If Heroes Are Supposed To Help Those In Need, Comfort The Distressed And Protect The Vulnerable, Then

If heroes are supposed to help those in need, comfort the distressed and protect the vulnerable, then Tomura Shigaraki deserves the title of the greatest hero. Not because he had the highest ranking or saved the most lives or was the "goodest person" but because he did that shit. He gave a place to the disenfranchised he kept them safe and fed to the best of his ability and fought for their happiness. Not out of want for fame or glory. Not even because of some grand sense of altruisim. But because he saw the league as people, as his friends.

In spite of AFO's schemes, in spite of hero society's apathy, in spite of the fucking narrative both in universe and in our lives, Tomura Shigaraki was a hero. And even when he failed he never stopped trying.

Tomura Shigaraki is the greatest hero in the series.

GROCERY STORE RUN-IN — katsuki bakugo x gn!reader

reader ends up accidentally running into Mitsuki Bakugo at the grocery store and katsuki… he doesnt take it well. oops !!! requested by @rueclfer <33!!!!

BONUS!!

no one knows how Mic has survived life for as long as he has

fem shiggy because i saw absolutely unacceptable version of her on twt and needed to restore balance to the universe

DESPERATE ┊ SHIGARAKI TOMURA

tags: AFAB reader, NSFT, desperate shigaraki, brief mention of a pocket pussy, unprotected sex, sex without prep, vaginal oral sex (reader receiving), creampie, cum eating, brief overstimulation, porn without plot

wc: 1k

“Do you need something?” You ask fondly, right hand raising to thread through Tomura’s hair. He’s looming over your body, supported by his forearms either side of your head, his game left on pause and abandoned.

He glares at the question, almost offended that you couldn’t read his mind. Tomura had no qualms about demanding things from you but he hated asking.

You knew what he wanted. You just thought he should use his words. In obvious confliction he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing at the skin, and you press your thumb to his mouth to stop him.

“Don’t do that,” you murmur, his expression twisting into a scowl as the pad of your thumb wipes away the small smear of blood from his lip.

“Just—” he chokes on a low, frustrated snarl, gloved hands fisting into the plush of your pillows and rolling his hips forward, his hard cock pressing against you through the fabric of his sweats. He hisses with the movement, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, the friction sweet but still not enough.

"—wanna cum," he slurs.

“And you need me for that?” —You keep your tone light, eyes never leaving the screen of your phone, thoroughly enjoying his agitation — “why don’t you use your pocket pussy?”

Tomura was needy, insatiable, and more often than not you simply gave him what he wanted before he even knew he wanted it. But there were times that you liked him to work for it.

He exhales a broken groan, rutting between your legs in rough, short spurts as if he were still trying to restrain himself, the material of your shorts rubbing uncomfortably with the movement.

“Nothing feels as good as you,” he whines. His hands grope at the softness of your bare thighs, the seams of his leather artist gloves lightly scratching skin. A warmth blooms in your chest, endearment at his desperation, and a spark of pride at his confession.

You could deny him. Tomura was capable of committing heinous acts but he had never hurt you, nor had he ever forced you to do something. If you wished it, he would cum where he knelt, humping you like an animal in heat.

“Alright, baby. I’ll let you use me—” fingers soon curling into the waistband of your shorts, frantically tugging them over the curve of your hip, “—but be careful at first. Ok?”

The stretch of Tomura’s cock is more of an ache than it is a sting. You’re already a little wet as he sinks himself into your warm cunt, exhaling slowly to relax your muscles and accommodate him. His arms hook around your thighs and fold them against your chest, shuddering above you as he cages you beneath his body, whispering a chorus of stuttered ‘thank you’s into your hair.

“That’s it baby, take what you need”.

He loses himself in you, barely coherent and babbling. He was always so vocal, every thought that comes to his mind spilling from his mouth and your name spoken like a plea. Like a string pulled taut, Tomura snaps the moment your fingers brush the length of his spine, the slap of skin against skin reverberating throughout the bedroom.

“Kiss,” he pants against your cheek, and you turn your head to appease him. His tongue slides between your parted lips, messy and directionless, carried only by the need to be closer to you. He kisses you fervently, moaning into your mouth with every squeeze of your pussy. You feel the burn of your hamstrings, the ache in your hips and the swell of your unattended clit, breathing soft whimpers of your own.

When Tomura cums you almost don’t notice — because he doesn’t stop. Lewd, wet sounds echo in your ears, cum gradually slipping out of you onto the bed with each thrust of his softening cock. Wide crimson eyes bore into yours, wild and dilated, rolling into the back of his head as his knees shift, pressing you further into the bedsheets.

“S’it good, Tomura?” You murmur, attempting to coax him back to the surface.

“Hurts so good,” he hisses, expression twisting into a pained frown, mouth hung open and slick with spit. He ruts into you once, twice, before stilling his hips.

As he pulls out there’s an odd sense of emptiness. His shoulders rise and fall while he catches his breath, gaze drifting between your legs, watching your pussy clench around nothing, the last of his cum spilling onto the sheets.

He blinks slowly, contemplative, both gloved hands travelling the length of your thighs, and you startle when he bows forward to slide the flat of his tongue through your folds. You shake as Tomura laps up the remains of himself, fucking it back into you with his tongue, nose pressed against your swollen clit.

He inhales deeply, shamelessly, his fingers curling into the fat of your thighs, dimpling the skin. Loving praises tumble from your mouth and he finally, peers up at you from behind his bangs as he takes your clit between his lips, tantalising and softly rolling the tip of his tongue against you.

“Fuck,” you whine, head rolling forward and tucking your chin to your chest, brow furrowed in pleasure as you’re pulled closer to the edge. A pitched moan catches awkwardly in your throat, your hips moving of their own accord as your orgasm washes over you.

Tomura groans as if he were coming himself, relishing the taste, your body squirming beneath his unrelenting ministrations. With a firm grip of his hair you pull him from your pussy, overwhelmingly tender.

“Better?” You laugh softly, taking in his appearance.

He’s a sight to behold. Grinning, satisfied, head tilted and bearing his neck under your hold, chin and cheeks covered in cum and spit.

“Much better,” he rasps.

Ran to my computer to make this