Midnight

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I drew him back in June but didn't have the motivation to add the text or post him 💀

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I thought making her into a bat pony was pretty much a no-brainer. Her ability to hear distant sounds and produce shockwaves just screamed 'bat' to me

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Drew Himiko Toga as a pony 😌

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Accidental Boyfriend (Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader)

Words: 7.5k // mdni // Part 4 (masterlist out of order rn. Search the tag on my blog ♡)

Tw: college au, traumas/ptsd, Izuku stalks reader, reader's mother has passed away when she was young, self-conscious Tomura, they talk about sex, dialog heavy, I love you-s shenanigans, child abuse themes, mental health struggles, touya is a vtuber lol, people pleasing, cliffhanger, may be rushed?

Teaser: “And I want to know you!” He says a bit breathlessly. “Every last bit. Open my brain and download yourself into it… please.”

Note: hi hello sorry. If u hate this I am so sorry.

“Almost done– just two rounds in the lamp,” you say and place Tomura's left hand into the UV dome to cure the gel polish.

You take his right hand and paint the glossy last coat on, making sure to get nothing on the cuticle and making it as smooth as possible. He has been grinning the entire time, watching you intently as you paint his nails black with silver stars that are a bit wonky but he would never question your skill. He loves this. He might love you.

These last few days… he just feels so at ease.

You secretly hope the gel polish makes it harder for him to scratch his skin but aside from that it's looking pretty hot too. His skin is still healing from that night he spiralled. You have gotten him a wound healing salve but his skin just isn't the best at repairing itself. Maybe it’s because of all the blue light. You might get him blue light glasses at least.

“You enjoy this so much,” you smile, not looking up. You are cradling his fingers in yours and painting with focus and care,

“Getting attention from you is nice,” he blushes softly, pouting a little. “Of course I like it.”

“Softie,” you place a kiss on his cheek. You start to clean up when his right hand is inside the lamp and check your phone.

[Touya: one guy I game with got a fucking gf. Be serious]

[You: aren't you happy for him? Rude???]

[Touya: ofc I am but he's such a loser…. What's wrong with me if even that guy can get girl? Even you can pull some guy by accident???? Why am I alone?]

[You: you do kinda sound like an incel rn babes]

[Touya: stop 💀💀💀]

[You: this is a wiiilllld guess but maybe it's bc u never go…. Outside?] 

[You: Is it the guy you had a crush on? :/]

[Touya: stfu]

So it is?

“What is it?” Tomura looks up at you as he presses the 60 second timer again, the lavender light beams from the curves of the lamp. “You look worried.”

“Just Touya,” you shake your head and sit down on the floor again, leaning into your boyfriend. “I am a bit worried about him. He's kinda become some hermit who never goes outside or talks to real people. He has always been a loner but… it's starting to be a bit concerning.”

“You said he games, right? Let's all play FoW together? That won't solve the issue but maybe it gives him some sense of belonging?” Tomura suggests and finally looks at his nails when the uv lamp turns off. “That's why I like gaming… it makes you feel like you are part of something.” His eyes light up seeing the nails. “That looks so sick. I like the silver stars so much and–” He looks up seeing your face. “D-Did I say something wrong?”

You take his hands and squeeze. “Thank you.”

Tomura's eyebrows quirk. He gets lost in your eyes so easily. His chest flutters whenever he looks at you. He could look at you for hours really. You are art. He wants to understand every last bit. “Uh… for… for what?”

“That you want to include him… I've only dated guys who were hostile towards him before,” you explain. “You are… so different… in like everything. How did I– get so lucky.” The lump in your throat nearly chokes you. How did you get so lucky? By pure accident. By a misunderstanding.

Tomura nods understandingly. “I see… I see… well, I think, if you wanted to be with Touya… then you would, right? So I'm good. When I googled how relationships work and succeed, it said to be secure. I am being… so…secure!”

You giggle at his sound logic. “You are so secure, Tomu.”

The door opens then and Ochako walks in. She stops dead seeing you and Tomura sitting on the floor. You wish you'd be ignorant of her judgement. She doesn't even know him.

“Hi,” you smile.

“I was just leaving,” Tomura says and packs up. “You know what you have to do for later? We will make sure Dabi is nice. I promise. Please… don't pay him too much mind. I love that guy but he can be… Rude.”

“Yes. I will be fine. I am excited to meet him and the others,” you say and walk him to the door. “See you,” you cup his face and kiss him. He pulls away but you're not done, pulling him back in two more times. He smiles into the kiss. You make him feel so alive… So cared for. You make him feel wanted.

You reach up and fix his crooked septum. He blushes. That damn thing.

“See you later,” he chuckles and closes the door. You feel butterflies in your tummy like you've never before. You can't get enough… he's so nice… and interesting… and gentle and just good. He is just good for you.

“Didn't I tell you to not bring him?” Ochako asks.

“Yeah… I am sorry. I wanted to do his nails and all the stuff is here so– sorry,” you say and clean up the last bits. “How was your day?”

“Can you respect my boundaries please?” Ochako sneers and finishes unpacking her bag.

A smidgen of rage surges through you. Like she respects your boundaries? Not giving Izuku your number? Not telling him your class schedule? Yeah right. “This is my room too. I will be more mindful that you don't run into each other.”

Ochako scoffs.

You smile at her and grab your laptop bag, heading out. You are angry. You don't get angry a lot… you don't know what to do with these feelings? You always do what people want but that never makes you happy… does it? And it is just unfair… Tomura is kind. He deserves a chance.

You hurry and catch up with Tomura. He is looking at his nails not realizing you are approaching. “Hi!”

“Woah! Did I forget something?” He frowns and pats his jacket down looking for his phone.

“Nah… I just missed you already.”

Tomura laughs but you are not oblivious to the way he flusters too, “ah… you did?”

You link your arm with his. “Ochako is not in a… good mood. I don't wanna make it worse. Can I come with you?”

“Oh,” Tomura nods. “It is because of me, isn't it?”

“No… No, you did nothing wrong.” You nudge your shoulder into his. “I don't know what her issue is.”

Tomura knows. She thinks he is a creep and potentially even dangerous. He gets that a lot. Tomura knew that kind of rejection his whole life. He smiles at you. “Good that I'll never get sick of you,” he reaches out and slings his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. He has gotten so much more comfortable too and you love every second of it-

You giggle and wrap your arms around him too. “You can't take that back.”

“Why would I want to,” Tomura smiles and kisses the top of your head. He wants to absorb you… you can crawl into his ribcage any day and make yourself at home.

You link your pinkies together and walk to his dorm. You notice the dishes are piling up but with what happened a few nights ago it's no wonder. He must still be tired.

“Eh… Yeah… sorry–”

You smile. “You are all good. You think we have time for a nap?” You plop onto his bed. “I'm–” He kneels beside you, ready to lay down but since you didnt expect it you are now caught in an awkward position. How did he get here so fast? You feel his breath on your face.

“Lay… down then?” He frowns.

You've been so mindful. You've been so good at stopping the worms from eating at your brain. But now? Holy shit. Your skin tingles.

You lay down instantly and he settles beside you, closing his eyes but soon he opens them again, brows tugged together. “How are you going to sleep if you stare at me like that?” He wonders.

“Tomu… you're so hot.” You whisper and reach your hand out, cupping his cheek. “I told you… right?” Your thumb rubs the softest circles against his pale skin.

“I… uh… Eh… y-you did,” he stutters. “Well, Spinner said it– you told him– and he sn–”

You kiss him. It is an innocent kiss just to shut him up he is sure. He's not able to look at you but he isn't exactly able to look away either. Your eyes are so captivating and intense right now. He feels like he's choking.

You kiss his cheek and cuddle up to him. It takes Tomura a moment but eventually he settles and puts his arm around you. You are almost dozing off when he cups your cheek and kisses you again.

Your heart skips a few beats at his initiative. The kiss is deeper, more meaningful. Hotter.

You hum softly in delight when his tongue brushes against yours. He pulls away, looking at you with wide eyes. “Do you want to… You know… Have sex?”

You blink, swallow and lick your lips. It's an odd question even for him… it catches you off guard. But yes. Fuck yes. “Do… you?”

“I– I don't know– but if you do then–”

“Hold up. Stop,” you sit up, gently pushing him out of the way. “Are you just saying that because I… you know?” You frown. 

“Well–” he waves his arms around then hides his face in them. Tomura sighs deeply and lets out a little whine. “You know I'm a virgin and I know you aren't and if you're horny– Like I don't want you to go to someone else– please don't go to someone else!”

You can't help but giggle. “What happened to secure Tomu? Who said I was horny?” You are.

He looks at you and his eyebrow quirks. 

“Earlier you said that if I wanted to be with someone else, I would. What's different now?”

He sighs again and reaches for the ends of your hair, twirling them with his fingers. “I think I can't imagine anyone… Wanting me like that.”

“I want you like that.” You say plainly and lay your head down on his shoulder again. “Not gonna lie… the entire time I was painting our nails… couldn’t stop thinking about… it.”

“It?” He is as red as a tomato but his eyes display genuine curiosity.

“What your fingers would feel like,” you whisper.

He lets out a little noise and licks his lips. His breath hitches a little.

“I just want you to know… we’ll do this when you are ready,” you smile softly. “I can take care of myself.”

He smiles.

“We will do this– if we do this– on your terms. No expectations.”

He is silent for a while but you notice how he holds you closer. “I am sorry.”

“There is nothing to apologize for, Tomura.”

“I have… scars from, you know, back then and… the scratched skin– I know it's not– manly to be–”

“Self conscious?”

“Yeah.” Tomura looks away until you cup his cheek and turn his head back towards you.

“I like that you're so vulnerable and tell me these things, that takes so much strength. I think it only makes you hotter, actually,” you smile. “Thank you.”

Tomura sighs. “I still feel sorry,” he turns and hugs you, burying his face into your neck. “I don't wanna let you down… you are being so good to me… I want to give you… you know… everything.”

You start to massage his scalp softly. Your tummy is dancing on cloud nine. “I… I don't do it to get something back. You make me happy and make me feel wanted… what more can I ask for? And you know, there are other things we could do if you wanted. It doesn't have to be full blown sex.” You place a kiss on the crown of his head. There is a long pause, the only sounds audible are your fingers against his hair and your relaxed breaths.

“You make me feel wanted too,” he sighs against you. “You're the best.”

“I… I actually like that you don't try to sleep with me,” you whisper. “Usually… it's the only thing guys talk to me for.”

Tomura's head raises up and he frowns at you. “Can you explain?”

“Well,” you shift and lay on your back, looking at the ceiling. “The Izuku thing, for example, like, we started off as friends just getting to know each other and out of the blue he gets handsy. It felt like all the friendship building was just… fake– and it was. His entire personality changed when I told him I won't be with him. I've had that happen before. It makes me feel… so alone. Or just generally talking to men. If you're nice you are flirting and they feel entitled to your… well, body. It hurts. And if you aren't nice… you put yourself in danger. My dad taught me to always be polite– well, too much because…. I was nice to my stalker. It's dumb– I am. That's also why I always do what people want… it is the path of least resistance.” You look at him. Tomura sees how glossy your eyes become but you suck the tears back up. You always seem so strong but there are moments where he sees it is all just a mask. You are just trying your hardest to be palatable. He didn't understand what you meant that day when he came and gave you a hug– you will never ever be too much, but it is becoming clearer that that is what people told you before. You are scared of it.

“But yeah– whate–”

“I'm sorry others made you feel that way. And I am glad you told me,” he leans in and kisses your forehead. “There is so so much about you that's amazing. And, I hope you know, you don't have to make yourself small for my sake. I want all of you, (Y/N).”

You hide your face in his chest, hugging him. You don't know what to say. You know he's sincere. You just hope he won't get scared eventually.

“D-did I say something wrong?”

“Not at all,” you smile.

You might actually fall in love with this dude.

》》》》

You hover over the key, looking at Tomura. He gives a nod and you press it.

“Is it muted now?” You whisper.

“Yes,” he smiles.

“Your friends are so nice!” You coo. “I was a bit jealous every time you mentioned Himiko– that was so stupid.” You giggle. “She's amazing!”

Tomura grins. “You were jealous? What happened to secure (Y/N)?”

“I never said I was. I am quite possessive actually,” you raise your hands innocently. You press the key again and keep talking to Himiko and Mr. Sako and Tomura just looks at you. How did he get here? You love his friends and they love you? How– after everything– How did he get so lucky?

“Dabi's about to come on,” Spinner says. “He just texted.”

“He's always late!” Himiko sighs. “I'd never let you wait, (Y/N)-chan! If Tomura ever lets you wait– just text me, kay?”

“Himiko?!” Tomura gasps.

“Just saying.”

You giggle. Tomura sees how you brace yourself a little. It is actually so ridiculous that Dabi acts this way.

“Sup, bitches? Where is that fake girlfriend of yours, Shig?”

You jump a little hearing the deep dark voice. It's like straight out of a horror movie. The others all groan and sigh.

“You're embarrassing.”

“Really? Voice changer? Cmon, man,” Tomura says and pinches his nose. “(Y/N) and I are sharing a mic just so you know.”

“(Y/N)--?” There is a little shake in his voice now, even through the changer.

“Hi! Nice to meet you, Dabi. I've heard so much about you!” Tomura snorts a little at your overly friendly tone.

Suddenly his character disappears again. “What happened now?” Spinner asks.

Your phone starts to vibrate before you can think about it. “Oh, I gotta take this– I'm going… afk!” You say. “Was that right?”

The others giggle.

Tomura laughs softly, “yes.” You're so cute… so damn cute.

You get up and close the door behind you.

“She's amazing!” Himiko giggles.

“Truly a lovely girl,” Compress agrees.

Tomura smiles to himself, “I am really happy you like her. I feel so… Warm.”

“You're in love,” Toga cooes.

Yes of course he is. What else would he be? He loves you. He loves you! “Should I tell her?”

“No!” Spinner shoots. “Dude… I just mean… it's way too early.”

“O-Oh,” Tomura nods. He has no idea when the right time to say something like this is. 

“I think you should never wait to tell someone you love them,” Mr. Sako muses. 

“I think so too,” Himiko agrees and now Tomura is just confused. What is the standard? What do normal people do?

“Well… I… I will just see if there is the right moment… coming up,” he nods. 

The others have to leave and Tomura just ends up fidgeting waiting for your return. That phone call is a long one. He hopes nothing bad happened. What if it's bad news? He can comfort you. He can do it… should he quickly google how to do it correctly. But– he has comforted you before… he is fine. Holy shit… so much happened today.

The door opens and you walk in. You look annoyed or concerned… he can tell immediately that something is wrong.

“Oh… is everyone gone already? I am so sorry.”

“Yeah, they had to leave but don't worry about it… are you okay?” He reaches his hand out and you take it, sitting down on his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him tightly.

“Yeah… I tell you another time,” you sigh. “I think I should go… I have an 8 am class tomorrow.”

“O-okay,” Tomura nods. “Sure. I`ll walk you.”

“Thanks, but I will call Touya back… so you don’t need to. It was so nice to meet your friends,” you force a smile. “Thank you for this. I had such a great time. Thank you.”

“For what?” Tomura frowns. You are acting strange… or maybe he's reading into things? Possibly. He tends to right? You would tell him if he did something wrong, right?

“Everything,” you smile and kiss his cheek.

You pack up and you say goodbye but it's not like before. It's a quicker goodbye and Tomura wonders why?

“Hey… Are we good?” He calls down the hallway after you.

You turn. “Yes! Yes, we are! I… I tell you tomorrow, okay? We are 100% good,” you wave your phone insinuating that the phone call you just got is the reason for your strange behaviour right now. And Tomura can live with that.

"O-okay… text me when you get to your dorm?”

“I will.”

You make it out of the building and dial back the last number. Touya picks up still sobbing.

“Do you want me to come home? I'm sure there is still a train going?” You ask.

“I just want to talk,” he sniffs. “I feel so alone.”

“Is it because… your friend who got a girlfriend?”

He sobs.

“I'm sorry.”

“I should be happy for them… but I am not… and that hurts. I am so awful, (Y/N).”

“You're not…”

》》》》

Tomura is clinging to your words. You are good. You aren't mad at him. You said it. Sure. You didn't send him any funny tiktoks like you usually do in the morning and you didn't say goodnight either. He usually wakes up to so many texts from you since he wakes up so late. But you said everything is fine. You didn't write him when you woke up at all– no… No you wouldn't lie. Everything is good. He didn’t do anything wrong.

He hopes you don't mind that he picks you up from class… What if you do? What if you think he's embarrassing? What if– wait! He's spiralling. Stop. Deep breaths. He remembers what his therapist has told him.

Tomura takes another deep breath and feels over the smoothness of the Gel polish. It's all good between you.

The door to your class opens and you're the first one out. You walk straight toward Tomura but then just pass him.

“Uh… (Y/N)?”

You jump. “Oh god… I didn't see you.” You grimaces before falling into his arms, burying your face in his shoulder. “What are you doing here? It's so early.”

“I thought I would bring you something to eat. You once said you don't have time for breakfast,” he explains. “I got you a croiss–”

“Thank you,” you whisper, squeezing tighter. “You are the best.”

Tomura holds you. Something has to be wrong? He feels it. “(Y/N), what happened? You are acting strange and it worries me…”

You pull away and take the bagged up croissant from him, taking a bite. Touya told you to not tell anyone but you understand that Tomura wants an explanation. “Touya isn't doing well,” you sigh and the two of you start walking. “We talked the whole night. I really don't know how to help him and I am seriously worried. I'm thinking about taking the train home later and staying for a few days to keep an eye on him… maybe talk to his siblings too. His dad is… a case but his siblings might understand and help him– it is just very complicated.”

“Oh… that… yes… I understand. I can bring you to the station?” He doesn't want to be apart from you. Not even a second. He is scared once you are apart from him, you will realize you don’t actually want to date him and all of this was a lie. It is irrational and Tomura can recognize it is not healthy to think like this… but he is scared.

You're not just his girlfriend, you have a whole life back at home he knows nothing about– just like he does. You should know that about each other, right? He wants to know.

“Will you be okay?” You meet his eyes.

“What yes! I mean– I don't like need you– I've been fine without you before– I–” Tomura takes a deep breath. “I will be okay.”

You take his hand. “I made someone for you during class,” you smile. “We were talking about video game animation and the prof showed us some examples and I really liked that one character. I've seen you talk about him on your channel.”

Tomura cringes, “I forgot you watch my videos. I liked that I forgot.”

“What?” You giggle. “I love them. They are my favorite background noise now!”

“I'm just background noise?” He pouts. “Ow.”

You pinch his side and Tomura squirms. “You know what I mean!”

“I deserve the thing you made for me as compensation now,” he holds out his hand.

You giggle, “dude, I need to print it first.” You hook your arm into his and lead him down the stairs.

Tomura's eyes flicker to a group of girls walking by. This game is no fun but he plays it all the time. Do they recognize him from Twitch? Are they weirded out you hang out with a creep looking guy like him? How much do they know? Do they know… that?

“You okay?” You follow his gaze.

“Y-Yes. Sorry. I… I wanted to ask if I can soft launch you on Instagram?”

“Soft launch,” you crackle and look at him funny. “Okay, influencer.”

Tomura blushes, “you know what I mean! It's just… I am always worried that people know about… that… and now I'm also worried the chat finds out I have a girlfriend on a random Monday morning. So, making us official would eliminate that and I'd have control of the narrative– but if you don't want to–”

You squeeze his hand. “Stop rambling. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

“Really?” His hair bounces as he turns to look at you. “I didn't think– I don't know I still think you secretly hate me and find me disgusting,” he laughs because to him it's a normal thing to say. You look at him concerned.

You get your phone out and snap a picture of your pinkies linked up. You tag him, then post it to your story. “There. Soft launched. Post it in your story.”

Tomura blinks at you then grins a little. “That's not… That's not what that is.”

“Pff. Okay, Mister Social Media Strategy.”

He laughs. “You know they will find your spicy fanart… do you really want that?”

“Wait… we should totally make a ‘my gf shows me the NSFW anime art she draws for the first time’ video. That could be the soft launch.”

Tomura laughs, “let's goooo.”

You both giggle.

“I love to hear you laugh,” you husk and look at him with dreamy eyes. You look at him like he's a blessing and it's just overwhelming… he knows nothing like it. “I… I love y– it.” You sigh deeply and look away.

Tomura gulps yet his gaze softens. His chest feels swollen and tender with the need to burst. He wants you. He would marry you right now… He just… he doesn't want to lose you. He wants to truly accept that this is real… That you are. That you won’t leave suddenly. That what Spinner says was just stupid. Would you be freaked out if he'd say it? He doesn’t know what to do. So many questions wirr in his mind and yet you are the answer to most of them. He googled again and he doesn't want to seem like he's love bombing. He isn't– it's not that… he just loves you.

“(Y/N)... I…I–”

Your phone starts to vibrate again. Tomura sees the name and the blue heart and flame behind it. His smile drops a little. “I can come by later?” He offers.

“That would be nice,” you smile sadly. “Let me just– I am sorry.. see you later!” You pick up and Tomura gets lost in his thoughts. He is not jealous or anything like that… it's a strange sensation in his chest. It makes him wonder if you'd choose him?

A few hours later he is walking you to the train with a heavy heart. He doesn't want to spend a single day without you… but he recognizes how unhealthy that thinking is. Maybe this will be good. He can’t live for you. He is still his own person… and that person needs to catch up on cutting videos for YouTube.

You hug him for so long that he is scared you miss your train. “(Y/N)--”

“When I'm back… can we maybe go on a date? Get Boba and sit in the park? I… I need to tell you something… explain something to you– it is nothing bad! I just need to come clean.”

“Of course,” he squeezes your frame. What could it be? Nothing bad, huh?

You finally pull away and give him a kiss. “I… I– I will miss you.”

“I will miss you too, gf,” he forces a smile on his slip then watches you board the train.

“You better come back to me!” He calls after you.

The door closes and he never hears your answer.

》》》》

“You didn't have to come,” Touya rasps.

He is curled up in his bed and you are guessing he hasn't changed his clothes in a while. His room Is littered with trash and dirty plates, it reeks. You tore open the windows the second you walked in. Now you are picking up the trash one bit at a time. Touya is usually extremely tidy…. But this is how depression works. You find empty liquor bottles shoved behind the nightstand.

“I wanted to,” you say.

“Right… and your boyfriend?”

“What about him?” You frown. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Touya whispers. He sounds so sour. You want to get him out of the bed and into the shower so badly. It will make him feel better.

“Are you going to help or not?” You smile. “At least clean yourself up, okay?”

He doesn't move. You finish up collecting the trash and bring the dishes into the kitchen, fixing him a cup of team and a sandwich. Then you plop down on the bed next to him. You've been here before. Many times. He always hits rock bottom again and again. Yet, he refuses to get help.

“So… are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Please just leave… go to your boyfriend.”

You frown and a lump grows steadily in your throat. You look at the back of his head. His light hair looks badly tangled. “Touya… is that the problem?”

“Yep.”

You don't know what to say for a long moment. He knows nothing about Tomura and… why would that affect him so much? “You’ll always be my number one, bro. Don’t be silly.”

He says nothing. 

“I… I'll come back tomorrow… maybe you manage to shower til then? We could go grab milkshakes?”

“What do you not get?!” Touya sits up and his voice reeks of hurt. “Seeing you only hurts more! Don't you get it?!”

“Don't yell at me,” you blink.

“Yeah… I am awful. I yell at you and I can't be happy for you. I'm so awful! Just go!”

“Y-you… you can't be happy for me?” You know he is saying things he doesn't mean… But it still stings. Badly. Because for the first time since— that… you are happy.

He laughs, “(Y/N)... Of course I am not happy you are dating Tomura.”

“Touya.” Your heart beats like crazy. No. Please… no.

“I had this crush since forever… Don't be dense,” he groans. “And I tried to ignore it but now you date him– why couldn't it be me?! You don't even know him… no one does!”

You get up and grab your bag. “You're not making any sense right now.”

“And you're running away again like you always do! You always pretend like you're oh so emotionally mature but the second things are hard or you feel rejected you back out! Or have you told him yet? That it was all by accident? A lie? No? You haven't, because you're terrified. But hey… once he sees how broken you truly are… maybe he–” Touya yells but stops himself. His eyes go wild.

It becomes deathly quiet after that. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. Your throat feels like the Sahara desert.

“(Y/N), I am– I am sorry!” He gets up but you already turn on your heel and run up the stairs. “I didn’t mean that! (Y/N)!”

“You finally need to get help! You are starting to act like your father,” you whisper and run out the front door. You hurry down the street you've walked every single day since Kindergarten. He isn't in love with you… was that what he was trying to say? He can't be. There never was anything implication. He just decided that he was.

And you are not broken! Not anymore… you fixed yourself… you did!

Your hand is shaking when you dial Tomura's number. It is not true… what Touya said. Tomura isn't like that. And what does he even know?

“Yes?” Tomura picks up.

“I know this is random,” you say. “But… Hey… You told me to remind you that this is real… can you remind me, too, right now? Please?”

Tomura blanks for a moment. “Babe, I miss you like crazy already and I can't stop thinking about you and I hope you are okay and I miss you and I… I just want to hug you and kiss you– I wish we would already know everything about each other. I wish you could be with me all the time.” He blurts out. “This is so real! You make me feel things I have never felt before… even playing dating sims. This is so real!”

You take a deep breath. “Thank you, Tomu.”

“Was that… Okay?”

“Yes. Thank… you. Hey, one more thing… you're not a serial killer?”

“When does it become serial?”

“After 5?”

“Oh no then we're good.”

You chuckle, “good. Because… I'm going to tell my dad about you at dinner.”

“R-reallyy?”

“Hard launching us to him.”

“You will never let this go now… right,” he rolls his eyes.

“Maybe… Is it okay if I tell him?”

“Yes… Will you tell him I'm Nana's grandchild?”

You think for a second. You don’t think that that information would make any of this easier. “Maybe… maybe not yet.”

“Oh… okay.”

You stop in front of your house. Everything looks frozen in time… looks like home… looks like pain. “I am kinda scared, Tomu.” You say soberly, genuinely.

“Scared? Will he make you break up with me? We can do it like that Taylor Swift song, right?”

You smile, “oh romeo! Save me!” You hum but your smile drops. “It isn’t about that. We are adults, Tomu. He can't tell me that.”

“That is good to hear. Got a bit scared there, not gonna lie. You wanna… tell me what it is?”

“When I left for this semester we fought pretty badly… we haven't really talked since then.”

“Oh… I remember… the rent thing.”

“Yeah.”

“What was it about?”

You pause for a fairly long moment. “Well… a lot of things came up but the reason was Izuku.”

Now Tomura pauses. His heart bleeds. It is always Izuku– but Izuku is also the reason why you got together that night at the party. “O…okay? I didn't know you knew Izuku that well.”

“I don’t,” you whine. “During semester break he showed up here and introduced himself as my boyfriend to my dad. I don’t know if you know how charming Izuku can be… my dad loved him. And… I had to play along because if my dad knew that I have a stalker he would never let me go back to uni. So… when he finally pissed off I tried to do damage control and told my dad that I was planning to break up with him– this is so stupid.”

“Very,” Tomura chuckles dryly.

“He got mad. Because obviously Izuku is good for me and will protect me and that I don’t know what is good for me… just– it was so infuriating. We fought about a lot of things then… I just left without saying goodbye and he hardly texted ever since.”

“I am sorry,” Tomura feels like he is standing outside of his body. He cannot move right now. 

“I don’t actually hate my dad, Tomu…” You confess, your voice yet again changing to a more melancholic tone. “You know… when my mom died… he just became overprotective and he can't see me as someone with their own life. He is scared… I get it.”

Tomura’s heart aches as he stares at his monitor. A wound throbs in the middle of his heart. “I… I am sorry… I didn’t know–”

“I didn’t tell you… it is kinda not something you just casually bring up. Hey… my mom died when I was 12. But really… It's fine.”

Tomura takes a deep breath. “(Y/N)... do you think we don’t actually know each other at all? Do you think… we are strangers still?”

You think. If you had dated in a traditional sense then of course you would know more about each other. But you cannot possibly be strangers? “I… want to know you–”

“And I want to know you!” He says a bit breathlessly. “Every last bit. Open my brain and download yourself into it… please.”

You smile softly, “that is a crazy thing to say… I love it.”

He chuckles softly, “sorry. It just… I am scared. One day you will truly know me… What if you don't like me then?”

“Getting to know someone is a process, right? And… I know how I feel about you now… is that not enough?”

“But what if… that will change… you know? What if I am not who you think I am?”

“What if I am not who you think I am?” You counter.

Tomura lets out a sharp breath. He gets what you mean now. He knows how he feels about you… that is enough and eventually you will know everything about each other because of these feelings.

“I know you are cute as fuck,” you grin.

He chuckles, “I was about to say that…. Rude. Hey, uhm, Thank you… you called me for reassurance and now you had to–”

“Nah… don’t say that, babe.”

“Babe,” he repeats, smiling lazily to himself. “Not good? I wanted to try giving you a pet name. I’ll try some out if that is cool with you… baby.”

You smile from ear to ear, “yes… what else is on the list?”

He pauses. “Hmmm… mommy?” He giggles and smiles even wider when he hears you laugh.

“My dad is pulling into the driveway… I call you later to tell you how it–”

“Hey, (Y/N)... your dad… he does not– you know– hurt you, right?” Tomura blurts out. He needs to know or he won’t be able to have a peaceful minute. The thought of you going through the same thing at home– he couldn't take it.

“Tomura… I am safe. I promise.”

“Good… I just needed to know… you know.”

Your heart breaks a little. It is not hard to connect the dots having met his father. “I miss you… talk later, my one and only.”

He snorts. “Talk later… honey..?”

You hang up and cannot hide your smile from your dad.

Tomura holds his phone tightly, leaning back and looking at the ceiling. He spins a bit in his chair, thinking, contemplating.

He has to do something.

“Hi, dad,” you say, getting up from the stair leading up to the porch. “I… did not call. It was–”

Toshinori wraps his arms around you, almost smothering you with the intensity of his embrace. “Kid, you don’t ever need to justify coming home.”

“After last time… I didn’t know if you were still mad,” you look up at him.

He sighs but your father wears his heart on his sleeve… you can see the remorse in his face. “I am sorry… I truly am. It is just so hard to let you go out there into the dangerous world…. All by yourself,” he sighs. “I said some things I wish I could take back. ”I know you are following your dream… who am I to stop you.”

You smile softly, “thank you, dad. I also said some awful things. I am sorry.” The two of you walk inside, Toshinori babbles about making your favorite dinner and watching the old shows you used to. But you are not done yet. You want to get it out of the way as quickly as possible.

“Hey, dad… there is something else,” you say. “Uhm, Izuku… we never dated.”

Toshinori blinks, confused.

“He… kinda stalks me.’

“Kinda?”

“He stalks me.” You sigh. “Ever since you asked him to help carry the fridge… I can't get rid of him. That's why I changed my number so many times too… And when he showed up here… I knew you would completely freak out and not let me go back… so I played along. I am sorry for lying.”

He sighs, leaning against the counter. “I would have done exactly that. How bad is it? I… I am sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me.”

You swallow. You can't tell him about the spiked drink… this is already thin ice. “There was a party recently. He wouldn't leave me alone… I asked this guy to pretend to be my boyfriend… and now he really is my boyfriend. I feel really safe. Tomura is just… he's so amazing. He told Izuku off and he gave me the courage to stand up to him too.”

Toshinori looks at you intently.

“Tomura is so kind… and funny. He studies business. He is just so… Good to me. He's a big nerd and gamer. It is really serious. Dad, I think… I love him.”

“You love him,” Toshinori chuckles and wipes his hands on a kitchen towel before starting to chop up some tomatoes. “You should see how your eyes are sparkling right now.”

Your face gets red and you collapse on the table. “Shall I tell him?”

“I want to meet him first.”

You look at him, narrowing your eyes. “Dad–”

“I was kidding,” he rolls his eyes. “Never hold back telling someone you love them… You never know when it's too late.”

You look at him. Oh. You get up and wrap your arms around his tall frame. “I love you, dad.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

》》》》

You are staring at your phone. Why isn't Tomura texting back or answering your calls. He probably is busy… Or he fell asleep. He is fine. You think by now he would tell you if he wasn't.

You don't need to worry. He is fine. You roll over and open YouTube, clicking on a random video of his. You want to hear his voice… want to know him more.

You have thought over what he said. Maybe you never questioned it because you are learning so much about him through his videos?

You smile when you recognize Spinner's and Himikos's voice. You gotta start watching their content too.

“You are so dumb, Shig!”

You sit up staring at your phone. There is a little avatar on the screen now. He has burnt skin, black spiked hair— you know this guy. You drew him. For Touya. Back in senior year. You never understood what he used it for.

“Oh god,” you jump up, tunnel vision, running down the stairs and out the front door. You are still holding your phone, still listening.

“I bet you have a nut allergy,” Dabi– Touya says. You recognize his voice. If there was any doubt.

“What does that mean?!” Tomura laughs. “Chat, are you agreeing– no way. I'm going to eat a spoonful of peanut butter on cam.”

You look up and see a familiar shadow walking toward you. Touya and you stop in front of each other, coincidentally you are about halfway from his house to yours.

He looks better. Showered and awake.

“You are Dabi!” You wave the phone. “Holy shit. Now I get what you were saying– Tomura is the guy you have a crush on. Dude, I thought you were confessing TO ME!”

Touya's face grimaces. “No– did you just forget I am gay or what?! Be for real.”

“I told you you are not making any sense– Holy shit. My boyfriend– you have a crush on– and you knew him first. Touya–”

“Shut up,” he groans. “I am sorry. I am sorry for what I said earlier. I am so glad you are here.” He pulls you into a hug. “Can you forgive me?”

“That hurt,” you squeeze him tightly. “But of course I can.”

“I have mattes in my hair… can you cut them out?” He says after a while, his voice is uncharacteristically timid.

“Of course,” you smile at him and hook your arm into his, walking back toward your home. “To? We will be okay, right?”

“Pff… Sure we will. Just break up with him.”

You look at him bewildered and he laughs.

“Chill… I was joking. I said I can't be happy for you… that wasn't true at all. I just couldn't look past the hurt I felt. You love him, don't you?”

You blink at Touya. “Y-yes.”

“And he loves you… so… what do I matter. I'll get over it,” he shrugs.

“Touya….”

“Nah… from what I have heard, dude would totally kill for you.” He grins.

“Oh, cmon!” You roll your eyes. “Real funny.”

》》》》

Tomura is waiting in the shadows behind the gym. It's cold. He is cold.

He knows it is dangerous to let your impulses win… he knows what happened last time. 

But he has to do this for you. It's for you.

Tomura starts walking, hood pulled into his face, hands in the front pocket of his hoodie.

“Midoriya.”

Izuku jumps.

Yeah. He should be scared.

Because maybe it's all true.

Tenko doesn't remember and Tomura can't face the truth.

[melthegoblin]

New Rehab program

Shigaraki x Reader

~ You're the very last therapist that the law has sent to "help" Shigaraki Tomura. All Might is the one who recommended you but the thing is, you have to be roommates with the villain ~

Warnings: You have anxiety and skin picking problems (Not mentioned in this text but will be in next parts)

"Young Shimura is in his bedroom, forgive him but I do not think that he will come to meet you."

You simply nodded at the blonde 7ft tall man. Even though he wasn't in his "buff form", he looked huge nonetheless. "I understand, I'm like, what, the 10th therapist he's seeing in the span of 2 months?"

All Might offered a little smile as an apology. "Yes, but I believe it will work this time. I have faith"

You showed a weak smile, that was totally not stressful at all. The former Symbol of Peace was trusting the rehabilitation of the biggest villain of Japan into your hands. Yeah, noooo pressure.

In front of the apartment where Shigaraki lived, All Might gave you the keys and reminded you that Tomura couldn't do anything since he was wearing a necklace that was deactivating his quirk. Which reassured you, because your quirk couldn't do anything against his. But if he tried attacking you, while wearing that necklace, you'd be fine.

Your quirk consisted of enhancing your reflexes, you could dodge pretty much anything or anyone. You couldn't read their movements, but your body warned you everytime something dangerous would occur. It also helped a lot whenever you dropped something, multiple glasses of water weren't broken to this day.

All Might eventually left and you took a deep breath, you hadn't realized it earlier but you were shaking a little. Who wouldn't? You were going to become the new roommate of the worst criminal in all of Japan.

You unlocked the door and walked in with your luggages. To your surprise, the place was neat. You wouldn't need to clean on your first day, how great!

You looked around and realized that there was no one in sight. In all honesty, you didn't know how this new rehab program worked, should you tell him you were there? So he wouldn't jolt if he ever laid his eyes on you? Tightening the grip on your backpack, you shakily walked forward and closed the door behind you. "Hello?" Your voice trembled. "Um.. I'm your new roommate" Nothing happened, maybe you should've said you were the new therapist? Though, being the 10th one in the span of 2 months, you didn't think he'd care.

"Well.. I guess I'll put my stuff in the room.." You sighed to yourself, a bit relieved that he didn't directly jumped on you to try to kill you or something.

You removed your shoes and spotted a bright red pair of sneakers, they were too big to fit you. Maybe they were his? They looked almost new, guess he didn't go outside that much. You put your shoes next to them and walked towards the hallway. Based on what All Might had said, your bedroom was at the end of it and on the left.

The left door was wide open, and from what you could see inside, there was only a bed and a desk. You guessed that it was yours then, since it was empty. Right in front of your bedroom was a closed door, from the inside, you could hear noises. Mostly fast clicking and music. The sound was similar to when you used the buttons on a controller. You weren't unfamiliar with video games, but with your job, you didn't have that much time to play anymore.

Maybe you could play a bit today, you weren't planning on giving a therapy anyways as you would give yourself some time to unpack.

It was around 6pm when you were almost done unpacking most of your stuff. You just couldn't focus on that anymore when your stomach kept screaming that it was hungry. You sighed and got up. Fine, you'll eat, even if you would've preferred to finish placing your stuff first but your belly was being annoying.

Walking out of your new bedroom, you realized that Shigaraki's door was still closed. He only went to the bathroom once but you never saw him. You were inside your closet, folding clothes when you heard his bedroom door close. Maybe it was a missed opportunity, but you didn't want to force him either.

You entered the kitchen and looked inside the fridge and cupboards. After a few minutes of searching, you eventually decided to make some donburi for you and some for him too. Usually, you'd make food for yourself alone but you lived with someone now so, you thought about his stomach.

Multiple minutes later, as you were still cooking, you turned around and jolted very badly. Luckily, you didn't drop anything due to your quirk, but Shigaraki Tomura was standing right behind the kitchen island, staring at you.

Shigaraki was a bit taller than you, his scarlet eyes were almost hidden behind his long white locks. He was glaring at you like you didn't belong here, and truth to be told, you also felt like you didn't belong here either. But it was your job and you needed the money to pay for your bills.

You silently stared back, what were you supposed to do? Your breathing and heartbeat increased as you felt anxious in his company, but you tried your best to remain calm.

"H-Hey, uh, I'm… making dinner… It's.." You turned to look at the pot on the oven, then back at him. "..Not ready yet.." You almost talked in whispers, your throat wasn't able to talk louder, you were just too anxious. "Y-You like donburi?"

He didn't answer, instead he just walked back to his bedroom.

Well.. That was going to be interestingly awkward.

At least, he didn't try to kill you..

During the next week, you just calmly lived your life and Shigaraki lived his. He didn't do much except locking himself into his bedroom and sometimes walking out to go to the bathroom.

The second week was more.. Rough.

The young man had decided to threaten and provoke you.

You, personally, didn't know why.

But him? He was already sick of you. Why weren't you forcing him into therapy sessions? That was more than annoying, all the other therapists were just tossing him onto the couch and forced him to have a therapy. But you never did, why?

One day, it just slipped out of his mouth. "Why aren't you doing shit?"

He was standing at the edge of the living room, his hands in his hoodie's pocket. He was fuming, you could easily see it in his body language. Yet, sitting on the floor as you played your favourite video game, you only confusedly glanced back. You put your game on pause and turned to him. "What do you mean..? I've been cooking, cleaning-"

Tomura quickly interrupted you. "I'm not talking about those, idiot. Why the hell aren't you doing your job?"

You tilted your head to the side, slightly scared and still confused. "..You want a therapy?"

His expression switched for a second, you would've missed it if you had blinked. "Obviously not" He snarled.

"Then.. W-Why are you asking? Why would I force you?" You tried your best to stay calm as you weren't sure how he would react if he'd get mad. "My job is to help people, sure, but if you don't want any help, I can't do anything." You took a deep breath as he would probably not like how you would word what was next. "It's your problem, not mine. I can only do something, if you, want to get helped"

Tomura blinked, he looked surprised at your answers for a few seconds before he stormed back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

You also blinked, not really understanding what was going on.

In the past two weeks, he had never talked to you this much. Were you progressing? Maybe.. Maybe not.

Part 2 coming soon

[madeintimeland]

they call me sonic cuz i thrust my hog into her hedge at the speed of sound

[animepopheart]

★ 【飴たろ】 「 ほぼ弔なヒロアカまとめ⑩ 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

[shiggysimp69]

You know what? Fuck it.

This:

I made this out of clips from My Hero Ultra Impact. Sorry if it's cringe.

[shiggyartist-deactivated2025120]

Omg. Fuck yes.

[tenkomura-deactivated20241004]

Happy Birthday to the only guy in the world!!

18+ Cringe fail era!Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader

Tw: mdni. Smut. Switch-y things (a little), virgin!tomura, experienced reader, piv with creampie, reader is definitely into degradation but there is only one thing shiggy says, simp behavior, oral -> both, teasing, giggling, overstim

You blink.

Is he flirting with you or just being mean? You truly can't tell.

“Wow… I'm gonna cry,” you say.

“No, don't cry… at least not in front of me. I wouldn't know what to do.”

You let out a giggle. It is sheer amusement. What's with this scrawny white haired dude?!

“What do you like to do for fun?” You ask. Your eyes are focused on his face. Well… what you can see of it since that hand is in the way. You like the intensity of his eyes and the way his hair falls so unruly. There is no way he's not hot. You wanna know.

“Oh, that question now,” he whispers. His voice too… it's all breathy and whiny. He is so pathetic and cute.

“Pff. Okay. How about… why are you being such a jerk? Instead? Better question?” You tilt your head forward and smile with teeth.

Tomura blinks. No answer.

You finish your drink and jump from the barstool. “Goodnight, Kurogiri-san! Goodnight, jerk!” You look at Tomura then wink and walk to your room. You let out another chuckle. What the hell? And he's supposed to be sensei's golden boy? He is so clueless. But somehow that is very endearing. Well– a little. He is kinda cute. He's really cute.

It is late that night when you hear a soft knock on the door. What now?

You get up, not bothering to throw something on and open the door a little. His eyes drop to your bra, then Tomura turns his face to the side and starts fidgeting. Damn he's so adorably pathetic.

“I… I just wanted– wanted to say. I didn't mean to be a jerk. I don't talk to anyone but Kurogiri and sensei… I was… overwhelmed.” He turns, ready to run away because you are standing in front of him in just underwear.

Oh he is so cute.

“That's really nice of you to come and clear it up,” you smile. “I was under the impression you hated me for no reason.”

“I don't.” You can hear how dry his throat has become. “Goodni–”

“Hey, Tomu-chan?” Your voice is suddenly all silky and he can't help but look at you.

“I am your senpai–” he whispers. If you must use honorifics then do it right.

You roll your eyes but you keep grinning. He cannot read that grin whatsoever and it makes the hair on his body stand.

“Wanna fuck, Tomu-chan?”

“What?!” Tomura shrieks and jumps back. His heart starts racing.

“I think you're so cute… I want you,” you shrug. You are so unapologetic about it that Tomura has no time to entertain the thought that this is a joke. But… hell… it must be one, right?

“Yo-you are not funny.”

“Am not trying to be. So… you wanna come in or not?” You step back, biting your lip. “Your choice.” You keep smiling– grinning.

Tomura is terrified of you but the possibility of finally having sex and then with you outweighs any doubts. You are smoking hot. He timidly walks in.

You close the door and take his index finger into your hands. He flinches a little at your brazen touch. You do realize he could kill you?

You two sit on the bed. Well… he sits while you are kneeling next to him. His eyes keep dropping to your thighs and tits.

“You gotta take the hand off,” you whisper.

Fair. How would you kiss? You are going to kiss right? Tomura raises his hand up and takes father off, placing the hand on the bedside table. He doesn't know how to properly kiss.

You bite your lip finally seeing him. He's so hot. And the best part… he truly has no idea. “It's downright… villainous… that you hide your pretty face,” you whisper as you move closer and cup his cheek, stroking his hair away. “You're like… soo. Hot.” You slur and press your lips to his.

Tomura doesn't dare move. How is this happening? You smell so nice and your lips are so soft. What is he supposed to do? Omg you're his fucking wet dream.

You giggle. “Relax. I don't bite.”

“Heh...”

You kiss him again, this time your tongue pushes into his mouth. He has no choice but to engage now, swirling his tongue with yours like he's seen in hentai.

Your hand slides under his shirt and ghosts over his torso up to his chest. Tomura jumps when your thumb brushes against his nipple. You kiss him deeper, not letting him pull away and he groans from the back of his throat.

Everything is so hot. Everything is so fuzzy and buzzing. He can't take it. He will fucking pass out.

Your lips now move across his jaw. You lick and suck at his neck and then you bite. Tomura shivers all over.

“Didn't you say….?”

“Oops,” you pull back to meet his eyes.

He stops breathing for a second. Your eyes have become so feral, so dark and spilling with lust. He might actually pass out. There is no way.

“Sorry, Tomu-chan.”

“Shut up,” he smiles and now he is the one latching onto your neck earning soft whimpers from your lips. His hands become a little more brave, exploring your curves and eventually squeezing your tits. You push your bra up so it sits on your chest, exposing your breasts to him.

“So cute,” he glares at them and licks his lips. “You should wear clothes that show them off better.”

“Ha!” You grin. “Will you be a better conversation partner then?”

“Worse,” he hums and dips down to kiss your nipples, taking them between his lips and sucking way too harshly.

You tug on his hair and hiss through your teeth, followed up by a soft whimper that drives him even more insane. “How is this happening right now?” He pulls back and looks at you.

“Don't ask stupid questions–” you flip him on his back and his shirt finally comes off. You slip off the bed slowly, kissing down his sternum and he looks at you with wide eyes, plopping himself up on his elbows.

You lean against his thigh. “Kinda made me horny when you acted like a jerk earlier,” you giggle. “Didn't know if you were flirting with me or not.”

“I was just nervous– I play dating sims sometimes but that didn't help apparently– I still was shaking– hell. Heh… I can act like a jerk more if you liked it that much,” he blurs out with sweet puppy eyes staring at yours.

You doubt he can do it purposely as he's sweet like sugar right now but you are also happy to be surprised. This is funny. “Go ahead.” You tug on his pants and pull them down alongside his boxers. Your mouth waters. Of course he was packing.

You kiss his leaky tip ever so slightly and his knee jerks. His lips part and his hands turn to fists.

“Oh—” his abs tense as you kiss down his shaft and lick back up. The musky scent wills your nostrils and it makes you moan softly.

“Am waiting,” you tease.

Oh, Tomura can't think at all. His brain is literally melting. So… that's what that feels like. Holy shit.

“Ahh– oh god– oh–”

You let out a giggle and suckle his tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue against it at the same time. Tomura whimpers and covers his face with his hands. You can feel his whole body tremble. He's so adorable.

Your cheeks pop when you pull back. “Still there?”

“No…” he heaves.

You giggle.

“You are literally so cute,” you whisper and move up to straddle him, sucking multiple hickeys into his skin.

When you pull back he's looking at you through lidded eyes, his cheeks are flushed visibility and his breaths come out heavy. He looks absolutely lovesick.

“Want more?” You check in.

His hand drops to your thigh, four fingertips grabbing the flesh. “Please… please.”

You press a kiss to his lips and pull your panties off. You raise your hips and guide his cock to your entrance. You feel it throb as it touches your soaked heat.

“Ahh–” His mouth falls open when you slowly sink down on him. “Fuck– fuck– fuck.”

“Shh, don't get too loud, kay?”

“Sorry,” he gasps. “Sorry! Oh– fuck. I'm inside of you– I'm inside of your pussy!”

You smile and bottom out, watching him intensely as you don't want to miss a single reaction from him.

“This is the best day of my life,” he heaves, licking his lips and meeting your eyes. The tenderness in them catches you off guard for a second.

“You're so cute… I can't–” you breathe out and clench around him. Tomura's head drops and he grabs his own hair moaning out. “You're so adorable, aren't you?” You grin and start to bounce on his cock. “The fucking cutest, hm?”

He's a moaning and babbling mess. You watch in real time how he falls apart underneath you. You drag your nails down his chest, leaving red marks.

“You're all mine– say you're all mine.”

“All yours– I'm all yours–” he whimpers, nearly sobbing. Gladly. He's so gladly yours.

You slow down. “Don't you dare cum without asking, yeah?”

He nods, his back arches. He can't grasp a coherent thought. It feels so amazing. So amazing. “(Y/N)–” it spills out.

“Fuck,” you moan. “Say it again.”

“(Y/N)!” He looks at you, embarrassed and mad with pleasure and lust.

You kiss his cheek, hovering over him so your lips brush against his as you speak. “You're being so good for me.”

“Ahh– I'm gonna– I'm gonna– please– no no no ow please!” His hands grab your hips as you slow down. “No–” his own hip snaps and thrusts up. Your head falls back.

“Fuck– Tomura– ah–” he does it again and again, reaching so deep inside that you feel him everywhere.

“Maybe sensei sent you here to be my bitch.”

Your jaw drops and you open your eyes to look at him. His eyes are a bit sharper, darker too. You shiver all over. “Maybe.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “I- I'm gonna cum… I can't hold back.”

You kiss him, smiling against his lips. “Cum then.”

He grabs at your thighs again. Eyes going wide and lips parting in heaves and gasps. “I-inside?”

“Cum inside me, Tomu-chan,” you sing teasingly, rocking your hips steadily still.

“Fuck– oh shit–” This is the real deal. He can barely take it. He feels you shift and then realizes you press his wrists to the mattress. It's for the better– he is losing his mind. “It feels so good– your pussy feels so good– gonna cum… gonna– inside you– gonna cum inside,” Tomura erupts in a string of groans and whimpers. His body trembles and his neck arches. He can't breathe. His mind melts.

Tomura is sure he blacked out for a second because when he comes to again you are laying beside him, showering his face with tender kisses.

“You oka– uh.” You are thrown on your back, knees pushed apart. “Tomu-chan? Oh– oh!” He dives right into your cum covered cunt, not giving a damn. He moans against your tender core when your mixed tastes hit his tongue. He doesn't know what he's doing– but he does it so eagerly.

You must have zoned out pretty badly at some point because now it's multiple orgasms later and he's still between your thighs. The look in his eyes hasn't changed at all. You are sure he's cum himself nearly as many times as you. He's utterly drunk on your pussy.

You gave him a taste and he is repaying it tenfold. He's literally the cutest.

“Tomu– can't cum again,” you sob and try to pull him up by his hair.

“One more… please– please… one more.”

He's been saying that for a while now.

[mamayan]

Shigaraki Tomura

cw: NSFW • Holiday Filth • Crush Shigaraki • Modern AU • dry humping • language • implied alcohol usage • pathetic virgin Tomura

Thinking about being Shigaraki’s little sister’s best friend.

Being invited over to her house and being so excited unbeknownst to your friend to see her nasty older brother. Tomura holed up in his room, feet up and knees bent as he sits in his fancy leather gamer chair spewing filth into the mic of his headset. Being given the most toe curling glare from him as he looks up from under his messy bangs and sees you peaking at him through a crack in the door. Sneering and telling you to “fuck off” and you do, scampering away to shamelessly rifle through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for any of his hygiene products. There’s not many. It doesn’t matter though, since he left his dirty clothes from last night in a bundle on the bathroom floor beside the shower and toilet.

Your friend babbling on endlessly about family drama but you can’t pay attention as dinner begins and Tomura is forcibly dragged down the stairs, eye bags heavy from lack of sleep, mumbling out vague answers on how college is going. He notices his little sister’s annoying friend though, you, who always seems to be judging him from the way you constantly have your eyes on him. It pisses him off, and he’s not afraid of outing you in front of everyone.

“Why don’t you find something better to stare at bitch,” and cackling as the home filled with relatives and friends erupts at his rude comment and language. His family is comforting you, telling you he’s just having a rough day, he doesn’t mean it, etc. Your friend is intent on vengeance but you assure her it means nothing to you. She’s used to the behavior and agrees he’s not worth the trouble, being pulled away by relatives intent on being nosy into her personal life.

Tomura did mean it though, and you know it too, and it still doesn’t stop you from sneaking away upstairs while the house slowly boozes up and begins to become rowdy. Tomura slunk away to return to his game he’d been playing with friends, some stolen snacks and a cheap bottle of vodka in his hoodie pocket he takes a straight swig from every now and then as he gets heated into his gaming match.

He’s nearly surprised to see you open his bedroom door and not his mom or sister intent on giving him a headache.

“Back to keep staring whore?” He’s snickering as he flips up the mic, his game paused for a moment while waiting on another friend to join the match.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t expect you to lock the door, a brow cocked up as he reassess you.

You’re much cuter now. The baby fat gone and a young woman blooming, barely an adult now but it didn’t stop his eyes from lowering to your chest that was rising and falling quite quickly. He’s always been so used to seeing you attached to his bratty shit sister that he’s never appreciated you before.

“Wanna do more than stare though.” He’s even more shocked to see you tossing the ugly Christmas cardigan you matched with his sister, the plain dress under easily lifted over your head and dropped too. Right in front of him.

“Ha, oh yeah?” He’s baffled but not upset, dropping his feet and manspreading wide as his cock hardens in his sweats. He’s shameless in palming himself through them, setting his controller aside and licking his dry lips as you come closer, cute little matching bra and pantie set doing little to hide your hard nipples poking through the fabric and pussy lips. “Fuck, look at you, all grown up huh?” His eyes on you as you slide the dainty fabric covering your cunt down and stepping out, removing your bra next slowly, letting him drink you in. You’re nearly vibrating with excitement, eyes wide and bright as you straddle him.

“Little pervert, you wanna ride my cock?” You smile, because he’s acting like he isn’t some loser virgin with trembling hands digging into the fat of your soft ass. You can feel he’s just as strung up now, his palms lightly sweating as they slide up and cup your breasts, eagerly pitching and pulling at your nipples while you roll your hips over his chubby cock. “D-damn, where’d’ya learn to act like this?” He’s nearly about to cum from touching your tits alone, but the feel of you grinding down on him is making him lose it.

“I watched porn.” He groans, finally losing patience and pulling his dick free from his sweats, ready to naively try and enter you without any prep. He’s huffing and breathing heavy as he rubs the tip through your folds and trying and failing to hump into you. He’s just bumping uselessly against your tightly closed entrance while he moans and buries his face in your chest, happy when you begin to run your fingers through his hair.

He’s coming a minute later. No penetration necessary for him to spurt his hot spunky load against your pussy as he nearly passes out from how hard he cums.

“Holy fuck—!” You nearly have to muffle his cry of pleasure as he grips you for dear life.

The banging on his door a minute later making you both fumble for clothing as your friend’s voice comes out in a battle cry for your location.

“You fucking asshole! You hurt her feelings and now I can’t find her!”

You both only look at one another in amusement and embarrassment.

“Try looking up your ass since her face is always buried there!” He shouts back, and you have to bit back the comment you want to yell at him. Little does anyone else know the true reason you love going to the Shigaraki house when Tomura is home.

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

My heart is breaking in a million pieces because Tomura thinks he can destroy the world and go back to the League, but he doesn't know that most of them are either dead or terribly hurt.

He doesn't know Twice died because he refused to betray them. Tomura doesn't know that Mr. Compress sacrificed himself to save him, doesn't know about the way that Compress screamed he loved the League as he went down. He has no clue about what AFO did to Spinner in Tomura's name, the way Dabi explained so perfectly to Shouto the LOV and their philosophies because he always paid attention even if he said he didn't, Tomura wasn't there to witness Toga's breakdown over not being able to use the Dabi's flames or his decay even if she loved them so much.

At his absolute worst, even once the worst of his own past is over, the thought of them keeping him going.

He wants to destroy the world for them.

His League of Villains.

They love him so much. He loves them so much.

They can only imagine it, but they. don't. know.

[dabislittlemouse]

I CANT DO THIS TODAY-

[hunajan]

HELP-

[astraldemise]

theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment

[astraldemise]

your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.

[astraldemise]

[astraldemise]

you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage

[bedrock-to-buildheight]

I’ve never been so attached to literal trash before

[sudorm-rfslash]

[pokefuseme]

I am similarly attached to the sentient trash. Can't wait to take him on little adventures

[nomadiclegends]

[buttonheart]

We'll get through this!

[buttonheart]

They did not get through this

[the-blind-bard]

Parasite Shigaraki x Reader Pt. 2

|Part 1 | Part 3 (Soon) | Masterlist |

Synopsis: [Strangers/Lovers, Smut, Loser!Obsessive! Shigaraki] - |Shigaraki x Reader| Your family called your quirk "parasite", able to feed off of someone's quirk and make it temporarily your own. Luckily, the only other person on the subway happens to have the most powerful quirk you've ever seen and zero experience with women.

Content: MDNI, stalking, voyeurism, mention of masturbation, mutual obsession, reader has a quirk, submissive Shigaraki

You hadn’t heard from him at all.

Nights were spent pacing around your shitty excuse of an apartment, bitter curses leaving your lips and hands itching to destroy everything around you. 

You were irreparably mad that your lust for power must have -understandably- scared him off. 

For fucks sake, (Y/n). You killed a guy in front of him.

That might have been the most impulsive thing you’d ever done.

If only you had stuck to the friendly and cute act, not showing him the power-hungry monster that lives beneath your skin.

He would have been so easy. 

You could tell the minute you touched him that he would do anything you asked, clumsy and blushing. 

You were sure if you hadn’t scared him but instead had just pressed your lips to his and let your fingers pull his hair like pretty, blue ribbons, he would have been yours.

He was meant to be yours.

You could have both built him up and broken him down.

And now you sit in the silence of knowing what could have been.

What you could have been.

It threw you into a fit of rage at first. 

When a couple of days had passed without a single text or call, you thought surely you might run into him again on the subway.

Nothing. 

You got more and more desperate.

Taking long walks that were way out of your way, hoping to find out which direction he lived in. 

You were trying so hard to push down the obsession of finding Shigaraki, but every time you remembered the feeling of absolute destruction on the tips of your fingers, you took another hour-long detour home.

It had been a little over a week when you noticed it.

You were walking home from work, feet sore and not looking forward to the purgatory state of being on that subway. Today you were wondering if you should once again try to take some random stops home and seek Shigaraki out, but you were too tired for that today.

Good thing.

It had been another particularly bad day, leaving you with depths of unresolvable anger and an itch in your blood.

But things weren’t all bad.

 At least now you were comforted by the gentle footsteps lingering in the shadows behind you.

Leaving work, you noticed the feeling of eyes lurking in dark spaces. 

Red. 

Like you were being watched by a starved animal.

Flashes of blue.

Poor shy, pretty boy.

You were so sure he would either get on the subway and sit by you or he would approach you on the street, feigning coincidence. 

When you reached the subway, you weren’t so sure anymore.

You walked slowly to the subway stop, hands retreating from the cold and into your pockets. 

You could hear the softest patter of feet behind you. 

How cute.

The destructive little street cat wasn’t aware that he was chasing a panther.

And you let him think he was getting away with it too. 

You did for a couple of days, playing the role of the ignorant airhead, acting entirely unaware of the rapid increase in time he spent “with” you. 

Throughout the day and night, footsteps always echo from not too far behind you. 

You let him believe he had the power. 

You wanted him to get hooked to you like you were the memory of his quirk, unable to chase after anything else. 

When there were a couple of consecutive days where you were sure he’d been following you from morning till deep in the night, you decided he was ready.

Leaving work, Shigaraki was there.

Walking home, Shigaraki was there.

Dead of the night, purposefully leaving your bedroom curtain cracked open, Shigaraki was there.

Leaving for work in the morning?

Depends.

Looks like even he had limits on how persistent he could be. It made you wonder what else he did throughout his days.

What was he sacrificing in his daily life as he spent his time muffling whines in his throat as he peeked through your windows? 

On this day, though, he was there. His footsteps were a little more reckless. Sleep-deprived and dazed by you, he was far from stealthy. 

At this point in allowing him to follow you, Shigaraki is over-confident. 

He thought his girl needed him now more than ever. If she was too stupid to notice someone following her for this long, what would she do without him ever again? He couldn’t trust you to walk home alone. 

Not after that pretty but reckless mouth almost had that guy and his friends come at you like that. 

Tomura wasn’t sure of the extent of your quirk, but he hadn’t seen you use a quirk at all since that night. He was so sure now that you needed him as much as he needed to feel your hands caress his face again. Fuck, touch anywhere. He just needs you-

Tomura’s lethal confidence. 

He seemed to be a little bit bolder than you gave him credit for and it was obvious to you that he wasn’t as innocent either. You’d still grant him shy, but hearing him fail to stifle those pretty noises at night derailed some notions of innocence. 

No, you decided Tomura Shigaraki must be a closeted freak, perverted and nasty in the privacy of his mind and wherever he called home. 

That, you could certainly work with to your advantage. 

It was a little warmer today than usual, a murky and humid heat. 

Even the slight chill of the night did little to stop the sticky feeling of sweat on your skin. 

You dressed appropriately, clothes a little bit more revealing than usual. 

To anyone else, you were just a normal person dressing for the weather. 

But to the footsteps behind you, Tomura couldn’t decide if he loved the feeling of seeing you like this more than how disgusted he was when anyone else looked at you. 

You could hear every step of his, smiling to yourself.

You were near the part of the street where Shigaraki would stay hidden and watch -waiting to make sure you got on the subway- when you suddenly stopped walking. 

Your back was turned to him, but your smile never faltered. This was a drastic risk to take, but you had to do something.

“Would you like to walk with me instead of taking the subway today?”

You didn’t turn around, not wanting to startle the lurking man with sudden movement. For a while, you didn’t hear any response aside from the initial gasp at your question and the approaching sound of nails scratching angry skin.

A shadow was cast on the pavement from right beside you. Illuminated by the glowing street light, his shadow loomed over yours. 

Turning your head to him with a sweet smile, you could see the wild look in his eyes, fingers tearing at his skin with his other hand clutched in the pocket of his hoodie. 

Feral.

“Thank you, Shigaraki.” You started back on your course of walking.

It was odd. 

The two of you had been walking for a decent amount of time and no one made a move towards speaking. You tried to read his body language, but you were too worried about enacting his need to run. 

Meanwhile, he didn’t see anything wrong with the silence at all. He was reveling in your presence.

He was bitter about you finding him out, wondering how long you’d known, but he couldn’t find it in him to care now that you asked for him to walk next to you. God, he missed the smell of you. 

To be able to see every detail of you up close. 

This beats fogging up the window of your room, hand traveling dangerously low as he tries to justify the disgusting way your name leaves his lips in a pathetic prayer for mercy. 

How sweet and peaceful you looked, blissfully sleeping.

His angel. 

Surely angels were forgiving, right? 

You could forgive him as he relentlessly fucks into his own fist, brought to euphoria just by seeing you and remembering what your hand felt like on his skin.

“Join the league,” he mumbled to you so lowly your brows scrunched in confusion. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You kept walking, leaning in towards him to hear better.

His breath hitched slightly. Every inch closer you were to him the more alive he felt. 

“League of Villians. I saw you dust that fuckin’ guy the other day. But you’re not shit on your own, so you’d be a dumbass to not join us.” Perfect. Tomura was sure those words perfectly reflected that he simply wants you to come live with him, help him take over the world, fuck him stupid…

You were stunned by how boldly he spoke. This wasn’t the same whimpering man that sticks to shadows. Seems like when Shigaraki wasn’t needy, he was rude. 

Is it bad that it kind of excited you? That you felt goosebumps rise on your flesh in the middle of a summer night? That you like how unpredictable he’s proving to be? 

You like how he has the potential to be destruction embodied and maybe you can pave a path to being the only thing he wants to keep whole and to himself?

Hm. But he was proving unpredictable. 

League of Villians? Who the fuck is this guy?

Looks like you might have to be careful to not get attached to the boy more than the power.

Was this a joke? No way he could be this fucking perfect. 

“Villian, huh?” You smirked at him. “That’s why you’ve been my personal shadow lately? They have you on recruitment?” 

Shigaraku scoffed, but his heart picked up pace, anxiety prickling at being called out for following you. 

“I’m not some idiot lackey, side character. I’m the leader of the league. I also just had to make sure you weren’t some crazy bitch after being stupid enough to kill a guy in front of two witnesses and a stranger and not finish off everyone else.”

Fair enough. That wasn’t your brightest moment, but you could hardly be blamed for that when you were running off of the adrenaline of meeting someone like Tomura Shigaraki. 

“I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Shigaraki felt his heart physically pound, throbbing. Was this a fucking heart attack? God, you were going to kill him. 

You were holding back for him? Why the fuck did you care about a stranger like that? He’d never. 

It was all for him. You’re all for him. You’re his.

“Whatever.” Shigaraki shrugged, but the blush creeping up his pale skin told you enough.

Shigaraki tried to instinctively curl in on himself in flustered embarrassment. His shoulders were hunched forward, hands in his pockets, and his hair shielded his face from your view. 

You reveled in knowing all of his attitude was just a front. 

Carefully, you moved a hand towards him to tuck some of those loose, blue strands behind his ear. 

When his face was exposed to you once more, his eyes were blown wide, looking at you. You were the only person to ever reach out and touch him so boldly, and he thought there couldn’t be a sweeter feeling in this world. 

He couldn’t speak even if he wanted to. Anything would come out as an embarrassing noise or he might not be able to stop himself from simply begging you to touch him again. 

Anywhere.

 However you’d like. 

A deep content flooded your chest like the warmth of an ignited fire. 

“Are there more members of this league?”

He nods. You hum, pretending to weigh a decision you’d already made. 

“Take me there.”

Who was he to not follow a command from you? His feet set forward on the familiar path to the decrepit bar he called home and headquarters. 

tag list: @milolooooong @shiggysgf890 @raccoonc0re @faithyinnitt @nymeriiiia @koreluvsspring @fudo-aki @tomura-complex @lovelylyana07 @chxrrybobaby-sin @confused-smol-fan

[hunajan]

A Friend in Need

Chapter 2

Shigaraki x F!Reader x Dabi

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Abduction, manhandling, fear, reader’s hands are tied, suggestive themes

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Synopsis: Dabi sure found a way to make Shigaraki meet you. After hearing why you're there, you’re actually intrigued because you had hoped Tomura would show some signs that he's interest in you

Word count: 1.5k

It didn’t take more than a few hours from Dabi to figure out that you indeed work in Musutafu, near the beach, which luckily was easy to find. All he had to do now was to wait for his target to be left alone.

He waits patiently in the dark street, clad in black clothes with a hood over his head. He acts idle, browsing his phone while eyeing at the rather small, but fine café across the street.

When the lights are shut, he raises his awareness and puts his cell back into his pocket. He observes you stepping outside with a warm smile on your pretty face as you wave your co-workers a goodbye. You began walking down the street, blissfully unaware that among all the strangers, one of them was tailing you.

Dabi follows after you and in about 15 minutes, the city streets turn into a residential area with a park nearby. The grass is neatly trimmed, the benches have fresh paint and the playgrounds suggest that it’s a rather tame neighborhood.

Fairly convenient as nobody’s around at this hour. And apparently you still have no idea that you’re being stalked since you so casually walk to the main entrance of your apartment building. Tucking a few strands behind your ear, you start rummaging your purse for the keys.

Dabi takes one last glance around to make sure no one witnesses what he is about to do before he advances you, his nearing dark figure reflecting from the glass door, but you don’t notice until it’s too late. 

He covers your mouth to stifle the obvious scream that tries to emerge. He is swift in his motions and it’s scarily methodical, the way he forces you around and against the wall. You squeal in his hand, but the will to struggle dies down immediately when you see who you’re dealing with.

Dabi brings an index finger to his lips as a sign to keep it down.

“Sshhh..“ he shushes and your panicked cries turn to fearful whines.

“You know who I am?” He asks and the way you hastily nod implies that not only do you know who he is, you’re also very aware of what he’s capable of.

He chuckles breathlessly, “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt a pretty little thing like you,“ he convinces, which makes the distressed look in your glossy eyes calm down a little. 

Dabi uses his thumb to wipe away a few tears from your cheek, “I have a task for you.“

***

It’s the next day’s evening when Shigaraki steps out from the public showers, wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt. He scrubs his moist hair with a towel before swinging it on his shoulder. He ponders what to do for the night, blissfully unaware that a certain someone has already made plans for him. 

As he lifts his crimson eyes, he notices Dabi standing beside his door. Shigaraki huffs a gruff sigh, assuming that the grin on his stapled face means he has done something that would irritate him. Odds of that happening increases as he realizes Dabi hasn’t been at the base since the day before yesterday. 

“This better be important,“ he blurts out.

Dabi chuckles, “Have I ever bothered you with anything that wasn’t?” He asks and while receiving a questioning glare from his comrade, he places a hand on the door handle, “Besides, I think you’ll find this very interesting,” he says eerily and opens the door for him.

Shigaraki raises an eyebrow and wonders whether he even wants to know. Nonetheless, he enters his room only to have the irritation replaced with shock as he notices you on his bed with your arms tied behind your back. 

“...Y/N?” He asks rather horrified.

“..Tomura?“ 

“Surprise,” Dabi enters the room and closes the door while his villain comrade turns immediately to him. 

“What the fuck Dabi! We don’t abduct people!” Shigaraki shouts, but Dabi only shrugs dismissively. 

“Sure we do,” he replies carefreely, referring to a certain incident with the UA students. 

Shigaraki grits his teeth, “We don’t abduct women!”

“Now we do.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” The silver blond curses and walks to untie your hands, “I’m so sorry about this, Y/N,” he mumbles, embarrassed and unsure what else he should say.

“T-that’s ok–” 

“Relax, I told her she’d be meeting you,” Dabi says dismissively while wearing that same lazy grin, “I was even kind enough to let the lady freshen herself up before bringing her here,” he adds while stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Shigaraki frees your hands and gets up in an agitated manner, “What the fuck were you thinking?!“ 

“Consider this as an act of encouragement.” Dabi explains calmly, his grinning demeanor unfaltering.

“How fucking delusional are you? She’s never gonna want to have anything to do with me, because you abducted her!”

“You see how short her skirt is? That’s what she chose to wear after hearing she’d be meeting you,” Dabi smirks. 

You listen curiously at their conversation, which they have like you weren’t in the room. It soon becomes clear to you that Dabi brought you here to have sex with Tomura and apparently it’d be his first time. But rather than being frightened, you’re actually intrigued because as a matter of fact, you had hoped for some time that he would show some interest in you.

You swallow thickly, “U-umm..” Hearing your voice, Shigaraki and Dabi both turn their attention to you.

You show them a bashful smile, “Tomura.. I’d be happy to be your first..“ 

At first they both look at you a little baffled, but then Dabi punches his comrade on the shoulder, “See, I fucking told you!”

Shigaraki ignores Dabi and stares at you in disbelief, “..Are you sure?” He asks.

“Mhmm..“ you nod with a coy smile.

The silver blond is still a little flabbergasted, but then Dabi already comments, “Well, this has been lovely. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna leave you kids for some fun time,” he steps towards the door when Shigaraki turns to him.

“...Dabi.”

“Yes?” He glances over his shoulder at his friend who seems to hesitate for some reason.

“Just– wait for a fucking second!” Shigaraki blurts out rather annoyed before turning to you with a much softer look.

“I’m sorry, If you don’t mind, I’m gonna have a few words with Dabi in the hall,” you nod and watch as the two villains exit the room. 

You ponder what they are discussing, but luckily the walls turn out to be pretty thin so you hear their voices. Being a little nosy, you carefully press your ear against the wall to hear better. 

“...You don’t understand, I haven’t been preparing for this at all!“

“You’re right, I don’t understand.“

“I mean–!“ There was a small pause as if he was calming himself down, “I want her to feel good, you fucking get what I mean?“

“Oooh. You wanna make sure she cums.“

“Yes–” you hear through gritted teeth, “Now you obviously know what the fuck you’re doing so I have no other choice but to have you tell me.”

“How about I actually show you with her how it’s done? It’d be much easier.“ 

There’s another silence, which is confusing since Dabi seems to be just joking.

“..You think she’d be up to it?“ Shigaraki suddenly asks and your heart jumps.

“Would you be up to it?“ Dabi sounds a little surprised since half of it was indeed a joke. Only a half though.

“If that’s what it takes then fuck yeah.“

“Well, that’s an offer I’m definitely interested in.“

“But! If she doesn’t want to or she shows any signs that she’s uncomfortable then you’ll fuck off.“

“Deal.“

The thought sounds so obscene, but you can’t help the melting of your heart for his genuine will that you can’t say is usual for men. At least for none of your previous boyfriends as none of them had bothered to learn how to properly please you.

The idea suddenly feels exciting, causing a swarm of butterflies to swirl in your belly. You smile and relax yourself on the bed as the two villains join you again.

Shigaraki walks nervously closer to you, but he avoids your gaze while awkwardly scratching the back of his head, “So we– I have a proposition–“

“Yeah, I heard you guys talking,“ you smile slightly amused.

He tenses a little and is unable to respond, but gladly Dabi reacts to his freezing rather quickly as he now leans his elbow on the shoulder of his comrade while showing a wolfish grin.

“So what do ya say, sugar? You down for some fun?“ He asks.

“Sure,“ you reply.

[77dekiru-deactivated20241204]

It’s honestly so upsetting to see that the majority of people just don’t understand that Tomura doesn’t actually get enjoyment from killing people.

Tomura has literally felt so sick to his stomach that he has thrown up when he has killed people before.

The difference between all of the times Tomura has felt physically ill from killing people and all of the times that Tomura has gotten “enjoyment” from it (Tomura doesn’t feel enjoyment, he feels relief.) is that each time the person he killed had hurt him first.

Killing the people that hurt him is just genuinely the only thing that Tomura can think of to get them to finally stop so that they won’t hurt him anymore.

Tenko had originally reached out to his father for help, only for him to be struck by him with a gardening tool… and only then Tenko killed (with purpose) his father to stop him from hurting him again:

Tomura only wanted to kill the two drunk men after they had hurt him for literally just walking down the street:

Tomura wanting to kill the heroes that had hurt him (with the intention of killing him):

Tomura still doesn’t get enjoyment from killing people who hurt him, but he does experience relief from it…

((Edit: I would just like to clarify that the relief that Tomura feels from killing people that hurt him comes from knowing that they can’t hurt him anymore (relief that he is safe, even if temporarily) It does not come from him getting rid of the “itch” that he experiences (it always comes back, even after killing), like AFO groomed him into believing. I saw someone add that in the tags, and I realized that I never fully explained my thoughts on it. LOL.))

Not to mention, Tomura was literally GROOMED by All For One (which is something that people just like to ignore for some reason…) to even have this desire to kill people in the first place.

And even then Tomura doesn’t have the desire to kill people in the way that AFO wants!

His want for destruction stems from his inherent empathy for others, and his inability to understand how people are able to ignore the suffering of others. Not what All For One has groomed him into believing. (That Tomura’s want for destruction is an impulse that’s something inherent to him.)

Tomura has continued to have empathy for others despite AFO’s grooming, and has showed genuine kindness to the league on many occasions…

All of this is such an important aspect of Tomura’s character and being able to actually understand him, and it’s so disheartening constantly seeing people completely overlook this part of him.

[shiggysimp69]

Okay, I have a new story in the works with multiple chapters. And the first chapter is done so I wanna give a seek peek 🩷. (I won't be posting it until the second chapter is done so I can keep up with it better.)

This is Weird Little Gamer Boy Tomura x Bimbo Reader. Title pending 😅.

Tw: Tomura keeps looking at Reader's boobs.

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Time passed just like that for a while. You invested in your show and Tomura nose deep in his phone. You don't know what distracted you but something caught your attention, making you turn away from the TV. Your gaze fell upon Tomura’s game. The pixelated graphics and effects captivated you in a way you never thought possible. You watched as he skillfully defeated every villain in his way, solved puzzles, and even found secrets. You didn't know games could be so exciting. All the ones you'd seen were so meaningless. Bright and colorful, but there was nothing underneath. They were hollow. This game was made with care and it showed. Before you knew it, you were along for the ride. Your body pressed up against his, attempting to get a better look. The instant you touched him, Tomura mentally froze. His fingers still absentmindedly played along but his brain was reeling. He could feel your plush chest against his arm and your breath on his neck. It was driving him crazy. Your boobs practically spilled out of your top, allowing him to start sneaking glances at your cleavage. Glances eventually turned into stares as his mouth started salivating.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, your acrylic nails digging into his forearm.

“You died!”

Tomura's attention snapped back to his device, the "game over" screen flashing on his phone. A hint of frustration crossed his features but quickly dissipated under your touch.

“Ah, I'm sorry.”

You suddenly realized just how close you'd gotten to him, you releasing his arm and scooting away from him. Everything felt cold after that. Once he learned how good it felt to be held by you, he was hooked. It was like someone pulled a blanket off of him or turned on a light in a dark room. That desperate need for comfort to be restored as soon as possible. He needed you against him, under him, in him. He never felt like this before. Even in his loneliest moments. None compared to this, this wasn't loneliness. It was much, much deeper than that.

“It's okay.”

Tomura bit his lip.

“...You can watch.”

Your eyes lit up.

“Really!?” You asked, turning towards him. You leaned forward, pressing your palms down against the couch. He once again had a clear shot of your tits. He licked his lips.

“Yeah.”

You squealed, scooting back next to him.

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