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𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮

we got one folx

can't decide between shigaraki when he's confident or when yallre first in a relationship so you get both you lucky ducks

when yall first meet he can't take his eyes off you. but he doesn't really do facial expressions so he just glares at you and you're like ??? ok king go off

and then when YOU make the first move, it goes something like 'why do you keep glaring at me do you hate me' 'what no i wanna kiss you stupid' 'oh!😀 okay c'mere bbg'

and then you drag him back to his room, because he's more comfortable there, and you spend the rest of the night literally just smoochin. getting him used to your touch, to the feeling of your lips on his, and he thinks he might actually spontaneously combust because his face. his poor pretty face is so red it almost hurts. give him a breather every 7 minutes or so please. but he definitely does not want to stop kissing you, like he will pout so hard at you in the hopes that you might take pity on him.

congrats! he's addicted now. he will genuinely get upset if you don't want to kiss him good morning for any reason (morning breath, sick, still waking up) and pouts into the crook of your neck until you relent. also don't think you can get out of bed without smooching him. or brush your teeth. or make breakfast. or wash your face. or get changed. or-

AND FHEN. down the line, when he's gotten a bit more confident, and it's the middle of summer so everything is hot and sticky and everyone is wearing as little clothing as possible, you have no choice but to pull out the shortest shorts you have. you haven't worn them since you joined the little gang, so when shigaraki sees you wearing those? hoo boy. hands on ass, nEOW. idc if you're as flat as a pancake, my guy cannot keep his hands to himself, whether he's playfully smacking your butt or just resting his hands there. yeah. ass. he's happy.

and just like w kissing, now that he knows what's available to him? he's not giving that up tf? you could be sitting out, bangin out some work, and he's like 'stand up.' and you just ??? is something wrong?? nope, he just hooks his chin over your shoulder and gives your rear a squeeze and then he's like 'okay thanks' and walks away with one last pat. it's not even sexual for him, he just likes touching you, and the way you sputter and look at him all confused before a sheepish, pleased smile creeps across your face is a bonus.

anyway that's all folks i'll be here all night

i have a lot of thoughts abt shigaraki.

what are your shigaraki thoughts, gimme all of em

oh BUDDY what do u wanna know 👁️👁️ i have a general relationship drabble (???) thingie here but if u want smth more specific pls pls pls ask

𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒊

Author's Note: Just smth I came up with :3 Nya

Content: Pussy eating, spiked dick, Shigaraki being extremely needy.

Word Count: 700

Summary: Shigaraki gets turned into a catboy, and he just can't resist you.

Somehow, somehow, Shigaraki is turned into a catboy by some form of a quirk or another. And because he already knows what your pussy tastes like, and, let's face it, he's addicted to it, all he wants to do right now is bury his face between your thighs and just suck at your clit as he makes biscuits on your boobs and tummy. It gets to a point where you're reaching down to try and push his head away, panting and begging for him to stop, but he doesn’t. It's like he can't, like he's possessed.

He continues to slurp and lap at your folds, his actions growing messier over time, and the sounds becoming ever more and more lewd. Shigaraki can't stop huffing in your sweet scent, your arousal, and it's like a drug to him. He’s beyond happy, purring and pawing and squeezing, almost like he’s still trying to soothe you, to tell you, "shh, baby, it's okay, you can take it," as he tortures you with his tongue. Despite knowing you're caught between not enough and way too much, he just cannot stop. You're begging him, legs twitching and your stomach curling in pleasure for him to just take a breather, please-

"P-Please, Tom-mURA!" You shrieked as he nipped at your clit, his lips wrapped around the swollen, puffy bud. He didn't seem to hear you, and if he did, he didn't care.

Because there was no way he was stopping, not until his face is drenched in your release, his eyes hazy and pussy drunk as he watches you writhe and try to crawl away from him.

Your poor pussy is over-sensitive and licked raw, and the term 'kitten lick' has come to mind more than once. You can't help the ragged, exhausted moan that tears from your throat as he makes you come for not even the 10th time that night. Your mind is blank and fuzzy, drifting between too much pleasure and white-hot bliss.

You can barely keep your eyes open, and only when it's clear that you don't even have the energy to keep a hand between his ears that he finally pulls away, leaving your hips sore with one last kiss to your twitching, aching clit. He looks entirely too-self-satisfied with himself, slicked up and dreamy.

And when he fucks you? Because damn well he's going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours, its not like he can pull out. His dick is barbed now, after all, and the only thought on his mind is fucking deeper and deeper into you with every half-thrust of his hips, taking any excuse he can to not leave the absolute warmth of your aching womb (he is a catboy, after all). He will beg you to play with his ears or tail as he humps you needily, leaning so hard into your hand you think he might fall over. When you pull away all you hear is the most pathetic, desperate whine you think anyone's ever made, so you can't really stop now. He's still making biscuits with your tits, obsessed with the feel of how squishy and plush they are.

He doesn't tell you when his dick is un-bristling itself from your gummy walls, just another reason to simply stay nestled deeper inside of you. Can you really blame him? You feel so hot and slick and comforting around him, he's definitely purring.

The conversation of the both of you maybe getting up goes as well as you think it might.

"Can you pull out now? i can feel my thighs cramping," you grumbled, pushing at his shoulders.

You felt Shigaraki twitch inside of you, his hips shifting infitessimally. "Nah. Just checked."

"Wh- what the fuck do you mean, 'just checked'?" You sputtered, tugging on his hair to look him in the eyes. He only smirked down at you, his eyes smug.

"I mean I just checked. we gotta stay here for another hour."

"An hour?" You groaned, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

In the end, when you do end up falling asleep, he's still purring almost violently, his tail curled around your arm in a silent plead to just stay.

End Notes: Ok, this is cleaned up! Hope you enjoyed!

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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒊

Author's Note: Just smth I came up with :3 Nya

Content: Pussy eating, spiked dick, Shigaraki being extremely needy.

Word Count: 700

Summary: Shigaraki gets turned into a catboy, and he just can't resist you.

Somehow, somehow, Shigaraki is turned into a catboy by some form of a quirk or another. And because he already knows what your pussy tastes like, and, let's face it, he's addicted to it, all he wants to do right now is bury his face between your thighs and just suck at your clit as he makes biscuits on your boobs and tummy. It gets to a point where you're reaching down to try and push his head away, panting and begging for him to stop, but he doesn’t. It's like he can't, like he's possessed.

He continues to slurp and lap at your folds, his actions growing messier over time, and the sounds becoming ever more and more lewd. Shigaraki can't stop huffing in your sweet scent, your arousal, and it's like a drug to him. He’s beyond happy, purring and pawing and squeezing, almost like he’s still trying to soothe you, to tell you, "shh, baby, it's okay, you can take it," as he tortures you with his tongue. Despite knowing you're caught between not enough and way too much, he just cannot stop. You're begging him, legs twitching and your stomach curling in pleasure for him to just take a breather, please-

"P-Please, Tom-mURA!" You shrieked as he nipped at your clit, his lips wrapped around the swollen, puffy bud. He didn't seem to hear you, and if he did, he didn't care.

Because there was no way he was stopping, not until his face is drenched in your release, his eyes hazy and pussy drunk as he watches you writhe and try to crawl away from him.

Your poor pussy is over-sensitive and licked raw, and the term 'kitten lick' has come to mind more than once. You can't help the ragged, exhausted moan that tears from your throat as he makes you come for not even the 10th time that night. Your mind is blank and fuzzy, drifting between too much pleasure and white-hot bliss.

You can barely keep your eyes open, and only when it's clear that you don't even have the energy to keep a hand between his ears that he finally pulls away, leaving your hips sore with one last kiss to your twitching, aching clit. He looks entirely too-self-satisfied with himself, slicked up and dreamy.

And when he fucks you? Because damn well he's going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours, its not like he can pull out. His dick is barbed now, after all, and the only thought on his mind is fucking deeper and deeper into you with every half-thrust of his hips, taking any excuse he can to not leave the absolute warmth of your aching womb (he is a catboy, after all). He will beg you to play with his ears or tail as he humps you needily, leaning so hard into your hand you think he might fall over. When you pull away all you hear is the most pathetic, desperate whine you think anyone's ever made, so you can't really stop now. He's still making biscuits with your tits, obsessed with the feel of how squishy and plush they are.

He doesn't tell you when his dick is un-bristling itself from your gummy walls, just another reason to simply stay nestled deeper inside of you. Can you really blame him? You feel so hot and slick and comforting around him, he's definitely purring.

The conversation of the both of you maybe getting up goes as well as you think it might.

"Can you pull out now? i can feel my thighs cramping," you grumbled, pushing at his shoulders.

You felt Shigaraki twitch inside of you, his hips shifting infitessimally. "Nah. Just checked."

"Wh- what the fuck do you mean, 'just checked'?" You sputtered, tugging on his hair to look him in the eyes. He only smirked down at you, his eyes smug.

"I mean I just checked. we gotta stay here for another hour."

"An hour?" You groaned, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

In the end, when you do end up falling asleep, he's still purring almost violently, his tail curled around your arm in a silent plead to just stay.

End Notes: Ok, this is cleaned up! Hope you enjoyed!

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🩷 - Fluff 🖤- Smut 💙- Angst 🕸️- Horror

🩷 Breakfast In Bed - Howl x Reader - One Shot - Howl brings you breakfast in bed, along with top-notch cuddles.

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𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶 𝑨𝑪𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑨

🩷 - Fluff 🖤- Smut 💙- Angst 🕸️- Horror/Gore

𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑨/𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑨 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑲𝑶

🩷- Lecture Hall Laughter - Multi Chapter - Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

🖤- Jorkin It - Drabble - Shigaraki jorkin it in the shower in this little AU of mine. MDNI.

🖤- Catboy!Shigaraki - Drabble - Catboy Shigaraki who just can't get enough of you. MDNI.

🩷- General Loving - Drabble - Progression of Tomura getting more comfortable loving you you.

🩷- He Likes You - Oneshot - Shigaraki decides he likes you.

🩷- (Not) Social - Oneshot - Shigaraki doesn't like it when you talk to other people.

𝑫𝑨𝑩𝑰/𝑻𝑶𝑼𝒀𝑨 𝑻𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑰

🩷🕸️- Merry Christmas, Doll - Oneshot - Dabi isn't around as often as you'd like, but this Christmas, he is.

🩷💙- Dyed Hair and Inked Skin - Oneshot - You knew Dabi before, as Touya. And then Touya was gone, no matter how much you wished for him to come back.

🩷- Go Baby! - Drabble - Getaway driver for the league based upon the 2017 film, Baby Driver.

🩷🖤- A Femininomenon - Multi Chapter - Fem!Dabi thinks you're just too cute.

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𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

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Day 4

𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫…

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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬

🩷 - Fluff 🖤- Smut 💙- Angst 🕸️- Horror/Gore

𝑺𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑬

🩷- Sabine Sabine, My Lover, Sabine - Multi Chapter Fic - The Complete And Full Work Of Exploring Your's And Sabine's Relationship.

🖤- Oh, Soul Rider - One Shot - Sabine fucks you against a wall, takes place after the darkonium shipment explodes. Also happy Equestrian Festival! Not connected to Sabine, Sabine, My Lover, Sabine. MDNI.

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𝑶𝑯, 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹 (𝟏𝟖+)

Author's Note: This was the very first smut I ever wrote so please be kind LMAO.

Contents: Sex, enemies to lovers, vaginal fingering, strap-ons, and dirty talk.

Word Count: 2056

Summary: Sabine fucks you against a wall, takes place after the darkonium shipment explodes. Also happy Equestrian Festival!

“Huh, not too bad, Y/N. Looks like you’ve faced Shadow Seekers before.” 

Was that praise? From Sabine? You could only swallow and nod in agreement, trying to steady your heavy breathing. The townspeople had calmed down significantly, and had started putting out the fires caused by said Shadow Seekers and Pandorian Rifts. 

“Not too bad yourself,” you said, winking at Sabine. 

She glared at you, confused by your response. “Excuse me?” 

You licked your teeth, gathering your courage and stared right back at Sabine. “I said ‘not too bad yourself.’ You look good wielding magic.” 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She asked, the muscles of her forearms tightening as she gripped Khaan’s reins. He snorted and shook his head in response. 

“It means you look good wielding magic,” you started, raking your eyes over her own heaving chest and down her legs, “and powerful.”

Sabine finally seemed to be picking up what you were putting down. “Oh yeah? Of course you’re into that shit.” 

“You don’t seem like you’re… not into it.” You raised your eyebrows hopefully, your hands fidgeting. 

She thought for a minute. “You could say that,” she finally stated. “Anything else you wanna admit?” 

 You rolled your eyes. “Do I have to spell it out for you? I. Want. To. Fuck. You,” you said, emphasizing every syllable. 

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Sabine grinned at you, as smug as the cat that got the cream. 

“Oh, fuck you,” you sputtered. Of course she knew what you were after. She just wanted you to say it out loud. Hot , your brain whispered. Shut up! you whispered back. 

Sabine chuckled. “That is what you’re trying to do.” 

Which was how you found yourself being pressed up against the back of somebody’s house with Sabine insistently kissing at your neck, her strong hips pushing into yours and practically holding you up. You groaned and grasped at her hair, tilting your head back. Sabine took the opening and mouthed her way up the side of your neck, nipping at your jaw along the way before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. 

You whined involuntarily, and felt Sabine chuckle against your lips; a deep, rich, velvety sound that made your knees want to buckle. Actually, they were buckling, and you broke the kiss with a gasp and held onto Sabine’s shoulders for stability. She smirked down at you and forced her knee between your legs, pushing up against your clit. You moaned and shifted, trying to get that warm wash of pleasure to come back. 

“You like that, huh, sweetheart?” She asked patronizingly, flexing her thigh underneath you. 

You panted and leaned forward, only for Sabine to push you back against the wall with a hand to your chest. 

“Answer me,” she said, her voice nowhere near as affected as yours would be and brooking no opposition. 

You swallowed and tried to blink away the fog that had settled over your brain. “Y-yeah, I like th-this. A lot.” 

“Good,” Sabine purred, sliding her hand down from your chest to the waistline of your pants, running her fingers along the edge. “And if you wanted more, what do you say?” 

“P-please,” you stuttered, not-so-subtly grinding down on Sabine’s leg as you spoke. 

Satisfied with your answer, Sabine popped the button of your pants open easily. “Good.” 

Her hand slid past your underwear to find that you were shamefully wet already, and she chuckled for the third time that day, only to pause when she felt your thighs clench around her wrist. 

“You really are into this shit, aren’t you?” She asked incredulously. Your cheeks went hot and you quickly tried to hide your face in your hands, embarrassed, but you still nodded. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you , Soul Rider.” 

As soon as she said that, you felt her slip two fingers inside of you and curl them gently. You shuddered and tried not to clamp your thighs down on her hand harder than you already were, holding onto her waist for support. 

“ Oh… f-fuck,” you mewled, your hips stuttering into her fingers desperately. 

Sabine towered over you, swiping her thumb over your clit. “You’re really this wet? Already? Aren’t you easy?” 

You nodded and gasped, your hands scrabbling at the wall behind you for purchase. “ F-fuck, yes, I-I am. Don’t stop p-please , don’t stop.” 

All Sabine did was hum, continuing her assault on your most sensitive spots. You groaned and let her, your legs shaking with the effort of holding yourself up and not crushing Sabine’s hand. Her fingers felt like fire inside of you, hot and flickering and perfect, and when you opened your eyes to meet Sabine’s, her gaze had gone from a soft, glowing amber to the molten, searing stare that you only ever saw in battle. She was watching you like a hawk that had found a mouse in a field, predatory and a little bit terrifying. It only made you want to shrink beneath her stature more, and you swallowed heavily. 

You felt your core clench again, aching pleasure building in a great knot in your stomach, and started to move your hips in time with Sabine’s movements. You whined again, the knot in your stomach steadily growing closer to snapping, before Sabine pulled her hand out of your pants, her fingers shiny and slick. 

“None of that, now,” she muttered as you cried out at the loss, sticking her fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean. “You’re not finishing until I say so, do you understand?” 

You nodded shakily, letting your gaze fall to the ground as you collected your breath. That was until Sabine grabbed your face and turned you towards her, squishing your cheeks together. 

“I said, do you understand?” 

You nodded again furiously. “Y-yes ma’am.” 

“Good.” Sabine’s hand dropped from your face, working on unbuttoning her breeches. “Turn around, pants down.” 

You did as she commanded, trying to turn around and pull your pants under your hips at the same time, only getting them around your knees before Sabine was pushing you over so that you were at a 90   degree angle, your ass on full display. Sabine’s hand came down on your ass, reminding you of the fact that you were still, technically in public, and shut your mouth before a protest could make it’s way out. You could only thank Aideen that the fence was there. 

“Oh, so now you remember where we are? Took you long enough,” Sabine said, running her thumb through your slick folds before circling your clit, building that knot in your stomach once more. 

You were about to respond when you felt something warm and solid press against your entrance. Craning your neck back, you saw a thick, black and red silicone dildo attached to a harness around Sabine’s waist.

“You wear that thing all the time…? Just around?” You asked, your eyes flickering between the dildo and Sabine’s eyes. 

Sabine just snickered darkly and waved her hand, dark magic slithering in and out between her fingers as her eyes flashed. “Aren’t you glad I do?”

You stopped. “Wait, hold on, you just keep that on you at all times?”

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” 

“...Yes ma’am.” 

Sabine rolled her eyes. “That’s what I thought.” 

You were about to risk another spanking with a snarky remark when Sabine kicked your legs further apart, and, more gently than you would have given her credit for, spread you open for all the island to see on her toy. You whimpered. Whatever fire magic had been put into the toy around Sabine’s waist was nothing short of heavenly, and you had to brace yourself against the wall in front of you to keep from toppling faceforward onto the ground. 

Behind you, Sabine also let out a delighted noise, running one of her hands over your back soothingly while you adjusted to the feeling of something hot and heavy in your pussy. The earlier edging you had received had left you very much aching and desperate to have your cunt stuffed to the brim, your muscles lax and dripping with your juices. You could feel it dripping down your thighs, and the sound the strap made when Sabine finally bottomed out inside of you was nothing short of vulgar. 

You loved it. 

Sabine was done waiting. With nothing more than her grabbing onto the roots of your hair for an anchor point as a warning, Sabine rolled her hips sinfully, the dildo hot and pulsing, almost as if it was a real dick.

Fucking magic, you though, fucking Sabine. 

The pace she set was painfully slow, like she was letting you adjust to the size still, although you doubted you ever would. It felt so big inside you, prying your pussy open with each drag of the length. You’d never had sex this fucking good in your life, and you doubted you would ever again. Sabine was hitting places you hadn’t known existed until then, making you whimper and whine and struggle to keep yourself propped up against the wall. 

Warmth flooded your back as Sabine leaned over your back, solid, so so fucking solid was the only way to describe the pillar of strength that was pushing you forward and holding you up all at once. Sabine had wrapped her free arm around your waist and was coming up to grope at your tits under your shirt, biting into the soft flesh of your shoulder as she did so. 

“You’re nothing but a dirty fucking slut for me, aren’t you?” She growled, the lewd squelch of her thighs meeting your ass answering in your place, “so good for me,” she praises, fingers rolling and pinching your nipples, making you squeak. It was all so much. 

“You’ve got such a lewd cunt. Did you always want me to claim you like this?” 

You can only stutter out a meek, “Yes-yes, yes, please. Sabine, I-I want you,” unintentionally clamping around her strap – making her groan as each pass she makes in your cunt suddenly becomes tighter. You can feel the toy rubbing against the velvet walls of your cunt, shuddering. 

The heat in the pit of your stomach threatens to boil over, along with the goosebumps that erupt across your flesh. Closer, so close you can almost taste it.

You end up coming with starbursts exploding behind your eyelids, and Sabine muffles the high-pitched keen of her name with a hand over your mouth. She rides out your orgasm – despite your spasming walls doing little in helping her keep it together. Groaning once more, she pulled out and released her grip on your hair. You moaned as she did so, gripping onto the brick or whatever the wall in front of you was made of to keep upright, you weren’t paying attention. 

You were shaking, every limb struggling to not collapse right then and there. Sabine was still behind you, you could hear her pulling herself together and buckling her pants while you were trying to regain any sense of composure. 

“That good, huh soul rider?” Sabine snorted, giving your ass a less-than-soft smack. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and you toppled forward without even trying to stop yourself. This earned another short laugh from Sabine, and you finally stopped your head from swimming and struggled to pull up your pants. 

When you finally could stand, albeit shakily, Sabine was still waiting for you. You hadn’t expected her to be there, assuming she was the type to just leave you to your own devices, but she was staring at you expectantly. 

“Well uh,” you hesitated stupidly, “guess we’d better head back, huh?” 

“Katja and Jay are waiting for you.” Sabine rolled her eyes, and then shoved you back against the wall you were holding onto for dear life not too long ago, caging you in with her arm. “But don’t you dare pull any of the shit you did with me to those two. You’re mine, understand?” 

“Yep, understood. Gotcha,” you nodded, already turned on again, only relaxing when Sabine lowered her arm. 

“Good. See you around, soul rider,” Sabine crooned, giving your ass one final tap, making you squeak, but when you turned around to confront her, Sabine was gone. 

End Notes: soooo whatdya thiink? yes no maybe? also sorry for disappearing for checks watch four months. every ounce of creativity left my body up until now. this has nothing to do with any of my other works, i just wanted to get the goodgood yk? ANYWAYS. wash ya hands, stay safe, sane, and sexy, and remember i love yall always. enjoy!!

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🩷 - Fluff 🖤- Smut 💙- Angst 🕸️- Horror

🩷 Breakfast In Bed - Howl x Reader - One Shot - Howl brings you breakfast in bed, along with top-notch cuddles.

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Banner made by Raf Banzuela, I edited it to be pink.

𝑴𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶 𝑨𝑪𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑨

🩷 - Fluff 🖤- Smut 💙- Angst 🕸️- Horror/Gore

𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑲𝑰 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑨/𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑨 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑲𝑶

🩷- Lecture Hall Laughter - Multi Chapter - Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

🖤- Jorkin It - Drabble - Shigaraki jorkin it in the shower in this little AU of mine. MDNI.

🖤- Catboy!Shigaraki - Drabble - Catboy Shigaraki who just can't get enough of you. MDNI.

🩷- General Loving - Drabble - Progression of Tomura getting more comfortable loving you you.

🩷- He Likes You - Oneshot - Shigaraki decides he likes you.

🩷- (Not) Social - Oneshot - Shigaraki doesn't like it when you talk to other people.

𝑫𝑨𝑩𝑰/𝑻𝑶𝑼𝒀𝑨 𝑻𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑰

🩷🕸️- Merry Christmas, Doll - Oneshot - Dabi isn't around as often as you'd like, but this Christmas, he is.

🩷💙- Dyed Hair and Inked Skin - Oneshot - You knew Dabi before, as Touya. And then Touya was gone, no matter how much you wished for him to come back.

🩷- Go Baby! - Drabble - Getaway driver for the league based upon the 2017 film, Baby Driver.

🩷🖤- A Femininomenon - Multi Chapter - Fem!Dabi thinks you're just too cute.

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𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

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𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫…

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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬

🩷 - Fluff 🖤- Smut 💙- Angst 🕸️- Horror/Gore

𝑺𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑬

🩷- Sabine Sabine, My Lover, Sabine - Multi Chapter Fic - The Complete And Full Work Of Exploring Your's And Sabine's Relationship.

🖤- Oh, Soul Rider - One Shot - Sabine fucks you against a wall, takes place after the darkonium shipment explodes. Also happy Equestrian Festival! Not connected to Sabine, Sabine, My Lover, Sabine. MDNI.

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𝑶𝑯, 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹 (𝟏𝟖+)

Author's Note: This was the very first smut I ever wrote so please be kind LMAO.

Contents: Sex, enemies to lovers, vaginal fingering, strap-ons, and dirty talk.

Word Count: 2056

Summary: Sabine fucks you against a wall, takes place after the darkonium shipment explodes. Also happy Equestrian Festival!

“Huh, not too bad, Y/N. Looks like you’ve faced Shadow Seekers before.” 

Was that praise? From Sabine? You could only swallow and nod in agreement, trying to steady your heavy breathing. The townspeople had calmed down significantly, and had started putting out the fires caused by said Shadow Seekers and Pandorian Rifts. 

“Not too bad yourself,” you said, winking at Sabine. 

She glared at you, confused by your response. “Excuse me?” 

You licked your teeth, gathering your courage and stared right back at Sabine. “I said ‘not too bad yourself.’ You look good wielding magic.” 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She asked, the muscles of her forearms tightening as she gripped Khaan’s reins. He snorted and shook his head in response. 

“It means you look good wielding magic,” you started, raking your eyes over her own heaving chest and down her legs, “and powerful.”

Sabine finally seemed to be picking up what you were putting down. “Oh yeah? Of course you’re into that shit.” 

“You don’t seem like you’re… not into it.” You raised your eyebrows hopefully, your hands fidgeting. 

She thought for a minute. “You could say that,” she finally stated. “Anything else you wanna admit?” 

 You rolled your eyes. “Do I have to spell it out for you? I. Want. To. Fuck. You,” you said, emphasizing every syllable. 

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Sabine grinned at you, as smug as the cat that got the cream. 

“Oh, fuck you,” you sputtered. Of course she knew what you were after. She just wanted you to say it out loud. Hot , your brain whispered. Shut up! you whispered back. 

Sabine chuckled. “That is what you’re trying to do.” 

Which was how you found yourself being pressed up against the back of somebody’s house with Sabine insistently kissing at your neck, her strong hips pushing into yours and practically holding you up. You groaned and grasped at her hair, tilting your head back. Sabine took the opening and mouthed her way up the side of your neck, nipping at your jaw along the way before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. 

You whined involuntarily, and felt Sabine chuckle against your lips; a deep, rich, velvety sound that made your knees want to buckle. Actually, they were buckling, and you broke the kiss with a gasp and held onto Sabine’s shoulders for stability. She smirked down at you and forced her knee between your legs, pushing up against your clit. You moaned and shifted, trying to get that warm wash of pleasure to come back. 

“You like that, huh, sweetheart?” She asked patronizingly, flexing her thigh underneath you. 

You panted and leaned forward, only for Sabine to push you back against the wall with a hand to your chest. 

“Answer me,” she said, her voice nowhere near as affected as yours would be and brooking no opposition. 

You swallowed and tried to blink away the fog that had settled over your brain. “Y-yeah, I like th-this. A lot.” 

“Good,” Sabine purred, sliding her hand down from your chest to the waistline of your pants, running her fingers along the edge. “And if you wanted more, what do you say?” 

“P-please,” you stuttered, not-so-subtly grinding down on Sabine’s leg as you spoke. 

Satisfied with your answer, Sabine popped the button of your pants open easily. “Good.” 

Her hand slid past your underwear to find that you were shamefully wet already, and she chuckled for the third time that day, only to pause when she felt your thighs clench around her wrist. 

“You really are into this shit, aren’t you?” She asked incredulously. Your cheeks went hot and you quickly tried to hide your face in your hands, embarrassed, but you still nodded. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you , Soul Rider.” 

As soon as she said that, you felt her slip two fingers inside of you and curl them gently. You shuddered and tried not to clamp your thighs down on her hand harder than you already were, holding onto her waist for support. 

“ Oh… f-fuck,” you mewled, your hips stuttering into her fingers desperately. 

Sabine towered over you, swiping her thumb over your clit. “You’re really this wet? Already? Aren’t you easy?” 

You nodded and gasped, your hands scrabbling at the wall behind you for purchase. “ F-fuck, yes, I-I am. Don’t stop p-please , don’t stop.” 

All Sabine did was hum, continuing her assault on your most sensitive spots. You groaned and let her, your legs shaking with the effort of holding yourself up and not crushing Sabine’s hand. Her fingers felt like fire inside of you, hot and flickering and perfect, and when you opened your eyes to meet Sabine’s, her gaze had gone from a soft, glowing amber to the molten, searing stare that you only ever saw in battle. She was watching you like a hawk that had found a mouse in a field, predatory and a little bit terrifying. It only made you want to shrink beneath her stature more, and you swallowed heavily. 

You felt your core clench again, aching pleasure building in a great knot in your stomach, and started to move your hips in time with Sabine’s movements. You whined again, the knot in your stomach steadily growing closer to snapping, before Sabine pulled her hand out of your pants, her fingers shiny and slick. 

“None of that, now,” she muttered as you cried out at the loss, sticking her fingers in her mouth and sucking them clean. “You’re not finishing until I say so, do you understand?” 

You nodded shakily, letting your gaze fall to the ground as you collected your breath. That was until Sabine grabbed your face and turned you towards her, squishing your cheeks together. 

“I said, do you understand?” 

You nodded again furiously. “Y-yes ma’am.” 

“Good.” Sabine’s hand dropped from your face, working on unbuttoning her breeches. “Turn around, pants down.” 

You did as she commanded, trying to turn around and pull your pants under your hips at the same time, only getting them around your knees before Sabine was pushing you over so that you were at a 90   degree angle, your ass on full display. Sabine’s hand came down on your ass, reminding you of the fact that you were still, technically in public, and shut your mouth before a protest could make it’s way out. You could only thank Aideen that the fence was there. 

“Oh, so now you remember where we are? Took you long enough,” Sabine said, running her thumb through your slick folds before circling your clit, building that knot in your stomach once more. 

You were about to respond when you felt something warm and solid press against your entrance. Craning your neck back, you saw a thick, black and red silicone dildo attached to a harness around Sabine’s waist.

“You wear that thing all the time…? Just around?” You asked, your eyes flickering between the dildo and Sabine’s eyes. 

Sabine just snickered darkly and waved her hand, dark magic slithering in and out between her fingers as her eyes flashed. “Aren’t you glad I do?”

You stopped. “Wait, hold on, you just keep that on you at all times?”

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” 

“...Yes ma’am.” 

Sabine rolled her eyes. “That’s what I thought.” 

You were about to risk another spanking with a snarky remark when Sabine kicked your legs further apart, and, more gently than you would have given her credit for, spread you open for all the island to see on her toy. You whimpered. Whatever fire magic had been put into the toy around Sabine’s waist was nothing short of heavenly, and you had to brace yourself against the wall in front of you to keep from toppling faceforward onto the ground. 

Behind you, Sabine also let out a delighted noise, running one of her hands over your back soothingly while you adjusted to the feeling of something hot and heavy in your pussy. The earlier edging you had received had left you very much aching and desperate to have your cunt stuffed to the brim, your muscles lax and dripping with your juices. You could feel it dripping down your thighs, and the sound the strap made when Sabine finally bottomed out inside of you was nothing short of vulgar. 

You loved it. 

Sabine was done waiting. With nothing more than her grabbing onto the roots of your hair for an anchor point as a warning, Sabine rolled her hips sinfully, the dildo hot and pulsing, almost as if it was a real dick.

Fucking magic, you though, fucking Sabine. 

The pace she set was painfully slow, like she was letting you adjust to the size still, although you doubted you ever would. It felt so big inside you, prying your pussy open with each drag of the length. You’d never had sex this fucking good in your life, and you doubted you would ever again. Sabine was hitting places you hadn’t known existed until then, making you whimper and whine and struggle to keep yourself propped up against the wall. 

Warmth flooded your back as Sabine leaned over your back, solid, so so fucking solid was the only way to describe the pillar of strength that was pushing you forward and holding you up all at once. Sabine had wrapped her free arm around your waist and was coming up to grope at your tits under your shirt, biting into the soft flesh of your shoulder as she did so. 

“You’re nothing but a dirty fucking slut for me, aren’t you?” She growled, the lewd squelch of her thighs meeting your ass answering in your place, “so good for me,” she praises, fingers rolling and pinching your nipples, making you squeak. It was all so much. 

“You’ve got such a lewd cunt. Did you always want me to claim you like this?” 

You can only stutter out a meek, “Yes-yes, yes, please. Sabine, I-I want you,” unintentionally clamping around her strap – making her groan as each pass she makes in your cunt suddenly becomes tighter. You can feel the toy rubbing against the velvet walls of your cunt, shuddering. 

The heat in the pit of your stomach threatens to boil over, along with the goosebumps that erupt across your flesh. Closer, so close you can almost taste it.

You end up coming with starbursts exploding behind your eyelids, and Sabine muffles the high-pitched keen of her name with a hand over your mouth. She rides out your orgasm – despite your spasming walls doing little in helping her keep it together. Groaning once more, she pulled out and released her grip on your hair. You moaned as she did so, gripping onto the brick or whatever the wall in front of you was made of to keep upright, you weren’t paying attention. 

You were shaking, every limb struggling to not collapse right then and there. Sabine was still behind you, you could hear her pulling herself together and buckling her pants while you were trying to regain any sense of composure. 

“That good, huh soul rider?” Sabine snorted, giving your ass a less-than-soft smack. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and you toppled forward without even trying to stop yourself. This earned another short laugh from Sabine, and you finally stopped your head from swimming and struggled to pull up your pants. 

When you finally could stand, albeit shakily, Sabine was still waiting for you. You hadn’t expected her to be there, assuming she was the type to just leave you to your own devices, but she was staring at you expectantly. 

“Well uh,” you hesitated stupidly, “guess we’d better head back, huh?” 

“Katja and Jay are waiting for you.” Sabine rolled her eyes, and then shoved you back against the wall you were holding onto for dear life not too long ago, caging you in with her arm. “But don’t you dare pull any of the shit you did with me to those two. You’re mine, understand?” 

“Yep, understood. Gotcha,” you nodded, already turned on again, only relaxing when Sabine lowered her arm. 

“Good. See you around, soul rider,” Sabine crooned, giving your ass one final tap, making you squeak, but when you turned around to confront her, Sabine was gone. 

End Notes: soooo whatdya thiink? yes no maybe? also sorry for disappearing for checks watch four months. every ounce of creativity left my body up until now. this has nothing to do with any of my other works, i just wanted to get the goodgood yk? ANYWAYS. wash ya hands, stay safe, sane, and sexy, and remember i love yall always. enjoy!!

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𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 3.2

Author's Note: Enjoy!

Content: Twilight. That's the content warning.

Word Count: 2051

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

“Hanami literally what do I do?” You wailed, pacing around your small corner of the room. It was only around 5pm, but that meant you only had three hours until you were meeting Shigaraki for the movie. 

“Didn’t you meet him like, two days ago?” Hanami asked, not looking up from her computer. “Why are you so worked up about this?”

You groaned and threw your hands up in the air. “I dunno! Cause- he like, flirted with me earlier, I think, and he’s really cute in like a wet cat kind of way!” 

Hanami laughed, whether it was at your behavior or your word choice you couldn’t tell. “He’s just a guy. Calm down. It’s not like you’re going to be in his dorm or anything, you’re just going to be watching a movie on the lawn.” 

You nodded and let out a pathetic noise. You seriously needed to work on some shit if you were this worked up over a guy after knowing him for two days. “Just- augh.” You sat down in your chair with a heavy sigh. 

“Augh?” 

“Augh. Hanami, what's wrong with me?” 

“Attachment issues?” 

You gaped at her in mock disgust. “Haven’t you only known me for two days?” 

“Yeah, and I can already tell you have attachment issues,” Hanami joked, making a heart with her hands at you from her bed. 

“Wow,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. You froze. “Ohmygod, wait, what if he thinks I’m being desperate?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“...That’s not the point,” you said, pouting. “Anyway, should I like… bring food or something?” 

Hanami looked at you disparagingly. “We don’t really have… movie snacks…” 

You glanced at the meager little snack cart that you had placed by your bed. “I have plantain chips.” 

Hanami deadpanned. “Really?”

“Oh my god, wait, what if he’s allergic to plantain chips?” 

“Do you even know what movie it is?”

“No.” 

You jumped back up and started pacing again, anxiety coiling underneath your heart. Hanami only stared at you as you walked a groove into the floor. You grumpily snatched up a lollipop (caramel apple, because fuck you they’re good), and decided you would get some homework done before the movie, to keep your mind from running into next week. 

It wasn’t long before it was two minutes till eight, and your phone buzzed. 

You coming? From Shigaraki. 

yuh! i’ll bring a blanket too!  

You sighed and shut your phone off, slipping it into your back pocket before grabbing the blanket that lived at the end of your bed. 

“Right,” you sighed. “I’m off. No plantain chips.” 

Hanami looked up at your thrown-back shoulders, courtesy of false bravado that everything would be fine. She smiled at you. “You’ll be fine. Just relax and have fun.” 

“Right,” you repeated with a nod. “It’ll be fine.” 

With one last self-reassuring sigh, you left your room, and made your way to the lawn of Briggs Hall, which was directly in front of your building. The air outside nipped at your face and fingers, and you buried them deeper into the blanket in your arms as you looked around for Shigaraki’s pale hair. You did spot it, eventually, lit up by his phone as he stared down at it quietly, set pretty far away from everyone else. 

You shook any last nerves off and made your way over to him, calling his name quietly when you got close enough to not have to shout to be heard. Ahead of the both of you, a projector screen was flickering blue as the movie got set up, and you threw the blanket over the ground next to Shigaraki. He looked up at the sound of his name. 

“Hey,” he said, nodding at you. He shuffled over from his place on the grass and tucked his phone away. 

“Hi,” you replied, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the blanket. “Do you know what movie they’re playing?” 

Shigaraki grimaced, and you felt your heart sink as he muttered, “Twilight.” 

Your shoulders fell and you groaned louder than was probably appropriate. “Dear God, why?” 

The only response you got was a shrug as he looked up, the infamously cringey lines playing through the speakers as the quite honestly gorgeous forest scenery played out. The camera footage was shaky, and despite knowing that it was from someone’s perspective, you couldn’t help but wince. “This movie is so bad .” 

Shigaraki snickered beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen. “At least I know you have good taste.” 

You hummed and sighed, settling into the blanket and resigned yourself to watching the shitty acting and blue-tinted film. You found yourself wanting to die more than a little bit every time one of the characters opened their mouths, only to hesitate, or gasp, or stutter, or fry their voice.  

“No one talks like this…” you muttered. “Not even back in the 2000s…” 

“Did you read the books?” 

You started as Shigaraki asked you a question, the full force of his intense red gaze on you. “Uh- no no. I mean, I started the first book, but I couldn’t finish it. Did you?” 

Shigaraki nodded, which was surprising. “Toga kind of made me. Kept going on about some book club she wanted to start and then Dabi got into it. Not sure if he genuinely liked it or if it was just to peer pressure me into reading the damn series. I’ve never watched the movies though.” 

You couldn’t hold back your snort at the thought of the tall, dark, brooding man liking something as cringe-worthy as Twilight. Shigaraki chuckled at your snort, and that sound was. Nice. Entirely too nice. You felt heat rush through your cheeks and you were glad for the distraction of the movie so Shigaraki didn’t have to see your flustered expression. 

“Honestly, Dabi seems like the type,” you eventually muttered. “Like, unironically.” 

“Don’t say that,” Shigaraki groused. He seemed annoyed now. “Nothing is ever ironic, or unironic.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, grammar police.” 

He hummed, but didn’t say anything more. The next twenty or so minutes were spent in silence, just watching the shitty acting. Eventually Shigaraki spoke up again. 

“Bella is so fucking stupid.” 

You chuckled and nodded. You shifted and groaned softly; your back was starting to ache from being so hunched over, and you were starting to get uncomfortable.  You huffed and eventually flopped onto your stomach, swinging your legs behind you like a teenage girl on the phone. A moment later, you were joined by Shigaraki, who had forgone kicking his legs up like you. You two were so close you could feel the warmth of his shoulder through his jacket, and you did your best to not turn and stare, to not tense up or even, God forbid, lean into him. 

“This okay?” He asked quietly, almost a whisper. 

You dared to glance at him. He was already looking at you, his eyes soft. You blinked rapidly at him, tried to not let how close he was affect you, tried not to stare, dammit. But he was so pretty up close, wavy, powder blue hair framing his face in a way that made him seem cute. Sure, his jaw was sharp, but he had more fat to his cheeks than his usual hunched posture would allow anyone to notice, and his eyes were lidded and sleepy. Seductive, almost. 

His cracked lips pulled, the scar on the side of his mouth separating as he spoke. Wait, fuck he was talking. 

“Sorry- uh, I-” you cleared your throat in a way that you hoped was casual and unfortunately you knew wasn’t. “I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.” 

“I asked if this was okay, and you didn’t respond so I asked if you were okay. You were staring.” 

His tone was entirely too smug. 

“Yeah! Yeah yeah, I’m fine. This is fine. All fine.” Your heart felt like it was trying to crawl out of your throat.

Shigaraki nodded, still looking smug and radiating that same energy that felt suffocating. There was a tension that felt overwhelming. You pursed your lips and looked up ahead at the screen. 

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 

The tension broke, and you buried your face in your hands, snorting. Shigaraki chuckled beside you, and you felt like you could breathe again. 

The rest of the movie passed in a calmer manner. You two would occasionally crack jokes at the character’s expense, mocking them enough that eventually some people in front of you turned over their shoulders and sent nasty glares your way, and you piped down. You still couldn’t stop the quiet groans of discomfort at the bad acting and gag-worthy fight scenes. Seriously, who shouted like that? It was gross. And you told Shigaraki as much, who, to your heart’s delight, snickered quietly every time and only encouraged you further. 

You shivered at the crisp night air wrapping around you, it had only gotten colder the later it got. Shigaraki shifted next to you again, resting his chin on intertwined hands as the final scenes of the dumb movie played out. The screen illuminated his face, highlighting his features prettily, and despite the both of you having been scoffing, his eyes were soft. 

Fuck, you were staring again. But he hadn’t noticed, or you hoped he hadn’t noticed. The both of you were in a quiet, calm little bubble, away from the rest of the world, and you… liked it. You liked being alone with him, it was nice. It was broken by Shigaraki huffing at the final scenes, Bella and Edward being ridiculously awkward. 

The end credits began to roll and the screen dimmed. You inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging your lungs. It was moments like these that made the now-returning, unspoken tension between you almost unbearable in its quiet intensity. People sat and stood up around you and started heading back to their dorms, and you felt Shigaraki stand up, too. You watched as he stretched, his tummy showing just barely, and he groaned as the stiffness left his muscles. 

His gaze flickered at you, watchful, content. 

“So, what’d you think?” You asked, sitting up and stretching your arms behind your head yourself. 

“It was… bad.” Shigaraki wrinkled his nose in disgust and stepped off your blanket, and you followed suit. “Like, really fucking bad.”

You only shook your head in agreement and stood up, grabbing your blanket and folding it neatly. “Definitely funny, though,” you told him. “In like a, ‘this is so bad it’s hilarious,’ kind of way.” 

He nodded, agreeing with you. “I guess.” 

You nodded back, the both of you standing awkwardly as the movie players started dismantling everything. You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet. Silence stretched between you. 

“Well, I should let you go to sleep,” you muttered eventually. “It’s 10pm.” 

“Yeah,” he whispered. “See you in class tomorrow.” 

“See ya.” 

You watched as he walked back towards your dorm, then realized, oh shit, you lived there too, and skittered after him. He was waiting at the door, holding it open as he watched you make the most awkward, “I’m not sprinting but I’m also not walking,” jog in your life. You ducked underneath him and opened the next door for him, and all of a sudden the silence was too loud. You bit your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. 

The trek to your room was faster than you’d have liked, and you gave Shigaraki one final wave as he disappeared down the hallway. You flopped down into your chair and buried your face in your hands. Hanami snickered at you. 

“That bad?” She prodded. 

“Omigawd, Hanami!” You whined through your fingers in despair. “It was fine up until the very end!” 

Hanami looked up at you from her bed, her voice sympathetic. “What happened?” 

You let out a groan, allowing your hands to fall into your lap. “It- we- ugh.”

Hanami waited patiently. 

“It was fine, and then the movie ended and I didn’t know what to say, and shit just got awkward, and then we left, and it was just… so awkward.”

“You poor thing,” Hanami cooed, less sympathetic. “I’m sure things will get better. Just give it time.” 

You could only hope she was right.

End Notes: i <3 writing for hanami shes based off my actual roommate (she's not teasing me abt a hot cool crush tho 😔)

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okay but like.

the leagues gotta eat. and foods getting expensive nowadays. so really, robbing that bank wasn't their fault, not entirely. you couldn't blame someone for wanting to sustain themselves, right?

you mulled over your thoughts as your car, a beautiful, midnight green mclaren 765 LT. it was your favorite, out of all the cars supplied to you so far. how shigaraki had gotten his paws on it, you didn't know and you didn't care. it wasn't your job to care, it was only your job to drive.

so that's what you fucking did. always fast, always far, cool and calm and collected, and grinning like the cat who got the canary.

and the best part? well, the best part was the fucking music, your music, blasting in your ears through your earbuds. you'd cause too much attention to yourself if there was a mclaren sitting on the street, sir mix-a-lot seeping through the windows.

you were so lost in your own thoughts that when dabi threw open the car door, shoving a bag of money in the very limited back seat, you jumped slightly. you watched with wide eyes as dabi scrambled into the seat next to you, slamming the door behind him as he gasped for air.

"what are you fucking waiting for, an invitation?" he snapped, waving at you. "fucking drive!"

you sprang into action, shifting gears and tearing out of the parking spot. traffic wasn't too heavy, but people were fucking idiots nowadays, so you kept your eyes on the road and your foot on the gas.

mmhfyghb. baby driver inspired fic w dabi. hrhrhrhhf.

no lecture hall laughter chapter tonight i am cooking up other stuffs :3

𝑳𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒂𝒚 3.2

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Content: Twilight. That's the content warning.

Word Count: 2051

Summary: Entering your second year at college, only a few months after being broken up with, you weren't expecting anything special. Especially not in the romance department. But then a quiet, but friendly-enough boy on your floor catches your attention faster than you would like to admit. And oh, boy, are you in deep.

“Hanami literally what do I do?” You wailed, pacing around your small corner of the room. It was only around 5pm, but that meant you only had three hours until you were meeting Shigaraki for the movie. 

“Didn’t you meet him like, two days ago?” Hanami asked, not looking up from her computer. “Why are you so worked up about this?”

You groaned and threw your hands up in the air. “I dunno! Cause- he like, flirted with me earlier, I think, and he’s really cute in like a wet cat kind of way!” 

Hanami laughed, whether it was at your behavior or your word choice you couldn’t tell. “He’s just a guy. Calm down. It’s not like you’re going to be in his dorm or anything, you’re just going to be watching a movie on the lawn.” 

You nodded and let out a pathetic noise. You seriously needed to work on some shit if you were this worked up over a guy after knowing him for two days. “Just- augh.” You sat down in your chair with a heavy sigh. 

“Augh?” 

“Augh. Hanami, what's wrong with me?” 

“Attachment issues?” 

You gaped at her in mock disgust. “Haven’t you only known me for two days?” 

“Yeah, and I can already tell you have attachment issues,” Hanami joked, making a heart with her hands at you from her bed. 

“Wow,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. You froze. “Ohmygod, wait, what if he thinks I’m being desperate?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“...That’s not the point,” you said, pouting. “Anyway, should I like… bring food or something?” 

Hanami looked at you disparagingly. “We don’t really have… movie snacks…” 

You glanced at the meager little snack cart that you had placed by your bed. “I have plantain chips.” 

Hanami deadpanned. “Really?”

“Oh my god, wait, what if he’s allergic to plantain chips?” 

“Do you even know what movie it is?”

“No.” 

You jumped back up and started pacing again, anxiety coiling underneath your heart. Hanami only stared at you as you walked a groove into the floor. You grumpily snatched up a lollipop (caramel apple, because fuck you they’re good), and decided you would get some homework done before the movie, to keep your mind from running into next week. 

It wasn’t long before it was two minutes till eight, and your phone buzzed. 

You coming? From Shigaraki. 

yuh! i’ll bring a blanket too!  

You sighed and shut your phone off, slipping it into your back pocket before grabbing the blanket that lived at the end of your bed. 

“Right,” you sighed. “I’m off. No plantain chips.” 

Hanami looked up at your thrown-back shoulders, courtesy of false bravado that everything would be fine. She smiled at you. “You’ll be fine. Just relax and have fun.” 

“Right,” you repeated with a nod. “It’ll be fine.” 

With one last self-reassuring sigh, you left your room, and made your way to the lawn of Briggs Hall, which was directly in front of your building. The air outside nipped at your face and fingers, and you buried them deeper into the blanket in your arms as you looked around for Shigaraki’s pale hair. You did spot it, eventually, lit up by his phone as he stared down at it quietly, set pretty far away from everyone else. 

You shook any last nerves off and made your way over to him, calling his name quietly when you got close enough to not have to shout to be heard. Ahead of the both of you, a projector screen was flickering blue as the movie got set up, and you threw the blanket over the ground next to Shigaraki. He looked up at the sound of his name. 

“Hey,” he said, nodding at you. He shuffled over from his place on the grass and tucked his phone away. 

“Hi,” you replied, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the blanket. “Do you know what movie they’re playing?” 

Shigaraki grimaced, and you felt your heart sink as he muttered, “Twilight.” 

Your shoulders fell and you groaned louder than was probably appropriate. “Dear God, why?” 

The only response you got was a shrug as he looked up, the infamously cringey lines playing through the speakers as the quite honestly gorgeous forest scenery played out. The camera footage was shaky, and despite knowing that it was from someone’s perspective, you couldn’t help but wince. “This movie is so bad .” 

Shigaraki snickered beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen. “At least I know you have good taste.” 

You hummed and sighed, settling into the blanket and resigned yourself to watching the shitty acting and blue-tinted film. You found yourself wanting to die more than a little bit every time one of the characters opened their mouths, only to hesitate, or gasp, or stutter, or fry their voice.  

“No one talks like this…” you muttered. “Not even back in the 2000s…” 

“Did you read the books?” 

You started as Shigaraki asked you a question, the full force of his intense red gaze on you. “Uh- no no. I mean, I started the first book, but I couldn’t finish it. Did you?” 

Shigaraki nodded, which was surprising. “Toga kind of made me. Kept going on about some book club she wanted to start and then Dabi got into it. Not sure if he genuinely liked it or if it was just to peer pressure me into reading the damn series. I’ve never watched the movies though.” 

You couldn’t hold back your snort at the thought of the tall, dark, brooding man liking something as cringe-worthy as Twilight. Shigaraki chuckled at your snort, and that sound was. Nice. Entirely too nice. You felt heat rush through your cheeks and you were glad for the distraction of the movie so Shigaraki didn’t have to see your flustered expression. 

“Honestly, Dabi seems like the type,” you eventually muttered. “Like, unironically.” 

“Don’t say that,” Shigaraki groused. He seemed annoyed now. “Nothing is ever ironic, or unironic.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, grammar police.” 

He hummed, but didn’t say anything more. The next twenty or so minutes were spent in silence, just watching the shitty acting. Eventually Shigaraki spoke up again. 

“Bella is so fucking stupid.” 

You chuckled and nodded. You shifted and groaned softly; your back was starting to ache from being so hunched over, and you were starting to get uncomfortable.  You huffed and eventually flopped onto your stomach, swinging your legs behind you like a teenage girl on the phone. A moment later, you were joined by Shigaraki, who had forgone kicking his legs up like you. You two were so close you could feel the warmth of his shoulder through his jacket, and you did your best to not turn and stare, to not tense up or even, God forbid, lean into him. 

“This okay?” He asked quietly, almost a whisper. 

You dared to glance at him. He was already looking at you, his eyes soft. You blinked rapidly at him, tried to not let how close he was affect you, tried not to stare, dammit. But he was so pretty up close, wavy, powder blue hair framing his face in a way that made him seem cute. Sure, his jaw was sharp, but he had more fat to his cheeks than his usual hunched posture would allow anyone to notice, and his eyes were lidded and sleepy. Seductive, almost. 

His cracked lips pulled, the scar on the side of his mouth separating as he spoke. Wait, fuck he was talking. 

“Sorry- uh, I-” you cleared your throat in a way that you hoped was casual and unfortunately you knew wasn’t. “I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.” 

“I asked if this was okay, and you didn’t respond so I asked if you were okay. You were staring.” 

His tone was entirely too smug. 

“Yeah! Yeah yeah, I’m fine. This is fine. All fine.” Your heart felt like it was trying to crawl out of your throat.

Shigaraki nodded, still looking smug and radiating that same energy that felt suffocating. There was a tension that felt overwhelming. You pursed your lips and looked up ahead at the screen. 

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 

The tension broke, and you buried your face in your hands, snorting. Shigaraki chuckled beside you, and you felt like you could breathe again. 

The rest of the movie passed in a calmer manner. You two would occasionally crack jokes at the character’s expense, mocking them enough that eventually some people in front of you turned over their shoulders and sent nasty glares your way, and you piped down. You still couldn’t stop the quiet groans of discomfort at the bad acting and gag-worthy fight scenes. Seriously, who shouted like that? It was gross. And you told Shigaraki as much, who, to your heart’s delight, snickered quietly every time and only encouraged you further. 

You shivered at the crisp night air wrapping around you, it had only gotten colder the later it got. Shigaraki shifted next to you again, resting his chin on intertwined hands as the final scenes of the dumb movie played out. The screen illuminated his face, highlighting his features prettily, and despite the both of you having been scoffing, his eyes were soft. 

Fuck, you were staring again. But he hadn’t noticed, or you hoped he hadn’t noticed. The both of you were in a quiet, calm little bubble, away from the rest of the world, and you… liked it. You liked being alone with him, it was nice. It was broken by Shigaraki huffing at the final scenes, Bella and Edward being ridiculously awkward. 

The end credits began to roll and the screen dimmed. You inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging your lungs. It was moments like these that made the now-returning, unspoken tension between you almost unbearable in its quiet intensity. People sat and stood up around you and started heading back to their dorms, and you felt Shigaraki stand up, too. You watched as he stretched, his tummy showing just barely, and he groaned as the stiffness left his muscles. 

His gaze flickered at you, watchful, content. 

“So, what’d you think?” You asked, sitting up and stretching your arms behind your head yourself. 

“It was… bad.” Shigaraki wrinkled his nose in disgust and stepped off your blanket, and you followed suit. “Like, really fucking bad.”

You only shook your head in agreement and stood up, grabbing your blanket and folding it neatly. “Definitely funny, though,” you told him. “In like a, ‘this is so bad it’s hilarious,’ kind of way.” 

He nodded, agreeing with you. “I guess.” 

You nodded back, the both of you standing awkwardly as the movie players started dismantling everything. You rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet. Silence stretched between you. 

“Well, I should let you go to sleep,” you muttered eventually. “It’s 10pm.” 

“Yeah,” he whispered. “See you in class tomorrow.” 

“See ya.” 

You watched as he walked back towards your dorm, then realized, oh shit, you lived there too, and skittered after him. He was waiting at the door, holding it open as he watched you make the most awkward, “I’m not sprinting but I’m also not walking,” jog in your life. You ducked underneath him and opened the next door for him, and all of a sudden the silence was too loud. You bit your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. 

The trek to your room was faster than you’d have liked, and you gave Shigaraki one final wave as he disappeared down the hallway. You flopped down into your chair and buried your face in your hands. Hanami snickered at you. 

“That bad?” She prodded. 

“Omigawd, Hanami!” You whined through your fingers in despair. “It was fine up until the very end!” 

Hanami looked up at you from her bed, her voice sympathetic. “What happened?” 

You let out a groan, allowing your hands to fall into your lap. “It- we- ugh.”

Hanami waited patiently. 

“It was fine, and then the movie ended and I didn’t know what to say, and shit just got awkward, and then we left, and it was just… so awkward.”

“You poor thing,” Hanami cooed, less sympathetic. “I’m sure things will get better. Just give it time.” 

You could only hope she was right.

End Notes: i <3 writing for hanami shes based off my actual roommate (she's not teasing me abt a hot cool crush tho 😔)

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hihiii what do u think tomura x civilian reader would look like 👀👀👀

𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

Author's Note: HELLo! ty for the ask, i hope this was what u were looking for!

Content: Like... one? Death threat. You'll be fine. Lots of dialogue.

Word Count: 1430

Summary: Shigaraki decides he likes you.

The first time you ever met Shigaraki Tomura was at your local bookstore slash game shop. You were, as per usual for this store, weighed down with an armful of books, and you were about to make your way around a shelf to head to the checkout, when you stopped, intending to look at an interesting looking book. Instead, your foot collided with someone else’s, and you watched in horror as the person attached to the foot lost their balance and fell back on their ass. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You cried, immediately plopping your stack of books on a nearby shelf. You picked up the person, no, the man’s game cartridge, and put that on another shelf before you reached out your hand to help him up. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was putting my feet.” 

The man only glared at your outstretched hand, a black medical mask covering the lower half of his face. It did nothing, however, to hide the downright murderous scowl that contorted his forehead. His eyes flicked up to yours, red and full of hate. 

“It’s fine,” he spat out, but you could tell he was not happy with you, or the situation. He completely ignored your hand and stood up by himself, brushing himself off and snatching the game cartridge from the shelf you had put it on. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, trying to catch his eyes again, but he stubbornly kept his face ducked, which caused his hair to blur any noticeable features. “I’m really so sorry.” 

“I said it’s fine.” 

You bit your lip, hesitant, before you blurted, “look, I know we’re not supposed to use our quirks in public, but if you’re hurt I can take care of it for you. It’s the least I can do.”

That gave the man pause. His scowl dropped, and although he still didn’t look at you, he wasn’t actively trying to run away from you. “You can?” 

“Yeah!” You chirped, a bit too loudly, and you winced. “I-I mean, yeah, I can. Where does it hurt, I’ll help.” 

You saw him swallow, reach a hand up to scratch at the base of his neck, and then he stopped. He held that hand out to you, shaking ever so slightly, and turned it palm up. His wrist had the ittiest, bittiest bit of rug burn on the inside, it was nothing really. It would heal by tomorrow. But you had told him that you could help, so you activated your quirk and raised two fingers to wave above the wound. You didn’t even touch him, but he still flinched back, as if you were burning him.

Something in the back of your mind snorted at the idea of calling the tiny patch of raw skin, barely red, a wound, but you were nothing if not someone who followed through. Either way, it was gone in a moment, fading to pink, and then his wrist looked like it had never been injured. 

“Better?” You asked, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Unauthorized quirk use could get you in major trouble. 

The man made a face underneath the mask; the only reason you even noticed was because the mask itself wiggled slightly. “It itches,” he whined, using two fingers to scritch at the spot, 

“Yeah, that’ll go away in a sec.” You took a step back and grabbed your stack of books. “I’m really sorry again. Have a nice day!”

The only response you got was the feeling of his eyes trailing after you as you made your way to the front of the store. 

Over the next few months, you saw the man with red eyes again. And again. And again. And again. And one day, you figured he was trying to get your attention. You hadn’t known he was Shigaraki Tomura at first, not until your third or fourth encounter, when the features lined up just-so with the man you had seen on the news a few days earlier. 

Which spurred you on to do the stupidest thing you could possibly have, which was corner him. 

“Holy shit,” you hissed, shoving him into a back corner, behind several shelves and where no one ever really looked. “What the fuck, what the fuck, you’re that villain guy, Shigaraki Tomura, what the fuck! What the hell are you doing here?” 

Shigaraki, for the villain that he was, didn’t put up any fight as you practically bullied him backwards, his mask still over his nose and mouth. “Kind of surprised you didn’t recognize me earlier.” 

You furrowed your brows and looked at him incredulously. “You’re a little hard to recognize without that whole,” you paused, and made a general “covered” motion over your face, implying the hand that usually sat on his face. “You know?” 

Shigaraki shrugged. “The video games here are good.”

You dropped your hands and blinked at him. “This is… too weird. I should- I should be dead.” 

“I can still kill you if you want.” 

“N-No, it’s okay,” you insisted quickly, backing up. “I just… What? ”

“What ‘what’?”

You rubbed at your face. “I mean, what, why am I not dead, what, what do you mean the video games here are good, what on god’s green earth?” 

Shigaraki scratched at his neck, a habit you had noticed in a previous “innocent” meet up. “I mean I like the video games here. And you’re useful.” 

You nodded, pretending to understand. When it was clear that Shigaraki wasn’t going to elaborate, you shook your head in defeat. “How? ”

“Your quirk.” 

Oh. He had prodded you a bit more about it the second time you had met, and you had elaborated, thinking, ‘What the hell? What’s the worst that could happen?’ 

Well.  

“I see. Well um. Great meeting you, I guess.” 

“Wait.” Shigaraki shoved his hands in his pockets, awkward. You stopped backing away, knowing that your only chance of escape was dissolving like sugar in warm water. 

“Yes?”

“Join us,” Shigaraki said, looking directly at you. “We could use someone like you.”

You sighed and blinked at him, confused. “I-I have no reason to.” 

Shigaraki snorted and you were very suddenly reminded of the danger that was simply his hands. 

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” 

Shigaraki shook his head, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled beneath his mask. It wasn’t the most comforting look. “No.”

Which was how you found yourself joining the league. Actually, join was a strong word, it was more like you were on retainer when needed, or when not needed. It was really up to Shigaraki’s discretion. He popped in whenever someone was in need of healing, or when he was bored. Which, as the months passed, seemed to grow more and more often. 

And… well, you weren’t really afraid of him. Yeah, he threatened you often enough. But he never really seemed into it, nor did he ever follow through. So you entertained him, learned how to play his favorite video games with him, and even, on days when he was angry or frightened or just plain upset, he would let you read your favorite books to him. He would huff and pout, crossing his arms and kicking his feet up onto your coffee table, but he’d let you read without interrupting until you got to the end of the chapter, and then the flood of questions would pour out. 

He cared. You knew he cared, you could tell in the way he listened and took notes, remembering everything you said. He’d bitch about you bitching, but he wouldn’t let a problem linger around you for long, and you were never left wanting for anything for long. 

He never spoke up either, never admitted it was him leaving little gifts around your apartment for you to find. That was, unless, you went too long without mentioning it offhandedly. 

“How are you finding that new pan?” He would ask, not looking up from his Switch. 

“It’s fine,” you would reply, swallowing back any hint of a smile. “Food doesn’t stick to it like my old one.” 

“Good to hear.”

“Mmm.” 

And then you would move on. 

It was simple. It was quiet. Maybe society wouldn’t consider you a good person anymore, but you didn’t care. You lived a peaceful life, with people who relied on you, and made you feel needed. And the world’s scariest villain, Shigaraki Tomura, liked you. 

So yeah, you were doing pretty damn good, if you did say so yourself.

End Notes: i'm not sure how to feel about this one. anon, i hope you enjoy <3 feedback is always appreciated.

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okay but like.

the leagues gotta eat. and foods getting expensive nowadays. so really, robbing that bank wasn't their fault, not entirely. you couldn't blame someone for wanting to sustain themselves, right?

you mulled over your thoughts as your car, a beautiful, midnight green mclaren 765 LT. it was your favorite, out of all the cars supplied to you so far. how shigaraki had gotten his paws on it, you didn't know and you didn't care. it wasn't your job to care, it was only your job to drive.

so that's what you fucking did. always fast, always far, cool and calm and collected, and grinning like the cat who got the canary.

and the best part? well, the best part was the fucking music, your music, blasting in your ears through your earbuds. you'd cause too much attention to yourself if there was a mclaren sitting on the street, sir mix-a-lot seeping through the windows.

you were so lost in your own thoughts that when dabi threw open the car door, shoving a bag of money in the very limited back seat, you jumped slightly. you watched with wide eyes as dabi scrambled into the seat next to you, slamming the door behind him as he gasped for air.

"what are you fucking waiting for, an invitation?" he snapped, waving at you. "fucking drive!"

you sprang into action, shifting gears and tearing out of the parking spot. traffic wasn't too heavy, but people were fucking idiots nowadays, so you kept your eyes on the road and your foot on the gas.

mmhfyghb. baby driver inspired fic w dabi. hrhrhrhhf.