Guess Who Fall For Another That Can Kill Ypu With Just A Touch ? Not Me Haha...ha....

Accidental Boyfriend Drabble: Want A Hug

You can hear him smile.

Every mumbled word carries the grin on his face over to you. You are on different sides of campus right now but you feel his smile in every cell of your body. It is soft, fuzzy and so warm.

“How do I get the aim window again?” You ask.

“Hold shift.”

“Hm!” You aim with your character and shoot down fruit that turn into ingredients for potions once you pick them up. “Hehe.”

“Good job,” he says.

You smile, “you're so patient with me.”

“You're fine,” he chuckles. “This is so fun. I like explaining it to you… over and over and over.” He jokes.

“It is,” you agree. “But if you keep smiling like that your cheeks will go numb.”

“What?” He laughs. “I am not smiling! Pff how'd you know?”

“I know,” you say softly. You picture him all cosy with the cat ear headset on. Your heart aches. “I miss you.”

“How?” He nearly giggles. You were together just this morning and now you are spending time with each other too. What do you mean?

“I just do,” you shrug. “Want a hug.”

Tomura thinks. He wouldn't be opposed to a hug right now… not at all and if you want one… well. “Okay…. Then I'll come over and give you a hug?” You asked for one afterall… why wouldn't?

You hear how he gets up. “Tomura–” you chuckle. “I mean… I was serious but you really don't–”

“No. I'm coming. Already on my way,” he says and you hear the door fall shut.

You laugh. “I'll meet you halfway.” You quickly put on your slipper and head down the hallway.

“Are we hanging up? We see each other in approximately 3 minutes?” He asks.

“No! I'll miss you even more.” You hurry down the path. Students are still lingering around even though it's evening and all classes have finished for the day.

“Aren't you being a bit dramatic?” Tomura says with softness.

“Not at all!” You giggle.

“I can literally see you already.”

“And? Stay on the phone with me… I'll be lonely.”

“You're being silly.” He says as you fall into his arms, nuzzling your face into his hoodie.

“I'm silly for you,” you smile.

“That makes no sense?” He squeezes tightly, feeling so much relief to his whole body whenever he is close to you.

You stay like that for a long moment. He just holds you. You like being close to him so much. The chemistry is just there. How could you be blind to it in the beginning?

What if you hadn't asked him that day but someone else? What if he hadn't misunderstood you? You are right where you need to be. It all happened because you, for sure, are meant to be. That thought makes you blush and you squeeze him even tighter.

“Okay… Okay,” he chuckles. “You got your hug… now let's get back to the game. You can make it to level 25 today.”

“With your help, absolutely!” You smile.

You nod and you turn around again, walking back to your dorms. The call never ended. You are maybe just 10 meters apart when you turn around again.

“Tomura?” You say into your phone.

“Hm?” He turns and looks at you.

“My boyfriend in high-school always made me feel like it's a burden to spend time with me and I had friends who told me that sometimes I am ‘too much’.”

He listens, not really understanding why you are telling him. He can't tell if you are upset… he is micromanaging even the smallest changes in tone and facial expressions of the people around him, so he never misses when he has made someone upset– it doesn't always work– right now he cannot tell at all what you feel. Did he do something wrong?

You suddenly smile. It is unlike any smile you shared with him so far. He stops breathing. This smile is so authentic, so raw and thankful. “You never make me feel like that. Thank you, Tomura.”

Oh.

YES ! FUCKING YES !

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Chapter Twenty-Four - At Last

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

Notes: Ho(s) Ho(s) Ho(s)! Happy Holidays my lovelies. Here is an early Christmas present (or late Hanukkah present) to get you through the holidays. Thank you all for always having so much patience for my slow updates and I look forward to finishing this fic with you all in the New Year!

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Door-slamming was not particularly common in the Shigaraki household. It was a fact that would be surprising to many, considering how much anger and resentment was harbored just under the surface of this “perfect” luxury, penthouse apartment. Nonetheless, it was a rarity. Perhaps due to the very fact that they were under this roof, that any weakness that led to such an outburst was kept so under wraps. The head of the household was too poised and the young successor too self-destructive to ever show the hand of their emotions like that.

So, it went without saying that when Kurogiri heard the front door slam open, hours after Tomura Shigaraki was due home, it gave him enough concern to pause his dish washing.

“Tomura Shigaraki?” he called out to the entrance.

A thunk responded. And then a twin thunk soon after. They were his shoes, hitting whatever wall or plank of floor was unlucky enough to be in Shigaraki’s way, Kurogiri realized as he left the kitchen and saw the young ward storming through the living room in bare feet.

“Is everything alright?”

He didn’t respond. Just continued to storm straight for the staircase.

Ignoring Kurogiri when he was pissed off was practically the norm for Shigaraki. That wasn’t enough to worry his ever-attentive and unphased carer. It was the dazed sway and stumble in his step. The way that he walked straight into the decorative end table, clearly hitting his foot hard enough to hurt, but not slowing down. Only throwing the offending furniture aside hard enough to splinter. Violently, but wordlessly.

Now, that behavior worried Kurogiri.

“Tomura Shigaraki, what’s wrong?”

The clear, unsettling mix of numbness and pain practically frothing at the surface, just waiting to bubble over and tear him apart.

“ Tenko .”

A forbidden word in this house, but one that was serious enough to finally stop Shigaraki in his tracks. But not for long. He tried to climb up the stairs just a second later, but it gave Kurogiri enough time to actually catch him by the shoulders and turn him around to look at him.

His expression was ragged, broken. Not unlike the way he looked when he first came into the Boss’s care. But there was a burning hatred in his eyes as well, one much more raging and self-loathing than Kurogiri had ever seen. And that was saying something.

There were no polite words Kurogiri could use to describe this expression. Frankly, it worried the shit out of him.

“Tomura, son,” Kurogiri breathed, letting himself show a sentimentality and worry that his boss would certainly fire him for if he knew of it, “What’s happened?”

Everything about him — his body movement, tense posture, the fresh blood on his neck — it all conveyed a furiousness that Kurogiri was quite used to, a tantrum-like anger that was no cause for concern. But his face read something different. A blankness, a sickness, an exhaustion.

Devastation.

Tomura Shigaraki was breaking before his very eyes.

“Nothing,” he lied through grit teeth.

Kurogiri reached into his vest pocket, pulling out a spare handkerchief he kept exactly for these purposes. He reached it forward, padding Shigaraki’s neck gently, “ This is not nothing, Tomura.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” he spat, looking away and tilting his head back so that Kurogiri could get a better angle at his neck.

Now that had to be the greatest lie he’d ever heard the boy spout.

Realizing that this current path was getting him no closer to a clear answer, Kurogiri decided to try a different approach. To dig a little deeper.

“You went to see your friend today, didn’t you?” he asked, “How did that go—”

Shigaraki snapped to him, furious and frantic. He smacked Kurogiri’s hand away from him, might’ve even hit the family caretaker if he hadn’t had the quick instinct to step away.

“Don’t mention her! Don’t you ever mention that stupid bitch to me again!” 

Ah, so that was it.

“It’s alright, Tomura Shigaraki. You can tell me what happened,” Kurogiri assured gently, trying to figure out the best way to get close to him now that he’d started tearing into his neck again. He was like a cornered animal right now, a captive wolf trying to chew its own leg off and ready to bite and kill anything that got near him, “Just calm down—”

“Calm down— I don’t need to fucking calm down!” he practically screamed, “You think I give a shit what she does with her life? What she does with him ?! It doesn’t mean anything! She’s worthless! Just another whore Sensei bought me to keep me from getting bored! I hope she fucking die—!”

Shigaraki froze suddenly, unable to get that last word out of his mouth. Because it wasn’t true. 

None of it was true of course, but that especially — the idea of not only him never seeing her again, but her not existing at all? He couldn’t even pretend to think that. Just the idea of it made him sick.

 He slapped a hand over his mouth suddenly, a distress that Kurogiri knew all too well filling the young boy’s bloodshot eyes.

No more words or time was needed. Kurogiri grabbed Shigaraki by the shoulders and rushed him to the bathroom where he promptly and violently emptied the contents of his stomach.

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My heart is breaking in a million pieces because Tomura thinks he can destroy the world and go back to the League, but he doesn't know that most of them are either dead or terribly hurt.

He doesn't know Twice died because he refused to betray them. Tomura doesn't know that Mr. Compress sacrificed himself to save him, doesn't know about the way that Compress screamed he loved the League as he went down. He has no clue about what AFO did to Spinner in Tomura's name, the way Dabi explained so perfectly to Shouto the LOV and their philosophies because he always paid attention even if he said he didn't, Tomura wasn't there to witness Toga's breakdown over not being able to use the Dabi's flames or his decay even if she loved them so much.

At his absolute worst, even once the worst of his own past is over, the thought of them keeping him going.

He wants to destroy the world for them.

His League of Villains.

They love him so much. He loves them so much.

They can only imagine it, but they. don't. know.

Come Down to the Black Sea IV

Summary: The sea seems to call to you, but it’s not the tumultuous clash of the waves you should fear. Something lurks deep beneath the black waters, something sinister with a piqued interest and ill intent.

Rating: Explicit

No real warnings in this chapter, surprisingly. A little bit of blood and mentions of depression, but nothing overtly terrible. If you’re new, please check out the previous parts for applicable warnings. 

PART I, PART II, PART III, AO3 MIRROR

TAGLIST: @lemonzoey, @babayaga67, @badtimechara, @prospekt-42 @krystalwithakay, @lunera-san, @jenorca​ (If you wish to be added or removed, please let me know, it’s very difficult to find everyone who wanted to be added on the older posts so I might have missed some and I apologize.)

It seems so lonely sometimes, the ocean.

The gentle push and shove of the waves, pulling at the sand as if to yank land into a reluctant embrace. The sea swallows anything you give to it, finding a home in her waters for whatever you might offer. She preserves our devastation and tragedy, collections of scattered bones and memories buried deep in a sepulchral graveyard of algae. Once picturesque ships now rusted and rotten along her depths that humanity once revered and has now left to rot. She leaves them relatively undisturbed, finding a home for her creatures instead, repurposing our disasters and death to bring new life inside of her.

You wonder, sometimes, if she gets lonely too. If perhaps that’s why she clings to the surface’s lost trinkets and breeds new growth in its stead. We offer only destruction, and she benevolently gives back life. Ying and yang. Water and land. Life and death. A forlorn balance.

She’s calm tonight. Tame waves tenderly caressing the side of the rock you’ve dubbed your new cathedra. It’s a mild night; soft winds and balmy. It’s mournful in a way you can’t describe, almost sad in nature despite the general pleasantness of the atmosphere. Like there’s something missing, something taken. Something it searches for but can’t find or replace. Something important replaced by dust and emptiness. An entire piece taken out of being.

Or perhaps you’re projecting your own emotions onto an inanimate entity.

It’s been building for some time- ashes still simmering beneath an extinguished fire. A dull ache in your chest that hollows in your throat during your weaker moments. A part of you that longs to reach out and grasp something that cannot be felt.

Humans aren’t islands. They weren’t meant to exist alone. Yet, for years, you’ve felt nothing but.

You can cry your sorrows to the water and dip your toes in the tides but even if she wanted to, the ocean cannot respond to your pleas. She can only listen, returning your confidence with small sea creatures that cross your path as if to soothe you. Occasionally a small school of fish you can barely see beneath the navy waves. Sometimes a small crab.

You’re left wondering why she saw fit to send Shigaraki. Perhaps her way of telling you to quit trauma-dumping.

Afficher davantage

i think (if i’m not mistaken) shigaraki is the only one in the game who had 2 suggestive lines and you’re telling me this guy doesn’t watch porn?

Toy

Shigaraki x F!Reader smut

Synopsis: Shigaraki uses you whenever he feels like it. Though sometimes he's merciful enough to grant you a moment of happiness in the middle of your grim reality

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI, smut, dubcon, possessive behavior, implied noncon, implied abduction, toxic relationship, toxic behavior, Stockholm Syndrome

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Word count: 1.1k

A.N.: A draft, which was almost finished.

A beam of sunlight shines between the bars of a small window. It sparkles on the wooden floor, appearing almost magical, at least for someone who’s been denied access outside for many, many months. 

Staring at the beautiful light, it seems like a divine privilege in the dark room. You can almost feel the warmth of it and see the weather outside; the breeze that could caress your hair, the fresh air flooding your nostrils– Your mind wanders away, too deep inside inaccessible dreams that you can’t focus on anything else, not even on the cock that moves in and out of you. 

“Oi.“ 

A husky voice pulls you back into reality and your face turns at the man above you. His white locks hang messily, crimson eyes staring down at you grimly. 

“Would it kill you to see some effort?“ Shigaraki asks, annoyed.

Quickly understanding your mistake, an apologetic smile spreads on your face, “Oh, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to!“ You exclaim cutely and bring your hands on his shoulders, but it does nothing to the scowl on his face. 

When he’s there, your attention should never stray to anything that isn’t him. His desires are always your priority, anything else he considers disobedience. 

But your smile widens sincerely so he’s willing to accept that you were just distracted by something you couldn’t see often. He exhales gruffly, accepting your apology before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. 

Placing your hand on his cheek, you smile into the kiss as he starts thrusting again, slowly, sensually. Your fingers run through his untamed hair as he begins to pick up the pace. Parting away, you close your eyes, moans tumbling down your lips as you lean your head back. 

Shigaraki is getting closer as he mutters curses under his breath, balls tightening in approaching orgasm. Slamming his hips against yours, thrusts sloppy and careless as he uses your little pussy to get himself off. 

With a loud grunt through gritted teeth, he thrusts deep inside you and releases his seed in steady spurts. Face buried in the crook of your neck, he pants and shivers while emptying himself inside you. 

You caress his back and hum, smile never faltering while showing affection that is uncommon for someone in your position.

Shigaraki isn’t that mindful though. After pumping you full of his cum, he pulls out unceremoniously and gets up to gather his discarded clothes. 

You’ve grown accustomed to his careless habit as he possesses many of them, so you only pull the cover over your naked figure and watch him slip back into his clothes. As he buckles his belt, you detect that he seems unbothered enough for you to ask a question that’s been in the back of your mind for some time. 

“U-umm.. Tomura?”

“What?” 

“I was wondering.. Do you think you could let me go outside?”

Your question makes him glance at you from the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t show any other emotion than his usual indifference.

“Why would I do that?” He asks while putting on his black t-shirt. 

“Well.. It seems that there’s lovely weather outside. And I’ve been inside for so long that I would really be grateful to get some fresh air,” you explain with another precious smile. 

Shigaraki however, shows no reaction to your plea, if anything it seems like he needs more reassurance, which you deliver immediately. 

“Please? I promise I won’t try to run away.”

He takes his time to measure your request, which is an act of kindness. In other words, completely unnecessary for him. Your comfort isn’t by any means important as your only purpose is to serve pleasure and you should never become an inconvenience to him. 

But such a cold, calculating way of thinking is for someone without feelings. Shigaraki might seem callous, but he isn’t, at least towards anyone he cares about. He knows he should grant you a little moment of joy for becoming so obedient. 

After all, he still remembers your first nights, when you were scared and trembling, sinking away from his touch. When your tears overflowed and you had difficulties accepting reality, which was that you were his property now. He has seen your face scrunch when he penetrated you, heard your pitiful little cries when he rammed his cock in you. 

He’s watched you turn from a fearful, reluctant little captive into a toy who’s ready to fulfill his every need. And truthfully, he feels guilt drilling his gut whenever you look at him so hopefully. It just makes his heart incapable of remaining stern so he sighs heavily—

“Fine.”

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 💀🤌✨

can we stop doing this trope

Beetlejuice would be fun with the situation they are in even if its nit my fav its the first that came to my mind !

Jumanji or a funny film could have pretty funny reaction maybe ? Idk

Or a classical (idk if it count but sometime like titanic or pretty woman)

Anyway, love you fanfics<3

asking for help from anybody who read LLG: if you read it and have any stake in Haunting for Beginners please help me generate a list of movies for the reader and Shigaraki to watch