Thinking About Shigaraki's Gamer Rage Spilling Over While He's Playing An Especially Hard Game, And He

Thinking about Shigaraki's gamer rage spilling over while he's playing an especially hard game, and he snaps at you for interrupting. His words sound cruel, almost harsh, but as soon as they leave him he knows he made a mistake. Next thing you know, the screens gone blank and he's all over you, pulling you into his lap with a frustrated frown, a mumbled apology leaving him before he turns the monitor on again.

"you want a turn?"

Just thinking about Bakugo crushing on Kirishima's Hot older sister...

Not proofread WHATSOEVER (I'm too sleep deprived for that shit)

The funny thing is, Kiri never mentioned having an older sister, but here you are.

Pt.2!

The first time Bakugoo sees you he has to do a double take. Kirishima had invited the Bakusquad over to his house for the first time when the group knocked on the door having carpooled there. Pretty you opened the door, standing there all dolled up in your tiny dress, ears adored with gold hoops and a matching necklace.

he thought you were gorgeous.

You do a little huff, stepping to the side obviously waiting for someone else.

"Ejiro, your friends are here!" you call out, only to not hear a response from the redhead.

"You guys can chill on the couch for a little, I'll go get him." You roll your eyes at your brother's behavior before stepping out of the room.

Denki lets out a low whistle, and Sero chuckles in response. The redhead soon joined them, settling on the couch. "Well, I can see where all the good Genes went." Denki cackles.

"Huh?" Puzzled by the comment, Ejiro looks over to the strangely quiet blonde. "What're they talking about?"

"Your sister dipshit. You're dumber than you look you know that?"

Their banter continues for a while while Bakugo gets up to go to the bathroom. Only to be met with you, touching up your makeup in the mirror. Glancing over, your eyes shimmer with a curious glint to them.

"Do'y need something?" You hum, placing your lipgloss down and giving your full attention to the blonde in front of you.

You weren't dumb, you're fully aware of the man in front of you basically undressing you with his eyes. You can't deny the fact that he's attractive. But he's just a little too young for you.

"Eyes up here blondie," You laugh as his cheeks flush a shade of scarlet that could rival Kirishima's hair.

"Give it a few years and maybe we can grab a drink together sometime." You brush past him with a sly smile, leaving him enchanted by your smell.

If on cue your obnoxious brother calls your name, announcing that your friends are outside, and with that, you're gone.

Let's just say that that wasn't the last time you saw the blonde.

I had a random spark of inspo and even though I have class early tomorrow morning, I HAD to put this out~ I had one Idea and I tried to add to it, I am trying to get back into writing fanfic so if it's dog water that's mb ToT

-Should I make this into an actual fic?-

This is similar to what I was expecting for chapter 430 to happen, but here we are...

Don't know who did this, but sorry, i needed to share it.

Ok, I understood what you all have said.

This beautiful art was made by Nyx (@NyxDrawhine), amazing artist btw if you look to their twitter acc.

transferring my period cramps to bakugou

solace - shigaraki tomura

- cw : fem!reader, fluff, small angst, implied mental illness w shiggy, very small post !

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tomura shigaraki clings to you like he will die if he lets go.

he's a hardened villain; he shouldn't be this weak to you. but, one look from your soft and loving eyes and he's weak in the knees. he just- he loves you so much, and he's never felt that before. this is new territory, you were his first everything. he was a shut-in before you came along, only really going outside for villain purposes.

but now you, his cute and sweet little girlfriend wants to go on dates? wants to go to the arcade and win shitty little prizes? sign him up, he'd never let you go without him. what if you got hurt?

before you, tomura never took care of himself. his nails were long and sharp, his hair was greasy and filthy and his skin was flaky and smelly. but, once you came along, and you saw how little he took care of himself, your eyes filled with something he hadn't seen in so, so long. empathy.

you washed his hair, put on his skincare products and clipped his fingernails. you washed his clothes and helped him clean his room. you got him out of that hopeless, depressive state he'd been in for so long; only ever cleaning up for missions that required it.

you stayed when he would snap at you, when he thought he was undeserving so he pushed you away, yelling, throwing fits and threatening you. you were patient. you stayed. every effort he made to sabotage your relationship was pointless; you knew he didn't want you gone.

tenko, despite wearing gloves, will never touch you with all five fingers. he knows he's a monster, but he wouldn't even want to risk hurting you. he confesses this to you in a hushed whisper late in the night, scratching his neck with his nails til blood drips down onto his black hoodie. you smiled at him, holding his hand away from his bloodied neck and looking at him with love in your eyes. “you're not a monster. not to me.”

shimura tenko, who clings to you as he cries, your loving whispers providing him solace for the first time since he was 5.

Dry humping with L on the couch in his hotel room. He's on top of you wedged between your thighs, his body trembling as he rubs his clothed cock against you. He's never felt this before, never shared pleasure with anyone, and it's overwhelming. His hair falls over his face, his eyes half closed, breath shaking, cock wet and so hard it doesn't even feel like his anymore. And when it all gets too much and his quaking arms can't hold him any longer, he presses his body wholly against yours, movements uncoordinated, breath hot against your neck, capable only of a string of husky groans, "Mmh mmh mmh," as he shudders through his orgasm, his mind for once almost entirely silent in the aftermath.