#cozy domestic tomura

[mogomoguz]

Watching TMNT Mutant Mayhem THAT ONE sewer scene. Tomura couldn’t handle it

How the rest of the movie went

Spinner got bullied

[s0ft-d3cay]

Our Home

Shigaraki x Male Reader | I had some family shit that came up so my writing might be more comforting and lovey dovey for a bit. Just a heads up! Hope you have a lovey day/night!!!!

WARNINGS: they make out, lots of kisses, cute domestic gay couple stuff because I need it, Tomura calls the reader a brat(Lovingly), its RELLY cute, use of Y/N

WC:1,273

"Do you want me to carry you home?" Tomura asked teasingly, the two coated in blood and dust equally. The remains of heroes now staining their clothing, Y/N couldn’t care less about the mess. Plus…the man had a way of making blood look hot on him and Y/N could never resist the sight of the liquid crimson on the other man’s pale skin.

His brain turned to mush at the small question, grinning as he wipes off his weapon. The mere idea of something so small and domestic made his heart skip. Y/N chuckle at his offer. "I would absolutely love for you to carry me home, Tomura." Y/N replied, the red eyed man grumbled out an order to the doctor. Black oil-like substance formed a poorly made portal to a lone watchtower, one Y/N had revamped to his home.

Ecstatic, Tomura moved to pick up the other man in his arms, holding him close against his chest. Looking down at Y/N with a winning smile nuzzling his cheek with his boyfriends. "You comfortable, brat?" Y/N chuckles. “Very, now come on I want you to see the house!” With an excited giggle, Y/N replied. His gaze taking in his pretty boyfriend, wandering over every detail of him.

Glances at the portal, Tomura turns his attention back towards Y/N, his expression glee and amusement as he replies. “You’re really hyping up this house of ours.” Walking through the transporting oil-like substance. Both of them now on the first floor of the watchtower. A lone two story compacted building surrounded by thick evergreen trees. Standing in front of the door to the house, a set of stairs lead to the second floor and ground below split a few feet from the door.

Tomura’s red eyes took in the environment around him silently, before he speaks up. "Your house is amazing. How did you find this?” He questioned in wonder, eyes still wavering over the building. Y/N chuckles, "Found it for sale years back, thought maybe one day I could take a break and rest.” He said bashfully with a shy smile, tilting his head towards the door in front of them. Three windows lined along the left side, sun catchers gleaming within the house. Turning and glowing with beaming rainbows cascading on the wooden deck.

The villain leaner steps in hesitantly. The house held a large bed beneath below the line and corner of windows, a full kitchen on the right in front of the door, and a couch in the far left corner of the room. The bed lays messily in sea-foam green covers, a few earthy tone rugs in rusted red and blotched greens. The kitchen fair full with a dishwasher, fridge, stone and microwave. And the lone gray couch set against the wall, what looks to be a projector hung up on the ceiling.

"It’s so lovely…feel like we’ve been here for years.” He commented with a grin, still holding the other man in his arms as he walks deeper into the house. Y/N's eyes fondly looking over all his hard work. The white haired man looking around in thought. His red eyes lingerer over the bed, "Do you mind if I…put you on the bed and we cuddle? I wanna lay with you.” He uttered softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the man’s forehead.

Y/N ponders the cuddling idea for a second before another idea come to mind. "Could I show you around the place real quick? Each room I show you, I’ll kiss you.” The man teasingly asked, his arms tightened around Tomura’s neck. "Please!” Y/N begged cutely, blinking rapidly as he playfully pouts.

“Hmm, sounds like we’re gonna have a lot of kisses...” He replies, chuckling as his eyes rolled. "I can see why you wanted to come here to relax, this place feels…cozy yet beautiful at the same time. You did an amazing job with finding this place, Y/N…” The villain praised sweetly with his raspy voice.

"And…the decorations as well as rebuilding, my love.” Y/N added on, placing a tender kiss to Tomura’s dry lips. His own soft and plush against his boyfriends rough ones. Feeling the hair white haired put him down to stand through the progressive heated kiss. "You did all of that? You truly are the jack of all trades.” The white haired man muttered out with a soft grin, kissing the man again. Y/N hummed through the second kiss, his lips curling and melting to his partners.

Y/N hum dreamily as he continued to complement his hard work. Breathlessly pulling away from their connected lips, hands moving down to Y/N's waist. Keeping the man close to brush his lips once more…then again and again, Y/N’s heart pounded with a giddy thrill. Beginning to walk through the house.

"Here we have a lovely kitchen…” Y/N leaned up to kissing him again. "Mmm…~” Tomura hums pleasantly, leaning the front of his body flush against the other man. Pulling away to halfway glance at the kitchen, then back at Y/N. Red eyes now focused on Y/N's kissed stained lips, his tongue licking his own in eager anticipation.

"What else do you have here in this lovely house of ours, brat?” Tomura questioned with a warm smile on his blood and dirt covered face. Y/N pulled him farther into the house, resting his back against the far wall as he opened a sliding door on the other end of the house. A few steps away from the couch. "Full bathroom with a tub, shower and a washer and dryer in the corner.” The man quickly uttered, allowing the other man time to look into the room. Impressed, Tomura looks around the space, his red gaze falling back to his boyfriend. Grinning as he saw him standing beside the door.

"We have our very own bathroom as well?” He asked in a soft grumble, Y/N nodded with a bright smile, pulling his boyfriend in for another kiss by his collar. This one slow and savory between the two men, Y/N pulls away with an audible pop. "Yes, we have our own bathroom…” The blush on Tomura’s face after the kiss looked angelic, given the white haired man was always angelic in Y/N’s opinion. But his soften expression, those wide eye. Y/N could replay that expression over and over again. With a shaky breath, the villain pressed his lips to Y/N's again, pushing him to the wall. A whine at the pressure of his body pinned to the wall slips past his lips in passion and hunger.

Y/N breath catch in his throat after the series kisses, leading his boyfriend toward the welcoming bed in the opposite corner, he continues. "The couch in the corner and the wall, I wanted it to be like a big nest. And right there is my record player, I connected it to speakers surrounding both levels and the outside."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Y/N watching his lover’s gaze gleam in fond admiration. "That’s it for the first floor, what do you think?” Waiting for him to both reply and join him on the comfortable bed. Tomura walks over, his excitement plain as day on his face. Jumping on the bed, laying face first with open arms and legs against the sheets and blankets Y/N laugh out, turning on the mattress. Tomura glances over at the other man from the sheets, grinning wide like a child.

"This house is so fucking cool, Y/N! I love how big the bed is and I love that there's music! This place is perfect!” He says before sitting up to kiss the man passionately and lovingly. Sighing dreamily kissing back, Y/N crawls over on top of his boyfriend, holding him close against himself. Feeling the infinite love for Tomura flow through his veins.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[achairwithapandaonit]

i have polls now thanks to the hard work of everyone who saw i wasn't using the right editor so now we must all vote on my babygirls and also yoichi who i added for my friend specifically. he may not be my babygirl but he is undoubtedly a babygirl

[fandom-smut-shots]

Fandom-based Masterlist

OAll of my masterlists have been sorted by book or series (Writer’s Block, etc) and I know that when I browse someone’s masterlist I enjoy being able to sort by fandom, so here’s most of my work by fandom. Older fics aren’t included because I don’t really want to draw attention to them, but you can find them in my other masterlists.

“Open” means I still accept requests for the fandom. “Closed” means I don’t. I do prefer that requests be made under my Writer’s Block list so that I can get it finished, but if you have a specific request you’d like to make, you’re welcome to as long as it’s an open fandom. Here is a list of characters I accept.

Multi Fandom

Shonen University (master)

Adventure Time (open)

Marshall Lee Abadeer

Photographs (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Death Note (closed)

Mail “Matt” Jeevas

Not According to Plan (fluff)

Descendants (closed)

Harry Hook

Book Shop (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Harry Hook x Carlos de Vil

I’m Sorry Kiss (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Mal x Evie

French Kiss (fluff)

Gilmore Girls (open)

Jess Mariano

Catching Feelings (smut)

Fruits Basket (open)

Hatsuharu Sohma

Out of Darkness (hurt/comfort)

Seductive Kiss (smut)

Year of the Cow (fluff)

Kyo Sohma

Home Alone (fluff)

Haikyuu (open)

Akaashi Keiji

Just an Average Day (fluff)

Kuroo Tetsurou

Favorite TV Show (fluff)

Tsukishima Kei

Awkward Kiss (fluff)

Helluva Boss (open)

Striker

Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure (master)

Miraculous Ladybug (closed)

Chat Noir

Dancing (fluff)

Luka Couffaine

Ride (smut)

Luka Couffaine x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Concert (fluff)

My Hero Academia (open)

Bakugo Katsuki

Sad (angst, hurt/comfort)

Bakugo Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou

Ugly Sweaters (fluff)

Chisaki Kai x Shigaraki Tomura

Coffee (domestic fluff)

Shigaraki Tomura

Flowers (fluff)

Shinso Hitoshi

Long Distance (fluff)

Play With Me (smut)

Shinto Hitoshi x Kaminari Denki

Bedtime (fluff)

Todoroki Shouto

Twister (fluff)

Todoroki Shouto x Bakugo Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku

Comfy Cozy (domestic fluff)

Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku

Enjoying Nature (fluff)

Once Upon a Time (closed)

Killian Jones

Forest (fluff)

Ouran High School Host Club (closed)

Kaoru Hitachiin

Stargazing (fluff)

Tamaki Suoh

Nose Kiss (fluff)

Tamaki Suoh x Kyoya Ootori

Night Beach (fluff)

Riverdale (closed)

Jughead Jones

Sharing a Shake (hurt/comfort)

Sweet Pea x Fangs

School Dance (fluff)

Voltron (open)

James Griffin

Fire (fluff) 

Keith Kogane

Boyfriend Does My Makeup (fluff, humor)

I’m Not Going Anywhere (fluff, comfort)

Pocky Game (fluff)

Lance McClain

Selfie (fluff)

Takashi Shirogane

Out to Dinner (fluff)

Takashi Shirogane x Lance McClain

Surprised Kiss (hurt/comfort)

[v3nusaphr0d1t3]

i know you want it in the worst way

crossposted on ao3: <3

rating: explicit

content warning: gay ass mfs, shameless porn, uhhhh impact play

dabi gets pegged by his roommate tomura / no quirk au / trans shiggy / camboy shiggy series

tomura had made an uncomfortable situation for himself. he currently sat at the kitchen table with his roommate, intent on devouring his half of the large pizza by himself in an unreasonable amount of time. dabi was intent on doing the same. but that wasn’t what was uncomfortable. it was the fact that recently, him and dabi had been getting cozy in between streams. it was new, and very strange.

going into this, tomura was honestly just excited for the views that he would get. but the amount of attention that he was getting because of his “chemistry” with dabi was insane. dabi would sleep in tomura’s bed most nights, or they would fall asleep on the couch together. dabi would make him coffee in the morning, or bring him chips on his way back from… whatever his job was. tomura tended to not get involved, because it wasn’t his business and frankly he didn’t care.

but he had begun to enjoy dabi’s presence in his room when he played games. his viewers had seen dabi plenty, and had taken to making fun of tomura in the stream chat. those that knew who dabi was were particularly relentless. and though tomura and dabi had been living together for nearly a year now, it felt like dabi had just recently begun making himself seen. like he had wiggled his way into tomura’s life, and slowly started to figure out his habits, breaking every wall tomura had up to keep people away from him.

hell, he started doing the chores more. it just seemed like he gave more of a shit. it gave tomura butterflies and also simultaneously made him nervous. it was one thing to fuck someone, but all this gushy shit was frightening. he hadn’t really let himself feel like that in a long time. especially since transitioning. but dabi seemed to take him seriously, and more so not really give a shit what tomura did. it was refreshing.

he hadn’t even really realized he had gotten stuck in his train of thought until dabi was waving a hand in front of his face.

“hello? creep? you with us?” dabi’s sarcasm shouldn’t have been an endearing as tomura found it.

tomura raised a non-existent eyebrow. “who’s ‘us’?” he asked, looking around to further the quip.

“me n’ the ghosts, fuck you mean?”

tomura chuckled, going back to his last bite of pizza, savoring it, and standing up to throw the box away. he set it next to the trash can and moved back to the table, sitting down with a satisfied stomach and a lingering question in his mind.

ever since dabi had made him cry on stream, he had revenge on his mind. he wanted to fuck this man into incoherency. and tomura had the advantage of being able to chose his dick size.

“hey,”

“hm?” dabi looked up from where he was staring off, holding his last slice of pizza.

“can i fuck you?” tomura asked in his plain, monotone voice.

“ain’t that what you were doin’?”

“no, i mean— i wanna fuck you. like, i top.” tomura explained as he set his head in his hands, grin splitting his face.

dabi raised his eyebrows, before matching tomura’s grin. “well, i’m not gonna say no to that. just know, you gotta live up to what i put down.”

“easy.” tomura’s competitive streak made it’s appearance. “be ready by tomorrow night, we’ve got a show to put on. you know what to do right?” tomura asked.

“yes, dumbass, i know what to do.”

“ok, ok. just wanted to hear you admit that you bottom.” tomura covered his grin with his hand, standing up and taking off, promptly ending the conversation.

the next time he saw dabi, he was at tomura’s door later that evening, just watching him play his games. this was part of a strange routine that they had developed, more time spent together recently than ever. tomura looked over and him, and nodded over to his bed, silently telling him to get comfortable. dabi did, faceplanting into tomura’s disheveled sheets and listening to the clicks of the mouse and tomura’s gamer rage.

it was nice, having company like this. it was quiet but it was nice.

and eventually, when tomura’s eyes got tired from staring at the screen, or when he got bored of the same strategies over and over again, he stood up from his chair, popping both of his knees in the process, and made his way to the bed. dabi still laid there, asleep. it was a strange and soft sight that tomura enjoyed. it made him queasy to know that he slept beside this man, completely vulnerable, but he did. he didn’t really know when it started, or what they were at this point, but a warm body was a warm body. and tomura crawled in next to him, feeling the sleeping man stir, only to sling his tattooed arm over tomura and pull them together. it was nice. this was nice.

and tomura woke up before dabi like he always did. it always confused him how dabi went to bed before him and woke up after him. he guessed some people just needed more sleep. he took a cigarette from dabi’s jacket at the end of the bed, making his way to the window to sit in the window sill, feet on the fire escape, as he lit it. he liked the watch the all the people, and his lack of sleep always fueled that interest. he only heard footsteps for a moment before dabi wrapped his arms around tomura’s waist mid-inhale, making him cough and struggle.

“you shithead! i should kill you,” tomura grumbled too loud for the morning air.

“mmm, shut it.” dabi’s morning voice was lovely, and it made the morning feel warm. no more words were said, but they were felt as dabi continued to hold tomura, stealing the cigarette from him. and when it went out, dabi entwined their hands and watched the street below with him.

it was nice, this was nice.

this type of intimacy was something that tomura wasn’t used to. but the other kind, the one they were gearing up for to stream to tomura’s viewers, tomura was very used to.

the heat in his gut flared up more as the day went on, when tomura showered, when dabi went on a run for his ‘job’, and when dabi went to go take a shower, tomura went to get ready himself. he pulled out his box from under his bed, pulling out his 8 incher. he wanted to ruin dabi and this bright pink instrument of doom would seem to do the trick. he found his harness and the lube, and laid them all on his desk as he made his bed and cleaned up his room. it was consistently a disaster, he just tried to avoid the mess making its way into his camera shot. by the time most of his shit was pushed out of view of the camera, he heard the shower turn off and dabi step out of it.

tomura sat back on his bed in his boxers and hoodie, materials in sight of the camera which was on and ready for him to press the “go live” button. his door opened, and there stood dabi in his t-shirt and boxers, looking domestic but sexy as all hell. he had a fire in his eyes as he usually did before the streams. he looked at the strap on tomura’s bed and immediately, his face was red and he was shifting where he stood.

“so— we really doin’ this, huh creep?” he murmured, eyes still glued to the toy.

“i mean— you can back out if you want, i haven’t started the stream—”

“no! no, i— i- uh. i wanna.” dabi cut tomura off, already stammering over his words.

and tomura was already obsessed with the shade of red dabi was turning. the white-haired man shuffled his way over to the laptop, making sure all of his settings were in check and all of his links worked, before looking back to dabi.

“ready?” tomura asked, and dabi nodded, sitting back on the bed.

tomura started the stream, waiting a few moments for the viewers to flood in.

“hi! welcome back, you guys are in for a treat this time. it’s my turn to fuck him stupid, as revenge.”

tomura would never get over the way he acted in front of a camera. it was so freeing, which was strange. he felt more natural in front of all these strangers than he did in public. it was absurd and he adored it.

>> hellz yeah!! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

>> Peg the cissie

tomura chuckled at that one. his viewers always entertained him, whether by being inconsolably horny or genuinely funny. either way, he turned back to dabi, grin splitting his face. there was a glint of excitement in the other mans eye, and he could tell this was going to be fun.

tomura made his first move soft, moving his hands up dabi’s tattooed legs to rub his thighs, leaning in for a kiss that was softer than the ones that they had shared before. he started everything off slow, making his way between dabi’s legs as they kissed. it was a push and pull, less biting, and less aggression. though, because it was them, playful nips were a given. tomura earned a nice breathy chuckle from dabi when he moved his hand up to grip the base of dabi’s head by his hair, carding his fingers through it.

when they had to pull away for air, tomura moved on to dabi’s neck, kissing along his jaw to suck a mark onto him, high up on his neck. practically impossible to hide. tomura liked that. dabi was still surefire, breathing only slightly sped up. tomura slid his thigh in between dabi’s to give him something to work his hips on, and he did. he grinded his hips against tomura’s thigh as tomura sucked more into his skin, biting onto the junction between dabi’s neck and his shoulder, making the aforementioned man whine almost pathetically.

“oh— you sound really pretty, dabi.” tomura was always a bit insecure of his voice, whiney and craggly, but dabi seemed to enjoy the sentiment. it made tomura’s gut clench, the way dabi’s breath caught.

“why don’t we open you up, huh? can i eat you out?” tomura wouldn’t be able to spew any filth like this if the camera wasn’t on. it was the false confidence, the performance. but the words were true, dabi really was gorgeous in this moment. tomura didn’t believe how he hadn’t seen it before.

“god— yes, yeah—” dabi’s reply was deep and gutteral, leaned back on his hands as he spread his legs. tomura took to getting dabi out of his pants, pulling his boxers down himself and pulling him by his thighs to lay spread open. tomura was on his stomach, level with dabi’s crotch as he let out little puffs of breath to watch dabi arch into nothing. it was insane how responsive the man was already, and tomura hadn’t even touched him. he had to do this more often.

“jesus— get on it with, will ya’?” dabi’s tone was laced with annoyance, looking down at tomura with a blush on his face and a glint in his eye. tomura’s grin was mischievous as he moved to kiss along dabi’s inner thigh.

“that’s no way to ask for something. you know what you want. ask for it.”

and this was where dabi’s stubbornness kicked in. his lips stayed sealed as he arched against nothing. tomura sat up, moving back from dabi and looking him in the eye. tomura took to running his fingers along the inside of dabi’s legs, up his torso, to his chest, over his nipples, and back down. feather light, only enough to make goosebumps erupt all over.

tomura could tell dabi was trying really hard not to give in. not to move. to do nothing.

“beg. i know you want to.” tomura being able to get away with being a shithead was gonna go to his head if it continued to feel this good. tomura leaned in, just over dabi’s ear, and dragged his nails over dabi’s outer thighs.

“good boys know how to beg, dabi.” his voice was still that monotone, with a hint of mockery. and dabi caved.

“please. please, please please—”

“better than that, i know you’re smarter than that, pretty boy.”

“i need you, tomura, give it to me, give me something, please—”

having dabi like this without even touching him was definitely getting to tomura’s head. but dabi had done good, so tomura moved down and licked a stripe over dabi’s hole. he heard him gasp, so without letting the other man get his bearings, he immediately began his assault, circling his rim with his tongue and running it up and over his taint to swirl the tip of his cock. he moved back down to push his tongue in with little flick, opening him up slightly with the glide of the wet muscle.

above him, dabi was trying to hold in his whimpers and moans, moving one of his hands to muffle himself before tomura, without discontinuing his attention to dabi’s hole, grabbed his arm and shoved it back to the bed. dabi’s next groan was fully exposed to the camera and was like music to tomura’s ears.

tomura knew dabi had a thing for the camera. he knew it from the second dabi asked to join him. so tomura made dabi the star this time. and by god was he doing it well. tomura pulled back and wiped his mouth with his hoodie sleeve.

“you sound really good,” tomura murmured, finally grabbing the lube and hearing dabi sigh in relief with the pop of the cap. he was rock hard and practically leaking against his stomach.

tomura poured some out on his fingers, trying to warm it in his hand but apparently failing if dabi’s hiss was any indication of temperature. he rubbed his fingertips along dabi’s hole, hearing dabi’s breathy whines speed up.

“what did we learn last time?” tomura asked leisurely, looking dabi right in his hazy eyes. he continued his ministrations, teasing but never fulfilling, just never enough to satisfy. he wanted to drive dabi insane, and patience was key. he wanted this boy to beg and pant for the camera, to scream out for him. he wanted dabi to fall apart like putty in his hands, and all he had to do was wait.

but he wouldn’t. yet again, he was denying tomura his sweet, wrecked words yet again. tomura wouldn’t have that. he removed his fingers from where they were running light little circles against dabi’s hole and used his non-lubed hand to run his fingers lightly across dabi’s inner thighs again. dabi groaned in frustration and dropped onto his elbows, giving tomura a death stare like no other. the fire in his eyes was bright, and tomura wanted to dive in and burn. he gave a lazy smirk as he dipped his hand into the crease between the other man’s thigh and his pelvis, running his finger down and avoiding the spot where dabi wanted him the most.

“fuck off,” dabi moaned these words despite their meaning, and tomura could tell that they were not meant to be taken literally.

“you’re such a mess already, and i haven’t even fucked you. come on, say what you gotta say. be good, for once.” tomura was spouting off, dripping wet in his boxers as he leaned in over dabi.

“make me, creep. make me, if you want it so fuckin’ bad.” dabi’s tone betrayed how fond he was of the situation he was in, though still whiny as all hell. tomura almost didn’t want to give him what he was so obviously baiting for. still, tomura would never pass an opportunity to whip the other man into shape.

he wasn’t the strongest, but dabi was in such a shaky state that he was able to manhandle him on his stomach with his ass up, face pressed into the pillow by virtue of tomura’s hand on the back of his head. and without hesitation, tomura laid down a smack hard enough to rattle his teeth on dabi’s ass. he saw the other man light up and he heard a groan loud enough to be loud through the pillow. tomura couldn’t imagine what the chat looked like right now. he didn’t care. they wanted authenticity, he would deliver.

tomura watched a print of his hand slowly appear on dabi’s right asscheek as dabi waggled his hips to try to entice tomura further. he decided to bite, laying another smack just as hard where his thigh met his ass, hearing a loud gasp as dabi drooled onto the pillow. and another, and another. he continued with a few more until dabi was whining into open air, little mewls and whimpers coming from where he had turned his head to the side to breathe better tomura’s hand sneaking its way into his hair and pulling occasionally.

tomura leaned over dabi, right up next to his ear, and murmured, “you wanna be a good boy now and beg for it? come on, i don’t have all day.” his fond little words combined with the stinging pain on dabi’s ass must have made the wall in his head break down.

“please, please gimme somethin’— i need it, c’mon, tomura,” dabi stretched out his lovers name like a prayer, clinging to every syllable like it would satisfy him in tomura’s absence.

either way, tomura finally spread dabi’s cheeks and slowly slid one finger in with surprising ease. he heard dabi whimper yet again, and knew he wouldn’t have to wait much longer to add a second. he did just that, working through whatever resistance the other man’s body posed him. dabi was already a puddle beneath him, little breaths driving tomura up the wall. he was about at the end of his rope here. he wasn’t a patient man, but something about dabi made him one. he couldn’t see himself spending this much time riling anyone else up, and it was strange to see this man make him so different.

he added another finger, watching with hungry eyes as his fingers were repeatedly engulfed. he curled them up against dabi’s walls and watched the man deflate. it was almost amusing.

still, he decided to finally take mercy on the poor thing and stood up to put on the harness. he heard dabi whine and turn over, hissing when his ass hit the bedsheets. tomura got his dick strapped into the harness and turned around with a half assed ‘ta-da’ gesture, smiling when dabi let out a husky little chuckle at the imagery of tomura’s bright pink strap against his black boxers.

he got up onto the bed, seeing now the product of his teasing in the way dabi leaned into his every touch. he lubed up and lined up with dabi’s hole, moving one of dabi’s legs to be on his shoulder. dabi was all limbs, so it was surprisingly easy. and for how leggy he was, he was unexpectedly flexible. tomura began to push in, making eye contact with dabi as he leaned over him, nearly folding the poor man in half as tomura laid one hand beside dabi’s head.

in this process, he had nearly all the way pushed into dabi, and the man below him was losing his mind.

“f- fuck i— i didn’ think it was that big—” dabi’s murmuring was more to himself, but the words went to tomura’s head for some reason. he was smirking as dabi tried to wiggle to get that last bit inside of him, groaning like he needed it.

“tomura, god, please,” the desperation in his voice was the straw that broke the camel’s back. tomura slammed the rest of the way in, and started a relentless pace. the impact of tomura’s clothed thighs against dabi’s raw skin was just another sensation that he could practically see the other man drowning in.

and tomura didn’t know what it was about him, his pretty eyes, his miles of tattooed skin, his long and clumsy limbs, his raspy voice and his overall demeanor, but the feelings that head built up for this man made it all the more breathtaking to watch him fall apart. and tomura couldn’t help but tell him, the camera made him more brave than he was.

“you’re pretty like this.”

“tomura, harder—”

“good boy,”

that little coo of two simple words made dabi keen, throwing his head back, long expanse of his neck exposed and just so gorgeous. tomura was going to lose it. tomura brought a hand up from dabi’s hips to his neck just to fit his hand around it. it felt dangerous, dabi so open and vulnerable for him here, opening up for tomura on film.

“you like that? you like being good for the camera? for me?”

dabi’s breathing was heavy staccato as he arched off the bed, and tomura took his over leg over his shoulder to fuck into him faster. tomura could tell he was nearing his end, hiccups of breath accentuating the way his eyes rolled back into his head at a particularly hard thrust, the drag and friction of the synthetic cock inside him too much for him to bear. he was flushed from his ears to his shoulders, a gorgeous color that tomura was currently particularly obsessed with.

“t- touch me tomura, please, i need to cum—”

“you wanna come? go on, convince me some more.”

“please, i’ll be so good tomura, give it to me, c’mon— i want it, can i? please,” he was repeating himself, so out of his own head to even produce a more intelligent answer. eventually his begging turned into these messy little moans that had tomura feening.

he sounded too pretty, and yet again tomura caved.

he swiped up some of the precum that had accumulated on dabi’s stomach (gross but effective) and started working dabi’s cock in time with his thrusts.

“cum for me, dabi, you’re allowed. you’ve been good for me, come on,” tomura coaxed the other man along as he finally reached his orgasm, spraying all over his own stomach and even managing to land some on tomura.

dabi took a while of deep breathing to finally calm down. in that time, tomura ended the stream with a warm goodbye and promise for more and went off to get tylenol, water and a rag.

wiping jizz off your fuckbuddie’s stomach wasn’t supposed to be particularly tender, but the way dabi’s eyelashes fluttered until the soft touch made tomura’s heart flutter. gross. dabi was a blushy mess, he presumed because of the other man’s prior begging and pleading for tomura’s dick.

“hey, tomu?” his words were barely above a murmur.

“hm?”

“you didn’t get off, did you?”

tomura had completely forgotten, so caught up in dabi’s pleasure and entertaining the viewers in the heat of the moment that the throbbing heat in his dick was slammed back into him at the mere mention of it.

“get yer’ ass over here,”

[tiffersthenerdyficrecs]

EraserMight Misc Fics

Please by LevySutcliffe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Category: M/M Fandoms: EraserMight - Fandom, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Sakamata Kuugo | Gang Orca, Uraraka Ochako, Sensei | All For One, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Gran Torino (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, barista aizawa, Mob Boss Yagi, Cute, Flirting, Rescue Missions, Handcuffs, Kissing, eventual erasermight, hospital stays, Angst, Kinky Toshi, Ticklish Aizawa, Spanking, Light Bondage, Rimming, Anal Fingering, handjobs Summary: Everything went wrong. Absolutely anything that could go wrong, did. Now Shouta Aizawa had to deal with the fact that all of the people he ever cared about, were dead. But when a handsome stranger offers assistance and a second chance, Shouta has to choose just how far his revenge game goes and what he is willing to sacrifice to achieve it.

Loved by Lightning by LevySutcliffe

Rating: Mature Categories: F/M, M/M Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Jirou Kyouka, Mineta Minoru, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Nezu, Shuuzenji Chiyo | Recovery Girl Additional Tags: Witchcraft, Love Potion/Spell, Full Moon, Momentary lapse of judgement, One-sided EraserMic, Kissing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Dates, dinner date, First Kiss, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Top!Yagi Toshinori, Bottom!Shouta Aizawa, Love, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Implied Sexual Content, Implied Momo/Jirou Relationship, KiriBaku is Mentioned, Hickeys, implied injury, Happy Ending Summary: Some of the girls from Class 1-A decide to brew a love potion to bring two teachers together. Madness ensues when more people than they bargained for drink the potion.

Peachy by wintersblight

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Additional Tags: Ass Play, Rimming Summary: “I said, they should call you Symbol of Peach instead of Peace.”

Because You Knew by LevySutcliffe

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Cute, Fluff, Barista Yagi, Cat Cafés, Reading, Books, References to Shakespeare, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe, Everyone's Quirkless, Yagi Listens to Frank Sinatra Records, Cooking, Baking, Yagi Is Domestic, Book Reccomendation, Librarian Aizawa, Comic Book Artist Hitoshi, Yagi's Shy, Pining, Mutual Pining, Clive Cussler - Freeform Summary: Toshinori Yagi runs a cozy cat cafe, and is curious about his favorite customer, a certain tired, rumpled-looking man named Shouta Aizawa, who loves books, cats, and coffee.

The Persistence of Sunflowers by TheTrickyOwl

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, David Shield Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Feelings Realization, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Fluff and Smut, Florist Aizawa, Tattooist Yagi, Feelings, so many feelings, First Time, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dirty Dancing, Dirty Talk, Drinking, Sappy Ending Summary: As one of the top reigning tattoo artists of his city, Toshinori Yagi prides himself on creating wholly unique pieces for every client that strolls in through his door. But when his dark and intriguing new neighbor -- a sullen florist named Shouta Aizawa -- unexpectedly books a tattoo where Yagi is charged with making all the final decisions, he has to delve deep into figuring out the man who does everything in his power to hide himself and his heart from the world.

Tangled Silk by LevySutcliffe

Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Yagi's Shy, Aerial Silk, silk dancing, Friendship, Pining, Mutual Pining, light gambling, Hizashi and Nemuri are good friends, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Aizawa's Sexy and He Knows It, Hizashi's a Troublemaker, Yagi is Uncomfortable in his thin form, Stretching, splits, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Comfort Summary: One night at Hizashi's club, Yagi discovers that Aizawa has a secret talent.

It'll take some convincing, but maybe, just maybe, Aizawa will agree to teach him!

(And maybe, just maybe, our favorite homeroom teacher will learn to love the sweet and shy former Symbol of Peace)

The Dangers of Silence by LevySutcliffe

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Additional Tags: Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Suicide, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Harm, Depression, References to Depression, Overdose, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Depression is everywhere.

And it's always the happiest, bubbliest people that hide it the best.

Goodnight Moon by LevySutcliffe

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight Additional Tags: School Age Aizawa, School Age Yagi, Memories, Cute, Fluff, Confessions, First Kiss, Inspired by Music, Song Lyrics, Aizawa can Sing, Age Difference Summary: Aizawa had been in love for four years.

And he was miserable.

Because he was in love with his oldest and dearest friend, and he had no way to tell him.

[yourhero404]

Serene.

Day 5 of @shigarakiweek! I have nothing really to say about this one except: Tomura, I feel your pain :^)

DAY FIVE

Prompts: birthday/holidays/domestic

Description: Families don’t provide enough quiet time, especially Tomura’s.

Tomura took in a deep breath, feeling his chest rise rapidly but fall gently.  

God, his eyelids were heavy- it felt like years went by before his eyes even opened slightly. Finally, however, he was able to see the dull grey, concrete ceiling above his head- the thick material causing the room to hold the morning frost.  

He groaned before rolling onto his side, bundling the blanket around him to block out the cold breeze. It was warm and inviting, it felt empty- but in a positive sense. There was nothing worrying him at this point- nothing besides how cold his nose was- which was simply fixed by burying his face within the plush of the blanket around him. He closed his eyes for a moment, his mind threatening to fall back asleep. It was quiet in his room, the only sounds filling it were his own breathing and the low background music of some sort of video game.

Struggling to open his eyes again, he noticed a soft light hitting the glass of water that sat on the stand beside his bed. He watched as the warped reflection danced across the side, small, faraway characters bouncing in anticipation as they wait for him to un-pause the screen and continue on the adventure he started the night before. He sighed in the realization that he should get up before he slept the day away.

One step at a time. He sat up, running his hand through his hair while keeping his pinky folded against his palm as a reflex to keep his quirk under wraps. He dropped his hand in his lap and used the other to prop himself up. One blink, two blinks, three of them until the room around him finally came into true focus and he noticed how tidy it was compared to usual. A pile of clothes were tossed on the floor and days old take-out boxes littered any surface available- he could still sort of smell the most recent ones, he’d have to do something about that.  

His eyes swept around his room- video game cases were thrown about, otherwise, it seemed so bland in there. No color, nothing of significance, nothing that requires more thought than the simple necessities- and he liked it that way. It put him at ease, knowing he didn’t need to worry about ridiculous things like that; He had been told that you decorate a home to make it feel ‘warm and cozy’. His room was cold; this wasn’t his home in the first place.  

Or was it? After all, he did reside here, and it was where he returned to every night. Whatever it was to him- he liked it there, just like it is now. Peaceful, quiet, domestic.

He tossed his blanket aside, finally feeling awake enough to start his day. Upon standing, he felt the joints in his body pop as he stretched out- it was a welcomed feeling compared to how stiff he seemed to remember being. Tomura’s dresser was empty- he apparently needed to get some laundry done, or just buy new clothes- he sifted through the pile on the floor and grimaced as he tested each one to find the least worn pair.

As he pulled the shirt over his head, the smell of food hit his nose- good food, not the days old things in his room- and his stomach started to growl. Who was cooking? Whoever it was, they certainly caught his attention.

It was weird, how normal he felt. His morning was... mundane. It was so easygoing- he felt like he was floating. His body wasn’t numb, no, but just... dazed. His body and mind both felt so light; It was as though he were floating amidst a sun-kissed lake where the water was warm and the current was nonexistent. Tomura felt... great. No headaches, no worries, just a slight hunger and a surprisingly well-rested body for once.  

His eyes were closed as he opened the door, opening his mouth as well to ask who was cooking; Crashing sounds and shouting hit his ears immediately as his words died on his tongue. He opened his eyes to see an utterly chaotic scene in front of him, and immediately let his face fall to one of exhausted annoyance.  

Members of his league were fighting each other- Toga apparently felt the need to jump on Dabi’s back and hold a knife to his throat while Dabi took it upon himself to crash into anything in his way to get her off. Tomura could hear the shouts of encouragement from Spinner to utilize the bar and various pillars in the room, however, conflicting shouts from Magne rang out telling him to leave her alone. Others stood around the room, either ignoring them, commenting on their ignorant behaviour, or tossing things in their direction to tried and hit one of them- there were loud bangs against walls, shattering glass, splintering wood- the works. There was even a small fire in the corner that Kurogiri was attempting to put out.

Tomura took a step back into his room and slammed the door shut.

He had felt so serene this morning that he had long forgotten what his life was like now- loud, chaotic, surrounded by idiots.

This was as domestic as it was going to get for him, wasn’t it?