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I kinda messed up but i think it's still great ! I hope 😂

Tomura drawing : tongue out baby~

Stages (Tenko Shimura x F!Reader)

Words: 10k

Mdni! // NSFW

Teaser: "Wet puppy not allowed in the house?" You taunt and he can't get himself to look up. It feels like you are 8 feet tall, towering over him with so much power in your aura. He is about to get crushed like a disgusting little roach. He will make sure to say thank you.

Tw: Touya is the villain here, he is awful, bullying, reader has big self worth issues, Touya nonconsensually filmed reader and showed it in the boys locker room, touya pressured reader into sex (only mentioned), name calling (loser, dusty, freak), subtly suicidal tenko, virgin!tenko, experienced!reader, praise and degradation, switch Shiggy, dumbification, big dick Shiggy propaganda, reader's family sucks, protected sex, dacryphilia, squirting, love confession, rejection sensitivity, lowkey obsessed shiggy, Touya tells Tenko to kill himself, Touya tries to touch reader when she is drunk, not as flashed out as it could have been, 3rd year UA (18yo), angsty

Note: Thank you for your request ♡ I know I took some liberties. Here is the 'men whimpering audio' that inspired me a bit lmao

Tenko is trying his hardest to be invisible.

The day is already a mess and he can go without the picking on him today. Just today. Just a little break.

He stalks down the hallway to get to his next class, eyes on the black and white tiles with his hands hiding in the pocket of his hoodie.

He is convinced today is out to get him. He might jump in front of a car… today is the day. 

He makes it to the classroom and sits in his usual spot, head low as he looks at his phone. Tenko hears your voice and his body tenses. He never really got why you are so mean to him… you and Touya just picked him out on your first day of school and it's been like that ever since. At least you were humane in your bullying.

Todoroki walks into the room first then you behind him. You always follow him like a puppy and Tenko takes it.  He had no idea why you stuck around with him at all, Touya's rudeness does not exempt his girlfriend or friends. Though, Tenko does not know if you are, in fact, Todoroki's girl. He hopes not.

"Keep your filthy stuff out of my way, Shimura!" Todoroki barks and kicks Tenko's backpack to the back of the class.

Tenko doesn't react. He knows better than to keep valuable items in there for how much it gets kicked around on a daily basis. Tenko waits until Todoroki sits then gets up to get his bag. Like every other day. It is getting so lame.

"You're such a loser," you bite at him with rolling eyes. And really, you are right. He just lets anyone trample on him all the fucking time. Tenko is the definition of a loser. He should show up on Wikipedia as an example. He sinks onto the desk, collapsing under the weight of it all.

At least you're wearing that shirt he likes on you. It's making up somewhat for how bad this day is. 

He is good at staring without anyone noticing… without you noticing. It's so bizarre. Another reason why he is the biggest loser on this planet. You are so mean to him yet he can't stop thinking about you… can't stop thinking– Tenko sighs. You would actually kill him if you knew the places his mind wanders… especially when his cock is in his fist.

Tenko sighs.

》》》》

School is finally over and he is the first one out of the building. He can't wait to fling himself into his bed and sleep, just take a nap and forget about the weight for a moment. He hates school. He hates being alive.

Of course it starts to rain like crazy the second he is off campus and he forgot his umbrella despite Toshinori reminding him to bring one today. He practically drips when he's finally on the bus and then, of course, because today is one of those days–

Tenko's eyes widen and he lets out a desperate sigh. He is already cold, rain soaking into every inch of his skin but the coldness he feels now is numbing. He cramps through his Eastpak bag, pushing around papers and books and notepads and loose pencils and trash– but he cannot find his key. When Touya kicked his bag it must have fallen out and he didn't realize. Tenko is way too tired to feel anger yet the frustration still stores somewhere deep in his body, a place he leaves untapped for everyone's sake. He could of course decay the door but then they would have to get a new door and that is just dumb.

Tenko slumps against it instead and his head sinks, droplets of rain trickling from his white hair. He tries to use all his techniques… tries to count and tries to ground, tries to say that dumb poem and distract but he still starts to itch at his neck and eyes. It feels like hours pass but as he checks his phone, it's been half an hour. Tenko doesn't cry about stuff. And there is no reason to cry now. It's just been one of those days… those god awful days… those no good days that have been piling up–

Tenko holds his breath when a shoe– your shoe– kicks at his. It isn't with malice just to get his attention.

"Wet puppy not allowed in the house?" You taunt and he can't get himself to look up. It feels like you are 8 feet tall,  over him with so much power in your aura. He is about to get crushed like a disgusting little roach. He will make sure to say thank you.

"My key must have fallen out of my bag when Todoroki kicked it," Tenko's voice comes out rough and restricted. You can hardly hear him over the pouring rain.

"Tsk." He doesn't have to look up to see your eyeroll. You turn away and walk a few steps. Then he hears something hit the floor. His stomach tightens. "I know. Take better care of your stuff, dusty," you sigh and walk away. Two doors down the row, getting out your own keys and unlocking the door, stepping in without another word or glance.

Tenko is left in utter disbelief. Was it mercy? Was it just… just because? Just because you knew you could rub it in his face?

He hates that you're his neighbor. He hates knowing when Todoroki is over at yours. He hates timing when he leaves to not run into you. He hates knowing you're right there.

He gets up and unlocks the door, realizing he never said thank you.

》》》》

"Oh, no. Please come in! She's home."

Your eyebrows pull together as you navigate your way from your room to the kitchen to grab some water.

"You're no bother at all! (Y/N)!"

You move to the door and your whole body tenses seeing the pale blue hair towering over your mom's size. Shimura. What in the world?! You put on a neutral face.

"What's up?"

"You guys get comfortable. There's snacks in the fridge," your mom says and you realize she must have just been heading out when Shimura knocked. "He's so polite," she mumbles in your direction with a smile and a wink and off she is, closing the door.

"What the fuck do you want?!" You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I… I made fluffy pancakes. I w-wanted to say thank you… for the key," he trips over his words, looking everywhere but your eyes. "I-I am sorry. I'll just–"

He puts the plate down on the little table by the door and turns on his heel. His heart is pounding so loud you can hear it. He never meant to talk to you personally but just drop them off and hope it was enough.

"You already finished chem homework?" You asked as his gloved fingers touched the door handle.

"Y-yes?"

You mumble some curses and groans under your breath. "Can you help me? I don't fucking get it."

He turns to you again, eyes twisted and lips tight. He gives an unsure nod, not really buying that you of all people would ask him for help. He is the loser. You aren't.

You take the plate and put it in the kitchen then lead Shimura to your room. Your chemistry notes and books are all spread out on your bed.

Tenko takes a second to let the room register. He has thought about your room many times. Imagined you in all kinds of ways in it. But he was so off. "Your pc set up is really nice," he comments, immediately recognizing that there was thought and knowhow behind it.

"Thank you?" You smile softly. "Took a while to– anyway." You grab your notes and the two of you sit down on the bed.

Shimura begins to explain but you hardly listen. You are too focused on his gloved hands. His quirk truly is something. Even during training he doesn't use it. It's part why everyone picks on, thinks he's so weird. He doesn't wanna be close to people, it's so easy to pick him out. He is practically begging for it.

"You aren't listening?" Tenko realizes and blinks at you.

"Cmon, just do it for me," you groan.

It would be so easy to not protest. He would do it and be out of here in a matter of minutes but if he does it once… you will force him again and again. And quite frankly, why should he be scared of you right now? It's just you. You don't have Todoroki and co to back you up.

Tenko puts the notebook down and gets up, mustering up every ounce of courage. "No. Do your own homework."

Your face twists with confusion then you laugh softly, "oh, shit. So you can be not a total pushover? Insane."

He rolls his eyes and walks out of your room, down the hallway and to the front door. Your apartments are exact copies of each other so he has no trouble finding his way around.

"Bye," he shoots sharply. "Thanks again for the keys."

You can't even say anything else before he's gone, your front door falls into its lock. You shrug to yourself. Weirdly enough there's a sensation of satisfaction spreading in your chest. He said no. He actually said no.

Tenko can't believe he told you off. He just walked out. He just… he is shaking. Today is so bad… just such an awful day. He wants to crawl under a rock and never come out, just dissappear from life altogether. He wants to forget you… wants to erase every circling thought he has about you. Why can't you just be nice to him? He'd do your homework… he'd do anything. 

》》》》

It's the weekend when Tenko and Toshinori walk home from grocery shopping like they always do. Tenko is pretty sure that he is so acutely aware of his surroundings because he needs to be utterly vigilant to avoid your or Todoroki's scrutiny. You are sitting on a bench before the apartment complex, hugging your own legs and it is obvious that you are upset. It is cold and you're just in a t-shirt and there really seems to be no reason whatsoever for you to be here.

"Toshi, I go check on (Y/N)," Tenko announces and Toshinori now notices too.

"Alright, champ. Give me the bags," Toshinori takes the grocery bags and heads off, separating from Tenko as he walks past you.

"(L/N)? You okay?" He asks, voice coming out breathy and rough. He can't help how his heart beats faster. He doesn't know if it's fear or the crush he has on you.

You startle. You were so absorbed in thought you didn't see or hear him approach. "What do you want you fucking creep?!" You bark but he now sees that you've been crying.

Tenko sits down beside you. "Go inside it's cold."

"Why would I listen to you, loser?!" You say but only shrink. "I can't go inside. Mom told me to leave… her new boyfriend is over."

"Oh," Tenko nods. "Then call Touya to pick you up or something?"

"Why would I do that?!"

"He's your boyfriend… I don't know."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Tenko can't help but feel satisfaction at the confirmation. He was pretty certain that Todoroki and you didn't date but… he never truly knew. "You wanna have dinner with me and my uncle?"

It takes you a while to answer. "The pancakes were pretty good."

Tenko smiles a little.

Toshinori doesn't mind and you help Tenko prepare dinner then the three of you eat together. It is awkward because Toshinori is under the impression that Tenko and you are friends and the two of you are telling all these half lies to somehow get away without revealing the true nature of your relationship. He is the loser and you are the bully. Or something like that. Because Tenko is also pretty sure Todoroki wouldn't have dropped off his key that day or that Tenko wouldn't have cared if it was Todoroki being upset. And of course, Tenko still has this huge crush on you that just doesn't go away.

Toshinori needs to leave for patrol after dinner and you stay, helping him wash the dishes and Tenko isn't oblivious to your eyes flicking to his ungloved hands time and time again. He is in his own home. Whatever you may say… he will be okay.

"You know," you begin, taking a long break again. "Your quirk isn't useless. But you need something like Mr. Aizawa to actually fight."

Tenko thinks about all the times you told him how utterly useless he is. Whenever there were group assignments in hero training you and him ended up in the same group. And you were always the one who bailed him out when Todoroki targeted him; when everyone did because he is the weakest link. He is useless in those situations.

"I wanna be a rescue hero. I don't need to fight."

"That thinking will get you killed, you dummy. You need to defend yourself. Even if you'd just spin some lore about how scary and dangerous your quirk is, it would be a warning… but you just wear your gloves all the time and never use it."

"What do you mean?" He frowns and looks at you.

"I mean," you step closer to him and he drops the sponge, raising his bare hands high in the air to keep them as far away from you as possible. His eyes flicker to the gloves on the counter and you use your quirk to make them hover to the coffee table, out of his reach.

"Your quirk is scary. It could be repellent. A tool. But you are so scared of it," you taunt.

He hits the wall and then feels your body press up against his. His mind gets lulled, he can only feel your knee between his legs, dangerous close to his crotch now and nothing else. 

"Like who the fuck is scared of their own quirk," you laugh and now Tenko is scared you move even an inch closer. He reaches for your wrist, his pinky extending wide to keep away from your skin.

Your gaze shifts to where he touches you and he watches you swallow. "See. That's what I mean. Shitting myself right now, won't lie. Your pinky touches me and I am gone. That's intimidating, that's a tool."

"I don't wanna use my quirk like that," Tenko tells you and pushes you out of the way, going for his gloves. 

You make him fall to the ground so easily because he doesn't know how to stop you. "Then learn how to properly fight and defend yourself. I won't always watch your stupid back, loser!"

And something about that makes his blood simmer. You? You watch his back?! Since when?! You stab him again and again and again in the back and heart; everywhere. Your words hurt, your disgusted glances even more.

"All itchy now, Shimura?" You coo.

Tenko is boiling. He didn't realize he started to scratch his skin. He yells out and gets up from the floor, tackling you to the ground. "You're so–" He doesn't know how you even did it but now he is under you, pinned down by your bodyweight. You aren't even using your quirk.

"Sloppy," you grin, pinning his wrists down to the ground. You are so close now, breath fanning over his face, your chest pressed against his.

"(Y/N)--" He chokes out when he feels your fingers in his palm, eyes going wide with fear. Your thumb touches his, index and middle finger next. "Stop."

You do and sit back, not shy to have your whole weight resting on his crotch. Something he has yearned for so desperately for so long.

"Shimura–" Your eyes widen.

"Please, get off," he whispers, eyes staying glued on the ceiling. He will die. This is his death. All because he wanted to be nice to you.

Tenko's breath hitches when he feels your breath hit his neck. He closes his eyes, squeezes them shut. You roll your hips. Just once. Just applying minimal pressure but his mouth falls open nonetheless releasing a restraint whine.

"You think you're so slick about staring at me, creep," you husk and then get up, pulling him up by his wrist. You sit down on the counter, still grinning as he hurriedly puts on his gloves. He doesn't dare to look at you.

"Have you ever kissed anyone, Shimura?"

"No," he whispers. "Can you leave now? We- we're done… please leav–"

"Wanna kiss?"

His eyes suddenly shoot up, meeting yours. His red gaze is shocked and calculated, trying to read your intentions. "Why?" He scratches his eyes. "Don't be like this– don't trick me with this shit!? Why are you so–"

"I mean it," you say genuine. The act drops from your muscles. "But I won't kiss you… you gotta kiss me."

Tenko sighs. "Are you serious? You won't tell people I forced–"

"Shimura."

He lets go of a restrained breath. Tenko felt like he was shaking all over. This is a bad idea. You are tricking him. You must be. But what if you aren't? Then this is his chance.

"I won't ask ag–" Your eyes widen for a second, taken by surprise at his sudden initiative. He stands between your legs, gloved hands on the table beside your thighs, awkwardly pressing his lips to yours. He doesn't move his rough lips at all, just holds them on yours and you can't help but smile into the frozen peck. Your hands move into his hair and you start to really kiss him. Shimura learns fast and you get much more into it than expected. Your skin is all fuzzy, your mind clocking out. Your tongue slips into his mouth and he can't stop the soft whine reverberating from his lungs.

It feels so good. It feels so good he doesn't ever want to stop. He doesn't ever want to not feel you like this. And he is so sure you enjoy this too. You enjoy kissing him. You and him are kissing. 

He eventually needs to pull away for air or he would pass out. His face falls to your shoulder, able to breathe in your scent with every deep inhale. He sighs when he feels your nails on his scalp, raking through his bleached hair.

"You okay, Shimura? You–" You ask, about to make a joke but when he straightens up and you see the deep blush on his cheeks and how big his eyes are now, how absolutely feral he looks at you, you can't think of anything.

"Cat got your tongue, huh?" He grins and now you are the one looking at him like a lost puppy for once… for the first time… and it's like a drug. Maybe you bully him to get those eyes from him? He'd understand. He'd fucking get it.

"You get one kiss and suddenly are– hm." He hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you forward, closer.

"Shut up," he says and kisses you again.

It is obvious he just runs down all the tricks you've done before but you are not the one leading this kiss now. He doesn't let you come up for air either, cupping your face and holding you in place. He is so desperate and demanding and you feel skin melt… especially at your core.

You bite down on his lip and he groans from deep within his stomach and you finally manage to pull your swollen lips away. "Fucking pervert," you whisper breathlessly. And contrary to your hostile tone your hand slides down his surprisingly toned chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Your eyes met, silent but clear confirmation on both sides.

You unbutton his jeans and slide your hand into them, massaging his bulge over the thin fabric of his briefs. 

"Ah," Tomura sighs softly and his head drops to your shoulder again. He has dreamed of this.

"Don't tease me," he heaves.

"I do whatever I want–"

He bites into your neck and you have to muster up every last bit of self control to not whimper like a bitch in heat. He is driving you crazy. Shimura Tenko. Him. You push at his chest, getting to your feet, "you fucking loser."

And now he smiles and your stomach churns. "At this point you calling me a loser just turns me on," he giggles softly, high on chemicals he hasn't ever felt running through his blood stream before.

You take his wrist and walk through the apartment to his room, pushing him on the bed and you absolutely loathe the hearts in his eyes, the small little, satisfied grin. "You need an invitation to take my clothes off?"

He laughs softly, "does it bother you so much you're turned on?" He moves his gloved fingers up and back down your arms, leaving goosebumps despite the fabric separating your skin. He takes off your shirt as you ask, shy again for a moment but you rip off his hoodie before he can act upon his hesitation.

"You have no idea how lucky you are," you mumble, head heating up with humiliation. It would be social suicide if people found out but the feeling between your thighs is getting agonizing… it aches for him. You want this… you want him.

"I do know," he smiles and travels soft kisses over your shoulder. "Fuck, I do know how lucky I am." He still thinks this is a dream.

"Shimura," you sigh, rolling your hips on his crotch again, desperate for friction. "I hate you so much."

"You should be nicer," Tenko smiles up. He is having the time of his life. You want to bite him. He flips you around, lays you down on your back and kisses your neck, timidly suckling and nipping until you breathe heavier and roam his body with uncontrollable hands.

"You should be nicer because you're getting super desperate and I can still choose to be mean, bitch," Tenko whispers against your ear, giving you a taste of your own medicine and you moan out.

You can't believe he is talking to you like that. He's terrified of you. He's such a pushover and such a loser and he's so hot. "No," you whine. "I'm nice." You plead and your hand now moves into his briefs, fingers wrapping around his erect cock. "I'm so nice… loser."

He lets out a laugh, or a moan or a bit of both and his pants are gone in an instant. He's big. Bigger than what you expect. You wonder for a second if Touya is insecure about it. You assume he must have seen Tenko naked at some point. After swimming or intense hero training, take a shower or the summer camp. Because you know for a fact that Tenko is bigger than Touya.

Your thumb moves over his pretty pink slit, just the ghost of the touch and he whimpers so divinely. You apply more pressure, precum leaking from the sides of your thumb and he chokes back a moan. Your wrist loosely moves down his shaft and back up, alternating speed and pressure.

"(Y/N)," he sighs, head falling back against the pillows. "Please… please, be good."

You squirm a little. Fuck. You want to be good. You want to be good for him. But you're not… not one bit. Not to him. You never have been. "Shimura? A-are you sure? Are you sure you wanna… do it with me? Your first time?"

He raises his head, beads of glistening sweat on his rough skin. "Only you… no one else."

You can't help but smile. It feels different with him. It feels like he really wants you and not just your body and it is weird and confusing and overwhelming. You kiss him again, softer… more mindful and sweet even if you're jerking him off at the same time, pumping his throbbing length in your fist.

You pull back, brushing his hair away to admire him. "You imagined that, didn't you? Jerking off, pretending it was me." Your tone is all sultry and his stomach his flipping and flopping around like crazy.

"Did," he hums. "Every day… fuck… every day." Tenko feels how he is getting close. Too close. "Please… stop… stop, baby."

"I don't know," you kiss his cheek. "Wanna see you cum."

"Wanna be inside you," he whines and bucks his hips into your hand, heels digging into the mattress. "Stop."

"You can't do anything about it, loser boy."

And Tenko realizes that you're wrong. You are so damn wrong. He reels at your moan and your perplexed face when you're suddenly under him. One swift movement. Your eyes are doe like, astonished yet again by his sudden boldness.

"I told you to stop? Good girls listen… you know that, right? Or are you so dumb you don't get it? Didn't I tell you to be nice? Didn't I?"

"You did," you whisper back, cheeks heating up visibly. You can't believe you are into this… into the way he talks now. He's so different.

"I did." Tenko takes the rest of your clothes off and just stares at you for a long while, admiring your exposed body sprawled out before him. He is so lucky. He is the luckiest guy in the world.

"Shimura," you try to cover up as the moment lasts a little too long but he takes your hands.

"You are so beautiful."

"You are so cringe," you look away.

He takes your chin between his gloved fingers and you are once again entirely mesmerised. He kisses you, softer. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. "Fuck me already, dumbass."

"You see… I don't really know… how," he laughs in the crook of your neck.

You can't help but smile. You change positions again. His hands hold your hips, plush skin spilling between his gloved fingers. He feels your thighs next, exploring your body more urgently. He stays away from your tits, scared he will wake up when he gets too greedy.

"Condom?" You ask.

"Y-yeah," Tenko reaches for the drawer and gets the unopened box Toshinori got him some time ago out. He never imagined he would actually get to use it. He watches how you rip it open and read the packet as you do. Your eyebrows drop and you curse something under your breath, looking utterly annoyed.

"Look, this will work for now but you should probably…. Size up you know? So it's comfortable." You tell him and hold the single condom to his mouth, tossing the box. "Bite," you smile. And who is he to not do anything you say? He bites down on the edge of the sachet and you use the leverage that gives to tear the thing open. His heart starts beating so fast now.

"(Y/N)...?"

"Yes?" You push your hair back and look at him, the seriousness catching you off guard now.

"Do you really want to do this?" Tenko asks.

You feel a tug in your chest. You don't think any guy you've been with asked what you wanted. And especially with their cocks as hard as his is right now, you are sure that none of them would have accepted a no. They did not care about you. Not like Tenko just did… like he does. It feels intimate on a level you haven't experienced yet. 

"Because we don't have to… I know you don't like… like me… I just–" Tenko bites his lip hard when you put the condom on his cock, sliding the sticky latex down his shaft until it snugly sits against him. He lets out a soft breath. No, you were right. This works for now but… it's not comfortable. And not in a condoms aren't comfortable way but a this just doesn't fit right way.

"Just shut up, okay?" You tell him. "You think I'd put up with you–" He pulls you in for a kiss and you are glad. You kiss for a while, naked bodies just tangled against each other. He is still too scared to fully explore every inch of your skin. You wish he would take off the stupid gloves.

"Ready, loser?" You say, lips softly brushing against his. He looks at you through lidded eyes with his hair stuck to his forehead. His rough lips are swollen and pink just like the flush in his cheeks. He looks ethereal.

"Yeah."

"Shimura? Just tell me if something is wrong, yeah?" You want to make him feel as comfortable as he makes you feel but you know you're terrible at it.

"Will do."

He watches with meticulous attention how you lift your hips and he panics for a second because he should have probably given you something beforehand. That's what you do, right? That's foreplay? It's too late for that now. You know what you're doing… it's gonna be fine.

"Oh!" He moans out. His body tenses as his aching tip slides into your snug hole. It's unlike anything. Nothing could ever describe the feeling. "Fuuuck," he breathes deeply. You take him slowly and Tenko's attention sharpens with every inch, with every little moan and whimper escaping your lips. And then, he is sheathed entirely inside of you. He can feel every flutter and clench of your warm, snug, velvet walls. It is pure bliss. Your wetness drools from your cunt, making such a pretty mess between you. Tenko's eyes are transfixed to where your bodies are joined now. He is invading you, he is part of you right now.

"T-tenko," you whisper, sharply. Your head is thrown back, your lips parted and your chest rises and falls heavily.

Not Shimura. Not Loser or dusty or anything. But Tenko.

You whine softly and roll your hips. He can see the shiver running down your body. He has to stop himself from coming right then.

"Y-you feel so good," he presses over his lips in short pants. "So warm and tight and soaking."

You smile. And again. Tenko fists the sheet at your sight, nearly losing it. You look so dumb, so puppy-like. He feels a fire start in his veins but he doesn't know what to do about it yet.

You gasp when you try to pick up the pace. Your bounces come irregular, your pace sloppy and out of place. You are trying to keep your eyes on him but you hardly can as they keep rolling back or crossing. Tenko is panting and whimpering with every drag of his cock, looking at you like you are a goddess blessing him. You are.

"M'sorry," you whine and your nails drag into the skin of his chest, leaving red lines.

"Fuck… for what?"

"Not going faster… need a moment… so big… so full."

"(Y/N)," he whimpers. "Lewd bitch." Tenko doesn't know why he said that, why it felt so good to say it. 

"I am… just a lewd bitch. T'is all I am."

He grabs your hips, eyes shooting wide open. He feels a tingle all over. He grabs your hips and thrusts his own hips up, seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain alike.

"Please!" You sigh, eyes rolling back. "Wanna be fucked. Wanna be good for you. Tenko."

He gets it. A switch flipped in that moment. He flips you over, lays you down as he kneels between your legs with his cock in his hands. He aligns it with your entrance, eyes on you to make sure he isn't hurting you. Your fingertips dance up and down his toned arms, eyes full of hearts; he isn't making it up. He pushes his pelvis forward slowly reentering you and seeing your utter happiness about it is nearly better than the feeling itself.

"You're so good f'me. You're such a good girl. The best girl." He kisses your cheek softly, bottoming out and staying like this for a moment.

You smile. A smile that is unlike any he has ever seen. It is full of bliss, full of satisfaction and fulfilment and you just look so dumb and it makes his blood seethe.

"Fuck," he groans. "Dumb little slut."

You kiss him at that. The kiss is feral like you're trying to consume him. His hair keeps getting in the way, falling forward into his face, or hitting you.

You giggle and so does he. It is magic. You collect all the bothersome strands and tie them up, kissing his nose when you're done.

"I'm gonna fucking die?" Tenko pants and slowly starts to move in an irregular pattern, dragging his cock along your gummy walls deeply and slowly. "You're so cute. You're so fucking perfect."

You mewl and he whimpers feeling your nails scratch down his back. "Shut u-up."

He thrusts harder at that and you cry out, hands flying up to his face. "Ten!"

He grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you for leverage and starts to pound into you. The sounds you make are so obscene, so perfect. Your skin is slapping together rhythmically. "You're perfect, you dumb slut. So perfect!"

"Tenko," you wail, surrendering to him completely and gladly.

"You hear me?"

You nod as best as you could.

"I'm gonna cum," Tenko hisses and whimpers, kissing your face so softly in contrast to the relentless pounding.

"Cum for me, you loser," you whispered between gasps and moans, grinning.

"Are you close?" He fists the sheet beside your head. "Tell me you're close!"

"D-don't worry a-about me." No boy has ever made you cum… something is for sure wrong with you. He can't help you either.

Tenko barely has an idea about what he is doing, but he knows he is not a selfish lover. He raises his gloved hand to his mouth, pulling off his glove with his teeth. You don't realize.

His hand travels between you and he needs a moment to find the sensitive nub that is crowning your delicious cunt but he does. He knows he is at the right place when you squirm and moan his name more desperately.

"Does that feel good?"

"Y-yes… fuck, yes."

You cup his face and try to kiss him but you're both just gasping and panting into each other's mouth.

"Tenko?" Your back arches suddenly, your eyes meet his like you're saying your farewell. Your nails leave indents in his dry skin, holding onto him for dear like as your eyes fall shut suddenly and your mouth gapes.

He can feel your gummy falls dance around him, fluttering and swelling with your orgasm ripping through. He fists the sheets with his gloved hand, his face drops into the crook of your neck as he moans out lewdly, ropes of his own pleasure caught in the latex. He collapses on top of you, the two of you just panting and you're still shaking, jerking every now and then. Tenko makes sure to keep his exposed hand away from you.

After a moment he feels your ghosting fingertips run up and back down his back, then release his hair from the hair tie. "Get off, loser!" You whisper but it's with endearment, it's with a smile. You take off the condom and then you're gone for a moment, probably using the bathroom.

"Wow," Tenko whispers to himself. How would he ever get enough of this. How would he ever get enough of you?

You return and sit on the bed, looking at him somewhat coyly. All the boys you've been with wouldn't even look at you after, wanting you to just disappear. But Tenko isn't like that… right?

"You okay?" He asks with a smile, pulling you back to lay beside him. "Did I do something wrong?" He sees the sadness in your eyes. "I didn't really mean what I called you–"

"I'm fine," you kiss his nose. "It was amazing. What about you?"

He can't help the wide smile that spreads on his face and he hides it in your skin. Answer enough. He is happy.

"I didn't know you dye your hair," you say, fingers going through his strands, tugging slightly at the dark roots.

"Hm."

"Emo."

He pinches your side and you squirm in his arms. "Stop!" He buries his face into your shoulder and bites, making you squeak. "Tenko!" Your laugh is so beautiful. He has never heard it before. You have never before laughed from your heart like you do now.

He smiles.

"What… now?"

You get on top of him, your hands are on his throat but you don't squeeze. "I will kill you if you tell a single soul about this, Shimura. I swear I will end your life."

"I won't… I'm not Todoroki," he spits, not realizing what he is implying and you get it. You understand what he is saying and it makes you feel sick but you don't want to think about it now.

You lay in bed some more but eventually decide to get some air. The heat isn't leaving your bodies, staying tender in your cheeks and you both agree that going again isn't an option. You are tired.

You sit on the roof and it's chilly. Just what you need. Your legs are dangling over the edge, your gazes on the city light ahead.

"I know I don't have to explain anything to you," you start. "But… I had sex with Touya one time… when I was too drunk to say no."

Tenko's head turns swiftly to look at you. "W-what?"

"Don't make a big deal out of it…. It's whatever," you shrug.

No. No, that is definitely not what it is. It's not whatever. It's wrong… so wrong and Touya shouldn't get away with it. And worse, the videos and pictures Touya idly showed to all the other boys, some kind of prize or badge to him, now Tenko knows they were taken without consent too.

"It's not whatever," he mumbles.

"I– I won't be nice to you at school now, you know, right?" You say, peering over to hope and see some kind of hurt but his gaze is hard and indifferent.

"Sure."

"We can keep having sex if you want? Friends with benefits situation."

"Just that we aren't friends," Tenko breathes deeply.

"Yeah… just that we aren't friends."

The next day Tenko walks into class with one glove missing. You take notice of him the second he steps into the class and you take notice of the missing glove as well. He seems focused like he is on a mission and he would let nothing get in his way.

"Dusty!" Touya laughs. "How was your weekend bro?" Touya's mocking tone and false intentions were flashing like billboards to anyone.

"It was amazing, actually," Tenko husks and with one swift movement touches Touya's phone. Everyone gasps and you jump up. What was that for?

Touya is yelling and cursing and threatening but Tenko sits down in his seat with a determined face.

He should have done that the first time Touya showed nudes to the other boys. If he gets into trouble it is absolutely worth it.

Your and Tenko's eyes meet for a brief second. You don't know about the pictures and videos and Tenko wants to save you the shame. He feels like a puppy again when you roll your eyes, uttering an insult under your breath.

And it's been like that ever since. Not really technically friends with benefits. But Tenko is sure you still are somehow friends. A friend would definitely help patch him up and lay frozen beans on his bruises like you did the following afternoon to the phone incident. And a friend would ask about what games he likes to play and listen to his rants and be there when he's sick. Granted, a friend wouldn't insult him at school and be part of the Todo-gang. With Todoroki being Tenko's main bully. But a friend also wouldn't have sex with him nearly every day because you cannot keep your hands off each other. A friend would probably not discover all these kinks and preferences along with him. A friend wouldn't beg for him like you do and submit to him the way you do when he is balls deep inside your soaking hole, a friend also wouldn't push him to the brink of madness, rendering him a whimpering mess. That's not what friends do.

Tenko isn't your friend. He knows that. He hates the idea of being your friend. 

He loves you. He is utterly, madly in love with you. And it is starting to hurt.

"Tenko! Tenko!" You cry. "Fuck!"

He has your arms pinned above your head, holding your wrists together with one of his hands. The two of you have switched to artist gloves, allowing skin to touch with still having the safety of fabric covering him.

He is different today. Like an animal. He has a mission. A goal.

His free hand is playing with your clit, his fat cock dragging deliciously deep into your gummy walls. Each thrust makes you shake and wither in his hold. He wants to break you and he is so close.

You agree that it is hilarious. You are the bully at school and Tenko is the pushover loser who lets it happen, but when you have sex he is the one being the bully and you happily take whatever he deals out.

Tears well in your eyes as you throw your head back against the mattress. "Ten! Please! Can'tcan'tcan't! Stop! Stop! Fuck!"

His gaze lifts from your swollen pussy and it is almost sinister. "Take it," he says breathy but calmly. "Just take it… like I always take it when you're mean."

"I'm not! Not anymore!" You sob. "Not mean to you."

He laughs in your face, following it up with a tender kiss. "Liar."

It's not entirely untrue. You have dialled back your attacks and group work with you is kinda fun these days… only if none of the Todo-gang is involved. 

You nod, big tearing eyes pinning his down, knowing it's true. You could be nicer. You could be his friend… really.

"I love when you cry," he groans. "You're such a dumb little fucking girl, look at you. Look at you," he coos.

 "Tenko-kun– I will– it feels–"  you try to warn but lack the words to describe this new sensation so all you do is wiggle and arch and completely melt in his touch.

"Cum for me, baby. I got you. I got you, baby girl. I'll promise you'll be fine."

"I know," you squeal. "Trust you so much." The grip on your wrists loosens at that and his gaze is much softer now but you are too blissed out to realize.

When you say stuff like that it just hurts because Tenko doesn't know if you mean it. He wishes you would.

"Ten!" You gasp and with a final hard drag of his cock he makes you come undone, fall apart in his grip.

"Fuck!" He growls, pulling out to make way for your squirt to escape. Your legs are trembling, your body tensed with your hands ripping at the sheets and you are utterly silent, nothing but pressured inhales and exhales leaving your mouth.

"Messy slut," Tenko grins. He keeps rubbing your clit, coaxing more liquid out of you still before sliding back into your ruined cunt. You bring your arms up to his shoulders pulling him closer.

"Ten," you whisper against his skin, utterly spent and fucked dumb. You hold him close as he slowly down, kissing every inch of your shoulder and kissing the trails of tears from your cheeks.

"Atta girl. So good for me like always," he whispers.

"What happened?" You whisper with a smile. "What was that?"

"You squirted," he smiles. "And it was so hot."

"Oh… I swear I was scared I peed myself."

He smiles, "you did so well for me."

And then you realize, eyes shooting up and mind sobering up from all the endorphins in a dooming crash. "You didn't–?"

He pulls out, cock still hard and throbbing with an angry red tip and you know it's not on purpose. Because if he wanted to continue he would not let you come down alone.

That never happened before. And it scares you. You hate it. He looks away ashamed, hands nipping at his skin for just a moment before you grab them. 

It's not like he didn't want to cum… he just couldn't get himself there… not even when he finally got you to squirt. Not even then? Something is wrong with him.

You both sit up. Your eyes now register the mess you've made of him and his sheets.

"D-did I do something wrong?" You ask. "Was it something I–"

"No! Of course not!" He cups your face.

Silence. 

"I… I should clean this up," you swallow the hurt and get up but your legs don't want to work.

"No. I'll do it. You go clean yourself up, alright?" He kisses your forehead.

You nod, moving slowly to gather your stuff and head to the bathroom.

Tenko sits there for a moment cursing himself. What is wrong with him? What is the issue suddenly?! You are the hottest girl on this earth to him and your compatibility when it comes to sex is insane. Why wouldn't he be able to finish?!

Tenko feels his heart sink when he hears the front door fall shut.

No… you didn't do anything wrong. He loves you. He just loves you and this fling stuff just isn't what he wants.

》》》》

You haven't talked in 3 days. You are avoiding him like the plague and somehow that is worse than your ridicule.

The hallway is empty when he stands before you. You are at the top of the stairs and he is at the bottom. Tenko always keeps his head down at school but not right now. He is looking at you, standing tall and he swears he is about to come clean in some form but then Touya comes into view behind you.

"You are coming to the party, right?" He says and walks ahead, oblivious to your hesitation and the charge in the air. "Wear that blue dress, I like, kay?"

"Why would I?" You finally snap out of it and head down the stairs. Tenko going up, gaze finding the floor again.

"I'm asking you. It looks good on you. Makes your tits look nice."

"Tch."

Tenko hates that you let him talk to you like that. He hates that you let so many guys reduce you to just your looks.

"What ya looking at, dusty?!" Touya barks and Tenko doesn't even realize he grimaced. Normally, Touya would leave it at that and Tenko would just walk away. But since their altercation about the phone things have been more hands on.

Touya shoves at Tenko's shoulder and he loses his balance falling back. It would have been bad. If he would have really fallen. He would have definitely ended up needing to see recovery girl. But he doesn’t fall. He hangs in the air and his gaze immediately shifts to you, seeing your wide, worried eyes and stretched out hand. You grab Tenko's gloved hand and pull him to stand again.

"Are you okay, Shimura?" You ask, holding the back of his elbow.

"Yes," he clears his throat and his voice shakes. "Thank you." He doesn't look at you. Not knowing what to do with Touya still there, with how things are between you right now.

You turn around to Todoroki, seething. "Are you fucking crazy?!"

Todoroki bites his tongue. No one ever calls him out.

You stood up for him. You saved him. And you called him by his name. You touched him. All in front of Touya.

It could be that easy? It could be so easy then after all?! It is nighttime when Tenko cannot take it anymore. He storms out to knock at your door but you are standing before him. In a sexy black dress, wearing platform heels. Tenko doesn't know if it is the dress Touya wanted you to wear. He hates that thought.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"Not now," you want to walk past him but he gets in the way.

"(Y/N), please. I… I can't have this be a fling anymore." He needs more. He is selfish and greedy but he needs more. He loves you. He does.

"I gotta go," your voice shook.

"Why are you going?"

"Why not? My friends and I are going to a party. Why wouldn't I go?"

"Because they aren't your friends."

"You don't even have friends, Shimura. What do you know? You're a fucking loser. You have never been to a fucking party, or been part of a group. Or been important to anyone! You're nobody. You are all alone!"

Tenko swallows, his face twitches and he starts to itch at his neck almost instantly. "Okay," he whispers sharply and turns around, closing the door and sliding down against it. He hasn't cried in so long but he cannot stop the tears from coming now, hugging himself.

》》》》

Touya snickers as he gets you to his car. "You drank like you are asking to black out," he laughs.

You just hum. That was the idea. You wanted to forget how much you hated Tenko.

You fix your seat belt somehow and the car starts to move. Touya is so spoiled. Gets a car. Gets gas money. Gets everything he wants. Well, almost everything. But he still thinks he can take whatever he desires.

"Hand off," you warn when you feel his warm palm on your thigh.

"Oh cmon. We usually fuck after parties?" He pouts.

"It was once… because I was drunk," you sigh and lay your head against the cool glass of the window. "I don't want to sleep with you."

"I think you do."

You don't answer, feeling yourself getting tired with the alcohol lulling your senses. You doze off for what feels like half a second but when you wake up the car is parked in utter darkness. Touya is trying to pull the top of your dress down to expose your breasts.

You freeze for a second then your fists begin to glow as you pull your energy into it and strike across his face.

"You fucking bitch! What the fuck!?" He bellows but it's faint because you're already out of the car and just hurrying away in a random direction.

Tears shoot into your eyes and you sob. You haven't cried in so long but you are now. You can't stop the tears from coming.

》》》》

It is absolutely ridiculous. Tenko is waiting at his door, leaning onto the railing of the balcony to look out into the parking lot, waiting for Touya's stupid car to pull up. He just wants to know you are safe.

It gets late. And later and even later and then a figure stalks into the space, hugging herself.

Your tears are still running but you have fallen into a state of delirious apathy by now. Or so you thought because when the elevator doors open to Tenko looking distraught and worried you just sob again, falling into his arms.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?" He repeats, kindly stroking the back of your head.

"Peachy," you muster a smile through your tears.

"(Y/N)," he sighs. "Are you okay?" He is so serious, holding you in place by your shoulders and you realize what he is truly asking.

You nod and sniff. "I punched Touya in the face and walked for two hours."

Tenko sighs yet again but it is more relieved now. "Atta girl."

"Ten–" Your sobs drown out your voice.

"Cmon, I'll make you some quick Ramen."

"You don't have to force yourself to be nice to me now… not after what I said," you heave. "I don't deserve it."

And somehow you still end up in his kitchen. Somehow he still finds it in himself to be there for you, to be gentle and kind and caring when all you've been to him is awful. 

Tenko is full of love. He has so much love to give. Touya picked the best guy to tear down and everyone but especially you have been complacent in the bullying. 

You change into one of his shirts and the two of you lay down.

"Do you have to throw up?" He asks.

"No."

"I hate when people throw up."

"I don't have to throw up."

"Good."

Silence.

He turns his head to look at you, making out the tears still coming from your eyes silently in the dimly lit ambiance. "Why did it bother you so much that I didn't cum that day?" He asked.

"Because I'm only worth something when I am desirable… when I'm accessible too. You don't want me anymore and I can't deal with the rejection. I can never."

"Shut up!" Tenko wants to scream but it comes out as a whisper. He sits up and turns fully to you. How could you think that about yourself?! "Have you ever considered that I want to be intimate with you because I like you! Because you are awful at playing video games but you still do it because I like it. Or because you are so damn confusing, kind as the softest soul and a bitch at the same time and you cook for me and you let me rant and you laugh so beautifully it makes me ache. Because you– you try so hard to get better, because you like dogs so much and because you help people. If you tell me we won't have sex for the rest of our lives I would still love you!" He chokes up at that. "I love you! You are so much more… so much. I was feeling awful because all I could think about was that you aren't mine! Not truly. It had nothing to do with you. And you are more than just a body, (Y/N). Dammit."

"B-but y-you said, you said you didn't want me anymore?"

"When did I say that?!" He frowns and thinks really hard. "No! No. No! I meant I don't want this to be a fling anymore because I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend!"

"Oh."

Tenko can't help but laugh. You sniff, focused on his scrunched up nose and flopping hair. He is beautiful. He is breathtakingly handsome. You reach out and touch his neck. Your fingers softly slide over the self-inflicted wounds there from scratching. It is your fault and you know it.

You cup his face and he gets quiet at the seriousness in your eyes. "I am sorry… for everything, Tenko," you say. "I am so sorry. I am sorry."

"Okay," he nods. "It's okay."

"It's not," you hug him. "I know that."

"You really need to sleep," he softly kisses your temple. He does not need to talk about it now. He doesn't need to rewind the flicker of resentment he might still feel, somewhere deep inside. He is sure it is cancelled out by the love he feels for you anyway. You will have to talk about it but not now.

"Why are you still crying?" Tenko offers softly.

"I don't know. I am so stupid," you fist his shirt. "From the first time on it's been different with you, tou treated me differently, better and I still… got in the way."

"Then get out of the way?"

You think for a moment. "Yeah."

He is right.

》》》》

Tenko slips the hood of his sweater on and grabs his backpack. He makes sure he packed everything, especially the lunch Toshinori prepared because if he doesn't Toshi will worry.

Tenko knew it wasn't the time to resolve everything on Sunday. You slept until way into the afternoon. He actually went over to inform your mother but of course she hardly cared. And when you finally woke up you were just so out of it; hungover and emotionally exhausted. It was okay really. It really was okay.

Tenko grabs his keys and closes the front door, locking it two times. He is deeply in thoughts, thinking about you and him and what will happen now that he came clean. He told you he loved you. What the fuck.

He turns and nearly jumps into the wall. His heart stops beating altogether.

"Hi," you smile and take his hand, locking your fingers to his. "Slept well?"

"Y-yes?" You walk to the elevator together, then the bus. On the bus you lay your head on his shoulders despite schoolmates already being on it.

"A-are you better?" He asks eventually because he cannot take the looks anymore. You look so different. More… you. The you he knows anyway.

"Yes," your thumb softly traces his covered knuckles. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"

"Y-yes! Yes!" He squeezes your hand.

You lean over and kiss his cheek, pushing back his hair with a smile.

"(Y/N)?" He just stares at you in confusion.

"What? Am I not good at doing this girlfriend thing?" Your face goes pale.

Tenko is sure he suddenly developed his grandmother's quirk. He is sure he floated for a second. He is so sure. He feels like he is on fire. It's a good itchy. It's amazing.

"No," he smiles with teeth. "You're doing great."

Tenko can't lie. He is terrified when you arrive at school and your hands are still tangled up. He is shaking. Everyone is looking and everyone is staring and mumbling and uttering.

"You're doing great too," you smile at him. "You're fine."

You saw Touya a mile away. The whole left side of his face was black and blue. He steps up to you and Tenko, keeping his eyes down so you are sure he hasn't even registered it yet.

"Can we talk?"

"No," you say.

"Tch!? What the hell is your problem?!"

"Fuck off, Todoroki!" Tenko says.

And now Touya finally looks and sees. His eyes stay at your interlocking hands then raises to your face and then his and back to yours.

"You are kidding, right? You are kidding?" He laughs.

"Let's go, Ten."

"Ten?!" He laughs more. "You are unbelievable. Is this to make me jealous?!"

You take a deep breath. "Nothing I do from here on is about you… has anything to do with you. You are awful, Todoroki."

"This fucking loser?! You bitch can't be serious?!"

"Leave her alone," Tenko threatens.

"Shut up!" Touya barks. "Go fucking kill yourself, you freak!"

"Stop!" You let go of Tenko and shove at Touya's chest. "You are just an asshole, Touya! And I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry your daddy doesn't fucking love you and you feel the need to hurt other people because of it! And I am sorry I let you, I am sorry I was part of it. But we are done, you can fuck off!!"

The people in the hallway all gasp and Touya blinks in shock at someone talking back at him.

You take Tenko's hand and walk ahead. He can feel you shaking.

"I love you," he says.

For the first time in his life, Tomura Shigaraki has full control of his quirk. With this newfound freedom, there is so much that he wants to do. And it just so happens that you are at the very top of that list.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Contains: GN!Pronouns, Smut, Soft Shigaraki, Penetrative Sex (Reader Receiving), Oral Sex (Reader Recieving), Pre-Paranormal Liberation War, Post-PLF Manga Spoilers tho, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Massage, League Shenanigans. (Honestly, no crazy CW's with this one lol. It's just fluff and smut and angst lol)

Notes: I tried to write something wholesome to try and heal our mourning Shig-simp hearts... It had mixed results lol.

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That seemed a little too easy.

It’s the first thought that crossed Shigaraki’s mind when he came to on the Doctor’s operating table. Don’t get him wrong, the time Ujiko had spent vivisecting him from finger to finger had been hell on earth, but it seemed to go by a little too quickly for four months. 

“That’s because it’s only been a week,” Ujiko explained as he approached Shigaraki with a paper cup of water — an absolutely pathetic offering considering the world of pain the man had just mercilessly put him through.

But Shigaraki took it anyway.

“Didn’t realize that there were going to be breaks,” he said before knocking back the cup in one gulp.

“Once we begin the transference of All for One, there won’t be,” Ujiko explained, “What I was working on this time, was completing your quirk.”

Shigaraki’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

Ujiko chuckled, gesturing to the paper cup in the new leader’s hands, “Why don’t you try putting your pinky down?”

He shot the doctor a confused look, not sure what exactly that would accomplish other than sparing him a trip to the trash can. But upon Ujiko’s nod of reassurance, he looked back down at the cup, bringing his raised finger down on its crease experimentally.

Shigaraki’s eyes widened immediately.

The cup was still in his hand.

It didn’t turn to dust. Didn’t even crumble or sport a single crack. He touched it with all five fingers and yet it stood with as much integrity as the steel IV pole next to him. 

He snapped to the doctor, something unreadable in his voice, “Is… Is decay gone?”

“No, no of course not. I’d never purge you of such a powerful quirk,” Ujiko assured, “You just have control over it now.”

Shigaraki willed decay to activate, testing Ujiko’s explanation, and in an instant, the cup dissolved under his touch, just like he was used to. 

He stared at his hand in disbelief, the dust falling through his fingers. He couldn’t believe this…

“And it’s not just turning it on or off, all or nothing,” Ujiko continued, “You can stop the spread of decay at certain points, activate it with just one finger — you have full control.”

Shigaraki snapped to Ujiko, intensely. Desperate. Maybe he should’ve been doing a better job of maintaining his poker face like Sensei would’ve, to try and hide the way this was affecting him. But he just couldn’t. Not now. Not when something he’d longed for so badly, so primally was so close to his grasp.

“Are you sure?”

Ujiko didn’t seem to take notice of this lapse of control however. Or at least, he didn’t care. His bushy mustache just raised with a small smile and pride in his work.

“Quite sure.”

 Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed. He was not fucking around here, “ How sure?”

Ujiko’s smile shifted slightly, a challenging smirk pulling at the corners as he offered his own hand as fodder.

Shigaraki slapped his fingers fully atop the back of Daruma’s fat hand, letting the full extent of his anger and emotions drive him. He wanted to test this fully, test that even in fits of passion, he wouldn’t lose control.

And he didn’t.

Daruma Ujiko stood just as whole and living in front of him as the moments before. The only change was the chuckle of satisfaction that Shigaraki’s dumbfounded expression brought him.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Daruma said, turning back to start pulling out equipment for the next phase of experimentation, large hulking tubes and wires that looked more akin to HVAC parts than real medical equipment.

Neat wasn’t exactly the phrase Shigaraki would use. But he didn’t really care anymore. 

He had shit to do.

“Now, regarding the next steps in your transformation—”

The EKG machine behind him beeped loudly and suddenly, signaling that it had been disconnected. Ujiko turned back to Shigaraki curiously, watching as he pulled off the various electrode pads scattered across his chest and back.

“You don’t want to get started?”

“Tomorrow,” Shigaraki answered, ripping the IV from his wrist as he hopped off the table.

“But what about the power? Your dreams?” Ujiko pressed, something strained, irritated starting to form in his voice, “I would think that these are all things you’d want without delay.”

“I do. But achieving them one day later won’t kill me. And I have some shit to take care of before I grind for four months.”

Ujiko clicked his tongue, clearly unsatisfied with this new development. 

He knew exactly what Shigaraki had to go take care of. And he didn’t like it. Didn’t like you . He’d never liked you in fact. You asked too many questions. Had too many suspicions…

But Shigaraki didn’t care about the doctor’s disapproval, simply turned to him after slapping a bandage over his free-flowing wrist and commanded, “Warp me back to the villa.”

This clearly wasn’t up for discussion. Ujiko could’ve protested, sure, but at the end of the day it wouldn’t have mattered. Shigaraki wasn’t a kid anymore, far from it. He’d taken the mantle of true leader by force, and held his head high with the confidence that accomplishment deserved. If he wanted to do something, he was going to do it. The risk of upsetting the doctor or even his master was not a concern anymore. It barely ever had been.

So in the end Ujiko just sighed and turned to his obedient servant sitting patiently in the corner, “Johnny.”

Shigaraki didn’t so much as flinch as the warp came spewing out of his mouth. In fact, a rare sheen of childlike joy took over his features instead. Daruma noted this with a shaking head as he warped away. Oh well. If Shigaraki wanted one last night with his companions, with his little distraction , who was Ujiko to get in the way?

This was the last night he’d have control over his own body after all. Might as well let him enjoy it.

“Robber!” you cheered victoriously, pumping your fist over the seven you rolled.

“Noooo, not again!!” Toga cried out.

You grabbed the little gray token off the board, twirling it around tauntingly as you hum, “Hmmm, and where should I put him? I wonder…”

Spinner glared at you from across the board, “If you put it on my wheat field one more time—”

“Great idea Spinner!” you mock-gasped, already well aware of where you were planning to put it, and slap the Robber down in the center of Spinner’s monopolized wheat hex. 

“Great move! Cheap shot! ” Twice, the last player of the group, piped in.

“ Damn it !” Spinner punched his fist down on the table, shaking the drinks surrounding the board precariously.

“Oi, oi careful there!” you said, grabbing your glass of wine protectively, “If you party foul, you lose a turn.”

Spinner just grumbled irritably, grabbing his own beer and knocking it back to try and quell some of his frustration. You giggled at the sight. It would be easy to assume that Shigaraki was the most competitive and aggressive game player out of the League, but he actually managed to keep his cool during sessions most of the time. No, it was undeniably Spinner that was the most uncontrollably competitive, and it never failed to make you smile.

Even as the thought of Shigaraki threatened your demeanor with a frown.

You shook out the thought, because of course, you had another certain player to focus on. And you turned to her pointedly.

“Alright Toga, half your hand, let’s go.”

She gasped, “Whaaaat? What are you talking about!? I only have six cards!”

“That’s because two of them are sticking out of your sweater.”

Toga looked down to her sleeve, where indeed the corners of two resource cards were poking out rebelliously.

She snapped back to Compress in offense, who sat on the couch behind her, observing the game amusedly with his own glass of wine in hand, “Atsuhiro! You said that trick would work!”

“I’m sorry my dear,” he shrugged his hands tragically, “But it seems your sleight of hand needs a bit more work.”

Toga groaned, pulling her cards out of her sleeve and looking over which ones she wanted to discard with a pout.

Crushing his finished beer in his hand, Spinner turned back to Dabi who sat across the room, as far from the game as possible, and pretending not to watch it all, like he wsn’t invested in a single thing in this room. Not at all.

“Oi Dabi, can you grab me a beer?”

“You’ve got legs, get it yourself.”

“But the fridge is right freaking next to you!” Spinner shouted, pointing at the minifridge that actually, was not only right next to Dabi, but that he was currently resting his feet on top of.

But Dabi was a son of a bitch. So rather than even giving him an answer, he just crossed his feet over the fridge, making himself more comfortable.

“God, seriously ?!”

Shigaraki watched this all from the doorway with a whisper of a smile on his face. He’d stopped by his bedroom at the villa to grab a button down and even considered grabbing a quick shower while he was at it before coming here — the griminess of a week of experimentation sticking to him thickly. But ultimately he’d been too eager to see his comrades.

Yet, once he got to the doorway that the familiar rowdy laughter of his League led him to, he couldn’t help but just stop and take in the moment. It was nice to see them all so comfortable and content after months of chaos and vagrancy. And it was a look that especially suited you.

While you’d never been particularly materialistic or image-obsessed (if your decision to be with him didn’t make that obvious), you certainly also weren’t one to turn down the finer things in life when offered. And clearly here, you’d been offered, given the cashmere sweater and expensive bottle of wine you were currently enjoying. The regular access to showers and brand name moisturizers and cosmetics certainly weren’t hurting you either. Your skin was clearer and more glowing than he’d seen in months. You’d even seemed to have some time to style your hair today.

And of course there was your laugh. That big, uninhibited laugh that you only let out when you were truly comfortable. In general you were a pretty pragmatic person. It’s one of the things he’d always appreciated about you, particularly when surrounded by this circus that he calls a villain group. 

You approached new situations skeptically and took most things seriously. It’s not like you had no sense of humor, quite the opposite actually. But you also were very aware that there was a time and place for everything. When the pressure was high, laughter was nowhere to be found. And it had certainly been nowhere to be found for a while now.

So it went without saying that seeing you like this now, laughing over a game board, cheeks tinged slightly-red from the wine, completely taken care of and without a care in the world…

It was quite the sight for sore eyes.

“Shigaraki?”

He blinked and looked back to Spinner who, in standing to go grab a beer from the fridge, had turned and spotted him in the doorway.

“Tomura!” Toga squealed excitedly, jumping up out of her seat with Twice to join Spinner in barraging him in the doorway.

“What’re you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be leveling up with the Doc?” Spinner asked.

“Got a night off,” he answered simply.

“That’s awesome boss! Who needs ya?! ”

He turned to look past the three as you approached behind them, much calmer than the others, as usual. But that didn’t mean you weren’t just as thrilled to have him here. The adoration in your eyes was clear from across the room and it warmed him up in a way that he’d learned to really enjoy.

“It’s good to see you,” you said, simple and sweet. There was clearly so much more behind those words, but you knew how Shigaraki felt about doing shit like that in front of people, so you kept it subtle.

Apparently the caution was unnecessary though, as Shigaraki seemed to have lost his own patience for pretense. Even if it made his next words the spark that set off a firework show of “ooo’s” and teasing from resident forever teenagers, Toga and Twice.

“Yeah…” he breathed, “...Can we talk? Alone?”

It was all you could do to sit down on his bed when he told you.

“Full control?” you repeated in disbelief.

“Full control.”

You smiled, so genuinely, eyes starting to shine. You weren't even thinking about what this meant for the two of you yet, you were just happy for him, for the peace he could now live with. The burden that had eased.

“That… That’s amazing Tomura…”

Shigaraki stared down at you, a lump of nerves settling in his gut. He wasn’t affected by things like nerves or apprehension very much anymore — barely ever was in the first place, and especially not now that he had all the confidence and authority of a “Supreme Leader”. But he couldn’t keep those feelings from surfacing in that moment, couldn’t shake the image in his mind of things going terribly wrong. 

Of you crumbling into a pile of dust and viscera in front of him.

He swallowed down those fears though, and started to reach out a shaky hand, “Can… Can I…?”

Whatever apprehension he felt, you obviously didn’t share. You shot out a hand immediately, without hesitation. With complete trust in his word. In him.

His trembling palm pressed against your own firm one, fingers still raised taught and high on instinct, careful not to make contact. You slotted your fingers through his own, bringing them down to hold his hand with none of that same carefulness. His knee-jerk reaction was to scold you for being so reckless around his hands, just like he always did, but he held the words back, knowing he didn’t need to anymore. But the subconscious anxiety buzzing within him was just the same. 

You didn’t rush him either. Just gave him a squeeze of reassurance, and that was enough to finally encourage him to put a finger down. And then another. Tip by tip resting firmly and fully against your knuckles, until only his pinky remained raised.

He stared down at the horrid appendage, the one that had betrayed him so many times. That he could remember the horrible, gruesome ways in which it had destroyed in full, vivid detail now. Of the damage it could do to not only the world, but had done to his world. To Mon-chan, his mother, his sister…

The League was his world now — you were his world. And the idea of destroying that all with his own hands. It was too much. 

No, he decided, starting to pull away. This wasn’t fucking worth the risk.

But you leaned forward then, pressing your lips gently against his, locking him in place. You didn’t deepen it, nor did you pull away. You just held yourself against him, willing him to understand that this would all be okay. That he was a “Grand Commander” now, and with that came taking risks. Risks that you’d stand behind him through to the bitter end.

How you managed to communicate that all in just a kiss — how you always managed to communicate so much with so little — should’ve been a quirk of its own honestly. But regardless of how, the comfort of those unspoken words was enough to spur him forward. Shigaraki brought down his pinky.

And you didn’t turn to dust. 

You pulled away in fact, just a little, your eyes fluttering open as a soft, tearful smile spread across your face.

“Tomura—”

He surged forward, all of that hesitation and fear from before vanished in an instant. He shoved your hands together forward, pressing you to the bed as he kissed you with new fervor. His free hand came to hold your face, full and tight, all five fingers scrambling up the length of your cheek, your temple, tangling tight into your hair.

You sobbed happily into his mouth as he pulled his other hand free from yours, running it all across your body, disintegrating your clothes on contact, and then bringing those fingers back up the same route of bare skin, fully in control.

He was just as quick to decay his own clothes as you reached forward to try and tear at the top button of his shirt, which, while haphazardly done, was still too secure for either of your patience. He needed to feel you, all of you. Every inch against every pad of his fingers for the very first time.

And possibly even the last.

He didn’t want to think about that now though. He just wanted to shove you up higher onto the center of the bed, shoving your legs open wide as he kissed down the expanse of your chest and stomach. As he buried himself into your center, the pads of his fingers squeezing painfully tight into the pudge of your thighs.

But you didn’t mind the pain. Not only because it surged the pleasure just that much further, but because it grounded you. Reminded you that this was real. It promised a world — no matter how distant or near-impossible it was in reality — where Tomura Shigaraki could be whole and happy. 

Where he could fully be with you.

Your legs strained against his grip, instinctually trying to close as his working tongue pushed you closer and closer to climax. It wasn’t going to take you long at all to reach that peak. After all, the intensity and emotion of the moment aside, it had been a long while since your last coupling. The weeks of recovering from his fight with Re-Destro, the full month you all spent fighting Gigantomachia. And of course, even before that, with the close quarters and stress that came from living on the run and in complete squalor, your escapades had become pretty few and far between. (It was hard to get in the mood when you hadn’t eaten or showered properly in over a week).

So yeah, suffice it to say you were pretty touch-starved at this point, the work of your fingers on lonely nights at the villa having absolutely nothing on Shigaraki’s skillful tongue. And the voraciousness with which he assaulted your sex certainly wasn’t slowing things down for you either.

He didn’t even need to slip his long, knowing fingers into you to have you coming undone — he wouldn’t want to right now anyway, completely losing himself in the way your thighs felt squeezed between his fingers, but that feel of his nails digging into you spurred you on in their own way, ripping a cry from your throat as you came hard under his lips.

Shigaraki smirked up at you, wiping the excess slick from his chin with the meat of his palm, “Missed that.”

You smiled back at him, your own tinged with a bit of sadness as he climbed up over you, hands running up your ribcage. Because you didn’t just miss this. You missed him. And you knew that feeling wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. In fact, it was just getting started.

His brows furrowed at your expression. He’d always been good at reading you, and it’s not like you were being particularly subtle, “You good?”

You chased the melancholy from your smile quickly, planting a happy peck at the corner of his mouth before showing him teeth, “I’m great.”

He hummed, a gentleness overtaking his own features as he stared down at you. Adoration, pure and whole and unrestrained, particularly as he brought a hand back up to cup your face. His fingers spread across the expanse of your skin greedily, his thumb dipping down into your mouth. 

They were small gestures, little things that he seemed the most eager to do with his newly-attained range of touch. But it was obvious that they were huge to him. They were a freedom and a comfort that he’d been chasing his entire life. Even if he didn’t know it.

He groaned as you wrapped your own fingers around his cock, guiding him eagerly to your entrance. You had to. As much as he obviously wanted to fuck you, he couldn’t bare to take his fingers off of you for a second. He’d settle for fucking the plush of your thighs if it meant that he could hold you fully in his hands for just a second longer.

You, of course, were not so willing to settle.

“God—fuuck yes,” he growled, low in his throat, as he sank slowly into you, eternally grateful that for once your patience was even more lacking than his.

You grinned up at him`, shifting your hands to settle on the hard curves of his hips, “That’s good, huh?”

It was all he could do to nod shakily, lip biting back a breathy whine and brows knitting hard, as he tried desperately not to blow his load immediately.

You hummed happily at the sight, bringing one of your hands up to run across his cheek and through his hair. You remembered thinking a few months ago just how much those fights with Gigantomachia and Redestro had hardened him, aged him. Foolishly, it had even had you questioning briefly if this would be the end of your relationship. If maybe the shift that occurred during his awakening would chasm too big a valley for you two to bridge.

Of course, in the privacy of the League’s quarters, off of the stages and away from all the new adoring fans (bandwagoners, you and Spinner sometimes like to joke), he had been the same old Tomura Shigaraki, if not a little more confident and level-headed. He still complained about how everyone sitting on his bed eating dinner while he was on strict bed rest was too loud, still invested himself fully and kicking ass at every little game – from video games to cards – they challenged him to in order to pass the time with a cocky little smirk on his face.

And right now, with his face flushed and mouth agape with pleasure, he still looked just as young and ready to take on the world as the day you met him.

Finally he started to rock into you, slow and deep. One of his hands slipped down to the crux of your neck, fingertips biting tight into that smooth skin as he pulled you closer and closer into him. The other found a tight, desperate purchase on the handle of your hip. He used the grip of both to pump harder and deeper into you with every snapping thrust.

Minus the dry spell the two of you had endured over the last couple of months, you and Shigaraki had, overall, had a lot of sex over the last year that you’d known him.

Like, a lot of sex.

Rough sex, soft sex, angry, and fun. And while the man who claimed to hate everything would of course be remiss to admit it, there had indeed been quite a lot of genuine, intense lovemaking mixed in there too. But this right now, with all of the feelings and newness and longing that came with every stroke and whisper?

If Tomura Shigaraki was in fact capable of love, you were positive that this was the representation of that.

His lips dropped hot against the shell of your ear, peppering desperate bites and kisses along the skin as a string of breathy babble spilled out between.

“God fuck, you’re so perfect. Feel so good. Every part of you, so good. So fucking perfect…”

Overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure, it was all you could do to just mewl out his name, “Tomura, Tomura, Tomura—!”

His hips rolled against you with every hard buck, stimulating your aching sex in the way he knew you loved. That would have you clenching and spilling around him over and over again in the way that he loved. You weren’t even sure if it was intentional at this point, or if you had memorized each other’s bodies so well that it just became an instinctual part of his movement. You certainly didn’t have the forethought to drag your nails up the curve of his spine in the way that had him cursing and speeding up immediately.

“F-Fuck, I’m not gonna last like that—” he growled out, rutting desperately into you in spite of his own warning.

“G-Good,” you breathed back, rolling your hips right back into his, “Don’t.”

“B-But—”

He couldn’t get the rest of the words out, his mouth overtaken by a deliciously loud moan instead as he hit that deep, spongy spot inside of you that was heaven for the both of you. You got the message anyway.

But he wanted to keep fucking you. But he wanted this to last.

But he never wanted this to end.

You tangled your hand through his locks, reveling in the fact that there was so much more to hold now, and yanked his head back hard so he’d look at you.

“But nothing,” you smiled through hot, huffing breaths, “You’re fucking crazy if you think this is our only round.”

He stared at you in complete awe for a moment, hips almost coming to a stop as he took in this moment, took in you and the way that you always seemed to know what he was thinking and what he needed, even when he didn’t. 

Even if he hadn’t had his own dreams for the future, looking at you now, reveling in all that you’d been through together and all that you’d done for him, thinking about all that you deserved… If he could destroy this rotten society just so that you could have the freedom to be half as happy as you looked in this moment for the rest of your life, he’d gladly fucking do it.

Shigaraki’s face mirrored yours quickly after, a wide lascivious grin spreading across his face. It was all teeth and joy and feral desire to absolutely fucking wreck you. And let himself pound into you with the most reckless abandon he could muster.

You cried out at the new punishing pace, nails pushing hard into his skin, and heels locking sharp around his waist, spurred by the desperate need to have him pound into you harder, deeper, faster. Until you were completely coming apart around him, with his own violent release following close behind.

About two hours later, when you’re lying blissed out, sticky, and half-asleep on Shigaraki’s bare chest, he told you to roll over onto your stomach.

You groaned in protest — while your spirit was eager to roll around the sheets with him as much as possible before the sunrise, your body was sore and spent.

“Not for that,” he said, nudging your shoulder, “Just trust me.”

There was still some visible exasperation as you finally gave in, joints and back aching as you moved them before they were ready. You rolled over onto your stomach, dropping your cheek into the mountain of pillows that awaited you.

Shigaraki followed, moving his body over yours and straddling your hips. You were about to scold him for tricking you when, rather than grinding himself into the curve of your ass or thighs, he simply sat down on your butt and brought his hands to the base of your back. Then he started to knead and you knew exactly what he was doing.

Many a time during your months on the run did you take it upon yourself to try and alleviate some of his stress. Of course one of his favorite ways (and yours too) of doing so was to fuck each other’s brains out. But there were also many times when that wasn’t exactly an option. Whether because there were others around or because he was elbow deep in work for their next operation.

At times like those, when he was hunched over a shitty, half-dead laptop he’d manage to scrounge up from a dumpster, or held his fingers to the bridge of his nose, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to fight off an impending headache from the constant pressures of responsibility — you’d usually come up behind him and rub his neck. 

It wasn’t like you made a big show of it or anything. Most of the time you’d just reach a single hand over to him and start to stroke his neck without a word. Not expecting him to say or do anything, not even expecting a thank you. You just wanted to do whatever you could. When it was just the two of you around whatever sorry excuse for a base you’d managed to find, or when you’d been lucky enough to be settled in a safehouse with private rooms, you’d manage to talk him into laying down on his stomach, much like this, and work knots that he could’ve sworn had been there since birth, right out of his back. 

He never said anything about it, never thanked you nor told you to stop, but in retrospect he did realize that it was one of the few things that managed to bring him even a smidgeon of peace over those many stressful months, that actually got him through it all. Particularly in the fights against Gigantomachia, where, the second the beast was asleep, you’d insist he lay his head down in your lap while you rubbed softly at his temples, lulling him near instantly to do the same.

It truly meant the world to him, even if he’d never admit it. A deep, foolishly sentimental part of him always wished that he could return the favor. 

And now he could. 

Of course… That didn’t mean he was any good at it.

“Pinching, you’re pinching,” you winced as his thumbs pressed together, unoiled, on a patch of your back awkwardly.

“Oh shit,” he released his grip, settling to just rub his fingers up and down your back slowly, “Sorry…”

“It’s fine. You just can’t do it that hard if you don’t have any oil or lotion, you know?”

His brows furrowed, “You always did it that hard without any of that crap and it felt fine.

You smirked back at him playfully, “That’s because I’m really good.”

He shot you a look, completely unimpressed.

“I liked what you were doing before,” you conceded. 

This was clearly something he wanted to do, and who were you to complain or judge when he was being so unabashedly giving? 

“When you were using your palms. Just pressing and kneading with your whole hands rather than trying to do any pressure point stuff is really nice.”

“Yeah, okay…” he nodded, concentration settling over his features as he followed instructions.

You sighed, burying your face back into the pillows as he ran those hot, calloused hands purposefully up and down your back. 

This was nice. 

Again, while he wasn’t hurting you anymore, the massage itself wasn’t particularly skillful. It did put you at ease though, the way his smell and presence, the way those hands — even when you could never feel them fully against you — always managed to put you at ease.

After at least thirty minutes passed and Shigaraki showed no sign of stopping his ministrations, you peaked back up at him.

“You don’t have to keep this up you know.”

He snorted, “Yeah I know.” 

And you should’ve expected that response. Because of course he knew. He wasn’t doing this out of obligation or anything. Tomura Shigaraki didn’t do anything he didn’t want to after all.

You rolled your eyes, “I just mean that you must be tired after all that. Don’t you want to sleep?”

“I’m gonna be asleep for the next four months. I think I’ll be good missing one night.”

The message behind those words was clear. He only had so much time to spend with you, he wasn’t going to waste even a second of it with something as stupid as sleeping.

You should’ve been flattered by that. And of course you were. And truth be told, you had the same mindset as him. You had no plans to sleep that night either, even if he had. But the reminder of his fate for the next four months brought a bitterness to your mouth that overpowered the sweetness of this opportunity.

“Sleep, huh?” you said doubtfully, “Is that what the Doctor is calling it?”

“I guess suspended animation,” he corrected himself, “Or whatever the fuck.”

Amongst other things. Hellish agony he believed was the way the Doctor so eloquently put it. But he’d chosen to spare you (and the rest of the League) those particular details.

Even without that knowledge though, you still weren’t thrilled by the prospect. Of course because you were going to miss him, but mostly because you trusted that fucking doctor about as far as he could throw you. Which, for that portly little creep, you were pretty sure wasn’t far.

Particularly, because now that the excitement and happiness you’d had for Tomura’s newfound quirk control (as well as the fog from your repeated orgasms) was starting to fade into something more grounded, a sneaky little question managed to worm its way into your head.

Had the Doctor been capable of “fixing” his quirk this entire time?

A loud pounding on the door suddenly broke the silence, at least two fists rapping. And then Twice’s muffled call of, “Alright you two, you’ve had your fun! Now come out and play with the rest of us! Take your time! Make babies if ya want!”

You snorted at the call. Shigaraki was substantially less entertained.

“Jiiiin!” Toga whined from the other side of the door, “Leave them alone! They want some privacy!”

Ah, so the two fists knocking must’ve both been Twice.

“But you missed Shigaraki too, Toga!”

“I know, but…” 

A stretch of silence. And then apparently Toga’s support for love was outweighed by how much she missed her friend. Because then two more fists started knocking on the door.

“Tomuraaaa, come ooouuuut!!” Toga cried, Twice starting up his own pounding on the door right along with them.

“Yeah, yeah— come out! Stay away !”

“I’ll kill them…” Shigaraki growled, glaring at the door heatedly.

You just giggled as you rolled over under him, dropping him to sit on your waist.

“Oh don’t be like that Tomura,” you cooed, reaching up to cup his cheek in your palm and turning him to look at you, “We should all go hang out. I’m not the only one who’s gonna miss you these next four months, you know.”

He sneered at the suggestion at first, wanting nothing more than to spend the entirety of these next twelve or so hours with his hands holding on to you as tight as possible.

But then he really got thinking about it. About them. 

Spinner, Toga, Twice, Compress, hell, even Dabi. There wasn’t going to be time to fuck around with them all once he woke up. They’d be going straight into action, into war. Into the future, wherever that may lead. This wasn’t just going to be his last guaranteed chance to enjoy time with you. It was his last chance to spend time with any of them, until they achieved their goals. And by the end of all that, who even knew how many of them would still be alive?

It was a weight he’d carried around with ease as they planned out their attack over the last couple of months, a weight he’d been carrying for the past year if he was being honest. But it never felt as heavy on his soul at this very moment.

You were right. Absolutely right.

How annoying, he thought with a grumble.

You smiled as you saw that shift on his face, the slight softness that always fell over him when he thought about the League, even if he wasn’t aware of it.

“Alright?” you pressed.

He sighed, “Yeah, yeah. Alright…” 

And then let the corner of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly as he looked down at you, so splayed and fucked out and pretty. He leaned down to press a long, but surprisingly chaste kiss on you, for someone that was still sitting atop your naked form with his own.

Because just because he was going to get up, didn’t mean he was going to be in any rush.

Caught up in the feel of each other, neither of you noticed the click of the door and Spinner’s voice announcing, startlingly clear, “Guys, the door is unlocked.”

“Ack— SPINNER!! ”

“Okay, you’ve got that all memorized?” Toga chirped, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor.

“Yeah, I guess.” Shigaraki, across from her, shrugged, strongly resisting the urge to tell her about how stupid this all was (again). 

“Great! So then we start in that first position, crossed arms,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest by example.

Shigaraki sighed and mirrored her.

“Alright! One, two, three!” she sounded off excitedly, before fluttering her hands eagerly and singing, “Misssss Maaaaaryyyyy Mack, Mack, Mack! All dressed in black, black, black…”

You grinned from your position on the couch, glass of wine in hand, as you watched the two. Shigaraki was pointedly not singing along with Toga, but he was matching her claps with impeccable accuracy.

The League had been just as stunned and excited to hear about Shigaraki’s new upgrade. Not to the point of immediately jumping on his dick, but that was obviously more than okay with him.

No, they were more interested in giving him a speedrun through all of the things he’d missed out on in life from not being able to grab it with all five fingers. Playground clap games that Shigaraki, as a boy, couldn’t say he ever played even before his quirk awakened, were apparently of the highest priority to Toga.

“With silver buttons, buttons buttons— Tomura, you’re not singing!”

“And I’m not gonna,” he grumbled back, but not stopping his hands, “Take the W as it is, or don’t take it at all.”

You laughed at the sight, a new glass of wine that you were sure Shigaraki would want by the end of this.

Mr. Compress read Shigaraki’s palms next. 

They supposed that this was technically something they could’ve done even before Shigaraki’s upgrade, but with how careful and particular he’d been with anybody getting anywhere near his hands, it definitely wasn’t something they had ever thought to give a go before now.

He decided to read the palm that hadn’t been marred by the fight with Redestro, for more “accuracy” (a reasoning that Shigaraki had openly scoffed at).

“Your love line is quite straight and short,” Compress explained, “Which indicates that you don’t have a lot of interest in love.”

“Booooo,” a red-faced Toga whined from her place on the floor between your legs, shooting Shigaraki an aggressive thumbs down.

You promptly grabbed the half-empty can of chuhai next to her foot, and moved it up to the side table out of her sight. Underage drinking was officially done for the night.

Unbothered, Mr. Compress continued his reading, running his mechanical finger along the top line of Shigaraki’s palm, “Since your love line begins below your middle finger though, it also means that when you do love, you’re quite selfish about it.”

You chuckled, “Hammer? Meet nail.”

“Oh shut up,” he waved you off with his free hand.

“Next is your head line, which represents the way you learn and communicate, as well as your overall intellectualism and thirst for knowledge.” Compress turned to the rest of the group, finger raised as he lectured.

Dabi, from his place leaning judgmentally against the wall across from them, huffed, “Alright, I agree with the Boss on this one. This is really stupid.”

Toga grinned at him, pointing teasingly, “You’re just saying that because you don’t have any more lines in your palm to read! Jelly!”

“I’m not—”

“Jelly!” Twice backed Toga up with a chant, “Jelly, jelly, jelly! Peanut butter !”

Dabi just sighed and returned to his nth beer of the night.

“You have a deep and long head line, that runs separate from your heart line,” Compress continued, “That means that you’re clear and focussed, with a great sense of adventure and enthusiasm for life.”

Shigaraki snorted, “Alright, now I know this is bullshit.”

You flicked his cheek scoldingly, “Just keep going.”

“I also see a singular cross in your heart line, which suggests that you carry some emotional crisis.”

Compress didn’t linger on that point. After all, everyone in this room was dealing with the same thing in one way or another.

“The lifeline is the most interesting in my opinion,” Compress explained, “As opposed to what you might think, it doesn’t have to do with the length of your life, but the quality of it. Yours runs close to the thumb and forks downwards, which means you’re often tired and a pessimist.”

Toga snickered a bit at that, “Still think it’s BS, Tomura?”

“I’m getting the distinct feeling you guys are doing this just as an excuse to insult me to my face.”

You gave his freehand a squeeze, “Oh we don’t need the pretense to do that.”

“ Oi. ”

“There’s a circle in the line too, which predicts great injury or hospitalization.”

The League looked at him pointedly, and he just rolled his eyes.

“The last detail about your life line is a curious one. It’s short and shallow,” Compress said, cocking his head in a way that clearly indicated that he didn’t exactly agree with it, “Which indicates that you’re easily manipulated by others.”

Your frowned. 

The rest of the League members pulled faces that clearly showed their similar disagreement with the reading. But you, thinking back to all his interactions with All for One and the Doctor, everything in his life that he’d described to you…

Well, you weren’t so sure.

“Pffft, like I said,” Shigaraki scoffed, gesturing for you to hand him his wine, “It’s all bullshit.”

Deliberately, Mr. Compress did not read Shigaraki’s fate line.

You weren’t sure when the night turned into the League taking turns with choosing tasks for Shigaraki to complete, but you weren’t going to complain. You were already looking forward to Toga’s next round after she’d screamed up into the security camera you all knew Skeptic was watching irritatedly through to get her some string for cat’s cradle.

Spinner’s turn was pretty simple though, and at first, not especially different then before. You thought at first that maybe that was by design, that Spinner just wanted to spend some time with Shigaraki the way he always had.

He wanted to play video games.

Of course, there was a twist.

“Fingers down.” Spinner scolded him for what had to be the fifth time in the last ten minutes, “Toga, I need chicken.”

“Yes, chef!” she chirped back happily.

“God, fucking—” Shigaraki growled, forcing his pinkies back down onto the controller against every instinct in his body.

Years of having to hold things in a particular way had caused him to develop a very particular controller grip. One that, once, back at the bar — god, that felt like it was so long ago now — several of you had tried to mimic, just for the hell of it. (Or more accurately, just to get his goat). And it had been hard . The general consensus had been that no normal human should be able to hold a controller like this, let alone hold a controller like this and be as good at video games as Tomura Shigaraki was. 

Now though, the shoe was on the other foot — or more accurately the controller was in the other hands — as you all forced Shigaraki to go a couple rounds of Overcooked while holding the pro controller like a normal fucking person. And it was not going well. 

“Stop dropping shit!” you yelled hysterically next to Shigaraki, “Do you see how many burritos we still need to make?!”

“Do you think I’m doing it on purpose?!” he shouted right back, possibly more worked up than you’d ever seen him.

Toga on the other side of him giggled. She and Spinner were having absolutely no trouble at all on their side of the kitchen, “Tomura, I thought you were supposed to be good at video games.”

“I am! I’m just not used to this grip— FUCK! ” he screamed out as his character once again fell off the map, throwing his controller down onto the carpet.

The room erupted in doubled over laughter and “woah woah woah’s”, over the tantrum the sorts of which none of you had seen since the early days back at the bar.

Maybe he wasn’t such a good sport after all.

With Twice’s request, even you had to admit that things were getting a bit ridiculous.

Twice slammed his elbow down onto the table, holding his palm open for Shigaraki to take, “Gimme all you got, boss! Go easy on me, please!”

Shigaraki, on the other hand, seemed the most enthusiastic about this one, placing his own elbow on the table and grabbing Twice’s hand tight in his own with a cocky grin. 

You suspected that the many beers he’d knocked back (not to mention the entire bottle of wine the two of you had killed together) played a decent role in that, but it was also impossible to deny that their dear leader was fiercely competitive, no matter the game.

“Ready?” you asked, looking between the two. They nodded, and you begrudgingly stepped further into your role as referee, clapping as you counted down, “Three, two, one— arm wrestle!”

The room blew up in a (small) chorus of screams and cheers.  Actually, even that was generous. As referee you were expressly forbidden from picking sides (Twice was very serious about that), and Compress and Dabi were too composed and too uninterested respectively to participate. It was just Spinner and Toga going wild and slamming their hands on the table as Shigaraki’s and Twice’s muscles strained against each other — although they were more than loud enough for the whole group.

“Go, Jin go!” Toga cheered rhythmically, “Go, Jin go!”

“Kick his ass, Shigaraki!” 

The match lasted a respectable amount of time, both sides putting up a pretty damn good fight. And while Twice was built like a tank and was no slouch either — he probably would’ve won this by a moderate margin a couple of months ago — Shigaraki’s month-long escapade with Gigantomachia had given him a strength and will that surpassed Twice’s own.

“Arrrrgh— damn it !!” Twice shouted as Shigaraki slammed his fist down into the table definitively, “Great game Shigaraki! Die!”

You chuckled as Twice got up from his seat, head dropped in defeat, then turned to Spinner, who was already rolling out his dominant shoulder.

“Next challenger,” you gestured to the seat, “You’re up.”

Dabi didn’t have any requests throughout the night (surprise, surprise), just a lot of eyerolls and snippy commentary. But he also didn’t ever split off from any of you, which made you consider that he may not have thought this was all as stupid as he claimed.

The part of the night he seemed to enjoy (or at least, not vocalize his annoyance or the group’s childishness over), the most, was when around 4 am rolled around. 

Out of ideas and exhausted, but absolutely refusing to go to bed, the League decided to take a particularly noisy and drunken nightwalk around the property (much to the dread of whichever resident’s window they passed). This quickly turned into an equally harebrained climb up onto the roof so that you could all watch the sun come up.

That sunrise was still a good hour or so away though by the time you all got settled up there, and as chatty, adrenaline-filled, and drunk as most of you were, the late hour and comforting breeze was starting to get to you all. 

Twice and Toga had long fallen asleep, heads resting together. Compress, with his hands folded over his stomach and Spinner, curling up tighter into a ball with every minute, were not far behind. Dabi’s eyes were closed, but he might’ve still been conscious. He didn’t make a sound either way.

Only Shigaraki seemed to be wide awake, staring up at the waning moon with a complex expression on his face. He looked like he was thinking hard, but also somewhat at peace. Grateful for this moment, but already mourning its inevitable end. Exhilarated by the future that began for him tomorrow.

Wondering just what exactly he’d be leaving behind in the past.

You watched this all cross his face, not shifting between expressions, but clearly feeling it all at once. Overwhelmed, and unprepared to process it all. The one thing that seemed to keep him grounded was the hand that held yours, tight and warm. Anytime tonight that his hands weren’t occupied with whatever silly ringer the rest of the League was putting through, he was threading those fingers right back with yours, savoring the one new experience that he truly wanted to indulge the most in. 

And you were more than happy to let him.

He shifted a bit in surprise as you nuzzled into his shoulder, squeezing his hand just a bit tighter in your own.

“You’re still awake,” he commented, voice horse with the sleep his body clearly wanted.

“So are you,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, just breathing him in.

“Yeah, but you need sleep,” he chuckled, “Like I said, I’ll be having more than enough of it for the next four months.”

You stilled against him, frowning. 

Right. The next four months.

Shigaraki seemed to sense your shift in mood, and kicked himself. That was a stupid thing to mention again when you’d finally managed to put it out of your mind for a few hours, and when that fate itself was even fewer hours away.

He ran his thumb with a restlessness that was once reserved for his nails against his neck. Even with that itch seemingly gone for good from his life, Shigaraki was still a fidgety person by nature. Especially when uncomfortable.

“You guys will be busy,” he grumbled, “Planning the attacks, organizing your regiments, training… You’ll barely even notice I’m gone.”

You didn’t comment on the stupidity of that statement, even though it was a really, really stupid and patently untrue thing for him to say. Because frankly, it wasn’t what was on your mind at the moment, not the front of it anyway. Of course the fact that you were going to miss him and these days together was a constant parasite, gnawing and suckling in the back of your brain. But truly, your current concern was a bit less melancholy. Less abstract.

Shigaraki had full control over his quirk now. And it was great and beautiful and nothing short of a miracle of course, you wouldn’t trade this night and all the memories opened up by that particular door for anything in the world. And yet you could not fight that question that had first struck your mind the first moment you had to actually think about it.

Why now?

That question wrenched through you painfully, no matter how much you loved the feel and sight of his hand in your own. Because sure, Shigaraki had been out of touch with the Doctor ever since All for One’s arrest. But what about the last sixteen some years that he’d been at the personal beck and call of All for One and his ward? Why hadn’t he ever adjusted Shigaraki’s quirk then? Was it a matter of technology, a breakthrough in quirk alteration he only recently was able to make? Or was it something else? Was there something bigger going on here? 

What was he not telling you all?

Shigaraki looked down at you, giving that flat expression of his that you knew translated to concern. You looked up from your locked hands to meet his gaze. He stared into you, those deep pools of carmine that stood so hard against the rest of the world, now soft and imploring. Even more than they were for the League. This look was for you.

“Tomura—”

“It’s gonna be worth it.”

You paused, that newfound calm confidence in his voice silencing you in an instant.

“I know these next four months are gonna be hard for all of us. This war is gonna be hard for all of us,” he said, turning to stare back up at the stars, “But it’s all going to be worth it in the end. We’re gonna make a new world where you’re all able to live as you want to. To be free. And this power that the Doctor is giving me... That’s going to assure that it all happens.”

“And… You don’t think that you can do all that now?” you breathed, “You’ve gotten so strong already, Tomura. Maybe you don’t even need that power.”

He turned back to you with a small but sincere smile. The one that betrayed that deep down tenderness he always tried so earnestly to hide. That called his bluff, revealing that there were feelings other than hate in that cursed body of his.

The one that made your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t want to take any chances,” he said, bringing his free hand — all five fingers — to rest on your cheek, “Not when it comes to my comrades’ dreams.”

Not when it comes to you .

Those unspoken words were loud and clear.

You swallowed something tight in your throat, fighting the burn that threatened to overflow from your eyes, the worry that brawled to burst out from your chest and ruin everything. But you had no choice but to shove it all down.

Forcing a smile onto your face, you squeezed his hand tight.

“I understand.”

His own smile remained the same, although a bit of relief did seem to fall over his eyes. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple and stayed there, breathing as much of you in as he possibly could.

Shigaraki had made up his mind. He was going to go through with this. And there was nothing you could say, no concern you could voice or ultimatum you could give that would change his mind. This decision was beyond his own wants and dreams at this point. It was for something far more important to him, even if he’d never admit it.

This was for all of you.

And who were you to stand in the way of that?

The fears wouldn’t ease with time, the nagging in the back of your head wouldn’t be forgotten through training or planning or anything else that you could do in the next four months to try and drown it out. But you just had to suck it up. You had to support him.

You could talk about your fears and the Doctor and any secret ambitions he may have after this ordeal. After the war even. You could talk about anything then, really. It was only four months after all. 

And the two of you would soon have all the time in the world.

Love Spell

Summary: He knows he’s got you hook, line and sinker by the way you bite your lip and make room for him between your legs. It’s so desperate it almost disgusts him.  You are Shigaraki's biggest fan and he wants to break you.  Cw: Tomura shigaraki x female reader, slight yandere reader, shigaraki has a hero kink, mean shigaraki, degradation, choking, spit kink, dumbification, pro hero reader, traitor hero reader, controlling/possessive shigaraki, dacryphillia, intercrural, unhealthy relationships, begging, praise, mdni wc: 3.3k | crossposted to ao3

You feel dirty. 

You feel dirty, cold and disgusting every time you do this, but you just couldn’t stop. 

You can’t remember when it started or who made the first move on who, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re here now, under him as he leers over you, grin wild and wicked knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. 

“What’s going on in there, hero?” Shigaraki questions you, his body towering over you as his legs straddle your thighs. 

You know better than to lie to him. 

“N-nothing.” You meekly reply hoping he’ll be satisfied with your answer and move on. 

He brings a hand down, holding your cheeks together and you wish he would lean down, get closer, give you more. “That’s right,” his voice is low and filled with amusement, “nothing going on in that dumb little brain of yours.”

This time you whimper, thighs pressing together to hide your arousal. It would only be dragged out more if he knew how much his words turned you on. 

“Stupid little hero. What are you here for?”

“Y-you.” You squeeze through pressed cheeks. 

The answer does not satisfy him this time. “What about me?”

“Your cock. I came here for your coc— ah!” Your words are cut short as he flips you over, cheeks mushing into his dark pillow. 

Shigaraki wastes no time disintegrating your shorts and dragging your underwear down playfully slow. 

It drives you mad. 

“No! No— Shigaraki, I-I want to see your face, please!” You beg and it would be pathetic to your own ears if you weren’t so horny. 

The low rumble of his chuckle has arousal pooling in your belly and you can almost feel the slick sliding down your cunt. 

“You want to see my face?” He mimics and you nod as best you could with your face pressed down. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

And you’re back on your back, sigh of relief falling from your lips as you meet Shigaraki’s red gaze. 

He leans forward and you feel your heart rate rise, his hair brushing your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “but don’t think this means I’ll go soft on you, hero.”

You nod, uncaring and wanting nothing but him — too smitten by his proximity to really care how he treats you. 

His smile should insight fear, make you curl away and run, but it only spurs on the warm feeling in your chest even more. 

He knows he’s got you hook, line and sinker by the way you bite your lip and make room for him between your legs. 

It’s so desperate it almost disgusts him. 

You are Shigaraki's biggest fan and he wants to break you. 

A hero is still a hero, traitor or not. But there’s nothing in the rules against using the prettiest one he’s ever seen for his own benefit. Especially when she becomes such a loyal puppy for him in his bed. 

He pulls down his own pants, cock red and leaking at the ordeal and the sight of it makes you reach forward. You want to take him into your hand and take care of him yourself but he stops you, slapping your hand away in disgust. 

“Don’t touch me.” He hisses, eyes filled with vitriol and anger. You nod and lean back, waiting eagerly for him to touch you. 

It’s never the other way around — Shigaraki has made that clear more than once. 

He lazily drags a finger between your folds, the touch making your hips jump forward in surprise. You’re so wet the slide is easy. 

“Whatcha’ so wet for, slut?” He questions slowly pressing his index finger into your sopping cunt, forcing a moan from your throat. His finger reaches deep and it has you gasping, fighting with everything you could to refrain from fucking yourself on it. 

You knew better. If you tried to take more than he offered, he would take it away. 

So it’s to your delight when Shigaraki takes pity on you and pushes a second digit in, dropping the rest of his body down to lap at the sensitive area of your neck. 

You moan unabashedly, glee of the stretch making you dizzy, but it doesn’t end there.

Shigaraki takes his time, gliding his fingers in and out of your cunt, searching diligently for that sweet spot inside that drove you mad. He presses deeper, pulling a gasp from you as he finds exactly what he’s looking for, abusing the spongy spot as he sucks dark bruises into the column of your neck. 

The push and pull is intoxicating and you feel the warmth in your abdomen spread as the feelings become more and more intense. Shigaraki nips at your neck, the sharp pain pulling your focus back to his ministrations and you chance tangling your fingers in his ashen locks. 

He allows it, you can even feel the small grin sneaking onto his face and you’re sure you’ve done the right thing. 

You should have known better. 

Tomura takes your distraction in stride, pressing a thumb to your sensitive clit and massaging it along with his other movements. The pressure is so intense you almost fall apart then and there.

Almost.

Shigaraki has shown you time and time again that nothing is ever easy. He wouldn’t let you cum so soon — and he doesn’t. No, he takes his fingers away from you and sits back, taking in the sight of your ruined orgasm. 

“You didn’t think I'd let you go that easy, did you?” His grin is wicked as you writhe below him, forcing yourself not to reach down and finish the job on your own. 

“N-no.” Your response is meek, but he enjoys it. Shigaraki leans down, face so close and you feel lost in his carmine eyes — you can’t help yourself when it happens. 

You lean forward to kiss him, feeling captivated by his gaze and Tomura swiftly turns his head, avoiding your lips and leaving you high and dry.

He scoffs, pulling away once more to give you a halfhearted glare. “No, thanks, hero.”

Begging was on the tip of your tongue, only stopped by Shigaraki hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, putting your cunt on full display for his eyes only. 

The chill of the room made you shiver, but you didn’t dare shy away from him. 

“Such a pretty cunt, such a pretty girl. Too bad you’re a dumb little hero.” His hand is uncharacteristically gentle as he rubs your smooth thigh. 

His words pull a whine from your throat, eagerness getting the better of you as you stir, ready for anything else he would give you. 

Shigaraki grabs your other leg, throwing it over his shoulder as well while his cock rests on your pelvis.

It’s thick and heavy on your abdomen, already leaking precum onto your stomach and near your navel. You feel the heat pool between your legs at the thought of his cock bruising your insides with its girth. The thought is electrifying and you squirm under his touch.

Shigaraki seems to finally take some pity on you as he starts to thrust, pressing your thighs together. They are soft and plush under his grip and he moans at the friction. 

You can’t beg him, if he knows you want him inside he’ll just continue to fuck your thighs, cumming all over your stomach while he lectures you about patience — leaving you horny and unsatisfied.

So you wait, allowing him to fuck your thighs while you watch his eyes close and sparse brows furrow at the sensation. 

He gets lost in the feeling and looks down at you, his ruby red gaze pulling you into a trace. “You want me to cum like this?” He asks through thrusts. 

You don’t, but you know he just might if you tell him that. 

“Y-yes. Whatever you want.” You hope he believes you. 

Shigaraki’s lids lowered, the unamusement plain on his face and you know you’ve fucked up. 

“Liar.” He spits and you whimper. “Fine, I’ll give it to you, just stop looking at me with those eyes.”

He spreads your legs once more and kneads the sensitive parts of your inner thighs. It makes you cry out. 

“Shut up,” he spits, sneer on his mouth as he straightens up, sliding his cock between your wet folds and pumping it with your slick. “Before I really give you something to cry about.”

You worry your lip, tired of the game and downright sick of the waiting. 

“You know what,” he ponders as he lines the thick head of his cock with with your entrance, “I just might.” 

His smile is wicked as he gives you no time to mull over his words, instead choosing to fill you completely and suddenly, the ache of the stretch makes you cry out, eyes pressed shut at the intrusion. 

“What?” he questions, wasting no time setting a heavy pace, hips pulling back only to snap forward, shoving his cock further into your soft walls. “Thought you wanted it, hero?”

You reach a hand back, gripping the pillow beside your head as you try to hold on to your tears. The throb of the stretch was nothing compared to the rough rhythm the villain set. You couldn’t hold your cries in if you tried, but you knew Shigaraki would only try to make them louder. 

“Yeah, that's it,” he murmurs, steady pace rocking you against the bed with a force that slowly drives you up towards his headboard, “cry for me.”  

Tomura’s red gaze is locked on yours as he drags his hand up your body and to your breast, cupping them with a gentle squeeze. You moan out at the action and gasp as he tweaks a perky nipple between his forefinger and thumb. 

He slowly moves his hand up further, reaching the column of your neck as he failed to hide his grin. 

His hand is large as it wraps around your neck, four fingers down and one dangerously close. It was close enough to make you sweat. It was a threat. Don’t move too much or I’ll slip, he would tell you. It scared you to your core but god it turned you on, too. 

You gasp at the feeling, fear furthering your dizzy pleasure.

“Open your mouth.” Shigaraki commands, and you oblige — eager to please. “Stick your tongue out.” You do, causing him to chuckle. 

“You look fucking stupid.” He leans over sticking his own tongue out and you watch as the slick clear spit drips from his tongue down into your mouth.  

“Swallow it.” His words are sharp and you do as you are told, hoping that maybe he would give you a reward, but he doesn’t — you receive only a dark laugh in return. “Nasty bitch.” 

His words are filled with vitriol, but you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you. Shigaraki closes his eyes, pounding into you as his fingers press onto your neck. 

The pressure makes you gasp, vision going blurry. 

Shigaraki can’t help it, he can’t help the way your pretty cries fizzle out when he presses too tightly or holds on for a little too long. Deep down, he feels like you deserve it. It's his own special way of knocking you down a peg — of knocking all heroes down in more ways than one. 

You can tell he is getting lost in it by the way his rhythm is smooth and he has the perfect amount of pressure on your neck that makes your brain fuzzy and makes you see stars. 

But what he doesn’t know is that he’s driving into you so good and it’s making your eyes roll back with the way the head of his cock brushes against your sensitive spot inside. It doesn’t help that he's only picked up the pace, mistaking your silent cries for overstimulation. 

He’s hitting it over and over again, each brush sending jolts of pleasure up your spine and try as you may but you just can’t keep holding on. 

Tears build in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you realize you won't last much longer. The pressure inside of you was getting tighter and tighter as your thighs began to squeeze around his waist. 

You’re close.

So close and you can’t stop it when it happens — your brows furrow as your thighs tense at the sensation.

You’re about to cum and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

You can’t even make a sound because Shigaraki is squeezing your throat again and that’s all it takes. It pushes you over, back arching as waves of pleasure shoot through your body. 

The feeling is so good and you can't stop the tears from escaping now, body in a state of extended euphoria as your lungs struggle to inhale more air into them. 

It's an accident, an honest accident that you couldn’t have stopped if you tried, but you know the man above you would never see it that way. 

“Did you— did you just cum on my cock?” You can see the anger through the lust in his eyes as he slows his pace down to a much more shallow thrust. It makes you shiver. 

“Yes! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Shigaraki—“

“God, you’re such a slut.” He huffs, like this ordeal was no more than a mere inconvenience instead of a mind numbing orgasm. 

You feel relieved, fully believing he would not punish you for something you couldn’t control.

You’re wrong. 

In an instant, Shigaraki pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach and caging you beneath him. 

“You feel so needy, right?” he questions, pulling a whine from your throat, “Needy girls just want to cum don’t they? You don’t need to see my face.”

At this, you feel the thick press of two fingers sinking into your cunt, the slick from your orgasm making them slide in with ease as the smooth feeling of Shigaraki’s digits bring tears to your eyes. 

“I do, Shigaraki, please—” you start, ready to beg for his forgiveness. You would do anything to get him to fuck you within an inch of your life again, “A-Ah—!”

He wastes no time in continuing his attack on your sensitive walls, pulling a cry from your throat as you writhe from the overstimulation. You've already cum once and the added pressure of his fingers pinpointing your sweet spot is only driving you closer and closer to another one. 

Your mind feels muddled as you have no choice but to lay there and take the pace Shigaraki has set with his fingers, the rising pleasure making your toes curl as even more tears fall from your eyes and onto his dark pillow. 

“Yeah, that’s it.” he murmurs, loving the submission you’ve given him. 

Shigaraki presses down on your back, pinky carefully raised as he his other hand goes in and out, pace ruthlessly steady as he pulls you towards another climax. 

Overstimulated and crying, you are only along for the ride as Shigaraki forces another orgasm from your already wracked body, the slick juices coating his fingers and feeding the fuel to his fire. 

“Oh, fuck.” he breathes, riding out your climax as you cry into his pillow, it feels electric as he carries you through it. 

You can’t help the next words that leave your lips, too intoxicated by the ongoing pleasure given to you by the man above. 

“I’m sorry, Tomura!” you blubber, tears blinding your vision as you gasp for air. You're drooling on the pillow and ruining his sheets but you can't stop — it just feels too good. “I love you!”

Tomura is behind you, caging you on the bed, his warm tongue licking the tears from your cheeks. “You love me? Well, isn't that cute.” 

He doesn’t say it back, he never says it back but you tell him anyway. What else could this overwhelming need for him be called?

He doesn’t give you a second to breathe as he flips you back over and slides back in — picking back up on his aggressive pace while you fight to stay coherent. 

He’s fucking you so hard and so deep you barely register the crown of your head knocking against the headboard from his thrusts. 

“The pretty, dumb little hero is in love with the villain, hm?”

You’re openly crying, the tears flowing freely as you writhe from overstimulation. 

“But it’s okay. I’ll guide you — I’ll help you.” He rants on, thrusts only getting rougher. “I’ll show you how much the heroes don’t care about you — I’ll educate you. Teach you a lesson.” 

You’re whining, keening high and needy as you feel your next orgasm approaching. 

“You want that? Want me to fuck you stupid and bring you to my side?”

You nod, desperately chasing your high again. 

Shigaraki is amused. “Or maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just get you pregnant and leave you. Tell your little hero friends you got knocked up by a villain, hm?” He’s close to your ear, his hair tickles as it fans over your cheek.

You didn't care what he asked of you at this point, you were inches away from your third peak of the night and you would agree to walk with him into hell if it meant he would make you see those stars again. 

“Yeah,” he mutters to himself, having reached a conclusion, “I think you’ll make a good example.”

You feel caught in a trance as Shigaraki continues his pace, eyes locked on yours as his mischievous grin widens. He loves to see you broken and needy. But you knew, deep down, he would never stop calling you to his bed, no matter how many times he’s threatened you. 

His eyes close, getting lost in the pleasure as his strokes begin to stutter and become uneven.

“Gonna cum — where do you want it?” His sparse brows furrowed as he pistons into you. 

“Inside, inside!” You beg and it’s a mistake. 

Tomura would never give you what you want. 

He pulls out at the last second, pumping his cock and sighing in relief as he spurts rope after rope of milky white right onto your cunt. A few of the solid streaks hit your clit and make you jolt from its pressure.

You should have known he wouldn’t listen to your pleas.. 

He leaves you high and dry, cunt pulsing around nothing as you cum for the third time tonight. It would have upset you more if he hadn’t wrecked you so thoroughly beforehand. 

Shigaraki watches as you come down from your high, eyes glossy as the tears on your cheeks begin to dry. You couldn’t move if you wanted to and you’re thankful he hasn’t kicked you out yet.

No, he does something that shocks even you from your blissed out stupor. 

Shigaraki leans down and captures your lips in a deep, chaste kiss. One that goes no further than a press of the lips but sends your heart racing. 

He pulls back only a sliver and then you see it. 

It's only a flash, and then it's gone again. 

You notice the way his eyes soften ever-so-slightly as he pulls away further.

Lust, want, longing. 

Shigaraki can lie to himself as much as he wants to, but you know the truth.

Love is not the opposite of hate and there is such a thin line between the two.

Tomura Shigaraki is not immune to raw emotion, no matter how much he claims to be.

So you lie there, catching your breath and knowing he would make you leave soon, but knowing he would call you back all the same. 

But it's okay — you would keep chipping away at his resolve in the meantime. 

You know that it’s only a matter of time until he cracks.

This is pretty self indulgent

Moons socially awkward hes trying alright

Old art dump pt 4

i think (if i’m not mistaken) shigaraki is the only one in the game who had 2 suggestive lines and you’re telling me this guy doesn’t watch porn?

Tentacle Tomura - A Shigaraki x Reader Fic

So here’s the tentacle fic. I’m not sure it needs much of a summary. Reader is a hero who has an encounter with Tomura with a tentacle quirk.

Smut. 18+. Tentacles. Oral. Anal. Size kink. Lots of slimy stuff and various fluids. This is a nasty fic!

You couldn’t believe your luck when you stumbled upon the underground facility beneath a hospital. Your quirk makes searching for advanced technology easy, and it has led you to an entire lab. There are great glass tubes with dangerous looking Nomus in them, staring at you with their creepy eyes. Are they awake? Can they actually see you? You certainly hope not. You’re a lone hero exploring your discovery. Combat is not your specialty, so your plan is to take a look around this obvious villain facility and then report your findings back to the other heroes. 

Just as you’re about to leave, you notice a door in the back. For some reason, the sight of that door fills you with a sense of dread, as if something terrible is waiting on the other side. But your quirk is telling you that more technology is beyond it, perhaps even more advanced than the stuff you’ve already seen. So you take a deep breath and open the door. 

Inside is just one large glass tube filled with liquid, and the figure of a young man floating within. You approach the tube carefully and look closely at the man. Your eyes widen and you instinctively draw back away from him. It’s Shigaraki Tomura! The heroes have been searching frantically for him for weeks, and here he is. When he doesn’t move or even open his eyes, you step closer again. 

Shigaraki is surprisingly young, with pure white hair floating around his pretty face. He’s dressed in form fitting black clothing, his body much more toned than in the pictures you’ve seen. You realize with a bit of guilt that you find him attractive. What are you thinking? He’s a dangerous villain! 

Still, you find yourself pressing your whole body against the glass and staring up at him. It’s at this moment that his eyes snap open, two glowing red orbs fixing immediately on you. 

In a panic, you back away quickly, bumping into some sort of control panel in the process. You’re not sure what happened. Buttons were pushed. Beeping sounds were made. And the water begins to drain from Shigaraki’s tube. 

Your first instinct is to flee, to run back out the way you came and call for help. But for some reason, your legs just won’t move. You collapse onto the floor as your legs give out beneath you, and you can only watch in horror as the glass opens up with a mechanical thud and Shigaraki steps out. 

He runs a hand through his hair, water dripping all over him. “Looks like you interrupted my nap,” he says in a dry, bored voice. “I’ll have to get the doc back down here to start it up again. In the meantime…”

He looks straight at you. 

You make a sound that comes out like a squeak and scoot back until you hit the wall. He’s going to kill you. There’s no doubt about that. He’s going to use that terrifying quirk of his to destroy you. 

“I’m guessing you’re a hero,” he says, squatting down in front of you, close enough that he could reach out and touch you. 

Too afraid to speak, you give a shaky nod. 

He stares at you, his eyes focusing on your face for a while before moving down, grazing over your whole body. Is he… checking you out? And if he is, would that be a good or bad thing? 

He stands up then, still watching you. “Who have you told about this place?”

“N-no one!” You blurt it out without thinking. Should you have led him to think others knew, and might be on their way to rescue you? Or was it better to try to avoid angering him? 

He won’t stop staring at you, and you realize, again with some guilt, that he has beautiful eyes. What is wrong with you? This man is going to kill you in seconds and all you can think about is how hot he is. 

But instead of attacking, he says something truly bizarre: “You look like a chick from my favorite hentai.”

What? Hentai? Like anime porn? What is he talking about?

His eyes finally shift away from you as he looks up at the ceiling, seemingly in deep thought. “Master gave me a lot of quirks. Let’s see if the one I’m thinking about already got transferred.”

He closes his eyes, concentration evident in his face. Then, so suddenly that you scream in shock, a mass of wriggling red tentacles burst from his back. They vary in size, from relatively thin to extremely thick and bulbous. They’re fleshy and shiny, some of them dripping some sort of clear fluid. 

Before you can even react to this horror show, four tentacles shoot toward you, surprising you with their length. They coil around your arms and legs, lifting you into the air. And this is when his previous comment starts to make sense. 

You’ve seen hentai before, mostly with friends making fun of it. So you’re definitely aware of one of the most popular types: tentacle hentai, where women get violated by dozens of gross looking tentacles, usually from some alien or monster. Though you’d laughed at the absurdity along with your friends, you’d always found the tentacles disturbing. You couldn’t help imagining that happening to you, how frightening it would be, how humiliating it would be to have your body forced into those lewd positions. 

Now, as the tentacles sprouting from Shigaraki’s back wrap around your limbs and hold you aloft in front of him, you realize exactly what kind of hentai had been his favorite, and your whole body trembles. 

“Whoa, I can feel everything they touch,” he says, looking excited. “They’re like extra limbs.”

You can’t help noticing two more tentacles that have been creeping up your bare thighs, toward your skirt. You squirm in the slimy grip, trying and failing to free yourself. “Please,” you say to him, “just let me go!”

He grins, baring his teeth. “What fun would that be?”

The two extra tentacles slide under your skirt and move up to place themselves between your skin and the waistband. Then they rip the skirt completely off you, causing you to shriek and jerk against your bonds. More tentacles shoot toward you and then slither under your remaining clothes, under your shirt, under your bra, even under your panties. You whimper and struggle, but it’s no use. You’re completely helpless. 

All at once, the tentacles under your clothes pull outward, bursting through the fabric, leaving it all in shreds. Your shirt is reduced to ripped sleeves hanging uselessly from your arms, your bra nothing more than two thin straps connected to nothing. But worst of all, your panties were completely demolished, as if they’d never been there to begin with. 

Almost at the same time, the tentacles holding you shift your body so that it’s like you’re sitting on air, your knees pushed up toward your shoulders and your thighs spread so far apart that you’re afraid you’ll be ripped in two. Your arms are pulled back painfully tight behind you, causing your full, naked breasts to jut out in front of you. 

Shigaraki’s eyes roam over you, taking in the obscene view. Heat floods your face as you’re overcome with embarrassment. You avoid looking him in the face, so your eyes wander downward, where you can clearly see an enormous bulge in his tight black pants. 

Is he that turned on by seeing you naked? And why the hell do you feel flattered by that? Even worse, you can’t stop yourself from imagining what that bulge would look like unclothed. With alarm, you realize you’re getting wet. 

More tentacles move across your body, two thin ones wrapping around your breasts, squeezing them. From the ends of each of these, tiny tentacles sprout and coil around your nipples. The tiny tentacles are covered in little barbs that prick at the delicate nubs, though they’re not sharp enough to break the skin. The sensation makes you gasp, but it’s not unpleasant. 

Then a single rope-like tentacle emerges from Shigaraki’s back and rubs across your pussy, pushing the folds apart as it finds your clit and clamps down over it. You jerk wildly, crying out, as you feel the end of the tentacle tightening around your most sensitive spot, and from somewhere inside the tentacle, you feel another tiny extension that feels like a narrow, wet tongue lapping at your pinched clit. The stimulation is too much. You can feel your arousal dripping out of you, can almost hear it hitting the floor. 

And all the while, Shigaraki is inches away, watching you buck and fight, your body contorting into ever more embarrassingly lewd poses. Even you can’t tell whether you’re moaning or sobbing as the tentacle between your legs relentlessly attacks your clit. 

“You really do look like her,” Shigaraki says, his eyes full of lust. “You’re even dripping wet like she was. Do tentacles feel that good?”

You realize he’s talking about hentai again. You also notice another tentacle heading toward your crotch. This one is much thicker, with a bulbous head on the end. It doesn’t take you long to figure out where it’s going. 

You’re still a virgin, and it’s something you’ve wanted to change about yourself for a while now. Most of your friends got their cherries popped in high school, or very soon after, and they teased you incessantly about the fact that you still hadn’t experienced that, even two years after graduating. You wanted to get laid, you really did, but you hadn’t found anyone you were attracted to enough to sleep with. 

Even so, the thought of your first time being with a tentacle just made you feel like crying, so you yell out, “Wait, please wait!”

The tentacle heading toward you slows but doesn’t stop. Shigaraki looks at you curiously. 

In desperation, you cry, “I don’t want to lose my virginity to a tentacle!”

That’s when the tentacle freezes in place, just inches from your spread open pussy. Shigaraki’s eyes seem to light up as he says, “Seriously? You’re a virgin?”

Blushing furiously, you nod. 

A grin spreads across his pretty face, red eyes shining. “So you’re fine with losing your virginity as long as it’s not to a tentacle?”

Your mouth falls open in shock. That’s not really what you meant, but now that he said it, the thought of him fucking you invades your brain. Your eyes shift to that bulge again, and this time Shigaraki notices. 

He uses a hand that’s missing a few fingers to palm himself through his pants and asks, “Is this what you want?”

You look away. Yes, it’s exactly what you want but you’re too ashamed to say it out loud. The tentacles working on your body are making it hard to think straight, and you can now see a large puddle of fluid on the floor beneath you. 

The tentacle that’s latched onto your clit tightens again, the tongue-like extension inside making rapid, feathery motions. It’s too much. You can’t hold back anymore, and you cry out in ecstasy as an intense orgasm wracks your body. It’s so powerful that tears leak from your eyes and your body convulses in midair. 

When you finally regain your senses, you notice Shigaraki pulling his pants down enough to free his cock, and you nearly gasp. You’ve never seen one in person before, but you’re pretty certain it’s not supposed to be that big. Shigaraki himself is looking down at it with a surprised expression. 

“I guess the quirk affects my body in a lot of ways,” he says, clearly amused. 

The tentacles pull you closer to him, then suddenly twist you around until you’re hanging upside down. From this angle, with your legs still held far apart, Shigaraki has a clear view of everything you have. And your face is mere inches from his cock. You stare at it, watching it throb with arousal. Without thinking, you stretch toward it and give it a tentative lick, drawing your tongue gently along his length. 

You can’t see his face from your position, but you hear him laugh and say, “Horny little hero.” Then the tentacles press your face closer until it’s smooshed against his massive cock. You open your mouth, almost by reflex, and the tip of it shoves in. At only halfway in, the cock is hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag. But somehow, you’re not repulsed. Even when he begins thrusting into your mouth, cutting off your air each time, you find yourself getting more and more turned on. What a time to discover you’re a masochist. 

This goes on for several minutes, until your throat feels raw and your jaw is sore. Then he pulls out until just the tip of his cock is still inside, and fills your mouth with hot sticky cum. 

You gulp it down as fast as you can, not wanting to spill any and also wanting to be able to breathe normally again. Once you’ve swallowed all of it, he finally pulls out completely and the tentacles holding you twist around again until you’re upright, face to face with him. 

You’re exhausted, breathing heavily, your lips bruised red and trembling. His pale face has reddened slightly from the experience, but otherwise he’s not showing any signs of tiring. He has a look of hunger in his eyes, like he’s just gotten started. 

You feel something snaking up your leg again, and you look down to see the thick, bulbous tentacle from before inching toward your groin. You look frantically back at Shigaraki. “No, please!”

He laughs. “You still want to lose your virginity to this,” he asks, gesturing toward his huge cock. 

Oh God, there’s no way that thing is going to fit inside you. But you still want it. You need it. So you cry out, “Yes!”

He watches you for a moment, seemingly enjoying the show you’re putting on, with tears on your face, tentacles still teasing your tits and clit, your lips quivering. “Maybe I’ll give it to you,” he says in a mocking tone, “if you’re a good girl.”

Before you can ask what he means, you feel the thick tentacle move rapidly up your leg. You draw in a sharp breath and squeeze your eyes shut, preparing to have your first time stolen by this crawling menace, but instead of entering your pussy, the slimy tentacle wiggles its way into your ass. 

Your eyes open widely in shock and confusion. Why is your ass suddenly full? The sensation is bizarre. It hurts, your asshole stretching to accommodate something so thick. The slime and various other fluids only did so much to ease the pain. But you’ve quickly learned that you enjoy a certain level of pain, so you try to relax your muscles and let the tentacle slide in and out. 

“Tentacles are fine for this hole, right?”

You look at Shigaraki again when you hear his voice. You can’t believe all this is happening right in front of him. The embarrassment alone is enough to make you cry as your ass is railed by the long, gooey appendage. Your crying turns to moaning, and you hear his voice again. 

“You really like this, huh? You’re gushing.”

You glance down to see yourself squirting. The sight is enough to make you cum again, but the tentacles never stop, not the one in your ass, not the ones on your tits and clit. You’re sure you’re going to pass out, but the tentacles holding you pull you forward, so close to Shigaraki that your tender nipples brush against the fabric of his shirt. He looks down at you with a sadistic grin and says, “Tell me what you want.”

You look up with teary eyes and say, “I want you to fuck me… please…”

His grin widens. “Be more specific.”

You’re barely coherent at this point, your mind only able to focus on the pleasure and pain that have completely taken over your senses. But you manage to get the words out. “I want you… to fuck my virgin pussy… with your giant cock…”

He laughs then, using the tentacles to pull you away from him. You can’t help whining when you can no longer feel his body heat against you. You can see his cock, rock hard again and twitching. He wants to fuck you. That’s obvious. So why won’t he? Is he trying to torment you? 

Suddenly another thick, phallic tentacle appears out of nowhere and shoves itself into your open mouth, slithering halfway down your throat. The tip of it is leaking fluid, and you realize that fluid tastes exactly like Shigaraki’s cum. The tentacle moves in and out, fucking your mouth. 

A few feet away, Shigaraki is watching intently. His eyes are full of desire as he says, “I’ve stuffed all your holes except the one you want me to stuff, huh? Poor little hero.”

Meanwhile, the two large tentacles are thrusting into your ass and mouth mercilessly. You lose track of time. You don’t know how long this goes on until, at the same moment, both tentacles ejaculate inside you. The fluid keeps spurting into your holes, sliding down your throat, oozing into your ass. And all you can think is, “I’m full to the brim with cum and I’m still a virgin.”

The tentacles, all except for the ones holding you in place, withdraw. Your body is left bruised, raw, sore, dripping both your own cum and Shigaraki’s. You don’t know how you’re still conscious. 

You’re pulled back to Shigaraki again, so tantalizingly close. You wish he would kiss you, or touch you with his own hands, no matter how dangerous that would be. Or better yet, just fuck you already. He looks at you with a strangely serious expression. The tentacles pull your legs apart and draw your knees up, then pull you even closer. You feel the hot tip of Shigaraki’s cock pressing against your entrance, and your whole body tenses up. You can’t imagine what your face looks like right now, but you’re probably wearing a slutty, blissful smile as the tentacles pull you slowly down. 

It’s too big. But you knew that already. The huge cock shoves into you, stretching and ripping your hole. You feel something warm, and realize it must be blood, the proof that you’ve finally lost your virginity. You wince and hiss, involuntarily jerking against the tentacles that are pulling you down. You want this, no matter how bad it hurts. You look Shigaraki in the eyes, and he leans forward, sticking his tongue into your mouth. It’s not the romantic kiss you’d hoped for, but tasting his saliva as it passes to your mouth somehow makes you even wetter. 

Finally, the tentacles stop. You can feel that you’re absolutely stuffed with his cock. Your pussy is throbbing, pulsing. Shigaraki puts his mouth close to your ear and says, “If I push it any further in, it might kill you.”

You nod, understanding. You’re already plenty satisfied with what’s inside you. In fact it’s already too much. 

With the tentacles holding you firmly in place, Shigaraki begins thrusting in and out of you. It hurts at first, stretching you to your limit, but gradually your body accommodates him, and all you feel is full and warm. You maintain eye contact with him, not wanting to miss even the tiniest change in his expression. Does this feel as good for him as it does for you? 

His breaths are more shallow, his hair messy across his forehead and shoulders. Fuck, he’s beautiful. You wish you could stay full of him forever. 

With the other tentacles gone, all your focus is on the cock shoving into you. All your thoughts revolve around it. It’s like your life is nothing without it. You clench around him, and he finally groans, moving his mangled hand up to touch your face. Then he finally kisses you, passionately and sweetly, the way you wanted to be kissed. 

When you feel Shigaraki’s cum shoot deep inside of you, hot and plentiful, it pushes you over the edge again, and you cum for the third time. 

As you shudder and pant, he pulls out of you. Your body goes limp, your head falling back, exhaustion overcoming you. But then you look at Shigaraki’s face again, and you see that he’s grinning. He says, “Now that you’re not a virgin anymore, the tentacles can have their fun.”

You use your remaining strength to hold your head back up and ask in a weak voice, “What?”

As if to answer you, dozens of tentacles shoot out from his back, all of them coming straight for you. Then all at once they’re squeezing your breasts, teasing your nipples, clamping onto your clit, wiggling into your mouth, ass, and pussy, filling every hole you have while Shigaraki watches. 

It feels like an eternity before you finally black out, only after cumming twice more and feeling the three large tentacles ejaculating in all your holes several more times. 

When you wake up, you’re in a hospital bed. You’re sore all over but otherwise unharmed. A creepy looking doctor walks in shortly after and lowers his voice as he tells you, “Shigaraki said to let you go. If you tell anyone about what you found down there, you’ll never have that experience again.”

You look at him in shock. So this doctor is a cohort of Shigaraki’s. Your first thought is to get out of the hospital and report what you found to the heroes. But… could you really tell them what happened? No, you couldn’t possibly do that. 

So you leave the hospital, and you keep your mouth shut about what you saw, and what you did. Hopefully, Shigaraki would wake up again soon. You were already excited about your next encounter.

bnha: their partner has an oral fixation (part 2)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Dabi | Tomura | Shouta

more smutty bnha headcanons no one asked for but i’m writing them anyway because it’s fun.

obligatory mdni, 18+ content. you will be blocked.

tags: fem!reader, oral fixation (obv), oral sex, rough sex, fish hooking mentioned, facials mentioned, finger sucking, unintentional hand & finger kink

Dabi

i hope you love sucking dick and getting face fucked, cause he loves it too. any time, anywhere, as many times as you want. at least once or twice a day if not more. also he loves painting your face if you don’t swallow.

lets you cockwarm him at night if it helps you fall asleep. he’d never admit it, but it helps him fall asleep too. he’d also never say that he’s got a tiny soft spot for how sweet you look with his dick in your mouth while you lay in bed.

he might make you beg or tease you a bit if you’re bratty, but you both know the second those needy doe eyes come out, your head’s getting shoved into his lap. he thinks it’s even better when you’re standing and he gets to grab you by the hair and pull you down to your knees.

finger fucks your mouth just to see you drool and make you blush, and makes you look him in the eye when he does it. might even do it when his friends are around because he doesn’t give a fuck, he wants you to be a pretty mess, and he doesn’t care who knows it.

you can bet your bottom dollar he will fish hook you when he fucks you from behind because, “you look so pretty like this, babydoll. i can’t help myself.”

Tomura

he thinks you’re insane for playing with his hands as much as you do, and he loves it. you think you might be insane too, but you’re with Shiggy for fuck’s sake, of course there’s at least a little part of you that likes the fear of being turned to dust when he’s got that beautifully wild, sadistic grin on his face.

might like to taunt you with the fear, but would never actually harm you.

enthusiastic about it in the beginning because god do you look so fucking slutty and needy, but the more he sees that you genuinely care about him, the more afraid he is of hurting you. wears specific gloves that cover his pinkies because you’re special to him because it makes him less anxious.

your love and tenderness with the part of him that has only ever destroyed, only hurt people and hurt them bad, is painful and he doesn’t handle it well. he pushes you away a lot, but you’re patient with him, knowing he’ll always come back.

once admitted that you make him itch a little less, but refuses to think of the ramifications of what that means about his feelings for you.

lets you give head whenever you want. enjoys it a lot when he’s playing video games and he gets to ignore you no matter how enthusiastic you are. will occasionally grab you by the hair and use you as a way to get off.

Shouta

man’s busy and so are his hands - grading, case work, lesson planning, training, taking care everyday life - so they’re not something you go for often, but you don’t mind so much. you appreciate any moment you can share with him, especially if he’s curled up next to you or in your lap.

occasionally puts his hand towards your lips in bed at night without thinking; so much of his life is on autopilot out of necessity that sometimes he doesn’t think twice.

most of his appreciation for your fixation comes out in sex; he loves the blissful look you get with his finger(s) in your mouth while you ride him, and he loves how hard it makes you cum.

loves to give head, so you get the luxury of his lips on your body frequently, which in a roundabout way satisfies your craving.

likes receiving head, but mostly because of how much you enjoy it. sure, it feels fantastic, but he appreciates the intimacy of it more.

came up because you point blank asked if it was okay. he shrugged. “why not?” which quickly became, “oh. we’re doing this again.”

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Thanks!you anwser so fast too like damn!✨✋

Hiii i just discover your account it's so cool ! What about shigaraki with a darling that litteraly worship him ? 🧐

Have a nice day/night✨🛐

TOMURA/READER WHO WORSHIPS HIM HC!

A/N: gulps nervously in my tomura collection worth $1k+.. what..worship this guy? hah, never heard of it

(cough sidenote: utahime/urame whatever her name is and sukuna or xielian and huacheng...)

WARNINGS: nsfw under the cut! ooc tomura?, subby-ish tomura

oh my god this boy is sweating, confused, scared, angry.

he's sweating because he's shocked and nervous! how would he even react to someone holding him in their arms and whispering praises into his ear?

he's confused, where did this come from? why does he deserve this? are you serious or are you being sarcastic?

he's scared because there's an odd feeling in his chest that hurts yet feels so good, it outweighs the feeling of hatred that burns so deep within him.

he's angry because he thinks your a spy or is playing a cruel joke on him, that one day this will all just stop or your just using him to your own gain.

you have to try and try for weeks on end to show that your not going anywhere and that you genuinely worship him for who he is.

once he settles in and realizes your treating him like some sort of god, or how people idolize and admire stain/all might with genuine love in your heart he short circuits for awhile.

he lays in your arms quietly as he feels you kiss around his body and tell him that he did such a good job, how handsome he is, how much you love him, how much you care and how much all you wanna do to him is..take care of him.

he'll try and push you off and say something along the lines of 'you're being annoying/stupid, cut it out' or he'll say something cocky, 'you really see me as a god or something, huh? that sounds about right for a king like me.'

once it genuinely sinks into all of him that your being real and not playing with him, it all goes to his head and his dick he becomes more cocky but whenever a plan fails he falls so much harder than he would've if you weren't around.

he loves your kisses and will sulk if you don't give him atleast 5 per 10 minutes like you usually do.

cup his face and shower him with kisses, praise, tell him how handsome he is as your cuteness aggression kicks in and you squeeze his cheeks like they're your life line.

head? blank. mind? off.

even though he becomes more cocky/egotistical, he still short circuits and shuts down for a moment because..what?

he doesn't know what he did to deserve you (besides being a gross ugly gamer boy who should go eat a cup noodle) but he definitely thinks it's because all his hardwork and dedication to master got you by his side.

please be patient with him, if he ever sees you upset with him he might actually go insane.

NSFW under the cut!

he loves getting a handjob from you while he suckles on your chest and you whisper sweet things,

he cums so fast when you hug him from behind, one hand stroking his cock and the other playing with his nipples and stroking his chest while you whisper praise into his ear and leave hickeys on his scarred neck or shoulders.

when you praise him, sometimes it just immediately gets him erect, even if you didn't say anything inherently sexual.

he will watch with eyes blown wide or barely open (depends on how long you've been going) as you suck his cock and treat him with utmost care.

yes he is a pillow prince.

he loves it when you treat him like a valuable jewel that could shatter at the slightest touch, your gentle squeezes, your slow and tender kisses, your praise, it all swirls in his head and makes him cum, even if it's just foreplay.

he loves the aftercare, when he's laying down on his stomach and a pillow on his chest as you carefully use wipes to clean his cock, makes him hard all over again.

the aftercare where you shower with him? now he's not sure, he'll say he can bathe himself yet the soft moans he lets out whenever you lather soap on his body or dig your fingers into his hair says he would rather have you bathe him.

cuddles, cuddles please. he needs that.

atleast an hour or 30 minutes of you cuddling him, petting him and telling him how good he did for you, he will sulk if he doesn't get this.

when he's the one mostly in control he's so rough and mean, well..as rough as a lanky twink can get.

he loves watching you cry for him or having you tell him how good you feel, goes straight to his cock.

tell him to go harder, faster, deeper or tell him you're about to cum quick, he loves it, he loves it all.

when your giving him oral, he will just straight up hump/facefuck you, he loves the adoring look in your eyes, it makes him so hard.

—Ake 2024