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sorrowfulrosebud · 9 months

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I-incorporating self care into Shiggy’s rules in your dom/sub dynamic 😵‍💫

It was no secret that Shigaraki had no concept of self care. Most of his waking moments were spent at the cruddy bar, often nursing neat whiskey or scotch with the ashes of dead heroes and civilians caked into his clothes. And, of course, the one thing that bothers you most; those damned nails writhing into his neck.

The sound was disgusting; layers of flesh being irately torn away by misdirected frustrations. Thick lines of crimson blood and scab contrasted harshly against his milky, skinny neck. You hated the tiny thin spider webs of blood that trickled down his wrinkles, embedding themselves deep into his skin.

As his dominant, you warned him about the consequences of him scratching his neck. You would give him a warning; then a verbal and then he would be subjected to whichever punishment you saw fit. You knew it would be difficult for him to stop; it was his addiction. It was the only way for him to cease the horrible itch inside him to kill, even if his master greatly encouraged him to do as he wanted. You needed him to take care of himself, even if if meant putting yourself at risk of his childish tantrums.

The faint glow of the bar lights was a sharp contrast to the scene inside. Dabi was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, passing comments about your submissive. The stapled man was bored, and he knew the best way to entertain himself was to stick himself in his boss’s sex life.

“Well damn, handjob. Who knew it took taking it up the ass to get you to shut up for a bit,” he smirked slyly, staples clinking at the action. Shigaraki glowered through Father.

“Shut it, patchwork. At least I get bitches and don’t stink like burnt flesh,” he bit back, hand slowly tightening around his glass. Dabi let out a dry laugh.

“Seems like you’re the only bitch here. What a waste; (Y/N) is far too sexy to be hanging out with a freak like you. I bet if I ask them nicely I can get some playtime,” he grinned, deeply enjoying pissing his boss off.

“You shut your fucking mouth now, and don’t talk about them like that,” he growled protectively. You were All For One’s gift to him; someone to keep him satiated and relaxed whilst AFO could teach him dirty tricks. Although you were a distraction for the young boss, you weren’t a big a distraction to cause trouble or throw a wrench into their plans.

Your rules caused pain and pleasure; AFO’s rules caused progress.

“Heh, I haven’t seen you so emotionally attached to someone, apart from that UA brat you keep tryna kill. I’m bored now anyway, enjoy your cock cage and leather harnesses,” Dabi waved his hand dully, walking away before Shigaraki could at least destroy his new coat.

Shigaraki was seething on the other hand. His chest raised and fell quickly, causing Kurogiri to look at him with slight confusion.

“Stupid fucking patchwork, talking about Mama like that. If he wasn’t integral to my plan, I would fucking kill him!” He glowered, eyes widening in his rage. The whisky glass disintegrated in his hand as he brought his hand up to his neck. It felt like his neck was burning; surely a single scratch would suffice? The thought of a punishment lingered heavily in his mind. He already had his warning, and his verbal. But you weren’t here, just one teeny scratch. Just to make the itching stop…

Kurogiri could only look away; he knew of your relationship and what time you would be back from your mission. It was up to his young boss to follow your rules.

Twenty minutes later and Shigaraki felt better. One teeny scratch turned into two… then 5… then the next thing he knew, he was writhing into his skin like he had fleas. He hadn’t scratched in so long; and now he felt like crying after his Mama’s hard work was ruined.

“Are you alright, young Tomura? Do you need your neck wrapping up?” He questioned, indicating to the blood dripping down his collarbones.

“Yes Tomura, do you?” Your voice cut through the atmosphere as Shigaraki’s head snapped to your frame in the door.

“M-mama, I-,” he starts, already trying to correct his mistake.

“Don’t. Go to the bedroom. Now. I need to speak with Kurogiri for a minute,” you replied coldly. Tomura whimpered, slowly leaving the bar stool and walking to his bedroom. Fuck, he was scared.

You entered the bedroom about 15 minutes later, ignoring Tomura as he perched anxiously on the end of the bed.

“Mama I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whimpered, trying to tug the sleeve of your shirt. You looked at him with a malicious glare.

“How many times have I warned you about scratching, Tenko?” You asked coldly, grabbing hold of his wrist. His heart beat was elevated, thudding in his ears. His cock was twitching in his trousers, itching to be free.

“T-three times,” he mumbled embarrassedly, milky cheeks growing hot.

“Speak up, boy. Tell me how many times I warned you,” you demanded. Tenko looked you in the eye as he felt embarrassment wrap around his throat.

“Three times, mama,” he whimpered. You let go of his wrist before bending down to his face level.

“And do you remember what would happen if I told you a third time, baby boy?” You asked him, voice deadly quiet and yet Tenko could only hear your dominance.

“I would be punished,” he said nervously. You stood up before extending your hand out. Tenko looked at you before extending his back. Your hand wrapped around his, soft but firm at the same time. You led him to the bathroom, where you opened the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit.

“Sit on the toilet, brat,” you demanded. Tenko whined at the nickname, before shutting up at your harsh glare. He complied quickly, heart still beating quickly.

Red eyes traced your movements as you found the expensive creams, lotions and bandages to fix your baby boy up. Tenko hissed as the disinfectant burned his neck, before silencing himself at your pointed glare. The cotton pad tickled his Adams apple, eyes trained to the ceiling at your feather light touch.

“You have such a beautiful neck, Tenko. It hurts me so much to see you ruin it, because then I can’t mark you as my own. You end up hurting yourself, and put yourself at risk of infection. I knew you wouldn’t stop, so I’ve bought some special toys to hopefully get the message through,” you turned away to wrap a bandage around Tenko’s neck, feeling him gulp around the gauze.

“I warned you, baby. I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me yet again,” you scolded, holding out a pair of nail clippers and a file.

“It was Dabi, he kept on saying stupid things and pissing me off!” Tenko tried to defend himself as you glared at him.

“Tattle-tailing? Really? You’re having this punishment, brat. Understand?”

“Yes mama,” he whimpered as you took hold of his hand. You worked your magic, clipping the longer nails, smoothing and buffing them to just below the skin. You continued on the other hand, touch feather light but still grounding enough for Tenko.

A slightly cold cream was placed on his hands, making him shiver at the texture. You massaged it in expertly, before commanding him to stay seated. Tenko looked at you with slightly fearful eyes. Sensing his fear, you sighed before cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead.

“I love you very much, Tenko. But, you disobeyed my rules and you must repent. Do you understand me, sweet pea?” You asked him, silently asking for consent. Tenko smoothed out at the affection, wrapping his arms around your midriff.

“I understand mama, I’m sorry,” he murmured into your tummy. You kissed his slightly perspired blue locks as you tap him to release you. You quickly trotted out the bedroom before coming back with a new box and his artists gloves.

“Put your gloves on baby, I can’t have you breaking our new toy,” you purred, a sly grin on your face. Tenko complied easily as you opened the box.

Inside there was a set of black mittens, thick and bulky. Tenko’s face immediately went a bright pink. Next to it lay a thick black collar, a soft black trim on the inside and a loop with a tag on it.

“Now, give me your hands sweetness,” you said, holding a mitten as he extended his hand. You slipped the mitten on, a small shiver going down Tenko’s spine.

“Good boy. And the other,” you rubbed his hand encouragingly. Tenko did so easily, feeling weirded out by the feeling of the mittens on his hands. The thick buckle was tight around his wrist, not so that he would lose circulation but there was no way he would be able to shake them off.

“What’s your colour, sweetpea?” You asked him gently. Tenko thought for a minute.

“Green, mama,” he mumbled shyly. He looked at the collar. Your eyes followed his as you showed him the name of the tag, his cock twitching at the name.

“Mama’s little whore. Fitting, right?” You giggled sultrily. Tenko’s boxers were becoming more and more snug by the second, pre staining his underwear. He fought a whine as you rubbed your thumbs over the protective gauze on his neck.

“If you can’t be a big boy and stop by yourself, you’ll have to do it my way.”

“P-please stop! Mama, it hurts!” Tenko sobbed as you continued spanking his ass. Mittened hands were rendered useless as you had them cuffed behind his back.

“No, that’s not what I asked. How many times have I spanked you?” You hummed as you pulled his hair back to look at him properly.

“F-forgot mama, I’m sorry,” he pathetically snivelled, leaky cock rutting against your legs. His brain was slowly melting into total mush.

“We were at 50, brat, now we have to start again,” you growled into his ear, carmine eyes widening as he struggled in your arms.

“Mama, no please! Hurts, anything else,” he sobbed, mittened hand squirming. Touch was a major part of his sexual preferences; it grounded him and soothed him.

“Such a whiny little slut, aren’t you? Can’t handle the consequences of your actions? Fine then, I know other ways to deal with brats,” you grunted, squeezing and slapping the flesh of Shigaraki’s ass once more.

Tenko’s muffled sobs echoed throughout the room as the steady rhythms of the fuck machine grazed against his G-spot. His cock was spent; 8 orgasms later and the boy was a babbling lunatic.

His mouth was stretched around his black ball gag, garnet eyes crossed and rolled to the back of his head. His nipples were hardened and red from your teasing. Each orgasm, he fought to hold your hand but let out sobs each time his knuckle grazed against the mittens.

“I told you, baby. Don’t scratch your neck.”

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seretoningghost · 10 months

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Tomura Shigaraki x Male Reader

Warnings : SMUT.

You can also find my new - and older works posted on my Wattpad! AnonymousN3rd!

I'm still super unsure if Tomura is exactly yay or nay just yet... Like yeah he's hot but... The shit he does..

I- I just love mafia bosses so fucking much- and his outfit at the end of season 5???? WOOOOOF!

(IVE ONLY WATCHED UP TO SEASON 6 SO NO SPOILERS)

Also I listened to Lovejoy - Portrait of a Blank Slate, its just soooo Tomura's vibe. 😎

Power Bottoming specifically mafia boss Tomura at the end of season 5 is literally my brainrot rn.

Y/Ns quirk is vibration where they can make their body or just select parts of themselve vibrate - lightly to super intense, like useful level intense.

His body naturally vibrates at a unnoticeable different level and it makes it so Shigaraki's quirk doesn't work on him.

THIRD PERSON POV

"What can I do for you hmm?!?"

"... Leave..."

"YESSIRR!"

A deafening silence settled in once re-destro left.

Shigaraki stood, propped against his crutch, unsure what to do all by himself.

His comrades were eating sushi, and this was the first time he felt good and was left alone.

Shigaraki turned silently, his crutch making clicks as he walked down the hallway.

Absently rubbing his right hand against his pants, all feeling hadn't returned exactly yet - but that was only temporary.

Walking down the silent hallway he could hear destros followers cheering get quieter.

Until they were practically unheard.

"Well... The capes nice."

Shigaraki paused, turning to the voice.

"Yeah? Well you did always say I was like a mafia boss..."

"... Fuck your voice is hot..." Y/N growled, smirking.

".. Would you like me to say more words?" Shigaraki grinned, teasing.

Y/N stepped forward, circling Tomura and drinking in the new outfit.

"Why did you get something so hot when you know your just gonna destroy it?" Y/N purred, his eyes clouding with lust as he practically roamed Tomura's body.

"Thats the best part, they get me all the suits I need."

"Oh?" Y/N's eyes glinted as he snapped his gaze to Shigaraki's, Y/Ns body vibrating breifly with unbridled lust.

Shigaraki had been fuck buds with Y/N enough to know what that meant.

"Well... How is everything going with LOV?" Y/N shifted.

"Its going good, I'm going to initiate your plan soon... But I think I need some compisation.... For it...~" Shigaraki grinned.

Y/N smirked, looking over Shigaraki again.

Y/N's hand vibrated breifly as he gestured to Tomura.

"You sure your doctor said your allowed to receive payment?" Y/N said with a shit eating grin, almost as if he was gonna snicker.

Shigaraki grinned wide.

"Well... If they didn't..... Who cares? They'll just have to patch me back up when were done~..."

...

The air was hot and unbearable.

Loud bed squeaking and creaking as Y/N slammed his hips down on Tomura, wet slaps could be heard - Tomura's raspy voice moaning beneath Y/N.

Shigaraki laying on the bed, groping tight on Y/Ns voluptuous hips.

Shigaraki's cape discarded and forgotten on the floor, lube haphazardly thrown to the floor without regard to possible future need.

"O-Oh- Oh god... Y/N! More!" Tomura moaned, a high pitched whine leaving his lips soon after.

Pushing his head further back into the matress with euphoria, his hair sprawling across the bed.

Y/N desperately wanted to tease Tomura about how Y/N actually ran LOV now, and how his mentor might feel - but a long winded tease didnt seem fitting.

But something about riding the ex leader of LOV, the same guy who handed it over for some sex - while all the members of the orginization didnt actually know that Y/N ran it... Just really made it even sexier.

Y/N moaned softly, back curving in pleasure as Y/N bounced his hips.

Y/N grabbed hold of Shigaraki's tie again, holding it like a leash as he grinned - moaning and whining as he rode him.

Shigaraki's breath hitched, before it was almost cut off - enough where he wouldn't pass out, but his body still begged for more air - it was-

"So... Sexy..." Shigaraki moaned, squeezing his nails into the supple flesh of Y/N's hips.

Shigaraki's cock twitched deep within Y/N.

Shigaraki stared at the view, Y/N was so damn sexy in the dim lighting of the room.

Shigaraki's eyes clouded with lust as he stared with longing, desire, and hunger.

Y/N reached his free hand down, taking a firm grip of his own cock and giving it a ample stroking.

"Ah..." Shigaraki moaned, eyes glinting with lust at the scene.

Shigaraki would be thrusting right now to deepen the pleasure - but he tried earlier, his body is still too achy.

"M-More~... Aah!" Shigaraki moaned.

Y/N using his quirk to vibrate his body.

Shigaraki gasped for air, back arching roughly.

"F-fuck-"

And with a final moan Shigaraki came, Y/N whimpering and riding a bit more.

Y/N mewled, cumming, slowing down his pace to allow the two of them to ease down from their high.

Both panting when Y/N finally stopped, his thighs shivering as he panted heavily, Tomura still deep inside his guts.

Y/N had his head hanging low as he slouched forward, his hands on Tomura's abdomen.

It was quiet as the room slowly lost its heat, Tomura could feel the heat of his orgasm slowly leaking out of Y/N and down what little of his cock wasn't inside Y/N.

"So... I hope your ready for more~.... Because I'm not done yet~..." Y/N grinned, looking up to Tomura.

Shigaraki stared quietly for a minute, then grinned as he ran one hand up from Y/Ns thigh to his hip.

"Your so dirty... You know that?" Shigaraki teased.

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fantasydaydreamers · 1 year

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💜7 mins in Heaven with Dabi: Pt. 6💙

Continuation of Part 5

Well, (Y/n)? Which one are you going to choose?

The question loops itself on repeat in your head as the circle around the table draws more attention from the rest of the party with all the commotion they were causing. The guys whistled and cheered as girls started whispering and shooting you dirty looks.

"She's going to pick Touya, I know it."

"If she had any sense, she'd pick the other one. Touya's nothing but trouble."

"Shit, if it was me, I'd pick both."

It felt like you couldn't breathe as the edges of your vision were becoming blurry, all too aware that the two men currently waiting for your response were standing silently, ignoring the hype around them.

Tomura moves in front of you, gripping your arms tightly to ground you. "Breathe," he spoke lowly, "deep breath in and hold it." You follow his instructions and blink harshly, trying to focus on him. Tomura copies your deep breath and exhales slow and controlled, encouraging you to do the same.

He nods and swipes a thumb over your cheek. "Ignore everyone else and go with your heart, (Y/n)." Tomura moves back to your side and circles a hand on your back soothingly. You quickly scan the room, Katsuki was grinning wildly, arm thrown around a green-looking Yo as they both waited for your answer while Keigo was making the crowd more hyped. Gulping, you look towards Hitoshi and Touya.

Hitoshi had a pierced eyebrow raised in question, while Touya was all but eye-fucking you shamelessly.

"C'mon dollface," Touya calls out with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest. "I'll make good on what you wanted me to do earlier~"

Your face pales.

Hitoshi whips his head to Touya and glares. "Don't pick him, kitten. Pick me and we'll continue where we left off this morning~" He tilts his head back to you and winks.

Touya sneers and uncrosses his arms, nonchalantly pulling up his sleeves before turning towards Hitoshi.

"Watch it, Hitoshi," Touya warns, cooly.

Hitoshi scowls and narrows his eyes and Touya. "Yeah? Or what?"

The taunt was there and Tomura's hand on your back now paused its soothing circles as tensions flared in the room. Touya only grins, getting up close in Hitoshi's face. Before he could open his mouth for another cocky reply, Hitoshi shoves him backwards but Touya recovers quickly and shoves him back.

The crowd around the table gasps and screams, as Touya and Hitoshi start throwing punches. "Kat! Get them!" Tomura yells angrily before turning back to your scared expression.

"Let's get out of here." He blocks your line of view to the fight and weaves you through the growing crowd of people.

You couldn't make out what was being said, but Touya's and Hitoshi's raised voices could be heard over everyone else, the music now cut off.

You could only numbly hold onto Tomura's hand as he guides you out of the dorm. "What just-" Dumbfounded, you glance at Tomura, who looked pissed. Everything happened so fast and you couldn't believe that they had gone as far as fighting.

Tomura sighs and slows his walk. "Do you want to stay with me tonight? In my dorm? God knows I'm not dealing with Yo...Kat is going to be responsible for that."

The frigid air nipped your bare arms and legs, yet you were too distracted to feel anything. One second you were stuck between two choices and next they were throwing punches over a decision you didn't even make yet.

Tomura's offer was nice. Staying with Hitoshi didn't sound like a smart idea anymore and you just wanted your dorm back. Tears well up in your eyes at the thought of being a burden and causing trouble within their friend group.

Tomura turns to you, noticing your silence, only to be met with a single tear sliding down your face. He stops walking and pulls you into a tight hug, shushing you gently.

"I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to cause drama, Tomura," you muffle sincerely into his neck. He squeezes you tighter and whispers small reassuring words in your ear.

"C'mon, (Y/n). You're staying with me now," he urges you firmly, pulling back to wipe your tears.

"But my stuff..." you trail off, sounding pathetic.

Tomura digs in his back pockets, pulling out three sets of keys. "The perks of being the designated chaperone." He smiles, and grabs a hold of your hand again, tugging you towards Hitoshi's dorm.

Guilt still ate at you, thinking this was all your fault. You two walked in silence for a while but your mind must've been loud enough for Tomura to know what you were thinking.

"Stop it, (Y/n)," he sighs gently, "they're just being stupid and immature."

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand slightly. There was more to the story and if you could get advice from anyone right now, it should be Tomura.

"I started all of this," you start with a whisper. "I accidentally sent a text to one of them earlier when it was intended for the other..."

Tomura looks at you out of the corner of his eye, with an eyebrow raised, letting you know he was listening.

You feel your cheeks warm knowing you're going to have to tell him the truth. "Uh...so long story short I've come close to almost kissing both of them. On different occasions!"

Tomura hums questionably, telling you to continue as he lets go of your hand to pull out Hitoshi's keys and unlock his door.

"So...I-uh...might've sent a text to Touya that said 'are you going to kiss me for real this time,' which was actually meant for Hitoshi," you couldn't look at Tomura, "but it was because both of them were messaging me at the same time and I thought I tapped on Hitoshi's name, but I didn't and that's why Touya said that at the party and neither of them know about the mix up-"

"Breathe, (Y/n)," Tomura reminds you gently, guiding you down to Hitoshi's room to grab your bag. You take a shuddering deep breath as he regards you with a thoughtful look. "So...Hitoshi is your answer?"

...Is he?

You didn't answer straight away, still standing in the middle of Hitoshi's room with a pained expression. Tomura nods slowly in understanding. "...You don't exactly regret sending the text to Touya."

"I don't know what to do," you whisper truthfully.

Tomura comes and grabs your hand again, leading you out of Hitoshi's room and out of the dorm, locking it back up.

"Well, as hard as it may be, I think you owe both of them the truth," Tomura starts as he starts guiding you to his dorm. A phone rang out from his pocket, but Tomura continues, ignoring it. "Chances are, Touya already said something to Hitoshi to provoke him during the fight."

Yeah...that sounds like something he'd do, you silently agreed.

"Maybe once you clear things up, you'll know who you want and I highly doubt you started this. They've been acting weird around each other for a while now," Tomura finishes with a small smile.

You sigh heavily, listening to his phone ring again.

He tsks and pulls it out, reading the contact name before answering.

"What is it?"

You watch Tomura's eyes narrow as he listens to whoever it is on the other end. There was a long silence as he listened, his expression getting progressively agitated. You try to strain your ears and listen but heard nothing. He notices you looking at him in concern so he squeezes your hand reassuringly.

"You can come to my dorm and pick them up," he grits out bitterly. "Oh, and you're taking Yo with you back to your dorm."

This time a barking laugh could be heard and Tomura winced. You felt a wave of relief wash over you knowing he was talking to Kat, but it didn't last long as you wondered how Touya and Hitoshi were.

"Well tell Keigo that one of you is coming first. Don't fucking think about coming at the same time or I swear to God-" Tomura had unknowingly squeezed your hand tighter as he talked, making you wince.

It went quiet again as he listened. He loosened your hand and opened the door to his dorm building, holding it for you to enter first. His face drops tiredly as he sighs, motioning for you to follow him down the hall.

"Okay, well I'm already here at my dorm." He pulls out his own keys to unlock the door and you silently follow him inside, anxious to know what happened and what is being said.

"Tell him she's..." he trails off, looking at you, "...she's with me. She'll be staying with me for now on, until her dorm is fixed." His eyes harden again at whatever Kat said after that, making you furrow your brows.

It looks like Tomura is about to make another comment, but glances at you again, closing his mouth. "Just...come get your keys."

He hangs up the phone and sighs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. You stand uncertainly, not knowing where to put your things or what to say.

"I told Kat to tell Keigo to take turns while coming over here to get their keys...easier right now to keep Touya and Hitoshi separated."

You frown slightly. "How are they?

He looks unsure of how to answer, instead motioning to a hallway. "Here, you can stay in my room and I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

More questions formed in your head, and you give him a pleading look. "Please, Tomura."

He comes over to you, hugging you gently. "Apparently it got...bad. Even Keigo and Katsuki got a few hits when they intervened, but they managed to stop it right before the police showed up. Someone had called the fight in and the party got shut down. Thankfully Touya and Hitoshi were already dragged out by Keigo and Kat just as they arrived though."

You slump in his arms heavily, feeling your eyes well up again. Tomura rubs your back soothingly.

"Go ahead and you can use the shower or whatever you need. I'll be out here waiting for them to come by."

It was unspoken, but you got the impression Tomura was trying to advise you not to see either of them. Understandable, but you still felt guilty and you hoped they weren't too hurt.

Tomura let go and gently guided you down the hallway toward his room so you could put your bag down. You weren't sure what you expected, but his room was clean and spotless. A lot of video game posters hung on the walls and action figures decorated shelves. It was a classic boy's room, you thought, giving Tomura a small smile.

"Towels are in the closet and I'll be out in the living room if you need me."

Tomura makes his way out of his room, leaving you to put your bag down and get yourself situated. You start pulling out some pajamas to take into the bathroom.

Everything happened so fast and it didn't feel real. Did they really just get into a fight over me? What the fuck?

You didn't know much about Hitoshi, but Touya has had almost every girl on campus, was he willing to go to the extreme to add you to the list? It was frustrating and you didn't know what to do.

Slapping your cheeks lightly, you take a deep breath and go toward the closet to grab a towel before exiting his room for the bathroom across the hall. A knock was heard and you stop in your tracks to listen.

The door opens and a sharp inhale of breath could be heard. "Oh my God..."

A grunt was the only thing you heard, a low groan a pain following after.

"Where's Keigo," Tomura asks, almost in a panic, and your heart skipped a beat realizing Touya was here.

The door closed.

"Got stopped by the police for questioning. I snuck away," another grunt of pain was heard as Touya walked further into the room.

"Touya..."

"Is she here?"

You bite your lip, feeling your heart rate quicken.

"You can't..."

"Just tell me if she's okay," Touya rasps out as you press your hand to your chest. "Please...Tomura, tell me if she's okay."

The silence was long and loud. The air was heavy as you tried to breathe slow and controlled, afraid they could hear you.

Before an answer could be uttered, another knock sounded at the door.

"Fuck," Tomura hissed, "go hide in Yo's room or something."

Panicked, you couldn't think fast enough about what to do, your eyes meeting Touya's shocked ones as he entered the dark hallway.

A gasp caught in your throat seeing his black hair more tousled than usual, but what really caught your attention was the dried blood that was smeared across his nose and down his chin. His face was swollen and it looked like the skin around his left eye was turning purple.

Tears well up in your eyes again as Touya approached you almost tentatively. Turning, you lean against the wall for support, as he stands in front of you, a soft look in his eyes. Up close, he looked even worse, but despite looking rough and beat up, Touya raises a bloodied hand to gently cup your face.

"(Y/n)..."

You grab the hand cupping your face and hold onto it while shaking your head. The two of you stare into each other's eyes, barely hearing Tomura open the door.

"Jesus...what the hell is wrong with you two," Tomura called out, as shuffling bodies entered the dorm.

"Tsk...I couldn't tell who won," Katsuki said casually, making you frown.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's not important, Kat," Tomura scolded harshly.

You didn't hear Hitoshi say anything, watching Touya's reaction to the conversation. He seemed lost in thought, eyes still roaming over your face as you tuned into what was being said.

"Hell it is! My brother is finally genuinely interested in someone and of course, Touya has to fuck her first!"

The text conversation pops back up into your head and you drop your hand covering Touya's. The action makes him frown slightly and part his mouth to speak. Before he could, you grab his other hand and pull him into the bathroom, refusing to hear the rest of the conversation in the living room.

He follows willingly, watching you as you turn on the lights and instruct him to the toilet.

"Sit."

His busted lip curls up, about to make a smart-ass comment but after seeing the look in your eyes, decides against it and closes the lid to sit.

Placing your stuff on the counter, you turn the water on, wetting the towel. Touya sat silently, watching you with a soft look on his face that had your heart clenching.

You wring as much water as possible, shut the faucet off, and walk over to him. He spreads his legs as you stand in between, gently placing the cool towel on his face to wipe away the dried blood. His eyes close at the feeling, face scrunching up in slight discomfort.

"You look beautiful tonight, by the way," Touya murmurs, his hands coming up behind you to grip your bare thighs.

Your face warms despite the nerves settling in your stomach. You don't respond, opting to focus on cleaning the dried blood from his face. It was hard to tell where most of the blood came from, either his nose or lips, but it could also be Hitoshi's.

You didn't want to know.

When you dried his face with the clean side of the towel, he leaned forward so his chin rested on your stomach as he stared up at you. You managed to get the blood cleaned off, but you brush his hair back gently to see if you missed any.

His eyes flutter slightly at the feeling before focusing back on you.

"Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?"

The question was soft and sincere, making you wonder if you just imagined it. You meet Touya's gaze again, hair falling in your face from the angle.

He lets go of one of your thighs and reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear. His fingers linger there, his eyes searching yours.

Your heart swells at the sight of Touya being so open and vulnerable. After all the advances he's tried on you in the past was nothing compared to the soft genuine question that just left his lips.

Guilt still ate at you, how he still held a false truth about the wrong text you sent him earlier. "Touya, I need to tell you something," you hesitantly start, not wanting to ruin the moment, but having a feeling that if you don't tell him now, the situation would only get worse and you didn't want this confusion going on for any longer.

Touya hums, still dreamily staring at your lips, before flicking up to your eyes.

"About that text earlier," you start, "that...wasn't meant for you." The bathroom got eerily quiet, Touya's gaze went from longing to confused to his signature cold poker face.

Warm hands disappeared from your thighs and he moved away from your stomach. Your heart started to ache, but you needed to tell him the truth. "It was an accident! I was texting both of you at the same time and there was a lot being said-"

He stood up suddenly making you stumble back against the wall.

His blue eyes were burning lowly as he stalked towards you, cocky and confident.

This is...unexpected.

"Did you send him the same message then?"

The question was low, his voice rumbling in the small space between you two.

"I...no..."

"Why?"

Touya moves both of his hands on either side of your head, trapping you. You weren't sure whether to be scared or turned on by how smug he looked.

The question was left hanging, your silence telling him your answer.

"I get it," Touya breathed out lowly, a slow smirk forming on his face. "Maybe if I did kiss you, you wouldn't be so confused..."

He trails off, looking back down to your lips, making you gulp.

Even beaten and bruised, he was hot and unfairly confident. His smirk falls slightly and he backs off, a small flicker of disappointment shooting through you.

"But I won't."

You furrow your eyebrows, watching Touya turn to look in the mirror, to analyze his appearance. He turns on the faucet and cleans his bloodied hands, a neutral look on his face. When he shuts the water off, you wonder briefly if he could hear your heart beating out of your chest. He fixes his hair slightly and touches the skin around his left eye gently before meeting your gaze in the mirror.

"And trust me, I do." He continues, voice husky, his eyes once again flickering to your lips before meeting yours again. "You need to figure out what you want. I don't know how else to show you, prove to you, I only want you. You caught my attention and I just can't stop thinking about you since that night," Touya groans slightly, wincing, "I know I'm not the greatest guy in the world but goddamnit I'd do anything for you to give me a chance."

Emotions wash over you in violent waves, your heart finding it hard to settle on one.

Touya lets out a big breath, like he was holding it in, and turns back around to face you to gently cup your face again. "Thank you for taking care of me, my pretty nurse."

He smiles genuinely, but his eyes once again drift towards your lips longingly, before opening the door to the bathroom. "I'm going to Yo's room until Tomura comes to get me."

Your mouth was parted slightly as you still stood speechless against the wall, in disbelief of Touya giving you your space. He pauses, halfway out the door, turning back to whisper:

"Since that night...it's only been you."

With that, he walks out, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

~*~*~*~*

The rest of the night went by in a blur. You don't know how long you stood there in the bathroom after Touya walked out and you don't remember walking back to Tomura's room to get another towel and if Kat and Hitoshi were still there.

The sound of your phone buzzing had you coming too.

You were laying on top of Tomura's bed, staring at the glow-in-dark stars on his bedroom ceiling. Your body felt heavy as you blindly reached for your phone, exhaustion weighing on you. The first thing you notice is the time.

3:26 a.m.

brainwxshed: hey

You stared at the screen for a long time, wondering if you should do this tonight, or wait until tomorrow. Telling Touya was bizarre enough and you didn't know how it would come across over text.

you: hey...we need to talk.

brainwxshed: oh? i wanted to talk to you too.

You couldn't tell if he was being flirty or not.

you: no Hitoshi im serious. there was a text i accidentally sent to Touya that was originally meant for you.

brainwxshed: hm...and what was the text?

you: i was going to ask you if you were going to kiss me for real this time...when you talked about me staying in with you instead of going to the party.

Your hands were shaking.

brainwxshed: interesting that i never got that text if it was 'meant for me'...

He was absolutely right and you knew completely you were at fault. You fumbled on what to type back, as he sent another message.

brainwxshed: Touya mentioned something similar earlier, but i chose not to entertain him because i thought there was no way my little kitten would play games like that, right?

Your heart sunk lower into your stomach, fingers scrambling across the keyboard to answer, eager to apologize. 'I fucked up' kept repeating over and over in your head up until you had an incoming voice call from Hitoshi.

You accept the call.

"Hito-"

"Why didn't you bother correcting yourself after you sent the message?"

He sounded hurt and you felt tears well up in your eyes again.

"I like both of you," you whisper truthfully.

The line was silent as you finally admitted your true feelings to Hitoshi.

"'Not that kind of girl,' huh (Y/n)?" Hitoshi taunts, throwing your own words back at you, and before you could answer, he hung up.

You stumble your way out of Tomura's room and down the hallway, relieved that he was still awake on the couch. He held his Switch above his head as he gamed, but turned towards you as you approached.

"Hey, are you-"

~*~*~*~*

Collapsing on top of him, he lets out a soft grunt but freezes once he feels you shake against him. He says nothing, stroking your hair gently as you sob into his shoulder. His Switch softly thuds against the floor as he wraps his other arm around you, holding you close as you eventually fall asleep to the comforting strokes to your hair.

→ Part 7

Touya's hitlist taglist:

@spaceisout @deputy-videogamer @magpiesworld @blahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhhhh @mod-hadagile @whokillednyx @ittybittywallflower @bubblewordsofsodapop @poopiepoopie123 @frontier-renegade @windex-princess-ami @yourfavoriteloover @ashash @shamefulwitch @allthingsleviackerman @97britt @joyhdh @fallingmoon02

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keulixeutin · 2 years

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Tempered

a/n: ahhhh. a little self-indulgent. summary: tomura’s reaction to a nail technician—accidentally—nicking skin. shigaraki x gn!reader cw: gender neutral pronouns used, gn!reader. blood. swearing. threats of violence and murder. fluff, cuddling. maybe slight ooc-ness ugh. wc: 1,020.

“Did you know there’s, like, a lot of blood in your hands?” you announced as you entered Tomura’s room.

“What?” His head whipped around in his seat before the rest of the chair could even swivel.

“So, she cut my hand—”

“Who the fuck—”

When he stood up, red eyes pulsing, jaw tensing, fingers twitching for flesh to squeeze, you knew you needed to rephrase the scattered way you were speaking before you sent him over the edge and lit the fuse.

“Tomura,” you began, keeping your voice cool and calm. “I was talking about my nail technician. Remember I said I was getting my nails off today?”

His sharp, red eyes scanned your body for whatever worse-case scenario damages that his mind had thought up.

“She cut me with the drill bit,” you explained. “It was small—the cut—but it was still bleeding for a pretty long time. Hence the so much blood in the hands comment.” Tomura didn’t seem amused, so you quickly added on, “but it’s fine now.” To emphasize, you showed him your hand; the skin at the base of the nail of your left middle finger was red, and the spot where the technician had painfully ripped off skin made your cuticle an uneven line, like an inlet of an island.

He took your hand in his—pinky finger hovering safely—and eyed the tiny wound. His hand was cold, but his touch was warm.

The cut was, indeed, the tiniest, little thing. It had bled a lot earlier, and at one point, it had throbbed irritably from to the technician applying some chemical to help undo the acrylic glue; but, as you had said, it was fine now. You had just wanted to tell a small story about your day, though this was just another reminder that Tomura didn’t have the best reactions to—well, to news in general, especially if it was you and your spotty way of delivering it.

Once Tomura was satisfied that you weren’t tortured in the nail salon, he dropped your hand and sat back down. The game over screen glowed behind him, but his attention was on you.

Bomb defused, you closed the door behind you and set your bag down on the floor. You opted to keep the many layers of clothes on as you settled onto the bed. It was just as chilly inside the hide-out as outside, as the heater stopped working four days ago and no one knew how to fix it (and the back-up heater—Dabi—was getting violently annoyed that everyone kept hovering so closely to him, so that was an unusable plan b).

“Was it her first day?” Tomura asked.

“I don’t think so,” you answered. You curled comfortably under the frayed blankets and reached for the unfinished book you had left on the shoddy nightstand.

“Then how the hell did she cut you?”

You shrugged, dropping your gaze to where you had left off in your book. “Accidents happen,” you said offhandedly.

He didn’t respond, though, and when you didn’t hear even a grunt, you looked up to see him staring at your hand with a furious intensity.

“Tomura,” you said. “It’s fine.”

He glanced up at you, holding your gaze with his own glowing red. It didn’t seem like he was wanting to say anything; he looked like he was thinking, processing your words, deciding dark actions. You could probably guess at what he was itching to do. Then, without further words, he turned back around and picked up his fallen controller.

Later that night, when Tomura joined you under the covers, he grasped your hand and checked your injured finger once again, eyes narrowing.

“See?” you said. “All good.”

He didn’t say anything, letting go and laying his head down beside you. You smiled at him. He didn’t return it—he never did—but his face softened, eyelids drooping and jaw unclenching.

“Night,” you whispered.

“Mhm.” He closed his eyes.

But you knew him. You knew him well.

So in the middle of the night, when you felt a loss of warmth and a shifting bed, you knew to pull yourself from the sticky tendrils of a sweet sleep, and you knew that you’d see Tomura slipping out of the bedsheets in the dim dark and haze of slumber. You grabbed onto the hem of his shirt; he stilled, glancing back.

“You can’t kill a nail technician because she accidentally cut me,” you said, voice heavy with lingering tendrils.

“I can kill whoever I want,” he said, voice barely above a hiss.

“Then kill her tomorrow,” you said.

Tomura stared at you, both suspicious and curious.

You released your grip on the edge of his shirt and pulled the blanket closer around you. “I’m cold,” you said. “If you leave now, it’ll be even colder.”

“You’ll survive,” he said. “It’ll be quick.”

“It’s almost below freezing,” you remarked. “What if I lose some fingers and toes in the process?”

“You won’t.”

“But I sleep better with you here,” you continued. “Nice and warm and safe. And anyways, she’ll be there for you to kill any time. Why go hunting for her in the middle of the night when you know where she’ll be every day from 12 to 9? Right?”

Though Tomura didn’t respond, he didn’t move either—but you knew him. He was listening; your voice was cutting through the growing red of his eyes. You opened the blanket and urged him to come under the covers with your a waving hand.

“Hurry, Tomura,” you said when he still hadn’t moved. “You’re letting all the heat escape.”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, but it was a hollow sound, just a habitual response. In the end, just as you had asked, he turned and lowered back down into your arms. You settled the blanket around him. His body heat spread throughout the space, and you shifted closer with a sigh. In the warm fabric embrace, you fell asleep, already having come up with a quick excuse and reason to keep him tempered for every day this week.

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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 1 year

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~League of villains members as things I said/done/whatever~

Y'all will think I'm messed up but oh well

Tomura: "yawned whole time and ate chips in front of psychologist while sitting next to best friend that was low key nervous and anxious (I was with best friend for support @wholelottawidows thas you dawg 💀), offered psychologist chips and later when I ate whole bag, I licked my fingers in front of both of them and picked my ear when psychologist wasn't watching."

"Drank like 3-4 mugs of coffee and monster energy drink in one day but still fell asleep anyway"

"What's the point of all these hard work if we will all die either way, sooner or later?"

"When having breakdown, I remember something funny and stupid which makes me burst into laughter and forget what I was crying so violently about"

Dabi: "I'll start working out this summer, just to be able to fist fight and beat up our dads one day"

"chased sibling with knife around house it was a joke just to scare him don't worry no one got hurt lol"

"Life is short make it shorter"

"Made my younger step sibling hit step father in the head few times with something"

"Damn this headache fucking me in brain really hard now"

"It is what it is (I would say that after I fucked up something 💀)"

Toga: "Slept with knife under my pillow few times"

"have one stabbed pillow on bed which is covered with old t shirt"

"when I was a child I used to bring dead hedgehogs and mouses to my mother saying: Look at this poor kitty mom, let's help it!!! While the fucking animals were flattened like pancake and were literally full of ants and flies"

"Tried to snatch a street kitten once but failed and gave up"

Spinner: "Tried to eat cigarettes and rocks I found on ground as kid"

"I know I'm atheist and don't believe in that shit, but you hoes need Jesus"

"one time i ran through a swarm of tiny flies and my mouth was opened since I was gasping for air because of running and some of these tinyass flies got into my mouth accidentally I could feel them in my throat and gave up from trying to spit damn bug out so I swallowed it 💀"

"Who needs bitches when you have perfect sandwich"

Twice: "-Why is your nails painted pink? I mean you are mostly dressed in black it's surprising.

- Because I'm fucking fabulous"

"Smoked one or two times my whole pack of cigarettes and than my best friend's whole pack of cigarettes in one day (dw she gave me it I didn't just stole it and smoked it without her permission and I'm not heavy smoker now 👍💀👍)"

"Feels confident and looks at mirror whole time thinking how good I look, than after 30 minutes look at myself in mirror and either cry or laugh saying how dumb I look"

"accidentally choked on my own spit few times"

"Tried to help my best friend to get up one time because she fell but right when I got closer to her I tripped and fell as well"

Magne: "cold & badass women are daddies and cold & badass men are babygirls and pretty princesses"

"Bullies my siblings but when someone else does it I go protective mode like: "I'm the only one that can bully this dumbasses"

Mr Compress and Kurogiri:

"I can't stand you bitches so I'm cutting my legs off"

"Smacks siblings hand/head when they touch something they're not supposed to or something that's dangerous for them"

"one time while I was making coffee, my younger brother came to me to bother me and annoy me out of boredom, so I told him to go away. He did go away but not really far away, he stood at one line of kitchen floor half of meter away from me, I saw what was he trying to do he was trying to provoke me so I was like: If you want to provoke me at least do it fucking right you idiot

And I grabbed him and pulled him with me as I stepped on the actual ending line of kitchen floor and left him there as I went back to making coffee for myself"

~We gotta go baba now ~

I apologize to all people that I told earlier I'm going to sleep, sorry y'all but this idea farted up on my mind and I had to write it immediately so that I don't forget it 😍😍😍

Got a lil distracted 😔😔😔😔

(I hope people won't unfollow me bc of this💀💀💀)

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bambibaby-afterhours · 1 year

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Him [Tomura Shigaraki X Fem!NB!You]

wc: ??

cw/tw: Horror, Scary, Romance, Oral Sex, Sexual Assault, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Sex, thigh riding, Wet Dream, Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Succubi & Incubi, Cumplay, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Shigaraki Tomura, Shimura Tenko, Deal with a Devil

"Dear god, I know that I haven't done this in a long time but just hear me out. In the eight-teen years that I've been living, I haven't asked you for anything besides a unicorn from when I was like five and I never got that so you sort of owe me. No, you don't owe me. I mean. It's just; I just really need your help or your guidance or whatever you can give me just, please. Please keep him away from me. I just can't take it-"

Your bedroom door slams open causing you to jump from your kneeling position at the foot of your mattress. It’s your mom, a strict business woman stuck in a four-foot eleven-inch tall body. She’s wearing her go-to outfit leggings, a T-Shirt, and baby Shawn on her hip.

"I've been calling you. Come down and have lunch with your family, remember them?" Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. You bit your lip running your fingers through the roots of your hair, scratching at your scalp.

"Sorry mama, I'll come down now." She closed the door back and you listened as her footsteps faded. The wind whipped into your room filling it with the crisp cool spring air and causing your light-grey blackout curtains to billow and push against your desk. Homework for the break fell onto the floor.

You left the room as is and descended the stairs two at a time on your way to the kitchen.

"Hey, do you know what colleges you want to go to?" A deep sigh left your lips as Sam, your younger sister began her questioning.

"Not really." Your seat screeched as you pulled it out and the baby hiccuped preparing to cry if something else disturbed it.

"Do you want it to be diverse? What about a state you want to be in. What percent of minorities do you want in your school? What about class sizes?" She fired the same questions that mama had asked her earlier about her future high school and your jaw clenched.

"I don't know." The chair was cold against your thighs as you sat down. Your mom gave you a look then nodded her head at Sam, you ignored her and reached for a knife. You cut your sandwich diagonally twice then removed the crust before trading with Sam and doing the same with hers. The knife clattered as you sat it on your glass plate and the baby broke. Little Shawn screamed and squirmed in mama's arms as she practically jumped out of her seat and into the living room whilst juggling him.

"What the hell! She just got him to shut up a while ago." Sam jeered and you were quick to shove her off her seat, causing her to cry too.

"Shut up you big baby." You threw a piece of her sandwich at her with a sneer.

"Mama, mama. They told me to shut up!" Sam fled the kitchen, her yells, overpowering those of baby Shawn.

"Go to your rooms!"

You slam your bedroom door behind you sighing in frustration. It's too fucking early in the break for all of this. You pick up your break assignments off the floor and place them on the foot of your bed before flopping down beside them.

"Well, aren't you a little Devil?"

Your eyes fluttered open and you searched your room from your position on your bed. You frowned.

"Hello?" You listened attentively to the silence, stupidly waiting for a response from someone that wasn't there.

"Hello." Your breathing grew labored as a voice, the same as before, spoke to you.

I'm going mad and I’ll admit it now so you can start I road to recovery.'

“Who’s there?” It’s probably Sam in the baby monitor. You turn slowly looking at the ground in search of an extra shadow.

'Please be my imagination.'

“It’s me, sweetheart, don’t act stupid. We both know you’re a very intelligent person.” There it is, the shadow, standing next to the front of your window. It’s back.

“I don’t know who you are, you could belong to Peter Pan for all you know.” Your eyes flicker to your old softball bat as your feet carry you to your closet.

“Oh no sweetheart, I'm not the shadow.” The shadow flickers and then disappear from your view; soon after you feel fingers run down both sides of your neck. Your brain goes numb as you start to slowly turn to face the person touching you. Before you can make a full 180, their left-hand grabs you by the throat tightly and pulls you back into a body. You should be calling for help but your words churn in your stomach instead of escaping through your lips. The person then wraps their free arm around your waist and firmly holds onto your left hip, the tips of their fingers go into your pants.

“Nope. You don’t get to see me just yet,” The voice is closer now, like a surround sound speaker, it’s deep and gravelly despite the fact that they’re whispering, it’s a man. “Why aren’t you screaming for help?” His fingers squeeze the sides of your neck before he lets his hand travel up to your mouth that slightly hangs open.

Your head is spinning.

He pushes his index and middle finger into your mouth and then your body unfreezes. You bite down on his fingers as hard as you can and use your hands to try and to push away the arm he has around your waist. In retaliation, he rips his hand from your hip and grabs your jaw. He squeezes it and forces your mouth open. The fingers he has in your mouth go deeper until his hand is pushing your head against his shoulder and you're gagging. Your eyes water and your nose starts to burn as you try to breathe.

“You should’ve screamed when you had the chance.” He pulls your head to the side and runs his tongue across your collarbone and up your throat.

'I can’t get away. I need to get away.'

Tears slowly start to fall down your face and your knees buckle. The weight of your body puts a strain on your neck.

“Now be a good girl and keep still for me ok?” You can’t speak or refuse as he presses down on your tongue. Only a groan leaves your mouth. He mumbles out a 'good girl', strokes your jaw with his thumb, and relieves the pressure he was putting on your tongue.

“Now I want you to suck on my fingers.” There’s a small thump as he leans back against your bedroom wall bringing me with him. When you open your mouth wider as a refusal he squeezes you with both hands and bites down on your jaw. He doesn’t stop biting until you start sucking on his fingers.

The two of you stand still like that for what feels like hours until his free hand starts to move again. He drags it across your jaw, pinching at the bite mark he left, your throat, collarbone, and stops under your breasts. By now tears are streaming down your face

“Nod your head yes or no and be honest. Are sensitive here?” He lets one finger gently run across your chest through your shirt. You hesitate to respond. “Come on now. Yes or no?”

You nod yes.

“Good girl. Now I want you to open your mouth, keep it open, and breath through your nose. Don’t swallow.” As he speaks he nudges one of his legs between yours and uses both hands to push your hips down against his thigh.

“You know what I want you to do.” He brings his hand back to your mouth and sticks the same two fingers back in. You close your mouth around his fingers and start to grind against his thigh.

“You’ll keep going until you orgasm.” You try your hardest to get friction against your clit as you push yourself against his thigh but it’s too awkward. As if he notices he sighs.

“Turn and face me.” You do as you're told. You try to peak up at his face but you can’t see it. You can see everything else though; his strong neck that’s riddled in scars and jaw, his bare chest, stomach, thighs, everything. Except for his face.

“Get back on my thigh and finish.” I roll your hips against him, slowly working your way closer and closer to his abdomen until you're pretty much grinding against his hip. My stomach tightens and your feel your heartbeat in your clit. Reluctantly you rest your forehead against his shoulder and choke on his fingers as you try to moan. Suddenly your stomach loosens and you feel a release. You try to step away but he grabs you again. His hand grabbing you by the hair and shaking you, then pulling you close. He whispers to you lowly.

“That wasn’t an orgasm. I’ll show you what an orgasm is.” His fingers leave your mouth and a long trail of spit follows. That same hand grabs your face. You're disgusting. “Open your mouth.” You do as he says and he spits inside with the mouth you still can’t see. One, two, three times then tells you to swallow. The tears fall harder.

“Show me.” You open wide and show him your empty mouth. “Tongue out.” As soon as you stick it out he grabs it with his teeth. He bites and sucks at it before moving to your bottom lip. He pulls away slightly to demand that You kiss him. When you do he slowly moves his face away. Your kisses trail from his lips to his jaw, then his scarred throat, then his collarbone, and finally to his chest. He has pale skin and softly defines muscles. He groans out a good girl and pats your head.

He lets his hand move down to your crotch and feels you through your pants. He cups you for a moment then dips his hand into your pants and underwear.

“Bite me.” You bite on his collarbone and he sighs irritably. He pushes your head down near his nipple. “Go on.” You start to lick and nibble on the general area he put you until he starts to moan. His finger starts working at your pussy. He traces at the lips before opening them and placing his thumb against your clit.

'I shouldn’t be doing this.'

He pushes two fingers inside and starts to work your clit and G spot. You let out a high pitched whine.

This shouldn’t feel so good.'

You buck your hips trying to get more friction as he speeds up.

“Open your mouth like before. Keep it open. Every time you cum I get to spit in your little mouth. You get to swallow when you orgasm.” He grabs your throat again. A few minutes later and you're flush against him, needy and panting. He’s spit in your mouth twice so far.

“Take off your shirt.” As soon as it’s off he’s bending over and biting down on one nipple while his hand kneads the other. He slips a third finger inside and his legs start to shake. His hand and thigh is slick with my sweat and cum. Your room smells like it. Spit runs from your mouth, down your chin, and onto your breasts.

“Look at you all messy for me. Are you ready? I can tell you’re ready to orgasm. Come on now. Do it for me. Do it for daddy.” The pressure builds and when it releases your legs shake. You clutch to him as you moan. “Good girl. Now swallow for me.” You swallow and show him your now empty mouth.

"Lay on the floor.” You lay down and he kneels over you. His hands move down and start to pump his cock. Precum is already dripping from the tip and onto your bare stomach. “Do you want this? Do you want to take my cock baby girl? Do you want to be my good girl?”

You should say no. You need to say no.

“Yes please.”

“Please what?” He questions you as he pulls off your pants and pushes your underwear to the side.

“Please daddy. Please let me have your cock.” You wiggle and lift your hips to him as he lines up with your entrance. He rubs at your clit as he pushes into you.

You feel so good, almost too good.

Once he’s all the way in he pulls out and pushes back in, all while rubbing at your clit. Your breasts bounce as he moves faster and your toes curl as the pressure builds.

His forehead presses against yours and you still can’t see his face.

'My eyes aren’t closed, are they?'

“I’m going to-” He breaks his sentence to let a throaty moan. “I’m going to cum.” He stops rubbing at your clit to clutch at your body. He pulls you close and tilts your pelvis up to meet flush with his. His strokes change from fast short thrusts to long slow ones. He finally pauses to cum and I feel his cock twitching, the cum dripping from your hole.

He pulls out and pushes in two fingers. He rubs his cum all over your pussy and pushes it in further. He pulls out and presses his fingers against your face and into your mouth.

“Suck.”

You woke in your bed with your hand down the front of your pants.

'Fuck. Another dream.'

#my hero smut #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #shigaraki smut #boku no hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia #shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura #dark smut #tw dark smut #noncon smut #shigaraki noncon

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Your writing is so cute 💕 How about a fic with Ler Kurogiri and Lee Shigaraki ❤️ like Tomura is pouting about something and just being an overall brat and Kurogiri steps in and puts him in his place. This fandom is so starved for wholesome Shiggy content it’s insane.

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My Hero Academia: Sulk no More.

ANON IM SO SORRY!!! This one got buried so fast I missed it 😭 I'm not very confident with writing Tomura yet, but I felt I had to try after missing your ask! I hope this is somewhat what you were after!

Summary: Tomura hasn't left his room all day, so it's up to father-like Kurogiri to sort the grump out!

Tw: None

Lee!Tomura, Ler!Kurogiri

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"Has anyone seen Shigaraki today? He never showed up for lunch." The resident father figure of the League of Villains, Kurogiri, asked as he peered into the lounge where the rest of the gang were relaxing together.

Spinner looked over his shoulder at the smoggy man, shaking his head. "I went to check on him earlier, but he just told me to go away. Figured it might just be one of those days for him so I let him be."

Kurogiri sighed. These days were becoming far too frequent. It was bad for Tomura's health to spend so much time moping in the dark. "Right. Thank you, Spinner." With that, Kurogiri headed to the dry boys room, knocking on the door a few times.

"Go away..." A husk voice answered. He wasn't even going to find out who it was knocking.

"Shigaraki, it's me. May I come in?"

"You deaf? I said go away."

The rude comment made Kurogiri's temper fluctuate slightly, but he took a deep breath, managing to calm himself. There's no use in getting rowdy with him, it would only make things worse. "I'm coming in, make sure you're covered."

Carefully, he pushed the door open, seeing nothing but darkness and the faint silhouette of Tomuras bed frame, a bundle of blankets upon the mattress. About Shigaraki sized.

"Shigaraki, please come and eat something. You'll get sick otherwise." He coaxed, switching the light on, earning a grumpy hiss from the boy as he pulled his duvet over his head.

"Not hungry." On que, his stomach growled.

Kurogiri gave an amused chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing a reassuring hand on the pile of duvet. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you? Maybe I can-"

"I said no! Geez, you're so clingy. Just go away already."

Once again, Kurogiri's blood raced. Why did he have to put up with Tomura's childish behavior and rude comments whenever he's in a mood? He shouldn't have to put up with it. "You know what, Tomura? I've had enough of this. We all have bad days, I know, but you don't have to be so cold towards us."

"Uuuuh!" Tomura let out a loud huff, tossing his quilt back. He was wearing his pyjama trousers and a big hoodie, along with his special three fingered-gloves. "I just don't want to hear anyone's voice right now. Okay? I don't know why. And I don't care either. So just piss off!" He glared at Kurogiri, hoping that was enough to make him leave.

"Tomura... I have had it!" The smoke exclaimed. "I'm sick of you talking down on me like this! You need to remember your place." He grabbed Shigarakis waist, suddenly, spidering his fingers up and down his skinny frame.

"Urk! K-Kurogihihiri! Get off!" The boy tried to remain tough, gritting his teeth as he attempted to fight off his friend's attack. "Cut it out!"

"Apologise for speaking to us in such a way, and I'll consider stopping." Kurogiri smiled, he never really intended to harm the boy. He knew scolding him normally wouldn't fix anything.

The skittering fingers shifted upwards, digging into Shigaraki's underarms. "AH! No-!" He bit his lip as his arms slammed to his sides, holding his breath. He wasn't going to break easily. This only made Kurogiri more determined.

"Oh, so we're playing the waiting game are we?"

"Mhm!" Shigaraki shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut and curling in on himself.

"Very well. Let's try this." Kurogiri retracted a hand, quickly squeezing just above Tomuras knee making him jerk away and let out a flurry of giggling.

"Hehey! Don't- Ahahaha!" The tickling attack continued once his defences were opened up, with Kurogiri switching between squeezing his hips and knees.

"Stahahap! Stop ihit! I-I mehehean it! Kurogiriii!" His hands grappled with his attackers, not sure which tickled more or which to stop.

"Heh, still very sensitive aren't we?" Kurogiri teased, looking at Tomura's scrunched expression as he laughed freely. "Hehe, tickle, tickle, tickle~ I remember you always liked when I tease you." He chuckled, watching the villain's cheeks and ears heat up to a rosey pink.

"Shuhut up! D-Don't say th-AH!" Whilst he was distracted by the tickling, Kurogiri quickly swiped up Shigaraki's wrists, pushing him onto his back and pinning his arms over his head. "Woah! Hey! Nonono! Kurogiri I'm not kidding- Ah! Don't you dare!"

"Here we go, now, are you going to come and eat?" Kurogiri asked, straddling the boy's waist, wriggling fingers poised to attack.

"No! I'm not hungr-IHIHI! NOOO! AHAHAHA!" Tomura cried out as Kurogiri attacked his worst spot, scribbling and poking at his now vulnerable underarms. He arched his back, kicking his legs wildly.

"Stahahap! Damn ihihit! You f-AHAHA! Get OHOFF! GAHAHAAAA!"

"What do you want for dinner? Hmm?"

"I-I dohon't AHAHA! PLEHEHEASE! *snort* aaaAAAHAHA!"

Kurogiri paused, shocked by the sound. His eyes smiled. "Well that was amusing."

"Plehease, no more- GAHA! No!" His head flung backwards, burying into his pillow as Kurogiri attacked again, clawing at his belly.

"Go on, one more snort and we're finished."

"I-I cahan't control it! Ehehe! That's nohot fahahir!"

He was so embarrassed by this weakness of his. He'd never hear the end of it if the rest of the group found out.

"ALRIGHT! Okahahay! Stahap! Plehe- *snort* Oh shihihit!"

And just like that, the tickling hands retreated and Kurogiri removed himself from Tomuras lap, sitting beside him instead. "Feeling better now?"

Shigaraki reluctantly gave a nod, not daring to look at him in fear of looking silly. "Guess I am hungry now..."

Kurogiri chuckled, petting his boy's head. "Alright. Come to the kitchen whenever you're ready. I'll whip up something good."

#bnha #mha #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #lee!Shigaraki #ler!kurogiri #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

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thotsforvillainrights · 11 months

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You know what *regress into my love for shigaraki*

I want some shigaraki dad fluff!

(*regresses into my love for Shigaraki as well*)

~Dad!Shig~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

There was something very magical about the morning time in your little home. Especially on mornings like this when the sun beams through the thin curtains and warms your exposed shoulders. You can both hear the sound of the birds right outside your window singing their song quickly interrupted by a loud thump through the walls. Tomura groaned and rolled over to face you, his eyes still harboring that much unwelcomed morning crust in the corners. No match for your morning breath though...

"It's your turn." He grumbled out. "No way, it's not!" You whisper-shout at him. "Tomura it's your turn because last time I took over two times in a row when you had to take that work trip. Get your ass up and-" Suddenly the both of you were interrupted when the sound of your bedroom door creaking open came to your attention. Tiny padded footsteps sounded across the carpet and you felt a yank on the blanket near your side of the bed. You look down and smile at the sleepy scarlet eyes below. "I'm hungry." She whines quietly. You quickly look over at Shigaraki and he's already getting out of beat defeated. You smirk at him and he flips you off before scooping up the small one standing beside you and heading into the kitchen. While you enjoy your extra hour of sleep, he's on breakfast duty today.

This is something you two have done since the day Hana was born/adopted. Splitting responsibilities (though sometimes stubborn about it) was something he had no qualms in doing with you. Parenting was still a strange experience for someone like him but small moments like the one he was having really made him feel like he was always cut out for it somewhere deep inside.

"Papa why do frogs lay eggs?" Hana begins her morning routine of questioning everything while Tomura collects some eggs from the fridge. She was naturally a curious child but his friends were making it worse. "Who taught you that?" He asks quietly as he gets his favorite pan from the cabinet. "Uncle Sako. He says frogs have egg babies that swim with no legs in the water." Tomura chuckled and looked back at her. "Oh yeah? That's right. Frogs have eggs that turn into tadpoles"

"Tadpoles?"

"Frog babies." He confirms before cracking a single egg in the pan and beginning to season it lightly. "Papa, was I a tadpole one day and now I'm all big and grown up? What about aunt Maggie and Toga?" She tilts her head. "Magne, no. I'd question that, but Toga? Yeah I'm sure she was a tadpole at some point. And anyway kid, you were never a tadpole. We've got pictures of you as a baby to prove it." The silence only lasts a few seconds before she moves on to the next subject of interest. "Why does big brother Dabi not like fish?" She askes. Tomura shakes his head and chuckles. "Because he just doesn't..." He plates her scrambled eggs and placed them on the table in front of her. "Why do you not like broccoli?" He asks as he hands her the silicone utensils. "Hmmm...Because I just don't!" He smiled and placed his hand on her head.

The two of them enjoyed a little daddy daughter time at the breakfast table before you entered and stole the peace by mentioning an impromptu trip to the zoo later today. Over Hana's excited scream Tomura could just barely make out your quiet apologies. Next time you'd be on breakfast duty and hopefully you know just enough about tadpoles to keep the conversation going.

#all over the place with this one #had so much fun with it though!#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #tomura shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #scenario #dad!shig

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satancopilotsmytardis · 11 months

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Holy shit your writing for my last ask was so good!!!!!! Thank you so much for answering I can't wait to read it several times lol. I gotta send in another one because I feel like this ship is criminally underrated and you write them so well so, smiling while kissing for Shigahawks?

Okay so I had actually already started this one without being prompted as a ShigaDabiHawks, but I did rework it to focus more on ShigaHawks so I hope that's okay!

Prompt: Smiling while kissing

Falling in love, Hawks thought, was supposed to be messy. He will readily admit that he doesn't have the most experience with the phenomenon, his work and training kept him far too busy for those kinds of things. But his expectations had been set by Rumi. Or rather the exorbitant amount of romance movies she made him watch with her and the books she told him about at length whenever she found a good one. Expected passion, misunderstandings, and complications that tore the two apart over and over until they finally overcame them all and had a happily ever after in the end.

He was sorely mislead in a myriad of ways. Because Hawks has found that falling in love is so easy and that apparently it can be three instead of two. That it's possible to fall in love not because someone is bringing flowers, or defending your honor in a tournament, or any of the other things that seem common in the stories Rumi likes, but just through little things. Just from starting to know each other. That, Hawks has found, he can fall in love with the smell of cigarettes and the pretty gleam of staples that hold together someone as violent as that method of healing is. And can love slow, deliberate movements of hands that are so desperate to be careful so that nothing they touch gets destroyed without his permission. That it's so, so easy to fall in love with soft words, and clever tongues, and beautiful, vibrant eyes. That he might not even notice he was in love at all until it happened.

Falling in love with Dabi was like a flashpoint of passion. His bird instincts loved the patterns and pretty metal speared through his skin. The human part fell in love with lazy eyes, violent smiles, a barely concealed cleverness that always saw right through him, and words that could always cut to his core. It had been quick to catch and so hot that Hawks is pretty sure they're both going to walk away with fresh burn scars if the flames manage to go out before they consume them.

Falling in love with Tomura Shigaraki was like being drowned. He fought it at first. Didn't think he was allowed to have a second when he already shouldn't have the first. But it was so hard to fight. Because Tomura isn't what he expected any more than Dabi was, than what he thought love would be like. Tomura was far more patient than he'd expected, level-headed too, calculating. And so caring. Is going to tear down the entire world to rid himself of the darkness wrapped around his heart, but still has room in it for his friends, for him. Will make sure that no matter what, the things they love, the things they want saved, are never touched by his destructive quirk. Will go out of his way to make sure that they are alright. Hawks wasn't expecting that. Went from desperately trying to escape the pull he felt towards the other man to letting himself be smothered in that blanket of affection and attentiveness because god, has he ever had that before?

"Where are you, little bird?" Tomura's lips press lightly against his temple. They're in their room at the villa, he's sitting on the window sill. A rare day he doesn't have hero work. Was trying to pretend for a little while that he was one of the heroines in Rumi's books. That he got swept off his feet by a billionaire and this was his expansive home. Not the reality that this is an insurgency's base. That someday, probably someday soon, this will be a battlefield and remembering sitting on this sill, being in their bed, will be something that hurts him. If he survives it at all. It's so weak, cowardly, but he hopes desperately that he won't have to fight either of them when that day comes. Doesn't know if he'll be able to do it. Doesn't want to make them kill him. Thinks that, once the dust settles, if they get out, they won't feel as righteous about killing him as they might in the moment. Doesn't want them to have to carry another hurt that he forced on them.

Can't say any of that. Turns to Tomura with a little chirp. The sound makes his eyes go even softer on him. Loves to hear him being himself, will tell him so often how much he loves those sounds, as often as he tells him how much he loves his wings. Not because they're useful, not because they're weapons, but just because they're part of him. Because they, like his talons and the markings around his eyes, are things that make him who he is. And Tomura loves every part of him. Every part of him that he's been allowed to see at least. Won't love the rest of it when he finds out. Breaks his heart even as he smiles. That hasn't happened yet. The truth of why he sought out the League will come. But that doesn't get to poison this space. Not yet.

"Right here, waiting for you." Reaches for him and is allowed to, wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him closer. Sees Tomura's lips curve up into a smile before they press softly against his own.

"Mmhmm," his mate hums against his mouth, "waiting for coffee."

Meets Tomura's smile with one of his own, because, yeah, there are two mugs in his mate's hands. Because Tomura likes coffee, but knows Hawks is severely addicted and always gets out of bed first so that he can bring him a mug. A small gesture but one that makes Hawks fall in love a little more every morning he spends with the other man. Can't help how his feathers shiver and fluff. Sees Tomura track the movement before leaning around to set the mugs on the sill before curling two careful hands around his waist. Is still smiling when he kisses him again. His heart squeezes sharply in his chest. Tomura, Dabi, the whole League are so expressive when they're behind closed doors, and even then, Tomura, Dabi, and Toga always smile often and wide. But those smiles are so different than the one pressed against his mouth right now. Those smiles are sharp and full of teeth that are just begging to remind the world how hard they've had to learn to bite to protect themselves.

This smile is small and soft, fills up his eyes and skin with warmth. This smile tastes like the sunshine and ozone during a perfect summer flight. Makes him believe for a second that they're just Tomura and Keigo. That there isn't an army preparing itself for war beyond these walls, that he's not a spy who's going to have to tear it all down because that's what a hero would do. Wraps his arms tighter around his mate's neck. Kisses him harder, wants to memorize the feeling of that smile against his mouth. Needs to have this moment to look back on, to cradle close to his heart when it all disappears again.

Rumi's romances mislead him in a lot of ways. He knows that when they're torn apart there will be no coming back together. No happy ending for the three of them. But he thinks that their lessons on how badly heartbreak will hurt were correct because his heart is already in pieces in his chest and he hasn't even lost them yet.

Thanks for submitting! I'm still accepting prompts from this list!

#my writing #shigadabihawks #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #shigahawks #ask #asks #writing prompt #prompt response

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crowborn666-writes · 2 years

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Tomura Drabble

(Bitches will ramble on about their most favorite thing and then go quiet out of nowhere, afraid they’re gonna be rejected. Im bitches, and I’m also here to rant about Tomura being the friend who would throw hands for you and to rant about the new Pokémon games because I’m excited)

(If you don’t like Pokémon, go ahead and imagine some other games you like to go on an excited rant about! I chose Pokémon because I want it to be November already and it was easier to write the excitement lol)

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Platonic

Summary: The newest games had just dropped the latest info, and Tomura goes out of his way to make sure you are heard in your excitement.

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Tomura glanced up from the small TV in front of him, catching sight of you bouncing out of your seat and rushing out of the room. You’d returned with your earbuds in less than a minute, possibly a new record for you, and plopped back into your seat and plugged them into your phone.

More than mildly curious as to what has you so excited you’re shaking in the recliner, Tomura waits the few minutes you take to watch whatever it is your watching to speak.

“Something interesting happen?” He drawled, lifting a brow at you as he sipped on the tea you’d made him. You’d complained worriedly about the rough, raspy scratch in his voice that morning, so he caved in to your offer of tea and honey.

Your head snapped up from your phone, eyes wide in that unique way of yours as you tugged an earbud out of your ear, focusing on his face to show you were giving him your attention. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked if something interesting happened.” Tomura repeated himself, setting his cup of tea on the nearby coffee table.

You hesitated for a moment. You usually rambled on about your interests to Toga or Twice, seeing as they gave you their attention when you got excited about something. Compress and Dabi did their best at times too, even if they didn’t understand a word of what you were saying.

Tomura however, you never hung around him much, so you were unsure of how he’d react and handle a sudden excitement ramble from you.

But nonetheless, he did ask.

“Well, there are new games coming out in November from one of my favorite franchises, and they’re adding a lot of things to these ones. They just dropped another teaser with new stuff about the games and so I’m just super excited.” You explained, trying to keep your hand motions to a minimum and cutting yourself off early before you could devolve into an excited rant about the new features and your theories and hopes.

“What kind of new stuff?” Tomura asked, eyes on you instead of the list of TV channels he had been scrolling through before you started talking about the new games.

You glanced up at him, your nervousness evident in the way you hesitated still and your hands began to fiddle with your hoodie strings.

Tomura set the TV remote aside, leaning back into the couch he was sitting on and patting the spot beside him with a heavy, good natured sigh. “C’mon. Show me what you’re excited about.”

You grinned, the sight warming Tomura a bit at the realization he had caused you to grin so much in that moment, and you jumped up to switch spots, words flying out of your mouth a mile a minute as you began showing and telling about the new things about the games you were so interested in.

“So, you said there were different paths in the games? What does that mean exactly?” He asked at one point, both to try and understand what you were saying and to slow you down a bit for his sake.

“Different paths as in different ways to play the story!” You explained, finding the spot in the video to show him what you meant, “so you can go the traditional route of battling the gyms, or you could take a path of this treasure hunt thing the games mention, or even a path involving a group called Team Star. I’m actually quite interested in that one!”

Tomura smiled from behind his mug of tea, happy to listen to you ramble. He was also trying to hide his phone from you as he secretly set a preorder in for copies of the games for himself. Why? Because the more you prattled on, the more cute and odd little creatures you showed him, the more love for these seemingly simple games you poured out of you, the more interested he was to share the experience of playing together with you.

(Back again with best friend Tomura. So fun to write.)

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zombryz · 9 months

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♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 7

˗ˏˋ hiya ˎˊ˗

Chapter Seven

A/N: We're close to the end now!! This was honestly one of my fav chapters to write :3 I hope u enjoy!

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - death, masochism, blood, gore, unrequited love, noncon breeding, depression, self harm, possible ED, honestly this is the most fucked up of my writing thus far

Word Count: 9k

“You want to give my quirk an upgrade?”

“Yes, precisely!” The Doctor was rummaging through files that were scattered all over his desk. You take a moment to wrap your arms around yourself, unsure of how to feel about that.

You met with the doctor shortly after Toga’s visit that morning. After pacing the halls and avoiding the elevator, you realized whatever the doctor wanted from you must actually be important. Now that you were actually in front of him, you weren’t so sure you should've agreed to meet with him. For one, you are now in the basement again, where you and Tomura shared your first kiss the night before. You sigh and hug yourself tighter, feeling a tightness in your chest. You hadn’t seen his body yet, but you knew the moment you took a second to look around that you would spot him floating in a tank among the other nomu. It was too much to think about, so instead you just ignored it and kept your head down.

“Here it is!” The Doctor grabbed a document and scurried back over to you excitedly. He shoves the document into your hand, and you grab it, skimming over the text. “Essentially, I would give your quirk a boost by injecting you with another quirk that fuses well with your current one.” As you quickly read through the words, you hand him back the paper, slightly confused because you had never done something like that in your time as a nurse.

“Sure. I guess.” Your words come out more monotone than you intended; you had a hard time focusing on the present. The doctor frowns a bit, so you force a small smile to give in to his excitement. “Do I also need to go into a tank?” You ask curiously.

“No, no. Not for this.” He leads you into the same room as last night. The one with all the windows. He pulls you over to the chair in the middle of the room. The chair where Tomura fell into you, the chair where he looked so handsome, the chair where you pulled him in by his tie and where he --

Your thoughts were cut off abruptly by the doctor tying you down by the metal wrist cuffs on either side of the medical chair.

“Woah, what are you doing!?” Your voice cracks at his sudden aggressiveness.

“I’m sorry, but trust me, you’re going to want to be tied down for this.” He says this and turns to leave the room. You are definitely regretting your decision now. As you’re struggling against the cuffs, you look out the window and finally see him. There he was, Tomura Shigaraki. The King of Villains. Your - well, you’re not sure what he is to you, actually. You freeze while staring at him. It was surreal seeing him floating in a vat of purple liquid. He looked so fragile, still, and comfortable. His white hair was floating above him, and you couldn’t help but think about how beautiful he looked. You feel tears threatening to well up, but they are shaken off when the doctor enters the room again with a giant needle filled with some kind of serum.

“Okay, this is going to hurt a bit. I need to inject it into your atlas.” He says this as he moves closer to you.

You look up at him with wide eyes. For a moment, you wished you hadn’t gone to medical school because you knew exactly which part of your body he was referring to. Your atlas is the first vertebra connecting your skull and the rest of your spine. It’s also the perfect place for injecting something into your cervical spine if you want it to reach your brain, nerves, and bone marrow. Fuck, this IS going to hurt. You grant him access to the base of your neck by dropping your head lower. He then grabs the back of your head and pushes up your hairline to line up the needle. You clench your fists into tight balls. This was terrifying, and you weren’t sure why you were letting him do it.

You scream. You scream so loud, you’re sure the entire army heard you. Once he is done, everything goes black. When you wake up again, you blink a few times and unclench your jaw. Then your eyes roll back into your head, and-

After a couple of minutes, you stir back to reality.

“Oh, you’re back.” The Doctor says this nonchalantly while checking your vitals. “Good. Good, the first part worked. The good news is you didn’t die or morph into some kind of monster like Gigantomachia.”

“W-What happened?” You sit up and see that you’re still strapped down to the medical chair.

“You had a seizure, but you’re okay. It was just your body's initial reaction to the serum. Tomura Shigaraki had multiple seizures when he got his first quirk injection.” He turned to look at you while he quickly held a flashlight up to your eyes. Your instant reaction was to squint harshly, and then he pulled away the light to give you some space. “Give it a few days before you start training with your quirk again. You may have some uncontrollable quirk interactions, like when quirk users first develop their quirk when they’re kids and aren’t in control yet. Come see me if you have any signs of your body rejecting the boost or any adverse reactions.” He then carefully removed your wrists from their metal bounds, causing you to rub your wrists, and you got out of the chair quickly. You wanted to get the fuck away from that sadistic man.

A quiet “okay” was all that you could get out. You kept your head down, still feeling dizzy from your seizure. When you turned the corner to leave the room, you bumped into something hard. When you stepped away, you opened your eyes in surprise to see a huge display of red feathers.

“Hey, sorry, are you oka-” The man connected to the feathers turned around to assist you. “Y/N?” His eyes also went wide, recognizing you instantly.

“H-Hawks?” You back away from him, looking at him in confusion. What was he doing here, and where do you know him from? Not only could you barely remember anything about him, but the seizure you just had was causing a very painful headache.

“Hey, little bird, so you do remember me?” He smirks and you furrow your brows a little at the pet name, “Dabi told me you had lost your memory, but I guess that’s not true.” He then turns his head to the man standing behind him. Dabi awkwardly moved beside him so that he was in view of you.

“Hey Kid,” Dabi says, giving a small little wave. He rolls his eyes at Hawks’ display.

“I didn’t think you’d take our breakup this badly. I mean disappearing and joining the League of Villains?” He laughs. “I’m flattered by how much you care about us.”

Oh, so he’s a dick. “W-We dated?” You furrow your eyebrows again even more confused now.

“Yeah, we did, want me to refresh your memory?” He sends out one of his feathers to shove you toward him. You fall into his chest and he cockily lifts your chin up so that you can look him in his golden eyes. Nothing was ringing a bell.

After you collect yourself you shove him away, feeling disoriented and annoyed. Your eyes start flickering between glowing bright white and your normal eye color. You’re not even aware that you’re activating and deactivating your quirk. You reach for your head and tug at your hair.

“Hey now, Y/N. Are you okay?” Dabi moves in front of Hawks and acts as his bodyguard. You’re not budging, your quirk is still flickering. Dabi grabs your hands away from your head and pulls you into his chest. He holds you still to calm you down and eventually, you do. As he’s hugging you Hawks chimes in again.

“Oh I see, so you’ve moved on then.” Hawks shifts his weight uncomfortably as he continues to watch the scene before him.

Dabi quickly lets go of you after he realizes how this must look.

“N-No, we’re not together.” Dabi avoids yours and Hawks’ eyes. “She’s Shigaraki’s girl.” he clicks his tongue as his words spill out on their own and as soon as he said it his chest tightened.

As much as you didn’t want to deny being Tomura’s girlfriend, you knew you weren’t and you didn’t like how this very awkward interaction was going. Especially since only a few feet away Tomura was in a tank watching you. Presumably, he was comatose but still.

“I am no one’s girl!” You remember that you’re still mad at Tomura for leaving you the way he did this morning, and now you'll be unable to talk to him for months. You peek over your shoulder at his tank, and you feel a sudden sadness again. When you turned back to both men, they were just staring at you, confused by your sudden outburst. You sighed and walked away from them all.

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That day was the last time you went anywhere near the basement. It had been a month since Tomura went into the tank, and when you had your quirk boosted. You didn’t stay in Tomura’s room; you decided to go back to your own room. The first two weeks of getting used to your quirk upgrade were brutal. You arranged through Toga for the doctor to meet you up in your room, so you didn’t have to go downstairs anymore. Every time he would come in, he would open the blinds, allowing light to flow through your room, and you would hiss at the sudden light. He noted light sensitivity on your chart. Then he noticed your dark eyebags.

“Have you been sleeping?”

“No.” You spew in a hateful tone.

“I see. Have you been eating?”

“No.” You say it again in an even more angry and annoyed tone.

“Okay, I will see you again in a couple of days.” He kept writing on your chart as he walked over to your door to let himself out.

You sighed and fell back into bed. Maybe if you were lucky, you’d be able to sleep a bit today. The nightmares you had months ago have returned, and Toga has been away to keep an eye on the heroes. You wished that she was here so that you could relax enough to sleep. If not her you wish Tomura was here but he wasn’t and you were starting to resent him for it. What you would do to be able to go back in time and start over. You would decide not to become a hero, maybe just work a normal life at an office job and settle down with a sweet, non-quirk user. Oh, how complicated your life got you think while laying your hand across your forehead. Sleep never came. The sunlight eventually disappeared and it was night once again. Great, it was going to be another restless night.

After an hour or two had passed you heard a light knock at your door. It had the same cadence as Toga so you jumped out of bed excitedly. When you open the door you were met with familiar icy blue eyes. You immediately try to close the door on him but he puts his foot in between the door and the wall making it impossible to close it. You continue to fight back anyways and try shutting the door with all of your strength. That’s when his hand wrapped around the corner of the door and you started to smell the wood burning.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you princess. Do you really want to be responsible for the whole building burning down.” He struggled against you slightly but in the end his strength prevailed. Once he pushed through the door you stepped backwards falling on your ass. Dabi quickly rushed to your aid and helped you off the ground. “Oh wow, I didn’t think it was bad.” He scanned over your features and noticed your dark under eyes and how frail you felt in his arms.

“Dabi, please I want to be alone.” You pout up at him as he raises you to your feet.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not taking care of yourself. Let me help,” He pulls you into his arms, and you give in, allowing him to lift you up as if you were a small child being carried to bed. He’s gotten stronger too. You’ve given a lot of credit to Tomura for getting so strong but Dabi must’ve been spending this time bulking up for the war too. He then brings you into your bathroom. He pulls the toilet seat down and sits you on it. “The doctor asked me to check on you. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with Hawks.” You roll your eyes at the name and Dabi pauses before speaking again. “I didn’t know you two were a couple.” His voice is quieter as he says it.

“We weren’t.” You groan angrily. Maybe you were but you don’t remember it so he doesn’t exist to you anymore. Dabi closes the bathroom door and reaches his hand into the marbled shower to turn on the water. He lets it warm up before helping you to your feet once more.

“W-What are yo-”

“Relax,” He starts helping you out of your clothes, and a slight blush creeps across your face. “I won’t look.” He closes his eyes as he helps you fully undress. He feels down your legs as he squats beneath you to pull your pants and underwear off of your ankles. You watch him as he rises to his full height, mere inches away from you. His eyes were still closed, and you could feel the warm breath from his nose tickling the top of your cheek. He takes your hand in his and guides you over to the shower. The bathroom was starting to feel hot and steamy. His hair was starting to droop onto his forehead and the sides of his face. Your eyes never once left his face. You kept looking at his eyelashes, his lips, and his perfectly straight nose. He feels around the walls with his eyes still shut to make sure he was taking you to the right place. Once he made sure you made it into the shower, he turned around and started walking to the door.

“I’ll be out here if you need me.”

“Wait, Dabi!” Your sweet voice makes him freeze. His back was still facing you, but his face peered over his shoulder with his eyes still shut. “Can you stay?”

And he did. He leaned up against the bathroom counter for the entirety of your shower with his eyes shut the whole time, or so you thought. When you weren’t facing him and had your eyes closed from getting the soap out of your hair, he would slowly open his eyes. His gaze started low and then made its way up your body. The back of your knees, up your thighs, your ass, and your lower back, and the way you were running your left arm over your right one, and when you turned slightly to get the soap off your shoulder, he caught a glimpse of the plushy part of your breast when you pushed them together. Great, Dabi thought to himself. He looks away immediately and holds his face in his hand to keep from turning red. It was too late. He palms his jeans uncomfortably to try and get rid of the bulge that was forming in his pants, making his waistband extremely tight. He holds back a whimper and tries to think about something else, anything else, but the steam in the bathroom is too much for him. Then he hears the shower turn off. You take the towel off the rack beside you and step out of the shower. You’re dripping wet, and you don’t make a sound. You just watch Dabi cautiously. He is turned away from you, and his hair is slicked down, a sight you’ve never seen before.

“Hey, lover boy, you can turn around now,” you say, using the nickname you gave him the last time you slept together.

Confused by the nickname, he turns around to face you. You’re now wrapped in a small towel that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you before, anyway. He turns back to the sink and grabs your tooth brush, running it under warm water and lathering it with tooth paste.

“Here,” he says, holding the tooth brush out to you, avoiding eye contact. You furrow your brows but grab the tooth brush, slightly embarrassed by what he’s implying. You quickly brush your teeth, and he leaves the bathroom. Once you’re back in your room, you see him picking up after you and making your bed.

“Hey, stop it!” You shout when you see him grab Tomura’s red cape off your bed. You’ve been selfishly sleeping with the King of Villains’ cape since he left you. It barely smells like him anymore, but you don’t really care, it still makes you feel like he’s here. Dabi doesn’t say anything, but his face falls back into the frown you’ve grown used to seeing on him. He folds the cape neatly and places it in one of the chest drawers.

“I brought you some food. Sit down.” He demands you by patting on your freshly made bed. You obey and sit next to him as he pulls some nutrition bars out of his bag. He hands you one, and he takes the other. You’re still in your bath towel, but you don’t mind. You both sit in silence while you eat the bars. When did your relationship with Dabi get so… Awkward?

“So, have you trained with your quirk yet?” He tries to fill the silence by speaking up.

“No, I can’t get over my headaches and night terrors. I’m too exhausted.” You speak honestly with him now, taking another bite of the nutrition bar and finishing it. You then hand him the wrapper.

Dabi doesn’t really acknowledge what you just said; instead, he gets up off the bed as he finishes his nutrition bar. He did what he came for. He got you to shower, brush your teeth, and eat. He collects his things and shuffles toward the door.

“Okay, well, you should get some rest.” He is still avoiding your eyes. Was this it? Does he not want to be around you anymore? Has he moved on? Was this the end of you two? These thoughts were racing through your head, and you didn’t even notice he was gone until you heard the door shut behind him. You were alone again. You got dressed in a big t-shirt and you attempted to get some rest.

“Tomura!!” You yelled after him as loud as you could, but nothing came out. Your voice was gone, and he was flying so fast through the sky that you couldn’t keep up. You reached your hand up to the sky, and it suddenly turned black. When you fall backward, you fall onto something squishy and wet. When you look down, you’re standing in the skull of Twice. Your foot is now soaked with blood. You start to panic as you see Toga, Spinner, Dabi, All Might, Aizawa, Deku, your parents, and everyone you know next to him. Everyone was dead, and Tomura left you behind. You scream and scream and scream and then-

You wake up in a panic. Your heart is racing, and you're sweating profusely. It’s pitch black in your room, and you start sobbing while trying to search for the light. Your hands travel up and down the wall, but you can’t find it. In your panic, you just dash toward the door of your room and fall into the hallway on your knees. You looked at the closest wall clock and it read 2:32 a.m. You stand up and slowly calm yourself down. When you turn around, you go to open your door, but it's locked. Fuck. You didn’t grab the key. You stand there for a moment and hold your arms out to hug yourself. You’re cold, and when you look down, you notice you’re not wearing pants. Luckily, the t-shirt is big enough to go past the middle of your thighs but still. You look up and down each hallway. You can’t go to Tomura’s room because you left his key in your room too. You’re screwed. You sigh heavily when you realize you only really have one choice. You start walking. If you remember correctly, he’s one level down and a couple of rooms over from you. You take the elevator down and walk to what you think is Dabi’s room. You only learned his room number from Toga when you first arrived here. You knock quietly, and there is no answer. You knock again, a little louder, and silently sob out his name. After a few moments, you hear the door start to click open. You’re met with sleepy blue eyes. There are tears on your cheeks, and he immediately goes into protective mode.

“Y/N?” He rubs his eyes a little and opens his door more. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I-I’m s-sorry, I had a night terror and panicked and ran out of my room and accidentally locked myself out.” You sniffle, trying to get the words out as fast as you can before you’re in full blown tears.

“Hey, it’s okay; you’re safe.” Dabi pulls you into him, and you use your hands to steady yourself on his chest. Your finger tips trace his scarred chest lightly as you cry into him. He was shirtless, and you couldn’t help but notice how toned he was now. The muscles on his stapled and scarred chest were so much more defined now that they’re under your touch, and you’re pulled from your previous thoughts. It had been months since you last saw Dabi shirtless. You sniffle as you slowly look up at him. There was a moment as he looked down at you and you looked up at him. You felt it. The tension from before, it was still there. In fact, it felt much stronger than before. You wonder if he felt it too, and maybe this wasn’t the end of you two.

Dabi grabs your wrists and moves them away from his chest. “I’ll help you get another key, ‘cause if you come in here, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up this sweet friend act.” Your heart flutters at his words, and you blink up slowly at him, completely understanding what he means because you’re staring at him with those eyes and you don’t even mean to. You can almost hear his heart beat quicken beneath you, and the way he’s looking at you goes straight in-between your legs. You reach for each other at the same time. He pulls you into him while you lean up into him and grab his face. As soon as your lips touch each other, he lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his bare stomach. It had been a month since you last had sex, and for Dabi, it was before Gigantomachia, so close to four months. His last time was with you, but you didn’t know that. You were already dripping down his stomach.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” Dabi nips your bottom lip, and it makes you whimper into his mouth. “You naughty girl.” He finally pulls you into his room and carries you over to his bed. He practically rips your shirt over your head before diving back into your kisses. He grabs both sides of your face and kisses you more passionately than he ever has before. You were both completely touch-starved, and it was showing in the way you were hungrily kissing each other. He rubs your cheeks as he kisses you tenderly. He pulls away for a moment to play with your nipples. Your needy whimpering made him realize he had pulled away too soon. You wanted his kisses.

“Dabi,” you whine while giving him the most sensual puppy dog eyes you’ve ever given him. He could jerk it to your face just like that if he wanted to, but he didn’t give in to temptation. He quickly yanks his pants off, freeing his hard and glistening cock. It bounces from the sudden motion, and you’re so horny, you need him now. Right now.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He says it cockily as he lines himself up at your entrance. You rub your slickness on his cock as if you were in heat. He is extremely sensitive, and he furrows his brows together in pleasure. Once he’s wet enough, he slides into you as excruciatingly slowly as he can without cumming already. You both fill the room with your whines and whimpers as he brings his face down to yours once again. He kisses you slowly and tenderly as he pumps in and out of you at such a loving pace. He cradles his arms around your head and pulls you into him as tightly as he can. He never wants to let you go. Tears start to form in your eyes from how good it feels and how deeply sad you were without him, without physical touch. You needed him desperately, and here he was inside of you, filling you up and making you feel so good. He plants kisses on your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks, over and over again. You and Dabi have always fucked, but there was something different this time. He was in pain, and so were you. As his pace slowed, you felt something wet drip onto your cheek. You went up to swipe it away. When you looked at your finger, there was blood.

“Dabi, baby, are you crying?” You move your face to look up at him as he still pumps in and out of you. You moan, and you grip him so tightly, milking him with each pump. He cradles your head again, refusing to let you look at him.

He brings his mouth down to your ear. “I-I know you love him.” His voice cracks into your neck, and it breaks your heart. You’re not sure what to say. When you go to comfort him, he starts talking to you again. “Just for tonight, I want you to pretend that you love me too,” he says, picking up his pace. He presses his forehead against yours, and you grip his back as his cock kisses your cervix over and over again. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you answer in a small voice. You can’t think about Tomura right now; it’ll just make things hurt more, and you want to feel good. If Dabi is using you for love right now, you’ll use him for love too. You’ll use each other.

You kiss him. He runs his hands down your neck, rubbing small circles into your jugular dip, making you feel breathless. He then palms your breasts and tugs at your nipples, making you squirm. His loving lust was quickly turning into something more dark and twisted.

“I love you, Dabi.” You whispered the sweet nothing into his ear, and it was like something snapped in him.

“Can I hurt you?” Dabi asks in a husky voice that you’ve never heard from him before.

“Y-Yes.” You didn’t care; you wanted to feel it all. Even pain.

He kisses your cheeks and makes his way to your neck. He bites you hard enough to make you let out a little scream. He then pins your arms down and sucks at the spot where he just bit, leaving a mark. His mark. He then does it on your chest again and again, leaving a bite mark each time. Then he pulls out his cock to flip you over. He man handles you and activates his quirk. He slaps your ass hard and leaves a pretty burned handprint behind. There are real tears spilling down your face now. “My pretty girl.” He coos in your ear while he wipes away the tears spilling onto your cheek. He then pulls both of your arms behind your back and yanks you up to him. He grabs your throat and kisses your shoulders. “You like the way I fuck, don’t you?” He growls as he slides you down on his cock again and into your dripping cunt. “I bet I fuck harder than him.” His pace is unbearable now; he is destroying your velvety walls, but you take him anyway. He feels so good, and you’re so close to reaching your high.

“Dabi, I’m going to cum! Please!” Your voice is like music to his ears. He pulls out before you can cum, and you wrap yourself around nothing. He flips you back over and puts you back into missionary while he sits up on his thighs. He slams his cock into you once more, and one of his hands comes down to grip your side while the other one circles your clit.

“I want to look at your pretty face while you cum.” He grips your side tighter, burning his fingers into your ribs. You turn red under his gaze, but that doesn’t stop you from cumming. You clench around him and throw your head back in pleasure. He moves his burning hand up to your face and grabs your cheeks, squishing them together and forcing you to look at him. He brings his forehead down to yours and rocks his hips into yours while quickening his pace. He’s about to cum too; you can feel it. He sits back up, lays his palm on your lower stomach, and pushes down slightly, causing you to whimper. “Since we’re playing lovey-dovey house, let’s have a baby.” He smiles evilly as he brings his other hand up to hold your mouth shut. You look up at him with wide eyes, and you usually tell him when he can cum in you so you know when you won't get pregnant. This wasn’t one of those times. He moans loudly, and you feel him deep inside you. His hot ropes hit your cervix, and you cry out to him, but his hand is still silencing you. You pull at the sheets to try and move away, but it feels too good. After he cums, he stills inside you. His heartbeat slows, and his bloody tears are back. He releases his palm on your mouth and hangs his head low, almost as if he were ashamed of what he just did.

“Dabi?” You sit up a little in bed, and he falls into you. He rests his head on your chest while wrapping his arms around your waist as he lies in between your legs. He lays his entire weight on you, and it’s actually quite nice. He was quiet, so you took the time to run your fingers through his hair.

After a minute or two of silence, he finally speaks up. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I just did that.” He nuzzles his face into your chest even more to stop himself from crying.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You shush him and run your fingers up and down his shoulders. “We can figure it out later.” You console him sweetly.

After a few moments, Dabi leaves and grabs a towel to clean you up. He then grabs a water and hands it to you. You thank him as he sits back on the bed.

He notices the handprint burned into your ribs and the bite marks he left all over your body. He cringes, and you look at him with confusion in-between sips of your water.

“Why aren’t you healing yourself?” His worried eyes meet your confused ones.

“Oh, um.” You avoid his eyes and continue drinking your water.

“You haven’t used your quirk at all since your boost, have you?” He starts interrogating you while moving closer to you on the bed. You stay silent. You’ve been caught, and you bring your knees to your chest, feeling small under his gaze. “Y/N…” He says it in a gentle tone. “I wouldn’t have hurt you if I knew you weren’t going to heal. You can’t keep my handprints on you forever.”

“Sure I can!” You say it with more excitement in your voice, trying to feign innocence.

“Shigaraki will be back in a couple of months. What do you think he will do when he sees my burn marks all over your body? He’ll probably think I did this to claim you.” Dabi looks away from you now and at nothing in particular. He looks like he regrets this night entirely.

“Isn’t that why you did it?” You huff at him, semi annoyed.

“N-No, I-I don’t know.” Dabi stammers, finding the right words. “When you told me you loved me, I just started acting without thinking.” You lift your head at this. Love. Did Dabi actually love you? Was this a confession? You thought it might’ve just been something he wanted to hear during sex, but maybe it was something his heart wanted instead. Dabi sighs again. “You love him. So heal yourself.”

“I don’t love him!” You were getting irritated.

“Yes, you do.”

“How do you even know when I don’t know that myself?”

“Because you’re different with him. I can see it with my own eyes! You care about him, you-”

You cut him off. “I care about you too.”

“But you care about him more!” Dabi yells, making you shut up.

A silence fell over you both.

“Fine. I’ll heal myself, but I’m scared.” You say this while biting the inside of your cheek.

“That’s okay. I’m here; I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You take a deep breath, sit up on the bed, and let go of your knees. Dabi hands you your t-shirt and you put it on. He puts his sweat pants back on and sits back on the bed.

You close your eyes and inhale before activating your quirk. First, your hair starts floating a bit, and when you open your eyes, they glow brighter than they ever have. You furrow your brows as if you were in pain, causing Dabi to inch closer to you. He watches as the burned handprint he left on your lower thigh and the bite marks on your neck start slowly disappearing. He even notices that your dark undereyes are returning to normal. For some reason you don’t stop and he is confused. Suddenly, the lights in his room start flickering, and then the light bulbs explode. He shields his face as the glass goeseverywheree. He’sstartings to feel light headed and weak. You were draining him of his energy. He tries to stay awake as he thinks of something to stop you. He snaps in your face, shakes your shoulders, and it does nothing. He has to do something. You weren’t snapping out of it. He does the only thing he can think of which is exactly what got you into this in the first place. He lights his hand on fire and places it on the top of your thigh. You scream in agony; he’s only ever warmed up his hand to burn you. He’s never used actual flames on you before. You snap out of it,and your eyes stop glowing. You immediately grab onto your thigh,where he had just burned you. You were shaking.

“Dabi?!” The first thing you notice is the blue flame that he is currently using to light up the room. Slightly confused, you just look at him in anger. “What happened?” When you looked down at your thigh, you saw another burned handprint.

“You were draining everything of energy. Including me.” He says this while he looks at you with worried eyes.

Before you could say anything else, an alarm started going off throughout the building, alerting everyone that there was a possible attack. You looked at Dabi with concern, and he motioned for you to follow him. He quickly gave you a pair of his sweat pants, and you followed him out the door and into the hallway, where a ton of other members of the army were shuffling into. It was pitch black, aside from the alarm lights flashing. Dabi kept his flame ignited so that you and those around you could see while they were evacuating the building. Dabi reached behind him and held out his hand for you. You took his hand in yours and wrapped yourself around his arm as you walked down the emergency staircase and out into the courtyard. Once you were there, Dabi waved off his quirk, and everyone in the crowd was murmuring amongst themselves.

“Did I do this?” You whispered to Dabi, hoping that you weren’t the one to cause this commotion.

“N-No, I’m sure it was something else.” Dabi reassured you, and you nuzzled more and more into his arm.

Your mind quickly goes to- “What about Tomura, is he-” You start to pull away from Dabi to run back inside, but he pulls you back into him. He pulls you into his chest and runs his hands through your hair.

“He’s okay. The basement is on a generator because it’s connected to the hospital.” His words allow you to breathe.

Suddenly, you hear Re-Destro’s voice boom over the crowd, silencing them. He goes on to explain that something tripped the alarm, making it send out a false attack signal. Re-Destro ensures that the army is not under attack, and this calms your nerves. Dabi is still holding you against him, but you’re sort of relieved that he is. As soon as Re-Destro gives the signal that it is safe to go back inside, you hear a familiar voice call out from behind you. Everyone around you started making their way back into the facility.

“Well, well, don’t you two look all cuddly?” His voice makes you and Dabi both turn around to meet his gaze. “I thought she was the boss's girl?” He sends Dabi a questioning glare now, and his voice makes your skin crawl.

“Shut up, bird brain.” You hiss, seriously annoyed with him and his comments. For a hero turned villain, he really is sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. “What are you even still doing here? Don’t you have appearances to keep up with?” You heard through the grapevine that he was still playing a hero so that he could get intel from the heroes. Like you believe that.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, actually. Your boyfriend here has given me a ridiculous task to prove my worth.” Dabi tsks at his words, equally as annoyed as you are.

“What task?” You’re not sure why you’re even engaging with him, but your curiosity got the better of you.

“I have to kill the number 3 hero, Best Jeanist.” Your eyes go wide, and you’re a little surprised at the task that Dabi has laid out for him.

“Yeah, it’s not like he’ll go through with it. He’s a chicken.” You giggle at Dabi’s bird joke, which just aggravates Hawks.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Hawks rolls his eyes. Well, Y/N, when you’re done playing housewife with these guys, I’ll be here to sweep you off your feet... again. You may not remember me, but I remember you, and I know what you actually like.” Ew, gross. You cringe at his attempt to hit on you. You’re not sure how you ever even “dated” him in the past. Dabi then moves in front of you slightly to cut off the contact. Hawks takes the hint and turns to leave. “Later, love birds.” He mocks you and then throws up a peace sign.

“Why does everyone call us that?” You click your tongue in annoyance.

Dabi laughs at your demeanor towards your ex. He secretly liked when people referred to you two as a couple. Even if it was coming from Hawks.

“I have to see the Doctor tomorrow.”

Dabi’s face quickly contorts into concern when he looks at you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N; I shouldn’t of put you at risk of getting pregnant, especially since there's a war about to start.” Dabi shakes his head into his palm.

“Oh, woah, no, I meant I had to see him about what happened with my quirk.” You look up at him with amusement. “But you’re right, I should probably ask him about that too.”

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It has been about two weeks since you started visiting Dabi again. Each night, you would sneak into his bedroom, and he would lull you to sleep with his soft touches, his loving words, and his caring acts of service. Every night you would look him in the eyes and tell him that what you two were doing couldn’t mean anything, and he would look at you and nod in agreement with lustful eyes. Then he would fuck your brains out and kiss you like he’d never get the chance to again. He knew that your time was borrowed and that you were just using him so that you weren’t lonely. Hell, he was lonely too, and with the war about to start, he knew that there was a very high chance that he would die.

During the day, you would meet with the doctor and tell him about how your quirk was progressing. You told him about the power surge, and he would set up exercises where you would drain the energy from batteries and use the stored energy to make things explode with either a push or pull of energy. It didn’t feel like your quirk anymore, but you felt more powerful, and you liked it. The doctor explained that you would need to be careful because storing too much energy could kill you and that you should only use it on an enemy because you could take their life force. But because you could take life force, it also meant you could give life force, which was just a working theory. He also said that you got lucky that night with Dabi and that you could’ve killed him. As he told you this, you looked down at your thigh. You will forever have his handprint scarred on your body to remind you not to take it that far. Dabi would constantly hold his hand over the scar when you two were having sex. He hated that he hurt you so badly. You would sweetly pull him out of his thoughts by kissing his nose or nibbling on his lip. You knew that he hated himself for it. Speaking of sex with Dabi, you were too embarrassed to bring up the possibility of you being pregnant to the doctor, so instead you sent Twice to get you Plan B. Twice didn’t ask any questions and delivered the pill to you within a couple of hours the next day.

You were actually starting to feel better about Tomura being gone. You knew he’d be gone for another month, and you weren’t really all that mad at him anymore. Dabi was really distracting for you. It was unfair to you both, but you were naive and tried not to think about it too much. The question did remain, though, did you love Tomura? Do you love Tomura? Dabi was positive that you do, but you’re not sure how you feel. You kept reassuring yourself that once he was back in front of you again, you’d know.

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You were called into an emergency meeting along with the original league of villains and the lieutenants of the Meta Liberation Army. Re-Destro explained that you all would be separated into your own squads and sent out to different locations around the city until Tomura woke up to guide you into battle. As he said this, you shot Dabi a nervous look, and he tried to console you with just his eyes. His eyes were heavy, and you could see on his face that he knew what was about to happen.

“Y/N!” Re-Destro shouts your name, and your attention is quickly pulled from Dabi and to the center of the room. “The Doctor has really commended you for your quirk upgrade.” You sent him a questioning glance, unsure of where he was going with this. “I hear that you can kill anyone with just a look.” Well, that seems a little dramatic. You were definitely pulling very strong energy, but you haven’t really tried it out in the field. “I would go as far to say that you’re the strongest among us currently.” Another overly dramatic statement.

“I-I, uhh.” You try to deny the words he’s trying to spit out as facts.

“You will stay here and guard our fearless leader. Your squad will ensure that he reaches 100% potential without any hiccups.” You nod your head in agreement with his demands, trying to understand what he’s preparing for. “You will retract your previous hero name, ‘Lady Medela, and from this day forward, your name will be ‘Siphon’.” You accept his demand by nodding once again, and then your eyes meet Dabi’s once more. He looks concerned now; he was on the edge of his seat. He was waiting for this meeting to be over so that he could return to your shared room and lay with you while he played with your hair. His daydream was cut short as Re-Destro continued telling everyone where their squads would be.

Then your heart sinks.

Dabi will be stationed at the hospital, which is a couple of miles down the mountain. He will be with Twice and Hawks. Your hearing goes fuzzy as Re-Destro continues explaining the plan. You’re internally panicking because that means Dabi will leave tonight. No, not tonight. Re-Destro said they would leave right after this meeting. He will leave you, and you may never see him again. When the war starts, you won’t be fighting together. You won’t even spend one last night together.

You sit there, staring at your hands on your lap. Everything was spinning. You didn’t want to never see him again. This was all becoming too real. You weren’t ready for the war.

Once the meeting ends, you run over to Dabi, who turns around to see you already looking up at him. You didn’t want to say goodbye.

“This is it, huh?” You stared up at him with such sad eyes that tears were beginning to form.

“I guess so, princess.” His words hurt more, knowing that might be the last time you ever hear him call you that.

A silence falls between you two.

“There are so many things that I want to say, but hell, I’ve never really been good with words.” Dabi brushes the hair out of your face and behind your ear as he sweetly rubs your temple.

You stand on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck to hug him tightly. He melts into the hug and wraps his arms around your waist. You’re trying really hard not to cry as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Thanks for kidnapping me.”

“Yeah, sure, kid.” Dabi’s voice cracks, and your tears start to fall onto his shoulder. “Keep Shigaraki safe and remember how strong you are.”

“Dabi, I-” you choke on the softness in your voice as you try to talk to him with love on your lips, but Dabi cuts you off before you say anything else.

“If we see each other again, things will be different,” a beat, “It’s okay.” Dabi gives you a long, drawn out forehead kiss as his bloody tears begin to form. He then lets out the breath he was holding and turns to walk away. And you let him go.

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It had been three days since Dabi, Twice, and Hawks left. Three days have passed since you became Tomura’s guardian. The days were long and quiet. You spent them in the basement next to Tomura’s floating body. To pass the time, you would talk to him; after all, you were the last line of defense, and all of the other guards were a couple of halls over. You were ultimately left alone to talk to yourself. You told him about how your villain's name was now Siphon, not by your choice, but luckily it wasn’t too bad. You showed him the cool new throwing knives you were given and even showed him your new suit. You laughed at yourself when you even asked him if your butt looked good in all black. You knew it did. The suit was definitely your best suit yet and had a dominatrix vibe to it. After embarrassing yourself a bit, you wondered if Tomura could hear you the same way that you could kind of hear muffled voices if you were to go underwater in a swimming pool. Who knows, really? You wished he was fully here, standing next to you, so you didn’t feel so lonely. Sometimes you would sit next to him and stare up at his lips and the way they parted slightly. His eyes were covered, and he really was so beautiful. Your mind would go back to the question of whether or not you loved him. When you were in front of him like this, you realized you would lay down your life for him. You were honestly happy to do this job to keep him safe. But then you would think about Dabi, and you were so worried about whether or not he was okay. It was all so confusing. After pacing and being stuck in your head for the first half of the morning, you sat next to Tomura’s tank and laid your head on the glass.

That’s when the ground started to shake. The liquid in Tomura’s tank started moving slightly as you felt the building shake more and more. You rose to your feet and inched closer and closer to the door to hear what was going on. You heard yelling and screaming. Your skin started to crawl when you remembered that this is what it sounded like when the heroes infiltrated the Hassaikai. You quickly removed your throwing knives and held them backwards in your palms, ready to strike, while standing guard in front of Tomura’s tank. It was suddenly so quiet that you could hear yourself breathing. After a moment, the wall in front of you exploded, sending flying concrete everywhere. You held your arms over your face to protect yourself until the smoke dissipated. When you finally look up, you see her. The rabbit hero: Mirko. She had a sinister grin on her face as she sized you up. You stood your ground and readied your knives.

Then she started rushing toward you.

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