| In Which Touya Likes When You Say His Name

⸻ 𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 | in which touya likes when you say his name

“…Dabi, please.”

Touya loved the way you said his name, the way your voice hitched as he hit that spot that makes you clench around him.

“There you go, that’s it.”

He loved the way you whimpered his name when it was too much, how you sounded so close to tears from the overstimulation.

“Keep saying my name, princess. I need to hear it.” His voice raspy and cocky, you could hear the slight lilt in his tone. His hips rut against yours, pressing in deeper feeling your nails claw down his back and your thighs wrap tighter around his waist.

It spurs a chuckle out of him, something playful when he watches your gaze fall. “C’mon princess…what’s my name?”

He starts to slow down, making you desperate. “Dabi, please!”

His hand pulls your gaze back to him, he presses his lips to yours relishing in the feel of your lips against his before he pulls back. He keeps the same pace as before and it’s maddening, “When it’s just us…say my name, doll.”

You knew what he wanted, what name he wanted, no, needed to hear. “Fuck, mm, Touya…”

So breathless, so whiny, how beautiful it was to hear you call out his name.

🗒️: enjoy this small drabble as a thank you for 1.8k!! that’s honestly so crazy but anyways!! enjoy!

Hi Katsuki would be super nice to you when you’re high.

Your head is airy, and you have a dumb (and cute) smile on your face as your gaze gets hazy.

“Katsuki, did you know that I’ve only lied to my parents once in my life?”

Katsuki was setting up Minecraft, clicking to add your controller to his counsel on the floor. You were snuggled up on the couch, so high off your ass.

“What was the lie baby?” Katsuki didn’t smoke, but didn’t care if you did. He knew when the devils lettuce was hitting because your voice got smaller and you couldn’t stop blushing at him.

“I lied and told them that I never smoke weed!” It’s funny to you, and your laugh is airy.

Katsuki sits back to watch you, smirking.

“You’re such a bad girl.” Katsuki bursted out laughing when your little pot head took a bit to catch his words, and your dramatic gasp was poorly late.

“Katsuki Bakugou!” You squealed, laughing and covering your mouth with your blanket.

🍃 Katsuki would sit back and listen to your train of thought just run

🍃he’d pretend he was annoyed when you overwhelmed him with forehead kisses because he was just so handsome!

🍃he watched every single “funny” tik tok you come across and agrees it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen

🍃liked how you’d be blushing so bad when he caught you staring at him

🍃wouldn’t give you snacks for munchies thou… he doesn’t like how you just eat until you feel sick

🍃made your ass stay home, you were vulnerable and he didnt want your high to be a bad time

🍃he doesn’t smoke, but he supports your decision to and he tries to ensure your time high is fun and would never take advantage of you

🍃okay that’s it 😭 leave me alone 😅

Y'all think this is the same shirt?

complaining about your period // smau

a/n: this is suggestive! was not expecting it to take this turn when i was making this but im enjoying it lmao

hawks, tenko, dabi

hi!! for the prompts: 8 & 28? :D i've only recently found ur shiggy fics and i love them all!! i can't wait to read more from you!! 💗

Hi there! Thank you so much for sending me this prompt. This one is set in an AU I've been kicking around for a little while, with the potential to turn into a longer fic one day -- Shigaraki x reader, no quirks/high school au, zombie apocalypse. I'm still taking prompts from this list if you or anyone else would like to send me another!

'shielding the other one with their body' + ‘feeling for each other in the dark’

“Don’t look.” Shigaraki stands squarely between you and whatever lies half in, half out of the classroom. You try to step around him, and he steps back in to block your view. “Hey. What did I just tell you? Don’t look.”

“Just because I’m a girl, you think I can’t –” Rage and stress make you incoherent enough as it is, but beneath it all is fear. Fear because you’ve come to a stop. Fear because you know they’re here somewhere, but you don’t know where, and in the bloodshed that’s unfolded in the halls of your high school since this morning, you’ve learned to fear silence as much as noise. “I can handle it. Let me see –”

“You think it’s because you’re a girl? I wish I hadn’t seen it,” Shigaraki snaps at you. “If I didn’t want to see it, you don’t want to, either.”

For some reason, that argument works on you. “Do you know who it was?”

Shigaraki glances over his shoulder. His jaw clenches, and he looks away fast. “A teacher, maybe. Whoever they were, there’s not enough left of them to reanimate.”

“Good.”

The words feel wrong even as they leave your mouth, but you mean them. With your survival looking increasingly unlikely, the best thing you can hope for is that you don’t come back after you’re killed. “Good,” Shigaraki says. “Let’s go.”

You nod, and inch past the doorway, careful of where you step, avoiding the smears of blood along with everything else. Shigaraki keeps blocking your view the entire way. You’ve been switching off who leads the way, and now it’s your turn. You hold your hand out behind you for the mirror you’ve been using to check around corners and Shigaraki passes it to you, his fingers brushing over yours in a way that would have made your heart skip a beat this morning. Now, with night falling soon, there’s no room left inside you for a stupid crush. All the space is take up by the knowledge of just how quickly things can go wrong.

It started in chemistry class. Everything was fine until chemistry class, even though it’s Valentine’s Day and Valentine’s Day is the worst day of the year for almost everybody. You and your friends did the traditional single-girl chocolate swap, but you brought another small box with you, in case you got up your nerve. And you did. Instead of leaving it in your backpack to be forgotten or in front of his locker to be stolen, you set it down at your lab partner’s seat before he got there.

Shigaraki Tomura isn’t a nice guy. He’s older than you, courtesy of being held back a year sometime in middle school, and while he has friends, every last one of them has a reputation just like his. When you were paired up with him for chem lab at the beginning of the year, most people felt sorry for you, and they said so. But you were determined to make the best of it, not to get off on the wrong foot, and so you were friendly. It took two months for him to start being friendly back.

Maybe that was why you risked the chocolate. You remembered a conversation early on, both of you complaining about couples hanging out in the hallways and blocking you from getting your shoes back, and he’d mentioned something about Valentine’s Day being even worse – everybody and their cat gets chocolate, and I just have to look at it. Writing is your best subject. You read between the lines. And you decided to bring him something way before you admitted you had a crush.

You weren’t sure how you were expecting him to react. Confusion, or interest – you hadn’t signed your name, and if someone gave you chocolate, you’d want to know who it was. But Shigaraki guessed right away that it was you, and when he turned to you, all you could see on his face was rage. It took you three minutes to get your bearings, to respond. Three minutes was enough to get you both sent to the principal’s office.

And it’s a good thing you were there, wasn’t it? In an office with a door that locked and a closed-circuit TV, so when you heard the first screams, you could look into and see exactly what was happening. Your school was devolving into a mess of blood and bodies, and while you refused to say the word, Shigaraki wasn’t shy about it. They’re zombies, he said. And then: We’re fucked.

You made up your mind right then that the two of you were going to survive – and that you were going to finish up the stupid fight you were having in chem class – but as the day’s worn on, it’s gotten harder to hide the truth. The two of you can sneak around the school. You can scavenge food and makeshift weapons. You can use the zombies’ sensitivity to sound to draw them away from wherever you’re trying to go. But you’re still trapped inside the school. You have no idea what conditions are like on the outside, because the school WiFi’s been shut down, and the building’s a dead zone on its best day. And you’re running out of places to go.

Right now you’re moving from the music room, where you spent the afternoon, up into the higher reaches of the building. Going up feels like a bad idea, except the upper levels have fire escapes, which means any room with a window has a way out. You can figure that out in the morning. It’s almost nightfall, and the power’s out. If you and Shigaraki don’t hurry up, you’ll be fumbling your way through a school full of zombies in the dark.

You check around the corner with the mirror. It looks like a straight shot to the stairs, except there’s a couple of zombies knocking around on the landing below your current floor, too clueless to climb up without something to draw their attention. You beckon Shigaraki forward to look into the mirror with you. “Too much open space,” he says, his chapped lips pressed to your ear. “There’s another staircase.”

“On the other end of the school. It’s too far.” You can’t face picking your way back through the sea of bloodstained classrooms the two of you have already crossed. “If we cross –”

“No.”

“If we cross the hall and throw something back the way we came, they’ll clear out and we can go along the wall. As long as we’re quiet –”

The instant the word leaves your mouth, a distant scream pierces the air, and your stomach clenches with horror. There was someone else alive in here – someone else, who’s about to be murdered, and whose cries for help have jarred the zombies on the landing into motion. “Fuck,” Shigaraki mumbles in your ear. “Your idea. Let’s go.”

In the thirty seconds or so it takes the zombies to fumble their way up the stairs to your floor, you and Shigaraki cross the hallway and glue yourselves to the opposite wall. You’ve figured out by now that the zombies don’t see too well. When they pass by, you hold ridiculously still, barely even breathing, and as soon as they round the corner, both of you bolt for the stairs. The stairs are covered in bookbags, backpacks, coats, water bottles, even phones – anything someone would have dropped as they ran for their lives.

You’re careful with where you step, worried not just about sound but about whatever you put weight on sliding out from underneath you. Shigaraki’s not as careful, and it costs him. He stumbles on the strap of a backpack, turns his ankle, curses as he kicks free. The thump of the backpack as it tumbles a few steps down the stairs makes you cringe, but there’s something even worse – a metal water bottle, rolling from the edge of one step. Shigaraki lunges for it, misses. You go for it, and you don’t miss.

But Shigaraki’s off-balance, and with his ankle turned, he can’t catch himself without making noise. A cascade of backpacks and water bottles tumbles down the stairs, jangling and clattering as they go, and you freeze. So does Shigaraki. If there are zombies on the upper floor, you’re both dead, but you don’t hear footsteps above you. What you do hear are the stumbling groans and thuds of zombies coming from every other direction.

You need them to keep going every other direction. You adjust your grip on the water bottle and throw it as hard as you can down the hall, listening to it clang against the tile floors. That should distract them at least a little. Long enough for you and Shigaraki to get to the upper floor. You reach out, offering to help him up the stairs, but he smacks your hand away and gets to his feet on his own.

The two of you can’t use the mirror to check what awaits you at the top of the stairs, but it’s quiet. Shigaraki’s taller, so he stands up straight, peering into the hallway. “Nothing,” he says, when he drops back down at your side. “All the doors are open. We can pick a room.”

The upper floor is weirdly quiet, weirdly empty, weirdly clear of bodies and blood. It’s like everyone got up and left at once. Every time you peer into a room, you expect a nightmare to leap out at you, but the only things moving through the hall are you and Shigaraki. It’s creeping Shigaraki out, too. “Where did they go?”

“We heard the fire alarm go off. People on the top floor would have evacuated down the stairwells.” You remember this morning’s screams, and the way the fire alarm howled for an hour before falling silent. “The zombies wouldn’t have had a reason to come here. How about this one?”

Shigaraki peers into the room you picked. “It’s tiny.”

“It’ll be easier to keep warm,” you say. He gives you a weird look. “The power’s out. The heat will be, too. This has a window and a fire escape.”

“The door doesn’t lock.” Shigaraki turns the handle this way and that. “We’ll barricade ourselves in.”

“We should check the classrooms first,” you say. “People leave their backpacks in a fire drill. Maybe somebody left some food.”

Your idea was to split up, to check the classrooms one at a time, but Shigaraki follows you, and the two of you pick over your dead classmates’ belongings mostly in silence. Shigaraki collects food and water, and you do the same, although you add in other things that might be useful. Portable chargers, assuming any of them are charged. Medicine – allergy pills, ibuprofen, band-aids. A spare pair of socks, a pencil pouch with tampons and panty liners, a toothbrush and toothpaste. The only things you don’t touch are the packages of chocolate your classmates left behind.

Shigaraki doesn’t ask questions until you’re back in your chosen room, the door barricaded and the spoils from your looting spread out on the floor between you. “What did you grab that for?”

“Stuff we’ll need. For when we get out of here.”

Shigaraki scoffs. “You think we’re getting out of here? They left us. They don’t care what happens to us. Once the military gets its shit together they’ll burn this place to the ground.”

“So we’ll get out before then,” you say. “Why did you grab all that food if you think we’re just going to die?”

“We might as well eat good until then.” Shigaraki pokes at a bag of chips, then grimaces. “These are gonna be loud.”

“Maybe that’s how we sort them. Quiet stuff first.” You start rearranging the supplies, and Shigaraki helps without arguing. Outside the window, the sun is setting fast. “We want to be ready to go in the morning.”

“Go where?” Shigaraki shakes his head. “Even if we make it down the fire escape, we’re just going to land in the bushes. Every zombie in the school will hear that.”

“The bushes are right by the student parking lot,” you say. Shigaraki looks up. “How fast can you hotwire a car?”

“Do you think I was in a gang or something?”

“Do you know how to or not?”

“I can do it.” Shigaraki glances out the window, grimaces. The room is so dark that you can barely make out his expression in the dark. “Let’s say we make it that far. Where do we even go?”

“Anywhere,” you say. “Anywhere’s better than here.”

Shigaraki could argue with you. You even know what he’d say – something about how a zombie outbreak would be even worse in a city, how there are plenty of places the two of you could go where you’d be fucked even worse than you are right now. But he doesn’t argue with you. Instead he slides an energy bar across the floor to you. It’s one of the ones you like, one he’s probably seen you eat dozens of times. You didn’t realize he paid attention to stuff like that.

You pay attention, too. You hand him a package of the cookies he always gets from the vending machine, and the two of you settle down to eat in silence.

You’re both night owls – you know that, courtesy of messaging him late about projects and getting an almost instantaneous response – but without light and with the need to save your phone batteries, both of you settle down early. The door’s firmly barricaded. The only other way out is the window and the fire escape, and zombies can’t climb, which means you and Shigaraki are as safe as it’s possible to be. It’s safe for you to fall asleep.

Your mind knows that, but your body doesn’t. Every inch of you is humming with adrenaline, your limbs shaky instead of sure, and no matter how safe your current hideout might be, you know the world outside isn’t. Shigaraki’s right. Where are you going to go, if the two of you manage to get out of here? The zombie virus always spreads, even in zombie movies with happy endings. How many high schools is it in now? How many towns? Even if you live to be a hundred, you’ll never forget what you saw here. What you heard. What you smelled. But you won’t live to be a hundred. You’ll die. Probably tomorrow.

Even though you picked the smallest room to hole up in, the cold still seeps in. Two people’s body heat isn’t enough, especially not when you’re sleeping on opposite sides of the room. But there’s no way you’re cuddling up to Shigaraki in the middle of the night. Given how he reacted to the chocolates you gave him, he’d probably kill you for suggesting it. Why did he react like that, anyway? You never got an answer.

A hand brushes across your shoulder and you startle so badly that your heart goes still in your chest. “Don’t do that.” Shigaraki’s voice is barely a rasp. “You’re cold, too. If you freeze to death I’m never getting out of here.”

“I thought we were dead anyway.” You feel Shigaraki inching closer to you across the tile floors and make what’s probably a stupid decision. “Why not? I guess you need somebody to throw to the zombies to slow them down.”

“Why, so I can make it another five feet on my own? Not worth it.” Shigaraki settles in beside you, until you’re lying back to back. You’re pretty sure that you have to get closer to share body heat with any effectiveness, but you’re not going to say a word. “It’s better to be on a team. I could do a lot worse.”

The urge to ask him about the chocolate boils up again, but it’s faint, transient. There’s something more important you need to ask. “Shigaraki, I need you to promise me something. If I get bitten –”

“I know. Put you out of your misery.” Shigaraki yawns. “I can do that.”

“No,” you say. “That’s not the kind of movie we’re in.”

“Then what? I’m supposed to drag you with me until there’s a cure?”

You grit your teeth. “I need you to promise me,” you try again. “If I get bitten – just let them eat me.”

Shigaraki coughs. “What?”

“Just let them eat me,” you say. You feel strangely calm. “If you kill me after I’m bitten, I’ll come back as one of them. The only way I won’t is if my body’s too damaged to reanimate. So don’t try to save me. Just let them finish it. Save yourself.”

The silence in the small room is deafening, broken up only by the sound of your breathing and the wind outside. Is what you asked of Shigaraki really that big of a deal? You’re not asking him to do it himself, just to let nature take its course. “No,” Shigaraki says after a silence so long that you thought he might have fallen asleep. “Fuck that.”

“Shigaraki –”

“I said it’s better to have a team. My team is you.” Shigaraki rolls over next to you, then yanks at your shoulder until you do the same, and you’re nose to nose in the dark. “I don’t abandon my teammates. We’re getting out of here. Tomorrow.”

His eyes are clear, locked on yours. You look away. “You’ve changed your tune.”

“You were the hopeful one all day. It’s my turn,” Shigaraki says. He yawns, turns his head to hide it in his elbow without lifting his hand off your shoulder. “Go to sleep before you get any other dumb ideas.”

There’s no way you’re going to be able to sleep face to face with him. You roll over again, putting your back to him, and shut your eyes, ordering yourself not to open them until morning or until something important happens. And something important does happen – or at least, something that would have felt important this morning, before the end of the world. Some stretch of time later, Shigaraki’s arm falls deliberately over your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

MHA Characters W/ Teen Reader (Platonic)

Dabi X Reader, Keigo Takami X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Kai Chisaki X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyy, so I was wondering if you could do a teen! Reader with Dabi, Keigo Tomura, and Overhaul platonic, who kind of got taken in by them after being kicked out of the house and now see them as father figures? Tyy

Warning: Neglect, Homelessness, Abuse (emotional mostly), Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome???

*Part 2*

Dabi

🔥 The first time that Dabi saw you, you were left at the park because your parents had forgotten you, he remembered watching as you looked around helplessly, you were 5 at the time, eventually they realised and came back for you. 🔥 The second time he saw you, you were sitting on your own while your parents fawned over your younger sibling, cooing and asking them to show off their quirk, that was the first time that Dabi spoke to you. 🔥 The third time he saw you, you were actually looking for him, your parents again had left you to your own devices, they didn’t notice when you wandered over to the skate park attached and found him loitering in the corner, where you spent the whole time. 🔥 The time that you finally decided to go with Dabi, he had offered a few times, telling you that your parents were never going to appreciate you the way that you wanted and you were better off forgetting them, but you finally took him up on the offer when they told you that you were never going to be anything them considering your weak quirk. 🔥 Dabi doesn’t actually know what it was that possessed him to take in a child, maybe it was what your parents said, maybe it was the quirk you had or maybe it was just that you reminded him of himself and decided to give you a chance. 🔥 Your quirk allowed you to put things in a pocket dimension that only you could access, you unfortunately could only extend that to inanimate objects which was why your parents thought that it was useless, however people became inanimate after they had stopped breathing. 🔥 Dabi at first thought that he’d be over it in a couple of months but the more that he taught and the more time that you spent together, he found it harder and harder to walk away from you. 🔥 You hide a number of weapons in your dimension, as well as anything that you stole, cherished or straight up just didn’t want to carry. 🔥 Dabi never said anything but he definitely kept an eye on you when you interacted with anyone that he didn’t trust. 🔥 “Kid, be more careful, I know that you can take care of yourself but no one around here is worth the trouble that would cause.”

Keigo Takami

🪶 Keigo found you on a rescue mission, they had actually come looking for all of your family but you were the only one that arrived in time to save. 🪶 He assumed that they wanted to sell you given the fact that your quirk mirrored the abilities of a Gorgon, one look and you could turn someone to stone, when he got there he attempted to take the blindfold and you fought him before telling him that he couldn’t he’d be a statue. 🪶 After taking you back, the doctors and nurses quickly found that you wouldn’t talk to anyone and as a last ditch effort they brought Hawks back in. 🪶 Turns out that given the fact that he was the one that saved you, he was the only one that you trusted enough to talk to. The commission decided that you would live with him until they felt that you were ready to re-enter society (become the same type of hero he was). 🪶 On your first birthday with him, he got someone to make you a pair of glasses that allowed you to see the world without turning people to stone, he had honestly never been so happy. 🪶 He remembered at the end of the day he asked what your favourite colour was and you told him it was the red of his wings. 🪶 He took you shopping for the first time and if you get easily overwhelmed then you might fight that his earphones end up over your ears to help you filter out unnecessary noise while you chose some new clothes. 🪶 Given the fact that some hawks eat snakes, his more animal instincts weren’t all for the idea of you having a pet snake but given the fact that your quirk gave you an affinity for them he found a way to get over it. 🪶 He remembers the day that you became more like father and child, he came home completely exhausted but tried to keep smiling and you reminded him of something that he said to you. 🪶 “Sometimes it’s braver to not be okay, kid, I save you every time.”

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 Neither of you really know how it happened given the fact that Shigaraki usually kills everything without a second thought, he recognises that he probably should when you wander into the bar. 🤚 The first thing he asked was where your parents were and your answer ade his blood boil. They had thrown you out because your quirk manifested and they really weren’t a fan. 🤚 That was when he asked what your quirk was and you asked him for something that he didn’t care about being broken, you then showed him your quirk molecular combustion, much like him you had a deadly touch. 🤚 At first it was agreed that you would be a good asset and that was the end of it, however as you grew up with him he became more attached. 🤚 You make him realise how messy he is, when he walks around complaining about something only for you and Kurogiri to tell him that he was the one that was responsible. 🤚 Teaches you how to fight and defend yourself as well as controlling your quirk and by the time that you were 15 you were his most trusted ally, if only because he had basically raised you himself. 🤚 You are literally the only person that is allowed to touch him and considering both your quirks it confuses everyone that knows you. 🤚 If you want to go back and make your parents pay for the way that they treated you, he won’t stop you in most cases he’d probably encourage the behaviour. 🤚 You guys are very rarely apart, he didn’t actually like having you out of his sight, you’ve been around for 10 years and even suggesting that you could go undercover triggers him, because you aren’t disposable. 🤚 “You're worth more than the moves you make, you're an SSR character.”

Kai Chisaki

💉 Kai had no intention of having a child anywhere near him, but you were worth it considering his particular ailment. 💉 When he first met you, you were only young, your quirk having just manifested, he saw you on the street as you walked over to a man, seemingly homeless and very ill, you looked over him for a second before closing your fist and opening it again to pass over a pill, the man was better in seconds. 💉 When Kai came over he crouched in front of you, you twisted your head looking at him for a second before putting your hand out another pill in your hand. 💉 Despite the fact that you were 5 you seemed unable to talk but you understood him he asked about your parents and you shook your head. 💉 Kai figured that you were intriguing enough that he would deal with the consequences if this turned out to be more of a kidnapping. 💉 Kai liked having you around. You told him if he should avoid something and even knew that he didn’t like being touched. He found that your quirk allowed you to see and then decelerate or accelerate an illness. 💉 If he wanted something from someone he could change their body to create an illness that you could manipulate the illness 90% of the time guaranteeing your success. 💉 He’d never outwardly tell you that he liked having you around or that he thought of you as one of his own, instead he would protect you, defend you and make sure that you are provided for. 💉 Definitely taught you basic academics and when you showed an interest in medicine (surprise surprise) he was more than happy to teach you. 💉 “Well done, you're not completely useless.”

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