harumi

20yo | any pronouns | REQUESTS OPEN

[shigsgf]

after some people liked my first fic (crimson butterfly), i would like to say that i'm taking requests!

it could be general hcs, fantasy au/hc, oneshot fics, pretty much anything.

but i'll probably only do those for tomura and idia since they're my special interests.

ANYWAYS, feel free to ask for something if you'd like!

[shigarakislaughter]

Two-Way Mirror

shigaraki x afab!reader

Tomura knew what an isekai was. It had been something he secretly fantasized about; A way to escape this shitty society, full of heroes that abandoned him. He never thought it was possible—just a stupid fantasy he needed to forget about. That was until it happened to him—isekai'd to a world he dreamed about, with the person he dreamed of—you.

warnings: this fic contains smut. MDNI

wc: 5.2k

a/n: happy birthday, tomura baby!! <3

huge thank you to @scary-grace for beta reading this, your feedback was an immense help!! <3

Tomura didn't get to feel comfortable. Discomfort followed him everywhere—nausea that made it hard to keep anything down, nightmares that kept him awake for days. It was simply one of the truths of life. The sky was blue, Earth orbited the sun, and Tomura felt disgusting.

Which was why it felt so strange to feel somewhat comfortable for once, lying in an unfamiliar bed. Where the hell was he?

He quickly sat up, feeling disoriented as he looked around. He wasn't here a second ago. He should've been at a library with Spinner, looking for information on what the heroes were doing after Kamino ward. Spinner had gone off to look at newspapers, leaving him alone at the library's computers. The last thing he remembered was getting hit on the back of the head and slumping forward onto the keyboard.

He must have been abducted, then. Gritting his teeth and throwing off the face mask he was wearing, he cursed to himself. He should've disguised himself better. Hopefully Spinner was okay, and could escape back to the others to let them know what was going on.

If he was abducted, though, whoever did it must have had some weird intentions, because why was he in the bed of some NEET? Sliding out of the sheets, he examined his surroundings. The room was full of decorations—two large bookshelves filled with manga and anime figures, cute stuffed animals covering the bed, a PC setup on the desk, all nice enough to make him jealous.

He glanced around at the doors and windows, looking for a way to escape, when he felt a small tap on his ankle. Tomura jumped, ready to attack, when he saw what just touched him—a tan, small dog, staring up at him as it trotted over to paw at him again.

Tomura felt more at ease, for some reason. "You wanna be pet?" He knelt down as the dog flopped down, exposing his belly and letting out a demanding bark. "Fine, be patient." Tentatively, he ran a few fingers up and down his fur. The motion felt comforting. Familiar.

For a few minutes, he became lost in the sensation of petting the dog, when he was interrupted by a door opening and closing nearby. Someone's voice called out. "Imo!"

Tomura froze, listening as they shuffled around. "Imo, where are you? Did you get into the treat cabinet again?"

The dog—Imo, he assumed—huffed, twisting on the floor, ignoring the calls of his name in favor of receiving more attention. Tomura ignored his whines as he slowly stood from his crouch.

He crept next to the door, hiding behind the wall to listen closer to to the footsteps. The air stilled as he waited for his opportunity. He would need to strike fast. Hopefully, they didn't have a strong quirk, or was stronger than him—

Tomura jerked back as something whizzed past his ear, hitting the wall where he previously stood. What the fuck was that? He whipped around, spotting one of the figures on the floor. Someone must have thrown it at him, but he was alone in the bedroom except for—Imo. He looked down, finding the little dog growling at him.

That was surprising, they were doing so well before. What was even more surprising, was the strange glow emanating off of Imo, connected to another figure on the shelf. Tomura watched in confusion as the figure lifted off the shelf and flung in his direction. Quickly, he swiped at the figure, sending it flying elsewhere in the room.

Tomura had never heard of a dog having a quirk before. The only dog he knew to be able to do something like that was fictional, and-

Wait. That dog was also named Imo. And this dog looked the exact same.

Tomura read a lot of weird shit on illegal websites as a teenager. It was something he did to pass the time when torrenting games, waiting for his download to finish. Maybe it was the pretty art, or the garishly long title, but the manga My Best Friend Doesn't Know I'm a Witch and We Run a Cafe Together! didn't look like something he was willing to click on in the first place. But with another two hours left on his download, he still had time to spare. He clicked on it, reading the description.

Yuna's life is split into two! Between her studies at Magoya Magical University and the cafe she runs with her best friend since birth, she finds herself straddling the line between two worlds! Why? It's forbidden for wizards to let non-wizards know about the magical world around them, and her best friend isn't a witch! Will she manage to keep both aspects of her life separate? Find out!

The description was cheesy, but he couldn't afford to be picky. He had already read all the popular stuff on this website, and was left to sort through everything else. He clicked the link, bracing himself for something terrible.

The first arc was slow—a simple universe introduction, centered around a low-stakes mission. You had been in a three-week-long depressive spiral due to the death of your favorite manga character, and Yuna was beginning to get worried. You barely left your apartment, only leaving to go to work or school, and hardly talked to anyone, Yuna included.

Your mental health wasn't the only thing she was worried about. It was nearing the end of the month, and you needed to have the money together to pay next month's rent for the cafe. Since you completely handled the cafe's finances, Yuna had no idea if you had the money together or not. And asking when you were so depressed felt wrong to her.

Enter operation, Cheer You Up! Yuna first tried leaving gifts outside your apartment door—pastries, new manga. Her attempts were always met by the same responses; "Everything tastes bland right now. Nothing will replace him." The only thing you responded positively to were the cute animal videos she sent you. This gave Yuna an idea—why couldn't she get you a pet?

This set Yuna off on a grand search for the perfect companion for you—at the magical pet store, full of both magical and non-magic animals alike. While her back was turned, a magical snake let every animal out to serve as a distraction while it made its escape! The idiot shopkeeper thought Yuna did it, forcing her to wrangle all the animals herself!

Yuna tried as hard as she could to capture all the animals using encasing spells, but it just wasn't enough. She stood defeated, alone on the cold, empty street, her thoughts racing. Some of the animals would escape to the non-magic side of town, where they'd be discovered, and she'd be kicked out of Magoya Magical University, then shunned from magical society. But then, her luck changed—she had someone else on her side—some.. dog?

Out jumped a dog from the pet store—Imo! With his magical ability understand human speech and telekinesis, he helped her trap the rest of the animals—all in exchange for a treat of course!

With the animals all returned, Yuna began to sulk her way home. Not only did she not find a pet for you, but she was going to lose the cafe as well. Her life was over. Before she could turn the street, she heard a bark. Imo wanted to come with her! Yuna perked up, then brought him to you, where she found out the bills were on autopay. Whoops.

Tomura thought the plot up until that point was kind of stupid. Why couldn't Yuna just ask you about the cafe's finances? Did the pet shop not have cameras? Why would the shopkeeper immediately blame Yuna? The whole thing seemed childish and stupid.

That was until Tomura clicked on the next page and saw you holding Imo for the first time. Tomura had seen a lot of cute anime characters before, but there was something different about you. You looked a bit disheveled after a hard few weeks, laughing as Imo licked your hand. At first, Tomura swore it was the dog. It had to be the dog. But the longer he stared at the panel, the more he knew he had to keep reading.

His thoughts about you were cut short as the person outside walked through the door. "Tomura?"

Quickly, Tomura lept on them, tackling them to the ground and wrapping his hand around their throat. "Tell me where I am and who you are or I'll dust-"

His mouth felt dry as he stared into their, your, eyes. It was you—the character he used to be obsessed with, until his master made him stop. You, the character he had so many fantasies about, held close to his chest.

As Tomura kept reading, he found there was more he liked about you than your interactions with your dog, or simple horny-brained attraction. You were kind to those around you, but you weren't a doormat. You weren't afraid to speak your mind about things you thought were stupid, or to kick out a weird customer. And you were so good to Imo—always taking him to the cafe, giving him more treats than you should've. Reading about you always filled him with a warm, comforting feeling.

That same feeling overwhelmed him as he stared down at you, pinned to the ground. Shit, this wasn't the impression he wanted to make. He quickly rolled off, staring at you in disbelief as you sat up, rubbing the back of your head. "Did Yuna pay you to do this?"

He blinked. You sounded exactly like how he imagined you would. He was so focused on that, he almost missed what you said. "Huh?"

You didn't seem as annoyed as you should be by this whole thing. Instead of lashing out, demanding he leave, you moved closer, "Shigaraki Tomura? You know, the character you're cosplaying?" Tomura's face felt warmer than normal, his mouth glued shut. He felt stupid, not being able to respond. But you were so close to him, face mere centimeters from his as you examined his face. "Wow, and your scars look so realistic too!" You sat back, beaming. "You're just as pretty as I imagined him!"

Imagined him? You were imagining him? And you thought he was pretty? Maybe Tomura was losing his mind. Or maybe whatever he got hit with at the library killed and sent him to heaven. Wait, cosplay? "Huh? I'm Shigaraki Tomura," he pointed to himself. "I'm not cosplaying."

Your eyes narrowed. "Uhuh, sure. Show me something only Shigaraki could do, then." You looked around, then quickly snatched a paper off your desk. "Decay this."

He was almost offended you didn't immediately believe him. He knew who you were just from looking at you. Still, he took the paper between four fingers. "Watch closely," he said, slowly lowering his fifth finger onto the page. You gasped as it crumbled to dust in his hand. "Easy," he grinned, feeling slightly smug over how impressed you looked.

Your hands flew to your face. "How the hell are you real," you whispered, looking him up and down. "And how the hell do you know who I am?"

Once you had calmed down and stopped hyperventilating, you told Tomura to sit at the table so you could talk. That was about half an hour ago, and Tomura was beginning to grow impatient, tired of watching you flit around the kitchen. "Just sit down so we can talk. We can't talk with you running around doing side quests."

It wasn't just that he wanted to talk to you, there was a lot of other stuff he wanted to do while he was here. Tomura knew it was probably a bad idea to go poking around your apartment, but he was always curious to as what it looked like. Since you were a side character, it had only been shown a few times, usually while you were on the phone with Yuna. He wanted to explore every nook and cranny, even the mundane stuff, like what was in your fridge. Now that you were real, though, that seemed a little creepy.

"Just give me a minute,"you said, running off to your bedroom. He guessed you were still nervous, then. In all of Tomura's wildest fantasies about you, none included you being nervous about him, of all people. You had spent the last fifteen minutes practically bouncing off the walls as you fussed over him, making sure he had a place to sit by your table, a blanket, and ginger tea, a drink you said he'd like. He didn't know how you knew that. Maybe it was just a lucky guess. Then again, he didn't know how you even recognized him in the first place.

If Tomura wasn't feeling so impatient, he might be more relaxed. No one besides Kurogiri had gone through such an effort to make sure he was comfortable before. He felt like he was in one of those weird, self-insert mangas where the mangaka made his waifu care for the main character. Although those usually got incredibly sexual, and he didn't think he'd get that far. He didn't think he'd have even gotten this far, really.

"I brought some things for you to look at," you emerged from your room with Imo trotting behind you. Tomura's eyes widened as Imo jumped into his lap, hooking his chin over his leg. Apparently Tomura was no longer a threat—just another source of attention. He resumed petting Imo as you sat across from him at the coffee table, placing several books on top. "This is the manga you're from. Or I guess, how you show up in our world? I guess we haven't figured out how exactly the isekai works."

Tomura examined the book on top. The cover was an obnoxious shade of yellow, the words words Boku No Hero Academia glaring at him in large white and red characters. That wasn't even the worst offense. All Might's so-called heroic smile grinned back at him mockingly, right next to the stupid face of Midoriya Izuku. Of course this was from the hero's perspective. Everything already was in his world, why would it be any different here? He started flipping through the pages, nausea churning his stomach.

"The heroes are the main characters, unfortunately," you said as he looked over the art. "Although, there is a part about the League. That was the best part, in my opinion."

He sneered, slamming the book down and pointing at Midoriya on one of the pages. "Out of all the people for the story to follow, why this brat?"

You reached across the table to turn the manga over to the back, pointing at a text blurb. "He's All Might's successor. All Might decided he was worthy of receiving his quirk, One For All, after he tried to rescue his classmate from a villain while quirkless."

Tomura frowned. If the heroes were the good guys, and the villains were the bad guys, then his story was no different than any news report or article he had read before. The narratives it presented, the biased reporting, the lack of villain perspective. It was all the same.

You gave him a sympathetic look, sliding his mug closer to him. "Here, drink your tea. It's a lot to take in, I know."

Tomura slowly removed his hands from his neck, grasping the mug with twitching hands. He didn't even realize he was scratching himself. He took a sip, feeling slightly embarrassed. He hoped you didn't think he was weird.

"Anyway, you said you were hit by a quirk? What's been happening recently? Maybe I can figure out where in the story you're at," you asked with a reassuring smile. At least it would have been, except your smiles put this weird, fluttery feeling in his chest.

The last few years, Tomura had tried to ignore the feelings you were giving him—but it wasn't always that way. After he first saw you, he went all in, reading every chapter of you that was available, fantasizing about what it was like to meet you, to be in this world as your boyfriend. What it was like to hold you, to kiss you, to fuck you.

He got as far as to making a few accounts online to continue looking for content of you, when his master put an end to it. The only reason he had given Tomura access to the internet was to learn and grow, whether it be from games, or keeping up with the news—not to dick around on the internet, looking at porn of his favorite character. He needed to focus on the stuff that mattered—defeating heroes.

That conversation was embarrassing enough for Tomura to cease his browsing activity. But that didn't mean he didn't think about you. There were some places Master couldn't monitor what he was doing, and his head was the main one. That didn't make it any less embarrassing or shameful, though. Besides, his master was right. He'd never leave this world, so why bother.

But Tomura was here now, and he had to focus. "We're lying low right now. Or we're trying to. We just finished a side quest, and got our revenge on Overhaul for killing Magne."

"After the heroes completed the raid on the Shie Hassaikai?"

"Yeah."

You nodded, pursing your lips in thought. "So that puts you after the Shie Hassaikai arc, but before you fight Gigantomachia."

You seemed to know his story pretty well. Tomura was kind of glad he wasn't the main character, then. If you saw all of the times he jerked it while thinking of you, he'd lose his mind. "Fight who?" Tomura asked.

You waved a hand in dismissal. "Nevermind, I can explain everything in depth later. Point is, right now you're early in the story, which is good! We have plenty of time to try to get you back to the rest of the League. I'm sure you miss them."

Tomura watched the teabag swirl in his cup. He'd definitely miss them. It wasn't something he'd have admitted a few months earlier. But now, with all the time he'd been spending around them, he'd gotten used to their presence in his life. He couldn't imagine going to the way it was before. "Yeah."

You smiled again, and Tomura swore you looked a bit sad for some reason. After a moment, you took a deep sigh, "Well, if we're going to figure out how to get you back, we probably need to figure out what kind of isekai this is. You seemed to recognize me earlier, did my world exist in yours?"

Tomura paused. If he was going to be stuck here for a while, he probably didn't want to piss off the Wizard's Council. It's not like he really cared about the whole don't let non-wizards know about magic thing. That was stupid. Who cared if the non-wizards knew. But they were always a huge headache for Yuna, and he didn't need that same kind of headache. He'd just have to leave some details out for right now. "It did. You were in a manga, too."

"Oh," you tensed. "What kind?"

"It was a slice of life. Yuna was the main character, and it focused on what happened at Charmed Coffee." Tomura felt satisfied with that lie. Nothing he said was technically untrue, anyway. He just hoped you didn't ask what it was called. My Best Friend Doesn't Know I'm a Witch and We Run a Cafe Together was pretty on-the-nose.

You relaxed some. "That sounds interesting! She's always doing crazy stuff, it makes sense that the story is following her. I think I'd be too boring. I guess we have to avoid her for a bit, then. You interacting with her might change the story of Yuna's manga and fuck up the story."

Tomura could see that making sense, but he had his doubts. "I'm already here, couldn't I be affecting the story now?"

"You might be right," you frowned. "But I'm not sure I want to risk it. We can try to figure it out tomorrow, since it's getting late." Tomura glanced outside, finding it already dark. "I guess you can sleep on the couch," you muttered and stood. "Let me grab a blanket from the closet. I have some clothes I think you'll like too, if you want to change."

Tomura was glad to have a moment alone, because he definitely needed it. Being here felt good, but wrong at the same time. He was excited to be here—in this world that he once dreamed of escaping to, with someone he wanted to escape with. But at the same time, he could already hear his master's voice ringing in his ears, chastising him and bringing him back to reality. This was a fantasy he wasn't allowed to exist in. Villains like him didn't get to escape to fictional, magical worlds—they had to deal with the harsh reality of heroics, for they bore their burden the greatest.

Things were a bit different now that he was actually here, though. This world wasn't fictional, and neither were you. He wasn't sure if that made it okay for him to indulge in any of this while he was here. What would his master think?

Suddenly, Tomura was ripped out of this thoughts by a muffled scream, followed by a crash. He jumped up and raced towards the source of the noise, running into your bedroom, where he spotted you sitting in the doorway of a room that was closed earlier.

Your eyes widened in panic when you saw him, waving your arms frantically, "Oh, wait, don't look in here, some stuff just fell because I'm clumsy and knocked it over! It's nothing to worry about, you can go away and sit back down!" You tried to block the door, but it was already too late. He froze when he saw what was inside.

At the back of your walk-in closet stood what could only be described as a shrine. Two tall glass cases flanked either side of a table, the surface covered edge-to-edge in overlapping art. He squinted, looking closer at the biggest drawing—it was art of you kissing him. All of it was him. The figures and plushies stuffed into the display cases, the body pillow cases hanging on the wall, the keychains and charms and pins. It was all him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry you had to see this," You sniffed, standing behind him while wringing your hands, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I mean, you weren't real until a few hours ago, and since you weren't real, I thought it was okay to selfship with you. I just thought you were super cool and misunderstood and hot, and—"

Tomura's eyes widened, suddenly feeling flushed. Parts of what you said were foreign to him—but while he didn't know what a selfship was, he at least understood some parts. You thought he was cool and hot. You thought he was cool and hot, and if your closet was anything to go by, you thought about him as much as he thought about you—possibly even more.

That was enough to cement it—this was a dream come true. Fuck anything his master told him about staying grounded to reality, this was his reality now.

"I understand if you want to leave, I think there's a hotel nearby you can stay at, I'll even drive you there if you want," you said, snapping him back to the moment.

He shot you an odd look. "I don't want to leave. Why would I want to leave?"

You mirrored his expression, "You're not weirded out?"

"Why would I be weirded out?" He didn't understand what the big deal was. He was interested in you, you were interested in him. Everything was settled.

"I mean, I have a shrine of you. That's objectively pretty weird."

Tomura didn't care about what other people considered weird. They were usually wrong, or just being judgemental. Besides, it was you. He shrugged. "It's not weird. I would've had one of you if I could."

You looked shocked. "What?"

Did he need to spell it out for you? Fine. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

For a moment, you stilled, and Tomura briefly questioned if he got everything wrong. Maybe the art of you sitting on his dick meant something else. But then slowly, you started to move in tandem with him, your arms snaked around his neck, one hand entangling with his hair and slowly tugging on the strands. A low groan escaped him, and you used the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, drawing another moan from him. Tomura needed you closer, needed you against him—with a finger lifted, he grasped you by your hips, pulling you to his front.

"Fuck," Tomura hissed, painfully aware of how hard he was as you brushed against his cock. He felt embarrassed by how quickly he got hard. It wasn't fair, he was finally getting everything he wanted, why was his stupid dick trying to make him come in three seconds—his mind went blank you rubbed up against him again, grinding against his length with a gasp.

You pulled away from his mouth to attack his neck instead, palming his length through his jeans. "Let me suck your dick," you murmured in between sucking several marks above his collarbone, "I've been wanting to do it for so long, please—"

He sucked in a breath, finding it hard to think clearly. He had gripped his dick to the thought of you in ten million different ways before this. On your back, moaning as he fucked into you. On your knees, face covered in his cum. Spooning you, his cock buried deep inside of your cunt. There was so much he wanted to do, he couldn't decide which to do first.

His hands gripped your ass, kneading at your flesh as he tried to process what you said. "I wanna eat you out. Maybe just—" he remembered something he saw in porn once, "—just sit on my face while you suck it. That way we both get what we want."

You froze, then shuddered. "Fuck, hold on—" You pulled out of his grasp to rush over to close the door, shutting Imo out. Tomura almost felt bad for the poor dog. But then again, being in the same room while his owner got railed seemed pretty traumatizing. Imo would be happier out there.

You rushed over to your bed, throwing several plushies to the floor. Tomura didn't know how he didn't notice before, but some of them were of him. The majority were, actually. Before you could finish, he followed you to the bed, crawling on top of you and kissing the shell of your ear. "You can leave them, I don't care."

You pressed against his front, and he took the opportunity to slide his hand up your shirt and under your bra, tweaking your nipple between two fingers. Your back arched against him with a gasp. "Tomura," you whimpered, flipping around to lay on your back and pull him on top of you.

You undid his pants and slipped a hand under the waistband of his boxers. Tomura gasped as you grasped his length, giving his cock a few tentative strokes. "Tomura," you cooed in his ear, chuckling as he moaned. This was too much. He shut his eyes tight and buried his face in your neck, trying not to come in his pants. His name sounded so nice coming out of your mouth. "Let me suck your dick."

"Fine, fuck, okay,"he hissed, trying to stop himself from rutting into your hand. He pulled away before he could come all over your fingers, leaning back and pulling you on top of him.

With shaking yet careful fingers, he used his quirk to decay your shirt and pants, leaving you in just your underwear. His eyes traced greedily over the slopes and curves of your body as he desperately tried to memorize your form—an image that would occupy his wet dreams for the rest of forever.

You giggled as you leaned in to kiss him again, "I've always wanted you to do that."

"Fuck. Turn around," he tapped your hip impatiently. "Sit on my face."

You shifted, hovering your pussy over his chin, and Tomura's eyes widened. You were already soaking wet—all for him. "Are you sure? I don't want to crush you, or-"

Tomura couldn't find it in him to care if you crushed him. If this was how he died, he'd die a happy man. Grabbing you by the hips, he tugged you to him, your legs coming on either side of his head and boxing him in. He nosed your core and inhaled, before swiping his tongue over you, letting your wetness coat his tongue. One taste wasn't enough—he needed this, he needed more—

His mind went blank as your tongue swiped over the tip of his cock, a low moan filling the room. Another strangled moan escaped him as you as you took him deeper into your mouth, slowly bobbing up and down. He couldn't even warn you as thick, hot ropes of cum painted your mouth and dripped lips as he convulsed, cock twitching in your mouth.

"You did so good," you assured as you cleaned him up, licking every drop of cum off his oversensitive dick.

Tomura whimpered, trying to gather himself while holding onto you tight. You began to pepper soft kisses to his hip as he took a deep breath, finally finding the words, "Stay put, I'm not done."

His lips and tongue found their way to your clit, sucking at and lapping at the bud, until you were gasping, pressing your face into his hip. With one hand, he carefully inserted two fingers into you, curling them down against your g-spot. Starting slow, he started to pump his fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit. Tomura began to finger-fuck you in earnest, finding a pace that you moaning, bucking your clit into his mouth and clenching and gushing around him.

"C'mere," he mumbled as you turned to lay parallel to him, chest-to-chest, leaning down to give him another sloppy kiss. You tasted like him. He was sure he tasted like you, too—and something about that made his dick twitch.

You eyed him warily before sitting up, grinding your wet pussy against the length of his hardening cock with a grin, "Can I ride you?"

He had a feeling he was in for a long night, sitting up to meet you with a grin. "Yeah."

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cold mornings

t.shigaraki x fem!reader -> 2.6k words tags: post-war tomura, teasing, established relationship, morning sex, rough, praise, slight overstim, oral m&f receiving, tomura & reader are switches, some slight plot but not really, body worship, weight gain mention (/pos), disabled tomura (prosthetic mention), not proofread. be nice to me. a/n: we're so fuckign back.

it's cold outside.

cold, and the windows are rattling from the wind, the panes shivering more than the pedestrians on the street below. the draft slips through the uneven sealing on the glass, brushing over your face and numbing your nose slightly. your bedroom never retained heat well; the age of the apartment building definitely revealed itself during any sort of weather.

tomura stirs lightly, sprawling a heavy leg across you, humming to himself as he coils around your body for warmth. like a cat, you don’t want to move— just in case you offend him even 0.01% and cause him to move away. you laid there rigidly, letting him settle over you, waiting for his breathing to slow again before fixing the blanket again.

times like these weren’t rare anymore. it just took a while to get here. and if you had to deal with his starfish sleep positions, his blanket hogging, his weird twitches, you would. you would choke on his long white hair as it fell over your face in the morning, kiss his pitted scars, and reach for an unknowingly empty water bottle after he drank it all in the middle of the night. you’d do this, you already do this, because you once knew the feeling without it.

“i love you,” he mumbles into your neck. his breath is warm, rough with sleep and low temperatures. your fingers, absentmindedly, slip into his hair at the base of his neck, scratching softly at his skin.

“i love you”.

you both say it as a statement, never a reply, never a return. it’s not “i love you, too”, because the “too” makes it feel like that’s just what you’re supposed to say. its always “i love you” as a whole, a full chested fact instead of an addendum.

and you both lost the “i love you most” war years ago.

“‘s cold in here” he tucks his forehead into the pillows, snaking himself under your arm into a position that cannot be comfortable. you wriggle down, tangling your own leg between his thighs, until your lips meet his chest and your eyes stare up at him, the sunlight catching against his cheek in little beams. his eyes are still half-closed, one eye squinting against the brightness, that familiar carmine looking down at you. “and bright,” he adds, rubbing at his eyes with flat palms.

“that’s what happens when the sun rises.” you plant a soft kiss to his chest, letting your lips hover on his warm skin.

“you’re so fucking funny,” he grumbles. “i bet you’ll tell me it’s cold out cause it’s winter, too?”

his hand traces over your body, the prosthetic fingers freezing against your bare skin. you hiss, batting the metal tips, which earns a very evil-sounding giggle from him. they sink into your hip, his other hand pressing against your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his. soft lips catch your own, and you hum in response.

tomura’s almost twenty six now— but you remember twenty four, the year the trial finally ended. twenty three, the year touya was declared stable enough to be released. twenty two, just a few months after the war had ended, and everything was still so fragile; phone calls and appointments and uncertainty. twenty one, when the league was growing from a pipe dream, filled with cheap liquor and basement smell. and in all of that time, you loved him, you love him now, and that's the only thing that’s remained unchanged.

almost five years seems like such a long time on paper. but it’s not. you still cling to the way he tastes, still memorize the way his hair falls past his shoulders, just in case. even right now, you plant the feeling of his lips, and the way they mold into yours like god intended them to always be there, into a wrinkle in your brain to never be removed.

he pulls away first, tiling your chin still. “what are you thinking about?”

“you,” you answer him plainly.

he grunts, stretching a leg out, his joints popping. “oh yeah?”

“yeah, is that so hard to believe?”

he laughs, mouth pulled back into a tiny, pretty smile. “very. there’s a ton of better things to think about than my weird ass".”

“i happen to think your ass is amazing, not weird at all”.

“whoa.”

“whoa.”

his now-warmed fingers tap on your hip, “walking” themselves down your thigh, as your laughing disturbs the birds outside. the sun is rising higher, blinding you as you try to look out the window. while you’re distracted, his hand squeezes into your ass, pulling you into him further. “hey,” you try to start, but he shushes you with another kiss, pulling you on top of him in one swift, calculated move.

“‘hey’ nothing. let me see you.” his eyes flutter as they rake over you—hair messy, in a t-shirt four times your size— like it’s the first time he’s seen the sun. the wave of cold air that slaps you as the duvet falls from your shoulders makes you shiver slightly, and he runs his hands down your arms.

bending down to meet his face, you feel him press up into you, boxers doing practically nothing to hide it. the flushing of his cheeks doesn’t help, either.

“please,” his breath tickles over your lips, voice still rough. “i’ve been so good, baby, been waiting so long.”

its been two days, mind you.

he bites his lip, sanguine eyes starving and wet. he drives his hips into you again, like a punctuation, and you can’t help but smile against his cheek, pressing kisses to the soft skin.

“hmm,” you graze his ear, pulling hair back from his neck. “hmmmmm….”

this pushes him further, and he’s rutting against you like it’s his job now. perfect.

“baby, please…” his words are getting caught in his throat as he begs, his demeanor shifting. even after all this time, he was still just as needy. “please?”

your shirt is thrown to the floor, the duvet kicked off his legs. he moans, fingers curling into your thighs, squishing into the plush skin. you’re pulling down his boxers, his tip smacking his tummy, a bead of pre dripping down into the soft trail of hair.

“fffuck,” he throws his head back as you wrap your lips around him, tasting his skin. his legs shift up, knees bending. he tries to thrust into your throat, but you wrap a hand around the base of his shaft, desperate to take your time with him. the chill from outside dissipates, the heat between the both of you is suffocating. his body clouds your mind, the smell of his salty, warm skin snags at your nerves.

he looks so pretty laid out in front of you, legs parted, breath catching in his chest. it was something you could never tire of, something you craved like air. and even more-so now, his body healing and his mind changing, he remained beautiful and perfect. his eyes weren’t as sunken, ribs no longer protruding from his torso. weight filling in the blank spaces, muscles repairing themselves slowly. softness, warmth, tangible and intimate. your eyes flick up, catching his pinked cheeks and parted lips, and you take the rest of him into your mouth, down your throat. he gasps, hands curling into the sheets, yanking them off the corners of the mattress as he bucks up, tip smacking against the back of your throat. mechanical fingers tangle into your hair as you swallow him down, tongue flat against his shaft, curling around his tip like a treat. your nose buries into the tuft of whiteish hair, smelling salty-sweet— and it only makes you want more. you suck harder, cheeks hollowing out, thanking whatever god for him.

the window rattles, fogging up from his rapid breathing and your own body in a fever-state. it feels rushing and red as blood pumps through your body, your core tightening at the sound of his mewling. short little huffs of breath curl in the air, the mattress squeaks as you drive yourself against your hand, eliciting a soft moan against his strained cock.

he cums hard against your throat, filling your mouth with sticky seed with an array of colorful words and shaky legs. you both take a second, the heavy breathing between you the only sound left around you. and for a second, you think he’s tapped out, until he sits up plainly, grabs you again, and pushes you down with your back against the mattress.

without speaking, he undresses you completely, throwing the clothes to the side, into some sort of void. the cold air returns, brushing against your nipples and making your back arch. he takes one in his mouth, fingers toying with the other, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. he moans into your breasts, and tries his hardest to not bite too deeply. it’s too much, he’s not even inside yet, it’s too fucking much.

he stops, looking down at you. his gaze is anything but relaxed, eros seeping from his drunken smile and crazed eyes. “fuck, i need you.” he trails kisses down your neck and shoulder, biting into it, leaving a soft red mark. he covers you in petaled pinks, until his lips find your thighs. he lowers himself between them, eyes a silent plead as you part them further, his tongue immediately darting for your dripping center. he moans, pulling your legs over his shoulders so he can reach even deeper with his tongue. he then stretches you with two long fingers, curling and crossing them inside of you, tapping that spot over and over as his lips and tongue abuse your swollen clit. the tugging feeling grows inside of you, swelling dangerously, forcing cries from your pouty lips.

“fuck, fu— tomura, stop, stop, i’m—”

he doesn't stop, instead, he doubles down, going faster. his tongue flicks over while he lets out a harsh laugh. “yeah?” that fucking condescending smile flashes at you, and you tighten around his fingers pumping inside of you.

“tomura, stop, ‘m gonna c—”

he nips at your clit, humming against it. “mhm. give it to me, baby. i’m hungry.” his words drawl, slickened with arousal and pining. its enough to make that tugging rope go slack, and your hips rocket upward as you cum. you feel the heat crash over you, coating his teeth and tongue, and he licks it all up, sucking gratefully as you spill into his mouth. he swallows, buckles, and goes back down, cleaning you up all the way before popping his shiny fingers into his mouth and darting his tongue out to lap up the very last drop.

his chin is glittering with stickiness, and he giggles to himself as he wipes it with the back of his dry hand. “someone wanted that,” he comments lightly before lining up his still-heavy cock with your twitching entrance, sighing as he drags your essence down his length. he pumps it slowly, eyes latched on your face watching him, mouth still open and now upturned, an ode to pure lust.

“yeah, you.” you try to retort, but he just chuckles once before slipping his tip inside of you, the dusty pink color disappearing between your folds. you both shut up at that, too focused on the feeling to fight back. he hovers above you, gripping your sides with shaky fingers as he slips more of himself inside.

his soft moans dip into growls, he’s holding himself back. he lets his cock split you open slowly, the weight of it sinking inside deliciously. it’s almost dragging, gnawing at your insides, choking your brain until it melts to mush.

he snaps his hips once, and you can’t speak. you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix once, then twice, as his pace picks up gradually. a leg hooks around his side, the other he lifts up and holds tightly under his arm. he sits back onto his knees for better leverage to drive you straight into the fucking mattress.

his thrusts get faster, harder, pounding you roughly— a disgusting contrast against the beautiful morning sun, he fucks like he’s proving a point. the mattress groans and squeaks, the bed-frame rocking against the wall, protesting it’s accompaniment in the sick act. you’re sure that the neighbors, the birds, and even the poor bastards in the building ten feet over can hear as tomura wrecks you, pumping into your tight cunt like it owes him something. he looks it, too, his face dangerously possessive now, like tasting you was all he needed to remember exactly who the fuck he is.

“you take me so fucking well, huh?” he’s so in love with you, you can feel it in the way his cock trembles inside of you, seconds away from filling you up and going again. but he holds back, he’s getting off on the way you just look at him, doe-like and glazed over. your nails search for any of him to dig into, making contact with his arm at your side. “you’re so fucking good, you’re so fucking good to me, baby. letting my cock ruin you, takin’ care a’ me, feeding me…” he trails off, groaning as your soft noises act as a response to his filth.

he fucks into you harder, which you didn't think was possible. a prominent crack sound warbles out from under the bed, and you can tell the bed-frame is spent. you don’t care, though, you’re drunk on tomura’s cock, his pretty lips uttering depravity, the beads of sweat forming on his thick shoulders. it’s too good, and you cant help when your own hand finds your clit, desperate for more and more and more.

“mmm, can’t get enough, huh? you gonna cum all over me?” he teases, his own orgasm dangerously close. you nod, mewling out as he sinks his teeth into your neck, lapping at the slight sheen on your pretty skin.

he wraps his arms underneath you, jacking up into you, and you feel so tiny in his arms right now, so malleable. you completely let go, that small feeling soaking into you as you realize just how good he is for you. he nips at your ear, “you’d better cum on this cock soon, before i fill you up.”

his threat is empty, but you don't know that as your body pulls him in. “yeah, you like that? you want me to fill you up?” you can’t really respond, so you just whine into his chest, hoping it’s enough for him. you feel that burning rope, and you beg him to stay right there, keep going just like that, with increasingly higher and louder moans. he gets the message— rocking into you, keeping his angle just right, until you’re unraveling all over his thick cock, spilling out around the sides.

“fuck, that’s it, ’s my girl—ah fuck, fuck,” he says between pants, and he pulls out slowly before coating your thighs with a white-hot splatter. he trembles, groaning as he pumps his cock twice, his hand coated in sticky sweetness.

you both come down, the chill settling back into the room as you clean each other off. he presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips, and you can still taste yourself on him, which makes you flutter slightly. he sits back, breathing heavily as he chuckles, and you pull the duvet back over yourself. it starts snowing outside, and you wipe the last of the condensation off the window to see it better.

“i fucking love you”. he breathes out, and you hum.

“i fucking love you”.

you reach for the water bottle on the nightstand, trying to take a sip before realizing its empty. every fucking time.

you wouldn’t change that for the world.

[k-quo]

★All This Just for Me★

Synopsis: Idia absolutely loves it when you get all dolled up. You just look so stunning that he has to fuck you now.

Warning! Porn no plot, clothed sex, spit, praise, ruined makeup, pussydrunk!Idia, hints of edging

It was one thing to roleplay with Idia, and it was another to fuck you while you were dolled up.

Yet again, how did he manage to convince you to have sex in such a pretty outfit? You don't know either. Something about pretty boys begging on their knees or something.

And now you find yourself lying comfortably on his bed as he buried his nose onto your clothed pussy. Idia kept babbling about how he doesn't want to soil your outfit, wanting to preserve the beauty of it while he fucked you senseless.

“Idia… Hurry up, come on…” Your thighs trembled with anticipation; the way his cold fingers ghosted over your barely exposed skin had you writhing for more. The asshole sure took his time, and it was pissing you off more.

He dragged his tongue along the slit of your pussy, dampening your panties even more. A guttural moan escaped his lips, hands gripping the hem of your lacy skirt. Who gave you the right to look so disgustingly beautiful? And all of this was for him? Surely, there's some sort of catch to this.

His fingers moved your panties aside, whining loudly at the sight of your drenched pussy. “So pretty, gonna fuck this pretty pussy so good…” Idia was babbling again, that filthy mouth of his spewing nonsense that only riled you up more.

He still had the decency to prep you, his slender fingers thrusting into you with fervor. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, swallowing every moan that slipped out of your mouth. Idia absolutely adored you and everything you do for him. Each kiss had its own praise, and it only served to make you dizzier.

His lips traveled lower, leaving marks all over your neck and collarbone. Idia dared not to remove even a single accessory from your body. He wanted it all on while he fucked you senseless. You were simply too pretty for him. All dressed up in a puffy lace dress with thigh highs that hugged your legs so deliciously. Fuck, all of this was for him?

“Gonna fuck you s'good… So pretty just for me…”

His hands quickly fumbled on his pants, letting his hard cock spring out from its confines. He gave it a few strokes before aligning it to your entrance and thrusting in without another thought. Idia didn't wait for you to adjust—the warm feeling that surrounded his cock was enough for him to lose all control.

His words mixed with the way he whimpered so pathetically had you clenching down on his cock. God, he was so sexy like this, fucking you into oblivion while he kept on repeating how pretty you were. The praise immediately got into your head, and you only ever wanted to hear him say such things about you. The more he talked, the closer you got to your climax.

“Shi—! Idi—close, so so so clos—!” You could barely contain your moans anymore. Every time he drove his cock deeper, he had you screaming his name. Who knew an introverted man like him would be so good at fucking you?

Despite the haziness in Idia's mind, he didn't want this to end so quickly. He immediately stopped his thrusts, taking a few deep breaths as he looked down at you. Eyes raking in your clothed figure—what did he do to deserve such a beautiful woman?

“Not yet… I don't want this to end…” Idia buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet perfume you always wore. His hips grinded slowly into your pussy, repeatedly hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Don't come yet, okay? You can do that for me, right?” His words were sickeningly sweet. Your head nodding vigorously at his request.

Instead of pounding your pussy, his hips thrust slowly. Pulling out until the tip was only inside before shoving it again. Idia kept repeating this with a slow rhythm. His hands holding your leg up to drive his cock deeper. Fuck, you feel so good. He could feel his cock melting at very time he thrust back in.

His lips began to press kisses along your legs, nipping at your stockings, pulling them slightly before releasing them with a snap. The sharp pain from it causes you to whimper along with his slow yet harsh thrusts.

You could barely hold it together. You needed to come so bad. “Pl-please… Fuck! Id—! Let me co—ahh!—ome!” Tears began to stream down your cheeks; the mascara you wore dripped along, painting a streak of black on your face.

You just had to get prettier. The sight of your ruined makeup made him snap, his hands now placing you into a mating press as he pounded your abused pussy. The feeling of his cock getting deeper made your mind go blank. You could only remember his name with how much you wanted to orgasm.

“Wanna come for me? Gon’ look so pretty cre-creaming all over my cock…”

Each filthy word had you closer to the edge. It wasn't until Idia grabbed your face, forcing your mouth open as he let his spit drip into your mouth, that you came. Your body tensing beneath him as your cunt clenched and spasmed around his cock.

Your own orgasm triggered his. Idia immediately pulled out, pumping his cock a few more times before coming all over your clothes. His hazy eyes caught a glimpse of how stunning you looked covered in his cum, his body immediately flopping on top of you.

“Ugh, Idia, you ruined my dress!” Your words seemed to go unnoticed by the man on top of you. Seemingly mumbling something incoherent. “GG, 10/10 would go again."

Was this some game to him? Ugh, this weirdo.

[confessionsandcreampies-deactiv]

ᖭི winged instincts ᖫྀ

a mothmura story for all tomura fans, but especially @unlovablelover @addicted2tomura @sillybrainrotter / picture credits to @shiori01

he wasn’t supposed to have favorites. that’s what the lead researcher had said, at least, scowling as she watched tomura’s unblinking red eyes follow your every move through the thick glass of observation chamber 6. you’d just set the tray down, his real food, not the synthetic nutrient paste the others fed him, and started noting his condition when he shifted.

his wings shuddered. heavy, iridescent, pulsing in faint motion behind him. claws curled against the ground. and those eyes, always bloodshot and dilated, drank you in like he was starving for something no one else could give him.

“you bring him real meals?” they’d asked. “why?”

you’d shrugged. “he doesn’t eat the paste. and he’s more cooperative when i patch him up.”

but that wasn’t the whole truth. shigaraki—subject th-01 on the logs, tomura when he whispered his name to you through the reinforced glass—was more than a test subject to you. there was something in the way he moved when he saw you. the way his antennae trembled as though trying to catch your scent. the way he pressed closer when you leaned in to inspect the cuts on his arms, careful not to startle him, even though you both knew he could destroy you in a blink.

he didn’t, though. not with you. not even when they had to tranquilize him for bloodwork. he lashed out at everyone but you. they noticed.

“you’re… close with him,” dr. yanagida said one morning, clipboard in hand. “comfortable. and he’s… well. he’s entering the cycle.”

you blinked. “cycle?”

“mating season.” she didn’t even flinch as she said it. “we’ve monitored the hormone spike. pheromonal activity. aggression. territoriality. it’s beginning. and considering the failed compatibility trials last year…”

you stood a little straighter. “he tore them apart.”

“exactly.” dr. yanagida’s eyes glinted behind her glasses. “but not you.”

your stomach turned. “you’re not seriously suggesting—”

“purely for observation. controlled exposure. you’d be safe. he trusts you. we just want to see how he reacts.”

but you already knew. you’d felt it building in the air, thick and electric, every time you stepped into the room. the way he breathed harder. the way his claws flexed. the quiet, guttural sounds he made when he saw you. not pain, not rage… need.

“you’d be compensated, of course,” she added, as if that made it better.

when you entered the chamber that evening, something had already shifted. the lights were low. the air was warmer than usual, humid, even. you knew they were testing environmental triggers.

tomura sat in the center of the room, his wings draped low, dragging along the floor like a velvet cloak. his shirt was half-torn from earlier sedation, bandages on his forearms stained with old blood. but his gaze snapped up the second the door hissed open.

you didn’t speak. you just approached quietly with the kit. he made a low, scratchy sound, almost a growl. “easy,” you whispered, kneeling beside him. “let me fix you up.”

his breath hitched. when your fingers brushed his skin, the heat coming off his body was searing. he shuddered.

“they said something today,” you murmured, taping gauze along a torn patch of his chest. he tilted his head. “they said i should stay. with you. for research.”

tomura’s wings rose, high and wide. his antennae twitched violently. he was breathing fast now. his claws dug into the floor beside you.

“do you want that?” you asked, barely louder than a breath.

and then he moved slightly, leaning in, close enough that you could feel the pulse of heat radiating off him. his lips parted.

“i don’t want anyone else,” he rasped. “just you.”

they called it an exposure trial. the words sounded sterile, cold. but nothing about the room felt that way. they’d lowered the lights to mimic dusk, increased the humidity again, even brought in organic nesting materials. shredded cloth, moss, a bundle of woven fibers like a primitive bed. and then they’d put you inside. alone.

well, not alone. tomura had been waiting.

he was already in a state when you entered. his body shook with restraint. his wings were high, twitching, as though straining against invisible binds. his claws scraped, tapped again on the concrete floor. the black slits of his pupils were nearly lost in a flood of red. he smelled different too. feral, thick, the air saturated with pheromones that made your mouth go dry and your thighs press together before you even knew you were reacting.

the researchers said they’d be watching from the other side of the glass. said you could call out if things escalated. but when the door sealed behind you with that airtight hiss, it felt like they’d abandoned you on purpose. you took one step in and he growled.

“tomura,” you breathed. “it’s me.”

he lunged. not at you, but past you, wings flaring wide as he circled you like a caged beast. his breath came in hard, panting gasps. he wasn’t speaking. not yet. he was scenting. the moment you turned your head, he was behind you. his hand slammed against the wall beside your face, claws embedded in the concrete, his chest pressing up against your back, heat blistering between your bodies.

“mine,” he rasped. “you’re mine.”

your breath hitched. “they told me to come. to see how you’d react.”

“react?” his voice was raw, cracking under the weight of his instinct. “i’ve been reacting for weeks. i can’t sleep. i can’t fucking think.”

he shoved his nose into your hair, inhaling like he needed your scent in his lungs to survive. the sharp edge of his teeth grazed your throat, but he didn’t bite.

“you smell like them,” he snarled. “like the ones who touch you. talk to you. not me. not me.”

you turned slowly in his grip, heart pounding, hands rising to press lightly against his chest. his skin was hot to the touch, sweat glistening across his collarbones. his wings shivered when you touched him.

“you want to scent me?” you whispered.

he stilled. then he jerkily and desperately nodded once. your fingers slid up his chest, to his neck, then into his hair. he whimpered. you’d never heard a sound like that from him. not pain, not rage… submission.

“they’re watching,” you murmured. “cameras. audio. all of it.”

“i don’t care.” he buried his face in your neck. “i’ll fuck you against the glass. let them watch. let them see you become mine.”

you gasped as heat coiled low in your belly. this was a bad idea. this was the worst idea. and yet you reached for the waistband of his pants anyway. his growl became a moan, guttural and shaking. his wings flexed wide, like a creature about to claim.

“you’re in heat,” you said.

“no,” he breathed. “we are.”

your hands were shaking from the anticipation crawling under your skin like a second heartbeat. you should’ve pushed him away. should’ve called out, used the safe phrase they drilled into you. but when his hands gripped your hips like they’d earned you, when his tongue dragged up the side of your throat, when his body pressed you into the nest like he’d die without this? you didn’t say a damn word.

tomura loomed over you, his wings folding around the two of you in a cocoon of shadow. his breath was ragged, every exhale a guttural growl of restraint he couldn’t hold much longer.

“i smell it,” he rasped, nuzzling between your breasts. “you want it. you want me.”

“yes,” you gasped. “god, yes—tomura, i—”

he didn’t give you time to finish. his claws tore your clothes with surgical precision. shirt shredded. pants yanked down your thighs. he was drooling, literally drooling, pupils blown wide, his mouth trembling with need. his tongue dragged down your stomach, rough and hot and when he shoved your thighs apart with a low, primal grunt, you felt the heat bloom between your legs. slick, already dripping, soaked just from scent and tension alone. he moaned like it hurt.

“gonna nest you,” he muttered. “gonna put it in, fuck you until it sticks. until they smell me on you for weeks.”

his cock was already out. it was thick, flushed deep pink, with a vein throbbing up the underside. you caught only a glimpse before he shoved your thighs up, folding you in half, wings trembling as his hips aligned with yours.

“you want me to use it?” he hissed. “you want me to fuck my heat into you?”

“yes.”

he didn’t wait another second. the first push was too much, too fast, but you didn’t care. the stretch, the burn, the sheer fill of him made your back arch off the nest. he snarled and grabbed your hips, grinding deep until you screamed in shock.

“fucking perfect,” he breathed. “tight, hot, wet for me—mine—mine—mine.”

his thrusts were wild and unrestrained. he fucked like an instinct, like centuries of primal memory lived in his spine and you were the key to all of it. your nails dug into his back, but he only moaned louder, harder, the sting fueling him.

“take it,” he hissed. “let me breed you. let me fill you. let them watch you take all of me.”

your thighs shook. pleasure built fast, too fast, your nerves alight, your mind fuzzy with his scent, his heat, the unrelenting pounding of his cock inside you.

“say it,” he growled, fucking you harder. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours—fuck, tomura—i’m yours!”

that did it. he snarled against your throat, buried to the hilt and came like a monster. hot, thick, flooding you with so much cum it spilled out instantly. he rutted through it, fucking it deeper, still twitching inside you as your orgasm ripped through you. your legs locked around his hips, wings shuddering above you both. you barely noticed the cameras. you barely heard the murmurs from behind the glass. you only heard his whimpers and whispers.

“mine. gonna keep you. gonna make a nest for you. they can’t have you anymore.”

and as you lay there, sweat-slicked and ruined in the warmth of his body, you realized that you didn’t want to leave.

they told you it would be one night. one controlled exposure. one data collection window. one brief containment breach of boundaries. but once you’d mated, once your body reeked of him, slick with his scent, his seed still leaking from your thighs, they realized they’d made a mistake. they couldn’t take you back.

you woke in the nest. the room was warmer than before. still thick with his pheromones, your scent interlaced with his, humid and heavy like summer air before a storm. you shifted, muscles sore, thighs sticky and felt arms around you. wings draped like a veil. claws curled possessively over your hip. tomura was still inside you. soft now, but still there. breathing slow, deep. his face buried in the crook of your neck like you were his only anchor to reality.

you moved slightly and his body tensed. “you’re not leaving,” he murmured. “they’ll try. they’ll come in here and drag you out. but they won’t take you.”

“tomura—”

“i’ll kill them.” he sat up, red eyes blazing feral in the light. “i’ll break the glass. tear them open. i’ll burn this whole fucking facility down if they touch you again.”

you sat up slowly, hand on his chest. “you wouldn’t survive that.”

“i don’t care.” his claws tightened on your waist. “they made me a monster. but you—” his voice cracked. “you made me want.”

a soft chime echoed. the door’s lock hissed and you both froze.

then the intercom buzzed. “subject th-01, step away from the researcher. doctor, please prepare for extraction.”

tomura’s head turned toward the glass. you’d never seen him like that. not even during sedations. not even when they hurt him.

this wasn’t rage. this was devastation. grief. like he was about to be carved in half.

you didn’t move. he growled then, loud and sharp. wings unfurled in a terrifying sweep. his body moved in front of yours, shielding you completely.

“if you don’t comply,” the voice continued, “we will release containment gas.”

you swallowed. they would knock him out. drag you out. ruin him.

you stood suddenly. tomura turned panicked, like you were leaving him already. but you just touched his chest and pressed your palm over his pounding heart. then you looked at the camera and lifted your chin.

“i’m staying.” silence. he blinked. you turned back to him and held his face between your hands. “they’ll fight it,” you whispered. “but i’m not leaving this room.”

something broke in his eyes. his claws touched your hips so gently now. like you weren’t just a mate. you were a miracle.

“i’ll keep you safe,” he promised. “i’ll guard the nest. i’ll take care of you.”

you kissed him softly. “i know.”

behind the glass, alarms buzzed faintly. protocols snapped into place. papers rustled. voices shouted. but inside the nest, he wrapped you in his wings and the world ceased to exist.

[moonie-rambles]

a love this deep won't stay buried!

Lisa Frankenstein! Reader x Creature! Tomura Shigaraki.

Summary: You are an unprofessional archeologist, a self-taught historian, whatever you want to call yourself. And the one thing you're addicted to? The past Symbol of Fear, dead for about ten years now. They should've never allowed a mad person like you in that abandoned cemetery.

As it turns out, romance is dead. But you wouldn't worry, you just revived yours!

Reader is... no pronouns here, but the reader is AFAB.

Word Count: 5.7k words. Read on AO3 here.

Confess, Moonie: Hi everyone! This is my Halloween 2025 special, and just my first Halloween special in general! I hope you enjoy it. Shigaraki, my beloved, is my pick for this year. I watched Lisa Frankenstein, and since I'm going to be her for Halloween, I decided to make a fic inspired by this iconic movie. As always, your support is greatly appreciated, and I wish you a good read. Happy Halloween!

CONTENT WARNING: Graphic descriptions of dismemberment, too many blood mentions, murder descriptions, SMUT (only to third base, vaginal fingering with the reader receiving, Shigaraki has a praise kink), technically age gap? Technically necro-romancing (very consensual though)? And obsessive character & thoughts.

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT REANIMATE.

Swing!

You hum with a smile, watching the not-so-sweet final rest of your latest victim, who had been knocked out with your chloroform-soaked handkerchief.

Your creature, Shigaraki, sets the dismembered guy's head to the side, handing you his bloody axe as well, before shoving his hand in his jacket's pocket to pick up the knife on him. He crouches, taking the head in his lap and opening the head's mouth. Two fingers hold the tongue...

Shing!

Finishing the job. Another part down.

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You're not sure where the fascination started; it feels like forever.

You heard the story over and over again. Years ago, when you were about ten years old, you saw it on TV. The Symbol of Fear, the most terrifying man Japan has ever seen, go down. What lasted of him was buried, his death was celebrated.

"Shigaraki Tomura, the Symbol of Fear, has died at age twenty-one. The Hero Commission says—"

"He was terrible, a manchild with no purpose other than destruction—"

"—justified in every action, Pro Hero Endeavor stated, backing up the claims—"

"The Hero Commission sends our best regards to his victims' families—" "Find it in ourselves to forget this dark era—" "—Continue with society and move forward, as it was—"

"A necessary ending."

The media states that, pamphlets in every history book, his name becomes a curse on the tongue. The day Shigaraki Tomura died could've been a holiday at this rate.

You envied whoever got to know him, talk to him in person while he was alive. Was he that mad? That evil? Was there truly no purpose? Villains don't just decide they're going to become one, there is always something, an objective, or a mission to fulfill.

What was Tomura's mission? What had he aimed for?

People will say it's greed for a higher power; it's envy for heroes and their idolization; it's lust for destruction by his own hands.

Theories can be made, the harder part is confirming any of them. How would they? The dead don't talk, isn't that why he was killed, too? To prevent his ideas from reaching more.

You are terribly unconvinced, and this man has been your obsession for the last years. Hidden obsession, of course.

It's not difficult to wonder, you find yourself doing that often. If Shigaraki Tomura was alive, could've he convinced you? You wanted to listen to his words, open his head and check every brain worm, see if there was any sign inside that he would turn out like... that.

It's no surprise you would frequent the cemetery he was buried in quite frequently.

The place was in the middle of a forest now. Once, it had been perfectly clean, but due to rumors of His bad energy (they are not letting him rest in peace, his name is still wicked), the frequency of visitors started to slow.

Even those with family members there started to stop going. More and more graves were covered in vines, until simply... no one had a clue of where it was. And honestly, nobody intended to find out.

Except you.

His grave is almost a mockery towards the man buried there. They aren't satisfied with just one name, it seems.

Shigaraki Tomura (Shimura Tenko)

4/4/201X — 203X

The Symbol Of Fear.

And just that.

No "beloved son", "beloved leader", "beloved man". Shigaraki Tomura went down without an ounce of love from someone.

And while it might seem logical to others, to you... it wouldn't. You've watched old clips, far back from when the League of Villains was still a thing. You could see it.

It was in the way the members acted, what the grainy cameras captured. You'd see Spinner's focus whenever he talked. How, even if seemingly annoyed, Dabi would engage in his talk. Compress's active participation, Toga's excitement, Twice's personalities stopping just to listen when he talked, the way none of them seemed stiff around him.

It was the most obvious case of found family you've seen.

Somehow, this so-called destructive, infantile, wreck of a man had managed to become comfort to some. And what is interesting is that... he became comfort for those who wanted revenge against the way society had treated them.

A domestic terrorist with a tinge of a moral ground for his allies.

How intriguing is that?

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This particular grave became a familiar sight to you by now.

Your boots have dirt stains, your clothes feel insufficient to the coming cold. And yet... here you are, setting red carnations on this former terror's grave.

"... I wonder what you'd think, of these." You spoke to no one in particular.

Every thought escaped you when you were here, spilled out of your mouth. It felt freeing, but you would be lying if you said you wished for an answer sometimes.

"Happy death-versary, Shigaraki... Shimura? Another question, which one would you prefer?"

Raising your hand, you kiss two of your fingers, index and middle, before pressing it to his picture.

The wind picked up, and when checking your phone for the weather, you realized you had to run. A storm was going to start pretty soon.

"Sorry, I can't stay too long. I'll come back tomorrow, after work, promise."

And with that, you take off, walking as fast as you could out of that place and back to the bus stop near the forest.

When the first thunder rumbles, and when the first lightning bolt strikes down, you're already at the comfort of your home.

Far away to see the cursed miracle that just when down.

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Shigaraki's first thought when he feels consciousness again is,

"Where the fuck am I?"

Laid down, he's enveloped in something wet, uncomfortable. Mud. So he punches up, with whatever strength he has, and feels his hand reach into more mud, but now, a tinge of water streams into it.

His bones pop in place; it's disgraceful and almost agonizing. His hand (singular) grabs onto the mud. He's panicking by now, dirt everywhere, he curls into himself and—

RUMBLE, CRACK!

A flash of light hits his eyes. Before he knows it, Shigaraki opens his eyes to find himself in a hole. Concrete at the edges indicated one thing.

He's back.

Tomura moves his body with every last fiber of his body, his head up as he practically swims up in the dirt. Is this how that Lemillion guy felt like on a daily basis?

His hand manages to hold onto the edge of the crumbled piece of concrete, and by kicking some mud under him (with much annoyance), impels himself up.

His stomach hits the edge of the newfound surface. Shigaraki, with a grunt, throws his good leg over it, climbing out and falling to the ground as pathetically as possible.

He feels terrible. His leg is weakened, and he's pretty sure the other one is popped out of place. He'd fix it if it weren't for the fact that one of his hands is missing. Where the fuck did that go?

So instead of getting up, he just lies there and thinks. He recalls his final battle, he recalls his final breath, he recalls Midoriya Izuku's eyes as Tomura Shigaraki ceased in front of him.

And now... he recalls something else. It's like the two bolts of lightning awoke more than just what he remembers in life, but in death too.

A voice talking to his tombstone, commentary about daily life, normalcy, and what the world still recalled of him. Opinions based on old videos of him, of old speeches, a death-versary celebrated three years in a row.

Who, in their mad mind, had compassion towards the dead body of a man that almost destroyed this very earth he just climbed out of?

Which makes him notice. He raises his lasting hand, eyes narrowing at the green color of his nails. Ew.

He tests it, taking his glove off (they had buried him with a singular artist's glove, what did they think his dead body could possibly do?). No ceremony, he touches all five fingers on a chunk of concrete...

...

Nothing.

No dust, no decay, nothing. Shigaraki wants to laugh and scream at the absurdity.

Truly, the only time he'd be free from his curse is by dying with it. But apparently, quirks don't count once you're a reanimated corpse. He can't say he's a reanimated person; there is no rush of blood in his veins, nor the breath in his rotted lungs.

To a certain degree, Tomura is still dead.

He can't speak, and it's no wonder why, really. He finds out he has no tongue, not anymore. But truly, that's the last of his worries. Tomura doesn't have his left hand or his right eye.

All he has is a voice of someone in his head, asking him how he'd prefer to be called.

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As promised, you come back the very next day.

After having the worst case of "nosy coworker who still invites me out for drinks despite me telling no for the hundredth time", you get out of the bus in the same spot. You had your bag with you, as well as a raincoat and an umbrella. Just in case.

You make the same old way, walking through the woods with little fear. If anything, someone else would get scared off if they saw you, black raincoat on and head lowered.

But when you get there, right by the gates... There is already someone there, sitting right on top of Tomura's tombstone.

Should you leave? No, you don't. The stranger has white hair, as you see from the back, doesn't even have a shirt on, just black pants and... a red cape.

The ground there seems scattered with concrete pieces, the dirt has a weird dip... into... Tomura's grave. It's broken.

There is no fucking way.

His head turns to you, and you feel dizzy, ecstatic, and terrified. Red eye, singular. But those familiar wrinkles, even with the weared skin (you thought it'd be worse, honestly), the dry lips...

That's Shigaraki Tomura. In some lasting flesh.

You take a tentative step back... and then forward again. Your brain is both static and has too many words going on. What are you supposed to do?

Shigaraki, on the other hand, just got up and immediately started making his way towards you. Some leaves are in his white hair, a bit of smudged dirt on his cheek. But it's him. Fuck.

He stops in front of you, and you feel prompted to talk.

"... Hi." What the fuck. The guy came back from the dead, the most destructive guy that lived this century, and that's all you say?

He grunts, mimicking a hello? He... can't talk? Huh?

"You can't talk?" You ask him.

Well, this is your life now. Talking to undead boys, Mary Shelley would've loved this.

Shigaraki shakes his head, a firm no. He opened his mouth, and oh— okay, no tongue, got it. Okay. Alright.

"This— well— fuck, sorry, I'm confused. How did you...?" You gestured towards him.

He just stares at you, deadpanning.

"Ah, right, can't answer." You reach into your bag, trying to see if you have anything, and take a Sharpie out of it. "There you go."

Tomura nudges your palm (you notice now that one of his hands is missing), and you hold it up for him. He takes the sharpie, opening with his mouth and holding the cap between his teeth.

Drawing, he makes a lightning bolt symbol on your wrist. You stare at it before processing. The storm from yesterday.

"... Holy shit, science fiction was right." You then focused back on the main point, "You can't stay here. If someone finds you again, this can be worse."

Shigaraki shrugs his shoulders. Right, why would someone who died before be phased by death anymore?

"I know, no biggie for you, but this..." You smile, tentatively, "... I can't lose this chance. I got too many questions."

You shrug off your raincoat, holding it up. Shigaraki's eye widens a bit in surprise, what would be an eyebrow raise... if he had one and his muscles weren't adjusting back to life.

With your help, he takes the cape off, and you button up the raincoat on him, throwing the hood over his head. The cape he wore is now folded into your bag. His wrist, the one without his hand, is covered by the raincoat.

"Come on, I'll pay for your bus ticket." You snorted, and he just followed you out of the forest.

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It's been about a week since you've been hiding the former Symbol of Fear in your house.

The house in question was an inheritance you got from your parents, your childhood home. Not the most luxurious, but just comfortable enough to live.

The first night had been a ruckus for you two. Shigaraki didn't like writing in pen and paper, so you let him borrow your laptop for that one. You wondered how he was so comfortable with you already.

And then he revealed that he could recall some of the things you said while he was six feet under the dirt. Briefly, you wanted to jump out of the window. He didn't seem to mind.

(He couldn't say out loud to you, but he felt weirdly flattered. That even after a decade dead, someone had cared for him enough to remember him.)

You two wondered and schemed on how to get a working hand for him. Prosthetics were expensive, not to mention they'd need to measure him for a custom one. Out of question.

Deep in your mind, you wondered... if you got organic body parts...

But invading cemeteries was out of question, and you doubt there would be any lasting hand in the abandoned one Shigaraki was buried in. He had been the last one there before society completely stopped using it.

The only way to get new ones would be to kill someone.

You kept that to yourself. Hold on. While he is a former villain, you feel a bit hesitant to go there. Especially to those who haven't done anything to you, unsuspecting victims.

You know it wouldn't take long for you to change the course of your morals, though.

You were getting a little desperate to hear his voice.

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You have a headache. And it's your irritating coworker, who decided that your constant "not interested" behavior was just you "playing hard to get".

You've told Tomura about that, over dinner that you ate while he watched you eat. He had no use for eating, anyway. He gripped the knife next to his empty plate, and you understood that he was angry on your behalf.

You're ashamed to admit it made your heart skip a beat.

There is a knock on your front door, and you groan as you get off the couch. You were just updating Tomura on this decade's good movies, who would dare to bother such peace?

Tomura went to hide in the kitchen, and your heart pained momentarily. You wished you could show him off to whoever was on the other side.

Opening the door, you had to contain the displeased groan in your throat. Or worse, the screech of surprise. How the fuck did he find your house—

"Hey." He tried to sound nonchalant.

You were already dreading this.

"Hi. Something wrong with work? I left the schedule with the manager, if that's what you're looking for this time." Prevention.

"Ah, come on. You know it's not work-related stuff, it's a Saturday." He flicked his wrist. "I was just walking by, going to that coffee shop you mentioned, y'know? I listened to you."

"Uh-huh."

"And I was just like, whoa, I should invite them to come with me!"

"Sorry, I'm busy."

He peeks his head inside your house, and you nudge him to go back. He raises his hands defensively.

"Whoa, now! Come on, just curious. You're always closed off at work, I just wanna befriend you." He smirked, "Are you watching movies? I can watch with you, change of plans even."

"Look, I'm not feeling good. I'm just having some alone time."

"No, no, it's fine. But I insist, I can make you feel better, just let me in—"

"Dude, you're being creepy." You told him, pushing him off with a sigh.

"What?! I'm just trying to be nice!" Ah, okay. "I'm just trying to be a good guy, I get worried, you know? You're too quiet at work, so professional. I'm just, y'know, trying not to leave you so alone to yourself. I read in a book that it's bad for your mental health and shit." You doubt he has finished any book in his life.

"Well, I'm perfectly fine. I'll ask for help when I actually need it, and it won't be from you."

"Why are you being bitchy?"

... What.

"Bitchy?! I just don't want you inside my house, we barely talked!"

"Yeah, that's bitchy behavior." He scoffs, shoving you to the side as he steps inside, "Look, just one hour. I'll be here for an hour. I just want to make sure you're okay."

Oh... hell no, you're going to jump him.

"Can't you see that I'm just worried—"

Before you could reach for the broom behind your door, a shovel made contact with the side of his face, sending him to the ground.

You put your hands over your mouth, muffling your own gasp. Shigaraki stands right over him, looking angrier than you've ever seen in the past weeks.

"Ow! What the fuck— who the fuck—" You watch the light leave the guy's eyes as he looks up.

Before he can scream, Shigaraki has raised the shovel with his only hand again, slamming it full force against the guy's head. He's knocked out with the most uncomfortable choking sound you've ever heard.

...

"... I don't know if I should thank you or panic about the fact that there's an unconscious guy in my living room."

You rush to check his vitals. He's alive. Yay? Ugh.

"Okay, fuck, alright. No one will believe him if he saw you before he dropped. I can say it was self-defense. It technically was! He invaded my house. Where's my phone? I'm gonna call for emergency— where did you get that saw?!" You stop Shigaraki, and he grunts, displeased. "No, no, let's think more thoroughly here."

You take the guy's phone from his pocket, using his finger to unlock it. You were about to open to call for an emergency... until you notice he left his message app open, in his last conversation.

You read the following words.

"Dude, don't call me in the next hours. I'm pretty sure I'm about to get laid. LOL. Wish me luck." "Secret, though. I don't wanna tell you yet."

...

This motherfucker... he thought you were just that easy? That pliant? Dumb enough for this bullshit?

You turn back to Shigaraki. He's staring back at you.

"Tomura," You start, "Take him to the shower. It will be easier to wash off the blood then."

The pleased smirk Shigaraki gave you was wickedly satisfying.

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Your shower looked like a crime scene.

Well, it was, so you suppose it makes sense.

Shigaraki was on the last bit. With the saw, he had ripped through the skin of the guy's wrist, the bone exposed. You had to hold down the guy's forearm as Tomura used the saw.

He had stabbed your coworker in the chest, and you both had assumed it had done the finishing job.

Both of you had blood on your clothes; your favorite "stay-at-home" outfit would never be the same. And Tomura's clothes were just brand new, too.

And yet, you've never felt more alive.

The adrenaline was as sickening as addictive. You felt like throwing up, and you weren't sure if this was anxiety or excitement.

It's just when Tomura pressed his foot against the guy's wrist, and was about to break his bone, that you two heard the gurgling noise.

You looked up.

The guy's eyes were open, and he was trying to scream. The blood loss seemed to be getting to him; he was weak against your grip. But you were not taking chances.

"Fuck— Tomura, he's—" Snap.

A groan of pain, dripping blood, came out of him. You used your palm to muffle his scream, shushing him. Tomura took the dismembered hand up and looked at you. He did a motion of "hold on", probably searching for the knife to finish the guy for real.

"You missed his heart?!" You asked him in a hushed, disbelieving whisper.

Shigaraki shrugged, and you sighed heavily. Right, he was used to killing with decay, not manually.

You felt the guy under your palm twitch, trying to move. You panicked.

Your hand reached for the misplaced knife on his chest, pulling it away with full force, grunting at how it was almost stuck. Oh, Tomura had bumped against a rib. That's why.

The guy let out a whine of pain, a sob escaping him. You had to speed up the process; you couldn't just wait for Shigaraki to come back, he's taking too long!

Between the fourth and fifth rib, you recall. You trace the knife before stopping right at the point. With the tip aimed, you keep it steady before pushing the knife with all you have.

The result is instantaneous. The guy chokes on his own blood, his chest stuttering before he finally stops, his remaining hand going limp.

You repeat the move, making sure. Blood splatters on your cheek, the first fountain opened in his heart, making even more of a mess.

He's dead. Dead, killed by you.

You get up on your feet, you're shaky. You look at the dead body with wide eyes, before you turn to look back at Tomura, who has just come back with a different knife.

He stares at the body, his one eye seeming to widen for a fraction before he turns to you. He looks genuinely surprised, but not in a bad way.

He looks at you proudly, fondly.

Your cheeks are heated, and you feel out of your own body. What the fuck.

Tomura gets closer to you, wiping the bit of blood on your cheek with his right hand. There, right under your eye, he presses a light kiss.

Oh.

Oh.

You look at him in slight shock before a shaky breath escapes you, and you relax against him. He supports your weight, grunting an approval.

You did well.

You did perfectly.

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You never thought you'd be seeing this thing again, but here you are.

Deep inside your now-unclutered backyard shed, you found the malfunctioning tanning bed that once belonged to your mom's friend. She had given it away to your family for your dad to do whatever with it; apparently, it gave her a shock the last time she used it.

Your dad promised to pick on it one day. He never did.

Plugging into the outlet, you found it still lit up. So it worked.

You turned to look at Shigaraki, then at the stitched hand on his wrist. You tried not to laugh at the stupid tanning goggles in his eyes before he settled inside.

Waving at him, you closed the tanning bed. Spinning the controller, pointing to medium-tan. Now you wait.

The sound of snap! and pop! made you flinch a bit, taking several steps back. The lights went crazy on the tanning bed, one of the lamps exploding into bits.

Once it settled down, you waited. The door was opened by Shigaraki, and you were glad he at least didn't go back to a bland, dead body.

That would mean all your work was for nothing.

You helped him and looked at his hand. Tomura opened and closed his palm, a manic grin on his face. Your eyes shone, wonderous.

It worked.

It. Worked.

Shigaraki gets up in a flash, and you smile at him. He looked fascinated, checking out the brand new addition.

Tomura turned to you in a flash, and a grunt that sounded like a disbelieving chuckle escaped him. He looked... terrifyingly good, horrifyingly beautiful.

You'd do this again, for him.

You will do this again for him.

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The body disposal was, surprisingly, easy.

You bought two safety vests, and with the dismembered body in a black bag, you set it inside a wooden box. With your old, but working car, you two drove to the abandoned cemetery.

Tomura tapped his fingers against the window in time to the random music playing on the radio.

Once you two arrived, you left your car far from any lampposts. Even if there weren't cameras in the abandoned cemetery, you preferred not to risk it.

Shigaraki had been the one to carry it, throwing the box inside his own, abandoned grave. You took out the shovels, but he stopped you when you went to help.

"What?" You asked him.

He pointed at the grave on the side, patting it.

Oh.

"You... don't want me to help?"

Shigaraki shook his head, making a motion of pointing at his eye, then around. Keep watch.

"Okay."

You chuckled, but complied. You sat down. Instead, you were looking around for any signs of anyone else. You'd doubt it.

Thirty minutes pass, faster than you could count. You had been busy, alternating your gaze between the forest and Shigaraki's back as he worked.

You hear the snap of fingers and turn to look back. A smile bloomed on your face. Tomura looked smug, doing a "ta-da" jazz hands motion at the covered grave.

"Good job." You clapped your hands playfully.

He set the shovel to the side, and you barely had time to react before he had you caged between his arms.

Shigaraki's lips pressed against yours.

Time took a halt.

You kissed back, just as hungry. And while there was no tongue involved for obvious reasons, you still felt terribly hot and bothered.

Your arms laced around his neck, pulling him closer. He hummed against your lips, and that whiny sound went straight to your brain. Between your legs, you'd know you would find a surprise later.

Pulling away, you looked at his flushed face, his one eye wide. That was... sure, it was heated, but why would he look so—

Oh.

"... Was that your first?" You tried not to smirk, smug.

Tomura huffed, averting his gaze and doing a single nod. That was a dangerous thing to give to someone like you.

"Mhm," You hummed back, "... Why don't I teach you, then?"

You pulled him by the wrist, needing more than ever to go home. Your laugh echoed, victorious into the night.

You were okay with "making out" on top of a grave, but in these hoodies and vests, right after disposing of a body, at risk? Absolutely not.

And when you two arrived at your home?

You practically jumped on him the second he sat down on the couch.

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Shigaraki didn't even have time to blink before your hands were on him, lips finding his in a frenzy. You wished you could make out with him, make this sloppy, vulgar in all the right ways.

Tomura did a sound akin to a whine against your lips when you grinded against his thigh. He stopped you, shaking his head.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't—" He pressed his index to your mouth.

Shakily, he guided your hand downwards on his pants, and then you felt it. Oh.

Of course, he'd been buried for a long time. It was obvious he would lose his... most special asset. You looked at him and smiled softly.

"That's okay, we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Tomura shook his head, scratching his neck before pointing at you. Then, he curled his fingers, his cheeks reddened as he shyly averted his gaze.

Oh?

"... You wanna learn how to finger me?" Your ego was off the fucking roof.

He nodded rapidly. And who were you to deny such enthusiasm?

You went back to kissing him, giving your confirmation that you wanted this as well. You'd teach him. In a haste, you threw the hoodie to the other side of the room.

"Hah... fuck, okay. Don't shy away, touch anywhere. I got you."

Trembling, Shigaraki slipped one hand under your t-shirt, palming your chest. He bit his bottom lip, looking both overwhelmed and underwhelmed. It was so experimental, such wonder at your warmth.

You're unbelievably soaked by now. He groaned when you got off his lap, but immediately went back to a flustered silence when he watched you slip off your pants and underwear.

You sat down next to him, pulling him to be on top. Top only in the question of positioning, you were leading here.

Tentatively, he slipped a finger up and down on the wetness, grunting lowly at your body shudder and just how unbelievably hot you were.

Shigaraki pressed his head against your shoulder and hissed when he lifted his finger a bit, seeing the fine string of your wetness there before it snapped.

"Here, pretty boy, I'll teach you." You took his wrist, guiding his middle finger to your entrance. He choked at the sweet name.

It barely had to prod before it was slipping in. Tomura's breath hitched. You were so warm inside, and so, so relaxed with him. If he could, he'd cry out at how pleasing that is. You trust him.

He never had this before, someone so willing to love him this way.

Meanwhile, you just hissed at some of the fire calming down inside you. Not enough, though. You bucked your hips slightly, and that was enough for him to snap out of his trance.

He pulled back his finger before moving it back in. Slowly, he wanted to savor it. Fuck, he missed his dick. What a weird phrase. Back to fingering you, that thought was for later.

"Oh— nice, you're so good, add another, pretty boy—" When you called him so sweetly, who was he to deny?

He whined against your shoulder, and you opened your legs further. He was on his side, on your left, and you had your left leg thrown over his thigh.

"Yeah? You like that, huh?" You chuckled breathlessly at his neediness. "Fucking— speed it up, come on, be a good boy—"

His huffed low moan was music, right next to your ear. You reached a hand down for your clit, but Tomura whined in annoyance, using his thumb to press against it.

You could scream, almost.

"Yes, that's it— you're, hah, a fast learner, aren't you? Keep— fuck, I'm close—"

Tomura took it as a sign to speed a bit more. This thumb was barely pressing your clit messily, almost like a button, badly coordinated, but enthusiastic. And yet, you were reaching heights not even your own hand has taken you.

"Fuck, pretty boy— gonna cum, gonna cum, oh God— yesyesyesyes, come on— ah—" Your orgasm hit you like a flash.

Your back arched, head thrown back, while Shigaraki let out a whine right next to your ear. His fingers were coated, a creamy ring on them. He wanted to lick them clean. He needed a new tongue, as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, you were slowly coming back from your high, wincing slightly at the way your feet had cramped before it settled down. Your chest was heaving, and you turned to see Tomura's fond gaze at you.

He pressed his forehead against your shoulder again, breathing you in. Your hand went to his hair, carding your fingers through it.

"Good job, great job, Tomura." You whispered, and he just curled closer to you.

This was it. For Shigaraki Tomura while alive, paradise was a world where heroes weren't alive, where they were exposed for their hypocrisy.

But for Shimura Tenko, reanimated and back from the dead, you were it.

Paradise was your existence as a whole to him.

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It has been about three months since your first kill. Your coworkers obviously noticed the missing one amidst them, and his face was plastered on missing person posters. But no one could pinpoint where he had gone; his last message was a morbid memory.

(His phone's location was unknown. You had taken it with you that night you killed him and put it under the dumpster of a random house on the other side of town.)

As it turns out, you're one hell of a fast learner for such a morbid hobby. Shigaraki, though, is proud of your every move. You learned homemade chloroform, and your second kill had earned him his missing eye back.

It was difficult to find a guy with red eyes, but the convenience store guy, who didn't even pay attention to customers while he swiped their items, was just dumb enough.

Tomura had thrown an axe at the pole-mounted transformer at the end of the street, and all the lights went out in that neighborhood. You were dressed hidden enough. Even in the dark, you were incoming danger.

No one heard that guy's screams, muffled by your gloved hand. A spoon has been enough to gouge that eye out for personal use. The flash drive of the CCTV cameras went out with you, in your pocket.

You didn't bother to hide the body; you had a home to return to. Your getaway car had your man waiting for you, a pretty passenger princess.

Another successful gain.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

And now, here you were.

You had managed, days ago, to match with a guy who lived in the town over. His phone had run out of battery, and you managed to convince him to go back to your house. Just for the night, he'd be back by morning, you said. He can borrow your charger, you said.

"I just want to go back to my house... with you, please?"

It's like ringing a bell for Pavlov's dog.

Now, he was just another poor bastard, dead in your shower. You set Shigaraki's axe aside, looking at him with a sweet smile. He enveloped the cut-off tongue in a bowl in the bathroom sink.

He turned to you, and his eyes softened in your direction.

Tomura approached you, wiping his bloody thumb on your lips. Some unhinged kind of lip gloss, you accepted with no fight.

He pulled you by the arm, close to him, and kissed you. The last time you two would be kissing softly, because you're aware that once that new tongue is stitched in place, it would take an army to get Shigaraki's mouth off of you.

And people nowadays claim that romance is dead.

But how could romance be dead?

You just revived it!

Moonie's Last Words: Aaaand this was it! Thank you for reading this far, and I hope you guys liked it! I wrote it in one sitting, and it took forever, but it was so fun! Happy Halloween, and I'll see you next time, byeee!

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The Art of Drowning

Kinktober: Hair Pulling w/college AU Tenko Shimura

Tenko Shimura x gn reader

It's just bobbing for apples, what could that possibly lead to? Famous last words before you drag your best friend Tenko Shimura back to your dorm room. Contains: gn reader, heavy making out, hair pulling, m/f orgasms.

Tenko has been face down in the water for at least twenty seconds now while bobbing for apples. A few air bubbles escape every once in a while, showing how hard he's trying not to laugh.

"It's dorky," he told you as the two of you walked down the hall to the dorm Halloween party.

"So are you," you retorted, knowing neither of you had anything better to do tonight. Which leads us back to here.

At this point, it's been at least half a minute. It's the type of thing he'd do to be funny, but it's gone on for too long. Without thinking, you grab the back of his hair and yank him up.

“Ten–” 

He gasps, sucking in a huge breath – but only you hear the way it catches. The subtle quiver in his voice before he composes himself. 

“I, uh,” he stammers, staring at you with wide eyes. He's never looked at you like this before. Pained, like every secret he has in the world is now out in the open. You've known Tenko for years now. This means you know you have less than a few seconds before he retreats and pretends none of this ever happened.

But you want this to have happened. You've wanted this for so long that you don't remember what it was like not to. There's no way you can let the moment slip by.

This time, you get a better grip on the messy bun his hair is thrown into and pull him down the hallway. Under the music, you swear you hear him whimper.

To everyone else, this is just the kind of friendship the two of you always have, pulling each other around and laughing it off. But you can see how it's different this time. How he awkwardly throws his hands over the front of his pants and let's you pull him wherever you want. Usually, he'd at least put up a fake fight.

Not tonight.

You pull him past his room. Your roommate is out of town, his never leaves. It was a simple decision. This hallway has never felt so long though. Finally arriving at your dorm, you push him through the door. He leans back into the wall.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"For what?" you ask, hoping he doesn't get too scared and pretend none of this happened.

"For uh," he bites his bottom lip, looking pained.

"I didn't bring you here to lecture you," you say leaning in. "I did it because I liked it. I like you looking at me like that."

Realization creeps over his face. With a deep breath, Tenko closes his eyes, pressing his forehead into yours for a moment. Your nose slides to the side of his, pressing into his cheek, lips hovering a breath away.

“Are you sure?” his voice is barely a whisper. 

"Absolutely."

He brings his mouth to yours, tasting like candy. Kissing your best friend is everything you would have hoped for. Cute and sweet at first, with tension growing as you realize what this means.

Your fingers run through his hair, massaging his scalp lightly. Making your way back, you pull more deliberately this time. He moans, biting your lip.

"Sorry," he cringes.

"Don't be, that was so hot."

His red eyes are practically glowing at the thought. "You're into that?" he asks, still slightly astonished at the situation.

You nod, "yeah. I'm into everything about this. Mostly because I'm into you."

He smiles, it's crooked and cute. You love to see him so happy. Rather than saying he feels the same, he shows you — kissing you again with more passion.

Wrapped around each other, the two of you take a few steps across the room, collapsing onto the bed. Tenko's mouth stays locked to yours, seeking every bit of what you've missed out on over the last few years.

You kick off your shoes, letting them tumble to the floor. The two of you pull away, but only briefly, as your hands slide under his oversized black hoodie and slip it over his head. With a small toss, it lands on the back of your desk chair. He feels so warm as you wrap your arms back around him.

You've spent years staring at his shoulders while he played games on the floor in front of you, but being able to grab them without restraint is something else. He's not holding back either, hands exploring your waist, sliding down your hips, before grabbing your ass to pull you in closer. You can feel how hard he is and you can say it's not doing anything for you.

Once more, your hands slide into his hair, giving a gentle pull. Tenko whines, rutting into you and sending heat straight through your core.

Tonight isn't the night you want to jump head first into everything, but you need more of this. More of him.

"Can I?" you ask, hand brushing where the hem of his pants meets his stomach.

"Yeah," he says breathlessly.

His pants come off as quickly as the rest of his clothes. You waste no time in pulling yours off as well before straddling him, both of you in nothing but underwear and t-shirts.

His hands grip your hips, dragging you over him. This time, there's less between you. More of him. You feel his hardness between your legs, rubbing against you like he needs it as much as you do.

"I can't believe this is actually happening," he murmurs in your ear.

"Me neither," you breathe.

Your hands explore his body, feeling everywhere you've been staring at for so long. His fingers twist between yours, kissing your knuckles before moving your hand back to his hair. He doesn't know why he loves it so much, but it's everything he's never known to need.

"Fuck, harder," he moans in your ear.

Everything about him surrounds you, all of the feelings crushing over you like a tidal wave. You feel like you're being pulled under fast.

— — —

This isn't where Tenko thought he'd end up tonight. Which isn't to say it's a bad thing, it's what he's always dreamed of.

When you pulled him down the dingy hallway by his hair, he thought he could come right then. None of the people in the hallway mattered and it's not like they would have noticed anyway. Somehow, he held himself together — knowing it would only make things worse with you if he didn't. Why did he look at you like that? Maybe there was a chance he could have played it off as something else.

Then, miraculously you were into it. So into it that you're now on top of him, fingers buried in his hair like it's where they've always belonged.

He's not sure how much longer he can do this. Not with you pressing into him like that. Searching your room for distractions, he trys to last just a little longer. He feels so bad though, everything about you is begging him to watch. To be attentive. He's not about to turn to a pile of mush before you've finished though, definitely not on the first time you've ever done anything.

When your breath catches in your throat and you bear down harder on his dick, he gives in. Between the face you make and the sound of your voice in his ear, there's no way he could hold back any longer. You pull his hair harder, making him whine as he grinds his orgasm into you.

It takes him a moment to catch his breath and process what just happened. He blinks a few times, hoping it's not all a dream.

But it's not. You're still here. And you're a mess, along with him. He kisses you, because he can now, and holds you close. The two of you stay like this for as long as you can tolerate before deciding to clean-up.

Fortunately, the building you live in has in-room showers that you only share with your roommate. Tonight, no one is around to see you pulling Tenko in with you. You strip your dirty clothes off, there's nothing he hasn't felt at this point. He struggles not to stare.

As he steps into the shower behind you, he wonders what would happen next if he pretended to be drowning in here.

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20 / 10 - TOMURA SHIGARAKI

camgirl reader / male masturbation / roleplay / body worship / dacryphilia / squirting / voice kink

Tomura gulped, saliva pooling in his mouth as he quickly tapped away at his keyboard, tying in his login details, his leg bouncing as he tried to calm his nerves.

Today was the day.

And he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

He had been saving up his money for this moment, along with waiting for the right time to pay and to make his humble request. 

And when the confirmation email came into his inbox, he was so elated he could practically cry.

“Dear Mr Shigaraki,

Thank you so much for the extra donation! It was so sweet of you to send me so much, I am so grateful <3

And that kind of donation on top of the highest tier subscription? 

Honestly speaking you’re spoiling me at this point!

Regarding your question about the whole ‘Private shows’ thing, I usually don’t do any for my personal reasons which I won’t be disclosing, but! 

Don’t stop reading yet! 

It seems that you’re a long-time fan and an ample donor along with being a personal favourite viewer of mine so I suppose I can make an exception for you, just this once!

Don’t get too cozy though! I’m not used to this sort of thing so I will be nervous, I hope you can handle that <3

In any case, please email me back with the kind of stuff you wanna see, kink wise if you know what I mean, and we can also discuss a time for this show to happen, one that works out for both of us <3

Thank you for all the support handsome, I’ll see you soon yeah? 

Yours lovingly, Ari.”

He was so quick to screenshot, download and print the email which now hung up lovingly on his wall.

Was that creepy?

He was just excited! Sue him!

Regardless of if it was seen as creepy or maybe a bit weird of him to do that, he was also very quick to respond with an email back to you.

He ended up writing about what he would like to see from you, and he had to also, sheepishly admit that he did consider asking you out on a date in the email - to grab some coffee or something - but he decided against that. 

That might’ve come off as weird, stalkerish or like he was prodding at some sort of parasocial relationship.

And besides, there were more important things to focus on right now...

Speaking off, all the while Tomura was writing the damn thing, he had to seriously ignore how badly his cock was throbbing.

But - today’s the day! 

Today is the day, and in about five minutes, it would be the scheduled time that you both arranged for his private show.

He was so excited he couldn’t think straight - like the idea of you, seeing you, hearing you, being around you, was some sort of drug to the man and he was already intensely addicted to it.

You had also gone out of your way and made a post on your page, informing your lovely subscribers, telling them that tonight you wouldn’t be streaming. 

Something about being busy or caught up with other work, staying at home to catch up with things.

Some white lie like that.

Tomura knew better though.

He knew exactly why you weren’t streaming for everyone tonight.

It’s because you’re going to be streaming for him tonight instead.

Tomura’s cock throbbed in his sweatpants, and he cursed under his breath.

-

You hummed, setting up your camera to face your ass - observing at how the camera quality looked on your screen in front of you as you grabbed your vibrator and your dildo, along with a bottle of oil just in case. 

You didn’t really know your client's sexual preferences, so you took some liberty and you began digging, following his purchase history first, looking at the kind of things he bought from you, the content hidden behind paywalls, and then you focused your attention on his viewing history, seeing what kind of streams he tuned into, what made his brain tick and his dick twitch. 

And after almost an hour of stalking it seemed that he tuned in for pretty much anything and everything, nothing in particular, it looked like he wasn't steered in a particular way.

Oral, fingering, vibrators, bondage, cream pies. 

The list was practically endless.

It was anything and everything, it's like his preference wasn’t a specific kink, but his preference was just… you.

All of you.

And he never specified in the email, just saying that “Anything was fine, really.” when you tried to pick his brain on what sort of thing turned him on.

You sighed, nervously pulling at your sheer tights, rubbing your thighs together. 

Well. 

The time you had arranged with your client was coming up. 

A small moan left your lips as you stretched, popping a bone in your shoulder as you reached over, tapping away on your screen.

“Where is the damn button… oh hey he’s already in the room? Must’ve been waiting for a while I think? That’s sweet…”

You trailed off, to be completely honest with yourself, it was incredibly obvious that you had developed something like a crush on the man, which was definitely weird to say out loud... seeing as you haven’t seen him… and because you’re a sex worker… there could be a very likely chance… that he could just be using you for your body… and to be honest… you knew nothing about him.

But it was the way he’s so interested in you… watching all of your streams… or maybe he was a horny guy who wanted nothing other than your body. 

But you still held out hope for something… maybe you would be able to talk to him after the show? 

You had also secretly waited for him to show up in your streams every week, and you couldn't help but giggle when you saw his user in your chat, trying to make conversation and donating.

God he really was adorable.

And sure, maybe you didn’t know him now but who knows maybe you would soon? Fate really was such a weird and tricky thing.

Well, he seemed to be waiting in any case.

With a shrug you hit the join button.

-

Tomura sat in his chair, nervously playing with the strings of his hoodie, and when he was finally able to join the call, he practically leaped out of his seat, quickly pressing on the button to join.

Your body - that was just as breathtaking as he remembered - laid out on the screen for him - just him - to stare at. 

To drool over. 

To worship.

Like a dog.

Just him.

God, he adored every part of you, most people didn’t appreciate you the way he did. Most people saw you as some sort of tool.

To help them get off and then leave the moment they were done.

Not him.

Tomura would stick around, with half lidded, love filled, lazy eyes as he gazed at you. He would watch the viewer numbers trickle down. 

Until it was just him. 

Poor little Tomura, with his heart on his sleeve.

You would always smile softly and thank him for staying. You would thank him. 

Him! 

Well, more like his handle but still! 

It was something.

Sometimes he would ask you about your day while you quietly made the room private, letting you both have some one-on-one time together. 

It was little moments like this that made him so infatuated in the first place. 

You liked to read, dabbled in writing. He knew your coffee order by heart now, even if you only brought it up twice.

You liked animals and the simple things in life.

He felt like he understood you, more than anyone else that he's ever met.

Tomura’s finger hovered over his mouse, the ‘unmute’ button lay so tantalising. He could talk to you. Like- to properly talk to you, instead over chat. 

But God he was so nervous.

“Can you hear me?” You spoke into the mic, a small smile tugging on your lips as he quickly shot to his keyboard to type out a response that yes - he could hear you.

-

You hummed, moving out of the camera’s focus for a minute, before plopping yourself in front of it, sitting and facing the device head on. You could save all the sexy stuff for later and knowing him - the man wouldn’t really mind anyways.

A giggle escaped your lips as you read his response. “Alright, that's great! Thank you again for all the money by the way. You really didn’t have to.”

‘I wanted to.’

“I mean yeah I figured.” you felt a warmth creep up your neck. “But still, I can be grateful for my most loyal follower.”

You shot the camera with a teasing smirk. “Are you sure you’re not seeing anyone else? That would just break my heart, you know?” You gave him a fake pout, truth be told you expected him to seek out other people, it's not like he had any obligation to watch your content only.

Though it might sting a little. Maybe just a little… okay maybe a lot. Maybe it would sting a lot. But he was so sweet, how could you not get just the tiniest bit attached, he was kind and sweet, never demanded anything and heck he stayed around after to ask about your day!

And from the tiny little conversations and titbits of information you were able to gather from your conversations with him, he was adorable.

Your favourite viewer wasn’t too much of a social type, opting instead to stay home, he had a love for coding and video games, he told you about the manga he read and his sketchbook as well. 

He liked dogs too, you remembered this quite fondly as he would talk about his dog, Mon, with so much fondness it made your heart melt.

So, what if you had a soft spot for the man, any reasonable person would have one too!

‘No! No never! Just you. Nobody else. They’re not you so I don’t care about them. You’re leagues above them.’

Your heart melted and you cooed at the camera. “Gosh you’re adorable I could just eat you right up!”

You rested your cheek in your palm, gazing fondly at the screen, and hopefully, at the man behind it.

-

Tomura was definitely getting more and more nervous as the time progressed. He was not good at this, and pretty people made the man nervous!

His blue hair obstructed his field of vision as he leaned in and he cursed, pushing it away from his eyes.

“Say… Do you wanna like chat chat? Before I start?”

Your question threw the man off guard.

‘What do you mean?’

“What do I mean?” You giggled.

Tomura’s cock throbbed.

“I mean don’t you wanna unmute? That way it’s easier for both of us…” You rubbed your thighs together.

“I mean that way I don’t have to keep checking know. I can just focus on feeling good, same with you, you don’t have to be concerned with typing… just feeling as good.”

It sounded like a good idea. But in practice.

‘What would I even say!’

“If you want, I could lead the conversation?” You pressed, hoping that maybe you could catch a few words out of the man.

Tomura swallowed and pressed the ‘Unmute’ button on his screen.

“Uhm…”

He croaked out.

“I would… uh appreciate that.”

He mumbled out. 

Oh god this was a terrible idea, what if he sounded like a loser? What if you were totally not into him? Did he blow it? Did he just officially blow the one chance with the prettiest girl since like - forever?

-

You were so close to cumming in your pants.

Fuck his voice was so hot. Who needs toys or anything. Just having this man whispering into your ear would keep you satisfied for years.

“Holy shit your voice is hot.”

What.

-

What.

Tomura froze, like he was just dunked into an ice bath. A confused grin spread across his face, “Uh… I’m sorry?”

“I- I mean! Like! Your voice is really nice y’know!” You laughed off, clearly flustered. 

Hearing you laugh, eased his nerves entirely. “Your laugh is nice…” He trailed off.

You smiled back at the camera, “Thank you… Although I do think we should start on what you paid for now. It would be a bit of a dick move if I just talked the whole time and you wasted all that money on nothing.”

‘If it’s time spent with you then it’s not being wasted.’

“Mhm…” He nodded, adjusting himself in his pants.

“Alrighty! Now I know your handle is ‘Gamer_Duster”, but I seriously doubt that… well I doubt that’s your actual name.” You snorted. “If you want, I can moan out a name you want, it could be yours, it could be an alias. Doesn’t bother me too much.” You shrugged as Tomura sat there, bringing one of the hoodie’s strings up to his mouth, chewing softly on the fabric - a habit he picked up a while ago - one he did when he was deep in thought.

“Yeah… Uh…”

You hummed, smiling softly. “It doesn’t have to be your actual name if you really don’t wanna.”

“No! I mean I wanna I just…” He paused. “Tomura.” 

“Tomura?” You tested the name on your tongue.

He nodded before realising that you couldn’t see him, instead clearing his throat, “Y-Yeah! Uh is that okay?”

You nodded, taking your position, pussy facing the camera. “Yeah Tomura. Now what is it that you want to start with, hm?”

-

Tomura swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth. “Oh… wow…” he sighed softly, watching you with half lidded eyes. “Hm… nothing yet, just feather light touches yeah? Make yourself feel all nice before you start, foreplay, right?”

He still wasn’t too knowledgeable on the terms, he wasn’t insecure of himself because he was a virgin, there was nothing wrong with being inexperienced, but the lack of experience did come with the slight downfall of not really knowing how to begin things.

You had usually skipped all the foreplay in your streams, since your usual viewers would prefer tuning in where action was occurring, nobody really wanted to watch you get yourself in the mood.

Well.

With one obvious exception.

“Of course… Tomura.”

-

Tomura almost groaned out loud when he watched you press a finger against your clothed pussy, watching you drag it back and forth, dampening the fabric sticking to it.

What he would give to actually be there, to taste you on his tongue, to fuck you, to have you rob him of his purity, to be yours, to have you as his.

“Fuck…” he cursed, gripping the leather of his chair as you giggled, the sound barely caught by the mic as you stepped out of your panties, tossing them aside.

“What’s next Tomu?” 

The nickname made a flurry of butterflies erupt in his stomach, and he had to stop himself from giggling like a schoolboy.

-

“Oh! Er… Hm… the vibrator? The baby blue one? Do you still have that one?” He had to rack his head for a moment, but he remembered, it was a toy that appeared in a few streams, but after a while it disappeared which was a shame because the man really liked that vibrator.

“Oh yeah! It wasn’t very popular on stream, so I stopped using it on there, but it’s my favourite so I use it for myself…” You mumbled, digging through the box of toys. “Found it!”

You grin triumphantly, like you had found some secret hidden treasure, and not a baby blue bullet vibrator.

“Okay great! Now press it to your clit.” Tomura smiled, tugging his cock out of his pants.

“Do you even know where that is?” You raised your eyebrow, a teasing grin on your lips, pressing the toy slightly below your clit.

“Higher.”

“Okay so maybe you do know your stuff.” You mumbled, lifting the toy up and pressing it against your clit, making you mewl out in pleasure, tipping your head back.

The sound, making the man on the other line groaning out in tandem.

“Are you touching yourself yet?” You panted, rubbing the vibrator against your pussy. 

“N… no.” He sounded almost breathless.

So cute!

“Sorry you just sounded so fucking good I seriously couldn’t help myself.”

You gripped the sheets, the vibrations making your skin tingle. “Don’t even worry about it…” You sighed. “I mean your voice almost made me cream my panties the first time you spoke to me.” You sighed.

This is so nice, I like him so much.

“Really?” he sounded almost surprised, equally as surprised and breathless.

“Mnh! Mhm… Yeah… it just sounds so nice… so raspy, so nice…” You could practically melt right now, into your sheets.

“You look like you’re about to cum right now.” he pointed out, voice teasing.

You grinned, “Yeah… Do you want me to?”

“Mhm. I’d be rude not to let you finish, no? I thought I had to hold out and make you finish first.” His voice sounded confused.

“Fuck baby that’s so sweet of you Tomu… But if you fucked someone like me… I don’t think you’d last a minute.” You pulled your lip in between your teeth as you looked down, thighs shaking and sweat dripping down your body.

“I don’t wanna fuck someone like you.”

You moaned out as you cummed, his name on your tongue as you rode out your waves of pleasure.

“I want to fuck you.”

-

His words echoed in your head as your thighs twitched, letting your body adjust to all the chemicals that were frying your brain right now. 

‘He wants to fuck me!’

A giddy smile tugged at your lips.

He pants on the other line; he sounds almost spent now.

“Cmon Tomu. We’re not stopping here baby. We’re gonna go all night. You really put in a hefty amount of money into this, and I intend on making use of every moment you paid for.”

-

Your thighs shook, tears dripping down your cheeks as you choked on your breath, dildo thrusting against the one spot that made your knees weak and your head spin. Four orgasms later and this might be the one that might leave you passing out on call with the man - who judging by his own strained and panting voice - was also bone dead exhausted - his poor cock was clearly spent by now.

You couldn’t even feel the buildup this time, but you certainly felt the way your mind numbing orgasm ripped through you and lit your body on fire, leaving you stammering out Tomura’s name with a wracked sob, squirting on the plastic toy, coating your tights - or what was left of them - and your sheets in slick.

You could hear Tomura’s groan and curse as he also blew his final load in tandem with you.

At this point, you were so exhausted you practically collapsed on top of your bed, pathetically gripping at the sheets as you winced, the fake dick pressing against you in an uncomfortable position.

Reaching down you eased the toy out of you, whimpering as it fell back against your thigh.

You were sticky, tired and spent.

“Fuck that was so hot.”

Tomura groaned over the line, sounding equally as breathless and exhausted as you felt.

You heard rustling on the other end; the sound of tissues being pulled out of a tissue box made it obvious that he was cleaning up.

You needed to get up and start cleaning up yourself, but you were so tired you could barely get up.

“Are you gonna… y’know?”

“Clean up? Yeah… eventually.” You mumbled, blinking slowly.

“What? Well, I mean yeah obviously you’d have to clean up - I mean I figured you were going to be.” His voice was taking on that signature soft, nervous tone. “I uh just wanted to know if you were going to stay on the… call? I guess you could call it that. The stream? Video?” 

You chuckled softly, heart fluttering at his words. “Yeah, I’ll stay on the call with you Tomu. You still just haven’t asked me about my day. Just give me a moment to rest and I’ll get up to cleaning all this shit… and then we can chat away.” You sighed, rolling over, wincing when your warm body touched the cold fluids that laid on top of your sheets. Thank God you were prepared for messy sheets and had placed some thin plastic covering underneath your sheets to avoid getting anything on your mattress.

“Uh yeah of course! I just wanted to know if you uhm… were like y’know… down to get a coffee sometime soon? I mean I kind of know what city you live in because you’ve mentioned some landmarks and stuff like that during one of our chats and I actually live really close by I’d literally just have to catch the train and stuff so maybe you would wanna get like a drink or something with me? Oh, and it sounds like I’ve been stalking you I promise I haven’t if you don’t wanna because of that I completely understand that makes perfect sense why you wouldn’t want to do something like that!” 

He was such an enthusiastic, nervous and fast talker that it took you a moment to process it all.

“I would love to go out on a date with you Tomura.”

The man let out the loudest sigh of relief on the other end.

And you seriously couldn’t help but giggle.

‘He really is so cute.’

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TOMURA SHIGARAKI, SYMBOL OF FEAR 💥

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Better quality + audio

The panel in the manga

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MAKING OUT WITH IDIA!

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CW! NSFW themes.

A/N: he's a cutie but also a freak

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• We all know how much of a recluse and introvert Idia is, so making out with him (and everything further) would only happen if you were dating him. Even so, it would take some time for him to get adjusted to the whole situation.

• Once he gets used to your small pecks on his lips and cheeks, he gathers all of his courage and goes all in. Grabbing your chin and straight up shoving his tongue down your mouth.

• Poor boy doesn't know how to kiss but he tries his best, and he's a fast learner. Soon, his kisses leave you both a breathless, whimpering mess. He quickly gets addicted to it, to how your lips feel against his own, the timid noises you let out, both of your tongues entangling together. He almost begs every time it's over to just taste you some more.

• Also, he can't stay still even if his life depended on it, his hands roaming and clawing at your body feverishly, drawing you impossibly closer.

• He mostly lets you take the lead, feeling insecure and afraid to do something wrong. But sometimes he's unexpectedly dominant, throwing you on top of his mattress and grinding on you, or even holding you in his lap and urging you to move.

• He has a thing for biting, he loves to leave small marks from his teeth across your skin, especially on your neck and shoulders.

• He would definitely ask you to pull his hair and leave marks on him as well. I feel like he's a little bit masochistic overall.

• His body trembles with every small contact, goosebumps following the trace of your fingers on his skin.

• He loudly moans and whimpers against your mouth, he just can't hold back. :(

• It always ends with both of you panting hard, burning with desire and aching for more. His love-hazed eyes trapped to yours, as his hair burns a bright pink.

• He always, always, tells you how beautiful you look after it all. His thumbs tracing slow circles on whichever centimeter of your skin they rest against.

• Yet, you can never just make out with him. He's always greedy to feel you more, taste you more, to make you feel good. So you just let him.

[shigsgf]

hii! i loved the crimison butterfly fic could you pls do an tomura college au one with dry humping?? :3

GIVE ME EVERYTHING TONIGHT.

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✮ College au! Shigaraki x Reader

Tags: smut, fluff, loss of virginity, eventual romance, developing relationship, dry humping, vaginal sex, car sex, drunk sex, porn with feelings, creampie, not beta read.

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: Dragged to a party he never wanted to attend, Tomura only expected noise, drinks, and regret. But when Dabi hints that someone might be interested in him, he doesn’t believe it, until his eyes meet yours across the room. Just a fleeting glance, a blush, a lowered gaze… yet enough to spark something neither of you were prepared for.

A/N: I did car sex just for some extra, but i don't actually know how it works so... Also, if any brasilian is reading this, yes Tomura is drinking a caipirinha because i love it.

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Tomura was already bitterly regretting coming to that party. If it were up to him, he’d be at his apartment, sprawled on his gaming chair and playing League or CS with Spinner until sunrise. But Dabi had insisted so much, practically dragged him there, swearing that it would be filled with hot girls and that it was the perfect chance for him to finally lose his virginity. It didn’t convince him, but Dabi’s persistence was unbearable, so he gave in just to make his friend stop complaining.

Now, leaning against one of the bar’s crowded walls, Tomura kept his distance from the chaos. In his hand, a makeshift drink of vodka, lemon, and a bit of sugar. The taste was strong, acidic, but it helped dull his discomfort. His silvery hair fell carelessly over his face, partly covering the deep crimson of his eyes. He observed the scene with boredom, as if everything around him were nothing but distant noise.

Meanwhile, Dabi seemed to be enjoying himself more than anyone else. He hopped from group to group with a never ending energy, exchanging quick words, cracking jokes, and drawing easy laughs. Eventually, he made his way back to Tomura, a nearly empty glass of whiskey in hand. He leaned his shoulder against his friend’s and let out a raspy chuckle before drinking another gulp lazily.

“Heard someone is interested in ya.” Dabi smirked, his cerulean gaze gleamed with playful provocation. Tomura raised an eyebrow in disbelief, he could only scoff and roll his eyes in response to the other man's lies. “I'm serious, Toga told me her friend wants you.” Dabi explained, drinking another sip from his cup.

Reluctantly, Tomura let his gaze sweep across the room, then he saw you. Toga was animated as always, gesturing wildly while chatting with you, your hair shined brightly under the dim lights. However, he noticed how you kept sneaking curious glances at him, until your eyes finally met. It was quick, just a few seconds, but enough to make you blush and lower your gaze, flustered.

Noticing your sudden change in demeanor, Toga followed the trail and immediately spotted the cause: Tomura. She broke into a wide grin, waved enthusiastically, and without hesitation, pulled you along by the wrist towards them.

You swallowed hard, your heart raced wildly, as if it wanted to escape your chest. You'd had a crush on Tomura since the very first semester, since you both were enrolled in software engineering you shared most of your classes with him. He always seemed unreachable, distant, locked away in his own world. And now, standing so close to him all of a sudden, you felt your knees weaken. Toga had probably told them about your secret crush, and that only made your anxiety swell even more.

As Toga dragged you over towards them, Tomura couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on you. His crimson eyes traced your figure almost involuntarily, the way the fitted black dress hugged your curves just right, how your hair shifted gently with every movement, the clicking noise of your heels against the bar’s floor. And most importantly, your beautiful face.

Your doe eyes frantically switched between him and Toga, your cheeks were flushed with a lovely tint as a small droplet of sweat runned down your forehead. How adorable you are, he's sure you were made to him and him alone.

You tried reasoning with Toga, mumbling how you were embarrassed, but she didn't listen to a thing you said. “Hey, guys!!” Toga exclaimed, her grin wide and mischievous. With little warning, she nudged you forward, right into Tomura’s line of sight.

“So, Tomura,” she continued with a animated yet teasing tone, “this is my friend Y/N! I figured you two would hit it off since she’s into the same stuff you are, League and all that.”

Of course, he didn't need Toga to introduce you, he knew you far too well already. The faint perfume that left a trace behind you every time you walked into class. The subtle pout that appeared on your lips whenever you struggled to follow the professor’s explanations. The adorable way you twirled a lock of your hair whenever you were concentrating.

Oh, he knew a lot about you, he had noticed far more about you than he probably should have. In truth, he wasn’t just familiar with you… he was dangerously close to being obsessed. Tomura daydreamed constantly of just bending you over in the middle of a lecture to pound you from behind, wondered what cute little whimpers and moans you would let out if he had his way with you, he fucked his fist almost everyday to you.

Dabi chuckled, giving Tomura’s shoulder a firm pat. “Well, looks like you’re all set.” His smirk widened as he added, “We’ll leave you two alone. Have fun.” Before Tomura could even protest, Dabi looped an arm around Toga and steered her away, leaving him standing face-to-face with you and an unfamiliar tension hanging in the air.

His crimson eyes flicked to Dabi, narrowing slightly at the smirk on his friend's face. He knew exactly what Dabi was implying, and the thought of being left alone with you sent a jolt of unease through him. Not because he didn't want to be alone with you, but because he wanted it too much. He craved the chance to corner you, to pin you down, to finally act on the dark fantasies that had been consuming his thoughts for months now.

You nervously took a sip from your cup, averting your eyes from Tomura’s red penetrating gaze. “Hey Shigaraki…” you smiled softly towards him, your cheeks flushing even more. “It's nice to see you again” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. “I-I mean, I'm glad to finally be properly introduced to you!” You chuckled lightly.

His eyes darkened upon hearing your soft voice, he downed the rest of his drink in one go, hoping that the alcohol would give him the courage he didn't have. His gaze trailed on your form, stopping momentarily on your hips and chest. The girl he was absolutely obsessed with liked him back, and he has the chance to take her to his place and finally fuck her? He would never pass this chance, not even in a million years.

He leaned in a little, gesturing for you to come closer. “Could barely hear you from over there,” he murmured, his voice rough and low. “So… you play League too? What lane?”

You tucked yet another strand of hair behind your ear, trying to steady your breath. “Mostly mid… sometimes support. I’m not that great though, been stuck in diamond forever.” Your laugh came out soft and nervous, then you hissed slightly when his hand slid along your waist, fingers lingering just enough to make you shiver.

His smirk was slow, deliberate. “Diamond’s not bad. I usually go top…” His crimson gaze penetrated yours, silently hypnotizing you. “But if it’s you, I wouldn’t mind switching to adc.”

Before you could react, his other hand lifted to your chin, tilting your face toward his. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint burn of alcohol on his breath, dizzying in the closeness. He leaned in until his lips nearly brushed your ear.

“This place is too damn loud,” he whispered, his words lingered, dark and teasing, “we could always head to mine. Play a couple games. Just the two of us. What do you say?”

Your body shivered violently, a sudden and familiar warmth spreading in-between your legs. Your knees weakened slightly, as you grabbed his jacket tightly, trying to ground yourself. Tomura's heart pounded in his chest as he felt your trembling body press against his, the sickening sweetness of your perfume slowly driving him mad.

His grip on your chin tightened slightly, tilting your head back to expose the column of your neck, gaining a whimper from you in response. The urge to mark you, to leave his claim on your silky skin, was overwhelming. He wanted everyone to know that you belonged to him, that he had finally taken his territory and made you his.

“S-shigaraki, ngh!” You could only moan as Tomura's other hand slid lower, his calloused fingers snaking over the curve of your ass before gripping it possessively. He pulled you harder against him, grinding his hardening cock against your stomach. He wanted you to feel him, wanted you to understand the effect you had on him, the desperation that consumed him every time he was near you.

His teeth grazed your earlobe in a teasing nip, a low growl rumbling against your skin. “So? Let’s get outta here… go to my place.” he murmured, each word dripping with dark temptation. His lips trailed lower, marking you with heated kisses and sharp bites along the curve of your neck, each one sending sparks of fire through your body.

Your breath hitched, breaking into shallow gasps. Heat coiled in your lower stomach, spreading like wildfire as your knees threatened to buckle beneath you. Suddenly, you became oblivious to anything around you, no noise, no people, only him. You tried to find your voice, but the only response you managed was a shaky nod, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your body trembled under his touch.

Your lips suddenly collided with his in a rush of passion, almost a year’s worth of pent-up frustration and what you both believed to be a one-sided attraction dissolving all at once. Every kiss carried the weight of unspoken desire, and every brush of your tongues a tender confession of the love you had quietly nurtured for each other.

Tomura was the first to break the kiss, though only to lace his fingers with yours and lead you towards where his car was parked. His lips, however, refused to stay still, instead grazing your mouth, softly pressing on your cheeks, or biting along your neck. His hands moved with silent urgency, tracing the delicate lines of your figure as though committing them to memory.

His black Jetta GLI 350 soon came into view, Tomura guided you closer. Each step a battle against his own restraint, desire bubbling beneath his skin. He unlocked the car but suddenly froze by the passenger door, his breath uneven.

“Tomura? Something wrong?” You asked softly, cupping his face in your hands with gentle worry. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, you unexpectedly calling him by his name left him burning with hunger and desire.

His cologne mingled with the faint trace of alcohol, quickly overwhelmed your senses into a haze. Without a word, he spun you around, pressing you against the cold metal of the car and caging you between his body and the vehicle.

“Fuck…” he whispered, utterly mesmerized. “You look so damn pretty.” Before you could even respond, his lips were on you again, claiming your mouth after scattering desperate kisses across your neck, each one a surrender to the fire that had been building between you both for far too long.

“I can't wait anymore.” Tomura confessed, one of his hands gripped tightly your waist, pulling you impossibly closer and grinding his stone hard erection on your stomach. The other softly lifted your chin, his lips grazing slightly yours as he purred. “Need to make you mine, now.” He stated, his husky voice filled with a dark promise.

“Then take me.” You responded, your doe eyes clouded with need and love for him. Your hands grasped his white locks, tugging slightly on his sensitive scalp. Tomura's eyes flashed with primal hunger at your breathless words, a low growl rumbled deep in his chest.

In one swift motion, he wrenched open the car door and practically threw you into the back seat, his hands never leaving your body. He followed you in, settling you on his lap. His hands clawed tightly on your hips, urging you to move as he claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss.

His tongue delved deep, dancing along yours, tasting every inch of your warm mouth. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing your dress higher, while the other fisted in your hair, holding you in place as he devoured you. He could feel you squirming on top of him, could hear the desperate little whimpers spilling from your lips, and it only spurred him on, made him want to take you harder, faster, until you were drowning in pleasure.

Tomura's hips rocked against yours, the thick ridge of his erection grinding against your cloth-covered cunt. The heat of him seeped through the fabric, making your hole flutter with a need so intense it bordered on pain. He could feel you getting wetter by the second, could smell your arousal perfuming the close confines of his car.

He tore his mouth from yours to blaze a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pausing to suck a dark mark into the delicate skin of your collarbone. His teeth scraped across your racing pulse before he bit down, marking you, claiming you, making you his.

Tomura's hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles around it. You couldn't even think properly, electric shocks of pleasure running wildly on your body as you instinctively swayed your hips even harder on his lap.

“You're so wet for me.” He chuckled lightly, amused by how ruined your panties were, your wetness slowly pooling on his lap. He captured your lips in another passionate kiss as his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, grinding your core against the rigid line of his cock. He could feel himself throbbing, aching, the denim of his jeans straining against his erection. “Fuck! W-wait, it's too much..” He pleaded breathless, his jeans now stained with a dark spot from precum as his climax threatened to crash.

You chuckled between moans, lifting yourself up slightly to unbutton his pants. Then, you lowered your head and whispered in his ear. “Just fuck me already, need you so bad.” Your hand slowly tracing the outline of his shaft through his boxers, as you adorned his neck with bites and hickeys.

“Fuck…” He snarled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his, soon to come, orgasm. “You don't know how much I've dreamed of this” Tomura murmured, struggling to bring down his jeans and boxers, just enough to finally free his painful cock.

As soon as his cock sprang out, he grabbed your hips and positioned you over his stone hard erection, pulling your panties to the side. The head of his dick caught on your entrance, and you both shuddered at the contact, knowing that with one thrust, he would finally be inside you.

“I've always wanted you.” Tomura confessed, his voice rushed with anticipation and a slight tint of embarrassment. “I really, really, like you.” He said in-between kisses, making sure to not let a single centimeter of your face go without one.

“I… I feel the same, felt for a long time now.” You whispered softly, a soft smile appearing on your lips as he kissed them too. With that, he slammed you down onto his lap, burying his thick cock deep inside your tight cunt.

You both cried out at the sudden intrusion, the pleasure bordering on pain as your walls stretched to accommodate his size. Tomura didn't give you time to adjust, he couldn't, the way your gummy walls gripped tightly his cock left him burning inside, needing to feel more of you. He started thrusting up into you, pounding and bringing your hips down at the same time with the force of his desire.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he grunted, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your ass as he gripped your hips. "So fucking good for me, ngh! I can't never let you go now." You were unable to respond, the head of his member pressing insistently on your sweet spot, knocking all the air out of your lungs.

He captured your lips in a lust filled kiss, his tongue dominating yours, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. His hips never stopped moving, slamming up into you, hitting your cervix, making you see stars. The car rocked with the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin and pornografic moans echoing obscenely in the confined space.

“Shit, I'm not gonna last long.” Tomura stated, his hands bouncing you up and down on his pistoning cock, almost as if you were his own personal fleshlight. “Do you… Fuck!” He threw his head back. “Do you want to be my girlfriend? Please?” He pleaded, biting your neck as you could only hold him tightly, your own climax threatening to snap.

“Thought you'd never ask.” You teased, biting your bottom lip. “Tomu, I'm close!” You exclaimed, your throbbing clit borderline hurting, begging to be stimulated.

“That's it, princess. Cum with me, cum all over my cock, fuck!” His hand snaked towards your aching bud, rubbing tight circles around it quickly.

Your body violently convulsed, your back arching as your orgasm crashed over, a scream of pure pleasure erupted from your throat followed by chantings of his name. Your pussy clamped down on his cock like a velvet vice, your walls fluttered and pulsed around him, gripping him so tightly he thought you might just milk him dry.

With a strangled moan, Tomura let himself go, his hips jerking erratically as he exploded inside you. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted your insides, filling you up and marking you as his. He pulled you down hard, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied his balls deep in you spasming cunt.

Both of you struggled to catch your breaths, your chests rising and falling rapidly. Then, Tomura captured your lips once more, slower this time yet no less passionate, every movement carrying the warmth of a love that had finally taken blossomed between you.

When he drew back, his crimson eyes lingered on yours, shining with a rare tenderness that softened his features. A faint smile surged on his lips, almost shy, and the sight of it pulled at your chest in a way that left you breathless.

Overwhelmed, you cupped his face and began covering it with small, playful kisses. His forehead, the bridge of his nose, the edge of his jaw, until his soft laugh vibrated against your lips.

“I really mean it,” he murmured, his voice lower now, vulnerable in a way you had never heard before. His hand brushed gently against your cheek, thumb tracing your skin with care. “Do you… want to be my girlfriend?”

Your heart stuttered and for a moment, words failed you. Instead, you leaned closer, pressing your forehead to his, letting your answer flow through your trembling smile. “Yes,” you whispered at last, your voice soft but certain. “I want that… I want you.”

Tomura’s breath escaped in a quiet sigh, his hand moving to the back of your neck as though to anchor you to him. After what felt like an eternity, he slowly lifted you from his lap and pulled out his now soft member, adjusting your panties so his cum wouldn't flow out.

"Come on, let's go home," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before reluctantly pulling away. He slipped out of the car first, opening the passenger door for you with an affection that made your heart flutter. Once you settled inside, he circled back to the driver’s seat, slid in, and turned the key, the low rumble of the engine filling the silence as he steered onto the road toward his apartment.

The ride felt surprisingly easy, a kind of comfort you hadn’t expected. The city lights blurred past as you talked about your favorite games and anime, his low chuckles mixing with your laughter whenever you teased him. Every so often, his hand brushed yours, or rested briefly on your thigh, a quiet reassurance that you were close, that he wanted you close.

For the first time in what felt like forever, the night didn’t feel rushed or heavy, it felt… right. When the car finally rolled to a stop in front of his building, he cut the engine but didn’t move right away. Instead, he turned toward you, crimson eyes softened by the glow of the streetlights.

“You know,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant, “I could drive around with you like this forever. Just you, me… and no one else.” Your chest tightened at the sincerity in his tone, and before you could even answer, he leaned towards you, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was sweet, unhurried.

Tomura finally broke the kiss with a quiet sigh, then gave you a small, almost boyish smile before stepping out of the car. He rounded to your side again, offering his hand just as he had before. The simple gesture made your heart ache in the best way.

The elevator ride up was quiet, but not uncomfortable, your shoulders brushing and his fingers occasionally finding yours as if he couldn’t quite let go. When the doors opened, he led you down the hallway to his apartment, unlocking the door with a soft click.

Inside, the space was warm and unexpectedly cozy. A couple of posters lined the walls, various were from games, a few old anime prints, and the faint glow of his computer setup still hummed in the corner. It felt lived-in, familiar… him.

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess,” he muttered, lightly scratching at his scarred neck. But you only smiled, shaking your head. “I like it,” you said simply, taking a step further in. “It feels… like you.”

That made him pause, his red gaze softening as though your words had reached a part of him no one else had touched. He came up behind you, slipping his arms carefully around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

For a moment, there was no rush, no heat of the bar, no teasing remarks—just the steady rhythm of his breath against your skin and the quiet comfort of being held.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered, his voice low but steady, almost fragile. “Just… to be here with you.”

You turned in his arms, meeting his gaze, and instead of answering with words, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Slow, unhurried, filled with passion and the promise of something lasting. And in that small, ordinary apartment, it felt like the beginning of everything.

He pulled back from the kiss, a playful glint in his red eyes as he laced his fingers through yours, guiding you down the hall toward his room. “Come on,” he said with a teasing tone, his lips adorned with a smirk. “I need to see if you’re actually a good support.”

You couldn’t hold back your laugh, the sound spilling out before you could stop it. “Oh, you’re so going to regret saying that!” You teased back, bumping your shoulder lightly against his.

Hours slipped by as the two of you played, the screen casting soft glows across your faces while laughter and half-serious banter filled the room. He teased you for every misstep, and you fired back twice as fast. Soon you both were leaning into each other, the game almost forgotten in favor of the warmth between you.

Wrapped up in each other, the world outside faded away. Sleep came easily, safe, warm, and together.

Eventually, fatigue caught up, your phones falling idle as the room grew quiet. Tomura stretched out beside you in his bed, pulling you into his chest with a content sigh. His hand traced lazy circles against your back, and you nestled closer, finding a peace you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

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Crimson Butterfly

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✮ Vampire!Shigaraki x Female Reader

Tags: smut, blood, biting, vampire, choking, praise kink (shigaraki saying that reader is a good girl), vaginal sex, creampie, not beta read.

Word count: 6.0k

Summary: All you wanted was a peaceful escape from the weight of everyday life. But when a crimson butterfly lured you deep into the forest, you found yourself lost, alone… and at the doors of a gothic castle.

It creaks open, revealing a stranger whose eyes burn a deep, unsettling red… and whose smirk promises both danger and desire.

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You were in the middle of a trail in a desperate attempt to relax from all the stress at work. The forest you encountered yourself in wasn't that far from the city, an hour or so by car. The trail guide alerted your group to walk at a slow pace, since wild animals were close and it was best to not draw attention.

Suddenly, a red butterfly flied past your shoulder, its wings glowing as the sun softly shined through the leaves above. You were caught in a trance, too intrigued with the small insect and eventually losing sight of everything around you. The crimson bug landed on your hand, bating its wings softly towards you, your gaze glued to the unique shade of red, a misture of blood red with crimson that glowed strangely. Maybe you've seen this color before? But where?

Gaining consciousness again, you shook your head trying to return to reality, and as you looked forward there was nobody, not even a single person from your group nor the trail guide. How much time had passed for them to go on without you? You sprinted ahead, doing your best to catch up with the group, but as much as you tried, you still couldn't find anyone. Then panic settled in, your eyes blown wide with despair as you kept running foward. This couldn't be happening, you only got distracted for a minute or two! How could they leave you behind like that? It's all that stupid butterfly's fault!

Time went by, you must have walked around for three or four hours maybe, you couldn't tell anymore. No matter how much you tried to mark the way as you wandered, it looked as if you were only running in circles. Your phone was dead and there was only faint sunshines left as night-time approached, still you didn't find any signs of human life.

You felt like going insane, your head was spinning and you couldn't even think anymore, fatigue and hunger consuming your body as your legs trembled violently with each weak step you took. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you slowly collapsed on the ground. This can't be happening, all you wanted was to take a break from your busy life, and now you're gonna die alone in the middle of a dark forest.

Almost as if hallucinating, the same red butterfly appeared in front of your face, landing gently on your nose. You must be an idiot at this point, or maybe you just wanted to grasp this weak lining of hope in front of you before it crumbled right before your eyes. A sharp pain arised in your throat as you tried to speak, your voice faint and hoarse from the exhaustion and lack of water, “Can you help me, little one? I can't take it anymore."

As soon as those words left your dry mouth, the insect went flying away again, maybe that was a sign? Could this strange bug be guiding you? With no other options in sight, you carefully got up on your feet and limped towards the red butterfly, following it around.

You walked for a little while, till you saw a tall building, a gothic castle, not very grand but imposing and beautiful nonetheless. Adorned with some gargoyles along the roof and with warm lights emanating from the sculpted windows, contrasting with the dark atmosphere of the forest. A stunning garden filled with all kinds of flowers decorated the path leading up to the door, you couldn't help but stop to appreciate this scenario that looked more like a painting. But how further was this castle into the forest? How was it possible for you and your group to not see it while you were on the trail?

You thanked the butterfly as it fled away, walking towards the tall wooden door, giving a soft knock, there was no answer. You knocked a little bit harder, "Hello! Is anyone there? I need help, please..." You said as you waited more.

As you were about to knock for the third time the door slowly opened, revealing a tall man, with strong arms and broad shoulders that descended to a lanky waist, accompanied with also strong legs. He wore a tight long-sleeve shirt and black jeans, both hugged his body just in the right way, adorning his muscles even more. His skin was pale and filled with scars, wavy white hair adorning his face with bangs falling gracefully between his eyes. Those eyes that were the same shade of crimson as the butterfly you saw earlier, glowing faintly in the dark.

You couldn't look away from the handsome figure in front of you, hypnotized with his gaze the same way you were with the small insect from before.

The man's crimson eyes narrowed as he stared at you up and down, taking in your disheveled appearance, your hair was messy with some strands glued to your forehead from the sweat, some small leafs resting peacefully on top of your head. But your face was the most beautiful he ever saw, he didn't think humans could be this pretty, your doe eyes trapped to his gaze, your cheeks flushed lightly with dry tears and your plush lips slightly open as your mouth was agape.

Your heart was beating faster and faster at each second that passed, blood running violently through your sore and dirty body. Then he finally took your scent in, a very pleasant mix of wild flowers with honey that drawed him to you even more, he knew just from the fragrance emanating from you that you were different to anything he ever tasted before. In that instant, he knew he couldn't just deny this poor girl asking for help, he had to drink your blood and make you his, maybe you were the one promised to him after all.

Sensing that you wouldn't be able to say anything, the man cleared his throat slightly to draw your attention. "What do you want?" He said bluntly, his voice deep and raspy but his tone wasn't harsh, if anything he sounded amused to see you standing there.

His voice sent shivers down your body that stopped in between your legs, "I-I'm so sorry to interrupt sir, but can you please help me? I was doing a trail here when I suddenly got lost, I've been walking for hours and I'm just so tired... Please, can I come in?" You struggle to say, your voice filled with nervousness, cracking slightly and still very much hoarse.

Oh, how could he deny this sweet thing in front of him, shivering from the cold and with her heart almost jumping out of her mouth? He would never, at worst he would satiate his hunger killing you and at best you would be his for as long as he could keep you, seems like an absolute win.

He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest, the fabric of his tight shirt stretching taut over his biceps. A smirk tugged at the corner of his chapped lips, revealing a glimpse of his pointy teeth. “Lost your way, have we?” The man said, taunting you with a fake tone of sympathy, his voice filled with amusement. He tilted his head to the side, white bangs falling across his face as he studied you with an intense, unsettling stare.

Despite the smirk on his face, there was a flicker of something dark and dangerous in his eyes. He took a step closer, his tall frame looming over you, and you couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear run down your spine.

He pitied you, just a fragile human girl alone in the dark, almost like a deer caught in headlights. To him, you were adorable, your heart palpitating as the fear only arised within you chest. Oh, how he wanted to corrupt you and make you his, he couldn't stop the thoughts of your trembling form standing on your kness, begging him to keep you alive.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?" He asked, his tone mocking and condescending. He reached out a scarred hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. "And what makes you think I, of all people, would be willing to help you?" His lips curled into a wicked grin.

The crimson glow in his eyes seemed to intensify, burning into you with an almost feverish heat. It was clear that this man, whoever he was, was unpredictable and potentially deadly. And yet, desperate as you were, you had no choice but to put your fate in his hands, to pray that the strange guiding of the butterfly hadn't led you directly into the lair of a monster.

“Please, sir! My phone died and it's really dark outside, I just want to spend the night, I can even pay you in the morning if that's what you're worried about.” You blurted out slightly angry, does he not have even a little bit of empathy?! It's not like you were a threat anyways, so weak you can't even walk properly.

You snort, discredited at his words and attitude. Sure, he's attractive and he does appeal to you, but you're not going to accept such treatment. “Look, I've been nothing but polite to you, if you don't want to help me just say so.”, you mumble, heat arised within your chest but this time because of annoyance, this man sure was starting to get on your nerves.

The man’s eyebrows shot up at your sudden outburst, a look of surprise flickering across his face before being replaced by a wicked grin. He threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the grand foyer.

"Feisty, aren't you?" he chuckled, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "I like that. It's refreshing to see someone with a little backbone for once." He took another step closer, invading your personal space, his tall frame towering over you. You had to crane your neck to maintain eye contact, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. His gaze wandered over your body, lingering on the curve of your waist and hips, then to the swell of your breasts before meeting your defiant eyes once more.

“Very well,” he purred, his voice low and smooth, something hiding underneath his words that you couldn't really name it. "You can stay the night, consider it my good deed for the day." His grin turned sharp, revealing a hint of his fangs. "But don't think for a moment that this means I'm a kind or gentle man. I have my own... Reasons for helping you."

His hand came up to cup your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, your skin tingling where he touched. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, holding you in place.

"And don't go thinking you can outsmart me, girl," he warned, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. "You've no idea what I'm capable of, you're playing a very risky game here.”

“Yeah, got it. Care to let me go now?” You demand, your gaze never leaving his crimson one. As the man's hand drops, you lightly massage the slightly bruised skin. This little game of his actually enticed you, shivers runned rapidly down your spine and a familiar feeling grew between your legs.

“A name would be nice y'know?” You say, taking faint steps and entering his house. You study your surroundings, taking every small detail that resided here. His gaze followed your movements, a hungry glint in his crimson eyes as they roamed over your curves.

"Tomura," he replied, his voice a low rumble. "Tomura Shigaraki.” He didn't bother to ask for your name, he knew you were going to introduce yourself sooner or later.

As you entered the house, Tomura stepped aside, allowing you a clearer view of the inside. The marble floor was greatly polished, reflecting the soft glow of the chandelier above. A grand staircase led up to the second floor, the banister carved with intricate, almost gothic designs. Portraits lined the walls, depicting stern-faced ancestors with sharp, piercing eyes that seemed to follow your every move.

He began to walk towards the staircase, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. "Come, I'll show you to your room. Unless you'd like a tour first?" He glanced back at you, his eyebrows raised in mocking invitation.

“I'm Y/N L/N.” You said sheepshily, your attitude from before was nowhere to be found now. You walked closely behind Tomura, until both of you emerge on the second floor that was as much glamorous as the first one.

“I… I'm sorry for being rude earlier..” You said embarrassed, averting your gaze from him as much as you could, eyes glued to the floor. “Thank you for your hospitality.” You said quietly, your voice almost a whisper.

Tomura paused at the doorway, glancing back at you with a raised eyebrow as you suddenly apologized. He studied your downcast face, taking in the way your cheeks flushed and your eyes darted nervously. It was far different from the fiery defiance he'd seen earlier, and he found himself oddly amused by your sudden shyness.

Shigaraki opened a door adorned with golden carvings, revealing a comfortable and beautiful room. The bed looked like the most comfortable one you've ever seen, filled with pillows and with a big plush comforter.

Two big bookshelfs ocupied one whole wall, stocked with all sorts of books, some that you've never even imagined that existed. You find yourself approaching them, carefully running your fingers through the old books, some picked your interest, maybe you could read them before you go. His gaze flicked to your frame along the bookshelves, curiously watching every step you took. "I see you're a reader," he commented. "Perhaps we have more in common than I thought.”

In the end of the room was another door that leaded to the bathroom, Tomura opened it to show you inside. Even if it wasn't that huge, it still carried the same glamorous look as the rest of the house, shelves and a cabinet made from hardwood with intricate details, the marble from the sink glowed as it was neatly polished, and a large bathtub resided in the other side of the bathroom.

You couldn't wait to submerge your tired body in some hot water, your muscles begged for some sort of relaxation. But there was a strange warmth inside you that begged for something too, though you couldn't quite understand it.

“The bathroom is fully stocked with toiletries and fresh towels. If there's anything else you need, just call me." His gaze lingered on your reflection in the polished sink, admiring the way the light played across your skin.

He was about to step out of the room when he glanced back at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Sweet dreams, little lamb," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I do hope you sleep well tonight. You'll need your rest..." With that cryptic comment, he stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Tomura's words lingered in the air long after he closed the door, leaving you with a sense of unease mixed with a confusing flutter of excitement in your stomach. What did he mean by that comment? Did he have something planned for you in the morning? The thought sent a shiver down your spine, though whether it was from fear or anticipation, you couldn't quite tell.

Shaking your head to dispel the thought, you turned your attention back to your surroundings. You turned the faucet, watching as steam began to rise from the tub, filling the room with a warm, misty haze. The heat felt divine against your chilled skin, and you quickly shed your dirty, sweat-stained clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Stepping into the tub, you couldn't hold back a sigh of pleasure as the hot water enveloped your body, easing the tension and soreness from your muscles.

As you settled back against the porcelain tub, your mind drifted to your him. Tomura Shigaraki was a puzzle, a riddle wrapped in a dangerously attractive package. He was rude, arrogant, and more than a little unnerving, but there was something about him that drew you in, like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was the darkness he carried within him, the promise of chaos and destruction that lurked beneath his charming appearance. Or perhaps it was the way he looked at you, with those piercing blood red eyes that seemed to see right through you, penetrating the very depths of your soul.

You shook your head, pushing the thoughts away. You were being silly, letting your imagination run wild, Tomura was dangerous, and you needed to remember that. He offered you shelter for the night, but that was the extent of his kindness. With that resolution firmly in mind, you finished your bath, the hot water soothing your aching muscles.

As you stepped out of the tub, you wrapped yourself in a plush towel, the soft and fluffy fabric provided a comforting embrace to your still tired body. Then, as soon as you made your way back to the bedroom, you remembered that you didn't have any clean clothes you could change into. You could sleep bare, you wouldn't get cold anyways with such heavy blankets laid upon the bed, but it was best to not take any chances, since you were staying in a stranger's house.

Would he mind to borrow you some of his clothes? You don't want to abuse his hospitality, but this time you had to. “Tomura! Can you come here, please?” You shout embarrassed, sitting on the edge of the large bed, waiting for him.

Tomura heard your embarrassed shout and couldn't help but smirk to himself. He'd been lounging in his study, pouring over some old family documents, when your voice cut through the silence like a knife. It seemed his little lamb was in need of something, and he was more than curious to discover what it could be.

Rising from his chair, Tomura made his way back to your room, he didn't bother knocking, instead pushing open the door and stepping inside. “Do you need something?” He asked curiously. Then, his gaze immediately fell upon you, wrapped only in a towel that clung to your dripping wet curves, and he felt a flicker of heat ignite in his gut.

His eyes flicked down to the towel, noting how it strained to contain your dripping form. A smirk tugged at his lips, and he took a step closer, his tall frame looming over you. "Couldn't find anything to wear, hmm?" he murmured, his voice a low and seductive purr. “Tell me, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and silky, "is this your way of repaying my hospitality? Or are you simply trying to seduce me?" His lips curled into a wicked grin, revealing a hint of his fangs.

Tomura reached out, his scarred fingers brushing against the damp fabric of the towel. He could feel the heat of your skin beneath, the way your body trembled slightly at his touch. It sent a thrill through him, a dark excitement that made his heart pound in his chest. He let his fingers linger on you, tracing the edge of the towel where it clung to your thigh. "You must know the dangers of tempting a man like me," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm not a gentle man, Y/N. I have urges y'know? Dark desires that a sweet little thing like you can hardly imagine.”

Despite the warning tone in his voice, there was a part of him that wanted to throw it all through the windows, to rip away the flimsy towel and take what he wanted. But he held back, curious to see how you would react to his boldness. "What is it that you need, little lamb?" he asked, his tone almost taunting. "Speak quickly, before I lose what little control I have left." His eyes flashed with a dangerously dark desire.

You could only shiver from his touches and words, the familiar heat growing between your legs intensifying, your cheeks now flushed violently as you stared at his lust filled gaze. Your body froze, electricity runned rapidly with each light passing of his hands in you, your breath ragged and a small whimper erupted from your throat.

You couldn't deny it anymore, you wanted him more than anything in this world, no other man made you feel this way in you life. His gaze bored deep into yours, penetrating deep into you, his eyes reflected the same desire you felt.

Then, you kissed him violently, desperate to feel his tongue on yours, it's almost as if you were suffocating and he was the air you needed. One of your hands attached to his hair, the other gripped his biceps tightly, your cunt now dripping wet.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise as you suddenly kissed him, your lips crashing against his with a desperate, almost frenzied hunger. But he quickly recovered, his own desire rising to match your own as he kissed you back with equal fervor.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body hard against his own. You could feel every inch of him, from his muscular chest down to the rigid length of his cock pressing insistently against your hips. He groaned into the kiss making you moan lightly, his tongue taking the opportunity to dive deep into your mouth and tangle with yours in a dance of pure lust.

Tomura's hands roamed your curves, mapping out the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. He squeezed the soft flesh of your ass, kneading it and pulling your hips impossibly tighter against his own. His touch left trails of fire in its wake, your skin tingling and burning with a need that consumed you whole. You could only gasp and moan at his attack, your grip on him tightening as your hole closed around nothing, begging to be filled.

He broke the kiss abruptly, leaving you both panting and flushed. His eyes were dark, glowing red orbs shining with desire as he stared down at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I had no idea you were so... eager." he purred, his voice a low, seductive growl. Tomura buried his face on the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking your soft skin feverishly, leaving a trail of reddened hickeys from you jaw to your shoulder blades. “You've no idea how much I wanted this… You drive me crazy” He mumbles between kisses, inhaling deep into you, getting intoxicated with your scent as one of his hands trailed towards your sex.

“Can I?” He asks, his voice not much higher than a whisper, grazing slightly his fangs onto your sensitive neck. “Fuck… Yes please..” You managed to say between moans and whimpers, your hips bucked and trembled against his hands, his finger sliding agonizingly slow across your drenched folds.

Tomura sinks his fangs deep into your silky flesh, a deep desperate groan erupting from his throat along with your own painful moan. The sting from the puncture mixing with all the sensations around you, his finger working inside your tight cunt, his tongue lapping furiously at your neck, his own needy moans from tasting your blood. You felt as if going insane, the only thoughts that wandered your mind were to surrender yourself completely to him, to let him fill you up and cum on his big cock.

The more blood he drank the weaker you got, your knees now threatening to give up as your body shivered violently. He sensed your body going limp and quickly retracted his fangs, swiftly toring the tower away from your frame and laying you down gently on the bed. “Fuck… I don't think I've ever drank someone that tasted this good..” He commented satisfied, but a tint of hunger still lingered in his tone. He admired your features for a minute, before noticing that your eyes didn't open.

“You alright, little lamb?” He asked worriedly, carefully running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah… Just a little bit sleepy..” You explained between gasps, you never imagined how good it could feel someone feeding off your own blood, but there's always a first time, right?

But he didn't stop there, no, he had to taste more of you, to print this night into the back of your head as well as his. Tomura slowly lowered his head, kissing and biting lightly every centimeter of your body, only stopping when he got in front of your cunt. He could feel the heat of your sex, your hole sopping wet and clenching around nothing, you couldn't help but shiver from anticipation.

His gaze locked with yours, his eyes dripping with lust and need. His lips curved into a dangerous smirk before giving your cunt an experimental lick. He studied your reactions closely, mentally noting what gave you more pleasure. Tomura flicked the tip of his tongue up and down, then from one side to the other, slowly circled your aching clit to tease you and finally lapped at your hole. He groaned deeply just from seeing you writhe under him, he grinded against the soft mattress, his cock painfully hard in the confines of his jeans.

He ate you like a starved man, his strong hands holding down your thighs to the bed, preventing you from squirming away, craving faintly his sharp nails into your flesh. You wouldn't last long and both of you knew it, your moans increased in pitch and your breathing got more rapidly and urgent.

Tomura sucked hard at your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves, determined to sent you over the edge. In a desperate search of something to ground yourself with, your fingers tangle tightly in his hair as you held him against your sex. He could feel your thighs trembling, could hear the way your breath hitched and caught in your throat. He pulled back just long enough to growl out, “Cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my tongue like the good girl you are.”

Then he dove back in, sucking and licking and teasing until he felt your body go rigid, until you were screaming his name to the heavens as your orgasm crashed over. He could feel your juices flooding his mouth, could taste the sweet, tangy flavor of your release.

Still, he didn't let go, even as you begged him to stop, even as your body shook and shuddered with the force of your climax. He continued to lap and suck, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your quivering form. Only when you collapsed back onto the bed, body limp and panting, did he finally pull away. He licked his lips, appreciating every small drop of your sweet juices.

You couldn't look away from the sight in front of you, as Tomura got up and started undressing himself. Revealing his muscular yet slim body that was adorned with scars and little moles, his face now reddened from the previous action along with his lust filled smirk that showed off his fangs. His silver hair glowing faintly on account of the moonlight peeking through the windows, and his red eyes that burned with desire for you. How could a man be so beautiful? You felt as if you were slowly falling in love with him.

Tomura could see the way your gaze roamed over his scarred, muscular body, could feel the heat of your stare like a physical caress. Deep down, it pleased him, knowing that he affected you so deeply, that he could make you feel things you had never experienced before.

You were pulled off of your trance as you felt his heat dragging along your folds, a moan immediately escaping your throat. As you looked down you were dumbfounded, his cock was much bigger than you thought it was. "T-Tomura... I don't think it's gonna fit... 's too big..." You explained sheepshily, your face even more flushed with embarrassment.

He only chuckled darkly at your words, his voice a low, seductive rumble as he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He made you taste yourself on his tongue, the tangy flavor of your arousal mixing with both of your saliva. He was intoxicating, addicting, and you knew you would never get enough of him.

“Oh, it will fit,” he purred, his voice dripping with a dark promise as he rolled his hips, dragging the thick length of his cock along your slick folds, “I'll make it fit, little lamb. I'll stretch you wide and fill you up until you're dripping with my seed.”

"I'm going to ruin you," he assured, his voice dripping with anticipation. His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly around your bruised neck, spreading even more the faint streak lines of blood that remained flowing through your skin. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, until the only thing you can think about is the feeling of my cock inside you. Is that what you want?” He whispered in your ear, giving a teasing lick to your earlobe then biting lightly, making you shiver even more.

You nodded your head vigorously, your hands caressing his shoulders as your gaze was glued to his, doe eyes pleading for his touch, for his cock, for his love. Little did you know, Tomura reciprocated how you felt, slowly getting addicted to your moans, to your taste and scent, to how good you're being to him, to your appearance and personality. He was right all along, you were the one promised to him, you were made to be his for all eternity, he had to take you now, to make his and no one else's.

“Then be a good girl and beg for it, little lamb. Tell me how badly you want me to corrupt you..” He commanded, groaning against your mouth, his hands clawing at your hips, already positioning his cock to your entrance. You couldn't help but moan at his words, sinking your hands at his hair, tugging tightly, making him moan slightly and chuckle softly at your boldness. “Please, Tomura! Want you so so bad!” You pleaded, biting your lips. “Need your big cock inside me, need you to drink more of my blood, need you to mark me and make me yours so much, please!” You exclaimed, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes hazed with need and lust, lovestruck gaze penetrating deep into his red orbs.

Oh, you're going to be the death of him. How could he let you go after this? After tugging at his heart and leaving him addicted to you? Never, not in a millions years would he let you go. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you balls deep, his thick cock stretching your tight walls around him. He groaned at the exquisite feeling of your warm heat, at the way your cunt clenched and fluttered around his invading length.

The air was knocked out of your lungs in response to Tomura's sudden intrusion, small tears falling from your eyes. "W-Wait please! 's too much!" you pleaded as your legs trapped his hips, preventing him from moving, one of your hands tugging at his hair and the other gripping tightly at his biceps, a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

Once the sting became weaker and you got used to his length, you faintly bucked your hips along to Tomura's, silently letting him know that you were ready. You pulled him into a passionate kiss, melting into his tongue as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

Both of you groaned into the passionate kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth to claim you thoroughly. He could taste your tears, could feel the way your body melted against his as you began to move your hips in time with his own. It spurred him on, drove him to thrust harder and faster, determined to bring you to the heights of ecstasy. “Fuck.. You're so wet, so tight.” He commented into your mouth, his tone heavy with pleasure as his cock pistoned inside you unmercifully. His hands clawed tightly at your hips, you were sure there would be bruises by the morning.

Tomura dived at the other side of your neck, claiming this one as well. His fangs abruptly piercing your silky skin, making blood emerge rapidly from the pulsing vein beneath. He lapped and sucked hard at the wound, still surprised to how good you tasted, to how he was able to live before knowing you.

You couldn't handle it all, his thick cock stretching you wide and abusing your sweet spot, reaching deep into your cervix. His tongue furiously catching everything single drip of your delicious blood, moaning from pleasure. It all made you see stars in the corners of your vision, your moans turning to screams of pure ecstasy and lust, your eyes rolling back towards the skull.

Tomura left your bruised neck, his penetrating gaze locked to yours as he pressed your foreheads together. “Such a good girl for me, aren't you?” He smirked darkly, satisfied with how you clamped down at him every time he complimented you. “Yes, you're my good girl, all mine and no one else's.” He groaned against your lips, the pleasure being too much for the both of you.

As you screamed his name and begged for more, telling him how much you wanted and loved him, he lifts your legs, pressing your knees to your chest. You protested, claiming he was going to kill you this way, but he didn't listen. “Awn, but you're such a good girl, you can take it, right? You can handle my dick so deep inside, right?” He taunted you, his tone dark as he chuckled lightly. He knew that you were just rambling, knew that you wanted him to press more into your sensitive and abused cervix.

It all became too much, that familiar feeling growing stronger and stronger deep in your guts, and soon it would snap. “T-Tomura! Want to cum on your dick so bad! Please, let me!” You managed to say between gasps, moans and screams of his name. He could feel you clamping down harder, your sopping cunt staining the sheets beneath you, but your plead to have your release sent him over the edge.

He slammed his cock into you even faster, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated as he took your lips into a fiercy and passionate kiss, engulfing all of your sweet noises that drove him mad. “That's it, cum on my cock, little lamb…” He exclaimed, one of his hand descending to your swollen clit, circling it hard with his thumb. “Fuck! I'm close too! Gonna claim you, make you all mine for all eternity.” He rambled, groaning and reciprocating your desperated “I love you"s.

Your cord finally snapped, your orgasm crashed violently, your whole body trembled as you tightened your embrace around Tomura. You throw your head back, eyes rolling back almost reaching your skull, as you moaned and called his name like a prayer. The feeling of your walls clutching tightly to his cock, as your juices dripped down to his ball were too much to him. He buried himself to the hilt inside you, and with a strangled moan he came, painting your cunt with his seed.

He stayed inside for a while, allowing both of you to catch your breath. He gently kissed the markings on you neck, then your cheeks and finally your lips, in a feverish and passionate caress.

Your eyelids felt heavier with each blink, he slowly pulled out, his cum flowing from your hole to the sheets beneath. As Tomura laid beside your tired body, you could only hug him tightly. Your breathing deepening as your eyes shut completely, mumbling a faint "I love you" to him as you drifted to sleep along him. Maybe getting lost in that forest wasn't a bad thing after all.

[matriarchjojo]

❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

♱ PAIRING  : INCEL!IDIA + BIMBO!READER

⚠︎ WARNINGS  : 18+, oral, misogyny, slut shaming, switch!idia, Kind of hate fucking?, loss of virginity, implications of reader fucking Leona and Ruggie lmao, noncon creampie, possessiveness, toxic behavior, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

♱ SUMMUARY :  idia didn't like you the moment he saw you, not only was it unusual for him to even see a woman outside of the Internet but also that it was a woman like you, going to his College? In his class? Next to him?

"Nghh!-" idia didn't even know how he got in this fucking Situation..you were on your knees in front of him in his gaming chair and his stiff cock in your mouth. Idia wouldn't say he hates you, he would say despise.

The way you jump in pe and it's making your tits bounce up and down, while your ass and thighs are jiggling even when they're covered by your unbelievably tight Yoga pants. Where he also could see the outline of your pussy whenever you would bend down to stretch, and it's not like he excuses himself to go to the bathrooms to furiously jerk off..he would never!

But the way you flaunt your tits around and always hang out with those damn Jocks from the savannaclaw dorm was probably the absolute worst, but he swears he isn't jealous when he Sees leonas tail curl around your thigh or ruggies hand on your ass. He just hates what a slut you are. He even swears he's not into you while he pumps his hard cock while thinking of how pretty you'd Sound when he would fuck you, how pretty his name coming out of your mouth would Sound. You didn't mind idia though, you even though he was pretty cute! You loved his hair and Especially his pretty make-up.

Idia Was just about to leave to go back to his dorm but you ran up from behind him yelling his name cutely as your shoes clacked against the floor and your skirt fluttered, you looked like a cute anime girl in your uniform and he admits that you look kind of cute, but he won't fall for a vixen like you! "what do you want..?" He mumbled and you smiled at him, making him slightly blush "I was wondering if you could help me out with the alchemy homework. I don't get it at all~!" You fake pouted which made him cringe but the sight of your glossy lips pouting did make his dick twitch a little in his sweats. "..And why would you want me to help?" He asked quietly with his hands in his pockets and looking at you disinterested. you put your hands behind your back and looked to the side shyly "Well. I just thought you did like super good in class today and you seem pretty nice..do I think you'd help a damsel in distress like me, hehe!"

you- you thought he seemed nice??

That comment actually flustered him because he thought you thought that he was a creepy shut-in pervert which he admittedly is, but that's beside the point "y-you..really want me to help you, hm?" He avoided eye contact and tried to hide the fact that he was beyond flustered but the tips of his hair that turned a cute pink gave it away. "Will you?" You asked again gripping the Papers in front of you. Idia sighed and nodded "sure.. I guess.." you let out a loud 'yay' before following him to his dorm.

And now you were skillfully sucking his cock down your tight throat "f-fuck- s-stop, stop!" He huffed as he felt his orgasm approach faster than he wanted you he pushed your head by his palm on your forehead off of his cock, you looked drunk almost with that dazed look in your eyes and your drool running down your chin. You looked hot.

You blinked up at his and continued stroking him a little "but whyy? I want your cum in my mouth~" you whined sadly and you felt his cock twitch in your hand. The way you said it sounded just so pornographic!

"I-i-i..." he coughed and slapped himself for stuttering and moaning so much before he spoke up again "I wanna m-make you feel good too.." your eyes lit up and idia pulled you up and slowly ran his shaking and sweaty hand up your soft thigh under your skirt to grab the material of your panties and pull them down, just to see a string of slick connecting you and your panties. He had to bite his lip to not groan at that erotic sight. No ero game Compared to literally just looking at you.

Idia pulled your skirt up to show him your soaking and sticky pussy "hold." He said motioning for you to hold your skirt up while staring in awe at your cunt. Once you grabbed your skirt, idias hands grabbed at your hips and he just pressed his face into your wet cunt and groaning desperately.

"Aaah~! I-idia!!" Your pretty moans went straight to his cock, you tasted so fucking good. Idia just sloppily licked up all of your sweet juices off your thighs and pussy before sucking hungrily on your clit. One of your hands went into his hair and you started grinding your hips into his face more while he slipped his tongue into your messy hole. Idia never thought he'd do this to you, and that you would like it that much that you would grind your cunt on his face.

You pulled idia away from your pussy with a gasp. You looked at him and saw so much slick and spit on his chin, cheeks, nose, and lips while a string connected him and your cunt for a little before it quickly snapped and dripped onto his chair.

You bit your lip and grinned as you sat down on his lap, with your lubed-up pussy pressed against his cock and idia let out another gasp followed up by a moan when you ran your cunt up his length till his tip pressed against your hole.

"Nh- wanna fuck you. want that big cock!" You sounded like a pornstar! You're gonna kill him like that!!

"O-okay..j-just be gen-AAGH!" You didn't let him finish and just dropped yourself down onto his cock with a loud whine. "m-nghh~..fuuck..wh-what-AHH!" you cut him off again by rolling your hips on him while licking your lips at his pretty facial expression and how cute his moaning sounded.

"F-feels so good, idiaa~" you purred before you swung your arms around his neck and then mixed your lipgloss with his blue lipstick in a messy kiss, you could tase yourself on his lips and tongue but also how his mouth tasted faintly like Cola.

"Mnggh~" you moaned into the kiss as you sped the movements of your hips up, dragging his long and thick cock along your sensitive and snug walls so deliciously. Idia couldn't stop groaning and whimpering into your mouth the whole time.

You were his first time, and you truly felt better than his hand. Your kiss, lipgloss and pussy were like a love spell, suddenly all kinds of thoughts about marrying you flooded into his mind. You're a dirty witch..but he loved it to no end.

His hand suddenly grabbed your hips and the other swung around your waist, holding you tighter against him before he stopped your hips and thrust hard into you. Making you throw your head back and arch your back as idia just sadistically grinned up at you, or rather your neck.

"Now, you're getting treated like the slut you are, hm?" He chuckled and began to suck on your neck and leave hickeys with blue sticky lipstick around them on your neck while you just moaned loudly.

"Dirty whore! Getting gangbanged by those jocks isn't enough for ya, huh? Ya needed the shut-in too? Huuh?!" He kept grinning but once your pussy clenched down on him he rolled his eyes back with you and his thrusts became unsteady and more frantically as he suddenly came straight into your cunt

"N-noo~ ahhh- Y-you're filling me up- ahh~" you cried out grabbing at his hoodie, but he couldn't even hear you anymore through his orgasm.

He wants you to stay here with him for longer, and he will be stuck to you forever now.

You're his girlfriend now. No matter what you say.

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What about 29 with Shig for the kiss prompts bestie? (Also new color scheme looking sharp.)

send me a number and i’ll write a kiss prompt for you

oh jesus christ bestie you’re gonna be the death of me with this one/lh also why thank you bestie i do be obsessed with it 👀 now lets get to the good stuff

warnings: death (reader and character), quirk use, corrupt heroes as always, crying/sobbing, mention of the lov, building collapsing, murder (technically), lots of kissing, angst, major character death

“Hey, hey shh shh shh shh shhh, it’s okay. we’re okay you just hold on tight okay?” he whispered, stroking the side of your face with one hand while the other wiped away your tears.

He kissed you through it all. the ground rumbled beneath you two and you were scared, deathly afraid of what was about to happen, but Shigaraki distracted you through it all. kissing away your tears as they fell down to your lips and onto the dirty concrete. The heroes were closing in on you and the ones you thought might’ve been your saving grace, your easy way out, were just as corrupt as the others. just like shigaraki told you, but now was not the time for that. now was not the time for him to gloat about he was right, because he didnt want to be right about this. not when it was a life or death situation and the heroes had you trapped underneath a deteriorating building.

shigaraki could only use his quirk for so long before the slabs of cement crushed the both of you. it was your fault really, you were the one with the idea to recruit a low ranked hero for help. he could only do so much to fix this. so, thats why when he realized he couldn’t fix it this time, that you were both about to be crushed to death, he did everything in his power to make it easier on you. hopefully turning someone gruesome into a not so gruesome tale in the end, but not enough to save you. fuck, he was so angry he couldn’t save you. but he settled on making you feel comfortable and loved in your final moments. for your final moments he finally let his guard down, and let himself be vulnerable for you.

“Tomu, i’m scared i wanna go home. i wanna go home to Kurogiri and all our friends.” you sobbed.

his hand was held up against a slab of cement turning it to ash as others came falling down as well. he pressed his forehead against yours to urge you forward. and you did, pressing yours against his.

“hey, i’ll get us out of this, okay pumpkin? i promise. i promise,”—he kisses you softly—“That when we get home we’ll throw a party,”—and kissed you again and again and again and again—“And we’ll play that game you wanted to play, watch that movie; and then it’ll all be okay. okay? but you gotta trust me.” he muttered against your mouth, both pairs of lips trembling and wet.

you looked up at him with tears in your eyes—red and puffy—and nodded slowly, reluctantly. a small smile formed on your face as you reached forward to kiss him again, holding his jaw to force his face against yours.

you kissed him sloppily and fervently, “P-promise t-th-that we’ll go home Tomu?” and you kissed him again to really stress the meaning behind those words.

you wanted more time, you just wanted more time with him, to be with Shigaraki and love him, but life was a bitch and you didn’t get that choice anymore. and you certainly didnt get that choice when the building came crushing down onto the both of you, breaking every bone in your body and killing you instantly.

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18+ content and blog minors dni or you will be blocked

shigaraki x trans!reader w/a vagina

758 words

warnings: breeding, creampie, unsafe sex, hate sex, pet names (pet, good boy, good girl), name calling (bitch, whore, slut, cheap whore, etc.), mention of bruises/marks, reader gets picked up, reader is turned upside down, mention of kids, rough hard sex, spitting (in mouth), shig pries open your mouth, a lot of cum, reader is shigaraki’s cum dump, afab reader, reader is trans bc i am trans, reader has different gendered descriptors used but no pronouns are used, enemies to lovers 🤪, switching positions a lot (doggy style, mating press, etc.), pain, shig doesn’t respect you yet he does (?), hair pulling, degrading, degradation, if i missed anything please tell me

a/n: this is a self indulgent self ship post so keep that in mind when reading this. i wrote it in x reader form bc 1) that’s easier 2) its more fun and 3) i still wanted to share here so i thought why not. i was listening to my selfship playlist (shigz hehe ty eris bby <3) and it had me in the self ship mood so here we are! with that being said enjoy and don’t be afraid to reblog and/or leave feedback. this is kinda rushed thats my bad sometimes being h word be like that sometimes.

His cock curved up into that oh so sweet spot in your cunny, your gummy walls squeezing him for all he’s got. Purple bruises cover your body and you’re covered in cum in all the right places.

“Whore.”

He spat on you and pushed your legs against your stomach harder, pushing himself deeper inside of you. Shigaraki let out a strangled moan, nearly crying from the overwhelming pleasure. He may have been insulting you left and right, but that didn’t change the fact he’d came inside of you more times than you could count. Shigaraki called every name in the book: whore, slut, bitch, cheap whore; the list goes on and on, and if there was one thing you knew it’s that your pussy had never been this wet before.

Prying your mouth open with two fingers he spat in your mouth and thrusted his lips against yours, your teeth clashed, tongues wet, slimy and bitter from the mixture of cum and spit.

Ending the kiss he purred, “Good boy”.

That caused your core to swell with desire, your eyes looked into his as he fucked you hard, his lust-filled ones that mirrored yours stared back. Your nails dug into his back ‘til the skin broke, but he paid no mind to it and continued. Your body was an addiction and you were his drug of choice, your lustful sounds were the chorus of his most truest desires. He abruptly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach on the floor, forcing your face into the ground with a vice grip on your hair.

“Take it bitch.” He said as he slammed his cock inside you until he bottomed out.

He let out a moan with a perverted expression on his face, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth he panted lewdly as he fucked your insides with no respect for you. He yanked your hair with no regard of how you felt. The only thing he focused on was fucking you until you became a dumb, babbling mess on the floor. It always ended up with the two of you lashing out from the thick tension in the room whenever you were near each other, and then next thing you know you’re being stuffed with his thick cock. It was big and fat and far too much for you to take painlessly, but you learned early on to not complain unless you wanted punishment.

His hips slapped against yours as he rammed his girth all the way inside you, and then pulled out all the way ‘til he bottomed out inside you. Your whines and screams fueled his arousal and encouraged him to fuck you harder and harder. Again, he abruptly switched positions one last time and picked you up, supporting you up with his arms, your legs and arms around his waist just before he resumed fucking you. You ground onto his cock in desperation, but still that wasn’t enough for you. You needed more.

“Since you wanna act like a cock hungry whore I’ll treat you like one.” He snarled.

He began fucking you harder than you’d ever been fucked before. It was hot regardless of the pain, you’d even go as far to say it added to the pleasure. You tried hanging onto him as best as you could but your head grew dizzy from the ecstasy, the pleasure was too much. You drooled onto his chest as you held onto him, your head fell back as you screamed from overstimulation. How many times had you cum now? 5? 7? 10 times? You weren’t sure, you’d lost count after the first five orgasms from how intense the waves of pleasures were.

“Fuck f-fuck! Im gonna cum.” He moaned.

Shigaraki looked at you and saw you completely limp in his arms from your high, he really did fuck you dumb.

“Can’t even handle this much? God, you’re pathetic.”

Taking your hips he repeatedly slammed himself inside you, breathing heavy as he called you a ‘good cum dump’ and ‘his good little pet.’ When the dam finally broke and his coil burst, he unleashed his load inside your cunt. He flipped you upside down, your body angled just right while he filled your insides with his seed.

With a wide teethed grin he said, “I wanna make sure it takes. Gotta make sure I have an heir, after all.”

God that’s hot

“Next time you fuck me make sure you do it right.” You snapped with a grin.

“Greedy little whore.” He replied with a sinister grin before he fucked you again.

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