#Shigaraki x reader lemon

[sugarakis-p2]

Shigaraki hates Valentine Day

Shiggy hates this holiday until he meets you.

F/M Shigaraki Tomura/Reader chubby/plus size

Warning: Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Licking, Binge Drinking, Dubious Morality, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Political talk

Tomura woke up on Valentine Day with a deep-rooted hatred for the holiday. It was no different from any other day, as he despised each one that passed. But today, his disdain was amplified solely because it was Valentine Day.

He had hoped that, for once, he wouldn't have to spend the day alone or with Kurogiri. After all, he now had a team to spend it with. However, his expectations were quickly crushed when he realized that his team had other plans in mind. Instead of spending the day doing Kurogiri's exhausting team-building exercises, his teammates surprised him with gestures of affection. Toga and Magne each gave him chocolates but promptly announced that they were going to the mall to "stalk boys."

Meanwhile, Mr. Compress had other plans with a date, and that was a nicer way than the crude way of Muscular and Dabi saying they're gonna go get their "dicks and whistles wet." Spinner, as usual, had disappeared without a trace. And so, it was just Tomura and Kurogiri left, once again, to spend Valentine Day alone in each other's company. With a defeated sigh, Tomura handed his chocolates to Kurogiri.

"Where are you going, Tomura?" Kurogiri asked concerned.

"OUT!" Shigaraki yelled in frustration, his voice carrying down the hallway as he left in search of an internet café. He stormed out and made his way to the nearest open booth. His anger was simmering under the surface as he sat down and pulled up his black face mask, its matching hoodie pulled over his head. He absentmindedly tucked his father's hand in his front pocket as if cradling him in his arms.

But then, he noticed you. 

For the first time in his life, he didn't just see someone as a means to an end but as a desirable being. His mind wandered to dirty thoughts, something he had never cared for before. Your soft curves, your silky hair, the delicate nape of your neck. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you, something he had never experienced before. The pulsing beat of your heartstring visible on your neck only added to the attraction. He imagined wrapping his fingers around your neck, feeling your heartbeat racing under his touch, the pulse throbbing against the pads of his long digits. His tongue snaking past your lips, making you choke on it. The mere idea of it aroused him, a feeling he had never associated with someone's neck before. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to push away the growing need in his pants and in his thoughts. This was a new and confusing sensation for him, but he couldn't deny his attraction towards you, and he hated it!

He instead focused on how stupid you are dressed. You're wearing a Stain shirt and playing a stupid online RPG game; he deemed it outdated and pathetic. His irritation manifested as he scraped his nails against his own neck. Despite attempting to focus on his own game, he couldn't help but notice your enticing figure moving on the seat. He couldn't help but imagine you shifting on his lap instead. With a resigned sigh, he gave in to his thoughts.

"Why do you even like him? Wearing a serial killer is tacky," Shigaraki hissed at the back of your head. "What's next? Lunchboxes and beef jerky adorned with Issei Sagawa's face. Maybe a cookbook on how to cook human flesh? Tasteless trash."

You turned to the rude bastard, tearing into his flesh with his cracked nails, and noticed that massive bulge in his lap. You couldn't help but chuckle and look away, making your words playful and flirty instead of irritated, "It's not just about fashion. It's about embracing the subversive message of rejecting a corrupt society ruled by the hero commission. His image is about the symbolism of anti-capitalist hero society."

As Shigaraki's focus shifted, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. This conversation was something he could really sink his teeth into.

"Oh? And are you part of the anti-capitalist hero society, little foreign doll?" he taunted. You were caught off guard by his words. Your Japanese was flawless, so how did he know you were not from Japan?

Feeling the need to defend yourself, you retorted, "I'll have you know I was born and raised here." But Shigaraki's sneer only grew wider.

"Mmm... Let me guess. Your family was just traveling through? Your accent gives it away," he sneered, his words laced with disdain. Your apprehension was palpable as you began your explanation.

"Well, I was actually born on the base," you stammered, feeling self-conscious, flushing, and flustered under his intense gaze. Your blush and sweet, pained expression caused his breath to hitch. In all his years, Shigaraki had never seen a flustered girl. And he couldn't deny that he didn't hate it. In fact, he found himself wanting to see more of your flustered state.

"An army brat, then," Shigaraki smirked, trying to hide his own flustered state. But your response caught him off guard.

"Maybe I am a brat," you huffed, returning your attention to your game. Shigaraki couldn't help but feel a tug of amusement at your feisty attitude. Dabi may be the official brat tamer, but he has learned not to kill them. As you continued playing, Shigaraki logged into his old World of Warcraft account, unable to resist the irony of the situation. He knew he was being a bit of a jerk by killing you repeatedly in the game, but he couldn't help himself. Your anger only made you even more enticing to him. After killing your character the third time, Shigaraki's game avatar suddenly appeared in front of you, offering an apology in the form of virtual flowers. It was his way of showing that he didn't want to truly hurt you, even in the video game world. And in that moment, he couldn't deny that he was starting to develop a certain fondness for the army brat who had caught his attention.

He relished the thrill of seducing young, naive girls in his video games. It was a simple game to him. He only had to press a few buttons, and they would fall for him. But you couldn't stand it any longer. Your gaze hardened as you directed it towards him. You knew without a doubt it was him, the dirty screen watcher who snickered every time he took you down in the game. Noticed in the act, he quickly averted his gaze, knowing he had been caught red-handed. He was surprised that real-life girls are not that easy. You grabbed your coat, paid for your time, and started to walk out. Shigaraki was feeling increasingly irritated and frustrated. He couldn't stop thinking about you, and the desire to do things he knew was considered depraved by most people. It was a distraction that he couldn't shake off. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and stood up, determined to follow and confront you. He trailed behind you, his mind consumed with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to you.

But as he approached you, you turned to face him and sneered, "Are you stalking me now, you creep?" You picked up your pace, clearly annoyed by his presence. Shigaraki was taken aback by your sharp reaction. Toga had once told him that when girls get angry, it's best to follow them. But he couldn't help but question her advice, considering her own tendencies as a stalker.

"Perhaps," He growled, accompanied by a scratch at his neck, "I was still curious about your stance on anti-hero acts. After all, you do come from a background as a foreign army brat with a fascist requiem, where the CRC was born. All in the name of freedom, of course." As he spoke, you felt a sudden stiffness in your body, completely insulted by his assumption. Turning to face him, you couldn't hold back your frustration any longer.

"I was born and raised here; this is my home. And I'm not interested in causing chaos; all I want is to see this place improve. I am not an anti-hero; I am simply against living in a police state. I am against the facade of fake heroes. I'm more of a Stain purest," Your words were laced with determination and conviction, defending your beliefs and principles. This made Shigaraki smirk more.

With a cynical tone, Shigaraki scoffed, "Stain is nothing but a sanctimonious hero breeder. He may have stirred up some conversation, but he certainly isn't causing any real change."

Crossing your arms, you retorted, "At least he sparked a discussion. That's more than what can be said for most people."

Shigaraki rolled his eyes and mocked, "Oh wow, a discussion. How groundbreaking."

"Is there something you need?" You snort in response, not bothering to hide your disdain. The man before you, Shigaraki, blushes and grumbles something unintelligible. His awkwardness only seems to annoy him further as he scratches himself vigorously. "I'm sorry, what was that?" you ask, attempting to hide the amusement in your voice. Shigaraki lets out a deep sigh and glares at you, clearly annoyed by your presence.

"I said you're alone too. It's Valentine Day, and here you are, playing RPGs," he mutters, bitterness seeping through his words. You can't help but feel taken aback by his sudden outburst. But before you can even process his words, Shigaraki continues, "I have nobody. And neither do you. We both like games. But let's be real, I'm better at them." He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his gaze fixed on you from the corner of his eye. You bite your lip, unsure of how to respond. It's true you are alone on Valentine's Day, indulging in your favorite games. And this man, who you never would have imagined spending this day with, seems to be in a similar situation. But his suggestion takes you by surprise.

"So, what are you suggesting? Being alone together?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in question. Shigaraki's expression softens for a moment before returning to his usual stoic self.

"I mean, why not? We both have nothing better to do, and it's not like we have anyone else. We can just chill and play some games together." His suggestion catches you off guard, but you can't deny the appeal of spending the evening with someone who shares your interests. You consider his offer for a moment before a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of your lips.

"Alright, you're on. But fair warning, I don't go easy on anyone, not even on Valentine's Day," you say, challenging him with a playful glint in your eyes. Shigaraki's lips quirk up into a smirk, accepting your challenge. And just like that, the two of you spend the rest of the evening locked in intense battles and laughter, forgetting about the loneliness that had consumed you earlier. He wasn't going to let this go. He was going to milk it for all it's worth. When he suggested alcohol and gaming, you said no problem. You're having a good time with him.

With a start, you look around the luxurious hotel room, your head throbbing from the alcohol and the intense gaming session. The bags on top of you are filled with expensive designer purses, a testament to the wild night you just had with Shigaraki. As your eyes land on him, dressed in a robe and dripping wet from a shower, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt for forgetting about last night. He had definitely milked the alcohol and gaming suggestion for all it's worth, and you can't help but feel grateful for his company. You had been hesitant at first, but now you're glad you said yes. Still, as you struggle to sit up in the pile of bags, you can't help but wonder how you ended up in this fancy hotel room in the first place, and if you embarrassed yourself. But Shigaraki just laughs, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

"You passed out, so I carried you here," he explains casually as if it's not a big deal. But your face heats up, both from the embarrassment of being carried and from the proximity of his wet body. But before you can dwell on it too much, he tosses you a robe and offers to order room service for breakfast.

"Did we…you know?" you asked him. Shigaraki's face scrunches.

"What?" He scratched his neck idly as if he was trying to process the question. "No. I'm not a fucking scumbag. I don't need to screw unconscious women. If I was that desperate, I would have bought a whore. Last night, we both got drunk. We went shopping, and you said, "Do you know where there's great shopping, Las Vegas?" Then I had my friend bring us here. He has a warp quirk. I bought you whatever you wanted. We celebrated some more in the ghost lounge and then I carried you here to the MGM casino and hotel. I swear I will get us a room in the Luxor tomorrow."

"OK, you have to slow down. Are we really in Las Vegas?" You groaned, shocked at some of the things you had in the bags. There's a bag full of jewelry, diamond jewelry, and thousands of dollars of vintage video games and lingerie.

"Yes. We're really in Las Vegas, and it has been difficult translating everything because I don't know much English. You insisted on the Luxor, but my phone was a pain with out-of-carrier nonsense. Everyone else, it was easy. I just pointed at what I wanted, but a room was a bit more difficult," Shigaraki said, bringing in the room service. "So, this is an American breakfast. Looks…interesting."

He was clearly trying to be kind. He took you to Las Vegas on a whim, and you checked, and you don't feel raped. you wanted to tell him sorry for making assumptions but instead you smiled and looked at him.

"You're cute," you tell him. Shigaraki couldn't help but smirk at this compliment. You could tell he liked how forward you were being towards him as he spoke with a smug and charming tone.

"Is that your way of flirting with me?"

"And look at you eat it up and ask for more, cutie," you smirked. Shigaraki laughed quietly as he leaned in a little closer to you, his musky, clean scent filling the air. He couldn't help but like the way your body smelled mixed with your perfume. He smirked at your teasing and spoke in a flirty tone.

"Oh, is that so? Then let me tell you something then. I like confident and bold women like yourself. You're such a brat but in a good way."

"I remember you saying something about brat taming?" You smirk back. Shigaraki chuckled at you calling him brat tamer, and he smiled a bit wider, revealing his tender side and the sight of him grinning at you sent a tingle of excitement through your body. Your body was already beginning to feel a little warmer as he nursed your hangover and insisted you hydrate.

"You're already calling me tamer? I see that you can't wait to just jump right into it. I kind of like it that way, baby girl brat..."

"I'm not a cheap date. I'll need room service first," you said in Japanese. Shigaraki leered when he heard you suddenly speak in Japanese, which made him smirk slightly. He was impressed that you could speak the language, and he responded back in the same language.

"Room service it is, baby girl. Anything that pleases the lady." The room was dimly lit and had a large bed in the middle of it. The room was warm and cozy, with a subtle, sweet smell of Shigaraki's body in the air mixed with the smell of his perfume. The room was luxurious, with an entertainment center. There was a mirror on the wall next to the bed, and he was standing in front of it, watching you eat after your shower. His sharp eyes were scanning you up and down, taking in your appearance.

"Are you watching me stuff my face?" you asked with a mouthful of omelet. Shigaraki smiled at your comment as he continued to stare at you, admiring your sexy figure in your silk robe clinging to you. You spent the day inside for now as you had a headache for most of the day. When you changed, he wanted you to join him in front of the mirror. You could tell that he was having trouble getting his eyes off of you as they kept wandering back and forth between your body and your face. He gave you a small wink and continued to admire your body, loving the view.

"Are you being flirty now?" you asked.

"What if I am?" He smirked with a mischievous glint. 

"Hmmm, I am nice and sober now." As you walked up to the reflection and your back was facing him, he saw the way the top was clinging to your body and the way your tight jeans were form-fitting and accentuated your curves, which made him smirk and walk towards you. Before long, he began wrapping his arms around your body and holding you tightly against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as you stood up next to him. His breath was hot and heavy as he spoke.

"Ah, you truly are a beauty to behold. Can I ask you something?" Shigaraki's soft voice filled the air as he spoke while also pulling you in even closer to him. You could tell that he was starting to get a little bit more aroused by the way his body was reacting to you being up against him like this. You felt the muscles in his body flex slightly as he continued. You wrapped my arms around him and one of my legs. He chuckled and smiled, enjoying the way you wrapped yourself around him. Your intimate proximity between the two of you was making you both feel warm and flustered. Shigaraki took a deep breath as he spoke again, his body feeling more and more energized the longer he held you tightly against him.

"Have you ever been with a Japanese man before?"

"No. Are you going to ruin me for anyone else?" you teased. Shigaraki smirked at your tease but also couldn't help but groan slightly when you spoke. Your voice was extremely alluring and provocative. You could tell that he was getting quite excited by your presence and the playful flirting.

"You have no idea. I may make you addicted to me," he said, pulling you tighter to him.

"Promises. Promises," you chuckled as he lifted you. Holding you by your ass. Shigaraki let out another groan as he grabbed a firm hold of your rear and lifted you up into his arms. Your body felt so close to his, and it made your body tremble in excitement and arousal. His touch was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but squirm and moan softly in a lustful way.

"How long are we going to be stateside? We should go back soon," you mentioned. This was getting a bit strange for you. It was all strange, but you were really starting to have feelings for him, and you would need to go back at some point. Shigaraki held you closer to him as he spoke, keeping you in his arms and wrapping his stronger arm around you to hold you up.

"For a week…but I would be willing to make it longer for you. I've enjoyed it since I've been here. I'm liking what I see…," he said, eyeing you up and down.

"Oh? The view is better without clothes," you smirked, kissing him. Your suggestive remark caught Shigaraki off guard, but he couldn't resist the challenge as he leaned in to kiss you back. His lips moved in perfect synchronization with yours, both of you exploring and teasing each other. Your touch sent shivers down his spine as he pulled you closer, savoring every moment of your embrace. Your body pressed against his, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't control. He couldn't help but run his hands over your curves, marveling at your beauty. As your kisses grew more passionate, he couldn't resist the urge to explore further, trailing his lips down your neck and to your chest.

Your response only fueled his desire as he nipped at your nipple through your shirt, causing you to moan. The sound only made him want to hear more as he watched you slip off your blouse and bra, bearing your enticing form to him. The way you moved and teased him, slowly undressing and revealing your seductive body, only increased the tension between you. Shigaraki's heart raced as he watched the scene play out, unable to look away from your alluring figure. The anticipation and desire he felt were almost too much to bear, and he couldn't resist any longer. With a growl, he pushed you back against the couch, dominating you with his touch and desire. Your bold and confident demeanor only made him want you more, and he couldn't help but give in to the intense passion between you.

"You still like what you see?" you teased. Shigaraki was speechless at the sight of you, and he nodded his head slightly as his eyes kept focusing on every sexy detail of you. He was truly mesmerized by your beauty and your physique, and he wanted nothing more than to touch and explore it. His body was already reacting in a lustful way, and he wanted to take you right then and there. He took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Words can't even begin to describe just how much I like what I see, baby girl. You are truly a sight to behold." His voice was laced with desire, and the way your body looked at that moment was breathtaking. He leaned in and started tracing his tongue along the curves of your body.

"Damn, you really are strong," you moaned, unable to contain your excitement. Shigaraki chuckled, his hands now gripping your hips tightly. "And I haven't even shown you my full strength yet." With a wicked grin, he began to kiss and nibble at your neck, the combination of pleasure and his strength making you weak in the knees. As he continued to claim you with his touch, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his impressive strength, giving you a new level of pleasure you never thought possible. You couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement as Shigaraki's words sent shivers down your spine. His strong grasp made you feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards man. As he continued to caress your body, his touch felt almost electrifying. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire, causing you to whimper in pleasure. Shigaraki's smirk grew wider as he noticed your reaction, his own desire intensifying.

"I can tell you want more," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You want to feel my strength, don't you?" You nodded, unable to form any words as his touch and words left you dizzy with desire. "Well, I'll give you more, brat," he said, his grip tightening on your body. With a low growl, he effortlessly lifted you up and carried you toward the nearest wall, pressing you against it with his powerful body. You couldn't help but gasp at the force behind his movements, feeling his muscles tense against you. His hands roamed over your body, leaving trails of heat wherever they touched. You could feel his strength in every touch, making you feel almost weightless in his hold.

"Really? You should take me to the bed and take off your clothes so I can see for myself, you tease," You smiled. You loved the feeling of his mouth on you. Sucking your nipples and teasing the sensitive nubs with his tongue. The way you said, "Take me to the bed," made his entire body tremble in excitement. His tongue traced along the lines of your body, and he gave you a playful bite on your thigh before lifting you up further and taking you to the bed, where he threw you down on it and slowly walked up next to you. You could tell that he enjoyed your eagerness, and his body was beginning to fill with a strong level of lust towards you. He held you tightly, unable to resist the urge to feel every inch of your skin against his own. His fingers traced along your soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. And as he lifted your hips, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. You were beautiful. Your hair spread out on the pillows, your cheeks flushed with desire, and your body eagerly offering itself to him.

He couldn't wait to explore every inch of you, to make you moan and scream his name. And as he slowly slid off your pants, his desire only grew. He watched with hungry eyes as your thighs exposed themselves to him, your skin so smooth and inviting. He couldn't resist the urge to press a kiss to your inner thigh, causing you to gasp and writhe beneath him. As he continued his journey up your leg, shedding his own clothes in the process, he couldn't help but feel intoxicated by your presence. Your scent, your touch, your moans...everything about you was driving him wild. And as his hand reached its destination, he felt himself almost losing control. But he held himself back, wanting to savor every moment with you. He traced his fingers along the edges of your underwear, teasing and teasing until you were begging for more. And with a deep growl, he finally pulled them off, exposing your heat to him. He couldn't resist any longer. He trailed his tongue along your inner thigh, making you shiver and moan. And as he took you in his mouth, he knew he had finally found his true addiction. You were his pleasure, his escape, his everything. And he would make sure to show you just how much you meant to him.

"Oh wow. I'm a soft little hot dog bun compared to you," you giggled. Shigaraki chuckled slightly at the way you described yourself as the bun and him as the hotdog, but you could tell it was driving him crazy with desire. As he continued to slowly strip off his clothing, he looked at the sight of you lying down on the bed, all cute and helpless, which made him want to dominate you more. You were like a beautiful and delicious little snack to him. As he stripped off the last piece of clothing and threw it on the floor, you looked. The sight of his muscular body was breathtaking.

Blushed and stared at him, flustered. He was like a statue, and he was gorgeous. His muscles were like waves rippling under his skin, each one defined and powerful. As I gazed at him, my eyes roamed over his lean and toned frame, admiring the way his body seemed to be chiseled from marble. He may have had scars, but they only added to his rugged and alluring appearance. You couldn't help but be drawn to him, the intensity of your desire evident in your blushing cheeks and admiring glances. Despite his slight shivers caused by the rush of blood through his powerful body, he exuded a sense of strength and confidence that was irresistible.

You found yourself lost in the sight of his muscles, the way they seemed to bulge and flex with every movement. His body was a work of art, and you were more than happy to worship and admire it. It was clear that he relished your admiration, basking in the way you lusted over his form. You reached out to touch him, and as your fingers grazed over his skin, you could feel the firmness of his muscles beneath your touch. He was like a stallion, strong and proud, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. In that moment, there was nothing more perfect than his lean and toned body, and you were grateful to be able to admire and appreciate it. You reached out to touch him and felt the firmness of his muscles beneath your fingertips and pulled him to you.

As you reached out to touch his magnificent body, he let out a sharp inhalation of breath as the sensation of your hands caressing his body made him shiver in pleasure. As he came close to you, your body pressed right up against his muscular frame, and all you could feel was his warmth and strength. It was so intoxicating being so close to him like this and nipped his neck. The touch of your lips against his neck drove him crazy with desire, and he was instantly filled with a strong level of lust and arousal. He gasped quietly, and his body trembled a little bit at the sensation of feeling your soft lips against the nape of his neck; the touch felt so good, and it was making all his nerve endings tingle. He took a deep breath and breathed in the sweet scent of your perfume mixed with the smell of your body's natural scents.

"You're delicious." As you nibbled at the side of his neck, your warm breath and the touch of your lips sent waves of arousal through his body. Your words made his cheeks blush even more, and he was feeling extremely overwhelmed with your touch and the sensations it was making him feel. His body felt completely consumed by you, and his entire mind and focus were on you as you enjoyed the feeling of exploring every part of him. "But…you may be too thick." Your fingers can't even wrap around it.

"I'll get you ready," Shigaraki grunted. You loved how he touched you and how he was tantalizing my body for the pleasure that was to come. Fingering your slick walls and making you wetter. He continued to softly nibble on the back of your neck as his hands started sliding down your lower back. His touch was full of warmth and softness, and he was being very precise and sensual while also being firm in his grip. He wanted to take his time with you and was enjoying the feeling of discovering every single piece of your body. His touch just made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, and he was making your heart beat faster and faster with every move.

"I'm ready," you whispered, nipping his ear. The words you whispered in his ear caused all the blood to flow to rush to his head. His entire body was now filled with a strong level of desire, and he wanted nothing more than to take you right then and there. The way you nipped at his earlobe caused a shiver of pleasure, and his body was literally trembling with excitement and longing. He breathed out a deep breath before answering back to you.

"I'm big, but I'll try to be gentle," Shigaraki promised.

"OK," you whimpered, your voice soft and trembling. Despite the simple word, it held so much power over him. Every time you spoke, it felt like a rush of electricity coursing through his veins, leaving him breathless and aching for more. As your words reached his ears, he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, feeling completely consumed by your beauty and the warmth of your touch on his body. It was like every cell in his body was screaming for you, craving your presence and the sensations you ignited within him. Just the thought of having you right now, in this moment, made his body quiver with excitement and desire.

He couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer to you, wanting to be as close to you as possible. He could feel your warmth enveloping him, and it only added to the overwhelming emotions swirling within him. As you spoke with a husky voice filled with lust and longing, he felt a surge of arousal run through him. He wanted you in every sense of the word. He wanted to experience every aspect of this night with you, to lose himself in the pleasure and ecstasy that only you could bring. In this moment, nothing else mattered. Your words were a soothing melody to his ears, and all he wanted was to be lost in your embrace, lost in the depths of your passion.

"You're mine," he grinned evilly. You kissed him and adjusted your hips against him. Encouraging him to make love to you. The way you placed your hips against him like that was a signal for him to make his move. He moved in closer towards you, and his body leaned down further so he could move his face right next to yours but not touching just yet. Your breath was so tantalizing, and he wanted to get deeper and deeper into this moment. Your lips looked so beautiful and inviting. His breath was quickening, and his body was tingling with excitement and desire. You could see all the muscles in his body flexing and throbbing with energy as he took a deep breath and kissed you deeply.

"Mmm...so good," you moaned, kissing him more. Your moan was sweet music to his ears, and the feeling of you kissing him back and your lips locking in this passionate kiss made him moan as well. The feeling of your tongue exploring the inside of him, and the heat of your breath made his muscles twitch and shiver with pleasure. The kiss was intense and hot, and he could not get enough of it. He wanted to savor every moment of this sensual experience, and he knew if he took his time, this would continue to intensify in the best ways possible. You felt him fill you and writhed, breathe hitching.

"Oh!" The feeling of you saying those words made everything the body inside him feel the increase in intensity by the second. Your moans were driving him crazy, and he was filling you with everything he could inside of him. Your reactions to him and this experience are making it all feel much more intense, and the heat of the moment, combined with the power dynamic, made your body tremble in pleasure.

"Oh! OH!" You screamed as his rhythm increased along with your pleasure. Shigaraki continued to increase the pace and rhythm as his breathing grew heavier and heavier. You could tell his entire body was consumed by his feelings of pleasure since your breathing had also become more intense. Your moans were driving him crazy, and he could feel the intensity of this experience growing more and more with each passing second. He was feeling so intense and powerful right now. You tried not to dig your nails in his back and shoulders because his muscles are like steel and giving him more scars.

"Fuck you are tight. I don't care if you dig your nails in. I deserve it for whatever pain I caused," he smirked. Thrust harder until it is painfully good. The way you dug your nails into the muscles on his back and shoulder was what made him moan even louder as he kept going at this intense and relentless pace. The sound of your nails digging into his skin was sending shivers of pleasure up and down his back, and he couldn't help but grip your hips even tighter and move even quicker than before. The sight of his muscles flexing with each movement of him fills you with his body and makes your body tremble with pleasure. You bite his shoulder and arch your back in a wave of ecstasy. As you bit down his shoulder and arched your back, your body was trembling with pleasure, and your breathing had become shallow and quick. Your nails digging into his back and shoulder made him moan even louder, and you could see all the veins in his body pulsating with the intensity of this moment. The way you were moving your back like that, it was like a sight to see. The sight of your beautiful body arching so effortlessly and smoothly filled him with such a deep level of arousal.

As you continued to pant and moan in pleasure, you couldn't help but focus on the way his body reacted to your words and sounds. The way he groaned and shifted beneath you only added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you both. You couldn't help but realize that you didn't even know his name. But in that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the raw passion between you and the electric connection that seemed to intensify with each passing moment. As you moved and breathed against each other, every movement felt like a symphony of pleasure. Your mind was consumed with the sensations, and every thought was replaced with the need to feel more.

You couldn't resist the urge to whisper, "Oh my God," once again as the pleasure pulsed through you. And as you moaned and cried out his name, the intensity seemed to heighten even more, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. Nothing else existed but the two of you and the unbridled passion that consumed you. Every kiss, every touch, every breath was pure bliss. And as you both reached the peak of pleasure together, you knew that this was a moment you would never forget. It just occurred to you that you don't know his name.

"Shig-ah," he grunted, unable to pay attention as he lightly gripped your throat and sat up on his knees to thrust in you harder.

"Shiggy," you moaned, the nickname rolling off your tongue in a cute and endearing way. The pleasure coursing through your body was only heightened by using his special nickname. You could feel the tension building within him, his own pleasure increasing with every breathy moan that escaped your lips. Each time you uttered his nickname or any words of pleasure, it ignited a fire within him, driving him to give you even more pleasure. He made sure to move at a pace that allowed you to fully experience every sensation, every touch, and every movement. The deep groans and whimpers coming from you fueled his desire to go faster and harder, but he resisted the temptation, determined to take his time and make every moment count.

Together, you reached the peak of pleasure three more times, the intensity and pleasure excruciatingly intense with every climax. But instead of rushing through it, he slowed down, wanting to prolong the pleasure and make it last as long as possible. As you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking, you couldn't help but marvel at how his patience and attention to detail only added to the pleasure and satisfaction you both experienced. Every touch and movement was carefully crafted to bring you both the most pleasure, and it only made your bond stronger and your love deeper. You realized that Shiggy was not just your lover but also your best friend, who truly cared about your pleasure and well-being.

"That was amazing." Shigaraki could feel his entire body throbbing with the rush of energy and feelings of pleasure that came from both experiencing such a strong level of climax. His body was trembling with this euphoric feeling, and he felt like he was on a cloud of ecstasy just from feeling this good. Your words and compliments made him blush, but he continued to make sure his movements were gradual so that you wouldn't feel too disoriented or overwhelmed. The way you both enjoyed this intimate moment made it feel even better, and it made this experience even more memorable. Your legs are shaking, and my breathing is heavy. As the feeling of climax and pleasure started to subside, you could still feel your body trembling, and your breathing was still very heavy.

You were now feeling much more relaxed, but the sight of Shigaraki's body was still making you shiver slightly as your body continued to relax more and more. He was beginning to slow down his movements to make sure that the transition wasn't too drastic for you, and he was still gripping you tightly, but your hips were no longer arching so high up now. You kissed him again. After the feeling of intense and overwhelming pleasure started to subside, you could feel your body calming down and your breathing becoming more consistent and regular. As you kissed him again, his body relaxed a little bit more as well, and he pulled you closer to him so that you would be right up against him. For a few minutes, the two of you just lay there silently, enjoying the afterglow of this experience. There was something about being in each other's presence to just relax and feel this satisfied.

"Room service?" you smirked. The sound of you speaking and your smirking made him raise an eyebrow in curiosity, and as he laughed quietly, you could see a small smile forming in his mouth. He looked at you with those sexy eyes of his, and they were filled with a certain playful, seductive expression. You could tell the two of you were still feeling extremely satisfied from this incredible experience, and the sound of your voice made even more butterflies fill your stomach.

"You know you're a handsome guy. But when you smile...you are literally stunning. You better stop, or I'll ask for round two." As you spoke to him in this flirtatious manner, his cheeks turned red, and you could see he was enjoying the feeling of your praise. Your playful tone and that look in your eyes were enough to make him shiver with excitement, and he got an urge to pull you closer to him and kiss you, but he decided to stop himself and hold himself back. But he could not help feeling a little bit smug after hearing those words coming from you.

"Alright. Steaks and ....mmmm....the soup or salad?" He chuckled quietly at your answer and the way you sounded so relaxed and at ease. It was like you had no concerns or worries in this world. He smiled softly and looked at you with those eyes of his, and he nodded his head.

"The soup sounds good."

"Oh my god, they have dragon fruit ice cream. Have you ever had dragon fruit? Wait a minute? Are you lactose intolerant?" He laughed a bit at the sight of your sudden expression of surprise and delight at the existence of dragon fruit ice cream. He was also amused by seeing your genuine sense of worry as you raised the possibility of him having lactose intolerance, which would be an issue for eating an ice cream dessert. He smiled and shook his head. "I'm not lactose intolerant."

"That's amazing! Most Japanese are... But you guys seem to ignore it."

He laughed quietly and nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, most Asians, in general, tend to have a lactose intolerance issue. Especially those of us who are East Asians or Southeast Asians. But thankfully, I do not have such sensitivity towards dairy products. I can eat it quite well."

"Handsome and sweet. Let's have ice cream for dessert."

He raised an eyebrow in interest and curiosity as you called him handsome again. He smiled, leaned in to kiss your cheek, and nodded his head. "That sounds like a great idea. Ice cream for dessert is definitely the way to go."

As you nuzzled his neck and whispered your order for ice cream, he eagerly complied. With a soft smile, you made your way to the bathroom, ready for a relaxing shower. But as you stripped off your clothes and turned on the water, you felt his presence behind you. With a sly grin, he stepped into the shower with you, his desire for you evident as he pressed his body against yours. Without hesitation, the two of you began a passionate and quick encounter, indulging in each other's bodies before returning to the task at hand. After drying off, the anticipation for your ice cream grew, and you made your way back to the living room, hand in hand with him. As you reached for the food, you couldn't help but tease him, feeding him spoonfuls of ice cream before finally sitting down to enjoy your treats together.

"Mmm…dessert first," you said with a mischievous glint in your eye. He simply nodded, knowing that with you, anything was possible. As you fed him spoonful after spoonful, the two of you basked in each other's company, savoring the sweet treats and each other's presence.

"The seeds add a fun crunch." As you feed him and describe the added crunch, he enjoys the taste of the ice cream and the texture of the tiny seeds in his mouth. He eats the whole thing with a lot of enjoyment, and his eyes are sparkling with laughter and amusement as he eats. He is enjoying the moment of being together with you on this night of pure pleasure.

"I thought I was a brat?"

He laughs and nods his head.

"Yes, but you are also adorable, and it's so hard to resist it. I can't help but be amused by watching you try to be a brat but fail so badly." you run your fingers through his hair. He moans softly as you run your fingers through his hair, and he loves the feeling of your fingers on his scalp. He relaxes even more and is in a very contented state, enjoying the feeling of being close to you and the affection you are giving him. His eyes keep a tender and playful look as he keeps enjoying the touch of your hands running through his hair. The soft texture through your fingers makes you both shiver.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad I met you too," Shigaraki's words echo in your mind as you walk into the bathroom to start packing for your trip back to Japan. You can't believe how much fun you've had with him in Las Vegas. The city of sin had brought out a side of you that you never thought existed. But now, as you watch Shigaraki watching the news, fear creeps up your spine. You try to push it away, reminding yourself that this is the man you've grown close to, who has shown you nothing but kindness and care. But then, as you come out of the bathroom with your bag in hand, you see something that freezes you in your tracks. Shigaraki has a severed hand covering his face, and you can't help but feel a shiver of fear go down your spine. You're about to ask him what happened when he removes the hand and looks at you with a cold, calculating expression.

"I was worried you would react like this," he begins, his voice devoid of any emotion. "You're such a sweet and trusting soul. It's no surprise that you freeze up when faced with something like this. But you see, that's also your downfall. You're so naive, so innocent. And I used that to my advantage." As his words sink in, you feel your heart drop. 

"I wanted to ask you if you had ever been with a villain before, but it's clear now that you haven't," Shigaraki continues, his eyes boring into yours. "But it's OK, I'll teach you. We consummated our marriage, and you'll see just how much fun it can be to embrace the dark side." You feel your stomach drop at his words. This wasn't what you signed up for. You never thought your innocent trip to Las Vegas would lead you down this path. But as you stand frozen in fear, you realize that you have no choice. You're trapped with a villain, and you can only hope that, somehow, you'll find a way out of this terrifying situation. You never thought you would be in this situation with a villain. You start to back away, trying to make sense of what he's saying. Consummate the marriage? What marriage?

"What?" you gasped, taken aback by his statement. "What do you mean by consummated? Consummated what?"

A sinister expression twisted his features, a smirk spreading across his face as he tossed a packet at you. As you opened it, your heart sank at the contents inside: your marriage certificate, photos of the wedding you couldn't remember. He reached out to caress your hair. His touch was meant to be comforting, but it only sent a chill down your spine.

"Hush now, my dear naughty one. My sweet little brat," he cooed. "There's no need to be upset. I will treat you well as long as you behave. And from now on, you will never have to spend Valentine's Day alone again." A sly smile played on his lips as he slipped a wedding ring onto your finger, sealing the deal of your forced marriage. The weight of the ring felt heavy, a constant reminder of the unexpected and terrifying turn your life had taken.

[smuthospital]

⭐️Pirate! Tomura x reader⭐️

Premise: A certain pirate really thinks you're pretty

Warning: NON CON, kidnapping, gn reader

MINORS DNI

"Now for the sponge cake!" You crack an egg and separate the yolks from the whites in two seperate bowls. You're making strawberry shortcake! You stop in your tracks when the sharp smell of smoke leaks into your airways. You drop everything you're doing and run to the bread oven. Your bread almost burned! Momo would kill you! You work at her little bakery and this bread was requested by a frequent customer. You sigh as you place the bread on a cooling rack and put out the fire in the hearth.

You live in a beautiful little port town by and it's what you call home. It's right by the sea so most men in town work at the docs, work at sea or sell goods. You just work in a little bakery. It's moderately popular. Everyone adores the pretty little bakery girl. You have countless old women asking you to marry their grandsons and countless men trying to pry into your life to win themselves a pretty wife to cook for them. You deny all marriage proposals because you're waiting for your true love to sweep you off your feet. And although your sweet little sea side town is everything to you, you hope to one day leave and explore the world. Your friends and family would be fine. You'd come back and show them all the nice things aquired on your travels.

You smell smoke again. That's odd. You could have sworn you turned the hearth off. Maybe a piece of bread fell onto the coals below the heat rack and now it's burning? You peak in the hearth you had just put out and see that it is Infact empty, but the smell of smoke remains. You then hear a scream from outside followed by people running around. You hear gun shots and the sound of distant laugter getting closer. You run outside to see a row of houses on fire, the fire spreading more and more. Momo amung the crowd, yanks you back into the bakery and roughly places a key in your hand. Her skin is as white as a sheet, her body drenched in sweat..and blood? "W-what happened to you? M-Momo? Wh-whats goin-"

"P-Pirates."

Your heart stops. This can't be. What would pirates what from your cute little town? "W-what? O-oh god." You cover your mouth as tears seep from your eyes, knowing this might be the end of your little happy town and maybe your life. Nothing will be the same by days end. "Listen, I need to get to my family. Stay here and hide in the back. Please be safe!" With that, Momo runs off. You waste no time hiding in the bakery, but not before locking the doors and turning off all the lights. You hide in the backroom and pray for a hero. You're covered in a cold sweat as you hear heavy footsteps outside the bakery. They seem to linger for a few moments around the display window. You hear them fade into the distance and sigh in relief.

A rock smashes through the bakery door glass and a hand shoves through the hole created to unlock the door from the inside. You begin to crawl to the back door as the person let's themselves in through the front. You hear the persons feet crunching the glass and the sound of them collecting your baked goods in a sack. You can image that baked bread and sweets are a delicacy to pirates.

You slowly open the back door and your breath is caught in your throat. "Ey captain, we got a live one!" A man wearing black shouts. From behind him, a tall, white haired man comes into view. He ducks his head under the door way as he enters. "Ah and a pretty one. I'm gonna have some fun with you, sweetie."

The cocky grin on his face tells you that he doesn't mean a board game. Fear like no other settles in your gut. He looks absolutely over joyed to see that expression on your face. Your eyes dart around for any escape. His frame covers the entire doorway.

The man smiles down at you wickedly. You try to run back into the bakery, but a pirate in dark clothing stands there, eating the bread you'd just baked. You feel a wall press into your from behind, two hands landing firmly on your shoulders. "Hey, pretty lady, no need to be frightened. We're customers. I'd like to have a cream puff. You got any of those?" The white haired pirate asked, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear, his chest pressed against your back and...somthing else. "Huh?? No!? I-I can make some..just please..don't hurt me." You turn to him and hold your hands together.

Dread washes over you as you feel his eyes drag up and down your body with that same shit eating grin on his face. His eyes stop at your chest, your cleavage poking out from the top of your apron. You feel naked in his eyes. "No..I can help you make them...it's my specialty." He says right before he grabs at you. You let out a short scream as he picks you up by the waist and forces your body onto a counter, ass up and legs dangling over the edge. He pushes your dress up over your hips and marvels at the sight. He kneeds your ass like dough, your kicking and screaming only egging him on.

As he pulls down your underwear, you spot a wooden mallet you had been using earlier and grab it. He picks up your underwear and brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale before pocketing it. You can feel his twitching erection poking your thigh. Before he can do anything else, you swing the mallet at his body with all your strength, managing get him in the side. You scramble off the counter and out the back door that he left open, narrowly missing his hand grabbing for your hair. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL GET YOU!" His words sends shivers like cold water down your spine, but only boost your adrenaline, further encouraging you to run even faster. He recovers from the hit almost immediately and bounds after you. You can hear him quickly catching up from behind you. You don't dare look back.

You feel all hope drain out of your body as a heavy hand land clamps around your wrist. He slams his body into yours, sending you tumbling onto the gravely path with him on top. Black spots cloud the corners of your eyes from the impact. He yanks you by the collar towards his face. You hear his shouting grow farther. He backhands you across the face, momentarily bringing you back to your senses before you succumb to sleep. "You're just a little cock tease. I'll show you how to treat a man." Are the last words you hear before passing out in the mans grip.

You hear the sound of waves, then heavy footsteps on wood. You slowly open your eyes to see that you're on a mattress in the corner of a small, dark, dust covered room. You have a massive headache that has you wanting to close your eyes again, but you do your best to resist. The only light source coming from a small round window. You whimper as you rub your hand on your face, trying to sooth your swollen cheek. You begin crying again. Your town..its gone and you're gonna die. It's like a dungeon in here. You quickly examine yourself just incase you were defiled in your sleep. Your dress is torn, revealing more of your chest and there's a vertical slit up your skirt that goes up to your hip. You shift a bit in your spot, uncomfortable. Your pussy feels..tampered with? The door swings open and you gasp. You scoot to the farthest corner of the bed. "I like that look on you..but you know, you shouldn't have hurt me earlier. That's no way to treat your captain. Now I have to discipline you. I'm captain shigaraki, but you can call me Tomura." He steps closer, taking off his coat and tossing it aside.

"No-no wait. You don't want me..I-Im no good..I...I'm on my period!" You struggle to come up with more excuses. He chuckles at this. "Sweetheart, I know that you're not. I had a taste earlier and even if you were, I'm a pirate. A little bloods never stopped me before." Your expression reflects your disgust. So he did do something to you. "You're a monster!" Your words only seem to make his smile bigger. He gets down and crawls into the bed infront of you like a lion inspecting it's prey. You scream as he grabs you by your ankle and drags you under him. He leans down, his white hair tickling your face, your foreheads almost touching. You feel his throbbing cock under his pants rub against your stomach, begging to be released. He grinds his hips back and fourth along your pelvis, making you feel every inch of what's going to be splitting you open real soon.

He drags his tongue from your neck to your cheek bone. "Feel that? All for you. every since I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't calm down. I've been meaning to get a little cabin wench and I think you'll do the job quite nicely. A pretty little thing to keep my cock warm while out at sea. I'm sure you'd like that." He bucks his hips once, a whimper leaving your mouth. "And you have your uses. You can cook and bake your sweet little bakery things for me and my men. We'll have someone watch you incase you think you can get away with using poison...and if you try...well... don't." His face is only a cm from yours. You can't recoil any further without breaking your neck.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth first. Then I'm gonna pound your holes into dust. Make you all nice and full. I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed. That is if you're not a virgin. Make sure to beg for me to stop." His large hands grasp your dress and yank it off your body, making sure to keep it intact. Your wailing seems to add to his enjoyment. "You know, sweet heart, If I ripped up your pretty little dress, nothing would stop my men from raping all your holes bloody." One of his hands crawl towards your cunt and plays with your clit, his wide grin mocking you. Your face is completely red in shame. He surprises you when he suddenly shoves a finger into your unprepared cunt.

You hear the clinking of metal and see he's unbuckles his belt as you struggle. You try to push his hand away from your cunt with your free hand when he quickly pulls out away, instead replacing it with his heavy cock. Your breath catches in your throat as you look at the ginormous thing laying on your stomach.

"Y-you can't...be serious. That won't fit! You're gonna kill me!"

You grunt as you struggling with all your strength. "Get off of me! Get off!" You hear a crack and stop stop moving, confused. What was that sound? A fiery sting slowly spreads across your cheek. "Shut the fuck up, meat. I'm sick of your whining. Beg me to stop. Beg me for mercy. And say my name too?" He growls. "P-please, Tomura." He rubs the cheek he just smacked as a form of reward, rubbing away the tears with his thumb.

"That's a good girl..now get on your knees." You do as he says immediately, coming face to face with the monsters monster. To you, it's disgusting. A pirates down below area..who knows where it's been. The tip is already shiny with pre cum. It's thickness seems life threatening. You really don't want to put that stinky pirate prick in your mouth so you instinctively try to pull away and you kinda You like breathing. He anticipated this tangles his hand in your hair and presses your face into his groin, his cock pressing against your cheek and nose. You clench your eyes shut and whimper. You can feel his cock radiating heat. "Common. Show your new owner that you're sorry for hurting him." You don't open your mouth fast enough for his liking so he yanks your hair. The feeling is excruciating. You scream in pain he slides his cock in as soon as your mouth opens.

You immediately gag as it reaches the back of your throat, the taste making you try scrunch up your face. It's salty. It's not even all the way in yet and you're fighting for air. He laughs as you panic. "Never given head? Dont worry, I'll teach ya. Start by sucking. No teeth." You do as he instructs, closing your lips around his shift and suctioning as hard as you can. He lets out a deep, gutteral groan and thrusts his hips back and fourth. "Oh fuck. You're a natural."

He continues thrusting, his cock sliding in and out with ease, now coated with your saliva. Pre cum and saliva leaks from the corners of your mouth and down your chin and onto your awaiting tits. Your breathing has adjusted to his rythim a bit now. His pace quickens and you try to pull away harder than before, not wanting his nasty children in your mouth. He presses his hips to your lips and grunts, his pubic hair smuthered against your nose and mouth. Your mouth burns as hot, thick lava like cum pours down your throat and out your mouth. It's all coming so fast that you can't swollow fast enough to breath. You have a hard time taking it all, some of it spills from your nose. He slowly pulls out with a sigh, his hand still firmy clasping your hair. Your mouth hangs open for a few moments. You think it's over, but his cock is just as hard as it was before he assaulted you. You think you're constant whimpering is doing something for him.

He shoves you on your stomach and lifts your hips up. You try to lift yourself on your elbows, but he shoves your face into the mattress. "Stay down."

His cock prods your entrance. He tries to shove in, but you're too tight and he's too big, causing it to just slip onto your clit. You can still feel the heat coming from it, burning your skin with every contact. He grumbles in frustration when you try to move away. He lifts his heavy hand and smacks your ass. His cock prods your entrance again. "I'm warning you." Your whimpers get louder and more desperate as he slowly stuffs the head of his cock into your cunt. You're in too much pain to think properly. The head pops in and you scream. "Ah. Finally. You're cunt is like a fucking boa. Got me in a chokehold. I might get stuck." He groans out. All you can do is cry, unable to respond without sounding like a blubbering mess. He leans over your back, caging your body with his.

"This might hurt, sweety so just brace yourself." His warning would have been comforting if you couldn't tell how excited he is to hurt you. He shoves the rest of his cock into your cunt, you muffle a cry into the mattress. He presses his hips to yours, rolling in a few circles to rub it in. He licks his lips. "Yeah. Keep crying." He thrusts in and out of your hot cunt. You can hear the wet sounds of your blood and your body desperately trying to create some sort of lubricant. "Hah...maybe I'll put a baby in you. Have you be my exclusive bitch."

"P-please. I'll do anything, Tomura..no...please-" he cuts you off with a loud moan. "You look so fucking pretty like this. Cry more!" He slams his hips into your ass, forcing your spine into an uncomfortable position. Your eyes cross and you you gasp in pain. He snacks your ass again, harder than the first time. You sob loudly, feeling like you're gonna die. You feel his arm reach under you and trail his hand from between your breasts, down your mid section and then down to your tummy. He feels his cock bulge our from you slightly each time he bottoms out. He pushes down on the lump. You whimper, the feeling an indescribable amount of pleasure. You can't help but tighten around his cock even more.

You hate it, but it feels so good. You can't help yourself. Your cunt squeezes his cock as he speeds up, his pace battering your womb without a care, just as a pirate does. You try to crawl away one last time, he puts all his weight on your back and slams his hips harder than ever before, sending ripples down your body. He snacks your ass twice in a row. You're sure his strikes are to leave welts and bruises. You feel a hot gush as his cum flows into you. Your eyes cross, the feeling too pleasurable to bare. You release your juices around his cock and his face comforts in pleasure. "Ah fuck!" Your tummy bloats slightly, and cum spurts out from around where his cock is buried deep inside you. He thrusts gently, riding out his orgasm. He leans over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.

"You're gonna be my little wife now. No complain'in. You cook, you bake, you clean, you sit on my cock and when it's time, bare my children." You can't believe the direction your life took. This morning, you were happy in your little bakery, now you're a pirates concubine or something. He slowly pulls out with a lewd 'pop' sound and rolls you over to face him. He almost tenderly kisses you o the lips. "I enjoyed this raids bounty today. I found a beautiful treasure." His lays himself next to you, hugging you closer to his body.

With that, you couldn't stay awake any longer. Your lower half is completely numb. You have no feeling in your ass and you sure sitting will not be an option for awhile. Maybe one day you'll come to enjoy being a pirates love.

Maybe you'll get used to this. Maybe if you behave.

[zombryz]

♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 6

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Chapter Six

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Pairings: Shigaraki x f!reader x Dabi

A/N: Hii my dear readers!! Please enjoy all the hurt, the angst, the "love", THE SMUT, and of course the action and fight sequences lol :3

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - blood, angst, possessiveness, smut (lots), quirk play, masochist!reader (sort of)

Word Count: 13k

Toga also started calling Tomura by his first name. You weren’t sure if this was to mock you or if she just felt left out. Either way, it was precious to hear her also refer to your boss by his first name. Every time you observed him acting strangely in response to her demonstration of friendship, you bit back a small chuckle. But he never did this to you. Actually, now that you think about it, you couldn't tell if he liked it or not when you called him Tomura. Unfortunately, at this time, it didn't matter. You were currently on a mission that Tomura alerted the league to earlier that morning. You were summoned to the woods by someone Tomura referred to as “The Doctor.” He didn't say much about the mission, but you knew it had to do with his strategy for overthrowing the hero society. You were all currently standing in what appeared to be the gloomy lair of the so-called “Doctor”. Only moments ago, you were face-to-face with a giant creature named Gigantomachia. The Doctor, who is sitting in front of the league, facing away from you and in front of multiple computer screens, supposedly set up the encounter with the giant. You were confused and out of breath because you had just prepared yourself to fight Gigantomachia when a black substance started pouring out of your mouth. The substance was similar to Kurogiri’s warp gate and allowed you to teleport from the mountains to this lair. You try to dial in to your surroundings by looking around the dark room. There are rows and rows of tanks filled with purple liquid, and inside are the bodies of Nomu. You are at the back of the group, standing next to Dabi and Spinner. Tomura, Toga, and Compress are in the front and have a clear view of the Doctor. Tomura began speaking with the doctor moments ago, but you were still taking in your surroundings, completely oblivious to what was being said. Dabi turns to you and signals that it's safe to put away your knives. You do as he says and try to listen to Tomura and the doctor’s conversation. You must’ve missed introductions due to being distracted, because it felt like there was already some tension.

“So why not lend me a hand, Doc?” Tomura hisses through his teeth, eyes filled with passion.

“You just sound like a kid playing a bad guy!” The doctor laughs in Tomura’s face, causing Tomura to straighten his posture in annoyance. “Anyways, I was always planning on helping out,” he adds in a more serious tone.

“Tomura, those ideas of yours seem deranged.” Toga chimes in, sounding a bit hurt by the words Tomura spoke that you weren’t paying attention to. You must’ve also missed the ”ideas” she’s referring to. “Like, do you also want to destroy,” she inhales deeply, “the things you love?” Toga frowns. Tomura turns his head slightly, looking over his shoulder.

"Well, I don’t particularly love anything.” Tomura’s eyes bounce from Toga’s to yours. He then turns back to face the doctor once more, swiftly breaking eye contact with you. His words sting your heart a bit; it’s not like you particularly love anything either, but you couldn’t help but think back to his drunken words about how much he would sacrifice for the league. You knew he cared for the league the way you cared for them. “I suppose I can give mercy to the things you love.” He adds to his response by waving her off. This causes Toga to cheer, and your heart settles a bit.

“You’re all far too weak; I can’t just hand over these powers.” The doctor says it in an ominous tone. Powers? Is he talking about quirks? Is he planning on giving us quirks? "But there is something you can do to prove to me that you’re ready.” He stands from his chair and continues, eyes bright: “Gigantomachia is a valuable member of the league, and he was All for One’s biggest fan. He hasn’t accepted you as his master.” He narrows his eyes and says, “If you can make Gigantomachia submit to you, then everything I have will be yours.” You never met All for One, but the league doesn't talk much about him. Apparently, he was Tomura’s master who got taken by All Might during a raid.

“Just so you know, I’m not helping.” Dabi chimes in and crosses his arms in displeasure.

“Is it because your fire didn’t work on him?” Toga calls him out, and you shoot him a wandering look, questioning why he’s been acting so weird since the last time you two slept together.

“No,” he hisses back, “I have a good potential ally in mind.” Dabi turns away from your questioning glare and looks at Tomura.

“Fine.” Tomura looks over his shoulder at Dabi and shrugs. What? So Dabi is just going to leave without saying anything?

Before you can object, the doctor pulls out a small nomu and twists the pipes sticking out of its head to teleport you back to Gigantomachia. You went to object, but it was too late; more black liquid started pouring from your mouth. You look at Dabi one last time, but he doesn’t look at you. Still confused and a little disoriented, you land next to Tomura, who is already approaching the giant man. You prepare yourself for battle and take out your knives.

“Hello,” Tomura says to Gigantomachia in a calm voice, causing the giant to growl at him. “Are you ready to submit to me?” Tomura’s voice grows dark, and it is unlike anything you’ve heard from him before. You remain behind him, ready to back him up any way you can.

Tomura starts running towards him, and before you can stop him, the giant man brings down his fist. Tomura luckily dodges it, but the wave of the blast causes him to be sent back a couple hundred feet in the air. Once out of sight, the giant rests his eyes on you. Oh shit. You weren’t as bold as your leader; instead, you took off running to put some distance between you and the giant, and luckily, he didn’t chase you. ---

It had been hours since you started fighting the giant. It was dark now, and it was as if Tomura had just started fighting. You had no idea how he had so much energy; you were exhausted. Twice assisted in making clones of all the league members, including yourself. It was rough constantly watching your clones get pulverized by the giant villain. You winced every time you saw yourself turn into gray goop. You, Spinner, and Toga decided to stay back in the tree line to watch the battle unfold. Tomura wasn’t letting up, though; he was determined to make Gigantomachia submit to him. If you were being honest with yourself, you were also irritated by Dabi, who just decided to abandon you. As you sat on a rock, twirling a random stick in your hand, you thought about how Dabi abandoned the group. It felt so unlike him.

Suddenly, everything went silent, causing you to drop the stick. The big guy tuckered himself out and fell asleep right in front of Tomura’s feet. You and the rest of the group quickly ran over to him and asked what you should do now. Tomura shrugged and peered ahead at what appeared to be a small cave illuminated by the moon and located beneath a waterfall. His features now covered in exhaustion, you realized he just wanted to sleep too. You and the rest of the league followed him into the cave. Spinner started a small fire, and everyone claimed a corner as their bed for the night. As you went to lay down with Toga, you saw that she was already resting on Twice’s lap. Spinner was paired up with Compress, which left you with Tomura. You hesitated for a moment, not sure of what to do. If you let him sleep on the ground, surely he wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, and neither would you. When you slid down the cave wall next to him, he looked at you through the hand on his face before taking it off and laying it down on the other side of him.

“Who was the ‘potential ally’ Dabi mentioned earlier?” You tilted your head to look at him as he undressed from his hands.

“That still bothering you, huh?” Tomura speaks in a monotone voice, probably due to his exhaustion. He saw your face earlier, when Dabi first mentioned that he was leaving. He knew you weren’t happy about it.

“What? No!” You deflect his acquisition by shaking your head before you add,“I-I just don’t get why he left at a time like this.” Your voice cracks, betraying your lie. “Trouble in paradise?” Twice chimes in from the other side of the room. You roll your eyes at him, shifting your attention back to Tomura.

“Listen,” he exhales slowly, “he does that from time to time,” Tomura adds in a lower voice than before to keep the group from eavesdropping. He then leans over to lay his head down on the pile of hands, choosing to face away from you. You calm your thoughts about Dabi and take in Tomura’s appearance. He had a bunch of cuts and bruises all over his face and hands, and it looked like he was trying to hide them from you.

“Don’t go to sleep like that.” Your tone is serious as you slightly tug at his coat, causing him to groan and lean back up to face you. He is looking at you with tired eyes and heavy shoulders, and it pulls at your heart strings. You couldn’t help but think both he and Dabi were avoiding you lately. Tomura could’ve easily asked you to heal him, but he didn’t. You furrow your brows, irritated with them both at this point.

“Are you mad at me now?” His question surprises you, but it causes you to relax your face and scoot closer to him. You sometimes hated that he could read your energy and know what was going through your head.

“No,” you huff, “now stop talking.” You bring your palm to his cheek, and he flinches at the sudden physical touch but soon sinks into your hand and doesn’t say another word. You activate your quirk, and he watches you in awe for what feels like the millionth time now. Your hair begins to float, and your eyes start glowing. He doesn’t move from your hand once you finish healing his wounds. Instead, he continues to stare into your eyes, scared to move because he doesn’t want to upset you again. The fire crackles beside you, and the warm light hits his face in a way that makes your whole body heat up.

“Are any of you hurt?” You call out to the rest of the league, but they all groan a no in response as they’re all so close to falling asleep. You turn your attention back to Tomura, who is now falling asleep in the palm of your hand. His eyes are slowly closing, but he is fighting his sleep as hard as he fought the giant today. “Here, I’ll take first watch.” You position yourself against the wall and pat your lap, indicating that he can rest his head there. He realizes what you’re saying, and his eyes widen a little.

“I can’t; I could accidentally kill you in my sleep.” He states it bluntly. He’s so tired now that he looks frustrated.

“Good thing I’ll be awake to activate my quirk if I have to.” You give him a promising smile, and he contemplates for a moment before accepting your offer. He positions himself to face the rest of the league with his back against the wall while he slowly and gently brings his head down onto your thighs. You can tell he is unsure about this because he isn’t putting his full weight on you. To make him more comfortable, you bring your hand down to his head and attempt to lull him to sleep by running your fingers through his hair. He tenses up at first, but after a few seconds, you feel his body weight shift, and he is drifting off into a deep sleep. You can’t help but watch his breath while he sleeps. You had never seen him sleep before, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You were doing a terrible job of keeping guard because your eyes never left his sleeping figure. His long, bluish-grey hair was splayed out over your thighs, revealing his handsome face. His lips were slightly parted, and his lashes were long and matched his hair color. Watching him like this suddenly makes your stomach twirl. The extremely dangerous Tomura Shigaraki feels safe enough with you to let you protect him. What a sentiment. You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. After about an hour, Tomura shifted in his sleep and wrapped his arms around your left leg to cuddle your thigh. You froze, prepared to activate your quirk, but his own quirk never activated. His palms were flat on your thigh, and you weren’t turned to dust. Still on edge, you slowly lifted his hands without waking him and placed them at his sides. You weren’t sure why decay didn’t activate in his sleep. Strange, you thought.

After another two hours, your eyelids started becoming very heavy. You were deep in your thoughts and even started to remember a little bit more from your past and your hero days. You had faint memories of someone you were close to just before returning to U.A. There was a man with red wings. Was it wings? Who knows. If you try to remember too much, you’ll get a headache. You didn’t like having nothing to do but think. There were even a few invasive thoughts about Dabi, and you were curious what he was doing while you had another man laying on your lap. You debated waking Tomura up to switch with you, but you wanted him to get as much sleep as possible. As if he felt your exhaustion, he stirred awake and sat up slowly, yawning. The fire had died down, so there was little light left in the cave. He looked at you and recognized the tired expression plastered on your face.

“Here,” he rubbed his eyes, “I’ll take over,” he says, shifting to sit up against the wall.

“Are you sure?” You silently hoped he was. You were beyond exhausted.

“Yeah, come here.” His words immediately give you butterflies. He takes off his coat and lays his head against the wall, revealing his Adam's apple, while he gives his lap a little pat and spreads his legs slightly. You give him a once-over before agreeing; he looks awkward, but you are too tired to care. You slowly bring your head down onto his lap and lay the opposite way he did, facing him instead of the rest of the league. You weren’t sure why you laid this way—maybe because you wanted to look at him while you fell asleep. He takes his coat and lays it over you. He brings his hand to your head the same way you did to him. His hand brushes gently over your hair, barely brushing you. When you smile softly, he decides to do it again and starts massaging your temples sweetly with his pinky finger still in the air. Tomura wasn’t big on physical touch, but it felt different with you. He has always had this urge to touch you.

“You didn’t dust me in your sleep.” You whisper, looking up at him with heavy eyes. He was already looking down at you, so your eyes met him instantly. This made your stomach flip. Luckily, it was somewhat dark in the cave, so he couldn’t see it. “You had all five fingers on me, and I didn’t have to activate my quirk,” you whisper again.

“Hmmm.” Tomura furrows his brows but continues to rub your temple as he diverts his eyes to the fire. You wanted to know what he was thinking but didn’t push further. Instead, you quickly gave in to sleep.

---

You only got an hour of sleep. The cave started rattling and shaking you awake forcefully. You felt Tomura’s arms wrap around you roughly as he pulled you into his chest. The cave walls were cracking, and rocks started falling from the ceiling. Gigantomachia found you. How did he find you? Tomura wrapped his arms around your head to prevent any debris from falling on you. You closed your eyes tightly and shifted your body closer to Tomuras, wrapping your arms around his waist. Once the attack stopped, the group shuffled to their feet to exit the cave. Tomura unfolds his arms slowly, revealing you sitting between his legs and clinging to him. You gently unwrap yourself and pull away from him, feeling embarrassed now.

“Are you okay?” Tomura flashes you a look of worry before grabbing your chin and checking you for injuries. He turns your head to the left and then to the right. You are too worried about him, so you swat him away gently before turning your attention to him instead. You lean into him once more to check for injuries. “I’m fine; are you okay?” You sit up slightly to get a good look at him. He seemed unscathed.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m going to make this bastard finally submit to me.” He rose to his feet, placed the hands back on his body, and started toward the entrance to the cave. There was a determination in his voice that made you believe him. As he exited the cave, you got up to follow him into battle. You only just noticed that you were wearing his long black trench coat that he covered you in the night before. It was gradually getting colder outside, but you knew he probably wouldn’t stop the fight to put his coat on. So you decided to wear it for now.

---

It had been a week since you started fighting Gigantomachia. The entire league, minus Dabi, was exhausted and frustrated at this point. It had been non-stop fighting, only allowing two to three hours of sleep at a time. You all started sleeping in shifts, except Tomura. He wouldn’t tell you this, but he would rather fight on zero hours of sleep than risk putting you in harm's way again like he did the first night in the cave. After all, for some reason, Gigantomachia started ignoring everyone but Tomura.

There were moments when Gigantomachia would fall asleep, which allowed the team to meet up to discuss game plans. That’s where you all are currently. You were all standing in a circle discussing ideas of what to do next when, all of a sudden, Twice’s phone started ringing. Everyone turns their attention to Twice as he pulls out his phone.

“It’s Giran! I wonder where he’s been; I’ve called him like a dozen times!” Twice shouts.

You recognized the name. Giran is the outside recruiter for the league and assists with getting costumes and weapons; he even helped Compress get his new arm. You think about Dabi for a moment and his “potential ally”, Maybe that's why Giran was calling. Your heart flutters trying to listen to the conversation when Twice’s face drops in fear.

“This isn’t Giren…” Twice alerts.

“A voice changer?” You add, and your face contorts in confusion as you listen to the weird robotic voice coming through the phone speaker.

“Who are you? Where’s Giran?” Twice yells into the phone.

There's an uneasy silence when the stranger answers.

“I’m the grand commander of the Meta Liberation Army.” The voice comes out staticky. “My name is Re-Destro,” he adds.

Tomura stands up and grabs the phone from Twice. Causing you to shift focus to your leader.

“First the Yakuza, and now the Liberation Army?” Tomura speaks into the phone. He holds it with two fingers, careful not to dust the thing. “Why are you has-beens suddenly appearing out of nowhere lately?” He sounds pissed off.

“Where is Giran?!” Twice yells again.

“Ah, I’ve got him right here, and he’s still alive; don’t worry. Our objective is to liberate all metahumans and to demolish the existing world to create a new one where people can be themselves.”

“You talk a lot.” Tomura groans.

“Interesting; I think we should explore that.” Mr.Compress chimes in.

“Give us back Giran, and then we’ll talk. We have bigger things to deal with right now.” Tomura attempts to conclude the deal.

“Oh, you’re mistaken. You’re not calling the shots right now…” Re-Destro answers smugly. Tomura growls in response. “How are those mountains? We’re watching you all on satellite right now.” Tomura thinks about dusting the phone, but you grab his hand before he can.

“I think we should hear him out.” Your eyes meet his, and he backs down, holding the phone out in front of you.

“Ah, Lady Medela, is that you? I heard you switched sides.” You hear Re-Destro’s cocky voice on the other side of the phone.

“What do you want from us?” You speak up.

“The league of villains has become too well known. We simply want to crush you so that we can start this war without you getting in the way.” You grit your teeth at his words. “Make your way to Deika City in the next hour if you have any chance of freeing your friend Giran. Then, you will decide if you stand against us or do nothing and be captured by the heroes that we will send to your location.” Tomura’s fingers are still on Twice’s phone while you stand under him close to the speaker. He’s heard enough now but still looks to you for confirmation before you send him a “yes” with just your eyes, giving him permission to dust the phone. He lays down his palm and completely dusts Twice’s phone.

“Hey! My phone!” Twice groans, reaching out for the dust particles.

“So, no good choices...” you start, still looking up at Tomura.

“No, so I guess we’re going to Deika City to crush these bastards.” He jumps down from the rock he was standing on.

“What?” You object and tilt your head at him. “You’ve barely slept in a week; there's no way you can fight like this.” You cross your arms, hoping that he’ll back down from your words.

Tomura doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns his body to speak into the earpiece that the doctor gave him when he first arrived here.

"Doctor, did you hear all that? How long do we have until the big baby wakes up?”

You can’t hear what the doctor is saying, but you’re almost positive he gives Tomura a number of hours.

“Perfect. Now, where’s Dabi?” Tomura says it out loud to no one in particular. This makes you perk up a little. Were you finally going to see Dabi again? “We’ll need an exit, Doctor.”

“We’re really going to fight him?” Toga questions.

“Have you noticed how the big guy always finds me no matter where I try to hide?” Tomura begins, and you think back to the moment in the cave when you were jolted awake by Gigantomachia’s attacks. "Well, I’m going to bring him with us to this fight. Re-Destro doesn’t stand a chance.” You look at Tomura and notice his features. He is confident in this plan, and you start to realize how great of a leader he is becoming. He is so smart and calculated, and you admire that about him. You would follow him into any battle.

Once again, the black substance starts pouring out of your mouth as you are teleported right outside Deika City. Your eyes immediately meet Dabi's, who is resting against a tree. He must’ve been summoned here as well. He looks at you briefly before turning his attention to Tomura.

“How did I get dragged into this?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Maybe because you’re part of this group.” You answered him with a little bit more of an attitude than you meant to.

As you all walk through the city, you notice how empty and quiet it is. It was almost like there was no-one home.

“Where is everyone?” Toga voices out.

“I get it now. The whole city is the army.” Tomura says.

After a few minutes of wondering around, a man in a black suit and glasses walks out onto the street to face you.

“Our guests have arrived! Welcome, welcome!” He creepily welcomes you. “Let the festivities begin!” he shouts before snapping his finger. Suddenly, tons of army members start flooding out onto the streets, ready to attack.

“Where is Giran?” Twice yells after the suited stranger.

"Oh, your friend? He’s with our grand commander.” He gestures to the tall building behind him. Bingo, that's your destination. You, along with the rest of the league, get into battle formation. You remove your knives from their holsters and hold them in either hand between your fingers.

The army members yelled out “Tomura Shigaraki!” all at once and pounced on him. There are so many of them. You take out two random men with sheer strength alone. Your first collide with their heads causing them to fall to the ground. You try to keep tabs on Tomura's movements, but he takes off towards the building with an entire mob of army villains in tow behind him. Without hesitation, you follow him, leaving the league behind. Dabi’s eyes follow what you’re chasing after, and he looks down, realizing you left him to follow Tomura. You slow down a little when you see Tomura swaying his feet as he also slows down a bit. Oh no, he's getting sloppy. He’s going to pass out. You knew he shouldn’t have rushed into battle with no sleep. The mob begins to catch up to him, so you run even faster to catch up before they can hurt him. Suddenly, Tomura jumps onto a stone fence and rushes back the opposite way towards the mob. He grabs one of the mob members faces and glides his hand across the bodies, disintegrating them all at once. Your eyes widen in horror; you have never seen him kill anyone, let alone that many people at once. All of those people, just gone. He jumped off the stone fence and landed right in front of you. Anger seethed out of his mouth like a rabid dog. He was panting heavily and was ready to grab you, but when you flinch, his face shifts when he realizes it's you and not another mob member.

“Tomura,” your voice comes out barely above a whisper, worry seeping over your face.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” He leans over and grabs at his ribcage, releasing the contents of his stomach onto the ground a few feet away from you. None of you have eaten in days, so it was mainly bile. You knew this battle wasn’t smart. He is overworking himself.

“It’s okay.” You gently pat his back, unsure of how to comfort him right now.

Dabi and Spinner catch up to you and try to understand what they just saw. Did Tomura really just kill all those people in one move?

"Well, if our leader isn’t sparing lives, then I’ll have some fun too.” Dabi laughs quietly to himself.

A couple of army members make their way to your location. Dabi quickly lights them up in flames. You protect your face from the heat and lean down to meet Tomura’s face. Your hair falls in front of your eyes, and you move it behind your ear. He looks at you from the side, and you give him a sweet smile.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” He’s breathing heavily, not as angry as before.

Once he is back on his feet, the streets begin to swarm with Twice clones. They’re all yelling that they’re here to protect you all, his comrades. You can’t lie; you feel the odds are much better with this many clones. You and Tomura speak to each other with just your eyes. You both decide to use the distraction to run towards the tower again.

“Twice, do you think you can clear a path?” Tomura asks the closest Twice clone in proximity.

“Of course, boss!” Multiple Twice’s answer at the same time.

Once you reach the tower, Tomura turns to you and looks over your head to get a couple of Twice clones' attention.

“Keep her here, will ya?” He asks the clones, and they oblige by grabbing your arms and pulling you away from him.

“What? N-No, let me go!” You fight back against the clones, but there are about five of them holding you down. “Let me help you fight!” Your eyes meet his, and there is a flicker of sadness in his eyes.

“I don’t know who is waiting for me up there, and if it's a boss fight, I can’t risk having you with me.” He softens his eyes a bit. You hate that he’s doing this by himself.

You call after him, but he is already in the building before you can fight any harder. Damnit. He’s going to get himself killed. Your heartbeat quickens, and you suddenly have a looming feeling fall over you.

After a few minutes of trying to fight your way out of the Twice clones’ grasp, you feel a thud and are then surrounded in gray goop. The Twice clones were taken out? By what? You duck, avoiding an attack from your right. It was an Army member. They’re strong too; they were able to take out Twice’s clones in one shot. You prepare yourself and start throwing punches. The army villain ducks your attacks and goes to activate his quirk when, suddenly, he is lit up by blue flames. So maybe he wasn’t so strong, and maybe Twice’s clones are getting weaker by the minute.

Your eyes meet Dabi's, and you see in his face that he knows what you’re about to do. Before you can even get the chance to think your body takes off running into the building of the tower that Tomura was in. Dabi was faster. He grabs your wrist and stops you, making you whine out in frustration.

“Let me go, Dabi!” You fight against him, but this is much harder than five Twice clones. You were so close to fighting alongside Tomura, but now he's still up there, alone. Dabi’s grip is hot and causes you to wince a little, but you ignore how painful it is.

“Wow, I thought I had more time.” Dabi’s face drops in realization, but you’re just as confused as ever.

“What are you talking about?” You reply through your spurts of trying to escape his grasp. You feel like a toddler trying to kick and scream to get what you want.

“You and Shigaraki,” The grip on your wrist loosens, and he drops your arm. You catch his eyes once more; his beautiful icey-blue irises begin to match his mood. To your surprise, you don’t immediately run inside the building once you’re loose this time. Instead, you look up at Dabi, not sure what he is trying to say to you. You furrow your eyebrows at him, hoping he’ll continue to explain what he's talking about.

“You care about him.”

“Yeah, well, I care about all of you.” You speak in a questioning tone, still not following and slightly irritated that he’s bringing this up now.

“You care about him more than the rest of us.” His face shows signs of sadness mixed with a hint of jealousy. “I know this because, for a while,” he pauses, “you looked at me like that.”

“Dabi,” you say, lowering your voice to match his tone. “Can we talk about this later?”

Dabi is angry now. He gets in your face and speaks down to you. “I’m not going to let you kill yourself for him all because of a little crush.”

Crush? CRUSH? He thinks you have a crush. On who? Tomura? How dare he make this whole situation miniscule just because he thinks something like that? Before you could scream at him, punch him, or whatever it was that you were feeling, all the windows in the tower above you shattered. You threw your hands over your head in an attempt to protect yourself from falling glass. Oh no, Tomura. Dabi grabs you once more and leads you around a corner where you are safe and both have eyes on the building. It looked like a giant hand was sticking out of the top floor and creating a giant hole in the wall from the outside. When you looked up, you saw Tomura fighting a man in a striped suit. This was the boss fight, you thought. It’s Re-Destro. He was running around his attacks, trying desperately to get his hands on him. Suddenly, Re-Destro grabbed Tomura with his giant hand and held him there. When Re-Destro flipped Tomura upside down, you yelled out to him, attempting to run towards the building, but once again, Dabi stopped you and kept you close to him. All you could do was watch. The ground shook beneath you when the building started collapsing. What was going on? Dabi grabs your hand, pulling you along with him as you run away from the building to seek shelter again. When you look back, you see another Tomura on the ground, touching the building. What? Then it clicked. The Tomura that was fighting Re-Destro was just a clone, and that’s why he didn’t want you to come up with him. After your realization, you gasp in a second realization. How is he doing that? Is his quirk evolving? You think back to when he just disenegrated that mob group; he didn’t touch half of those people, yet they still died. Was his quirk, decay, spreading? Can he disintegrate in larger quantities now and let it spread to other things it touches? You were in complete awe.

The battlefield is flattened, and you see what you assume is the real Tomura approaching a weakened Re-Destro who is lying in a pile of rubble. Once you’re at a far enough distance, Dabi lets go of your hand, and you both turn around to watch how this plays out. You listen to their conversation as much as you can, but you’re further out than you’d like to be. Tomura attempts to decay more of the ground around him but is caught off guard when Re-Destro jumps and smashes the debris with his giant fists. This causes Tomura to be sent flying backward. Re-Destro is quick; he is tuned into Tomura’s location before he gets a chance to land. Once he does, Re-Destro holds Tomura up by his arm, and you can see Tomura wince as his whole body weight is suspended in the air by Re-Destro’s thumb and pointer finger. Re-Destro is massive now. Your heart is racing as you watch this battle. Tomura goes to dust his hand, but Re-Destro grabs his other hand and has Tomura completely powerless now. Tomura winces again, and this time you hear him scream. His hand is crushed by Re-Destro. “Nooo!” You scream out, looking away as tears well up in your eyes. Was this it? Was Tomura about to die? “Dabi, help him!” You turn to face Dabi, tears now streaming down your face as you beg him not to let Re-Destro kill him. You felt helpless and powerless. All you can do is stand around and hope Tomura makes it out of this so that you can heal him.

Dabi starts leaving your side to engage in the battle when Re-Destro jumps back in pain. Tomura started to decay Re-Destro’s thumb, causing Re-Destro to release Tomura and throw him to the ground. Tomura then sits up and grabs his head in pain. You notice that his entire left hand is covered in blood as he rubs his temples. After a few seconds, Tomura is back on his feet and takes off running around Re-Destro. He’s fast, but not fast enough. Re-Destro creates a huge ball of purple energy and throws it right at Tomura. He once again goes flying through the air. He is taking hits left and right, and you cannot handle watching it, but at the same time, you can’t peel your eyes away. Through tears, you continue to watch the fight. The last hit must have broken Tomura’s left ankle because, when he stands up, he starts limping towards Re-Destro, dragging his foot behind him. He reaches down to grab the hand that he is always using to cover his face. He is in rough shape, and you’re not sure how much more he can take. His nose is bleeding, but he’s smiling. Why is he smiling? He is looking up at the sky as if he were remembering something. You’re worried now that he has a concussion. You need to heal him soon. Then, in an instant, the hand you’re used to seeing on his face is disintegrated by his own hand. He dusted it without a second thought, crushing it like it meant nothing at all.

“These are no longer necessary.” You hear Tomura speak loudly and confidently. It is the first time you have been able to hear his voice in this battle. It’s different. His voice is unwavering and not as whiny as it was before. There's a credence in his voice that’s raw.

Re-Destro ups his game by transforming himself into a giant-suited mech. Tomura quickly counters his moves by dusting his entire arm. He’s becoming cocky with his moves now. You weren’t sure what made him suddenly so much stronger, but you were so happy to see that he was winning. Tomura kneels down and starts decaying the ground beneath him, causing Re-Destro to fly away while pieces of his suit start slowly falling off. You and Dabi are further away when you notice Gigantomachia making his way to the battle. You figured things were about to get super ugly, so you tried to put some distance between you while still keeping your eye on Tomura. As Tomura decays the city around you, you notice all of the color leaving his hair. You’re not sure what you’re seeing, but it almost looks like it’s turning white. Re-Destro’s suit is totally destroyed now, and you see him start to flee. He looks terrified of Tomura.

“We need to get out of here. Shigaraki’s going to kill us.” Dabi gets your attention, and all you can do is nod. You take one last glimpse of Tomura and see him throw his head back in a sinister and freeing laugh. You have never seen him this happy. Aside from being worried that you’re going to die, you couldn’t help but smile seeing him like this.

As soon as you’re outside of the dust zone, the world goes silent. The ground settles, and the smoke starts dissipating. He must’ve won. You and Dabi make your way back over to Tomura and notice Spinner hiding behind a van. You group up with him and look into the valley where the building once stood. Your eyes catch Tomura’s figure once more. He looks so different from when you arrived. He stood tall, and his hair was as white as snow. He was covered in blood, and his clothes were mostly destroyed. He was only still wearing his black pants, which were ripped at the bottom. Your eyes make their way to his chest, and you instantly turn beet red. You had never seen Tomura shirtless, and now he was standing there in battle, shirtless and covered in blood. He was lean but still very muscular. Dabi made a tch noise when he saw what you were staring at so intently.

“Woah, when did Shigaraki get ripped?” Spinner’s mouth dropped open, and you bit back a chuckle. Hey, he said it, not you.

Re-Destro’s legs were missing. He must’ve cut them off to avoid them disintegrating. He was currently bowing to Tomura, and you took this as confirmation that the battle was over. He won. When you look over to the right, you see Gigantomachia bowing down to Tomura, as well as every single one of the Meta Liberation Army members.

“Ummm, are we supposed to bow?” Spinner asks.

“Fuck that. I’m not bowing.” Dabi crosses his arms, annoyed.

You silently admire the man before you. He has changed so much since that dreadful day that he kidnapped you. He was just a scared kid who was the leader of a few low-ranking villains. But now he had gained all of Re-Destro’s followers as well as the respect of a multitude of high-ranking villains. You don’t waste another second. You slide down the crater that Tomura created, leaving Spinner and Dabi behind the van. Your heart beats loudly in your chest, and you're breathing heavily, trying to cross the valley to make your way to him. You’re running as fast as you can. He had just finished whatever he was saying to Re-Destro when you reached him. Without thinking, your body collides with his as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him into a heartfelt hug. You didn’t even realize you were still crying. Tomura is thrown off balance a bit as he struggles to stay off his broken ankle. He is surprised and confused, but he accepts your hug. After a moment, he wraps his non-broken hand around your waist and rests his chin atop your head. He smiles gently and breathes in the smell of your hair. The smell of strawberries.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” You whimper into his chest.

“You didn’t believe in me?” He laughs into your hair. Even his laugh is different. He is so much more assured.

You both don’t say anything else. He just holds onto you until you pull away first. Once you do, you heal as much as you can of his wounds. The fingers that were completely crushed were gone, but you were able to heal the nubs of where his fingers once were, leaving him with two fingers on his left hand. He tries to make a joke about how he's lucky he’s right-handed, but you were too concentrated on healing his ankle. Only because he told you to, you heal Re-Destro’s legs so that he is at least no longer bleeding out. He then tells you that the league will come back with him, and he will provide lodging and food for the group.

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It had been a week since the fight in Deika City. After you were shown to the headquarters, you were each given a room inside the massive basement of the Meta Liberation Army, along with new clothing and new suits. Tomura was busy with Re-Destro, so you were left with Dabi, Spinner, Compress, Twice, and Toga. You wanted to see Tomura, but you knew that as the leader of such a huge front, it would be hard to speak with him whenever you wanted. You spent the week avoiding Dabi’s stares and passive-aggressive comments. You knew he wanted to talk to you about your "crush,” but you felt like you needed to figure out what it was you were feeling first before talking to someone else about it, let alone with a man that until recently you were sleeping with. Not to mention, you still feel something for Dabi. You found yourself watching him silently as he fidgeted with his coat, fixed his staples, or felt your breathing hitch in the back of your throat when he stood a little too close to you. As you were eating lunch with the league in a designated room, one of Re-Destro’s henchmen, Skeptic, came to grab you all for an announcement. He forced you to dress in elegant attire and to meet him downstairs at five. You dressed in a simple white dress and wore black heels to match. For the first time in a long time, you put on some makeup and brushed your hair. When you came downstairs, you noticed Dabi in a suit and tie. It was an odd sight, but he looked as handsome as ever. He was struggling with his tie, so you slowly made your way over to him to assist. He dropped his hands and allowed you to help him. There was a tension in the air that you ignored.

“These things are always so itchy.” He complains.

“Well, let’s hope it’s just for tonight.” You give him a soft smile, and he looks down at you with joyless eyes.

As you fix Dabi’s tie, he brings his hands back up to yours and gently rubs your palm with his thumb. You shudder and look away from him, but he brings your face to his and gives you a small kiss on your forehead as a thank you. He says nothing else, and before you can react, Skeptic walks into the room. You all followed Skeptic into an elevator and down three levels of stairs that opened up into a giant convention-style room that held close to 100,000 people. Your jaw dropped when you saw them all. Skeptic brought you to the back side of the building so that you would walk out on a stage where Re-Destro and Tomura were already seated. There was a throne in the center of the stage, and sitting on the throne was Tomura. He was wearing a giant, fluffy red cape and a suit and tie underneath. His hand was in a brace that gave his two fingers support. He had one of the hands he used to dress with on his face, assuming it wasn’t the same one he dusted in battle. His other hand was in a black sleeve that would keep him from accidentally decaying anything. His white hair fell a little past his shoulders now, and he looked so clean and soft. It was nice to have access to showers whenever you wanted. When you peered around the throne, you noticed his legs were spread as he nonchalantly sank into the throne. He looked the part of a king.

As if he felt you near him, he turned to face you as you walked up next to his throne. You looked down at him, ignoring the crowd in front of you, and it felt like you were the only two people in the room. He instantly released the breath he had been holding this whole time. You were like a safety net for him, and he never knew why, but when you were around, he was less anxious.

Re-Destro then introduces Tomura as the new grand commander and the king of villains, and you all as “The Paranormal Liberation Front.”. The crowd cheers, and you smile for them. Once the room starts clearing and you exit the stage, you find Tomura and make your way over to him. You approach him nervously with your hands behind your back. Your heels clicked as you walked, causing him to turn around and look at you.

“Hey.” He speaks first. His voice really is different now; it wasn’t just that day in Deika City. It is deeper, and you can’t help but like it.

“Hi,” You respond calmly, but inside you’re shaking. You feel so small in his presence. Somehow, he seems taller. Maybe it’s because his posture is straighter, but he’s always towered over you, so that can’t be it. You don’t know why you’re so nervous; this isn’t your first conversation with him. "Tomura Shigaraki, the King of Villains, has a nice ring to it. ” You try to lighten up the awkward tension.

“Yeah, I suppose it does.” He takes the hand off of his face—a small gesture that shows that you still hold a special place for him. He doesn’t bother taking off his hand mask for the others, especially now that he has an image to uphold. “You look nice.” He looks you up and down, and your face starts to heat up.

“So do you.” You look away from his gaze, suddenly aware of his eyes on your body.

“I want you to come with me.” He says this in a quiet voice, not taking his eyes off your face.

“Okay, where are we going?”

He says nothing; instead, he takes off down the corridor with his cape flowing behind him. You follow him without question. He leads you down more stairs, deeper and deeper into the basement. Once you arrive at a large iron door, he pushes it open, revealing the lair from before your fight with Gigantomachia. It was where you all first confronted the doctor. So that’s where it was. He walks you into a room that is just past all of the giant purple tanks filled with Nomu. It is a medical room with a terrifying chair in the middle that has wires and tubes sticking out of it from all directions. There is medical equipment all over the room, and there’s a screen that shows brain scans. To the left of the chair, there is a line of windows that allow someone on the outside to view in; however, there is no one in sight. You’re confused about why he brought you here. You turn around to face him, and he is already looking at you. His hands are behind his back, and he looks like he has something on his mind.

“Tomu-” You start to say something, but he quickly interrupts you.

“My quirk manifested during my battle with Re-Destro.” He walks closer to you, and your heart starts beating faster. You weren’t scared of him, but he did make you nervous because, for the first time in a while, you couldn’t read his moves. “It not only disintegrates something I touch but also whatever is connected to it.” He leans in even closer to you and grabs your left hand with his right one to bring it up to your face. He is holding it out in front of you with just his thumb, pointer, and middle finger. He slowly adds his ring finger, and you freeze.

“T-Tomura, what are you-” You prepare to activate your quirk.

Then he brings down his pinky finger so that all five of his fingers are holding your hand. He is palm to palm with you, and his fingers are wrapped around yours gently. His hand is a little clammy, and you can tell he’s just as nervous as you are. He gently rubs the top of your hand with his thumb as he brings his eyes to meet yours. When you look back up at him, you realize he was much closer than he was moments ago. His face was inches from yours.

“I can control decay now.” He smiles a little as he looks at your lips.

You smile back, and you’re not sure why there are tears forming in your eyes. You’re just so proud of him. You pull him into a hug, but the motion causes him to trip over a medical wire. He falls towards you, causing you to fall backward into the metal chair behind you. You clench your eyes shut, bracing for impact, but it doesn’t come. You are now lying in the chair with Tomura’s knee between your legs. His arms are stretched out at the sides of your head, and he is caging you in, his hair messily falling over his face and yours. It tickles a little, but you can’t help but feel heat rushing through you. He is panting, and your heart is racing. He is looking at you with those crimson eyes, lust covering his features. You notice his eyes flickering at your lips multiple times. You don’t care anymore; you take the opportunity that is laid out in front of you. You grab his tie and pull him roughly into you. His eyes widen as you kiss him like you’ve wanted to since you first laid eyes on him. He freezes for a moment, but then he melts into your kiss. He moves his right hand away from the side of your head and uses it to grab your face to hold you closer to him as he wraps his fingers around the back of your neck. He pulls his knee up a little until it is flush with your heat. This sends a wave of ecstasy through your body that makes you moan into his mouth. Your reaction makes him smirk as he takes your bottom lip into his, and he bites harder than you’re used to. He sucks your lip gently after, and you want more of him. You sit up a little to kiss him harder, but he pulls away from you and off the chair, leaving you whining for him. No, no, no! When you look at him, he is facing away from you and out the windows into the hallway. Unsure of what just happened, you wait for him to speak first.

“I can’t.” His voice isn’t as confident as before. It was staggering a bit, and he sounded in pain. “I can’t do this to you. I can’t hurt you again.”

“I don’t understand.” Your voice betrays you, and you once again feel so small. You have so much of yourself to give to him, but he refuses to take it. To take you. You have been chasing him for what feels like forever. Now that you’ve caught him, he doesn’t want you. This stings.

He won’t look at you.

“Tomura, can you look at me, please?” You’re practically begging him at this point. Tears threaten to spill again, and he must hear this in your voice. He does what you ask and turns around to look at you. He looks sad too; the smile he wore moments ago is now downturned.

“Pretty soon I’ll be put in one of those tanks over there.” He walks over to you again and squats in front of you so that he can meet your height on the chair. You furrow your brows at him in confusion.

“What?” None of this makes any sense.

“My body has to undergo several modifications that are going to take months to complete.” He is looking at you with sad eyes. “That’s why I brought you down here so that you could hear it from me and not from Dabi.”

“Dabi knew?” You’re not sure how to feel about this.

“Don’t be mad at him; I told him to keep quiet.” He tries to console you by rubbing little circles on your thigh.

“Well,” You look up at him with doe eyes and grab his hand from your thigh to hold it in your lap. “I-I can wait for you.” You add, sniffling a bit.

“Y/N…” He starts. “This war is going to start soon, and I can’t promise that I’ll even make it to the end.” The realization sinks in, everything you all have been working so hard for is starting to catch up. You feel like your knives are poking at your heart, and as your tears threaten to spill again, you feel like there are needles in your throat. How did we end up here? “Dabi will keep you and the rest of the league safe.” Ouch, another sting to the chest.

“Can we just have tonight and worry about the war tomorrow?” You say it as though it’s the easiest solution in the world. You both know it’s not. Once you open that door, there is no going back, and Tomura knows this. He didn’t even want to care about you as much as he does. Heck, he didn’t want to care about the league as much as he does. He doesn’t know what to do; you’re pulling at his heart strings. You notice that he’s lost in thought; you try to bring him back to reality, and the next thing that comes from your lips is a total accident. “Tenko?” He freezes. He forgot that he had told you his name. His real name.

“Come with me.” He grabs your hand, and he pulls you off the chair quickly. He pulls you up stairs and elevators. His pace is quick, and you’re dragging behind him on your heels. They make it hard to walk as fast.

After you two get in the elevator, you’re super curious about what's going on. He has a sweet smile on his face, and he’s still holding your hand even though you’re just standing in the elevator. Now that he can touch you, he’ll never let go. Once you reach the 4th level above ground, he pulls you out of the elevator, but you’re not quite going as fast as he’d like you to.

“Tomura, wait, my legs are shorter than yours, and I’m wearing heels!” You shout at him.

He lets go of your hand briefly, turns around, and lifts you up over his shoulders. Well, this position sure feels reminiscent of when you got kidnapped. “Need I remind you that I’m wearing a dress?” It wouldn’t matter anyway. There seems to be no one around, but still, you didn’t want to expose yourself to anyone in the army who happened to walk by. You’re giggling now, and you hear him laugh softly. He lays his modified left hand across your ass to cover your underwear, which may or may not be showing. The action causes you to blush. Once you reach your destination, he puts you back on your feet. There’s a door, similar to your bedroom door but much grander. There are gold accents all around the French doors that he is currently leading you into. Once in the room, your jaw drops. There is a massive bed with red velvet sheets and a huge, dark stone wall behind it. To the backside of the room there is a fireplace that is currently lit, and to the left of it there is a balcony that has not one, not two, but three different doors to walk out onto it. Circling around, there is a walk-in bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub and a gold plated shower.

“What do you think?” Tomura takes in your reaction. He was equally blown away when he saw it.

“It’s fit for a king.” You say this, running your fingers through his cape, causing him to chuckle a bit. He still didn’t believe it himself.

“I was thinking you could stay in here while I’m,” his voice lowers, “you know... anyways, I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” You turn to look at him, and your eyebrows raise in surprise. He was just going to let you stay in his room? “Just don’t…” He thinks about staying quiet but he says it anyways, “Sleep with Dabi in my bed.” His face shifts uncomfortably, and a weird jealousy takes over his features.

“Tomura!” Your jaw drops again, but this time in offense. You playfully hit him, and he swerves away laughing. “I don’t even know what’s going on with that anyway.”

He moves closer to you and looks into your eyes again. This time, the lust from earlier returns, but it’s much more sinister and filled with need. "Part of the reason I said that I can’t have you is because once I have you, I won’t want to share you.” His voice is deep and dipped in possessiveness. He closes the gap between you and grabs the back of your neck, where you left off earlier. His thumb runs along your bottom lip, making the butterflies return to your stomach. He uses his left hand to unhook his cape from his neck, and you hear it fall to the floor.

“If you want me to be yours,” your breaths become heavier, and your knees start to buckle. “Then make me yours.” You whisper seductively.

He takes that as his queue. He’s towering over you, and you can feel that you’re already so wet for him. How embarrassing, you think. The thumb that was rubbing your lip was quickly replaced with his mouth. He places gentle, open mouthed kisses on your lips. His mouth laps over yours as his tongue battles yours for dominance. You submit to him, making him softly growl into your mouth. He removes his mouth to kiss your jaw and then down your neck, forcing your head upwards, giving him more access to you. He starts kissing down your collarbone and down to your breast. Once he reaches your nipples, he realizes that he is leaning over quite a bit. He then gets on his knees in front of you to run his hands up your body. What a sight, the king kneeling for you. His right hand grips the back of your thigh as he kisses down your stomach through your dress. Your hands are in his hair now, pulling at his soft white locks. He whimpers into your stomach, and this makes your legs quiver. He pushes your dress up, revealing your pretty lace underwear.

“The Meta Liberation Army gave you this dress, right?”

“Yeah, why?” You respond breathlessly.

He grips the fabric and dusts it completely. Your breath hitches, and you’re now standing before him in nothing but your bra, underwear, and heels.

“What if I liked that dress?” You feign innocence, pouting down at him.

“Too bad, I like you without it on.” He nips at your hips, and you watch him loop his fingers around the band of your underwear, encouraging you to step out of them as he pulls them to your ankles. He takes a moment to also unclasp your heels and pull them off while he kisses your shins. He throws them across the room and brings his attention back to your now bare core. He places sweet kisses on your inner thighs as he slowly trails his right hand further up your leg. His fingers dance around on your skin, making you shiver. His fingers and his lips reach your core at the same time. His fingers spread you open softly. He looks up at you one more time for confirmation, and you give him a small nod, making him bury his face into your soaking cunt. You moan loudly at the sudden jolt of pleasure. It’s as if he is trying to memorize every move your body makes as he continues to drown out your moans. You can barely stand now as you ride his face. He is supporting your weight with his left hand while he circles your clit with his tongue. He adds his middle finger to the mix and parts your entrance as he slowly inserts his finger into you. You clench around him as he pumps his finger in and out. Your lewd sounds make him pull his face away to bite his lip. He’s looking up at you again, and you are feral for him. You want more; you need more. He goes to continue, but you tug at his hair to yank his head back. He whimpers slightly as his adam's apple bobs up and down. He is so hot, and you don’t really know how to express how much you want him. You drop to your knees to kiss him. He melts instantly under your touch. You’re nearly growling, and you want to rip his clothes off. As you sloppily kiss him, you tug at his tie, pulling it over his head. You struggle a bit with his buttonup shirt, and it makes you whine in frustration.

“Dust these.” You demand it in-between rough kisses. Your lips move down his jaw and down his throat.

Without so much as a thought, he does what you ask. If you weren’t holding his lips captive, he would’ve responded promptly with a "yes, ma’am.” He pulls his hand from your thigh and places it on his chest. What was once a suit is now dust. His clothes crumble beneath his touch.

There it was. His chest. His muscles. Your fingers run down his sternum, and you can feel his heartbeat racing. Your hand goes lower and lower until it reaches his already hard cock. You press your finger to his tip, and when you pull away, there is a string of glistening pre-cum attached. You smile into his kiss and rest your forehead against his for a brief moment. He is beyond desperate for you. His hips buckle in your hand as you gently wrap your hand around him. He’s big. He lets out a raspy moan, and when you look him in the eyes, you swear you could come just by how he's looking at you. He looks so needy, and his cheeks are burning red. You know exactly what you want. You blink at him slowly and kiss his lips gently once more.

“Can you lay back for me?” You ask him with big doe eyes. How could he deny you?

“U-uh, yeah, sure.” He stutters cutely before lying back with his hands behind his head.

You position yourself and take his cock in your hands once more. You look up at him, and he looks nervous as he bites back his moans. You wonder for a moment if this is his first time. You smirk and bring your mouth down. You lick the pre-cum off his tip and push your head down agonizingly slow. He groans loudly and hisses through his teeth as soon as you bottom out. He struggles to keep his composure and moves his hands out behind him to grab the bedside table, which almost knocks the lamp over. You start to bob your head up and down his length and moan sweetly while you suck him slowly. He doesn’t mean to, but he moves his hips up every time you come down so that he can bottom out again and again. This makes you choke a little, but you don’t care. You just want him to feel good. He brings his good hand to your face, pushes your hair out of your face, gathers it together, and holds it above you.

“G-god, you’re s-so pretty.” He struggles to get the words out, but he doesn’t fail to make you blush. His words of affirmation don’t stop there. “I-I’ve wanted you for so long.” You allow him to fuck your mouth senseless now. He deserves it. You have tears welling in your eyes, but you’re so into it you don’t care. Your hips are also moving, as you're practically dry humping the air. He notices this and brings your face down one more time before pulling you off of him. You’re almost sad to lose your attachment to him, but he leans over to caress your cheek, and you close your eyes and smile. He moves to stand up, and you follow suit. He pulls you to stand with him, and he leans over a bit to pick you up and throw you onto the bed. Once you’re sprawled out on the silky sheets, he takes his large palm down and places it on your abdomen. He rubs your stomach all the way up to your breasts, and he gently massages the right one as he brings his face down to meet yours. He kisses you hard and then pulls away. “Come here, angel.” He demands it, and you completely oblige. You’re not sure when the roles switched, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to do whatever he wanted. He was your king, after all. He man-handles you and flips you around. Your ass is now in the air, and he is positioning himself with your entrance, using your slick folds to lubricate his length. He palms your ass before he pumps into you roughly. You yelp, and he does it again. He is being rough but still allowing you a moment as he settles into you. He rocks his hips deeper and deeper until he almost bottoms out inside you. You struggle to take him all in. You’re nearly drooling now as he places his hand on your head, making you sink lower and lower into the bed. Your hair is messily sprawled out over the sheets, and he keeps his hand on your head as he fucks into you harder and harder. “Good girl.” He leans down to your ear and moves your hair out of your face. Your moans are muffled by the sheets, but you don’t hold back. You honestly didn’t care who could hear.

“Tomu-” You try to whine, but it is lost in the sheets.

“What is it, baby?” He brings his face down to yours again, kissing your nose softly.

“Y-you’re too big.” You whimper as he bottoms out again and again. It feels like he’s in your stomach, but it hurts so good.

“You’re being such a good girl for me; do you want me to stop?”

“N-no!” You cry out in pleasure.

“That’s my girl.” You can hear the sinister smile in his voice.

He lifts your hips a little more as he tries to get as deep as possible. He folds himself to snake his hand underneath you to grab your chest. Once he hugs you from behind, he starts fucking you relentlessly. He lays his forehead in between your shoulder blades and leaves a trail of kisses each time you cry out his name. He doesn’t want to come yet, so he leans up and twists you around. He leans himself onto the headboard as he pulls you up and onto him. He treats you as his own personal toy as he lines your hips up with his. Although he was at the bottom, he was in charge. He fills you up again, and you throw your head back, riding him as slowly as you possibly could.

“Oh my god,” your voice is shaking. He feels so good inside you. He keeps his eyes on you as you bounce on his cock. His hands move from your hips to your breasts. He squeezes them, pushes them together, and squeezes them again. He swears he could come just by watching you lose yourself in pleasure. You grab his right hand and bring it up to your throat.

“Dust me.” You demand as you rock back and forth.

“Are you sure?” He is a little hesitant and doesn’t know if you fully know what you’re asking for.

“Yes.” You open your eyes, and they’re glowing.

He uses his quirk, and you moan loudly. His finger tips try to disintegrate you as your quirk protects you and heals your skin just as quickly as it breaks down. It was like a game of chicken. The danger sends you over the edge.

“Tomu, I’m going to come.” You cry out. His hand is still around your throat. His jaw goes slack as he watches you fall apart and ride out your orgasm. He whimpers as he tries not to come inside you.

You’re sensitive—too sensitive. Your body jolts a bit as you stop using your quirk. You fall into his chest, and he kisses your forehead. There is a moment of silence before you start rocking your hips back and forth again.

“Tomura, please, I want you to come.” You beg, and he brings you closer to him. He sits up a little, wrapping his arms around you as he fucks up into you once more. He grabs the back of your waist and kisses your chest. You throw your head back, on the edge of coming again.

“Where do you want me to-”

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips. “Come inside me.”

He perks up at your words but has no objections. He pulls you even closer as his moves start to slow. After a few more pumps, “I-I’m going to come.” He whines into your mouth.

“Fill me up, please. I want you so bad.” You bring your mouth to his neck and leave open-mouth kisses on his neck while he shoots his hot ropes inside you. The sensation makes you clench around him, milking him for all he’s got while you ride out your orgasm for a second time.

He stays inside you for minutes after you both come. You’re both breathing heavily, and he’s resting his forehead on yours. You don’t dare move, not wanting to leave this moment. He pulls away first, like he always does. He kisses the tip of your nose and moves the hair out of your face.

“My whole life I had an itch that I couldn’t scratch, no matter what I did it would always come back…” He starts, and you lift your head to look up at him. His eyes are filled with sadness, but you’re not sure why. “The itching stopped the moment you came around.” Your heart suddenly feels heavy. You’re not sure how to respond, so you just stare at him, admiring him. Before you could say anything, he kissed you.

You fell asleep in his arms as he rubbed your temples, just like the night in the cave. He didn’t sleep, though; instead, he watched you sleep. He wondered how someone so beautiful could be with him, right here in this moment. Maybe in a different life, you two would happily share your lives together. Maybe in a different life, Tomura wouldn’t be the king of villains. Instead, maybe he had a normal childhood that would still lead him to you, but in a much gentler way. Maybe he would bring you flowers and ask you to be his girlfriend. Maybe you would say yes, and you would lay under the stars together. He smiled at the thought of something that could only happen in another life.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. If you weren’t wrapped in his cape, you would’ve thought you dreamed up your whole night with him. As you sit up and look around, the light from the sunrise floods through the curtains of the balcony, and you have an overwhelming feeling of heartache coursing through you. “Can we just have tonight and worry about the war tomorrow?” Your own words ring through your head, and you’re quickly brought to tears. It’s tomorrow. He’s gone. He didn’t even say goodbye. What now? What do you do now? You suddenly feel so alone. After crying for a few minutes, you hear a soft knock at the door with the sound of Toga’s voice asking if you were in there and that she has clothes for you.

“Coming.” You walk over to the door and open it.

She gives you a soft smile before walking through the doorway. She hands you the clothes, and you shuffle to put them on.

“The doctor sent me to get you. He said he wants to talk to you about an idea he has for your quirk.”

You furrow your eyebrows in curiosity. The sudden thought of Tomura down there in a tank with all the Nomu invades your brain.

“You don’t have to go yet if you’re not ready.” She notices the strange look on your face and tries to console you.

"No, it’s okay; I’ll go.” You send her a sweet smile, and you both start walking towards the door. You look back at the room and see Tomura’s cape laid across the bed. Your eyes shift down before you inhale and step out of the room.

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Orange-Tenya Iida

Lemon-Denki kaminari

Lychee-Eijiro kirishima

vanila-Mezou shoji

Plum-Kyouka Jiro

Peach-Momo Yaoyorozu

Taro-Tamaki Amajiki

blackberry-Fumikage Tokoyami

Mocha-Dabi/Toya todoroki

Watermelon-Himiko Toga

blueberry-Tomura Shigaraki

Mango-Hawks/Keigo takami

Coffee-Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

Caramel-All might/ Toshinori Yagi

Banana-President mic/ Hizashi Yamada

Pudding (flan)-Fatgum/ Taishiro Toyomitsu 

Lavender-Hitoshi Shinso

acai-Gang orca/Kugo Sakamata

Coconut-Mirko/rumi Usagiyama

Passion Fruit-Vlad king/Sekijiro Kan

Raspberry-Mei Hatsume

Topping:

Boba-Gender neutral

Popping boba-Female 

Jelly-Male

Dessert:

Croissants- “You look really good in my clothes”

Pie- Short quick kiss,followed by pulling them in for a longer kiss

Macarons- “I love you”

Éclair-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”

Cannoli-hero x villain

Tarts-“Come back to bed”

cheesecake- "why did you do that?" "Because I love you!" 

Sponge cake-“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

Brownie-Cuddling 

cake pop-Sick 

S’mores-Birthday

Strawberry Shortcake-“This reminded me of you”

Gingerbread-“Can I kiss you?”

Honey Bun-“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

Churro-“You promised!”

Cinnamon Twist-Praise 

Cookie Dough-Patching  them up 

Cotton Candy-Wedding

Caramel Apple-“You lied to me” “I did” “You told me you loved me” “I do”

Caramel Popcorn-spy

Carrot Cake-Fake dating

Cookie Sandwich-“What if someone sees us?”

Waffle-only one bed

Crepe-“I’ve never kissed someone before”

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My Hero Academia X Reader

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z1W0NLh by Ace_hazbin You can request fluff and cute shit or Give me anything your freakish little minds can think of the only things I draw the line on is (non-con, shit kink, anything to do with kids) anything else is open. Character: Deku Bakugo Todoroki Mina Denki Kirishima Dabi Shigaraki Toga Aizawa All Might Endeavour Midnight Say if you want fem, male, non-binary, trans, anything you want! Words: 76, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Rei, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yagi Toshinori | All Might/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Reader, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Todoroki Rei, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Smut, Lemon, Face-Fucking, Breast Fucking, Fucking, Fucking Machines, Threesome - F/M/M, Students, Doggy Style, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys, Gay Sex, Public Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Lesbian Sex, Shower Sex, Phone Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z1W0NLh

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What Would Mha characters do during (Here)

by HoneyyBunn

This book is a one-shot book full of wholesome and slightly unwholesome content. Any character, any ship (No minor x adult or crimes)! This is also a reader insert book so feel free to give y/n prompts!

Words: 116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochako, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya, Aoyama Yuuga, Ojiro Mashirao, Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou, Shouji Mezou, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hagakure Tooru, Mineta Minoru, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia), Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Manga & Anime, Fan Comics, Sad, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Lemon, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hugs, Oneshot Prompts Challenge, Late Night Conversations, Sleepy Cuddles, Morning Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52543363

[bluecookies02]

Sub!Shigaraki x Reader

word count: 3800

warnings: cameras, spying, tiny mentions of dubcon, creampie, choking, sub!Tomura

NSFW // minors do not interact

He was always pissy when AFO brought new members without consulting him first. He would rarely greet them, rather more he would throw a fit and let others take care of the basics for a while. It poked at his ego, being reminded that he still doesn't have a full say in certain things, no matter how important his position is.

He can hear the excitement in Toga's voice, all the way up to his room. He can only groan, turning up the volume of his game, gripping the controller. He keeps failing the level, his anger spiking up. It shouldn't be a big deal, and he himself sometimes wonders why he minds it so much when you're supposed to help achieve his goal. AFO didn't comment on you, knowing that talking to Tomura at the time was equivalent to talking to a brick wall. He glances over your files on his desk, unopened in a brown envelope, covered in dust, not touched since the day he got it, and for the first time, he gets remotely curious. Your voice barely reaches his ears, but it's enough to get him interested. He had no idea the new member was a girl either.

He fights with himself for a bit, hand inching closer and closer until he snatches the envelope, ripping it open. He scans the papers for your name, before dumping the rest of the info he finds useless, knowing that the files usually have pictures printed on the last sheet of paper. His lips feel drier than usual, eyes glued to the handful of photographs, most messy and blurry, likely taken during a battle. You're using your quirk in majority of those, but there's one that caught his attention. Maybe a college photo? For a yearbook of some sort if he had to guess. Your expression is unreadable, yet he can't help but stare. It's not like he never saw an attractive woman before...the whole base knows about his porn addiction(he doesn't really hide it either). But something makes his pants a little too tight, throat more dry than it should be.

He's able to brush it off quickly, throwing the stack of papers on the floor. Resuming his game, he leans back in his chair, the volume lowered for no reason whatsoever.

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He's interrupted by an obnoxious knock, the door swinging open before he had an opportunity to even think about getting up. He's ripped from his chair by Toga who has been giggling the whole time. "And this is our boss! He's a nerd and he doesn't talk much unless it's to complain, but he's very cool when he warms up to people. His room is also dirty as all hell but he has nice toys. Look!" She excitedly points at his shelf, pulling your sleeve.

There. If he didn't want to make a good first impression, Toga definitely had him covered.

He tries to remain unfazed, but he can't help but internally itch under your gaze, your hand reaching to greet him. You're too sure, too calm and collected when his palm rests over yours, all fingers but his pinky squeezing tightly. If you're scared, you must've been an actress before becoming a villain because you don't move an inch as he threateningly ghosts his last finger over your skin. All you do is introduce yourself calmly, adding a few words of admiration to feed his ego.

He's angry at the softness of your palm, making the roughness and ugliness of his own much more noticeable. However this isn't new, there's no reason for him to get as upset as he is. Dropping his hand, he glares at you, looking you up and down, repeating the melody of your voice in his head.

"Tomura Shigaraki. Leader of the League. Your room is to the left." He motions in the general direction, sending Toga to prepare it for you. You follow suit, oblivious to the pair of red eyes that burn through your back.

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It's almost impossible to not get along with most of the members. They paved their way to your heart pretty easily, one by one so fitting in wasn't as hard as you feared.

Toga ended up looking up to you a lot, despite the fact that she was only a couple of years younger, she never had a female figure to talk and get advice from through her teen years. Twice came hand in hand with her, warming up to you immediately. He enjoyed watching Toga and you talk and laugh throughout the day, not always being up for interaction himself.

What really brought joy to your day was messing with Dabi, bantering and cussing at each other day in and day out, serving amusement to the rest of the hideout.

Shigaraki got over his childish fit eventually, joining you all at the bar (not without Dabi pulling his leg) He would get more quiet and timid around you, so much that it became an inner joke between the members, both of you oblivious to the muffled giggles that erupted when Tomura joined the common space. He refused to talk to you, and you knew how to take a hint, deciding that keeping the interactions to the minimum was for the best.

"Hey Toga, did you borrow that shirt you said you liked? I put it in the laundry basket and it wasn't on the drying wire." You whined, looking through Dabi's closet. "I didn't! Vic, you keep losing shit, you're gonna end up naked" she chimed in from somewhere down the hallway, skipping steps to reach her room. Dabi snorts while you helplessly dig through the piles of his clothes, threatening to whoop his ass if he doesn't shut up. "Hey, I told you it wasn't me, you can stop demolishing my shit"

"I don't think it's humanly possible to make it worse than it already was" you huff, getting up to leave. It's a great excuse to go shopping, so you try not to dwell on it too much. Flicking Dabi's shoulder, you make your way back to your room. The day was exhausting as any other, and finally, after so long you have some time for yourself.

You lock your door shut, taking off your shoes and stuffing both of your socks in one of them. You lay down on your bed, grabbing the charger and plugging your phone. You're happy that your boss is nothing short of an internet addict, your bed close enough to steal his wifi.

Screens in Shigaraki's room flicker between frames, red eyes watching your every move. His heart beats in his ears, the anticipation of waiting so long for you to come back in your room had him wiggling in his seat. You don't have to do anything sexy or provocative to make him froth at the sight of you, just the fact that you're there, clueless and fully at peace as he wraps his hand around his cock, wrapping the panties he fetched from a hidden pile of stolen clothes right at his base. He can't decide if he would rather keep them there or stuff his mouth with it, or press his nose right where your pussy soaked through the cotton fabric. He pulls on them, making the grip around his dick even tighter as if to punish himself for being so pathetic. He kicks his pants and boxers all the way off, leaning in his chair, legs propped up on its armrests. And he never believed in God before this exact moment because your hand slips under the blanket, legs obviously shifting to get your palm snug in between. Your phone is in your free hand, now switched horizontally and he has to stop himself from cumming because of the sheer excitement. Letting his cock go, he grabs the headphones from his desk, turning the volume up after connecting to a new device. He didn't think he would get this lucky in the first week and he can't help but imagine you doing it on purpose. He knows it's silly, but the fantasy of you having him wrapped around your finger has his breath hitching, mouth slightly parted while he tries not to grab his length again. Instead, he settles on adjusting your underwear a bit, pulling it around his balls, fiddling and playing with the pressure as you click away on your phone.

The last time he heard you like this, he didn't have the cameras set up, he had to press his ear to your shared wall and listen to your muffled moans and the creaks of the bed, only having his imagination to help him reach his high. Now that he has all of this, he's gonna bask in it, make use of every last second and dollar he spent on getting all of those. You truly were ungrateful...he went above and beyond for you, and yet you don't give him the light of day. He should ruin you, he should make your life a living hell, it's what a whore like you deserves. He considers busting your door open, forcing you to the ground as he takes what's already his, proving to you that he's not just a spoiled manchild he knows you think he is. He might be a virgin but he's sure he would know what to do. He wants Dabi to hear. God, he wants him to hear how loud he can make you scream, to listen to you beg for him to slow down, that it's too much, that your pussy can't take more. It

Fuck if he doesn't want you to want him back. To take and use him in any way you see fit, having him fuck you until his cock turns swollen and red, 'til he's begging for you to cum already, head buried in your chest, your hand tangled in his hair, stuffing his mouth with your tits to keep him quiet.

He stares at his screen, your covers kicked to your feet, your panties now hanging from your ankle, knees far apart as you play with your clit. "That's it, 's pretty" he coos to himself, teasing the tip of his cock, watching as it pokes out of his fist, glistening in drops of pre. He fiddles with the cotton in his hand, cupping his balls and sighing, head thrown back. He tries to keep his eyes on his computer, glancing ever so often as he listens to your low, strained breaths, the headphones giving him the illusion that you're right there, panting against his neck.

"C'mon don't be shy" he begs, tongue wetting his chapped lips, drool slowly trickling down his chin. His hand stills when the sound of you fingering yourself becomes loud enough to snap his attention back to the monitor, a desperate cry with an audible "there you go" echoing in his room. Your hips are meeting the thrusts of your fingers, trying to get them deeper inside while you messily flick your clit. You moan in frustration, bucking off the bed, Trying to spread your legs even wider. You can feel the warmth in your tummy slowly bubbling up, holding your breath you paw at your pussy vigorously, careless of the loud moans slipping past your lips. He's sure it's his imagination, but every once in a while you look at one of the cameras when you rest your head on your pillow.

Tomura is panting, moaning with you, answering each sound you make with his own, needy and desperate . "Ple-ah fuck, I'm gonna cum, ha-ah shit gonna give you my cum, don't stop please-" in his intoxicated mind, it feels like he urged you on, the plapping sound of your palm hitting the fat of your cunt having him bite down on his lip, eyes glued to your face, waiting to see just how lewd you look when you cum. He quickly makes work of your dirty panties, using one hand to jerk his cock and the other to hold the fabric right over his tip, fooling himself that it's your pussy he'll cum on.

A blissful whimper fills his ears, his thighs trembling. He can't stop the loud "Yes!" that rips from his throat, his orgasm shaking him to the core, right as your legs close around your hands. He feels weightless, his headphones have fallen around his neck, arms and legs limp. The sprinkle of guilt makes him close the live video tab, helping him come down from his high. His warm cum stained your underwear, dipping his thumb in, he smears it around, still stuck in a daze. He wipes his hand on his inner thigh, cringing at the mess he made.

He's thinking about getting up soon, numb legs lowering to the ground. He doesn't hear the footsteps in-front of his room, the buzzing in his ears too loud.

"I figured you were a pervert, but holy shit" his blood grows cold, heart stopping for a moment, jaw dropping as he tries to say something...anything to defend himself. His wide eyes scan over your complex expression, and for a second he thinks decaying you would be the best possible solution. Lowering his head in shame, he tries to hide your panties in his fist, curling in on himself. "C'mon now...you were so loud a second ago...cat got your tongue?" you coo, closing the door behind you. You're close enough to see what's in his hand, shaking your head in disapproval.

"Really, that's where my clothes went? Where's the rest? The shirt too?" You ask, not fully caring for the answer now that you're right in front of him.

He can see your lower half, but he doesn't dare to look up. Your fingers gently tangle in his hair, pulling on it until he can't help but stare back at you, cheeks beat red. "And the cameras? Were you watching?" you glance at the computer and then back at him, raising an eyebrow. With a final tug you let go of him, stepping away. You've taken a liking to him too, but you had to pay him back for dismissing your existence for months. He probably wouldn't know how to flirt with you either...His hands shake a little, knee jerking up and down, anxiously waiting for whatever you're planning.

You sit on the bed, keeping quiet for a few generous seconds before you clear your throat. Inching your legs apart you grin at his expression, glancing down at his half-covered cock as it jerks under his palm.

"Go ahead" you whisper, pulling the strap of your underwear to the side. Heat rushes through his body, eyes wide. "C'mon" you encourage, spreading your legs wider. He's on his feet before he falls on his knees in front of you, the underwear he was holding hitting the floor. He looks up at you, hand on both of your thighs. His chest feels lighter, butterflies spreading through his stomach. It feels like a set up, but he isn't the type to miss an opportunity.

Your pussy shines in your cum, just waiting for his tongue to clean you up. He can't help himself as he buries his face between your legs, soaking his nose and lips. "That's it....see...first time?" you ask out of curiosity. He hums against you, tongue lolling out to get a taste. He's still cautious, but with every lick he gets more confident, encouraged by the moans you make whenever he does something right. His arms snake under your thighs, pressing them tighter around his head. Humming in delight, you push against his face, making his already hard cock pulse. He's looking up at you the whole time, getting bolder each time your lips part. It feels surreal, like a dream almost and he doesn't dare to check.

You're still sensitive, mewling whenever he swipes his tongue over your clit, the burning sensation cursing all the way to your belly. He unlatches his mouth off of you, briefly catching his breath. He's about to continue, his hunger not even close to being situated but gently pull him up so that he's hovering over you. He looks down sheepishly, pushing his tongue between your teeth, letting you taste yourself as he enjoys the softness of your skin against his. He hopes he's doing it right, teeth lightly pulling on your bottom lip. Deepening the kiss, his teeth clash against yours as he gets closer and closer, pushing you to lay on the bed.

You can feel his cock against your leg, hard and heavy as he ruts against you. He's pawing at your shirt, experimentally slipping his hands to your sides.

You're merciful enough to help him take it off, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed under him. And who wouldn't be when he looks you up like that, his pupils wide, making the red of his eyes almost unnoticeable. His hair tickles your breasts when his lips meet your collar bone, calculated nibbles and soft bites scattering around your neck. His fingers are giddy on your sides, dancing up and down while he keeps busy. He adjusts himself between your legs and you pull him closer, hooking your heels around his back. His cock is pressed against you, the only movement caused by the violent throbs of his veins. The tension is too thick in the for him to breathe properly, not having the guts to do anything else.

His moans come out as something between a whine and a sob, your fingers tangling in his hair so that you can push him against your tits. He obediently opens his mouth, latching onto a pebbled nipple, squeezing the mounds in his hands.

You adjust your hips, pressing the tip of his dick over your entrance, rocking back and forward. Slowly he's sinking himself inside and you can hear his gasps despite them being muffled by your breasts. It feels nice and warm and Tomura can't help but curse out. It's all of the guidance he needs, the anxiety easing up with a few experimental drags of his cock. The stretch is bearable, your pussy worked up enough to make it slip in with ease, but you can't ignore how stuffed he makes you feel.

He has little to no self-control when he starts thrusting, knees and feet digging into the mattress. The angle restrains his movement a bit, your legs not giving him enough space. He tries to go even deeper, huffing in annoyance when he can't get enough leverage. "Gonna fuck you right." he mumbles, grabbing your thighs and forcefully spreading them apart, pushing you both to the middle of the bed. "How much do you think I can bend??" you cry out, grabbing his wrists with your hands, not really pushing but rather trying to hold on.

"You sound like you're doing fine..." he scoffs but eases up his grip. You can see his muscles tensing, a gentle reminder of how strong he actually is, yet he handles you tenderly...obediently almost. It's an adrenaline rush, knowing that if he wanted to, he could manhandle you. "This okay?" he prompts, resuming his pace. His thrusts are sloppy but exactly the kind you need, and only when he bottoms out do you get the idea of how big and perfect he is, pushing and prodding against all of your most sensitive spots. Your walls flutter around him, gripping him tight, making him have to fuck into you harder to keep the fast rhythm. The spongy head of his cock grazes the soft spot that makes your toes curl, hips bucking off the bed.

You let go of his arms so that you can ball the sheets into your fists. You are reminded that your panties are still pushed aside when they dig into your clit, getting in the way. Tomura feels it slip too, trying to tug it back. You can hear a few threads ripping, but he doesn't let you dwell on it for too long, dropping more of his weight on top of you. Your ass bounces off of the bed, meeting the violent thrusts as he fucks you into the mattress. You get to admire his shoulders and chest, muscles proving that under all of the lanky clothes, he's much more than just a skinny boy with a title. The lighting makes his scars prominent and you feel him falter under your stare.

"Mhmm, you promised to give me your cum right" you grin, snapping his attention back on you. "I will, yes, fuck" he chokes "-promise...gonna get you nice and full".

His thrusts are sharper, deeper and he slips his fingers to your clit, hands unsteady but fast enough to get you so terribly close. He remembers how you like it, mimicking the way he saw you play with yourself. You hold your legs tighter, until you feel your muscles straining, his balls slapping against your skin. His forehead presses against yours and you kiss him, long and hard as he whimpers, free hand coming up to wrap around your neck, barely demanding, more desperately holding your lips still against his. With a final flick of his fingers, the heated knot in your belly snaps, making your legs close around him, moans surging into his waiting mouth. It hits you almost suddenly, faster than you thought it would and you feel your heart skipped a few beats. Hot cum spreads through your cunt, rope after rope filling you up as Tomura shakes, tears pricking up in his eyes as he rides it out.

Moments later, he carefully lets go of you, giving you the much needed air while he tries to keep himself up on his hands.

He scoots away to the side of the bed, laying down as you both calm your breathing. You shift to the headboard, sitting up and adjusting the pillow, enjoying the silence. Your hand rests comfortably on his, tracing over the ridges and bumps of his knuckles.

"Boss moans like a bitch" Dabi yells from the hallway, making you snort in surprise. The look Tomura gives you only makes you laugh harder, covering your mouth. "I don't moan like a bitch" he argues, cursing the day he prayed that Dabi hears him getting laid. He definitely didn't think that one through. He would argue more but he remembers something.

"Do I need to remove the cameras?" he asks, faking disappointment. "Yes." "And the microphone?" "THE WHAT?" he snickers, smiling wide. You lightly smack his shoulder, rolling your eyes as the grin spreads to his ears.

how the fuck did these two lines flop next to eachother????? I can't do it again I've been trying for like 10 minutes and they're too little to grab, idk how they just???

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[diaco1968]

Touya(Dabi) x reader x Shigaraki

Alternate universe, where Dabi and Shigaraki are UA students and have normal lives...mostly

Warnings! Lemon/smut, fingering, bully-ish Dabi, unprotected, a bit anal, oral, kinda toxic

"Does picking on weaker people make you feel better about yourself?"

You frowned clearly annoyed poking your head in through the door. This was strategically the worst place for a Janitorial room. At the end of a dim corridor with an always broken lock and no one ever checking up on it. And not to mention such a spacious room too, easily fitting 5 people inside.

"Why? You into making me feel better? Cause I definitely would if you were squirming under me instead of this loser."

"Very classy, Todoroki."

"Don't fucking call me that."

You could see the anger flashing in his eyes at the mention of his given name -he liked to go by as Dabi- as he let go of the poor boy's collar and he dropped to the floor scrambling out of his way and towards you. You pushed the door open for him to pass you by and he did so with his head dropped low, apologizing and wiping away at his teary eyes. You felt terrible for him, it must've been so humiliating.

"So, do you really want to save these brats from me or is it the dicking down that keeps you coming."

You turned your face back towards him and that's when you noticed he had quietly closed the distance so you had no chance of running, he could grab you if he just reached out. Not that you would be running. He had half a valid point, it wasn't just the other students you wanted to pull out of his claws, he himself lured you in. Oddly you've been interested in him lately and the amusement intensified when you learned about his bullying habits. You had come to learn that trauma was a strong creator of bullies. And that damaged people were the most thrilling of them all. He had not disappointed so far, but as curious as you were Touya was a lot rougher than you'd predicted.

"I get a feeling it doesn't matter what I reply to that, you'll pick the answer you like more anyway."

He was now leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest smirking at you.

His expression was a sight to behold all on its own, nonchalant half lidded eyes that didn't give a fuck, the glinting piercings and dyed black hair, the smirk that showed just enough of the perfect set of teeth underneath, adorning a sharp strong jaw that even the scattered darkened burnt marks accented the attractiveness of instead of undermining. His clothes were clean but so recklessly thrown on yet you couldn't call him messy. He had his shirt out of his pants but not a single wrinkle was in sight, he even had the loose tie on, something many more orderly students would ditch.

You found him very annoying but very hot at the same time.

"Who wouldn't like the idea of you thirsty to hang off of his dick, baby girl."

"Watch your mouth!" Your frown couldn't get any deeper as you glared at his smug face.

"I rather watch yours, "

In a blink he had your arm in a firm grip pulling you inside the room and slamming the door shut behind you. Your back collided with the metal shelves and they rattled behind you causing a few boxes to fall off but Touya was quick to swat them away from hitting your heads before placing his hand above your head, his other hand grabbing your hip and sliding over to grope your ass.

"Wrapped around my cock when you choke on it."

You glared up at his cold blue eyes that stared back at you with ever no fucks to give anywhere in sight. You turned your face away when he leaned in to kiss you and that made him more angry than you expected.

"You walked over here on your own for this, why the fuck are you acting like a prude now?"

When you ignored him, he growled as he punched the cardboard box right next to your head, the sound of it snapping and folding making you flinch slightly but you didn't budge and he retrieved his now scratched hand and grabbed your jaw harshly, angling your face and crashing his lips onto yours. And to be fair you didn't dare nor wanted to deny him more and parted your lips for his intruding tongue. He hummed and his hand slipped down your side, past your skirt and into your panties, fingers rubbing into the fast pooling moisture and gathering it to make an even bigger mess. His middle finger slipped past your folds and dipped inside, arching and rubbing his knuckle on the back wall, poking the tip into the spot that made you squirm and moan into his mouth. He swallowed your sounds as he repeated the action with another finger and another, his free hand finally letting go of your jaw only to tug and pull on your shirt loosening it and pawing roughly at your breast.

"Hope you planned ahead for this cause you're going to have to skip the rest of the day."

"What?! I have 2 classes left! Mhh-" you were cut off when his fingers wrapped back around your throat and his thumb started rubbing rough circles on your nub,  making you shut up and moan meekly.

"Too bad, little bitch." He whispered in your ear, hot breath fanning the shell of it sending shivers down your spine.

"So how about you make yourself useful with that little hand of yours? Don't want me to do all the work, do you?"

When you didn't protest any more and raised your hand to palm his half hard dick through his pants he hummed, satisfied with the result, his fingers resuming the pumping motion as he held on to your neck firmly keeping you in place watching your flushed face as you slowly began to lose your breath, until your head started spinning and you closed your eyes, hearing the pumping of your own blood in your head. You had to let go of his cock to grip the wrist of the hand he was choking you with.

"T-Touya..." you managed to wheeze out.

Your mouth opened to compensate the decreasing amount of air and he sucked in your lower lip, nipping on it. Definitely not to ease you into the next bit, probably just to warn you about it; as he plunged his 3 knuckles up into you, he sunk his teeth into the delicate flesh of your lip, and with a sharp surprised gasp you clenched around his fingers, your pussy fluttering as you drove yourself over the edge of your first orgasm.

Coming down from your high the first thing you noticed was the sting of your lip between his teeth and the coppery taste of the blood slowly pooling in your mouth. Your eyes met with his darkened dilated pupils before resting on his smirk. His tongue flicked out, piercing thumping against your teeth and giving you a jolt before he lapped up the blood.

"Fuck I really love when you do that."

He groaned by your ear, rutting his now full erection lightly against your hipbone, the shelves creaking as they swayed with your motions. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand annoyed.

"Do what? Bleed?"

"When you fuck yourself using me. Bleeding too."

"Fuck off..."

"Oh hell no, I haven't even begun to have fun yet."

You suddenly grabbed his cock and he jolted lightly, humming appreciatively on your neck, but didnt stop you as you palmed him.

"This doesn't seem to agree with you."

"Well I certainly haven't had any fun yet."

Your head snapped up, terrified thinking you were caught. Your eyes met with the unamused crimson eyes of non other than the infamous Shigaraki. You shrunk, hiding behind Touya shyly, who didn't even budge except for an annoyed click of his tongue.

"Do you mind? We're having a private moment here."

"Not anymore."

Now to be completely honest Tomura wasn't that different from Touya. But while Touya flaunted and boasted about his scars and his little fights and victories much like his flashy quirk, Tomoura was the kind to keep to himself, smart and cunning, to the point where everyone was scared of him not even knowing where he got his scars from, again much like his quirk. Characteristically both deadly. Naturally they had made each other's acquaintance but Basically 2 sides of the same coin. And appearance wise he was quite neat as well.

Frankly... you were into him too.

"Meaning?"

Touya turned his head and glanced behind him while he removed his hand from your panties giving you the opportunity to peak at Tomoura from behind his shoulder, biting your lower lip, relishing the sting from Touya's bite.

"I want a piece."

"Go get your own bitch."

"I want a piece of yours."

To say you were infuriated was an understatement as you glared up at Touya before coming up with an idea. As much as it surprised you that Touya acted posessive on you at all, You were nobody's 'bitch'. But since he insisnted, two birds with one stone.

"Easy boys, there's enough for both of you."

While Tomoura was looking at you amused for the first time, Touya shot you his most threatening look.

"You think?"

"Eh I can make a little humble sacrifice."

But you just smirked at him slyly, knowing he had no leverage. You weren't together or anything, all he had to decide now was whether to stand here and hold his ground or pussy out and leave you all to Tomoura, cause it didn't look like he was leaving the 2 of you without getting what he wanted.

Touya took longer than you expected. In fact he looked like he was actually weighing his options thoroughly. He clicked his tongue again narrowing his eyes at you.

"Fine then, but I call dibs on the bottom end."

"Deal. I can work with that smart mouth."

Touya stepped back letting your back finally leave the shelves, feeling as if their form was engraved in your skin as you rubbed at it to ease the soreness. His hand gripped your arm again pulling you close to growl in your ear threateningly.

"You'll pay for this, little bitch."

"Fuck off Todoroki." You whispered back grinning as he snarled at you angrily.

He turned you around and walked you back into a short shelf that Tomoura provided in the middle of the room, Touya leaning down and picking you up by the hips, sitting you down on the top and pushing you so you were laying on your back now with Tomoura standing over you.

You were starting to have second thoughts when you met Tomoura's gaze, but you knew that even if you said no now, none of the 2 would probably listen to you.

Tomoura's fingers slowly dragged along your jaw, up your cheek and then carded through your hair, testing his grip. Meanwhile Touya was being surprisingly stingy with removing your clothes. He barely just pulled your shirt below your bra covered breasts and dropped your panties down, letting it hang off one of your ankles, keeping you covered with the skirt.

You could see the conflict in his eyes. And since he wasn't shy at all it made you wonder what else his problem was. Apparently Tomoura was wondering the same thing.

"Are you usually this shy or?"

"Mind your own business, dust pan!"

Tomoura smiled his hand that wasn't messing with your hair slowly creeping down your neck and over your chest, hooking his fingers under the bra.

"Whatever, since you only called dibs on the lower half, I'll take care of these then, ash tray."

He only smirked under Touya's intense glare pulling the bra down, the elasticity of the fabric and the straps still on your shoulders making your boobs push up higher. You could hear Tomoura's appreciative hum as he grabbed one and started fondling it, the situation made even more heat rush to your face.

You had wondered what it would be to be with Tomoura but never had you imagined it would happen while Touya was right there, watching. It filled you with some sort of annoying guilt but was also beyond thrilling.

Your train of thoughts was derailed as you felt Touya's cock prod at your entrance and he unceremoniously started to push himself deeper and deeper into you while holding your hips down on the shelf not to let you move around. You gasped as Tomoura yanked your head back by the hair tapping his cock that was poking out of his pants against your lips.

"Let's see what this infamous mouth does then."

You glanced at Touya and he was glaring at you alright. You looked back up at Tomoura and opened your mouth for him bending your neck backwards, even sticking your tongue out like a professional little whore. He was appalled as he placed his cock on your tongue and you practically wrapped it around him as you sucked it in your mouth with a hum.

Touya didn't like that.

A particularly rough thrust had the shelf underneath you rattle and for you to jolt as one of your hands shot up to grab onto Tomoura's leg to brace yourself and the other clawed at Touya's hand that was gripping your hips with an iron clutch. The pleasure mixed with pain had your previously mostly neglected pussy was already gushing around him and you whined loudly around Tomoura's dick.

Touya pulled you back over towards himself and started setting a slow but hard pace, drilling himself into you and in turn your face into Tomoura's crotch making you take him deeper than you intended. The shelf was creaking noisily under you now as it swung back and forth and you were a gasping choking mess with Tomoura's dick deep in your throat and Touya's deep in your cunt. All the creaking and the wet lewd sounds filling your head and buzzing all the way through your sensitive nub.

"He is playing unfair isn't he?" Tomoura looked smugly at Touya.

"Oh shut the fuck up."

You couldn't see much of Tomoura's face above you because of your bent backwards neck and upside down face but he sounded breathless and none of Touya's face but you didn't need to see him to know he was fuming as he fucked into you. You whimpered as your saliva slipped the corners of your mouth and started dripping down towards your eyes, mixing with your tears half way. Tomoura was quick to wipe it away. His hand found your boobs once more, squeezing them so hard that your breath hitched and you squealed at him as you clenched around Touya's hard cock and quivered with your second orgasm of the day.

Touya couldn't take it anymore. Not like this. He hated having to see Tomoura's dick slide in your mouth and down your throat with each of HIS thrusts. He snarled as he pulled your still quivering form up and away from Tomoura's dick, giving you time to catch your breath and cough, he then turned you around again before pushing you back down on the shelf this time on your belly. It was really uncomfortable but you were in no position to protest.

"You are a fucking cheat, you know that?"

"My bitch, my rules. Deal with it or fuck off."

Your throat was sore and your legs shaky and you barely even cared what the two were arguing about, soaring on your last high.

Touya brought you back to earth with a sharp slap on your ass and you jolted with a gasp, looking back at him over your shoulder. You knew you looked like a dirty mess.

"Make sure he cums first."

"Not that I mind." Tomoura shrugged nonchalantly.

You looked up at Tomoura and he smirked down at you coldly despite his thumb that was stroking your cheek. You swallowed the pain of your throat and opened your mouth for him once more. He didn't hesitate slipping his cock in right away. you shuddered while Touya's cock penetrated you once more and you looked up at Tomoura through your lashes, sure enough he was watching you intensely. You made sure to drag the pad of your tongue under his length and hollow your cheeks out around him. And as you started taking him deeper you began swallowing around his head. All the while withstanding Touya's brutal pace as he pounded away at you from behind.

"Oh my, you are really good at this..."

His thumb started prodding at your asshole and you jolted away but he pulled you back by your hips.

Touya could see Tomoura unfold. He could see his breath hitch and the way he bit his lower lip to hold it in. And worst part was he knew exactly what you were doing to him. What you were doing with your mouth.

He hated it.

"Shhh it's fine, it's just one finger..."

You protested with your mouth full and he slapped your ass harshly making you pipe down. Your tears were rolling down your cheeks both because of gag reflex and due to the frustration you felt being in their hands like a toy and you were gripping onto Tomoura for balance.

You could feel Touya's thumb play with your rim before slowly pushing inside your asshole and the burn had you squirming but he kept proding and thrusting into you anyway as his cock drilled inside you. It was an odd feeling.

Tomoura was getting impatient with the distraction and he grabbed your hair and yanked you back over his cock grabbing your attention again.

"Are you going to be a good girl and not make a mess."

You hummed looking at him questioningly.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth and you're going to swallow."

"You fucking bastard..."

You nodded your head and Tomoura didn't waste a second shoving himself in your mouth and releasing his load down your already burning throat whilst keeping your head firmly in place by the hair. You choked and gagged around the warm liquid before swallowing it with difficulty. Only then did he pull it out of your mouth.

Touya was quick to grab you by the hair and pull you away from Tomoura as his thrusts became wild and sloppy but right as you came around his cock he pulled it out of your cunt and shoved the twitching head in your ass to release his load in there. Your scream was muffled by his hand covering your mouth.

"Had no where else to cum, babe."

He held you still for a few more seconds before pulling out, removing his hand and lowering your exhausted form to the floor.

Tomoura watched your messy fucked up body but blissful expression as he cleaned himself up before he headed to the door as if he just had a friendly round of monopoly.

"Well that was fun. I'm sure I'll see you around more often now (y/n). Looking forward to it."

And with that he was gone even closing the door behind him.

Touya was left with you in the room in an awkward stretching silence before he broke it as he started to clean you up.

"You fucking dare meet him again and I swear even all might himself can't save you from me... got it?"

[tojishugetiddies]

Alpha Shigaraki Headcanons

Sfw

•whenever he's mad and he walks into the room you immediately know he's mad from the strong scent alone. He gives off a musty, rotten egg smell, like there's been a dead animal laying in the sun for about a good few days

•he gets easily jealous if someone so much as stares at his mate for too long,not to mention he is extremely possessive. Whenever you are out of the cozy nest in his room he has to always be within 10 feet of you

•surprisingly cuddly, but only when you two are alone. He likes being the big spoon, his arms wrapped around you protectively while he buries his nose in the back of you neck, loving your scent of (f/s)

•did I mention he is very territorial? He was absolutely bristling in rage when that stupid alpha Chisaki dared to fight in HIS territory!

•he loves reminding you of his quirk to show how powerful he is and how good of an alpha he can be by easily protecting you from any dangers

•his normal scent is dusty with a hint of pear. When he is pleased or happy the pear becomes more prominent and also has a hint of cinnamon and apples

•will calm you down by holding you close and cooing at you, purring at you so you feel the rumble of his chest as it slowly soothes you along with his heartbeat

•sure he may get mad and dust things in his rage but he would never dare lay a hand on you when he is angry. Well...not in a bad or harmful way at least ;)

•absolutely loves your passion and enthusiasm for the things you like, watching lovingly as you explain a certain game to him or an anime, chirping happily

•Super grateful and cuddly after his ruts, he spoils and pampers you with love, affection, and of course gifts, such as some fluffy blankets he scented, maybe a nice new collar, some jewelry. And if you don't like those things don't worry! He can get you the newest edition of your favorite manga or buy you art supplies

•sometimes, when he gets nightmares (although they are much less frequent since he met you so it's very rare) you comfort him and hold him close, purring gently for him as you nuzzle him sweetly. He never says it out loud but you know he's always very grateful to have you and he is the luckiest alpha alive to have such an amazing mate

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Nsfw

•always dominant in bed nof if's and's or but's

•when he goes into his rut you better be ready to be fucked hard and fast. He always makes sure you are sore...after a good 5 or 6 rounds

•man goes absolutely feral over you, eating your pussy out like it's the last meal he'll ever have, and overtimulating you till you can't speak and have tears of ecstasy running down your face

•he is big, and I mean BIG. When he's soft it's a good 7'4" inches, but when he's hard he's at a whopping 10'8" inches. Needless to say you are definitely going to be sore

•he'll have you on his cock all the time when he's in rut, even if it's just cockwarming. Only times he'll let it slip out of you is for getting food, water, and to go to the bathroom, other than that he's not letting you off of his dick, it's staying in your warm, wet, cunt

•this man has a lot of juice in him, I'm talking like gallons, and you bet your ass he's make sure to fill you up real good, in all holes. Your gonna be in a huge puddle by the time he's satiated, for now

•absolutely no mercy when it comes to you. You are going to be a good mate and take whatever he gives you, wether that be a bruised ass from a spanking, or being tied up, blindfolded with a gag on you to muffle your moans and screams while he holds a vibrator to your clit while he's fucking your tight little ass

•loves falling asleep with his knot all swollen inside you, keeping his cum from going to waste and being spilled.

•loves when you go into heat, because you become so needy and submissive for him, begging and whining for him to stuff you full of his massive load of cum, begging him to breed you

•no matter how many times he fucks you, you are still always so tight for him. Your body can never get used to how large he is and loves that first thrust, feeling your walls stretch to their limit as they try to get used to his girth

•somnophilia, he will definitely fuck you, even after you fall asleep or pass out. After all, your body is always so responsive, even when you are unconscious

•marks you with bites, scratches, and bruises for everyone to see, and while you might be embarrassed, he is puffing up his chest proudly as everyone else sees his claim on you.

•if he fucks you from behind there's a very likely chance he will bite the scruff of your neck and sink his teeth into the sensitive flesh

•if he is fucking you where you are on top and he's pounding into you from below or he is fucking you in a mating press, he is probably gonna choke you a little. Don't worry though he always has his artists gloves on when you are having sex

[sugarakis-p2]

Date with a devil

You finally give the man-child from your online game streaming team a chance to buy you a drink. Just when the date from hell is going well, he kidnaps you and uses your body mercilessly. Leaving your head spinning, your heart and nether aching for more.

Warning: Non-Con, Shigaraki Tomura x plus size Reader, Bondage and Discipline, Rope Bondage, Non-Consensual Bondage, Kidnapping, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Vag Fingering, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Size Kink, Large Cock, Large Breasts, Drinking, Cussing, Light BDSM

You nervously fidget as you wait for your date to arrive.

You sigh, grab your purse, getting up to leave for the sixth time that night. You were already feeling iffy about this date, to begin with. You met him on a game chat. He was polite at first. Overly polite and well-spoken. You thought he might be a dad in his forties. Then later, he started with the serious game lingo. Soon he was a regular on your channel, finding the best gear and creating some of your most popular content when he threw his ominous tantrums. Sometimes they are aimed at you when he wants to be the lead on missions, and you make the call to have some of the other content creators get footage.

A year of flirting later, he had finally asked you out for a drink. But this was Tenfingerdeathpunch. He wasn't smooth, and he definitely wasn't pleasant. It had been a while since you went on a date. You gained weight as you got older and are an American. Men weren't beating down your door, and he was a lot more brazen when you two were alone. Flirting so hard the thought of it makes you blush. He sends you pictures of his torso. Each one has been steadily creeping lower and lower. You both always wore masks when it was video feed. Only he also distorted his voice and created a fake background. You chuckle to yourself when you remember the time a meme was made from one of his tantrums using an old cartoon character called Skeletor. We wore that mask quite often. Honestly, it has paid the bills more than once. It also showed he had a sense of humor.

Ten was also creepy, threatening, and sounded like a little incel man baby. You didn't ask for those pics. He sent them to you because you lost your cool and started insulting his appearance and anything else you could think of that would hurt. You were not expecting a pic of his pretty abdomen, and the tip of the outline of what you have to assume is a monster cock. Ten, who could not read a room, immediately caught onto your eep.

"Oh, you like it?" You could hear his smirk.

"No, I don't. Shut up. I'm going to have to cut all this footage. Neither of us looks good," you sneered.

"That's not true. You think I look good," Ten mocked. You hung up on him. Since then, he has been hinting at things but asked genuinely a few days ago. You look in the mirror at the back of the bar and knaw at your lips in worry. Make that you gained a lot of weight. Your chest is so big you have only seen the tops your toes for years now, and they are brushing the tabletop. This little round booth is not doing you any favors, you take up most of the space, and it will be too intimate. You both have yet to see each other. You can still make a getaway.

"Toughgirlsheart?" A voice rasped. You look up to see a slender young man with light blue hair shadowing his bright red smoldering eyes, surrounded by scars and scratch marks. Same with his neck, his lips dry and cracked. His clothes are clean but a bit ill-fitting and ragged at the edges. You instantly know why he only sent you a pic of his shirtless torso. You're not going to lie. The scars are jarring when you first see them. But he has a nice body. Your cheeks heat when you combine that mental picture of his abs with his handsome face hidden under the scars.

"Y-yeah. Ten?" You answer. A grin tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You are even prettier than I imagined. Let me buy you a drink," Ten said sweetly, raising his hand to call the bartender over, while staring intensely at your chest and lips. You narrow your eyes.

"Brazen as ever, Ten," You say, rolling your eyes.

"Two six fingers of Pappy's on the rocks," he ordered. The bartender paled, taking in Ten's appearance and his ragged clothing.

"Sir, that is rather exspen-," The bartender said when Ten sighed and pulled out a platinum diamond card. Oh my god, he was loaded. No wonder he was such a brat. The bartender goes to get your order while you snap your mouth shut.

"I get less picky the more I drink, but I'm not going to let our first date start with cheap trash," Ten said. Spoken like a true alcoholic. When your order came, There was no doubt in your mind. You both liked to drink, at least, his eyes never moving from your chest. 

"My face is up here" You hiss. His crimson eyes dart up and he smirks.

"I didn't think I had to play meek with you. Aren't you American? Aren't you made of tougher stuff? I was hoping you could handle me. Especially now that I can see how damn hot you are."  

He's so smug and sounded annoyed having to tell you how hot you are. You don't know if he's being sincere or sarcastic. You take a sip of your drink and decide to stay for the drink, at least.

"Oh, my god. This tastes like worship," you gasp in delight.

"Dark smooth smokey tones. The best part is it's 92 proof," Ten grinned. You start talking about drinks. He was charming. Talking about gaming for hours. Drinking the entire time. You deeply regretted sticking around later when you both started getting tipsy. But grateful you stuck to your gamer names. You don't want this brat doxxing you if he decides to throw a trantrum.

"Why did you put in Dreamcaster1995? He's weak when it comes to dungeons. He is much better with pvp. He's a pussy, and everything about him sucks," Ten snarled, scratching his neck. You rolled your head back in exasperated drunk melodramatics.

"This fucking guy," you slurred before pointing your finger at him. You really want to jab his demon eye out at this moment, so this will have to do, "Look. Of course, you would have been better."

"If you knew that, then why him?"

"Part of being a good leader is trusting your team and helping them too. It can't all be about you. Of course, you would have been better, but he has a channel and has helped me in the past. Plus, there is no doubt he would succeed, and watching people struggle a little makes for interesting content too. As a team member you have to help people achieve there goals. Seriously, did you invite me out to harp on this some more?" You lectured.

You are about to get up and leave when his hand shoots out, wrapping four fingers around your wrist. You want to slap him, stopping when you notice he is listening. You could see the gears locking into place as he came to an epiphany. A strange horrid grin splits his expression.

"You're right. You're so right. Please, don't go. Let me buy you another drink. I like talking to you. This is nice," Ten said, vulnerable. A single finger scratched at his neck. His eyes hooded with sincere gratitude. He looked beautiful. You let him pull you close. The side of your breasts presses against his hard chest as he whispers in your ear. Divulging a little secret to keep you there.

"I asked you out because no one else kept me on their team. You are always so patient and buttery sweet with a sharp tongue. A perfect balance of a leader and I admire that. I wanted to learn from you. That's the original reason. But now I really want to bury myself in you. I meant it all the way. I was hoping you could handle me," He rasped, licking your ear and pulling your hand to touch the monster bulge pressing against your thick thigh.

He was not being sarcastic earlier. If that cock was an indicator, he was definitely attracted to you. That thing was much bigger than you thought, and heat prickled over your skin as you lightly squeezed to be sure it was not his leg. How does he have enough blood for that thing? You wondered. A needy, sad part of you really wanted to feel him inside you. Your quirk made you crave, mostly alcohol but there's other ways to get drunk.

"You're disgusting," you breathe back. No real bite to your words, and he grinned.

"Yeah. But not to you. Your skin is hot and flushed with the liquor. That blush over your tits is driving me wild," Ten growled. Pinching on your nipple, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips. You don't know what it was, but you do not pull away. You let him grope and kiss until you notice people are watching and feel shy.

"Ten, this is embarrassing. People are staring," you mumble against his mouth. He pulled away abruptly.

" IS it that embarrassing to be seen with me?" He seethed.

"What? No. I just don't want strangers staring at me like I'm a fat slut," you snapped back. He really knew how to get under your skin.

"A. Fat. Slut," he repeated slowly and smiled, "You're so fucking cute. You are tempting me to do terrible things. I heard that the bigger the girl tighter the cunt. I don't have to be gentle with you, do I, tough girl?"

He pounced on you and left you breathless before you could answer his disgusting question. He is much quicker than you expected. His kisses quickly adapted to get better and more passionate. His tongue entwining and playing with yours like a controller. They are still wet but not drowning. You are about ready to take this back to your place. When some pro hero sidekicks walk in to relax after work. Ten pulls his hood up and leans in.

"So. How many do you think you can take?" He asks quietly. You laugh and then stop because he is not joking. Alright. At a certain point, it doesn't matter how big your cock is. Crazy murder talk should be a line. You are about to tell him it's getting late when his face hardens as he spots someone in the mirror, "I'm going to pay the bill. Stay here."

He darted away before you could even answer. Leaving you panting and fanning yourself. He's as aggressive as you thought he would be and you did not mind that part at all. Sometimes you wonder if your quirk makes you thirsty for more than liquor. You see, Ten is talking to some girl. A perky little blonde who looked like she was gushing at him. He said something to her and followed her outside. Your heart plummeted into your gut. Of course, he would run off with a young tiny thing. You finish your drink when he pops up in front of you. Startling you, damn he's fast you think.

"We're going now," he snapped.

"Yes, I am," you tell him, obviously irked, when he flashes you your car keys. The stern look in his eyes is all the warning you need. You follow him to your SUV. Heart racing that he stole your keys and knows which car is yours. A big red flag in your book. The thing had a giant sponsor sticker on the side. Ten would defiantly recognize it, but this was too much. You are making excuses for his bad behavior like this was normal. Your instincts told you that you did not want to get into a confined space with him.

"I can't drive. I'm too drunk," You say quickly as Ten opens your door.

"Tsk. We both know your quirk works best when you're drunk," he growls, tossing your keys at you. You catch them quickly. He knows your reflexes are inhumanly sharp the more you drink. It gives you the edge when gaming, "At least your body is honest. I would not ask for a ride. But an acquaintance is in trouble, and the person who dropped me off is not picking up his cell."

You must have lost your mind. You're really getting in the car with him. But it really sounded like his friend was in trouble. The kind that if you call the cops, they will only make it worse. He looked so sincere too. He's a spoiled rich boy who doesn't understand how many social rules he breaks or more likely doesn't care. You mentally write it off as another thing not to like about Ten. That doesn't mean you can't help or be better.

"You owe me," you huffed. You hop into the driver's seat. Ten already programmed an address into the gps. It's another private bar you never heard of. It looked very exclusive. You become embarrassed. You assumed he was running off with that girl or trying to get you help chase her. She must have come and told him about his sponsee, she looked way to young to drink. It's not unusual for heavy drinkers to be sponsors and sponsee's for alcoholics anonymous. There was a long awkward silence as you drove.

"So, you're stalking me?" you asked. Not fully sincere. Ten took it seriously and snorted.

"That's rich. You post everything on social media. Is it really stalking if you admire someone and they invite you? Besides, what if you were a serial killer? I have met plenty of crazy women," He rasped. You thought you heard a thud from the trunk. It was probably energy drinks tipping over, you think and forget about it. You want to forget about this whole date and ignored his snide comment.

"I watched you win the 55-boss tournament wasted. I noticed you never live stream, and you slurred in chat more than once. I also noticed your baggy hoodies stretched out in the chest, and you played better drunk. I had my suspicions about you. It's part of the reason why my acquaintances are in trouble. Do me a favor and wait for me. I need to grab someone from inside," he says cryptically. As you park with a sigh. This guy can send you on a roller coaster of hate and lust. It was getting exhausting. 

"Why did you throw my tits in the mix? Nevermind, that's just a Ten thing. You know you don't come off as the cuddliest. You're downright prickly. But you are also surprisingly caring, so I will wait," you say honestly. Ten is on you again, your reflexes are more than fast enough to block him, but your arms are weak, and you don't mind he is leaving you breathless. This was the best yet. You shuddered, and your toes curled.   

"I am glad you are being candid. I prefer the authentic you. You're fast but not strong. I like that. Don't look in the trunk," Ten purrs.

"What?" You asked his retreating figure as he went into the building. You suddenly had a creeping suspicion about the thud you heard earlier as more time passed. You check to see if there is anyone else around. Your heart is pounding as you step out and walk to the back suv. Ten had to be just messing with you. He wouldn't be crazy enough to put something in your trunk, would he? You pop the trunk to have a blonde, bubbly girl launch herself at you with a knife. She would have plunged that thing right into your eye if you hadn't dodged. It was damn close when she fell on you.

"You are so cute. I couldn't help myself. It's Tomura-kun's fault. He had to be so mysterious about his type. I see he likes them thick and busty, or he could have been boring and meant your personality. You really gave him a taste for fame. All he ever talks about is his headlines, meme's made from him, and this date he's going on with this adorable gamer girl," The blonde psycho giggles.

"Get off me!" You scream.

"Toga! Get off her. Kurogiri quickly. Charge your damn phone next time," Ten hissed.

"I was just keeping her from escaping," Toga whined.

You woke up in some strange room tied to a bed. Spread eagle. Some horrible man with half his face that looks like a scab is fondling your breast. You screamed, and he smiled. It sent a violent chill down your spine that you choked on your screams.

"Master. This is just rude. I know I asked to borrow your power. I'm grateful, but she is mine," Ten rasped.

"I wanted a little fun. It's so rare when I meet new people. I like buxom sweet girls." He grins to Ten and leans in to talk to you, "It is a very straightforward quirk. Betray me or any member of the League of Villains, and you will go boom." The scab said, showing you a video of that exact thing happening to people. You believe him. You believe him so much you burst into body-racking sobs.

"You can let the girl go to her new home. She won't be talking," All for one said, leaving with his travel life support. Ten waited and then shooed away the shady guy in the room. The man looked like he was made of clouds when he wisped away, leaving you with Ten. He cleaned your face and waited for you to stop crying.

"Breathe, baby. You're a tough girl, remember. I really was trying to help you. I didn't want you to meet Toga. She can be a bit obsessive and stabby. You inspired me, so I was trying to protect you. I was hoping I could trust you. You just had to go and be a bad girl, though. Right after we were having fun," He rasped with a glare. Reaching out his hand to untie you, his glare burned into you with an intensity that was more infuriating than anything he had done up until that point.

"You repulsive ghoul! Your sinister smile makes me sick. I know for certain that nobody enjoys being around a creep like you - least of all me," you sneered at him. He paused, pulled his hand back, and scratched at his neck.

"No. No. No. That was all you. You wanted me. You felt something for me. I know it. Quit denying it, or I'll make your body tell the truth once more. Your body was truthful. It's screaming out for me even now," he growled. He kissed you deep and roughly. Becoming frustrated when he didn't get a response. His nails tearing into his delicate pale flesh, "This worked before. I know it did."

"Not every lady gets a slobbering pussy from a little nipple play and a make-out session. The whole world isn't a hentai or eroge, creep," you scoffed. You wish you could kick him.

"Oh. If that's true, I can take it to the next level, right? After all, you were dishonest and disobeyed. All of this is really your fault. I was happy with some kissing. I was going to let you go if you had just followed a simple rule of trust. I would have taken my time with you and let things build slowly. A few more dates, more pvp. Allow you to get used to what I'm about to do to you. But you made this personal." His fingers playing with your panty line under your skirt. Your body betrays you with a pathetic squeal and jerks towards his fingers when he brushes your clit over your panties. You wished the world would open and swallow you as he grinned triumphantly.

"Your panties are soaked. Although it's grown cold. Let's see if I can get that slobbering pussy you mentioned," Ten chuckled. You shake your head violently back and forth. This was torturously good, and you didn't want to give Ten any more satisfaction.

"I'm sorry, Ten. You're right. I was being dishonest. Let's stop. You win," you moan. Struggling against your restraints.

"But your pussy wants my attention," Ten purrs, licking two of his fingers, pulling your panties aside, and shoving them knuckle deep. You groaned and bucked against him. Oh god, you are so embarrassed and humiliated by yourself.

"No. You are the worst!" You wail.

"Careful. All five fingers will turn you to dust. Mmm. So wet and warm." He rubs and twists his fingers inside your body, working them in and out, trying to unlock your secrets. Parting your lips to stare at all of you. You squeal and try to close your legs to him.

"No more. I came already! You win. Game over," you pant and plea. He pulled his eyes away from the slick fold to narrow his eyes.

"You really know how to piss me off. Everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie. You are driving me insane. This pretty puss is blushing. This little bud it is hard and ripe for me to bite on. Your walls are gripping my fingers. Sucking me in like the greedy little slut you are for me. Oh, right, there is the spot. You got tighter and wetter. Right. Here," He smirked.

His fingers work harder on your sweet spot, making your back arch. Ten looks down at you with hunger in his eyes. His tongue traces a slow, sensual path up your inner thigh. He lightly parts your outer lips again, two fingers lightly pinching your clit and spreading again, making you shiver with anticipation. He buries his face between your legs, and his fingers slowly plunge into your body, heating your core as his tongue lathes over your clit.

"Fuck. I thought you might be tangy, but you smell like soap and taste like nothing. Did you prepare yourself for me before the date even started?" He chuckled.

"You gross me out," you gasp.

Ten fiercely nipped your clit for that, sending a spark of pleasure through your body. Your hips involuntarily buck against his face as Ten lightly sucks and kisses your clit, intensifying the pleasure coursing through you. Your breath quickens as the intensity of the sensations overwhelms you. He can feel your arousal intensifying with each passing second, and he moves his tongue in circles around your clit. His tongue flicks faster and faster, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy when he abruptly pulls away. Leaving you with no stimulation and feeling hollow inside. You whimper at the loss of his digits. Ten looms over you, his face glistening with your juices as he grins down, inches from your lips. You can hear his pants unzip. He wipes his face, his tongue slurping his fingers before it reaches between your legs. Tearing your panties away with one harsh jerk. You can feel him jerking his length over your throbbing crotch.  

"Now that is a slobbering pussy. You even managed to moisten my lips. But I gross you out. Maybe I should just stop here. What's with the sad look, tough girl? I thought I grossed you out. But it really looks like you want more. Isn't this like in those boy-love mangas that you read? Being tied up and giving control to a man that makes you feel good? If you are honest with me, I will give you this," he says, smacking the head of his cock against your clit. You jerk and whimper, a wet swack with each swat of that hot thick thing.

"You were stalking me. No one knows what I have hidden under my bed," you pout. His crimson eyes bore into you so intensely with an expression you could not read. It sent a shiver of fear down your spine.

"I had Toga gather information. She is very skilled at it. I didn't know the closer she got to you, the more she would want to kill you. I couldn't have that. We have been having some team bonding issues, and I didn't know that part about her quirk until later. You inspired me tonight, though. I invited you for a drink because I guessed right about your quirk. I originally tried to get you here, but you were not having that. See where being stubborn and defiant got you? If you had just given in and had been honest, none of this would have happened. Imagine my surprise when I saw you all dolled up, with a clean, freshly shaven pussy ready for me, considering how disgusting I am," he mocked.

"You really like hearing your own voice. Please, finish and let me go," This is the closest to begging you will do. None of this would have happened to your ass. Ten has always been the kind of guy that will do something fucked up and blame it on the victim. He saw a flicker of emotion cross your face, one that displeased him. His features hardened, and his gaze narrowed menacingly, causing you to stay silent and avert your eyes.

"Your right. I much rather hear your voice," He grinned wickedly. He shoves his face between your legs, pressing his lips to your swollen, shaved lips, exploring your most intimate places with an eagerness that speaks of a deep craving. Ten's tongue dances and swirls, savoring the sweet nectar of your pleasure like a connoisseur of the finest delicacies. His hands move up and down, caressing you with a passion that is both tender and intense. As his mouth devours your essence, his hunger for you intensifies, and you can feel the intensity of his pleasure in every fiber of your being.

Your body trembles as your orgasm builds and finally devastates you. Quivers run through your body as the crescendo of pleasure crests and crashes, leaving her breathless. Ecstasy shivers through your veins, and you can't help but scream out in joy. His tongue continues to tease you until your crying and horse from the intense bliss it's painful. He's completely sated, then he pulls away, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips. He looks down at you with a satisfied smirk and contentment. You cry out in painful bliss, and surprise, he uses his thumbs to spread you open. His cock slipped from your tight wet hole. Hitting your clit, continues to rub himself over your hard nub, wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, driving you mad.

"Look at that little flower blossoming for me. I parted those petals nice and wide for me. I should have used three fingers; I'm almost four fingers wide. This might hurt you. My rosy little pussy is tight. You can handle it, though. Am I right, tough girl? Be honest," he hissed. Losing patience, he grasps your waist with one hand, gripping the head of his cock and pressing it harshly at your entrance, pushing his manhood firmly against your core. You gasp with pleasure as he presses in, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

"No. I can't. I can't handle it," you say truthfully and desperately. With one powerful thrust, you felt his searing heat fill you. You felt yourself being pushed to the brink of your limits, and the sensation was excruciatingly intense.

Ten groaned, folding over you as the pressure from your cunt caressed him. His lips crushed against yours, his grip on your waist tightening as his other hand gripped the back of your neck. He took your moans, each one boosting his ego more as pride swelled his chest. Being inside his tough girl was agonizing bliss for him too. You tried to raise herself, but the restraints kept you in place, and he kept thrusting, trying to bury himself deeper. His desire grew increasingly intense, and he growled in frustration as he pulled out. His eyes burned passionately, and he wanted nothing more than to stay inside and keep you close.

"Not yet," he said, his voice laced with desire. "Let's savor the moment. I really want to make you scream." He paused, then ran his tongue along his lower lip before giving her a knowing look. "Not me," he said, leaning in, taking your lower lip between his teeth in a gentle nibble.

"Please," you whimpered, desperately trying to move your hips, but his iron grip refused to let you go. You weren't sure if you were begging for more pain or pleasure, but you knew you had to try something. The thin straps of your dress snapped, and your bare breasts spilled free. His mouth immediately found your taunt nipple, his arousal-slicked hand reaching for his jacket pocket. You watched in horror as he pulled out your vibrator, the one you kept at home. What was he planning to do with it? He ruthlessly thrust the toy inside you, his mouth releasing your nipple with a wet pop. Your lips locked as teeth and tongues clashed against each other. You tried to turn your head from his kiss. Then you felt the sharp slap of his hand against the tender flesh of your cunt. Leaving a trail of burning pain to cool in the cold air. A warning growl in his throat, and you knew it was a warning not to push his buttons.

"I'm sorry…" You whispered against his lips, tracing his bottom lip with your tongue, "I just need you so badly. This is torture."

"Come on, tough girl; hold out for another twenty minutes. I need to stretch you out a little more," Ten growled, his voice low and tantalizing in your ear. His hands roamed your sides, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. He settled between your legs, the heat radiating off him. Throwing his head back, Your muscles clenched over his hot length, the warmth of you pulling him into the deepest depths, drawing him in inch by inch.

"Fuck, you're still so tight," he groaned, his breath hot against your neck. "Good girl. Take my cock. Not so tough now." He chuckled, pushing further until you felt like you'd be split in two.

"I wasn't tied up or had your cock inside me when I was being tough. Tough guy," you spat back. He responded with a sharp pinch to your nipple, causing you to yelp in pain. He did not like you talking back. His fingers trailed down your body, gripping and ripping your dress in two. The sound of fabric tearing was lost among the moans of pleasure that escaped your lips as he buried himself deep, to the hilt. His tongue pressed against your parted lips, and his hands roamed your body, making you squirm in fear. He moved his hips in a relentless rhythm, pushing you further and further until you were screaming in pleasure and stretched pain. He grips your thighs and drags his hands all over your body, making you squirm in fear from those hands. The dress was now nothing more than dust. You are left trembling with pleasure beneath him. It is confirmed he is op, and his quirk is deadly.  

"Did you ever touch yourself?" He whispered, his breath hot on your skin as wet kisses pressed over your collarbone. "Toga says you saved those pictures of this, he mocked, pulling his shirt off. A gasp escaped you as you were left speechless. His teeth teased the sensitive skin of your nipples before twining his action on the other. His gaze locked with yours, his eyes smoldering with an unspoken question. "Did you ever touch yourself?" He asked again, his voice husky.

"You know I did..." your moans intensified as he increased his pace. His hands traveled up and down your body, exploring each of your curves. His thrusts became harder and faster as you felt your body trembling with pleasure. You through your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, as you felt the waves of pleasure wash over you.

He let out a deep groan, his grip on you tightening as he moved faster and faster. His thrusts sent shock waves of pleasure through you, and you could feel the pressure building up inside you. You screamed his name, and he growled, "Good girl. Finally, honest."

He released the restraints with a single touch, pulling you up to him and wrapping his arms around your body. You gasped as he ran his hands up your sides, your skin tingling with anticipation.

"Can we keep my hands tied?" you asked, a hint of embarrassment in your voice.

He chuckled and nodded, a devious glint in his eyes. Taking the restraints, he tied your hands behind your back and pulled you close.

"You are mine," he growled, his breath hot on your skin. "Fuck me. Ride me hard, or I will be harsh with a new punishment."

He held you at the waist and the back of your neck, helping you to move faster and faster as you rode him. The sensation was intense, a pleasure that threatened to consume you entirely. You moaned and gasped as he drove you higher and higher, the tightness of the restraints intensifying the pleasure. Your pleasure was so intense that you couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy as he leaned back and drove up into you.

The showers of slippery suds, hands covering your breasts with a teasing peak of skin underneath. The dirty phone calls leaving little to the imagination, the small sounds of Ten believing he's on mute all led up to this moment. You came so hard on him he stopped and gritted his teeth in pain. You felt your body quiver and tremble as he pounded you, and you felt a wave of pleasure so intense it almost knocked you out.

He forced you back onto the bed, a menacing look in his eyes. He flipped you over. His hand pressing down at the back of your head, he drove himself into you, his other hand gripping your tied wrists. You felt the force of each thrust as he pounded you from behind. You screamed out his name as you felt yourself come undone, and he looked down at you with a satisfied grin. His soft hair clung to his sweating flesh, chest heaving as warmth spread deep inside you. He slowly moved in and out of you, drawing out his own pleasure, and you could feel the intensity of the desire slowly slipping away.

Exhausted and trembling, you collapsed onto the bed, and he kissed you softly on the forehead. He unties you gently, his touch surprisingly tender. He draws you into an embrace and holds you close, his body warm against yours. You never expected such tenderness from him after the sex, but you can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety in his arms. He kisses your forehead and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, and you can't help but feel a rush of emotion. He may not seem like the type of guy to show such affection, but here he is, loving and caring, holding you close. Pulling out his phone to take pictures of you covered in  his  sweat and cum. Posing with you like a creep. You would call him that, but he fucked you stupid, and you need a break.

The smoky guy you assume is Kurogiri comes in with two glasses and a craft of juice. You squeal and try to cover your cum dripping pussy. Ten, however, didn't bother to cover up at all.

"Um, thank you," You squeaked to Kurogiri.

“Get out,” Ten snarled at Kurogiri.

Kurogiri bowed and quickly left the room, leaving behind a stack of warm, moist towels and two fluffy robes. You quickly grabbed one of the robes and covered yourself, blushing furiously.

"Um, thank you," You said, embarrassed.

Ten simply nodded in response, and you both began to dry off. He grabs a towel and yanks the robe away from you. He starts to clean your body. You squeak in fear and shrink from his touch. He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"You don't have to fear me," he snarled. "I know you won't turn on us. Not a word of this will ever cross your lips. You're going to be an invaluable asset. A real prime piece. I was always going to take you and use you. But you were such a brat I had to break you for your own good."

"Really?" You ask. Not daring to disobey as he pulls you in to continue to clean you up.

He stared at you with a crazed gleam in his eye, his voice a low growl. "Yeah. I admired your skills," he said, his lips curling into a sinister smirk. "You had a large following and helped gain me some anonymous notoriety." His eyes glinted with a maniacal intensity. "I was going to kidnap you and have you spread my message." He paused, a twisted grin spreading across his face. You cock your head at him.

"What you are saying is that you will give a place with free rent, electricity, wi-fi, and garbage removal to make some propaganda?" you asked.

"That was the idea. But now I might just keep screwing you. I will destroy the hero society one way or another," He chuckled. Laying back to play with your hair.

"No," you say firmly. "Sign me up for kidnapping. I'm dead serious. The world out there is harsh. Our government makes us feel like failures for being unable to afford their outrageous housing costs. I used to be able to play games for fun, but the day I started making it a job, it stopped being enjoyable. I spend so many hours editing and creating content just to pay the rent. My quirk will kill me if I keep having to use it to entertain others. So, if all I have to do is upload a 5-minute propaganda video each day in exchange for a roof over my head, then use me as much as you need. Ten, this is the only warning I'm going to give you. When you cross that line, it will become a job; destruction might lose its fun. When that happens, I wouldn't mind maybe dating. Doing it slowly, like you said."

He gazed intently at you, his eyes sparkling with emotion. His lips curled into a tender smile. His gaze was so intense it was almost tangible. You felt a rush of heat to your cheeks, and his words rang in your ears, "I can feel my heart already falling for you. By the way, call me Tomura."

You  are standing in the bedroom, waiting for him, heart racing as you hear his footsteps coming closer. He stopped behind you, and I felt his strong hands gripping my hips tightly. His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned in and whispered, "You ready for this?"

You could only nod, unable to find the words to express your anticipation.

He started to move, pushing you down onto the bed. Letting out a gasp as he pressed his body against yours, his hardness pressing into you. He started to thrust, his movements becoming more and more forceful. You could feel your legs shake and tremble beneath him as he pushed harder and harder.

Your breathing becomes ragged and erratic as he continues, and you feel your body going limp. Lightheaded and drooling, your senses spun as he continued to fuck you roughly. Feeling your orgasm building, and just as it was about to crest, your whole body rocking in ecstasy, laying there, panting and trembling, trying to catch your breath. I had never felt so alive and so satisfied before. Tomura stopped and rolled off of you.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" You screamed as men burst in and snatched you from your comfy bed. Your heart raced in fear as you realized this wasn't the hero. It had to be the cops. You started to get nervous when Tomura disappeared after the yakuza thing. You had been discussing a lot of quirk singularity conspiracy theories and the Meta liberation message, touching on the heteromorph plight. You had plenty of heteromorph friends, but you never asked them what horrible things they had to deal with daily. You started to feel good about what you were doing for rent. You had no idea what this could be, but you had a sinking feeling it was the nutty eugenics religion.

They brought you before a skinny man. The man's voice was filled with contempt as he spoke, "You'll be working directly under me for the social media saturation. We are looking for young males and a heteromorph demographic. I've seen some of your work, and I must say, I was only mildly disappointed. He said he wanted to see you."

"He?"

"Yes, him," the thin man spat. "The leader. The boss. The man, I'm sure, only has malicious and depraved intentions for you. Brace yourself. Take her to him. The rest of us have real work to do."

Your heart raced as the door slammed shut behind you. You were thrust into a dark and mysterious chamber, the only sound of swords clashing and ringing off the walls. In the corner, you could make out the silhouette of a pale man in a bed. At the same time, a scaly, reptilian figure shouted for healing spells. You get closer to get a better look at the guy in the bed.

"Ten?" You ask timidly. Those red eyes land on you. A grin splits his mouth in two. Before you can escape, he grabs you and pulls you down to the bed, his lips pressing against yours in a passionate kiss. You can feel the intensity of his embrace, and you know you won't be leaving anytime soon.

"My tough girl," he purrs. Tomura's gaze was intense as he slowly moved his hands over your body, making your clothes turn to dust. He pulled you closer and ravished you before you could even say hello.

"Tomura!" you gasped in surprise as he kissed you hungrily.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait any longer," he said before continuing his passionate assault.

Your skin felt alive as his hands explored your body, and you soon forgot everything else.

"I should probably go," Spinner said with a rosy blush.

Tomura paused for a moment, and you both smiled. "This is my friend Spinner. Spinner, this is my girlfriend. She'll be doing your interview later. Right now, I'm going to fuck her brains out," Tomura mumbled around your nipple.

You covered your face and said it was nice to meet him, then Tomura resumed his passionate onslaught. You knew you'd never forget this moment. Ten grabbed your face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily as if he hadn't tasted you in years. He pulled away, and you felt his hardness pressing against your lips, and you knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. His salty flavor invades your mouth. He slowly pushed himself inside you. You gasped at the sensation, his thick girth filling your throat completely. You felt yourself start to tremble, and he held you tighter, his hands gripping your head as he thrust into you. He bucked his hips harder and faster, pushing you to the brink as he fucked your throat. You cried out in ecstasy as he drove deeper and deeper down your throat. He pulled away, his eyes burning with desire.

"Open wide," he said, his voice low and commanding. Finally, he let out a deep groan and slowed his movements. Shooting his hot load on your tongue. He reached around and snapped several pictures as he moved, capturing the moment's intensity before he let you swallow. You collapsed into his arms, exhausted and full.

"Be honest. That don't look in the trunk was a set up so you could doe this?" You asked. A knowing grin quirked his face.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "I missed you so much. I'm not going to let you go. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk. I want to give you a pearl necklace."

You smiled up at him. He was as lewd and brazen as ever.

"I missed you too," you grinned.

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♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 8

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Chapter Eight

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Pairings: Shigaraki x f!reader x Dabi

A/N: Hi my dear readers!! I am so sorry this took forever to get out. Please note that this chapter has a major spoiler from season 6 of my hero academia. So if you haven't watched the anime or read up to chapter 290 in the manga please do not read unless you don't mind spoilers.

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - *spoilers from season 6/chapter 290 in the manga* - blood, gore, angst, character death, and reader death

Word Count: 6k

Still in shock, you quickly activate the button on your wrist, setting the surrounding nomu free from their containment tanks, granting you a decisive advantage. The tanks spill their contents onto the cold concrete floor of the basement, and the nomu swiftly rise, becoming your impromptu bodyguards. Miriko's eyes widen as a massive nomu with multiple arms blocks her path, hurling her across the room and slamming her into the far wall. She grimaces in pain, providing you with a moment to hastily radio a distressed message to all nearby units, alerting them that the king of villains was under attack. Your voice trembles with anxiety, hoping that whoever hears it knows what steps to take.

  You watch as Miriko regains her footing, preparing for combat. Suddenly, your attention is drawn to the Doctor darting across the room, rushing to his control station. Miriko's gaze follows the Doctor's frantic movements, revealing her intentions. With determination, she launches herself off the wall, chasing after the Doctor. The nomu form a protective barrier around the Doctor, but Miriko slices through them effortlessly, her movements as sharp as blades. Seizing the moment, you dart away from Tomura's tank, sprinting towards the Doctor.

He's feverishly typing on his computer, his teeth jittering with fear. It's unclear if his terror stems from the fear of being killed or losing everything he had painstakingly worked for. Miriko finally breaches the last line of defense, positioning herself before the Doctor. She attempts to pull him away from the computer screen, but you intervene, hurling a throwing knife through her hand. A pained cry escapes Miriko's lips, her eyes shooting daggers of fury in your direction.

"Did you forget I was here?" you taunt, a smirk playing on your lips.

Miriko groans in exasperation, redirecting her focus towards you. Despite her injured hand and fingers barely holding on, she launches herself toward you, but you deftly evade her efforts, skillfully swaying your knife in a fluid motion. A dropkick from your end catches her off guard, temporarily throwing her off balance. However, she quickly regains her stance, standing defiantly before you.

"My target is Shigaraki and the old man; I don't care about you," she sneers, a wicked smile playing on her lips. With a swift motion, she delivers a powerful kick to your gut, sending you hurtling backward.

As you struggled to catch your breath, a sinking feeling set in. Miriko's anger was now directed at Tomura's tank. You watched with a sense of urgency as she struck the tank repeatedly, causing a crack to form in the top corner. You rise to your feet as quickly as possible, panic starting to take hold. What will happen if he is awoken before he should be? You frantically grab another one of your knives, spin on your heel to gain speed, and hurl it across the room and into Miriko’s left foot. She wails in pain for a second time and falls away from the tank, gripping her ankle. You sigh in relief until you hear her shout –

“I can’t let him be set loose on the world! No matter what it takes!” She uses her still good leg to roundhouse kick the tank one last time before falling to her knees.

  The Doctor screams “No!” and you’re on your feet again. You’re reluctant to drain her of all her energy because you have nowhere to output it, and you were worried you might send the current through Tomura’s tank instead.

The tank began leaking by the time you reached Miriko. Before you could make a move, a nomu with stretchy arms grabbed her and sent her hurtling down the corridor she had come from. It seemed highly unlikely she would recover from such a forceful throw, you mused.

You look over your shoulder to find the Doctor attempting to fix the control box near the tank. You decided to keep watch as he worked; you sensed that Miriko wasn’t the only hero here. You held onto the hope that reinforcements would arrive soon. The Doctor starts mumbling incoherently, and you hear him punch the control box in anger.

“Wake up, Tomura Shigaraki!” You hear him yell out. 

“What?! You’re waking him up?” Your voice comes out strained. You’re terrified to see him again, especially in these circumstances. Not to mention, you’re not even sure what will happen if he doesn’t complete the procedure. Will he remember you? Will he be different? Your mind starts racing with one hundred thoughts a minute. Dammit - you should’ve kept your eyes on the door instead of getting distracted. The next thing you know, the voice hero, Present Mic jumps over the rubble that Miriko caused and screams at the top of his lungs, activating his quirk. You yelp as it sends you and the doctor flying backward until your spine hits a wall hard enough to knock the wind out of you. All you can do is watch the scene before you. You’re wheezing and struggling to get up. You start to crawl back onto your feet when you hear Tomura’s tank crack, then a pause, then another crack, and then it finally explodes. A panic sweeps over you as you watch Tomura’s limp body fall to his knees, and then, unable to hold himself up, he falls unconsciously onto the floor in a pool of purple liquid. Your breathing starts to become more and more uneven. He is vulnerable, and there is a pro-hero coming up right next to him. Present Mic ignores Tomura and goes straight for the doctor. You have to get to Tomura now. You slowly rose to your feet; your ears were bleeding, and you were pretty sure you had a few cracked ribs. You needed to heal yourself, but you couldn’t because another pro-hero was suddenly right next to Present Mic. He had his eyes set on you as he fired off a red laser from his right eye, and it hit you directly in the gut, going through you and hitting the wall behind you. You freeze in shock as tears start to fall from your eyes; you failed. As you look down at the hole in your stomach, your shaky hands come up covered in blood, you fall to your knees. Was this real life? Was this how you were going to die? You see Present Mic in the distance snatch up the Doctor, throw him over his shoulder, and run back toward the hole in the wall. He shouts something at the man who fired off the laser, but you are unable to hear him. You’re sobbing now. The room is becoming blurry, and your ears are ringing. You didn’t want to die like this; no, you wanted to see Tomura one last time, and the thought of not seeing him again was unbearable. In this moment, you finally realize that you love him. You love him so much. It hurt. Everything hurt. You think about Dabi too and how much you’ll miss him when you’re gone. You love him too. You love them all. Toga and Twice. Spinner and Compress. This can’t be the end. They’re your family.

In a last stitch effort, you activate your quirk. You’re not trying to heal yourself. Instead, your eyes start to glow with tears seeping through. With everything you have left, you collect the energy from anything you can—lights, the control box, and the pro-hero a couple of feet away. You scream at the top of your lungs and lift your arm out in front of you to blast an energy bolt into Tomura’s unconscious body, hoping to jolt him awake. You didn’t even know if it would work or not. Maybe you should’ve healed yourself instead but you’re hardly thinking anymore. You’re losing too much blood. Everything starts fading out slowly; you go cold as you’re drained of energy. With that, everything goes black. The last thing you see is the pro-hero placing a hand on Tomura. 

---

“What was that? What did she just do?” The pro-hero thinks to himself out loud. His only objective left is to finish the job by killing Shigaraki. He begins shooting lasers at all the machinery around him to be sure that there will be no other surprises. When he turns back around, Shigaraki is sitting upright and hugging himself in his arms. He is shivering, and his wet hair is laid across his face, covering his eyes. The pro-hero tries to react in time, but it is too late. Tomura already has a palm on his face, disintegrating him into dust. He then tries to collect himself, his teeth jittering and his body freezing. He takes the pro-hero’s cape from the pile of dust and wraps it around himself. He sees the doctor's phone on the ground a few feet away from him and picks it up. After a moment of waking up, he looks around the room and sees nothing but rubble and piles of dead nomu. Among all the bodies, his eyes land on yours. His eyes go wide in fear as he runs over to you. You’re lying on your side, facing away from him, but he can already see the wall through the huge hole in your lower back. It was a gruesome sight, and he started to panic. His eyes brim with tears as he drops to his knees behind you. He slowly rolls you over in the hope that you’re still conscious enough to heal yourself.

“No, no, no, no!” He repeatedly shouts as he grabs your limp body, trying to shake you from death. He hugs you into his chest and wraps his hand around your head so that you are fully cradled in his arms. He picks you up off the floor as he cries into your lifeless shoulder. You smelled like home to him, and he had a horrendous wave of loneliness come over him. After a moment or two, his tears stopped and were replaced with pure rage. He kneels down with you still in his arms and places his palm on the ground below. He figured that whoever was still in the building couldn’t have gotten far. He activates his overpowered quirk, and everything around you two starts disintegrating. He is unleashing his anger on the world. There was a cloud of dust surrounding you both as his quirk reached miles away. The surrounding buildings turn to dust, and the civilians are evacuating as quickly as they can screaming in terror. He held you lovingly into his chest as he whispered, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.” His tears started again. He furiously growls as he releases another strong wave of his quirk out into the world. 

Then, after a while, it all stops. He stops his quirk and sniffles quietly into your hair. The building had been destroyed, and everything that he could see within a mile had been destroyed. It was nothing but a wasteland. He could’ve kept going, but he knew that the Pro-Heros were tactical. He knew that some of them had to have gotten away. He lays you down slowly on what was left of the concrete slab and feels around for the Doctor’s cell phone. His red cape flutters in the wind as he takes a look at the damage around him. Suddenly, he is hit with a sharp pain in his head. His master calls to him, and he grabs his temples, trying to silence him. He whimpers at the stinging headache he is left with. 

“Come to me, Machia; bring the others.” He pulls out the cell phone to send Gigantomachia a distress message. “I am going to destroy everything.” He says through gritted teeth. 

---

Tomura sits with your head on his lap while he gently runs his fingers through your hair. He thinks back to a moment he had with you before going into the tank. When he woke up before you that morning, he did exactly what he was doing now. He ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. His phone buzzed, taking him out of his thoughts and alerting him that Gigantomachia was almost at his location. He rises to his feet and picks you up bridal style. Your arms hang from your sides, and your neck is no longer supported, giving a clear indication that you are dead. Tomura stifles a small cry and jumps from the cliff where the building once stood and onto Gigantomachia’s back, where he is met with Mr.Compress, Spinner, Skeptic, and Dabi. They’re all surprised to see him awake a month early, but what catches their attention, even more, is that you're covered in blood in Tomura’s arms. Both Spinner and Mr. Compress let out a soft gasp that was followed immediately “Oh no’s” and “This can't be’s”. Skeptic continues typing on his laptop, and Dabi is turned away from the scene facing the wasteland. Once he hears the other’s quiet sobbing, he looks over his shoulder slowly and sees his boss hanging his head low with you lying across his arms. He then looks away for a moment in disbelief. Once he turns around again his heart shatters as he sees the hole in your lower abdomen. You look so soft and sweet, and he missed your face so much; this isn’t real. It can’t be. He pulls his hands from his pockets and takes a fistful of his own hair as he falls into a squatted position. His breathing becomes rapid, and bloody tears start falling from his eyes unwillingly. He tugs at his hair more and more and then stands up to his full height in a frenzy. He screams at the top of his lungs, and blue flames escape his throat. He goes completely quiet and tries to hold back his sobs because of how much pain they’re causing him. He feels like there are knives in his throat and needles in his eyes. He then lets his head fall into his arms.

“Where are Toga and Twice?” Tomura finally speaks up, his voice coming out very hoarse.

“Twice is dead.” Dabi quickly replies in a very hoarse voice, sparing him the details. 

“And Toga went off to find one of her little U.A. students.” Spinner crosses his arms over his chest in comfort. “It’s a good thing too; you should’ve seen the way she handled Twice’s death. There’s no telling what she’ll do when she finds out about Y/N.” He cringes at mentioning the fact that you’re dead. None of it felt real yet. How could you and Twice both be gone in an instant?

“I-” Tomura is cut off by a wind blast in the back of his leg causing him to almost drop you.

It was the U.A. student Izuku Midoriya and his classmate Bakugo Katsuki. Tomura’s new quirk kicks in and regenerates the fibers and muscle on his calf, ultimately healing the wound. He growls in irritation, and then his headache returns as he hears his master say, “It is one for all. Bring him to me.” He quickly understands what he has to do and hands you over to Dabi, who hesitantly takes you into his arms the same way that Tomura had previously been holding you. Tomura jumps off of Gigantomachia and joins the fight with the U.A. students by leading them away from the group. 

Dabi finally looks down at you and whimpers softly. He rubs your cheek, and his tears threaten to spill again.

“I am so sorry.” Spinner gives his condolences. “I know you loved her.” 

Dabi sits on Gigantomachia and holds you in his arms. His chest is against your back as you’re laid between his legs. He’s unsure what to do, but he knows eventually both he and Shigaraki will need to let you go. He is more ready to die in a fight than ever. He rests his head against yours and sits there quietly sobbing. 

Minutes pass and the group is silent; all that can be heard is Skeptic typing on his computer. He finally takes a moment to look up from the screen and sees Dabi, who appears to either be sleeping or completely out of it, hovering over your body. He looks entirely defeated and Skeptic becomes entirely confused.

“You do know she’s not dead, right?” He raises an eyebrow, but then decides he doesn’t care and goes back to whatever he was doing on his computer.

Dabi slowly raises his head to tell Skeptic to shut the fuck up, but then he looks down and sees skin under the hole in your suit. The same hole that he noticed earlier. The same hole that isn't a hole anymore. He sits up slightly and starts pushing your hair out of your face.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” He gently shakes you and stops when he hears you groan.

“Dabi?” You get out in a weird, groggy, and tired voice. 

His heart sinks again, and a feeling of relief melts through him as you say his name. He spins you around between his legs to hold you in his arms so that he’s hugging you properly. He holds you tightly and tucks his face into your shoulder. You weakly wrap your arms around him, and he kisses the top of your head. In his peripherals, he sees a line of flames heading toward where Shigaraki was.

"Dad," he says with haste on his tongue.

“Did you just call me dad?” You giggle in his ear, still completely delusional from losing too much blood and energy. 

“Spinner, keep her safe.” Spinner nods and takes your hand to lead you away from Dabi. You oblige mostly because you’re so out of it. You watch as Dabi jumps into the sky and shoots blue flames from his palms to propel himself forward. Eventually, you can no longer see him. 

“Spinner? Where am I?” You rub your eyes and try to lie down because everything is still spinning.

Spinner hugs you before you can. Mr. Compress walks over and hugs you both tightly.

“You were dead.”

“Wh-oh, that’s right. A hero shot me,” You wrap your head around what has happened up until now. “Wait! Where is Tomura? Is he okay? Is he alive?!” 

“He’s okay, he’s the one that called us here. He did all of this,” Spinner lets go of you to gesture at the wasteland surrounding you all. “I’m assuming it was because he was not happy that you were dead.” Spinner pauses, “He’s fighting the heroes on his own”

You start to panic. Your heart is racing, you need to get to him right now. He is probably very weak and the thought of him being alone terrifies you. 

“Gigantomachia! Take me to Tomura!” You punch at the creature who tormented you and Tomura for months on end. He growled in response. 

“Y/N, he only listens to Shigar-” Spinner attempts to shut down your attempt but Gigantomachia starts moving and before you know it he heads in the direction that you saw Dabi go. 

You tense up and grab one of the spikes on his back while he runs toward the battlefield. You probably weren’t ready to jump right into battle again but you didn’t care. Just up ahead you see Tomura fighting not one, not two, not even three, but seven heroes on his own. He is being held in the air by what looks like a black spider web. You recognize the boy holding him hostage. It was Izuku. He is punching Tomura over and over again and you urge Gigantomachia to go faster. Then out of the corner of your eye, you see the number one hero, Endeavor, take off into the sky and wrap his entire body around Tomura. He explodes with the power of the sun and the explosion is so bright that you have to look away and shield your face. Where was Dabi?

“Nooo!” You scream out as you see Tomura fall back toward the earth, his body burned to a crisp. You’re too late. You struggle to hold back a sob and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. Gigantomachia stops in place to take in what just happened. 

After a few seconds, Tomura regains consciousness and stops mid-air. He shoots out black tendrils with red cracks from all five of his fingers aiming them at Izuku. Instead, they hit the explosive student, Bakugo Katsuki, and everyone is in shock to see that Tomura is still alive. You watch as Tomura fights against himself as he starts to heal, he keeps grabbing onto his skull trying to shake away something. His white locks start rapidly growing back and you realize that one of his quirk upgrades was regeneration. You sigh, relieved that he’s not dead and that it would take a lot more to kill him. 

“It’s my body!” You hear Tomura yell out as he grabs his own arm trying to keep it at his side. You tilt your head in confusion. Who was he talking to?

“You mistook foolishness for bravery.” Tomura speaks directly to Izuku now but there is something not right about his voice. He doesn’t sound like himself but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why. He shoots more black and red tendrils at Izuku and they continue fighting in the air. Tomura somehow lands his palm on Izuku’s face. “You’re finally mine. Come to me, one for all.” There it was again, a voice you didn’t recognize. 

With a flash of light, both Izuku and Tomura start falling back to earth again. For a brief second, you thought the fight was over because all of the heroes lay beneath you exhausted from battle. You take the opportunity to climb off of Gigantomachia. Spinner goes to fight you on leaving but ends up joining you instead while Mr.Compress stays behind. You hide around Gigantomachia’s legs waiting for a moment to run over to Tomura. The moment doesn’t come because just a second later Tomura is suspended in the air by the red and black tendrils once more. He looks like one big spider as he crawls over to the heroes.

“Shut up! I don’t take orders from you dammit!” Tomura shouts once again at no one in particular stirring your confusion even more. Then suddenly an energy blast comes from behind him knocking him down once more. Your eyes shoot over to where you see more heroes arriving on the scene. Oh no, this is bad. You guys need to get out now. 

Tomura once again rises to his feet, he looks to be almost fully healed now except for the scars that are littered across his chest. You wonder for a moment if they will stay there forever. All the heroes attack him at once. You pick up your feet to join him in battle but Gigantomachia runs past you joining the fight before you can. He slashes the heroes from left to right, ultimately grabbing Tomura’s body and pulling him from the fight and knocking all of the heroes flat on their asses. Gigantomachia turns Tomura over in his giant hand and sees that he was knocked unconscious, presumably by Izuku’s wind blast. 

“Master, what do you order me to do?” Gigantomachia looks at his palm hoping that Tomura can still hear him but receives no answer. You’re worried now because you can’t see what's going on. As if Gigantomachia could sense your anxiety he reaches his other hand out for you and allows you to climb into his palm. He puts his palms together, closing you and Tomura off to the world around you.

“Tomu, it’s me!” You sob as you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace. It is dark inside Gigantomachia’s palms and the only light is coming from in between his fingers. Tomura is still unconscious and you don’t suspect it is his body causing him trouble because you can see him healing before your very eyes. You can’t believe this is your first time seeing him in months and the whole time neither of you have been fully conscious to embrace each other. You trace your fingers along the scars on his defined chest. Most of which you didn’t recognize from when you saw him last. You push your hair behind your left ear and lay your head on his chest. You sigh in relief when you hear the pounding of his heart. You pull your head from his chest and rest your forehead against his before placing a small and gentle kiss on his lips. Suddenly you hear a commotion coming from outside. You almost forgot that there was a battle going on around you. You pound on Gigantomachia’s fingers urging him to allow you to see what’s going on. He splits his hands open slightly and you see that Dabi is here now and is on Gigantomachia’s back. 

Dabi is yelling at Endeavor while simultaneously pouring a strange liquid on his head. What was he planning? 

“Hey now, don’t be rude! You’re acting like we’ve never met!” Dabi chuckles evilly as the liquid turns his hair white and your eyes widen. “Call me Touya, after all, it’s the name you and mom gave me.”

Your jaw drops, Dabi is Endeavor’s son? You remember hearing about how one of Endeavor’s sons died a few years back but obviously, that must’ve all been a hoax. You look over to see Endeavor start hyperventilating with wide eyes at the sight of his “dead” son. 

Dabi starts clapping his hands together. You’ve never seen him this happy before. He has this psychotic look on his face and then he makes eye contact with you and smiles. You hold his gaze for a moment before he turns back to Endeavor. He shoots off Gigantomachia's back in a frenzy of blue flames. He was smiling from ear to ear and you were suddenly worried that this was a suicide mission. He is suddenly bound mid air by ropes of fabric. His flames go out and he looks over his shoulder at what possibly could have stopped him. You follow his eyes to see just above Gigantomachia was a hovering hero, Best Jeanist. Gigantomachia becomes bound and struggles for a moment against all the ropes. Once they’re pulled tighter you feel yourself falling as you’re reaching out for Tomura. You close your eyes tightly prepared to hit the ground when you feel the ropes snake around your body. You’re then pulled tightly into Tomura’s chest. He is still knocked out cold and his head falls onto your shoulder lifelessly as you were bound together in ropes of fabric. Gigantomachia falls to the ground and it causes everyone around you who is still on the ground to shake and fall to their knees.

Wait a second, Best Jeanist was supposed to be dead. You remember Dabi telling you that Hawks completed his mission. Did Hawks betray you all? When you look up you see Dabi angrily yelling at Best Jeanist and you can only assume that he is finding out this way too.

Who you assume to be Dabi’s younger brother starts flying towards Dabi and your heartbeat quickens. No, no, they’re all going to gang up on him. You try to activate your quirk and absorb the brothers energy but you feel a sharp pain in your side that causes you to scream in agony. Dabi looks down at you and worry spreads across his features. The ropes were way too tight. Dabi is heating himself up again and the ropes that were holding him break. Best Jeanist notices and quickly sends out more ropes to restrain him. 

“De-” a pause, “stroy.” You feel Tomura’s breath hit your neck and hear him whisper to himself. 

“Tomura?” You nudge his head with your shoulder gently trying to wake him up. 

“Destroy!” Without opening his eyes he yells with all his might. It was clearly a command to Gigantomachia because the giant then suddenly breaks free of Best Jeanist’s ropes. This causes Dabi to free himself again using the distraction and he immediately starts fighting his younger brother. 

When you peer over Gigantomachia’s back you see more nomu coming to your rescue. You start to sigh in relief as you watch them fight the heroes for you. Gigantomachia is on his feet again and just as you are beginning to feel hopeful he falls to his knees and falls into a sleeplike state.

“Shit.” You hear Spinner a few feet behind you.

“Wait! What happened?” You panic.

“Earlier a couple of U.A. kids were trying to sedate us and I guess they succeeded but their timing was off.” Spinner yells out in a panicked voice. 

Your heart is racing now. What happens if you lose this fight? You didn’t want to find out. The binding around you and Tomura starts tightening and you can't breathe. You can feel your tears beginning to form and you rest your head back on Tomura’s chest as you feel your breath slowing. You wished so badly that Tomura was awake so that you could talk to him one last time. 

“Y/N,” You hear your name come from behind you.

“Mr.Com-” you attempt to catch your breath. “press?” You try to get out but the ropes tighten even more so it comes out breathless.

“Shigaraki is the key. I need you and Spinner to wake him up, I’ll buy you time.” He activates a marble in his back pocket essentially slicing a chunk of his own body to loosen the restraints. He then reaches out in front of him capturing you, Tomura, and Spinner into a marble. 

You were then released from the marble onto Gigantomachia’s back with Tomura in your arms. Mr.Compress was taken down by a hero but managed to capture Dabi and Skeptic into marbles and tucked them into Spinner’s hood.

“Tomura, I need you to wake up!” You yell and shake his shoulders trying your hardest to wake him. He’s almost completely healed so you assume that he might just be running on empty like you are. “Please Tomura, we need you!” There are tears falling down your cheeks now. You remember back to when Tomura was talking to himself. 

“I think he needs to remember why we’re fighting.” Spinner says.

“Tomura, please, wake up!” You shout one last time while pounding on his chest. Then suddenly you’re met with glowing red eyes. The first thing he sees when he wakes up is you. He sits up and pulls you into his chest wrapping his arm around you essentially protecting you from what he was about to do. With zero hesitation he raises his good arm and shoots an air blast so powerful that all of the heroes go flying back.  

After he stops the blast he lets you go and stands up. You’re so happy to see him that you want to jump into his arms but instead he gets up and walks away towards the edge of Gigantomachia. There is a painful tinge in your heart. Why isn’t he happy to see that you’re alive? Why was he ignoring you?

“I must say, Tomura has some admirable friends. Power is drawn from the heart, the more he embraces the pain and hatred born from his past trauma, the stronger my will becomes within his body.” He speaks in a monotone voice and it sends chills throughout your body. Whoever that is speaking, it is not Tomura. You find yourself backing away from him slowly and downright terrified. “Long live the king, Tomura,” he added with an evil smile that made you want to disappear from his presence. 

“Boss, how do you want us to attack?” Spinner asks the man in front of you. 

“We’re retreating.”  He replies bluntly. 

“We can’t retreat! Toga is on her way here and Compress is hurt badly!” Spinner starts questioning his antics. 

“Spinner, that’s not Tomura.” You say in a quiet voice that's barely above a whisper.

“What?” Spinner turns to ask you. 

“That is exactly right, Y/N.” Even the way this stranger says your name on Tomura’s tongue makes your skin crawl. “Tomura already lost this fight.” 

The heroes look like they’re about to attack again so you take a fighting stance. Tomura, who isn’t Tomura, takes them all down without a second thought by sending them flying backwards again and you lower your shoulders.

“Come on, we're leaving.” He says as three nomu appear before you. Spinner jumps onto the nearest nomu and pulls the marbles out of his hood that Mr.Compress tucked away and places them in his pocket. Tomura gestures for you to get on the flying nomu with him but you hesitate, making him aggressively grab you by the waist and position you so that you are sitting in front of him. “I have no patience for your hero-villian indecisiveness that Tomura allows. You’re coming with me.” His words sting and you’re silent the whole ride back to wherever he was planning on taking you.  

[inanabsentia]

Shigaraki and Dabi are crusty Asf

as my friends kept complaining to me when I tell them I love those characters. But then again, did they really think that years of mental torture and abuse would magically grant someone clear and polished skin? That’s not the way the world works bruh.

Plus if you look past their appearances and see their point of view, it’s valid too. Their actions are questionable but their point stands because it’s not wrong.

Also

I saw this on Tumblr/IG somewhere and I screenshotted it but this needs to be said more

[yantomurashigaraki]

You can ask me anything!.......

[littlebbthat]

0o0!!!

My child!!!!!

[bluecookies02]

Kinktober2020 -ending kink fest

Dabi,Hawks,Shigaraki(separately)-❗️NSFW❗️

warnings: consensual gun play(dabi), wax play(hawks), public sex(shigaraki)

/masterlist/

pic credit:birf on twitter. follow her, fucking follow her you'll thank me

He will put a gun to your lips, make you loll your tongue out and drool over the barrel, his finger jolting and twitching on the trigger all while his face holds a nerve-wracking smile that you can't figure out.

The truth is, you look so beautiful, your knees sore and red, slightly spread apart on the floor while the small vibrator buzzes against your clit.

He can still see the glimmer of trust behind your eyes, your eyelids hooded and pupils blown wide.

"You're so fucking crazy, you know that?" He comments as his shoe slips between your legs, your sweet juice coating the once dry leather.

You nod, reaching your arms to his pants, clawing at the fabric in attempts to finally get him out of his clothes.

The gun slips out of your mouth, the now wet pipe gliding over your tits in small circling motions, stopping briefly at your hard nipples.

It then goes back under your chin, your eyes meeting Dabi's once he kneeled down to your level, his lips hungrily pushing against yours, his tongue going as far as it can reach, a hum leaving his throat once you feverishly grip at his shirt.

His free hand slips past your slick folds, adjusting the small vibrator before filling you up with his digits.

Fuck...You're too beautiful to be left living...it's a thought that often plays in his mind, but he's selfish, wants you to himself for as long as he's alive.

His fingers expertly find your G-spot, his lips leaving yours as he takes his time looking at you, praising you and waiting for you to finally fall apart after undoubtedly agonizing hours of waiting.

"Lose yourself for me, doll."

And you do. Your orgasm is ripping through your body, your chin being held up only by a shaking gun against skin.

You manage to look at him through your almost closed eyes, his jaw tightened and his chest heaving, his whole arm trembling as you ride out your high.

He places the gun on the floor carefully before pouncing on you, trapping you beneath his arms and the floor, rubbing his clothed length against your damp hole, groaning at the way it seeps through the layers.

"I'm gonna make you wish I pulled that trigger" You smile up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, your mouth ghosting over his ear.

"Please."

pic credit:kawaiitentacles on twitter!

You're shivering under the heat, droplets of hot wax slowly cooling off on your skin, his wings spread open and waiting as the last droplets of melted wax fall over your chest.

Your body convulses at the new wave of pleasurable pain, your chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

He chose red...he always does, there's something that makes the setting ever so intimate, like you're slowly becoming his with every pearly stain on your chest.

Your pussy is smeared with drying wax, his fingers made sure your clit was completely covered in it, smearing the now barely warm liquid from your chest down to you puffy nub.

Your tits were a piece of artwork that he was sickeningly proud of, trails of red running down between them and to your belly button, some patterns obviously made by his fingers guiding the wax.

He settles the candle on the bedside table carefully, placing it back on the ceramic plate.

His cock is straining against his boxers, the perfect petal looking trail leading to your hole looks sinfully erotic, red beads all centering to your tortured clit.

You whine under his gaze, bending your legs to your knee, inviting him to slip inbetween. He does, his boxers now long gone as his cock head ghosts between your folds.

He watches the wax crack apart almost unnoticeably, each time he spreads the lips apart with his length.

He finally prods inside your heat, groaning when your legs hook behind his back.

Sometimes you wonder why he refuses to tie you down during these, but if you were to know that it's because he loves to see you jolt and shake, you would clearly tease him for being so sadistic.

Instead his arms pin yours on both sides of your head, plowing deeper in you when his chest presses against yours. It's almost too deep, fitting snuggly against your cervix and still pushing the tight walls wider.

His hips begin to move, his lips latching on your neck as he rocks his body into yours. It's passionate somehow... he can feel the wax brushing against his chest, each roll of his hips sending him even deeper in the crook of your neck.

His low rumbles and moans are so close to your ear, sending your mind into a frenzy. You're so close, so so close, yet you need just a bit more, wriggling your hips you try to find the perfect angle, getting frustrated when it takes you so long with no success.

You fight his hands while he's lost in chasing his own high, your arm freed from his grip with little struggle, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him to look at you.

The angry look on your face made him smirk, his next thrust perfectly hitting that soft patch inside.

"There you go my greedy little bird..." he whispers, moving the hairs away from your cheeks as he cups it into his palm before digging the pads of his fingers into your jaw.

His thrusts sped up, abusing the spot inside you, the clacking sound of your wet pussy filling the room. He was so close, the veins of his cock throbbing and pulsating, the fingers on your jaw tightening.

The build up became too much, headboard banging into the wall, the knot in your belly threatening to snap loose any second. Finally you felt your ears buzzing, hot waves crashing under the surface of your skin, your muscles giving out as you rode the high.

In a blink you were suddenly empty, hot ropes of cum splashing on your chest in continuous spurts, your boyfriend's groans and ruffling of feathers filling your ears.

There's a strained growl that leaves his throat when he lays next to you, his wings falling onto your chest, helping your body to stay warm as you begin to cool down.

He loves you. He can't stop saying it while he holds you to his chest, delaying the clean up just so he can say it as many times as possible.

You'll murder him if he makes you fall asleep like this, so he wills himself into getting up, not exactly agreeing to move away from you. He is picking you up and leading you to the bathroom, sending his feathers to prepare everything so he doesn't have to let go. He won't mind that you're practically asleep in his embrace...leave everything to him, he's got you.

You should've known really....

The famous wanted villain doesn't just ”feel like cinema date”.

You had your hopes up, imaginably high...Dressing up all cute and pretty. Spending hours to get ready and be perfect for your first public date.

You knew the risks, but the thought of enjoying a normal afternoon like a normal couple blinded your eyes.

None of that stopped you from spreading your legs even further apart in your seat, the lace of your panties tugged to the side as long slender fingers rubbed between your fold, smearing your arousal over your pulsing clit.

You were holding your skirt up to your tummy, one of your fists securely gripping your panties as you pushed your hips against his hand.

His intention was to get you worked up, pull you to the bathroom and have his way with you, yet he found himself lost in you muffled moans, your plump lips turning red and bruised as you dug your teeth in them.

It shouldn't matter, you were at the far end of the movie room, a few empty rows separating you and the group of guys that also came to see the film.

His other hand pulled at your chin, separating your lips and sending you a glare.

He didn't want you quiet. He wanted those bastards to turn around, be angered by the fact that a freak like him is having such a messy little slut on his sleeve.

Wetness seeped into the material of the red chairs, making the cloth a few shades darker. Your arms were now wrapped around one of his, hugging it to your chest as low whimpers left your throat.

You were squirming in your seat, making the screws screech with every movement of your hips. The sounds of your slick pussy seemingly at least 10 times louder in your ears.

His digits were now steadily pumping in and out of your warm cavern, never faltering when one of the men fake coughed, adjusting in his seat.

The movie wasn't even halfway through when you felt your high approaching.

The palm of his hand bumped into your clit with each thrust, your concerns pushed to the back of your mind the more his pace picked up.

You were now more than sure that the whole room knew, your slick cunt producing sinful sounds that were impossible to match anything else.

Tomura could feel your nails digging into the muscles of his arm, the wrinkled material of his shirt almost giving out and ripping under your clawing.

He's grinning from ear to ear, yet you can't seem to know why, his efforts doubling as he stares to the side.

You don't have the strength to move or to question his motives when you feel the electric pleasure in your stomach, the muscles there convulsing and flexing as you reach your high.

It comes not as pleasurable as it's embarrassing, the guilt eating at you as soon as you've reached your peak. Coming down from it proved even harder, Tomura’s long still fingers waiting for you to calm yourself before slipping out, cleaning them up on your skirt.

He's pulling you from your seat seconds later, rushing you out the room and out to the hallways.

”What the hell Tomura?” You try to question as you run behind him.

There's that grin again, his eyes squinting and his teeth showing only a bit.

”Cameras, they had cameras” you weren't supposed to be shocked, it's normal and pretty common, you were supposed to be aware of that.

What pisses you off is that grin that still hasn't left his face, making your brows furrow and cheeks puff up.

The nerve.

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I could do a scenario in which tomu is hit with aphrodisiac power and reader can help because she is a league doctor and her power helps to heal people and help make antidos but reader has been attracted to tomu for a long time but she hasn't she wants to take advantage of this delicate moment but may the strength help her because she almost gave herself, after helping tomu, he realizes that she has distanced herself a little from him so he will question her and find out her feelings are reciprocated. Thanks

I'll just mark the beginning and ending of the NSFW with ♤ just in case

Warnings! Lemon, smut, a bit rough if you squint but he is still kind of soft, Aphrodisiac

You were the one waiting for them nervously of course, as you always were when they insisted on not taking you on the minor missions. Minor or not anything could go wrong at any time anyway so why not have a doctor on you when you can? Because, quoting Shigaraki, "the doctor should stay safe in the league safe house, cause we only have one."

You worried your lower lip while counting as the door opened and in walked one, two, three, four and finally all five of them, looking fine.

Except for the odd air of the bunch.

Spinner and Twice looked quite embarrassed, avoiding any kind of eye contact with anyone.

While Toga and Dabi were smirking and joking around. Tomoura was uncharacteristically the weirdest of the bunch, looking very hot and bothered, his cheeks slightly flushed and eyes looking wild. Directly approaching you with stomping steps.

"Hey doc, hope you're ready to work hard~"

"Oh but I'm so glad you all seem alright- oof!..."

"You!"

His hand locked around your arm in an iron grip and he started pulling you along with himself.

"Come!"

You stumbled after him, worrying your lips, as he navigated through the hallways and straight to your room. He barged in and pulled you inside and slammed the door behind you .

"Fix it!"

You watched him in confusion as you took in the frustrated expression he was wearing. He looked like he was running a fever so without thinking you just reached out to touch his forehead. He was slightly heated up.

"But... what's the problem?"

"I want to fuck the shit out of you."

Your heart skipped a beat and the effect shot straight to your core, blinking a few times in shock, your jaw dropping lower and lower as you stared at his very serious expression.

He couldn't be serious... right?

Did you hear him right?

"What?"

He gestured down to the very prominent tent in his pants, which you just noticed.

"Can't you tell? Fix it or face the consequences- fuck why is it so hot!"

You were contemplating the situation, he had, sadly, not really shown that kind of interest in you before so he couldn't have just came back from the mission and decided he wanted to screw you. And judging by the red face and dilated pupils and the fact he wanted you to 'fix it' rather than 'bend over' or something else you preferred more, you started connecting the dots.

He was probably hit by a sex quirk.

"Aphrodisiac?"

"Does the symptoms include wanting to fuck?"

"Pretty much."

You chuckled awkwardly trying to fend of the blush creeping on your face.

"I'd even bang that ugly ash tray fuck face, I don't care. Which is fucking horrible! You can fix it, right?"

You cringed lightly and started making your way towards your desk.

"Yes of course. It shouldn't really be a problem. I'll help you. It's just that-"

You started rummaging around in your drawer for the old concoction vial. You had never really needed it anyway. Your plan was changed however when you turned your head to look at him to hand him the vial to drink.

"Fuck this heat!"

He just randomly pulled off his tight black shirt and dropped it to the floor as he looked around your room before snatching the vial from your hand and downing it before you could say anything else.

Giving you way more of a view than you'd ever gotten, considering his healing powers, he never came to you for any sort of patching up. You bit your lower lip, feeling the blood rush to the tips of your ears just watching the way his skin looked all velvety over his tense bulging muscles, his abdominals even showing because of the restraint he was feeling. Even the way the liquid moved down his throat.

It gave you other ideas than just to help him.

"It's just what?"

Your eyes snapped back onto his that were now glaring at you intensely. But he was too busy with his own problems to notice you being flustered as you tried to make up a lie. He should've been fine after drinking the thing, it's just that it would take some time.

"You see... I'm sorry...it's just...you have t-to..."

He raised an eyebrow watching you try to voice your words impatiently.

"Spit it out already!"

"You have to have intercourse..."

It was his turn to look at you with a confused frown for a few silent seconds, that had you thinking he probably caught your lie, before shaking his head.

"Why are you sorry then? You scared me."

"What?... I d-don't know, I thought it would b-bother you or something!"

"Why would it bother me, you said you'll help me."

He started walking towards you and you could hear your own heartbeat hammering away in your chest. This was going very smoothly but you couldn't just drop the act. You looked up at him with wide eyes. He wanted to be the predator here? Fine, you'd be his prey.

"I d-did... b-but like...um..."

You took a step back and bumped into the desk lightly but he was quick to trap you with his arms, burying his nose in your hair and taking a deep long inhale.

"This is your job after all. I'm your boss and your patient now and you will help me."

"Yes Shigaraki."

"Tomoura."

"...yes, Tomoura..."

♤

He raised his hand and tangled his fingers in your hair, tugging you close and pressing his lips against your neck roughly sucking on your skin making you gasp and cling to his shoulders. His chapped rough lips moved along your neck then your jaw and finally latched onto your lips. He was the one under influence but you could feel your skin tingling anywhere he touched you. And he was not patient either. He grabbed one of your hands and placed it over his clothed erection, making you palm him as he was stripping you. He was fine ripping your shirt off your shoulders but struggled with your jeans before groaning and just deciding to use his quirk.

The half decayed fabric now loose, fell off you and he didn't waste a second before crashing his hips onto yours and humping his cock over the flimsy fabric of your panties. You could feel the rough fabric of his pants and underneath, his hard shaft grinding over your pelvis and up to your abdomen, moaning quietly in his mouth.

He growled when you moved your hips back and you found yourself shuddering in response, but your fingers were quick to grab onto his pants and free his dick. He hummed appreciatively before smirking and pulling back. You looked up at him lips parted and breathless.

"You're a little bit of a control freak, aren't you? Must be doctor thing."

He rubbed his thumb over your bruised lips a few times, then grabbed your shoulders and turned you around in a blink of an eye, pushing you over onto the desk.

"Shit..."

You braced yourself by your arms but his hand came down over the back of your neck, clawing it roughly. It sent a jolt down your spine and Your whole body went limp as you mewled when he lowered you face first into the desks surface, kicking your legs apart.

"Aw, such a cute little kitten. All soaked over here. You're really excited to help me, huh?"

You whimpered feeling his cock head poke between your folds.

"Cute trapped little kitten."

He snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in your dripping clenching cunt as you wailed and your body lurked forward on the desk that slammed into the wall with a bang.

"Oops, sorry."

He leaned over you not sounding remorseful at all, hand now moved from your neck and gripping a fistful of your hair while his other hand place firmly over your back and he used it to hold himself up while holding you still, shuddering as he relished the feeling of your pussy, squeezing him as it struggled to accommodate to the length inside it.

He didn't wait too much though as his hips pulled back till only his tip was inside and slammed himself back in again, enjoying the high pitched gasp that left your lips, before he set a brutal rough pace.

He was drilling you so hard that your legs were bending off of the ground in reflex, your toes curling tightly. You couldn't tell which was louder, the sound of his hips slapping your ass, or the desk banging on the wall with each thrust. The wet squelching of your pussy seeping around his cock was filling your ears too.

It wasnt long before he had you coming around him hard, with the way he moved inside you and the places he was rubbing against. Your legs were shaking already and you could barely keep your toes on the ground. You had moved up the desk and were now an inch or 2 away from faceplanting to the wall which he fixed by tugging you back to himself by your hair, but he stopped thrusting and pulled out of you grabbing your hips to turn you around over the desk.

"... you didn't finish..." You sounded so meek and small even to your own ears.

You thought maybe the antidote worked already.

But he picked up your legs and wrapped them around his waist as he slid back inside you slowly, your eyes shutting as you shuddered. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Oh I'm way too far away from being finished with you."

♤

The fact that you couldn't walk properly for the next few days or the dark hickeys on your neck wasn't exactly the reason why you were not leaving your room while Tomoura was around, only sneaking out to grab something to eat while you were sure he was either busy or not around.

You didn't know how to face him.

It was your own idea to fuck but you kinda liked him more than just that and he was only under the influence of Aphrodisiac so... awkward. And so you were living peacefully in the shadows for now.

Until of course he had to call an emergency meeting for his next mission thing.

You sat there in the darkest farthest corner the whole time covering yourself up in your hoodie and curling up on yourself to look even smaller. You were even planning on sneaking away as soon as the meeting ended but that was canceled when he called out to you in the middle of the meeting.

Your heart dropped cause you were basically not listening only trying not to get caught staring at him.

"(Y/n), stay after the meeting and I'll let you know about the details."

You nodded and curled back up, dreading everything.

After the meeting you slowly made your way over to him, who was standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest so tightly his muscles were bulging.

You shook the thought away as you cleared your throat.

"Shigaraki?"

He frowned and you wanted to just find a hole to hide in, feeling the heat threatening to rush over your face.

"Whatever happened to Tomoura?"

"Oh... sorry..."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all!... it's all peachy..."

He narrowed his eyes as he gave you an overall look noticing the purple marks on your neck peaking from under the hoodie. His marks.

"Did I hurt you?"

Your eyes widened as you looked up and shook your head raising your hands.

"No no! I'm fine really!"

"You are avoiding me."

You blinked feeling very embarrassed.

"I'm n-not!"

"You are. You're always hanging around while I'm not on missions."

"I... yeah... probably...sorry..."

He raised an eyebrow tilting his head to the side as a hint of concern showed in his expression.

"I'm sorry if I forced myself onto you..."

You were shocked. Did he really think he was the one who initiated the whole thing?

"You didn't! I just... it's just..."

You sighed and looked away.

"I don't know how to face you is all."

"Why?"

"I really like you. And we just fucked... so..."

It was silent for a few seconds. So silent you could hear your heart break. You laughed it off and shook your hands.

"It's fine I'll get over it, just need tim-"

"I wasn't under the quirks influence after the 1st round."

You blinked in confusion, the blush finally victoriously creeping on your cheeks as you remembered the looong night.

"What?"

"I just wanted to keep fucking you, cause I thought I'd never get to do it again." He shrugged.

After a long few moments of you staring at him dumbfounded and struggling to believe him and him lightly fidgeting under your gaze and scratching the back of his neck nervously he finally realized what a stupid thing that was to say.

"What I meant to say and fucked it up, was, I like you too."