This Is So Toxic But Somehow Canon !😭✋✋

I'm going to cry

i spend so many time on the Tomura x oc and i hate it...i know its not that bad but i hate it so much 💀🤌✨

Smut headcanons for my babygirls [Dabi & Shigaraki]

(PLEASE IGNORE THE TITLE–)

TW: Mentions of captivity, noncon, degrading

Reader has gender neutral pronouns with afab body

Toya Todoroki Dabi

-Alright, so Dabi sure does like his piercings, doesn't he? Ear piercings, nose piercings, I guess the surgical staples might count as piercings? You get what I'm trying to say. Anyway Dabi most certainly has a Jacob's ladder. Do with that what you will.

-He may or may not force you to get your tits pierced. He'll do it himself.

-I think he would be around 6 inches exactly, and he doesn't shave. He doesn't care about his hair being white down there, you ain't gonna tell nobody.

-He especially loves your thighs. Nibbling on the flesh, licking his way up until he reaches your cunt. Maybe some light burn marks, if you beg him. He loves it when you beg.

-Caress his scars during sex and he will melt.

-Sex drive is low. Surprising, right? He's a flirty scumbag but most of the time it's just to get a reaction outta you. He just wants cuddles. He's a big softie.

-Most of the time.

-I mean what do you expect? For him to burn and rape you every day? Hell no! My boy needs affection. You're the only person for him, and he will cherish you. His family didn't love him, so he gets that love from you.

-Now, while we're mentioning rape... Dabi isn't against that. He prefers it consensual but he won't hesitate if he's hot 'n bothered.

-No he does not use sex as a punishment.

-The pace differs if it's consensual or not. He'll be rough if you agree to it, it's what you signed up for. But if he's nonconning you, it will be the softest noncon. He'll have you ride him, hands on your hips as he so gently thrusts up into your wet pussy. Praise, praise, praise. He's so gentle.

-Now his aftercare is a little lazy. Grabs a cigarette from the pack on his desk, taking a long drag from it, and pulls you down with him so you can lay on his bare chest.

-Dabi's a villain but he doesn't want you to fear him. Until you try to run away, but that's a story for a different time.

"Hush, baby, shh. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just making you feel good, my flame. You'll thank me later. Please just enjoy it."

Tenko Shimura Tomura Shigaraki

-Shigaraki doesn't have any piercings, unlike Dabi. But you know what he does have? A collar and leash. He'll strap that pretty pink collar around your neck, and yank on the leash when you don't give him exactly what he wants.

-He's a tits man. He doesn't care how big they are, how small they are, he likes sucking on them. And biting them. And groping them. He likes tits.

-Shigaraki went through several body modifications while he was going through his procedure in season six, didn't he? Well along with his muscles, his dick also grew a bit in size, going from 5.7 inches to 6.3 inches. It's gonna take some time to get used to, but don't worry, he'll teach you how to take it.

-His hair down there changes colour along with the hair on his head. You know because he doesn't shave, either. He honestly can't be fucked doing it. Lazy ass.

-High sex drive. Very high sex drive. You can't blame him, man has probably never seen pussy irl. Very horny.

-Now... Similarly to Dabi, Shigaraki loves and craves your affection. Unfortunately though, Shigaraki is a lot more sadistic than Dabi.

-Which means yes, he will also rape you. But not gently like Dabi. He's rough, aggressive, dominant, he'll tie you down if he has to. He doesn't ask for consent either. He'll just get on top of you and decay your clothes, and you'll know exactly what's about to happen to you the moment you notice the bulge in his jeans.

-Sex is also used for punishments, though it's mainly used for more severe rule breaking, like attempting to call the police.

-He's very degrading. He likes to call you a variety of names, including slut, whore, pet, cumslave, etc etc.

-Dacryphilia fetish.

-But don't worry, it's not all bad. See, if you've read my previous works (mainly on Wattpad), you'll know that Shigaraki gets more sweet when you comply with his demands. Even if it takes months, years, to get used to his rules, he'll reward you if you're a good captive.

-Likewise, his aftercare is very good. Almost as if he wants to make up for the assault with affection. He'll get you a nice, cold glass of fresh water, and once you finish that, he'll carry you to the bathroom and bathe you. Then the rest of the night is spent in his embrace, and he always stays up for hours after you fall asleep. Just gently caressing and kissing your hair.

-He's sadistic and twisted but he still cares about you.

"Awh, are you crying? Don't like what I'm doing to you? Too fucking bad. I own every inch of your body, so scream for me bitch."

Author's Note: That feeling you get when you put lots of effort into a post but turns out it's really short :(

Yay team pokemon fire✨✨✨ma fav is Blaziken idk how to say his started in english

Love Like Ghosts (Chapter 15) -- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

You knew the empty house in a quiet neighborhood was too good to be true, but you were so desperate to get out of your tiny apartment that you didn't care, and now you find yourself sharing space with something inhuman and immensely powerful. As you struggle to coexist with a ghost whose intentions you're unsure of, you find yourself drawn unwillingly into the upside-down world of spirits and conjurers, and becoming part of a neighborhood whose existence depends on your house staying exactly as it is, forever.

But ghosts can change, just like people can. And as your feelings and your ghost's become more complex and intertwined, everything else begins to crumble. (cross-posted to Ao3)

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Chapter 15

There’s something wrong with your house, but you knew that when you bought it. Right now the thing that’s wrong with your house isn’t the ghost who haunts it, but the fact that said ghost is on day five of an extended sulk. With every day closer to your departure, Tomura’s gotten mopier, and no matter how many times you explain to him that you’ll only be gone for two days, it doesn’t seem to stick.

It’s Friday morning, and you’re leaving directly after work, which means you have to say goodbye to Tomura this morning. He’s not making it easy. “Someone else can go. Aizawa can go,” he complains. “I don’t see why you have to.”

“I’m the one who started looking into this. And Aizawa has kids to look after.” You finish packing your bag and zip it up. “Are you sure you’re okay to watch Phantom? Spinner said he would –”

“I know to feed her and play with her and let her out. I’m way better at taking care of our dog than Spinner.” Tomura is scowling worse than before, and you feel slightly guilty. You like hearing Tomura say that Phantom is both of yours, but that’s not a good enough reason to wind him up. “Why do you have to stay away that long?”

“It’s going to take me six hours to get there. I won’t be there until midnight tonight. I’ll take all of Saturday and some of the next day going over the documents, and I’ll be back late on Sunday.” You pick up your bag and start down the stairs. “I don’t like being away, either. I like it here.”

“Then don’t leave.”

“I have to.” You set your bag down by the front door, then crouch down to say goodbye to Phantom. You haven’t left her alone for this long in a while, and you’re going to miss her. If it wasn’t for Tomura, there’s no way you’d take this trip.

Tomura didn’t follow you down the stairs, and you hear his voice echo through a house that already feels a little too empty. “I won’t have anybody to talk to.”

You thought about that, too. You thought about it and decided that not talking to Tomura for two days wasn’t something you were prepared to tolerate. “Can you come down here? I’ve got something for you.”

Tomura’s footsteps are slow, almost reluctant, as he makes his way down the stairs. “What is it?” he asks. You don’t answer – you’re too busy searching through your hall closet for a bag you stashed there months ago. “If you want me to kiss you before you leave, just say that. Don’t act weird and –”

He stops talking when he sees the bag you’re holding out. “It’s a present,” you say. “Sort of. Open it.”

Tomura’s not very good at opening presents. He shreds the bag, followed by the box, and a charger cable and a pair of headphones fall out and clatter to the floor. He avoids dropping the main event, if nothing else – the smartphone remains in the palm of his hand, and he stares at it suspiciously. “This is for me?”

“We can set it up really quick right now.” If you were smart, you’d have done this last night, but last night you were busy – not with sex, which would have at least been fun, but with trying to snap Tomura out of his over-the-top bad mood. You beckon him closer and he hovers over your shoulder as you start the process. “See, this is your profile. What do you want to set your name as?”

“My name.” Tomura watches as you set it. “Now what?”

You adjust his phone so it’ll always be on battery saver, hook it up to the WiFi so he won’t burn through all your data, and mute all his alert sounds. “Now we’re going to get you some contacts. People you can call or text if you need to.”

You probably spent a lot more time than necessary thinking about whose numbers you should give to Tomura. You ruled out Dabi’s and Hizashi’s instantly – the last thing you want to do is give Tomura the ability to start fights with either of them whenever he wants. Giving Tomura Keigo’s number is risky, but you’re pretty sure Dabi doesn’t know Keigo’s passcode. Tomura gets Aizawa’s number, and Spinner’s, and Jin and Jin’s mom. Jin’s mom, after pleading from Himiko and significant hesitation, agreed to let you add Himiko’s number to Tomura’s phone. You add the other ghosts, too, even though Tomura doesn’t really need a phone to talk to any of them. Last of all, you add Mr. Yagi.

Tomura doesn’t like that. “I don’t want him on my phone. Get rid of him.”

“You don’t ever have to call him,” you say. “It’s just in case.”

“In case what?”

You don’t really know. Tomura makes an irritated noise. “I want Izuku’s number.”

“You can’t have Izuku’s number. Even I don’t have it.” You wouldn’t want it, honestly. Giving Izuku unlimited opportunities to text you or Tomura feels like a stunningly bad idea. “Okay, that’s everybody. Only text them if it’s important, not to start fights. I don’t want to have to fix the fence again.”

“I know,” Tomura says, annoyed. He studies his phone, then looks up at you. “Where are you? Are you in here?”

“I’ve been texting you all the contacts.” You tap your number. “This one is me. You can name me something if you want.”

You show him how to edit the contact, then watch with a little too much interest as he selects a name. He hesitates for a long time, then looks at you. “What am I in your phone?”

“Um –” You added him as a contact already. You hold out the phone for him to examine, and he studies it like he’s reading a textbook. “It’s just your name. Tomura. See? I thought about adding the ghost emoji, but that would have been silly. I can add it if you want.”

Tomura shakes his head, then sets your phone aside and types your name into his as your contact. Which is fine. Except then he adds a display name – My Human. “Hey,” you complain. “Don’t do that. I used your name.”

He smirks. Part of you wants to change his display name to something like “my asshole ghost” to return fire, but before you can say anything, Keigo honks his car horn and hollers from outside. “Hey, if we’re going, we need to go now!”

“We’re going!” you shout back. You pick up your bag and your work backpack and race out to his car. You’re about to get in when you realize you haven’t said goodbye to Tomura yet. And that you’re missing your phone. “Shit –”

“I have your stupid phone.” Tomura’s on the other side of the fence. You reach for it, but he holds it just out of range. “I want a kiss first.”

“I was going to kiss you anyway,” you say. You lean across the property line, grasp his shoulder to pull him closer, and kiss him goodbye. You don’t stop until Keigo honks the horn again.

You’ve been in relationships before, but none of your exes ever insisted on a goodbye kiss when you had to leave for more than a day, let alone a goodbye kiss in full view of the entire neighborhood. You’re a little giddy on the drive to work, and Keigo, to his credit, doesn’t rib you too much about it. “He knows you’re not going off to war, right?”

“He knows.” You slouch down in the passenger seat. “He’s been moping all week. Did Touya do that?”

“When I was gone for too long, Touya broke out of the house,” Keigo says. Your jaw drops. “He and a bunch of other ghosts haunted this old-style family compound, and each of them was confined to a specific area. He broke out of his and into somebody else’s. You can guess how that went. So that ghost broke out of their assigned haunt, and then –”

You remember what Keigo said about ghost fights. “How many ghosts were there, total?”

“Six.” Keigo winces. “I moved pretty fast after that.”

Dabi sounds like he was a lot to deal with even back when he was Touya. A terrible thought occurs to you. “You don’t think Tomura would –”

“You told him where you were going,” Keigo points out. “And you got him a phone so he can talk to you. When it was me I just dipped for a day or two. I had no idea Touya was going to take it like that.”

“So that was kind of early on for you guys?”

“I guess.” Keigo sighs. You’re at a stoplight, and he hits his head lightly against the steering wheel. “Anyway, that one was on me. If he’d been a normal roommate I would have told him where I was going. So I think you’re probably fine. But we’ll let you know if anything weird starts happening.”

You’re hoping it won’t. You change the subject. “Thanks for giving me a ride. Parking in the station lot for two days was going to be expensive.”

“No problem. I was headed this way anyway,” Keigo says. “It’s better that you’re taking the train than driving. Less expensive.”

“It’s harder to track, too,” you say. “I don’t think anybody’s watching, but – still. Better safe than sorry.”

“Definitely,” Keigo agrees. He merges onto the highway and floors it to a speed he swears the cops don’t pull people over for. “Nobody wants a repeat of last time.”

You’re hoping to avoid it. That’s what this trip is about. When you shared the idea with Mr. Yagi and Aizawa, they both approved, although they both suggested that they should go instead of you. You held your ground. Even fifteen years after his embodiment, Mr. Yagi has a reputation among ghosts, and Aizawa’s carrying around Hizashi’s marks with no conjurer-forged bracelets to conceal them. Besides, you’re the one who found the asylum, who found Shigaraki Yoichi. Since there’s basically nothing else you can do to help, you want to see this through.

But that doesn’t mean you’re looking forward to the trip. In fact, your dread of it increases throughout the day, until you’re dragging your feet along with your suitcase as you walk to the train. Some part of you knows the dread is irrational, but it’s hard to shake, and it’s got nothing at all to do with conjurers, asylums, or ghosts. The city nearest to the asylum is the one your parents moved to, after you went to college and they sold the house you grew up in. And you and your parents have an agreement to check in whenever you’re in the same city as they are. When you texted them to tell them you’d be there for the weekend, they told you to cancel your hotel reservation and invited you to stay with them.

It’s been over two years since you last saw them. Last time it was awkward, and it was awkward the time before that, too. Your parents’ ambitions for you included a college degree and financial independence, and once you hit those milestones, it was clear at least to you that they have no idea what to make of you. But turning down their offer of a place to stay would have made things worse, and besides, hotel rooms are expensive. Saving money is worth an awkward weekend at your parents’ new home. You’ve never been there before.

You doze on and off on the train, waking up at every stop and checking your phone. Tomura hasn’t texted you, but then again, why would he? He existed in the house alone long before you were even born. Maybe he’s figuring out that he likes the peace and quiet, too.

The thought doesn’t sit well with you, and you’re crabby for the rest of the ride, although you do your best to shake it off once you arrive. The meeting with your parents will be difficult enough without you being irritated at the ghost in your house at the same time. It’s just past eleven-thirty as you make the short walk to your parents’ house from the station, your stomach growling the entire way. You’ll have to order in from somewhere once you’re settled for the night.

Their house is in a small new development, multiple homes clustered around a large central courtyard. You step through the gate and make your way across it to your parents’ front door. You check your phone one last time, ordering yourself not to be disappointed when you see that Tomura hasn’t reached out. Then you raise one hand and press the doorbell.

The door swings open almost immediately, and your father smiles at you in a way that gives you pause. He reaches out and lifts your suitcase out of your hand, then pulls you into the house and into a hug shortly afterward. For lack of anything better to do, you hug him back.

He’s smaller than you remember. More frail, and there’s more grey in his hair. How old are your parents now? Pushing seventy – they had you late, and you’ve always had the impression that you were sort of an accident. “It’s been too long,” your father says to you. He waits while you take off your shoes, then beckons you further down the hall. “Come along. We held back dinner so we could eat together.”

That doesn’t sound right. You rarely ate with both parents at once when you were a kid; family mealtimes were no one’s priority, and you ate with whichever parent was in the house at dinnertime, or you ate alone. “Why?”

Your father gives you an odd look. “It’s been too long,” he says again, as if the distance is all your fault, as if they couldn’t have reached out just as easily. “And it seems you’ll be very busy this weekend. This might be the only time we can catch up.”

“I have a lot to do,” you admit. Your father sets your suitcase down just inside the door of a room and continues down the hall. You can smell food cooking. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

Your mother is busy in the kitchen, but when you go to help her, she waves you off, under instructions to wash your hands and get settled. “I’m making your favorite,” she tells you, and smiles. But then you see the smile waver. “Is it still your favorite?”

“I make it all the time,” you say. “It never tastes quite like yours.”

Tomura’s observed you working on the recipe more than once, and he always makes fun of you for changing it each time. No matter what you change, you can’t make it taste right, but maybe – “If you won’t let me help, can I stay and watch?”

“Of course,” your mother says. “It’s been too long.”

You wish they’d both stop saying that. If they wanted you to talk to them more now, they should have talked to you when you were a kid. Hizashi’s words pop into your head, like they do every so often: Mommy and Daddy didn’t love you enough. Maybe they didn’t. Or maybe they just didn’t know what to do with a kid once they had one.

Your phone makes the sad chiming sound that tells you it’s running low on battery, and you dig up your charger and plug it in, leaving it balanced on the corner of the kitchen counter as you watch your mom cook. Watching her, it’s easy to see where you went wrong in the recipe, or where you went wrong by following the recipe – there are spices your mom uses that are nowhere to be found on the ingredient list. You didn’t watch her cook very often as a kid. Maybe you should have asked if you could help.

The three of you sit down to dinner, and it’s beyond weird. The family dinners you remember were full of silence, but it’s been over two years since you last saw your parents, which means there’s a lot to talk about. You’re not sure how to talk about your life now, so you ask your parents about theirs, and hear that your dad’s retired but your mom is working part-time teaching English at a local middle school. They like their neighbors a lot. In fact, they want you to meet their neighbors tomorrow night. Apparently the neighbors have been asking about you.

“We told them a little, but you’re so busy that we haven’t talked in a while,” your mom says. Now you get why they invited you to stay here. Not knowing what your only child is up to looks pretty bad. “How have things been for you? Are you still working in the public defenders’ office?”

“What about law school?” Your dad takes a sip of his drink. Sometime in the last three years, your parents got sort of into fancy wine. “Are you still planning to go back?”

“Yeah. Money’s still an issue. I had a hard time saving with how high my rent was.” You try your own wine, but you don’t know enough about wine to know if it’s any good. “I bought a house, though. So I guess that’s new.”

It’s quiet for a bit. When you look up from your plate, you find your parents staring at you with their jaws dropped. “You bought a house?” your mother repeats. “You can’t afford law school. How can you afford a house?”

“I didn’t have enough for law school. I had enough for a downpayment,” you say. “My mortgage payments are cheaper than my rent was.”

“That’s hard to imagine. Is it in a good neighborhood?” your dad asks. “If it isn’t – what’s funny?”

Your neighborhood, being good. “There are five other houses besides mine. Three of them have families in them. They’ve been really nice to me, mostly. We all get together sometimes.”

“What for?”

Strategy sessions. Ghost fights on the sidewalk. Conjurer ambushes that end with half the street wrecked and some of you injured. “Just regular stuff. I went to one of the kids’ parties last weekend. I brought Phantom. She was a hit.”

“Who?”

“My dog,” you say. “I’d just gotten her the last time we talked. Don’t you remember?”

“She sent us a picture,” your dad reminds your mom, while you tamp down your frustration. “Is someone looking after her this weekend?”

“Yeah. My –” The stumbling block of how to describe Tomura temporarily breaks your brain. “A friend.”

You covered it well, you think – but you weren’t fast enough. “What kind of friend?” your mother asks, way too interested. “A special friend?”

“God, Mom. No.” You imagine the look on Tomura’s face if he heard someone refer to him as your “special friend” and experience a brief but powerful urge to crawl into a vent and die. “A friend. Really, I could have asked anybody in the neighborhood. They’re all really – nice.”

“A house,” your father muses. “In a good neighborhood. You must have a lot of friends over.”

You can’t tell if he’s needling you or not. He knows you’ve never been the type to have a lot of friends. “It’s kind of a ways out from where everybody else lives. Most people don’t like driving that far.”

“Oh, so that’s how you could afford it.”

You could afford it because it’s so goddamn haunted that nobody else wanted it, and the only reason you kept it is because the ghost who haunts it let you stay. “I don’t mind. I’d rather drive than have roommates and a landlord.”

Your father nods sagely. Your mother’s on a different track. “What about dating? Is there anybody special?”

“No,” you say, lying your ass off. “I’m not seeing anybody.”

Your phone starts ringing on the counter, but you ignore it, and so do your parents. “I don’t want to rush you, but you ought to get a move on, don’t you think?” your mother presses. “You’re going to be twenty-seven soon. If you don’t hurry up, all the good ones will be gone. Don’t you want to settle down?”

“I’m as settled down as I’m going to get,” you say. Your phone starts ringing again, and you ignore it again, even though you’d almost take a telemarketer over this conversation. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“You’re not disappointing us if that’s what makes you happy,” your dad says, and you’re impressed for about two seconds before he ruins it. “Are you sure that’s what will make you happy? What about –”

“What about kids?” your mother breaks in, looking honestly distressed. “Don’t you want kids? You’d be such a good mom –”

You would possibly be the worst mom on the planet. Your phone starts ringing again. “Are you going to get that?” your dad asks.

You should. Three calls in a row means it’s important, but this line of questioning from your parents is pissing you off, which means you’re not in the mood to do anything you should be doing. “Nope.”

“I’ll get it,” your mom announces. She picks up the phone and gasps. “Who’s Tomura?”

Your stomach drops like you’ve been kicked off a building. “Nobody,” you say. “He’s –”

“I knew you had a special friend!”

“He’s not a special friend!”

Your mom brandishes your phone, triumphant. “Then why is there a heart next to his name?”

He wouldn’t. He – you stare at the screen of your phone, and sure enough, there’s Tomura’s name on the caller ID, complete with an obnoxiously red heart emoji. You’re going to kill him. You seize the phone, accept the call, and press it to your ear. “What?”

Tomura sounds unfathomably sulky when he answers. “You got me the phone so we can talk while you aren’t here. Why didn’t you pick up?”

“I’m having dinner with my parents. It’s rude to pick up the phone at dinner.” You’re conscious of your parents staring at you with identical gleeful looks on their faces. “Just like it’s rude to call somebody three times in a row. What was so important?”

“You didn’t call me all day.”

“You didn’t call me, either,” you point out, trying not to lose your temper. If he had called you, you’d have noticed his little edit to his contact and gotten rid of it. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine. Phantom ate and everything.” Tomura’s quiet for a second. “You have parents?”

“Yesh,” you say. Did you tell him that’s who you were staying with? You don’t remember. “I’m staying with them, not at the hotel. They invited me.”

Tomura swears under his breath. You can hear him rustling around, but you’re not sure what he’s doing, and the longer you give your parents to prep for their interrogation, the worse it’s going to be for you. “Can I call you back in a little bit? I do want to talk to you. I just – can’t right now.”

“How long is a little bit?”

“I don’t know,” you say hopelessly. Why does it matter? It’s not like he’s going to fall asleep. “I will, though. I promise. I miss you.”

The words leave your mouth before you can really think them through, but it’s the truth. You do miss Tomura. You miss him extra right now, and you’re not looking forward to falling asleep without his presence lurking somewhere in the room. When you wake up from nightmares of the world between, he and Phantom are the only things that make you feel better. “I miss you, too,” Tomura says. Then he hangs up the phone.

You set it aside, then turn back to face your parents. “So,” your mother says, grinning, “who’s Tomura?”

Your ghost. The reason why you don’t date anymore. The reason why you’re as settled as you’re ever going to be and the reason why your parents aren’t getting grandkids and the reason you’re here at all in the first place. There’s no way to explain him that your parents will understand, so you pick the one thing they will understand, even if it’s sort of wrong. “My boyfriend.”

You stagger off to bed forty-five minutes later, feeling like you’ve been run over by a train. Your mom had lots of questions – about where you met Tomura, how long you’ve been seeing him, what he looks like, what he does for a living – almost all of which you had to lie about. You’re going to have to remember all those lies later, too. Your dad was more concerned about why you’d lie about having a boyfriend, at which point you lost patience a little bit and said that the conversation the three of you just had about it was all the reason you needed. Then your mom said she wanted to meet him, and you decided it was time to start clearing the table.

They have a guest room, which is where you’re staying. You get ready for bed, go inside, and shut the door before checking your phone again. You’ve got messages from Tomura – and from Keigo. You open Keigo’s first and grimace when you see what it says. The lights in your house are going berserk right now. If he’s trying to get ahold of you, you should pick up the phone.

Keigo sent a video, too. In it, the lights inside your house are flickering wildly, and the entire property seems to be surrounded by some kind of weird, wavering forcefield. Great. You check Tomura’s texts next. He wants to know where you are. Why you haven’t called him. Then there are a few texts of him winding himself up over reasons why you haven’t called him, externalizing a thought process you would have kept to yourself if it killed you, before it occurs to him that something might have happened to you. At which point the phone calls started. You dig your headphones out of your backpack, put them on, plug them in, and call Tomura back.

He picks up halfway through the first ring, and you start talking first. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad. I just wasn’t planning to tell my parents about you, and because you called me when you did – and because you put that emoji in your display name – they found out.”

“Why does it matter if they found out?” Tomura asks. “Why don’t you want to tell them about me?”

You almost point out that you said you weren’t planning to, not that you didn’t want to, but Tomura knows what you really meant. He knows you better than you think he does. “You’re hard to explain,” you say. “To people who don’t know about ghosts. It wouldn’t make sense to them.”

“Why not?” Tomura’s climbing the stairs. You can hear them creaking under his feet. “You’re my human. Not the kind of human Spinner and Jin are. The kind Aizawa is.”

“The kind Keigo is,” you correct. Tomura makes an irritated sound. “Aizawa and Hizashi are married.”

“So what? You’re that kind of human. That’s not hard to explain.”

Maybe it isn’t. Maybe you’re making this more complicated than it needs to be. “I told my parents you’re my boyfriend. I hope that’s okay.”

“Boyfriend,” Tomura repeats, like he’s never heard it before – but when he speaks up again, it’s clear he’s got a handle on what it means. “If that’s what you have to call it so people understand, fine. As long as they know you’re my human.”

You could probably play off Tomura calling you his human as a cute nickname or something, but you’d really prefer not to have to do that. “If I tell people you’re my boyfriend, they’ll understand for sure.”

“Good.”

There’s some rustling around on Tomura’s end of the line. “What are you doing?”  you ask. “Where are you?”

There’s a prolonged silence, which means Tomura’s somewhere he thinks he’s not supposed to be. There aren’t many options left these days. “You’re on the bed, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. So what?” More rustling. “It’s weird that you’re not here. I hate it.”

“I don’t like it, either,” you admit. When you close your eyes, it’s easy to picture Tomura stretched out on your side of the bed, taking up the space you usually would, head resting on your pillow. “Maybe there won’t be as much to go through tomorrow as I thought and I can get home tomorrow night instead.”

“The sooner you come back, the better.” Phantom’s collar rattles in the background of the call, and you know she’s jumped up on the bed with Tomura. “Spinner came over. He said I needed a game that wasn’t Rainbow Fish, so he gave me one and taught me how to play it. It’s – Pokémon?”

“He gave you something to play it on, too, right?” You need to thank Spinner. “What do you think of it?”

“It’s okay. The music is weird.” Tomura’s voice fades for a second, and you can hear Phantom slobbering into the microphone. “It was more fun before he left. I don’t like playing games alone.”

“You can ask him back over. I bet he wouldn’t mind,” you say. “Which starter did you pick? Fire, water, or grass?”

“Fire,” Tomura says. You could have guessed that. “My rival had water, though. I should have picked grass.”

“If you picked grass, your rival would have picked fire.”

“So they always pick the one that can beat yours?” Tomura sounds honestly pissed at the unfairness, and it makes you smile. “That’s stupid.”

“It would be boring if it was too easy,” you say. Tomura complains under his breath. “And they can’t beat you if you build a good team. I used to play that a lot as a kid. I can help if you want.”

“I don’t need help,” Tomura says. “You can watch if you want.”

“That sounds nice.” You imagine sitting next to Tomura with your head on his shoulder, letting the goofy Pokémon music lull you into a doze. It’s a weirdly relaxing image. You find yourself swallowing a yawn. “Sorry –”

“Go to sleep. If you don’t you’ll be slow, and then you’ll have to stay the extra day.” Tomura sounds annoyed, but he sounds annoyed any time you have to end an interaction before he wants it to end, so you’re used to it. What you’re not used to is what he says next. “If you have one of your nightmares, don’t just lay there doing that weird shivering thing. Call me.”

You lie there for a moment, stunned. You’ve never mentioned the nightmares to him. You never breathed a word. “How did you know?”

“I know what sounds you make in your sleep. When you’re having a nightmare they’re wrong.” Tomura’s quiet for a moment. “Don’t just lay there. Call.”

Your throat feels tight. “Okay.”

Tomura hangs up. You pull your headphones out of your ears, set your phone down on the nightstand, and squeeze your eyes shut. You don’t need to cry. There’s no reason why your eyes should well up.

You’re in your parents’ house. It’s a new house, but it feels the same as the old house. Even though your parents listen now. Even though they care about what’s going on in your life – for their own reasons, sure, but they care – your family is still the same way it’s always been. Quiet. Distant. Sterile. Your parents have seemed happier the last few times you’ve seen them. You’ve never admitted it out loud, to anyone, but you think they’ve been happier since you moved out, because you moved out. And that was okay with you. The last time you went back to visit, it was fine.

It’s not fine anymore – not because they’re different, but because you are. You remember Tomura saying once that he didn’t care about being alone before, but he does now. You didn’t let yourself care about the way your family was before, but you can’t stop yourself from caring now, because now you know how it feels to actually belong somewhere. You belong at your house. You’re wanted at your house. You make someone happy by being there. Somebody misses you when you’re gone, tells you to hurry back, tells you to call if you’ve had a nightmare. There’s probably something fucked up about the fact that the only person you’ve ever felt at home with isn’t even human. But you know what it means to feel at home now. Being away from that is hard. Harder than you want to handle.

You scramble for your phone, and it starts ringing in your hand. Tomura’s contact, with its stupid heart. You jam your headphones into your ears and accept the call, and for a moment you and Tomura are just talking over each other. The gist of it is pretty clear, though. You were about to call him, just when he decided to call you. “Um –”

“Stay on the phone while you’re sleeping. That way I’ll hear. And I can wake you up.”

Your heart lifts even though it shouldn’t. “How are you going to wake me up?”

You picture Tomura shrugging. “I’ll just yell.”

“Don’t yell.” The only thing that would be worse than having one of your nightmares is waking up from one to the sound of Tomura hollering in your ear. “If you hear me start to have one, hang up the phone and call me back. I’ll hear it ringing and it’ll wake me up.”

“Yelling is faster.”

“And it’s scarier,” you say. “You’d know if you slept.”

“Ghosts can’t.” Tomura’s quiet for a moment. “I wish we could.”

That strikes you as weird. It strikes you as weird any time Tomura talks about wanting to do one of the few human things materialized ghosts can’t do. “Why?”

Tomura doesn’t answer. “Fine. I won’t yell. Go to sleep.”

“Tomura –”

“Go to sleep,” Tomura says again. If you try to talk anymore, he’ll just ignore you. You hear Phantom snoring in the background and tell yourself that it’s time to sleep. You shut your eyes.

Somehow knowing that Tomura’s there on the other end of the line, knowing that he’ll wake you up if you start having one of your nightmares of the world between, helps you fall asleep. You think you hear Tomura whisper something as you drift off, but there’s no way you heard him right. It has to be a dream. At least it’s a better dream than the ones you’ve been having lately.

Sanctuary of Nightmares PT1

Platonic SB x GN Child Reader

Part 2

Tw: bad parents, small amounts of blood

Summery: Confusion was a good word to describe your life. Even in your short amount of time on this planet you've been tangled in strings of 'why' and 'how could you'. You jumped from one painful expirence to the next as the world tangled you in its grasp, silencing you in the pain of its grip.

It was in these strings of pain that fate led you, it pulled you towards its hell on earth. Day by day you grew closer to it and, in one final betrayal, you were set on a path of horror in something you once thought of as a blissful sanctuary.

-

The Freddy Fazbear Mega PizzaPlex. What a name huh? It was one that drew the attention of families from all over the area. It was the destination for kids and teens, no other place was anything like it! The high-tech animatronics the place was known for were what really sold the show. And for a young kid like yourself, it was mesmerizing. The lights, the sounds, the games! You dreamed of seeing it. Of escaping to the child's wonderland. 

To escape this hell...

But those seemed like fever dreams to your tiny mind. Your parents would never allow it, not with your 'bad behavior'. Daydream all you want, but there was no escaping the scornful glare of your mother or the apathetic stare of your father. Try as you might you never could please them. Whether it was the wrath of your mother or the disconcern and neglect of your father, you had never been allowed such childlike pleasures. Any time you'd gain the courage to ask for anything, even as small as a candy bar, they'd harp on how bad of a child you were, how you were always so selfish, and that you always asked so much of them. So you learned not to ask. Hell, you'd grown the habit of not talking at all. It only ever got you into more trouble. So you remained silent throughout your young life. 

Today seemed no different. Having spent hours waiting in a car for your parents, not daring to disobey your mothers command to stay there. Luckily it was cooler outside so you were fine with waiting. You entertained yourself with thoughts of toys and Candy, of fun and games, of a life you didn't live.

It was your eighth birthday after all and while neither one of your parents seemed to care, you sure did.

After your mothers trip outside the car she got back in and went on her normal routine to pick up your father. It was only a few seconds later that her yelling started. You heard the first few screams about how 'she didn't want to have to babysit' and how your father 'should just get rid of you if he doesn't want you'. It was after those yells that you zoned out. The common screams blended in woth the low hum of the car as you let your mind drift to more pleasant things. Like birthday cake and ice cream.

This went on for hours which was rather unsual as the house wasn't to far away from your fathers work. You chose not to take note of it though and instead completely dissociate from the situation causing those hours to pass by like minutes. You weren't aware of the conversation your parents were having nor how this chosen ignorance would come to shape your life.

"Y/N!" Your name cut through your wandering mind, earning your attention as you quickly swiveled your head towards the front of the car, locking eyes with your mother.

"Get out" she spoke, though the words almost didn't register with you. You looked around, realizing you weren't anywhere you recognized. You quickly looked back to your mother with confusion and hints of fear found in your expression. Her eyebrows only tilted further down at what she perceived as not only an insult, but outright disobedience.

"I said get out!" She repeated, causing you to jump once again, her tone was enough to melt away your confusion for the moment as your mind went on auto-drive, immediately following through with what she told you to do.

The sun was quickly finding its way to the horizon, the light of its burning fire only seeming brighter in the moments before sunset would come. The rain that had fallen only a few minutes earlier gave the air a denser, almost suffocating weight to it. Your small shoes fell on the concrete, a tiny splash made in the puddle that had formed in the more worn parts of the sidewalk. You quickly held your body, the cold air nipping at your exposed skin almost immediately. You looked back to the car wondering why you were told to get out. 

"Right up that rode is that mall you wanted so badly to see. Go see it" she spoke with venom in her voice before quickly turning the car around, an action that confused you at first until she began to drive away. You felt your heart drop, the reality of what was happening immediately choking you. You stood frozen, confused, and now incredibly terrified as the familiarity of your life sped away. You ran about two steps in a panic to not be left behind but ultimately didn't make it far in your vain attempt as you tripped over a jagged and crumbled part of the sidewalk. You fell on your hands and knees, skidding them against the sidewalk with an immediate stinging pain claiming them. You looked up, your mouth open to cry out for your parents thoigh not a word left, the distant car too far to ever have heard you.

You were left in silent isolation as their ultimate betrayal to you.

You stayed that way for a few moments, tears falling silently from your eyes as you tried to compose yourself. After a moment you attempted to stand, though the sting of your open wounds brought regret as you did so. When you finally did pull yourself up you tried to wipe your wet and dirty hands on your clothes, though the sting of them made you wince. They weren't bleeding, but they were still in quite a lot of pain. You couldn't say you got that lucky with your legs though as small amounts of blood soaked into your pants. You sniffled, sucking it up as you began to turn your head in every direction in hopes of finding out where you were. It was a mostly wooded area, though a long road led you straight. There didn't seem to be anyone around, the deathly silent air filling you with more dread than you already felt.

You had never been completely alone before, let alone dropped in what you considered to be the middle of nowhere. You tried to think, to find some type of rational thought, but in your tiny mind the world now laid out in front of you was so daunting you almost couldn't comprehend it.

Your situation was akin to an ant taken from outside and put into a house. The relative size of everything around it made it insignificant and miniscule in its surroundings.

After a moment of this betrayed confusion you eventually did find a thought, one that your spirit clung to for dear life.

'The PizzaPlex...she said it was up the road...just up the road...' You tore your eyes from the unknown darkness that was soon to creep around you and instead focused your eyes ahead of you. You had a goal, something to move towards, something familiar. So, one small foot after the other, you began to walk. Your legs stung as you moved them but it wasn't anything you hadn't felt before, nor was it enough to tear you from your goal. You had no other thought but to get to that PizzaPlex. In your mind it was the only place left, the only familiarity in your now infinite and terrifying world.

So you dragged on, despite your now very recent status as completely independent. 

-

It was a long walk, one filled with small breakdowns as you tried to understand what was happening, to understand why you would be left like this. Despite these small breakdowns your mind mostly left you as your feet moved. As if detached from your own body you trudged on, your body seemingly moving on its own. The sun seemed to fall at a quicker pace the longer you walked which causing a new fear to sneak into you. One of being alone in the silence of the night. Thankfully you saw the shining building before then, like a beacon to your mind lost in a sea of dread. Yet even with its light glow, the place looked different than you remembered it in the small glimpses you ever saw on tv. It was darker, more daunting. 

As you coninued you noticed the lack of people, though there were still vehicles in the parking lot. It wasn't long until you realized most of those were vans with the Fazbear logo all over them. Some had all of the mascots on them, the familiar characters easily recognized by you. After taking a couple of curious yet hesitant steps you realized that this must be the back of the building. That theory was only further assured as you walked closer and noticed fences, likely to keep people from parking here since they didn't go very far. You could hear voices, the sounds of people in the distance that only grew as you drew closer, though they remained echoes in the orange-covered world the lowering sun created.

You soon made it to a back door, your head turning to look around as you searched for any sign of someone else. When you saw no one you attempted to open said door, only to quickly realize it was locked. You were just about to start walking around to find another door when a loud clang rang in your ears. In instinct you ran to the nearby van, hiding behind the wheel of it in hopes that whatever made the sound wouldn't find you. After a long bout of silence, and with your childhood sense of curiosity still intact, you slowly peaked from your hiding spot, your eyes scanning the area for what could have created the noise. 

It took a while for you to pinpoint it, but your eyes eventually fell on a vent cover that laid on the ground. Following it, your eyes scanned over a large trash bin, up a wall, and eventually landed on the source of where it came from. A now open hole in the building was the origin of the vent cover. You stayed staring at it for a moment, afraid that something might come out of it, but when silence rang for a few more minutes you slowly made your way out of your hiding spot. In a slow step you walked over to the open vent, your curious mind overtaking you. With a great struggle you pulled yourself up onto the garbage bin, the vent now just slightly above your head. You paced your hands on the edges and slightly pulled yourself up to look into the vent. Besides the increase in noise you didn't notice much, just an empty vent. It wqs this observation that led a confused look to fall on your face.

How did it even open-?

Just as that thought entered your mind you were pulled away from it and instead to the sound of the door you had been at only moments prior as it began to open. In a spike of fear and a moment of poor decision making you fully pulled yourself into the vent to get away from whoever or whatever may have been coming through the door. In what must have been nothing more than a miracle you managed to do so, but you were more so focused on the extreme pain in your hands rather than the feat you had just performed. 

The vent was small, but so were you which made it not too uncomfortable to be in. The scent pizza and sugar hit your nose as the smell of the pizzaplex finally made it to you. It caused a low grumble in your stomach as you realized the hunger that ate at you. You were able to push the empty feeling away though as you focused your mind on more important things, like the fact that you should probably get moving considering whoever was at the door could have noticed you. 

And so in what was frankly just calm panic you began to crawl your way further in, the stinging of your hands and knees only getting worse the longer you were forced to put pressure on them.

It was about ten minutes into this process that a sound caught your ears. Sure, there were noises happening all around you, but the world that laid just below you was muffled. The sounds of children, arcade machines, and other related noise seemed like they were off in the distance. What had caught your ear wasn't as muffled, in fact it sounded almost clear. You stopped your movement in hopes that you could identify what the sound was.

It was then that you heard the melody of it, the frantic sound of what you assumed was some type of music box. You listened, confused as to why it echoed in the vent, why ot was growing closer. It didn't take long for the reality of the sound to dawn on you.

There was something else in here with you.

And by the sound of it, it wasn't too far behind. 

With your heart picking up the pace once again you decided to hurry your movements, hoping to escape whatever it was. It didn't help that the melody only grew louder and, terrifyingly, came with the skittering sound of metal quickly approaching. You turned your head to look behind you for a second only to see a familiar-looking but unknown mechanical musical creature not far behind. With a small yelp, you turned ahead and shoved your way out of the closest open vent. A poor decision as you found yourself tumbling down a few boxes before finally landing on the floor. 

Seeing as adrenaline was quickly rushing through your veins you didn't register the pain at first, instead quickly readjusting yourself to stare back up at the vent you had just left in fear that it would continue to follow you. You backed up as the creature made its way to the edge of the vent and stared down at you. With what emotion you weren't sure, though you assumed it didn't very much like you as it quickly scuttled back in once you were out. You continued to stare up at the vent for a moment as you caught your breath, your fear slowly leaving and the pain sinking back in. After a moment you slowly stood, though you were now on rather wobbly legs. Once you did you finally decided to slowly tear your eyes away from the vent to look around, hoping to find out where you were. While the room you were in didn't seem to have anyone around, you could hear voices that seemed even closer than before. Following the noise you walked around a short hallway before you were met with a set of doors, the sound of people now very clearly behind them. You were a bit apprehensive about opening the door but considering you couldn't go back the way you came you decided to push them open. You were met with shining neon lights that draped the surrounding area and the many groups of walking people in a pink hue. What to your childlike mind felt like hundreds of people were passing by as you peaked out of the door. But, whether it was due to your tiny stature or the excitement of the surroundings, not one laid an eye on you. Slowly, and hoping to not raise suspicion, you fully crept out the door, letting it shut behind you. You still stayed stuck to the wall though, not moving from your spot as you continued to look around.

It was more mesmerizing than you'd ever imagined it. The bright lights, the delicious smells, the joyful sounds. So far removed were you from angered yelling and dangerous rage, from being scolded for wanting such amazing things. You stood now in a place you could only consider as a land of dreams- your dreams. You'd spent so long imagining being here and now you stood, amazed by it all. 

It was a magical first impression so far beyond what your mind could have conjured. But it was after that shock faded and after you slowly acclimated to it all that everything began to hit you all at once.

Everything hurt. Your'e hungry- thirsty. Ow! Where are your parents- You were alone- alone. You were in a crowd of strangers. Your parents were gone, your home! You had nothing! Why here? Why leave you here?! You wanted home, you wanted your bed, you wanted familiarity.

The lights were an off hue now, one that strained your eyes, the voices of the people were so loud and- Ow! Your hands, your knees, they stung as your cement burned skin was exposed. Trying to alleviate the pain you fell down the wall, tears pricking at your eyes as the overwhelming situation took its toll on your small body. The passers-by didn't notice. You were too insignificant in the amazement of the colossal pizzaplex. You felt suffocated, like you were drowning in the fear of it all. All of it felt like it was collapsing onto you, like the whole world was caving in. You wanted it to stop stop stop STOP-

"Hello?" A voice called. Through the murmurs, laughs, and outright yelling that came from all around you, that voice stuck out. You snapped from your panicked state, your head turning towards where it came from. You froze when you met the eyes of a stranger. They dawned a gray top and pants to match with a nametag on their chest. They towered over you, everything did really. Their expression was confused, if not irritated.

"You lost?" They asked with exasperation in their tone. You hesitated on answering, unsure of their intentions. After a moment you nodded, your throat too tight to even attempt to speak right now. Your answer seemed to only further agitate the stranger, their annoyance now visible in the way their eyes stared.

“Do you know where you came from? Where your family is?” They asked, their tone now harsh on your ears. You gave absolutely no answer this time, the fear of this stranger's presence only sinking in the longer you talked to them. That didn't seem to go over well either. In fact it went over even worse than when you’d given them at least an attempt at an answer,

“Screw this, I'm supposed to be on break” They grumbled before reaching into their pocket and pulling out a small device. It clicked before they spoke.

"I've got a lost kid on the first floor, left side in the front. They said they should be at the daycare but got lost" they spoke into the device, pulling it away once they were finished and placing it back in their pocket. They stayed standing over you for a while, not speaking another word. It was a few minutes later that a robot came rolling down, a small siren flashing on its head to warn the customers to move out of the way. It stopped in front of you and only once it did so did the person turn back to you. 

"This robot's going to take you to the daycare. Just follow it" was the last thing they spoke before walking off. You turned to look up at the robot with the shock of what just happened slowly sinking in.

It didn't look all that unique. Just a general worker bot. Either way, you were now in its care and though you were confused and frightened by the turn of events, you decided it best not to question it. You had thought you were in trouble when the worker had approched you since you most definitely were not supposed to be here, but it seems the world had different plans for you.

Different plans indeed

3 ships:honestly i don't have many ships...😅

First ever ship: katara x aang (spoil : j'avais raison)

Last song: stuck in a room

Last movie: Rocky III ✨

Currently reading : scorpi ceux qui marchent dans les ombres.

currently watching : walking dead

Currently eating : a Fo

Currently craving: Tomura...as always. I swear i'm affectly dépendant on him

I don't know who to tag 😭

thank you for the tag, Robyn <3 @robynnnhooddd the original post was getting pretty long so I'll answer here lol.

Answer the questions and then tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better 💖

3 ships: me x satoru uuuuuhhhhh kiamei, yuzugiri, & kyohru

First ever ship: probably aerith and cloud from ff7 🥲

Last song: emiya's theme from the fate/stay night ost lol

Last movie: honestly no idea! I almost never watch movies anymore:,(

Currently reading: re-reading hells paradise!! if you haven't read it please check it out! It's such a good manga (also it's finished! 👀)

Currently watching: jujutsu kaisen (help)

Currently eating: nothing

Currently craving: nanaimo bar :(

Tagging: @im-rlly-tired @meiissblog @lvrm @roseragvndr @shiggysimp69 @ckmilita @black-nirvanna @cactosaurio @casanime only if u want to tho, otherwise feel free to ignore lol 💖

if I didn't tag you but u want to participate go ahead and just say I tagged you 😎😎

Stages (Tenko Shimura x F!Reader)

Words: 10k

Mdni! // NSFW

Teaser: "Wet puppy not allowed in the house?" You taunt and he can't get himself to look up. It feels like you are 8 feet tall, towering over him with so much power in your aura. He is about to get crushed like a disgusting little roach. He will make sure to say thank you.

Tw: Touya is the villain here, he is awful, bullying, reader has big self worth issues, Touya nonconsensually filmed reader and showed it in the boys locker room, touya pressured reader into sex (only mentioned), name calling (loser, dusty, freak), subtly suicidal tenko, virgin!tenko, experienced!reader, praise and degradation, switch Shiggy, dumbification, big dick Shiggy propaganda, reader's family sucks, protected sex, dacryphilia, squirting, love confession, rejection sensitivity, lowkey obsessed shiggy, Touya tells Tenko to kill himself, Touya tries to touch reader when she is drunk, not as flashed out as it could have been, 3rd year UA (18yo), angsty

Note: Thank you for your request ♡ I know I took some liberties. Here is the 'men whimpering audio' that inspired me a bit lmao

Tenko is trying his hardest to be invisible.

The day is already a mess and he can go without the picking on him today. Just today. Just a little break.

He stalks down the hallway to get to his next class, eyes on the black and white tiles with his hands hiding in the pocket of his hoodie.

He is convinced today is out to get him. He might jump in front of a car… today is the day. 

He makes it to the classroom and sits in his usual spot, head low as he looks at his phone. Tenko hears your voice and his body tenses. He never really got why you are so mean to him… you and Touya just picked him out on your first day of school and it's been like that ever since. At least you were humane in your bullying.

Todoroki walks into the room first then you behind him. You always follow him like a puppy and Tenko takes it.  He had no idea why you stuck around with him at all, Touya's rudeness does not exempt his girlfriend or friends. Though, Tenko does not know if you are, in fact, Todoroki's girl. He hopes not.

"Keep your filthy stuff out of my way, Shimura!" Todoroki barks and kicks Tenko's backpack to the back of the class.

Tenko doesn't react. He knows better than to keep valuable items in there for how much it gets kicked around on a daily basis. Tenko waits until Todoroki sits then gets up to get his bag. Like every other day. It is getting so lame.

"You're such a loser," you bite at him with rolling eyes. And really, you are right. He just lets anyone trample on him all the fucking time. Tenko is the definition of a loser. He should show up on Wikipedia as an example. He sinks onto the desk, collapsing under the weight of it all.

At least you're wearing that shirt he likes on you. It's making up somewhat for how bad this day is. 

He is good at staring without anyone noticing… without you noticing. It's so bizarre. Another reason why he is the biggest loser on this planet. You are so mean to him yet he can't stop thinking about you… can't stop thinking– Tenko sighs. You would actually kill him if you knew the places his mind wanders… especially when his cock is in his fist.

Tenko sighs.

》》》》

School is finally over and he is the first one out of the building. He can't wait to fling himself into his bed and sleep, just take a nap and forget about the weight for a moment. He hates school. He hates being alive.

Of course it starts to rain like crazy the second he is off campus and he forgot his umbrella despite Toshinori reminding him to bring one today. He practically drips when he's finally on the bus and then, of course, because today is one of those days–

Tenko's eyes widen and he lets out a desperate sigh. He is already cold, rain soaking into every inch of his skin but the coldness he feels now is numbing. He cramps through his Eastpak bag, pushing around papers and books and notepads and loose pencils and trash– but he cannot find his key. When Touya kicked his bag it must have fallen out and he didn't realize. Tenko is way too tired to feel anger yet the frustration still stores somewhere deep in his body, a place he leaves untapped for everyone's sake. He could of course decay the door but then they would have to get a new door and that is just dumb.

Tenko slumps against it instead and his head sinks, droplets of rain trickling from his white hair. He tries to use all his techniques… tries to count and tries to ground, tries to say that dumb poem and distract but he still starts to itch at his neck and eyes. It feels like hours pass but as he checks his phone, it's been half an hour. Tenko doesn't cry about stuff. And there is no reason to cry now. It's just been one of those days… those god awful days… those no good days that have been piling up–

Tenko holds his breath when a shoe– your shoe– kicks at his. It isn't with malice just to get his attention.

"Wet puppy not allowed in the house?" You taunt and he can't get himself to look up. It feels like you are 8 feet tall,  over him with so much power in your aura. He is about to get crushed like a disgusting little roach. He will make sure to say thank you.

"My key must have fallen out of my bag when Todoroki kicked it," Tenko's voice comes out rough and restricted. You can hardly hear him over the pouring rain.

"Tsk." He doesn't have to look up to see your eyeroll. You turn away and walk a few steps. Then he hears something hit the floor. His stomach tightens. "I know. Take better care of your stuff, dusty," you sigh and walk away. Two doors down the row, getting out your own keys and unlocking the door, stepping in without another word or glance.

Tenko is left in utter disbelief. Was it mercy? Was it just… just because? Just because you knew you could rub it in his face?

He hates that you're his neighbor. He hates knowing when Todoroki is over at yours. He hates timing when he leaves to not run into you. He hates knowing you're right there.

He gets up and unlocks the door, realizing he never said thank you.

》》》》

"Oh, no. Please come in! She's home."

Your eyebrows pull together as you navigate your way from your room to the kitchen to grab some water.

"You're no bother at all! (Y/N)!"

You move to the door and your whole body tenses seeing the pale blue hair towering over your mom's size. Shimura. What in the world?! You put on a neutral face.

"What's up?"

"You guys get comfortable. There's snacks in the fridge," your mom says and you realize she must have just been heading out when Shimura knocked. "He's so polite," she mumbles in your direction with a smile and a wink and off she is, closing the door.

"What the fuck do you want?!" You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I… I made fluffy pancakes. I w-wanted to say thank you… for the key," he trips over his words, looking everywhere but your eyes. "I-I am sorry. I'll just–"

He puts the plate down on the little table by the door and turns on his heel. His heart is pounding so loud you can hear it. He never meant to talk to you personally but just drop them off and hope it was enough.

"You already finished chem homework?" You asked as his gloved fingers touched the door handle.

"Y-yes?"

You mumble some curses and groans under your breath. "Can you help me? I don't fucking get it."

He turns to you again, eyes twisted and lips tight. He gives an unsure nod, not really buying that you of all people would ask him for help. He is the loser. You aren't.

You take the plate and put it in the kitchen then lead Shimura to your room. Your chemistry notes and books are all spread out on your bed.

Tenko takes a second to let the room register. He has thought about your room many times. Imagined you in all kinds of ways in it. But he was so off. "Your pc set up is really nice," he comments, immediately recognizing that there was thought and knowhow behind it.

"Thank you?" You smile softly. "Took a while to– anyway." You grab your notes and the two of you sit down on the bed.

Shimura begins to explain but you hardly listen. You are too focused on his gloved hands. His quirk truly is something. Even during training he doesn't use it. It's part why everyone picks on, thinks he's so weird. He doesn't wanna be close to people, it's so easy to pick him out. He is practically begging for it.

"You aren't listening?" Tenko realizes and blinks at you.

"Cmon, just do it for me," you groan.

It would be so easy to not protest. He would do it and be out of here in a matter of minutes but if he does it once… you will force him again and again. And quite frankly, why should he be scared of you right now? It's just you. You don't have Todoroki and co to back you up.

Tenko puts the notebook down and gets up, mustering up every ounce of courage. "No. Do your own homework."

Your face twists with confusion then you laugh softly, "oh, shit. So you can be not a total pushover? Insane."

He rolls his eyes and walks out of your room, down the hallway and to the front door. Your apartments are exact copies of each other so he has no trouble finding his way around.

"Bye," he shoots sharply. "Thanks again for the keys."

You can't even say anything else before he's gone, your front door falls into its lock. You shrug to yourself. Weirdly enough there's a sensation of satisfaction spreading in your chest. He said no. He actually said no.

Tenko can't believe he told you off. He just walked out. He just… he is shaking. Today is so bad… just such an awful day. He wants to crawl under a rock and never come out, just dissappear from life altogether. He wants to forget you… wants to erase every circling thought he has about you. Why can't you just be nice to him? He'd do your homework… he'd do anything. 

》》》》

It's the weekend when Tenko and Toshinori walk home from grocery shopping like they always do. Tenko is pretty sure that he is so acutely aware of his surroundings because he needs to be utterly vigilant to avoid your or Todoroki's scrutiny. You are sitting on a bench before the apartment complex, hugging your own legs and it is obvious that you are upset. It is cold and you're just in a t-shirt and there really seems to be no reason whatsoever for you to be here.

"Toshi, I go check on (Y/N)," Tenko announces and Toshinori now notices too.

"Alright, champ. Give me the bags," Toshinori takes the grocery bags and heads off, separating from Tenko as he walks past you.

"(L/N)? You okay?" He asks, voice coming out breathy and rough. He can't help how his heart beats faster. He doesn't know if it's fear or the crush he has on you.

You startle. You were so absorbed in thought you didn't see or hear him approach. "What do you want you fucking creep?!" You bark but he now sees that you've been crying.

Tenko sits down beside you. "Go inside it's cold."

"Why would I listen to you, loser?!" You say but only shrink. "I can't go inside. Mom told me to leave… her new boyfriend is over."

"Oh," Tenko nods. "Then call Touya to pick you up or something?"

"Why would I do that?!"

"He's your boyfriend… I don't know."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Tenko can't help but feel satisfaction at the confirmation. He was pretty certain that Todoroki and you didn't date but… he never truly knew. "You wanna have dinner with me and my uncle?"

It takes you a while to answer. "The pancakes were pretty good."

Tenko smiles a little.

Toshinori doesn't mind and you help Tenko prepare dinner then the three of you eat together. It is awkward because Toshinori is under the impression that Tenko and you are friends and the two of you are telling all these half lies to somehow get away without revealing the true nature of your relationship. He is the loser and you are the bully. Or something like that. Because Tenko is also pretty sure Todoroki wouldn't have dropped off his key that day or that Tenko wouldn't have cared if it was Todoroki being upset. And of course, Tenko still has this huge crush on you that just doesn't go away.

Toshinori needs to leave for patrol after dinner and you stay, helping him wash the dishes and Tenko isn't oblivious to your eyes flicking to his ungloved hands time and time again. He is in his own home. Whatever you may say… he will be okay.

"You know," you begin, taking a long break again. "Your quirk isn't useless. But you need something like Mr. Aizawa to actually fight."

Tenko thinks about all the times you told him how utterly useless he is. Whenever there were group assignments in hero training you and him ended up in the same group. And you were always the one who bailed him out when Todoroki targeted him; when everyone did because he is the weakest link. He is useless in those situations.

"I wanna be a rescue hero. I don't need to fight."

"That thinking will get you killed, you dummy. You need to defend yourself. Even if you'd just spin some lore about how scary and dangerous your quirk is, it would be a warning… but you just wear your gloves all the time and never use it."

"What do you mean?" He frowns and looks at you.

"I mean," you step closer to him and he drops the sponge, raising his bare hands high in the air to keep them as far away from you as possible. His eyes flicker to the gloves on the counter and you use your quirk to make them hover to the coffee table, out of his reach.

"Your quirk is scary. It could be repellent. A tool. But you are so scared of it," you taunt.

He hits the wall and then feels your body press up against his. His mind gets lulled, he can only feel your knee between his legs, dangerous close to his crotch now and nothing else. 

"Like who the fuck is scared of their own quirk," you laugh and now Tenko is scared you move even an inch closer. He reaches for your wrist, his pinky extending wide to keep away from your skin.

Your gaze shifts to where he touches you and he watches you swallow. "See. That's what I mean. Shitting myself right now, won't lie. Your pinky touches me and I am gone. That's intimidating, that's a tool."

"I don't wanna use my quirk like that," Tenko tells you and pushes you out of the way, going for his gloves. 

You make him fall to the ground so easily because he doesn't know how to stop you. "Then learn how to properly fight and defend yourself. I won't always watch your stupid back, loser!"

And something about that makes his blood simmer. You? You watch his back?! Since when?! You stab him again and again and again in the back and heart; everywhere. Your words hurt, your disgusted glances even more.

"All itchy now, Shimura?" You coo.

Tenko is boiling. He didn't realize he started to scratch his skin. He yells out and gets up from the floor, tackling you to the ground. "You're so–" He doesn't know how you even did it but now he is under you, pinned down by your bodyweight. You aren't even using your quirk.

"Sloppy," you grin, pinning his wrists down to the ground. You are so close now, breath fanning over his face, your chest pressed against his.

"(Y/N)--" He chokes out when he feels your fingers in his palm, eyes going wide with fear. Your thumb touches his, index and middle finger next. "Stop."

You do and sit back, not shy to have your whole weight resting on his crotch. Something he has yearned for so desperately for so long.

"Shimura–" Your eyes widen.

"Please, get off," he whispers, eyes staying glued on the ceiling. He will die. This is his death. All because he wanted to be nice to you.

Tenko's breath hitches when he feels your breath hit his neck. He closes his eyes, squeezes them shut. You roll your hips. Just once. Just applying minimal pressure but his mouth falls open nonetheless releasing a restraint whine.

"You think you're so slick about staring at me, creep," you husk and then get up, pulling him up by his wrist. You sit down on the counter, still grinning as he hurriedly puts on his gloves. He doesn't dare to look at you.

"Have you ever kissed anyone, Shimura?"

"No," he whispers. "Can you leave now? We- we're done… please leav–"

"Wanna kiss?"

His eyes suddenly shoot up, meeting yours. His red gaze is shocked and calculated, trying to read your intentions. "Why?" He scratches his eyes. "Don't be like this– don't trick me with this shit!? Why are you so–"

"I mean it," you say genuine. The act drops from your muscles. "But I won't kiss you… you gotta kiss me."

Tenko sighs. "Are you serious? You won't tell people I forced–"

"Shimura."

He lets go of a restrained breath. Tenko felt like he was shaking all over. This is a bad idea. You are tricking him. You must be. But what if you aren't? Then this is his chance.

"I won't ask ag–" Your eyes widen for a second, taken by surprise at his sudden initiative. He stands between your legs, gloved hands on the table beside your thighs, awkwardly pressing his lips to yours. He doesn't move his rough lips at all, just holds them on yours and you can't help but smile into the frozen peck. Your hands move into his hair and you start to really kiss him. Shimura learns fast and you get much more into it than expected. Your skin is all fuzzy, your mind clocking out. Your tongue slips into his mouth and he can't stop the soft whine reverberating from his lungs.

It feels so good. It feels so good he doesn't ever want to stop. He doesn't ever want to not feel you like this. And he is so sure you enjoy this too. You enjoy kissing him. You and him are kissing. 

He eventually needs to pull away for air or he would pass out. His face falls to your shoulder, able to breathe in your scent with every deep inhale. He sighs when he feels your nails on his scalp, raking through his bleached hair.

"You okay, Shimura? You–" You ask, about to make a joke but when he straightens up and you see the deep blush on his cheeks and how big his eyes are now, how absolutely feral he looks at you, you can't think of anything.

"Cat got your tongue, huh?" He grins and now you are the one looking at him like a lost puppy for once… for the first time… and it's like a drug. Maybe you bully him to get those eyes from him? He'd understand. He'd fucking get it.

"You get one kiss and suddenly are– hm." He hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you forward, closer.

"Shut up," he says and kisses you again.

It is obvious he just runs down all the tricks you've done before but you are not the one leading this kiss now. He doesn't let you come up for air either, cupping your face and holding you in place. He is so desperate and demanding and you feel skin melt… especially at your core.

You bite down on his lip and he groans from deep within his stomach and you finally manage to pull your swollen lips away. "Fucking pervert," you whisper breathlessly. And contrary to your hostile tone your hand slides down his surprisingly toned chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Your eyes met, silent but clear confirmation on both sides.

You unbutton his jeans and slide your hand into them, massaging his bulge over the thin fabric of his briefs. 

"Ah," Tomura sighs softly and his head drops to your shoulder again. He has dreamed of this.

"Don't tease me," he heaves.

"I do whatever I want–"

He bites into your neck and you have to muster up every last bit of self control to not whimper like a bitch in heat. He is driving you crazy. Shimura Tenko. Him. You push at his chest, getting to your feet, "you fucking loser."

And now he smiles and your stomach churns. "At this point you calling me a loser just turns me on," he giggles softly, high on chemicals he hasn't ever felt running through his blood stream before.

You take his wrist and walk through the apartment to his room, pushing him on the bed and you absolutely loathe the hearts in his eyes, the small little, satisfied grin. "You need an invitation to take my clothes off?"

He laughs softly, "does it bother you so much you're turned on?" He moves his gloved fingers up and back down your arms, leaving goosebumps despite the fabric separating your skin. He takes off your shirt as you ask, shy again for a moment but you rip off his hoodie before he can act upon his hesitation.

"You have no idea how lucky you are," you mumble, head heating up with humiliation. It would be social suicide if people found out but the feeling between your thighs is getting agonizing… it aches for him. You want this… you want him.

"I do know," he smiles and travels soft kisses over your shoulder. "Fuck, I do know how lucky I am." He still thinks this is a dream.

"Shimura," you sigh, rolling your hips on his crotch again, desperate for friction. "I hate you so much."

"You should be nicer," Tenko smiles up. He is having the time of his life. You want to bite him. He flips you around, lays you down on your back and kisses your neck, timidly suckling and nipping until you breathe heavier and roam his body with uncontrollable hands.

"You should be nicer because you're getting super desperate and I can still choose to be mean, bitch," Tenko whispers against your ear, giving you a taste of your own medicine and you moan out.

You can't believe he is talking to you like that. He's terrified of you. He's such a pushover and such a loser and he's so hot. "No," you whine. "I'm nice." You plead and your hand now moves into his briefs, fingers wrapping around his erect cock. "I'm so nice… loser."

He lets out a laugh, or a moan or a bit of both and his pants are gone in an instant. He's big. Bigger than what you expect. You wonder for a second if Touya is insecure about it. You assume he must have seen Tenko naked at some point. After swimming or intense hero training, take a shower or the summer camp. Because you know for a fact that Tenko is bigger than Touya.

Your thumb moves over his pretty pink slit, just the ghost of the touch and he whimpers so divinely. You apply more pressure, precum leaking from the sides of your thumb and he chokes back a moan. Your wrist loosely moves down his shaft and back up, alternating speed and pressure.

"(Y/N)," he sighs, head falling back against the pillows. "Please… please, be good."

You squirm a little. Fuck. You want to be good. You want to be good for him. But you're not… not one bit. Not to him. You never have been. "Shimura? A-are you sure? Are you sure you wanna… do it with me? Your first time?"

He raises his head, beads of glistening sweat on his rough skin. "Only you… no one else."

You can't help but smile. It feels different with him. It feels like he really wants you and not just your body and it is weird and confusing and overwhelming. You kiss him again, softer… more mindful and sweet even if you're jerking him off at the same time, pumping his throbbing length in your fist.

You pull back, brushing his hair away to admire him. "You imagined that, didn't you? Jerking off, pretending it was me." Your tone is all sultry and his stomach his flipping and flopping around like crazy.

"Did," he hums. "Every day… fuck… every day." Tenko feels how he is getting close. Too close. "Please… stop… stop, baby."

"I don't know," you kiss his cheek. "Wanna see you cum."

"Wanna be inside you," he whines and bucks his hips into your hand, heels digging into the mattress. "Stop."

"You can't do anything about it, loser boy."

And Tenko realizes that you're wrong. You are so damn wrong. He reels at your moan and your perplexed face when you're suddenly under him. One swift movement. Your eyes are doe like, astonished yet again by his sudden boldness.

"I told you to stop? Good girls listen… you know that, right? Or are you so dumb you don't get it? Didn't I tell you to be nice? Didn't I?"

"You did," you whisper back, cheeks heating up visibly. You can't believe you are into this… into the way he talks now. He's so different.

"I did." Tenko takes the rest of your clothes off and just stares at you for a long while, admiring your exposed body sprawled out before him. He is so lucky. He is the luckiest guy in the world.

"Shimura," you try to cover up as the moment lasts a little too long but he takes your hands.

"You are so beautiful."

"You are so cringe," you look away.

He takes your chin between his gloved fingers and you are once again entirely mesmerised. He kisses you, softer. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. "Fuck me already, dumbass."

"You see… I don't really know… how," he laughs in the crook of your neck.

You can't help but smile. You change positions again. His hands hold your hips, plush skin spilling between his gloved fingers. He feels your thighs next, exploring your body more urgently. He stays away from your tits, scared he will wake up when he gets too greedy.

"Condom?" You ask.

"Y-yeah," Tenko reaches for the drawer and gets the unopened box Toshinori got him some time ago out. He never imagined he would actually get to use it. He watches how you rip it open and read the packet as you do. Your eyebrows drop and you curse something under your breath, looking utterly annoyed.

"Look, this will work for now but you should probably…. Size up you know? So it's comfortable." You tell him and hold the single condom to his mouth, tossing the box. "Bite," you smile. And who is he to not do anything you say? He bites down on the edge of the sachet and you use the leverage that gives to tear the thing open. His heart starts beating so fast now.

"(Y/N)...?"

"Yes?" You push your hair back and look at him, the seriousness catching you off guard now.

"Do you really want to do this?" Tenko asks.

You feel a tug in your chest. You don't think any guy you've been with asked what you wanted. And especially with their cocks as hard as his is right now, you are sure that none of them would have accepted a no. They did not care about you. Not like Tenko just did… like he does. It feels intimate on a level you haven't experienced yet. 

"Because we don't have to… I know you don't like… like me… I just–" Tenko bites his lip hard when you put the condom on his cock, sliding the sticky latex down his shaft until it snugly sits against him. He lets out a soft breath. No, you were right. This works for now but… it's not comfortable. And not in a condoms aren't comfortable way but a this just doesn't fit right way.

"Just shut up, okay?" You tell him. "You think I'd put up with you–" He pulls you in for a kiss and you are glad. You kiss for a while, naked bodies just tangled against each other. He is still too scared to fully explore every inch of your skin. You wish he would take off the stupid gloves.

"Ready, loser?" You say, lips softly brushing against his. He looks at you through lidded eyes with his hair stuck to his forehead. His rough lips are swollen and pink just like the flush in his cheeks. He looks ethereal.

"Yeah."

"Shimura? Just tell me if something is wrong, yeah?" You want to make him feel as comfortable as he makes you feel but you know you're terrible at it.

"Will do."

He watches with meticulous attention how you lift your hips and he panics for a second because he should have probably given you something beforehand. That's what you do, right? That's foreplay? It's too late for that now. You know what you're doing… it's gonna be fine.

"Oh!" He moans out. His body tenses as his aching tip slides into your snug hole. It's unlike anything. Nothing could ever describe the feeling. "Fuuuck," he breathes deeply. You take him slowly and Tenko's attention sharpens with every inch, with every little moan and whimper escaping your lips. And then, he is sheathed entirely inside of you. He can feel every flutter and clench of your warm, snug, velvet walls. It is pure bliss. Your wetness drools from your cunt, making such a pretty mess between you. Tenko's eyes are transfixed to where your bodies are joined now. He is invading you, he is part of you right now.

"T-tenko," you whisper, sharply. Your head is thrown back, your lips parted and your chest rises and falls heavily.

Not Shimura. Not Loser or dusty or anything. But Tenko.

You whine softly and roll your hips. He can see the shiver running down your body. He has to stop himself from coming right then.

"Y-you feel so good," he presses over his lips in short pants. "So warm and tight and soaking."

You smile. And again. Tenko fists the sheet at your sight, nearly losing it. You look so dumb, so puppy-like. He feels a fire start in his veins but he doesn't know what to do about it yet.

You gasp when you try to pick up the pace. Your bounces come irregular, your pace sloppy and out of place. You are trying to keep your eyes on him but you hardly can as they keep rolling back or crossing. Tenko is panting and whimpering with every drag of his cock, looking at you like you are a goddess blessing him. You are.

"M'sorry," you whine and your nails drag into the skin of his chest, leaving red lines.

"Fuck… for what?"

"Not going faster… need a moment… so big… so full."

"(Y/N)," he whimpers. "Lewd bitch." Tenko doesn't know why he said that, why it felt so good to say it. 

"I am… just a lewd bitch. T'is all I am."

He grabs your hips, eyes shooting wide open. He feels a tingle all over. He grabs your hips and thrusts his own hips up, seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain alike.

"Please!" You sigh, eyes rolling back. "Wanna be fucked. Wanna be good for you. Tenko."

He gets it. A switch flipped in that moment. He flips you over, lays you down as he kneels between your legs with his cock in his hands. He aligns it with your entrance, eyes on you to make sure he isn't hurting you. Your fingertips dance up and down his toned arms, eyes full of hearts; he isn't making it up. He pushes his pelvis forward slowly reentering you and seeing your utter happiness about it is nearly better than the feeling itself.

"You're so good f'me. You're such a good girl. The best girl." He kisses your cheek softly, bottoming out and staying like this for a moment.

You smile. A smile that is unlike any he has ever seen. It is full of bliss, full of satisfaction and fulfilment and you just look so dumb and it makes his blood seethe.

"Fuck," he groans. "Dumb little slut."

You kiss him at that. The kiss is feral like you're trying to consume him. His hair keeps getting in the way, falling forward into his face, or hitting you.

You giggle and so does he. It is magic. You collect all the bothersome strands and tie them up, kissing his nose when you're done.

"I'm gonna fucking die?" Tenko pants and slowly starts to move in an irregular pattern, dragging his cock along your gummy walls deeply and slowly. "You're so cute. You're so fucking perfect."

You mewl and he whimpers feeling your nails scratch down his back. "Shut u-up."

He thrusts harder at that and you cry out, hands flying up to his face. "Ten!"

He grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you for leverage and starts to pound into you. The sounds you make are so obscene, so perfect. Your skin is slapping together rhythmically. "You're perfect, you dumb slut. So perfect!"

"Tenko," you wail, surrendering to him completely and gladly.

"You hear me?"

You nod as best as you could.

"I'm gonna cum," Tenko hisses and whimpers, kissing your face so softly in contrast to the relentless pounding.

"Cum for me, you loser," you whispered between gasps and moans, grinning.

"Are you close?" He fists the sheet beside your head. "Tell me you're close!"

"D-don't worry a-about me." No boy has ever made you cum… something is for sure wrong with you. He can't help you either.

Tenko barely has an idea about what he is doing, but he knows he is not a selfish lover. He raises his gloved hand to his mouth, pulling off his glove with his teeth. You don't realize.

His hand travels between you and he needs a moment to find the sensitive nub that is crowning your delicious cunt but he does. He knows he is at the right place when you squirm and moan his name more desperately.

"Does that feel good?"

"Y-yes… fuck, yes."

You cup his face and try to kiss him but you're both just gasping and panting into each other's mouth.

"Tenko?" Your back arches suddenly, your eyes meet his like you're saying your farewell. Your nails leave indents in his dry skin, holding onto him for dear like as your eyes fall shut suddenly and your mouth gapes.

He can feel your gummy falls dance around him, fluttering and swelling with your orgasm ripping through. He fists the sheets with his gloved hand, his face drops into the crook of your neck as he moans out lewdly, ropes of his own pleasure caught in the latex. He collapses on top of you, the two of you just panting and you're still shaking, jerking every now and then. Tenko makes sure to keep his exposed hand away from you.

After a moment he feels your ghosting fingertips run up and back down his back, then release his hair from the hair tie. "Get off, loser!" You whisper but it's with endearment, it's with a smile. You take off the condom and then you're gone for a moment, probably using the bathroom.

"Wow," Tenko whispers to himself. How would he ever get enough of this. How would he ever get enough of you?

You return and sit on the bed, looking at him somewhat coyly. All the boys you've been with wouldn't even look at you after, wanting you to just disappear. But Tenko isn't like that… right?

"You okay?" He asks with a smile, pulling you back to lay beside him. "Did I do something wrong?" He sees the sadness in your eyes. "I didn't really mean what I called you–"

"I'm fine," you kiss his nose. "It was amazing. What about you?"

He can't help the wide smile that spreads on his face and he hides it in your skin. Answer enough. He is happy.

"I didn't know you dye your hair," you say, fingers going through his strands, tugging slightly at the dark roots.

"Hm."

"Emo."

He pinches your side and you squirm in his arms. "Stop!" He buries his face into your shoulder and bites, making you squeak. "Tenko!" Your laugh is so beautiful. He has never heard it before. You have never before laughed from your heart like you do now.

He smiles.

"What… now?"

You get on top of him, your hands are on his throat but you don't squeeze. "I will kill you if you tell a single soul about this, Shimura. I swear I will end your life."

"I won't… I'm not Todoroki," he spits, not realizing what he is implying and you get it. You understand what he is saying and it makes you feel sick but you don't want to think about it now.

You lay in bed some more but eventually decide to get some air. The heat isn't leaving your bodies, staying tender in your cheeks and you both agree that going again isn't an option. You are tired.

You sit on the roof and it's chilly. Just what you need. Your legs are dangling over the edge, your gazes on the city light ahead.

"I know I don't have to explain anything to you," you start. "But… I had sex with Touya one time… when I was too drunk to say no."

Tenko's head turns swiftly to look at you. "W-what?"

"Don't make a big deal out of it…. It's whatever," you shrug.

No. No, that is definitely not what it is. It's not whatever. It's wrong… so wrong and Touya shouldn't get away with it. And worse, the videos and pictures Touya idly showed to all the other boys, some kind of prize or badge to him, now Tenko knows they were taken without consent too.

"It's not whatever," he mumbles.

"I– I won't be nice to you at school now, you know, right?" You say, peering over to hope and see some kind of hurt but his gaze is hard and indifferent.

"Sure."

"We can keep having sex if you want? Friends with benefits situation."

"Just that we aren't friends," Tenko breathes deeply.

"Yeah… just that we aren't friends."

The next day Tenko walks into class with one glove missing. You take notice of him the second he steps into the class and you take notice of the missing glove as well. He seems focused like he is on a mission and he would let nothing get in his way.

"Dusty!" Touya laughs. "How was your weekend bro?" Touya's mocking tone and false intentions were flashing like billboards to anyone.

"It was amazing, actually," Tenko husks and with one swift movement touches Touya's phone. Everyone gasps and you jump up. What was that for?

Touya is yelling and cursing and threatening but Tenko sits down in his seat with a determined face.

He should have done that the first time Touya showed nudes to the other boys. If he gets into trouble it is absolutely worth it.

Your and Tenko's eyes meet for a brief second. You don't know about the pictures and videos and Tenko wants to save you the shame. He feels like a puppy again when you roll your eyes, uttering an insult under your breath.

And it's been like that ever since. Not really technically friends with benefits. But Tenko is sure you still are somehow friends. A friend would definitely help patch him up and lay frozen beans on his bruises like you did the following afternoon to the phone incident. And a friend would ask about what games he likes to play and listen to his rants and be there when he's sick. Granted, a friend wouldn't insult him at school and be part of the Todo-gang. With Todoroki being Tenko's main bully. But a friend also wouldn't have sex with him nearly every day because you cannot keep your hands off each other. A friend would probably not discover all these kinks and preferences along with him. A friend wouldn't beg for him like you do and submit to him the way you do when he is balls deep inside your soaking hole, a friend also wouldn't push him to the brink of madness, rendering him a whimpering mess. That's not what friends do.

Tenko isn't your friend. He knows that. He hates the idea of being your friend. 

He loves you. He is utterly, madly in love with you. And it is starting to hurt.

"Tenko! Tenko!" You cry. "Fuck!"

He has your arms pinned above your head, holding your wrists together with one of his hands. The two of you have switched to artist gloves, allowing skin to touch with still having the safety of fabric covering him.

He is different today. Like an animal. He has a mission. A goal.

His free hand is playing with your clit, his fat cock dragging deliciously deep into your gummy walls. Each thrust makes you shake and wither in his hold. He wants to break you and he is so close.

You agree that it is hilarious. You are the bully at school and Tenko is the pushover loser who lets it happen, but when you have sex he is the one being the bully and you happily take whatever he deals out.

Tears well in your eyes as you throw your head back against the mattress. "Ten! Please! Can'tcan'tcan't! Stop! Stop! Fuck!"

His gaze lifts from your swollen pussy and it is almost sinister. "Take it," he says breathy but calmly. "Just take it… like I always take it when you're mean."

"I'm not! Not anymore!" You sob. "Not mean to you."

He laughs in your face, following it up with a tender kiss. "Liar."

It's not entirely untrue. You have dialled back your attacks and group work with you is kinda fun these days… only if none of the Todo-gang is involved. 

You nod, big tearing eyes pinning his down, knowing it's true. You could be nicer. You could be his friend… really.

"I love when you cry," he groans. "You're such a dumb little fucking girl, look at you. Look at you," he coos.

 "Tenko-kun– I will– it feels–"  you try to warn but lack the words to describe this new sensation so all you do is wiggle and arch and completely melt in his touch.

"Cum for me, baby. I got you. I got you, baby girl. I'll promise you'll be fine."

"I know," you squeal. "Trust you so much." The grip on your wrists loosens at that and his gaze is much softer now but you are too blissed out to realize.

When you say stuff like that it just hurts because Tenko doesn't know if you mean it. He wishes you would.

"Ten!" You gasp and with a final hard drag of his cock he makes you come undone, fall apart in his grip.

"Fuck!" He growls, pulling out to make way for your squirt to escape. Your legs are trembling, your body tensed with your hands ripping at the sheets and you are utterly silent, nothing but pressured inhales and exhales leaving your mouth.

"Messy slut," Tenko grins. He keeps rubbing your clit, coaxing more liquid out of you still before sliding back into your ruined cunt. You bring your arms up to his shoulders pulling him closer.

"Ten," you whisper against his skin, utterly spent and fucked dumb. You hold him close as he slowly down, kissing every inch of your shoulder and kissing the trails of tears from your cheeks.

"Atta girl. So good for me like always," he whispers.

"What happened?" You whisper with a smile. "What was that?"

"You squirted," he smiles. "And it was so hot."

"Oh… I swear I was scared I peed myself."

He smiles, "you did so well for me."

And then you realize, eyes shooting up and mind sobering up from all the endorphins in a dooming crash. "You didn't–?"

He pulls out, cock still hard and throbbing with an angry red tip and you know it's not on purpose. Because if he wanted to continue he would not let you come down alone.

That never happened before. And it scares you. You hate it. He looks away ashamed, hands nipping at his skin for just a moment before you grab them. 

It's not like he didn't want to cum… he just couldn't get himself there… not even when he finally got you to squirt. Not even then? Something is wrong with him.

You both sit up. Your eyes now register the mess you've made of him and his sheets.

"D-did I do something wrong?" You ask. "Was it something I–"

"No! Of course not!" He cups your face.

Silence. 

"I… I should clean this up," you swallow the hurt and get up but your legs don't want to work.

"No. I'll do it. You go clean yourself up, alright?" He kisses your forehead.

You nod, moving slowly to gather your stuff and head to the bathroom.

Tenko sits there for a moment cursing himself. What is wrong with him? What is the issue suddenly?! You are the hottest girl on this earth to him and your compatibility when it comes to sex is insane. Why wouldn't he be able to finish?!

Tenko feels his heart sink when he hears the front door fall shut.

No… you didn't do anything wrong. He loves you. He just loves you and this fling stuff just isn't what he wants.

》》》》

You haven't talked in 3 days. You are avoiding him like the plague and somehow that is worse than your ridicule.

The hallway is empty when he stands before you. You are at the top of the stairs and he is at the bottom. Tenko always keeps his head down at school but not right now. He is looking at you, standing tall and he swears he is about to come clean in some form but then Touya comes into view behind you.

"You are coming to the party, right?" He says and walks ahead, oblivious to your hesitation and the charge in the air. "Wear that blue dress, I like, kay?"

"Why would I?" You finally snap out of it and head down the stairs. Tenko going up, gaze finding the floor again.

"I'm asking you. It looks good on you. Makes your tits look nice."

"Tch."

Tenko hates that you let him talk to you like that. He hates that you let so many guys reduce you to just your looks.

"What ya looking at, dusty?!" Touya barks and Tenko doesn't even realize he grimaced. Normally, Touya would leave it at that and Tenko would just walk away. But since their altercation about the phone things have been more hands on.

Touya shoves at Tenko's shoulder and he loses his balance falling back. It would have been bad. If he would have really fallen. He would have definitely ended up needing to see recovery girl. But he doesn’t fall. He hangs in the air and his gaze immediately shifts to you, seeing your wide, worried eyes and stretched out hand. You grab Tenko's gloved hand and pull him to stand again.

"Are you okay, Shimura?" You ask, holding the back of his elbow.

"Yes," he clears his throat and his voice shakes. "Thank you." He doesn't look at you. Not knowing what to do with Touya still there, with how things are between you right now.

You turn around to Todoroki, seething. "Are you fucking crazy?!"

Todoroki bites his tongue. No one ever calls him out.

You stood up for him. You saved him. And you called him by his name. You touched him. All in front of Touya.

It could be that easy? It could be so easy then after all?! It is nighttime when Tenko cannot take it anymore. He storms out to knock at your door but you are standing before him. In a sexy black dress, wearing platform heels. Tenko doesn't know if it is the dress Touya wanted you to wear. He hates that thought.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"Not now," you want to walk past him but he gets in the way.

"(Y/N), please. I… I can't have this be a fling anymore." He needs more. He is selfish and greedy but he needs more. He loves you. He does.

"I gotta go," your voice shook.

"Why are you going?"

"Why not? My friends and I are going to a party. Why wouldn't I go?"

"Because they aren't your friends."

"You don't even have friends, Shimura. What do you know? You're a fucking loser. You have never been to a fucking party, or been part of a group. Or been important to anyone! You're nobody. You are all alone!"

Tenko swallows, his face twitches and he starts to itch at his neck almost instantly. "Okay," he whispers sharply and turns around, closing the door and sliding down against it. He hasn't cried in so long but he cannot stop the tears from coming now, hugging himself.

》》》》

Touya snickers as he gets you to his car. "You drank like you are asking to black out," he laughs.

You just hum. That was the idea. You wanted to forget how much you hated Tenko.

You fix your seat belt somehow and the car starts to move. Touya is so spoiled. Gets a car. Gets gas money. Gets everything he wants. Well, almost everything. But he still thinks he can take whatever he desires.

"Hand off," you warn when you feel his warm palm on your thigh.

"Oh cmon. We usually fuck after parties?" He pouts.

"It was once… because I was drunk," you sigh and lay your head against the cool glass of the window. "I don't want to sleep with you."

"I think you do."

You don't answer, feeling yourself getting tired with the alcohol lulling your senses. You doze off for what feels like half a second but when you wake up the car is parked in utter darkness. Touya is trying to pull the top of your dress down to expose your breasts.

You freeze for a second then your fists begin to glow as you pull your energy into it and strike across his face.

"You fucking bitch! What the fuck!?" He bellows but it's faint because you're already out of the car and just hurrying away in a random direction.

Tears shoot into your eyes and you sob. You haven't cried in so long but you are now. You can't stop the tears from coming.

》》》》

It is absolutely ridiculous. Tenko is waiting at his door, leaning onto the railing of the balcony to look out into the parking lot, waiting for Touya's stupid car to pull up. He just wants to know you are safe.

It gets late. And later and even later and then a figure stalks into the space, hugging herself.

Your tears are still running but you have fallen into a state of delirious apathy by now. Or so you thought because when the elevator doors open to Tenko looking distraught and worried you just sob again, falling into his arms.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?" He repeats, kindly stroking the back of your head.

"Peachy," you muster a smile through your tears.

"(Y/N)," he sighs. "Are you okay?" He is so serious, holding you in place by your shoulders and you realize what he is truly asking.

You nod and sniff. "I punched Touya in the face and walked for two hours."

Tenko sighs yet again but it is more relieved now. "Atta girl."

"Ten–" Your sobs drown out your voice.

"Cmon, I'll make you some quick Ramen."

"You don't have to force yourself to be nice to me now… not after what I said," you heave. "I don't deserve it."

And somehow you still end up in his kitchen. Somehow he still finds it in himself to be there for you, to be gentle and kind and caring when all you've been to him is awful. 

Tenko is full of love. He has so much love to give. Touya picked the best guy to tear down and everyone but especially you have been complacent in the bullying. 

You change into one of his shirts and the two of you lay down.

"Do you have to throw up?" He asks.

"No."

"I hate when people throw up."

"I don't have to throw up."

"Good."

Silence.

He turns his head to look at you, making out the tears still coming from your eyes silently in the dimly lit ambiance. "Why did it bother you so much that I didn't cum that day?" He asked.

"Because I'm only worth something when I am desirable… when I'm accessible too. You don't want me anymore and I can't deal with the rejection. I can never."

"Shut up!" Tenko wants to scream but it comes out as a whisper. He sits up and turns fully to you. How could you think that about yourself?! "Have you ever considered that I want to be intimate with you because I like you! Because you are awful at playing video games but you still do it because I like it. Or because you are so damn confusing, kind as the softest soul and a bitch at the same time and you cook for me and you let me rant and you laugh so beautifully it makes me ache. Because you– you try so hard to get better, because you like dogs so much and because you help people. If you tell me we won't have sex for the rest of our lives I would still love you!" He chokes up at that. "I love you! You are so much more… so much. I was feeling awful because all I could think about was that you aren't mine! Not truly. It had nothing to do with you. And you are more than just a body, (Y/N). Dammit."

"B-but y-you said, you said you didn't want me anymore?"

"When did I say that?!" He frowns and thinks really hard. "No! No. No! I meant I don't want this to be a fling anymore because I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend!"

"Oh."

Tenko can't help but laugh. You sniff, focused on his scrunched up nose and flopping hair. He is beautiful. He is breathtakingly handsome. You reach out and touch his neck. Your fingers softly slide over the self-inflicted wounds there from scratching. It is your fault and you know it.

You cup his face and he gets quiet at the seriousness in your eyes. "I am sorry… for everything, Tenko," you say. "I am so sorry. I am sorry."

"Okay," he nods. "It's okay."

"It's not," you hug him. "I know that."

"You really need to sleep," he softly kisses your temple. He does not need to talk about it now. He doesn't need to rewind the flicker of resentment he might still feel, somewhere deep inside. He is sure it is cancelled out by the love he feels for you anyway. You will have to talk about it but not now.

"Why are you still crying?" Tenko offers softly.

"I don't know. I am so stupid," you fist his shirt. "From the first time on it's been different with you, tou treated me differently, better and I still… got in the way."

"Then get out of the way?"

You think for a moment. "Yeah."

He is right.

》》》》

Tenko slips the hood of his sweater on and grabs his backpack. He makes sure he packed everything, especially the lunch Toshinori prepared because if he doesn't Toshi will worry.

Tenko knew it wasn't the time to resolve everything on Sunday. You slept until way into the afternoon. He actually went over to inform your mother but of course she hardly cared. And when you finally woke up you were just so out of it; hungover and emotionally exhausted. It was okay really. It really was okay.

Tenko grabs his keys and closes the front door, locking it two times. He is deeply in thoughts, thinking about you and him and what will happen now that he came clean. He told you he loved you. What the fuck.

He turns and nearly jumps into the wall. His heart stops beating altogether.

"Hi," you smile and take his hand, locking your fingers to his. "Slept well?"

"Y-yes?" You walk to the elevator together, then the bus. On the bus you lay your head on his shoulders despite schoolmates already being on it.

"A-are you better?" He asks eventually because he cannot take the looks anymore. You look so different. More… you. The you he knows anyway.

"Yes," your thumb softly traces his covered knuckles. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"

"Y-yes! Yes!" He squeezes your hand.

You lean over and kiss his cheek, pushing back his hair with a smile.

"(Y/N)?" He just stares at you in confusion.

"What? Am I not good at doing this girlfriend thing?" Your face goes pale.

Tenko is sure he suddenly developed his grandmother's quirk. He is sure he floated for a second. He is so sure. He feels like he is on fire. It's a good itchy. It's amazing.

"No," he smiles with teeth. "You're doing great."

Tenko can't lie. He is terrified when you arrive at school and your hands are still tangled up. He is shaking. Everyone is looking and everyone is staring and mumbling and uttering.

"You're doing great too," you smile at him. "You're fine."

You saw Touya a mile away. The whole left side of his face was black and blue. He steps up to you and Tenko, keeping his eyes down so you are sure he hasn't even registered it yet.

"Can we talk?"

"No," you say.

"Tch!? What the hell is your problem?!"

"Fuck off, Todoroki!" Tenko says.

And now Touya finally looks and sees. His eyes stay at your interlocking hands then raises to your face and then his and back to yours.

"You are kidding, right? You are kidding?" He laughs.

"Let's go, Ten."

"Ten?!" He laughs more. "You are unbelievable. Is this to make me jealous?!"

You take a deep breath. "Nothing I do from here on is about you… has anything to do with you. You are awful, Todoroki."

"This fucking loser?! You bitch can't be serious?!"

"Leave her alone," Tenko threatens.

"Shut up!" Touya barks. "Go fucking kill yourself, you freak!"

"Stop!" You let go of Tenko and shove at Touya's chest. "You are just an asshole, Touya! And I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry your daddy doesn't fucking love you and you feel the need to hurt other people because of it! And I am sorry I let you, I am sorry I was part of it. But we are done, you can fuck off!!"

The people in the hallway all gasp and Touya blinks in shock at someone talking back at him.

You take Tenko's hand and walk ahead. He can feel you shaking.

"I love you," he says.

I truly sacrificed to create this ridiculous mug. biting clay is a bad sensory experience 😔 who would have guessed

I’m tempted not to glaze the bite marks so it looks like it was bitten through the glaze lmao

This man's hands omg

How can something so deadly be so pretty?

I want to do his nails and take care of his hands

I want to kiss his knuckles 😩😩😩

I want to hold pinkies with him

I want him to hold me

He ain't handsome he's so beautiful.

Narilamb part2:

Okay okay, this time its less canon but imagine the lamb opening the bar and narinder take a drink but then is posess(idk how to spell it preperly i'm french sorry). The lamb do his best to find him in dongeon and when he finaly find him punish him from drinking whitch of course frustrate Narinder but hey, he couldn't just let his favorite ex god be posses again and have to kill him !

Shigaraki x Fem Reader

Tw: stalking, mentions of Shigaraki having kidnapped and r*ped girls in the past, consensual kidnapping (idk, but reader is eager for it fhrhdhdh), reader is fucked up in the head, reader is way too happy with being turned into a pet, 'pet' as a term of endearment, one death threat (not towards reader), owner/pet relationship, one use of 'pup' and 'master', surprisingly soft, could be considered ooc, dubcon since reader falls asleep while fucking.

Based on something @zhongh-li wrote. The og was deleted, so here's the summary: during an interview where Shigaraki reads tweets directed at him, he comes across one tweet of you saying you would give everything up in order to suck his dick. This pleases him, and turning to the camera he says "You should have left your phone number, how will I be able to contact you? I want my dick sucked." (@zhongh-li 's version was way better, but that was the gist of it, now onto the actual fic dhdhsysu)

You had replayed the clip about ten times now. Eyes wide open, jaw hanging in surprise as you simply replayed the sound of his voice saying your user name over and over.

Not only that, but he had asked you to dm him.

Of course, it could have been just a joke. But there was a 1% chance that he was serious, and you simply could not let that chance slide. The only problem was: you didn't know his twitter user.

Of course you didn't, he was the most dangerous villain, he wouldn't be posting in the internet making it easy for cops to track him. You had to think. You were so focused on the fact that your idol had noticed you, that you didn't even stop to think about the ramifications of what you had done.

You had just publicly declared allyship to a villain organizarion, and your account had been broadcasted for all to see. The knock on your door later that day should not have surprised you. But it did, and you sweated and stuttered as men in black suits opened up the doors to your one room apartment, warrant in hand, claiming you were under suspicion of being complicit in the League's crimes.

All because of a horny tweet.

In the end, things got solved, as there was nothing connecting you to the criminals besides some scattered thirst posts you had made and some anti hero rants on your Instagram. Your claims could honestly have landed you in jail if you had a quirk, but a quirkless runt like you didn't pose any real threat. Still, your twitter account had been suspended due to "spreading propaganda" and all your hopes of meeting with Shigaraki were crushed.

Back in his hideout, he smiled to himself. Silly little girl. As soon as he finished filming that interview, he went straight to his computer to find out just who you were. After all, there was a chance you could be his type, how could he pass on the opportunity of getting his cock sucked by a cutie?

You honestly exceeded his expectations. While stalking you online, he figured it would be a troll, maybe a dude, or someone really old, or even too young for him. Instead, he found your Instagram, filled with pictures of your pretty face. You seemed to be around his age, and your anti hero discourse in some of your story highlights made his smile grow even wider.

By the time the video was released, he had already found your address, and had hidden cameras set all over your apartment. Online, you seemed willing, but who knew what would happen when he actually contacted you. That's why he decided to monitor you for a while, just to make sure he could get you in a situation where you wouldn't be able to run.

Little did he know that all his worries were pointless, as you were in fact more than willing to satisfy his every need.

He chuckled as he watched you replay the video time and time again, your embarassed yet happy expression at his reply was endearing, you seemed to really love him, after all. How useful.

You went to bed exhausted after being interrogated by those men. You mindlessly played on your phone until a notification on instagram caught your attention.

"You were so cute reacting to the video. But so silly too, of course the government would show up if you posted things like that. Lucky for you, cute, silly and willing to please are just my type."

You froze. Yes, this could be Shigaraki. But also, it could very well be a random stranger who had started to stalk you. You trembled, eyes fixed on the message at the screen. You didn't reply. Moments passed, and a new message appeared. A video.

Gulping, you pressed play.

A hand held a paper, your user name written on it, along with the sentence "is this enough proof that I'm the real deal?" Five of his fingers touched the paper, and soon, it was turned into dust. Your heart beat rapidly against your chest as you gasped in surprise.

Fingers quickly moving trough the keyboard, you didn't want to keep him waiting.

"I am so sorry for doubting you, I can't believe this, I love you, aaaaaaaaaaa!!"

"You love me? How sweet. So I guess that means I am getting my dick wet, after all?"

You could die happy.

"YES YES!! Please, please let me, I know I can make you feel good, please!"

"Careful, if you keep acting sweet I might just take you and never let you go."

Were you dreaming? Did God finally bless you by making your fantasies of being taken away from your shitty life finally come true?

Was it even healthy for you to be so willing to allow this? Shouldn't you be scared at the way he had clearly stalked you?

Some say love is blind, and that may as well be true, because you ignored every single red flag as you typed "What if I told you that I've been dreaming of being taken away all along?"

Palming his erection, Shigaraki was completely stunned at your behaviour. The footage of your reactions to his messages made it clear you were being truthful. How could a person so willing to dive straight into dangerous territory like that even exist?

You were clearly fucked up in the head, but then again, broken girls were always the kinkier ones.

"Stay in your room tomorrow, don't go outside. Message your family you're gonna go on a trip, say an ex has been harassing you and you need a break. Destroy your phone and your computer, and wait for me. I'll make your dreams come true."

You should be scared. You should be fucking terrified. But instead, you squealed in delight, hugging your pillow as you immediately did what he ordered. Bye bye, work. Bye bye, shitty apartment. Bye bye, boring life. Your prince in a white horse was finally coming to take you away from the confines of hero society.

When Shigaraki opened the door to your apartment, part of him still expected a bad reaction. He thought you would look at him in disgust, yell, fight back. The idea of someone loving him was just too forgein.

It didn't make sense for him to think like this. He had been glued to his computer, watching the camera feed nonstop, even neglecting sleep just to watch you. He had seen you obediently follow his orders with a smile on your face, heard the way his name fell from your lips when you slept. Yet he still couldn't believe it.

Which is why the lack of reaction caught him off guard. You noticed him, but you didn't scream. You didn't cry, you didn't run away in disgust. You smiled, softly whispering "finally..."

Fuck... He might end up falling for you for real.

"Come." Was all he said, and you did as you were told. You didn't bring anything with you, just the clothes on your body. You obediently allowed Spinner to blindfold you, as he explained it would be dangerous to have you see throughout the car ride, since it would give away their exact location.

Shigaraki had pets before. He knew how to break down a girl and how to deal with them fighting back. He was used to being called all sorts of names as he tried to get them to understand their position. After a bout a year, they would finally be perfectly broken. But you? You were more obedient than any of the girls he tortured, and he hadn't even laid a finger on you yet.

The others couldn't hide their surprise when you asked for permission to speak. You thanked Shigaraki as soon as he allowed you, saying that you were really happy that he had allowed you to be in his presence.

Indeed, you were. You weren't a villain, but not by choice. By the time you were a teen, you were already filled with hatred for the hero world, swearing to yourself that if only you had a quirk, then you'd make everyone pay. Being allowed to be in Shigaraki's presence truly felt like a blessing.

"Quirkless, huh? Poor little thing. Don't worry, pet, If you're good to me, I'll give you one."

That was too good to be true. Embarassed, you stammered "N-no, please, someone as lowly as me is grateful just being allowed near you, t-that's too much..."

You couldn't see the smile on his face.

"You just earned yourself a treat."

The car stopped, and people started touching you. You didn't fight back, as you allowed them to carry you into what you assumed were the hideout. Many voices could be heard. A girl squealed "Am I getting a new dolly?"

A man whisteled "Good one, boss. Can I fuck her later?"

You didn't have time to frown, as Shigaraki's voice echoed trough the room "If you even breathe near her I'll fucking kill you."

You smiled, you felt safe.

Finally, you heard a door closing, and the blindfold came off. The blinds were closed, and the lights turned off. Computer monitors were the only source of light, blue light illuminating your idol's face. He sat on a chair, red eyes looking down on you as he smiled.

"Time to play, pet."

You didn't waste time, immediately moving your hands towards his sweatpants. You looked deranged, and Shigaraki figured that that was a great word to describe you. After all, only someone sick would act like this.

Drool fell from your mouth as you asked "Am I really allowed? Can I really? Are you sure?"

Four fingers pressed against your head, pushing you to his erection. "Less talking, more sucking."

With a smile on your face, you took his cock out of his underwear, marveling at it. Any normal person would be disgusted at the lack of grooming Shigaraki practiced, but not you. You took his lenght in your mouth, bitter taste flooding you as your eyes teared up. It should have grossed you out, and yet, it didn't.

You took it all in, no regards for your own safety as you choked on it, forcing yourself to swallow every bit of skin, even if it meant you couldn't breathe. His balls slapped against your chin as you moved, his musk invading your nostrils, every sensation driving you crazy.

You were so focused on doing good, you didn't even realize how Shigaraki panted and moaned, body shivering with every swipe of your tongue, mind blown as he never had someone so willing to please him like this. He was going to cum soon, and he didn't care.

Eight fingers grabbing onto your neck, dry, bruised skin rough against your softness, overgrown nails digging into you as warm white liquid filled your throat. He took his cock out, and marveled at how you moaned in delight upon tasting his seed, drinking every single drop he had given to you.

You bowed. You fucking bowed, like the obedient little pup he had come to learn you were, and thanked him for allowing you to suck him off. Fuck, it was like you were the personification of every single one of his fantasies.

His face flushed bright red, as he finally allowed himself to express how he felt inside, safe in the privacy of his own room. You kept your head on the ground, waiting for an order. "G-get up..." He mumbled, still taken aback by your every action.

You smiled to him, adoration in your eyes as you looked at him. Putting on his tough guy act again, he scoffed. "My lap, now. Gonna reward you for being good."

You squelaed, immediately sitting between his thighs. His hands wandered trough your body, pinky fingers always away from your soft skin as he groped you all over, your mewls music to his ears.

He pinched your nipples, making you cry out his name, quivering lips and teary eyes looking up at him, making him feral. Damp cloth grinded against him, your arousal evident as you desperatly chased your high.

Your master was benevolent, undressing you, and filling your needy little hole with his cock. Your walls clenched as you took him in, repeating "thank you" over and over as your legs shook, laying soft kisses in every part of him you could reach.

His cock twitched, no one had ever touched him like that, with love, with need. He barely had to move, your needy body moving up and down, moving on his cock as you moaned, putting on a show for him. You felt exhausted, not used to moving your body that much, but for Shigaraki, it felt needed. He shouldn't have to do any work, it was your job to please him.

Soon, you were creaming on his erection, panting as you clung to him, conscious fading as physical exhaustion took over. One arm held you in position as he thrusted a couple more times, reaching his own orgasm while pulling you flush against him.

Your unconscious state allowing him to be vulnerable, chapped lips brushed against your cheeks as he held you close, an affectionate smile on his face as he closed his eyes, letting himself sleep, his cock still buried inside of you.