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takeomurasaki · 5 months ago

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" Earned relief. "

Shigaraki Tomura x GN!Reader

Type: One-shot, Smut.

Summary: Shigaraki's lover died 2 months prior to this. He needs to relieve his stress. The only one he thought about was his best friend, Y/N.

Word count: 3,388 words.

It was a quarter past two on a July night. Shigaraki lit up one more cigarette, trying to think of something else. He smocked heavily the little creation. He was troubled and the tears were pouring from his red orbs. He needed a stress reliever as soon as possible. He felt blue, like he had been for the past few weeks, the momeries of them back in his mind. He lost them. He had messed up. He promised years ago, when he was a kid, to protect them whatever the cost was. But he failed that two months ago, and he lost them in a fight with Pro Heroes.

He was no one anymore.

He had broken a promise to the person he had most feelings to.

He lost the only one who could help his scratching habit, the one who held him up as he was suffering from anxiety and he craved such attention that he received from them.

Sure, he was no good with feelings. Shigaraki had trouble acknowledging them and understanding them. It wasn't something he was taught at all and he always had winged it until he met them.

He was guilty. He knew well he was dangerous for them and still decided to listen to his heart. His heart like a fireball as he confessed to them, the 19th July 20xx. They surprisingly returned the feelings he had, resulting in a close competition of their mouths for that matter. They were everything to him, sure they had flaws, and sometimes the both of them would fight, just like any other couple, and he loved that dearly. They were badass, a shining star upon the crowd. Their quirk, Nicotine, would create diseases to any other they'd blow onto. They were the 'emo duo' as Toga used to say. These thoughts brought a scattered smile upon his face. His tears dropped to his mattress, his heart was aching endlessly.

He felt at ease with them and peaceful. His crimson vessels steamed up when they'd kiss, touch, or share moments together.

His precious sensitive heart was now shattered in a million pieces.

His world, all gone.

He needed the same thing they had, he was craving to be loved for, he was addicted to that anyway. The feelings of being the center of the world at night in his singular bed were everything. They made him feel comfortable with a lot of things and reassured him that he was as loveable as anyone. He grinned painfully. The thoughts weren't all that wrong. His past lover sure did not lie to him, and he believed he was still loveable after all. If Laios said it, then it sure was true. They were always right. He sipped down the last drop of vodka he saved last night, in fact there were bottles of wine and beer scattered everywhere in his room, that added to the sad and grief factor he grew with time. This had been his routine lately, crying endlessly about Laios.

He had enough of that heartache. He wondered why he always suffered in his life at some point - no matter the joy of the moment.

His thumb erased the tears off his face. He needed a stress reliever. And he knew oh so well who to call for that.

Y/N.

Laios told him that if something ever happened, he had to call Y/N. No matter the situation or what he needed. This may seem rather extreme to want what he wanted from Y/N, but that's all he wanted at the moment and he knew Y/N would understand.

Well, he hoped.

He ruffled his hand in his hair. It was such a mess that his fingers were jammed in his blue locks. He stood up from his mattress. He was determined to get what he wanted from Y/N. He looked around his room, took his last condoms and stuffed them into his pants' pockets. He huffed. "Laios would hate me for this, but it feels like a need at the moment." He put on one of his many coats that Laios gave him, he was spoiled by his dead lover, and he loved all of it. Several of his coats were ripped by now, but he wouldn't give them away because of the memories they bring to him.

He managed to get through the clutter that was his room while kicking a few bottles over, the sound of glass hitting the ground and rolling echoing in the chamber. He went out the LOV base without disturbing anyone, as much as he could. He may have been a villian, he deeply cared for his teammates. They were his family after all. And just like that, he headed to Y/N's apparemment in a small district in a nearby town.

Y/N was his childhood best friend, almost like he knew them for a long lifetime. Unfortunately, they were a new gangster in "The Firm", an agency where quirkless people have a chance to gain fighting skills and be treated equally. Nonetheless, their friendship was still possible as they hid it oh so well, and they had a strong bond ; nothing could separate them. That's why Y/N lived so far from the town LOV had settled in and yet still gave Shigaraki the address.

Now that he thinks about it, it's quite funny how a quirkless person would be his friend. His quirk wasn't even intimidating the feeble human, and they were okay with being around him no matter what, Y/N even knew about Shigaraki's incident with his family and still decided to stay. It could be because Y/N was as destroyed and torn as Shigaraki was, in some way. Y/N wasn't the family's favorite, they were the eldest and their parents pressured them to take care of the household and of their siblings, and if Y/N didn't do as told : punition. Corporal punition.

And this wasn't all. The expectations put on their shoulders were too much for them. They ran away when they got in middle school. They had nobody but Y/N was a smart one. They managed to make money from odd jobs that they'd cumulate daily.

Shigaraki would lie if he said they weren't strong. He had never seen anyone with their mindset before. They would never give up on their hope as well. "At last, the cherry on top I guess" he laughed a little before coughing briefly. Let's say the alcohol and cigarettes weren't going easy on him and the cold air of the night wasn't helping the overall situation.

He was still under the spell of what he had consumed, soon to be with another, stronger one.

He wandered the streets while thinking about them. He took in his surroundings: it was calm. The moon was in a beautiful crescent, no clouds whatsoever. The stars accompanied the moon, beaming either a yellowish or white hue upon the buildings of town. That was the type of sky Laios adored. He suddenly lost himself, his knees quivered and salty orbs began to form again in his eyes. He fell down on his hinge joints with a loud thud. That was it. Even with all his motivation, all his will, he fell down again.

"Have you seen yourself lately? Get on your feet, big dork." A single tear could make it's way down his cheek as someone he knew very well had their arms around him and lifted him up with ease. He didn't want them to see him in this state. He was never that vulnerable around his best friend. He looked to the side to avoid Y/N's gaze and wipped his tears away with his hands.

"I have, thank you. I own mirrors."

"You do? 'Cause last time I went at your place, you had shirts hanging on your mirror and it was dirty as HELL. Couldn't even see my face. That's how foggy it was!" They said, eyeing him with a suspicious look and crossed arms. He started laughing, how could they be so natural and acting normally around him when he looked like a vagabond. He put his hand on their shoulder, pinky finger up.

"You know just what to say every time."

"Uh-huh, I sure do, I read you like a book. Also, I know damn well what you have in your pockets. Which club are you going to?" They patted his pockets and smirked. Shigaraki stared blankly at them with a flat smile. How could he even explain himself? What he wanted from them was so selfish. The thought of Y/N refusing was just now crossing his mind. Y/N furrowed their brows and started thinking that him not answering was skeptical.

After half a minute of Shigaraki fidgeting with his fingers and his face becoming red unable to pronounce a single word, Y/N got the memo.

"No fucking way. You were out to find me, weren't you?" Their eyes widened, a blush casting over their cheeks as the idea of them having intercourse crossed their mind. Shigaraki started panicking inside, it sounded way worse when they said it. Physically though, he simply nodded rubbing his hands together and creating eye contact with them.

Now was Y/N's turn to panic a little, that was something they had wanted for so long they just couldn't get themselves to confess they'd want that. They thought they were better off single and doing nothing because of their job and stuff. But now they're both 24, both desperate for physical action, both single, both wanting each other. Y/N exhaled deeply, looking at him and a smile appeared on their face.

"I mean we both want that so um, why not? My place I guess?"

Shigaraki's pupils expanded as his dry mouth parted slightly. His mind was racing, he couldn't be this lucky. He nodded slightly and Y/N gently rubbed his back as they walked to their place.

While they wend their way throughout the city, Shigaraki couldn't stop his mind from racing. Now that Y/N had accepted the offer, what will happen? This sure wasn't his first time having intercourse, but with someone so close to him that isn't Laios, that was a first. Would he even be able to let himself relax? What if he started blurting out the most random sentences and Y/N find him weird? Y/N means a lot to him and he didn't want to hurt them or make them uncomfortable at all.

Shigaraki found himself spiraling deeper into a labyrinth of worries and anticipation. Every decision he had made that day replayed in his mind like a broken record. His breath quickened, he knew that street all too well : Y/N's place was near. Suddenly, they gently nudged him.

"I'm aware you want me to forget about Laios, even if it's just one night. I'm, uh, glad? I don't know how to say it another way. At least it's someone you know, and me you get it? Basically it means you trust me that much and that's real sweet of you Shigs. At least you're gonna stop smoking and drinking for now. Your organs can rest a little." They expressed with a small laugh at the end.

Shigaraki just blinked and stared at them, like an empty shell would if it could. His heart felt fuzzy and his mind clouded. What was wrong with him that night? First he thought of Y/N lawfully, then his body seemed to have some form of chemistry happening on its own.

'It's the alcohol and cigs. I fucking knew that stuff would mess me the fuck up.' He speculated, not wanting to admit the obvious.

"You're all I have left, Sweets." He uttered quietly and smiled slightly, patting their back with 4 fingers. This sent Y/N in the same transe he was a minute ago. Their heartbeat fastened, breathing felt difficult as their exhales were sizzling. Sweat managed to drip down their forehead, their core sweltering in forethought. Their hand wobbly made it's way to Shigaraki's wrist, seizing it firmly. "That's enough, Handy man. I'm treating you as my princess tonight." Y/N dragged him inside, fumbling with their keys and tossing them on the ground when they entered. They closed the door and led him to their bedroom. There was no time to waste, Y/N hadn't felt like this in a long time, and this time around, they were going to do something about it.

Y/N pushed Shigaraki on the bed, he sat there in awe. Y/N commanding was new, they followed orders from their boss like an obedient prey usually. Taking a deep breath, they reached for the hem of their shirt, slowly lifting it over their head. The fabric slipped through their fingers, falling to the floor with a soft thud. They caught Shigaraki's gaze, which lingered on them with a mixture of admiration and desire. They both couldn't belive this was happening but they kept going.

Finally, standing in just their lingerie, they felt exposed yet empowered. The room was filled with an electric tension, a silent conversation passing between them. Y/N took a step closer, their heart pounding loudly resonating in their eardrums, as they reached out to intertwine their fingers with Shigaraki's, bridging the space between them. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in intimacy and trust.

Y/N got on their knees and looked up at Shigaraki with the sweetest smile. They pulled his pants down, revealing his black boxers. Shigaraki let out a shaky breath, his body started to jolt slightly. Y/N noticed and placed their hand on his thigh.

"Relax, love. I'm doing all of this for you, I do not need to have anything in return if that's what you're worried about." They spoke softly.

Shigaraki sighed, he took in a couple deep breaths before letting Y/N know he was ready. Y/N pulled down his boxers to reveal his bare skin. He wasn't particularly big, that would of hurt anyway, but he was indeed veiny and slick. Y/N extended their arm to seize the solidified flesh, then leaned in to taste the raging boner Shigaraki had. They teased the head a little, licking it and dipping their tongue in the slit till they took it in and sucked gently. Shigaraki gave a heavy sigh of relief followed by shallow moans, finally this was happening ans he couldn't believe how nice this felt. They bobbed their head to the best of their ability and their knowledge, it was a bit clumsy but Shigaraki didn't mind it at all. This was even better than what he had in mind.

His dick twitched inside Y/N's mouth, precum dripped. Y/N pulled away and made a funny face at the bitter taste, they didn't expect it to be that bitter honestly. Shigaraki couldn't help but cover his face with one hand in embarrassment of the sounds he made and Y/N's reaction to his body fluids. They stood up, cupped his cheek and gave him a peck on the lips. It was quick but passionate. Y/N didn't even seem disgusted of him in the slightest so he took a deep breath and decided he only had one life.

His four fingers, one up for obvious reasons, made it's way to their neck and pulled Y/N's lips back on his cracked ones. Their lips danced with each other's as Y/N's hands made their way to his chest, lifting it up slightly so they could carress his lean body. They bit his bottom lip tenderly and he parted his mouth. Their tongues met and slid across one another's. Then, Shigaraki took the lead to help Y/N with this. They both fought for dominance and he won, he explored Y/N's mouth entirely and sucked on their tongue before pulling away. They both panted pretty heavily but it was only just starting to get to the part they both wanted oh so dearly.

Shigaraki's other hand made it's way on Y/N's back as he urged them to sit on his lap. Y/N removed his shirt and threw it to the side. Shigaraki's eyes scanned Y/N's body, he sure was lucky to have them as his best friend and now be in their bed. They were breath taking.

He leaned his head into the hollow of Y/N's neck, his steaming exhales sent shivers down their entire body. His lips cupped the tender skin, he left a few kisses before creating small hickeys on their neck and collar bones. His touch was rough judging by the condition of his lips and fingertips, but that didn't seem to botter them at all. His partner for the night let out gracious whimpers and his name danced off their lips. Hearing his name from Y/N was turning him on, it was empowering and conforted him to keep going. His hand that was on their back traveled down to their underwear, his finger hooked the seam and tugged it down. Both of their breaths itched as their arousal built further.

Y/N put their hands on Shigaraki's shoulders, lifting their body upwards. "Are you ready, doll face?" They cooed staring at him with half lidded eyes. He couldn't speak, his mouth was agape and his eyes wider than they ever were. His face felt warmer than before and he nod slowly. Y/N smiled and let themselves down on his dick. They both let out tamed moans. He was stretching their hole, Y/N didn't take notice of how wide he truly was. Their body felt electrified as goosebumps and sweat mixed. Taking in a sharp inhale, Y/N lifted their hips from his by an inch and slammed back down with a groan.

Safe to say, Tomura was dazed. This felt undeniably better than any sex he ever had if he was honest with himself. As Y/N went up and down on him trying to figure out a pace they preferred, he was lost in lustful thoughts. He could get used to Y/N and him having intercourse, it was heavenly. His fingers lingered on Y/N's body, tracing meaningless shapes. Yet, when they found the rhythm he lost it. He gripped their flesh under his four fingers, the pinky up and shaking violently. They were moaning in his ears and he was all for it, his name trailing off their tongue. After a couple more vacillating movements, his dick twitched inside of Y/N. They knew he was soon done, so they engaged in making him feel even better. They bit down his neck, leaving marks and hickeys along the way. Tomura yelped in surprise, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He came undone seconds later, practically screaming Y/N's name as their hips crashed together.

Y/N kissed him on the lips, caressing his cheeks. Then, they stood up to the best of their ability, Tomura helped them up because their legs were shaking. After some time, Y/N could stand on their own. They threw on his shirt that was laying on the ground and went to the bathroom, getting a cloth. They cleaned the both of them up. Tomura wasn't saying a word, his past lover never did that to him so he didn't know how to react. Y/N looked up and him after finishing the clean up and smiled.

"Are you hungry, baby? I remember you wanted to try some steamed rice with fermented soy beans from that store downtown. I can drive us there if you want."

"I, uhm, I think I'd like that. Are you sure it's okay for you?" Tomura answered, unsure if they were just being nice for the sake of being nice or because they truly wanted to please him.

"Pfft, we just fucked, Tomu. Don't act like I wouldn't take you out to get diner after! Dress up doll." They laughed, a sincere laugh plastered on their features. A toothy grin made it's way on his face. Maybe Y/N could be much more than his best friend after all.

Takeo.

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barleyo · 1 year ago

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shigaraki piss plsplspls

Caught.

Shigaraki X Fem! Reader (smut)

Warning: Don't like? Don't read! I know this topic/fetish is a little uncomfortable for some, but that's no excuse to shame others! Scroll on by if you do not wish to read this, and have a great day!

A/N: Ask and you shall receive, my dear anon. I’m truly sorry for the wait, and I know, it’s been an unacceptably long one, perhaps even a full year! I hope you don’t mind that I made it a female reader, or that it’s a little short. Thank you for the request.

Wordcount: 1.1K

Tags: Panty stealing, degradation, MESSY oral sex, humiliation, teasing, slight dub-con, piss play, water sports, smut, male masturbation, oral (m receiving), delayed/no orgasm, panty fucking, slight piss drinking, porn without plot.

As she was standing outside Shigaraki’s door, she could hear the lewd groans leaving his mouth. Cracking the door, she took in the sight of him burrowing his cock into a pair of her underwear. She could only see his lower half, pants at his knees, as he desperately pumped at his cock, forcing the lacey material up and down.

The sight of him defiling her unmentionables excited her, and she wanted to see more. She slowly cracked the door, just enough to reveal his face. His eyes were clouded and lust filled. Beads of sweat glided down his scarred face. She squeezed her thighs together, containing the heat festering between her legs. (Y/N)’s face got hotter the longer she watched him.

She noticed he was close to climaxing, his chest heaved and his pumps became sporadic and rough. She pushed the door a little further, desperate to see even more of him. The door squeaked as she pushed it, and he quickly threw a blanket over his crotch.

“What the fuck, dude,” he turned around, “(Y/N)? God, I thought you were one of the others, like, recording me or some shit. Come in,” he tossed his blanket off and threw (Y/N)‘s panties beside him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a creep—,” She quickly walked around his couch, looking away from him.

“Whatever, I don’t care.” He stuck his leg out and tripped her, landing her right between his legs, “You can take these back, by the way,” he grabbed her panties and held them out in front of her.

She pushed herself up to her knees and snatched them, still embarrassed. He rolled his eyes and started tracing the tip of his dick, collecting the precum around it. He rolled the wetness around his fingers, staring down at her with a bored expression. (Y/N) looked up at him, wordlessly asking if she could touch him.

“There you go.” Shigaraki shoved his wet fingers into her mouth, gliding them in and out. “You can work on these before you do.”

She ran her tongue over the pads of his two fingers, savoring the leftover precum stuck on them. She gripped onto his pant leg and nuzzled her head on his thigh, keeping herself in place while he pushed his digits deeper into her mouth. Spurts of dribble ran down his fingers onto his lap.

Shigaraki pushed his fingers farther down, feeling her throat constrict around his fingers. He brought them back, almost out of her mouth, before forcing them back down, gagging (Y/N) with them.

“Alright, enough.” He removed his fingers from her mouth, wiping the excess wetness off on her cheeks while her drool stained her chin.

He placed his thumb on her bottom lip, urging her to open her mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ messy. Always makin’ a mess for me to clean up.” he wiped the spit off her chin, and tilted her head up. “How ‘bout I make a mess for you this time?”

She nodded, eyes clouded with her pricked tears.

“Yeah, open up then.”

He tapped his tip on the flat of her tongue. A thin strip of pre covered her tongue, and he rubbed it in with the head of his cock.

(Y/N) wriggled her tongue around the length, starting at the base and traveling up the underside to the tip, where she wrapped her lips around it and sunk down, filling her mouth with as much of his dick that she could manage.

“You can take more of it than that,” he said, rolling his eyes.

Shigaraki placed a tight grip on the back of (Y/N)‘s head and guided it down. He pushed the swollen tip of his cock past her lips, slowly bobbing her head up and down. The salted taste of skin filled her mouth while she was wrapped around his length. Sinking down all the way, she squirmed in discomfort as his cock’s tip rested at the back of her throat, bumping into it with shallow thrusts.

“Ah, you’re fine, stop gagging like that.” He brought his hips up harshly, burrowing into the tightness of her throat even further. “And stop— mhm… stop moving.”

A grumble erupted from his chest. His face flushed warmly, and his eyebrows came together in a tight knit.

(Y/N)’s head became dizzy as she struggled to breathe through her nose with the pressure of his cock in her throat. She coughed over his length, feeling herself choke on him.

He pulled her off, giving her a second to catch her breath.

“Are you done with the dramatics?” he asked, panting while his chest heaved.

“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” (Y/N) said, voice hoarse and thin. “Ready.”

“Mm. Got a different idea now,” he said, face blank except for a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Hold still this time.”

She furrowed her brows, confused but willing to go along with him. She positioned her mouth over his cock again, feeling his hand grab the back of her head again.

Shigaraki barely pushed her head down this time, merely holding her in place while he stroked her hair.

“I did say it’s time I make a mess, yeah?”

“Hmph?” She tried to speak back, but she was muffled. Her eyes darted up to meet his.

“Swallow, (Y/N).”

Her eyes widened as a bitter, salty taste flooded her mouth. She gagged and sputtered, causing some of it to trail down her throat.

“There you go, all of it now.”

She felt her mouth get filled with the piss. She forced herself to swallow more of it, refusing to let it build up and stay in her mouth.

“Yeah, swall– swallow, yeah, so good,” he cooed, drinking in the panicked look on her face.

Shigaraki released the back of her head and let her pull off. She spit what was left out of her mouth, letting it dribble down his cock and pool into his lap.

“What the fuck?!” she coughed out, hacking and spitting the taste out of her mouth and back onto his crotch.

He grabbed her quickly and pulled her into his soaked lap, having her straddle him. She tried to keep an angry expression, but could not hold it while she saw how he looked at her. His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth curled into a small grin.

“Did you enjoy cleaning up my mess this time?”

(Y/N) sighed and stuck her tongue out at him. Shigaraki pulled her forward and placed his lips against hers. He forced his tongue into her mouth, exploring the taste he left in it. When he was satisfied, he pulled back and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her chest.

“Did you just kiss me?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so fucking gross, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, snickering. “I know.”

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stxrmylxve · 2 years ago

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@freakyshibs prompt: Can you do one where they're childhood friends who liked each other but lost contact after touya's death. They meet each other again and confess their feelings to one another and you can decide what happens from there on! I want it to be smut but if u arent comfy writing that that's cool!

”touya!” you squealed as he tickled you; laughs filling the air as you both fell over onto the ground.

Touya was a bit older than you, only by a year, but he still was just as childish as you were. His favorite thing to talk about was growing up and marrying you, but even you knew as a kid it was just talk. Nonetheless, he still called you ‘baby girl’, regardless if it was a bit cringe or cheesy.

He would always ebb and flow; sometimes he would be at the park, sometimes not. Often times he would show up with scratches or bruises, but it didn’t stop him from being playful with you.

“where did you get this scratch from?” you would always ask, touching them softly as if he would break as he watched your intently. he would shrug it off and run away, laughing as he teased you.

But one day, he didn’t come to the park. You didn’t think anything of it until he didn’t come the next day, or the next, or the next. you began to worry, was he alright? You were 12 now, and you marched your way down the street like a big kid. this quickly faltered, however, when you saw the ruins of his house.

ash was scattered on the street, the air smelling musky like burning paper. the whole house was black, the occasional red flicker spurring up before dying back down. Fuyumi was standing out front alone, doubled over as she wept to herself.

You stopped in front of the house, eyes full of tears as you watched her cry into the burnt clothing of.. touya. he was no where to he seen, but based on the way the clothes looked, he was long gone.

“fuyumi.. what happened..?” you ask, meeting her pained eyes as she turned around, holding your small waist as she cried into your clothes. you sat down and hugged her back; she was just a child like you, but it still must have been even harder saying that this was her brother.

“he.. he’s gone! All For One took him.. h-he’s..” just explaining this pained you more as she started to cry even more, your grey shirt turning black from the amount of tears falling.

“He’ll bounce back, i just know it.” you say with a weak smile as you wiped your own tears, hugging her as more tears began to fall. you had no clue whether he actually could, you just had to hope.

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11 years have passed now. 11. Touya still hadn’t left your memory in all of these years, but you learned to move on. Well, you didn’t want to, but the weeping led to your parents to get angry with you.

“Move on! Touya is dead for pete’s sake y/n!” your father yelled.

“no he’s not! I know he’s not. There’s no way-“

“forget him or get out.” your father said, pointing to the door with a scowl.

“dad, im 14 years old! I can’t-“

“then leave it alone.”

The words were drilled into your head, but you couldn’t help but choke back a sob when you saw on the news the uprising villian attack.

“and there are also new villians coming into the city. Dabi is who we believe is the new one, and he has already burned down several buildings. If you see him, our only advice is to run and let the heroes take care of him.”

The news reporter seemed scared himself, but come on, this ‘villian’ looked exactly like touya. He would never hurt someone without a purpose.

You rushed out of your room and out of the house, running towards the city as fast as you could. the video on the news showed him alone, maybe this would be your chance to see touya again?

You followed the scent of smoke; your great sense of smell really helped since it was faint. the fire must have burned out, but maybe he was still nearby. your turned a corner to go through an alley way as stopped in your path, almost running into dabi.

you toppled back as looked up in horror, expecting to find a scary villian instead.

“touya?” you asked, although it was more of a whisper, as you brushed the hair out of your eyes.

“hey baby.” the man says as he offers you a hand, pulling you up as you fell into his chest.

“you’re.. alive?” you ask as tears fall down your face and into his shirt, a small kiss being placed on the top of your head as a yes.

You looked up at his face and examined the purple-ish skin. Your hands ran along the line of skin and staples that attached the clear skin to the burnt skin.

“are you-“

“I’m fine. healed if you would.” he interrupts, lifting you over his shoulder with a grin.

“hey! put me down!” you yell, earning a slap on the ass as you yelped and quieted down.

“stop yelling. unless you want to take me right here?” he asks, peering over his shoulder to look at your flustered face.

“who says i want to fuck you at all?” you challenge, earning a deadpanned look from dabi as he shakes his head.

“it doesn’t take a quirk to see your eyes travel down to my zipper before shooting back up, darl’ “ he laughs as he takes off again, slipping a hand up your shorts to tease the corner of your pannies.

“you- ngh- fine. where are we going?” you stutter out as you claw at his back.

“the hq. they know a bit about you, don’t worry.” he explains as he takes another alley way, sighing when shigaraki shoots him a look.

“shig, meet the beautiful y/n.” dabi says as he pats your ass, signaling you to look around. you meet shigaraki’s eyes and shutter; they looked so sad.

“dabi, put me down for a sec.” you say as you hop down, walking over to the man. He begins to protest, but you take his hand into yours with a gentle smile.

“you can touch me, i have a resistance quirk.” you say as you run your hands through his hair. He acted like a cat; melting into your touch.

“alright alright, come onn, give me some of that in my room.” dabi says as he takes you away, sticking his tongue out teasingly towards shigaraki as he walks into the LOV headquarters.

It was nice inside, didn’t seem like a headquarters but rather a bar. Dabi took you past toga and drug you towards the back half of the bar, towards what you assumed was his bedroom. he kicked open the door and pulled you close, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

“you know, i missed you- ah fuck.” he starts, getting cut off when you palm him through his sweatpants. He rested his head on your shoulder as you unzipped his pants, slipping them down along with his boxers to gape at his size. How was that supposed to fit inside of you?

You gulped down as you bent down, taking his dick into your mouth. you were doing something right because this infamous ‘terrorist villian’ had his head thrown back and was releasing the most heavenly moans to ever be made. You wiggled on your thighs, trying to get any sort of friction possible, but it wasn’t doing anything to please you.

You released his dick with a ��pop’ as you clawed at his thighs, bringing out of his haze to stare down at you with curiosity.

“want it.. now..” you mumble out, too embarrassed to hold eye contact with the man.

“feisty, eh?” he laughs as he pulls you up, throwing your shorts elsewhere and settling you on his lap. he got you ajusted and propped himself up with his hands behind him, opting to watch you do the work.

You looked away with a blush as you buried your face into his neck, only taking him half way before you almost busted in two.

“t…too big.” you moan out as he moves his hips just a little, pushing more and more in.

“come on now, just a little more, yeah? hang on.” he says with a grin as he gives one powerful thrust, shoving all of it into your plush, gummy walls with a loud groan. You screamed out a hearty moan as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

You sat there with a whimper, waiting to ajust but not wanting him to pull out. It took a while, but you eventually got ajusted and began to move on your own. He places his hands on your hips to stabilize you as you bounced up and down, the grin never leaving his face as he watched your tits bounce.

“geez, you are gorgeous, just for me..”

@kelin-is-writing you might like this too lol

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scary-grace · 4 days ago

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(secret) santa, baby - part 5 of a shigaraki x f!reader fic

Shigaraki doesn't want to participate in the office's Secret Santa exchange, but when Toga promises to make it easy on him, he gives in. But making it easy for him makes it a lot harder for you -- you're the one who got his list. Office AU, no quirks. A fic in 12 parts. Divider by @ wcnderlnds

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

part v (sitting on santa's lap)

When Tomura ventures into the mailroom to stick his first shot at a gift into your mailbox, there’s already a gift waiting for him in his. Or in front of his. It’s a little too big to fit. Tomura checks that the coast is clear, tucks his gift into your mailbox, and comes back for the one his Secret Santa left him. It’s not just bigger than the other gifts he’s gotten. It’s heavier, too. And there’s a note on top of it, the handwriting Tomura’s gotten familiar with: READ ME FIRST.

Before he can unfold it and follow instructions, there’s a burst of laughter from the break room down the hall, and under cover of it, you step into the mailroom. Tomura wasn’t expecting you to come in here right after he left you a gift. He can’t be here when you open it, and he can’t leave, either – not unless he wants to knock you over on his way out the door. What he needs to do is play it cool. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you say. There’s another burst of laughter from down the hall. “What brings you up here?”

“Checking the mail. What else would I be doing?” Tomura sounds like an asshole. “You have a gift. I see it in there.”

“Oh,” you say, but you don’t go for it. You’re watching Tomura. “What did you get?”

Tomura shrugs. “I’m supposed to read this,” he says, waving the card at you. You nod, and Tomura starts to unfold the message, for sheer lack of anything better to do. Before he can get more than a sentence into it, even more laughter erupts. “What’s going on in there?”

“Mina got a gift from her Secret Santa,” you say. Tomura tries and fails to remember which one Mina is. “And I think her Secret Santa must be a friend of hers, because there’s no way somebody would buy a book of Christmas smut for somebody they didn’t know.”

“Christmas smut,” Tomura repeats. The words aren’t connecting. “Huh?”

“It’s called The Naughty List,” you say. “A bunch of smutty short stories that are Christmas-themed. She’s been reading them aloud. Right now I think it’s about wrapping yourself like a gift and hiding under your neighbor’s tree, but the best one so far was about seducing a mall Santa by sitting on his lap and telling him all the naughty stuff that happened all year. Did you ever do that?”

“Sit on a mall Santa’s lap and lie about the stuff I did all year?”

“No, the photo op,” you say. “As a kid.”

“My family didn’t go for Western holidays,” Tomura says. Maybe that’s true, or maybe he’s just blocking something out. Most of the holidays he remembers with his birth family didn’t end well for him. “You?”

“My parents tried,” you say. “They really wanted the photo, but I was scared of the Santa.”

“Weird.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing,” Tomura says. “Just weird that you’re scared of mall Santas, but not scared of singing a Christmas carol in front of Yamada’s weird acapella group.”

“I sweated through my shirt trying to sing that,” you say. Tomura blinks. “It was for a good cause.”

Tomura looked up the other five verses to the song after you went back upstairs. You weren’t kidding about what it was going to be like. “Yeah. I owe you.”

You shake your head. “No, you don’t.”

Tomura doesn’t know what to say to that, and you don’t look like you know how to follow up. What would Tomura say if he could get his shit together, anyway? He already said thank you. He can’t tell you that you have a nice voice or that he got the song stuck in his head or that he was wondering if you had anybody in mind when you were singing it. Those thoughts need to stay inside his head. Nothing good is going to happen if any of them make it out of his mouth.

He has to say something. “You got a gift. Are you going to open it?”

“I’ll open mine here if you do,” you say. Tomura nods, and as you start prying open the bag Tomura stapled shut, he unfolds the note his Secret Santa left and reads it.

Dear Tomura, it starts. I know this wasn’t on your list, but I think it could help if you were out of other options. I get eczema on my hands in the winter, too, and this stuff is the only stuff that’s ever helped.

Knowing that his Secret Santa has eczema on their hands, it should be easy to figure out who they are, but Tomura can’t recall ever seeing somebody around the office with messed-up hands. Maybe the stuff really does work. He opens the box and comes up with a jar of hand cream with an unfamiliar name. Tomura looks at it, then back at the letter. I’m sorry if this is overstepping. It’s just something I noticed. If you do use it, I hope it helps. Sincerely, your Secret Santa.

They noticed. What does that mean? Spinner’s been going overboard on gifts for the person whose list he got because he wants to show her that people other than her boyfriend notice her and appreciate her. How much attention has Tomura’s Secret Santa been paying to him? Probably too much, or they wouldn’t have taken his stupid, half-assed list and turned it into a chain of gifts he actually wants. Too much, or they wouldn’t have known how badly his hands have been bothering him this winter in particular.

It’s weird. Tomura should feel weird about it, but he doesn’t. He feels – warm.

Across the mailroom, the paper bag tears as you give up on trying to pick out the staples. Tomura looks up and finds you staring down at his gift. He can’t read the look on your face, and he’s apparently a lot worse with suspense than he thought he was. He almost asks what you think of it before he remembers that you’re not supposed to know who left the gift, and modifies the question at top speed. “What did you get?”

“A pen,” you say slowly. “I put one on my list, but I asked for a cheaper one.”

Tomura knows. “Did you actually want the cheaper one, or were you just trying to come up with an easy list?”

“I didn’t want to make anybody overspend on me,” you say. “I mean, I know everybody else is – Mina’s Secret Santa didn’t take the price tag off that book – but I haven’t been here that long, and I didn’t want anybody to get my list and think I was asking for too much.”

Tomura thinks you weren’t asking for enough. That’s why he got the nicer pen. “Do you like it?”

Your grip tightens on the pen, like you think somebody’s going to take it away. “Yes.”

“Then don’t worry about it,” Tomura says. “The thing I got wasn’t on my list. You don’t see me overthinking it.”

He’s sort of lying. He’s definitely overthinking it, just not the same way you are. You study him for a second, then hit him with the same question. “Do you like it?”

“If it works,” Tomura says. You nod and leave the room without saying anything else.

He tells himself to wait to try it until he gets home so he doesn’t slime up his keyboard, but then he realizes that he’s only putting it on the backs of his hands and loses patience. It doesn’t change anything about how his hands look. They’re disgusting, dry and red and cracked and still trying to bounce back from the paper cut he got a week ago. But they feel better. A lot better. It’s the first hand cream Tomura’s used that doesn’t sting when he puts it on.

It smells okay, too. And sort of familiar. Tomura spends longer than he’d like to admit staring off into space, wondering where he smelled it before.

<- part iv. part vi ->

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #x reader #reader insert #man door hand hook car door #secret santa AU #i did not nail this prompt sorry #I tried

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luvlyycy · 10 months ago

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h a v e f u n . . . . ! !

next page . ->

ONE PUNCH MAN — (active)

Aftermath, Garou fingered you so hard his wound opened.

MHA — (extremely active)

Dabi's face when he cums.

um, idk questionable stuff?? :

Tomura has cameras in your dorm room.

How Tomura dates you.

college!au:

Late night cuddling with your boyfriend, Tomura.

Tomura's first kiss.

Taking care of Tomura.

Tomura's mommy kink.

Cuddling with Tomura after he games.

Dabi loves giving you princess treatment.

Jacking off Tomura in class

Face-Sitting with the college loser, Tomura.

Maybe that one pathetic guy, is kinda hot. Tomura, right?

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Tricking Keigo into buying food for you !!

DEATH NOTE — (semi-active)

Light helps you understand, killing yourself isn't right .

VALORANT — (semi- active)

Iso N Yoru boyfriend hcs ! (sfw!)

Vampire ! Agents Series —

¹ Yoru — ,

ONE PIECE — (semi-active)

Law n his fucked out gf

Sleepy Bath Sex with Zoro <3

Cocky Law..

Ace makes his gf squirt for the first time .

Sanji barks for you.

'Helping' Zoro work out.

Backshot King : Ace .

Zoro's a ruff fucker .

Sanji loves boobs .

Sanji Eating Pussy Trilogy : 1 , 2 , 3

Mihawk loves to spoil you .

Law cums soooo much .

Katakuri's cock is extremely big .

Ass Eater Ace.

Soft Sleepy Zoro ..

Law fucks like he hates you !

Nami n Robin threesome [wlw]

Zoro Loves the number Three .

Zoro n Sanji eatin u out !

Law Is kinda Pathetic .

Happy Birthday, Sanji .

Sanji Can't keep his hands to himself.

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Law scolds you for eating chocolate.

Law is ugly .. in a pretty way.

Sanji's got a crush,, but you're like him?

Kissing Zoro on the ship.

Ace plays with you hair.

Sleeping with Ace is so frustrating.

Zoro confesses !

JUJUTSU KAISEN — (semi-active)

Yuuta's breeding kink (short)

Nyasty Sugu (short)

Jacking off Ino Takuma <3

God, Suguru— It won't fit !

Satoru: The pussy kisser.

Her or Him?? [TojiKuna x Reader // pt 1.]

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Comfort me, Sukuna.

What do your tats mean, Kuna?

Show me your piercings, Kuna?

Why do you wear rings, Kuna?

Face Masks, Kuna?

TEKKEN — (non-active)

What being loved by Lee Chaolan is like.

Claudio .. how I love.

Lee loves pussy.

Eating pussy headcanons .

BLEACH — (active)

college au ! :

Ulquiorra meets you at a college party.

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Ichigo eating pussaayy

Ichigo with a daddy kink is unrivaled, i fear.

Renji with a girl who yaps !

STREET FIGHTER — (semi-active)

A.K.I is good at what she does . .

Ed : Breaking your back.

Sheeshhhh, Ed !

Ed is so damn fine .

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2000's Night at the club with Ed!

Ed dating a pink girl .

HOYOVERSE — (semi-active)

Arataki Itto fingers his lil sister !!

Stupid, Childe.. stop teasing.. [college!au]

Nasty, pervert brother — stupid, Childe!!

Sampo n Aventurine: Pussy Killers .

Sampo can't stop eating pussy !!!

Big Bro!Gallagher fingers his lil sister..

Blade's thick cock .

Ugh, Step-Bro!Childe..

Wriothesely n his bimbo .

DC UNIVERSE — (semi-active)

Arkham Knight!Jason jacks off.

Hate-Sex with Jason Todd.

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Chubby!Reader x Jason Todd <3

Jason 'Brat Dad' Todd.

Jason comes home at 3AM

MISC — (randos..)

KOF Men × Smutty Scenarios

Domon Kasshu's ears turn red when flustered.

League of Legends Kayn : Backshot Demon .

Hidan's dirty talk.

Having sex with Hidan includes...

Toxic Pokemon Men : Piers , Raihan .

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Venom loves you too.

Miguel O'hara being your chew toy.

Maybe Miguel has a biting kink..

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theteapotofdoom · 1 year ago

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They’re all writing smutty Shigaraki Tomura x reader fics, I know this because Horikoshi texted me.

#they all have a big fat crush on him that’s the joke #i carry the shigabowl on my back #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #shigaraki tomura #dabi #mr compress #toga himiko #spinner #twice #jin bubaigawara #shuichi iguchi #sako atsuhiro

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hangesbrattyapprentice · 1 year ago

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Sleuths & Syndicates

Part 4

Detective! Aizawa x fem!reader

Mafia Boss! Shigaraki x fem!reader

˚✧₊⁎ find Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3 here ⁎⁺˳✧༚

CW- kidnapping, elements of dubcon, murder, psychological trauma, angst, explicit sexual content.

Shigaraki doesn’t know what he expected when he answered a call from Mustard, one of his newest recruits, but it wasn’t this.

“Don. The little lady wants to talk to ya. Says it’s urgent. ’salright if I give her the phone?”

His heart beats in his throat, but you sound fine when you’re on. Cheery, even.

“Tomura, what time will you be home today?” You lilt.

“The fuck kind of a question is that to call over?” He rasps into the phone.

“It’s just…” your voice dips low, cadence syrupy sweet. “Could you maybe bring me some bubble tea on your way back?”

He swallows thickly. The last time you asked for bubble tea, he very nearly transcended to a different plane of existence, so yes he’ll get you some bubble tea. Buy you a freighter full of the stuff if it’s what you want. He stays on the line when the conversation’s done, distracted by smutty thoughts of what could happen later tonight, but something on the other end catches his attention. He hears laughter, yours and the boy’s.

“That’s what was so urgent?” Mustard complains and you’re giggling.

“Shut up!” comes your voice, and then more laughter before the line goes silent.

Cracks form along the glass screen in his fist.

You’re dressed extra cute in preparation for his return. Nothing but thigh-high socks, cheeky panties, and a loose t-shirt that you’ve cut up to just barely cover your nipples and ass. Bored as you are here, you’re looking forward to this. But your grin instantly drops when you see Shigaraki walk into his room. He’s told the guard at the door to call for Mustard and he’s got one of his consiglieri in tow – the one with icy blue eyes and all the piercings. He’s smiling at you but his eyes have that look in them that makes your blood run cold.

Mustard is at the door before you’ve thought of something to say to break the tension. He asks if he can help with something. He can indeed, he’s told, and then Shigaraki pulls out his Colt 45 and shoots him in the middle of his forehead.

You catch yourself, not allowing your body to betray a reaction beyond the initial twitch from the shock. You’re sitting at the edge of the bed frozen in terror.

“Get that cleaned up, will you?” Shigaraki tells the consiglieri at the door, but the man’s looking you up and down, pierced lips curved in a smirk. Shigaraki bristles. “You wanna be next, Dabi?” to which the man laughs, heading out to get the required help. You’re left to stare at the dead body of the one person you’d felt remotely comfortable around in months.

Shigaraki’s regarding you like he’s seeing you as your own person for the first time. “Eh, Sunny,” he asks, finger cupping your chin to tilt your face up towards his. He’s still got the Colt in the other hand. “You’re mine, right?”

You’re shaking, fighting not to let your eyes glaze over with frightened tears. You bite your bottom lip and try to nod as best you can with him holding your chin.

“How many others’ve had what’s mine?”

At that, you can’t stop the tears from falling.

Part of you had given up ever getting out of here and had made peace with whatever may happen to you. But this changes things. It isn’t just you in danger anymore.

Shota, your mind screams. He’s going to kill Shota.

“I-I didn’t know, Tomu. I’m sorry,” you stutter, but he shushes you, stroking the top of your head with the hand that’s holding the gun. The metal’s warm.

“Names, Sunshine.”

You consider lying, but you falter. Your past relationships are easy enough to track down on social media, and while Aizawa doesn’t do socials, you two weren’t exactly a secret. Even the look Shigaraki’s giving you seems to say that he’ll know if you’re not truthful.

And surely, not even Shigaraki could get away with murdering a member of the police force, right?

“A-a-aizawa…” you whisper, after you’ve quickly mentioned the others. Shigaraki’s ruby eyes widen.

“Detective Shota Aizawa?” he asks, and your throat burns but you nod in confirmation. He’s chuckling, grin sharp and wide and humourless.

“You’re a badge bunny?” He chuckles. “Really, Sunshine, who’d’ve guessed?”

“I didn’t know, Tomu,” you wail, “didn’t know I was yours. I was so stupid. Please. It was only a couple of dates – it m-m-!”

You stop short of saying it meant nothing, not wanting to oversell the act.

“Well, this changes things, doesn’t it? You being a little cop-slut,” he punctuates the moniker with two patronizing slaps to your wet cheek. “I know the guy. Met him a couple times. Pretty cool, that Aizawa…” He’s quiet for a beat, seems to be considering something.

“You obviously think so,” he drawls, looking down at your small, flinching form and scratching the back of his neck. “You wanna go back to him?”

His voice becomes soft and you sob harder at the thought of being safe in Shota’s arms. You hadn’t let yourself think about him in so long. Knew you wouldn’t have the strength to carry on with your life if you reminisced about what it was like before, the happiness that you had been torn away from.

Above you, Shigaraki has asked a question, and you need to make him believe that you are his by choice.

Steeling your resolve, you leap up and throw your arms around his waist, hugging him tight underneath his blazer.

“Please,” you sob into his shirt, “please don’t send me away, Tomu. I’m sorry about the others. I don’t want to be with anyone else, just you!”

You’re nuzzling into his chest, hands grasping at him, pressing yourself fully into his strong frame as you whimper, “just you, Tomu,” over and over. You’re halfway convinced that he’ll shoot you right there or maybe drag you to Aizawa and then shoot you in front of him, but you feel him tuck his gun back into his belt. He brings his hands to your shoulders, resting them there for a second before slowly prying you off of him. His eyes are staring into nothing, thoughts far away.

That night, you sleep alone, and you’re disgusted with yourself for what you’ve become. You were forced to remember Shouta today, and it drags you back into a world that would abhor and reject the things you’ve done to survive, how you’ve adapted.

You are repulsed by yourself for missing Shigaraki’s cool touch, his head cradled in your arms, because he’s all you’ve got. You try not to think about what will happen to you if you lose his affection. Instead, you let your mind go where you haven’t let it for months. You think about Aizawa Shota.

You think about the last time you woke up with him beside you, and how there had been too few of those mornings in your life. He’d sometimes get one of his subordinates to babysit Eri so he could spend the night with you. And those nights, he’d be a bit different. He was always attentive and you could tell he loved being around you, but on those nights he’d be so much more relaxed because he knew he finally had time with you – just you.

Whatever you did for the evening, it always ended up with you both curled up comfortably on your couch (your cat occupying the opposite end, slightly annoyed). You’d tell each other stories and things about yourselves and just take the time to get to know each other. His chest would be so warm under your cheek and you’d feel the soft rumble of his voice as you rubbed your palm along the rippled expanse of his torso.

Maybe your thumb would inadvertently stroke over his nipple and you’d feel his abs tighten. Gentleman that he was, he’d do his best to carry on and pretend nothing happened. Until you happened to do it again…and again.

Then he’d stop mid-sentence and use the hand that was softly rubbing your arm to lift up your chin, making you meet his heavy-lidded gaze.

“Need something, pookie?” His lip would twitch, holding back a smirk.

Rubbing your thighs together, you’d nod up at him coyly. Sometimes he’d pull you in and kiss you senseless. Other times, you’d act fast and pounce on him, pushing his shirt up to his neck, flicking the tip of your tongue over his nipple and sucking on it like you’d been thinking of doing. Drinking in his low, soft gasps and choked moans until he slung you over his shoulder and carried you to your bedroom.

And because it was one of those nights, he would take his time. He would get to know every inch of you, worshipping each and every part of you, learning you. He’d kiss from your neck all the way to your fingertips. He’d palm both your breasts and alternate between your nipples, kissing and sucking them until you were close to tears with how good it felt. He’d spend long, so long between your legs, experimenting with all the different sounds he could pull from you with clever flicks, prods, slides…

His cock would be flushed and aching but you’d have to fight to flip him over and get your turn. And then you’d do your own exploring. You knew that Shota wasn’t one to be fooled by innocent looks. But you loved how you always made his eyes widen slightly with just how filthy you – sweet little you – could be for him.

Breasts squished against the tops of his thighs, you’d frame his shaft between them and admire how it throbbed, tongue peeking out to lick at the pre dripping from his slit every time it twitched toward you. He would grunt under his breath but would really let go and moan when you sucked on the sensitive flesh just under the tip. And when you hovered with your open mouth just over him, hot breath fanning over his silky, glistening length, he’d go wild.

Sex with him was always raw, intense. He’d be tired from endless days of overtime but when it came to being with you, he was a ball of fire. On those nights, that intensity would take on a whole other form. He would go hard and deep, but his girth would drag against your walls slowly. He was in no rush, after all. With every languid pull back, he’d unsheathe himself almost all the way before thrusting back into your hole hard, stretching it out so perfectly, filling you up so completely.

If he felt himself getting close sooner than he liked, he’d pull out entirely and then prod only his flared head in and out of your cunt, just past the tight first ring of muscles. The sudden, heavily contrasting emptiness and that teasing stretch – maybe a deft pinch to your clit – were enough to make you come undone. He loved watching how your pussy contracted around his cockhead, as if desperately trying to suck him in.

He loved interlacing his fingers with yours against the pillows, kissing you, making your knees touch your shoulders as he leaned over to catch your parted lips with his. He wanted you as close as possible when he came. Loved that you let him come inside you, that you insisted on it, even.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of Shota deep inside you, every throb against your walls like a flare burning you up from the inside out as he relinquished rope after rope of his white-hot release to you.

But you never told him that. You’d held it close to you like an ace you were looking forward to play when the time was right. Maybe on a video call a year or two down the line if one of you was out of town. Or maybe on the first night you’d both call the same place “home”.

He loved when you ran your fingers through his hair as he drifted off, when he finally, begrudgingly accepted the end of your day together and let himself rest. You found out, that one morning, that he loved when you woke him up with soft kisses littered across his shoulders and neck, so you’d made a mental note to do it more often.

You never got to do it again.

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a-pretty-nerd · 2 years ago

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!daughter!reader

Chapter 18

Premis:

When The League of Villians discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought-out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you're in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

Word Count:

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW! smutty smut- smutsmut! Cunnilingus. PnV. Shigaraki being a dork. Shigaraki's first time.

A/N:

Happy Holidays everyone! This one is a Christmas themed smut chapter! So no plot but there is relationship development included and the sex scene isn't crazy romantic lol. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 17

Nervous? Nervous!? Why should you be nervous?

You've spent the last hours prepping. Physically, mentally, emotionally. This was it.

Christmas Day.

You've never felt excited on Christmas before. Christmas wasn't exactly on your mother's strict list of acceptable things to celebrate. Come to think of it, she wasn't exactly the type to celebrate anything unless it was an academic achievement.

You awoke at 10am Sec 25th to find the entire building decorated. Not a conventional Christmas you've always seen in the movies, and not entirely festive either. Brightly colored Christmas lights were stuck every which way you looked. Small, undecorated pine trees sat quietly against a wall or two. It was clearly a rushed and lazy job. You stood there, starring at the lights with a small smile.

Tomura had given you a small list of instructions for that night. He seemed very keen on keeping your "extra activities" to yourselves. You couldn't help but agree. It was still new. Very new. Like second hook-up new. This small list read as follows:

Come to my room after 8pm.

Make sure no one sees you.

Shower before.

And that was all.

You stood outside Shigaraki's apartment door and softly knocked. Your eyes darted around the hallway for anyone. It was quiet, it felt almost too quiet. Your anxiety bubbled up in your throat and dropped very suddenly into your stomach. You couldn't tell what frightened you more, the prospect of fucking Tomura, or the idea of getting caught fucking Tomura.

Doesn't matter now. You let out a surprised yelp as a few fingers curl around your arm and pull you inside. You fall flat into his chest, and he holds you there for a moment as he shuts the door behind you and locks it. His hair is still kind of wet, still dripping down his shoulders and shirt. He smells like his body wash, like a generic crisp oak something or other. He looks down at you, and his expression changes. His eyes narrow at you.

"You're all red. Are you sick?" He presses the back of his fingers against your cheek and neck to check for a temperature. You can't help but huff out an embarrassed smile.

"No I'm fine. You just get out of the shower?" Tomura just nods and removes his hand. He lets you go from his awkward embrace.

"Come on." He turns and walks past the suites' living room and down the hall. You follow him, getting to see little glimpses into his apartment. The kitchen looks practically untouched other than the dishes in the sink. The bathroom door is open but there are is still a lingering fog and heat from his shower. There is another bedroom, a smaller one that Tomura hides by closing the door before you can fully see it. He was too late, you already saw a quick glimpse. It was clearly his room. It was small, and cluttered. The bed was a mess and there were books and miscellaneous pages everywhere. Clearly it's the room he often works out his plans in.

Wait a moment, clearly he sleeps there. But if he isn't taking you to his room, where are you going? Tomura finally stops in front of a set of french doors. He looks back at you and then throws them open. The doors reveal a luxurious king bed master suite that is decorated for the holiday. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head. Tomura watches you with a blank expression, watching and studying your response. You turn back to look at him.

"Wow, this is pretty fucking festive." You smile. He nods. "You didn't do all this for me, did you?" A soft blush dusts his cheeks and his eyes look away from you.

"I've never really celebrated Christmas either. I wanted to surprise you." You smile.

"Merry Christmas, Tomura." He looks back at you and straightens himself out.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N." You stand there for a second starring at each other as you watch a small smile begin to tug at his lips. A few seconds pass before you look away awkwardly and then back again.

"So are you gonna kiss me, or-???" You tease. Tomura's eyes brighten and his cheeks begin to burn. He quickly approaches you and leans down to give you a sweet but trembling kiss as his arms cautiously wrap around you. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was acting scared. You plant your hands firmly on his waist and gently pull back. "Are you ok? You're shaking." His mouth goes dry and the words lodge in his throat. "We don't have to do anything tonight if you don't wanna." You offer with a kind smile. Tomura sighs. He pulls you closer to him.

"No no no, I want to. I really want to. It's just- I....mh." He grumbled.

"Are you nervous?" Tomura looks embarrassed.

"I'm new to this, okay!?" He finally shouts, pulling away from you. You wouldn't say he's angry, just frustrated, as he usually is. "That night, it happened so quickly and naturally! And now, like this- it feels so awkward and-and anxious!"

"I see."

"Don't smile at me like that. You're making it worse. You make me all nervous and excited." He grumbled, trying to avoid your eyes.

"Excited, huh? I make you, excited, Tomura?" You tease him.

"Of course you do! Y-You're smart, you're powerful, you're...gorgeous," he whispered the last word to himself. "You're used to this kind of stuff!"

"This kind of stuff?"

"I've never... I've never been close to anyone like this. I've never been kissed or held or...touched like that before. You're my first and the other night you...you didn't even let me return the favor!"

"You're upset that you didn't get to go down on me after I went down on you?" You asked with red hot cheeks. He nodded before swallowing the lump in his throat. He looked so serious, but in a different way than you've seen before.

"I'm not upset. I'm just..." He sighed. "I'm new to this, I don't want to disappointment you. And when you left after I offered, you didn't even give me a chance! " You reached out to run your hand along his shoulder and neck. He seemed to relax at your touch. He finally looks back at you.

"Well, we have all night." You ran your hand down his chest and stopped above his pants. His breathing changed. His eyes darted down from your hand back up to you.

"So...I can-?"

"Yes, Tomura, you can eat me out." You didn't expect him to look so bright eyed and excited. You blinked and suddenly he knelt down and slung you over his shoulder. "Oh my God! Tomura!" You shouted in surprise as he walked you over to the bed. He tossed you down, you bounced as you looked up at him. Both of you smiling like idiots.

"What? I've thrown you around harder than that before." He chuckled.

"Yeah but that was training! This is different." Tomura crawled over you to plant a firm and passionate kiss on your lips.

"How so? It's just like training." He moaned into your neck as he kissed down your clothed body. He paused to kiss between your tits as he gently fondled them. Open mouth kisses trailed down your tummy before he stopped at your pants. "You're just training me now." He spoke as his fingers pulled down your pants.

He pulled them down and roughly ripped them past your feet to discard them entirely. When he looked up, he watched you as you opened your legs for him. He looked star struck. He starred and then licked his lips before looking back up at you.

"What are you waiting for?" You asked before he moved. Suddenly there was a lot of tongue, everywhere. Harsh, fast, intense movements and sensations. "Ah! Tomura!" You cried, reaching your hand out and taking a fist full of hair. You pulled him back and away from you. "Hey! Calm down!" You ordered. He froze and looked up at you.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"You can't just jump in like that, that's too much, it kinda hurts." You explain. Tomura deflates a little.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. Everything I watched, they're always like that."

"I appreciate the enthusiasm, but when you first start, you have to be more gentle than that. Like, um, like you're eating ice cream."

"Like ice cream..." Tomura repeated to himself. His looked so determined as his eyes fell back between your legs. He leaned forward as he knelt down on the floor. His hands coming up to hold your thighs on either side of his head. His tongue dragged from your opening, and flicked at your clit. He caught the way you took in a sharp breath of pleasant surprise. He repeated the action again before moving his tongue to focus more on your clit. "Better?" He mumbled into your clit before kissing it.

"Mmhm." You nodded sheepishly. "Much better." Tomura's tongue quickly lapped at your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure down your legs and up your belly. Your grip on his hair loosened, now you found yourself massaging his scalp as he began to lick your entrance. His tongue curled inside of you, licking and teasing your insides. He pulled away to flatten his tongue against your clit before gently flicking. The sounds you made sent a shiver down his spine. It took everything in him not to fuck you there and then. After all, he had a job to do.

"Am I doing well?" He moaned against your thigh when he pulled away.

"Yes tomura, please don't stop." It made his chest heave the way you said 'please' for him. He pressed forward again and continued his work. Playing with you as he pleased. He licked and sucked at your juices and shuttered at the taste. He was growing antsy and impatient. "Oh fuck. Yes. Feels so good." You moaned. The praise made his head foggy. He wanted to hear more. His tongue moved faster, more intensely against your clit. "Ah! Just like that, yes!" You encouraged. He watched you. He squirmed beneath you, his cock so hard and needy.

He moaned into you. Obediently doing as you instructed or asked. He licked until your legs shook around his head. He held them tightly, and continued his fevered movements.

"Cum. Cum." Tomura grunted. "Cum for me. I want to make you cum." Another series of tongue flicks to your clit threw you over the edge. You leaned back and pressed yourself into the bed as the pleasure seeped into your muscles. You felt so dizzy and warm. The pleasure peaked as Tomura refused to stop, no matter how tightly you squeezed his head or tugged his hair.

"T-Tomura- fuck! I came! I came- you can stop." He pulled away abruptly and looked up at your exhausted expression. He wiped his mouth and chin clean before he crawled his way above you again. He began leaving loud, crazed kisses up your body as he rid you of the rest of your clothes. He pulled back to stand up and strip himself. You watched in your dazed bliss as he revealed his scarred body. His cock springing free and bouncing against his thighs.

He approached you, kissing you passionatly. His body pressed against yours as he leaned over you. His cock teased and rubbed against your entrance. You moaned as his lips made their way down your neck again. He reached down and attempted to angle himself to insert himself. You loudly gasped and pulled back. Tomura stood back and watched you with wide eyes.

"What? Did I hurt you?" He asked, confused.

"No. You just tried to put it in raw!"

"Oh C'mon, it's my first time. Can't I put it in raw at least once? Please?" You've never seen Tomura look so pitiful. He leans in again, trying to affectionatly win you over.

"No, Tomura. I'm not on the pill, I'm not risking anything. Please tell me you have condoms." You sighed. Tomura accepts defeat and reaches over to the night stand. He proceeds to take out a box and open it as he speaks.

"Can we put you on the pill?" He asked. You watch him roll the condom over his pulsating cock. Tomura clearly doesn't enjoy having it on.

"Slow down, Tiger. You don't even know if you like me that much." You teased. Tomura did not take kindly to that. The look he gives you is menacing. He rests his fists on either side of you as he stands between your legs once again. He rubs his cock up and down your entrance again.

"Can I?" He asks softly.

"Yes." Together you gasp at the sensation. He loudly moans as he stills, fully sheathed inside. He trembles and sighs into your shoulder. "You okay?" He nodded.

"You feel so- so fucking good." He feels dizzy with pleasure. He can't help it, you're so warm and soft and sweet. The way you hold him and kiss him as he slowly begins to move drives him crazy. He's so overwhelmed.

He works his way into a good rhythm. Slow and steady. It feels good to be so close and intimate. You never thought you'd ever see this side of shigaraki. Never thought you'd get to watch as he pants and whimpers above you. It excites you to see him loose his mind like this.

"Fuck... fuck!" He whined as his thrusts began to pick up the pace. "Fuck! I'm cumming! I can't stop- fuuuuuck!" He looks so pitiful like this. Holding onto you for dear life as he spills into the condom. You feel him still and lean back. He looks at you for a moment and then avoids your eyes, like he's embarrassed. He pulls out once the both of you have calmed down. He disposes of the condom and then proceeds to dress himself.

"What? No aftercare?" Tomura looks up at you, there's clearly a lot going through his mind.

"Aftercare?" He asks.

"Yeah. You gotta at least check in with me after. Maybe a kiss and a cuddle?" He looks almost surprised.

"You want to cuddle with me?"

"If you want to. C'mon you gotta take care of each other after sex." You invite him to lay down in the bed with you. Now just on his boxers, he cautiously curls up with you. "You've really never heard of aftercare?" Tomura shrugged.

"I just figured you didn't want to stay any longer."

"Why wouldn't I want to stay?"

"Cause last time you ran off and, I came too fast. Figured you probably wanted to just go back to your room."

"Give yourself some credit, it's your first time. And besides, you made me cum before so we're even."

"No we're not. We're even from the other night, I still owe you." Tomura pouted.

"Well, the night is still young." You smiled. Tomura looked at you with a excitement in his eyes. Indeed, the night was still young.

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fertilize-my-eggs · 7 months ago

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Shigi X Y/N :D Pls! i'll follow you! wait i already am.

Desperate little thing shigaraki x fem reader (oneshot)

A/N: I apologize for the long wait but there your request for a oneshot, I hope it good for youuuu!! I base this a bit on how dabi and toga join the lov but I kinda forgot how it went so I apologize for this sounding a bit off. 18+ no minors, antis or ageless blogs interact with my blogs thanks you!! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) Hope y'all enjoy this oneshot. (This is a one shot where the reader is desperate for him and wants him needy)

Warnings: smut smut SMUT + light choking + both virgin losers losing it together + unsafe sex + creampie + spit + cum eating.

I was in the middle between the blonde girl and the man with the black hair.

Her name was toga, she was asking me to come along to join this group… uhh I forgot what it was called, she was yapping my ear off that I completely forgot about this group.

I stare into a man that has light blue hair… beautiful red eyes, it's hard to tell what he looks like without the mask but I started to blush and felt like I'm staring too hard at him.

“ state your name and quirk? ” he pointed at toga as I put my hand behind my back.

“ I'm himiko toga!! This is my best friend Y/n~” she's pull my shoulders closer to her as he rolls his eyes as he tsk.

“ I said quirk, not her. ” I look down awkwardly as I feel her hand being removed from me.

“ I can transform into anyone by using their blood, are you and stainey close? ” I can tell he is getting irritated by this as he mumble.

“ I don't get it. Is she crazy? ” he pointed at the guy with the dark blue jacket.

“ What is your name and quirk? ”

He makes a tsk sound as he tilts his head.

“ I go by dabi.. I used a quirk that relates to fire.” he begins to scratch his neck as he growls.

“ What is your real name? You can't be hiding secrets while joining tsk. ” I see dabi rolling his eyes as he said.

“ I will tell you when I achieve my goals but for now it's dabi. "Then he pointed at me while scratching his neck.

“ you… don't be a brat like him, what your name and quirk. ” I felt like he was staring into my soul as I blush, I play with my hair nervously.

“ my name is y/n and my quirk is called uhh… dream imaginary, I have the ability to control, manipulate dreams and I can enter it into their mind as well.” I look down to my feet as he rises up.

“ Giran get rid of these punks, they sound like brats. '' Then everything went downhill from here, I watched toga and dabi went forward towards shigaraki as I was holding her cardigan as I watched everything in a blink of an eye.

Kurogiri stop everything by his quirk as they stop their actions as Tomura was pissed as he said.

“ I need some fresh air, I'm leaving.” I watch him leave as Himiko puff her cheeks out as she crosses her arms.

“ Shigaraki, do you want them in your group? ” Giran said as Tomura paused for a second.

“whatever.. they can stay. I don't care. ”

“ rude… y/n, let's get something to eat and then come back. ” I nod my head as I look at the new boss, he quit…. Handsome when I saw him remove his hand mask away but it was a split second as he left.

I couldn't help but find him cute as toga pulled my arm away.

It's been a couple of days since I joined their group and whenever I see our boss alone at the bar drinking away with his drink while reading a newspaper.

Toga pokes my cheeks as she giggles.” y/n-channnn, I can tell something up with youuuu!! ” she did her happily singing voice as I started to blush as I looked away from him and toward toga.

I can tell her smile has gotten bigger then usually as I look away to feel my cheeks getting hot.

“ you likeeee himm don’t you y/n-chan! ” I cover her mouth as I shush her.

“ shhhh!! He will hear you toga-chan… I-” why do I feel nervous? I feel like a toga whenever she's talking about her crushes and gushing about them as I sighed dreamily seeing him alone and needing company.

“ I can't describe it but he looks.. lonely by himself and I-.. ” toga push you up and say.” you should sit with tomura-kun!! Go for it y/n-chan. ” I begin to blush red as I move my arms fast.

“ w-wait toga don't do that I…” I was forced to sit down next to him as toga smiled happily and said.

“ Have fun!! You guys have similar things to talk about, I'll be going~ ” with my shocked expression as I see toga skipping away happily as she went out with sister magne. I can feel his eyes stare behind my head as I start to feel nervous, I slowly turn towards him as I smile.

“ heyy boss, how are you? ” I wave awkwardly as he looks into my eyes, it's hard to tell what he is thinking and feeling by this.

He turned away as he look at the newspaper, you didn't notice his cheeks getting a bit pinker than usual as I tried to make small talk with shigaraki.

“ would you like a drink miss y/n? ” I turn towards Kurogiri as I smile.” yes please… uhh I'm not sure what to get to be honest. ” I put my thumb on my lip as I think, Tomura was not looking up from the paper.

“ you can try my drink… I recommend it.” I tilt my head towards him then at kurogiri.

“ Kurogiri make the drink for her. ” I feel my cheeks heating up as I nod my head.

“ Thank you.. ” I smile at this as Kurogiri pulls a glass out to make my drink as I wait.

“ So.. ” I could barely hear it but it was my boss who spoke, it was quiet.

“ I hear toga say that we have similar things to talk about. What does she mean by that? ” I tilt my head at Tomura as I blush.

“ oh… uhh I hear you like video games and uhh.. ” I look away as I cover my cheeks.

“ I enjoy playing video games and toga barely plays with me saying that she sucks at the game. ” for the first time I've seen my boss smile as he says.

“ Oh yeah? That's interesting, me and spinner play games too.” I feel his hand touch on top of mine as his pinky is away from my skin as I smile.

“ You should play with us on League. "My smile get wide as I spoke softly.

“ yeah!! We should do that, play together. ”

Afterwards Shigaraki invited me into their gaming. It was a bit hard but I need to be closer to him and need his full attention.

I would touch his hands a bit often, he got spooked when I first touched his skin gently then I started to touch his shoulder from time to time.

He got used to my touches and I think he wants more. He would pull me into his room and ask me to lay on his slim thighs while he played his game.

Today, I got a bit needy and desperate for him as I walked into his room out of the blue.

He turned towards me immediately,he looked a bit confused about this encounter, I walked towards him with a love heart in my eyes as I bit my lips.

Fuck it, I hope he doesn't kill me off the bat, I thought to myself. I sat on his lap as he dropped the controller onto the floor, he was bit taken back by this and was off guard by you sitting on his lap.

I put my chin on his shoulder as I hug him close, I play with his hair as I press light kisses to his neck.

He gasps from this, he has no clue how to act with you on top of him. I pull away to see him wearing his earphones as I hear tiny screaming coming from his earphones as I smile at him.

“ sorry… I couldn't help myself, you're so… cute and I want you so bad~. ” I didn't give him a chance to speak as I pressed a kiss on his lips as I pulled him close.

I was expecting him to push away and to yell at me for making him lose but I gasp into the kiss and feel him grab my hips to grind upwards slowly. I feel it, I feel my cheeks getting hot, I feel his hard-on poking at my crotch area feeling myself getting wet by this.

“ f-f .... ” he groaned from the feeling as he helped me bounce on his lap.

“ Forget the game!! I can't wait any longer. I need you too. ” he quickly moves forward to close the game as he turns his computer off completely.

“ please.. ” he huffed out air as he looked up at me. “ Please take your lower clothes off, I feel like I'm gonna explode. ” I nod my head as I quickly remove my pants and underwear. Shigaraki starts removing his pants as I gasp loudly.

He was not… wearing underwear, his penis flopped out but it hit his belly, it's so pretty just like him, nice shade of pink on his head, pretty veins on the side and I started to get nervous by the size.. Jesus, how does he hide that thing? It looks a bit uncomfortable.

He groaned as he said.” come here please.. ” he wiggles his finger towards me as I look away.

“ uhh don’t you have any protection or uhh lube? ” I tile my head at him as he sighs.

“ huh? I don't have any of those.. we don't have time….” I watch Shigaraki spit at his dick as he rubs it up and down as he coo at me.

“ Come here, you made this mess happen. ” I pout my lips as I smile quietly.

I get on top of him, grabbed his base to my entrance, is this how sex work? I don't know what I am-..

I heard him grunt as he put his hands on my hips to push downward, I gasped from the sudden feeling as I closed my eyes tight.

“ desperate little thing… ahh I couldn't help myself, you're taking too long. ” I'm struggling with this new feeling, his cock feels strange but in a good way.

I feel like my hymen just broke from him pushing deep inside of me, I roll my head back as I bounce up and down… it was sloppy, I didn't know how to do this and shigaraki was getting a bit pissed by this.

He grabbed my neck out of nowhere as I gasped, I held his wrist, it wasn't too harsh but a light press onto my skin and his fingers away from my neck.

He helped me by controlling the rhythm but also was helping me to make both of us feel good.

I cry out feeling his tip hitting that sweet spot as I moan his name out loud, I roll my eyes back.

“ c-crap I can't last anymore-.. ” he removed his hands away from my neck to pull me closer to him, I felt his hand grip my hips tight and hold me still.

I felt it, my eyes widened in pure shock, the hot flow of his semen hitting my cervix, I sob out as warmth feels nice… it's like hot coco in the cold winter.

“ sorry….” he mumble as he put his face close to my neck as I blinked a few times.

“ it's okay… did you feel good? ” he nod his head as I feel his hand move to my hips as he makes me move as I moan out.

“ you didn't get to cum right? ”

“ … yeah.. ” I turned my head bashfully, the first sex felt good but it hurt a little and I didn't feel my orgasm. Maybe it's hard for females to have a big orgasm.

I see him smirk as he says.” get on the bed. ” I immediately get off, I cringe a little from the noise coming out of me as I look down to see his cum slide down my thighs, my legs were wobbly from the sex.

“ That's… hot. ” I heard him mumble, I assume he's talking about it, I started to feel heat. I lay on my back as he was getting up and getting undressed.

I've never seen him fully naked as I started to feel my cheeks getting more red by the minute he dropped down to his knees as he began to eat me out.

I gasp from this feeling as I begin to squirm from this.

“ hold still.. mhmm you taste good~ ” I heard him groaning from this, feeling his arm wrapped around my thigh to pull me close, it felt sensitive, I felt like a knot was coming undone as I screamed his name.

A flash of light hit my view as I pant heavily, was that my first orgasm?? God this is… incredible.

I've never felt like this before and I want more. He pulled away to lick his lips as he coo.

“ god… you're so beautiful like this.. do you wanna. ” he looked away feeling embarrassed as I tilt my head in confusion.

“ Do you wanna be my girlfriend? Also do you want to play round two? ” I smile as I feel joy in my chest as I nod my head.

“ yes and yes to the last part!! I'm in the mood… that was intense~. ” Tomura chuckles at my response as he presses a kiss on your lips.

“ challenge accepted~!! Ready for this gameplay player two? ” I nod my head, giggling happily, feeling Tomura pulling me close to him.

“ hell yeah!! ”

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roast-toast · 5 days ago

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No words.... Thank you for this delicious meal 🤤

AMORIA - act I

Warnings: finger fucking, humiliation, spanking, threesome, double pu**y penetration, oral (m & f receiving), squirting, asphyxiation, Dabi being Dabi, creampie, unprotected s*x, Shiggy is the boss, spit is everywhere, so is cum, more than 13k words (8k words for smut itself - you've been warned!), alcohol usage, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fem!reader

Synopsis: after a breakup, you found yourself at a club infamous for being frequented by villains, desperate to drown out all the bad memories. That’s where you encountered two of the most powerful villains — Shigaraki Tomura and Todoroki Touya, formerly known as Dabi. Upon discovering and testing your quirk, an idea began to take root in Tomura’s mind. And naturally, why stop there? Why not test your other talents too?

AMORIA - act II (to be added) AMORIA - playlist MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Waking up felt like crawling through fog, each blink a struggle against the dim, dizzy haze leftover from last night’s drinks. Blurred flashes came and went, half-formed memories that made little sense. The heaviness settled in slowly, the realization that this wasn’t your bed striking a second before something shifted against your waist.

A scarred arm draped loosely around your waist, its calloused fingers brushing your bare skin with a possessive kind of laziness, the rough pads of fingers brushing over the curve of your abdomen. Breath, hot and slow, fanned across your nape with each rise and fall of the man's chest. Dabi lay pressed against you, his white hair a tousled mess that grazed your shoulder, his sharp features softened just enough by sleep to make you forget, for a moment, how dangerous he really was. Even in sleep, he moved with a casual possessiveness, shifting closer, pressing his frame firmly against your back, grinding his slack cock against your bare ass from time to time. The warmth radiating from Todoroki felt alive, almost searing, as though the man behind you burned hotter than anything should.

The pounding in your skull throbbed with each inhale, a dizzying reminder of just how much you’d had to drink last night. The haze hadn’t lifted yet, your thoughts murky, slippery, and impossible to pin down. Bracing yourself, you blinked slowly, inhaling through parted lips as the sheer weight of his body pressed you further into the mattress. Shifting slightly, you turned, trying not to jolt yourself awake too quickly, and that’s when you saw him.

Tomura was sprawled out on your left, his wiry frame half-splayed across the mattress. His chest rose slowly, bare and warm. One hand was tucked under his head, elbow bent lazily, while the other rested on your hip. He still wore his protective glove. If he hadn’t, you knew what a single slip might mean.

A soft sound escaped your lips - something between a gasp and a whimper - as you shifted your legs, and that’s when you felt it. The unmistakable slickness between your thighs, sticky, cold and raw, made you freeze. The memories slammed into you like a tidal wave, fragments of last night piecing themselves together.

Hands - scarred, rough, and demanding - roaming over your plushy skin, leaving trails of bruises in their wake. Mouths pressed against yours, against your neck, your chest, your thighs, your pussy, taking and claiming every inch of you. The sound of low voices, rasping commands and dark praises that made your body shudder. Your skin still felt branded, marked by their touch, every nerve tingling as if it were reliving the night in flashes.

Shifting your hips again, the motion earned another quiet sound that you couldn’t suppress, and the arm wrapped around your waist tightened slightly in response. Dabi stirred, a low, guttural hum rumbling in his chest, his lips brushing faintly against the curve of your shoulder. His fingers flexed against your abdomen, pulling you closer with a lazy dominance that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Don’t start squirming unless you’re ready for round two,” came his voice, gravelly with sleep but still laced with that dark, teasing edge. He didn’t even open his eyes, his body already responding to the subtle movements of yours, hips rolling just enough to remind you exactly how tangled the three of you had been hours before.

On your other side, Tomura’s gloved fingers pressed lightly into your hip, his red eyes cracking open just enough to watch you through the veil of his lashes. A voice, dark and dripping with mockery, cut through the haze. "Oh, sweet thing, you’re finally awake.” Shigaraki slowly moved his hand up your body, caressing the curve of your waist and reaching your chin in the end. His thumb and index finger clamped around your chin, firm and unyielding, tilting your head with a deliberate force that left no room for resistance. "What a perfect morning for us, don’t you think, Dabi? I can’t fucking wait to ruin that pretty pussy of hers all over again. And don’t you even think about leaving us, Amoria. You’re ours, now and forever."

The club pulsed with heavy bass, each beat reverberating in your chest, and a thick haze of smoke clung to the air, a cocktail of cigarettes, weed, and cheap perfume mixing with the ever-present burn of alcohol. It was the kind of place you were warned to avoid, especially alone - one of those places where villains went to disappear, blend into the night like smoke.

But after tonight? Warnings didn’t mean much. The sting of a fresh breakup had driven you straight into the dark, to the kind of place that would swallow up your thoughts and leave you numb. No one you knew would set foot here, especially alone. The criminals and castaways who haunted these walls weren’t just rumors; they were way too real. But right now, you didn’t care.

Perched at the bar with one leg hooked over the other, a tight red dress hugging your figure, and a jet-black bag draped over your shoulder, you sipped slowly on something the bartender had called a Blood Moon. A wicked blend of dark rum, cherry liqueur, and a touch of grenadine, it tasted like rebellion in a glass, something that burned on the way down but left just enough sweetness behind to make you want more.

The air grew heavier, thick with tension, and it took you a minute to notice why.

High above on the VIP floor, two figures lounged in shadows. But it wasn’t the distance that made them unapproachable - it was who they were, and the weight of what they carried. They noticed you, of course. It was impossible not to feel their stares, the way they sized you up, cutting through the smoky air like blades.

Shigaraki stood above, leaning against the steel railing of the VIP lounge, his posture loose and almost bored. Dressed in a sleek, dark suit that clung to his wiry frame, he seemed a creature entirely his own, something both sharp and unsettling, his presence a chill running through the pulse of the club. His hands, resting on the railing, wore thin black gloves over two fingers on each hand - a careful precaution, one you didn’t want to dwell on. The other fingers tapped rhythmically against the metal, a steady, almost taunting beat.

Next to him, more menace than man, lounged Touya Todoroki - Dabi, though that name was practically useless now. His hair, white as death, fell messily over his eyes, but his gaze - heavy-lidded, cerulean gaze, bored directly into you. It was the kind of stare that looked through you, stripping you bare and seeing every lie, every flaw. Like he’d already decided exactly what to do with you. His white hair was catching the colored lights and casting strange shadows across his face. He wasn’t wearing a suit - of course he wasn’t. His choice of attire was as casual as it was provocative: a black, fitted, buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a mess of scars trailing up his forearms, and ripped jeans that sat low on his hips, held up by nothing more than a thick, black, leather belt.

Shigaraki’s eyes were assessing you as though deciding what to do with a curiosity he hadn’t planned on. Dabi’s smirk had a different edge - sharper, darker, a look that made your pulse spike in ways you’d never admit out loud. Whatever this was, it wasn’t simple curiosity.

There was no reason to be here. Nothing logical, anyway. The breakup had left you restless, something bitter and rebellious churning in your chest. Revenge on your ex? Maybe. A flirtation with something you shouldn’t have? Probably. Or maybe it was just the need to feel alive, if only for a night, surrounded by people who understood what it meant to live outside the law.

The bartender slid another drink in front of you - a Blow Job. Confused, you looked up. “I didn’t order this.”

He jerked his thumb toward the bar, where Dabi now stood, ordering a fresh bottle of whiskey. His eyes, that unmistakable blue, were locked on you. He didn’t bother looking away, just let his eyes roam over your body, slowly, deliberately, with an intensity that was anything but polite.

“Guess he did,” the bartender shrugged, turning away to tend to someone else.

Dabi raised his drink in your direction, smirk tugging at his scarred mouth, a silent invitation - or maybe a dare.

Dabi didn’t move at first, leaning casually against the bar, his smirk sharp as a knife. The bottle of whiskey dangled loosely from one hand, the other lifting his glass to his lips, eyes never leaving you. His gaze was a slow drag, deliberate, assessing. “Why don’t you come join us upstairs, princess?” His voice was low, gravelly, and loud enough to cut through the music. There was no question in the way he said it - more an invitation wrapped in a command, laced with an edge that made it clear he didn’t hear no very often.

Tilting your head, you gave him a once-over, matching his intensity with your own. “Not interested,” you said, your tone sharp, controlled. “I’m fine right here.”

The smirk widened, and he let out a short, amused laugh. “Yeah?” He leaned closer, setting the glass down on the bar with a sharp clink. “I don’t think you know what you’re turning down, sweetheart.”

Something in the way he said it sent a flicker of heat through you, but you held your ground, your leg crossing over the other as you turned back to your drink. “I’ve got all the excitement I need down here,” you said dryly, lifting your glass with a raised brow.

Dabi didn’t back off. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence radiating warmth that felt too intimate, too deliberate. He dipped his head slightly, his breath brushing your ear as he spoke, low and dangerous. “You shouldn’t play games with people like us. We don’t do soft. We don’t do fair.”

He wasn’t bluffing, and you knew it.

Straightening up, he looked at you again, letting his hand trail along the bar as he stepped back. “But if you’re really not interested…” His shrug was slow, his smirk still carved onto his face as though he knew exactly how this would end. “Suit yourself.”

You hated how your pulse quickened, hated the way the challenge lingered in the air between you. The words don’t do soft repeated in your head, pulling at the threads of your resolve. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the week you’d had, but before you could stop yourself, your feet were moving, heels clicking against the marble floor as you followed him.

He didn’t even check to see if you were coming. The bastard already knew.

The staircase was tucked into the far corner, shadowed and out of sight of most of the club.

Dabi’s shoulders led the way, the bottle swinging lazily in his grip as if he didn’t care that every eye on the dancefloor followed his movements. The music faded slightly as you ascended, but the air grew heavier, thicker, as though the space above carried its own gravity.

The VIP lounge was dimly lit, the low, amber light reflecting off a sleek, black leather couch where Shigaraki sat sprawled out, one leg hooked lazily over the other. His white hair fell messily over his forehead, a cigarette dangling between two fingers as he exhaled a slow plume of smoke. A lowball glass sat in his other hand, whiskey and ice swirling in lazy circles as he tilted it absentmindedly. His red eyes flicked up as you entered, sharp and cutting, taking you in with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

“Finally brought her up, huh?” His voice was smooth but tinged with that unmistakable edge of boredom, like he couldn’t care less, yet his eyes told a different story. They lingered on you a beat too long, assessing, weighing, before he took another drag from his cigarette.

Dabi shrugged, tossing himself into the opposite end of the couch. “Wasn’t easy,” he said, his smirk never wavering. “She’s got a mouth on her.”

Shigaraki’s lips twitched into something close to a grin, a humorless thing that didn’t reach his eyes. “Good. It’ll make things more interesting.”

You stood at the edge of the room, every instinct screaming at you to leave, but the weight of their gazes pinned you in place.

Dabi poured a generous amount of whiskey into his glass, then tilted the bottle toward the empty one next to Shigaraki’s. He didn’t ask if you wanted a drink; he poured you one anyway. “Sit,” Dabi growled, nodding toward the space between them on the couch, his voice casual, but there was a command in it that left no room for argument.

Shigaraki’s hand rested on the back of the couch, fingers drumming slowly against the leather as he watched you, waiting. “Unless you’re scared,” the white haired man said, his voice soft, almost mocking, a challenge hanging on every syllable.

Something in your chest tightened. Pride or stubbornness - maybe both - kept your feet moving until you lowered yourself onto the couch, your body painfully aware of the heat radiating from both sides. The glass of whiskey was pressed into your hand, Dabi’s long fingers brushing against yours as he handed it over.

“Good girl,” the leader of the League of Villains murmured, leaning back into the couch with a smirk that promised nothing about tonight would be soft.

The leather couch felt sinfully soft beneath you. You cradled the glass of whiskey in your hands.

The air in the room thickened like tar, suffocating and inescapable.

Shigaraki tilted his head, studying you with the same detached curiosity as a predator playing with its prey. His crimson gaze burned with an intensity that seemed to peel back your skin, exposing something raw and vulnerable beneath.

Your throat felt dry despite the whiskey still warming your hand. Steeling your nerves, you met his gaze head-on. “You’re the leader, right?” Your voice was steady, though you hated how breathless it sounded. “Why would someone like you want someone like me around?”

Shigaraki’s lips curled slowly, something far too knowing glimmering in his eyes. “Someone like you?” he repeated, voice smooth, low, and entirely dangerous. “You underestimate yourself.”

He leaned forward, resting his forearm on his knee, letting his fingers hang loosely, inches from where your thigh rested against the couch. Shigaraki chuckled, a low, dry sound that barely stirred the air. “Let’s say I’m a connoisseur of beauty.” His words were slow, deliberate. “And you,” he continued, letting his eyes drag down your frame in a way that felt like a physical touch, “look exquisite in that dress.”

Dabi snorted from the other end of the couch, his smirk widening as he poured himself another drink. “Connoisseur of beauty,” he repeated mockingly, shaking his head. “You’re so full of pretentious shit, boss.”

Shigaraki didn’t so much as glance at him, his focus locked entirely on you.

Heat bloomed in your cheeks despite yourself, and you took a longer sip of your drink, hoping it might disguise the faint blush.

Shigaraki noticed, of course — he didn’t miss much, apparently. His grin widened, a touch of smugness slipping into his expression.

"You're blushing, doll," Dabi pointed out bluntly, his voice dripping with mockery. "That’s fucking adorable."

Shigaraki, clearly entertained, shifted closer. His partially gloved hand reached out, resting lightly on your knee. "So," he drawled, his voice conversational, as though he weren’t sitting far too close for comfort, "what’s someone like you doing in a place like this? This isn’t exactly the scene for someone so soft."

You glanced at him, the faintest flicker of a challenge in your eyes. "What makes you think I’m soft?"

Shigaraki’s lips twitched into a smirk. "You don’t exactly scream villain." He tilted his head, studying you. "But you’ve got an edge. Something’s brought you here. What is it?"

The question lingered, heavy and probing.

You took a sip of the whiskey, its burn cutting through your nerves as you turned your attention to the man sprawled across from you. You exhaled, feeling the whiskey’s fire loosen your tongue. “My boyfriend cheated on me,” you confessed, bitter and sharp. “With someone I thought was my friend.” You exhaled slowly, setting your glass on the table as you straightened your shoulders. "So, here I am. Figured I might as well see how the other side lives."

Dabi let out a low, wry whistle. "Oh, the little doll has been hurt? How sad must be your life ever since!”

"Cheaters are the worst," Tomura stated matter-of-factly. "But that doesn’t explain why you’d come here of all places. This club isn’t exactly known for its wholesome clientele."

You shrugged, feeling the tension in the room shift slightly. "Maybe I wanted to see if there was anyone left in the world worse than him."

Dabi laughed, a dry, humorless sound that made the corners of his scarred mouth twist upward.

"Oh, sweetheart," Shigaraki started, his hand leaving your knee to retrieve his cigarette, "you definitely came to the right place." He took a slow drag, his crimson eyes never leaving yours. "But you might want to be careful. Looking for something sharp enough to make you feel again might be a risky move.”

Your breath hitched, but you clenched your jaw, refusing to break under his scrutiny. “Maybe,” you admitted, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. “What does it matter to you?”

Tomura’s smirk widened, slow and predatory, as though he’d already won some unspoken game. “It matters because you walked into our world,” he murmured, voice dark as the shadows clinging to the room’s edges. “And I’m curious just how far you’re willing to fall.”

Dabi poured himself another drink, downed it, and set his glass down with a sharp clink. "We don’t fix broken things. We break them further."

His scarred hand lifted, fingers brushing along the curve of your jaw, his calloused thumb briefly rubbing against your lower lip before trailing to your neck, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. His long fingers ghosted over your shoulder, where your pulse thudded traitorously fast. Dabi leaned in, inhaling deeply, as if memorizing your scent, the warmth of his breath searing against your skin. He stuck out his tongue and ran it up your pulsepoint.

A cold chill ran down your spine.

“Sweet,” the scarred man murmured, voice low and rough. “You smell so clean, so untouched.”

Shigaraki’s amusement flickered in the curve of his mouth as he reached for the whiskey bottle, pouring another drink for you. “Where do you work?” His tone was casual, but the underlying curiosity felt anything but.

You hesitated, weighing the danger of answering truthfully, but there was no point in lying. They’d sniff out deceit like blood in the water. “Endeavor’s agency,” you admitted carefully. “I handle paperwork.”

The moment the words left your lips, the atmosphere in the room shifted violently, like the air had been sucked from it.

Dabi’s smirk vanished, replaced by a flash of raw fury that turned his eyes into blazing shards of ice. His glass hit the nearest wall with a deafening crash, shards of crystal scattering across the floor. The amber liquid smeared down the wallpaper like a wound.

“Endeavor,” Dabi snarled, his voice venomous, the name leaving his lips like a curse. He surged to his feet, towering over you in an instant. “You work for that bastard, cunt?” Touya’s chest heaved, nostrils flaring as though he could still smell Endeavor’s presence clinging to you. The growl in his voice was feral, like a wildfire barely contained. He didn’t wait for an answer, his scarred hands twitching at his sides as if itching to burn something — or rather someone.

Instinct overrode reason, propelling a desperate retreat from the leather couch. The corner of the room felt like a safer haven. Your breath came in short, uneven bursts, heart pounding as you pressed yourself against the wall, putting as much distance as you could between yourself and the sheer force of his rage. “I… It’s nothing but a job… I need to pay rent, to pay bills… And he pays well…”

Tomura rose from his spot slowly, movements fluid and purposeful. He reached Dabi with unhurried ease, his touch strangely tender as his fingers brushed along the edges of that scarred jaw. “Touya.” His voice was soft yet commanding, laced with something purely intimate.

Dabi’s breath hitched but didn’t slow as his azure eyes were locked on your trembling form, fury still crackling beneath his skin like an electric wire.

Tomura’s fingers tightened, holding the other man in place — not restraining, but rather grounding. He tilted Dabi’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. “Look at me.” Shigaraki pressed a firm, grounding kiss against the jagged edge of Touya’s scarred jawline. “Breathe,” he murmured against the marred skin, voice softer now, a private thing not meant for anyone else’s ears. “And calm the fuck down.”

Shigaraki didn’t wait for any response from the scarred man. He yanked Dabi closer by the collar of his jacket, crashing their mouths together with bruising force.

A low, guttural sound escaped Dabi’s throat as Shigaraki bit down on his lower lip, dragging his teeth across scarred flesh in a way that was equal parts punishment and possession. Dabi hissed, but instead of pulling back, he leaned in harder, matching the intensity with reckless hunger. His fingers clawed into Shigaraki’s sides, pulling him closer, like he couldn’t bear the distance between them.

Their tongues danced together.

The sight was mesmerizing and intimate, enough to make your heart thud erratically against your ribcage. You watched, your mouth hanging open slightly, a realization dawning — they were a thing, unmistakably so, and they were unabashedly natural about their affection.

Shigaraki finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Dabi’s, murmuring something low you couldn’t hear.

“Better?” Shigaraki finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dabi exhaled shakily, his scarred lips quirking into a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re such a bastard, boss,” he rasped, voice low but lacking any real venom. The tension in his frame eased.

Shigaraki finally turned his attention back to you, his expression calm, composed, as though nothing unusual had just happened. “Why don’t you take a seat over there, doll?” He gestured to a plush leather armchair nearby, his voice cool but not unkind. “Relax, and tell us a bit about your quirk. I’m curious about that part.”

You moved to the armchair, its soft leather embracing your form as you tried to compose yourself.

Dabi, his earlier fury now cooled, returned to his spot on the couch beside Shigaraki. Rather than pouring himself another drink, he simply grabbed the whiskey bottle, tilting it back for a long, hard swallow, his eyes never leaving your form.

Gathering your nerves, you began, "My quirk is called Amoria," you uttered, your voice steady despite the swirling emotions. "When I kiss someone, I can amplify their quirks, enhancing their abilities beyond their usual limits for a couple of minutes.. And if I am in love with that person, the effect is not only stronger but lasts longer, too."

Dabi set the bottle down with a thud, a smirk playing on his lips, while Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You might actually be more useful than I initially thought,” Dabi remarked, grinning. There was no warmth in his smile, only a sardonic twist of his lips that suggested he saw you not as a person but as a potential tool to be exploited. "Especially with a quirk like that."

Shigaraki, who had been quietly observing the exchange, perked up with a renewed interest that bordered on avid fascination. "I think we need to test this power of yours," Tomura declared, a hint of excitement threading through his usually calm demeanor.

Your heart skipped a beat at the directness of his demand. The thought of kissing Shigaraki, of being so close to someone so dangerously powerful, sent a shiver of fear mixed with a disgust down your spine. You hesitated, your instincts screaming for caution You shifted uncomfortably in the armchair, the weight of their gazes making you feel exposed and vulnerable. "I — I'd rather not," you stammered, trying to muster your courage to deny him.

Shigaraki’s expression darkened at your reluctance. He leaned forward, his voice lowering to a whisper that somehow filled the entire room. “Don’t make me regret my curiosity,” he said, his words carrying a sweet venom. “It would be a shame to have to disintegrate you for withholding such a valuable demonstration.”

The threat, veiled in a veneer of charm, was clear. Swallowing hard, you realized that your options were few and your situation precarious.

With a heavy heart and mind racing with anxious thoughts, you stood from the armchair and approached Shigaraki and Dabi, the tension palpable.

Shigaraki's gaze was fixed, predatory, as he watched you come closer. In a swift motion, he reached out and grasped your wrist, pulling you towards him with an unexpected force.

Caught off balance, your only options were to awkwardly straddle his lap or risk tumbling to the floor. Choosing the former, you settled uneasily atop him, feeling his hands begin a slow, almost explorative motion up and down your waist. His touch was paradoxically gentle, fingers tracing the fabric of your dress as he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent with an almost reverent curiosity. His chapped lips parted slightly, eyes locked onto yours with a piercing intensity.

Then, with a deliberate slowness, Shigaraki moved his gloved hand to your neck, guiding you down into a kiss. His lips were rough, tasting strongly of whiskey and cigarettes.

As the kiss deepened, a faint glowing aura began to radiate around you, the visual manifestation of your quirk activating under the intimate contact.

Tomura shifted beneath you, his hands moving to your back to pull you closer, an unspoken demand for more of the power you were unwittingly amplifying. Shigaraki could feel the raw power filling his veins with a raw, unnatural power, every cell in his body seeming to awaken with renewed vigor.

When he finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected you momentarily, and you whined at the loss of contact.

Shigaraki's breath was heavy, his eyes alight with a wild sort of exhilaration. "Fuuuck. I've never felt so powerful before," he confessed, his voice hoarse with wonder. He turned to Dabi, his expression one of awe mixed with a fierce triumph. "Not even after months in that tube at the doctor's hideout when I was getting boosted. This is fucking incredible."

"Come here," Shigaraki panted, voice low, roughened by desire and authority. There was no room for disobedience, no chance to escape. His fingertips pressed into the soft curve of your waist, sliding possessively up and down your sides, mapping every inch of skin through the thin fabric of your dress. “Kiss me again,” the leader of the League of Villains demanded, the edge in his voice razor-sharp, leaving no space for refusal. The implied threat lingered, dangerous and undeniable — you knew exactly what he was capable of. One wrong move, one hint of defiance, and he could end you with the barest touch.

So you leaned in for a kiss.

His mouth crushed against yours, demanding everything. He groaned against your mouth, low and guttural, his body rigid with restraint he was quickly losing. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, sharp and possessive. He never knew someone else’s spit could taste that good. His crimson eyes burned with violent need, pupils blown wide with lust.

Your head spun, breath stolen as his tongue delved deeper, tangling with yours in a battle for control you’d already lost. You gasped against his mouth when his grip on your hips tightened, pressing you down against the hard, unmistakable evidence of his arousal straining beneath his suit pants.

Shit. You were completely, utterly fucked.

A sharp, irritated growl suddenly shattered the charged atmosphere.

Touya's jaw clenched as he watched Shigaraki’s hands roam possessively over your body, his fingers digging into your waist like he owned you. The sight clearly infuriated the scarred man.

Shigaraki didn’t loosen his grip on you, his crimson gaze flicking lazily toward Dabi without a shred of concern. “Don’t forget who the boss is.”

“Thought we were sharing,” Dabi drawled, voice low and threatening. “Didn’t think you’d keep all the fun for yourself, boss.” Dabi yanked you off Shigaraki and forced you to straddle his lap. His kiss was brutal — searing and unforgiving, all teeth and tongue, like he was determined to brand himself into you.

Suddenly, a heat exploded where his fingers dug into your waist, the surge of your quirk sparking to life as your mouths tangled together. You felt it hit him — a sudden, visceral rush of boosted power crackling beneath his skin like wildfire.

Dabi broke the kiss with a ragged gasp, his pupils blown wide with lust and power. “Fuck,” he rasped, eyes blazing like molten fire. “Fucking amazing.”

Before you could answer, a sharp snarl tore from Shigaraki’s throat. He was on you in an instant. “She’s fucking mine, Touya,” Tomura snapped, voice low and deadly, every syllable dripping with dangerous intent.

Before you could even steady yourself, Shigaraki yanked you back into his lap with brutal force, his fingers digging possessively into your thighs. You gasped, hands bracing against his chest as he hauled you close, locking you in place.

His tongue forced its way past your lips again, demanding dominance.

You had no room to resist — not with the way his hips rolled beneath you. You whimpered against his mouth as he rocked his hips into yours again, letting you feel just how hard he was beneath the rough fabric of his pants. The friction was intoxicating, setting every nerve alight with white-hot need. And you discovered you weren’t scared anymore.

Shigaraki broke the kiss just long enough to rasp, "I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard, doll." His voice was raw, wrecked with desire and possessive rage, leaving no room for interpretation. His red eyes gleamed with dark intent, lips twisted into something between a snarl and a smirk.

Your breath hitched, shock and adrenaline colliding in your chest. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think — trapped between two villains driven by lust, power, and an insatiable need to claim what they thought was theirs.

Dabi wiped his mouth with the back of his scarred hand, eyes still blazing with want and jealousy. His tongue flicked over his lower lip, tasting the remnants of your saliva as his gaze snapped to where you were pinned on Shigaraki’s lap, bodies tangled in a possessive, desperate clash of dominance and need. “Oh, so now you get greedy, huh?” Dabi sneered, his scarred lips curling into a mocking smirk. “You’re not the only one who wants a piece of her, Shiggy.” His eyes flicked to yours, sharp and filled with something feral, before settling back on Tomura. “I think I deserve a turn with that little whore after that little taste.”

“Hey, I’m not a whore!” You protested with furrowed brows.

“Oi! Shut the fuck up,” Touya replied dismissively.

Tomura’s hand sneaked under the edge of your tight dress, boldly rubbing against your clothed pussy. You were oh so hot down there.

You parted your lips, letting out a cute moan as you shivered.

Dabi’s jaw clenched, anger flickering hotly behind his eyes. He tilted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his scarred face as he dragged his gaze down your trembling form. “C’mon, boss.” His voice dipped lower, almost coaxing but still dangerous. “You really wanna share her here? In this shitty club, with all these useless extras nearby?” His tongue flicked over his bottom lip as his gaze dragged over you, slow and deliberate. “We could take her back to the hideout. Somewhere private.”

Shigaraki’s lips twisted into a grin, sharp and predatory. He looked at you, tilting your chin up with a single finger, forcing you to meet his unrelenting gaze. “What do you say, sweetheart?” His voice dripped with mock sweetness, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a way that made you shiver. “Hope you are ready to come with us.”

You couldn’t speak, your throat tightening as their intentions became horrifyingly clear, so you just shook your head.

Shigaraki sighed and leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, “I wasn’t fucking asking.”

Before you could even process the command, Dabi was already moving, improving his leather jacket. His gaze lingered on you, sharp and hungry. “Move your ass,” he warned, his voice a dangerous purr. “We don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Shigaraki’s hand trailed down your waist, tugging you off his lap with rough impatience as he rose to his feet. His fingers never left your body, keeping you tethered to him like a prize he’d already claimed.

Your heart pounded in your chest as they guided you toward the club’s shadowed back exit, Dabi’s molten gaze burning into your back while Shigaraki’s hand stayed possessively firm around your waist.

There was no escape.

And the most terrifying truth was that, deep down, a part of you didn’t want to escape at all.

Your body trembled as you were bent over the edge of the bed, completely naked — exposed and pliant, just the way they liked.

The sheets bunched beneath your hands as you braced yourself, trying to focus — trying to breathe — but it was impossible with Dabi lounging lazily in front of you.

His scarred back pressed into the mattress, one arm propped behind his head as he gazed at you through half-lidded eyes, utterly at ease. His cock, flushed and hard, rested against his stomach as he watched you.

“Come on, don’t get shy now,” Dabi murmured, his gravelly voice a mixture of teasing and condescension. His thumb traced your bottom lip briefly before guiding himself into the warm heat of your mouth.

Your tongue welcomed him, slick and obedient, and he groaned lowly, his hips rocking just enough to force you to take him deeper.

Touya hissed through his teeth, one of his hands coming to rest on the back of your head. “That’s it. Good girl.”

The sound of his pleasure reverberated through you, but your focus shattered when a new sensation made itself known — a hot, slick pressure against your folds. Your thighs twitched as the sensation grew bolder — tracing the curve of your pussy lips before pushing past them.

A muffled whine vibrated around Dabi’s length, and you instinctively arched. With a sharp pop, you pulled off Dabi’s cock, saliva trailing from the corner of your mouth as you gasped for air and moaned shamelessly. Your voice wavered with desperation as you glanced over your shoulder.

There he was — Shigaraki, kneeling between your spread legs, his crimson gaze half-lidded and focused solely on you. “Stop fucking squirming,” he rasped impatiently, giving your cheek a hard spank, his voice raw and hungry. His calloused fingers spread your ass cheeks wide, holding you open for his eager mouth. The drag of his tongue from your soaked entrance to your clit sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine, and your knee buckled.

Your mouth formed a large “O”, and a tear threatened to roll down your cheek.

“Tsk. Pathetic,” Dabi scoffed from in front of you.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he delivered a stinging slap to your cheek. Your head snapped back, and your wide, tear-glazed eyes met his.

“There we go,” he smirked, clearly pleased to have your full attention again. Slowly, almost deliberately, Dabi ran his hand over his throbbing cock, his skin glistening with the remnants of your spit. He stroked himself lazily, letting you watch every movement, every twitch of his muscles. “I didn’t say you could stop, doll.”

He tapped the head of his cock against your lips, and of course you accepted him in your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, up and down, gently flexing your tongue to tease the massive vein located underneath his cock. A tear finally escaped your eye.

Dabi clicked his tongue, his hand tangling into your hair before giving a sharp tug that forced you off him with an audible pop. Your lips parted, spit trailing down and on his thigh as you looked up at him, dazed and desperate. “You’re pathetic, you know that, whore?” he taunted, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock, teasing himself while spreading your saliva all over his shaft. “Can’t even handle both of us, huh?”

“I am… Not a whore,” you reminded him, slowly opening your mouth to moan loudly as Tomura spanked your ass a few more times.

Behind you, Shigaraki groaned impatiently. “Stop hogging her attention,” he rasped, his voice rough with want. Without waiting, he buried his face between your legs again, his tongue flicking messily over your swollen clit before dragging back down to your slick entrance.

“Shit— Tomura…” you gasped, your back arching instinctively as you ground your pussy against his face. “Just like that.”

“Focus,” Dabi growled from above, snapping his fingers to reclaim your gaze.

Your eyes darted back to him, your face still flushed and your lips glistening.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, that sadistic little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You nodded and wrapped your lips around his shaft again. You pushed your mouth down his shaft until you felt his white, pubic hair that surrounded his cock tickle your nose. While you were sucking Dabi's cock, doing your best to make him satisfied with your efforts, your hand instinctively drifted down between your trembling thighs, fingers seeking relief. Just as you brushed against your slick folds, a rough, calloused hand snatched your wrist, shoving it away.

“Don’t,” Shigaraki growled, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that sent a shiver up your spine.

Before you could protest, his hands gripped your hips, spreading your ass cheeks apart until your pussy was exposed, open, and vulnerable to him. You barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you.

Shigaraki’s tongue teased the sensitive edges of your entrance slowly, circling in a way that made your thighs tremble. Then, without warning, he pushed in, his tongue slipping into your tight hole, wet and insistent.

The sensation sent white-hot pleasure through you, a sharp, helpless moan tearing from your throat as you arched beneath his touch. Spit spilled from corners of your mouth, dripping on Touya’s thighs.

Dabi’s cock twitched against your tongue at the sight, his grip tightening in your hair. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with amusement. “You really are a mess, aren’t you?”

Behind you, Shigaraki decided to shove your thigh up, pressing your knee onto the edge of the bed to grant himself full, unhindered access. His mouth returned to your pussy, more frantic this time — his tongue working in desperate, messy licks as if he were starved for the taste of you.

Between Dabi’s demanding gaze and his cock successfully suffocating you, and Shigaraki’s relentless tongue attacking you from behind, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped your lips.

“That’s more like it,” Dabi praised mockingly, his smile turning cruel as he watched you unravel.

Shigaraki let out a low, pleased hum, his face buried between your thighs yet again. “She’s close,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, his nails digging lightly into your flesh as he kept you exactly where he wanted you while he fucked you with his long, skilled tongue.

“Better not pass out yet,” Dabi added, his voice a wicked purr as he delivered a few hard slaps to your face. “We’re just getting started.”

You pulled off Dabi’s cock with a gasp, your chest heaving as you desperately sucked in air between moans. Your lips were swollen, glistening with spit.

Dabi growled low in his throat, a dangerous sound that made your core tighten. His scarred hand curled around the base of his cock, dragging the flushed, leaking head down the side of your face, smearing it across your heated skin before settling it against your parted lips.

“Don’t get lazy on me now,” he warned, voice gravelly with irritation.

Your tongue darted out instinctively, flicking teasingly over his tip as he groaned softly in response. You played with him, swirling your tongue around the angry red head before slowly wrapping your lips around him again. You moaned, your eyelids fluttering in bliss. Inch by inch, you pushed him deeper into your mouth, sucking greedily until you took as much as you could manage, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making you gag each time.

Your lips stretched tight around his veiny girth, and you began moving in earnest, bobbing your head forward and back, each bounce deliberate and needy. One of your hands reached to cup and fondle his balls gently, coaxing soft curses from his lips, while the other steadied yourself on his shredded thigh.

Dabi hissed between gritted teeth, his cock twitching angrily in your mouth, pulsing in warning as he grew closer to his release.

Then Shigaraki joined in.

You gasped softly when you felt his fingers slide into your slick pussy from behind, curling just right as they pressed against your walls. He didn’t stop there, though — his mouth returned to you, tongue swirling over your folds in tandem with his digits. Your knees nearly buckled from the dual sensations, but you didn’t falter.

If anything, you grew more relentless.

You let your spit spill messily. Your hair was tangled, cheeks flushed and streaked with tears as you worked him harder, sucking him down greedily. You didn’t care how fucked out you looked. It didn’t matter after all.

“Fuck—” Dabi hissed, his voice shaky now, his composure cracking. His hand fisted into your hair, tugging hard enough to make your scalp sting. He bucked his hips into your mouth with wild desperation, chasing his release. “That’s it, you little slut,” he grunted through clenched teeth, his voice rough and broken. With one final thrust, he pressed your face flush against his pubic bone, holding you there as he came. His cock twitched violently, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum down your throat in short, jerky spurts.

You moaned around him, the vibrations sending another shiver through his overstimulated body as he groaned loudly, rolling his head back against the pillow. His grip on your hair loosened just slightly, and when you pulled back, your mouth was still full of his seed.

Dabi cracked open one eye, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he looked down at you. “Don’t swallow yet,” he ordered, his voice strained but firm.

You stared up at him, cheeks puffed slightly and tongue cradling his release as you awaited his next command, your body trembling while Shigaraki’s relentless ministrations continued behind you. You could only whine in a strange voice as you didn’t want to spill a single drop of Dabi’s cum.

Shigaraki's tongue and fingers worked you over relentlessly, a maddening rhythm of teasing and torment. He slipped two fingers inside you with an ease that made you shiver, his knuckles pressing against your entrance as he angled his head just right. His tongue flicked purposefully over the swollen bundle of nerves, the sensation sharp and consuming.

Your thighs trembled again, threatening to buckle, but Shigaraki’s grip held you firm, forcing you to take it all.

“Open up.”

Dabi’s voice cut through the haze, a low, commanding drawl that demanded your focus. Propped casually on his elbow where he lay, he watched you with narrowed, calculating eyes.

You obeyed without hesitation, your lips parting, tongue sticking out just enough to display the evidence of your submission — his seed still cradled there.

A faint hum of satisfaction vibrated from Dabi’s throat. “Look at you,” he murmured, his scarred hand reaching out to stroke your cheek in a gesture that was far too gentle given the situation. The warmth of his palm lingered as he cupped your jaw, tilting your head upward with effortless control.

“Been such a good girl for us,” he praised, his tone soft but tinged with that edge of condescension that made your stomach tighten. He pushed himself up onto his knees, his presence now towering over you as he gazed down at your wrecked expression. The grin that stretched across his face was wild and possessive, a cruel glint in his pale eyes as he leaned in closer. “Open wide,” he mused, and you could do nothing but obey, your mouth parting further at his demand.

Dabi held your gaze as he spat, the slow descent of a globe of his saliva deliberate. It landed messily on your upper lip, the warmth of it pooling before sliding down into your waiting mouth, mingling with his cum and your own lingering spit. Your breath hitched as you felt your pride stripped away.

“Now, you can swallow,” he ordered softly, his voice dripping with twisted satisfaction.

You did, your throat working as you obeyed, your gaze never leaving his. The desperation in your eyes only seemed to amuse him more, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw in reward as you blinked up at him.

It was then that Shigaraki’s fingers curled inside you, finding that perfect spongy spot deep within. Your body tensed, a loud, broken whine escaping your lips as your walls spasmed around his digits, your release crashing over you in uncontrollable waves. Shigaraki’s tongue stayed firm against your clit, drawing out every last tremor as you came apart.

You couldn’t stop the shy, breathy whimper that left you as your body sagged slightly, your face flushed in embarrassment.

Shigaraki pulled back just enough to growl lowly against you, the vibration sending another spark of sensitivity through your core as you cleaned your folds from remnants of your release. “Good girl,” the man praised, his voice rough and husky with satisfaction.

Dabi chuckled darkly from above you, thumb tilting your chin up so you were forced to meet his gaze again. “Don’t get all shy on us now,” he teased, his smile sharp and devilish. “You’re doing so well.”

Shigaraki’s gloved hand — slick with your cum — wrapped firmly around your chin, tilting your head up until you were forced to meet his eyes. His crimson eyes burned into yours before he leaned in, claiming your mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger. He groaned as his tongue pushed past your lips, eager, desperate to taste the remnants of Dabi’s cum still coating your tongue.

The moment his mouth met yours, your quirk activated instinctively. A faint aura bloomed around you, light and humming with energy, sending a ripple of warmth through the air.

Shigaraki growled deep in his throat, his entire body tensing as the surge hit him, spreading like wildfire through his cells. The sound was guttural, animalistic, as if he’d been jolted alive. “Fuck—” he hissed, his lips leaving yours briefly as he shivered from the rush.

“Tsk,” Dabi chuckled, the sound low and smug as he took advantage of Shigaraki’s distraction. Dabi’s scarred hand wrapped around Tomura’s cock. His hand pumped slow, deliberate strokes, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head just to coax a sharp gasp from his boyfriend’s lips. “Relax, hothead. You’re shaking like a leaf.”

Your lips were abandoned as Shigaraki’s focus faltered completely, his attention turning to Dabi with a heated glare. “Ugly bastard,” Tomura rasped, though the way his hips bucked into Dabi’s hand betrayed just how easily he was unraveling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dabi murmured smugly, his voice a soft purr. With a rough tug and a smirk, he pulled Shigaraki into a kiss that left you breathless just from watching. Their lips met in a clash of teeth and tongues, Dabi’s dominance clear as he guided Shigaraki back onto the bed with ease. Tomura didn’t resist; he let Dabi push him down, his white hair splayed like a halo on the sheets.

Dabi settled between Tomura’s thighs, his sharp grin softening into something dangerously wicked as he ducked his head. Without preamble, his mouth wrapped around Shigaraki’s cock, and Tomura let out a broken groan, his back arching off the bed.

“Fucking hell, Touya…” Tomura rasped, one hand flying to Dabi’s white hair, gripping tight.

You were left kneeling at the edge, forgotten, stripped of their attention. A needy whine escaped you before you could stop it, the ache between your legs too much to ignore. Frustration flared hot in your chest, but you couldn’t look away from the sight in front of you — Shigaraki, the leader of the League of Villains, wrecked and trembling under Todoroki’s mouth, and Dabi himself, so smug and methodical as he sucked his boyfriend off.

“Assholes,” you muttered under your breath, though your voice lacked any real venom. Giving in, your hand drifted down between your thighs, your fingers brushing over your slick folds. A sharp inhale left you as you began to rub lazy, teasing circles against your clit, your gaze fixed on them as if the sight alone might bring you release.

There was something maddeningly hot about the way Dabi could so easily dominate Shigaraki — about how quickly the sharp edges of the most powerful man softened under Touya’s touch.

How the hell had it come to this? You barely remembered. The whiskey at the club burned as it came back to you, their teasing words, the way Dabi and Shiggy had leaned close to murmur threats into your ear if you didn’t follow them. A shiver ran through you at the memory, though whether it was fear or excitement, you couldn’t tell.

What you did know was that this — this night, this wild chaos — was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was raw and humiliating, your body used and claimed by two men who couldn’t care less about your dignity. And yet, you were dripping for them, your fingers already working faster as you squirmed on the bed, watching the two men you couldn’t get enough of.

Your body quivered, breath ragged as you bit your lip, already desperate for more. One thing was certain: you didn’t care how you ended up here. All you could think about was how much you wanted them inside you — both of them — until you forgot your own name.

And judging by the way Dabi’s eyes flicked toward you, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across his face as he pulled off Shigaraki’s cock with a sinful pop, they weren’t done with you yet. “Look at her,” Dabi drawled, voice thick with amusement as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Couldn’t handle being left alone for five minutes. Such a needy little shit.”

Shigaraki’s head lolled to the side, his crimson eyes barely focused but sharp enough to catch the way your fingers moved between your thighs. “So fucking needy.”

Dabi grinned and pushed Shiggy’s cock past his lips again. Dabi worked Shigaraki’s cock with an eager, unrelenting rhythm, his mouth gliding along the length in sloppy, wet strokes that filled the room with the most obscene, filthy sounds you’d ever heard. His lips stretched wide, dragging over every vein, his tongue teasing mercilessly as he sucked in earnest, loud and unapologetic, his turquoise eyes never left Shigaraki’s face.

With a sharp pop, Dabi pulled off, a strand of saliva connecting his lips to Shigaraki’s throbbing shaft. He tilted his head, eyes glinting, before he tilted his mouth horizontally, wrapping his lips along the sensitive side of Shigaraki’s cock. His movements turned fast — up and down, slicking him completely with spit that glistened in the dim light of the room.

“Fuck—” Shigaraki hissed, his voice cracking with the effort to keep his composure, but Dabi wasn’t done. He slid further down, taking one of Shigaraki’s balls into his mouth, sucking and rolling it against his tongue, his hands working the rest of his boyfriend’s shaft in time with his mouth.

The control didn’t last long. Shigaraki’s breaths turned ragged, his hips twitching with the need to chase release, and within seconds, he snapped — his cock jerking in Dabi’s hand as he came, hard and sudden.

Thick ropes of cum spurted forward, hitting Dabi’s face in messy streaks.

Shigaraki groaned through gritted teeth, his body trembling as the last of his release spattered across Dabi’s scarred chin and nose.

Touya sat back slowly, his expression smug as he swiped his tongue across his lip, unbothered by the mess dripping down his face. “Didn’t think you’d lose it that fast, Shig,” he mused, his tone laced with a teasing drawl. “Guess I’m just that good, huh?”

Shigaraki’s red eyes burned into him, his breath still heavy as he scowled faintly. “Shut up, Todoroki.”

Dabi just grinned, licking his fingers clean as he savored every last drop of Tomura’s cum. “Whatever you say, boss.”

It was when their attention returned to you.

“You should fuck her,” Touya pointed out, glaring at Shigaraki, his tone lazy yet deliberate, as if offering the most obvious suggestion in the world. “Look at her — she’s trembling. Can’t fucking wait to have her needy little cunt stuffed full of your dick.”

Shigaraki shivered at the words, his red eyes darkening as he raked his gaze over you. A shudder ran through his body, his voice a breathless rasp as he muttered, “I’m overstimulated. You go first. It’ll be even better when I take her after you’ve filled her needy cunt with your hot cum.”

The way they spoke about you, as if you weren’t even there — like you were some object to pass between them — made your stomach twist and a shiver race down your spine. You clenched your thighs instinctively, but the heat pooling low in your belly was unstoppable.

Dabi, lying back next to Shigaraki on the bed, gestured lazily with two fingers. “C’mere, whore. Straddle me.”

“I’m not a whore,” you reminded him once again with a frown crossing your forehead. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Todoroki growled back.

The command was all you needed, your body moving instinctively to obey. You climbed over him, settling your knees on either side of his hips, your trembling hands already reaching for his cock. He was rock hard again, pulsing and ready for you, and you dragged him along your slit, teasing both yourself and him as the head of his cock glided through your slick folds.

Dabi’s patience, however, was notoriously thin. His large hands suddenly gripped your waist, and before you could react, he pushed you down onto him with one firm thrust.

You cried out as he impaled you, the stretch of his cock filling you completely and stealing the air from your lungs.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet and tight,” Touya growled, his voice low and guttural as his fingers dug into your flesh. His hips shifted slightly, grinding into you to pull another broken moan from your lips. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”

Above him, you clung to his chest, nails scraping lightly over the healthy patches of skin as your body adjusted to the sudden fullness.

Dabi didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath though; his hips rolled beneath you with slow, intentional force, and the pressure made your head spin.

“Don’t stop,” Shigaraki muttered, his voice strained as he watched you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Keep going. I want to see her fall apart on you before I take my turn.” The man of course was jerking himself.

Dabi’s lips curled into a grin, his eyes gleaming with that signature cruelty as he tilted his head to look up at you. “Hear that, doll? You’d better give us a good show.”

His hips snapped up suddenly, and you cried out again, the room filling with the sound of skin meeting skin and the broken moans spilling uncontrollably from your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back toward the ceiling as Touya’s hands worked over you, rough and greedy. His scarred fingers pinched and kneaded your breasts, each tug on your sensitive nipples sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His heated gaze stayed fixed on you — on the slow, mesmerizing roll of your hips as you started grinding your pelvis against him, dragging your slick pussy over the massive length of his cock.

“Fuck, just like that,” Touya praised, his voice gravelly and strained, though he made no move to stop you. His cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you, every shift of your hips making him twitch and pulse in response.

A pure bliss overtook your features.

When you placed your hands flat on his scarred chest, steadying yourself, he let you take control, his pale cerulean eyes narrowing with dark satisfaction.

You began to move faster — hips gliding forward and back, dragging his thick cock up through your folds, almost slipping it out before grinding back down to bury him deep inside you. The friction burned deliciously, and the sound of his low groans only spurred you on.

Opening your eyes, you locked gazes with him as you picked up the pace, your movements sharp and purposeful. Without breaking a sweat, you rode him hard — bouncing on his cock with quick, fluid movements that had him pressing deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside you over and over again. The mattress beneath you creaked in protest.

Touya’s lips curled into a wicked grin, clearly pleased with your display, but he was never one to let you feel too triumphant. With a sudden shift, he reached up and wrapped one large, scarred hand around your throat. His grip was firm — tight enough to steal a fraction of your air, to make you lightheaded and needy as his rough thumb pressed against your pulse point. “Yeah, that’s it,” he rasped, voice low and dark, his eyes drinking in every reaction you gave him.

Your whine came out broken and pitiful, a sound that only spurred you to ride him faster, harder, your body slamming down onto his cock with a desperation that left you trembling. You knew you had to work hard to be able to breathe again.

Before you could think, another touch joined the chaos. From the side, Shigaraki’s pale fingers pressed roughly against your clit. He rubbed in firm, purposeful circles, coaxing you closer to the edge before landing a few sharp slaps to your sensitive, swollen bud.

“Messy little thing, aren’t you?” Shigaraki muttered, his voice gruff and mocking. He trailed his fingers lower, gathering the juices that had spilled out of you, smirking as he scooped up some of it. With a satisfied hum, he sat back slightly, spreading the slick over his cock with slow, intended movements. His hand glided easily along the long length of his shaft now, each stroke lazy as he watched you. “Make him cum in your cunt finally.”

Dabi’s grip on your throat finally loosened, though the sight of you gasping for air, eyes glazed and lips parted, was enough to make his cock twitch. As much as he loved watching you struggle, he didn’t want to break his favorite toy.

“Fuck, you’re a mess,” he uttered, a dark smirk curling his lips as one scarred hand slid up to cradle your cheek. His other arm snaked around your lower back, locking you against him with ease. Before you could catch your breath, he drove his hips up sharply, forcing you to cry out as his thick cock filled your aching pussy to the brim. “Feel that?” Dabi taunted, his voice low and teasing as he set a ruthless rhythm.

Your body rocked with each brutal thrust, the sound of his balls slapping against you echoing obscenely through the room. “Tight, little thing can barely take me.”

Your mouth fell open reflexively, head lolling back as the relentless pace had you seeing stars.

Dabi’s grip on you tightened as his thrusts grew sharper, harder, forcing you to take every inch of him. Sweat began to bead along both your bodies, the heat of it all adding to the haze of pleasure clouding your mind.

Then he shifted, pulling you down until your chest met his, your chin resting over his scarred shoulder. Both of his arms caged you in, holding you flush to him as his hips began pounding up at an impossible speed.

Your breath came out in ragged pants directly into his ear, your whines growing louder, more desperate. “Ahh— Touya… I’m gonna—” you whimpered, voice trembling as your entire body started to quake. “I’m gonna—”

“Cum,” he growled into your ear, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe as his hips snapped upward mercilessly.

With a sharp gasp, you came undone, a broken moan ripping from your throat as your pussy clenched down around him, milking his cock with every pulse of your release. You lolled your head back to lower it and rest your forehead against the crook of his neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, yes!” You cried, the words dissolving into a long, drawn-out moan as waves of pleasure crashed over your being.

Dabi hissed through his teeth, sweat dripping down his temple as he fucked you through your orgasm, refusing to let go. The slick, obscene sounds of skin meeting skin grew louder, wetter, as he chased his high.

And then it happened — your body, overstimulated and writhing, couldn’t hold back anymore. You screamed his name as you squirted, a torrent of juices splashing over Dabi’s abs and thighs.

“Fuck! Look at you,” Dabi chuckled darkly, his voice strained as he watched you, his teeth clenched hard. He delivered a sharp slap to your cheek, the sting sending a jolt through your already-sensitive body. “Dirty little whore. Look what you’ve done.”

With a final, deep thrust, his cock twitched violently inside you, and he let out a guttural groan as he came. Hot ropes of cum spilled into your soaked pussy, the sensation making you shudder, trembling from head to toe as you wrapped your arm around his neck, hugging him as tightly as you could.

For a moment, you waited for him to push you off — but he didn’t.

Instead, Dabi’s arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you closer as he pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple. “You did oh so well, doll.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Shigaraki’s gravelly voice broke the moment. “My turn.”

Reluctantly, you pushed yourself up, Dabi’s hands steadying you as you moved. His release, mixed with yours, dripped shamelessly down your inner thighs and onto the sheets, staining them in messy evidence of your debauchery.

“On all fours,” Shigaraki ordered coldly.

Your body obeyed instinctively, trembling slightly as you got into position. Shigaraki knelt behind you, his pale hands spreading the cheeks of your ass as his crimson eyes drank in the view of your pussy entrance clenching around nothing, missing the contact. With a low curse, he spat directly onto the valley between your cheeks, watching the saliva trail down over your puckered hole and toward your slick, used entrance.

“Stay still,” Tomura warned, the tip of his cock sliding through the mess he’d created. He dragged it deliberately, spreading the wetness across both openings before aligning himself. Without another word, he pushed in, forcing his length into your soaked cunt in one slow, steady stroke. “Fuck! So warm,” he applauded, his voice heavy with hunger as he sank his cock to the hilt. “And still so fucking tight. C’mere,” Shigaraki called, turning his head to Dabi, who was still sprawled beside you, watching the scene with an air of smug satisfaction.

Touya didn’t hesitate, moving closer as Shigaraki grabbed his jaw roughly and tilted his head, pulling the scarred man into a messy, sloppy kiss.

Dabi growled against Tomura’s mouth but let him take control.

Their tongues clashed, heated and unrestrained, while Shigaraki’s hips slammed into you from behind. The combined sound of their heavy breathing, and the wet slap of Shigaraki’s thrusts filled the room entirely.

Your body rocked forward under Shigaraki’s relentless pace. You sneaked a hand between your trembling thighs to rub your clitoris and move your fingers further to spread your entrance more. The feeling was deliciously good, and you moaned like a whore when your pussy clenched fitfully.

“Shit,” Shigaraki rasped, breaking the kiss long enough to groan, “you’re gonna squeeze me dry if you keep that up.” Tomura’s gloved hand tangled into your hair, tugging harshly and smashing your head down onto the mattress. The movement was rough, his grip unyielding as he bent you forward to angle himself deeper inside you.

A strangled gasp left your lips, your body arching instinctively as he adjusted his stance, burying his cock to the hilt with a single thrust.

Smack.

The sound echoed through the room as his palm connected with the curve of your ass, the sharp sting blooming into warmth almost instantly. “Stay still,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and low. Red prints of his hands marked your skin, glowing against your plushy flesh.

You cried out, fists clenching tightly into the sheets as Tomura gripped your waist, holding you in place. His thrusts grew brutal and relentless, hips snapping against yours in a rhythm that bordered on feral. Each movement dragged him against every ridge of your walls, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, the friction overwhelming.

Tomura’s gaze dropped to where your ass pressed back against him, mesmerized by the way your body swallowed him whole. The tremors that coursed through you only spurred him on, his cock throbbing as he leaned forward. His mouth found your neck, trailing hot, sloppy kisses between your shoulder blades and up behind your ear.

His breathing grew heavier, more ragged, and within moments, you felt the twitch of his cock inside you. Tomura groaned, pulling out abruptly, the tip of his length gleaming and oozing precum. “Suck,” Shigaraki ordered, voice sharp but breathless as he looked at Dabi.

Touya — who’d been lounging with that ever-present, pervert smirk — sat up at the command, eyes flicking to you before sliding to Tomura’s dick. Without protest, Dabi knelt and leaned forward, wrapping his lips around Tomura’s leaking cock with deliberate ease.

Tomura’s head fell back briefly, a hiss escaping his lips.

While Dabi worked his boyfriend, his hand snaked between your legs, two long fingers sinking into your soaked cunt. His digits thrust into you with a lazy, calculated pace at first, the slick sound of your arousal driving him wild. The movement of his hand sent splashes of your wetness dripping onto the sheets below, a testament to just how far gone you were.

It didn’t take long for Tomura to lose patience. His hand shot to Dabi’s hair, yanking him off his cock with a wet pop. “Enough,” the leader growled, before guiding himself back into you with a single, unforgiving thrust. The force knocked the breath from your lungs as he picked up a wild, punishing pace.

Your body trembled beneath him, overstimulated and unable to do anything but take what he gave you.

Tomura’s nails dug into your hips, his low moans mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. His pace faltered as his cock twitched, his release barreling toward him. “Fuck—” Shigaraki snarled, thrusting into you one last time, as deep as he could go. His body shuddered violently as he came, spilling himself inside you in thick, hot pulses. He stayed there for a moment, grinding his hips to push every drop deeper in your pussy before finally collapsing against you, his breaths heavy and ragged.

You slumped onto the mattress, your limbs weak and spent, but Tomura wasn’t done admiring his work. He withdrew slowly, watching intently as his cum — white, and thick — began to trickle from your overstimulated, reddened cunt. The sight alone made him groan softly, his fingers spreading you apart to see the mess he’d left behind. He licked his lips; the thought of his cum being so easily mixed with your and Dabi’s releases drove him crazy. “Looks good on you,” Shigaraki chuckled, dark and satisfied.

You didn’t have the strength to answer, so you moaned quietly.

“Do you think about the same thing I do?” Dabi asked Tomura, his voice low and deliberate as his scarred hand kneaded the soft flesh of your ass, fingers sinking into it with casual possessiveness.

Shigaraki, kneeling behind you, dragged his palm lazily up and down the length of his cock, thumb teasing over the tip. He licked his chapped lips, hesitant. “Yeah, but… I’m not sure if she’s loosened up enough.” His voice wavered faintly, rough and uncertain. “I don’t wanna hurt her.”

“Tsk.” Dabi clicked his tongue in irritation, his free hand coming down hard on your ass with a sharp slap that made you yelp and jolt forward. The sting and print of his unnaturally warm hand bloomed across your skin. “She’s unbreakable. Ain’t that right, Amoria?” he added, using the name of your quirk as a pet name.

Your body perked up at the sound of his voice, though you turned your head to glance over your shoulder at him with a tired but questioning look. “Mhm?”

Dabi’s grin widened, a wicked gleam in his pale turquoise eyes. “We wanna try something new. Something your beloved ex probably wouldn’t have let you do. You up for it?”

Even through the haze of exhaustion, you found yourself nodding eagerly, curiosity outweighing fatigue as you slowly sat up. “Sure. What is it?”

Dabi scoffed, shooting Shigaraki a smug look. “Told ya,” he noted before his gaze fell back to you, his voice softening slightly. “Have you ever had your cunt stuffed with two cocks at the same time?”

Your eyes widened, the question hitting you like a bolt of electricity. You shook your head slowly.

“Wanna try it?” He phrased it like a challenge.

You rubbed your palms against your knees after sitting on them, glancing between the two men before smiling faintly. “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, I guess…”

“That’s the attitude,” Dabi murmured, his grin stretching wider.

Without another word, Dabi lay back against the bed, dragging you with him until you were straddling his hips again. His cock — thick, hard, and begging to be stuffed in your warm cunt yet again — throbbed against your swollen slit, which still ached from earlier. He grabbed your waist, guiding you down onto him with little patience, groaning as he sank back into your warmth. “Fuck…” Dabi hissed, his head pressing into the pillow as he felt how easily you took him again. His cock slid inside your stretched-out entrance, and he smirked darkly as he felt Shigaraki’s cum leaking out of your slit, flowing over his erection, slick and hot. “See that, Shigs? The slut's so fucking loose. You’re good to go.”

Shigaraki didn’t need to be told twice. He nodded curtly, shuffling closer to get into position behind you. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he adjusted himself. One of his palms slid along the curve of your ass, and he delivered a quick, stinging slap that left you whining softly.

“Relax,” Shigaraki muttered, though his own breathing had grown uneven. With a rough groan, he began pressing himself against your already stuffed cunt, his long, slender cock sliding slowly alongside Dabi’s.

The stretch was immediate, sharp and overwhelming as your walls struggled to accommodate the added girth.

“Fuck, she’s tight now,” Shigaraki growled under his breath, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back.

“Yeah?” Dabi sneered, though his voice was breathy with his own pleasure. He shifted slightly beneath you, adjusting his angle so you were forced to take more of him. “Told ya she could handle it. She’s tougher than she looks.”

Neither of them seemed to mind the friction where their cocks pressed together, filling you completely. In fact, it only made them more eager.

The combined stretch sent you reeling, tears pricking your eyes as they started moving — slow at first, then building in rhythm, a perfectly matched pace that had you gasping for air.

“Shit… look at ya,” Dabi stated, his voice low and hungry as he dragged you down against his scarred chest. His long fingers tilted your chin up until your face hovered just above his. His tongue darted out, running lazily up your cheek to taste the salt of your sweat and tears. “You look fucking ruined, doll. You like this, huh?”

Your only response was a broken moan and eager nod of your head, your body trembling as you tried to hold yourself up while they worked you over.

Behind you, Shigaraki’s nails dug into your hips, his restraint slipping with every thrust. “She’s so— Fuck!— Full,” Shigaraki rasped, his voice cracking slightly as he buried himself deeper.

“Yeah, no shit,” Dabi grunted beneath you, his smirk never fading. “You better keep up, Shigs. Can’t let me outdo you, now, can we?”

The two of them moved in perfect rhythm, their thrusts syncing to a punishing pace that left you helpless and whining in their hold.

Dabi’s chest rumbled with laughter as he watched your face twist with pleasure, more tears spilling down your flushed cheeks, every broken sound you made only fueling him further. “Good girl,” Dabi murmured finally, his voice dark and satisfied. “Such a good, little pet.”

At that point, you were completely incapable of forming coherent words. Your mouth fell open, spilling nothing but broken moans, tiny strings of saliva, and strangled cries as they both relentlessly tore into you, their thrusts striking every sensitive, sweet spot deep within your pulsing, velvety walls. The pleasure was unbearable — overwhelming to the point that you felt yourself drifting off, your mind teetering on the edge of oblivion.

A sharp slap brought you back.

Dabi’s scarred hand cracked against your cheek, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to jolt you awake, his azure eyes narrowed. “Eyes open, doll. You’re not tapping out yet,” he growled.

Behind you, Tomura delivered another sharp smack — this time to your ass. “Don’t you dare pass out,” the leader hissed, his voice raspy as his nails dug into the soft flesh of your hips.

The two men fucked you mercilessly, their cocks stretching you to your absolute limit as they plunged into your dripping cunt, their movements fierce and unrelenting. Your entire body trembled from overstimulation, every nerve ending alive and alight, your pussy clenching uncontrollably around them. It was maddening, beyond anything you’d ever felt — pure, unadulterated bliss mixed with the sharp edge of being completely, utterly used.

“Look at her,” Dabi murmured through gritted teeth, his smirk curling at the edges as his thrusts grew sloppier. “She’s fucking gone, Tomu. You feel that? She’s throbbing around us like she’s about to break again.”

Tomura let out a growl of agreement, his pace turning frantic as he rutted his dick into you, the slick sound of their cocks rubbing against each other within your tight, soaked walls driving him wild. “She’s perfect,” he rasped, his crimson eyes wild with lust.

You couldn’t hold back — couldn’t stop yourself as the climax built and crested like a tidal wave, ripping through your body with unforgiving force. You screamed — a raw, desperate sound — as your abused pussy spasmed violently around them, the overwhelming pleasure forcing tears to slip down your flushed cheeks.

But they didn’t stop.

Over the next several minutes, they continued to fuck into you without mercy, their movements relentless even as your body twitched and jerked in oversensitive ecstasy. Their cocks slid into your overstimulated, reddened cunt, rubbing against each other with every brutal thrust, the friction pulling deep groans and grunts from their throats.

Dabi was the first to snap.

You felt it — a sudden stretch as he buried himself to the hilt, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix in a way that had you sobbing. He cursed under his breath, his body tensing as his shaft twitched violently, pumping hot, thick spurts of cum deep inside you. The warmth bloomed within your core, unnatural and heavy, his groaned “Fuck, that’s it…” echoing in your ears.

Tomura followed moments later. He threw his head back with a ragged yell, his fingers bruising your hips as he came hard again, emptying his balls inside you in thick, pulsing waves. “Take it, take it! Take it, you filthy little cunt,” he choked out, a string of curses tumbling from his chapped lips as he pushed in as far as he could go. His release shot deep, mixing with Dabi’s until it overflowed from your ruined cunt, spilling in hot rivulets down your trembling thighs.

The sensation of being stuffed so full — of their seed mixing and dripping from your stretched, abused pussy — pushed you over the edge once again. Another orgasm tore through you, sudden and brutal, making you squirt violently around their still-hard cocks. A choked cry escaped you before your mind finally went blank.

The world dimmed at the edges, your body completely, utterly spent. As your consciousness slipped away, the last thing you registered was Dabi’s voice — low, dark, and smug — murmuring, “Looks like we broke her, Tomura.”

A soft chuckle followed before everything went black.

Tomura pulled out of you slowly, his cock slick and throbbing as he stroked himself a few more times, riding out the last shudders of his release. With a low, satisfied groan, he collapsed beside Dabi, his chest heaving as his body finally gave in to exhaustion.

Dabi shot him a sidelong glance, already sprawled comfortably on the bed like he owned it. “Move over, Shigs,” he muttered, voice low and gravelly, though there was no real bite to his words. “Make some room for her.”

Tomura grumbled something under his breath but obeyed, shifting further to the side. With that, Touya carefully pushed you off his cock, his movements surprisingly gentle despite his usual rough demeanor. He shifted you between them, taking care to ease your limp body into the space they’d made. His scarred hand slipped beneath your head, lifting it just enough to place you onto one of the pillows. Dabi hovered for a moment, watching your flushed face as you drifted off, spent and serene. Your lips were parted, and you were breathing heavily, yet you looked as peaceful as if you’d merely fallen asleep after a long day.

Tomura watched the scene in silence, his red eyes narrowing with faint curiosity. It wasn’t often he saw Todoroki like this — so still, so intent. There was something rare in the way Touya looked at you, something bordering on concern. It tugged at something unfamiliar in Tomura’s chest, though he quickly brushed the feeling off. Breaking the quiet, he reached out, his gloved fingers brushing along Dabi’s scarred cheek. “You were fucking awesome,” Tomura rasped, a crooked smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Touya’s lip curled upward into a smug, familiar grin, the cockiness returning to his expression like a reflex. “Yeah? I know. So were you, Shigs,” he replied, his voice smooth with praise and self-satisfaction. “You’ve got an eye, I’ll give you that. Thought this one would be another shy little thing to fuck but turns out, we found ourselves a damn sex machine.”

Tomura chuckled darkly, resting back against the bed. “We did. And her quirk…” He trailed off, tilting his head as if replaying the events in his mind. “It’s fucking awesome. I’ve never felt so powerful in my entire life — like I could destroy anything just with a glance.”

Dabi hummed in agreement, propping himself up on his left elbow and letting his cheek rest in his palm. “Same here,” he admitted, voice softer now, though the sly smirk remained. His gaze flickered back to your sleeping form. “Pity, though, the cunt works for that old fucking bastard.”

“Not necessarily,” Tomura countered, his tone sharper, more thoughtful. His red eyes gleamed with intent as his mind turned over possibilities. “That might be one of her most valuable assets for us. We can use her — turn her into our spy. With her in our pocket, we’ll always be a step ahead of the fucking heroes. It will help us win the war.”

The suggestion hung heavy in the air. Dabi fell quiet, his grin fading as he considered Tomura’s words. His eyes lingered on you for a long moment, the weight of the choice settling over him.

Tomura tilted his head, watching his boyfriend with mild amusement. “You know I’m right,” he declared, the certainty in his voice absolute.

After a beat of silence, Touya sighed through his nose, a reluctant smirk curling back onto his lips. “Yeah, you might be onto something,” he muttered, the faintest hint of admiration coloring his tone.

“I like how you’re using the name of her quirk as a nickname,” Tomura remarked, his voice low and amused as he reached out, brushing a tangled strand of hair off your cheek with surprising gentleness.

Touya let out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah,” he drawled, his lips tugging into a smug grin. “Suits her, doesn’t it?”

Between them, you slept soundly, unaware of the plotting, of their voices weaving around you like a web — one you might never escape.

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kingyo-konbini · 2 years ago

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STORE RULES

[GENERAL]

✿Minors DO NOT INTERACT: this blog will contain mature, NSFW content and as such adult audiences should be the only ones interacting.

✿This Blog Is An LGBTQIA+ Safe Space: homophobia and transphobia will not be tolerated whatsoever. if you disagree, feel free to fuck off.

[BASICS REGARDING REQUESTS] - CURRENTLY NOT ACCEPTING

✿Headcanon/Scenario/Drabble/One Shot Format: unless otherwise specified, I will choose which format to answer requests with. please feel free to request something specific (i.e. headcanons, drabble) but be aware that if I feel unable to properly write in the requested format, it will be answered in a format chosen at my discretion.

✿Pronouns: I write using either gender neutral or female pronouns. feel free to be specific and request either, though I may default to gender neutral if I feel unable to properly write what I want using gendered terms.

✿NSFW Content: I cannot write smut to save my life. I can write smutty headcanons, but scenarios/one shots/drabbles are a total no-go, so feel free to request smut headcanons unless it’s been specified that I’m not accepting NSFW requests.

✿Dark Content: I am more than happy to fulfil angsty and/or dark requests that have to deal with most any potentially triggering content, but they will be answered at my discretion.

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✿I Maintain The Right To Refuse Requests: I can choose to not answer/delete any requests at my discretion without any reason provide

[DO NOT SUBMIT...]

✿Do Not Submit Poly Requests: I am not a polyamorous individual and do not feel comfortable with my ability to properly/accurately write for characters in that setting.

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✿Do Not Submit Character x OC Requests: I will only write reader insert fics at this point in time.

[CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR]

✿HAIKYUU:

Everyone

✿MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Dabi / Todoroki Touya

Shigaraki Tomura / Shimura Tenko

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

Toyomitsu Taishiro (Fat Gum)

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

✿ONE PIECE:

Benn Beckman

Buggy

Charlotte Katakuri

Crocodile

Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon)

Dracule Mihawk

Eustass Kid

Izou

Killer

Koby

Marco

Monkey D. Luffy

Nami

Nico Robin

Paulie

Penguin

Portgas D. Ace

Rayleigh

Roronoa Zoro

Sabo

Shachi

Shanks

Smoker

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Vinsmoke Sanji

✿JUJUTSU KAISEN: (I know I have nothing posted for them but trust ok I have written for jjk in the past just nothing published thank you xx)

Geto Suguru

Gojo Satoru

Kamo Choso

Nanami Kento

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shiggysimp69 · 3 months ago

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What I do/would write:

Tomura x Self insert. (Due to the lack in popularity, I do not write this way anymore. However, it's still on my masterlist if anyone's interested in reading.)

Tomura x Fem/Masc/Neutral reader. (I've never written a masc reader before but I wanna try.)

Tomura x POC reader.

Tomura x Chubby/Thick reader.

Horror.

Fantasy AUs. (This can be a number of things, Mothman Tomura, Mer Tomura, ect.)

Headcannons. (While I don't do this often, I still could if you'd like.)

What I don't/won't write:

Full sex scenes. (I will write smutty content but never full on sex scenes.)

Tomura x OC.

Character x Character. (I might change this in the future but as of right now, no.)

Character x Character x Reader.

Comedy.

Angst.

Fyi:

If you request me the story will be longer than 200-300 words but it probably won't be crazy long unless I really like the idea. (This does not apply to head cannons.)

Please remember I have the right to decline your request for whatever reason.

It takes me a while to write so please bear with me.

I will take creative liberties with my writing so if there's anything you do or don't want, tell me in the request. Outside of that, I will write what I see fit.

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devilrainbunnie · 4 years ago

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_ anthurum pt 3 ._

tomura shigaraki x reader

1/2/X

a/n: i was listening to i love you by billie eilish while writing this, i think it fits it pretty well. i recommend to listen to it while reading

cw; anxiety trigger, toxic relationships, manipulation, reader fuckin with giran now aye B)

You reached the top floor, knees nearly buckling under your weight as you anxiously waited for the elevator doors to open. Please, please don’t let him be up here, you silently prayed to yourself. At this point your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was trying to burst out of your chest. You didn’t expect to see him so soon-- more like never again.

Soon the elevator stopped. It clicked into place as the doors began to slide open. You cautiously stood in the back of the small metal box, launching yourself out to look around the lobby. The sound of pounding foot steps was growing closer however. Carefully you decided to try to run for the door that was only a few meters away. Cursing yourself for wearing those stupid high heels, which made it almost impossible to move around. The screech of an old metal door opening made you jump. “Y/n p-please!” he called after you, you turned to see his panicked, and crazed face. He ran straight at you, giving you no time to dodge his attack. Crashing full force against you, his body caging you into the corner by the door. You struggled against his tight hold, wiggling, whimpering, and growling as you tried to climb your way out of his grasp.

“Shigaraki, p-please!” you choked out, turning your face away from his.

“Stop! I just want to talk to you! S-Stop fighting me!” he begged you, his voice cracking as he stood his ground. It was prevalent to you that he was crying. He never got that upset around you, only a few times. Any time he cried, he couldn’t calm down for hours. He’d sometimes completely shut down, his hands clawing at his face and neck, screaming into the air.

“I-I can’t do this right now...”

“Please-- I just- I can’t leave you right now. Please. Please don’t go. Please, p-please don’t go. Please... not again. Please...” he sobbed harshly, you looked up to his face. Seeing the tears streaming down the sides of his face. You noticed how his neck was rubbed completely raw, and there were even scratches on his face. He got bad again, and there was no one there to stop it from happening. At that moment, you knew that it was going to get bad unless you calmed him down. His breath was heaving, and his face was a wet mess. Tomura was whimpering any time you moved.

You felt like he deserved to feel so terrible, after all, he broke you. He made you cry, he fucking cheated on you. But at the same time, all you wanted to do was hold him close to you, and kiss his head. In an attempt to calm him, you snaked your arms from your side up to his face. Softly cupping his cheeks in your hands, salty tears coating your palms. “Okay. Okay. Please, breathe.” you soothed, rubbing soft circles into his cheekbones. Tears continued to fall, but his breathing soon became regulated, and he was calm enough to talk to you. He must’ve gotten himself worked up, you assumed.

He always was bad with coping, if something deeply affected him, he hyper-fixated on it. It never left his thoughts, and he stressed himself to death over it. Tomura was never good with coping correctly. If he really was upset about you leaving him, this reaction was probably to be expected. But you honestly thought he wouldn’t care, or at least barely notice. Before you left, he didn’t care about you in the slightest. Your presence was enough to make him annoyed. He made you feel small. Unwanted. Yet here you were, coddling him. That’s when you recognized the same routine with him. He fucks up, he hurts you, and then you end up being the one who has to fix him afterwards. Every. Single. Time.

“I... I’m sorry Y/n.” he pleaded, your hands still cupping his face in a way to calm him. “Don’t leave me again, please.” he begged. Putting his hands on top of yours, his tear filled eyes looking into yours.

We’ve been here before, Tomura.

...

“GAH! You fucking bitch! What the fuck?!” he snapped at you, you came in and kissed his cheek, asked him what he was up to, and accidentally knocked off his headset, which caused him to lose focus. You didn’t intend to, you assumed he was just listening to music through them like he often did, because you didn’t hear him talking.

“Tomura, I didn’t mean to upset you. I didn’t know you were doing something, please--” your heart began to pick up its pace. Flying off of his body. You had interrupted an online game of his, causing him to lose a match that was incredibly important to him and his teammates he often played with. He worked so hard to get to that point, all just for you to come in and distract him while he needed to pay attention the most. He was fuming, his vermillion eyes wide with rage.

“Shut the fuck up! You fucking ruined everything, you fucking idiot! I worked so goddamn hard to get to this point and you just had to come in and fuck it up like you always do! Is that all you know how to do?! Ruin everything?!” he snapped, throwing his headset to the hard wooden floors beneath the two of you.

“I-I didn’t--”

“You don’t mean to do a lot of things and you still fuck up! You’re pissing me off, just shut up and fuck off. Fucking useless.” he snarled, picking his headset off the floor to put back on his head, and sitting down.

You loudly sobbed as you turned on your heel, walking out of the door and slamming it behind you. Tears pouring out of your e/c eyes as you wondered down the hallway to your room. Fumbling with the door handle, but quickly opening it, locking it behind you and crumbling into your bedsheets. Burrowing your face into your sheets as you released the feeling in your chest. Tomura wasn’t mean to you all that often, but when he was, he knew just how to break you down and make you cry the entire day without hesitation. You didn’t understand why he got so aggressive with you sometimes, even if you messed up and it wasn’t intentional. Sadly, you spent the rest of the day in your room letting yourself cry the pain away, but soon enough you stopped. Enveloping yourself into your bedsheets as you stared at the empty walls in your room. Thinking mindless thoughts, and going over the answers you already knew.

Soon you drifted unconsciousness, only to be woken up by a sobbing Tomura. He loomed over your figure as he sobbed, scratching at his neck. Muttering things you couldn’t exactly understand. In a half conscious state, you sat up in your bed confused. Not even thinking about what had happened earlier.

“Tomu? Baby, what’s wrong?” you spoke softly to him, reaching your arms out to him.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I’m such a dick. I hurt you. I hate myself.” he sobbed into your chest as you held him close, raking through his periwinkle locks, and kissing his temple. “Please, please don’t leave me. Don’t go. Pl-please don’t go. Don’t leave m-me.” he said in between broke cries, hiccupping as well.

“I’m here. Right here. I love you, so much.” you whispered into his hair. He tensed up, but didn’t respond. Just continued to sob until he calmed down, slept in your room as you smothered him with soft kisses, and your arms around his body. Just like you had many times before that, and after that.

...

Here you were, for the millionth fucking time it felt like. He hurt you, made you cry, and instead of properly apologizing, he expected you to coddle him. No more would you deal with that behavior of his, it wasn’t fair to you. He expected you to be his, love him, and care for him, when he hardly ever returned it. This will be the last time, you reminded yourself. Dropping your hands from his face. Ready to finally speak your truth to him, no matter how he would take it, you knew he needed to finally understand. To stop being so selfish.

“We-- I, I can’t keep doing this with you, Tomura. I can’t. Can you please listen to me for a second?” you pleaded, looking into his eyes for reassurance. He sniffled, and silently nodded, as a way to let you go on. “I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t keep letting you hurt me, and then I have to be the one to make sure you’re okay, when you hurt me. Every time. I can’t do that, I need someone who is there for me just as much as I am for them. You... You fucking-- you fucking cheated on me for crying out loud! You were having sex with someone else, telling someone else you fucking loved them so easily when it took me a year to get you to say it to me more than once. I was begging you to love me, and you treated me like a burden! I wanted to die! I can’t... I can’t be with you anymore- ever again. I need you to understand that. You really, really fucking hurt me. I left everything behind, for a reason. I didn’t want to, and still don’t want to come back Tomura. I left you, and you need to let me stay gone.” you finished. Finally looking back into his face. He looked devastated, broken. His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth.

“I love you, though... I-I always have I’m-- fucking god damnit!” he snapped, letting a pained noise slip past his lips. “I-I can’t do this without you. Please. One more chance Y/n. Please. I would fucking kill everything in the world for you. You are everything to me. Please.”

“Did you still love me when you were balls deep in miss fire crotch and telling her that you loved her?” you retorted. You knew it was a bad idea to challenge him, but his pathetic attempt to guilt you back into a relationship was upsetting you.

“Yes.”

“Don’t lie to me Tomura. I’m so sick of you lying,”

“I’m not lying! I’m-I’m not lying stop!” he sobbed, his bottom teeth chittering behind the mop of his hair clouding his face.

“I’ve given you too many chances already, I only can take so much. I care about you, but I will never be with you again in this lifetime. I need you to leave, please.” you enforced. Just wanting him to go away already, and let you cry to yourself now.

“I can’t, please don’t do this.”

“Leave. Get off of me Tomura, I’m serious. Leave.” you growled at him, trying to push him off of you. He was hesitant, and still at first, not letting you move. He muttered something under his breath, which you didn’t catch so you raised your eyebrow at him. He looked into your eyes like he was trying to commit your face to memory, reaching out to feel your skin under his touch. “One last time, please. Just please.” he said quietly, his voice crackling. You were confused, but nodded. Not sure what his next move was going to be. He placed your face in his hands, his hands for a moment just holding you. He was admiring every detail, before moving down to your level. Placing his rough, chapped lips on top of yours. Sealing your final good bye with a kiss, like a pact.

He snaked his hands to the back of your head to hold you in place. Tears leaking on to your cheeks, his staggered breath against your face as his lips contained within yours. They fit like a perfect mold like they always had, you didn’t want him to let go. It suddenly hit you how finalized this all was, this was really the last time. You kissed him back with fury, as if you could melt your faces together. Stay in the moment forever. It was a passionate, soft kiss. The bitter-sweetness leaving a horrid taste in your mouth but you still, held on to it.

“In another life, Y/n. I will make you the happiest girl in the entire world.” he muttered. Pulling back in to kiss your lips one last time before dropping his hold. Stepping away from your form slowly, looking at you as you were stunned into place. The river streaming out of your eyes not yet noticeable to you. He patted the top of your head like he used to often, smiling a small crooked, heartbroken grin at you. As to say ‘I don’t want to walk away, but I will’. “I love you.” he whispered. You mouthed it back to him, words unable to leave your lips. He turned on his heel, and stepped out of the door you previously tried to leave through.

His words hit you like a ton of bricks as you collapsed to your knees. Holding your arms to your chest, and letting out a loud, painful sob. One that was more aching than you had ever felt. Your eyes shut so tight you were sure they’d struggle to open. Your heart was sawed in half, you didn’t even care that you were in a public space. Even though no one was around. In the middle of the lobby, you let yourself break in half. Alone, and away from Tomura. You left him already, it’s been over a month and you thought you were over it. So why were you crying? You felt pathetic, and weak. You wanted to curl up and die. You wanted to run out of those doors, find Tomura again, tackle him to the ground and smother him with kisses. You wanted to run up to Giran’s office and have him hold you. But you settled for what you were already doing, sobbing by yourself.

After a long while of sobbing. Footsteps slowly approached you, as your hands were covering the sides of your head. They stopped in front of you, kneeling down to your length. A hand with gold rings reached into view. Clasping a hand around your wrist. “Oh dollface, you sweet, sweet thing. I’m so sorry ‘bout that sweetheart, I had no idea he was comin’ in today, just kinda showed up outta nowhere. Let it out baby. C’mere, I’ll take care of you.” Giran had a sympathetic look on plastered on his face, you leaped into his hold. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing soothing circles into your back as you wailed in his hold.

You both stayed like that until you calmed, he put his hands on the side of your face so you were looking at him once your tears had dried.

“Let’s go home.”

---

You felt alone most of the night, unable to sleep. Painful thoughts corrupting your mind as your eyes tried to drift to the next morning. You sat up in bed, rubbing your face and groaning, feeling your puffy red eyes burning as they adjusted to the small amount of light in the bedroom. Positioning yourself to stand, and make yourself a glass of water. Walking straight into the kitchen, to see Giran still awake. He had a glass of what appeared to be a dark alcohol in his hands as he leaned against the sink in the kitchen. He stood wearing plaid pajama bottoms, and a white tank top, glasses long forgotten about somewhere in his things. Eyes closed and seemingly lost in his thoughts as he swirled the liquid in his glass. He didn’t notice your presence as you stood right outside the doorway, he turned to look out of the small window right above the sink, like he was searching for something out in the yard. A light above his head fully illuminating his features, you smiled at his natural attractiveness.

“Can’t sleep either?” he called to you. When the hell did he notice me standing here? You thought to yourself.

“No, not at all. My mind is just--jumbled.” you admitted, walking your way over to him. He turned again to face you. Setting his glass down on the counter.

“Can I tell you somethin’?”

“What’s up?’ you replied a bit anxiously.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” he said calmly, stepping towards you a bit. Grabbing your hands in his, you felt your face heat up at his words. “And no one has ever treated you like you deserve to be treated. Do you know how much of a true gem you are doll? You’re like a diamond inside of a sack of coal.”

“Kagero, are you trying to butter me up for something?” you teased, cracking a wide smile.

“There it is-- that bright, beautiful smile of yours. I’ve missed it all day.” he squeezed your hand. “But of course I am. You know doll, I would give you the world and more if you asked for it.” he beamed at you.

“If I just asked? You’re too cheap.” you rolled your eyes, but returning to look into his.

“Whenever you’re ready, let me give it to you. I hate to be so forward at a time like this, and it might be my buzz talkin’, but... you are worth the wait. So fuckin’ worth it, even though I’m some ugly old man who probably doesn’t even actually have even the slightest chance I jus--” you cut him off mid sentence, pressing a soft kiss against his lips in a way to silence him and reassure him. He tensed up before pulling you by the back of your head to deepen the kiss. Sending a plethora of emotions coursing through your veins.

You both reluctantly pulled away, before you decided to speak again. “You’re not ugly, shut up with that talk. And... I’ll let you know, my heart is still healing. You sure you want to wait?”

“I could wait forever for you doll.”

^^^

As time went on, the plants in your apartment you had abandoned were returning to life. Tomura never took care of them the entire time he resided in there, but he noticed their health improving. His apartment was a pig sty, but with the support of Spinner and Twice, he’s been able to maintain it as much as he could. His surgery was in the next week, he was nervous and he wished you were here holding him through this.

He wondered how you were doing, if you were happy, and safe. If things were going better for you, if you were falling in love with someone else, yourself or both. More often than not, he missed you. Talked about you constantly. You were almost an old myth at this point to tell to new members. Tomura smiled for the first time in a while at the thought of you. Pausing outside his apartment door before unlocking it to relax for the evening. As he unlocked the door, he flipped on the light switch. Making his way over to the couch where he’d reside for the night playing video games, and eventually fall asleep. He stopped before he reached it to look over at your plant. Noticing how your anthurium plant had grown another flower, the old flower that resided in it finally wilted and fell on the floor infront of his feet. “You’re blossoming Y/n. I’m proud of you.” he whispered.

A part of you would always be with him, and watching over him.

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