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Can I get some mommy kink Shig or a first date (up to you) and congratulations for 500 followers!

Thank you thank you! I saw this last night and really had every intention of doing first date because I already did a couple lil' mommy kink things for this, but then I got this idea in my brain and well...mommy kink it is. (I guess this is just who I am now?)

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You're stirred from sleep by Tomura nuzzling needily against you, soft whines escaping from his throat, gloved fingers curling into your shirt.

"What's the matter, baby?" you mumble, still only half-awake, and Tomura whines again, burying his face against your breast.

"Had a bad dream, mommy." His voice is muffled, small and vulnerable, and it sends a tender pang straight through your chest. It's no surprise he has nightmares with a past like his, and you already know how he likes to sooth himself at times like these.

"Here, baby boy." You shift, one arm hooking around him to pull him closer, the other shoving up the bottom of your shirt to expose your chest. Tomura wastes no time wrapping his mouth around your tit, letting out a small contented sigh as his warm tongue works over that pebbled flesh, sucking and nibbling. You can feel him growing hard too, his arousal pressing into your lower thigh, but you make no move to offer him relief. He doesn't ask either; in most cases he'd whine and plead, begging mommy to quell the throbbing ache in his cock, but on nights like these you know that what he really wants is simply to cling to you and be comforted.

Not that stops him from humping against your leg a little, his hips grinding into you, his satisfied murmurings growing into throaty whines and whimpers as his movements grow more needy, though still slow. He latches harder onto your nipple, and you already know you'll have a deep purple bloom there tomorrow.

His mewling grows worse when you start to stroke at his hair, his other hand lifting to grip your breast tightly, his rutting growing more frantic until his hips are stuttering.

"M-mommy," he whimpers, that high-pitched cry muffled by your breast. Then he's shuddering, and you feel a familiar stickiness against your thigh.

"Feel better, baby?" you ask, but Tomura doesn't respond. When you glance back down you see his eyes are closed, his rough lips curved into a contented smile. He's already asleep.

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Showering with Shiggy👀

In retrospect maybe it was weird of me to put this in the SFW prompts, but I’m sticking with that vibe. (There’s like, general discussion of nudity and adult relationships though for obvious reasons, just no smut.)

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It's a calculated move, suggesting Shigaraki join you in the shower. It hasn't entirely escaped your attention that he avoids being naked with you, despite the fact that you're sleeping together. He'll happily strip you bare but never gives you the chance to do the same to him, and while at first you'd thought it was some sort of power play, now you're not so sure. He keeps himself covered so often in other contexts, hiding his face behind Father - perhaps this is more of the same.

You hadn't really expected him to agree either, but he'd only chewed at the inside of his cheek for a long moment before nodding, telling you to start without him and that he'd join you in a minute.

More than a minute passes, but he does come in eventually. The small shower has already filled with steam, and you have to wonder if that's what he was waiting for - some semblance of cover - because he's obviously self-conscious, his fingernails grazing his neck as he avoids your gaze. You don't comment for now, only guide him to the shower stool and wordlessly start massaging shampoo into his pale hair.

He looks good, if you're being honest, all sharp angle and lean muscles, both of which you'd expected because it's not as though you haven't touched him before, so it's hard to imagine why he'd be so shy about his body. Or at least, it's hard to imagine until you're rinsing the shampoo from his hair, leaning down to wash away the suds cascading down his back, and you notice all the scars.

Some are large, some small, but those pale lines litter his dry skin, numerous enough to send your heart wrenching at the thought of what he must have been through, a lifetime of rough touches that probably won't let up any time soon. You let your finger trace over one especially long mark, and it's then he finally looks at you, obviously gauging your reaction, his lip twitching almost imperceptibly - a nervous tick you've picked up only through careful observation.

But you just smile softly at him, reaching for the conditioner and working it into his dry, frizzy hair, and after a moment his body slumps, as though some of the tension has finally drained from him, the corner of his mouth curving up as he settles in under your touch. Comfortable.

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He like’s laying on his girlfriend boobies because it’s reminds him of his mom

I'm assuming this one is for Shig, since we all know he's the one with the mommy fixation 👀 This one's just a lil' NSFW.

Also slight manga spoilers here, maybe.

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Tomura shifts, nuzzling his face a little more firmly against your chest. He's always liked your tits, loved kneading that supple flesh with his fingers and tugging at your sensitive nipples until they rose to stiff peaks, but it wasn't until all those memories of his childhood came flooding back that he'd found real comfort in them. It's as though he's a child again, calmed by his mother brushing the tears from his itchy eyes and pulling him to her breast, arms wrapping tightly, protectively around him.

His mother is long, long gone, and it's a relief that he found you before he remembered her, before he ever had the chance to miss her. When things are too much and he craves that warmth, he can sooth himself with this, with the pillowy softness of your breast beneath his cheek, and the feel of your fingers carding gently through his hair.

With you, he's safe.

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Congrats on 500!! For the prompt submissions if you’re still doing them can I get “stop moving” and Public sex for overhaul or Shigaraki? Whichever you feel like writing for :0

Went with Overhaul for this one because I feel like he doesn’t get enough love :D Threw in just a lil’ bit of cockwarming too cuz why not.

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You shift in Overhaul's lap, barely managing to bite back your whimper. You know you'll be in trouble if you give him away; the club is crowded and no one will think twice about you sitting in his lap - you certainly aren't the only girl clinging to their boyfriend in this crowded club, though you are the only one doing so in this immaculate VIP area - but if you don't control yourself then you risk making obvious that that's not all you're doing.

But it's hard. So hard, when his cock is nestled inside you, stretching you wide yet unbearably still, offering no relief as slick leaks down your thighs and your cunt flutters greedily around him. You can't help but fidget and squirm, trying to achieve some semblance of relief until gloved fingers dig roughly into your plush thighs and Overhaul lets out a low growl. He must take uncharacteristic pity on you though, because his other hand is creeping higher, ducking beneath the fabric of your skirt to brush your aching clit.

The stroke of his thumb only makes it harder not to buck and writhe, to not cant your hips and feel his cock hitting all the right places inside, and you bury your face in his neck, the soft fur of his jacket brushing against your heated cheeks as you whine needily.

He tips his own head to murmur to you. "Stop moving," he orders, but his thumb is rubbing firmer circles now, that coil in your gut tightening. It has your teeth sinking into your lower lip to muffle your mewls, every muscle in your body tensing as you try to obey his command instead of humping against him with undignified urgency. "Good girl," he says, and that tiny bit of praise is all it takes to send you over the edge, your hand fisting at the front of his coat, your whole body shuddering as you cum.

And then he's repositioning you slightly, his cock still buried to the hilt in your drenched cunt, motionless and only renewing your need for him to fuck you properly, and you're squirming again. But Chisaki only hums his disapproval, his hand moving away from your aching sex, and his body language making clear that he has no intention of ending your torment any time soon. His breath hot in your ear as he whispers again, more irritably this time, "I said stop moving."

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"Stop moving" fem reader+ Shigaraki w/mommy kink

Thanks for sending <3 Mommy kink Shig is the good shit. 

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"F-fuck, Mommy, please," Tomura whines, "N-need more."

He's squirming beneath you, whimpering every time your thumb runs over his sensitive cock. It's flushed red, precum leaking to pool on his pale stomach as he lays spread before you, and it twitches slightly with every touch. He's humping a little at the the tip of the strap-on brushing lightly against his sensitive hole too, eager and impatient.

"Shh, baby boy," you coo, "You're doing so good. Now stop moving." You press one hand down on one of his hips to still him, drawing forth another small whine from deep in the back of his throat.

"Y-yes, mommy," he stutters, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he tries to obey you, tries his best to be a good boy even when his erection aches and he's desperate for mommy's cock to fill him up. He doesn't quite succeed at following your instructions - his hips are bucking just the slightest, his thighs trembling with need and his hands fisting at the sheets as he tries to control himself - but it's close enough.

"That's a good boy," you say. His cheeks flush at the praise, and you begin to move, rocking your hips slowly, easing him open with shallow thrusts. Almost immediately he's a writhing mess, gasping and mewling, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he does his best not to rut back against you. "Such a good boy," you repeat. "Do you want to cum?"

He nods frantically and you drive yourself deep, angling your hips so that the head of the strap-on is rubbing at that sensitive spot deep inside him, your hand wrapping around his throbbing arousal, stroking him gently

"Okay," you instruct. "Cum for mommy."

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NSFW " Is this your first time" + female reader and virgin overhaul with any kink you think fits him

Oof, virgin Overhaul is such a good thought - thanks for sending! I threw in a lil’ bit of breeding just because I could. 

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"Disgusting," Kai mutters as he withdraws his fingers from your sopping cunt, toying with the wetness that coats his fingertips. His lip curls when he splays his hand and the gossamer threads of your arousal spread with it, even so, his other hand is undoing his belt, working open his pants. "I can't believe people enjoy this."

The idea of sex has never held much appeal - he'd much prefer to deal with those vulgar, base urges by stroking himself off, an approach that seems much more hygienic, but this is necessary now for his long-term plans. 

"What?" You prop yourself up on your elbows. "Then why are we-"

"Lay back down," Kai interrupts, aligning himself with your entrance. He grimaces as the tip of his cock brushes over your soaked folds, but somewhere beneath his revulsion there's a tightness coiling in his gut. Kai surges forward, burying himself to the hilt with one swift stroke. 

A strangled sound escapes him, gold-flecked eyes growing wide. "It's tighter than I expected," he murmurs. Warmer and wetter too - he'd known it would be, the gloves on his fingers dampening the full effect when he'd worked you open, but he's still surprised by just how much of a difference that makes. 

You hear that surprise in his voice, and your brow furrows. "Wait, is this-" a gasp escapes you as he pulls out and then drives back in, working into you with long, rhythmic strokes "-is this your first time?" 

Kai nods "An unfortunate necessity," he says, his voice breathy. "And you were the best candidate." 

"Candidate for what?" You'd thought it a bit strange when the young leader of the Shie Hassaikai had suddenly shown interest in you, but now you're even more confused. 

His pace increases, driving into you faster now. "For giving me an heir."

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happy 500!!!! u deserve sm more!!! 💗💗 how about phone sex w shig (it’s from the sfw section but i really like) “i’ve missed you” ^^

Thank you!!! <3 And, I love this request because I’ve been wanting to practice writing dirty talk, and what better way that phone sex  👀

This is another one that got long because I have no self-restraint, oops. 

The sound of your ringtone has you scrambling, flicking on the bedside lamp and fumbling to answer before the call can go to voicemail. It's the middle of the night but there's only one number your phone is set to allow through this late, and if you miss it you'll be kicking yourself for days.

"Hello?" you say breathlessly the moment you've accepted the call, and there are no words to express the overwhelming relief you feel when you hear the raspy voice on the other end of the line.

"You sound weird," Tomura says flatly on the other end, and then he must notice what time it is because it's followed by a slightly more contrite, "Oh, I guess I woke you up, huh?"

"That's okay. I'd rather talk to you." You mean it too - it's been weeks since you've heard from him beyond an occasional text to confirm he's still alive, and you doubt he'd send those if you hadn't explicitly asked. You're still not entirely sure what's keeping him away - when you'd asked, he'd muttered something alarming about fighting a giant, though you have to assume that's some sort of hyperbole or metaphor - but you know better than to question him too much about the League's activities. The less you know the better. "I've missed you," you add.

Tomura grunts in response, and then after a protracted silence says, "What would you do if I was there?"

The suggestive lilt in his voice has your cheeks heating up, but fuck, it has been a long time - far, far too long - and his words alone are enough to spark a flicker of heat between your thighs. "You really want to know?" you ask coyly, and you can hear Tomura shifting.

"You know I do. Now get to it, before the others come back from their supply run and I have to get back to this fight."

You hum, leaning back against the pillows, letting your free hand move to your breast, brushing at your nipple through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt until it starts to pucker and harden. "Well you've been working so hard, I'd want you to just lay back and let me take care of you."  

"Really?" His voice is already turning breathy, and you can just picture him waiting patiently, palming himself through the fabric of his pants. You're encouraged by the thought alone.

"I think I'd want to taste you, to start. Run my tongue all over your cock before sucking you off, feel your fingers in you hair while you fuck my mouth."

"Fuck, that's a good girl," Tomura breaths, his words accompanied by the sound of a zipper being undone, and throaty sigh. "What else?"

Your own hand drifts between your legs, heat pooling in your lower belly just from the thought of finally getting to touch him. "I don't want to finish you off that way though. I want-" a whimper interrupts your words as you start to toy with that sensitive bundle of nerves above your dampening slit "-I wanna ride you."

"Yeah?" You can hear the faint rustle of skin stroking skin now, the little gasps that escape him as he fists himself. "You want to mount yourself on my cock? Feel me stretching you open?"

"Y-yes," you plunge two fingers into yourself, trying to imagine it's him, but they're not enough. "God, I'm so wet just thinking about it." You start to move your hand faster, alternating between rubbing circles at your sensitive clit and working your fingers furiously inside. Your arousal is building embarrassingly quickly - you've gone too long with too little and just the thought alone is enough to have you hurtling rapidly towards release.

"You're always so wet, and so tight. Fuck, you feel so good." His own pants and groans are getting louder, the unmistakable slap of skin against skin as he humps into his hand, and it only worsens that heat growing in your belly.

"Tomu," you whine, "Tomu, I-I'm close, please, don't stop, I wanna...I wanna..." It's getting hard to speak, hard to think about anything other than the idea of Tomura beneath you, of his stiff member stroking that spot deep inside, the one you can't quite reach with your fingers but that he hits so well. Just the thought has you mewling, a sheen of sweat forming on your overheated skin.

"You wanna cum all over my cock?" His own voice is strained, obviously close, his breath coming in desperate, uneven gasps. "Do it. Cum for me and then I'm gonna fill you up. That's what you want right? To be my good little cum slut?"

You work frantically at your clit, the friction and the sounds of his voice, and of him stroking himself on the other end, are enough to send you over the edge, thrusting your fingers into yourself, grinding against the heel of your hand as your cunt clamps down, your whole body tensing as you ride out your release. You're faintly aware of Tomura's own lewd groans, the sound of his own movements growing faster and faster.

"That's my girl," he pants, and you can picture the look on his face, his teeth sinking into his lower lip and his eyes fluttering closed as he hurtles towards his own release. "Fuck, you take me so well, I'm gonna, g-gonna-" His words are cut off by long, strangled groan and the rapid staccato of his hand as he strokes himself through his orgasm, and then there's another long silence.

"Fuck," he says, once his breathing has leveled off some, "yeah, I've missed you too."

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Congratulations for the 500 followers!!! You deserve even more tbh, since your writing is very beautiful 🥰🥰 if the event is still open, can I request “Do I make you nervous?” with overhaul and shy!virgin!reader in a (dub)con scenario, like maybe they've been together for a while and he's pressuring her for sex, his insistence scaring her 🥺👉👈

OoOoOoOo this is such a great combo ‘non. The event’s mostly over but this was too good to pass up so here you go. And tysm for the kind words 🥺😭🖤

(Also this turned out hella long, not sorry.)

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You can feel your cheeks heating up, your whole body trembling as you slip out of your clothes, Kai's gold-flecked eyes fixed firmly on you from his spot seated at the end of your bed.

It's a reasonable request, isn't it? The thought haunts you even as let your dress fall to the floor. You and Kai have been dating nearly two months, and he's been nothing but patient.

Too patient, from Kai's perspective. You've been making excuses about 'not being ready' for more than a month, long enough that he was starting to wonder if it wasn't simply a game to you, if you didn't enjoy stringing him along like this. He'd tolerated it at first because you were so perfect otherwise - Quirkless and untouched by anyone before him, a combination well worth waiting for. But each time you'd invited him in after a date for nothing more than kissing, sending him home with his cock aching, his patience has worn a little thinner.

He'd tried his luck tonight, letting his hand creep along your plush thigh a little higher than could be considered chaste, but of course you'd stopped him near immediately, whimpering once again about how you weren't ready. Weren't ready for anything apparently, because even when he'd suggested something outside the realm of actual sex you'd simply ducked to hide your embarrassed face, shaking your head in mortification.

So he'd proposed this - coaxed you into it by feeding you lines that it was about intimacy. Trust. If he can get you to do this, he thinks, the next step will be easier. Kai already knows he can't stand another night where he's reduced to the vulgarity of stroking himself off just to find some relief. ‘I just want to see you’, he'd said. ‘All of you. That will be enough for now.’

Your movements falter now as you stand before him in your bra and panties, overwhelmingly exposed. You half-hope that he'll stop you here, that this will be enough, but you can tell by how raptly his eyes are fixed on you, by the way that his chest is rising and falling more rapidly than it was a few minutes ago, that he wants you to continue.

It's with shaking fingertips that you reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, peeling it off as slowly as possible. The air in your bedroom is chilly, goosebumps rising on your skin and your nipples hardening almost immediately. Your whole face is burning, and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to cross your arms over your chest and cover your shame.

And Kai has to work hard not to groan at the sight of you, those perfect breasts on display just for him. Already his cock his rock hard. "Keep going," he says thickly.

It's cute the way you hesitate, your pink tongue darting out to lick your lips nervously before you reach down and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties. They're white, of course, with just a hint of lace around the edges, clean and innocent just like you. You pull them down unbearably slowly, stepping primly out of them before letting them drop.

"Come here," Kai instructs, and your brow furrows, your lower lip pouting sweetly.

"Y-you said you just wanted to l-look." Even your voice is trembling, and Kai is quite certain he's never wanted anything as badly as he wants you right now.

"I do. I just want to see you up close," he lies.

Your steps forward are uncertain, shaky, like a newborn deer learning to walk. The moment you're close enough, Kai's hands are lifting, gloved fingertips digging into your hips as he holds you near him. Your eyes widen, your lips parting in surprise, and Kai can hear you making small, throaty sounds, as though you're trying to say something and failing.

He reaches up, brushing one thumb along your lower lip, utterly entranced by the sight of you trembling so sweetly before him. "Do I make you nervous?" he asks, looking as though he enjoys the thought - there's a dangerous glint in his eyes now. You nod, hoping he'll let you go, that you can fetch your clothes, but instead he only lets out a small hum, leaning forward to press his lips against your lower belly.

"K-Kai," you whimper, mortified by the contact, but somewhere beneath your embarrassment and unease is a flutter deep in your tummy.

"Shh." Kai places another kiss there, his hands drifting down to your thighs, trying to coax your legs apart. "You said you trusted me, right?"

"Y-yes, but..." But he said he only wanted to look, that you didn't have to do anything you were uncomfortable with and this is...this is...

His lips find the inside of your thigh and a throaty whine escapes you, that flutter in your gut worsening, some strange warmth blooming deep inside. You feel a sudden hint of wetness running down your thigh, and Kai's thumb brushes over it, smearing it against the sensitive skin of your leg just below your mound.

"See?" he murmurs, "You need me to take care of you." His breath is hot against your sex, mere inches away though you hadn't even noticed him shifting. You're too overwhelmed with fear and arousal to think clearly, not quite sure what's happening or how it got to this point, and whether you want him to stop or keep going.

"I...I..."

"Shh," he murmurs again, and this time it's followed by his lips pressing into that tender nub just above your entrance. "Trust me."

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Congrats on 500!! I'm in love with your writing 💖Could I request "Kiss me again, like you mean it" + Getting Drunk with shiggy? Maybe reader is a little trashed and kisses him but later he needs to know it wasn't just the alc talking. Little angsty, little fluffy if you're feeling either.

Thank you!!! You're too sweet <3 This one got a little long because angsty fluffy Shig is my jam and flows from me like water, so it’s under the break (but still totally SFW).

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Villain or no, getting drunk with your boss is never a good idea. But then you - stupid, stupid you - had to go and make it even  worse by letting your little infatuation slip.

It hadn't been intentional. The League had been celebrating a successful mission, drinks flowing all around, and then somehow it got late and everyone else went to bed, and you found yourself alone in the bar save for your boss perched on the stool next to you. You instantly regretted asking, through slurred words, if you were ever going to get to see his face, but to your surprise you weren't immediately dusted. Instead Tomura only tipped Father back slightly, just enough to down the rest of what must have been his sixth glass of whisky, and then removed the garish hand completely and turned to look at you.

He was obviously drunk - his face flushed and his eyelids heavy, the corner of his lip curving up clumsily as he cocked his head and stared at you. You hadn't said anything, too immersed in the sight of him to comment, and after a long moment that intoxicated smile had contorted into a frown.

"Worse than you thought, huh?" he muttered, fingertips lifting to graze at his neck, his other hand already grasping for Father. You reached out catch his wrist immediately, shaking your head. The opposite, actually - after getting to know him you never thought that you'd find him ugly, regardless of how he looked, but you hadn't quite been prepared for him to be so handsome, all sharp angles and ethereal beauty.

And then you unthinkingly, idiotically, leaned in and pressed your mouth to his.

It was a quick kiss, only the faintest brush of dry lips against your own before you pulled away and stammered out some rushed excuse about needing to get to bed, fleeing before he could respond to that inappropriate act. You fell quickly into an uneasy sleep, tossing and turning in a drunken haze, but Tomura hadn't slept at all, too consumed by the thought of your lips on his, and too busy trying to convince himself it was meaningless, a drunken mistake.

He's still sitting at the bar thinking those thoughts when you stumble out the next morning. He's sober now, and doesn't miss how you grimace when you spot him, selecting a seat a few stools down after pouring yourself a cup of coffee from behind the counter. Apparently it was too much to hope that you had gotten too drunk to remember.

You don't seem to have the decency to pretend nothing happened either, because you keep glancing at him from the corner of your eye in a way that's nowhere near as subtle as you think, until Tomura's digging at his throat with his nails and snapping, "Stop that."

You stiffen at his harsh words, but they're apparently not enough because he sees you draw a deep breath, and then you're apologizing, as though he might actually want to talk about it. "Look, I'm really sorry about last night, it was completely inappropriate. I know you're my boss and that you don't...that you don't think of me that way."

The last words come out a barely audible mumble, so faint that Tomura's not entirely certain he's heard them correctly, or if he's right that you sound...disappointed. But there's knot tightening in his stomach regardless, because if he has, if there is...

He rises abruptly, striding to where you're sitting and spinning you to face him, his arms caging you against the bar. "But you do?" he says, his voice tight.

"Do what?" It's distracting how close he is, and your hungover brain is having trouble understanding what's happening, or why he's leaning in a little closer, his covered face less than six inches from your own.

"Think of me that way."

"Oh." Oh. You can feel your face heating up, your gaze dropping. You're not quite willing to lie to him so you only nod, waiting for the inevitable rejection, the lecture about how he doesn't have time for distractions or to indulge your silly crush. But instead he's pulling Father from his face the second time, two fingers tightly gripping your chin to force you to look at him, his red eyes burning into yours.

"Do it again, then," Tomura breaths. "Kiss me again, like you mean it this time."

There's a flutter in your stomach as you do what he asks. You move slowly, full of nerves now that there's no liquor in your veins to aid your courage. One hand rises to cup his face, your thumb brushing lightly against his cheek, and then you tip your head to close the distance between you.

He kisses you back this time, dry lips moving gently against your own. It's a tentative exploration on both your parts, no urgency, just your two mouths moving softly against each others and your tongue peeking out to brush lightly over his bottom lip, a tiny groan escaping him as you do so. When you pull away his cheeks are flushed again, not from booze this time, and his gaze has softened. He takes another step closer, one of his arms snaking around your waist, fingers caressing lightly over the small of your back.

"Again," he says.

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Congrats on 500! Can I request the prompt for getting drunk with Dabi please 🤍

Yassss some Dabi!!! Thank you <3  ^ω^ 

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"'m not drunk, you're drunk," Dabi slurs as you steer him down the hallway, doing your best not to stumble and fall every time he trips over his own feet. His arm is draped across your shoulders, one of yours around his waist, trying to hold him up just long enough to get him to bed.

"We're both drunk," you chuckle, "But you're more drunk."

You're not sure that's actually true. You'd gone shot for shot until the bottle of whiskey he'd pilfered from the top shelf of the bar was empty, and you're fairly certain he burns off liquor faster because of his Quirk, but it's not like he's in any state to disagree with you.

When you reach his bedroom, you shoulder open the door, carefully turning to coax him through the doorway and then twisting a little and letting him drop. He falls onto the mattress with a groan, trying and not quite succeeding at kicking off his boots. Clumsily, you tug them from his feet and then guide him to lie down properly.

"Night, Dabi," you slur, turning to stumble your way back to your own room, but you're stopped by a hand clutching at your shirt. When you glance back, Dabi's staring up at you, bright blue eyes slightly glazed but his expression serious.

"Stay," he mumbles. "Stay wit' me. Please."

In your drunken haze you don't even take the time to deliberate; maybe it's not the best idea, but right now you're not in a state to be policing your own impulses. So, you kick off your own shoes, shoving him over a little so you can lay beside him. Almost immediately an unnaturally warm arm is wrapping around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

"Okay," you murmur softly. "I'll stay."

#shiga's 500 follower event #dabi x reader #dabi drabble #soft dabi

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hi, congrats on 500!! it’s definitely well deserved!! if ur still taking requests, can you maybe do “i didn’t think you’d still be here” tied in with a break up, but like beneath the animosity there’s still lingering feelings, and a lot of angst? with shigaraki of course :”-))

oh my god YES. I freakin’ love writing angsty Shig so this was super fun (and got a little long because that’s how I roll). Thanks for sending it in <3

Tomura's not prepared to run into you in the hallway of the League's hideout. He was certain you'd have left, that you'd have gone back to your normal life and forgotten all about him sometime in the three days since you fought.

No, not fought, he reminds himself, his stomach twisting. Since you left him.

"I didn't think you'd still be here," he says flatly, his fingertips twitching. The itching in his neck is almost unbearable, his skin prickling and begging to be scratched, but he refuses to give you the satisfaction. You, who said you'd never leave, who said you'd stay with him until he achieved his goals. Who said the two of you would build a new, better world together.

What a lie that turned out to be.

There's a bitter satisfaction that comes when he notices you refuse to meet his gaze, your eyes cast down and to the side as you explain just what you're still doing in his hideout. "I'll go as soon as I can, but I have to find a place first. It's not like I have friends to go stay with - you know that."

Of course he knows. He was the one to point out that if you joined the League, if you committed to being with him, that you'd be saying goodbye to a normal life. And you, the fool you had been, had told him that it didn't matter. That you'd give up everything to be by his side. And then he'd simply thrown that sacrifice back in your face.

It's hard to remember how the argument even started, if you'd actually mentioned missing something about your old existence, or only said something he'd interpreted that way, but then he'd gotten so defensive so quickly it was hard to even understand what was happening, at least until he was spitting those vitriolic words at you. "If you're so unhappy here, why don't you just leave, then?"

And instead of telling him the truth, that you weren't unhappy - dissatisfied on occasion perhaps, but you certainly weren't the only one in the League to feel worn down by the villain lifestyle every now and then - you'd let your hurt and anger get the best of you and simply snapped right back. "Fine. I will."

His red eyes had widened in some combination of fury and dismay, and you'd thought then that you'd called his bluff. That he'd stop you even as you were mumbling at him to have a nice life and retreating to your own room, but he'd let you go. You'd spent the rest of the night drowning in your own tears, not wanting to believe that you'd really meant that little to him. You'd done your best to avoid him since then, but you obviously hadn't been careful enough.

Shigaraki wants to tell you that he doesn't give a fuck where you go as long as it's not here. He doesn't need you hanging around the hideout, taunting him with your presence when you're the one who was so quick to agree to leave. Quick enough that he can't help but wonder how long you've been wanting to go, how long you've been waiting for the right moment.

If he'd known you were just waiting for a convenient out, he would never have been so stupid as to give you one.

But it's too late now. The damage is done. Even so he can't quite bear to be cruel to you, so he only mutters, "Stay as long as you need to." He's about to move to push past you, desperate to flee your presence, but he hesitates when he sees your expression soften at his words.

"Tomura..." you start, but you're not even sure what you want to say. Just because he doesn't want to see you on the street doesn't mean he still loves you, that he thinks this is a mistake, or that he's sorry, and you'll only hurt yourself more reading too much into it.  

For a moment Tomura thinks you're going to tell him that you didn't mean it, that you want to stay, and a flicker of hope sparks in his chest. He could forgive you in a heartbeat, if you only said you hadn't meant it.

Instead your gaze drops again, your shoulders slumping as you swallow hard and mumble, "Thank you," before retreating back to your room. The sound of your door closing and the lock clicking into place weighs heavy, and for a brief second he's overwhelmed with the urge to decay it, to follow you whether you want him to or not and demand that you take this all back.

But he doesn't. He lets his fingernails dig into his neck instead, hard enough that they come away bloody, and then he's spinning on his heels, shutting himself back into his own room and trying desperately not to think about the fact that you're still so close, but that you're not his. Not anymore.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki angst #tw: angst #shiga's 500 follower event

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Put together a masterlist of the drabbles and ficlets requested during my 500 follower event!

SFW

"Kiss me again, like you mean it" + Getting drunk - Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Showering together - Shigaraki x GN!Reader

“I didn’t think you’d still be here” - Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Getting drunk - Dabi x GN!Reader 

“I just want you all to myself” - Yandere!Dabi x Fem!Reader 

NFSW

"Is this your first time?" - Virgin!Overhaul x Fem!Reader

“Stop moving” + public sex - Overhaul x Fem!Reader 

"Do I make you nervous?" + dubcon - Overhaul x Fem!Reader

“Stop moving” + Mommy kink - Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

Mommy kink 1 - Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

Mommy kink 2 - Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

“I’ve missed you” + phone sex - Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

“I never knew how needy you were” - Dabi x Fem!Reader

#shiga's 500 follower event #bnha masterlist #mha masterlist #bnha

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“I just want you all to myself”

Yandere Dabi x female reader.

Dabi doesn’t want the reader to go out w her friends so often, things like that.

(Also I love your writing so muchhh)

Tysm <3 And thanks for the request! I’ve never done yandere stuff so hopefully this is okay :D

"You're going out again?"

You can tell by his clipped tone that Dabi's not pleased. Of course, he's never pleased when you go out but, as you've pointed out to him more than once, it's not your fault that he can't be seen in public with you.

"Just for a few hours," you tell him.

Dabi snorts. You must really think he's stupid, trying to pull that. He's caught on to your tricks by now - just a few hours turns into the whole night, but you'd never admit it until you're safely out of the house where you can ignore his texts and rest comfortably knowing he won't come after you. Sure, he can follow you around town without drawing too much attention - and god knows he does, pretty much every time you try this shit - but you go to the kind of clubs with doormen and dress codes, and while it might be worth causing a scene by exposing his face if it means getting you back home where you belong, he hasn't gotten quite that desperate. Yet.

He is, however, getting pretty sick and tired of this.

You apparently don't notice, which isn't surprising. You've barely been paying him any attention since you started getting ready, too focused on painting up your face and shimmying into that tiny little dress. And for who, he wonders, because you're sure as fuck not doing it for him. Yeah, there's no way you're going out.

When you reach past him to grab your purse from where you'd tossed it on the sofa, he catches your wrist, tugging you to him. "Dabi!" you whine as you fall into his lap, but he maintains a tight hold on you even as you squirm.

"I think," Dabi says slowly in a low voice, "you've been spending too much time with those friends of yours."

"Don't be ridiculous," you mutter. You don't think you do, either, though Dabi complains about it endlessly. Normally you ignore him but there's something sharp in his tone this time, and something in the way his eyes narrow that sends an uneasy shiver down your spine.

"Oh, I'm ridiculous?" There's an edge to his voice, and he lets out a low growl, pulling your face to his and kissing you with a bruising force. It's harsh, almost unpleasantly so, but he doesn't pull away until your lungs are burning and you're panting. "You're mine, right?" he asks.

"Y-yeah, of course." You shift uneasily, trying to pull away, but he's still holding you tightly, uncomfortably so.

"Then I don't see why you need anybody else. I should be enough for you, right?"  

"Dabi-" you start to protest, but before you can finish he's catching your lips again, his hot tongue invading your mouth and his lips working feverishly, as though he's trying to consume you. When he pulls away, you're lightheaded.

"Right?" he asks again. "If you're mine I don't want to share you. I just want you all to myself."

You nod, slowly realizing this isn't a battle you're going to win. Whatever this mood is that he's in, it will be easier to just give him what he wants for now, and talk about it later. He doesn't always get to see you as much as he wants - maybe he just needs some reassurance. "Okay," you agree, though your stomach twists a little as you do so. "Just for tonight though."

Dabi grins. He'll see about that.

#shiga's 500 follower event #tw: yandere #dabi x reader

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500 Follower Event!

In celebration of hitting 500 followers (thanks seriously, I love you all so so much ♡＾▽＾♡ ) I figured I’d do a little event! So, pick a prompt or two from below and send it in along with a character you want to see me write for, and I’ll do some drabbles.  Obviously I love Shigaraki most, but I’ll write for pretty much any of the villains. (No, Hawks doesn’t count.)

Request rules: 

I’ll default to SFW for the general prompts, but if you want NSFW just say so! 

Specify if gender matters - I default to a gender-neutral reader for SFW stuff and a fem!reader for NSFW pieces, but I’ll write readers of any gender! Feel free to also specify if you want reader to be a certain race/body type/etc., otherwise I try to keep those details vague. 

Similarly, I default to writing romantic relationships, but am happy to do platonic drabbles if you ask. 

For scenarios, you can include specifics if you’d like. (Ex: if you pick ‘taking care of them when they’re sick’, you can specify if you want sick!reader or reader taking care of their sick!villain.)

Feel free to say if you want fluff, angst, etc. too. 

Basically, you can be as vague or specific as you like for these, lol.

Thanks for playing  ≧ω≦

General Prompts

Dialogue 

"Just trust me, okay?"

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

“Kiss me again, like you mean it.”

“I love you, I’m just not that good at showing it.”

"I didn't think you'd still be here."

“I just want you all to myself.”

“Will you shut up so that I can kiss you?”

“I missed you.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Will you marry me?”

Scenarios

First kiss

Date night 

Panic attack

Bad day

Patching them up after they’ve been in a fight.

Showering together 

Getting drunk 

Taking care of them when they’re sick

Meet cute

Break up

NSFW Prompts

Dialogue

“Good [girl/boy/pet].”

“I never knew how needy you were.”

“Stop moving.”

“Don’t make me punish you.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Are you jealous?”

“Is this your first time?”

“You feel so good.”

“Can we take it slow?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Scenarios/Kinks

Dacryphilia 

Mommy kink

Public sex

Praise kink 

Bondage

Soft sex

Phone sex 

Noncon

Somnophilia 

Edging

#shiga's 500 follower event #bnha prompt event #mha prompt event #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #mha x reader