#tomura baby i’m so sorry

[takamiwife]

Needy shigaraki or keigo dry humping users thigh? :)

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BOTH!!!! BOTH IS GOOD!!!

we r doing both.

💌this is nsfw. mdni!!💌

cw for keigo’s: includes somnophilia (previously discussed consent mentioned)

after another long night, keigo could barely stand as he crept through your balcony window, immediately kicking his shoes off and stripping himself of his clothes, hitting the floor with a soft thud. left just in his boxers, he crawled into your shared bed, under the warm covers, and you shifted slightly, wiping your eyes.

“kei?” you asked in an adorable sleepy voice

“hey, baby, another late night..” he said, moving closer as he pulled you against him

“mhmm…” you hummed, already back asleep, lulled into a cozy world of comfort.

keigo chuckled softly, running his hands along your body, drinking in the sight of you. you wore that pajama set he liked, the cotton tank top and matching shorts. tiny matching shorts.

he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head as you stirred ever so slightly. see, the thing about you is that you were sometimes a sleep talker, and that would include making little sounds and noises. keigo found it endearing, especially when you talked in your sleep, regaining your sleepy words of wisdom to you the next morning.

but for some reason, tonight was different.

while tiny mewls and whimpers fell from your lips, keigo’s cock twitched in his boxers.

“my pretty girl,” he whispered as he climbed on top of you. he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your pretty, plush, slightly parted lips. “so sleepy, hm? had a long day? me too baby.. i’m sorry i wasn’t home..” he spoke softly into your hair, slowly beginning to grind against your leg.

you had told keigo before that you didn’t mind if he woke you up in this way; in fact, you’d actually find it hot. but you were so peaceful and he was sure that you were so tired, he couldn’t possibly wake you with his own needs.

so he’d get the next best thing

he moved his hips slowly, shaky gasps escaping his throat as he forced himself to stay at a steady pace. was he perverted or were you just this sexy to where he could get off from fucking dry humping your thigh?

he moved a hand to the edge of your tank top, slowly lifting it up to it sat just above your perky tits, and he couldn’t help but take one in his hand, whimpering and whining as he desperately fucked against your thigh.

“fuck, baby, you have no idea how good you make me feel. i’m fuckin’ your leg and i’m about to cum.. fuck, god, fuck, i can’t help it.. feels so good..”

his mind was becoming increasingly dazed, his usual groans and moans turning into pathetic whimpers.

“fuck, baby, can’t- i can’t- can’t handle much more.. feels.. feels real good.. ‘m gonna.. gonna fucking cum..”

as he picked up his pace, your tits began to bounce rhythmically, nearly hypnotizing him as he leaned down, hiding his face in your neck, holding onto you tightly as his orgasm was quickly building in him.

“mmh- gonna- gonna cum, baby.. fuck, just from your fucking thigh.. your pretty.. pretty thigh..”

his orgasm washed over him as his wings twitched, his cock spilling his cum into his boxers (a mistake he would realize in just a few moments) as he thrust against your leg a few more times as he rode out his orgasm.

after having a moment to breathe, he pulled away, his heart beating louder in his chest as you laid there like an absolute angel. he pulled your shirt down, kissing your cheeks a million times before cleaning up in the bathroom and changing his boxers. he immediately climbed back into bed with you, and for a rare time was the little spoon, letting your arms and legs wrap around him.

tomura laid on your stomach, holding you gently (careful to not use all five fingers of course) as you played a game on his switch. both of you were in your pajamas, consisting of a baggy t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. he moved his head under the switch, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, still focused on your game.

“what do you think i’m doing?” he grinned, fingers sneaking under your shirt, full of hunger.

“jesus, it doesn’t take much for you, does it?” you playfully scoff as you feel him already hard against your leg.

“nah, not at all..” he chuckled as he moved his hips gently, sighing at the light friction.

you and tomura’s sex life was far from dull; with both of you being more on the switch side, it definitely kept things interesting. right now, it seemed like he thought he had a semblance of control, but you were sure to turn the tides on that.

as he moved his hand further up your shirt, you paused your game, grabbing his hand through the thin fabric.

“no,” you hold it firmly. “just keep doing what you were doing. i’m busy.”

tomura raised an eyebrow.

“excuse me?” he nearly laughed.

“you heard me. just do it.” the tone in your voice was enough to make tomura weak in the knees. as much as he hated to admit it, god he loved when you were dominant with him.

he reluctantly began to move his hips against your thigh again, moving his hand outside of your shirt to cup your chest on the other side of the fabric (as much as it pained him).

he bit back his lip to hide his embarrassing whimpers as he desperately ground his hips against your thigh, hoping you would have some kind of mercy on him and just fuck him.

but you didn’t. you acted like he wasn’t even there as you continued your game.

“y/nnnnn…” he groaned as he looked up at you like a wounded puppy, still trying to hide any whimpers.

“yes?” you asked, not looking away from your game.

“please.. this is so..”

“if you don’t like it, why are you still going?”

“well, i-.. it’s just, i’m-“ through all his stuttering, he didn’t stop the quickening movements of his clothes cock against your thigh.

as soon as you looked at from over his switch with a tilted head with wide eyes that held a questioning look, waiting for him to properly answer, he buried his face in your chest, whining against your tits as he only increased his speed, becoming slightly sloppy in his pace.

“poor baby…” you teased, putting the switch down as you ran your hands through his hair.

“j-just.. feels- feels so good- b-but.. but i.. need- need you…”

“i know, i know..” you coo. “but you’re doing so good.. so good for me..” you grin as you watch him continue to lose his resolve, gripping your sides tighter as he fucked against your thigh. “you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

“yes, fuck, yes, please, please, please, please baby, please!”

any embarrassment tomura held melted away, as all he could think about right now was cumming whenever you said to.

he pulled his boxers down just enough so the pink tip of his cock stuck out, already dripping with precum.

“be a good boy for me,” you hum, leaning down to kiss his head. “i know you can.”

at your encouragement, tomura’s erratic thrusts halted to a stop as his body froze, his cum splattering across your thigh while his body shook, all while you ran your hands through his hair and along his back, praising him sweetly, reminding him how good he was, how proud you were of him.

once recovering, tomura made sure to clean you up, all while plotting the revenge you’d be receiving for the rest of the night.

[kingtomura]

Cat and mouse

synopsis: Your ex boyfriend has some nerve texting you at three in the morning — an entire week after the disaster breakup you had. You should really go over there and give him a piece of your mind. Well, you know what they say about famous last words.  wc: 6.1k | crossposted to ao3 content: tomura shigaraki x female reader, no quirks au, toxic tomura, reader is kinda toxic too tbh, unhealthy relationships, breaking up and making up, vaginal fingering, overstim, breeding kink, piv, dubcon creampie, degredation, threats of baby trapping, hurt/comfort, sweet at the end idc

You’ve told your friends time and time again to stay out of your business. They never listen. 

“Oh my god, Kirishima? Is he even twenty yet?” You drag as you watch your friend flip through several pictures of the redheaded boy like he was a member of the bachelor. 

She smiles, scrolling her phone for more options, “no, but he will be in a couple of months!”

“No!” Your words are sharp. You love Mina but god, you don’t want her to play matchmaker with you. It’s not like you’re a charity case or something. 

She gasps and you swear you could see the lightbulb go off above her head. “What about Denki? He’s fun!” 

You groan, falling back onto the bed and covering your eyes with your arm. “Mina.” 

“Hey, just give her a break okay? It’s only been about a week.” Your saving grace Yaoyorozu speaks up and it’s nice to finally have someone on your side. 

“Thank you.”

“Seriously? So we’re just going to sit around and watch you mope about all day?” Mina questions, irritation clear in her voice and it grates your ears.  

“Preferably, yes! Just let me be.” You roll over, face officially shoved into your pillow. It’s been a rough couple of days and you haven’t gotten a single call or text from Tomura. Not that you should be expecting one. You broke up with him after all. 

It’s just.. this time feels different. Usually there’s more arguing and he’s fighting for you to stay around, but this time there was nothing. No quips, no insults, just “fine, get out then.”

That hurt the most. 

You had no idea what he was up to. 

Maybe he was as depressed as you were. 

Maybe he’s found someone else. 

The thought makes you stop in your tracks. The idea of Tomura, your tomura with someone else is enough to make you nauseous. 

You jump to your feet and rush to the bathroom, locking yourself in and falling to your knees. 

God, what if that was why it was so easy?

You pull out your phone, the device lighting up and unlocking with your facial id. 

Tomura doesn’t use social media much but you could still check to see if he’d blocked you. 

To your surprise, he hadn’t. 

He hasn't posted anything either and there’s no new person in his followers. 

You feel yourself exhale a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. No change is a good thing. 

There’s knocking on the door and you thank the stars you locked it. Your friends would judge you so hard if they saw you lurking through your ex’s social media. 

“Hey, are you okay in there?” It’s your saving grace Yaoyorozu again and you almost feel bad for shutting her out. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry if it feels like I pressured you! I’ll give you some space.” Mina's regretful voice calls and it makes your heart clench. You know she means well but she just doesn’t understand. None of them do. 

Whether you want to admit it or not, you love Tomura. 

Yes, you argue and yes, you fight, but he just gets you. He’s so cynical, but so caring — in his own special way. Too bad he was such an asshole. The argument wasn’t even supposed to go that far. 

There are tears beginning to blur your vision and you wipe them away, willing the feelings down and standing to your feet. 

If he wanted you to stay away, then fine. You could do that. 

You splash cool water onto your face and take a breath, steeling yourself and getting ready to face your friend once more. It was Saturday and they were convinced you needed a fun girl’s night.

It takes a lot to refrain from cringing at the phrase, but you believe they held some truth with the idea. You definitely didn’t want to be alone right now.

You unlock the bathroom door, meeting Mina and Yaoyorozu’s worried expressions with a smile. 

“We should probably get ready now, huh?”

Mina’s eyes light up, smile blinding and excitement contagious.

“Yes! Jirou and the others are here now.” She starts to clap, excitement buzzing around her, “Girl’s night is going to be amazing!” 

—-

Girl’s night was a bust.

The moment everyone arrived the apartment quickly filled with chaos. Noisy and busy, it was all giving you a headache. Until someone decided it would be a good idea to pregame before going out.

In preparation for the night your friend’s insisted that you get dolled up, hair makeup and skimpy clothes you wouldn’t look twice at on any normal day. 

You had to admit it made you a little more excited to get out and at least feel like your world isn't crashing around you. It was supposed to be a fun little night out. Somehow one drink turned into two, which turned into three which turned into Mina swearing she could beat everyone in a dance battle. 

The group only got more riled up as everyone indulged in this silly challenge. 

One challenge leads to another, which leads to more drinking, which then ends in everyone being too drunk to function and knocking out — all laid out in odd places around your living room floor and couch. 

The groggy feeling came first, your arms radiating in dull pain as you vaguely recalled trying to beat Mina in a contest of who could do the most push ups. It sure as hell wasn't you, but the drunk version of you thought it was possible to move mountains. 

You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to rapidly adjust to the darkness of the room and find out what this odd buzzing noise beside you had been. Turning over, you find your phone, squinting as the too bright screen lights up your face and you see that it is three a.m.

You had fallen asleep with everyone else.

The phone buzzes again, lighting up and you have to squint further to read the contact name.

Tomura. 

Your eyes widen as you scan over the three texts he’s sent you. 

Wasting no time, you rush to your feet and into the bathroom so you can look at your phone without the chance of prying eyes overlooking your shoulder. Even though they were probably going to be out until late morning.

Tomura’s messages were short, no paragraphs, no essays but three different messages sent in succession. 

When are you coming to get your shit?

I’m tired of waiting.

And I’m deleting our farm btw. 

The first two messages don’t get much of a reaction from you, especially since it’s three a.m and he knows you’re usually asleep around this time. 

But the third message…

Your Stardew Valley farm that you’ve had and worked on together for almost two years being put on the line and threatened? What the fuck was his problem?

This farm was a constant in your relationship. Throughout the ups and downs and back and forths. You were sure that hell would freeze over before you both would give up that progress. But here he is, threatening you while you would have been asleep. What an asshole.

Your feet are moving before your brain can stop them and you make your way to the front door. Since your friends were all passed out it would be easy to sneak over to Shigaraki’s place, give him a piece of your mind and then sneak back. In and out, quick and easy. 

Your decision is made and you grab your coat, deciding to just go over there as you are. You hadn’t changed out of your outfit that was supposed to be for the night out, but it didn’t matter. You only needed to get over there and get there fast.

Once you arrive at Tomura’s doorstep you waste no time knocking. It’s around three in the morning so he should still very much be awake. 

There's a chill in the air as you wait for his answer and you wrap your jacket closer to your body. A rumble of thunder caught your attention and it's then you notice the rain clouds rolling in. You knew it would only be a matter of time before the bottom of the sky falls out and rain drenches everything. You were on borrowed time if you wanted to make it back before then.

After what feels like forever the door finally opens, revealing a very cozy pajama-clad Tomura, who seemed a little too pleased for his own good — if that sly smile he was doing a bad job at hiding was anything to go by. 

You don't give him a chance to greet you or say anything for that matter, stopping his words in their tracks as you cut him off. “What do you want?”

He doesn’t bother hiding his smirk now, the expression making your fists clench and your anger boil. “What do I want? You’re at my door, in front of my apartment.” He scoffs, clearly getting the exact reaction he had wanted from you, “I should be asking what do you want?” 

Caught like a deer in headlights. Whatever, you don't let that stop you as you pull out your phone to show him his text. “You sent this, I know you’re bluffing. What do you want?”

Tomura shrugs, leaning against his door frame and giving you a pleased look. Expression relaxed and content. Not a care in the world. “To talk.”

“Well, I'm here now, so let’s talk.” You spit, crossing your arms and waiting for whatever else he would throw at you. 

“Sure, but you should come in first.” He starts, looking up towards the darkened sky, confirming his assessment. “It’s gonna rain soon, you know.”

Of course you knew that. 

You just didn’t want to give him more time than you had. But you agree and go in, ignoring the fighting feeling in the back of your mind screaming at you to turn away and hightail it out of there. 

Tomura’s home is the exact way it was the day you left, give or take a few more containers of takeout littered around the place. You have half a mind to scold him about it, but quickly remember that it isn’t your place to do that anymore. 

So instead you stay quiet, following him into the apartment and into the living room. Opting to stand as he sat, and resisted the urge to get comfortable. 

“So, what do you want to talk about?” You try, done watching him pick up a controller and boot up a video game. Seriously? 

Your patience was wearing thin now as you watched him ignore you to play some stupid game. You try calling to him again, knowing this was probably a waste of your time and groans.

“I was in the middle of something before you got here. Let me finish and we’ll talk.” It's flippant the way he waves you off and continues the game. The lack of care only hurting your feelings further and making you realize this may have all been a big mistake on your part.

You shouldn’t be at your ex boyfriend’s house being ignored. You should be at your house getting drunk and hanging out with your best friends. There was no reason to stay somewhere you’re obviously not valued.

It’s a simple choice when you put it into perspective. 

But things are always easier said than done. 

You sigh, the air puffing out your cheeks, a bad habit you had when angry, and walk right in front of Tomura’s TV. There was more satisfaction in making him lose the game and then announcing your departure than just leaving quietly. 

He cranes his neck to see around you, but it doesn’t work, finally giving up as his character inevitably dies. “What!?”

“I’m leaving!” You announced, turning on your heel and heading towards the front door.

“You had to make me lose first? I said I was almost done!” He spat back, rising from the couch to follow you.

You shrug, “I don’t care. Why invite me in if you’re just going to ignore me?”

“Didn’t think you had the patience of a child.'' Tomura stands in front of you, cutting through your path and stopping you in your tracks.

It's almost comical the way he insults you. “Okay pot, meet kettle.” You try to brush past him, but he side steps with you. 

“What are you dressed like that for anyway? Did you go out tonight or something?”

“No!” You deny, a little louder than intended and then pause. “But it’s none of your business what I do anyway.”

Tomura hums at this, taking the words in and running them through his mind as he gives you a once over, eyes scanning from the too-tight shirt you wore — showing a generous amount of cleavage, down to your mini skirt that left little to the imagination. 

“Could've fooled me.”

“What do you mean by that?” You hate when he gives you cryptic answers, like it’s impossible to pry into his mind to see what he was thinking at the moment. 

“You knew you were coming to see me so I dont get why you're wearing that skimpy shit. Unless you wanted me to check you out.”

“Not everything is about you, Tomura. Maybe I just wanted to dress up and look nice.”

“Bullshit—”

“God, Tomura you always fucking do this!” You yell, walking right up into his face. The excitement in his scarlet eyes sends a chill up your spin, but you can’t back down. 

He gets closer, matching your tone and you can still see the grin he’s trying to hide. It makes you see red. “Do what? Tell you the truth? You know I’m not wrong.”

“Yeah, you think you know everything, but you don’t. I’m dressed up because I want to be, not because of you.” You’re insisting at this point, frustration threatening to tip over and spill out into the form of another pointless argument. Why did you think you could actually come over and have a decent conversation with him?

Tomura is a master at getting under your skin and hitting where it hurts. In all of your arguments he’s never really pulled out the big shots but you wouldn’t put it past him to do so now. 

“Oh, so you come over to my place dressed like a slut and you expect me to believe you don’t have some hidden motive?”

And there it is.

Your last straw. He could be so egotistical and mean — you’ve had it. 

You regret it the moment you do it, but your body moves before your brain can process your actions. You push Tomura. Hard. 

He doesn’t fall back far but you know it’s enough to piss him off. And he’s never been one to hold anything back, so he shoves you back and your back hits the wall. 

Tomura has you pinned before you know it and there’s a thrill that runs through your body in a way you know you shouldn’t be feeling. Your knees feel weak for reasons that are not related to fear and your panties were gradually becoming more wet. 

His voice is low and his eyes are narrowed as he pins you against the wall, pressing your cheeks together with his other hand. “You’re really starting to piss me off.”

You have to bite back a smile, knowing this has taken a turn and you aren’t strong enough to stop where it’s going. Not that you would want to. 

“Oh yeah? If I piss you off so badly then why are you hard?”

He doesn’t look down. He can feel his own arousal just as well as you can while it’s pressed against your abdomen. 

Tomura pushes off of you — maintaining some distance as he turns away. 

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Sure am.” You supply, chipper and certain as you trail behind him. 

He’s walking further into the apartment, and you follow. Legs moving on their own accord as you go further into the lion's den, exchanging quips and insults. You jab your finger into his shoulder, bothered by the way he continues to ignore you, it's a pathetic attempt at catching his attention and it works. Kind of. 

The only response being him slapping your hand away with a glare and muttering a soft fuck off as he walked on. 

You both went back and forth. Like the sun and moon, you just can’t stay away from each other.  

It was how these things usually went between you and Tomura. He would start up, make a petty argument and you would never back down. Tomura is someone who was used to getting his way and others simply did what he said with no objections. 

But that was not how you were.

And he loved it.

You knew by the way he would get that devious glimmer in his eye when you would challenge a point, starting up a debate. Sometimes they were heated enough to make you both break up. It never lasted more than a few days. A week being the longest.

Push and pull. 

Tomura made his way past you again, ignoring your calls about how you hate being ignored. At this point you’re sure he’s doing it on purpose to rile you up more but you can’t help but take the bait. You grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face you as you point a finger in his face. 

“Stop walking away from me!” 

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, making you stumble on your feet and almost lose balance. You were so close you could feel the heat from his body and smell the fresh linen scent of his shirt. “Don’t tell me what to do.” 

You snatch your wrist away from him, tension between you two growing hotter by the second as the space between you got thinner. 

“What are you going to do about it?” 

The narrowing of his eyes only made your grin grow wider as you watched the gears turn in his head as he thought about just how many things he would do about it. All of it enticed you, so you beat him to the punch. 

You reach forward again, fully intending to shove his shoulder again for another reaction, another glare, maybe even more words, but he stops you. It was fast, the way you both tumbled through the hallway as Tomura crashed his lips to yours. The relief of finally feeling his lips again meshed with the excitement of how rough he was with you. 

You lose yourself in the kiss, welcoming him in with open arms as you vaguely register the dark walls of his room and posters plastered along the walls in your scuffle.

It was exciting, probably the best part of breaking up and making up. At this point you think the whole point of falling apart is coming back together again. An endless cycle where the reward is worth the punishment. 

Cat and mouse. 

You end up on top of him, straddling his hips while your smug smile beams down at him. Tomura gives you an unamused look in return, yet the way his hands rested on your thighs gave away the ill hidden interest. It was all the encouragement you needed as you leaned down, hovering above him with both hands on his chest. 

“Not so tough now, are you?”

It’s bait. You know it’s bait, he knows it’s bait, but he takes it anyway — the way you knew he would. 

Tomura wastes no time flipping the both of you over, quickly reversing your positions as he settled himself between your legs. It’s dangerous the way his actions riled you up further, and you have to bite your lip to keep the smile from betraying your false anger. You couldn’t let him know how excited you were to be back in his bed. 

He presses your cheeks together and rocks your head left to right, tone mocking and eyes wild with fever, “Oh, look who’s become a firecracker all of the sudden. Where did that flame come from, huh?”

You want to respond, but Tomura beats you to it, releasing your cheeks and pointing a nimble finger against your forehead, “Don’t be dumb.”

His eyes trail from yours and then down to your lips, then finally down to your exposed cleavage. The movement was swift as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand and dipped down, claiming your lips again. It was softer than the first time but not by much, especially not when he matched his pace by grinding his clothed erection into you, making you moan at the contact. 

Your skirt was so short and it made you feel even more exposed than you already were. Tomura had easy access to you and the thin fabric of your panties made everything feel so much closer. 

You moan at the contact, swiping your tongue against Tomura’s bottom lip and wasting no time deepening the kiss as you pull him closer. You needed more and you needed it as soon as possible. 

Tomura pulled the low cut front of your shirt down, easily exposing your breasts from the confines of the shirt and massaged them, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your nipples and making you cry out from the sensitivity. 

He pulls away from you, eyes gazing into yours and you swore in that moment he put you in a trance. Tomura’s ruby red gaze always left you mesmerized and you can’t help the whimper that leaves your lips, brows furrowed and eyes wanting, “Please.”

“Please what?” And he’s not taunting you, he’s not mocking you. His eyes are soft as he brings a hand to your cheek. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” Fuck, you’ve missed him. “I just want you.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he strokes your cheek, soft look in his eyes making your heart flutter, and then it’s gone. Replaced by a hardened gaze as he moves to remove your shirt and bra, fully exposing you to his hungry eyes, and then moves to remove your short skirt. 

His hands hover there for a moment, debating whether or not he should keep it on and fuck you in it, but then decides against the idea and pulls it off, taking your soaked panties down with it as well. 

The air in the room feels cool against your skin as you shiver in anticipation. 

“Fuck,” Tomura whispers, now eye level with your cunt. You gasp as he runs two fingers between your wet folds and holds the digits up to show you. Syrupy clear slick clung to them, slowly trailing down as Tomura rose back up, eye level with you once more. 

“You’re so wet…” He murmured, bringing the digits to your mouth and you opened, taking them into your mouth and tasting yourself. You kept eye contact as you watched his eyes widen in delight — Tomura loved it when you put on a show for him.

There’s another moment of Tomura pressing against your tongue with his fingers and then he pulls them out, opting for a kiss in exchange, his tongue dipping into your mouth and groaning  as he could taste what’s left of your slick on you as well.

The pleasant feeling and linguid action of your movements made your shoulders relax as you practically melted into his soft bed, the feeling of his body above yours bringing you mountains of comfort. It was a distraction, of course. 

You felt the same two of Tomura’s fingers prod at your slick entrance before pressing in fully and all the way down to the knuckle. The stretch was intense but the pressure was euphoric, making you squeeze your eyes shut and grip him closer. 

He didn’t make you wait long as he pumped his fingers, quickly finding that sensitive spot so deep inside of you that only he could pinpoint and brushing against it over and over. 

The feeling was so good it made you pull away from the kiss to breathe, thighs twitching and toes curling in pleasure. You wouldn’t last long like this.

“Tomura, fuck..!” You moaned, drowning in ecstasy as he continued his abuse of your spot, never letting up or slowing down, aiming to make you cum as quickly as he could. It was obvious he wanted you to come undone as soon as possible by the way he watched your every expression. 

The way your brows furrowed to the way you bit your lip. Tomura eagerly drank every expression and gave it back to you in the form of pleasure. 

“What?” He started, unphased by your dilemma, “Gonna cum?”

It took a lot of focus and effort, but you nod — done with fighting for the night and accepting the fact that you will come apart quickly. So you give in to the pleasure. 

Tomura smiles, a devious grin splitting his features as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot one more time for good measure and you lose composure, your climax crashing into you like a tidal wave. There was nothing you could do besides ride the feeling while holding on to Tomura tight — like you would get swept away if you didn’t. 

He fucks you through it with his fingers, eyes never leaving your face as you come down from your high. 

“Pent up, huh?” He questions, and this time there is that little hint of teasing. It brings you back to reality. 

Yes, you have been pent up. You haven’t been able to get off to anything since you’ve broken up and it’s been hell. 

You have no time for the games, you just want him and you want him now. 

So, you take Tomura’s face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. The flecks of black in his carmine eyes always makes you remember why you come back. Every single time. 

“Fuck me, please, Tomura.” It's soft and filled with desire that you cannot be bothered to hide, and Tomura has never been one to deny you.

He quickly discards his own clothes, making sure to not stay away from you for long. His cock is hard and leaking precum from the head as he strokes it in preparation. You feel giddy at the thought and watch as he slides the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, and rubbing against your clit. The action makes your hips twitch up towards him. 

He loves to tease and make you wait, but today he doesn’t make you wait long. Tomura leans down after lining himself up with your entrance and places his free hand behind your head, right above the nape of your neck. His hands were warm and the feeling of those hands cradling your head felt so comforting in the space of his familiar dark bedroom. 

You bring a hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in his ashen locks as he pushes forward. The stretch makes you whimper and Tomura captures your lips in a kiss again, swallowing the noises and releasing a groan of his own as your walls tighten around his cock. 

There's something about the way Tomura drags his hips, the way he starts off at a slow pace, winding you up as he steadily increases his speed and force. It happens so gradually that you don't realize you’re screaming his name until he tells you to shut up — threatening to cover your mouth because he didn't want his neighbors to hear how much of a slut you were.

It drove you mad the way he said it all with a smile and fucked you harder. Almost daring you to be louder so he can punish you with a hand over your mouth.

Tomura knew how rough you liked it and he always delivered, giving you back arching pleasure as he pounded into you. It leaves you gasping and struggling to keep your voice down. Your hands find the surface of his back, trying to hold on as much as you could with building pleasure on the horizon. 

“Tomu— Tomura..! Please,” you cry and he doesn’t miss a beat, driving his cock so deep against your sweet spot it makes you see stars. “Fuck..!” 

“Yeah, that’s it.” Tomura cooed, eyes filled with mischief as he brought you closer to the edge. “Cry for me.”

And you do, your body feeling euphoric as the feeling buzzed up your spine and filled your brain with the fuzz of ecstasy. 

“What are you gonna do, huh?” He starts, his hips grinding against you, the closeness of his pelvis rubs against your clit, making you cry out again, “What are you gonna do when I breed this pretty cunt and make sure you’re stuck with me forever?”

He’s bluffing, you know Tomura doesn’t want kids. He’s just trying to gauge your reaction. Your dedication. 

“Tomura…” You only moan, breath catching as he hits that spot inside you that he knows so well. 

Tomura is smiling, wild and devious, as you look up at him with glossy eyes, so close to crying from the feelings, “I’m gonna do it. I’ll make you mine forever and you can’t do anything about it.” 

“Ah!” You should stop him, tell him to calm down but he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your back arching off of the bed. Everything is blurring together and you can only slur words as the drool from your earlier kiss trails down your cheek. 

You are completely at his mercy like this and you know your friends would be beyond disappointed.  

It just feels so good the way his cock drags in and out of your body pulling moans and whines from your throat. He was relentless in the way he pounded into you — beyond the point of being soft and slow because he knows that’s exactly you like it. 

“Say you want it.” The command comes with the slowing of his hips and you whine, high and needy as Tomura slows to a near stop.

“Tomura, I—“

“Say you want it or I swear to god I’ll stop right now.” It’s a threat and you don’t want to find out if he’ll go through with it. Tomura never goes back on his word. 

“No, please, don’t— I want it!” you pant, frustrated and aching for more movement.

“I want you to,” you stammer, desperate to have your release. “I don’t care if you cum in me. I need you so bad.”

“That’s my girl,” He coos, dipping his head down onto your shoulder, “Fuck.. love you s’much”

You stop — you’ve never heard him say that. Ever. You doubted he would ever say it since it’s been so long. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to ruminate on it because he's picking up the pace again and giving you the friction you were so deeply in need of. The feelings are swimming in your head as your cries reach new heights. Tomura is too far gone to stop you or care and you’re thankful. You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. 

The build of your orgasm crashes down and sends you with it, making your thighs quiver in pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut. Tomura’s mouth meets yours before you could cry out, the warmth of his tongue guiding you as he fucked you through it. 

He didn’t last long after, the way your walls tightened around him with the force of your orgasm has Tomura’s pace erratic as he chased his own high. 

The bed shook as Tomura finally finished, hips stuttered as he released inside of you, hot seed coating your insides and making heat rise to your cheeks. He really did it.

You watch as he slows to a stop above you, his eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of release. Tomura’s breathing was heavy and you couldn’t stop yourself from bringing him down into another kiss, traveling from his lips to his cheeks and then back again. 

It was intimate and you were worried it may have been too much, given the reason you were both in this situation was because of a stupid breakup. 

Tomura’s pulls out of you, making you wince and taking the feeling of being so full away from you. He doesn’t go far, opting to stay on top of you and rest his head on your shoulder, wanting to keep you as close as possible. 

“You really piss me off.” He mumbles into your shoulder, out of breath and tired. “God, why can’t you just stay with me.”

“Tomura…” Your hands run through his hair, the sweat is making it stick to his forehead as you wait for him to keep talking. 

“Stop leaving me.” His voice is firm, unwavering.

“You told me to go.” 

“I didn’t think you fucking would. I would never actually want you to.”

“I can’t read between the lines Tomura, I’m not in your head.” You make him look at you this time, pulling his hair a little to get him to raise his head. “Did you mean it?”

“I just said I didn’t—“

“No, the other thing you said.” He gives you a look of pure confusion and you lose a little bit of hope, “when you said you loved me?” 

You stare into his carmine eyes, hoping, praying it wasn’t just pillow talk from the heat of the moment. 

He looks at you for a long time, frustration still wearing on his features. If you didn’t know any better you would say he was pouting. “Of course I meant it. I’ve always felt like that.”

“But you’ve never said it!”

“I show it!”

“How?” This is getting frustrating and going in circles. 

He groans, sitting up and taking his warmth with him. “I’m not going to sit here and list everything I’ve ever done for you. I don’t think it works like that.”

You open your mouth to counter, irritation on your tongue because that’s not what you meant, but Tomura stops you again. 

“I don’t know how to explain it, okay?” He shakes his head and sighs, laying next to you on the bed and looking up at his ceiling. “It’s weird. I have these strong feelings, but it’s not hate, it's not anger. It's the opposite of that.”

You stare at him as he focuses ahead, keeping his eyes trained on the uninteresting ceiling above.

“Father said it’s a weakness and I should feel that way but,” There’s a pause as he looks away from the ceiling, meeting your eyes finally, “if it’s so weak of me, then why are the feelings so strong?” 

Your heart aches. It's clear that he’s torn, and with the strange way he was raised you know that he can’t help the way he is. 

“Tomura…” 

“And it won’t go away. I can’t fight them down or push them away like I can with everything else. It eats me up and I… guess I lash out because of it.” He shakes his head and for the first time Tomura looks defeated. You’ve never seen him this way — he’s always been filled with confidence and self assured. “I just don’t know what to do.”

You bring a hand to his cheek as you press your forehead against his. It kills you that this is what’s been on his mind and you aren’t sure what you could do to fix it. Maybe there was nothing you could do, physically, but you would do your best to be there for him emotionally.

“Sometimes,” you try to be careful with your words, knowing how much Tomura looks up to his foster father even though the man has been nothing but strange to him. “People say things that aren’t true because they don’t know how to live with it.”

Tomura’s guardian cannot live with love nor the idea of it. 

“That doesn't mean you have to live that way.” 

And it’s the truth. 

Tomura doesn’t say anything, just watches you with heavy lidded eyes, ruby red nearly glowing in the low light of the room. He was so much more than what people thought they knew of him and you didn’t care if it took time for others to see that.

He leans in, closing his eyes and you meet him halfway into a kiss. 

It's warm and it's soft and you know that even when your phone is buzzing from dozens of missed calls and texts from your friends, it will be fine. 

You and Tomura would take things one day at a time.

[splishfish]

Body Swap (NSFW)

Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB Reader

Tags: PiV, Missionary, Sloppy Sex, Inexperience fom both sides, Mutual Masturbation, Creampie, Unprotected Sex

WC: 728

”That bastard swapped us!”

”Maybe this isn’t so bad…i’ve always wanted to know what having a dick is like.”

Summary: After meeting up with a villain Grian had suggested you two meet, the encounter ends with the both of your bodies being swapped! Now, with no choice but to wait this out, the two of you decide to explore each others bodies in a m,ore intimate way than before.

Body Swap Deleted Scene

AN: the pov's are fucked im so sorry if its confusing!! i have writers block so im sorry if it sucks ToT

Requests are open!

Two fingers pumped deep inside the sopping wet cunt of your body, slick coating the hand being used to finger you. Shaggy baby blue hair blurred your vision slightly as you stared down at your own blissed out face, a flushed face scrunching up in pleasure as fingers curled inside that spongy spot inside your body.

Shlck Shlck Shlck

A soft hand was wrapped around the throbbing cock attached to your temporary body. Tomura’s body. The hand moved quickly, squeezing each time you curled your fingers in just the right way, causing a moan to spill from your own face.

You hardly remember how you two ended up doing this, laying on your sides with your hands eagerly pleasuring each other in ways only you both knew how to do. Only you knew about that spongy spot deep inside your cunt, only inches away from your cervix. Only you knew exactly how to rub your clit in a way that caused your thighs to shake and your pussy to flutter. And now that you’ve been swapped with Tomura, you could so easily use his long fingers to hit those pretty spots just right.

It was the same for Tomura. He used your body as best as he could, jerking off the throbbing cock eagerly twitching between your legs. His hands moved at a perfect pace, squeezing and playing with the tip occasionally, the other hand fondling his oh so heavy yet sensitive balls.

Pants and moans were shared between you two, sloppy and messy kisses exchanged as you two pleasured each other. It felt like a dream. It felt so different from how you two would normally prepare each other. This felt so much more intimate.

Two lovers so eagerly pleasing each other in ways they knew no one else could. Teaching each other exactly how they liked to be touched, to be used. 

It was Perfect.

It was odd seeing your own face, so fucked and blissed out of its mind. Drool spilling from your pretty lips and wanton moans filling the room, a sight you were sure Tomura had seen time and time again.

It was instinctual, the way your hips slammed against the sloppy cunt underneath you. It felt like your brain was on autopilot, the body you were in finally taking control once the throbbing cock between your legs was inside the drooling cunt of your body.

It felt good. Really good. It was finally making sense to you why Tomura was always so eager and desperate when it came to having sex. The feeling of warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins was so intoxicating.

It took a long time for the both of you to finally find a pace and position that felt good for Tomura. He grunted and barked at you to fuck him this way, or fuck him that way, constantly begging commanding that you find the spongy spot inside him. It made you wonder if this is what you acted like during sex

But that didn't matter now. After all, he was desperately moaning and whining under you now.The legs wrapped around your slim waist trembled from pleasure, hands clawed at the arms that held you above your trembling body.

“F-Fuck! Shit! I-I’m gonna cum!” The deep raspy voice you now possessed let out a breathy chuckle, the voice ringing out with a slight stutter.

“H-Hah…How-how do you kn-know what an orgasm feels like..Ngh..! W-When you’re in a-a different body…?”

Before he could even answer, a shrill whine escaped his throat, his body convulsing and twitching almost violently. You could feel the cock between your legs twitch and throb, the pulsing walls suddenly clenching down against you, limiting your ability to thrust. The feeling was all so much, the sight and the sounds making you tremble with glee.

Suddenly you felt it. The balls swinging and plapping against the supple rear of your body tightened and quivered, your mind going hazy as you felt the sudden release of semen spill inside the wet cunt you stilled against.

You plopped down on top of him, hugging him closely despite the way he clawed at your arms in annoyance. Reluctantly rolling off him, you hugged him tight murmuring lazily. “I can see why you like having sex so often…”

“And I can see why you keep saying no…”

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[scary-grace]

(secret) santa, baby - part 2 of a shigaraki x f!reader fic

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

part i part ii part iii part iv

part ii (secret santa)

“Special delivery!” Toga ambushes you in the break room while you’re waiting for the electric teakettle to heat up. She’s holding out a piece of Christmas stationary folded into a heart. “This is for you.”

You’ve watched her do this to almost everybody in the office over the last few days. You started working here in March, and you didn’t realize how seriously everyone takes Christmas until they started talking about it in September. People are friendly to you, but you haven’t really had a chance to make friends, and you figured participating in the office’s favorite tradition would be a good way to start. You made a simple, straightforward list, and handed it in right away. And then you watched everybody in the office get a list but you.

This feels kind of last-minute. Like she forgot about you. You hesitate, and Toga notices – and reads you so easily that you cringe. “I didn’t forget,” she promises. “But I had somebody in mind for you, and he was being lazy about his list. Sorry about the wait!”

“It’s – um, okay.” You take the origami heart and unfold it, looking for a name. But there isn’t one. Just a short list in cramped, messy handwriting. “Who is it?”

“He didn’t write his name?” Toga sighs. “It’s Tomura-kun. You know him?”

“In IT, right?” you ask. Toga nods. “I know him. Not really. I mean, I haven’t talked to him, but – I know who he is. Everybody knows who he is. He’s kind of – hard to miss.”

Every place you’ve ever worked has had prickly IT guys, but Shigaraki Tomura is the prickliest by orders of magnitude. You’ve never had to call him, but you’ve heard him on the phone with your coworkers, and seen the kind of emails he sends. Nobody can eviscerate somebody with punctuation like he does, and the only reason he’s never gone after you is because you’ve never flunked a phishing test. And even if he wasn’t famous for being kind of a dick, his looks would make him stand out. He has the longest hair of any guy in the office, and his is white.

New girl who keeps to herself gets scary white-haired guy for Secret Santa. It’s not hard for you to figure out Toga’s play here. “I’m his Secret Santa because he doesn’t hate me yet, right?”

“Maybe a little bit,” Toga says. The teakettle beeps and you pour hot water into your cup. “But look at it this way! If you can get Tomura-kun to like you, it’ll be even easier to make friends with everybody else.”

You hope she’s right. You’ve been hanging back, hoping that making friends will happen naturally, but it hasn’t. Maybe it wasn’t fair to expect it to. You need to put in some effort, too, and maybe this will be a good start. Toga walks away while your tea is steeping, and you take a closer look at Shigaraki’s list. He didn’t give very many items – or any items, really. It’s more just categories of things he must like. Video games is kind of a given. You haven’t met an IT guy who doesn’t like video games, and roughly fifty percent of the population likes dogs – but corgis seem like a weird favorite for Shigaraki to have. Or maybe it doesn’t. You don’t really know him,

He likes candy, although the way the parenthetical written makes it hard to tell whether he means ‘chocolate’ as a separate qualifier than ‘sweet and sour’. Does sweet and sour chocolate exist? You really hope not. Maybe you can ask Toga for some more specifics. With categories this broad, Shigaraki can’t expect you to know exactly what he wants, but you have a feeling that won’t stop him from being unhappy if you get it wrong.

“What is that?”

You glance over your shoulder and find some of your coworkers approaching. You refold Shigaraki’s list in a hurry. “Nothing. Just my list for the Secret Santa thing.”

“Ooh, who’d you get?” Ashido leans in to inspect the list, and you tuck it away. “No, it’s okay! You can trust me!”

You can’t, really. Only one person is supposed to know who got everybody, and you don’t want to get caught breaking the rules. “Did you get someone weird?” Hagakure asks. “Is that why you’re making that face?”

“Whoever it is must be really lonely,” Uraraka observes. “Or else they wouldn’t have folded it like that.”

You’re pretty sure Shigaraki didn’t fold the list into a heart. And based on the way the list is written and what Toga said, you’re pretty sure he didn’t want to write the list at all. Shigaraki’s given you exactly one specific instruction, and it’s about what he doesn’t want. But you can work with that, you think. If he hates the cold, you’ll just find him something warm. For ¥4000 per item or less.

<- part i part iii ->

[sxgarworld]

“N- no wh- aah- agh…” he whines, grabbing a fistful of your hair desperately. His whimpers fill up the air as he bucks his hips into your face, feeling your tongue and lips against the base of his cock. His hips slam into you over and over again, his rhythm sloppy as he pulls you in closer.

“Please baby… that’s it, that’s it cmon… fuckkk ah- ah- haah! Agh fuckkk.” He lets out his obscenities as he presses his head against the wall. You can see how his sweat is making his hair stick to his face, his eyes rolling back in his head before they shut close. He’s almost crying from the overstimulation. It feels good… too good.

He keeps bucking his hips into you until he finally pulls out, cumming on your face. He looks down at you, red face as he sees your face covered in his seed.

“Fuck… I’m sorry I- I didn’t… god you’re so pretty,” he’s panting “So pretty… god, i love you.” His head falls against the wall as he strokes his hand through your hair, softly rubbing his thumb against your scalp as he mutters sweet nothings that are barely audible.

Choso, 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢, Noritoshi Kamo, Meguru Bachira, Tomura Shigaraki, 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢, Gojo Satoru, 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐊𝐮𝐨𝐧

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

(●__●)

lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it’s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

...

just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

[extremelyexh4usted]

scenario reversal based my previous shiggy fic (what if the reader was playing a game instead of shiggy?)

NSFW, chubby!reader coded, no race implied? reader has a vag but other than saying good girl and princess once, gendered terms aren’t used, praise kink, fingering, previous mentions of sex, getting hickies, unrealistic fingering since no lube will be used, reader already provided more than enough lubricant, squirting implied

correct me if i’m wrong/missed anything in the above description 🙏☺️

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dont read if under 17

if y’all saw my accidental posting of an earlier draft, no you didn’t🤠 and sorry if this is ass😬

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you just wanted to take your mind off the ache from yesterday. tenko had a long day and took it out on you, which you thoroughly enjoyed but the both of you did t realize that aftercare should’ve been a little bit more gently handled. it had been a good 7 hours of restless sleep

you were playing animal crossing for a good 30 min already before your favorite person woke up and crawled on the couch, still yawning. you sat up when he scooted over and put his head on your lap. his eyes were shut, exhausted too. a whimper was heard “morning handsome,” you shot him a soft smile. “mmmmgh..how you feel?,” his face still in between your legs, voice muffled. he flipped over to see your face smiling warmly down at him. even after spending so much time with him you never got sick of how good you felt around him.

the faintest whimper emerged out of your mouth. you held your breath, hoping he didn’t hear it; after all, you were still achy from the night before.

“hey lover?” “yeah babe?,” you replied on edge he knew the state you were in.

he started kissing your neck, leaving kitten licks and bites wherever he could, causing your whimpers to go to full on moaning.

“fuck baby you’re soaking your pants,” you mewled at the feel of his fingers prodding at your overstimmed cunt over your clothes.

he pulled down your pants, and went back to kissing your neck while teasing your hole. “no panties? you were so ready for this weren’t ‘cha? my good girl,” he purred softly.

you preened at the praise, you loved when shiggy made you feel like this. you tried to put down the switch to give tomura some relief but his hand on your wrist gave you a pause. “keep playing, and if i see you pause before you cum, you have no idea how much more sore you’ll be.”

the way your back arched at that was crazy. “tomuraaaa,” you moaned out.

he started to actually touch you instead of the previous ghosting of you like before. you started off to timmy and tommy to sell your peaches and dragonflies, trying to focus on the game instead of the sensations downstairs.

by the time you exited the shop, shigaraki already had 2 fingers inside with another on your clit and your focus wavering.

you started off to water your garden when you felt your orgasm coming. “sh-shit tomuraaa,” “i know baby, i can feel it too, just hold on a little longer yeah? go to blathers and give him your fossils then i’ll let you.”

you don’t think you’ve wished your villager had the ability to sprint more than you did then. after a good minute of running, your orgasm was getting harder to hold back “shiggyyyyyy.. please baby please please can i cum?,” you begged. “just a little longer alright? you’re almost there,” his tone sounded so sweet but you knew he probably had the smile of the cheshire cat if you looked up at him.

as soon as you ran into the museum, you moaned out “please baby i don’t know if i can hold it anymore.” “alright princess let it out. cum for me.”

the single finger on your clit kept stroking as you mewled, coaxing you through your orgasm.

“shit baby you made a mess of the couch. you okay?” “yeah, yeah.. it just felt really good,” you giggled out.

“soooo.. back to bed?” “nah, let’s just stay here for a sec, i gotta plug the switch in.” “clean it off first alright, gotta make sure none of your juices ended up in it.”

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(a/n; tysm for reading🫶 i’ve been going through it with school and being sick but i’m trying to get back into posting again. thanks for the love)

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[image found on rule 34, pretty sure it’s lewdfroggo’s work]

[mango-bango-bby]

Hey Mango I was wondering if I can request for a L.O.V Were darling reader had a relationship (secret) and they comes back crying because they found out there partner cheated On them?❤

♡ Cheated ♡

(A/N: Platonic LOV 🥺🥺 Comforts me and my heart 🥺💖 I’ve gone through this before and what I would give to have had the LOV to be with me during that time!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, protectiveness, readers boyfriend cheats on them, mentions and implied murder

Summary: Your boyfriend cheated on you, but your family is here to comfort you (Platonic!LOV x GN!teen!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You are the baby of the league. By that, it means you were the youngest and they refused to let you go on many missions with them. You were mostly a nurse, taking care of their injuries. They all treated you like a child, even though you were a teenager. You hated it, how much they babied you.

You immediately feel the tension when you enter into the bar. Kurogiri being the first one to speak up. “Where were you?” He asks stiffly, saying what the rest of the villains were thinking. You keep your eyes fixated on the floor, trying not the let put the tears you were trying so hard to hold in.

“I’m going to my room” you say trying to keep your voice stable but being unable to keep your voice from wavering. Toga is the first one to get up, grabbing onto your arm as you try and walk away, spinning you around to face her. “Oh my gosh, you are crying! Oh, my poor Y/n!” she gasps, immediately pulling you into a tight hug. You want to push her away tell her that your fine, but you don’t.

You bring your hand up to hold tightly onto her as well, burying your face into her neck as you let out sobs. “Is this because of that boy?” Dabi sneers, watching you nod your head while still holding onto Toga. You had a huge crush on a member of a villain group they had worked with before, the whole league knew. However they didn’t know you started dating him. They just thought it was a crush.

“W-we started da-dating-” you start only to cut off. “You what?” Tomura interrupted, disgust in this voice. They were so protective over you, it wanting you dating anyone or even being around anyone else. Knowing that you start dating that dirtbag and now he had made you fucking cry? Didn’t bode well. You were like a little sibling to all of them!

“He cheated on me” you whisper, feeling the energy in the room immediately darken. Not only did this boy date you behind their backs, but then he broke your fucking heart?! He broke your heart, he made you cry! “I’m sorry-“ you start only to be cut off once again.

“Don’t be sorry, that boys a fucking idiot” Dabi seethes. As much as most of them would deny it, they really cared about you. “Poor baby, don’t waste your tears on someone like him” Toga says, petting your hair. Although she’s upset for you, she is excited to comfort you. Every time your sad it means you get some quality time with your ‘big sister’.

Shigaraki is already planning murder. And not a quick one, one that would hurt. Something that would hurt the same way he hurt you. That’s not even including the person he cheated on you with, they’re going to get what’s coming to them too.

You sit on the couch Dabi and Tomura sits on, Toga leading you over there. You sit in between both of them, pulling both of them closer to you so you’re squished in between them. You lay your head on Dabi’s shoulder, silent tears falling down your face again.

With your eyes closed, they all look at each other. A silent agreement. This boy is going to get what’s coming to him.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Thank you for reading, darling!!

[4ngeldusstt]

O N L Y F O R Y O U

A/N: im sorry this is kind of bad, hope you all enjoy it anyway :c <3

Warnings: none

Word count: 474

He understood you, even though he was the one behind your kidnapping, the LOV needed you because of your quirk, your healing hands had the ability to heal anyone with your touch, from small scratches and bruises to fatal wounds and you even can grow back limbs.

You were quiet most of the time, a very insecure introvert that only talked when talked to. Tomura somehow saw himself in you, somehow he felt the need to take care of you, shield you from this shitty world, wishing he could make a better world for himself, for everyone, but mainly for you.

After a long rough day, Tomura made it to his bedroom, only to find you asleep under his computer desk, you were curled up with a pillow and a throw blanket under there, why? The answer was simple, it made you feel safe.

He slowly lowered himself in front of you, running his knuckle lightly against your soft cheek, admiring your face, so peaceful and relaxed. He knew you were constantly in fight or flight mode and that you struggled a lot, so moments like this, made his stone cold heart melt a little.

You slowly opened your eyes as your buried your face into the pillow you were holding, making him notice something “Hey, is that my pillow?” Tomura jokingly said. “Mhm” you nodded. “why is that, baby? You like my smell huh?” He softly laughs, you face starting to get more heated thanks to his words. “Mhm, it makes me feel safe when you are away, feels like you’re here with me.” You say nuzzling your face on the fabric once more, Shigaraki’s hand is placed your head caressing your hair softly. “I’m here now, so get up from down there. You can cuddle on my lap as I play some games, what do you think my angel?” He gets up, holding out his hand to help you get back up, making sure one of his fingers were nowhere near your skin avoiding to fully touch you because of his quirk “Yes please, I’d love to.” You say happily as you take his hand.

A few days later the League was once again out for a mission, so you made your way to your lil hiding spot in Tomura’s room, as you always do when you are left alone, only to find in your surprise several pink fluffy blankets, a few soft pillows (one of them being his own) everything was perfectly placed making it welcoming and cozy, he made this only for you.

On the bed you found a perfectly folded hoodie that you know he wore recently, as you put it on you smell his cologne, next to it laid a brand new nintendo switch with some games so you could entertain yourself with a sticky note placed on the box that read in his hand writing:

“I’ll be home soon, hope this helps.

I love you.”

[inkykeiji]

Cant stop thinking about 26. Sickness + flawless!Tomura

prompt: sickness warnings: daddy kink without the kinkiness, mention of drugs, tomu is a brat as always words: 832

A stifled sigh sits heavy and stagnant in Kurogiri’s chest, tender hands rearranging the damp washcloth folded over Tomura’s forehead, fingers brushing back stray strands of silver. A beep sounds from within his pocket, and he reaches for the thermometer shoved in Tomura’s mouth, glass clicking against his teeth as Kurogiri removes it, that suppressed sigh finally escaping his nostrils. 

A fever of 101 degrees.

“I’m fine,” Tomura snaps, but it comes out as more of a whine, stringy and petulant. “Just gimme another bump and I’ll be good as new, promise.” 

“This isn’t a cocaine withdrawal, Tomura,” Kurogiri says sharply, narrowed eyes glancing at his charge for a moment before refocusing on the glass thermometer between his fingers. “Though you’re going to get one of those, too, if this sickness progresses.” 

“What?” 

“You’re ill,” Kurogiri responds flatly. “A virus of some sort is my guess, though I’ll have Doctor Garaki stop by immediately to confirm.”  

“No,” Tomura groans out the word long and drawn, head banging against the pillow, fluffy silver tufts bouncing with the motion. “Not that quack again.” 

“He’ll be here in an hour or less.” 

Despite Tomura’s protests, Doctor Garaki does arrive in under an hour, murmuring to a grumbling Tomura that he’ll only be a moment, and verifies Kurogiri’s suspicions within fifteen minutes. 

“It is, indeed, a virus,” he tells you as he closes the door to Tomura’s bedroom. “Nothing to be too concerned about; it should sort itself out in a few days or so. Lots of rest, lots of fluids. If his fever climbs any higher, call an ambulance.” 

On the other side of the door, Tomura lays restless in his bed, legs twitching and tangled in the heavy comforter, face scrunched in irritated discomfort as he shifts, flopping from his back onto his side with more aggression than necessary.

“Baby,” he whimpers when he notices you’ve entered, arms outstretched and yearning, a deep pout etched into his face. “Come cuddle with Daddy.” 

You do as your told, ever his good girl, supposing that even Daddies need comfort from their little babies from time to time, too. 

He latches onto you the moment you’re close enough, pulling you down and hugging you to his chest, his own personal teddy. He doesn’t look well, eyes sunken and encased in a sickly purple, normally chapped lips cracked open and embellished with dried blood, skin sallow and clammy, having lost most of it’s natural colour. Clumps of silver, damp with cold sweat, cling to his forehead, teeth chattering together delicately, jaw flexing as he tries to stifle the movement. 

Frowning, your fingers find the hinges of his jaw, rubbing gentle circles into them. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like shit,” he huffs, nose scrunching up. “I hate this. My whole body fucking hurts; I feel like someone took a sledgehammer to my bones and smashed them to bits.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, sighing a little as you feel his muscles loosen beneath your touch. “How can I help?” 

“Just...Stay here with me,” he murmurs, voice having already lost its caustic edge, exhaustion seeping through his words and turning them wispy. “Jus’want you close.”

And so, you do. 

Kurogiri is awe-inspiring in his ability to anticipate Tomura’s every want and need, a skill honed and sharpened to perfection over years of nurturing and raising the man, brewing a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup in addition to a whole pitcher of lemonade—a desperate attempt to keep Tomura adequately hydrated, since he refuses to drink plain water, vehemently claiming that it tastes like poison, face screwing up dramatically every time you or Kurogiri succeed in getting him to take a sip.

Even as Tomura’s brattiness intensifies with the worsening of his illness, Kurogiri stays mostly unperturbed, a special type of fondness saturating his features, laced with the slightest hint of typical exasperation. His tired eyes are kind, his soothing voice stern yet soft around the edges, his slim fingers gentle as they fluff pillows and pat sweat and tip glasses to withering lips.

You want to help, too, but Tomura won’t let you, demanding that you stay in bed with him and tend to his more pressing needs—massaging his throbbing temples and running delicate fingers through his now stringy hair and tracing nonsensical patterns across his sticky skin, tender ministrations smoothing out ragged breathing and hushing down sulky complaints.

Kurogiri promises you that it’s fine—he’s alright, he doesn’t need any assistance, really—and claims that you’re doing more good than he ever could with just your placating presence alone, lulling a grousing Tomura into a state of liminality, half-conscious and wavering between states of aching insomnia and fitful sleep.

“This is the calmest I’ve ever seen him while sick,” Kurogiri admits to you, voice barely above a whisper, as Tomura sleeps with his head in your lap. “Honestly, it makes caring for him abundantly easier. You’re the best medicine the Doctor could have prescribed.”

[ace-touya]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

OH NO it’s gonna be so hard to pick just ten- I think I’ll have to just do anime ones so I can narrow it down for myself

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

I have several analyses on this man so if you want my full thoughts look for those I cannot talk about every reason I adore this man right now. Bottom line? He’s incredibly relatable to me and also I feel so many things whenever he is on screen.

Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura

Shoutout to my sister because I don’t think he’d be this high if not for her love for him tbh. I do adore him tho he is literally everything to me (can’t beat Dabi tho) I just want to give him a hug

Megumi Fushiguro

Another really relatable one for me, he gets bonus points because he’s similar to Dabi (I’m working on a Venn diagram) but he’s so sweet and nobody understands him like I do. I’m more obsessed with Megumi than Sukuna is

Satoru Gojo

AKBDKSNDKSNDKSBX. The wounds are fresh with this man bc I just watched JJK 0. I had mixed feelings about him when I started JJK but I started loving him rlly fast. He’s incredibly relatable also. He’s lower than the others just because I do not understand this guy for the life of me. I love that about him tho, he’s such a weird dude

Himiko Toga

This girl deserves the world. I’d like to formally apologise on behalf of all anime girls that this is the first one on my list and she’s so far down, I’m ashamed of myself. She’s like top 3 for MHA tho so it’s okay. I think. ANYWAY I think the idea of people not understanding the way that you love is just so real and it makes me want to cry.

Katsuki Bakugo

His character development is literally?? So good?? And again there’s a lot of relatability with him. He’s similar to Dabi so that’s bonus points and he’s one of my friends’ faves so that’s also bonus points. I hate to admit that he’s lower down because of the fandom more than anything else

Ochaco Uraraka

SHE IS THE WORLD. Ochaco they could never make me hate you, I’m an Ochaco defender for life because I don’t care what anyone says, she is an incredibly well-written and fleshed out character and she is not just ‘In love with Izuku’ and I’m saying that as someone who ships Izuocha

Kyouka Jiro

Most of my love for her comes from my headcanons because we simply don’t get enough of her in canon. But she reminds me a lot of my best friend which probably plays a role in my adoration of her and everything she does.

Junpei Yoshino

In such a short amount of time this baby stole my heart. I’ve never fallen in love with a character in such a little amount of content. But I relate to him immensely and he deserves so much better than what he got.

The way this is just JJK and MHA- I promise I have watched other anime I just haven’t hyperfixated on them as much as JJK and MHA

This was impossible for me so here are some honourable mentions: Yuji Itadori, Ai Enma, Momo Yaoyorozu, Rin Okumura, Suguru Geto, Kazuho Haneyama, Hizashi Yamada, Oboro Shirakumo, Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, Hodaka Morishima, Mitsuha Miyamizu, Taki Tachibana, Hina Amano

[pikahlua]

I don’t know how to cope. I’m crying so hard. All I wanted was for Tenko to get to live and be happy.

I’m sorry if this is a bother to you I just had to tell someone.

You're fine. I know a lot of people wanted that. I personally had a hard time seeing how that was POSSIBLE even if it was a nice thing to imagine. Tomura just didn't seem to me like that was something he wanted. Of course, some people would say it would have been best if someone could GIVE Tomura a reason to live and be happy, which is understandable. I don't know how well it would've landed in reality to be honest, but I would've been interested to see it.

I know a lot of people aren't cool with the idea of Tomura dying so that Tenko could live, such as if he were rewound back into a baby or reincarnated or something. Who knows? Maybe that's still coming. But that was always the only way I could see where Tenko would be after the ending, not because I liked it but because it was the only thing that made sense with how I perceived his character.

Observant viewers may respond with "Didn't you talk about rehabilitation?" I did, but to me that was more a resolution from an omniscient perspective. I still had a hard time seeing how Tomura could be HAPPY with that resolution, that he would WANT to be rehabilitated. Something would've had to change to get there, and I was skeptical that such a catalyst would be...believable.

We do still have Spinner's reaction to come at the VERY least, and that may provide people with a lot more closure. At least I hope so, assuming this is really how it ends.

[justagirlwhowritess]

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x gn! reader

Genre: fluff?

Warning: cursing.

“Stop your whining, either apologize or shut the fuck up. I’m tired of hearing about it” Dabi cursed at Shigaraki who was currently moping. We had gotten into a fight a few days ago and he had said some very hurtful things, so I decided I was going to give him the silent treatment. Shortly after I had joined the League I ended up falling for the guy in charge, which kinda sucks, but hey he loves me, I think. I was also tired of hearing him complain that I wasn’t talking to him. I went to my room in the hideout opting that a nap was better than sitting here. I got caught by two fingers on my wrist in the hallway. “Where are you going?” The voice was weak, almost trembling. I hadn’t spoken to Shiggy in days, the marks on his neck were fresh, he had been scratching. “I’m not leaving if that’s what you’re asking.” I spoke as evenly toned as I could. He visibly relaxed. “I don’t think you’re clingy, or pushy. I was mad that the mission went wrong.” He spoke following closely behind me as I walked into my room. He shut the door behind him. I sighed and sat on my bed. He stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed shuffling his hands in his sweatshirt pocket. “I know. I’m sorry for getting on your nerves.” I spoke watching him as I scooted up the bed, now leaning against the wall. He removed his hands from his pockets showing me he had on the gloves that covered his thumb and two fingers. “Come here you big baby.” I laughed as he crawled onto the bed basically into my lap. I ran my hand through his blue hair, giving it a teasing tug. He glared at me from his spot. “Don’t start.” He hummed. I intertwined my other hand with his free one.”Don’t do that to me again.” he mumbled. “Mmm we will see.” I laughed, kissing the top of his head.

[xxsugarbones]

⚠️ BNHA 430 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT ⚠️

⚠️ LOOK AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

Seriously. Don’t blame me if you spoil yourself. It wasn’t me.

🤷🏼‍♀️

This being the last ever panel of Tomura makes me sick dont look at me 💔

My love

My husband

My baby girl

I’m so sorry

[space-safe1]

TRANS TOMURA SHIGARAKI X MALE (Y/N)

It was 4am and tomura Could not sleep and him being horny as hell didn’t help.

He rolled on his back and saw his sleeping boyfriend next to him.

After a moment of overthinking Tomura shook his head and sat up and lifted himself on his boyfriend’s lap.

Tomura then took his sweatpants and panties off then pulled his boyfriend’s shorts and boxers down and tomura started touching himself to his boyfriend’s soft cock.

Tomura softly moaned as he rubbed his t-dick against his boyfriend’s cock head until his boyfriend’s cock got hard

Once tomura’s boyfriend was hard he started fingering his wet cunt while trying to suppress his moans

Once tomura was ready enough he gently set his wet cunt on his boyfriend’s hard cock head and slowly slid down on it

After about five minutes tomura’s boyfriend was finally balls deep in his boy pussy

Slowly Tomura started riding his boyfriend’s cock while covering his mouth so the league couldn’t hear him

After thrity minutes of semi quiet riding tomura’s boyfriend slowly woke up

“W-what? Tomura what are you… doing?” He mumbled

“Oh… h-hey (Y/N).~ Your a heavy sleeper but damn baby~” Tomura giggled as he rested on his boyfriend’s cock

“W-what do you mean?” (Y/N) mumbled again as he attempted to reach for his phone when tomura pinned his hands to the wall with eight fingers of course

“Sorry baby.~ I just… can’t help myself around you~” Tomura said as he started riding (Y/N’s) cock faster then before causing (Y/N) to groan in pleasure

“You like that don’t you~ my boy pussy swallowing your cock so fucking deep!~” Tomura grinned as his riding got faster and faster as his whimpering giggles got louder

“Fuck tomura~ you horny ass hole”

(Y/N) groaned as his hips started thirsting up into tomura

“Oh! Fuck~” Tomura whined as he tilted his head up towards the wall

(Y/N) groaning again as he grabbed tomura’s hands and pinned him to he bed and started roughly fucking him as tomura loudly moaned

“I’m going to breed your horny pussy” (Y/N) grinned

Tomura loudly moaned as he sticking his tongue out as his legs wrapped around (Y/N’s) waist “ Yes! p-please… breed me… s-sir”

“Your such a little slut huh?” (Y/N) said as his thrusting got more and more intense as he felt himself getting closer to climax

“Y-yeah~” tomura moaned “Fuck me…sir. Fuck me like… I’ll die tomorrow!”

“God you just couldn’t wait until the morning could you, you needy whore” (Y/N) degraded as he bit into tomura’s shoulder and came deep in tomura’s cunt

“Fuck!~” Tomura yelled as he also came around (Y/N’s) cock.

After a couple deep breaths (Y/N) pulled tomura up back to their pillows and the two cuddled under their blankets

“Please… don’t pull out” Tomura whispered as he closed his eyes

“I won’t… don’t worry” (Y/N) whispered as he kissed tomura’s neck “night love..”

“…night” tomura said before he fell asleep smiling

“Sweet dreams darling” (Y/N) said smiling as he kissed tomura’s head and fell asleep cuddling his needy boyfriend

[glassartpeasants]

Lovely pt.03

Shigaraki Tomura xFReader x Overhaul

Warnings: Angst, death, spoilers,

A/N: Im go nap now. I kept my promise to that anon yee

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Two months later (I don’t really know how much time had passed before Overhaul was introduced in the manga)

“So now that we know what’s going on with the Lov recently, we would perhaps make an ally with them. As you can see from the tv screen here, they're all over the news, and if they have our help and we have theirs, we would be able to be stronger and take over Japan and then everyone else that has those disgusting quirks.” 

You looked at Overhaul from across the room as he showed you and everyone else the plan to be put into motion. He heard that from some sources that were on the roam. You were never one to disobey your boss, so you listen with open ears as you're glad that your mask hid the hearts in your eyes as you looked at him. 

He was so brave! He treated you with at least some sort of respect. More than Shigaraki ever did. And that's why you respected him so much more.

“Okay, here is the plan, (Y/N) and Chrono, you will follow the person that picks me up and brings me to the LOV’s current hideout. Then once I reach there, call the others. If anything goes bad, pop out and protect me. Understood?”

“Yes, Boss!” You both said at the same time. You nodded at each other before getting ready for tonight's mission.

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At the safe house

(Overhaul just killed Magne)

“MAGNE!” Everyone screamed. Compress ran towards Overhaul, ready to fight back, only to have his arm blown off by the masked man. 

“Now!” 

“That’s the signal!” You yell before bursting out of the wall. You and many others are coming to aid your young boss. 

“Shield!” He yelled, and another subordinate was placed in front of him before Shigaraki killed him with one touch.

“Now, now, Shigaraki. I think we may be able to talk.” You knew what was coming as soon as Overhaul opened his mouth. He was gonna expose you like you guys talked about.

“You killed one of my team! How can I be able to listen to you-”

“Do you know, miss (Y/N)?” The room went silent. The League's eyes went wide as they looked at each other. You weren’t dead? How?! They looked for you for so long! Where were you?!

“What have you done to her?!” Toga yelled at him getting ready to slice him.

“Oh, nothing. Isn’t that right, Miss (Y/N)?” He looked at you, signaling you to take off your mask. Not one to disobey, you slowly unclasp your mask from your face before showing your face to the League. Gasps and wide eyes met you. You said nothing as you looked at all of them.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” Toga asked. No matter how much you hated Shigaraki, Toga was like your little sister. You loved her and all her craziness. You looked at everyone. Everyone held a mixture of happiness to see you alive and sadness that you had started to work for the Yakuza.

“(Y/N)...” Your eyes turned to  Shigaraki, whose eyes were wide behind Father. 

He couldn’t believe his eyes. You were really here. You were really alive. He dragged that heavy burden of your death all those days just to see that you were alive but on the enemy’s team. 

“Why are you on their team?! You should be on ours-”

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there, Shigaraki. See, let's get one thing straight.” You never called him his full name. You always said baby or Tomu. A stinging sensation erupted throughout his entire body.

“I can’t stand to look at your face. I can’t even stand your voice. What makes you think I’d ever want to work for you again? The only reason I would is for everyone else.” Everyone just stayed silent as they listened to you.

“But as you can see, I’m much more respected by them. I’m no longer seen as a burden. They helped me at my lowest while I was freezing to death in the cold rain, and for that, I owe them my life.” You said nothing afterward before turning around to look at Overhaul.

“Sorry if I talked out of turn or too much Overhaul.” You walk beside him and next to Chronostasis.

“(Y-Y/n), you can’t be serious right now!” Shigaraki looked at you with wide eyes from behind, Father. Watching you listen to that stupid fucker with the mask made him furious. 

“I suppose we best be off. Think about what I said, Shigaraki.” Turning his back, Overhaul walked away, mentioning everyone to follow him as he flicked his business card towards Shigaraki. You heard everyone walking back as you stared at your old friends.

Reaching into your coat pocket, you grab what seems to be a bundle of letters. You place it on the ground before running after the man who had just killed Magne. Surely you wouldn’t have known what that fucker would do to her. Right?

~~~

“What’s upsetting you?” Your boss's voice cut through the fog that distracted you. 

“Oh, just nothing. I just zoned out for a second. My apologies, Overhaul.” 

“If this is about me hurting your old team, then I’m sorry for upsetting you.”

“It’s just a shame we lost people on both sides. Maybe I’m just being emotional. Regardless, thank you for seeing if I was okay.”

“Yes, now come along. I need you for a mission assignment.”

“Of course, Overhaul.” 

Hopefully, he couldn’t see the tears from behind your mask. When you jumped in to protect him, your eyes immediately went to a bloody puddle and a familiar pair of pants. 

You could feel your heart in your throat as you stared at your hurt and killed friends. Words couldn’t leave your mouth as you tried to make sense of it when you heard a pained grunt from your left.

Turning your head, you saw one of the recruits jump in front of Shigaraki. His skin slowly turned to an ashy yet bloody mess. Tears rimmed your eyes even more as you thought about the man who had just died before you. 

You had gotten to know him from the time you were working under Overhaul. He had a family that he was taking care of. This was the only place that would hire a felon. He wanted to change for his unborn son, which was due any day. Give him what he didn’t have. 

Now, he’ll never see him, and you’ll have to tell his wife what happened to the father of her child.

~~~

Returning to the new base was silent. No one spoke a word as they all tried to process the event that had happened. 

You were alive after all these months. They’ve been so worried about you, fearing the worst. Knowing you were alive was a relief off their shoulders, yet stabbed their hearts as they looked at an empty seat that was once occupied by someone who should have come home with them.

No one wanted to touch your bundle of letters. They feared the contents inside them. Would it be loving? Hate-filled? They didn’t know. 

They didn’t open the letters for about two days after what happened. It probably would have been longer if it wasn’t for Toga finally losing it and cutting off the binding that held them in place. She spread the letters across the table in search of hers. Soon everyone did too. A pang hit their hearts when they saw a letter with ‘Big Sis Magne’ written in your handwriting. 

Knowing that it wasn’t a plan to kill her gave them a sense of clarity. 

Everyone had a letter. Each was at least two pages long. All of them filled with loving words and sorry’s about you leaving them. Tell them you're proud of how far they have come since you’ve left. All of them except Shigaraki’s.

Looking at the words you’ve written on the page made his hands shake as a fury of emotions rushed through him: anger, sadness, love, heartache, everything in between as he read your handwriting.

Shigaraki

Read this carefully and to the end. 

The day I met you, the sky was dark, and the air carried a slight nip. I remember running into you after stealing some jewelry for someone. You had your hood down so no one could see your face. You were carrying a new keyboard in one hand and kept the other hand in your pocket. 

We bumped shoulders, causing each of us to drop our things. Well, I caught your keyboard while all the jewelry fell out of my pocket and onto the sidewalk's concrete.

I remember making eye contact with you. Your ruby eyes were so enchanting that I couldn’t help but try to get lost in them. I felt so safe looking into them. I didn’t even process who you were until you asked why I was staring instead of running and hiding. 

I remember the look on your face when I told you that I thought you were beautiful. Your cheeks turned red as you tried to avoid staring at me.  I could only giggle as I picked up my stolen goods before grabbing a pen I had stolen from the same place. Maybe it was fate that led me to you. You were so shocked when I gently held your hand to write my number on it. I didn’t have any paper, and despite being deadly, your hand was what I had used as a substitute.

It only took me three months to fall so madly in love with you. Everything about you was perfect to me. I loved how you smiled, how you got excited when you finished a game, and when a mission went as planned. Even the tiny things about you made me smile. 

I remember telling you, 'I love you' for the first time. We sat in your bed, and I played with your hair. You slept so peacefully as you cuddled into me. How could I not want to express my feeling when you were in such a state of calm? I didn't think you'd hear me,

but you did.

I remember how happy I felt when you said it back to me. How tears fell from my eyes as I kissed you. Placing my hands on your face just to feel you even closer.

That night, was the night I gave my first to you. It was so special to me, and I thought it would be to you too. But the following day told me otherwise.

I remember waking up cold and trying to find your embrace, only to see you were in the bar, chugging down a drink at eight in the morning.

When I walked up to you, you gave me a look of annoyance. I didn't know what was wrong, so I tried to ask, only for you to tell me to mind my own business.

I was so confused. Why were you acting so terribly? Had I done something wrong? Why were you so upset? Was there anything I could do to make you feel better?

After that night, you looked at me and treated me differently. You were acting as if I'm such a bother. Telling me that You had better things to do. 

You didn’t trust me anymore. Did you ever trust me in the first place? I don’t know.

Looking back on it now, I feel you just wanted a quick fuck. But you lacked the balls to end it. You fooled me into believing you loved me back. Such a heartless thing, even for a villain. 

It didn’t help that you never bothered to hide your lust for others. I could see the way your eyes looked at them. I could hear the words you used to say to me leave your lips as you spoke them. 

Was I really just a simple little toy that you could love and then throw me away? To me, the answer is yes. And I am a fool for thinking that we could have been the king and queen of villains, just like you always wanted. 

I have no good words to leave you with. Thinking about you leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and writing this letter only continues to burn my already broken heart. 

Karma always comes back. It may take a while, but I’ll wait for the day when you get what you deserve for breaking my heart.

-(L/N) (Y/N)

~~~

You sat in the bath, looking at the ceiling. A sickening feeling filled your body. 

As you were walking around the compound on security duty, you heard the running footsteps of what sounded like a child. You turned your head only to see a little girl running towards you. Her eyes filled with fear and tears. Instantly, you go and try to comfort her and see what's wrong.

“Woah there, where did you come from?” You grab her, and she tries to escape, but you continue to assure her that you mean no harm. You could see her body wrapped up in what looked like bandages. A little horn adorned her head.

“Hey, hey. I’m not gonna hurt you. Now can you tell me where you came from and if you're okay?” The little girl struggled to hold back tears.

“I need to run! They’re gonna find me and take me back! They’re going to hurt me again! Don’t take me back!” Your heartbeat drummed in your ears as you tried to comprehend what she was saying. Who’s they? And what are they doing to this poor girl that's got her so petrified?

“Okay, what do they look like? Can you give me a description?”

“He has brown hair…and wears black button-ups when he sees me…a man in a white trench coat is always by his side too.” You felt like your whole world shattered again. 

‘No…he couldn’t be that cruel…right?’ Your thoughts ran rapidly as you pulled the little girl in for a hug. You could feel her body shake as she hugged you back. Whispering sorry in her ear and how it’s going to be okay. 

“Eri?!-Thank god you found her (Y/N). I thought she would have run off.” The sound of Chrono’s voice made both you and her freeze. 

“What is this little girl doing in the compound? She’s covered in bandages and terrified!” You look at him with disdain through your mask. 

“She’s Pop’s granddaughter. She was put in our care. She’s just a little clumsy and shy.” You saw him walking towards her, but you picked her up and held her close to you.

“Well. She’s a little shaken up. Maybe it’s best if she gets something to eat and takes a nap. She is a little girl, after all.” You could tell Chrono was slightly annoyed just by his body language, but you suppose he didn’t want to give up the charade of whatever he and Overhaul had going on.

“Fine. Let’s go to the kitchen and grab her a snack. Then she’s going back to her room.” It's probably the best you would get, so you decided not to push it.

“Where is her room? I can grab her snack and bring her back. I know you're probably busy.” You saw him clench his fists. He knew you were right, but he also knew that Overhaul would throw a fit.

“Its fine. I can take care of her. You don’t need to worry.” Please, please, just leave!

“Okay. It's on corridor C, the middle room of the hall.” With that, he left. He was walking back into the depths of the compound, leaving you and the little girl alone.

“There’s not much I can do right now. But I can get you something to eat. And maybe we can stop by my room to grab some candy before bringing you back to your room.” She looked at you sad but understood that you stood no chance against Overhaul in his compound.

You still couldn’t get her face out of your mind. Her fearful expression and how she tried to hold back her tears broke your heart. How could anyone make a child fear them so horribly? 

It felt like your skin was dirty as the thought of working for someone that has hurt a little child. How long had it been going on? Was it really happening all underneath your nose? You barely visited C corridor, but you would’ve thought you’d hear a child. 

Despite being a villain, you still had morals. 

The thought of that child staying at the compound was bad enough, now with them hurting her? All for what? Bullets? God, you should have questioned what they made the bullets with more. 

You couldn’t sit by knowing a child was getting hurt and you weren’t doing anything about it. There was a way to save her, but it’d likely cost you your life or might not even work. 

But you had to try, right?

~~~

You managed to leave the compound under the guise of getting groceries. Your face covered in a mask as you look around, trying to find the nearest hero. Making it look like you happened to get arrested was the best idea you could muster. That way, it wouldn’t look like you had betrayed them originally until the very end.

“LeMillion, huh? Why did you choose that name?”

“Because I'm going to save a million!” Glimpsing past you, you see a green-haired boy, no older than 15 perhaps, and an older boy with blonde hair. You could have sworn they looked familiar.

Wait a minute. 

That kid was the kid that beat Muscular! He was also at the sports festival! Him being tied to UA is perfect!

“Hey, you two.” The sound of your voice made them swivel their heads around to look at you.

“Oh! Can we help you, citizen?” They both held bright smiles, which gave you a feeling of hope.

“I need you guys to arrest me.”

“What?”

“It’s the only way. They won’t suspect anything if I'm arrested. I can’t say anything now. They have eyes everywhere.”

“Um…I don’t think we can arrest you without reasonable cause? Is that right LeMill-”

“Let’s just do it. I have a feeling it’s essential to hear what she has to say.”

~~~

Prison was a lot colder than TV led on. At least you had the cell to yourself and how heroes would stop by and give you updates. Today was like every other day since you’ve been in. About three months, you’d say. It felt like forever in reality. 

The last thing you heard about the plans they were going to do was how they were going to raid the Shie Hassakai base. You felt terrible, not for anyone in there, but for leaving Eri alone for two months. Who knows what those monsters did to her while you were gone? It pained you, knowing this was the only way. Cause if you tried to run away with her, you’d be killed, and she’d be taken back. Who would save her then?

“Hey (L/N), you have a visitor.” 

“Okay.” The sound of the door opening made you turn your eyes. They usually just talk to you through the bars. Why would they open the door? 

“Do you know anything about the League of Villians like you did the Shie Hassakai?” Looking in the direction of the door, you see a detective of some sort standing in the frame.

“No. I haven’t met them. It's all the villains ever talk about, though.” You lied straight through your teeth. You’d rather burn than sell out the ones that actually mattered to you, even if you were in prison.

“Hmm, I see. Well, the heroes are doing the raid now. I know that part of your agreement to speak was for updates. I don’t know how it’s going, but I just wanted to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind?”

“Do I have to?”

“If you do, I might be able to reduce your sentence. It’ll be like a plea deal.”

“Okay, fine. Throw them at me.”

~~~

The charges the detective said you had were much less than you thought. Then again, you suppose he didn’t know ALL the crimes you’ve committed during your years as a villain. Obviously, you weren’t going to tell him all of them, so you just agreed to whatever would get you out of the freezing pit of metal bars.

You only ended up getting about five years in prison. Not bad compared to what you’ve heard from others. A whole lifetime. Then again, some crimes were worse than yours.

Thinking about your sentencing, you heard footsteps coming down the hall and closer to your door. Figuring it was a guard to take you to dinner, you get ready to leave the cell. 

“(L/N). You have a visitor. Make it snappy. Visiting hours end in 10 minutes.” You raised your eyebrow. Why would you have any visitors now? You weren’t expecting the detective back, and you had no friends or family that’d visit you.

Your eyes widen in shock as you see a familiar little girl pop out from behind the door.

“Eri?!” Walking slowly over to her, she ran towards you and wrapped her arms around you. You did the same as you felt a big relief lift off your shoulders. 

“Oh, thank god! Your okay!” You feel tears fill your eyes. The plan worked. You might be stuck behind bars for a while, but now she’s okay.

“She insisted on coming to see you. She just got out of the hospital.” Raising your head, you see Pro-Hero EraserHead. 

“Well, thank you. Where is she going to stay?”

“She’s going to stay with me for the time.”

“Your gonna be so safe, huh, Eri?” You feel her hug you harder. 

“When are you gonna get out of here?” 

“Oh. Haha, it won’t be for a while but don’t worry, if you ever wanna visit me, you can just ask Mr. EraserHead, alright?” She nodded her head before looking at the Pro Hero.

“Alright, Eri, we came late, so we don’t have much time to talk.” Her little face turned into a frown as she hugged you tight once more as she whispered in your ear.

“Thank you. Your my hero.”