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shigaraki

FRAGMENTS angst | one-shot | shigaraki x f!reader | 1.2k words

warnings: 13+ , mentions of alcohol, blood, gore, anxiety, death, trauma, ooc shigaraki. summary: the fragmented memories of his deceased lover come back to "haunt" him as he relives the events that lead to her death.

BNHA BOYFRIENDS WHEN YOU'RE DEPRESSED angsty fluff | headcannon | shigaraki x gn!reader , overhaul x gn!reader

warnings: 16+, Depression / Mental Disorders, Implied Nudity, Probably OOC Shigaraki and Overhaul. Harsh-ish Overhaul(?). summary: how villain boyfriends react and try to take care of you when you are feeling depressed.

BNHA VILLAINS WITH THEIR QUIRKLESS S/O

fluff | headcannon | dabi x gn!reader , shigaraki x gn!reader

warnings: 13+, semi-edited, cursing, “weak” reader, quirkless reader, mentions of blood, injuries, knife, possessiveness, fluff.

dabi

BNHA VILLAINS WITH THEIR QUIRKLESS S/O

fluff | headcannon | dabi x gn!reader , shigaraki x gn!reader

warnings: 13+, semi-edited, cursing, “weak” reader, quirkless reader, mentions of blood, injuries, knife, possessiveness, fluff.

CIGARETTES IN THE MORNING 18+ smut | one-shot | dabi x reader | 2k words

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact! fab!reader, female parts, consensual sex, cursing ,dom!dabi, sub!reader, smoking, cum, bruising, fingering, hints of breeding, rough bloody sex…dabi has a stapled, pierced dick. praising, slight degradation, dabi is a gentleman at heart. writer has a piercing kink.

hawks

nothing yet.

overhaul

BNHA BOYFRIENDS WHEN YOU'RE DEPRESSED angsty fluff | headcannon | shigaraki x gn!reader, overhaul x gn!reader

warnings: 16+, Depression / Mental Disorders, Implied Nudity, Probably OOC Shigaraki and Overhaul. Harsh-ish Overhaul(?). summary: how villain boyfriends react and try to take care of you when you are feeling depressed.

how i learn to describe situations/tasks

it isn't anything really impressive.. when you think about writing, you're telling a story of what these characters are doing, so when i go about my daily activities i try to form sentences of what i am doing (in my head of course)! ie: ask yourself, how would a sentence about brushing your teeth form? and maybe even exaggerate it a little too for more interesting plot.

expanding vocabulary

i am also extremely obsessed with checking the education level of my stories. of course, in my means are my works a collegiate level in anyway, but i still want to get above third grade writing LOL. if i see it is a little under, i could change simple words into bigger, more impressive (and they tend to be more descriptive) words. this is why a thesaurus is going to be your best friend. if you look at my search history you will probably see a lot of "what is another word for _____"... sweats.

set the scene!

what is the weather like? is it cold, is it hot? how does the characters feel, what are they thinking? the thing that makes me (and this could just be a personal preference) interested, or disinterested in a story is the scene. if the writer doesn't set the scene or tell about what is going on then i find myself to feel very lost and detached from the story. some of my favorite writers are people who do amazing storytelling and it feels like i can imagine being the character and being a part of that world.

revise by rewriting your work

requests are: open

please refer to this before hitting me up with a request, ask, or before simply approaching my work!

—just because you request a fic/headcannon/etc, does not mean i am obligated to do it! so please do not yell at me if i look past it, i am a crybaby hero-san :c i will do my best to try to write stuff for you, but i am also very busy person.

—i try my very best to keep my writings somewhat gender-neutral, unless specified in the tags, but i would like to say my “reader” tends to come off more feminine, so i am very sorry if my writings are not for you or i do not write yourself correctly when you request something! you can always specify, but there are things i have no knowledge about.

—please be nice! constructive criticism is okay and welcomed, bullying and lashing out because of “i didn’t write your favorite character correctly” is not. all writers have different views and takes on each character, so please do not say “oh this writer wrote ___ better”, i am sure they wrote it well, but i am not them and they are not me. a lot of times fanfic writers are writing, not for monetary gain, but because they love to and want to share it with their readers, so please be kind.

—18+ content, means 18+ content. if you see “18+, do not interact” or “18+, dni”, DO NOT INTERACT! i started off writing sfw work, but i am exploring into 18+ work as well; so well my content may sometimes be minor safe, it sometimes may not be. i will check from time to time if minors are interacting / liking my 18+ work, and if i see a minor liking it—well i am sorry honey but i gotta block you for your safety, so please be careful.

—please read the warnings carefully, i do not want to make anyone uncomfortable and so if you see something that could be a potential trigger to you—avoid it! i try to keep all my writings under “read more” button just to be extra careful, but sometimes it could be bugged so please look carefully! and if there is a trigger i forgot to add onto a warning, please, please let me know—i don’t want anyone hurting from my works (｡•́︿•̀｡)

—my writings may be spoiler free (unless specified), but the things i reblog may not be! so, if you do not read the manga and don’t want to be spoiled, please do not follow me.

i will never write, under any circumstance:

— explicit content for characters under the age of 18.

i have an absolute zero policy for explicit content with minors, ESPECIALLY pedophilia. if i see a pedophilia request, i will block and report you. i do not take pedophilia lightly, and neither does the US government ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ please note, that doesn’t mean i am against writing sfw content for minor aged characters (like deku, bakugo, etc), but the reader will be their age too (if that makes sense)—meaning no 18-year-old with 15-year-old shit. and if i ever were to write explicit content for those characters, they will be aged-up!

other things i probably won’t write:

and nothing against people who do write these things, these are just things that are simply not my cup of tea, or i have no knowledge about.

— character x character ship, unless it is poly with reader

— pegging / rimming / ass-eating

i don’t mind exploring a dominate reader, but idk about pegging that is done by a fem!reader :c

— feces / piss

— bestiality

— mental illnesses that i don’t have adequate knowledge about

— ageplay / petplay / hybrid animals

i don’t mind writing about a puppy!reader / neko!reader, but that is pretty much it.

who i will write for:

don’t see a character? feel free to ask, these are just my personal favorites!

sfw / 18+: shigaraki tomura, dabi, hawks, overhaul, todoroki natsuo.

sfw/ aged-up 18+: midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, shinso hitoshi.

The smell of fresh linen sheets coalescing with the smell of a cigarette freshly being lit wafted in your nose, causing you to stir from your sleep. You groaned and rubbed your half-lidded, bleary eyes, inviting the warm rays of light to temporarily blind your peripheral vision. You winced at the sudden affect and buried your head back into the soft, pillow-y cloud beneath you.

You heard the voice of a male, deep and raspy, chuckling as he inhaled the carcinogenic stick, causing it to crackle. He exhaled immediately, diluting the fresh morning air with more tobacco smoke.

“Mornin’ baby,” the husky voice slurred, his sapphire eyes lazily staring at your bare figure, causing him to smirk triumphantly and puff another round of smoke from his cigarette.

Fuck, you looked so beautiful naked; your silky-smooth skin ruined by sweat and cum that dried on your body and glistened in the sunlight. Bruises and bite marks swelled around your thighs, hip, and neck, the once red mark turning a now purplish color. All those markings indicating that you were spoken for—that you were his.

He exhaled loudly, reaching for your ass, and palming it with his stapled hand.

You jumped at the sudden cold metal contact your skin was met with, but as his digits kept rubbing and massaging your cheek, you melted back into the bed, your soft lips parting into a content sigh, causing him to smirk at the sight of your body softening from his very touch.

The raven-haired man hummed in enjoyment; his cold, calloused fingers found themselves moving down from your butt, and spreading a part your cheeks as his hands meticulously searched for your bruised labia. He let out another puff of smoke, one hand holding his cigarette, and one rubbing your pussy—the tip of his finger, ever-so-slightly, going in and out of your entrance.

A whine fell from your lips, your mind in a sluggish and hazy state—still trying to wake-up from yesterday’s events.

“Dabi, why you always s’horny?” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow that covered your face.

“Hush doll,” he responded, drawing out the L, “m’just tryna make you feel good.”

You stopped questioning him after that and allowed him to continue to his work, making grin in victory.

Dabi look one last inhale of the cigarette in his left hand before reached for the ashtray that laid on top of the nightstand, and smashed the butt into it, extinguishing the embers. He then proceeded to shift over to you, his legs straddling your body, and hands carefully grabbing your waist.

“Baby I’m gonna turn you over, okay?” He coaxes, the rough skin of his fingers rubbing into you.

“Noooo, it’s too bright,” you protested, your hands grabbing ahold of the fabric beneath you.

He continued to do so despite your complaining; gently turning you, along with the pillow that you gripped onto, over. He chuckled at the sight of your childish antics and tried to tug the cushion, that now laid on your face, off. Your grip was no matched for the man that laid on top of you, and you eventually complied.

“That’s it, there’s my baby,” he cooed, a toothy grin smugly plastered on his face.

His breath hitched as he took a closer look at the sight that laid beneath him.

You could feel his cobalt stares, making you feel small and meek. Your hands covered your face sheepishly and your thighs clenched together, causing the cum from yesterday’s antics to ooze out and drip onto the crinkled bedsheets. You could feel the liquid coming out of you and you whined in embarrassment.

Dabi raised an eyebrow in amusement and arched himself closer to you, one of his hands gripping the headboard, supporting his body from falling onto yours. “Come on baby,” he tsked, his face so close to yours that you could the smell his breath—a blend of mint with tobacco. “You know you have to keep all my cum inside of you or it’ll be no good.” His once vibrant, sapphire eyes darkening in arousal and lust for you.

You gulped, moving your fingers down to the entrance of your hole to stop his cum from leaking out, and hung your head down low like a dog that just got scolded.

“M’sorry Dabi,” you sheepishly said.

Dabi looked at you greedily. He loved how submissive you were for him, always quick to apologize and own up to your mistakes. He loved you, his perfect little cumdump, and his little cumdump slut deserved to be rewarded for being so obedient.

He gave you a pat on the head before slinking himself down lower to face your clit, “Is my baby gonna to spread those legs for me?” He asked, in which you complied.

He smirked and lifted your aching legs on top of his shoulders so he could get a better view of your pussy. “My doll has such a pretty pussy, don’t they?” He hummed, “So pretty and---” he said, his sentence being cut off by him licking your aching hole, his tongue piercing adding more friction, causing you to arch your back in pleasure. “—and so wet for me.” As soon as he finished his sentence, he plunged his finger into your warm entrance and continued to lick and suck your clit in unison.

You let out quiet mewls from the overstimulation of your pussy. “Dabi, m’gonna cum,” you breathed out, grabbing fistfuls of his raven hair for support.

Right at you were about to come to your high, Dabi pulled away and chuckled darkly, “Is my baby is getting off on me lapping up my own night-old cum?”

You whined in protest, lust and frustration clouding your eyes. “Dabi, don’t stop, it felt s’good.”

“You can’t cum yet baby,” he cooed.

He got up from his spot and hovered himself on top of you again. He looked at you seductively before crashing his lips into yours, biting down on your bottom lip and bruising it with his teeth. You could taste the remainders of his salty cum that mixed with the metallic taste of blood on your lips, making you feel parched.

“I want you to suck me,” he whispered as he parted from your lips, not asking, but commanding you to do so—which you joyfully complied, and you both shifted your bodies so you could.

You stared at the monster that was his cock. You have seen it plenty of times before, but you could never shake off how big it was in comparison to your hand that was wrapped around it. It was such a pretty cock, and veiny too; the healthy skin was so smooth in comparison to his burned areas. You still loved his patchwork though, even if his staples made your pussy bleed and swell, the intense feeling of those ridges and bumps gave you was like no other—it was ecstasy.

You smacked your lips greedily and moved your mouth closer to his size. You started with little kitten licks on his pretty, pierced tip. Swirling your tongue on it ever-so-slightly, making sure that you gave extra love to that industrial barbell piercing he had, causing him moan in euphoria. You took that as a sign to keep going, licking his entire 8-inch shaft up and down before taking half of his length lazily into your mouth.

“That’s it doll! Make my dick all nice and wet for your pussy,” he praised, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as he forced your mouth deeper and deeper onto his shaft. You winced at his staples slicing your lips, but you continued to comply, staining his dick with your blood.

“You feel so good baby.”

Once he got close enough to his edge, he pulled away from you and he grabbed your hips, bringing them closer to his. You could feel the erection of his hard dick pressing up against your ass. You squirmed under his tight grip—your pussy dripping with arousal.

“Tell me you want it baby, tell me how badly you want my dick to rip you apart.” He slurred, his hand spreading your cheeks apart as he rubbed the tip of his dick against your inner labia and entrance—his precum wetting the already soaking area.

“I want you Dabi!” You blurted out, “I need you s’bad, I need you to fill my pussy with your cock.”

“You gonna be a good little baby and take all my cum?”

You nodded submissively in response.

Dabi was always impatient when it came to the actual deed. He could get you all nice and wet and prepare you, but once it came time to put his dick inside of you, he doesn’t wait, he slams all 8-inches immediately—never giving you time to get used to his size.

You let out a choked yelp, your eyes tearing up at the feeling of your pussy being split apart. “D-Dabi, it hurts!” You cried, tears and sweat falling down your cheek as grasped the bedsheets beneath you thinking that it would help the sudden pain. However, the pain was soon replaced with pleasure, and your grip softened as he kept thrusting inside of you.

His rough, Frankenstein-esque skin collided against yours, sharp points of his stapled dick bruised and tore you apart as he kept hammering down onto your swollen pussy. His movements were rapid, but deep, making sure that every time he collided into you, you would take it all, not missing a single inch of his pierced dick inside of you.

And fuck, you felt so good, the feeling of your tight, wet pussy clamping down on his hardened cock was enough for him to roll his eyes backward, his hips rutting into you lazily as he started to move in a zombie-like rhythm.

“You like that baby?” He growled with a sadistic grin, grabbing a hold of your hair, and tugging on it, “you like my fucking cock beating and blooding your pussy?”

You made a pathetic mewl in response; your mind drunk from the pleasure of his girth bruising your cervix repeatedly. The heat of your sex kept rising inside of you as he continued to hit your pleasure spot and you knew it would soon boil over.

“Dabi, m’gonna cum!” You cry, your body buckling beneath him.

His thrusts gained more momentum when you said that, making sure that your pussy got a ruthless beating when you came. “Cum for me baby, let me feel you cum!” He encouraged, continuing to hit your special spot.

Your mouth flew open as you orgasmed on his cock, crying his name for all to hear down the hall. He could feel your walls clenching as you came on his dick, it was almost painful how tight it was, causing him to groan as you constricted on him even more. He kept going until he felt he was about to reach his own peak.

“Come on baby, tell me you want me to cum in you,” he whispered in your ear, “Tell me how much you want it.” “Please Dabi, please give me your cum!” You cry out, your body still shaking from your orgasmic high. “I need it s’bad.”

“Yeah? Want me to put a baby in you, doll?” He snarled, ramming his hips into you one last before releasing his sticky, hot cum up your pussy. You could feel it shooting up inside of you, filling you up and satisfying your tummy.

Once you both came out of your highs, you collided together on the bed, both of your bodies marred with sweat, blood, and cum—out of breath and hazed from the sex.

“You want a cigarette?”

❝dabi

When Dabi first met you, he thought you were useless. In his eyes he thought getting to know you would just be pointless and he didn’t understand why Shigaraki allowed you to join the league in the first place either. However, it was the little things that you did that got him to soften up on you and become putty in your hands.

The way you nervously bit your soft lips and knitted your eyebrows together in concern when you saw him beaten up and bloodied after a fight, sent butterflies to his stomach. How you displayed your worries; frantically grabbing a med kit and doing your best to patch him up, and despite not knowing anything about first aid, the fact that you tried tugged at his heart and reminded him of his own mother—gentle, light touches and acts of kindness.

It was not long until he became hooked under your spell, constantly seeking you out for affection. He would sneak up behind you, his warm arms wrapping around your body, fitting together like a perfect puzzle. He would nuzzle into your neck, peppering kisses that caused you to scrunch up your face and squirm under his firm hold because it tickled. His lips would curve up into a gentle smile as he whispered in your ears that he vowed to protect you from any harm that may come your way.

Dabi made it his duty to protect you. He knew you were capable of doing things yourself, but he couldn’t help but feel the need to freak out every time you cut vegetables with a knife and bathe on your own. In his eyes, all those things could lead to you getting hurt, so he did them for you when he could.

He cursed the man who hated you in the past, cursed him for treating you like dirt and making your life difficult, however he was grateful, that despite all his wrongdoings, you never ran away from that man. He would lay down his life if it meant you were safe from any harm.

And he would be a damned man if an enemy found out his true weakness was you.

❝shigaraki

Shigaraki never bothered himself with people, sure he had his comrades and alliances, but he tended to keep to himself.

That was, until he got to know you.

You were a lower ranked member of the League of Villains. You had nothing special about you but Giran admired your spark and that is why he brought you to the hideout. When he first met you, Shigaraki looked at you in distaste and dismissed you the moment you mentioned you had no quirk, but you kept persisting, you mentioned how you were trained in first aid and knew how to cook and clean. You kept barking on and on that Shigaraki eventually complied to get you to “shut-up before he decayed you”. Your vibrant-hued eyes widened in excitement and you bowed thanking him for giving you a chance saying that “you wouldn’t let him down”.

And you definitely never did let him down.

You were always so kind and affectionate towards him and everyone else in the league. You didn’t treat anyone like a monster and were not disgusted by the blood stained on their hands, in

fact you would wipe their hands gently and meticulously saying “you don’t want to eat with all this gunk on them”.

And you treated him no differently either, despite knowing that one wrong touch could mean dust for you, you would still grab his hand and patch up any injury that he sustained on them. A light dust of pink would rise on his face at this gesture, he was never used to the feeling of someone touching his hands, unless it was him doing it purposely, so he relished in how your hands carefully brushed against his.

It wasn’t long until he fell head over heels for you and you the same.

He knew how dark and cruel this world was to people like him, and you were the only light and saving grace he had left.

He made sure that you were always protected and kept safe. Shigaraki would make sure that nobody would harm you and if they even tried to touch a single hair on your head, they were dust.

The way he saw it was you were the prince(ess) in the castle, fragile and vulnerable, and in this game it was his duty to protect you from anyone who may try to separate you from him.

He was not going to lose you to some damn NPC.