triggering ennoshitaâs hard daddy dom when youâre acting like a brat. heâs been holding himself back due to the fact that the relationship is fairly new and heâd rather not scare you away, but to the hell with that! you know that ennoshita is more than the level headed physical therapist everyone labels him as. heâs absolutely feral and heâs quick to remind you of such.
Coming home to find Sugawara openly jacking off in the living room as a homemade sextape was playing on the tv. The volume was incredibly loud and you were grateful there was at least twenty feet separating you from your next door neighbors, but even then you werenât sure if they could or could not hear the absolute filth coming from your tv.Â
Quickly, you shut the door so no more of the sound can escape, making your presence known to the school teacher working his member. An angel-like smile was on his face once he tilted his head back, his silver hair splaying across the top of the couch. âLook whose home~â he sang, a breathless sigh leaving his lips.Â
It seemed your mere presence caused another wave of pleasure because he was suddenly letting out one of his gorgeous moans, matching his past self on the tv. Without second thought, you abandoned all your belongings on the little rack by the front door, moving to join your husband in the living space.
His warm brown eyes followed your every movement, his smile never faltering once you neared him. Glancing at the tv, you were met with an up close shot of your pussy, Koushiâs thick cum slowly sliding down your labia from him cumming on you. On any given day, you would have been embarrassed by the sight but you can hear the lovely voice of your husband from the stereo. âLook at how dirty my sweet princess can be. Patient enough to let me cum all over her pussy when I know she wants to be bred by me,â the past Koushi groaned.
You looked at your husband again, reading his smirk too easily. His hips jerked up into his hand once your moans resumed on the tv, Koushi inserting himself back into your quivering pussy despite releasing moments earlier. âWanna help daddy out, lovely? Promise Iâll make it up to you,â he hummed, wrists flicking faster against his cock.
Without much of a fight, you lifted your shirt from your head, leaving your bra strapped around your body in a way you knew he appreciated. The excited gasp that left his lips was a telltale sign itself. He spread his legs a bit wider, dragging his hips forward so that he was resting at the edge of the seat. You wordlessly got onto your knees in front of him, quickly replacing his overworked hands for yours.Â
âI give you permission to use my mouth daddy,â you uttered out, hardly giving him time to process the consent given to him before you wrapped your pretty lips around his pretty dick and got to work.Â
The hand he was using to jerk himself off with was now resting on your cheek, slowing your ministrations so that you could direct your attention to him for a moment. âNever know how I got so lucky with you, Y/N,â he whispered, his lips lightly pressing against your forehead.Â
Even in moments like this, Koushi found a way to make your heart swoon. He never missed a beat. Silently, he rested his upper back against the couch, his free hand now resting behind his head while his other moved from your cheek to tangle in your hair.Â
âNow go ahead and give daddy a good suck while I listen to your pretty moans, yeah?~â
Synopsis: The boys miraculously come across the porn you were watching on your phone. Surprisingly enough, they are also are into what you previously were watching.
Warnings: 18+ only, mentions of sex
A/N: I didnât specify the type of porn just because everyone is different and I sometimes donât kink shame! Also, this thought came to me while I was taking a break from my history paper so letâs see how horny I was. ALSO, STOP SUPPORTING PORNHUB AND XVIDEOS.Â
Also rich boy Kyou who fights and curses like a sailor??? Open-friendship with Bokuto??? Are these guys even in character???!
Bokuto Koutarou
âą Iâd like to preface this by saying, I donât think Bokuto is the type to freak out that you watch porn. He does it (while pretty often compared to most), so why shouldnât you? Itâs not limited to one gender at all, but the thing that got him the most was the type of content you were consuming.
âą The two of you were hanging out at your apartment, lazing around on a particularly hot summer day. You were grabbing your third glass of ice cold water for the two of you when Bokuto thought itâd be a good idea to get some food because he was starting to get hungry.
âą âLetâs order something. Iâm hungry,â he announced to you from the kitchen and you were quick to respond with a sound of approval. Happily, he reached for your phone that was on the coffee table, typing in the passcode as he remembered it. When he saw the little lock symbol unlock, he swiped up on your phone and nearly choked on his own spit.
âą Staring right in his face was a paused porn video that was close to its end. The title of the video was rather descriptive and he could make out the clear image of the participants in the video, easily lost in their pleasure.Â
âą Bokuto blushed heavily and quickly switched off from your private browser to your normal tabs before switching to one of your many food delivery apps on your phone. âFound anything?â you asked when you returned to your living room, placing both glasses on the coasters the two of you were using before.
Synopsis: In which your nights with Hinata are filled with anything but sleep.
Warnings: Just tooth-rotting fluff.
A/N: It feels right that my first post on this tumblr is of Hinata!
How were you two awake right now? You had no clue. All you remember is your eyes randomly opening in the middle of the night, feeling your boyfriend rub the midsection of your back gently. The action itself shouldnât have woken you up at all considering how light his touch was, but when your sleep filled eyes were filled with the warm chocolate ones of your boyfriendâs, you were suddenly not in the mood to complain.
Thinking of pro-hero!sub!Kiri finally getting the opportunity to join you and Bakugo one night in the bedroom. Heâs been pining over the two of you ever since high school and has had his own personal interactions with the two of you.
best friend mattsun giving you the best head youâve ever seen in your life after being deprived of an orgasm for months.
âi-issei, please!â you whined, breathing heavy as you gripped the top of his head in an attempt to push him away but he simply would not budge! the tip of his tongue continued to prod and poke at your overwhelmed clit while he had two fingers plunged deep inside your walls. his long fingers moved expertly in and out of you, sinking them all the day in until he was at the third knuckle. he was barely giving you time to breathe.
he only chuckled against your pussy, loving the way your body jolted against his face. âoh- issei! i-i canât. please please please,â you whined softly, back arching off the bed once his fingers curled deliciously against your walls. the blunt ends of his fingers rubbing against the one spot that constantly made you see stars.Â
âcome on pretty girl, you can give me one more. thatâs all iâm asking from you, gorgeous,â he encouraged, lifting his head from your clit to place loving kisses on your pelvis and your inner thighs. âyou got this. make me proud,â he mumbled against the fat of your thigh, sinking his teeth gently into your flesh and it effectively pulling a gasp from you. with the intense sensation coming from your lower half, you momentarily forgot about the pain of having to cum again. instead you were quickly reminded how good issei was with his fingers, noting how much bigger and longer they are compared to yours. they can touch the spots you hardly could ever reach with your own fingers and he quite honestly puts your toys to shame.
by this time, your whines and cries were replaced with broken moans of his name and you stopped pushing at his head. more praise left isseiâs lips as he continued to deliver sensual kisses against your quivering thighs while he secretly slipped in a third finger past your walls. normally, two was the max you could take of his thick digits but you were being oh so good to him, he could not resist. with a couple more sloppy thrusts of his fingers, he pressed the back of his hand against your clit and that seemed to be enough.Â
the action seemed to please your body in that it sent you to your third orgasm for the night. issei stopped his ministrations so that you can fuck yourself on your fingers, and that you did. he groaned at the sight of your juices gushing out of your gaping hole, effectively staining his fingers and the bed underneath the two of you.Â
âso good for me,â he whispered, leaning down to kiss your quaking thighs. his kisses slowly travelled higher and higher up your naked body until he reached your face. he was taking the time to look at your fucked out expression, noting how your eyes were blown out with a couple of dried tears sliding from the corners and your mouth was open, a line a drool slipping past your bottom lip.
âyou feeling okay?â he asked gently as he lifted his hand to wipe off all this liquid from your face. with a quick nod, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling up down for a kiss or two.
âthank you issei,â you sighed against his lips. to say you needed this relief was an underastatement. youâve been struggling to orgasm for a while and with all the pent up feelings with work and school and other personal life information backed up, it brought you to calling the one man you trusted with eating your pussy out like that.
âitâs your turn, big boy,â you mumbled softly.
âyou sure? cause i donât think you can handle what else i wanna do to you tonight,â he chuckled softly, pulling away from your lips to press a gentle kiss against your jawline and your neck. âi-i can,â you protested, unable to hide the gasp that left your lips when he ground his hardened erectection against your clothed pussy.
âwanna rethink that?â he asked from your neck.
with a hushed whimper, you wrapped your legs around his waist and you continued to grind your bare busy against his clothed front. âplease, i want to cum again tonight. iâll be good for you, i promise.â you pleaded, tilting your head when he lifted away from your neck to look at you. any hints of playfulness were gone and were instead replaced with something much more dark.
âin that case, i better hear no complaints tonight.â
Pairing: Tanaka x fem!Reader
Synopsis: In which you become infatuated with your boyfriendâs dumb decision to get knuckle tattoos during a drunken escapade.
Warnings: Does get dorty towards the end, reader has a dirty mind, cursing, masterbation, reader has a hand kink (developed one???), YATTED RYU
W.C: 1k
A/N: The way @thisisthehardestthing put this idea out on my tumblr feed WHILE I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF MY ZOOM LECTURE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. Been thinking about this idea all day and now I get to let my thots run wild. Hope you enjoyed <3 THE WAY THIS WASNâT SUPPOSED TO END IN SMUT, LIKE IT... I.... NO WORDS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFY BUT...
not proofread, but we been knew <3
You still remember the day you nearly lost your mind.
It wasnât because of a tragic event or because you snapped mentally, no. It was the time when you were woken up in the late hours of the day due to the incessant and constant ringing of your phone. You picked it up to read âtana-boyâĽâ across the screen and knew that you were in for a surprise.Â
When you picked up, Tanaka was slurring on the other end, voice as soft as it can be as he asked you if you were awake and if this was a bad time. You should have said yes and hung up to go back to sleep, but in your mostly woken up state, you told him that you can talk for now because you thought he was cute when drunk. He giggled and began speaking in an excited tone.Â
âGuess whaaaat,â he slurred on the other end, chuckling into the microphone. You only hummed, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. There was no telling what this man can do while drunk, especially with friends, so you might as well throw away the first three ideas that popped into your head.
âWhat is it, Ryu?â you asked with a sleep induced voice. He commented on how adorable you sounded before asking you to pick up his facetime call. Of course, you said yes because youâre an amazing girlfriend who puts up with her boyfriendâs bullshit at three in the morning.Â
What you were not ready for was Tanaka seated at a bar with Nishinoya and Hinata near him, plastic wrapped fingers up to the camera. It took you a second to realize what he was showing you. Underneath the plastic coverings was black ink etched into his tan skin, a few splotches of red here and there.
Tanaka got fucking knuckle tattoos.
Knuckle. Tattoos.
And to be honest, it was the best thing ever.Â
Over the years, he became familiar with inking himself, and was in the process of getting a sleeve done, but you were mostly interested in the ones on his knuckles. They contained a variety of different symbols that he thought were good looking at the time. Although the ones that have branched to the rest of his body have more deeper meaning and have more detailed designs, you have a love for the ones located on his hands.
âRyuu?â You called out as you entered your shared home, dropping off your school bag by the door before kicking off your shoes. ââM, home.â A deep yawn left your lips while walking past the threshold.Â
Usually, he would be here in the living room to greet you with a warm smile and a big hug. However, that wasnât your case for today and it made you frown slightly, wondering where this man could be. His car was still parked outside, but it doesnât change the fact that he could have gone ou- oh.
Heâs masturbating on the bed. Sweat-shorts and boxers were pushed down to his legs, exposing the few tattoos he has gotten recently on his toned thighs, muscles flexing at the effort. Your eyes drifted towards where the action was happening, watching how one of his hands wrapped around the girth of his slicked dick, moving up and down at a teasingly slow pace. Fingers coated in a shiny sheen, likely to come from his pre as well as lube, evident from the bottle laying abandoned next to his body. Somehow, your eyes zeroed in on his tattooed fingers, completely mesmerized by the way they looked right now. His other hand squeezed your pillow slightly, tendons in his hands prevalent on the surface of his skin.
At the sound of you entering the room, Tanaka opened his eyes, relief rushing throughout his body as his girlfriend stood there, so beautiful, so kind, so ready to please. âHey, gorgeous. Think you can help me out?â This wasnât the first time either of you walked in on the other.Â
It was a natural occurrence and happened quite a few times over the spans over a few months, and neither of you were a stickler about limiting pleasure only to the other. It honestly made for some intense orgasms without either of you touching each other, but now you can see how Tanaka was oozing neediness. He needed release and would not be getting it from his hands.
With a sudden newfound energy, you joined him bed, allowing your boyfriend to take the lead. After all, you were helping him get off. If youâd be a good girl for him, heâd return the favor tenfold. And thatâs what he was looking for as he pounded into you from behind, forcing you on your hands and knees while his tattooed fingers wrapped themselves around your neck. With his head next to yours, you could hear every one of his praises and beautiful grunts that left his lips while he properly restricted the air from your windpipe. It wasnât enough to cause harm, but he added enough pressure that would surely drive you over the edge every time.
After heâs finished, heâs hyper aware of you now, doing things he knew youâd love. With you perched on his lap, your back pressed against his chest, he can do anything he wanted with you. Each hand was located at different parts of your body, one forcing two fingers down your mouth while the other was teasing your entrance and clit. Heâd always be so encouraging, whispering his love and devotion to you - which is supposed to be sweet and lighthearted but it is overshadowed by the fact that youâre losing all bits of your sanity.
âKnew you loved my fingers, baby. Is it because of my tattoos, thatâs what makes you act like this?â he whispered in your ear, shoving his fingers into your sopping cunt down to his third knuckle. You gagged around his fingers in an attempt to gasp but he only chuckled at your attempts. Suddenly, he was removing his fingers from your mouth to grasp your jawline, and you did not care of your saliva touching your skin. He roughly directed your head to look at him, eyes dark and a sly smile on his face.
âBe a doll and cum as hard as you can for me,â he requested, lips connecting to yours gently.
Needless to say, it did not take much effort for you to follow along with his instructions.~
Synopsis: In which you are saved by the indigo haired villain by some lowlife. What was supposed to be an innocent rescue turns out to be something more.
Warnings: NSFW towards the end, yandere themes, cursing, reader gets hurt, slight gore.
WC: 1.1k
A/N: This was a little something I whipped up for a friend from discord. I had a lot of fun writing this and Tamaki could seriously like, get it <3
How did you get yourself into this situation again? It was supposed to be a quick trip, really. Order over the phone to your favorite take out spot, walk the short five minute walk it took to get there, pick up your food and head back. Simple, right? Right - so why the fuck were you being cornered by this below average villain who was claiming to make his name known to the world in the nastiest alleyway possible?Â
Also your perfectly good food had been spilled onto the dirty concrete next to your feet.
âA shame to hurt such a beauty like yourself, but donât worry. Iâll try to go easy on you, babe.â You know you should have had a better reaction. Pushed him away, screamed for help, reached into your pocket for the pepper spray you always carry with you in times of danger, but your mind could not process the means of protecting yourself when it was in an insane amount of pain.
Your body was hot, on fucking fire; not literally, but it was close enough. You suddenly began to sweat, your mouth open to suck in any cold air down your lungs just to ease the pain. What the heck? Is this his quirk? Some stupid thing that allows him to burn up his victims? There was no time to think before you fell down on all fours, your hands and knees feeling like jello as you attempted to gain control over yourself.
âI understand things must be getting hot for you, huh?â He spoke, but you didnât hear. âWhat a fickle thing. This heat your feeling is from my quirk called Mind Melt. Your brain is quite literally melting from the inside the longer I am close to you. Just gotta get a good stare into your eyes for a few seconds and youâre done for. Cells begin to die, nerve conduction slows, and altogether you will stop functioning altogether. Sorry, again toots. If I could make this as painless as possible, I would,â he sighed, squatting down near your hunched over form to deliver a head pat. You were sure he could feel the intense levels of heat emanating from your skull.
âS-Stop,â you whimpered weakly, coughing up the bile and blood that surged out of your panicking body. âP-Ple...Please!â
âNo can do, babes. I am gonna show these heros exactly who I am. Theyâll know to fear Hot Shot! And-!â The villain didnât even get to finish his statement before he was sent flying all the way down the alley by a very large⌠tentacle?
With the added distance, the heat stopped just as fast as it came on. âOh shit,â you breathed out softly, lifting the sleeve of your arm to wipe away the drool that pooled out of your mouth.
âWhat the fuck?! Who the he-â you could hear Hot Shot scream from wherever he was flung to but he was cut off again by a gruelling smash, and then silence. With an unsteady head, you looked over at the noise, finding a third party standing over the villain who attacked you, foot directly pressing into his face. âImagine being that fucking desperate that you attack an unsuspecting civilian,â the third voice chuckled, hardly budging as the man underneath him struggled to break free.
âYou want to make it big out there as a villain, youâre going to have to try a lot harder than that,â he chuckled. From where you were placed, you could see the same foot the man used transform into⌠what is that? A chicken foot? Before you could confirm or deny, two of the sharp talons sunk into the villainâs eyes, pulling a scream out of him.
That seemed to wake you up from whatever trance you were doing. You gasped softly and shifted further away from the two, but with your body still in shock, it was unlikely you were going anywhere. Too panicked to get away from the scene, you didnât notice when the screams stopped and the heavy footsteps started making their way towards your crawling form.Â
You gasped when a large and warm hand rested on your back, while the other gripped your chin to turn your head to face him. âTsk, look at the mess he left,â you stared at the stranger whose laxed eyes bored directly into you. It was enough to make you freeze in your spot, horror shooting down your spine as you couldnât find the means to move at all. âWhat a shame too, looks like he got you pretty good.â
His face was suddenly closer to yours, his indigo hair brushing against your cheeks. If you could cower away from his touch, you would. However, you sat there helpless, too weak to do anything but whimper out of fear that you would meet the same fate as Hot Shot. âAwe, donât be scared, bunny. Iâm not an asshole whoâll hurt you. No, no. I donât do that to good ones like you,â he hummed softly, grip tightening on your jawline softly to turn your head to both sides, inspecting you for further damage.
âA-Are you gonna let me go?â It was a stupid question. A stupid question that shouldnât have been asked. You could see with his growing smirk and his head cocking to the side that he found enjoyment in such an innocent, desperate question
âYou would like that, huh?â He chuckled, bringing his thumb and pointer finger up to squeeze your cheeks, effectively puckering your lips outwards. âI could, but what if someone else comes by and hurts you on your way home? Thereâs no guarantee that Iâll come to your aid,â his gaze was trained over your lips, lifting the hand from your back to bring his thumb against your bottom lip. âPlus, such an innocent bunny like yourself is so badly hurt. You can hardly hold your own weight.âÂ
Itâs true. With this much shock your body was undergoing, it was beginning to shut down. Your vision was slowly becoming hazy, breathing much more ragged and your body felt uncomfortably warm still - an aftermath from the quirk used on you. A small whimper left your lips when he pressed his thumb further into your bottom lip, the tip of it just barely entering your parted lips.
Slowly, as if not to scare you any more, he moved his head closer so that his forehead lightly rested upon yours. All you could stare at was him and he fucking loved it. Special bunnies like you should only look at the ones who will promise to take care of them, look at them for aid when something is not right. And he wanted it to remain that way. Forever.
âIâm gonna take extra good care of you, my little bunny~â
Pairing: Shigaraki x reader(âs pillow)
Synopsis: In which you are not home and Shigaraki finds it upon himself to release all over your plushy, soft pillow.
Warnings: Masturbation, cursing, wild imagination, degradation/praise, my shitty writing
A/N: Guys, I am wh0re for this type of content. Idk, the idea of my lover getting off on a pillow just makes me- hurk!!! Yes, Iâm the most vanilla bitch on this platform, hop off. Anywho, enjoy!!
This was not proofread, lol.
If thereâs Shigaraki loves doing, itâs masturbating over your personal belongings.Â
He is a nasty boy and rather go to you directly for help when he is feeling particularly horny, heâd rather go towards your underwear drawer, use the softest blanket you own, take your pillow and just use them to get him off with no remorse.
Heâs not the type to be loud, but he will start doing a whole shit load of dirty talk, all them are things he wished youâd say to him.
âYouâre so fucking nasty, Tomu. Getting off on your loverâs pillow?â âI bet you like wearing those dirty underwear dontya, dirty boy~?â âYouâre humping that towel like a bitch in heat~â
He fucking loves degradation, especially knowing if heâs being particularly gross. Those are the things that help him get off.
When you are not home, heâs silently happy because it means all of your soft items are fair game. Heâd sometimes reach for your dirty laundry to take out the last pair of underwear you wore - bonus points if itâs still warm.
His favorite combination that drives him absolutely insane is when he takes your pillow and places your underwear on it. There, he will be fucking the pillow for hours on end until his balls hurt.
He pants and whimpers a lot, squeezing the plushness of the pillow with three to four fingers as he releases yet another fat load on him.
Youâre aware of his dirty habits but you never say anything to him. At first when you returned back to your apartment and found your favorite underwear had the biggest load of cum right in the crotch area, you knew it was your boyfriend using your items to get himself off. It upset you at first, wishing heâd come to you about it so you can satisfy him firsthand.Â
But you became used to it, just happy he was getting himself off in the first place.
Finding your soiled underwear or pillows began turning you on instead of disgusting you. Youâd slide a hand down your pants while the other hand touched the wet patches left on the fabric. Shigaraki became aware of your dirty little secret as well.
Overtime, he grew careless in his actions. Heâd hump your pillow next to you in bed while one hand was holding yours, or come out of your bedroom all disheveled as you came home from work. Anytime you saw him this way, it made you start to feel things as well and thatâs when youâd have to initiate a round between you two.
âF-Fuck,â Shigaraki groaned as his hips bucked wildly into your pillow.
He wasnât supposed to be here and he knew it. The time you were not in your apartment meant that you were at work, busting your ass off to keep your life the tiniest bit stable, and here was Shigaraki fucking your pillow.
His pants were pushed all the way down to his ankles, boxers just halfway down his thighs, hinting at his impatience to get this over and done with. He stormed into your apartment minutes earlier, his dumbass using the spare set of keys you gave him to stop his unnecessary sneaking in. His dick was hard and he had a shitty day, so his only option to release some of the stress was you. And guess what?
You werenât even fucking home.Â
The one day he wanted to see you on your knees, gagging on his dick, you were still trapped at your job for another hour. How convenient.Â
With a huff, he decided that your pillow was calling his name like usual. To give him a bit of an edge, he went over towards your laundry hamper and snatched off the pair of underwear that was just hanging over the edge of it. Without much thought, he freed his hard dick from the restraints of his black jeans and boxers and placed the two corners of the pillow through the legs of your panties to pull them up. The pillow was rested in the middle of your bed and your boyfriend climbed up on top of it, hands on either side of the obkect.
His hips pressed against against the front of the boxers and he released a sharp breath through his nose. Not even three seconds passed until he was wildly fucking the softness, his hips coming forward at an unreasonable pace. His body shook as he was overtaken by pleasure, eyes shut as he reveled in the softness.Â
What would you look like if you suddenly walked in and caught your boyfriend hunched over and fucking your pillow. Youâve never caught him in the act before and he was sure that you would not mind watching him hunched over, hips beating into your pillow at an inhumane pace. He could imagine you sitting next to him in bed, hand on his lower back as you guided him to move at a pace you wanted.
âThere we go, Tomu, doesnât that feel much better?â He actually slowed his hips to a pleasant grind, able to hear your honey filled voice directing him how to move. âYou like this much more, hm?â You would whisper against his hot skin.Â
Tomura grunted quietly as he rubbed his hips over the soft material, humming softly as he felt a hot sensation down in his loins. This was it, he was so close.Â
âY/N,â he whimpered softly as he sped up just barely into small jackrabbit thrusts to aid in his own release. Soon enough he was panting softly, his thick load of semen hitting his lower abdomen while seeping into the fabric of your pillow and underwear.Â
Instead of getting up, Tomura only collapsed onto the space, huffing softly as he allowed himself the comfort of a slow but pleasurable grind before easing himself to a complete stop. God, he could never get over it.
He only hopes that in the future, you may live out his fantasy of you telling him what to do. Directing your needy boy into another blissful state just to make him do it all over again, only to praise him in the end for being so good. Good god, the things he would do to have that treatment by you.Â
cas i told myself i wouldnât write any more smut but iâm sitting here thinking about kyotani putting me in 7 positions for 70 minutes đ N E WHO, how are you? i hope youâve been taking care of yourself! đ
LMAO meanwhile iâm making my dark content masterlist banner, i think it came out good ish.
eh, mental healths been đ¤ a roller coaster but iâm getting by!! how about you?
iâm fine!! i think my brain is finally processing all of the shit that has happened to me since janurary soâ
now iâm in this headspace where a lot of things make sense and iâm just happy to be out of situations that i used to be in.
now iâm like happy and actually finding motivation to write (and possibly move my works to tumblr officially who knows đ). thank you for asking â¤ď¸
Synopsis: Shigaraki realizes his personal feelings for you, finally. At first, he is terrified. Someone with his quirk isnât possibly fit for love,,, right?
Warnings: a bit of angst here, a few curse words there!Â
A/N:Â Idea was taken from a friend off of discord, so enjoy the first post on this tumblr blog! Also, to give a bit of clarification, Shiggyâs quirk is still effective against the reader and highly dangerous! Caution is needed for both parties.Â
Also I apologize of Tomura seems a bit ooc for this, I just kind of changed his personality a bit as I went because THIS IS HELLA SELF INDULGENT! <3
Enjoy!
This was not proofread lolol
There are no manga spoilers, but there are a few S1-S2 spoilers if you have not watched the anime yet!
Why did it take him so long to realize how absolutely captivating you are? The way your smile seems to brush away the storm clouds that used to follow him everywhere he went. You were so gentle, so kind, so... good. Part of him was concerned why you followed him and the league.
The potential you hold is incredibly high and he was happy he acknowledged it the first day you walked into the dingy bar. It was only a day after he kicked out Dabi and Toga for a much needed contemplation. Giran introduced you to him and the moment the overworked leader laid his beady red eyes on you, he knew you were worthy.
Granted, it did not show - at least he hoped not. Father was still on his face, blocking out his features from the crowd in front of him. He studied you carefully as you explained your reasoning for joining, and much to his surprise you were there for him and not Stain or his master. You claimed you had high hopes for the League of Villains and would follow him anywhere.
Although he did not audibly voice his thoughts, he simply nodded once and told Giran to show you out. You were confused of course, but assumed he did not want you there after all. Part of you panicked and worried that your request to join was denied, that was until he told you that he will be in contact.
That was seven months ago. Seven months of pure confusion and absolute torture. In that time, he was overwhelmed by his own injuries sustained from the USJ attack, the failed Nomu experiments and his master finally being taken into custody. While he worried and thought over the future of the league, you were always there to offer him help, whether it was a few words of advice, a lending ear, or a head pat (he swears he hates them, and does threaten to disintegrate your entire arm for touching it - yet, he cannot help but relax at the feel).Â
Either way, he believed you were a plague in his mind that needed to be taken care of. By the time he sought out Kurogiri for guidance, the personal taxi for the LOV informed Tomura that he may have growing romantic feelings towards you.Â
Shigaraki only scoffed and slammed his unfinished glass of scotch on the bar before getting up and storming out of the space. Pfft, what was he talking about? Shigaraki and feelings donât mix. He was a firm believer that they clouded judgement and with that, he could not carefully plan out the future for his team. How the fuck can feelings help him plan out his plot to completely demolish hero society?! And another- wait, what are you doing?
As he walked through the upper floor of the hide out, he saw you and a couple of the other LOV members sitting on the dingy couch. The same one that has been left abandoned and sitting here for years, but everyone swears itâs the most comfortable thing on the planet. Regardless, he noticed that you, Dabi, Toga, Spinner and Compress were all seated on the thing, staring at the TV placed on the credenza.Â
You were wedged between Dabi and Spinner, Dabiâs arm was thrown over the back of the couch, his fingers gently thrumming over the old material absentmindedly. Although he was not physically touching you, Tomura could not help the twinge of.... anger that started to grow in the pit of his stomach. You looked so comfortable next to him, too. Your thighs were properly rubbing against each other (only due to Dabiâs incessant need to man spread and take up a bit of the space you silently needed), as well as your sides. It looked as if he was cuddling you and you did not seem to mind. Granted, he knows your particular love for physical affection but, out of all people? Dabi? Really?
Why was this asshole so close to you? I donât like it. Should he dust his ass and be rid of him once and for all?!
Of course, you noticed his anger radiating off of his body in waves by the door. You turned your head in his direction and gave him a warm smile.
âHey, weâre watching a few movies. Come join us!â You offered with the sweetest smile, back straightening in effort. The others caught onto their leader by the door, all of them sitting in quiet anticipation for what Shiggy might do.Â
He felt awkward, anxious if you will. Never before did he have all of these eyes staring at him, waiting for a response no less. Damn you, look what you have done now! Now his heart is racing, a pink color spreading from his cheeks to the base of his neck. What the fuck is happening to him? And why the fuck isnât Father on his face?
With a scoff, he mumbled a quick ânoâ before turning back around and heading to a space where he knew he could not get pissed off easily.Â
Why does he feel this way? In his silent march back to his room, he kept replaying the beautiful smile that graced your lips. It made his heart flutter seeing it, reminding him of an innocent time that felt like it was lifetimes ago. Or the interest that sparked in your eyes as you noticed him for the first time. It was as if you were a small child, seeing a wonder for the first time. Every bit of attention you showed to this man did not go unmissed whatsoever.
In fact, he craved those little reactions, especially when he was feeling particularly overworked or just pissed off by everything something. Now heâs done it and practically shot down your innocent request just because he saw a burnt chicken sitting next to you as if you two were casual lovers. No, he should be the only one close to you like that.Â
Your attention should be on him while you were comfortable at his side as he plays different rounds on his video games. Maybe you can sneak in a praise or two on how well heâs doing, or how cool his avatar looks, yanno? A movie could hardly do the trick in entertaining you in the ways he could. You only needed him....
And he only needed you.....
âFuck,â he said once he shut the door to his room.
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A few days after his silent revelation, Shigaraki has been characteristically quiet,,, but times 100. He hardly gets angry to the stupid shit Spinner spits out. Sometimes heâll full out ignore the sly comments Dabi makes about upcoming missions. It was not like him and everyone knew it.
You seemed to have it worse. Every time you made a move to converse with him, he seemed to send you a hard glare that kept you away. Normally you can get past an occasional scowl or scoff sent in your direction, but the eyes he looked at you were filled with pure annoyance. It made you wonder if you are the cause of his anger. Did you say something unwarranted before? Was the progress made not sufficient enough for the singular leader? What?
The root of his anger was within himself, moreso his quirk. The strong effectiveness of destroying everything he touches pissed him off to no extent. Has he no control whatsoever?Â
He was always careful, always keeping a pinkie finger or thumb raised on an object to keep it from being destroyed. Kurogiri suggested he purchased gloves with a few fingers cut out to allow him the ability to use his full hand, but that wasnât enough for the man. He wanted, no needed, to use his full hand.
His private training started with little things: a napkin from the bar, a random door stopper found in the hallway, even a broken lamp found in the back alleyway of the hideout. Heâd sit there and concentrate on his quirk, pleading with his own cells to turn off his quirk, even for a few seconds. By the time his digits would touch the objects, theyâd all crumble mere moments later. To say he was irritated was an understatement.Â
Heâd concentrate on absolutely fuck all onto for his quirk to activate without much effort. Was he doomed to ruin everything he touched? Is this punishment for past crimes Tomura committed in another life?Â
Whatâs the point of having a quirk that absolutely wrecks everything he touches?Â
Staring at the small pile of ash on the floor (formerly known as an old bar-stool and an empty bottle of bleach), he knew this was your fate if these feelings persisted. Not being able to provide the physical contact he knew youâd love and he so desperately needed.Â
Tomura never touched anyone that he liked. Hell, up until recently, he didnât know he liked you. His touches often resulted in people getting erased and the cold sensations that would run through his spine whenever he did would leave him empty. He wanted things to be different, only because he knew you were different.Â
You deserved something better, not.... this.Â
Frustrated, Tomura grunted softly and picked up the empty plate he was getting ready to practice on next. With his pinkie raised, he gripped the ceramic item and threw it directly into the nearest wall. What he failed to notice was the chipped corner with sharp edges on the plate, and it effectively left a nasty cut in the space between his pinkie and ring finger.
Passing by, you heard the commotion coming from Shigarakiâs room. With a frown you knocked on the door. âShigaraki? Whatâs going on in there?â There was a heavy amount of concern in your voice.
Shit.
He decided not to answer, hoping his silence coupled with his shitty attitude from the last few days would be enough to send you away. But, it didnât.
âHey, Iâm coming in, okay?â You announced, barging into a space you knew you were not allowed in. He watched with wide eyes as you scanned the event in front of you. There was an unmissable pile of ash by his feet, a dent from which he tossed the plate as well as its shards scattered across the form. When her eyes landed on his form, she took notice of his his bleeding hand being cradled to his chest. âHere, allow me-â
âGo away, scram. I donât need you here,â Shigaraki turned away stubbornly, walking stomping angrily to his desk in search for some form of napkin to soak up all the blood on his hand. He did not hear you walk up behind him, hand on his shoulder as a sign of your stubbornness.
âYouâre bleeding,â you announced as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet. As you crossed around him, you reached forward to take his hand but he recoiled away.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish?â He angrily snarled, taking a step back. With a huff, you pressed forward, still reaching for him.
âIâll be fine. Just let me help,â your tone was soft and reassuring, which hardly helped in Tomuraâs case. The hell were you thinking? If you carelessly grab him like that then surely you would crumble before him. Is breathing becoming too much of a hassle for you, or-Â
Oh.
In the midst of Tomuraâs silent panic, he felt the warmth of your hand cover his, your the backs of your hand gently rubbing over his in his attempt to curl his fingers. He was silently glad that he was wearing Father on his face, or you would see the insane blush washing over his cheeks; however he knew you could sense his complete and utter surprise. You were touching him... and it wasnât a head pat.
No, this was an intimate skin to skin contact, your warmth contrasting his icy cold ones. On top of the warmth, he took note of how much softer your hands were against his rough textured ones, bringing him back to a time where he knew of what home felt like. A period in his life where he did not carry a heavy burden or the people around him look to him for all of the answers, no.
He just stared at you silent shock, his red eyes still blown wide.
âIâm okay, see. Nothing to worry about, okay?â Your voice was soft, lulling him to a much more calm state. âIâll be careful with your fingers. Iâll just patch up the cut,â and there goes that damned smile. Whenever it was directed at him, he knew he lost the internal battle before it even began. It was just your effect on him.
He only nodded, tentatively watching the space where your hands were touching to commit this moment into memory and to make sure he did not accidentally touch you. With his green light, you were quick to jump to his aid, using whatever he had in his office to get the cut to stop bleeding and to patch it up with a band-aid.
âThere we go,â you turned his hand over in your palm, fingers ghosting over the rough texture of them. He stared at you with an incredulous expression, ready to promptly kick you out but you beat him to it. âWhile I donât have your quirk, I can understand it may seem like a bogus one to have. I donât know what itâs like to constantly be on alert from something like that, but I have confidence that you will use it to lead us to greatness.â
There you go, saying cute and motivational shit again, boosting his ego and giving him words of affirmation. How the hell should he respond to that?
In his moments of silence, your smile did not falter once. You looked at him with so much adoration and care, Tomura could not help the rise in his heart race as you stared at him like that.
Without saying anything, Tomura lifted his non bruised hand (now wiped clean from the dripping blood from earlier), and used his knuckles to stroke the softness of your cheek. You did not flinch away once, instead leaning further into his touch, no matter how soft the action was.Â
Even though he knew he could not touch you in the way he wanted, he found this small action of endearment to be just as effective. It burned away all of the negative emotions he has been harboring recently, leaving comfort in its wake. The sentiment surely pleased you seeing as though you were closer than before, your chest nearly pressed into his.
Maybe this physical affection thing can work out with him after all. ~