League Of Villain In A High School Life💀

merry yaoimas

WARNING!

This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.

Chapter 3

You don't get to pick your family

Shouto and Katsuki sit on the couch in the living room, quietly gaping at their surroundings. They politely sip the tea Toshinori made, seemingly acting overly cautious of everything. It’s as if they were to breathe wrong, one of the All Might photo frames on the wall would crack.

“I know it’s kind of uncomfortable since the war, but you don’t have to be this weird,” you tell them.

“I can’t believe I’m in All Might’s house,” Katsuki says.

“I never would’ve taken him for such a fanboy,” you whisper to Toshinori in English. You turn to Shouto and ask him in Japanese, “Did you visit Touya again this morning?”

He nods softly. “He’s doing a bit better. I told him what you said to me, and how it gave me strength to save him.”

“Oh?” you reply. What did I even say to him? “And what did he say?”

“He said you’re too nice and he should’ve bullied you more.”

Hearing this makes you laugh as you imagine him actually saying it. “Yeah, that sounds like him. Did you talk about anything else?”

“I didn’t get to talk to him much. Dad talked to him mostly.”

“How’s his condition?”

“He’s still the same, but he’s still living,” Shouto says.

“I told you he’s too stubborn to die.” You smile thinking about him.

“You must miss him a lot.”

You hum in thought. You miss everyone if you’re being honest. Even seeing just Dabi—even in the state he’s in—would be better than nothing.

There’s so much I need to tell him. Oh God, what’s he gonna say when I tell him I’m pregnant? He’ll probably call me a dumbass…

“Izuku still wants to talk to you,” Katsuki says. “I think he was jealous he wasn’t invited to come.”

“I’m still not ready,” you tell him.

“You can’t avoid him forever.”

“I know I just…” I can’t deal with his guilt for not saving Tomura when I also want to blame him for his death. “My feelings are difficult.”

Toshinori places his hand on your knee, giving it a soft squeeze. “I know there’s not much I can say to make it better, but at least Tenko’s soul was saved from All For One.”

You ask in English, “Who’s Tenko? Who cares about his soul, Tomura was literally killed.”

Toshinori responds in Japanese, “Tenko was Shigaraki’s real name. The name ‘Shigaraki Tomura’ was given to him by All For One. His soul was trapped when All For One took over his body. Midoriya, at the very least, managed to free Tenko’s soul.”

“What’s the point of saving his soul if he was killed either way.”

“I know it’s not the ideal outcome, but—”

“Will you stop trying to justify it,” you snap in English. “This is exactly why I can’t talk to Midoriya. His death shouldn’t be justified. This is exactly why I can’t talk to Hawks about the baby, because how the fuck am I supposed to have a baby with a man who keeps trying to justify killing Jin?”

“Shigaraki killed me, you know that right?” Katsuki says. “My heart stopped. I was dead. Edgeshot gave his life to save me. If Shigaraki lived, would you have forgiven him for killing me?”

You freeze. It hadn’t crossed your mind necessarily. “All For One had control of his body—”

“It doesn’t matter. Do you think he’d be beating himself up with grief that he killed me while All For One controlled him? No. He wouldn’t. But Izuku is. He feels horrible that he wasn’t able to save Shigaraki. He feels terrible that it was his final punch that destroyed his body and killed him. I don’t know what you said about Hawks, but Izuku isn’t him. And maybe if you stop wallowing in your own emotions, you’d realize there’s a whole world outside of you that’s trying to rebuild and keep going. You need to talk to Izuku.”

“Uraraka too,” Shouto adds. “She said Toga Himiko died because she gave Uraraka blood to save her.”

You’re shocked at the news. “I didn’t know that. I heard there was a lot of blood, but they couldn’t find her body. They assumed it had been destroyed during the fight. I know she’s been officially pronounced dead due to the amount they found…”

“Uraraka has been distant from everyone since then. Nobody knew she was holding that grief. She tried so hard to save her. She really wanted to save her.”

A stillness settles over the group as everyone soaks in the heavy words. Your heart aches. You never considered the kids grieving as much as you.

They're kids… They were just teenagers expected to clean up two hundred years of society’s mess. They were expected to stop the worst villain in the history of quirks, while trying to save people that resigned from being saved. 

You look at Katsuki, your eyes studying the scar on his face—the scar he will have for the rest of his life. His right arm is still wrapped in bandages, and you don’t even know what other bandages and scars he sports under his All Might merch T shirt. There’s a deepness in his eyes he didn’t have before. The fiery spark that used to keep him riled up is replaced with the harrowing trauma of having been to war.

Even Shouto is different. The burns he received from his fight with his brother have now faded to a pale pink. You see now just how tired he is. Exhaustion from being the one to save his brother and mend his family after years of their father’s abuse now leaves him more mature beyond his years.

They shouldn’t be like this. They should be hanging out with their friends at the mall or some park, eating ice cream to cool off from the summer sun. They should be gossiping about crushes they have and how hard their math test was. 

They were just kids forced to grow up to fix adults’ mistakes.

“I’m sorry,” you tell them. “I didn’t mean for my personal feelings to be directed this way. I’m grieving. I’m grieving the loss of my family and friends and my old life while trying to make a new one for myself. I’m trying to pretend…” The words in Japanese suddenly escape you as your mind spins—searching through the vocabulary you’ve accumulated over the past fourteen months. “I have to pretend that I’m okay when every day I look at myself in the mirror and think ‘why me? Why did I get saved, but they didn't?’ I’m mourning the few people I had who supported me through everything—even though they knew nothing about me—while trying to be okay and accept support from new people. Everything feels strange and weird and wrong. And I feel wrong for being here. I can’t talk to Izuku because I feel guilty too. I feel selfish that I’m choosing this life when people I love are dead or in prison.”

“You’re not selfish for accepting help that’s being given to you. On that rainy day in the alley, I saw a young woman who begged for help because she was worried a little bird would die of a broken leg,” Katsuki says.

It wasn’t about just the bird though. 

He continues, “You were sick and crying. You were already grieving. You weren’t selfish to ask for help then, and you’re not selfish for accepting it now. You helped me when the League of Villains kidnapped me. I chose to save you. Just like how I chose to visit you in the hospital. And how I chose to come here today to talk to you. You need to choose to talk to Izuku.”

You know he’s right and it makes your heart drop. You don’t even know what to say to the kid, but maybe the words will come to you when it’s time.

The boys finish up their visit and bid you and Toshinori farewell.

“When you get the chance to visit Touya, let me know, I can bring you,” Shouto says.

“I will. Thanks.” You wave but remember one last thing you wanted to ask. “By the way, did either of you mention my pregnancy to Eraserhead?”

“Of course not, you told us not to tell anyone,” Katsuki says.

“You said it was private, so we promised not to tell anyone,” Shouto adds.

You hum in thought, Maybe Hawks lied, and he did mention it to Eraserhead at some point…

Later that night, you approach Toshinori while he’s watching TV.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe we should move. This apartment isn’t accessible to you in your wheelchair, and there’s no room for the baby,” you tell him.

“That’s not a bad idea,” he says.

“I want to build a nursery there too. A nice little room for the baby to grow up in.”

“That does sound nice. Maybe with a little yard for the kid to play, too.”

You smile softly. The idea makes you warm. You imagine the little kid kicking a ball around the yard or playing catch with Toshinori. A little bit of escapism makes you feel better.

“I’ll start looking into some contractors tomorrow,” he says.

“Thanks for being with me today while I met with the kids.”

“I know things haven’t been easy for you, but they haven’t been easy for anyone. We’re all just trying to cope and move on. It’s important you keep going too.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

He bids you goodnight as you head to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Each day that passes brings its own challenges, but it’s the best you can do to keep moving forward. 

Grief may be the monster that stares back at you in the mirror, but that doesn’t mean you can’t face it head on.

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How many screenshots of hawks did u guys take during the last episode,, be honest.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THISSS DUDE😭😭

His baby face was showing in some scenes and it lowk made me feel bad

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (youre referred to as a woman once but it’s in a misogynistic manner), this is a continuation of day 14 (reader and touya are childhood friends for reference), technically kinda non-con??? read at your own risk, reader is kinda bipolar tbh? (i’m bipolar [diagnosed] too so its okay), touya slaps you twice, reader is unaware touya’s filming them, name calling, facials, doggy style + backshots, touya is so mean, no aftercare, reader is burned in multiple places, mentions of death/threats of violence GENRE: nasty nasty smut MINORS DNI SUMMARY: you go back to touya after he fucks you over. WORD COUNT: 2K 🦊’s A/N: fuck my stupid chungus life this isnt fun anymore i just wanna write what i feel like writing guys i promise i have sm more to offer than kinktober stuff i have so many ideas // touya stans come get yo fuckin juice or whatever

     it had been a couple months since your little run-in with touya—which you had kept to yourself—which meant it had been three months since he had carved his name into your back and two months since anybody had last seen you. 

     two months since you last tried to re-enter society, just to have a complete mental breakdown, unable to ignore the ugly new scars adorning your flesh. fuck. how were you supposed to continue living like everything was fine? how are you meant to recover from this? it began to eat away at you until you locked yourself away in your apartment before finally snapping and disappearing one night on a manic whim. 

     “touya..!” you call out into a dark alley. it was late, around two or three in the morning, and it was pouring rain. 

     honestly, you had no clue where the burnt man was; you’d been searching for weeks now with no luck, and you were genuinely starting to tweak over it. fuck. what if you never found him again? what if you were destined to live alone for the rest of your life because of him? the thoughts make you feel both overwhelmingly depressed and inexplicably angry. 

     “touy—” you’re caught off by a hand so hot it feels cold covering your mouth from behind, and suddenly you’re being pulled against somebody’s chest as your adrenaline spikes. the fear of being kidnapped again sends you into overdrive, and you thrash in your captor’s grasp before he speaks up.

     “quit yellin’ before someone hears your pathetic ass,” a raspy voice is right next to your ear. 

     “mmfffh!” you recognized that voice! it was touya! you’re overcome with a never ending sense of despair ironically paired with a faint sense of joy at having finally found the man who had fucked you over entirely.

     truthfully, dabi had been seeking you out since he first saw your missing poster, knowing damn well you had broken down and lost your mind. 

     “been lookin’ for ya, y’know—you haven’t exactly made it easy,” he murmurs, slowly removing his hand from your mouth before spinning you around to face him. “now let’s go,” he says, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along with him down the block to the same abandoned house he had burnt you in to begin with. 

     you nearly apologize for being difficult to find before you quickly realize you don’t owe this cunt anything, let alone an apology! jesus…… what are you even supposed to do? fight back? if you’re gonna be stuck with him, you can at least be a brat to piss him off, right? right. 

     jerking your wrist out from his grasp, you stop in your tracks and cross your arms with a huff. 

     touya immediately knows what you’re trying to do, and he’s not about to let that fly. he turns around and then there’s a resounding smack! that fills the air and your face flies to the side. had he just backhanded you? 

     “you’ll do well to drop the bitchy act,” he tells you, walking into the house and leaving you out in the rain to make your own decision on whether or not to come in—of course, he knew you would. what other options did you have?

     which is how you found yourself blindfolded, with your wrists bound in front of you, and on your knees in front of touya’s erect dick as the white haired man takes his phone out, pulls up the camera, and presses record; he was planning on making a little video without your knowledge, posting it online, and then showing you once it went viral. 

     with one hand, he grabs his pierced cock and smacks it against your cheeks before telling you to open up and stick out your tongue. 

     reluctantly, you obey and are quickly greeted by the salty taste of pre cum against your taste buds along with the cool metal of his prince albert piercing. 

     “nngh–” he’s quick to shove himself into your hot mouth, until the tip hits the back of your throat and you’re gagging around him. 

     “auugh—” touya groans as your tongue presses against the underside of his length and the hand holding the base of his dick moves to thread his fingers in your hair instead, gripping it tightly as he pushes your head forward, until your nose is flush with his uncut, slightly off white pubes. 

     he focuses the camera on the way you sloppily try to suck him off and bites his bottom lip to avoid moaning again.

     “watch those fuckin’ teeth, bitch,” he reminds you, and you know he isn’t the type for empty threats, so you simply nod to the best of your ability, tears starting to well in your eyes, just to be absorbed into the dark cloth wrapped around the upper half of your face. 

     “mmhfhgh,” you whine around him pathetically, drool seeping past your lips. “hhng–”

     “quit’cher whinin’,” he berates you, grip in your hair tightening to a painful degree. “and start sucking like your life depends on it—because it just might.”

     a chill runs down your spine at his words, and you honestly don’t wanna find out if he’s bluffing or not, so you hum a quiet and obedient mhmm before shallowly bobbing your head back and forth, trying to hollow your cheeks and swallow around him.

     “ahh, yeah there we go, much better,” he groans pleasurably, guiding your movements with the stinging grip he has on your hair, pulling at the roots for the best range of control.

     it feels like it takes forever for his cock to twitch against your tongue, signifying he was about to cum, something you were immensely grateful for until he’s yanking your head back and pulling out of your mouth, using the hand that was previously in your hair to jerk himself off, since the other one was preoccupied with recording. 

     touya cums on your face a moment later with a loud groan as he slowly finishes stroking himself. still panting from only breathing through your nose for a solid five or so minutes, some of it lands in your mouth, but it’s messy and some of it splatters onto your cheeks. not having expected this, you gasp and nearly choke on the salty liquid, something dabi happily catches on camera.

     “turn around and get on your hands n’ knees,” he instructs, expecting you to comply immediately. when you don’t, he backhands you again, this time with enough force to knock you off your knees and onto the floor, where you pathetically start to sob. 

     “t–touya….” you cry, tears soaking into the blindfold. “i—i — i don’t wanna do this an–anymore,” you hiccup. you didn’t know what you had been expecting when you originally sought him out—maybe a closure of sorts?—but this certainly was not it!

     “i—i — i don’t care,” he mocks with a laugh, a burning hand suddenly coming down against your ass, and you squeal and jolt at the feeling, desperately trying to scramble away just for touya to snatch your ankle, searing the skin and burning his handprint into your tender flesh. 

     “ow! owowOW—!” you wail, and you only try harder to get away—a fruitless effort. his hand only gets hotter before you finally relent and go limp on the ground. it’s all you can do to sniffle quietly as touya smacks your ass hard enough to leave an immediate mark and tells you to raise your hips, all while recording without your knowledge or consent. 

     “good—much better,” he says calmly once you comply with his demand. “now, stay still,” the burnt man tells you, spitting in one hand before grabbing his dick with it and stroking himself slowly. sure, it was already slick with your spit, but he figured you’d need a little extra lube. 

     lining his pierced cock up with your poor, unprepped cunt, he taps the head against your clit once, twice, and suddenly he’s pushing in all at once, zooming in as he does so. 

     you cry out at this, of course, the dry friction being too much to handle, making you bite your fist in a poor attempt to cope with the pain. jesus fucking christ, what was wrong with him!? (at this point, it may be easier to ask what isn’t wrong with him…)

     “haa–aah!” you whine at the stretch and the feeling of his piercing rubbing against your sensitive inner walls. his dick is hot, too hot, and it feels like you’re being burnt from the inside out as he starts to rut his hips into your ass, balls smacking against your clit. 

     truthfully, touya’s still a little sensitive from you sucking him off, meaning he knows he won’t last long, so instead, he makes the most out of his time by grabbing one of your hips and burning the skin there, leaving a mark of his hand that he’d be sure would never fade. 

     “sounds like someone’s enjoyin’ themselves,” he teases you, and you only cry and shake your head in denial. it fucking hurt, did he not realize that? or just not care? (what do you think?)

     “nuh—nuh-uh!” you retort weakly, wishing god would just kill you now.

     smack! a stinging pain against your ass again, another handprint, and another loud wail from you.

     “should’a gagged your noisy ass,” he grunts, hips stuttering as you tense and your pussy tightens around him. “oh? don’t tell me you like the idea of that?” he mocks, despite it being your body’s reaction to being struck so violently. 

     “i wish— wish you would–! fuck! jesus christ, it hurts,” you cry, hot salty tears streaming down your cheeks, as the blindfold was already damp from your earlier crying. “kill yourself!” you’re able to spit out, and touya growls, yanking your hair with the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with his phone and pulling your back almost flush against his chest so he could start biting your neck and shoulders—burning with a need to mark you as his by any means necessary. to keep you forever, no matter the cost. even if you hated him for it, he didn’t care. not as long as you belonged to him at the end of the day. because if you were touya’s, then you would have nowhere else to go. 

     “nah,” he grins, flipping the camera around, he’s now recording with the front facing camera, holding his phone out and away from himself to get the best angles and views of you. “might kill you, though, ‘f i get bored of ya,” he says so casually it creates an immediate pit of dread in your stomach, and suddenly, you find yourself arching your back and wiggling your hips for the man behind you.

     while not very large, touya was certainly strong enough to handle your pathetic ass. he quickly puts an end to your movements by bringing one flaming hand down against the mound of your cunt and you yelp loudly.

     pulling out all the way while letting go of your hair, touya shoves you back down to the ground where you hit the floor with a thud, and he’s flipping the camera back around to make sure he captures the best part on film. 

     jerking himself off once again, it only takes him a few more seconds to cum—the disgustingly hot and sticky liquid spurting all over your back as he groans lowly.

     “that wasn’t so bad, right, doll?” he asks tauntingly, making sure to zoom in on his name burned into your back. this was going to be a lovely treat for the internet. 

     standing up and collecting himself, he ends the video before moving to untie your wrists, but not bothering with the blindfold, figuring you could get it off yourself.

     “‘ll be back tomorrow, so try not to wander off too far, yeah?” he tells you before you hear his footsteps grow fainter and fainter and suddenly, you’re all alone again while touya heads back to the league’s base to upload his wonderful little video to every porn site he can possibly think of.

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This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.

Chapter 10

Until you know freedom once again

“I’m only doing this as a favor to All Might, by the way,” Tsukauchi says as he walks with you through security. 

“You say that as if you don’t drive me around everywhere all the time,” you tell him.

A security officer escorts the two of you through the prison. He doesn’t speak, completely ignoring your conversation.

Tsukauchi adds, “All Might should be able to walk a bit more soon, so the arrangement will come to an end.”

“Well, that’s a shame, I thought we were getting really close, Tsukauchi-san.”

He sighs at your teasing, and it makes you smile. The whole atmosphere feels as sterile as a hospital. A man in a tan colored jumpsuit mops up some pale colored slop on the floor, and his eyes widen as you look at him. The officer glares at him, and the man continues his business. As you pass, he offers a sly smirk and a wave. Wondering whether or not you should acknowledge him, you wave softly anyway.

Tsukauchi scolds you, “Don’t [...] with the inmates, there’s already enough controversy going on.”

“What controversy?” you ask.

“The one regarding your special Hero Billboard Chart for villains. I’ve heard reports from lots of prisons that some inmates think you’re still on their side. If he’s a sympathizer, then it could lead to a riot. So please don’t do anything that could insinuate something.”

“I was just waving.”

The officer finally speaks up. “You may have been just waving, but to him, that could’ve been seen as a proposal.”

“That’s crazy,” you tell him.

“It might seem crazy, but who’s to say inmates won’t start asking you to pardon them? Who’s to say that guy doesn’t actually hate you and wants you dead? That wave could’ve been an opening to kill you. The opinion about you is pretty divided around here—believe me I know. Inmates only have time for shitting and talking,” the officer finishes.

There’s another security officer posted outside the door that you stop at. The two greet each other.

“I’ll let you speak privately, but know that there’s still a CCTV camera watching for safety purposes,” Tsukauchi tells you.

“You’re so considerate,” you respond dryly.

He doesn’t roll his eyes, but you can sense that he wants to. “It’s standard protocol. Nothing personal.”

“It’s fine. I’ll just have to speak to him in code if we’re going to create a jailbreak plan.” You smirk.

“Enough jokes. You have thirty minutes.”

Tsukauchi nods as the security guard opens the door. In the center of the room sits a table with a chair. The man with a mop of curly brown hair sits with his back towards you. He’s in a wheelchair and there’s a machine connected to his side. It hums softly as it works to keep his vitals stable. His head turns slightly to see who approaches him, but he softens seeing it’s you.

“Well, it’s about time. I thought you had forgotten all about me,” he says in English.

“I could never forget you, Mister.” You take a seat across from him.

His hands are fully cuffed in some weird contraption to prevent him from using his quirk. You noticed how he was given a new prosthetic, one very basic looking and not as useful as the one the PLF had gotten him.

“With a face like that, how could I forget you,” you add.

He smiles charmingly, and says with a soft laugh, “Don’t flatter me, I’ll get flustered.”

“I missed you. There’s a lot to update you on.”

“If this is about your stunt at the Hero Billboard Chart ceremony, I’m already aware. You’re quite popular here, you know.”

“So I’ve heard. What’s the real gossip amongst inmates?”

“Some of them think it’s great that you hailed the villains as heroes and stood your ground so publicly. Others think it was a mockery. Either way, people are talking about you.”

“I can’t believe they’re gossiping about me even in prison.” You groan and bury your head in your arms on the table. “I can’t escape it at all.”

“No offense, but it is the natural consequence for what you did. Does it matter though—what other people say? You have a chance to do something with this.”

“I don’t even know what to do though. I only did it to bring justice to our names. There were so many defamatory articles. People were saying the craziest things that weren’t even true at all.”

“So you got the truth out. Now figure out your next steps.”

You groan again, but Mister chuckles at your dramatics.

“You’ve grown a lot,” he notes.

“I’ve been through a lot,” you respond.

“I meant physically.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“I just mean the baby is starting to show. How are you going to keep hiding the truth?”

“I have no idea. I was just going to let him handle it I suppose.”

“Have you discussed that with him?”

You’re quiet for a moment, scrunching your face to avoid having to tell Mister the truth. “Not really…”

“I don’t blame you, but the stakes are pretty high for you both. Definitely consider it before the baby comes.”

“I’ve been a bit preoccupied.”

“Oh? Is there a new man in the picture, then?” He flashes his theatrical smirk.

“Ha ha, very funny. Obviously no. All Might adopted me and we moved house.”

“Ah, I see you’re really moving up in the world. So have I, as I was assigned to a new room, and this one is more private.”

“Well that’s good. It’s good, right?”

“They gave me this machine and chair so I can be a bit more mobile. But they changed out my prosthetic when they found out I was using my quirk to sneak food back into my bunk.”

You gawk at him, wondering if he’s joking, but the smile plastered on his face says otherwise. 

“Why were you hoarding food in your marbles?” you ask.

“They only give us food during meal times and I was getting hungry at night. Also the oatmeal makes a good paste when mixed with toilet paper to make earplugs. Anyway, at least I won’t have to deal with Geten snoring anymore.”

“So, this is what prison is like, I suppose. Wait, you were rooming with that ice bastard?!”

“Not by my choice, obviously. You’re lucky that you got away with being pardoned. Have you been able to meet with Spinner or Dabi?”

“Spinner, yes, but I haven’t gone to see Dabi yet. I get updates from his brother.”

“How are they doing?”

“Spinner’s extra quirks have taken a toll on his body, but he’s stable these days. I still can't see him frequently though. I kind of snuck in last time. As for Dabi, Shouto says he’s able to stay awake for eight minutes a day now. Which is good, but the doctors don’t know if he’ll improve any more than that.”

Mister furrows his brow. “He’ll die in there eventually. You know that, right?”

You’re quiet. It’s a fact that you’ve been avoiding. His body is barely kept alive by a team of doctors tending to him constantly. His will is keeping him alive more, but eventually it won’t be enough and his body will shut down. You know this. Everyone knows this. Yet, you’ve all been avoiding the harsh reality.

“I don’t want to think about it. I’ve lost enough people I care about already,” you say.

“I know it must be hard to see him like that, but it would be best to try.”

“Don’t nag me, I know it is. I’ll go see him soon and give you some real updates…” 

“Speaking of updates, what else do you have to tell me?” he asks.

You use up your time to talk with him. You tell him the details of Hawks pardoning you and hiring you as his assistant. You explain how All Might proposed your adoption following the war. You tell him about your new house and your plans to raise your child there. You vent your worries about Spinner and Dabi, while also taking the time to mourn together for Himiko and Tomura. He tells you more about his prison escapades in hopes of bringing a smile to your face. Every minute feels precious, and being with Mister fills a void that’s been left in your heart. His charm makes you laugh, but it leaves you with an ache in your heart that he’s not coming home with you. Time passes all too quickly. Soon enough the thirty minutes pass, and Tsukauchi returns to retrieve you.

“I’ll talk to someone and see if I can get my number added to your approved caller list so we can talk more frequently,” you tell him.

You bend down to give him a hug before you go. He holds you tightly to him, savoring his last moment with you.

“Until we meet again, my dear friend,” he whispers into your ear.

The pang in your heart makes your eyes sting. “Until then.”

Until I can get your ass out of here, so you can know freedom once again.

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I refuse to spend more time on this, his jacket is so ugly

Thinking about…

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Tomura playing LOL on his computer, his legs hunched up onto the chair and his body slouched over the desk, calculating his next move. A normal night for him, if it wasn’t for the fact that his lover is being fucked into the next day by one of his companions.

Loud moans and grunts echoed throughout the room, the bed frame hitting the wall with each forceful thrust. Dabi laid on top of you, pining you down into a mating press as he fucked into your sore hole, cum and lube coating his cock and adding an even louder ‘plap plap plap’ that echoed throughout the room.

Your mouth was agape and eyes rolled back, wanton moans and whimpers escaping you, fucked dumb and pliant as Dabi ravages your willing body. You could feel another tight coil beginning to form inside you, your body tensing as you scratched down Dabi’s back.

Your eyes lazily trail up towards your boyfriend, Tomura, the back of his gaming chair blocking his frame, only his hand visible as it grasped his mouse. You tried to call out for him, the first syllable of his name barely leaving your lips before you’re rudely slapped, a stapled hand harshly squeezing your face and forcing your gaze back to himself.

“Nuh-uh…eyes on me…i’m the one fucking you right. now.”

The last two words were pronounced with harsh thrusts, your hole stretched along his cock brutally as you screamed out in pleasure.

From the corner of your eye, you can barely make out the faint movement of Tomura’s hand idly massaging his bulge…

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A/N: Just a small drabble i thought about while at work today hehehe >:3

HE LOOKS SO COOL IN THE NEWEST POPULARITY POLL ART RAGGHGHGHG

Warnings: smut w/o plot, cunningulus, f!reader, squirting, fingering, alcohol use, voyeurism Synopsis: after the war, you and Shigaraki spend time together while the rest of the League prepares for the final mission. Excessive drinking leads to a moment of intimacy between you and Shigaraki, with him tasting your cunt for the first time. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend Touya unexpectedly returns early and witnesses the scene A/N: this piece was commissioned on my Ko-fi page by my beloved @shonen-brainrot - I'm sharing this fic with her consent. Thank you for commissioning me, baby! I hope you enjoy it! Friendly reminder to everyone else: my writing commissions are open :)

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You spent a mere three months as a member of the League of Villains, yet during that brief period, you actively contributed to planning the Paranormal Liberation War. Despite the apparent "loss," you understood that, among other things, you achieved a strategic victory. After exiting the stage with Tomura and his other allies, you needed to keep a low profile, and so you did. Leveraging your quirk, Speed Recovery, you became a highly valuable asset to Shigaraki, aiding in the recovery of his injured allies.

Amid this intense three months period, you cultivated an unexpected understanding with the most enigmatic figure in the organization — Dabi. Astonishingly, he turned out to be the long-lost son of the Number One hero, Endeavor. Before you fully grasped it, you found yourself low-key "dating" - an understated term for the intensity of the connection. It encompassed spending endless hours together, engaging in profound conversations, and gradually closing the physical distance between you two.

Yet, an undercurrent of unease lingered as you sensed Tomura's discontent. Was he possibly envious of someone as seemingly ordinary as yourself? The uncertainty hung in the air, casting a shadow over the dynamics within the group.

You devoted considerable time meticulously plotting the retribution, even as you witnessed Tomura's growing anger and frustration. Reassuring him, you affirmed the intricacy of his plans, confidently asserting that soon you would unveil a lesson for the heroes, showing them their rightful place.

After the devastating War, Tomura visibly bore the weight of stress, engrossed in devising his next set of plans.

One evening, while the others were away preparing for the final mission, you and Tomura remained at the hideout, sipping from a shared bottle of vodka. The conversation delved into the details of the plan and the sacrifices it would inevitably demand.

Tomura took a sip, his crimson eyes fixed on you. "This mission will change everything. Sacrifices are inevitable."

You nodded, the weight of the responsibility settling in. "Yeah, but it's necessary. For a better future."

He smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "A better future, huh? How optimistic."

You chuckled, recognizing his penchant for cynicism. "Well, not everyone can be as optimistic as you, Tomura."

He leaned back, fingers tapping against the bottle. "Optimism won't save us. Practicality will."

You smirked, appreciating the contrast in your perspectives. "Practicality and a bit of optimism won't hurt."

Tomura scoffed, taking another sip. "You're incorrigible."

You raised an eyebrow. "Coming from you, that's a compliment."

He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a rare smile. "Maybe. But let's not get too sentimental. We have work to do."

As the night wore on, the shared bottle of vodka dwindled, leaving both you and Tomura with a growing sense of intoxication.

"Thanks for the refill," you slurred appreciatively, the alcohol already making its presence felt.

Tomura, seemingly affected by the spirits as well, mused, "Can't believe Dabi didn't teach you how to drink."

You chuckled, the room swaying slightly. "Guess he missed that lesson."

With a nonchalant shrug, Tomura rose, tossing the empty bottle effortlessly into the trash bin. He went to a nearby cabinet, retrieving another bottle of alcohol and two fresh glasses.

You protested, waving your hands, but he poured you another drink, raising an eyebrow. "How are things between you and our lovely Todoroki, by the way?"

The question struck a chord, and you frowned, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the sudden turn into personal territory. "Well, you know, complicated," you replied evasively, taking a sip to buy some time.

Tomura leaned back, swirling his drink, his gaze fixed on you. "Complicated, huh? Must be quite a story."

You sighed, the alcohol loosening your tongue. "Yeah, it is. But we manage."

He nodded, taking a thoughtful sip. "Managing is something, I guess."

You attempted to shift the conversation away from your relationship with Dabi, bringing up other topics, but Tomura proved relentless. With a cocky grin, he circled back to Dabi, probing for more details.

"Come on, spill it. I want to hear the juicy bits," he taunted, swirling his drink with an unsettling confidence.

Sighing, you relented a little. "It's not that interesting, Tomura. Just the usual ups and downs. Nothing to discuss."

He leaned in, a dark glint in his eyes. "Ups and downs, huh? Sounds like there's more to it."

You rolled your eyes, realizing that steering the conversation away from Dabi was an uphill battle. "Can we talk about something else, Tomura? There's a whole world out there."

He chuckled, his laughter carrying a sinister undertone. "The world can wait."

As the night wore on, Tomura's questions became more probing, his tone growing darker and more insistent. He seemed to revel in the discomfort he caused, savoring every tidbit you reluctantly shared about your tumultuous relationship. Tomura got up, the creaking floorboards announcing his movement as he paced around the room. He cast a sly glance in your direction, the dim light highlighting the eerie grin on his face. "You know," he began, still walking, "I always suspected there was more to Dabi. But Endeavor's son? Now, that's interesting."

You shifted uncomfortably, eyeing him as he continued to circle the room. "Yeah, surprising, right?"

He chuckled, a sinister edge to his voice. "Perfect, actually. Vengeance is a powerful motivator. It'll make him even more useful for our cause."

Tomura took a place beside you on a worn-out couch, his arm casually wrapping around your shoulders. He poured another drink, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

You gave a weak smile, feeling a little uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. The tension heightened as his arm tightened around your shoulders, and he handed you the freshly poured drink.

"To unexpected alliances," he proposed, raising his glass.

You clinked yours against his, the liquid burning down your throat, the room spinning with a mix of alcohol and Tomura's ominous presence.

As Tomura poured another round, he seemed undeterred by the growing level of intoxication. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol.

In the midst of another casual conversation, Tomura, with an unsettling nonchalance, steered the dialogue back to Dabi. "Did he fuck you already?" he inquired abruptly, his tone cutting through the drunken haze that surrounded you.

Your cheeks flushed, and you visibly squirmed in discomfort at the unexpected and personal nature of the question. "It's none… None of your… Bussiness, Tomura," you hiccuped.

"Come on now, spill it. Did he or didn't he?" he pressed, a mocking grin playing on his lips.

You sighed, feeling the weight of the question. "Tomura, that's really none of your business…"

Tomura's grin widened, and he leaned back, seemingly pleased with your discomfort. "Sounds like a yes to me. Dabi's got taste, I'll give him that. Was he a gentleman, delicately tending to your needs, or more like a dog in heat, just claiming what's his?"

Your face burned hotter as you bit your lower lip, desperately downing the glass of vodka, and quickly covering your mouth after. "Something in between," you mumbled, your words slightly slurred.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, throwing his head back. "Mmmm, I see. What a pity then. You deserve to be taken care of, baby. Such a little, pretty villain," he reached his gloved hand out and touched your cheek. The gloved touch sent shivers down your spine. "Did he eat your pussy?"

The nausea welled up inside you, and all you wanted was to escape to your tiny room and lie down. You nodded, managing a weak, "Yes," hoping it would satisfy Shigaraki and put an end to the uncomfortably intimate interrogation.

Tomura grinned, placing his glass on a tiny coffee table. He simply leaned in, crushing his lips onto yours without seeking your consent.

In your intoxicated state, attempts to push him away were feeble. His lips bore the flavor of vodka, but strangely, you found yourself not entirely opposed to the unexpected kiss. A part of you didn't mind what was happening at all, so you casually moved your lips against his in a dance influenced by the haze of alcohol.

Before you could fully comprehend the situation, his gloved hand, adorned with only two fingers covered by a black leather, slipped between your thighs and beneath the plain skirt you wore. His touch started at your thigh, skillfully massaging the soft flesh, while slowly ascending.

A gasp escaped your lips as a strange warmth began to build within your abdomen. You cursed yourself for reacting this way to your boss. You shouldn't be feeling like this; after all, you had a boyfriend. What would he think if he knew how Shigaraki's touch was affecting you? You blamed the intoxication for clouding your mind, and even if you desired to push Shigaraki away, you felt powerless; your hands seemed to weigh a ton.

Gloved fingers teased you through your panties, eliciting a gasp that escaped past your parted lips. You bit down on your lower lip, the sensations proving intoxicating, clouding the last remaining rationally-thinking parts of your brain.

As your head lolled back, resting against the back of the couch, Shigaraki licked the column of your neck. "Shhh, shhhh, it's okay. Ain't gonna hurt ya, sweetie. I just wanna make you feel good, like Dabi never did, I bet."

Shigaraki pushed the fabric of your panties aside, his touch careful as he rubbed against your folds, discovering they were already slick with your excitement. He grinned, licking his lips. "Look at you," he chuckled, hiccuping a little. "Mmm, already so wet for your boss. That's the attitude I like."

Shigaraki rose from the couch, a hiss escaping him as his pants grew uncomfortable, his dick tenting the fabric. He knelt down, parting your thighs, and took hold of the sides of your panties, skillfully tugging them down your legs until they were off completely. Bringing the garment to his nose, he sniffed it like a wild animal, licking the damp spot on the material and growling in anticipation. "Fuck," he muttered, his other hand palming himself through the fabric of his pants.

As the man licked a stripe along your slick folds, a loud whine escaped your lips, and you leaned back fully against the couch. Slowly, you brought your hand to your mouth, covering it as if to prevent all the moans from escaping. It felt so wrong, yet oh so right at the same time.

Shigaraki closed his lips around your clitoris, fervently sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. This left you writhing beneath him, moaning like a cheap whore you apparently were at that moment. His bare fingers, devoid of glove, expertly rubbed your entrance as Shigaraki continued to lap at your slick folds. The obscene noises he made filled the air, his head shaking left to right to increase the friction you sought with every roll of your hips, each movement trying to push your cunny further into his face.

"O-Oh, God…" you whimpered.

Shigaraki chuckled slightly before slipping his tongue into your entrance. It was the moment you arched your back, sliding one of your hands into his white hair, tugging it to bring his face and mouth closer to your heated core.

He skillfully fucked you with his tongue, his gloved fingers simultaneously massaging your clitoris, causing your wetness to spill all over his eager tongue. "Mhmmm," he grunted, still palming himself through his pants.

Lost in the throes of passion, neither of you heard the door opening. Little did you know that the rest of the League had returned to the hideout.

Dabi stood in the doorway leading to Shigaraki's office, his turquoise eyes wide open as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him — his boss, someone he had once considered a friend at some point, and his girl, getting laid.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki resumed lapping at your entrance, growling like an animal at your scent and taste. In contrast, you were already a moaning mess.

"I fucking love your little cunt," Shigaraki declared, kissing your swollen clitoris before returning to licking your dripping hole.

Dabi felt anger and jealousy building up within him, but he also sensed some primal desire. Casually closing the door, he walked over to the two of you, nonchalantly dipping down next to you on the couch. "Well, well, I see you two are having some fun, huh?" he growled.

It was then that you snapped your eyes open, instantly attempting to push Shigaraki off your pussy.

However, your boss simply looked at Dabi lazily, and after kissing your cunt, he straightened up, wiping his lips from your juices glistening there with the top of his palm. "Todoroki, you're back already."

Dabi scoffed. "What do you fucking think you're doing, Tomura?" Dabi growled, igniting a little blue flame on his left palm while his right one rested possessively on your knee.

"And what does it look like? I'm eating her cunny out," Shigaraki replied, a wry grin on his lips.

"She's fucking mine, and you're fucking aware of that," Dabi reminded.

Shigaraki chuckled darkly, waving his hand. "Oh, don't be such a dog in the manger. I didn't fuck her, yeah? Just licked her tiny cunt. That's not a fucking crime, is it?"

Dabi breathed angrily through his nose. "I can see you got fucking turned on just by her taste," he scoffed, glancing at the tent in Tomura's pants.

Shigaraki unselfconsciously palmed his dick, tilting his head to the side. "Can you blame me? Look at her, such a little naughty villainess we have here. And her taste is intoxicating."

Dabi scoffed again. "Imagine that I know, as I've fucked her many times already."

Tomura ran his bare fingers up and down your cunt. "Don't be angry at her, it's my fault. We got a little too wasted, and I kind of couldn't stop myself when I smelled her wetness," Shigaraki explained, pointing his chin at the coffee table and the empty bottle of alcohol and glasses.

Dabi shook his head in disapproval and reached his hand out, catching your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting it so you faced him. "You're such a naughty whore, getting wet for him? Pathetic."

Your cheeks were still flushed. "S-sorry, Touya…" you whined pathetically.

Dabi looked into your half-opened eyes. He couldn't deny the twitch in his pants as he saw you so vulnerable and exposed. The idea of letting some other guy fuck you while he watched had always lingered in the dark corners of his twisted mind. Now, the opportunity presented itself. "You liked him licking your cunt, hmm?"

You bit at your knuckle, slowly nodding your head for yes.

Dabi sighed. "Fine. Make my girl cum," the scarred man ordered, looking at Shigaraki. "But don't you fucking dare to put your fucking, pathetic cock into her. That's exclusively mine privilege."

Shigaraki cocked his eyebrows, "Who do you think you are to boss me around, Dabi?"

Touya grinned nastily. "Seriously? Your cock already makes a damp spot in your pants, man. I know you want her. So give her what she wants. Make her fucking cum. Let her decide which one of us eats her pussy better. I'm sure she's gonna choose me."

"T-Touya, I.." you started, but your boyfriend placed his fingers on your lips, sealing them.

"Shut up and spread your legs wider like the good whore you are," he instructed.

You nodded hesitantly, following his words.

Shigaraki grunted, seeing your pussy spreading open just for him. He instantly dived between your legs, lapping at your folds again, making slurping noises and eating your cunt so intensely that the base of his nose nudged your swollen clitoris, making you whine.

Dabi watched the scene with a stoic expression attached to his scarred face. He reached one of his hands around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him so you rested your side against his chest. His other hand grabbed the hem of your skirt, hoisting it up your hips to provide himself with a better view of your drenched cunt and Shigaraki diving between your legs.

"You're such a needy whore," Dabi whispered into your ear, moving the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders to unbutton your shirt and fish out one of your breasts from the cup of your bra, fondling it gently. "So fucking wet. Look at the mess you made on this bastard's face."

You were whining, resting one elbow on Dabi's lap, moaning even louder as you felt his hardened cock making a bulge in his jeans.

Shigaraki slipped his gloved fingers into your cunt, massaging your inner walls.

Dabi grasped your chin and tilted your head, sloppily kissing your lips. Your tongues danced together.

Shigaraki spat down on your pussy, spreading his saliva all over your folds with his thumb. After that, he returned to sucking your clitoris while finger-fucking you.

You moaned in Dabi's mouth, breaking the kiss to bite your knuckle again as your thighs trembled after Tomura hit that super-sensitive, spongy spot deep within you. "Fuck…" you whispered, your eyes watering. "Holy shit."

Dabi chuckled darkly. "That's it, doll, let it go. Cum. I know you want to cum."

"Yes, d-daddy," you moaned and reached both hands to slip them in Tomura's messy hair, bringing his face closer to your dripping cunt to ride your orgasm all over his tongue and lips.

"Don't you fucking dare to stop licking her cunt. Stick your ugly tonuge out," Dabi instructed, and to his surprise, Shigaraki obeyed.

You grinded your pussy against you boss' flexed tongue, moaning louder and louder until your pussy clenched around his fingers, leaving you trembling all over your body, moaning and panting.

Of course, Dabi decided it was not enough, so he reached his hand down your body to gently rub your clitoris, only to spank it with his heated up fingers a few times.

You bucked your hips more until you squirted all over Shigaraki's face, moaning both their names as if it was the last prayer of your life; your runny juices covered your boss' chin, nose and lips, dripping down his cheek to his chest.

Shigaraki also panted and groaned, the damp stain on his crotch expanding, signaling he just came, too.

Dabi kissed your cheek, glancing down at Shigaraki. "Look at you, boss, getting so turned on by a mere woman. That's surprising," he rose from the couch, adjusting his hardened dick in his pants. "Now excuse me, I'm taking my girlfriend to my room so I can fuck her the way she likes the most," Todoroki easily scooped you up in his arms. "Oh, and thanks for preparing her for me. I appreciate that a lot."