✰ starring: tomura shigaraki x fem!reader
✰ synopsis: stardew valley au: your grandfather’s death has left you with the once in a lifetime opportunity to move away to where nature calls you, and there you meet the loving touya, the bubbly himiko, and the whirlwind enigma, tomura.
✰ content: quirkless, stardew valley au! awkward first? love, lots of stardew valley canon compliant stuff (locations, festivals, birthdays etc), non-descript injury, non-descript killing (of monsters Lol), mentions of loneliness/isolation and consequent depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms, slight angst, shigaraki likes frogs. if you do not know the stradew valley plot/lore, you won’t be lost i promise. i tried to make it as clear as i could
✰ warnings: switch!tomura, switch!reader, dom/sub dynamics, semi-public sex, blowjobs, face-fucking, unprotected sex, slight size kink, belly bulge, light bondage, ass play, rimming, face-sitting, slight cumplay. alcohol consumption, slight dubcon for it. reader refers to tomura’s hole as a ‘cunt’. just once
✰ word count: 25.9k (i’m about to die)
✰ a/n: oh my god. oh my fucking god. this monster is finally done. i started this literally three months ago (on 19 jan 2022) and i have just been putting it off for fucking weeks. but finally, stardew valley!shigaraki is here. most of this was written at 2am after a whole day of uni work, but i’ve had it edited over n over n beta’d so i hope you guys enjoy it. seriously contemplating never doing a long fic ever again. playlist for this fic
dedicated to my baby, heart and soul minty @peppermint-saddies. thank u for brainrotting this idea with me months ago.
if you’re reading this, you must be in dire need of a change. the same thing happened to me, long ago. i’d lost sight of what mattered most in life… real connections with other people and nature. so i dropped everything and moved to the place i truly belong.
the bus ride is bumpy. you think the air conditioner’s a little wonky, so you reach up to twist the nozzle and it blasts colder, stronger. there’s idle chatter around you, submerging you but not quite reaching you. it sinks in your bones, now that you’re really here, how much you left behind. maybe it’s for the best. zuzu city was dreary, you could feel it in the everyday, in the air of your stuffy cubicle, of the worn out pavements. maybe it was good for you to leave.
so you settle back into your seat, watching as the world whips by. you’d forgone the earphones in favour of the rumbling of the engine. there’s somebody behind you on the phone, muttering about how tiring his trip was and how glad he was to finally get back home. “though the town never has cases like these,” he laments. “these out of town consultations may be tiring, but they’re good for the bank, you know?” you hear a soft muffled response, a girl maybe.
the town. that’s where you were going, isn’t it? maybe he was one of the villagers grandpa had talked about in his letter. you doubt it, since grandpa hadn’t been back here in years, maybe decades. you try to sneakily catch a glance of this guy, twisting your back under the guise of cracking it, and you manage to spot his auburn hair and thick frame glasses. he catches your gaze before you can turn back, and smiles. you smile back, and that’s the end of that.
the rest of the ride breezes by, the soft hum of the engine and the occasional bumps along the road that jerk you awake. finally the valley comes into view, and you’re grateful for the opportunity to stretch out your legs after this endless journey. the breeze is to die for, the smell of pine refreshing. you feel it in your bones, the overwhelming relief you feel that finally, you’re here.
it’d been the figment of your imagination, a dream, something that you reached out for but could never really touch in the months leading up to this moment, since you quit working at joja headquarters after reading grandpa’s letter. but now, as you stand on earthy oranges and greens, as two figures approach you with gentle smiles on their faces, it’s all come to fruition. the man on the back of the bus bustles off, waving a small ‘hello’ to the two people who’d come to greet you at the bus stop.
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