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Dragon Shigaraki in his half form

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shigaraki x afab!reader

tags: period sex, oral(f!recieving), fingering

warnings: this is a smut fic. | 18+ | MDNI / Ageless blogs DNI | if you can read the damn smut, you can read this <3 | I BLOCK

wc: 1k

a/n: for @rueclfer sorry this took like. 3 months

If there was anything you knew about Tomura, it was that he liked a challenge. Tomura was inexperienced in a lot of things, but he was a quick learner. Any new skills he could, in his words, "use to unlock things later in the skill tree," was worth it, in his mind.

One of the things Tomura was dead set on getting better at, was making you come in every way possible. For being a virgin when you met, he was pretty good at it. Good with his dick. Decent with his hands. Unbeknownst to you, there were a long list of other things he wanted to try.

Tomura's head was warm on your stomach as you each scrolled through you each scrolled through your phones in bed, when suddenly he turned to look up at you, interrupting your fingers as they carded through his hair.

"I wanna try eating you out next week."

You blinked at the abrupt change in topic. You were expecting him to say something about the dog video you both were watching. Not… this. You cleared your throat, heat rushing to your face. "Why wait till' next week?"

"You're on your period." He shrugged.

You knew your boyfriend. He wasn't the type to be grossed out by a little blood. Still, he must have noticed your confused expression, because he continued, "It's just," he hummed, cheek squished against the flesh of your stomach. "It'd be too easy if you're on your period."

His head jerked, bobbing up and down as you laughed. You pet at his scalp, affection in your voice. "Too easy? What does that mean?"

He shot you a glare, the same one he always shot you when he wanted you to take him seriously. "You're already wet from the blood. I wanna make you wet all on my own."

"Well," you pursed your lips in thought. "Isn't that a double-edged sword, though?"

"Go on."

"I mean," you hummed, thinking. "If we're using how wet I am to show how well you're doing, and this takes that indicator away, don't you have to pay attention to other things? Like how much I'm moaning, or my movements and stuff."

His scarred lips pursed, the way they did when he was lost in thought. You always thought it was cute when he made that expression.

Suddenly, Tomura grinned as sat up and rolled over, standing at the edge of the bed. "You've convinced me. Let's do it."

"Right now?" you were cut off as he grabbed you by the ankle, tugging you to him. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, the way it often did when he looked at you like this. Like you were his next level to beat.

"Stay put, I'm grabbing a towel."

Tomura was back in record time with the aforementioned towel, his grin from before still plastered on his face. Once it was laid out under you, and your sweatpants and underwear were off, he quickly got to work. Despite the cool bedroom air, the skin on your inner thighs felt warm. The heat of his mouth—of his tongue—biting and sucking marks into the skin of your inner thighs, warmed you more than enough.

You found yourself already gripping the bedsheets.

He must have known you'd like this. You liked sucking dark marks into the skin of his neck—liked the way it made him moan and squirm, like the way you were now. Tomura was always the type to observe and then apply—he was strategic, like that. This was his strategy—This was how he'd make you come.

Once he was satisfied with the way your chest heaved, uneven breaths and gasps like music to his ears, he moved onto the crest of your pussy. His breath was cool against your already puffy clit, hot from your arousal.

The first lick was soft, as if he was testing to see your reaction—a sharp inhale. The second was firmer, making your brows knit together and your throat tight as you called out his name.

You propped yourself up on your forearms to look down at Tomura, face nestled in the valley of your thighs as he lapped and sucked at you with an intense fervor.

"You're doing—" you cut yourself off with a moan, "you're doing great, Tomura." Sighing, you ran your fingers through the crest of his hairline, fingertips scratching lightly over the skin of his scalp. Tomura leaned into your touch, a low groan in the back of his throat sending vibrations to his tongue, the flat of it resting against your clit. You were really glad Tomura had the foresight to grab a towel—The warmth of his spit mixed with your blood dripped down your ass, absorbing into the towel beneath you.

You didn't realize how long his tongue was until he lapped at your entrance, gathering your wetness on his tongue, before flicking it upwards, the tip swirling around your clit. Slowly, he inserted his finger into your hole, facing minimal resistance. Then, he curled his finger up, where he knew you liked it. Adding a second finger, the two pumped even, languid strokes inside of you.

It felt like all you could do was moan and grasp at his hair, the sheets, anything for purchase. His tongue felt divine on your clit—pulling you apart in a way that left you threadbare.

The closer you got to coming—the more you cried out and writhed—the more Tomura sped up. He was determined, if anything, sucking and lapping at your clit with an increased intensity that numbed your brain.

His hands gripped your hips as you bucked against his face, riding out your orgasm with a cry.

He was gorgeous—and completely smug as he raised his head to look at you, blood and your arousal dripping down his chin. It stained his teeth as he grinned. "How'd I do?"

You pet his sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead, exposing his ruby-red eyes to the light. "You did great."

Clambering on top of you, you barely had time to notice the suspiciously large wet spot on the front of his shorts, before his mouth pressed into your own in possibly the most metallic, coppery kiss of your life.

Your nose scrunched as he pulled away, wiping off some of the transferred blood on your face. "Ew."

"Shut up, you love it," he laughed.

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The interrupt system in mass effect is truly so good and I wish more games would utilize it. It helps the player feel like cutscenes are things they participate in rather than things they watch AND allows you to indulge in the desire to tell someone running their mouth to shut the fuck up

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this is what playing mass effect as a non tech class feels like

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do you still call it enemies to lovers when they’re just two people who couldn’t stand one another on the first few meetings. or is there like a specific name for that kind of thing. because friends to lovers just doesnt feel right. but there’s nothing to be enemies about either.

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rb with whether people assume you’re older or younger than your actual age

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Nintendogs Chihuahua & Friends (2005)

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i miss him 🥹💔

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I want to talk to people but if I bother anyone they'll kill me. And I'm pretty bad at starting and continuing conversations

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I miss him 🙏

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This is really funny because it’s either Twice making a joke and taking the piss out of Dabi’s face or it means that that Dabi genuinely has a plastic surgeon, who must have just the most goth-leaning aesthetic 

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Same energy

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good news i'm the most fuckable person at this vehicular manslaughter

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dj run that track again before I take my own life