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enjoy!!! i cried a little ngl

the i already have this saved in my jjk folder

🚬🚬🚬🚬was not expecting to cry today thank you toke

SAM DO YOU WATCH JJK?

I DOO I’M WAITING FOR SEASON THREE

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1. favorite color; i have a few but i’ve been really into shades of blue and red recently

2. last song; 23 - chase atlantic

3. currently reading; aot and bllk mangas, but started rereading the hunger games series

4. currently watching; started windbreaker and a rewatch of supernatural from the beginning

5. currently craving; ramen like no other omg like some good ass ramen, just noodles in general actually, or maybe just chinese or japanese food

6. coffee or tea; uh i don’t really drink either but i love them both when i do drink them, mostly tea though

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1. Favourite colour: Teal

2. Last song: Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry

3. Currently reading: Outlander Series (technically it’s collecting dust on my bookshelf because I mostly read fanfic…)

4. Currently watching: Single’s Inferno, Medium, and forever casually rewatching SPN

5. Currently craving: the bag of sweet chilli & sour cream chips I bought earlier (just waiting for kiddos to go to bed)

6. Coffee or tea: coffee! An iced latte any season.

@losers-clvb @middleearthislife @my-stories-vault @supernotnatural2005 @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @jollyhunter

rakko and chiikawa!!!!

KISAAA NO UUU

ily so much actually (we’ve yapped like four times but shhh 🤫 it’s fine)

my baby frfr

haiiii twinnn <<33 hachiware fs :333

twinnn haiiii ilyyy that’s so cute :33 <333

<33

it’s so nice being fond of people on here :-) like yeah maybe we only know each other in a very limited way but i care abt you guys & hearing abt your lives makes me happy & i like listening to the things u have to say & i really truly wish the best for you all!!! sending my love from a couple states, countries, oceans away

can I req a fic with sae, and the reader and rin are friends, and sae doesnt like it and he’s just really mean to the reader even though she didn’t nothing, and rin goes out and sae forces her into his room n then u can do wtv u want >_<

.ᐟ wrong kind of attention

.ᐟ cw: smut mdni, mean!sae, best friend's brother, degrading kinda

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 (𝑜ℎ, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ) - 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑒 𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

You were one of rin’s closest friend. Maybe his only friend but that didn’t matter.

You were at his house at the moment, wearing his jersey because your shirt got wet due to the rain when you and rin were running back home from uni.

What was weird was that rin’s brother was home and he kept giving you these dirty looks. Did he not like you being here? You tried staying away from him, not wanting to get caught up in anything.

“Hey yn, I have some errands to run. I’ll be right back” rin stepped in to tell you. You smiled, waving at him as he left. You were sitting on the couch in front of their abnormally large tv not knowing what to do.

You made your way upstairs, wanting to go into rin’s room to relax but you came face to face with an unwanted presence.

Sae. you looked up at him, expression unreadable, jaw clenched and arms crossed over his chest like he hated you for breathing.

“Why are you here? Rin’s not home” his voice flat and monotonous

You quirked an eyebrow, taking a step back to maintain distance.

“Sorry.. Could you move, please” you said quietly, not wanting to get into it with sae itoshi.

He grabbed your wrist pushing you inside rin’s bedroom. You nearly tripped over your own feet but you grabbed on to the bed before you could fall.

You glared up at sae, whose eyes were dissecting every inch of you, judging you like you’re nothing.

“Why does it matter. I’m not bothering you”

“You are” he stepped closer “your presence alone ticks me off” he hooked a finger under your chin making you look up.

You didn’t know what to say to that. You’d never done anything to him—always polite, always quiet, always careful not to cross whatever invisible line he had drawn in this apartment. And still, every time, Sae looked at you like you were some stain he couldn’t scrub out.

“Rin likes me being here,” you said, softer this time.

Sae’s jaw clenched. “Yeah. I’ve noticed.”

The pads of his fingers came in contact with your chest, pushing you down onto the bed.

“Sae, what’re you doing”

“Trying to find out what rin sees in you” his eyes flickered down to your exposed thigh. Your uniform skirt riding up, exposing the soft skin.

“You’re a dick”

“You haven’t left, yet” was he referring to you leaving the room or the house? Before you knew it, he was leaning down, pressing his lips onto yours.

You should’ve left by now, god, why haven’t you left. Instead, you tilted your head back, giving him better access to your lips. His lips moved against your, they were soft, he tasted like mint. He pulled away, grinning at your dazed expression.

“You like him don’t you?”

“N-no!” what the hell was he on about.

“I see the way you look at him. But don’t worry, i’ll change that” what now?

He straightened his back, unbuckling his belt. Your eyes widened looking at him.

He pulled his hard cock out from his boxers, bringing it close to your face.

“I’m not forcing you to stay here, you could leave” he said, you stared up at him through your lashes, letting his precum drip onto your lips. The salty flavour spreads through your mouth. You leaned up, parting your lips, sticking your tongue out, mouth coming in contact with sae’s sensitive tip.

You wrapped your lips around him, slowly taking him.

“There we go, good” his words went straight to your core, making you press your thighs together. His free hand fisted your hair pushing you all the way down. He groaned at his cock hit the back of your throat.

You clung onto him as he thrusted himself into your mouth at a brutal pace, not leaving any room for oxygen.

Your cries came out muffled, sending the vibrations straight to his dick. Before you knew it, he was filling your mouth up with that salty liquid.

You had held his cum in your mouth, some dripping down your chin and onto your thighs.

“Swallow” he demanded, swiping the cum from your thighs and lips with his middle finger. You painfully swallowed, parting your lips to clean off his finger that he brought up to your mouth.

He leaned down, inspecting your face. You thought he was going to kiss you so you leaned up only for him to push you down onto the bed.

“As if i’d kiss you after you took my dick in your mouth” he scoffed, turning to walk out the door, he stopped right before turning the handle.

“You’re not all that bad.. With your mouth shut” he gave you a cruel smirk before walking out.

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A/n: im so sorry, this is complete ass. i just found out i have to move out in like 3 months and i'm lwk so stressed. but i promised to answer reqs. so here it is. hopefully it's enough enough. i feel a writer's block coming but i'm trying to push thro, lets see.

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⋆~.ᐟTeacher satoru

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, teacher x student

"𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒" - 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒

✎﹏﹏♡

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who catches you giving him ‘fuck me’ eyes every time you guys are in the middle of a lesson.

Teacher satoru.ᐟwould bend down to pick up the pencil you dropped, grazing his fingers up your legs as he straightened himself and handed it to you.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who knows you wear the tightest shirt and the most prominent lace bra you own, just so you can tease him while he lectures the class. You can see as he steals glances from you, not even bothering to hide the fact that his eyes are lingering a bit too long on your chest.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who asks you to stay after class so you guys can chat.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who makes you stand in front of him, unbuttoning your shirt so he can admire the pretty bra you wore for him.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who leans back in his chair, legs spread while he asks you to play with your tits through the bra. He’ll pull down the lacy blue bra to see your pretty tits but won’t take it off.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who makes you get on your knees and suck his long cock while he has your thighs spread with his foot, making you play with your wet pussy.

“You look distracted. If you want to cum so badly, you’ll have to make me finish first and then i’ll let you cum”

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who won’t let you cum until you beg him.

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who’ll bend you over his desk, rubbing his long fingers over your dripping cunt and making you ride them until you cum all over them. He’ll pinch your clit if you’re not doing a good job at keeping him entertained. He would push them inside so deep, knowing damn well how long his fingers are, just so he can hear you cry out his name.

"Keep going, there we go. such a good girl, hm?"

Teacher satoru.ᐟ who’ll either smear the cum all over your tits or he’ll shove his fingers deep in your mouth, making you lick them clean.

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A/N: idk if the people from my permanent taglist want to be tagged for my stories outside of bllk but.. i'll keep it this way. if you want to only be tagged for bllk, lemme know and i'll change it. idk how i'm feeling about this layout but the blue lwk eats

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haiii twinnn 15 and 25 for the soft asks plssss :333

twinnn (yesss i wanna hear what ur most proudest of in the dms i love lore drops)

n e waysss

15; comfort food?

uhh i’m so basic w this it’s lwk embarrassing but like my adhd and the tism doesn’t really allow me to branch out and i usually stick to the same kinds of foods, lately though i’ve been trying new things with my friends and that’s been fun

but uh either chicken alfredo or chicken tenders and fries, but like if we’re getting deep with it probably mac and cheese (trauma lolll)

25; if your soul was a color, what would it be?

damn and u said i was getting deep?? uh honestly idrk i love all kinds of colors, especially blues and reds and grays, some oranges/yellows, pastels are cool too, some greens ig

hmm idk really, although if i had to pick i’ve always been deeply connected and attached to aquamarine, teal and sage.

there’s js something abt these three colors that feel like home to me, but if i have to specifically pick one i’d have to go with teal

reblog to headpat the one you reblogued from!!

men have one homoerotic rivalry and make it everyones problem for the rest of their life

I'm gonna eat you

in what way? and is this a threat or a promise?

i’ll have to ask my gf to make sure it’s okay first

alsoooo fmk with lee know, bang chan and felix hehehe

alr u hate me 😔 guys its official kenz and i are breaking up bc she hates me (sorry kisa)

fuck bang chan

marry felix

kill lee know (and then kms after bc he’s js a sweetheart)

hiii twinnn i missed u!!!! top three romance movies? hihihi

fuck romance movies?

uhhh ummm hmmm

the princess bride (my mom loves this movie i grew up watching it and it holds a special place in my heart)

the notebook (he built her her dream house like c’mon)

titanic (there was room on that fucking door fight me on it)

fuck, marry, kill

hawks, shiggy and dabi hehe

make me choose between two things

summer or winter?

who you ship me with

heh

ok so you hate me bc you picked my main 3

sighhhh 🚬

marry hawks, fuck shiggy, murder/suicide with dabi 😔

so this is hard cause they both affect me differently

summer most likely

who i ship you with?

aside from bakugo’s fuck ass and deku, i’d have to ship you with

either kaminari or sero i js feel like there’s vibes there

top 3 musicals GO

alright the thing about this is that i’ve literally only seen or listened to like 4? (idk i could be wrong) musicals sooo

but i’ll rank my top 3 in the order i like them

1) Epic The Musical obviously (it’s literally my whole theme)

2) Six (the musical about King Henry VIII wives)

3) Hamilton

ᝰ.ᐟstreet racer!shidou hcs

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, explicit content, drug consumption, weed, alcohol, blood

"𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘, 𝐼𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒" - 𝐹𝑀$ 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑧

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

street racer!shidou.ᐟShows up to underground afterparties already halfway gone—shirt loose, lip bleeding from a crash, and still downing shots like water.

street racer!shidou.ᐟdoesn’t race to win—he races to destroy. he's not called mad dog for no reason.

street racer!shidou.ᐟ he gets in fights soo often, you've lost track of how many times he's punched people for the most insignificant things. oh and don't even get me started on how he comes up behind guys when they're being rude to you or flirting with you. he'll tell you to leave and wait by his car and once he comes back, he would say they just talked but his busted up bleeding knuckles say otherwise

street racer!shidou.ᐟHe loves pushing people off their lines, brushing bumpers, sending sparks flying.

street racer!shidou.ᐟHe laughs when he's about to crash and grins when the engine starts smoking.

street racer!shidou.ᐟDownshifts like he’s pulling a trigger. His car sounds angry—just like him.

street racer!shidou.ᐟLives in the moment. Doesn’t think long-term, which makes him dangerous.

street racer!shidou.ᐟRough hands, even rougher kisses. Loves bruising your lips with how hard he kisses. speaking of rough hands, he knows you stare at his hands a little more than necessary, especially when he's working on a car. his large hands covered in oil, cuts and marks. he'll smirk and pull you onto his lap, wrapping them around you thighs,

"if you're gn'a stare, at least make it less obvious, princess"

street racer!shidou.ᐟAlways has an arm slung around your neck or waist, whispering shit in your ear in public just to see you squirm.

"you see my car over there, yeah? you'd look so good laying flat on it while you take my cock. just imagine everyone watching you getting absolutely fucking ruined"

street racer!shidou.ᐟLowkey likes when you brat. He sees it as a challenge—and he never backs down from those.

"you look so cute acting up, you'll look even cuter when you're begging me to let you cum tonight"

street racer!shidou.ᐟlives for the public. whether it be showing off his skills or fucking you where everyone can see, he'd cover your face if you're embarrassed but if he's feeling feisty, he'll even fuck you against his enemies' cars

street racer!shidou.ᐟDrinks tequila straight from the bottle. No lime. No salt. Just raw burn, like him.

street racer!shidou.ᐟPops pills and grins like the devil himself. Ecstasy makes him too touchy, too turned on, too chaotic to control. "don't tell me to relax, princess, the fun 's only getting started" he'd say before throwing back another pill

street racer!shidou.ᐟSometimes he’s so high, he’ll drag you into his car and fuck you on the hood, motor still hot, bass still thumping. even if you beg him to take you somewhere private, he'll just grin and tease you.

"don't be shy, everyone here already knows you're mine, so why fight it?"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ when he drinks too much or is way too intoxicated, he'll pull you onto his lap, will kiss you sloppy and messy like he’s starving. Pants halfway down, voice breathy against your neck:

“Let’s make this night hurt, yeah?”

street racer!shidou.ᐟHas a thing for mirrors—wants you bent over in front of one, so he can see everything. he'll force you to watch yourself, especially when he's slipping his cock inside, he would definetly be the type of person to make you watch yourself when you ride his cock.

"hey! hey, eyes on the mirror, keep em open, that's right, good girl"

street racer!shidou.ᐟWill eat you out while high, moaning against you like he’s getting off on your taste. Might even talk dirty to your pussy like it’s a person. PLUS he has a pierced tongue, so imagine him fucking you with it, the little metal ball coming in contact with your sensitive pussy, knowing you're close to coming for the nth time as you twitch and throb under him.

"she's so pretty, fuck, taste's so damn good"

street racer!shidou.ᐟIf he’s drunk enough, he’ll put you in his lap in the club booth, hand between your thighs under your dress, no shame, no mercy.

“You’re dripping. Just from me looking at you. That’s kinda slutty, babe.”

street racer!shidou.ᐟRoadhead while high? Absolutely. But he'll slam the brakes mid-blowjob just to hear you gasp and clutch the seat. he'll laugh when you choke around his fat cock, tears streaming down your face. he'll coo you only to shove your head deeper.

"aww, too big? you're doing great princess, keep going, you're mouth is so nice and warm"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ Likes when you ride him wearing nothing but his racing jacket and heels. and maybe sometimes some cute lacy panties. he'll put your legs on his shoulders nearly folding you in half as he thrusts inside of you, knowing damn well his cock is kissing your cervix.

"ahh- princess you're sucking me in, are you that needy for cock?"

street racer!shidou.ᐟ If you guys have sex in the back of his car, or in the drivers seat, he would purposely leave the windows rolled down for anyone passing by to see who you belong to.

“One more round. Just one more. Can’t stop thinking about how tight you were. Don’t tap out yet, princess.”

street racer!shidou.ᐟ He pours champagne on your chest, licks it off like a damn savage.

street racer!shidou.ᐟ Smokes a cigarette post-sex with his head thrown back, marks and scratches all over him like war wounds. And then says:

“You’ll be the death of me, baby. Hope you’re ready to take the fall.”

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A/n: he's such a fucking freak, i want him. This came out a bit later than needed, all of my prewritten drafts were posted, so i had to write in bulk yesterday and got too lazy to post. For the person that requested a shidou fic

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DRESS PRESENTATION!

keigo takami (hawks) x reader smau, model au

an: more of a teaser than a trailer.. sorry. formatting sucks but we deal w it.

tag list: @chaoslibra @samm1e13 @seijuroww

dividers from: @saradika-graphics

Category: Villain

shigaraki x afab!reader

tags: grinding, fingering, virginity loss (tomura's), more experienced reader, praise kink if you squint

warnings: this is a smut fic. | 18+ | MDNI / Ageless blogs DNI

wc: 2.2k

a/n: this is a character study wrapped in a smutty bow. Pre-MVA characterization. this is also my second time writing smut, pls go easy on me

happy birthday tomura baby <3

Tomura had been branded as a freak the instant he killed his entire family at only five-years old. It was a mark that stood stark against the surface of his pale skin, its burn traveling through every layer of skin and flesh, down to the bone. Even as a mere child, he was always treated like some sort of monster. The kind of guy you'd see coming and cross to the other side of the street. Someone you'd worry about following you home. A degenerate. A creep. A villain.

With All For One's guidance, he had learned to embrace these views of himself at a very young age. No one would ever help him, no hero or bystander. He was a villain, after all. And if he couldn't be anything but a disgusting villain, he might as well be the most disgusting villain in Japan.

His views changed when you stumbled into his life. At first, he didn't know how to react to you. To your kindness. You would tease him, call him cute. You were somehow capable of drawing out a softness in him—the part of him that wanted to pet every dog he saw out on a walk. The part of him that wanted to hold your hand. Parts of him he thought died with his family.

Growing up, Tomura was obsessed villains. The kind that killed and destroyed. This obsession was found in all forms of media; comic books, television shows, and as he soon found, porn.

The villain stereotyping for porn was…interesting. Brutal and careless, the kind of person who took, not gave. A selfish lover, if one could even use that word. Reality didn't always equal fiction. And Tomura was a real villain, forged in iron and blood, not an over exaggerated caricature of evil. He hated how soft he felt when he was with you. How softly he wanted to fuck you.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was a villain, someone who wanted utter destruction, not for selfish reasons, but for the betterment of society, for fucks sake. Villains were harsh. Cruel. Possessing a ruthlessness and violence that was incongruent with affection or tenderness. All media, all stereotyping, should have made him merciless. His pornographic counterpart would have you folded over, cruelly pounding away at your cunt in a mating press, uncaring and unconcerned about the possible effects of decay from where his hands pressed below your knees.

It wasn't just that he was scared of hurting you, it was that a fear that he'd become the thing everyone expected him to be—cruel, uncaring, selfish—and those traits would come out when he was with you. With the ones he loved. Your love for Tomura came easy. Getting him to love himself came harder.

It started slow on your insistence of his comfort—long make out sessions in abandoned buildings that left both your lips red and swollen and his cock straining beneath his boxers, a wet spot on the front as evidence of his arousal. He always felt guilty after; dark finger-shaped bruises from where he gripped your ass and thighs tightly, desperate to feel your skin even through his artists gloves. Slowly though, he began to realize that you didn't exactly mind, often guiding his hands exactly where you wanted them, admiring the marks he made in the mirror.

It was during one of these sessions where things got a bit heavier than normal. You were sat, straddled over his lap, his hands kneading your ass under the hem of your shorts, when you suddenly and involuntarily jerked, grinding into his dick, hard beneath his black pants. From the way you shuddered and moaned into his mouth, the friction must have gone directly to your clit.

"God—sorry," you gasped.

Sliding his hands up to your hips, Tomura guided you over his cock, rocking his hips into yours.

"Don't be," He panted into your mouth.

Your pussy was so warm through the fabric of his pants as you began to grind your clit over his length, hard against his thigh. You looked so beautiful like this—moans escaping your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. You looked like you wanted him to fuck you.

Suddenly he was twitching in his pants, hot, wet cum soaking the fabric of his jeans, a choked whimper escaping his mouth.

He couldn't hear anything over the sound of yours and his breathing, coming out in short, quick breaths, his heartbeat in his ears.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he looked up at you. You had a satisfied, almost smug looking smile on your face. Leaning in to kiss him again, you murmured against his lips. "Whatever you want to do, I trust you." Suddenly he wasn't what people thought of him. He was a villain, yes, but he was capable of things no stereotyped reflection of himself would be able to do. He could fuck you hard if he wanted. But softly? He was allowed to do that as well, and it didn't make him any less of a villain.

Placing his hand on your lower back, he turned and sat up, flipping you onto your back on the couch. "Can I finger you?"

Your pupils dilated, large and dark with want. "Please." He wished he wasn't wearing his stupid gloves, that way he could decay your shorts and underwear off for quicker access. He wished he could control his quirk better. He wished a lot of things. He let you unbutton them, helping you tug them down and off the rest of the way.

"Someone's impatient," you laughed, breathy, as you spread your legs, bent at the knee.

He felt his face flush even further, if that was possible. "Shut up."

Slowly, he slid his ring finger over your folds, relinquishing in the way you shuddered from the touch, not from fear of him, but out of anticipation. Desire. A craving only he could satisfy. He licked his dry, cracking lips, smiling as he slowly slid his ring finger in all the way, coating it in a wetness that clung to his skin. He didn't know it'd be so.. soft. Warm.

His middle finger, clad in the fabric of his glove, went in next. You opened so easily, evidence of your arousal. Arousal for him. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. Curling his fingers up, he felt a small sense of pride course through him at the way you gasped. He pistoned his fingers in and out, focused on on your sweet spot, a wet, squelching noise filling his ears, combined with your soft moans and keens. Just for him. Because of him.

He grinned as your whines increased in pitch and frequency, your hands coming up to pull him down into a kiss as you tightened around his fingers as you came.

He made sure to get condoms on the next supply run.

It was a miracle you both were able to find a mattress that wasn't piss or blood-soaked, covered in questionable stains, or torn in the middle. The two of you managed to sequester some time alone, adding onto the list of current miracles leading to this moment.

Shaking, Tomura's hands wrapped around the condom, the lubrication from it wetting and sticking to his palm and fingers as he unrolled it over his length. A million thoughts raced through his head. What if his dick was too small? What if you thought it was ugly? Could a dick be ugly?

You were patiently watching him from on the bed, legs bent to the side. From the way your eyes widened when he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked his pants and boxers aside, he supposed he could toss the "small" and "ugly" insecurity in the trash. There was an obvious air of lust and affection in your gaze as your eyes traversed the planes of his body. He bristled, feeling undeserving of your gaze.

"Do you have to watch me so intently?"

You laughed at how his embarrassment only reddened him further. "I can look away if you want," the smile on your lips turned playful, mirth glinting in your eye. His brow furrowed as he was certain whatever words came next were meant to embarrass him further.

"But you have a pretty dick, so I'll keep watching if you don't mind."

"Shut up," he groaned despite his own smile as he lightly pushed you to lie back on the bed, your laughter singing in his ears before silenced by his lips on yours. His cock, hot and heavy, tapped against the plane of your stomach as he crawled over you, caging your body in with his.

He felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he pinched your nipple with one hand, making you gasp into his mouth. "You're the pretty one."

Separating for air, he sat up, leaning back on his calves. Your cunt was covered in a sheer layer of your arousal, pretty and flushed. Sliding his fingers in just like before, he scissored them against your soaked walls, stretching you out in preparation. Once sufficiently stretched, he lined the head of his cock up to your entrance. Slowly, he thrust in with a low groan, eyes rolling back. You were somehow warmer, tighter around his length than his fingers. You gasped, fisting the blanket underneath you as he pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

He looked down at where the two of you connected, blue tufts of hair trailing down to the shaft of his cock, swallowed by your tight hole.

"It's, uh-," Tomura panted, face strained from behind the light blue strands of hair that curtained off the planes of his cheeks, "-a lot tighter than expected."

He looked ethereal like this, a flushed, peachy hue painting his skin down to his bare chest. "Yeah," you sighed, pushing his hair behind his ears. "Take your time. I need a second, too."

Your thumb traced over the planes of his face, over the rough texture of the scar on his lip. His hips jerked as he kissed your thumb, leaning down to kiss your lips, gloved hands creating waves over the blankets like sand dunes in a desert.

For a moment he lingered, lost in the saccharine taste of your tongue and the syrupy wetness between your legs as your walls pulsed and clenched around his dick, the vibrations of your moans making his lips tingle. All the porn in the world wouldn’t have prepared him for how tender and warm this felt, the soft expanse of your thighs grounding him and keeping him close.

Slowly he began to move his hips, relishing in the way your sex gripped his cock, the friction of your pussy against every vein and nerve slowing and streamlining his thoughts to follow one command: faster.

His hips sped up, chasing the friction his nerves so desired. He became enraptured by your face- every twitch between your brows, every noise or whimper you made, the way your face contorted when he hit just the right spot. He felt high off it, the expanse of your pleasure evident from every ridge and valley of your face, contorted and shifting with every moan. Chasing the high, he shifted the angle of his hips, your moans increasing in pitch as one hand grasped at the base of his neck, gently tugging at the hairs at his nape, the other rubbing circles into your clit.

"Please—you're so good, you feel so good—" you gasped, voice coming out choked around every thrust. His brain lagged from the praise, a brief stutter in his hips as his thoughts clipped through his head.

"Can you get on top."

"Yeah," you laughed, breathy with amusement at his reaction. Flipping over, you sunk down on his length, somehow deeper than he was before, with a low groan. "Oh fuck." Slowly you began to move your hips, grinding your swollen, puffy clit over the whispy hairs leading down to his shaft, an arousal and slickness that mixed between the two of you leaking down onto his skin. He wished he could feel it on his cock, how sticky and wet you were as you surrounded him. He bet it felt perfect.

His hands grasped around your hips as you rode him, face flushed and sweaty, chest and beading with droplets of sweat. From this angle, his dick was hitting the perfect spot, making you see stars. A tightness in your belly grew as you increased your pace, riding him with a fervor as you approached your orgasm. You stilled as your pussy fluttered around him, tightening as you unraveled. He was close before, but as you tightened, the dam broke. With a final thrust, he spilled hot bursts of cum into the condom, his grip tight around your soft hips.

You slumped against him, bare tits pressed into his chest, forehead nestled into the crook of his neck. A wave of calm serenity washed over him as he pressed a kiss into your hairline, lightly muscled arms wrapping snug around your back.

You sighed, content, mumbling into his neck.

"I love you."

He felt his dick twitch from where it still lay inside you. "We're doing that again later."

The Black Sun Swallows Whole

shigaraki x reader

Consumed by grief after the death of your parents, you throw yourself into researching their killers, an organization called The Abyssal Factory lead by All For One, who claim to be for the betterment of society. When you're given the opportunity to fight back against their corruption, you jump at the chance. However, as you get more entangled with your fight against unchecked power, you find that everything is not as it seemed, especially when it comes to the heir to the company, Tomura Shigaraki.

tags: canon typical violence, enemies to lovers, found family, scifi au, alternative universe, science fiction and fantasy, slow burn, plot heavy, no quirks, reader has backstory, shigaraki being an ass

warnings: nonconsentual choking

wc: 6.8k

a/n: this fic has been my baby over the past few months, I really hope ya'll like it!! I changed a few details about canon to make things make sense for a quirkless AU, I hope it makes sense!

An absolutely huge thank you to @scary-grace for the beta read, and for listening to my ideas for this fic!!

Chapter 1

The bar was dim when you first stepped inside, lit only by the lukewarm glow of the orange lights that hung over every booth and the neon signs that crept over the surface of the round bartending station at the center of the room. You shuffled from side to side uncomfortably as a persistent stick gripped your shoes and a smell of cheap booze permeated the air, making your nostrils flare. Groups of intermingling species sat engrossed in their own conversations, yelling at each other over the sound of the music that blared over the speakers. You recognized the song—some musician from the planet Vendere, the tune slow and melodic. It was something you'd want to slow dance to in other circumstances.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you scanned the room. The bar's environment was completely out of your wheelhouse. You were used to spending your time alone. With this level of noise and a huge crowd, it was inevitable for you to feel out of place. It didn't help that you already didn't drink much to begin with, and you certainly didn't have any friends to go out with. At least today you didn't have to socialize outside of the realm of business.

Checking your commlink, you waited for a notification to pop up on the screen. Nothing. It seemed your contacts weren't here yet. In hindsight, meeting up with strangers off of obscure internet forums was probably not the smartest idea, especially considering the nature of what you were planning. There was a non-zero chance you'd get arrested tonight. Regardless, you felt prepared to protect yourself in case anything went wrong. Your blaster felt heavy against your belt, and the three knives you kept strapped to you at all times were easy enough to handle, after all.

After ordering the cheapest thing you could think of, sliding what was probably too-many credits to the bartender, you settled into a booth at the back of the bar, facing the doorway. With a shaking breath, you mentally rehearsed your story, recounting what you were going to say. What drove you. Made you tick.

You could picture Vita, one of the thousands of inhabited planets in the Musutafu galaxy and your home planet, as it was when you grew up. Tall grasses that you loved to weave into little baskets. The water that reflected the sky, vibrant and shining, rippling and distorting from the small animals that disturbed it. Insects and birds that screeched a harmonious, chaotic song late into the night.

Your love for the water enforced your love for Vita. Some of your fondest childhood memories were days spent in the marshlands surrounding your house. Days when you would splash in puddles until the mud caked your boots and flecked your face. You would come home upon sundown, your mother scolding you as she wiped your face and arms with a wet cloth before sending you on your way to the bath.

Vita was dry now. As a child, you knew water was important, but not to what extent. To a young child, water was just what you drank. It was what you played in. Bathed in. You never expected it to become the economic resource it came to be regarded as.

You were ten when your world started to end. When Vita dried.

Drying was what the Intergalactic Empire insisted happened to your planet. A strange occurrence due to the citizens' over-consumption of water. But you knew the reality of its death. What was touted as a scientific breakthrough, capable of changing and revolutionizing the infrastructure of space travel, actually became your planet's downfall. Water was discovered to hold properties to allow for clean engines that didn't require expensive wiring or electrical systems. It was supposed to be better for the planet— for the galaxy. Until someone naturally got greedy.

This greed is what killed your planet.

With so much water ripe for the taking, it was only natural that someone would try to take advantage of the abundance of natural resources.

Your parents, as politicians, advocated for the protection of your planet's natural resources and sustainability efforts. They had taught you to recognize right from wrong and to stand up for what you believe in, despite what others may think.

This same philosophy is what had gotten them killed.

The night they were killed left a stain on your soul that no amount of scrubbing could remove. You were playing in the marsh again, watching the tadpoles swim around your boots and hands in the water. Their screams from the house startled you, the sound echoing across the still waters and sent any animal careening. Your little ten-year-old brain didn't know if you should run or hide with the tadpoles. Your rain boots seemed to sink further into the mud as you stood, blood rushing in your ears as you began to run towards your house, each step loudly splashing as the water speckled you from the waist down. The slight breeze seemed like a vigorous wind as you paused, approaching the house. Parked on the dry patch of land where your parent's ship usually parked was a strange starship, black and aerodynamic, you had never seen before.

Your parents would have told you if they were having guests. Why didn't they tell you?

The sound of two male voices echoed off the water, booming against the quiet sound of insects buzzing in the marsh.

"Wasn't there a brat we were supposed to get too?" An icy chill ran down your spine. Did they mean you? Your shorts became soaked as you scrambled to crouch down, hiding behind the large patches of tall grass. The sides of the grass poked into you painfully as you stilled, willing your body not to move a muscle. You held your breath and hoped your rabbit-quick heartbeat wasn't loud enough to startle the wolves.

They were too far away for you to pick out any discernible features. "There was," he said, bored. "But what does it matter, we can always come back."

The other man began to protest, "But the boss said—"

"I don't care what Shigaraki said, it's one kid. We aren't getting paid enough to care." Recognition sparked in your head. You heard your parents discussing Shigaraki at the dinner table. As the CEO of The Abyssal Factory, a company focused on "clean, water-dependent engines for space travel," he was their biggest opponent when it came to the protection of Vita's water.

Their voices drifted further away. Still crouched, you stood on your toes to peer over the grass. They now stood by their starships. You prayed they were leaving.

"I guess," the taller one muttered, so quiet you could barely make out the words, before climbing into the ship. "We'll come back if he finds out."

Still crouched, knees aching, you started at the ship as it quickly shrank to a dot in the sky, disappearing as it took off. Red-hot tears wet your waterline as your boot, stuck in the mud, pulled off your foot. Panic gripped you.

Damn it. You flinched. You weren't supposed to say damn it. Your socked foot was sopping wet and cold as you raced towards the house, fumbling and crawling up the stairs, leaving thick splats of mud that exploded into stars on each step.

You stood in eerie silence as the back door was left open, white curtains swaying in the wind, the bottom edges tinged with red droplets. Hot tears rose to wet your waterline. The air smelled metallic as you slowly trudged through the house, the water dripping off your clothes and onto the floor, leaving a brown trail of droplets behind you.

The memory of your dead parents stayed etched into your brain in the same way their blood was now etched into every nook and cranny of your living room floor. To this day, you wished you could forget it. The awkward angles your parents laid at. The way their blood pooled, mirroring the same puddles you used to love.

Everything was blurry from that point. You remember crawling towards the commlink to call your aunt, screaming and begging for help until your throat went hoarse. For someone to bring your mom and dad back. For someone to towel you off the way your mom used to. The flashing lights and questions from the Interspace police were locked away in the recesses of your mind, never to be seen again.

A ping on your commlink snapped you out of your thoughts. Wrestling to pull it out of your jacket, you glanced at the notification.

"We're here." Your contact. Finally.

You spotted them by the door— two men casually dressed, covertly glancing around the room for you. You raised your arm in a wave, "here."

You got a better look at them as they approached, sliding across from you in the booth. "I'm guessing you're the one I've been speaking to?" The scruffy one with long, black hair asked, neutral in tone. "Yeah," pulling out your wallet, you tossed your ID on the table. That was the condition you had both agreed upon to ensure you both were who you said you were. Real IDs. No funny business.

The other man, blonde, quickly snatched up your ID, scrutinizing it through his yellow, triangular glasses, mustache twitching. He must have liked it, because he thrust it back at you along with his own. "This better not be a fake."

"It's not." Taking both, you took a minute to look at his. Hizashi Yamada. The ID was old, but he matched the photo, and there weren't any obvious imperfections that would indicate its illegitimacy.

The air in your little booth was as tense and quiet as you switched IDs with the other man, the single hanging light from above elongating your faces. Shota Aizawa. Just like Yamada's, there weren't any issues you could observe from the naked eye. The both of you nodded, satisfied. Your knee bounced from beneath the table. Finally, something was happening.

Your desire to avenge your parents had consumed you, eventually driving you to encrypted online forums to discuss your target: Shigaraki, first name unknown, simply nicknamed All For One on the online forums. You had seen their large, obnoxiously branded ships drain entire planets of everything they had, leaving its citizens with no choice but to seek asylum elsewhere or join them for a "gainful employment opportunity." It was corrupt, unjust, and completely unchecked.

Of course, other people noticed. Others called for the Interspace government take action against them. But The Abyssal Factory's lobbying efforts proved fruitful, causing the forums to turn to turn to other methods of control. They held whispers of assassination, calls for retaliation. You wanted to be part of that. This lead you to where you were today.

The plan was simple; Exchange backstories, see if you trusted each other, and then exchange resources if you did. You had information they needed, they had the manpower you so desperately craved.

Luckily, the bar was loud enough to mask your conversation. "So. How'd All For One fuck your planet?"

If looks could kill, then you'd hate to be on the receiving end of Yamada's. "We're from Focis." Those three words made your stomach drop. Focis was one of the first planets completely drained by The Abyssal Factory. You heard stories of what had happened. Fires that engulfed whole cities, buildings leveled, victims forever trapped among the rubble. It was said that the screams of its citizens could still be heard in the wind.

There were very few survivors, most people unable to escape to the starships in time. Those who managed to escape lived with both the mental and physical scars, a constant smoke in their lungs that wouldn't leave no matter how much clean air they breathed.

It was regarded as one of the largest instances of mass death caused by The Abyssal Factory, earning Shigaraki the title of All For One. All the world's resources, all this death caused by one rich bastard seeking a profit. It infuriated you. You were further enraged by the fact that All For One completely got away with it too, only facing a mild slap on the wrist by the Intergalactic Empire, probably due to his "generous donations." The corruption seemed to never cease.

"Look, how do I know you're telling the truth?" You scrutinized their expressions, looking for a twitch or strange movement. Anything to indicate they were lying. "I need some proof that you're not feeding me bullshit."

Aizawa pulled his hair behind his ear, revealing the dark eye patch covering his right eye. "This is from when my apartment crumbled on top of me. And this," he leaned down, lifting his right pant leg, his newly-uncovered prosthetic shining against the neon lights of the bar. "is from when I was crawling out of the rubble."

"Okay," you nodded, turning towards Yamada. Unceremoniously, he unbuttoned his shirt. A large, blotchy red burn scar etched over the expanses of his chest, disappearing under the sleeves and traveling around his back. His deft fingers began rebuttoning his shirt. "Our friends died in that fire," he sneered, tone soured by grief. "I need to kill those bastards that did it." His eyes were intense when he looked up at you. "What about you?"

You retold your story in the way you had always recited it. The screams. The men who took everything from you. The bloodstains embedded so deep in the walls and rug that no cleaner could remove it. The place you vowed you'd never return to.

Aizawa looked solemn. "So we all lost—"

He was quickly interrupted by the sound of an argument up front. Security was currently arguing with a cop from the intergalactic police force.

"You need a warrant—"

The cop, hulking with muscles that bulged under his uniform, towered over the security guard. "I'm only going to say this once. Here's my warrant," he gestured to his blaster, large and proud on his hip. "Now you're gonna let me in, and you won't have any issues." You eyed the security guard in disgust as he deflated. Some security he was.

"Alright, listen up!" The cop yelled as the music stopped, leaving nothing but the sound of awkward shuffling. "ID check, everyone stay where you are." Anxiety churned in your stomach as some people around you groaned in verbal protest. ID checks were routine at this point to check for anyone wanted for crimes against the Empire, and by extension, the companies that funded them.

You tried to stay cool, quickly switching out your real ID for your fake one under the table, a bored expression on your face as the cop came to your table, his one mechanical eye scanning your ID. You tried not to smile when you noticed Yamada and Aizawa's were different colors than before and touting different names. You felt a drop of sweat run down your back as he continuing examining it.

Shouldn't he be done already? It was a damn good fake.

Suddenly, the loud noise of another man screaming pulled your attention to the front of the bar, where a man was currently running towards the exit. Your ID was thrown down to you as the cop got ready to charge and shoot. "Stop!"

The bar was thrown into chaos as someone started firing. Adrenaline and fear coursed through you as a large— you didn't know what it was, but it was hulking with muscle in a way that didn't seem possible, beady eyes poking through its exposed brain above its massive maw —barreled through the door, sending pieces of metal shrapnel flying.

Eyes wide, your hands reached for your own blaster. "What the fuck is that."

You nearly fell over when you felt a hand clench down on your jacket, pulling you into a crouch. "We need to leave." Aizawa's hand was firm on your back, holding you in place. "Exit is that way, we'll tell you everything later."

The three of you scrambled to leave with everyone else through the back door, holding your breath until you were outside, making your way to the only two electric starships on the lot, yours and theirs.

"Ah, that was scary!" Yamada groaned, suddenly much more animated and less serious than he was inside the bar.

Crossing your arms, you tried not to shudder. "What was that?"

"They're called nomu," Aizawa gave you a strange look, putting away his commlink as yours buzzed. "We can discuss it back at our base. I just sent you the coordinates." Your ears perked up at the mention of their base. "What's at the base?"

"UA flight school," Yamada grinned. "We're teaching students to fly fighter jets."

A sense of giddiness filled your lungs. Fucking finally, something was happening. "I'll be there tomorrow morning."

Your room at your aunt's place was small, but livable. After the death of your parents, she had taken you in with open arms, so it's not like you could complain much. You took a look around your room, wondering if you'd ever set foot in there again. Binders of evidence lined the shelves, spilling out onto the walls with photos and articles you had printed on your aunt's ancient printer. She had always teased you for being so old-fashioned, so tedious with your physical media. But anything digital could be so easily deleted, and you were terrified that your life's work would go to naught.

Staring out the window, you sat on the bed, looking over the bustling city streets, slightly quieted by the late hour. You remembered when you first moved in with your aunt, who lived only a few standard hours away through warp speed on the planet Civitas, you found the city overwhelming. It was bustling, alive and pulsating with the energy of tens of millions of people around every corner. It was so different from Vita—with it's smaller, less populated cities and small towns. As a teenager, you realized the thing you initially despised was your only protection—more people meant more eyes on All For One. Still, even ten years later, it didn't feel like home.

Packing what meager personal belongings you had, your head cocked as you heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Your aunt's smiling face greeted you as she walked in, sitting herself in your desk chair. "So, what time are you leaving?"

"I dunno. Early."

Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "You know—"

You already knew what she was going to say, because she'd said it many times before. "Are you going to try to talk me out of going again?"

Her tone was soft, quiet in a way that came from a deep sense of melancholy. "I don't think I could, even if I wanted to." Your arms tightened around your bag as she glanced around your room, eyes lingering on your bookshelf before looking at you again. "You have your mind made up and I'm happy for you, I just—" she wrung her hands. She looked tired these days. "I don't want you to forget about your living family in pursuit of your dead one." A wry smile fell over her face as she stood. "Pursue what you think is right, but don't let it consume you."

You stood to hug her, her arms warm around your back.

"I won't, I promise."

But something in the back of your mind screamed that those words were a lie.

When you left in the morning, eyes still blurred from your early rise, you took one last look around the room. The desk that barely fit your computer. Your bed, dressed in plain bed sheets, you outgrew a few years back. As you closed the door behind you, you wondered if you ever really fit that room anyways.

After landing in the clearing, you double-checked your commlink to make sure you were at the correct coordinates. UA was located on the planet Fuga, only a half-days away at warp-speed.

Landing your ship was a struggle, to say the least.

You were expecting some form of concrete structure, large and imposing, with a long landing strip. Instead, you were greeted with the opposite— aside from the small, grassy clearing where you landed, the surrounding area was lush with green vegetation and tall trees with vines that draped along the horizon.

Exiting the ship with your bag in tow, you hoped this wasn't a trap. Suddenly you were being called to, Aizawa's hand raised in a wave as he approached.

"Sorry, I should've been here to greet you."

"It's fine." You shifted the weight of your bag on your shoulder, heavy with the weight of the binders you brought.

"Let me show you around." The top of the compound blended in perfectly with the rolling terrain that surrounded it, except for the large, glass panels along the front. The metal frames that accentuated each pain were covered in rust, giving the impression that the place was abandoned. This impression didn't last long as you entered.

Aizawa led you up a set of stairs around the compound as you looked around in astonishment. There were all kinds of electric ships on the main factory floor, various models and designs you'd only seen on ancient, yellowed pages. It was an eclectic mix of ships in various bronze and copper tones, shapes altered to suit its pilot's flying style. Several of Aizawa's students were working on the ships, some huddled in lively conversation. "This used to be an electrical equipment manufacturing plant, he explained. "We found it abandoned and thought the trees would do a good job of hiding us from any satellites."

You thought back to the trees outside, the way they grew in close, tight-knit patches, with branches like the tendrils of a deep-sea creature, crossing and wrapping around one another and framing bits of the sky in oddly-shaped frames.

"Aren't the trees a little too thick to train fighter pilots?" The grin that stretched Aizawa's face was scary. You were thankful you weren't one of his students. "Oh, they can fly in it just fine. You'll see."

"We'll have a meeting in about two hours to discuss the information you've brought, those nomu we saw earlier, and our future plans. There's a room for you upstairs and down the hall to the right, I think some of the girls made a nameplate for you." he rolled his eyes. "They were excited."

You smiled weakly. You hoped they weren't too entangled in this. That their youth made them eligible for a normal life. "Thank you." Aizawa nodded before turning, leaving you to your own devices.

Aizawa was right. Hung on the door was a small wooden sign, your name painted in a fancy-looking script and colored plastic gems misaligned on the outer edges. The size of your room here was not dissimilar from the size your room back home. While the walls in your aunt's house were covered, these walls were distinctly bare, highlighting the rough texture of the concrete. Your bed was clean and neat as you placed your bag down, a thick blanket near the end the only pop of color. You unpacked your bag in record time with the exception of your binder, deciding it best to keep it on you for the meeting.

Exiting the room and heading towards the maintenance bay, you found yourself still with awe halfway down the stairs. From this angle you could see everything—it seemed Aizawa ran a tight ship, no pun intended. Like yours, all the starships were electric and in near perfect condition despite their age. Electric starships were rare to see, especially after The Abyssal Factory's lobbying efforts.

You hurried the rest of the way down the stairs to take a look. As you reached up to read the model number on one, a voice interrupted you, calling out your name. "You flew in on an GA-FFE37B! All Might himself designed that one, and they hardly manufacture parts for them anymore!" One of Aizawa's students, freckled with green hair that tousled in every direction, padded up to you, furiously scribbling in his notebook. You blinked when you spotted a sketch of your ship already in there. "I'm Izuku Midoriya, do you mind showing me your ship later? There are just so many things I want to see up close!" The words flew so quickly out of his mouth it was like they were traveling at warp speed.

"Sure." Who were you to stop the pursuit of knowledge. You spent the rest of the time before the meeting explaining the mechanisms to the ship and discussing All Might's designs with Midoriya.

The makeshift meeting room was barely large enough to accommodate the table, long and large enough to fit all the UA teachers, a few select students, and yourself. The air in the meeting room was much more serious than in the maintenance bay, lacking the youthful joy that the students seemed to exude. In your eagerness you got there a tad early, leaving plenty of open seats for the time being. You sat down away from anyone else, waiting for the room to fill up. Eventually more people trickled in, and a woman with long, black hair settled into the chair next to you. She barely had time to introduce herself as Nemuri before a hush fell over the room, all eyes falling to a man closely resembling a rodent from your home planet as he scampered in, sitting at the head of the table.

Introducing himself as Nezu, he started the meeting. "As you all know, Aizawa and Yamada made contact with someone who may have information on possible weapons sources for the empire, and by extension The Abyssal Factory." He gestured towards you. "I heard you have some intel?"

Clearing your throat, you stood on shaking legs and introduced yourself. "I've tracked down a weapons supplier for the empire." Pulling out your binders, you passed them to Nemuri. "Everyone can take a look. Kai Chisaki was seen meeting with All For One around four standard weeks ago at a restaurant on Vendere, but it was unknown if any business deals were discussed." Vandere, a merchant hub, was a bustling planet with a city that seemed to stretch along every surface. "He runs Shie Hassaikai, a weapons manufacturing plant."

"What possible reason do they have to meet?" Namuri asked.

"That's what I was wondering as well. I did some digging, and there are records of a transaction from a few days ago, but they're not for weapons. It wasn't until Aizawa mentioned them that I connected the dots."

You don't know how you missed it. The Shie had no ties to The Abyssal Factory on paper until a few days ago, so you didn't have time to do a full deep dive into their business dealings or their paperwork. You also didn't pay much attention to the regular news outside of where The Abyssal Factory was concerned. Intergalactic news proved to rapid to, anyway.

Nomu were the empire's new line of defense, unveiled only a few standard days ago. There was a scarce amount of information on them—no one knew what they were or how they were created.

Pointing at the next page in your binder, you gestured for the next page to be flipped. "Those are the numbers for a recent business deal between Shie Hassaikai and The Abyssal Factory. And look at what's being discussed." At the top of the spreadsheet, printed in small letters read the text: Nomu, 300 count.

"I'd say our next plan of action is to raid the Shie Hassaikai facility. Perhaps the key to understanding the nomu lies there," Sekijiro mused.

Aizawa nodded. "That's right. Weapons are our top priority at the moment, besides excess manpower."

You grinned. Everyone seemed to be in agreement. "I can get us the building's blueprints if you give me a computer and enough time. From there we can plan an attack strategy and hopefully find something out about the Nomu."

With this plan in mind, you set out to hack into Shie Hassaikai's database and find the facility blueprints. You spent the next few days hunched over your new computer, occasionally interrupted by Aizawa or one of his students who'd been sent to remind you to eat.

While it took a bit longer due to a different setup, you managed to locate the files for the blueprints, security schedules, and locations of any security alarms.

The plan was simple—a small group would fly down to a field north of the Shie Hassaikai main warehouse, located on Repono, a small, near-empty planet owned by the Shie Hassaikai to use for their manufacturing. Everyone would then split into groups A, B, and C. Groups A and B would infiltrate the building through the entrance on the north side of the building while group C stayed back, keeping a watchful eye on the outside of the compound.

A larger Group A, consisting of Aizawa, Snipe, Kirishima, Tamaki, and a few more teachers would take the linear path down to the packaging area where weapons that were being sent to the empire were stored before delivery. They would then take as many weapons as they could.

Group B, consisting of you, Izuku, and Mirio would veer left to the security room and disable all cameras and sensors that could possibly alert anyone to your presence. You when then all quickly head back to reconvene with group A to assist with the loud out.

Groups A and B would then run back to the exit, where Group C, Yamada, Ochako, Tsuyu, and Nejire, would be waiting to assist in the load out process before steering the ships back to UA.

The sky was pitch black when you touched down in a field far enough to be away from view. The light from the stars was the only illuminator besides the bright lights that surrounded the Shie Hassaiki headquarters. There wasn't anything in the surrounding vicinity other than the compound. It stood absolutely daunting, the dark, windowless structure a harsh change from the rolling hills and slow-moving rivers that surrounded it. Silence filled the air, occasional low whistles of the wind cooling your face and tousling your hair.

Snipe lead the group down the side of the building, dirt and grass quietly crunching beneath your uniform boots. The doors were lower than the hill you were currently positioned on, giving you a perfect view of the headquarters.

Two armed, masked guards stood still outside the entrance, poised on either side of the doors. You waited as Snipe took out his long-ranged blaster, crouching as he lined up and took the shot.

One. He was quick despite the distance and wind. Two.

Both security guards slumped to the ground with a sickening thwap, one after the other.

There was no time to wait—everyone rushed down the side of the hill towards the doors with you, Izuku, and Mirio at the front, since disabling the alarms was the of the upmost importance.

Rifling through the dead security guard's jacket, you tried not to cringe at how warm the body still was. Eventually you found it—his ID card, clipped into the inside of his uniform. You snatched it as quickly as you could, ushering everyone inside after a quick swipe.

From then you enacted the plan, splitting off into two groups, the sound of group A advancing to the weapons room fading as they advanced. Following the map of long, winding halls you practically had etched into your brain, you continued down the hallway, making it to the security room.

You unlocked the doors with a quick swipe of your stolen ID, the doors sliding back to reveal the back of a security guard's head. He spoke on his commlink in a frantic, irritated tone, too enraptured in his conversation to notice the door.

Shit. He was most certainly calling for backup. A quick tug on the trigger of your blaster and he slumped over the console. You held your breath as a rush of emotions swept through you. Regret, then shock, then guilt. Your throat felt acidic as you swallowed the bile that rose. There was no time for emotions; you had to keep moving.

After pulling away his rapidly-cooling corpse, you stared at the various buttons, differing in size and color.

You took a deep, rattling breath.

It's okay. You could do this.

Making quick work of disabling the cameras, Izuku helped you unlock the doors to the weapons storage, the two of you working in sync as Mirio stood guard at the door. After triple checking that the cameras and sensors were disabled, you ushered Mirio and Izuku down the hall to reconvene with group A, you on their tail.

You were halfway to group A when you felt the wind knock completely out of your lungs. The building spun as someone grabbed you by the collar of your jacket, slamming you against the wall. Metallic ichor felt hot on your tongue as the back of your head kit the hard surface, recoiling from the initial impact.

The tip of a baton, crimson and pulsating with energy, crackled over your stomach as your assailant held it against your skin, their hand wrapped tight around your throat. Your head felt clouded from the lack of oxygen and fear that coursed through your veins.

"Where is Kai Chisaki?" You got a good look at him then, his face inches away from yours as he sneered, crimson eyes glaring at you with utter contempt. His pale skin was engulfed in an all-black ensemble under a blood red cape, various straps crossing the length of his body.

Whipping your head around, you heard Izuku cry out in anger. You couldn't quite hear the exchange due to the distance—too far away to help. He was just down the hall a second before.

You yelled for him with the hope that he'd hear you. "Izuku, Mirio, run! Get to the others!"

One pair of footsteps audibly retreated, before stopping. "Izuku, come on!" Your heart fell from your throat and back to your chest as you heard both boys finally retreat. However, it quickly rose again, the weight of a hand around your neck heavy as you strained to remove it.

With both hands, you tugged his wrist from around your larnyx, pulling him to the side and towards the wall. "Why would I know where he is?" With shaky hands, you reached for your blaster.

Spinning around, he looked down at what you were wearing, eyes widening when he noticed your lack of uniform. Not a security guard. Before you could place the finger on the trigger, he twisted your arm to the side, forcing your wrist to go limp.

You hissed in pain, dropping your blaster with an echoing clang.

"Who are you?" His eyes narrowed, body pressed into yours as he pinned you to the wall. Squirming, you tried to call upon any of the self-defense videos you studied. Your chest felt tight with panic as you realized you couldn't move.

"Who are you?"

The shrill sound of the alarms made you both startle.

The visage of a man, clad all in black, with dark purple burns covering most of his skin appeared in your peripheral. "Shigaraki, we need to go get the weapons before—"

"In a second, Dabi."

You interrupting unabashedly. "You're a Shigaraki?"

He seemed appalled at the question, as if there was nothing that could be gained from this clarification but goodwill. "What's your problem?"

Disgust churned in your stomach, face warm. "Your shitstain of a 'company' is my problem—do you really not know how many innocent people you've killed?"

Everyone in the room tensed, silent other than the ear-splitting screech of the alarm. The man to your left, tall and green with lizard-like features, broke the tension with a grin, a giddiness in his stance that you couldn't identify the reason for.

Shigaraki's voice came out a low whisper, a murmur laced with outrage. "What do you mean, innocent?"

His off-kilter stance allowed you to push him to the side, freeing you from his grasp. More of Shigaraki's team, a blonde alien girl and a man completely covered in spandex emerged down the other end, blocking the exit which you originally came from. There were too many of them for you to pick up your blaster and shoot. They'd surround you too quickly.

Your feet pounded against the floor as you ran in the other direction, the shrillness of the alarms ringing in your ears as you hoped you'd stumble across Mirio or Izuku on the way to the weapons room where group A was.

You stopped dead in your tracks as you heard Mirio call out your name. Down a side hallway, Mirio and Izuku raced towards you. Relief, then confusion filled you as you noticed what, or who, Izuku was carrying—a little girl with a red horn sticking straight through her long, white hair, covered in bandages.

"She was running down the halls," Izuku held her tight as she gripped his sleeves. Poor thing was probably terrified.

"We can bring her once we find the others." The three of you raced down the hall to the weapons room. You stopped as everyone from group A raced out of the room, meeting you halfway, several carts of weapons rolling behind them.

Snipe pointed back to the way you were coming, "We got everything we could grab. Lets turn back now."

Spinning on your heel, you sprinted towards the exit, stopping as Shigaraki's gang ran in your direction. Shigaraki stopped closest to you, his baton crackling at his side. "You aren't leaving until you give me some answers."

The sound of blaster shots boomed over the sound of the alarm. Several uniformed soldiers marched in through a side hall, blasters raised as shots rained upon you.

You turned back to Shigaraki, shoving past him. "You can't get answers if we're dead, now move."

He groaned before turning and running in the same direction. "Fine."

"Tomura, do we have to leave now?" The blonde alien girl pouted. "I wanted to stab Chisaki."

"Not now, you idiot." The one covered in burn scars, Dabi, said, turning and running as well.

The air felt fresh outside as you burst through the exit. The starships—including the branded Abyssal Factory ships that seemed to appear from thin air—were close to the exit, as Group A wheeled the carts in.

Aizawa and Snipe shot back at the impending guards as the doors closed, the rest of the team working together to quickly load the weapons.

Before you could join your team, you felt a hand tug you back, long fingers wrapped around your elbow. The harsh spotlights surrounding the building highlighted the scars on his face, jagged and harsh over his lip and right eye, with dry, flaking lines surrounding his eyes and brow. It looked painful.

You were expecting him to look… different. A typical billionaire's son would be prim. Polished. The longer you stared at him the more he looked beat down. Tired. Unkempt, with long, blue hair that blew in every direction, tangled and frizzy.

He opened his mouth to say something, when the Shie Hassaikai's ships appeared in the sky, creating beacons of bright light against the otherwise dark, starry sky. You internally cursed. Backup had arrived.

"Look out!" Shigaraki pushed you in the direction of UA's ships as he dove in the opposite direction, a laser beam from one of the Shie Hassaiki ships shooting the ground on which you stood only a second prior, sending dirt and grass flying.

You scrambled to join the others in loading up the ships, watching as Shigaraki's ship flew off into the distance, the white-hot bullets from the Shie Hassaikai's ship blasters stark against the black sky.

Your heart thumped in your chest as the cart you were unloading burst into flames, sparks and shrapnel flying into the air.

"Everyone set off, now!" Aizawa yelled from the cockpit of his ship.

Scrambling into the back of Ochako's ship, you watched the fire grow smaller and smaller in the distance. The noise of laser bullets whizzing by were muffled as the ship doors closed. The ship lurched as Ochako enabled the thrusters, bringing the ship to warp speed.

Looking over at all the ships flying in a V-formation, Aizawa as the leader, you should've felt an immense sense of pride. You had done it—the mission was a success. Still, in the back of your mind, you felt like you had more questions than you did before, and an unending sense of dread. Tomura was within your grasp and you failed to kill him.

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────⋆⋅☆ Fell in lust ! Lust for love

.ᐟCw: Suggestive, street racer!otoya x Stripper!reader, dramatic?

"𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

──⋆⋅☆

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Otoya was the type of man who would live at the strip club. He’d literally buy out whatever woman he thought would look best with him. Sometimes for only the night, sometimes the whole day. Sometimes more than one girl. He came alone to relax after a race.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t seem to find anyone who caught his eye. Until they landed on you. You came onto the stage in your tiny little costume, not doing much to cover anything. 

He swallowed hard, not being able to take his eyes off of you. His drink was stuck in his hand and he was frozen, lips parted. He watched you danced around the pole so fucking seductively. He moved down on the sofa he was sitting on, adjusting his length. 

The bright flashing neon lights showed just enough of your smile, curves, body, and face, but not everything. 

He wanted more, he was desperate to see your actual smile, your body without clothes, and especially the faces you’d make if you were under him. 

After you finished up. Someone came after you and collected all the money to bring it backstage.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the guy, he nodded and left. You placed all the cash inside a bag and stuffed it in your locker. You left to get a drink when you were met with an unfamiliar presence standing beside the door.

“Oh, hello? Can I help?” you asked, tilting your head. The guy with the dual coloured hair looked down at you, smirking. He moved in closer, invading your privacy.

"Couldn’t take my eyes off you out there, babe. Looked downright sinful on that pole—had me thinking all kinds of things."

He said not even greeting you back. You were taken aback by the boldness. Laughing under your breath, you smiled at him, thanking him. 

You tried going around him to get your drink but he grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him.

“Hey! What the h-” 

“Do you do private rooms?” he said, pulling you closer to him. You grit your teeth, placing your hands on his chest to maintain distance. 

“Only for some and i’m on break right now asshole”

You could hear him muttering under his breath, he looked down at you again.

“Please, just 30 minutes, that's all i’m asking for. I’ll give you.. I’ll pay 50k. Just give me a lap dance, I won’t ask for anything else.” 

The fuck?

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets after hearing 50k? Was he fucking mental? Or just rich? 50k for 30 minutes is beyond insane. Not to mention the fact that he sounded like he was begging. You looked anywhere but at him.

“I..” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Look, i’m not doing VIP or private rooms right now but-”

“A kiss.”

“What?” you scoffed, pulling back to look at him like he’s crazy. Oh. Maybe that’s what he was, crazy. 

“A kiss, that's all”

“Dude, listen, i-” he interrupted you again, making you wanna punch him

“75k” 

“Oh my fu.. It’s not about the money!” you said, trying to get it through his thick skull.

“100k” damn. That’s a whole 3-4 months' worth of work, all for a single kiss.

“I..”

“150k” 

“OK! OK!, STOP!” you shouted, pushing him back against the door behind him.

“Jesus, fuck.” you cursed, wrapping your arms around him, though your heels were high as hell, he still managed to be taller than you. 

You tilted your head, leaning in to kiss him. You felt him melt into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer till your chest was pressed against his toned body. 

He didn’t need to strip for you to be able to tell he worked out. 

He moved his hand down, cupping your ass, nibbling on your bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips.

Isn’t this going a bit further than just a kiss? Is what the logical thing to think was but instead your mind was foggy, too lost in his expert lips and tongue and the way his boner was pressed against your thigh. 

Even though his length was covered, you could tell he was long. 

You tilted your head back, letting him devour you, your arms tightened around his neck until you finally came back to reality and realized others could probably see you.

“Fuck.. hey!” you whisper yelled, pushing away from him. You looked up and holy fuck did he look hot. 

Lips red and swollen and eyes red around the edges. Did he smoke weed? You cleared your throat, looking away awkwardly. 

“Sorry..” he sighed, seeming down for some reason. 

“My money.”

“What?” 

“My money??” you repeated, lifting your hands as you shrugged. 

You scoffed, of course he was all talk, you can’t believe you just made out with this freaking weirdo and believed he could pay you. 

“Oh yeah, i’d say I’ll write you a check, but due to legal reasons, i won’t do that,” he said, laughing awkwardly, pulling out his phone and calling someone. You lifted your eyebrows, seeing how long he would continue this act. 

“Just drop it, I know you do-” 

Some dude randomly interrupted handing a fat fucking stack of cash to the green and white haired guy. 

Your eyes widened; you don’t think you’ve ever seen this much cash in your life all at once. 

“Thanks, man, ‘preciate it,” he said, and the other black haired dude left. 

“Thanks for the kiss, babe,” he said, placing the stack of hundreds in your hand. It was so big, it didn’t even fit in your hand. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, you stared at him in pure shock. 

He walked past you, giving you one last smile. You were frozen till you turned around to see the guy was gone. You quickly ran past the large crowd of people who were chatting and dancing until you caught up to him, almost about to exit the building.

“Hey! Wait!” you yelled, out of breath. 

“Hm?” he turned out, wondering if he had left something.

“Tomorrow..” you mumbled, coming closer. “I'm free tomorrow.. If you.. Still want that lap dance,” you said, clearing your throat and looking at the ground. Why the hell were you suddenly feeling shy?

“Heh, thanks, cutie, i’ll come around tomorrow,” he said, waving at you as he left. 

The same friend pulled up, picking him up and both of them left. 

It took you a couple of seconds to realize that neither of you asked for the other's name. Fuck. 

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A/n: for reference. 150k dollars in cash is around 6 inches thick (15.2cm). whats funny, this was initially supposed to be a oneshot but i liked it too much, so i made it into a mini series

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────⋆⋅☆ Lust for love

ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴇʀ!ᴏᴛᴏʏᴀ ᴇɪᴛᴀ ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

"𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ" - 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐

───⋆⋅☆

Pairing: Street racer!otoya x stripper!reader

Synopsis: Love isn’t real, not for a girl like you. And yet, when the cocky street racer in all black throws down a hundred grand at your feet, whispering, "Just one kiss, please," something in you wavers. You tell yourself he's insane. Who throws that kind of money away for nothing? he's a good-for-nothing playboy, and you're someone who desires true love. the two things that can never go together. You both should never be together.

Theme song: Lust by chase atlantic

Warning: Smut mdni, angst, drugs

Chapter index

1. Fell in lust 2. Chase 3. Full speed 4. Empty

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A/n: i have nothing planned. just going with the flow. Might change the layout. Ik otoya isn't as popular as the other characters but his personality is so fitting for this that i had to. (this would do numbers if i posted it on ao3)

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i love nagi bc he looks so tiny and cute in some of these screenshots.. and then u realize he's 6'3"

ᝰ.ᐟ street racer!Isagi headcanons

.ᐟcw: street racer!isagi, explicit, nsfw, drugs, mdni

"𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒" - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑌𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇𝐷𝑂𝑂𝑅

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Competitive to the core. He’s not here to just participate; he’s here to win. And if you challenge him? Be prepared for him to go all out.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Off the track, he’s surprisingly sweet, but don’t mistake that for softness. He’ll talk shit with the best of them when he’s behind the wheel.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Aggressive but calculated. Isagi doesn’t waste movement—every turn, every drift, every nitrous boost is intentional.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Drives a sleek, midnight blue Nissan GT-R R35—a mix of speed, power, and control.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Protective, but in a way that fuels his drive. If you’re watching him race? He’s winning for you.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Will tease you mercilessly when you try to act tough. “You talk big, but you’re gripping the seat pretty tight, doll.”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ The type to memorize every street, every turn, every shortcut—so he can use them when it counts.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟIf he gets behind? Don’t count him out. He’s studying every weakness in his opponent’s driving and will find the perfect moment to strike.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Treats his car like a teammate, constantly fine-tuning it for peak performance.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ You’ll always catch him under the hood, tweaking something, making sure everything is perfect.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Gets pissed when people lean on it without permission. “Hands off. You don’t touch someone’s car unless you wanna race for it.”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ After a win, he always pulls you close, hand gripping your chin before pressing his forehead against yours. “Told you I’d take first. Now, what’s my reward?”

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ If you ask to drive? He hesitates—hard. But if he lets you? He’s watching closely, one hand on your thigh, guiding you through the gears.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ His love language? Teasing. He’ll pretend to ignore you while he’s working on his car—until you climb onto the hood just to get his attention. or when he's actually trying to focus, torso hidden under the car and you climb onto his lap, giggling at the tiny grunts and groans of his as you rub up against him.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ get's sooo so jealous, if he even sees a guy anywhere near you, he won't say anything but will walk up to you, throwing as arm around your shoulder, making unnecessary 'inappropriate' jokes, slapping your ass, what not, just to show the guy you're his.

"baby, who's this? oh a friend? that's cute, tell this 'friend' you're thrasher's property, okay?"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ If you get mad at him? He’ll throw you in the passenger seat and race until your frustration melts into adrenaline. and if you're still mad, he'll help you relax by shoving his cock deep inside your cunt while he rides, so you can squirm around on it as you warm his cock.

"shh, relax, if you wanna cum, you have behave for the rest of the ride, or no cock and no cumming"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Lowkey loves when you get bratty, but there’s a limit. If you push too far? He’ll find creative ways to make you behave. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Now you’ve got all of it.” he would say while having you ride his fingers.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Smokes only when he’s pissed off. You’ll catch him leaning against his car, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes dark with frustration. If he's really mad, he'll bend you over his hood and take it out on you even if you didn't do anything :(

"you take cock so fuckin' well, this little pussy was made for me. made to be ruined by me"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ After a big win, he’ll fuck you in the driver’s seat, windows fogged up, sweat slicking his skin. (he loves car sex) "Wanna sit pretty and let me ruin you, doll?"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ loves when you go out with him to a party, and he can do drugs with you. of course he's more strict with you and has more rules set out. and if you're willing, he'll do body shots with you, placing the shot glass in the most intimate placing, not caring who sees.

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ he smokes weed after a long day of racing and tuning cars.

"c'mere, doll. wanna help? sit on my lap here"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ does everything to see you in lingerie, especially the sheer and see-through ones. will make you get on your knees and knead your tits and abuse your poor little nipples while he gets off on the sight, nutting all over your face and body.

"fuck, yeah that's it, keep playing with your tits, do it like how i taught you, that's right, good girl"

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ Isn't a huge fan of overall drugs, other than some relaxants after a race or before a race. he prefers the feeling of euphoria over the feeling of wanna party. that's why he has pills lying around his house, which he'll take from time to time. and if you decide to take it, he'll definitely take care of you, letting you cock warm him as your body falls limp.

"mm, baby your pussy is so warm."

street racer!Isagi.ᐟ looks who hot when he does weed, eyes just red and narrow, while he watches you.

"you look so pretty like this, doll. want more of you"

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A/n: not edited. this also got so much longer than needed.

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ᝰ.ᐟ Brat princess

.ᐟ cw: Smut mdni, street racer!chigiri, brat taming, Bratty!reader, whiny/fussy!reader, sex toys

"𝐽𝑇 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑦 𝑢𝑝" - 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑌𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇𝐷𝑂𝑂𝑅

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

You were Chigiri’s girl. It was apparent, the way to clung onto him, wrapped your arms around his bicep, was always his passenger princess whenever he raced. 

What wasn’t obvious, though, was the fact that you were a complete brat and needed his attention 24/7.

“Babyyyy, look at me, Stop looking at your phone” you whined, wrapping your arms around his torso, placing your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“I know i know. give me a second, let me finish this” he said, then tucked his phone into his back pocket. Pushing your hair out of your face, he cupped your cheeks and kissed your pouting lips. 

“Better?” you grinned, nodding.

He smiled, walking towards his car. You followed behind like a dog, sitting in the passenger seat when he opened the door for you. 

He came around, buckling in and driving up to the start line. 

“Behave, ok? After I win, I’ll give you all the attention that you want.” he nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. 

The only thing running through your head right now was ways to make him mad at you. 

The second the flag girl said ‘go,’ your back was pushed against the seat. This was always the scariest, when he started. 

You placed your hand on top of his that was on the gear shift. 

He looked at you, raising a brow. 

“That was fast, sorry,” you giggled, chigiri smiled, moving his hand so it was on top of yours. 

“Hold on tight, princess, i’m speeding up” You nodded, watching as his hand tightened on top of your, aggressively moving the gear shift. 

He looked out his window, flipping off the person he sped past. 

“Hyoma, you look so hot when you’re all focused,” your voice dropping down to a low seductive whisper. 

His jaw clenched, which didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Baby, don’t ignore me,” you whined, pouting at him. You knew he was watching you but his eyes stayed focused on the road. He ignored your little antics, trying to stay in his zone. 

“You know i get bitchy when you don’t pay attention to me!” you huffed, pulling your hand away from his, nudging him. 

“Princess.. I swear to- look, i’ll give you whatever you want; just let me finish the race, k?” he mumbled, narrowing his eyes on the car in front of him. 

It’s like the cogs were turning in your head when suddenly something popped in your head. 

“Hyooomaaa” you shifted in your seat so you were facing him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Kinda busy, yn” he said harshly. Taking a sharp right, which nearly had you flying out the window. 

“Why are you so focused on the race anyways? you make it look so easy.” You crossed your arms, pouting. The mini skirt you were wearing rode up your thighs as you moved around. 

You leaned in closer, placing your hand on his thigh. 

You could see his knuckles flex under the dim glow of the street lights, the way his grip tightened around the steering wheel. 

“Since it’s easy, i should make it harder for you, right?” you leaned in to kiss his cheek, purposely pressing your tits against his arm. 

“Careful.” was all he said, You knew he was hard. You could see his pants tighten. 

You grinned, wanting to push further but his hand moved from the gear shift, taking a hold of your hand that rested on his thigh and placed it on top of yours. 

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” he said, his fingers trailing up your inner thighs. 

“You constantly whine about attention but forget that I decide when you get it” A shiver ran down your spine; you looked at him to see him already eyeing you before looking back onto the road. 

Your breath hitched as he spread your legs with hand one, swerving the car with the other. You sat there not moving because who knows what would happen if you pissed him off anymore. 

“Glove box” he said, his voice different from his usual sweet and soft voice. What was even crazier was that he was somehow ahead of all the cars even while taking care of the issue at hand. 

You opened the glove box, watching him take out a small black box. Your stomach twisted as he handed you the box. 

“Open it and take it out” 

Open what? Take what out? You mumbled something, cracking open the box and taking out a little pink.. Bullet vibrator? 

“Hyoma is this the right thing?” you asked quietly, staring down at the silicone toy.

“Yes, spread your legs and press it against your cunt” he said, turning again, tires screeching against the asphalt. 

You let out a shaky breath, spreading your legs and adjusting yourself. You went to remove your panties but chigiri’s voice stopped you.

“I never asked you to remove them, did i?”

“No…”

“Then keep em on, brat” he stared you down, watching as you pressed the vibrator against your clit, the sudden buzzing made you jump. 

You saw chigiri holding his phone in his hand, controlling the vibrations of the toy. 

“Hyoma..” you whined, clearly this wasn’t what you wanted at all. You wanted chigiri’s attention, not for him to use a stupid toy on you. 

You pressed the toy against the fabric of your panties; the friction and the vibrations made you squirm.

“Think you can be a good girl and wait till i finish the race or do you i need to remind you how i handle brat?” he said, placing his hand on your thigh again, his fingers grazing just past your panties. 

Your stomach flipped at the warning, and you bit your lip. He chuckled, thumb tracing slow circles against your inner thigh. You stayed silent, not giving him the answer that he wanted.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Alright, fine, works for me” he shrugged, snatching the toy out your hand. 

“Colour?” he asked, you stared at his hand on your thighs, tears pooling your waterline at the lack of pleasure.

“G..green” you stuttered. His smirk was razor-sharp before he moved your panties to the side, rubbing the unmoving toy against your pussy. You gasped, holding onto his forearm. 

He Let it slip around and collect your slick before sliding it into place, covering the toy with your soiled panties. 

“You wanted attention, didn’t you? Well now you have it, brat” he said, speeding up his car again.

“If i lose because of you, just know, i won’t let you sleep all night. i’ll make you work overtime just for my pleasure,” he said, cleaning his fingers off with his tongue. The sight alone had you clenching around nothing. 

He pulled out his phone again, a single tap was all it took to have you squirming again. He could finally focus on the road again. 

“Hyoma- please” you cried out, wanting his attention back on you.

“Princess this is the lowest speed. relax.” he laughed at your pathetic expression. 

“Hyoma no, turn it off,” your voice hitched, you babbled, tugging at his sleeve. “I don’t like. vibrators. Turn it off please.”

“You don’t get to fucking complain, yn. After all, you wanted this, didn’t you” your stomach turned and twisted. He tapped his phone again, the low buzzing increased, getting louder and faster. 

You slid down your seat, trying to keep your composure but it clearly wasn’t working. 

You whimpered, gripping the seat as he sped up, challenging the car infront of him, the vibrations pulsing between your thighs with every bump, every turn. 

And then—

He cranked it up.

A choked moan slipped from your lips as the intensity spiked, your body jolting as pleasure wracked through you.

“I’m sorry, hyo-ma, i’m sorry” your words came out choked, you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. 

The car was a mere couple kilometres away from the finish line. Chigiri relaxed knowing theres not a single car behind him. He let his hand rest on your thigh again, his long fingers pressed against your panties, really pushing the vibrator up against your throbbing clit and needy hole. 

The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his sharp features, the smirk on his lips nothing short of cruel. He was enjoying this—enjoying watching you fall apart in the passenger seat while he stayed perfectly composed.

Bastard.

“Wow, it’s a mess down here” he grinned, laughing as you glared at him, lips trembling while you barely held on. 

“Cum.. wanna cum, please” you whined, wrapping your arms around his. Your mascara had melted down your fac,e and your lipstick was wiped off by your tongue. 

“No.”  was all he said as he car crossed the finish line, obviously getting first place. You panicked at the hoard of people that surrounded his car. Thankfully his windows were tinted but chigiri would eventually have to step out and everyone.. They’d see you. They’d see the mess chigiri had made of you.

“Hyoma i’m removing it” you rushed, reaching for the vibrator, it pained you to do this, while you were so close to finishing. 

He let the people tap on his window and the girls scream his name. He leaned over you, moving your panties to push 3 fingers inside your wet hole. The sound made you cringe. he moved his fingers against your gummy walls, making sure you feel the stretch. 

“Hyo-”

“Cum.” he said, using his phone with his other hand to turn the toy up to the highest setting, you choked, biting back a moan. The toy massaged your clit all while his fingers worked magic inside of you and before you knew it, you were cumming on his fingers, covering them with your arousal. 

“Shit, that was hot” he mumbled, taking them into his mouth, kissing your cheek and he stepped out the vehicle. 

You sighed when you felt him turn off the vibrator. He closed the door behind him so no one would see. He came back quickly with a wad of cash in both his hands. he stepped inside, throwing it in the back seat, smirking at you. 

He reached over to remove the vibrator. You both looked at the shiny, wet toy that was covered in your translucent liquid. He smirked while you looked away, flustered. 

“My princess can be such a brat sometimes,” he said against your ear “so next time, before you decide to act up, think about the consequences, alright?” he wiped your eyes with his thumb, expression softening at your angry pout. 

“I’m sorry, i was mean today, i can’t help it. You’re such an attention whore sometimes, i have no choice but to punish you, princess” he said matter of factly before kissing your lips. 

“Let’s go home, yeah? And i’ll spoil my baby with as much attention and dick as she wants” he said and drove past the crowd of people shouting his name.

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A/n: not edited. this got so much longer than needed. also, idk who it was but this is for the person that requested being chigiri's fussy passenger princess

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cw: long ass written part, alcohol and other substance abuse, reader is drunk for most of this, implied drugging, sexual assault (nonconsensual touching), violence, mentions of blood and injuries (if theres anything i missed, let me know)

there was a sinking feeling in your chest, whenever you would drink. one you hadn’t felt this intensely in months. maybe it was better this way, maybe you should have never allowed yourself to welcome the feeling back into your life. and yet, here you were hanging onto the cold, smooth railing your hands had grasped, whenever you had gotten here. wherever here was. your feet hung in the air, and you could feel a similar cold under the back of your thighs. a viciously addicting haze clouded every single of your senses, dulling out everything just enough, that you barely felt the next sip of liquid slowly burning down your throat. there was a comfort in the feeling, that you knew shouldn’t be there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, as you brought the bottle to your lips again.

you heard laughter. was it your own? you weren’t sure if you had felt any sound leave past your lips. another little giggle snuck beneath the dullness in your ears. this time you felt it scratch along the sides of your throat. without a conscious command of yours, you could feel the weight of your body shift. with a loose grip on the railing, the back of your head leaned backward. blood rushed to your face and whatever blurry images your eyes were seeing started spinning. a light breeze wafted through your hair, gently whipping strands of it in your face.

you leaned back even further, letting the wind embrace you fully. for a moment you felt like you were floating. until you weren’t anymore. you dropped back. and yet never felt your body hit the ground. there was a sudden pull. something, or maybe it was someone, tugged harshly at the fabric of your jacket and pulled you back. sounds tried passing by the fog that still clogged the path to your ears. a low voice muttered close against your ears.

“can’t have you passing out on me yet, babe”, a low voice said. hot breath flushed against your cheeks, as you barely made out the words. it was a voice you didn’t recognize or maybe you were too drunk to. either way you barely register what he – you were pretty sure it was a guy – said next.  

“come on, let’s get you down from there.” warm hands were placed on your waist. they felt weird, clammy against your exposed skin. nails dug into flesh as you felt your body being pulled down. your feet hit the ground gently. you took a step and then another trying to shift your weight to the other foot. it buckled under you and sent you tumbling forward. the hands still firmly placed on your waist pulled you in before you even had the chance to fall flat on your face.

he took the bottle from your hand keeping his other hand on your waist. slowly letting his fingers traverse lower. you blinked once. twice. three times before his features became slightly less blurry before your eyes. it was dark as you continued blinking against what little light the lanterns on the side of the street offered. he stood close to you. close enough that you could feel his warm alcohol laced breath on your face when he exhaled after taking a gulp from the bottle. you had trouble making out his exact features, but you could tell, that you were nowhere near eye level with him. he was broad, too. a tightness settled in your throat. deep down, you knew this was a bad idea.

and yet when he guided the bottle to your lips, you let him. the hand on your waist moved to your lower back pulling you flush against him. the cold wind whipped against your face as his hot, wet lips crashed against your own. everything blurred together for you. his tongue forcing itself down your throat. his hands searing every patch of skin they touched. deep down, you knew you shouldn’t, but you let it all happen. as if being caged between this stranger and the cold metal of the railing were second nature to you.

his touch was rough as he slipped a hand under your shirt. his other had a firm grasp on your ass. he was whispering things to you, again. but you were way too out of it by now. your eyes fluttered and you felt yourself close to losing consciousness. maybe that was better. that way you didn’t need to feel every single press of his fingers digging into you. if you couldn’t feel it, then his touch wouldn’t be nauseating anymore. right?

his hand moved from your ass between your thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise. it didn’t hurt. or maybe it didn’t because your senses were dulled so much that you could barely feel anything at all. his hand reached up higher. he was barely grazing the fabric between your legs, before his touch abruptly stopped.

before you could even register what had happened, you heard a loud thud and a bone chilling crunch. with the man no longer supporting you, your body toppled backwards, hitting the railing behind you. there was another thud and another. something was moving in front of you, but it happened too fast for your barely opened eyes to fully understand. the man had been ripped from you and was now lying on the ground. another guy was on top of him. you could barely make out anything other than silhouettes, but you could see the movement of an arm being raised and brought down hard on the other guy’s face. over and over.

then he stopped moving. his head lifted until his eyes found you. the moment your eyes met his and the bright blue pierced into you, it was as if you had been shaken out of a dream. for a moment you were almost sober again. you saw every single line etched into dabi’s features. every wrinkle between his furrowed brows, as he scanned you. he didn’t look at the guy once as he cowered on the ground sputtering out blood and walked over to you in an instant. he didn’t touch you but held his arms out to catch you, if you were going to trip. your eyes were focused on his face, not even noticing, that he was gently guiding you away. when you passed the guy, he made sure to put his body between you. and even when you looked past him seeing the man’s face covered in blood and crooked nose, dabi gently placed a hand on your chin and turned your head away from it.

he had an arm hovering around you, as you made your way down to where his bike was parked. dabi prayed that he hadn’t been fined. he’d left his bike in the middle of the road after spotting you and that guy, but he’d rather get a ticket for it, than be at fault for what the guy could have done.

you stumbled along the path he guided you through. his hand hovered a good few inches above your skin. conscious not to breach the line he had drawn for himself. the two of you moved slow as he let you put one foot in front of the other. it’d be an understatement to say, that you were shaky on your feet. every other step he was worried he would have to stop you from falling flat on your face. when you finally, after what felt like an eternity, reached the steps down from weird little structure you had been coaxed onto, you stopped. part of him wondered how you had even gotten here in the first place, but given what he had interrupted, maybe it was better that he didn’t think about it too hard.

his eyes were fixed on you and how you refused to move. you looked up at him completely out of it. with your eyes glazed and your head almost hanging limp when you tilted it sideways. for the first time tonight, he was actually taking the time to look at your face. your mascara was smudged all over your eyes leaving black streaks almost up to your cheeks. his eyes flickered to your lips. the soft glittery color you wore sometimes was barely noticeable on your puffy lips. it made him sick to his stomach to see how it was smudged all over the lower half of your face. you were still looking at him, though he doubted you were actually registering anything with how foggy your mind had to be. you looked down the stairs and then back at him, almost as if, through your very limited communicative abilities, you were trying to tell him something.

“all right, come on you big baby”, he sighed before gently snaking his arm around your waist and hooking the other under your knees. he lifted you with ease and carried you down the stairs without once looking back at the guy, that had slowly regained enough consciousness to groan in pain. your body fell limp the second he had lifted you off the ground, as if it had cost you your last bit of strength to keep yourself on your feet. when your head hit the thick leather sleeve of his biker jacket and your eyes fluttered shut, he started to worry. with a gentle shake of his right arm, he nudged you awake again.

“gotta stay awake for me, princess.” his voice was low, but you heard every single word as clear as day. you felt a giggle escape your lips before you could stop it. some tiny part of him had hoped, you would fight him on the nickname. his heart sank a little when you didn’t. knowing that you would have under normal circumstances.

with a slow turn of your head, your eyes met his again. you couldn’t decipher the look that hid within them. the only thing you knew for certain, was that they were trained on you the entire time. even as he made his way down the stairs, his eyes did not leave you for a second.

heat rose to your face the longer you felt yourself looking back at him. if you were sober, maybe you would have had the braincells left to remind you to turn away from him, but you didn’t. instead, you did the next best thing.

“pretty…”

“hm?”

dabi was sure that he hadn’t heard that right. not only were you slurring your words, but you were also speaking quietly and pretty much muttering into the fabric of his shirt. you were still looking at him. staring like you could decipher the world’s mysteries in his eyes, if you only looked deeply enough. a low giggle escaped past your lips. “your eyes.” you muttered, still focused on them as if they’d run away if you broke eye contact even once. “they’re pretty.”

he could only shake his head in response. this was without a doubt the alcohol speaking for you. and still, though you were too drunk to notice anyway, he couldn’t stop the faintest tint of pink flushing his cheeks.

“that so?” he grinned at down at your flushed face in his arms. your cheeks were colored a deep shade of pink and he could feel the heat radiating from your face under his shirt.

“mhm.” you nodded, and he just shook his head again. in a way, he had to admit, you were cute, but the admittedly small responsible part in him, couldn’t see past the damage you had done to yourself.

it left him wondering. was all of this really because of what happened at your mother’s house? but it didn’t make much sense to him. why would you breakdown like that two weeks later? maybe she had texted you again, though in that case shigs would have known something was up. or maybe kai had done something else. the thought alone made him shudder so hard, that you shifted around in his arms to readjust yourself.

he carried you longer than he needed to. when you were already a long way from the stairs and halfway across the park to where his bike was, he still had you against his chest with his arms safely hooked under your body. originally, he had planned to let you down once you reached the bottom of the steps, but he figured you’d be home faster this way.

his bike was exactly where he’d left it – parked haphazardly in the middle of the road, but luckily without a fine. he gently set you down on the leather seat and moved to get his helmet out of the top case. he had just turned the key to unlock the top box, when he saw you lean back out of the corner of his eyes. within a second he was behind you, blocking your body with his own, so you wouldn’t drop headfirst into the harsh concrete. instead, the back of your head hit his chest as he bent his knees slightly to break your fall. his hands were firmly planted on the sides of your shoulders propping your body against his own, so you had some sort of stability to cling to. he had no fucking idea how to get you home on his bike without running the risk of losing you in the middle of the road. “fuck”, he breathed out. 

even sober you wouldn’t have been able to stop the wave of heat that rushed through your face when his warm, hoarse voice rang right beside your ear. before you could stop yourself, you found your body leaning back into his touch. he always smelled warm, you thought. warm like the last embers of an open fire going out. warm like residue cigarette smoke, but in a good way. in a way that didn’t smell like home always did.

dabi kept holding you with one arm, while his other fished the helmet out of the box. unfortunately, he only had one, so he would just have to hope that there was no police out at this time of night. once he somewhat securely had propped the helmet next to you on the seat, he peeled the leather jacket off – eyes not once leaving you. just in case you decided to fall off the bike again. he draped the thick leather around you, and you let him slide your arms into the sleeves with very little resistance. all things considered you were a very calm drunk. though there may have been a different reason for why you were so sluggish and close to passing out. dabi banished the thought from his brain about as quickly as the images, that came with it. images of you and what that guy could have done, if he had been a second too late.

the jacket was warm. it almost burned against your arms that had been exposed to the night’s cool air for so long. you’d been pretty much numb to it until you felt the difference now with the warm leather enveloping you. he fiddled with the zipper for a second before pulling it all the way up to your chin. for only a blink of a moment his hands grazed the skin right below your cheek. you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol in your veins or the way his touch ghosted over your skin just barely making contact that seared itself into you. you didn’t mind the way it felt. though you were pretty sure, that was just the alcohol talking, too.

he stood to your side now, toward the front of the bike. by the time you had registered through blurry, half lidded eyes that he was moving, he had already pulled the bike helmet over your head. you blinked a few times as you tried to adjust to the sudden darkness. only to give up after a few seconds and accept your fate. with a gentle tap to the side of your knee, dabi signaled you to move one leg over to the other side of the bike. when you didn’t move, he carefully hooked his fingers under your knee. cautious of any kind of flinch from you, he lifted it and gently let it fall on the other side of the bike. he swung his own leg over and sat in front of you; leaving as much space between you two as the limited space on the seat allowed. he quickly checked over his shoulder, whether you were somewhat safe back there. just from the way your upper body was slouching and your head tilted dangerously close to falling to either side, he figured that you would not be able to hold yourself up enough to be safe. 

“can i see your hands real quick?” 

the helmet bobbed up and down as you nodded. you were definitely an amusing drunk, dabi thought. once your arms were stretched out in front of him, he took the bits of the sleeves that dangled over the tips of your fingers and tied them into a knot. this way, even if you were to let go, your arms would technically still be wrapped around his torso and it should secure you a bit more.

“you good back there?”

“mhm.” the sound was heavily muffled by the helmet. dabi turned his head back to the road ahead of him and started up the bike. the loud revving of the engine startled you enough for your grip on dabi’s torso to tighten. through the thin shirt he had been wearing under his jacket, he felt each single finger dig into his skin. it wasn’t uncomfortable, though. even startled, your touch was gentler than any he’d known before.

for the entire drive your grip on him didn’t let up. no, you had even leaned your head on his back about five minutes in. dabi could only chuckle to himself, when he’d felt your heavy head fall right between his shoulder blades. at one point he had even caught himself driving a lot more cautiously – he was slowing down during sharp turns and overly conscious of how harshly he hit the brakes – so he wouldn’t startle you awake. by now he was pretty sure that you were at least not fully awake anymore. 

you reached the driveway to tomura’s driveway around fifteen minutes after taking off. when he tugged the helmet off your head and your eyes stayed firmly shut, he felt affirmed in believing that you were asleep already. with you safely nestled in his arms, he rang for your brother to let him up. 

seeing the way tomura’s eyes widened, only for a moment, when he saw you in dabi’s arms, formed a huge lump in his throat. something about the way he looked at you now, as he took you from dabi into his own arms and how he had gone about this entire situation had dabi believe that this hadn’t happened for the first time tonight. he was about to walk out the door to leave the two of you, when tomura stopped him in the doorway.

“didn’t you want to crash here tonight?”

dabi turned to look at him. “you sure?”

with everything that had happened tonight, he had assumed that tomura would have enough on his plate already. tomura just nodded, eyes flickering between his sister and dabi.

“couch’s all yours.”

dabi didn’t say anything else. he just slipped inside the place he knew about as well as his own by now. he wouldn’t have wanted to risk waking up shoto, or worse, his neighbors at 4 in the morning, so he appreciated crashing here whenever he had to stay out late. tomura left it at that and let him settle in for the night. his focus was on you for now. with a heavy sigh he nudged the door to your room open and set you down on your bed. within the second he let go of you, your head crashed into your pillow. before leaving you to sleep out this horrible night, he pulled your phone from his sweatpants’ pocket and set it down on your nightstand. he had put it on ‘do not disturb’ for you, so the calls from keigo and rumi wouldn’t freak you out first thing in the morning. 

as he closed the door to your room his eyes fell on dabi who was lounging on the couch absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. when he circled around the living room and let himself fall on the couch beside him, he finally really looked at him. there were scrapes on his face, again, and bruises around his eye and along the collar of his shirt. tomura’s eyes flitted to his fingers still swiping on his phone. his knuckles were bruised and covered in dried blood. it felt good to know, that dabi got a few hits in. 

“wasn’t him.” he didn’t bother looking up from his phone.

“huh?”

dabi sighed and set his phone on the coffee table. his hand motioned at his bruised face. “didn’t get these because of the guy. idiot couldn’t even get one hit in.” he scoffed, almost proud. that was all tomura needed to know, though. 

“did i get you in trouble?”

the pause before dabi responded spoke more than his words ever could. both of them knew that and yet, he still tried.

“it’s okay.” he didn’t look him in the eyes. “just missed one race.”

tomura was about to say something when he was interrupted.

“seriously shigs, don’t worry about it.” dabi never really had reason to lie to him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t severely downplaying things at times. “the black eye’s from the guy i beat earlier tonight.”

the words hung in the air for a while. neither of the two knew what to say; how to make the weight of tonight less heavy. until tomura broke the silence.

“you know, if you ever need the money–” “don’t.”

“but it wouldn’t be any trouble.”

“shigs”, dabi sank into the soft pillows of his friend’s couch. “appreciate it, but you know it’s always going to be no.”

“yeah, i know.”

the two of them dropped the conversation after that. they sat in silence for a bit before tomura got up to finally catch some sleep after all this. dabi stayed awake for a bit longer, letting his thoughts race in circles in his head. eventually, he passed out on the couch, too.

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