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ectologia · 5 months

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I don't know how to explain this but bear with me! Reader and Tomura have a dynamic of a popular girl who is secretly a total masochist and a nerdy incel guy who is a degenerate freak and gets off humiliating and degrading the reader. Not sure if that was coherent but it's been rotting my brain and I needed to share

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒟𝐼𝒞𝐻𝒪𝒯𝒪𝑀𝒴 ؛ 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓀𝒾

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ dubcon ﾉ noncon ﾉ quirkless au ﾉ college au ﾉ bullying ﾉ abuse ﾉ graphic violence ﾉ unhealthy relationship ﾉ blood ﾉ profanity

“Hey, Tomura.”

Blood-reds peer up at you through fluttery, moth-like lashes. Pale and silken like an angel’s. He tugs his headphones down to rest around his neck before setting his phone in his lap. “Yeah?”

“Can I ask you something?” You thumb a lock of hair behind your ear.

He’s dubious by the way your friends chitter behind you. Petite hands and manicured nails swat at each-other, hissing between smirks. His ankles uncross, planting themselves firmly on the ground as though in preparation. He winces through his response. “Yeah.”

“What’s wrong with your skin?”

You’ve barely finished your sentence before you’re doubling over with witchy cackles, the girls behind you following suite.

Tomura doesn’t find it funny at all, in-fact, he doesn’t even understand the joke. Dull nails rake at his protruding collarbone before sinking further into the pool of his hoodie, swimming nose deep in the black fabric. “I have a skin condition..”

A piggish voice squeals from behind you. “What’s it called? Not washing?”

He scowls, biting a scabbed-over chunk of blood from his lip, shrinking further into his hunched position in an attempt to make himself as small as possible, or as small as you can be after being picked apart by a bunch of snot-nosed bitches.

You get the last laugh as you strut off with your group, leaving him boiling with rage. Clutching his phone between a set of white knuckles and wringing the strap of his bag in the other. His palms split inside his fists, wretched and shaking with ire.

Of course, that was only the first of many instances.

He remembers on another account, when you’d pulled his hood down in-front of everyone and sneered in disgust at the powdered nest of matted white hidden beneath. Or when you and your gaggle of other titless twats thought it would be fun to fling food at him during lunch, sealing the deal by dumping a fresh load of apple juice into his lap. He’d waddled home that evening, quivering at the sticky feeling of liquid squelching in the pocket of his underwear. Or another time, when you’d tripped him up on the way to his seat, howling with laughter along with everybody else as he laid face down in the middle of the classroom, snivelling with a scuffed chin and bruised cheek.

But, despite everything.. all these things added up — just makes it that much more delicious when he finally gets to face you alone.

Tomura’s palm collides with your face, once on the left side and then on the right, knocking you about with a heavy hand bludgeoning you to the brink of death.

Your whimpers only spur him on as he kicks your heels in, sending you flying, knees splitting atop the sharp gravel coating the ground. “Tomu—”

“Shut the fuck up.” A rubber sole plants itself onto your cheek, imprinting it’s swirled pattern into your skin in a heap of dust. He stands above you, stoic and proud, uncaring of the sickening crunch that erupts from your broken cartilage. “You shut your fuckin’ mouth, I can’t be asked to listen to your whinin’ right now. I’ve already got a fuckin’ headache.”

You heave through the stream of bubbling crimson pooling on your tongue. “I’m sorry, Tomur—”

“Oi, what’d I just say?” He kicks you again, digging the tip of his red sneakers into your stomach. Swinging his leg back, he clobbers you, battering your, no doubt, already bruised body further. “Stupid — fucking — dumb — ass — bitch.”

A spill of blood accompanies your gasps, left retching and writhing and clutching at the ground, clawing at the loose stones dotted about the pavement.

“You like that, huh?” He crushes your fingers, twisting and grating them into the concrete as you scream, clinging to his shins in prayer. “Yeah, you do. You fuckin’ love it.”

He squats down to cradle your chin in his palm, craning your neck back into a painful arch. “Who’s my little bitch? — That’s right you are.” He coos at you through grit-teeth, pressing down on your popped lip with the pad of his thumb. “You are..” He whispers before letting the weight of your head fall again.

“I hope you’re thirsty.”

The zip of a fly has your ears perking, squinting through your lashes at the pale length throbbing in his palm, slit already frothing with pre. “Get that fucking tongue out.”

“Wait, Tomura, please!—”

“What? — I don’t think I asked you, you cock-sucking little bitch.” He brandishes his cock like a weapon, squeezing it between dangerous fingers. “Get that tongue out now, before I do it myself.”

You comply with a whimper. Statuesque as you point your tongue out wide, leaking thick globs of drool over your chin and onto your shirt.

“Better.”

It wouldn’t be uncommon to expect the plush velvety feel of a salty tip prodding at your mouth, snaking its sweaty shaft down your gullet. But this time, you’ve been particularly naughty.

“You think it’s fuckin’ funny, huh? Gettin’ your little boyfriends to jump me in the bathroom?” He clutches your neck in a vice grip, jostling your spooked form. “Well, since you seem to like playin’ around toilets so much — I’ve got you a little gift.”

His fat dick jumps while a stream of urine accompanies his harsh jerking. “Yeah, get it down ya’.” He whistles, shooting the acidic stream of piss straight to the back of your throat, making a game of it as you gag and cack at the air.

“Had enough?” He angles his cock down, allowing you a burst of air but soiling your clothes in the process.

You nod frantically, gurgling with bubbles foaming.

“That’s cute.”

He sprays the last few acrid droplets over your forehead, letting it drench your hair to the root and then some.

Your nose wrinkles at the smell, putrid and pungent and most likely undiluted by the amount of water you know he drinks, or lack of.

You’re hoisted onto your feet by a pair of hands. Looking down, you see how the curve of his cock slaps against your hip. Propped up against the wall, he hikes your legs up over his elbows, pinning you into a tight hold where you’d have no chance at escape. He only peels the crotch of your underwear to the side, letting your chubby folds do the rest of the work by holding it in place while sliding his uncut prick up and down the little triangle placed between your thighs.

“Preparation isn’t needed when you don’t deserve it”, Is what he whispers into your ear, stale breath warm and ticklish against your canal as he begins to sheath himself inside, chunky mushroom tip popping through the first ring of muscle before feeding the rest through. It’s akin to being impaled in the awkward position, sat without a centre of gravity on a hot, girthy pole, just twitching to tear you through the middle and come out the other end.

Tomura’s eager to hurt you, already humping you against the bricks, bouncing you up and down with guttural and down-right animalistic grunts. The noises are purposeful, he doesn’t need to make such strange sounds but he much prefers the curl between your brows to the foggy look in your eyes.

“I’m fuckin’ you.” It’s an odd but factual statement. “I’m fuckin’ your pussy. My dick is inside you. You get that? Raw.”

“Uh, huh.” Your jaw whips up and down, soft as your tongue hangs out.

He’s unsure whether to scowl or smirk — so he settles for a bit of both, catching a lip between his stained teeth. “You’re a freak.“ Forehead to forehead, he puffs into your mouth, loving you down with a thumb digging into your crack “What would all your friends say, hm? That you like gettin’ your ass beat and raped after school everyday.”

Sharpened fingernails dig into the flesh of his striped neck, crying out with dewy eyes falling, rolling behind sunken eyelids. “Ngh.. I’m.. I — gonna’..”

He smacks your face for the umpteenth time, a litter lighter than the others. Perhaps even a tap. “Don’t you dare.”

“Ca..”

Your toes curl inside your socks and your pussy tightens, twisting and pulling on his engorged manhood despite his obvious protests. He drops you on your rear, startling your spinal cord as you hit the concrete with a thud, legs still shivering and clitty still pulsing with the shattered remains of your ruined orgasm.

Tomura growls with a livid expression as his cock spurts, still throbbing with the remembrance of your gummy hole massaging him. His balls tighten and he throws his head back, canines bared as he lets the white darts shoot out onto your face.

“God — shit — wasn’t meant to fucking cum..” He murmurs, dabbing a knuckle over the damp sheen across his forehead.

He cracks his neck, then zips up his pants, shaking off the tension held between his shoulders before snapping his fingers, nudging your crouched form with the toe of his shoe. “Come on then, hand it over.” He demands with an almost exasperated sigh.

Panting, you turn to rummage through your bag. With two $20 notes crumpled in your palm, you offer them to the man with timid, shaking hands.

Enthusiastic as he snatches the paper from you, he eyes the green with scrunched carmines before clicking his tongue. “Seriously, $40 bucks? That’s it? I even made you cum you stingy cunt.” He looms over you with a menacing glare.

“Uhm.. I.. there’s..” You search through your pockets in a frenzy. “I don’t have any more on me..”

“Well, that’s gonna’ be a problem then, isn’t it?”

“I.. I can give it to you tomorrow! I’ll get you another 20!”

He tuts, narrowing his eyes at you before turning on his heel. “Make it 30.”

As he moves to make his leave, you begin to crawl with desperation, reaching out for him with an outstretched arm. “Wait!”

“What.”

“..Do.. Do you want to hang out this weekend?..” He thinks you resemble a love-sick puppy with the way you blink up at him. “..Please?.. Tomu-kun?..”

There’s a hint of a smile that plays on his cracked lips as he looks down at you, still thumbing the creased bills in his pocket. “Hm.. Actually—”

“Make it another 40.”

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sourpatchys · 2 months

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I’m proud of how this turned out! The angle of the face isn’t something I’ve done very often so I had to rely pretty heavily on references. And I’m still figuring out shading and blending— but all things considered I think I did pretty well!

Tips are always appreciated, I’m completely self taught and I’ve only recently gotten back into art after dropping it entirely a few years ago.

(I draw on my phone with my finger so some techniques are limited haha)

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irrelevantend · 2 months

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Tomura Shigaraki

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aizawasdumbwhore · 1 year

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Little Things in a Relationship with Shigaraki

He'll pull you onto his lap and let you sit there. During this, he'll run his fingers through your hair. Sometimes he'll pull you back to lean on him so he could wrap his arms around you and cuddle.

Visual 1. Visual 2. Visual 3. Visual 4.

Pushes your hair out of your face to admire you. Sometimes he'll just look into your eyes and study your features before telling you how precious you are to him in a soft, husky voice. He'll even thumb little circles on your cheek.

He always gives you a cocky ass smile when he's right or makes some smart ass comment. A lot of people find his smile creepy, disturbing, or unnerving, but you think it's the most beautiful smile you've ever laid eyes on.

He's always proud to show you off as his person, the ride or die who will conquer the hero society together. Always tells you how he wants to have a story like Bonnie and Clyde but bigger. Promises that you two will go down in history books as the most beautiful and strongest couple to commit such heinous crimes.

Gives you his coat to wear if he notices your cold. Sometimes he just loved the way you look in his clothes too. Especially after a night spent together, he loves when he turns over and sees you putting on one of his shirts. If it's completely oversized, even better.

Lots of silent cues that you adore. He's not always the most expressive. He tries to be enough that you understand you're the love of his life, but not too much to where it's annoying. Sometimes he has bursts where he just showered you with attention but majority of the time you saw it within his subtle behavior.

In the beginning, he was very cold and distant. It took you a lot of time to even make it close to his heart. You two never even established an official day where he asked for you to be his significant other, you just assumed once he opened up. Once he was vulnerable, that was it. He was hooked on you. He also used to sleep far away from you at the start, but now he pulls you in close to him.

Despite being the most feared villain in not just Japan, but the whole world, he had his bad days where he needed some help or motivation. He never said anything, but you knew. You were his biggest cheerleader. Some days he couldn't even take care of himself. You'd brush his hair or rub his back to calm him down.

He looks like the most peaceful person in the world when he finally gets to sleep. It's not often that Shigaraki gets sleep, much less even falls asleep. Sometimes he sleeps a couple minutes, wakes, does something, and repeats. But the rare moments he's out cold are when he looks the softest and sweetest.

Lots of playful teasing. He'll grab your face and turn you to him. Then make funny faces as he "examines" your face to see if you look like a "true villain". In the end, you'll both be giggling as he smothers you with kisses. He'll tell you that you're the most beautiful villain to be by his side.

If you liked this, you'll also probably like the original! Little Things In A Relationship With Aizawa Part One and Part Two.

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blazeandrosemain · 1 year

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I miss him dearly </3 loser s1 shigaraki you hold a special place in my silly little heart

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flame-resistant · 9 months

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You were so warm, he just wanted you to hold him a bit longer.

Content: He was just trying to understand how you saw him. All he got was more confusion.

Hating was such an easy emotion, one he was programmed to feel from such a young age. Everything made him itch: the kid across the street eating ice cream, the sickly cute couple making out on the train, the fundamentals of society. It was such an overwhelming feeling, but oh so easy to fall into.

You were supposed to be the same, just like everyone else in this god-forsaken world. So why didn't he itch when you smiled at him? Why did he allow you to put chapstick on his lips? A voice in his head saying it would be so easy to end your life. Just one touch and these new feelings would be gone.

He almost did it. Your napping form was in his bed, next to him as he played another solo round of LoL. Losing was a rare occasion, but sometimes it happened. His master always reminded him that it was an important lesson to get stronger. Still didn't mean he wasn't annoyed when the computer won. Throwing the controller to the floor, he huffed in annoyance ready to sleep off his frustrations. Forgetting you were also in bed with him, the two of you talking before his game. Seeing you however made him stop, the irritable look still plaster to his face. Why couldn't you sleep in your own damn room?

A scratch at his neck was heard as he eyed your form, teeth gritting as it got more apparent he had a bad itch. The only solution he was taught was to hurt, his free hand subconsciously reaching to touch. Just make the itch go away.

Moving just in time, he quickly pulled back. Crimson eyes were in shock, an odd feeling of guilt settling in his chest. He slept on the floor that night.

Avoidance became a norm for him when dealing with you. If he needed something, Kurogiri would speak on his behalf. If you tried to touch him, he would flinch away. Not even allowing you in his room anymore. The same cold look masked the true feelings. A voice somewhere deep asking to be touched again. Just once!

He thought he would lose it when you were hellbent on checking on his wounds. it was a fight, so what? Master said it was good to feel pain, that it would make his hatred stronger. A hoarse voice echoed in his small bedroom.

"Stop."

Eyes looked up at him from your squatting position. Was he really this stubborn? You decided, yes he was. Well, two could play that game. Giving him a stern look, you grabbed his arm. Pulling the hoodie sleeve up to get a better look at the cut.

He could kill you, he should kill you for being so damn defiant. Though that little voice in his head told him to stay put, at least for now.

Your hands were surprisingly gentle, at least for someone who was always treated so roughly. Was this what real kindness was like? He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. As you wrapped the now-cleaned wound, he asked what was on his mind for a while.

"What do you want?"

Confusion was your first reaction, not understanding the context. it took a few seconds to realize he meant what did you want in return for helping him.

"Nothing, boss. That cut just looked gnarly."

Now it was his turn to look at you oddly. Nothing was your response? Really?

"You must be pretty stupid then."

Perhaps, you wouldn't deny that. You did decide to join a terrorist organization, after all, a poor one at that. Shrugging your shoulders, you packed up the bandages, ready to head out when his voice stopped you.

"I didn't say to leave."

Turning back to face the blue-haired villain, you waited patiently for him to speak. At least say something about why he told you to stay. Though from the looks of it, you weren't getting an answer anytime soon. He didn't even look like he knew the answer. The awkward silence continued until he crossed his arms uncomfortably. Eyes squinted in frustration as he tried to understand why you even cared. Why you wanted to hang out with him, talk to him, just deal with him.

"Do you see me as a child?"

A what? Again a confused look was your take. A head scratch in trying to decipher his conclusion. Maybe you were dumb because you just weren't understanding his words.

"Why would I think that?"

"Because you're nice to me and you said you didn't want anything. So what, I'm some kid now?"

You could tell he was getting frustrated himself, shaking your head you did your best to get him to calm down. You both knew it would end badly if he continued down this tangent.

"No! I see you as a friend, a comrade."

Silence, the tension was thick in the air as he continued to stare you down. At least now he didn't seem offended or at least not wanting to destroy his room. Your words were...different. A friend? He couldn't remember the last time he heard that word. Maybe, just maybe he thought of you as the same. A twitch from his finger, red eyes staring into space as he tried to figure it out. Friends...

"Prove it."

Did he mean that? A hesitant hand reached out to the man, making sure it was safe to do as you pleased. Not seeing any resistance from him, you pushed onward. Your hand now brushed through his somewhat greasy locks, pushing them back to see the scars from his scratching. The other hand moved to his arm, trying to pull him closer. Again, he didn't deny your touch, almost like a puppet just following your lead. Was he used to being controlled? You hoped not.

By the end, he was pressed to your chest as you hugged him. It was awkward, sure, but it seemed he liked it. Or at least was tolerant of it. His eyes closed as you petted his head. You were so warm, he just wanted you to hold him a bit longer. Pulling away after a few heartbeats, you looked down at the mellowed villain.

"Want to play a game, I know you have an extra controller."

A blink as he came back from his daze, but nonetheless he nodded in agreement. You were friends, you said so yourself. It was always more fun to play with a friend.

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shipshinablog · 3 months

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 months

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HALLOOOO(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!

This is my first question on this app! I'm new and i don't really know how to use it◉⁠‿⁠◉

Also English isn't my mother language so I'm sorry if i spelled any words wrong

Anyways!

Can i ask for a Muscular, Chizome and Tomura reacting to their S/O calling them handsome during intimacy? :D

You can add any other characters if you want, i love all villians so i don't mind >_<

(Hi, welcome to this hellsite! I'm honored to have the first question and I hope this comes out good for you. Thank you for the ask!)

~Muscular/Stain/Shigaraki's S/O Calling them Handsome During~

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-Usually this man hardly pays attention during the act. Well at least that's the way it used to be when you first started going at it. He's admittedly selfish and honestly chased his own nut before even considering what you'd want for yourself. Honestly there are times where you would have to wonder why you chose to be with him.

-Over time he's changed so much, so I suppose you stuck it out for the better. Now he's more focused on the noises you're making for him. His ego is the second best thing you could stroke for him~ Therefore, knowing you're making those noises because of him really tends to get him going more these days. He doesn't consider himself to have a praise kink but pumping his head up tremendously plays a part in whether or not he cums quickly.

-When you tell him he's handsome in the middle of intimacy then he's going to smirk at you first. "Yeah I know." He says with a cocky tone before continuing what he was doing. He won't admit that deep down inside it had an effect on him. He's definitely checking himself out in the mirror more often these days after you pull that trick on him.

-He's mostly quiet during this time with more grunting or groaning when he's close. The main reason is so that he can hear you to know whether or not he's doing his job properly. He takes sex with you seriously and there's no way he'll be caught dead half-assing anything when it comes to pleasing you.

-He's never been one to base a lot off of his looks. He's already surprised you'd take him as he is given his prickly personality. Falling in love with you was more along the lines of a gift from God rather than something he could attribute to his nonexistent charm or looks. However, you never let how he feels about himself stop you from blaring your opinions at him in full honesty.

-You don't stop when you're in the bedroom either. You pause to tell him he's handsome during the act and he scoffs at you, rolling his eyes and chuckling lightly. "Is that so? You still spouting nonsense or have I fucked you silly already then?" You laugh and shake your head at him. "I'm serious..." You try to convince him but he's already back to what he was doing and suddenly your words get lost so easily on your tongue.

-His confidence gone and he'll tell you often how he feels about the two of you being together. After all, why would anyone want to be with a monster like him? He's confused you picked him in the first place. He's awkward, mean, way too focused on other things at the moment. his quirk is dangerous. He can't even let himself get comfortable enough to hold you half the time because he's worried about the effect his quirk would have if he messed up. He could lose you and for that very reason alone he's still doubting the relationship.

-Still, despite this you manage to keep him there because he'd rather be with you than without. He loves you even if he doesn't say it that often. Little by little you found yourself chipping away at the walls around his heart until he finally began to grown slightly comfortable with you. He now holds your hand ever so carefully and you two have cuddling sessions. It was inevitable that it finally led up to the two of messing around. Once he got his hands on you, he knew it was too late to consider even taking them off.

-You'd rendered him frozen when you uttered the phrase 'you're so handsome' during sex one night. What's worse is that you looked him deep in his eyes and smiled so softly when you said it. He hated the way you had so much control over him. He could only feel himself burning away as he his his face in the crook of your neck and kept going this time more tenderly. To say the finish was explosive would be an understatement. Aftercare was out of this world as well.

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thefigureresource · 1 month

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Tenitol Tomura Shigaraki [My Hero Academia] non scale from FuRyu coming June 2024.

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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Your honor, I have two holes for a reason..

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ectologia · 8 months

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Hi! this is my first time asking for a request so i’m sorry. Can you do a noncon shigaraki + Reader who hates his guts?

BRAVADO

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + FEMALE READER

WARNING: DUBCON/NONCON, HUMILIATION, CLIT TORTURE, OVERSTIMULATION, SQUIRTING, WATER-SPORTS, PISS, PROFANITY, OBJECTIFICATION

“Look at you.”

Shigaraki snickers, his grating voice shredding through the sticky squelch of your cunt getting battered as he hisses right against the crevice of your ear. “Squeezing on my dick like a horny little skank.”

Your screams fissure in time with his ruthless jutting, harsh digs allowing his fat, velvety tip to hit all the way up against your squishy little cervix and then some.

“I— fu— I fucking — hate you..” You bend a hand backwards to scratch and claw at Shigaraki’s forearm, screeching once the delicate appendage is taken and stretched painfully, creaking and popping in the awkward position he twists it into.

He uses your arms as leverage to push and pull your limp, pliable body up and down his thick length, grinning manically as he bounces your sloppy pussy on his sweaty cock like the useless, shitty little fleshlight you are.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know.” He sneers, releasing a hand to curve your body, diving down to jerk your hard, puffy clit up and down. “You think I’m dirty don’t you? Think I’m a dirty, nasty little boy, huh?”

He takes the delicate ridges of your wrists in one big hand, restraining your squirms as he bucks up into you, humping away at the tight space of your tiny slit like there’s no tomorrow. He continues his assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking and rubbing the perky nub until he has your legs shaking and quivering in shocking, jolting pangs of unbearable, overstimulating pleasure.

The corners of his lips quirk up into a broad smile the moment your gentle whimpers morph into a guttural, blood-curdling scream, chuckling as your pussy spits a fountain of fluid, spraying his thighs and arms in warm piss.

He gifts your wet dribbling cunny a few more spanks as you ride out the last of your orgasm, twitching and hiccuping in his lap.

“Was that nice?”

“Fuck you.” You heave.

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sourpatchys · 2 months

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Title: Life in Carnet

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: PG-13, fluff. F!reader

Time: after Overhaul, before PLF

Summary: An issue has developed. Though, you can’t say you mind much. The future is yours.

A/n: This was supposed to be much longer and I may still add a second part later on, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for much too long and I decided it was finally time to just post it and let it out into the world!

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The terrors of the underworld were almost too much for you at times. Watching over your shoulder just to be sure a knight in shining armor wouldn't pop out and slice you under the guise of misplaced justice.

There was no justice in a world so cruel. The arms of the masses kept those unfavorable in a tube. Never to be loved, never to be seen or heard. Though that tube would grow, freaks of nature holding hands inside the vessel, ready to break the glass.

It was almost poetic, knowing that loneliness could never touch you, it could only stand by and watch as you desecrated its makeshift grave.

You were not lonely— and you never would be again.

The deadly hands of the misunderstood held you close, a warm embrace that shunned all the coldness and misfortune in the world. You were like royalty, standing above those who were nothing but pawns ready to die for the cause.

You were not ready to die, you had finally spread your wings— you were ready to live.

And who better to stand by your side than the King of demise, Tomura Shigaraki.

In his own way, he had become the very thing he hated most— a symbol of peace. He gave hope to those the world had shamed, giving a reason to live to the ones left to rot in the gutters.

Hero's couldn't save everyone— Hero's didn't want to save everyone. Anyone who goes against their morals is doomed to suffer.

It pained you to see the children left to die on the streets, the addicts that had been deemed lost causes, and the broken who were left to crumble. You could see a piece of yourself in all of them, their rose tented glasses had been shattered and they were left to cut themselves on the glass.

Tomura didn't care much for any of them, and yet he had still managed to replace that in which had been broken.

He cared for the league, for the posey he had created with his own two hands. And he cared for you. The woman he saw cursing the world with blood stained hands.

Your introduction to the league wasn't pretty. You were dirty and untamed— having just taken the life of someone you held dear— there was darkness in your eyes.

No one asked you questions, no one made you feel like a freak. You became their healer— using your quirk to its fullest potential, never once holding back.

Your ability was known as the 'Touch of life'. Originally, you had hated your quirk. Being pawned off from person to person, forced to heal strangers who saw you as an object more than a person. Growing up you weren't allowed to attend school, forced to stay home and work— not a dime going into your pocket.

People were supposed to want to help people. That's what you had been told over and over again. You couldn't complain, you couldn't fight back or refuse to help.

You didn't want to help anymore.

The league never made you heal their scrapes and bruises, only asking for your services when it was absolutely necessary. You finally felt free— free to be a real human being.

And then Shigaraki, a man usually so careful with his hands, had sliced his palm. You couldn't even remember how— the memory had long since faded away. You grabbed him without thinking, taking his entire hand into your own, stitching the skin back together with a ray of light.

That's how you learned you were immune to decay. Your body fighting against his quirk so quickly it was at if he didn't have one at all.

And that's how you learned you loved your quirk after all.

Once it became apparent, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was like a wild animal hunting its prey— a touch starved villain feeling for the first time.

He was gentle with you, holding you close, running his calloused hands up and down your sides, forever in awe at the feel of your skin on his own. Awkward and untamed, vibrating with uncertainty and longing for more.

His kisses felt like fireworks, they seared into your skin, dangerous and yet oh so wonderful. He was addicted to you, and soon enough you were just as addicted to him.

Your relationship had no title— though with the way his scared lips would trail up your throat, nipping and pleading— you were sure it was love just the same.

Regardless of the tender kisses and soft touches, Shigaraki was still a deadly man. The king of the underworld, the high ruler of chaos.

So when you saw those glaring, unforgiving, bright pink lines, you found yourself being swallowed whole.

Your body was shaking, from fear or joy you couldn't be sure. It was unrealistic to bring a child into the world, especially when that world was crumbling— when the father was the one crumbling it.

You couldn't hold back a smile though, your anxieties fading quickly at the thought of a future. Placing your life giving hands over your abdomen— it felt right. You finally— undeniably— felt whole.

Dabi was the first one to notice you after you'd left the makeshift restroom, his piercing blue eyes looking you up in down with a frenzy.

"You look creepier than usual."

The rest of the leagues eyes met your own, their own curious glances boring into your soul.

"I have no idea what you mean by that— but I feel like I should be offended." You mocked a scoff, cocking your eyebrow in amusement.

Toga laughed, sitting up straight and tapping the cold cement floor beside her, urging you to sit with her. "You do look a little brighter than usual!"

You took the invitation, a small smile still grazing your lips. It was impossible to fully contain yourself— you were sure you'd explode if you had to reel in all of your facial expressions.

"I just got some good news is all— I wouldn't worry about it."

"Did that 12 handed freak finally propose or something?"

A small snort left your lips, "No, not to my knowledge. Speaking of— where is he?"

"Ohhh, so it does have to do with him!" Toga wiggled her eyebrows, giggling to herself.

Your relationship with Shigaraki wasn't a secret. Neither of you had said anything to anyone, but you weren't actively hiding it either— it just was.

Giving the teen a gentle shove you allowed yourself to let out a soft laugh of your own, "doesn't everything have to do with him?"

You got a strong mumble of agreement from the group, their annoyed expressions almost making you laugh fully.

"He said he'd be back before nightfall." Dabi finally metered, "Then again, who knows?"

Humming in response you decided to sit tight, pulling a heavily water damaged book out of your backpack.

— — —

Somewhere along the pages of Prince Charming finally realizing the girl of his dreams was only a few feet away— you had dozed off.

It wasn't often you got the privilege of sleep, the constant traveling and change of pace was hard on your body and mind. So being shaken awake wasn't exactly something you'd normally let slide— but seeing those carmine eyes so full of worry, you decided it wasn't a hill worth dying on today.

"Good morning." You sighed, slowly blinking the harsh tingling of your sleep deprived eyelids away.

Tomura wasn't amused by your lackluster approach, his body basically caging you in from where you sat, his eyes growing darker by the second.

"How are you feeling?"

At first his question confused you— your dreams still drifting away as reality tried to take over. Oh yes, that's right— he'd known you hadn't been feeling well.

If you weren't so sleepy you'd probably be more embarrassed over the fact that you had in fact— only grabbed a handful of pregnancy tests and booked it out of the closest convenience store. You hadn't even tried to get anything else.

A giggle left your lips as you leaned forward and gave your captor a kiss on the cheek, "it's fine don't worry about it."

Sighing he shifted so he was sitting beside you, his hand immediately grabbing yours. He loved holding your hand— you weren't sure if it was just to remind himself that he could or if it was lasting deprivation from being touched starved for so many years— but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, so long as he never let go.

"You haven't been eating right."

It was a statement meant to guilt you, to force you to tell him every single thing that's been bothering you— to outline your sickness in a bullet point list so he could take care of you.

"Is that so?" You turned to him with a raised brow, daring him to continue on with his spiel.

He, ever so observant, took the bait and ran with it.

"You can't keep anything down, you're light headed, and you're way too exhausted for everything to be fine." His voice broke a bit at the end, and with good reason. Not being in good health while simultaneously living on the streets isn't exactly a good combo.

He cared about you too much to let anything bad happen. After dealing with the yakuza he'd slowed down entirely, refusing to move too fast or too far until he knew exactly what needed to be done— all because you weren't feeling good. He'd never say it out loud— but it was easy to tell.

"It's not something I'll die from, modern medicine will make sure of that."

Turning his head and looking you up and down, he had a borderline disgusted look on his face.

"You've been sick for how long now? And you've shown no signs of getting better."

You hummed, putting your hand on your chin and pretending to think. "Yeah I'd say it's been a good two months now."

"This isn't a joke."

Giving him a serious expression, you replied "I know it isn't, you definitely aren't going to think it's funny—the league might though."

He smacked his head against the back of the crate the two of you were leaning on, looking up at the broken ceiling. "So you are dying."

"I already told you I won't die." You punched his arm, "I'll just be out of commission for a little while."

"And what, exactly, does that mean?"

You let out a nervous laugh, leaning your head on his shoulder, "it means next time we go out we're gonna have to steal some prenatal vitamins."

You felt his body stiffen under you after a few minutes, his mind putting the dots together painfully slowly. This isn't exactly how you thought this conversation would go— though knowing Tomura, he'd never expected this conversation at all.

"Oh."

Afraid to see his expression, you kept your eyes towards the floor, squeezing his hand that was still wrapped in yours.

"Is that okay..?"

It was silent for a while, the sound of the other members snoring being the only noises keeping you sane. You knew this may not go over well, even as excited as you were, Tomura had an entire world to destroy, he had people to kill and a kingdom to build. How would a baby fit into that life?

Finally, you felt a large inhale from under you— taking that as permission you looked up to his face, surprised when you saw the fond look in his eyes and the soft smile on his lips.

"Yeah, that's more than okay."

You sat up, lifting your head off of his shoulder to look him directly in the eyes, awe, ever apparent, on your face.

"Really? You aren't mad?"

A dastardly grin made its way onto his face, his pearly white teeth glistening in the moonlight. Truly— it was a sight to behold.

"I don't see anything wrong with carrying on my lineage— especially not with you." He chuckled, a dark frenzy coming into his eyes, "besides, you hang back anyways, nothings going to hurt you."

You thought on his words. It was technically true, being a healer meant you weren't fighting so much as laying low and taking care of the aftermath— the only change you could see happening is you not being on the battlefield at all, staying at the base until they returned.

But that came with some risks on its own.

"You're taking this better than I thought you would."

That same gleam was in his eyes as he looked you over, his hands making their way around your waist as he pulled you into a tight embrace, inhaling the scent of your not-so-freshly washed hair.

"I suppose I should be nervous. But I always knew this was a risk." He took in a breath, a laugh passing through as he thought it over, "I'm ready for anything. I'm going to destroy this world, but that doesn't mean I can't make my own in the process."

The Tomura before you was different than the one you had fallen in love with. He was different than the one that pulled you off the street and gave you a reason to live— this Tomura was confident, this Tomura had a plan.

This Tomura knew what he wanted.

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