A New Life For Tomura Part 7

Title: Life in Carnet

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: PG-13, fluff. F!reader

Time: after Overhaul, before PLF

Summary: An issue has developed. Though, you can’t say you mind much. The future is yours.

A/n: This was supposed to be much longer and I may still add a second part later on, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for much too long and I decided it was finally time to just post it and let it out into the world!

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The terrors of the underworld were almost too much for you at times. Watching over your shoulder just to be sure a knight in shining armor wouldn't pop out and slice you under the guise of misplaced justice.

There was no justice in a world so cruel. The arms of the masses kept those unfavorable in a tube. Never to be loved, never to be seen or heard. Though that tube would grow, freaks of nature holding hands inside the vessel, ready to break the glass.

It was almost poetic, knowing that loneliness could never touch you, it could only stand by and watch as you desecrated its makeshift grave.

You were not lonely— and you never would be again.

The deadly hands of the misunderstood held you close, a warm embrace that shunned all the coldness and misfortune in the world. You were like royalty, standing above those who were nothing but pawns ready to die for the cause.

You were not ready to die, you had finally spread your wings— you were ready to live.

And who better to stand by your side than the King of demise, Tomura Shigaraki.

In his own way, he had become the very thing he hated most— a symbol of peace. He gave hope to those the world had shamed, giving a reason to live to the ones left to rot in the gutters.

Hero's couldn't save everyone— Hero's didn't want to save everyone. Anyone who goes against their morals is doomed to suffer.

It pained you to see the children left to die on the streets, the addicts that had been deemed lost causes, and the broken who were left to crumble. You could see a piece of yourself in all of them, their rose tented glasses had been shattered and they were left to cut themselves on the glass.

Tomura didn't care much for any of them, and yet he had still managed to replace that in which had been broken.

He cared for the league, for the posey he had created with his own two hands. And he cared for you. The woman he saw cursing the world with blood stained hands.

Your introduction to the league wasn't pretty. You were dirty and untamed— having just taken the life of someone you held dear— there was darkness in your eyes.

No one asked you questions, no one made you feel like a freak. You became their healer— using your quirk to its fullest potential, never once holding back.

Your ability was known as the 'Touch of life'. Originally, you had hated your quirk. Being pawned off from person to person, forced to heal strangers who saw you as an object more than a person. Growing up you weren't allowed to attend school, forced to stay home and work— not a dime going into your pocket.

People were supposed to want to help people. That's what you had been told over and over again. You couldn't complain, you couldn't fight back or refuse to help.

You didn't want to help anymore.

The league never made you heal their scrapes and bruises, only asking for your services when it was absolutely necessary. You finally felt free— free to be a real human being.

And then Shigaraki, a man usually so careful with his hands, had sliced his palm. You couldn't even remember how— the memory had long since faded away. You grabbed him without thinking, taking his entire hand into your own, stitching the skin back together with a ray of light.

That's how you learned you were immune to decay. Your body fighting against his quirk so quickly it was at if he didn't have one at all.

And that's how you learned you loved your quirk after all.

Once it became apparent, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was like a wild animal hunting its prey— a touch starved villain feeling for the first time.

He was gentle with you, holding you close, running his calloused hands up and down your sides, forever in awe at the feel of your skin on his own. Awkward and untamed, vibrating with uncertainty and longing for more.

His kisses felt like fireworks, they seared into your skin, dangerous and yet oh so wonderful. He was addicted to you, and soon enough you were just as addicted to him.

Your relationship had no title— though with the way his scared lips would trail up your throat, nipping and pleading— you were sure it was love just the same.

Regardless of the tender kisses and soft touches, Shigaraki was still a deadly man. The king of the underworld, the high ruler of chaos.

So when you saw those glaring, unforgiving, bright pink lines, you found yourself being swallowed whole.

Your body was shaking, from fear or joy you couldn't be sure. It was unrealistic to bring a child into the world, especially when that world was crumbling— when the father was the one crumbling it.

You couldn't hold back a smile though, your anxieties fading quickly at the thought of a future. Placing your life giving hands over your abdomen— it felt right. You finally— undeniably— felt whole.

Dabi was the first one to notice you after you'd left the makeshift restroom, his piercing blue eyes looking you up in down with a frenzy.

"You look creepier than usual."

The rest of the leagues eyes met your own, their own curious glances boring into your soul.

"I have no idea what you mean by that— but I feel like I should be offended." You mocked a scoff, cocking your eyebrow in amusement.

Toga laughed, sitting up straight and tapping the cold cement floor beside her, urging you to sit with her. "You do look a little brighter than usual!"

You took the invitation, a small smile still grazing your lips. It was impossible to fully contain yourself— you were sure you'd explode if you had to reel in all of your facial expressions.

"I just got some good news is all— I wouldn't worry about it."

"Did that 12 handed freak finally propose or something?"

A small snort left your lips, "No, not to my knowledge. Speaking of— where is he?"

"Ohhh, so it does have to do with him!" Toga wiggled her eyebrows, giggling to herself.

Your relationship with Shigaraki wasn't a secret. Neither of you had said anything to anyone, but you weren't actively hiding it either— it just was.

Giving the teen a gentle shove you allowed yourself to let out a soft laugh of your own, "doesn't everything have to do with him?"

You got a strong mumble of agreement from the group, their annoyed expressions almost making you laugh fully.

"He said he'd be back before nightfall." Dabi finally metered, "Then again, who knows?"

Humming in response you decided to sit tight, pulling a heavily water damaged book out of your backpack.

— — —

Somewhere along the pages of Prince Charming finally realizing the girl of his dreams was only a few feet away— you had dozed off.

It wasn't often you got the privilege of sleep, the constant traveling and change of pace was hard on your body and mind. So being shaken awake wasn't exactly something you'd normally let slide— but seeing those carmine eyes so full of worry, you decided it wasn't a hill worth dying on today.

"Good morning." You sighed, slowly blinking the harsh tingling of your sleep deprived eyelids away.

Tomura wasn't amused by your lackluster approach, his body basically caging you in from where you sat, his eyes growing darker by the second.

"How are you feeling?"

At first his question confused you— your dreams still drifting away as reality tried to take over. Oh yes, that's right— he'd known you hadn't been feeling well.

If you weren't so sleepy you'd probably be more embarrassed over the fact that you had in fact— only grabbed a handful of pregnancy tests and booked it out of the closest convenience store. You hadn't even tried to get anything else.

A giggle left your lips as you leaned forward and gave your captor a kiss on the cheek, "it's fine don't worry about it."

Sighing he shifted so he was sitting beside you, his hand immediately grabbing yours. He loved holding your hand— you weren't sure if it was just to remind himself that he could or if it was lasting deprivation from being touched starved for so many years— but you couldn't find it in yourself to care, so long as he never let go.

"You haven't been eating right."

It was a statement meant to guilt you, to force you to tell him every single thing that's been bothering you— to outline your sickness in a bullet point list so he could take care of you.

"Is that so?" You turned to him with a raised brow, daring him to continue on with his spiel.

He, ever so observant, took the bait and ran with it.

"You can't keep anything down, you're light headed, and you're way too exhausted for everything to be fine." His voice broke a bit at the end, and with good reason. Not being in good health while simultaneously living on the streets isn't exactly a good combo.

He cared about you too much to let anything bad happen. After dealing with the yakuza he'd slowed down entirely, refusing to move too fast or too far until he knew exactly what needed to be done— all because you weren't feeling good. He'd never say it out loud— but it was easy to tell.

"It's not something I'll die from, modern medicine will make sure of that."

Turning his head and looking you up and down, he had a borderline disgusted look on his face.

"You've been sick for how long now? And you've shown no signs of getting better."

You hummed, putting your hand on your chin and pretending to think. "Yeah I'd say it's been a good two months now."

"This isn't a joke."

Giving him a serious expression, you replied "I know it isn't, you definitely aren't going to think it's funny—the league might though."

He smacked his head against the back of the crate the two of you were leaning on, looking up at the broken ceiling. "So you are dying."

"I already told you I won't die." You punched his arm, "I'll just be out of commission for a little while."

"And what, exactly, does that mean?"

You let out a nervous laugh, leaning your head on his shoulder, "it means next time we go out we're gonna have to steal some prenatal vitamins."

You felt his body stiffen under you after a few minutes, his mind putting the dots together painfully slowly. This isn't exactly how you thought this conversation would go— though knowing Tomura, he'd never expected this conversation at all.

"Oh."

Afraid to see his expression, you kept your eyes towards the floor, squeezing his hand that was still wrapped in yours.

"Is that okay..?"

It was silent for a while, the sound of the other members snoring being the only noises keeping you sane. You knew this may not go over well, even as excited as you were, Tomura had an entire world to destroy, he had people to kill and a kingdom to build. How would a baby fit into that life?

Finally, you felt a large inhale from under you— taking that as permission you looked up to his face, surprised when you saw the fond look in his eyes and the soft smile on his lips.

"Yeah, that's more than okay."

You sat up, lifting your head off of his shoulder to look him directly in the eyes, awe, ever apparent, on your face.

"Really? You aren't mad?"

A dastardly grin made its way onto his face, his pearly white teeth glistening in the moonlight. Truly— it was a sight to behold.

"I don't see anything wrong with carrying on my lineage— especially not with you." He chuckled, a dark frenzy coming into his eyes, "besides, you hang back anyways, nothings going to hurt you."

You thought on his words. It was technically true, being a healer meant you weren't fighting so much as laying low and taking care of the aftermath— the only change you could see happening is you not being on the battlefield at all, staying at the base until they returned.

But that came with some risks on its own.

"You're taking this better than I thought you would."

That same gleam was in his eyes as he looked you over, his hands making their way around your waist as he pulled you into a tight embrace, inhaling the scent of your not-so-freshly washed hair.

"I suppose I should be nervous. But I always knew this was a risk." He took in a breath, a laugh passing through as he thought it over, "I'm ready for anything. I'm going to destroy this world, but that doesn't mean I can't make my own in the process."

The Tomura before you was different than the one you had fallen in love with. He was different than the one that pulled you off the street and gave you a reason to live— this Tomura was confident, this Tomura had a plan.

This Tomura knew what he wanted.

Who want to sit on his laps ? 😩✋🥵

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, fem!reader, toxic relationship, tomura’s just playing with your pussy tbh words: 441

ever since you started fucking, tomura has developed an irritating little habit. 

irritating, because it is unintentionally teasing. irritating, because he refuses to fuck you without performing this little ritual first. 

kneeling between your spread thighs, his palm curls around the base of his cock, holding it steady as he caresses your slit with the head—back and forth, back and forth, easily gliding over your swollen clit, now slicked with your arousal and his pre-cum. he almost burrows the head into your folds, his eyes shimmering with awe, breath exhaled through parted lips in little pants, mouth licked raw and glazed with saliva, watching as your lips cling to him, try to pull him closer, to suck him in, delicate skin bulging while he slides his cock along it again. 

his skin is flushed and hard and glittering so prettily in the dim light, coated with you, coated with you both, the tip just barely dipping into your hole on his stroke up, snagging on it slightly. 

he’s fascinated by your body, by what he can do to your body, by the way your little cunt clenches in response when he rubs the head in slow, hard circles, then in fast, light motions, another little dribble of slick oozing out of it—another rush of heat to your core, another flame left to smoulder beneath his titillation. 

it enchants him, the way his head skipping over your engorged clit sends bolts rippling through your flesh, chased by a wave of chills. 

it enraptures him, the way your pelvis rolls up as his tip catches on your hole again, trying to fuck him into you, your sweet whine of frustration met with a self-satisfied chuckle. 

“don’t be greedy,” he tells you, even as he defies his own order, selfishly stretching time as he plays with you, grinding the slit of his head into your clit. “you’ll get my cock when i’m ready to give it to you.” 

there’s an implicit threat sewn into his singsong tone; behave, or you won’t get anything at all. 

and so you still, like the good little girl you are, and let him have his fun, marvelling at your cunt as if it’s the first time all over again, sending tiny flares of pleasure searing through your veins, sparking hot cinders in the pit of your stomach to a dull glow, desperate to catch flame. 

but he’ll never get sick of this, he swears it, he’s breathing as he finally pushes in, ill-prepped cunt straining around his girth, his gaze glued to your conjoined bodies. your body was fucking made for him, he’s sure of it. 

I HAVE A SUN AND MOON PLUSHIES !!

Thanks for listening..

Hey guuy so some people know, some doesn't but this account is the one i'm sharing with a friend of mine, we both are simp of Tomura soooo yea, she's doing the nsfw stories 'bout Tomura and i'm doing the sfw, drawing and pictures so yeaaa i was thinking of creating a second accpunt just for my drawings and the story a new life for Tomura that we wrote together for my oc and that i'm drawing 'cause idk i may use my oc for others stuff and i don't wanna people thinking this account is stealing art or whatever...i'll post the new account name by rebloging this

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Break Time - A Shigaraki x Reader Fanfic

Summary: You're working as a waitress at a bar when Shigaraki comes in, leading to a wild hookup in the bathroom. Smut. 18+. Rough Sex. Any feedback at all would be deeply appreciated!

You didn’t notice when he walked in. Just another young man in a dark hoodie, he could have been anyone. But you noticed when he glanced up at you from his seat toward the back of the bar while you stood next to the table, ready to take his order. You knew who he was the moment your eyes met. You’d seen the pictures on the news, spread across social media, those scars along his lips, those piercing red eyes, the soft silver hair that peeked out from his hood. Sitting at the table, ordering a beer and some nachos, was Shigaraki Tomura, the current most dangerous villain.

You tried to play it cool. You didn’t want him to know you recognized him. It was obvious that he was trying to be discreet, maybe counting on the fact that this bar was basically a hole in the wall in a small rural area, where people mostly kept to themselves and minded their own business. Or maybe it was the fact that pictures of his face, without the creepy hand covering it, had only recently started circulating, so perhaps he thought most people wouldn’t be able to identify him.

Most people probably wouldn’t. But you were different. You’d been fascinated by Shigaraki from the moment he first appeared on the news, even with that hand hiding his face. There was something about him that intrigued you. And then, two weeks ago, pictures of his face started showing up online. When you saw that lovely face, those beautiful eyes, you thought you were looking at an angel. You had to keep reminding yourself that he’s a villain, that he’s killed innocent people. But you just couldn’t get that face out of your mind. Your phone was full of pictures of him, every one you could find online. If it was possible to be in love with someone you’d never met before, then you were in love with Shigaraki Tomura.

And now he was sitting right in front of you, just inches away.

With some effort, you get your racing heart to slow down. You write down his order and tell him you’ll bring it right out. He doesn’t reply so you walk away quickly, not wanting to linger and draw attention to yourself. When you take his beer and nachos to his table, you manage to keep your hands steady as you sit them in front of him. “Here you go,” you say in a cheery voice, trying to act normal. “Can I get anything else for you?”

He glances up at you again, and your breath nearly catches in your throat. Those eyes are so intense in person. You wish you could pull out your phone and take some photos of him, but you know that would be a terrible idea. He holds your gaze for just a moment before saying, “No, that’s all.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard his voice, and you love it. You get goosebumps along your arms. You desperately want to hear it again, so you try to continue this little conversation. “Alright. If you change your mind, let me know.” You smile brightly at him.

He looks away from you and to his plate as he mutters a quiet, “Thanks.”

You walk away, disappointed that you have no reason to talk to him more. You stand by the bar, hoping that he’ll need something and call you over. You find yourself staring at him, watching him eat, watching him hold the glass of beer without letting all four fingers touch it. Of course you know about his quirk. Everyone does. It sounded terrifying on the news, but even that couldn’t stop your fascination with him.

He suddenly looks toward the bar, toward you. The shock of his eyes on you causes you to hesitate before looking away. Did he notice you were staring? Does he know you recognize him? Will he use that terrifying quirk on you to silence you?

If so, then you might as well go for it. You could die tonight, a shy little virgin who never took a risk on anything in her life. Or you could die a woman who actually took a chance.

You grab a few napkins from under the bar and walk over to Shigaraki’s table. His eyes are on you every step of the way, and your heart is beating faster than ever. You drop the napkins on the table and smile at him again. “I thought you could use these. Nachos can get pretty messy.”

He looks mildly surprised, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say that. He picks up a napkin with his thumb and one finger and wipes at his mouth, even though there was nothing on it. You decide to try being a little playful.

“You missed a spot.” A lie.

He wipes his mouth again quickly and looks up at you.

You slide into the seat beside him and take one of the napkins from the table. “Here, let me,” you say, dabbing at the corner of his mouth.

He looks surprised by the gesture, his body seeming to tense up at your touch. Could it be that he’s not accustomed to being touched?

You blush and drop the napkin. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking.”

It’s his turn to stare at you. “Don’t worry about it,” he says as you stand up.

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never. Take the chance. You face him and meet his eyes. “Look, I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, but… I think you’re really hot. I get a break in twenty minutes. Do you wanna hang out?”

His eyes widen slightly. Whatever he expected you to say was clearly not this. You think you catch a hint of a blush on his pale cheeks. He looks away from you and asks, “Are you joking?”

“Not even a little bit,” you answer. “But feel free to turn me down. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I offended you.”

He looks back up at you again, studying your face. You can feel your cheeks burning. Your first time making a move on a guy, and it’s Shigaraki fucking Tomura. A guy who could and probably would murder you in seconds. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until he speaks.

“I’ll think about it.”

You exhale. This is the most nervous you’ve ever been, but there’s a certain excitement, a thrill, to all of this. You leave his table without another word, too embarrassed to say anything else. Back at the bar, you watch the clock tick down the minutes until your break. Shigaraki has long since finished with his beer and food, and should probably have left by now. But he’s still here. Does that mean he’s going to take you up on your offer? And you said ‘hang out’, but what did you even mean by that? Your break only lasts half an hour. What could you possibly do in that amount of time?

Finally, the twenty minutes are up. You slip off your apron and give a meaningful glance at Shigaraki before heading into the restroom. You want to check your makeup and hair before going back out. You want to look your best after all. You stand in front of the mirror above the sink, looking over your reflection. “I can’t believe I did that,” you mutter.

Suddenly the restroom door opens and, in the mirror, you see Shigaraki step in. You whirl around to face him, suddenly very afraid. Has he come in here to kill you? Your heart sinks when he reaches down and locks the door, the sound of the thick metal deafening in the small restroom. You look at him pleadingly.

He steps closer to you, the hood pulled so low that you can barely see his eyes. “So how long is your break?” he asks.

You freeze. Why is he asking that? If he’s going to kill you, what does it matter how long your break is? “Uh, thirty minutes,” you manage to squeak out.

“Then I guess we better hurry,” he replies.

This is it. He’s going to kill you. He’s going to turn you into a pile of dust and blood. He reaches out his hand toward you, and you decide in that moment to not turn away from him. To look into those eyes until your last moment. At least you’ll go out looking at something beautiful.

You wait for his hand to close over your forehead, or your throat, or wherever he decides to strike. But instead, three of his fingers touch your shoulder lightly and pull you closer to him. Before you can sort through your confusion, Shigaraki leans forward and kisses your neck.

Huh? What? Why is Shigaraki Tomura kissing you?

Your mind races. Does he plan to fool around with you before killing you? He didn’t seem like that type of guy, but you don’t really know him at all. You lean back and look at his face, trying to discern something from his expression. It’s blank, as usual.

“This is what you want, right?” he asks, a tiny hint of a smirk on his lips.

That’s when it dawns on you. He assumed that by ‘hanging out’, you meant ‘hook up’. He thought you were asking him for sex. And he accepted! When that realization hits your brain, you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you want him. You want this man, badly. Right now. And judging by his actions, he wants you too. You’ve never done anything even remotely like this. To Shigaraki, this is clearly a random hook up. But to you it’s so much more. He can’t possibly know how much more.

“Yes, this is definitely what I want,” you say, almost breathless.

He kisses you, fast and almost rough, his hands moving over you, carefully not placing all five fingers on your skin. You should be worried about his hands. You should be scared absolutely shitless to have this man’s hands anywhere near you. But all you can focus on is his hungry mouth on yours, the feel of his surprisingly firm body pressing against your chest. Ah well. He’s had this quirk all his life, right? He must know how to avoid using it.

His tucks three fingers from each hand under the hem of your snugly fitting shirt and pulls it up, revealing your rather plain bra. You curse yourself for not wearing something prettier, but who knew something like this would happen? But if he’s disappointed, he doesn’t show any sign of it. In fact he barely seems to notice the bra before using the same maneuver to pull it up, causing your ample breasts to bounce free below it.

You blush crimson. Only one other guy has seen your bare chest, and that was in high school, when your then boyfriend demanded to see your tits or he would break up with you. He saw the goods, then broke up with you a week later anyway. Thankfully, that’s as far as you went with him. Or anyone, for that matter. Instinctively, you look away, fighting the urge to cover yourself with your arms.

Shigaraki just stares. He’s stopped touching you, probably sensing your discomfort. There’s a question in his eyes.

Finally, you speak, deciding to be honest. “I, uh…. I’ve never done this before,” you admit, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

There’s that subtle look of surprise again. He looks away from you for a moment and says in a quiet voice, “Me too.”

What does that mean? He’s never hooked up in a public restroom before? Never hooked up with a random waitress he just met? Or… could it be?

You decide to be more specific. “I’ve never… had sex before.”

Unfortunately, Shigaraki doesn’t elaborate on his earlier comment. He just nods and says, “Ah, okay.”

You almost break out the cliche “please be gentle” comment, but stop yourself. Shigaraki Tomura is not a gentle person. He’s a villain. You knew this all along. But do you even want him to be gentle?

He waits another moment, as if giving you a chance to back out. When you look at him with clear desire in your eyes, he suddenly pushes your back against the cold tile wall beside the sink. He presses his palms into your breasts, not letting even a single finger touch them, while lightly biting the soft skin of your neck.

Your breathing gets quicker, your mouth draping open and your eyes sliding closed. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. You want to pull his hoodie off, to see his bare torso, but he hasn’t made a move to remove any of his clothing and you’re not sure if you should try it. What if he has a lot of scars that he’s not eager to show off?

He slowly crouches down until he’s eye level with your waist. He looks you in the eyes as he unzips your skirt and lets it fall to the floor around your ankles. Then he hooks two fingers into the waistband of your panties and hesitates another moment. If you want him to stop, this is the time. But you don’t want him to stop. You’re embarrassed and terrified but more than anything else, you don’t want him to stop.

You close your eyes as he slips the panties down your hips and to your ankles, then reaches down to pull both skirt and panties away from your feet. Now all that’s left on you is a pair of sandals and your shirt and bra that have been pushed up, leaving you totally exposed. Heat burns your face, and you imagine you’re as red as a tomato. You glance at his face, trying to figure out if he likes what he sees or not, but his expression is as difficult to read as ever.

He stands up and lifts his hoodie a few inches, just enough for him to unbutton his jeans. That small glimpse of his skin around his navel is enough to drive you wild. Then he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.

It’s hard, which gives you a small boost of confidence. He must find your body attractive. It’s also bigger than you expected. You’ve never seen one in person before, but somehow you assumed it would be smaller. You’re struck by the sudden urge to put it in your mouth, but you’ve never done that before and you’re not sure if you’d be any good at it. Would he be turned off if you gave a clumsy blowjob?

What the hell. You’ve come this far.

You drop down to your knees and reach out a shaky hand to gently grasp his cock. You look up at his face, and it’s still unchanged. You’d die to know what he’s thinking right now, but he’s not going to give you a clue. You pull your hair back behind your shoulder and lean in, wrapping your lips around his cock. You hear a sharp intake of breath and glance up. Shigaraki’s expression hasn’t changed much, but his eyes are a little wider, his teeth slightly visible above his bottom lip. You take that as a good sign and begin moving your lips along his length, back and forth, then you extend your tongue and run it over his tip. You remember your best friend from college telling you to treat a man’s dick like you would a popsicle. You hope she knew what she was talking about as you alternate between licking and sucking.

You tilt your head a bit so that you can see Shigaraki’s face. He’s staring at you with something like awe, as if he’s watching a magician perform an amazing trick. You blush but keep going, not wanting him to stop looking at you that way. Several minutes later, he draws his head back and inhales a sudden breath, and cums directly into your mouth. No warning, no asking if it was okay. You’re shocked by the flood of sticky liquid filling your mouth, sliding down your throat. You’re also not certain what you’re supposed to do. Spit it out? Swallow it? You decide to swallow without taking his cock out of your mouth. Your tongue still swirls around him while your throat works to take in every drop of his cum. When you finally pull away, he’s half hard again.

Is it your imagination, or is he breathing harder? His hood has fallen back, revealing a mess of silvery hair. God, he’s gorgeous.

You stand back up, still pinned in close to the wall by his body. He steps even closer, shoving one hand between your legs and making you instantly tense up in fear as you remember his quirk again. But he only uses two fingers to run along your slit, then slips them inside. It only takes a second for him to find your clit, his fingers a little too rough as they rub the tender flesh, scraping his nails across it. You make a little yelping sound and resist the urge to push his hand away, because despite being a little too rough, it feels good.

The pleasure spirals up into you, making you feel weak. Your legs are shaky, and you’re afraid you might collapse. The sensations are so intense that you almost want to get away from his hand, if only for a moment to catch your breath. But your back is against the wall and his fingers are merciless. You’re no stranger to touching yourself, usually while thinking of the very man who is in front of you right now, but doing it yourself is different. You can control the pressure, the speed, the intensity. Having someone else in control of that is scary but thrilling.

Finally, a powerful orgasm washes over you, leaving you shuddering and holding onto his shoulders for support. He withdraws his hand and examines it under the fluorescent lights of the restroom, and you can see the sticky fluid shimmering on his fingers. You wish the lights weren’t so damn bright in here. This is mortifying.

His eyes flick up to meet yours and he gives you the strangest look, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin that bares his teeth. It’s the first time you’ve seen him smile, and you’re not sure if it’s sexy or horrifying. He seems a little different, maybe even a little smug, as if just realizing the effect he has on you.

He’s fully hard again, you notice, just as he lifts you up by your thighs and slams your back against the wall. Before you can even call out in surprise, you feel his entire cock shove itself inside you, all the way in on the first thrust. You gasp and then let out a whimper of pain, tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t know it would hurt this bad. You feel like something is ripping down there, and you feel what you can only assume is blood trickle down, wetting his cock even more than your arousal. He pulls out and thrusts in again, so deep and rough that you think he might break you. You scrunch your eyes shut and wrap your arms around him, burying your wet face in his neck.

He pushes you back to look at your face. “Does it hurt?” he asks, without stopping his violent thrusts.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, “a lot. But… I like it.” And you do. You like it so much that it scares you. You never knew you were into this sort of thing, that you would enjoy being fucked so roughly, even on your first time.

“Good,” he says back with that eerie grin of his, red eyes shining. You don’t know if he means it’s good that it hurts or it’s good that you like it, and you don’t ask.

He continues thrusting, your whole body jolting each time. He’s so deep inside you that feel like the two of you are going to meld into one person. You want to feel every inch of him. He’s still wearing that slasher smile, watching your face, and you can’t imagine what sort of expressions you’re making as you pant and make little cries of pain and pleasure, tears still leaking down your cheeks.

Then, all at once, his gaze turns sharp and the smile disappears. “You know who I am, don’t you?” he asks, never dropping his rhythm of thrusts.

You look at him in shock, a sudden stab of fear in your gut. He knows you recognized him. He knows you could call the police, or the heroes, or even the media. For a moment, you can’t speak.

Shigaraki gives a particularly rough thrust, making your whole body bounce up and slam back into the wall. “Answer,” he says, his voice low.

“Y-yes. I know who you are,” you say.

“And you still wanted to fuck me?” There’s an almost mocking tone to his voice.

You look him in the eyes. “Yes.”

“Why?”

You wince as he continues thrusting. You don’t know if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. “I… I’m a fan…”

“A fan of me?”

“Yes. I… collect pictures of you… on my phone.”

The grin returns to his face. “And what do you do with those pictures?”

Heat flushes your face again. “I… I just look at them.”

His grin is all teeth. His eyes look wild. “Is that all you do with them?”

Your breathing is ragged. You’re close to climaxing, you can feel it. You wrap your arms around him again, and this time he doesn’t push you back. “Ah… I… touch myself… while looking at them…”

You can’t believe you just admitted something so embarrassing. But you’re riding a wave of pleasure and fear and heat and you’re not thinking clearly.

Shigaraki chuckles softly against your ear, and you can’t see his face for his hair. You wonder what sort of expression he’s wearing now. His hands are on your thighs, only the pinky finger of each not touching you. The thought of the danger, of all the scary things he could do to you, pushes you over the edge. You cum, moaning loudly and collapsing against him, hiding your face in his hair. He gives a few more thrusts before he whispers, “Do you want me to pull out or…?”

“No! Don’t pull out!” You practically scream it. You want him to cum inside you. You want to feel it. Consequences be damned. Besides, you’re pretty sure this is a safe day.

Seconds later, you do feel it. You feel every drop shoot inside you. The two of you remain still for a few moments, pressed against the wall. Then, in a surprisingly gentle manner, he eases you down to let your feet touch the floor. Your whole body is trembling as you try to regain your balance while holding onto one of his arms. He steps back a bit to look you up and down.

You look down yourself and see the trickles of blood and cum dripping down your legs and making an obscene puddle on the floor. Shigaraki’s eyes seem to be glowing as he takes the image in. When you feel steady, you let go of his arm and pull your bra and shirt down, then head into the only stall to clean up a little. When you step out, Shigaraki is handing you your panties, his face having returned to his former unreadable expression. You put them on sheepishly, feeling shy all of a sudden.

As he picks up your skirt from the floor, your phone drops out of a pocket and he catches it with his thumb and finger. He reaches you the skirt but keeps the phone. As you step into it and pull it up, you glance over to see that he’s holding the phone up in a very familiar way, and then the sound of the camera.

Did he just take a selfie? With your phone?

He tosses the phone to you and grins again. “Thought you might want a new picture.”

You quickly open the photos app and look at the newest image. Sure enough, there he is, grinning at you from the screen. Your eyes light up as you look back to him. “Thanks!”

He blinks, seemingly caught off guard by your genuine happiness to have a picture of him. He shrugs and looks away. “You’re welcome.”

The two of you head out the door of the restroom, and you notice the clock on the wall. You’re late! You took way too long for your break! You sigh and head toward the bar to get your apron. “Oh man, my boss is gonna kill me.”

Shigaraki glances at the clock too as he heads toward the bar’s exit. Then he looks at you over his shoulder and says, “I’ll drop back in sometime. This place has great nachos.”

He gives a little wave as he disappears through the door, leaving you absolutely stunned. And even though your boss spends ten minutes chewing you out for taking an extra long break, you can’t stop yourself from smiling the rest of the night.

After that red-eyed Sun thing like... c'mon... we were all thinkin it

He talks a lotta shit for a guy within KISSING distance 😏

Reblogs greatly appreciated!

smut but like... someones a mermaid/man and the other is a lad who hangs out by the sea, and sees merperson stuck in a net or smth lad helps them out then they fuck on the beach

Bro your a fucking genius. Imma do shigaraki cause you didn't really specify who you wanted this for.

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Title: In The Waves

Tomura Shigaraki x Siren!F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, monster fucking, drowning, death, little angst

A/N: I know it isn’t exactly mermaid but i couldn’t process how it would work so i went for the siren approach. Please don’t be mad :,)

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You swam around the jagged rock that you and many other sirens called the ‘feeding grounds’. So many foolish fisherman, divers, and surfers have been victims to you and many other sirens as they went near the rock. Their bones littered the bottom of the rock. Some even with their scuba goggles on.

You always got your prey. No matter who they were. Your sickening sweet song has lured in even the toughest of sailors. You can still remember how they would jump off their ships and swim towards you in desperation, begging to hear more of your song before they were dragged down by the hiding sirens waiting for their next meal. Every single one got a full meal, their own human to devour.

You had been in this ocean for as long as you could remember. You had called the ocean your home from the moment you opened your eyes. Your parents had showed you the feeding grounds and taught you all you know. You really missed them.

Once you had turned 100 years old a big ship had came by the feeding grounds. You hid under the waves ready to grab your first catch and watch your parents do their magic only to hear the screeching of your fellow sirens. A older siren had grabbed you and swam quickly away from the rock. You were confused as you screeched out for your parents, trying to hear them call you back. 

You had tried to wiggle out of the older sirens arms but they held onto you tight before hiding under a underwater cave. The siren had let you go and you looked at them with an angry glare, wondering why they took you away.

“Where are my parents? When are they coming here?” Before you could say anything else, the other siren had placed it’s clawed hand on your cheek before stroking it in a soothing yet comforting manner.

“Im so sorry little one, but, they won’t be coming.” You looked at them confused. What did they mean? Of course they were coming back.

“What are you talking about?” More older sirens had surrounded you and the other siren, looking at you with pity and remorse.

“What’s going on? Where’s my mommy and daddy?” You began to cry as you wanted to know what was going on and why everyone was surrounding you.

“The humans took them away. We tried our hardest to get them out but it was no use.” Your eyes widened. No one came back from the humans and lived to tell the tale. Once they got you, you knew you were never coming back.

“They’re gone?” You hiccuped before grabbing the siren before you and put them into a crushing hug.

“Don’t worry little one, we’ll take care of you.” The other sirens agreed and from then on it felt like time had flown by until you had become of age to become the next leader of the pod.

You had learned later on what really happened that fateful day. Apparently what really happened was far more gory than what the little you was told. They had told you that the humans had simply caught your parents. You really wish that was what happened. In reality, the humans had just tried testing out their new harpoon guns and it just happened that one of them misfired and stabbed your father. Your mother held him and tried to run away, hoping to get help only to be pulled back forcefully and lifted up into the boat. The sirens that stayed to try and help heard your mother screech in anger before a loud gunshot was heard and the screeching stopped quickly.

Ever since you learned what truly happened to your parents, the hatred for humans was so strong that every time you saw one you wouldn’t hesitate to take them into the deep and watch as they drowned before your eyes. Feasting on their bones gave you a sense of revenge. A sort of vengeance that only someone could feel if they lost someone important.

You did this for centuries, feeding your pod to the best of your abilities and protecting them with your life. You didn’t want another life lost to those ignorant humans. Sure you may have eaten many but they’ve deserved it after everything they’ve done to your home and your parents. 

You hated them for years and always have. 

But this one. This one specifically pissed you off.

He’d always show up near the ocean, going to the farthest end of the dock. Taking of those red shoes before dipping his toes in the water. Same time every weekend Saturday at midnight where everything was silent. You’d think it would be the perfect time to grab that asshole and drag him down to the farthest end of the ocean. But no, every time you tried to grab him he seemed to pull up his feet and walk to a different part of the dock. You always knew it was him coming because of those crimson red eyes and medium length baby blue hair. If he wasn’t a human, you would have considered him to be a possible mate, of course there was a way to convert him to a siren, but the thought sickened you.

You hated this asshole with a fiery passion that you just couldn’t seem to let go.

~~~

“Going to see that human again huh (Y/N)?” A female siren in your pod elbowed you in the ribs before moving her eyebrows up and down. This little cat and mouse game you had going on with the red eyed human had spread throughout the pod and now everyone was making fun of you, telling you to just convert him already so you could do the deed. Well if you were to convert him he probably wouldn’t handle the sex considering sirens mate extremely rough.

“Yeah, so what if I am?” 

“Just fuck him already jeez.” She laughed at you before patting you on the back and swam away to go into the hideout.

You rolled your eyes before swimming towards the god awful dock. And of course that asshole was already there. You scoffed before swimming the lowest you could go and hiding under the dock. You could hear him walking along the dock before plopping down at the very and and putting his shoes off to the side.

This was your chance to finally catch him by surprise!

you quickly but silently swam over to him, you reached out to grab his feet before two hands caught yours and yanked you up to the dock. his pinkies never touching your skin. In your state of shock and fear of being caught you reverted into your human form. Sirens had used this for decades to hide what they truly were from humans, making them think that you guys needed help. This form was only really used after the death of your parents. You weren’t complaining cause you got twice the amount of humans coming to your song than you ever had. You could only keep the human form for about 20 minutes above water but if you were below water it was free range. Even if that meant you were naked. Since you were sirens you never really gave a shit about stuff like that but you should have really thought ahead in this case cause you’ve heard the stories of what humans think about naked people in general. But this wasn’t the time to think about that.

“Care to tell me what you were doing trying to grab my feet weirdo? And why your naked?” The man with red eyes looked at you with an annoyed look on his face. You gave him credit for not trying to look at your exposed body but you really didn’t care. But this was the first time you saw his face up close now that you think about it, and you couldn’t help but look at all the detail that you couldn’t see from afar. Like the little mole near his lip.

“Care to let me go asshole?”

“Not until you tell me why you tried to grab my feet so many times. Seriously do you just hide under docks to grab peoples feet?” You quickly realized that he knew you were under the deck this whole time? You were the stealthiest in your whole pod! How in the world did he know you were there?

“How long did you know I was under the dock?”

“I wouldn’t have noticed if you wouldn’t have peeked your head up from the water one time i was heading home. From then on I wondered how long you were gonna keep this going.” Oh god damnit you remember that night. You had a feeling he saw you but brushed it off cause it was extremely dark out.

“Are you serious right now? And yet this was the first time you decided to confront me about it?” Your voice held an annoyed tone.

“Well yeah, I had to let you think you were in clear waters before i caught you.”

“You have no idea how much I want to tear you into shreds.”

“Wow it’s always the hybrids that have the snarkiest tones.”

“What the fuck is a hybrid?” He gave you a look of shock and you sent one right back.

“What do you mean you don’t know what a hybrid is? Your obviously one! I’ve seen that tail of yours. It’s the first time I’ve seen a hybrid being able to change their form.” Fuck you were in deeper shit than you thought.

“Answer my question what is a hybrid?!” You yell at him while he still held your hands. half your body sticking out of the water while your pelvis and below was still in the water.

“...Do you know what a quirk is?” Okay now this asshole just has to be fucking with you.

“Okay seriously what is with all this shit your making up? Hybrids? Quirks? Are you on some sort of drug?” You looked at him like he was the stupidest man on earth.

“Okay now your testing my patience.” 

“Okay and your testing mine. I don’t know what a hybrid is and I don’t know what a quirk is.” He rolled his eyes before looking at you.

“Bring me something and I’ll show you what MY quirk is.” He quickly let you go and you really contemplated on just swimming away but your curiosity got the better of you as you grabbed a lost fishing lure before going to the surface once again.

“You were under for a long time. I’ll ask about that later but give it to me.” You swam over to him before giving him the said lure. He then touched it with all his fingers and the thing slowly turned into dust, leaving some ash on his pants. You couldn’t help this new found interest in the man and dived deep down to grab more things he could do that with. Maybe that’s why he didn’t place his pinkies down on your skin?

Once you came back up to the surface, you pulled yourself up to the dock and dropped everything near him.

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“Do it again. It’s the first time I’ve seen a human do such a thing.”

“What do you mean human?” Your eyes went wide before you jumped into the water once more, swimming far away from him until you couldn’t see the dock anymore.

Shigaraki just sat there, thinking to himself. You were so strange. how could you not know what a hybrid and quirk was? And why did you look at his quirk like it was the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen. But most importantly, why did you refer to him as a human, surely you couldn’t have been so stupid to not know you were one yourself and why did you swim off when he called you out on it? You looked like you had said such a forbidden word. He couldn’t help but be curious about you. Maybe he could come here a little more often.

~~~

You were so annoyed with yourself.How could you have let your guard down and been so stupid?! You just risked your pod and everything! Now even if you were silently interested in the man, you’d have to kill him. You could convert him sure but the process was long and painful. Plus he seemed to like his life as a pathetic human.

What were you doing?!

Don’t sympathize with such a creature! God you needed to get your act together and get you head out of the gutter. 

After that day you decided to move your pod a little bit deeper into the ocean just to make sure no human could dive down with regular air. If they were to use the top notch stuff then they were free range. You highly doubt humans would even come near here anyways cause it was a complete drop off and the cave was a hole in the cliff of the drop off.

You haven’t visited the dock for a few weeks in fear the man brought other humans. Even if you would never admit you, you did kinda miss him and his crimson red eyes. They reminded you of the blood of the humans you killed as edgy as that seems.

But after about three months of not visiting the dock you decided to swim over in the dark of midnight on another fateful Saturday, but this time you hide behind a couple of rocks. To your surprise he did come back and did the same routine. Took off his shoes and put his bare feet over the edge of the dock, but this time he seemed to be looking for you. You felt this urge, this tugging feeling to go over to him, to talk to him. So you did. Well tried to.

As soon as you went to swim you realized that your tail had been caught tangled in a lost fishing net. Must have gotten untied from where ever it came from and landed near the rocks, You go to untangle your tail from that wretched thing but you soon realized that it was more tangled that you originally thought. You tried to cut the net but soon came to the horrible realization that this net wasn’t rope.

It was a metal one. 

You started to flip out and tried to change into your human form, thinking it would be easier to get loose that way. Once you did, the metal ‘rope’ started to dig deeper into your skin, causing scratches and blood to come out. In pain you switched back, it wasn’t much better but you didn’t want to revert again in fear you might waste your energy.

You started panicking as your mind ran through scenarios of what could happen. What if a human saw you and killed you? Or tortured you until you took them to your pod. Of course you would rather die than do that but the thought was still running through your mind. 

You brought your head up to the surface and turned to face the man, still sitting at the end of the dock. Swallowing your pride you yelled out for him.

“Hey! Over here!” The man turned his head to see you waving your arms near a hunk of rocks. He quickly put on his shoes and ran across the shower to your location. Unfortunately for him, it was a bit away from shore, meaning he had to swim to get there, he let out an annoyed sigh before talking off his shoes once again and getting into the water. 

Once he got to your location is when he noticed the large abandoned fishing net. He looked into your eyes and saw the pure fear and panic that ran through them. realizing what was going on her quickly swam to the net before grabbing it underwater and touching it with all 5 fingers. The net quickly disintegrated and you were free from that horrific experience. 

Tomura got onto one of the flattest rocks he could find and the less slippery one. His wet hair clingy to his face as he looked at you from behind you.

You swam near him. Your tail clearly showing itself from the water as you looked at him, his clothes clingy to his body. He seemed so skinny for a human that you wondered if he even ate at all.

“Thank you, im sorry for not showing up for three months.” You hop onto the rock with him, changing into your human form just for awhile. He let out a chuckle.

“Your not human are you.”

“Take a guess.” You laughed back. You both began laughing before an actual conversation started between you two. You told him what you truly were, you didn’t say everything cause you were still afraid and always put your pods safety first. In return for you telling him what you truly were, he told you all about those quirks and hybrids he was talking about. Seems like you weren’t in the times with the humans anymore.

“Oh so that’s why you were able to do that. You must be pretty popular with such a quirk like that.” He grew silent. Shit you must have hit a nerve.

“Well you seem to be the only one that thinks so. I’m considered a villain in the human world.” You looked at him in shock. How could such a extremely useful quirk be considered evil? If he were in your pod, he could be such a great protector and extremely useful. He could disintegrate large rocks and help anyone if they were caught in a net like you just were.

“Humans are stupid. No offense, but from ones I’ve encountered. They’re usually extremely selfish and only care about killing everything beautiful and are so quick to judge.” You look at him and he looks back at you like you had just said something that captivated him.

“We think the same! We both think that humans and hero’s are whats wrong with this world!” His red eyes seemed to light up and a smile spread across his face.

“Well I usually eat them but yes, I agree that normally ever human I see i kill with no thought.” You laugh before you felt your back being pressed against the rock you sat on with Shigaraki hovering on top of you.

“Uh hey-.” Before you could say anything you felt his chapped lips press against yours. You’ve kissed a few humans before just to kind of fuck with them before they die but it was very obviously this mans first kiss.

And you realized you didn’t even know the mans name.

You tried to pull away from the kiss but he kept trying to steal away your words. You didn’t know what to do so you just went along with it, trying to at least teach him how to kiss normally and not like a starved man who hasn’t had water in weeks.

You grabbed his cheeks gently and slowly kissed him back. Your clawed fingers lightly scratching his temples and head. His wet hair clung to your fingers while his were placed on each side of your head. He would let out little groans when ever you would lightly you would tug on his lip with your sharp teeth.

His kisses went from your lips slowly to your jawline then your neck. He peppered kisses before sucking on a few spots. You let out little gasps before smirking and leaning to whisper in his ear.

“If this is going where I think it is, I’m warning you that we sirens like it rough, most humans can’t handle it and die before we’re finished.” He laughed at you before bucking his hips into yours and responding to you in a similar tone.

“I think I can handle a few scratches.”

“If you say so.” You wrap your legs around his waist before pulling him down so you two were fully touching chest to chest. You smirked at him before leaning into his neck and giving it a long lick before opening your mouth and clamping down on his shoulder, letting your teeth dig deep into his shoulder.

“Fuck!” You felt one of his hands dig into your bare rib-cage, his trimmed down nails dragging down. He went back to kissing your lips, every once and awhile sneaking glances at your bare chest. 

He let your lips go before licking a path down your chest until he reached your exposed breasts. He took one in his mouth and started sucking harshly. His arms wrapping around your body, caging you to keep you from moving while he sucked on your breasts before tugging on them with his teeth. He once he sucked one raw he would move onto the next one, trying to encourage more moans out of your mouth. 

You placed your clawed hands along his back and every time he gave your breast a harsh tug you would dig your deep into his back, deep enough to bleed. You moved one of your hands to his hair, lifting his head of your breast. Saliva connecting his lips to your nipple before You started to kiss him again, this time you used your claws to tear up his shirt until it was nothing but pieces of cloth. his pants soon suffered the same fate as he was soon only left in his boxers.

“You know, I never caught your name.” You say before kissing him again smiling.

“Tomura.”

“Such a cute name.” You dragged Your fingers towards his boxers before the familiar rip of clothing hit both of your ears as now he was as naked as you. You wrapped you legs tighter against his pelvis as you felt him try to line up with your pussy. While male sirens could only mate during the full moon, humans could do it whenever they please. 

You felt the head of his cock slowly push its way inside you as you heard him hiss. You used your legs to pull him closer, causing him to be fully inside you. It wasn’t your first rodeo when it came to sex but it seems like the man above you had never even done the deed.

“Something wrong Tomura?” You smirk at him. You loved the face he was making. It was so pretty seeing this asshole come undone above you. He was so lost in the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock that he lost his train of thought. It wasn’t until you bucked your hips that he was pulled out of his trance.

“Come on Tomura, don’t tell me you can’t handle it?” You laughed at him but were quickly silent when he pulled back and slammed into you, causing you to gasp for breath.

“I can handle anything slut.” You smiled before kissing him once again as you dug your clawed nails into his bare back. Your nails scratched all the way up his back even deeper than before. Blood started to drip off his back and coat your hands. The bite mark slowly dripping blood as well.

He soon found a rhythm as his hips smacked against yours. The feeling of the tip of his cock hitting that certain spot made you bite your lips and arch your back closer to the man above you. You nails made there way to his shoulder blades as you drag them down to his biceps.

“Fuck...your so tight ahh.” You felt him start to stutter in his strokes. You were about to make fun of him about coming early but you were quickly shut up when he delivered a specific harsh thrust to your g-spot. Once he saw your reaction to it he began to pound that certain spot until your knees where shaking.

“Shit Tomura.” After a few more harsh thrusts against your g-spot he let out a groan before cumming inside you with your following soon after.

He fell onto your chest as he wrapped his arms around your torso before putting his head between your shoulders, letting out pants and trying to gasp for air.

You didn’t know what to feel. You were so caught into the moment that you didn’t think about what were to happen after the deed was finished. Sirens mate usually mate much rougher but you were afraid of killing him mid-sex. and in doing so, led to the problem you had before you now.

What should you do?

You tried to bring yourself to kill him. To drag him down beneath the waves and watch the life fade from those beautiful crimson eyes but you couldn’t. No matter how hard your hatred for humans were this one was different. You liked this one.

You didn’t want to turn him into a siren against his will cause what if he had a family and he’d hate you forever? Sure you’ve seen many sirens do the same trick and their newly converted siren mates be mad at them but after the 5th year of being a siren they usually just gave up in fighting back once realizing there was no way to return to human.

You wanted to enjoy time with him, not just met up every Saturday for a fling. You wanted to have someone to be with your always. The conflict was so strong in your head that you didn’t even know what to do. It was eating you up inside. It wasn’t until what he said next that you made your choice.

“I should probably head off...sorry. I don’t want anyone seeing me butt ass naked trying to walk home-”

“NO!” You wrap your arms around his torso before zipping into the water. He didn’t even get a chance to breathe air before getting dragged down into the depths.

“I can’t let you leave me like that. I’m sorry please don’t hate me.” You said to him as you dragged him deeper and deeper into the waves. You could feel and hear him struggling to get free but you couldn’t let him go.

After all, he could still be a siren and destroy the world right? He’d love you in time.

“It’s not easy to talk about, but…”

Autistic!Tomura Shigaraki, QPR, GN!Reader, Discussions of Pain

The whole time you’ve known him, you’d never describe Tomura as someone who really complains. He’ll frustratedly talk about games levels that he’s stuck on or how hot it is, any little thing that doesn’t really matter, but if something is really, genuinely bothering him, he keeps it to himself.

It’s really hard for him to talk about the things that bother him, especially if the kind of help he needs is something he’d have to talk to a stranger about. You understand that he’s had a rough time with professionals, so you’ve never pushed him on it.

You were getting started on breakfast when he says he wants to talk to you sometime about something important. “It doesn’t have to be now, or even today, but just…. Sometime. Is that okay?” He’s clearly very nervous bringing it up, and you can tell it’s important to him. He doesn’t look at you when he says it, but that’s not unusual for him.

It ends up being almost a week later when Tomura approaches you again to finally sit down and talk. He fidgets with his phone, likely with notes of what he wants to say. He takes a deep breath before he starts.

“It’s not easy to talk about, but I don’t want to be in pain anymore… I just don’t know how not to be…”

You sit quietly, just listening to him talk for the longest time. He’s done a lot of reading and tried to figure out what’s been happening to his skin his whole life on his own but he just can’t do it. He’s tried soothing creams, numbing creams, anti-inflammatory gels, everything, anything, but they just makes it hurt more or make it hurt differently. He’s tired. Tired of waking up in the middle of the night unable to stop scratching. He tried wearing gloves to bed, he’s tried trimming his fingernails super short, he’s tried anything he could think of. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t causing open scratches all over his body all the time.

“It’s hard to take care of a body that burns and bleeds when you’re just trying to clean and care for it.” Tomura says, kneading the bottom hem of his hoodie with his hands.

There are the beginnings of tears welling in his eyes as he’s clearly frustrated and embarrassed at not being able to solve it on his own.

Eventually he gets quiet, and lays back. He takes a breath, before continuing. “I don’t even know if it’s a real itch at this point. I’ve thought about it being some kind of nervous tic, or compulsive behavior, maybe a mix of a few things, I’m just….”

The tears roll down the side of his face, but he wipes them on his hoodie sleeve.

“… I don’t want everything to hurt anymore.”

You ask if you can give him a hug, and he says yes. He sits up so you can wrap you arms around him for a moment. That seems to help soothe him, if only a bit.

It’s definitely a long road ahead, but you tell him that you can help advocate for him and be there to support him if he wants to find someone to talk to about these kinds of problems. He looks nervous at that, but you assure him that you can start as small as he needs to. He visibly relaxes, laying back down. He looks up at you, and pats for you to lie down next to him.

You lie back with him, just sitting there in silence for a little while. You know it’s not a lot, but just having you in his corner seems to make his whole disposition a little more hopeful.

Birthday Treat (Tomura Shigaraki x CamGirl!Reader)

Words: 3.6k

Minors DNI

Tw: sex work, toys/interactive machine, "senpai", one mention of Shigaraki wanting to be called niichan, anal (plug, gaping, mastrubation), belly bulge, reader has pierced nips, soft degradation, multiple orgasms (both), mastrubating, delusional, softness too, squirting

Teaser: "I want to see," he says, his heart is pounding in his chest. He does not even blink, not wanting to miss a second of you. You are a goddess to him. So nice and so pretty and he is at your feet.

Note: It's my angel's birthday! (In an hour) You can send me Shiggy thirsts and headcanons and requests for my man's day 💜

Tomura is nervous.

It is his birthday and he splurged a little. Well, Toga said birthdays are there to treat yourself to something and he did exactly that. It wasn't cheap but his birthday seems like a valid excuse after what Toga had said.

When he booked the private session with you his heart raced at you sending him a private message alone. He was sure he wouldn't survive actually talking to you. You are so damn sweet in your text, but he knew that before. He never misses your late night streams, it's the only way he falls asleep without taking meds... or drugs. You sent him a form he had to fill out before your session.

What do you want me to call you?

What outfit do you want me to wear? With options.

What toys do you want me to use?

It had a detailed instruction on how to establish the connection to your interactive toys and some general info about taking screenshots and payment. He didn't know at the time that by purchasing a private session he would get live long access to message you privately. He is still thrilled about that. Maybe he could get you to like him.

He took three hours to fill out the form (he had to make smart choices) and he jerked off right after, all the images it conjured in his brain making him rock hard.

He is half hard now already. And he is just nervous. He has written in the chat and interacted with you before but never talked to you.

The loading screen now beams with cute pink graphics. Then, you appear and Tomura holds his breath.

You are on the floor sitting criss-crossed on a fluffy blanket with cute fairy lights behind you and your stuffed animals. You are wearing the way too tight white crop top and way too skimpy pink thong he picked out. Your hard nipples and their piercings are well visible, your beautiful tits perked up in the tightness of the small fabric. Your makeup is simple but cute, your hair is held back by your kitten ear headset. The white thigh highs make Tamura's cock twitch. Your thighs. He needs to know what they feel like.

"Heyy," you say, smiling. "How are you doing, senpai?"

Tomura filled in for you to call him senpai. He knew if he made you call him niichan he would go insane. Maybe next birthday.

"Hi. I'm… okay," his voice betrays him.

"Don't be nervous. It's just me," you smile. "Let's talk a bit first to loosen you up, yeah? How was your day?"

"Uneventful. It's my birthday."

Your eyes widen for a second. "Uneventful and it's your birthday?! Tell me you at least had some cake?"

"No," he chuckles softly. "Just played some games."

"Well, I'm going to make sure that it is special then, senpai," you say sultry. "What do you want me to do first?"

"Can I see your tits, please?"

You smile. Your hands with the cute pink nail design come up the sides of your body as you move to kneel instead. You brush over your breasts, squeezing them together in the thin fabric. Tomura is nearly drooling.

You take the hem of the crop top and slowly pull it up. Your tits bounce free, jingling so beautifully. The crop top is sitting above your tits, a sense of obscenity in it that he likes. You are about to take the shirt off but he stops you.

"Leave it like this."

You nod, compliant as a puppy, and move closer to the camera. You present your beautiful tits to him, bounce on your knees so they do too.

"You're so beautiful,' Tomura breathes and his hand now finally moves to his cock. 

"Thank you, senpai," you utter softly, squeezing your tits together for him and pinching your nipples.

"Are you wearing the plug I picked out?" His voice is timid.

"Of course, senpai. Wanna see?"

"I want to see," he says, his heart is pounding in his chest. He does not even blink, not wanting to miss a second of you. You are a goddess to him. So nice and so pretty and he is at your feet.

You turn around and your ass lifts up, your knees stay together at your chest, causing your core to peak out between your plush thighs. Your ass is just so sexy too. Tomura is no ass or tits or thighs guy, he is a you guy. Just you. You take a pillow and lay your head down on it. Tomura switches to the close up shot for a second, just needing to see your face a moment longer.

You push your panties aside revealing your cute cunt and the pink glass heart sitting above your puckered hole. You clench and it moves and Tomura nearly moans.

"Senpai?" You say breathy. "I was so happy about all the stuff you picked," you say genuinely.

"Yeah?"

"Hm," you hum. "You dressed me up so cute."

His body fills with warmth. "Pull your thong down but don't take it off."

You peel the pink fabric to sit at your knees then brush over your cunt.

"Did I allow you to do that?" He says breathlessly, eyes fixed on the close up shot to see your reaction. A deep blush creeps into your cheeks.

"I am sorry, senpai. Forgive me, please."

"I do," Tomura smiles. "Pull the plug out for me, baby."

You acknowledge his request with a soft moan and push yourself up, grabbing the bottle of lube. He could choose the consistency and naturally took the extra sticky one.

You squeeze some of it onto the plug then use one finger to swirl it around your stretched asshole. 

"Your nails are so cute this time." He knows you got them done just yesterday. He never misses when you post on Instagram.

"Thank you!" You smile and your breath hitches as you pull at the pink heart. You spread your legs further, the thong stretching around your thighs as you do.

Tomura watches with hungry eyes how you move the plug in a circled motion then slowly pull at it. It looks like your little ass does not want to let the plug go and he bites his own hand to stay quiet. You moan softly and it finally pops out, strings of the stucky lube going from the pink glass to your clenching hole. You lay it down and spread your ass cheeks, presenting to him how beautiful your ass was gaping and clenching.

"S'beautiful," he hums. 

"Wanna be filled again, senpai! Will you fuck my ass now? Please?" You beg, voice so pretty and slutty.

Shit. Tomura snaps his hand away from stroking his cook but it was too late. Strings of cum splash onto his stomach. He hardly manages to stay quiet. "Yes," his voice pitched. "Show me the dildos again, sweetheart."

You sit and reach to the side getting the three he selected into view. They are about the same length but vary in thickness. One is anatomically correct, the other has ridges and bumps and the third is curved to hit your special spot.

"Hmm–"

"Senpai," you blink so sweetly and shift to kneel again with your legs spread, your exposed cunt on the blanket. "I got a delivery today. Maybe you wanna try this one out with me for the first time?" You pull a red dildo into view and sit it down between your legs. It reaches all the way to your belly button, ridiculously thick and with ridges. "But only if you want to, I'll do whatever you want."

If you could see his face… Tomura clickes the shortcut and takes a screencap. He has a size kink? He is going insane.

"Let's use that one," he heaves.

You are excited about that and he smiles.

"I need a quick moment, senpai. Tell me are you enjoying this so far?" You start to set up the fucking machine.

"I do. You are perfect," he sighs. "I enjoy this so much," he lets his head fall back against his gaming chair. 

"That makes me so happy, birthday boy."

He smiles.

"Apologies, senpai."

"Its fine." It really is. His stomach is feeling all funny and it's not because of his cock being rock hard again. "You can call me that, too."

He watches how you adjust the camera, getting in the position he will fuck you in. He chose that one too. He wants you to lay on your side with your pretty ass sticking out so he can see your thighs and your dangling feet as he controls the thrusts of the machine going into your puckered hole.

"Can you see me alright, senpai?" You check in with him.

"Yes. All perfect."

"Let's test the connection," you say and your voice has a little edge. He watches how you bend forward, opening your mouth in front of the monstrous dildo with your tongue sticking out.

"Fuck," Tomura hisses but he knows what he has to do. He presses the button on his phone that makes the machine go forward and the gigantic head of the dildo pushes into your mouth, stuffing it full. Your moan is muffled. Tomura now retrieves the machine and pushes it forward again, faster now. Your eyes cross as you gag. Tomura moans softly hearing you gasp as he pulls the dildo back.

"Works," you heave, licking up the saliva that splurged. "Senpai, will you go slow at first?" You bat your lashes at the close up shot. "It's so big and my ass is so tight."

"I can't promise you."

You bite your lip at that. "I'll be brave for you, senpai, it's your birthday."

"Good girl," he says and his stomach clenches. He wanted to say that to you for so long.

You coat the dildo and your stretched hole in the sticky lube and line it up. "Fuck me, senpai, please," you say and brace yourself.

Tomura uses his thumb to move the machines forward while his other hand mimics the speed.

You moan and close your eyes as he invades you, pushing the dildo into your ass. You hook one arm around your knees, your pretty pink nails digging into the white fabric of the thigh highs as you hold your legs away. "Senpai," you whine.

"You're doing so well, slut."

You whimper.

He pulls back then enters a little more as he pushes in again, your puckered hole stretching around the red silicone. He pushes back again and now drives the machine forward a bit quicker. You yelp and move forward.

"Don't do that!" Tomura warns.

"M'so sorry, senpai! So big!" You squeal and use the hand that is not holding your legs to squeeze more lube on yourself and then hold onto the wall so you can resist the push.

"Good slut," he says and you look at the camera, giving him a strained smile.

He starts again and this time he gets the cock halfway in. He has no idea how it fits and judging from your face neither do you.

He fucks you like this, halfway pushing the dildo into your ass, making you moan and squirm. He is not holding his moans back anymore either.

"You sound so pretty," you whimper. "Makes me so horny, senpai! Fuck me so good– So big… so big… am so full;" you babble. "More! Please, more!"

"Are you sure you can take more, baby?"

"For you! I am sure! Force it inside, senpai! Please!"

He chuckles. His head is hot, he might have a fever. And does just as you ask. You cry out, holding your hair back as your headset slips off your head. You can't hold yourself up anymore and now he only sees your face in the close up shot. Your mouth forms an O. He watches how shaking hands fix the headset on your head again.

He almost comes again but stops touching himself.

"You are taking it so well. All the way," he cooes. "You like that, huh? Being stretched so much, filled to the brim."

"I do, senpai!"

"Of course you anal whore." He now sets the machine into an automatic fast pace. You take the entire thing… god knows how. "So sexy!" It pushes into you with such a stretch to your hole that it looks airtight. 

"W-wanna--s-show you," you heave and hold the camera in your hand. You lay down on your back, making sure the dildo does not slip from your greedy hole. You hold the camera up over your lower half and Tomura holds his breath. No way. No "fucking! Hell," he curses and he cums despite not even touching his dick. He's sweaty and whiny, bucking his hips up. Tomura takes his phone again and pushes into you slowly, watching your tummy bulge with the movement. It was so visible, so deep.

"Fuck, baby!"

"You sound so pretty when you cum," you whine. "Please cum again for me, senpai. Wanna hear you again."

You press down on your stomach and it is even more predominant now. You cry out when he suddenly goes so much faster, drunk on seeing how absolutely filled you are. This is stuff he thought only happens in hentai. You make all his dreams come true.

You throw your head back and your breaths come more rigid. Is it finally time? "Senpai!" You cry. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Fuck! Cum with me together! Please!"

Tomura is stroking his aching cock relentlessly. Who is he to deny you? He would not dream of it. "Cum for me," Tomura orders. "Keep your eyes on the damn close up!"

You angle the camera you are holding so he can see your core and twisted your head to look at the close up. You are so happy to comply. You get louder then suddenly quiet.

"Thank you," you press over your lips and come undone, shaking and moaning, your whole body jerking. Tomura comes again at the same time and you both moan together.

He pulls the dildo out and despite you still shaking and being utterly fucked out, you make sure he sees your gaping and abused asshole. He takes another screen cap.

"Such a good anal slut," Tomura breathes. "So fucking perfect. You love getting your ass used like that, so much, don't you?"

You nod and whimper.

"Look how wet you are, shit. I'm getting hard again." It is not just the sticky lube that drops from your folds but your very essence.

You finally sit up, hair a mess and face in a deep blush. You are just the cutest when you look so fucked out.

"That was so hot," you giggle, drunk from your orgasm. He smiles. "Want me to–"

"Want to use the vibe now."

You bite your lip and nod, looking lost for a moment as you scramble for it.

"What's up?" He smiles.

"I needed that orgasm so badly, senpai," you blush. "I feel so good now because of you."

He doesn't know what to answer. The feeling in his tummy is getting worse.

You position yourself again, slipping the pink egg into your soaking cunt. You spread it so he can see your clit.

"Bet you taste so good."

"I do."

"No doubt, baby."

He starts to pleasure you, starting the vibrations low then picking up. He only has an hour with you, otherwise he would torture you for hours. Not because he is cruel but because he is selfish, needing to hear your pleasured noises and see you squirm.

Your pussy is so ridiculously wet and sticky. Your juices all flow into your gaping ass hole and it is just a sight. Another screen cap.

"Can I r-rub my clit, senpai?" You ask.

"Yes."

You do so, vigorously flicking the bundled nerves.

"Wanna see you cum again, baby." He knows you are close, he knows you so well. Your pussy is absolutely filthy.

You and him come again at the same time. Your fucked out face worth another screen cap.

"Now ride the skin-colored cock for me, yeah? But drink something real quick, pretty girl." You are sweaty and blushing hard, breathing heavily from how intense your last two orgasms were. All because of him.

You smile and sip on your drink. "Shall I face you or away?"

"Face me. Wanna see your tits bounce, slut."

You get onto your feet and squad down on the toy, meaning and hissing. You start to ride him, bounce on his cock until your tits are swinging. It looked so good.

"Pretty girl! Squeeze those tits! Yes, just like that. Show em to me. How good am I fucking you?"

"So! Good, senpai! Can't even think… all fucked dumb on your cock" you whimper, blissed out. "Gonna cum again."

"Cum again, baby. Need to see how your legs shake, do it. Just for me."

"J'us f'you," you slur and cry out, shaking again, fisting the fluffy blanket. "Thank you!"

"Fuck!" He comes again and is starting to feel light headed. "So good for me, slut! Such a good girl," his eyes are rolled back and he babbles. "So perfect."

He expects you to tell him that his time is over. His heart breaks with that thought. Tomura is covered in heaps of his own cum, his cock is aching and he doesn't want to stop being with you.

You need a moment to regain your composure and he is proud about that, smiling softly. He did that. You pull the dildo out.

"Lick it clean, will you?" He chuckles, high on endorphins.

You let out a gullible giggle and do so, flicking your tongue on the wet toy, throating it until you gag.

He can't move, head leaning back with his hair sticking to his skin, his legs spread wide and abs tensed. His own cum is everywhere.

"Good slut."

"Birthday boy?" You say. "Do you have some more time?"

"For you always." Did you really say that or was he so out of his mind?

He watches how you take the camera and move to your desk. You lay down a towel before sitting in your pink gamer chair, making sure he can see you properly again.

You are his dream girl. You just are meant for him! He is so sure. You are supposed to belong to him. He knows it deep in his bones.

Your legs spread wide over the arms of the chair, exposing your swollen cunt and you rub your clit. "This is my birthday gift to you," you coo and start to finger yourself, then use the other curved dildo he picked.

The faces you make are just art, just perfect. You are so perfect. Tomura's cock doesn't want to be touched again but he just has to. He is being so loud, moaning along with you as he strokes his aching and overstimmed cock.

"Call me slut again, please, senpai. It sounds so good!" 

"Does it, slut? You are such a pretty, dumb whore!" He nearly says he loves you.

"H-hap-PY birth— day," you squeal and liquid shoots from your cunt, your legs snap and shake, eyes roll back.

"Fuck!" He cums again too. It should be impossible but strings of white seeds splurge from his red, swollen tip. He might have lost consciousness for a moment. You don't squirt a lot on stream, it was hard for you to get to that build up you once said but he made you squirt.

When he opens his eyes again you are not sitting there anymore, his heart drops for a second but then you come back with a half eaten cupcake and a candle. The crop top is still rutted up on your chest, your boobs exposed and seem like you forget it.

"It's the only one left," you apologize, chuckling, and put the candle in the cake, lighting it.

You are perfect. You are damn perfect. The cutest girl on this planet.

"Make a wish in 1,2,3." You blow the candle out then clap your hands.

"Thank you," Tomura rasps, his voice so faint.

"Senpai, drink some water, okay? Take a nice shower and have a snack." You smile, utterly exhausted yourself. "It was so much fun with you. I hope I'll see you again. Text me later, okay? So I know you are okay."

"Will do. Take care of yourself, too, baby."

You nod, blow a kiss and the stream ends.

》》》》

You are on his screen again that night. You are still in the thigh highs with a big black sweater, all cozy just playing the sims on stream, talking and answering some questions.

He is staring at the private chat on his phone. What is he going to say? You asked him to text… but what should he say?

(Y/N): What did you wish for? 

The message pops up suddenly and his head snaps up seeing you are holding your phone. He is online, which you can see but not typing, for 10 minutes now. You could tell he is a little shy, just helping him out. He types now.

Decay44: Can't tell you. Won't come true if I do. How are you?

(Y/N): sleepy. And you, senpai?

He can see you are tired. So stupidly cute. He wants to wrap his arms around you.

Decay44: I can't move tbh… But I am happy. Wanna see what you did to me?

You smile.

(Y/N): I do wanna see 👀

He looks up and you do too, smirking. Some people in the chat ask what you are reading.

"Nothing," you purse your lips.

He sends you the picture he took right after, still sitting there. All the cum and how red his cock was just deserved to be preserved. He made sure to not catch his scars of course.

He can see the blush that creeps into your cheeks, how you lick your lips looking at your phone.

(Y/N): you're so hot, senpai ♡

You sigh and throw your head back, "seems like you will get a show actually. I just got incredibly horny."

You are his girl.