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I’m leaving

(Angst to fluff)

Shigaraki x reader

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“I’m leaving, Tomura.”

Shigaraki startled, jumping slightly in his chair as he immediately paused his game and took off his headphones.

He looked at you cautiously, as if confused by your choice of words. As if there was some obvious double meaning to what you just said that you hadn’t realized.

“O-ok.” He said. “Where are you going?”

You just chuckled at his innocence, a harsh, belittling, non-genuine chuckle as you tilted your head to the side.

“No Tomura.” You started, taking on a teasing tone as you stared at him with a wide, devious smile. “I’m leaving you. I’m going somewhere that isn’t near you. It’s over, we’re done.”

Tomura almost couldn’t comprehend what you were saying, the room filled with tense silence as he tried to piece together reality.

His eyes watered, his game controller collapsing to the floor forgotten. “What are-what are you saying? What… why-“

You chuckled again, confidently sauntering over to him as you grabbed his chin, relishing the look on his face. He looked like a kicked puppy. “Cmon, did you really think I could love you? A creepy, pervy freak with a kill count higher than his intelligence? You’re not that stupid are you?”

Tears clumped in his eyes but he still said nothing, looking you in the face as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. This was all happening so fast!! So-so out of the blue!!

This is a joke right? This has to be a joke, albeit a messed up one. I mean, you two had spent the last night feeding chicken nuggets to each other, playing Mario kart and 69ing until you both passed out from exhaustion. There’s no way you can just say you never loved him after you-

“I’m not joking Tomura.” You laughed, roughly letting go of his face after seeing the last glint of hope extinguished. “Last night? That was just my way of building you up so that you’d hurt all the more when I knock you down. How does it feel? Hmmm? You fucking rat bastard?”

Still, he said nothing. Tears finally fell from his eyes, wetting his cheeks as he looked at you in utter betrayal. You couldn’t believe it. He-he thought he’d finally learned how to love again. How to-how to be loved. He-he thought, he-

He sobbed, letting out a horrible wail of sorrow as he bunched his hair into his fists, pulling at his scalp as a tsunami of despair consumed him. He dropped to his knees, tears dripping from his face and splattering on the floor as he looked at you for what could be the last time. You were smirking, utterly amused.

You let out a little ‘hmph’ in satisfaction of his disheveled state, before turning around of your heel and trying to leave. His hand stopped you, forcefully grabbing your wrist.

“Wait”, he said, rising from his knees and looking at you desperately. “I-I-need… I need jus’ one last kiss… before you leave. I-just-just… one last time. Please.”

You struggled in his grasp, clawing at his hand as he yanked you towards him.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME ASSHOLE!!!” You yelled, doing a full body struggle as he overwhelmed you with his strength, and although he said ‘please’, he made it clear he wasn’t going to let you go without this last goodbye.

Against your wishes, you then found your lips pressed against his, his other hand on the back of your head keeping you still. He could feel his tears and snot rubbing onto your face but he didn’t care, continuing to sob as you retched against his lips.

His tongue invaded your mouth, sucking your tongue into his as he savored your taste for one last time. You tasted… you tasted… weird. Like, bad weird. Unfamiliar and sour. He let out a little grunt in confusion, his brows furrowing as he tried to wrap his head around your unusual taste. What…?

Just then the door to his room flew open and he immediately ripped himself off of your lips in shock. There in the doorway was a panicked Toga and… you?

His eyebrows furrowed again in confusion, looking back and forth between the you in the doorway and the you in his hands. One had her hands covering her mouth, eyes watering as she met his confused gaze while the other tried to spit his residue out of her mouth, gagging.

Just then Toga ran over, slashing her out of his hands with her knife while you, the real you, ran over as well and held his face in your hands, wiping away his tears. “Are you alright?” You muttered, but Tomura didn’t reply.

You had been struggling to get out of your restraints when you heard his anguished cries, Toga finally finding you in the closet and freeing you before you both went to help Tomura. When you opened the door you were shocked to see him kissing another version of you, but even more shocked to see the tears flowing down his face. Tomura never cried. God, what did that bitch do to him?

Toga interrupted you two, manhandling the hero who had dropped her disguise in the fight and now had her wrists pressed against her throat as she gasped for air. “I’ll take care of her. Looks like you two have some catching up to do.” Toga said, before forcing the bitch out of their room and closing the door, a blood curdling scream that slowly got quieter following as Toga dragged her off towards the door.

You could both hear Toga yell “Hey guys! ‘Got a new toy to play with!” To which Dabi replied with “Aw hell yeah!” Before the bitch hero’s screams quickly filled the air.

Tomura held the hand that rested against his face, tears still flowing freely down his face.

“Oh my god I’m so, SO sorry baby this-this bitch, she surprised me and tied me up in the closet and turned into me and-and oh my god what did she do to you baby are you alright?”

He still didn’t answer, opening his mouth to speak but only letting out gasping breaths as he broke down, trembling violently. Sure, he was relieved to know what fake you had said was a lie, but like waking up from an especially horrible nightmare, it did little to soothe him as he tried to calm down.

You’ve never seen him so vulnerable… how the hell did she even manage to do this? Like you said, you’ve never even seen a single tear fall down his face before, what could she have possibly have done to him?

Finally, he was able to find his voice, and you watched as he opened his mouth yet again and meekly said “h-h-h-hold me…”

You felt your own tears gathering as you pulled him in for a big hug, running your hands up his back as he cried into your shoulder.

He spoke again. “C-cuddle me.” You both flopped down onto his bed, you taking over as the big spoon as you felt his legs wrap around your hip.

“P-p-pet my hair.” Your hand lifted from his back and took his pearly locks between your fingers, gently combing through his blue curls as his sobbing simmered down into sad little sniffles and he began calming down.

After a minute of soothing, he finally looked up at you, eyes red and puffy and clearly tired as he asked one final request. “Tell me you love me.”

You offered a sad smile, pulling his face back into your chest as you continued to pet his hair. “I love you more than words could ever describe Tomura. I love you and I need you like I need air, you’re the light of my life and I’d just die without you.”

He sighed, his trembling finally ending as he placed trust in your words. “I will never, ever leave your side I promise you that, even if I die I’ll still be right there with you. I love you that damn much baby.”

He nodded, emotionally exhausted as he melted into your touch, his eyes sore and weary as they fought to stay open. “I love you so damn much too y/n. I-I love you so much.” He croaked, and you kissed him on his head as the two of you let each others warm embrace, and the melodic sound of the heroes wails in pain drift you both off to sleep.

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Aftermath:

After a quick nap you and Shigaraki went downstairs to find the hero tied up like you were in the same ropes as the league all took turns enacting their revenge upon her. After watching them torture her for a bit, you two headed back up to his room with some microwaved comfort food, feeding each other once more before you helped him forget her taste by kissing him deeply, just how he liked it.

He couldn’t even begin to describe the relief he felt when he was met by your oh so familiar flavor, helping him rest assured that you were, really, the real you. Then you helped him forget all about her, forget everything but the immense pleasure you were giving him as you bounced on cock, singing his praises as this time, he cried in happiness.

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I’ve had this in my queue for a while now, so I decided to post it now because I like it, and I’m not feeling like writing anything else for a lil bit. I’m still working on those Tenko asks though, don’t worry

[mushroommanstan]

Would you possibly be up for writing some smut with a trans Tenko? Like the reader scissoring him until he’s clawing at the readers thighs absentmindedly, all sloppy and wet from being ground down on❤️❤️

“So this is why we haven’t gone all the way.” You mused, your eyes, red from tears, now wide in amusement. He looked away from you in shame, uncomfortably shifting as you held his hips firmly, not letting him leave.

You wept before, not being able to repress your feelings and bursting in his room. You couldn’t understand what was wrong with you, why he refused to take you. You knew he was horny constantly, it was one of the things that you fell in love with him for. How easily he was flustered by just the simplest of teases, blood leaking from his nose whenever he got a peak down your shirt.

But he didn’t let you touch him, wincing whenever your hand got too close to his “area”. You didn’t understand, you were sure he’d be jumping for joy when you first came on to him. But instead he cringed and ran out of the room. Why? What was wrong with you? Why did he keep denying you? Were you not good enough?

Well, seeing you in tears, he finally let you in on the problem, revealing a little secret that he had been carrying with him his whole life. You see, he wasn’t a he at all. He was a she.

He explained shakily how sorry he was for lying to you, begging for you to understand. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. Please, dear god he’s sorry. He could still make this work.

He was expecting you to be furious with him. For you to slam the door in his face and never be seen by him again.

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to be turned on.

“You’ve been a bad boy tenko. Making me feel like I wasn’t good enough.” You taunted, your knee currently between his legs, rubbing him through his pants. He sighed, biting his lip as you ground his mound into the mattress.

“‘M sorry… m really sorry… I just… I wus nervous. Didn’t… didn’t think you’d…. Mmmhh, you’d-“ he stuttered between moans as you unzipped his black jeans, reaching your hand into his boxers and gasping at the warm wetness that coated your hand.

“Oh hun… you’re so wet! You’re just a little slut aren’t you? Mmm. Looks so tasty. You wouldn’t mind if I had a little taste, would you?”

He moaned, hips jerking at your words as he nodded hesitantly, watching starry eyed as you pulled his pants down further. He said this before but, your reaction was completely unexpected. He can’t believe you’re ok with it, seemingly more than ok by the way you licked your lips at him. He felt vulnerable under your predatory gaze, looking at him like he was a wounded gazelle you were ready to feast on. And really, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You lowered, giving little kitten licks to his clit as he immediately began clawing at the mattress with a loud keen. Sweat beaded down his forehead as he looked away from you, grinding his teeth. He looked like he was in pain. Judging by how puffy and swollen his clit felt, he probably was.

“Fuck…” you muttered, rising and slipping a finger between his folds. It was a goddamn slip ‘n slide down there. “How long have you been like this?”

“Since-since the first day… ah~, the first date.” He groaned, worrying his lip between his teeth as your thumb moved to tease his clit.

“Poor baby. Must’ve sucked to hold back that long, thinking I wouldn’t understand.”

He was getting a little teary at the memory, but he couldn’t deny the truth in that statement. It was painful for him to push you away whenever you grinded on him, fearing his lack of a boner would be a dead give away something was wrong. Most likely, you’d assume he was either not into you, or that he was small, both options that could’ve lead you to leave him. And that’s not even mentioning what he thought you’d do when you found out the truth. So for the longest time, he had to deprive himself of his desires, which felt like it was killing him from the inside.

But nows not the time to think about that stuff. So, he just nodded in response while you teased his clit.

Suddenly, you grabbed him by his hips and dragged him closer, before climbing onto his chest, turning around, bending over and then resuming your work on his cute little bead.

When his eyes refocused from the shock, he was met with, by far, the greatest view he’s ever seen in his damn life. One that actually made him drool a little without noticing. Your pussy and ass, all of it on display for him just inches from his face.

You didn’t stop working his clit, even when you could feel his pulse quicken as he took in your majesty, causing him to cum all over your fingers to quickly for you to stop him. He couldn’t help it, he was just too turned on.

You slapped him right on his puss, making him moan in shock. “Naughty boy, cumming without permission. You know, I was gonna do something reaaal special but now I don’t think you deserve it.”

Tenko wasn’t listening, not really, he couldn’t listen to anything but the rapid beating of his heart as he watched your hole twitch just an inch from his face. He licked his lips, losing his patience.

“Maybe if you work me a little bit, I’ll have half a mind to forgive-“

It was just coincidence your words matched his actions, as not being able to contain himself any longer he buried his face into the wet, hot rose blossom presented to him. You squealed, his tongue messy and enthusiastic as he felt everything up that he physically could.

You giggled in delight, scooting back a little and really giving him access to your privates. As promised, without another word you pulled his folds apart and plunged two fingers into him.

He screeched, his tongue faltering for a moment as you set an intense pace. Then he was moaning, his hips jerking under your chest and almost throwing you off of him. You stabilized yourself before returning the pleasure he was giving you, reaching over and taking his clit in your mouth as you fingered him harshly.

His fingers clawed into the flesh he was holding against his face from the intensity, no doubt leaving crescent shaped indents in your thighs. But you kept going, even beginning to scissor him as tongue buried itself into you.

It was hard to focus, the way he’d moan back whenever you did, his little gasps against your clit. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

It wasn’t long before he was spilling over, the pleasure and his overall arousal being too much for him in an embarrassingly short amount of time. You felt his hole tighten around your fingers like a ziptie if just for a moment, the rim quivering as he moaned out in ecstasy.

Then, of course, all good things had to end, and eventually his suffocating hole released your fingers, his clenching now paired with his heartbeat.

You weren’t upset though. Instead, you cackled while gazing back at his embarrassed tomato red face. “‘Had a feeling you’d be a premature ejaculator.”

His eyebrows furrowed defensively. “W-what? What does that mean?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Cmon. A gamer guy who spends all his time in his room playing video games and humping his hand to 2d girls. The same guy, who, on several occasions got an actual nose bleed from seeing me bend over to pick something up.”

He grumbled, looking away in shame masked by frustration. He couldn’t deny the truth in that statement. Even he figured his first time would go a little something like this if he ever got a chance with a real-life girl. Not to mention… you.

Seeing his attitude drop, you turned around on top of him and cuddled into his chest. “Hey ten, cmon. I’m just teasin’. I seriously don’t mind… I’m just glad you got to feel good. We can do it again if you want, whenever you’re ready.”

He smiled softly at you, gratefully even, and you could tell your words genuinely touched him. But then he frowned, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he didn’t drop his gaze. Your face dropped as well. He appeared to be in melancholy.

“Are you gonna leave me… after this?” He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. He looked off from you, not being able to meet your gaze any longer as he waited anxiously for your reply.

“Honey no of course not!… I don’t care about that. I already told you it’s ok if you’re fast. Heh, you know, as long as I get m-“

“Not that!” He whisper yelled, glaring at you before his eyes drifted from yours again timidly. “I mean yes, ‘that’ but… what about the other thing?”

“Oh…” you replied. “Well, I don’t care about that either.”

You grabbed his chin and pulled his face towards you, before gently cradling his face in your hands. “You’re a guy if you’re a guy. Simple as that. Are you a guy, Tenko?”

He grumbled again. You chuckled, kissing his nose before poking him a little in the cheek. You could swear you could see him forcing back a smile, his lips twitching upwards a little. “Cmon.” You goaded. “Are you a guy or not?”

“I-I’m a guy” he mumbled.

“Well then there you go. You’re a guy. And nothings gonna change that in my eyes. And frankly I think you’re pretty damn handsome even without a cock.”

He scoffed at that, but this time you could tell it was more playful. He smirked. “No you don’t...”

You scoffed back, turning around and leaning back on your hands placed next to his knees. You spread your legs infront of his face.

“See how wet I am Tenko?” You asked, two fingers dipping down and gathering strands of your wetness before his face. “That’s what you do to me. Never been that damn horny in my life. All cause of you-“

His face, once finally paling back to a natural hue, flushed red again. “-pretty boy~.” You finished your thought with a wink.

He was panting again, looking at your wetness with extreme hunger. Then he was looking up to you with such fierce determination you almost wanted to shy away from him.

“Got to taste you earlier… didn’t get to taste your cum though. I want the full experience. Give it to me, please.” He demanded, still offering you the dominant role by allowing you to allow it.

You smirked, before rising and covering his face with your puss properly. You grabbed onto the bed rails, both knees planted firmly at his temple as you lowered onto his mouth. “Then be quick about it. I wanna try you next.”

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Ok been a full two weeks since this was asked but… shut up.

All in all this was fun thought. Thanks for the great ask!

[mushroommanstan]

A douchey frat guy tries to hit on Y/N, only for her to shoot him down. But he’s PERSISTENT. Y/N tries to avoid him until she meets up with Tenko. Ylthe frat guy is SHOCKED that a babe like Y/N is with a ‘creep’ like Tenko Shimura! He tries to convince her to ditch him, until she finally snaps. Instead of tearing the douche a new asshole, she makes her point by aggressively making out with Tenko instead

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Some frat idiot slurred into your ear, way too close for comfort. You jerked back, turning around in an instant and seeing this guy who’s obviously trying to look sexy. He had a toothpick in his mouth, a surprisingly well maintained soul patch and some messy slicked back hair.

If you were any other girl, you’re sure you’d be at least a little intrigued. Maybe even attracted. But nah, he picked the worst target for flirts at the party.

“Thanks.” You replied apathetically, pointedly looking away from him and back at the busy bartender of the frat house. Your face was blank, your eyes wandering far from him, obviously not interested. Regardless, he persevered.

“S’ anyways, the other day I saw the stupid retro arcade game in the common area. I don’t usually play that stuff, y’know, it’s kinda for nerds. But-“ he glanced down at your phone, seeing the background having the same characters from the game. “Something tells me you dabble in it.” He continued.

“Anyways I got like, 20,000 points or whatever on my first try.” He boasted, and you had to stop yourself from laughing. Seriously? 20k? This guys trying to brag about a measly 20k? Tenko could get that with his eyes closed. Speaking of which…

“Hey y/n?!” You turned your head, searching for the speaker before your eyes landed on the makeshift bouncer at the door. Behind him, a disgruntled Tenko with his arms crossed. “He-yeah, Shimura over here says you invited him?” He chuckled in disbelief.

You held your forehead, shaking your head in dismay. Of course he wouldn’t be let in, damn it, why didn’t you think of that? He must’ve been waiting for you there for ages. Poor baby, you can’t believe you were so careless after all you’re begging for him to come.

Taking your head shaking as an answer, the bouncer turned back to Tenko, crossing his arms as well. “Alright, nice try man. Go home and… sniff panties or something I don’t know, pervert.” Even from the distance, you could see the hurt in tenkos eyes as he stared at you, utterly betrayed.

No. NO! You didn’t mean that-

“Ugh, what’s that guy doing here? Saying he knows you? What a creep. What say you I go over there and-“

The show-off next to you proposed, but you were already gone, hopped off your seat and dashing towards your sweet baby before the door closed. You yanked it open just in time and cried “Yes! Yes oh my god yes I invited him here babe I’m so sorry!”

Tenko let out a sigh of relief, smiling a little as you pulled him inside gently by the arm. You guided him to the bar where you were originally sitting, all the while gushing apologies.

“I promise babe I’ll make it up to you. Here, I got us some drinks coming it should only be a little bit.” You told him, taking your seat as Tenko took his. He just grunted in response, returning to the aloof brick wall he always became in public. (It just made the intimate moments with him in private where he practically melts under your praise all the sweeter)

The frat guy cleared his breath, taken off guard a bit, then after clearing his throat awkwardly, continued. “Yeah, uh, nice friend there, heh. Um… so, anyways, you wanna make my night and come to my place after this for some “coffee”.” He actually did air quotes for the ‘coffee’, being so unbelievably subtle.

Tenko stiffened at this, staring at you in an almost begging way as his tear-jerkingly vulnerable eyes just dared you to pretend you didn’t know him again. They dared you to confirm his insecurities.

You scoffed, taking Tenkos hand in yours and showing it to the guy. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m taken.” In synchronize, the man frowned as Tenko smiled, his fears put to rest as you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

The man guffawed un-genuinely. “What? This creep? Seriously? You know he steals girls underwear right?-“

“not proven” Tenko grumbled.

“-right, sure, “not proven”. Seriously doll, what’s he got that I don’t!”

“Well, for one thing, deodorant.” You snapped.

Tenko cackled at that, and the guy fumed. Before losing his cool, he calmed himself under a blanket of delusion. “Whatever. Y’know what? ‘Bet this is all a set up. Yeah, bet you paid him or something so you could play hard to get. The bits over babe, heh, you can’t seriously believe someone like you, would be hanging around with someone like that instead of me.”

Now it was your turn to fume. You saw Tenkos lean muscles tense under his shirt, and his mouth opening as he was about to defend your relationship, but you beat him to the punch. In one swift movement, you made the other man speechless as when you grabbed Tenko by the back of his head and pulled him to you, messily colliding your lips.

He let out a muffled yelp of surprise, grabbing onto your shoulders instinctively as you moved into his lap for better access. You sucked on his tongue before infiltrating his mouth with yours, making him moan and his eye lids droop in pleasure.

The rude fellows jaw dropped, along with those around him at the scene. You were sure to go the extra mile in showing them just how much you loved your Ten-ten, theatrically grabbing his hair and pulling his head back, showing off the fresh hickies on his neck amongst all the scars. The deep purple bruises stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Holy shit!” One of the spectators hollered. “Fucking Shimuras getting more action than Davis!”

Ah, so thats his name. Davis. You could tell it was the sleaze-bags name by the way his face flushed red in embarrassment. He grumbled something before distancing himself from the both of you for the rest of the night lest he humiliate himself further.

Tenko had bit of a quiet night after that while you party-hardyied, opting to chill on the couch for a while playing Pokémon Black 2 while nursing on his whiskey. Every so often he’d glance in your direction, making sure you’re not doing something TOO stupid.

And when it was over, he carried you home bridal style. You weren’t so drunk that you couldn’t walk, but you were drunk enough to whine about wanting to be carried home. He didn’t really mind, it was a good workout anyways.

And when you both made it home, he tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead and placing a glass of water along with an Advil for when you woke up. Then, he grabbed his lock picking kit and made his way to the old flirty merty’s house. Davis, right? Yeah, that’s the one.

But don’t worry. He just put an old dog turd on his pillow. A petty, jealous revenge sure, but none the less effective. After all,

You were HIS.

[mushroommanstan]

I’m OBSESSED with your creepy Tenko omg. I’d loooooooove to strap him down to his bed for hours with one of those automatic cock sucker pumps that just completely milks him until nothing else comes out and his eyes roll back and he’s drooling like in his favorite hentais. And maybe some sweet aftercare from the reader after he’s too fucked out to even speak<3. UGHHHHH he gives me cuteness aggression or something I swear I wanna eat him up

“Alright baby, just a little more.” You said, dabbing his forehead sweat with a towel as he jerked around. He was a moaning mess, his eyes rolled back into his head as the machine did its job, not even slowing for a second as he busted another load. You watched the thick white liquid being sucked through a transparent tube, before dripping into the thermos with the rest.

One could argue what you were doing was selfish, using your boyfriends body to make some bucks. But he agreed to it, and by the looks of it he certainly didn’t mind. So really what’s the harm?

You got the idea while having sweet sweet sex with your beloved Tenko. You needed the stress reliever after trying, and failing, to collect enough pocket money for the new limited edition Super Hero Bros game before it went away forever. It wasn’t enough, those games were always wicked expensive, and with finals coming up you couldn’t give it the attention it needed.

So, of course, you went to your boyfriend for help. You needed his long cock to pound the stressful thoughts out of your brain for a while. So happily, he accepted your invitation to the party between your legs, and began pounding into like there was no tomorrow, like usual.

You noted in your foggy brain how weird his stamina was. Like always, he kept cumming in short sporadic bursts of 2 to 3 minutes, but not even stopping for a second in between. It always left a waterfall of cum flowing out of you by the end, one that’s a pain in the ass to clean if you’re being honest.

Just think though, all those people with erectile dysfunction and stuff who wanna have kids, meanwhile you’re wasting the breeder of the century by just washing away his cum every time. Hmmm, actually… maybe… I wonder if?

Afterwards, after the both of you were satisfied to the moon and back, just barely awake you searched up on your phone if you could sell cum. The sperm banks rates immediately showed up and… oh man… that’s a lot. And-and that’s just for one little cup? Tenko could fill those up like a god damn dispenser. Damn, that’d be like printing your own money…..

Which is what led you to the present. Currently, you had Tenko strapped to the bed (the restraints were his idea) spread eagle with one of his old vibrating fleshlights on his spicy boner. You were able to use your engineering classes for knowledge and resources to attach a clear tube to the fleshlight that would collect the sperm and transfer it into one of your thermoses.

Despite him agreeing to this, you felt a little bad about using him like this for a profit, so you decided to make this as fun for him as possible. That, and well, you just like seeing him squirm. So while the expensive hand-less fleshlight did it’s thing, you put his scrawny thighs over your shoulder and just demolished his prostate with your fingers before grabbing his favorite strap on.

You two have been doing this for hours, pushing his body to the limits, and at this point he was reduced into a puddle of tears and “milk”. His eyes were rolled back into his head, his face a red mess, his eyes now waterfalls, and his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he screamed for you.

“C’mon baby” you said, stroking his cheek lovingly before slapping him, making him moan out. “Just one more then we’ll stop. You can do it.” Your hips were beginning to buckle, stiff and sore from the constant thrusting but you persevered. You couldn’t stop now, not when he was mewling so preciously for you, still moving his hips along with yours and thrusting into the fleshlight like a bitch in heat. Fuck, he was so beautiful like this, you almost wanted to leave him like this and keep him as the work of art he is. But you knew that wasn’t possible, so you instead savored every drool filled, eye rolling lustful second with him.

It didn’t take long before he let out a hoarse, reedy whine, signaling his closeness. You smirked, beginning to fondle his balls as you milked his body for all its worth. He whines out, his worn body tensing as the last of the cum in his balls is pulled from his cock in a flurry of white hot pleasure. He tries to scream, key word here is try, as only a few spurts of cum come out, the very last of the batch, something you thought you’d never see. You wait until it’s completely traveled into the thermos before you pull out, turning off the powerful vibrator attached to your hips.

It takes a few good tugs to get the pump off him even after it’s turned off, and his cock, now devoid of life to give, falls limp onto his stomach, shrinking slowly back into its dormant state.

You tighten the lid on the thermos before placing it into the freezer in his mini-fridge, right next to the frozen pizza pockets and vodka he keeps in there. Yeah, he’s a little naughty. Then you shoot a quick text scheduling the appointment at the “bank” before turning your attention to your sweet baby.

He’s completely drenched in sweat, the bedsheets too, but he’s too exhausted to move. So you grab some wet wipes and wipe him down till he’s passably clean before pulling his boxers back up and collapsing next to him.

You wrapped your arm around his chest, tsking as you felt him tremble. He was crying softly, letting out little hiccups as he tried to calm down. “Oh calm down, you big baby.” You said softly.

He didn’t look at you, his eyes still glued to the ceiling and exotropia’d slightly in exhaustion. You got a little worried, only teasing before, so you whispered concernedly “you doing ok?”

Your head, nestled into his neck, felt his chin bump into it as he gave the faintest of nods making you sigh in relief. You kissed his neck, fretting a little over the texture of the fresh scars, and slapping his shoulder not too hard and scolding him. It was clear from just one glance at his state that no words were going to stick, so you sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of you and promising yourself to punish him in the morning. Maybe some spanking? Yeah, that’ll do it.

You know he’s trying to stay awake a little longer, just for you. You could see his eyes straining as he waited to see if you had anything left to say. And while it was sweet, you knew he desperately needed to rest, so you decided to hit his natural snooze button.

You weaved your fingers in his dark hair poofs, and immediately his eyes fell shut like they were weighed down by rocks. His mouth fell open and the room was filled with soft, but reasonably loud snores. You didn’t mind though, not when he has just the cutest snores ever.

You fell asleep, cuddled up to him not too long after that, and when you woke up you were in for a shock. Turns out, dangerous, world ending quirk gene having sperm goes for A LOT. Mostly from people buying it so it doesn’t get in the wrong hands. You guys were actually able to get TWO games instead of one. So… score!

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How hilarious do you guys think a bnha + one piece cross over would be? Like should I try writing it? Obvs I’m still gonna do the college au tenko stuff but like, I sense potential in this shit

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Glory Hole

(c au tenko)

Warnings: gay smut, blowjob, bi tenko

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Tenko sat on the toilet seat with his pants up, waiting anxiously yet impatiently for someone to occupy the stall next to his. He stared at the grimy, worn hole in the wall in silence apart from the grinding of his teeth. It was agony waiting like this, just pure agony.

Finally, someone entered, and he heard just for a moment the bustling party going on just outside the door, hooting and hollering erupting from no doubt drunk off their asses frat boys and girls. He heard boots making their way across the cheap linoleum floor until they went into the stall adjacent to him, the footsteps confident and strong. He heard their zipper and the sound of liquid pouring as they, well, did what they came in here for.

Tenko hopped off the toilet, wobbling a little bit as his legs had fallen asleep, before lowering onto his knees infront of the hole in the wall. He licked his lips, waiting for the other male to finish while he quivered nervously, one had subconsciously raising to scratch at his neck. He hasn’t done anything like this before, but he’s “thought” about it plenty of times. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system that made him want to go through with it.

In any case, the reality of the situation finally came to him when he heard the stream taper off. He scratched his neck harder as his mind was filled with thoughts going a mile a minute. If he didn’t do something, like, now, the other guy will just leave and he’ll miss his chance! Cmon, you can do this. This is what you trained for. Just go for it.

He faced the hole and positioned his mouth over it, shaking hand raising and hesitantly knocking three times while he opened his mouth as far as it would go. Tenkos jaw kept relaxing automatically as he waited, mostly out of nervousness but he continued to force it open anyways. The other guy responded to the knocks with a confused hum, expecting an answer, but Tenko tried his best to let his awaiting mouth do the talking.

He couldn’t see but he heard the others knees clicking as they presumably squatted down, and Tenko knew they had seen his offering when they let out an amused “oooooh”, followed by chuckling. He stretched his mouth even further as the other rose, his zipper lowering once again and Tenko squeezed his eyes shut.

Last minute thoughts flashed through his eyes almost making him pull back but he stayed put. He remembered last minute all the things he had read the night before, all the videos he had seen on this exact topic that showed him what to do. He waited, he waited a few agonizing, suspenseful seconds until…..

Utter bliss.

The first thing that hit him was the taste. Earthy, salty, soulfully addicting. The second was the warmth. It filled his otherwise cool mouth like a drink of hot cocoa during the cold months, a heavenly feeling that immediately put all his nerves at ease. He dared not open his eyes, fully savoring the feeling of his mouth being filled to the brim before he let his lips close around the hot mass and pull.

Immediately Tenko heard the male hiss, both of them shuddering in unison as Tenko began to suckle on the member lodged in his mouth. He wasn’t doing much at that moment, just taking a second to savor the weight on his tongue before the other clicked his tongue impatiently and Tenko got to work.

Tenko sunk deeper letting the head rest against his tonsils for a moment before bobbing back, taking in gulping breaths as he heard the other man do the same. Then he sunk down again, his tongue naturally writhing along the underside of his shaft and his cheeks hollowed on their own. He was worried before, but now he sees it was unfounded. His body already knew what to do, had already taken in the lessons he had learned from the certain videos he had watched.

After bobbing for a bit, Tenko withdrew. He took the cock in hand and caressed it against his face, his tongue lolling out and laving over it messily. He just loved the feel of it on his cheek, so damn warm and hard. He licked the shaft from the side before lowering, causing the man on the other end to move closer and give Tenko access to their balls. He kissed them in gratitude before taking them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. They were a little fuzzy, a little wiry, and very musky.

At this point the man on the other end was jerking his hips, and Tenko was able to feel his pulse from the throbbing veins on his cock. The deep pink tip was now an angry red, and Tenko was sure if the other man could touch him he’d have his fingers in Tenkos scalp, pulling him even closer. Tenko shuddered at the thought, deluding himself into thinking that maybe there’d be time for that later.

After playing with the man’s sack for a bit, Tenko grew bored of that at around the same time the other man had as well. So he moved back to what he was doing before, and with the cock fully against the door he decided to begin deep throating him. He forced himself down on the veiny mast, the head beginning to nudge at the back of his throat, but he persevered. Then, when he was as far down as he could go, his nose tickled by the other’s pubes, he held himself there.

Tenko heard a loud moan from the man, his twitching mouth being well enough to get him there. He grunted as a warning, thrusting his hips just a little as his legs wobbled. Tenko heeded him and retreated to the tip, sucking harshly as he urged him to finish in his mouth with his mouth. His hands kept busy on his shaft as well, pumping vigorously to replace the stimulation his throat had given. Both efforts were well enough to satisfy the other and beyond, their hips bucking again as they finally let go in his mouth.

Hot jizz shot into tenkos mouth which he accepted enthusiastically, groaning at the taste and sucking greedily as his hands slowed to a more gentle pace. He gulped down the salty fluids with a long moan, the vibrations making the other whine from overstimulation. He kept going until the other was completely dry, even keeping the soft member in his mouth after that and relishing the feeling for as long as he could.

“Heh, damn. What a cum-slut. Perfect little cum dumpster.” The other sighed, finally canting his hips back and retrieving his soft member from the overstimulating, greedy mouth that did what it could to get him to stay.

Tenko wasn’t sure why, and was a little embarrassed by the fact that he was genuinely touched by that backhanded compliment. He was a perfect cum dumpster? He blushed at that, wiping his chin as he found comfort int the fact that he was skilled in pleasuring, not just destruction. That the same hands he loathed for their murderous capabilities could also be used to make someone feel good.

Tenko was about to thank him, but he bit his tongue at the last moment, remembering just in time that he couldn’t give his identity away. His scratchy, hoarse voice would be a clear indicator, and he’d only serve to turn the happy moments he had just created for the other into ones of disgust. Because he is disgusting, isn’t he? Just a disgusting, ugly little creep. I mean, who would even let him near their-

“We should do this again sometime Tenko.”

That simple, casual remark sent tremors up Tenkos spine. He knew, fuck, he KNEW! Was he mad? He was wasn’t he. Damn it, he was sure the glory hole was gonna make it so that no one knew it was him, so his terrible reputation wouldn’t follow him and he’d be able to suck some dick in peace. What gave him away?

The man chuckled, now on his knees and making eye contact with Tenko through the glory hole. Through dewed eyes Tenko looked at the man confused, now cowering in the corner and scratching his neck furiously. “What? You didn’t think I knew? The scratching was a dead give away. No one digs themself like that unless they’ve got lice the size of ping pong balls.”

Tenkos hands stopped, and he looked at them in terrified awe for just a moment. He was beyond confused. If he knew from the beginning, then… why…

“W-why’d you let me do it?”

Now it was the man’s turn to be confused. “What d’ya mean? Why wouldn’t I let you do it? I, I mean… I-“

He began stuttering now, and Tenkos posture relaxed as he saw him look away coyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve had my eyes on you for a w-while now, to be honest…. Guess I couldn’t resist when I realized it was you.”

Tenko was sure he was dreaming now. “M-me?!” He yelled, almost furiously.

“Yeah. Frankly I should be asking why you let me! You’re legendary man! I-“ he cleared his throat, regaining his composure, before handing a slip of paper to Tenko through the hole. “Listen. If you ever find your mouth painfully empty again, I’d love to help you out.”

Hesitantly, Tenko took the paper, smoothing the crinkled ball and nearly passing out when he saw what was inside. It was a phone number. A holy fucking real ass phone number.

He heard the bathroom door unlocking, and just as the other man was about to leave he stopped, looking at the disheveled twink peeking at him from the barely open stall door. He winked.

“And if any other holes of yours are feeling empty too, well, it’d be my pleasure.”

With that, he left, the door slamming shut behind him. Completely sober now, Tenko collapsed into the corner of the stall, staring at the ceiling in awe and clutching the paper tightly to his chest.

No doubt in Tenkos mind, this was the strangest thing to ever happen in that bathroom.

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Ok so, this idea came to me in a dream, no joke, and I knew I just had to write it. I don’t wanna toot my own horn but I’m really proud of this one.

Readers choice but in my mind and in the dream the other guy was Touya. But, you know, it can be who ever.

Hope y’all liked it of course, comments and constructive criticism is appreciated, of course.

[mushroommanstan]

Tables turned

College au tenko x reader

Warnings: panty sniffing, masturbation, blue balls teasing, sub/dom relationship

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Bound and gagged, Tenko could do nothing as you tore his boxers off of him. This wasn’t the first time you handcuffed him to a chair, but admittedly this was still odd to him. Usually you’d give him an idea of what you were going to do. This time, it feels like you were purposefully vague.

All he knew was that he was in trouble. He knew he should have thrown away all the stolen panties when you two got together, he knew that. But… old habits are hard to break, and he couldn’t help himself from keeping them around just in case. When he walked in and saw you looking at them with disgust, his hiding place found during cleaning, well, he knew he was in for a punishment.

Expecting you to play with his cock, he was surprised when instead you pulled away, flopping down onto the messy bed with his boxers in hand.

Then, well, he could honestly say he was not expecting this at all. He watched as you took his boxers, flipped them inside out and took a big sniff at the crotch. His jaw dropped as much as it could with the gag in place, and he was rendered speechless as he watched you huff the moist fabric like an animal.

When your fingers dipped down into your own panties he nearly lost it, hips jumping and cock bobbing as he struggled against his restraints. Holy fuck that was hot. You giggled at him, stroking your clit as you breathed in his heavenly musk.

He whined, his cock already angry red and aching from neglect. It wasn’t hard to give him blue balls, but it was painful. But even so he couldn’t stop watching you.

In the back of his mind the previous, seemingly random orders you had given him were starting to making sense. Go for a jog… well, I guess that was it. Go for a jog. But he didn’t usually do those so, it was still weird for him. It made sense now though, physical activities always magnifying the ripe scent he used to be after. He’s still after it I mean, but now he gets it straight from the source.

He let out a desperate growl when your tongue poked out from your lips, licking up the precum from his undies like he would slick from girl’s. He was losing control now, hips bucking wildly as he became a victim to his instincts, somehow being fucked dumb despite not even being touched once. He was going feral, so damn turned on that he felt like he would explode if he didn’t fuck you in the next 10 seconds.

But alas, the restraints held firm, and he could do naught but sit there and watched as you got yourself off to the scent of him. He watched you soil your panties, licking his lips at the wet spot that blossomed from your privates, and fed up with your teasing, he immediately began begging for his freedom as coherently as he could through his gag.

You just twirled his boxers in your fingers, flinging it at him and hitting him right in the face with them before confidently sauntering over. You removed the gag from his mouth, straddling him on his chair and giggling when you felt just how rock hard you got him. Circling your hips and making him squeal, you whispered in his ear

“So, how does it feel, big boy? The sniffer becomes the sniff-ed”

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Repost if you want fic writers to stop deleting their content if/when they leave. No reason you have to burn the art when the artist dies guys.

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Mommy’s milkshake

College au tenko x reader

Warnings: mommy kink, duh, exhibitionism, dubcon kinda, cum in food

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“Hey… p-pst, stop it! I mean it… s-stohaaah, stop iiit.” Tenko whispered desperately, his thighs quaking as you thumbed his slit. You didn’t listen though, no, you just kept driving him crazy while wearing that devious, grinch-like smirk that made him shudder.

You might be asking yourself: what’s going on? Why did Tenko of all people want you to stop playing with his dick? Well, it all started like maybe ten minutes before this, when you and him were walking past the entrance of the cafeteria on your way to the local game store.

You had insisted the both of you get snacks first, craving one of the chocolate milkshakes that were so heavily advertised around campus, to which he agreed mumbling about getting a panini or something.

You got your shake and joined him at the table he found. It wasn’t hard to find him, he was always given a generous amount of elbow room from his frightened peers. Immediately when you took your first sip, you realized something was off. It was just… bland. I mean, yeah, it was sweet but… that’s it. Where’s the bitter in of the chocolate? Where’s the salty of the… I don’t know, salt? It just-it should have more to it than just… sweet.

You scrunched your eyebrows in disgust, which Tenko noticed almost immediately. He took another bite of his sandwich before softly asking “was wong? Don’ like id?”

You could just barely make out what he was saying with the full mouth he had. You shrugged. “Eh.. it’s fine…”

You swirled the straw around in your drink, watching as the dark chocolate lines swirled and swirls until they faded beyond distinction and you were left with a tan brown surface. Then you took the straw out, watching as the blob of ice cream still one it started to sag in the open air, before placing the tip of your straw on your tongue and letting it fall into your awaiting mouth.

Tenko shifted uncomfortably, and seeing the movement in the corner of your eye you turned slightly to look at him, only to see a familiar blush adorning his features. You smirked, wrapping your tongue around the plastic tube then putting in your mouth and swirling it about. He whimpered. It was quiet, deadly quiet, and if you hadn’t been concentrating you would have missed it. But he whimpered.

You smirked, looking down at his lap and seeing what you had suspected. Full mast, just like that. You almost chuckled at the sight, heh, that Tenko and his libido. If you and him were the last ones on the planet he’d have the strength to repopulate the whole world single handedly you suspect. The amount of eager cum in his balls on a daily basis was a marvel of science. Which… gave you an idea actually.

With shaking hands, he returned to his sandwich, expecting that to be the end of it. So color him surprised when he felt a familiar hand groping his bulge. You wrapped your fingers around his bulge and stroked him from base to peak like a scammy claw machine continuously failing to pluck a toy from the mass. Or maybe like an octopus expanding and condensing at it swims. No, no the claw machine was a much better analogy. MOVING ON:

He nearly choked as you caressed his bulge, and his eyes darted around anxiously before settling at you, giving a pleading expression as if this wasn’t what he wanted. Silly boy, you can hear his panting and see his trembling from here. That, and he knew he could just say the safe word. But he wasn’t, was he?

You leaned over to his ear and whispered “Mommy’s milkshake is dreadfully bland. What say you help me give it some of your special flavor, hm? Be a good boy for mommy and I might just reward you tonight. Maybe I’ll use some of my special toys ‘n fill your cute little slutty hole to the brim~.”

His hips jumped at the thought and you chuckled softly. You licked the shell of his ear, making him shudder, before you continued. As you spoke, your fingers became harsher and harsher, now whole handedly squeezing his package and massaging it as he tries his hardest to hold in moans.

He shook his head rapidly, his pitch black curls slapping against his temples as he tried his darnedest to resist your temptations. “N-no!” He whisper yelled in between quiet moans. “No so-aah~someone wi-will, hah, see-mmn.”

Your hand stopped and he was ashamed how much he missed your movements despite his protests. “Is my Tenko seriously telling mommy no? That’s not good boy behavior. No, that’s not good boy behavior at all. Does mommy really have to punish you so soon?”

He shook his head, biting his lip tightly as you gave him slow, hard presses with your palm. “N-no mommy.” He whispered back. “I’m y-you’re good boy, I promise.” He gasped as your hand sped up again, now reaching for his zipper.

“Good.” You said. Then you were kissing his neck again, watching as his face got redder and redder, sweatier and sweatier. You leaned back to enjoy the sight of him, your little whore trying desperately not to cause a scene, before you leaned back in for one last comment as you reached down his pants, finally pulling his member out.

“Besides. Even if someone did see you, would that really be such a bad thing? Being known as the guy with a “not giving a fuck” attitude who gets jerked off in public by his super hot girlfriend? Doesn’t sound so bad to me. Cmon, let me be your trophy wife for you.”

He shuddered. Admittedly, when you put it that way, it does sound appealing. Lord knows his reputation is in the crapper as it is, so anything helps.

You were now properly pumping him, your hand going up and down his admittedly long shaft in practiced rhythm. He was oozing pre at this point, making good lube, and the wet slaps that followed were just barely overshadowed by the chitter chatter around you. Every downstroke you were graced with the feeling of his long, wiry pubic hairs tickling your pinky, a welcomed feeling that no doubt would unfortunately make your hand smell musky for the rest of the day.

His hand rose to his mouth, and he began biting his knuckle in the hopes of muffling himself while sinking lower and lower in his crappy plastic chair. You could tell he was getting close, so with one hand you popped the lid off your milkshake and snuck it under the table. His tip hit the rim, a little bit of the cold residue stuck to it making him hiss. But the feeling was soon forgotten as you sped up, licking your lips as you nearly drooled in thirst, thirst for his cum.

“Cmon baby. Cum for me. Cum for mommy.” You once again whispered, and he whined out slightly louder than before, eyebrows curved upwards in a pleading expression as his eyes fluttered shut. His hips were rising slightly, and you knew it was only just a moment till-

“N-nyaahah!”

A hot, thick rope of cum shot out of him, landing on your fingers and making you tsk. Your hand slowed to a more gentle pace as you milked him into your cup, whispering praises in his ear as he trembled. Like usual, there was a lot, and you felt as maybe 3 or 4 good ropes hit the walls of the cup before dribbling down into the brownish cream. When he was finished, you tucked his wang back in his boxers and even zipped his pants back up for him, smoothing out the wrinkles and leaving it looking like it hadn’t been disturbed.

He was a panting mess, hand dropping from his mouth limply and sweat dripping from his forehead. You, on the other hand, remained casual, popping the lid back on your drink then clicking your tongue at the mess made on your knuckles.

Noticing your dilemma, a peer of yours stopped in his tracks as he walked by, offering you a slightly crumbled napkin to help clean up what he assumed was spilled ice cream. “Here sweetheart.”

Agitated by the pet name, Tenko regained full consciousness, about to show this guy a lesson despite his boneless state before you stopped him, declining and instead opting to lick it off. You turned slightly to Tenko, making eye contact as your tongue followed the white trail on your finger, collecting it and bringing it to your mouth. He inhaled sharply, forgetting everything else as the random guy looked at you both confusedly, but in the end didn’t care and just walked off.

With your hand clean and your shake improved, you took a big sip and smiled at the new flavors. Sweet and salty, a little sour, a little bitter, and the nice musky flavor of him. Perfect.

It’s so good that, well, maybe you’ll have to do this again.

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Tada! I did a fic! Yay…..

Idk why but lately my motivation has been poopy, so I’m sorry about that. But I hope y’all liked this. Sorry if I made this a little more “mommy” than usual hehe.

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Nicknames drabble

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“Hey Gara!” You called from across the room, hands quickly chopping up the unfortunate fruits and vegetables that crossed your path before their remains were added to the curry. “Pass me the lime will ya?”

There was no response. You called again. “Gara. Lime please?” Still, no response.

Annoyed, you turned around to face him, watching him tap away at his switch while leaning against the door.

“Tomura.”

“Hmm?” His gaze lifted from the game in gentle confusion. Maybe a tad bit submissively.

“I said could you get me the limes? They’re in the fruit bowl right next to you.”

He looked to his left, plucking only the finest lime before gently throwing it to you, which you failed to catch embarrassingly and had to pick up from the floor. The ultimate shame.

“So you were talking to me then.” Shigaraki stated, and you when rose you gave him an affirmative hum.

“Ah. Why’d you call me ‘Gara’ though? Sounds like some weird rpg character.”

You shrugged. “I’ve been thinking up new nicknames for you. What’d you think? Gara? Shi-gara-ki? Eh?”

He snorted. “You literally took the most unrecognizable part of my name and expected me to understand it. You’re so…silly.”

You snorted back. “Alright wise guy, if you’re so smart let’s hear your idea. What should I be calling you from now on?”

He wrapped his lanky arms around your waist while you stirred, resting his head on your shoulder affectionately. He whispered “master~” in your ear.

You burst out giggling, the wooden spoon you had been using flicking up in your fit, causing little flecks of hot soup to rise up and hit “Gara” in the face. He winced a little at the stinging sensation, and you apologized. “Haha, sorry sorry!”

He kissed your cheek. “All good. You can make it up to me later~”

You snarked. “Yeah yeah cool your jets horn-dog.”

He sighed amusedly. “All right, all right. Fine.” Kissing your neck, he finally released you, moving back to his corner and plucking his switch back from the counter and returning to his relaxed stance. You returned to your curry, letting the soft music of his game and the soft clicking of his buttons fill your ears. It was nice, everything. The evening, the quiet lull of it. The love between the two of you that didn’t need to be said to be felt.

All of it. :)

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Just some shig fluff for today. I’m working on this angst to smut that’s gonna blow yalls minds 🤯🤯🤯

[mushroommanstan]

Kicking masochist college au tenko in the balls

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You counted the fives in your hands, wanting to make sure the little incel kept up his end of the deal. 35 dollars… 40 dollars… 45…. Aaaand, 50. Yep, all here.

The materialistic greed you felt helped mask the creeping shame that weighed on your shoulders. God, if your parents knew what they were paying for you to do in college was sex acts for money….

Well, whatever. This isn’t so bad, and really it’s something you’d be willing to do for free.

Tenko let out a deep breath, shaking his hands at his sides to prepare himself. His knees wobbled in anticipation, and for a fleeting moment his pitiful state was almost cute.

“You ready?” You asked, pocketing the money and approaching him. He looked at you, startled like a baby deer being approached by a hungry wolf. It was weird, the whole thing being his idea after all.

“Y-yeah. Ready.”

In one fluid moment, you swiftly brought your foot crashing up to his crotch, colliding into his considerable bulge with enough force that you wouldn’t be surprised if one of his nuts exploded. You could’ve sworn you heard something crackle.

He shrieked in pain, grabbing his crotch and falling to his knees, hunched over like a little goblin. You smirked, watching as he trembled and hearing his disgusting panting breaths.

Then, surprisingly, he looked back up at you with lustful, tear ridden eyes, his mouth stretched in an unnervingly blissful smile. His face was flushed red and he looked like he was in ecstasy.

“Ag… agh-“ he started, heaving as he tried to force out his words despite his family jewels begging him to stop.

“Again!” He cried, quite desperately. It made you flinch, completely unexpected in comparison of how people normally feel when they’re kicked in their no-no square.

Then your smirk grew, and you sauntered over to the pathetic, disheveled pervert you were gracing with your sweet sweet torture.

“Alright.” You sighed. “Here’s a freebie”

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Just hear me out guys—

[mushroommanstan]

So I’ve been doing a lot of college au tenko stuff lately, and don’t get me wrong I love it, but I just wanted to share an idea I had with regular Shig

I feel like for shigs whole life he’s been told what he does is wrong.

“Idiot you can’t be a hero” -his dad

“Idiot you should kill people” -AFO

“Idiot you shouldn’t kill people wtf is wrong with you” -Heroes

“Idiot you can’t just kill people you don’t like you gotta let them join the league” -Kurogiri

I also feel like this is why Shig was so narcissistic in his gremlin era, cause if no one else was gonna tell him it’s ok to be himself then he’s just gonna have to do it.

So like, I think Shig having a girlfriend that gives him some much needed ‘atta boy!’s is a good idea.

Like he just comes home exhausted, his muscles ache and he’s beyond frustrated with himself because he just can’t live up to his potential. And he flips down onto the bed only for his gf to start stroking his hair lovingly and telling him that he’s so pretty. He’s a pretty boy, and smart. And his plan was good, and he’ll get them eventually because he’s very clever and handsome.

I feel like he’d be really confused and defensive at first, but would slowly accept what they’re saying. And after a bit of them reassuring him that he is, infact, worthy of praise, he’d be a much better boss and would probably be more successful than canon Tomura.

Idk this is just an idea that I’ve had in my head for a while.

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Creepy Tenko asks if Y/N her big titties to give him a titjob?

“Ya like em sweetie?”

He nodded against your luscious lobes, his dry skin accidentally catching on your nipples a little and making you squeal. You grabbed his black locks instinctively and tried to hold his head still. The position you left him in had his neck craning up to you, his Addams apple standing out as he gazed into your eyes with such adoration you could swear you just promised him your kidney.

He slobbered over your globes messily, humping the air as he kept eye contact with you all throughout. The sight of his fluttering eyes and his tinted red face you were pressing into your bosom was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. It sent sparks of electricity down your spine, each pathetic whimper he let pass his lips making you moan out along with him.

“Mmmhmmm” he whined. “Y-mmy/n… I-I wanna… I wanna-“ you released your hold on his head, letting him swiftly, yet visibly reluctantly, leave the warm embrace your bazongas had given to his face.

“You wanna what baby?” You smirked down at him in amusement as his mouth opened and closed in desperate attempts to speak, small gasps only escaping for a short amount of time.

“W-wanna… wanna… wanna get ‘tit job mistress! Wan-want you to put y-your, mmmnhgaah, your t-t-tits ‘round my cock ‘n squeeze ‘em! Ngaah!”

You chuckled. Look at him, already in euphoria and you weren’t even touching him. I guess just the idea and potential opportunity for him was enough to get his cock pulsing painfully.

“Oooh, little Ten-Ten wants a tit job? Well, ok! Because you’ve been such a good boy-“ his cock visibly twitched “-you deserve a little treat. C’mere baby, sit up and let me work my magic~”

He raised up to your level eagerly, but before he could push your breasts down to his waiting cock you grabbed him by the hem of his hoodie and looked at him scornfully.

“But! If you ever forget to say ‘please’ again when begging me for help, I promise you there will be punishments. You’re lucky I’m letting it slide this time. After all, I’d think such naughty, perverted losers would know to take what they can get you cocky bastard.”

Your insults were hollow, you both well knew that. And frankly, they weren’t even that good. But they still excited you both and had shivers going down his spine as he was reminded of your authority.

He nodded submissively, and you loosened your grip before taking your hand off his shirt completely. Then, while still glaring at him in dominance you lowered your chest into his lap, as he let out a high pitched keen at the feeling of your blissfully warm and soft skin surrounding his cock.

They wrapped around his shaft, placing comfortable weight on his sensitive area like a weighted blanket would, and when you squeezed then together created a perfect little pocket for him to hump. Which he did, quite pathetically might I add.

It felt even better than he ever imagined, and he squealed while balling his bedsheets in his hands, jerking his hips up into your chest with such force his tip kept bumping into your chin.

It didn’t take long for him to climax, it never did, but since his dick was still pinned between your breasts, your face took the full impact of his discharge. He held your face up and moaned dramatically, eyes rolling back as he tugged at your hair and drooled in ecstasy. There was, so, so much cum. Again, like usual.

By the end of it, it practically looked like you had had a bowl of ranch dumped on your head. And the feeling of his warm seed drying on your face and the sight of his worn out body collapsing backwards onto your thighs had them rubbing together in excitement.

Oh yes, you’ll be doing this again.

[mushroommanstan]

For your creepy Tenko series I'm totally the type of person to go up to him and try to fact check. Like I would see this guy being bullied get concerned and try to be his friend. Oh boy him dealing with a woman who discovers that he did something that was not his fault as a child and he's been tormented ever since yeah no I would be his friend... Then totally fall for him. You just made him far too precious!

Fact check

College au Tenko

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As usual, people whispered and heckled quietly as he walked by in the halls. It was annoying for sure, but he had to admit, if there was one thing good about being a social pariah it’s that people always clear a path for you. And considering how crowded the halls get, it comes in handy.

So after so many years of not having to watch where he was going, I guess he couldn’t be blamed when he bumped into you, falling onto his ass with a “oof”. There were a few gasps from the audience, stilling and waiting to see if you would melt into a pile of rushed apologies like any normal person.

“Watch it asshole!”

Almost everyone erupted with a chorus of “oooooooo” like they were elementary school kids watching a classmate being taken out into the hall. He rolled his eyes at their exaggeration, picking himself back up and dusting off his pants before turning to you, still expecting an apology or something even though it was clearly his fault.

The friends you were gabbing with all took a step back from you, leaving you to unknowingly face this demon alone.

You recognized him almost immediately, not by his actual appearance but from the way people would describe certain attributes about him. Jet black poofy hair, blood red eyes, cracks and scars littering his face, yep, that’s the guy. Although you had to admit seeing him in person you realized you had imagined him all wrong. People would describe his features like they were telling a ghost story but in reality he was pretty… cute.

“Oh, you must be Shimura right? I’ve heard about you, nice to meet you in person.” You stuck your hand out, inviting him for a handshake to which he just raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief. Really? This is a joke right? You’re asking him for a handshake.

Apathetically, he shook your hand, his unkept fingernails and scratchy skin poking out from under his gloves making you wince a little. His face didn’t change from his disbelieving, mildly annoyed grimace, as if he was saying “are you this stupid” with his eyes.

“So…” you started, playing with your fingers a little bit. “Is it true you… uh… killed people. Like that’s obviously a rumor right?”

He sighed. “Wow, straight to the punch huh? Alright, yes, I did kill people. Quite a few. Happy?”

Your face dropped. That was not the answer you were expecting. Before you figured they were just batshit crazy rumors that would make for a good icebreaker you two could laugh about. I mean, there’s no way any self respecting college would let him in! But….

“Oh. Oh, my god.” You started, your face turning to an expression more familiar to him. “And so, the stuff about you bringing a hand… to…”

Before you could finish your sentence he had already brought it out, wiggling the limp grey appendage in front of your face as people gagged and screamed around you, evacuating and giving you two some privacy.

You were utterly speechless. “I…but…c-can I ask why? Why you…”

He put father back in his pocket and stuck his pinky finger in his ear, looking away from you disrespectfully as he wiped his eardrums with his nails. “You have the internet. Just look up “Tenko Shimura Killer” and you’ll have all the information you need. Can I go now? I gotta get to class and I don’t feel like explaining to the professor how I got caught up in a surprise interrogation.”

Rather rudely, he lightly shoved you out of the way, making you huff. What an asshole! What a rude… intriguing asshole. Hmmm…

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You weren’t expecting so many results to pop up. Whenever normal people search up their names there’s only like one result, maybe two of you’re lucky, but this guy has to have thousands. News reports, sympathy blogs, theorizers, interviews, so, so many interviews. You were actually able to learn a surprising amount from just a single news article, and found he might not be as black and white as you thought.

Yes, he did kill people. But as you came to found out, it was indisputably accidental, something that, from the rumors you’ve heard at the college, has been coming back haunt him for years in the form of unrelenting harassment.

After some digging, you were even able to find a recording of an interrogation he had to go through when he was just a little kid.

(Static buzz + crying)

Cop 1: can you tell us where your family is?

(Silence apart from crying)

Cop 2: Tenko?

Tenko: H-help me… please

Cop 2: That’s what we’re trying to do bud. We just gotta know if you have any living relatives.

(Crying intensifies)

Tenko: …please, you have to help me… I’m sorry!

Cop 1: sorry for what? I don’t have all day shit stain! Now where the hell are your parents?

Cop 2: Jesus Christ Mitch he’s just a little kid!

Cop 1: a little kid who’s wasted half an hour of our time with his “I’m sorry”s and “help me”s. It’s getting old, and we need answers.

Cop 2: he just doesn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind for this. We should call it a night and try it again tomorrow.

Cop 1: like hell we are. He’s not spending another night at the station. Now tell me kid, where! Are! Your! Parents!

Tenko: I KILLED THEM!!!

(Silence)

Tenko: I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I’m sorry!

Cop 2: Jesus

(Sound of person vomiting)

Cop 1: oh god fucking damn it.

End of recording.

You went pale hearing this. He sounded young, too young, and you could feel his despairing sobs nearly breaking your heart in two. Holy hell, oh, just oh my god. That poor bastard! How could people say such terrible things about him when he’s already been through so much!

Under the article, you saw a Reddit post titled “Tenko Shimura harasses hot student, creep gonna creep”, in which someone took a picture of your encounter that day, with him waving the hand in your face. The comments, good lord the comments, they just made you cry even harder.

You shut your laptop. It probably wasn’t your business to meddle in but you didn’t care, you were gonna do what you could to make his life less hellish. He’s been through enough.

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You waited for him in the halls, this time with your eyes trained on the door as you purposefully stand in what would soon be his way. People almost questioned you, almost, but the fierce look of determination in your eyes and your tense stance told them this was not their fight. Didn’t stop them from waiting around in the background though, wanting to see just what you’ll do.

You didn’t know how, but even though you were looking right at the door he still managed to go unnoticed, seemingly camouflaging himself amongst the other students. You only noticed him when he was just about to pass by you, when his hair fluttered and for just a moment his striking red eyes were visible, seemingly glowing from the dark clothing and hair.

You caught his wrist as he passed, and everyone watching tensed. He turned around immediately muttering “who the fuck-“ before you pulled him in for a hug.

He let out a shocked gasp, struggling in your hold as he thought you were attacking him or something.

“I’m so sorry Tenko, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” You whimpered meekly into his chest. He stopped struggling, not having heard that from someone that wasn’t a hero in front of a news camera.

He patted your back awkwardly as he felt his hoodie moisten, realizing you were crying on him… for him. “There there?”

He hadn’t actually expected you to look him up. Maybe skim a few pictures or scroll through Reddit sure but from the looks of you it seems you did more research than he thought you would.

He held you, beyond confused, as you trembled attached to his chest. A crowd formed around you guys and it wasn’t long before some took pictures. He didn’t care though, never did. But still, judging on how it looks he can imagine the way they’ll spin it.

After a moment you rose from his chest and tearfully gave him your number in case he’d ever need someone to talk to, which he skeptically accepted. And eventually, on a cold, lonely night he did find himself in a moment of weakness, so he decided to dial you up even though you might just make him feel worse. You didn’t, you actually listened without judgement, and after that he didn’t feel so reluctant about calling you.

Venting calls turned to causal chats turned to gaming calls, and for once he actually felt like a normal person with normal friends. It struck him that this is what his life could be

If the others just did their fucking research.

[mushroommanstan]

Your Tenko Au is just *chef's kiss*

Thank you so much! Believe me, there’s LOTS more to come. I am just swimming in asks that I have failed to do yet and I’m sorry for giving y’all college au Tenko fics blue balls.

This means a lot tho, so thanks again :)

[mushroommanstan]

Hiiii I really like your writing and I wanted to ask if you could maybe write something about the reader spending mothers day with College Tenko in their dorm. The reader comes back from the bathroom with red puffy eyes, upset because they don’t get to spend Mother’s Day with their mother (Being a college student and all) because they’re to far in distance but also emotionally distant. Tenko hugs them and tries awkwardly comforting them and accidentally lets slip that his mom is bead because of him. Then the reader tries comforting him as well. Idk but it would really mean a lot <3

College AU Tenko cheering you up on Mother’s Day

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“Mom I-“

“Oh fuck off!”

A child should never hear that from their mother, especially when it’s directed at them. But clear as crystal your mom continued to curse you out until you felt your eyes dewing with tears. Dammit, dammit dammit dammit.

You know the state you left her in when you went away for college. Terrified, mad, constantly at war with her addiction and the landlord, dirt poor as she used any income she got to drown her insecurities in liquor. You had used your childhood cleaning up after her for the most part, but to say she was a terrible mom would be a lie. Despite everything in her life she… she always made sure to show her best side to you. She never struck you, never said anything hurtful despite how much she clearly wanted to, a way to make her small, depressed self feel big for just a moment. But she didn’t. Really, under the circumstances she was the best mom she could be.

She had always said college was a scam, and even if it wasn’t it was way too expensive. Just some daycare for spoiled brats so they can hurt themselves for a piece of paper, she’d say. But you always felt different. You’d always felt passionate in (y/p), and a place where you could really hone your skills, even just a little bit felt like heaven on earth. So you studied hard, worked your darnedest and got your scholarships before sending in your college applications. You got in, and it was the best feeling you’ve ever felt.

That was, until your mom found out. To say she was upset was an understatement. In fact, she tried ripping up your approval letters before you shoved her away. Then you two got into a fight where you said you didn’t want to end up like her, and without another word you left and never looked back, until now.

You’d think at-least on Mother’s Day she’d be just a little more forgiving, or at least affectionate. But here she was, cursing you out in her slurred, obviously drunk voice even though it was quite early in the morning. After a while you couldn’t handle it anymore, hanging up without even saying “happy Mother’s Day”.

You weeped, sitting on the toilet with your head in your hands as you cried in the most private place of Tenkos dorm room, his bathroom. (And even then it’s not so private ;) ). Door locked, you were content on riding this out by yourself when you heard the door to his room open.

Tenko walked in, and after previously being introduced to the Heathers musical last night which he absolutely adored, was singing “Candy Store” boisterously with a big ol’ grin on his face.

Why was he so happy? Well, because he got the new switch game of course. His asshole roommate Dabi is out of town, his favorite food place was having a sale, damn, it’s really shaping up to be a perfect weekend.

That was of course, until he just barely heard you sniffling over the sound of his own singing. He slowly stopped, dropping his things and pressing his ear to the door where he heard you sobbing.

Panic struck him, worried about you as he paced a little, calling out “you alright babe?”

You didn’t answer. You were in no frame of mind to be talking to him so you just hugged your knees on the toilet, crying onto your kneecaps.

He scratched his neck, nervously, wondering what he could do to get you out of there before he got an idea that had his lips curving up in amusement.

He pressed his cheek agains the door and sang “~Veronica, open the-open the door now, Verconica open the door!~”

Your head lifted off your knees, and you walked over to the door. Was he really-

“~Veronica can we not fight anymore please? Can we not fight anymore?~”

You giggled. God, what a dork.

He smiled when he heard you laugh, glad his “plan” was working.

“~Veronica I’m sure you’re scared I’ve been there, I can set you freee! Veronica don’t make me come in there! IM GONNA COUNT TO THREE!~”

He inhaled like the guy had in the musical, and you imagined he was holding his hand out in a fist like the guy had too.

“One.”

Your giggling stopped when you realized ‘wait, is he gonna kick down the door?’

“Two-fuck it!”

You backed away from the door as you heard him humming, seemingly moving farther away and when his humming came to a climax you braced yourself only to see a little paper slip under the door.

You walked over, picking it up and saw in his crummy handwriting “what’s wrong” with a little crude frowny face under it. You burst out in giggles, finally opening the door where Tenko was standing, relieved he got you out before his face morphed in worry at the sight of yours. Red puffy eyes, pink cheeks, lips trembling slightly.

He pulled you in for a hug, rubbing your back as he tried to calm you down. “What’s wrong babe?” He repeated, trying to find out so he can fix it for you, no matter what it takes.

You sighed. “Can we sit on the bed? I need’a talk.” He nodded, lowering carefully with you still in his arms which made him almost trip, but after a short moment he was able to sit down without any trouble.

You looked him in the eyes, taking a deep breath before telling him everything. Your love for your mom, your regret for betraying her, your anguish for her reaction, your grief for her situation. All the while he just listened, not saying a word as he gave you his complete focus, nodding and gasping at appropriate times.

“-And now I just-I don’t know what to do…” you finished, looking up at him hopefully, waiting for some insight.

Tenko hummed, patting your shoulder sympathetically, seemingly choosing his next action carefully, then he got up, walking over and picking up a small waste bin before sitting back down with you.

“I’m gonna tell ya some stuff… it’s not gonna be easy-” he looked away from you. “-for a number of reasons, but… I think ya need to hear it.”

He hugged the waste bin in his lap, before getting up and rummaging around under his bed. His back still to you, he began “I told you my parents died, right?”

You sighed at the reminder, putting your head in your hands. “Yes… I’m so sorry.” Damn, you’ve been whining and bitching about your own mom to a guy who doesn’t even have one anymore. You’re such an asshole.

Rising, in his hands he held a medium size cardboard box, which written on it in big bubble letters said “PRIVATE! DO NOT OPEN!”

He sat down on the bed with you again, rummaging around in his hoodie pocket this time and pulling out ‘Father’.

“And you know about this guy? Father?”

You winced at the sight of it, turning away not wanting to look at the mangled, cold severed limb any longer else you puke. “Y-yeah.” If there’s one thing you couldn’t stand about the guy, just one thing, it had to be… that.

“Well… there uh, there’s something you should know.”

You could feel yourself becoming lightheaded when he took the lid off the box, wobbling a little in complete shock and disgust at the number of hands that lied inside. Oh… my… god…… there’s-there’s more of them! So, much, more!

You nearly fainted by the way the lifeless hands flopped on top one another as he rummaged through the box, before he found what he was looking for and presented a seemingly identical grey hand in front of you.

“This… is my mom.” He paused, before smiling. “Say hi mom!” He waved it at you, giggling, and upon seeing your completely horrified face decided “right, not funny, my bad.”

He took a deep breath, and in that moment you asked “w…why…what-Tenko what the hell is…?”

“I’ll tell you.” He replied, placing the severed hand in his lap and stroking it absentmindedly with his thumb.

“When… when I was younger… I did something bad. I was a late bloomer in the quirk department, and when it finally came I didn’t… I didn’t know what was going on.”

His eyes dewed with tears, and your attention was drawn away from the box and towards your emotional boyfriend. You placed your hand on his knee reassuringly, and he placed his on yours, thumb now stroking over your warm skin rather than the cold dead flesh of his late mother.

“I killed my dog first. Then my sister came out to apologize for something earlier and… and I…” he wiped his eyes. “I killed her too. Then my mom came out and just as she tried to hug me I-I” his voice was wavering, and you felt your own tears building from his sad story. Then his stomach gurgled loudly, and he raised a finger to let you know he needed a moment before grabbing the waste bin and hurling in it. You gagged, not being able to handle seeing other people vomit.

His head rose from the rim of the bin, and he panted, wiping his chin with his cuff before continuing. “Long story short… I killed them all. My whole family. And the guilt and shame has never left me since even though it wasn’t my fault.”

Honestly, he could’ve ended there. It was sad enough and you were already crying there along with him. But to your horror, he kept going.

“Then after like a week of, you know, not having a family or house and having to live on the streets like a stray dog, I was adopted by this guy named All For One. Turns out, uh oh, he’s a serial killer, and at the time he convinced me to be one too. Keep in mind I was like 6, real impressionable. He was able to morph my conscience by using my guilt against me, saying it was the heroes fault not mine. And to make sure I never get over it he turned the remaining bits of my family members into these hand mementos and made me wear them.”

You were both sobbing at this point, hugging each other before he pulled you back from him, wanting to look you in the eyes. “I-I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to end up like me. Please, feel bad and allow yourself to heal however you need to but just remember: it’s not your fault. It’ll be ok, you don’t have to go through this alone. Please just, do whatever you need to to move past this. Don’t get caught up in the past.”

Your eyes were tearing up again, this time out of the genuine love you felt for this man. He went through so much and he still has so much care and respect for your feelings, god you fucking love him.

You gave him a big ol’ kiss on the lips, placing your hand on the back of his head and deepening it when you felt your phone vibrate. It was your mom, she was calling you.

You looked at him in a panic but he looked back in such a reassuring, confident way it was able to ground you. Then, you held his hand and took the call, ending up in another fight with your mom but this time, it didn’t hurt so much because he was right there with you, letting you know it’ll be alright.

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Alright so I can’t say I’m 100% happy with the ending, but I wanna get this out before the day ends sooooo

I was also pretty busy today so I couldn’t proofread so be understanding, I command thee.

Hope y’all had a good Mother’s Day, farewell for now.

[mushroommanstan]

Creepy Tenko getting milked by his love until he’s sore and shooting blanks and squirting😩 ughhh making him squirt is just so<333 He just can’t get enough of his love’s hand<3 getting his sheets all messy<33 I just recently found out that guys can squirt when you overstimulate just the tip and I’m obsesseddddd<33 he’d be the perfect candidate for that

Making College AU Tenko squirt

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“A-aaah~… T-Tenko! Tenko! Ah!-“ you wailed, crushing his head between your thighs as he brutally worked his magic. He gave you no break, no time to breathe, nothing but sinful pleasure until his hands were red and bruised.

“C’mon…” he muttered, one hand holding your hips down as he concentrated on his technique. He dove his head back in, suckling on your clit for just a moment before rising again, making sure not to miss the coveted view.

And what was said view? Why, the sight of that coveted clear liquid gushing from your precious cunt as you came, of course. Yes, above all else he wanted to see you squirt.

And see you squirt he did. He smiled wide as you tensed, squirting him directly in the face and covering him in your juices as he giggled. He didn’t stop his hand movements until you were completely dry, emptying you out all over his face.

He sighed in contentment afterwards, rising up to meet your adoring gaze and snuggling his still wet face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his scars and cracked skin scratching against your shoulder as he nuzzled you but of course you said nothing.

“Did it… did it feel good?” He asked, meekly, causing you to hold back laughter as you began to pet his hair. Every time he pleasures you like this he asked that question when you were done, poor baby needing constant reassurance that he did good and not trusting himself to assume.

“Yes baby.” You sighed happily, causing him too to sigh in relief. “You were my good boy, like always. Thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around you, content. Before he could drift off you interrupted him. “You don’t need any relief baby?” You asked, pressing your knee into his bulge and grinding it up and down, causing Tenko to shiver.

“N-nah. Nah I’m good. ‘M just glad I made you feel good.” He smiled, and you kissed his forehead, both content as this time, you had your drifting off interrupted.

“You’re lucky tho. Wish I could do that.” He absentmindedly sighed. You made a little hum in acknowledgment before replying.

“Well you know guys can squirt too.”

He giggled, before his smile dropped and he looked up at you in utmost disbelief. “Nooo…” he said dismissively.

“Yes!” You replied, sitting up. “Did you not know that?”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “No way!” His cheeks puffed out in a pout. You had to stop yourself at laughing from how adorable he was being.

You took his face in your hands, and seductively you whispered into his ear: “I can prove it to you, if you want~”

A dark blush bloomed on his cheeks at your promise of pleasure, and instantly he nodded, his arms falling limply at his side.

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“C’mon Tenko! We’re almost there!”

He wailed out in pleasure, pulling at his leather restraints as the bullet vibrator in his ass went at him at 100%. His cock was red and sore from the overstimulation as he screamed out when you bended over and took his cocktail in your mouth, swirling your tongue over it for just a moment before pulling back, just like he had done with your clit.

“P-PLEASE… PLEASE AUUGH-PLEASE!!!”

You giggled as his hips jerked again, his cock swelling as he came once again, this time completely dry. “Aww.” You mock-pouted. “Maybe next time.” You rubbed his slit with your thumb affectionately.

Of course, he could get out of this any time with the safe word. The safe word being: “safe word.” (Very original). But despite his numerous loud protests he had yet to spill the syllables that would get you to relieve and retrieve him.

Still, you wanted to make sure I case you had fucked him dumb and left him incapable of saying anything but “please”.

“Wanna safe word baby?”

Even with the foam coating the corners of his mouth he persisted. “No-auuugh, no, just… please.” You smiled, taking the little vibrator and thrusting it in and out as he squeaked in surprise. The vibrations were so powerful it kept slipping from your fingers.

Finally, he groaned in surprise when identical clear liquid gushed from his tip, splattering onto your chest as you giggled in amusement. He cried out in pleasure, eyes fluttering as his back arched just like yours had.

And after a fleeting moment, he finally fell back against the mattress, muttering out the safe word despite the fact you had already turned the vibrator off and were removing it. You unclasped his wrists from his restraints and snuggled your head into the crook of his neck like he had, kissing his self-made hickies.

“So… did it feel good?” You laughed, circling your finger on his chest absentmindedly, proud of what a mess you had made him. He nodded tiredly, before his head fell back against the pillow lifelessly.

“You…” he breathed out. “You were right.”

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Alright so I looked it up and anon, you were right. Males can squirt, although from what I read it’s only from prostate stimulation? Either way.

This is a first of many I promise, I have a bunch of college au Tenko stuff I’m writing and I know I say this a lot but I’m so, so sorry for taking soooo long. I haven’t even feeling well and it’s been hurting my focus.