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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 10 months
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It's okay he's still my babygirl
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yanderenightmare · 1 year
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ok but- what's shiggy like in bed?
SHIGARAKI TOMURA
TW: nsfw, yandere, noncon/dubcon, he's needy
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AGGRESSIVE SWITCH
He’ll take what he needs when he needs it, wherever he needs it, however he needs it.
He doesn't say please, he doesn't say thank you, he doesn't say you’re welcome, and he doesn't think twice about it. 
Morning-wood? You should already be down there taking care of it for him, letting him dump his load into your sweet mouth, swallowing before giving him a kiss good morning.
Horny, but also wanting to play video games? You better be prepared to cock-warm him like a good little cock-sleeve, sitting in his lap quietly without disturbing his focus as he brags loudly with internet friends about what good a little slut he has pleasing him. 
Dabi pissed him off? You know how to pepper him in kisses, be his precious distraction to get his mind off whatever had him in such a rigid mood.
You don't want to see him angry, do you? Trust, you don't.
Most times, he’ll fuck you hard. Bend your hands behind your back, pull and twist your arms as he rails you. Splitting you apart from the back, have you screaming into the sheets as he fucks you straight through your orgasm with no regard to how you start crying from overstimulation as he pounds into your sore sopping cunt.
Hissing at you to take all his hot cum like the perfect little cum-dumpster.
But sometimes... in the very midst of things, in the very thick of it, perhaps after landing a particular sharp smack to your ass, he’ll growl at you to put your hands on his throat, beg you to claw at him, choke him, ride and milk his dick for every drop it’s worth.
Sit on his face until it becomes hard to breathe. Pull his hair and dig your nails into his scalp as you smother him between your soft thighs.
He’ll be livid in his requests, so very clingy and needy and demanding. Giving you not a second's worth of rest until he finally tires himself out.
Leaving the both of you looking battle-worn, with purple love bites and crescent-mooned teeth marks littering your bodies without mercy.
Resting with you in his arms, completely comatose, snoring at your ear in satisfaction.
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bugs-fic-corner · 6 months
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Defiled (tomura shigaraki x little sister!reader)
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request: none
word count: 6.5k words
tw: incest, possession and obsession, somnophia, noncon to dubcon, drugging, dacraphilia, oral (m and f recieving), fingering, slapping, spanking, spit, piv, creampie, unsafe sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), innocence kink, virginity loss, not proof read
SMUT UNDER THE CUT
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as you got older though, that love that your brother had always had for you felt more passionate for him. your body grew and he could see the way people looked at you now. the way people’s intentions towards you changed. of course, you’re too innocent to understand it but he does. and those looks are enough to get him worried. worried your attention will go elsewhere. worried you’ll notice those looks and enjoy them. worried you’ll notice that he’s been looking at you that way too.
shigaraki started begging to sleep on your bed even more and of course you agreed. he’s your big brother, you just want him to be happy. you go out of your way to help him be happy. buying him games, fling the dishes on his nights, even doing his laundry. in return he’d cook for you and (sometimes) do your laundry when you uncharacteristically forget to do it. unbeknownst to you, he was doing these things for very selfish, very wrong, reasons. he knew that. he felt guilty about what he was doing. at first it started with stealing your panties. just for minutes at a time at first to sniff and feel. then overnight to cover in his own thick cum. the first time he did it he almost cried from shame. you were too innocent. too off limits. but he couldn’t stop. and his shame wasn’t as big as his love and lust for you.
then he thought of something even worse. he tossed and turned on this idea for a few weeks. he almost gave in on the nights he planned to spend sleeping in your room. what finally did it is when you started texting someone. all. the. time. you were constantly smiling at the phone and giggling to yourself. you were staying at school a little later than normal. shig could tell something was up. something wrong. so, one night when you were asleep he checked your phone. of course. a boy. he was so angry he almost woke you up to confront you. why would you need someone else? was he not enough to make you happy? and then he saw them. the pictures. just two but that was enough. not full nudes, a picture of you in your bra and a picture up your skirt. they both were taken in the school bathroom.
he took a deep breath, put the phone down, and laid back down next to you before cuddling up behind you to hold onto you as he always did. he understood now. you needed something more. something he hadn’t given you yet. you needed sex, something he’d thought about a lot at this point. he smiled. now he felt safe in doing what he’d been thinking about. he broke.
the next night as you came home from school, your brother was finishing up dinner. one of the rare nights he’d decided to make it instead of ordering it. you walk through the door and set your bag down and took your shoes off.
“niisan! what’d you make?” you smile as you walk to the kitchen, smiling at the delicious smell coming from said room.
shigaraki smiles as he sets the full glasses of shochu on the table, yours just finishing bubbling. he turns and smirks at you, gesturing to the stove. “just your favorite, ramen.”
you reach over and hug him quickly, shig freezing for a second, before rushing to say you’ll be back soon. you quickly rush up to your room and change into your pajamas, just a tank and shorts. you go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit from your long day at school before heading back down to eat.
shigaraki has set the table and had just sat down when you joined him. he smiled at you and scanned your body, taking in your curves. of course you didn’t notice but all he could think about were those pictures and how good you’d looked (he’d sent them to himself before turning off your phone). as you sat and ate and drank, you are your niisan talked about your days. you had gotten a very high compliment from your english teacher on your essay you’d turned in. shigaraki had just played games and gone grocery shopping but as he talked you seemed just as enthralled as if he was telling a story about an ancient legend. god you were so cute.
as you cleaned up the plates your eyes started to get heavy but you pushed on. you wouldn’t let your long day get in the way of helping around the home. you manage to finish the dishes, shig glancing over at you periodically, you figure noticing your exhaustion. you whine when you finish and start to go to sit on the couch with your niisan, but he shoots up and puts his hand on your back to lead you up the stairs.
“nope. you’re basically asleep right now. you’re going to bed.”, he says as he leads you to your room at the end of the hallway.
you’re silent, too tired all of a sudden to really do anything, while shigaraki laid you on your bed and tucked you in. he kisses you on your forehead and backs out of the room, a sly smile on his face. “goodnight imoto.”
—2 hours later—
shigaraki opens your bedroom door, not bothering to try to hide his presence. he knows the sleeping pill he gave you in your drink would have taken care of any need to be quiet.
walking to the edge of your bed, he smiles down at your sleeping form, taking in your beauty. while you rest you have an air of innocence about you. just so pure and clean. he knows you’re a virgin, cyou’ve complained about it he doesn’t know how many times. it feels right to him for his body to be the one to change that.
shigaraki reaches out and plays eight our hair for a second before retracting and going to adjust the growing bulge in his pants, a low grown escaping his throat. he’s already getting painfully hard and all he’s done is look at you sleeping. god is he perverted.
taking your duvet cover off of you, he exposes your barely covered body to the chill air causing your skin to rise with goosebumps. but you do not wake, you don’t even stir. lightly, he brushes his hand down your arm, feeling your smooth skin under his fingertips causing sparks to soar up his arm. smiling at your sleeping form, he goes to the other side of the bed and climbs into the bed next to you, jostling your limp form.
as you sleep he moves his body closer to yours, savoring every slow second before he finally gets what he wants. when he’s moved as close as he can, pushed all the way up against your smooth back and pliable ass, he rests there for a second. cuddling you like he always does, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. he savors this, this last uncorrupted moment he’ll have with you. he knows what he wants and plans to do is wrong, it’s not like he doesn’t have a conscious. he cares, but not enough to stop himself.
his arms wrapped around you, his body pressed to yours, he starts to feel his dick harden up against your ass. closing his eyes and pulling you closer he starts to slowly move his hips against you. dragging his dick up and down your ass under his sweatpants. holding in a groan, he opens his eyes and looks at your face to check to see his movements are waking you but you’re still sound asleep. oblivious to your niisan taking advantage of you.
continuing to hump your backside, he slowly slide his hand from its resting place on your stomach to your tit under your shirt, really touching you for the first time. he has to hold in the moan that almost forces it’s way past his lips. groping you under your shirt and still moving his hips against yours, it starts to wake you. there’s only so much one measly sleeping pill can do.
you whine and start to shift, your eyes opening only slightly before you start to turn to try to get more comfortable before you become aware of the hand under your shirt, frozen on your tit. you freeze yourself, suddenly very awake and very aware of the fact that the only person in the the house with you tonight. both frozen. both scared.
suddenly, after a few seconds, it seems like all hell breaks loose. you break free from his weak grasp on you and you fall out of the bed onto the floor before shooting up and running towards the door, fear making your heart race. how could he? he’s your brother. you trusted him.
you reach the door and open it a crack before a large hand slams the door shut above you. you look up and meet your brothers eyes, a mix of fear and lust in his them. quickly backing up, scared of being so close to him, you get back as far as possible, meeting the wall all the way across the room. you watch as your older brother locks the door and stands in front of it to stare you down, crossing his arms.
you stand there for a second, tears starting to spring into your eyes when you process this situation a little more. backed into a corner, door locked, and a much strong much bigger man in front of it. a man with a very prominent hard on. you knew you were screwed so you did the only thing you could think of. you begged.
“niisan…please don’t…don’t do this. you can’t. i’m your sister. this is wrong and you…you know it.” the tears spill over now, racing down your cheeks while your breath starts to shorten.
unbeknownst to you, your tears and words have the opposite effect. they make tomura harder. make him more desperate to feel you. he relaxes his stance, dropping his arms. he takes steps towards you before he speaks.
“i’ve given you everything. i’ve been everything for you…why wouldn’t you give this to me? i want it. i know you’ll like it. i know i can make you like it. there’s no reason we shouldn’t. who cares if you’re my sister. it’s not like we wouldn’t be the first or last to do this. let me fuck you. let me…let me make you feel good.” as he’d be speaking he’d been walking towards you slowly but at his last words he’d sped up, making you freeze and close your eyes, his speed making you flinch.
you keep your eyes closed but you can feel his breathing on your cheek. you know you can’t physically overpower him. there’s no way you could get past him now. he won’t listen. there’s nothing for you to do.
tomura brings his hand up, brushing your hair out of your face, just admiring you pressed up against your bedroom wall. well, admiring you till he decided enough was enough and he needed you now. suddenly, his hand was around your neck and he was squeezing tight. your eyes shot open and you your hands went to his, struggling to try to pry his hand off of your neck. he just smiles and moves, dragging you with him to the bed. tomura takes you and throws you on your bed, removing his sweats so he’s wearing nothing while you lie there and come back from half unconsciousness.
while you struggle to catch your breath he crawls onto the bed, removing your pants and underwear without a fight from your lightheaded body. taking his time, he spreads out your thighs and shows off your already wet pussy to the cold night air. that shocks you enough that your able to bring your thighs together and scoot up the bed as far as you can, meeting the headboard. tomura just smiles again before getting off the bed and walking towards the edge to you.
he pets your head, shushing your gasps and sniffles while getting down on your level. he looks you in the eye before grasping your hair and pulling it back by the root. he stands up all the way again and looks down at your mouth open from shock, deciding then to spit in your mouth and slap your face promptly after.
“you run away from me again, try to deny me again, and i’ll hurt you. again. you know i can and i will do don’t push me. for your own sake.” he brings his hand down again, making you flinch and making him smirk, but only going to brush your hair out of your face again.
tomura releases your hair and drags his hands down your chest to the edge of your shirt before tugging it up. it meets your armpits and stops as your haven’t raised your hands. he looks up at you and raises his eyebrow at you before you quickly shoot your arms up in fear of repercussions. smiling, your brother removes your tank top fully so you’re both naked now. him beyond excited and lust filled. you fearful and apprehensive.
your older brother grabs your hair again and stares down at you menacingly before forcing your head down to his dick and saying “open up and suck. no teeth, or you know what i’ll do to you.” just to emphasize his point he squeezes his fist by his side so hard it pops. you flinch and your body twists to accommodate this new strange angle you were at. you clos your eyes, refusing to look at it but at the sound of pops you take a deep breath and open your mouth tentatively, telling yourself just get through it. if you can do this you can do anything. you’ll leave. you’ll never see him again. you can forget.
eyes still closed you’re surprised when you feel an intrusion in your mouth, something big and salty and suddenly pushing to the back of your throat. you gag and try to pull back on instinct but the hand on your head stops you from going far. the tears jump into your eyes again, rolling down your cheeks. the tears roll down to your mouth, just making that area even wetter. you gag again when tomura pushes into your throat again, making him laugh to himself before saying “ohh come on imoto you can do better than that…relax hun just relax.” at first, all you can do is sit there, take it, and cry but at his words and his tone making you feel small, you feel like you usually do with him. just his little sister. it makes you relax and you start to be able to take his dick in your throat, his thrusting into your mouth picking up speed. when he’s able to speed up without you gagging he starts to grunt and moan at the amount of pleasure he feels in this moment.
tomura has been dreaming about this for months and now that he finally has it he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to go without it. he keeps thrusting into your throat, able to get almost all of his cock into your mouth, watching your tears flow down your cheeks. your spit gathers at the sides of your mouth before dripping down your chin making a mess under you on your bed. you start to whine, your jaw getting tense and starting to hurt. you put your hands on your niisans thighs and start to push on them, trying to tell him to stop.
he sighs and pulls back enough that his dick slides out from between your lips, letting you take in deep breaths and allowing your tears to stop flowing for a moment. you wipe at your chin and whine again at the mess of spit and precum that’s been dripping down your face. you look up at your brother and sit up on your knees so your more on his level before asking him, “are we done now niisan? please?”.
he smiles at you like he always does, sweet and soft and comforting. he brings his hand up to your face, holding you in his hand despite the wetness on your cheek. as quickly as you blinked, he had slapped you again and had your hair pulled back again. he got down in your face and his smile was back but this time it felt different. it felt scary. you whimpered and pushed back into the hand that held you, trying to get as far away as possible from him. “don’t ever ask me to stop. we stop when i want to. when i feel we’re both satisfied. just give in baby, i know you want this. i mean, you were willing to do this with some random guy right? right?!” he pulls your hair again when he yells at you and your eyes widen at the pain and at the fact that he knows that you’ve been thinking about losing your virginity. “please…i’m sorry i won’t do it again i promise. i’ll…i’ll wait till marriage. okay? so don’t worry it won’t happen again!” your tone takes on a begging nature towards the end and your lips start to quiver when his grip only tightens on your hair.
“you think i’m letting you go? no…no no no no. you’re mine, for forever. we came into this world in the same way, i’ve always been there for you and you for me. we know each other better than anyone else in the whole world. you always say you love me more than anyone so let me show you i feel the same way. stay with me imoto…” he starts to whisper towards the end of his speech, getting closer to your ear and slowly kissing your neck when he stops talking. he keeps kissing down your neck, reaching a point that has you taking a deep breath and clenching your thighs involuntarily. your actions make you feel bad. they make you feel dirty. how could you like this in any capacity? you could feel yourself start to slicken between your thighs and that makes your blush in embarrassment. your trapped between tomuras hand and his mouth and his naked body practically on top of you and somehow your body is loving it.
at your consistent wiggling and your breathless gasps, your older brother smiles against your neck and backs up to lean his forehead against yours, lightening his grip on your hair to make it less painful, before letting his other hand drift down your body to your thighs. they’re still clenched so he leans in and slowly kisses you, making it sweet and loving. you don’t kiss back at first but eventually you start to give in. you kiss him back slowly. you press your lips more firmly against his and eventually open your mouth to him, letting him explore yours with his tongue. your thighs start to relax and his hand begins to slip between them before you clench again when they get to close to your pussy, making you pull back from the kiss but keeping your forehead to his.
“come on princess, let me touch you. let me show you everything i can do for you.” tomura finally let’s go of your hair, only to push you down onto the bed before crawling on top of you. hand still between your thighs, he kisses you again but more aggressively this time. he bites your lip and growls into your mouth when you whimper into his. your legs relax again and tomura again starts to make it closer and closer to your center. his fingers find your clit fast, making you gasp and break from your brothers kiss, looking down at his hand between your thighs. watching him rub you in a circle, then a figure eight. your thoughts battle against each other. one side was winning. one that scared you and made that small losing side feel sick. but it didn’t matter. it felt so good and he does love you…niisan didn’t want to hurt you, you made him hurt you but when you behave you get this. you get the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. your own fingers have never felt like this and you don’t know if you could ever go without your brothers fingers on you and suddenly…in you.
lost in thought and eyes hazy you don’t see it but you sure as hell feel it when tomura pushes one of his long fingers inside your tight pussy. your body arches into itself and your mouth opens in a soundless gasp, your eyes close and your head throws itself back. as he slowly slides his finger in and out of you, you manage to relax yourself and appreciate just how good this feels in a matter of a few seconds. you take in the gasp you were deprived of and a light moan quickly follows.
“aww what a cute little thing you can be when you’re not denying us.” your brother whispers directly on your lips while he’s on top of you, “i love your little noises.” he smiles while talking and goes back in to kiss you, swallowing your moan that follows, tomura starts to speed his fingers up and adding a come hither motion to his movements. your moans and whimpers pick up in speed and pitch to match your brothers gaining speed. you’re trying to keep up with the kiss but you’re falling behind in this dance of tongues so eventually you accidentally bite his lip making him growl into your mouth before backing up and going even faster. sort of like an inadvertent punishment. tomuras speed just makes you whine even more and makes you back arch off the bed. but you feel that pressure building up, the type you always feel before losing it to the abyss. you’ve never been able to do it yourself.
you can feel yourself start to clench down on his fingers when all of a sudden it stops. all of the sensations, tomura on top of you and his fingers inside you, all gone. your immediate reaction is to whine loudly and throw your hands against your bed, throwing a mini temper tantrum at losing that feeling. again.
you hear tsks coming from in front of your bed and you look up to see tomura standing over you, looking as beautiful as ever. in the moonlight he looks ethereal. you sigh, suddenly lost in thought and over not getting your orgasam for the first time. what brings you out of it is tomuras hands on your knees, spreading your legs quickly and sinking to his knees in front of your seeping pussy. your niisan smiles and says, “so wet and pretty…and all mine, isn’t that right imoto?”. he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. you pant and debate in your head for a split second before finally fully giving in and nodding to him with a shy smile on your face to answer his wolffish grin.
you keep your legs open despite how badly your innocence has you wanting to close them. you get butterflies as you watch your brother close his eyes and start kissing up your thighs, getting closer and closer to your aching pussy. he takes his time, leaving bite marks and hickeys in his wake. when he gets just a hair away from your cunt, tomura blows cool air on you, making you shiver in anticipation.
“ask nicely.”, niisan says quietly while he stares at your center with animalistic hunger.
“what?”, you ask equally as quiet, confused as to why he stopped the magical touches on your inner thighs.
“i said. ask. nicely.” he slaps your clit lightly after every word, making you jump and mewl pathetically. you try to close your legs on instinct but your brothers body and his hands stop you from getting to far. “now do as your told like a good little girl.”, he smiles at the end of his sentence, just as captivating as always for you.
you nod and take a breath, the butterflies in your stomach coming alive at the idea of speaking such vulgar things out loud. but you want to please your niisan. you want to make him happy. so you’ll do as you’re told.
“please touch me niisan? pretty please?”. tomuras smile gets a bit wider at your pretty, pathetic words.
“touch where baby?”. he shifts his weight, getting himself ready to dive into his own personal heaven. something’s he’s been dreaming about since your body changed into that of a woman’s.
you whine out in frustration but before he can slap you anywhere in punishment you quickly get out, “please touch my pussy…please?” you manage to keep your voice steady and though it’s quiet it’s still heard in the dark silence.
all tomura does is give you one small nod before spreading your legs farther apart suddenly and bringing his mouth to your clit. he sucks it into his mouth harshly, groaning at the taste of you. he brings his hands up and spreads you apart farther so he can look at you properly. he feels a shiver run through him before he goes back in and licks a stripe up from your dripping hole to your twitching clit.
all you can do is arch your back and moan into the dark bedroom. your stomach flips and you feel a warmth spread all across your body. your head feels like it’s filled with cotton and all you can think is this is what ecstasy feels like.
as you moan and writhe on the bed, tomura keeps eating you out. he licks and sucks on your clit and when you’re lost in that pleasure he suddenly removes his tongue from your clit and starts fucking you with it, twisting and moving inside you to create an unbearable amount of tension in your body. you start to feel the beginnings of another orgasam start to grow inside you.
when he feels you start to contract around his tongue he pulls away from you and just smiles at you with a shit eating grin before he licks his lips and starts to stand up.
you on the other hand barely register anything besides your disappointment and simmering anger at being denied again. you’re about to protest when you’re abruptly flipped onto your stomach. you whine and go to look back towards your brother when you feel his weight on top of you and his hand on the back of your neck, pushing your head down on the bed facing the headboard. this just makes you squirm and that makes him sigh in frustration before he comes up with a solution. he just spanks your ass. hard. twice.
your immediate reaction is to jump and call out in pain. you feel tears jump into your eyes but you manage to call them back before they fall. you don’t know how he’d react to your tears in this moment so you just try your best to remain calm. you stop fidgeting and hold still for him.
“much better baby. just stay still for me okay? i’m gonna take real good care of my sweet little princess.” tomura says this in a sickly sweet tone, knowing just how to play you. how to make you comfortable and pliable for him. and it works. the tension leaves your body. you whine but it’s not to loud and if anything he finds it cute.
tomura let’s go of your neck and starts to trail his hands down your body. starting at the top of your back and slowly slides toward the center of your back to massage there for a second. he’s taking his time. savoring every second he gets to touch you while trying to memorize every inch of skin you have.
he starts to move his hands again going lower and lower till he’s at your ass and dear god he’s about to cum from just touching you. he can’t believe how soft you are and how beautiful it is. he can see his handprints from spanking you, making his dick twitch. he wants to take his time here too but he can’t. he feels like he’s going to explode or melt and all he can think about is getting inside you where he feels he truly belongs.
from your angle you can see when he grabs a pillow from your pile of them and you feel when he pushes it under your stomach. you grimace from being uncomfortable and you shift to try to move the pillow under you and your able to shift it under you to a more comfortable position before you feel a stinging slap on your ass again. you jump but manage to keep your yelp in this time by biting your lip but your eyes water again and this time they fall. they fall down to the bed and more follow, pent up from keeping them in before.
tomura sees this and just wiped one tear off the side of your face before bringing it to his lips. “mmm every part of you taste amazing imoto. i can’t get enough of you…” he moves himself so he’s practically laying on top of you before he shifts his weight onto his forearms so his lower body is on you but his upper body is just hovering an inch over you. you feel so trapped under him but you somehow love it. it makes you feel protected as well. “you know, i think i’m gonna have to take a trip between your thighs every…single…day.” he drifts off in between words, kissing your exposed neck. you can feel his hard cock pressing against your back and you have no idea how he plans to fit all of that inside your small frame.
he reaches down with one hand and you can feel him sliding in between your folds and it makes you whine out, desperate for more of something. you’re not sure of what but you just need more.
“imoto can you do something for me?” he asks when he pauses as he’s lined up with your weeping hole. you nod as best you can with your head on the bed. you just wanna make him happy like you always have. “i need you to beg me. i need you to say that you want me. you’d be such a good girl if you did that for me imoto.” you can’t see it but he has the smuggest smile on his face. he knows he’s broken you down enough that you can’t say no anymore.
“please…please touch me niisan…” you say quietly.
“that’s not enough baby. i need you to tell me where. i need you to tell me what you want.” tomuras tone isn’t nice, it’s strict and frustrated. all he wants to do is ruin your tight hole but he has a deep need to complete his messed up fantasy. the last thing he needs before he goes further is to know that you definitely want him too.
“i need you t-to…fuck…me. i need you niisan please! please take my virginity! please i need you! i just…i just need you!” you get desperate at the end, tired of just laying there under him with him so close to where your fogged up mind is telling you you need him most.
he chuckles to himself darkly before suddenly you feel a deep, burning intrusion in your center. your mouth opens in a soundless scream and your back arches deeper into the bed. all you can do is focus on your heart racing and the feeling of being painfully full. you hear your brothers breathing still and then tumble out of him in short bursts mixed with little grunts.
tomura stays still for a second, both of you adjusting to the new feeling. you getting used to being so full and letting the pain pass, him enjoying the tightness. the wetness and warmth. the taboo of it all.
but that can’t last long. well, it doesn’t last as long as you need. tomura starts to move his hips, going in and out of you at a fast pace all of a sudden. your body jostles under him on the bed while you moan brokenly. you hold onto your bed sheets for dear life, the pain turning to pleasure as your hips start to move back instinctively. this just makes tomura feel all the more sure of himself and makes him go harder. the wet pounding sound getting louder as well as the sound of the headboard against the wall. you know the servants and other villains in the house can hear what’s going on. they’ll know. but you can’t find it in yourself to care.
tomura stops and pulls out of you with a loud embarrassing pop that makes you blush. suddenly you’re flipped onto your back, the pillow under your lower back. tomura reaches out and pulls your face towards his by your chin.
“you’re the most precious thing you know that? so perfect. you have barely any idea what you’re doing but you’re loving it aren’t you?” he asks this but he keeps going on, not really looking for an answer. “your innocence feels so good to take imoto. stay this way, always.” when he finishes speaking, he grasps under your knees and pulls them apart so he can shift himself to be nestled nicely between your thighs.
and just like that he’s back inside you, back to the fast violent pace he’s set. all he can think about it how perfect this is. how good you sound mewling under him. how this must be what heaven feels like.
you bring your hands up, barely able to control yourself but you manage to pull his face down to yours to kiss him. you’ve always loved getting kisses from your brother, but they’ve never been on the lips. never been so passionate. never made a sense of warmth spread throughout your body. but at this point you can’t be entirely sure if it’s his kiss or the way he’s manipulating your body that’s warming you up so much.
while you’re distracted trying to kiss your brother and win the battle of dominance your tongues are fighting, tomura brings one hand down and starts to rub small circles on your clit. the shock of it make you back up from the kiss and cry out. your arms tighten around your brothers neck and all you can do is hold on for dear life as you feel that heat start to grow inside you again. like a band ready to snap at any second.
your brother can feel you tightening around him and this time he doesn’t stop. if anything he fucks you harder, rubs faster circles on you. “aww are you gonna cum imoto? gonna be a good girl and finish on your niisan?” you can’t tell by his voice, but he’s close to his end as well. the way you’re contracting around him has him weak and it’s all he can do to keep his pace slightly steady. but he’s slowly and surely failing, his pace getting erratic as your hips buck up to him.
you’re biting your lip and whining and trying to stay still but the pleasure just keeps rising and it starts to feel like to much. like you’re going to break. but all you can do is mumble nonsense while your peak gets closer and closer till all of a sudden, your body stills and your back arches and you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever made. you cum around your niisans cock and he just keeps going. keeps fucking you through your orgasam, overstimulating you to the point it hurts. your inner walls spasming around tomura, pulling him into your now wetter and warmer depths has him at his breaking point. as your peak comes to an end, his starts. he grasps the bed next to your head to stop himself from falling on top of you as he groans. he finishes inside you, filling you to the brim. his pace slows to a stop as he gives you everything he’s worth until he’s completely spent.
once tomuras finished and you’re both left gasping for air, he manages to roll you onto your side and him onto his with him still inside you so you’re laying on his chest. tomura might be done for the moment but he’s not through with you. but he knows he can’t push you to much. he might be mean but he’s not cruel. he won’t really break you. now that you’ve given into him, he wants to keep you happy and compliant. he’ll give you as many breaks as you need.
he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him even more. “see, i told you. you loved it.” he’s smirking as he says this.
“you’re always right niisan…i love you…” you trail off, your eyes heavy and dropping as you speak.
“i love you too imoto…such a good girl.” he looks down and sees your asleep again, so comfortable with your brother nestled deep inside you and filled with his cum.
tomura looks around the bed and sees your phone on your bedside table. he reaches for it and unlocks it, your password being his birthday. he goes to your camera and takes multiple pictures. pictures of you asleep. of both of you cuddling. of where you’re still connected, his cum leaking out of you now. and then he selects the best pictures of the bunch and sends them to the guys he hasn’t even bothered to learn the name of that you were so interested in. he captions the message ‘all mine’ with a smiley emoji behind it and blocks the number. he also deletes the pictures off your phone.
but not before he’s sent them to himself.
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writers note: AHHHH FINALLY DONE!! i hope you loved it! let me know what other characters i should write for and also let me know if you’d like to be on my tag list! okay thanks for reading :)) byeeeee - bug
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mha-cuties-pls · 1 month
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Moments | Shigaraki
The Moments Series | pairing: Shigaraki x reader | words: approx 500 | rating: M | genre: smut
“Shut up!” Shigaraki hissed, shoving your face down into the pillow you were crouching over, “I don’t want the rest of them to know I’m back yet.”
But you could hardly think, let alone control the deep moans that emanated out of your chest each time he bottomed out inside you. After he hit a particularly sensitive spot, though, you squeaked; rather loud.
He spanked your ass hard enough for you to yelp, only to have him grab your head by your hair, and cover your mouth with his hand roughly. “What did I just say?”
Your muffled ‘sorry’ was barely audible, and you felt him tugging on your hair harder while he chuckled evilly from behind you.
Grabbing your hips with a painful grip, he smashed his hips into yours, his big cock filling up your bruised hole so violently, you couldn’t help but scream again.
“Ahhh-“ you cried, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes due to the sting, “yo-your s-so fucking b-big.” But as much as it hurt, you felt so turned on. You loved it when he let his animalistic side take over and just pound the shit out of you; he was usually relatively gentle.
Not right now though, that was for sure.
He kept a steady pace, his insane length hitting your cervix every time; you tried to jump forward and squirm around in his grip to adjust, but he wouldn’t let you.
You felt another sharp pain across your ass. “Why do you keep trying to run away from me?” Abruptly, you felt him pull out, and the delicious sting of him inside you was gone.
It made you feel so empty suddenly and-
“Are you whining now?!” You heard him scoff, his strong hands suddenly grabbing your sides painfully and wantonly flipping you over.
As you laid on your back, you were able to look up at him for just a second, and finally saw the lecherous look in his eyes; it was kind of scary.
You kind of liked it.
Though you were pulled from your thoughts when his hand clasped around your throat suddenly, and you felt him position himself at your entrance.
“Such a fucking slut for me,” He breathed, his face inching closer over yours as he studied the way your face changed every time he ran his tip along your folds; the way your body squirmed around in his grasp. “So fucking pretty.”
You started to feel that nagging aching feeling again, “Shiggy,” you breathed out, your face twisting up a bit as if you were in pain, “please I ne-AHH”
Before you were even able to finish begging, he shoved himself inside you so violently you couldn’t help but scream again. You tried to say something but you couldn’t; Your voice came out to the cadence of his rapid thrusts, and your words were just a jumbled mess. It even felt like you might have been drooling a little bit, too.
Your eyes started to close in pure ecstasy as he fucked and stuffed you harder than anyone had ever before, but you felt his hand across your cheek as he slapped you awake; and grabbed your face to make you look at him.
He was so in love with you. Even now, after everything, after the way he’s treated you, the way he fucks you; you look at him with more love and admiration in your eyes for him than anyone he’s ever seen.
There’s no way he’s letting you go now.
A/N: ahhhh I wrote something! This is just a quick lil series I’m doing about “moments” w/the characters, they’ll range from all ratings and genres !
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apart of the meet cute: gone wrong series, click here for more!
pairing: shigaraki tomura x reader
words: 8.7k
prompt: "getting paired up at a dance class"
warnings: enemies to lovers, cunnilingus, dom!shigaraki, sensual dancing, tit play, fingering, hand kink, doggystyle, protected sex, alcohol, frat party, complicated relationship
  You’d absolutely lost the class registration lottery. After days, even weeks of agonizing over what classes filled which requirements and yet still gave you enough wiggle room to have your off days, you were exhausted. Everything was planned to a tee, and your dismayed face was evident as you told your roommate the dreadful news.
“I have to take a dance class! A partner dancing class! I might as well drop out,” you cry forlornly, looking at Nejire’s baby blue rug in frustration.
“It can’t be that bad! I mean, at least the professor’s good, right? Nemuri Kayama, I think. She’s one of the best; you’re in good hands,” your friend pets your head softly before leaping onto her plush bed, “maybe you’ll even dance with someone cute! You should keep your head high.”
“...Well, I guess. If I’m with a creep, I’m gonna be so annoyed! How are you so positive?”
Nejire seems to think over her answer before giving you a teasing grin, “because I got the schedule I wanted.”
“Nejire!”
She’d reassured you she was just joking, but it was true. If you were in her position, you’re sure you’d be glad to have everything work out how you want it to. Sucking it up, you were determined not to let a stupid class ruin your well-earned GPA. You don your best comfy clothes and arrive ten minutes early at the studio. 
A couple of people are hanging out in the studio, and there’s a pleasant buzz of chatter while you sit. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. People continued trickling in, and before you could realize it, your professor clapped her hands.
“Good morning, everyone!”
Your face burns a bit hot, was she supposed to wear such tight (and revealing!) clothing? She quickly introduces herself even with all the muttering, “I hope today goes as well for you as it does for me, and I want you to all know that this class will excite you, will make you feel, and most importantly is a lot of fun!”
Everyone around you seems to be either drinking in your professor’s appearance or wondering if they should drop the class; you’re thinking the latter, too, until she drops a bomb on the students.
“You’re all too uptight! You know what? Partner up!”
It feels like you’re about to faint. Looking left, people are making eyes and nodding at each other. Looking right, it’s the same thing, and your heart stops at the realization that you don’t have a partner. There’s so much chatter and commotion as people enter the room to find a clear spot for this cruel icebreaker. 
“Does anyone not have a partner?”
You almost don’t raise your hand, but you have to. Red-hot shame is coursing through your veins. Could this get any worse?
Thankfully, a lanky and pale arm shoots into the sky alongside yours. Before you know it, Nemuri pushes you two toward each other and moves on to the assignment.
“First, say hello. These will be your partners for the rest of the semester, so make sure you like them! I know some of you are gonna date outside of class, and don’t get handsy over there!”
He’s very tall. You have to actually look up at his grumpy face to see him. His hair falls flat, looks damaged, and your cheek twitches. He’s not ugly! If he cared for his hair and maybe got more sleep… dare you say it, he could be cute.
Shigaraki towers over you easily, eyes raking your form (noting that he can see your perky tits in your bra from this advantage.) You look alright, but he’s getting the feeling that you think he’s weird, “you can stop looking at me like an animal.”
“I wasn’t! I really wasn’t,” you offer your hand and introduce yourself, “I really like your skull necklace!”
It feels like a ruse, and Shigaraki reluctantly takes your hand with a bored face, “I’m Shigaraki. Thanks.”
While others seemed to be faring better with their partners, it feels off-putting that he won’t even try to converse with you. If he’s going to have his hands on you, how could he act so cold!?
“Well, jeez. Don’t try to say it all at once,” you mumble sourly, to which your partner scoffs.
“It’s just a class. It’s not even important.”
“It’s important to me,” and you don’t like this guy.
“Then maybe you should find a different partner.”
You look like a kicked puppy when he says that, but he doesn’t take it back and mentally stews in his harshness. Maybe he should make a better effort… you were cute, he supposed. You had great tits, and you complimented his necklace.
Turning back to Nemuri, you can’t think of anything to say to that. Even though you don’t know him, it still stings a bit and your confidence leaks. Were you really that down on your luck?
Nemuri begins, telling each duo to get in a typical slow-dance pose for fun and to “get to know each other more.” It’s starting to get a little creepy, but you wind your arms around Shigaraki’s shoulders anyways. He rests his hands casually on your waist but doesn’t hold you like others. 
“Aren’t you supposed to hold my waist?”
He snickers, “do you want me to?”
Trying to talk to this man is pointless, but you almost smile at his response anyway.
“Just don’t be weird!”
“No promises,” and he’s glad to see you smile at his pervertedness.
Shigaraki decides to be nicer right then and there, in his own way.
Nemuri instructs you to casually slow dance and continue conversing; she even adds music to jazz up the class, which surprisingly works. Your nerves are melting away like butter, and Shigaraki seems to have mildly warmed up to you.
“So… Do you like to dance?”
“Fuck no.”
His bluntness makes you giggle, “yeah, me either. Except at, like, parties. But I wouldn’t really call it dancing!”
“You go to parties?”
“Sometimes! I have a lot of friends who go, so it’s like an outing every time! Do you go to parties?”
It feels kind of dumb to ask that question. No offense to him, but you’re already suspecting his answer before he gives it. He twirls you, and you feel a rush of butterflies.
“Not really. People don’t want a zombie dude at their parties,” his voice is gravelly but smooth, “but I’ve been to a few.”
“They’re fun!”
Before you can continue finding common ground, Nemuri is hollering about reading the syllabus and upcoming material you’ll cover. Shigaraki quickly gets his hands off you, and your heart aches.
“Hey, do you want to exchange social media?”
He’s already got his bag halfway on your shoulder, giving you an unimpressed look.
“I don’t use social media,” and he shuffles even closer to the parade of students exiting the lecture hall.
“Oh. Well, your number?”
You feel yourself grow hot when all he does is smirk and input your digits into his phone.
“There, do you need anything else?”
What happened to the Shigaraki from a few minutes ago? He seems to be in a rush, but you can’t help but feel hurt by his mood swings. Was he always going to be this irritable? Was he going to be someone you could count on in this class?
“...I guess not. Bye.”
He’s out of the room before you realize it, gingerly grabbing your stuff and worrying your lip. This class would be a piece of work, and you couldn’t find your footing so far. Maybe you should just drop it? But you really need that humanities credit and…
“It’s Nejire! Pick up the phone!” 
Nejire’s self-imposed ringtone is heard through your AirPods. The stress is already leaking out of your body just hearing her voice. If you had a girlfriend, she’d be it. You answer cheerily, “hey!”
“Hey! Are you coming back from class right now?”
“Yeah, I just got out. You have to hear about this; my partner sucks!”
Well… you’re embellishing. He doesn’t suck, but he’s not great.
“Aw man, really? I can’t believe it! I thought for sure it was gonna go okay….”
“It’s whatever! I’m over it,” you weren’t. “Why’d you call?”
“Oh! If you’re up for it, Phi Psi is having a party tonight! Do you wanna go?”
Hmm, ironic since you were just talking about parties. Maybe it’d be nice, and perhaps it’d be good to let loose for a couple of hours. The memory of Shigaraki telling you that he goes to some parties replays in your mind, but you try to ignore it.
“Sure! We can go. What’s the theme?”
Pajamas, she’d said. You know that your silk sleep set is more lingerie than anything else, but your nerves are buzzing with pre-gamed shots of vodka and the promise of attractive people buttering you up. Looking around, it’s a typical college party, and you’re already feeling warm from how guys eye you like you’re the hottest thing there.
Shigaraki thinks so and turns the corner, missing your flushed wandering eyes.
“We needa dance!”
Nejire babbles excitedly, Mirio accompanying her while she clutches your bicep.
“Mhm, mhm! Let me get another drink first!”
Mirio keeps Nejire’s legs from buckling and smiles, “we’ll be right here!”
You weave in and out of people, vision getting hazier and every touch feeling electric. A man starts pouring your drink, giving you a dazzling smile. He opens his mouth to talk, but you’re suddenly caged against the fence and face to face with Shigaraki’s chest.
“Wha?”
“Hey.”
He watches you search his eyes for a minute, teetering slightly as you sip the mix of alcohol and punch. Then, there’s remembrance, and you’re leaping joyfully into his chest. It feels… nice, and he gingerly pats your back before steadying you on the balls of your feet.
“Hey! I didn’t know you were going to be here. My friends are over there,” you point past his shoulder, and he sees a guy chasing a girl around, “hiii, Nejire!”
You’re pretty cute when you’re drunk, elongating words and joy coming out of you like a waterfall. A dainty hand grabs a bony one, and you’re about to drag Shigaraki toward your friends to “meet them!”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” harsher than he meant to, he rips his hand away, “how drunk are you?”
You give an offended huff, “I’m not drunk! I only had a c-oop! A couple of shots! And this drink! It’s not even a lot….”
Shigaraki feels tempted to be childish and poke fun at you. Boop your nose and pull your hair, but you’re suddenly lost in thought and fascinated with your slippers.
“You look drunk.”
“Well, ’m not. I don’t even know why I’m talking to you right now,” and you’re suddenly invigorated and wanting to seek out your friends, but the first step sends you wobbling right into Shigaraki.
The boy yelps, hands gripping your shoulders and steadying you, “watch it!”
“Let go of me!”
Some onlookers look on, peering eyes, and boys puffing their chests out in case they need to step in. Shigaraki’s mind goes blank, and all he can think of is that you’re so fucking annoying, and why does he still want to help you?
Why did he think of you while fucking his fist in bed last night? He shushes you and crosses his arms.
“Do you want to walk home by yourself?”
You look like a child, happily saying” yes” and nodding proudly. Unfortunately, Shigaraki’s plan failed; you were too happy to wander off alone. He’s reminded of a time when people used to call him creepy when he was smaller and more bug-eyed.
“Oh, okay. Sure, get murdered. See if I care.”
This makes you react like you’re actually thinking about the consequences now. Mulling it over, you chew the inside of your lip and let your head roll back against the fence.
“...Well, I don’t wanna be murdered….”
“Then let me take you home.”
“Since when are you nice?!”
It may sting a bit, but he shows no emotion. He takes a calm breath and blows the air out through his nostrils. There are no words at first, and you’re looking at him with a glint in your eye, and he wonders what you look like when you laugh. When you cry or when you get really excited.
“You don’t even care about me.”
“... You’re my dance partner.”
He’s sure his heart overrode his brain. There’s no way he could say something so cheesy. It makes your heart pound; what did he mean by that? Your drunk brain couldn’t decipher how he presented his feelings, but then he was offering you a hand like a prince.
You never thought you’d call Shigaraki prince-like, and you’re worried that this might spiral out of control soon. Letting him lead you away, you figure that that’s definitely what will happen.
“Who’s room is…?”
Shigaraki has no idea and frankly can’t be bothered to care that he’s stumbling into a random frat guy’s room, “don’t know. Don’t really care?”
He tries to take your shoes off at least, but you’re unceremoniously dropping yourself onto the bed like a fish out of water. Shigaraki feels his cheek twitch in annoyance, and then you’re turning your head with a jutted lip.
“Are you gonna lie?”
“Am I going to what?”
He assures himself you’re too drunk to understand what you’re saying. There’s no reason for you to ask that other than the need to not be alone. You’d never ask that because you genuinely wanted, no, trusted Shigaraki to stay with you. He’d never believe it, but his feet carried him to the edge of the bed, and then he sank into the soft mattress.
It’s quiet, maybe too quiet. The music’s bass thrums through the floors, but all Shigaraki can hear is your soft breath. He doesn’t even realize you’re looking at him in the dimness of his room until he turns his head. His breath catches in his throat. Have you always been so pretty?
The alcohol makes you too sleepy too fast, and it feels like this moment is slipping away from you like you’re trying to cup water in your hands. It’s leaking out of you, and then his red eyes lock onto yours. 
“Why don’t you like me?”
“What do you mean,” and it comes out almost wounded.
“I-hic. I mean, like, when you suddenly act so… mean.”
For the first time in a long time, Shigaraki feels rendered speechless. He wants to jump up and run out of the room like the child he once was, but he can’t find the strength to pull away from your gaze.
“...I don’t know.”
“Why?”
“I just don’t,” and he finally breaks eye contact to look through the window behind you, “you don’t have to pity me, then.”
“I don’t!” 
The end of your words slurs, and you know you’ll lose yourself to the intoxicating feelings of sleep soon.
“I just… I want to like you.”
“Like me?”
You smile widely before you lean forward and press a kiss to his nose. He even goes cross-eyed to try and follow your movements.
“You’re kinda… cute. But, you’re mean. So just be nice! Okay?”
He’s not even sure why he goes along with it.
“Okay.”
Your eyes close, and for a second, he thinks he’s finally free from this impromptu analysis of… well, him. But, you beat him to the chase and whisper quietly.
“I meant it.”
“What?”
“That you’re cute.”
One eye peeks open when he doesn’t respond, and the embarrassment that should be there is only replaced with pure elatedness. His eyes sparkled a bit more. It makes you think that you should compliment him more. You shut your eyes.
“You’re going to be embarrassed tomorrow.”
Maybe he waited too long, but all he knows is that your soft snores escape you quickly, and his heart warms at the sound. It shouldn’t, but it does. He falls asleep shortly after and dreams of a faceless girl who dances with him all night. The girl always keeps smiling at him no matter how stiff he is.
It’s a beautiful dream.
-
Shigaraki’s kind enough to shake you awake just past dawn, and the splitting headache doesn’t make the visual of him leaning over you with a gentle hand easier to see. 
“Hey. Wake up. Some frat dude is gonna yell at you.”
The idea of someone barging in makes you move to sit up and groan, “do you have any water?”
“No. Get up, hurry,” and he’s tugging you off the bed.
It was a bad idea, your sleep-addled brain lagging and causing you to flop directly into a firm chest, “watch out!”
“I’m sorry! I’m barely awake,” and it comes out like a whine, “can we get water?”
You almost think he’ll say no, tell you to fuck off and get water yourself. But, he makes a move you would’ve never expected, calmly lacing his hand with yours and steadying you on your feet.
“Fine, let’s just get going already.”
Was this the Shigaraki you’d met? Had he been replaced by a clone that happened to be identical to the tone of voice? The feeling of a bony hand in yours is unreal. You can hardly take your eyes off the entanglement while Shigaraki urges you to come down the stairs faster than you are.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Did I say something weird last night?”
It comes out in a whisper, and Shigaraki feels like going to college was a huge mistake when he pulls his hand away and holds it close to himself like you’re injured. Like he injured you.
So, be nice! Okay?
“Shigaraki?”
“You said I was cute.”
He’s blushing as he blurts it out like it’s a defense mechanism to keep you from getting closer. You rack your brain for the precise wording, but you can only remember bits and pieces of lying down to look at each other.
Did you really call him cute? You gnaw on your lip and look away, but as you glance at him again, you know you definitely did say that. Your lips turn upwards, the hilarity of you having to double-check while sober if you meant what you’d said...
Shigaraki was even hot now that you really looked at him, even with the tsundere thing going on.
“Well… well! I was drunk! Besides, you can’t tell me you didn’t like hearing it.”
“No, I didn’t. You’re mistaken.”
“What’s that, huh? Why do you look like a tomato, hm?”
He wants to throttle you, wagging your finger in his face and poking his cheek like he’s a zoo animal. 
“I should’ve just left you up there, let you get eaten by wolves.”
“But you didn’t.”
You’re right. Somehow in the mix of pushing you away and being pulled closer, he still stayed there the whole night to keep you safe. He still woke you early enough to escape the wolves lurking in the nearly destroyed frat house. He could’ve let you be eaten by wolves, but he didn’t.
“...Well, whatever. Let’s go.”
“Mkay.”
It’s surprising how you decide to drop the subject. This strange attraction thrummed in your bones, urging you to do something about this little… crush. You let him guide you out the door and towards his car, a beat-up little Toyota. It’s red, too, like his eyes. Maybe it was on purpose.
“You’re okay to drive?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Shigaraki drives recklessly, you note. The way his hands grip the wheel, tires screeching as he swerves out into the abandoned street and takes off. It should make you scared, want to yell, and demand he let you out. Only he gives you a quick glance and smirks. 
You really should talk to Nejire before you decide to fuck him. His music taste blares out of old speakers, a mix of rock and metal that wakes you like a good cup of coffee. You’re about to lose yourself to the Foo Fighters song, but then he snaps the knob down to zero and clears his throat. 
“You owe me.”
“I owe you what? I don’t owe you,” you even cross your arms for effect.
How cute.
“For taking care of you, ruined my night,” he’s lying, and he knows he’s lying, but he can’t help but take a chance.
Take a chance and see if you really mean it, if he’s not just making things up because you want to be nice. The part that runs deep in his blood tells him it can’t be true, and he hopes that, for once, he’s wrong.
“Psh, ruined. You love being around me. That’s why you get like that,” you push it even further, “you just don’t know how to tell me you want me.”
He doesn’t know what to say, and you’re carelessly whistling a tune while picking at your nails. 
“We have to practice our dance for class,” smooth, peaceful transition.
“Right! Tomorrow evening, in one of the practice rooms, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for walking me home.”
Shigaraki repeats his reply, and you note that he seems distracted. You wonder if you also seem distracted; you had a lot to think about!...
And all Shigaraki could think about was holding your waist in his hands. It made his heart thump in his chest. God.
The walk to the practice room was cold, and you were thankful for your quick thinking of wearing leg warmers like a ballerina. You’re unsure if Shigaraki is already there, but you’re shaking off the cold as quickly as possible while storming into the building.
He is there! His phone’s hooked up to a small speaker, and the pale blue walls make him shine even in dark clothing. His hair shakes when he gives you a blithe wave, “hey. Took you long enough.”
“Hey! I came as fast as I could. Is that your speaker?”
“Mm, no. My roommate’s, uh… Dabi? You don’t know him.”
Oh, you’ve heard of him. Frankly, this should be an even bigger red flag, but you pay it no mind and shrug, “I might’ve heard of him.”
He chuckles at that. So you have heard of him.
“Well, anyway. He never uses it, so I took it.”
“Wow, evil.”
You drop your bag next to his, a frumpy black backpack with suspicious stains. You sidle close to him, peering at his Spotify while he scrolls for the correct song.
“You should show me your Spotify account!”
“God no, you’ll never see it. C’mon, we need to get this over with.”
“Whaaaat? You don’t want to hang out and stall practicing with me?”
He’s gotten warmer since your first meeting, lips quirked up as he drops his phone and crosses his lazy arms, “nope.”
“Fine! We can practice, and maybe later, I can steal your phone for your Spotify.”
“Yeah, yeah,” his voice dips a bit lower, “c’mere.”
Something inside of you ignites, but you force yourself to ignore it while wrapping your arms around his shoulders; he slumps a bit to accommodate you, making the fire even hotter. You melt like butter into him. The two of you fit perfectly. You could feel it.
The melody is something from an old movie, gentle and sweet with a romantic vibe. It’s causing tension between you and Shigaraki.
It’s making you want to kiss him.
“You stepped on my foot,” he whispers while twirling you in a half-circle.
Squeaking a quiet apology, he rolls his eyes and dips you a tad, “you seem distracted.”
You can hardly hear him over “Easy Lovers” playing in the background. It’s consuming you whole like you might not ever breathe again.
“Do I?”
“Maybe I just don’t know you that well enough,” and you twirl again.
It’s just practicing for class, for a dumb class that wouldn’t even matter in four years. But you didn’t think of anything at that moment, just that you were pressing soft lips against chapped ones with a feeling of passion behind it. Even if he lacked lip balm, the sensation of him gripping your shirt made everything seem so much hotter. Sweeter.
He even has the gall to swipe his tongue over your lip like he’s the one who took the leap and kissed you first. You know that Shigaraki was too shy to kiss you first. 
“...”
It’s dead silent, his Spotify queue echoing automatically and filling the room with music you don’t think you’ve ever heard. Shigaraki nearly shivers at the confused gleam in your eyes.
“It’s called shoegaze.”
“Shoegaze?”
“Yeah,” and he’s barely finishing the word before taking your cheek in hand and bringing you back to him.
Your breath hitches and you want to get so close the two of you nearly fuse together. Dainty hands tangled in his hair, all raggedy and muted like his skin or clothes. Something about how his bony fingers dig into the curve of your waist keeps your head spinning, and you don’t even realize he owns you by pressing you against the wall and licking the inside of your mouth.
“Sh-aah.”
The moan wasn’t too loud, but it echoed in his head. Shigaraki has never been the type to be so openly carnal and animalistic, and yet it was coming out with every kiss he dotted on the skin of your neck. He could fuck you here if he was so pleased, and briefly, he worried when he felt his cock stir in his pants.
You bring him back to you, grasping like a lifeline and laving over the slickness of his mouth and how he was strong enough to carry you just off the ground. It was stupidly hot; when did he get all this power? It’s like it overtook him, and the two of you part; neither of you wanted to.
“We need to stop.”
“But can’t we–”
“No. Not here,” he mulls over his following words with an annoyed look, “and I don’t have a condom.”
You nearly burst out laughing in his face, dry heaving and keeling over. But it’ll upset him, and that’s the last thing you want. “Oh, well, I’m on birth control?”
“Stop.”
He seems firm in his decision, but you can’t help but wiggle your hips toward him enticingly. Maybe he’ll cave, let you give him a handjob or something. I mean, that’s not that bad, right?
“Please?”
Shigaraki would usually feel irritation rise quickly and overwhelm him, but his eyes flicker down to your wandering hands and wiggling hips. Well, he was serious about not wanting to fuck here, but…
“I’m only doing this so you’ll be quiet!”
He sinks to his knees. You salivate at sight, brimming with joy and confidence. His thumbs hook in your belt loops, and he tenderly runs his hands over your thighs, “grab onto the ballet bar.”
You don’t think you’ll collapse to your knees, but you’re shaking in anticipation because he looks like he knows what he’s doing. The way he swiftly tugs your leggings and panties down in one go, you can feel your arousal smearing your thighs; you were already horny just from kissing him.
Finally, he looks relaxed, parting your puffy lips and admiring your dripping hole.
“It’s cute.”
“Shut up,” you’re breathless already with how you can feel his breath right where you need him.
Then, he’s licking from your clenching hole to the nub of your clit, the glide slick with spit as he gets to work.
“Shigaraki!”
You nearly scream, legs angling in too close, but his surprisingly firm grip keeps you how he wants you. Your hands wrench around the ballet bar as he licks every fold so he can taste as much of you as possible. 
It’s wonderful, and you know now that he does in fact, know what he’s doing, especially with how his nose and cheeks are beginning to shine with arousal. He’s eating you like a man starved like he can’t get enough from fucking you on his tongue; he needs more and more. He licks into your hole, savoring every drop with a clench on your ass that’ll leave bruises for days.
He sucks your clit between his lips before pulling away with a pop, “you’re such a fucking brat.”
“I know, I know, and I’m sorry! Just keep,” and you tilt your hips towards his shiny lips again, “please? Feels so good….”
It’s rewarding how he flattens his tongue to grind up your slit, devouring you like he had too much time to practice. The way he toys with your pussy; makes your legs shake and your back arch off the mirror displaying your debauchedness.
Shigaraki mumbles something, but you’re too busy tilting your hips into his face and making him nearly unable to breathe as you tremble on his tongue. He tonguefucks you, digging deep with obscene slurping noises echoing around you, “oh, fuuuuck.”
Your hands entangle in his white strands, grounding you while you speed towards your orgasm like a rocket setting into space. Shigaraki seems to sense your quickened breaths and gyrating hips; his hands grip your ass cheeks to pull you closer as he makes you creamy. He holds you in place, forcing you to feel his tongue grinding flat circles over your clit before dipping down to lap over your pussy. He acts as if it’s a dessert. Like it’s a real treat to eat you out.
He pulls away, mildly huffing out of breath, “stop moving.”
Soft pecks are placed on your inner thighs as he lets you grow needier and needier through pussy neglect, “Shigaraki, please.”
“Please, what? You’re so selfish,” and he gives a hard suck to your clit, “I should just leave you here.”
 “No! No, don’t!” 
His rough treatment of you makes you jump, but he doesn’t leave you like he threatened. Instead, he kissed the mound of soft curls in the apex of your thighs, nose curving down the slope of your thigh as his breath barely ghosted over your slick lips.
“I want you to be the one that makes me feel good,” maybe if you lay it on thick, he’ll be forced to listen to you!
Instead, all he rewards you with is an unreadable look, but then he’s diving back in between your legs, and you can’t focus on what that look means because Shigaraki will make you cum.
“Yes, yes! Keep going, hah… your tongue’s so deep!”
The wet sounds make you flush, and his intensity makes you jump to your tip-toes and tilt away from the warm, wet mouth that chases you no matter how you tilt your hips.
Your legs are shaking, threatening to close, and the stretched coil snap could happen anytime you’re barely saying, “feel like I’m gonna, gonna c-ungh. Gonna cum…!”
He keeps going. Determined and sloppy with how he’s not even taking a second to breathe. You’re nearly there, humping his face with moans of his name that turn his ears pink. A hand snakes up your leg, and there’s a wet squelch as he easily slips two fingers inside. The stretch is delicious torture, and you cum while crying out.
“Shigaraki!”
His fingers help you ride out your orgasm, the remnants glistening on his fingers as your cream sticks to them lewdly before he sucks the essence off. He stands once you’ve regained yourself. 
“Pretty good,” and he gives his hand one last lick; he can’t even stop the snark from appearing.
“Shut up! You’re so embarrassing.”
“Yeah, yeah, didn’t I just make you cum? All whiny, ‘ah, ah! Shigaraki mmph!’ right?”
“No! Not even right at all,” and he casually leans over you with his hands on the ballet bar as if you two were dating as if he was actually your boyfriend, “...but thank you.”
“Thank you?”
“Well, well, I mean! Thank you for… indulging me.”
You had trailed off, not even realizing how close he was to your ear until he whispered a gravelly, “you’re so very welcome for making you cum, if that’s what you mean.”
Neither of you speaks. You can’t help but look down and notice the bulge in his pants. He seems unbothered, but leaving him high and dry feels unfair.
“Do you want me to…?”
He gives a quick glance down but shakes his head, “Nah. We should just wrap all of this up, though.” 
“Right,” and yet you don’t stop thinking about it while both of you make the practice room look neat again.
Even while walking you back home, his second time, Shigaraki knows that there’s something secretive on your mind.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing! Just tired.”
“...Right.”
He stares at you for too long before you head into your dorm. You know what’s coming but don’t make the first move. He’s quick about it, but he does kiss you. It’s so fast, sweet, and low stakes that you smile warmly at him.
“Goodnight, Shigaraki.”
The boy nods, pulling up his hoodie, “night.”
You can’t wait to tell Nejire all about it.
“You what?! You had sex with Shigaraki?!”
Nejire’s in disbelief, nearly falling off her bed as she bolts towards your side of the room, “you really did?”
“Other people can probably hear you! But, well, yeah. It wasn’t like we went all the way or anything! He just went down on me,” the pink in your cheeks is evident while you begin to unravel the story.
“Wait, where was this again?”
“Oh. The, well, the practice room?”
“The practice room?!.”
She suddenly bursts into laughter, and you feel your cheeks twitching as you squeeze her hands, “c’mon, it’s not funny!”
“No, no, it’s not. I didn’t think Shigaraki would eat pussy in the practice room!”
Sometimes you regret telling your roommate anything, but it took the edge off thinking about how he hadn’t texted you. Should you expect a text? You figured it would be something lighthearted, but he just went radio-silent. Just like that, it hurt, you had to admit. But, you weren’t gonna let him get away with it. You’ll get your payback soon, finally get him to realize what he’s really feeling.
You hope it’s the same as what you’re really feeling.
Then, the day of your presentation is like the sunrise. Knowing everyone would be watching you didn’t ease your nerves. Considering Shigaraki had been ignoring your texts since the last time you met, it felt like he was contributing to your anxiety just as much as the actual dance! You could hardly get dressed, shrugging on your comfiest yet presentable clothes. 
Maybe he thought it was a mistake, and your fingers were itching to send a text. Nejire had advised you to send something short and sweet before leaving for the day, and you finally cave while brushing your teeth.
[Dance Partner]: Do you want to meet up before class?
Shigaraki lay in bed, still in pajamas and debating whether to drop out. His heartbeat spikes at the message, and it feels so dumb to get excited over a mere text. He’d been practicing, unbeknownst to you, spending so much time in the bathroom with the door locked to practice his footwork that he’d gotten an angry text from his roommate.
[Shigaraki]: I think it’s fine
Part of you wonders if he’ll show up at all.
[Dance Partner]: I’m nervous.
He doesn’t reply, but he feels the same. Eventually, he meandered his way to his closet to pick his outfit. Yeah, he was nervous too. 
You spot him first, and part of you wants to wave him over but he seems to hardly look up. This was all fruitless. You should’ve never done anything in that practice room. Tears prickle your vision at the sudden emotion of it, a test, and knowing a guy wants nothing to do with you? It sucks much more than you thought it would.
“Hey.”
He’s calm, voice smooth and honeyed as he sits next to you. Hopefully, he doesn’t notice your glassy eyes.
“Hey.”
The silence passes between you as more people file in, and Nemuri sets up the class materials. 
“I don’t think you should be nervous,” he pauses to side-eye you, “I’ve been practicing.”
“You have?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to give you a bad grade, and I need to pass.”
He put you first, and maybe it’s dumb to analyze his order of priorities, but it makes you feel special, “I think we’ll do well.”
You finally turn to look at him, and he’s already looking at you.
“Stop acting weird.”
“I-I’m not! I’m just nervous!”
“Yeah, right,” and a gentle hand settles on your knee, “I know what you’re thinking. About the practice room.”
“You’re the one that didn’t text me back.”
He doesn’t reply right away, but you know he feels terrible. The way he swallows and clenches his free fist, the regret is a bit palpable.
“...I know, and I’m sorry.”
He squeezes your knee for emphasis, “genuinely.”
You suppose it’s okay, mumbling that you forgive him and relishing in the burn that his hand leaves on your leg. Nejire clears her throat, and you listen to her instructions. His hand doesn’t leave your knee.
She calls your names about halfway into class, and suddenly the lights seem too bright once you’re on stage. You can feel your leg shaking as you stand interlocked with Shigaraki. He looks calm and collected. If anything, he seems to be more worried about you. 
Indeed he can feel your anxiety shakes, and then his thumb rubs the space between your collarbones. It suddenly feels like everything will be alright.
“Are you two ready?”
You squeak out a “yes!” and Shigaraki merely nods; the music follows, and you retreat into your mind to remember every step.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers softly, and you feel like you could do anything.
The two of you dance to the same song in the practice room while you swim across the floor with grace, the type of grace that’s only there because you have a connection. It comes effortlessly, Shigaraki leading with you following as he steadily guides you by your waist. 
You remember to make eye contact, and your breath is stolen because your biggest fears have been confirmed. You like Shigaraki. You want him carnally. More than anything in the world, you move like two souls on the same plane. Everything about it is perfect.
He stops the momentum, your upper half steadily supported by a hand that shows so much tenderness between your shoulder blades. The two of you were breathing softly, near exhaustion with the way your bodies swirled together into one.
“Excellent! Very nice. Any critiques?”
The spell is broken, and you’re collecting your breath while smoothing your clothes. Whew, that was something. Your eyes track toward Shigaraki’s, and he’s looking at you again.
“I thought you guys looked very clean,” said a meek girl desperate to escape the room’s silence.
You offer a “thanks” and note the critique of better posture, among other surface criticism. Nemuri writes on her clipboard, smiling and nodding, “excellent, thank you, you two.”
“I have to go, excuse me.”
He leaves you alone on the stage to race up the stairs to collect his backpack. You’re knocked out of a trance and thrown into deep waters, and Nemuri begins to call the next names.
“Hiroshi, is your partner not here? Oh, and,” she turns back to you, “you can take a seat now.”
You do.
It’s time to settle this, Shigaraki decides. There’s a three-day break coming up, and his mind has been looping back to it every passing class. He couldn’t keep running away from you anymore after you were assigned different partners for the next dance. If he doesn’t act, he’ll completely lose you.
And for the record, Nemuri was a liar. Could she not see the connection between you two? Even he could see it, and he wished he couldn’t.
It felt like you were slipping away, partnered with someone else, and Shigaraki had been conversing with you sparsely. It was torture, Hell on Earth if he had to imagine it. You’re getting lost in the waves, and he’s losing his grip.
Meanwhile, you’ve been getting on top of your classwork and contacting your new dance partner, Eijirou. It doesn’t feel the same of course, not when you can feel Shigaraki’s eyes on you every time you’re in the arms of the redhead.
You don’t expect anything from him anymore; you pretend not to. The ding sounds from your phone, and you just know.
[Shigaraki]: hey
It makes your heart race, and you can feel your pulse thrumming in your neck.
[Her]: Hey
[Shigaraki]: wyd
[Her]: I’m not doing this
[Shigaraki]: come over
[Her]: No
[Shigaraki]: i wanna see you
You want to slap yourself. Tell him there’s no way you can deal with his hot and cold nature. That even if you like him, he’s not good for you. You can’t, shouldn’t, wouldn’t, won’t.
[Her]: Come to my dorm and walk with me, it’s too dark and cold
[Shigaraki]: omw
Waiting feels painful. You spend a minute making sure you are moisturized and smelling good, and then eventually, he’s at the sliding door of the dorm. You’re wearing a simple long-sleeve, and you’re keen to pick up on the fact that he really brought you a coat.
“Hey,” you smile and eagerly embrace him the tiniest bit.
“Hey, take it. ‘M tired of holding it,” and your hands are brushing when you take the black hoodie to slip over your head.
The walk is quiet, and you can feel anticipation climbing up your spine as the two of you grow closer and closer. The cold is nonexistent, not with the warmth you feel because of the boy beside you.
“Is your roommate home?”
He shakes his head, hand steady as he slips the key into the lock and brings you into his space. The lights flicker on, and you’re smiling at his side of the room. Dark, a bit punk, and he’s totally unashamed of it. He drops the keys in the bowl, turning his head first before fully facing you.
“So–”
You’re rushing to jump into his arms, connecting your lips effortlessly in a kiss that soothes all aches you’d ever had about him. You knew he would catch you, and you fit like the sun and moon. The connection makes you heave into the kisses, leaning into the slickness of saliva coating your lips while he pushes you against the nearest wall. 
It feels like dancing, the way your tongues slide against each other with a fierceness while he shrugs off his jacket. You’re already wet, impossibly wet, and the mewls come out despite you trying to swallow them. The need for him is so strong you’re dropping your legs to move things along.
“You’re so fucking hot,” pressing his forehead against yours, “holy shit.”
“You wanna see more?”
Peeling off the sweatshirt to catch your curves worn under the fitted long-sleeve. His hand circles your lower back, eyes locked onto how your tits nearly spill out of its v-neck. They’re so easy to hold; his hand is already sliding up your side to the underside of your breasts. 
“Can I?”
“Of course,” you whisper while tugging his hand to squeeze your tits, sighing at the contact.
“No bra?”
“What, you, ah! You want it to get in the way?”
“God, no,” His other hand meets your other tit, fully groping you, and his eyes nearly crimson with need.
His hardness is apparent, the bulge nudging against your thigh while his knee applies delicious pressure to your aching clit; you can’t stop your hips from grinding up against his leg.
“Kiss me,” and he’s quick to shut you up, hands raking under your shirt to feel skin on skin.
“Shigaraki!”
He could listen to you say that all day, but he can’t stand how the two of you are still so tightly clothed. Your shirt comes up, and you’re quick to immediately tug it off and grind on his leg again. It’s sticky, hot, and heady as the two of you dry-hump against the only space on the wall. 
“Wait, we should…we should move to the bed,” and he doesn’t seem to hear you with how he lurches forward to lick into your mouth, “Sh-Shigaraki.”
The kisses only stop for a moment, but then he’s pushing away from the wall and guiding you by the hands to the bed. He slips off his sweatpants, leaving his boxers on, and you mirror him. It almost feels too intimate when he stares at you once settled on top of you, and you can’t take it.
His hand circles your nipple slowly, making you arch at the feeling of him toying with your chest, “mm!”
Resting on his left hand, you watch as the bony hand travels downwards, swooping under your tit to glide past your belly button and reach the black band of your panties, “may I?”
You’ve never been so turned on, and you’re sure it’ll be smeared all over your thighs by the end of this tryst. Lifting your hips, he tosses the panties onto the floor, and your face burns with how your wetness immediately soaks his fingers when he runs them through your slit.
“You’re so wet, you’re that needy?”
“I just need you to touch me…!”
He gives a low hum, digits circling your clit so slowly that your legs jump closed, “keep them open.”
You’re getting desperate, eager to feel him slip his fingers inside and crook them up, but he’s so calm and attentive. Taking his time, he looks at every inch of your pussy with fire in his eyes. You’re dripping, and the slick sounds when he just barely slips his middle finger into your hole nearly echo.
Finally, he indulges you by slipping it in deep and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You can hardly breathe, toes curling as you hold his wrist to keep fingering you, “fuck, feels so good!”
He can only chuckle, curling his fingers and hitting that gooey spongy spot that arches your back and leaves muffled cries spilling through your fingers. It feels so good, too good, and you’re soaring as he finally starts to thrust his hand.
“Come on, let me hear what you have to say. Do you like it? Do you want more?”
“I wan, I want…!”
He forces his hand, adjusting to a steady rhythm that you can practically hear yourself getting close from the stimulation of being finger-fucked. Looking down at you, he’s keyed into every movement. Every noise and body twitch. It’s like he’s been possessed to make you cum, and you’re nearly there.
“Gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you grappled for your tit like a lifeline, and it was like a show with how he watched you tug at your chest.
It’s so desperate, and it feels perfect to finally be connected and feel the heat of his breath while he makes you cream on his hand. You’re at his mercy, and he knows it, “go on and cum. Wanna fuck you.”
You nearly black out, the tension snapping like a rubber band as you gyrate your hips. It’s debauched, but you hardly care when Shigaraki rubs a tight circle on your clit, “heh.”
“You’re,” you’re still panting, and he grins.
“I’m what?”
He’s shrugging his boxers off while you recover, and your clit throbs once he exposes his cock, lean and long like his fingers. 
“Nothing!”
“Cat got your tongue?”
You circle closer to him, watching eagerly as he slips the condom on with ease. Your mouth’s watering and you want to go down on him badly, but he has other plans. 
“Wanna do doggy?”
“Yeah,” and it’s the hottest sight he’s ever seen when you bend over, exposing your clenching hole waiting to be filled. Your ass is up in the air, and you look perfectly spread out for him. 
The slap on your ass makes you jump, but Shigaraki seems happy with the way he kneads the fat of your ass. His cock bumps into your pussy as he maneuvers himself, and the slickness of it sliding between your folds and bumping your clit makes you shake.
“God, I could fuckin’ tease you forever,” and he grips the base of his cock with a groan, “I don’t know why I waited so long.”
“I know! Why don’t you–”
He slides home, he’s not too girthy, but the length makes your arms shake while supporting your body, “oh god.”
“Yeah, fuckkk, yeah.”
It’s a slow rhythm, clearly reveling in the wet warmth and tightness of your hole; he’s got a death grip on your hip as he shallowly thrusts into you, “amazing pussy.”
You can only moan a “thanks” as he moves a bit more, cockhead dragging against your walls and then filling you back up till you feel like you can’t breathe. The bed creaks, and he starts pounding you so hard it cries. Jolting you forward, you can’t even lean away from how he plows himself into you, balls slapping against your clit, giving you aftershocks.
It’s messy, and he’s barely holding his rhythm because you’re squeezing around him so tight and he feels like he might shoot his load any second. He slows down for a mere second to rub your clit, lean body resting on yours as he moves his hips in tandem with yours.
He’s panting and is too stuck on your eyes rolling back to notice he’s inching closer and closer to his orgasm. The coil is hot in his tummy as he ravages you and makes you take all of him. The connection drives you wild, and soon you’re pushed face-first into the pillows as he fucks you like a fleshlight. 
“Fuck, fuck, oh my god,” and he fucking whimpers inside of you.
It sends your head spinning as he reaches his peak, a hand slapping your ass as the two of you move together. Your ass smacks against his lower abs, and the slick that coats the top of the hair around his base makes him heave, “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, gonna milk this sweet pussy.”
You barely crane your head to catch a view, and he looks heavenly, and his eyes draw shut. He’s barely even thrusting, just mashing into you deeper and harder. He opens his eyes, and the red in them turns nearly burgundy as he grunts.
“Shiga-Shigaraki…!”
One, two, and then he’s pinning you down with his body weight as his hips jerk up into you. You know he’s wearing a condom, but part of you wants to imagine the heat filling your insides and breeding you. The thought of it makes you squeeze around him, and his fingers leave bruises on tender parts of your flesh.
It takes a minute for your breath to calm. The feeling of satiation with Shigaraki still buried to the hilt in you feels so comforting that you could fall asleep. You’re barely there, thoroughly fucked and floating in space. He has enough strength to interlock your hands on top of you, and the two of you bask in the post-coital glow.
“You gonna get off me any time soon?”
He offers a steady deep breath before replying.
“Nope. It’s my reward for looking after you at that party.”
“Really? You’re still on that?”
Sidelining you again, you remember why he frustrates you so much once again. But it doesn’t hurt this time; it just feels good.
“Go on a date with me.”
“You can’t just change the subject like that!”
“Then go on a date with me, and I won’t have to.”
Your mouth flattens into a straight line, “you’re lame.”
Small kisses dot the curve of your neck as he finally pulls himself out of you. You leave in a flash to use the bathroom and return to the covers being pulled up just for you.
The two of you settle on meeting up next Monday.
[Shigaraki]: See you at the ice skating rink
You never knew Shigaraki would be one to skate between you two? He didn’t, either. He supposed you just bring out that side of him.
The side that likes dancing, ice skating, and you.
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Starstruck [rockstar! reader x tomura shigaraki]
cw: obsession(?), cursing
other: fem! reader, modern (quirkless) au, format is a bit funky bc i didn’t intend it to reach this length
wc: 3k
synopsis: tomura didn’t plan on falling for the frontwoman of some band he’s never heard of before, but once he saw you something changed. 
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✦ Tomura’s favorite band was in town and he wanted to have a good view of the stage, so he made sure to queue up early. Like most people, he was solely going for the headliners, without any real knowledge of the openers. 
✦ When doors finally opened, he managed to snag a spot close to center barricade. He was already annoyed at how close everyone was to him and he knew it would only get worse as the night went on. 
✦ The first openers went on and they didn’t catch his eye nor did they distract him from the bodies pressed against him. Their music felt too generic for his taste and the band members were dressed like every other person in the venue. Once they finished their set, he pulled out his phone to check how many songs the next band would be doing. He read that they would do anywhere from 5-8 songs depending on the night and he impatiently drummed his hands on the barricade and let out a sigh. 
✦ The crowd cheered as each member walked onto stage and he clapped along half-heartedly. That was until his eyes fell on you as you strutted out on stage towards the mic with your guitar in hand. He felt his chest swell with excitement as you introduced your band to the crowd. He took note of your name and watched eagerly as you began to play. 
✦ A couple songs in and everyone and everything else in the room disappeared in his eyes. All the bodies pressed against him faded, the murmurs of the strangers beside him were drowned out. Hell, even the other members on stage weren’t there to him. He was simply hooked on you, he found your presence alone intoxicating. 
✦ Tomura was so focused on you that he hadn’t noticed how he excitedly clapped his hands at the end of each song or how loud he yelled when you hit your high notes. You took note of him and made sure to flash him a smile. He felt his own smile on his face as he cheered you on. You sang some lines as you looked at him and again he felt something in him, a tinge in his chest. 
✦He had been to tons of shows in the past, but never had he gained so much interest so quickly. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself with such confidence or the way your eyes closed when you sang, clearly giving it all you had, or maybe it was the way the stage lighting hit you perfectly. Tomura couldn’t quite place it, but he wasn’t complaining. He was happy to have his eyes glued to such a beautiful girl like you, especially when you interacted with him so much. You made him feel special, and in his eyes, he was. It didn’t take that long before he was convincing himself that you thought the same things about him. 
✦ Before he knew it, you were announcing your last song and he frowned. You saw this happen in real-time and even gave him your own little pout and mouthed a little “I’m sorry.” 
✦ You were used to crowds writing you off as an opener and not really caring. You were also used to people who knew all the words by heart. The silver haired boy stood front row lay in a weird grey area. You could tell he didn’t know the words, yet you could hear him above all else. You wanted to win him over and unbeknownst to you, you already had. 
✦ You were sweaty and tired as you told the crowd that you’d be at the merch table after the show. You made sure to make eye contact to hopefully coax him to come by after, you saw his eyes light up as you did so. You and your band mates thanked the crowd. You pulled up the setlist that had been taped by your mic stand and saw a wall of hands fly up when you held it above your head. You watched as your bandmates tossed their setlists and picks into the crowd, but you already knew who you were giving yours to. 
✦ You walked to the edge of the stage and stretched your arm as far as you could to give it to your biggest supporter of the night. You thanked him with your hands over your heart and a little bow. You saw him smile and nod at you as he held the setlist in his hands. You walked off stage waving at the other attendees with your smile shining bright, head held high. 
✦ He held it in his hands astonished that you handed it to him. Most times artists just crumple it and throw it to someone, but you made the effort to come over to him. The way you smiled at him made his head spin, he looked at the paper in his hands and saw that it had kiss marks on it. The shade matched the lipstick you had been wearing and he assured himself that it was a sign. 
✦ The energy in the crowd grew as the minutes until the headliners came on stage edged closer to zero. Tomura’s energy grew as the minutes until he would get to see you dwindled down. He heard the first chords of their opening song start and immediately perked up. He had waited all day for this and he couldn’t believe it was happening. But, whenever there was a pause in between songs he found that he couldn’t keep focus on the band on stage. He loved their music, but he felt something different when it came to you. He zoned in and out when the music would play through the speakers, bass booming through his body. He jumped around and sang, he was having the time of his life. 
✦ When the band announced they were on their last song, Tomura froze. He felt a jolt of electricity through his body, he was nervous because the set ending meant he would meet you soon after, he wasn’t ready. He shook himself out of his head and lost himself in the music once more. 
✦ The drummer had thrown and drumstick into the crowd and Tomura ended up catching. When he turned to make his way out of the pit, his eyes fell on a young kid. He overheard the kid’s brother say something along the lines of “next time you’ll get it, buddy.” So without any hesitation he tapped the kid on the shoulder and extended the stick to him. The kid turned and squealed excitedly. “What are you supposed to say?” The brother chirped. “Th-thank you!” Tomura smiled at the two boys and went about making his way to you. 
✦ Most people would’ve kept it for themselves, but Tomura had a soft spot for kids at gigs. Reminded him of when he was young and all he wanted to do was go to shows. Plus, he already had the setlist from you and as far as he was concerned that was better than a drumstick from a drummer he didn’t even know the name of. 
✦ He saw the line at the merch table and his heart sank, no way you’d stay that long. He wasn’t going to give up though, but he figured he had enough time to fix himself up a bit. He wormed his way through the crowd and slipped into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. He combed his hands through his shaggy hair and tried to make himself presentable. He took off his hoodie and wiped the sweat from his body best he could. He took a deep breath before returning to the line, which was even longer now. 
✦ You looked at the line in between meeting people and signing things. You were amazed the line was this long, usually you were lucky if there was a handful or two waiting for you guys. Your members were visibly tired and they could tell most people only wanted to meet you anyways. You heard them mutter something amongst themselves as you posed for photos. One of them settled behind the merch table to take over sales, whilst the others walked off to help move the stage equipment to the trailer. 
✦ Shortly after, a worker from the venue came over to and said you had to pack up and get out of the venue. You looked at the people in line and frowned. You walked over to the merch table and told your fellow bandmate what the worker said. “What about these people?” You said. They proceeded to stand on the table and shout to the line that you’d be finishing the meet and greet in the parking lot since security was kicking you out. 
✦ Tomura heard what they had said and checked his phone for the time, it was already past midnight. His phone wasn’t even halfway in his pocket before a security guard came up to him and ushered him out. He looked at you waving to the line and smiled to himself. When he neared the doors he felt the cold air and quickly pulled his hoodie over his head. 
✦ He thought about the weather and how cold it was. He was hit with a wave of guilt, you would be waiting in the cold because of him. He saw the line form near the back of the venue and contemplated just walking to the subway station. He realized how silly it would be to leave after waiting this long and he had himself convinced that you’d be upset if you didn’t get to meet him. 
✦ You put on a jacket, but felt it ruined your outfit. You dug through your suitcase and found a flannel, you figured it was better than nothing and its colors matched your fit well. You walked out and saw the line, it was significantly shorter than it had been, but you didn’t blame them for going home. Your eyes trailed down the line and at the end you saw him, the boy that had looked up at you with such adulation during your set. You smiled and waved at him and he waved back sheepishly. 
✦ Tomura’s cheeks flushed when you waved at him, he was hoping that he could just play it off as the cold when he spoke to you. His hands felt tingly and his stomach was doing flips. With each step he took, the reality set in more and more. You were right there mere meters away from him. He saw how you smiled with the others and brought them in for hugs. He heard your laugh and nearly fell to his knees. He couldn’t believe how pretty it was. Your voice grew louder as he was the next person, and the last person, in line. He completely froze up as your kind eyes met his, he was starstruck. 
✦ You waved goodbye to the girl whose album you’d just signed then turned your attention to him. You smiled in his direction and opened your arms for him. He didn’t move and you pouted. “Come on, I don’t bite.” You tried to lighten the mood and cocked your head. 
✦ Slowly he walked into your embrace and wrapped his arms around you. Your warmth felt so comforting that he let the hug linger for a couple seconds before breaking it off. He mustered up all the courage he could to speak. “You were amazing tonight.” You held your head high and smiled before thanking him. “I’m glad you think so…” You trailed off trying to get his name. 
✦ “Tomura. Sorry, I should’ve led with that. I’m Tomura.” He looked at the ground when he spoke, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket, nervously twiddling his thumbs. “Well it’s nice to meet you Tomura, I’m y/n. Thank you so much for waiting, I know it’s cold.” You could see redness on his cheeks and felt bad for the poor boy. 
✦ “I’m sorry for keeping you out in it.” Tomura was beating himself up mentally. “Don’t worry about it, being with you is enough to warm my heart.” You tried not to cringe at your words, but you figured artists said things like that all the time. This time his face went red and you could tell it wasn’t from the cold this time. You let out a little laugh and he felt the warmth in his chest return. 
✦ Your words just affirmed his delusions. He took his hands out of his pockets and reached them out to you. To his pleasant surprise, you took his hands in yours. He was ecstatic that he didn’t have to ask, it’s like you knew what he wanted. “y/n, I’m so glad that we got to meet. Next time you tour, I’ll make sure to come cheer you on.” He spoke whilst holding eye contact this time and saw your doe eyes staring back at him. 
✦ His hands were warm as they held yours, you didn’t want to let go of the warmth. You took in his words and were touched. “Thank you, it means the world to me. I feel so lucky that I have someone like you.” You meant a supporter like him, but to Tomura it meant that you were lucky to have him in your life period. His thoughts began to spiral, but he held his tongue hoping you would continue and you did. “I’ve got to get going so we can make it to the next city on time. I look forward to seeing you again. Next time we come through, I’ll make sure to look for you, Tomur.” You gave his hands a slight squeeze before letting go. 
✦ Hearing his name fall from your lips felt heavenly. He was so drunk off the feeling that he hadn’t realized you let go of him, his hands still hovered empty in the air. Once he felt the cold, he was brought back into the moment. “Thank you for taking this time to be with me.” He opened his arms for a hug goodbye and you stepped into his arms. His eyes shut and he took in the moment. The way your hair smelled, the warmth of you against his body, your little hums of whatever song was stuck in your head. He was assured he was in heaven.  
✦ Again, he was sucked back into reality when the cold returned in your absence. You took a couple steps back and waved. “Get home safe!” You said with a smile. He waved back and nodded before turning about-face and heading towards the street. 
✦ You knocked on the van door before opening it. “God, you took so long with that guy. You think he’s cute or something?” One of your members said as you climbed in. You hadn’t really thought about it, you took a second to process it. He had red eyes that you’ve never seen before, his hair was fluffy, bangs were cute, he was visibly nervous, and he had that little mole under his lip. “Maybe.” You wondered if he would actually show up at your next gig in the city. You had heard it so many times before, part of you hoped it would be different this time. You couldn’t tell if it was because you wanted a fan to stay for once or if what you really wanted was to see Tomura again. 
✦ He sat on the subway and swiped through the videos and pictures of you he had taken. He was still in awe of you. He admired your lyrics, loved the passion you emitted when you performed, and the sound of your laugh made him feel something he hadn’t felt before. But most of all, he was enamored by the way you looked at him. The way you smiled at him as you sang, the way you scanned the crowd to find him with the setlist in your hands. The little look of excitement when you saw him in line. The way your face seemingly lit up when you spoke his name. Your words played on repeat in his head. 
✦ When he got home he couldn’t help, despite how tired he was, but hop on his pc and look you up. He saw that your band’s instagram had already posted crowd photos of the night, he clicked through and stopped when he saw one with him in it. A photographer had caught the moment you handed him the setlist. Immediately he set it as his desktop photo, tracing your image with a finger on his monitor. He pulled out his phone and checked your instagram. A smile grew on his lips as he saw you had posted that picture on your story. He took note that you had drawn a heart over the photo, you drew one on the center of the photo, right where he just so happened to be. 
✦ He felt a tinge in his chest, it felt nice to have his feelings validated. He opened up your band’s website and made sure to buy all your merch, he streamed all your music and promoted you however he could. He loved you and as far as he was convinced you loved him too. He opened up a ticketing app to see if he could get a ticket to another stop of the tour to see you. He frowned when he saw that every stop was sold out. 
✦ He pulled up the tour poster to see which date was the last one you were doing then headed to a reseller site. He didn’t care about the price, he was seeing you again. Once he confirmed his purchase he created a countdown on his desktop. Tomura leaned back and it hit him how tired he was. He didn’t even bother to shower, partially because of the aforementioned tiredness, but mostly because he wanted your fragrance to stay on him as long as possible. Tomura settled into bed and thought about the two of you together, hoping it would help him dream of you.
a/n: PLEASE LMK WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS BC I CANT TELL IF ITS CORNY OR NOT BC ITS LIKE ONE OF MY CHILDREN okay sorry for yelling,, depending on how this is received i have an idea for a follow up <3 this was supposed to get posted a month ago but uni ate my ass before i could edit lmao but we are back in business baybee !
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amaya-writes · 1 year
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Calling Them After You have A Bad Dream Of Them Part One: Shigaraki
Notes: tbh I just saw this idea sitting in my drafts yesterday and suddenly felt motivated to write it between classes so here's a cute lil drabble. send me an ask for any other characters you would want this idea with
Warnings: mentions of nightmares/bad dreams, mentions of kidnapping (very lightly, he thought sm bad happened to you), reader calls Tomura Tomu because I think it's cute and was going for a cutesy reader vibe
Characters involved: Shigaraki Tomura
Gender-neutral reader, you/yours
Your hand shook around the cold metal of your phone even as you pressed it against your ear.
Long rings echoed from the device, with each sound making a new wave of anxiety surge through your abdomen.
He was fine. You knew that. You had just gotten off of the phone with Tomura a couple hours back and he made it clear he wasn't harmed during their fight against the heroes.
He was safe, just like the rest of the liberation was.
But that dream.
The mere thought of your dream was enough to make shivers wrack your body as you crawled further under your blanket.
The warmth of the soft material helped remotely calm your racing heart but it did nothing to quell the fear consuming you.
You wanted him. You needed him.
You needed to feel Tomura's arms wrap around your form as you buried your nose in his long hair. You needed to have him by your side so you could forget.
Forget about all the blood and decay, forget about the fire and the dust that made you double over in a coughing fit as you watched the heroes take your love away from you. Forget about the screams, about the way blood matted his skin as he screamed for you to-
"Hello?"
The sound of his voice made you jerk up in surprise but you found yourself scrambling to reach your phone a moment later.
"Tomu? Hi! Uh- I-"
You trailed off then, taking in the sound of fabric ruffling on his side of the phone as he no doubt moved around in bed to find the blaring red alarm clock on his bedside.
"It's two am, baby, why are you still up?"
A long yawn followed his question, the sound causing your heart to clench in guilt.
You woke him up. He had spent the entire week restlessly fighting off the heroes and barely had time to blink much less sleep. He was exhausted, and had collapsed almost as soon as the liberation escaped the battleground.
And you were stupid enough to wake him up when he was too tired to even move.
You were stupid. So stupid. You were a problem, a liability. You were useless.
Just like in the dream. You couldn't save him, you couldn't help him, you would just trouble him and be the reason for his demise.
You didn't realise tears were streaming down your face until it was too late and a sob escaped your lips.
You wished Tomura was sleep deprived enough to not hear the sound, but the sharp sounds of fabric from the other side of the phone told you otherwise.
"Baby? What- are you okay? What's going on? Fuck, I knew I should have kept you here with me! Those wretched heroes-"
"Tomu, I'm fine."
You had to raise your voice to make him actually listen to you, but you somehow managed to subdue his panicked rambles.
"Where are you?"
"Home."
Another rustle of fabric, but this time you could hear him moving out of bed.
"I'll be there soon."
"But Tomu-"
He cut the call before you could finish, forcing you to once again curl up on your bed with an annoyed sigh.
By the time you awoke, his fingers were already carding through your hair.
The sudden feeling made you jolt up in alarm but you were quick to return to his embrace the second your eyes took in Tomura's familiar form.
His clothes were a mess and his hair riddled with tangles. Blood stained the sides of his neck and bits of his skin peeking out from under his black sweater and pants. And you weren't certain, but you could almost swear you saw a bruise or two blossoming across his arms.
Tomura was injured and imperfect. But he was here. He was safe.
And he was looking at you like he wanted to murder someone.
"Who hurt you?"
"What? No one, Tomu, it's not like that."
His eyebrows furrowed at your words, but he thankfully chose not to say anything as you sat up and shifted to loosely wrap your arms around him.
"I- well, I had a nightmare. A bad one. It was about you and-"
You sucked in a sharp breath, but even that wasn't enough to help you voice your nightmares. So you didn't.
"I was just scared, I'm sorry I woke you up."
Tomura remained quiet even as you huddled closer to his chest. His fingers continued untangling your hair, never stopping even when he let out a painfully strained chuckle.
"You made me run halfway across a city for a nightmare?"
"I didn't mean to! I told you not to come I-"
His hand moved to hold your chin even as you spoke, with his fingers squishing your cheeks to cut off anything you could say.
"Don't care. You can repay me with breakfast in the morning."
His hands dropped from your face then, instead shifting to your waist as he pulled the two of you under the blankets.
The room descended into a comfortable silence broken by the periodic scratches of his nails carding through your hair and the soft rustles of fabric.
Normally, the silence would have made you stare owlishly at your ceiling as your brain flooded with thoughts of your dreams.
But not now. Not when you were surrounded by his warm presence ready to turn all your nightmares to dust.
With him, you were safe. You were untouchable.
You had found your sanctuary in the arms of a villain. But you were fine with that.
"Love you, Tomu."
He let out a soft hum against the crown of your head, with his lips parting to echo your words a moment later.
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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Where Pleasure Hides
Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, fingering, cock riding, virginity loss, creampie, slight breeding kink from Reader, soft!Tomura, virgin!Tomura, experianced!Reader
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: Fic commissioned by @prettylilbug.
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It was quiet in Tomura's room, always quiet safe for the sound of whatever news was playing on the TV at the time. He liked the silence, he liked the silence when you were his company, laying on his chest, careful not to touch him too much. Tomura's control over his powers had gotten better since his big clash with One for All but he was still weary of touching you for long periods of time.
You didn't mind this lack of skin-to-skin contact, Tomura still found ways to make you blush, to make you horny and help you deal with said horniess, and his own, often at the same time, in the same room, watching each other.
Lately he has began to experiment, allowing oral sex and fingering on occasion. You knew he was thinking about it now too, you could feel his pants tenting as his fingers slipped into the backpockets of your pants. He rarely jerked off when you weren't around, wanting you to see every second of him feeling good and see you in return.
"If you keep squirming like that I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands to my self, little doll." He took his eyes off the screen and directed them towards you instead. "Was this your plan when you said you wanted to hang out today? Are you finally making a move on me? About time."
His smirk would be scary, sickening to most but it made your cheeks heat up, your ass push against his hands. "Have I... been that obvious?"
"Don't worry." He leaned in, biting the shell of your ear enough to make you hiss but not hard enough to make you bleed, "I'm the only one who noticed what a horny mess you are under that shy façade of yours. It's always the shy, cute ones isn't it?" He dragged his long tongue over the place he'd just bitten, soothing the attacked area. "I think I want to give it a try, all the way tonight."
"Really?!" You couldn't stop the excitement and surprise from being heard in your voice.
Tomura licked his lips, "Really. I want to give you all of me. Every. Single. Inch." He jerked his hips up with every word, his cock now fully hard and straining against his pants. "What do you say, doll? Ready to be my first?"
Your head spun as you sat up, your hand on his chest, pressure against your clothed pussy. You never took your clothes off faster. Tomura complained about not being able to enjoy the show but you pressed your finger to his lips, "Hush you, do you have any idea how long I've waited for this night?"
"Hm..." Tomura pulled your hip up and pushed two fingers inside your wet pussy, showing your pussy no mercy as his grin widened. His hoodie and pants ended up stained more and more with every thrust but he didn't mind one bit. He had the woman of his dreams above him, moaning, breasts swaying with every time he hooked your fingers and scratched at your spongy wall. "I can make an educated guess. The walls to my bedroom and yours are thin, I heard many things."
"Oh my god! Tomura! Why didn't you tell me?! That's so embaressi- ahn!" There was no time to feel shame, it was all pleasure from here on out.
"Show me, show me how you'll ride my dick." He lowered his hand to the soft squish of your thigh, his fingers still inside you.
"I think I'd rather ride it for real." Despite how embaressed you were you were a lot more horny and that feeling won over easily. You missed the fullness of his fingers, you had to work fast, pulling his cream colored cock out of his pants and wrapping your lips around it in one swoop. His cum always tasted particularly strong when compared to your ex partners. You knew not to mention them though, Tomura was quite the jealous type.
This was one of the times where your experience came in very handy. You bobbed your head up and down along his pulsing cock, feeling him overflowing with creamy, salty cum. "I love how you taste, Tomura." You lapped up almost all of his cum, leaving a little on the corners of your mouth by choice as you straddled his hips and alighted yourself with him.
"Go slow. I want to remember every second of it. I want this moment edged into my mind forever." You could have sworn you heard his words shake for a split second. With a nod you began your descent, keeping your eyes on Tomura's face, his mouth falling open more and more, eyes widening beyond what you thought was possible for him.
You gripped his hoodie for balance. His cock felt... right, "Your cock belongs inside me. Can you feel this?" You deliberately fluttered your walls around him, "That's how much my pussy likes it." Tomura nodded frantically, running his hand through his white hair, moving it from his eyes, needing to see everything, everything you had to give him.
"Fuck! Fuck, so warm. I thought it felt good when I fucked you with my fingers but this? This is the best thing I've ever felt." Tomura rolled his hips upwards, pushing the rest of his cock all the way in, causing your back to arch, "Can I move? I can feel I'm close, I wanna fuck my cum deep into you."
Feeling his impatience you nodded and put his hands on your hips, leaning forward a bit to get his cock in deeper, "You can do whatever you want to me, handsome. Fuck me hard, Tomura."
Encouragement was everything he needed to unleash all his pent up lust on your pussyhole. You dug your knees into the couch in an effort to stay still for him, wanting him to get the most out of this. "So good, doll, you're so good to me."
"Always." You moaned, "Always good for you." His cock twitched inside you, spreading his cum inside you, feeling yourself slowly getting close to the edge. "Inside, I want you to come inside me, give me your cum, fill me up, b-breed me."
"Gladly." You didn't need to say anything more, didn't need to ask again, he was all to happy to oblige with your request. He kept his pace going until you saw fireworks, no until you felt yourself falling, no floating, until you weren't sure anymore and all you knew was the white hot pleasure of Tomura's cock being slammed repeatedly inside you and his cum filling you up.
You collapsed on top of him, your face next to his, your back heaving as he embraced you close to him.
"How was your first time?" You asked against his cheek, feeling his hair under your fingers as you brushed it back.
"Is the amount of cum in your pussy not enough? Perhaps you need it in the other two as well?" Look at him, so confidant in his-
Wait... "You're still hard?! How?! There's so much!"
Tomura chuckled, cock twitching with pride, "Perks of All for One I suppose. Want to help me test it's limits?" That sounded like a dangerous challenge.
"You bet." You never turned down a challenge from Tomura. "Show me what you've got, handsome." You would live to regret those words because when he was finally done with you all three of your holes were sore from use. Did you go till morning? Or was it the next night? It was too hard to tell from the constant onslaught of pleasure.
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sourpatchys · 2 months
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Tea Prompts, Tomura Shigaraki
You can find the original prompt post here!
Let me know if there are any other characters you’d like to see any of these prompts for! This was really fun!
Warning: some adult themes are thrown in here! This isn’t a NSFW piece but I did include some references to sexual activity, please read with caution if that’s not your cup of tea <3 (most of these are completely SFW)
A/n: these were written with a F!Reader in mind, most of them can be read either way! Though occasionally she/her pronouns are used<3
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Lemon Tea; What are Mornings like with them?
Tomura isn’t much of a sleeper— so mornings together tend to be rare and far between— but when he actually manages to sleep a full eight hours, the mornings you have together are very peaceful.
He isn’t a morning person by any means. He’s groggy, grumpy and completely nonverbal for the first hour or more. With you he can loosen up a bit, sliding his cold hands and feet into your general space, switching fingers every few minutes just to make sure they’re all warming up properly.
Some mornings he’ll wrap you in a bear hug that your absolutely positive could crack a few ribs— though you love it all the same.
This is the time you two have just to yourselves— no league, no missions, no plans for world domination— just two people laying in bed waiting for the sun to fully rise.
Peppermint tea; What do they get excited about?
A pretty obvious answer would be video games, but in all honesty, Tomura loves to talk.
To speak and be heard, to engage in conversation and bounce ideas back and forth— that’s what really gets him going. He loves to plot, to scheme and gossip about anything and everything.
Outwardly it’ll be nearly impossible to tell, he really isn’t the kind of guy who would let anyone know something this personal (so vulnerable), though everyone notices the spark in his eyes when he really gets going on a topic he’s passionate about.
If you were to ask follow up questions, to engage yourself fully in his monologues and spiels, it’s just like giving a kid a candy bar.
And if you were to get angry for him?? To enrage yourself over anything he may say, to become furious at the same situation or person he hates so much— it’s almost enough to fully break his cover.
It’s one thing for him to be elated over the prospect of another person feeling his rage, but it’s another entirely if he starts to feel yours. Stupid highschool bully stories, that one girl in band class that broke your flute— it doesn’t matter— he’ll start eating it up as if he hasn’t had a meal in years.
Chamomile tea; What is their sleep schedule like? Does it change around their s/o?
To put it bluntly, Tomura doesn’t have a sleep schedule— he sleeps when his body gives out.
Even before his memories had re-emerged, blotchy nightmares plagued him. Every morning he’d wake up sick to his stomach, the itch under his skin growing by the millisecond. So— he learned to adapt.
2-3 hour power naps kept the nightmares at bay and gave him enough stamina for whatever was to come. His lack of sleep was a large driving force in his erratic behavior early on, grumpy and irritable.
With you though, he finds the nightmares to be less oppressive. He still doesn’t sleep enough, but he finds that taking a couple days out of the week to rest fully isn’t so bad.
If he has a nightmare, the cycle will break back to its bare bones and it’ll take awhile to resurface. As long as you’re patient and as long as he’s willing, he’ll be back to sleeping properly.
Though as a whole, it could take years before he’s ready to sleep regularly again.
Earl grey tea; How did they court their s/o?
He didn’t. He isn’t a romantic— he honestly hated you when he started to feel more than just average companionship towards you.
Not a single bushel of roses were bought, no dates were had— hell— you didn’t even know you were together until about a month in when he got pissed at you for getting injured!
“If you ever do that again we’re breaking up.”
Any confusion would only piss him off more— giving you the silent treatment for a few days before he’d finally cave in with some very dead and very wilted wild flowers in hand.
“What is this??”
“Shut the fuck up and take them.”
He honestly just decides that you’re the one he wants— it doesn’t really matter to him how you feel about it.
Milk tea; What are their kisses like?
At first, Tomura’s kisses are gentle, childlike and timid— like he isn’t sure what exactly he’s supposed to be doing.
Then— they become untamed— sloppy and harsh. He bites and slobbers, prods and maims, anything to get as close to you as possible.
He won’t kiss you unless you’re completely alone, far away from any prying eyes and peaked interests. He’s not going to show that part of himself to anyone but you.
Teeth and tongue, cracked lips that— if chapped enough— can cut into your own. Kissing is a frenzy, very rarely will you ever get a soft peck or a loving press of his lips onto yours.
Coffee; Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?
Absolutely. Tomura— even as a rising symbol of fear— is extremely self conscious.
He’d never let you leave— as stated above— he didn’t even really give you a choice when it came to being together in the first place.
But even so, the insecurity of you looking away from him, finding someone better or more handsome— it makes his blood run cold.
If there’s someone who touches you and lingers a little too long, if there’s someone you smile at a little too brightly, he’s not above taking their life. Of course it always starts with a threat, either to them or to you.
He wants you to tell him you’ll never leave, he wants you to crumble and cry and tell him everything is exactly as it should be. He is not a kind man, and in times like these it becomes ever apparent that he never will be.
Tomura protects what’s his, and even with free will, you belong to him whether you like it or not.
Rosehip tea; How romantic are they? How do they show affection?
Tomura isn’t romantic. At least not in the traditional sense. You can tell he cares by the look in his eyes or his apprehensive nature towards your roll in whatever the league may be doing next.
He keeps you away from danger, even though he, himself, is the biggest danger to you.
If you were to ask for something— anything— he would get it for you. He’s very straight forward, and he wants the people he cares about to able to do, and have whatever they want.
His love language is physical touch, and even though he keeps all the affection he has for you behind closed doors— as soon as those doors are closed, he’s all over you.
Running his hands up and down your stomach, gripping at the squish on your thighs, shoving his head into the crook of your neck, palming your breasts just to remember the feel of them.
He treats you like a fragile porcelain doll.
Black tea; What do they look for in a person?
Honestly he wasn’t looking. The concept of romance was completely uninteresting to him— he didn’t want anyone and he didn’t need anyone— he was completely fine on his own.
Though, he wouldn’t date a fellow villain— at least not one notable enough to be a threat. Tomura doesn’t do well with competition, he loathes the thought of racing to the top, he just wants to be there.
Finding a person who he can corrupt, who he can make his own— is something he’d enjoy greatly. That’s not to say he couldn’t fall for a league member, but it wouldn’t be someone worth his time— at least not in the beginning.
He wants a person he can talk to, touch, and unload upon. Someone who will remain consistent and stick by his side no matter what the cost may be.
Although romance isn’t his forte, and finding someone to love wasn’t something he had ever envisioned, he wants someone he can be with for life.
Pomegranate tea; At what point did they know they loved their s/o?
Truth be told Tomura was wrapped around your finger from the moment he decided he wanted you— though it didn’t fully kick in until a few months into your relationship.
You were in a fight— it was over something stupid that any other couple could’ve resolved within the day— looking back neither of you could even remember what it was about.
He was pissed, stomping around, seething and destroying anything he could get his hands on. He wanted to yell at you, to scream in your face and make sure you know this was your fault. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Gradually, as the days passed and he became less and less bothered by whatever the two of you had disagreed on— he realized he wasn’t itchy.
He still had those rising tingles under his skin and he still had to rub away his discomfort from day to day life— but this argument, the infuriating way you had made him feel— it did nothing to his sensitive skin.
Slowly it became apparent that he hadn’t needed to dig into his skin at all. He was angry, he was upset and borderline furious with you— but he was comfortable.
For the first time in his life he was able to feel negativity without the pull of fire ants under his skin. That’s when he realized for sure— that he was absolutely, without a doubt, in love with you.
Matcha tea; How and when do they propose to their s/o?
The villain life has no room for any sort of eloping or marriage— so he doesn’t ever really propose.
Sooner or later you just start to feel like a married couple.
You bicker and fight, you sleep together and sneak away to have alone time. The love he has for you starts seeping out more, he becomes a new version of himself just for you.
Then, once the Paranormal Liberation Front is active, Re-Destro asks about your partnership. It’s a simple question, curious and wide eyed.
“Who is this girl to you?”
It makes sense given the environment— you were not nominated as a lieutenant, though you stood by Tomura’s side like a shadow, waiting and watching— clearly in the ranks but with no flashy title to show for it.
And then, as if it were as simple as breathing, Tomura calls you his wife. Telling anyone who was around that he was the King, and by default you were the Queen.
Chai Tea; How do they spice up their relationship?
All in all, Tomura is a pretty boring guy. He drinks straight black coffee, plays video games and broods in silence 90% of the time.
Though, when it comes to you, he does try to make an effort. He’ll try out the games you like or your hobbies, and he’ll introduce you to his own in return.
He’ll teach you how to play chess, and that will inevitably turn into tradition. Once a week (if time will allow) you’ll sit down together, play a few games and just talk.
In the underworld, romance never will be easy to manage, and even though you make his days a little brighter, you’ll never be his top priority. World destruction won’t happen on its own, and nothing in his life will override his goals.
But these special little moments between the two of you are by far the best part of anything he’s ever going to accomplish.
Hibiscus tea; What’s their favorite place to take their s/o?
The bedroom. As stated, Tomura isn’t a very outgoing person— he won’t take you out on dates or walks in the park.
But he will sit with you in a dark room, watch movies and eat junk. (Bonus points if there’s a blow job thrown in)
His favorite place to be with you, is when you’re alone and secluded. He wants to touch you freely, to run his lips down your throat and hold you close to his chest.
He wants to grab you, to hold and be held. To feel the warmth of your body completely engulfing his own.
Truly, his favorite place to be, is wherever you’ll allow.
Green tea; How do they comfort their s/o?
He really doesn’t. Tomura has absolutely no idea how to deal with you when you’re upset.
If you’re angry he’ll get angry with you! He’ll wind you up and let you take it all out on whatever you so please. (as long as it isn’t him)
Expect absolutely nothing in regard to his comforting abilities. He might take you to the side and ask you what’s wrong, he may even give you an awkward hug! But that’s really all he’ll be able to do.
If you ask for space he’ll give it to you, if you ask for cuddles he’ll do his best! But overall, you’re the one who has to call the shots, and depending on what’s going on, he may just leave you to deal with it yourself. Because as stated above— regardless of how wonderful you are— you are not his top priority.
Russian caravan tea; How experienced are they with relationships?
NOT AT ALL. You are his first (and final) attempt at love. You’re going to get all of his fuck ups, all of his learning curves and all of his shitty disposition.
He has no idea what he’s doing, and even years down the line he still won’t fully understand. Caring for another person isn’t the most insane thing in the world— he cares for the league and it works out fine!
But loving someone?? It’s just too overwhelming at times. Taking your needs into consideration without being asked, figuring out what you enjoy and how he can add that into his already insane schedule— it’s maddening.
You’re his first everything, and you’re just going to have to be okay with that— because you’re stuck with him whether you like it or not!
English breakfast tea; Would they want a family?
Tomura wasn’t even looking for love when he found it— let alone a family.
I really doubt he ever thinks about it at all, he’s never been someone who cared much about what the future would bring.
That isn’t to say if you wanted a family he wouldn’t cave. He wants the people he cares about to have and do whatever they want— if for you that means starting a family with him— he’s not opposed to it.
It wouldn’t be cut and dry though, and if you never pipe up with the interest he isn’t going to either.
If you do bring it up, he’d ask a lot of follow up questions. Such as,
“Why?”
Or
“What’s the point?”
He really wouldn’t know what to do if that situation occurred, but he wouldn’t say no— he may just need to think on it for a while.
If you were to become pregnant, be it a broken condom or failed birth control— he wouldn’t ask you to terminate. You belong to him— yes— but part of being in his grasp is being able to live your life any way you want. Aside from hero work or leaving him there aren’t many restrictions.
If push comes to shove he’d enjoy having a little family of his own! Seeing himself mixed with you in a smaller, separate, body— creating something after destroying so much. It would be one of the steepest learning curves he’s ever experienced, and he wouldn’t be the most present father in the early days of vomit and diapers— but he’d be there all the same.
Rooibos tea; What’s their favorite thing to do with their s/o?
Cuddling. He loves to touch and be touched. He doesn’t care if you play games with him, he doesn’t care if you kill and destroy— all he cares about is the fact that you’re there with him.
He loves when you run your fingers through his tangled hair, slowly separating any knots you find. He loves the feel of his hands rubbing against your soft skin. He craves your presence and he craved the feel of you.
It’s not always sexual— but those times when he can claim you, to mark you inside and out, he truly feels like he’s the most powerful man in the world.
He’s terrified of feeling vulnerable, so he pushes you away any chance he gets, refusing to do anything with you if there’s even a chance of someone else seeing. (And sometimes that person is you)
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pleaseitsjustrae0nly · 9 months
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Tattoo artist! Toumura Shigaraki! At 11:33pm
Afab!Reader x Tomura Shigaraki
Smut! Read at your own risk <3
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I'm sorry but this man gives me🦋🦋🦋🦋
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・
Okay so, small detail. I feel like instead of wearing those full-cover gloves, he'd wear gloves that were fingerless (if they are allowed).
You just wanted a cute tattoo, you didn't think you'd get... a sneaky link as well.
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・
You walked in the renovated-bar, where the tattoo store was located and BOY. You did not expect your artist to be this hot, his voice was so intoxicating and his hair... god his hair looked so gorgeous. And with your incredible luck, the receptionist gave HIM to you for your appointment!
Apparently his name was Shigaraki, he was explaining the procedures of getting a tattoo, but you just focused on his hands. He had fingerless gloves, some fingers were still covered but still, they were long and...
"Alright, where do you want your tattoo?"
"Oh! Uhm, on (prefered location) please."
"Since you asked nicely, sure."
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・
My goodness, if you could die right there, you would. His hands held onto your skin as he used the tool to press the ink into your skin. You chose a (insert design), and according to his words 'be sure to not regret it.' Oh you would never, heck you might just get more tattoos' just to see him again.
His shoulders, his neck, you found the perfect piece of eye candy for you. When the ink stopped, you snapped back into reality to see him talk (more like shout) with the receptionist saying that they'll be awhile. But didn't he say it would only take only 2 hours? Sure the awhile could mean that but-
"I know your checking me out."
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・
You always took notice of his slender, long fingers. But feeling them INSIDE YOU? You were gone, all you could think about was the hot tattoo artist fingering you on the seat.
"Shh... be quiet. Not unless you want them to hear?"
"ugh... please~"
"Shut it slut. Be quiet and I'll give you something more than my fingers."
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・
You ended up getting his number, he didn't give you the 'more' but he said after his shift. So you left with a tattoo, and a new found lover? It took him about 3 more hours until his shift ended, and he was now heading towards your home.
You thought about preparing a meal, but when you went to answer the door whilst cooking, he just pounced onto you and started kissing your neck and nipping at your delectable skin. Small moans slipped as you both made your way to the kitchen... the meal, forgotten.
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・
After that night, he became not only your sneaky link but also a close friend. He'd come running if you asked him to rail, fuck, finger, and etc.
When he's eating you out, his focus was solely focused on your taste and where he sucked. (his focus is strong since he has to avoid mistakes on a client's skin)
When he's fucking you? Oh he'd degrade you, hard. He'd have one hand on your throat and the other holding one of your legs up, as he spits insults and small praises from time to time.
Your ability to walk? HA, you lost that the day he fingered you. You were practically wobbling out of the tattoo store, no weird looks, but yeah.
.・゜゜・.・゜゜・
Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day/afternoon/night. &lt;3
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shadowspromise · 1 year
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Playing Games With Your Boyfriend Shigaraki
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Minecraft:
He’s the one that does all the mining and resource collecting while you make the house pretty and tame wolves.
Of course, your beds are next to each other.
He gets so angry when a mob attacks you. He cusses it out while killing it, then making sure you have enough food to get your health up.
You will look away for ONE second and he’s getting blown up by a creeper.
When he goes adventuring for materials, he always looks for flowers to bring back for you.
Animal Crossing:
It’s not exactly in his area of expertise, but he gets really attached to his island after a few days of playing.
“Babe- babe, you won’t believe what this little shit just gave me. A fucking maid outfit.”
His island is disorganized as hell. Houses are in every single corner of the map, and there’s random holes littered everywhere.
Despite his own island being a dumpster fire, he makes sure your island is in perfect shape. He picks up any loose items on the ground and waters your flowers. He also sends gifts through the mail service instead of just giving them to you because he gets a little shy.
Grand Theft Auto:
Forget the actual game, Tomura will just steal a random car and drive the two of you off cliffs for funsies. He laughs as you shoot pedestrians, then gets distracted and crashes into a fence.
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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 11 months
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"Tomura is ugl-"
[bomb sounds]
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He's a pretty princess wdym 🤨?
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hitoshiyoshi · 2 years
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please save me | shimura tenko
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synopsis ↬ you save shimura tenko
warnings ↬ mentions of child abuse/neglect, all for one does not exist in this universe, reader makes references to "maternal/motherly" behavior although it’s gender neutral, mention of death
pairings ↬ young!tenko x parental figure!gn!reader (platonic!parent-son/teacher-student)
word count ↬ 4.9k i'm so sorry
a/n; this came to me after watching his origin story and seeing all those people ignore a helpless child...
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A cold gust of wind caused a shiver to run through your spine as you briskly walked towards your destination. Taking care of the students at your elementary school drained your energy for the day; you barely had enough strength to walk. You thought about going home — everything you needed for your quirk was located there — but a loud grumble from your stomach ushered you to find food. As your shoes clicked against the sidewalk pavement, you watched as some students ran toward their parents, grandparents, or guardians.
A warm smile spread across your lips while you watched, reminding you why you loved your job. Overwhelming maternal instincts urged you to care for children, but the work of finding a suitable partner never seemed to end well. You had many offers and confessions, most of which you turned down. The ones you called your 'lover' showed their true sides eventually, and those relationships soon ended. You had a longing desire for a companion, someone that would stay by your side since it was rather lonely. Your work as a teacher seemed to fill that void for a while until you noticed your yearning started to grow.
While walking down the path to the nearest coffee shop, you notice a small figure. The person was a long distance away, and it would take a couple minutes for you to reach them. They seemed so small compared to the adults walking near them. Hunching their back as they stared at the ground, something wasn't right. You wondered if it had been one of your students and quickened your pace toward the mysterious person upon realizing it was a child. Pedestrians stared down at the boy, observing in horror before choosing to ignore him.
An older woman approached the child, whispering something to him before turning around and scurrying away. It was a confusing and strange sight. You couldn't fathom why civilians were ignoring him. Some completely turned around and moved in the opposite direction as the boy watched, stunned and unable to move. Others glanced at him, only to distance themselves and quickly move away as if he carried the plague. A few closed their eyes and pretended that the boy didn't exist.
As a few people walk and clear the street, you see an empty circle surrounding the child. Soon, you two are the only ones on the sidewalk. You can overhear a few loud chatters amongst a group of girls watching the boy and keeping their distance. It doesn't bother you one bit. You've grown accustomed to the whispers of others. The boy looks down the street with his back turned to you as he watches others turn away from him while intensely scratching his neck. Before you know it, you're standing directly behind him, but he doesn't seem to notice — as if he's lost in a trance.
By now, you're the only adult left on the street. You could sense something was wrong as you examined the boy's demeanor. He looked like he could be a student from your school, around five years old. His hair was a faded grayish-blue color. His clothing seemed tattered and dirty as if he had been wandering for a long time before you found him. The pitiful scene reminded you of your childhood traumas; memories of your parents and the orphanages returned after being suppressed for years. The excruciating feeling of abandonment caused you to feel a sense of pain as you watched the boy.
"Excuse me? Little boy..?" You call him in a soft tone. It was the same voice you used to console your students. Welcoming and warm, you tried not to scare the boy.
His head slowly turns around to the voice behind him. Although his expression was blank, you noticed his face contorted oddly at your tone. You reminded him of his mother, who turned to stone before disintegrating into dust before his eyes. He's unsure whether he should smile and seem friendly since it only made the older woman run away.
Still scratching at his neck, you can see dry pink wounds. No blood pours from his skin, although his flesh is nearly visible. The soles of his feet were calloused and covered in soot. He'd been walking alone for what seemed to be days or possibly weeks. His hands were bloody, but you presumed it wasn't his own blood. As he stared up at you, his scratching seemed to slow down.
"Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You inquired to the boy as he stared speechlessly. His expression was still blank. Blinking a few times, he was still too stunned to speak. In your experience, personally and as a teacher, you would've guessed the boy went through something traumatic.
"I... I..." The boy tried to speak, but he didn't know what to say. You watched as his mouth moved to form words. He wanted to say something, anything. The boy was too scared that another person would abandon him again.
His voice was low. You could barely hear his words with the noise of cars passing by. It was dry and hoarse like he hadn't used it in a long time. Maybe he's thirsty, you thought before digging through your purse and taking out a half-empty water bottle. He certainly looked like he needed more than only water. After screwing off the cap, you give it to the boy, whose eyes widen brightly at the gesture. The first sign of help he receives in a long time.
"I'm sorry, it's a bit warm and I drank some on the way here." Shyly smiling down at him, you watched as he carefully held the bottle with only four bloody fingers. The boy grasps the bottle and glances between you and the water in his hands. His expression seems a cross between perplexed and grateful. "Aren't you thirsty? It's okay, you can drink it."
He eagerly sips the water, drinking it until all the contents are gone — down to the last drop. The boy stares at you and the empty bottle as if he expects more of your gifts. Unfortunately, you didn't have anything else for him.
"My name is (Y/N), can you tell me your name?" You say while kneeling down at the boy until you're at eye level with him.
"S- Shim- Shimura... Ten- Tenko." Tenko's voice trembles as he speaks. Another chilly breeze causes the boy to quiver as you watch him. It's getting colder, and the sun is setting faster. You need to hurry.
"Tenko! What a wonderful name..!" Smiling affectionately at the boy, you try to get him to trust you before helping him — which proved easier than you thought. "Tenko, do you know where your parents are? Mama? Papa?"
He knows. The place where he killed them. A pile of stone and ash under the rubble of their home. Tenko's eyes start to water, and soon, tears pour from his dry eyes as his face distorts in a pained expression. He's tired of crying. Memories from that night started to flood his mind. He didn't mean to do it...
"I... ki- killed... them..." He stays silent. Only the sound of his crying comes out of his chest. Tenko expects you to run away, abandon him like everyone else has been doing. As you remain speechless, he feels a burst of guilt through his body. He waits for you to leave him. Your stillness doesn't even give him anxiety.
At first, you thought he was lying, but Tenko wished it was all just a bad dream. Maybe they abandoned him, or he was lost. A small child that seemed too weak to protect himself, could kill his own parents? He stares down at his bloody hands. You were right. It's not his blood. In a world full of people with powerful quirks, children would inevitably hurt themselves or their loved ones. As time passes, his cries become louder and hysterical. His mouth opens as if he wants to scream, but only weak noises and unintelligible words come out of his mouth.
"Tenko..." You whisper to the child to try and soothe him before reaching out to hold his hand. The dried blood sticks to your skin for a brief moment, but you don't mind — after all, it's not the first time. His hysterical crying stops shortly as the flashbacks of his parents' death stop. Tenko's hands recoil from yours, dropping the empty bottle to the concrete as he stares at you in horror.
The tips of your fingers begin to crumble, turning into a lifeless gray color before becoming dust and sprinkling the ground. Suddenly, all his itching comes back. Worsening to nearly every inch of skin on his body. He did it again. All he can do is destroy. The only person that offered to help him would turn to dust, just like his family. He was useless, only harming people close to him. Unworthy and undeserving of love. You weren’t fazed compared to the boy whose traumas were reawakened.
Tenko collapses backward before landing on his bum, scratching his neck as he watches intently. He thinks you'll start screaming, running away, or lifting your hand to strike him, but you don't. You aren't moving, only watching and completely unbothered. Perhaps you are already dead and lifeless. Everything he touches dies. Why did it hurt to see you crumble?
Then, as if it's magic, the decaying stops. Skin and bones that were once gray and hard returned to their original color. The flesh in your hand grows back to normal like nothing happened.
"Is this your quirk, Tenko?" His scratching stops. He stares dumbfoundedly at your hand in disbelief. Although he is still a bit shaken, he answers.
"Y- Yes..." Tenko isn't quite sure what a quirk is, but, after being alone for a few days, he learns about his destructiveness.
You give Tenko a warm smile and offer the boy a helping hand. He's too scared to hold it, afraid he'll kill the only person that has treated him nicely. Upon noticing his demeanor, you decide to reassure him.
"I should've asked about it before scaring you, honey. I'm sorry, don't worry. My quirk is immunity. After I come in contact with a quirk, I am immune to it." Your quirk wasn't the most intriguing, but it came in handy when dealing with children whose quirks were still hard to control. Tenko seemed confused as you spoke, so you changed your wording until he understood. "If you touch me again, I'll be fine." You explained while beaming down at the boy.
Your immunity quirk always seemed difficult to explain to people. It was complex. It only worked with quirk-types that were close-range and didn't cause much damage. To use it, you need the life source from a living being such as plants, animals, and humans. Taking a being's energy usually resulted in their death. You learned this the hard way. It would become lifeless; the last time you used it on a human, they looked almost mummified — dried up like a raisin in the sun. Eventually, they would turn to dust as all the life drained from their bodies. Perhaps you weren't scared of Tenko's quirk because yours was more or less the same.
After taking energy, you could use it for your immunity and even healing. You can regrow limbs and other wounds, just like now with Tenko. When your energy was full, you could even use it on others to heal them, something you did with your students almost every day. However, you could never use it on humans or animals, not anymore. In the past, you would only use it to defend yourself but the overwhelming feeling of guilt eroded your morality as you watched your victims turn to dust.
The boy's trembling hands hold yours, half expecting you to turn into stone like his family and half elated that you were still intact.
"See? I'm okay... You won't hurt me. Don't be scared..." You hold his other hand and lift him up, he stumbles a bit before finding his balance.
Tenko's legs weakly support him from falling, he seems extremely malnourished and weak. His diet consisted of random trash and unfinished food from the garbage of local restaurants. Some days, he would sleep in alleys hungry as his stomach would painfully rumble. His limbs are so frail; without his quirk, he would be utterly defenseless. Another cold gust of wind causes him to shiver, and you realize that the sun had been setting fast. It was almost dark out, there was no way that you would leave him alone.
It would have been wiser to send him to a police station or a hero on patrol. But, if he had been walking alone for days, could you trust them to care for him? You saw them, the passersby who ignored the little boy. He must've encountered a police officer or a hero at some point, but of course, there were more things important than a missing child. What would the police do? Send him to an orphanage when he clearly seemed traumatized and had a strong quirk that could easily harm others. You experienced this first-hand.
You weren't sure why he seemed so traumatized. He didn't look like a murderer — but his bloody fingers say otherwise. He needed help and guidance. You've seen children like him before. Broken and lost souls who have endured unbearable pain and lash out at others because they're scared. Nobody is there to defend them. Nobody wants to protect them.
"W- Will you punish m- me..?" His question breaks you from your long thought. Tenko's still holding your hands and staring up at you with big doe eyes, pleading for you not to abandon him.
"And why would I do that?"
"B- Because I did a bad thing and I hur- hurt my family..." Sniffling, his head hangs low in shame and guilt. Some of his tears hit the dry concrete pavement. Your hands released his. For a second, he thinks he has scared you away. Until he notices your hand reaching for his head. As you watch him flinch, you think he's been beaten before. It was until he felt the pads of your fingers caress the pale blue locks that he finally relaxed.
"I won't punish you, Tenko," He eases into your touch as you move the hair out of his face in a motherly manner. "You must've been through a lot..." His sniffling stops as you finish your sentence. You examine his scars and terribly cracked skin. You're too weak to heal him in your current state. "Do you want to come home with me? We can have dinner and stay warm. It's getting colder now..."
Tenko shyly nodded up at you. He was extremely eager to finally receive help. A home? It's been a long time since he's seen a warm bed and eaten home-cooked meals. His stomach roared a bit, a sign that he was getting hungry. You chuckled softly before responding.
"Alright, let's go... My car should be close by here." You held his tiny hand in your palm as you escorted him to your car. He stuck close to your body like glue.
After walking for some time, you would occasionally glance down at the child who aimlessly followed you. Noticing his bare feet on the pavement of the ground, you were a bit worried that he might scratch his feet while walking on the gravel. You offered to hold him in your arms until you reached the car; you swore, for a brief moment, his eyes lit up excitedly. When you hoisted the boy into your arms bridal style, he snuggled closer to your body, desperately wanting to feel the embrace of another being.
When you reached the car, you quickly unlocked the passenger door and strapped him inside a child car seat — you figured that you needed to buy it after becoming a teacher for emergencies such as this. The drive home was quiet; you tried talking to the boy and becoming familiar with him, but it seemed he trusted you already. A few minutes passed before you noticed him sleeping. His soft snores echoed through the car quietly.
After parking near your apartment complex, you exited the car and tried waking him. After a few attempts, he finally woke up to see your figure looming over his before smiling down at him. Tenko still seemed a bit tired. It had been a long time since he finally had a comfortable place to stay. You decided to carry the child into your building, craddling him in your arms. A few of the other tenants gave you some strange glances as they saw you with the helpless child, but none of them dared to question you. It's not like you minded their behavior too much. The life in your arms was your only priority.
As you led him inside your apartment, you placed him on his feet; you didn't care about the dirt he tracked on your floors. You watched as he marveled at the various house plants that decorated your home, so green and luscious. Snake plants, pothoses, and peace lilies were only some of the greenery that filled your apartment. For as long as you remember, you've had a fondness for plants after deciding to only use your quirk for good. Placing your fingertips on some of your plants, you absorbed all of their life energy since you would need it for your quirk later. Tenko failed to see some of the plants you touched wilt as he was mesmerized by the rich and lively nature in your home.
"Tenko, let's go wash up first, okay? Then we can eat and relax." You say after gaining enough energy to heal some of his wounds and scars.
You grasp his hand and take him to your bathroom. After putting a stool under the sink, you help hoist his body to the counter. Tenko stares at himself in the mirror, not recognizing himself anymore. Cracked skin and deep scars cover his face. His pale blue hair nearly frightens him. At this moment, he realizes he's become a ghost of who he used to be.
"Everything okay, honey?" You ask while holding his shoulder and rubbing smooth circles into his back.
"My skin..." His shaky voice barely allows him to say an audible sentence. He hasn't scratched his sore body in a while, but seeing it in a mirror makes his skin itch again.
"I'll take care of it, don't worry... how about we wash our hands first?" He brings his hands to the sink while you turn on the faucet and pump drops of soap into his palms.
Your hands intertwine as you help him wash the blood until his skin is clean. The red liquid flows down the drain, and memories of his parents' death slowly vanish as well. Somehow, the feeling of sticky blood touching your skin doesn't faze you. Your hands have been soiled by the blood of your victims; it doesn't matter how often you wash them, it still lingers.
When you're done, you turn him around to face you. Your fingertips only graze his skin lightly, but soon, the dry spots on his face begin to heal. Although some of his scarrings are still visible, they begin to fade and blend in with his skin. Some of his skin retains the same texture, and his eyelids and eyebags are still cracked, although most of his face is healed. A few specks of black hair peak through his sky blue hair. Once satisfied, you turn the boy around to face the mirror.
"Do you feel any better?" Tenko's eyes widened in shock. His skin, now soft and supple, was healed. Some dryness remained in some areas and a few scars were still visible, but he didn't complain. You didn't notice the black pigment in his hair too much, he did. Giving you a joyous toothy smile, he was the complete opposite of his quiet demeanor.
"It doesn't itch anymore, y- you fixed it... Thank you..." Turning around, he gave you a big hug and nearly engulfed your body with his slender arms.
"You're welcome, Tenko." You chuckled before hugging him back warmly. When you tried to pull away, he only held you tighter.
"Come on, I'll wash you up and heal the rest of your wounds." Tenko nods as you disappear briefly to a nearby closet. You retrieve an old pajama set you intended to gift one of your students, but you figured Tenko needed it more.
He smiled brightly upon seeing you hold his pajamas, wanting to change out of his old clothes. Tenko enjoyed the warm water against his skin during his bath. His muscles eased into your hold. You needed to change the water a few times as you cleaned him since it quickly turned a murky, brown color.
He tried holding some of the toys you placed in the bath for him, but, when he wasn't careful, the toy would turn to stone before falling into the water. Every time it happened, he would become saddened; his puppy eyes always made you tear up. You would quickly distract him by giving him a few tickles on his sides until the bathroom walls filled with his laughter. After his bath, you healed his scars and itchy skin with your quirk and some moisturizer created by your friend, Mitsuki, with her Glycerin quirk.
Dinner was quite stressful when deciding what to feed the boy. You wanted to make him a big hearty meal since he desperately needed nutrition. But as you watch the hungry boy follow you closely, you decide to make a simple chicken soup. Adding carrots, onions, pasta, potatoes, and chicken to your flavorful stock, the aroma filled your apartment. After you filled his bowl with dinner, he eagerly ate and drank all of its contents; you gladly gave him more servings and observed as he indulged before eating.
After eating, you excuse yourself to clean up and let the boy explore your apartment more. However, Tenko seemed adamant about staying close to you, clinging to your legs and hips as he watched you wash the plates and stack them to dry.
"Do you... need help?" He offered while watching you meticulously clean up the mess from dinner. Of course, you declined.
"No, I'm fine, Tenko. Besides, you need to rest soon." You didn't want to tire him out, although his meal gave him more energy. You also couldn't risk him disintegrating some of your expensive porcelain plates.
As you fiddled with the plates on your counter, you felt him release his hold on your leg and move elsewhere in your kitchen. He stopped at a bouquet of red roses and eyed up the flowers. They were a gift from someone who tried to court you recently. The relationship eventually fizzled out. You completely forgot about the flowers that were surprisingly still in good shape. A brief vision of Tenko playing in a backyard crosses your mind; he's carefree, running around and smiling without worrying about his quirk.
Tenko tries to carefully pull a rose from your bouquet. He releases a wince as thorns prick his dainty fingers. Trying to feel the petals of the rose, all five of his fingers accidentally touched the rose at once. Soon, the flower begins to wilt and decay, turning into gray dust in his palms until a few petals and parts of its stem remain. His whimpers break you from your daydreams as you rush over to him and leave the rest of the plates to dry.
"Tenko... What happened?" You whisper to him after seeing the dead flower in his hands. Kneeling down and wrapping your arm around his waist, he finally responds.
"I'm sorry... I just wanted to look... I didn't mean to break it..." While he speaks, more tears swell up in his glossy eyes.
"Tenko..." You whisper while holding another rose from the bouquet. "I realized something. You and I are the same." As you touch the flower, it begins to wilt as well. You take all of its meager life energy while Tenko watches you repeat the same action he does.
"T- The same?"
"Yes, our quirks..." His gaze shifts from the dead plant in your hand to your face. "I grow flowers because I don't want to use my quirk to hurt people anymore. I know you feel guilty, but it's not your fault... I'm not mad."
Your words only cause a fraction of his pains to disappear. You notice that he still feels horrible about ruining your roses. Standing up, you reach for an old box in the corner of your kitchen. He watches you open the lid and pull out a pair of gloves and a wooden beaded necklace. You kneel down to his height before handing him the items.
"When I was your age, I used to have problems with my quirk too. These helped me." The gloves block contact with living things you didn't want to take energy from. While the necklace canceled out your quirk from appearing whenever you did not want to use it.
Tenko slips the gloves around his hands while you put the necklace around his neck. They both fit perfectly. You wonder if this encounter was fate or luck.
"They can stop you from using your quirk until you learn to control it." He tries to touch a random cup in the room and is amazed to see that the object is still intact. You decide to take the gloves from him and keep him wearing the necklace. "Look at the time... I think it's time for you to head to sleep now."
Placing the gloves on the counter, you take him to your bedroom. His eyes examined the whole apartment as you walked with him. Full of curiosity, he glanced over every detail. Once you stopped in front of your door, Tenko stopped.
"This is my room. You can come in here whenever you'd like." You say before pointing to a room adjacent to yours. You unlocked the door and tried showing him inside. "This is your room. My friends usually sleep here, but you can have it if you'd like." The boy started shaking his head and clinging to your hips again before speaking.
"N- No... Can I sleep in your bed... with you..?" He sheepishly asked while peering up at you; Tenko's eyes pleaded; he wouldn't take no for an answer.
You give in and carry him to your bedroom. Perhaps he should stay with you, just in case something happens while you're away. As you sit on the end of your bed, he climbs into your lap and refuses to move. Tenko's mouth moves as he tries to find the words to complete a sentence. You brush some of his hair away from his face while staring into his crimson eyes.
"What's wrong? Do you need something, sweetie..?"
"Why d- did you rescue me?" For a moment, his eyes become glossy again. Regardless of the happiness he's shown you today, his emotional state was as fragile as glass.
"You know... there was a time when I was scared and alone." His ears perked up as he listened. Your childhood pains flooded into your mind again. "I used my quirk for bad things. I even hurt people I cared about. I was confused and didn't have anyone to guide me..."
His head rests on your chest, just above your beating heart — a reminder that you were a living human who didn't succumb to his quirk. After pausing for a second, you continue once seeing the boy become intrigued by your story.
"You were alone for a long time, right? You thought nobody would save you and wondered why the world forgot about you? I know that feeling too..." His eyes brimmed with tears before they cascaded down his cheeks and dampened his shirt. "I'm sorry the heroes were too busy, and others ignored you..."
A few drops of his tears spilled onto your shirt, but you didn't mind too much. Deciding to let him release his emotions instead of keeping them inside, you allowed him to cry out all of his pain. While kneading his shoulder, you thought about what would happen next. Thankfully tomorrow was the weekend, but you had to call in soon and take some vacation days.
Tenko needed clothes and other things for him to use, but you two could share for the time being. Although you were a bit wary, you would have to take him to a nearby police station soon. He seemed really attached to you; sending him to an orphanage would be extremely dangerous. You were the only one who could handle his quirk.
"I can take care of you if you'd like." For a long time, you've always had a soft spot for children who endured a similar upbringing. There were always a few in the classes you taught. You couldn't help but give them extra attention. "Will you let me raise you? I can help you control your quirk and learn to master it..."
Tenko eagerly nods as he wraps his arms around your neck. You hear him mumble a few words as you gently caress his back. The boy melts into your touch; again, he doesn't want to release you from his hold.
As a few seconds pass, you feel him tug at your shirt and whisper your name.
"...thank you for saving me."
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bugs-fic-corner · 8 months
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Defiled (sample)
request: none
character: tomura shigaraki
tw: incest, possession and obsession, drugging
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your older brother shig had always been a little too close to you. since you were born he has been holding onto you as tightly as he could. following you everywhere and protecting you from danger. after all, you are quirkless. he had always made sure you had everything you wanted. not that all for one didn’t supply you with everything you wanted, he just wasn’t there. not emotionally at least. so shigaraki took his place. for some reason he found himself unable to treat you like nothing, like how he treated everyone else. so, he did what felt natural and what you needed at the time. he loved you. he held you when you cried and played with you at parks when you had the time to sneak away. he slept in your bed with you most nights.
as you got older though, that love that your brother had always had for you felt more passionate for him. your body grew and he could see the way people looked at you now. the way people’s intentions towards you changed. of course, you’re too innocent to understand it but he does. and those looks are enough to get him worried. worried your attention will go elsewhere. worried you’ll notice those looks and enjoy them. worried you’ll notice that he’s been looking at you that way too.
shigaraki started begging to sleep on your bed even more and of course you agreed. he’s your big brother, you just want him to be happy. you go out of your way to help him be happy. buying him games, fling the dishes on his nights, even doing his laundry. in return he’d cook for you and (sometimes) do your laundry when you uncharacteristically forget to do it. unbeknownst to you, he was doing these things for very selfish, very wrong, reasons. he knew that. he felt guilty about what he was doing. at first it started with stealing your panties. just for minutes at a time at first to sniff and feel. then overnight to cover in his own thick cum. the first time he did it he almost cried from shame. you were too innocent. too off limits. but he couldn’t stop. and his shame wasn’t as big as his love and lust for you.
then he thought of something even worse. he tossed and turned on this idea for a few weeks. he almost gave in on the nights he planned to spend sleeping in your room. what finally did it is when you started texting someone. all. the. time. you were constantly smiling at the phone and giggling to yourself. you were staying at school a little later than normal. shig could tell something was up. something wrong. so, one night when you were asleep he checked your phone. of course. a boy. he was so angry he almost woke you up to confront you. why would you need someone else? was he not enough to make you happy? and then he saw them. the pictures. just two but that was enough. not full nudes, a picture of you in your bra and a picture up your skirt. they both were taken in the school bathroom.
he took a deep breath, put the phone down, and laid back down next to you before cuddling up behind you to hold onto you as he always did. he understood now. you needed something more. something he hadn’t given you yet. you needed sex, something he’d thought about a lot at this point. he smiled. now he felt safe in doing what he’d been thinking about. he broke.
the next night as you came home from school, your brother was finishing up dinner. one of the rare nights he’d decided to make it instead of ordering it. you walk through the door and set your bag down and took your shoes off.
“niisan! what’d you make?” you smile as you walk to the kitchen, smiling at the delicious smell coming from said room.
shigaraki smiles as he sets the full glasses of shochu on the table, yours just finishing bubbling. he turns and smirks at you, gesturing to the stove. “just your favorite, ramen.”
you reach over and hug him quickly, shig freezing for a second, before rushing to say you’ll be back soon. you quickly rush up to your room and change into your pajamas, just a tank and shorts. you go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit from your long day at school before heading back down to eat.
shigaraki has set the table and had just sat down when you joined him. he smiled at you and scanned your body, taking in your curves. of course you didn’t notice but all he could think about were those pictures and how good you’d looked (he’d sent them to himself before turning off your phone). as you sat and ate and drank, you are your niisan talked about your days. you had gotten a very high compliment from your english teacher on your essay you’d turned in. shigaraki had just played games and gone grocery shopping but as he talked you seemed just as enthralled as if he was telling a story about an ancient legend. god you were so cute.
as you cleaned up the plates your eyes started to get heavy but you pushed on. you wouldn’t let your long day get in the way of helping around the home. you manage to finish the dishes, shig glancing over at you periodically, you figure noticing your exhaustion. you whine when you finish and start to go to sit on the couch with your niisan, but he shoots up and puts his hand on your back to lead you up the stairs.
“nope. you’re basically asleep right now. you’re going to bed.”, he says as he leads you to your room at the end of the hallway.
you’re silent, too tired all of a sudden to really do anything, while shigaraki laid you on your bed and tucked you in. he kisses you on your forehead and backs out of the room, a sly smile on his face. “goodnight imoto.”
More coming soon…
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mha-cuties-pls · 1 year
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Incel!Shigaraki x reader Headcannons
Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader | Rating: M | Words: n/a | genre: smut
A/N: Soooooo, writing these actually gave me the best idea for a scenario 🥴 just in love with the idea of touch starved and incredibly horny Incel!Shigaraki fixating on a girl and attempting to force her into submission, only to find out she had been craving him just as much as he was
Incel!Shigaraki that notices you in public one day when he was out at the mall buying a new video game, unable to tear his eyes away from your suggestively lewd outfit, deciding that a beautiful girl dressed like that in public wanted, no needed, his greedy eyes to objectify you. Shigaraki couldn’t usually have cared less about other people when he went out in public. They didnt share the same intelligence level or tenacity he did, and besides, they would all submit to The League of Villains in due time anyways; there was no point in trying to converse with any of them. That was, at least, until he stopped by the mall one day to pick up the newest edition of a game that had just been released, and his eyes couldn’t help but lock onto your voluptuous figure. It’s not like it was his fault he was staring, in that short skirt and tight tank top you were practically naked. He could even tell you weren’t wearing a bra as his eyes followed each bounce and jiggle of your chest as you walked over to the Nintendo Switch games. Still mesmerized, he watched you from across the store, and his heart began to pick up when you bent down to retrieve Cooking Mama on the bottom row, allowing him to catch a quick glimpse of your underwear. Feeling the twitch in his pants, he was unable to tear his eyes away from you- even when your gaze met his. What really sealed your fate, however, was the fact that upon meeting his eyes, you had the audacity to smirk at his actions. It was then that Tomura decided you needed to be taught a lesson.
Incel!Shigaraki who begins to stalk you in his free time, watching with distain every time he saw you talking to another guy he had never seen before Watching you giggle and playfully hit the male companion who sat next to you at the food court made Shigarakis skin boil. He knew that there was no way you were actually laughing that hard at anything that guy had to say; You were just being the slutty little girl that you were, probably craving and aching between your legs in ways that you should only be doing for him. Shigarakis grimace continued as he fumed from the corner where he sat watching, scratching at his neck and trying not to let his explosive anger get in the way of his careful planning.
Incel!Shigaraki who finally, after observing you for weeks, makes his move when he sees you alone one day buying bubble tea, and despite his inexperience, actually does a phenomenal job playing the part of a charmer. “Why don’t you come back with me for a bite to eat?” He says, voice laced with something that you can’t quite put your finger on. “I know this great hole in the wall and besides,” pulling his hood back a bit so you can more clearly see his features, you saw the ghost of a smile that was almost sinister tugging at his scarred lips, “we’ll be able to talk more privately there.”
Incel!Shigaraki who has never had sex, but wastes no time fulfilling his darkest and roughest desires, living out fantasies he had only ever seen on porn, never imaging he would be blessed with such a beautiful, obedient little whore of his own He stared down with an almost incredulous look on his face as he watched you slink down in front of him with your beautiful ass perched high in the air, your slick entrance shining in the low light of the room just begging for him to finally enter. He shoved himself inside clumsily and with force you weren’t expecting, making you cry out as he filled your aching cunt. You heard him breathing heavily, and he declined to move at first. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw his eyes basking in the sight before him. His hands were gripping your ass and shaking it, even giving small slaps watching your fat jiggle in a way more delectable than he ever could have imagined. When he watched porn he always imagined what it would actually be like to have a beautiful woman under him, complacent and begging for his touch; But the reality proved to be so much better than he ever could have thought. Seemingly coming back to reality after his quick daydream, he pulled out ever so slowly, before slamming into you with even more force than before. “____,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, “scream my name.”
Incel!Shigaraki who stares almost too intently at your stark naked form, just drinking in the erotic sight of your curves and soft skin, making you blush a bit and serving to make you feel sexy and a little more confident than you usually would
Incel!Shigaraki who talks a big game, but ends up inevitably going too hard too fast after he finally stuck it in, involuntarily cumming inside you with delicious whimpers of his own Shigarakis ferocious and sporadic thrusts culminated suddenly with an almost violent stop, and he laid his body across your back as you stayed on your hands and knees on the bed. Feeling his dry lips brush your neck with a sloppy kiss caused you to relax, and you felt his length beginning to soften inside you. “Fuck, ____.” His whispers danced lightly across the sensitive skin behind your ear, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the proximity between you two at the moment. “Your pretty pussy was squeezing my dick so good I came faster than I expected.” Then, he snaked his arms around your waist, grabbing your hips, and flipping you two so you both lay on your backs with you cuddled up to his side snuggly. Though just as you were about to let the aftermath haziness of your release lull you into a deep sleep in Tomouras arms, he brushed some of your messy locks behind your ear as he whispered, “I hope you’re ready for round 2.”
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fairytsuk1 · 1 year
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meet cute GONE SEXUAL?!: THE SERIES
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hello, this is my series of one-shots ft. the boku no hero academia men in various meet-cute situations and letting it delve into something more — good stuff. (all characters are aged up)
disclaimer— these are works about adults and thus only for adults. if you are a minor then please do not interact with these works, as they are full of kinks, nsfw scenarios, and other inappropriate material.
— ordered by oldest to newest
izuku midoriya (modern!au)
"getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids"
tomura shigaraki (college!au)
"getting paired up at a dance class"
shoto todoroki (modern!au)
"moving into a new apartment and realizing they can see directly into their neighbor’s window"
dabi todoroki (college!au)
"getting summoned to the principal’s office for different things and both waiting for their verdict"
katsuki bakugou (modern!au)
"meeting at a holiday resort, both with friends or family tagging along"
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