#college tomura x reader

[tomurabunny]

Pomegranate

pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

◦ genre: fluff, slow burn

◦ word count:

◦ tags: domestic moments, Tomura is Bad at Feelings, Soft Shigaraki, no quirk au

◦ synopsis: Tomura's never cared much for the little things, until the scent of pomegranate begins to haunt him. It's familiar, warm — and it reminds him of you in ways he doesn't quite understand.

◦ warnings: nothing, i guess, just fluff

◦ author’s note: this one took its time to come together. Honestly, I still don't feel like it's complete — maybe I'll edit or expand it someday. The idea bloomed while I was preparing pomegranates, something I did almost every week for a while after losing one of my vocal cords.

◦ excerpt: He peels the pomegranate at the table, red juice seeping into the creases of his fingers, staining them deep crimson. The scent rises — sharp, sweet, and unmistakably familiar. Why does this feel like... you?

One evening, you're both at the store, picking out the essentials for the week. Tomura's never been the kind to care much about what ends up in the cart. Whatever works. Whatever's quick. But today, his eyes drift to the display of fresh pomegranates. The dark red skin catches the light, and something about the fruit feels familiar, like a word on the tip of his tongue.

Without a second thought, he picks one up and tosses it into the cart.

You glance at the fruit. "Didn't know you liked those."

He shrugs, eyes fixed on the cart like the answer's buried somewhere among the groceries. "I don't. Just felt like it."

You don't question it, and he doesn't explain. He's not sure he could explain. It's just... there.

Days pass, and the thought keeps sneaking up on him. It's strange. The pomegranate sits on the counter, untouched, for a while. Every time he walks by it, his eyes catch on the rough skin, the color deep and rich. Something gnaws at the edge of his awareness.

Late one night, Tomura finally picks it up. The kitchen is quiet, shadows pooling in the corners. He peels the pomegranate at the table, the red juice seeping into the creases of his fingers, staining them a deep crimson. The scent rises — sharp, sweet, and unmistakably familiar. He frowns, the feeling tugging harder now, an itch just beneath the surface of his mind.

He sits there for a long while, fingers sticky, the seeds glistening like tiny rubies. He turns one over between his thumb and forefinger, watching the juice bead up and drip onto the table. The smell lingers, clings to his skin, and with every breath, it pulls him deeper into that elusive memory.

Why does this feel like... you?

It doesn't make sense. He tries to shake it off, but the thought roots itself deeper. That scent — that subtle sweetness — reminds him of moments when the world feels smaller, quieter. When you're curled up next to him, the glow of your laptop reflecting off your glasses, or when your hair brushes his arm as you lean in to watch him play.

But he doesn't understand. He's smelled your perfumes before, during classes or before dates: crisp, sharp notes, confident and self-assured. This scent is different.

Softer. Warmer. More vulnerable.

And it's only here, in these quiet spaces you share.

Then, one Friday night, it clicks.

You're sitting cross-legged on his couch, your laptop balanced on your knees, the soft glow lighting up your face. You're wearing one of Tomura's old shirts, the sleeves hanging loosely around your wrists. Your hair is slightly messy, stray strands falling over your eyes. And that scent — that subtle, sweet warmth — drifts from you. It catches him off guard when you lean over to watch his screen, your shoulder brushing his. It's there again when you laugh softly at some absurd in-game death.

Pomegranate.

The realization lands quietly, but it strikes deep. His chest tightens. He hadn't noticed it before — not consciously — but now it's so obvious he almost feels stupid. It's not an artificial scent, not something you'd spray on before a night out. It's something else. Something that lingers when you're here.

Something soft and unguarded.

The thought won't leave him alone. The more he notices it, the more it unsettles him. He catches whiffs of it when you stretch on the couch or curl into a blanket.

And why does it feel like he's the only one who gets to see it?

Tomura catches himself breathing in a little deeper when you're close, fingers curling slightly as if he could hold onto it.

It frustrates him, this quiet puzzle. He hates puzzles without answers. And he hates how much he wants to solve this one.

He can't ignore it any longer. On a Sunday morning, after a few rounds of Smash Bros, Tomura tosses the controller aside. It clatters onto the coffee table, the sound breaking through the quiet.

His voice is rough, low, almost accusing. "Why do you smell different when we're here?"

You pause, fingers frozen mid-typing. "What do you mean?"

He frowns, frustration flickering in his eyes. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to scratch away the confusion.

"I don't know. It's... pomegranate. When we're home." Tomura avoids your gaze, his voice dropping to a mumble. "But I never see you putting anything like it on."

The silence stretches between you. Then, you smile softly, something warm in your eyes.

"My moisturizer. I use it at night or when I'm just relaxing."

Tomura doesn't say anything, but his eyes flick to you. The realization settles in his mind — this scent, this layer of softness, being something only he gets to notice.

Something just for him.

His voice comes out quieter than he intended. "What... does it do?"

You fight the urge to grin, knowing if you make a big deal out of this, he'll retreat. "Keeps my skin soft."

He stares at you for a moment longer. Then, barely audible, he mutters, "Your skin's already soft."

Heat rises to your cheeks at the unexpected compliment. You shrug, trying to keep your voice steady. "Well... this helps."

There's a pause. His gaze lingers on you, the weight of unspoken thoughts filling the space between you. Then he murmurs, almost too low to hear, "Don't stop using it."

You smile, pretending you didn't hear him, but your fingers brush against his, lingering just a little longer than usual.

[dawn-moths]

thinking about tomura being tenko’s older brother where they’re perhaps ten years apart. you and tomura first meet when you’re both eighteen, start hanging out as friends, but you’re only vaguely aware he has a sibling when sometimes he says he can’t hang out that particular weekend because he has to “babysit the brat”.

after a while, you’re able to convince him to show you a picture of his little brother. you’re curious if they look alike, and other than a few features like their eye and hair color, you can easily imagine how tomura looked at that age, too. him and tenko look startling similar to each other even with that many years between them.

“sorry…” tomura grumbles through the other side of your phone call one afternoon. “tenko’s soccer practice got canceled and now my mom’s making me watch him while she’s at work.”

he sounds annoyed, almost embarrassed by the fact that, even at eighteen, he has to obey his mother’s requests, but is ultimately contrite about his last minute change of plans having to effect you so often as well.

“it’s ok,” you assure him with your usual chipper tone, fully understanding the responsibility he has. “but, y’know…” you remind him, “if it’s ok, i could always come over and we could hang out while you’re watching your brother?”

you try and hide your eagerness the best you can. the truth is, you’ve been wanting to meet the mini-tomura for quite some time now. tomura always describes him as annoying, as a needy little brat that whines until he gets his way, but the words are never spit with scorn and there’s something soft in his eyes that always gives away the fact that he actually does care.

tomura usually just brushes off your offer, promises to reschedule with you, so you’re prepared to be let down, but that time, after a short pause of contemplation, tomura clears his throat and says, “i mean, yeah, ok. that’s fine i guess, if you want…”

“ok!” you beam, already grabbing your keys. “i’ll be over soon then!” you hang up, grab your bag, and jump in your car.

any time you’ve been over to tomura’s house (which has been few and far between, since your place tends to be the designated hangout given you usually have the house to yourself most of the time) tenko hasn’t been there. he’s been at his aforementioned soccer practice or a friend’s house or some other activity that’s kept you from meeting him.

you’re so curious it’s overwhelming, and as you pull up to tomura’s house he’s already perched on the front step, gazing at his phone until he hears your car approaching. you park by the curb and scamper up to greet him, giving him a hug as per usual, and though he’d sounded sort of defeated on the phone earlier, seeing your smiling face now makes him feel a little lighter.

“hey,” you grin, momentarily holding both his hands in your own down between your close bodies. sometimes you're reminded how adverse to any kind of physical touch tomura used to be when the two of you had first met. even something as simple as a light, playful nudge would make him flinch, cause him to keep a bit more of a distance for the rest of the day.

but over time, you're not sure exactly why but, something changed.

and it was actually him who came to comfort you that time. you'd been upset, had planned on staying in your room alone until the ache decided to pass. but then you and tomura had started texting. he'd sensed something was wrong so he'd called. he'd heard the heartbreak in your voice, told you he was on his way, and not ten minutes later he was sitting beside you on your bed with his arm around you as you'd talked to him about what had happened while you'd cried.

ever since then, he'd gotten more comfortable with your casual, familiar touches, though he still found it easier to touch you than to be touched by you.

“hey,” he returns, then adds with that hint of that sarcastic humor you’ve come to love so much, “you ready to meet the little demon?”

you laugh, unable to not be amused by his melodrama. “oh, c’mon,” you say, lightly batting at his arm. “he’s only eight, he can’t be that bad!”

all tomura offers in response is a muttered, “yeah, well…” before inviting you inside.

as soon as you walk through the door, a little dog comes bounding towards you, running in energetic circles and barking as his tail wags with both curiosity and excitement. you proceed with caution around the corgi, wanting to reach down to pet him but hesitating around the unfamiliar animal.

the few times you'd been over before, tomura had let his dog out into the yard so he wouldn't end up jumping all over you, so this is the first time you're meeting him up close instead of catching glances of him through a window.

"ugh, sorry..." tomura mutters as he reaches down and scoops his dog up, the canine's tail continuing to wag even more once he's secure in tomura's arms. "i forgot to let him out back..." he then seems to realize something, his eyes widening a bit as he does a double take back at you and asks with a little more guilt in his tone, "you're not afraid of dogs, are you...?"

you wave off his concern with a swish of your hand and a crooked smile. you tell him you're not, you were just a little surprised is all.

"it's mon-chan, right?" you ask, slowly reaching your hand out for the dog to sniff.

"yeah. mon-chan," tomura confirms, readjusting his grip on the wriggling animal. "he's super friendly. just, well..." he gives a half shrug as a small grin cracks at one corner of his mouth. "he can be a lot."

"hey, mon-chan..." you coo, your tone turned sugary sweet, and the dog gives the back of your hand a few friendly licks. "awwww, you're cute, aren't you? what a good boy..."

but before you can dote over the dog too much, something catches your attention from the corner of your eye, causing you to shift your view towards the living room that sits off to the side of the main entrance.

and, lo and behold, there he is.

little tenko and his sweet little face that reminds you so much of the older brother you’ve become so fond of.

“hiiiii,” you greet the little boy with a soft voice and a smile. you know kids can often be wary when meeting new people, so when tenko just stares at you with those big, dark eyes you’re not surprised.

“hey,” tomura grumbles to his sibling. “don’t be rude. say hello.”

tenko then seems to snap out of his cautious trance, looking at his brother then back to you before saying, “is this the girl you’re always talking about, nii-san?”

tomura feels his cheeks heat and his ears burn as he sputters out something that sounds like half an excuse, half a scolding before telling tenko to go watch tv and behave. tenko obeys without any trouble and as you pass by through the living room you can see a popular superhero movie playing on the screen.

you travel down the short hall to where tomura’s bedroom lays at the very end, and once the door is shut he seems to become a little less tense.

“i’ll need to make him lunch in about an hour,” he tells you. “but until then…” he flashes you a suggestive smirk and you know exactly what’s coming.

it's one of your favorite things about hanging out together, the way it relieves the tension, lets you two unleash parts of yourself that you rarely let other people see. and tomura's been surprisingly good at it from the start. you wouldn't have guessed at a glance how skilled those hands could be, how coordinated given his usually lax, nonchalant nature...

he tosses you a game controller and you catch it with ease. “wha’dya say we pick up where we left off?” he asks, a hint of darkness to his voice that you now recognize as cold, hard competition.

you feel a look of confidence spreading across your face at the challenge and you reply in a tone befitting of a worthy opponent, “you’re on.”

the next hour passes quickly as you play your guys' favorite co-op game together, leaving you just two points from tying with tomura, and amidst your laughter and playful taunting, there’s a slight squeak as the door creaks on its hinges, little tenko peeking through the thin crack and observing, letting out a quiet gasp when he realizes he's been spotted.

“i’ll be out in a sec,” tomura tells his brother, already knowing what that expectant look means. tenko seems to linger, casting you another glance, and you convince tomura to pause the game.

“c’mon,” you murmur, giving him that guilt-tripping stare that he hates you for being so good at. “let’s go make him lunch and then we can finish this after.”

and it’s that suggestion of we, that suggestion of together, that has him pausing the game and setting his controller aside, standing from his bed to open the door to his little brother and following him down the hall to the kitchen, you close behind.

tomura takes out a tupperware from the fridge and has just popped it in the microwave when his phone buzzes from his pocket. "it's my mom," he states. "gimme one sec." he steps out of the kitchen and begins to wander towards the living room, his voice growing more distant as you hear him pick up the call. you hope everything is ok. but, for now, it's just you and tenko standing in the kitchen, the eight-year-old gazing up at you with that big, curious stare while the microwave counts down the seconds behind him.

"can i have lemonade?" he asks once you meet his eyes and give him a friendly grin.

the microwave beeps and you go to take his lunch out of it. "sure," you answer. but then, a little bit more suspiciously, you ask, "does tomura usually let you have lemonade?"

tenko nods, not giving anything away as you finish plating the other items of his lunch while tomura remains on the phone in the living room. from where you stand, if you glance just slightly around the entryway, you can see him sitting on the couch, leaning forward a bit while he continues to speak with his voice low. you just hope his mom won't be mad that he invited you over while she wasn't home.

it's not like you hadn't been over before when his house was empty, but given this is the first time you've met his little brother, you just hope you're not overstepping somehow. not to mention that, unbeknownst to you, tomura's mom had begun badgering him about meeting you before the end of summer. as soon as she'd caught onto the fact that her eldest son had been hanging out regularly with a girl, she couldn't help but become curious as to what kind of girl she might be.

a bit distracted by your thoughts, you just nod and say to tenko, "ok, sure, you can have some lemonade then."

once his chicken tenders and apple slices and animal crackers are promptly arranged on his plate and a glass of lemonade is poured, you carry tenko's lunch to the table and take a seat across from him while you wait for tomura to conclude his conversation, trying to keep your growing anxiety at bay at any possible problems that may be arising due to that phone call.

you try to listen in, though mostly hear the standard, vague, "yeah. uh-huh. alright," responses from tomura until—

"are you my brother's girlfriend?"

you blink at tenko, taken aback as you sputter over a response to that, wondering for a moment if you merely imagined it. then, once your nervous giggling and bashfulness begins to dissipate, you clear your throat and say, "did tomura tell you that?"

tenko takes another bite from one of his apple slices and says, "no. but he talks about you all the time. he says you're his friend, but i hear him talking to his friends at night when he thinks no one is listening."

you stare at tenko with an intensity you don't realize you're wearing on your face at first, the suspense eating you alive. eventually, when tenko doesn't seem like he's going to offer more, you lower your voice to something closer to a whisper, your gaze darting back to where you can barely see tomura sitting in the other room, still on the phone, and ask tenko, "what do you hear him say?"

tenko, his big eyes moving up and to the right, contemplates that for a moment as he finishes chewing and swallowing his next bite, then tells you, "i don't know exactly. i can't hear what his other friends are saying, but one time i heard nii-san say that you were special." you feel your cheeks heat and again glance over at the back of the boy you've become so fond of so quickly. "he said something about not wanting to ruin anything," tenko continues, reciting the words as if he doesn't quite grasp their meaning. but then, tenko's mouth splits into a mischievous little grin that reminds you so much of tomura, it's honestly a little scary. he says, seeming to find amusement in his next words, "one time, i heard him say you were like his guardian angel or something..."

a childish little giggle bubbles up from tenko's lips, almost as if he finds a cruel kind of pleasure in knowing his older brother's biggest secret, but this information just makes your heart all the more warmer towards tomura.

you'd spent the last couple of months suffering inside your own head about it all— about whether you really meant something to tomura, about if he cared for you as much as you did for him or if you were simply just convenient and would be discarded come any significant distance put between the two of you—

suddenly tenko seems to retract, perhaps sensing your discomfort, so you take the opportunity to clear the nerves and giddiness from your throat and change the subject.

"so, tenko," you begin, trying to straighten out your crooked smile. "tomura tells me you play soccer. do you like it?"

tenko gives a shrug at first, taking another bite of an apple slice that's had the skin peeled and cut to resemble rabbit ears. then he says, "i guess so. but i like watching movies more."

you ask him what kinds of movies he likes, recalling the superhero blockbuster that had been playing on the tv when you'd first arrived, and feel a spark of endearment as tenko's face lights up as he delves into telling you all about his favorite characters and their cool powers.

"wow! you sure know a lot!" you commend him with a beaming smile, and at the compliment tenko's face begins to turn a little red. "do you and tomura ever watch movies together?"

"not really..." the younger sibling sulks, pouting as he peels the remainder of the skin from his apple slice. "nii-san is usually playing video games in his room and my mom says i'm not allowed to play them because they're too violent..." then, before you can tell him that's too bad but one day he'll be old enough to play the same games as his brother, tenko perks back up and tells you, "but sometimes... sometimes nii-san lets me into his room on nights our mom works late and we play mario kart together."

you have to force yourself to stifle a laugh at that. i mean, it's just completely adorable, isn't it? the thought of tomura, who tries so hard to play it off like he couldn't care less about his little brother, like he's nothing more than a nuisance to him, a pest, an inconvenience, does actually take the time to bond with him anyway. at least, when no one's looking.

you tell tenko you also like mario kart, then lean in and add in a playful whisper, "but i bet he doesn't tell you about all the times i've beaten him, does he?"

tenko regards you with blatant skepticism. "no way," he says, as if he's never been more sure about anything in his life. "there's no way you can beat nii-san. he's too good! no one can beat him!"

now you laugh openly, causing tomura to glance over his shoulder just to make sure there isn't too much chaos ensuing in his brief absence, but tenko just looks confused.

"well," you reply, amusement trailing off the end of your words, "he is pretty good. i'll give him that. but unbeatable..." you quirk up one brow and wear a slight smirk for a moment before allowing your features to fall back to normal. then you tell tenko, "just give it time. one day i bet you'll be able to beat him. i believe in you!"

"you behavin' in here?" tomura suddenly appears in the entryway, slipping his phone back into his pocket as he casts his little brother a warning look.

"your girlfriend says she beat you in mario kart, is that true?" tenko blurts out, and you have to force yourself not to tease tomura when his cheeks visibly darken at the mention of you being his girlfriend.

"everything ok?" you ask to defuse the situation a little and put tomura back at ease, but then his look of bashfulness morphs into a look of slight surprise at the sight you and his little brother getting along so well.

quickly, he snaps out of it, and replies, "yeah. she was just checking in," before seeming to notice something awry about the picture here, specifically on tenko's side of the table.

"hey," tomura lightly scolds his brother. "you know mom only lets you have lemonade on the weekends." you immediately begin to apologize, saying that when he asked you thought it would be ok, and feel embarrassed that you let yourself be manipulated by a child, but tomura assures you it's fine before returning to interrogate his little brother who, admittedly, looks very guilty now.

"did you lie to her?" he presses, and for a moment you're afraid he'll make tenko cry. tenko denies it at first and you observe with growing anxiety as the argument between them ramps up a bit.

it isn't until you reach over to place a hand over tomura's, which has been firmly planted on the tabletop as he leans in over his brother, that he seems to simmer down a little.

"one time will be ok, won't it?" you ask him, not wanting to ruin the moment you'd just shared with tenko, feeling like you'd gained a little more of his trust. you use your secret weapon, the one thing tomura can never say no to whenever he sees it— that sweet, pleading stare you give as you gaze up at him, the look that makes his stomach flutter and his head haze over with thoughts he'll be revisiting later once he's alone.

"fine," he concedes, some of the rigidity that had captured his limbs leaving him as he steps away from the table. he looks directly at his brother and concludes with a warning, "but just this once."

you're relieved, and tenko appears to have returned to his prior state of unfazed contentment, but tomura still seems impatient about something.

"c'mon," he says, beckoning you up from the table to follow him back to his room. "we still have a game to finish."

you give tenko a parting smile before humming out an amused, lilting little note, trailing after tomura as you chirp out a mischievous remark of, "are you gonna actually help us win this time? or am I gonna have to carry the entire round again?"

he lets out an incredulous, albeit amused, chuckle, surprising you by throwing his arm around your shoulders and tugging you in closer to his side so you almost stumble down the hallway. "oh, just you wait..." brazen, he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and dark, now allowing the butterflies in your tummy to unfurl their delicate wings and take flight, "by the time we're done with this round, the other team isn't even gonna know what hit 'em..."

and, with that, you once again return to the confined space of his only slightly disheveled bedroom, the tv screen still bearing the scores from your last game. although, admittedly, as you continue to sit side by side, knees nudging one another here and there when things start to get a little too desperate or rowdy, you can't help but find yourself a little more distracted and self-conscious than usual.

because you swear you catch tomura glancing at you in between rounds from the corner of your eye, something softer, something warmer than you're quite used to possessing his crimson gaze.

it's a side to him you've rarely gotten to see, but you hope he'll learn to wear it a little more openly around you as time goes on.

besides, when his little brother had asked if you were his girlfriend, he hadn't quite said no, now had he?

[nightscarab]

“it’s not just pretending anymore, is it?”

college au , fake dating , suggestive themes

tomura leaned back in his chair, fingers threading through his messy silver hair, as he stared blankly at his sketchbook. the library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages turning and the distant sound of a pen scratching on paper. he liked it that way, but it was impossible to ignore the interruption from across the table. 

"still playing solo, huh, shiggy?" touya’s voice rang out, punctuated by a smug grin. heleaned forward, resting his chin on his hands as he regarded his friend with mischief in his eyes. "i swear, at this rate, you’ll die alone surrounded by your sketches." 

tomura glared, his cold red eyes narrowing. “shut up, touya. i don’t need a girlfriend.” 

“sure, but you’re the only one of us without a partner,” touya continued, undeterred. “what are you scared of? commitment? or just being seen with someone who doesn’t wear a black hoodie all day?” 

the jab drew a few chuckles from nearby students, and tomura’s cheeks flushed with irritation. he turned his gaze back to his sketchbook, trying to ignore the conversation, but it was hard to block out touya’s relentless teasing. he could feel the eyes of their friends on him, waiting for his reaction. 

as the banter continued, y/n, a psychology major, sat at a nearby table. she glanced up from her book, catching tomura’s eye just as he shot her a look that was a mix of annoyance and desperation. It was a familiar sight—touya teasing tomura, and tomura’s stubborn refusal to engage.  

but today, something shifted in tomura’s expression. an idea sparked in his mind, and as he caught y/n’s gaze, a mischievous plan began to take form.  

after the teasing subsided and the group dispersed, tomura approached you, his expression serious. “can we talk for a second?” 

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “sure. what’s up?” 

“can we… pretend to date?” he blurted out, his tone brusque as if he was asking her to pass him a pencil. “touya won’t shut up about me being single, and if i have a girlfriend, maybe he’ll finally leave me alone.” 

you blinked in surprise, a smile creeping onto yourface. “you want to fake date me? why me?” 

“because with you, it’ll be more believable,” tomura replied, crossing his arms defensively. “and you won’t make it weird.” 

you pondered for a moment. “it sounds harmless enough. plus, I could use a break from the constant pressure of midterms. all right, let’s do it.” 

tomura’s expression softened, almost imperceptibly, and he nodded. “thanks.” 

--- 

the next day, they launched their charade. it started innocently enough with a casual study date in the library. tomura arrived first, looking even more disheveled than usual, his hoodie pulled tightly around him. y/n arrived shortly after, a stack of books in her arms. 

“hey, boyfriend,” you teased, taking a seat across from him. 

tomura rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “don’t call me that.” 

“why not? It’s part of the act,” you replied, opening a book and pretending to read. 

they fell into a rhythm, the two of them working on their respective assignments while occasionally exchanging glances and comments. tomura found himself easing into her presence, feeling more relaxed than he had in a long time. 

“hey, so what do we do now?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“give me your hand” he said, “to make it believable, you know.”  

“right.” you reached across the table, placing your hand in his. “is this awkward?” 

“a little,” tomura admitted, but he didn’t pull away. instead, he turned his attention back to his sketchbook, sketching absentmindedly while holding your hand. 

as the weeks passed, their fake relationship began to flourish in unexpected ways. they staged outings to coffee shops, walked around campus with their fingers intertwined, and attended parties together, where they expertly danced around the questions of their friends. 

one evening, as they sat outside under the stars, she broke the comfortable silence. “you know, i didn’t expect this to flow so nicely. i thought it would feel forced.” 

tomura glanced at you, surprised. “yeah? me too.” 

“maybe there’s more to you than just a tough gamer guy,” you teased gently. 

“don’t get used to it,” he shot back, but there was no bite to his words. 

their moments together became more intimate, filled with shared laughter and late-night conversations. you found herself drawn to tomura’s passion for art, often listening intently as he spoke about his projects and inspirations. and tomura, in turn, began to appreciate your intelligence and wit, your ability to challenge him in ways he hadn’t expected. 

one day, as they strolled through a park, tomura suddenly stopped, turning to face you. “do you think this is a good idea? pretending to be together?” 

you hesitated, then replied, “it’s not just pretending anymore, is it?” 

he blinked, the weight of your words settling in the air between them. “what do you mean?” 

“i mean… i actually like spending time with you,” you said, his voice low. “i didn’t expect to, but here we are.” 

tomura’s heart raced at your admission, a warmth spreading through him. “this was supposed to be fake. just to get touya off my ass, but...i feel...i don’t know” 

you stepped closer, your expression earnest. “so what do we do about it?” 

before he could respond, they were interrupted by the familiar sound of touya’s voice echoing nearby. “hey, lovebirds! what are you two up to?” he smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. 

“nothing,” tomura snapped, but he didn’t move away from you.  

you couldn’t help but laugh. “just discussing our ‘relationship.’” 

touya raised an eyebrow. “yeah, right. you two look too cozy for a fake couple.” 

touya ended up finding out the relationship was fraud two days into it, but he enjoyed seeing this side of tomura.  

“shut it, touya,” tomura muttered, but the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement. 

after touya left, you turned to tomura, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in your eyes. “so, is this real now? or are we still pretending?” 

tomura sighed, his usual bravado giving way to vulnerability. “i haven’t been pretending for a while. i like you, y/n. for real.” 

your heart soared at his words. “i like you too, tomura.” 

he hesitated for a moment, then reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. his other hand moved to your waist, squeezing gently.  

they looked at each other, tomura glancing at your lips for just a second. but that didn’t go unnoticed by you. your hand reaches to push his head into yours, joining lips.  

he tasted like cherry chapstick, the way his lips moved against yours felt so right. he lets go of your hand to hold the nape of your neck, pushing you further into him. he pulls away ever so slightly, breaths combining. he opens his mouth to say something, until he’s interrupted. 

“are you guys gonna fuck now or what?!” touya yells, toga giggling beside him with her phone in hand. they high five, as if this was their plan all along. and it so totally was.  

please do not copy my work!

[chososchalupa]

Game Night //

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shigaraki x reader

College AU/No quirks/SMAU with a splash of writing

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[darkmermaida03-bnha]

I seriously have a problem, my love of Shigaraki is stupid and now here I am, obsessively writing a college AU fic and sorta making him a fuckboy. Listen though, I think if AFO had raised him with confidence, that man would a menace to women. Dabi gets talked about all the time about being a fuckboy and being suave and that jazz but I really think that Shiggy could give him a run for his money had he been raised with self-confidence. So that’s what I’m working on portraying because I mad simp for that man 🖤

[zia-saturn]

Vibe [AU fic] Intro

SUMMARY: You offered to take Shigaraki's virginity. You wondered how he was going to fulfill your sexual appetite. You could tell he was eager to please. You roused something in him, an insatiable man that could not get enough of you. You had Shigaraki so sprung like crazy.

Virgin! Shigaraki/ Thicc! Reader

Virgin! Shigaraki/ Curvy! Reader

18+ readers only

❌MDNI❌

[DISCLAIMER: The characters respectfully belongs to the creator of 僕のヒーローアカデミア Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, Kohei Horikoshi.

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of the respective owners. The author of the fanfiction is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.]

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: This fanfiction is intended for mature audiences only.

This story contains explicit adult sexual content. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, please leave now. Reader discretion is advised.

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"Where in the hell is he?" You stepped out of the doors of the lecture hall, tapping your thumb on the keypad to your phone. You checked what time it was on the screen. It was almost the late morning, going into the early afternoon hours.

As your last lecture came to an end that day, you had plans to meet up with your partner for your project that was assigned to the both of you by your professor.

Shigaraki Tomura was the person who you were partnered with. You tried to get a good look at him but his face was mostly obscured by his long, ruffled cyan hair and black hoodie. His head was panned down as his eyes stared at his notebook throughout the entire lecture.

If you were fast enough, you could find him.

Or so you hoped.

But still, you knew that there was a possibility that he couldn't have gotten that far in such a short amount of time. You underestimated his ability to slip away undetected into the crowd. Immediately, you could feel a hint of annoyance begin to grow.

The stress of having demanding courses, running an online side business, working a day job and graduating was getting to you. There was definitely a heavy load on your shoulders. You hardly had any time to sit down and blink your eyes for a lousy few seconds. Your life after graduation would be even tougher as you would be entering nursing school.

One of the few things that brought comfort to you was Spring Break. That was one of your most favorite times of the year. You along with other friends had the money saved up to travel to the Bahamas that year. Things always get wild each and every Spring Break vacation you go on. Just recalling the memories made you blush and a bit wet from time to time.

The previous year was a vacation that you will most definitely hold dear to your heart and your libido. It was full of exhibitionism, voyeurism and non-stop sex marathons day in and day out. You had most of your sexual crusades saved on video in your phone. Once in a while, you like to watch videos of yourself getting fucked as you spend your lone nights pounding yourself with your favorite ribbed dildo.

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You stopped at a cafe nearby the campus to grab yourself two strawberry cheese Danishes to go. The wait was about three to four minutes. You politely thanked the employees at the cash register and bid them a good day.

As you turned to leave the cafe, your eyes caught the sight of an individual sitting at the corner of the cafe, near the back. It looked like he had chosen that seat so that nobody would bother him, almost as if he was sequestering himself from the other patrons on purpose.

The first thing you noticed about him was his very pale skin. It was almost translucent. He was quite thin as well. He wore an oversized black hoodie that was pulled over his head so that you barely noticed his tousled locks of cyan hued hair.

You immediately recognized him from class. What a relief that you were able to find him without going through any kind of extensive searching and scouring around the entire campus. All of his attention was towards his phone that he had in his hand. He was so immersed in the screen that he did not even notice that you were walking towards him.

"Oh! Thank goodness I found you." You sighed, feeling at ease. "You left before I had the chance to talk to you. I wanted to discuss the group project that we were assigned earlier." You clutched your books against your chest. A cute taupe pleather purse was strapped to your shoulders with your pastries safely wrapped inside of it.

His head shot up as soon as he heard your voice. It took one second to gather your thoughts when his eyes met yours. You hardly saw a person with scarlet eyes before. You wondered if he wore contact lenses or if those red eyes were his natural eye color.

"Hmm? Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that." The blue haired young man muttered under his breath before turning his attention back to his phone.

You noticed how standoffish he was but it wasn't a personal snub towards you. He displayed the same behavior towards everybody he crossed paths with.

You were concerned about his flippant attitude towards the project because it would count for a huge chunk of your grade. It was important for you to graduate with an excellent GPA.

"So, you almost forgot about it? Well, I'm already stressing out about it and it's hardly been thirty minutes since class was dismissed. I need to pass the course with flying colors. I'm a senior. This is my last semester here. I graduate this coming May. I am going for my bachelors and after, I'm planning on going to nursing school to become a registered nurse." You explained to him, tucking a lone strand of hair behind your ear. He did not budge when he heard your statement.

"If you don't mind me asking, what year are you in?" You asked Tomura in an attempt to make small talk. Creating a sense of familiarity through constant communication was an excellent way to build a healthy partnership with another person. You genuinely wanted to get to know him. It was important that you were able to break the ice with him.

Tomura, on the other hand, felt the opposite. His prejudgments and assumptions lead him to believe that you were like all of the other ditzy whores running around campus. He was certain that you were trying to exploit him for resources or his intelligence. You seemed like the type. Otherwise, why would a pretty lady like you be talking to him? The bitter raging cynic in him told him to put all his emotional walls up around him.

"Sophomore." Tomura simply stated.

He really did not notice you in his class but he really did not notice anyone in general. His main focus was getting the course material, taking the necessary notes and then leaving before anyone had the chance to speak to him. He tried his best to avoid socializing because that was definitely not his strong suit.

However, that did not stop him from observing you from head to toe.

Plump glossy lips, doe shaped eyes, long thick wavy hair and hourglass shape? Even though you wore loose fitting hospital scrubs, your curves were still noticeable, especially your backside. Your ass was nice and round and your thighs were another story. They were thick and juicy. You were a whole snack.

You took a seat and sat in front of him. You had a few minutes to spare before your shift at the University's hospital were to start. "I don't mean to bug you but, I would just like to know our general plans for the project. We could worry about the details later."

Tomura's was so relieved that the project did not have any speaking parts. That part was optional. "Well, you don't have to worry about that. I'll do 90 percent of the work if that's what you want."

You frowned slightly at his assumption of you being lazy. The man did not know you from a can of paint. If he walked a mile in your shoes for just one day, he would know how much of your schedule consisted of non-stop work day in and day out. There was an itch inside of you that wanted to give him a piece of your mind and set him straight.

Tomura definitely lacked a lot in the personality and the socialization department. You wanted to be mature about this and find a way to reach some kind of middle ground with him.

"Listen." The tone in your voice was much stern than before but you were able to remain calm. "I really want to contribute to the project. I would feel like a failure if I just let you do all the work yourself. This is supposed to be teamwork. I'm willing to work with you if you would just give me a chance." As you finished your statement, you sat up straight and crossed your arms.

Tomura just blinked his eyes and observed your body language. His curiosity about you began to grow. There was something about the way you showed your confidence when it came to voicing your needs and expectations.

"I guess we could work together if you're willing to do your share. You seem genuine enough." He gave a stiff nod of approval.

"What makes you think that I wasn't being genuine in the first place?" Your tone was a bit softer.

"I don't feel like explaining myself but, women in the past usually left most of the workload up to me and just pretended as if I did not exist once they got what they wanted from me…" He explained with a hint of bitterness in his tone. It made him angry just recalling what happened in the past.

"So, you just assumed that I was going to do the same thing to you? Is that it?" Your eyes narrowed a bit, trying to remain sympathetic towards him.

"To be honest? Yes." He bluntly answered, crossing his arms.

"Well, I'm not like them." You rolled your eyes at his subtle hostility. "Not all women are the same just like all men aren't the same. I believe in the philosophy of 'treat others how you would like to be treated'. Like I said before, I'm willing to work with you if you're willing to cooperate with me."

"Ah. Smart, genuine and pretty. I don't see any of your types around here too often." Tomura tossed you a snide smirk your way.

"Trust me; there are plenty of women who are very beautiful and kind hearted out there in the world. It would not hurt to step outside more and socialize." Then, you checked your phone for the time. You had about two minutes before you had to leave for work.

Tomura made a grunt of annoyance and checked his phone too. He did not want anyone to tell him what to do or where to go. He absolutely hated going outside, not to mention his socializing skills were terribly weak, almost non-existent. He spent most of his free time cooped up in his dorm gaming and studying.

You quietly observed Tomura as he took his free hand to scratch his nails onto the flesh on the side of his neck to satiate the irritating itch that was bugging him ever since you began speaking to him.

It was apparent that he was dealing with some personal issues that had him in the state that he was in. Everything from his skin to his physical stature was in need of some positive modification of care. You wanted to give Tomura some advice on how to improve his physical health but, you decided that it would be best to keep your comments to yourself. That did not stop you from being concerned for him. It seemed like he could use a positive influence in his life. He could use a person who could help him get out of his shell.

However, you could definitely be of some assistance when it came to his skin care. Most of his exposed flesh looked so dry and flaky, especially around his mouth.

"I noticed that you have the habit of scratching your neck. Is there anything wrong? Is it a rash?" You asked Tomura.

"Um…" Tomura's eyes darted downwards, focusing on his foot as he tried his best to avoid making eye contact with you. It was evident that he was ashamed of his habit. "It's kinda…hard to explain."

Your observation wasn't meant to be taken as scorn or criticism against him and you wanted him to know that. "Sweetie. I would highly suggest that you stop because your skin could get infected or you might give yourself a permanent scar around that area. I could give you some of my custom made home remedies for skin care. They're all handmade and mixed by me. I usually sell them online just to make some extra cash on the side."

Tomura kept quiet as he glared at you with suspicion.

"Don't worry. It's not a pyramid scheme and I'm not trying to recruit you into anything. I am the boss of my own side business and I work for no one but myself. No one is working above me or beneath me. I am the sole proprietor. As a matter of fact, I will give you some of my products free of charge." You assured him with a friendly smile.

Tomura did not know what to think about your kind gesture. It really confused him for a moment and he had trouble finding proper words to say to you. "Oh really? I mean, you really don't have to—"

"I know I don't have to, but I want to." You reassured him, placing a hand gently on top of his. You wanted to show him that you meant well by him and that you actually cared for him.

This was a VERY rare occurrence of a beautiful woman showing enough interest to even help him with anything. You were so kind and patient towards him.

However, a hint of cynicism kept prodding his thoughts.

Then…

Those cynical thoughts spiraled and led him to accusing you of feeling pity for him as if he was a sad charity case that had no hope in life. Afterwards, there came a flood of self defeating thoughts. Those thoughts usually held him back from moving further in life as far as relationships and friendships were concerned.

This was feeling a bit too intense for him at the moment. He needed the time to process the events that just took place.

"I will let you know if I need anything." He stated in a curt tone.

You had the feeling that he was overwhelmed so you decided to leave him alone to have his space. Besides, it was time for you to head off to work anyway.

You stood up from your chair and bid him a good day. "Okay. I'll see you next week."

Tomura meekly waved at you and watched you leave the cafe. His scarlet eyes noticed how your hips and ass swayed from side to side as you walked out. He thought your little stroll was the sexiest thing he has ever seen so far. It had a natural seductive rhythm to it.

That was a vision that would certainly linger in his mind before he fell asleep tonight. It was the image that will be the cause of him waking up the next morning with his legs and thighs covered in his own cum.

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One week later….

You stood by the door of the lecture hall with your thumbs tapping away at your phone, waiting for class to start. Class would not start for another twenty minutes but you always liked to arrive earlier than expected. Your business e-mail was absolutely clogged with different requests, special orders and warehouse inventory related messages. It would take you forever to reply to all of them but, you had to pace yourself so you won't get so overwhelmed to the point of burning yourself out.

"So…you're quite early today."

Tomura's voice snapped you out of your little busy mental bubble.

"Oh. Hey there." You giggled quietly, your mind still preoccupied with your e-mails. You managed to rapidly tap out in the last reply to one of your messages before you gave your full attention to your classmate.

"I'm sorry if I seem distracted. Work is piling on me. I can't catch a break to save my life." You tried to laugh off the stress. A long nap was calling your name once you had the chance to reach your apartment that night.

"It seems like you have a lot on your plate." Tomura sighed, slowly taking a step towards you.

"I do. Lord, give me the strength." You looked up towards the ceiling and clasped your hands together before piteously giggling.

He just chuckled. He found your humor to be cute. It only intrigued him more.

"Um…" He began, but went silent.

A few awkward seconds of silence followed. He cursed himself for not being able to have enough balls to continue the rest of the conversation.

"How was the rest of your week?" You asked him.

"It was alright…I guess. I managed to gather some useful source material for the research part. Now, I just have to begin the written report."

"Oh? I was thinking that I could take care of that part."

"Are you sure? I don’t want to put any more workload on you. You seem really busy with other important things, especially with your other classes and your jobs." He scratched the back of his head, looking down at his own sneakers. He avoided making any eye contact for more than a second.

"Ah. That reminds me. Would it be cool if we could trade phone numbers?" You prepared your thumb to tap his number and confirm it into your contact list.

He felt shocked that you asked him for his number first. Then again, phones are the easiest way to keep in contact with anyone in this day and age. Besides, he did not want to read too much into your request. He reminded himself that this exchange was for academic purposes, not for anything personal nor romantic. "Yeah. Sure."

You called him to make sure your number appeared on his screen. It did and he proceeded to save your number with your name in his own contact list.

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An hour and a half later…

After class, you two agreed to meet up in the library to discuss the project in much greater detail. During that time at the library, Tomura felt more at ease working with you but his nervousness was still there. Your aura was so friendly and inviting which made it easier for him to become more engaging with you as time went on. It made it a comfortable environment for him.

In some instances, his mind dozed off and he stared at your face. You were so pretty to him. He zeroed in on your lips whenever you spoke.

They were so soft…

So supple…

He wondered how they would feel wrapped around his cock. Very dirty and sordid thoughts swirled around his mind and they did not stop. They just got filthier and filthier by the second.

Damn. What would it look like to see you beg for him to fuck you after he finished painting his cum all over those sexy lips of you?

Then, his mind as well as his eyes drifted towards your breasts. On that day, you wore a tight spandex long sleeve shirt with a bit of cleavage showing with a pair of tight denim jeans that complimented your hips, thighs and ass very well.

Would you beg for him to splatter his thick cum all over your gorgeous breasts? One could only imagine. How would your ass feel once you made yourself comfortable in his lap? It would feel so soft and warm. Yes it would. He decided it would feel soft and warm.

You noticed Tomura practically leering at you and you had to constantly remind the young man to stay focused on the project.

Of course, he would incessantly apologize for losing sight of the important task at hand. You forgave him but sternly warned him to pay attention to the project. He would gladly obey your instructions. There was something really enticing with the way you would take charge and give orders.

Your stay lasted for about an hour before you decided to call it a day.

Your partner just leaned back in his chair, stretched his arms before giving out a large yawn. “Fuck, man. I can’t wait till this project is done and over with. I hate class projects. I really hate working with other people because they annoy me so much.” He recited that statement with a tired sigh.

“Do I annoy you?” You gently smiled at him. “Maybe, I should be next time.”

“I’m just pleasantly surprised at how smooth things went today. I really enjoyed working with you and that’s not something that I usually tell anyone.” He scratched his neck again.

“Oh? Is that so?” You arched an eyebrow up in curiosity. You wanted him to elaborate and you waited for him to do so.

Tomura almost flinched when his hand was gently pulled away from his neck and nestled in yours. Your hand felt so soft and you smelled so sweet. Then, he recalled what you told him the other day about quitting his habit of scratching. The gesture you just displayed was a reminder to him to stop. Your thumb caressed the top of his hand.

“Well…yeah.” He stuttered. His heartbeat picked up a bit. You made him so nervous. At the same time, he felt a sense of comfort. Your presence gave him a feeling of solace. It was so confusing to him.

“I have something to give you.” You turned your back to him for a minute to retrieve an item from your purse. It was a brand new tube of lip balm. Specifically, it was one of your custom made lip balms. The packaging was simple yet appealing. It had your own company logo on it.

You removed the protective plastic tamper seal of the small tube and turned the knob before slowly applying the smooth balm all over his lips. Every ingredient was natural. The ingredients were: Beeswax, Shea butter, Peppermint, Coconut Oil, Cocoa Butter and Vitamin E. The topical salve provided maximum conditioning and healing moisture to the skin.

“This is one of my balms that I made myself. There are many more flavors that I have in stock. I am going to give you some of my products the next time we meet.”

As you applied the balm, you noticed that there was a small mole near his chin. Many people regarded that mole as a 'beauty mark'. It really did fit him really well. "You're so cute. You know that?"

Tomura just blushed before he let out a chuckle to ease the tension. “Thanks. I guess.” The sensation on his mouth felt really odd to him at first but it soothed every parched and cracked crevice of his lips. That balm was quick to do its job. "It's pretty good. You actually made this yourself?" He rubbed his lips together, getting used to the tingling taste of the peppermint. His lips felt smoother than before.

"Yes, I sure did. I enjoy creating my skin care line. It's quite a lucrative field for me." You placed the tube in his hand before wrapping his fingers around it. "Take it. It's yours. Free of charge."

"Thanks. You're really kind. I usually don't care about any of this cosmetic bullshit. I normally don’t make a fuss about my appearance. I just don't see the point." Tomura just shrugged. He did practice basic daily hygiene rituals such as showering and brushing his teeth but, that's the most he's ever done.

"Well, I believe that you deserve to feel comfortable in your own skin. I think you're handsome and you have potential." You gave him a reassuring smile before checking the time on your phone.

"Oh! I need to get going now. I promised my friend that I would meet with them for dinner tonight." You packed up your things and stood up from your chair.

“So, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks? We could meet up after class to discuss the final draft of the report. Is that fine with you?” He asked you. If he were to be honest, he thought it was way too soon for you to part ways with him. It would be nice if you were able to stay with him and hang out a little while longer.

Or overnight.

In his bed.

Or him in your bed.

With your soft thighs wrapped around his waist.

He did not feel one ounce of shame when it came to his fantasies about you. You were really tempting him and it was not fair. If he had the opportunity, he would pounce on you in a heartbeat. And once he was done drilling you into the mattress he would empty his balls inside of you, filling you up with his warm thick cum that you so rightfully deserved. He would not let one drop go to waste. All of it would be inside of you, gushing into your womb. He’ll cum inside of that heavenly pussy over and over again.

“That sounds good to me. I’ll text you if I need anything before then.”

“Cool. I’ll see you later. Thanks for the balm. I’ll make sure to use it every day.” He gave you a small smile, showing his appreciation. Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead, feeling so much tension in his pants at the nonstop explicit thoughts that keep rattling in his mind. He prayed to God that you didn’t notice the small bulge that was underneath his jeans.

You did notice but you kept quiet. It was flattering to you that he found you so visually appealing enough that he was about to bust in his pants. “You’re welcome, babe.” You leaned over the table to pet him on top of his head. You made sure that Tomura could get a nice view of your cleavage.

If he didn’t know any better, you were trying to entice him. The pet name was a clear indicator of that.

You sensed that he was ogling and eyefucking you every time you walked away, had your head turned or became distracted by something else. Your suspicions were correct. It was then that you concocted a sneaky plan for the next time you were to meet up with him. This was a sexy game that you were willing to play. A game that you would for sure win.

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Two weeks later…

You spotted Tomura sitting in the student lounge flipping through the pages of one of his text books. You sat next to him on the plush cushion couches. "Hi darling." You greeted him with a sweet, gentle tone.

There weren’t that many people around at the moment except for one or two other people besides you. They were sitting at the other side of the lounge. You made yourself comfortable once you took a seat on the previously vacant spot next to him on the sofa. Maybe a little too comfortable.

"Hey." He slightly blushed at the affectionate pet name.

Tomura’s eyes widened at your choice of outfit. It wasn’t anything too revealing. All you wore was a white tank top and light blue jeans. It was a pretty simple outfit but it was so tight on you, tight in all of the right places. Your cleavage was much more noticeable. If you were to give a slight tug down at your neckline, those tits would just spill out in front of him with little to no effort at all.

You wore that shirt on purpose. You most certainly had his undivided attention. He was wrapped around your little finger.

“I’m sorry that I disappeared after class. I had to use the restroom.” You yawned, outstretching your arms as you did so.

He tried so hard not to gawk at you in front of your face. “Don’t worry. I wanted to get myself something to drink before we met anyway. I’m just glad that you received my text. I apologize for the sudden change for the meet up location.”

“It’s alright. Thanks for letting me know. I really wasn’t in the mood to play cat and mouse today. But, I’m glad I caught you.” You let out a small purr while gently clawing at his hoodie collar.

He gulped. A large lump slid down his throat as he swallowed. His body temperature rose a bit. He wasn’t used to being teased by any woman. It was hard to find his words at the moment.

You felt sinisterly playful on that particular day. “So, do you have the final draft with you?” Your breasts were pressed against his arm.

“Um…Yes. I do. I have a copy of it here with me. You can keep it so you could add your part in. We should compare notes and perhaps you could rewrite the report with your part included. I’ll send you another copy in an attachment through e-mail. Then, we should be good to go.” He stated, trying his hardest to remain composed in your presence.

You were about to make things so difficult for him.

Were your nipples hard?

They definitely were.

They poked out like pebbles underneath that white stretch fabric of your tank top.

“Thank you. You’re so sweet. You’re such a gentleman. Any woman would be so lucky to have you as her man.” You had a sultry smirk on your face.

“Well. I wouldn’t say that. I never had a woman to call my own. I don’t think that will ever happen in this lifetime.” He nervously scratched the side of his neck. This was so embarrassing for him.

"So wait. You mean to tell me that you have never been intimate with another person before?" You asked.

He was hesitant to answer that question for many reasons. One main reason was that he would face harsh judgment. "Um…well…no. No I have not."

"Aww~ Aren't you adorable?" You teased him as your fingers gently flicked and tugged the zipper of his hoodie. This was too good to be true. The hunt was much more delicious. You were like a lioness, on the prowl for her next capture. This one was about to be sweet and juicy.

Once again, Tomura's body temperature slowly rose to a higher temperature when he felt you tinkering with his collar and zipper. His pants were feeling a bit tight around his loins. Those pale cheeks of his had a faint pink tint to them and the tint only deepened when your face moved closer to his.

"What's stopping you?" You asked.

"I always had trouble getting a girl's attention."

"You have my attention." You winked at him. Then, you crossed your legs and leaned closer next to him.

Tomura just froze in place. ‘What the actual fuck ?!’ He sipped his coffee quickly, to keep himself from speaking.

"Well, you know. It would be such a turn on if I were to take IT from you. Would you let me be your first time?"

"Wait―WHAT?!" Tomura damn near choked on his hot caffeinated beverage when he heard your offer.

"I can see the look in your eyes. So can you. I know you want me." You cooed to him.

Tomura felt like the luckiest guy in the world at that moment. A beautiful woman who is willing to take his virginity and was so eager about it as well? He felt like he hit the jackpot.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you." You pressed your chest up against his. Both of his crimson eyes widened while his Adams apple bobbed from a harsh gulp. He thought this entire moment was unreal. This was too good to be true.

Both of your hands pressed on his chest. "We can indulge ourselves with some red wine. Some restraints and body oil and we can have ourselves an evening." You gripped his collar and roughly yanked him so his nose was touching yours. A hiss sharply escaped between your clenched teeth.

He felt like he was about to combust. His face was completely red. He just wanted to melt away from reality. He never knew how to flirt back because he never had the opportunity to. Most women did their best to avoid him as they considered him a weirdo.

You pouted. "What's wrong, darling? You look like a cherry. Is everything alright?"

He sputtered and mumbled. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just—Are you sure? Do you really want to? Us? Together?” His eyes darted everywhere. His palms were so sweaty.

"Follow me to the parking lot. I want to 'show' you something." A devilish smirk stretched your face.

This was about to be good.

Notes: That's it for first chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I originally posted this fic back in 2021 on my Ao3 page. I'm still in the process of writing the next chapter. Should I continue this?

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guys please im starving (dry desert sound fx) suggest some loserboy collegeau shigaraki crumbs... spare change

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Mommy’s milkshake

College au tenko x reader

Warnings: mommy kink, duh, exhibitionism, dubcon kinda, cum in food

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“Hey… p-pst, stop it! I mean it… s-stohaaah, stop iiit.” Tenko whispered desperately, his thighs quaking as you thumbed his slit. You didn’t listen though, no, you just kept driving him crazy while wearing that devious, grinch-like smirk that made him shudder.

You might be asking yourself: what’s going on? Why did Tenko of all people want you to stop playing with his dick? Well, it all started like maybe ten minutes before this, when you and him were walking past the entrance of the cafeteria on your way to the local game store.

You had insisted the both of you get snacks first, craving one of the chocolate milkshakes that were so heavily advertised around campus, to which he agreed mumbling about getting a panini or something.

You got your shake and joined him at the table he found. It wasn’t hard to find him, he was always given a generous amount of elbow room from his frightened peers. Immediately when you took your first sip, you realized something was off. It was just… bland. I mean, yeah, it was sweet but… that’s it. Where’s the bitter in of the chocolate? Where’s the salty of the… I don’t know, salt? It just-it should have more to it than just… sweet.

You scrunched your eyebrows in disgust, which Tenko noticed almost immediately. He took another bite of his sandwich before softly asking “was wong? Don’ like id?”

You could just barely make out what he was saying with the full mouth he had. You shrugged. “Eh.. it’s fine…”

You swirled the straw around in your drink, watching as the dark chocolate lines swirled and swirls until they faded beyond distinction and you were left with a tan brown surface. Then you took the straw out, watching as the blob of ice cream still one it started to sag in the open air, before placing the tip of your straw on your tongue and letting it fall into your awaiting mouth.

Tenko shifted uncomfortably, and seeing the movement in the corner of your eye you turned slightly to look at him, only to see a familiar blush adorning his features. You smirked, wrapping your tongue around the plastic tube then putting in your mouth and swirling it about. He whimpered. It was quiet, deadly quiet, and if you hadn’t been concentrating you would have missed it. But he whimpered.

You smirked, looking down at his lap and seeing what you had suspected. Full mast, just like that. You almost chuckled at the sight, heh, that Tenko and his libido. If you and him were the last ones on the planet he’d have the strength to repopulate the whole world single handedly you suspect. The amount of eager cum in his balls on a daily basis was a marvel of science. Which… gave you an idea actually.

With shaking hands, he returned to his sandwich, expecting that to be the end of it. So color him surprised when he felt a familiar hand groping his bulge. You wrapped your fingers around his bulge and stroked him from base to peak like a scammy claw machine continuously failing to pluck a toy from the mass. Or maybe like an octopus expanding and condensing at it swims. No, no the claw machine was a much better analogy. MOVING ON:

He nearly choked as you caressed his bulge, and his eyes darted around anxiously before settling at you, giving a pleading expression as if this wasn’t what he wanted. Silly boy, you can hear his panting and see his trembling from here. That, and he knew he could just say the safe word. But he wasn’t, was he?

You leaned over to his ear and whispered “Mommy’s milkshake is dreadfully bland. What say you help me give it some of your special flavor, hm? Be a good boy for mommy and I might just reward you tonight. Maybe I’ll use some of my special toys ‘n fill your cute little slutty hole to the brim~.”

His hips jumped at the thought and you chuckled softly. You licked the shell of his ear, making him shudder, before you continued. As you spoke, your fingers became harsher and harsher, now whole handedly squeezing his package and massaging it as he tries his hardest to hold in moans.

He shook his head rapidly, his pitch black curls slapping against his temples as he tried his darnedest to resist your temptations. “N-no!” He whisper yelled in between quiet moans. “No so-aah~someone wi-will, hah, see-mmn.”

Your hand stopped and he was ashamed how much he missed your movements despite his protests. “Is my Tenko seriously telling mommy no? That’s not good boy behavior. No, that’s not good boy behavior at all. Does mommy really have to punish you so soon?”

He shook his head, biting his lip tightly as you gave him slow, hard presses with your palm. “N-no mommy.” He whispered back. “I’m y-you’re good boy, I promise.” He gasped as your hand sped up again, now reaching for his zipper.

“Good.” You said. Then you were kissing his neck again, watching as his face got redder and redder, sweatier and sweatier. You leaned back to enjoy the sight of him, your little whore trying desperately not to cause a scene, before you leaned back in for one last comment as you reached down his pants, finally pulling his member out.

“Besides. Even if someone did see you, would that really be such a bad thing? Being known as the guy with a “not giving a fuck” attitude who gets jerked off in public by his super hot girlfriend? Doesn’t sound so bad to me. Cmon, let me be your trophy wife for you.”

He shuddered. Admittedly, when you put it that way, it does sound appealing. Lord knows his reputation is in the crapper as it is, so anything helps.

You were now properly pumping him, your hand going up and down his admittedly long shaft in practiced rhythm. He was oozing pre at this point, making good lube, and the wet slaps that followed were just barely overshadowed by the chitter chatter around you. Every downstroke you were graced with the feeling of his long, wiry pubic hairs tickling your pinky, a welcomed feeling that no doubt would unfortunately make your hand smell musky for the rest of the day.

His hand rose to his mouth, and he began biting his knuckle in the hopes of muffling himself while sinking lower and lower in his crappy plastic chair. You could tell he was getting close, so with one hand you popped the lid off your milkshake and snuck it under the table. His tip hit the rim, a little bit of the cold residue stuck to it making him hiss. But the feeling was soon forgotten as you sped up, licking your lips as you nearly drooled in thirst, thirst for his cum.

“Cmon baby. Cum for me. Cum for mommy.” You once again whispered, and he whined out slightly louder than before, eyebrows curved upwards in a pleading expression as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips were rising slightly, and you knew it was only just a moment till-

“N-nyaahah!”

A hot, thick rope of cum shot out of him, landing on your fingers and making you tsk. Your hand slowed to a more gentle pace as you milked him into your cup, whispering praises in his ear as he trembled. Like usual, there was a lot, and you felt as maybe 3 or 4 good ropes hit the walls of the cup before dribbling down into the brownish cream. When he was finished, you tucked his wang back in his boxers and even zipped his pants back up for him, smoothing out the wrinkles and leaving it looking like it hadn’t been disturbed.

He was a panting mess, hand dropping from his mouth limply and sweat dripping from his forehead. You, on the other hand, remained casual, popping the lid back on your drink then clicking your tongue at the mess made on your knuckles.

Noticing your dilemma, a peer of yours stopped in his tracks as he walked by, offering you a slightly crumbled napkin to help clean up what he assumed was spilled ice cream. “Here sweetheart.”

Agitated by the pet name, Tenko regained full consciousness, about to show this guy a lesson despite his boneless state before you stopped him, declining and instead opting to lick it off. You turned slightly to Tenko, making eye contact as your tongue followed the white trail on your finger, collecting it and bringing it to your mouth. He inhaled sharply, forgetting everything else as the random guy looked at you both confusedly, but in the end didn’t care and just walked off.

With your hand clean and your shake improved, you took a big sip and smiled at the new flavors. Sweet and salty, a little sour, a little bitter, and the nice musky flavor of him. Perfect.

It’s so good that, well, maybe you’ll have to do this again.

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Tada! I did a fic! Yay…..

Idk why but lately my motivation has been poopy, so I’m sorry about that. But I hope y’all liked this. Sorry if I made this a little more “mommy” than usual hehe.

[stardust-sprinkler]

College!AU Touya

“Bad Boy Who’s Always Good to His Girl” Series

Summary: To Dabi’s chagrin and your absolute joy, he introduces you to his crew.

Meet the L(osers) O(n) V(icoden)

When he first introduces his friends to you at a party, the whole crew’s instantly sporting grins and grilling you for new material to roast Dabi with. He rolls his eyes, but it makes you laugh—so he lets it slide.

Later the same night, Dabi catches Shuichi spending just a minute too long staring at your cleavage while you were distracted by a very animated conversation with Toga. Shigaraki has to elbow him sharply to snap him out of it and tips his head in the direction of a very pissed-off Dabi, who pulls you further onto his lap while scowling. (Don’t get Shiggy wrong, watching a fight break out would be funny as fuck, but his head is already swimming and the noise isn’t worth the entertainment.) Shuichi wisely selects this moment for a smoke break so Dabi’s ire can simmer down from murderous to a much milder hazardous.

One night, when it’s just Dabi hanging out with his friends, they’re giving him some shit over the inordinate amount of jewelry on his hands at any given time. Shiggy tosses out some sort of stupid throwaway joke about how Dabi’s never gonna give you a ring, despite having a thousand of his own.

Without missing a beat, Dabi says, “No, I’m gonna marry the hell out of that bitch.”

They all freeze and stare at him—how exactly does one say “bitch” with goddamn adoration…? Wait, woah, wait, TODOROKI TOUYA GETTING FUCKIN’ MARRIED—

When they still haven’t moved for a second, Dabi rolls his eyes heavily, “Not right now, dumbasses.”

(The moment he leaves, a corresponding betting pool is spinning out of control—a week? Four months? A year? ‘Never, he’s just talking out of his ass?’ The possibilities: endless—the collateral: ranging from 2k to a left ear.)

Bonus: The walk home from meeting them.

“I liked your friends! They care about you, in their own way, yknow?”

“…Those motherfuckers would sell me out for a few ounces and a carton of cigarettes.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

“Shigaraki hit me with his car once—”

“ON ACCIDENT??”

“…”

“I said, on ACCIDENT , right??”

“He claims.”

You blinked, jaw still open.

“…but I’d just beaten him like five straight times at Mariokart, so the timing—”

“DABI!”

“Quit yellin’, lemme kiss ya.”

Hey my lovelies! I’ll be posting a response to a “Dabi meeting y/n’s parent(s)” prompt soon, so throw me any more request in the meantime. Follow for more if you like~

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 15 - Doll▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ “And all I had to do was take you the way I originally wanted to, huh? Here I thought I’d wait for you to come around,” he exhales and begins sliding your pants down your waist.

“Fuck—Slow down!” you mewl weakly, digging your nails into the rim of your desk and feeling your legs almost buckling under him.

“Like hell I will. I’ve seen your hand now, slut.” ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Very Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ???, Toxic Romance Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Past Child Abuse, Bullying, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten(ko) • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen • Fourteen • Fifteen • Sixteen (and up, on ao3)

Chapter 15 - Doll

“Hoooooly fuck! Look at this! Hahaha!” His voice bounces against the walls of the room.

You panic, mentally going through all the options you have in the span of a second. 

Unplug the cable to your computer or go for the power button and shut it down.

One of the options being under the desk in the back—and you’re not about to get in dick-sucking position for gamers 101 with him—and the latter being hooking your hand over his leg and holding the button pressed before he catches you.

Both options are out of the fucking question, so you pick option number three, going in to alt+f4 the fuck out of your browser.

As it turns out, your little mental dilemma was completely unnecessary when you realize Shigaraki, as always, is too fucking fast for you, grabbing you by your waist harshly and sitting you down on his lap, promptly restraining your wrists.

“There’s no point closing it. I’ve already skimmed through half of them while you were ignoring me, loser.” He grins, pulling you closer to him and away from the keyboard, while he could still reach and click around. “Don’t squirm too much unless you’re trying to get me hard.”

You think you could die right fucking now and you’d be fine with it.

But then again, weren’t you always?

“Let’s see,” he starts, and you try really hard to get off of him again, unable to bear the fucking shame of what’s to come. “Told you to stop moving, moron. Now pay attention here,” he orders, keeping you close to him. “Oooh, praise kink! You want me to call you my good girl?” Shigaraki coos really close to your ear with a sickly sweet voice and it sets your face on fucking fire, rendering you absolutely speechless.

“Oh my god, you do!” he exclaims, giggling. “What else? Dirty talk, degradation—fucking creampie?! Mmmh, you filthy slut. Should I fill your tight little pussy up with my cum?” He moans obscenely next to you and suddenly you feel way too hot, too fucking embarrased, so you shoot your hand to cover his mouth and wish you could grab the keyboard and beat him to death with it, picturing little bloody keycaps flying all around the room. 

Shigaraki wakes you up from your brief coping daydream by licking your palm sloppily in retaliation, immediately grossing you out and making you pull your hand away. You wipe the saliva against his shirt, while your body is still going through the after-shocks of repulsion.

When you look at him again, he gives you another one of his half-lidded smirks.

His leg shifts, holding your waist even tighter against his lap and you feel something hard pressing against your ass.

“S-Stop that! Let me go!” you plead, but his arms won’t loosen up. 

“Look.” He drags the mouse and highlights a word on your screen. You glance at it and then promptly look the other way, the ugly white paint on the walls of your apartment suddenly being infinitely more interesting. “What does that say? Hm?” He rocks you against him. “Speak, slut.”

“No! Fuck off and let go!” You claw at his hand, scratching and pinching at him to let you go but he doesn’t even flinch.

Instead, he grinds his erection against you again, groaning and nuzzling into your neck—any previous inhibitions about letting you off the hook for now were gone right out of the window. 

“My precious little slut is always fucking lying to me,” he says in a sing-song tone, biting the back of your sensitive neck harshly and causing you to whimper. “You fucking freak.” Shigaraki breathes, “Mindbreak? Breeding? You want me to breed you, make you scream on my cock until you can’t even think anymore? Is that it?” 

He slides his hand up your back, pushing against your shoulder forward and down, hard enough for you to have to bend and grip your desk in order to catch yourself from falling altogether.

“Hahaha.” He scrolls the website, reading through more of your favorited fucking tags, “Dubcon, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, emotional manipulation—Jesus. Even rape? Holy shit.” He snickers, standing both of you up but keeping you nice and bent for him. 

You shudder, making a strangled noise when he thrusts himself against your sex roughly.

“You’re so fucked in the head,” he cackles. “Is that why you provoke me all the fucking time? You want me to get mad? To break you? Make you—ahh, fuck—my own personal cocksleeve?” 

Shigaraki breathes heavily, bending himself over your back and using one arm around your waist to lift your hips, high enough for him to be perfectly slotted against your backside. 

You moan at the repeated cruel drag of his length against you, the raspy sound of his voice shamefully sending electricity all the way to your clit.

“And all I had to do was take you the way I originally wanted to, huh? Here I thought I’d wait for you to come around,” he exhales and begins sliding your pants down your waist.

“Fuck—Slow down!” you mewl weakly, digging your nails into the rim of your desk and feeling your legs almost buckling under him.

“Like hell I will. I’ve seen your hand now, slut.”

“That doesn’t fucking count! You—You can’t compare fantasy with fucking reality, Shigaraki!” 

Shigaraki doesn’t respond to that and you feel him snake his digits below the band of your underwear, sliding two rough fingers against your slit, pads brushing firming against your clit. They glide past it, until he reaches your opening and teases it.

He feels the resistance but still pushes both of his fingers inside you at once, the sudden stretch feeling really uncomfortable at first. Your back arches in response, hips involuntarily jerking against his hand and he begins lazily fucking his long fingers into your cunt.

“You’re such a fucking liar. Look at how wet you are for me, fuck.” He takes his hand out of your panties, splaying his slick-covered fingers in front of your face and presenting them to you proudly. 

Your head turns around, face flustered and you glare at him as he licks them off, starting all the way from the tips, then slowly pushing them inside his mouth knuckle by knuckle, making a great show of sucking on them. 

Shigaraki’s eyes flutter closed and he groans like he’s never tasted anything better before in his life. 

And maybe he hasn’t, because to him there’s nothing sweeter-tasting than victory itself.

“What, you wanted some?” He leans in and whispers huskily, completely drunk on his lust—on you, “Shame, because I don't feel like fucking sharing.”

Then all of the sudden, his warmth leaves your back and you gasp, immediately feeling yourself missing the contact. You curse at yourself for folding so easily.

He doesn't leave you for long though, can’t afford to when there’s so much he wants to do to you now. 

“Take them off, sit on the chair and spread your legs wide for me,” he commands in a low serious tone, making you feel just how fast your heart was pounding. “I’m going to fucking devour you tonight.”

It briefly crosses your hazy mind to refuse him, to run out of the house and never turn back. But that’s not what you really want, is it? 

You’ve felt it all this time. The way he’s so eager to have you, the electricity between the two of you, right between the hatred and the violence. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

You, broken enough to let him have his way with you.

Him, fucked up enough to claim you.

It was a line you didn’t want to cross, not with him, not really. 

But the way your hands have a mind of their own as you reach for the waistband of your pants, sliding them down your thighs while you’re watching him palm the outline of his erection through his jeans, tells you your answer.

“Hurry the fuck up, before I lose all of my patience and fuck you into the floorboard instead,” he growls, a dark glint in his eyes while he watches you bend over, slowly taking your clothes off like a tease.

And you listen. 

You take your pants off, leaving no room for interpretation on whether or not you want this, stumbling back and sitting down on your chair. His lustful gaze locks in on your hips as you shyly lift your legs up and get into position.

His head is reeling while he takes a tentative step forward, watching your reaction before kneeling in front of the chair, grabbing your ankles and rolling you closer to him. 

You watch as he slides his pale, trembling hands across the expanse of your legs all the way to your waist and you gasp when he leans in closer to your heat, eyes fixated on the obvious wet spot in the middle of your plain panties.

“Fuck,” he whispers, intoxicated when he sees your legs trembling in anticipation. His confident streak is slightly dampening now that you’re letting him actually have you, submitting to him so naturally. “Such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?” Shigaraki’s piercing eyes turn to look at yours through dark lashes until his gaze falls on your bitten lip.

“Please, as if you c-could ever get me off,” you challenge and he grins dangerously, feeling warmth spreading inside his chest. 

He presses his cheek to the cold skin of your thigh and nuzzles it, soft white hair tickling you as he peppers you with soft hungry kisses. 

You look down at him, unable to breathe more than shallow breath and feeling your mind become clouded. Enough for you to impulsively slide your hand in his hair and rake your fingers through it, pulling a groan from what seemed to be the depths of his soul, as his eyes screw shut and brows angle downwards. It’s an incredible sight for sore eyes—

Until he fucking bites you.

He bites down on your skin so hard you have to let out a pained cry, fingers twisting in his white locks, immediately pushing him away. Shigaraki keeps pressing in until you can’t help but spill hot painful tears, blurring the way his possessive eyes were locked in on yours as he claims you like some fucking animal.

“I-It fucking hurts, please,” you beg, and because it sounds like heaven to his ears, he listens, flattening his tongue and licking the bloody mark he’s left on you, then kissing it as if he could nurse it. 

“W-What the fuck was that for, asshole?” You release the grip on his hair, hooking your other leg atop his shoulder and sniffling. He wraps his arm around it, bringing his face closer to where you want it to be.

“A reminder,” Shigaraki states with underlying excitement in his voice. Strong, rough arms pull you closer and your ass partially slides off the seat in the process. He pushes your legs upwards, nodding once towards your hands. “Hold them up properly.”

“A reminder,” you repeat, hooking your arms under your thighs and holding yourself up like he’d asked you to, looking away and feeling shame coursing through your body while you shrink under his impossibly sinful gaze.

“Tch. Don’t you dare look away from me,” he orders you, low and careful and once again, you listen, swallowing empty and looking back at him.

A deep growl escapes his throat as he sits back on his knees, admiring your obedience. Your quivering body, teary eyes and a stubborn needy pout, all on display for him to enjoy. 

Shigaraki leans in and reaches to swipe away at your almost-dried tears with a thumb, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking the salt off, the desire in his eyes making you pant heavily in anticipation.

“A reminder that you’re mine.” He lowers himself and places a soft kiss above the waistband of your panties before continuing, “And that I’m in charge now.” He runs his thumb against the already painful wound he’d created and presses his nail into the coppery dent his teeth left behind.

“Control freak,” you hiss in pain and your hold falters.

“Keep holding them up,” Shigaraki warns and you whimper as he goes to kiss and suck purple marks all over the expanse of your thighs, blatantly ignoring the ache between your legs and your weak moans.

Fucking finally gracing you with some mercy, he hooks his fingers around your panties and slides them off, until they’re only hanging on one ankle. 

Shigaraki shudders and swallows hard, now standing and watching you from above like a predator.

You move your hand to cover yourself, but he grabs your wrist and pries it away forcefully. “No you fucking don’t.” 

He thumbs at your wet slit roughly and you shiver. 

After pondering something for a second, he sinks back on his knees and dives right into your heat, licking a long stripe from your clenching hole to your clit. 

You moan brokenly but he doesn’t relent, blunt nails scratching down your sides as he eats your cunt sloppily, listening carefully to every noise you make. Your fingers dig into the plastic handle of your seat, free hand finding purchase in his messy white hair once more. 

He’s as greedy for your sounds as he seems to enjoy giving, hands sliding to part your lower lips and honing in on the bundle of nerves that seems to make you lose your mind every time he flicks his tongue in a particular way.

The barren room echoes with filthy sounds of your cries, his groans and your increasingly wet cunt, muscles in your legs twitching involuntarily and you struggle between keeping a steady position on your chair and giving in to the pleasure. 

He doesn’t give you time to adjust, because he dips two of his fingers in and starts finger-fucking you in earnest, one strong arm moving to keep your lower body pinned for him, and judging by the warmth pooling in your lower abdomen, you know you won’t last much longer.

His normally rough lips, now softened by your arousal, close around your sensitive clit and it’s him sucking on it roughly, combined with him repeatedly curling both his fingers against your most sensitive spot that does you in. 

You clench around his fingers hard, locking your thighs around his head and he whimpers against you, fucking you through your orgasm and licking the mess of your climax hungrily.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises when he lifts his mouth with a devilish grin, still rubbing soft circles on you, pumping his fingers lazily and watching you whimper in overstimulation. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Tongue out,” Shigaraki commands and you look at him with a half-lidded look. He slips his soaked fingers out of you and smacks your pussy playfully, earning him a moan. “Don’t make me repeat myself, c’mon.”

You whine and open your mouth, tongue peeking out just slightly, when he stands and drapes himself over you, making your heart beat faster. 

He places his slick-covered fingers on top of your tongue, pressing down on it for you to open wider, giving you the idea that he wants you to suck on them, but before you can close your lips around them, he spits into your mouth.

“Swallow.” Shigaraki orders and your nose scrunches, but you close your mouth and swallow. “Now show me.”

When you do, his face breaks into a creepy leer as he slides his fingers in and forces you to taste yourself.

“Good, right?” he giggles, voice filled with unrestrained giddiness and you roll your tongue over his fingers, giving him more than he asked for. His jaw falls slack and he stares at the fingers in your mouth, taking them out and leaning in to replace them with his moistened cracked lips instead.

The kiss is hungry, wet and sloppy. Shigaraki isn’t kissing you, he’s devouring you, and every time you pull away for air, his mouth would follow yours, hands gripping the handles of your chair and pushing you until the backrest is firmly pressed against the wall where he has you caged in.

You groan into his mouth in complaint and he finally breaks the kiss, your lungs filling with delicious oxygen once again. 

When you glance down, you see a string of saliva connecting you two, lips shiny, mixed with both your wetness and his own spit. 

He looks dazed, eyes clouded as he breathes in deeply. Breathes you in deeply and he finds that it’s not enough. He wants to have you, all of you, all at once.

“I’d love to shove my cock down your throat and fuck your face right about now,” he whispers low, corners of his mouth turning up in a smirk, hand reaching down to rub more circles around your clit and you shudder. “But that’s for next time.”

Next time?

“Look at you. You’re a fucking mess,” he muses, kissing your cheek softly—too softly—and you frown, getting ready to bitch at him.

He sees it and pinches your bundle of nerves harshly making you whine again, “Ah–ah. Don’t give me an attitude now. Come on, get up.” He slides his hand to your hips and squeezes, using his other one to grab your wrist and hoist you out of the chair. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Your eyes fall on the tent in his pants and you can almost feel him stretching you out, with how painfully hard he looks, length lined down his right leg. 

Before he could push you along, you reach and run your curious fingers across his bulge, feeling your chest flutter with strange butterflies. 

It takes him by surprise and his whole body shakes, knees trembling. He slaps your hand away as he scrambles to hold himself up against the desk, eyes blown wide and breaths coming out heavy. 

No fucking way. That sensitive?

You smile deviously and he glares at you. 

“D-Don’t fucking do that, I almost—ugh, just move!” he grumbles defensively, grabbing your shoulder, turning you around and shoving you forward. 

Fuck, that was hot.

It takes you back to the time he was quivering under you. You really want to see that again. Would he let you switch if you asked?

There isn’t time to find out, because you suddenly hear the front door slam shut behind the two of you, followed by a violent thud of Taylor’s paper grocery bag spilling against your floor.

Eyes wide, you fumble to pull your shirt down, trying to cover yourself and frantically picking up your clothes. 

You sober up immediately, realizing you were about to let Shigaraki Tomura fuck you stupid tonight—part of you disappointed not at yourself but… at the prospect of it not happening.

Your cheeks fire up, feeling deeply ashamed as you look at your friend, then at Shigaraki who’s already running a hand through his hair and huffing irritatedly at the unwanted interruption.

So fucking close, he thinks. 

Tomura really wants to rip your friend’s fucking head off. 

“What the fuck do you two think you’re fucking doing?” They stomp forward, absolutely fuming.

“Get the fuck out. Can’t you see we’re busy?” he snaps back, reaching to hook his arm possessively around your waist and pushing your body flush against his own. 

You smack at his chest to let you go, cursing him repeatedly, but he wasn’t paying attention to you, opting to cautiously eye your friend’s presence instead.

“Like hell you are!” Your friend yanks him by the collar of his shirt and pries him away from you. “Think I forgot the shit you pulled at the party, creep?!”

Anger flashes across his face and he’s not beyond beating the fuck out of your friend for so much as daring to touch him—but he knows that doing so would set things back with you significantly. 

Tomura really fucking likes the new stage he’s unlocked with you, and he wasn’t going to let his temper ruin it for him this time.

You however were none the wiser.

So you cut right in the fucking middle when Taylor decides to hit him, the only person ending up getting slapped by unnecessarily expensive acrylics being you.

“Ow—fuck!” You glare at your friend, who looks absolutely mortified. 

Shigaraki scrambles to assess the damage and your friend is already tearing up and apologizing, both of them immediately crowding you.

“Get. Out. Both of you. Now,” you whisper angrily, prompting them to give each other a death stare. “I want to be alone, so—fucking please.”

To your surprise, they both (very reluctantly) back off. 

Shigaraki, who looked defeated, made an odd sound of disapproval, grabbed his shit and angrily stormed out first.

Taylor on the other hand lingered, trying to pry, to apologize, to ask why you didn’t answer their texts all week, but you were only able to snap back and make them cry harder.

When everyone finally left you the fuck alone, you begin breaking down, absolutely burnt out by this horrible series of events happening in your life.

You throw yourself on your bed, and realize you’re still able to smell his soft lingering scent against your bedding. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you also see that he forgot his fucking hoodie at your place.

Why the fuck were you about to let Shigaraki have his way with you earlier?

Why did you listen to him? Were you that fucking sexually deprived to let another psycho fuck you? 

Those were questions you could not fucking answer, not when you know you’re falling right into his trap. 

So you pull his hoodie over your head and inhale deeply into the collar.

Then you proceed to replay the earlier events in your head and do something you swear you’ll take to the grave with you.

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The following days, including your whole weekend, were completely Shigaraki-free. That meant you got to study your ass off for your exam week and you didn’t have to deal with him at all after the incident. 

You didn’t speak to Taylor either, and Taylor avoided you like the fucking plague.

It was fair in a way that you didn’t like to admit. 

You deserved it. You were a shit friend.

Now you’re studying in the main cafeteria at lunchtime, when he casually slips into the seat next to yours with a tray of food in his hands. 

He pushes a box of juice to you and you stare at it.

“Hey,” he rasps, dragging his chair to be as close to yours as humanly possible, seemingly nothing changing in his Shigaraki branded demeanor during the few days that he went MIA. 

You click your tongue but don't reply otherwise, deciding to completely ignore him instead. 

So he does what you should’ve expected he’d do and grabs the spoon on his tray, angling it perfectly in your direction and flicking a disgusting wet fucking pea at your face. 

It hits you, falling on your rented notebook and fucking stains it.

“HEY! I have an exam in an hour and this is a fucking rental! Cut it out, dickhead!” you snap at him, wiping your face with a grimace but he only smiles.

“There we go! Was worried you forgot how to speak.”

“My god, you’re seriously the worst fucking asshole on this planet, I swear.” You snarl when you look at him.

“So they say.” His lips curve upwards.

Shigaraki lets you be for a minute and starts eating his lunch, but seems to notice something on your face.

“You look like a fucking zombie. Did’ya miss me so much you couldn’t even fall asleep?” He elbows your side and makes you mess up the words you were writing. Then he snorts at the way you clutch your pencil tighter.

“Drop it,” you hiss, feeling more on edge than usual. 

None of the information you’re forcing yourself to fucking remember is sticking to your brain. This never happened before and it really, really unnerves you. You’re not allowed to slack off. You can’t afford to slack off. 

You can’t. You can’t. You can’t. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you today?” He leans into you, becoming genuinely concerned. 

You snap your head at him, looking livid. 

Feeling fed up, you grab your stuff hastily and stand up. 

He, of course, has none of your fucking bullshit and forcefully grabs your arm, pulling you back down.

“Sit. I won’t ask twice,” he warns coldly, clenching his jaw.

The look you give him is one of defeat, so you crumple your study notes and then slam your bag on the table, half of its contents landing on the floor together with the box of juice he offered you. 

Your lips start quivering and you rub at your eyes.

“The fuck you so pissy for? Are you on your period or something?”

You glare at him, the bubbling anger under the surface of your skin threatening to break out. 

“Kill yourself.”

Shigaraki’s eyes widen.

“What?” 

There’s hardly any restraint left in you and you smile. Wide and unhinged. 

“I said,” you say, voice strained as you close in on him. “Do us all a fucking favor—” His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare, “—and fucking kill yourself.”

Shigaraki’s breaths become increasingly labored and you see him struggling to hold back from lashing out, lips curling into a snarl. 

It’s not enough for you, though.

“And you know what?” You reach to place a soft, comforting hand against his cheek, red angry eyes staring you down. “I bet that if you did…” He tenses under your touch and you lean into his ear, whispering your last words, “Nobody would miss you.”

Shigaraki grabs you by the roots of your hair and you gasp. He pulls you down so hard, your back arches and you almost slip and fall if not for you still gripping the table.

“What’s your fucking problem, hm?” His tone is low and dangerous. “Did all that studying fry your fucking brain?” he asks, eyes full of contempt and feelings of betrayal now that you reverted back to treating him like shit. “Need me to put you back in your place that badly?”

You giggle.

“ANSWER ME!” Shigaraki yells, tightening his grip on your hair, almost ripping it while blinded by his anger.

There were a lot of students looking at you whenever you were together, because Shigaraki has a reputation—and by extension, you do too. 

So it’s no surprise that him screaming in your face and assaulting you in front of everyone attracts even more attention.

You’re looking at him in a daze, vision blurring in and out as you only hear echoes anymore, not understanding the words coming out of his mouth.

It’s easier this way. To lash out and be punished. To finally be pushed off the edge you’ve been teetering on. You’re really tired, aren’t you?

You didn’t need any of this. Didn’t ask for any of this.

Getting blackmailed.

Pretend-dating a damaged asshole.

Academic anxiety. 

Mind games. 

Fights with your best friend. 

Feeling lonely. 

Wanting to die.

Wanting to die so bad it suffocates you.

The thread snaps and the tower of your sorrows finally topples over, crashing over the entirety of your soul. Acid raindrops of all the emotions you’ve been suppressing this entire time raining on your consciousness until all you could feel is nothing.

You can’t focus on your studies. 

Can’t handle their attention. 

Can’t do this anymore.

So maybe you should—

Just obey. 

”You don’t have to think about anything else other than how to please me, bunny. Do you understand me?”

SPANK—

“Yes, Sir.”

He lets go of your hair almost immediately, red eyes widening and you lower your gaze like you’ve been taught to do. “...The fuck did you say to me?”

“My apologies, Sir,” you reply robotically. “Would you prefer I called you Master or Daddy instead, Sir?” 

Tomura’s brain short-circuits. Is this another one of your weird fucking games? 

He glares into your eyes and can only find a dull submissive look in return. 

“What is wrong with you?” He frowns, voice wavering.

“I’m extremely sorry. I do not understand the question, Sir. Could you please explain?”

He runs a hand over his face and scrunches his eyes shut.

“What is this—What the fuck are you doing right now?” He uses his pointing finger and circles it at you.

You just stare at the floor.

“Answer me, idiot.”

“My apologies, Sir.”

“Stop calling me that. Explain what’s going on.”

“I’m just your dumb slutty bunny, Sir. I’m yours to have, yours to breed, yours to break,” you say and he almost has a fucking brain aneurysm at how willingly you’re humiliating yourself.

Did you seriously completely fucking break—right here? Like this? In the middle of the fucking cafeteria? After you provoked him? 

Was that on fucking purpose too? Why?

His head is spinning.

Should he… test the limits of your submission? You did piss him the fuck off today, after all. Talking to him like that? Who do you think you are?

This opportunity is definitely too good to pass up. 

Tomura’s grin spreads wide, resolving to immediately test this newfound control over you, feeling excitement bubbling in his gut at the prospect of you finally becoming an ideal toy, accepting him fully. 

How far would you go with this little game you started, he wonders.

“Get on your knees and under the table. Now,” he barks at you—and to his surprise, there really is no bratty remark, no comeback, no hesitation. 

You stand up, get on your knees and slip under the cafeteria table, keeling all over the disgusting floor and still avoiding his gaze submissively. 

“Look at me.” Shigaraki snarls and you obey, eyes distant and devoid of any expression.

More students are catching on, whispering in the background. You just wait patiently for his next command, blankly looking up at him through your lashes.

“Tch. Give me your hand.” 

And you do, without any resemblance of your usual resistance.

He grabs it for you and presses it flat against his semi-hardening cock. “Now go ahead and fucking use it. Show them what a dumb bitch you are,” he orders, looking down at you coldly. 

You do as he says and start stroking it the way you were taught to—not the way you were with him that evening, eager and curious, but trained, expertly wrapping your digits around the rising tent in his pants and stroking against the fabric.

It wasn’t the same.

It did fucking nothing for him. 

There’s no trace of the sparks he felt in the pit of his stomach every other time he’s made you squirm before. Every other time you made him squirm.

Instead, he feels hollow. 

“So fucking useless,” Tomura hisses, covering your hand with his own and pressing it harder, rocking his own hips against your palm and feeling incredibly frustrated when it only seems to have the opposite effect on him.

It pissed him off how you weren’t worried about catching a sex offender case anymore. It also pissed him off that he can’t even enjoy this half-assed victory. 

You’re looking at him in a daze, but not the daze that betrays how much you wanted him to fuck you—how much you wanted him in the hallway when you had him pinned under you. 

How your eyes sparked with flickers of desire he saw in-between your apprehension or even fear, at the party. How wet you were last week at your place, bent over your desk and soaking just for him. How he almost got to feel the warm fluttery insides of your cunt and finally make you his.

God were you perfect, every single time.

Instead, you’re now staring through him, mindlessly follow dumb orders like a brain dead fucking sex doll. 

You pushed him and he pushed you in return, breaking you like he’d always fantasized to in the beginning.

But isn’t this exactly what he wanted?

Is it fucking not?

Wouldn’t it be great for you to leave every decision in your life to him?

So then—

SO THEN WHY THE FUCK IS HE FEELING THIS WAY?

Like he’s made a huge fucking mistake. Again.

It… It wasn’t even his fault this time! He should’ve… He should’ve…

Tomura swallows hard, unable to keep the inner turmoil at bay. His shoulders become tense, free hand scratching red angry lines against the scarred skin of his neck. 

“Fuck!” He slaps your hand off his limp dick and you just stare back in return. “STOP looking at me like that, you dirty fucking whore!” he yells in your face, voice cracking. “This is all your fucking fault! Why couldn’t you just—Fuck!”

You look down at his feet again. “Apologies, Master. Please feel free to punish—”

“NO! FUCK! Don’t EVER fucking call me that again!” He grabs you by your arm before you could finish your stupid fucking sentence, roughly pulling you off the filthy floor and knocking the chair out of the way for you. 

He takes your bag and chaotically shoves all of your things inside of it, together with the stuff that spilled on the floor earlier. 

Tomura throws it over his shoulder, along with his own and shoves you forward. “Walk.”

Useless NPCs gathered around for the theatrics, but he’s having none of it.

“If any of this comes out, I’ll fucking kill every—single—one of you. Am I clear?” He turns around and barks at the circle of idiots that surrounded the two of you, gawking and recording the scene like they usually did whenever Shigaraki publicly did something unhinged to someone on campus. 

The only difference is, that this is the first time he’d ever shut it down, taking everyone in question by surprise. 

“Am I FUCKING clear?!” his voice booms again, as he’s grabbing one of the chairs in a fit of rage and smashes it repeatedly against the floor, plastic parts flying in all directions from the impact and throwing whatever chunk was left of it at a random cluster of individuals.

He then fixed a piercing gaze at the room, waiting expectantly while breathing erratically.

Some of them were frozen, nodding quickly but most had already hurried off.

Fuck. 

Everything is so fucking itchy and all of it is your fucking fault.

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Unknown number ch.3

Skin on skin

A03 ch.1 ch.2 ch.4

A/n: I'll say this is a plot twist, I'll talk about yours and touya's dynamic in the next chapter, I'll work on the other chapters but for now hope y'all enjoy this plot twist and enjoy dabi being a little shit lmaooo enjoy some bussy from tomura, if you're uncomfortable with genitalia then you can skip this chapter. :)

I pull you into a heat kiss as I slide my tongue into your mouth, you moan loudly as we continue to make out.

“ please tomu~ ” you grip my hoodie as you moan.

“ I need you right now. ” I smirk as I lift you off the floor easily with no sweat and dabi says that I couldn't pick you up. He's gonna get shit on later.

I carefully walk towards my room while we have sloppy kisses, I begin to bite your neck as I get wet from your moans.

I found my door as I opened it and quickly slammed it behind.

I grip your thick thighs as I groan, grinding my hips towards yours.

We fall onto the bed as we make out like two horny teenagers in love.

I pull away as I look at you.” do you want…” I begin to blush deep as I look away.

“ Do you want to feel my t-dick? Or uhh used a toy because I have different sizes of toys.~ ” I purr at you sweetly as you tilt your head and blink in an innocent way.

“ I want to feel you first then we can try your toys tomura~ ” I didn't think much as I felt blood going down to my large clit as it's throbbing, I nod my head fast.

“ first time having sex? ”

You pause as you quickly look away, you're not looking at me.

“....”

“ What's wrong my player two? You're a virgin or somethin? ”

You begin to blush deep red as you cover your face, you mumble quietly.

“ yes…” I blink at you as I had a soft expression, I pull your hands away as I kiss you softly.

“ aww we can take it nice and slow, I'm a virgin too. ”

You yelp as I pull your lips with my teeth as you moan.

“ for a creepy girl, I thought you would already lose it.” I pull away as your eyes begin to watery as you pout.

“ it's… complicated. ” I tilt my head as I look at you .

“ aww complicated? By being lonely and horny? ” you look away as you pout.

“ it's hard to explain.. ” I coo at you as I begin to bite your neck as you gasp.

“ Well that can wait~ now we can have each other. "You nodded your head as you gently kissed my lips as we began to grind each other.

I gasp into the kiss as I pull your shirt first, pulling up and over as I look at your exposed skin.

You had a simple plan bra as I carefully pulled it off but was struggling with it for a while and you helped me out.

Your breast pops out as I stare at it, you feel your face was on fire as you look at me.

“ stop…. Looking at me like that~” I tilt my head at you then at your titties.

“ you're beautiful.. ” I begin to kiss your nipples as you gasp out.

I roll my tongue around and nip your nipple as I pull it away in a harsh pull, you cry out.

I begin to massage and pitch the other areola as I try to put both into my mouth, I suck harder as you scream my name out loud.

I feel your fingers on my long white hair, tugging it bit rough.

“ please… tomura~ I need you now. ” I give it a few sucking on your nipples as I remove myself away as I begin to pull my hoodie off and we take turns throwing the clothes onto the floor.

I started to feel self conscious about my body but it's the way you look at me, get me going.

The way you look at me up and down in that hungry lust that drives me nuts.

Pure hunger, I quickly kiss your mouth as I pull my hands on your cheeks, I pull away to look downward.

My dick is four inches big, it isn't long but it's thick.

I grind my hip onto yours as I gasp at the skin on skin contact, it feels good.

I roll my eyes backwards as I groan out your name, you whimper from the touch.

I feel my cock sliding inside of you as we are having sex for the first time.

I lock my fingers with yours as we begin to make love. I whine loudly feeling my head tight inside your wall, you roll your eyes back..

You panting heavily as I thrust my hips slow and tender, I removed my hands to throw your legs over my shoulder as I went faster and harder into you.

Your cries are so beautiful, I want to hear it every single day.

“ fuck~!! More more more fuck baby. ” I roll my eyes back as I feel myself getting closer and closer to my high, I begin to rub your clit fast and hard.

Press it like a control button, not too soft and not too hard… just the right amount for you to orgasm.

It feels wet and slippery as I look down at where we connected, I groan out loudly and feel like my high is reaching its end.

I bite your neck harshly as I reach my orgasm, I heard you mumble my name in prays as I pant heavily.

“ you're so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well~ ” you grip my hips as you pull me closer.

“ I want more tomu~ ” I nodded my head in agreement. Now I can see why touya always brings people into our dorm, this is addicting.

But with you, you feel so good, you're like a drug . . . Special kind of drug, I twist your body sideways as I pound into you, seeing your chubby body jiggle and move fast with my thrusting gets my clit throbbing and I can feel myself getting sensitive from it..

I see your mouth open, tears sliding down as I rub it away with my thumb, pretty tears.

I lean in to lick the tears as I whisper sweet nothing into your ear, I nip your ear as you begin to orgasm hard, I feel you cream around my cock and feel you making a mess on the sheet but it fine, I love it when it a messy by you.

 

“ you're so hot bunny~ I can't last long~ ” you nod your head fast as I feel your wetness on my crotch area and the hard thrust causing my bed to bang against the wall, probably getting people annoyed by it but I didn't care.

Or worry about it, the second orgasm hits hard as I feel the wetness on the soaked sheet, I quickly remove myself to lay down and eat your sweet pussy, I use my fingers to slide inside of you.

You're shaking and covered in hot sweet juice as I eat our mixed juice, I stare at you with love and passion as I wrap my arms around your thick thighs.

You begin to squirt on my face as I lick it up clean as I pant heavily, the room smells like sex and sweat but I don't mind it because it smells like you.

The sweet feminine scent lingers in my nose as I lick your clit, you begin to twitch as you try to move away.

I chuckle as I pull away and slowly remove my fingers away from you, you laying there breathing heavily as I smile at you.

My eyelids feel heavy as I crawl near you as I pull you, I begin to feel tired as I yawn out.

As I close my eyes and put my face near your neck as we cuddle naked in my bed.

I didn't notice you grabbing the phone that you left on my dresser when we were taking our clothes off.

You pet my hair as I fell into deep sleep as you check the message from your phone and it's read.

( You better be in your dorm doll in an hour or two~ if not, your nudes will be posted everywhere in college.) 

you felt in a vulnerable position as you pet tomura’s white hair, you knew exactly that this man touya is a shitty scumbag that only wants sex and somehow he wants to be a two faced bastard. He belittles me in public but behind closed doors, he's obsessed with me and is my stalker…

You bite your lips as you fear about your new lover and his questionable friends.

[decayingflames]

So I figured out a whole bunch of notes for my Tomura x Reader College Au fic. It is a quirkless AU as well.

I put them under the cut because a) it's long and b) incase someone doesn't want to read 'em ^^

○ Tenko/ Tomura is adopted by Inko

● Izuku is his little brother

● Inko's husband is dead and she never remarried/ got a boyfriend

○ Tomura is his gamer tag/ online persona

○ On paper is Tenko Midoriya, but has the option to go back to his birth surname Shimura (isn't sure about it)

○ Computer Science Major with a focus on Video Game design

○ Has a Gengar onesie

○ Y/N is an art major focus on graphic design

○ From a small town (nervous about city life)

○ Touya lives with Rei and his three siblings

● Rei got full custody from Enji

● Enji got charged with abuse/ neglect, but family paid to have his jail time reduced to a couple months

● Rei has a restraining order for her and the kids

○ Has some nasty burn scars from the abuse

○ Second year student

● Possible Majors: Music with focus on guitar, Music with focus on producing, Undecided (trying out electives/ getting GenEds out of way), or Social Work

○ Shuichi Iguchi is human

●parents love him, but have neglected him a bit

● Spinner is his game tag/ online persona

○ Tenko's childhood/ current best friend

● Has a massive crush on Tenko, but didn't realize it until Y/N came into the picture

○ Man games in a TMNT Raphael onesie

○ Either goes to trade school on Tenko's college campus or Majors in Computer Science with a focus on data analysis

●Side gig as a dragon V-tuber

○ Atsuhiro Sako (Compress) is a theatre professor

○ Jin is his boyfriend

○ Has adopted Himiko

○ Himiko Toga was adopted by Compress after being taken away from parents at age 10

○ goes to the same middle school as Ochako (developed a crush)

● Goes to the same highschool as Ochako and gets a crush on her new friend Izuku (still crushing hard on Ochako)

○ Helps her dad out with his plays/ enjoys sitting in on auditions

○ Trying hard to get Atsuhiro and Jin to get engaged/ married

Random notes:

○ Inko thinks Izuku might be poly halfway through his freshman year of highschool because he's close with Shoto, Katsuki, and Eijiro.

● Even though the boy says he's crushing on Ochako

○ Izuku's favorite fictional show character is All Might and still has all the merch

○ Izuku does have a crush on Ochako, but also his childhood friend Katsuki and eventually Shoto

○ Tenko doesn't like Katsuki

○ Tenko and Touya have a slight tiff later because Izuku and Shoto become friends and Touya doesn't like Izuku/ doesn't think he's good enough for Shoto (absolutely ships them)

○ Izuku is friends with Ochako and Himiko

● Tenko gets used to weird dinners when he's home because of Izu's weird friends

○ Inko tends to invite and befriend Izuku/ Tenko's friends parents so ◇possibilities◇

[xxiiam]

Just posted two more chapters of novacane !! My bnha/mha dark au fanfic ! Go check it out , love all the support on everything !!

Preview of chapter 8 -

Entering USJ was pretty cool you had never seen anything like it . Plus you were in your hero outfit which was pretty nice . Your hero costume consisted of a elastane body suit which was basically a swimsuit which was because it made it better since whenever you’d be in water you wouldn’t have to worry about ruining your clothes. Because of your quirk you assumed you’d be in the water a lot . However your middle chest piece is a thicker more sturdier metal piece, to protect your heart since it’s one of two things that won’t regenerate - the other being your brain. Your thigh high boots were made from the same elastane material but were brass toe capped , reminiscent of deep sea diving boots. But it was also better to kick villains and leave more damage. On your thigh strap that was attached to your belt there was a small dagger to use to cut yourself if you wanted to use the other side of your dual quirk . To use the blood to make larger weapons or to heal people .

You brushed your self off flattening out of your hero suit . Sero wrapped his arm around you , “you excited mousy?” You giggled and nodded , “yeah it looks super cool in here , do you think we’ll get to try every single one or just one that’s best suited for us or maybe worst suited? I’m not sure how this will work” .

That’s when the lights began to flicker and the purple mist formed . Was this apart of the exercise ? The purple mist let through dozens of people and creatures , creatures so grotesque there were no words for you to describe them . Large build mutants with a bird beak . Brains exposed , muscles and a frame larger than- than any human could obtain . What were these things? . Then you were warped to the landslide zone with todoroki . It was kinda embarrassing as soon as the villains all warped there with you two he had instantly froze all of the villains - you had no chance to show off all of your training to someone who you thought was at your level or levels above your abilities .

[chososchalupa]

Game Night //

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shigaraki x reader

College AU/No quirks/SMAU with a splash of writing

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Chapter six : No contact

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[softhued]

Hindsight

warnings: nsfw, dark content, noncon/dubcon, drugged reader, drinking, college au

word count: 4k

Despite what everyone told you, you found yourself sprawled beneath him with your thighs pressed to your chest. Barely contained whines and gasps slipped from your lips as the man between your legs continued to plunge into you and push you utterly past your limits.

Your thoughts clashed and battled for attention, making your mind a mess of unfinished ideas as you struggled to piece them together. The thrumming in your veins and the heat that overtook you aided your thoughtlessness and left you incapacitated.

“Fuck,” you breathed out while your hands clambered and sought after something to hold. In their search, ruffled sheets grazed your fingers, and you instantly gripped them for dear life.

Above you, you felt Shigaraki slowly pull out, only to enter you again, pressing inside and refining his reach. Your walls maintained a vice-like grip as you allowed him to take control of your body, and slowly your eyes fluttered open, feeling weighed down as you looked upon the person pleasuring you only to find his gaze locked on you. His scarlet eyes were clouded with lust and intensity as he committed the image of you to mind so he would never forget as his hips repeatedly pressed against yours.

Your pussy clenched around him involuntarily, begging him for more. Overcome with immense pleasure, you reached up, pulling him down into a kiss and panting into his mouth as he stimulated you beyond belief. 

You didn’t want this to end.

You were in a trance, hypnotized by the feelings he bestowed on you, which weakened your defenses with each press of his tip against your walls.

The pleasure was mind-numbing, addicting, and all-consuming.

He was all that surrounded you. All you could think about. Everything.

Was he as affected as you?

You could hardly breathe, gasping and panting against him desperately, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to him again after this.

You couldn’t believe how euphoric you felt as you spread your legs wider to accommodate him. The slick push and pull sounded as your arousal aided his movements.

The warnings bestowed upon you that plagued you just a few days ago vanished into thin air with each press of his hips, leaving no traces of them.

You were notified about Shigaraki’s unsavory behavior from the start. Everyone knew he was an entitled child who often got what he wanted, and this time he happened to want you. But, the entire ordeal could’ve been avoided if you had only acted accordingly. Shigaraki was accustomed to having people bend to his every will without much effort. But you had too much pride to fall at his feet like everyone else. So, you treated him like a normal person, not thinking much of your actions.

Before, you’d only ever heard of him and his behavior but weren't able to put a face to the rumors, and oddly enough, he was a recluse which you thought didn’t align with his assertive personality. And based on the accounts fed to you, you conjured an image of the infamous Shigaraki in your mind.

Much to your surprise, he was the complete opposite of what you depicted. He happened to be attractive, which made you pause, and you might have stared a bit too long the first time you crossed paths, getting an eyeful of his white shoulder-length hair, darkened eyes, and the permanent scowl etched into his face, along with scars that seemed to enhance his beauty.

You were drawn in, intrigued even. There was something about him that was enticing, but despite his attractiveness, you still weren’t too enthused about stroking his ego. You couldn’t fathom why everyone didn’t just stand up to him. Of course, you heard the rumors about his violent past, but there's strength in numbers, and one person reining over everyone was ridiculous. If everyone banded together, they could put an end to his power. However, the fear he invoked in them was enough to keep them complacent.

So, you bit your tongue and followed suit.

You only interacted with him when necessary, which wasn’t very often, although you happened to share a class and were seated next to each other, owing to your professor.

And it was just your luck that your mutual class had a seating chart that placed you right next to the infamous Shigaraki Tomura. Throughout the class, you saw firsthand the influence and power he held which was oddly arousing. With one simple command, he had everyone, except you, following his wishes, professors included.

The moments when his commands flew over your head infuriated him, and the irritation that consumed him was like no other. Anyone else would have responded accordingly, but not you. Everything you did got under his skin, making him claw at his neck until he drew blood.

What irritated him most was your attitude. How you acted as if he was insignificant, like you were above him, constantly looking down at him with distaste, but he knew how to take you down a peg.

Despite sitting by each other in class, he never spoke to you, opting to talk to his followers instead, but it didn't bother you. It simply made it easier for you to interact with him as little as you could. But often, you would catch him giving you a death stare, causing a shiver to run down your spine before you broke contact. And every time, you were the one to look away after meeting his eyes.

He smirked at your reaction. Even if you didn’t want to acknowledge it, you knew who held the power between you.

Then suddenly after class, when you were packing away your notes, Shigaraki approached you. A few students lingered, waiting to see the events unfold, but he shot them a look, bidding them goodbye before they hurried off. Now you were alone with him, which made your heart race. You wanted to show him you were unfazed, but in the back of your mind, you knew that he could do whatever he pleased to you and no one would interfere, which only exacerbated the dread you felt.

You longingly looked at the door, your only chance of escape, before returning his gaze.

He didn’t greet you as he simply started speaking, addressing the reason for the conversation, and emphasizing the power imbalance.

“I wanted to invite you to my friend's party tonight," he stated, staring you down as if he was begging you to decline his offer.

Why was he inviting you?

You suspected he didn’t like you, yet you were receiving a personal invite to a party which confused you more than ever. The thought of spending time with anyone who willingly chose to be Shigaraki's friend made your stomach churn. You didn’t want to go, but how would he react? So far, you were able to get away with toeing the line but telling him no. The possible outcomes didn’t seem too pleasant.

He called your name, drawing your attention after you zoned out.

“My bad,” you apologized after realizing you hadn’t replied to him since you were too invested in your thoughts. “I’ll see if I can make it,” you responded, not making any promises that were likely to be broken. Also, it was better to let him think you would go than to tell him no.

“Well, I’ll be waiting for you,” he stated, not taking his focused gaze off you as he moved to leave.

Alone, you sighed a breath of relief, gathering your bearings before rushing to your apartment. Your roommate wasn't home, and you desperately needed to talk to them. As you waited for their return, your anxiety only increased since you were left with nothing but your rapid and frantic thoughts. You couldn't wait any longer without confiding in someone and decided to send a text.

Quickly, your fingers typed up a long paragraph filled with the events that transpired and rambling. Shortly after, you received a reply, but it didn't contain the answer you were hoping for.

You were advised to attend the party, even if only for a little, to avoid worsening the situation. Deep down, you agreed, but you had a nagging feeling warning you not to go, and one thing life has taught you was that your intuition was rarely wrong. But, if you didn't go, you would be screwed. Your absence would be the ultimate slap in the face, especially after he invited you personally.

You knew you had to go, but you didn’t want to go alone. You wanted at least one person there to provide you with much-needed support since you were walking into the lion's den.

Maybe you were just being paranoid? What if he only wanted to ease the tension between you? Right?

Begrudgingly, you went to get dressed, throwing on a mini-skirt and the first cute shirt you could find. You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror, sighing as reality settled in.

It was now or never. And if you waited any longer, you would psych yourself out.

Once you arrived at the party, you could see packs of people entering, giving you a sense of relief. It seemed unlikely that he’d be able to spot you in the crowd. You followed behind the groups, hoping that you’d see someone you knew so you wouldn't have to be alone.

LED lights illuminated the house, casting a glow amongst the guests as you searched for someone familiar. Luckily, you stumbled upon a few classmates from your study group and decided to stick with them. You were surprised that you were enjoying yourself as you danced to the music blaring from the speakers.

You should’ve come to one of these parties earlier.

You excused yourself to go to the restroom, and once you exited, you were greeted with the sight of Shigaraki.

Your eyes widened as you stumbled upon him, only now remembering why you were so anxious before. You controlled your emotions, not wanting him to know that he made you uneasy, but he caught that small crack in your facade, smirking at the brief flash of fear that crossed your face.

“You enjoying yourself?” he asked, eyes taking in every inch of your body before meeting yours.

“Yea, I am," you replied, wanting nothing more than to leave his presence and return to your friends.

Silence filled the space between you as you rocked back and forth, working up the courage to excuse yourself, but Shigaraki beat you to it.

“Let’s get a drink," he stated, either missing or simply ignoring your discomfort.

“No thanks. I don’t want to drink too much,” you politely declined, hoping that you were putting an end to the conversation.

He watched you since you entered, so he knew you didn’t have a drop of alcohol in your system since you arrived, but that was going to change.

“Come on. One drink isn’t going to kill you,” he playfully coaxed.

You've never seen him as anything but stoic, so this was a nice change, and the pleading look on his face made you weak against his proposal. So, you succumbed to his wishes and followed him into the living area before he left to get the drinks. Following your return, you noticed that the party was emptier and your friends were nowhere to be found. To occupy yourself while you waited for Shigarki, you pulled out your phone to update your roommate.

In no time, Shigaraki returned, handing you a red solo cup, and you thanked him while accepting the drink. You conversed with him and babysat your drink, not liking the bitter taste. Throughout your conversation, you marveled at how easy he was to get along with as he kept surprising you.

A few minutes after finishing your drink, you started to feel off as your mind started to fog. You weren’t a lightweight, so one drink shouldn’t have been enough to have you feeling like that.

A puzzled look crossed your face, and Shigaraki guessed that the drink was kicking in. His dick twitched at the events that were to come, barely able to focus on the words coming out of your mouth. That was easier than he thought. You willingly walked into his house and accepted a random drink from him, giving him free rein. All the while failing to acknowledge the room steadily growing emptier and emptier.

“I'm gonna go to the restroom,” you said unsurely, eyes half-lidded as you struggled to piece together a simple sentence. You attempted to maintain your composure until you reached the restroom. You locked the door behind you and quickly rushed to the sink, splashing water on your face to sober up, but the damage was done.

Something was off, and you knew Shigaraki had to be behind it. Your body felt warm and was growing hotter by the second, and you could barely hold yourself up as you leaned against the counter. A knock on the door startled you, “just a second,” you called back, sounding far away to your own ears.

You can do this. You just have to make it back home, you assured yourself.

You made your way back to the living room, seeing that the remaining stragglers had left while you were away, which left only you and Shigaraki.

“I'm gonna head out," you said, already making your way to the door before you were truly rendered defenseless. You turned the knob and pulled the door open, only for it to be slammed shut. The sound was extremely loud to your sensitive ears, making you jump. With your back to him, you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself as your strength started to fade.

Your time was running out.

You turned to face him, leaning against the door for support, and looked up at him as he towered over you.

“Where you going?” he asked, tilting his head in a show of faux innocence.

“Home."

“Already. It’s still early,” he stated with a sly smirk as he carefully watched you.

“I'm really tired, so I should just go,” you stated, hoping against all odds that your act wasn't penetrable.

“It’s not safe for you to be alone this late at night,” he persisted, but you were safer outside, by yourself, than you were with him.

“I promise. I'll be fine."

You attempted to reopen the door, hoping he’d let you go, only for him to shut the door once again, sealing off your escape route before he turned you and pressed you against it.

“You can stay with me. I’ll keep you safe," he leered, leaning over you as he allowed his words to graze your ears.

"I promise," he finished.

His soothing words did nothing but fill your stomach with dread as you mulled over your options. If you weren’t getting out through the door, you had to find another way before it was too late.

He grabbed your hand, pulled you towards the stairs, and led you in the direction of what you assumed to be his room. You risked jerking your arm from his grasp, which only caused his grip to tighten. As you continued to approach the door, your fidgeting became more frantic in hopes of him loosening his hold. Due to your wild actions, he exerted more force, dragging you until he reached the door before pushing you inside.

He closely followed behind and locked the door after he entered.

“Don’t do this,” you pleaded.

“I promised to keep you safe, so if you just listen, I won’t hurt you, but don’t tempt me," he threatened before his patience was depleted.

Tears pricked your eyes at the surrealness of the situation, and the room started to spin around you as the brunt of the drink took effect.

He started to advance towards you, and in return, you took small shaky steps back to increase the space between you. But you only brought yourself closer to his intended target as your legs bumped into his bed frame, causing you to stumble back clumsily. With his help, you were pushed onto the bed, and your back made contact with the pillowy mattress that sucked your body in. You tried to backpedal as he leaned in closer, bridging the distance, but you couldn't get your limbs to comply as he hovered over you and enclosed you in his arms.

"Be good,” he cooed, situating himself above you and leaning down to reach your neck, placing soft kisses and sucking on your sensitive flesh.

You tried to pull away from his persistent lips as everything around you came crashing down. His lips branded your skin, and you felt every graze, press, and kiss. It was all too intense, but your body felt like a ton of bricks weighing you down, and acute concentration was needed to get your limbs to follow your brain signals, which was too complex for your current state.

He adjusted your body, moving you further up the bed so he could lay between your legs, grinding against you as he continued to assault your neck. You felt yourself growing aroused from the pressure of him rubbing against your pussy. Each roll of his hips cemented him closer to your body, suffocating you and permitting you to feel the heat and desperation behind his actions.

“Shigaraki, stop," you begged, but he was lost between your legs, rubbing against you desperately. You tried again, hoping to appeal to him. "I won’t tell anyone."  

“Now, why would I do that when you’re leaking for me? I see through your little facade, you didn’t want to submit to me because you wanted me to make you, but it’s alright. I'm here now," he chastised, truly believing every word that fell from his lips.

Despite yourself, your clit throbbed in response at his words and the constant stimulation.

He removed your soiled panties and skirt to give himself full access, spreading your legs until you were embarrassed at the lewd position he secured you in. His arms wrapped around your thighs, rooting you in place as he dipped his head down and latched onto your clit, messily sucking and slobbering on you.

Weakly, your hands went to push his head away despite the surprised moan that escaped you, pulling at his hair to hinder his movements. You couldn’t take it, and if he didn’t stop, you’d be putty in his hands, so you deliriously worked to remove his mouth from you.

Your struggling wasn't nearly strong enough to succeed, but he grew tired of your fidgeting and stopped his ministrations to grab your hands and force them down by your sides. Once you were restrained, he lowered himself to your dripping hole, lapping up your arousal while making eye contact with you.

His tongue urgently explored your folds as if you’d disappear any moment, savoring the taste of you on his tongue as you writhed beneath him. Time seemed to drag on as he kept edging you and intensifying the pleasure he was responsible for. With a cluttered mind, you nudged your hips against his face trying to reach your peak.

He brought one of his hands down to finger you while sucking your clit, curling his fingers and making your back arch. Your pants grew louder, and all you could focus on was the thrumming in your body. He felt your clit throbbing against his tongue, you were almost there, the pressure steadily building until he pulled away completely, leaving you sporadically clenching around nothing. You whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and hollow.

He laughed at your displeasure, “what, you wanted me to stop, didn’t you?

Your blood was boiling, and you felt too hot in your skin. And, the only thing that could sate the feeling burning you from the inside out was withheld from you. You needed an outlet to quell the tension, so your hand went down to your swollen clit, and your fingertips barely grazed your flesh before your wrist was enclosed in a tight grip.

“Who said you can touch yourself?” he sneered, “if you want something you ask nicely.”

You couldn’t believe that he wanted you to beg for him to touch you after he initially forced himself on you, furthermore, you were disgusted with yourself for debating whether to follow his command. Begging your abuser, your brain supplied, which made your stomach lurch. You pushed that thought aside and decided to focus on the present.

You sat up as much as you could, looking at him pitifully.

“Please.”

“Please what?" he antagonized, needing to hear you admit your desires.

“Please touch me. I need it. I need you,” you pleaded and blamed your actions on your inebriated state.

He smirked, taking pride in your obedience, "see how easy that was," he teased.

Before his comment could register, your attention was drawn to him removing his clothes. Your eyes focused on his erection, he was a perfect size, a good combination of length and girth, and you knew he was going to stretch you out, and you couldn't wait, nearly salivating at the thought.  

You followed suit, undressing and revealing yourself to his hyper-focused eyes. Your legs opened to welcome him, and he settled between them, grabbing your chin and forcing your lips to meet his. He leaned into you closer, overwhelming you with his commanding demeanor as you tried to keep up with his demanding mouth. His tongue roamed your mouth and took control of you.

While devouring you, he pinned your arms above your head, flaunting his power and authority over you and showing how your strength paled in comparison. Then, he pulled away from your mouth, letting you catch your breath.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he panted, freeing his dick, and stroking himself while watching you, spread out and waiting for him.

The anticipation in the room clouded the air, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. Your cunt leaked, begging him to take you and to blow out the burning ember.

You watched as he nudged his tip between your slit, gathering your juices and rubbing against your winking hole. He spread your legs further, lifting your hips to align himself with your hole, and pressed in, causing your mouth to gape as you released a breathless moan as his tip pried your velvety walls open around him. You were so pent up, and his pace was tortuous from how slow he was inching himself into you. You couldn’t take it. You needed more to scratch that insatiable itch.

“Fuck me,” you panted.

You felt him twitch inside you, “don’t start crying when it’s too much," he condemned like he wasn't equally as needy, if not more.

He pulled out and slammed back in, pressing against your sweet spot and making your back arch. Your head lolled back as he fucked you into the mattress, and you rolled your hips against his fucking him back enthusiastically.

You were a lost cause. Anything he wanted, you’d give it to him willingly.

Frenzied energy encompassed you as you worked in tandem to reap the most from each other, and the drag of his dick inside you, moving in and out, had you in a blissed-out state.

“Shigarki-” you panted, clawing at his back, “you’re so deep."

You looked down at where you were connected, watching him re-enter you after pulling out. Strings of your arousal kept you connected even as he pulled out.

His ego inflated at your disheveled appearance and you giving yourself to him.

“You’re taking me so well,” he cooed, resting his forehead against yours.

You lifted your head to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he ground his hips into yours. He reached between you rubbing your clit, and your eyes rolled back.

You didn’t want this to end, not when it felt this good. His fingers rubbed you more frantically, using your arousal to assist his quick pace. You felt yourself clenching around his length, milking him for all he had. The build-up was incredibly intense as you begged him to go harder, needing a push. His incessant pounding against your sensitive nerves, along with the stimulation on your clit had your body tensing as you came. Noises escaped you as he fucked you through it, continuing to rub your clit as your body twitched and spasmed. You creamed around him, making a mess of the both of you.

He pulled out to prevent himself from cumming too soon, rolling you over onto your stomach, and you weakly lifted your hips for him. He pushed back in, making you grip the sheets at his extended reach. In this new position, he hit all the right spots, which made your legs shake at the constant stimulation.

When it became too much, you tried to get away from the pleasure, only for him to pull you back towards him and impale you even deeper. You choked on your breath, your body feeling weak and drained as you let him have his way.

“Be good, and stay right there," he commanded, and the brainless part of you complied, wanting to please him so badly. His pants got heavier as his pleasure built up, and he pulled out before he came, slotting himself on your ass while his tip oozed. You slumped down onto the bed, too exhausted to maintain your position, while Shigaraki went to get a towel to clean you up as you drifted off to sleep, completely spent.

He smirked at your dazed body.

He might’ve not been able to get you to submit to him in the same way as everyone else, but having you submit sexually was even better. He knew this wasn't the last time he fucked you, and he would ensure it.