#tomura sweet sweet boy this is what you need. this is what you deserve

[thefascinatingreader]

What would a yandere kurogiri look like

Platonic Yandere Kurogiri x Izuku Midoriya

Now Kurogiri wouldn't actually take interest in Midoriya until he's been tasked in spying for him. Even though they already had his general information, Tomura wanted to know his weaknesses. So he followed him for a while and nothing peaked his interest until he saw his home life.

More specifically how he was treated by others. How his mother verbally abused him and hit him on a daily basis and was generally treated like shit because he was quirkless. And All Might was a whole other story.

The hero was completely oblivious to how his successor was living. He couldn't even teach him properly. Izuku learned more from a microwave than he did during his year and a half with All Might.

The only solace the boy found was a mini-labradoodle named Indy. He was named after a pre-quirk-era tv character Indiana Jones, an archaeologist who went on adventures and hooked up with hot women who nicknamed him 'Indy', hence the name. His coat was a white-cream color and very fluffy. He was a very loyal dog to Izuku. And All Might was a whole other story.

Rage filled his cold dead soul because somehow, the kid managed to remind him of some distant life. So you can't blame him for almost killing All Might the day he found out his son was left on a roof and given a dangerous quirk that came with a 200-year-old supervillain.

Kurogiri decided to protect him and give him the life he deserved. But he had to get rid of some pests first. Such as All for One, All Might, and Bakugou.

Killing All for One was simple. All it took was a well-timed power outage at Tartarus, and boom, the Scourge of Kamino was dead. All Might was a little harder. But he managed to poison him with a black-market poison that made him bleed internally.

While going through All for One's 'paperwork', he discovered that Tomura was meant to be a glorified meat suit and Forced-Quirk -Activation was used on him to kill his family. He also found out who he was before being transformed into a nomu.

How to deal with Tomura was a difficult decision. He couldn't be allowed to harm Izuku, but Kurogiri couldn't just kill him either; he was his son. He practically raised him.

So Kurogiri told him the truth and his plans for Izuku. Tomura took it in stride and even thanked him for killing All for One. He also practically demanded Kurogiri that he be a part of Izuku's life, as his big brother. Kurogiri, pleasantly surprised, obliged his requests.

Kurogiri busied himself with getting ready to raise Izuku. Tomura-now the Grand Commander- gave him a safehouse. It was in the countryside surrounded by a white picket fence. On the outside, it looked like a cozy cottage, but in the walls and fence, was a state-of-the-art security system designed to make sure nobody got in. Or out.

But it didn't feel like enough so he transferred the ownership of the land to himself. As a backup in case, the government ever tried to take the land. That along with access to All for One's money, and he and his son were set for life.

Kidnapping

He kidnapped Izuku after an exhausting day of training. He did so in hopes that he will struggle less. His efforts were in vain, as Izuku was full of endorphins and was only more pumped up.

But he was no match for a Class A villain who was also a devoted father. He injected him with a black-market drug that would ensure his son was unconscious for what he was about to do. And if he whispered sweet nothings into his ear while he wrapped him up in some blankets, then he was being a good parent.

He took him to Garaki's lab and threatened the doctor to give both him, Izuku, and the dog copies of the life-force quirk All for One had. Then when an examination was done, he promised him that if he tried to meddle in his or Izuku's affairs, then he would meet a very grisly end.

Garaki was only kept alive when Izuku or Kurogiri needed medical attention and for Tomura.

Life With Kurogiri

When Izuku wakes up, he struggles a lot. He's terrified at the sight of Kurogiri but hides it in a face of determination. But his father sees right through the act. The terror masks itself in anger towards Kurogiri, who weathers through his emotional outbursts with patience.

Izuku is coddled as if his life depends on it. Homemade food is always on the table. Whether it's cut-up fruit or cookies, food is always there. Izuku is severely underweight, so not eating isn't an option. It's mandatory, and Izuku doesn't like it.

When he refuses to eat, Kurogiri sits him on his lap and hands feed him the food-often forcing open his mouth-until he deems enough food has been eaten. There's never any fast food, cereal, or instant meals. It's all cooked by Kurogiri.

If Izuku struggles, he will be wrapped up in a blanket and cuddled until he exhausts himself. Whenever Tomura visits-which is often-Izuku is often cuddled and forced to refer to Tomura as his big brother.

Many weekends are often spent cuddling with big brother Tomura, often wrapped in a blanket and drugged with muscle relaxants, watching tv or Tomura playing video games.

The electronics are limited to half and hour a day per device, so Izuku doesn't follow in Tomura's footsteps. Kurogiri's not making that same mistake twice.

Somehow Indy, who always gets Izuku out of dangerous situations, doesn't even try. It's like he knows not to mess with the two villains. But Kurogiri and Tomura take it as a message that Izuku is meant to be with them. Izuku thinks differently.

Punishments

The type of punishment Izuku gets will depend on the type of misdeed he commits. If he refuses to cuddle with them, they'll just wrap him in a blanket and cuddle him that way.

If he refuses food, Kurogiri will force-feed it to him. If he curses at them, he gets his mouth washed with soap and put in time-out.

He does something to hurt himself or others, a spanking, and if he runs away, that gets the worse punishment; a bare-bottomed spanking with an implement along with losing his privileges to everything, such as walking, eating alone, bathing alone, sleeping alone, etc. It's all gone.

Overall, Izuku will never get away from Kurogiri and by extension, Shigaraki. They just want the best for him, whatever it takes.

#Yandere Kurogiri #poor izuku #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #kurogiri #platonic yandere kurogiri #platonic yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki #shigaraki

[dabis-azure-songbird]

hello! i'm a new follower and I recently read your dabi x reader ft. shiggy fics. could i possibly trouble you for a part 3? <3

Hello again! :D Abso-friggin-lutely Love Bug! One tall order of Dabi and Shigaraki coming right up! And remember...It's never trouble to have me write a request for ya! ♥ Here comes part 3~

Pairing: Dabi x Reader feat. Shiggy (Part 3), also some ShigxDabi

Warning: NSFW will ensue immediately below the keep reading button.

Note: This is meant to go with the previous parts, but can also be read as a standalone just fine! Without further ado, enjoy yourselves lovelies~ Also for context purposes, this will take place just after Dabi's video is released to the public, calling out Endeavor. Annnddd Shigaraki also thinks you helped plan it. Some jealousy. Hehe!

Shigaraki is particularly pissed off and in a foul mood when Dabi and yourself walk through the door. Especially if the way he has his arms folded over his chest and a deep crimson eye peeking from beneath his hand is any indication. You feel the hair on the back of your neck raise from his glare and swiftly glance at your snowy-haired boyfriend beside you.

"Dabi...Did you fucking enjoy airing your family's fucking dirty laundry drama?"

You can immediately feel Dabi's air change from pure relief and carefree to growing tension.

"Yeah, I did. Feels good. That a problem? I told you before, I very well have my own goals."

Shigaraki finally climbs to his feet and slowly walks around the both of you in a circle.

"Well, since it seems you've both schemed without me this time. It seems I'll just have to punish the both of you." Shigaraki murmurs morbidly.

Dabi is quick to pull you slightly behind his body.

"They had nothing to do with this. You leave them out of it, ugly. Or else."

Shigaraki's eyes twitch in irritation. "Or else? I don't think you quite understand what you're implying, brat. I know we said she deserved punishment from us both last time, but you... oh, you, are in quite deep shit as well."

Dabi's eyes widen as Shigaraki stands in front of him and grips his chin firmly.

"What're y-"

"Shut your mouth." Shigaraki hisses lowly, lips molding against Dabi's softly.

Your own eyes, like Dabi's, widen as wide as saucers.

"Now, you're going to be a good boy, Dabi. Or else, I'm going to disintegrate all you hold dear. Her." Tomura growls, gripping the top rail of his chair and disintegrating it. As if in a warning.

"Do I make myself clear now?"

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You can feel the velvet binds around your wrists tightly in front of you and only hear with the thick midnight fold over your eyes. Dabi is in a similar predicament with you straddling his hips in a chair, facing him.

"Thought you were quite slick, didn't you? The two of you may be together, but I thought we were getting so much closer."

You hear Dabi's breath intake with a sharp gasp as the snap of a whip cracks across the bare skin of his back.

"Fuuuuccckkkk..." he breathily shudders.

"That's one. Y/N, I want you to use your pretty mouth and count them out for me. We're going to ten. Dabi, your safe word is 'delta'. But I want to hurt you."

"Shiiittt, I won't need it." your boyfriend groans and you can feel the heat growing between the both of you.

Neither of you sees Shigaraki's knowing smile. Oh, he has already known. He knows how you and Dabi are behind closed doors, after all.

Another crack of the whip.

"T-two...Three.......Ten."

Your boyfriend is already a shuddering mess against you, gritting his teeth.

"I had no idea you were such a pain slut, Dabi. You seem quite ready to impale our dear sweet Y/N now. Think you can stand for me?"

Shigaraki grips the plush of your thighs and lifts you up, back pressed into his chest. And catches you off-guard in the process, causing you to let out a shriek.

"What the fuck are you doing, you pervert!? And they're mine." Dabi growls.

"I'm going to have her in a way you probably haven't~ Now, stand, Dabi. Or I'll have all the fun myself." Shigraki chortles.

You feel Dabi rise to his feet in front of you, and blush even though he can't see you.

"Atta boy, Dabi. Now wrap your legs around him, Y/N~"

You do as told and feel yourself clench as Dabi's shaft is pressed hot against you.

"Oh~ I'm sorry. Let me just help both of you."

You shudder as you feel the tip of Dabi's heat rub against you slowly. And something else... Was Shigaraki holding him?

"Mmm, push into her, Dabi. You know she wants it."

You moan out as your boyfriend huffs and pushes deeply into you with little warning. Your senses are on overload. You can hear them, smell them, feel every little ridge and bulge of your boyfriend's cock sliding into the heat of your depths.

And you're pressed back into Shigaraki tightly, sandwiched and held up between the both of them. The male takes the opportunity to steal some sloppy side kisses and carefully runs fingertips around the sensitive skin of your areolas and soft pebbling rosebuds. You mewl softly into the heat and tongue of his mouth.

"Good girl, Y/N. See? I knew you both had obedience in you. Now..."

You feel a nudge and rub against the pucker of your backside.

"I'm going to untie the both of you now, sweetheart. You had better hold onto Dabi. Dabi, you had better help me hold her between us." Shigaraki whispers.

You swallow nervously and rapidly wrap your arms around your boyfriend, resting your hands on his back. Dabi's hands find your hips tightly. He's been trying so hard not to move, but failing slightly and giving shallow thrusts. Like you, he can feel you around him too. The way your heat beckons him and sheathes him completely, the way your slick is pressed and sticking to his balls when he presses deeply into you, and hear your sweet little breaths in his ears.

"Now, dear Y/N. This is going to hurt quite a bit. But trust me. Dabi, you too."

"Shigaraki, you aren't," a defeated sigh against your lips, "...Don't hurt her."

You hear a lewd spit and again the familiar heat presses against your backside. And you mentally try to prepare yourself. Then the stretching and burning begin and you bury your nails into Dabi's back, causing him to groan into your collarbone.

"Dabi, you know what to do."

"Ok, doll. Focus on me. I'm going to distract you a bit until Shigaraki's in."

"O-Ok..." You whine out before Dabi's got you enveloped in heated kisses and removes one hand to sweep your hair and hold the side of your face.

And he moves. God, the drag and pull of the ridge of his head is driving you insane. You still feel uncomfortable at first, but the pain soon dissolves with Dabi serving as the perfect distraction.

Then Shigaraki moves. And you nearly lose it. Dabi can feel him too. You grit your teeth and moan out softly.

"C-can you try to move at the s-same time?" you blubber softly.

Shigaraki smirks as he removes Dabi's blindfold.

"We can. Dabi you should see your sweet girl's expressions. I'm mad, but definitely not going to withhold that from you."

Dabi is OBSESSED with the look on your face right now. Lips so kiss swollen and parted in a possible cry of pleasure. And then he glances at Shigaraki nuzzled slightly in your hair and his hand rubbing again the bud at the apex of your thighs slowly, causing you to moan again. And he nods, and they both move.

Your mind can hardly process them both and Shigaraki's hand. A delightful mix of too much and too little. Your toes curl as you begin to feel shocks through your nerves.

"Ah...so good. You can be rougher now. Please..." you hiccup softly.

Your wish is their command. The two men tag-team you expertly. And you're not sure they've ever worked so well in tandem. And they're overwhelming and over-sensitizing you. You shudder between the both of them, head back against Shigaraki, and breaths leaving in moans.

Dabi's obsession is his downfall. You're so lost in your pleasure and he can't help but hold your hips tightly and decide to press himself quicker and harder into the hold you have on him.

And then you begin to squirm and Shigaraki smirks as he grips the swell of your bosom in his hands and sucks at the skin of your neck, pressing hard in reckless abandon with Dabi.

And you're crying out. Oh, so loud. You don't realize your orgasm has spurted and coated Dabi and his thighs almost completely and the boys both groan as your body gorgeously convulses around them. Then they're both burying their faces into either side of your neck and pumping you as full as they both possibly can.

Your ears are ringing and you groan as Dabi pulls the blindfold slowly from your eyes.

"I've never seen you look more beautiful, doll."

You feel absolutely drunk.

"Well, I think I have a new way to keep you two working together now..."

#dabi request #shigaraki request #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #dabi x you #shigaraki x you

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

As Long as I'm Next to You

as long as i'm next to you by aroacecanon

- He holds up a few All Might themed bandages, “Here! These will make you feel better!” Izuku is smiling again.

Before Tenko can give any kind of response, Izuku is already reaching up to put them on his face. It makes Tenko freeze. Not for any bad reason. No, he's not nervous. It's just been so long since someone has been this nice to him.

Izuku is so focused that his tongue is sticking out a little bit, and his fingers are precise with their gentle movements… It's as if taking care of Tenko is the most important thing in the world. So important that he's giving the older boy his full attention. When was the last time someone took care of him? When was the last time someone gave him positive attention? He can't remember… This… This is nice. He pulls the other boy into a hug. Izuku hesitates, just for a moment, before hugging back. - What if Tenko and Izuku had met a little bit earlier. Before, if ever, Tenko's quirk manifested?

Could they lift each other up on a bad day?

Could they even be friends?

Words: 2274, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is a Good Friend, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Quirkless Discrimination, Kid Midoriya Izuku, Kid Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, POV Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Protective Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko is Not a Villain, tenko deserved better, so he will in this fic, hashtag give tenko a happy ending, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko Needs a Hug, Sweet Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Sweet Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42480342

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠ #Izuku Midoriya #Tomura Shigaraki #Inko Midoriya #R:G #A:Aroacecanon #Quirkless AU

[smallmight-papi]

pegging tomura

femdom!reader x tomura shigaraki

warnings: pegging, dom/sub dynamic, mommy kink, anal fingering, rim job, sub!tomura, cum eating, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dumbification, degradation

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tomura shigaraki is a little pillow prince who likes to be fucked by his mommy until he’s a weeping, slobbering, brainless mess. but he’ll never admit it willingly.

he won’t admit how often he has gotten off to videos of dom/sub pegging. watching how the girl bites her lip as she slowly thrusts into her boyfriends ass, leaving her hips flush with his.

oh how tomura wished for years that was him. now it finally is, since you’ve come along. he does not mention pegging, you did first. he acted disgusted, like it was some awful degrading thing that he would never, ever do. but you saw right through his little act. you saw how a tent began to form in his pants, how his breathing hitched and started to pick up speed. his check were flushed a deep cherry red.

you both were laying back in your shared bed, your hands slowly working your way up his black shirt, feeling the ripples of his abs along the way and the raised scars he had littered across his chest. the feeling of your fingertips against his cold pale skin made him shiver.

slowly but surely, you made your way further down. past the waistband of his sweats before dipping under the taut band. tomura expected your hands to wrap around his cock, but they never did. they worked their way past his cock, past his balls, to his tight untouched hole.

he wanted to let his pride get the best of him and stop you. but deep down he wanted this, ached for this. to have your little fingers knuckle deep in his ass made his cock throb. so he didn’t stop you. he let you experiment by licking your finger and pressing the wet digit slowly into his hole

tomura let out a small whimper, a fire burned deep in his lower belly. he hadn’t felt so much arousal in his life and you were barely inside him yet. your finger worked it’s way in, deeper and deeper before it finally was in all the way.

“ does that feel good tomura? “ you asked him, looking up at him from where your head lay on his chest. your eyes boring into his, his eyes were blown out with lust. he hesitated before quietly answering.

“ y-yes, please keep going “ he spoke, barely above a whisper. when you stalled for a moment he involuntarily pushed his hips down, trying to press your finger deeper, pushing into his prostate.

he let out a choked moan, moving back and forth on your finger, letting it rub up against his neglected g-spot. why didn’t he think to bring this up? he scolded himself for being so childish.

you continued your assault on his sweet spot, adding another finger making his mouth fall agape. high pitched whines leaving his cracked lips, hips violently rutting against your hands, silently begging for more.

“tsk tsk, who would’ve known you were such a disgusting little boy hm? getting off on mommy’s fingers. such a dumb little baby.” you purred, making him screw his eyes shut trying to stop himself for cumming in his pants. your degrading made him yearn for more, he wanted to be mommy’s dumb, pathetic little boy forever.

“ mommy please, i need more. I’ll do whatever you want just please do something” tomura begged, desperation thick in his voice. somehow making it sound more cracked.

you shushed him quietly before pulling down his pants the rest of the way, letting him kick them off onto the floor before immediately turning over on his tummy, knowing exactly what he wants mommy to do to him.

you smirk to yourself, loving how eager your little boy is. you wrap your hands under his thighs, pulling them up so he’s on his knees, face down ass up. tomura expected you to continue fingering his little hole. what he did not expect was to feel the wet muscle of your tongue on him.

his breath loudly hitched, his cock bobbing as it twitched. he couldn’t believe himself, his perfect, gorgeous mommy was licking his desperate tight hole. he didn’t know what he did to deserve this but he was in no way wanting you to stop. all he wanted was for you to make him feel good.

“t-thank you mommy! oh- my god thank you!!” tomura choked out, barely able to speak thanks to the waves of immense pleasure wracking his body, making him jerk and twitch against your tongue.

drool poured out of his open mouth, smearing all over the pillow his head was rested on. his fingers digging into the bedsheets, if he were to die right now, he would die a happy man.

your tongue pushed into his velvety walls, making his legs shake. tomura felt like he was about to cry, he was so overwhelmed with pleasure and you were just using your tongue.

he choked on his breath, reaching down to rub the tip of his cock, which was an angry red. precum dripping onto the bedsheets below him. he had to stop himself instantly. just one small touch to his cock was going to make him cum too soon.

after playing with his ass you decide it’s time for the main course. you reach under the bed. grabbing the shoe box filled with special toys that tomura did not know about. he leaned around, drool still apparent on his check.

“wait w-what’s that mommy??” he said panicked. what were you planning to do to him? although he was nervous, the idea of you torturing him, his cock, and his ass for hours made him leak even further.

“it’s a strap on baby, I’ve seen your search history little boy. i know how badly you want mommy to stretch out that tight ass of yours around her cock, isnt that right?” you spoke confidently as you placed on the strap. you had this planned for weeks. you knew what you were doing.

tomura whined loudly. arousal apparent in his tone. he just wanted to be fucked. to be abused by his mommy until he can’t walk. until he’s screaming and crying for her to stop.

“please fuck me mommy. please” he said quietly. hoping you would just do it already. he was gonna cry if you didn’t put your cock in him within the next 10 seconds.

before he could get another word out he felt the sweet stretch of his ass, his hole being filled with a thick, long toy. his tongue lolled out of his mouth, eyes rolling back into his head.

you hadn’t even gotten all 8 inches in before he was cumming. hot, sticky semen shot out onto the bedsheets below him. spurt after spurt coating the cotton blankets. he cried softly, as he continued to let all of it out.

“im so sorry mommy, i couldn’t help it. it felt so good having you stretch out my virgin ass” tomura cried. hoping you would forgive him. but you can’t.

“little boys dont cum without mommy’s permission. looks like im just gonna have to keep going huh?” you said in a stern tone that made him shake.

“keep going? wha- AH!” he screamed loudly as you started pounding in and out of him. the toy balls deep in his ass, watching as his hole clenched around the dildo.

tears poured down his face, drool still dripping out of his mouth. begs, whimpers, screams and moans falling between his lips as you relentlessly overstimmed his g-spot.

you knew he was close again, it never took him much to cum since he’s always been so touch starved, you reached around and began to stoke his cock in slow long pumps.

soon enough his legs began to shake again as he started to sob loudly.

“mommy don’t! please! it- my cock- hurts!” he choked out. you continued to stroke, ignoring his pathetic pleas.

tomura began cumming again, this time so loudly your sure if everyone didn’t hear him before, they heard him now. his screams were guttural at first before turning into whimpering that made him sound like a hurt puppy dog.

you looked underneath him at the sheets, which were now coated with his sticky cum. there was so much.

you used your spare fingers to scoop up as much of the cum as you can before using your opposite hand to pull his head up by his periwinkle locks and shoving the cum-soaked fingers in his mouth.

he groaned and gagged from the taste of his own juices. but he couldn’t help the arousal it made him feel having his mommy force feed him his ejaculate.

“now what do we say little tomura?”

“thank you mommy”

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shiragaki #tomura shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #mha #mha smut #mha x reader #lov x reader #lov x you #sub tomura #tenko shimura #tenko smut

[kunikuzxshi]

Maybe some hc’s of the men of the LOV reacting to witnessing their crush masturbating? Like maybe they hide back somewhere and watch? And riiiiight at the end, when crush cums…it’s their name that they cry out.

I can do that. Also I put Setsuno because I haven't written much for my poor heartbroken baby very much either. Poor boy deserves some love T^T

Characters: Shigaraki, Setsuno, Dabi, Spinner, Mr. Compress - These aren't in order, come at me, you won't

Shigaraki

The first time he heard it, he thought he was hallucinating

Next time, maybe he should watch where he's going. Must've hit his head pretty hard earlier

The second time he hears your sweet voice though, he can't ignore it

He has to stop himself from sprinting, because if he did, you'd probably hear his loud footsteps

But he's excited, confused, and everything in between, did you seriously think he'd be quiet?

He gets so close to your door that it basically screeches just from a slight touch (like all doors when they can't be loud)

He doesn't do anything except stand there, memorizing every little sound you make

You know he's there, hell, you can see his coat through the crack in the door, but you don't point it out

His hand starts moving to unzip his jeans, but the second you start moving, he stops, scared you noticed not like you didn't know he was there

So, he just goes back to staying quiet, sneaking peeks around the edge of the wall, his erection pressing hard against his partially unzipped jeans

Eventually he takes out his phone and tries to at least record the noise you're making. If he can get a video of you in the act too, he wouldn't mind at all

The second his name falls from you lips, he swears he stained the front of his pants

Dude runs in their faster than Iida ever could

He just lays on your chest for a minute, just trying to see if you would push him away

The second you don't though, you're done for sweetheart

Dabi

Everyone headcanons him as being a sex god, but istg its always the guys that look like they'd be sex gods that are dumb little boys

Moving on, he at least knows enough that moaning can mean two possible things

Pleasure, or that you're mocking an anime character yes my friends do that

Ok anyway, I don't think he's as shy as Shigaraki, but he definitely isn't upfront about it either

He's a little more daring just because he's not 100% sure which one it is

He'll try to sneak into your room if you're facing the opposite direction from your door, but he'll probably duck behind a table or something

He's confused for a good minute

The second he even catches a glimpse of your hand though, he understands immediately

He doesn't wanna sneak out now, because the fuckin' floorboards might creak, but he doesn't just wanna sit there and intrude on you

But he also doesn't wanna be humiliated, so he just sits on the floor, trying to act like he's apart of the wall

He literally tries to crawl to the door after maybe 30 seconds

Fuck the floorboards man, he doesn't care anymore

The second his name seeps through your lips though, just barely audible through your moans, he stops

Literally doggy-style on the floor

He just stands up and walks behind you, or in front depending on where you're sitting

Rest is up to you sweetie, do what you want

Spinner

He just wanted to talk to someone, and you were the only person available

But now he's stuck between floorboards that are loud as FUCK, a door that decided to close somehow, and your room

He is absolutely terrified

He wouldn't want someone walking in on him, so he doesn't wanna walk in on you

It's tempting to stay and watch, especially with the tent starting to form in his own trousers

But he's not gonna stoop down to Tomura's level

Probably tries to climb up somewhere (if he can) so if he needs to move, the fuckin floor won't scream

Otherwise, he stands there

On one hand, he doesn't wanna intrude

On the other, he kind of wants to stay and watch

BUT on the other other hand, he thinks you'll drop his Xbox off of a roof if you catch him

So at that point, its mostly him trying to decide what to do

He just zones out and ignores you

The second he hears his alias or his real name, he snaps back into reality

Motherfucker's probably on the ceiling blushing like crazy

He shuts down after that. You could take a trip to Germany for a week, and he'd still be there trying to process what he heard by the time you get back

Atsuhiro (Mr. Compress)

He's a gentleman, so he tries to ignore it

He quietly closes your door for you, backing up and walking back into his room

I'd say give it 2 minutes before he comes back out of his space

He pulls up a chair and sits by your door, a glass of liquor in his hand

At this point, if you went silent, he'd think something's wrong

So that's why he's there

He ignores it for the most part

Sure, he doesn't need to be there, but he's lonely and he has to make sure you're fine

The second you scream though, he's busting in, whether you like it or not

Doesn't matter if you screamed out his name or not, he's gonna break that door down in 5 seconds

He's just concerned, try to understand

Once he realizes that he actually just walked in on you, he's gonna just break down

Dude falls to his knees because he's dramatic, and frantically tries to apologize since he walked in on such a private moment

Tell him you understand and ask if he wants to join

Its like a 50/50 with him so if you're that desperate, just keep asking and don't let him leave

Setsuno

You're lucky it was just him that just so happened to walk past your room

Overhaul would've had your head, especially if you should've been working

Not to mention, there's a lot of them, so you have barely any privacy in the first place

Just be thankful you got the better man out of everyone, and that Eri wasn't there

He walks in, his eyes closed as he kindly tells you that your door was open

When you ignore him, he tries to say it again, but eventually he gets pissed and opens his eyes

That mask is covering his cheeks but you can tell he's turning red

You just continue, acting like he's not there as he tries to figure out what to do

His hands immediately fly to cover his crotch the second you take a glimpse at him and we all know why

He tells you not to be so loud if you don't want to get in trouble, and that Chrono and Overhaul would beat you if they caught you

At this point, if you say his name, its to get him to shut up

Nonetheless, it doesn't help the tent in his pants

He tries to leave, but you tell him to stop with the excuse that they'll definitely hear you if he opens the door

So he just sits there until you tell him otherwise

He's like a puppy, change my mind

Follows your orders just like one, and he's quite obedient most of the time

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[yanderenightmare]

Do any of the boys give their cocks petnames? like we've heard of nicknames but what about dicknames????

yandere ! BNHA thirsts

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, degradation, condescension, strangeness

this post is so stupid haha

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Does Tomura; the asocial untouchable teenage-virgin creepy stalker gamer-boy have a nickname for his dick? Yes, naturally. Not to mention, he’s a fussy entitled brat with a cultivated god-complex, thinking he’s gifted with extraordinary purpose and ability. But that’s not even the best part, what’s worse is his determination to make all pretty things suffer in worship of him.

“Come on, slut, be a good cock-slave and milk my Joystick.”

But you secretly call it The Creeper behind his back. Just because you’ll often find yourself walking up to seeing it bob against your face, Tomura’s ugly outstretched childish smile looking down at you with such potent beastly lust swirling about within his small red orbs, as he tells you to give it a kiss good morning.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Keigo might have been that pretty-boy heartbreaker who thrived of collecting poor innocent girls virginity only to toss them to the curb in pursuit of a new pretty sweet face, but you can bet he was a little nerd when it came to those plays who starred the knight in shining armor who saves the damsel in distress. And you can guess which play was his favorite.

 “Say hello to Excalibur, sweetheart.”

The story of a sword that was buried so deep inside a rock no one could hope to pull it out except the chosen one. Funny how relatable it is to what transpires between the sheets, when he stabs at your cervix with his shaft until your vision starts to spot and the only thing your still certain of is Keigo is King and you’re his little pleasure-slave.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Deku will get creative. Calling it your prize after spanking you for the better part of an hour, finally giving you every inch of that full-fitting cock cramming into you, filling you up snug, splitting your throbbing pussy apart as you feel your asscheeks sting as you cry from the bliss of it all. But cry too much and his attention will go elsewhere.

“I think Bunny needs a time out with her Binky.”

He’ll put that crybaby-face to work, stuffing your tight throat up with his thick shaft, letting you suck on his lollipop, on your dessert until your all soothed and quiet, ready to take his cock in your pretty pussy without another cry or protest, like a good little girl deserving of Daddy’s cock.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU - RED RIOT

He’ll be gripping your hips roughly as he slaps into you from behind, snapping his hips forward, bucking into you like a wolf going to town on a teacup pup, splitting you in two like a madman with no regard to whether he’s being too rough, just dead-set on making you scream his name.

“Take every inch of this Rock, baby.”

Your guess is he likes words that reminds him of manly things such a power tools and handyman appliances. While calling it his shaft is rather normal, you can't help but shudder if he refers to it as his drill, as though you can already feel him trying to bore straight through to your stomach, where calling it his hammer only gives you the vivid picture of how he plans on pounding painfully deep into you like there’s no tomorrow.

KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT

Denki can also get creative, especially because his cock comes with special features, same features his hands offer, where he can choose to fry his little darlings mind, make her all stupid from shock, tongue lolling from her mouth as she mews with her eyes traveling back into her skull, skin tingling and thighs jolting and pussy flutter around his cock like it’s Zeus mightiest weapon buried inside her.

“Poor dummy, fucked silly on my Lightning Rod.”

Then there’s the little geeky nerd in him that refers back to his teenage years of being obsessed with books and movies like Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, when he beat his meat in his room, thinking of his dick like a staff or a wand that shot lightning and granted wishes and made magic. 

AIZAWA SHOTA - ERASUR HEAD

Shota’s usually very quiet but when he has you tied up, every inch of your body locked tight, having not an ounce of control, no means of teasing him, only able to whine for him and moan so sweetly when he fills you up with his thickness, that’s when he can get really talkative and taunting, cooing at you as he sinks achingly slow into your heat, fucking you at a pace so haunting it makes you writhe in your bonds. 

“My little bratty kitty, so desperate for Master’s Milk she’s willing to beg for it.”

Granted, milk is what comes after, splurging warmth deep inside her core, filling her up with creamy white seed, leaking from her hole once he’s done. His cock is given names like Catnip and Kitty’s favorite toy when she moans out loudly for him, begging for more, for him to stop teasing her and fuck her right, breed her good, like she knows he can.

TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR

You didn't know what a Punty was. You thought for a long time it was just some rather cute name Enji had made you call his monster of a cock as he speared your delicate little body down on it, filling you up so tight you thought for sure each time you were going to rip once he started moving, hoisting your your hips up and down, rooting himself deep and deeper for each slow fulfilling thrust up into your core.

“Let Daddy fuck you full. Take Punty like a good babygirl.”

Then you remembered what it was, perhaps it was the searing hot skin, how it felt like a torch inside you, or in the way his cock-head always seemed blushed irate with an angry red. But a Punty, or Pontil, is a rod made up of solid steel used to gather molten glass from the burning hot furnace before blowing the glass into big pregnant lightbulbs. It makes your stomach fold in itself when looking at the thick meaty pole now, knowing it wants to breach though to your womb.

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[chaoswithinstars]

apologies [Shigaraki T.]

CW: mild neglect kink, mild degradation, dom!reader, begging

Mostly, you take an active roll when you play with your cute toy but today was different. For one, Tomura didn't deserve it. Today he was exceptionally disobedient, pushing your limits and patience with each bratty remark, with each tease and glare sent your way. You also weren't exactly in the mood to forgive. Tomura knows that you could never reward bad behaviour, not even on your best days.

So there he was, completely naked, all of his body presented to you as he played with himself on your bed. Tomura was writhing on your sheets, straddling one of your decorative pillows and thrusting his slender hips against it as you did nothing but watch. His pretty cock was flushed, the colour standing out from the rest of his skin. It complimented the silky ribbon keeping his wrists together and the frilly collar on his arched neck. Tomura's moans mixed perfectly with the sounds of the bell on the collar, each little movement making it chime. It amused you, the sight of your cute little lover so desperate.

"Please, I can't…" Tomura begged, his pretty eyes wide. "I can't come alone, just touch me!"

"No." You replied, making yourself comfortable in your armchair. You leaned on your hand, looking bored out of your mind even as your abdomen burned with need. "Try harder, sweetheart."

Tomura swears you out, spits insults so creative they would make the devil blush but you smile. It doesn't matter how cruel those words are, doesn't matter how he tries to make you take the matters in your own hands- it doesn't work and Tomura absolutely hates it. Hates how bored and uninterested you look, how relaxed your whole posture is, how your eyes don't look at him like he's your angel. So he tries to come while rutting against the pillow even though his knees and thighs burn. Tomura wants to redeem himself in your eyes, wants to feel your gentle yet firm touch, hear you whisper filth in his ears as you stretch his ass open.

"You were very naughty today, lovely. You questioned my authority this whole day, said things that should be kept behind doors in front of an audience. I am not your fool."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I will never again,I'll be good…" Tomura rambles, hanging his head, hiding his face with his hair. You hear a sniffle and then he's looking into your eyes again, face flushed and tear stained. It makes your heart twinge to see him like that but you keep control of yourself. "Please!"

"Fuck your fist for me."

Tomura cries out, frustrated that his little pleas don't budge you yet happy that he could finally feel something else aside from the wet fabric against his dick. He ruts into his fist, twisting his hand over the leaking head of his dick. It's awkward and he has one hand curled into a fist but he tries so hard to gain more pleasure. He looks so pretty, thighs shaking and desperately chasing his high.

"You look pathetic like this, begging and crying." You comment.

"You're mean." He whines in return and you laugh, loud and cruel. Like you don't care.

"Weren't you the one who called me a bitch today? Weren't you the one who said that if it weren't for my mouth you'd have dusted me long ago? Now look at you."

"I'll be better." Tomura promises, giving you that sweet, sweet pleading look and you realize that you like how his eyes sparkle with tears. Maybe you should make him cry more often. "I'll listen, I'll be your good boy."

"We'll see about that, sweetheart." You stand up, slowly walking towards Tomura to gently cup his face. You kiss away his tears, kiss each tear track before kissing his lips. The chapped skin grates ever so slightly against your own but it is somehow nice, just another thing you like about him. "Now, get on all fours, baby. I've got you."

You've never seen Tomura obey you quicker. It sends a thrill down your spine seeing him so eager to please. Usually, there's just a smidge of power struggle, him trying to playfully bite, wrestling to get on top. You like this more than you'd care to admit. Seeing Tomura with his ass in the air, back curving just right and head leaning against his clasped hands as he waits for you, for your touch.

You're gentle now, hands sweetly touching his ass to make Tomura relax a bit more. You kiss and nibble at his thighs, the curve of his butt, the dips of his spine. And, oh, don't his moans sound so much sweeter now? Tomura melts in front of you as you kiss away the tension, as you let him know that he's all good now, that you won't continue being mean to him.

The tension comes back when you grasp his dick, begining to stroke him quick and firm until he's once again a moaning mess. There's a choked off swear as he thrusts into your hand with each stroke, calling out your name and sweetest apologies still. You kiss up his back, molding your body over his. Your lips and teeth leave marks on his skin, you kiss each scar like you always do. The gentleness is what pushes Tomura over the precipice, your name a constant on his lips. You milk him until he's limp beneath you, your hand trapped beneath him. You don't mind, it makes it easier to turn him around and kiss him all over as you untie his hands, take off his collar.

There's a sleepy smile on his lips, maybe even slightly cocky but you didn't mind. Tomura let you coddle him, smiling just a tad more as your cleaned him up, humming back as you murmured how good he was, how much you appreciated him, how much you loved him. He was the one who broke you out of your session, hugging you and carding three fingers through your hair.

"I really am sorry." Tomura rasped into the crook of your neck. "I was frustrated and I took it out on you. You deserve better than a monster like me."

"Lovely, I think I know what I deserve. You're not a monster to me, you're my lovely man. Just try to talk to me when you're feeling like that? That hurt more than what you said."

"I'll try."

"That's all I ask of you."

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[lavenderwhore444]

I’ve been thinking about this all day, so imagine this with me shigaraki is dressed in a long sleeve short wearing some lacy panties ( it can be any color u want) holding one of his stuffed animals u got him while ur fucking his cute ass ( btw i mean pegging him lmaooo) while he’s whining and moaning telling his mommy to slow down

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk ✋😃

-🤡

Bunny

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I'm so obsessed with this. Fluffy tooth-rotting sub shigaraki smut is my weakness. It's my favorite thing.

If you want to use interactive fics, it's easy and makes reading fics SO much better. First, you download the Google Chrome extension. You'll see it in the top right corner of your screen. Next, you enter your name in the first box. If you want to change something other than y/n, please click on the text that says “want to change something other than y/n?” here, you can change any word you want to a different word. When I talk about your quirk I will use y/q

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Warnings: overstimulation kind of? Like overstimulation without the orgasm? Praise kink, slight degradation, reading this will give you a cavity. It's so fucking sweet. Call your dentist before you read this.

Earlier that day, you had found Shigaraki jerking off with your baby blue lacy panties, and as punishment, he had to wear the panties he’d made a mess in all day. In an act of rebellion, he had decided to put on one of your oversized hoodies and forget pants altogether. The sight of him playing his game in a big sweater with his soft cock in your panties made you go wild. When he begged, “mommy, come cuddle with me. I'm cold, ” you lost it and practically pounced on him.

You gave him wet, sloppy kisses and tangled your fingers in his hair, spit smearing all over your faces. Eventually, he ended up lying on his back on the bed. You drooled over the sight of him. His hair was messy from making out, and his lips were wet and puffy. His cheeks were pink to match the head of his semi-hard cock peeking out of the top of your panties. He had his hands covered by your sweater and put them in front of his face, hiding his blush.

“Mommy, am I in trouble?” he whispered, looking up at you, “was I a bad boy?”

“No, sweetie, you're not in trouble. Mommy just thinks you look so pretty in her panties that I couldn't resist having my way with you. And you look so cute in my sweater, Tomu, ” you praised him.

He smiled and hid his face in his hands once again.

“So am I a good boy?” He asked, wanting you to praise him.

“Yes, you are, ” you said, “you're such a good boy Shiggy. Mommy loves you so much, ”

“I love you too, mommy, ” he said, pulling you down into an eager hug.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Tomu, can mommy use her toy on you? Can I make my special boy feel good?” You asked.

He nodded, “want mommy to make me feel good with her toy. Pretty please?”

You grabbed the lube and toy off the bedside table. Tomura bit his lip in excitement, but it seems he forgot that this was still a punishment. You didn't want to remind him verbally, not when he was smiling up at you like that. You'd have to show him.

“Do you remember your safe word, Tomura?” you asked

He pouted when you didn't use a nickname or pet name, but he knew it’s because this was serious. That mommy needed to make him feel safe.

He nodded, “it's evergreen, right, mommy?”

“Good job, ” you praised, “and you promise that if something is wrong, you’ll use it?”

“I promise, ” he said, squirming in anticipation.

“Is there anything new you want to set as a hard limit?” You asked.

“No, ” he said, shaking his head, “I told mommy everything, I promise, ”

“Ok baby, are you ready?” You asked, pressing a lube-covered finger against his asshole.

“Yes, mommy!” He said happily.

You pressed a finger into his well-trained asshole, and he immediately started begging for another.

“More please, mommy. Another finger, pretty please?” he begged.

“Ok, sweetie, ” you cooed, letting him make the most of his time pre-punishment.

He was grinding while you curled your fingers.

“Mommy, ” he said, interrupted by a soft moan, “right there, please, mommy, ”

“Ok, sweetie, ” you said, kissing his forehead.

“Mommy, ‘m ready for your cock, ” he said, “please lemme have your cock, ”

He looked up at you with adoring half-lidded eyes.

“Alright, sweetie, ass up for me, ” you said.

Tomura blushed and assumed the lewd position, wiggling his butt in the air. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his hole.

“That's my good boy, ” you whispered.

You lined yourself up and pushed in slowly, lulling him into a false sense of security. Did he really believe he deserved a reward like this after you caught him a). Touching himself, and b). Making a mess? Surely he was smarter than that. You started at a slow pace, letting him mewl and grind against you. He loved when you were gentle with him. He loved when mommy took good care of her special boy. He was your special boy, and knowing that made both his heart and cock throb.

He was a little upset when you sped up, longing for those slow sweet thrusts. You watched him open his mouth to beg and increased your speed tenfold.

“Mommy!” He cried.

“Shhh honey, I know, ” you said, rubbing his back while you pounded into him.

“M-mommy no too much, ” he whimpered, “please be gentle, mommy, ”

“Nuh-uh, you were naughty today Tomu, naughty boys deserve punishments, ” you scolded.

“Mommy, I'm sorry, ” he cried, “I'm not a naughty boy, I promise Mommy, I promise, ”

“You're a good boy?” You asked.

He nodded, “I'm a good boy. I'm mommy’s good boy, remember? I'm your good boy, ” he managed to choke out.

“Good boys take mommy’s cock, ” you said, “good boys, let mommy fuck their ass however she pleases, ”

He moaned, starting to cry from how fast and rough you were being.

“Mommy, please, ” he whispered.

You reached over and handed him his stuffed bunny.

“Hug your stuffie, baby, ” you said, “hug bunny and take my cock, ok?”

He cuddled the bunny close. Hands closed into fists despite his artist's gloves. He didn't want to take any chances with his sweet bunny. You had got bunny for Tomura’s birthday, and if he ever lost her, he’d be miserable. She was one of his most prized possessions, you always sprayed her with your perfume, and she comforted him when you were gone.

“Mommy, slow down, ” he begged, still holding bunny close, “please, I'm a good boy, mommy, b-but I can't take it!”

“No?” you teased, “you can't take mommy’s cock?”

“Cant take mommy’s cock, ” he said, “can’t take mommy’s cock, ”

You pulled his hair and spanked him, causing him to cry out.

“No more, mommy, please, ” he begged as tears streamed down his now red face.

“Cum for me, and I’ll stop, Tomu, ” you promised.

“H-help please, mommy?” He whispered.

“You want mommy to help you cum? I know just what you want. You want mommy to talk dirty to you, don't you? You want mommy to whisper filth in your ear so your dirty little mind can imagine it?” you teased.

“Yes, ” he croaked, “n-need, ”

“You're clenching so hard around mommy’s toy, sweetheart. I think you like it when mommy’s a little rough with you. I think you're a good little cock slut. Mommy’s good cock slut. When you cum on mommy’s panties, you're gonna have to keep wearing them, Tomu. You're gonna wear mommy’s panties all sticky with your cum, ” you said, leaning in close to his ear.

He groaned. It was incredible what just this could do to him. He was right on the edge. You could tell by the way he was panting with his mouth wide open, eyes rolling back, and how he was humping your panties.

“Cum, mommy, ” he whispered, “I'm gonna cum, mommy, ”

“Good boy, ” you said, rubbing his back.

It was impressive that you were able to keep up this brutal pace, but hard work and determination pay off. Tomura tensed and let out a strangled moan before falling face-first onto the pillow. Hot cum soaked your panties and made them sticky. You were excited to have him wear them for the next day or so. You turned his head so he wouldn't suffocate and brushed some hair out of his face.

You pulled out of him and turned him on his back. He was utterly fucked out and barely conscious, but he still managed to give you a weak smile.

“I almost forgot, sweetie,” you said, riffling through a bag, “I got you a present, ”

He smiled wider, “mommy got me a present?”

You nodded, “my baby took me so well today. You deserve it, ”

You handed him a box, and he opened it. When he first looked at it, he was confused. Why did you give him a tiny sweater? Eventually, he put two and two together and gave you an adoring look.

“You got a sweater for bunny, ” he said, words slurring a little.

“Mhm, ” you said, putting it on her.

He nuzzled his face into her and smiled. You laid down next to him, turning him, so he and bunny were curled into your chest.

“Thank you, mommy, ” he whispered.

You kissed the top of his head, “you're very welcome, ”

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[villainsandvictimsalliance]

thoughts on toga?

Sorry, I was putting some good music to do this 😌 our vampire princess deserves only the best.

PERSONAL THOUGHTS ON TOGA HIMIKO :

First of all, I still maintain that she's one of the best written female characters of bnha.

I used to think she was heavily sexualized on the manga, and while I still maintain that she is hyoersexualized on the fandom and still sexualized on the manga, I came to realize some of Horikoshi's choices are not that bad. Of course, it has a lot to do with certain common motives and symbolisms.

I think my main complain about the way some people write Toga (pushing aside the way the ship her with adults), it's that people either put her a a total child or a total woman.

Oh God, Toga is so smart. She's so under-appreciated, so so much.

"She's a murdered". She's what? 16-17 years old? Let's see the facts.

Toga was born in a family with money.

The first memory we got from her is Toga bitting a bird and showing it to her parents. They reacted pretty bad, like it was terribly spooky and told her to put that away, rejecting her.

After that, she created a mask for herself. She started pretending to be normal, smiling a lot, becoming the sweet overexcited girl.

However, the feeling never went away, because it was part of her quirk. The need to bite people to become them, the joy of wanting to taste the blood of someone she loved.

This could be a side effect like a person with wings wanting to fly, or a person with fire wanting to see the flames.

After stabbing her school crush, she ran away and began a criminal career of stabbing other people, hiding from the police.

This all means she lived in a lie for at least 13 years of her life, before becoming a criminal and loving on the streets at least 3 or 4 more years.

Toga has both taste the high-middle class class and the low class. She knows what is like to have too much money and be empty inside because no one sees you or accepts you, as much as she knows what is like being hungry and with cold, but living with people that love you for who you are.

This girl learned to erase her presence from a young age, before any of the UA kids ever dreamed about having that level of skill. She knows how to fight pretty well in close combat, how to fight with knives, how to trick people, how to choose her preys and when to retire from a fight.

She's extremely smart because she has successfully infiltrated in the heroes side at least three times: during the license exam, during the overhaul arc and on the war arc.

Her great goal is to live and live well. This is fucking magnificent because many people with her experience would reject themselves, thinking they're the problem. Toga knows she's not the problem, but society. She knows she deserves to live and love and have friends and family and she fights for it. In fact, even when so many people say she's insane, she's uses her logic all the time, way more than many other members of the League.

She see humans as they are. Not villains, not heroes. She was able to love Izuku and Ochaco even when they were heroes, she was able to hate overhaul while he was a villain. This shows she's outside the hero-villain toxic narrative, clever girl.

She's not afraid to face anyone when it comes to her rights. She faces Tomura more than once (overhaul arc, mva arc), she doesn't let Dabi intimidate her, she protects Twice and sweetly answers to Mr. Compress and Spinner's worry.

And God, maybe she doesn't have a mutant quirk, but almost. See her pupils, see her fangs. The reason why she makes people uncomfortable it's because she doesn't fit their standards. And she's perfectly okay with people not knowing how to categorize her. In fact, her fight in the MVA arc was because someone was trying to frame her.

I don't know how to make this clear but she's not crazy or psycho.

Toga Himiko would have passed the UA test with honors. She's so further above from the rest. She knows the older generations are full of shit and she knows they can't follow their paths, enough to outgrow Stain's legacy and make her own ideals.

I love how she shows that one can be totally feral and go against the system without stop being oneself.

Her speech to Ochaco on the war arc was incredible. She quickly questioned the idea that heroes can decide who deserves to live and who doesn't by saving only the people they think that deserve to be saved. She criticized the heroes decision to forget and dismiss and put away real people suffering just because they were not passive about their pain. She also make Ochaco see that she was a girl, just like her, not some type of hell demon trying to consume her soul.

She refused to say Shigaraki and decided to call him Tomura instead. This is so important!!!! From a narrative point of view, she's rejecting AFO's last name and accepting Tomura, the boy mourning for a father, a family.

She's observant, analytical, good at judging people, great at adapting and changing her mind.

I love how she kept being so happy and vibrant even in the worst moments.

And she's not just a victim, please. Toga Himiko is not some lost child, not a know-it-all woman. She's a teenager that can understand the situation but still needs tsome guidance.

She's actively changing the system. She's not passive or easy to manipulate. Like Spinner said, she's a free spirit.

So I'd love to see more fanfics depicting this. She's an amazing character at the level of most male characters on bnha, just like Ochaco, for example.

I'd love to see more headcanons about her with people her age. Real headcanons.

What about Momo and Toga talking about how boring can fancy parties be? How people with money are crazy sometimes?

What about Toga talking with Jirou about beinf girls that are considered "bros" by her friends?

What about Toga talking about being a little mutant and Tsuyu talking with her about hating cold weather?

What about Toga and Kirishima being overexcited and full of positivity together? About Denki and Toga talking about celebrities and TigTog? About Toga and the people from class 1-B bonding over being considered less when they're as good as class 1-A? Toga and Shinsou? Toga and Koda loving cats? Toga and Shoji playing card games? Toga and Tokoyami loving metal music? Toga and Bakugo loving romance stories?

What about Toga admiring female pro-heroes? Mirko seems loud and determined, Toga would adore her under other circumstances. Fuyumi helping Toga with her self-care because she ran away young. Toga showing Eri that they both have "scary" quirks and it's not wrong! They're both went through really bad moments and they're not bad! Toga being a big fan of the Wild Wild Pussycats. Toga adoring Vlad King and Present Mic.

The potential is there.

Anyway I just want more creativity, maybe. People writing more about Toga and the implications of her childhood, about how insane she is a fighter and a human being.

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[inkykeiji]

i like the way they run, then fall, then die

character: shigaraki tomura

genre: gore/violence for torture, then smut

notes: this takes place before the events of break my bones but act as my spine! please, please heed the warnings. the entire first half of this is a torture scene. if you’re just here for the smut and would prefer not to read the torture, scroll all the way down to the three stars dividing part one from part two - you can still read the smut without reading the torture if u wanna, all you need to know is that tomura tortured + murdered a boy who had been harassing the reader at university and now he’s coming home. please please please stay safe <33 | title credit: nitro cell by city morgue

warnings: 18+, torture, murder, blood/gore, graphic depictions of violence, daddy kink, spanking with a belt, edging, mild degradation, possessiveness/generally toxic relationship

words: 4.6k

synopsis:

He isn’t usually one for torture—all this pleading drives him absolutely insane, makes it feel like a thousand tiny bugs are crawling under his skin. However, when it comes to someone who has wronged you, well…that’s a different issue entirely.

Men who bother you deserve to be tortured within an inch of their lives, and Tomura will gladly endure their pitiful begging; he wants to hear them beg and plead and cry like the pathetic pieces of shit they are. He wants them to suffer, and to suffer immensely, for even thinking about touching something that’s his, for daring to utter a disrespectful word to something that’s his.

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Bleary hazel eyes open, blinking twice then squinting as they try to adjust to the bright light, a head full of orange curls lolling back heavily. It takes the boy’s hazy mind a few moments to register the fact that he’s tied to a chair, thick rope binding him to it.

Tomura knows the boy recognizes him almost instantly when their gaze meets and his hazel eyes widen in an almost comical manner, breath hitching painfully in his chest as he chokes on a gasp. A wicked, toothless smile spreads across Tomura’s face.

He’d have a hard time forgetting those ruby eyes that, impossibly, seem like they’re glowing under the fluorescent lights of the old abandoned A.F.O laboratory; those same eyes that had glared at the redhead over your shoulder only a few days ago as Tomura caught you in his arms.  

This boy had been pestering you for a while now. You hadn’t thought much of it the first day it happened, wrote it off as some overeager and overconfident college boy, but by the third day you were sure this classified as harassment. Sick of repeating yourself and firmly telling the boy that you have a boyfriend and you’re not interested, you whined to Tomura about it that night after dinner, your head in his lap as his slender fingers carded through your hair—and inadvertently sentenced the boy to death, right then and there.

You’re not sure you’ve ever felt more relieved in your life when you spotted Tomura leaning casually against the Maybach after your last class had ended, the day after you had voiced your complaints. Taking off the moment your eyes met, you ran into his waiting arms, cutting the boy off mid-sentence. Tomura must’ve given that boy an awfully nasty look, because the harassment magically stopped.

Or so you thought.

Nevertheless, the boy manages to spit out a shaky, “Wh-Who are you?” as he begins to struggle against his restraints.

“Aw, come on, you know who I am,” Tomura says like their old friends, walking a few feet towards him with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Where am I? What am I doing here?” his eyes dart around the room wildly, barely pausing on the three men leaning against the wall behind Tomura before they find his face again, big and frenzied.

Tomura’s smile spreads, revealing sharp white teeth. He isn’t usually one for torture—all this pleading drives him absolutely insane, makes it feel like a thousand tiny bugs are crawling under his skin. However, when it comes to someone who has wronged you, well…that’s a different issue entirely.

Men who bother you deserve to be tortured within an inch of their lives, and Tomura will gladly endure their pitiful begging; he wants to hear them beg and plead and cry like the pathetic pieces of shit they are. He wants them to suffer, and to suffer immensely, for even thinking about touching something that’s his, for daring to utter a disrespectful word to something that’s his.

He doesn’t answer the boy’s questions, instead opting to pull out his phone and scroll through it quickly.

“You wanna see the love of my life?” there’s a slight bite to his tone as he shoves the device in the redhead’s face, pale hand gripping it so tightly it trembles a little.

The kid’s eyes fill with tears as he stares at your smiling face, tiny sobs beginning to sound from deep in his throat. His eyes flit between the screen and Tomura, an impending sense of doom looming over him.

“She’s real pretty, isn’t she?” he asks mockingly, a hint of a pout in his voice. “Pretty enough to harass, yeah? Pretty enough to render you incapable of understanding the word no, eh?”

“I’m sorry,” the kid’s already wailing, pathetic sobs beginning get under Tomura’s skin, blunt nails absentmindedly scratching at his wrist and forearm. “I-I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, I swear!”

“Ah?” Tomura stops for a moment, blinking at the kid with wide eyes, mimicking astonishment. “Now I know that’s a lie,” he smirks. “I heard her tell you, several times. Do you have hearing problems? Is there something wrong with your memory?”

The kid stares at him, mouth opening and closing quickly, exhaling shallow breaths in rapid little huffs.

“You seem to be hearing fine right now,” Tomura continues, voice still painfully calm. “And you remember her, and me, so I doubt there’s something wrong with your memory, right?” he stops, only a few feet from the kid now. “Right?”

The poor redhead can’t find his voice, only able to emit these tiny, pitiful sounds in the back of his throat, peppered between his obnoxious sobbing. He shakes his head, then nods, then shakes his head again, movements jerky and frantic.

Tomura’s eyebrows knit, and he tilts his head to the side. “Well, which one is it?” his voice is so casual, and he sounds almost as if he’s worried about the boy’s inability to decide.

Sighing after a beat of silence, Tomura tuts his tongue and shakes his head, cocking his gun. “Shame,” he points the gun at the kid’s head, closing an eye as he adjusts his aim, tongue poking his cheek.

“No!” the kid cries out, squirming against his restraints. “I-I—You’re right! There’s nothing wrong w-with my hearing or my memory, please—”

“Mm, thought so,” Tomura says softly to himself, nodding as he swiftly readjusts his aim and pulls the trigger, shattering the kid’s right kneecap.

The redhead lets out an absolutely bloodcurdling scream, throwing his head back as he thrashes wildly against the thick rope again, the legs of the chair scraping against the concrete.

“Ouch!” Dabi laughs from his spot on the floor, leaning back against the far wall, blue eyes dancing with mirth.

“Ugh,” Chisaki groans beside him, looking away in disgust.

Tomura takes a moment to admire his work, Dabi’s encouraging laughter inspiring another bout of confidence to surge through his chest. He had been close enough that the bullet caused the entire kneecap to explode, sending little bits of bone and flesh flying, thick blood immediately beginning to cascade down the boy’s leg, soaking straight through the denim of his jeans.

“Now,” he continues, speaking over the boy’s shouting with a levelled voice. “I’m gonna cut those pesky ears off your fucking head, since you don’t seem to use them,” he looks over at Dabi and nods once, prompting Dabi to hop up and leave the laboratory.

“But before that,” he stops in front of the kid and leans forward, his face only a few inches away. “Do you wanna know what her pussy tastes like? Hmm? I bet you do. I bet you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

He’s still blubbering, Tomura’s words barely registering, ears ringing from the gunshot. Crimson eyes search his face intently, bright with the intoxicating mix of adrenaline and exhilaration that the rush of torture affords him. Tomura wrinkles his nose a little at the snot running down the kids face and onto his lips, face red and streaked with gleaming tears.

“I’ll tell you,” he says, voice dropping into a growl. “It’ll be the last thing you hear before I take those good-for-nothing ears from you—what a treat!” he laughs a little, resting his hands on his bent knees, inching forward just a hint more. “She tastes like strawberries and honey; the perfect balance of tart and sweet. God, her cum’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, the most decadent cream…Fuck,” he breathes, pulling back with a malicious grin. “Now you got me craving her,”

Dabi returns then, coming to stand beside Tomura, and the kid’s so consumed with pain that he doesn’t even notice the little reciprocating saw in Dabi’s hands.

“Ah, thank you,” Tomura says as he takes it, a devious smile spreading across his face. He turns the saw on, testing it by squeezing the trigger a few times. “Perfect. Now,”

He grabs an ear by the cartilage and yanks, holding it taut from the head. The kid squirms, trying to wiggle his way out of Tomura’s grasp and he growls, asking Dabi to hold his head steady.

The saw slices through the ear like butter, cleanly slashing it from his head in one quick motion. Blood begins to gush from the wound immediately, streaming down the redhead’s cheek, thick, sticky drops dripping off his jaw and onto his collarbone.  

“One,” Tomura counts gleefully, tossing the ear to the side. It hits the concrete with a sickening splat! a few feet away.

“Very Mr. Blonde of you, Tomura,” Chisaki rolls his eyes as Tomura moves onto the next ear, Dabi nearly snapping the kid’s neck as he forces his head to tilt the other way, allowing his boss easier access to the second appendage.

“Oh!” Dabi gasps as the saw neatly slices the second ear off. “We should set him on fire,” he suggests, sapphire eyes glittering at the prospect.

“Oh?” Tomura looks up at him, intrigued, decapitated ear still hanging between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you have any kerosene in your car?”

“Nah, but I could go get some—”

“Can we please finish this, already?” Chisaki whines, pushing off the wall and walking towards the two men. “My lunchbreak is almost over,” he checks his watch, frowning.

“Alright, Mr. Head Chemist, your lunchbreak is almost over. You have to head back to work—we are gonna find some kerosene,”

Chisaki sighs, rubbing at his eyes with his fingers. “Your father would like you at the lab today, Tomura,” he says flatly.

Tomura groans, shoulders slumping as he dramatically throws his head back to glare at the ceiling. “But the lab is so boring when there aren’t any experiments or testings going on,” he complains with a slight pout.

“I could finish him off, if you want,” Dabi offers.

“No! Where’s the fun in that? What good is torturing him if I don’t even get to see him die?”

“Look, I don’t care how you do it, just hurry up,” Chisaki spits, turning to walk away. “I’m going to my car—you better be in yours in five minutes,”

“God, he’s no fun,” Tomura mutters to Dabi, who nods in agreement.

“I heard that!” Chisaki hollers as he continues walking, not bothering to look back.

“You were supposed to!” Tomura calls in response, rolling his eyes. “Damn,” he sighs in disappointment, turning back to the boy. His face is slippery with blood, pouring down either side and streaking his neck and the collar of his polo shirt. He’s gone into shock from the pain, screams cut off into choked little whimpers and hiccups. “Looks like our playtime ends here,”

He shrugs, almost indifferent, cocks his gun again and fluidly aims at the boy’s forehead, pulling the trigger without a second thought.

Wet splatters of crimson stain the concrete, echoing throughout the mostly vacant building, the boy’s quiet little sounds cutting off abruptly. Tomura watches as the light fades from his wide, terrified eyes, watches as the hazel goes from vibrant to dull, and the kid’s head falls back, blood beginning to trickle down the bridge of his nose.

A car honks twice outside and Tomura snarls a little to himself, whipping his head around and glaring at the door to the lab, hanging half open and letting pale sunlight leak in.

His grip tightens around his gun, fingers flexing around the metal warmed by his palm. “I’m gonna kill him,” he seethes, eyes narrowing.

“Nah, don’t be stupid,” Dabi laughs, shaking his head a little. “We still need him,”

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Tomura returns to the penthouse earlier than expected, startling you when large hands wrap around your hips just as you’re removing a loaf of freshly baked banana bread from the oven.

“Aw, baby, playing housewife?” he coos, breath hot against your ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth.

A sigh slips through your parted lips and you lean back against his chest, tipping your head to the side and eyes closing.

“Our bananas were going bad,” you explain softly, in a bit of a trance as nimble fingers rub small circles into your hips.  

“Oh?” he asks, as if he’s genuinely interested, lips leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. “It’s so cute when you get all domestic,” tender hands slide up your torso, coming to cup your breasts as he kneads them gently, tweaking a nipple through the thin material of your dress.

Your back arches as you try to press into his palms more, quiet mewls spilling from your lips.

“What’s gotten—” you cut yourself off with a sharp intake of breath as teeth sink into your skin. “What’s gotten into you?”

Tomura usually isn’t this…soft. He’s affectionate for sure, but his after work affections usually include slamming you up against the nearest wall, counter, or table and almost violently claiming your mouth with his, tongue invading viciously as rough, eager hands rip off clothing.

“Missed you,” he mumbles against your skin, tongue tracing the fresh bite. “What, daddy can’t miss his baby?” A hand snakes down your body and slips between your thighs while the other stays preoccupied with rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb.

Little hands fly out to grip the edge of the counter as you yelp in surprise, steadying yourself as he pinches your clit. A dark chuckle sounds deep in his chest, vibrating against your back.

“Already so wet?” His fingers prod at your little hole through the flimsy material of your panties. “Did you miss daddy as much as he missed you?”

“I-I always do,”

“Oh yeah?” Moving your panties to the side, the pads of his fingers tease your slit, collecting wetness. “And did you happen to be thinking of something naughty while you were playing housewife?”

Two fingers push into you just as you open your mouth to respond, a small strangled hiss escaping your throat. It burns a little, tiny hole stretched around the digits, sucking them in.

“Hmm?” he frowns, looking almost concerned. You’d believe he was, too, if it weren’t for that wicked glint in his dark eyes, shining every time you emitted a soft noise of pleasure instead of an answer.

And then he’s curling his fingers against your spot every time you try to speak, frustration building in your chest until you’re finally able to force out, “D-Daddy, fuck me al-already!” lips set in a deep pout and eyebrows pushed together.

His fingers halt their ministrations entirely and he pulls back to look at you, ruby eyes studying your face intently, firmly pressing his lips together. It takes your clouded mind a few moments to register the words you just said, the high, whiny tone you just used…then your eyes are widening and a gasp claws its way out of your throat, shaking your head vigorously as if to say, I didn’t mean it!

“I’m feeling good today,” he begins slowly, voice even and controlled. “So you’re getting off with a few spanks for that attitude of yours. Now go bend over the dining room table,”

His voice sends chills pebbling across your skin, spikes of ice shooting up your spine. You want to protest—he can see it in your eyes, the urge tickling the tip of your tongue. You want to tell him you didn’t mean to talk back to him, promise! It’s just that you want his cock so bad! You swear! Scarlet eyes watch you sharply, daring you to utter the words, looking almost as if he’s hoping you do, just to give him an excuse to lengthen your punishment.

But you don’t want that—a longer punishment means you’ll have to wait even more before his cock’s finally inside you—so you force yourself to swallow the words and nod solemnly, sulking towards the table and draping yourself over it.

Calloused hands run up your thighs, taking the hem of your little dress with them and bunching the material around your waist. He smirks at your cute little panties, hands running over your ass and kneading for a moment before he hooks his thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down your legs. You step out of them and a low laugh rumbles in his chest as he feels the soaked material, bunching it up and stuffing it in his pocket.

The wood of the table is cool against your cheek, your heart palpitating in your chest as you anticipate the first hit.

Except it doesn’t come, and a beat of silence passes before you hear the gentle clinking of his belt buckle.

“No!” you gasp, little fingers curling around the edges of the table as you hug yourself closer to the surface, eyes snapping open and consciously forcing your head to stay pressed against it, not daring to look back at him. “No, daddy, please, not the belt,”

“Aw baby, you’re precious,” he chuckles a little, the sound making your stomach flutter. “Good girls take their punishments without complaint, and you want to be good for daddy, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimper, nodding against the table. He hums to himself.

“You will get twenty lashes for your behaviour, and you will count each one aloud,” Tomura explains as he folds the belt in his hands, the leather squeaking softly. “Do you understand?”

You nod again, earning yourself a superficial slap on your bare skin from the back of his hand. It still stings.

“Use your words,”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling the smooth leather in his hands.

A tense, heavy silence settles in the air, your chest swelling as you subconsciously hold your breath in expectation of the first blow, crying out when the belt finally collides with your ass. The leather cuts into your flesh, leaving thin welts across the soft skin. Sharp slaps echo throughout the empty penthouse intermittently, mingled with the soft sounds of your uneven breath and pathetic little whines.

By ten, you’re whimpering into the table, tears leaking from your eyes and sharp edges biting into your palms as you grip it.

By fifteen, you’re full-on sobbing and having difficulty staying still, hips wiggling and legs trembling as you cry out the numbers, muffled by the table.

“Daddy,” you hiccup, blinking your bleary eyes furiously to clear them from tears. “Daddy, I’m sorry,”

“I know you are, sweetheart,” Tomura says a little breathlessly behind you, cock straining against his slacks. “You’re almost there baby, five more to go. Be a good girl and finish your punishment,”

The statement makes you cry harder, but you manage to force out the words, “Yes, daddy,” between your wailing.

The last five are, admittedly, the most difficult for the both of you. Your soft whimpers of “Please, daddy,” and “Hurts, daddy,” nearly enough to make him forego the final five. But an intentional brat like you must learn her lesson.

When the final hit comes, you unclench your fingers from the edges of the dining room table and flex them, feeling proud of yourself for taking all twenty. Tomura’s pressed up against you in an instant, his body folded over yours, pinning you to the table.

“My pretty little baby girl, you did so well,” the words are whispered into your hair as cold hands caress the stinging skin, using his feet to nudge yours further apart. “So good for me,”

A hand trails down and between your thighs, nimble fingers slipping between your folds. He groans a little as the pads of his fingers collect your slickness; you’re still so wet.

“Such a good, good girl, getting this wet for me,”

“Please daddy, c-can I—” a little hiccup cuts you off, the pad of Tomura’s thumb swiping across your cheek to catch a stray tear as you struggle to look back at him. “Can I have your cock now?” you whimper out, eagerly pushing your hips back and into his hand, almost as if you’re trying to grind against it.

Christ, what did he do to deserve such a good little slut like you? Your lashes are still wet, little droplets of water clinging to them, soft sniffles still catching in your chest. And you’re staring at him with those wide, glistening doe eyes, your lips puffy from crying, desperately awaiting his answer as your hips move in little circles, trying to catch your clit on his fingers.

You can feel his cock, pressed up against your ass through his pants, and it only makes you crave him more, little hole fluttering around nothing.

“Yeah?” he breathes, lips at your ear. “You want it?” he pushes his hips against you more, laughing a little when you whine and nod your head fervently, rubbing your ass back against him despite the way your sensitive, wounded skin snags on the rough material.

“Yes, yes, please, I-I want it,” you babble, your head gone hazy from the intense, heady mix of pain and desire, no longer able to think about anything else except how badly you need him to fill you up.

“Do you think you deserve it?” his voice drops an octave, smooth and low as two fingers dip into you again.

“Yes,” you respond without any hesitation.

He hums softly to himself, fingers pumping in and out of you slowly, knuckles curling periodically, pressing forcefully against your gummy walls and pulling broken, needy whines from your throat. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough, intense spikes of pleasure that have your stomach swooping as your hips squirm, trying in vain to bounce on his fingers, to speed up the pace just a little more.

“Please daddy,” you’re sobbing again, words garbled through spit and tears. “Please, please fuck me,”

“I am fucking you, baby,”

And you hate how unaffected he sounds, just a slight breathiness to his voice, hate the way you can hear his smug smirk.

“With your cock!” you cry in demand, a violent shiver coursing through your entire body as his knuckles press into that spot again, hard and ruthless in his assault of your poor pussy.

“There you go again,” he says, voice fading into a growl as his fingers begin to viciously curl over and over, rapidly picking up the pace. “Being a fucking brat. And you were doing so well, too…Didn’t your punishment teach you anything? Only patient little girls get daddy’s cock in their soaking little cunts,”

“Oh, daddy, please, please, I-I’m sorry! I just—”

“Maybe I’ll fuck your throat instead,” he muses, sadistic smile spreading across his face as you weep loudly, shaking your head with vigour and chanting out the word no. Tears are steadily streaming down your soft cheeks and Tomura’s not sure he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. It makes his cock throb, laughing at the way you moan wantonly when he grinds it against you again.

“You’re a greedy little slut, y’know that?” he whispers in your ear as the tempo of his thrusts increase more. “You’re lucky daddy’s giving you anything at all after the tone you used in the kitchen,”

“Bu-But I took my punishment!”

“Oh, my poor baby,” his voice is sickly sweet, fake and syrupy and absolutely dripping with derision. “Poor thing, has to take daddy’s fingers instead of his cock, poor thing has to have her tight little pussy stretched out before she can take my cock, you poor fucking thing,” a hand collides with your ass, the resounding slap! of your skin against his palm ringing in your ears, a pretty handprint already beginning to form on your abused skin.

You nearly scream, cutting yourself off midway to bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to leave little purple indents in the flesh, breathing out harshly through your nose.

“Insatiable little whore, thinking she’s entitled to my cock,” he spits, thumb finally finding your clit and rubbing quick circles into it. He can tell you’re close, pussy pulsing around his fingers, entire body jolting with each swipe of his thumb over your sensitive bud.

“Feet apart, damn it,” he growls as he kicks at your ankles, forcing your legs to spread again.

Teeth bite into your tongue, refraining from nearly blurting out that you can’t help it, it’s too much, the pleasure is practically blinding, your thighs instinctually squeezing around his wrist.

And, God, you’re so close. He knows, of course, is able to read every micro-expression perfectly—every hitch in your breath, every mewl bubbling past your lips, every twitch, jerk, quiver of your body—and every time you’re teetering on that edge, he stops, slows his pace, takes his thumb away completely, until you’re a sweaty, shuddering mess, until you’ve gone dazed and numb from how badly you need to cum.

Finally, finally, when he thinks he’s tortured you enough, when your legs are nothing but trembling jello, when you’ve been fucked stupid by just his fingers alone, vocabulary seemingly reduced to the words daddy and cock—finally he removes his fingers and pushes the head in, and it stings a bit as your cute little cunt struggles to stretch around him.

“How are you still so fucking tight?” he breathes out, as if he isn’t the one who doesn’t ever fuck you with more than two fingers even though he knows that the girth of his fingers are, obviously, no match for the girth of his cock. Merely able to whine in response, you impatiently push your hips back, and then he really fucking snaps.

Before you even know what’s going on, your aching little hole is being filled entirely with one harsh, quick thrust.

He sets a ruthless pace immediately, growling about how much of a little cockslut you are, how you’re practically starving for his cum, how his cock must be all you dumb little brain can think about.

Your sweet cunt is clenching around him after only three drags of his cock against your spot, and the laugh he barks out is nothing short of vicious. His thrusts don’t slow, fucking you right through your orgasm, grunting about how pathetically easy it is to make you gush all over him.

The legs of the table screech as they scrape against the hardwood, Tomura moving the entire piece of furniture with the force of his powerful thrusts. And all you can do it take it, eyes rolling back as your fingers grip the edges of the table again, desperately trying to keep your legs from giving out entirely, body gone limp and bouncing vehemently as his hips piston into you.

Then he’s spilling himself into you, spurt after spurt of hot cum filling you up as his hips stutter, cock pulsing, strands of silvery-blue hair stuck to his forehead and neck.

Christ, you look so gorgeous all fucked out from his fingers and his cock, thick cum leaking out of you and down your inner thigh. The head of his cock drags over your ass, smearing excess cum across your skin, an extra little reminder that you are his, that you belong to him.

It glitters under the low light of the dining room—the sun’s almost completely sunk below the horizon now, the dim neon glow of the city spilling into the penthouse through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Mine,” he says softly, just a huff of breath forced from his heaving chest, thumb swiping though the cum and rubbing it into the deep, swollen welts.

Yes, you think, too far gone to use your words, throat sore and raw from your crying. Yours, forever.

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♡   —   pairing: shigaraki x reader

♡   —   tags/warnings: college au, mentions of drug use, eating out, male masturbation, heavy pining, slight angst, female reader

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oh, how he adores you. he's on his hands and knees whenever you call, sometimes literally. he can’t express how much his body and mind is always wanting and needing more of you. he hasn’t felt this thrill before, not even when he tried molly in his freshman year. his body jolts every time you’re on his sight and he’s ready to drop everything, kill anyone, be anything if it means he gets to see you smile.

when he watches you walk around campus, he can't believe you’re really his. he can’t believe that if he ever got the guts to call out for you in public, you would wave back at him. that you would let everyone know he’s your favourite boy if he ever dared to approach you while you’re with your friends, even if you’ve asked him multiple times to do so. he observes you from the corner of the cafeteria while his friends mock him for the way he looks so fucking enamoured by you. and for once, he lets them talk.

he's obsessed with the way you suck on lollipops daily, eyes fixated on the person you’re talking to while your lips form a perfect circular shape around the candy. he can’t get enough of the sight of you crossing your legs mid-conversation, enticing enough for him to shudder. he loses himself every time you run your hands through his hair when you kiss him and the way your lips ghost his cheek as your fingers slowly trace his chest up, making him squirm without losing a single item of clothing. he hates how much he touches himself thinking of you, as if somehow he's staining your image with his frenzy hand. hates how he always comes when he's eating you out, the friction with the sheets, the honey dripping from your cunt and your sweet moans being enough to push him off the edge. he abhorrences how he has to imagine you’re by his side every night or else he can't get himself to have a good night rest.

most of all, tomura completely despises that even if you always greet him with a kiss, he can't shake the feeling that you could do better, so much better. even if you say you’re happy by his side, he can't help but pray to whatever god is listening that he can have one more day or you not realizing you’re losing your time with him. he wonders if you truly don’t notice the way good-looking guys ogle you. they could offer so much more, a step family that would adore you, vacations in the maldives, a house with a picket fence and no more malicious whispers about you and your ill taste in men. 

he loves you. he's utterly in love with your existence, with the way you breathe and look at him, as if, somehow, you’re seeing something far more different than what he sees in the mirror every morning. he wishes he could smile more frequently when you say something nice, that he could put his arm around your waist and parade you around campus like you deserve instead of shyly taking your hand into the pocket of his hoodie. he wishes you knew how much he truly adores you and how bad he feels he isn’t giving as much as he is receiving.

you’re reading by the window, the sun kissing your skin in reverence. even if he knows he doesn't deserve to look at you, tomura would do anything for you to understand he would give up his life for you in an instant without a second thought.

and he hopes that one day, it can be enough.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x you #shigaraki angst

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A Sirius Black x reader angst where he's always flirting with other girls and one day she's had enough and breaks up with him. its only then that he realises how much he loves and needs her, but she doesn't want him anymore. angst ending for sirius, but maybe reader could have a new good relationship or something?

Obsession

Ok, so this is good but also like horrible. Like if I weren’t me, I would cringe at this (i honestly still kinda do). I’ve had a tough time writing at all but a harder time writing Sirius because an angry blow torch and hand mannequin boy are stuck rent-free in my mind. So I um...mixed fandoms I CAN'T HELP IT OK this is what you get for giving me creative freedom ig 🙄  , But I will get through the requests.  

And at your request i will also rewrite this if you want LMAO

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Download obvi. Click the icon (upper right by the search bar) in the first box to enter your name. If you did it correctly y/n should read as your actual name. Under that it will say something along the lines of “need to change something other than y/n?” there you can change anything you want.y/h/c and y/h don't work together so please enter y/ho if you're inputting your Hogwarts house

TW: Oh baby, get ready, kidnapping, semi-forced sex (coercion?) asshole Sirius, self-harm? Like scratching? Stupid fic that sucks, yandere Sirius which, yes, deserves a warning and a big one at that. Death threats, lol. Me simping for a psycho who desperately needs Chapstick.

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It wasn't anything new. Not at all. It shouldn't be normal like this. But it was. Everyone wanted Sirius. Everyone. You often asked yourself why he chose you, but you had never come up with an answer, and neither had he. Sirius always laughed it off. Made a dumb joke. It was pointless.

Almost everything was pointless with Sirius. Making plans, sitting together, being partners in class, and it was incredibly pointless to try and object to sex.

It was always “oh, but y/n I need you so bad baby. Look at how hard I am. Just for you. So hard it fucking hurts. Oh y/n please, ”

So you always gave in. Before you were dating, every sexual exploit Sirius had was public knowledge. But he never told anyone about you. Most of the school didn't even know you were dating.

It was normal for Sirius to wink at a girl, put a hand on her thigh, compliment her before tucking her hair behind her ear, “I'm just joking y/n. I'm not fucking them. Don't be so dramatic.”

“You're not dramatic y/n, ” is what literally anyone else would say if you told them about it. But you didn't. Hell, not even the pillow you cried into knew why.

You had decided enough was enough.

“Sirius, we need to talk, love, ” you said as he tried to pull your shirt off.

He smirked “ooohh, I get it. You want to hear how fucking hard I am for you, how pretty you sound moaning my name?” he chuckled.

“N-no, I want to talk about something else, ” you whispered

“What? Do you have a piss kink or something?” he asked.

“No, Sirius, not everything is about sex!” you said, much louder than you intended to.

He nodded, “so it's your period, huh? It's ok, you can still blow me, ” he shrugged.

“No! It's about you being all over the other girls. All. The. Damn. Time. Every time I see you, a girl is hanging on your shoulder.” you said.

“Oh my god, y/n, you are the most dramatic woman I've ever met. Have you never had a friendly conversation before?” he scoffed.

“I've had plenty of conversations with other boys, and I didn't have my hand on their thigh the entire conversation,” you said.

“God, just calm down; why are you so emotional?” he sighed.

“why aren't you so emotional. Why aren't you worried that you made me sad? Do you even care?” you sniffled.

“Of course I care, but hon, we need to move past this. It's stupid, and I haven't really done anything wrong. It's fine, ” Sirius smiled, pulling at the waistband of your pants.

“Get off me, ” you groaned, pushing him away by his head.

“Ow ow ow y/n the hair! That hurts!” he whined.

You gave it an extra tug before storming into your dorm.

By the end of the night, your pillow was wet with tears and sticky with snot. You threw the cover off of it before washing your face. The cold water felt heavenly against your watery, itchy eyes and irritated nose. A couple of shaky deep breaths stilled your cries as you fell into the sweet release of sleep.

However, the morning was hell. The whispers and laughter were horrible. The sympathetic looks were even worse.

‘I don't need to be coddled; I'm not made of glass.’ you huffed to yourself.

You sat down at the y/ho table and began to eat. You felt a hot presence next to you.

“Hello, Dabi, ” you said dully.

“Hey princess, finally ditched dog breath, I see, ” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, why do you care?” you asked, stabbing your pancake aggressively.

“Because I take broken girls and manipulate them into doing whatever I want over a week because I'm so good at gaslighting. Got that from my dad, ” he winks.

Your brain loaded for a second, “excuse me, you what?”

“You heard me, sugar. But we both know you're much too smart and much too pretty for it,” Dabi said, leaning in.

“This is literally part of gaslighting Dabi, ” you laughed.

“Shut up, or it won't work, ” he whispered.

“Ah, alright, I'm so flattered that I'm special and your feelings are real, ” you said in a robotic voice.

“Ha!” he laughed, “you're not bad y/n we should be friends, ” he said.

You nodded, smiling, “alright.” making friends had always been hard for you so to have this opportunity fall in your lap was a blessing.

“Um, but my other friend is-” he started.

“Weird?” you interrupted.

“Um yeah, you could say that. Not to Tomura's face, but you could say that” he smiled

(and that ^^ is what happens when you forget to turn the writer's block sub back on)

A couple of days passed. Tomura kept to himself mostly. Calling him and Dabi friends was a stretch; they were enemies who enjoyed each other's company was the best way to describe it.

However, when Tomura did come around for the first time, he was obviously anxious, taking off his gloves and scratching his neck more than usual, leaving red marks.

(we need to have soft Tomura moments, but cannonly he would be a Slytherin and act the part, but I just need more of him being baby)

At one point, you simply yanked his hand away from his neck (by his arm, obviously). He stared at you, and for a second, you thought you were done for.

But his look turned to one of adoration, and he hasn't left you alone since. No one had done anything like that for him, which was... Surprising since it was literally the bare minimum. Nevertheless, he followed you around like a lost puppy dog.

He ate with you, read with you, partnered up with you (leaving a very annoyed Dabi to fend for himself). You could've easily discouraged him by ignoring him, but you felt bad for him. If you were honest, it felt good for someone to finally need you. And he really was a sweet boy. He just needed someone to talk to.

And not in a hurl-playful-insults type of way. He would talk to you about his hobbies, his favorite muggle games, everything. It made your heart warm. He kept his gloves on a lot more which made teachers and students alike sigh in relief.

Usually, he'd leave at least one hand free as a sort of “ill disintegrate your ass if you piss me off” way. But he wanted to be careful around you.

“y/n?” he said, sitting beside you.

“Yes, Tomura?” you smiled, closing your book. You learned quickly that if you weren't giving him your undivided attention, he would get discouraged and moody.

“There's a dance on Friday, ” he said, looking at you.

You really didn't understand where this was going. Sirius has never asked you to dance. He just got ready and dragged you with him until he found another girl to dance with.

You nodded, “yeah are you taking someone?”

“N-no, but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?” he asked timidly.

“Id love to, anything for you, my friend ” you smiled.

It was rare that someone gave him something he wanted without the threat of instant death. Even if it was just as friends, he was thrilled.

“And I, ” Dabi interrupted, “ want both of you to hang out with me. Because everyone else is “scared ill light them on fire”? What bullshit, ” he muttered.

“You would, Mr. anger issues. They have a good reason to be sacred. Most of us don't want to be toasted like a marshmallow, ” Tomura shot back, beginning to engage in their usual banter.

And so the night ended with laughter, but for Sirius, things hadn't been as fun.

“You miss her! Admit it!” James cried.

Sirius punched the wall, “yes! Yes, I fucking do, James! Ok! I get it! But her new “friends” will literally cremate me if I get close to her! And one of them is basically obsessed with her.” he huffed, “such a creep, ”

Remus grabbed Sirius by the shoulders, “I'm a nice guy, but Sirius, you did this to yourself. Even after she told you about how she felt you made...you made...” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I still can't believe you made a fucking period joke!”

“Jeez, Rem, it wasn't a joke, ” he said.

“Sirius, ” James said, “that's even worse,”

“Even James knows what he's doing, Sirius!” Remus cried, “ladies-man, my ass, you don't know what you're doing!”

“Girls like assholes, ” he shrugged. “I was born for this, ”

“At least he's self-aware, ” Remus muttered

“If she liked assholes like you, Sirius, she’d be fucking Dabi right now, ” James said.

“Make it up to her, ” Remus said, pushing him out of the room, “like right now!”

Sirius muttered something about a ‘burnt piece of toast looking man’ before sulking down the stairs.

He dragged his feet to the y/ho common room. The girls were like mosquitoes; they were bearable at first, but now they were really fucking annoying.

Sirius let out an audible sigh when he saw you weren't there, alerting everyone of his presence. And so the mosquitoes swarmed him again.

“Oh my god, get off, ” he finally groaned, pushing away from the group of pouting girls.

He dragged his feet up the stairs to your dorm, peeking in to make sure your personal blow torch wasn't there. What he did see pissed him off. More than anything ever had.

There you were with Shigaraki dabbing lotion on the scratches and taking care of him. He should be the only one you took care of. Him and only him. Hell, he would kill the wrinkly bastard if he had to. Take him away so you would only fall for him. Only him. He'd get rid of Dabi too. It didn't fucking matter to him.

The only thing that stopped him was the realization that, in a way, he sounded just like his parents—mindless killing. He swallowed his pride and knocked on the door.

“What's up, you fiery bastard?” you called to who you assume was Dabi.

“A fiery what?” Sirius called back.

You tensed, and Tomura placed a gloved hand on yours, squeezing softly.

“Come in, ” you said glumly.

“Hey, um, I just came in here to apologize and see if you wanted to go to that dance with me?” he asked.

Tomura reached a hand to his neck, but before he could start, you grabbed his arm again.

“Hey, what did we talk about? No scratching. I don't want you hurting yourself, Tomu, ” you said quietly.

The nickname hit him like a truck; he loved it. He loved it more than anything on earth. He loved you more than anything on earth- no, more than anything in any galaxy.

“Sirius, I’m already taking someone to the dance. And they're a lot nicer than you. So, kindly, fuck off.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth almost dropped open, “who?” he said.

“None of your business, ” you scowled.

“They'll never love you the way I did, sweetie. You know that. I'm the only one who could really love you.” he cooed.

Tomura was filled with rage, but he clenched his hand at his side instead of scratching. He didn't want to disappoint you.

“Y-you love me?” you whisper.

“Of course I do baby, I love my girl more than anything on earth, ” he smiled, but it never reached his eyes.

“Whos gonna love you better than I can, huh?” he asked, “nobody, that's who, ”

His lips moved of his own accord, “You're wrong, ” Tomura said.

“Oh yeah?” he growled, “who? Blow torch boy?”

“No, ” he said, standing up and taking a breath, “me, ”

Sirius just looked at him and laughed, “please, you'll fucking kill her. Literally. What will she do with gloved hands? They can't touch you like mine do, baby, ”

That snapped you right out of your trance, “oops, I must have forgotten that you're missing a brain, Black. You only think with your dick, which, by the way, isn't even that great.”

“And for your information, as long as he has one finger covered, he can touch me, ” you huffed, standing up as well.

This was it, the moment Shigaraki had waited for; it should have been more romantic and without your ex, but still, this was it. Someone cleared their throat from behind Sirius.

“You're blocking the door, dog breath. Get out of the way or say goodbye to your eyebrows, ” Dabi said.

He moved reluctantly, and Dabi flopped down on your bed.

“If you're gonna take this asshole back, you should gimme a chance. I bet I fuck better than him, ” he smirked.

“We’ll talk later without these assholes—astronomy tower. 3:00 am,” Sirius mumbled before shutting the door.

You wrapped your arms around Tomura, rubbing his back.

“I'm not going. Don't worry, ” you said, knowing how anxious Tomura was.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“Wait, wait, wait a fucking minute. Did I miss a season? Can I have a fucking recap?” Dabi groaned.

And so, you talked late into the night with an arm around Tomura and a very angry Dabi who was sent into the bathroom to take a cold shower after almost burning your bed.

Sirius waited for over an hour for you at the tower. He stomped on the roses, pulling off each petal before throwing them off the tower.

“Those assholes, ” he growled, breathing heavily, “I'll kill them. I'll fucking kill them both of them, ” he rambles for a good thirty minutes before stomping down the stairs.

He slammed the door to his dorm open.

“She didn't fucking show that fucking asshole stole her from me, and I'm gonna kill them both of them and make her all mine, ” he rambled.

“Merlin Siri, calm down. Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in Azkaban (😳), you'd better get ahold of yourself.” James yawned.

“For the love of god, go to fucking sleep, Sirius. She's not vanishing tomorrow.” Remus groaned.

“You're a genius!” Sirius shouted.

“Oh my god. Sirius, no. Bad dog. Don't kidnap girls you like... Or well are obsessed with. Love is a stretch, ” Remus said, going back to sleep.

But come morning, you were not, in fact, at breakfast.

Sirius almost vomited when he saw you with your arms around Tomura. Tomura Shigaraki, the perpetual thorn in his side. He carefully lifted you and carried you to a small closet no one but him even knew about before binding and gagging you. He thought it was so sweet. Waking up slowly, not knowing where you are.

When you're y/e/c eyes met his, your face contorted into disgust. It broke his heart to watch his brainwashed little girl so mad at him.

He stroked your cheek, “Oh baby girl, I hope you can clear your mind from all the silly things they told you. It would be lovely if it were before the dance, but... A two-day timeframe may not do the trick.” he tutted, placing a kiss on your nose.

You tried to squirm away but just backed yourself into a corner. Sirius muttered a silencing charm before removing the gag.

“Dabi is gonna burn you to bits, Sirius, ” you growled.

“Whatever makes you happy, my love, you are allowed to think. Even if you're oh so wrong. Even if I know they don't care for you the way I do, ” he cooed.

“Oh my god, Tomura is gonna flip, ” you said, “shit, I hope he's ok, I hope he doesn't think I just left him, ” tears brimmed your eyes.

“What if he hurts himself? Oh god, Sirius, please let me go, ” you pleaded.

“No can do, sweetheart, ” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips as you tried to turn away.

It felt like days, even though it was only a couple of hours. Sirius kept telling you that only he loved you. How a silly little girl like you could never survive without him. That no one else wanted you this way.

But finally, after dozens of prayers to whoever's listening, James and Remus opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” Sirius cried, “you'll ruin it! Everything I've worked for! You weren't even supposed to know where we were!”

“We have a fucking map, Sirius. This is so creepy. You're so creepy. Get out of here, man.” Said James as he pulled him out by his hair.

Remus made quick work of the knots before setting you free. After giving them both two quick hugs, you rushed to breakfast. Your eyes scanned the hall for light blue or spiky black hair. You found the latter first.

“Hey Dabi, where's Tomura, ” you asked.

“Wouldn't you like to know, ” he sneered over his coffee.

“Yes, I would like to fucking know flame boy, ” you said.

“How can you just leave in the middle of the night and demand to know where he is?” he said, slamming a fist on the table.

“Cause I was taken from my bed by a psycho and spent the last couple hours trapped in a closet!” you whisper shouted, showing him the rope marks.

“I'm gonna incinerate him; he's in your dorm still. Didn't wanna leave.” Dabi whispered.

The walk back to the y/ho dorms felt excruciatingly long. When you finally burst through the door, your heart broke. There was Tomura nearly shaking, crying softly with bleeding scratches on his neck.

You crouched in front of him, reaching up to touch his face before he grabbed your arm.

“You left, ” he whispered, “was it for him? Please just tell the truth,”

“I didn't want to Tomu, ” you said, “He took me, and I couldn't stop him. He put me in a closet, and the whole time, I was thinking about you nonstop. I was worried, and I missed you. I just wanted you. You make me feel so safe, darling,”

He pulled you into his chest by your arm; you never realized how strong he was. He made slow circles on your back with his finger.

“It's ok, ” he whispered, “it's ok, ” he too saw the marks from the rope on your wrist.

(how do I fucking end this. Do I kill off Sirius? AH, I know).

The days felt shorter with Dabi and Tomura by your side. Suddenly it was the day of the dance. You woke up to soft kisses on the back of your neck.

“Good morning, love, ” you said sleepily.

“Good morning to you too, y/n, ” he whispered.

The day went by quickly; the teachers gave up on teaching, and before you know it, you were slipping on your dress.

Your hands clenched into fists as you walked past Sirius, feeling his eyes on you. You were too scared to tell anyone. And who would they believe? The golden boy who was the purest kindest family member, or you?

You felt his eyes on you as a burnt and stapled arm wrapped around your shoulders. He pointed to a very nervous Tomura.

“Please, for the love of god y/n calm the man down, ” he said.

The closer you got, the more you blushed; he was amazing. He was the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen. You stopped in your tracks as a girl stopped to talk to him.

This was it; it was the end; it was happening again. But instead, Tomura shook his head, and the girl walked away. You ran over to him (as fast as your shoes allowed) and wrapped your arms around his neck.

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck, “you're so amazing, ” you whispered

His arms wrapped around your waist, “I'm happy you think so, my dear, ” he smiled.

And you spent the night dancing as Sirius broke the glass he was holding in his hand. But he'd get you again someday, he knew it.

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This was long. This was pathetic. This was horrible. The was unrealistic. This was cringe-worthy. This was dramatic. I should probably make a side account. It all started with a playlist on my recommended and idk which mental illness caused this or if I'm just dramatic, but my brain immediately latched on to this burnt piece of toast, and after watching the show, this wrinkly psycho. It's been hard to write, period. But also hard to write Sirius, but I will power through, I promise.

#Sirius Black #Sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #sirius x you #sirius black angst #angst #sad? #mha #mixed fandom #Harry Potter #harry potter marauders #marauders era #this sucks so good

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My Ranking of the Sohmas from Fruits Basket

Back in late May 2020, I began to watch the 2019 reboot of Fruits Basket (I first discovered it from my good friend @sweet-chinchilla), and it's become one of my favorite anime series EVER. At the end of September 2021, I was finally able to finish the series, and I loved EVERY MOMENT of it! I felt like to do a ranking of each of the Sohmas from least favorite to top favorite (I'll try to keep it brief because there are 14 CHARACTERS to discuss!)

Also, if you haven't read the original manga and/or seen the 2019 anime, there will be MAJOR SPOILERS ahead!

13. Kagura Sohma (my least favorite)

The first female cursed Sohma I was introduced to. As much as I liked Tia Ballard as her in the dub, I just did not care for Kagura. Sure, she eventually moved on from it, but it kinda annoyed me how she kept pursuing Kyo despite him being not all that interested in being her boyfriend. Also, I know she had good intentions to talk some sense into Tohru, but knowing how violent she gets, was it really necessary to SLAP HER?!

12. Hiro Sohma

There was a point where I hated him more than Kagura. I did not like how he was such a brat and jerk when we were first introduced to him, but slowly, I warmed up to him. His crush on Kisa is adorable, and him growing to become a responsible big brother was just too sweet.

11. Shigure AND Akito Sohma (they're pretty much tied in this position)

Shigure is someone I'd like to call a "Sly Dog". He's a bit of a scumbag, but he's well aware of it. He's also one of those characters that's either "lawful evil" or "true neutral". He provides a lot of comedy in the anime including him being just a smart-ass. Also, when he's not acting like a jerk/creep, he's a pretty decent guardian figure for Tohru.

As for Akito, she's a beautifully written antagonist/character in general, and she's definitely someone I pity. Sure, much of her actions are unforgivable, but I feel like she's not expecting everyone to forgive her that easily (or at all even). Also, Colleen Clinkenbeard's performance as her is nothing short of spectacular.

10. Ritsu Sohma

To be honest, he needed way more love! I know people found him annoying, but part of me relates with constantly saying "I'm sorry!" over the smallest of things. He's a gorgeous character that I feel like deserves better. He'd be higher if that were the case, and if not for some of these other characters.

9. Kureno Sohma

I didn't expect to like him that much, but I do! Part of it is that charm that comes with most characters Ian Sinclair voice in the dub (his performance in the s2 finale was especially amazing). He's just a sweet and kind man, and I can see why Uotani fell for him and also reminded her of Tohru. Only complaint I have is that I wished there was a flashback scene of him transforming before his curse broke. I would've loved to see his Zodiac form at least once.

8. Isuzu "Rin" Sohma

Another character I didn't expect to love. Rin is a very tragic character, and what she had to go through was devastating, but seeing her being able to heal was just as emotional. Brina Palencia was amazing as her and is easily my favorite role of hers.

7. Kyo Sohma

Yeah, he's a little lower, but I don't love him as much as the ones that follow. However, he's still a GREAT character, and deserves so much after meeting Tohru. Kyo would sometimes remind me of Bakugo, but he's also a true cat. Feisty, acts like they dislike people but has a real soft spot (especially towards one person). Also, this was my favorite role by Jerry Jewell.

6. Ayame Sohma

The Sassy Snake himself. Oh, how much I LOVE Ayame! Like Shigure, he provides a good portion of the humor to the anime. Chris Sabat's performance as him is mind-blowing but also amazing (since most of his well-known roles are tough guys). Ayame is just so extra, and I love it. Also, his love towards Mine is sweet and I kinda wished we got more moments between them.

5. Momiji Sohma

The boy who was possessed by my Zodiac animal, the Rabbit! I strongly prefer how he looked before his growth spurt, but Momiji is just a precious bunny boy. It is heartbreaking to see that he's suffered and feels sad, but he's just so pure and precious. I hope the one he fell in love with makes him feel so happy.

4. Hatsuharu Sohma

This is who I like to call the "Bi Himbo Ox". Haru was instantly one of my favorites because he just cracks me up, he's super handsome (the studio behind the 2019 reboot really just made everyone look pretty), and also Justin Cook's performance as him. As much as I adore Kirishima, Justin showed off and executed the range of Haru's dumb, sweet, loyal, seductive, and harsh personality. Also, his love for Rin is adorable and him and Yuki is definitely one of my favorite crack ships.

3. Kisa Sohma

The precious tiger cub. I adore this sweet little girl so much, and how she looks up to Tohru like an older sister is so adorable! She's a precious angel that deserves SO MUCH LOVE. And I ALWAYS smile whenever I see her on-screen. And speaking of that last part...

2. Hatori Sohma

I don't know what it is, but upon first introduction, I've been drawn to him and he quickly became a favorite. There's just something so comforting about Hatori, from his kind and no-nonsense personality, prettiness (as mentioned, the 2019 anime animators make everyone look pretty), and his voice (all thanks to Kent Williams' performance). Hatori also has some of his moments of being a little silly, but it's due to the chaos he deals with whenever he's around Shigure and/or Ayame. Out of the Three Musketeers, he's my favorite.

1. Yuki Sohma

He was an INSTANT favorite of not only the Sohmas, but of the entire series, and seeing him grow makes me so happy! I also love how kind and gentle he is, and lemme tell you. This was the first anime I've seen after My Hero Academia, so hearing Eric Vale as Yuki was WILD (same can be said about Jerry as Kyo), because I was used to his creepy and chilling performance as Tomura Shigaraki. But hearing him as Yuki was amazing and it made me appreciate him as a voice actor. SO FREAKING TALENTED. If you wanna know how much I love Yuki, I have his Funko Pop! figure, which captures his beautiful likeness well.

#kimmy's rambles #fruits basket #fruits basket 2019 #sohma family #fruits basket sohmas

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Chapstick | Tomura Shigaraki

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE CRUSTY BOY! He deserves some soft feels so here you go.

Warning(s): none

Taglist (aka tagging the people I know who also like Shigaraki): @shinsouzone​, @suneaterssun​, @kingtamakimurder​, @katsukisprincess​, @magpie-scribbles​

It was eerily quiet at the bar given that the last rays of sunshine had just disappeared. There was no light coming in through the blinds anymore, the only source was the lamp standing in the corner which dipped the the room in a soft light. The only sound that could be heard came from the living room where Shigaraki sat hunched over at the sofa, dark eyes wide open as he stared at the screen. He was as highly focused as ever, having just gotten to the next stage of the game he was playing. He hadn’t realized how everyone went to sleep, so deep and lost in the moment that he didn’t even notice nor mind that the hours flew by like nothing and unbeknownst to him, the clock had already ticked passed midnight. A quick glance confirmed that it was late, or early, or whatever you wanted to call it, but the fact that the day had already started and it was his birthday was an even greater reason for him to just stay here and go to sleep when everyone woke up. His birthday was never something he particularly enjoyed. Why bother celebrating the day you were born while everyone puts on fake smiles, congratulates and gives you silly gifts and sweets? He couldn’t stand all the happy faces, the fake wishes and sickly sweet cakes. Shigaraki sighed heavily and sank even further into the couch, the clock and time forgotten as he engulfed himself in the game. What else was there in the real world that he should be focusing on now anyway?

He didn’t notice when you first poked your head into the room, eyes staring at the mop of light blue hair, sighing as you made your way over to your boss. He wasn’t sleeping again. 

Life hasn’t been the easiest for the League lately. A lot of new mission, new recruits, meetings, heists, Shigaraki was working 24/7, but even you realised that since the beginning of this month, he had been working even harder, pulling all-nighter after all-nighter, all while living on a meager diet of snacks, energy drinks and the occasional green tea. There weren’t any benefits for him in doing that and if he keeps this up, you feared that he would just pass out one day. Judging by the way he was soundly smacking his lips together from time to time and rolling his tongue over them was proof enough that his life took a toll on and made his skin condition worse as well. 

You silently approached him from the side, taking a pillow from the couch before sitting down beside him, hugging the cushion to your chest as you watched him play his game. Shigaraki’s worn out body didn’t recognize the dip on the couch at first, but then his red orbs opened in surprise when he felt your presence and saw your frame sitting close to him. He felt his cheeks heat up a little, eyes focusing back on the screen. 

Why did you always have to have such an effect on him? He never showed it but Shigaraki thought very highly of you. You had been there from the start, helping him build the League and sticking by his side when his problems got worse. He recalled spending times like this with you, nights when he was restless and his nightmares got the better of him, the two of you the only ones in here as he played games and you sat beside him. His heart somehow always skips beats when you’re around and his spiraling mind can calm down for just a second. What was this? Why did you have such an effect on him? What were you doing to him? You were broken, just like him. Maybe that was what attracted him to you in the first place, that’s the only logical conclusion he could draw out of this. And for some reason he wanted to be even closer to you. He wanted you to be his. For now, however, he tried to play it cool, but he was glad to have at least someone here on this quiet night. Someone who didn’t question his decisions all the time, someone who accepted him just the way he was. 

“Do you need help with that?” your warm voice was like a soft melody in his ears and he looked at you, finally taking you in as an amused smile spread on your lips.He turned back quickly, his cheeks heating up even more. That stupid smile. 

“With what?” he shot back, slightly confused as you stared at him more intently. “You know I’m better at video games than you.”

Your chuckle made his heart throb and his stomach turn, Shigaraki’s head falling down so his hair covered most of his face. Your answer, however, was something he didn’t quite expect.

“I’m not talking about the game. I mean your lips.”

“I tried a lot of things, already, none of them ever work,” he dismissed swiftly as he continued pressing buttons.

When you suddenly moved again, he flinched, nearly grabbing the controller with all five fingers as you bent over to push yourself up on his thigh. He felt a sticky substance being dragged over his lips, the penetrating taste and smell of mint infiltrating his nostrils.

“There, better?” you questioned, as you held up the chapstick in your hand, and Shigaraki was left stunned. Touching his lips with the tip of his tongue, his nose wrinkled as the substances stinged his open lips even more now. 

“What the-? No! Whatever that was, it made it worse,” he mumbled, pausing the game to wipe the remnants off his lips. 

You pouted as you laid the chapstick to the side, an idea forming in your head which was so silly that it might actually work. And it may even help to finally get your pent up feelings for him out of your system. 

You had always admired him. His determination, his plan, his will, his power, everything. That’s why you decided to stick with him in the first place. The feelings you had long developed for him where another aspect. You could sense that he was more relaxed around you and prefered your presence over others. His skin would itch less and he would let to stay, no matter what happened. It’s been clear for you as well that you fell for him and not in a light way. Maybe tonight was the time you could finally show him this. 

“Then how about a more... natural way to moisturize your lips?” He sat his controller down as he listened to you, eyebrow raising in curiosity as you slowly scooted closer.

“Fine,” he breathed, questioning why it was so easy to comply with whatever you suggested. The was he said it was almost daring in a way, but that all didn’t matter when he felt your hand come back to place itself upon his thigh again, upper body leaning in. 

Shigaraki didn’t know what to do or where to look as your face came closer, the only reaction he knew was to shut his eyes tightly, getting ready for whatever you had in store for him. He cursed internally for letting you do these things to him. Letting his guard down and letting you get this close to him, but on the other hand, he didn’t want you to draw back. The sensation was just a little odd and foreign to him. 

When he felt a soft pair of lips colliding with his, Shigaraki felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest and he couldn’t help but open his eyes only to find yours closed in contentment as you held your position to test waters. 

Your lips were addicting. Having tasted them for the first time after longing for them for some time felt like the satisfaction Shigaraki had always craved for and he slightly opened his mouth before tilting his head to the side, his eyes fluttering shut as he gave into the feeling. 

A tender brush of your tongue against his cracked lips made him stop. Then he felt another. And then another. And another. His eyes opened slowly again and he saw the deep blush and faint smile of yours as your tongue darted out to lick along his bottom lip, along every crack and even down his scar. He felt how wet his own lips became, moisturized by your saliva, now wet and ready as you connected your lips again, making them glide over each other with ease.

When suddenly the dry air of the room hit his mouth again, his lips went cold and already began slightly cracking at the edges again. Shigaraki was unable to speak for a minute, only capable of leaning his forehead against yours as he lived in the afterglow of the kiss. 

“Can I…I need...” his head was spiraling and he began inching closer to feel what he just felt again.

“Yes.” you whispered and it was the last bit Shigaraki needed to lean forward and close the small gap between the two of you. 

The next kiss was soft yet passionate, fueled by the love you two had been bottling up for the past months, inner tension falling loose as your lips moved in sync. Tomura didn’t want to admit it, but it felt so good doing this with you. The way your lips felt against his cracked ones, your tongue gliding over his dry skin, moisturizing them with your saliva, how well you were managing with his uncoordinated somewhat sloppy open-mouthed kisses. Tomura didn’t bite, didn’t let his tongue slip out even though he was so tempted. Nothing of that sort. He just sat there and let you work your magic of placing kiss after soft kiss to his lips. They were the sort of warm and gentle kisses that made Tomura’s heart flutter the longer he held the contact. This new feeling did something more to him and suddenly he didn’t want to pull away, so instead, he moved even closer, nimble fingers sneaking around your waist and head tilting to the side as he deepened the kiss. 

When you finally drew back, he whined a little as the cold air hit his lips once more, the moisture from your mixed saliva making his warm lips get cold. His eyes stared back at you intently as you picked up the chapstick and dropped it into his lap, but he was unimpressed by that and instead, pulled at your waist to crash his lips against yours again. They were so warm. So soft. So addictive. Shigaraki couldn’t get enough. He just wanted to stay like this. Stay in your arms while exploring this new sensation spreading inside of him as your arms came to wrap themselves around his neck. 

Two things he knew for sure at that moment, though. One, he wouldn’t need that chapstick anytime soon and second, maybe his birthday wouldn’t be so bad afterall. 

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[decayandfanfics]

The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head, every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset. He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power, smut later.

A/N: I’m trying so hard to write crusty boy here really in character. At least after AfO is taken. Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen. ________________________________________________________

Chapter 9 / Chapter 10

It takes two to Tango.

It’s always like this after using it, but of course a quirk like this would come with some dangerous side effects.

You watch your reflection in the mirror, all dark eyebags and bloodshot eyes. At least the bleeding has finally stopped, but the sink is a bloody mess, and the trash can is full of paper soaking in blood.

It feels awful, really. Physically and emotionally.

You could still feel Dabi’s bones bending under your quirk. His muscles and tendons stiffen like hard rock as the blood stooped its flowing inside of him.

As always, you let the anger get the best of you. It’s your worst defect, and now it will cost you dearly because there is no way the league lets you live after what you’ve done to Dabi. Shigaraki will decay you and that will be all, and if you weren’t as exhausted after all the crying and the bleeding, you would be fucking losing it.

A soft knock in the door forces you to clear your face from the tears before opening, shoving down the nausea at the idea of facing your imminent death.

“can we talk?” Toga asks, her soft face adorned with a little frown.

You let her in and close the door again, sitting over the toilet.

“I’m very sorry for what I did, Himiko-chan.” You sob quietly.

“I know. Hey…hey, don’t cry. I’m not mad.”

“I hurt you, I didn’t think clearly, I was so mad...”

“hey, it’s fine.” She states, her little hand touching your shoulder, trying to calm you. “I mean, when I first came to the league, Tomura, Dabi and I almost killed each other, so…I understand.”

“it’s not the same, Toga. My quirk is…I almost killed Dabi and I didn’t even touched him. I just…I, I’m supposed to help people, try to keep it down, but when I get angry…I’m a monster and now Shigaraki is going to kill me…”

“No, don’t say that. That’s not true.” Her voice is soft when she clutches in front of you. “look at me, hey. Look at me. We are friends. You just got angry. And you didn’t hurt me, and Tomura and Compress are fine. It didn’t hurt. It was weird but didn’t hurt. And Tomura-kun is not going to kill you.”

“really?”

“If Tomura-kun wanted you dead, you would’ve been an hour ago.” She answers, rolling her eyes. “can you tell me about what just happen? What is with your quirk?”

“it’s pretty simple, actually. It is call Torment. Is the ability to manipulate living tissue, tensing nerves, contracting muscle and bending bone. It’s a useless variation of a healing quirk, but I cannot grow new tissue, only manipulate it. I can keep wounds closed, I can relax your nerves, I can break your bones and stop your blood from flowing. I can stop your heart just by moving a finger and torture you by contracting all your muscles and nerves, but it’s dangerous for me. It’s too much effort to control a whole body, less alone four of them. I bleed, and I ache.”

 “wow. That’s why you look so terrible.”

“yeah” you laugh cleaning your tears. “I guess I do.”

“how do you feel now?”

“a little better. Still like shit, but I’ll be fine.”

“Compress and I will be going to the store. Do you want something?”

“To the store? With what money?”

“A girl has her ways.” She teases softly “want some sweets?”

“Yes. I need to eat something. It’s…Dabi there?”

“no, he went out. Tomura-kun told him to go chill outside.”

“Okay. I’m going to get out now...”

“don’t be scared. You’ll be fine. Dabi asked for it anyway and…he sometimes can get very nasty with Tomura. He deserved it.”

“Himiko…thank you.”

You gather your courage and step out of the bath, finding your apartment as messy as you left it an hour ago, but this time is empty.

Thank god.

You give yourself to the task of collecting your destroyed laptop and removing the broken table from the view, looking for a way to repair the detached leg, trying to clean and erase any trace of the fight, enjoying your solitude for the first time in more than a week.

“this is going to cost me.” you say to no one, preparing yourself to the idea of buying a new computer as you move to your room. “I don’t have any extra money to-”

“I always knew you were hiding something.”

“FUCK!” You scream letting the pieces of your laptop fall again, covering your face with your hands when you notice Shigaraki’s arm crossed figure leaning against the wall besides your door. “dammit, Shigaraki. You cannot just…appear behind other people’s doors.”

“that’s debatable.” He remarks, an amused grin plastered in his face.

He watches you and something inside of you twist between excited and scared as his eyes scan you head to toe, the gears of his brain turning inside his head.

“What.”

“C’mon. I’m curious about it.”

“I bet you are.” You spit annoyed.

“Careful now. Look where that bickering mouth of yours got you an hour ago.” He warns you entertained.

“Don’t you dare to patronize me.” You warn already tired, a hand rubbing against your temple.

“I’m just asking about that funny little quirk you have. That and the little display of rage, who would have thought!”

You stare at him, weighting your options to no avail.”

“I can manipulate living tissue. Muscle, bone, nerves, blood. That’s all.

“That’s a pretty boring answer to such a memorable show.”

“This is stupid. What did you expect me to do, huh?” you snap.

“What makes you think I expect you to do anything?” He asks cunningly.

“You know what I mean.”

“no, I don’t.” he laughs.

“It’s just…I hate bullys. And he’s been trying his best to get on my nerves since day one and I could…I mean, i…I just…”

“you what.”

“I cannot stay there and let him berate people like it’s not important!” You can feel the verbal vomit gathering inside your throat, if you keep like this, you are going to say something you will regret.

“but it’s not.” He states rolling his eyes. “I didn’t care about what he said. You didn’t have to say anything.”

“but I care!”

"About what he does? or is about wh-"

"it's about what he said of you!"

"It doesn't matter wh-"

"Yes, it does!" 

“why d-”

“because I like you!”

The moment those words are out, you smack your palm against your mouth, fully convinced you made a horrible mistake, so honoring your sense of self-preservation and improvisation, you oblige yourself to make some verbal stunt just to get out of this one, because you have a horrible scary feeling about the hungry look he’s giving you.

“I mean, I thought we could get along…all of us. Despite everything, I think highly of you, and I know you are a villain- villains who wants to destroy everything, but I thought we could be…”

“Friends? are you hearing yourself?” He spits; his mouth twitched in a hateful grimace.

Fear shoots through you in less than a second. Suddenly he looks more taller and menacing, as his steps makes you retrieve, until your back hits the wall on the corner of your room.

Yeah, you may not be afraid of Dabi, but Shigaraki Tomura is a completely different story.

“What are you doing.”

“What am I doing?”

“Get away from me.” you bark scared, as your eyes ignite in clear warning. The dark feeling pooling at the pit of your stomach send shivers through your spine, lifting the hairs of your neck in terror.

“Make me.” Shigaraki growls lowly the moment one of his hands trap your chin roughly, his pinky safely curled against his palm, but even like that you can almost feel how close you are from certain death.

He is pissed out of the blue, your brain failing at finding the exact moment shit went down before he decides to finally kill you, yet you don’t get it, all you did was…

Oh…

He winces scanning your face searching for something, and the moment his eyes stops over your lips, you recognize the feeling.

He snarls like a wolf, looming over you, looking like he’s ready to kill you.

Or eat you.

“Are you done playing dumb?” he asks darkly, and you can feel the warm of his breath against your own lips and something far more complex and exciting than plain fear roaring inside your chest, begging you to push forward, begging you to kiss him.

“I said…are you done playing-“

“WE ARE BACK!” You both snap your heads to the door the moment Toga enters, screaming cheerfully while leaving a bag with candy over the counter, and before you know, Shigaraki is at the other side of the room, staring at you like you transfixed, digging his nails deeply in his neck, before storming out of the apartment, leaving you there, rooted in your room, finally remembering how to breathe.

“What’s wrong with him?” Compress asks as he handles you a pack of gummy bears.

You can still feel the warmth of his hand against your face, your lips still tingling with longing.

“I have no idea.” You lie.

Chapter 11

[twiistedgalaxies]

Genesis: Chapter 1: Schoolyard Days

Summary:  How two brothers can take two opposite paths. How a man can be made into a monster and how the other must pay the ultimate price to save everything he knows and loves. Or, alternatively: The origins of All for One and One for All.

A/N:  All for One is Midoriya Hisashi, but this isn't super relevant since this fic takes place a couple hundred years before canon. This fic is heavily inspired by a lot of other fanfictions that I've read, including the amazing story "Family Secrets" by WinteryFall, which I highly recommend. That fic in particular is why I headcanon that the original holder of OFA was named Tomura, and that Tenko was named after him to satisfy AFO's overinflated ego. In this chapter Hisashi is fifteen and Tomura is eleven.

Sunlight streamed into the room from the crack between the large, thick curtains, causing motes of dust in the air to glow softly before they reached the plush carpet. The room was small, cramped. The walls were plastered in movie posters and dirty laundry formed piles on the floor. Every flat surface had knick-knacks and toys strewn upon it, tossed hastily aside in favor of something else. There was a bunk bed wedged into the corner, blankets and sheets just as messy as the rest of their surroundings. Upon it slumbered two boys. On the bottom bunk lay Tomura Shigaraki, his long white hair splayed out on a stained pillow, framing his cherubic face like a halo. His face was peaceful, relaxed. A thin line of drool was stuck to his chin, and with it, a few strands of hair. His palms faced the sky, arms outstretched and torso covered by a thin cotton blanket, the rest discarded at his feet to stave off the summer heat. On the top bunk was his brother, older by a few years, Hisashi Shigaraki, he was curled up into a tight ball, tense, with blankets nestled at his back. His hair was shorter than his brother’s and stuck up at odd angles as the result of a restless night.

    The wooden door opened with a soft creak, as their mother, Hana, poked her head into the room, a fond smile on her face as she prepared to wake them. The sweet smell of pancakes filled the air, and she could hear the faint whistle of the kettle in her kitchen. She cleared her throat, causing Hisashi to stir, “Boys,” she began, “It’s time to get up.”

    Hisashi groaned, grabbing his pillow to cover his head and ears. Tomura mumbled something incoherent, and shifted slightly. Both clearly were unwilling to get out of bed and face the torment that was the first day of school.

    “I made pancakes,” She said, voice light and teasing as the boys woke with a start, practically tripping over each other in their efforts to get to the kitchen. Hana had to press her back against the wall to allow them to storm through the narrow hallway of their apartment.

    “Hisashi!” She heard Tomura shriek as they entered the kitchen. The offending teen’s hand was wet and poised to flick more water at his little brother’s face. He wore a shit eating grin at Tomura’s expense.

    “Hisashi, stop tormenting your brother,” Hana said, making her way into the room.

    “But mom,” he began to protest, only to be cut off.

    “Besides, I can’t give you two pancakes if you’re standing in the kitchen, now can I?” She continued with a wry grin. Hisashi let out a huff of defeat and made his way to the kitchen table, Tomura in tow. Hana carefully deposited the pancakes onto three plates, slathering them with butter. The pancakes were a newer tradition in the Shigaraki household. Several years ago, when Hisashi was just five and Tomura a toddler, they had emigrated to the United States from Japan after many long years of waiting for citizenship. The flight to the large country was a long one, and the first meal they ate in this foreign land was in a Denny’s at some unseemly hour. They had pancakes, eggs, and hashbrowns. Hana spent her time trying to understand just how Americans can have such ridiculous portions, whilst her husband and son dug into a stack of sickeningly sweet pancakes.

    The two siblings continued to hassle each other at the kitchen table, resulting in peals of laughter and the occasional shout of offense. As wonderful as it was to see them in such high spirits, Hana couldn’t help but wince, pitying their neighbors who were trying to get some sleep. She drowned one of the pancakes in syrup, Tomura’s, while leaving the others untouched. Hisashi had grown to inherit her disdain for things overly sugary, especially after the stomachache he had from the Denny’s fiasco. Hana set the plates on the table in front of her sons, “Now, what did I tell you about going to school again?”

    “Make sure I take my medicine and visit the nurse’s office,” Tomura chirped. She nodded and ruffled his hair fondly, “And remember to give her your doctor’s note, it’s in your binder in your backpack.”

    “Don’t pick fights with the other kids,” Hisashi said, not seeming happy about his parents’ command, “though the brats deserve it.” Hana leveled him with a stern glare, but didn’t say anything. Her eldest knew damn well the consequences of brawling with his peers. Last year, he had gotten into a particularly legendary scuffle that put two kids into the hospital and nearly got him expelled. It was only his high grades, the top in his class, that spared him from that fate. Instead he had a month of suspension and several more of being grounded. He was on thin ice, and Hana really didn’t feel like having to transfer him to another school in the middle of his high school career, especially since the school in question was so close and integrated with Tomura’s middle school to save space.

    “Also try to avoid taking the main roads,” Hana said, sitting down to eat, “I heard there’s going to be another protest today, and I don’t want you both caught up in that mess.”

    “Yes mom,” the two chorused, though their words were muffled by the pancakes in their mouths. 

    Breakfast continued without event, they talked about their hopes for the new school year, and soon the boys were off. Hana hugged each of them close before they departed, and if they noticed her embrace went on for longer than usual, neither chose to comment on it.

-@~*^*~@-

    Tomura clutched the strap of his backpack, nervously stroking his fingers on the scratchy fabric. The doors of his middle school seemed large and intimidating. A steady stream of students poured into the hallways, parting around him in careful avoidance as he stood on the concrete steps. “It’s just middle school,” he muttered under his breath, leaning on his cane, “Not that much different from elementary school, just a bigger place, with scary teachers and much scarier students and-” He cut himself off, swallowing nervously. It would be fine, probably. He entered the school and made his way to the nurse’s office. The chatter of students and the squeaking of shoes on linoleum floors was deafening. His heart rate picked up, and he felt the familiar weight of anxiety in his chest as he pressed himself to the locker lined wall in an effort to avoid being trampled.

    The nurse’s office was sterile, white, and smelled like expired antiseptic. The school nurse was an older woman, her face marred with wrinkles and her gray hair thin and straw-like. She was slightly overweight, and wore a colorful, floral print blouse. When Tomura entered the room, she was looking at something on her computer, chewing on the eraser end of her pencil. “Hello?” Tomura said after a long while of awkward silence, he stepped towards her cautiously, like one would a wild animal. This woman would be responsible for his frail health in the next few years, and would hopefully be less short-tempered than the last nurse he had the misfortune of dealing with.

    She looked up, surprised, and peered at him over her half-moon glasses, “Yes dearie?”

    “I- My name is Tomura Shigaraki, I have some medicine I have to take every afternoon and I uh,” he pulled his backpack off his back and set it on his floor, digging around inside it, “I have a doctor’s note and everything.” He pulled out the slip of white paper, upon it was a school issued forum with a lot of technical medical stuff. He’d be excused from PE, among a whole host of other accommodations. 

    The school nurse looked it over, a thoughtful expression on her face, “EDS?”

    “Yes ma’am,” he replied, nodding hurriedly, wincing at the crick in his neck that it caused.

    “What’s that?” She asked, looking through her desk drawer, likely a filing cabinet of some kind.

    Tomura felt his eye twitch with mild annoyance, but he quashed it down, “Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome,” he paused, searching her face for a reaction, “It’s a connective tissue disorder.”

    The nurse gave him a blank look, clearly not understanding, “I see, well Tomura, my name is Ms. Bell. It says here that you need to take anti-inflammatories and muscle relaxers each morning.”

    He nodded, “Yeah, EDS makes me hypermobile which causes the muscles around my joints to freak out and makes my tendons inflamed.”

    She nodded and wrote something down on a separate piece of paper, using the pencil she had been mercilessly chewing on earlier. 

    “Uh, my joints also tend to dislocate a lot, it’s why I’m wearing this leg brace. I might have to come in because of that too.”

    Ms. Bell raised an eyebrow, her expression doubtful, “It can’t possibly be that bad.”

    Tomura chuckled mirthlessly, “I wish.”

    “Well,” Ms. Bell began, waving her hands towards the door dismissively, “You should probably get your schedule before the bell rings, I’ll see you before lunch.”

    He nodded hurriedly and scooped up his bag, careful to keep his joints from sliding out of place. 

    The rest of the day went relatively smoothly, he had an extra elective to make up for the lost PE credit, and had it right before lunch. It was an art class, the one he was most excited for other than math, and he had to leave five minutes early to begin his long trek across the school to the nurse’s office to take his medications. Throughout the day, kids gave him a wide berth, clearly trying to size him up. Sadly, this meant he ate alone at a small table, directly in the searing sunlight. Whispers followed him in the halls as students gossiped about the new cripple. Tomura hated it, but was relieved that whispers were all there were. For now.

    His math class was at the end of the day, and he made sure to show up a little bit early, before passing period, to give his teacher the same speech he had to give all the others earlier that day.

    “Hi,” he began.

    His math teacher, a young man in his mid-thirties, looked up from his lesson plan, “Hello.”

    There was an awkward silence. This conversation was off to a great start. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m disabled and will be absent pretty often.”

    The teacher blinked, “I can see that.”

    “Er, on my 504 it says I can ask for deadline extensions and the ability to make up work,” Tomura wrung his hands together nervously, “My mom told me to give all my teachers a heads up about it so uh, here it is.”

    The man hummed, “I’ll keep that in mind. Your seat is at the table in the back corner, there should be a slip of paper with your name on it.”

    “Thank you,” he replied, face flush red with embarrassment. He made his way to his seat and rummaged through his backpack, pulling out the materials listed on the white board as the bell rang and students filed into the room. The teacher introduced himself and went over the syllabus. Everyone tuned him out and the classroom was filled with hushed chatter as students got to know each other. Tomura found himself sitting on the sidelines, observing rather than participating in conversation. Socializing was never his strong suit, he’d always left that to his older brother.

    Soon the math teacher, Mr. Burns, had the class do an ice breaker, something that Tomura had never really cared for, even when he was younger. He had much preferred the online learning that the pandemic a few years ago brought, at least he wouldn’t have to play 20 questions with a bunch of people who probably didn’t like him at best and despised the exercise even more than he did. The students had to go around the room and ask each other questions to fill out a bingo card. He hovered awkwardly at his desk, frozen with anxiety. A warm hand on Tomura’s shoulder made him jump, he whirled around to see a young boy his age. He had ginger hair and his face was covered in a smattering of freckles. “Heya,” the boy said, holding out his hand in greeting, “My name’s Zach, what’s your name? Why’s your hair white? What’s that weird thing on your leg? Why do you have a cane? Oooh are you secretly an old dude? I like your Captain America shirt, do you like superheroes? Marvel or DC?”

    Tomura just stared in shock as Zach barraged him with questions, some intrusive and some friendly. He held out his hands in a placating gesture, “Hold- Hold on a second, okay? I can’t answer that many questions at once!”

    “Sorry, sorry, You just seem really interesting!”

    “It’s fine,” Tomura ran his hands through his hair nervously, not used to the sudden attention, “Let’s just start with the questions on the bingo sheet.”

    Zach’s face lit up, and the two talked for the entire time allowed for the ice breaker. They both really loved comic books, and while many of Zach’s questions were intrusive, Tomura could tell that unlike most of their peers, there was no malice behind it. Once the icebreaker ended the class watched a short film about math with a bunch of classic Disney characters. The two boys sat next to each other through the whole thing, making eachother crack up as they quietly made fun of the cheesy movie, much to Mr. Burns’s dismay. Their conversation continued until after school, arguing about comic book franchises all the way to the school’s front gate.

    “Do you want to walk home together? I live pretty far away but maybe we can talk some more!” Zach suggested.

    “Where do you live?” Tomura asked.

    “Oh, I live about half an hour’s walk that way,” Zach gestured to the opposite direction of where Tomura’s house was.

    “I’m sorry, I can’t,” Tomura replied, shaking his head regretfully, “My apartment is on the other side of town, besides, my brother and I usually walk home together.”

    “You have a brother?”

    “Yeah, he’s in the high school next door.”

    “Cool!”

    “Well, I had fun meeting you Zach, do you want to eat lunch together tomorrow?” Tomura asked, shuffling his feet nervously.

    “Sure! I should probably get going before my dad gets upset,” Zach’s expression grew a little grim at the last part, but Tomura shrugged it off.

    “Bye!” Tomura said, as Zach headed off.

    “See ya!”

    The loneliness that followed his new friend’s absence was much more crushing and all-encompassing than it was this morning. Tomura sat down on the curb and pulled out his phone while he waited for his brother. He opened his browser, his homepage was stuffed to the brim with various news articles speaking of political instability, economic downturns, and conspiracy theories that had grown in popularity over the course of the past few years. Ignoring the day to day prophecies of doom the headlines foretold, Tomura directed Chrome to his favorite comic website, and dug into a new webcomic he had found the day before. It was Lore Olympus, a retelling of the kidnapping of Persephone, written by Rachel Smythe. He found the characters compelling, and the modern spin put on such a classic tale interesting. However, he’d never admit to reading something so girly as a romance comic, which is why he jumped about a foot in the air when he heard his brother call his name.

    “Hey,” he said, voice cracking as Hisashi approached from behind.

    “What are you reading?”

    “Uh, nothing!” Tomura replied as he shut off his phone, hastily shoving it into his pocket. He stood up, hands clutching his backpack straps like a life line once again.

    Hisashi smirked, sensing his younger brother’s discomfort like a shark to blood, “It doesn’t look like nothing,” he teased.

    “Shut up.”

    “Come on, there’s no harm in telling me is there?” His eyes widened in mock surprise, “Or is it something you aren’t supposed to be reading?”

    “No no no, it’s nothing like that! I’m not even into that stuff,” Tomura’s face grew beet red as he tried to hide his face in his hands, “I’m only eleven!” He speedily began walking towards their apartment, which was a few blocks away.

    Hisashi clicked his tongue, trailing behind him, “Oh mother would be so disappointed.”

    “It’s just a webcomic!”

    “Sure, sure, if you say so.”

    Tomura let out a groan of frustration and distress, which just made his older brother break his cool composure and laugh. They both rounded the corner, walking through a strip mall that held a gas station, deli, and used electronics store. The latter of which displayed a myriad of TVs in the shop window, all of which were playing the news.

    “Here to talk about the strange increase in birth defects and mutations in newborns is Dr. Garaki, a specialist from Japan.”

    Hisashi stopped in front of the shop window, it seemed like that little snippet had caught his attention. Their parents didn’t play the news very often. Between their father’s juggling of several minimum wage jobs, and their mother’s job in a nail salon, they were barely able to keep afloat. According to their mom, they didn’t want the extra stress in the house. Tomura could understand why, even social media stressed him out. Hisashi thought it was stupid. The man onscreen was stout, wore round gleaming spectacles, and had a cartoonishly bushy mustache, which was the only hair on his head. He wore a lab coat, and Tomura couldn’t help but think he resembled Dr. Eggman from the Sonic cartoons. 

    “Well, you see, I believe this to be the next step in evolution for humanity. These are not defects, but rather mutations in genetic code. We still have yet to see where this goes, but when you look at the genome sequences of these newborns..”

    The scientist kept rambling in jargon Tomura couldn’t really understand, he glanced at his brother, who looked absolutely enraptured by the interview.

    “As for why there’s so many sudden mutations and why children have started presenting odd abilities? Perhaps it is the pandemic that swept through the world not so many years ago, the virus may have altered our DNA. Or perhaps it’s what we put in our water and food, studies have shown that..”

    “Hisashi,” Tomura interrupted, “We should head home, we’re really close to the main road and mom told us not to go on those.”

    His brother opened his mouth to protest, but as he did, they heard commotion from the street that ran parallel to them, where most of the shops were. It seemed like the protest had begun. “Fine,” he sighed, looking torn between the story that caught his interest and his little brother’s pleading gaze, his lips twitched, “but you’re telling me exactly what it is you were reading.”

    The boys started walking again, “Are you ever going to drop this?”

    “Nope! I just want to know what my kid brother’s up to.”

    Tomura reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, keeping his head down as he opened up the web comic. He began to ramble about Lore Olympus as his brother listened fondly, making the occasional teasing remark. The walk to their apartment building seemed to go by quickly after that, and before Tomura knew it he heard the familiar jingling of keys as Hisashi began his daily battle with their faulty door knob.

    He struggled with it for a little while, frustration worming it’s way onto his face when Tomura piped up, “Do you need help?”

    Of course, it was in that moment that the door chose to finally give in. “No,” Hisashi responded, deadpan.

    They were greeted by the familiar sight of the empty apartment, as both parents had left for work by then. Hisashi made a bee-line for the living room couch, searching the room for the ever elusive TV remote. In contrast, Tomura went into their room, excited to sift through his ridiculous collection of comic books so he could trade with Zach tomorrow and show off his evidence that Marvel quite clearly made the superior comics (and movies, but that was neither here nor there). 

    Tomura found himself sitting on the messy carpeted floor, with sorted piles of comic books scattered all around him. In his hands was an old Amazing Spider-Man comic, worn with folded corners and yellowing pages. It smelled of the dusty, now bankrupt comic book store he had bought it from for what was, in his eyes, an absolute steal. In his favorite panel, Captain America is looking down at Peter Parker, broad and imposing during their darkest hour. He gives the young hero a pep talk, saying words that Tomura would find ringing in his ears years later.

    Doesn't matter what the press says. Doesn't matter what the politicians or the mobs say. Doesn't matter if the whole country decides that something wrong is something right. This nation was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world — "No, you move.”

A/N:  This first chapter was fairly fluffy, but the next one will be much darker. These first few chapters will be slice of life so that I can set the stage for Plot To Happen. If I'm inaccurate in how I write EDS please tell me, and I'll do my best to fix it. Feel free to leave a comment!

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