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I got something for you? Shigaraki Is a little bit jealous of his S/O having her own theme song like “Tale as old as time” (from Lydia the bard) Or “Queen of mean” (from descendants 3) Like he thinks, it’s kind of cool to have your own evil team music? but on the other hand, Shigaraki is like “Dammit! I wish I would’ve thought about that?”😂

That's actually really funny, I think it's a cute idea lol

The date (Shigaraki X F!Reader) By Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi ✨ I decided to write part two of my recent post (if you haven't read it, click here) I hope you enjoy! (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Tag @thickemadame

Warnings: mentions of blood but fluff anyway

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Shigaraki has been talking with y/n for over two weeks and they already had planned where they would go to have lunch. It actually took that long to organised because of Tomura's "busy schedule" (which meant finding a day where AFO or the league wouldn't need him) and also because he needed to make sure the place they picked was safe (but she didn't have to know any of that)

All this nights spent together talking and playing games, made him believed that maybe there was a chance to be loved and happy in this world. And he liked the person he became around her, made him feel a little more human and not a complete "monster", like everybody thought.

However, he was scared shirtless of her reaction when she'd put the pieces together and realised who he really was and what he was aiming to achieve. But Tomura wished that when it happens, she'll understand him and stays by his side.

The day of their "date", as he liked to call it, was around the corner and so was his anxiety. What if he was too much of a freak for her? What if she saw him at daylight and thought he was ugly (which he believed he was)? How would he talked to a woman when all his life he was rejected or feared by them? So many questions that didn't let him sleep at night. That and the constant thoughts of her soft skin and how good it felt to have her lips on his cheek. He dreamed about having her in front of him and being able to kiss and caress her body.

He didn't have anybody to share his thoughts and opinions about this and he knew he couldn't ask his master; he would say that she was a "distraction" and would try to hurt her. That's why he reminded calmed and did his own research by watching shitty romantic movies and series.

He was in the middle of "Notting Hill" when a new notification arrived, it was a message from y/n!

Cute girl: Hi Tomura! Can't wait to see you tomorrow ❤️

Cute girl: Oh and Sombra also says hi!

His heartbeat increased a lot every time she sent him a text or call. Tomura really enjoyed talking to her; she always had something interesting and funny to say and make his day better. He's excited to see y/n tomorrow! And his mind drifts to what cute outfit would she use and wonders if he should asked her what colours was she going to wear in order to match with hers but realised it might be a little creepy as they haven't known each other for that long.

Suddenly he felt into the realisation that he hadn't thought about an outfit yet and it made him panicked. Running to his closest and looking for something suitable to wear. He couldn't hide his face behind "father" but he also couldn't wear another hoodie so his long dilema started. It took him almost two hours to find something that made him look decent enough and then, he heard another notification.

Cute girl: Hey, it's everything alright?

Cute girl: If you don't feel like going out, it's ok! You don't have to

Oh god no! He had forgotten to respond. Why was he such an idiot? Now she thought he didn't want to come! As usual, he started to scratch his neck furiously till it bleed. Maybe he was overthinking this too much and forgot that he needed to enjoy

Him: Hi y/n!

Him: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to left you on read! I remembered that I didn't have anything planned to wear and I started looking for something and lost track of time

Him: I'm really excited to see you tomorrow

Him: hope u haven't changed your mind about our date

Cute girl: Oh, don't worry! I just thought you didn't want to come and, if I'm being honest, I was kinda sad 🥺🙈

Cute girl: So... Are we seeing each other tomorrow?

Him: Yes!

Cute girl: Yeiiii! I'm so happy!

Cute girl: See you on tomorrow then! ☺️

Tomura was so happy that she seemed to be excited to see him and what was even better was that she didn't corrected him when he said it was "date" so it meant she wanted to date him too! At least, he hoped it meant that

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Tomura arrived half an hour earlier just in case. He didn't want to spoil anything. Today must be perfect! He was waiting on a bench at the park near the restaurant when she appeared. Her h/c hair was down, she had very little make up (as much as he could tell) that made her face lighted up even more and she was wearing a black long sleeve dress with a big scarf that hide part of her face but he could still see the blush on her nose and cheeks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She looked so adorable and sexy at the same time! How was that even possible?!

When she finally spotted him, she hurried to where he was and gave him a big hug that last more than it should for two people who didn't know each other that well. Tomura stood still while being embraced by her. The last time he was held like this, he ended up decaying his whole family so it made him worried. He wasn't sure if he should reciprocate the gesture so he opted for leaning closer in order to smelt her sweet perfume; she smelt like vanilla and happiness. He wished he smell good enough for her as he took three showers to get rid of blood's smell (he had happened to come across some heroes yesterday and things had scaled quickly)

"It's so nice to see you, Tomura! Thanks for coming" She said while distancing herself from him and he was invaded by sadness as he lost the comfort her embrace provided him.

Then, Y/n looked at him up and down and said "You do look good, gamer boy" and winked at him. At that moment, Shigaraki lost the hability to speak as he was too shocked by her statement. Never in his whole life he'd had someone telling him such a thing and not being joking. Did she truly think he "looked good"? If it wasn't for her innocent smile and those doe eyes, he would've thought it was a joke.

"T-Thanks... You look really pretty" "Thank youuuu! How about we go to the restaurant? I'm starving hahaha" She laughed and Tomura seriously believed it was the greatest melody he's ever heard. As he nodded, she grabbed his arm and pulled from him saying "Let's go then!"

They sat across each other on the floor at a very traditional Japanese restaurant. She did most of the talking and he was glad about it. First of all because he wanted to know everything about her and secondly, cause he still couldn't grasped the fact that he was on a date with the most beautiful woman to ever exist on earth. When food arrived, she went to grab a napkin for both but so was Tomura and their hands touched making her blush adorably and he couldn't help but stared. She looked at him, then to their hands and frowned. He paralysed. Was he staring too much? Did his hand disgusted her? Before he could kept on thinking, she took his hand into hers and said "I don't know what you did but you have to be more careful" as she healed his wounds while caressing them with so much tenderness that he had to suppressed the need to kiss her "There, you are all healed!"

She released his hand and gave him a look full of curiosity "What?" He asked as he was getting nervous of how intense her stare was "Oh nothing... I'm just wondering which is your quirk, if you have you, of course" Tomura remained silenced for a few seconds and contemplated the idea of telling her the truth. He didn't want to risk their possible future but he didn't want to lie to her either "I have a decay quirk. I turn into dust everything I touch with my hands. I know it's kinda creepy but..." y/n didn't let him finished as she said "Wow! That's such a powerful quirk you have! Nobody would mess with you, that's for sure hahaha"

Shigaraki was glad you took it well as their conversation kept going. She asked many questions about his personal life and also talked about the place she worked at. Apparently, she was a nurse that worked at a local hospital (her quirk being really convenient) and she lived alone with Sombra near the league's hideout

After a while, they left the restaurant but didn't want the date come to an end so they went to the park to chat some more as they walked. Tomura didn't want to overthinking about the fact that his hand interviewed with hers and she didn't complained; actually, she seemed really comfortable and he couldn't be happier.

A few minutes into walking, he realised she was shivering and so he copied the same gesture he saw many times in those romantic movies. He took his jacket off and put it in her shoulder while keeping his arm around her in order to kept her warm. Her face was blushing so hard that he thanked all the time he spent watching TV instead of preparing for the LOV next attack

She was so close that he could just leaned down a little bit and kissed her. They remained on their spot while looking at each other intensively and leaned forward for a very expected kiss. But luck was not with them as it started to rain and they had to run to a tree for shelter. When it stopped raining, he took her to her apartment but didn't leave before coming to the door and saying hi to Sombra.

"I had so much fun today! I was thinking that when you are not busy, maybe you could come to my house. I can cook something nice and we can play games... What do you say?" She looked at him waiting for his response but Tomura sword he was in another galaxy. Of course he wanted to spent more time with her and try what she prepared for him "I would love to. How about next Saturday?" "Yes! Then, see you on Saturday Tomura!" She came closer to kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear "I'm looking forward to see you again, gamer boy"

When Tomura arrived at his bedroom, he saw that he had a new notification; a message from you that made him lose the hability to breathe. (Literally *tomura e.x.e stopped working*)

Cute girl: Tomuraaaa, you left your jacket

Cute girl: I'll give it back on Saturday, ok?

Cute girl: Oh and for the record, I would've let you kiss me in the park 🙈

┄ HOPE UR OK

➥ Tomura Shigaraki x gn!reader

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: fluff, child abuse, toxic household, death, mentions of suicide, child death

➥ word count: 1.3k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: Hope Ur Ok by Olivia Rodrigo

It had been a week since you saw Tomura. You were worried, but not overly. You knew the man could handle himself, after all of the shit he's been through, he was practically a pro. But that never stopped you from worrying about him.

After all, he and anyone else that was involved with Lov were being hunted down.

"N/N? You okay?" A perky blonde looked at you with concern in her eyes.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine Himiko. Just worried about Tomura and Dabi, you know?" You look at the girl with a soft smile on your lips to reassure her.

After first joining the Lov you had no one on your side because they didn't know weather they could trust you. After a week spet by yourself, Himiko was the first one to reach out to you. When you first atsrted talking to her you got quickly fed up with the girl. But not too soon after she became your best friend

"Awe~ C'mon N/N you know those boys can handle themselves! If anything you should be worried about the people they run into!" She giggled near the end of her sentence, which had also managed to get a laugh out of me.

"There they are! The Y/N that I know and love~" She gave me a tight hug.

"Thanks Himiko." I smiled at the girl.

"Of course! Sorry to ditch you, but I've gotta go cut some people up, I'm a little low on blood. You know?" She grinned at me.

II grinned back before motioning my hand towards the door, "Have fun~."

Once she left I was once again left alone in my room. I sighed and laid down, my legs hanging of the edge of the bed.

"Come home Tomura, at least in once piece." I mumbled to myself, managing to make myself grin at my own joke.

A loud slam made wake up from my short nap, adrenaline coursing through my body because of the sudden scare. I got up from the old bed and walked out of Tomura and I's shared room.

My heart beats a little faster after seeing that Tomura was walking through the door, and he looked okay.

"Tomura!" I shout as I walk into the bar area, he looks up as he takes off his hand, and opens his arms for me to give him a hug,

I walk over to him and land in his arms, as I wrap my around him. He places his hands around me, making sure only four fingers are touching me on both of his hands.

"Hey darling." His voice was raspy as usual, but it also sounded so broken.

I pulled away slightly and look him in the eyes, "Are you alright?"

He remained silent for a few moments before finally speaking, "Uh, it's just something that happened on the mission. No big deal." He blatantly say before pulling me back into him.

He's trying to keep me at a distance, like he always has.

Usually I can understand why, but now there's no reason for him to feel the need to. We basically know each other inside out. So why.

I pulled away from him once more, and he let out a frustrated sigh, "Y/N will you just leave it alone?" He couldn't even look me in the eye.

"No, Tomura. Ever since you came back from that mission something has been up with you. So stop trying to push me away, and tell me." Your eyes were narrowed, looking right into his crimson eyes.

He huffed as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into your shared room. "Y/N." He sighed, closing the door behind the both of you.

You both took a seat of the edge of the bed. You looked at him with a gentle gaze, "Just tell me." Your voice was soft as you spoke.

He finally looked you in the eyes fro the first time since coming back. "Y/N.." His voice wavered as he barely managed to speak your name. "I know I should be used to doing this, but we saw some fucked up shit last week." His eyes has small tears in the corners of his eyes.

You stayed silent, only making sure he knew that you were listening to what he was saying.

"There was this.. kid. He- he was only around 9 years old. But... he was just like me.." He looked back at you, more tears in his eyes than before.

You slowly nodded and kept your eyes on him.

"His parents had called us to kill him.. he was only 9, and they wanted him dead because of his quirk. It was.. deadly, like mine. All he had to do was sing and it drove you to suicide." He was looking down again. "His parents were terrified of it, so they made us kill him."

His eyes had anger in them now.

"And we did. Well, Dabi did. I couldn't do it. Not after looking at him and seeing myself." Tears fell from his eyes as he spoke, and it broke my heart to see him like this.

"Hey.." I grabbed his cheeks in my hands and made him look me in the eye, "Your okay now, they can't get to you. They're gone." My voice was quiet.

He put his hands on mine, keeping only four fingers on them at a time, "I know." He sniffles "I know." A soft smile played on his lips, making my own smile appear.

"I love you." He put his forehead against mine.

"I love you too Tomura. And aI hope you know how proud I am of you right?" A soft smile played onto my lips.

"Why are you proud?" He slightly pulled his head away from mine.

"Because I know how hard it was for you to unleard all of your parents hatred." I looked him in the eye, slowly leaning in to capture his lips in mine.

Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred God, I hope that you're happier today 'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.

shhhh..

~ shigaraki x f!reader

summary: you had been exceptionally dry towards your boyfriend this past week, and he couldn’t get the reason out of you over text, no matter how hard he tried. So he figured he’d pay you a little visit! :)

additional tags: reader has strict parents, eventual smut, forced to be quiet, established relationship, teasing, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, using panties as a gag, slight aftercare, no quirk au

a/n: this is my first time writing publicly on this account, so please feel free to leave tips or suggestions for me <3

word count: ~2.7k

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Family dinner was something that was obligatory in your household; it had been since the dawn of time. Unless you weren’t home, you had no excuse to not be sat at your dining room table with your parents. That leaves you where you are now, picking at your plate as you sit in uncomfortable silence with your mom and dad. You knew the reason why they were refraining from breaking the silence, in turn understanding that they were going to avoid the subject all together.

“So, when can I talk to my boyfriend again?” Your tone was slightly annoyed, as you placed your fork down on your plate and looked up across the table. You met your mother’s eyes, which looked to her husband, and back to you. She let out a sigh as she also set down her fork, bringing her napkin to the corner of her mouth.

“You know the answer. He’s bad for you, and we will not allow you two to see each other any longer,” she stated simply. She was right, you knew the answer, but you couldn’t stand being forced to be so distant with him. It killed you to not maintain the same personality with him online, let alone not seeing him for the past week and a half. You looked to your dad, but he avoided your gaze, not being one for confrontation. “What your mother said, sweetheart.”

You scoffed, throwing your hands up and letting them fall to your sides. “That’s not fair, it’s my life,” you said, hating that they thought they could control you like this. “No, it’s our life, and it will be for as long as you live under this roof. If you want to be independent, you can move out!” Your mother raised her voice, displaying her usual short temper. “You don’t get it, you don’t even care enough to meet him,” you retorted, propping your elbows up on the table and swinging your hands around as you spoke, as if it helped prove your point.

“Honey, please, just try to see it from our perspective,” your dad started, turning to face you. “You sneak around with him, he’s been in the custody of the police more than once, he doesn’t do good in school, the list goes on. He doesn’t seem to have a good influence on you. We’re doing this because we love you.” You looked at your dad in disbelief. Of course they used that excuse, it’s their favorite one to abuse.

“You will stop seeing each other, and that’s final.” Your mom stated with no room for arguing otherwise. Feeling your blood rush to your face, you made the executive decision to stand up from the table, and reside in your room, not wanting to say anything that would provoke further punishment from the both of them. “If you loved me, you would let me live my life however I damn well pleased. Fucking god.” The words left your lips as a soft curse as you stormed down the hall and toward your bedroom door. Opening it revealed a surprise that you definitely weren’t expecting.

There laid your boyfriend, Tomura, lazily on your bed, fiddling with some little trinket that was supposed to be on your desk. The sound of your door opening snapped him out of whatever he was doing, and he smiled, really it was more of a smirk, and got up off the bed to greet you.

“Hey sweet thing.” He cooed out. Your eyes were wide and your feet were frozen, not expecting him to literally be in your room.

You shut the door swiftly, and held your hands out in front of you, motioning for him to stop and explain himself. “How? Why??” You could barely get out before realizing your parents could probably still hear you. Before he even started talking, you put a finger to your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You walked past him, finding something to turn on as noise to drown you two out. You landed on just turning on your fan.

The fan ran for a second before you interrogated him on what he was doing here. “What are you doing? How did you get in?” You were right in front of him, whisper-yelling your inquiries at him. He started walking closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies. You stepped back, until you reached your bed. You sat on it and looked up at him, waiting for his answer.

“Well, your window was unlocked, and I wanted to see why you’ve been ignoring me.” He stated with ease, a slight grin and a shrug of his shoulders accompanying his words. You sigh and furrow your eyebrows, upset at yourself. You didn’t want to break the news like this, but you figured you had no other choice. You were mentally beating yourself up for what you were about to say.

“Tomura.. I think we have to.. uhm- stop seeing.. each other.” The words left your mouth with so much hesitation, dripping in sadness. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, holding your gaze in your lap. Your head felt heavy as you tried to compose yourself, knowing he wouldn’t react well to the news.

You didn’t hear anything for a good while after you spoke, deciding to look to see what he was thinking. Except, you don’t see a different expression from what he was sporting earlier. He still had the shit-eating grin that was plastered on his face when you first saw him. “That’s cute, angel.” He rasped out, grasping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. He crawled to you on the bed, forcing you to lie down as he positioned himself on top of you, trapping you. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

He leaned down to kiss you, holding the side of your face with one of his hands. You matched his movements, bringing your hands up to either side of his head. You were lost in the feeling, missing this for the last week or so. You wanted it to be slow, in case this was actually the last time you saw him. He slowly prodded your lips with his tongue, asking for permission to be let in. You granted it happily, parting your lips as you felt your breathing slowly become heavier.

He leaned down, pressing himself more into you as an effect, and finally broke the kiss. The catching of breath was all that was heard between the two of you. He just smiled with half lidded eyes before dipping down to your jawline, eventually kissing his way down to your neck. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling at his locks and tangling themselves in it. That’s when you realized that your parents were, in fact, still home. Most likely just down the hall from the both of you.

You panicked, trying to push Tomura’s face away from the warmth of your neck so that you wouldn’t get caught. “Wait, no, my parents are still home, I can’t-” You were cut off, your breath hitching, Tomura not budging as he continued his attack on your neck. “T-Tomura, I can’t, not now-“

“Yes, now,” he breathed out, finding a spot on your collarbone to sink his teeth into. He sucked on the spot afterwards, allowing as close to instant relief as he could, before dragging his tongue along it painfully slow. This elicited soft whimpers from your throat, foiling your plan of trying not to let too much noise slip. Sure, the fan helped with blocking it out, but it could only do so much before your parents got suspicious.

You eventually gave in, not being able to resist him with any bone in your body. He kissed down your collarbone, and made his way to your chest. He slid his hands up the shirt that was covering one of his favorite features about you, slowly raising it above your head and discarding it off to the side. He had a twinkle of something in his eyes, and licked his lips, before kissing and sucking all over your chest. His lips lingered on your nipple, sucking at it harshly, before bringing one of his free hands up to the other, making sure it didn’t feel neglected.

“So beautiful, all for me.” He said, making it increasingly harder to stay quiet, and you were very sure he knew that. You looked down at him, the sight one to remember, while soft moans were slipping past your lips. You bit your tongue in hopes of it helping cease the noises. He met your gaze, grinning.

Once he was done marking and biting your chest, he made his way down to your most intimate area. He started fiddling with the waistband of your underwear, looking up at you while he did so. You looked down at him with pleading eyes, practically begging him not to do what he was about to. “No! Are you crazy? Do you want me to get caught?” You whisper to him, squirming. He only laughed softly in response before slowly pulling them down your legs; past your mid thighs, then your knees, then all the way down to your ankles, before wadding them up and shoving them into your mouth.

“I guess you’ll just have to be quiet then, princess,” he teased, honing in on his target, “I bet you can manage.” His tongue stuck out, licking up your slit, then going to focus on your clit. You moaned into your panties, the sensation euphoric. God, you missed this. You couldn’t fathom how you went without him for as long as you had.

He wrapped his lips around your sensitive nub, lapping the rest of your pussy generously with his tongue. You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but you couldn’t help how euphoric it felt. You continued moaning, fighting back as much as you could manage. You were squirming in his grip, either trying to break free from his hands or trying to grind against his face; you weren’t sure which you were attempting. All that washed over you was an intense amount of pleasure, urging you to reach a hand up to one of your tits, fondling it and tugging at your nipple.

Your breath became labored, the rise and fall of your chest attracting Tomura’s eyes as he looked up at the beautiful sight: you with your legs spread wide just for him, moaning out what he assumed was a mix of curses and his name as he made you feel heavenly. He took it one step further.

“Look at me,” he pulled away, waiting for you to meet his gaze, “look at me as I fuck you with my fingers.” He said, slowly inserting his fingers into your core, feeling your gummy insides squeeze around his digits. You lulled your head back against your pillow, the combination forcing you closer to your climax.

That was until the sound of knocking at your door interrupted the two of you, the room falling almost completely silent as one of your parents made their presence known. “Honey?” Your dad called out, talking through the door. You sat up as much as you could, not knowing what to do. Your eyes darted between Tomura and your door, frozen.

“I.. I wanted to apologize for earlier.” He was lingering outside of your door. Tomura had a devilish grin on his face, slowly starting his movements up again. You looked down at him, seeing him slowly bring a finger up to his lips with a small “shh” emitting from them, dipping back down into your cunt, and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You squealed softly into your underwear, trying especially hard not to make any noise now that your dad was outside of your door.

“You know how mom can be sometimes, she just needs some downtime,” he continued, wildly unaware of what was going on just on the other side of the wood barrier between the two of you. You felt yourself slowly climb back up the steep hill of pleasure, your boyfriend's movements only getting more intense as he makes it his mission to get you to cum. You looked down at him, pleading eyes begging him to slow down, or at least make it easier for her to keep quiet. But, to no avail as he kept up his pace with his fingers, matching it with his tongue as he focused on your sweet spots.

“We can go out tomorrow, just the two of us? I bet it’ll make you feel better, sweetheart,” he said. You squirmed, softly moaning, waiting for your dad to leave. You could feel yourself nearing the edge, wiggling your hips as you tried to force yourself into your orgasm. To your dad, you were just giving him the silent treatment, so he took that as his cue to retire back to his room. “Okay, goodnight honey,” your dad said, before leaving again.

Tomura rasped out a small laugh, before urging you on. “Come on, angel, you can do it. You’re doing so good.” He whispered in between your thighs, hitting the spots that make you see stars over and over, finally pushing you over the edge. You looked down at him one more time, before coming undone. You felt him hum in satisfaction as he tasted your orgasm, forcing you to ride it out until you were begging for him to take it easy on you. Your hand found refuge in his scalp, tangling themselves in the nest of light blue locks.

With one last lap of his tongue around your cunt, he pulled away, a smile plastered on his face as he licked his fingers clean. Your face was slightly flushed as you smiled back at him, your chest rhythmically rising and falling. He crawled on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body. You started massaging his scalp with one of your hands, and rubbed his back with the other. You heard him mumble out, “Are you actually going to follow through? With the thing you brought up earlier?” You heard his tone; he sounded defeated.

You cup his face in your hands, turning it to face your own. “Of course not. My parents have been on me about it, and I didn’t know what else to do.” You looked away for a moment, then back at him. “But, that’s not to say that I won’t still ignore you, seeing this is what happens when I do,” you teased, a smirk on your face. Tomura scoffed, shaking his head and laying it back down on your chest.

After a long, silent moment, Tomura propped himself up. “I think I should go. Your parents will kill both of us if they found out I was here,” he said, moving towards the window to open it up again. “Aww, please, stay just a little longer.. Please?” You pleaded, sitting up and following him out of bed covering yourself with a nearby blanket. He turned to face you, hands moving from the window to your face. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back. You can count on that,” he said, half of his face illuminated by the dim light of the moon. He leaned down, your lips interlocking with his one last time, before he turned to escape through the window.

“Wait!” You called out to him, leaning out the window. He turned to meet you, pulling his hood up. “Uhm- text me when you get home. Maybe I can sneak off to see you next time,” you said, a small dust of pink on your cheeks as you spoke. You heard him let out a small laugh as he nodded up to you, running off into the night, leaving you up in your room for the rest of the time being.

Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.

"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.

Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.

You chuckled at their reaction,

"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"

Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.

Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.

Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.

"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"

Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.

Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.

"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."

Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.

Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.

Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.

"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."

Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.

"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."

"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga

Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.

Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."

Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.

"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.

"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,

"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"

Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.

"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.

"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.

"He didn't give a damn, huh?"

Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"

"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm

Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.

"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."

"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say

Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.

"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"

Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.

"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.

Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.

After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.

"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.

You sigh in frustration

"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki

Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.

Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.

"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.

You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.

"Come in."

Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.

You went inside as you closed the door behind you

"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd

Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."

"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.

"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.

There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.

Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.

Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.

"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"

Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,

"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.

"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.

"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.

"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."

"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.

Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.

"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."

His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.

"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self

Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.

"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"

He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.

"Nothing." You repeat

Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.

"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."

He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"

And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away

Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.

"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."

He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.

"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"

"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.

"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."

"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head

Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.

He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.

"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.

"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."

Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.

"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."

"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled

Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.

"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”

"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly

Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.

He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."

"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"

Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.

"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.

"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed

"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.

Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.

"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."

He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"

"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"

Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.

"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."

"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.

Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.

However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.

"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"

"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."

Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.

"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."

"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.

"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"

"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.

Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.

"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"

"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.

Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.

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“Tomura!!”

"I can feel your tiny buldge practically grinding on me!…"

Tomura's cheeks turned red as he heard your blunt statement, clearly caught off guard by your directness. He was not expecting you to be so upfront.

"W-what?"

He sputtered, clearly embarrassed by your observation. He tried to back away, but found himself unable to due to the fact that he still had you pinned against the wall.

"For a villain your pretty small" you snickered softly.

Tomura's face turned even redder as you insulted him, clearly not used to being talked to like that.

"Shut up, I'm average!"

He shot back, clearly offended by your comment. He tried to keep a stoic expression, but it was obvious that your words had struck a nerve.You laughed out loud as you tried to cover your mouth from louder laughs escaping,

"you sure?"

Tomura shigaraki x reader

“Shower” (smut)

“Y/n”

You poured cream and sugar into your coffee as you heard your needy boyfriend call your name.

“Hm? What is it tomu?” You softly smile at him as you lift the coffe cup and held it taking a sip.

“I want to shower together.” He demands as he looks at you with pleading eyes across the table.

You spit your your coffee as your eyes wide open in the shock.

“W-what?!?!”

“You heard me.” He looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’ve been playing with my.. “acquaintances” and they’ve informed me that they shower with their girlfriends multiple times.”

You look at him in disbelief he wanted to shower with you because he’s heard of if from his “friends”?!

“let’s go.” He stands up grabbing the coffe cup from your hand placing it on the table as he drags you to the bathroom.

“W-wait tomu-!”

“No I can’t wait.” He replies as he shoves you in the bathroom closing the door behind him locking it.

“C‘Mon hurry and take your close off” he tells you harshly as he starts stripping.

“T-“

“I said strip.”

You sigh as you did what you were told,he wanted to shower with you it couldn’t be bad…

You began to take off your clothes feeling insecure as you removed piece after piece.

“Stop hiding yourself…. You look…good.”

You blushed expectedly at his words, it true you’ve sleeped with tomura but this was a different type of vulnerability. You took of your last piece of clothing as you stood still covering your chest.

His sheepish eyes scanned your body as his cheeks were left with a small tint of blush, he opened the shower door as he turned on the shower head setting it to a good temperature. After some time passed and the water was set he got in signaling with his eyes for you to do the same.

As you got in you felt the lukewarm water touch your body it felt… good. You were turning away from tomura still ashamed before you felt him presses himself against your back feeling his cock touch your ass as his hands moved their way over to your chest.

“finally..” he let out as he began to groap your boobs in circular motion, kissing your neck softly.

You tilted your neck in order to give him more access to it as you moaned his name softly

“T-tomu..” you whined as you felt him place love marks on your neck.

“Turn around.” He commanded as you did what you were told.

You were now facing him as his cock pressed against the top of your pussy hard grinding softly as all you could hear was the water fall.

“Lift up your foot for me princess” he smirked as he lead his hand under your tight helping you lift it as it rested on his arm.

“Hold onto me.” He said in a husky voice.

you knew where this was going and you were here for it. You wrapped both of your hands onto his neck for security as you felt him press his cock on your entrance.

“M..Mhh..” you whined softly as you felt yourself become wet.

“shit. I dont know if it’s you or the water but you’re really turning me on.” He scoffed as he began to teased your entrance.

“t-tomura.. please..” you whined onto his shoulder.

“fuck..fine..” he panted as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“fuckfuckfuck…” he groaned as he felt himself come harder inside your gummy pussy squeezing him tightly .

“You feel so tight are you trying to break my dick off..” he huffed as his face grew red moving in and out of you slowly.

“fuckkkk..” you whined as your back arched and toes curled by his cock inside you.

“please tomu..please...” you whined and moaned as your felt yourself want more.

He scoffed at your remark as he began to go faster in you.

“H-..heh.. I can see my dick outlined on your stomac..tsk..” he groaned as he pressed on the bump with his free hand.

You moaned loudly at his action as he fastened his pace

“S-so deep..!!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as tour tongue stuck out filling the room with pleasurable lewd moans.

He pressed you against the wall as his hand still held your leg up gaining deeper acces to your pussy.

“Look at me.” He demanded on a groan.

You couldn’t even keep eye contact with him as he thrusted deep inside over and over repeatedly. He leaned into your lips as he bit your lower lips softly pushing his tongue against yours dancing around inside your mouth sucking on it repeatedly.

“Feels so good.. that feels so good..” you moaned on his lips.

“To…-tomura..” you whined as you held onto him tightly feeling your leg give out.

“almost..there..fuck tight.!” He groaned as he felt his cock drop with precut inside your walls as they clenched around him so good.

“H-hng!!!…”

With a final thrust from his teasing cock you came undone on him.

“Ha..ah!!” You moaned out as you felt his cock throb inside you leaking its seed inside.

He gently let down your leg as you clung onto him for support.

“now lets shower..” he panted and smirked in satisfaction as he held onto you tightly.

Tomura Shigaraki X reader

“Stupid Questions.”

You were sitting on the bed, your back rested on the backboard. Tomura laid in between your tights as he played his most rageful games.

"Tomu..." you softly spoke as you twirled and played with his soft puffy hair.

He groaned as he felt your gentle fingers play with his locks, but he didn't dare move. In his mind he was more focused on the game, and he did not want to lose.

"..What..?"

"Can I ask you a question?..." you almost whispered as you looked down on him.

He grumbled under his breath as you questioned him mid-game. He felt annoyed, but he decided to answer in the end.

"What."

"What do you like about me?.." you spoke out as your heart thumped patiently waiting to hear what he had to say.

The question surprised him as he paused his game, giving you a side-eye glance.

He remained silent for a few seconds as if thinking, before he finally spoke.

'...Why do you ask...?"

He tried to maintain his usual emotionless demeanor, but the fact he paused the game spoke volumes on his genuine curiosity.

"just wondering..." your took a strand of his hair as you twirled it letting it go to turn into a somewhat curly spiral

He watched you play with his hair, your soft touch feeling nice on his head, and his usual stoic expression softened a bit.

"...Don't ask me stupid questions when I'm in the middle of a game."

He grumbled, his focus shifting to the game as he un-paused and continued playing.

"Oh..." your heart stopped thumping fast as your lips quivered,

"right..." you replied as you looked up to see him play to distract your mind instead.

He could feel your disappointment, and a tinge of guilt tugged at him. He was never one for sweet words, but he hated the thought of disappointing you in any way.

He took a sidelong glance at you, noticing your sad expression, which made him feel even more guilty. He grumbled under his breath, hesitating before he finally spoke again.

"I like... how gentle you are with me."

Your face quickly lid up , You tried to hide your happiness at his response as you looked down at him waiting to hear what else he had to say.

He felt a subtle blush creeping across his cheeks, uncharacteristic for him. He was clearly not used to this but continued nonetheless, trying to keep up his indifferent appearance.

"You... You know how to deal with me when I'm angry, you... don't push me too hard, and you..."

He stumbled over his words for a moment, searching for what to say next.

“..You know how to deal with me and you... tolerate my bullshit."

He muttered, his usual stoic veneer cracking a bit. He hated being vulnerable like this, but he also hated not giving you what you wanted.

He kept his eye on the game, avoiding your gaze.

If it was anymore possible your lips widen at his words, it felt nice being told that he liked about you...it was rare to see this side of Tomura... and you love it.

He could feel your eyes on him, and it was driving him insane. He hated being scrutinized like this, it made him feel vulnerable and exposed.

He wanted to look at you, but at the same time he didn't. He was torn between his usual grumpy indifference and wanting to give you the attention you wanted.

He grumbled under his breath, his grip on the game controller tightening.

'..Stop looking at me like that."

"Can't help it..."

His breath hitched at your response. He tried to maintain his composure, but he could feel his heart racing as he heard the playful tone in your voice.

He kept his focus on the game, but he was starting to lose his concentration. He was now more focused on how you were looking at him, and it was making him feel all sorts of things he didn't expect.

'..You're such a pain in the ass."

He grumbled, his hands feeling slightly sweaty against the controller.

"You wanna know what I like about you?"

You hummed as you took your eyes off him and watched him play.

He huffed in annoyance, but he was still paying attention to your words. He continued playing, albeit more distracted now due to your question.

He didn't respond, but he gave a small nod, indicating for you to continue.

"I like your protective...." You hummed with a smile plastered on you as you cupped his cheeks softly enough to not distract him.

His shoulders tensed slightly as you cupped his cheeks, but he leaned into your touch all the same. His heart thudded in his chest at your words, and he had to force himself to keep his focus on the game.

He grumbled under his breath, his cheeks feeling warm against your hand.

'Keep going."

You softly giggled at his words but even so you continued.

"I like it when although you're mad you still tell me to be careful or to take care when you have to go and never let me sleep upset..." your thumbs rubbed softly at his cheeks.

He tried to act nonchalant, but he couldn't stop himself from blushing. His face was turning redder by the second as you continued to praise him, and he could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to disguise his growing embarrassment as irritation.

"...Shut up."

He muttered as he tried to concentrate on the game, but his fingers were starting to slip on the controller.

He was getting more and more flustered as you continued to praise him, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and affection towards you. He knew he should pretend like he didn't care, but deep down he was loving every second of this.

"I love it when you act like you don't care if I'm upset or disappointed... but you still do little acts to cheer me up..." you giggled at the thought.

Tomura's heart thumped wildly in his chest at your words. He loved and hated the fact that you knew him so well. He tried to act like your praise meant nothing to him, but it was clear that it was affecting him greatly.

He tried to keep his focus on the game, but his fingers were now trembling slightly, and he was having a hard time controlling his character.

He grumbled under his breath, blushing even harder now.

'..Don't make me sound soft."

"Oh-!..I also love how cute you look while sleeping...when you pull me in to be closer...your face resting in between my chest."

You laughed as you continued rubbing on his cheeks looking down at his focused eyes on the game.

His face felt like it was on fire. No one had ever seen him like this before, and he was starting to feel overwhelmed.

He was struggling to retain his usual calm composure as you described how he acted when he was vulnerable, and it was making it all the harder to concentrate on the game.

He grumbled again, his voice betraying a hint of embarrassment.

'..Knock it off. I'm trying to play a damn game here."

As you fell silent, he finally had the chance to regain his focus. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He was slowly starting to regain control of the game, but he couldn't completely ignore your presence next to him.

He could still feel your eyes on him, and he knew you were probably still smiling.

It was both annoying and endearing, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

He continued playing, but he was more aware of you than he was of the game itself.

"I love you.." you whispered softly as you watched him play

Tomura's fingers froze on the controller at your words. He wasn't used to hearing those words, and it always caught him off guard. He grumbled under his breath, feeling his cheeks heating up again.

He tried to act unfazed and continued playing the game, but his heart was racing.

He wanted to say the same, but the words just wouldn't come out. He was too embarrassed and too stubborn to admit it out loud. Instead, he just grumbled under his breath again and focused on the game, silently hoping you knew how he felt.

He continued playing the game, his mind preoccupied with your words. Your confession had left him feeling a mix of emotions, and he was having a hard time processing it all.

He kept his eyes fixated on the screen, but he was no longer really focused on the game. Instead, he was more aware of your presence next to him, the feel of your hands on his cheeks, and the sound of your voice.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice his character dying on the screen until it was too late.

"God damn it..." he cursed as the game over screen appeared. He grumbled under his breath and tossed the controller aside in annoyance, turning his attention back to you.

He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

You leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his,

"it's okay..." you whispered before pressing your lips against his to calm his frustrations

Tomura's heart nearly skipped a beat as your nose nuzzled against his. He was about to say something snarky, but your quick action shut him up instantly.

He froze for a moment, his mind going blank as he felt the softness of your lips against his. The shock of it all caught him off guard, and he couldn't even react at first.

He was still in a daze from your unexpected kiss, but he instinctively leaned into your touch as you played with his hair. The soothing feeling of your fingers against his scalp was calming, and he found himself relaxing against your thighs.

He closed his eyes, a subtle hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He tried to stay grumpy and act like this didn't affect him, but deep down, he was secretly loving every minute of it.

He lay there, letting you play with his hair and enjoying the feeling of your fingers caressing his scalp. He was tempted to say something snarky, but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

Instead, he just lay there in silence, his heart racing and his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was annoyed at how easily you had disarmed him. On the other hand, he was grateful for the comfort and attention you were giving him.

"I love you..." you repeated your words,

Tomura's eyes opened at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat as you repeated those three words. He hated how hearing those words from you made him feel so vulnerable, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that he loved it.

He grumbled under his breath, but this time, his usual bite wasn't there.

"...! love you too..." he muttered quietly, his voice barely audible.

Tomura x reader (smut)

“Messaging.”

New message from -BRAT-

‘Hey’

‘Y/n I'm busy’

He texts back a few minutes later, his annoyance in the short reply was almost palpable. Sheesh.

‘What ya doing?’

Tomura groans reading your next message and rolls his eyes. Did you not understand the concept of him being busy? He was in the middle of something, he didn't have time to chat

‘I told you I'm busy.’

He quickly texts back, his patience was already wearing thin.

'Right haha sorry’

Tomura can't help but scoff at how quickly you gave up-annoyed that you apologized and didn't press further. He was expecting more of a back and forth but not even a minute later you apologized and backed down.

‘Don't be such a pushover’

He texts back with a bit of annoyance, but not necessarily at you, more so he wanted you to put up a fight

He sighs, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor as he glances around the small room. It's a rather boring room-grey walls, grey carpet, and a single bed in the corner. He was staying in a shitty motel for the night since it was already getting late.

He glances at his phone, seeing you hadn't replied yet. He was hoping you'd respond but was starting to think you didn't feel like it. He didn't think he had been too rude earlier...

"Tch..."

He mumbles quietly, scrolling through a shitty phone game to pass time. The more time that passed with you not replying, the more he started to overthink.

Usually you'd keep pushing him, yet for some reason today you hadn't. It was annoying how much you were suddenly acting so passive.

He checks his phone one more time to see if you had answered yet but sighs seeing the last message was still his.

Tomura puts his phone down on the bed, running a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. He felt a small pang in his chest— something akin to guilt or regret. Was he being too rude earlier? He didn't think so but he was used to you being feisty and pushing back...

He rolls over onto his back and glances up at the ceiling, staring at a stain in the corner as thoughts start swirling around in his head. He really was overthinking this.

'Sorry I was taking a shower’

Tomura feels slight relief at finally getting a response from you, but also gets strangely annoyed all of a sudden. He can't understand why you apologizing again irks him this time—he just feels pissed at the fact that you're being so submissive, so obedient. Why weren't you pushing back?

‘Didn't ask’

He texts back quickly with a scoff, his response sarcastic and bitchy

'Bitch.'

Tomura doesn't expect that kind of response. His eyes widen a little in shock and he slowly sits up on the bed. He smirks at your words and laughs quietly to himself — there you were, finally putting up a fight.

‘Good to know you haven't lost your attitude’

He texts back, hoping to get some type of conversation going. It was boring as hell and he was starting to be antsy.

‘Whatever I was trying to be nice but all I see is a pissy boyfriend’

Tomura is a bit taken back at being called "pissy". He was more annoyed and bored if anything, but you were right about the boyfriend part. He was being a bit sour.

‘Shut up. I'm not pissy I'm just busy and your ass kept messaging me even though I told you so. You're the one being a pain in my ass right now.’

He texts back, a tinge of irritation in his words even though he's kinda amused

'Two messages are you dense?'

‘Doesn't matter how many times you texted. I still said I'm busy and told you to knock it off.’

He rolls his eyes, getting a tad more annoyed that you're being a smart ass but not too annoyed to not entertain it. As much as he can't admit it, he did miss your little back-and-forth. It was interesting. Plus having someone to chat with distracted him from the boredom currently taking over his thoughts.

‘Whatever are you still busy? Or are you with your side piece?'

Tomura can practically feel himself getting more irritable by the minute. How little did you trust him? Why would you automatically assume he'd go and see another woman? The fact that it kinda stung that you'd think that pissed him off

‘You know damn well I'm not with a side piece. Besides who in their right mind would even put up with me?’

He texts back, leaning back against the headboard of the crappy motel bed with a huff

‘Unfortunately me.'

‘Shut up. You make it sound like putting up with me is a chore’

He grumbles, not amused at your sarcastic comeback. He wants to say something harsh to you to get you riled up but can't find the words that won't make him sound like a jackass. So he keeps it short and simple, and thankfully his next message from you pops up on his phone before he has time to think too much on what to say next. He looks at your response and huffs, shaking his head as he types back.

'It is babe.'

Tomura can feel himself get more worked up by each text from you. You were really being a sarcastic ass today. He couldn't even deny the fact that you were correct in what you said. It was usually a chore to put up with him and he knew that... but that didn't mean it hurt any less to be reminded of it— by his own partner no less.

‘Shut it. Be nice to me damnit’

'I tried to be and you called me a pushover.'

Tomura's hands clench into fists as he reads the last message. You were right, you did try being nice and he essentially just told you to shove off. He's starting to feel guilty... but of course he can't show that

‘That's 'cause you'd been acting like one by apologizing and backing off so damn quickly’

‘I forgot you like it when I get all bitchy'

Tomura has to bite back a grin at your last message. The fact that you were fully aware of how he liked it when you were snarky and challenging was amusing to him. It was also a slight turn on too...

‘You damn right I do. I like you better when you're biting back.’

'whateverrr. Hurry up and get home.'

Tomura feels a small sense of giddyness at your next message. You wanted him to come home. You missed him? He can feel the corners of his lips tug up into a small, uncharacteristic grin

‘I will. I'm almost done up here then I'll be back. Still can't believe you're being so clingy though.’

'well I miss you and your dick.'

Tomura nearly drops his phone as he reads your message. The grin on his face grows wider into a smirk and he can't help the flush that's creeping across his cheeks. Out of all the responses he was expecting... that wasn't one of them

‘You miss my dick huh? What happened to you being so innocent I gotta remind you to watch your language?’

'Oh please you don't say that when you stuff it down my throat'

Tomura's dick twitches slightly at your last message, immediately imagining you on your knees for him. He groans quietly to himself, quickly typing a response back as his free hand comes up to run through his messy hair.

‘Watch it babe. Keep talking like that and I might never make it back’

He gets a sudden idea, one that he's not sure you'd like but it's worth a try

‘Hold on, gimme a sec. I have and idea’

‘Oh?’

Tomura quickly opens the camera app on his phone, setting it to the front camera

‘I'm gonna send you something but I want you to promise that you won't freak out.’

‘I swear if it's another one of those videos where you torture someone I'm losing it.’

Tomura rolls his eyes, not surprised that you'd think that. He can't help but laugh a little at how wrong you can be sometimes.

Although, in all fairness, he was unpredictable and the videos of him 'messing with' unsuspecting heroes probably didn't help

‘No, I'm not sending you a murder video. I'm not stupid.’

"Good.'

He scoffs, typing his next text

‘You gotta have more faith in me babe’

He holds up his phone so his face is visible, and with his free hand, he reaches under the hem of his shirt, his palm coming to rest just above the waistband of his sweatpants. He smirks into the camera, his eyes locking on the phone as he clicks send. He's anxious to see how you respond to the picture, since the only thing visible in the picture are his face, bare stomach, and his sweatpants that are being tugged down slightly

'Fuck.’

‘That was hot.'

Tomura reads your response and he can't help but smirk, feeling a wave of pride at how you reacted to the picture. He was so damn right to send it and get you worked up. He texts you back within the minute, the smirk still plastered on his face

‘Ya like it?’

As you viewed his picture repeatedly you quickly send him a picture of you in his favorite langire as you set the camera showing off your curved body as you stroke a sexy pose on his bed.

Tomura's eyes widen at the picture that suddenly pops up on his phone. You were in his favorite underwear that he bought for you. You were laying on his side of the bed in a seductive pose and it looks like you've already spread your legs a bit...

“Goddamn...”

He whispers, feeling his sweatpants get tighter as he stares at the picture

He quickly types another message, his breaths a little shorter as he stares at the picture you sent as he takes it in slowly

‘You're trying to kill me aren't you?’

‘You started it, Do you have any idea how much I need you.?'

Tomura feels his chest tighten a bit at your words, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch you himself. His hand that's above the waistband of his sweats dips a little lower, a frustrated huff leaving his lips

‘I'll be back soon. That's a promise’

He sighs and glances away from the phone and back up at the ceiling of the crappy motel. Part of him is tempted to send you another picture but he stops himself, thinking it'll be better if he waited until he got home to get his hands on you himself.

As he tried to dose off he got another notification. You had send him a video of you folding your tits together with one hand as you looked up at the camera with those stupid lustful eyes.

Tomura's dick twitched as he watched, his need growing with every second. He could feel his pre-cum already starting to dampen his boxers as he saw his girlfriend’s naked body. You’re beginning to explore your body, cupping your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples, which stood erect and begging for attention. Tomura imagined it was his mouth working on those nipples, sucking and teasing them with his tongue.

Tomura couldn't take it anymore. He needed release, and he needed it now. He stripped off his clothes, his hands already working on the button of his sweats. As he threw his clothes aside, his cock sprang free, hard and dripping. He grasped it tightly, pumping it slowly as he imagined your mouth wrapping around his length, your lips kissing and sucking the tip.

He closed his eyes, letting the video play in his mind, feeling the warmth of the room and the tight pull of desire in his balls. He imagined you were there, your mouth working its way down his body, tasting every inch of him, your hands teasing his balls, playing with them, squeezing gently as your tongue flicked and teased.

Tomura's breathing quickened as he stroked his dick, faster now, a steady rhythm as the head of his cock glistened with pre-cum. His imagination was on fire, he pictured your mouth taking him deep, your throat working as you took him to the back of their mouth, sucking hard, your eyes looking up at him, full of desire.

Fuck he needed you so badly. He was this close to waiting it out, to not touch himself while he was away from your aching body. But you had to send him the most sexy video.

His hand bucked up and down his needy cock as his thump bullied his pink top just how you would.

“F-fuck-..” his voice rasped lowly as he tried to hold in his moans.

“Need you so badly.. s-shit..” he groaned as you continued his movements his balls becoming sloppy bouncing up and down his movements and his tip dripping with pre-cum.

He tilted his head back from all the lent up frustration as he groaned softly.

“H-haa..” he muffled out as he felt himself come closer to his release. His hands gripped around his cock as he hurried his movements rapidly.

“S-shit shit shit y-y/n..” he groaned and grunted as he felt his cock twitch rapidly while he released. As he continued his movements rising his high his breath rasped and hitched.

His cum oozed out his twitching cock dropping down his hand to his sloppy balls. He quickly picked up his phone snapping a quick picture of the sight sending it straight to you.

‘You’re such a damn brat. You’ll get that when I get back, You want me to get you pregnant huh? You want me to come back home and knock you up. Is that what you want?`

Shigaraki x Barista Reader

“Your Number.” (Fluff)

Danm it...

DANM IT!.

it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...

There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.

Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.

This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...

He was here just for you after all...

He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?

He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?

Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.

It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same

'good morning!',

'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?

It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-

He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.

“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.

He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.

It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...

His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.

As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?

He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.

He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.

His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.

'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.

'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion

"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked

Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.

Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...

It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.

As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.

Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...

He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.

"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.

He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.

"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.

"I asked for your number..."

He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.

Number? Like your employee number?….

"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?

He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.

"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.

"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?

Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.

He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.

This was so damn frustrating...

He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.

He took a deep breath and tried again.

"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.

His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...

"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?

He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...

He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.

"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.

"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper

He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.

He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...

He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.

He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...

"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.

He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.

He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.

He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...

You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.

He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.

His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.

He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.

He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.

This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...

He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.

He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.

He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.

But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.

"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.

He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.

His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.

"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.

He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.

He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.

He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.

He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."

"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing

"yea... thank you for...coming,"

He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.

"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.

“Y-yeah..”

As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.

He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.

He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.

As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.

He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.

It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.

As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.

He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...

But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.

He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.

He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...

As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.

He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.

He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?

He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.

He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.

He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...

He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.

He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.

He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...

He was a goner, and he knew it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.

He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.

What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?

He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.

He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.

"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.

He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.

"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.

He backspaced again, trying a different approach.

"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.

He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.

He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.

He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.

"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.

He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...

But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.

He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.

He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.

‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.

‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’

'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.

He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.

'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.

TOMURA SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS! (1/3)

call me cringe but i live in my own world, okay? okay.

WARNING: spoilers, sex, OOC tomura

General Hcs, (growing up, in general and etc,)

he stinks, like i know i like to get ushy gushy talking about him but i know this man stinks atleast a little, like your telling me his room isn't stinky too? c'mon guys. look me in the eye and say he smells like red roses right now, and prove to me he doesn't have G-Fuel, Monster and redbull or some shit or even ramune in those trashbags laying around his room!

he can't swim for the life of him, i noticed in bnha smash toga and the others mostly went swimming, i think dabi did too but eh— i know for a fact AFO didn't take him to any swim lessons or to beach trips so in my head he can barely doggy paddle.

i saw someone say this but i feel like he does enjoy rain and showers because water is one of the few things he quite literally can't destroy, which is why when he runs his fingers over his scarred body, he finally feels some sort of peace even if it's just by a little.

i feel like he goes on itch or steam to look for shit games cause they make him smile a little because of how bad or stupid they are, him and spinner have done this before :3

the iconic red shoes he wears is a gift from Kurogiri, he'll never admit it but he really likes them and holds them close, especially after Kurogiri was captured and sent to tartarus, when the MLA/PLA got him a new pair it didn't feel the same.

when he was a kid he constantly asked to see AFO, especially after All Might pummeled him, doing some basic math he was around 12-13 when it happened so poor Tomura, imagine hearing that your master's face was blown in half :< (i could not care less about AFO)

the music he likes is mostly game OSTs, or some breakcore stuff, i feel like he'd like it :3

Kurogiri was mostly the one that tutored him in basic education, and speaking of, he sees Kurogiri as more of a butler than a fatherfigure (yes i know we all feel it too), he more or so sees AFO filling that role.

he's never heard AFO or Kurogiri swear, EVER. and he's a rlly big brat, one time on his gamer diet he got sick so badly he was bed ridden with like 3 diseases that could've been avoided if he just ate what Kurogiri cooked him and not chips or whatever.

—Ake 2024

shigaraki x reader oneshot

includes: angst, pent up feelings, tomura being emo af, reader being soft, pretty sfw just some kissin :3

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tomura isn't good with his emotions.

he's clingy, angsty, childish. he wants to win everything and he ignores whatever makes him human.

so when he realizes that having you around makes him feel things, he feels sick. he wonders if he's cursed, he wonders if his past is finally coming to haunt him. they way you laugh at his jokes, the softness to your voice when you speak with him, the scent of your hair as you walk past him. he's so fucking angry with you, he's so confused and hurt and doesn't understand why.

he sits across the room from you and stares. he can't peel his eyes from you. he ignores you when you ask if he's feeling alright, he just gets up and storms off. when you knock on his door a few minutes later, he slowly cracks the door and rolls his eyes. it's the last thing he needs, to see you when all he wants to do is forget you exist.

"shiggy, are you okay? you've been staring off all night. did one of us do something?" you ask him in that same pleasantly soft voice, and it hurts his head.

"i'm fine." he avoids your eyes, but stares daggers into your socks. he picks at his nails from his sides and shrugs. you can hear everyone else from the other room, laughing and yelling at each other, and wonder if you should just go back out and give tomura his space.

"i can leave, if you want. you don't seem to want company. i didn't mean to bother." you propose, but he looks you dead in the eyes now, and in the smallest voice, replies,

"don't."

"okay." you nod and close the door behind you.

"do you want to talk about it?" you ask, and he shakes his head.

"just shut up and sit." he points to his messy bed, before shoving his piles of clothes off and fixing the duvet slightly. good enough.

"...okay." you comply, and sit. you go to speak but he cuts you off.

"y/n, do you think I'm sick?" he asks, and you look at him.

"what? that's the last thing i expected you to ask." you blink at him, confused.

"aren't you scared of me?" he asks another equally as odd question. you frown.

"if i was, do you think I'd be here?" he grits his teeth.

"yes, because you're reckless and impulsive and an idiot and i hate that." he starts, his tone annoyed.

"i mean you aren't wrong, but wh-" you try to reply, but he cuts you off.

"I'm not finished. don't cut me off." he snaps, but you nod and let him continue,

"i hate that you don't care. i hate that you laugh. i hate how you clean me up and you care for us and you're always here. every time i walk out the door i expect to come back and you're gone, but you're. always. here. you just don't leave! what is wrong with you, y/n, for you to be so stupid and naive, to care for people like us. like me. you're too soft. you're too...good. to be here." his voice cracks at the end, but his words are sharp as he speaks.

you stand and face him. his breathing is heavy, his hands shaking at his sides.

"im no better than you." your answer is simple, but it gets him to look you in the eye.

"why do you stay?" he is quieter now, like what he said before drained him.

you reach out and grab his gloved hand. he doesn't protest, but he winces. you squeeze his hand twice for reassurance, and you feel his hand untense slightly.

"because i want to." he looks to your hand touching his.

"why are you touching me?" he asks shakily.

"because i want to." you rub his hand with your thumb, feeling the roughness of his palm and the soft material of the glove.

"you aren't afraid?" he asks, his sanguine eyes blown wide from the contact. its not a new thing for you to touch him, but you don't do it often. usually only to path him up, or shove him playfully. never this...intimately.

you bring yourself closer to him and brush a strand of his soft hair out of his face. he shivers at the contact and clenches his jaw.

"are you?" you ask, and he scoffs.

"it feels like slow torture." he answers, and you're close enough to feel his breath on you.

"why's that?" you look up at him, your voice low, as if you're keeping a secret.

"because i know it's gonna end." he admits. your eyebrows raise, and you lock eyes.

"it doesn't have to, tomura." the sound of you saying his name makes him swallow hard.

"don't. don't say things like that, it pisses me off, i know it's a lie, i know you'll leave eventually and i don't want to deal with that." he pleads, his hand shaking in yours. you shake your head.

"i'm not leaving. i'm not afraid of you." you whisper now, but you release his hand and just hold your gaze on him.

"y/n. don't." he hushes, as if someone's watching. but the door is closed, everyone else is drinking and shouting still, too distracted with themselves to notice either of them are gone.

"i don't think you're a monster." you say, and it's enough for him to stop caring. his anger for you, his disdain for your stubbornness, his frustrations, all fizzle out into force, and he presses himself against you, his rough lips meet yours hastily, messily. he throws all of his preconceptions out the window as he grabs your face and kisses you. the tension that stood the few inches between you before, is swallowed up in the moment, and neither of you care. the air is heavy, your mind spinning. he tastes like sour apples and smoke, and suddenly it's all you can focus on. he smells subtly of the ocean, and you feel like you're drowning. you refuse to pull away, instead, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and allow him to consume you. his kisses are hungry, desperate even, and uncoordinated. your teeth clash together and you laugh, but he still doesn't pull away. his hands move down to wrap around your waist, his fingers trailing down your sides and grabbing and tugging whatever he can.

finally, you both pull away for a breath, and you meet his eyes. they're wide, unsure. he opens his mouth to speak, but can't find the words, so you answer his unasked question before he finds the words.

"I'm not leaving still. if that wasn't confirmation enough, we can do that again, if you aren't sure" you smile as you say it, and he nods.

"i might need to double check" he smirks, and you allow him to pull you back in, smiling to yourself as his lips plant back onto yours.

if this is how it feels to be sick, tomura never wants to recover.

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my first one-shot! be nice i lowkey suck at proof reading :3 but anyways ye enjoy some soft angsty tomu and reader, and lmk if yall want either MORE of this or others!

also im working on a full-blown fic!

i won't go into detail, but its online to irl, slow burn, kinda not enemies but two angry ppl to lovers, and its obv shiggy x reader. :) ill prob post at least snippets here, and prob on my ao3 once i have a few chapters ready to go. so stay tuned!!

thanks yall <3

TOMURA SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS! (1/3)

call me cringe but i live in my own world, okay? okay.

WARNING: spoilers, sex, OOC tomura

General Hcs, (growing up, in general and etc,)

he stinks, like i know i like to get ushy gushy talking about him but i know this man stinks atleast a little, like your telling me his room isn't stinky too? c'mon guys. look me in the eye and say he smells like red roses right now, and prove to me he doesn't have G-Fuel, Monster and redbull or some shit or even ramune in those trashbags laying around his room!

he can't swim for the life of him, i noticed in bnha smash toga and the others mostly went swimming, i think dabi did too but eh— i know for a fact AFO didn't take him to any swim lessons or to beach trips so in my head he can barely doggy paddle.

i saw someone say this but i feel like he does enjoy rain and showers because water is one of the few things he quite literally can't destroy, which is why when he runs his fingers over his scarred body, he finally feels some sort of peace even if it's just by a little.

i feel like he goes on itch or steam to look for shit games cause they make him smile a little because of how bad or stupid they are, him and spinner have done this before :3

the iconic red shoes he wears is a gift from Kurogiri, he'll never admit it but he really likes them and holds them close, especially after Kurogiri was captured and sent to tartarus, when the MLA/PLA got him a new pair it didn't feel the same.

when he was a kid he constantly asked to see AFO, especially after All Might pummeled him, doing some basic math he was around 12-13 when it happened so poor Tomura, imagine hearing that your master's face was blown in half :< (i could not care less about AFO)

the music he likes is mostly game OSTs, or some breakcore stuff, i feel like he'd like it :3

Kurogiri was mostly the one that tutored him in basic education, and speaking of, he sees Kurogiri as more of a butler than a fatherfigure (yes i know we all feel it too), he more or so sees AFO filling that role.

he's never heard AFO or Kurogiri swear, EVER. and he's a rlly big brat, one time on his gamer diet he got sick so badly he was bed ridden with like 3 diseases that could've been avoided if he just ate what Kurogiri cooked him and not chips or whatever.

—Ake 2024

TOMURA SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS! (2/3)

okay my last one recieved alot of love and I'm so happy for that 🖤 send in yall's reqs please, sorry if this is kind of ehh and the timelines are weird.

WARNINGS: spoilers, OOC tomura maybe, dating hcs, gn!reader

unlike all the tiktok hcs I've been seeing around, he's not the perfect boyfriend but he's not absolutely evil towards his partner. no he would not hit you, he doesn't even hit any of the league, why would he treat his partner any differently?

for villains/allies

he will treat you like a member of the league, but he trusts you more, obviously, he'll come to you for an opinion on his plan and he will trust your judgement, although not all the time. just don't do it infront of other members, he'll get pissed and sulk about it.

when you get harmed on a mission, he'll voice his concern by calling you an idiot for getting yourself hurt, and he'll call whoever hurt you an idiot for harming what he cared about.

he really is absolutely down bad hates you, he hates the way you make him feel so..vulnerable, and he hates the way you care about him so much, why are you kissing his bruises and wounds? he can bandage himself by himself, don't act all smartass when he gets hurt, you got hurt not too long ago too! he hates all of it! but in the end, he'll crawl into your arms just to hold you, even if it's just by your clothes, or it's you holding him, he'll grumble about how stupid it is before he presses closer against you.

he loves watching you fight or just be in your element, combat based? your his personal bodyguard now. you're kinda like skeptic where he's mostly computer based? he loves to watch and cover for you, it makes him feel like he's in a game or movie.

during the time Kurogiri was captured and sent away, that was the time you kind of saw him spiral a little, not in a manic way just in a way where he was forced to mature so suddenly and it took him a little bit to get used to it, so please be there for him.

during the overhaul arc, you were his righthand (person), there to intimidate and speak alongside him to try and get him to be mature around overhaul. luckily though that fell through.

and then, when the MLA arc started, thats when he feared for you, he knew that you were capable of protecting yourself but it wasn't so secret to the public that you were very close with him. mostly just being called 'Tomura Shigaraki's partner' or something alongs the lines of that, and he had a feeling they were going to try and target you to get information or get under his skin.

it didn't happen though, and you two ruled the PLA together and everyone was afraid of you🖤

during the months leading up to his surgery, it's up to you how you feel about it but you're worried, obviously. who wouldn't be? it was scary.

after his surgery and he obtains AFO, it kind of feels like you lost touch with him, as though he's a completely different person and it's just..off. when you find out AFO is controlling him though, somewhat like what happened during the final endings of the chapters, you're able to connect with him and try and soothe him from the inside out, even if you know it won't do much with AFO in the way.

for civilian s/o (pre USJ/15-18yr old tomura)

it was a wonder that you two got together, you'd have to be the one to approach him first though, places i think you'd be able to spot him in are the arcade, the mall, the gameshop, a 24hr place, computer cafes or hanging around different bars.

he won't be the one to confess first, actually, there won't be a confession, he kind of just thought you two became official somewhere along the way due to how close you two have become.

AFO does not approve of you, he sees you as a source of love and care that he does not want tomura to have distraction and he's torn because he does like you but he also values his master more. so once AFO finds out, he'll become distant :(

but in the end, he might end up lying or trying to brush you off whenever you become a subject between him, Kurogiri and AFO.

he hasn't done anything criminal yet so he usually tells Kurogiri he's going to the mall when in reality he's heading to you .

please just love this man. he needs it, please be patient with his bratty bullshit and show him your not gonna leave no matter what. he might throw temper tantrums but just hold him, kiss his fingers and watch him try and close off but your just too warm for his cold heart.

he's whipped, he doesn't really say i love you though, you have to say it alot otherwise he'll sulk. (he never says it back)

he tends to express his thankfulness/love language through acts of service, quality time and gift-giving. he's scared to touch you, if he disintegrates the only person to actually make him feel normal, what then? what becomes of him?

contrary to some, he's actually very insecure. like, he tries to put it off but he just hates how he looks in general, please praise him, tell him how handsome he is. he doesn't know how he's able to date someone like YOU. he doesn't consider himself as someone to take a second glance at, not even decent because of all his itchies, he doesn't tend to dwell on it but when he does, you can tell.

he never lets you sleep in the same bed as him, for obvious safety reasons but he loves watching you rest. seeing how peaceful you are wrapped up in his blankets, he loves it. sometimes while a game is taking a long time to load, queue, or install, he'll just watch you. call him creepy (please don't) but he has a bunch of pics of you sleeping.

he loves your hair, he loves smelling you, if you use scented things, he loves running his hands carefully through your hair and watching as his fingers disappear into the strands. he loves it when you do the same to him and scritch scritch here and there on him.

speaking of scratching, kissing his neck or face whenever he tries to itch them almost makes the feeling for him drop instantly, not so much but it shocked him the first time you did it.

he loves watching you laugh and smile, doesn't matter if it's about something stupid, it makes him smile too oddly enough.

to date him you have to go through the trials of mamagiri and AFO, get ready to be interrogated when he goes to the bathroom or god forbid you stay for dinner. Kurogiri will be TALKING. (In mhoj2, Kurogiri's a big talker, as in he has voicelines a minute or so long.)

he will tell you his real name if he trusts you enough (AFO does mention his real name to him when he first picked him up so im pretty sure he knows it.)

he's just a sad wet cat please love this crusty munch.

—Ake 2024

can you do headcanons of tomura with a goth who’s a bit taller than him?

TOMURA X GOTH!GN!READER HEADCANONS!

A/N: omgomgomg i love this ask🖤 as a v-kei/masc goth myself teehee

Warnings: nsfw under the cut

He loves it when your taller than him, he likes to bury his face in your chest, doesn't matter if your male or female.

he's around 5'9 so reader would either be 5'11-6'0!

he loves your makeup but sometimes is annoyed when you take the centuries to do it. he will tell you 'hurry up it's not worth it you already look like a vampire' (shit sleep schedule ppl wya?!)

once he sees your closet and the abundance of black clothing, he'll compare it to his most definitely.

maybe..maybe he'll do a little bit of makeup, he'll try on clothes (fake begrudgingly) and he'll really like it honestly, makes him feel a little cool.

if you do his eyeliner or something like that and he hears a camera click he will fight you for your phone, he'll get up, get his special gloves master gave him and start tackling you for your phone back.

he loves watching you do your eyeliner, he thinks it's so easy though do he'll ask you if he could do yours. can you guess how that ended up?

he loves helping you put on your accessories, he has to do all of it, no exceptions (corset is the exception) it makes him feel so close to you. he loves clipping all the jingle janglies onto your body and watching (5%) of his work add onto (95%) yours

he has daddy's master's money, of course he'll buy you whatever you want! if it's within the price range of his allowance of course..

the black lipstick you wear? he's gone. he loves it when you kiss him..anywhere and it leaves a mark that everyone can see, so dabi can stop calling him gross.

he'll give the music that comes with the goth lifestyle a go but I don't really think most of it would be his thing (like i stated before in another hc post, i think he likes breakcore/game osts!) but he's still supportive and lets you play it when you guys are together.

sometimes he'll play with the dangling parts of your outfit like a cat, don't catch him if you know he's doing it he'll get upset! if you do, turn around and act like you saw nothing.

he's asked you to wear 'family' or atleast 'father' with your outfit atleast ONCE. It's a reflection of how he trusts you enough with these things, and he thinks it looks pretty cool on you compared to him.

as for your height, he loves it when you wear platforms or heels, just as long as it makes you even taller than you were, he's on his knees. he loves looking up at you and having you pet him here and there, makes him feel like he deserves to be taken care of.

you are his lockscreen, it's you posing at some place in the mall or in a forest and the league does ask here and there who that is, he'll totally flex and say it's his s/o, so the whole league knows your name, and toga likes you especially.

NSFW AHEAD!

he loves watching you give him head with all that makeup on, he'll cup your cheek and force himself as deep as he can go to make you gag and your makeup smear.

he mostly will be lying down or standing up when you give him head, your too tall to be under his desk and too tall to kneel as your head presses against his stomach and it wouldn't be comfortable for long periods of time to arch just so you can reach him.

sometimes when your makeup is on, he can't decide wether or not he wants to cum in your throat to make you cry or gag around him, or on your face to make more of a mess.

if you guys have sex with clothes on all you'll hear is the jingling of your accessories and his thrusts + moans HAHAHA

he will leave hickeys on your body btw.

he's a little sad that when you ride him your too tall and he can't grab your awesome titties (works for both m+f!reader!)

but does he love it when he's ontop of you and he can either nuzzle into your neck or bury his face onto your chest? yes. yes he does.

the size difference turns him on so much, having your heavy legs (heavy for him but normal for other people, have you seen that man? he's a twig) over his shoulder as he fucks you makes him feel so strong, and so turned on because he gets to see every part of you while you moan under him.

please give him handjobs while he sits in your lap, he'll cum so fast for you.

—Ake 2024

FINDING TENKO BEFORE AFO HCS!

A/N: i hate you little gross boy tenko..ugh!! go eat a soup ugly! (I will probably be making 2-3 side pieces based off of this!)

warnings: fluff.. :sob:

he's so inlove with you it's not even funny, he follows you around like you have your own personal tail.

he sleeps beside you until he's around 8-10yrs old before he decided he was 'too big' to be in the same bed as you, (he still comes in sometimes)

you've sparked his hope that heroes are still the same people as he thought they were, although it's a little different now, he'll ask for All might merch here and there but he does like different heroes.

speaking of heroes, he makes you play All Might while he's either a sidekick or civilian, sometimes he'll be All might too to show how he saw you on the day that you saved him.

he loves helping out with chores, like i said he's REALLY clingy and wants any bit of approval from you.

that being said, he will grow up a little spoiled but a huge (parent)'s boy, he does get bullied for it a little though ):

he once got into a fight with other students because they were picking on how you looked (you know how cruel kids can be)

he'll come to you for help with anything and if you have any illnesses/injuries (chronic or longtime, or even just a cold,) he'll freak out and act like you'll die, ESPECIALLY when he was younger, there's a bunch of times he's cried over this.

he is an ipad kid.

he plays alot of games on it, but once he got older you realized how toxic the gaming space was (if you weren't a past gamer yourself) and tried to get him to stop but he saw how worried you were and tried to keep it a secret instead.

easily jealous of ANYONE! adults? that's his parent! not your friend! other kids? that's his parent! not yours!

helping him come over his quirk was a little scary (and pricey) but now with his specialized gloves he's not afraid to hug you anymore <3

he loves it when you give him baths or help apply medicine to his itches, even though it rarely itches anymore, he still loves it.

please give him some TLC, especially on that ugly lil' frog face of his. he loves hugs, any kind of physical affection makes him so happy because your not afraid of him.

please don't baby him infront of his friends, don't wipe his cheeks, don't cut the crusts off of his sandwich, don't take the meat off the bones for him, he loves you dearly but he's put on a tough guy act at school, don't let it show that he's really a big softie inside!

he loves onezies(?).

if you have any pets like a corgi, he's gonna call it something stupidly cute. 'MonMon', 'fluffy' 'small', 'little (insert animal)'.

please get him an emotional support corgi omg.

go eat a soup ugly

—Ake 2024

Gamer!Shigaraki au is the epitome of what plagues my mind when I want to fuck a gamer boy. His pale hole puckers around inches of cock, begging for more of it in little squeezes. Tomura’s cotton candy blue hair laps over his shoulders in crooked layers like waves on a sea shore, and your hands push his arch deeper, his short crème dick peeking out from behind the further his ass bends toward you.

It’s a sick fascination. Terse pants, pitchy moans, rocky grumbles pass his lips like a kitten struggling to claw its way onto a tall surface. His fingers cling onto his weathered pillows like the kitten’s claws would dig into a couch to heave itself upward. Tomura, however, does not heave himself upward. He drops his tailbone and struggles to maintain control over his throat as your cock bullies him cross eyed.

Pretty kitty. That’s what you want to say. A raspy gasp squeezes through his airway and he peals a hand backward to grab your thigh. It stings. Crooked nails dig themselves into your flesh.

“H-harder” he pants. He doesn’t make a move to take you deeper. That would be too desperate for his ego. Tomura’s lips sound wet. Saliva pooling on his tongue, lips holding it back from spilling all over his yellowed pillowcases. You could only imagine what’s hidden behind the bangs dangling before his face. Red pupils struggling to focus on anything but his own nose bridge. A mouth that can’t stay closed for too long.

“But I just like to watch you take it” you murmur. It’s transfixing to watch his ass struggle with the girth of you, his knees trembling under the weight. Maybe it was evil to tease. Make him beg. Make him wait for more. Tenko is the impatient type. An egotistical type. Like a rock in a stream. Slow chafing of his indestructible surface takes time to carve him into the perfect mold you want. Just the right angle. Just the right thrust.

Shimura’s mouth drops open as you lean forward. Your cock buries deeper inside of him, to the hilt without mercy. “Fucking pervert” he spits, breathless. More harmless than intended.

“You like it.” Your voice floats between the pounding in his ears and the fog clouding up his brain, finding some middle ground. He does. He does like that you’re a pervert. It makes him hot under his skin. Makes him moan a little bit more when he loses a game just to make you fuck him when he’s done.

He’ll never admit it though.

“Fr- ngh! Freak..” he sighs the words out, hips twitching when you pull out and push back in, rocking him back and forth.

A hair long pause cuts short by the sound of Tomura struggling, “so impatient” you pout. Wet pre wets your palm. His cock throbs between your fingers and makes him shake beneath you as you grab it and pull. “Let me do my thing” assuring him, you slide your cock back again, pushing in just a bit harder.

My Hero Academia

➤ Class 1-A

↳ Aoyama, Yugo

↳ Ashido, Mina

↳ Asui, Tsuyu

↳ Ida, Tenya

↳ Uraraka, Ocacho

↳ Ojiro, Mashirao

↳ Kaminari, Denki

↳ Kirishima, Ejiro

↳ Koda, Koji

↳ Sato, Rikido

↳ Shoji, Mezo

↳ Jiro, Kyoka

↳ Sero, Hanta

↳ Tokoyami, Fumikage

↳ Todoroki, Shoto

↳ Hagakure, Toru

↳ Bakugo, Katsuki

↳ Midoriya, Izuku

↳ Yaoyorozu, Momo

➤ Class 1-B

↳ Awase, Yosetsu

↳ Kiabara, Sen

↳ Kuroiro, Shihai

↳ Kendo, Itsuka

↳ Kodai, Yui

↳ Komori, Kinoko

↳ Shiozaki, Ibara

↳ Monoma, Neito

↳ Yanagi, Reiko

➤ Big 3

↳ Togata, Miriro

↳ Hado, Nejire

↳ Amajiki, Tamiki

➤ Other Classes

↳ Hatsume, Mei

↳ Shinso, Hitoshi

➤ Teachers

↳ Aizawa, Shota (Eraser Head)

↳ Present Mic

↳ Midnight

➤ Pro Heros

↳ All Might

↳ Ms. Joke

↳ Mirko

↳ Kamui Woods

↳ Ryukyu

↳ Hawks

↳ Mt.Lady

↳ Fat Gum

↳ Mandalay

↳ Pixie-Bob

↳ Tiger

↳ Ragdoll

➤ Villains

↳ Cider House

↳ Kurogiri

↳ Shigaraki, Tomura

↳ Dabi

↳ Twice

↳ Himiko Toga

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ohh i don’t know… just thinking about riding shigaraki’s thigh. you’re in your panties, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor in the haste of your make out session, while he’s fully clothed.

he helps you grind your sopping cunt on his jean-clad thigh, drinking in your pathetic whines and whimpers as he’s careful not to fully wrap his hands around your hips.

shigaraki full on stares at you, taking in every little detail on your face and committing it to memory, afraid this might be some cruel trick his mind is playing on him.

you keep whining, the feeling of his thigh brushing against your clit is other-worldly. “tomu— nghh! i’m close…”

his fingers let go of you as he practically forces you to hump his thigh to get off. your fingers are entangled in his hair, pulling on his delicate strands when the pleasure becomes too much.

“please, wanna cum so bad!” you begged, already getting tired from having to do it yourself and missing the feeling of his hands on you.

shigaraki looked down at his thigh and noticed the big wet patch on his pants from the fluids leaking from your pussy and smirked. he let out a sound akin to that of a groan when your hands slid under his sweater and scratched his back.

“cum.” and that was all you needed to hear for you to come undone.