Rewatching Mha And Realizing How Much Of A Crash Out Izuku Is Like 👀

im sowwy

they're gonna be haters in chapters 1-5

and in 6-10 theyre piners

and then in 11-15 they're lovers

chapter 6?? i’m already pining and it’s only chapter 3

free my man bakugo from this prison, it’s literally only three more chapters i just love him sm

me re-scrolling thru older convos w/ my friends becuase i remember how much i enjoyed talking to them about the subject

😭

remembering that tomura was just a 21 year old kid with a strong sense of justice who loved gaming and hanging out with his friends 🚬🚬🚬

Happy birthday shigaraki tomura<3

reo baby my love are u okay?

ᝰ.ᐟcrash course in chaos

.ᐟcw: street racer!shidou, mechanic's daughter!reader, smut mdni, car sex, hate sex (kinda)

"𝑁𝑜, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑟𝑠.​ 𝑂ℎ, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟" - 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑒

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Your dad owns a garage that half the underground world owes their life to. You’ve spent years around wrenches and oil-stained concrete, but always on the edges—never in the driver’s seat.

Until one quiet night, your precious baby, a ‘94 nissan gets stolen. No, correction, it wasn’t stolen, it was a challenge. 

That's how the world of racer’s works. If they want to challenge someone, they’ll take their car. 

It was quite annoying since you had it parked outside, unlocked, to work on it. You left for 5 whole seconds to grab some water and when you stepped out, it was gone. You gritted your teeth, throwing your wrench onto the pavement. 

You’ll find that fucking bastard and kill him. Your dad was asleep and all his cars were parked away. The only car you could use at the moment was some old run-down truck of his.

And so you did. You found out where your car was using the tracker you had in it. 

You arrived at some old abandoned lot, which many racers used to make deals or have meetings. 

There it was, you saw your baby, under a pale flickering yellow light. the rest of the garage was empty other than one other car standing out back. You ran out the truck, rushing up to your car, inspecting it to check nothing was stolen or damaged. 

It took you a second to realize the keys weren’t there. Of course that fucker probably took it with him. You’ll need to hotwire it.

You grabbed a screwdriver from your green cargo pants, typing up your hair. You’re taking your car back one way or another. 

You opened the drivers door, getting on your knees. You played around with some of the wires, which you probably shouldn’t be doing without gloves but fuck it. 

Sweat dripped down your face, you’ve seen your dad do this a million times, so why couldn’t you do it. Fuck which wire was it?

Your hands blackened in grease, chewing on your lip, digging into wires with shaking fingers. 

“Wrong wire, sweetheart.”

You flinched, not turning around but he sounds familiar. The voice hits you like a growl. Deep. Languid. Too damn close, he’s leaning over you, you can smell his cologne. 

You finish twisting one of the copper wires and glare up at the tall, tanned figure looming over you.

Of fucking course. It’s shidou ryusei. Correction, a shirtless shidou ryusei

Pink highlights. Lazy smirk. Tattoos playing all over his exposed skin, a gold chain around his neck and similar earring. 

He leaned against your car like he owned it, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes.

And in his hand. The keys of your car. 

You stood up, glaring at him with clenched fists. 

He still towered over you. You didn’t know much about the man he was but you’ve heard his name from your father and from what you’ve heard about this infamous man. 

You knew he was unhinged, filthy and a fucking menace. 

“You have the nerve to steal my car and then criticize my wiring.” 

“I mean, baby” he leans down, chain grazing your face, “technically you challenged me, who parks a baby like this outside all alone, and with the keys just hanging on top.”

You clenched your jaw, watching him. Watching as he eyes you, eyes dropping down to your white tank top which had gone transparent from the sweat. Your pink bra peeking through the fabric. 

“Give me my damn car back, shidou” 

“Don’t say my name with such hatred, it turns me on” 

“My. fucking. Car.”

“Take it.” he whispers against your ear. 

You push him back and smirks. 

He tosses you the keys.

“You drive stick, princess?” 

“Better than you ever could” 

“Good, come on, baby. Lets see if that mouth can back it up”

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An hour later, your hands are on the wheel, 

Your thighs are trembling, not from nerves. No, from adrenaline and maybe some rage. 

You’re flooring it down a private stretch of concrete deep in the industrial district, tires screeching, Shidou yelling like a maniac in the passenger seat. 

“Haha! Fuck, thats it baby, step on it!” he yelled like a maniac, you scoffed, not doing a very good job at hiding the upturn of your lips. 

“Shut it, crazy fucker”

“Make me” he grinned, leaning in towards you.

You slam the brakes. You both jolt forward, the seatbelt biting into your chest.

Shidou’s grin is unholy. His hands are on the dashboard, but then—they’re not.

They’re on your thigh. Fingers curling just inches away from some place he shouldn’t be close to. 

“You really are something, aren’t cha, princess. Got a mouth like a whip and you drift like a fuckin demon.”

“You done” you turn your face towards him. Was the car always this hot? 

“Not even close” he says, leaning in closer. You can feel his breath, mint gum. His body smells like gasoline and musky cologne. 

Mind you, he was still shirtless, only wearing black cargos that hung low on his waist. The band of his calvins on full display. 

“You hotwired your way into my night. You think I’m just gonna let you walk away?”

He says, hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your head back.

“Want a thank you for auto theft?” 

“Nah, i just wanna see what else you can do with these hands.”

He smirks. You don’t know who moves first but your lips are on his. Not soft, not gentle, it was violent. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his hand over your nape, keeping you close. 

He licks around the seam of your lips. Shoving his tongue down your throat the second you part your lips. His hand leaves your thigh, groping your chest through the tank top. 

You uncomfortably adjust yourself, thighs digging into the gearshift. You clawed down his tatted back, he tugs your hair, pulling a groan out of you. 

You pull back, hands on his chest, panting as you both stare each other with nothing but lust in your eyes. 

“Backseat. Now.” you hesitate for a secon,d but he catches it.

“Scared?” 

“You wish. I’ll fucking wreck you” you grit, pulling him down by his hair

“I should be the one saying that princess” he smirks, and his lips are on yours again. 

You don’t make it to the back seat.

Not really.

You’re straddling him in the passenger seat, knees jammed on either side of the leather seats. Hard cock digging into your inner thighs. 

He pulls your tank top down along with your bra, watching your tits bounce out. 

“They’re so fucking hot” he murmurs before his lips are on your tits, tongue circling your nipples, he’s tugging and biting on the soft skin. 

You moan, throwing your head back, grinding down onto him.

He grins against your skin, trailing up your hot body, biting down on your neck. 

“Look at you, just melting for me” he smirks, twisting your nipple between his forefingers. 

“I’ll fucking melt a wrench on your fa-”

“Shut the hell up and ride me” he says, slapping your covered thigh. You clenched your jaw. Letting him take off your pants while you work on his. 

You take his cock out the restraints. His fingers dip past your panties, smearing your slick all around your pussy. 

“You’re fucking soaked” 

“It’s the adrenaline,” you lied through your  teeth, making him chuckle. “..and the rage”

“Oh yeah, little liar? Then stay mad, it’s hot” you blushed, your face hot, sweaty, similar to shidou’s body. 

His abs tensed under your touch, as you rubbed your pussy over his tip. 

You lower yourself onto him but shidou obviously isn’t for that. He grips your hips, slamming you down onto his pelvis. 

You choked on your spit, nails digging into his shoulder, letting out a silent scream. His cock stretches you out unbelievably wide. You tried adjusting to his thick throbbing length. 

You could tell he was holding back. Fingers digging into your hips so hard, it bruises the soft skin. Your moans echo off the windshield. The windows fog. The seat rocks. His hands grip your hips so hard it bruises. He’s messy, filthy, and unfiltered. 

“Take it. Just like that—yeah—fuck yeah—look at you—so tight around me, baby—”

“Shidou! Oh god, fuck” you cried out, moving yourself on his cock. Thighs burning as you go on.

“Say my name, say it again” he breathed out, grabbing a handful of your ass, guiding you. 

Your fingers tug at his chain, biting down on your lower lip. Your head's thrown back, sweat dripping down your forehead.

“Shidou! Fuck shidou your cock feels so good” you moan, running your nails down his chest.

Your thighs burn from the friction. But you don’t stop. You ride him like you’ve got something to prove. Because you do.

He’s panting your name now. Whimpering it. He pulls you in, biting your shoulder. His hips stutter.

“Fuck baby, I-”

“Don’t you dare finish before me, fucking thief” you grit your teeth, he doesn't. He holds on, gritting his teeth, until you gasp—eyes fluttering, nails clawing down his back.

You’re biting down on his toned shoulder, licking along his collar bones. 

“Shit, making me up, huh, princess?” he smirks, slapping your ass.

“Only getting you back for what you did.”

And before you can speak up. You’re clenching around him, screaming his name while you cover his thick length in your juices. Your breathing is ragged, you fall limp, but shidou picks up where you left off, thrusting up inside you. Wet sounds echo in the car. 

And soon after, he’s cumming inside, filling you up, as a mixture of yours and his cum leaks down his length, dripping onto his pelvis. 

When you both come down, it’s quiet. The windshield’s fogged. Your hair’s a mess. He looks blissed-out, lips swollen, chest heaving.

Your head is resting on his chest, his fingers running through your hair. You twirl the chain around your finger, looking up at him.

“You gonna steal my car again, next time?” 

“Princess, if you want to get fucked, you can just ask” 

“Ugh, don’t even. Your dick wasn’t even that good” you laughed under your breath and shidou seemed amused, squeezing your ass, making your yelp. 

“You say but when i asked to take my dick out of you, you screamed no” you blushed hiding your face, earning a chuckle from shidou. 

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A/n: very very long and not edited at all. this was such a hot concept to write.

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♪ ༘⋆ character aesthetics - the boys

⋆ touya todoroki

⋆ okay so i have yapped about touya's aesthetic a lot already, but i am never done yapping about this man. ever.

⋆ dty touya specifically is very high school teenage dirtbag but evolved (he has two compression shirts now next to his bajillion old band shirts)

⋆ baggy shirts, even baggier pants; HOWEVER his slutty ass would totally wear like slightly cropped, tighter shirts during shows and have the tiniest, sluttiest amount of stomach showing

⋆ thick ass jackets, especially when he is on his bike

⋆ other than that basically never covers his arms though, tattoos are always on full display

⋆ is unfairly good at doing eyeliner, he smudges it on purpose, but he gets it straight and sharp on the first try. hair is always black (not one white root in sight) and always messy but in that pretty boy way

⋆ paints his nails which for some reason he also is flawless at, they're always black but sometimes lets himiko put stickers on his pinky

⋆ more on touya: here and here

⋆ tomura shigaraki

⋆ similar-ish vibes to touya, but he religiously wears hoodies and sweaters

⋆ you cannot convince me that he wouldn't pull up in the summer with a fucking hoodie over his head

⋆ i kind of also like the idea that y/n modelled her wearing so many layers after seeing it from him as a kid and it stuck around till now

⋆ does not fw accessories at all, especially around the neck. he doesn't like feeling that there's anything hanging off of it and his skin's too sensitive for most jewelry anyhow

⋆ for that same reason he is also not huge on make up, but does some for shows sometimes

⋆ speaking of, zip up hoodies are his best friend during shows, though he takes em off halfway through most of the time

⋆ on stream he's donning hoodies and sweats, one time while y/n was over he accidentally put on her hello kitty pajama pants (he was tired from a show in his defense) and his chat went wild -> they still make fun of him for it to this day

⋆ shuichi iguchi

⋆ spinner is a bit less of an aesthetic than the other two, he cannot be assed to think about what to wear (he has three adults to parent), so it's mostly just whatever is in his hands first in the mornings

⋆ his closet consists of mainly washed out band shirts and washed out baggy jeans, colors include and are mostly limited to blacks, greys and browns

⋆ does not have any special show outfits (though toga has tried getting him to buy new stuff)

⋆ also not the biggest on jewelry, the only thing he has is tomura's first ever guitar pick on a necklace that he tucks under his shirt, he's had it there since tomura stopped playing with it (in turn his first ever drum stick is hanging on display next to tomura's guitars on his wall)

⋆ the only colorful item in his closet is actually a red sweater he wore under his favorite band shirt for lov's first ever gig and he is very emotionally attached to it to this day

⋆ also not at all a make up guy, lets toga do his eyeshadow on rare occasions

⋆ keigo takami

⋆ i feel like keigo is the type of guy who just looks effortlessly good no matter what he wears

⋆ due to the nature of his job he mainly wears plain black shirts and pants (especially since he basically works 7 days a week)

⋆ dresses up whenever he doesn't work, so whenever he goes out with friends or his partner

⋆ no jewelry, just one expensive watch that was passed down to him and the promise ring that matches with the one his partner has

⋆ he's also the type of guy to roll up the sleeves of any dressier shirt he wears

⋆ not huge on outerwear, but he owns one jacket, that he loves. he doesn't know why, but if it's cold out he will not wear any other jacket

[the girls aesthetics]

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