his stare didn’t waver.

“Come on.” He said gently before tentatively taking my hand and pulling me away. I followed behind with one glance back to see Mirio and Nejire talking to the group. We walked for a while in silence before he stopped, let go of my hand, and faced a wall. He sighed heavily. I stood off to the side, standing awkwardly and rubbing my arm not knowing what to do.

“Ow.” I barely whispered loud enough for myself to hear my wrist throbbed again. I gently rubbed it before I felt eyes on me. I looked up to see Tamaki had turned his head slightly and looked at me.

“Are you hurt?” He asked softly.

“Just my wrist and shoulder. When I fell.” I told him, shrugging the slightest bit.

“You fell pretty hard.” He commented before surprising me by reaching out and grabbing my wrist gently, taking over and massaging the hurt appendage. I gasped slightly causing him to look up at me.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked.

“No, it feels nice.” I said honestly. I looked down at the ground while he continued. We stood there in comfortable silence until we heard voices come from around the corner. The voices that belonged to the group that laughed at me.

“Y/N?” I heard one of them call.

“Ug. I don’t want to talk to them.” I groaned. The next thing I knew Tamaki was grabbing my waist and pulling me away quickly. He pulled me into a cozy little corner that, without really looking, you wouldn’t know was there. I leant against the wall and he stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets.

“I am sorry about the fall.” I raised an eyebrow at him. He scratched the back of his neck. “I was the reason for the whole structure vibrating. I got over excited. I should have been more careful, especially since I knew you were up there and…”

“Tamaki.” I stopped him, stepping forward and placing my hands on his forearms. He went silent fast and still like stone. I looked down at my hands and realized what I had done. I went to pull away but when I only got a few centimeters away Tamaki was faster. He grabbed onto my elbows gently stepping close.

“Wait.” He said. I looked up at him and saw a blush on his face. He took in a shaky breath. He was looking at the ground as he usually does but this time was different, it just felt different. I could hear his heart beating very fast. He suddenly looked up at me. He had an intense look as he stared at me.

“Tamaki?” My hands rested comfortably on his arms. I looked into his eyes.

“Don’t freak out…please.” He whispered. I was about to ask what he was talking about but he pulled me closer and leant down, placing his lips on mine. I gasped before it clicked what he was doing. I easily fell into the kiss, leaning more into him. I moved my hands up to his neck and I felt his wrap around my waist. I let him lead the kiss and he then pushed me back into the wall.

“What was that?” I whispered as he pulled away. He took a shaky breath again.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself anymore. I have wanted to do that for so long but I am not…” He was starting to panic.

“Sh sh.” I place a finger on his lips to quiet him before kissing him again. “It’s perfectly fine, Tamaki. I quite liked it.”

“Y-you did? That’s good. Umm, I haven’t kissed much so I was afraid it would be bad.” He stuttered, his confidence drained. I smiled softy before I flinched as my shoulder throbbed. He looked at me worried.

“My shoulder, it’s alright.” I set a hand on his chest.

“Y/N? Are you around?” I heard them again. I literally saw Tamaki go from his shy cinnamon roll state to protective. He covered me with his body, setting his arms on either side of me, caging me in. He looked over his shoulder, watching the opening. I hesitated at first but eventually reached up to caress his cheek in comfort.

“I don’t like how they made fun of you.” He said lowly.

“They weren’t trying to be mean. It was just a bit hurtful.” He whipped his head toward me.

“But they could clearly see that you didn’t like and should have stopped.” He said before setting his forehead on mine. “I wish I got there faster.”

“It’s alright. I’m okay. It was nothing that will wound me deep.” I rubbed my thumb across his cheek. He closed his eyes and I felt his body relax against me. He moved his head to my shoulder and lowered his arms down to my waist again.

“Okay.” He said softly. I wrapped my arms around his middle resting my forehead against the juncture of his neck. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” I felt him kiss the side of my neck. I smiled, proud of him for stepping out for himself for once.

“It won’t be.” I said back. He slowly straightened back up and looked down at me. He was smiling with little tears in the corner of his eyes. I pulled him into a kiss and he kissed me back earnestly. We pulled away after a minute.

“Are you two done yet?” Mirio’s voice called out. We both jumped and I saw Tamaki’s face go bright red. He started stuttering and clamming up. He started pulling away but I caught his hands and he looked at me in the eye.

“It’s okay.” I assured and he calmed down. I motioned with my head towards the others. “Let’s go.” He nodded and we walked out to see Mirio and Nejire waiting patiently. I waved at them and Tamaki was looking at the ground.

“Congrats you two!” Mirio exclaimed. He walked over and gave Tamaki an affectionate side hug. “I’m so proud of you Tama! You two deserve each other.”

“He’s right.” Nejire chirped. I blushed a little and I felt Tamaki grip my hand. I moved closer to him and he looked at me fondly. I moved his arm across my shoulders and cuddled into his side, tail wrapping around his waist as we walked to the locker rooms to change.

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wolfygirl1900 · 3 years

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How the guys react to you getting a buzzcut

Characters contained: Aizawa, Present Mic/Hizashi, Kirishima, Denki and Shigaraki

Shota Aizawa

Shota is a very busy guy. Between him being a pro hero and a teacher... And not just any teacher mind you.... He's in charge of Class 1-A.

Poor guy never seems to get enough sleep and when you come home from the hair salon with your hair completely shaved off, he notices hon... Trust me when i say he notices it.

He just doesn't say anything at first. After a good nap with you, he would wake up at least somewhat refreshed and compliment you that you still look beautiful no matter what and he loves you.

Hizashi/Present Mic

You came home from the hair salon with a hat and poked your head around the corner shyly.

"Baaaaaabe....? 'Zashi? Can you promise not to be mad at me?"

He blinked and raised a blonde eyebrow. "Um.... Okay? What's wrong my little listener?"

You came in the room fully and sat on his lap hugging his shoulders before taking your hat off.

He stared at you for a few minutes and then grinned widely his eyes sparkling.

"You look amazing!!! I'm going to start calling you my little punky!!" He said loudly and proudly.

You smiled relieved and kissed your loudmouthed boyfriend happily.

"I'm glad you like it, 'zashi"

Eijiro Kirishima

You had fucked up your hair trying to cut it by yourself and had to call your best friend, Bakugou to come help you fix it.

He grumbled the entire time and had to shave the entirety of your hair just to fix it. He showed you and in his grumpy growling way reassured that you didn't look completely stupid.

You were still nervous about it so you "borrowed" his hat until you two got to Kiri's to hang out with him for movie night.

Kirishima honestly widened his eyes and then grinned at you.

"You look so cool, y/n!!!" He said and hugged you.

"Yeah only because i had to help your dumbass fix it. She/he tried to cut it on his/her own and fucked it up."

You were used to Bakugou's insults but caught the edges of his lips twitching slightly which usually meant he was trying not to smile.

Kirishima just kept grinning at you with his sharky teeth and pulled his phone out taking a selfie with you.

After the new hair reveal, you cuddled your boyfriend and watched the movie with him and Bakugou.

Denki Kaminari

You came into the living room while he was hanging out with the Bakusquad with tears welling up.

He paused in his conversation and saw the tears and the reason why immediately. He jumped up and ran to you tripping over himself as well as Sero and Kirishima.

He hugged you tightly wiping your tears before taking you back to the bathroom to help you fix it which meant a buzzcut.

He saw you were still upset and poked his head out in the hallway and called for Mina and Jirou to come help him make you feel better.

The girls dragged you away and helped you with a new punk rocker makeover.

They hugged you and then took you back to the living room show you off to Denki and the others after they took several pictures with you for fun. Denki grinned and hugged you kissing your head.

"Love you babe." He said in your ear and smiled.

Tomura Shigaraki

When you came back to your shared room to give your boyfriend, Tomura some lunch. Your eyelashes still pretty wet from crying and showering earlier.

You had tried to do your own hair and messed it up. Thankfully your best friend Dabi and Papa Kurogiri(he just gives me villain dad vibes) both helped you fix it.

Dabi was the first to find you crying in the bathroom and got angry thinking Twice or Toga had messed with you but calmed down when you told him what had really happened and showed him what you had been attempting.

Dabi, being the secret softie he is, grabbed your wrist and took you to Kurogiri's room for help.

Papa kurogiri listened and fussed a little bit at you for not asking for help in the first place but immediately helped you. Dabi grabbed your makeup from the bathroom and helped you with it after your shower.

He grinned and said. "You look so sick!" He hugged you when you cracked a small smile and then you two took some selfies together.

Anyway, back to dear shiggy, he had no idea what had happened earlier because you had left him playing his game while you were busy with your hair.

Poor boy kept thinking the worst as you two ate lunch together. Finally when you were feeling full and about to go into a food coma, he kissed your shaved head gently and tucked you in with him. Once he saw you were passed out, he carefully got up and went to find Twice and Toga to interrogate them.

Kurogiri calmed him down of course and explained the situation.

He nodded and paused when Dabi showed him some of the selfies as well showing how happy you were afterwards.

Tomura sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. He wasn't exactly jealous of your relationship with Dabi. He knew you were very loyal to him and would never cheat. In fact he was actually silently thankful you had such good friends.

He looked between him and kurogiri before looking to Twice and Toga and turned around. "Good to see some people are useful around here."

Dabi chuckled a little bit and called after him. "You're fucking welcome."

After all that drama, Tomura would honestly be exhausted and go back to his room with you and get under the covers to pet your smooth head and peach fuzz hair kissing your forehead gently before falling asleep with you in your arms.

Also thank you to @kure-san for being awesome and helping me with these!!!

#wolfy rambles #mha #dabi x reader #bnha x reader #shigaraki x y/n #aizawa x y/n #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #present mic x reader #mha headcanons

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awsugawara · 4 years

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bnha hcs with an artsy s/o [1/?]

i’m going to make this a mini series, so expect to see this AND haikyuu characters too :) i will also do the k-pop hcs too, so look forward to that !

note: your quirk will be the same all around, if implied you have one!

Quirk: AMBIENT ILLUSION - with a single touch of your hand or glance, you are able to make your opponent think that they’ve been taken to another “realm,” but in actuality their body movements mimic those in the illusion; it’s a quirk that can be used for good or for bad; your creativity isn’t limited, but the side effects are headaches, nausea, and sometimes insanity for a short period of time until your stamina runs out or unless someone knocks you out

Hero Name: Chiaroscuro or Chiasu [for short]- referring to the major contrast of light and dark in an image; in italian it is said to literally mean light-dark

enjoy :)

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s. aizawa

> teacher x teacher scenario tyvm

> you were a popular teacher at U.A., teaching in some of the general studies classes as an art teacher

> students in class 1-C, D, and E would flaunt how cute/hot and talented their pro hero of an art teacher was

> midnight was gossiping about you with present mic and aizawa overheard

> he knows you have your own agency, so how you double that plus being a teacher was beyond him

> “oh midnight! i was actually looking for you :)”

> aizawa-seeing-a-cutie.exe has stopped working.

> for someone who is low energy and stoic for the most part, this was new

> got more acquainted with the other teachers, but you were really close with aizawa

> funny thing is,,,you and aizawa met up a lot after school and you eventually started dating

> the other pro heroes at the school only found out is when midnight had walked in on them kissing

> the students found out about the relationship when aizawa walked you to your next lecture class as he left class 1-A with present mic

> aizawa glared at them and as soon as he left, your students pelted you with questions, until the teacher told them to quiet down

--- k. takami

> keigo is like a SIMP for you

> he practically with go out of his way just to buy you new art stuff

> “babe...i don’t need anymore sketchbook paper...i have an office at the school and they supply my paper-”

> “you can never have enough, my dove��

> you work at U.A. as an art teacher and met keigo when you were walking home from the school

> you had a run in with a villain, who was on a mission to kidnap you and he swooped in to save you

> your art was scattered all over and some destroyed and keigo caught a glimpse of them and noticed your U.A. badge

> “you’re a teach at U.A.?”

> keigo walks you home, if you chose to stay late to work on your art

> when you first started dating, he was wondering why you would stay so late, and you had to explain your quirk to him

> he wants to be your #1 source of ideas, but he gives you space when you’re truly at an artist roadblock

> when he took you flying for the first time, he vowed to take you every now and then because seeing how your eyes lit up at the city below made it worth while

--- t. shigaraki

> shiggy treats you like glass

> i see him as someone that really admires you and your quirk, let alone your ability to be able to create such fine pieces of art

> you were a lone wolf, who met dabi, who introduced you to the league

> when shigs laid his eyes on you for the first time, he was SMITTEN

> childishly rants to kurogiri when you and dabi are out patrolling

> “why do they always have to go with that burnt piece of shit”

> #getrekteddabi

> shiggy sucks at socializing and it doesn’t help that you always have a resting bitch face™

> you’re actually a softie and a sweetheart at heart, but you notice shiggs advances and are quite confused

> “uhm...hello, tomura-senpai,,,is there something i can help you with?”

> rip shiggy from the CUTENESS

> one day when you didn’t show up at the base and dabi did, shigaraki and kurogiri gave him a look

> “oh, if you’re looking for Chiasu, they’re at home sleeping...idiot stayed up painting again.”

> shiggy left after demanding dabi to reveal their location

> when he got there, he rang the doorbell and questioning why he came because this really isn’t something he does

> “hmm? tomura-senpai? what are you doing here?” **rubs sleep out of your eyes**

> he felt his heart leap

> “i came to see my s/o after being told that they stayed up working. now, are you going to let me in or am i going to have to force myself inside your house?”

--- dabi

> you were at witz end with your life as a pro hero

> you weren’t depressed or anything,,,just bored,,,no ideas or fighting spirit

>one day, you had happened to run into dabi committing one of his oversized fires

> he tried reading you, but all he got was just your stoic, almost sad, expression

> you hadn’t moved and he was walking toward you, stopping and moving his face down to your level

> “well, well what do we have here?”

> you hadn’t remembered much from that day, but you hadn’t run into dabi and the only time you really left your house was to get more art supplies and food

> when you were trekking home on the same path, dabi stepped from the shadows in front of you

> you just gave him a blank look and tried to side step him, but obv he didn’t let you

> what happened next was probably the most shocking,,,he embraced you

> you didn’t know what to do other than cry...for losing your fighting spirit

> after that day, dabi would check up on you frequently and eventually he convinced you to stay with him, so he can stay with you

> it took about 2 months to get you to smile and boy was that worth it

> you were grateful of dabi for sparking [pun not intended] your creativity

> “if you’re so grateful, why don’t be mine?”

--- h. toga

> innocent is how toga would describe you

> her attraction to you was much more different than the times where she’d feel the need to cut someone up

> she wanted you in one piece, unharmed

> so she dragged you to be apart of the league of villains with her

> shigaraki was skeptical letting in a quirkless civilian into the league, but he found your ability to design and draw potentially useful

> dabi likes to mess with you to rile up himi

> “you lay another burnt hand on my s/o, i WILL cut you”

> himi doesn’t like the fact you’re close with some of the LOV members, so she whisks you away to her room or somewhere that’s not the base

> if you go to school and you’re adamant in finishing, himi will kinda leave out the villainous aspects of her life so you can finish

> if you go to school and you really don’t care for it, she’ll try to convince you to become a full fledged member of the LOV rather than an associate

> the mission with the yakuza was probably super nerve-wrecking for you after you saw it on the news

> you were greeted with a toga at your door that evening and you just glomped her and expressed how concerned you were, knowing what her role in the mission was

> himi met you online and then began kinda figuring out when you went to your fav cafe and art store and what you like to buy and the such

> attentive, but psycho was how you described her at first, but just accepted that aspect of her

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k. chisaki

> for someone who looks like a plague daddy- doctor none of the members of the yakuza would have imagined him dating a cutie with a QUIRK

> for starters, you kinda once over the media on the yakuza, more so concerned with your art

> so when you accidentally ran into kai one evening, you kinda just shrugged it off and continued to walk home

> he was so confused like didn’t you know who he was?????????

> nonetheless, he saw you again, while you were making your way home from the convenience store with your [fav. drink + snacks]

> “oh hey! i remember you!” **insert tense kai** “you’re that guy from the other day! how are you?” **cue confused kai**

> you didn’t really have much of a reaction when you FINALLY put two and two together on

> “you’re a part of that villainous yakuza, right?” **insert tense kai** “it’s okay i won’t tell, i like you too much to turn you in :)” **cue confused kai**

> he wasn’t sure whether to be more concerned about the fact you’re letting him, a villainous yakuza go, or the fact he is starting to develop feelings for you

> regardless, kai had “kidnapped” you more like you willingly agreed to stay with him, hidden away somewhere, where you were safer

> he allowed you to continue your artistry, but he made sure to stay away at least from that aspect of your life

> he wanted you to feel like you had those forms of freedom with the line of work that he was involved in because he loves you very much

> BONUS: you held a grudge on kai for keeping eri hidden away from you and for what he did to her and got a couple of hits on his ass, but you stayed with her and aizawa after kai was arrested

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sorry some of these are short or kinda are,,,,idk bad? ^^;

#bnha headcannons #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #shigaraki x reader #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #himiko toga x reader #dabi x reader #keigo takami x reader

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hisgoodpuppy · 3 years

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Hi Victoria, congrats on 100!! Could I request a record player please?

My self ship is Dabi and Shigaraki, we met when I was running from heroes and ended up bumping into Dabi, needless to say he brought me back to the league and I ended up joining them.

Our favorite things about each other is that we’re all very different but compliment each other very well. Dabi acts as the silent protector and pretends not to care when in reality he’ll make sure Shigaraki and I are both okay and don’t overwork ourselves. I act as the heart and since I’m good with communication I make sure if there’s a problem we talk it out. I also make sure to tell them how much they matter to me. Shigaraki isn’t too confident with dating, but he also checks in on us and will schedule dates/make sure we are okay. Dabi it’s his rapid fire comebacks since I laugh at them. With Shigaraki his favorite thing about Dabi is how driven he is. Dabi’s favorite thing about me is how calming I am while Shigaraki’s is my thoughtfulness/sense of humor. Dabi’s favorite thing about Shigaraki is his intellect while my favorite thing about Shigaraki is his selflessness/compassion.

Any genre is fine love and if this doesn’t spark anything please feel free to ignore, congrats again!!!🤍

stari, thank you so much for participating in the event! you’re such a lovely person! what a privilege it was to read about your self ship with dabi & shiggy. it’s an adorable dynamic. i kind took a while to get it right, but i hope you enjoy the vibes of your date ♡

the songs of love play just for you. . .

what is most beautiful about your relationship is the way you all make sure each other feel safe, comfortable, & heard. there’s many days spent at home because you, dabi, & shigaraki vibe best without any outside of influences affecting you. you just know what each other like & it’s so much easier to stay home & cater to each other needs than deal with whatever the world has going on.

it’s a special occasion! well, not really, but dabi gives into planning a date night (day?). he surprises you both subtly one night when you’re eating dinner. dropping the hint not to make plans for saturday because he’s taking you & shiggy to an amusement park. the first bit of your saturday morning is you & shigaraki in shock that dabi actually went out of his way to buy tickets & plan a whole day. you both find it hard to hold back on your incessant teasing. dabi rolls his eyes & groans, “please drop it, or we’re not going”.

the day is amazing. you didn’t expect dabi to have any desire to take you out to such a crowded location, given how anxious these things make him. it’s worth it. it’s the way he looks at you when you jump up & down about the newest ride they added or the way shiggy practically cries over the music in the parade. you’re both such softies! & maybe he is too, because if he knew just how happy a date to an amusement park would make you he would’ve planned this so much sooner!

sadly, with a group of three there are many rides where you have to rotate partners. you three settle on the pattern of you & shiggy riding together for most of the rollercoasters, & swapping back & forth on the slower rides as dabi’s partner. dabi’s always trying to pull smooth moves on you both when you’re on a dark ride. he just likes how flustered he can make you with his tongue down your throat on a ride full of people. you & shigaraki always come out lips swollen & hair disheveled. you enjoy it just as much but land a lil slap on him for always pulling some sort of stunt. he just lets out a soft chuckle.

while you & shiggy are off getting ice cream, dabi snags a perfect spot to view the fireworks, a bench on a balcony of one of the amusement park shops. it’s an absolutely perfect viewpoint that overlooks the side of the park you’re on. you’re nestled between your two boys, licking away at your creamy treat while the lights of the exploding fireworks dance across your faces. it’s most definitely going to be a day to remember.

#goodpuppy.100🐶#stari ♡#🐶 cutie.mootie #puppy.mail 🐾#date situation #hybrid fic #date night request #music event #dabi x shigaraki #poly!reader #playlist request

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suyacho · 4 years

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in the hallway - shigaraki tomura x fem!reader (NSFW)

A/N: ⚠️ MINORS DNI!! This one shot is cleary NSFW and contains smut, if you’re not comfortable with that please don’t read it. This is also kind of my first time writing a serious smut one shot, so I apologize if it’s bad!

⇥ genre: smut

⇥ WARNING: FEMALE READER - ROUGH - ORAL - DEGRADING/PRAISING

“Y/n! You look so cuteee!” Toga said as the walked into the room. “Goodmorning Toga, you too.” You smiled at her as you took a sip from the drink Kurogiri just made you. Yes it was early in the morning but the league has been stressing you lately.

“So does Shigaraki know you’re wearing this?” She asked with a giggle as she sat next to you. “No he doesn’t he was asleep when-“ You tried to say but got woken up by your boyfriend walking in. He didn’t look up yet and lazily walked towards the bar while you took another sip of your drink with a devilish smile.

“Hey goodmorning babe.” You said, finally making him look up and checking you up and down with wide eyes. “Morning.” He mumbled while his mind was going crazy. You smiled to yourself as he got his drink.

“Y/n, you, me, in the hall right now.” Tomura said and you got up right away, waving a bye to Toga happily. “So what do you wanna talk about Shiggy?” You asked him innocently. “You know exactly what I’m talking about slut.’’ He mumbled, looking down at the bulge in his pants.

You were wearing a revealing outfit to tease him but you didn’t think that only would make him as hard as he is now. Little did you know he woke up with that bulge, since he had a very detailed wet dream about you. Seeing you in that revealing outfit just made it worse together with the fact he couldn’t just slam you against the wall and fuck your brains out right now. He had a meeting in a bit, meaning he had to leave you alone and push his needs/desires aside.

“I don’t know babe.” You said with the most innocent look as you looked him in the eyes, making his breathe hitch. “Look at you, walking around in such a revealing outfit, showing so much skin, this early in the morning.” He said and pushed you against the wall. “I could’ve worn something more revealing.” You mumbled and Tomura turned you two around again, pushing you on your knees as he leaned against the wall.

“You know how to talk shit, maybe you should put your mouth to work.” He said as he looked down at you. You squeezed your legs together as you felt yourself getting more turned on, it was just that something about the way he’s talking to you at the moment made you feel a lot of things.

“You like it when I talk to you like that, don’t you slut?” He grinned as he let his jeans and boxers fall down to his knees. “Now use that slutty mouth of yours to suck my cock like your life depends on it.” He said and you nodded.

You dragged the tip of your finger over his slit covered in pre-cum teasingly. Smirking to yourself as his cock twitched under your touch. You pump him a few times before taking him in your mouth. After that you teasingly licked around his tip but Tomura wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed a handful of your hair with 4 fingers and fully pushed himself into your mouth.

Tomura threw his head back and moaned loudly, not giving a shit about the fact that rest of the league could hear him. You were softy whimpering around him as he hit the back of your throat. You start bobbing your head up and down as you remain the same rhythm.

“O oh fuck, such a good slut for me.” Tomura moaned and pulled more on your hair. You squeezed your thighs together tighter, trying to ignore how turned on you were right now.

Tomura smirked and looked you in your eyes as you twirled your tongue around him as well. He was enjoying his view and took in everything. After a while he was getting closer by the sec.

Tears pricked in your eyes as he hit the back of your throat over and over, trying to catch his release. “J just like that.” He moaned and you hummed around him.

That was all it took for him to finish. He came in your mouth and all over your face/clothes. You made sure he was looking at you and swallowed it all.

He breathed heavily and smiled at you. “Look at you, such a good girl for me.” He said and made you stand up again by pulling on your hair.

He pulled you in a kiss for a while and you kissed back with no hesitation. “I hope you learned your lesson slut.” He mumbled against your lips as you guys pulled back.

“You did so good.” He said as he tucked a hair behind your ear and smiled. “All for you Tomura.” You said softly and he pecked your lips once again.

“When I’m back from the meeting I don’t wanna see you wearing anything like this again okay? Or we’re gonna have a problem.” He said and you nodded. “Of course I won’t!” You said with a smile and everyone with a brain knew you were lying.

Tomura laughed softly and pulled his boxers & jeans up again, fixing himself completely. “I’m gonna go now okay baby?” He said softly and you nodded. “Good luck at your meeting.” You said and kissed his cheek.

Tomura smiled and walked out, leaving you hot and bothered. Now you knew for a fact that you weren’t gonna listen to what he said.

This wasn’t over yet and it won’t be over until you got what you wanted.

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As The World Caves In, Part III (18+)

Genre: fluff, mild angst, a lil smut (oral)

A/N: I’ve been procrastinating part 3 because I wasn’t sure how I wanted to write Tomu falling in love. I know a lot of shiggy stans see him as an absolute MENACE and borderline incel, but after seeing his character development in the manga with the way he cares for the league, I truly believe this man is capable of being a lil softie deep down. I hope you enjoy, it’s my favorite work so far! (*´∀｀*)

Part 1

Part 2

When you woke up the next morning, you lied in bed staring blankly at the ceiling fan. Even though it was a dream, you could still taste him on your lips. You placed a finger on your bottom lip, remembering every kiss and every soft touch. What confused you the most was how real it all felt, from his scars down to his mole. In fact, you weren't even aware that he had a mole. You were never close enough to take in all the details. You hadn't seen him in a month, so maybe you were starting to forget and your brain was just making up a face. None of it made sense when you thought about it. You rolled over, face first in your bedsheets, inhaling deeply only to smell the faint scent of his presence. Maybe you really were going crazy.

It was the start of the weekend, which only meant sleeping in or writing. As much as you wanted to continue last night's dream, you needed to at least attempt to be productive. You got up to peer at the gloomy afternoon through your window, still damp from last night's rainstorm. You clasped the lock to open it only to find it was already unlocked. Weird. You opened the window and let the cool, crisp air dance into your apartment as you sat cross-legged on your bed, laptop in hand. The first thing you wanted to do was write about the dream before you could forget. Reliving it in your head as you typed sent a heat throughout your whole body. Not only were you spending your free time reading about him, but now you were even having detailed dreams about Tomura. One thing you couldn't forget was the way he looked at you. A guarded, yet soft expression. Your imagination could definitely go places, but never like that. Imagining such an expression, with soft touches and needy, curious kisses was something you had to have experienced to be able to feel so deeply. You had a few partners in the past, but none of them ever made you feel that way. No movie or book has ever given you an emotion strong enough to influence a dream like that. With your mind racing and ricocheting between rationality and gut feeling, you could hardly focus enough to write about anything useful. Instead, you got up and started hunting for any kind of evidence of his presence. You checked the fridge and pantry for any missing food or drink. Your front doors locks were secure and untouched since you had locked them the day before. The only thing that stood out was the window. You didn't exactly live in the safest neighborhood, so keeping everything locked was a strict habit of yours. There was no way you could have forgotten to lock your bedroom window of all places. You lived on the third floor of your apartment complex, but still, it didn’t hurt to be extra cautious.

You sat on the chair by the window and took a closer look at the glass. There were a few faded fingerprints you knew couldn't be yours. If there was one thing you disliked, it was fingerprints on mirrors and windows. You always made sure to open your window from the bottom and close it from the top in order to not leave any marks. You were about to close it when you noticed a single silvery blue hair wedged between the window and the lock. It wasn't a dream, was it?

It was around 2 in the morning when your insomnia took over. You bundled up for the cold night and went out for your nightly alcohol and snack run. It was calm. The cool breeze swept through the trees that lined the streets, the sound resembling a soft hum. The nighttime was your favorite, but it was nights like these that made you the most content. The world, as insufferable as it can be, was the most beautiful when it was asleep.

That night you lied in bed, slightly drunk and still unable to calm your nerves. If it wasn't a dream, then what were you supposed to do if you were once again woken up in the middle of the night with his face only inches away from yours? It still surprised you that he even took any interest in you, especially after your last encounter. From what you've seen online, Tomura was not exactly a saint who offered forgiveness to anyone that asked. Several weeks had passed since then, but no one could change that quickly, especially a villain like him. For someone so cold and malicious, there was a gentleness that only you saw the night he visited you. You still remember the way he cautiously stroked your hair as you fell asleep, careful not to touch you with all five digits. The idea of seeing him again left your mind in shambles. Would you even have the courage to reach out? Would he know that you knew it wasn't a dream, or could you fool him and continue these secret moments? Why did you crave it so badly, knowing what kind of role he played in society? Did it even matter, though? It's not like anyone ever tried saving you before the trauma you had to endure. You could still clearly remember every moment as a child where you wished for someone to save you. At some point, the abuse from your family was so normal you stopped wishing for anything. Mental abuse was hard to prove when it was a child's word against their family's. The past was the past, but no way would you ever in your life think highly of heroes, or anyone for that matter. Anyone was capable of toxicity.

Which brought you back to your encounter with Shigaraki. No matter how many articles and news broadcasts you watched, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was different. It felt as if an impenetrable wall built from years of emotional neglect stood tall between him and the world. It was like looking in a mirror with him. There was so much buried inside, you were lucky to even witness that short moment of vulnerability the night you first saw him in person. There was melancholy in the way he stared numbly at that night sky. He was like a shooting star and you were a kid again, wanting to reach out and touch it.

Under the warm covers, you willed yourself to stay awake, stealing quick glances at your unlocked window in hopes he'd slip through again. You were lucky that time to wake up the moment you did, but now you wondered how often he actually came by while you were completely unaware of it. What if he saw how much you talked to yourself when you were alone and thought you were mental? What if he was repulsed at your periods of isolation where you didn't shower for days because you were too depressed to leave your bed? You started overthinking every little awful habit and flaw to the point where you thought maybe it was best if he never came back at all. You sighed and rolled over in bed, facing away from the window. Just because he was a villain that didn't mean he couldn't have standards. No matter how comfortable you felt in his arms and under his touch, your anxiety and self consciousness ate away at any positive scenario that could come out of this.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt the bed dip behind you. How did he get in so quiety? You kept your eyes closed, trying your best to relax and pretend to be asleep. You felt a cold hand slide between your head and the pillow, stopping when your head was rested on his forearm. You peeked at his hand that was half gloved. His steady breathing hit the back of your neck as he inched closer to you, softly burying his face in your hair.

"Someone was drinking." You felt his low chuckle against the back of your neck. His presence was so subtle you wouldn't believe he was inches away if it weren't for the arm resting under your head. He brushed the hair away from your shoulder and lightly pressed his lips on the exposed skin. Goosebumps covered your entire body. Maybe it was the liquid courage, but you willed yourself to turn around and face him.

"You're dreaming again." He looked anxious.

"Am I?" You wanted to keep this up for as long as you could. You touched his cold cheek and placed a gentle kiss on his mole. "It'd be nice if you were still here when I wake up."

It was quiet for a while. Maybe you were asking for too much. You didn't even know what his intentions were, or why you were comfortable being this intimate with the man.

"But if I'm being delusional, then this is enough for me." You could barely hear your own voice. You were a bad liar, but it's not like it mattered.

"As much as I want to, I can't stop thinking about it." His voice was low, like he was ashamed of the words coming out of his mouth. "Your eyes, the way you speak to me...I feel a weakness when I see you. I have no real reason to be here, but I still find myself at that fucking window, waiting for the lights to turn off. It's pathetic."

Your heart hammered against your chest. He was so close, close enough to hear it if he listened for it. Your hands moved to hold his free hand, surprising him. You lifted his hand and slowly peeled the glove off. He flinched, but didn't try stopping you. You stared at his bare hand, taking in every line, callous and scar. You brought it towards you, leaving a gentle kiss against his palm. It was beyond his comprehension as to why you were so comfortable with the risk of his quirk killing you. He couldn't tell if you were just careless, or if there was more to your apathy.

“Is that such a bad thing?” You carefully pulled the glove back on and rested your face in his open hand.

“Of course it is.” He scoffed and pulled away. He sat up on the bed, finally distancing himself from you. The cool air that blew in made the space between you cold and obvious. “Don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not exactly the type of guy you’d take home to see your family.”

“Well then it’s a good thing that will never happen.” You scooted until you were sitting next to him. “I hate my family.”

You smiled at the way his face softened. Your words and actions continued to surprise. It was too soon to assume anything about you, yet to him it felt like you were already defying his pessimistic concept on society.

“I don’t think you get it.”

“I understand completely, actually. It’s you that’s clueless.”

“You act like my existence alone isn't a burden to the whole world. I'm everyone's bad day.” His laugh was bitter.

“What makes you so sure? My life was a joke the moment I was old enough to retain memories. Nothing you do could make it any more insufferable." All he could do was stare at you. It was harder to read his expression this time.

"When we first met it felt like my life was finally turning around; that I’d finally die, and under a full moon at that. Who wouldn’t want a death that romantic?” You spoke in a lighthearted tone, but he almost looked troubled. He continued to stare, eyes shifting to take in every inch of your features. It was like he was putting the pieces together in his head. Your puzzle was slowly taking form, as was his in your own mind.

"Hey, I'm...sorry...about that night." It seemed as though this was the first time he ever used that word, and meant it.

"If you kiss me right now, I'll accept your apology."

"I can't. And I could smell the alcohol." He eyed the empty bottle of soju on your bedside table. Boy were you embarrassed.

"Why not? This is a dream, remember? I'm a lucid dreamer, so you kind of have to do what I say." You were only tipsy now, but the alcohol that lingered in your system gave the courage you needed. The smallest of smiles crept onto the man's face as he turned to face you. The way his hair turned an ethereal white in the moonlight was truly a sight to see.

"This isn't a dream, but you've already realized that." He hesitated before caressing your cheek with his knuckle. The simple touch sent a warmth to your chest, and like a firework, exploded throughout the rest of your body.

"Then close the distance, or I will."

"No."

"What's a villain like you so afraid of? I for one, have never been so sure of something in my life. You can always disappear if you get bored. Though...it'll hurt a little, for me at least." His eyes that shined like rubies searched the dark of your own, looking for any sign or excuse to withdraw, but all he could see was his reflection and the desire that was evident in his own expression, one he didn't recognize. New feelings, emotions he couldn't understand kept bubbling up inside his chest. The feeling felt close to a distant memory; a childhood dog. The feeling of wanting to care for something genuine and not yet poisoned by the world. Something good.

Shigaraki struggled to acknowledge it, and would probably never admit it to you, but he felt as though you knew him the moment you looked into his eyes that night. For a while he thought it was your quirk; knowing all there is to know about someone by a simple gaze. It must be true then, when they say the eyes are the windows to the soul. You saw him, and still you smiled. Still, you wanted him.

“I guess…I can entertain this. For now.” He spoke in an aloof tone, but there was a curiosity in his words.

You slid closer and into into his lap, surprising him. Your thumb traced the fullness of his cracked lips. His hair was smooth between your fingers when you brushed it to the side.

"Your eyes really do look like rubies."

"Don't say weird things." You felt his cheeks get warmer.

"I mean it." you held his face. You were merely a hair away from his lips, feeling his soft breaths ghost your own. He was still, as if still contemplating in his head; his expression something different, something softer. You kissed him. A gentle touch of mouths, but it felt so good, so powerful. He was stiff for a while, unsure of what to do with himself. Maybe it was the fact that he was hyper aware thar your full attention was on him alone. This wasn't a dream, or a dazed moment between sleep and consciousness. You were fully aware of what you were doing, and who you were doing it with.

He caved, parting his lips and allowing tongues to be acquainted. His eyes were open at first, watching how vulnerable you let yourself be with eyes closed, enveloped in his body and sitting comfortably in his lap. Your hands were lost in the mess of his hair. He liked the way you combed through it with delicate fingers. When he closed his eyes, it was like every other scent was enhanced. Every touch, the sound of breathing, the taste of your mouth; it was sinful, all the things that went through his mind. For someone who never loved, much less kissed someone, it was like a switch was turned on inside of him. He could barely function the last time he kissed you, but this very moment went beyond his expectations. His hands cautiously moved from his sides to your waist. Wanting to touch someone without decaying them was something almost foreign to him. His grip grew strong the deeper the kiss got, making you squirm.

"Fuck. This was stupid." He pulled away, quickly removing his hands from your waist.

"Hey, it's fine. I never said I was uncomfortable." You grabbed his wrists, gently placing his hands around your waist again. "And what if I like it rough?" You teased, attempting to bring him back into the moment. You knew at this point he wouldn't hurt you intentionally, so it hardly mattered if he was a little rough around the edges.

"What's the point if I don't even know what the hell I'm doing?"

"You're so accustomed to being a leader you can't even fathom being the student?" He shot a vicious glare and you laughed. It caught him off guard the way you didn't even flinch. One second he was livid and the next he was completely dumbfounded. Even your laugh had the power to switch off the rage he couldn't help take over every time he felt inferior. Why couldn't he just be angry, dust you and move on from these naive little rendezvous?

"What–" you wrapped your arms around his neck, suffocating him in another kiss. You pressed into him and he lied back into the bed, his elbows now supporting the both of you. This position made you the one in control, and for some reason he wasn't objecting to it. In fact, he was finally kissing you back again. You were straddling his waist now, hand moving from his neck to his heaving chest. You were only kissing, but the passion alone was making you hot and bothered. You weren't one to move so quickly in these kinds of situations but here you were, having a full-on makeout session with a wanted man you only just met, and still you craved something more. His tongue caressed the inside of your mouth, taking it's time to get to know every little nook and crevice. You lightly sucked on it, causing him to let out a small groan. The hot sensation grew in the pit of your stomach. When did your desire for this man grow so burdensome? You wanted him body and soul, but at what point was appropriate in his eyes? You wanted to ask, but the reality of your current situation made you nervous. What if he pulled away again? What if this time you'd cross a line you couldn't recover from? His heavy breathing and strained expression pulled you from your thoughts.

“What is it?” You pulled away to look at him. Sweat formed at his temple and his chest was nearly heaving. A mental photo was taken and saved in your head.

“I want...more." He sat up against the headboard. "I've never been in a situation where I couldn't just take what I wanted...but even I know this is a privilege, and not my right.” His hands moved to rest on your thighs, caressing the inner skin with his thumb. Out of all the people you've ever been with, he was the first to truly grasp what it meant to be intimate with someone; to establish trust and to know that the person thought of you as an equal and not just an object to defile. Someone like him couldn't be real, at least not in your world. His silent need for your consent was so sexy, you thought you’d lose yourself in him. Maybe you already did.

“I want you.” You assured him. You held his face in your hands again and held his gaze. It was like your words were still settling in the back of his mind.

"Are you sure?" It was the first time you ever heard insecurity in his words. You kissed him with all the desire that was pent up inside you. You felt his grip tighten around your thighs as you sunk deeper into his pelvis. A low moan escaped him when you licked and sucked his botton lip. He was so sensitive; you wanted to hear every moan and whimper he'd make; the thought alone turned you on.

It was obvious the man had never been intimate with anyone prior. You noticed how every touch left goosebumps on his pale skin, and how you'd have to initiate the touches and kisses most of the time. You didn't mind, though. You wanted to be the first and last to ever see this side of him. These moments, these sounds, were yours alone. Realistically, it would be too much if you went all the way, but you wanted so badly to satisfy him right now. You felt the buldge through his jeans and moved your hips without a second thought.

"Fuck-" Shigaraki groaned, his grip on your thighs tightening. His face was still trapped in your grasp, eyes locked as his breath grew ragged. "I can't- I'll cum if you keep this up."

"Then cum." You slid off of him and unbuttoned his jeans. Slowly parting his legs and settling between them, you rested your head against his inner thigh, caressing the other as you watched his expression change. The heat in his gaze drove you crazy.

It was a spiritual experience as you took him into your mouth. Every electric jolt that traveled through your body and crashed between your thighs was like dying and being reborn again; as if life itself was cleansed and made anew the moment his ballad of ecstasy left his lips. Every moan and grunt fueled the flame you never even knew was burning in you. The sound of his release was that of a heavenly orchestra at the climax of their symphony; something sacred that no one else, dead or alive have ever beheld. It was such a simple thing, a rudimentary service to most and yet it felt like divine ritual only you could perform. The taste of his release was bitter on your tongue, but you swallowed without a second thought. You looked up at him and his eyes shone a fiery red, making you tingle all over again. He was so sexy and so unaware of his power over you. He pulled you close until you were lying on his stomach, kissing and licking off the aftermath left on your lips and chin.

"Show me how to make you feel good." He switched places and hovered over you. His eyes took in every part of you as his hands traveled from your waist back to your thighs. You watched him move back and bend your knees, giving himself better access to the forbidden fruit. You were at a loss for words. He pulled your shorts off, watching your reaction after every move. He was attentive in a way that made you feel safe. Though this was his first time doing anything like this, this was the first time you've ever had someone be so considerate of your wellbeing.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders as he settled on his stomach and between your thighs. You could feel his breath against you and shivered at his touch. His lips ghosted you as his eyes met yours, tongue flat against your core. You gasped at the contact and gripped the sheets beneath you. It was experimental at first, and it only took him a few licks to find the sweet spot that had you writhing in pleasure. He watched your expressions and basked in the sounds of your ecstasy. You were getting close when he started sucking your bud; you saw stars. Your legs shook and closed around him as he buried his face further into you, the overstimulation leaving you a whimpering mess. You don't remember seeing him ever come up for air, and it felt like your release was all that seemed to matter to him.

Shigaraki went for one last taste before he gently pulled your shorts back up. His lips were covered in your nectar. He met your eyes and licked his lips, wiping the excess off and sucking his fingers clean of you.

You didn't know who you were before tonight, and you didn't really care to remember them. All that mattered to you right now was how you felt in his arms, his head resting in the crook of your neck, inhaling the lingering scent of your sweat combined. His free hand caressed your arm, lulling you to sleep. It didn't feel real, the way you felt at peace. The tiny bubble you kept yourself in had bursted into something free. The apartment that never really felt like a home started to feel like a safe haven, a small shell of security in a world full of anxiety. You turned around to face Tomura, smiling at the way his eyes softened at your gaze.

"Goodnight, Tomu." You whispered against his lips.

"Goodnight Y/N." He closed the distance with a gentle peck. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and watched you succumb to sleep.

There were so many expressions of yours he'd consider his favorite, but the best one was when you were at your most vulnerable, asleep in his arms. He decided to ignore all rationality if it meant spending his nights watching you like this. He didn't know when he submitted to the feeling, but there wasn't a single shred of regret lingering in his mind anymore. If the league or OFA found out about you, they'd consider you a weakness, and maybe even try to "eliminate" you. As long as you stayed hidden from them, you'd be safe. Even if there was a chance you'd be okay, he would still keep you his secret. No one deserved the right to even breathe the same air as you, much less be in the same vicinity. You were a different experience in his life, one he would gratefully indulge in. As long as he was able to be a part of your world, he'd do anything you asked him to. These feelings were foreign to someone like him; a new development he impulsively gave in to. A childish move for someone planning to watch the world burn. This infatuation would be his downfall, but looking at you stir in your sleep, a giggle escaping your smiling lips as you buried your face in his chest, maybe none of that ever mattered.

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