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↱ fun at the arcade ↰

➘ summary : Tomura Shigaraki goes to the arcade and ends up having fun for once in his life

➘ Tomura Shigaraki x reader, league of villains x reader

The neon lights of the arcade glowed brilliantly in the evening, casting a vibrant hue over the bustling crowd. Amidst the sounds of laughter and the flashing screens, Tomura Shigaraki, usually immersed in the dark world of villainy, found himself inexplicably drawn to the allure of the arcade.

He stood near a row of claw machines, his hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes scanning the array of games. Tomura was known for his brooding and serious demeanor, but in this moment, he felt a strange sense of nostalgia, memories of a simpler time tugging at his thoughts.

As he observed the crowd, his attention was captured by a young woman, (Y/N), who seemed to be engrossed in a dance game. Her movements were fluid, her expression a mix of determination and concentration. Tomura found himself inexplicably drawn to her energy, a stark contrast to his own inner turmoil.

(Y/N) noticed his gaze and flashed him a friendly smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Hey there! Are you here to play too?"

Tomura's usual response would have been a cold dismissal, but he found himself nodding, almost involuntarily. "Yeah, I guess I am."

With an inviting gesture, (Y/N) motioned to the machine next to her. "Wanna play together? It's more fun with a partner!"

Tomura hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Yet, something about (Y/N)'s openness and genuine enthusiasm compelled him to step closer and take a seat beside her.

They played a few rounds, laughter and camaraderie filling the air. Tomura's tense demeanor began to relax, a rare smile gracing his lips as he lost himself in the games. It was as if he had momentarily forgotten the weight of his villainous responsibilities.

"(Y/N), you're really good at this," he admitted, his surprise evident.

(Y/N) shrugged modestly. "I've been coming here for a while. It's a great way to unwind and have fun."

As the evening wore on, Tomura and (Y/N) continued to enjoy each other's company, moving from game to game with a sense of shared excitement. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the connection between them growing stronger with every passing moment.

"(Y/N), this has been unexpectedly enjoyable," Tomura confessed, his tone more sincere than he had intended.

She grinned, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you decided to join in on the fun. It's always nice to make new friends."

The word "friend" resonated with Tomura in a way he hadn't expected. He had become so isolated in his world of darkness that the concept of friendship felt foreign, yet strangely comforting.

As the night drew to a close, (Y/N) stood beside Tomura, her expression one of genuine warmth. "I had a great time hanging out with you, (Y/N). Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

Tomura felt a flicker of hesitation, a reminder of the secrets he carried. But he found himself nodding, a sense of yearning for connection overriding his reservations. "Yeah, I'd like that."

As they parted ways, Tomura watched (Y/N) disappear into the crowd, a sense of unexpected hope and lightness in his heart. For a brief moment, he had experienced a taste of normalcy, a reminder that even in the darkness, there was the potential for something more.

In the days that followed, Tomura found his thoughts often drifting to the memory of his time at the arcade with (Y/N). The connection they had formed had ignited a spark of something he hadn't felt in a long time – a sense of camaraderie and a fleeting glimpse of the ordinary world.

One afternoon, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Tomura found himself standing outside the arcade once again. He hesitated for a moment, his inner turmoil warring with his desire for connection. Eventually, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, the familiar sounds and lights enveloping him.

His gaze searched the crowd, and he finally spotted (Y/N) at a racing game, her eyes fixed on the screen as she maneuvered her virtual car. With a mixture of determination and nostalgia, Tomura approached her.

"(Y/N)," he called out, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.

She turned to him with a smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. "Hey! I didn't expect to see you here."

Tomura shrugged, a hint of awkwardness in his movements. "I thought... maybe we could hang out again."

(Y/N)'s smile widened, and she motioned to the open seat beside her. "Sure, come join me! This game is a bit challenging, but I'm determined to win."

Tomura took a seat beside her, his heart surprisingly at ease in her presence. They played the game together, cheering each other on and sharing laughter as they navigated the virtual track.

As they moved on to other games, their conversations flowed effortlessly. Tomura found himself opening up in ways he hadn't thought possible. He spoke about his past, the challenges he faced, and the complexities of his world. And in turn, (Y/N) shared stories about her own life, her dreams, and her aspirations.

"You know, (Y/N), I haven't felt this... normal in a long time," Tomura admitted, his gaze a mixture of vulnerability and earnestness.

She nodded, her understanding evident. "Sometimes, it's the simple moments that remind us of the beauty in life. Even in a world of chaos, there are pockets of joy and connection."

Tomura's chest tightened at her words, a mixture of gratitude and longing flooding his emotions. In (Y/N)'s presence, he felt a rare sense of acceptance, as if his flaws and darkness were momentarily eclipsed by the light of their friendship.

As the evening came to an end, (Y/N) turned to Tomura with a smile. "I'm really glad we met, (Y/N). You've brought a touch of brightness into my day."

He met her gaze, his own eyes holding a mixture of gratitude and something deeper. "Me too, (Y/N). You've shown me a different side of life."

As they parted ways once again, Tomura carried with him a renewed sense of purpose. The connection he had found with (Y/N) reminded him that even in the midst of his villainous journey, there was the potential for change and redemption.

The path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear – the unexpected bond he shared with (Y/N) had opened a door to a world he hadn't dared to dream of. And he was determined to see where it led.

In the days that followed, Tomura's interactions with (Y/N) became a bright spot in his otherwise chaotic existence. They met at the arcade regularly, sharing laughter, stories, and an ever-growing sense of camaraderie. For Tomura, these moments offered a temporary reprieve from the darkness that consumed him.

One evening, as they walked out of the arcade together, Tomura hesitated, a question tugging at his thoughts. "(Y/N), there's something I should tell you."

(Y/N) looked at him curiously, her expression open and attentive. "What is it, (Y/N)?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. "I... I'm not who you think I am. I'm involved in things that... you wouldn't understand."

(Y/N)'s brow furrowed in confusion, concern flickering in her eyes. "What do you mean?"

Tomura's gaze held a mixture of hesitation and urgency. "I'm part of something darker, something you'd probably consider villainous."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of emotions crossing her features. "Wait, you're saying... you're a villain?"

He nodded, his voice somber. "Yes, and my actions... they've hurt people."

For a moment, there was silence as (Y/N) processed his confession. Tomura braced himself for a reaction, expecting her to pull away in fear or disgust.

But to his surprise, (Y/N) placed a gentle hand on his arm, her eyes filled with empathy. "Tomura, I believe that people are complex. We're shaped by our experiences and the choices we make. You're more than just a label. You're a person with your own story."

Tomura was taken aback by her understanding, a mixture of gratitude and disbelief flooding his emotions. "You don't... hate me?"

(Y/N) shook her head, a small smile on her lips. "I don't hate anyone without knowing their full story. And if you're willing to share your story with me, I'm willing to listen."

His heart swelled with a mixture of emotions – gratitude, relief, and a growing sense of attachment. In (Y/N)'s presence, he felt seen in a way he hadn't before. He felt like more than just a villain; he felt like a person with the potential for change.

Over the next few weeks, Tomura gradually opened up to (Y/N) about his past, his motivations, and the tangled web of villainy he was a part of. Her acceptance and willingness to understand him created a bond that transcended their differences.

As they spent time together, (Y/N) reminded Tomura of the humanity he had lost touch with. She showed him that even in the darkest of circumstances, there was room for redemption and growth.

And as the days turned into nights, Tomura found himself unraveling layers of his own heart. He realized that the connection he shared with (Y/N) was a testament to the power of compassion and understanding, a beacon of light that had the potential to guide him towards a different path.

[tobegiggledat]

Before They Disappeared

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI

✦pairing: Tomura Shigaraki × afab!reader (no pronouns used)

✦warnings: angst, dissociation, reader questions reality in some parts, reader has a vague backstory and a quirk, reader is briefly a sex worker, implied past sex abuse, implied past gaslighting, brief rape/noncon in the beginning(not by Shigaraki), memory loss, self-esteem issues, grief/loss, kissing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex

✦word count: 13.6k

✦summary: Tomura Shigaraki gathers League members solely to provide them with an opportunity to embrace the quirks and talents they’ve been told to subdue for most of their lives. So, when he spots you, alone and abandoned, he thinks you're one of his greatest potential assets yet.

✦a/n: I’ve already posted part 1 a while ago, but this version includes both parts and smut. If you already read it you can skip to chapter 2 on my ao3 or skip to what’s past the red line further down on here.

Touch is your safety.

Strokes from idle hands keep you grounded, no matter how perverse their intentions are, and even as aged and callused knuckles wander lower, lower with excessive lust seeping through its veins, you welcome it—for it comes with the job after all…

Being mainly at a salary man's beck and call means you've gotten used to ogling eyes and unwanted touches that linger on your waist for far longer than they should. It's a frowned upon profession but it's familiar. Sex is all you know and it's all you'll ever know.

A rough thumb swipes along your bottom lip then tugs at it gently.

“Sorry, you were spacin’ out there n’ I can't have that”, the older client above you speaks between pants, the backs of your thighs are pressed snuggly against his pelvis as your spine is parallel to the tainted silk mattress beneath it.

To not be touched is to disappear.

“Yeah, sorry…”, your words are meekly spoken into his chest, your breath a small wind passing through the silver hairs along it.

A tacky cheetah print pattern lines the wooden walls of the room while the air smells heavy of cigarette smoke despite the dozens of no smoking signs one passes upon entering the establishment.

The man's reddening cheeks puff outward with exhaustion, and the view from below has him looking like an angry puffer fish. The rhythmic slaps of wet skin is oddly soothing, almost enough to drift off to.

“Gonna fill you up”, he reaches for one of your breasts and places what he's gathered tightly between his teeth. “Gonna fill yer tight hole with my seed.” His hips plunge deeper, cock angling the furthest it can reach.

“Ah, ‘s too rough. Stop it. S-stop”, you desperately paw and swat at his hands until he relents, but he only begins to thrust into you more hastily. “Get offa me already”, you shove but it’s much weaker than your earlier attempts.

You shove, and you scratch, and you shove some more, but you’re steadily losing control of your body—this body. This one without nerves or electric impulses, a body that responds to signals far different than the ones you provide.

Why won’t it move?

The corners of your vision are black, and then the walls, and then the man before you. His body becomes indistinguishable from the surfaces behind him, all consumed by what you think is a sudden lack of light, yet the room still remains as bright as it was originally.

How long have you been at this? Is he done yet, has he–has he already—

A distant memory of a familiar figure begins to mesh with man before you. And while they aren’t physically there, the figure’s presence still makes the air damp from their predatory huffs, the overwhelming scent of their breath remains fossilized within you and is unforgettable.

It’s not long before the older man is gone completely, and his existence is overshadowed by something more sinister.

The limbs of the body swiftly double in weight while it goes rigid the instant the figure's features become more than vague ridges etched within skin.

It has to move.

But it won’t move. Why won’t it move?

From within you're tumbling over at full velocity, organs collapsing and taking everything along its path with it—but from the outside no one else has the slightest clue you've begun the procedure for self-destruction.

You fight against its tears and the weight of its eyelids to keep aware. If you blink it’ll be like it never happened—as if nothing ever happened to you.

You can’t disappear. You can’t disappear.

He can’t disappear.

Finally, your lips—

“My quirk!”, you shout. “You're gonna—you’re gonna—“

The man quickly snaps away from you, his length briefly slapping against your thighs on the way out as he tucks it back in his draws before pulling a stack of cash out his pants pocket.

“Here, take yer pay”, he tosses the stack beside you. “You’re not gettin’ the full thing for this shit.”

When you fully come to, he's already left your wheezing and defeated form on the brothel mattress.

Dried tears have left salt stains just below your lashes, your lips ooze crimson droplets wherever your teeth have gnawed against them. You pass your tongue over the bruised areas to feel cool air brush against its dampness.

The swipes of his hands still remain alight in your nerves, but it's faint and doesn't suffice.

How can you tell whether you've disappeared already without outside acknowledgement?

It's too quiet. Maybe the world is empty outside of your room. It's too difficult to hear anything else besides the harsh blows from the A/C vent above you and creaking as the walls begin to settle.

Though, the figure is quick to appear again amidst the silence.

“Don’t touch me”, you say quietly, trembling as you divert your eyes from them. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me”, your head shakes on its own as more tears begin to streak your cheeks.

You close your eyes…just for a moment…then open them to a circle of concerned expressions.

“I-I, ‘m sorry. I—“, you say to your coworkers, now before you.

“The boss is super pissed right now, he was one our best clients”, the centermost one chides. “What did you do?”

You go on to describe your exchange with the pushy customer while leaving out the details of the visions that occurred afterwards.

And while you have no recollection of running down the halls while kicking around and thrashing yourself in the air, the others do, and they inform you of everything that happened prior to the moment you were fully aware.

Eventually, the establishment owner scolds you for disturbing the customers, with interspersed puffs of smoke passing from between her cherry lips, then dismisses you with a wave of her cigarette (she says her smoking inside is a one time thing caused by you stressing her out).

The early dismissal has you standing just outside the building, illuminated under streetlights and by cars that are still traveling during the late hour. Your shoulders rest against the cool bricks of some nearby alley—the place you work is located in an awkward area downtown—but the night is quiet.

Even the small breeze that passes through is hushed, while the view ahead of you is easy on your tear-fatigued eyes.

But it isn’t enough to release the weight of everything that transpired.

Your back slides along the wall until you're in a disheveled heap, you pull your knees into your chest and burrow your head into them, pondering the familiarity of the disgusted expression the older client made as he left, the validity of your memories, and…

And how much longer of it you can take—how much longer can you bear questioning everything you’ve gone through.

You feel a presence stalking over you.

You then peer through your elbows, lower face still covered by arms, to identify who they might be.

A stranger.

How long has he been there?

“No one came to save you”, the sky blue haired man begins with a tone syrupy and sweet. Scars align his eyes while his cracked lips are upturned into a polite grin. “That must’ve hurt, right?”

Tomura Shigaraki gathers League members solely to provide them with an opportunity to embrace the quirks and talents they’ve been told to subdue for most of their lives. He creates a stage for outcasts, or those regarded as too irredeemable to keep the status quo, and he brings their supposed darkness to light.

Many who haven’t seen them in action may question how he does so with a mere giggling school girl, an overly-confident magician, and his other questionably picked participants—but his past opponents understand quite well…

So when he spots you, alone and abandoned, he thinks you're one of his greatest potential assets yet.

He scouts you just as he was scouted, with a confident hand stretching outwardly toward your weeping, huddled form, and a comforting offer of family spewing from his lips.

“No one came to save you”, he begins. “That must’ve hurt, right?”

Your trickling eyes finally gleam up in adoration at the pale stranger you now deem your savior.

And they shine so…brilliantly, despite your circumstances—he’ll certainly make great use of someone like you.

He's sure of it.

“How do you know that—No–who are you?”, you question, back no longer hunched as you jerk uptight at the man’s words.

“I have an eye for those mistreated by this rotten society”, the man replies, confidently.

“You’re just like us, aren’t you?”

“I don't understand. Who’s us?”

“You’ll find out soon enough if you come with me.” He places a pale, inviting hand toward you.

You shift your gaze away. “I don’t know if I should—“

“Don’t you find it strange how not a single hero has arrived to save you? This society always stresses the importance of them, but they're never really there when people need saving.” He pauses before roughly scraping at the skin below his jaw.

“I was saved once but not by some hero”, he continues. “No, I was saved by my mentor and I’d like to do the same for you.” His head is at level with yours.

“Tomura Shigaraki.” He stretches that same hand forward, yet his eyes seem to glimmer with a bit more resolve. “I’d like to save you, if only you’d let me?”

Your gaze travels the outward slender digits, and then the clothed arm that’s connected to it, until you eventually reach the blood pools that form his irises—they’re surprisingly gentle, smiling even.

What does it mean to be saved anyways? You question it briefly and conclude it's worth a shot going along with him to find out.

There shouldn’t be much harm in doing so, right?

Your fingers slowly reach for his own, interlocking in a firm grip as he begins to pull you up, and you steadily rise to your feet with his guidance.

You stand before him, eyes fleetingly locked on his, yet he quickly turns to walk ahead, expecting you to follow.

“Where are we going, Shigaraki, sir?”, you trail behind him closely as if a lost duckling.

“Tomura’s fine. And we’re going to that truck just up ahead.” He points to an old red semi on the other side of a parking lot. “We’ll use it to take you back to the hideout.”

Upon reaching it, he walks near the back of the truck before beginning to fumble with the latch that secures its doors.

Your heart flutters in anticipation while waiting to meet the crew Tomura has spoken of, you make your best attempt to look presentable despite the informal circumstances; adjusting your outfit, your posture and other small things that you’d like to make neat even though they’re unnoticeable.

“There’s room for you back here”, he says, hands finally maneuvering the lever enough to open it.

And when it does, those inside immediately recoil at the sudden light before they even get the chance to take in your appearance.

The group sits across from each other on glued down couches instead of typical car seats.

You finally make eyes with the member furthest to the back.

“Ooo, who’s that, Tomura?”, the one with blonde, spider lily shaped buns asks, pointed teeth revealed and glistening from the way her lips curve.

“New recruit”, Tomura says, palms guiding you to one of the seats diagonal of her.

“Is that who we came here for?” She tilts her head with the question.

“Not exactly, this place was just an unexpected detour”, he turns to you and then the rest of the group. “I’m going up front now, so you’ll have to get acquainted without me. Is that alright?”

You nod.

“Good”, he closes the door but leaves it open just enough for some light to pour in.

When your eyes adjust to the dim overhead lights, you catch a glimpse of the bubbly girl from earlier whose smile remains just as beaming.

“I’m Toga! Himiko Toga, you?”, she asks perkily.

You introduce yourself, then look toward the rest of the group. “And what about the rest of you?”

“I’m Twice”, says the masked man beside you, and in front of Toga. “Nice to meet you. No it’s not!” Even through the gray and black covering, you still see his awkward smile as he waves his hand apologetically.

“Dabi”, the one with black strands and charred, stapled skin across from you reveals upon noticing your gaze. “We’re also missing Compress and Spinner who’re up front.” His tone is more nonchalant than the others.

The truck engine ultimately roars for take off. It's a surprisingly quiet ride with many of their faces already worn with exhaustion from the distance they’ve previously traveled.

Gusts of wind breach through the small crack in the doors as they tremble from each divot and bump on the pavement that’s driven across. Noises of the city soon fill your ears; faint beeps from the cars of impatient drivers and shouting amongst pedestrians.

“Tomura!” Toga suddenly yells, arms beating against the front wall. “How much longer do we have left? I’m bored here!” She quickly gives up on her outburst though, throwing her head back against the chair in defeat and sighing heavily.

“I’m sure we’ll get there soon”, Twice reassures her. “No, we won’t. I mean—“

“I’ve got an idea!” Toga abruptly perks up. “You should ask us questions, newbie!”

“Like what?” You ask hesitantly.

Her smile grows even wider. “Anything. To get to know us and stuff.”

“Uh…How about…what brought you guys here?”

“Really? That’s a pretty lame question y’know.” Her smile droops in disappointment, but it quickly returns. “Try something like; where’s the best place to g—“

“I joined The League because of Stain”, Dabi finally answers, looking up at your inquisitive expression through his flared lashes. “I want to carry out his will, that’s all.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t interrupt people.” Toga flashes Dabi an icy glare. “That’s rude.”

“Well, the newbie wants to know”, he brushes her off, attention still remaining on

you. “Is there a reason you ask, by the way?”

“No–No, it's just part of getting to know you...”

“And what about you?” He lurches closer, folded hands and arms on his spread knees.

“Why'd you join The League?”

Your palms tighten reflexively. “I don't have as noble of a reason as you do, I was scouted by Tomura after all.”

He's silent, with an unreadable stare and tightly pressed lips, yet for a moment you wonder what answer he expected—but then he scoffs.

“Look, no one joins a group of villains for the fuck of it. I’m sure you’ve joined because you’ve faced injustice firsthand, why else?”

Injustice…

“Yeah…I guess you're right.”

His words never seem to leave your mind, even as the truck comes to a halt, and you’re stepping inside a tattered ex-restaurant building that's supposedly a villain hideout.

“The old base got raided a while ago, so we’re staying here for now”, Tomura clarifies upon seeing your dismay.

“So I'm guessing you guys move around a lot?” You survey the worn tables, the abandoned but empty cash registers and the

unevenly tiled floors.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” He sits at one of the counters–turned makeshift bar, and beckons you over.

“No, I was just thinking about my old place… and how I left it all behind now.” You sit beside him as he pours clear liquid into two shot glasses.

“You'll adjust eventually.” One of the glasses is slid to you.

“Yeah, I think any place is better than where I started.”

Tomura takes a swig of the liquor, downing the glass in one go. The rest of the area is empty except for the air, thick with dust and leftover debris.

You hear the faint crunch of wood under footsteps in the other rooms, but more importantly, occasional eruptions of laughter—so carefree, something you'd never expect from a band of criminals.

It reminds you they’re human even though society doesn't portray them as such.

“Where'd you live?” Tomura asks.

“I lived back at that place you found me, as one of their workers. It was okay if you ignored the lack of privacy and the irritating guests, but I hardly had anyone I knew there. Like sure, I lived with the same coworkers for a while, but I wouldn't call them friends or anything.”

“What about family?”

“No, I left them a long time ago.”

“Well, you’ll always have The League”, Tomura reassures you.

“Yeah…” You stare distantly at your untouched glass, swirling its contents slightly while mesmerized by the ripples that form from your movements.

“Is something wrong?”

You stop. “I’m not sure why you brought me here, you don't even know my quirk”, you say softly, but your eyes are still trained on the cup. “I can't see myself being of use to someone like you.”

“That kinda stuff doesn't matter to me, if it did I'd be no different from the heroes.”

He taps his finger against the wood a few times before speaking.“There's always something you can do to contribute to our cause, no matter how small it is.”

You sit beside him quietly as helps himself to more drinks, and though you usually loathe such silences, this one feels welcoming; a silence that wants to be filled but only if you'll allow it to.

“I don't know much about my quirk”, you inevitably admit, taking a miniscule breath to get over the initial shock of the words so easily slipping from your lips. “When it first activated, I was being—No, I was getting attacked, I should say. I’ll also add that the person responsible then had done it to me multiple times prior, but when I told anyone else about it they never believed me.”

Your teeth finally meet the rim of your glass so that the alcohol can scorch your tongue and the depths of your throat.

“So when they attacked me again, I wanted them to disappear for good.” Your tongue swiftly swipes across your lips. “I closed my eyes for a moment and my skin quickly became hot to the touch—I almost thought I was on fire.” Another sip is granted to your lips.

“Next thing you know, it actually happened. I opened my eyes and they disappeared, what remained was my body glowing and violet as a result, but it was only for an instant. And it's not only that, it also seems like a huge side effect of my quirk is memory loss in general, I’ve lost old memories separate from the event and I’m certain that has to be the cause of it.” You can feel the heat of Tomura's stare, which has never seemed to have left you, as he continues to listen intently.

“Ever since they disappeared, I can’t tell if they ever harmed me in the first place. I mean, physically, the evidence was there, but not the person who caused it.”

“When you say they disappeared, was it as if they never existed in the first place?”,Tomura questions, pupils dilated with intrigue.

“No, everyone else’s memories of them remained. I'm not sure whether they teleported or if they're just gone for good. Shit, I’m not even sure if what happened was actually a manifestation of my quirk because I haven’t used it since then.”

“If it is a quirk it’s pretty strong. My guess is that it activates whenever you have an overwhelming desire for something to disappear.” He pauses as if lingering on a thought. “And because it’s so powerful it requires a huge energy input, in this case, the energy of your neurons or memory.”

“Wow. That’s a well thought out guess.” You chuckle a bit. “Are you always good with these kinds of things?”

“I think it'd be weird if I wasn't”, he smirks.

“Right, since you’re a leader and all”, you return his smile before it eventually falters.

“But still, Tomura…If what you’re saying is true, my quirk only exacerbated my confusion about it all. It’s one thing to already be doubted by other people but it’s another to have a quirk that just so happens to help confirm those doubts…What if I was making it all up? What if my family was right and those things were just my imagination?”

Another silence instills, but it's far different from earlier, it's heavy and difficult to move in; you go rigid at the thought of making him uncomfortable or burdening him.

“I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this—”

“Trust your instincts.” His tone is stern yet earnest. “If you say it happened then it happened. Don’t second guess yourself just because others are too scared to face the truth.”

You give him your biggest grin yet. “I really needed to hear that. Thank you.”

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The next morning the hideout rooms are bare, aside from decrepit mattresses that were previously slept on.

The lack of orders from Tomura has you worried about your place among the other members as you start to wonder why you are the only one who was left out from the mission today.

From what he's already briefed you on, the gang has to lay low due to their notoriety—how you've never managed to hear of Japan’s most wanted is a mystery, but your association with them hasn't been recognized by the public yet.

That's gotta mean something, right?

What you can't do on the battlefield, you’ll do at the base, it could use some work after all, and cleaning is in order regardless of how temporary the location is. You can also run errands for the rest of them as you still have spending money left over from your job.

Your schedule for the day has been decided.

The current hideout is composed of the main dining room (hangout, also where Kurogiri sleeps?), break room (Toga, Twice), bathroom, second dining room (Spinner, Shigaraki), and basement (You, Dabi, Compress).

As of now, you're tidying chairs and removing trash from tables, nothing

over the top, but it would be nice if there was at least one broom to work with or more than just two trash bags laying around.

Room to room, floor to floor. You make your rounds though the base until you eventually arrive at the last area, or the second dining room, but it’s locked.

You’ve already done your best to keep the place clean, it shouldn’t hurt to leave one room untouched. Satisfied with your progress, you return to the basement to take a nap before everyone else arrives.

The mattress is dilapidated beneath you yet it still cradles your body comfortably, you briefly look up at the dusty ceiling and the cobwebs that nest between its planks.

With each turn against the covers, a damp aroma follows suit as it fans and swirls any lingering mold in the air, and stirs up the caked debris on the floorboards.

It's been hours since you've finished cleaning yet there's no sign of The League's return.

It's far too desolate for your liking, as if the world were completely empty, and all its inhabitants planned an intergalactic road trip without you.

What if they left you behind?

Or maybe you're the one who disappeared somewhere far away—to not be touched is to disappear, how else can one validate their own existence?

No, you mustn't think too hard about it.

You shut your eyes hoping your thoughts would do the same.

There has to be some kind of sound you can listen to besides the rising of your own breaths and the increasing thumps of your heart beats.

Why hasn't anyone returned already?

Your body has unknowingly started its frantic steps toward the basement stairs, you nearly ascend on all fours before tripping over the clumsy movement of your own limbs. Your head throbs at the intensity of its collision with decaying wood, you roll over onto your back, huffing from the wasted breaths of your attempt to flee the building.

It's too quiet.

And soon you can't even hear the disgruntled pants of your own breathing. It’s too quiet, and you've forgotten to breathe.

Is someone there? You stand up once more, walking along the halls with your weight pressed against the wall.

Is anyone else here? The door to the second dining room is open?

Tomura?

Your vision is blurred yet you make out the disheveled blue strands before you, vermillion irises just as piercing and captivating.

You weakly reach out for him, but it seems he’s already reached out for you as his fingers make delicate contact with your upper arms.

“I'm sorry—”, you begin, cut short by a stream of tears cascading down your cheeks. You sink to your knees and Tomura is swift to drop beside you. “I just wanted to make myself useful, but I felt alone and—”

“Calm down, you're not alone”, the hand on your shoulder grips you tightly. “I'm here, everything's fine. You're gonna be alright.”

You sniffle, looking up at him with glistening features and puffy eyes.

“I’m gonna go get you something to drink”, he says as he quickly rises to leave.

“Wait, don't go!”, you tug at the hem of his sweatshirt. “Please?”

Tomura sits back beside you quietly; the comforting silence you would always expect with him.

He stares ahead at the wall for a moment then occupies himself with his jacket zipper, pinkies raised as he trails along the black fabric, scanning it closely as if he's never worn the thing before.

It doesn't take long for your thoughts and breathing to return to normal.

“I’ve only ever been acknowledged through touch”, you finally murmur. “It gets lonely sometimes.”

Tomura hums softly.

“Am I a burden to you?”

“No.”

“I’m glad.”

“Tomura”, you turn toward him. “Don't tell the others about this, okay?”

“I won't.”

“Thank you.” Your head gently falls on his shoulder. “For everything.”

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Twice and Toga make a rather ceremonious return, while the remaining members trickle in afterward, going along with another one of their whims; this time a welcoming party for you.

Or so they say, but really Twice and Dabi just wanted an excuse to buy cheap booze and play party games all night.

The group forms a half-hearted circle for a round of Never Have I Ever; some camping out on raggedy benches while others remain tightly knit on the ground. But eventually, Toga leaves for bed early into the night while Compress leaves because such games are too childish for the likes of him.

You sit between Tomura and Twice, as you listen to Spinner drunkenly ramble about an insect he saw on the way back.

Condensation drips down your knuckles and into your palms while the cold bottle between your fingertips still fizzles way past the halfway mark.

“Ok, ok. Never have I ever—“, Dabi burps then giggles a little, staples aligned in an enthusiastic curve as the sound passes through his lips. It’s strange to witness him so bubbly and void of his usual demeanor.

“Get on with it already!” Twice finally snaps.

“I'm getting to it, alright”, Dabi takes another sip of canned beer then pauses. “Never have I ever…laughed so hard I wet myself.” The smirk on his face afterwards is smug and expecting of a reaction.

“Don't tell me…”, Spinner says, face crinkling with disgust.

“Seriously? Gross.” Tomura chimes.

“I'm kidding. I'm kidding.” Dabi’s head tips back to release another boisterous laugh. “I almost did.”

“Spinner, your turn”, Tomura nudges beside him.

Spinner rests his chin on one of his hands, tapping a pointer on his lips. “Never have I ever…played a romance visual novel game.”

“A what?” Twice says abruptly.

“Can’t you come up with a better one? No one even knows what that is”, Dabi scoffs.

If Spinner’s scales could convey a red hue, they would've. His eyes are drawn wide as if he regretted ever asking, he awkwardly scratches the back of his head before turning away.

“I do.” You raise your left hand with its pinky already placed down. “I've played a few of them back in highschool.”

“Really?” Dabi inquires, interest suddenly peaked.

You nod. “Yeah, it's usually story based and your choices determine which character route you get at the end.”

His gaze shifts to Tomura. “You too, Boss?”, he asks upon noticing Tomura's downed finger.

“Yeah, Spinner made me play.”

“Buncha’ nerds! I've got the next question!” Twice intervenes with a passionately waving hand. “Never have I ever been in love with someone way older than me.”

“I haven't”, Spinner says quietly.

“Older than you? Man, she's gotta be like fifty”, Dabi jokes.

“Nah, this was years ago.” Twice smiles weakly beneath his mask.

Dabi plucks deftly at his beer can tab and places it between his teeth. “What's the story?”

“Whaddya mean?”

“There's gotta be a story.” Dabi clumsily presses a finger to Twice’s chest. “You're the one who chose the question.” He taps between his words then pulls back.

“Nothin’ worth telling, just an old co-worker from 10 years ago…I haven't seen 'em since, but it was a wild ride. They cheated on me!”

“Oh, that sucks”, Spinner gives his best sympathetic glance amidst the awkwardness.

“Yeah…” Twice then releases a flat chuckle.

The group sits tensely for his next drunken confession, but it never comes.

“Never have I ever…”, Dabi breaks the silence. “...wanted to makeout with someone in this room.” His eyes shift to each and everyone’s shocked looks at the nerve of his question.

It stirs something hidden inside you. You’re surprised to find yourself watching Tomura from the corner of your eye, so as to not draw suspicion, and for some reason the sight of his 9 fingers still being raised makes your throat tighten.

It's not like you put your own finger down either. So why—

“Oh c’mon. Not a single one of you wants to put your finger down?” Dabi shakes his head.

“You didn't put one down either”, Spinner remarks.

“Yeah, perv!”,Twice intervenes as well.

“Well, me, I'm just tryna spice things up a little, but whatever.” Dabi shrugs. “Just know I see the way some of you look at each other.” He flashes another grin.

And that’s the most heated the questions get for the rest of the night.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

Ever since Dabi’s prying, your eyes linger on the blue haired leader more often than they used to. Or maybe it was something you always did, but you never noticed—either way, those stolen glances at him whenever his attention was elsewhere become what you looked forward to.

He’s often tucked away in his room for most of the day, so the few moments he appears in the dining room, hair disheveled and hoodie hanging loosely on his shoulders, you brighten up.

You’ve unwillingly become a Tomura Shigaraki encyclopedia of some sort.

You know that when he first bites into things, he primarily uses his molars, parting his pale lips before skewing them to the side and sinking his teeth into it.

You also know that he’d make small abstract sketches into the table wood with his fingernails during meetings that go on for too long.

At first, his eyes never met yours as he was always immersed in whatever he was doing; whether it be writing or eating, but eventually your intense looks became enough to alert him.

He conveys a glint of pride as catches you, even smiling whenever you’d dart away and pretend fiddling with your hands was way more interesting than watching him.

Soon enough, it’s the only thing that ever occupies your mind, and before you sleep,

you wonder when things will ever be more than that.

And when he’d finally start to feel the same way about you.

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

“I have an assignment for you”, a familiar rasp tugs you out of your thoughts and into the present.

“What is it?” You turn toward Tomura as he stands on the basement steps.

“I need a lookout.”

“But why me?” Your eyes cast sideways.

“Wouldn’t Spinner be better suited for something like this?”

“Does it matter? I’m asking you.” He walks further down then stops. “Plus you don’t stand out much, so you’re perfect for it.”

“Oh…”

“Come.” He turns to leave as usual, expecting you to follow.

The ride toward the destination is brief, if you could even call it much of a destination at all. It’s a miniature sized building of worn, faded bricks, many of the walls have already deteriorated and most of the windows are nonexistent.

You sit with Tomura amongst a thicket of trees, meticulously scanning the area for its owners or any other lurking parties with the same idea. It’s still daytime out yet you both are easy to spot even in the shady area behind one of the bushes.

“How’d you find out about this place?” You question Tomura but your voice never rises above a whisper.

“Doesn’t matter. They’ve got something I want.” Tomura impatiently rises from his knees.

“You’re raiding another hideout by yourself?” A tinge of worry finally makes its way into your words.

“Yeah, that’s why I brought you here.” He hands you some kind of receiver; black and with three color-coded buttons. “Press this twice to speak.” He points to the small blue button. “Let me know if you see someone coming, and I’ll let you know if I received it.”

“Wait”, you say harshly but quietly. “Are you sure about this?” You look around once more. “What’re you gonna go if they actually come back?”

“Don’t worry about it, just stay put.” He gives you one last affirmative nod then leaves without another word, toward the strange building.

Around twenty uneventful minutes pass with no signs of anyone returning. Your body jolts with every slight rustle of the grass and sudden clicks from nearby insects, but nothing more.

The area is suspiciously clear…

Just as you loosen your guard, a group of bandits approach the building from the far right; two of their faces are concealed with hoodies, while the other wears tacky shades and a lower face mask.

You hastily hold down on the blue button of the walky-talky. “Tomura, there’s people here—like 3 of them. Can you hear me?”

You wait fifteen seconds before trying to communicate once more.

“Tomura?”

Another silent fifteen.

“Hello?”

Still no reply.

Your stomach drops.

You have to do something, anything. Anything would be better than simply watching things unfold—you’re tired of being a spectator of your own life, you can't continue to remain a spectator now that someone you care for is in danger.

It takes a swift steeling of your gut before you’re trailing behind the strangers, pocket knife in hand but no plan of action. The heat of the moment isn’t always bad, instinct can sometimes prevail if the necessary talents were always dormant within you—but they weren’t…

Brisk, but subtle movements; you reach for the member furthest behind, pulling them to your chest before pressing the dull blade you have against their throat.

“M-make a move and I’ll kill him.” You stall, and the man stills in your grasp, without a word—yet, the rest of the group is unmoved by your threat.

“Really? You’ll kill him?”, the one with a gray beanie begins. Below his pointed nose, a smile tugs slightly at the corner of his lips while he reveals his palms to you in faux surrender. “Do it then.”

Your grip on the man loosens a little. “What?” You catch a glimpse of something

shifting in your peripheral but it's too late.

“Gaah—fuck—”, you curse as your head rattles from its collision with a wooden pole, and the man hurriedly slips from your hold.

Another abrupt smack comes from behind; you fall to your knees then your stomach, hands pressed against the sides of your skull to minimize the throbbing.

“You should really check your surroundings more”, a deep voice from above you quips, and a few snickers follow soon after.

“Who sent you?”, the man with a beanie asks.

You try your best to look up at the men with a strained neck. “ ‘m not telling—”

A boot toe is swung into the side of your abdomen and you curl inward from the impact; the pain is sharp as it bleeds into your ribs and stomach.

“Just tell us who sent you, alright?” Your collar is pulled up by another one of the men. “You here for the money too?”

“I dunno what…what…” The weight of your jaws is like lead as your mouth suffocates from nonexistent cotton. You can't even speak let alone try to save Tomura at this rate.

This'll only hold them off for so long but what will they do once they’ve had enough—or once they finally notice Tomura trespassing.

You attempt to lift your upper body with quivering arms but it's pointless, another strike to your chest has you back on the ground, helpless and panting as more consecutive blows come from each member.

Your eyes tighten and sting with tears, but things can’t end this way. You have to try, but at this point, they should all just—

They should all just—

Disappear.

Your skin sears with heat, while something courses through your veins at the speed of light—and you don't know what—but it leaves you jolting with each and every circulation.

Once it stops, you’re instantly rigid as you open your eyes to empty surroundings, the only evidence of the men’s presence is the boot marks across your skin and the bloodied beanie abandoned in the corner.

They're gone. They're really gone.

But your head thumps even greater than before.

“What are you doing here”, a recognizable hoarseness comes from above.

“Tomura, you’re here”, you murmur weakly, struggling to push your body upwards. “I couldn’t reach you and I got worried, so I came here myself.”

“What happened?” He drops beside you to lend a hand, straightening your torso.

Your arm remains secured over his shoulders as he holds you upright. “There was a group of them here just now, but I lost control—“ A warm fluid trickles down your nose and across your lips, you swipe at it, pulling away to examine the blood that’s poured from you.

“Hey, are you sure you didn’t overdo it?” His cracking features are stern as he observes you more closely.

“No-no, I’m fine.” You study your stained hands more closely. “I’ve forgotten something important and I don’t even know what…” You pause. “Do you believe me? That they were here?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He notices a glimpse of dismay in your eyes then surveys the room for something. “That over there”, he points to the discarded beanie from earlier. “This from one of the bandits.”

“Yeah, why?”

Tomura doesn’t answer, instead releasing you gently then walking over to it before placing it into your palm.

“Keep it.” He wraps your fingers around it firmly. “It’s proof of what's happened. A reminder of everything that's disappeared in your past too.”

“A reminder…” You stare quietly at what he's placed in your hands, then at Tomura’s eyes, and then the hands that remain on his body.

“Tomura…Don’t ever disappear on me please.”

“Hmm?”

You gently shake your head. “Sorry, just a feeling.”

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

For the next few days, you're out of commission, but Tomura would often visit you for a few hours to check up on how you've recovered from the side effects of your quirk.

Even then, you felt useless throughout it all, insisting on aiding The League despite your feeble state, but once you make a full recovery, Tomura asks to get snacks with you, claiming it'll cheer you up.

The gray beanie rests snuggly on your head, restored to its former glory after some washing and a bit of Tomura's efforts.

“Like a date?”, you ask Tomura after he's brought up the sudden inquiry.

“I'm not that cheap”, he replies as walks beside you up the basement steps.

You smile. “It’s not like I'd mind it if you were.”

He takes you to a local convenience store to ring up two bags of potato sticks, ohagi, and two melon-lime sodas, then he leads you down more cracked sidewalks and to a park bench.

The view from it is mesmerizing, swirls of lilac and tangerine merge in the sky and reflect across the murky waters. This river has never looked as pretty before, but it’s only ever as pretty as the sky makes it.

“It's pretty isn't it?” You ask faintly.

“Yeah.” Tomura takes a small bite of ohagi before licking his lips. “How's your quirk?”

“Fine, nothing’s happened since then.” You mimic his action, still staring ahead at ripples in the water.

He hums.

The ohagi is sweet on your tongue, and sticks behind your teeth while the sip of melon-lime soda you take afterward makes your cheeks pucker.

It's chilly out but you can't seem to mind the heavy breeze even as it glazes over your eyes and sends chills across your skin.

“No matter what I make disappear I’ll always be dissatisfied with the result”, you start, voice low and solemn. “I don't know, I just wish I could make things appear instead sometimes…”

“I could relate in a way”, Tomura begins. “I destroy what upsets me because it's all I’ve ever known to get rid of this itch I feel inside.” Tomura looks at his palms longingly before clenching them into fists. “But destruction is often necessary for creating something new.” He turns toward you. “Sometimes things need to disappear in order for the things you want to appear.”

His gaze lingers on you, soft and curious, before you finally return it. “Is that how you plan to build the future?”, you eventually question.

“The future?” He scratches at the base of his throat. “I guess I never cared for a future before the League. Their will is my will now.”

“So there's still no future you want just for yourself?”

“I didn't say that”, he mumbles softly.

“Then what is it—”

“What about you?” His stare is a bit darker than before.

Your mouth slightly gapes then closes. “Oh, well I'll accept any future as long as you're in it…” you say meekly, staring down into your lap as you thread your fingers with your own nervously. “I'm more curious about you though—”

His fingers grip the sides of your jaw

to face you toward him. For a moment, he only stares at your parted lips before finally making contact, and his mouth encloses around yours in a hot, breathless kiss.

His mouth still tastes sweet, with his teeth sliding gently across your bottom lip and nibbling softly on your tongue. It has you gasping for partitions to breathe, yet you also want to be brought closer—smothered in more of his warmth and affection.

But then he abruptly pulls away.

“Let's head back.” His thumb swipes your cheek gently, and you nod against his palm.

Tomura’s words are meaningful to you, and you're glad to hear more of them throughout the walk back to the hideout, hand in hand and smiling.

As you find yourself wanting to do more to embrace your quirk, you realize that he’s already upheld the promise he made to you when you first met;

He’s become your savior.

And despite still carrying reminders of his past across his body, he’s seemingly free of it, and you find that admirable.

You’re still scared of the journey that’s needed for gaining better control of your ability, especially its lasting effects. But how those lost memories will change you over time, is a question for the future.

As of now, you lay beside him in his room, with only the two of you, after Spinner swapped out his mattress with yours begrudgingly, and you press yours and Tomura’s together to form a shared one.

The night with him led to more meaningless talks about the future and the things you want to buy once The League gets money, it was going well…

All things were well, until you woke up amidst the early morning to a violent thrashing in your skull and dried blood caked under your nose, along with the ruby puddle it formed on your pillowcase.

But worst of all, Tomura’s bed was empty.

The door was still locked from the inside, so he couldn’t have left.

Did he…disappear?

In your gut, you know the answer but your psyche still fights against it.

The thought of secretly wanting him to disappear is the utmost betrayal, it’s stomach churning, your skin instantly goes icy at the idea—this can’t be what you have wanted. Maybe you know far less about your quirk than you think you do.

Yes, it all ties back to when you lost control, it has to.

You shouldn’t have used it that day, then this wouldn’t have happened—you were just stupid, he definitely could’ve taken care of himself back then.

This theory of your quirk growing more unstable from the one use satisfies you for a moment, but eventually your anxiety ridden mind starts to construct hypotheticals as to why you would want to get rid of him in the first place.

Maybe all along you felt as though you didn't deserve someone like him around you.

A part of you wants to remove everything around you in a blinded rage; make everything and everyone disappear until you’ve completely forgotten who you are.

Yet, you’re perfectly still and void of the energy to do so as you look over at his side with clouded vision; warm tears start to streak your cheeks and mix with the blood that has already stained them.

You wrap yourself in the blankets that were once warm from his skin, you reach over to hold his family close, in place of him not being there to do it.

The world is empty without him in it, and your senseless cries because of that are muffled by his very pillowcase.

It hurts.

And more than the pain you feel from sorrow, your overwhelmed with hatred, a complete despisal of yourself which grows with each passing second you stare dejectedly as the empty spot before you.

It hurts, but to sit here and mourn without thinking of changing things would go against everything he stood for.

You briefly eye the beanie he’s restored for you, snuggling it securely on your head as you remember just that.

You’ll have to collect yourself, if only for a moment.

If you want to bring him back, you’ll have to embrace this wretched quirk even more in hopes of undoing what you’ve already done.

It’s decided.

Your chilled fingers quiver as they swipe at the smeared fluid that’s begun to glisten your features, fingertips now tainted the slightest vermilion, you clean them on the nearest cloth to better gather your composure.

The salty, metallic trail that begins to smother your lips is the least of your worries, the rest of the League will find out at some point, and you can’t deny that you want to run away before that happens.

Your limbs are collapsed into a clumsy heap at the center of the room, your jittering muscles attempt to lash against the restrain of your determined mind, but you keep them hostage, waiting patiently still until the other members rouse.

What will they do now that their leader is gone because of you?

It’s suspicious that some nobody that was introduced no more than a few days ago was able to shift their hierarchy in a matter of hours.

You’ll be crucified—No, you’ll explain everything as calmly as you can manage, and maybe through the trembling of your voice and the remnants of your tears, they’ll believe that you never had it in you to intentionally harm someone you love.

The peace before the storm doesn’t last for long as the door’s hinges tremble before their inevitable creaking as a scaly-green head peers through the crack like a humble intruder.

“Sorry to bother '', Spinner starts, making his meek entry despite the lack of your acknowledgement, pointed fingertips clenched in awkward fists at his sides while his pink eyes shift across the floorboards. “I meant to get it last night, but I didn’t want to—“ His gaze travels upward and across the tousled but stained sheets along your body, then to abnormal streaks along your cheekbones.

His mouth parts to reveal a sliver of tightened teeth before swiftly closing. “Where’s Shigaraki?” He asks quietly, yet the whites of his eyes are glazed and nearly prodding from behind his lids.

You ball your palms as you brace for impact. “It’s complicated—“

“Holy shit. Did you guys get into a fight?” He scans your figure fully once more as if to confirm his hunch, but you’re quick to deny it.

“No! No, never…”, You reassure him but he doesn’t seem eased in the slightest. Your throat bobs harshly before your next words. “It’s my quirk—I think I may have—I-I think I’ve made him disappear…”

The silence that instills is enough to hear your restless heartbeat thumping against your ears; hasty and loud, your veins choked with blood as the stream unbridledly whips along its walls with each thud.

Thumping and thumping and thumping, then ringing, then thumping—and oh, god—why won’t he say something already?

His glossy, pink irises are locked on yours unmoving, but that’s all. Not a word nor a gasp, but a look you’ve yet to place.

“You what?”Spinner inevitably breaks the silence with an unexpectedly soft tone—so calm you hardly notice as his hands trail slowly toward the branch of knives tightly secured to his back. “Don’t move—“ He shouts once the weapon is unsheathed and it nearly swipes against the tip of your chin.

Your balance swiftly shifts to the back of an elbow, curling away from the glistening blade before you. “W-What?”

“Don’t fucking move!” he repeats, his resolve is affirmed in that moment.

Rushed footsteps can be heard distantly as they trail down the hall to approach the source of the racket before ending at the doorway, just behind him.

With Dabi to his left, and Twice to his right, they peer through the crowded opening, heads tilting to and fro to make sense of the scene you’ve unwillingly made yourself the spotlight of.

It’s over.

Your skin flushes with ice at the villains you previously had no issue being among, as it’s different once you’re finally on the other end of the blade.

Eyes damp with tears, you silently shake your head as a final, small act to sustain your innocence.

“Yo-yo! What’s going on?” Twice is the first to speak, looking at you then Spinner then you again.

“Tell them what you did!” Spinner shakes the blade with each word and you recoil.

You gulp. “I may have used my quirk to make Tomura disappear—but it was an accident I swear!” Your attention is drawn between the two that have joined him in hopes that they'd be more understanding, yet confusion is still plastered on their faces.

“What do you mean by “disappear”?” Dabi steps forward with his scarred palms flexing as if he’s ready to strike.

“I don’t know. I don’t understand it yet, but I think I can bring him back, you just have to trust me”, you plead once more.

The group gives each other silent glances, then Spinner gives an indirect order with a small nod of his head, and the two step forward to close the distance around you.

“Now, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Dabi gives a menacing gleam with his words before lunging near you and securing your arms.

Spinner seems to have left the room while the other two are quick to gather your limbs and place you on a wooden chair you were unaware existed to the far left of the room.

He swiftly returns with tape and rope to finish binding you to the chair and floorboards.

“You two stay here and watch, I'll let the others know”, Spinner orders before hurriedly taking off.

However, Dabi follows suit despite his demands.

“Hey man, got a hot date or something? I mean, where do you think you’re going?” Twice gives an accusatory point in his direction.

“I’m not babysitting. I’ve got better things to do, so just make a clone or whatever.” Dabi turns the corner before he can refute.

Twice drags a hand across the lower half of his features in frustration before complying begrudgingly to produce a clay-like figure that transforms into a replica of Dabi.

He then updates the clone on your situation so that the two can stand guard, bickering and complaining for what feels like a half hour. Although, they never seem to address you.

You eventually feel something thick lodged at the base of your throat, shooting upward to spurt from between your teeth, while the taste of it is suffocating as it reeks of bile and sewage but has the consistency of slime. Your limbs flail beneath its holdings in response to the lack of air, attempting to claw the sludge away but to no avail.

When it’s abruptly removed from your body, you’re able to take in the sudden change of scenery; a windowless laboratory of rows of tall vials with foreign creatures submerged in some strange liquid within them.

It’s a cinematic rendition of an over the top villain hideout that surrounds you and leaves you gawking—but the most pressing matter of all is the bald, old man that accompanies you as he sits beside a computer screen and stares at you behind glaring lenses.

The screen flickers to life to portray an indiscernible image. “When I got the details of this new recruit, I expected trouble. But this…”, a deep voice emits behind the static of the picture. “Is outside of my expectations.”

“Yes, quite troublesome at first glance, but I can assure you that things aren’t as dire as they may seem”, the man with glasses adds, hands folded across his lap as he assesses the situation. “From what I’ve been told, it looks to be a teleportation quirk of some sort, but what I’m stuck on is the memory aspects of it…Nonetheless, evidence of Tomura Shigaraki’s existence still remains, otherwise a quirk capable of erasing one’s presence wouldn’t have existed until the next generation or so. Well, if you trust my theory of course.” The man’s eyes remain on your frightened form.

“Yes, I trust you’ll see this through to the end without me”, the other voice states calmly. “Counting on you, as always, Doctor…” The screen finally goes black, and you assume the man has left.

“Now, let’s get the full picture, shall we?” The “Doctor” continues once the two of you are alone.

“Who are you?” You ask a question of your own as you were never told of these two strange members by the others.

“Who I am isn’t important, you want to bring back Tomura don’t you?”

You nod.

Well, whoever they are, they seem to know Tomura personally, so you’ll have to trust them for now.

You give your best summary of what happened the morning you woke up to his disappearance and emphasize the similarities it had with the others that vanished as well; the bloodied nose and feverish skin with each use of your quirk.

“And I’m guessing you can’t use it on command, correct?” He questions upon hearing the details.

You nod once more.

“It’d be possible for me to forcibly activate it, but alas I have no way of knowing how it works.” The doctor turns his chair toward the array of keys behind him and begins fiddling with them. “But, I have a solution.” He presses a final red button, and that suffocating liquid from earlier returns to your sternum.

When you come to, your bindings are released, and the scenery has changed, just as you expected.

All sides of the room are covered in huge white tiles, with a devastating lack of furniture and a just as bland bathroom door to the very right of you.

Though, these details are easy to ignore, once you spot one of those horrid beasts from before, stalking at the furthest end of the room, twitching brain exposed and beak-like mouth smothered in drool.

Its protruding eyes are inquisitive as it approaches you in a prowling stance, navy palms bared and itching to get you in its grasp.

Your stomach swoops heavily at the sight, and your legs are soon to follow behind it.

“W-Wait—I said I’ll fix things! I just need time!”, you screech, toppling defeatly to the ground as the beast towers over you, the scorching musk of his breath contrasts the chill of your skin. “Don’t kill me! I’m sorry—please, I’ll do anything!” You continue to holler more empty cries into an unwavering void, clenching your eyes shut as if it’ll lessen the damage somehow.

And to your surprise, the sound of his panting is gone, the air feels stilled as if he’s absent.

Did it work?

You part your eyes slowly to find the room is empty, but your relief is short-lived.

“You’d have died had I not intervened, are you sure you want to live?” The doctor’s voice comes from a radio intercom in the top corner of the walls.

“Yeah, but things don’t always go the way I plan”, you reply softly.

The doctor is silent.

“So, what now?” you ask.

He clears his throat. “I’ll take a few blood samples and then you’ll need to be isolated until you get things under control.”

“Is the lab work really necessary—“ you start, but a boxy machine with a syringe at the tip pricks you before you can process it. “Ouch!” The machine teleports away as swiftly as it came.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be asking questions”, he warns, you hear faint clicking of buttons in the background.

A miniature version of another one of those creatures appears, standing docilely along the wall furthest from you and staring your direction. “The one in the room now won’t do anything without my command, but it’s at your disposal. Use it to train as you see fit.”

“Is that it? Am I really supposed to do this alone?”

“Well, you’re the wielder of the quirk aren’t you?”

“I guess so.”

A sleeping bag and small flip-phone suddenly appear beside you. “All updates are to be given through this device, anything else is unnecessary, understood?”

“Yes”, you reply timidly at how fast things are going.

“Well, that’ll be all. I expect progress, but do know that time isn’t on your side”, the doctor adds.

“What happens if I don’t do it in time—“

You hear blaring static.

Great, you think to yourself.

You’ve had your whole life to train your ability but you ran away from every opportunity you had to hone it. Being cautious has done more harm than good, but it’s not like you ever had the environment to explore your quirk safely—until now…

Is it too late to start from the beginning? To take the time to unleash your full potential without your own mental restraints?

You’re unsure, but it’d be nice to at least have examples to go off of, after all, you’ve been left alone in a room to your own devices, and without any guidance from the rest of the members.

Do they actually care about their leader or do they trust in him enough to return despite the circumstances?

A heavy sigh escapes you.

Maybe you should try meditating.

You sit cross-legged in the center of the room, staring up at the lack of intricacies on the ceiling, attempting to clear your mind of anything other than bringing Tomura back.

You imagine the messy wisps that were splayed across his pale forehead the brief night you laid beside him. You think about wanting to create that moment once more, but somewhere you can have him all to yourself.

He’ll be back. He’ll be here any minute now.

Your eyelids shut gently as you wait for a surge of power to wash over you.

But that moment never comes…

Your throat bobs tightly with the building sting of your eyes, while your tongue goes dry from misery.

What are you doing wrong?

Your fingers swipe at the warm liquid that seeps from your nose, but it isn’t blood.

Why isn’t this working?

You crawl defeatedly toward the cheap sleeping bag you’ve been given, collapsing in it only to be pressed uncomfortably to the floor, adding fuel to your already festering disappointment.

Your palms reach up for the soft fabric band of the beanie around your head for comfort.

You go to sleep hoping that just like last time your quirk would manifest itself subconsciously through the night.

Yes, you can only hope…

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

The next morning begins with the clashing of bells, an ear-grating sound that comes from that flip-phone you were given—which you initially think is an alarm before spotting a blank contact on the answer/decline screen.

You click the uppermost green button.

“Hello?” A rasped voice on the other end of the line speaks.

“Hello? I thought this thing was only for updates”, you huff, frustrated now that your sleep has been disturbed.

“Well, I’ve got a pretty big one, I’m just not sure if you realized it yet.”

There’s a hint of a smile behind those words, one you’re quick to place as belonging to the very man you’ve been searching for.

You gasp. “I’m so glad to hear it’s you!”, you nearly shout into his ears. “Are you hurt? What happened? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, when I came to I was way outside of the hideout but I was able to get in touch with the League eventually”, Tomura explains.

“So, you’re safe. You don’t know how much I’ve missed your voice.”

“It’s only been a few days.”

“Yeah, but I thought I’d never be able to hear it again.” You hold the phone tighter against you. “I really want to see you…Is that ok?”

There’s a long pause before he speaks. “Of course, I’d be with you right now, but I can’t.”

“Oh, right…It’s still dangerous to be around me until I can get things under control—“

“No”, he says sharply. “I’m not scared, but I think it’s your quirk that’s stopping me.”

Your brows crinkle slightly. “How so?”

“There’s this invisible barrier around you that’s almost a kilometer thick, and I’m the only one who can’t get through, not even with Warp Gate.”

You tap a finger to your bottom lip. “Oh, I see. So, that must be the extent of my ability. Like a radius”, you chime, a bit relieved to get a better understanding of it.

“Right, now that you know more about it it should be easier to use. I can even help you.”

“Thank you, I’d appreciate that”, you say softly, heat flushing your cheeks despite something so trivial.

“That room you’re in right now, is it comfortable?” He asks with a hint of concern in his voice.

“Not really, but I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, but an actual mattress would be nice.”

“Got it. They’re not treating you badly, are they?”

His consideration puts you at ease. “No, I think they were quite lenient given that I almost got rid of their leader”, you say with a slight giggle.

He sighs jokingly. “Fair enough. But, I don’t want us to run out of minutes right now. I’ll be sure to call you later today.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“I know, but you’ve already been so strong. It’ll only be a bit longer.”

You hum in acknowledgment. “Bye. I lo—“ No, you’ll wait to tell him in person. “Bye, talk to you later.”

“Bye.” He says lastly before the line ends with a final click and you're back to the bleak reality ahead of you.

Shortly after your call, spare clothes and a tray of food appears; two crisp sandwiches, an orange, and a juice box, which you bring to your lap with hastiness.

You feel as though you’ve forgotten something important, but you decide to put it past you, chowing down the meal despite the stirring in your gut never relenting.

You have too much to do, so you’ll continue to put your worries aside for the time being.

The rest of your day is spent doing more half-hearted meditation, and attempting to make conversation with the only other living being in the room, though it never responds.

“What are you?” You question the pale creature, but it seems as if it glances through you, unaware of your presence at all.

Luckily, your boredom subsides when the flip phone rings to life, and you briskly snatch it up at the second chime.

“Hey, how’re things going?” The voice on the other end asks casually, but with curiosity.

“Hey, T—“ You pause with your nails sinking repetitively into your thighs as you wrack your mind for answers.

T? Who were you talking to again?

“What’s wrong?”

“Your name. I can’t remember it, it’s on the tip of my tongue. T-t-t—“

Your lungs fight to keep up with the speed of your breaths, a violent pounding beats within your skull, blood swishing through your veins like grains of sand have replaced your cells.

“Tomura”, the voice says firmly, but without malice.

Tomura.

“It’s ok, I’ll tell you as many times until you remember”, Tomura reassures you, quietly.

How could you have forgotten?

“Tomura. Tomura, I’m so sorry”, you nearly fumble over your words, yet this panicked gathering of your thoughts is one you’re overly acquainted with.

And the realization is quick to strike; This has already happened before.

“It’s fine.” Tomura attempts to change the subject. “Tell me about your progress today—”

“I think I’ve got it”, you blurt upon gathering how you’ve failed to recall your conversation with him from earlier. “Now that I talk to you, I realize what may have happened in the past with the first person I used my quirk on. Any new memories relating to after their disappearance were short-term and quickly forgotten.” You briefly consider how Tomura’s name previously slipped from your mind. “Except now, I feel as though my quirk has evolved; I can’t create any new long term memories of the person that disappears, and the memories I lose have become more direct to the person who disappeared.” How long has it been since you’ve told Tomura of your past? “I don’t even remember the moment I first used my quirk anymore, the person has disappeared from my mind, but the anxiety lingers. I still feel the initial dread I felt when they were around, I just don’t know who’s causing it.”

You hear distant scraping of nails against skin. “So what I thought was initially a quirk that used memories as an energy source was always a calculated manipulation of a disappeared person’s existence—down to the circumstances needed to activate it. What do you feel right now?”

“What do you mean?” You feel as though the question is sudden.

“Maybe you still feel that dread of wanting someone to disappear but the fear was misplaced onto me.”

Your expression shifts with fascination. “It makes sense, but I could never see myself getting rid of you even if the feeling is misplaced. The feeling had to have been fleeting.”

“I know, but you have to consider the possibility. What else is there to go off of?”

You nod a bit to yourself. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

The call inevitably concludes after more banter about how you’d recreate the circumstances necessary for activating your quirk, and with Tomura’s suggestions still fresh on your mind, your duties as a test subject continue.

So, the night before he disappeared…how did you feel…

The cellphone chime breaks the silence.

You quickly press the phone to your ear. “Tomura—“

“Hey, is this a good time?” The voice this time is different, more shaky and uncertain.

“Yeah, you’re good. And this is…?” You hesitantly ask.

“Spinner.” Spinner?

“Oh, then, what’s up?”

“Listen, I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you at first”, he slowly begins. “You seem really important to Shigaraki, and I didn’t realize it at the time. I feel like a total asshole.”

“No-no, I get it”, you say in an attempt to comfort him. “I definitely wouldn’t have trusted me either. I looked like a complete mess at the time.”

He gives a small sigh of relief.

“Is Shigaraki important to you too?” You ask meekly, while idly twirling the hem of your clothing. “I mean—forget it, I feel like it’s pretty obvious since he’s the leader and all.”

“No, that's not the case for everybody, some don’t view him in the same light as you and I, but I guess you could say there’s still a mutual level of respect among all the members.”

“Oh, I see…” You briefly wonder about Dabi’s relationship with Tomura.

“Yeah, so let me know if you need anything. I may not be of much help, but there may be something I can do for you that no one else can do already.”

You smile. “Thanks, I’ll remember that. It was nice meeting you—err, again.”

“Yeah, you too. See you around.”

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

With each memory that fades, does a part of you fade with it?

It’s complicated, you think.

Experiences become instinct, as the actions you perform are the same, just without the memory being tied to them anymore.

The next day, you awake expecting a call from someone you’ve yet to remember.

You love them. Yes, you love them but does that love matter if you can’t recall the reasons the love has blossomed in the first place.

Your hands scramble for the phone as soon as it rings, but it doesn’t lift the weight off your chest like it used to.

“Hey, it’s me again”, the rasped voice says closely to the built-in microphone.

“I’m sorry, I know I should know this already, but, who is this?” You ask reluctantly. Each second of silence that passes is aching, but underneath the heaviness of your chest, you feel a sense of safety, as if the question is welcomed to be asked regardless.

It’s instinctual.

“I’m Tomura Shigaraki. The one with the blue hair, and red eyes…” he says patiently, then pauses. “The one you like.”

“Tomura…” Your heart is filled as the name passes through your lips. “Tomura, I’m so sorry. I—“

“It’s fine, remember. I’ll tell you as many times so that you’ll never forget me.”

“Right, thank you.” You hold back a sob, swiping the gathered tears that haven’t made it down your cheeks.

“Y’know Kurogiri advised me to leave you alone”, he continues, and his tone is more solemn. “He says it’s for my own sake, that speaking with you like this will only lead to more heartbreak, but I just can’t…I can’t leave you alone, and even if you forget me, I’d still remind you everyday and pretend as if you never forgot.”

“Tomura. I-I won’t forget this time, I promise.” Your words are shaky as your sniffles become more frequent.

“It’s fine”, he reassures you some more. “I’ll call you tomorrow just like always, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

The click of the line cutting is enough to release the tears you’ve held back since the beginning of the call, starting with slow drips then evolving into heavy streams and branching salt trails.

You cough muffled cries into your pillowcase until your brain throbs tightly from the tension behind your eyes, and your throat is thick with snot and drool.

Your insides hollow with each breath you take without him beside you.

How can you bear it any longer?

✦✦✦ ✦✦✦

It’s been days since you’ve lost recollection of the person you’ve been yearning to bring back. Your only sense of comfort comes from a silvery gray cap you hold to your chest tightly whenever your pillow can’t fulfill its role of a proper cuddling partner.

Every now and then you place it on your lap only to be entranced by the mesmerizing zigzag pattern of its stitches and thinning threads unraveling at its edges.

You think the stagnation of your training and the lack of stimuli has altered you enough to find such a frivolous object important to you.

Though…it doesn’t hurt to keep it around.

When you receive an envelope one morning, the husk of your memories is still set alight, with your delicate fingers brushing over the letters inside, and passion flowing through your veins at the familiarity of the handwriting of your lover.

The words read as such:

If you’re reading this letter, my calls weren’t enough to reach your heart, so I write to you instead.

You’ve forgotten me, but no matter what, I’ll never hold it against you, as we’re torn apart by things out of our control but I know it’ll work out in the end.

I’ve decided to exclude most details of my identity this time around.

Why? Because, I don’t think you’ll be needing it anymore, after all, I trust in the strength of your ability to overcome this short-lived obstacle.

I saw this potential in you from the beginning, and it won’t waver now that our fate is suddenly in your hands.

Though, I’m sorry if it seems as though you’re fighting alone. I wish to be by your side again, and I know you feel the same.

Forever yours,

Tomura.

Upon reading it, you feel different.

Tomura’s heartfelt message stirs a sense of longing within you, but more prominently, an unforeseen chill in your veins, your fear-stricken nerves are tangling about with blazing electricity coursing through them.

This dread is one you’ve long grown accustomed to, but is it right to feel it at this moment?

Speaking of, the night he disappeared, you felt the same way—you just hadn’t realized it yet.

Yes, you get it now…

You were so afraid of losing him that you beat the universe to it.

Now that he’s gone, the anxiety you feel now can’t be any more relieving than if he were to be present and capable of leaving you behind.

At least then he’d console you with more heartfelt words against your separation.

At least he’d be here.

Here.

Why can’t he be here?

An eye-watering pulse suddenly thumps against your brain, swift and sharp, you curl over and grip your knees as if it’ll distribute the pressure to the opposite end of your body and away from your head.

Beneath your skin is a glowing purple pool of fire, scorching the cells deep enough to your bones, while your nose drips crimson of the same heat.

Memories of Tomura surge through your synapses at the speed of light as you begin to vividly recall each minuscule detail of your shared moments; like the quirky way he eats his ohagi, and the jagged curl of his lips when he smiles.

When it all subsides, you’re left panting against the tile staring up into the featureless ceiling—but your lips can’t help turning upward with a pleasureful sigh passing through them.

You lurch to your bed once you’ve caught your breath, swiftly reaching for your phone and dialing at the bright green contact you were provided.

The buzzing before the call leaves you tossing and turning across your mattress in anticipation, but his answer never arrives.

Though, as you disappointedly ring his line once more, you’re interrupted by a tall swirl of dark violet parting before you to reveal pale blue wisps peeking through its opening and the lanky body that follows it outward.

Tomura.

You enthusiastically rise to your feet to meet his piercing eyes. “How did you know?” you question, brows raised and mouth parting with wonder.

He brings you tightly into his hold. “I don’t know, but it feels like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders”, he whispers into the crook of your neck, raising bumps on the delicate skin there while his hands stroke the sides of you tenderly, cupping your skin into his palms easily.

“It’s been a while”, you pull away to meet his gaze. “I haven’t forgotten how much I love you, and I never will”, you say sweetly with a small smile—one he mimics before going nose-to-nose to close the gap.

“Show me how much you’ve missed me.” His mouth brushes against yours teasingly at first, peppering kisses and small nibbles along the sides, then meshing completely to form a hot tunnel between you.

A faint taste of salt lingers on his tongue as it glides along the grooves of your teeth as if your mouth were molded for his entry all along.

The heat of his exhales becomes your main source of air, his presence gives you life.

You’re slotted on your mattress, beneath him as his body rocks into you with a dizzying but intoxicating strength, leaving you choked at the sudden change in position.

Even a slight fleck of his touch is overflowing, enough to last you a lifetime if he were to drop you this very moment and leave you begging.

But with his compassion, you’re overcome with greed—a simple press of skin has you waiting for more with bated breath.

“Touch me more, please”, you plead when you’ve grown tired of his toying, and the moment away from his lips feels like an eternity.

The curve of your spine follows each movement of his hands as he begins to strip you bare. His clothes follow suit, and your lips are drawn to his collarbone, placing fleeting pecks along the scarred flesh then suckling harsh enough to leave bruises.

His taste is addicting despite being faint enough to miss. The stimulating feel of his skin against your tongue will be imprinted in your mind for as long as you live.

He pulls away to leave a trail of kisses along the side of your cheek. “I need to feel you”, he moans breathily into the cusp of your ear, then sinks his teeth into the fleshy lobe, lathering your skin with warm spit which cools with each fan of breaths.

His deft fingers start to pry your sex, already slick from his earlier affections and pulsing with a desire to be filled. He swipes between your folds before circling the pad of his thumb around your twitching clit as it begins to pebble and harden from his calculated ministrations.

His eyes never leave yours as he takes in each of your expressions, watching with an intensity that sends arousal directly to your core and has you gasping and squirming beneath him.

“Wanna feel you inside of me”, you whine, desperate from being wound up by his hands.

He removes his fingers momentarily to slurp on your juices, obscenely taking them into his mouth then catching the stray dribbles with his tongue, all the while continuing to stare at you more intensely.

He then uses your combined fluids to further lubricate the glistening, pink tip of his cock, before he slowly prods the first ring of your opening.

The stretch when he bottoms out has you clamping around it instantly as the girth and shape rubs against your most sensitive spots, prickling the areas with mouth-watering precision and pumping the spasming vessels aflame.

His thrusts are slow and deep, ensuring each divot of your insides is given attention, and is repeatedly stroked until your pelvis subconsciously wreaths to match his movements.

As you bring his panting mouth back to your lips, you cup your hands to his cheeks before embedding them in the waves of his hair, and tugging slightly as his assault sends sharp tingles throughout your nerves.

Your kisses are slick of drool, with your blissful haze denying your mind of any remaining coherence. You thoughtlessly engulf his lips as if his breath were what you needed to live.

You part for air with a hint of reluctance. “I’m close”, you cry out to the best of your ability, unable to resist the growing tightness in your gut.

“Cum for me”, he coos into you while harshly returning a finger to your neglected nub.

“Cum around my cock, and I’ll give you the world”, he continues, and you’re sent hurtling toward the peak of your climax, thighs constricting around his hips and heels pressing firmly into his lower back.

Avid declarations of love pour from between your teeth as your eyes water from his unrelenting thrusts into your overstimulated sex.

He groans softly while your walls still convulse around his length, pulling ropes and ropes of cum from the throbbing head until it drips along the sides of your hole, down your folds.

He collapses beside you, sweat-damped cheeks pressing against your glistening forehead before he pulls his lips to yours in a final searing kiss.

“Be sure to remember this”, he murmurs lastly into you.

You’ll never let him disappear again.

[his-lune]

☾ shigaraki tomura masterlist ☽

-`♡´- key -`♡´-

angst (a) ;; fluff (f) ;; smut (s) ;; crack (c)

☾. one shots

ᯓ★ coming soon...

☾. series

ᯓ★ coming soon...

[uwtloml]

Ok so what if we accidentally send the mha boys nudes

- 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴!

𝘧𝘵. 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘦𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢

a/n i hope i added all the characters u wanted 🤍

[metranart]

— HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAY WHEN IN BED WITH YOU

-----------HEADCANONS-----------

HAWKS

“Oh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.” 

“You're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.”

“I know I’m a mess-… what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?” 

“Lay back and let me do all the work. I’ve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.”

“Hey, don’t shy away from me. C’mere-”

“You’re so fuckin’ soft. Shiiit…”

“Hey—no teasing the feathers.”

“I n-need to-... I just-…-I’m going to start moving now.”

“Arms around my neck and legs around my hips— ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I don’t want you falling on me, at least, not literally.”

“What a good mate, you respond to me so well."

“I’m so fuckin’ deep, my pretty girl-”

“Fuck—I can’t... I’m not gonna last-”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.”

“God I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after I’ve knocked you up.”

“We're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.”

“Tell me you love me-… tell me again.”

“I do get ahead of myself often, but I can’t help it. I just know we belong together-” 

“What do you say we try for a baby this time?”

"You’d be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...”

“Touch yourself, c’mon. Let me see how you play the right notes.”

“You're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.”

“Let me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.”

“No one’s gonna hear if I put my hand here… no biting, hun.”

“I’ll make it quick, darling... just—let me… let me go again.”

“Need a hand or a finger?”

“Just wait, baby... Fuuuuck—give me a damn minute.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Arch your back, there you go, such a good girl.”

“Fuck, even after cumming you aren’t ready to accommodate my size. Don’t worry, baby,” he kisses your creased forehead, “—then just the tip this time.”

“Shit, I can’t help it—” you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. “I just like you so damn much!” He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper. 

“Just bear with me, I swear I’ll eat you for hours after…. Please, pretty, pleaseeeee…” He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans. 

“No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ain’t I, beautiful?” 

“C’mon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter… my cock’s rubbing those hard-to-reach places…. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.”

“I’m painfully close-…. Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet…”

 “Is this your sweet spot I’m bullying?” 

“Each thrust is inching you closer… should I slow down or go faster?”

“Deeper? Okey-… just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.” 

“Give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“Try to keep your eyes open, I know it’s hard…b-but try for me beautiful.”

“Go ahead and sleep, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

DABI

“What’d I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?”

“I’ve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?”

“Open your legs, not gonna say it again.”

“Doesn’t hurt, its already scarred skin.”

“If I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get it— I’ve already told ya, it doesn’t hurt anymore-”

“Bury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.”

“Stop pushing me away. You’re gonna take it all, don’t make me shove it down your throat.”

“You love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.”

“Nuh-uh, you haven’t cum yet.”

“I said ass up.”

“You want it so bad? beg.”

“Take them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Don’t try me.”

“Harder,” he mutters, not a minute after you started. “Harder,” he demands again.

“Could you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.”

“Can barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.”

“Fuck,” he bit out. “Yes, fuck…. Just like that.”

“Come on pretty girl. Ride me till you’re numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.”

“Move my hands again and see what happens-”

“Fuck—” 

“Sorry, baby-… I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.”

“Sit on it.”

“Worried it won’t fit? We always make it work just fine—”

“I don’t have condoms, they’re annoying.” He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience. 

“Don’t move—Just gimme a minute… F-Fuck…”

“You fuckin’ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spot— …” He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.

“Did you do that on purpose, princess? ‘cause now we are doing it every time.” 

“Fuck that. Don’t know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.”

“Stop it, no more whining—I’ll do my best to be…. gentler.” 

“Really? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.”

“Ridiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.” 

“Fuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.”

“Should I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.”

“Unless you were playing with yourself before I got here, I’m guessing this is because of my pretty face?”

“Over my knee, now.”

“Sure, I love ya— but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckin’ spread them for me.”

“Want me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-”

“One’s never enough, I know my princess’s pussy and its begging for another.”

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)

“Do you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?”

“You can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve waited so long for this...”

“That’s it... slow and easy—” 

“How much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?”

“You ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? —don’t shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.”

“Take it off before I tear it off.”

“Baby... please...I hate to beg-”

“Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”

“What a naughty little girl I have just to myself.”

“Ugh, so hot and wet.” 

“I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”

“I’d hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.”

“It’s so warm...”

“Who do you belong to?” 

 “Whose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.”

“God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like it’s hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

“As you wish, princess.”

“You gonna cum?” 

“Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

“Fucking take it... take every drop...” 

“Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”

“I said spread those fuckin’ folds.”

“So wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. It’s like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.”

“Aren’t you a sight. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”

“That’s right, darlin’. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”

“Oh, did you think we were finished?”

“Did I stutter or somethin’?”

“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you.”

“Don’t move—Just a sec… F-Fuck…”

“No, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.”

“Shit, darling, don’t-” 

“God, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...”

“You feel so wonderful, I might go crazy—"

“More... please, more...”

“Fuck, I’m stretching you so good.”

“God, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I can’t stand it.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You’re my precious BABY, now and forever."

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

SHIGARAKI

“It isn’t even a ‘might’. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.”

“Keep looking into my eyes, don’t you fuckin’ look away…”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He coos in a demeaning tone. “I’ll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.”

“I can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, I’m player one!”

“I know, I’m keeping track of my digits, don’t worry your pretty head.”

“You are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.”

“I can’t- I’m dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Don’t move, I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“My pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabric’s straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammit” Shigaraki’s practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. “Can we go now? Like right NOW?!”

“MY girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.”

“You want him dead. You got it.” Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. “—Of course, I will. You are my everything.”

“It hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.”

“Fuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuck…!”

“Please fuck me.”

“H-hey, I know a fun game we can play together… It’s called ‘how many times can I make you cum all over my cock?’” 

“One point, five points, ten points—Cumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?”

“Now... care if I use my mouth on you?”

“Just be good for me, and I’ll take very, very good care of you.”

"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?" 

“Just looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.”

"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cock—ngh!”

"S-Shit,"

"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful." 

"What? Fainting on me already?"

"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."

“Just fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!”

“Have it your way then.”

"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! I’m gonna die—"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy… take your pick-”

"Are you close, sweetie?" 

“My feisty little girl. Aren’t you just adorable?”

"Good girl. Give me a minute and I’ll clean up that mess you made." 

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that you’re mine.”

“I just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didn’t want to... you know, waste the moment.”

“Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.” 

“You don’t have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.”

“Go on, get on your knees.”

“Ngh, that’s it, keep going...”

“You look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.” 

“I want you all to myself.”

“H-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKIN’ MINE!!”

I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)

[orochiposting]

“I can fix him dw” [drill sounds] {screaming} [chainsaw revving]

[agendercrisisx]

Shigaraki always had a hard time trusting, and when you took everything in his time. He almost cried. You cared so much about him, and it was such an estrange feeling. It didn't take long for him to trust you with every fiber of his being, and you trusted him more than anyone else.

He wanted to touch you, but he was so scared of hurting you. Or making, you, the only good thing in his life disappear.

When you found out that your quirk canceled out Shigaraki's, you were both over the moon. He could finally touch you to his heart's desire.

He spent every day, every hour, every minute, every second touching you. Always having some kind of hold of you, even if it was just the touch of your pinkie against his. It quickly evolved to him always having something in you. A finger, his tongue or his cock. He needed you all the fucking time.

Even in meetings, you would be sitting in his lap, his cock buried deep in you, with others in the room. If any of them looked at you or had a reaction to the sweet noises you made. Shigaraki would have them removed from the face of the earth in minutes. But he couldn't stop, you felt so fucking good, you made him feel so damn amazing. He loved you so fucking much. And the only way he could truly show you, was by fucking you until your brain turned off and the only thing you could think about was him.

[justanotherfangirlwup]

Well, he tried.

[dead-boys-club]

wait.

buying those little mini pencils and cutting them down so pocket sized izuku can take 'notes' when you guys watch things together.

pocket sized katsuki nearly falling off your desk or table trying to train his quirk, having trouble with adjusting the power because he's smol.

pocket sized shinsou hanging from things-- i imagine he would have like.. a little swing from things, just swaying lazily while you're busy.

pocket sized kirishima who likes to sit and play with the music on your phone while you work out, declaring he knows the best songs to get you pumped up.

pocket sized uraraka who tugs on your sleeve and you tie a little piece of ribbon around her waist so she can activate her quirk and float around like a mini balloon - aka - fly.

pocket sized toya who insists that he is your personal lighter and has to light candles and stuff for you. and got really upset with himself when he accidentally burned your finger.

pocket sized tomura who gets teary eyed after you spent hours stabbing yourself and cursing trying to sew him itty bitty gloves.

giving pocket sized hawks little pieces of fried chicken because he's going to stare at you until you do. or giving him pieces of puffcorn. 'you could just give me nor--' 'no, it's harder to chew. eat your puffcorn.'

pocket sized himiko that's like having a pet lizard and likes to bite your fingers and not let go. she's ends up a giggling mess when you do that hand shake, wiggle thing.

[leychin]

SWEET

This is my copium. Bite me.

Its just ice cream.

Shigaraki looks at you like a wet kitten. He isn't sure why he's acting like this is the strangest thing to ever happen to him. You offered him a bite of your ice cream that you happily scarfed down laying in his lap while he idly farmed away in Breath of the Wild.

He looks at the spoon, then at you. When you offer him a puzzled expression and ask if he doesnt like the flavor he doesn't exactly know what to say. Does he like the flavor? Is he expecting you to share spoons? Why do you eat ice cream with a big spoon? The small spoon is superior...

"I've never had ice cream before." he realizes he's speaking now. He wasn't supposed to say that out loud, it was supposed to be a quiet realization to himself that he had never had something like that before.

You make a face at that, and he knows its not a good face. You're upset with him? He's still not good at understanding your feelings and all of the faces you make, but he's trying. Even so, he can't understand what he's done to make you upset with him. But as if reading his mind, you simply say "thats so sad... I hate your sensei."

Oh. You aren't upset with him. You're upset because master never let him indulge in sweet treats. He wants to argue that he's never deserved them before, but recently you've been making him feel like he's worth it, and like he's not a dangerous return investment. You make him feel wanted, and as if hes the only one in the world worthy of your gaze, and you make him question everything he's ever known.

So cautiously, he opens his mouth and takes a small bite from your spoon. It tastes like... orange and vanilla... Its so cold. But the smile you give him when you see him eat it makes him feel so warm he doesn't even realize hes opening his mouth for you to give him another spoonful, and another after that.

Shigaraki gets his first brainfreeze after trying to eat the whole pint in one go. Your laugh makes it all worth it though, and he realizes he loves orange and vanilla. He realizes he loves this moment with you, its soft and quiet. The only sounds being satisfied hums and background music from Breath of the Wild. Its a domesticity he hasn't ever had in his life and he never wants to let it go, he wants to feel this peace with you again and again. He wants to taste all the ice cream and all the sweet treats he was never able to indulge in before.

But for now, he simply kisses your cold, soft lips. Because you're still sweeter than anything Sensei could've possibly tried to keep from him.

[zapreportsblog]

↱ comfort in the darkness ↰

➘ summary : Shigaraki is thankful for his adoptive sister, especially since she keeps the nightmares away

➘ Tomura Shigaraki x reader, league of villains x reader

The League of Villains' hideout was shrouded in darkness as the night enveloped them. Tomura Shigaraki, the enigmatic and tormented leader, often found himself trapped in the clutches of his own haunting past. Nightmares from his childhood, memories of pain and loss, clawed at the edges of his consciousness, threatening to consume him.

Amidst the chaos and the sinister plans that churned within the League's world, there was one source of solace for Tomura—an unexpected one. His adopted sister, (Y/N), carried an air of calmness that he found inexplicably soothing. Her presence had a way of grounding him, of keeping the darkness at bay.

As Tomura lay in his bed, his mind plagued by the echoes of his past, a soft knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts. The door creaked open, and (Y/N) stepped into the room, her presence a small but comforting light in the shadows.

"Tomura, are you awake?" she asked softly.

Tomura nodded, unable to voice the swirling turmoil within him. (Y/N) approached his bed, her movements gentle as she sat down beside him. Without a word, she extended her arms, inviting him to lean against her.

Tomura hesitated for a moment, his guard always high, even around those he cared for. But the pull of (Y/N)'s presence was undeniable. He shifted closer, resting his head against her shoulder, his eyes closed as he breathed in her familiar scent.

As (Y/N)'s arms enveloped him in a warm embrace, a sense of tranquility washed over Tomura. The nightmares that had tormented him seemed to retreat, as if pushed back by the simple act of human connection.

"You can rest, Tomura," (Y/N) whispered, her voice a gentle murmur in the darkness.

He nodded, his tense muscles slowly relaxing as he allowed himself to lean into the comfort (Y/N) provided. It was an intimacy he rarely experienced, a vulnerability he had seldom allowed himself to indulge in.

With (Y/N) by his side, Tomura drifted into a restless sleep. His dreams were no longer haunted by the demons of his past, replaced instead by a sense of safety and the fleeting warmth of a connection he had desperately needed.

The night passed in silence, (Y/N)'s presence a steadfast anchor for Tomura. And as the first light of dawn painted the sky, he woke to find (Y/N) still beside him, her steady breathing a testament to the peacefulness she had brought to his restless soul.

"Thank you," Tomura murmured, his voice tinged with a vulnerability that was rare for him.

(Y/N) smiled gently, her fingers brushing against his hair. "Anytime, Tomura. I'm here for you."

In that moment, amidst the darkness and the complexities of their lives, Tomura and (Y/N) found a quiet refuge in each other's arms—a refuge that offered a respite from the nightmares that plagued them both, a refuge that held the promise of healing in the midst of their shared chaos.

As the days turned into weeks, the bond between Tomura and (Y/N) deepened. Their connection grew stronger, fueled by the unspoken understanding they shared. (Y/N) continued to offer Tomura a source of solace, a safe haven from the tumultuous world they inhabited.

Late one evening, as the League of Villains' hideout buzzed with activity, Tomura found himself retreating to his room once again. The weight of their plans and the chaos of their lives bore down on him, threatening to engulf him in a sea of darkness. But he knew that there was one person who could provide him with the comfort he so desperately needed.

With a soft knock, (Y/N) entered his room, her eyes meeting his with a sense of familiarity. Tomura didn't hesitate this time. He extended his arms, silently inviting her to join him on the bed. (Y/N) smiled and settled beside him, her arms wrapping around him as he leaned into her embrace.

"Tell me about something positive, (Y/N)," Tomura murmured, his voice a rare vulnerability.

(Y/N) hummed softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his back. "Remember the time we found that stray cat near the hideout? It was a rainy day, and the poor thing was shivering. We took it in, dried it off, and it ended up becoming our unofficial mascot."

Tomura's lips twitched into a small smile, his tension slowly easing as he listened to (Y/N)'s soothing voice. Her stories, her presence, they had a way of grounding him in a reality that wasn't tainted by the shadows of his past.

As (Y/N) continued to share anecdotes and tales of their shared moments, Tomura found himself transported to a world where innocence and happiness still existed. The nightmares that once tormented him felt distant, replaced by the warmth of (Y/N)'s embrace and the sound of her laughter.

"You have a way of making even the darkest moments seem a little brighter," Tomura admitted, his voice tinged with gratitude.

(Y/N) tightened her embrace, her chin resting on top of his head. "You're not alone in this, Tomura. We face the darkness together."

Tomura closed his eyes, his breathing steady as he absorbed the comfort that (Y/N) provided. With her by his side, the walls he had built around himself seemed to crumble just a little. Her presence was a reminder that he wasn't defined solely by his past or his role as a villain, but by the connections he formed and the potential for change within him.

As the night deepened, (Y/N) and Tomura remained wrapped in each other's arms, finding a sense of solace and hope in the midst of their shared vulnerability. In that moment, their bond transcended the chaos that surrounded them, offering a glimpse of the healing power that existed within their connection—a connection that held the promise of transformation and redemption, even for someone as tormented as Tomura Shigaraki.

[queer-obsession]

You sip your coffee as you watch your teenage son come downstairs the stairs in the most lazy and lethargic way possible. He's more like his father besides looking exactly like him. "Good morning," You greet with a smirk as he comes over and collapses onto a chair at the dinning table while you lean back on the counter.

Your son looks over at you and glares before laying his head on the table. "I'm dropping out of school," He mutters dramatically causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yeah and I'm becoming the next Empress," You reply with a snort as you sit down across from him. "Eat something."

"Make me something!"

"I'm not your slave."

Your son groans and refuses to get up. "I'm totally your least favorite," He mutters.

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. "You're my only child," You remind him with a chuckle as you sip your coffee.

"You still like your fantasy child better than me!" He says dramatically with a whine causing you to roll your eyes.

"Don't be silly. In my fantasy I have no children," You reply with a smirk causing him to glare at you. If your son did get one thing from you, it's your dramatics.

"Whatever, Dad is my favorite," Your son mutters with a huff as he finally sits up. He stands up and heads to the fridge to find some food.

You pause in sipping your coffee and look over at him as he sifts through the fridge. "Your father is your favorite? He's boring!" You reply in disbelief as you scoff.

Your son nods. "Yeah, that's why he's my favorite. He doesn't expect me to, like, do things or go places. He just lets me chill and play Persona," He says casually as he pulls out a bagel before pulling it apart and popping it in the toaster. "You want me to join a different club."

You huff. "Because your club only has four people and all you do is play Kahoot! It's like you're trying to be Yuji Itadori! Clubs are supposed to be ways to make friends! Even your amazing father was in a team club!" You reply as you cross your arms. You narrow your eyes at your son as he simply yawns and pulls out his phone.

Your son shrugs. "See? You proved my point. Dad's better," He says casually as his bagels finally pop up. He puts his phone back in his sweatpants pocket before pulling the bagels out and immediately eating it.

You glower at your son just as your husband comes walking into the kitchen with a yawn. You quickly turn your glare to him and he pauses as he rubs his bed head. "What?" Your husband mutters.

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KENMA, Suna, Todoroki, Shikamaru, Shigaraki, KAMINARI, Conny. Comment anyone else you think <3

[deadhands69]

Tomura Shigaraki helps after you get hit with a sex quirk

MDNI

Shigaraki x gn/afab reader

This is pt 2, here's pt 1

Warnings/content/etc: unestablished relationship, swearing, implied virgin Shiggy (but not a total loser in this srry), fingering, brief oral (male receiving), missionary.

Before you know it, you’re back at the league headquarters. Shigaraki continues to keep you semi-upright, getting you into the building. Passing through the bar, Kirogiri asks if you need medical assistance. Shigaraki immediately yells “No Giri, it’s fine. I’ve got it” while you try not to laugh. With continued help, you make your way through the hall and into his bedroom. He leads you to his bed and you do your best to ignore him kicking a bag of trash under the desk. 

He sits on the bed beside you, reaching under his pillow. Pulling out drawing gloves, he slides his pinkies into each of them before securing the wrists. 

“Not the sexiest but it’s so if I accidentally touch you I don’t-”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” you reply smiling, genuinely glad for his concern. 

He turns to you, holding his hands awkwardly in front of him “okay um..” He glances around.

“So how do you…” he trailed off.

“Have sex?” “Ughh. I know what sex is y/n, I’m not an idiot.” He shifts uncomfortably before itching the skin under his jaw.

As you expected: he doesn’t seem to have any experience in this. You can’t really judge him for it, it’s not like you’re getting laid nonstop yourself. Plus, he’s willing to help when no one else is, he’s attractive, and his cluelessness is kind of endearing. On the other hand, his insecurities can make him irritable but maybe it won’t be too bad.

“No, how do you want to start? I have an idea of what people would usually do but I also know this is just supposed to be a means to an end.” He stares down at his hands, chewing the skin of his bottom lip. 

Was this just a means to an end for him? You initially thought he was just being nice and didn’t care about sex. But he seems to somewhat care and under his usual confidence he looks a little sad about (what you would assume to be) his first time being with someone using him to avoid slipping into insanity. You’d probably find that a little depressing too. What is he looking for in this? Realizing that you’ve been staring at him too long, you decide to just ask.

“So, my brain is foggy. But if I’m understanding this: you’re asking about comfort levels? What are you comfortable with?”

“You can do anything to me.” he responds shamelessly and a little too fast. 

“Okay. Noted.” Wanting to not lose time, you move yourself closer to him. 

Opting to place a hand on his shoulder, making some connection between the two of you. This works for you: verbal conversation becoming more difficult to keep track of as your body pulls you towards him. The way he is looking at you while biting his bottom lip makes it nearly impossible to think of anything else. On top of that, you are in Tomura Shigaraki’s bed.

You are really in Tomura Shigaraki’s bed. 

Holy shit.

He doesn’t seem to hate the small touch between you so you move even closer. Bringing your left hand up to his cheek, you lightly brush a few clumps of hair from his face.

You lean-in, gravitating towards his mouth.

It’s terrifying, even if he said he’s okay with what you want to do, you’ve still never seen him indicate much interest in physical touch prior to this.

Moving closer.

You hope he actually meant it.

A little closer.

You also hope ‘anything’ includes kissing.

Pressing tentatively, your lips connect with his. You feel him stiffen slightly before rubbing his lips into yours. The soft ridges of his scars lightly dancing over your skin. Slowly, you continue to kiss him - struggling to hold back but afraid to move too fast. He pulls back.

“Uhm” glancing down “is it okay if I touch you with my hands?”

He looks into your eyes and you wonder if he’s touched anyone with his hands (in this way, at least. You’ve definitely seen him touch people with his hands.)

“Yeah”

“..you’re sure?” he double checks looking confused at your first answer.

“I know what I said yes to” you smile and move your own hand into his.

“Okay, cool” he smiles and turns fully towards you. When was the last time you saw him smile? Your heartbeat quickens, deepening the ache in your gut making you groan. 

“Hey, uhm” awkward start but you continue “this pace is nice and all but I..”

His eyes widen in understanding. “Oh. Yeah, got it!” In a surge of confidence you’re used to seeing when he takes charge of a mission, he presses you back onto his bed. Climbing on top of you, he brings his lips back to yours - fumbling slightly. 

Where was that a minute ago? 

The kiss deepens. Parting your lips, you’re met with a mouthful of his tongue. Inexperienced, but his confidence is still hot. You guide him, sliding your tongue gracefully around his.

Being close to him isn't so bad. Like usual, he's confident yet hesitant. Not overly praising but at least not rude to you. Despite his messy style, he smells okay too. Kind of like wet leaves in fall. 

Reaching your hands down, you grab the bottom of his hoodie and pull it off, taking his shirt with it. He motions to do the same. You lean forward, allowing him to slide yours over your head. Your shirt gets stuck so you help and pull it the rest of the way off your arms. Happy you didn’t wear a bra, that’s something he can figure out another day.

He gasps slightly. Oh yeah, boobs. 

Pausing, he looks up “and you’re sure it’s okay if I touch you everywhere?”

“Definitely, I want to feel your hands on me.” 

It’s clear by now, his confidence doesn’t extend to his hands in this situation. Reaching for his gloved fingers, you place yours over his and pull them down to your hips. The feeling of his skin on yours sends light tingles through your body, quickening your breathing. Adding more pressure, you drag his hands up your stomach, over your ribs, and onto your chest. You slide your hands up his arms, feeling every scar along the way. He takes a moment to adjust before grabbing handfuls, grazing your nipple making you moan and lean into his touch. 

Seeing him shirtless in front of you, he’s a lot more ripped than you thought he’d be. His skin looks soft with scratches and scars here and there adding texture. You wish he’d lean forward more, you really need to touch him.

He haphazardly rolls your nipples between his fingers, lightly before pinching harder. He brings his head down to rest on your chest briefly before replacing his left hand with his mouth. First licking, then alternating between sucking and biting. He swirls his tongue around you, making you gasp. He notices and does this more between quick bites and kisses. 

Fast learner.

You exhale loudly, pulling him closer to you. Dragging your hands up his back, you grip the muscles over his shoulder blades. With your legs wrapping around his back, you pull him closer again. He moans and you feel him hard against you. You continue pressing him into your hips and letting him go to grind him back into you. Your breath quickening with his. The heat you felt all night becomes unbearable. With a low moan, you pull your shorts down your thighs. He sits up, pulling them off for you before removing his own pants.

Through his tight boxer briefs you can see the outline of him, tip peeking out the top of the elastic. It’s…definitely not small. Holy shit.

Your head spins slightly and you realize you've been staring for too long. 

“Everything okay?” he asks. “Yeah. Everything's great.” you say, pulling him back to your side.

He kisses you for a moment before rubbing his hand over your panties, three fingers pressing down with his pinky instinctively pulled back. Getting carried away, you reach for his bulge, sliding your hand firmly over him. 

“Wait.” he groans, moving your hand to his hip “in a bit, it's uh too distracting.”

He resumes moving his hands, sliding his hand under the fabric. You feel his middle finger slide down your slit then press hard back up, rubbing over your clit, making you moan loudly in his ear. He repeats this for a while before slipping back down and pressing his finger in. His finger quells the empty feeling you'd had all night. It feels amazing. You bite his shoulder, breathing hard into him. He begins sliding his middle finger in and out while his thumb comes up to press into your clit. The heat continues to build.

His movements start a bit sloppy, but he has the right idea. He's done his research, he's just unpracticed. Now he’s playing you like a new video game. 

“Is this okay?” he asks. 

“Y-yeah” you half scream in his ear. 

The corner of his mouth raises slightly and he adds another finger before picking up the tempo. You feel the pressure aching in your gut release, sending shock waves of pleasure all the way to your toes. 

“Shig-” he presses his free hand over your lips. 

“Tom-ura.” he corrects you between breaths. 

You grip him harder, fingernails adding more scratches down his back. Burying your face in his neck you ride the waves pulsing through your body. 

“Fuck” he moans into your ear “always wanted to do this.” His heavy lidded eyes watch yours as you moan and press into his hand. 

When your orgasm begins to lull, you feel him slip out and you begin to catch your breath. You weren't back to normal yet, but you could feel your quirk again which is progress. 

“Huh” he brings his hand closer to his face, inspecting his cum covered fingers. “That’s a fun reward.” He smiles at what his typically destructive hands created before licking his fingers. 

You laugh and he brings his attention back to you. 

Wanting to return the favor, you shimmy further down the bed and free him from his boxers. You drag your lips over the leaking tip while your hands work their way down his shaft, both your hands and mouth fitting easily over him at the same time. 

“This is - amazing” he breathes, “but I think we should - you still need to - if - if you're ready.” He breaks off pulling himself back slightly to catch his breath. 

Oh. Yeah. Right. 

You remind yourself why you're in this situation in the first place. A “means to an end” as he put it.

You pause for a moment, taking in the surprise of him putting your well being ahead of his pleasure. This shouldn't have come as too much of a shock, he's always put you and the other league members first. You just didn't expect it in this context. 

You make a mental note to give him a blow job as a thank you later, if he's okay with you touching him after this. Maybe he is just helping you but you still want to make it somewhat nice for him, he deserves that at least. 

He presses his thumb inside your mouth, guiding you back down to the bed. You bite him lightly, making his eyes light up before he pulls back. 

Tipping your hips up, you slide your now drenched underwear off, tossing them on the floor where he just threw his. You press back into the mattress before he moves over you and drops his elbow next to your shoulder. 

Bringing his hips back, he lines himself up. In spite of how over-aroused you feel, you're still a bit nervous. 

“you ready?” he asks. 

“yeah” you smile, “you?”

“definitely.”

He bumps his tip into you, missing a few times before pulling himself up to your clit and pressing himself between your lips to slide down and in. His hips thrust forward, a little too fast for his size. 

“eek” you squeak, scrunching your face slightly. 

He freezes for a moment. 

“Fuck. Uh…” he pulls back a bit, giving you time to adjust. 

“just stay here for a second” you whisper in his ear, bringing your hands to his hips to keep him there. 

You catch your breath and the burning stretch begins to feel more like a tickle. You slide your hands up his waist, feeling every muscle and scar on the way up. Bringing them around his back, you nod at him to continue. 

His scarlet eyes watch you carefully for any signs of pain as he slowly pulls away and presses back in again. This continues a bit before he begins picking up speed and settling into a more consistent rhythm. You pull his hair from between your faces. Concentrating, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. Wishing you could keep staring at him forever, you also want to feel him closer. You kiss the birthmark on his jaw before moving his mouth to yours. 

He picks up the pace, bringing your breath to the top of your lungs. Your walls squeeze around him, sucking him further into you. You moan into his mouth while he moans back at you, continuing messy kisses. 

You pull your legs up and wrap them around his back as tight as you can, bringing him as close to you as possible. He takes the hint and slides his hands under your ass, grabbing and pressing you up to him. He's so deep you can feel him throbbing into your cervix, sending pulses of heat into you with every movement. 

The pressure aching in your gut rises to an all time high then drops suddenly, your satisfaction shooting through your body as you grip his hair with one hand and back with the other. 

“Tomura” your scream comes out louder than expected, but you don't care if anyone can hear. 

You feel yourself flutter around him. Every pulse drawing you tighter and subsequently, making you feel more full. 

He's not far behind, breath catching in his throat before he presses in deeper, his sensitive tip gushing to fill you with cum as you quiver around him. “Oh fuck, y/n” he exhales into your neck before relaxing into you. 

He rolls off and doesn't immediately kick you out which you take as a good sign. He sees the fact that you haven't run out the door as an okay to put an arm around you. Laying your head on his chest, you let out a massive sigh of relief. The dizziness and ache have passed, leaving you feeling more calm than you have in a long time. You decide to stay here for a while, waiting for the inevitable moment he asks you to leave but instead, he brings you closer. He wants to enjoy being able to touch someone for as long as possible. His breathing slowing with yours. 

“I honestly thought there was a chance you'd pick a psych ward over me, y/n. You didn't really seem like the type to care about sex.” He continues in a less serious voice “I guess it’s good to know, with overwhelming horniness, the threat of insanity, and after I saved your ass, even I can be fuckable to you.”

“Are you kidding?” you laugh, “you’re always fuckable to me.”

Tomura takes a moment to process what he's just heard. Then he smiles and looks into your eyes “wanna go again?”

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[kisasan]

Shigaraki after seeing all of Izuku's memories with kacchan:

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

Shigaraki bf texts

[iisasxia]

would you ever think about writing for shigaraki? Or one of the villains? I love the heroes but there's just something about this skinny man when he's half naked that makes me FERAL.

Yes I do !! Ironically my favorite mha villain IS Shigaraki, he is soooooo fine. Especially in the episode where they break him out of the glass tube and he was in that black suit. I had to rewind 🤭

So so happy to write for this man, thank you bby for the ask 💗

- author

Tomura never wears a shirt. It’s so common and normal to see him walking around in sweats, a pair of headphones wrapped around his neck, and those stupid fuzzy sandals Dabi got him one year for Christmas. (He burned his other shoes so he has to wear them)

It was an unusual hot day and everyone was melting, you were sprawled out on the couch, phone in hand while groaning at the thought of even moving a finger. You were wearing small jean shorts, a tank top and your hair was up out of your face. You were scrolling on tik tok before getting a notification..

[Tomu]: hey

[Tomu]: bring me a water

[Tomu]: please.

You groaned before getting up off the couch to bring him a drink from the fridge, he had been in his room for hours on end. I mean to be fair it did have the best air conditioning but nothing to as stopping him from getting it himself. You opened the fridge and grabbed the water, it was freezing. You looked around before opening it and taking a small sip, it’s not like he’d notice anyways, and plus you’re doing him the favor of bringing it to him.

You close it tight before exhaling in sudden relief at the cold sensation spreading throughout your body. You stretched your arms above your head, now revealing your pelvic bone before reaching for the drink and heading to his room.

You knock on the door.

“Im coming in.” It was good to give warnings , one time you walked in on him changing and weren’t able to look him in the eye for about a week. He didn’t mind whether you knocked or not, it’s not like he had anything to hide.

You open the door and to no surprise he’s sitting and rotting away in his gaming chair. The room was cold though, it was so nice.

You take in his messy figure, his toned arms flexing as he pressed the buttons on the controller, his jawline and side profile looked amazing from this angle, and his-

“Thanks.”

The response broke you out of your daze as you let go of the water bottle after having placed it on his desk.

“Yeah no problem” and you look at a poster on the wall that you could have sworn to of recognized when you went out to the mall last week.

What you didn’t notice was him taking in your figure. Since it was hot you wore a tank top with nothing to cover underneath.. and since his room was cold, it prominently revealed your nipples to his field of his vision. Now he was fully looking at you. Your little shorts, the slight sweat between your thighs, how your shirt is slightly rising up, the sweat dripping from your jawline and how your hair is a bit messy but cute.

You look back at him and he’s just playing the game.

“Did you need anything else ?” you place your hand on your hip as you talk to him.

He shook his head.

“Okay well I’ll be out there if you need me.” And with that you turn away and head to the door, until a sudden tug against your belt loop on your shorts pulls you back.

“Tomura ??” You turn to look at him with furrowed eyebrows only for them to sprint up when you realize what he was going to say.

“Did you take a sip of the water ?”

his voice was low, it didn’t indicate that he was mad, just curious.

You hesitated for a moment before nodding your head..

But before you could explain his tall figure was now hovering over you. Your back pressed against his desk and his hands on both sides. On any other day he would’ve let you walk away with it but he was in a bad mood, especially with this heat.

“Tomura-?“

his hand on your hip tugging you close to him was enough to make your knees weak, this was a different side of him, and the dirty smirk on his face was only making the heat between your legs grow.

—

“Since you wanna take a sip of my drink I might as well give you a real reason to be hot.”