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buttercupshands · 17 days
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MHA didn't create some miracle way of helping others. It was never promised to be this way. And when it came to villains...
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Spoilers for manga all the way to chapter 423.
The only way to get anything in life in MHA was to be born "normal" like everyone else and that way of thinking never left Izuku with Toga getting the same treatment she did before from everyone from her family to her "normal" classmates. It was Ochako who helped Toga even if just a little by lifting the weight of all the feelings that Toga had.
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She couldn't save Toga the way one could save a civilian by saving them from harm. If it worked that way Dabi would've saved Toga even before Ochako could apologize for failing to notice Toga. She was so lazer focused on saving everyone else, that she was just another villain to stop, not a human.
Even if by the end of it Ochako helped Toga to deal with her grief, acceptance as it was wasn't something possible when a quirk makes you want to drink someone's blood from jealousy.
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We got a bittersweet ending with Toga, in which she probably died from blood loss just like her double did in MVA. If it wasn't for Twice she would've died back then.
Giving away her blood for Ochako wasn't a redemption or a way to save Toga in the end, more as it was her being true to herself until the very end.
Just like Twice chose to stay with the League even if Hawks offered him a way to survive that battle. He refused and died protecting his friends who accepted him instead of choosing to betray them and accept Hawks' offer.
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After Twice's death... It was a matter of time that more 'active' LoV members would join him as well. As sad as it is, we now can return to Izuku.
Who, after his time OFA-AFO quirk space, now wanted to help a "crying boy" he saw in Tenko just as before with Katsuki in chapter 1. He didn't forgive Tomura and didn't excuse the way he chose to solve his problems.
It didn't mean that Tomura would survive in their battle, even if Izuku didn't see killing others as a way to solve problems. He didn't understand Tomura, but he still wanted to try, and try he did.
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The rest of this post was nothing more than a contextual prologue to understand that it's not the first time a hero failed to save a villain and in Twice's case we know that he died and his death was the reason Toga started thinking about her own possible death and Dabi finally revealed himself as Toya.
The goal of saving a "crying boy" never was an end-goal for Izuku in the Final arc, since helping Tomura deal with his feelings just left him hollow with a goal that clashed with Izuku's. As being a hero for villains meant destroying the world for them to help them live freely.
But that was before AFO resurfaced.
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Sadly after that Tomura who was talking about making his own choices for a while now stopped doing that. Even if he still had a goal of helping villains and only villains, Tomura was almost gone. And his goals were now unreachable.
Izuku helped Nana who in turn kept Tomura from fading away entirely. In MHA there were countless situations where Izuku's help affected people by helping a different person to keep hope, All-Might being the first one and Nana being the last one at the moment.
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Hollow after Izuku helped him to get rid of his hatred Tomura could do the only thing he did - accept the situation as it was.
Accepting AFO as his Sensei, accepting Stain's ideals and Overhaul's deal was the way he solved his problems. Just like Izuku had a problem of understanding something outside of his norm, Tomura was accepting too many things, which lead to his downfall after accepting AFO's quirk.
Just like Twice could've given up everything that he had for his friends so did Tomura.
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With Izuku helping as much as he could let Tomura to finally rest as he wasn't really living ever since waking up in the hospital. With his body now affected by AFO's wishes instead of his own until the end.
In a way Izuku didn't succeed in his wish for Tomura to stop ever since PLF war arc. As he "kept fighting to destroy" no matter how hard Izuku tried to stop him.
The only thing he succeeded in was changing Tomura's mind about himself, instead of viewing himself as a monster he accepted that he was a human just like Izuku said. A "crying boy" who couldn't really destroy Izuku's hands in the end.
For a group of Villains who weren't supposed to get profiles of their own at the start of the series, League is slowly fading as the most memorable group that there was in MHA, getting backstories, their own Villain themed arc all the while being as human as anyone else.
As sad as their story is they were not "unlucky", they didn't need a happy false ending where they would need to change to be normal - they chose to live this way and they lived it to it's fullest.
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helga-grinduil · 19 days
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Okay, so. Um. Chapter 423.
Seeing people's reactions I have to say some things. And let me preface this by saying that I don't believe this is truly it. But.
The issue isn't even that Izuku (seemingly) failed to save the person he wanted to save from AFO (well, it is an issue, actually, but not the main point. Also, the fact that his and vestiges' plan to reach Tenko is also what ensured Tomura's death is just so... ), and it's not that he's weirdly distant and cold in this chapter.
It's the fact that not a single one of them actually acknowledged anything that they saw and heard in Shigaraki's mind. Neither of them talked about what AFO told Tomura - the fact that Tomura didn't say anything about what he learned about his quirk, his purpose and the fact that he never truly wanted to kill his family is especially mind-boggling. And Deku didn't say anything about the revelation that Tomura never really had a chance or a choice from the very start either. There was no self-relfection on either side, no real conversation, and there also was no real understanding between the two being reached. It's the fact that Deku instantly stopped caring or wondering about Tenko/Tomura the moment AFO came back, being completely willing to pulverise his body when just a few chapters ago he refused to do that when Nana told him to. It's the fact that he didn't react to Kurogiri pleading for Tomura and Bakugou just killed (???? maybe not, it's hard to understand) the man. It's the fact that the vestiges still being alive and Nana saving Tomura (oh hey, guess her whole family actually all died to AFO, unable to truly smile) was off-screened.
This is not people blaming Izuku. This is just people complaining about straight up bad writing.
Even if Tenko is still alive (And Kurogiri wasn't killed by Bakugou too, but I feel like Kurogiri is just too doomed to survive anyway), that doesn't erase the weirdness that this chapter was. It would still be salvageable, I guess, depending on what happens next, but good lord, the damage was certainly done.
And if Tenko is really dead, but we'll just see more of Midoriya's reaction to that in the following chapters, this would still be fucking horrible.
I love Deku. I love his emotions, how genuine he is, how empathetic he is. He is just a kid forced into an awful situation. This is not a jab at him as much as it is a jab at the author and the writing here. Because how in the world does the protagonist fail at doing what he wanted to do harder than the supporting cast with their villains? Why was Toga and Uraraka's final chapter more genuine and emotional that THIS - the protagonist and the main antagonist's last conversation????? Why was Ochako more upset about realising that Toga is about to kill herself than Deku was in those chapters?
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theteapotofdoom · 6 months
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Hey guys in light of the latest MHA chapter I thought I’d share my "Deku is gonna save Tomura ON GOD" starter pack, clutching it dear for my life right now :)
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GET SAVED YOU DUMBASS (affectionate)
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shih-coulda-had-it · 6 months
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AFO parentified older sister syndrome canon?
I'm so reluctant to confirm this because while I don't believe Yoichi and AfO had that particular brainrotting dynamic (in that 'parentified older sisters' are, in my opinion, charged with taking care of their younger siblings, and while they are orphans, that doesn't necessarily mean there's that sense of guilt and resentment present in AfO about having to 'parent' a child while being a child himself), AfO's first vestige is in all possibility his mother. Since we have no idea when he figured out how to give Quirks back, it's really likely that AfO was haunted by mommy issues since, well, birth.
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decarbry · 1 year
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Is there anything you could say to yabureme to get him seriously distressed immediately?
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images moments before disaster
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itsnothingofinterest · 8 months
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Is horikoshi just trolling for narrative stakes now??
I mean it's good All-might lived (I think?), but after showing the bright flash of a large explosion and the fading away of All-might's vestige last chapter, only to reveal that AFO easily stopped it all before the blast even went off...
I don't really hate this completely, because it gives more merit to the villain's (especially the core Lov's) survival, but I kind of wish there wasn't this big and drawn out AFO vs All-might fight if it was going to lead to such a tame ending.
Do you think so? Or do you like how things went or ended up?
Wouldn't be the first time he trolled us like that. Need I remind you of the time AFO talked about his mole in UA while the 'camera' zoomed in Hagakure...in some room somewhere not being a mole? Or how about the cliffhanger where Nana asked if Deku could kill Tomura for her? Still mad about that one.
Although it's not like stakes weren't already launched out the window forever ago. I've mentioned how the heroes outnumber and outgun even both AFOs so that they pretty much won as soon as they got the ambush off; and AFO's plan to control Tomura has also been doomed since he broke free. The only stakes left are if Tomura & the other villains can escape Deku & the heroes to fight another day, and if any individual characters we like are gonna die.
So one the one hand; I get where you're coming from since hero deaths are the only stakes left worth worrying about (that the narrative 100% agrees should be worried about). But on the other, I guess I can't bring myself to care too much who AFO takes with him on his road to his own unwitting doom. I hardly want All Might dead either way, same as you seem to, but least of all just so it can be said that an important hero died.
Besides, it might not end too tame yet. All Might's alive, sure, but he's also in AFO's greasy hands and Bakugou's gotta save him still.
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Sako: Kurogiri's weakness: Tech.
Sako: Hawks': Fire.
Sako: Dabi's: Also fire.
Sako: Twice's: Can’t act to save his life.
Sako: Tomura's: crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris.
Tomura: Whoa, whoa, whoa. That’s, like, really personal compared to fire.
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marimeeko · 4 months
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I had such a horrible idea for a tragic (and pretty visceral) turn of the BkDk love story.
Uh if you don't wanna know about gore and brutal character death just move on bc if I gotta have this in my brain so do the people who like that kinda thing:
Ok, so this is on the idea of Katsuki somehow rejoining with Izuku, but, before Shigaraki is defeated or neutralized or saved. Like, he's still in full hatred mode.
Probably during or before Izuku and the vestiges trying to force feed OFA to him bit by bit. Canon divergent, obviously. We are in a different story and probably a different GENRE now, lol.
Anyway, Izuku and Katsuki reunite. And probably try to fight together.
Shigaraki, no mercy in him, is out for the kill.
The second they stop too long, or Katsuki looks at Izuku too long, maybe they are saying something to each other, Shigaraki lands behind Katsuki, and literally
Punches his fist through Katsukis chest.
Pulls his hand out.
KATSUKIS HEART IN HIS HAND.
And with some sadistic quip to a horrified Izuku, about Katsuki not being able to come back or fix his heart again...
He DECAYS katsukis heart with his Quirk.
Izuku loses it and Katsuki collapses into his arms. He screams Kacchans name. Grips him in terror, hands on Katsukis face, screaming and crying. With his very last breaths of life, Katsuki looks at Izuku, with the same LONGING and devotion to Izuku he had when he died the first time. All he can do is muster some final words, and even dies with a smile on his faceand tears in his eyes, finally speaking his whole truth:
"Izuku... I...love..."
Izuku completely, emotionally collapses. Even if they win the war....even if he can defet shigaraki in a rage...He won't come back from this one.
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Tenko is holding on so fucking hard all because he yearns so badly. He longs to not be alone, to have friends, to see his family again, to be helped, to be saved, to exist. He wants it all so fucking badly that's its kept the child in him alive to the point of defiance in the face of this fusion.
Dabi is similar, but driven to destruction because of his yearning. He wants to be acknowledged, wants revenge, wants to destroy, wants to kill that inner child to the point that he's running on spite.
But Shigaraki is surviving and may possibly be playing a hand in hisnown survival thanks to that inner child.
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helga-grinduil · 2 years
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FINALLY
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do you ever rewatch the apology song animatic and ball your eyes out
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byjovewhataspend · 5 months
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Much needed levity for Erasermic between the battles i cant imagine that Aizawa could survive a lifetime with Present Mic without being a LITTLE bit sillygoofy
(shigaraki is somewhere offscreen like 'eraserhead said what??😭'
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thelazyhermits · 1 year
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In the hypothetical where Shigaraki did live during the tabf war arc, what would happen?
I honestly have no idea cause it's so hard for me to imagine a scenario where this could happen with Nighteye alive and able to foresee everything going down lol
I guess things would just be a mixture of canon and what I had planned for the TABF verse. The villains would probably be more at a disadvantage, though, cause they're experiencing more losses with Twice being captured not killed, ergo Toga/Compress didn't get saved from being captured.
Things would be more dangerous for Fortune since killing her is at the top of Shigaraki's to-do list. It's hard to decide if he wants to do that the most or get OFA lol
In the end, the war arc would probably end with Shigaraki, Spinner, and Dabi escaping like in canon, but it's honestly hard to say for sure since really anything could happen when so many things are different from canon lol
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flamingtouya · 20 days
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MAJOR BNHA 423 SPOILERS
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this line is so jarring to me because if shigaraki really is gone... where are his friends waiting?
up until now we always took their survival for granted, no matter the situation they ended up in. toga's blood loss. dabi's quirk awakening at the brink of death.
but calling back on shiggy's line "even if [...] i turned into an empty shell, i'd still need to become a hero to those guys"
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suddenly has me worried about the fate of toga and dabi.
they're waiting for him.
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but where?
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calypsocolada · 2 months
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how your first kiss went with them... ft. shigaraki, aizawa, & hawks
authors note: hi hi! just finished watching season 6 of mha and got inspired. first time writing for mha characters and started with my favorite ones :) hope you all enjoy!!
cw: angst, fem! one for all weilder, slight spoilers for season 6
wc: 2.6k
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Tomura could only watch as his mind was stolen, watch his body being overtaken by a force he wasn’t strong enough to stop. All for One’s control taking over. He knew he had seconds left before he’d no longer cease to be himself. You burned with hatred beneath him, your left arm broken and useless, your right hand holding some sharp shrapnel that you’d plunged desperately into his side, your powers flickering weakly within you. He didn’t feel the pain. Your eyes flashed, his hands around your neck, squeezing. Someone was going to win here but… it wasn’t going to be him. 
He pulled you hard, the fire in your eyes licking and burning his own but he couldn’t care less. If he was going to die he was going to make one last grave mistake that might send him to the grave earlier than expected. He leaned down where you were pinned beneath him and with impressive force, smashed his lips against your own. 
The kiss was like a fight. Like all your other fights. But lips instead of fists. With breaths instead of words. With groans instead of screams and growls. His hands gripped your face hard to keep you where he wanted you. You, in a fit of confusion and pure survival instinct twisted the shrapnel in his side. He gasped in pain but that only spurred him on, his mouth cracking yours open in a feverish attempt to be as close as humanly possible. He had no indication whether or not you wanted this until the pain ceased and he felt your tongue brush against his. His breathing hitched, muddled with pain and sorrow and complete obsession. He pulled you off the ground roughly and kissed you until you both were gasping for air. When he pulled back the state he left you in was enough to satisfy him for years. Your lips were kissed pink and wet, your cheeks had a wicked blush across them as you stared at him with utter bewilderment and something else that had his stomach tangling in knots within him.
He resigned himself to death then. He was guilty as sin.
Your hand was still on the hilt of your shrapnel that was embedded in his side as you stared at each other. Breaths heavy. Tomura didn’t know how to be kind. He didn’t know how to be soft. He’d never kissed anyone before and it should’ve been pretty damn suspicious when the first person he’d ever felt the need to devour with his lips was the one standing opposite of him in this endless war. The one he needed to destroy. And to say he wanted to devour you was almost an understatement. He wanted to climb into your body and live in your ribcage, safe and tucked away. He wanted to be inside you, wanted that mind of yours to only know him, wanted those pink lips to only speak his name, those pretty eyes to only meet his. The obsession was endless. He wanted it more than ever right now. Death knocking down his rotted door. So bad that he hadn’t even noticed his own tears before they fell and hit your cheeks. You blinked a few times, slowly coming back down from the clouds. Tomura reached for you a last time, the pad of his thumb swiping his tears off your cheek. 
“Save me, hero.” He breathed out before everything went black.
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“Again!” He called as you huffed. Aizawa was a relentless teacher. You felt your powers flicker inside your veins as you tried to control them, to harness them and use them the way they were meant to be used. But dammit, you were tired. You two had been at this for hours. You weren’t some kid he could push around and it was then, with exhaustion mingling with annoyance you shook your head defiantly. Throwing your hands down.
“I’m done!” You growled at him, tossing aside your practice weapon. Aizawa straightened.
“We’re just getting started, hero.” He mocked as you stared at him with venom. He knew all about your inherited quirk, knew there wasn’t much time for you to harness it and so he’d been pushing you to the edge for months to train you. 
“Don’t call me that.”
“What should I call you then? Fraud?” He asked and that fire that you wanted to extinguish flickered in seconds, catching your inside on fire. 
“I’ll kill you!” You growled. You didn’t need that useless weapon. You outstretched your arm and black whip shot out like an extension of your grip, it wrapped around Aizawa in milliseconds as you yanked him towards you. You knew he’d use erasure and you were looking forward to it. The moment he used it it didn’t stop his moment as black whip dissolved around him, your powers canceled out only for his face to meet your fist. You hit him hard enough to rattle the brain in his skull. He hit the ground even harder and for a moment your heart leaped. He’d always said you were quick to fly off the handle and you’d just proved him right. Your hand ached, your knuckles busted. Aizawa groaned from the ground, pushing up on his forearms. You breathed out a relieved breath, thinking you had maybe killed him with that fuckery of a move. 
“That was smart.” He sighed, his upper cheek already had a bruise forming. “Why don’t you give me this energy during practice instead of making me get you angry?” He asks as you look at him hard.
“We’ve been at it for hours.” You growled angrily. “I’m tired.”
“And you don’t think I am too?” He pushed to his feet, giving you a hard look, his dark hair falling in his face. “You are a brat. You are stronger than any quirk user yet you don’t care enough to really harness those powers. You asked for this.”
“I know!” You burst out, turning pointedly away from him, dreaming of your bed, dreaming of a night without nightmares of all for one stealing your power and killing the world. You weren’t a kid but you were still young, young enough that this burden on your shoulders was crushing you. 
“You can’t run from this.” Aizawa said but he didn’t sound angry. You still didn’t turn to face him. “You think you’re all alone?”
“Of course I’m alone! It’s just like you said, I’m the strongest.”
“Everyone needs a hand. Even All-Might.” Aizawa said. You turned on him, eyes sharp. 
“All-Might defeated All for one on his own. There’s not a soul that could stand beside me and not be killed.”
“I’ve stood beside you this whole time. I’ve trained you. You think I’ll just let you go at it alone after everything we’ve been through?” Aizawa asked as the look in your eyes hardened.
“I won’t let you.” You said in a low, intimidating voice. Aizawa’s lips parted slightly. “All for one will not get a shot at you. I’ll die before that happens.”
“You’re stubborn but not as stubborn as me.” Aizawa returns, taking a step towards you. “I’m with you till the end.”
“Did you not hear a word I-” Aizawa leaned into your space, hand sliding over your cheek as his lips cut off your sentence. You almost pulled back but he stepped closer to you, one hand on your face the other sliding around you and resting on the dip of your back. You pushed him back forcefully, your breath shaky as you stared at him. 
“Forgive me… I-” You grabbed him roughly by his shirt, slamming your lips against his. He grunted against your lips in surprise, hands barely ghosting over your hips. You kissed him unforgivingly hard. This was a sort of ultimate payback in a small way, of all the hours he overworked you. You pushed him back on the training mat and slid atop him. This was a form of practice, right? A workout that wouldn’t exhaust you… or would it? If he thought for a moment you’d let him help you now he was sorely mistaken. But on the other side of the coin, if you thought for a moment he wouldn’t die for you, you were sorely mistaken as well. Rock meets hard place.
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“Idiot.” You growled beside his hospital bed. Hawks looked peaceful and you wanted nothing more than to shake him awake and smack some sense into him. But he was still healing so your assault of slaps and punches would have to wait. You huffed. Leaning back in your chair, flipping through the channels on the tv. It wasn’t long before your mind wandered to the same thing you’d been thinking about for days.
Hawks almost dying for you. Hawks pushing you aside before you were impaled with Shigaraki’s power. Having to watch Hawks get impaled, having his eyes meet yours and a stupid soft and beautiful smile on his face as he mumbled something you didn’t even get to hear. You tried remembering again, tried focusing on his lips in your memories but it was of no use. You huffed, unable to relax as you turned back to look at him. The number two hero. You stare at him, your eyes drifting to those lips. You willed him to say those words again and when his eyes opened you didn’t even notice.
“Watching me sleep? How romantic.” He said, his voice gruff from being unused for days. You jumped at not only the sound of his voice but being caught staring at his lips.
“I wasn’t. I was trying to kill you with my mind.” You grumbled protectively, eyes snapping up to meet him. The way he looked at you was the most dangerous thing you’d see in a while. The pure adoration in his eyes, the smile that formed on his lips at your joke. It twisted at your insides.
“Are you alright?” He asked because the last thing he remembered in the fight was you hurt and in trouble. You tensed.
“You're the one in a hospital bed.” You growled. Hawks seemed to just notice this fact, he was utterly distracted by the fact that you’d been sitting at his bedside. He reached for your hand but you pulled away and stood to your feet.
“Y/n-”
“I told you not to get involved.” You growled. “I had it under control but you had to go and try to play the hero.”
“I am a hero.” Hawks said, something in his eyes that angered you more.
“Not to me. I don’t need your sacrifice. If you wanna get yourself killed, do it for someone else.” You hissed. He looked at you. You hoped your venomous words would have some effect on him. You wanted him to be angry. Wanted him to hate you. To look at you with harsh eyes but his expression didn’t change.
“Such venom.” He said with a smirk. If you didn’t have some modicum of control over your powers and anger this whole hospital would’ve been brought down. “Are you trying to push me away again?”
“What?” You huffed.
“You heard me, number one. I know what you’re doing but it’s not gonna work.”
“And what am I doing?”
“What you do to everybody you start to care about. You lash out at them so they’re not tempted to stay by your side when things go sideways.” 
“I-- I don’t do that.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” Hawks admonished with a shake of his head. You take in a deep breath, tensing your jaw. “Growl all you want, I’m not getting scared away.”
“You’re crazy. You almost died, this isn’t some fucking joke.”
“I knew I’d be fine. Knew you’d carry me off the battlefield.” He croons, you stare at him hard.
“How could you have known?”
“I’m an optimistic guy.” He smiles. You roll your eyes, turning to leave. He catches your wrist just as you reach for the handle.
“What-? You need to stay in bed, idiot.” You growl as Hawks holds your wrist gently in one hand, the other on his bandaged torso.
“I’ll get back in bed if you stay.”
“Are you serious?” You growl as he nods his head.
“Deadly serious.”
“You’re a child.” You sigh. 
“Stay. Don’t run away from me.” He says and the seriousness in his voice has your stomach flipping. You pull out of his touch.
“Get in bed.” You direct and his eyes look down into yours, a challenge.
“Make me.” He says. Your eye twitches as you waste zero time pushing this idiot back towards his bed. Once the backs of his knees hit the mattress he pulls a move on you and you’re pulled on top of him. You two tumble onto the hospital bed. Your heart lurches dangerously into your throat, feeling the warmth of his hands ghosting your hips. 
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Hush.” He says, hands sliding up to either side of your face as he pulls you down so that your lips meet. The shock of his cold lips against yours was like a rush to your system. An overloading and overheating shock. You gasped at the ache of want that tore through you. That had always been lurking beneath every tense moment with Hawks. Him training you. You two on missions. Reluctant breakfast, lunch, and dinners with him. He wormed his way into your heart and you hated it. Anyone close to you was surely going to be killed and that dangerous hope in your chest that built when he was around should’ve raised flags for you. But you let him in. You selfish creature. You pushed him back, and moved shakily to your feet. Hawks reached for you again and you caught his wrist, twisting it. He flinched in pain, staring at you with confusion and hurt.
“Don’t touch me again.” You growled. You needed space from him, your head swimming, your eyes traitorously drifting to the lips that had just been against yours.
“What's wrong?” Hawks asked. You stepped back, narrowing your eyes.
“You never listen. You-- you’re always trying to confuse me and sneak your way into my-- you need to leave me alone.”
“No.”
“N-No?” You asked as Hawks barely raised his brows, nodding his head. His blond hair falling against his forehead. He looked so annoyingly beautiful you wanted to hit him. 
“I don’t just sacrifice my life for anybody.” He says as he stands, wincing in pain.
“Just stay in the damn bed-” He pulled you to him, inches taller than you, eyes unwaveringly serious as he spoke his next sentence.
“I love you.” He said and the words had your eyes widening, a soft gasp escaping your lips. He clearly loved that he caught you off guard. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know what I said.” 
“What you said?” You echo, unable to properly digest this moment. 
“When I saved you. I said I loved you.” The words his lips spoke that you’d been driven up a wall trying to remember. If he died you would’ve never known.
“I hate you.”
“Close enough.” He grins, leaning and pressing his lips gently to yours. You didn’t push him off, you didn’t have the strength, something selfish was taking over and you didn’t have the will power to fight it. You’d played it safe for years. Not letting anyone get close. But… you failed. You kissed Hawks back with twice the passion, pushing him back on the bed, caging him beneath you. If he was going to love you you were going to let him. Damned selfishness…
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jaegerbby · 9 months
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➳ tomura shigaraki x female! reader
╰┈➤ word count; 1423
╰┈➤ drabble; dubious consent, season one shigaraki (not buff lol), cervix fucking, rough sex, dacryphilia kink, creampie, unprotected sex, manhandling, yn has an immune quirk.
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shigaraki has your hands pressed to the small of your back.
where your skin is warm, his is so cold.
his quirk does not turn you to dust. no! you are different from all the others. you are special.
maybe too special for your own good because that is the reason you wound up here.
he is panting, sweat lined along his hairline. you are crying so much but he cannot help that it only makes him fuck you harder.
he does not have one bit of restraint.
he does not like that you seem so miserable, he swears he is doing this out of love. he wants to make you feel good. really! he just gets a little rough.
he just gets so caught up in how tight your cunt is, how wet you are, how your gooey walls clamp down on him.
he pounds into your leaking slit until he is bruising you. he does not prep you despite the agonising stretch he subjects your pussy to.
shigaraki is sorry, truly he is!
he hunches over you, his bony chest meeting your back. his balls are squished between your bodies as he presses on the small of your back and ruts into you. it is borderline painful.
he puffs heated breaths, "don't cry s'much." he slurs. he leans down to cover your swollen lips in a messy kiss. he licks into your drool filled mouth, silencing your sobs and a few kisses are all it takes to have you fawning for him again.
you take any and every thing that he is willing to give you.
"don't like it like this." you whine when he pulls away, the strand of saliva sticking to your chin as you mush your face to the sheets.
you say that yet you are pushing your ass back on him. you say that but your cunt is tightly gripping his cock like you need it to survive.
he sneers, nails digging into your flesh, the jagged edges nicking the skin. his cock slips out halfway, covered in slick, so much that it drips between your thighs.
everything is sticky and your eyes squeeze at the feeling. he shoves back in roughly making you jolt.
"but your pussy likes it. your little cunt likes being filled with cock, she's soaking for it." your fingers flex under his hold, you can feel his eyes burning into you, can feel his body against your skin, you wish you could hide.
you cannot at all, not when he is pressing down on your back and has you at his whim. has you in a position where he can fuck you as hard and fast as he wants.
"i want to see your face." you brokenly speak, his spit slick tongue comes out to lave over your cheek, licking up your tears as he pounds his cock into you.
"you are so fucking spoilt." shigaraki's gravelly voice fills you ear, his free hand slips under you, rolling your stilted bundle of nerves.
the pert of his nipples grazes on your back with every sharp movement that has his cock prodding at your cervix. has it dipping deep in your slurping cunt and stretching your hole until it fits perfectly around him.
"fuckkk." he drawls, your body is so soft, so comfortable. you whine, your ass pushing more into him, your body moving with his thrusts. he is putting all his weight onto you, forcing you into the bed completely.
his hand squeezing your neck so tightly you gasp. his jaw hangs, spit trailing down the side of his mouth as his eyes roll back. he is not focused on you, he is focused on how good your slick cunt feels.
how your insides seem to suck him in and grip his cock. it feels like you are milking him dry, like you are squeezing his release out of him and into your pussy.
shigaraki's movements grow sloppy, his strokes are no longer full. his body shakes, humping you shallowly but somehow it hits every spot inside of you.
he is fucking into you with desperation, loud paps and squelches fill the room as your cunt tugs him in.
the swollen walls of your warm insides make it difficult for him to function. he feels like he is short circuiting.
"shouldn't feel this good!" he whimpers. you turn him into a mindless freak who only cares about sticking his cock in your warm, soaking hole.
he hates that you have that power over him.
your ass feels bruised at this point, his pelvic bones colliding with your skin so often you wince.
he is forceful and uncaring, vigorously fucking you with everything in him and his hips stutter before he is releasing heavy drops of his load into you.
you grit your teeth, not able to move with how he forces you down onto the sheets. his hips rock, head leaning back and his lips parted.
it is so hot and thick, it feels like your stomach is bulging from the amount. he is still humping you whilst his cock spurts streams of his load along your walls.
the milky cream coating your cunt and leaking its way into your puckered cervix. he collapses onto your back, your clit rubbed raw although you have not came once.
shigaraki pants, still grinding into the swell of your ass to fuck his seed back into you. the excess spews past the perimeter of his length, making your cunt messier.
he covers you, using all of his weight to keep you pinned to the mattress and only focused on him.
despite your squirming, he is unmoved.
"stop your fucking whining." he pinches your nipple. "your pussy feels good." he says it like it is the most renowned compliment in the world. like it does not reduce you to one thing alone. he nuzzles your cheek like he was not awful just a moment before.
you eyes are still teary, "nothing else?" you mumble. he shakes his head but it is only to get you angry. to see your lips tremble and tears fill your eyes. to see how hard you try not to cry but fail.
he knows you want to move but you cannot in this position.
not when he has you trapped beneath him, your cunt filled to the brim with his cock and his cum.
"get off!" shigaraki does not like when you talk to him like that. his teeth nip at your throat.
"be nice to me." he rasps. you want to but when has he ever been nice to you?
you can still feel his cum dripping inside you while his heavy body is flushed to you. you can barely breathe when he has you secured under him by lean muscle.
you are not sure how long he keeps you in the puddle of his semen before he pulls out.
his cock bobs between your legs as he sits up, you are wincing at the feeling. the slick mess of his cum leaks out of you.
you feel dirty.
he does not bother asking, his rough fingers tug you to face him but you slump further into the sheets.
you hear him huff at your resistance and then he is forcing you unto your back.
he hovers over you, thick strands of hair hanging down and framing his features.
"i thought you wanted to see my face." you did. you wanted to more than anything else. in a way you like to pretend that he is yours as much as he says you are his.
your eyes trail over his pretty red eyes and his blushed skin. his swollen lips and his sunken cheeks. you want him closer.
he should be the last person you find comforting but you cannot help that you do.
your hand strokes his aching cock, thumb massaging the prominent vein on the underside.
he lurches forward his stiffening erection meeting your slit. you mutely cry as he shoves it inside all at once.
he groans lowly, rocking his hips before his lips meet yours. he sloppily kisses you as he fucks his cum back inside of your cunt.
your hands greedily find purchase in his skin, trying to convince yourself that you mean something to him.
he takes and takes with no consideration. perhaps this is your purpose. to give without a care.
to give shigaraki every bit of you.
it only made sense for someone with a quirk like yours.
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i rly rly want to write a daddy kink drabble/fic 😣
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