22🌷Artemisia

thank you honey 🥺 <3 a glass of milk and fruit juice right away! 

this is more like a hybrid universe than pet play but- 

[💗] breeding kink + pet play

many people would say that tomura’s relationship with his pet was strange, but not uncommon. of course, people adopt pet humans for multiple reasons. companionship, disease treatments or just sex. he’d say that his pet’s purpose was solely for business, he knows how much people pay for pet cow’s milk, it’s tastier and healthier but is a privilege that only a few have. 

♰ Word Count: 2k

♰ Pairings: Natsuo x Paraplegic!Reader

♰ Warnings: Noncon, Infantilization, Medical Kink, Fetishization of Disability, References to Suicide, Graphic Imagery

♰ 9 to 5 Collab

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A/N: Written for da 9 to 5 collab! Love me some dirty scummy Dabi, yes sir. I know close to nothin’ about cars, my knowledge is very limited, I apologize. Vroom Vroom. 

Warnings: TW.Dubcon, TW.Noncon, TW.Analplay, TW.Cuckolding. 

Pairing: mechanic!Dabi x f!Reader 

Words: 4k

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Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT/18+ only, unbalanced/unhealthy relationships, student/teacher sex, dubcon, sub/dom dynamics, brat taming, fingering, masterbation, a table is pretty roughed up in this, so pls hold a brief moment of silence for it    

Words: 12,857

“So, you just want me to read from the book?”

“Yes.”

“And…answer questions?”

“That’s what I said,” Shigaraki smirks, already reaching toward his bookshelf, tugging the heavy Intro to Biology text out and shifting it into his large hands.

You bite at your lip again and pass your gaze from his amused expression to the bland cover of the textbook, debating your next move, trying to walk yourself through all the ups and downs. It’s too simple. It’s too easy. It’s not like him. He’s got something else in mind, why else would he fucking look like that? It’s not a bad look. No, it’s a look that makes your stomach flip and head spin.

“Stop being so suspicious,” Shigaraki scolds, drawing your wandering attention back to him. “I don’t bite, that is, unless you want me to.”

Notes: the title was selected because it’s got the word cum in it. ahhh, the things that crack me up. anyhow. 

this is part of the BNHA Degeneracy server’s 9 to 5 collaboration! i had a ton of fun participating in this and thank you guys for making this so freaking awesome! special shoutout & thanks to @albinoburrito​ & @kugutsuu​ for their beta edits! this was a departure from what i usually write about and i appreciate all of your notes and help!    

Practicum prac·ti·cum /ˈpraktəkəm/ noun a practical section of a course of study

It’s your senior year, they said. Live a little, they advised. Stop and take a breather, you’re almost home free! Take some easier classes. Focus on what’s in front of you, it’ll be over before you know it! On and on and on. 

Spring semester is almost here. You’ve applied for graduation, the cap and gown have been ordered, and you have a shiny class ring sitting on your pinky. It’s in the bag. Just breeze through four more classes and you’re out. Well, it would be an easy shot, if you hadn’t put off this one class. 

It always popped up, so it’s not like you could plead ignorance. Your advisor warned you, each quarterly meeting, that you needed to get it out of the way. Take it seriously, he cautioned, clacking out his notes, typing down that you’d failed to heed his sage advice, again. If you wait too long, you’re not going to get the professor that you want.

Whew boy our very first collab! Very special shoutout to @libiraki​ and @kugutsuu​ for bringing us all together and running such a stellar server. This collab will feature your favorite anime men from BNHA in a variety of positions and the talented creators who made this whole thing possible! All *individual* fics are tagged with the appropriate warnings. 

Have a nice shift~

A/N: I suck at fluff so we will see how dis goes. Also, sorry for being kinda’ MIA work has been getting to me asdjfhjkfhsafk. 

Pairings: soft!Dabi x f!Reader 

“Hey Dabi, how was the mission yesterday?”

Silence.

It’s been approximately two months since you joined the league, you had no issues growing comfortable with most of the members. You were practically best-friends with Toga, you laughed and joked around with Twice and Spinner, and even Shigaraki was beginning to offer you one-word responses. Dabi was a different story. When you first introduced yourself, he had just glanced in your direction with a huff, that was the most he’s ever given you. Now, he wouldn’t even look in your direction, when you tried to initiate conversation, he’d just pull out one of his cigarettes and stroll off. But you were determined, you wanted to unravel the mystery that was Dabi, notorious pyromaniac. Everyone had a story, Spinner had his motives, Shigaraki had his aspirations, but Dabi wasn’t too keen on sharing his purpose. Compress told you not to fixate on the raven-haired villain, Dabi was always aloof and distant, it wasn’t you. You couldn’t help but take it personally, you’ve seen him interact with the others, sure, it wasn’t much but it was a whole lot more than what he was giving you.

Shigaraki was wasting his time pairing you two together, Dabi would almost always find a loophole, he either backed out of the mission entirely or he found someone else to partner up with.

“He’s not going to say yes Shigaraki,” you sigh, “you already know—”

“I don’t care, figure it out, stop acting like children.”

When you march out of his office, as expected, Dabi is lounging around the bar, a shot glass in one hand and a cigarette in his other. You inhale sharply before you speak up, “Dabi, Shigaraki said that you and I—”

He downs the glass before he props himself up from the stool, he doesn’t even offer you a subtle glance when he turns around. You can feel your ears start to burn, your chest was beginning to swell in anger. Usually he’d just let you finish, then he’d take his exit, but it seems like he’s hit a whole new low. You were reaching your limit.

“I’m not done, I’m not done speaking.”

Like he cared, he’s already in front of the double doors. You holler when you watch him reach for the wooden handle, “Hey, I get it okay! I get that you hate me, but can you at least listen to me!?”

He quirks his head in your direction as you continue your heated protest, “I don’t know what I’ve done to you, I’ve been nothing but nice! I’m trying so hard to work with you, but you’re making it impossible for me!” Your hands ball by your sides. “You’re impossible!”

He’s turned to you fully now, and for the first time you hear a rugged laugh erupt from his throat. He has a wide grin stretched across his face, but his sapphire orbs scream fury. You’re about to speak up again, but he cuts you off with a scoff, “You’re nice to me?”

The wooden planks creak underneath his boots when he stomps his way back to the bar, he’s facing you now, a mere four inches away from your face. He sneers, “You’re a liar. I don’t need your fucking pity alright? Just cut the bullshit.”

“Pity…?”

He shrugs off his stitched matte coat in one frantic tug, his cigarette now discarded on the floor. “Oh, you must feel so sorry for me, gotta’ be extra nice to the gross dude, right?” I know, okay? I know what you’re thinking, I get it, I’m a fucking monster! I know you think I’m disgusting so stop pretending!”

Your brows furrow when you trace over the scar pattern on his left arm, a hushed gasp leaves your lips as you watch the silver rings tug against his flesh with every flex of his bicep. “Dabi, wait a second, that’s not true—”

His voice cracks, “I saw you, the first time you came in here, when Compress brought you in, you couldn’t even look at me! You couldn’t look at my fucking face!” He chokes out a sob, “You’re not being nice to me, you feel sorry for me!”

Crimson lines begin to trickle down his cheeks, you raise your hand and stutter, “Dabi—wait—wait—you’re bleeding.”

“Don’t touch me!” He clenches his eyes. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

As if it couldn’t get any worse, two seconds later, his entire right arm is littered in blue sparks. He curses when a giant flame erupts on his left shoulder, “Fuck, fuck.”

You take a few steps back, your lips tremble as you watch the horrific scene unfold before you. Your heart begins to pang when his face contorts, he’s in pain. He’s trying to swat the flames away with one hand, and desperately trying to wipe the blood smeared onto his cheek with the other. Dabi was not the asshole you coined him to be, he was just broken.

He yells when you stalk closer to him, “You’ll burn! Are you crazy, get the fuck away from me!”

“Dabi”—you take his bloodied palm into yours—”I never pitied you.”

“Don’t touch—”

You shouldn’t, but you do. You press your lips against his softly, he doesn’t return the kiss nor pull away, but you can feel his hand tense around yours. The flames grow stronger, but die down instantly when your eyes flutter open, he still has his closed. You mumble against his lips, “I was being nice to you because I liked you.”

“Liar,” he breathes out, “you’re a liar.”

You ignore his accusation. “Do you really hate me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

It’s quiet for a few seconds, you’re surprised when you feel slender fingers intertwine with yours. “No.”

You don’t give him any time to react, you’ve already pulled him into a chaste kiss, your arms wrap around his neck this time. He’s taken aback by the gesture, he loses his balance and topples back onto the jaded couch. You don’t mind the new position, you’re straddling his lap now, angling your face to explore his mouth further, your tongue pokes out through your lips and brushes against his. He whispers into your mouth, “I’m sorry for the smell.”

“Smell?”

“I smell.”

“I like it,” you hum in response as you cup his jaw. You begin to whirl your wet muscle around his, he’s quite sensitive, he’s a squirming mess beneath you. When you begin to suck on the tip of his tongue, his hands jolt up to grip your hips. His constant shifting is a desperate attempt to hide the tent growing in his pants, you notice his concern and giggle, “It’s okay, you don’t have to hide it.” Your movements encourage his hardening cock, grinding your hips into his lap until he’s pulled away from the kiss, his head lolled back into the wall, eyes half-lidded. “Feels fucking good, fuck.”

When you reach for the hem of his shirt, your wrists are instantly seized. You’re puzzled at the panic in his voice when he refuses, “I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“It’s bad.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

“It’s worse than what’s going on over here.” He circles his hand around his face. “Much worse.”

“I want to see.” You pry his fingers off gently, the white fabric is pulled up to his chin, your eyes quickly fall onto the large scar etched across his chest. It’s upsetting, of course it is, it wasn’t about his appearance, but the pain he had to endure each day. You squint your eyes at the rings pricked into his skin, the holes are inflamed and red, the metal was beginning to eat away at his flesh. You muster up a small smile before you speak up again, “You’re beautiful, but I have to ask—do they hurt?” When he shakes his head, you take the tips of your fingers and trace across the seam of the graft.

“I told you, it’s bad, it’s ugly.”

“I told you, you’re beautiful.” You tuck your face into the crook of his neck, you start from the corner of his jaw, peppering him in soft butterfly kisses.

“It’s disgusting,” he hisses, “don’t kiss me there, you don’t want to.”

His suggestions are neglected, you work lower, brushing your lips across the charred skin on his chest. Eventually, you slip off his lap, situating yourself in between his legs. You tap on the purple patch. “You’re perfect here”—your hand drops down to his navel—”just like you’re perfect here.”

He peers down at you with glossy eyes, he parts his lips to speak once, twice, but he’s unable to let the words slip out. There’s blood seeping down his cheeks once again. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“No,” he swallows harshly, “I’ve just never had someone touch me…in a while.”

“Who’s been giving you these grafts then?”

He doesn’t respond, your knitted brows relax, your mouth gapes at the realization. “Oh Dabi,” you gasp, “why didn’t you ask for help, you can’t do these yourself.”

“I didn’t ask for help because I’m certain no one would want to touch me.”

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Dabi chuckles at your amused expression, “What, you thought it was gonna’ be burnt?”

“No, and even if it was, I’d love it the same.” You lick a stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the head. Dabi bucks his hips involuntarily, you can’t help but giggle at his sensitivity, you repeat the movement just to tease.

“Can I?” He hovers his hand over the top of your head, you respond by bringing yourself up to his palm, his fingers tangle into your locks naturally when you raise yourself. You cover him in kisses before you take him into your throat, his tip nudges at your tonsils when you wrap your lips around his base. Just like that, you bob your head to a steady rhythm, making sure your hand is fisting the length you’re unable to reach.

Dabi can no longer control his frantic thrusting, your slick muscles felt heavenly around his torrid cock. It’s embarrassing, he’s so vocal, moaning and growling at the slightest brush of your tongue, but he’s given up trying to suppress his sounds, you won. A small whimper escapes when you pull away, his protest halts when he glances down to find you nuzzled up against his cock. You bat your lashes at him with an innocent smile stretched across your face. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” he pants out, “yeah, felt really good.”

“Yeah?” You run your hands up his leathered thighs. “Wanna’ feel somethin’ better?”

“Better?”

You lift yourself off the floor, one leg is hiked over his lap, then the other, you’re hovering over him again with your skirt bunched up around your waist. Your fingers reach down to tug your panties to the side, Dabi is quick to explore, his hand already on your bare slit. “You feel that?” You ask. 

“Yeah.” He presses the pad of his middle finger against your clit, he massages the sensitive pearl curiously, a small smile curling onto his lips when you mewl. Dabi was a virgin, he was never interested in women or getting his dick wet in general. He only lived for vengeance, he couldn’t care less about any other emotion, but you were proving him wrong. The raven-haired villain isn’t thinking about anything else right now, his mind is clouded with your scent, your touch, and well—you.

He doesn’t notice that you’ve taken his cock into your hand, you’re already sinking yourself onto his lap. Dabi’s hands drop to his sides, fingernails digging into the couch. “Oh, fuck, wait!”

“Can you feel how wet I am?” You descend until your rear falls flush against his groin. “I’m wet for you.” Dabi’s words jumble in his throat, he’s unable to form coherent sentences when you begin to bounce. Sure, your throat felt great, but your pussy was a different story. You were constricting his girth, all he could feel was your tight gooey walls pulsing around his length. He’d attempt to recover when you raised your hips, only to whimper when you slammed yourself back down.

“Let me take care of you,” you coo, “that’s all you needed baby, you just needed some love, isn’t that right?”

“Fuck mommy.” His gaze drops down to his crotch, he stares in awe as he watches his cock disappear with every plunge.

“What did you call me?”

“Nothing,” he pants out, “nothing—please keep going—”

You tilt his chin to meet his eyes, you ask him again, “What did you call me?”

“Mommy,” he groans, “please, feels good.”

Your lips mesh together before you accept his request, you’re beginning to recoil from the speed and force of your bounces. You’re left chuckling into his mouth when you catch his hips stutter from below, but unfortunately he’s unable to thrust up into you quite yet. A string of drool stretches from both of your lips when you withdraw from the kiss, your hands are on his chest now, hips working eagerly onto his lap. He’s close, there’s a faint blush playing across the unmarked flesh on his cheeks, he has his tongue lolled out, lids shut.

His skin starts to steam beneath your palms, one second later, his eyes snap open, he’s flipped you onto your back, your legs folded across your chest. Dabi doesn’t know what he’s doing, hell, he hasn’t watched porn in nearly five years. But his instincts have taken over, he’s pounding into you animalistically, both hands around your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, mommy I’m gonna’—”

“Cum for me,” you whimper, “cum for mommy, it’s okay.”

He presses into you for the last time, his tip flush against your cervix. Your back arches at the warmth, he’s completely flooded your womb, you can already feel the strings of white start to seep from your hole from the capacity. “Dabi, feels—”

“Touya.”

“Touya?”

He rests his forehead against yours, a breathy grunt erupts from his throat, “Call me Touya when we’re alone.”

The corner of your lips quirk into a small smile, “Only if you call me mommy.”

A/N: I don’t think I’ve ever wrote a Yandere reader before, but this will be interesting for me! I hope you all like it! 

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Yandere Tendencies, Mild Violence

Pariring: incel!Shigaraki x Yandere f!Reader 

“Is that League?”

Shigaraki turns to his left, he manages to choke out a response, “Yes.” He clears his throat. “Sorry, is it too loud?”

“No,” you chuckle, “I was just curious, you always get here super early and play the same thing. Can you tell me about it?”

“About the game?”

“Yes.” You tap on his screen gently. “You seem like a pro, I want to know more.”

“Oh, well,” he swallows harshly, “I’m not a pro, I am in the school league though, the Esports team. You’ve probably never heard of it, just nerd stuff.” He shuts his screen. Shigaraki realizes he’ll probably get a twenty minute ban for abandoning a match, but he couldn’t care less about some dumb ranked game. He had pressing matters to tend to currently.

“I think that’s pretty cool,” you beam. “Really cool actually, so you are a pro.”

“No, not at all—”

You cut him off with a squeal, “I bet you’re one of the best out there! I wish I could see you play some time. See, I’ve been trying to get into the gaming scene myself.”

“Tomorrow,” he blurts out.

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow at 7:00 PM, we have a game tomorrow, lt’s—It’s in the Rec. building, in front of the library. If you want to stop by, I mean—if you have time, you probably don’t have time. It’s okay if you can’t make it, well—of course it’s okay you aren’t obligated to. It’s a bit hot in here, I—I think I need to step out for a bit, sorry.” Before Shigaraki has the chance to slip out of his seat, you seize his wrist. He tenses instantly at the contact, he attempts to tug his arm back but to no avail.

“I’ll be there.” You bite your lip. “7 PM sharp.”

“Oh.” He melts into his seat. “Oh, that’s—that’s great.”

“Hey Tomura.”  

“Hn?”

You flicker your eyes toward his crotch with a subtle smirk. “You made a bit of a mess there.”

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Shigaraki has been rummaging through his closet for an hour now, everything was either too gross or too lame. You’ve seen him at his worst; matted pale locks, stained hoodie, and blood-shot eyes, he needed to prove to you he could clean up nice. Unfortunately, the only piece of apparel he could find was another black hoodie, and judging from the ominous white stain on the front, you wouldn’t be too keen on a second meeting. Meeting. He didn’t like that terminology, a date was a bit more fitting. You came onto him first after all, he was just minding his business, carrying his team per usual, and you decided that would be a perfect opportunity to court him. He wasn’t complaining. You were hot, and you sure knew how to stroke a man’s ego. Hell, Shigaraki placed diamond for three seasons, but he wouldn’t call himself ‘pro-level’. But you were so persistent, rubbing up on his arm, cooing over his skill, he couldn’t disappoint you now.

His computer science homework is left discarded on the floor, he’s glued to the screen, tapping furiously at his mouse. His roommate passes by his desk with a scowl, “You’ve been on that thing all damn day Tomura, give it a rest jeez.”

Shigaraki offers him a huff, “Leave me alone, gotta’ practice, game tomorrow.”

“Yeah so? Didn’t you have a game last week?” Dabi folds his arms. “You’ve never been this pressed before, is it like the world nerd championships or somethin’?”

“No,” he grunts, “leave me alone.”

“Whatever dude.” His roommate flicks the microphone attached to his headset. “Just don’t bother me, I’m havin’ a chick over in ten, alright?”

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“Shigaraki,” one of the players holler, “your friend is here.”

He nearly falls on his face when he jolts up, you giggle as you try and watch him stumble his way over to where you’re standing. You can’t help but let your eyes wander over his thin frame, he was lanky for sure, but somehow he made it work. He made a bunch of unpleasant features work, perhaps you were too blinded by his personality. Tomura Shigaraki, comp-sci major and total dweeb. You started to notice him when you’d get to class early, he’d be perched in his usual seat, nose nestled right against the screen. You found him odd, but cute. It seemed like he had taken a liking toward you too, judging from the subtle glances he’d give you as you walked by. Shigaraki was a naive, innocent, little thing. It was unfortunate you had to have him, no one else could.

“You’re gonna’ do great.” You flash him a reassuring smile, one he returns nervously with flickering eyes.

“Thank you for coming,” he takes in a sharp breath, “I have to go now, but we can hang out later right? If you want, if you’re not busy. Are you busy? You look pretty busy.”

“I’m not busy Tomura.” You shake your head. “I’d love to hang out.”

“Cool.” He smiles before his brows furrow. “Hey, weird question, but, how did you get my name...?”

“Match is starting.” You place two hands on his shoulders before you usher him forward. “Good luck, I’ll be cheering you on!”

The crowd is small, everyone is huddled around the players. They scowl and cheer when lights flash on the screen, but you couldn’t care less about the stupid match. You have your gaze fixed on him. He has a different expression on his face, one you’ve never seen before, he almost looks—charismatic? A small smile stretches across your face when you watch the subtle pout form on his lips, something must have happened, he must have died. A few minutes later, his eyes glimmer, the corner of his lips pull into a smile, he must have gotten a kill, he must’ve done something good. You have your hands clasped together in anticipation, they fall loosely when he slams his forehead onto the keyboard.

“Next time Tomura,” one of the player’s slap his back with a sigh, “you did great though, never saw you play so good.”

The team on the opposite end is cheering, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out his team lost, and judging from the look on everyone elses face, pretty hard. You rush to his side almost instantly, you throw one hand over his shoulder and crouch down beside him with a coo, “You did so great! I was watching the whole time, I’m super impressed Tomura.”

“Sorry I suck,” he murmurs, “I didn’t even break positive, I only got like ten kills. I promise this isn’t my best.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Ten kills sounds like a lot, you should be proud of yourself.”

“Thanks…”

“Still wanna’ hang out?” You raise a brow, “I know this killer ice-cream joint near campus, we could go there and hang out for a bit, sound good?”

Shigaraki snaps his head up, he narrows his eyes on your before he speaks up, “Is this some kind of prank?”

“Prank?” “Yeah, do you actually want to hang out with me or am I being punk’d?”

“I guess we’ll find out.” You place a soft kiss on his cheek, his reaction is instant. He flushes a beet red, his nimble fingers work quickly to cover his face with his locks, he’ll have to be quicker than that. You brush the stray hairs aside and press your forehead against his. “I’m super proud of you, and I really want to be friends.”

“Me too…” he breathes out, “I want to be—I want to be your friend too.”

“Cool, why don’t you go wait for me out front, I’m going to go to the restroom real quick.”

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“What the fuck,”  one of the blond players from the opposing team scoffs, “can you not read? This is the boy’s restroom, get the fuck out.”

Before he has the chance to utter another word, your foot goes flying into his crotch, he falls to his knees with a whimper. You press your heel against his chest, laying him flat on the tile floor. “You’re the ADC? You were playing against the kid with the blue hair right?”

“Get the fuck off me, what the fuck is your deal? You just—dude!”

You smirk at the sound of the crunch underneath your other shoe, guess the rumors were true, gamer boy’s had such fragile wrists. It’s ridiculous honestly, this good-for-nothing jerk would’ve never won if Shigaraki wasn’t going so easy on him, he was such an angel, too kind for his own good. “You’re not good at the game, you shouldn’t have won that match,” you reply casually, ignoring his cries.

“You’re breaking my wrist!”

“I’ll break the other one too.”

Shigaraki won’t have to live with his failure anymore, he won’t be playing against this loser anytime soon, not when he’s barely able to wave now. It’s adorable, he’s trying to threaten you, who’s going to believe him? A girl walking into the men’s restroom and taking down a guy? Breaking his wrists? They’d laugh at him and send him on his way.

“Give up gaming,” you snarl, “It’s not for you.”

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“Hey, is—is everything okay?” Shigaraki stuffs his hands in his pockets. “You were in there for pretty long.”

You answer him with a kiss, one that starts off soft but escalates within seconds. Shigaraki has lost his balance, he’s neither kissing you back nor refusing, he’s left stunned against your lips. You take matters into your own hands, pinning him against the bricks out front, letting your hands trail all the way down to his abdomen. You can feel his muscles tense against your palms, you giggle meekly before you dart your tongue past his lips.

“Wait—wait!” He manages to muffle out a protest, one you’re not too interested in hearing. His belt is first to come off, then his jeans, soon enough he’s left bare in broad daylight. He’s fortunate today’s a Saturday, the campus was practically empty.

“You’re so hard Tomura,” you coo, “is this for me?”

“Someone will see!” He attempts to cover himself with his hands, you swat them away immediately before you drop to your knees. You peer up at him with an unsettling grin. “I took care of the kid for you.”

“Kid? What do you mean—”

“The guy, the guy you were going up against.” You take his cock in your hand. “The one you lost to, I took care of him for you.” “What do you mean you took care of him? What’s going on?”

“He won’t be able to play anymore so you don’t have to worry about it.” You give the underside of his length one experimental lick. “I’m here for you alright?”

He’s unable to form coherent words, you won’t give him the chance. Your lips are wrapped around his base, you begin to bob your head professionally, taking him all the way into your throat. His fingernails are scraping against the wall behind him, he’s unsure whether he wants his hands in your hair or on your shoulders shoving you back. There is one thing that’s for certain though, you were making him feel good, too good. He prays you don’t notice the slight buck in his hips, he’s become a bit greedier, he wants to feel the depth of your slick muscles. You comply of course, you clench your eyes when his head nudges your tonsils, your pace never falters.

“Oh shit,” he whimpers, “Oh shit—shit, that’s enough! That’s enough I’m gonna—”

You wrap your fingers around his base and squeeze gently, you synchronize your hand and mouth to drive him over the edge. It seems like he’s past that point, he’s spazzing uncontrollably in your hold, you could swear you’re feeling strings of drool seep down your forehead. He’s so adorable.

“Get off! Get off! I’m going to—shit!”

One more second quicker and he would’ve succeeded. When his lids flutter open, his expression contorts into pure horror. There you are, with strings of white webbed onto your face, and a—smile?

“Why did you—”

Again, he’s interrupted. This time he’s brought down to your level. You lean in, a mere inch away from his face, he stutters with dilated pupils as you lick your lips. “It tastes good but, I’m not satisfied yet.”

“Satisfied?”

You straddle his waist, your skirt is bunched up with one hand, and his soft cock is in your other. The sound that escapes from his lips earns a chuckle out of you, the poor baby was so sensitive. It’s a lot more difficult trying to jam the flimsy member into your hole, you try multiple times, your seventh time you manage to wriggle him past your folds.

“I just came! It’s sensitive, I can’t—I can’t!”

He can, and he will.

You raise your hips before you slam yourself down, he screams.

Again.

You moan when you begin to feel him harden inside, he’s rather quick isn’t he? His head is prodding your cervix with every bounce now, you mewl happily at every descent, who knew Tomura Shigaraki had such an impressive cock. On the contrary, Shigaraki looks brain-dead beneath you, his eyes have glazed over into white, there’s a stream of drool leaking into the pool beside his mouth.

“Oh Tomura,” you gasp, “you’re filling me up so good, I hope someone sees, I hope someone sees how good you’re making me feel.”

“Please…” He chokes out a sob, “I’m going to c—”

“I love you.”

“What?” He stares at you with glossy orbs. “What did you s—say?”

“I love you Tomura Shigaraki.” You’re too excited now, your confession has fueled your movements. You’re rocking your hips vigorously, his fully erect member is throbbing in between your fleshy walls. You squeeze and clench to your best ability, you want all his reactions, all his sounds and expressions. You want him.

Shigaraki doesn’t know why, but he has two hands on your waist now. He’s pistoning his hips into your sopping core, he has the same look on his face from earlier, he never breaks eye contact with you. You’re the one left choking when he empties himself into your unprotected womb, he presses you flush against his hips until you’ve accepted every last drop.

Instead of AFO, you adopt Tenko. When Tenko turns 18, he does unspeakable things to you.

Tenko X Reader

I literally cannot TW/tag this piece enough. Remember it’s just written porn guys. I DO NOT condone this irl.

TW pseudo-incest, TW power imbalance, TW spanking, TW domestic violence, TW noncon, TW dubcon, TW humiliation, TW dirty talk but like… not normal, TW degradation, TW name-calling, TW darkfic, TW penetrative sex oh yeah and also TW mommy kink. 18+ ONLY. Reader discretion is advised. Inching into dead dove territory. DO NOT READ THIS AND GET UPSET WITH ME. IF YOU UNDERSTAND THIS, then you can read on.

Forever yours

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

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tags/TW

Unprotected sex, dry humping, pregnancy mention, cumming inside, childhood friends to lovers, facesitting, shiggy being his nasty self, no quirks au, fluff adjacent 

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You would get a turn once he died. That’s how it was: That’s how it had been ever since you two were children. Tomura rarely died in video games, so if you wanted a turn you either had to whine until he gave in or wait until he was too focused to notice you take it from him until it was too late. However, you weren’t interested in video games today. You were interested in him. In his soft blue hair, his long, slender fingers, his beautiful crimson eyes. You were head over heels for your best friend since childhood, Tomura Shigaraki. It was a terrible,  roiling mixture of puppy love and sheer lust. You wanted to go on long walks and hold his hand. You also wanted him to bend you over a table and fuck you until your legs gave out. 

“ Tomu.”

He didn’t answer you, too absorbed in his game to pay attention to anything else. You huffed and tapped him with your foot.

“Tomura!”

Shigaraki muttered something unintelligible and paused his game, looking at you over his shoulder.

“ What do you want, (Y/N)?”

Showtime.

“ I have, uh, a personal question for you”

He grabbed an energy drink and took a sip.

“ Just ask it already.”

You needed to ask this casually. Like you couldn’t care less about the answer. Just making friendly conversation.

“ You’re still a virgin, right?”

He choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he tried to think of an answer. Who just asks shit like that?! You better not be making fun of him.

“ That’s none of your goddamn business,asshole.”

Based on his reaction alone, he had to be. You shrugged casually and adjusted one of your thigh-highs, smoothing your pleated skirt once it was back in position. You had worn them especially for him: you knew him long enough to know what he liked.

“ I’ll take that as a yes. So am I. I want to lose it but like, with the right person y’know? Not some rando, or like, a boyfriend who’ll sour the experience if we break up.”

You have never used ‘like’ in a sentence so many times in your life. Or used the word rando. 

“ so I was thinking, wouldn’t it be way easier to do it with someone you already trust? Like a close friend . so what if we, Y’know, helped each other ou-

SLAM. before you could even finish your question, Shigaraki had moved from the foot of the bed to the headboard, straddling you with his hands gripping above your head. 

He loomed above you, a massive cheshire grin plastered on his flushed face.

“ You aren’t fucking with me, right? You’re being serious? You actually wanna fuck?”

You didn’t expect him to be so enthusiastic about it. You thought he would decline, or accept in a less…intense manner. He was panting and leering and- was he seriously drooling? As if to answer your question, a drop of spit landed on your chest. Maybe a keyhole sweater wasn’t the best thing to wear today. 

“N-no, I’m not messing around, Tomu. I-I want… I want to have sex with you.”

Tomura quickly laid on top of you, pinning you down and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You had never been kissed before.  You tried to keep up with him, but he was just so rough that it was difficult to do so.You put your trembling hands oh his shoulders and tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position. He snickered and began to grind against your lap, completely misunderstanding what you were trying to do. You pushed his face away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“ Get off for a second, I need to move my legs.”

Tomura rolled his eyes but did as you said, crawling backwards on all fours. More of a scuttle, really. You lifted your skirt and spread your legs, revealing your string-tie panties.  You didn’t even get the chance to tell him to come back before he pounced, rutting against your covered pussy and latching onto your neck. You could feel the seam of his jeans rubbing on your clit as he frantically humped you. It felt better than you thought it would: his weight on you, the teeth on your throat, the grind of his hard cock on your aching sex. You were getting close to the edge already, moaning and grabbing onto his hoodie as you  tried not to finish.

“T-Tomura! Please slow down, I- ah! I’m- I don’t want to cum from kissing! Please, just s-stop for a second!”

Goddammit, he was so close. It hurt to pull away from the warm embrace of your thighs, but he grit his teeth and did it anyways. You had a point: cumming from dry humping alone was a little pathetic. Shigaraki sat back on his heels and surveyed the damage.

Your skirt was pulled up past your stomach. One of your thigh highs had rolled all the way down to your ankle and your neck was covered in bruises. The hole in the chest of your sweater had slipped, exposing the top of your nipples. You weren’t wearing a bra. Holy shit, you weren’t wearing a bra. You had waltzed over to his house and sat on his bed in thigh highs and a sailor skirt and one of those sweaters with a boob window and NO FUCKING BRA. Tomura jumped off of the bed and pulled down his pants without bothering to unzip them. As you stared at the absolute monster of a cock that your best friend somehow had tucked away just moments ago, you only had one question on your mind.

“ um, Shiggy?”

You only called him that when you were particularly nervous. Tomura tore off his hoodie, his shirt going along with it and threw them both on the ground.

“ Why the hell is your dick so goddamn big?!”

 He looked down at his crotch as if he had absolutely no clue that his cock was roughly the size of a coke bottle. He looked at you and shrugged.

“ No idea. It’s always been like this, can I fuck your tits?”

He had to be joking.

“What?!”

“ Can you give me a titjob? Please?! I’m really close! It’ll take like two minutes, I swear!

If you weren’t madly in love with this man, you’d put him and his stupid horse cock in a shallow grave.

“ Yeah, yeah, just gimme a sec…”

He sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him, grinning wildly.

“ Lay down over here and put your boobs on my lap. This’ll be great,I swear.”

Shit, why did he have to be so cute?! You grumbled about various grievances you had with your friend and his dopey smile and that scar on his lips and and his stupid fucking fat dick as you got off his bed and walked over to where he was sitting. You stood in front of him and took off your sweater, chucking it into his face.

“ I swear to GOD if you choke me with that thing, I’ll bite it off. No head-pushing, Understand?”

He just smiled and nodded his head rapidly. 

You turned around and took your skirt off, bending over afterwards to roll up the rogue stocking that had decided to slip. While you were busy trying to keep the damn thing from falling again, Tomura grabbed the strings tying your panties together and tugged, undoing the bows and yanking them off of you.

“HEY!”

He held the underwear up to get a closer look. They were white and (f/c) striped, with lace and a little bow on top. Absolutely adorable. He was going to add them to his collection when you weren’t looking,but he just couldn’t resist pressing his face into the damp fabric and inhaling deeply.

Was this motherfucker seriously sniffing your panties right in front of you?! You snatched the cloth away from him and threw them across the room, safe from his nasty clutches. For now.

“ Heh, sorry about that (Y/N). You always smell so good, I couldn’t help myself.”

That really shouldn’t have made your stomach flutter the way it did. You laid on the bed, lowering your chest onto Tomura’s lap. He ran his hand down your back and slapped your ass, laughing when you yelped out of pain and surprise.

“ Raise your hips. I can’t have you doing all the work now can I?”

He lowered his hand past your ass, but his fingers couldn’t reach your clit, stopping a few centimeters short. He grumbled and leaned to the side, trying his best to figure out a position that would let him rub your clit and finger your dripping pussy at the same time and gave him the lap titjob he wanted. He might have miscalculated, but that couldn’t be: it looked great in the hentai he saw a couple weeks ago, so it should work just fine IRL!

“ Tomura, this position is kinda weird. I don’t think this is going to work the way you think it will.”

“ Yes it will! C’mon, just raise your hips a little more-”

You looked up at him as best you could from the awkward position on his lap.

“ You saw this in a doujin, didn’t you?”

After around five minutes of arguing about whether or not Tomura’s stupid position would ( or even could) work, you decided to take initiative by pushing him down  and sitting on his face. How else were you supposed to shut him up? 

“ Sorry, Tomu. This was the only way to get you to be quiet. Seriously, who the hell gets into an argument about hentai in the middle of a hookup? There’s a time and place for everything, dumbass.”

You drooled into your palm to make impromptu lube before wrapping your hand around the head of his cock, smearing your saliva and his precum around as you jerked him off. You had never given a handjob before, but if the moans sending vibrations straight to your  core where anything to go on, you were doing a pretty good job. You grabbed the back of his head and ground against his face, giggling when his cock twitched.

“ C’mon, make me cum! Don’t you wanna get to the main event? I want you to rail me until I can’t walk. Don’t you wanna fuck me, Tomura? Do you wanna slam that fat cock into my tight little pussy or not?”

He’d always been fun to tease, but never like this. There was a sort of power in it now: you had him right where you wanted him. Or so you thought.Shigaraki growled and grabbed your ass to hold you still. He was sick and tired of you always messing with him. Elbowing him during multiplayer games so he would mess up.Taking the last sip of his energy drink, not even thinking of the indirect kiss. Filling his room with the smell of your perfume after a day of hanging out and then just leaving him alone to masturbate to the thought of you. 

“ Aw, are you getting cranky, Tomu? I’m almo-”

He licked  along your folds before getting to your clit. He drew slow circles with his tongue before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking harshly. He flicked his tongue over your clit, adding a maddening amount of stimulation to the already overwhelming act. You squealed and tried to pull away, but his grip on you was too strong. 

“ Oh fuck! It’s too much, I’m not gonna be able to - ah!- be able to focus on what I’m doing here!”

Tomura didn’t give a fuck about what you where trying to do. He cared about revenge. And if revenge came in the form of eating your pussy until you cried, then so be it. He had no plans of stopping : your bittersweet taste and your thighs squeezing his head was too damn good. He stopped sucking with a loud pop and shoved his tongue  deep inside of you. He didn’t have a lot of experience ( he had 0 experience) but he had heard enough stories from his more socially savvy friends to know that you were supposed to keep your hands, mouth, or toys on the clit at all times. Keeping this advice in mind, he rubbed his thumb over your clit.

This was ridiculous. How was he this good at eating pussy? He was supposed to be the same as you: an inexperienced virgin. Maybe all that porn he watched did some good. You had no idea. All you knew for certain was that if he got the upper hand, you’d never hear the end of it. Your efforts had slowed due to Shigaraki’s distraction. You gripped his cock harder and moved your hand faster. Tomura moaned and bucked his hips. With the amount of precum that was leaking out, he had to be close. 

He didn’t want to let you win, but your hand was making it impossible to focus. It was just so damn soft: nothing like his rough, calloused fist. Tomura had no idea how he was going to go back to his left hand after this. If your hand was this good, what was your cunt going to feel like? It really hit him then. He had been fantasizing about it for years, and now it was actually going to happen. He was going to fuck you. The mere thought of it caused the tension in his stomach to break, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his throbbing cock and landing on his torso. The look on his face was driving you insane: bright red, eyes rolled back in his skull, brows crinkled in a way you had always found adorable. You threaded your fingers through his hair with both hands and started desperately humping his face. You wanted to cum,needed to cum: you just wanted him to fuck you already. You had waited for years. You finally came with a wail, crushing his head between your thighs as you rode out the high of your long-awaited orgasm.

It took you several seconds to remember that your friend probably needed to breathe. You got off of him as quickly as you could on your trembling legs. 

  “ Are you okay, Shiggy? I didn’t mean to suffocate you: it just felt so good that I lost control…”

Shigaraki quickly sat up. He was doing great: just had the best nut of his entire life, got his head squeezed and his hair pulled, and he was going to lose his virginity to the girl he had pined over for nearly his entire life. How could he be doing anything other than amazing?!

“ I’m good.”

You looked at the mess all over his chest. How was it even possible to cum that much and still be hard? Was that just how much there always was? Did he need to see a doctor?

While the gears turned in your head, Tomura grabbed a shirt from the floor and wiped himself off, tossing the soiled fabric away once he was done. The sheer nastiness of that snapped you out of your confused state. You were about to say something when he beat you to it.

“ What position do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Y’know, like doggy, or cowgirl, or wheelbarrow-”

You didn’t think wheelbarrow was an actual position, but you really didn’t want to get into another argument right now. You were gonna call him out on it later, though.

“ I’d like to do missionary.”

Tomura nodded sagely. Missionary was a classic. A bit basic, but it would do.

“If you’re ready, let’s move on to the next level”

You nodded, too nervous to speak. He shuffled slowly towards you, hands shaking and arms outstretched. He needed to be cool about this: he came on a bit strong after your proposal earlier. You laid on your back and resisted the urge to cover your face with your hands. You had wanted this for such a long time, but he was just so big and he was seeing you naked and he was actually kind of muscular without his clothes on and- for fucks sake was he seriously drooling again?! 

Shigaraki quickly wiped the drool away from his mouth. You were just so beautiful. You looked scared,though-was it the drooling? He couldn’t help that! He started to scratch his neck- a habit that he just couldn’t seem to break. Even if it meant that he wasn’t going to get to have sex today, he needed to make sure that you still wanted this.

“ Are you okay? We can… we can stop i-

“NO! I mean- n-no, I’m fine. Just- just be gentle, okay?

Gentle. He could do that. Just go slow, don’t go in all the way, and probably no biting. Wait, didn’t he need a condom? It must not be that big of a deal if you didn’t bother to bring it up, right? Yeah, he could just pull out.

Tomura grabbed the base of his cock and lined it at your entrance before carefully pushing inside of you. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as you thought it would: it just stung a little bit. You had expected ripping, bleeding pain before seeing his dick, and kind of assumed you would die after seeing it in all it’s terrifying glory. But no! You were alive and thriving.

Your partner in crime, however, was having a significantly harder time. Your pussy made his fleshlight feel like sandpaper in comparison: he considered burning the stupid peice of silicone after you two were done for being so inferior to the real thing. The fleshlight wasn’t this tight, or this warm, and it didn’t twitch like your pussy did. He honestly felt kind of bad for the times that he used it while thinking of you- not for jacking off to you or anything like that, but for using that piece of shit as a stand-in. It was insulting. Shigaraki figured that it probably wasn’t the best idea to put it in all the way in,but it was taking every ounce of his self-control to not just slam in balls-deep and fuck you into the mattress. 

….. Was he okay? There was a vein bulging on his forehead and he looked damn-near terrified. You were going to have to make the first move again. You put your hands on his waist and pulled him towards you until his hips were flush with yours. Despite the slow entrance, his cock hitting your cervix still knocked the air out of you. It hurt a bit more now, but not nearly enough to stop.

“ I-it’s okay Shiggy, it doesn’t hurt. You can move now..”

Tomura cautiously  pulled backwards a few inches and pressed back inside just as carefully. His first couple of thrusts were a bit awkward, but he soon found a slow, steady rhythm. 

You couldn’t believe how soft he was being. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your collar bone before moving to your breasts, licking your nipple before putting it in his mouth and sucking. His other hand was lightly caressing the opposing mound. It was all so sweet and tender that you almost wanted to cry: you knew that he didn’t feel the same way that you did. But for now, all you could do was stroke his hair and pretend that you were making love instead of just hooking up. 

“Mmmmn, T-tomur-ah!”

This wasn’t fair! He had liked you for years, you were gasping and moaning underneath him, but something unpleasant was still prodding at the back of his thoughts. After this, you were going to find some strong, confident man to take his place. This was just practice. Shigaraki didn’t want this to be practice: he wanted you to be his last. He wanted to be your only. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and started to thrust into you harder. He wanted you to be all his.

“ Mmmineeee…” 

Mine?! Did he just say “mine”?! Did he- did he feel the same way?! No, that couldn’t be: you probably just misheard him.

“ um, w-what did you say?”

He snapped his head up and glared at you, his ruby eyes practically glowing.

“ I said mine! I want you to be mine! MY player two, MY pussy,MINE!”

With every repeat of mine he slammed into you a little harder, a little rougher.

“Come on, say it! Say you’ll be mine, (Y/N)!

You felt like such an idiot. Of course Tomura wasn’t going to say that he liked you- this was Tomura you were talking about. But he’d been showing it for years- walking you home, helping you win plushies at the arcade, dying on purpose so you would get a chance to play, giving you his hoodie whenever it was cold out…. How did you not notice? But he was never going to take the final step. So as per usual, it was up to you to take initiative. You put your hand on his cheek and smiled when he nuzzled into your touch.

“ I love you, Tomura. I’ve always been yours.”

He froze at your confession. Oh shit, did you go too far? Was the whole “mine” thing just his idea of dirty talk? Shigaraki pulled out  and moved backwards. Just as you were about to say something, he grabbed your knees and moved your legs up until they were above your head. Was he seriously going to just ignore what you just said?! You just told him that you loved him, for fucks sake!  Did all the blood rushing to his dick leave him braindead? 

Shigaraki knew the look on your face well: narrowed eyes, pursed lips, puffed cheeks. Impatient and suspicious. He’d better not keep you waiting,then. He positioned himself so that his cock was dangling above your exposed hole and leaned in close until you two were nose to nose. 

“ I love you too, (Y/N).”

With your confession returned, he slammed into your waiting cunt in one quick thrust, groaning as he was finally balls-deep inside of your warm,slick pussy. You squealed as he jackrabbited into your core with short, deep thrusts, hitting a spot inside that you’d never been able to reach. The headboard of the bed crashed against the wall loudly, creating a lewd orchestra alongside the squeaking of the bedsprings and your wanton moans. Tomura’s hair fell alongside your face in a soft curtain, making it so he was the only thing you could see. As if you’d look anywhere else.

“ I love you! I love you! I mean it, I love you! You’re gorgeous, you feel so good, I love you! I love you so fucking much! I love you! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveIloveyouIloveyou-”

You pulled your babbling lover into a deep kiss as the knot inside of your stomach snapped. Your convulsing walls squeezed his cock in a vice grip as you came, nearly sending him over the edge .

“ C-can I cum inside? I don’t wanna pull out! I swear I’ll take responsibility if you get pre- i-if anything happens! Please, let me cum inside of you!”

You could barely think through your haze, so you just nodded your head. Of course he could cum inside: where else was it supposed to go? He wasn’t wearing a condom after all… you probably should’ve made him wear one. Oh well. That was a problem for future (Y/N) to worry about. 

Tomura wrapped his arms around your waist and thrusted his hips one more time before  

Blowing his load directly into your womb, spurt after spurt of creamy white filling you to the brim, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he howled with pleasure.

“Hhhhhhhhh…. I love youuuu…..”

 He let out a contented sigh and flopped on top of you without bothering to take his cock out of your cum-filled pussy. He was too tired- he’d pull out after a nap. You were just as exhausted as he was- cleanup was just another issue future (Y/N) would have to deal with. You yawned and nuzzled into his neck before drifting into a peaceful, messy sleep. 

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A/N: I don’t think I’ve ever wrote a Yandere reader before, but this will be interesting for me! I hope you all like it! 

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Yandere Tendencies, Mild Violence

Pariring: incel!Shigaraki x Yandere f!Reader 

“Is that League?”

Shigaraki turns to his left, he manages to choke out a response, “Yes.” He clears his throat. “Sorry, is it too loud?”

“No,” you chuckle, “I was just curious, you always get here super early and play the same thing. Can you tell me about it?”

“About the game?”

“Yes.” You tap on his screen gently. “You seem like a pro, I want to know more.”

“Oh, well,” he swallows harshly, “I’m not a pro, I am in the school league though, the Esports team. You’ve probably never heard of it, just nerd stuff.” He shuts his screen. Shigaraki realizes he’ll probably get a twenty minute ban for abandoning a match, but he couldn’t care less about some dumb ranked game. He had pressing matters to tend to currently.

“I think that’s pretty cool,” you beam. “Really cool actually, so you are a pro.”

“No, not at all—”

You cut him off with a squeal, “I bet you’re one of the best out there! I wish I could see you play some time. See, I’ve been trying to get into the gaming scene myself.”

“Tomorrow,” he blurts out.

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow at 7:00 PM, we have a game tomorrow, lt’s—It’s in the Rec. building, in front of the library. If you want to stop by, I mean—if you have time, you probably don’t have time. It’s okay if you can’t make it, well—of course it’s okay you aren’t obligated to. It’s a bit hot in here, I—I think I need to step out for a bit, sorry.” Before Shigaraki has the chance to slip out of his seat, you seize his wrist. He tenses instantly at the contact, he attempts to tug his arm back but to no avail.

“I’ll be there.” You bite your lip. “7 PM sharp.”

“Oh.” He melts into his seat. “Oh, that’s—that’s great.”

“Hey Tomura.”  

“Hn?”

You flicker your eyes toward his crotch with a subtle smirk. “You made a bit of a mess there.”

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Shigaraki has been rummaging through his closet for an hour now, everything was either too gross or too lame. You’ve seen him at his worst; matted pale locks, stained hoodie, and blood-shot eyes, he needed to prove to you he could clean up nice. Unfortunately, the only piece of apparel he could find was another black hoodie, and judging from the ominous white stain on the front, you wouldn’t be too keen on a second meeting. Meeting. He didn’t like that terminology, a date was a bit more fitting. You came onto him first after all, he was just minding his business, carrying his team per usual, and you decided that would be a perfect opportunity to court him. He wasn’t complaining. You were hot, and you sure knew how to stroke a man’s ego. Hell, Shigaraki placed diamond for three seasons, but he wouldn’t call himself ‘pro-level’. But you were so persistent, rubbing up on his arm, cooing over his skill, he couldn’t disappoint you now.

His computer science homework is left discarded on the floor, he’s glued to the screen, tapping furiously at his mouse. His roommate passes by his desk with a scowl, “You’ve been on that thing all damn day Tomura, give it a rest jeez.”

Shigaraki offers him a huff, “Leave me alone, gotta’ practice, game tomorrow.”

“Yeah so? Didn’t you have a game last week?” Dabi folds his arms. “You’ve never been this pressed before, is it like the world nerd championships or somethin’?”

“No,” he grunts, “leave me alone.”

“Whatever dude.” His roommate flicks the microphone attached to his headset. “Just don’t bother me, I’m havin’ a chick over in ten, alright?”

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“Shigaraki,” one of the players holler, “your friend is here.”

He nearly falls on his face when he jolts up, you giggle as you try and watch him stumble his way over to where you’re standing. You can’t help but let your eyes wander over his thin frame, he was lanky for sure, but somehow he made it work. He made a bunch of unpleasant features work, perhaps you were too blinded by his personality. Tomura Shigaraki, comp-sci major and total dweeb. You started to notice him when you’d get to class early, he’d be perched in his usual seat, nose nestled right against the screen. You found him odd, but cute. It seemed like he had taken a liking toward you too, judging from the subtle glances he’d give you as you walked by. Shigaraki was a naive, innocent, little thing. It was unfortunate you had to have him, no one else could.

“You’re gonna’ do great.” You flash him a reassuring smile, one he returns nervously with flickering eyes.

“Thank you for coming,” he takes in a sharp breath, “I have to go now, but we can hang out later right? If you want, if you’re not busy. Are you busy? You look pretty busy.”

“I’m not busy Tomura.” You shake your head. “I’d love to hang out.”

“Cool.” He smiles before his brows furrow. “Hey, weird question, but, how did you get my name...?”

“Match is starting.” You place two hands on his shoulders before you usher him forward. “Good luck, I’ll be cheering you on!”

The crowd is small, everyone is huddled around the players. They scowl and cheer when lights flash on the screen, but you couldn’t care less about the stupid match. You have your gaze fixed on him. He has a different expression on his face, one you’ve never seen before, he almost looks—charismatic? A small smile stretches across your face when you watch the subtle pout form on his lips, something must have happened, he must have died. A few minutes later, his eyes glimmer, the corner of his lips pull into a smile, he must have gotten a kill, he must’ve done something good. You have your hands clasped together in anticipation, they fall loosely when he slams his forehead onto the keyboard.

“Next time Tomura,” one of the player’s slap his back with a sigh, “you did great though, never saw you play so good.”

The team on the opposite end is cheering, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out his team lost, and judging from the look on everyone elses face, pretty hard. You rush to his side almost instantly, you throw one hand over his shoulder and crouch down beside him with a coo, “You did so great! I was watching the whole time, I’m super impressed Tomura.”

“Sorry I suck,” he murmurs, “I didn’t even break positive, I only got like ten kills. I promise this isn’t my best.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Ten kills sounds like a lot, you should be proud of yourself.”

“Thanks…”

“Still wanna’ hang out?” You raise a brow, “I know this killer ice-cream joint near campus, we could go there and hang out for a bit, sound good?”

Shigaraki snaps his head up, he narrows his eyes on your before he speaks up, “Is this some kind of prank?”

“Prank?” “Yeah, do you actually want to hang out with me or am I being punk’d?”

“I guess we’ll find out.” You place a soft kiss on his cheek, his reaction is instant. He flushes a beet red, his nimble fingers work quickly to cover his face with his locks, he’ll have to be quicker than that. You brush the stray hairs aside and press your forehead against his. “I’m super proud of you, and I really want to be friends.”

“Me too…” he breathes out, “I want to be—I want to be your friend too.”

“Cool, why don’t you go wait for me out front, I’m going to go to the restroom real quick.”

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“What the fuck,”  one of the blond players from the opposing team scoffs, “can you not read? This is the boy’s restroom, get the fuck out.”

Before he has the chance to utter another word, your foot goes flying into his crotch, he falls to his knees with a whimper. You press your heel against his chest, laying him flat on the tile floor. “You’re the ADC? You were playing against the kid with the blue hair right?”

“Get the fuck off me, what the fuck is your deal? You just—dude!”

You smirk at the sound of the crunch underneath your other shoe, guess the rumors were true, gamer boy’s had such fragile wrists. It’s ridiculous honestly, this good-for-nothing jerk would’ve never won if Shigaraki wasn’t going so easy on him, he was such an angel, too kind for his own good. “You’re not good at the game, you shouldn’t have won that match,” you reply casually, ignoring his cries.

“You’re breaking my wrist!”

“I’ll break the other one too.”

Shigaraki won’t have to live with his failure anymore, he won’t be playing against this loser anytime soon, not when he’s barely able to wave now. It’s adorable, he’s trying to threaten you, who’s going to believe him? A girl walking into the men’s restroom and taking down a guy? Breaking his wrists? They’d laugh at him and send him on his way.

“Give up gaming,” you snarl, “It’s not for you.”

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“Hey, is—is everything okay?” Shigaraki stuffs his hands in his pockets. “You were in there for pretty long.”

You answer him with a kiss, one that starts off soft but escalates within seconds. Shigaraki has lost his balance, he’s neither kissing you back nor refusing, he’s left stunned against your lips. You take matters into your own hands, pinning him against the bricks out front, letting your hands trail all the way down to his abdomen. You can feel his muscles tense against your palms, you giggle meekly before you dart your tongue past his lips.

“Wait—wait!” He manages to muffle out a protest, one you’re not too interested in hearing. His belt is first to come off, then his jeans, soon enough he’s left bare in broad daylight. He’s fortunate today’s a Saturday, the campus was practically empty.

“You’re so hard Tomura,” you coo, “is this for me?”

“Someone will see!” He attempts to cover himself with his hands, you swat them away immediately before you drop to your knees. You peer up at him with an unsettling grin. “I took care of the kid for you.”

“Kid? What do you mean—”

“The guy, the guy you were going up against.” You take his cock in your hand. “The one you lost to, I took care of him for you.” “What do you mean you took care of him? What’s going on?”

“He won’t be able to play anymore so you don’t have to worry about it.” You give the underside of his length one experimental lick. “I’m here for you alright?”

He’s unable to form coherent words, you won’t give him the chance. Your lips are wrapped around his base, you begin to bob your head professionally, taking him all the way into your throat. His fingernails are scraping against the wall behind him, he’s unsure whether he wants his hands in your hair or on your shoulders shoving you back. There is one thing that’s for certain though, you were making him feel good, too good. He prays you don’t notice the slight buck in his hips, he’s become a bit greedier, he wants to feel the depth of your slick muscles. You comply of course, you clench your eyes when his head nudges your tonsils, your pace never falters.

“Oh shit,” he whimpers, “Oh shit—shit, that’s enough! That’s enough I’m gonna—”

You wrap your fingers around his base and squeeze gently, you synchronize your hand and mouth to drive him over the edge. It seems like he’s past that point, he’s spazzing uncontrollably in your hold, you could swear you’re feeling strings of drool seep down your forehead. He’s so adorable.

“Get off! Get off! I’m going to—shit!”

One more second quicker and he would’ve succeeded. When his lids flutter open, his expression contorts into pure horror. There you are, with strings of white webbed onto your face, and a—smile?

“Why did you—”

Again, he’s interrupted. This time he’s brought down to your level. You lean in, a mere inch away from his face, he stutters with dilated pupils as you lick your lips. “It tastes good but, I’m not satisfied yet.”

“Satisfied?”

You straddle his waist, your skirt is bunched up with one hand, and his soft cock is in your other. The sound that escapes from his lips earns a chuckle out of you, the poor baby was so sensitive. It’s a lot more difficult trying to jam the flimsy member into your hole, you try multiple times, your seventh time you manage to wriggle him past your folds.

“I just came! It’s sensitive, I can’t—I can’t!”

He can, and he will.

You raise your hips before you slam yourself down, he screams.

Again.

You moan when you begin to feel him harden inside, he’s rather quick isn’t he? His head is prodding your cervix with every bounce now, you mewl happily at every descent, who knew Tomura Shigaraki had such an impressive cock. On the contrary, Shigaraki looks brain-dead beneath you, his eyes have glazed over into white, there’s a stream of drool leaking into the pool beside his mouth.

“Oh Tomura,” you gasp, “you’re filling me up so good, I hope someone sees, I hope someone sees how good you’re making me feel.”

“Please…” He chokes out a sob, “I’m going to c—”

“I love you.”

“What?” He stares at you with glossy orbs. “What did you s—say?”

“I love you Tomura Shigaraki.” You’re too excited now, your confession has fueled your movements. You’re rocking your hips vigorously, his fully erect member is throbbing in between your fleshy walls. You squeeze and clench to your best ability, you want all his reactions, all his sounds and expressions. You want him.

Shigaraki doesn’t know why, but he has two hands on your waist now. He’s pistoning his hips into your sopping core, he has the same look on his face from earlier, he never breaks eye contact with you. You’re the one left choking when he empties himself into your unprotected womb, he presses you flush against his hips until you’ve accepted every last drop.