Okay, I have a new story in the works with multiple chapters. And the first chapter is done so I wanna give a seek peek π©·. (I won't be posting it until the second chapter is done so I can keep up with it better.)
This is Weird Little Gamer Boy Tomura x Bimbo Reader. Title pending π
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Tw: Tomura keeps looking at Reader's boobs.
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Time passed just like that for a while. You invested in your show and Tomura nose deep in his phone. You don't know what distracted you but something caught your attention, making you turn away from the TV. Your gaze fell upon Tomuraβs game. The pixelated graphics and effects captivated you in a way you never thought possible. You watched as he skillfully defeated every villain in his way, solved puzzles, and even found secrets. You didn't know games could be so exciting. All the ones you'd seen were so meaningless. Bright and colorful, but there was nothing underneath. They were hollow. This game was made with care and it showed. Before you knew it, you were along for the ride. Your body pressed up against his, attempting to get a better look. The instant you touched him, Tomura mentally froze. His fingers still absentmindedly played along but his brain was reeling. He could feel your plush chest against his arm and your breath on his neck. It was driving him crazy. Your boobs practically spilled out of your top, allowing him to start sneaking glances at your cleavage. Glances eventually turned into stares as his mouth started salivating.
βOh!β You exclaimed, your acrylic nails digging into his forearm.
βYou died!β
Tomura's attention snapped back to his device, the "game over" screen flashing on his phone. A hint of frustration crossed his features but quickly dissipated under your touch.
βAh, I'm sorry.β
You suddenly realized just how close you'd gotten to him, you releasing his arm and scooting away from him. Everything felt cold after that. Once he learned how good it felt to be held by you, he was hooked. It was like someone pulled a blanket off of him or turned on a light in a dark room. That desperate need for comfort to be restored as soon as possible. He needed you against him, under him, in him. He never felt like this before. Even in his loneliest moments. None compared to this, this wasn't loneliness. It was much, much deeper than that.
βIt's okay.β
Tomura bit his lip.
β...You can watch.β
Your eyes lit up.
βReally!?β You asked, turning towards him. You leaned forward, pressing your palms down against the couch. He once again had a clear shot of your tits. He licked his lips.
βYeah.β
You squealed, scooting back next to him.
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He says, while wearing a League of Legends shirt
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bkdk: π¨ββ€οΈβπβπ¨
shigatomu:π§π»ββοΈ
all credits to the original artist @Xenochka on X
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Happy birthday baby sweetie. Sorry about your entire life :/
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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 keeps 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.
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