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Iâm just a stranger who stumbled across your blog today, and want you to know that I think youâre really cool, Rach. You seem like somebody who has a real love for life, and shares it with those who are lucky enough to have you as a supportive friend. Sorry that this week was rough (helped in no part by those creepy anons), and I just wanted to send a more positive message your way. You know what youâre about, and that kind of confidence and joy you exude is inspiring. Weâre two strangers passing by on the internet, but from one glimpse at who you are through this blog I know thereâs so much to love about you, and that youâll be in my thoughts. I hope the joys in your life find you well, be it through spanking, or beautiful windows, or whatever else tickles your fancy in the moment. Thank you for being who you are, Rach, and for sharing that gift with the rest of us.
Cannot describe how elated this made me feel after reading it. I have deep appreciation for messages like this; they are always welcome in my inbox. Selfishly, I wanted to save this for myself, but I donât believe kindness like this should go ignored <3 thank you, sweet soul, I hope joy and love find you on the darkest days
#the joy of being seen vs the fear of being known rn: ð€Œââïž#joy of being seen is winning though ð«¶ðŒ#fav#anon#answered
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university!au please!! infamous!shiggy with average s/o ð€Œââïž pls i
Oh anon, how did you know Iâve been wanting to write a college au Shig for a while? You must be psychic or something, very impressive!
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Creepy Tenko Part One:
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Anyways, I know you want the smut and shit but thereâs a few things about Tenko that make him so infamous.
First off, his backstory. Basically, he was kidnapped by AFO as usual, but he was rescued by heroes this time a few months after. Unfortunately, a lot of damage had already been done.
The heroes were embarrassed as hell that they took so long to save him, and as a publicity act, paid to put him through elementary school, middle school, high school and hell even college. The big package.
Because of that, his entry was guaranteed since he was like 6. Obviously, this is gonna turn some heads.
Now this guy was infamous around campus for many reasons. For starters, growing up murdering his family and spending a summer with your local serial killer is gonna be the headline of his life. Everyone knows about that, and he doesnât even deny it.
Also, because of that experience he has major ptsd and schizophrenia, causing a few tiny violent outbursts throughout his childhood. But itâs fine, heâs medicated now⊠most of the time.
Heâs also very aloof, not talking to anyone if he can help it. Heâs used to bullying, and at this point has pretty much given up making any friends. Heâs so used to people being scared of him, just like his old master said, that he kind of embraces it, not even trying to hide when he stares at people for hours on end.
Oh yeah, and the stares. This guys got a dark ass aura. His blazing red eyes burn a hole in the back of the women he stares at. Heâs a smart guy, he doesnât need to pay attention to the whole lesson to get the gist. So lucky him, he can spend the rest of the class period staring at some chick while discreetly touching himself under the desk. Make eye contact with him if you dare.
The thing that completely tanked his reputation however, was when one guy got pissed at him for making goo-goo eyes at his girlfriend all day. He stopped him on his way to his dorm, punching him which made him stumble.
Something flew out of his hoodie pocket, and the man picked it up, students gathering around as he faced poor Tenko.
Tenko looked mortified, tears gathering in his eyes, but he wasnât looking at his attacker. He was looking at his stolen object. The assailant hadnât gotten a good look at what he was holding, and by the look on the freaks face it meant something to him.
The other students who gathered around screamed, some running to hurl in the nearby trash cans. When he finally looked at what he was holding it took him a good second to figure out what it was.
It was cold and grey. Fleshy with a golden back and⊠fingernails. Wait⊠was that⊠oh my god.
He yelled throwing the detached hand into the air, Tenko diving to catch it. He could feel himself losing control, his old senseis voice overtaking his brain and making his whole body shiver. He-he needed to calm down.
Tenko rose, pressing the cool hand into his face as he took deep breaths. He stopped trembling, and for a second, even with the screaming and yelling and trampling, everything was calm.
Obviously he got in trouble for having a murder scene victimâs body part in his possession, but Tenko knew from experience that no matter whatever bullshit they tried to scare him with, they couldnât expel him.
He was like a mascot for the heroesâs new scholarship program. No way they would let him get expelled just because he kept a memento of his lost family. So, like always they payed them off. But the students remembered, and the guy who held the disembodied hand needed therapy.
So, not only was he a creep who got off to pictures of feet in the bathroom during homeroom, he also was a creep who kept a souvenir of his first murder victim with him at all times. Weird weird weird.
And then you came along.
He didnât think much of you, that was, until you decided to sit down in one of multiple empty seats bordering his desk. No one ever sits this close.
Well⊠he had to admit⊠you were pretty. With your silky (h/c) hair, and your brilliant eyes, and your juicy, plumpâŠ. Eh-hum, personality.
He couldnât stop himself from staring, not like he tried. Youâll learn soon enough that heâs a creep, and then heâll be alone again. Yep. All on his own. Terrific.
His eyes bore into you, not just in one place but all over. Scanning over your body and memorizing every detail. From this close he could truly see how smooth and soft your skin was. And he could smell your perfume. What was that, lilac?
âOh, do you like the perfume? I just got it! Itâs lilac!â
Shit. You must have a mind reading quirk. He could feel his face growing bright red at the idea of you seeing the foul things he imagined in the last minute or so.
Truthfully you only knew because you could hear him sniffing the air like a puppy exploring a grassy field for the first time.
As the class went on you looked at him occasionally, not flinching whatsoever at the intense eye contact he returned. You had to admit⊠he was pretty cute. With eyes like those he should be the center of attention yet here he is sulking in the back of the class. Well, whatever, not your business.
The professor droned on about who knows what, making the both of you slump over your desks with boredom. You were praying for an oasis in the midst of this dry, dull desert of a classroom, when you heard a familiar sound.
Beep-boop, boop bleep!
You could recognize that sound anywhere! That was⊠that wasâŠ
You had to stop yourself from slamming your hands on the table in shock. The cute guy sitting next to you was playing the limited edition âSuper Hero Adventure Deluxeâ for the gameboy advance. (Not an actual game I think)
Aka, the only game in the Super Hero Adventure franchise you had yet to play. The one you had scoured EBay for forever. Holy shit, marry me!
You couldnât help yourself, despite not knowing this guy in the slightest you pressed yourself into his shoulder, scaring the shit out of him and causing almost everyone to stop and look at you. You looked down at the pixelated screen, currently being death gripped by gloved hands as your cheek smushed against his fluffy black hair.
Tenko could feel his body shutting down from the inside. The sudden physical contact, the fact it was from a hot girl, and the realization she had an interest in his favorite game was all too much. Everyone watched as he pushed you away, screaming at you to stay away from him with some fairly colorful language.
Your expression darkened, and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Having used to people tucking in their tail, he had to say he was not at all prepared for this. He didnât actually want to fight you, he just wanted you to back off! ⊠donât make him fight you, youâre the first girl to touch him in years.
You both held intense eye contact for what felt like forever, but in reality was for only a second.
âYou do not talk to me like that. Understand?â
Oh boy. Oh-ho-ho BOY you were awakening something in him he didnât know he had. His face turned tomato red and his ire-filled glare turned into a soft gaze filled with child-like wonder. Not being able to speak he shakily nodded, hand raising up to feel along the one gripping his shirt. His fluffy hair bounced a little as he nodded.
You let go, returning to your seat with a huff and turned your head, and you were met with the utterly shocked faces of your classmates. They looked at you like you had just slain a dragon.
Meanwhile Tenko said nothing, face still completely red as his foggy mind spent the rest of class processing these new feelings that came up. The way you touched him, the way you scolded him! It was so⊠mean. So entitled. So dominant.
He wants more.
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Believe me, I will be doing a part two! Thanks again for the ask, it finally gave me the kick in the pants I needed to write this!
#shigaraki tenko#my hero academia#shigaraki fanfiction#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x y/n#my hero academia shigaraki#boku no hero academia tomura#shigaraki fluff#shigaraki smut#shigaraki tomura#college au shigaraki
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I love how quick I switch up because you could say âino on the mindâ and Iâll be throwing sexual scenarios at you but then you could say ânanami on the mindâ and Iâll be throwing sexual scenarios at you but then you could say âgojo on the mindâ and Iâll be throwing sexual scenarios at you but then you could say âchoso on the mindâ and Iâll be throw
And then me with you on the mind: ð£ââïžðââïžð€ŸââïžðŽââïžðð€Œââïžðïžââïžðð§ââïžðïžââïžð€ºâ¹ïžââïžðââïžðââïžðââïžðââïžðââïžðœïžð
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no i love it too i always got u on my side i know i can get horny about one of these damn men and 𪌠anon will be in my corner amen
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this was also a. choice.
cackling and crying. clicked on the link for kit lore and it took me to archives
yeah ð yeah i was like on crack on smth when i made my theme
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YOOO ITS MEWING ANON AND YOU POSTED MANDERIN WARS ANON FIC COOL DUDE THAT IS SO SIGMA (I canât fucking spell) when I saw that the fic took 5 months it reminded me of that super sigma fic rq I sent you (the one thatâs gonna take like four whole Zelda game development cycles to make but YOU ARE AWSOME FOR SAYING YOU WILL. anyways I am glad that ask is between you me and GOD if literally anyone else had seen that Iâd be like ðððððð¥¹ð
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stay sigma!
DID YOU JUST SEND ME EVERY SINGLE EMOJI IN ORDER IM FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD
i DID post mandarin wars anons fic!! well⊠the first chapter at least ð I REALLY HOPE THEYâRE ABLE TO SEE IT
and iâll get to yours at some point donât worry man, it just may not be a while i have school starting up soon (boooo)
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Glad to see thereâs another Jew on here that a liittttlle bit craves an anon fight lol
lol omg here i sit hungry for some drama and spitting out some facts and it almost never comes. i swear they all have me on their blocklists since at leasssst december. hitting block/anon is soooo much easier than discussing/reading/engaging ð€
FIGHT ME ALREADY ð€Œââïž
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I needed to condense all my screaming sobbing into some coherent thoughts first, but hi, hello, this is my first ask to u, I wanted to say: I love winding path of fate sm,, I,, AHIEUTYERIUGH HOW DOES UR BRAIN WORK? I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH, I LOVE THE LITTLE EXTRAS YOU POST SO MUCH,, THE MOST RECENT ONE?? HELLO. HI. I GIGGLED. TWIRLING MY HAIR, KICKING MY FEET. THE WAY YOU WRITE NEUVILLETTE, AND READER, AND THE INTERACTIONS, AND HWEIRUEHGIUERHGRUG EVERYTHING??? OH MY GOD, I WAS ON THE FLOOR FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER, I STARTED USING AO3 JUST SO I COULD READ IT EARLIER, LIKE,, I DON'T KNOW HOW I COULD POSSIBLY CONVEY THIS ALL TO YOU, BUT YOUR WRITING CHEMICALLY ALTERED MY BRAIN, IM ACTUALLY IN DISBELIEF ð€Œââïž (I have melted into a puddle)
I hope both sides of your pillow are nice and cool, I hope your day is pleasant, I hope your genshin ping is always green, I wish you the best. I love you. thank you for ur work. respectfully, I'm in tears.
anon, let's get married.
no, but seriously, let's get married.
idk what else to say except than it's things like this that keep me going!!! as an author who often struggles to put ideas into words, when people tell me that they're giggling and kicking their feet and stuff i feel like i succeeded a little
thank you anon, i love you too!!!
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from what i'm seeing ðanon can't handle the heat âð
WE FIGHTING. WWE STYLE ð€Œââïžð€Œââïžð€Œââïž
-â£ïž
LMAOOOOO
YOU:
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hi baby, how are you??
i accidentally wrote like 1k of sungchan babytrapping.. thereâs something very deeply wrong with meâŠ
but!! im excited for riize comeback on the 17th, im ready to decide whether i like boom boom bass, or iâll listen to it ironically, or iâll hate it and not listen to it at all⊠the reels theyâve been posting are giving me the ick. but i push through.
- ð¥ anon
Hi baby, all good, I'm just trying to write something (not so successful tho) because I have so many ideas but I'm in a terrible block and I haven't been able to finish a single draft I have ð BUT I'M NOT A QUITTER ð£ïžð€Œââïž
Yesterday I saw someone posted a smut with a story my type (my beautiful moot muntitled wrote it) and I want to think the drought of fics has officially ended so I'm trying to give my little grain to the community but well... ð€ (I'M TRYING)
Share the 1k Sungchan baby trapping with the community please ðð¥ºð§ââïž
Haha we're all fighting baby, I'll just see how I feel when the MV is out, I really doubt I'll be buying anything now since I was really disappointed ð but I could still give it a chance (although every time it starts to sound in TikTok I pass it because I also get the ick ð€§ð£)
#what I've seen really looks like it was made by Disney tho#trying to be positive#maybe if they hadn't used my favorite color palette and the photos looked more like the vibes i wouldn't be so critique#i had too many expectations but that's my fault#like a rv bad boy#taemin press your number#exo the eve#it was like wanting a steak but receiving a mcflurry instead#ð¥ anon
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How to not feel constantly tired and wanting to draw something? Advice how to fight art block? ð€Œââïž
slepping, stepping away for a while, just drawing a buncha quick doodles or something super self induldent for yourself with no intention of posting them- there could be a few things that could help. âŠotherwise got nothing tho, sorry anon </3 Maybe someone else who posts constantly has some tips?
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coco: happy boxing day ððŠððŠð âºïžðð
anon: ð ð¥ð¥ð€Œð€Œââïžð€Œââïžð€Œð¥ð¥???
HAHAAHAHAHA
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i love you so muuuuchðð thank you so much!! Im glad to know i gave u some kind of motivation and wasnât annoying. Now ima go beat up Porco brbð€Œââïž
Thanks, from a fanð€
Aww bb you were never annoying! ð I have no issues setting boundaries and telling anons/users to chill if I feel inundated, so donât feel that was the case at all. Itâs honestly refreshing to have people ask about works and not in a demanding way, especially with Hammer. Hammer is my baby and I will forever slave over it even if only two people are reading it because itâs become my big project.
Anyway, enough of my rambling ð Thank you! (also be patient with porco heâs going through it right now lol)
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Creepy Tenko part 2
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Part 1:
Part 3:
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After your first encounter, you became quite popular around campus as the girl who finally stood up to creepy Tenko and lived. You got invitations to pretty much every frat, a lot of free drinks at the bar, and lots of gossip buddies to sit with at lunch. And while you did enjoy the attention, you felt kind of bad about what you did.
Yeah he said some pretty nasty things, but you were the one who invaded his personal space (and then some). God you hoped you hadnât ruined your chances with him⊠you really did want to get to know him better. He seemed sweet.
Meanwhile, Tenko was spending the afternoon in his room, experimenting. Hmmm, how did you grab his shirt again? Like this? ⊠no, it was tighter than that. Maybe like this? Oh yeah, thatâs it! You gotta twist it! Mmmm, perfect.
And what was it that you said to him? Those eight words that made his heart beat faster and his legs quake. Oh yeah.
âYou do not talk to me like that.â
Fuck, just remembering the way you looked at him made him struggle to take off his pants already. Those 10 seconds of complete dominance over him were going to get him through a week of jack-off material.
Again and again the scene played out in his mind. Your intense eyes, your strong grip, your unyielding tone.
âYou do not talk to me like that.â
Mmmm yeah, thatâs the stuff. He worked his gloved hand over his clothed dick. His underwear chafed along his dick but it was nothing compared to what his hand would do, so he ignored it.
He grabbed the lube and tissues from the bedside table, ready to make this the perfect night as over and over you scolded him in his mind.
âYou do not talk to me like that. You filthy slut.â
He pressed his eyes shut hard, working over himself faster and faster as a different scene played out in his mind.
He moved his unused hand, applying lube singlehandedly and dipping down into his boxers. This time from the back.
Oh no y/n, your fingers are circling his tender hole! Oh please, heâll be a good boy! Oh god please donât fill him up with your fingers!
He was completely lost in his fantasy, beginning to finger himself with a moan.
His imagination only got more and more intense as he moved quicker, your degrading words seemingly right in his ear.
His own hand was bullying his inner walls, while his other pinches his nutsack as he envisioned your perfect foot crushing them as you laughed. So good⊠so good!
Shit!
His cum sprayed all over himself, dirtying the hoodie as the tissues beside him went utterly forgotten. He rode his orgasm for as long as he could, melting back into his bed as he came down from his high.
He never had felt anything like that. Usually when he did this he imagined things more⊠manly.
Oh but he liked this. He liked this way a lot more. And he liked using you in his fantasies. Just what the hell had you done to him?
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There you were again. Same class, same desk.
Usually Tenko would at least pay attention in the beginning of class before oogling at the unobtainable girls, but today his attention was on you completely.
He knew he was probably overreacting about the encounter, after all you probably had forgotten all about it.
But⊠whenever people talked to him, they whether intentionally or unintentionally treated him like a monster. Shaky voice, careful wording, hollow compliments, bullshit excuses to leave, all their confidence melting away as they prayed to make it out alive. Come out of interacting with him alive.
That, or their fight/flight instincts chose fight, and they tried to hurt him before he hurt them. Whether it be verbal or physical, heâs had some brave people stand up to him for no apparent reason. He got used to the insults. He stopped fighting them and accepted them like a wise, crazy old man once said.
They also gave up trying to hurt him, as he had not only the reflexes and pain tolerance of a god, but the protection of the hero business. He didnât actually kill anyone since⊠that day⊠but instead the aforementioned hero scholarship program got the aggressors expelled and silenced so there wouldnât be any controversy when he graduated. The kids werenât seen again and despite any actual evidence, rumors spread.
So really, he was so used to being treated as a monster that he accepted his role as one. And all of these past experiences are what made him so baffled at how you treated him. You touched, no, fearlessly pressed yourself against him, your cheek touching his dry and cracked one. You spoke to him with no hesitance or anger or anything. You maintained eye contact with him that wasnât a test of who would look away first.
You werenât scared of him, and thatâs what drew him to you.
He had to know more, get to know why youâre comfortable around him. See if he could, as cheesy as it sounds⊠be your friend.
Ugh, even thinking that made him cringe. He didnât want to be your friend, you were hot and he wanted to fuck you. Thatâs it.
Look out world, he doesnât have any knowledge of flirting or social interaction in general, but by god is he gonna try.
He looked at you, eyes squinting as he calculated his next moves like a chess game. He spent all night planning out these next few hours. He can do this. He can talk to you like a regular person.
You were humming to yourself, scribbling notes on a sheet of paper as the lesson continued, and he made his move.
Reaching into his hoodie, resting on top of âFatherâ, was the same gameboy that sparked your first, uh, heâs gonna say âconversationâ.
He whipped it out with confidence, intentionally pulling it out on his visible side. He turned his head and looked at you. No reaction.
You noticed in your peripheral vision the way his head rotated towards you dramatically. His face was one of deep concentration and determination, and despite his intense gaze as he scanned your lack of reaction, he said nothing.
He slowly turned his head back towards his gameboy, and lifted the screen with an audible snap. The instant it made a noise he whipped his head and upper body towards you, once again, very dramatically.
You had to stop yourself from giggling. What was this guy doing? The way he turned made it seem like time and time again you some how pulled the last straw but his face was one of observation. He didnât have to say it, it was painfully obvious he wanted your attention.
His eyes squinted again at your lack of reaction, and he turned slowly towards his game. With the screen up, he powered it on, giving you a powerful side glance this time instead, and turned the volume up just a little, so that you could obviously hear it, but the rest of the class couldnât.
You gave him no response on the outside, but on the inside you were giggling from how cute this was. You wanted to see what else he would do if you kept ignoring him.
He booted up the game, slightly disturbed by your silence compared to yesterday, when you practically fell into his lap. He would have to try harder. Time for the next step.
âHmMmMm, mAn tHiS gAmE is sO fUn.â He said, robotically and slightly louder than he meant to. His head snapped towards you again and you had to stifle a giggle.
He sighed theatrically. âOh, bUt tHiS lEvElS sOoOo HaRd! I wIsH tHeRe wAs SoMeBoDy wHo cOuLd hElP mE wItH iT.â
He snapped his head to you again, and you slowly raised your own to give him time to face forward again and pretend he wasnât paying attention to you.
Despite being profile to you, you could see his eyes frantically moving back and forth from the white-board to you.
You played along, leaning in slightly to see what level heâs on. You almost lost it, heâs still at the title screen.
Tenko fought a smile. Yes, the plan was working! Alright, time for the next step.
With a strained straight face, you look him in the eye and break the news to him.
âUh, you gotta press âAâ to start the game dude.â
His face paled in realization, and he looked down to see that he had forgotten to select a level. Shit.
âUhh yeah so I do⊠silly meâ he said, voice getting quieter near the end and trailing off. Despite working so hard to get you to look at him he couldnât look you in the eye, staring off into the ceiling as he hoped to god you were still looking at his game.
You pressed the button for him, your thumb covering his as you smushed it into the plastic. A high pitched beep comes from the game in perfect sync to his heart skipping a beat.
You touched him! Again! You touched his hand!!! Aka, the most dangerous place to touch! He could feel his face heat up already and he had to repress some very intense emotions before he did something heâd regret.
You pulled away you hand, but leaned over and rested your chin on his shoulder. You could feel his shudder as your nose blew cold air into his ear. It was like every time you inhaled he doubted this was real, and every time you exhaled the soft breeze snapped him back and assured him you were, in fact, here with him.
You could see the tips of his ears reddening as he panted, and you looked down to his lap where the gameboy was. You tried, but it was hard to ignore the large erection he was sporting. You couldnât help your eyes from widening. I guess the myth about gamers is true after all.
Tenko was so distracted by your chest pressing into his upper-arm that it took him a second to remember why you were looking over his shoulder in the first place. He looked down to the screen, ready to show you his epic gamer skillz⊠and made an utterly terrifying discovery.
Oh shit⊠OH SHIT!!!
Alarm bells were ringing in his head and he shoved you off in a panic.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck he could swear he tucked himself into his waistband before class! Oh god thatâs so embarrassing he hoped you didnât notice⊠he uh⊠whereâd you go?
Coming back to reality he looked around and met your gaze as you rubbed your where your ass hit the floor. You gave him that same look, the one he was terrified of, and yet yearned for.
He wasnât embarrassed anymore. Now, he was filled with nothing but dread. It was bad enough he couldnât control himself, now he had just shoved the girl of his dreams away. literally.
You watched as he deeply exhaled, this sigh being for real. He laid his head on the table, accepting defeat and mentally preparing your for your next move.
He watched you rise and sit back in your chair. He couldnât see your face, but could only assume it was one of disgust and anger.
What would it be this time? Insults about his appearance? Shrieking and running out of the classroom? A punch to the back of the head that would undoubtedly be the last time you made contact with him? He didnât care. You couldnât hurt him more than he has been. Please just do it already.
He saw out of the corner of his eye your hand reaching towards him. Looks like youâre gonna do this the physical way. He tensed up, preparing for a slap, a punch, a kick, hell even a harsh pinch.
. . . . .
HOLY FUCKING FUCK OF ALL THAT FUCKED
You were touching him! You were touching touching him! What in the ever loving god was happening?! He was now completely sure his medication was backfiring or something but your firm cupping of his clothed balls sent shivers down his spine a way no hallucination ever could.
Your groping hand was sending waves of pleasure through his body with each little squeeze. His entire body was tense and rigid, a survival instinct perhaps that told him not to move or you might stop for some reason. It was irrational, but it made enough sense in his boggled mind to keep him perfectly still as you had your way with him.
And throughout the mind numbing lust and the shock of ever being in a situation like this, there was still one question that forced its way to the front of his thoughts.
Why?
Why him? Why now? Why after he had just shoved you? Why after you saw how perverted he was? Just⊠why?
Whatever, he didnât care. Heâd find out later, but for now heâd be dammed if he didnât do every thing he could to enjoy this while it lasted.
Shyly, he turned his head to you, determined to see what you looked like through all this. I mean, you were jerking him off above his clothes during class, the least he could do is look at you.
Then, as he gazed into your eyes, your intentions became clear.
He hoped he would see a soft, inviting smile or something. But instead, you wore a malicious, grinch-like grin that made his heart drop.
Your fingers turned to claws as you squeezed his nuts harshly, making him let out a small squeak.
âYou know baby boy~â you began, letting him know what it was like to be on the other side of an intense glaring session. You could feel his hips jerk at the nickname, giggling.
âI was going to apologize to you today. I felt so bad about how things left off⊠thought I may have been too harsh on you.â
As you talked, you kneaded his junk harshly between your fingers, and despite the uncomfortable sensation, he couldnât get himself to fight back. As much as he was ashamed to admit it⊠you hurting him like this felt so good. So right. Like he had finally found his place in the world.
Being your bitch.
He trembled as you continued. âBut after seeing what a perverted bastard you are, shoving me away from you even though I only wanted to help you with your, ah, âdifficult level.ââ You taunted, free hand making finger quotes for the last two words.
You leaned into his shoulder once again, and whispered.
âI guess you left me no choice but to punish you.â He had to clasp a hand over his mouth before he let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
You continued harshly pushing your palm against his sack, trying to flatten it against his thigh as he panted deliciously.
This was supposed to feel like a punishment.
But damn if it didnât feel like a reward
#shigaraki tenko#my hero academia#shigaraki fanfiction#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x y/n#my hero academia shigaraki#boku no hero academia tomura#shigaraki fluff#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki smut
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me abt to throw hands with that anon ð€ŒââïžâŒïž
omg new emojis alert (or am i dumb)! ALSO PLSSS HAVE A BRAWL yessss ð¿
#⢠ËËË junie just got mail ! â© à¿àŸ#ðððððￜￜðððð
ððð beloveds ð«ð!!#my ride and dies are my anonies fr
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ISNSODKSKI FORHOT TUMBLR EXISTED FOR LIKE A MONTH BUT I CAME OUT AS GENDERFLUID TO MY ENGLISH TEACHER AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF EJDNSKMS - ð€Œââïž
IM SO PROUD OF YOU TOO THATS AMAZING!! we love to see it ð â€
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happy valentines love<3
-ð€Œââïž
<3
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