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Okay, okay ! So clearly posting the next part didn’t happen yet but once I’m in the clear with these last few grueling weeks of uni semester we’ll get back to regularly scheduled horny fiction 🫡
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I have most of pt 3 of parasite written but have just been bodaciously 💥 slam bam jammed 💥 with the work + university senior combo. 🥹 hopefully it’ll be done by the end of this week though !!!
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I think that dabi getting car sick is such a funny detail. This man wants to burn society to the ground. He uses flames to fly around and commit crimes and yet he needs his getaway driver to drive smoothly lest it upset his tummy. He presents himself as so scary, but he has to worry about throwing up on the way home from kidnapping someone.
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Unrelated to anything I usually post, but I just watched Love Lies Bleeding and my god its going to live rent free in my mind for the foreseeable future. IF ANYONE ELSE HAS SEEN IT LMK WHAT YOU THOUGHT/THEORIES/MINDLESS BARKING ABT HOT BUFF SAPPHICS
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Baby giiiirl being nice and well-behaved
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🥹 I’m so glad so many ppl are enjoying parasite! I’m pretty sure the next chapter might be the last but I’m always down for requests for in-universe one shots and such !!! I also have a couple of requests in my inbox I plan on getting to before starting something new!! Might put out a little bit of dabi action next 🤨 time will tell, time will tell !!!
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Moth tomura doodle
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Hm. Im feeling like this might call for a drabble or one shot ☝️🤨
Horikoshi is actually insane for this
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Being a Tomura fan is always amazing he has had three hair colors, around 5 different hair styles, he has changed eye colors at least once (according to the anime, not the manga), he has multiple!!! legendary outfits and depending on what phase of him you're talking about, he was a twink gamer or one of the most muscled villains around.
It's a dream come true for artists, for sure.
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this might be too niche of a hot take, but shigaraki is so JD from heathers coded, especially in the jamie muscato version of Meant to be Yours
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Shigaraki is the type of guy to get mad at you for his mistakes. Man will walk into a room, trip, and look at you like you did it 😭😭
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Parasite Shigaraki x Reader Pt. 2
|Part 1 | Part 3 (Soon) | Masterlist |
Synopsis: [Strangers/Lovers, Smut, Loser!Obsessive! Shigaraki] - |Shigaraki x Reader| Your family called your quirk "parasite", able to feed off of someone's quirk and make it temporarily your own. Luckily, the only other person on the subway happens to have the most powerful quirk you've ever seen and zero experience with women.
Content: MDNI, stalking, voyeurism, mention of masturbation, mutual obsession, reader has a quirk, submissive Shigaraki
You hadn’t heard from him at all.
Nights were spent pacing around your shitty excuse of an apartment, bitter curses leaving your lips and hands itching to destroy everything around you.
You were irreparably mad that your lust for power must have -understandably- scared him off.
For fucks sake, (Y/n). You killed a guy in front of him.
That might have been the most impulsive thing you’d ever done.
If only you had stuck to the friendly and cute act, not showing him the power-hungry monster that lives beneath your skin.
He would have been so easy.
You could tell the minute you touched him that he would do anything you asked, clumsy and blushing.
You were sure if you hadn’t scared him but instead had just pressed your lips to his and let your fingers pull his hair like pretty, blue ribbons, he would have been yours.
He was meant to be yours.
You could have both built him up and broken him down.
And now you sit in the silence of knowing what could have been.
What you could have been.
It threw you into a fit of rage at first.
When a couple of days had passed without a single text or call, you thought surely you might run into him again on the subway.
Nothing.
You got more and more desperate.
Taking long walks that were way out of your way, hoping to find out which direction he lived in.
You were trying so hard to push down the obsession of finding Shigaraki, but every time you remembered the feeling of absolute destruction on the tips of your fingers, you took another hour-long detour home.
It had been a little over a week when you noticed it.
You were walking home from work, feet sore and not looking forward to the purgatory state of being on that subway. Today you were wondering if you should once again try to take some random stops home and seek Shigaraki out, but you were too tired for that today.
Good thing.
It had been another particularly bad day, leaving you with depths of unresolvable anger and an itch in your blood.
But things weren’t all bad.
At least now you were comforted by the gentle footsteps lingering in the shadows behind you.
Leaving work, you noticed the feeling of eyes lurking in dark spaces.
Red.
Like you were being watched by a starved animal.
Flashes of blue.
Poor shy, pretty boy.
You were so sure he would either get on the subway and sit by you or he would approach you on the street, feigning coincidence.
When you reached the subway, you weren’t so sure anymore.
You walked slowly to the subway stop, hands retreating from the cold and into your pockets.
You could hear the softest patter of feet behind you.
How cute.
The destructive little street cat wasn’t aware that he was chasing a panther.
And you let him think he was getting away with it too.
You did for a couple of days, playing the role of the ignorant airhead, acting entirely unaware of the rapid increase in time he spent “with” you.
Throughout the day and night, footsteps always echo from not too far behind you.
You let him believe he had the power.
You wanted him to get hooked to you like you were the memory of his quirk, unable to chase after anything else.
When there were a couple of consecutive days where you were sure he’d been following you from morning till deep in the night, you decided he was ready.
Leaving work, Shigaraki was there.
Walking home, Shigaraki was there.
Dead of the night, purposefully leaving your bedroom curtain cracked open, Shigaraki was there.
Leaving for work in the morning?
Depends.
Looks like even he had limits on how persistent he could be. It made you wonder what else he did throughout his days.
What was he sacrificing in his daily life as he spent his time muffling whines in his throat as he peeked through your windows?
On this day, though, he was there. His footsteps were a little more reckless. Sleep-deprived and dazed by you, he was far from stealthy.
At this point in allowing him to follow you, Shigaraki is over-confident.
He thought his girl needed him now more than ever. If she was too stupid to notice someone following her for this long, what would she do without him ever again? He couldn’t trust you to walk home alone.
Not after that pretty but reckless mouth almost had that guy and his friends come at you like that.
Tomura wasn’t sure of the extent of your quirk, but he hadn’t seen you use a quirk at all since that night. He was so sure now that you needed him as much as he needed to feel your hands caress his face again. Fuck, touch anywhere. He just needs you-
Tomura’s lethal confidence.
He seemed to be a little bit bolder than you gave him credit for and it was obvious to you that he wasn’t as innocent either. You’d still grant him shy, but hearing him fail to stifle those pretty noises at night derailed some notions of innocence.
No, you decided Tomura Shigaraki must be a closeted freak, perverted and nasty in the privacy of his mind and wherever he called home.
That, you could certainly work with to your advantage.
It was a little warmer today than usual, a murky and humid heat.
Even the slight chill of the night did little to stop the sticky feeling of sweat on your skin.
You dressed appropriately, clothes a little bit more revealing than usual.
To anyone else, you were just a normal person dressing for the weather.
But to the footsteps behind you, Tomura couldn’t decide if he loved the feeling of seeing you like this more than how disgusted he was when anyone else looked at you.
You could hear every step of his, smiling to yourself.
You were near the part of the street where Shigaraki would stay hidden and watch -waiting to make sure you got on the subway- when you suddenly stopped walking.
Your back was turned to him, but your smile never faltered. This was a drastic risk to take, but you had to do something.
“Would you like to walk with me instead of taking the subway today?”
You didn’t turn around, not wanting to startle the lurking man with sudden movement. For a while, you didn’t hear any response aside from the initial gasp at your question and the approaching sound of nails scratching angry skin.
A shadow was cast on the pavement from right beside you. Illuminated by the glowing street light, his shadow loomed over yours.
Turning your head to him with a sweet smile, you could see the wild look in his eyes, fingers tearing at his skin with his other hand clutched in the pocket of his hoodie.
Feral.
“Thank you, Shigaraki.” You started back on your course of walking.
It was odd.
The two of you had been walking for a decent amount of time and no one made a move towards speaking. You tried to read his body language, but you were too worried about enacting his need to run.
Meanwhile, he didn’t see anything wrong with the silence at all. He was reveling in your presence.
He was bitter about you finding him out, wondering how long you’d known, but he couldn’t find it in him to care now that you asked for him to walk next to you. God, he missed the smell of you.
To be able to see every detail of you up close.
This beats fogging up the window of your room, hand traveling dangerously low as he tries to justify the disgusting way your name leaves his lips in a pathetic prayer for mercy.
How sweet and peaceful you looked, blissfully sleeping.
His angel.
Surely angels were forgiving, right?
You could forgive him as he relentlessly fucks into his own fist, brought to euphoria just by seeing you and remembering what your hand felt like on his skin.
“Join the league,” he mumbled to you so lowly your brows scrunched in confusion.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” You kept walking, leaning in towards him to hear better.
His breath hitched slightly. Every inch closer you were to him the more alive he felt.
“League of Villians. I saw you dust that fuckin’ guy the other day. But you’re not shit on your own, so you’d be a dumbass to not join us.” Perfect. Tomura was sure those words perfectly reflected that he simply wants you to come live with him, help him take over the world, fuck him stupid…
You were stunned by how boldly he spoke. This wasn’t the same whimpering man that sticks to shadows. Seems like when Shigaraki wasn’t needy, he was rude.
Is it bad that it kind of excited you? That you felt goosebumps rise on your flesh in the middle of a summer night? That you like how unpredictable he’s proving to be?
You like how he has the potential to be destruction embodied and maybe you can pave a path to being the only thing he wants to keep whole and to himself?
Hm. But he was proving unpredictable.
League of Villians? Who the fuck is this guy?
Looks like you might have to be careful to not get attached to the boy more than the power.
Was this a joke? No way he could be this fucking perfect.
“Villian, huh?” You smirked at him. “That’s why you’ve been my personal shadow lately? They have you on recruitment?”
Shigaraku scoffed, but his heart picked up pace, anxiety prickling at being called out for following you.
“I’m not some idiot lackey, side character. I’m the leader of the league. I also just had to make sure you weren’t some crazy bitch after being stupid enough to kill a guy in front of two witnesses and a stranger and not finish off everyone else.”
Fair enough. That wasn’t your brightest moment, but you could hardly be blamed for that when you were running off of the adrenaline of meeting someone like Tomura Shigaraki.
“I didn’t want to scare you off.”
Shigaraki felt his heart physically pound, throbbing. Was this a fucking heart attack? God, you were going to kill him.
You were holding back for him? Why the fuck did you care about a stranger like that? He’d never.
It was all for him. You’re all for him. You’re his.
“Whatever.” Shigaraki shrugged, but the blush creeping up his pale skin told you enough.
Shigaraki tried to instinctively curl in on himself in flustered embarrassment. His shoulders were hunched forward, hands in his pockets, and his hair shielded his face from your view.
You reveled in knowing all of his attitude was just a front.
Carefully, you moved a hand towards him to tuck some of those loose, blue strands behind his ear.
When his face was exposed to you once more, his eyes were blown wide, looking at you. You were the only person to ever reach out and touch him so boldly, and he thought there couldn’t be a sweeter feeling in this world.
He couldn’t speak even if he wanted to. Anything would come out as an embarrassing noise or he might not be able to stop himself from simply begging you to touch him again.
Anywhere.
However you’d like.
A deep content flooded your chest like the warmth of an ignited fire.
“Are there more members of this league?”
He nods. You hum, pretending to weigh a decision you’d already made.
“Take me there.”
Who was he to not follow a command from you? His feet set forward on the familiar path to the decrepit bar he called home and headquarters.
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