#Stack of the Week | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

deadhands69 · 16 days ago

Text

In The Stacks Part 6: Vision Board

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

A mysterious library patron catches your eye, seeking information about his past life. You help him, stirring up your own past in the process. Contains: gn/afab reader, SMUT, cussing, mentions of injuries/violence, obsessive/yandere behavior, dub-con if you squint (consensual but groggy), spoilers.

[previous] this is part 6 (final) [series masterlist]

"I died a lot to live a little with you." – Yaghma Golroei

Warm. Soft. Wherever you are, you're comfortable. You stir from under the blanket that’s been wrapped around you.

As you open your eyes, you feel groggy. Everything is blurred a bit. It feels like you're underwater. You have no idea how much time has passed or where you are. Better yet, how Tomura managed to get you from the elevator of your apartment to wherever this is without drawing attention to himself on such a busy day. You can still faintly hear the celebration so you know it can't have been too long and you haven't made it very far. Still, you're not certain. Rolling over, you find your head resting in his lap.

“Don't worry,” he says, stroking your hair. “I'm not going to hurt you. Those were your own meds in decaf coffee. I just needed you to go to sleep a little early.”

“How did you get my pills?” you yawn. You know you should feel more panicked by all of this, but you're not. You're with him.

“From your medicine cabinet,” he replies plainly. You stare at him. Eventually, he rolls his eyes and explains, “you leave your keys on the outside of your backpack. I borrowed them when you were walking to work.”

You stare again, processing the situation.

“What, I put them back.” He gestures at your backpack sitting a short distance away. There your keys are, reattached where they usually live.

You sit up, looking at your surroundings. Something about this place feels familiar in a way your dazed mind can't quite place. It's giving you deja vu, but you know you've never been here.

The room is partially illuminated by a standing lamp with blue glass globes, but it's still dark. Not in a creepy way, more like you're under the ocean. The light looks like ripples swimming over everything.

Every wall is lined with newspaper articles, floor to ceiling– and a few even hanging from the roof. When you look closer, most are articles about you. Some are about his previous accomplices. Many of them are tiny, clearly from the deeper pages of a newspaper, but still cut out with care. All of them are plastered together with some photos of you mixed in. A coffee sleeve with your order scrawled on the front is pinned to one of them. There’s an ad with the flowers he bought you and notes scribbled on the side. It's like the most Tomura version of a vision board you could imagine.

Clearly, it worked for him.

You move closer to the wall, getting a better look at the notes on the bouquet. “Lavender roses for love at first sight,” you read aloud.

“I-I’ve been trying to tell you things,” he mumbles.

You look around the rest of the room. His space is even more barren than your own. Outside of the rolled out bed you’re on, there's barely any furniture in here. Just a bookcase and a small coffee table that's covered in lengths of rope.

“What are these for?” you ask, as casually as possible.

“I didn’t know if you would come willingly and I really need you to hear me out.” You’re surprised, he would go that far just for a chance to talk to you. Any amount of excessive enthusiasm you thought you felt in this relationship feels like nothing now.

Tomura loves you.

Tomura, Tenko, whoever he is, he loves you.

You can’t help but stare at him in surprise, it’s not how you thought you’d find that out. None of this relationship fits what you think people would normally expect though so that shouldn’t come as too much of a shock to you.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” he quips, shoving the pile off the table in one swoop. “I told you I wasn't going to hurt you, they’re all soft. I made sure. Had to go to four different sex shops to get that many without drawing too much attention.”

“I didn’t think you would hurt me. And I was obviously going to come with you, Ten–Tomura,” you lean closer to him. Tomura seems like the right name to call him in this moment when you really want him to know how much you know and aren’t afraid of that part of him. “I already knew who you were and didn’t run away immediately.”

“You still could have been pretending to be okay with it all because you thought I would do something bad if you said no. I had to be sure.”

It’s interesting. The idea of tying you up and keeping you in his apartment long enough to hear him out is reasonable while the thought of you feeling coerced into sex with him is unacceptable. Weirdly, you completely understand that logic. It’s not like you haven’t had the same thoughts about him.

“Got it,” you confirm, “well, maybe we can use them another time since you put so much effort in.” Tomura’s eyes light up at you being the one to suggest it. “But for now, what did you want to talk to me about?”

You had the whole conversation in mind before, but now you’re too groggy to lead it. If he loves you this much and he's not leaving, you're happy to hear him out first.

“I–I need to make sure we’re okay. And that you know how much you mean to me. I haven't gotten to say it yet, but I thought I lost you,” he continues, “when you went over that ledge. I thought the last thing you would ever see of me would be someone else. I had nightmares about it for so long.”

“I thought you died too,” your hand finds his shoulder. He flinches slightly in surprise before relaxing and leaning into your touch. “How did you survive all of that?”

“It’s complicated, I still haven’t figured it all out yet. But there was something in Izuku Midoriya’s pocket later that day, something with a quirk factor.”

“Izuku Midoriya had… A quirk? In his pocket?”

“Yeah,” he looks at you like you're the crazy one for being surprised by someone carrying a spare quirk around like extra change. You're staring at the result of it though, so clearly it's possible. “Anyways, there wasn’t power in it but I was able to steal the bit of the quirk left and I used it. It was strong, plus the body I had then made the power build up even faster.”

“How? You burst into a million pieces, I saw the videos.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I saw those too. I don't know. I could never figure that out. If I was my whole self put back together or if I'm just the largest fragment. I just know that it took me back to the body I had before I even got all for one. Before fucking up my fingers.” He wiggles his hand in front of you before flicking a strand of hair out of his face. “Still white hair and I woke up pretty beat up, so I guess I didn't go back too far.”

“And quirk control?” you ask, “I read you couldn't control decay until more recently. It was theorized, at least.”

“Awe you googled me, that's so fucking sweet. You know that you can just ask me this stuff, right?” He smiles at you again, giving you the eyes that make you forget everything else that's happening. “But yeah, whatever you read was right. I couldn't control my quirk then. I could later though and I remembered what that was like so I practiced it. It wasn't great at first,” he laughs, “but after a few months, I eventually got there.” You watch as he grabs a book on the table behind you, holding it up with all five fingers.

“That doesn't matter though, that's all just details. For months, I thought you were dead. I thought everyone I knew was dead. But some of you weren't. Honestly, this is the last place in the world I wanted to be when I woke up, so I left for a while. I kept searching the newspapers for anything I could find on the people I knew before. The league was easy to find. They were in every newspaper for months. You on the other hand, were nearly impossible. I didn't even know your name. It took weeks to reverse search your quirk and find the slightest clue you made it out alive. Even then, I still didn't know that was you until I searched some more. But it was you.” He looks up at you and his eyes soften.

“So, I came back here. We'll, near here – to the last place I remembered seeing you. We met up the street. I don’t know if you’d remember that, it looks so different now. They'd rebuilt everything I destroyed. Almost all of it. It was depressing. Seeing it all forced me to come to terms with what happened. Suddenly, everything I did never mattered and I was alone. Everyone I ever cared about was worse off because of me. I hated being here. After a few days, I was about to leave. Then I saw you again, leaving that coffee shop. You looked sadder than I remembered. It was definitely you though. When I said I stayed here for someone, I was talking about you. You're my only reason for being here.”

Tomura smiles awkwardly, scratching his neck. “After that, I figured if nothing else I ever did mattered, at least I could try to make you less sad. It's uh, not exactly– I've never really been good at cheering people up. It's not something I've seen people do a lot so I didn't really know what you're supposed to do. So, I just kept following you into the library when I was done with work. I spent time on the floor you're usually working on. And I watched you after you finished work to see what things you like. Coffee seemed like an easy one. You always had that with you at the front desk.”

You think back to the last few days of him bringing you coffee. He had no idea why you weren’t happy, but jumped headfirst into making it better however he could. Little did he know, he made it better just by existing.

”Even then, I was nervous to talk to you since the articles all said you had memory loss. I didn't assume you'd remember me or that I meant as much to you as you do to me. It felt really one sided and I didn't want to scare you off by coming on too strong. This is stupid, but I even made a dating sim to practice. One where we’d always end up together. Eventually, I thought of a way to start a conversation with you and I went for it.”

“The book,” you remember, “and the call numbers.”

“Yeah. I’d been in the library for a month. Of course I knew how to read call numbers,” Tomura admits. “And I could have just looked it up if I didn't. But I wanted to talk to you.”

“Then you asked me to help you find out who you are. If was already talking to you, why didn't you just tell me the things you had me look up? Why did you pretend not to remember any of it? That seems like a lot of work you didn't have to do.”

“I could ask you the same thing, you pretended to have amnesia too. Didn't you want me to know who you were from before? To know all of you?”

You nod.

“Exactly, so you get it. If I only told you I was Tenko and you actually hadn't remembered anything, you'd only ever know me as one version of me. That's not what I want with you. I want to be my whole self, even the parts other people don’t like.” He pauses and you can hear people shouting and celebrating outside. “This way, I figured you'd work it out eventually.”

“I get that, but then when I did say I knew who you were you didn't seem to like it.”

“I like that you know me. I've always liked that you really seem to see all of me,” Tomura’s arms wrap around his knees, “I just got scared. You said my name so soon and I didn’t know what you found. I thought maybe you were just with me because you were afraid of what I’d do if you said no and that felt like shit. I didn't know if you liked me enough yet to stick around if you found a way out. We were taking things slow, remember? It hasn't been long enough to know you liked me that much yet, not if you didn't remember before. I thought maybe you'd run or something and I couldn't let that happen.”

“I wouldn't do that to you. I didn't leave you like that, not even on top of the building. At least, not on purpose. I could never imagine leaving you.”

Tomura doesn't say anything. He clearly heard your words and took them in, but he still looks unsure. His arms wrap tightly around his legs as he stares at the floor, slightly rocking. You’ve never explicitly seen him look like this, but it was always there – lurking beneath the surface. You felt it in the way he’d watch for your reactions. How his confidence took a month to find. The insecurity was hiding under every moment of hesitation.

“Really,” you say, “I will never leave you. I promised. I meant it. I still do.”

Tomura stares at you, trying to determine if you’re telling the truth. Without any other way to prove the way you feel, you kiss him. Softly this time, slowly. Taking in the way he feels in your arms.

You missed him.

You missed this.

There’s so much more the two of you need to talk about, but at this moment all that matters is making sure he knows how loved he is and how happy you are to be close to him. One of your hands runs through his hair, holding him as you pull away.

Gently, you trace your thumb over the scar on his lip. He lets you, big red eyes staring up at you like no one's ever looked at him like he’s the most beautiful person on the planet before.

“You are so pretty,” you whisper, moving the hair out of his face. “No ‘m not,” he grumbles under his breath, blushing.

“You absolutely are,” he can disagree all he wants but you’re not budging on that. “Your hair, your eyes, your face. Everything about you is gorgeous.”

Tomura leans back against the wall, seeming a bit more relaxed now. This is great but you still need him to know how much you want every single part of him.

Decay, you remind yourself as you grab the slightly frayed edges of his sweatshirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side. The black shirt he's wearing underneath comes up partially with it.

You kiss your way down his neck to his collarbone, over the raw scratched skin. His hands come to your face, holding you for a moment. You turn your head, kissing his fingertips one by one. He stares, entranced by you.

Sliding his shirt off, you finally have a chance to admire all of him for as long as you want. You run your lips over every scar and scrape you come across. Some are new. Others are older, you wonder where they all came from. Many look like broad battle wounds, others more intentionally placed. Regardless, you give them all the same attention.

They're beautiful; like a sea of constellations over his skin. Even better, they're all a part of him. Tiny reminders of everything he's been through that led him here to you.

Tomura watches intently as you kiss him, occasionally gasping when you find the right spots. You linger on those a bit longer.

When you make it to his lower stomach, you kiss your way down the trail of hair that dips into his pants. Unbuttoning your way down to find the rest of it.

He really is beautiful.

Tomura is hard already, because of course he is. He always loves how you touch him.

Sliding your fingers under the elastic of his underwear, you fully undress him. His jeans are tight so they catch at the feet but you get through it without much issue. You kiss your way back up his legs, scar by scar. There are some bigger ones you'll have to ask about. You'll ask about them all when you have a chance.

Eventually, you find yourself where you started again. You take him in your hands, loving the feeling of holding so much of him at once. He's so responsive to your touch, breathily whining already.

While you'd seen his dick before, you haven't been able to get this close of a look at it. One perfect vein runs up the middle, disappearing before his pretty pink tip.

For days, you’ve wanted to taste him. Months really, but only recently has it felt like a realistic option.

You wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking him in until he hits the back of your throat. You wish you could fit all of him, but he's too big for that – especially in this position.

Tomura groans under you. His hips flex slightly as he tries to stay in control. One of his hands pulls your hair out of your face.

Pausing in place for a moment, you stare up at him. His beautiful eyes gaze down at you, filled with want.

Continuing with your hands on his base, his breath becomes more staggered, vocal.

“y/n, fuck,” Tomura moans, spilling ropes of warm cum into your mouth and throat. You suck out every last drop of it until he's writhing in overstimulation beneath you.

Wiping the excess from your lips, you crawl back up the bed to hold him.

For a moment, you almost think he's passed out, he did cum really hard. But when you wrap your arms around him he grabs your fingers, bringing them to his mouth and kissing your knuckles one by one.

“Do you believe me now that I'm not leaving?”

“I think so.”

“You ready for bed?” you ask, running your free hand through his hair.

“No,” he mumbles quietly, “you don't get to have all the fun.”

Slowly, he sits up.

“Roll over,” he says, shifting the pillows under you. You're not quite sure what's happening until he's straddling your lower back and his hands press into your shoulders. He pulls the shirt you're wearing away from you, decaying it off your body. You feel a slight chill but his warm hands are on you again and everything is okay.

Getting a massage from Tomura Shigaraki was absolutely not on your list of things you thought would happen tonight, but you're happy for it. His hands slide down your spine, running over the scar on your neck and back. For a moment, you feel self conscious. You've spent nearly a year trying to keep it hidden so no one asks questions. It's only when you feel his lips that it occurs to you that he feels the same way about your scars that you do about his. Besides, there's nothing to hide from him – he was there.

He kisses his way down your back, lovingly. His hands slide under your hips, pulling you up onto your knees, your elbows remain planted into the bed. Now that you're looking for it, you notice the way one of his fingers always hovers or rests on something else whenever he's touching you. Sure, he still has his quirk and seems to have control over it, but he doesn't appear to risk anything when it comes to your safety.

Tugging down the sweatpants he must have put on you when you got here, you feel another chill as you’re suddenly as naked as he is. Then you feel his tongue.

Tonight is the night you learn that Tomura Shigaraki eats pussy like he’s starving. Although, you probably could have guessed that would be the case. As he licks, sucks, and moans into it, you find yourself pressing your hips back into his face for more. This only makes him whine louder.

If you had known he'd be this enthusiastic about it, you would have begged him to come over to your apartment every night. At least you have him now.

You feel his fingers grip into the sides of your thighs, harder. He brings his mouth down again, sucking your clit while he flicks his tongue. It's enough to send you over the edge. Fists tightly wound around his sheets, you pant into his pillow but it's still not enough to mask the sounds. One of his arms wraps around the front of your legs, hugging you back into him as hard as he can while his mouth continues to work until it's too much.

You collapse face down onto his bed, catching your breath. Tomura curls up around you, throwing a leg over your hip. You're not surprised to feel that he's hard again.

Of course he is, he loves you and you just came all over his face.

“Want to keep going?” you ask, already stroking his dick.

“Always,” he rasps in your ear.

Reaching for one of the strands of rope Tomura bought earlier, you have an idea.

“Lay back,” you say, gently moving his arms over his head. He wasn't lying, the restraints he picked really are soft. He looks nervous.

“Is this okay?” you ask, rubbing the smooth skin of his inner wrist with your thumb.

Tomura nods quickly, “yeah. Definitely,” before tentatively adding, “I've just never done anything like this before.” Given what he said earlier about waiting for you for months and everything you read about his life before the two of you met, you have a sneaking suspicion that a lot of what the two of you have been doing might be new for him.

“Okay. If it's too much or you don't like it, just let me know and I'll untie you.” He nods again in agreement.

Trying to remember any knots, you settle for looping the rope around his wrists like an infinity sign then tying the ends around the middle. Tomura watches curiously as your hands move above his face. He probably knows a better way to do it, but he doesn't say anything. You pull his hands back over his head, keeping them there while leaning down to kiss him. He catches your lips instantly, craning his neck for closeness. You kiss him hard, back into the bed. He will never need to make an effort to be closer to you; he can always have as much of you as he wants.

Straddling him, you keep kissing as you slide his tip over your entrance. You're shocked to discover just how wet you are for him.

“I want this so much,” you whisper, sinking down and letting him fill you. Your voice catches slightly, “there's nothing in the world I want more than you. All of you.”

He shudders and moans loudly as you bottom out on him. Based on his reaction, you're shocked he didn't cum immediately. Slowly, you begin moving. It's only been a few days but you're starting to get used to having him in you. The way he hits every spot you've always wanted.

“I want you all the time,” you moan. He seems to love hearing you talk, you might as well lean into that, even if it feels odd at first since you're used to needing to keep quiet with him. “I need you in every way I can have you.”

He bends his knees, fuck up into you with his hips. It's not enough, he needs more. His tied hands slide down around your shoulders. He pulls you close before rolling both of you so you're under him. Wrists still tied, his weight falls to his elbows on either side of your head. Now that he has more to press off of, he begins thrusting harder than before.

Voice cracking, he groans into your ear, “need all of you too.”

The lighting ripples over his face, he's so perfect. The way his eyes soften as he looks at you. How his mouth is slightly open at an angle as he pants, giving you a view of the bottoms of his teeth. Nothing else outside of the room matters right now. Not your past lives or the loud celebrations caused by them outside. There's only you and him. This is how it's supposed to be.

Just as you feel like a tidal wave is crashing over you, he leans in kissing you gently while pressing deeper into you. You moan hard into his mouth and he breathes in sharply, arms squeezing around you as much as he can with the restraints.

He keeps kissing you for longer than either of your orgasms, still breathing heavily. You notice the way his arms flex around you. How he holds you close as if you could still slip from his grasp.

“I'm not going anywhere,” you whisper against his lips. “But I should get cleaned up a bit, okay?”

He nods, slowly pressing himself up to sit by your side.

You turn to untie him and he's already reached his fingers down to his wrists, decaying the rope away.

Excusing yourself to get cleaned up, you walk to his bathroom, noticing that you instinctively know where it is already.

As you walk back into the room a few minutes later, Tomura hands you a cup of tea (the kind he saw you drink the first night he came to your place) and a shirt to wear. Given that he was just tied up and you can still see the slight marks indented on his wrists, you should be the one taking care of him but you appreciate it.

Walking around his small apartment, your eyes focus on something you hadn't noticed before.

“You have throw pillows but no couch?” you ask, looking at the pile of pretty pillows stacked in the corner near the window.

“You already ordered a couch, we don't need two,” he says matter of factly. “I like the one you picked, but it needed more pillows.”

For a moment you wonder how he knew you ordered furniture then you remember he's been following you to learn what you like. It occurs to you how much work that has to be, it's really sweet of him to put so much effort in.

“You don't have to hide behind things, you know. You can just go with me next time.”

Tenko smiles, moving the pillows in front of the big windows and opening the shades. It's raining again, rippling over the glass. The view is remarkably similar to what you see from your own apartment.

“Where are we?” you ask, but you think you already know.

“You never asked where I live,” he says, sitting on one of the pillows. “I needed to be close. The 14th floor of the same building seemed close enough.”

“Hmm,” you consider, taking a seat next to him. “I guess that will make it faster for one of us to move in with the other. If you want to be even closer, that is.” It's not something you think you're supposed to ask the person you've been dating for less than the amount of time it takes for a couch to be delivered, but something tells you he'll be okay with it.

“Of course I want to be closer,” he replies as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. “It'll be easier to move my stuff than yours. Want to do that later tonight?”

“Yeah,” you say, wrapping your arm around him. “I'd love to.”

Tomura leans his head on your shoulder.

The celebration continues in the street. People rush, clustered in the best spots to see the fireworks.

“Hey, uhm, is this okay for you? Watching this? We don't have to–”

“Yeah,” he says, “it's fine. I'm around it every day, I've had time to get over it all. Plus, I have plans to fix a few things, so it'll be okay.”

He says this so nonchalantly. Given what you've heard of his past plans, you're concerned about him, to say the least. He notices the look on your face.

“Don't worry, hero. I'm not stupid enough to do the same thing again, I just have to get a few friends back. It's my fault they're in prison.” He looks up at you, smiling. “You'll like them.”

“I'm sure I will, Tomura. Or is it Tenko? Which name do I call you?”

“I'm used to Tomura at this point, it's what most of my friends called me. It reminds me more of them than the person who gave me that name at this point. But Tenko seems better to use around other people. Uhm otherwise, you can call me whatever you want. Babe?” he scrunches his face, “that doesn't feel right.”

“We'll find it,” you reassure him, rubbing his shoulder. “We have time for that.”

The fireworks begin, clapping like the thunder on the first night you kissed.

You lean your head on his. It's been a whirlwind getting here, but you couldn't be happier. Tonight you're moving in with the love of your life. Tomorrow, who knows.

The finale fires off in a sea of rainbows until it turns into smoke and blows away. People scatter, going back to their lives as the celebration ends.

The rain continues.

[series masterlist] [bnha masterlist]

thank you thank you thank you if you read this far!!

taglist: @shigarakislaughter @dance-with-me-in-hell @minniessskii @vaval3ntin @ykyouluvme

@dummi666 @lotus-flower420 @nonominchan @softnfuzzy @mysticalhills

@reireitaka @crwavee @baby-pink-flowers @drlucichen @frieren-imposter

@lou-the-naga-queen @multifandomidk @love-for-yoosung-kim @kitkat13001 @kennys-partner

@amira-44820 @its-evee16 @itsameyermaw