#shimura tenko/reader

[sugarwarachan]

touchstarved!shigaraki who doesn’t understand the yearning in his body when you sit next to him, this strange pull to close the distance

touchstarved!shigaraki who is still deeply, deeply terrified convinced that nothing good can come from touching him, so avoids touching you altogether

touchstarved!shigaraki who finally caves when you tell him he’s too fucking tense - “if rolling out the knots in my neck gets you to leave me the fuck alone -” (this idiot)

touchstarved!shigaraki who nearly cums in his pants when you tell him to lay on his belly, his nose in the sheets of your bed. you straddle his hips and he has to bite down on your pretty sheets to keep himself from moaning out loud

touchstarved!shigaraki who doesn’t realize he’s grinding his cock into your mattress as your fingers gently unlock the tension in his shoulders

touchstarved!shigaraki who cums the minute your fingernails scratch against his scalp, that slight zip of pain coupled with your tender touch making him see stars - “fuck fuck fuck it feels so good, don't you dare fucking stop”

touchstarved!shigaraki who becomes a whining, shuddering mess every time you get your hands on him

[moodyvoid]

Imagine you and Tomura are out on a mission, when you hear the distinct sound of crying— a baby crying.

You follow the noise and find a baby, lying on top of garbage bags in a dumpster.

You go to pick them up and Tomura stops you, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.

“We’re not leaving them here.” You argue, as if he’s stupid.

“You’re not seriously suggesting we take a baby back to the hideout? We’re not babysitters. The league isn’t a place for babies.” He argues back, as if you’re more stupid.

“Tomura, they’re a baby. They’re helpless… defenseless… vulnerable! What if it were you all alone in an alleyway, begging for help?” you ask.

Tomura pauses as he stares at you, his eyes drifting over to the baby, but his mind clearly fixated on something else.

He sees snippets of him walking the streets alone, small, and scared. Begging for someone— anyone— to do something. Like a nightmare, he remembers taking refuge in an alleyway, his tiny hands still covered in dried blood. Why won’t anyone help?—

“Tomura?” You ask, him snapping out of his thoughts. He looks down in his arms, realizing he’s holding the baby.

He quickly places the baby in your arms. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t handle playing house anymore.”

—

Cut to hours later, Tomura is sitting with the baby in his lap as he plays Mortal Kombat. “That’s called a Fatality.”

[rueclfer]

lost in translation // tomura shigaraki

when your desk-buddy is more useful than you thought

a/n: my shhaaayyyllaaaaaaa !!! been thinking about him lately <3 dorky dork hacker boy

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mha tag: @lotuslovers @babylambdietcoke @0skullyard0 @kaldurahms-lover @commonmisery @moonstonejpg @twoplayergaymers @simp-plague @xvilluis

[inumkii]

[location shared]

izuku, katsuki, shigaraki x reader (individual)

it’s late, you’re drunk, and you need a ride home. who are you calling?

notes: releasing this one out of the draft dungeons. written as a quirkless/college au. can be read as whatever. lets just suspend disbelief and pretend like shigaraki can drive. its hard for me to picture him getting his license

[bunnyyyuu]

SICKLY VICTORIAN CHILD — mha smau

cotains: izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijiro, touya, tomura

warnings: fluff, crack, timeskip! boys

[bbluefllame]

hcs on how I think mha characters sleep

contains: pure silly stupidness

characters: tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, keigo takami, izuku midoriya, toga himiko, plus one katsuki hc😭

note: LISTEN GANG I WAS SLEEPY BUT I COULDNT SKEEP SO I WAS LIKE OH EM GEE!!! keigo's went out of hand 😔😔😔

tomura shigaraki

- he usually sleeps in his normal attire, he has no energy to get up and change

- sleeps 4 hrs MAX

- his thumbs are always I mean always are covered by the rest of his fingers tightly, he probably decays mattresses every couple of months by accident

- either super light sleeper or super heavy no in-between, probably doesn't even sleep most of the time

- there's no pre-sleep routine. mf just plops down into the bed and blacks out OR he sleeps in his gaming chair😭

- if you're sleeping next to him, he would make sure he's facing the opposite side with his hands dangling at the edge of the bed just to make sure nothing happens to you.

- one thing that makes him black out is playing with his hair, like blackout like snore mimimimi type shit

- he's so still in his sleep, barely moves to the point you might think he's dead if he wasn't breathing‼️

- Overall he'd be a pretty good person to sleep next to (if he even sleeps) just make sure he doesn't have nightmares or everything is done and dusted (literally)

touya todoroki

- he either sleeps naked or something that can't snag on the staples/ irritate his scars (probably naked bcs have you seen his room?? ITS EMPTY EMPTY THERES NOTHING BESIDES HIS USUAL CLOTHES)

- I give him 5-6 hrs maybe then he wakes up but on nights where he's in too much pain, he takes a shit ton of painkillers and tries to sleep just to wake up 2 hrs later

-biggest snorer out there, complete opposite of tomura. esp w those lungs of his omg.

- you could be sleeping and BOOM 🚉 SNOREEEEEE HONKKKK you need earplugs with him, then he wakes up and goes "I don't snore, fuck you mean??"

- he tosses and turns 24/7 also he will 100% steal the blanket and kick you off, at this point it'd be more comfortable to sleep on the ground than to sleep next to him

- yk those videos where it's like someone tweaking while sleeping, like they roll around steal blankets and kick and stuff and do the craziest shit, yeah that's touya

- idk if he has a pre sleep routine I'm leaning towards it depends? he usually just makes sure his scars are clean so he doesn't get an infection and yk die!

- I conclude, a horrible person to sleep next to. Would much rather kms than tolerate a night of his torture!

keigo takami

- this bitch has 2 options, blackout the second he gets home in his hero attire, or if it's a day where he has to recover from an injury or something, these specific navy blue sweatpants and a black t-shirt

- depends on the day he's sleeping either 3 hrs or 9 hrs

- he doesn't snore but he talks in his sleep about the weirdest shit ever "noooo pls don't put me in the airfryer" he 100% has the weirdest fucking dreams to ever exist

- he never sleeps on his back, literally always on his stomach so his wings don't get in the way

- also on the topic of his wings, during said weird dreams if he's running away or something they start flapping and shit😭 it'd be so annoying to sleep next to him

- he sleepwalks 100% you look at that face and tell me he DOESNT?? he's a really light sleeper as well esp for nights where he might be called in

- definitely has a pre sleep routine (if he doesn't immediately blackout) ESP if you're living tg oh em gee, he'd have a longer skincare routine than you (tbf the skincare routine is kind of obligation from him to appeal to the civilians nd shit)

- he'd have a headband on his head pushing his hair back, washing his face, using a toner etcetera, and then going "baaaaaabeeee where'd you put my cosrx snail mucin, I know you used it" and he'd be all sassy and shit (twink cough cough sorry)

- if he's having a calm day, he's being the clingiest cutest little shit, you wanna go to eat? "nooo 5 minutes" . You wanna go to the bathroom? "Ugh be quick" while he's guarding the door waiting to tackle you and drag you back to bed. He's such a little (loving) shit

- he just lays there on top of you not willing to let go with a serene expression on his face, those days are rare though (fuck the commission 😠)

- random but he has some of the worst bed head you could ever see

- overall, kind of annoying to sleep next to (funny as well) but for him, who wouldn't tolerate it 🙏🏼

izuku midoriya

- before OFA bro used to get no sleep he'd have the most fucked up sleep schedule to ever exist ‼️‼️ like during weekends no sleep at all just staying up analyzing new heroes

- w OFA he's sleeping healthily or too much with the amount of energy he uses ESP in the first seasons when he breaks his bones a shit ton

- HIS SLEEP WEAR LMAOAOA funniest thing I've seen i don't have to say anything abt it 😭 a fucking shirt w " t-shirt" on it or sumn

- doesn't snore but moves a lot, and not even kicking?? just flipping side to side or clutching the blanket like he's a woman clutching her purse in the 1800s (no one's taking it from you calm down lil bro)

- occasionally he might talk but it's like 2 words then he flips to the other side

- no pre-sleep routine but that's bc he doesn't need one, his pre-sleep routine is studying or training, BUT bro has to be like wrapping his arms and hands at night or something bcs he's in pain (his arms are fucked up there's no way he doesn't have chronic pain)

- if you're forced to sleep next to each other (insert ur own fanfic idea of why) he would be so tense he'd have his hands by his side tryna not sleep so he doesn't annoy you, at this point, you'd be annoyed by how tense he is

- he's not a bad person to sleep next to tbf, just like he might be kinda annoying that's it

Toga Himiko

- she has pink pj's and everything she's such a cutie (some have blood on them but whoops accident!)

- she sleeps with plushies (her room is adorable. search it up pleek‼️), changes the plushie every night so "every single one of them feels loved"

- she sleeps pretty healthily although on the low side 6-7 hrs prolly, she's told by compress "You're a growing girl, you need your sleep" or something similar when she wakes up too early

- she's more giggles in her sleep rather than anything, maybe whispers a name then goes teehehehe, she's pretty calm in her sleep honestly

- she has a pre-sleep routine and it's adorable, if it's in the broke era she steals face masks (specifically hello kitty ones), moisturizers, toners, face washes and skips back to the base with a smile on her face

- has 100% forced a couple of the league members to use the face masks

- has music blasting (for some reason I see her playing like a g6 and bopping her head while putting stuff on) at 10 pm, she 100% has been forced to turn it off bcs it woke everyone up

- she's such a cuddly person as well but in the best way possible, before sleeping though 100% there's gonna be gossiping or just yapping tg

overall my favorite !! silliest girl to ever exist I luv her

bonus katsuki

- bro sleeps like a Victorian child dying from the plague, waiting for a true loves kiss type shit you'd see him and go "wtf okay disney princess😟"

[suksatoru]

'𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅'

╰┈➤ tomura shigaraki x reader

synopsis; he sleeps better when you're closer, and you don't want to leave him alone after the lights are off <3

Tomura had a habit of slipping his hand under your shirt. It was a simple gesture he found himself to enjoy a little too much - where he'd crook a single finger over to hold the fabric of your shirt before he slides his hand across the mounds of your stomach - laying his palm flat against your tummy as he felt the soft skin underneath

He didn't know why he enjoyed it so much - maybe it was the fact that he could actually hold someone so close to him and not destroy them. It was odd - hearing you giggle and tell him how ticklish the feeling was of his cold hands dancing across your stomach

How many people has he reduced to nothing with these cursed hands? Far too many. He'd expect any regular person to jerk away from his touch - to want to be as far away as possible. Yet here you were, placing your hand over his as you kiss the mole under his lips.

"Stop that! I told you I'm ticklish there." You whisper quietly, keeping your voice low to ensure nobody around you and Tomura awoke

Everyone in the League was forced to sleep in the same room tonight due to the terribly small hideout you all had found last minute - your sleeping bag ended up near Tomura's eventually, you were just too stubborn to sleep without him near you. He groaned quietly when he saw your grinning form standing over him with a pillow in hand - but he rolled over anyways, letting you slip into place beside him.

"Shut it. You're the one who came over here anyways." He mumbles, slowly circling his fingers over your skin as you reach your hand forward - brushing the hair falling onto his face and covering his eyes as his gaze catches onto you

"You're so weird." He mutters, before enclosing his arms around you and forcing your head into his shoulder as you muffle out a laugh - he tries to hold you there so you can't see the blush spreading across his cheeks from your previous gesture, locking his legs around you as you thrash against him

"Let go you freak!"

He tightens his hold, biting down gently on your shoulder and only further proving your point

He can't help but let that familiar slanted smile of his slip when you pout, rubbing the spot he bit with a quiet whine

"Freak." You mutter again, letting out a yawn as you lay your head against his shoulder - playing with the hem of Tomura's thin t-shirt as he watches you quietly

He sees the way you so freely lean into him - embracing all he had to offer with a tenderness he'd never experienced before. He almost wanted to kick you off - tell you to get away from him because you were being so naive and cuddling up against a monster. But a part of him has troubling believing he truly was a monster when you touch him so softly.

"Something wrong?" You whisper, delicate brows pulled together in concern as you gently tap his nose - he swats your hand away with a grunt before wrapping his arms around you again - this time, he makes sure to let his chin rest atop your head

"No."

The way he says it lets you know he has more to say - and you wait patiently, smiling against his skin as he finally lets out an annoyed sigh

"Why do you only sleep with me sometimes? Why not all the time? It's not fair. You're such a prick." He mutters, avoiding your gaze as you smile softly - gently poking his chest

"You're the one who says it's my fault you get no sleep when I- "

"But I like it that way!" He groans, growing frustrated as you sigh thoughtfully - tapping your chin with a hum as he furrows his brows

"I suppose I'll start sleeping with you every night. Only because you're whining like a baby."

He glares - but the look on his face resembles more of a pout than the threatening demeanor he was aiming for, and you laugh quietly

"Don't call me that."

"Mhm. Baby."

His face flushes when he hears your teasing tone - and you adore the absolutely priceless look in his eyes

"Go to sleep." You emphasize, nuzzling yourself back into the space between his neck and shoulder as he slowly wraps his arms around you - his body was tense as he muttered a quiet goodnight.

His hands carefully find the familiar bottom of your shirt - and he gently lifts the edge, sliding his hand up and over your stomach and never further as you drift off to sleep.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

tomura likes to just watch you. in a creepy but also not so creepy way.

and it doesn't have to be anything special, he's perfectly okay just watching you write something down for your classes or you scrolling on your phone or something and he'd be perfectly fine just looking at you from your bed. although he usually prefers hogging your work chair because it accommodates the nasty slouch i just know he has.

one leg crossed and even his head resting on his fist as he almost admires you. he doesn't look particularly pleased, but trust me he is. there's just something so intriguing about you just being you to him. and he won't say anything either, never expect him to. not even if you stare at him excepting a response he'll just look right back. unblinking. at most after an intense little staring session he'll croak out a "..what ?" and if you ask him what he's looking at he'll just shrug, tell you to "just keeping doing whatever you we're doing just now." and keep staring like a creepazoid.

[tmufruitss]

^ - ^

[satorusvoid]

shigaraki sees you in pigtails one time and becomes utterly obsessed. it’s the only thing he thinks about, and so it’s only natural that he requests you do that hairstyle when you’re about to have sex a few days after.

he insists that you get on top. “Ride my cock.” he simply says and you do as you’re told. you looked so beautiful in that moment, with his dick moving in and out of you, while he laid on his back with his arms behind his head, admiring the view you so generously gave him.

he almost cums at the sight of your pretty tits bouncing up and down with every move you made on top of him, along with your pigtails that moved freely, but he tries to hold himself back, afraid of embarrassing himself in front of you.

“Fuck, you look— mmh… so pretty like this.” he praises and you instantly blush at his words, attempting to lay on his chest to hide your face but he pulls you back by your hair. “No, no, wanna see your face when you cum.”

shigaraki believes he died and went to heaven when you eventually do cum on him, because the look on your face is indescribable.

when you come down from your high, you barely have enough time to recover, as he pulls you off of him and lays you face down, ass up. you hear him mumble a very faint “wanna try something else.”

he inserts himself inside you again, ramming his dick into you at a fast pace. you let out a loud moan of his name when he pulls at your pigtails, wrapping them around his hands, your head hanging awkwardly as your body shakes from each thrust of his length.

shigaraki spends the rest of the night filling you up with load after load of his warm cum, with the promise of doing this again soon.

[sugarwarachan]

the first time you sit on shigaraki tomura’s lap, he freezes. muscles tensing up, hands held rigid at his sides. don’t touch don’t touch don’t touch on a chant in his head.

you crane your neck to look back at him, beaming that loose, easy smile that makes him want to burn the whole world down just to keep you safe.

"just gettin’ comfy, tomu!" before you’re leaning back against his chest, the warmth of your body sinking into his bones.

it becomes routine to have you there, a comforting weight that buzzes through his head and zaps out thought. he dares himself to touch you, to drag his thumb over the soft skin of your hip. he doesn’t realize that he might have an effect on you too until you’re spinning on his lap and hugging his thigh between your legs, breath shaky against his ear.

"tomu—" you whine into the skin of his neck. he can already feel the heat of your pussy through your cute little pajama shorts.

"needy?" he scoffs, mostly to hide the disbelief, the joy—you’re needy for him. you’re fumbling for his cock, his hands, trying to find yourself relief that only he can bring you. his dick pulses against his stomach. "if you need it that badly, you can get yourself off like this, can’t you?"

you press kisses to his throat, and he practically short-circuits.

"yeah, but it’s better if you help me move."

the fact that it’s him you’re craving—shit, he's losing his damn mind.

he’s careful with his grip but that doesn’t mean it isn’t punishing, firm. he locks you in, dragging your slippery folds back and forth, watching the way your eyes flutter when you bump up against that bundle of nerves at the top.

"you like this," he breathes against you, something like a smile on his face. "you really like this?"

cums literally seconds later when he hears you say, “I love this”

[splishfish]

"Just The Tip..."

Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB Reader

❣ Summary: Drinking with the league leads to drunk fucking your boss?!

❣ Tags: Piv, Dub-con(?), unprotected sex, creampie, Doggy style, Drunk sex, idk what else

❣ WC: 1.3k

Tomura doesn’t quite remember how he got in this position, straddling your waist while your glossy pussy stares up at him. He thinks maybe he’s dreaming, but when your manicured hands reach back to spread your ass, exposing more of your syrupy cunt and winking hole, he’d rather think this is real.

His vision is blurry and spinning, alcohol running through his veins and he barely notices the way his hand is messily fisting his cock above your sugary pussy, droplets of precum meeting your own slick.

It’s hot, he notices. Sweat coats his forehead, small beads running down his neck and his forehead. Or maybe it’s just the alcohol. Ah. Alcohol. That’s right, he remembers now.

It was a normal night with the rest of the league, Compress, Dabi, you, and him drinking while making idle chatter. He remembers Toga and Twice in the background, playing games? He doesn’t remember. No. But he does remember the way you looked at him, the way your eyes glazed over when you asked Kurogiri for another drink too many, and how your lashes kissed your cheeks whenever they fluttered.

He remembers the hushed conversation you two were having, sitting a stool or two away from Dabi and Compress for privacy. Was it you who started the conversation? Yes, it had to have been. How else would he end up like this?

Your cheeks were flushed when you spoke, a mask of bashfulness decorated your face when you told him about your recent sex life, how little time you had to get laid, and how frustrated you had been lately. He silently nodded along, taking sips of his drink, each one longer than before, hoping the alcohol would eventually burn out the boner he had been forming.

He didn’t mean to get as drunk as he did. It was an accident. One too many drinks in an attempt to save himself from embarrassment, only to drunkenly blurt out he had never been laid before, cutting off your bitching and whining about how long it’s been since you got dicked down.

He saw it then, the way your eyes glossed over with satisfaction, eyeing him like a predator about to jump its prey. Though, he figured that wasn’t too far off from what really happened.

It became more blurry from there, memories that now feel like dreams swirling and tangling themselves together, making the past 10, no, 20 minutes a blur.

But it doesn’t matter. Or maybe it does, but he doesn’t care now. No, all he cares about now is the way your drunken body trembled with anticipation, your cunny clenching around nothing.

He could barely hear your slurred words, a line of drool falling from your lips as you pulled away from the pillow you laid on. Something about ‘just the tip’…

But as he pulled back the foreskin of his leaking tip, revealing the sensitive heart shaped head of his cock, he wondered if that would even be possible.

He felt so heavy, his arms shaking as he positioned himself on top of you, slowly nudging his tip between your honeyed lips and damn near collapsing at just the mere warmth of your cunny. He barely holds himself up, desperately rutting against your fluttering hole in an attempt to slip inside, but despite your excess of arousal, he just couldn’t get in.

It wasn’t until you lazily reached back and guided his cock into your welcoming cunt that he finally nudged his way in. A gasp left the both of you when he breached the little resistance of your pussy, and he could’ve swore he heard the sickenly sweet pop of your saccharine pussy swallowing him whole.

He let out a pathetic groan, high pitched and desperate as his eyes rolled back. Is this what pussy felt like? So warm and wet? So eager? So hot? No. No no no, this has to be heaven. There can’t be anything more blissful than the sloshing sounds your pussy makes when he just barely ruts his hips, slipping his cock just the tiniest bit deeper.

But as your hand reaches back and pushes against his pelvis, he remembers your words, ‘just the tip’. He scowls but obeys anyways, gently sliding the tip of his cock in and out of your fluttering hole. Shudders ran through his body, and even though he was barely inside, he already felt close to cumming.

With each click of your creamy pussy sucking and slurping on his cock, he felt his body grow weak. He can’t breathe, he couldn’t stand this stupid rule you set. Weren’t you complaining about how long it’d been since you’d gotten laid? So why? Why why why won’t you let him just fuck you?

Ah, but his alcohol-addled brain was too weak to think of a good excuse for you. Maybe there was no excuse. Maybe you were just waiting for him to just take you.

And who is he to deny you?

Without warning he pulled out, waiting for you to turn your head back with a confused expression, eyes glossy and needy before he rammed himself back inside, his unruly pubes meeting the swell of your ass.

A screech escaped your lips before he shoved your head back down into the pillow, collapsing on top of you when his body couldn’t keep up with the pleasure of your sopping cunny.

He held himself inside you for a few seconds, hands groping your plush skin as he tried to ground himself, trying to stop himself from cumming. Oh, he wasn’t expecting your pussy to grip him so tightly, a loud whine escaping your lips as you pathetically tried to fuck yourself on his still cock.

It took a muffled moan of his name for him to finally snap out of his trance, his hips reeling back before slamming into your pussy, over and over and over again, filling the room with the noise and smell of your sex.

He didn’t want to stop. No, he couldn’t stop. His hips had a mind of their own as he rammed into you, teeth clenching as his eyes found where your bodies meet. A coat of your cream lined his cock, strings of your pearly slick tangling into his baby blue pubes, looking like a sinful web of spider silk.

Ah. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted to keep himself inside you for the rest of his life, he never wanted to leave the warm embrace of your sloppy pussy. He could feel every clench of your bumpy insides, he could hear every pap pap pap! of his cock hitting the sweet nook of your cervix.

But his lack of stamina and experience was his inevitable downfall, his cock twitched and throbbed so so painfully as he tried to hold in his release, but as a shrill moan escaped your spit covered lips, he couldn’t stop the wave of ecstasy that flowed through him.

Spurt after spurt of cum filled your aching pussy, his balls tightened and resting against the fat of your clit, twitching with each release of his slimy spunk. A raspy moan escaped him, small pathetic ruts of his hips pushed his sperm deeper inside you shoving his cock past another barrier he didn’t even know you had, and right into the little opening to the inside your womb.

He trembled on top of you, eyes glazed over with euphoria as he slowly let his cock soften inside you, wanting to draw out the blissful feeling of your body.

It wasn’t until you weakly slapped at his side that he pulled out, a small trickle of his cum following his cock and painting your now puffy labia. He rolled off you, letting you slowly shuffle onto your back.

If he had any more strength, or maybe if he was sober, he might’ve popped another hard-on just from the sight of your face alone. Lips raw and red, glossed over in saliva, and eyes rolled back and hazy from the way he fucked you dumb.

It wasn’t until he heard your hoarse voice speak that he finally snapped out of his head.

“I…didn’t cum yet…”

…oops.

A/N: woooo! Back to my roots! I miss tomura omg i love him so much

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Taglist: @cluelydooly @girlshigaraki @amentallyillchild @marzzhal @skeletonblush @redr0sewrites @uekarashi

[slamonellaa]

Drew something inspired by this !!

[rueclfer]

what's my age again? // smau

a/n: happy (early) birthday scorpi anonnnn i hope youre still awake to see this lmao

keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki

[toji-bunny-girl]

subby panty sniffer loser!shigaraki i cant stop thinking abt 😖

Shigaraki has always hated you.

Ever since All For One brought you in, and your jaded eyes first met his—you’ve always goaded an odd, frustrating burn in him. At first, you both merely ignored each other’s presence. And he has always preferred that. Then things soon got annoying when you started cozying up to him and trying to be friends with him. It’s fucking irritating and the burn gets worst the closer you press yourself into his space.

All it took for you to switch it up was his unrequited demeanour to your friendliness. It’s a bit too easy, really. A harsh word or two and a sneer at your face already got him on your bitch-list—just like everyone else would.

Everybody’s the same.

And you’re nothing special. That’s what he tells himself, repeatedly, over the years. Even when the glow in his belly comes alive whenever you brush pass him, his eyes memorised the curves of your grown body behind the curtains of his shaggy hair and god—the sweet, head-spinning scent of your underwear that sends his nerves tingling.

Yes, you’re nothing but a pest. A pest who always leaves her clothes in the laundry room, and often finds her panties gone without a trace.

Stupid and forgetful and—

“What…the hell?”

The hair on his nape flew erect, prickly dots snaked beneath his skin in a shot the moment he heard your voice—laced in utter disbelief and disgust.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You weren’t supposed to collect your laundry this early yet. Weren’t you supposed to be training with All for One?!

“So, you’re the panty thief?” you sneered at him, the same way he would at you. You would’ve never in a million years even think of the scene in front of you—Shigaraki Tomura, who openly despises you, rubbing his cock with your panty? “What a joke.”

His pale face grew crimson red from the blood that rushed through his pulsing veins, his pride ripped from his clutch with every blink of your eyes soaking the embarrassing sight of him. God, he wanted to die right then and there. He shouldn’t have initially neared your laundry before, he should’ve ignored the tugging burn that urged him to touch the remnants that enveloped your bare body, and you shouldn’t have came here in the first place!

His thoughts are chasing after his sanity, and his heart threatened to beat its hard last. You’re nearing him and his sweating form with every dreadful step, and his body had the guts to feel…excited—his cock throbbed and the familiar burn came roaring through his vessels again.

Just what are you doing to him?

You snatched the damp piece of underwear from his grasp, soaked with his sticky precum, and his cockhead twitched from the lost warmth that previously hugged his shaft.

He’s now bare, blood continued to pump his cock hard as you stared at the mere size of his—length and girth you’d never thought would be hiding behind his dirty clothes; tip flushed in a pretty shade of pale pink, and veins that stemmed from the bush of light blue. His heartbeat thumped loud in his ears as you looked, and he almost lost of your words from the beating.

“Is this some kind of perverted hobby you have? I always knew you’re weird, but not to this extent,” you threw your underwear aside before shoving him, his back roughly bumped into the wall behind. Fuck, he doesn’t know what to say—and what to do other than to watch how you’re reacting to this twisted mess.

You’re staring at his twitching cock when his gaze flickered to your face, his hot panting hazed the air and it scorched your cheeks in a burnt shade. What are you thinking?

“It’s only fair for me to touch you after you’ve been jerking off to my panty, right?” it’s almost a reassurance for your own self than to him. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as you wrapped your hand around his throbbing member.

“W-What are you doing?!” he bit his bottom lip to muffle a moan, fingers curling into fists against the wall, nails poking into his flesh.

“Entertaining myself with a freak like you,” you snickered, stroking his veiny shaft with your cold fingers. Shigaraki shuddered to your touch, the nerve-numbing burn soaring through his stomach as his chest rose and fell quicker by the second.

“Get your d-dirty hand off of me,” his breath hitched as he stretched his throat, pushing his head against the cool wall. His toes curled as you pumped his length, and his nerves tingled from the sight of you staring at his cock with that look in your eyes.

“You seem to enjoy it, hm? I thought you hated me, I can’t believe you’ve been busting over my fucking panty. Do you have a crush on me or what?”

“Y-You…hngh—bitch!”

“I didn’t know a mutt could talk…much less call me a bitch?” your grip tightened, unforgivingly so around his slippery cockhead, earning a pretentious grunt—which tumbled out of his chapped lips in the form of a pathetic moan. “What was that? You sound like a little girl,” his cheeks burned in embarrassment as you made fun of him, your snickers ringing in his hazy mind, taunting the pleasure that piled over his nerves. “I want an apology, you perverted loser.”

“N-No way—nngh!” Shigaraki’s sweat-glazed body jolted from every painful twist of your fingers, his thighs shaking from the way you’ve been abusing his cock; flashes of bloody ruby glinted from behind his greasy bangs. It’s funny, really. He thought he looks all fierce and intimidating when actually, he’s nothing but a slutty mess holding back his drool.

“It’s not a fucking request,” your hand wretched his face closer to yours, his eyes nearly melting under your flinty gaze.

“F-Fuwah—aanh!” his hips drew backwards in creeping sensitivity, and a loud slick sound bounced off of the lewd-seen walls as your nails flicked in contact with his twitching red tip.

“You know I’m impatient, hm? So hurry,” your thumb hastily rubbed over his leaking slit, splattering his pre-cum all over the both of your clothes. His body shook into your arms, jerking and whining as his hands scrambled to hold onto you for support.

“Mmmgh! Haa—” his weight slopped onto your body, and his heavy head rest against your shoulder as you continued to stoke his throbbing fat girth with your tightening grip. “So—aangh! S-Sorry, m’sorry!”

“Aww, who knew you’d sound cute when you all whiney,” your other hand rose to tilt his chin, his ruby eyes glistening with tears of desperation, drool slipping past his mouth as he clenched his teeth. “What a pathetic face.”

His hips pistoned into your hand, clumsily rocking forward and messing up the fine rhythm of strokes you had, his moans sounding more and more breathy—you could tell he was at the near edge. Drawing your face closer to him, your soft lips met his cracked ones just as a crooked cry leaped out of his dry throat, and you could feel his hot cum shooting onto your shirt, staining your top white with the smell of him.

Shigaraki stayed unmoving, merely gulped as you licked and wet his lips with your tender tongue, your saliva mixing and dripping down his chin. The burn in him wasn’t just a flame anymore, it had exploded into chains of reaction—his heart squeezed and insides bursted into a sloppy, chaotic mess.

Does he have a crush on you?

[moodyvoid]

You and the League of Villains meet someone with a quirk that can show people alternate life paths if things had turned out differently.

Everyone’s a little “ehhh idk” about trying it, so Shigaraki, being the leader, is willing to go first.

He sees himself growing up, getting away from his abusive household, and leading a normal life.

Shigaraki is like, this is pretty mundane.

Until he starts seeing images of himself with someone else— you. He sees you kiss him and he’s in complete disbelief.

The images fade away and he’s already demanding another go, “Show me another path.”

In the next one he has the decay quirk, but he’s a rescue hero. He works alongside another hero— you, again. He sees you holding his hand and he’s still in disbelief.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

Afterwards, Shigaraki knows that everything he saw is unattainable—

His eyes drift over to you and he keeps replaying the intimate moments in his head.

Except you.