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Kissin’ on Tomura

ouuu 🤤🤤🤤

Tags: gn!reader, literally just…kissing

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I feel like Tomura would actually really enjoy kissing…once he gets used to it.

I’m so angry about how the villains were handled in the ending of MHA that I don’t even know where to start. It feels like Horikoshi spent years building these characters up, giving them backstories dripping with tragedy, setting up these complex moral gray areas, and then in the final act he just dropped them. Dropped all of them. Like their entire narrative weight suddenly didn’t matter.

Tomura Shigaraki. This is a character who had one of the strongest villain arcs in shōnen in YEARS. A child groomed, tortured emotionally, denied stability, denied guidance, denied love - turned into a weapon by his "mentor", twisted and gaslit until he couldn’t tell if he even had thoughts of his own anymore. We saw him struggle with identity, with autonomy, with his dreams. He deserved liberation. He deserved a future, or at the very least, a conclusion that honored everything he had endured. Instead, what did we get? A rushed “you’re saved now, time to die” send-off. Hori built him for years, only to reduce him to a stepping stone for Deku’s character development. It’s infuriating.

And the worst part is that the story pretended to care. It pretended his breakthrough mattered. It pretended his pain was important. It dangled hope - the possibility of choice, of change, of liberation - and then ripped it away because god forbid the protagonist’s idealism actually be tested in a meaningful way. The message unintentionally becomes: your suffering matters until it clashes with the protagonist’s idealism.

It just hurts. Because the villains were the emotional spine of the story. They were the mirror the heroes needed to confront. They were the commentary on society’s failings. And yet they were treated like disposable chess pieces in the end.

The ending feels like it’s trying desperately to deliver a clean moral message in a world that Horikoshi himself spent years establishing as morally messy. You can’t write characters whose entire existence is proof of systemic failure and then handwave their fates to keep the hero shiny and untarnished. You can’t call it "saving" when you don’t let them live long enough to actually experience being saved. You can’t spend hundreds of chapters showing how broken the system is, how it creates people like Shigaraki, Dabi or Toga, and then decide in the finale that actually, the system was fine all along and the villains just needed to conveniently die to prove it.

And it’s not that we wanted all the villains to survive or be redeemed neatly. We wanted endings that respected their narratives. That felt consistent with the emotional investment the story demanded.

It feels like Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, the entire League - all of them - were punished for their own author’s exhaustion. And that’s heartbreaking. Because they deserved better. They earned better. They weren’t just "bad guys." They were survivors of systems that failed them. And yet Hori gave them rushed resolutions, moral shortcuts, and farewells that felt like he wanted to be done with the history yet, no matter the cost. It just feels like Horikoshi was exhausted and the villains paid the price for his burnout.

No amount of pretty animation or hype moments can cover the fact that Hori threw away his own most powerful narratives threads And honestly? I don’t think that sting is ever going to fade.

Inexperienced Tomura with his sensitive gf

sighhh…had to stop reading a rough ass smut to write this…like stop being mean…🫩

Tags: fem!reader, implied reader has more experience, tomura losing his virginity, he’s so awkward at first, VULNERABILITY (terrifying), kinda like hurt-comfort in the beginning before it gets back to smut, soft sex that turns to slightly rougher sex- nothing crazy tho, PRAISEEEE

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God, Tomura’s in heaven right now.

You’re under him, all pretty and willing and eager, letting him explore and learn with your body. You don’t flinch at his touch or back away from his rough skin. You lean in, you caress him and pull him closer, and say his name like it’s something good.

But Tomura is…so inexperienced. It’s clear that everything he’s learned is from porn, and not the good kind (although there really isn’t a ‘good kind’). He’s grabbing a bit too hard, biting a bit too rough, and speaking a bit too mean- and he’s doing it all with a surprising amount of confidence despite this being his first time.

Lots of other people might be into that, but you’re just…not.

Idk when I was younger, you could just go and go and find exciting new websites full of whatever cool things you wanted to explore. An overabundance of ways to occupy your time online.

Now, it's just... Social media. That's it. Social media and news sites. And I'm tired of social media and I'm tired of the news.

You're right that the internet is smaller than it used to be, but there's still some cool stuff left in the corners. I'd recommend checking checking out Neocities if you haven't--it's an independent web hosting platform like Geocities of the old web, and there are hundreds of interesting and active pages discoverable both through their search function and through web buttons (links attached to small pictures with the title of a website) within the websites themselves. Here are three examples of web buttons you may find in link pages:

Most Neocities websites have link pages or button collections with anywhere from tens to hundreds of these. Don't be afraid to explore!

If you're looking for something more like a search engine, I can point you towards Marginalia. It's not a particularly smart engine, but it's perfectly usable if you've ever been taught to use search engines back when they were mostly run through keywords instead of full sentence comprehension. There's also an "about" and "tips" section on the front page with more information. The algorithm of Marginalia can be filtered by the user to allow, disallow, or require JavaScript depending on your needs, plus there are filters designed specifically to prioritize web 1.0 sites or mostly text-based ones. It is possible to search for modern websites with it, but it can return websites from just about any decade (since the invention of the web, obviously) so long as they contain the information you're looking for. For example, here are some random interesting sites I've found using Marginalia:

Native Languages of the Americas: Native American Cultures

BASIC HTML COMPETENCY IS THE NEW PUNK FOLK EXPLOSION!

Earthbound Text Labs by Bill Eager

The possibilities for discovery are truly endless.

Now you might want to know about directories. These make browsing for websites easier, but require you to read through and judge which ones to visit, as there aren't algorithms ranking the sites besides the whim of whoever coded the directory. Some of them have themes, others don't. Here are two that I've used:

Yesterlinks Directory

Ichigo Directory

Directories can be harder to come by just by surfing the net, but they aren't impossible to find. Many personal websites have their own directories of interesting sites hidden within them.

Webrings are similar to directories, but are actually more community-based. You have to register your website to be a part of a webring, usually by sending an email to whoever runs it and meeting some kind of entry criteria. For example, my personal website used to be a part of a webring called Sweet Dreams, which was for websites that heavily utilize color palettes and images of cute things, particularly sweets. Webrings will give you access to a widget upon entry that allow visitors and other members to browse between the registered websites in a massive ring, ergo, where the term gets its name. Webrings can have any theme or criteria for entry. If you can make a website about it, you can find a webring for it.

Now, you might be wondering about social media alternatives. I can't offer much, but I can nudge you towards the idea of forums. Here's one I found that could really use some traffic. I also browse a bit on MelonLand forum, which is actually closed right now--it's currently closed on Mondays--but on any other day of the week, you can find a fun community there dedicated to web revival. You can find it through MelonLand's main page. I'd also recommend checking out SpaceHey, which is a MySpace clone that's customizable and easy to use.

Are you a word nerd like me, and my father before me?

Then may I introduce you to...

When you tug their belt to pull them closer…

Couldn’t pick so we’re doing boaf (separately)

Genuinely just a horny little thought I had

Tags: gn!reader, suggestive but no smut, super short little drabble

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Tomura’s panting as he pins you down, chapped lips slick with spit as you both get lost in the kiss. He’s not supposed to be doing this, he knows. There’s plans to make, meetings to have, news to review. But you, with your sweet kisses and eager body, always manage to pull him away…even if just for a moment.

Rough hands trail carefully down your sides, a shaky little gasp leaving his lips against yours as he grabs your hips but stops himself from pressing against you. A little whine leaves your throat, fingers tangling in his hair to tug him closer, but Tomura digs his heels in.

Reluctantly, oh so reluctantly, he pulls away from the kiss. He’s heaving softly, his face dusted pink and his eyes shining with desire, but he doesn’t push for more. Reaching up, he gently pulls your hands from his hair, grumbling softly. “…I can’t right now…”

The way you pout nearly kills him, so he looks away and starts getting up. But what Tomura doesn’t know is that you don’t feel like giving up that easily…not this time.

He freezes as your hands boldly reach out, fingers hooking through his front couple belt loops and yanking him back down by his hips. He loses his balance for a second, not expecting the sudden force, and his bulge lands directly between your thighs, right where you’ve both been wanting it.

Tomura’s eyes are wide as he stares down at you for a second, his mind struggling to comprehend your actions and how they affected him. But more than anything, he’s mentally reworking his schedule to fit in time for you.

The moment passes quickly, and a little grin spreads on his lips instead. He chuckles lightly, grabbing your wrists again but pinning them above your head this time. Tomura leans in, finally grinding his hips against you deliberately and letting you feel the way he’s throbbing in his pants because of your actions.

“Heh…Who said you can boss me around?”

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Dabi’s hands are scorching as they grope and squeeze at your waist, pinning you hard against the rough brick of the alley wall.

Getting caught up like this in the middle of a mission is not something he usually allows to happen…but sometimes it’s okay to indulge just a bit. Plus, you always look so goddamn sexy when you’re being just as ruthless as him.

Your hands are tangled in his black hair, tugging harshly to keep him where you want him, your lips moving needily against his. Dabi kisses like he has all the time in the world, lazy and deep and yet controlling every aspect of it. He groans quietly against your lips while you let out tiny moans against his.

He’s already hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, but he’s not pushing for more just yet. He doesn’t usually care much for duty or decorum, but it would cause trouble if those assholes you’re after managed to get away. That being said, it wouldn’t hurt just to relieve some pressure…

Right as he’s about to grind against you, though, an explosion goes off a block or two away from you. Pulling away abruptly, Dabi’s panting lightly and looking in that direction with a scowl, pissed off by the interruption and knowing you both have to actually do your jobs. “Shit…C’mon, let’s get this over with.”

He starts pulling away and you miss his heat immediately, impatience and frustration gnawing at the ache between your legs. Without thinking, you reach out and grab his belt buckle, firmly pulling him right back against you.

Dabi’s eyes go wide for a split second at your boldness, but a shit-eating grin spreads across his lips a second later. He’s more turned on than ever now, a rough chuckle leaving his throat while he easily gives in and grinds against you in earnest. His hands are even hotter now, sliding under your shirt without hesitation while his lips descend upon yours again.With you being all demanding and needy like this, any fucking mission can wait.

"huh? nah, we're just friends!"

you've said those words so many times, it could be considered a catchphrase by now. sat beside you, mammon nods along in agreement with a scoff, nose wrinkling with a pout as he blinks up at satan. "yah, what she said. why yall always got yer heads in the gutter 'bout us?"

satan stares back silently, eyes darting back and forth lazily between the two of you for a long moment with a look of exasperation. lifting one hand, he wags a finger at the space–or lack thereof–between you and mammon. "i know you don't have much experience in having friends, mammon‐" "hah?!" "-but normally, friends don't cuddle with each other."

you feel mammon's arms tighten around you, tugging you closer against his chest and shifting his body to block you from satan's view. cheek now smushed into his chest, you have to crane your neck to peek over his shoulder, met with the sight of satan shaking his head while sighing in a way that reminds you of lucifer. "friends can cuddle! yer jealous cause the human don't wanna cuddle with you!" mammon's quick to defend, and it's your turn to nod in agreement, even sticking your tongue out at satan playfully. mammon snickers, lifting one hand off your waist to stroke your head. "that's my girl, good human!"

satan's now pinching the bridge of his nose, a furrow between his eyebrows as he turns to leave. "great, your idiocy is contagious and the human's caught it. we'll have to quarantine the living room before anyone else gets infected." the sound of his footsteps fade until you and mammon are left alone in silence. arms loosening around you just a bit, mammon goes slack with an annoyed grumble, dropping his head down until it rests against yours and his breath tickles your forehead. "stupid jerk.. s'totally normal for us to cuddle.. right?"

you nod again, squirming to free your arms from where they'd been trapped between you two to wrap them around mammon's shoulders, tilting your head back to look up at him. he meets your gaze with a familiar look of insecurity he thinks he hides well. "totally! back in the human world, me and my girlfriends would cuddle all time when we had sleepovers! smarty pants doesn't know what he's talkin about," you reassure him with a coo, stroking his hair sweetly. physical affection between friends has always been normal to you, and you didn't understand why all the brothers found it weird when you and mammon got close. maybe it was because he was a boy and you were a girl? hm..

mammon brightens at your words, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his arms tighten around you again now that you've chased his doubts away. "ha! yeah, i knew that! 'm tellin ya, they're all jealous ya like me more," he says with all the conviction in the world, tugging you up further onto his chest with a happy sigh as he relaxes back into the couch cushions, "totally normal."

"totes normal," you agree, tucking your head underneath his chin as you get comfortable on his chest. you can hear the steady thumping of his heart, the sound comforting and familiar, eyelids drooping low as you let it lull you into a state of sleepiness. you were just about to slip into unconsciousness when mammon's voice catches your attention, bringing you back. "would it be normal if we.. kissed too?"

lifting yourself up until your hovering over him, mammon blinks up at you with wide eyes, hands twitching nervously over your sides like he's keeping himself from pulling you back down into him. kissing. that's something you never did with your friends back in the human world, but you've seen it in movies and read about it in a few books. friends made out sometimes, right? why else would they put it in films and write about it if it didnt happen? yeah.. yeah!

smiling down at him, you nod in agreement, resting your hands on his chest as you sit on his abdomen. "sure! it's just another way of showing affection, right? totally normal!" mammon's expression melts into one of relief, hands holding more firmly onto your sides as he nods along with your words. "yeah! yeah, yer right! just kissin, it aint nothin serious. totally normal!"

you both go quiet after that, caught in a weird staring contest, as if you're both waiting for the other to do something. mammon's fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, causing it to bunch up around your hips and the cool air of the room sending a little chill up your spine as it hits your exposed lower back. you squirm slightly, unconscious of your position and accidentally rubbing your ass back against mammon's crotch, and his hips press up into the movement so subtly, its obvious it was on instinct instead of purposely. mouth suddenly feeling dry, you lick your lips, and mammon's eyes dart down to follow your tongue. his chest rises under your palms as he sucks in a sharp breath.

"hey.." he murmurs quietly, eyes still trained on your mouth.

"yeah?" you mumble back, your own gaze lowering to his lips.

"c'mere."

you lean in without complaint, mammon's hand cupping around the nape of your neck to pull you in faster as he tilts his head to catch you in a kiss. it's just a kiss, simple, your lips pressed against his for a few moments before you two pull back. it's quiet again, you both sharing a few blinks before you're crashing back into each other.

fingers tangling in his hair, you tug his head back so you can get a better angle, licking into his mouth until mammon whines and presses his tongue to yours. his arms sneak around your waist, hands dragging up the length of your back and pushing your shirt up with it, his warm palms contrasting with the cold room and sending more shivers up your spine. you can taste the sweetness of the candy you two had shared earlier, sucking the flavor from his tongue before breaking away with a wet pop, mammon chasing after your mouth with a whimper. he's quick to find another way to keep his mouth busy, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he smothers your throat with open mouthed kisses and bites just hard enough to make you gasp.

hands moving down your sides, his palms cup around your ass with a gentle squeeze, using his grip to guide your hips down against his in slow grinds. dragging your clothed pussy over the quickly growing bulge in his pants, he whimpers again, the sound muffled against your skin. "this is normal, yeah? tell me it's okay, please," he begs, nosing along your jaw until his lips are pressed to the corner of your mouth, waiting. you bite down on your lip, trapping a moan in the back of your throat as mammon continues humping up against you. it has to be normal, right? it feels too good to not be.

"yuh huh, sooo normal, monnie," you rush out in one breath, voice pitching around a whine when the button of his pants bumps against your clit. thats all mammon needed to hear, flipping your positions fast enough to make you dizzy. settling himself between your legs, he kisses you deep as he grinds down into you, holding himself up on one arm while the other rubs over your side. "fuck, this feels good! why weren't we doin this sooner?" he groans into the kiss, and now you're wondering the same thing, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him down closer, "ahhn, don't ever wanna stop.."

your lips part to share your agreements, but instead, a shrill scream cuts through the air.

mammon jolts so hard he nearly throws both of you off the side of the couch, barely catching himself in time as he whips his head around toward the door way. there stands asmodeus, both hands cupped over his cheeks as he stares at you both with wide, sparkling eyes. a few steps behind him is leviathan, looking equal parts disgusted and horrified. "eugh, on the couch?! you're sucha degenerate, mammon!"

mammon's jaw swings as he tries to speak, a high squeak escaped in lieu of any words as his face progressively gets more and more red. you can feel your own face heating, quickly hiding behind your palms. you hear asmodeus squeal, the sound of his heeled boots clicking against the floor getting horribly close. "ohhh, i knew you two were dating! always saying you're 'just friends' and yet here you are, getting all‐"

"shh-shut yer trap, asmo! we aint doin nothin! and we are friends! we were just... just wrestlin, thats all!"

"wrestling? with what, your tongues?" you hear leviathan comment, still standing in the doorway, and soon after mammon's jumping off of the couch and chasing him, the sound of them yelling slowly fading. peeking out from between your fingers, you see asmodeus still standing over you with a wide, teasing grin. "soooo?"

you only groan and turn over, burying your face into the cushions. maybe it wasnt that normal..