#shigaraki x black reader

[blkluci]

MHA boys and the reader fighting p2 please!!

Aizawa Shoto

Sero Hanta

Denki Kaminari

Shinso Hitoshi

Shigiraki Tomura

You don't have to do all but if ur able to, TYSM!<3

𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔/𝒎𝒆𝒏 and you fighting pt.2...

CHARACTERS )) hanta sero, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinso, shota aizawa, tomura shigaraki.

PLOT )) a headcanon of the boys seeing you fight.

A/N )) thank you for your request @thisisxli!! i'm glad that you enjoyed the last part :) hope you enjoy this one and to everyone thanks for all the love on my other posts, i truly appreciate it. feel free to send in more requests guys! reader is a pro-hero in aizawa's hc!

[ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 ] sero is a laid back guy; which is one of the reasons you decided to date him (on top of his charm). when he was there to experience a random girl from ua, get into an argument with you, he stood and analyzed everything. he made sure to not let anything go overboard and pull you away when things got intense. "how 'bout we avoid her from now on, yeah?" now two days later when shawty pulled up talkin' bout fight me, he let you have her.

... hanta's eyes watched every movement intensely

... he made sure that no one jumped in while you handled that

... you were on top of the flailing girl

... knuckles meeting her face every time

-> "keep punchin' bae."

... when some friend of the girl try to jump in, he taped them up

-> "it's a fair fight, back up."

... when he seen that you've got girl leaking he pulls you off

... strong frame holding you in place

... his lips curve into a smile while watching you yell at the girl

-> "BET YOU WON'T DO IT AGAIN!"

... he's proud of you standing on business

... makes sure that you avoid all fights after

... there for you when you get scolded by aizawa

[ 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 ] this boy kaminari loves the drama as long as he's not a part of it. and most definitely wouldn't want to hear his beautiful girl's name out of anyone else mouth, even ms kendo from 1-B. he brings the situation to your attention. nonetheless asks you to no fight, in school at least, and tells you to let him know if she say anything else. "I'll put on a wig if needed." it turns out he'd need to for the next day.

... when you texted denk to let him now you beating her after school

... he made sure to pack it up real quick after class

... you catch the girl outside, asking her wassup and she dropped her stuff

-> "dayumm!"

... denki winced when you punched her jaw

... the sound echoing along with the other heavy hits you planted on that head

... his capturing everything he screamed from behind the camera

-> "WORLDSTAR! beat her 'ah babe!"

... possibly tased the girl while you beat her

-> "QUIT PLAYIN' WIT ME!"

... just then cementoss pushed into the fight to break y'all up

... denks acted like he wasn't videoing and helped out

... was sent to the principal with you

... makes sure to zoom in on the girl bloody face on cam

... denki most def seems the type to post it to twitter

[ 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 ] shinso ain't bout all the confrontation. he will totally brainwash the person to walk away. that's how much he doesn't care. hearing you tell him about some girl antagonizing you, he asks you if you want him to brainwash her. you told him it wasn't necessary because she wasn't gon do anything. "even if she does try something, walk away." easy for him to say.

... toshi looked for you during his bathroom break

... your class was in the gym for combat practice right now

... opening the door to peer his head in, hitoshi spots you

... however, you're soaked with water

... next thing he knows you jump on this girl

... you pull her hair and knee her face

-> "damn."

... people crowd and alert ectoplasm

... toshi decide to brainwash him just to give you extra mins

... the pent up annoyance in you fueled your punches

... when the girls friends start pulling you off

... toshi wastes no time rushing to you and breaking the brainwash on ecto

-> "IMA KEEP CATCHIN' YOU! I SWEA'!!"

... hitoshi pulls you away at takes you to the nurse to ice your hands

... softly kisses them while smiling because of how you handled her

-> "i think you be her enough baby. she can't take no more."

... keeps a keen eye on your every move from that day forward

[ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀 ] aizawa told you about ms. joke being obsessed with him when you first coupled up. and he knew you wouldn't be fond of hearing that. saying the day she gets too comfortable, you'd smack her up. "that won't be necessary hun." oh but it is. she really thought showing up to his job was a good idea. toshinori being a real one, hit you up and let you know.

... you walked down the ua hall and looked for the teacher lounge

... nearing the door you heard a woman laughing

... your blood was boiling

... in an instant your eyes fall upon shota being cornered by ms. joke

... all he heard was rapid footsteps when he turned and seen emi get punched

... eyes widen at the culprit; YOU

-> "y/n!"

... you were about to attack the girl again but used his bands on you

… you shouted for him to let you go

… the lady charged at you in that instant

… ngl, she got you one good time on your eye

… now you felt mad

… aizawa sighed as he loosed his grip and let you go

… you started wallin’

… your first was like super smashing her face in and aizawa sipped the coffee that he made

… eventually he decided to break them up as students that passed by were whispering and some even videotaped

… when he pull you off, all might walked in helped the joke get up

-> “NEVER THINK ABOUT PUSHIN’ UP ON HIM AGAIN”

… aizawa wrapped your lips up

-> "i told you that wasn't necessary. but thank you."

[ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 ] i feel like shigaraki wouldn’t be to fond to seeing you fight. more so over petty things. he doesn’t have a care in the world about people fighting being that he has hatred in his own heart. but to know you wanna fight over him, he thinks it’s stupid. “fighting over me is a stupid idea when i’m already yours. but knock yourself out.” his response wasn’t what you wanted but he gave you permission so cool.

… there was a new girl member added to the group

… she was young too

… but her attitude stunk

… so during the meeting you asked her if she wanted to fight

… little miss attitude stood up

… and you popped her

… y’all was going at it and she tried to pull you to the ground. ultimately failing

… kurogiri tried to help break y’all up

-> “no. let 'em fight. that's what she wanted right?”

… hearing him say that made you a bit more angry

… you used that on the girl

… pulling hard at her hair and repeatedly thumping her face in

… hit after hit, the girl was giving up

… when you knocked her out, shiggy allowed kuro to interfere

-> “WE COULD GO ROUND FOR ROUND! IM NEVA TIRED”

… shiggy walked over to you and pulled you away to a different room

… he takes the hand off his face and stares you in the eyes

… his face serious

-> “did you get it outta your system?”

… you grumble and he tells you that you got her good and no more fighting

… or else he’ll get you

in every situation [no matter what the circumstances] be thankful and continually give thanks to God; for this is the will of God for you in Christ Jesus. (‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5‬:‭18‬ ‭AMP‬‬)

[plussizeficchick]

Silver Linings Playbook | Shigaraki x Chubby! Reader

Summary; Shiggy’s got a dirty secret and well, you’ll make the most of it.

Warnings; smut, sub! Shigaraki/dom! reader, P in V, panty sniffing(quite a bit), masturbation, spit kink, scent kink?

Sn: this was originally requested by anon but I could never do the request justice fr, but I hope you like it!

He knows he’s utterly depraved, but he can’t help himself.

Ever since he’d first stumbled upon your discarded underwear, he’d made it a habit to pick up the piece of fabric.

At first, he hadn’t even thought of sniffing them, content with the feel of it rubbing against his aching cock, imagining it was you sliding up and down his dick. He thought of cumming into the fabric, before having you step into them, his warm seed settling onto your cunt. The perverseness of it.

But then, during one of usual escapades, he accidentally dropped the sullied undergarment on his face. The scent of your juices sent a shiver down his spine and it didn’t take long before his cock was pulsing, body tensing as his cum splattered against his abdomen.

He needed more.

— —

You enjoyed this little cat and mouse game you were playing. 

At first, you were a bit annoyed. He stole some of your favorite pairs! But after a while, you began to feel flattered. 

It’s not often you find out your boss uses your panties to get off.

So you decided to indulge him, even occasionally rubbing your clit through the material, your juices leaving behind a sticky mess. However, you were starting to become restless.

It might be time to make things a bit more interesting.

— —

You figured the best way to get what you want is to “stumble” on him snatching them up, and you knew just when to do it.

Typically, you and Toga would head out, steal a few things you’d had your eyes on, stir up some trouble for some heroes then find your way back. Enough time to slip in and out, his prize tucked securely in his pocket.

So imagine his surprise when just as he’s about to pick up the heavenly piece of fabric, he hears your voice behind him.

“Well, well, well. What’s this we have here? Boss man stealing my panties?” You tsk, circling him. He avoids eye contact, ashamed at being caught red-handed. “I was just-” “What do you do with them?” You interrupt. Shigaraki stares up at you aghast, sputtering over his words, “W-what? I- you-” You cup his chin, focusing his gaze on you, “I said, what do you do with them? Show me.” 

You walk towards your bed, situating yourself comfortably, patiently waiting for the show to begin.

Shigaraki is nervous, of course he is, but his cock has also never been harder, your words going straight to his dick. He takes his time, slowly peeling away his shirt, and jeans, but he hesitates when he gets to his boxers. “Give them to me.” He hears you say, no, demand. He bristles, looking up at you with wide eyes, seemingly just noticing you’ve forgone your clothes too. “What? You can have mine, but I can’t have yours? Hand it over.” 

His dick twitches.

He slowly removes them, standing to put them in your outstretched hand. “Well? Give me a show.” You instruct, practically shooing him away from you. He grabs the panties he was planning to steal from you, the cute white ones with the little bow on the front, but now he wishes he’d waited, the pink thong practically riding up your pussy lips looking much more appetizing. 

He teases himself first, brushing his fingers sparingly over the tip, pre oozing along his fingers. He shudders, wishing desperately it was you touching him, even just a kiss.

He settles for bunching up your panties against his nose, spreading the pre-cum from the tip to the base of his cock, pulling a small hiss from himself. God, you smelt heavenly, it was a scent he never wanted to go without, wanted it on his face all the time.

He didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes till they shot open at the sound of you moaning, the sound pulling his attention and fuck, you were a sight to see.

You were rutting into your hand, rubbing your pussy through your panties as you watched your boss get off to your panties. It was so utterly debauched, the sight of your cunt soaking through your panties, the wetness sticking to your fingers. He wanted to taste it. He was so fucking close.

“Stop.” He felt his world crash around him.

“Wh- why?” He practically sobs. He was right there! “Because, baby,” You say, peeling the ruined piece of fabric off. “I want you cumming in me.”

He could cry.

Shigaraki wastes no time, practically jumping into the bed before you stop him. “Wanna ride you.” Is all you say before climbing on top. 

You sink down on him slowly, easing his cock into your slick cunt before rolling your hips, setting a steady pace. He’s panting, the feeling of your velvety walls sucking him in earnestly stealing his breath away.

He loses his mind when you start bouncing on him, your tits jiggling tantalizingly in his face. “Suck on them, make me feel good, Shiggy.” And that’s all he needs to hear.

He wraps his arms around your plump waist, holding you steady against him as he pumps himself inside you, his cock slamming deliciously into your g-spot. He takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue laving over a bud, his teeth grazing it slightly. Your pussy clenches, the wet schlick! sound from your combined union somehow making you hotter, the coil in both your stomachs getting that much tighter. You pull him from your nipple, bringing him into a hot kiss, your tongues dancing together as you moan into each other's mouths. “Cum for me, please.” He practically begs, his cock near to bursting.

With those words the coil snaps, your orgasm washing over you like a wave as your pussy tightens up on him. You can hardly manage to form a sentence, but there’s only one coherent thought on your mind.

Shigaraki doesn’t realize what’s happened until he feels you run a thumb along his bottom lip, his mouth automatically opening for you. You open your mouth, a glob of spit trailing from your mouth to his before you take your soaked thong and bunch it into his mouth, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his lips. “Cum for me, Shiggy.” 

He’s never seen stars quite like this before.

— —

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[sunflower1experiment]

Handkerchief

Shigaraki held the handkerchief in silence, his lips were healing slowly because of the balm given to him while his eyes had a wet warm towel which was the handkerchief given to him. It was strange to have someone care for his wounds but here they are, even after everything: His cruel behavior, his crimes…

“You know I could…”

“Kill me? Harm me? Bring me to ash?”

[Name] Held the male to his chest, “I don’t care…until you’re doing better you’re my patient.”

Those words always hurt. Every moment spent together they were told to stay hidden and right when things took a turn and he was burnt to a crisp. [Name] ran forward to his aid, catching his body to let the waterfall of tears fly while the other villains took them to safety. “That’s…they’re not a villain.”

Deku stares in awe, “How can someone still protect him!? Or even be a bystander in all of this!”

“Because they care for Shigaraki.” Shoto points, Deku and Enji spot them rubbing a balm on Shigaraki and brushing his hair to the side.

Shoto continues to explain. “If anything happens to her his reaction will further explain their relationship.”

As they fought, with vigorous efforts and resilience their eyes widen as they see [Name] holding his hand but he shoved them aside. Their eyes widen, and Deku ran over. Catching them in a quick manner, but as he led them to safety his mind goes to the world of other heroes.

“They’re actually a known source of treatment towards him. They have a quirk yes but…they never knew about Shigaraki until he became a Nomu.” Deku’s eyes soften as he looks to their unconscious teary eyed form.

“Please, if you can…” they sob softly, “Save Shigara..I should’ve kept an eye on him as his friend but I failed and they did this to him.”

More tears start pouring down. “If he dies all my hardwork to heal him will be for nothing.”

“But, [Name] He’s a villain. Why would you waste most of your time and life for a villain!?” They don’t respond, “Because he’s my hero and I’m his civilian…he doesn’t want to be healed yet lets me. Knowing he can use any other means.” Their eyes look down, knowing that even though they’ll go to prison. The least they could do is have the chance to heal their loved one.

The male was gripping the Handkerchief tightly after watching [Name] go into custody, his eyes were sullen from losing them: yet the handkerchief was enough to calm the pain from being chapped….

“I’ll keep it safe [Name].”

[kleftiko]

you’re bodies are sticky, pressed together as you lay bare. your head against his shoulder as he cradles you, staring up at the ceiling, the fingers of his right hand tracing up and down your skin.

not too long ago he was gripping handfuls of it greedily in order you get you infinitely closer to him, glutinous mouth leaving blotches of possession across it, but now he soothed it with feather light touches as you slept peacefully. the only thing on his mind is wondering why it’s so soft. how could he still feel your smooth skin under the calloused pads of his hands. how could something this soft exist in such a harsh world.

but it didn’t matter when that soft noise escapes your lips, sleep riddled body instinctively curling up against him for comfort. god, he’d let the world burn for you, if only to feel the soft touch of your bare skin against his forever.

kageyama, IWAIZUMI, sakusa (hq) LAW, zoro, ace (op) gojo, geto, YUJI, choso (jjk) giyuu, SANEMI, iguro (kny) yami, nozel (bc) DABI, shigaraki, aizawa? (mha)

[b1ackg1rl-mag1c28]

♡♡More of perv shigaraki♡♡

Perv shigaraki who is so obsessed with you that he has a whole stolen collection of your used panties. It makes him throb and leak knowing that your bare lips touched this fabric. He makes him shiver knowing that you leaked all of your slimy juices on them. He likes to bring the wet patch to his nose and take a big, strong whiff. He needs to have your scent etched into his brain. Every inch of his lungs his filled with nothing but your scent. Might take it a step further and licked the crotch so he can taste what remains of you. And it taste like heaven. No sweet candy or high quality dessert could every compare to your sweet and addictive juices. He tells himself one day he will get to taste it straight from the source. He's so nasty with it cause one of his favorite things to do is wear your used panties on his face and stroke at his redden and leaky tip. It feels like his brain is melting and every nerve is on fire. He needs all of you. It makes him throb and shiver just dreaming about the day you allow him to pump his fertile cum inside your gummy walls. Dreaming about feeling your walls tighten around his aching cock, ready to pump you full of everything he needs to give you. One day, he keeps telling himself. Maybe one day you will finally let him suck on your puffy clit with your juices all over his face, with him pleading you to finally let him cum. After all, he has been a good puppy for mommy.

[cxvii666]

no context situationship txts w/ ten:

FEATURING!

HANTA SERO, suguru geto, natsuo todoroki, rintarou suna, keigo takami, eren yeager, tomura shigaraki, jean kirstein, hitoshi shinsou, testurou kuroo, katsuki bakugou, issei matsukawa, toge inumaki + ur favs ofc

[shiggcel]

getting called shiggy's "good little girl" as he frantically fucks into you

[kinq-sleazee]

MDNI| toxic relationship, accidentally hurt by his quirk, gaslighting, manipulating, suggestive content , a need for therapy :(

shigaraki cries when you threaten to leave. no, not earth shattering sobs but silent tears that spill from the ducts as he watches you pack. you’re turned away because you can’t bear to look at him. “i knew you would leave me… just like everyone else”. his voice is hoarse and raspy, a dejected tone that claws at your soul. you pause your actions, clutching at the handles of the suitcase to take a deep breath. he approaches tentatively, like a lion studying a lamb. “i can’t keep doing this, Tomura” he winces, disgusted by the bitter sound of his given name from your lips. “how many times do i have to say m’sorry, angel”? the man reaches for your bruised and bandaged arm—evidence of his temper. “didn’t wanna hurt you, baby. just wanted you to listen, you know i hate it when people don’t listen to me”. you snatch away, tears threatening to fall. “people ?” you hiss, “I’m your girlfriend , tomura. you don’t get to treat me like your minions!” he goes silent. you still haven’t looked at him. and chest heaving with fists clenched. and even with the vortex of emotion he can only focus on one thing. “you’re so beautiful when you cry”. it’s dry and mirthless, your laugh. “god—you’re sick”. he shrugs, “you’ve known that from the beginning”. he’s right about that , at least. you’re still not looking at him and he needs that to change. he knows if you’ll just meet his eyes then it’ll be fine ! “it’s not my fault that i’m like this. i was beaten, bruised and abandoned. being discarded is why i am the way i am” he sniffs, “i just hoped that you…” he trails off, knowing that your kind heart wanted nothing more than to comfort him. he can see it in the way your hands flex. “don’t you love me anymore, angel ?” your body stiffens. he has you now, and he knows it. hook, line and sinker. of course you meet his gaze, eyes brimming with tears. so full of love and utter devotion. it’s foolish really. you’re too good for this world. too good for him. he knows it too but he is a deteriorating corpse in a vast desert and you are a tropical oasis. you are his salvation. he needs you. and you love him. crimson renders you motionless, with him walking you backwards against the wall. “baby, my angel” it’s whispered against your skin. his head tucked in the crook of your neck to graze the sensitive flesh there with his teeth. “i need you, angel. don’t you know that ?” his tongue trails upwards, a glistening path up your face to capture the salty tears that linger. roughly, he palms your breast and gropes your ass. small pecks across your cheeks until his lips meet your own. you try to resist, really you do, but his teeth break the skin making you gasp and he bullies his way against your tongue. the kiss is raw and passionate and bloody and you feel yourself drowning once again. “you are mines, angel. i’d kill us both, before i ever let you leave me”. it’s not a threat, it’s a promise between lovers , whispered sweetly as he falls to his knees, pulling your tights down with him. a kiss is pressed to your mound, followed by the rough pad of his thumb. your knees buckle, but he holds you steady. “don’t worry, baby, i’ve got you. i’m never letting go”. you made shigaraki cry when you threatened to leave, but he made you cry and beg to cum.

[barbies1shots]

masterlist/rules     ᰔᩚ𓂃 ⋆·˚ ༘ * 20s

kinktober2k24 aizawas little girl...

@aizawasbarb

[gamblersdoll]

hello! request for katsuki (and other mha guys if possible) that gets horny when you’re in your moo-moo.

thanks !💕

katsuki gets turned on in both ways, one ways because of the fact that you feel comfortable around him and hes all for it. and because he doesn’t believe in lingerie. hes biting his lip, gazing at you in silence.

izuku gets a nervous hard, because he knows what your body looks like underneath the moo moo. he finds it dirty, because moo moos are like night gowns, right? and it doesnt show your curves. (think of it like you wearing baggy clothes, but you got a brick house body.)

shouto gets interested in moo moos, but he finds himself wanting to go down on you when you wear it.

kaminari is just a menace. will absolutely try to hike it up or cop a feel. he knows moo moos are primarily thin, so he can feel everything in between.

kirishima has a thing for a soft tummy and tits, so if you wear a moo moo and not wearing a bra? he doesnt have to activate his quirk.

aizawa just stares alot, seeing how comfortable and free you are. going to sleep in it is a different story, because hes slowly pushing up the fabric while telling you just how sexy you can be and sliding his cock inside just to cockwarm.

hawks truthfully some reason doesnt care too much, he doesnt really see the point in moo moos or anything. he sees it all over tik tok and hes just like “.. so a twenty twenty four night gown?” (but you still look good.)

shigaraki is just in somewhat awe, because he has a thing for waists. if the moo moo somewhat hugs it, hes trying to push down his cock.

dabi just burns the material.

[xxknockoutxx]

𝑴𝑯𝑨 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔' 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑷𝒕.𝟐!

[kleftiko]

❦ HOW MANY KIDS DOES HE WANT

cw: none, this is fluff

i add to this intermittently :)

♡ a million. he wants a whole army of little ones running around. he has an endless list of names picked out and he just can’t help but feel like the most pure way to express his love for you is to create a little life and raise a wonderful person with you.

— HAWKS (mha), gojo, yuji, CHOSO (jjk), kuroo, bokuto, ATSUMU (hq), kiyoshi, kise (knb), julius, yami (bc), rengoku, akaza (kny),

♡ one or two. loves the idea of raising a child or two with you. he wants to watch and nurture a life, he wants to be the best father he can. he wants to support his child and find out what kind of person they’ll be with you right by his side. doesn’t even care if they’re biological.

— fatgum (mha), megumi (jjk), KITA, daichi (hq), akashi, kuroko (knb), nozel, fuegoleon (bc)

♡ doesn’t matter to him. it’s entirely up to you, it’s not like he would grow them in his body anyway. he has unconditional love for you, and if you chose to bring a child into your lives he will love them as well. will love you with a child, will love you without.

— aizawa (mha), LEVI (aot), nanami (jjk), sakusa, iwaizumi, kageyama (hq), kagami, murasakibara (knb), william (bc), giyuu (kny), kakashi

♡ get those things away from him. will hiss at them. doesn’t have a way with kids, it’s not a good idea. if you really DO want a child, he will give you one. but he will never, EVER, admit that he loves the little bastard. you think you see him cuddling them in the middle of the night? nope, get your eyes checked.

— SHIGARAKI, dabi (mha), sukuna (jjk), tsukishima (hq), aomine, midorima (knb), sanemi, obanai (kny)

[ierr]

❥# — 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰 angst to comfort?, crying, softie shigaraki,

☆ — 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 this is his last visit.

❣︎ — 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 this is for all the shigaraki lovers (including me). this takes place in season 5 so slight spoilers but it’s not a big spoiler, so I hope you guys enjoy 🫦.

next story is bakugo!

“ 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖫𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖵𝗂𝗌𝗍 “ 𝖳𝖮𝖬𝖴𝖱𝖠 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖦𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍

❤︎︎# — SHIGARAKI this was going to be his last visit he did for a good awhile.

it made his heart clench. a feeling that was entirely new to him, he won't be able to see, or even touch you..the thought of not being able to do those things made him irk but he had to do it. since his quirk— decay has gotten a lot stronger and more adapted the doctor agreed to giving tomura what he wanted.

the league or anyone else hasn't said anything to you yet from his order— wanting to tell you himself. so here he was, by your bedroom door watching you sleep. you looked so..peaceful. you were hugging a pillow with the covers half off your body wearing the little bonnet he had gotten you. he sighed walking towards the side of your bed crouching down a bit, luckily since he had gloves on he got to touch you one last time. he placed his hand on your cheek, with a short smile something he's never genuinely done before. you shifted a bit feeling a cold hand on your skin, groggily, you epened your eyes. It was blurry but once you gain vision you were able to see, tomura was in front of you and he looked..a bit different?.

his usual blue hair was now white, his face looked more sharper and clean and his body? he was more muscular, he was wearing a black shirt that hugged his body really well. what was he up to?. almost immediately you placed your hand on top of his, yawning. "you didn't break my door this time did you?." you joked, tomura shook his head with a small smile, "no, I didn't." and his voice too? more deeper and raspy. but you nodded your head, "you sound different..let alone look different. you hit puberty?." you joked now sitting up as tomura rolled his eyes with a sarcastic laugh, "funny. but no I didn't, I assume it has something to do with my quirk adapting.." you spoke a small 'oh' as you took a. strand in your hand. it looked nice. “would you be mad if I said this hair color fits you more?.” he shook his head with a small grin, you also smiled.

"good, because it does. I’ll miss the blue hair though” you chuckled “..but what're you doin here? aren’t you supposed to be somewhere?." he hoped you wouldn’t have asked this question, you seen the reaction on his face. he looked..upset? furrowing your eyebrows you grabbed ahold of his hand. "what's wrong my love?." your soft voice..his hand twitched against your own looking down, "this will be my last visit for awhile." confused. "what do you mean, last visit?." he looked up this time, "doc agreed to give me what I wanted after I proved myself to him." he looked down at his hand, but..doesn't that mean..your eyes widen a bit, "I don't know how long It'll take bu—!." you cut him off by hugging him tightly. he almost fell over by how fast your Impact was but Instantly wrapped his hands around you, his heart clenched again. he didn't want to leave you but after so many long months— years..he finally got what he wanted.

from the tremble of your body tomura knew you were crying but trying so hard to not make It noticeable. you clenched tighter against his neck not wanting to let him go, but you had to. shigaraki softly caressed your hips letting this moment sink In. never in a million years would he had thought he would feel like this, clenching heart, smiling..you were the only person to get him to break. to be so soft too, he would do anything for you, kill for you. he loves you. after a few minutes or so you pulled back from him with a smile of your own, tomura looked at you with soft eyes placing his hand on your cheek wiping away the remaining tears. you looked so pretty when you cried. "as long as you come back to me I'll be fine." you chuckled, he gave another small smile, "I always come back to you sweetheart."

"I'm holding this against you." you teased leaning In to take his lips with yours which he Instantly accepted. the kiss was soft and warm, yet so meaningful. the kiss you shared soon broke apart, leaning your head against his, ”you have to promise me one thing.” he spoke, you looked at him with a nod, “anything.” he breathed In then out, “stay out of the city. I don’t want you caught up in that mess let alone getting hurt. so promise me.” the look in his eyes were serious. despite being confused of this request you nodded your head, “I promise.” he nodded, “good.” — "despite that, how long till you leave?." shigaraki hummed, "not till tomorrow." — "then let's make the most of this.." when you said this, he instantly knew what you meant. you wanted to cuddle with him, laid in bed with him. right when you hit your comforter again laying on his chest, you fell asleep. even though you didn't want too, sleep took over you almost immediately. but as for shigaraki he couldn't sleep knowing this is the last visit before awhile, he traced a long your back and hip sighing. he's going to miss you so much. he knows the league will take care of you by his orders but it still ached him that he had to leave you. all the hate he has in his heart he was able to make a tiny space just for you.

his one love.

[morgana-ren]

Come down to the Black Sea VII

Merry Honda-Days and Toyotathon everyone, here's the latest chapter of that story that everyone has forgotten existed lmao

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, attempted assault, slight sexual content, one very pissy, overgrown fish and bad writing. It's getting worse folks, much much worse. Soon there will be plenty of uh debauchery for all. I swear.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

Who is the first to burn?

 What an absolute hell-day. 

The café had been swarming with customers to the point of overflow, and you'd barely gotten a chance to rest your throbbing, aching feet— or even take a damned breath without someone practically breathing down your neck for you. 

With the entire island abuzz with the news of the gruesome beachside slayings, anyone with free time and not much else to do had congregated in social forums and restaurants to speak in hushed tones and exchange gossip. 

Small communities don't have much going on in the way of excitement, so they swarm like bees to honey to any sort of scandal, and it seems that a potential murderer walking among the population is the best form of news to get people in all up in a bluster. Sure, the police had said it was likely an animal attack in their press conference, but people love to talk, and it turns out that a murder is much more titillating than a displaced predator. 

Oh yes, the tips had been great, but you could barely feel your legs, and exhaustion was rapidly taking hold. You’d had another date scheduled for tonight, but in the wake of things, you weren't sure if you could even keep your eyes open long enough to cancel it. A quick apologetic text and a promise to make up for it later is the best you can muster before the dreaded drive home. 

Thoughts of crawling into bed and sleeping through the next afternoon occupy your head, mind on autopilot as you navigate your way back to your apartment. The winding road takes you by the shore, and you can't help but stare longingly for a brief moment before the light turns green. Twilight turns the sky a velvet purple, ocean lapping gently against the sands, and once more, your thoughts turn towards the sea. On nights like this, you’d used to visit the beach, basking in the silence and peace of nature. Truth be told, you miss it terribly; it feels as if a piece of yourself is missing as you deny yourself the opportunity to visit your once special place. 

The vicious sea creature lurking beneath the waves has robbed you of that. 

Vindictive, but more so, utterly drop-dead exhausted, you take the turn the opposite way towards your home– and duvet cover tantalizingly waiting on your bed– instead. 

It’s a rink-dink pop-up apartment that costs more to live in than it likely cost to build the entire thing. It’s not much, but it’s home, and it’s yours– and right now, there’s nothing in the world you want more than to be inside, curled up under the covers layered on your cheap, shitty mattress. 

You’re almost home-free, pulling into your designated parking spot when you spot her : A sun-tanned, leather-skinned older woman that you'd rarely seen without a bent cigarette between her bony fingers is smoking just outside the stairwell. 

Lisa. The resident nosy neighbor. Clearly, news about the beach had reached her as well, as she’s perched in the stairwell like a vulture waiting to pounce on the rest of the unsuspecting tenants and entrap them into a lengthy conversation about her thoughts on it. 

Eyes almost rolling out of your head, you can’t help the audible sigh. You don't have the energy to converse with her, but you steel yourself, knowing it's entirely unavoidable. She's clearly hooking for conversation, several butts lying scattered around her ancient brown sandals. The best you can do is try to cut it short– as short as you can with a woman like Lisa. 

You almost feel bad, being so catty and dismissive of her. She's a very nice lady; she's just exceptionally chatty– and nearly deaf to social cues— and you aren't feeling up to it right now. The only thing you give a good goddamn about is the sink of a pillow. 

“Hey Lisa,” You stifle the sigh that threatens to escape, pulling your bag from the passenger seat and slamming the car door shut with a tired swing of your hip. 

“Howdy kiddo!” She smiles at you, light from the setting sun spotting through the patterned holes in her wide brim straw hat as she nods at you in acknowledgement, clearly gearing up for the whole conversation with barely contained eagerness. “You hear the news?”

“Yep,” You fumble through your bag for your keys, trying to give a clear hint that you aren't in the mood for a chat today, even knowing it's pointless. “Been at work all day. Hard not to. You know how people here talk.”

“Well, I'm glad they let you outta there before it got too dark. It's not safe out there anymore. Not like it was when I was young. You know, used to be you could sleep on the beach and not worry about a thing.” 

That was never the case. Lisa sees things through nostalgia glasses, as is evidenced by her attire, which might have been considered hip at one point before you were even born. 

“Yeah, it's a real shame.” 

“It’s a shame alright,” She inhales another drag from her cigarette, ashing onto the concrete beneath her as she shakes her head. “They were probably good kids. Hurts my heart to see folks so young gone before their time.” “Who?” 

“The kids that were killed— Well, kids to me ,” She purses her wrinkled lips. “About your age, if I had to wager. Nothin’ but youngins. They were having some kind of party on the beach when the tragedy occurred. Such a pity their life was cut short like that, especially in that way. What a travesty.” “Yeah, it’s awful,” You yawn, half intentionally, half unable to help it. “I’ve been warning the city council for years that they’re infringing on mother nature, and she’s going to bite back one day. Looks like she has now. She can be brutal, when she wants to be. You know, I told them about that new harbor. You seen that thing? Like we don’t have enough around here. Pokes right at the boundary line.” You nod, not really sure what else to say. It’s clear she wants to spark a discussion, but your head is a mass of fog and exhaustion, and you’re drawing a blank. Thankfully, she seems to get the hint, frowning slightly as she moves to let you pass up onto the stairwell.

“Right, well, you must be tired– you take care now, girlie. Don’t be staying out too late. Something is stirring on this island. Been here long enough to know something ain’t right.”

“I won’t, Lisa. I’m going straight up to bed. I’m wasted.” 

“Good,” She flicks the butt onto the floor, stamping it beneath her shoes before reaching into a half-empty pack for another, apparently still set on fishing for conversation from another unaware person just trying to get home for the day. “Heart can’t take losing anyone else. Old lady can only take so much heartbreak.”

You offer her a sincere smile before continuing on your way. She’s a genuinely sweet woman– lonely, if you had to guess. She doesn’t seem to have any children or family of her own, thinking of herself as some kind of den-mother to the apartment instead. Normally, you’d be more sympathetic to her, but right now, all you can think about is crawling into bed and curling into a ball. 

“Take it easy, Lis. Don’t stay out too late either.” 

You drag yourself up the metal stairs, footsteps heavy and echoing off the metal steps and against the concrete walls. With one last look at the sunset, you flip through your keyring, more than ready to fall into the sheets. You insert the key and–

The door handle turns without you needing it. 

That’s odd. You’re damned sure you locked the door today. Pretty sure, anyways. It’s possible you didn’t. You were a bit preoccupied, after all. It might’ve been one of those little mental slipups. Either way, you’re too tired to worry about it. With a shrug, you kick open the door with a nudge of your boot, hurtling your body through the archway like a stone. 

Your apartment is dark, and left with a pounding headache from overwork and undernutrition, you don’t even bother with the lights. Instead, you fling your bag onto the sofa, where you resolve to deal with it tomorrow. Right now, you want something to calm your churning stomach. Lunch breaks are a fantasy when things get so busy, and you’d only been able to shovel a few bites into your mouth between rushes.

Poking your head in the fridge, you note over the half-eaten leftovers strewn about the shelves, something foul-smelling clearly hiding amongst them. Whatever it is, it’s permeating what little good food you do have, pulling out a few things of tupperwear only to throw them back in disgust, shaking your hand off as if it could wave away the stench.

No dinner tonight, it seems. Even if the lack of food wasn’t enough to turn you off, the smell certainly is, and waiting for takeout sounds like the worst idea you’ve ever had. Tea for dinner it is. 

The stove hums to life, the burner transforming into a bright, scalding red as you fish the teapot from one of your cabinets. It’ll take a few moments for the water to reach boiling point, and it should be just long enough for you to slip out of your day clothes and into something far more comfortable. Nothing in your life has ever sounded better than getting out of these pants and into something light and airy and comfortable.

The hallway is dark, and you nearly trip over a pair of shoes you must’ve left there earlier. The last few days have left you scatterbrained and in disarray, and clearly you’d been letting yourself lose sight of your mental faculties. Forgetting to lock the door, kicking off shoes in the hallway, and who knows what else you’d been neglecting. Tomorrow will have to be an organizational day– but you’ll deal with that tomorrow when you have the ability to process it.

Fumbling through the dark, you manage to find the closet, shucking off your shirt and kicking your pants off your legs as you reach for a clean tank top and a pair of sleep shorts on the shelf. You hear your phone vibrate in the pocket of your work pants, but you can’t be assed with it right now. You don’t even bother fishing it out as you kick your pants to the side. There is no one in the world you feel like talking to right now. Not even your scorned date who is probably bummed you decided to cancel. You are too, to be fair, but you wager you wouldn’t be much fun right now. 

As you unclasp your bra and slide the straps off your shoulders, you could swear you hear some kind of thump behind you. Creaky, miserable old apartment has you scoffing under your breath. Probably the damned AC unit thunking out again. Yet another chore to add to the list of shit to do tomorrow– not that the superintendent will do anything. As far as he is concerned, you pay to sleep here, and that’s that. 

The teakettle starts to whistle from the other room, and you shuffle your dirty clothes to the side, shutting the door to the closet and stepping back into your bedroom. Your eyes haven’t quite adjusted to the darkness, but you swear you see movement .  

It’s far too dark to truly observe anything in the shadows, but it leaves you with the lingering feeling that something is wrong . Something that sends your hackles raising and a shiver down your spine. Nothing seems out of place, but something feels off . 

You try to shake it clean, ignoring the strange bristling that has the small hairs on the back of your neck rising, opting for the kitchen instead. Everything that has happened lately must have your brain fried and your nerves on end. Or you might just be exhausted. 

Yeah, that seems right. 

The kettle steams and pops as you pull it from the burner, filling an old mug with the water and stirring in a teabag. It smells adequate, and you're halfway through inhaling when you swear again that something moves out of the corner of your eye. You haven’t slept properly in days, and the dull light of the setting sun must be playing tricks. Shadows dancing on the walls. The awful news playing on the edge of your mind, making you paranoid. Whatever it is, it can wait.

It's nap time, and not even the God of the sea himself could stop you from it. Nor can that edging fear that grips at the fringes of your mind and won’t relinquish its grip. 

From the hallway, you can see the finishing line. The pale outline of your bed in the darkness, soft and waiting, inviting and utterly perfect. You don't bother flicking on the lights to settle in first. It's so close now, you can practically feel the pillow. The tea goes onto the nightstand, and you're not sure that you'll be awake by the time it's cool enough to drink. You fall into the feathery mattress, so ready for sleep that you swear you're already practically half way there. Your eyes close, not even bothering to worm under the covers. 

Finally . 

Your body sinks into the feather bed, limbs falling limp and relieved exhale inevitable. It’s unbelievably comfortable in a way you could swear it never has been before, and it feels like you’re wallowing in a cloud. It’s so close now, the sweet, lovely embrace of rest–

But that strange, terrible feeling stays sharp on your mind, ever insistent and refusing to quiet despite your whinging mental protests. 

Something has you on edge. Some subtle thing that doesn't feel quite right. Something uncanny and off that has you shifting restlessly. Your body is so exhausted that you can barely think straight, but something raw and primal and cold has lodged itself in your gut, refusing to let go. 

You try to ignore it. Try to shrug it off as typical weird day strangeness. You flip onto your back, trying desperately to will yourself into the sleep you'd been so desperate for. Your stomach churns, anxiety and adrenaline racing through your veins for no real discernible reason, and even as you grasp for rest, it slips through your fingers. 

The short hairs of your body stand on end, that dreadful feeling of being observed without your knowledge edging into your mind. What was once a persistent tired warps into a cold dread, your heart pounding, something urging you to run–

Your eyes open of their own volition, scanning around for something . Something abnormal, something wrong. You're greeted by nothing but blackness, but you swear, you could swear —

“You humans are so dull. No wonder you’re all half dead already.”

You did not imagine that. Your eyes dart in the direction of the noise, blood like ice and hands beginning to shake. Body paralyzed in fear, refusing to move. That voice, it sounds like—

“It's a– how you say– modern fucking marvel you haven't been killed off already.”

Sparking to life like an old motor, your body shoots up off the mattress, heart thrumming in your ears and legs quaking but ready to bolt. Your feet hit the cheap carpet, knees bent and poised to flee. How is it possible, how is it possible?

A heinous cackle resounds through the room, echoing off the thin walls of your apartment. That hideous laugh that haunted your dreams the first time you'd heard it. 

“T-Tomura?”

This has to be a nightmare. It has to. 

A frantic look around greets you with two horrible red eyes in the shadows, glowing faintly in the dark. Somewhere in the dim light, you can make out the shine of ivory teeth, beset by twin sets of fangs, bared in a snarl. Your hand slaps the nightstand, determined to prove to yourself you must be losing it. A flick of the light on your table only proves true your worst fear. 

He’s here.

Like a horrid shadow, a monster clad in black, a figure stands in the corner of your room bearing down on you. Tall and imposing, menacing as he glares you down with horrible red eyes.Whatever reason he’s here, it cannot be good. Your mind swims through memories of your last encounter: The ferocity, the viciousness, the vindictive and sincere way he’d lunged at you. He’d wanted you dead– and now he’s here to finish the job. 

A desperate rabbit cornered by a fox and left with no other options and, frankly, nothing to say to him, you bolt . 

Like a newborn fawn on stilted legs, you tear towards the door of your bedroom, almost tripping over a pair of wayward pants. You barely manage to catch yourself on the wall, scrambling to right your balance. There's heavy football behind you like the beat of a drum, approaching inhumanly fast. You claw at the door frame, desperate for the extra momentum. Another cruel laugh, this time immediately behind you.

He's on you before you can even manage a scream, large hand encircling your neck, sharp nails dimpling painfully into the soft skin. Squealing and dizzy, he rips you to your feet with a fluid and disconcerting ease, tossing you back on the mattress with a shove of his arm. 

You try to scramble backwards on the bed, efforts squandered as his frigid, clawed fingers wrap themselves around your ankle, yanking you forward once more. Fear and horror mix a caustic cocktail in your gut, kicking fruitlessly at your assailant. His soft chuckle is almost somehow more dastardly than his shrill bark of laughter, sending a riptide of terror through you as he approaches, your leg held in his unrelenting iron grip. 

“How is this possible?” The words force themselves from your throat, your hands clutching the sheets as if they could protect you somehow. “You can't— it's not possible!”

“You arrogant little idiot,” he spits, a guttural growl overtaking the ends of his sentence. “You don't know what I'm capable of. But you'll find out.”

“But you're— your tail and— But –” 

His other hand curls into the neckline of your tank top, the fabric audibly stretching between his fingers. “ Disgusting , isn't it?”

He pushes forward, your head pulling instinctively backward as he leans closer. An overly large hoodie envelops his upper body, with an ill-fitting pair of black jeans riding low on his hips. The hood is pulled over his head, pasting a smattering of frazzled silver hair to his forehead and over his face, leaving only his chapped, snarling mouth visible to you. 

“ How ?”

Another derisive laugh, mouth curling into a twisted grin. “I'm capable of all sorts of things you can't even fathom.”

The metallic, acrid scent of copper becomes palpable and assails your nostrils as he leers over you, and even in your terror, you begin to notice suspicious, dark stains spattered over the fabric of his ill-fitting clothing. Sand stubbornly layers in the creases, rubbed obstinately to the cheap cotton, and you notice strange rips and tears far too clean to be organic and ‘hip’ all over his attire. 

Still, it’s not until you see the barely visible logo for a local college, bloody and half-torn from where it had been ironed on, that it hits you. 

The clothes aren't his. They can’t be. 

He took them. From his victims.

“Jesus— it was you !”

“You'll need to be more specific,” he grins. 

“The beach! Those college kids— the massacre— you killed them!”

He rolls his slitted eyes, an obstinate sense of  pride still shining through his dismissive expression. “Don't act surprised . You thought someone else had finally had enough of your kind to do something about it? Don't be stupid.”

“God— how could you? They were innocent—”

Snorting air through his nostrils, he scoffs. “Innocent? There's no such thing for one of you ,” He pushes your back further onto the mattress, torso leaning down and head pushing closer until he's so near that you can feel his breath puff on your collar bones as he scents you. “Besides, it's your fault.” 

“I didn't kill them!” 

“But you made me do it. Didn't you?” 

“What are you talking about?” You try to shove at him, feeling his chest against yours. The burn in the back of your thigh from how he’s stretching your leg wails and whines, but it’s a dull roar compared to the cacophony of fear that blares in your brain like a siren as you hear him snap his teeth. 

“I couldn't even eat them all. I wasn't even hungry ,” he giggles maliciously, driving the point of cruelty home. “They died because of you, you know.  Because you had to be a stubborn little brat.” 

“You're a fucking monster,” you hiss, anger starting to bleed through the fear. “Don't you dare blame me.”

“If you'd have let me do what I wanted, they'd still be alive,” Softly, he huffs onto your neck, raspy voice laced with faux-sympathy. His hand releases your newly-maimed shirt to trace his thumb over the hollow of your throat, fingers eventually settling to rest on the precipice between your shoulder and neck. You can feel the tip of his claw prick at your skin, threatening to sink deeper. “So it's your own fault.”

“ Fuck you!”

“Offer still stands,” He mockingly grins, tongue lashing out against your pulse point as you recoil. “I'm sure I could figure it out in your clunky human form. The outcome will be the same either way. I wasn't hungry then, but I am now. Starved , even.” 

His fangs graze your flesh, finally removing his hand from your ankle only to anchor you down by the hip instead. His grip is steel, claws sharp as razors resting threateningly against your skin. You whimper as he chuckles, tongue lapping more insistently this time. 

“Where's all that fight now? All that brattiness you had? Not so brave now that I can touch you, are we?” His fingers tighten on the rounds of your hip, nails divoting just enough to punish and leave you twitching. “It doesn't matter now.”

Hate sparks your survival instincts, your arm slowly moving to the side and praying the movement doesn’t catch his attention, your hand desperately searching for something— anything— you can use against him. It reaches the cool wood of the nightstand, fingers fumbling about for a grip on something weighty. 

“It doesn't have to hurt,” He pants, fingers beginning to wander beneath the hem of your shirt. “I can be merciful— if you beg me.”

“Like hell ,” you spit, longing to tear those terrible eyes from his head as they scan over you.

“There's a girl,” He exhales in a ragged way that leaves your gut shooting through the floor, hand slinking to squeeze at the rounds of your waist. His tongue slips through his teeth one last time, lapping at the tender spot on the crook of your neck until you’re certain it’s gone raw. “I'll almost miss you when you're gone.”

Faster than you can register, his lips latch, fangs driving into your yielding throat without pity or remorse. Your mouth opens in a wordless cry, scream caught like a flightless bird in your chest. He wiggles above you, worming his way further onto you and clutching for leverage as he gnashes. His teeth are like knives, your blood warm and feeling horrifically uncanny as he tears into you almost teasingly with every whimper and whine, clearly testing the limits of his restraint. You can practically feel his every synapse longing to rip into you, quaking with ravenous need. A true predator, held back only by the leash of his own urges.

It will only satiate him for long. He's supping on your fear— your terror— reveling in his own victory. 

You won't let him have it. 

It's now or never. 

Your voice strains with pain and adrenaline, your shaking fingers curling around the handle of the mug of tea, still almost warm against your flesh. 

“The feeling isn't mutual!”

Driven by pure survival, it’s over in a flash. With as much momentum as you can muster, you bring the ceramic down on the top of his head. There's an audible thunk hidden somewhere underneath his animalistic howl, and your body slams into overdrive, kicking him off of you with every ounce of hidden strength you have as his fangs release their hold. Faster than you knew yourself capable of, you're off the bed, hand still cradling the sodden mug, body hunched in a defensive position, unsure of whether to fight or fly. 

He turns to face you, mouth still wet with your blood and eyes ablaze with fury. His hands brandish those dastardly claws, so eager to tear you apart. Abject terror nearly nails you to the spot, a deer in wretched, red headlights, but some hidden strength drives you to throw the heavy mug square at his head and make a break for it. He narrowly dodges it with inhuman reflex, lip curling into a vicious snarl as it smashes against the wall instead, shattering into fractured pieces that scatter across the floor of your bedroom. 

You don't stick around to hear what he says next. Feet pounding the carpet, you take off down the hallway, desperate to reach the front door. So close, if you can just get outside, you can call for help. You can almost feel the air from outside, hand reaching forward towards the handle—

“ Get back here! ” 

Fingers snag in your hair, nails grazing your scalp and ripping you backwards, a high-pitched cry erupting from you as agony sears through your spine. Your back hits the wall of the hallway hard enough to bruise, a cold hand curling around your neck once again and squeezing hard enough that it leaves you gasping.

“You little bitch .”

The back of his hand meets your cheek with uncanny strength, and now it's your turn to taste blood– your own – as one of your teeth juts into the tender, soft flesh of your inner lip. You see double for a moment before your eyes manage to focus in on his face. His expression is twisted into one of hateful rage, teeth bared and dyed a watery crimson. Another yank forward only to slam you against the wooden wall once more, your head making a hideous crack as it makes contact. Pain explodes through your skull, tears forming on your eyes against your own will. 

“You could have made this easy,” He tightens his grip on your throat until you struggle for breath, hiccuping air pathetically where you can. “But now? I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to make it hurt .”

“Go to hell— you overgrown clownfish—”

“Talk tough while you can,” Five sharp pains where his fingers dig into your skin. “Soon you won't even be able to beg me to stop.”

You slam your bare foot into his bony shins, trying to kick him off. You swear you hear him chortle, tongue flicking out over his lips. A stray picture frame clatters to the ground at your struggling, glass shattering as it makes contact with the floor. 

“You humans are so weak. It's pathetic. ” he loosens his grip only a modicum, just enough to watch you flounder in his grasp. You grab at his wrist, raking your nails across his pale skin, tearing at his sleeve and leaving red welts in your wake. If he even notices your weak attempt to pry him off, he shows no indication. 

“Let me go!”

“I don't think so, you sniveling little brat. I gave you a chance, and you spit it back in my face.” 

“What are you even talking about! You're the one who threw a fit and attacked me again out of nowhere! I didn't even do anything to you!”

“You're just like the rest of your kind,” he growls, spitting the final word like an insult. “You understand nothing .”

“You don't even try to explain! You just— you just get all pissed off and start throwing tantrums!” 

His face contorts, and then evens out. “Do you really think mocking me is the wisest idea?”

“What does it matter? You're going to kill me either way!” 

“True,” he shrugs, lips curling upwards into a sinister smile. “You might as well just let it happen. Let this all be over.” 

You wince as he leans in again, legs kicking wildly, ankles pounding the wall of the hallway. 

“Yes, soon, it'll all be over, and things can go back to the way they should be. You'll be gone , and I can forget all about this and you —”

Something pings in your brain. As you scratch and claw at his skin, something nags at you. Something he’s said.   It doesn’t add up. Even your fear-shackled brain recognizes that something is off . He can hate you, sure, but all of this? Forgoing the sea, dragging himself through a city he loathes filled with people he wants dead? Risking life and limb and his prized freedom simply to teach you a lesson? He could have waited and watched, but he didn’t . He was willing to bet it all to see the light leave your eyes and suffocate the lingering flames of your influence on him. Behind the terror of the situation, the logic cracks apart and begins to break. 

Through some effort, you manage to drag your gaze away from his hate-filled one, eyes flickering to the pale of his bony wrist, your fingertips brushing against a bit of fabric tied around it. 

Clothing. Your clothing. The scrap he’d ripped from you in his last monstrous fit of rage. 

Something clicks. 

“S-sounds like you’re the one with the problem–” You try to force a snigger, laughing in the face of death. “You think killing me will make it all go away, huh?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He sneers. 

“Don’t I?” You heave air into your lungs where you can beneath his steely fingertips, body panicking at the looming suffocation. 

“No, you don’t!”

 “It’s almost romantic. You made yourself human just to get little old me– ” 

“Shut up .” 

“N-nah,” You offer him a cruel smile, equal parts spite and amusement. “Got you really twisted up, doesn’t it? Never been told no?” “You’ll be quiet if you know what’s good for you–” 

“Don’t think– Don’t think I will. And I don’t t-think that’s what you want either, if you think about it.” “You will ,” He tightens his grip. 

“Did it make you that j- jealous ?” 

Another slam before you can even finish the word. Your head is spinning, pain splitting your skull in two. Your head lulls, eyelids fluttering. 

“Y-you can’t take it– being told– n-no,” Your head swivels loosely. “And that’s why you’re here. I mean, that—” You inhale raggedly, regaining your strength to glare up at him with unrelenting accusation. “—Or you’re that lonely .”

“You have an awfully big mouth for an idiot about to die!” “Admit it,” You swallow, cringing at the taste of pennies in your throat and tinging the taste buds on your tongue. It’s thick and sickening, but you power through. “You were bored . I’m the closest thing to entertainment you’ve had. The closest thing to a friend. You missed me–” 

“You’re a pathetic human whore . I came here to end you like you deserve .” “Did you?” You grin up at him, your own teeth slick with blood. “How’d you find me, Tomura? ”

He says nothing, but his lips twitch ever so slightly. There’s that murderous glint to his eyes, a fire feeding into an inferno, but you can’t help pushing. It feels like he’s accidentally revealed some sacred part of himself against his will. Some baleful, forsaken, deep place he keeps hidden even from himself. 

“And now you’re in my apartment, t-trying to kill me. Or is it your own misery you want to snuff out? You think if you kill me, it’ll all go away–” 

“I’d kill you and every other filthy human if I could,” He says, eyes flashing and voice full of conviction. 

“But you can’t ,” You cough, still trying to breathe through his steely grip. “So now you’re here.” 

“Not yet. But I can sure as hell kill you .”

It’s a gamble. A huge one. But the way you see it, the bad end will come either way. 

“And let me guess, you think if you kill me, everything will go back to the way it used to be? That the crippling loneliness will subside, and you can go back to sustaining on pure fucking hatred alone? ‘Kill your friends and you can miss them’ type of deal? That you can pretend that you never cared at all? Fool even yourself?” 

Looking back at your ‘friendship’ with him, it seems more antagonistic than anything, but for him, that’s probably the only contact he’s had in ages. There may be others of his kind, but you have an inkling that they are either gone, or he hasn’t seen them– or isn’t welcome among them. Despite his best efforts to appear otherwise, he has the quiet desperation of a man who hasn’t been heard and allowed his sadness to fester and harden into molten rage, oozing and destructive and directionless. 

“We are not friends !” 

“Fine line between care and hatred. You just seem like you can’t tell the difference anymore. You’re here trying to murder me and that doesn’t happen when you’re as apathetic as you claim to be.” 

“You’re a fool.” “And you’re lying to yourself! You think killing me will make it go away? You think that ache will stop? Stop and think for a fucking minute, Tomura! You have no plan, no prospects, and the entire island on high alert. You risked your life to be here and do this. You think that’s normal?” 

“It’s your fault!” He hisses, spitting words between his teeth. “I hate you!” “Well at least you can admit you feel something! ” 

He growls, a low rumble in his chest, but again, he says nothing. 

“Look, if I disappear, people will come looking. I have a job, family , people that will know something is wrong. They’ll find you here, and you’ll be carted off to be a glorified science experiment for the remainder of your life. You’ll never see the ocean again. Is that what you want? Is this really worth it?”

Silence. The wheels in his head are turning, and while he will never admit it, there’s the tiniest flicker of dubious doubt there. “Your only hope of ever making it home again is to let me live– unless you’re willing to die for me. For this . I could take you back, and we can just– just forget about this. But that’s your only chance. If you kill me, it’s game over. For both of us.” 

A stand-off between the both of you. His white-hot stare, eyes like malignant rubies boring into yours, steeling himself against your invasive words. There is no part of him ready to admit anything close to what you've accused, but the pressure on your body doesn't increase. Frozen, a violent moment in time suspended for what feels like eternity in amber. 

You're certain he could have waited like that for an age. A never ending nightmare he's more than happy to keep you held hostage in. 

At least, he would have. 

Something catches your attention. A noise that isn’t your wild thrashing or his whispered threats. A thumping noise, a bit too rhythmic and controlled to be from your struggle. 

Just down the hall, someone is knocking on the front door. 

It only takes him a moment to realize as well. He looks at you, and you look at him, both of you in a stasis. His hand on your neck, your nails dragging against his wrist. An endless moment with the both of you frozen in a tableau of violence.

“Darlin’, you in there?” 

Lisa . It’s Lisa. Oh, you could kiss her. 

He shoots you an accusing glare, as if you had planned this from the start. A large hand slaps over your mouth, fingers still flexing on the rounds of your throat. His body bullies you further into the wall to stay your struggling, doing everything in his power to keep you quiet. 

“Not a single word,” He hisses. “If you even try to scream, I’ll break your neck.”

It’s difficult to breathe through his large hand cupped on the latter half of your face, leave alone through the pressure on your windpipe, but you obey, nodding to his command. If nothing else, it might buy you a bit of time to think. 

“I heard some commotion from downstairs, so I thought I’d come check on you. Are you in there?”

Neither of you move a muscle, entirely frozen in place. Moments pass, but you know Lisa. She’s persistent. She won’t be leaving.

“Sweetheart?” she's pounding on the door insistently. “You’re worrying me. I know you’re in there. Is everything okay?”

“Don't fucking move,” He reminds you. “I'll kill you both .”

Lisa, nosy as she is, is a good woman. You don't want her hurt. You keep your mouth shut, even as you could scream. She keeps knocking, even as you pray for her to leave. Think, think, think–

Tomura’s entire body is tensed and coiled like a cobra, each muscle pulled taut and poised to strike. He seems caught between fight and flight; his instincts screaming that he turn tail, but his hatred demanding he stay. More humans is the last thing he wants, but he refuses to allow this to have been for nothing. He won’t get the chance again.

“Well, that does it. I'm calling the cops!” She croaks from outside the door, panic rising in her throaty voice. 

His eyes widen the tiniest bit, and for the first time, you see it. Fear. He can't take on an entire department. Guns drawn and ready and eager to brutalize. At best, it cuts his plans short and kills him. At worst? They take him alive. 

That. You can work with that.

His smothering grip on your face muffles what you try to say. His eyes flick to you, and against his better judgement, he eases it the tiniest amount. Just enough that you manage to squeak out a sentence, but ready to clamp down again if you’re foolish enough to try to yell.

“She's not going to leave, and she will call.”

“Then perhaps she needs to die –” “People will notice her missing. Two missing people in the same apartment? There’s no way in hell you’ll make it back to the ocean. You won’t make it anywhere! They’ll cordon off this entire block. We’ll be dead, but so will you. Or worse .” 

He seems to panic for a moment, eyes flitting about, and gripping tightly. He clearly didn’t plan for nosy neighbors– if he planned at all. “And how do I know you won't run anyway? You humans are stupid like that–” 

“I don't want you to hurt anyone else! If I run, you'll just kill us both, like you said! I’m not in any grand hurry to die!”

He seems to deliberate for a moment, fingers flexing and eyes narrowed as he realizes his time to decide is running short. Even as he tries to hide it, there’s the tiniest hint of panic hidden behind the wrath of his expression. 

“Look, the longer you wait, the more likely it is she’s calling the police. Then we’ll both have a lot of explaining to do that I know you aren’t keen on. I can make her go away, but you need to trust me.” 

He flinches at the word trust , mouth pulling into a snarl. 

“You don’t have a choice!” You remind him sharply. “Go ahead and answer the door yourself if you want, but her seeing a strange man in my apartment isn’t going to ease her suspicion!”

He huffs, hand pulling from your mouth to ball at his side. The other still tenses threateningly on your neck, even as he realizes he’s been bested by unforeseen circumstance. 

“ Fine ,” He releases you slowly, questioning his decision even as he does it. “But I'm listening. And if you so much as hint— ”

“I won't!” You rub at your sore throat, voice croaking. “ Now give me that robe! Inside the bathroom door.”

He seems perplexed, but does so, throwing it carelessly over and watching intently as you pull it over your shoulders and cover your freshly bruising neck and bubbling bloodwork smeared over your chest. 

“Just– Just stay here! Don’t move! And don’t let her see you!”

You unlock the padlock to the door, just noticing the damage now from where Tomura must have forced his way in earlier. Great. No way in hell you’re getting your security deposit back now. A flustered Lisa stands outside the doorway, cellphone in hand, smelling of stale and acrid cigarette smoke.

“Hey! Hey— sorry,” You offer her your best ‘ I swear nothing is wrong’ smile. “I was a bit tied up.”

“I— Jesus, girl. Are you okay? There's been one hell of a ruckus coming from up here. You're bleeding—” Her eyes settle on your temple where you’re certain a dribble of blood is matting in your hair.

“C— Closet shelf fell on me when I was changing out of my work clothes,” you smile, wiping your hair out of your face. “I knew I shouldn't have put it up myself. Came crashing right down on me. Broke all my stuff right on my head.”

“My God, that’s horrible! I knew I should have told the superintendent to do his damn job and come up and help. Do you need an ambulance? Here, I'll call—”

“No!” You almost snatch at her phone, panic rising as you can practically hear Tomura gearing up. “No! Really, I'm okay. Just a bit of ice and a few bandages and I'll be fine. It looks worse than it is.”

She gives you a skeptical look, trying to peek into your apartment in a less-than-inconspicuous manner. 

“Honest. I'm fine! Just a bit of a shock, is all. Scared the hell out of me, but I'm fine. I’ll fix it later. I’m just exhausted, is all. I want a nice bath and some sleep.”

“I—”

“If it's bad, I'll get it looked at,” You insist, unsure if you’re more desperate for her to stay or to leave. With the threat of the malevolent creature perched in your hallway, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice, you decide it’s the latter. 

“I don't have insurance, Lis. The café can’t afford it. You know I can't go to a hospital. It'll put me in the poor house. I can barely afford anything as it is, leave alone medical bills.”

It's a dirty card to play, but it's honest, and more importantly, it works. She pauses, shoulders falling in defeat after a moment as shakes her head, slipping her phone back into her pocket. “Damn shame, the state of things. Ridiculous.” 

“Yeah,” you force a rough laugh, trying to appear calm and composed even through your rabbiting heart. “I'll take it easy. I'm going to lie down. It’s not that bad. It just looks that way.”

“Alright, honey. You know to call if you need anything, right?” 

“I do. Thank you, Lisa. Really.”

You mean it sincerely. Her interference probably saved your life… for now.

“Do you want me to stop by tomorrow? Help you clean up?”

“I’ll let you know. I’ll give you a call either way and let you know everything is alright.”

“You better,” She pokes at your chest with an orange acrylic. “Don’t go scarin’ me like that.”

“Sorry again. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” 

Reluctantly, she turns, offering you one last look. This won’t be the last you hear of this, but you’ll have to deal with that later. You have a bigger issue to deal with now. 

But you think you have just the idea how to.

[softhued]

Desperation

warnings/tags: nsfw, dark content, dubcon, somnophilia, cunnilingus, panty sniffing, roommate!shigaraki

word count: 2k

You unexpectedly learned what your roommate Shigaraki does late at night; when he snuck into your room under the guise you were asleep, but you were wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Until he came creeping through your door, forcing you to pretend otherwise.

Once the quiet steps ceased, you chanced a peek, watching him rummage through your laundry basket before he grabbed what he was looking for and brought it to his face. He had the crotch of your used underwear pressed to his nose while his other hand palmed at the growing bulge in his pants. Shigaraki ached to relieve the pressure building as he imagined how you would smell straight from the source, failing to catch your shocked gaze on him. You lay stock still, regulating the breaths from your lungs despite the thumping in your chest.

Once he left, you waited a few moments before rushing to lock your door. From that night on, you made sure the lock was in place, and you were glad you did so when you heard the rattling of your doorknob late one night. You made no mention of what happened since you didn't know what to say. So you pretended like nothing was amiss. But you struggled to talk to him or even look at him as that scene replayed in your mind.

The sound of his muffled groans on a loop in your head as his hand dragged up and down his slick cock, making you feel a burst of warmth in your gut. But you brushed it aside and acted as if nothing was wrong.

Until one night, Shigaraki found himself in your room again. The lock on your door did nothing to stop him from getting to you.

He settled between your legs, removing any clothing that posed as a hindrance to what he planned to do to you before spreading your legs, eager to be at the source of his desires. He dove in nose deep and tongue out, lapping at your hole, begging for it to give him more than what he was coaxing from you. His length throbbed against his sweatpants, begging to be free, but he had to taste you. To savor the taste of your arousal seeping into his tastebuds, familiarizing himself with it while he swelled with pride at the fact you were dripping because of him.

His tongue teased every crease of your cunt until you were whining despite being asleep, and he couldn't help but wonder if you were dreaming of him. If you could feel the things he was doing to you in that state, feeling the expanse of his tongue sinking into your pink, fleshy opening before moving to your clit. Loving the way your pearl swelled further at the stimulation. The bud pulsed against his tongue as he sucked and hollowed his mouth around it. His warm, wet mouth suckling your pearl into his mouth and feeling the beat of your heart through your flesh. Which forced a groan from his chest, sending vibrations through your cunt while his mouth slurped your pooling arousal. Beneath him, your body quivered, writhing under his touch as you stirred.

He didn't remove his mouth or slow down as he peered at you, almost waking you, but he didn’t care. He wanted you to know he was the one making you feel good. That he had your cunt throbbing and quivering against his mouth despite your objections. Most of all, he wanted to stay there forever. To keep his mouth sealed around you as you dripped into his mouth like a leaking faucet. And he wanted more, needed more.

He felt his mouth becoming more urgent and incessant against your slick core. His throbbing cock and hunger fueled his actions, and he attempted to swallow you whole. To latch his entire mouth onto your cunt so there was no telling where he ends and you begin.

Shigaraki grew needier by the second. The scent of your arousal acted as an aphrodisiac, hindering the rational part of his brain as he feasted upon you. The backs of your legs sat in the crook of his arms while his fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer to his opened mouth. He could feel the flutter of your walls around his tongue, urging him on, and he wanted nothing more than to taste the sweet gush of your release.

Shigaraki pulled his tongue from you, leaning over your cunt as he lolled his tongue out. His saliva collected at the tip of his tongue before it dripped onto your drenched cunt. He moved back in, swallowing down the mix of your arousal and his spit, wishing you were awake so he could give you a taste of your combined fluids.

Then he heard your once quiet breathy gasps become louder mewls and whines. Your stomach clenching and furling in response to the sensations crashing over you. You were on the brink of waking up, and he had no intentions of stopping. Not now. Not ever. If anything, he increased the urgency and force behind his movements. Desperately mouthing at your cunt, trying to show forth the intensity of his desire. Hoping his actions translated his feelings as he swallowed every drop you had to offer.

Your eyes fluttered open while sleep fought to pull you back under, but you pried your eyes open against the heaviness, shaking off the last bits of drowsiness that lingered. Your blurred vision cleared to show the scene before you. Your shirt was pushed to your chest, resting above your breasts and showcasing your stiff nipples. Then you saw a crimson gaze, practically glowing in your dim room, staring back at you as if they were waiting to catch your attention.

"What the fuck?” Your groggy mind supplied at the sight greeting you.

Shigaraki's lips were wrapped around your clit as he gave a gentle suck that had your stomach shuddering. You moved to push his head away, but he was faster than you, anticipating any resistance so he could snuff it out as he pinned your hand by your side. You tugged against his hold, wondering how he was effortlessly multitasking as his hold didn't falter, much less his mouth. He continued to kiss and mouth at your slick lips, echoing the sounds of his tongue lapping up your arousal.

Despite knowing it was futile, you had to try again. Your free hand settled into his soft, pale hair to pull his head back. But your touch spurred him on, provoking him. The gentle sucking on your swollen clit turned into harsh suctioning. Which had your knees knocking above his head, but he didn't stop. He made sure he had enough space to access you, pulling you even closer as your body twisted within his grip.

“Fuck you taste even better than I imagined,” he said, taking a moment to breathe before resuming his mission. He didn’t even feel the need to pin the hand still in his hair.

There was nothing you could do to remove him from your body, and he made it known as his efforts increased tenfold. He even released your hand, opting to hold your hips instead as your fidgeting grew and the tugging became more incessant. Mewls were the only sounds escaping you as your chest rose and fell in quick breaths as you lay beneath him. Shuddering as you reacted to every pillowy kiss and the stroke of his tongue.

"Why?" You panted, poorly concealed arousal evident in your voice.

He licked and sucked your cunt, triggering more arousal to coat his tongue before he shifted his head to nibble at the crease of your thigh. Not missing the way your breath hitched at the sudden change before he looked at you, finally acknowledging that you had spoken.

"I needed you so badly," he practically whined and your walls tightened around nothing. As if sensing your emptiness, he pressed two fingers inside you, twisting and rubbing that ridged spot to replace the removal of his mouth, and your legs threatened to close. "You smell so good, and I just had to taste you and feel you around my tongue."

That night returned to your mind. Shigaraki in your room with your underwear pressed to his nose while he tugged his aching length, holding back moans to not wake you even though you were well aware, only pretending to be asleep.

Not caring that you didn't reply, Shigaraki removed his fingers and went back to your cunt, "I want to feel you cum."

His mouth resumed its rhythm, feasting on you like you were about to disappear. The flat of his tongue licked your hole, drinking in the steadily pooling arousal before he pushed his tongue in. His tongue reached as far as it could go before wriggling inside you, lapping at your walls until they tightened in response.

Perspiration settled on your chest, and you wondered just how long Shigaraki had been between your legs as your body grew hotter. The aching throb between your thighs gradually worsened, but he wasn’t letting up.

He would stay buried between your legs forever if he could. Like a flip had switched, the hand in his hair went from yanking to simply gripping the shafts of hair for purchase. He couldn't help the pleasure that filled him once he noticed your tugging ceased, and your body went limp within his hold.

Despite yourself, you rolled your hips into his mouth, feeding him more of what he desperately craved as your eyes rolled back. He matched your pace, moving closer to let you grind against his mouth as your hand tugged at his hair again to bring him closer.

"Oh my god. Please just make me cum.” You begged, gyrating against his face due to the endless torment. You were drenched and throbbing against his mouth, and you wanted to release the built-up tension swelling inside you.

“What do you want”

“I want to cum.” You begged, “so badly. I can’t take it anymore.”

The tears welling in your eyes supported your confession as you pleaded for more. Your back arched, raising your chest, and he used that opportunity to brush the pads of his fingers against your brown nipples, stroking the buds back and forth. His fingers played with your pebbled flesh while his mouth slacked against your lips.

"Ride my face."

He stared at you, waiting to see if you would respond. He wanted nothing more than to have you sitting on his face, and you had no reservations about his command as you pushed him down. Matching his heated stare before settling onto his face with your thighs encasing his head. You looked down at the expectant look he wore as Shigaraki controlled himself and made no move to drag you closer.

It was all on you.

Shigaraki opened his mouth in preparation, and that was all you needed. You aligned your cunt with his gaping mouth, brushing your hips towards his face, and nearly keeled over when his tongue brushed your needy clit. You leaned forward to brace yourself, allowing your desire to fuel your actions as you ground against his mouth, letting him taste your fueling lust.

You couldn't stop the whines that welled in your throat and spilled out as his tongue grazed your clit again and again. Your hips had a mind of their own as they moved in closer to gain more friction, and Shigaraki responded, following your lead so you could get what you wanted.

Then his hands wrapped around your thighs, holding you to his mouth as he suctioned your entire cunt. Tremors ran through your body, and you couldn't stop his name from falling from your lips.

"Shigaraki, please," you begged mindlessly, grinding into his frantic tongue. The only thought you had was to cum, and you were so close to the edge. Answering your plea Shigaraki focused on your clit, feeling it throb and pulse with need against his wet, messy tongue. His tongue lapped at your clenching hole as you leaked pathetically, swallowing the taste of your desire as it filled his mouth before returning to your clit. Your walls clenched in anticipation, preparing to release everything you had to offer into his awaiting mouth.

His mouth suctioned your clit, suckling as it swelled further, and he could practically hear your pulse. Above him, you stilled before tremors overtook you, making your gut twist and your walls spasm in pulses. Whimpers sounded from you as Shigaraki held on, keeping your cunt in his mouth as he swallowed every drop from the gush you released.

He didn't pull away until your body went limp. Then he sat up, moving you to his lap where you felt his throbbing cock pressed against you. You could see your arousal coating his mouth, and he looked so content and satisfied as if he orgasmed.

"You taste so good," he repeated before pulling you in. His lips connected to yours, and your combined taste melted in your mouth as you swallowed around his tongue.

[shiggcel]

every nsfw pic of shigaraki ive seen have him in low rise jeans. he wanna be a y2k baddie so bad