Asks are accepted and appreciated, and so is any feedback or constructive criticism. I wanna get good at my writing so, let it rip! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This page is dedicated to Bat-electicwolfbouquet-love, who gave me the inspiration and courage to start writing myself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shigaraki startled, jumping slightly in his chair as he immediately paused his game and took off his headphones.
He looked at you cautiously, as if confused by your choice of words. As if there was some obvious double meaning to what you just said that you hadnât realized.
âO-ok.â He said. âWhere are you going?â
You just chuckled at his innocence, a harsh, belittling, non-genuine chuckle as you tilted your head to the side.
âNo Tomura.â You started, taking on a teasing tone as you stared at him with a wide, devious smile. âIâm leaving you. Iâm going somewhere that isnât near you. Itâs over, weâre done.â
Tomura almost couldnât comprehend what you were saying, the room filled with tense silence as he tried to piece together reality.
His eyes watered, his game controller collapsing to the floor forgotten. âWhat are-what are you saying? What⊠why-â
You chuckled again, confidently sauntering over to him as you grabbed his chin, relishing the look on his face. He looked like a kicked puppy. âCmon, did you really think I could love you? A creepy, pervy freak with a kill count higher than his intelligence? Youâre not that stupid are you?â
Tears clumped in his eyes but he still said nothing, looking you in the face as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. This was all happening so fast!! So-so out of the blue!!
This is a joke right? This has to be a joke, albeit a messed up one. I mean, you two had spent the last night feeding chicken nuggets to each other, playing Mario kart and 69ing until you both passed out from exhaustion. Thereâs no way you can just say you never loved him after you-
âIâm not joking Tomura.â You laughed, roughly letting go of his face after seeing the last glint of hope extinguished. âLast night? That was just my way of building you up so that youâd hurt all the more when I knock you down. How does it feel? Hmmm? You fucking rat bastard?â
Still, he said nothing. Tears finally fell from his eyes, wetting his cheeks as he looked at you in utter betrayal. You couldnât believe it. He-he thought heâd finally learned how to love again. How to-how to be loved. He-he thought, he-
He sobbed, letting out a horrible wail of sorrow as he bunched his hair into his fists, pulling at his scalp as a tsunami of despair consumed him. He dropped to his knees, tears dripping from his face and splattering on the floor as he looked at you for what could be the last time. You were smirking, utterly amused.
You let out a little âhmphâ in satisfaction of his disheveled state, before turning around of your heel and trying to leave. His hand stopped you, forcefully grabbing your wrist.
âWaitâ, he said, rising from his knees and looking at you desperately. âI-I-need⊠I need jusâ one last kiss⊠before you leave. I-just-just⊠one last time. Please.â
You struggled in his grasp, clawing at his hand as he yanked you towards him.
âGET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME ASSHOLE!!!â You yelled, doing a full body struggle as he overwhelmed you with his strength, and although he said âpleaseâ, he made it clear he wasnât going to let you go without this last goodbye.
Against your wishes, you then found your lips pressed against his, his other hand on the back of your head keeping you still. He could feel his tears and snot rubbing onto your face but he didnât care, continuing to sob as you retched against his lips.
His tongue invaded your mouth, sucking your tongue into his as he savored your taste for one last time. You tasted⊠you tasted⊠weird. Like, bad weird. Unfamiliar and sour. He let out a little grunt in confusion, his brows furrowing as he tried to wrap his head around your unusual taste. What�
Just then the door to his room flew open and he immediately ripped himself off of your lips in shock. There in the doorway was a panicked Toga and⊠you?
His eyebrows furrowed again in confusion, looking back and forth between the you in the doorway and the you in his hands. One had her hands covering her mouth, eyes watering as she met his confused gaze while the other tried to spit his residue out of her mouth, gagging.
Just then Toga ran over, slashing her out of his hands with her knife while you, the real you, ran over as well and held his face in your hands, wiping away his tears. âAre you alright?â You muttered, but Tomura didnât reply.
You had been struggling to get out of your restraints when you heard his anguished cries, Toga finally finding you in the closet and freeing you before you both went to help Tomura. When you opened the door you were shocked to see him kissing another version of you, but even more shocked to see the tears flowing down his face. Tomura never cried. God, what did that bitch do to him?
Toga interrupted you two, manhandling the hero who had dropped her disguise in the fight and now had her wrists pressed against her throat as she gasped for air. âIâll take care of her. Looks like you two have some catching up to do.â Toga said, before forcing the bitch out of their room and closing the door, a blood curdling scream that slowly got quieter following as Toga dragged her off towards the door.
You could both hear Toga yell âHey guys! âGot a new toy to play with!â To which Dabi replied with âAw hell yeah!â Before the bitch heroâs screams quickly filled the air.
Tomura held the hand that rested against his face, tears still flowing freely down his face.
âOh my god Iâm so, SO sorry baby this-this bitch, she surprised me and tied me up in the closet and turned into me and-and oh my god what did she do to you baby are you alright?â
He still didnât answer, opening his mouth to speak but only letting out gasping breaths as he broke down, trembling violently. Sure, he was relieved to know what fake you had said was a lie, but like waking up from an especially horrible nightmare, it did little to soothe him as he tried to calm down.
Youâve never seen him so vulnerable⊠how the hell did she even manage to do this? Like you said, youâve never even seen a single tear fall down his face before, what could she have possibly have done to him?
Finally, he was able to find his voice, and you watched as he opened his mouth yet again and meekly said âh-h-h-hold meâŠâ
You felt your own tears gathering as you pulled him in for a big hug, running your hands up his back as he cried into your shoulder.
He spoke again. âC-cuddle me.â You both flopped down onto his bed, you taking over as the big spoon as you felt his legs wrap around your hip.
âP-p-pet my hair.â Your hand lifted from his back and took his pearly locks between your fingers, gently combing through his blue curls as his sobbing simmered down into sad little sniffles and he began calming down.
After a minute of soothing, he finally looked up at you, eyes red and puffy and clearly tired as he asked one final request. âTell me you love me.â
You offered a sad smile, pulling his face back into your chest as you continued to pet his hair. âI love you more than words could ever describe Tomura. I love you and I need you like I need air, youâre the light of my life and Iâd just die without you.â
He sighed, his trembling finally ending as he placed trust in your words. âI will never, ever leave your side I promise you that, even if I die Iâll still be right there with you. I love you that damn much baby.â
He nodded, emotionally exhausted as he melted into your touch, his eyes sore and weary as they fought to stay open. âI love you so damn much too y/n. I-I love you so much.â He croaked, and you kissed him on his head as the two of you let each others warm embrace, and the melodic sound of the heroes wails in pain drift you both off to sleep.
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Aftermath:
After a quick nap you and Shigaraki went downstairs to find the hero tied up like you were in the same ropes as the league all took turns enacting their revenge upon her. After watching them torture her for a bit, you two headed back up to his room with some microwaved comfort food, feeding each other once more before you helped him forget her taste by kissing him deeply, just how he liked it.
He couldnât even begin to describe the relief he felt when he was met by your oh so familiar flavor, helping him rest assured that you were, really, the real you. Then you helped him forget all about her, forget everything but the immense pleasure you were giving him as you bounced on cock, singing his praises as this time, he cried in happiness.
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Iâve had this in my queue for a while now, so I decided to post it now because I like it, and Iâm not feeling like writing anything else for a lil bit. Iâm still working on those Tenko asks though, donât worry
Would you possibly be up for writing some smut with a trans Tenko? Like the reader scissoring him until heâs clawing at the readers thighs absentmindedly, all sloppy and wet from being ground down onâ€ïžâ€ïž
âSo this is why we havenât gone all the way.â You mused, your eyes, red from tears, now wide in amusement. He looked away from you in shame, uncomfortably shifting as you held his hips firmly, not letting him leave.
You wept before, not being able to repress your feelings and bursting in his room. You couldnât understand what was wrong with you, why he refused to take you. You knew he was horny constantly, it was one of the things that you fell in love with him for. How easily he was flustered by just the simplest of teases, blood leaking from his nose whenever he got a peak down your shirt.
But he didnât let you touch him, wincing whenever your hand got too close to his âareaâ. You didnât understand, you were sure heâd be jumping for joy when you first came on to him. But instead he cringed and ran out of the room. Why? What was wrong with you? Why did he keep denying you? Were you not good enough?
Well, seeing you in tears, he finally let you in on the problem, revealing a little secret that he had been carrying with him his whole life. You see, he wasnât a he at all. He was a she.
He explained shakily how sorry he was for lying to you, begging for you to understand. He couldnât lose you, not like this. Please, dear god heâs sorry. He could still make this work.
He was expecting you to be furious with him. For you to slam the door in his face and never be seen by him again.
What he wasnât expecting was for you to be turned on.
âYouâve been a bad boy tenko. Making me feel like I wasnât good enough.â You taunted, your knee currently between his legs, rubbing him through his pants. He sighed, biting his lip as you ground his mound into the mattress.
ââM sorry⊠m really sorry⊠I just⊠I wus nervous. Didnât⊠didnât think youâdâŠ. Mmmhh, youâd-â he stuttered between moans as you unzipped his black jeans, reaching your hand into his boxers and gasping at the warm wetness that coated your hand.
âOh hun⊠youâre so wet! Youâre just a little slut arenât you? Mmm. Looks so tasty. You wouldnât mind if I had a little taste, would you?â
He moaned, hips jerking at your words as he nodded hesitantly, watching starry eyed as you pulled his pants down further. He said this before but, your reaction was completely unexpected. He canât believe youâre ok with it, seemingly more than ok by the way you licked your lips at him. He felt vulnerable under your predatory gaze, looking at him like he was a wounded gazelle you were ready to feast on. And really, he wouldnât have it any other way.
You lowered, giving little kitten licks to his clit as he immediately began clawing at the mattress with a loud keen. Sweat beaded down his forehead as he looked away from you, grinding his teeth. He looked like he was in pain. Judging by how puffy and swollen his clit felt, he probably was.
âFuckâŠâ you muttered, rising and slipping a finger between his folds. It was a goddamn slip ân slide down there. âHow long have you been like this?â
âSince-since the first day⊠ah~, the first date.â He groaned, worrying his lip between his teeth as your thumb moved to tease his clit.
âPoor baby. Mustâve sucked to hold back that long, thinking I wouldnât understand.â
He was getting a little teary at the memory, but he couldnât deny the truth in that statement. It was painful for him to push you away whenever you grinded on him, fearing his lack of a boner would be a dead give away something was wrong. Most likely, youâd assume he was either not into you, or that he was small, both options that couldâve lead you to leave him. And thatâs not even mentioning what he thought youâd do when you found out the truth. So for the longest time, he had to deprive himself of his desires, which felt like it was killing him from the inside.
But nows not the time to think about that stuff. So, he just nodded in response while you teased his clit.
Suddenly, you grabbed him by his hips and dragged him closer, before climbing onto his chest, turning around, bending over and then resuming your work on his cute little bead.
When his eyes refocused from the shock, he was met with, by far, the greatest view heâs ever seen in his damn life. One that actually made him drool a little without noticing. Your pussy and ass, all of it on display for him just inches from his face.
You didnât stop working his clit, even when you could feel his pulse quicken as he took in your majesty, causing him to cum all over your fingers to quickly for you to stop him. He couldnât help it, he was just too turned on.
You slapped him right on his puss, making him moan in shock. âNaughty boy, cumming without permission. You know, I was gonna do something reaaal special but now I donât think you deserve it.â
Tenko wasnât listening, not really, he couldnât listen to anything but the rapid beating of his heart as he watched your hole twitch just an inch from his face. He licked his lips, losing his patience.
âMaybe if you work me a little bit, Iâll have half a mind to forgive-â
It was just coincidence your words matched his actions, as not being able to contain himself any longer he buried his face into the wet, hot rose blossom presented to him. You squealed, his tongue messy and enthusiastic as he felt everything up that he physically could.
You giggled in delight, scooting back a little and really giving him access to your privates. As promised, without another word you pulled his folds apart and plunged two fingers into him.
He screeched, his tongue faltering for a moment as you set an intense pace. Then he was moaning, his hips jerking under your chest and almost throwing you off of him. You stabilized yourself before returning the pleasure he was giving you, reaching over and taking his clit in your mouth as you fingered him harshly.
His fingers clawed into the flesh he was holding against his face from the intensity, no doubt leaving crescent shaped indents in your thighs. But you kept going, even beginning to scissor him as tongue buried itself into you.
It was hard to focus, the way heâd moan back whenever you did, his little gasps against your clit. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.
It wasnât long before he was spilling over, the pleasure and his overall arousal being too much for him in an embarrassingly short amount of time. You felt his hole tighten around your fingers like a ziptie if just for a moment, the rim quivering as he moaned out in ecstasy.
Then, of course, all good things had to end, and eventually his suffocating hole released your fingers, his clenching now paired with his heartbeat.
You werenât upset though. Instead, you cackled while gazing back at his embarrassed tomato red face. ââHad a feeling youâd be a premature ejaculator.â
His eyebrows furrowed defensively. âW-what? What does that mean?â
You rolled your eyes playfully. âCmon. A gamer guy who spends all his time in his room playing video games and humping his hand to 2d girls. The same guy, who, on several occasions got an actual nose bleed from seeing me bend over to pick something up.â
He grumbled, looking away in shame masked by frustration. He couldnât deny the truth in that statement. Even he figured his first time would go a little something like this if he ever got a chance with a real-life girl. Not to mention⊠you.
Seeing his attitude drop, you turned around on top of him and cuddled into his chest. âHey ten, cmon. Iâm just teasinâ. I seriously donât mind⊠Iâm just glad you got to feel good. We can do it again if you want, whenever youâre ready.â
He smiled softly at you, gratefully even, and you could tell your words genuinely touched him. But then he frowned, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he didnât drop his gaze. Your face dropped as well. He appeared to be in melancholy.
âAre you gonna leave me⊠after this?â He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. He looked off from you, not being able to meet your gaze any longer as he waited anxiously for your reply.
âHoney no of course not!⊠I donât care about that. I already told you itâs ok if youâre fast. Heh, you know, as long as I get m-â
âNot that!â He whisper yelled, glaring at you before his eyes drifted from yours again timidly. âI mean yes, âthatâ but⊠what about the other thing?â
âOhâŠâ you replied. âWell, I donât care about that either.â
You grabbed his chin and pulled his face towards you, before gently cradling his face in your hands. âYouâre a guy if youâre a guy. Simple as that. Are you a guy, Tenko?â
He grumbled again. You chuckled, kissing his nose before poking him a little in the cheek. You could swear you could see him forcing back a smile, his lips twitching upwards a little. âCmon.â You goaded. âAre you a guy or not?â
âI-Iâm a guyâ he mumbled.
âWell then there you go. Youâre a guy. And nothings gonna change that in my eyes. And frankly I think youâre pretty damn handsome even without a cock.â
He scoffed at that, but this time you could tell it was more playful. He smirked. âNo you donât...â
You scoffed back, turning around and leaning back on your hands placed next to his knees. You spread your legs infront of his face.
âSee how wet I am Tenko?â You asked, two fingers dipping down and gathering strands of your wetness before his face. âThatâs what you do to me. Never been that damn horny in my life. All cause of you-â
His face, once finally paling back to a natural hue, flushed red again. â-pretty boy~.â You finished your thought with a wink.
He was panting again, looking at your wetness with extreme hunger. Then he was looking up to you with such fierce determination you almost wanted to shy away from him.
âGot to taste you earlier⊠didnât get to taste your cum though. I want the full experience. Give it to me, please.â He demanded, still offering you the dominant role by allowing you to allow it.
You smirked, before rising and covering his face with your puss properly. You grabbed onto the bed rails, both knees planted firmly at his temple as you lowered onto his mouth. âThen be quick about it. I wanna try you next.â
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Ok been a full two weeks since this was asked but⊠shut up.
All in all this was fun thought. Thanks for the great ask!
A douchey frat guy tries to hit on Y/N, only for her to shoot him down. But heâs PERSISTENT. Y/N tries to avoid him until she meets up with Tenko. Ylthe frat guy is SHOCKED that a babe like Y/N is with a âcreepâ like Tenko Shimura! He tries to convince her to ditch him, until she finally snaps. Instead of tearing the douche a new asshole, she makes her point by aggressively making out with Tenko instead
âWell arenât you a pretty little thing?â Some frat idiot slurred into your ear, way too close for comfort. You jerked back, turning around in an instant and seeing this guy whoâs obviously trying to look sexy. He had a toothpick in his mouth, a surprisingly well maintained soul patch and some messy slicked back hair.
If you were any other girl, youâre sure youâd be at least a little intrigued. Maybe even attracted. But nah, he picked the worst target for flirts at the party.
âThanks.â You replied apathetically, pointedly looking away from him and back at the busy bartender of the frat house. Your face was blank, your eyes wandering far from him, obviously not interested. Regardless, he persevered.
âSâ anyways, the other day I saw the stupid retro arcade game in the common area. I donât usually play that stuff, yâknow, itâs kinda for nerds. But-â he glanced down at your phone, seeing the background having the same characters from the game. âSomething tells me you dabble in it.â He continued.
âAnyways I got like, 20,000 points or whatever on my first try.â He boasted, and you had to stop yourself from laughing. Seriously? 20k? This guys trying to brag about a measly 20k? Tenko could get that with his eyes closed. Speaking of whichâŠ
âHey y/n?!â You turned your head, searching for the speaker before your eyes landed on the makeshift bouncer at the door. Behind him, a disgruntled Tenko with his arms crossed. âHe-yeah, Shimura over here says you invited him?â He chuckled in disbelief.
You held your forehead, shaking your head in dismay. Of course he wouldnât be let in, damn it, why didnât you think of that? He mustâve been waiting for you there for ages. Poor baby, you canât believe you were so careless after all youâre begging for him to come.
Taking your head shaking as an answer, the bouncer turned back to Tenko, crossing his arms as well. âAlright, nice try man. Go home and⊠sniff panties or something I donât know, pervert.â Even from the distance, you could see the hurt in tenkos eyes as he stared at you, utterly betrayed.
No. NO! You didnât mean that-
âUgh, whatâs that guy doing here? Saying he knows you? What a creep. What say you I go over there and-â
The show-off next to you proposed, but you were already gone, hopped off your seat and dashing towards your sweet baby before the door closed. You yanked it open just in time and cried âYes! Yes oh my god yes I invited him here babe Iâm so sorry!â
Tenko let out a sigh of relief, smiling a little as you pulled him inside gently by the arm. You guided him to the bar where you were originally sitting, all the while gushing apologies.
âI promise babe Iâll make it up to you. Here, I got us some drinks coming it should only be a little bit.â You told him, taking your seat as Tenko took his. He just grunted in response, returning to the aloof brick wall he always became in public. (It just made the intimate moments with him in private where he practically melts under your praise all the sweeter)
The frat guy cleared his breath, taken off guard a bit, then after clearing his throat awkwardly, continued. âYeah, uh, nice friend there, heh. Um⊠so, anyways, you wanna make my night and come to my place after this for some âcoffeeâ.â He actually did air quotes for the âcoffeeâ, being so unbelievably subtle.
Tenko stiffened at this, staring at you in an almost begging way as his tear-jerkingly vulnerable eyes just dared you to pretend you didnât know him again. They dared you to confirm his insecurities.
You scoffed, taking Tenkos hand in yours and showing it to the guy. âYeah, no thanks. Iâm taken.â In synchronize, the man frowned as Tenko smiled, his fears put to rest as you pressed a kiss to his forehead.
The man guffawed un-genuinely. âWhat? This creep? Seriously? You know he steals girls underwear right?-â
ânot provenâ Tenko grumbled.
â-right, sure, ânot provenâ. Seriously doll, whatâs he got that I donât!â
âWell, for one thing, deodorant.â You snapped.
Tenko cackled at that, and the guy fumed. Before losing his cool, he calmed himself under a blanket of delusion. âWhatever. Yâknow what? âBet this is all a set up. Yeah, bet you paid him or something so you could play hard to get. The bits over babe, heh, you canât seriously believe someone like you, would be hanging around with someone like that instead of me.â
Now it was your turn to fume. You saw Tenkos lean muscles tense under his shirt, and his mouth opening as he was about to defend your relationship, but you beat him to the punch. In one swift movement, you made the other man speechless as when you grabbed Tenko by the back of his head and pulled him to you, messily colliding your lips.
He let out a muffled yelp of surprise, grabbing onto your shoulders instinctively as you moved into his lap for better access. You sucked on his tongue before infiltrating his mouth with yours, making him moan and his eye lids droop in pleasure.
The rude fellows jaw dropped, along with those around him at the scene. You were sure to go the extra mile in showing them just how much you loved your Ten-ten, theatrically grabbing his hair and pulling his head back, showing off the fresh hickies on his neck amongst all the scars. The deep purple bruises stuck out like a sore thumb.
âHoly shit!â One of the spectators hollered. âFucking Shimuras getting more action than Davis!â
Ah, so thats his name. Davis. You could tell it was the sleaze-bags name by the way his face flushed red in embarrassment. He grumbled something before distancing himself from the both of you for the rest of the night lest he humiliate himself further.
And when it was over, he carried you home bridal style. You werenât so drunk that you couldnât walk, but you were drunk enough to whine about wanting to be carried home. He didnât really mind, it was a good workout anyways.
And when you both made it home, he tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead and placing a glass of water along with an Advil for when you woke up. Then, he grabbed his lock picking kit and made his way to the old flirty mertyâs house. Davis, right? Yeah, thatâs the one.
But donât worry. He just put an old dog turd on his pillow. A petty, jealous revenge sure, but none the less effective. After all,
Iâm OBSESSED with your creepy Tenko omg. Iâd loooooooove to strap him down to his bed for hours with one of those automatic cock sucker pumps that just completely milks him until nothing else comes out and his eyes roll back and heâs drooling like in his favorite hentais. And maybe some sweet aftercare from the reader after heâs too fucked out to even speak<3. UGHHHHH he gives me cuteness aggression or something I swear I wanna eat him up
âAlright baby, just a little more.â You said, dabbing his forehead sweat with a towel as he jerked around. He was a moaning mess, his eyes rolled back into his head as the machine did its job, not even slowing for a second as he busted another load. You watched the thick white liquid being sucked through a transparent tube, before dripping into the thermos with the rest.
One could argue what you were doing was selfish, using your boyfriends body to make some bucks. But he agreed to it, and by the looks of it he certainly didnât mind. So really whatâs the harm?
You got the idea while having sweet sweet sex with your beloved Tenko. You needed the stress reliever after trying, and failing, to collect enough pocket money for the new limited edition Super Hero Bros game before it went away forever. It wasnât enough, those games were always wicked expensive, and with finals coming up you couldnât give it the attention it needed.
So, of course, you went to your boyfriend for help. You needed his long cock to pound the stressful thoughts out of your brain for a while. So happily, he accepted your invitation to the party between your legs, and began pounding into like there was no tomorrow, like usual.
You noted in your foggy brain how weird his stamina was. Like always, he kept cumming in short sporadic bursts of 2 to 3 minutes, but not even stopping for a second in between. It always left a waterfall of cum flowing out of you by the end, one thatâs a pain in the ass to clean if youâre being honest.
Just think though, all those people with erectile dysfunction and stuff who wanna have kids, meanwhile youâre wasting the breeder of the century by just washing away his cum every time. Hmmm, actually⊠maybe⊠I wonder if?
Afterwards, after the both of you were satisfied to the moon and back, just barely awake you searched up on your phone if you could sell cum. The sperm banks rates immediately showed up and⊠oh man⊠thatâs a lot. And-and thatâs just for one little cup? Tenko could fill those up like a god damn dispenser. Damn, thatâd be like printing your own moneyâŠ..
Which is what led you to the present. Currently, you had Tenko strapped to the bed (the restraints were his idea) spread eagle with one of his old vibrating fleshlights on his spicy boner. You were able to use your engineering classes for knowledge and resources to attach a clear tube to the fleshlight that would collect the sperm and transfer it into one of your thermoses.
Despite him agreeing to this, you felt a little bad about using him like this for a profit, so you decided to make this as fun for him as possible. That, and well, you just like seeing him squirm. So while the expensive hand-less fleshlight did itâs thing, you put his scrawny thighs over your shoulder and just demolished his prostate with your fingers before grabbing his favorite strap on.
You two have been doing this for hours, pushing his body to the limits, and at this point he was reduced into a puddle of tears and âmilkâ. His eyes were rolled back into his head, his face a red mess, his eyes now waterfalls, and his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he screamed for you.
âCâmon babyâ you said, stroking his cheek lovingly before slapping him, making him moan out. âJust one more then weâll stop. You can do it.â Your hips were beginning to buckle, stiff and sore from the constant thrusting but you persevered. You couldnât stop now, not when he was mewling so preciously for you, still moving his hips along with yours and thrusting into the fleshlight like a bitch in heat. Fuck, he was so beautiful like this, you almost wanted to leave him like this and keep him as the work of art he is. But you knew that wasnât possible, so you instead savored every drool filled, eye rolling lustful second with him.
It didnât take long before he let out a hoarse, reedy whine, signaling his closeness. You smirked, beginning to fondle his balls as you milked his body for all its worth. He whines out, his worn body tensing as the last of the cum in his balls is pulled from his cock in a flurry of white hot pleasure. He tries to scream, key word here is try, as only a few spurts of cum come out, the very last of the batch, something you thought youâd never see. You wait until itâs completely traveled into the thermos before you pull out, turning off the powerful vibrator attached to your hips.
It takes a few good tugs to get the pump off him even after itâs turned off, and his cock, now devoid of life to give, falls limp onto his stomach, shrinking slowly back into its dormant state.
You tighten the lid on the thermos before placing it into the freezer in his mini-fridge, right next to the frozen pizza pockets and vodka he keeps in there. Yeah, heâs a little naughty. Then you shoot a quick text scheduling the appointment at the âbankâ before turning your attention to your sweet baby.
Heâs completely drenched in sweat, the bedsheets too, but heâs too exhausted to move. So you grab some wet wipes and wipe him down till heâs passably clean before pulling his boxers back up and collapsing next to him.
You wrapped your arm around his chest, tsking as you felt him tremble. He was crying softly, letting out little hiccups as he tried to calm down. âOh calm down, you big baby.â You said softly.
He didnât look at you, his eyes still glued to the ceiling and exotropiaâd slightly in exhaustion. You got a little worried, only teasing before, so you whispered concernedly âyou doing ok?â
Your head, nestled into his neck, felt his chin bump into it as he gave the faintest of nods making you sigh in relief. You kissed his neck, fretting a little over the texture of the fresh scars, and slapping his shoulder not too hard and scolding him. It was clear from just one glance at his state that no words were going to stick, so you sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of you and promising yourself to punish him in the morning. Maybe some spanking? Yeah, thatâll do it.
You know heâs trying to stay awake a little longer, just for you. You could see his eyes straining as he waited to see if you had anything left to say. And while it was sweet, you knew he desperately needed to rest, so you decided to hit his natural snooze button.
You weaved your fingers in his dark hair poofs, and immediately his eyes fell shut like they were weighed down by rocks. His mouth fell open and the room was filled with soft, but reasonably loud snores. You didnât mind though, not when he has just the cutest snores ever.
You fell asleep, cuddled up to him not too long after that, and when you woke up you were in for a shock. Turns out, dangerous, world ending quirk gene having sperm goes for A LOT. Mostly from people buying it so it doesnât get in the wrong hands. You guys were actually able to get TWO games instead of one. So⊠score!
How hilarious do you guys think a bnha + one piece cross over would be? Like should I try writing it? Obvs Iâm still gonna do the college au tenko stuff but like, I sense potential in this shit
Tenko sat on the toilet seat with his pants up, waiting anxiously yet impatiently for someone to occupy the stall next to his. He stared at the grimy, worn hole in the wall in silence apart from the grinding of his teeth. It was agony waiting like this, just pure agony.
Finally, someone entered, and he heard just for a moment the bustling party going on just outside the door, hooting and hollering erupting from no doubt drunk off their asses frat boys and girls. He heard boots making their way across the cheap linoleum floor until they went into the stall adjacent to him, the footsteps confident and strong. He heard their zipper and the sound of liquid pouring as they, well, did what they came in here for.
Tenko hopped off the toilet, wobbling a little bit as his legs had fallen asleep, before lowering onto his knees infront of the hole in the wall. He licked his lips, waiting for the other male to finish while he quivered nervously, one had subconsciously raising to scratch at his neck. He hasnât done anything like this before, but heâs âthoughtâ about it plenty of times. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system that made him want to go through with it.
In any case, the reality of the situation finally came to him when he heard the stream taper off. He scratched his neck harder as his mind was filled with thoughts going a mile a minute. If he didnât do something, like, now, the other guy will just leave and heâll miss his chance! Cmon, you can do this. This is what you trained for. Just go for it.
He faced the hole and positioned his mouth over it, shaking hand raising and hesitantly knocking three times while he opened his mouth as far as it would go. Tenkos jaw kept relaxing automatically as he waited, mostly out of nervousness but he continued to force it open anyways. The other guy responded to the knocks with a confused hum, expecting an answer, but Tenko tried his best to let his awaiting mouth do the talking.
He couldnât see but he heard the others knees clicking as they presumably squatted down, and Tenko knew they had seen his offering when they let out an amused âooooohâ, followed by chuckling. He stretched his mouth even further as the other rose, his zipper lowering once again and Tenko squeezed his eyes shut.
Last minute thoughts flashed through his eyes almost making him pull back but he stayed put. He remembered last minute all the things he had read the night before, all the videos he had seen on this exact topic that showed him what to do. He waited, he waited a few agonizing, suspenseful seconds untilâŠ..
Utter bliss.
The first thing that hit him was the taste. Earthy, salty, soulfully addicting. The second was the warmth. It filled his otherwise cool mouth like a drink of hot cocoa during the cold months, a heavenly feeling that immediately put all his nerves at ease. He dared not open his eyes, fully savoring the feeling of his mouth being filled to the brim before he let his lips close around the hot mass and pull.
Immediately Tenko heard the male hiss, both of them shuddering in unison as Tenko began to suckle on the member lodged in his mouth. He wasnât doing much at that moment, just taking a second to savor the weight on his tongue before the other clicked his tongue impatiently and Tenko got to work.
Tenko sunk deeper letting the head rest against his tonsils for a moment before bobbing back, taking in gulping breaths as he heard the other man do the same. Then he sunk down again, his tongue naturally writhing along the underside of his shaft and his cheeks hollowed on their own. He was worried before, but now he sees it was unfounded. His body already knew what to do, had already taken in the lessons he had learned from the certain videos he had watched.
After bobbing for a bit, Tenko withdrew. He took the cock in hand and caressed it against his face, his tongue lolling out and laving over it messily. He just loved the feel of it on his cheek, so damn warm and hard. He licked the shaft from the side before lowering, causing the man on the other end to move closer and give Tenko access to their balls. He kissed them in gratitude before taking them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. They were a little fuzzy, a little wiry, and very musky.
At this point the man on the other end was jerking his hips, and Tenko was able to feel his pulse from the throbbing veins on his cock. The deep pink tip was now an angry red, and Tenko was sure if the other man could touch him heâd have his fingers in Tenkos scalp, pulling him even closer. Tenko shuddered at the thought, deluding himself into thinking that maybe thereâd be time for that later.
After playing with the manâs sack for a bit, Tenko grew bored of that at around the same time the other man had as well. So he moved back to what he was doing before, and with the cock fully against the door he decided to begin deep throating him. He forced himself down on the veiny mast, the head beginning to nudge at the back of his throat, but he persevered. Then, when he was as far down as he could go, his nose tickled by the otherâs pubes, he held himself there.
Tenko heard a loud moan from the man, his twitching mouth being well enough to get him there. He grunted as a warning, thrusting his hips just a little as his legs wobbled. Tenko heeded him and retreated to the tip, sucking harshly as he urged him to finish in his mouth with his mouth. His hands kept busy on his shaft as well, pumping vigorously to replace the stimulation his throat had given. Both efforts were well enough to satisfy the other and beyond, their hips bucking again as they finally let go in his mouth.
Hot jizz shot into tenkos mouth which he accepted enthusiastically, groaning at the taste and sucking greedily as his hands slowed to a more gentle pace. He gulped down the salty fluids with a long moan, the vibrations making the other whine from overstimulation. He kept going until the other was completely dry, even keeping the soft member in his mouth after that and relishing the feeling for as long as he could.
âHeh, damn. What a cum-slut. Perfect little cum dumpster.â The other sighed, finally canting his hips back and retrieving his soft member from the overstimulating, greedy mouth that did what it could to get him to stay.
Tenko wasnât sure why, and was a little embarrassed by the fact that he was genuinely touched by that backhanded compliment. He was a perfect cum dumpster? He blushed at that, wiping his chin as he found comfort int the fact that he was skilled in pleasuring, not just destruction. That the same hands he loathed for their murderous capabilities could also be used to make someone feel good.
Tenko was about to thank him, but he bit his tongue at the last moment, remembering just in time that he couldnât give his identity away. His scratchy, hoarse voice would be a clear indicator, and heâd only serve to turn the happy moments he had just created for the other into ones of disgust. Because he is disgusting, isnât he? Just a disgusting, ugly little creep. I mean, who would even let him near their-
âWe should do this again sometime Tenko.â
That simple, casual remark sent tremors up Tenkos spine. He knew, fuck, he KNEW! Was he mad? He was wasnât he. Damn it, he was sure the glory hole was gonna make it so that no one knew it was him, so his terrible reputation wouldnât follow him and heâd be able to suck some dick in peace. What gave him away?
The man chuckled, now on his knees and making eye contact with Tenko through the glory hole. Through dewed eyes Tenko looked at the man confused, now cowering in the corner and scratching his neck furiously. âWhat? You didnât think I knew? The scratching was a dead give away. No one digs themself like that unless theyâve got lice the size of ping pong balls.â
Tenkos hands stopped, and he looked at them in terrified awe for just a moment. He was beyond confused. If he knew from the beginning, then⊠whyâŠ
âW-whyâd you let me do it?â
Now it was the manâs turn to be confused. âWhat dâya mean? Why wouldnât I let you do it? I, I mean⊠I-â
He began stuttering now, and Tenkos posture relaxed as he saw him look away coyly, rubbing the back of his neck. âIâve had my eyes on you for a w-while now, to be honestâŠ. Guess I couldnât resist when I realized it was you.â
Tenko was sure he was dreaming now. âM-me?!â He yelled, almost furiously.
âYeah. Frankly I should be asking why you let me! Youâre legendary man! I-â he cleared his throat, regaining his composure, before handing a slip of paper to Tenko through the hole. âListen. If you ever find your mouth painfully empty again, Iâd love to help you out.â
Hesitantly, Tenko took the paper, smoothing the crinkled ball and nearly passing out when he saw what was inside. It was a phone number. A holy fucking real ass phone number.
He heard the bathroom door unlocking, and just as the other man was about to leave he stopped, looking at the disheveled twink peeking at him from the barely open stall door. He winked.
âAnd if any other holes of yours are feeling empty too, well, itâd be my pleasure.â
With that, he left, the door slamming shut behind him. Completely sober now, Tenko collapsed into the corner of the stall, staring at the ceiling in awe and clutching the paper tightly to his chest.
No doubt in Tenkos mind, this was the strangest thing to ever happen in that bathroom.
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Ok so, this idea came to me in a dream, no joke, and I knew I just had to write it. I donât wanna toot my own horn but Iâm really proud of this one.
Readers choice but in my mind and in the dream the other guy was Touya. But, you know, it can be who ever.
Hope yâall liked it of course, comments and constructive criticism is appreciated, of course.
Warnings: panty sniffing, masturbation, blue balls teasing, sub/dom relationship
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Bound and gagged, Tenko could do nothing as you tore his boxers off of him. This wasnât the first time you handcuffed him to a chair, but admittedly this was still odd to him. Usually youâd give him an idea of what you were going to do. This time, it feels like you were purposefully vague.
All he knew was that he was in trouble. He knew he should have thrown away all the stolen panties when you two got together, he knew that. But⊠old habits are hard to break, and he couldnât help himself from keeping them around just in case. When he walked in and saw you looking at them with disgust, his hiding place found during cleaning, well, he knew he was in for a punishment.
Expecting you to play with his cock, he was surprised when instead you pulled away, flopping down onto the messy bed with his boxers in hand.
Then, well, he could honestly say he was not expecting this at all. He watched as you took his boxers, flipped them inside out and took a big sniff at the crotch. His jaw dropped as much as it could with the gag in place, and he was rendered speechless as he watched you huff the moist fabric like an animal.
When your fingers dipped down into your own panties he nearly lost it, hips jumping and cock bobbing as he struggled against his restraints. Holy fuck that was hot. You giggled at him, stroking your clit as you breathed in his heavenly musk.
He whined, his cock already angry red and aching from neglect. It wasnât hard to give him blue balls, but it was painful. But even so he couldnât stop watching you.
In the back of his mind the previous, seemingly random orders you had given him were starting to making sense. Go for a jog⊠well, I guess that was it. Go for a jog. But he didnât usually do those so, it was still weird for him. It made sense now though, physical activities always magnifying the ripe scent he used to be after. Heâs still after it I mean, but now he gets it straight from the source.
He let out a desperate growl when your tongue poked out from your lips, licking up the precum from his undies like he would slick from girlâs. He was losing control now, hips bucking wildly as he became a victim to his instincts, somehow being fucked dumb despite not even being touched once. He was going feral, so damn turned on that he felt like he would explode if he didnât fuck you in the next 10 seconds.
But alas, the restraints held firm, and he could do naught but sit there and watched as you got yourself off to the scent of him. He watched you soil your panties, licking his lips at the wet spot that blossomed from your privates, and fed up with your teasing, he immediately began begging for his freedom as coherently as he could through his gag.
You just twirled his boxers in your fingers, flinging it at him and hitting him right in the face with them before confidently sauntering over. You removed the gag from his mouth, straddling him on his chair and giggling when you felt just how rock hard you got him. Circling your hips and making him squeal, you whispered in his ear
âSo, how does it feel, big boy? The sniffer becomes the sniff-edâ
Warnings: mommy kink, duh, exhibitionism, dubcon kinda, cum in food
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âHey⊠p-pst, stop it! I mean it⊠s-stohaaah, stop iiit.â Tenko whispered desperately, his thighs quaking as you thumbed his slit. You didnât listen though, no, you just kept driving him crazy while wearing that devious, grinch-like smirk that made him shudder.
You might be asking yourself: whatâs going on? Why did Tenko of all people want you to stop playing with his dick? Well, it all started like maybe ten minutes before this, when you and him were walking past the entrance of the cafeteria on your way to the local game store.
You had insisted the both of you get snacks first, craving one of the chocolate milkshakes that were so heavily advertised around campus, to which he agreed mumbling about getting a panini or something.
You got your shake and joined him at the table he found. It wasnât hard to find him, he was always given a generous amount of elbow room from his frightened peers. Immediately when you took your first sip, you realized something was off. It was just⊠bland. I mean, yeah, it was sweet but⊠thatâs it. Whereâs the bitter in of the chocolate? Whereâs the salty of the⊠I donât know, salt? It just-it should have more to it than just⊠sweet.
You scrunched your eyebrows in disgust, which Tenko noticed almost immediately. He took another bite of his sandwich before softly asking âwas wong? Donâ like id?â
You could just barely make out what he was saying with the full mouth he had. You shrugged. âEh.. itâs fineâŠâ
You swirled the straw around in your drink, watching as the dark chocolate lines swirled and swirls until they faded beyond distinction and you were left with a tan brown surface. Then you took the straw out, watching as the blob of ice cream still one it started to sag in the open air, before placing the tip of your straw on your tongue and letting it fall into your awaiting mouth.
Tenko shifted uncomfortably, and seeing the movement in the corner of your eye you turned slightly to look at him, only to see a familiar blush adorning his features. You smirked, wrapping your tongue around the plastic tube then putting in your mouth and swirling it about. He whimpered. It was quiet, deadly quiet, and if you hadnât been concentrating you would have missed it. But he whimpered.
You smirked, looking down at his lap and seeing what you had suspected. Full mast, just like that. You almost chuckled at the sight, heh, that Tenko and his libido. If you and him were the last ones on the planet heâd have the strength to repopulate the whole world single handedly you suspect. The amount of eager cum in his balls on a daily basis was a marvel of science. Which⊠gave you an idea actually.
With shaking hands, he returned to his sandwich, expecting that to be the end of it. So color him surprised when he felt a familiar hand groping his bulge. You wrapped your fingers around his bulge and stroked him from base to peak like a scammy claw machine continuously failing to pluck a toy from the mass. Or maybe like an octopus expanding and condensing at it swims. No, no the claw machine was a much better analogy. MOVING ON:
He nearly choked as you caressed his bulge, and his eyes darted around anxiously before settling at you, giving a pleading expression as if this wasnât what he wanted. Silly boy, you can hear his panting and see his trembling from here. That, and he knew he could just say the safe word. But he wasnât, was he?
You leaned over to his ear and whispered âMommyâs milkshake is dreadfully bland. What say you help me give it some of your special flavor, hm? Be a good boy for mommy and I might just reward you tonight. Maybe Iâll use some of my special toys ân fill your cute little slutty hole to the brim~.â
His hips jumped at the thought and you chuckled softly. You licked the shell of his ear, making him shudder, before you continued. As you spoke, your fingers became harsher and harsher, now whole handedly squeezing his package and massaging it as he tries his hardest to hold in moans.
He shook his head rapidly, his pitch black curls slapping against his temples as he tried his darnedest to resist your temptations. âN-no!â He whisper yelled in between quiet moans. âNo so-aah~someone wi-will, hah, see-mmn.â
Your hand stopped and he was ashamed how much he missed your movements despite his protests. âIs my Tenko seriously telling mommy no? Thatâs not good boy behavior. No, thatâs not good boy behavior at all. Does mommy really have to punish you so soon?â
He shook his head, biting his lip tightly as you gave him slow, hard presses with your palm. âN-no mommy.â He whispered back. âIâm y-youâre good boy, I promise.â He gasped as your hand sped up again, now reaching for his zipper.
âGood.â You said. Then you were kissing his neck again, watching as his face got redder and redder, sweatier and sweatier. You leaned back to enjoy the sight of him, your little whore trying desperately not to cause a scene, before you leaned back in for one last comment as you reached down his pants, finally pulling his member out.
âBesides. Even if someone did see you, would that really be such a bad thing? Being known as the guy with a ânot giving a fuckâ attitude who gets jerked off in public by his super hot girlfriend? Doesnât sound so bad to me. Cmon, let me be your trophy wife for you.â
He shuddered. Admittedly, when you put it that way, it does sound appealing. Lord knows his reputation is in the crapper as it is, so anything helps.
You were now properly pumping him, your hand going up and down his admittedly long shaft in practiced rhythm. He was oozing pre at this point, making good lube, and the wet slaps that followed were just barely overshadowed by the chitter chatter around you. Every downstroke you were graced with the feeling of his long, wiry pubic hairs tickling your pinky, a welcomed feeling that no doubt would unfortunately make your hand smell musky for the rest of the day.
His hand rose to his mouth, and he began biting his knuckle in the hopes of muffling himself while sinking lower and lower in his crappy plastic chair. You could tell he was getting close, so with one hand you popped the lid off your milkshake and snuck it under the table. His tip hit the rim, a little bit of the cold residue stuck to it making him hiss. But the feeling was soon forgotten as you sped up, licking your lips as you nearly drooled in thirst, thirst for his cum.
âCmon baby. Cum for me. Cum for mommy.â You once again whispered, and he whined out slightly louder than before, eyebrows curved upwards in a pleading expression as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips were rising slightly, and you knew it was only just a moment till-
âN-nyaahah!â
A hot, thick rope of cum shot out of him, landing on your fingers and making you tsk. Your hand slowed to a more gentle pace as you milked him into your cup, whispering praises in his ear as he trembled. Like usual, there was a lot, and you felt as maybe 3 or 4 good ropes hit the walls of the cup before dribbling down into the brownish cream. When he was finished, you tucked his wang back in his boxers and even zipped his pants back up for him, smoothing out the wrinkles and leaving it looking like it hadnât been disturbed.
He was a panting mess, hand dropping from his mouth limply and sweat dripping from his forehead. You, on the other hand, remained casual, popping the lid back on your drink then clicking your tongue at the mess made on your knuckles.
Noticing your dilemma, a peer of yours stopped in his tracks as he walked by, offering you a slightly crumbled napkin to help clean up what he assumed was spilled ice cream. âHere sweetheart.â
Agitated by the pet name, Tenko regained full consciousness, about to show this guy a lesson despite his boneless state before you stopped him, declining and instead opting to lick it off. You turned slightly to Tenko, making eye contact as your tongue followed the white trail on your finger, collecting it and bringing it to your mouth. He inhaled sharply, forgetting everything else as the random guy looked at you both confusedly, but in the end didnât care and just walked off.
With your hand clean and your shake improved, you took a big sip and smiled at the new flavors. Sweet and salty, a little sour, a little bitter, and the nice musky flavor of him. Perfect.
Itâs so good that, well, maybe youâll have to do this again.
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Tada! I did a fic! YayâŠ..
Idk why but lately my motivation has been poopy, so Iâm sorry about that. But I hope yâall liked this. Sorry if I made this a little more âmommyâ than usual hehe.
âHey Gara!â You called from across the room, hands quickly chopping up the unfortunate fruits and vegetables that crossed your path before their remains were added to the curry. âPass me the lime will ya?â
There was no response. You called again. âGara. Lime please?â Still, no response.
Annoyed, you turned around to face him, watching him tap away at his switch while leaning against the door.
âTomura.â
âHmm?â His gaze lifted from the game in gentle confusion. Maybe a tad bit submissively.
âI said could you get me the limes? Theyâre in the fruit bowl right next to you.â
He looked to his left, plucking only the finest lime before gently throwing it to you, which you failed to catch embarrassingly and had to pick up from the floor. The ultimate shame.
âSo you were talking to me then.â Shigaraki stated, and you when rose you gave him an affirmative hum.
âAh. Whyâd you call me âGaraâ though? Sounds like some weird rpg character.â
You shrugged. âIâve been thinking up new nicknames for you. Whatâd you think? Gara? Shi-gara-ki? Eh?â
He snorted. âYou literally took the most unrecognizable part of my name and expected me to understand it. Youâre soâŠsilly.â
You snorted back. âAlright wise guy, if youâre so smart letâs hear your idea. What should I be calling you from now on?â
He wrapped his lanky arms around your waist while you stirred, resting his head on your shoulder affectionately. He whispered âmaster~â in your ear.
You burst out giggling, the wooden spoon you had been using flicking up in your fit, causing little flecks of hot soup to rise up and hit âGaraâ in the face. He winced a little at the stinging sensation, and you apologized. âHaha, sorry sorry!â
He kissed your cheek. âAll good. You can make it up to me later~â
You snarked. âYeah yeah cool your jets horn-dog.â
He sighed amusedly. âAll right, all right. Fine.â Kissing your neck, he finally released you, moving back to his corner and plucking his switch back from the counter and returning to his relaxed stance. You returned to your curry, letting the soft music of his game and the soft clicking of his buttons fill your ears. It was nice, everything. The evening, the quiet lull of it. The love between the two of you that didnât need to be said to be felt.
You counted the fives in your hands, wanting to make sure the little incel kept up his end of the deal. 35 dollars⊠40 dollars⊠45âŠ. Aaaand, 50. Yep, all here.
The materialistic greed you felt helped mask the creeping shame that weighed on your shoulders. God, if your parents knew what they were paying for you to do in college was sex acts for moneyâŠ.
Well, whatever. This isnât so bad, and really itâs something youâd be willing to do for free.
Tenko let out a deep breath, shaking his hands at his sides to prepare himself. His knees wobbled in anticipation, and for a fleeting moment his pitiful state was almost cute.
âYou ready?â You asked, pocketing the money and approaching him. He looked at you, startled like a baby deer being approached by a hungry wolf. It was weird, the whole thing being his idea after all.
âY-yeah. Ready.â
In one fluid moment, you swiftly brought your foot crashing up to his crotch, colliding into his considerable bulge with enough force that you wouldnât be surprised if one of his nuts exploded. You couldâve sworn you heard something crackle.
He shrieked in pain, grabbing his crotch and falling to his knees, hunched over like a little goblin. You smirked, watching as he trembled and hearing his disgusting panting breaths.
Then, surprisingly, he looked back up at you with lustful, tear ridden eyes, his mouth stretched in an unnervingly blissful smile. His face was flushed red and he looked like he was in ecstasy.
âAg⊠agh-â he started, heaving as he tried to force out his words despite his family jewels begging him to stop.
âAgain!â He cried, quite desperately. It made you flinch, completely unexpected in comparison of how people normally feel when theyâre kicked in their no-no square.
Then your smirk grew, and you sauntered over to the pathetic, disheveled pervert you were gracing with your sweet sweet torture.
âAlright.â You sighed. âHereâs a freebieâ
So Iâve been doing a lot of college au tenko stuff lately, and donât get me wrong I love it, but I just wanted to share an idea I had with regular Shig
I feel like for shigs whole life heâs been told what he does is wrong.
âIdiot you canât be a heroâ -his dad
âIdiot you should kill peopleâ -AFO
âIdiot you shouldnât kill people wtf is wrong with youâ -Heroes
âIdiot you canât just kill people you donât like you gotta let them join the leagueâ -Kurogiri
I also feel like this is why Shig was so narcissistic in his gremlin era, cause if no one else was gonna tell him itâs ok to be himself then heâs just gonna have to do it.
So like, I think Shig having a girlfriend that gives him some much needed âatta boy!âs is a good idea.
Like he just comes home exhausted, his muscles ache and heâs beyond frustrated with himself because he just canât live up to his potential. And he flips down onto the bed only for his gf to start stroking his hair lovingly and telling him that heâs so pretty. Heâs a pretty boy, and smart. And his plan was good, and heâll get them eventually because heâs very clever and handsome.
I feel like heâd be really confused and defensive at first, but would slowly accept what theyâre saying. And after a bit of them reassuring him that he is, infact, worthy of praise, heâd be a much better boss and would probably be more successful than canon Tomura.
Idk this is just an idea that Iâve had in my head for a while.
Creepy Tenko asks if Y/N her big titties to give him a titjob?
âYa like em sweetie?â
He nodded against your luscious lobes, his dry skin accidentally catching on your nipples a little and making you squeal. You grabbed his black locks instinctively and tried to hold his head still. The position you left him in had his neck craning up to you, his Addams apple standing out as he gazed into your eyes with such adoration you could swear you just promised him your kidney.
He slobbered over your globes messily, humping the air as he kept eye contact with you all throughout. The sight of his fluttering eyes and his tinted red face you were pressing into your bosom was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. It sent sparks of electricity down your spine, each pathetic whimper he let pass his lips making you moan out along with him.
âMmmhmmmâ he whined. âY-mmy/n⊠I-I wanna⊠I wanna-â you released your hold on his head, letting him swiftly, yet visibly reluctantly, leave the warm embrace your bazongas had given to his face.
âYou wanna what baby?â You smirked down at him in amusement as his mouth opened and closed in desperate attempts to speak, small gasps only escaping for a short amount of time.
âW-wanna⊠wanna⊠wanna get âtit job mistress! Wan-want you to put y-your, mmmnhgaah, your t-t-tits âround my cock ân squeeze âem! Ngaah!â
You chuckled. Look at him, already in euphoria and you werenât even touching him. I guess just the idea and potential opportunity for him was enough to get his cock pulsing painfully.
âOooh, little Ten-Ten wants a tit job? Well, ok! Because youâve been such a good boy-â his cock visibly twitched â-you deserve a little treat. Câmere baby, sit up and let me work my magic~â
He raised up to your level eagerly, but before he could push your breasts down to his waiting cock you grabbed him by the hem of his hoodie and looked at him scornfully.
âBut! If you ever forget to say âpleaseâ again when begging me for help, I promise you there will be punishments. Youâre lucky Iâm letting it slide this time. After all, Iâd think such naughty, perverted losers would know to take what they can get you cocky bastard.â
Your insults were hollow, you both well knew that. And frankly, they werenât even that good. But they still excited you both and had shivers going down his spine as he was reminded of your authority.
He nodded submissively, and you loosened your grip before taking your hand off his shirt completely. Then, while still glaring at him in dominance you lowered your chest into his lap, as he let out a high pitched keen at the feeling of your blissfully warm and soft skin surrounding his cock.
They wrapped around his shaft, placing comfortable weight on his sensitive area like a weighted blanket would, and when you squeezed then together created a perfect little pocket for him to hump. Which he did, quite pathetically might I add.
It felt even better than he ever imagined, and he squealed while balling his bedsheets in his hands, jerking his hips up into your chest with such force his tip kept bumping into your chin.
It didnât take long for him to climax, it never did, but since his dick was still pinned between your breasts, your face took the full impact of his discharge. He held your face up and moaned dramatically, eyes rolling back as he tugged at your hair and drooled in ecstasy. There was, so, so much cum. Again, like usual.
By the end of it, it practically looked like you had had a bowl of ranch dumped on your head. And the feeling of his warm seed drying on your face and the sight of his worn out body collapsing backwards onto your thighs had them rubbing together in excitement.
For your creepy Tenko series I'm totally the type of person to go up to him and try to fact check. Like I would see this guy being bullied get concerned and try to be his friend. Oh boy him dealing with a woman who discovers that he did something that was not his fault as a child and he's been tormented ever since yeah no I would be his friend... Then totally fall for him. You just made him far too precious!
Fact check
College au Tenko
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As usual, people whispered and heckled quietly as he walked by in the halls. It was annoying for sure, but he had to admit, if there was one thing good about being a social pariah itâs that people always clear a path for you. And considering how crowded the halls get, it comes in handy.
So after so many years of not having to watch where he was going, I guess he couldnât be blamed when he bumped into you, falling onto his ass with a âoofâ. There were a few gasps from the audience, stilling and waiting to see if you would melt into a pile of rushed apologies like any normal person.
âWatch it asshole!â
Almost everyone erupted with a chorus of âooooooooâ like they were elementary school kids watching a classmate being taken out into the hall. He rolled his eyes at their exaggeration, picking himself back up and dusting off his pants before turning to you, still expecting an apology or something even though it was clearly his fault.
The friends you were gabbing with all took a step back from you, leaving you to unknowingly face this demon alone.
You recognized him almost immediately, not by his actual appearance but from the way people would describe certain attributes about him. Jet black poofy hair, blood red eyes, cracks and scars littering his face, yep, thatâs the guy. Although you had to admit seeing him in person you realized you had imagined him all wrong. People would describe his features like they were telling a ghost story but in reality he was pretty⊠cute.
âOh, you must be Shimura right? Iâve heard about you, nice to meet you in person.â You stuck your hand out, inviting him for a handshake to which he just raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief. Really? This is a joke right? Youâre asking him for a handshake.
Apathetically, he shook your hand, his unkept fingernails and scratchy skin poking out from under his gloves making you wince a little. His face didnât change from his disbelieving, mildly annoyed grimace, as if he was saying âare you this stupidâ with his eyes.
âSoâŠâ you started, playing with your fingers a little bit. âIs it true you⊠uh⊠killed people. Like thatâs obviously a rumor right?â
He sighed. âWow, straight to the punch huh? Alright, yes, I did kill people. Quite a few. Happy?â
Your face dropped. That was not the answer you were expecting. Before you figured they were just batshit crazy rumors that would make for a good icebreaker you two could laugh about. I mean, thereâs no way any self respecting college would let him in! ButâŠ.
âOh. Oh, my god.â You started, your face turning to an expression more familiar to him. âAnd so, the stuff about you bringing a hand⊠toâŠâ
Before you could finish your sentence he had already brought it out, wiggling the limp grey appendage in front of your face as people gagged and screamed around you, evacuating and giving you two some privacy.
You were utterly speechless. âIâŠbutâŠc-can I ask why? Why youâŠâ
He put father back in his pocket and stuck his pinky finger in his ear, looking away from you disrespectfully as he wiped his eardrums with his nails. âYou have the internet. Just look up âTenko Shimura Killerâ and youâll have all the information you need. Can I go now? I gotta get to class and I donât feel like explaining to the professor how I got caught up in a surprise interrogation.â
Rather rudely, he lightly shoved you out of the way, making you huff. What an asshole! What a rude⊠intriguing asshole. HmmmâŠ
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You werenât expecting so many results to pop up. Whenever normal people search up their names thereâs only like one result, maybe two of youâre lucky, but this guy has to have thousands. News reports, sympathy blogs, theorizers, interviews, so, so many interviews. You were actually able to learn a surprising amount from just a single news article, and found he might not be as black and white as you thought.
Yes, he did kill people. But as you came to found out, it was indisputably accidental, something that, from the rumors youâve heard at the college, has been coming back haunt him for years in the form of unrelenting harassment.
After some digging, you were even able to find a recording of an interrogation he had to go through when he was just a little kid.
(Static buzz + crying)
Cop 1: can you tell us where your family is?
(Silence apart from crying)
Cop 2: Tenko?
Tenko: H-help me⊠please
Cop 2: Thatâs what weâre trying to do bud. We just gotta know if you have any living relatives.
(Crying intensifies)
Tenko: âŠplease, you have to help me⊠Iâm sorry!
Cop 1: sorry for what? I donât have all day shit stain! Now where the hell are your parents?
Cop 2: Jesus Christ Mitch heâs just a little kid!
Cop 1: a little kid whoâs wasted half an hour of our time with his âIâm sorryâs and âhelp meâs. Itâs getting old, and we need answers.
Cop 2: he just doesnât seem to be in the right frame of mind for this. We should call it a night and try it again tomorrow.
Cop 1: like hell we are. Heâs not spending another night at the station. Now tell me kid, where! Are! Your! Parents!
Tenko: I KILLED THEM!!!
(Silence)
Tenko: Iâm so sorry, Iâm sorry I didnât mean to Iâm sorry!
Cop 2: Jesus
(Sound of person vomiting)
Cop 1: oh god fucking damn it.
End of recording.
You went pale hearing this. He sounded young, too young, and you could feel his despairing sobs nearly breaking your heart in two. Holy hell, oh, just oh my god. That poor bastard! How could people say such terrible things about him when heâs already been through so much!
Under the article, you saw a Reddit post titled âTenko Shimura harasses hot student, creep gonna creepâ, in which someone took a picture of your encounter that day, with him waving the hand in your face. The comments, good lord the comments, they just made you cry even harder.
You shut your laptop. It probably wasnât your business to meddle in but you didnât care, you were gonna do what you could to make his life less hellish. Heâs been through enough.
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You waited for him in the halls, this time with your eyes trained on the door as you purposefully stand in what would soon be his way. People almost questioned you, almost, but the fierce look of determination in your eyes and your tense stance told them this was not their fight. Didnât stop them from waiting around in the background though, wanting to see just what youâll do.
You didnât know how, but even though you were looking right at the door he still managed to go unnoticed, seemingly camouflaging himself amongst the other students. You only noticed him when he was just about to pass by you, when his hair fluttered and for just a moment his striking red eyes were visible, seemingly glowing from the dark clothing and hair.
You caught his wrist as he passed, and everyone watching tensed. He turned around immediately muttering âwho the fuck-â before you pulled him in for a hug.
He let out a shocked gasp, struggling in your hold as he thought you were attacking him or something.
âIâm so sorry Tenko, Iâm so sorry you had to go through that.â You whimpered meekly into his chest. He stopped struggling, not having heard that from someone that wasnât a hero in front of a news camera.
He patted your back awkwardly as he felt his hoodie moisten, realizing you were crying on him⊠for him. âThere there?â
He hadnât actually expected you to look him up. Maybe skim a few pictures or scroll through Reddit sure but from the looks of you it seems you did more research than he thought you would.
He held you, beyond confused, as you trembled attached to his chest. A crowd formed around you guys and it wasnât long before some took pictures. He didnât care though, never did. But still, judging on how it looks he can imagine the way theyâll spin it.
After a moment you rose from his chest and tearfully gave him your number in case heâd ever need someone to talk to, which he skeptically accepted. And eventually, on a cold, lonely night he did find himself in a moment of weakness, so he decided to dial you up even though you might just make him feel worse. You didnât, you actually listened without judgement, and after that he didnât feel so reluctant about calling you.
Venting calls turned to causal chats turned to gaming calls, and for once he actually felt like a normal person with normal friends. It struck him that this is what his life could be
Thank you so much! Believe me, thereâs LOTS more to come. I am just swimming in asks that I have failed to do yet and Iâm sorry for giving yâall college au Tenko fics blue balls.
Hiiii I really like your writing and I wanted to ask if you could maybe write something about the reader spending mothers day with College Tenko in their dorm. The reader comes back from the bathroom with red puffy eyes, upset because they donât get to spend Motherâs Day with their mother (Being a college student and all) because theyâre to far in distance but also emotionally distant. Tenko hugs them and tries awkwardly comforting them and accidentally lets slip that his mom is bead because of him. Then the reader tries comforting him as well. Idk but it would really mean a lot <3
College AU Tenko cheering you up on Motherâs Day
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âMom I-â
âOh fuck off!â
A child should never hear that from their mother, especially when itâs directed at them. But clear as crystal your mom continued to curse you out until you felt your eyes dewing with tears. Dammit, dammit dammit dammit.
You know the state you left her in when you went away for college. Terrified, mad, constantly at war with her addiction and the landlord, dirt poor as she used any income she got to drown her insecurities in liquor. You had used your childhood cleaning up after her for the most part, but to say she was a terrible mom would be a lie. Despite everything in her life she⊠she always made sure to show her best side to you. She never struck you, never said anything hurtful despite how much she clearly wanted to, a way to make her small, depressed self feel big for just a moment. But she didnât. Really, under the circumstances she was the best mom she could be.
She had always said college was a scam, and even if it wasnât it was way too expensive. Just some daycare for spoiled brats so they can hurt themselves for a piece of paper, sheâd say. But you always felt different. Youâd always felt passionate in (y/p), and a place where you could really hone your skills, even just a little bit felt like heaven on earth. So you studied hard, worked your darnedest and got your scholarships before sending in your college applications. You got in, and it was the best feeling youâve ever felt.
That was, until your mom found out. To say she was upset was an understatement. In fact, she tried ripping up your approval letters before you shoved her away. Then you two got into a fight where you said you didnât want to end up like her, and without another word you left and never looked back, until now.
Youâd think at-least on Motherâs Day sheâd be just a little more forgiving, or at least affectionate. But here she was, cursing you out in her slurred, obviously drunk voice even though it was quite early in the morning. After a while you couldnât handle it anymore, hanging up without even saying âhappy Motherâs Dayâ.
You weeped, sitting on the toilet with your head in your hands as you cried in the most private place of Tenkos dorm room, his bathroom. (And even then itâs not so private ;) ). Door locked, you were content on riding this out by yourself when you heard the door to his room open.
Tenko walked in, and after previously being introduced to the Heathers musical last night which he absolutely adored, was singing âCandy Storeâ boisterously with a big olâ grin on his face.
Why was he so happy? Well, because he got the new switch game of course. His asshole roommate Dabi is out of town, his favorite food place was having a sale, damn, itâs really shaping up to be a perfect weekend.
That was of course, until he just barely heard you sniffling over the sound of his own singing. He slowly stopped, dropping his things and pressing his ear to the door where he heard you sobbing.
Panic struck him, worried about you as he paced a little, calling out âyou alright babe?â
You didnât answer. You were in no frame of mind to be talking to him so you just hugged your knees on the toilet, crying onto your kneecaps.
He scratched his neck, nervously, wondering what he could do to get you out of there before he got an idea that had his lips curving up in amusement.
He pressed his cheek agains the door and sang â~Veronica, open the-open the door now, Verconica open the door!~â
Your head lifted off your knees, and you walked over to the door. Was he really-
â~Veronica can we not fight anymore please? Can we not fight anymore?~â
You giggled. God, what a dork.
He smiled when he heard you laugh, glad his âplanâ was working.
â~Veronica Iâm sure youâre scared Iâve been there, I can set you freee! Veronica donât make me come in there! IM GONNA COUNT TO THREE!~â
He inhaled like the guy had in the musical, and you imagined he was holding his hand out in a fist like the guy had too.
âOne.â
Your giggling stopped when you realized âwait, is he gonna kick down the door?â
âTwo-fuck it!â
You backed away from the door as you heard him humming, seemingly moving farther away and when his humming came to a climax you braced yourself only to see a little paper slip under the door.
You walked over, picking it up and saw in his crummy handwriting âwhatâs wrongâ with a little crude frowny face under it. You burst out in giggles, finally opening the door where Tenko was standing, relieved he got you out before his face morphed in worry at the sight of yours. Red puffy eyes, pink cheeks, lips trembling slightly.
He pulled you in for a hug, rubbing your back as he tried to calm you down. âWhatâs wrong babe?â He repeated, trying to find out so he can fix it for you, no matter what it takes.
You sighed. âCan we sit on the bed? I needâa talk.â He nodded, lowering carefully with you still in his arms which made him almost trip, but after a short moment he was able to sit down without any trouble.
You looked him in the eyes, taking a deep breath before telling him everything. Your love for your mom, your regret for betraying her, your anguish for her reaction, your grief for her situation. All the while he just listened, not saying a word as he gave you his complete focus, nodding and gasping at appropriate times.
â-And now I just-I donât know what to doâŠâ you finished, looking up at him hopefully, waiting for some insight.
Tenko hummed, patting your shoulder sympathetically, seemingly choosing his next action carefully, then he got up, walking over and picking up a small waste bin before sitting back down with you.
âIâm gonna tell ya some stuff⊠itâs not gonna be easy-â he looked away from you. â-for a number of reasons, but⊠I think ya need to hear it.â
He hugged the waste bin in his lap, before getting up and rummaging around under his bed. His back still to you, he began âI told you my parents died, right?â
You sighed at the reminder, putting your head in your hands. âYes⊠Iâm so sorry.â Damn, youâve been whining and bitching about your own mom to a guy who doesnât even have one anymore. Youâre such an asshole.
Rising, in his hands he held a medium size cardboard box, which written on it in big bubble letters said âPRIVATE! DO NOT OPEN!â
He sat down on the bed with you again, rummaging around in his hoodie pocket this time and pulling out âFatherâ.
âAnd you know about this guy? Father?â
You winced at the sight of it, turning away not wanting to look at the mangled, cold severed limb any longer else you puke. âY-yeah.â If thereâs one thing you couldnât stand about the guy, just one thing, it had to be⊠that.
âWell⊠there uh, thereâs something you should know.â
You could feel yourself becoming lightheaded when he took the lid off the box, wobbling a little in complete shock and disgust at the number of hands that lied inside. Oh⊠my⊠godâŠâŠ thereâs-thereâs more of them! So, much, more!
You nearly fainted by the way the lifeless hands flopped on top one another as he rummaged through the box, before he found what he was looking for and presented a seemingly identical grey hand in front of you.
âThis⊠is my mom.â He paused, before smiling. âSay hi mom!â He waved it at you, giggling, and upon seeing your completely horrified face decided âright, not funny, my bad.â
He took a deep breath, and in that moment you asked âwâŠwhyâŠwhat-Tenko what the hell isâŠ?â
âIâll tell you.â He replied, placing the severed hand in his lap and stroking it absentmindedly with his thumb.
âWhen⊠when I was younger⊠I did something bad. I was a late bloomer in the quirk department, and when it finally came I didnât⊠I didnât know what was going on.â
His eyes dewed with tears, and your attention was drawn away from the box and towards your emotional boyfriend. You placed your hand on his knee reassuringly, and he placed his on yours, thumb now stroking over your warm skin rather than the cold dead flesh of his late mother.
âI killed my dog first. Then my sister came out to apologize for something earlier and⊠and IâŠâ he wiped his eyes. âI killed her too. Then my mom came out and just as she tried to hug me I-Iâ his voice was wavering, and you felt your own tears building from his sad story. Then his stomach gurgled loudly, and he raised a finger to let you know he needed a moment before grabbing the waste bin and hurling in it. You gagged, not being able to handle seeing other people vomit.
His head rose from the rim of the bin, and he panted, wiping his chin with his cuff before continuing. âLong story short⊠I killed them all. My whole family. And the guilt and shame has never left me since even though it wasnât my fault.â
Honestly, he couldâve ended there. It was sad enough and you were already crying there along with him. But to your horror, he kept going.
âThen after like a week of, you know, not having a family or house and having to live on the streets like a stray dog, I was adopted by this guy named All For One. Turns out, uh oh, heâs a serial killer, and at the time he convinced me to be one too. Keep in mind I was like 6, real impressionable. He was able to morph my conscience by using my guilt against me, saying it was the heroes fault not mine. And to make sure I never get over it he turned the remaining bits of my family members into these hand mementos and made me wear them.â
You were both sobbing at this point, hugging each other before he pulled you back from him, wanting to look you in the eyes. âI-Iâm telling you this because I donât want you to end up like me. Please, feel bad and allow yourself to heal however you need to but just remember: itâs not your fault. Itâll be ok, you donât have to go through this alone. Please just, do whatever you need to to move past this. Donât get caught up in the past.â
Your eyes were tearing up again, this time out of the genuine love you felt for this man. He went through so much and he still has so much care and respect for your feelings, god you fucking love him.
You gave him a big olâ kiss on the lips, placing your hand on the back of his head and deepening it when you felt your phone vibrate. It was your mom, she was calling you.
You looked at him in a panic but he looked back in such a reassuring, confident way it was able to ground you. Then, you held his hand and took the call, ending up in another fight with your mom but this time, it didnât hurt so much because he was right there with you, letting you know itâll be alright.
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Alright so I canât say Iâm 100% happy with the ending, but I wanna get this out before the day ends sooooo
I was also pretty busy today so I couldnât proofread so be understanding, I command thee.
Hope yâall had a good Motherâs Day, farewell for now.
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