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yanderenightmare · 8 months

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incel Shiggy roofying his big-titted cheerleader crush at a party!!! she’s sound asleep while he’s fucking her little cunny raaawwwww 😭😭😭pleeeeeeeeeez

BNHA ! THIRST

Shigaraki Tomura x f!darling

TW: yandere, noncon/dubcon, NSFW, incel, roofying, sex while darling's unconscious, somnophilia, Shiggy is very naughty in this, darling has big breasts

CHEERS

He’s coolheaded but nervous as hell, locking the door behind him quietly – eyes shifty, heart pounding, hands sweaty, pants heavy.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the condom he’d been saving for you… but after turning around and seeing you lie there, oh-so-very still – soft body sound asleep on the bed - he thought it would be a waste and dropped the rubber on the floor instead.

Swallowing thickly, his cock made a jump, perking up even more at the thought of fucking your unprepped little cunny raw – tip leaking pre just thinking about it – straining in an almost painful bulge against his clothes while his head burned with the vile thoughts of what he planned on doing to you.

He stepped out of his sneaks and nearly tripped shuffling off his cargos, slipping his fingers beneath the band to his boxers and sliding those down his thighs as well – his thickness springing free with an eager kick as he left it all in a heap on the floor before getting onto the bed.

His drugs had you knocked out good – so good, only a teensy soft croon escaped your parted lips as he clambered on top of you.

He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, staring down at your resting face – breaths short and heavy as he rubbed over his cockhead with his fingers, catching the sticky slick that had formed there before motioning the digits toward your mouth – stuffing them past your plump lips. He made sure to wipe the cum on your tongue – watching you moan with gleeful eyes as you unconsciously sucked the skin clean.

He shuddered at the sight, playing with the wet muscle with another fist wrapped tight around his shaft – breaths getting tighter – red eyes big while scanning your body, helplessly spread open under him. High gym socks squeezed into the chub of your midthighs while he hiked your short cheer skirt up around your tummy, leaving only a thin panty separating him from your smooth-shaven cunt.

He didn’t waste much time. Swallowing the drool pooling beneath his tongue while clammy hands reached out to grip the lace, clumsy in his haste when tugging it down your thighs and legs and off at your feet. He put the tiny article to his face and indulged in a shamelessly perverted sniff – feeling his abdomen roar in return.

Eyes, steamy and dulled as more pearls pilled from his reddened tip when looking at your sweet little exposed slit. He wrapped his shaft with your panties and put his weeping cock-head right where he’d taken them off – in a soft kiss to those puffy pussylips – splitting them apart to smear his spillage over your clit and entrance – almost immediately beginning to push.

“Come on- let me in.” He groaned, frustration already lacing his voice, turning it into something desperate – almost resembling a whine as he continued nudging against your taut opening, trying to press his plush bulging head inside with little kindness – except for a fat blob of spit he let drip off his tongue – landing in a splat right on your clit and slowly sliding down to where he tried to fit.

It wasn’t much, but it proved to be just enough – making you jerk with a tiny sound of discomfort as your hole finally gave and received the first inch.

“There you go~” He choked out in relief, hands gripping the swell of your hips, eagerly glaring down at the lewd sight – where lubed with a mix of saliva and precum, he kept sinking inside the tight space one fat inch at a time.

Your thighs strained at the intrusion, trying to wind shut to protect yourself even in your sleep – but it achieved little less than making Shiggy smile.

He sighed in awe, offering a low and amused hum while effortlessly pushing them back in their place – his red eyes dazed, misty while looking at your little hole swallow him up, so tight and so tense at the stretch where his big cock bullied its way forth until he was all the way inside – balls-deep, nestled tight against your womb.

“Touchdown~” He cheered in a drawl, mocking the way you squeal for football players after scoring, pumping your silly pompoms in the air with a high kick and bright smile – jumping up and down with pudgy tits bouncing in your tiny cheer outfit.

He feared you would change out of the skimpy articles after the game. But lucky him, you hadn’t even showered. You were all ribboned pigtails and glitter makeup still, dewy and sweet-smelling from dried sweat and perfume. Dirty with greenery from the field and booze from the pep rally and soon to be made absolutely trashed and filthy with his spunk in your cunt.

He groaned, still remaining buried in all the way, liking how you snatched him tight, clinging to his length like a virgin – but soon pulled out. Rocking back from the deepest part of you, he watched you hang onto and writhe at every ridge and vein before his bulging head popped out with a wet shlick.

You’d glossed him nicely with pussyjuice, made his cock warm and wet.

He smiled, fingers pinching your hole open – watching it flutter from the absence of his meat – body sagging forward at the pretty sight as he got down low until his mouth was on your muff with dewy huffs – tongue sticking out and sliding through your slit with a breathy shudder.

Hands grabbed fistfuls of the chunk of your ass, pulling you snug around his face while he munched – sucking your bud into his mouth and in between his teeth – hearing you give the softest little moan in regard.

His heart drummed a rushed beat in his chest at your taste, so sweet and so naughty, driving him crazy – but he was going to take it nice and slow. He planned on having a good long time with you – wanted to leave traces of himself all along your body for you to find once waking up.

He got back up in position. No mind to bother wiping his chin except with his tongue out and gliding across his lips for any excess as he sunk back inside you with a content sigh.

Even wetter after his lathering, you took him in with ease – accepting it only with a pretty moan.

His hands left the squeeze of your thighs and reached for the straps on your shoulders, pulling them down until your heavy breasts flopped out. They were fatty and firm little things – big handfuls of plush down, soft and honkable in his grip.

He couldn’t count how many times he’d fisted his cock at the thought of sliding between them. “Mmh~ I’mma do that later- right now ’m gonna make these cheer titties bounce ‘n’ jump up and down for me~” He moaned in a frenzied giggle. “You’re gonna root for me as I drive a goal right into your teensy tiny hole~ give you a nice warm creampie to help you dream sweet~”

He placed one hand on each tit, pinching your sweet stiff nips between his thumb and index finger, and then he picked up the pace – cock driving in deep, ramming your cervix, lingering there in that plush warmth for a brief but full second, before swiftly pulling out – pounding you good and hard enough to elicit moans despite you still being out-cold.

Your cunt started to squelch, and he couldn't believe it – he think he might have just made you cum in your sleep – the way your hips softly lolled and gummy walls started milking him tight, fluttering around the size of him – lovingly enough to make him buckle over – his face panting against the pillow next to your head, drowning in it while your cunt cuddled him tight in your orgasm.

He made a pathetic sound, and soon he was spurting too – unable to hold back any longer – hips stuttering, dick deep while shooting rope after thick warm rope inside you – his mouth gaping against your cheek, grunting as he stormed your cunt to drive his cum in deeper. Emptying himself inside your heat for a good minute and fucking the leakage back into you for an even better minute, and then, just to keep his cock warm while his breath evened, he kept you propped for yet another one.

He sloshed his cock out after a while – still bone-hard and standing although numb post-nut, yet so sensitivehe made himself hiss when touching it.

He lazed off of you, feet prickling against the cool floor as he rose up – looking at you and your poor sore cunt he’d just pounded into climax. You were still pulsing from it, hole spasming – drooling with his thick white load, spilling out and onto the sheets beneath.

“Bet that felt nice~” He grinned warmly, reaching a hand down to squish your lips apart as he bowed to lick the insides of your mouth with a hungry moan, tasting the sweet mix of your spit and the fruity drink he’d slipped the pills in earlier – before pulling back with a slurp and motioning his cock to your face.

It was messy with slick and cream and cum, and just aching to get inside the sweet welcoming warmth of your mouth.

He bit his lip, sucking his teeth while playing with the blubber of your lips with the glossy tip of his cockhead – making you kiss it so sweetly. He nearly lost balance from the sight – fever pounding in his head, making sweat pill beneath his bangs, which now clung to his skin in wet meanders. His sounds wavered, feeling the pressure and pulse of arousal surging in his loins, heavy in his gut and burning with desperation in his length as he pushed into the softness of your mouth, sliding along the wet runway of your tongue and getting sucked down the choke of your tight little throat.

“Yes- yes- yess-” Poured from him in strings of drool he no longer had the mind to swallow. Cupping your cheek in his palm as he pumped in and out of your mouth – his jaw hanging open with unfiltered sounds, watching with awe how you suckled him clean and seemed to beg for a warm mouthful of his jizz.

He had to throw his head back so as not to lose his semblance, grabbing your tit as an additional anchor – feeling your soft tongue lick the spine and your pillowlips pucker on his girth – being such a sweet slut in your sleep – worshipping his cock like that.

He pulled and pinched your nipple, and you seemed to like it – moaning around his member with eyes closed in bliss like a little whore, gagging once he got a little too eager and fucked a little too deep. “Oh, it’s coming, little cheer-slut~ don’t worry your sleepy little head ~” He crooned, a hand tangled in your hair while fucking the pocket of your cheek in slow strokes – smiling at the cute sight of it bulging.

He found your undies again, raising them to his nose once more to breathe in the sweet, rich tones of your scent – sighing out in pleasure – but no, he couldn't cum yet. He still hadn't fucked your tits like he promised.

Leaving your mouth, he swung a leg over you and seated himself on your stomach. And pinned beneath him like that, it wouldn’t even have mattered if you’d suddenly woken up. But you didn’t stir – still lying there peacefully with a smile of slick on your face. He chuckled softly and bunched up your tits, pressing his spit-slicked rod between them – watching himself poke out the other end of your cleavage with a gleam in his eyes – mouth parting with a happy smile.

And they were so soft – plush like cotton and velvety smooth, taking his cock so good where he slid through them like butter. He groaned, gripping them tighter in his fists, giving them greedy squeezes as he plowed between them.

Swollen nipples he’d tugged one too many times were big and throbbing, making you whine and whimper small drowsy sounds as he kept on messaging them – pinched tight between his finger and thumb.

You made a greater sound once he pulled on them – mouth apart in a cry which immediately made the knot in his gut tug – balls clenching, wanting to capsize – the need for release strumming along his veins.

He leaned back on his calves, cock aimed up into the air, planning on showering you with the next batch. Fapping the long shaft in quick desperate jerks until he exploded for the second time – shooting it all over your tits and face.

Leaning forward again, breaths dramatic – he pumped and dumped the rest of the load out into your mouth. Carefully now, with lazy movement, he kept leisurely stroking his length like a pet – soothing and congratulating him on a good job as he watched his fine work. Splotches of creamy white splattered on your pretty skin, now melting down your curves and drying in place.

It was a peaceful thing to watch… but his cock was hard and hungry still.

He looked at his watch, earning his smile. He had a lot more time left.

The party downstairs was only barely getting started and would continue for several hours until morning. People always go crazy after winning a game – and for once, he was just as thrilled as everyone else.

Maybe next, he’d make a cumdump of your little cheer-butt too.

tip-jar: Kofi

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mamayan · 6 months

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🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

Good girls should just stay home, lest something goes bump in the night.

cw: NSFW • Implied Murder • Implied Serial Killer • Consensual Non-Consent turned Non-Consensual • Noncon • Dubcon • Abuse • Fingering (F) • Oral (M) • Deep Throating • Rough Sex • Attempted Murder • Hair Pulling • Degradation/Slight Humiliation • Dacryphilia • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping • a little OOC • This story possessed me and basically wrote itself • Barely proof read tbh

wc: 7k+

Something must be wrong with you.

Or at least, that’s what you imagine the world would think if anyone knew what you were doing.

The room was dark aside from the blue glow of your computer screen. The black web browser with red lettering almost ominous as your eyes scanned the consent form again. It was a consent form just to access the full website, on the surface serving only as a dating type of situation for the BDSM community. Beneath it though were layers deeper than what the simple description actually provided. You only found out about it through a deep dive into multiple sub-threads of Reddit. It was a basket case of crazy, the majority of information or advice, but you managed to dig up one reliable looking source.

This website you were currently on. L@ce&R0pe.com happened to provide a wide variety of goodies, from sex toys to actual published books on shibari, there wasn’t much you couldn’t find. Except like all websites not swallowed up by the deep web, there was never any section like the one you wanted so desperately.

Except this one, because your mouse didn’t hesitate to shift and hover over the drop down section for MEET, where you could link up with real people for whatever your heart desired really. You trailed down to NEW FRIEND, and clicked. A new tab opened, this one themed differently than the main website. It was light blue and pink, almost like a baby shower, except the only thing on the page was a single drop down menu, and clicking it made your head ache. There were thousands of options, but thankfully it was organized alphabetically, so you could easily scroll mindlessly until you hit the C section.

You found what you wanted, clicking it as your chosen option and hitting GO.

The screen changed, this time it looked similar to a dating profile fillable. You worked quickly, efficiently even, as you typed all your information in.

Not your name or address, nothing silly like that. Just your measurements, your favorite foods or beverages, the color of your eyes, your hair color, your height, and even the style of your nails. It asked if you liked to brush your hair everyday, how often you showered, what shampoo or body wash you like. You answered them all, as invasive as they soon became, you never wavered. What brand of deodorant do you use? How often do you clip or file your nails? To what length? Do you shave your pubic area? How often? What style? How many sexual partners have you had? Where have you had sex? Which hole do you prefer? Are you a crier or a screamer? Does blood turn you on? Do you like physical or mental pain more? Have you ever been raped before?

They got more personal and physiological as you answered. You felt hot and stuffy despite the window being open and the cool autumn air blowing in. You kept answering even as your throat got tighter and unease nestled into your clavicle.

Do you want to know who your new friend will be?

This time you do hesitate. Knowing would make it feel safer. Knowing would give you some semblance of control. Knowing would be the smart choice.

You clicked “no” and submitted the form, sealing your fate as your hands shook and adrenaline pumped through your veins.

You set the date for October 31st. Now all you had to do was wait and show up.

A notification hit his phone, lighting up the screen as cigarette smoke billowed around him in the back alley. A quick glance was all he needed to unlock and fully see the entire screen. The leather of his jacket rubbed against the brick he leaned against.

Halloween was probably the best time for such fun, crime rates skyrocketing and parties being loud and wild really left a big gaping hole for any type of heinous activity to occur. He grinned as the information poured onto his screen. His dick already becoming painfully hard as he read all your supplied information. You liked breath play, having someone spit in your mouth, even being slapped around. He was always amazed by the lack of shortage for sick freaks like you, but then again, he was one of them too. Licking his top lip, tongue piercing flicking out to rub against his cupid’s bow, he clicked “ACCEPT” on the notification. He had all your information, the when and where, and your adorable little comment of “Please don’t degrade me.” What more could he ask for? His smile is sinister in the low light off the neon sign of the bar, casting a purplish hue on his skin as he chuckles and shoves his phone away. Flicking his cigarette butt onto the dirty ground, he cracked his neck and knuckles before going back inside to finish his beer and round of pool with his friends.

He’ll see you on Halloween. He might even dress up a little for the occasion.

It’s cold.

It’s nearly November so you hadn’t expected warm weather necessarily, but it seemed chillier than usual despite your fairly insulated dress.

You dressed up as an angel, the irony not lost on you at all but it felt fitting almost for the occasion. The pristine white looked off in your surroundings. It was nearly midnight, but despite that the sidewalk of the park was filled with a fairly regular crowd of people passing through, on to the next party or home to sleep off all the alcohol. Really, you weren’t too out of place, in your white stockings and black heeled boots, the fluffy ruffled white babydoll dress that barely covered your ass or tits and the wings which were strapped around your shoulders and jutted out behind you. On your head was a slim clip which was attached to a white shiny halo that seemed to float above you, only a thin wire keeping it up. You’d at first felt a little exposed passing children going home for the night after trick or treating, eyes of judgemental families which you ignored boring into you, but now it was time for the adults to have fun. You’d already passed a plethora of college students or older dressed even more scantily than you, making you feel better, safer, out in the park you’d chosen. You’d chosen 0300 as your designated meetup time, but specified you’d be early in case they wanted to start sooner. So here you stood, under a streetlamp that illuminated you in a yellow glow, making you seem even more angelic despite the ominous darkness surrounding you. You were busy playing on your phone, scrolling mindlessly and trying not to appear too excited. Or scared. You figured it was a combination of both, the arousal and fear bleeding into one very specific but unnamed emotion. Tapping your boot to a rhythm only you could hear, the night drew on and another hour passed. The droves of people passing didn’t dwindle, but it was always a group, never a single individual which you hoped was your new friend. It was almost 0130 when you felt watched, goosebumps rising on your skin as you realized someone must be looking at you. A quick glance around showed no one though, and after ten minutes your hope dissolved into disappointment. It seemed your friend wasn’t an early bird.

“Hey,” a raspy, deep voice speaking almost directly into your ear, startling you enough to elicit a yelp. You turned, eyes landing on a dark clothed chest and trailing up to a hooded face you could barely make out through a mess of blue hair. His lips look a bit chapped, a small scar decorating a corner, but his teeth are white and straight as he smiles a grin that causes shivers to shoot down your spine.

…maybe your friend was an early bird, just not as much as you.

You take a step back, stuttering stupidly due to your overactive nerves and the earlier shock of his sudden appearance. “H-hi…um,” the stranger tilts his head, eyes still not visible, dark hoodie baggy on his frame. He looks a bit thin, like he wouldn’t have a lot of strength, his jeans having some strange splattering of fake blood or something on them. You lick your lips, heart ready to leap from your chest but not quite ready for the events to unfold.

Or maybe you were very ready.

“You’ve been standing here for hours,” he comments nonchalantly, hands moving to shove inside the large inner pocket on his hoodie, “Aren’t ya tired of waiting for your boyfriend?” His question is a bit confusing, and when you glance around you, it dawns that there’s no one out right now. When had the crowds dwindled to nothing? “I don’t… have a boyfriend…” you had clearly stated that online too, so he already knew the answer to your relationship status. Was he just teasing? Keeping this as realistic as possible? It made you a bit pleased. You fiddled with the ends of your cute frilly dress, exposing a small portion of your skin and garter belt which kept your thigh high socks up. His eyes tracked the motion, lips pulling up even higher making his smile menacing. Dangerous. “That so?” He asks, but it doesn’t seem like he’s too interested in a reply as he steps closer, his beat up sneakers so silent on the ground it’s a little unnerving. Since he’s playing along so much, it feels wrong for you to not reciprocate.

“What do you think you’re doing, creep? Stay back,” You hope he’s not offended by the name, figuring it wasn’t too mean or odd of a thing to call him. Your firm stance and defiant gaze make him pause, head tilting again but he’s quick to recover and laugh. It’s less of a sexy and deep chuckle like you expected, and more pitched and giggly. It’s almost creepy to hear from a grown man. Like a child from a horror movie laughing. “Creep? Yeah? Guess I am, but you know what?” His head lifts, and since he’s more centered under the tall street lamp, when he looks straight at you, two red eyes flash. “I’m a lot fucking worse than your average dumbass creep,” you jolt when he lunges at you, hand outstretched to grab you. It’s instinctive how quickly you turn and run, adrenaline helping you shoot off into the park where no light but the moon shined down. This is what you wanted, you chant to yourself to stay level headed enough to not truly panic. This was staged and as safe as possible. He’s not actually going to hurt you. You’d be fine, albeit maybe a little sore tomorrow morning. You shut your mind off and focus on running, though your speed wasn’t great in such cheap and unstable boots, roots and random objects on the ground constantly tripping you up.

You looked like the dumb girl in the horror movies, tits practically out of your low cut revealing white dress, strapless white bra damn useless and more for show than any real support or push-up. You huffed, digging in your heels when you heard a few twigs snap behind you, feet carrying you faster as you realized he was gaining on you quickly. He didn’t shout and you didn’t scream. The chase was exhilarating, your mind becoming fuzzy as your lungs burned for more oxygen. You hadn’t planned a chase, really leaving it all up to fate and your new friend, but this was perfect.

Until fingers tangled tight in your hair and yanked you completely off your feet, your shoes and legs going out in front of you as you landed gracelessly on your ass. Then an intense burning in your scalp erupts, a hiss of pain and a whine escaping as you slide over cool damp foliage, senseless grumbling coming from the stranger as he drags you into a deeper more secluded section of the park, away from any and all prying eyes. Not like anyone gave a damn. “I-it hurts!” You feel childish for crying, tears pricking your eyes but the burn was worse than you imagined truly, soft hands coming up to try and pry his fingers off.

He has a grip of iron apparently, not the least bit phased as he sighs, hauling you up and tossing you in front of him. You land weirdly on your left shoulder, a shock of pain numbing your mind as you heave for air and roll over. When you open your eyes, you’re face to face with him. His hood pulled off, shoulder length blue hair now tied back and up into a little bun while some stray pieces frame his face and forehead. Your eyes adjust to the darkness as they take him in.

He’s young, maybe early twenties, with pale skin and dark bags hugging beneath his scarlet eyes. He’s got a beauty mark just below his lip on the right side, the scar you saw earlier on the other. He’s not hard on the eyes, cute even, but the strange air around him makes the close proximity fill you with anxiety. His eyebrows are thin and sparse, but he cocks one with a smirk. “Not gonna scream for help, crybaby?” The nickname makes you realize tears are streaming down your cheeks, you blink them away quickly, shaking your head and trying to find your words again. “I—uh, do you want me to?” Wouldn't screaming just make it more likely for someone to call the police? You figured a little noise was fine, but screaming seemed counter productive.

His eyes widened a bit, confusion painting his features as he crouched down more comfortably on his haunches to get a better look at you.

He’d been watching you since you got to the park. A single party in this sort of place always sticks out like a sore thumb. You looked more ready for a porno than a costume party, from behind the view of your ass indescribably arousing in your short little dress. It was both a slutty and innocent look you pulled off well, at least enough to make him riled up, cock twitching in agreement within his pants. He shamelessly rubbed it through his jeans, caressing the hardening length and letting you watch with glee. Your face made him snort, amusement evident as he chuckles and squints. “You like this, little freak?” You looked like you did, he notes. Your wide pretty eyes, still a little teary and red at the ends, showed your blown out pupils. You looked to be more star struck, not terrified like any normal girl chased through a park and dragged into a little corner between some trees to be out of sight. He watches you swallow hard, lips parting before closing as if you aren’t sure what to say to that question. “Fuck, you’re cute,” he grins, “a cute little slut who stood out at night all alone as if begging for someone to come along and do something nasty.” You release a tiny yelp as he meanly shoves you back, straddling your upper chest with his thighs as he hunches over you, looming ominously above with wild eyes screaming for chaos. “Good thing that I came along, huh? Make all your nasty little fantasies come true.” He watches you gasp as he presses his fingers against your lips, confusion evident on your face but you aren’t really putting up much of a fight as you open and let him slide two in. “Nasty fucking girl, look at you, when you don’t even fucking know me.” He chuckles, and while he’s teasing you mostly, he is amazed. You looked erotic as hell right now, little angel costume all wrinkled and a bit dirty from the earth below, pretty face a bit stained with mascara that had run a little from your earlier tears. You weren’t wearing the waterproof kind it seemed. Lips bitten and chewed on, plump and glossy from whatever glittery shit you swiped on them earlier now wrapped around his digits as he dug around in your warm wet mouth. “Suck on them, slut,” he orders, his smile dropping and face becoming more serious as you hurry to obey, a strange trepidation building in your gut. He groans as he feels your tongue wiggle and swirl, pumping his fingers a bit now and enjoying the little bleats you release when he chokes you a bit with them. “Wonder if you’re soaked down here~” he hums, leaning back a bit and yanking his fingers from your lips, wiping the excess saliva across your cheek and huffing a laugh as your features wrinkle in distaste. His hand moves behind him, easy access to your cunt due to the frilly dress hiked up almost around your waist, revealing cute soaked white cotton panties he growls at the sight of. “You really suck at putting up a fight, crybaby, but I think I heard somewhere that girls get wet when scared too…” those red eyes flick back to your own, "You scared?” He asks, almost softly. He watches you breathe, chest struggling a bit under his weight but your hands curled into the fabric of his hoodie, not pushing him away. “A little…?” Is your shaky response, and he wonders silently if you’re an idiot or just a pervert. You might be both, because when he lets his thumb dig into where your pussy lay poorly hidden, you moan for him and spread your legs wider. You make it even easier to search for his desired location, your swollen bundle of nerves. “O-oh—!” Your head falls back, little halo becoming a bit misshapen as it gets flattened to the ground, he tsks, fixing it with his free hand as he thumbs your little clit and watches you mewl and writhe beneath him, pleasure clearly visible on your face. Your hips buck and wiggle, body pinned beneath his and unable to get away or closer like you desperately want for more friction than he’s providing. “P-please,” you can’t help but beg, hoping your new friend is merciful enough to make you cum and not simply edge you all night.

It’s the pouty expression which makes him nearly feral, his grin spreading wide again as he keeps working his finger on your clit but his face closes the distance between your own. His lips just barely graze yours, and you are all too happy to part your lips and give him a sloppy kiss back, his own tongue finally slipping into your mouth where you suck. The smooth muscle in your mouth and the saliva dripping from it drive you wild, hands now dragging him closer and trying to make him do more for you. The heat spreads slowly however, his pace not changing, and despite his slim build he’s much stronger than you. You aren’t able to take any more than what is given, huffing in exasperation and groaning when he places more force before easing off. “S-stop teasing…” you whine against his lips, which were much softer than they look. He smirks, airy chuckle felt more than heard as he shakes with a silent laugh, “how can I not, you’re such a rare find, I plan to take my time with you.” He kisses you hard to silence whatever whines you planned to release to make him give you more. Instead he forces you into a slow building orgasm that leaves him having to pin your wrists above your head lest your clawing rip his skin open. He works you gently and cruelly into it, loving how you gasp and choke for him, eyes rolling back while you shake almost like you’re possessed and soak through your panties. “There you go, heh, normally I wouldn’t bother to take my time with whiny bitches, but you’re more obedient and sweet than I first assumed.” He whispers into your ear as you come down from the mind blowing high, body limp and pliant like dough now. The insult from him brings out a little whine of protest, teary eyes looking at him with almost something akin to betrayal.

“I-I don’t like being called mean names…I said so online too,” he pulls up finally, the chill of the night attacking full force on your now exposed cunt as he brings your panties up to his nose to inhale. His eyes narrow, almost into slits as he pulls them back and shoves them into his hoodie pocket. “Oh yeah? You post that shit on your social media or something? Sorry, I don’t really use those trash platforms. I have a Twitch stream though,” he acts like this is the time for a regular conversation, even as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, yanking them down his hips to pull his cock free. Your eyes go wide, mind a bit blank and missing something, in favor of looking at him pump his length lazily. A trail of blue curls like on his head travel from his navel to his groin where it spreads out a little, the color a bit darker as it goes lower. He’s not one to shave it seems, but your eyes focus on his cock, average in length but girthy with a tip that curves up almost perfectly. It looks like a cock someone would sell as a dildo at a sex store. It was pretty, admittedly, as a few pearls of pre-cum dotted the tip and spilled over as he slowly worked it above you. “Hungry?” He jokes, but when you nod he grits his teeth and bites back a moan, the night truly more unexpected than he thought. “Open up then, crybaby.” He thankfully didn’t call you a bitch again, crybaby the less of the evils and more acceptable of a petname for your preference as you open your lips and awkwardly lean your head forward. “No need to lean up,” he mumbles, shifting until his knees now rested by your shoulders, tip just in your mouth and his forearms on the earth above your head. He’s looking down at you, and you lay back down as he works his cock in your mouth. He’s going to fuck your mouth, you realize a bit late, the position so easy for him to hit balls deep in your throat and prevent you from running just from his weight alone. You’re pinned to earth, the scent of crisp autumn becoming mingled with the musky masculine odor the stranger had clinging to him. Something smelled of iron too, but it was fainter and didn’t bother you too much, not when he seemed determined to suffocate you with his cock. You jerk a little, teeth accidentally grazing his cock and his hiss of pain alerts you that you’ve hurt him. He pulls up and out of your mouth, glaring ferociously as he looks down at you with contemplation. “Sorry—! I’m not used—,” the words leaving you mouth go unfinished as you’re suddenly looking away and down, confusion wracking your mind before white hot pain erupts across your face and you cry out in agony.

He watches with a cool nonchalance as you whimper and cry, holding your inflamed cheek and looking at him with teary eyes filled with questions. The sight doesn’t help his hardness, your face swelling a bit from the force of the blow already, but it was still arousing how you cried for him so easily. “Don’t bite my fucking dick and I won’t hit you, clear?” He’s grabbing you roughly by the hair again, yanking you up and no longer in the mood for that awkward position as he stands and pulls you to your knees. This position at least gives him a good eye full of your tits, shaking from your little trembling as you’re made to look up at him. His angry reddened cock next to your injured cheek is a sight for him, his hand gripping his shaft and slapping you lightly on the cheek with it, his hand in your hair preventing you from turning away even as you whimper in pain. “Okay, we’ll try this again, crybaby. Open.” You do, even as tears run like waterfalls down your face, mascara smeared and making a pathetic sight for sore eyes of you, you let his cock enter your mouth once more.

Because you’ve never been more aroused.

Your stranger isn’t nice, pushing hard and deep into your throat immediately and gagging you. You’re careful with your teeth, jaw already burning and aching as he locks his arm and hand, strands of hair tearing out as he works his hips into your face at an uneven pace. “Stop fucking moving,” he growls, stepping even closer, blocking any and all exits and forcing you to take it. His cock didn’t seem so scary when he’d pulled it out, but in your throat it was a plug to your oxygen and felt too big for your poor mouth. It hurt, feeling him go too deep and leaving you coughing and sputtering and even still he wouldn’t pull out, groaning and pressing impossibly deep like he truly means to suffocate you. “You got a good little mouth pussy, crybaby. Fuck—take my cock, just like that.” He moans, watching as you struggle on his dick to breathe or swallow, slobber and tears coating his cock as he makes a mess of your pretty face. He doesn’t care that your eyes are starting to roll back, hands which had previously been clawing at his legs going limp at your sides. You acted more like a hole for him to fuck when you were limp like this, and it drove him wild as he grunted like an animal and rutted into your mouth like he held a grudge against you. Both hands dug into your hair, hands pulling you back onto his cock when his hips bucked you away. “Never fucked a—holy shit—ah, mouth so damn good before—, ah fuck, fuck,” he’s getting breathier as time ticks by, his own eyes rolling back as his balls draw up tight. “I’m going to cum, ready for me crybaby? Want it in your tummy or on your face?” He’s being condescending on purpose, but it’s a bit useless considering he’s rendered you nearly unconscious on his dick. He shrugs your lack of response off, pumping his cock down your throat until he sees stars and yanks himself free just before the first spurt misses and hits the grass below, he grips the base, pumping and shooting his next shot right onto your face. He yanks your head against his thigh, delirious face dazed and coughing softly as he finishes on your glitter and mascara run cheeks, using the tip to smear it well into your ruined makeup as he sneers at you from above.

“Hah…” he catches his breath, sucking in oxygen along with you as his gaze turns calculated.

“Wake up, I’m not done with you yet.” He’s more gentle now that he's cum at least once, tapping your uninjured cheek with two fingers as your eyes roll around before opening and looking at him.

He swears, your face making him hard again instantly, blood pooling to his groin at the messy sight of you in your white ruined angel costume. “You really are unlucky I was out tonight, I don’t think I’m gonna let you go.” His dead serious comment caused something cold to hit your veins, chills running through you as you gape in shock.

“W-what…?” He reaches into his hoodie pocket, pulling out what looked like a foot long serrated hunting blade. He snickers at the blank look of shock on your features.

“What’s wrong, crybaby? No tears for me right now?” You’re shaking, getting paler by the second as you realize no, it’s not a costume, and yes, there is still dried blood on the blade. There’s dried blood all over him, his spree tonight ridiculously fruitful and his body still high on the thrill. Imagine his luck finding you. “T-this wasn’t in my profile, wh-what are you doing?” Now you look alert, now you act like a regular civilian, he notes cooly. “I only con-consented to the sex and stuff, I said I didn’t like—like blades or blood play.” Your eyes are wide as saucers and you have a cold sweat now forming and dotting your skin, shaky like on too much caffeine as your body dumped chemicals to help you run.

His head tilts, a few more strands of hair coming loose from his tie as those red eyes watch you without any emotion in their depths.

“Ah~ I get it now. Are you some kind of freak who links up with people online for this kind of shit?” He laughs, eyes not matching the manic toothy grin. “Sorry to disappoint slut, I ain’t your tinder or whatever match. Did you do it anonymously?” He’s beyond amused, thrilled by the horror dawning on your face as reality sets in. “You’re a fucking idiot.” He sneers, but he’s joyful when you book it, heeled boots caked in mud as they dig into the ground and you take off for real. True intent to get away now because he’s not your new friend, he’s a real stranger and his energy is nothing but malevolent.

You’re going to die.

It’s a sick thought that twists inside you as you push the hardest you’ve ever, scream bubbling up and out as you cry for help now. “HELP! Please! Someone! Anyone!” It’s more broken and hoarse than you want, his earlier abuse to your throat having taken a number on your ability to vocalize.

It’s empty. This damn park is empty.

Not a soul around and you can’t hear him coming for you anymore, and it only makes the tears fall harder as you drive your body to a breaking point. If no one is around you can at least aim for your car, your phone will take too much time to look at and dial the police, you’d be too open and that would mean—

Something—someone—smashes into you, your body thrown sideways by the brute force and flung roughly to the ground where you roll several feet.

It hurts—!

Your body and mind scream as pain lights up your shoulder, a previously dull ache now hounding for your attention so much it left you lightheaded. You twisted your ankle too or maybe broke it, already so regretful for the evening and your life choices that your shoes hardly broke the bank. It all hurt, and yet you still tried to crawl to get away, still eager for another deep breath of air in your lungs even if it hurt to do that too.

“Hck, please, please—help—!,” you’re a sobbing pathetic mess, and he couldn’t be more turned on by the sight. He dusts himself off like he hadn’t tackled you like a linebacker for a major league football team, his lanky form sinewy with muscle and his agility nothing to scoff at. He swirls the enormous daunting blade with a whistle, smiling more genuinely as he strolls towards your shaking form crawling away.

“Where do you think you’re going, crybaby? I said I wasn’t done with you,” he lands a solid hit to your middle, dirty sneaker smearing mud on your cute little dress, looking less and less white as the night wears on. The blow is not hard enough to damage anything, he’s sure, but you act as if you’ve been disemboweled by how you howl and heave. He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, settling one foot between your shoulder blades and pressing down until you’re left immobilized.

Your vision is blurry, going in and out of focus as you try, and try, and try to get away, cute nail polish chipped and ruined as you claw at the dirt floor for leverage.

He admires your tenacity. “You think you can get away? That anyone is coming to save you?” He brushes a few stray hairs out of his face as he laughs, the urge to gut you strong as he savors your useless little struggle. “Crybaby, look around! No one is coming! I said look,” he grinds out, dropping to one knee while his other leg remains planted on your back, his hand gripping your hair and yanking your head up to see what he meant.

There’s a fence. A metal chain link fence, and it had a sign your vision was too blurry to read through your tears.

“You ran yourself straight into the worst possible area, this is sort of your game over,” He leans down to look at you, yanking your head back and forcing you into an uncomfortable arch. He raises up the blade, fully intending to slit your pretty throat and watch your eyes as the light fades, but you blubber out a sentence which halts him.

“Y-you didn’t finish! E-earlier, hck, earlier you didn’t finish—!” Your eyes squeeze closed in pain as he yanks your head to the side. Confusion burned in him, and curiosity kept you breathing for now.

“Didn’t finish what, crybaby? Fairly certain I finished all over your face, if I remember correctly.” He has a sharp edge in his tone, something metallic fills your mouth and you realize you’ve bitten through your tongue in your panic. A few drops spill past your lips, catching his attention.

“S-shouldn’t you also f-fuck me too? I-it’s why I came out tonight, wh-why I, ah, d-did this,” it’s a long shot by any means, and he’s no fool, but you did make a good point.

He was still hard.

“Smart little crybaby, aren’t you?” He mutters darkly, setting aside his blade in favor of smashing your face into the dirt, keeping your head down as he presses against your back and yanks your hips up. Your knees are skinned from the rough handling, socks torn open and stained with blood and dirt while his calloused hands slip beneath your dress. Your breath hitches. You needed to think of some way out of this, some kind of plan to escape or incapacitate him.

He’s busied himself with your still dripping cunt. Two fingers roughly filling your hole and uncaringly stretching your tight entrance. “You really are a freak, wet even though you’re going to die, crybaby.” He felt a bit strange as you whimper and mewl below, hand slowing as he tried to place the feeling.

He shrugs it off, instead easily yanking down his jeans which were still unbuttoned and pulling out his cock once more, stroking his shaft a few times before he lined himself up with your puffy lips. “Fuck—,” he swears, eyes seeing stars as he pushes just his tip past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance, mouth opening as licks his lips and stares down at you. “Never had pussy so good…” he giggles darkly, cracking his neck as he pushes each inch inside of you, stretching you out deliciously until you’re speared on his cock with his hips flush with your ass. “Who knew you’d be the best, crybaby.” He muses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips, your little dress flipped up and over your ass so he can watch it bounce as he leans back on his knees to fuck you deeper. You need to think straight but it’s difficult with how good your body feels, the pain from earlier seeming to go away with a numb buzz as he fills your pussy, hitting perfectly against a spot that has you arching harder for more.

You really are a freak like he says.

You can’t help relaxing further, eyes dumbly looking to the side where your head rests as he pounds into you from behind, the coil in your gut growing tighter by the minute.

The clouds blocking the moon seem to part just for you, the full moon’s light no longer blocked and illuminating the little patch of grass he’d tackled you into. Something gleams, in perfect reach too as your eyes widen.

His knife.

He’d already proven you can’t outrun him, but what if he was injured? There’s a major artery in the thigh, if you hit that, wouldn’t you be able to get away?

He yanks back roughly, moaning as he feels you squeeze even tighter around him, velvet walls massaging his dick while he tries to fuck himself as deep as possible inside of you.

It hit you despite all your intentions not to, because this wasn’t safe and he wants to end your life and everything is wrong, but your body doesn’t listen. You cum with a shaky cry, and with an awkward turn of your head you watch as his head goes back and he moans, eyes closed in bliss as you coat his cock in even more slick.

You’re louder than you intended to be, but your fingers close around the hilt nonetheless, trembling with the heavy weight in your grasp, you use every ounce of energy inside you to swing it back into his thigh.

“Cute,” you scream as he catches your wrist, hand clenching so tight you feel your bones grind together as the knife falls from your grip. He twists your arm around and pins your wrist behind your back, holding it in place while his other hand remains at your hip.

“So fucking cute, crybaby. Did you cum just to distract me or was that because you couldn’t help yourself?” He’s getting a high from this, from fucking you and turning you into nothing but a toy as he bounces you on his cock, hips still but arms pulling you back and forth with ease. Scarlet eyes drink you in with undisguised sick glee, and he’s finally able to place the feeling from earlier.

“A pretty little slut trying to get her rocks off and getting shown why she should’ve been a good girl and stayed home,” he grunts, releasing you and leaning over, pinning you with his weight and nearly knocking the air from your lungs how deeply he hits you inside from this angle. Dirt fills the underbelly of your nails, your fingers digging into the earth just for some semblance of stability.

You had none. It was a sick and horrifying realization. You have no control. You can do nothing to stop this. As deeply as it made your gut sink, another odd emotion rose to the surface.

A bubbly sensation that tore through you as your tears became less from fear and more from overstimulation.

His hips piston in and out of you, bullying your cervix in this position as he ruts into you like a hound, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he moans and grunts.

You break again, spasm and cinch down on his cock like a vice while you wail as if in mourning. Maybe you are, for yourself at least. “Oh fuck—! s’too much—, please, I can’t—, f-feels good, hah,” your nearly incoherent babbling sends him over the edge along with you, his own dull nails finally drawing blood as he holds you for dear life as he releases deep inside you, tip kissing right up against you womb as he cums. You can feel it too, his cock twitching inside as the night seems to still for a moment.

He holds you for a while. Breathing you in, nuzzling his face into your neck and licking you. He holds you until his cock fully softens and it hurt to be gripped so tightly inside your wet heat, regrettably pulling away.

He stands, putting his sticky limp cock away inside his underwear and pulling up his pants, looking down at your ruined figure that had slumped over to the side.

“Y’know, crybaby… you really resemble an angel now,” he smiles, red eyes almost glowing as the moon blankets his back and shadows his face. His hair seems almost white like this, your tired eyes note. You don’t move or even flinch as he grabs his knife and yanks your limp figure up by your hair. Even now you’re still crying, face lax despite the rivers flowing down your dirty swollen cheeks. You make no effort to stop him, having given up completely.

He crouches down again, mostly eye level now as he makes you look at him.

“You got any last words?” He’s being dead serious. He feels strange looking at the almost glazed over look in your eyes.

“W-what…” your voice is barely a whisper, but the night is so quiet he catches it, “what’s your…name?”

An unexpected question.

His eyes gleam, smile ravenous as he puts his lips against your ear and whispers it.

“Tomura, what’s your name, crybaby?” He asks, gently, almost like he’s actually interested.

You hoarsely whisper it, your last time ever saying it after tonight. He hums, like it pleases him, before he brings down the knife swiftly.

Your vision goes dark, the strike mercifully painless. Your last thoughts blur as you drift into soft nothingness.

He releases your hair, grabbing your limp figure up in his arms as he chuckles and sheaths his knife properly on his hip. “Dumb crybaby” his voice almost singing the words as he whistles and walks away, the park dead silent but even if someone had seen you in his arms, he could just play the good boyfriend taking his sweetheart home safely. It’s not entirely a lie either, his eyes glancing down at your unconscious form, pretty neck unmarred but a bruise would likely form on the back where he struck you tomorrow. Tomura had never felt compelled to allow a victim to live, but then again he’s never fucked a victim either, so you’re the first for a lot. He supposed it made you quite special, his legs carrying him in the direction of his car in the parking lot about a mile south. Obsession and possessiveness swirled in those red depths as they looked at your figure.

“Good girls should just stay home…” he continues his sardonic little tune, his smile gruesome and foreboding.

Vibrant blue orbs check his surroundings again, noting once again his friend was a no show. Rolling his eyes, he knew it was too good to be true. Your profile screamed inexperienced and cautious, despite you clicking that you’d like him to remain anonymous beforehand. It didn’t matter, he’d just go enjoy some sorority girl pussy instead, figuring at 0330 that most parties would be winding down. Drunk girls dressed like sluts were his second favorite.

Dabi clicks the notify option on his app, letting the website staff know you never showed up.

Though, he muses if something did happen, the police wouldn’t be notified until it was too late. Halloween weekend after all meant you could be missing for quite a while before anyone noticed.

Not his problem though.

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 1 month

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The appeal of a villain friend in fiction is more often than not the thought that someone out there would choose you over the entire world.

The members of the League of Villains were anyone's priority. They felt replaceable or even worse, they knew they were replaceable. They weren't pretty enough, strong enough, normal enough, cool enough. They were wrong in the head, were too violent, too weird, too creepy.

All the rage? The hurt? They were told to swallow it because it was making people uncomfortable.

Stain was their inspiration, but he wasn't the one to pick them. He wasn't the one who looked at them and told them "you have a place". That was Giran. The manga tells us that Giran was putting together a sort of friendship group for violent outcasts like them. That he formed the League for them to have company, a reason to fight for, to exist.

There's a sort of catharsis that fictional villain friendships give that you can't find somewhere else. A sort of short-lived relief that comes when someone sees you being mistreated and decides retribution is needed. Wouldn't it be wonderful if revenge had no consequences and the damage it caused was at once lasting and non-existent?

That's what fiction is for. You put all your feelings there and create scenarios where you purge those feelings. No one gets harmed and you come out of it cleaned, renewed, with a clear head.

So when Tomura Shigaraki creates the League of Villains, it is an instant click for people who had been wronged and are seeking catharsis of their negative experiences and feelings.

The League of Villains punishes someone with torture and failure for misgendering and hurting their trans friend. A shonen manga does that, a gender where nonconforming people are a joke by tradition. Do you get what that means to some readers out there?

Tomura claims to hate everything and everyone, but when Toga asks him, he admits that they are his exception. He wouldn't destroy something they loved. His prioritizing their wishes and their likings. There was no one else above them for him and no one was as important to him as they were.

Suddenly, they are someone's number one people and not out of manipulation. They recognize in Tomura a man who really cares.

Tomura was shown to live in total neglect. He had poor hygiene, was isolated almost completely from the outside world, talked with maybe three or four people tops, ate whatever, liver whatever. He didn't care about his living conditions. It was only when the League asked for clothing and food and other stuff that he began to care. For them.

He wants them to live, to succeed, he wants to hurt anyone who hurts them, to protect what is precious to them.

And now we got confirmation that they matter more to him than his own past.

Tomura would destroy the world simply because they asked him to, because they promised to. He would destroy himself trying because he must be their hero. Remember how every time a villain would question him about his motivation or his ideals, he would talk about his hatred or his need to destroy. We've gone past it and at his very core we found that the thing that truly fuels him is the desire to be a hero.

For them.

It's really something to see people wondering why a reader would be fond of Tomura Shigaraki or the LOV in general. Is it that hard to understand?

Again, that's the appeal of a fictional villain's friendship to real life victims:

To be important, to be picked, to be prioritized, to be felt, to be seen, to be understood, to belong to and be considered, to be irreplaceable. To be all those things to the point the weight of it shatters the universe.

So much love outplacement in someone's love— to matter so much to someone —that to see you hurt would make them want to destroy the world.

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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BNHA Men + Handling Scary Movies

Pairing: Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Kirishima, Mirio, Keigo, Dabi, Aizawa, Tomura x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, nightmares, comfort, kissing, horror movies, crying, teasing

A/N: A tiny bit Halloween themed for the spooky month!

Izuku lets you know he hates them right away, he doesn't want to even try acting otherwise. Acting brave also goes out the window as soon as the first scary scene happens. He's not just holding your hand, he is fully in your lap, holding onto you for dear life through the whole movie. You also discover that he us indeed a screamer.

Bakugo doesn't react much to the scary scenes in the movie. In his opinion horror movies are pretty dumb, besides he could easily overpower any bad guy in the movie so there's no reason for him to be scared even if it was real. If he sees that you're scared he won't tease you about it while watching the movie, maybe after, but while you're watching he'll put his arm around you as a protective gesture.

Shoto holds your hand the whole time while feeding you popcorn with the other. The bowl doesn't even have finished popcorn, he uses his Quirk to make it which distracts you from how scary the movie you're watching really is. Good, so his plan is working as intended then, he was afraid you wouldn't want to watch it with him but you're handing it well.

Kirishima acts tough at the start but turns out to be quite jumpy at the scary scenes. His Quirk can act up too but he says it's just his instincts to protect you. Not wanting to embarrass him, even if he's being real cute, you ask him to cuddle with you cause you're scared. It works like a charm and his arms are wrapping you up against his body, his chin against your shoulder before the next scary scene can come up.

Mirio doesn't understand the appeal of scary movies. He's not opposed to watching them with you as date night but they don't have any real impact on him. Regardless he will lean in to kiss your cheek if he hears you yelp or sees you shiver in fear. These movies seem to make you quite clingy, and you already know that he is clingy too, so that is the one positive thing he can say about them.

Keigo likes horror movies but he is really selective over which ones he watches. More into the older ones that he watched as a kid if he were honest, they aren't actually scary to him but some scenes do make you jump. He uses his wings to shield your eyes when he knows a jumpscare is coming up and he also wraps one wing around you as protection.

Dabi can watch a horror movie or two but he's more in it for the chance to tease you. Even if you're not that much of a scaredy cat if you're with him it's still fun to cuddle with you and whisper in your ear about how adorable you are when you're scared. You know that nothing can touch you when he's around right? Nothing and no one... except for him.

Aizawa doesn't react to many scenes but he thinks it's entertaining for what it's supposed to be. The only thing he has against these movies is that they give you, and some of his students, nightmares so he has to walk up and down the hallway of the dorms to make sure everyone is actually sleeping. In your case he will stay up all night if he has to, holding and kissing you, wiping your scared tears away as soon as they come.

Tomura loves horror movies a lot and watches them pretty often. He will often say how stupid a plot point or a villain choice was and what he would have done but he still likes a lot of the movies he watches. They're dumb fun for him and he loves things that entertain him. It's why he loves you too, with all you funny and cute reactions and holding onto his shirt or the sleeve through the whole movie.

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bugs1nmybrain · 5 months

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Shigaraki With a Girlfriend Headcanons

Warnings: fem reader as title suggests, sex, dub-con/non-con, shigaraki isn't healthy, fluffy if you can get past the darkish content, domestic abuse themes, misogynistic Tomura, anal mention, a lot of headcanons, typos but i don't have time to fix them right now

18+ Minors Don't Interact

Mellows out more, especially if he's around you and you alone

When Shigaraki has you around others he can get a bit cocky. He likes showing off his cute little girlfriend and how he's got such a cutie absolutely obsessed with him

When it's only you and him he's kind of domestic, surprisingly. You'll find him often coming up to cuddle you or touch you somehow and drag you to play games with him. Or more accurately you watch him game while he kisses and bites your neck

He likes doing cheesy couple things you'll come to find, such as going for walks, movies, out to eat, or just cuddle in bed for a while

That said, he's actually very cuddly once he's sure he can control touching you. If you're immune to his quirk, he'll still doubt it for a while and will touch you as if he's touching a hot stove. Once he knows you won't crumble, you won't be able to get him off of you

And if you aren't immune, those gloves that the doctor gave him as a child will make a comeback

He sort of doesn't even believe he has a GIRLFRIEND?!?! Makes him cackle and giggle sometimes

You can draw those cackles out by kissing his face and letting him touch you however he wants

He's horny so very horny

He's never had someone touch him so lovingly. He loves it. He loves that you love him.

As codependent as it is, you're pretty much the only thing he loves. That, and video games. And yes, he respects and appreciates his comrades. But love, as in genuinely caring for someone and wanting to see them happy? Only you

His temper is short and it's easy to piss him off but he sort of teaches himself a "count to 10" thing for you. He doesn't actually want to hurt you or your feelings. Though he'll admit, seeing your eyes water when he does something bad makes that sick, evil part of him smile

He can get carried away during sex. He's actually very eager to please you and make you beg for him. It wouldn't be fun if you didn't crave his cock, right?

He oversteps boundaries sometimes and will be very pushy. You'll have to speak up, but even then he might banter with you, "come onnn..but you're so pretty thoughhh~"

After the fact he'll pull you into snuggle and sleep with him. He considers that his act of redemption.

In case it didn't dawn on you, he's evil

He's able to be down to earth with you too and will open up about things he'd never tell others with you. He trusts you

His mommy issues may get taken out on you sometimes, and not even just in the sexy way. He can get very pouty and bratty with you or even just needy for attention.

He loves you sooo much. I've said that, but for real. His version of love is sick and maybe it's better to say that he's obsessed with you. He wants you all the time, and wants you to be his and his ONLY.

That said, he's the boyfriend who goes through phones. He paid attention when you put in your password while he was around you. He'll look through your messages to make sure there's no guys or funny people. He'll turn on location features while you're unaware so he can check on your location when he's not with you.

He'll look through your porn history too but he most likely won't be mad at anything he sees. It'll just make him horny and he'll pester you with questions. "Hehe you're into that?!" "Would it make you ooey gooey if I did that to you?" "Nasty whore hehehe."

Will take pictures of you without your permission, lewd or just innocent. He misses you when you're away and likes to look at them.

He doesn't show them to people except that one time he did let Dabi see a filthy video he took once while you and him were fucking. Dabi questioned his sexual abilities, so naturally he had to prove him wrong.

If anyone disrespected you the only person who could stop him is you, to be honest. He won't tolerate it and will absolutely hurt someone in your honor.

If anyone tried to take advantage of you or hurt you, bye bye

Doubts himself a lot and makes you feel guilty for it. He'll pester you. Is he good enough for you? Do you not love him? Is he ugly? Is his dick too small? He's too crazy for you right? Too bad? Too damaged? There's no way you love him, you lying bitch!

He's kind of misogynistic. Mansplains. Complains about how women accuse men of shit that "they don't do" and then does said things

Period specific hc: didn't take your period cramps seriously at first because he couldn't fathom how they were that bad. He thought you were being dramatic. It only took him taking you around his buddies and you absolutely dying in pain the entire time. He actually felt bad.

Sometimes he'll even give you the princess treatment. Spoil you with kisses, cuddles, and games. He'll bring some snacks too. Maybe pull you into the shower if he's smelly that day.

Boobies guy. But also loves butts. Actually, he can't pick. Because he loves sucking on titties but also likes putting his dick up your ass (when you let him lol). He loves your body so much, but he's not THAT shallow. It's the fact that it's YOUR body on YOU, attached to your cute facial expressions, and your cute lil heart.

Sex with him varies. It can be pretty sexy and sensual, actually. You'd be surprised how much Tomura just wants some genuine love and affection. But it can also very easily be rough and animalistic

All that hate and rage inside Tomura gets taken out on your wet pussy. You'll be sore. He'll say sorry and buy you a coffee later to atone for his sins.

If you want him to brush his teeth, you have to take him with you. If you treat it as a ☆bonding time☆between you and him, he'll do it. Otherwise, Tomura doesn't even remember most of the time. His breath smells. It's bad sometimes. When he flosses once every 6 months there's a pool of blood in the sink. Probably has gum disease.

Collects figures! And he'll never demand that you buy him things but if you did he'd be super embarrassed, but also grateful. He'll probably just hide his face and mutter a little.."thank yew". But the fact that you care about him like that makes his heart HURT

These love feelings confuse him because he fucking HATES how tight his chest feels and how heavy his bones and foggy his head is when he finds himself adoring you so damn much. He also adoressss you. You're his one and only and his only reason for ever doing anything generous to anybody. If he wasn't so fucking stubborn you'd probably be enough to "save" him

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nishiyako · 6 months

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Ganked (NSFW)

Paring : Shigaraki x Sleeping!Reader

Tags : Somnophilia, CNC, Creampie, Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Sloppy make-outs, Established Relationship, Reader wakes up, Thigh rubs, Aftercare if you squint, Gamer shiggy, Fluffy ending

Summary : After a rough night, Tomura sees you so perfectly vulnerable on his bed. pissed and horny, he gives into his instincts, he's only human.

(Gank - a video game slang that means to kill, defeat, or take advantage of a weaker or unexpecting player)

Tomura slammed down the mouse on top of his mouse pad, instantly regretting his decision when he heard you shift in your sheets. He was afraid you’d wake up, but you were long gone since 9 pm. You looked so comfortable and serene in his bed, wearing the hoodie you stole from him.

He wished he could be the same, playing what felt like the hundredth game of the night.

The screen illuminated his keyboard as he typed a sarcastic “Nice.” In the chat, openly being disappointed in his teammates and their idiocy. The game was beyond repair, and there were no possible ways he could save the match except to call an early forfeit.

He wonders why he keeps coming back to this shit game.

He looked back at the defeat screen, cracking his tense knuckles, thinking if he played another round, everything would work out. Maybe his next team wouldn't be so shortsighted and know how to play the game right.

He minimized the tab as he didn’t even care about seeing the endgame stats, knowing he did all the work. his eyes widen, seeing the time in the corner of his monitor. He sighs in annoyance, knowing he probably should be joining you in bed at this time. Not that he didn’t want to. He just wanted to be able to show you something cool when you woke up.

But he’s played unlucky match after unlucky match. It seems like it's been forever since he actually won a game without carrying the whole thing.

He takes off his head phones, Tomura gets off his gamer chair, cringing at the squeaks it made in his wake, making the headache his teammates give him worse.

His eyes widened once more, seeing the state you were in. you looked perfect.

You were sound asleep, completely defenseless as you kicked the covers off of yourself, your hair spread on the pillow, framing your comfortable expression as his hoodie draped over you, slightly exposing your thighs peeking through and he swore he saw the cute pink fabric in between your legs, so thin it felt like he could rip it off you.

He placed his hand over his nearly drooling mouth, making his hand run through to his jaw before placing it on his nape. He judged the situation, remembering a few weeks ago you did say somnophilia was hot, but would that count as a yes?

If it was, did you plan this? Was this what you wanted? Or if it wasn't, would you forgive him?

He took his chances, already having a shitty night. It's what he deserved. it's what he needed.

He kneeled over you before spreading your legs open and putting his between them, locking them around his waist.

He tested the waters, giving your thighs a gentle rub, making sure he avoided using all five fingers.

As he moves closer to your core, he could see your folds against the thin fabric, his hand slowly creeping towards the silky fiber. He saw as you shifted against the bed, having a slight wince on your face before going back to your peaceful state. Were you awake?

“Hey, angel.” his raspy low voice called out, “You awake right now?” he asked, but he’d be met with no response.

He took a weak sigh before finally slipping your panties to the side, coating his middle and ring finger with his tongue, before slowly slicking it up your folds, rubbing against your clit. He heard a mumble come out of your lips, something like a whine as you shifted your shoulders, and your legs trying to close your thighs yet kept apart by his own.

He wonders what you're feeling right now, what you 're thinking about. Him, he hoped.

Once he started to feel your juices on his palm, he knew you were ready. Dipping both fingers into you as you let out the cutest whine he's ever heard, it brought a smile to his scarred lips, seeing you squirm under him.

He started to sway his fingers inside you, the way he knew you liked it. He saw your eyes stress as your breathing became uneven. He didn’t want you to wake up, but he also wanted to wake you up with the good sex you deserved, looking like such a cute display.

“You can open your eyes, I know you’re awake.” Though he had no proof, he still wanted to act like he still had some morals, though a part of him liked having the thought of you unconscious and defenseless.

“I know you want it.” he swore to himself, knowing he couldn't hold back for long. You 're so much tighter when you’re asleep.

He pulled his fingers out of you, seeing it already covered in slick. It only made his cock throb.

He licked your juices off of his digits, tasting your bitter-sweet allurement on his tongue.

After a few more one-sided debates, he finally undid the tie on his sweatpants, pulling it off and throwing it to the corner of the bed.

Was he really about to do this? He thought to himself, knowing that you were a tease sometimes, especially when he wouldn't give you attention. Was that what you wanted? Attention?

He chuckled at the thought, thinking of the possibility of you just being an attention-whore for him, so adorable.

He finally positioned against you, just his swollen tip inside your heat.

Slowly pushed in, making you feel fuller every inch that enters. He curses under his breath, feeling you take him so nicely.

He lifted your hips at an angle to enter you carefully. He saw you, eyes closed and mouth agape and started coming to your senses.

Your eyes flickered open to see your beloved boyfriend, balls deep inside you. You thought you were dreaming, thinking it was just another perverted dream you were having at first until he started moving, a slow thrust giving your cervix a kiss with the head of his cock, your eyes roll to the back of your head realizing you weren't dreaming.

“Morning babe” he said with a sadistic grin seeing you so sensitive from a single thrust, “Sorry for waking you up” his faux apology made your ears ring as you started seeing white, already with him ruthlessly thrusting into you while he saw you crumble under him, no chance to adjust or pry him off of you (not like you wanted to) as he crouched down, capturing your lips in a lazy kiss.

You taste the sugary energy drinks, but you also taste something bitter on his tongue. It makes your mind race. What else did he do to you while you were asleep?

It was wrong. You know you shouldn’t be encouraging this, but you couldn’t get enough of getting stuffed while you’re half awake. Especially with his smirking lips against yours, his tongue forcing itself down your throat.

his cock slips out halfway, covered in slick, so much that it drips between your thighs.

Your thighs are sticky, and your eyes squeeze at the feeling, completely ruining your panties. He shoves back in roughly, making you jolt.

He backs from the kiss, hearing your uneven breaths as you cling onto him, hugging around his neck as he continues to rut into you.

He wasn't sure if it was the fact that you were tired and sensitive or you were really turned on, but he was living for this reaction. Clinging onto him, trying to suppress your moans to not wake up any of the rest of the league in the base, especially in the middle of the night.

His attention drew to your face. Shigaraki couldn’t form any teasing remarks, seeing you so cock drunk and groggy really made his evening.

He didn't know how long he'd last seeing you like this. He felt helpless when it came to you. You were out of his league, and he knew that, yet here he is, helping himself to a quick use of your hole.

Your foreheads pressed together, moaning against his lips as he watched how your warm body moved up and down the sheets every time he thrusted into you. tempered by the groggy atmosphere, it made everything better and a bit sloppy, not like he minded.

Your legs tensed, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over again, so painfully good it had you seeing stars every time he rutted against you.

The sudden ego boost getting to his head watching you writhe on his cock, your hands pawing at his soft hair, giving the occasional tug.

Your back arched, his face buried in the crook of your neck, working on a few love bites and hickeys to see in the morning.

Your desperate mewls could only mean one thing, you were close. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging onto him so desperately.

“Tomura, I’m close-” you whispered in his ear, trying to make as little noise as possible. “Y-yeah, me too.” he responded in a shaky voice. His thrusts became more clumsy as you tightened when you heard his voice.

“You want it inside, don't you?” he teased. He saw you nod, meeting his gaze with your desperate doe eyes

He chuckled to himself before holding you a bit closer, forcing you to open your legs a bit more before a few more thrusts. You felt his warm milky seed fill inside you, painting your insides before it leaked out of you, staining the sheets.

He gave your thighs a rub before placing a soft kiss on your lips, slowly pulling out and watching it drip out of your abused hole.

It wasn't long before he dried you off, brought you new panties, and snuggled up with you.

He held you in your half-awake state, rubbing the small of your back, sneaking his hands under the hoodie you’re wearing.

“You aren't mad at me, are you?” he asked in a sheepish tone. He started thinking of ways to justify himself and his actions until you spoke in a croaky, sleepy tone. “Why would I be?” you asked, a giggle escaping your lips.

“I had fun, Tomura. thank you.” you said softly before giving him a smile and a soft kiss to match.

Though he still felt guilty taking advantage of you being in such a vulnerable state, he still smiled seeing you so satisfied at the end of the day.

#mha smut #shigaraki smut #tomura shigiraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x y/n #tomura smut #tomura shigaraki smut #tenko shimura x reader #i dont wanna add tags )):

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kikyo-bnha-imagines · 7 months

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA | GAME OVER

summary: shigaraki isn't paying attention to you, so you decide to suck him off while he plays video games.

tags: explicit, fem!reader

“Tomura, are you still not done yet?” you whine. “I’ve been waiting forever.”

Shigaraki barely even spares you a glance, too focused on mashing the buttons of his controller and staring at the TV without blinking.

“Almost,” he says. “I’m trying to finish this level.”

That’s what he’s been saying for the past hour, and if it’s up to him, he’ll probably be playing those stupid games for the rest of the night.

You press your lips together. Fine, then. If he keeps refusing to pay attention to you, you’re just going to have to make him pay attention.

Shigaraki doesn’t realize what’s happening at first. He’s too immersed in the game, brows furrowed as he masterfully presses buttons and controls his character with ease. This level is pretty damn difficult. He’s been trying to beat it for ages now, and it doesn’t help that it goes on for fucking ever.

Tonight is the night he’ll beat it, though. He’s already made up his mind.

Well, that was the plan, anyways.

“...the hell are you doing?”

Shigaraki finally notices that you’ve dropped to your knees in front of him. You’re keeping your head low, and he can still see the screen of the TV, but he feels you running your hands over his thighs and slowly inching them towards the waistband of his pants.

“Nothing,” you reply sweetly. “It’s fine. Keep playing your game.”

He has every intention of doing that. Still, he can’t help but frown. Are you trying to do what he thinks you are? Do you really think you’ll be able to distract him like that?

“I’m beating this level,” he states, but already, he can hear his voice wavering a bit.

Shigaraki redirects his attention to the TV, and he resists the urge to glance down when he feels you start stroking his cock through his pants. You’re gentle at first, only applying a small amount of pressure, but gradually, you start gripping him harder, pumping him through the thick fabric and making blood rush to all the right places.

He’s fully erect now, and you waste no time in letting his cock spring free.

Shigaraki lets out a silent hiss. You’re still stroking him, except now he can feel your skin in direct contact with his. It feels so good how you’re pumping the shaft of his cock. Fuck. It feels really, really good.

Still, he refuses to lose focus. He said he was going to beat this level, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. This is just an extra challenge, that’s all. If anything, it’ll make his inevitable victory even more impressive.

Shigaraki pauses for a few moments to compose himself. Yeah. He can do this.

But then you take his cock into your mouth.

“Sh-Shit!”

He outright moans this time, and he feels you chuckle softly in response. The vibrations of your throat pulse against his cock, and it amplifies the pleasure tenfold.

“Wait,” Shigaraki gasps. “Actually... hold on a second. I really need to finish this level first. I need to—”

You ignore him, just like he ignored you for the better portion of the night. Delighted to finally elicit some kind of reaction out of him, you run your tongue over the drooling slit at the head of his cock, then pucker your lips together and suck in hard. Shigaraki mutters a quiet curse as you then loosen your jaw a bit more, only to plunge headfirst and deepthroat him.

“Oh, fuck.”

He’s still holding onto the controller, just barely. His fingers are pushing the buttons in a sloppy, uncoordinated fashion now, and even though it looks like he’s trying to keep staring at the screen, he can’t help but steal glances at you every so often.

Eventually, the controller falls from his hands, and as you stare up into his deep red eyes, you realize that you finally, finally have his undivided attention.

You moan softly, bobbing your head and sucking him at a steady rhythm. His cock tastes so good. You’re convinced you’ll never be able to get enough of it.

“That’s good,” Shigaraki breathes, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah—ugh. That’s really, really good...”

His praise motivates you to try even harder, and you gag as you force yourself to take him all the way in, letting his cock bottom out against the back of your throat. Shigaraki moans again, and you don’t dare to break eye contact, despite the prickly tears that are forming.

“Take it,” Shigaraki gasps. He’s careful not to use all five of his fingers, then grabs the back of your head and starts guiding your face up and down the length of his cock. You don’t attempt to struggle, even though his pace is difficult to keep up with. You choke and gag, drowning in saliva and tears, but knowing that you’re making him feel good makes you feel good.

“I love seeing your cute mouth stuffed full with my cock,” Shigaraki says. He licks his lips in delight, a crude grin stretching across his features. “Fuck yeah. You’re so hot. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He’s pretty much fucking your face at this point, and instead of trying to fight it, you forfeit all control and let him use you as he pleases. Your throat aches and burns from how relentlessly he keeps pounding his cock in, but god, it feels fucking amazing.

“I’m about to cum,” Shigaraki pants. His thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, and a soft little whine even leaves his lips. “Shit, I’m... I’m coming!”

He busts his load right into your mouth, and you moan in delight, greedily slurping up all the thick ropes of cum. There’s almost too much to contain, but you refuse to let any of it go to waste, so you stay there obediently and choke it all down.

After a few more moments, Shigaraki’s convulsions stop, and he tucks his cock away, then slumps back onto the couch, utterly spent.

“Thanks for the meal,” you grin.

He lets out a heavy sigh. “Goddammit, [Name]. You’re such a needy little slut."

“But you love it.”

“...yeah,” he admits, cracking a grin. “I sure do.”

“Are you going to keep playing your game?” you ask innocently, even though you already know the answer.

Shigaraki pretends to ponder it for a few moments, then shakes his head. “Nah. I guess I don’t have to beat it tonight. It can wait. More importantly...”

He shoves you down onto the couch, then grabs you by the thighs and spreads your legs apart. His red eyes are glinting with mischief, arousal, and just the slightest hint of sadism.

“Right now, I kind of just want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

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greenhappyseed · 27 days

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MHA 419 leak reactions (real ones this time!)

AFO yells at armless child Izuku in the mind palace. That tracks.

Attacking Tomura’s psychological scars allowed AFO to re-emerge. This also tracks. If heart is power, and a scarred, fractured, walled-off interior allows for AFO’s control, then yeah, Izuku cracking “Tomura’s” armor inadvertently allowed AFO to take over the mind palace.

Oh but AFO just has to get one last jab in against Tomura, so of course he monologues about how Tomura never made a decision for himself in his whole life. Which isn’t ENTIRELY true — AFO couldn’t control young Tenko’s desire to be a hero to Mikkun and Tomo-chan…and to the League of Villains.

We do learn that AFO encouraged Tenko’s conception so he could get his perfect successor, which is just so Enji Todoroki of him.

AFO was close enough to touch baby Tenko (!!!) because he stole candy a quirk from the baby. Then AFO waited years to make Kotaro think Tenko was quirkless before implanting Decay, which is itself engineered from a quirk that could both disintegrate AND reconstruct. Boy does THAT sound like a copy of Overhaul (who was an orphan that AFO was oddly familiar with and knew by name….)

We get both a hero name (Gaen) AND real name for En (Tayutai)! No idea what they mean — Google Translate and Jsho are giving inconsistent answers — but I’m excited to find out when official translations are released!

“Tomura Shigaraki” decays and Izuku is ejected from the mind palace. But AFO doesn’t get his brother back. He says Yoichi is gone. Ruh-roh! He also says Decay and the hatred are gone. And he hears a mysterious echo. Hmm, what could be echoing inside AFO’s mind???

Izuku, now in the real world, tries to stop AFO (who is piloting Shigaraki’s meat suit). But IZUKU DISCOVERS HIS ARMS ARE GONE???? I mean, it’s not shocking bc Horikoshi has hinted at it for forever, but inneresting that either (1) the mind palace and real world ARE entertwined; or (2) AFO took Izuku’s arms as soon as he emerged in the real world. I think it’s the former, which opens the door to some fun shenanigans. I.e., what can the heroes do in the mind palace to harm AFO?

AFO taunts Izuku and says that he “from the start had nothing” … EXCEPT FOR REAL FRIENDS THAT COME TO HIS RESCUE!!!! Sero holds back AFO, proving once again that AFO has a weakness for sticky things like tape and, uh, Mineta’s balls.

Ojiro and Sato are close behind, helping Sero hold off AFO. Of course, Izuku says, “You’re safe” because he doesn’t stop thinking of others even after he lost his actual arms. How did Sero, Ojiro, and Sato get to Mt Fuji so fast?

BECAUSE AIZAWA IS BAAAAAACK!!!

Clearly, something happened with him, Mic, and Kurogiri, and they’re able to use/control Warp Gate. I am hyped and ready for this flashback, please give the Rooftop Trio 2-3 good chapters.

ALSO. Am I the only one curious that Aizawa is in proximity to AFO, and AFO always wanted Erasure? Aizawa has fought multiple Nomu and the entire League at one time or another, but he’s never been near AFO. Then again, Aizawa can’t fight with Erasure himself, so perhaps AFO taking it can get Aizawa into the mind palace……

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makeste · 5 months

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Plus One For All

so guys. can we talk about how there’s somebody chilling out inside of Katsuki’s mind who’s not supposed to be there.

hello there Mister All Might Vestige sir. you should not exist, just FYI. you’re not some Nighteye-type plot hallucination. because if you were, you would not be appearing here as Cloud Might, a version of yourself whom Katsuki has never met and has no frame of reference for. ergo he did not imagine you. ergo you are, in fact, real.

which means Katsuki has One For All.

because that’s the only way he could have a Vestige -- which is indisputably what this is -- inside of him. he has OFA. so. where did he get it. how does he have it. and why is it only making its presence known now.

let’s discuss.

okay so I’m going to try and lay this all out as clearly as possible while also attempting to be as succinct as I can. but knowing me, I’m probably going to wind up sacrificing the latter in pursuit of the former. I’ll do my best though. here goes.

1. Heroes Rising is canon.

which is a fact we’ve recently been reminded of not once, but twice -- first with the appearance of Katsuma and Mahoro in chapter 405, and then in chapter 406 with the “Bakugou no Kacchan” callback. the timing of this almost certainly isn’t coincidental. Horikoshi wants this to be fresh in our minds.

mind you, it is extremely unusual for movies, even technically!canon ones, to actually be relevant to the plot. but BnHA may be one of the few exceptions. we’ve already seen movie 1 impact the series both with Star & Stripe’s backstory, and with Deku’s new gauntlets. so there’s precedent, and it’s something I am paying very close attention to.

2. Deku giving OFA to Bakugou is canon.

just in case anyone here hasn’t yet seen or been spoiled for Heroes Rising, that is in fact what happens in that film! so yeah, that certainly seems like an extremely relevant detail right about now.

3. we never found out why and how Deku got OFA back at the end of the movie.

okay so I was looking for a clip to link before we discuss this next part, but I unfortunately couldn’t find one that hadn’t been edited to avoid copyright issues, so you’ll just have to make do with this.

skip ahead to about 7:10 for the relevant part. for the purposes of this theory, we’re just going to ignore everything All Might says here, because tbh he has no fucking clue what’s actually going on and is just guessing wildly lol. however, I do want you to take note of one thing which will be important later. and that’s the fact that, when OFA “returns” to Deku’s body, it’s only his body which starts glowing, and notably not Kacchan’s. the latter just keeps lying there unglowingly. nothing to indicate any kind of transfer is actually happening between him and Deku, in other words.

moving on.

4. OFA and AFO are probably the same quirk.

as summarized here and here. which is relevant because if they are the same quirk, or close to it, then OFA can most likely do anything AFO can do. so file that away for later.

5. AFO was able to split his quirk and give it to Tomura while still keeping a piece of it for himself.

what’s more, he was able to do the same with Garaki/Ujiko’s quirk, and presumably other quirks as well. while it’s possible that this quirk duplication has nothing to do with AFO and is simply something Garaki was able to figure out using ~*~Science~*~, I think it’s more likely that the two of them used AFO’s quirk in some way to accomplish this feat. particularly since Tomura not only received AFO, but a bunch of its stored up quirkdata as well, such as the information stored in Ragdoll’s stolen Search quirk.

6. OFA responds to Deku’s feelings and desires.

or at least this is the case according to Banjou in chapter 213. recall this interesting conversation on how Deku first activated Blackwhip.

he was thinking that he wanted to capture Monoma, and so OFA obediently activated his “capture Monoma” quirk. despite him being unaware he even had said quirk. it responded to his need, even though he wasn’t consciously trying to activate anything.

now then, let’s revisit that scene in Heroes Rising one more time.

7. during the climax of Heroes Rising, Deku was NOT thinking, “I need to give OFA to Kacchan.”

here’s the scene one more time for reference. this time you’re gonna want to skip to about 3:57.

here’s where we are going to get extremely technical, because this scene right here is the key to everything. Deku’s lines in this scene are, and I quote: “a way we can protect [everyone]... there’s just one way...!” but he very notably does not specify exactly what that “one way” is.

until we get to this scene a minute or so later, which spells it out for us very clearly.

two One For Alls. as in, “with two One For Alls, we could win this battle and save everyone.”

that’s what he was thinking at the moment of the “transfer.” NOT, “give OFA to Kacchan.” but, “we need two One For Alls.”

which, I think, may have made all the difference.

8. OFA created a copy of itself to share with Kacchan, so that both of them could have OFA and use the two OFAs to defeat Nine.

let’s recap. OFA is AFO. AFO can clone itself. so it stands to reason that OFA can presumably clone itself as well. and that’s exactly what Deku wanted to do. make a second One For All.

he didn’t know that he could do that. but as previously established in the Blackwhip incident, OFA is more than capable of making its own executive decisions in key moments just like this in order to help him out.

which would mean that what we saw at the end of Heroes Rising was not OFA being transferred from Bakugou back over to Deku. it was actually just Deku’s OFA briefly self-activating (possibly in response to his delirious apology to All Might -- kind of a “no worries bro, you’ve still got your quirk actually, so go back to sleep and stop stressing over it” type of thing). and Kacchan’s OFA doing... absolutely nothing. it didn’t actually transfer back into Deku. it didn’t actually go anywhere.

let me repeat that: it didn’t actually go anywhere.

in other words, Kacchan still has OFA. and has had it ever since Heroes Rising. he just didn’t realize it. and neither did anybody else.

9. Kacchan’s OFA went dormant once Nine was defeated.

okay, so. remember all of this exposition from chapter 304?

basically, if someone who already has a quirk receives OFA, using it will slowly destroy their body until it kills them. the Vestiges learned this from All Might while he was researching the past generations of OFA in chapter 241, incidentally. Heroes Rising takes place right around this same time (immediately following MVA if I recall). so by the time the film’s climax rolled around, the Vestiges would have known that giving OFA to Kacchan could have devastating consequences down the line if they did not take action immediately after the fight.

so they did.

once Nine was defeated, the Vestiges shut the whole thing down. the crisis was averted, and they no longer had need of a second OFA. they have this boy who is way too similar to Deku in terms of his willingness to put himself in harm’s way in order to achieve his goals. and they absolutely do not want any harm befalling this boy. more on that momentarily.

so they go dark. and they even seal his memory so that he’s no longer aware of even having the quirk. they are essentially in sleep mode. and if circumstances hadn’t eventually become desperate enough to force their hand, they might have remained inactive for the rest of Katsuki’s life.

now, you might be wondering to yourself, “why is OFA willing to go to such unusual lengths in order to protect Katsuki?” and well, the answer to that is pretty simple.

10. Kacchan does not have the same version of OFA as Deku.

Deku is ninth gen. Katsuki, however, is tenth gen. which means that his version of OFA has one additional Vestige. a Vestige whose presence immediately explains why OFA is so goddamn determined to protect him at all costs.

:’)

long story short, while Deku’s version of OFA has proven itself all too willing to enable him in his increasingly suicidal mission, Katsuki’s version of OFA is very much a different story, on account of it being under the management of what I’m guessing is the most willful Vestige ever to exist. and said management being just the slightest bit unhinged when it comes to Katsuki’s safety in particular. seriously, you can’t tell me this is not exactly how a Deku!Vestige would behave. “oh hell no. no OFA for you!! and no memories either, because you can’t be trusted, goddammit. we never should have done this. what the hell were we thinking. if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

so yeah. dormant.

right up until they literally couldn’t afford to be anymore.

11. OFA can self-activate in moments of crisis to protect its user.

Sports Festival. chapter 33. Deku vs. Shinsou.

aw yeah. it’s all coming together.

12. OFA reactivated itself in order to save Katsuki’s life.

I would now like to briefly draw your attention to this scene from chapter 405, in which Edgeshot explains how Katsuki was finally saved. please note my man is very clear that he did not restart Katsuki’s heart himself. he was basically just performing quirk CPR up until Katsuki’s own quirk returned him to life apropros of nothing.

“what brought you back... was the power you’ve honed.”

except... that should have been impossible. because Katsuki was dead. meaning he should not have been able to activate his quirk on his own, on account of the whole “being dead” thing.

however, if he by chance had a quirk with just enough of a mind of its own to activate in critical situations in order to help its user. situations like being forced under mind control. or, perhaps, being stabbed through the heart. well then. that would certainly go a long way towards explaining all of this.

and oh hey, when exactly was it that we saw this guy, again?

oh? it happened at the exact moment when his heart was stabbed through? you don’t say. well that certainly is interesting.

in summary:

Deku cloned his quirk in Heroes Rising and gave Kacchan a copy of OFA. owing to the hyperprotective Deku!Vestige inside Kacchan’s copy of OFA, it shut itself down once Nine was defeated, and all of Katsuki’s memories of having OFA were deliberately wiped, or sealed away. OFA itself remained inactive until TomurAFO stabbed Katsuki through the heart, at which point OFA was forced to reactivate itself to save his life. which it did, by forcibly restarting his heart.

that’s it. no idea how close to the money any of this is, but I think it would explain most of the lingering mysteries and questions about what exactly is going on with Katsuki. and I’ll throw in one last observation as well -- Katsuki has a nine in his name (BaKUgou), but not a ten. which I know sort of contradicts what I was saying earlier about him being the tenth gen, lol. but he both is and isn’t. if Deku split his quirk, Kacchan would in theory receive everything that’s currently in Deku’s quirk right now, and that includes Deku��s own power that he’s been adding to the mix. so he’d still have the Deku!Vestige. but he’s also still ninth gen, because he and Deku are sharing that distinction now. or at least I think the argument could be made at any rate.

so yeah. I’ve been obsessing over all of this for the past few days lol. what do you guys think?

#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bakugou meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #it's also possible that I put way too much thought into this and in actuality katsuki is just using the OFA embers #or something else along those lines #we'll see lol #but in the meantime it's fun to speculate

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You can’t ask him.

Can’t ask him how- or, why he does it.

No that question was forbidden.

How he could say the rudest thing everyone and their mothers have ever heard before he says something on the verge of you being a god.

Or maybe you were his goddess.

That perfect person destined for him- just for him.

You couldn’t ask why he puts you up there. On this pedestal. You hear your friends whine about how your the exception. How your somehow saved from his cruel ways.

So as you look at him, mess around and ‘bully’ your shared friends, as he turns to you and the gruff in his voice is gone. The asshole in his voice is gone. How his eyes soften tenfolds and his muscles automatically seem to relax from their tense state.

He’s talking to you- asking you something… but you can’t hear him. His face just looks so soft. So kind. Where was this- what- thirty seconds ago?

Maybe you just didn’t see it from his point of view. Maybe you just didn’t understand his cased-in thoughts. Maybe you didn’t understand what is was like to be but a mer mortal man standing in front of Aphrodite herself.

What was he to do against you? He were defenseless. But that’s fine. He didn’t need to be an ass to you when you gave him that sweet smile- that smile you got when he gave you that special attention.

So you wouldn’t ask him. Not when it was a possibility for all this to change.

“Hey-hey!”

Fingers snap in front of your face.

“Are you okay?”

How he only asks you that.

Your lips turn up at you stare back at him. His fingers dropping to rest in your lap. Such a comforting thing which he does unknowingly. Your fingers quickly tangle with his- and he lets you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. What were you saying?”

You can’t ask him why he changes, not when he only changes for you.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shota, Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi Todoroki Touya, Iwaizumi Haijime, TSUKISHIME KEI, Shirabu Kenjiro, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Kozume Kenma, Suna Rintarou, MIYA ATSUMU

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ARTILLERY.

✰ starring: ftm!shigaraki tomura x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: you and tomura have been dancing around this for far too long. ✰ content: ftm!shigaraki, himiko birthday shenanigans in a club, background togachako, tomura in a silk blouse <;3 ✰ warnings: semi-public sex, cunnilingus, light degradation, tomura calls his clit his cock ✰ word count: 3.5k

this isn’t your usual jam.

really, it’s not.

the bass floods your senses and it feels like your brain is going to melt out of your ears, but himiko has her fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist as you both slither through the throngs of sweaty arms, gyrating hips, and the stench of beer and liquor. you wouldn’t have come if himiko held a gun to your head.

but it’s her last birthday in town before she moved for college, and the first time the two of you would be apart since you had met. going from childhood neighbours to sharing an apartment together, there was nothing himiko was apart of or knew that you didn’t. so here you are, squeezed into a dress she’d flung at you, dragging you to see her friends. “they’re right around here,” she yells over the music, the loud chattering. “oh— look! look, over there!”

you’d met himiko’s friends before. you aren’t sure where she met them; a white haired boy with ink spiralling down to his fingertips, a chubby cheeked girl swaying gently to the music with another green haired boy, and a blonde talking loudly over the table to the only person whose name you knew.

“and so she said, jin, you need to see a therapist,” and his head throws back, howling with laughter. “like baby, i’ve been through more shrinks than i have— himiko!”

himiko waves enthusiastically, tugging you further into the booth. she takes one side, next to jin, and you slide in from the other, warm fabric squelching uncomfortably against the bare skin of your thighs. you have to hold in a wince as you settle into the worn leather, flashing a quick smile to tomura, who blushes a pale scarlet. “hey,” you whisper, and his lips press tights into a small smile, his skin glowing under the neon lights.

the chorus of welcomes and hellos flood your surroundings, almost cacophonous around you. you smile warmly to them, watching as every piles gifts in front of himiko with soft wishes of happy birthday! she grins madly, kissing all of them on the cheek, and then sliding into the chubby-cheeked girl’s lap and pressing a long, deep kiss on her lips.

ochako. you should have guessed, from the amount of times himiko’s rattled off about her. small girl, a little on the chubby side, with hair that bounced as she walked. she’s every bit as beautiful as himiko made her out to be. the chatter continues, submerging you but not quite reaching you, but you don’t mind it.

“hey,” you hear next to you, and you turn to face tomura. he’s two drinks in with a pretty flush on his cheeks, his white hair unruly about his face. you reach out, tuck a strand behind his ear, and he stutters. “d-didn’t think i’d see you here.”

“didn’t think i’d come, to be honest.” you smile gently, your hand settling back on your lap. “but, it is her last birthday at home.”

tomura nods slowly. it’s hard to hear each other over the thumping bass, the loud conversations over sloshed drinks on the table, but you manage. “how about you?” he asks. “are you going out of the city?”

“i haven’t decided,” you balance your elbows on the sticky tabletop, hanging your head in your hands. “there’s a lot— to consider.”

he hums, just loud enough for you to hear. you and tomura had met years ago, when he had come over to himiko’s to grab something he needed to borrow. except himiko wasn’t home, and had forgotten to let you know, which led to an hour long search through the apartment for a textbook you didn’t even know the colour of. you had ended up on the floor of your living room, mocking lines from the english language textbook that he was meant to pick up. he had always been so lovely, so shy, abashedly private. you couldn’t even more than his name out of him for months until he slid down the wall of your bedroom, half drunk after an evening of shots with himiko, and told you (speech half slurred and eyes droopy) that he thought you were the prettiest of himiko’s friends, and i would really love to kiss you one day.

of course, he didn’t remember that. but you did. always regarded tomura with a soft gaze and a gentle hand on the small of his back. he’d always look back at you with a shy smile, but think nothing more of it. tomura was always soft; soft touches, soft skin, soft smiles. tomura is a game, circling around the same bush, waiting to strike.

like a couple of weeks ago during the monthly smoke session, when you opted to stay sober because of your test the next day. tomura had his head laid on your lap, and you absentmindedly played with the white, wispy strands of his hair, listening halfheartedly to the conversation. his hand came up to cradle your cheek with a tenderness you could only ever attribute to him. crimson eyes red-rimmed and sleepy, trained only on you.

like right now, with your fingers on his knee and his shoulder pressed up against yours. there isn’t any need for that, you know; there’s plenty of space between him and the tattooed guy, but you don’t mind it. don’t mind the soft heat that emanates from him like a flickering ember, just small enough that you’d have to cover it with your hands to protect it. protect him.

tomura’s a… fragile person. you’re convinced you’ve never seen him speak up more than four times in a conversation, and when you’d prompt him to, he’d shake his head and lean against you. sometimes you wonder if it would be better off if the two of you stayed back, went to a quieter, more peaceful place. your hands splay out along his thigh, your thumb caressing his jean clad skin. “everything okay?”

“yeah. all good.” he sighs.

you smile, picking up the beer that’s set in front of you, and try your hardest not to wince as you sip at it. tomura shifts, a shaky breath exhaled from his lips as you drum your fingers against his thigh. conversations shift to the two of you, ochako making a comment that tomura’s much closer to you than he is to touya. and you just laugh, and tell them, “whatever makes the princess comfortable, i’m fine with.”

and that gets a small rise out of the table. tomura blushes, pink creeping up his cheeks, and he lets out a small squeak in protest. “d-don’t call me that.”

“what? princess?” your hand tightens around the small of his thigh, and something in you clicks. no one is watching anymore, the conversation swerving to something about deku’s work week, or some shit like that. “what else should i call you then?”

and he just glares at you, and you begin to think maybe he really is a princess. your fingers start to drift further and further up his thigh, a small smile playing on your lips. you lean into his ear, and whisper, “tell me when to stop, princess.”

he burns. tomura burns and he melts, a small sigh dripping from his parted lips. “s—” he starts, but can’t finish. vermillion flashes at you, and suddenly he’s up, your hand carelessly thrown from its position right up close to his crotch. “bathroom,” he mumbles, and you’re not sure if he’s excusing himself from the group, or if he’s commanding you to follow.

the table conversation tapers off as they watch tomura stomp away, in the direction of the bathroom, his silky translucent shirt glowing as he walks under the strobe lights. you hide your smile, touya leaning into your side. “is he okay?”

and you think of the perfect excuse to leave.

“i’m not sure,” you feign the worry on your face, creasing your brow. “i should go check on him, shouldn’t i?”

touya nods, a slight stitch of genuine concern on his face. you get up, sliding out of the booth with a barely coherent, i’m gonna check on tomu. before walking in the direction of the washrooms.

the dance floor is a completely different environment; stuffy, humid, up to your ears in moving bodies and pop music. it’s sweaty, damp, and the arms that touch you make you recoil, but you push through them to get to the bathrooms. you can barely make out tomura’s hair as he pushes the door open to the unisex bathroom, a callous glance thrown over his shoulder.

his gaze meets yours, and you know you read it right.

your mind’s blank, all but empty save for the thickening haze of curiosity, of desire. you weave yourself through the throngs of people who separate you from serenity, and finally make it out on the other side.

knock, knock. “tomura.”

the door opens swiftly, and slender fingers grab you and pull you inside. you chuckle, the front of your dress threatening to let your skin spill out, tomura’s fingers still twisted in the shimmery fabric.

“what’s gotten into— mmph!”

tomura’s lips are swollen, bitten red no doubt by his nervous habit. they’re a little chapped, but still soft against your own, trading sweet spit as he rucks a hand in the fabric of your dress. your eyes flutter shut, and you lick into his mouth. there’s a fire that burns in his throat, one that licks at you every time you get near. he’s melting into you, pushing you so harshly against the door it thumps closed behind you, and in your closed-eye blunder, you reach for the lock and twist it shut.

“you fucking— tease,” he spits at you, and you thank god for the heels himiko shoved you in, because the view of tomura looking up at you, vermillion alight with thundering need, it makes you throb. he looks so small, so fragile, you just want to pick him up, press him against the wall, but you settle for snaking your hand around his side, planting your open palm against the small of his back. “that was humiliating.”

“i think you quite liked it,” you murmur against his neck, tucking the strands of his hair away. “didn’t you, baby?”

the way he reacts makes your heart gleeful. the small hitch in his strong chest, his lips parting, tongue forming words but no sound leaving them. he just whimpers, and you tilt his chin up to put him out of his misery. you kiss him slowly this time, savouring the squeak of surprise that rips through his throat. “tell me you like it.”

tomura looks at you, pupils blown, tip of his nose flushed pink. not even a stitch of hesitance on his tongue before he licks his lips. “i like it.”

that’s all the assurance you need. your lips are on his again, pushing him this time further into the washroom stall. you’re thankful that there’s enough space for you to push him up against the sink, your hands shielding his bony hips from bumping against the worn ceramic edges. the curves, dips and juts of his body fit under the heavy, firm grip of your palms, and you wonder why you’ve never had the opportunity to hold him like this.

he whines when his back hits the sink, and you pull away for just a second. “gonna be good for me now?” you whisper against the shell of his ear, licking the warm, flushed skin. you can feel his stuttered breath on your shoulder, a small whimper dripping from his lips. that makes you stop for a second, looking at him quizzically. “what was that, baby? make that sound again.”

“shut u— uhh,” he swats at your chest, but his protests die in his throat, faltering when you nudge his chin upwards to bare his neck to you, your lips wrapping and sucking the pale skin of his throat. tomura whimpers as you leave mark after mark down the hollow of his throat, trailing from his bobbing adam’s apple to the open of his billowy shirt. you fist the translucent chiffon in your hands, the urge to rip and to devour a growing pain in your chest.

your breath is warm against his skin. “so pretty,” you murmur. “fuck, you’re really so pretty, tomu.” the floor is grimy and you don’t want to know who’s been here, in this exact position as you right now, but you send all thoughts out of your head as you drop to your knees, fingers fumbling with the button of his trousers. he helps you, nimble fingers joining yours in the crusade to shuck these emerald silk trousers down his legs.

the button finally pops off, and you hurry to unzip his pants, pulling them down his legs. “holy— fuck, tomura,” you almost whimper, faced with the pretty image of a pair of white panties on his delicate hip bones, the cutest little pink bow sitting atop the elastic band. you can’t help yourself; you press a kiss to his navel, right above the band, nibbling at his skin softly. pink and purple and blue bloom under your touch, and tomura’s hands find solace in your hair.

“don’t tease,” he spits at you, and when you look up, you smile. a little brat, he’s always been. has such a hard time submitting, but something in you makes you want to break him, take him apart, piece by piece and put him back together again.. “you wanna suck my cock, right? go ahead.”

your fingers dig into his hips, hooking the elastic band of his panties, slowly tugging the fabric down. he’s watching you intently, like he’s waiting for something. he shifts his hips to ease you pulling his panties over the swell of his ass, and finally, finally.

“fuck,” you murmur, looking at the pretty mess of white hair, and tomura’s sweet, wet pussy. he smells of sweat, perfume, and tomura, and you press you nose against the juncture where his thigh meets his hip. “fuck, yes.” your lips suck a spit right there and he moans, his hand in your hair tightening just a little, just to the point where it makes you wince. but he guides your mouth to his mons, a withered look on his face, and you think maybe, maybe it’ll be okay to give in.

“tomura,” you begin, your fingers splayed out on his thighs. you hum, a thought busy in your head, and stand up. your hands move to shift him onto the washroom counter, his ass sitting pretty on the cold linoleum. you can hear the songs, the chattering people, the angry mutters of those who have been waiting in line, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. not with the prettiest boy in front of you, his cunt glossy and begging for you. “is that better, princess?”

“fucking eat me out already,” his words spell out a curse, grating and abrasive, but his pitch inflects up into a whine. a real princess. “suck my cock.” two fingers frame his swollen, needy clit, parting his messy, wet labia for you to look. he’s dripping, slick pooling at his hole, and you feel kind enough to let your fingers reach out, scoop a little onto the pads of your fingers, and rub it slowly onto his cock.

tomura writhes, head knocking back against the dirty mirror. “you’re so fucking needy,” you spit, rubbing a little faster, tight little circles into his engorged clit. “‘s so wet.” he’s breaking, you know he is, with the way moans are escaping out his mouth. “fuck, shut up. you want everyone to hear you, is that it?”

“please,” he whimpers, thighs quivering, trying to knock together. your free hand shoves his legs apart, with a low, keep them there for me. “please, more.”

“gotta tell me what you want, baby.” these pet names are slipping off your tongue without care or concern. it feels so natural, like he was meant to be called your baby. “can’t give it to you tell i know what you want.”

tomura lets out a small squeak when you press his clit a little harder, a noise that gurgles at the back of his throat. his hands tighten on your shoulders, hips gyrating to meet your fingers. “suck it,” he begs. “p-please, fuck, wanna feel your mouth.”

“where?” you inch closer to his pussy. the smell of it, the way it glistens under the dim fluorescent lights, it makes you crazy. insane for him. you lick a stripe up from his hole to his cock, keeping your eyes on him the whole time. “here?”

your hands grip his thighs, fingertips digging into his soft flesh as you circle his cock with your tongue, a trembling sigh leaving your lips as your eyes flutter close. of course he tastes fucking perfect. of course his whimpers and his whines sound like heaven. you decide you want him in your bed tonight, every night, making these sounds under you.

“right there,” he shakes, breathy moans reaching your ears. you’re blocking out everything else; in this moment it’s just you and tomura in a dirty club bathroom, his cock in your mouth and his hands in your hair. “right— fuck! there!”

you hum, and allow your lips to wrap completely around his cock, sucking on it, flicking your tongue along the swollen nub. your hands on his thighs are the only thing keep you grounded right now, mind hazy and stupid with pleasure. you can feel yourself getting wet in your own panties, but your priority now is him. only him, forever him.

fingers trace along his thighs, aiding you in your need to make him cum. “i’m gonna put my fingers in, okay?” you murmur loud enough for him to hear you, and he pants, nodding vigorously. you smile. “such a simple slut. only good for cumming.”

“shut up,” he forces your head back between his thighs, teeth gnashing and tongue curling against his folds. “and make me cum.”

you scoff, but comply. your fingers find his hole, dripping in slick and begging to be fucked, and slip easily into his tight heat. he stutters out a gasp, moaning wantonly and you’re sure the poor patrons outside can hear everything going on in this ridiculously thin-walled bathroom.

curling up against his gspot, you watch for signs of pleasure on his face, taking note when his brows lace together in a desperate exclamation, his lips parting with surrender on his tongue. he’s begging endlessly, little, please please please’s and ‘m gonna, gonna cum! slurrying with his spit. you could kiss him right now, you want to kiss him right now, and lick up the drool that’s pooling in the corner of his mouth.

but first, you need him to cum. you need to see tomura fall apart, chest heaving with soft sobs, wrecked and blushing. you pump your fingers faster, your tongue on his cock. cum, baby. cum.

and it’s almost like he can hear you, almost like you willed it into reality. tomura’s hands scramble for your hand on his thigh, a plea for mercy in the form of intimacy. you hum against his cock, lacing your fingers with him, and blink up at him as if to say,

let go for me, baby.

when tomura cums, he cums hard. he cums with the pulsing clench of his cunt on your fingers, a gush in your mouth, and a breathless moan you swear you’re gonna spend all night pushing out of him again. you fuck him through his orgasm and decide he’s the most beautiful person you’d ever seen in your life.

your fingers smooth over his knuckles mercifully, murmuring praise as he cums down. “you did so good, princess,” you kiss his thighs, pepper his bruises with affection. “did so well for me. you there? you here with me?”

his head thumps against the hollow mirror, and his eyes flutter closed. “c-can you,” he starts. “kiss me?”

you stand, wobbly in your knees but you lean over him. you’re so hyper aware of how drenched you are in his cum, his slick, painting your mouth, chin, nose, neck— but you can’t find it in yourself to care. his lips meet yours in the middle, so desperate to taste himself on your lips that you giggle against him. tomura moans at the taste, licking into your mouth, pushing further into you. it’s like he’s melting, melding all at once; like he wants to be a part of you.

there’s the sound of angry muttering getting louder outside the door, the telltale sign that you’ve overstayed your welcome. “we have to go,” you whisper against his lips, helping him off the counter and pulling his panties and trousers back up. there’s a silence as both your fingers work to make him presentable again. “come home with me.”

tomura’s eyes shimmer, and you can’t tell if it’s tears or the fluorescents. either way, the vermillion bores into your chest and makes a home for itself in the crevices of your heart, and you find yourself wanting to touch him, kiss him, love him for the rest of eternity.

“okay.”

you almost forget about himiko’s birthday on your way out.

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also absolutely ruining tomura whilst he's at his desk playing games god I miss s1-s3 him so baaad 😭 please god. sitting on his lap. can u imagine

Smut. 18+. Biting.

You’re not exactly surprised when you’re kidnapped by the League of Villains. As the sister of a prominent hero, you always knew something like this could happen. It’s a threat understood by everyone closely related to heroes. You are surprised, however, by the fact that none of them have mistreated you.

They tied you up in what looks like a bar, and the members take turns “babysitting” you, as they call it (even though you’re a college student). None of them have been particularly rough with you. They let you go to the bathroom when you ask and give you privacy to do your business. They even let you take a shower after a couple of days. It strikes you as ironic that you’ve been groped by at least two different minor heroes, but not one of these villains has touched you inappropriately. Your friend teasingly said you have an “erotic figure”, but that didn’t make it okay for a random sidekick to keep “accidentally” brushing against your chest with his arm. Threatening to tell your sister about it put a stop to that behavior, but you were annoyed that it happened in the first place.

At most, a few of the villains have occasionally stared at your chest from a distance, but they at least have the decency to look away awkwardly when caught. To be honest, it’s almost cute. You do want to go home though, and you keep asking how long they plan to keep you here. “Until we’re done with you,” the one with piercings and tons of scars tells you. On the first day, the only girl in the group drew a vial of your blood. You’re not sure what her deal is, but they obviously have some sort of nefarious scheme in place. Eh, it’s none of your business.

The only member you haven’t been alone with, who has yet to take a turn “babysitting” you, is their apparent leader. The one they call Shigaraki. He spends most of his time in his room, and when he does come out, he seems irritable. None of the members seem to get along all that well, but they don’t seem to hate each other either. Somehow though, they mostly listen to what he has to say.

Tonight all of the members are out doing who knows what, except for Shigaraki, who is in his room with the door shut, and the one they call Dabi, who has been sitting on the couch watching tv. After an hour, he sighs and looks over at you, then stands up and says, “Come on.”

You get up, with some effort since your hands are tied together in front of you, and follow him into the hall. He stops outside Shigaraki’s door, knocks twice, then opens it before an answer comes. He strides into the room, you following somewhat hesitantly.

The room is a mess, though no more messy than any other single 20-something guy’s room. There’s trash here and there in the floor, mostly the packaging from various snacks, and the bed looks like it’s never been made even once. The room is dark, lit only by a television with the sound turned off and two computer monitors on Shigaraki’s desk, where he’s currently sitting.

His chair swivels around to face you and Dabi as you walk in. Behind him, you can see the pause menu of a game. It looks pretty familiar, but you’re not close enough to make out details. “What is it?” he asks, annoyance clear in his voice.

Dabi takes your arm and pulls you further into the room. It’s not a particularly rough action, but not a gentle one either. “It’s your turn to babysit her tonight,” Dabi says to his leader.

Shigaraki’s eyes flick to you, then back to Dabi. “I thought you had her tonight.”

“Yeah, but I have shit to do. You haven’t taken a turn yet. All you’re doing is playing games.”

Shigaraki waves one had in dismissive gesture as he swivels back to face his game and says, “Whatever. Just put her in the corner.”

Dabi points to a somewhat empty corner of the room and says, “Stay there until someone comes to get you.”

You shrug and walk over to the indicated spot, then you slide down the wall to sit on the floor. Dabi leaves, shutting the door behind him, and you’re left alone with the leader of the League of Villains.

For the first thirty minutes or so, Shigaraki completely ignores you. It’s like you’re not even there. But you can hear the sounds from his game, and you realize it’s one you know very well. In fact, you know it so well that, even without seeing the screen, you can tell exactly what boss he’s been trying to beat this whole time just by sound alone. And by the fact that he keeps repeating the fight, he seems to be struggling.

You stand up and edge closer, trying to get a good view so you can see what the problem is. Once you can see the monitor displaying the game, you watch for a few minutes before saying, “You’re not using fire spells?”

The words slipped out before you really thought them through, and Shigaraki spins around to look at you, as if he’d forgotten he wasn’t alone in the room.

“Huh?”

You take a few steps closer. “You have to use fire spells. You didn’t know?”

His momentary surprise at the sound of your voice clears away for irritation. “This is a fire monster. Why would I use fire spells against him?”

“Right after he uses his Hellfire attack, he slumps down for a few seconds, right? That’s when he’s weak to fire. If you hit him with fire spells then, they do massive damage.”

Shigaraki stares at you for a moment, then quickly spins back around to retry the fight. He follows your advice this time, spamming fire spells while the monster on screen is slumped down. After just a few rounds, the monster dies, and the battle is won. By reflex, you pat his shoulder with your tied-together hands and say, “You did it!”

When he looks back at you, you freeze. You’re so used to congratulating friends when they get through a tough spot in a game that you just casually did it to him. “Ah, sorry. I’m in a gaming group at my college. We play this game a lot.”

To your relief, he doesn’t seem offended by your actions. “Thanks for the tip,” he says dryly before continuing with his game.

You hover nearby, watching him play. This is the most entertainment you’ve had since you got here. The others don’t watch much television in the bar area, and when they do it’s usually just the news. Shigaraki doesn’t seem to mind you watching. Occasionally he glances back to see if you’re still standing there, and that’s when you realize… this is the first night you’ve seen him without a hand on his face. And actually, he’s pretty cute!

The next few nights, you end up dumped off in his room. He doesn’t complain when one of the other members drags you in there, and he even speaks to you every so often in response to comments you make about the game. On the third night, you pull a lumpy pillow off his bed and use it as a cushion to sit on the floor beside him so you can watch him play. He looks at the pillow as you flop it down but he doesn’t say anything about it. Apparently he doesn’t mind.

By the fifth night, the two of you are actually having brief conversations about the game. He even gave you the controller once so you could show him a cool glitch your friends discovered. After handing him back the controller, he tried the glitch himself, and actually grinned when it worked.

He’s so cute! You’ve made up your mind. You’re going to seduce Shigaraki Tomura. Maybe he’ll let you go if you rock his world. Oh, who are you kidding? You’re just looking for an excuse. You want to fuck this guy.

You put your plan in motion the next day. You insist on a shower, and complain that you have no clean clothes to change into. The other members of the League begin discussing whether or not they should buy you something, with Dabi cruelly suggesting they just grab you some sweatpants and a tshirt at a nearby convenience store.

“Couldn’t I just wear something of Toga’s?” you ask.

Toga perks up. “I don’t mind! She’d probably look really cute in a school uniform!”

There are a few awkward glances at you and slightly pink faces as the guys all seem to be imagining you dressed as a schoolgirl.

“Thanks, Toga!” you say brightly.

You wait to take your shower just before evening, when you know you’ll be taken to Shigaraki’s room. You put on the outfit Toga laid out for you, grinning in the mirror at how tight it is across your chest, the buttons threatening to burst open. The skirt is entirely too short, showing way more of your thighs than you normally display. Your hair is damp, just enough to look sexy. Perfect.

When Toga takes you to Shigaraki’s room, she proudly draws attention to your appearance. “Tadaa! Look how cute she is in my clothes!”

Shigaraki turns in his chair, and his eyes go wide. He stares for a moment, unblinking, not speaking. Then he clears his throat and says, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Toga leaves, and you walk over to his desk. You lean over him, looking at the screen. “What part are you at today?”

He glances up at you, his eyes sliding down to your cleavage and then back up to your face. “Uh… I’m in… the ice cave..” he says, clearly very distracted.

“Oh, I love the ice cave! It’s my favorite dungeon! Do you mind if I play for a just a little while?”

Shigaraki reaches you the controller. “Sure.”

You play for a few minutes while standing beside his chair, then you make your move. You squeeze in between him and the desk and plop down on his lap. “It’s hard to see the screen well if I’m standing up,” you say.

Shigaraki tenses beneath you, and you hear him make a sound similar to a small gasp.

“Oh, sorry, does this bother you?” you ask, twisting around to look at his face. You make sure your ass rubs into his crotch when you do it.

“Uh, no. It’s fine,” he says, staring at the screen, obviously trying hard to pay attention to the game.

“Great,” you say, turning back to the game, “because your lap is way more comfy than your pillow.”

You spend the next few minutes fighting your way through the ice cave, wiggling and moving around in his lap as much as you can without being too obvious about what you’re doing. And just when you feel something hard begin to press against your ass, you give him back the controller.

“Here, I think I’d rather watch you play.”

“Huh?” he asks, as if he forgot you were even playing a game. “Oh, okay.” He takes the controller and begins playing, though he keeps making mistakes and has to restart the area twice.

You decide to drop a bombshell. “It was really nice of Toga to loan me some clothes,” you say. “It’s just a shame she didn’t give me any underwear to put on until mine get done in the wash.”

The controller slips from Shigaraki’s hands and clatters to the floor. His onscreen character screams as monsters attack the now defenseless avatar. You twist again to look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

He’s staring at you, his eyes shifting from your face to the general area of your ass. Your skirt is already short, but it’s ridden up a few inches while you’ve been sitting here. It’s dangerously close to showing everything you have.

Suddenly his eyes narrow and he looks at you with suspicion. “What are you trying to do?” he asks in a low voice.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask him, turning fully around so that your legs dangle on either side of his waist. “I’m trying to seduce you.”

His face reddens slightly and he looks away from your face. “Why? You think I’ll let you go if you do this?”

“Not really. I just think you’re cute and I wanna fuck you.”

His eyes dart back to your face. He looks at you for a moment, perhaps judging your sincerity. Then he grins and says, “So fuck me then.”

You grin back, unbuttoning the too-tight shirt and letting your breasts pop freely from the fabric. Shigaraki’s hands are on them before he even has time to enjoy the view. He’s being careful with his fingers, and you figure it has something to do with his quirk. After a few moments, he leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, his chapped lips scratching across the sensitive skin. You lift one hand and bury it in his hair as his tongue traces circles around the bud of flesh.

Your other hand is working at his pants, trying to get them open. He uses one hand to reach down and help you, finally freeing his fully hard cock. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t have any underwear on, and you slide forward to rub your bare pussy against his erection, His breath quickens when he feels how wet you are, and he bites your nipple, just hard enough to make you moan and grip his hair tightly.

He pulls back and looks down, seems irritated that the skirt is blocking his view, and suddenly rips it away. You laugh and say, “You’ll have to apologize to Toga,”

He’s staring at the spot where your bodies are touching, watching you rub your wetness up and down his length. “She’ll get over it,” he mumbles, before pressing one finger into your folds, gathering your dripping arousal, and then putting that finger in his mouth. The action only makes you even wetter, so you raise up just enough to position his cock at your entrance, then drop back down. You’re so slick that he slides all the way in, completely filling you up with his surprising size.

Shigaraki groans, closing his eyes and seeming to just enjoy the feel of you. A sneaking suspicion appears in your mind. Is he a virgin? He definitely has that vibe. Gamer guy who hangs around in his room all day? You feel giddy at the thought that you’re popping his cherry. He’s so unbelievably cute.

But then he surprises you by opening his eyes and pulling your face close to his. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth while one of his hands grips your hair and the other is pressing four fingers into your thigh so hard that they’re sure to leave bruises. For a virgin, he’s sure figured out what makes you moan awfully fast.

In response, you begin moving up and down, fucking him as fast and hard as you can, clenching yourself around him. He’s breathing so hard he has to break the kiss, but his hands are still gripping you like a vice, You watch his face, all the wonderful expressions he’s making, the desire in his red eyes.

He pulls your head back by your hair and kisses your neck, then bites the soft skin there. It feels like his teeth broke the skin, and you moan again, feeling your pleasure intensify. It ripples up from your core, spreading through your body, and you climax just as he kisses your mouth again.

A few minutes later, Shigaraki carefully lifts you off him before he cums, shooting his seed all over your stomach and breasts. You look him in the eyes as you scoop up some of it on your fingers and put them in your mouth, making a show of savoring the taste of him.

You slide off his lap and glance around for something to put on. Toga’s skirt is ruined, and you’re pretty sure some of Shigaraki’s cum got on the borrowed shirt.

Shigaraki is leaned back in his chair, panting. He lifts a hand and points toward his closet. “Just wear something of mine,” he says.

You end up wearing a pair of black pants and a hoodie. The fabric is soft against your naked skin and, to your surprise, smells clean. You walk over and plop down on the pillow you placed on the floor. Shigaraki is already playing his game again, but he pauses it and looks over at you. “I thought you said my lap was more comfortable.”

You grin. “If I keep sitting in your lap, you’ll never get through this level.”

He grins back. “Try me.”

You laugh and stand up, then ease yourself back into his lap as he unpauses the game. You don’t know how much longer you’ll be the League’s “captive”, but you’re starting to think it’s not so bad after all.

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