A little drabble for the bestest and cutest and prettiest and kindest birthday boy in the whole world 🥺💕
You swear you could count his lashes, fluttering against his flushed cheeks. Gently, your fingers carded through his heavy locks, drawing sighs of content from him. Soft puffs left his lips, pink and parted and glossy from when you had kissed him and left traces of your lipgloss on them. He looked so pretty like this.
You pouted as you watched him, a thumb brushing over his cheek. However, the moment you did, a whine escaped him and he furrowed his eyebrows.
“Hm?” you asked him when he glared at you with lidded eyes. His stare only intensified.
“What?” you laughed. With a groan, he sat up and - not without cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips - grabbed your hand to place it back into his hair.
You snorted at the petulant look he gave you.
“Really, Tenko?”
“You're-” your kiss interrupted him “- not-” another kiss “-supposed to-” kiss “stop.”
You giggled when he looked at you, cheeks flushed a deep red and his lips starting to bruise.
“Don't do that,” he murmured, but he leaned back into you regardless, mouth parted and a sweet groan leaving him already at the mere thought of kissing you more.
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summary: another year, another christmas with your family. but this year, you have backup. | hurt/comfort, your family is mean, cursing.
pairing: tomura shigaraki (tenko shimura) x gn!reader
a/n: i know :0 two posts in one week? what’s going on? lmao i kid i kid. this is my christmas present for @redr0sewrites and @unlovablelover !! sorry for ooc i’ve never written for my shiggy before :’(
YOU WERE STRESSED.
nothing was fitting right. this shirt’s fabric was too scratchy, that one was too slippery, that one was too warm - your mom always blasted the heat in her house - that one was too thin, and that one-
“love?” came a familiar, gravelly voice from the doorway of your shared room. you froze where you’d been tossing another shirt to the floor, as if you’d just been caught doing something you shouldn’t be. “are you.. okay?”
after a beat, you straightened, still holding the shirt you’d been about to discard as another reject for the night. “.. yeah,” you mumbled, rolling your shoulders back to loosen them. “just, uh.. trying to get dressed.”
you heard him hum in acknowledgement. you didn’t look up at him; he knew you too well. one look in your eyes and he’d have you figured out.
“i’ll be a few minutes,” you continued, all-too-aware of his footsteps in the carpet as he approached. “if you want to wait in the car, i’ll be out-”
his hand came up to trace the line of your jaw, and you - momentarily - forgot how to form words. he was gentle, so gentle, in the way his fingertips brushed over your skin, coming up to lift your chin so you’d meet his gaze.
at first, you pointedly kept your gaze on his neck. there was a dot of moisturizer he must’ve forgotten to smooth out, which you now wanted to rub into his skin. but then he brushed his thumb over your cheek, and your eyes snapped to his.
tomura shigaraki was not known to be a patient person. not by his friends, and definitely not by his estranged father. but with you? he’d wait forever.
so, he waited for you to explain. the way your gaze kept dipping from his told him you didn’t want him to know, and the mess of clothes on the floor and the bed said enough about your nerves for this dinner. one that you’d warned tomura about a good six times already.
“need help?” he murmured, a slight rasp accompanying his words. he was already dressed; dark slacks, a light blue sweater, and a black jacket he’d probably end up discarding as the night progressed.
you jerked your head to the side. “no,” you muttered. you could at least dress yourself. this wasn’t even the hardest part of the night; if you couldn’t pick out your own shirt, how would dinner go?
tomura hummed, raising his other hand to take the shirt you’d been gripping from you. “well, i think you should wear the blue sweater i got you,” he said. “so we can match.”
you huffed a short laugh. “thought i just said i didn’t need help,” you said, shutting your eyes so you wouldn’t have to meet his. “.. where’s the sweater?”
you knew he was smirking just by the sound of how his lips curved around his words. “under the tree,” he said, pulling one of your eyes open like he knew it’d piss you off. “want to open a few gifts early?”
an hour an a half later, after opening a few more presents than strictly necessary, a mug of hot chocolate, a few too many pictures taken on tomura’s cracked iphone, and a car ride of cheesy christmas carols, you were on the doorstep to your parent’s house. snow drifted down lazily, blanketing the ground and catching in yours and tomura’s hair.
he rang the doorbell, since both of your hands were occupied with the cake you’d made together. inside, you heard music and voices overlapping, which were only amplified as your cousin opened the door, offering a smile and gesturing you both inside.
general chaos ensued once you had entered. from setting the cake down, finding a spot to put both your shoes and coats, finding a spot to sit only to get up immediately to help set the table, following your grandmother’s directions for a few last-minute dishes, and to finally collapsing into your seat at the table beside tomura, who was already watching you with those worried eyes.
beneath the table, his hand found yours, interlacing your fingers. internally, you thanked every deity there was for his presence beside you; it was like his existence just fixed things for you. even the headache that had begun to build behind your eyes was starting to abate. or maybe it’s because dinner had finally begun, and you were free to eat.
which more than a few people took note of.
“my, are you really going to finish all that?” asked your aunt, sitting three seats over from tomura on your left. “leave some for us!”
you felt your cheeks heat as laughter echoed around the room. you dropped the serving spoon back into the pan, suddenly feeling your appetite vanish into the air. you knew she meant it as a “joke”, but really? she had double on her plate!
“you seem to have more than enough already,” came a cool voice to your left, making your attention snap to your boyfriend. his red eyes seemed almost on fire as he glared at your aunt, daring her to drop another comment. “i’m sure half the dish is on your plate.”
silence ensued for more than a brief moment. “tomura!” you hissed, all-too-aware of the looks your parents shared; disapproval. “i’m sorry, he didn’t-”
“i meant it,” he cut in, reaching under the table to set his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing into the fabric of your pants. “don’t comment on their food when you’re stuffing your face.”
your aunt’s face was a beautiful shade of cherry red. her mouth opened and closed just like a fish as she tried to find a rebuttal. she was saved by her husband, who asked somebody how their college courses were going, and the spell of silence was broken.
“tomura,” you immediately whispered now that the attention was off the pair of you. “what was-”
“she was insulting you,” he said, the fire gone from his eyes, instead replaced by confusion. “you didn’t notice?”
your heart seized in your chest. he was so wonderful that it hurt. “i- i did, i just mean- we normally just let her say what she wants,” you clarified. hints of that fire began to creep back in, and you quickly turned back to your plate. “this is.. uh.. normal.”
tomura’s hand squeezed your thigh reassuringly. “doesn’t make it right,” he grumbled, lifting a spoon of mashed potatoes to his lips with his unoccupied hand. he grimaced at the taste. “what is this?”
you bit your lip to stifle a giggle. “mashed potatoes, hun,” you said, well-aware your youngest cousin had been in charge of that dish.
“this is a crime against potatoes.”
“a nine-year-old made it.”
“and you didn’t tell me?”
but, of course, your laughter wasn’t meant to last. your and tomura’s smiles caught the attention of your uncle; not your aunt’s wife, but your father’s brother, who’d had six kids from five different one-night-stands, and who all never made it to christmas dinner.
“so!” your uncle said, dropping his fork on his napkin and smiling - falsely - at you and tomura. “how did the two of you meet? i’m assuming at work, since they never go out,” he chortled. his current girlfriend (of three weeks) sat on his right and giggled along.
you would’ve mumbled a half-hearted response if you could’ve, but suddenly everyone’s attention was on you and tomura again. really? and you knew they wouldn’t approve of how you two had actually met.
(you had logged onto fortnite for the first time in years. some of your coworkers had been raving about the new update, but they were still highschoolers, so you’d dismissed it at first. but it’d begun to pique your curiosity, so here you were.
you’d never been a duos player, but you wanted to try it for once. was it easier to win this way?
you matched with some player with the tag kittenlitteryum and classified him as either a middle schooler or a highschooler. but when you joined the voice chat with him, you were pleasantly surprised to hear a much more mature voice than you were expecting.
for the next several weeks, every day after work, you logged into fortnite and played a few rounds with kittenlitteryum. the two of you got to chatting, and you realized you didn’t live all too far from each other.
so, like any self-respecting adult, you set up a day to meet your online friend.
you’d met in a coffee shop a few blocks over from your apartment, just in case he turned out to be a psycho. but, he turned out to be quite normal. and sweet. and kind.
before you knew it, you were crushing on your duos partner. who, as it turned out, was also crushing on you. however, neither of you had the balls to ask each other out, and it wasn’t until you met some of his friends that anything really happened.
“how do you know tomura?” you asked, accepting the mug of mint tea mister compress offered you. he didn’t give a hint about his first name, so you just assumed maybe the mister part was his first name.
he shared a look with a scarred man who’d introduced himself as dabi. “school,” said dabi plainly. “worked on a humanities project in sophomore year and we’ve stuck together since.”
“cool,” you murmured, severely out of practice with making new friends. you’d had your coworkers and your old friends from school for years, never bothering to inch out of your comfort zone. “.. does he only play fortnite?”
dabi laughed. “nah, man’s obsessed with gaming in general. so, are you his fortnite spouse?” he asked, shooting you a smirk. “he never shuts up about you.”
heat rushed to your cheeks. “w-what?” you asked. “that’s- he’s called me his fortnite spouse?”
tomura, who’d been about to enter the room, slammed the door open before dabi could say anything else. “out,” he grumbled to his two friends. “there’s a cat in the alley for you to feed.”
dabi, smirking all the while, sauntered out the door, followed closely by mister compress, who fanned his cheeks as if he were flustered and then pointed to tomura - who slammed the door behind them as they left.
“.. ignore them,” he said after a few beats of silence. “that’s not- i- i wanted to ask you properly, but of course dabi’s dumbass had to go and fuck it up-”
“ask me what?”)
“we met at my work,” tomura said, responding so you wouldn’t have to. “i’m a coffee shop barista. they were in my line, and i thought they were cute, so i gave them my number and we started talking.”
beneath the table, he continued rubbing small circles into the fabric of your pants, soothing your nerves without needing to be asked. you reached down to interlace your fingers with his, thankful for his presence.
“you work at a coffee shop?” asked your uncle’s girlfriend. “in this economy? don’t tell me you’re on foodstamps, too.”
anger boiled in your stomach. “shut up,” you snapped at her. “at least he doesn’t live off of daddy’s money, like someone else.”
“that was rude,” interjected your aunt, who then turned to your parents. “where did we go wrong? i swear they weren’t like this before they moved out.”
“not a clue,” said your father, who was glaring at you. your stomach turned. “they used to be such a good kid.”
before anybody else could add or take from the - incredibly pointless - argument, tomura’s warmth vanished from your thigh as he shot up and slammed his hands down on the table, rattling the dishes.
nobody said anything. his shoulders raised and lowered as he fought to calm his breath, gripping the wood of the table like he’d snap it in two again.
“say another word about my partner again,” he began, his voice low but the threat obvious, “i’ll do a lot more than ruin your precious christmas dinner.”
he shoved his chair out and offered his hand to you. “come on, time to go.”
you hesitated. as much as you loved him, as much as you hated your family, you still felt.. tied here. they were your blood.
“love,” tomura insisted quietly, and you had all the convincing you needed. you hurried to your feet and accepted his hand, and he tugged you closer to him.
“merry christmas,” tomura grunted to your family, leading you out of the dining room by your hand.
the next thing you knew, he was buckling you into the passenger seat of your car. you had no recollection of putting your boots back on, or your jacket, or bringing your cake back, which you saw in the backseat.
“tomura, i can drive,” you protested, knowing he hated driving. especially in the snow.
“shush,” he said, kissing your cheek and shutting the passenger-side door. you watched him as he walked around the front of the car to the driver-side door and climbed inside, adjusting the seat before he started the car.
the christmas carols you’d been playing on the drive over started as the car turned on. they felt unbearably cheerful in comparison to your tumultuous feelings after that dinner party. thankfully, tomura took notice, and he turned the radio off.
“.. thank you,” you murmured. he hadn’t pulled away from the curb yet; his eyes were on you. the fire from earlier had dimmed, and worry was all that you saw. “we can, uh, start heading home now.”
“are you sure?” he asked, reaching across the console to take one of your hands in his. “do you want to talk about it?”
you pursed your lips. “not, uh.. not really,” you mumbled.
tomura squeezed your hand, dropped it to shift the car into drive, and then reclaimed it just as quick.
after you’d gotten home and put the - untouched - cake away, tomura busied himself with cozying up the living room. the unopened presents were set on the coffee table for ease of access, a few candles were lit and filling the room with the smell of cinnamon and peppermint, some cheesy feel-good christmas movies had been queued on the tv, and the blanket collection had been broken out, covering the couch.
he sat you down on your preferred side and wrapped you in two blankets before he left your side, only to return a few minutes later carrying a tray he set on the table; two mugs of something steaming, two plates of leftovers from your christmas eve dinner the night before, and two slices of the cake you’d made together.
“eat,” he said simply, handing you your plate and a fork. his eyes stayed on you as you pushed your food around. “babe.”
“i’m not hungry.”
“your aunt’s a piece of shit. eat,” he insisted. when you still didn’t, he took your fork from you and scooped some (edible) mashed potatoes off your plate. “open.”
you frowned at him. “i’m not a toddler,” you said, jerking your chin away as he tried to force the fork into your mouth.
“you can feed yourself,” he grunted as he caught your face, prying your lips apart with his thumb and forefinger as he tried to force the potatoes into your mouth, “or you can let me feed you.”
you grunted as he pried your mouth open, the pair of you stubborn as a pair of rocks, but he ultimately won.
once tomura had satisfied himself with feeding you, he pulled you into his lap and played the first movie in the queue.
thirty minutes in, tomura finally said something.
“no offense,” he began, which meant he was about to say something offensive, “your family sucks ass. i dunno how you put up with them so long.”
you snorted. “that’s supposed to be not offensive?”
he hummed. “not to you. your uncle’s girlfriend’s a dick. and your aunt. and the rest of your family.”
another laugh squeezed its way out of your throat. “you’re ridiculous,” you muttered shaking your head and cosying into tomura. “.. thanks. for getting me outta there.”
you felt your boyfriend stiffen beneath you. his hand came up to cradle your head, rubbing the pads of his fingers into your scalp.
“never thank me for that,” he whispered into your temple. “also, we’re not doing that again. i’ll change your number if you need me to. you don’t deserve that bullshit.”
your heart squeezed. you had no idea what you’d done to deserve this blessing of a boyfriend, but you were glad you did it.
“okay,” you whispered, hiding your smile in his sweater. “.. merry christmas, tomura.”
a soft kiss was pressed to your temple. “merry christmas, my love.”
please forgive the wall of tags lmao but MERRY CHRISTMAS GANG
Part of the Passing Peonies Universe - A decade after bringing down All for One, Shimura Tenko, formerly known as Shigaraki Tomura, has gone through enough rehabilitation programs to turn him into a somewhat functioning human. Well, at least on paper. Now, with his first proper job and a prickly shopkeeper by his side, he's forced to venture out in the world of adults, bills, and bookstores, gaining more than just a paycheck at the end of the month.
Part 1 - Masterlist
“I don’t have time for this,” you declare pointedly, swiping an open book from under Naomasa’s anxious hands and stuffing it back where it belongs. “Can’t you see?”
“This could help-”
“Honestly,” you cut him off again, waving at the whole store around you, “does it look like I need your help?”
“Yes,” he breathes out, and you glare at him.
“Listen,” he pulls something out of his coat pocket. It crinkles loudly, and you know, just from the sight of the silvery package, what that means.
“You’re kidding me.”
“I’m not.” He deposits the package onto the counter where it sits, oh so innocently and yet so obviously. It could be screaming, really.
“You mean it?”
“Yes.”
You huff and dust off another corner, hoping it will distract you from the package. It doesn’t. It’s almost as if you can smell them, though that should be impossible.
“Did you get Makoto to buy them?”
“Hell no, she has no clue.”
You sigh, finally turning. “Fine,” you glare at your cousin. “I’ll take your bribe.”
“Don’t call it that.”
You scoff and grab the package, rip it open at the seam, and look inside. He didn’t spare any expense. Dozens upon dozens of fancy, very expensive, and toe-curlingly delicious licorice bonbons are looking back at you. You take one and pop it into your mouth, sighing at the taste. Yes. You deserve that.
“It’s important that you don’t call it that, okay?” Naomasa repeats again, with more emphasis this time.
“Fine,” you roll your eyes. “Send your guy over. I’ll allow him to work here for a week. If he doesn’t want to quit by then, he can stay.”
“You’re not going to make this harder for him than it already is, right?”
You snort. “For what do you take me?”
“I know you.”
“Boo.”
Naomasa sighs but puts his hat back on, moving toward the door. “Just try to be nice.”
- - -
His skin is itching. Right on top of his collarbone, too.
Annoyed, Tenko rubs over the skin. It does not get better.
“Don’t scratch yourself,” he tells himself quietly when he hears no one else say it. It’s weird, doing this alone, without Yagi or Kurogiri or Spinner or maybe even this Tsukauchi guy.
It’s not that far, he’s figured out. If he’s doing a quick pace, he can get there in less than thirty minutes on foot, or take two different buses and be there in ten.
Just like the clinic he lives in, this place is situated on the outskirts of the city, and he looks up at the trees as he passes them, surprised to see this much green at this time of the year. It has been a warm March.
Tenko stops at the corner of the street, staring across.
“Happy End,” the little sign above the door says. Ducking into the hood of his jacket, he walks over and spies into the windows.
So many books. He doubts they have pictures inside them.
“Dosto- Dostoye- What the hell is that name?” He mutters to himself, trying to get it out. Is that a magic spell?
“Can I help you?” A face on the other side of the window asks, and he flinches back, hands pulled up.
It’s a woman. You look annoyed and tired, like you haven’t slept in a while.
“I- Uh, I-” He gestures.
You walk away, and Tenko thinks he’s safe until you open the door just a few feet away from him. “You’ve been staring at Crime and Punishment for a while. Can I help you?”
“What’s this guy’s deal?” He scuffs his shoe across the pavement. “Was he a villain?”
“Who? Dostoyevsky? I don’t think so. He was sentenced to death, but they commuted the sentence at the last minute.”
“Really?” He eyes the book for a minute. It looks really thick. Ugh. “Weird name.”
“Mhm.” There’s a pause. Then. “Are you Shimura?”
He pulls his shoulders up. “What if I am?”
“You’d be early.”
Panicked, Tenko checks his watch. True, he’s still got five minutes before he’s supposed to be here.
“So?”
“You wanna come inside, or do you want to look into the other windows as well?”
“No, they’re boring.”
Something flashes over your face, too fast to catch it. “Are you trying to get hired or-?”
“I’m just telling the truth.”
“Well, you can come in and tell the truth, too, Mister. It’s cold out.”
“It’s not.”
Annoyed, you cross your arms over your chest. The skin on your forearms is prickly, a million goosebumps rising. Maybe it is cold.
“Can I come in?”
You step to the side without another word, and he shuffles inside, awkward and uncomfortable and so ready to get lost again.
He hates looking for jobs. Hates it, hates it, hates it.
Something pink skitters over the floor right in front of him. It looks like an uncooked chicken, and he freaks, stepping back.
“What?” You ask from behind him.
“A chicken!”
“That’s Pollo,” you snarl. “Don’t step on her.”
“You’ve got a naked chicken as a pet?”
“What? No. That’s my cat.”
“That’s a cat?!”
“Yes,” you step around him. It’s almost impossible in the tight space. There are a few tables with chairs, but every spare inch of this room seems to be stuffed with books. He’s getting overwhelmed just being in here.
Suddenly, you’re back in his face, the uncooked chicken thing in your arms. It does have a cat face, though it doesn’t look happy to see him.
“This is Pollo. If you work here, you need to know that she’s not allowed to go outside, because it’s too cold outside.”
Pollo mewls loudly.
“Offer her your hand.”
“What?”
“Offer her your hand,” you repeat again, nodding to his hands. “She wants to sniff it, so she knows who you are. This is how you introduce yourself to a cat.”
“What if she bites me?”
“She just ate, you’ll be fine.”
Hesitating, he stretches out his hand. Pollo sniffs it, her nose tapping his finger at some point. It’s weirdly cold and moist. Then, almost too suddenly, she pulls back and vibrates, the sound loud and foreign in this quiet room.
“She likes you,” you sound surprised. “That’s a good sign.”
“She’s vibrating.”
“That means she likes you. You’ve never had a Sphinx Cat?”
“I’ve never had a cat.”
You hesitate for a second. “Do you wanna hold her? She’s a princess, but since she likes you, she might.”
“Uh,” you’ve already dropped the cat into his arms. Now, on closer inspection, he can tell that the cat is wearing a knitted sweater. It’s almost as pink as her skin, which is a weird choice, but maybe she needs it to camouflage, who knows?
Pollo continues to vibrate loudly, pressing her naked head into his arm. She’s warm. And soft.
“Why did you name her Pollo?” Tenko asks, still a little confused. You turn back to him, surprise on your face.
“Oh, well, I got her… I got her from a shelter, and they thought she looked like a chicken, so they named her Chicken. Pollo means Chicken in Mexican, I think.”
“Why not name her Chicken then?”
“I didn’t ask. She responds to the name, so I kept it.”
-
For the next hour, he follows you around, Pollo vibrating in his arms. She’s loud and she’s persistent, mewling when he walks a little too fast or digging her claws into his arms when he bends forward to look at something.
“We don’t have that many sales this time of year,” you admit. “Well, at least not direct sales. We supply a few schools, which helps to keep us alive, but it’s mostly quiet in here. You can use your time to read when no one’s here and your other duties are done.”
“Do you have Manga?”
Your face scrunches up. “What?”
“Manga. Do you have any?”
“We’re a bookstore.”
“I know,” Tenko looks at you like you’re stupid. “A Manga is a book, no?”
“No, we don’t have Manga,” you tell him. “We have the classics.”
“And no one buys that.”
You flinch. “Look,” you say, your voice tense, “you don’t have to work here.”
“I kinda do.”
“What?”
“I kinda do have to work here. No one else is hiring.”
“Maybe because you’re shitting all over my business and you’re not even hired yet.”
“I’m just being honest.”
“You could be less honest.”
“Oh, so now I’m supposed to lie?”
“Forget it,” you pinch your nose. “Do you only read Manga?”
“Well, yeah. If I read something, it’s Manga.”
You scoff. “Tell you what. You get to pick one Manga for the store to sell at the end of each week. Does that sound good?”
“Sure,” Tenko responds. Now he really knows you’re stupid. One Manga. That’s like a hundred books each. How many does One Piece have?
“And I get to pick one book you read at the beginning of the week. It’s going to be quiet here, so you might as well try my selection.”
“Do I have to?”
“Would you rather stare at the wall instead for eight hours a day?”
He considers this. “What book are you thinking?”
-
Kurogiri blinks back at him from the stove when he returns, something smelling like curry bubbling in the pot.
“How was it?”
“Exhausting.” Tenko drops like a log onto their Couch, hoping sleep will take him away until Dinner is ready. But no, not today.
“You got the job?”
“Hm?” He turns to squint at Kurogiri. “What?”
“Did you get the job?”
Tenko thinks back. You didn’t say he didn’t.
“Yeah, I… I guess I did.”
Kurogiri claps his hands. “That is exciting news. I will make us a special dessert. Do you want to call Yagi-san while I cook?”
“Sure, why not?” He yawns, getting up again.
Despite his “excellent behavior” since helping to bring All For One down and his even better behavior since moving in with Kurogiri and Spinner in this assisted living facility, he still hasn’t gotten a phone. Well, he has one, he just never brings it outside.
It’s useless anyway. If he ever gets lost, he can walk up to any police officer and tell them who he is and where he’s supposed to go, not to mention that he’s rarely alone outside anyway. Well, today was an exception.
It’s one of those really old phones with buttons for numbers, one that doesn’t connect to the internet, and whose number only a few people have. Like Kurogiri, Spinner or Yagi-san.
“I am here!” Yagi-san greets him over the phone, and Tenko scoffs, like he always does.
“I got the job.”
“Congratulations! I knew you could do it!”
“Mhm,” he bites down on the edge of his thumb, nibbling on the skin there. “It’s a weird bookstore. They have no Manga.”
“Well, it’s a great chance for you. I’ll come by this week and purchase something.”
“No, don’t.” He groans. “My boss will know you’re coming because of me. That’s so cringe.”
“But I want to support you.”
Tenko considers that. It would be nice to show what a good worker he is.
“You could come and mention how much you’d like to purchase some Manga. That would show them that they need to order some.”
Yagi-san sighs. “I do not know any Manga.”
“Fine,” Tenko huffs out a sigh. “I’ll ask Midoriya to order Manga. He knows some. You can order… something different.” And then, just like that, he remembers something. “They have a cat.”
“Who?”
“My boss. The store owner, I think. It looks like an uncooked chicken.”
“Really?”
“Yes, and it wears sweaters. Oh,” Tenko sits up a little straighter. “Does Inko know how to knit?”
-
They celebrate quietly that night.
Midoriya calls after Dinner, almost crying on the phone from how happy he is.
Tenko knows he shouldn’t worry about it too much, not with a baby on the way and all the other stuff he has to do, but it’s nice, kinda, to know people care about him so much.
“Mario Kart?” Spinner offers after the Dishes are done, stretching a little. “I could smoke you, for sure.”
They don’t play for too long.
They all have to get up early tomorrow. Leave for work.
Tenko too. It’s the first time in his life, and he thinks about that for a long time before he falls asleep
I'll let engagement decide how soon the next chapter is posted.
while most people treated shigaraki like an irredeemable villain, you and izuku were the only ones who truly understood him and saw the good within him, that could've been brought out if only he had been treated differently…
izuku was your boyfriend first, the two of you having met at UA and falling in love over the time of attending the school
shigaraki and you only met a few times, but you realized early on that he wasn't like most other villains. his hatred stemmed from a deep pain, one that you wanted to understand
izuku and you both wanted to understand and save tomura shigaraki. and with each day you worried about the villain, you grew fonder of him, wishing he could've lived a normal life alongside izuku and you
it was only after the final showdown between izuku and shigaraki that this wish of yours finally became a reality. tomura survived and all for one was defeated, freeing the boy from this villainous life…
while many people still treated shigaraki like a villain, izuku and you paid him a visit almost every day, as he was imprisoned. and it was due to your efforts that shigaraki eventually was freed, able to live a normal life
throughout it all, you had fallen in love with the former villain. and your boyfriend, izuku, didn't even mind. if anything, he admired you for having so much love within you! for loving shigaraki despite all he had done and seeing the good in him…
as you started a relationship with both izuku and shigaraki, all eyes were on you! the public wondered how their perfect hero deku would even allow their partner to date a villain like shigaraki!
but as time passed, a few people began to accept shigaraki. if the number one hero could forgive shigaraki, shouldn't they be able to do the same?
it wasn't easy dating both izuku and tomura, but you three were always there to protect and defend each other! nobody could say a bad word about shigaraki without izuku and you speaking up against it!
you hoped that as the years passed, that more and more people would come to accept your relationship. and that perhaps your love could become a symbol for the world, showing that people can change and become better…
Warnings: smut, mdni, modern au-ish?, fluff, aftercare, spit (incl. he spits in your mouth), reader has long(er) hair, he carries reader, lots of cute petnames (incl. "pretty slut" and variations), reader wears a dress, pretty cute and domestic overall, he overstimulates himself
Wordcount: 2k+
“I wanna sit on your lap.” It was a statement, rather than a request and he had to suppress the smile threatening to break out on his lips.
“Yeah? Is my pretty girl feeling needy?” he asked, extending an arm to pull you closer. You gasped but climbed on his lap nonetheless.
“Hey, it´s my birthday, you know? Shouldn´t you give me like…princess treatment or something?”
Tenko snorted as he helped you get comfortable. Carefully, he rested his chin on your shoulder and grabbed his mouse again.
“I always give you princess treatment.” The sensation of his breath against your neck made you shiver, and you could see him grin in the reflection of his computer.
You stuck out your tongue but cuddled deeper into him regardless. He couldn´t help but smile softly and pressed a kiss to your head. After holding you tightly for a moment, he focused back on his game.
“Wait. Is that my account?” you said, suddenly.
Tenko grinned.
“You hate exploring, so I thought I´d max out everything for you.”
You jerked around, eyes widened in surprise.
“Wait really?” you gasped. He nodded, already knowing you´d bless him by throwing your entire body into his arms.
“It´s really easy to make you happy, you know?” he murmured against your hair while you pressed your face into his chest.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much!”
“Love you too, princess, now let me do my thing yeah?” he gently moved your body again so he could comfortably look over your shoulder and continue playing.
“Hmm.” You nuzzled deeper into him. “Wait, oh my god how did you do that?”
He snorted.
“Sounds like a skill issue on your part, baby.”
You gasped.
“How dare you! I will have you know, I´m a God at this game.”
“With an HP sands and goblet on your Wanderer?” he grinned down at your scowling form.
“Well, at least the crit stats look nice,” you pouted.
“I know, baby,” he cooed at you and kissed your temple. “At least you´re good at other things,” he mumbled.
“What? Tenko!”
He laughed.
“C´mon baby, what would I do without you in my life, hm?”
You grew soft.
“And?”
“Hm?”
“What would you do without me?”
He leaned back to look at you properly, hand finding your chin to tilt your face upwards.
“Playing video games and working and nothing more.”
You furrowed your brows.
“What? It´s all I did before you too.” a breathy chuckle escaped him. “What about you then?”
“I ask the question here!”
“Right, my bad, princess,” he teased and kissed the tip of your nose, barely pulling back after.
“Well lucky for you I don´t intend on leaving,” you grinned. “You´re stuck with me.”
He hummed, lips brushing yours. “Marriage and all?”
You giggled. “Yeah, marriage and all.”
“You´re so cute baby,” he murmured and kissed you again. “So fucking cute.”
He moved you to face him and gripped your waist to pull you flush against him so he could deepen the kiss. A mewl escaped your lips. You could feel him twitch against your core at the soft sound.
Gently, you ground your hips against his growing member, drawing a groan from his lips. His hands tightened around your waist, dragging your core against his body to drive you both toward an orgasm. You moaned against his mouth.
“Fuck,” he murmured, barely pulling away, too drunk on the taste of your lips. Abruptly, he picked you up and brought you to his bed – practically collapsing over your form. One of his arms was propped up right next to your head, fingers playing with your hair. His other hand made sure you couldn´t move away from his kiss.
You couldn´t help but mewl, silently begging him to come even closer, even tugging at his hoody. He grunted, settling down until he lay on top of you, hands cradling your face and hips slowly grounding against yours.
“Lemme eat you out, baby, yeah?” he rasped against your lips, but you couldn´t answer, breath completely stolen away. He rested his cheek against yours, watching you patiently until you had caught your breath again.
“Please, Tenko.”
He moaned at the sound of your broken voice and moved down your body, his hands squeezing and groping at your sides as he did so until he came face to face with your clothed pussy.
“Shit, baby, you smell so fucking good.”
Impatiently, he slipped off your panties for you and flipped up your skirt. He took another moment to breathe in your familar smell only to dive mouth-first into your pussy, spreading your outer lips to give his tongue space to lap at your clit. One of his hands held you down by your hips, the other trailed down your inner thigh. He briefly pulled back to wet some fingers with his tongue, but was back on you in a second, easing one of the digits into your pulsing core.
“Fuck, baby, you´re so good, take off your dress for me, yeah? Wanna see you completely,” he grunted, rutting his hips against the mattress at the sinful sounds you let out through your parted lips. You did as you were told, hands trembling and legs shaking at the pleasure coursing through you.
Soon he had you arching your back and pressing your pussy against him more while he sped up the licking and sucking at your clit, even pushing in a second finger to drive you ever closer to your orgasm.
You came against his tongue hard and he moaned at the feeling of you spasming around his fingers.
“Baby, fuuuck, you´re so good, gotta let me do that shit more often, yeah?” he groaned, slowly pulling out of you to push himself up on his hands, grinning down at you with cum smeared across his mouth. He leaned forward to kiss you and you both moaned at your taste now drenching both of your lips. “Tastes so good, doesn´t she?” he rasped and you nodded dumbly. “C´mon baby, say it,” he tapped your cheek expectingly.
“Tastes so good,” you softly repeated, still coming down from your high.
“That´s my pretty girl,” he groaned and captured your lips in another kiss. “Gonna fuck you now, okay?”
You could only muster a helpless nod accompanied by a whine and he smiled fondly at you.
“Prettiest fucking girl,” he praised you again, before pecking your lips once more.
With two fingers he spread your pussy to properly line himself up with your hole.
He eased into you, letting out a low groan against your lips.
“F – Fuck princess, why – ngh – how do you always feel this good?”
A soft mewl left your lips when he had filled you up completely, grabbing at him, disoriented, to press a wet kiss to his cheek.
“Tenko,” you whimpered.
He moaned at the messy sight in front of him. Your hair chaotically strewn over the pillow, your eyes pleading and glassy fixated on him and a cute little pout on your lips. He snapped his hips against yours and your back arched at the feeling. Quickly, his arms circled your waist.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, setting a rapid rhythm, hands groping and tugging at your skin to have you even closer to him. His strokes were deep, his heavy cock sliding in and out of you so nicely. His lips found yours again, spit spread across your mouth with his eager tongue while he rutted into you.
One of his hands reached down to play with your clit, stroking her in tandem with his heavy thrusts into you.
“Heh.” He grinned at you, eyes lidded, watching your face contort into one of pleasure. “You cumming, baby?”
You nodded wildly, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open – just so perfect for him to spit into. “Uhu.”
“Uhu?” he mocked, the hand on your hips tightened its grip so he could drive even harder into you. “My little princess slut is cumming?” One more tug of his fingers on your clit and your body tensed in his hold. A boastful laugh escaped him, though it was cut short by the wild clenching of your pussy that made him topple over your body, his face tucked into the crook of your neck and a loud groan escaping him. The speed of his thrusts decreased, driving into you slow but hard as he came.
“Mmh,” you mumbled, nuzzling deeper into his embrace, but all of a sudden, he picked up speed again. A surprised cry escaped you and your arms quickly found purchase around his shoulders. He moved so fast, holding you tightly and grunting against the skin of your neck. He couldn´t speak, just chasing the pleasure he felt when you spasmed around him, completely drunk on the feeling.
His cock was aching, but his mind was empty, set only on feeling you twitch around him again.
Moans and whimpers left your mouth, your body rocking against his from the way he harshly thrust into you. After a while he sped up even more and his grunts became louder. His left hand found the side of your cheek, shaky hand caressing your skin. It slowly travelled downwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake all over your body, until it pinched at your clit to make you crash head-first into your second orgasm.
He followed suit, body collapsing on top of yours, still rutting erratically into you until his thrusts turned sluggish and then, finally, stopped.
A long moan escaped him, his mouth, open, pressed against your neck.
You stayed entangled like this for a little bit as you attempted to catch your breaths. Once he had caught his breath again, he pressed several sloppy kisses against your skin and up your jaw. Slowly, he pulled away from your face and propped himself up on his arms to look at your tired-out form. He grinned at you blearily blinking up at him – lips swollen and breath still erratic.
“Fuck, you look so messy, princess,” he murmured, fingers brushing away some spit next to your mouth.
You whimpered.
“Mmh?”
“Kiss me. Please.”
His eyes widened, but a moment later a soft smile graced his mouth and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your parted lips. Then another. And another until he peppered your face with kisses and he held your giggling form in his embrace. His eyes crinkled at the sight.
“Wanna make out,” you whispered against his mouth, and he hummed.
"Just for a second though, gotta clean you up, baby.”
He moved his lips slowly against yours, fingers brushing lightly against your skin. Suddenly, he sat up, arms securely around you to carry your body with him and place you on his lap – his lips never leaving yours as they moved in tandem. His hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your skin.
He pulled back way too soon for your taste. Smiling fondly, he watched how your eyes fluttered open and a pout formed on your lips. “C´mon baby, I´ll carry you to the bathroom.”
He helped you to the toilet and held you steadily when he lead you to the shower afterwards, turning it on for you both. As the warm water finally soothed your skin, he ran his fingers through your hair while you hid your face in his shoulder.
“You okay, baby?”
You mumbled unintelligibly and nuzzled deeper into his embrace.
“You wanna watch something and cuddle a little bit before going to sleep?”
He received a nod from you and smiled, gently patting your head. After a minute of just holding you close to him, he loosened the grip you had on him so he could pull away to wash the sweat and cum off of you.
You trembled once he brushed against your clit and whined, but he simply let out a chuckle as he straightened his back again. For a moment, he just looked at you, holding your face in his hand, only to swiftly pick you up again, laughing at your surprised shriek and carried you out of the shower.
Not too long after, you laid against Tenko´s chest, absentmindedly playing with the string of his hoody. His left arm held you tightly around your stomach and in his free hand he held the remote in order to turn on the tv. A familiar intro music started playing.
However, you couldn´t help but look up at him instead, smiling wide. He mirrored your smile and let his left hand lightly trail up and down your neck. Then, he leaned down to kiss you.
“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.
He hummed, thumb brushing away hair from your face.
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✏ Summary: Just a quick story about Shigaraki who’s obsessed with a cam worker.
!!Warnings!!: [18+ NSFW] Cursing, Jealousy, Masturbation, Sex Worker, Obsession, etc.
Once or twice a week like clockwork, it would happen. An alert, always late into the evening, coming from Shigaraki’s phone, causing him to excuse himself to his room for the remainder of the night. Everyone had an idea, but no one had any real answers and they weren’t sure they even wanted them to be honest. Who knew what the bastard chose to spend his free time on outside of gaming. And after the one time Twice made the mistake of knocking on his door after he excused himself, god they had never seen him so pissed before, it just became a rule to leave him alone until he sauntered out of his room the next morning, still in the same clothes from the day prior.
The truth was he had an obsession. One he stumbled upon merely on accident some time ago. He was just browsing for some content to relieve his pent-up frustrations, that’s when he saw you.
“Hey, everyone, thanks for tuning in.”
“I was so lonely without you.”
“Aww, thanks for the coins lupin_72”
“And you too, tripleshot23”
God your voice alone was enough to get him hard, hand pumping his cock as he gawked at you through the screen, clothes barely thick enough to cover your skin. Every time you looked at the camera he swore to god it was like you were looking directly at him. He ended up finishing all over his desk, whipping it down with a tissue from the box he keeps off to the side. Before he even registered it himself, he was donating, just to hear you call out his username.
“ShiggyBoy14, I really appreciate the generous amount of coins. You’re so sweet!”
And just like that, he was hard again, and his obsession started to form. Every time you started streaming, he would be there. You started to recognize his username, greeting him and a few other regulars. He knew he was your favorite though. He had to be.
You never fully undressed, which Shigaraki was actually grateful for, the pigs in here don’t deserve to gaze at your perfect skin, the same skin he dreamed about leaving his marks on every night. It was bad enough these NPCs got to see you in lingerie every week. But for the most part, your streams consisted of teasing and over-the-clothes touching which was just as powerful when it came to riling up your audience, Shigaraki in particular.
He could hardly contain his excitement when he got the alert today, scurrying to his room as usual and logging on. Waiting for your live to officially start.
“Thanks for joining me today,” You greeted as usual, “I actually had something I wanted to say. Money has been a little tight lately, and I know I don’t normally do nudity, so I decided to open up some private calls, so me and you guys can have some one-on-one time. There’s a special surprise though, if you do buy a private call with me, I’ll be getting fully undressed. Completely at your mercy.”
Fuck. The thought of you being forced to follow his every command was getting him riled up. Shigaraki wanted you withering underneath him as he completely unravels you. He began unbuttoning his pants, his cock springing free from its confinement.
“There will be five spots available that go to the highest bidder, so I wish you guys all the best of luck.”
Shigaraki immediately stopped stroking his cock at the mention of this. Did you say, five people? You were going to whore yourself out to five fucking people. Why did you even need them when he was here? He was your biggest supporter. Tuning into every show, sending in donation after donation, and you planned on just giving your private show to any fucking NPC in that goddamn chat? No. Fuck no. This was it. This whole entire thing had gone on long enough. There was going to be no more imagining. No more nights fucking his own hand picturing it’s you he’s thrusting inside of. Picturing it’s you that he’s cumming in. Picturing you calling out his name and begging for more.
You obviously didn’t know you’re fucking place and it was his job to remind you of who your favorite viewer was.
hi again! i keep sending lov request but i love your writing😭 can you do platonic lov x reader(the reader is somehow close witj them all) hugging hcs? have a nice day!!
omg hi!!!! this took me so long im sorry :( school sucks :(
masterlist
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tomura shigaraki
- you’re not allowed to surprise hug him. it’s genuinely a boundary he had sat you down and talked about.
- he cares about you <3
- afo can go fuck himself if you’re involved EVERYONE gets involved
- his devotion is unrivaled.
kurogiri
- he will form a physical form just for you <3
- it’s softer than normal and he can change his temperature at will so
- sounds like kurogiri is the worlds best hugger
dabi
- i bet he smells like a wintery fireplace
- like smoke but also the smell of cold that comes when you‘re outside too long
- hugs make you feel secure and warm
himiko toga
- excitement!! excitement!!
- hugs you regularly
- you’re not touchstarved if you‘re anywhere NEAR toga <3
👉👈 could you maybe do the league with a soft gamer girlfriend (like the pastel pink gamer girl™️)
Oh sure! We love these psychos, I mean, who doesn't? I have another request I really should have finished a long time ago but maybe it’ll be posted tomorrow? Not sure, but I'll try! Anyways, I hope you like the head canons Anon! Have a good day/night!❤︎
Dabi-
•He thinks your whole pastel aesthetic thing is quite cute, and the entire gamer thing fits you. However, he is not a fan of having to remind you to take care of yourself once and a while
•For example, Dabi sometimes needs to remind you to sleep, like he will bear hug you then turn off the god forbidden gaming systems you have. That is if he doesn't bother to unplug a cord from your computer or whatever else you have
•He doesn't mind playing video games himself, but he isn't as into them as much you are. He's the type not to play video games as a type of hobby and be busy doing something almost always (literally just missions)
•If he does have the time to do something with you, and he'll take you out and try to go to the movies or go on a walk. If you refuse to do it, he'll drag you. Like, he WILL pick you up over his shoulder and walk out the door. He has done more than once, so don't think he won't do it again
•Even if he has to drag you around and remind you to sleep can get on his nerves, he's glad that he has at least one good thing in his life
Toga-
•She honestly adores you. Himiko loves seeing the pastels, and she loves cute things. I mean, she noticed you because of your fairy kei fashion style
•She loves playing video games with you, mostly since she's able to spend more time with you due to you two staying up together till about 4 am
•If you play games alone it's mostly battle royal or just a random cute game, though she likes adorable things, however, she is also psycho kitten, so you got a bunch of gorey/slasher games for you and your girlfriend
•If she can spend time with you, there's a big chance of the two of you staying as long as you can playing video games, watching movies, or just talking in general
•She adores you, teases about how cute you are, and loves you for being her adorable geek
Spinner-
•He enjoys games himself, and with you, but he despises some of the games you play
•Dont get him wrong, he likes the games and all, but you fangirling about how "cute" and "attractive" some characters are, it can make him a jealous lizard boi, but you can make it up to him *wink wonk*
•He likes playing games, but him rage quitting is frequent. I mean, that's the main reason you want to play games with him, to prove you're the superior gamer. It's a top priority in a relationship
•He doesn't go outside mostly since of the "jokes" a lot of teens make towards him, plus he is also wanted for his..occupation, so video games are one of the few ways the two of you spend time together
•He finds the pastels cute. He once agreed to you dying his hair a pastel magenta. It lasted for a while, mostly since you complimented him a lot for it
•He thinks having a cute pastel gamer girl is sweet and he takes much pride of having you as his girlfriend
Twice-
• He's cool with it, though he isn't the best though he tries to play the games with you
•Like Dabi, he sometimes needs to take care of you, or remind you to, like after you wake up, have breakfast ready for you, or make tea for you
•Though he doesn't get annoyed about it. He's alright if you're doing good
•Jin thinks you're adorable and helps you get a bunch of outfits and gaming systems as gifts and such
•When he has the time to see you, the both of you do whatever, playing video games, watching a movie, playing board games, or whatever you decide to do together
•He doesn't mind what you do, if you're happy about being with him it's all he cares about, supports you, and wouldn't have mind taking care of you and keeping you happy is his number one priority
Shigaraki-
•He cherishes you like he is crazy about you. He already loved you, but when he found you were into gaming. You better be in for a long ride because you're going to stay with him for a while
•The two of you are up playing video games all the time when you're spending time together, like hands down. There are multiple days when you and Shigaraki spend time together.
•Just like the usual Shigaraki has Kurogiri get the two of you counsels, video games, snacks, etc. Poor Kurogiri has to look at a long list the two of you wrote
•When he loses a game, yes, he will be a little pissed off, but will he lash out on you? No, you're unique to him. But he doesn't want to lose you, and if you keep winning over, over, and over again, he'll give you the silent treatment. I mean this is still Shigaraki we're talking about here
•Just like the rest, he finds your pastel self sweet and loves to see you having fun. Finding someone who's also into gaming as much as he was, made him extremely excited for your relationship
•Shigaraki loves you, and though he will get slightly embarrassed about it, he will admit it to you and anyone that would ask what he thinks about you, a less crusty, shorter, and a cuter pastel version of him.
