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I write about tomura a lot, requests/asks are open, feel free to ask for anything, however! I cannot guarantee I’ll get to the request. English is not my first language so please be patient with any spelling mistakes/errors. also i am NOT normal about tomura…love that guy.

Genshin series

• Struck by Cupids arrow

- a scara fic

Tomura:

• last chance

- our second life (takes place in last chance)

- ongoing series

• Demonic Dreams

-ongoing series

Oneshots

Devotion

fem! tomu

Drunken haze

Catmura

Until I’m yours

Can you see me?

Illicit Affairs

Pretend Birthday

Smau’s

Avoidant tomura

Avoidant tomura but worse

Prohero Tenko

no contact?

bsf tomu

game on

we are NOT getting back together

Nsfw

Loathing

Omegaverse

just a taste

tomura x newrecruit!reader, can be read as romantic or platonic, basically you hide your scratching from Tomura cause you didn’t think he’d be an open minded evil boss :(

a/n — of course !! i get it, i also scratch a lot. here’s a short drabble. i honestly think Tomura wouldn’t care. Like not in a mean “idc about u” way, but in a “Why would I judge you for being itchy?” I think he’d go “oh” and move on, because he wouldn’t want to make you feel like that’s the only thing he can focus on..

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You’ve seen Tomura scratch before, that was nothing new. But, he hasn’t seen you tear at your own skin.

It’s not like you were ashamed of it — it’s just…you didn’t think he’d be so normal for a villain. When you joined the league, you expected a big, bad, scary, and comically evil guy. To meet an almost down to earth villain? Extremely rare.

Most you’ve worked for were eccentric to say the least. So that itch you’ve had? You’ve hidden it. No evil boss wants their minion to be all itchy and distracted. Finding out Tomura shared that habit was comforting to say the least, though simultaneously mortifying.

You weren’t the strongest in the league, and it’s not like you’re the fastest either. Tomura most likely wouldn’t judge you for clawing at your own skin, especially since he does it too. Yet, it’s still a terrifying idea for him to see you so — vulnerable— gross.

Raised bumps, hives, all things that you’d rather your boss not see about you. Sure, you’ve seen the irritated skin on Tomura, however you still feel like a henchman shouldn’t be so weak. Hiding it felt simpler than having the league see the redness on your forearms.

After all, Tomura’s strong and agile — who cares if he tore up his skin? He has the strength to scare anyone for judging him, you…not so much. Being a liability was the one thing you didn’t want to be. Unfortunately the universe hated you. The hideout’s hotter than usual, the summer heat was cooking you alive.

Everyone was out somewhere else, most likely trying to avoid the same scorching weather. Which gave you the perfect opportunity to itch. It’s worse during the summer days, clothes sticking to you, heat drying your skin. It’s almost impossible to hide the way your fingers ache to claw at your sides during team meetings.

It stings a little more than usual, though that’s probably the sweat seeping into the angry scratches. It’s unsanitary, but oh-so satisfying. Red rashes start to appear where your nails dragged into. The heat was unbearable today, and with the added old clothing? Everything felt irritating.

New clothes were hard to come by, mainly since you were supposed to lay low. Unfortunately for you, the clothes you wore were insufferable to deal with in the heat. Turning yourself seemed almost worth it to get out of this humidity.

“What’s wrong with you?” A familiar raspy voice asked, Tomura — the one you wanted to catch you the least. “You sick or something?”

“No, I’m not sick—just..” You kept scratching, the flush from the heat made you look frailer than you actually were. “I’m just itchy…weather sucks, clothes suck. Fuck. Everything sucks.”

The words spill from you, horrifyingly honest. Most evil villains would chew you out for overstepping, sharing way more than you should. You’re just his worker why were you rambling—

“Oh. Yeah, the weathers shit.” The scolding you awaited didn’t come, embarrassment creeps up your face — because, yeah? How could you forget? Tomura wasn’t your stereotypical villain. He’s the most chill guy you knew, when he wasn’t actively plotting on world domination. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm, it’s y’know? Just itchy.”

“Well, no shit.” He snorts, his tone somewhat playful. It’s downright impossible to fight the redness coming up your cheeks. You’ve never wanted to overstep as a subordinate. Most villains hated that, but when was Tomura ever like most villains?

Maybe opening up to Tomura wasn’t as bad as you thought.

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Tenko’s the worst! He’s all so focused on hero stuff, so quiet, so oblivious — so annoying. Seriously how were you two even in the same course?

smau, hana lives au

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A/N — do you guys remember this au…prohero!tenko would be the best hero student, but the worst when it comes to feelings :(

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Dating and breaking up with the designated campus loser was not on your college list, but like an idiot you did it anyways. So why are you waking up next to him? Your friends hate him! His friends wish you were dead!

no quirks au + smau, college romance with loser!raki

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A/N — Tomura isn’t that shit of a boyfriend…you’re both just stubborn :( also who wants to be tagged in every tomura post or js specific fics T-T

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It’s a shitty feeling missing Tomura. He wasn’t that good of a boyfriend, he wasn’t that good of anything really — so why? Why is he here? You’re crazy, you had to be. You’ve spent months crying to your friends about him, shared friends of his told you it’s better to stay away.

Even Toga warned you; and she was his friend first. You knew you shouldn’t have called, and you wished he didn’t pick up. Your temples throbbed from the hangover, a consequence to your eager partying last night.

“Come back?” That stupid, raspy, hot voice mumbled against your ear, lanky arms wrapped around your sore waist. Chapped lips pressing into the curve of your neck. Stupid, dumb, idiotic, every single word fitting to describe your situation. To describe you.

You stared at Tomura, nausea building in your stomach. You were fucked. So screwed beyond belief, there’s no way to get out of this. Your friends hate him, mutual ones dislike you two together — yet he’s in your bed — covered in your marks.

“Why are you here?” Still groggy from the night before, he looked at you like you were the crazy one. With his classic deadpan expression. Fitting since you asked such a useless question. You called him, cried your eyes out like a bitch, begged him to fuck you, and of course he’s still here. You wished he left, but some unhealed part of you’s delighted he stayed.

You should’ve blocked him, but you didn’t. Your ex was in your bed, clinging tightly onto you. The same ex you’ve cursed countless times, the ex who had you losing your mind. The ex who had you wondering if dating was for you. Now he’s in your bed.

Tomura is a shit boyfriend. So shitty, cursing him out now would be the best option — but you don’t — because you’re stupid, because you’re not over him, and because his long, lanky fingers are pressing just right against your waist.

Tomura sucks, the headache’s worse though. Unfortunately for you, his warmth is annoyingly the only thing you want.

“This doesn’t mean we’re back together.”

“Mhm, yeah, yeah..” That shitty smile splits his cracked lips apart. You’d kiss it better if he wasn’t your ex, though that thought vanished as quickly as it appeared. You’re too hungover to deal with this.

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tenko makes me so sad :(

• tomura x succubus!reader

Yeah, Tomura was horny — so what? It was an honest mistake. Realizing the demon of his dreams existed was a huge boner killer. No, he’s not harder, shut the fuck up. He’s not into you, he was just thinking with his dick. That’s not a crime. Now, how does he get you to leave without taking his soul?

Cw: pure stupidity, crack fic, nsfw, dubious consent takes place before the events in BNHA but if Tomura summoned a demon.

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A/N — Not proofread, very short chapters since this is mainly a joke fic. I’m redoing my taglist so anyone who wants to be added, please say so !

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In all your years as a succubus, nothing could’ve prepare you for this humiliation. A harsh shove to your head, and suddenly you were cramped under a messy bed. Seriously? You’re a grown demon, you’ve fucked countless, killed people, stolen souls, classic demon shit — and this is how you’re treated?

You’ve had all sorts of summoners before, each one that had their own needs and agendas, but this? This was something else entirely — a succubus hiding under a bed — can it get more ironic? Who did this guy think you were? The boogeyman? Fucking asshole.

You were used to being on the bed, not under it. Hell, you’ve had sex in public before. Decency be dammed, you’re a demon. Yet you’re being treated like a common whore. Which yeah, it had some merit, but — your title as a succubus has grown throughout the years. You’re reluctant to stay in this position, as the asshole named Tomura spoke to whoever entered his room.

“Tomura, is something the matter?” A new voice questioned. Stern and almost authoritative with his tone. You wondered who he was? Most of all — will Tomura let you out of hiding? Still an asshole for a summoner. How’d he even get a grimoire?

“Nothing, fuck off.” He argued, shooing away the other voice, before snapping. “Just a paper cut. Can’t you see I’m busy?” From your position you could faintly see clean shoes, and Tomura still sounded like a bitch. The other guy seemed older, unlike your summoner’s spoiled tone.

Though you kept that thought to yourself. You didn’t want to upset your current new master. Not when you needed to seduce him. Calling your summoner an ass would probably kill his boner. Though judging by his bratty attitude he might just be into that.

You waited until the footsteps receded before speaking up. “Can I get out now? This floor sucks.” You groaned, trying to get this over with. The sooner you tempt him, the better. “You know, you didn’t have to hide me under your bed.”

The seductive try you did earlier didn’t work, maybe he was into the whiny types? Was he into brats? God, you hoped not. You’ve had enough roleplaying of the spoiled types to last the next few centuries. What was it with people wanting to be doms? You’re a demon, human should want you to be the one in charge more often. Gross. Humans need to switch it up every now and then.

“What? Why are you still here?” Tomura groans, you feel four fingers grabbing you from under his bed. Instinctively you want to recoil, but then you remember you’re at work. This is your job, so you lean into his touch.

Only for the skin on your form to break away and crack. You stare at Tomura, while he quickly pulls his hand away. Your mouth widens to speak, instead the flesh cracks and peels as it crumbles to the floor.

“Ouch? What did you —” You sputtered. This sucked. Your demon magic is quick to ressemble yourself, a succubi’s main weapon for seduction’s their face, well almost? It’s second to their body first. “Did you really have to aim for my head?”

“No, that was your fault. Why would you lean into my hands? Are you stupid?”

“Excuse me? Can you repeat that?” This guy was becoming far more trouble than he’s worth. Should you just eat him? Though eating Tomura won’t fill you compared to draining him. God, your gluttony born brothers and sisters were so lucky. They didn’t have to do any of this. Is it too late to ask for a career transfer?

Your summoner smirks, a crooked grin that sends shivers down your spine — a face scarier than any demon you’ve met, before he graciously decides to feign ignorance. He even has the audacity to tilt his head slightly, as if he’s confused. What was this guy’s deal?

“Aren’t you a demon? Quirks and all? Don’t play dumb.” He glares at you, acting as though you’re the stupid one.

“Oh, right. I forgot you have those now.” Your memory’s hazy. Your last master was a century or two ago — you think? “Time’s wonky in Hell.”

Tomura looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. Like he’s conveniently forgotten you’re not human. A puzzled look crossed this asshole’s face, you give up. You’re eating this guy.

Sure, you’ll be hungrier faster — but who cares? Tomura’s stupid face is pissing you off too much. Maybe the century in solitude’s made you worst at this. Maybe this is a sign for you to switch career paths in hell, but for now? You’re taking a bite out of Tomura. Your temper feels worse than usual, and you’re still hungry. It takes a shove for Tomura to end up under you. It takes one hand to have him pinned.

A shift forwards, and you’re straddling his lap. Screw it, yeah fucking him would satiate your hunger longer, taking his soul even better — a bite now would be more satisfying. You part your lips, eager to take a taste of your first meal in centuries.

“S-shit—haa..” Your face burns at the sudden sound. You’re quick to pull away, your summoner now looks flushed. There’s something pressing into you, and his face averts yours.

Maybe there is a chance to consume him in the way you want after all.

You’re quick when it comes to getting in character. So what if you haven’t visited this realm in a century? That’s not enough to ruin your succubi-like tendencies. Your earlier frustrations was a simple lapse in judgement. The smell of arousal stirs the simmering hunger threatening to bubble over. The asshole below squirms, only to end up grinding up against you.

“Hey? Still thinking if you want me or not?” You sound cocky, prideful, but that’s to be expected. Demonic beings are prideful in nature, that’s why Hell’s constantly in shambles.

“Fuck off. I don’t need you.” Tomura arrogantly spits out. It takes you aback, before a grin matching his equally manic one from earlier crosses your face.

“You don’t need me?” You ground your hips, earning a shaky exhale from the prick beneath you. “Isn’t that unfair? You summoned me here. You bound yourself to me, are you sure I’m not needed?” A flicker of want crosses his eyes, though it’s gone just as fast. He’s close to cracking, you know he is.

Your inhuman senses notices every shift in his mood. Tomura’s hard, that’s clear even without magic. You’re about to undress him, when the door suddenly snaps open.

“Tomura, I’m aware of your refusal to eat, however, would your master approve of this behavior?”

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FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck.

Fuck Kurogiri.

Tomura was losing it. He tried to be strong, to remember that master had plans for him to be the world’s strongest villain. A hot succubus is not derailing his plans — until it did. He should be researching, studying the rules of this world. Instead he has you, he has you straddling his dick.

He was hard, uncomfortably so. Your sudden shift onto his lap had Tomura scrambling to not spill a load right now. Yeah, he’s a loser — get over it. He would argue and entertain you, if Kurogiri wasn’t here. What does he even say?

Yeah, the chick’s a succubus. She’s here because my dick was hard. — Tomura would rather die than admit that he was being a horny idiot. This is all so stupid. He was so close to getting laid, and fucking Kurogiri ruined it. If he was in a better state of mind, he’d probably acknowledge that screwing a demon’s a sure way to get killed.

However, his other head already took charge.

“Tomura?” The misty man speaks, Tomura groans and sits upwards. Ignoring the fact that slots you against his dick even more. His face is flushed, and he’s a minute away from blowing a fuse. “This is unbecoming of you. Do gather yourself together.”

Now it’s Tomura’s turn to feel weird. Why wasn’t Kurogiri looking at you?

“Can’t you see it?” Are you even real? Was he so horny he started hallucinating you? That can’t be, you’re so warm — and still on his lap.

“See what? I assure you, consuming food will help with your…whatever it is.” The wisp says, earning another scowl from Tomura. He’s not crazy, you’re right on his hard on. There’s no way he could imagine this feeling. Unless he really was crazy. He’s about to do something, though he’s not entirely sure what, when you suddenly mouth the words right against his ear.

“They can’t see me, until you accept our contract.”

“Get out.” Tomura snaps at Kurogiri, he can’t focus on two things at once. Well? Technically he can, if his dick wasn’t directly under you.

He continues to glare at the man, waiting until he leaves. Tomura’s stare on you worsens even more, he had a mini heart attack when Kurogiri came in earlier, and Tomura felt even worse when he reentered. Just for you to be invisible all along?

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He groans in frustration. You’re still on his lap, but he chooses to ignore the boner he’s popping. “You can turn invisible?”

“Yeah, unless we seal the deal.”

“How?” The words turn me out before he considers the consequences. Regret churns in his stomach as he feels you rock down. His other head completely takes over at this point. Except the semi rational part of his brain hesitates the briefest of moments. “W-wait—what do I get out of this —” He’s met with teeth on his scratched up neck. The same flush creeping up his neck.

“Why don’t I show you?”

Tomura’s fucked. Absolutely fucked. Could a succubus tell he’s never been laid? Was that in your skill set?

It’s shameful to admit, but Tomura’s an adult. He’s jerked it to weird hentai before, or whatever bullshit eroges he could get his hands on. Losing his stupid virginity to you of all people sounds like the weird things he would’ve formerly touched himself to — it’s not like he planned this on purpose.

Still, just one fuck wouldn’t hurt, right?

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It’s normal to want things. It’s perfectly normal to make wishes, everyone’s wished on a star at some point in their lives, people desperately waiting for it to come true. This was the first wish Tomura never wanted to come true.

cw: mentioned animal death, bodily possession, based on obsession but Tomura actually realizes how creepy this is from the get go. Short fic, as I write the actual long fic for this later.

A/N - tldr; tomura made a self deprecating wish that you liked him back, and it actually comes true, but he likes the actual you and wants the real you back (unlike bear, i hate that guy.)

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It’s a sickly feeling to love. An emotion he never considered. Tomura liked you, a lot more than he should’ve. It’s an achy feeling, akin to a disease rotting beneath his skin.

Each drag of his nails against his own skin brought only momentarily relief. Regret floods his bones as he stares at the corpse below. Mon’s dead, and it’s his fault. He would blame you if he could, but it was never your intention to kill Mon. It was his.

A wish willow, a stupid fucking joke. He didn’t make the wish in hopes you’d like him. It was a fleeting fantasy, when the buzz of the alcohol hit just right — he wanted to believe — a stick wouldn’t magically make you love him. At least that’s what he thought, but it did.

The you he loved is gone. Tomura feels like shit. He felt like shit when you fell for him, and now he feels even shittier knowing he can’t fix it. You’re crying—or the fake version of you at least is. You’re sobbing in such a pitiful way, it makes his stomach churn.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. That wish willow’s a toy. A fun game, something idiotic to do to pass time. Now you’re gone, even though you’re sitting so close to him.

“I’m sorry — it’s just that — you kept ignoring me, and..” You sniffled, voice shaky as you spoke. “You’re not even coming near me, did I ruin us? Please, what did I do wrong?”

Tomura feels ill as he hears you apologize, as if this entire thing wasn’t his fault. Your choice of saying ‘us’ makes bile rise in the back of his throat. There was never a you and him. He so desperately wanted to be, but not at the choice of your own freedom.

You didn’t kill Mon, this wasn’t you. It’s this wish, it’s all his fault—worst of all? You’re still crying. Or whatever possessing you is. You never wanted this, never needed this wish.

“It’s..” Tomura isn’t sure what to say. ‘It’s fine?’ No, he can’t say that, because everything isn’t fine. He’s done something he never thought was possible, he’s hurting you in the process, and his dog’s now dead because of it. “I’ll — We’ll get through this. Stop crying so much.”

He barely gets the words out, everything’s spinning. How can he fix this? How can he free you? From the moment he snapped that stick, he felt only regret.

Your sudden shift in attitude scared him, it was supposed to be fake. Why did it have to be real? The one time he let loose, only to end up ruining you. He’s wished on countless stars before, all selfish and self serving — he knew they wouldn’t come true — so why did this one have to be?

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“Kill me, Tomura please.” A raw whisper coming from your sleeping form, or at least the control the wish had on you was dormant. “Please — make it stop — Tomura, please.”

Fuck. The guilt eats him up alive. How can he kill you? He took your bodily autonomy, now you expect him to kill you too? He can’t, he really can’t.

“I’ll undo it. You just have to trust me, I know I started this shit — but please, I’ll undo it.” Tomura struggles to get the words out. “None of this was your fault. It’s mine, my fault entirely. You’re not fucking dying because of my shitty wants.”

He can’t breathe, it’s all too much. You're his best friend, anyone would hate hearing their friends beg them to kill them. However, Tomura gets it. He’d also ask you to kill him if he were in your shoes.

Tomura has to find a way fast, if he had to watch his own body do things he’d never do — he’d also wish for death. You liked his dog, almost more than he did at one point. He can’t imagine how it feels.

He felt shitty finding Mon bleeding — how much worse would it feel killing Mon? — hands turning crimson, yet being unable to stop yourself, Tomura almost hurls at the idea. A part of him wants to reassure you that he’ll fix this.

Yet he can’t risk waking the other you. His hands shake as he exits the room. He has to fix this. Somehow or another, he’ll undo his mistake. His eyes wander to his kitchen. Knives somewhere in the cupboards.

Tomura will look, look until he’s certain there’s a solution — if there isn’t then, getting rid of the wish maker will rid you of it, right?

But that’s only a final resort. Tomura can’t just fucking kill himself to get rid of the consequences of his own actions. He needs to free you, then once that’s done? He needs to turn himself in, or anything to undo the trauma he’s caused you.

Tomura isn’t sure he can handle the guilt, yet he’s sure as hell not accepting this wish — you’re his friend — the person of his affection. He liked you because you were you, not whatever magic bullshit coursing through you.

He won’t ruin your life because a selfish part of him wanted to be yours, not now, not ever. Tomura likes you, and he likes you enough to know that this? This will never be what you deserved, because you’ve always deserved much more.

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Hot take take but I’m kinda into the mean tomura fics where he degrades the reader💔

Hey anon what if I said there was a 15k intro to my got au…honestly I think the todoroki’s would be more house Lannister since to me they’ve always represented wealth/power. Rei to me would be the Lannister while Enji marries in the family to try and elevate the status even more 😭 Kurogiri as a Hightower makes sense, but I can also see him as a Stark!

• pairing demonic/parasitetomu! x reader

It’s a pointless wish. You’ve heard things were better left unsaid. You know it won’t come true—but you can pretend—can’t you? For tonight it’s all you have, the comfort in the empty morning. When dawn comes you can pretend this feeling wasn’t there.

Cw: hurt/no comfort, unreliable narrator, implied guilt during sex, tshd au, not proofread sorry!!

A/N - it’s his birthday, yay…Tomura is NOT Tenko in this, he’s like a parasite/demon that currently occupies the space. Tenko is dead in this, but you’re implied to be lovers. And tomura feels that love for you from his host too

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It’s dark. You shouldn’t be here, yet you sneak out anyways. The silence seems to stretch on forever. There’s crickets in the distance, though most people lay asleep. The world stilled as you exit from your window. It was only a short height, yet it was enough to make you stumble lightly.

You’re thankful for the family that took you in — you truly are — you know they don’t deserve this. You shouldn’t run, not again at least.

He crosses your mind. He always seems to do just that, you wondered if you crossed his thoughts just as often. Though that’s only a hopeful wish.

Each step feels heavy, as though the world wants to swallow you whole. Each trek down the hillside makes your legs ache, the heels rubbing your skin raw. Blood most likely soaking the fabric of your shoes, a dull soreness that’ll settle after your journey.

Thankfully the bag you carry only has a few things, it won’t be a long stay out. Just a moment to commemorate the day. To remember Tenko by.

That thing isn’t Tenko. Everyone tells you he is, still, there’s no way that’s your Tenko. There’s something wrong with it, it wears his face, but if it thinks it can fool you — it can’t.

You’ve known Tenko all your life. Down to his favorite color, his favorite foods, animals, movies, games — that thing does not. It calls itself Tenko Tomura.

Tomura? Tomura? It tried Tenko, you know it did. That thing recoiled when it tried saying his name. Everyone says that’s him, you know otherwise. Your Tenko would never be so cruel, heartless.

So here you were, going somewhere the other Tenko wouldn’t know about. Something only the original would know. The others threw a party for Tomura, they don’t know. You can’t bring yourself to tell them. Tenko’s just as important to them as you, you couldn’t ruin the party for everyone else.

Not when you couldn’t prove that thing wasn’t him. So here you hid, sitting by the tree you first truly met Tenko by.

You ran around often, it was a daily occurrence back then. The tenth time you ran, he was the first one to find you. Tenko didn’t drag you back either, he sat with you. Waited until it was too late for the both of you, despite your insistence on being alone—he stayed.

That’s who Tenko was. Someone who’d try to fix things, even if he didn’t need to. Because Tenko was good. He always was. So why did it have to be him?

You feel dirty. Dirty for letting Tomura stay in your life. He killed Tenko! He killed him and stole his skin. Yet you can’t seem to escape him. Abandoning Tomura was like erasing Tenko. Cutting him out of your life meant forgetting Tenko.

The rest of the league were Tenko’s friends first. Who’d they believe? You? Tomura? What can you do? Your best friend’s dead, and no one will believe you—because that thing is wearing his skin.

You want to cry. You want to yell, but you can’t. It’s Tenko’s birthday, you can’t ruin it by crying. You unzip your bag, bringing out a sad looking cupcake. Roughened up by your journey here, you couldn’t bring anything fancier—but this will have to do—it’s all you have tonight.

The candle is a light blue color, it’s only one candle. If you had the time you would’ve bought the numbered ones, put two on the cupcake for his age. Nonetheless, you can’t. The real Tenko is dead. He won’t age any longer, the thing that took his place will.

It’s a pathetic excuse of a birthday, but it’s real. For a moment you can pretend Tenko is the one you’re hanging out with. He’d appreciate the sentiment, no matter how insignificant you think it’d be.

“Didn’t anyone tell you it’s dangerous to be out this late..?” A familiar voice reaches your ears, so similar to the point it’s eerie.

Tomura. How is he here? This area was Tenko’s, not his. “What do you want? If it’s so dangerous, why are you here?” There’s no point in pretending. Tenko’s dead, why pretend you believe this thing?

“It’s my birthday. Shouldn’t I be allowed to celebrate?” Tomura sits down beside you, a casual expression on his face. Calm, collected, bored—as if he didn’t kill Tenko—as if he’s something other than a parasite.

Looking at him feels wrong. You feel sick for these buried feelings churning in your stomach, the proximity was confusing your brain. This isn’t Tenko, so why do you want it to be him so bad?

If things were different, you’d be telling him. Telling Tenko the extent of your emotions, confessing on his birthday again would be cliche—yet, it’d be real. Realer than whatever the thing beside you was.

At least it had some dignity, as it gave you the silence you so graciously craved. Tomura clears his throat, hesitation obvious on his face. It disgusts you—why is it hesitating? Hasn’t it done enough? It already killed your best friend, now it feels shame?

“You’re avoiding me. Why?” There’s faux sadness in his voice, enough to tug at your heartstrings. Enough to the point you could delude yourself that this was Tenko.

You can’t answer his question. You can’t lie to Tomura, just like how you can’t lie to Tenko. It’s appendages wrap around you, pulling you in for a hug you can’t refuse. Your stomach twists and turns at the contact. Guilt bubbling beneath the surface.

Tomura continues to hold you close, his head presses into the crook of your neck. Palms shakily sneaking just below your shirt. Letting the cold digits drag across your warm skin. “Why don’t you love me anymore? Did I do something..?”

It spoke so clearly, so genuinely that you almost believed it. Though the only thing on your mind, was its hands. The ones crawling up your skin—cold, undead—Tenko always ran on the cooler side, but this? This was something only a corpse could emit.

That was enough to remind you what you were dealing with. This thing is dangerous. It will kill you, it’ll ruin you like it did Tenko. As bile rises up your throat, you push it down. Pivoting to face him, before you loosely wrap your arms around him. You avert his gaze, you can’t bear it.

You can’t look into those eyes without remembering. This isn’t him, it just sounds and looks like him. You can’t forget that.

“Of course, I..I love you. You’re my best friend, always.” The sentence comes out wrong, forced, Tomura doesn’t seem to mind. It ignores your comfort, in favor of its own wants.

It holds you tighter, maneuvering you in whichever way it preferred. It’s wrong to reciprocate, you know that—so why are you following along? Guilt gnaws at your skin, chewing and biting what it can.

Guilt is useless, it does nothing to stop you. You go through the motions, pulling Tomura closer with just as much desperation. It’s Tenko’s his birthday, how can you refuse?

Regret will seep deep into your bones tomorrow, that you know to be true. For now, you can pretend.

Tomura knows, knows just as much as you do. You don’t believe him, you never had. This isn’t love, at least not what you felt for Tenko—but despair clouds your judgement, while Tomura’s motivations follow the body which he inhabits.

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Don’t know if you guys wanna see this but its tomura related..

• pairing: tomura x reader

Tomura wasn’t sure when it began, nor was he sure if he’d ever stop this affair. The league says he’s being irrational, to him it’s networking. Besides it’ll work out in the end, would it not? When he kills that hero husband of yours — you’d take his side, wouldn’t you? It’s not like you love the man.

Cw: implied arranged marriage, implied neglectful partner(?), cheating(?), reader and unnamed hero are not actual overs.

A/N — tldr, tomu starts liking the partner of a pro hero. Becomes an affair partner(?) and then plans to kill your husband. Some league talk, I haven’t played in a while so the reference might be outdated. NOT proofread + small blurb thingy for a maybe full series.

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Tomura didn’t think he’d get this far. It was morbid curiosity at first. A pro hero’s lover being an informant for Giran? How couldn’t he be intrigued?

It was supposed to be small. A tiny check in, a way to learn why people betray their own. You were married, a popular hero — not too popular — but enough for the general public to know that name.

Tomura dumbed it down as curiosity. If he wanted to be a better leader, he had to know the reasons, the signs when someone is leaking intel.

Your first ever conversation with him led to more questions than answers, the next felt far worse. He couldn’t get a read no matter how hard he tried. Spinner said to drop it, but to Tomura this was just networking, was it not?

If he wanted to bring hero society down, he had to get better at bringing people to his side — and so, he started with you.

It started small, it always did. Too little, too quiet, a festering rot that even he didn’t notice at first. Only realizing until that rot practically engulfed him whole.

He’s in your bed, he shouldn’t be. Your husband’s coming home, or maybe he wouldn’t? Tomura wouldn’t put it past a hero to miss out on his own anniversary.

Tomura never thought he’d ever be an affair partner, yet here he was. Did it count? If the marriage was arranged did it count?

This thing between you two — was it real? Tomura wasn’t sure he’d be ready for the answer.

At first, he came here for more insider info. To get the whole truth out of you, instead of whatever chopped up bits and pieces Giran gave him.

Now he’s found himself coming here just for the smallest reasons. A keychain, an arcade toy, random objects he found that made him think of you — then he’s there — at your place because you just happened to cross his mind.

“I don’t know, wouldn’t Vayne be the best league character?” You muttered, snarling Tomura out of his thoughts.

“Are you fucking serious?” He scowled, drowning out his earlier inner ramblings with this conversation.

It was simple, easy, Tomura never felt as free as he did now. Which he shouldn’t be feeling. You’re married, so why was it so nice with you?

“Vayne has high stats, yeah, that just means you don’t need skill to play her.”

“But doesn’t having her in a game practically guarantee a win? She’s so strong.” You didn’t play league, but that didn’t matter.

What mattered to Tomura was you trying to engage in this discussion with him despite your lack of expertise.

It wasn’t even just sex anymore. Tomura liked you. Liked you more than he thought he would. He came out of curiosity, sex just sort of happened, to downright being in love with you.

He wonders how long you both could keep this up, how long you’d stay with that hero — most of all, how willing would you turn to him when he kills that husband of yours.

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• paring: tomura x reader

You couldn’t help yourself, your boss was far too tempting. A kiss here and there never hurt anyone, did it? The way his breath hitches, how his face flushes — everything about him — oh, it drives you crazy. Honestly, once isn’t enough. A few more won’t kill him, would it?

Cw: coming mostly untouched(?), kissing(?) you technically kiss his face, spoiled tomura, loser tomura, he might be a virgin loser in this(?), don’t do this with your boss, lov needs an hr department.

A/N — what if we torture that man psychosexually and make him nut over a kiss. Are you seeing the vision? Not proofread. Short fic as an apology since I’m too busy to update the other fics, sorry !

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“Is this okay?” You muttered, lips pressing into the curvature of his neck. His hips pressed forward, trying to slot himself between your legs.

“S’fine—shit, why are you s-so far?” His voice pitched up in the end, chest heaving as Tomura tried to keep his cool.

You only smiled in return, it was rare to see your boss so winded. Face flushed, fingers desperately tugging you closer — and who were you to refuse? You leaned forward once more, face dangerously close to his.

You watched as his breath hitched, how his eyes closed, how he pathetically awaited your kiss, so helpless to the point you couldn’t help but tease him. At the very last second, your head tilts slightly — lips attacking the birth mark on his face — a whine, a gasp is then thrown your way.

“F-fuck—fuck y-you.” He whimpered, eyes squeezing shut. This wasn’t fair in the slightest. You held all the cards tonight — it was exhilarating — your oh-so powerful boss reduced to a whimpering mess.

It almost made you feel guilty; almost. Tormenting him came first. With a perfectly crafted smile, you whispered a quiet apology, before cruelly licking a stripe across his neck.

If looks could kill, Tomura would’ve killed you eons ago. His heart was racing, you could feel it. His bottom lip quivered, red eyes watering with unshed tears.

“Tomura, hasn’t anyone told you this isn’t proper workplace behavior? You shouldn’t seduce your subordinates.”

“Screw you. Mh-mphfuck—” he groaned, trying to suppress his whines. His hands dug further into your sides, the indents of his fingers formed marks underneath your clothing.

His spoiled nature was getting to you. Even you felt affected by this sudden tension. You supposed you could indulge him, he was your boss after all.

You lightly grazed his current hard-on, working to build up a proper handjob later, however Tomura was clearly worse off than you thought.

“M’c-close—? haaa—” warmth flooded his faded sweatpants, a wet spot forming on the top. You jerked your hand back, feeling heat rush to your face.

“Tomura, normally people say that before they finish.” You groaned, exasperated by this whole ordeal.

You thought your boss, the man with insane stamina, able to keep up with most heroes would have better self control. Seriously, who cums while warning you they’re close? Tomura does.

You’re edging him next time.

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• Pairing: ghost!tomura x reader

Your daughter was strange to say the least, you love the poor girl — but something was off. Your daughter constantly stared at the blank spaces in your home, calling out a name you thought you’ve long forgotten. She can’t possibly remember him, can she?

Cw: inspired by the k-drama “hi, bye mama!” Ghost tomura, angst, hurt/comfort, open ending? Takes place a few years after BNHA ending.

A/N — tldr: Tomura tries to be a present father even though he’s already passed. Tomura pov + reader pov at the end. Short fic, Not proofread. New years started off terribly so everyone gets this shitty fic as a gift :)

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Tomura can’t remember much about his life before. He knows he started a war, he knows he hated heroes — and he knows you — the one who stayed behind.

When he asked you to join him, you ran. Refusing his offer to be something greater, to tear down this wretched society. He couldn’t blame you, it was a tall request, though he wished desperately that you would’ve considered.

Looking back on it — no wonder you ran — how could he be better than any hero if he forced you to fight?

Tomura should’ve asked questions, he knew you agreed with him. So why did he foolishly let you go? He should’ve said something that night, ran after you, begged you to tell him anything.

Now he has to deal with the consequences for the rest of his life undead time. You never talked about it, he never inquired. Kids were the last thing on his mind — he was a villain — he had other things to worry about.

A family was something people like him didn’t get to have, a thing he was glad you left him for to pursue.

The kid was his — he was certain — the child was practically a mini him. She was different, she had a similar quirk to Nana, it wasn’t anything destructive like decay.

Tomura wasn’t sure if he envied his own spawn or if he was glad she got the better chance at life. It was a hectic mess, though he doesn’t dwell on the past any longer.

You’re a pretty good mom, he noticed that the more he stuck around. Was this why you ran? Did you not trust that he could be a good father? There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things that’ll permanently be left unanswered.

He wasn’t sure if he’d like to know your thoughts on the matter either. If you assumed he’d be similar to his father…well, Tomura doesn’t think he’d be able to handle it.

It’s so silly the more he thinks about it. A strange concoction of emotions that overwhelm him. It wasn’t hard caring for her, it wasn’t in the slightest.

When you’d fall asleep in the living room — he cares for her — he doesn’t blame you for your exhaustion. You’re human, tired, struggling, and overworking yourself to provide for her.

Though he can’t help the envy he feels at the sight. Despite his death, how terrible it must be juggling jobs to keep afloat, you never once raise your voice. The kind of parent Tomura wishes he had, the kind Tomura wished he could be.

The girl babbled in front of him, a child no older than four. She had his eyes, her nose similar to yours. A mini mixture of you and him.

“Mom’s tired isn’t she?” He softly muttered, trying to keep a gentle tone. He watched the way you did it.

How you’d enunciate your words to help her understand it better. She giggled at his words, trying to hold onto him, but to no avail. She flinched back at the contact, almost like a cold shiver went through her.

Tomura wished he could hold her in return. If he ran with you that day, would things be different? Would he be here now? Watching over your shared kid, hugging you close, helping around when you were overwhelmed — would that have been his future?

It’s entirely domestic, a luxury Tomura knew he couldn’t afford then, and now most certainly cannot.

He gives her advice on her drawing, tells her to add a dog. She asks questions, bubbly and full of enthusiasm, and he tries to match her energy.

It’s exhausting, nonetheless he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tomura never dreamed of having a family, he almost wishes he did things differently.

Then he’s reminded of this rotten society, and he’s instantly convinced that he’d do it all over again if given the chance. Though with one key difference — he’d convince you to stay on his side, and most of all he’d make sure to win.

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You love your daughter, of course you do — however there’s something off. You don’t know when exactly it happened, yet lately she’s been acting strange.

Your friends tell you it’s normal for kids her age to have imaginary friends, but were their imaginary friends supposed to be named after someone they shouldn’t know?

Her speech isn’t the greatest, nonetheless the sounds she makes seem rather similar to the name — Tomura — you’ve never mentioned him

It scares you, not the fact that she’s different…it’s the thought she knows something you’d rather leave in the past.

Tomura’s dead. You remembered it clearly, post partum was hard — finding out he died made it harder. You told everyone her father was gone before she was even born, a part of you feels guilty for manifesting it into existence.

You knew you couldn’t tell Tomura, you couldn’t just have her on the run either. So you left. It was easier than staying. Tomura wouldn’t have changed for you, at least not entirely.

She needed stability, not a villain for a father. You promised to keep it a secret for her sake, so why does she know him?

Ghosts aren’t real, you don’t think they are. But what if? Even if they were, what would that change?

The more you think about it, the crazier everything seems. You dated a villain, got knocked up, ran away, and lied to your daughter on who her father was. The universe might really have it out for you — now she speaks of a man exactly like him.

It’s unnerving, you try to stay strong, nonetheless it still hurts.

“M-mom…look what I mmade with T-tomu!” She ran up to you, all elated and excited.

You didn’t think it could get worse, but it did. It always does. A dog, you, her — Tomura — in what seems to be a crudely drawn garden, the sentiment would’ve been cute, if not for the obvious red flags in this picture.

Tomura. You have no photos of him, you never spoke of him, you tried to hide it in the dark — a secret you’d take to your grave. So why does she know him?

You zoned out for the rest of the day after that, you went through the motions. Feeding her, playing with her, tucking her into bed. The usual, now with time to unwind — you rush into the bathroom — splashing water across your shaken expression.

When you raise your gaze, you see something in the mirror. No, not thing, more so someone you shouldn’t be seeing.

“Hey.” What? The same hoarse voice, those same red eyes you fell for, the same hesitation on his face.

He can’t be here, it doesn’t make sense. However, most of the population has superpowers — so maybe? It made sense, yet didn’t.

He can’t be here, he shouldn’t be.

Tomura.

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• Pairing: Tomura x demon!reader

Tomura knew demons weren’t real. Truly there’s no way they could be, besides what could possibly be scarier than master? It was a moment of weakness — pure horniness — and boredom that he tried to summon a succubus. Now how does he explain this to Kurogiri?

Cw: pure stupidity, crack fic, small bits of nsfw, takes place before the events in BNHA but if Tomura summoned a demon.

• Prologue, 2 — loading next…

A/N — Not proofread, this is a mini intro to the series! TLDR = tomura summons a demon as a joke and gets more than he bargained for.

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Tomura was so screwed. He’s done a lot of stupid things before, things master reprimanded him of constantly, but this had to be the dumbest thing he ever did. How does he even explain this to Kurogiri?

There’s a succubus in his bed. A hot one.

He didn’t think it would work. Master let him go out for the day, something along the lines of broadening his horizons. Though Tomura was sure Master would come to regret that if he knew what Tomura had done.

The day was quiet, All Might was in town. Practically every villain was silent, so Tomura took to the library — eagerly researching on ways to take the old bastard down. That’s when he saw it, a book that had a faint glow to it.

Was it a quirk? Could it be useful?

The librarian won’t notice if this raggedy thing went missing, right? So he stole it, simple as that. The cover was thick, the bindings were old, a very worn, and dated piece of literature.

Tomura always hid in his room when Kurogiri didn’t need him, and the man seemed to be out for the day anyways. Which meant he was left to his own devices.

Sure, he could lounge in that living room? Bar area? Whatever, it didn’t matter. But, that monitor creeped him the hell out. He’d rather be alone than have Master or the doctor be privy to his needs.

It was a demonology book. Novel? Grimoire on demon-summoning? What was the difference? Tomura wasn’t that big on horror, he already had enough nightmares to haunt him. So he wasn’t certain on the wording or the right terminology, nonetheless the book was filled with information.

He can’t tell if this was written before or after quirks, however the detail was impeccable. Curiosity bloomed in his mind, if it worked…could he summon a demon to kill All Might? That would be his main dream.

The grimoire was never ending, no matter how much Tomura flipped through — a new page always appeared right after. It had all sorts of different kinds of religious, and cultural elements to it.

Tomura skimmed through the fallen angel section, too much work to summon those, the seven sins were even more tedious. Tomura didn’t want an imp helping him either — fuck — what should he choose?

That’s if the book even worked in the first place.

He laughed when he saw the incubus and succubus section. Who could possibly be that desperate to summon one?

…Oh

His face felt hot, he knew he shouldn’t be considering it, but he’s a young adult. It’s normal to think about this maybe once or twice. Not like he’d actually summon one nor would it work.

Besides he’d rather summon a strong demonic entity over some creature that lives and feeds off arousal.

“Fuck.” Tomura snarled, the paper was old, yet somehow sharp enough to slice his fingertip. Small droplets of blood fell onto the page.

Landing on the symbols with text near it. The words were in Latin? At least that’s what he assumed it was. The words seemed easy enough to say — and so, Tomura as stupid as he was — said them.

“V-Venire..? Or wait, is it Venit—Ow, fuck.” The newly formed scar on his fingertip started to sting and burn. Tomura was used to scars, especially considering how messed up his neck is, but paper cuts seriously sucked.

The grimoire was old, the yellowed paper was most certainly full of all sorts of germs.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed the object off his lap in favor of searching for tissue. It glowed.

What? What the hell?

Why was it glowing? The page he was on immediately changed, the sheets flipping through randomly before a strange light emitted from the novel. He braced himself for an explosion, eyes squeezing shut to protect them from the blinding sight.

“Oh dear, did you call?” A soft, syrupy voice echoed out. Hypnotic in a way that Tomura was certain if it were anybody else, they’d fall for it.

FuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuckFuck—

Demons were not real. So what the hell was the thing on his bed?

“I don’t bite you know? Unless you want me to.” A slight lilt to your voice. Your eyes glanced at the grimoire, before switching back to him. You took in the sight in front of you, mind working to piece things together.

Unholy shit, your summoner was a dumbass. Before you could continue that thought, he finally spoke up.

“So…the book is real?” He mumbled, his nails reaching up to dig into his neck. This had to be a joke. The universe already put him through so much, a succubus now? Kurogiri was gonna kill him.

“Hm, what do you think? Do you wanna find out if I’m real?”

“No. No, absolutely not. Go back to whatever hellhole you came from.” As tempting as it was to screw around, this wasn’t a dream.

So what if you’re hot? The idea of anyone finding out his blunder was so humiliating — all his libido instantly disappeared. Died, gone, not a single horny side of him was awake. The shame was too great to even consider sleeping with a succubus.

“What? You summoned me—how am I supposed to go back? I’m bound to you.” You argued back, frustration lacing your tone.

“By accident! How the hell was I supposed to know all it takes to summon you a drop of blood?”

“You read the words out loud.” Oh. Oh, Tomura assumed his shitty Latin didn’t count, but apparently it did. Just his luck, now he had a demonic entity bound to his soul.

He can’t tell if this was worrying or kinda hot. God, how he wished his head focused and worked right now — no, not his other head — but the head screwed onto his shoulders.

Should he be worried? Absolutely, however tomura was sure he could think of somtheing. Just as long as he had a few hours to make a plan. At least Kurogiri wasn’t home yet.

“Tomura Shigaraki, holing yourself up is rather unwise. I’ve restocked the fridge, may I suggest it’s time to eat?”

Oh fuck.

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