#yandere spinner x reader
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Imagine Shigaraki forcibly taking you as his pet and everyone in the League is kinda chill about it — except Spinner.
Tw; abusive behaviour, angst, kidnapping, noncon (implied), yandere
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The others don’t notice the little things he does. They don’t see the marks peeking out beneath your sparse clothing, or the haunted expressions that overtake you when you think no one’s paying attention. He does, though; he blames his perceptive nature.
Unfortunately, noticing these sorts of things are conflicting when the root of the problem is his friend. On one hand, he wants to support Tomura’s pursuits. He’s always believed them to be noble, even if they’ve diverged from rationality. Spinner would proudly declare him a close confidant. On the other, he knows that Stain wouldn’t do something like this to a civilian, and didn’t he enter the League under the premise that he would uphold his ideals? It’s conflicting. But the more he watches Shigaraki traumatize you, the more he realizes he’s condoning something terribly wrong.
So, what does he do? Try to reason with his boss, of course. It’s not like he has any other viable options.
He catches Tomura leaving the dining room one evening. It’s perfect. Everyone else is either asleep or away. The conversation seems to go well at first; then, it takes a spin into the dark side.
It turns out AFO was the one who told him to capture you, that your purpose is stress relief so he can operate the League. Tomura makes it clear that something big is going to happen soon. Things are going to change. He knows what he does to you — how he takes his frustrations out on your mind and body — may not be just, but it’ll help them achieve their goal of overthrowing hero society.
For a moment, Spinner asks himself if the ends justify the means. He ponders what Stain would say, if he were here instead of locked away in Tartarus. Would he say there’s a better way? Would he propose a cleaner execution to achieve the objective?
But Shigaraki is his own man. As much as he wants to compare the two, it’s unjust and incomplete of him. He chooses to trust Tomura’s judgement, even though his gut directs him otherwise.
He’s tries to ignore your whimpers at night, and whenever Tomura gets a bit too rough with you in a tense meeting. He tries to turn a blind eye to the way you glance anxiously around the room of villains, searching for someone who gives a damn — all you get in return is the likes of Dabi leering at you. But what he finds the most difficult to deflect is when you sob as Tomura drags you away, no doubt to his bedroom for a few hours to diffuse his souring mood.
#minors dni#tw noncon#yandere shigaraki#yandere tomura shigaraki#yandere shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x reader#spinner#shuichi iguchi#stain bnha#akaguro chizome#afo bnha#dabi bnha
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Spinner with a yandere gf
Fuck yeah, he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself tbh.
Spinner is absolutely the definition of eager to please and happy to be given attention. Even though it makes him nervous too. But still give it.
An obsessive yandere might not even rank on his red flag list. He’s incredibly self aware and highly conscious of his surroundings, so his cute little stalker wouldn’t be so much stalking if she didn’t have a quirk that could conceal her. Spinner would notice, and absolutely welcome the company! Watching him play video games? He’ll ask if you wanna join. Following him home? No you aren’t, he’s turning you around and walking you home. Catches you going through his laundry? He’s gonna blush and be bashful, and if you don’t outright admit to wanting to sniff his dirty laundry? He’ll assume you’re helping tidy up. He’ll be cleaner from then on.
Jealous and over protective? The moment you threaten bodily harm to another woman for getting too close, he’s fuming with embarrassment! You’re jealous… over him? Instant ego boost. It makes his scales itch in a good way. Threaten him bodily harm for looking at another woman though? He might take issue, because shouldn’t you already know he only has eyes for you? It could either hurt his feelings or turn into something more… passionate :3
Spinner is loyal through and through, don’t bother going through his phone, it’s either filled with surprisingly organized albums with pictures of you, or games. Likely both. He’ll delete the games for more space on his phone before he’ll delete any pictures of you.
The more head over heels you act, the more he’ll go crazy for you too. His relationship experience is very minimal, only manga and movies really to teach him. He knows all that stuff is made up or junk, so he’s pretty easy to manipulate how you like. Want to move in together after only dating a few weeks? Go for it, he’ll carry the heavy stuff. Want to get physical? He might run the first few times out of shyness, but feel free to use ropes and get physical. He’ll thank you later.
If you’re a civilian, he’ll keep you at arms length. He doesn’t want you getting hurt. If you’re a villain? He’s happy and introducing you to the League. If you love him, you must be down for the cause. A hero? He’s likely to take issue. He wouldn’t date you though, so it’d be entirely one sided, the love at least. Attraction? Debatable. How ever dedicated you are will be returned.
He’s inexperienced not stupid. If you start murdering people he likes or allies because they speak to him, he’s taking issue. That’s taking away from his cause! Don’t isolate him, it’ll hurt him deeply, because he won’t choose. You’ll always be number one after his ideology. Push him away from his villainy and he may push back even if it hurts to do so.
He’s honestly a wonderful Darling to have! As long as you give some respect to his beliefs and goals, he’s down for whatever. You don’t necessarily even need to contribute either.
#Spinner#MHA Spinner#mha shuichi iguchi#shuichi iguchi#Spinner x reader#spinner x yandere gf#request filled
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Hey—people who actually read my stuff. Should I ever write for Shigaraki or Dabi? (Or Spinner or Twice or Lady Nagant or even a hero or two like Eraserhead, etc etc etc) Like, would people read that?
#all for one#shigaraki tomura#dabi#twice#spinner#mr compress#lady nagant#magne mha#todoroki touya#shuichi iguchi#bubaigawara jin#league of villains#paranormal liberation front#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#villain x reader#yandere bnha x reader
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Master list
Some of the masterlist will take you to AO3 and some on tumblr. Some of these are a WIP that has yet to come out.
my tumblr and AO3 are the only accounts i have!
*-means favorites or the ones i'm most proud of
DO NOT PLAGIARIZE
Rules/about me
BNHA
Bakugo x Jirou
Jukebox (Fluff)
Shouto:
What once was mine (Fluff and angst)
Champion of Kings (Angst) (Sequel to What once was mine)
The Less You Know, The Better (Mob Shouto)
Heat of the Island Chapter One, Chapter two , Chapter three , Chapter Four
Fuyumi:
Blinded (Fuyumi & Shigaraki)
Dabi:
Blue Fire (Yandere)
Kaminari x Momo
It was that night (Fluff) *
Izuku:
Heat of the Island Chapter One, Chapter two , Chapter three, Chapter four
Shigaraki:
Prayed for the lambs (Angst) *
Prayed For the lambs chapter 2 (WIP)
All for one:
How all for one came to be (origin story) (Angst) *
Spinner:
Country Gecko (Angst, origin story) (Villains won the war)
Shinso x Ashido
Coffee Stain ( Fluff)
Mr. Compress
Magic Man (Angst, origin story)
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Sukuna:
Sukuna chap 1, 2, 3 (origin story, x reader) (Angst) *
Halloween Night (Sukuna, Yuuji & reader) (Horror)
The boy in art (gangster Sukuna x reader)
pt 2 The boy on the throne (angst, slight gore)
Yuuji:
Sweet Moments (fluff, slight angst, high school au)
Gojo:
TO BE TITLED (Modern High school au, WIP, multi ship, angst & fluff)
Valentines Day (Modern College Au, sequel to High School au, gojo x reader, fluff tiny angst)
The Bell Tolls for Me (angst)
From The Tree (slight angst)
HXH:
Chrollo:
The Fourth Leg (Yandere Chrollo, angst) *
Feitan:
My gifts to you (WIP, fluff(?))
#masterlist#bakugo x jirou#shouto x reader#spinner x reader#all for one#afo#shigaraki x reader#momo yaoyaruzo x kaminari denki#yuuji itadori x reader#sukuna#shinsou x ashido#sukuna ryoumen#sukuna x reader#yandere chrollo lucilfer#shouto todoroki x reader#fanfics
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Shiggy Drug Dealer to Yandere HCs
Yandere!Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader (you’re 18+ but still not old enough to buy alcohol)
Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (drugs, alcohol, and murder), mention of erection, Shiggy wants you, controlling/possessive yandere, conditioning, characters 18+
Master List
Note: I’m not hating on anyone who chooses to do weed for medical/recreational purposes. This is just my take on Shiggy as a drug dealer who ends up falling in love with you.
@palesweetscherryblossom
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Just thinking about Drug Dealer turned Yandere Shigaraki.
He loves you so much that he stopped selling to you. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone else. He just wants you sober.
It pains him because now he doesn’t have a good excuse to see you anymore, but he still wants you to get clean.
He ends up stalking you, trying to just “coincidentally” run into you at some convenience store.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while! How have you been doing?”
As if he doesn’t already know.
You tell him that you’re getting your drugs from Dabi now, and he knows, but he has to act like he doesn’t know.
Shiggy lies and tells you that Dabi puts fetenal in his weed. He tells you that Dabi mixes weed with a mixture of shit that could put down a horse.
“Imagine what that shit could do to you, Y/N.”
And you’re thinking about going to Twice or Spinner. You ask Shiggy about them because he really does seem genuine, but he makes up some shit about them being untrustworthy as well.
“Twice is schizo or some shit, and Spinner’s only in it to get girls high and then feel them up.”
You’re immediately put off by all three, and you pout slightly as you try to think of some way to just get some good fucking weed. So you ask him.
He literally sighs and looks away from you.
“Maybe…you should just stop. You…should enjoy your life sober. Stop putting that shit in your body.”
He wants to control you, but he doesn’t want to scare you. If you were his girl, he’d make sure you knew the rules. No drugs. You can drink if you want, but he’ll be there to supervise.
But you’re not his girl, not yet anyway.
You ask Shigaraki why he cares so much.
“Because…you’re actually a decent human being, and you deserve better.”
You can’t help but feel your heart pound and flutter.
You deserve better he says.
It makes you blush, even if it is an awkwardly phrased compliment.
You thank him and tell him you’ll think about staying clean.
However, when Shigaraki gets wind that you’re trying to contact some drug dealers around Japan, he can’t help but *intervene*.
Intervene as in kill them all. He has the power and the means to do it.
And suddenly, you’re left crawling back to Shigaraki on hands and knees. It’s a welcoming sight. You knocking at his door, eyes red and puffy from all of the stress in your life. You’ve been crying, you can’t stomach any food because of the anxiety, you can’t sleep because of the loud thoughts which race well into the night. You’ve been surviving on maybe two or three hours of sleep every night if you’re lucky.
The way you look makes his dick hard, but he pushes all of his urges down as he invites you inside.
No, he still won’t give you drugs, but he offers you a drink under his supervision. A little vodka shot. One. Only one. It’s not even half a shot glass. Basically just a third. It doesn’t get you drunk…
But it does take a bit of the edge off.
You do end up crashing at Shigaraki’s place, and his bed sheets smell like sandalwood and something synthetic like chemical spice, and his pillow is a little too thin for your liking, and his sweatshirt that he loans you is big and comfortable.
You fall asleep under the fleece blanket, not thinking as much, not feeling as much, so you finally manage to get seven hours of sleep.
It’s so good.
You don’t even notice that Shiggy is conditioning you. You, not being old enough to buy alcohol yet. You, only managing to fall asleep because of the tiny shot that Shigaraki supplies. You, feeling safe enough to fall asleep next to a warm body. You, waking up and feeling better than you ever have in the last few months. You, actually feeling up to eating breakfast, a meal you’ve gone without for a while now.
It’s all because of him. All thanks to him.
You can’t help but look at him like he’s your number one fucking hero.
Little do you know how much of a true villain he is.
#yandere#triggering content#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#triggering themes#yandere x darling#yandere themes#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#yandere my hero academia#my hero academia headcanons#my hero academia#yandere shigaraki tomura#yandere shigaraki#yandere tomura shigaraki
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*:･｡ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ｡･:*
[Dabi/Shigaraki fanfiction]
Alright so I decided to make a recs post even though I got my tag #B.recs. Still, I feel like there are many talented writers out there who don’t always get much recognition and they deserve all the appreciation and support as well. So I decided to make a post, including my mutuals here as well uwu. Here are some of my favorite masterpieces that they’ve written and that have been stuck in my memory <3 I’ve read thousands of Dabi fics and it would take me a long time to put them all here (if I can even find them). But here are just a couple of them that I highly recommend reading :3
This post will be edited constantly, I will keep adding more fics in here and more writers eventually.
Heinous- MASTERLIST @mostlyheinous
Overheated (Implied Virgin!Dabi x Amateur Hero!Reader)
Dampened Spirits (NSFW Dabi x Reader drabble)
Oedipex Rex (Older Brother Touya //Little Sister F!Reader, multich)
Dabi x Shoto’s girlfriend (noncon)
Dirty perverted ShigaDabi with corruption kink
Dabi noncon drabble
Dabi’s first kiss
Shade- MASTERLIST @shadowsandshapes
Fortune Favors The Bold (Dabi/Reader multichapter fic)
Smoke and Vanilla (Dabi/F!Reader)
[Spicy] Dude, This is a McDonald's | (afab!Reader/Dabi)
[Spicy] You, Me, The Couch and Him (Dabi/F!Reader)
In Too Deep (Blue) | afab!Reader/Gojo Satoru
Opal- MASTERLIST @mossy-opal
Burning Desire (Dabi x Reader)
Succubus (Shigaraki x Reader)
To Lay Above (Incubus!Dabi x Reader)
Date Night (Shigaraki x Reader)
Not Yours Anymore (Shigaraki x Reader)
Chaos- MASTERLIST @shockinglysubmissive
The Video (Shigaraki/Dabi/OC)
Sensual sex (Dabi x reader)
Corruption (Dabi x Reader)
The Bet (Fem Reader x Shigaraki x Dabi x Mr. Compress x Spinner x Twice)
Beanie- MASTERLIST @dabislittlebeaniebaby
Things Happen (Dabi x Reader)
Like Morphine (Dabi x Reader)
Taming the brat
Fucking Perfect
Whipped Cream Dreams
Kay- MASTERLIST @hunajan
Bully (Dabi x Reader multichapter fic)
Rude Boy (Dabi x F!Reader SMUT)
Don’t do the crime (Dabi x F!Reader SMUT)
Camera (Dabi x F!Reader SMUT)
Dabi & Hawks HCs (you threaten them to sit on their face)
A- MATSERLIST @dabihawksluva
Teach me
Yandere Dabi headcanons
First time with Dabi
Ride me baby (Dabi x GN! Reader)
Monalisa (Dabi x GN! Reader)
@arvandus MASTERLIST
Touch (Dabi x Reader multichapter fic)
Dabi x Reader with a singing quirk
“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”
Dabi with a virgin reader HCs
Works by @ikatella
Russian Roulette (Dabi x Reader noncon, gunfucking)
Spades (pt2 of Russian Roulette)
The Cards We’re Dealt (Dabi x Reader noncon, kidnapping, possessive Dabi)
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#B.recs#dabi#touya todoroki#mha dabi#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#dabi x reader#bnha#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki smut#dabi smut#dabi fluff#x reader
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Scaramouche Masterlist
In all works I write, unless stated otherwise, the reader is gender neutral.
Fluff - Suitable for all ages
Not (as) safe for work - Suggestive or dark(er) content
Content warning(s) - Will be included where necessary!
From April 6th to April 30th, I am opening my requests for 100 followers milestone! Check out more here!
HC(s):
♡ Little treasure chest
Wanderer x shy! quiet! reader
♡ The ups and downs of dating nerd!Scaramouche
How it's like dating nerdy scaramouche~
♡ Crochet and Coquette ♡
Wanderer likes you, and somewhat your crocheting hobby~
Drabbles:
♡ Anniversary with Scaramouche
Celebrating your one year anniversary with your dear boyfriend~
♡ Sweet little dove
Yandere Scaramouche making you his (obsessive behavior)
♡ Worship me
Scaramouche loves his obedient pet! (dom/sub tones, power play(?))
♡ "Would you still love me if I were a worm?"
Wanderer loves you, even if you ask the silliest questions at times
♡ Chocolate, Blankets and (Preferably), Cuddles
Where Scaramouche helps ease you through your period (female anatomy/reader)
♡ Kiss, Kiss, (already) Fall In Love
That one tiktok kiss trend but with Scaramouche
♡ Kiss Me Under The Milky Twilight
You celebrating Valentine's day with Scaramouche, even if he's somewhat late.
♡ Cuddle Trouble(s)!
Scaramouche x reader who has a lot of plushies
♡ Head Spinner
Have you ever thought of what would happen if Wanderer gets slapped?
♡ They’re a runner, they’re a trackstar ☆
The consequences of a kiss-and-run, really
♡ Wanderer? Never heard of 'im.
Where you call your boyfriend by the wrong nickname
♡ Height Matters Not!
Height (dis)advantage over wanderer~
Fics: (On AO3 only)
♡ A Picnic With Scaramouche (Hopefully Won't End In Disaster)
You and Scaramouche goes on a picnic date
♡ Happy birthday!
Your birthday celebration in Sumeru with the one and only Hat Guy Wanderer!
If you want to be tagged on my future scara x reader fics, just comment something along the line of 'tag me' under here or any of my fics~
#genshin x reader#genshin#genshin impact#fluff#x reader#wanderer#wanderer x reader#gender neutral reader#drabble#scara x reader#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche#yandere scaramouche#female reader#scaramouche x you#masterlist#genshin masterlist#scaramouche masterlist
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I've been thinking of this little yandere! LoV x Vigilante! reader scenario and it goes something along the lines of this (I'm not creative when it comes to coming up with quirks so don't judge me too hard for readers power):
Reader is a vigilante who has the quirk to charm and fluster anyone she touches, but she has to touch their bare hand in order for the ability to work. It's especially effective if she goes for the target's pulse points first, then they'll be completely whipped. Reader also has a very cheeky personality to boot so for some people it might take them a minute to realize what her quirk is.
She's not a full on villain as she does not wish to harm other people. However, she's angry with the hero society and wishes to seek out true justice in the world and wouldn't you know it, that's exactly what the League of Villains is looking for.
The members would all try scouting her out as she seems good for the cause and is good at using her ability. But Reader hates the League and wants nothing to do with it. Various situations follow as the group of misfits begin to fall for her.
Some are flustered, some might even get a kiss from Reader (hint, one of em is Dabi lmao). And you can't tell me that these suckers wouldn't eat this stuff up as most of them never felt the touch of a woman. Spinner would be a sweetheart though.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yancore#yanderecore#yandere aesthetic#league of villains#leauge of villains x reader#mha#bnha x reader#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere mha x reader#yandere bnha x reader#yandere mha#yandere bnha#yandere league of villains#yandere lov#bnha dabi#yandere dabi#yandere dabi x reader#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x reader#yandere shigaraki#mr compress#mr compress x reader#yandere mr compress#bnha spinner#bnha toga
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hey 👋 could you please do more of platonic yandere hawks x teenage bartender reader pls ? :)) I love your work
(Aw, thank you! I’ll go back and tag this series as “Teenage Bartender” since I’ve got a few fics for it now)
Patronage
Out of all the people you’ve ever served, Mr. Takami is definitely your favorite patron. The League of Villains ranges from outright bad to somewhat decent when it comes to personality, each causing you trouble in their own way.
Mr. Bubaigawara is also pretty alright, but you have to cut him off after a while so he doesn’t drink himself to sickness. He’ll switch from thanking you for looking out for him to criticizing you for being a “mood-killer” in the same breath. You like to believe that the kinder half of him is the “real” one. It always feels more sincere, in your opinion. You try to see the good in everyone around you, after all. No matter how hard it may be, or how dangerous or depraved the individual is.
Maybe you’re an optimist, Keigo Takami thinks to himself, nursing a non-alcoholic strawberry spritzer. Or maybe you’re simply too naive to see the dangers of the killers and criminals around you. Maybe it’s a case of feeling obligated to love the unloved, to accept the spurned, to try and save those dedicated to hurling themselves headfirst towards irredeemability. Maybe you sympathize with them, with what they’ve been through in their tumultuous and checkered lives.
No matter what the reason is, what really matters is that you, in spite of whatever horrid circumstances have landed you in the middle of these villains, playing caretaker and maid and nanny to drunk, belligerent murderers…
You’re still kind.
That’s why Keigo truly believes that you, more than anyone else here, can be redeemed.
Not only because of the way you treat him, but also the way you treat your “coworkers”.
When Toga gets immediately drunk off of whatever cutesy cocktail she begged you to whip up, you help her get to a couch and make her lay down, leaving a bin by her side. When Shigaraki is having another one of his tantrums, you line up all the broken glasses and worn down equipment you have onto the countertop so he has something to focus his aggression on. You listen close to all of Spinner’s rants about Stain, even if you don’t understand a word he’s saying.
You see something in them, clearly. Keigo isn’t quite sure what it is exactly, but he’d love to know. Do you care about them? Do you think they could redeem themselves? Do you think you can off-put their suffering and bloodthirstiness by being kind? Do you consider them to be family? Do you consider him family?
You’ve been around him long enough to see him as a friend, surely. You treat the winged double-crosser with the same forthcoming kindness that everyone receives when they sit at your counter, ensuring that he’s happy, hydrated, warm, and not-
“-hurt? Mr. Takami, did you get hurt?”
“Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t quite catch that one. Run it by me again?”
“That mission ran a little long, didn’t it? Usually you’re back a lot sooner, so I wanted to make sure that you were alright, Mr. Takami. You’re not hurt, are you?”
Keigo is a well-guarded man. He doesn’t give away too much and he’s good at hiding his feelings and thoughts. Still, he can’t keep himself from smiling right now. With a gloved hand, he reaches out to ruffle your hair.
“Just fine, kiddo. Things got a little troublesome- when don’t things get troublesome, huh? But i got the job done no problem, like always.”
You try to meet his smile evenly, taking his drained glass and giving him a fresh drink in turn. There’s a moment of strange silence, something’s there’s never been between the two of you.
“I’m really glad,” you quietly admit to him, breaking the lull. “I think you’re… you’re the only one who talks to me the way you do. I don’t…”
He leans forward, propping his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his twined fingers. “Talk to me, pint-size. You’ve got my ear. I’ve got some time to kill.” He adds the last line just to make sure that you know he won’t mind if this takes a while. Even if he didn’t have the time… he would make it, for you.
“I really, really do like everyone! Really, I do! But it just feels… it all feels so endless, Mr. Takami. If someone isn’t mad at me, they’re puking on the floor. If they aren’t puking, they’re crying in the corner. If they aren’t crying, they’re picking fights. If they’re not fighting, they’re breaking things. If they aren’t breaking things, they’re mad at me for something. It just goes on and on, and I- I just-“
You pause, your breath hitching inwards sharply as you bury your face into your hands. You put your palms flat on the countertop, staring at your weary reflection on the polished surface.
“I’m so tired, Mr. Takami. And I feel like I’m never gonna get to take a break.”
“Okay, come over here,” Keigo guides, leading you around the counter by your hand and towards where he remembers seeing you head each night. Your personal room, he assumes. “The bar,” you try to argue as he pulls you along, “needs me at the counter. What if someone comes by for a drink?” Your words fall on deaf ears, it seems. “Most of the league is made of grown men, kid. Trust me, they can stomach a few hours without alcohol.”
He opens the door, giving himself the first view of your room he’s ever seen.
Knowing that you can’t see the face he’s making, the undercover hero allows himself to frown at the sight.
This isn’t a bedroom. This is a storage closet with a small bed and a nightstand. It’s barely four feet wide, and just about six feet long. The sort of room you’d put spare brooms and mops in, where you’d hide away a half-used gallon of drain cleaner or spare dish soap bottles you had gotten on sale. A place too claustrophobic and enclosed for anything except supplies.
But instead, this room had been given to you, a literal teenager who was giving their all to support the League in spite of getting nothing out of it.
For just a moment, his blood boils.
The League can pretend to be good. They can pretend to be heroes and freedom fighters. They can pretend that they’re fighting for a fair and just society. They can pretend that they aren’t monsters and murderers.
But this is how they treat their own. He’s always known this. The League of Villains prioritizes powerful, dangerous individuals above all else, prioritizes those who can spread chaos and mayhem in the name of their destructive goal. And you don’t fit into that powerhouse category, so you get shuffled away, tucked out of sight when they don’t have you serving them or playing babysitter to grown drunkards.
Keigo thinks he understands it, at least. But the truth is that some of the League do care for you. Twice, Spinner, Magne, Toga, Mr. Compress… all of them do care about you, as a friend or as family. And in turn, you care for them.
But he doesn’t think of that. As he helps you into the cramped bed, he thinks of “saving” you, and getting you out of here. Of bringing you home and keeping you safe from the harms and horrors of the world around you.
And there will soon come a day that you tumble out of the villain’s claws and into a hero’s talons.
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Hi! Is it okay if I request platonic Yandere LOV with Dabi’s sister? Like they fight over who gets to babysit her while Dabi run errands? Thank you! I love your content!
♡ Babysitter ♡
(A/N: I genuinely love platonic LOV so much!! I’ve been getting so many platonic bnha request’s lately and I love it so much!! It’s the best for comfort 💞)
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, children, the league fighting over reader, reader cries
Summary: Dabi has to leave for an errand, so the league has to babysit you (Yan!platonic!brother!Dabi x GN!child!reader + Platonic!LOV x GN!child!reader)
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Dabi did his best to take care of you. He did the best he could with his lifestyle. You stayed in the leagues hideout most of the time, almost never going out. You were still pretty young and stayed away from the outside, as your brother advised you to.
He actually trusted most of the league around you, some of the villains that would visit weren’t as trusted then he would keep you locked up in your room. He knew the ones he trusted though, he knew they wouldn’t hurt you.
“I’m going out” Dabi says, placing you down on the couch. “You’re in charge, watch Y/n” He says, leaving the underground bar. He had noticed that your roots were starting to grow back in. Although not healthy for your hair, he couldn’t risk your identity being even some what findable through your fiery red hair that you got from your father. So he needed to go get more hair dye.
All of the villains in the room look at you as you sit with your toys in your lap. You just play with your small lego’s, not even noticing that your brother had left. The only problem was that no one knew who exactly he was talking to.
“Hehe, c’mon Y/n, let’s go paint your nails” Himiko giggles going to pick you up, only to be interrupted by Spinner. “Don’t leave, I’m supposed to be watching them” He whines, watching Himiko hold you. She only blinks at him.
“No, I’m watching them! I’m they’re favorite! Y/n loves spending time with their auntie Himiko! Isn’t that right, cutie?” She says, blowing a raspberry on your stomach before putting you back down on the couch to play with your toys.
“He left me in charge” Tomura mumbles, his eyes focused on his game on the TV. “What? Why would you be in charge?” Spinner asks, Tomura rolling his eyes. “Because I’m the leader” He says as if it were obvious.
Kurogiri sighs from behind the bar while cleaning glasses. “You all are so immature, that’s why he left me to watch them” He says, earning huffs from around the room. But they’re cut off by a small knock on a door.
“Dabi?” you say, knocking on his door. None of them were watching, you had left to the hallway. “Dabi” you say walking into the room, looking everywhere, even under the bed as if he could fit under there. “Where’s Dabi?” you whine, walking back into the lounge area, still looking for him. You were still very young but you could speak with very small sentences.
“He’s not here” Tomura states, not even thinking before saying it. “No-“ You whine, balling up your fist as tears start welling up in your eyes. “No, no, please don’t cry” Spinner panics, Himiko also trying to comfort you but it only makes you cry more.
“I want Dabi!” You cry, Dabi facepalming as he walks through the door with a box of hair dye in his hand. He walks by swooping you up into his arms.
“Can’t even leave you alone with them for five minutes” He huffs, carrying you off to your room as your crying calms now that he’s here.
This only causes another fight, they never did find out exactly who he was talking to.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
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everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it
Before the League of Villains, Tomura took you. Before the final war, he let you go. Still, moving on proves difficult for you both.
» pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x afab!reader
» word count: 4.2
» notes: Idk what this is, really. Divorce Ghuleh was in some kind of mood.
» contains: gn!pronouns, post-canon, angst, exes (kinda), unrequited love (kinda), soft Shigaraki, ostensibly yandere Shigaraki, referenced kidnapping, oral sex (f!receiving). 18+, minors DNI.
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"You got a new place."
Anyone else might be alarmed by that casual interjection when you were, until a moment ago, alone in your apartment, no company save for the pile of moving boxes beside you and no sound except the patter of rain against the roof. But you? You don't so much as flinch at the sudden appearance of that raspy voice. You only continue placing books neatly on the shelf before you as you reply, "And you found it."
"I always do, don't I?"
There's a shrug in Tomura's voice, the words spoken as a simple matter of course. It's followed by footsteps reverberating across the hardwood, and even without turning around you can picture the scene perfectly in your mind: him pacing behind you, head cocked and hands shoved lazily in his pockets as he surveys your fourth apartment in fifteen months.
"Why'd you move?" His question is followed by the telltale creak of a cabinet opening. "I thought you liked your last place."
"I did, but they raised the rent."
The cabinet, empty, thuds shut. There's a weight to the brief silence that follows, and when it's broken it's by the drag of fingernails raking over papery skin. Then, "You know you don't have to worry about that."
It's true, and it isn't. You could afford any place you wanted with the money Tomura insists on putting in your name—money that you refuse to touch. On principle, you tell yourself, though you often wonder the difference between that and spite.
You don't argue, though. Only deflect. "It wasn't worth what they were asking. And I like this place, too."
You're not lying. The unit is smaller, admittedly, and further from the city center, or what passes for one these days when so much is still in ruin. But it's also quiet. Quaint. There's a picture window that looks out over the shared courtyard, and rows of built-ins lining the walls. More built-ins than you could possibly need, really, for the meager possessions you've accumulated over the last year and some, but you tell yourself that's a good thing. That you'll grow into the space in a way you never managed at your last apartments.
Not that this is a promising start.
You wipe your dusty hands on your jeans and finally stand, sighing as you turn to face Tomura. "You said you were going to stop coming by like this."
He looks as you'd expected, on first glance—loose black clothes and slouched posture, carmine eyes watchful behind the spill of white hair that hangs longer every time you see him. But you also catch the subtle shift your words bring—the brief press of his mouth into a tight line, the quick drop of his gaze.
There's a long silence as you stare at him and he stares at the floor.
When he starts pacing again, the echo of his footsteps hangs heavier this time.
"It's hard," he says, chewing at his cheek. "Everyone else has moved on. Toga has her girlfriend, Dabi's with his family. Spinner's turned the Liberation Front into some heteromorph rights movement, if you can believe it." He lets out an incredulous laugh, as though he can't. "Even Kurogiri is busy. Figuring out his old friends, his old life."
"Kurogiri left?" You try to force aside the unwanted tightness that revelation spurs in your chest. "I thought he'd stay with you."
"He offered. Would have if I'd asked, but it's not like I need him. I'm just..."
"Lonely?"
"No." And then, with mirthless huff, "Maybe."
That admission hangs in the air longer than you intend to let it—long enough for your memory to take you back to places you'd rather not be. To waking, years ago, in a strange bedroom in a strange apartment. To long night after long night with Tomura curled against your side and your own mind refusing sleep, preoccupied as it was with the question of why.
The answer, it turned out, was deceptively simple.
There's a pile of takeout menus on your coffee table—ones that were waiting in your mailbox when you moved in. You sigh as you reach for them, already knowing he'll stay for dinner if you offer.
And already knowing you'll offer.
"Well," you say, not missing how Tomura's eyes darken guiltily at the trace bitterness you can't quite keep from your voice, "it's not like it would be the first time."
"You go out now."
Tomura's words have you pausing with a piece of katsu lifted halfway to your mouth. The two of you have been silent the last ten minutes; were mostly silent before that, too, as you waited out the vast-seeming span of time between the placing of your takeout order and the reprieve of the delivery person's arrival. But now he's looking at you from behind his hair as he scoops up threads of soba.
You finish taking your bite. Swallow. "What?"
"I came by your old place a few days ago and you weren't there." He says it reluctantly, like he's ashamed despite the current circumstance. "Last month, too. That never used to happen."
Of course it didn't: you barely left your old apartments in the weeks and months after Tomura let you go, though you've been trying to remedy that as of late. Two years sequestered from normal life left you overwhelmed in public, oddly claustrophobic any time you found yourself in a crowd. And even once that tendency towards panic abated, there was hardly anywhere to go outside of earning your meager living. No family to miss you, and certainly no friends to reconnect with. Much like Tomura now, everyone you knew seemed to have moved on.
Not that you hadn't, because whoever you were before Tomura, it's not who you were after. And you know the same is true of him—that he's not the person he was when he took you. An incontrovertible truth, if only because you're sitting here. Free.
More or less, anyway.
You take another bite of katsu. Chew carefully before saying, "I was on a date, actually."
The way Tomura stiffens slightly at your answer sparks a vindictive stab of satisfaction in you. It only grows when he asks, with forced casualness, "What kind of date?"
"A first date."
A good date, too, by objective standards. One where your suitor did all the right things, and where that effort seemed genuine. They didn't even try to come up at the end of the night—only kissed you on the cheek and said they would call.
"Is there—" Tomura wavers, for a moment. Lifts one hand towards his neck only to drop it just as quickly, and then slurps down a hasty spoonful of broth instead. When he swallows, it's harder than seems necessary. "Is there going to be a second one?"
You think again about the end of that latest attempt at romantic connection. About the blank indifference you felt as your date stood there smiling, and about the memory of crimson eyes that haunted you in that moment, the same way it had in the few attempts before. About the voicemail your suitor left the next day. The one that still sits on your phone, unplayed.
Whatever petty satisfaction you felt a moment ago slips away.
"No," you say flatly before lapsing back into silence.
There never is.
"Do you ever regret it?"
It's a question that again comes after lengthy quiet, though this time you're the one to speak first. Dinner is long over, takeout containers and disposable chopsticks left in a pile on your scuffed kitchen table, and you've spent the last couple hours in silence on your sofa. You're in one corner and Tomura's in the other, his foot propped up on a couple moving boxes as a sitcom neither of you are really watching plays out on screen. He frowns at the abrupt inquiry.
"The war?"
It's telling, you think, that that's the first place his mind goes. To that final confrontation with the heroes, and a battle he'd more or less won. But it's not what you meant.
"Letting me go." After a moment's consideration, you add, "Or taking me in the first place."
That question has festered in the back of your mind since the day Tomura chose power over the dwindling comfort of your presence, and you couldn't say why you ask it now. Couldn't say, either, why it was left unspoken for so long, save that some discomfort always stopped you. A fear, you suppose, that whatever response he gave would reveal as much about you as him. That you'd realize too late there was some specific answer you wanted.
Even now, your eyes stay fixed uneasily on the television as you await a response that takes several long moments to come. In the interim the quiet is filled with nothing but grating laugh tracks and the telltale rustle of nails scraping over Tomura's throat. You wonder when he resumed that anxious tick. Wonder, too, how bad it's gotten. If you brushed back those tangled locks, would you find mere reddened skin, or deep scores?
You distract yourself with that wondering, and eventually Tomura gives his answer.
"Sometimes," he admits.
"Sometimes for which one?"
The subsequent silence is longer this time. Then the sound of scratching abates, and from the corner of your eye you see his hand drop.
He leans forward for the television remote. Turns the volume up a couple notches.
"Both."
"Are you asleep?"
"No."
Tomura's answer is the one you expected. You've spent the last who-knows-how-long doing nothing more than staring at the dim black of the ceiling above your bed and somehow, despite the dark and the polite distance left between you, you knew he was doing the exact same thing.
He doesn't stay over, usually. Doesn't come by that often at all, truth be told, though every time he does it feels like an inevitability. Like there could never be any world where the two of you part for good.
On your good days, you know why that is. Understand the technicalities of trauma bonding or Stockholm syndrome or whatever one wants to call it. You know, too, that you're lucky in some ways. That this thin attachment you can't shake could be far stronger after two years of forced proximity.
On your bad days, though? On days like today, when his presence reminds you that there was something almost comfortable about this, once?
On those days, you can't help thinking that sense of inevitability might mean something.
You shift. Roll onto your side to look at him, and preoccupy yourself studying the outline of his silhouette, so different now from when he first stole you into his bed. He looked so young, then, with his owlishly wide eyes and that shaggy mop of dirty white hanging chaotically over his features. Now, his stark hair falls heavy back from his face, and his cheeks have lost some of their surprising roundness. Those more chiseled angles match the cut of meaty shoulders, and the swell of a chest that wasn't always so broad.
Several long moments pass, and then Tomura turns to face you.
"Why?" he asks. His brow is knit slightly, the rest of his face placid. It's a look you used to find strange—too dispassionate and untroubled for someone whose blood so often ran hot. But even in the earliest days he rarely turned those mercurial moods towards you.
No, with you he was always calm, or calm enough anyway—no demands or expectations beyond your stolen company and the tug of your head to his chest so his face could bury into your hair. It's that weight of expectation that makes it so different with everyone else, you think. Every job you take, every date you make, comes with the realization that something is wanted of you. Then, and always.
It had seemed intolerable when you were living it, but those long years with Tomura were still the only time in your life you were allowed to simply be.
And whether you want to or not, sometimes...
Sometimes you miss it.
You scoot closer to him. Ignore the way he stiffens in surprise and lean in, pressing your mouth to his.
It's not love. It never was, you're certain of that—not for you and not for him, either, even if it took so much time and growth for him to realize it. But it is familiar in a way that nothing else is, and tonight you don't much mind that when he feels like home it's in the exact wrong ways, like a place to which you would never want to return for good but that you might sometimes long to visit, if only because nothing else will ever be yours in quite the same way.
And because you'll never belong to anything else in quite the same way, either.
Tomura's arm extends to settle around your waist, tugging you closer. The gesture is far more practiced than the clumsy movements of his lips, but it's no surprise to you that he's more well-versed in the mundane affections. They were a constant in the hundreds of nights you once spent close against him, his hands in careful fists and his body curled into your side, each passing minute proving that he wasn't lying when he whispered what you thought were reassuring falsehoods. That he just wanted to be close to you.
It was hard to believe at first that he held little interest in carnal endeavors, at least beyond what they might represent when given willingly. But in the end you were convinced of it.
And in the end, when some combination of conscience and necessity finally led to your parting, you gave it willingly.
Now here you are. Again.
You deepen the kiss. Let your tongue trace over Tomura's scarred lower lip and sigh when his arms tighten around you. There's not passion in it, not exactly, but he's steady against you. Warm. Easy. And whether it's him you want or merely a familiar body touching you, that's enough to have a faint spark of heat stirring between your thighs.
Tomura doesn't protest when you pull back to tug him atop you, your hands already pressing at his shoulders to guide him where you want him, settled between your thighs. In the dim light you can just make out the stigmata-like scars that mar his palms as he shoves your shirt up, and you find yourself contemplating those pale, shiny marks. They're two among many, those hints of old wounds serving as counterparts to all the strength and muscle that lingered even after All for One left him.
It must be unsettling, you think, to inhabit a body so different from the one he started with—to wear the evidence of his ascent to godhood even after all that power was stripped away, sacrificed in the name of something as basic as self-preservation.
You think, too, that in the wake of all that it's no wonder he's lonely.
And then Tomura plants an open-mouthed kiss against your clothed mound, and you can't think of much except the desire blooming in you. His fingertips hook under the band of your underwear, tugging them down over your hips so his thumb can tease at your exposed sex, and the delicate touch has a faint gasp slipping past your lips. Tomura's cheek comes to rest against your bare thigh, his hot breath tickling flushed skin.
For a long moment he simply stares up at you from that prone position, gaze intent and eyes heavy-lidded with a want that seems deeper than mere lust. When your hips buck impatiently, however, he's quick to answer; a shuddering exhale slips past his lips and he drags his tongue over the length of your cunt.
His mouth is warm, the velvety pressure enough to have you lifting a hand to tangle in his hair. He groans in response, tipping his head to nuzzle briefly into that touch before he resumes his work, one finger tracing again over your entrance. It tests your wetness and then slips inside you, pressing and curling experimentally until it earns the delicate whimper he was seeking.
He repeats the motion, his tongue continuing to lap at your sensitive apex all the while, and you whine again, throaty and frustrated this time as the heat that's been building levels off. As good as it feels, it's not enough, the soft strokes of his tongue too gentle to approximate what you're accustomed to—the buzz of toys or the firm press of your own fingers, but never someone else's touch. Your grip on his hair tightens as you grind yourself against him.
"More," you gasp. He's quick to respond, another finger slipping inside you and the flat of his tongue dragging more firmly over your clit. Your back arches in response, your eyes fluttering closed. "Mmhmm," you gasp. "Like that."
Even with your own eyes closed, you can feel Tomura's unfaltering gaze, can sense him watching raptly as you respond to every persistent touch. Your head is starting to go fuzzy, everything beyond the friction between your thighs receding into a haze. When Tomura's lips latch around you, sucking lightly, your free hand clutches at the blankets as your legs start to tremble.
Tomura stops his efforts just as quickly, planting a kiss against your inner thigh as you let out another choked noise of dismay.
"Say my name," he pants. Those words are accompanied by the faint rustle of the sheets beneath him, and when your eyes blink open you can just make out his hips rutting against the mattress, some reflexive bid for friction. His voice is thick as he repeats his request. "Say it, when you—"
You're already nodding, clutching at him again as you guide him back to where you want him. Where you need him. There's a pleasant ache at your center, throbbing as you hover on the edge of release, and you whimper when Tomura's lips close obediently around you.
"Fuck," you swear as the flat of his tongue starts to work in tandem with that suction, the sensation heightened by each rhythmic stroke of his fingers. "Fuck, 'm close."
He speeds up his movements, tongue working more eagerly against you, and you can feel yourself beginning to tense, your hands and your hips conspiring to shove Tomura's face more firmly against your cunt. It's a heady sensation, to be touched at all and especially to be touched like this after so long without. When those waves of pleasure finally crest it's almost overwhelming, some strange melancholy swelling in your chest even as your whole body goes taut and a cry rises in your throat. It nearly sticks, lodged behind the unwanted lump that's formed there; in the wash of your tumultuous orgasm you barely manage to give him the one thing he asked for in exchange for that peak.
The words come out a hoarse, broken whisper. "C-coming, Tomura."
He groans gratefully, coaxing you through your release and not stopping until you force him away, overstimulated. Even then he only turns his head to mouth at your thigh, his hips continuing to grind against your mattress as his breathing grows more ragged. His lips work fervently over you as he does, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses punctuated by strained exhales. Then he's stuttering and shuddering, letting out one last desperate gasp against your skin as he comes.
He claws his way back up beside you almost immediately, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, uncertain in a way that contrasts sharply with his usual demeanor these days. It has you reminded once again of early on in all of this, when he was so different. When you both were.
That uncanny nostalgia only intensifies when he asks, hesitantly, "Can I...?"
You nod. You know what he's asking for—the only thing he's ever really wanted when crawling into bed beside you. The moment you acknowledge his plea, he's pressing himself into your side, arms wrapping tightly around you and his face burying in the crook of your neck.
Tomura doesn't move after that. Only relaxes into you slowly as you stare again the ceiling, willing yourself to feel some shame or guilt for inviting him into your bed. Not because of what it might mean to him, after all this time, but because of what it might mean to you. What it might mean for you.
In the end, though, you fail to summon that remorse. Another part of the inevitability, perhaps, because what is there to be ashamed of when it feels like things could never have been any different?
So, you only lay there listening as Tomura's breathing evens into the telltale rhythm of sleep, and sometime in the hours after you doze away too.
Tomura wakes to the warmth of your skin against his, and for a moment it's as if all the months since your parting have been erased. He blinks his eyes open expecting to find himself in his room at the bar, and to rise and make you tea under Kurogiri's watchful eye the same way he did so many times before. It isn't until he's met with the sight of bare walls and morning light streaming through the window that he orients himself.
Muscle memory still carries him to your kitchen after he slips from beneath your sheets; it's only when he finds coffee instead of tea among your sparse pantry items that he pauses. Remembers that he's well past such persistent efforts to win you over. All he's doing now is acting out a script for a performance that's long since ended.
He leaves the stove unlit. Puts your kettle, half-filled, back where he found it, and stands uncertainly in your kitchen, surveying the stacks of half-emptied moving boxes that surround him.
It doesn't mean anything, he knows. That you asked him to touch you, or that you asked him to stay at all, those casual invitations thrown out not with reluctance, exactly, but with resignation: Why don't you stay for dinner? And then, when you'd retreated to bed, the simplest, Are you coming? And even if it did mean something, it would be nothing more than what it always means when you fail to turn him away. That the consequences of his early thievery extend far beyond what his younger self could have imagined. That what he's done he can never take back or undo, no matter what paltry efforts he makes to set things right.
There is no right, here. Not for the two of you.
Tomura's halfway through slipping on his shoes when your voice interrupts him.
"You're leaving."
He turns to find you standing in your bedroom doorway, your face still bleary with sleep and your expression otherwise indifferent. The skin at his throat prickles, the way it seems to do so often lately.
He was. Leaving. Had been intent on slipping out the door before you rose, and before he had to wonder if you would ask him to stay.
You don't ask him to stay.
"It's funny," you say instead, and with no real amusement, "I woke up at some point last night, and for a second I thought..."
That sentence hangs in the air, half-finished, but Tomura knows what you thought. He thought it himself, after all, when he first stirred to the rise and fall of your chest under his cheek and was transported back to a time when things felt far simpler. A time when after was a problem for others to contend with, so abstract and disconnected from his goals that it seemed the future couldn't touch him.
Tomura finishes tying his shoes. Straightens up to look you in the eye—a feat that seems to grow harder every time he sees you. Fingertips lift to rub at his neck as clears his throat.
"I won't bother you again," he says.
He means it, but then he always does. Always tells himself this time is the last time, and believes the lie until the moment that unshakable pull has him slipping through whatever unlocked door or window he can find.
You spare him the indignity of skepticism, though. Only nod and move to open the front door, watching silently as he accepts that unambiguous disinvitation. He takes two steps out into the hall before pausing, a question he doesn't want to ask hovering on the tip of his tongue.
He asks it anyway.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You asked me if I regret it," he says. He keeps his eyes firmly fixed on the carpet in front of him. "Do you?"
The question is met with silence at first. When Tomura finally turns to face you, you're staring at him with your brow slightly knit, your mouth twisted into something a little too wry to be called a smile.
After another moment, you sigh. Your gaze drops, briefly, and then rises again to meet his stare.
"Goodbye, Tomura," you say, almost gently.
You shut the door.
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BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST
Dabi
SWEET: Yan! Dabi x Fem! Darling
Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)
Soft (NSFW)
Head (NSFW)
Wall (NSFW)
Break (SFW but Dark Themes)
Crying Won’t Help (NSFW) ABO
Dirty thoughts
Do you masturbate? (Request!)
Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)
Brat Tamer (NSFW)
Cold (Yandere Dabi x Darling)
Shigaraki Tomura
HAPPY HALLOWEEN (NSFW/NONCON)
MIND BREAK: (Dark NSFW)
Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)
Part 1: Time as a Darling (NSFW)
Part 2: Time as a Darling (NSFW)
Foot Fetish
Dirty thoughts
Do you masturbate? (Request!)
Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)
Game Time (R) (Piss Kink) (NSFW)
Gross (Noncon) (NSFW)
Tenko Shimura HC (NSFW)
Dog (SFW • Drabble)
Manners (Tomura x Fem! Reader x Spinner NSFW)
Spinner
Do you masturbate? (Request!)
Soft s/o x Spinner (Request!)
Jealous? (Request!) (SFW!)
Cuddle Me (R!) (NSFW)
Heat Haze (R!) (NSFW)
Manners (NSFW)
Mr. Compress
Gentleman (NSFW)
Overhaul: (I will not accept requests for him!)
Better dead than alive (Dead Dove)
Fatgum
Feel Better (NSFW)
Headcanons
EraserHead (Aizawa)
Cock Warming (NSFW) (Request!)
Aizawa x villain (humor/crack)
Before Bed (NSFW/Request)
Mirio Togata
Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)
Moderation (NSFW) (x Fem! Reader)
Happy Birthday (NSFW)
Shinsou Hitoshi
Yandere Headcanons (NSFW)
Katsuki Bakugo
• Growing Pain (SFW/Hurt/Comfort)
Keigo Takami (Hawks)
For Your Safety (Yan! Noncon!)
Post dividers/@cafekitsune
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A little peek of the next chapter of Thief 🔥 starting to work on this nightmare again
Summary: As a psychologist at a psychiatric ward for villains, you’re used to encountering cruelty and treating trauma. But your days of freedom are unknowingly numbered when a new patient arrives. It’s then that you learn his compliance to your wishes comes at a hefty price — one you can’t possibly agree to.
Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x Psychologist!Reader
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“Think it’s time to take you back with me.”
It’s as though a bell is chiming in your head. It’s distant and faint. Part of you tries to implore that you heard him wrong, because the hell in which you exist is never ending. You didn’t, though; that was real.
You want to leap for joy. You abstain, of course. He bought your ploy of submissiveness. You fucking tricked him. Beyond that, you’re getting out of here. You’re not getting out of this arrangement unscathed, but there’s an end in sight. Being in the populated world again grants you the opportunity to flee without having to bypass chains, a padlocked door, and soundproofing. Others will know where you are. Maybe, if you’re lucky, a real hero will recognize you, and word will disperse that you’re still alive.
You grasp how fat of a chance that is. They found the remains your captor planted. Hawks made a statement. They probably had a fucking funeral for you already, giving some closure to your relatives. No one will be looking for you.
You also understand that it’s premature to amplify your hope. For all you know, this could be another trap. Dabi isn’t the brightest bulb in the pack when it comes to emotions and anatomy, though he’s certainly cunning. After all, he’s conquered death. Bearing his trickery in mind, you dull the moths in your chest — fluttering in anticipation for light — and swallow your yips of triumph. The only part of you that’s beyond your control is a minute stutter.
“T-to the base?”
Graciously, he doesn’t pick up on it.
“Yeah.” He reaches down to take hold of your chin. “Old one got fucked, so we took a better one from a group of anti-mutant cultists.”
He was never so happy to kill people and steal their belongings. Those who subscribe to the idea that individuals with physical mutation quirks are lesser have their heads up their asses. He’s lost count of how many times someone’s called him ugly. Fortunately, he can hide his burnt form and avoid most of the bad attention. He can only imagine what people like Spinner go through, however, having a tail and scaled skin. He’s glad to cleanse this society of stupid ideologies while advancing his own agenda.
“You ready, doc?” He prompts you.
You nod quickly. It’s a bit too eager, but you can’t restrain yourself. You’ve been prepared to depart since you arrived. Isolation did a number on you. The dark is as threatening as the arsonists' touch. The lantern he kept lit for you only fuelled your nightmares, as shadows danced on the stone walls and you confided in your hallucinations. Lines have been blurred, and you don’t feel like yourself anymore.
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All knight and day must die ch18
Mothman Shigaraki is the new king, so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.
Shigaraki, Dabi, and Spinner are going to meet up with the potential new allies while examining the new hive. Despite you and Lyra both telling them it's a bad idea, because you are sure they are part of the MLA and will stir up dangerous trouble. No matter what you do or say, Shigaraki leaves you in the care of Master.
Warning: Yandere Mothman Shigaraki, domestic fluff, toxic possessive behavior, death threats, rp, light choking, preggy and lactation kink, 10k < I sorry!
@lovingbadguys @balanceisrelative @nut-in-me-jojo
Chapter 17.5 & 17
Chapter 18:
"Don't you dare," you half heartily threaten Shiggy.
He replies with a wide ridiculous grin filled with boiled eggs. All the siblings laugh. You knew he would do that. Eat all of them. Can't keep eggs in the nest longer than a day. That's why you peeled them for him. You roll your eyes, not that anyone can see both.
Shigaraki wants you to start controlling your abilities without the eyepatch. But you are not ready. Plus, you like how it looks. Shiggy has been sillier lately. Happier. But you are feeling more miserable. Being driven into the dark is hard. You begged to see Lyra, begged him to bring Adam home. But he refused.
"You will be with her when leave for village. Spend time with me. Peter needs more training anyways," he insisted. To you, he leans in and whispers, "Need to milk, little mate. Make sure have enough for grubs."
"Yeah!" Peter shouts. Thankfully Peter only heard the first part. Peter throws his arms around Shigaraki's ruff, inhaling deeply. Shigaraki does a nonchalant chirp, ruffling the loving boy's hair.
"Jan, don't feed Mochi-chan at the table. He sheds like crazy," you tell her. Of course, Peter loves the idea of not having to go over to Dabi's to learn. You want to smack Shigaraki. He knows the little ones are afraid the adults will disappear on them. You understand because it had happened to you when you were their age. But you do not exploit it like Shigaraki. You know he is using your family to manipulate you, and you are getting tired of it.
"No. I will stay with you at the nest, but the kids are going to educate themselves," you snap. The kids groan. Jan is sitting on his lap. Snuggling when she actually tells you that you are not their mom and not in charge of them. The horrid things you wanted to say made you heat with rage. They have become so spoiled and bratty because of Shigaraki that you almost understand why Abraham used to beat the hell out of you.
"You're right," you say through clenched teeth, "I'm your big sister, and big sissy says you will eat your vegetables and go to school until you are an adult."
"Agree with mate. Go," Shigaraki says, lifting Jan off his lap. He kisses the tip of his fingers and places it on their head the way Adam did.
"Don't be a baby," John says. Finishing and standing, "Big Sissy is the closest thing we will ever have to a mom. Don't make it harder on her. Come on." John orders. Peter runs over to hum to the grubs before he does. There is a slight vibration. Peter gets so excited he hugs and kisses you. You sit there in stiff surprise as Mable and Jan follow suit. You are about to burst into tears; it's so sweet.
"I'm sorry," Jan mumbles and pecks you on the cheek. John comes over and rubs a rough hand on your belly.
"Goodbye, little nephews," John says with his slight slur. He kisses you on the head, and you quickly grab the front of his shirt. His eyes widen at how strong your grip is.
"Don't overdo the workouts with the wingless kid, Shoto. Don't think I haven't noticed you are looking beat up," you tell him, combined with sign language.
His lips press into a grim expression, nodding and signing that he won't. You give him a quick dry peck on the cheek. You think John will grow into a fine man when they leave in Kurogiri's black swirl warp gate. Kurogiri follows with an overly dressed sleeping Beth in his smoky arms. Poor thing still not used to Mothmen sleep schedule.
"Come on, Mochi!" One of the kids yells, and the puppy chases after.
"Shiggy. You are spoiling them too much. They are becoming pure little monsters," you tell him. He regards you for a moment, picking his words carefully. He looks distant when he talks.
"Life not easy. I go to war, could be killed. I could eat bad meat, get killed. Could lie in bed and get killed. Larvae has lost much. Let be spoiled for a little while. Life will hurt them later. Let them have this. I killed old family. Like new family better. Make deal. They can have what they want. I can give if they learn school and always hold each other up. Good deal?" He asks you in his broken language.
"Let me think on it," you say. He nods, knowing that you will give in. You are weak when it comes to your family. He pets you on the head. You hate that and give him a dirty look, which he ignores. You soften when you mull over his words, "Shiggy, what do you mean by "I killed old family?"
He tenses, a distant look in his red gaze. Wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his nose on the top of your head, kissing your forehead.
"Later. When have more words," he says. He runs the back of two fingers down your cheek. The distant look was gone as he looked down at you with worship. You kiss him on the lips.
"Later then," you say, pulling away to clean up.
You put the dishes in the washtub. When Shigaraki comes over, trilling and chittering in his own language, you prepare yourself. He lifts you without warning and carries you to the nest. A package is waiting for him on the table, and you suck in a breath. It's a death box. The sight of it makes your heart race and your stomach drop in fear. Shigaraki sets you down to eagerly open it.
He makes a happy little chirp and flutter. He holds up a necklace that looks like the one he gave you. A black and gold moth for mourners. You were there when he bought it. However, the tradition has been ingrained in you that when you saw it, you thought it was over, Maude. You haven't heard from her and fear the worst. There is a letter waiting for him. He quickly scans it. His attention is drawn to you, though.
"Why cry?" Shigaraki asks with a lilt of worry, "Grubs upsetting stomach? Did not eat enough at meal. Must eat more." He chides as he comes over to you to tell the babies growing in you to calm down. He has been so sweet lately. You don't want to ruin his good mood by mentioning Maude. You force a smile and shake your head.
"No baby grub," you say, caressing his cheek, running your fingers through his hair and over his sensitive antennae. He emits three sharp chirps and then shakes his head.
"No call cute words in front of others. Promise!" He hisses. All bark and no bite.
"Do you prefer Onii-chan? Big brother?" you tease.
"That nest talk. Don't be stupid," he scolds with no real bite. He leans into your touch. You pull his mouth to yours and kiss him.
"Here, let me help," you offer, taking the necklace from him. Moving his hair aside to clasp the necklace for him, "You can't tell it's there. It's hidden in all this fluffy fur." You giggle with genuine enjoyment.
"I will know," he rasps. You hold out strands of your hair for him. He reaches out with a sharp claw; you guide him to cut a longer chunk. He watches with complete fascination when you tie your hair into an intricate knot to the shape of the moth. He trills in pleasure as you place it in the locket for him. He flutters.
"Here, hair long enough. Make another for you," he insists. You smile and work his hair into a knot. Focused on the task with pleasure.
"It's getting long. I like it," you tell him. He reddens and nudges his head against your belly to sing and chirp to the grubs. It's his way of saving face. He likes your words, but he must hold back a little. Otherwise, you will consume his thoughts.
"I go to village tonight with Dabi," he informs you. Working his way to your chest. You freeze. Upset because you want him to find your brother, and he says he will after this 'visiting the village' thing he is vague about.
"Why am I just hearing about this now?" You ask with a stern tone.
"Got word now, so tell now. Meeting allies," he rasps. That throws you off.
"What allies?" You question.
"Astral wizards," he says.
"No," you breathe. The grubs squirm in you as your anxiety spikes, "Don't go. Not the astral wizards."
He immediately jerks from your chest and cradles you to him like a sweet baby. Rocking you and talking to the screeching grubs. He is feeling more than one thrum travel down his antennae. He was just so pleased to be having grubs he never wondered who put the curse on you. It will have to be looked into at some point.
"Why? What wrong?" He asks calmly.
"I thought you were just going to visit Giran. The man is likely to ask you for something and then have you pay for it. But the Astral wizards are not good allies. Stay here with me at the nest. Don't go," you say.
"Giran thinks good allies," he replies.
"That's because Giran can't see the forest for the trees. He probably thinks, "well, these guys hate the Order of the light, so they will make good allies." What he doesn't consider is that most of them are in a "secret" group called the Magical Liberation Army. They are a fanatical group that despises magical creatures. They would have me killed for telling you this. Call me a species traitor. You are considered a magical creature, my love. Stay home. Stay with me," you divulge. You are frightened of the MLA, and he can feel it. He smirks. Remembering the word he was thinking of.
"Did not warn that my love was bad at impersonations. Awful Giran. Sounds nothing like him," he grins. You smack him. Harder than he was expecting but not hard enough to get him to stop laughing.
"I'm serious," you snarl at him. He beats his wings, caressing your breasts. He had allowed you to take out the piercings for breastfeeding.
"I will keep in mind. Humans too soft to hurt. Speak of soft. Let make you feel good. Let me taste you," He moans, wrapping his arms around you to inhale your warm scent between your breasts. He doesn't have the words yet to tell you how tantalizing you are. He can feel your heartbeat. The pulse pushes light against his hash lips and travels down his antennae to the base of growing cock with shudders of desire.
He can smell your milk and the sweet scent of your heady arousal. You are getting bigger with his grubs. An instinct slithers in circles at the back of his skull. You are his mate. All his. He wants to fuck and kill. Protect you and the grubs. When he is away from you, his instincts strikes like a bolt of lighting through his brain and is impossible to cage without you.
His mind never strays too far from the thought of you. Before you, his nature was always insisting, yeaning, and distracting. With you, his mind is serene, quieting with your delicious flavor, loving words, sweet moans, and tight cunt. He sighs in contentment. Pulling aside the fabric to capture your nipple in his mouth.
He loves this. He sucks greedily. Your tender flesh pebbles under his tongue. Warm, sweet, life-giving juices pour down his throat. He lets his instincts uncoil and rise to the surface. A feeling washes over him, a familiar one, that is followed by a hazy memory. He felt this way at some point when he was young. He hums, and his grubs reverberate his song.
You tease him. But your eye is filled with that look that is beyond lust. Your eyes hold his soul as you hold him to your chest. Running your digits through his hair and ruff with light touches over the scars around his eyes. He holds himself up not to press on your belly too hard. He does it until his arms are shaking and your breasts are sucked dry.
He is starting to wonder if this is strange. Perhaps it relates to his early neglect. The loss of his mother when he was meant to be in the nest with her until his eleventh season. It will be something he will dwell on later. For now, he is with you, and the beast that slithers under the surface craves more than milk and nurturing.
"Don't go," you whisper. Licking your nipples excruciatingly slow until light mewls slips past your lips. The beast in him rumbles and growls to be satisfied. Your little sounds excite him. He wants to stay and make you happy. You make him weak. Your demanding little mouth calms the twisting beast in him. Your soft tongue dancing with his. You pull away to shyly undress. Oh, so submissive. You are bliss and hell.
"It will only be for a night, little mate," he said perfectly. Kissing along that smooth, tender neck of yours. You moan, gliding your hand down his front, wriggling your fingers into his pants. Your delicate fingers wrap around his cock and stroke him.
"Skip it and find my brother. I would be so grateful," you mumble against his lips. He groans. Imagining you grateful makes him leak spill over your hand. Uses his precum to slick and stroke him harder. He pulls off that eyepatch to get a better look of your eyes giving him that look beyond lust and worship your moon. His claws lighlty tracing your scars.
"Tempting. Want mate happy," he replies. Removing his clothes, watching you enjoy his cock. Licking the tip, looking up with your open mouth to show him his essence on your tongue before you swallow. A shudder of need travels to the tip of his toes and feelers.
One of his large hands dropped to press his rough fingertips against your clit, wriggling them until he pushed past your resistive thighs. Inhaling your scent deeply as he nips at your neck, leaving love bites for all to see. You moan and grind your wet pussy on his hand. A wicked fanged grin spreads across his face while he rubs your tender bud. Making you moan and writhe under him.
"So eager. My naughty little tasty mate," He hisses as he kisses over your chest. Capturing a nipple in his mouth for one last suck. Running his face down your middle, his hot breath fanning over the top of your pussy.
"You said it is good for me and the grubs. I'm just being healthy. I know what you're doing," you groan. He pulls his hand away, shutting you up for now. Gave you another mischievous grin, his smoldering scarlet eyes burning like coals in the darkness. Nudging your legs apart, forcing them to let him in.
He spreads you wide, kissing and nuzzling your moist folds and clit. Making you melt and squirm before burying his mouth against your sweet cunt. His long tongue is lapping vigorously at your core. You hump against his face, smothering him in your pussy the way he likes.
"I'm going to cum soon, Onii-Chan," you moan. He growls at your naughty words. As soon as your flavor hit his taste buds and your words hit his ears, it was over for you. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your hole.
Brushed along your walls, flicking it back and forth the way Dabi says he does. Plunging in deep, twirling the tip at the sensitive, sweet spot in you. Thrusting the thick part in and out of you. You quickly felt yourself at the edge of tipping into an orgasm. Whenever he felt you start to clench around him, he pulled away to keep you edged.
"Dammit! You are so mean," you whined. He pulls away to answer you. You grab his hair and shove his face back. He chuckles in your puss, followed by a sharp chirp, but he quickly gets back to the task. Your head is lolling back, drooling and moaning. He has never eaten you out so enthusiastically.
Thank you, Dabi. Never saying that out loud would be a good thing, you think. He encourages you to hump his face. Gripping you tight, rubbing your lower half to help you fuck his tongue. He pulls out to suckle on your clit, humming happily while you are wriggling and making cute noises. Wanting to taste more of your honey, he plunges his tongue back in deep.
This time he is shoving as much of his tongue as he can, his rough lips putting pressure and different texture on your sensitive little bud. You scream at the sudden orgasm in surprise. Pleasure spasming through you. Causing your toes to curl, pulsing around his tongue, trapping him with your thighs. You go limp and fall back, panting, releasing his head. Murmuring praises to him. He licked a line up through your sweet folds, making you wriggle while it dragged along your sensitive clit for what felt like an eternity of bliss.
He likes making sure you know how good he plans to make you feel. Taking his time prepping and stretching you out with his nimble fingers, careful of his claws. After all, when those grubs come, he wants to make it easy for you. His face glistening in your juices, he is finally ready to slip his aching member into your tight heat. A moan slips from you when he has gotten you ready, smacking his lips. He wipes his face, chirping as he crawls over you, pressing his hot, slicked sex against yours. You push him away and shake your head. He rolls his eyes.
"Don't go," you insist. He shakes his head.
"You are one being mean. I vow to you. I look for your brother and bring him home. Want mate happy. Want larvae happy. Will see Lyra. Regardless, don't be a brat. Give pussy. You want to give pussy," he says with a coy grin.
"Hands and knees," you say at last. Giving in. He heaps endless praise and chirps on you. Nuzzling the back of your head while you make yourself comfortable. He had placed the mirror there, claiming he wanted to see your pretty eyes in fucked out bliss. You cringed mentally, but it turns out you like seeing his head thrown back in his desperate chase for more pleasure. Pulling his gloves on his hand goes to his favorite spot.
Fingers are gripping your throat, and the other hand has a hold of your waist, lightly squeezing to cut off your oxygen supply. You reach up and tap the back of his hand, the signal to loosen his grip. You look back with a sly smirk.
"I love you," you say before he pushes into you. You don't want to be tasteless. He melts and chitters words of devotion. Kissing around your jaw and neck before putting his hand back.
"Love, Ur perfection," he rasps. Your thoughts jumbled, head swimming with desire as he rubbed the head of his leaking cock between your wet folds. Mixing your fluids. You are both panting messes. He grunts as he slowly pushes the head of his cock past your entrance.
You are so tight, even wet; you resist him. The whimper that escaped you has his instincts riled. Claim, it snarled. She's already claimed; he argued with it. Females can never be claimed enough. They love big cocks and knots. His sadistic instincts want you to feel every bit of his cock as he stretches you. They agree on this.
Writhing, you push back into him, bracing yourself against the nest. Your cunt trying to push him out, your ass slapping his thighs, is the best thing he has ever felt. He wonders if your tight little pussy will ever be ready for those grubs. You just need to be worked a little harder with the real thing. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you groan and drool a little. His hips buck harder. Your pretty expressions make him feral.
"Oh gods, you are good," you wheeze. Hips snapping, feeling your pussy give a little squeeze each time. Your hot drooling channel like a vice refusing to let him go the deeper and harder he thrusts. Your scent and moans fill the room. The smell of dandelion fields makes your head swim. Every so often, his fingers loosen and then squeeze around your throat as your sweet pussy does on his length, intensifying your high.
Leaving you gasping for air. He is in control, and your body belongs to him. Giving in to him was the best thing you have ever done. A smug expression played across his features. You are gripping him harder. He knows you are about to cum. He has been holding back to experience the ecstasy at the same time. Your beautiful eyes flutter.
Tears are streaming down your flushed cheeks. Your body feels fantastic. Pleasure teases up and down your spine, threatening to make you scream in bliss. Your pussy feels better than any he has had in the past. He can't hold back any longer. He thrusts and ruts hard. Wings beating, sending jolts of pleasure right to your core, helping him to drive in deep. Overwhelming pain and pleasure entwine as your hot bodies melt into each other. All you can do is grip at the edge of the nest as your pussy coils tight around him. Coming undone in mind-bending pleasure that explodes through you. From the tip of your panting screaming tongue to your curling toes.
Shigaraki can feel his heat build into a burning desire, setting his nerves on fire, instincts screaming to claim more all night. You explode on him, back-arching, body rocking with bliss. Your head is thrown back, hair smacking him in the face with your sharp scent, tears streaking down your cheeks as you babbled a series of praise and curses at him. You constrict around his length, tighter and better than his own fist like you are trying to strangle him.
You have never felt this full and this fucked, toe-curling orgasm. Your wind feels knocked out of you even though he has released his grip. Shigaraki roars, pumping you full of his seed, knot expanding. Making you shriek and squirm. He arches and throws his head back as if you killed him with your sex. His wings beat in a loud buzz become he slumps on your back. Chirping and holding you close, biting lightly at your shoulder.
It is shameful how good sex is with you. You turn him into a mess. He wishes he could tell you how beautiful you are like this. Fucked out of your mind that you are practically incoherent, a gasping mess glistening with beads of sweat. He rolls you both to the side, his seed spilling out of your overly stuffed cunt. You squeeze his knot for every last drop.
He lifts your leg under the knee to fuck you more. All night, in fact. He loves watching your face contort in pain and pleasure. He loves hearing and feeling, every whimper, cry, or blissed wet noise you make. The intoxicating smell of your mingled sex fills his nest. You are a treat for all his senses. He is drooling and growling. When he came again, his seed overflowing and forming a puddle, leaking onto the furs. He drove into you like a wild beast for hours until his knot finally softened.
Your legs are shaking, your used pussy fluttering around him. He licked and cooed over you. He could have sworn he made your eyes cross at one point. Your head is foggy from the overstimulation. Good, maybe you will stop bringing up Maude and the MLA for a while. That was too much to hope for.
You are resentful that Shigaraki is leaving. But you are so excited you get to spend time with Lyra, as he promised. He promised to go get Adam himself. You are willing to take on the responsibility of looking after your younger siblings, but the older ones need looking after too.
With Maude at a different hive, and Adam running around, they won't be able to keep each other grounded. Adam's ambitions might get the better of him. It is at times like these you feel yourself breaking down. It was always Abraham or you, that kept those two from their hubris getting them killed or killing each other. Adam is the smarter of all the siblings. But he is also the most likely to lose control you consider.
Shigaraki is feeding you. You don't know why he insists on feeding you like you are one of the children, but he makes you eat until you are about to burst. As he gets ready to move you to Dabi's nest, you feel compelled to tell him.
"Shiggy," you say to the darkness to get his attention. You see a white blur take shape as his naked body comes into view. He is so pale. Sometimes he looks like a ghost, while other times, like now, he looks like a giant insect. Those red eyes shine in the darkness like hot coals in the fire. Your heart skips a beat because he is terrifying like this. He is bringing clothes to you. Shigaraki has a hard time dressing, his wings always getting in the way and he can't reach the ties in the back.
"Yessss, little mate?" he hisses with unknown anxiety. Fiddling with the necklace. He is tense, and you don't want to add to it. But he should know. You gesture for him to sit down, and you will talk while helping dress him.
"Adam is a real genius. He has a theory that I can't explain, but he wants to streamline the production of crystals in the caves under us," you say, tying a strap under his wing. Shigaraki chuckles, but he is listening to you. So you go on.
"I don't know about the crystals so much, but I understand he wants to expand the waste canals to the Black bog," you state. Shiggy cocks his head in new interest. You tie another strap.
"Black bog is useless land," He rasps. Parts are too bright in the day, and others are too dark to grow anything other than nasty creatures. You brighten with unbridled giddiness.
"They are not, though. We can farm mushrooms and potatoes there as long as we have people to overturn the shit after it is baked in the sun. It makes the best fertilizer, and if done right, it can be made sanitary. Then I was thinking, why not go a little further. If Adam can bring up crystal production, we expand our canals to the mudders and open trade," you beam.
He caresses your beautiful face and smiles as you blush. You look away, suddenly self-conscious.
"When I conquer, can rule the mudders how you wish. Such a sweet little queen," he says. Fluttering under your gaze. You feel another needle of doubt as you press the issue again.
"Forget about the wizards. Adam will bring us more status and boon to the hive than they ever could," you say. Try your hardest to convince him. You are so worried for him. He sees it, and his heart swells for you. He can not let you make him weak when it comes to war and killing. You need to learn to trust him in this. He is your King.
"I can't pass up meeting with astral wizards. I sent Toga, Jin, Mr. Compress, Magne, to find Adam and Imogene. You are killing me. Want mate happy. I will be careful. But I need to go. Will be back," he reassures. He lifts you and takes you to the kids' apartment. It is dark since the kids are fast asleep. You begin to throw a tantrum. You are so pissed at this trickery. You thought he was taking you to Dabi's.
"You said I could see Lyra," you snarled at him. Panting in rage as you sit heavily on the couch. Arms crossed over the chest he likes so much. The sight of your moody, scrunched face makes him want to laugh. But he knows better.
"I no lie. Dabi will bring. But won't be sleeping in the same nest. Regardless, it will only be one night. Want all mates and little larvae nestlings safe, so put here. Larvae no want stay at Dabi's," He states, watching you flush with anger. He leans down to kiss and rub over your round belly. The beast in him was excited to have its needs fulfilled, willing to settle under the surface in contentment.
"So moody. Such an angry little mate. No be mad. When upset, it upset grubs. No worries, little grubbies, mommy is sorry," he patronizes you.
"Don't apologize for me," you huffed. He is trilling and humming to the grubs. Giving you that look that asks, "are you really going to be mean when I'm about to leave?" When he sees you giving in, he pouts for good measure. Sticking out his lower lip, giving you sad puppy eyes, he learned from Jan. You sigh and roll your eyes. He picks you up. Carrying you to the spare nest. Nomu guarded the doors and patrolled the halls of the nest. You are never alone.
"I'm sorry. Come back safe. Better yet, don't go," you say. He gives your belly one last chitter for good luck, satisfied you apologized. He is about to rise and kiss you. But he stills at the response that came back from the grubs. You look at him confused when his expression twisted into a stupid giddy grin you rarely see. If apologizing made him this happy, you might have to rethink your tantrums. You soften.
"Please, come back. I can't do any of this without you. Think of your grubs," you relax. He nods enthusiastically. Turning, his dark wings fluttering like a cape in the dim light. Leaving you in the strange nest alone for the rest of the day. You get up, wide awake and upset. You might as well get started on food prep. The sibling's kitchen is not off-limits to you since it has been made incredibly kid and angry mate proof.
Shiggy thinks of everything. On the dining table are a letter and package. You squeal in delight when you read who it's from. It is from Maude to you. You will read it to all the kids when they wake up. The package is for Shigaraki. Strange it was delivered here instead of your nest. But lately, you both have been spending a lot of time with the kids. You get curious and open that one right away.
"Kurogiri, make sure nothing, and I mean nothing upsets my mate or harms my grubs. I know I can trust you for this," Shigaraki begrudgingly says. Kurogiri was surprised but didn't make a big deal out of it. When Dabi showed up with Lyra and Shoto, Shigaraki was confused. He was expecting more mates.
"The others?" he questioned.
"It's just Lyra and Shoto. I traded the others," Dabi said. That was curious. He traded them? He collected a skilled workforce that made everything for him. He's surprised Dabi gave them up. Shigaraki will ask him about it later.
"Let's grab Spinner and attempt to call the others when we get there. My mate has had dealings with the wizards and says they are not to be trusted," Shigaraki rasps.
"Fine by me. I've been meaning to set someone on fire," Dabi rumbles.
"The astral wizards? Ur is right. They only associate with certain types of magical creatures, and you guys are not it," Lyra sneers. Shigaraki is interested now.
"Then what is their type?" Dabi asks, running his claws through her hair. Lyra took a moment to think about it.
"They like ones that are friendly to humans. Ones who have no magical restraint and absolute conviction. You don't have that," She says to both. This rankled Shigaraki.
"Oh? Is that a fact? I have a human mate and family. I'm very friendly with humans! My magic is strong!" He snarls at her.
"You clearly have emotional baggage. When it comes to magic, your will is your greatest asset, and it is tempered or weighed down by emotional baggage. Dabi, it's double since it's not just emotional but physical. This is more important. They claim to be the advocates of those humans that the Orders have let down. They will not like your years of eating and fucking abducted humans," Lyra snaps and then regrets it. These kinds of outbursts only help these cruel creatures and hurt her.
"Little sister Lyra has been so helpful lately. I let play with my little mate," Shigaraki grins. Lyra lit up with hope. Genuine hope, like a fool forgetting who she is talking to.
"Really?" Lyra asks. Shigaraki nods.
"I keep my word. When we return, you can have plenty of playtime. However, you will not be able to whisper or drip poison in her ear any longer. You have been too helpful to maim or kill, but you will no longer be granted any nest sister rights," He gravels in delight. Lyra's temper flares, and she looks to Dabi to oppose this. Only Dabi is pretending he heard nothing outrageous. That was it for her. Lyra had been cooperative in the hopes it would pay off. So far, all it has done is left her open to Shigaraki's taunts.
"I have been a great alley and sister to you! I deserve those rights! At least let me have time with her while you are away with Kurogiri monitoring!" She shouts. Shigaraki is instantly irked.
"No," he snarls, eyes darting between Lyra and Kurogiri. He wants to know what is going on between these two but now is not the time. Not in front of Dabi, "Keep your voice down. Do not wake Beth. She is still a grub. Her sisters are the only mothers she has because of your kind. I have not forgotten you are of the Order. I have not forgotten you built a tunnel for some unknown nefarious reasons. You had a hand in eliminating another adult in the little one's life. I don't want you upsetting any of my family. Including my very sensitive mate. You always leave a wake of misery for us, little sister." Shigaraki hisses.
Lyra winces at his words and shuts her mouth with a sharp click. Shigaraki is instantly suspicious. Lyra has been too helpful. She reeks of guilt; why? He wonders. Dabi carefully put himself between them.
"Such a paranoid grub. Don't be angry because Lyra is hurt. She lost status. She is only a stupid human. Emotional, social creatures, as you know," Dabi says, stroking Shigaraki's ego lightly while he moves Lyra closer to the confused Shoto. Dabi has worked hard to keep Lyra's limbs. She can be so ungrateful.
"I should have taken an arm. It would have been worth it," Shigaraki grumbles.
"Can I hang out with John?" Shoto asks, interrupting in the human tongue. Shigaraki regards Shoto. He has so much potential as a spy. Too bad he has the personality of a potato. Shoto has not been the best student. The best student was Mabel so far. Shoto only catches a few words they exchanged.
"Up to Dabi," he says. Turning away from them to Kurogiri. Shigaraki is suddenly interested in why Lyra places trust in Kurogiri. He is berating Kurogiri, who acts like he has no clue what he is talking about. It's a reminder to Lyra that Shigaraki is a quick learner. He is starting to get the read of humans better, he's reading Lyra, and that spells her doom. After the Spring celebration, Lyra is terrified. Ur and Shigaraki working together is bad. It also seems you have rubbed off on him. He is able to make allies easier.
"Do not lose your wits," was the only thing Lyra caught Shigaraki hissing at Kurogiri.
"You can if you keep up with your training," Dabi tells Shoto, guiding them to their nest. He tosses them into the same room. He knows Lyra and Shoto won't do anything untoward. He closes and locks the door. He hears her light pounding. This room is far back enough not to disturb Shigaraki's mate.
Kurogiri has left a warp gate open for them. The stench of pig shit is stamped down by the smell of dandelions and nightshade. Kurogiri has placed them outside of the new hive. It was a combination of both species' efforts, and it was beyond expectation.
"The humans are very talented at construction and hive planning. I can barely tell the entrance is there," Shigaraki admired. The platforms are almost invisible in the shadow of an artificial mountain.
"It is nicer looking than our hive, more open, better hidden, made in a short time. Sure, humans have their moments. Speaking of humans, where the hell is, Giran? He is supposed to be here," Dabi snorts. A warp gate opens, and Spinner comes flailing through. He looks around and sniffs at the air.
"It smells like you," Spinner says in surprise. They had just noticed him. Shigaraki helped him up while Dabi didn't bother to move.
"You've been sniffing me, Spinner?" Shigaraki teases. Spinner blushes and yells that Shigaraki just smells.
"Your happiness is gross, Shiggy," Dabi says. He whips his head at him in a fury.
"Only my mate gets to call me that!" He snarls at Dabi. Dabi smirks and is about to retort when a glowing crystal disrupts, "Toga! It's about fucking time."
"We haven't had it easy! We are being hunted by giants!" She snaps.
"I'm alive, by the way!" Adam shouts in the background, sounding winded. Shigaraki wanted more information about what the hell was going on when some smug bastard interjected.
"Greetings, Mothmen! You are speaking to the grand commander of the Magical Liberation Army. MLA for short," an unknown person says. Fuck! He should have listened to his mate. His little human knew about these fools.
"Let's guess. Same astral wizard," Shigaraki rasps in annoyance. There was a pause before he continued.
"You heard of us?" MLA commander asks sweetly.
"My mate has told me," he growls. Another pause, this one radiating contempt over the crystal.
"So, the rumors are true. You stole a human female," was the stern response.
"What you care? She magical only for me. All my little humans are happy. Thought we were going to get along. Why start with us?" he hisses.
"You have been bringing down our reputation the second you started riding on your coattails," MLA Commander accuses.
"Excuse you?" Shigaraki questions. You have used this term with him often enough. He knows it's the right tone for his indignation and ire.
"Three years ago, we set off our propaganda campaign. The recruits you used in your first attack against the Order were ours. You have failed. We have an army of over a hundred thousand, but it would have been bigger had you stayed hidden in the shadows like the monsters you are. Then you commit the crime of stealing defenseless humans! We have the traitor that sold them to you. He has not been too cooperative, but he has made it so we can locate you!" The MLA commander shouts. Both Dabi and Shigaraki laugh.
"Defenseless. Not know, mate. Regardless, you no there for them. We were. Humans love us. You commit worser crime! Now have to say Mate was right! Do you know how long mates hold onto being right?" Shigaraki asks. But it's Dabi who answers.
"Answer is forever," Dabi snarls. He can only imagine what Lyra will be like hearing this.
"Answer is forever! Would know if weren't virgin! You want to beef. You come to farm village. We wait for you," He hisses. Dabi nodded, chittering about how Lyra will bitch and throw this in his face about it for years.
"We will," the MLA commander said before cutting off.
"Shigaraki! We have been running for days trying to lose them, and we can't. What should we do?" Toga's voice cut in.
"I can't get ahold of Kurogiri. They must be preventing that connection," Spinner added. Shigaraki is going to tear the MLA to pieces for this. His little human will be a pissy brat. I told you so. Why didn't you listen? You never listen, Shiggy! He can hear it all now. Fuckers, he promised you he would be gone only a day. Even if he flew at top speed, he wouldn't be back by dawn. A wicked idea occurs to him.
"Toga, come to Ur's village. Bring the giants with you," he instructs.
"We're about to turn this into a massacre," Dabi smirks.
"Well, guess we get to see how fortified the new hive is," Spinner declares with little enthusiasm.
"Yes, let's go see what is in the armory," Shigaraki says, taking flight and heading to the new hive, "Did I tell you guys my sweet little mate is having triplets!" He brags. Dabi snarls, suggesting that he is a liar, while Spinner's mouth drops open.
"How?" Spinner asks.
"Heard three different vibrations today. I have so many little grubs I should expand my nursey," he grins.
You stare at the finger for a long moment. It is a pinky with a ring on it. Your first thought is that a pinky never needs a ring. Lifting it, you see it has a familiar sigil on the gaudy gold ring. You drop it back in the box to read the presumed threat that came with it. It was short and sweet.
TO: Tomura Shigaraki king of the Mothmen
FROM: Magical Liberation Army
Fucking perfect, you think. You recognize the sigil. It's the one that was on the header of the paper your sister used when she wrote you. Giran's. Means your Shiggy flew headlong into a trap. These Mothmen have a bad habit of thinking they are perfect and live in an impenetrable fortress.
"Kurogiri!" you shout for the homunculus until he arrives. Talking slowly in hopes Kurogiri will understand you, you ask to speak to Shigaraki. He tries for you but nothing. This is so bad; the grubs squirm a little.
"What is going on?" One of the kids asked a nest sister, protectively shielding them.
"Get back to bed!" you snapped. Whoever it was, they went crying back to their room. From the sound of it, they were one of your little sisters. You rub your temples. Real classy yelling at the babies, you scold yourself. You swear you will make it up to them if you survive.
"Kurogiri, I need my crown and to see master," you say slowly, showing him the finger in the box.
Kurogiri does as asked immediately. You have the crown next to you on the couch, three of your nest sisters hissing disapproval at you in Master's lounge. You are tempted to get up and look at the titles of the books, but the sisters have three heads firmly planted on your lap to stroke them.
Master walks out with his black mask. You rise to greet him, only to be shoved back down by trilling hissing mothwomen.
"No need. I am so excited to have Shigaraki's mate call on me. According to custom, it is I who should be bowing and scrapping before you," he says, having a seat across from you.
"Well, let's skip that since we are both human, and I'm about to ask for a favor," you say calmly, placing the package on the table between you, "Shigaraki has received a warning from the MLA. Since he has not actually received this warning, they will view his arrival at my village as a challenge. I want to gather our forces and prepare for a possible invasion. However, I am a human female that doesn't know the Mothman language. You have been established here and know the language. Please, Master. I beg for your help."
Master steeples his fingers regarding you. You know you shouldn't be in a hurry. There is nothing that says you are going to be attacked, but your stress is mounting, and the grubs feel like they are fighting like cats in you. Master looks to Kurogiri and says something to him in Moth.
"I instructed him to get you the special tea. It will relax you and the grubs," he says.
"Thank you. That's very kind of you," you say. Master chortles. Chortles at you. If you could slap a man, Master would be right at the top of the list.
"You sound so surprised. I can be very nice. Yes, I will help you. In return, you will spend a few hours every weekend with me," he says. Your fear heightens, and your sister threatens at your feet. They are scared but still willing to die for you.
"Master…I am honored, but it would not be appropriate. Shigaraki would not hear of it. As is, I'm sure I will be punished and called paranoid by my mate," you say quickly. It's the things you don't say. I'm terrified of you. What will you do to me and the grubs in that time?
"Nonsense. It's just human company. I have been bored without some conversation with a pretty young woman. I only require you to talk and have tea with me. Tomura can accompany you, of course. He will not call you paranoid. You will request the aid of the most powerful holders of premonition, which is Nessa and her lot. All of whom have pledged their alliance to you," Kurogiri hands you tea, done the way you like it, and you flick a thank you to him. He hands Master some tea, and he thanks him while continuing. Always time for manners. Master has your undivided attention.
"You are right. Females hold little power even after Tomura's changes. However, there are two things all of them respect. Strength and power. Sometimes they are two different things. You hold most of the power while he is here and all of it when Tomura is away." He says.
That surprised you. You never thought of strength and power being two different things. It was really so basic you are surprised at yourself. Even then, you hate how Shiggy has made your world so small you have to deal with this man. If he allowed you to learn Mothman you could wield some of this power you have.
"I look forward to our weekend conversations," you agree. The tea is warm. The second it hits your belly, you feel a warm vibration in your core. Master knew how to treat a woman. Shiggy won't let you have any fun lately. A terrible thought ran through your head. Of course, you want Shiggy with you on any visit. He is so much more feral in the bedroom when he is jealous.
"I see the tea has kicked in. Then let us proceed," he says, holding out his hand. The sisters snarl and threaten in fear. You finish the last of your tea and look at his hand.
"I am so sorry, Master. I am naïve. The sisters are telling me one thing while I want to make Master happy," you say. The truth is your skin crawls at the idea of touching him.
"I will forgive if you call me AFO from now on," he says.
"Yes, AFO-san," you say. You remember laying in the nest talking of the Master. Shiggy was on the edge of whipping you over the subject. He snarled at you to never see him again. But if you ever do, be on your absolute best behavior. He gripped your face harshly and snarled. Immediately afterward he had cooed and hummed to the grubs. Avoiding your hurt features the rest of the night.
"Aren't you just the sweetest little treat," Master breathed, attempting to stroke your cheek when your nest sisters gave him an overbearing hiss. Fuck, you love them so much. You've never been more grateful for your new family. He beckons you to walk through the warp gate first. When you do, you are at the harem, surrounded by chitters, Mothwomen rubbing your belly and humming. This is so embarrassing.
Explaining the situation for the third time, the mothmen with the upper and the Elites, and the heads of the human construction and blacksmiths. Not all of them are human but most are.
"We don't need no mumbo jumbo. Little Ur says rebuild and fortify the entrance wall, then that is what we shall do," Mr. Duskin says.
"Oh, Mr. Duskin," you are saying when you start crying. Oh gods, again, how embarrassing.
"Now, no need for the waterworks. The baby fog I hear," he whispers, shouts to the others. Everybody seems to know, "Your papa used to brag about how smart you were. So smart you were lazy. Hell, I remember the day he brought you in and proved it. You told six stories in a row. He got a whole round of drinks from us. You don't worry 'bout nuthin little Ur," he said, walking off with pride. Oh no, you remember that day. How mortifying. These Mothmen are educated. The fact you can read makes you a high-level intellect in your village. After meeting Lyra, you are more humbled now.
The Mothmen did not find this amusing or cute.
"Why? Why are you doing as the female asks without proof? Because she can tell stories?" Master translated for the Warlord Zenru. The intensity in the room amped up when Mr. Duskin whirled on him.
"I guess humans are humane. In the dick measuring contest, we win while you don't measure up. When the queen says, hop to it, our love, our patriotism, our loyalty is without question!" Mr. Duskin made a cum throwing motion and walked off with the entire human and Mothman workforce.
"Zenru-san, I understand there are processes and rituals to go through. Our village has been through a lot together that is why they trust me," you say. He gives you a single curt nod and you flick him a thank you. Nessa and the others go through the gestures of predicting the future. When they tell you a fight is coming, your gut sinks. You did not want to be right. This is terrifying. They are going to attack during daylight. Not knowing how many humans are at the hive, it makes perfect sense.
It is decided a human squad for the daylight will be developed, during a night, a division of Mothmen and night creatures. It is the human's job to keep the MLA back until nightfall. After the that, your role was in discussion, and that was decided for you too. You had to pull weight to be notified when the enemy was at the gate. Your nerves are fried from that. Experience. Just remembering it makes you queasy.
"All the human females, along with the children, will be in the most fortified part of the hive. I cannot stress this enough. None of them can escape the hive," you say. The Mothmen stare at you in doubt, but you stiffen your spine and lecture them as you would silly children that can't see the obvious. You sigh, "If even one of the women escapes and reveals our secret military plans, all elements of surprise disappear. As my mate would say, regardless, whether they know about our military plans is moot. The Order will investigate a hive that has this many stolen humans. On another note, we can not allow a single member of the MLA to leave here."
"How they do not know already is quite a feat. King Shigaraki is masterful at restricting information. We agree with the King's request. However, we question your human plans. You want us to slaughter your fellow humans for you? Is that because your kind is too weak?" Zenru asks.
There it was. It's not just that he doubts the humans. You just watched Mr. Duskin de-face the mothmen, and it was quite rude and crude, tit-for-tat. You are fair. But he just gave credit for your proclamation to Shigaraki. We agree? 'They have no respect for you. You are just a slit. If they are not sticking their cock in you, then you are nothing. What kind of queen gets talked down to by their helpers,' You can hear Maude mocking you.
You don't want to deal with this. Shiggy brushed you off, and now you have to deal with this jerk treating you like a lesser. You are going to give Shiggy a piece of your mind when he gets back. You have been humiliated. Your mansion and school burned down.
You have worked harder than you have in your entire life to prepare and keep the entire hive safe as possible. And the man whose job it is to work with you is doubting and insulting all of that. The piles of stress have gotten to you now that this man pissed you off. And this crown is fucking heavy! You snap mentally.
"They are not my fellows, MLA are not my people. You and the rest of the hive members are. This is my family. Are you having doubts about the human's ability to protect our family?" you challenge.
"Yes. You are a bunch of farmers," he snorts. You give him a coy smile.
"Shigaraki told me once that Mothmen don't farm. They take and fuck. It's what your good at," The Mothmen in the room preened and fluffed in pride, "You know what farmers are good at?"
"What, little human?" Zenru asked with genuine curiosity by all the twitches and wing flickers. The females tense. You have spent enough time around them; they know about your moods.
"We grow and reap," you say, flipping the heavy table. Pinning the Mothmen underneath. The Females took advantage and pressed their weight down on the table. Laughing at the males that lay there with a stupid look of surprise on their faces, "This female has brought you to your knees with a table. This female is your queen. Remember that next time you talk down to little humans. I expect to be notified when the enemy is at the gate. Come, sisters. Let them lick their pride."
AFO translated your orders as you left, leaving the details to the professionals. Once out of sight, you puked. That was crazy. The table was heavy. How did you even flip it? You were just that mad. What the hell is wrong with you lately? You wonder. The Sisters and harem women seem immensely proud as they comfort you. AFO has Kurogiri send the women back. A Nomu lifts you to carry you back to your nest. Only you are not back at your nest.
"Zenru ordered you remain with us in the safest bunker in the hive. It appears your family, along with the doctor, will be in our care until Tomura returns. You will be guarded by nest sisters and Nomu like the ruler you displayed yourself to be. Zenru said and I quote, "Keep the fierce little queen safe. We will need her to grow and reap." Zenru seems impressed. Tomura would be extremely proud after he scolds you for upsetting your grubs. Tsk. Have no fear. We will take excellent care of you. After all, we are all family," Master says with a smile in his voice. You have the Nomu set you down.
"Master, I must ask another favor. I need Lyra close to us. If the MLA manage to somehow get to the bunker…… before they can….they spend weeks torturing….before the MLA can hang us, drown us, burn us alive in a public square. Kill the kids and Lyra," you say. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat. Tears spilled again.
"Call me AFO. I raised Tomura like my own. I insist, sweet Shigaraki's mate. The MLA. How tacky. Where will you be?" He asks. You gave him a steely side look.
"I'll pretend I don't know what that means. Do not stress. It upsets the grubs. I will kill them before they can touch us. I can't wait to meet Dabi's mate. I've heard the worst things about her. How exciting," AFO says. He sounds like he's smiling behind that mask too much, you think.
"Kill her if she tries to escape and watch her around Kurogiri. Please AFO-san. She has the kind of information that could ruin Shiggy's plans," you tell him while you are alone.
How cute. Shiggy, hmmm? AFO considers the nickname as the warp gate opens.
This place almost looks like Master's place near your nest except bigger, with a playroom filled with old toys and drawings on the wall. The Nomu sets you on the couch as the kids come in through the warp gate. They freeze when they see AFO. You encourage Shoto and John to usher them into the playroom while the adults have tea with the Master. Most of the nest sisters join them. While your big three remain with you.
Lyra is trembling. Sitting closer to you with every pleasant word that is exchanged. If she could crawl into you, you think she would. Clutching her book, you can see the whites of her eyes and knuckles. Your poor Lyra. A part of you feels like a traitor, but your family and Shiggy come first. You put your arm around her and pull her close. You can't have her trying to escape.
"Lyra? Can you and AFO-san teach me a few words of Mothmen?" you ask sweetly. Lyra can't help but show off her book. After a few critiques of her layout, Lyra eases up and acts like her old self.
"Really Ur, what do you know about creating books," she pouted.
"In truth, not much. But I have read plenty of books, and this is a notebook more than a real book. It's a scrambled mess. But the phonetics are quite amazing," you gush.
"How dare you? You think I'm a bumpkin that will forget the massive insult as long as you toss in a basic compliment," Lyra grumps.
"AFO-san, am I pronouncing this right?" you ask. It goes on like this for a while until everyone is exhausted. Lyra and Shoto are carefully separated from you. Even in the same room, you are not allowed to have a real conversation. You visit the kids. You are sure Jan is the one you yelled at. She is so excited about crayons, so you encourage her to draw you a picture while you apologize.
"I love you, big sister. We will behave, we promised," Jan sniffles. Shigaraki was right. Life is short and miserable. Why are you so hard on them? You tell her not to worry about it that she can be a pretty great little sister, and sometimes to survive behaving makes it harder.
"I can't replace your mother. She was a very nice lady, and I don't think I have it in me to be that nice. But as long as you keep taking your lessons and help your family, I will try to be the best big sister ever," you tell her. Mabel and Jan pounce on you with hugs. Mabel is sneaky, scary quiet.
You look at some of the drawings on the wall. A little mothboy is ripping apart a family. Three members of the Order are in the background. You add this one to your robes. You and Shiggy should get to know each other better. His past looks worse than yours. At least you had Maude. You sigh. You don't want to accept AFO, but at least Shiggy had him.
A night passes. You relax and play with the kids. Teasing John about his latest hairstyle. He growls that all the mothmen are wearing it like this, letting it grow out messy and long like Shigaraki. Peter sings to your grubs while you read Maude's letter. It is pleasant and vague. You knew before you finished this was not written by Maude. None of her markers are there. Adam insisted on it. You keep this to yourself when Jan runs up to you.
"Look, big sister. I drew our family. This one has new big brother in it!" Jan exclaims. You smile, she calls Shiggy big brother, then you flip the drawing. Seeing there is writing on the other side.
"Jan, where did you get this paper?" you asked.
"Adam said I should hold onto Maude's letter cuz I am big brother's favorite. Then he said I should give it if we didn't hear from him. I can't remember for how long he said, though. But I figured since we got the letter from Maude and I needed more paper. I could use it. Big sister, you are shaking? Are you mad at me?" Jan sulks.
Ignoring Jan's long-winded explanation, you read the letter, your rage mounting with each sentence.
"I'm going to fucking kill him," you mutter.
"Who are you going to kill? I don't think I ever heard you use a bad word," Jan asks, looking confused. You look up and do as Maude has taught you. Slapping on a smile and hugging her tight.
"All the bad people. I'm going to kill all the bad people that try to hurt us. I love you, Jan. Thank you for the picture. I love it. I'm going to keep it right here with Big sissy's other letter and big brother's drawing," you say with a huge grin.
You must calm down. This is upsetting your babies; the ones in this room are getting nervous, and the ones in you. You can feel them crying. Be a good mommy. You need to be rational and think. Your heart feels torn in two as your mind spins in blinding fury. You tell them you need to lay down. Peter asks if you need another song. You shake your head.
Can you kill your Shiggy? He has given and taken so much from you. What if you're wrong? The part of you that snaps. That hates deep in your soul screams that you know the truth. Shigaraki killed your Maude. The only mommy you can remember, and he took away her love. You will never feel it again. You can never earn her approval. Never prove that you are special. Tears and blood drip from you in silent rage. Jaw painfully clenched, your teeth ooze blood. You have no idea how long you have been like this when AFO enters.
"Shigaraki's mate, the MLA are at the gates," AFO says.
"Good. I feel like killing," you growl, putting on your crown.
Chapter 19
[Writers notes:
This was such a precious piece of art for me that I am really proud of. Do you feel it? The roller coaster of drama clicking up that steep hill prior to that dark tunnel. My heart is pounding at this stretch. Can you kill your Shiggy? Can you forgive? What will you do next?
I appreciate the love and understanding. It has been rough couple of weeks. Some of my time is freeing up so if anyone has a request for a new chapter or a kink, now is the time carpe them deim's (to ask). I thrive on comments but I get if your shy. I will always be grateful for love or emoji's.]
Chapter 19
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