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Dear Tomura…

i need you too survive. Who does too?

Stages (Tenko Shimura x F!Reader)

Words: 10k

Mdni! // NSFW

Teaser: "Wet puppy not allowed in the house?" You taunt and he can't get himself to look up. It feels like you are 8 feet tall, towering over him with so much power in your aura. He is about to get crushed like a disgusting little roach. He will make sure to say thank you.

Tw: Touya is the villain here, he is awful, bullying, reader has big self worth issues, Touya nonconsensually filmed reader and showed it in the boys locker room, touya pressured reader into sex (only mentioned), name calling (loser, dusty, freak), subtly suicidal tenko, virgin!tenko, experienced!reader, praise and degradation, switch Shiggy, dumbification, big dick Shiggy propaganda, reader's family sucks, protected sex, dacryphilia, squirting, love confession, rejection sensitivity, lowkey obsessed shiggy, Touya tells Tenko to kill himself, Touya tries to touch reader when she is drunk, not as flashed out as it could have been, 3rd year UA (18yo), angsty

Note: Thank you for your request ♡ I know I took some liberties. Here is the 'men whimpering audio' that inspired me a bit lmao

Tenko is trying his hardest to be invisible.

The day is already a mess and he can go without the picking on him today. Just today. Just a little break.

He stalks down the hallway to get to his next class, eyes on the black and white tiles with his hands hiding in the pocket of his hoodie.

He is convinced today is out to get him. He might jump in front of a car… today is the day. 

He makes it to the classroom and sits in his usual spot, head low as he looks at his phone. Tenko hears your voice and his body tenses. He never really got why you are so mean to him… you and Touya just picked him out on your first day of school and it's been like that ever since. At least you were humane in your bullying.

Todoroki walks into the room first then you behind him. You always follow him like a puppy and Tenko takes it.  He had no idea why you stuck around with him at all, Touya's rudeness does not exempt his girlfriend or friends. Though, Tenko does not know if you are, in fact, Todoroki's girl. He hopes not.

"Keep your filthy stuff out of my way, Shimura!" Todoroki barks and kicks Tenko's backpack to the back of the class.

Tenko doesn't react. He knows better than to keep valuable items in there for how much it gets kicked around on a daily basis. Tenko waits until Todoroki sits then gets up to get his bag. Like every other day. It is getting so lame.

"You're such a loser," you bite at him with rolling eyes. And really, you are right. He just lets anyone trample on him all the fucking time. Tenko is the definition of a loser. He should show up on Wikipedia as an example. He sinks onto the desk, collapsing under the weight of it all.

At least you're wearing that shirt he likes on you. It's making up somewhat for how bad this day is. 

He is good at staring without anyone noticing… without you noticing. It's so bizarre. Another reason why he is the biggest loser on this planet. You are so mean to him yet he can't stop thinking about you… can't stop thinking– Tenko sighs. You would actually kill him if you knew the places his mind wanders… especially when his cock is in his fist.

Tenko sighs.

》》》》

School is finally over and he is the first one out of the building. He can't wait to fling himself into his bed and sleep, just take a nap and forget about the weight for a moment. He hates school. He hates being alive.

Of course it starts to rain like crazy the second he is off campus and he forgot his umbrella despite Toshinori reminding him to bring one today. He practically drips when he's finally on the bus and then, of course, because today is one of those days–

Tenko's eyes widen and he lets out a desperate sigh. He is already cold, rain soaking into every inch of his skin but the coldness he feels now is numbing. He cramps through his Eastpak bag, pushing around papers and books and notepads and loose pencils and trash– but he cannot find his key. When Touya kicked his bag it must have fallen out and he didn't realize. Tenko is way too tired to feel anger yet the frustration still stores somewhere deep in his body, a place he leaves untapped for everyone's sake. He could of course decay the door but then they would have to get a new door and that is just dumb.

Tenko slumps against it instead and his head sinks, droplets of rain trickling from his white hair. He tries to use all his techniques… tries to count and tries to ground, tries to say that dumb poem and distract but he still starts to itch at his neck and eyes. It feels like hours pass but as he checks his phone, it's been half an hour. Tenko doesn't cry about stuff. And there is no reason to cry now. It's just been one of those days… those god awful days… those no good days that have been piling up–

Tenko holds his breath when a shoe– your shoe– kicks at his. It isn't with malice just to get his attention.

"Wet puppy not allowed in the house?" You taunt and he can't get himself to look up. It feels like you are 8 feet tall,  over him with so much power in your aura. He is about to get crushed like a disgusting little roach. He will make sure to say thank you.

"My key must have fallen out of my bag when Todoroki kicked it," Tenko's voice comes out rough and restricted. You can hardly hear him over the pouring rain.

"Tsk." He doesn't have to look up to see your eyeroll. You turn away and walk a few steps. Then he hears something hit the floor. His stomach tightens. "I know. Take better care of your stuff, dusty," you sigh and walk away. Two doors down the row, getting out your own keys and unlocking the door, stepping in without another word or glance.

Tenko is left in utter disbelief. Was it mercy? Was it just… just because? Just because you knew you could rub it in his face?

He hates that you're his neighbor. He hates knowing when Todoroki is over at yours. He hates timing when he leaves to not run into you. He hates knowing you're right there.

He gets up and unlocks the door, realizing he never said thank you.

》》》》

"Oh, no. Please come in! She's home."

Your eyebrows pull together as you navigate your way from your room to the kitchen to grab some water.

"You're no bother at all! (Y/N)!"

You move to the door and your whole body tenses seeing the pale blue hair towering over your mom's size. Shimura. What in the world?! You put on a neutral face.

"What's up?"

"You guys get comfortable. There's snacks in the fridge," your mom says and you realize she must have just been heading out when Shimura knocked. "He's so polite," she mumbles in your direction with a smile and a wink and off she is, closing the door.

"What the fuck do you want?!" You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I… I made fluffy pancakes. I w-wanted to say thank you… for the key," he trips over his words, looking everywhere but your eyes. "I-I am sorry. I'll just–"

He puts the plate down on the little table by the door and turns on his heel. His heart is pounding so loud you can hear it. He never meant to talk to you personally but just drop them off and hope it was enough.

"You already finished chem homework?" You asked as his gloved fingers touched the door handle.

"Y-yes?"

You mumble some curses and groans under your breath. "Can you help me? I don't fucking get it."

He turns to you again, eyes twisted and lips tight. He gives an unsure nod, not really buying that you of all people would ask him for help. He is the loser. You aren't.

You take the plate and put it in the kitchen then lead Shimura to your room. Your chemistry notes and books are all spread out on your bed.

Tenko takes a second to let the room register. He has thought about your room many times. Imagined you in all kinds of ways in it. But he was so off. "Your pc set up is really nice," he comments, immediately recognizing that there was thought and knowhow behind it.

"Thank you?" You smile softly. "Took a while to– anyway." You grab your notes and the two of you sit down on the bed.

Shimura begins to explain but you hardly listen. You are too focused on his gloved hands. His quirk truly is something. Even during training he doesn't use it. It's part why everyone picks on, thinks he's so weird. He doesn't wanna be close to people, it's so easy to pick him out. He is practically begging for it.

"You aren't listening?" Tenko realizes and blinks at you.

"Cmon, just do it for me," you groan.

It would be so easy to not protest. He would do it and be out of here in a matter of minutes but if he does it once… you will force him again and again. And quite frankly, why should he be scared of you right now? It's just you. You don't have Todoroki and co to back you up.

Tenko puts the notebook down and gets up, mustering up every ounce of courage. "No. Do your own homework."

Your face twists with confusion then you laugh softly, "oh, shit. So you can be not a total pushover? Insane."

He rolls his eyes and walks out of your room, down the hallway and to the front door. Your apartments are exact copies of each other so he has no trouble finding his way around.

"Bye," he shoots sharply. "Thanks again for the keys."

You can't even say anything else before he's gone, your front door falls into its lock. You shrug to yourself. Weirdly enough there's a sensation of satisfaction spreading in your chest. He said no. He actually said no.

Tenko can't believe he told you off. He just walked out. He just… he is shaking. Today is so bad… just such an awful day. He wants to crawl under a rock and never come out, just dissappear from life altogether. He wants to forget you… wants to erase every circling thought he has about you. Why can't you just be nice to him? He'd do your homework… he'd do anything. 

》》》》

It's the weekend when Tenko and Toshinori walk home from grocery shopping like they always do. Tenko is pretty sure that he is so acutely aware of his surroundings because he needs to be utterly vigilant to avoid your or Todoroki's scrutiny. You are sitting on a bench before the apartment complex, hugging your own legs and it is obvious that you are upset. It is cold and you're just in a t-shirt and there really seems to be no reason whatsoever for you to be here.

"Toshi, I go check on (Y/N)," Tenko announces and Toshinori now notices too.

"Alright, champ. Give me the bags," Toshinori takes the grocery bags and heads off, separating from Tenko as he walks past you.

"(L/N)? You okay?" He asks, voice coming out breathy and rough. He can't help how his heart beats faster. He doesn't know if it's fear or the crush he has on you.

You startle. You were so absorbed in thought you didn't see or hear him approach. "What do you want you fucking creep?!" You bark but he now sees that you've been crying.

Tenko sits down beside you. "Go inside it's cold."

"Why would I listen to you, loser?!" You say but only shrink. "I can't go inside. Mom told me to leave… her new boyfriend is over."

"Oh," Tenko nods. "Then call Touya to pick you up or something?"

"Why would I do that?!"

"He's your boyfriend… I don't know."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Tenko can't help but feel satisfaction at the confirmation. He was pretty certain that Todoroki and you didn't date but… he never truly knew. "You wanna have dinner with me and my uncle?"

It takes you a while to answer. "The pancakes were pretty good."

Tenko smiles a little.

Toshinori doesn't mind and you help Tenko prepare dinner then the three of you eat together. It is awkward because Toshinori is under the impression that Tenko and you are friends and the two of you are telling all these half lies to somehow get away without revealing the true nature of your relationship. He is the loser and you are the bully. Or something like that. Because Tenko is also pretty sure Todoroki wouldn't have dropped off his key that day or that Tenko wouldn't have cared if it was Todoroki being upset. And of course, Tenko still has this huge crush on you that just doesn't go away.

Toshinori needs to leave for patrol after dinner and you stay, helping him wash the dishes and Tenko isn't oblivious to your eyes flicking to his ungloved hands time and time again. He is in his own home. Whatever you may say… he will be okay.

"You know," you begin, taking a long break again. "Your quirk isn't useless. But you need something like Mr. Aizawa to actually fight."

Tenko thinks about all the times you told him how utterly useless he is. Whenever there were group assignments in hero training you and him ended up in the same group. And you were always the one who bailed him out when Todoroki targeted him; when everyone did because he is the weakest link. He is useless in those situations.

"I wanna be a rescue hero. I don't need to fight."

"That thinking will get you killed, you dummy. You need to defend yourself. Even if you'd just spin some lore about how scary and dangerous your quirk is, it would be a warning… but you just wear your gloves all the time and never use it."

"What do you mean?" He frowns and looks at you.

"I mean," you step closer to him and he drops the sponge, raising his bare hands high in the air to keep them as far away from you as possible. His eyes flicker to the gloves on the counter and you use your quirk to make them hover to the coffee table, out of his reach.

"Your quirk is scary. It could be repellent. A tool. But you are so scared of it," you taunt.

He hits the wall and then feels your body press up against his. His mind gets lulled, he can only feel your knee between his legs, dangerous close to his crotch now and nothing else. 

"Like who the fuck is scared of their own quirk," you laugh and now Tenko is scared you move even an inch closer. He reaches for your wrist, his pinky extending wide to keep away from your skin.

Your gaze shifts to where he touches you and he watches you swallow. "See. That's what I mean. Shitting myself right now, won't lie. Your pinky touches me and I am gone. That's intimidating, that's a tool."

"I don't wanna use my quirk like that," Tenko tells you and pushes you out of the way, going for his gloves. 

You make him fall to the ground so easily because he doesn't know how to stop you. "Then learn how to properly fight and defend yourself. I won't always watch your stupid back, loser!"

And something about that makes his blood simmer. You? You watch his back?! Since when?! You stab him again and again and again in the back and heart; everywhere. Your words hurt, your disgusted glances even more.

"All itchy now, Shimura?" You coo.

Tenko is boiling. He didn't realize he started to scratch his skin. He yells out and gets up from the floor, tackling you to the ground. "You're so–" He doesn't know how you even did it but now he is under you, pinned down by your bodyweight. You aren't even using your quirk.

"Sloppy," you grin, pinning his wrists down to the ground. You are so close now, breath fanning over his face, your chest pressed against his.

"(Y/N)--" He chokes out when he feels your fingers in his palm, eyes going wide with fear. Your thumb touches his, index and middle finger next. "Stop."

You do and sit back, not shy to have your whole weight resting on his crotch. Something he has yearned for so desperately for so long.

"Shimura–" Your eyes widen.

"Please, get off," he whispers, eyes staying glued on the ceiling. He will die. This is his death. All because he wanted to be nice to you.

Tenko's breath hitches when he feels your breath hit his neck. He closes his eyes, squeezes them shut. You roll your hips. Just once. Just applying minimal pressure but his mouth falls open nonetheless releasing a restraint whine.

"You think you're so slick about staring at me, creep," you husk and then get up, pulling him up by his wrist. You sit down on the counter, still grinning as he hurriedly puts on his gloves. He doesn't dare to look at you.

"Have you ever kissed anyone, Shimura?"

"No," he whispers. "Can you leave now? We- we're done… please leav–"

"Wanna kiss?"

His eyes suddenly shoot up, meeting yours. His red gaze is shocked and calculated, trying to read your intentions. "Why?" He scratches his eyes. "Don't be like this– don't trick me with this shit!? Why are you so–"

"I mean it," you say genuine. The act drops from your muscles. "But I won't kiss you… you gotta kiss me."

Tenko sighs. "Are you serious? You won't tell people I forced–"

"Shimura."

He lets go of a restrained breath. Tenko felt like he was shaking all over. This is a bad idea. You are tricking him. You must be. But what if you aren't? Then this is his chance.

"I won't ask ag–" Your eyes widen for a second, taken by surprise at his sudden initiative. He stands between your legs, gloved hands on the table beside your thighs, awkwardly pressing his lips to yours. He doesn't move his rough lips at all, just holds them on yours and you can't help but smile into the frozen peck. Your hands move into his hair and you start to really kiss him. Shimura learns fast and you get much more into it than expected. Your skin is all fuzzy, your mind clocking out. Your tongue slips into his mouth and he can't stop the soft whine reverberating from his lungs.

It feels so good. It feels so good he doesn't ever want to stop. He doesn't ever want to not feel you like this. And he is so sure you enjoy this too. You enjoy kissing him. You and him are kissing. 

He eventually needs to pull away for air or he would pass out. His face falls to your shoulder, able to breathe in your scent with every deep inhale. He sighs when he feels your nails on his scalp, raking through his bleached hair.

"You okay, Shimura? You–" You ask, about to make a joke but when he straightens up and you see the deep blush on his cheeks and how big his eyes are now, how absolutely feral he looks at you, you can't think of anything.

"Cat got your tongue, huh?" He grins and now you are the one looking at him like a lost puppy for once… for the first time… and it's like a drug. Maybe you bully him to get those eyes from him? He'd understand. He'd fucking get it.

"You get one kiss and suddenly are– hm." He hooks his hands under your knees and pulls you forward, closer.

"Shut up," he says and kisses you again.

It is obvious he just runs down all the tricks you've done before but you are not the one leading this kiss now. He doesn't let you come up for air either, cupping your face and holding you in place. He is so desperate and demanding and you feel skin melt… especially at your core.

You bite down on his lip and he groans from deep within his stomach and you finally manage to pull your swollen lips away. "Fucking pervert," you whisper breathlessly. And contrary to your hostile tone your hand slides down his surprisingly toned chest, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Your eyes met, silent but clear confirmation on both sides.

You unbutton his jeans and slide your hand into them, massaging his bulge over the thin fabric of his briefs. 

"Ah," Tomura sighs softly and his head drops to your shoulder again. He has dreamed of this.

"Don't tease me," he heaves.

"I do whatever I want–"

He bites into your neck and you have to muster up every last bit of self control to not whimper like a bitch in heat. He is driving you crazy. Shimura Tenko. Him. You push at his chest, getting to your feet, "you fucking loser."

And now he smiles and your stomach churns. "At this point you calling me a loser just turns me on," he giggles softly, high on chemicals he hasn't ever felt running through his blood stream before.

You take his wrist and walk through the apartment to his room, pushing him on the bed and you absolutely loathe the hearts in his eyes, the small little, satisfied grin. "You need an invitation to take my clothes off?"

He laughs softly, "does it bother you so much you're turned on?" He moves his gloved fingers up and back down your arms, leaving goosebumps despite the fabric separating your skin. He takes off your shirt as you ask, shy again for a moment but you rip off his hoodie before he can act upon his hesitation.

"You have no idea how lucky you are," you mumble, head heating up with humiliation. It would be social suicide if people found out but the feeling between your thighs is getting agonizing… it aches for him. You want this… you want him.

"I do know," he smiles and travels soft kisses over your shoulder. "Fuck, I do know how lucky I am." He still thinks this is a dream.

"Shimura," you sigh, rolling your hips on his crotch again, desperate for friction. "I hate you so much."

"You should be nicer," Tenko smiles up. He is having the time of his life. You want to bite him. He flips you around, lays you down on your back and kisses your neck, timidly suckling and nipping until you breathe heavier and roam his body with uncontrollable hands.

"You should be nicer because you're getting super desperate and I can still choose to be mean, bitch," Tenko whispers against your ear, giving you a taste of your own medicine and you moan out.

You can't believe he is talking to you like that. He's terrified of you. He's such a pushover and such a loser and he's so hot. "No," you whine. "I'm nice." You plead and your hand now moves into his briefs, fingers wrapping around his erect cock. "I'm so nice… loser."

He lets out a laugh, or a moan or a bit of both and his pants are gone in an instant. He's big. Bigger than what you expect. You wonder for a second if Touya is insecure about it. You assume he must have seen Tenko naked at some point. After swimming or intense hero training, take a shower or the summer camp. Because you know for a fact that Tenko is bigger than Touya.

Your thumb moves over his pretty pink slit, just the ghost of the touch and he whimpers so divinely. You apply more pressure, precum leaking from the sides of your thumb and he chokes back a moan. Your wrist loosely moves down his shaft and back up, alternating speed and pressure.

"(Y/N)," he sighs, head falling back against the pillows. "Please… please, be good."

You squirm a little. Fuck. You want to be good. You want to be good for him. But you're not… not one bit. Not to him. You never have been. "Shimura? A-are you sure? Are you sure you wanna… do it with me? Your first time?"

He raises his head, beads of glistening sweat on his rough skin. "Only you… no one else."

You can't help but smile. It feels different with him. It feels like he really wants you and not just your body and it is weird and confusing and overwhelming. You kiss him again, softer… more mindful and sweet even if you're jerking him off at the same time, pumping his throbbing length in your fist.

You pull back, brushing his hair away to admire him. "You imagined that, didn't you? Jerking off, pretending it was me." Your tone is all sultry and his stomach his flipping and flopping around like crazy.

"Did," he hums. "Every day… fuck… every day." Tenko feels how he is getting close. Too close. "Please… stop… stop, baby."

"I don't know," you kiss his cheek. "Wanna see you cum."

"Wanna be inside you," he whines and bucks his hips into your hand, heels digging into the mattress. "Stop."

"You can't do anything about it, loser boy."

And Tenko realizes that you're wrong. You are so damn wrong. He reels at your moan and your perplexed face when you're suddenly under him. One swift movement. Your eyes are doe like, astonished yet again by his sudden boldness.

"I told you to stop? Good girls listen… you know that, right? Or are you so dumb you don't get it? Didn't I tell you to be nice? Didn't I?"

"You did," you whisper back, cheeks heating up visibly. You can't believe you are into this… into the way he talks now. He's so different.

"I did." Tenko takes the rest of your clothes off and just stares at you for a long while, admiring your exposed body sprawled out before him. He is so lucky. He is the luckiest guy in the world.

"Shimura," you try to cover up as the moment lasts a little too long but he takes your hands.

"You are so beautiful."

"You are so cringe," you look away.

He takes your chin between his gloved fingers and you are once again entirely mesmerised. He kisses you, softer. "So fucking beautiful," he whispers.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. "Fuck me already, dumbass."

"You see… I don't really know… how," he laughs in the crook of your neck.

You can't help but smile. You change positions again. His hands hold your hips, plush skin spilling between his gloved fingers. He feels your thighs next, exploring your body more urgently. He stays away from your tits, scared he will wake up when he gets too greedy.

"Condom?" You ask.

"Y-yeah," Tenko reaches for the drawer and gets the unopened box Toshinori got him some time ago out. He never imagined he would actually get to use it. He watches how you rip it open and read the packet as you do. Your eyebrows drop and you curse something under your breath, looking utterly annoyed.

"Look, this will work for now but you should probably…. Size up you know? So it's comfortable." You tell him and hold the single condom to his mouth, tossing the box. "Bite," you smile. And who is he to not do anything you say? He bites down on the edge of the sachet and you use the leverage that gives to tear the thing open. His heart starts beating so fast now.

"(Y/N)...?"

"Yes?" You push your hair back and look at him, the seriousness catching you off guard now.

"Do you really want to do this?" Tenko asks.

You feel a tug in your chest. You don't think any guy you've been with asked what you wanted. And especially with their cocks as hard as his is right now, you are sure that none of them would have accepted a no. They did not care about you. Not like Tenko just did… like he does. It feels intimate on a level you haven't experienced yet. 

"Because we don't have to… I know you don't like… like me… I just–" Tenko bites his lip hard when you put the condom on his cock, sliding the sticky latex down his shaft until it snugly sits against him. He lets out a soft breath. No, you were right. This works for now but… it's not comfortable. And not in a condoms aren't comfortable way but a this just doesn't fit right way.

"Just shut up, okay?" You tell him. "You think I'd put up with you–" He pulls you in for a kiss and you are glad. You kiss for a while, naked bodies just tangled against each other. He is still too scared to fully explore every inch of your skin. You wish he would take off the stupid gloves.

"Ready, loser?" You say, lips softly brushing against his. He looks at you through lidded eyes with his hair stuck to his forehead. His rough lips are swollen and pink just like the flush in his cheeks. He looks ethereal.

"Yeah."

"Shimura? Just tell me if something is wrong, yeah?" You want to make him feel as comfortable as he makes you feel but you know you're terrible at it.

"Will do."

He watches with meticulous attention how you lift your hips and he panics for a second because he should have probably given you something beforehand. That's what you do, right? That's foreplay? It's too late for that now. You know what you're doing… it's gonna be fine.

"Oh!" He moans out. His body tenses as his aching tip slides into your snug hole. It's unlike anything. Nothing could ever describe the feeling. "Fuuuck," he breathes deeply. You take him slowly and Tenko's attention sharpens with every inch, with every little moan and whimper escaping your lips. And then, he is sheathed entirely inside of you. He can feel every flutter and clench of your warm, snug, velvet walls. It is pure bliss. Your wetness drools from your cunt, making such a pretty mess between you. Tenko's eyes are transfixed to where your bodies are joined now. He is invading you, he is part of you right now.

"T-tenko," you whisper, sharply. Your head is thrown back, your lips parted and your chest rises and falls heavily.

Not Shimura. Not Loser or dusty or anything. But Tenko.

You whine softly and roll your hips. He can see the shiver running down your body. He has to stop himself from coming right then.

"Y-you feel so good," he presses over his lips in short pants. "So warm and tight and soaking."

You smile. And again. Tenko fists the sheet at your sight, nearly losing it. You look so dumb, so puppy-like. He feels a fire start in his veins but he doesn't know what to do about it yet.

You gasp when you try to pick up the pace. Your bounces come irregular, your pace sloppy and out of place. You are trying to keep your eyes on him but you hardly can as they keep rolling back or crossing. Tenko is panting and whimpering with every drag of his cock, looking at you like you are a goddess blessing him. You are.

"M'sorry," you whine and your nails drag into the skin of his chest, leaving red lines.

"Fuck… for what?"

"Not going faster… need a moment… so big… so full."

"(Y/N)," he whimpers. "Lewd bitch." Tenko doesn't know why he said that, why it felt so good to say it. 

"I am… just a lewd bitch. T'is all I am."

He grabs your hips, eyes shooting wide open. He feels a tingle all over. He grabs your hips and thrusts his own hips up, seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain alike.

"Please!" You sigh, eyes rolling back. "Wanna be fucked. Wanna be good for you. Tenko."

He gets it. A switch flipped in that moment. He flips you over, lays you down as he kneels between your legs with his cock in his hands. He aligns it with your entrance, eyes on you to make sure he isn't hurting you. Your fingertips dance up and down his toned arms, eyes full of hearts; he isn't making it up. He pushes his pelvis forward slowly reentering you and seeing your utter happiness about it is nearly better than the feeling itself.

"You're so good f'me. You're such a good girl. The best girl." He kisses your cheek softly, bottoming out and staying like this for a moment.

You smile. A smile that is unlike any he has ever seen. It is full of bliss, full of satisfaction and fulfilment and you just look so dumb and it makes his blood seethe.

"Fuck," he groans. "Dumb little slut."

You kiss him at that. The kiss is feral like you're trying to consume him. His hair keeps getting in the way, falling forward into his face, or hitting you.

You giggle and so does he. It is magic. You collect all the bothersome strands and tie them up, kissing his nose when you're done.

"I'm gonna fucking die?" Tenko pants and slowly starts to move in an irregular pattern, dragging his cock along your gummy walls deeply and slowly. "You're so cute. You're so fucking perfect."

You mewl and he whimpers feeling your nails scratch down his back. "Shut u-up."

He thrusts harder at that and you cry out, hands flying up to his face. "Ten!"

He grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you for leverage and starts to pound into you. The sounds you make are so obscene, so perfect. Your skin is slapping together rhythmically. "You're perfect, you dumb slut. So perfect!"

"Tenko," you wail, surrendering to him completely and gladly.

"You hear me?"

You nod as best as you could.

"I'm gonna cum," Tenko hisses and whimpers, kissing your face so softly in contrast to the relentless pounding.

"Cum for me, you loser," you whispered between gasps and moans, grinning.

"Are you close?" He fists the sheet beside your head. "Tell me you're close!"

"D-don't worry a-about me." No boy has ever made you cum… something is for sure wrong with you. He can't help you either.

Tenko barely has an idea about what he is doing, but he knows he is not a selfish lover. He raises his gloved hand to his mouth, pulling off his glove with his teeth. You don't realize.

His hand travels between you and he needs a moment to find the sensitive nub that is crowning your delicious cunt but he does. He knows he is at the right place when you squirm and moan his name more desperately.

"Does that feel good?"

"Y-yes… fuck, yes."

You cup his face and try to kiss him but you're both just gasping and panting into each other's mouth.

"Tenko?" Your back arches suddenly, your eyes meet his like you're saying your farewell. Your nails leave indents in his dry skin, holding onto him for dear like as your eyes fall shut suddenly and your mouth gapes.

He can feel your gummy falls dance around him, fluttering and swelling with your orgasm ripping through. He fists the sheets with his gloved hand, his face drops into the crook of your neck as he moans out lewdly, ropes of his own pleasure caught in the latex. He collapses on top of you, the two of you just panting and you're still shaking, jerking every now and then. Tenko makes sure to keep his exposed hand away from you.

After a moment he feels your ghosting fingertips run up and back down his back, then release his hair from the hair tie. "Get off, loser!" You whisper but it's with endearment, it's with a smile. You take off the condom and then you're gone for a moment, probably using the bathroom.

"Wow," Tenko whispers to himself. How would he ever get enough of this. How would he ever get enough of you?

You return and sit on the bed, looking at him somewhat coyly. All the boys you've been with wouldn't even look at you after, wanting you to just disappear. But Tenko isn't like that… right?

"You okay?" He asks with a smile, pulling you back to lay beside him. "Did I do something wrong?" He sees the sadness in your eyes. "I didn't really mean what I called you–"

"I'm fine," you kiss his nose. "It was amazing. What about you?"

He can't help the wide smile that spreads on his face and he hides it in your skin. Answer enough. He is happy.

"I didn't know you dye your hair," you say, fingers going through his strands, tugging slightly at the dark roots.

"Hm."

"Emo."

He pinches your side and you squirm in his arms. "Stop!" He buries his face into your shoulder and bites, making you squeak. "Tenko!" Your laugh is so beautiful. He has never heard it before. You have never before laughed from your heart like you do now.

He smiles.

"What… now?"

You get on top of him, your hands are on his throat but you don't squeeze. "I will kill you if you tell a single soul about this, Shimura. I swear I will end your life."

"I won't… I'm not Todoroki," he spits, not realizing what he is implying and you get it. You understand what he is saying and it makes you feel sick but you don't want to think about it now.

You lay in bed some more but eventually decide to get some air. The heat isn't leaving your bodies, staying tender in your cheeks and you both agree that going again isn't an option. You are tired.

You sit on the roof and it's chilly. Just what you need. Your legs are dangling over the edge, your gazes on the city light ahead.

"I know I don't have to explain anything to you," you start. "But… I had sex with Touya one time… when I was too drunk to say no."

Tenko's head turns swiftly to look at you. "W-what?"

"Don't make a big deal out of it…. It's whatever," you shrug.

No. No, that is definitely not what it is. It's not whatever. It's wrong… so wrong and Touya shouldn't get away with it. And worse, the videos and pictures Touya idly showed to all the other boys, some kind of prize or badge to him, now Tenko knows they were taken without consent too.

"It's not whatever," he mumbles.

"I– I won't be nice to you at school now, you know, right?" You say, peering over to hope and see some kind of hurt but his gaze is hard and indifferent.

"Sure."

"We can keep having sex if you want? Friends with benefits situation."

"Just that we aren't friends," Tenko breathes deeply.

"Yeah… just that we aren't friends."

The next day Tenko walks into class with one glove missing. You take notice of him the second he steps into the class and you take notice of the missing glove as well. He seems focused like he is on a mission and he would let nothing get in his way.

"Dusty!" Touya laughs. "How was your weekend bro?" Touya's mocking tone and false intentions were flashing like billboards to anyone.

"It was amazing, actually," Tenko husks and with one swift movement touches Touya's phone. Everyone gasps and you jump up. What was that for?

Touya is yelling and cursing and threatening but Tenko sits down in his seat with a determined face.

He should have done that the first time Touya showed nudes to the other boys. If he gets into trouble it is absolutely worth it.

Your and Tenko's eyes meet for a brief second. You don't know about the pictures and videos and Tenko wants to save you the shame. He feels like a puppy again when you roll your eyes, uttering an insult under your breath.

And it's been like that ever since. Not really technically friends with benefits. But Tenko is sure you still are somehow friends. A friend would definitely help patch him up and lay frozen beans on his bruises like you did the following afternoon to the phone incident. And a friend would ask about what games he likes to play and listen to his rants and be there when he's sick. Granted, a friend wouldn't insult him at school and be part of the Todo-gang. With Todoroki being Tenko's main bully. But a friend also wouldn't have sex with him nearly every day because you cannot keep your hands off each other. A friend would probably not discover all these kinks and preferences along with him. A friend wouldn't beg for him like you do and submit to him the way you do when he is balls deep inside your soaking hole, a friend also wouldn't push him to the brink of madness, rendering him a whimpering mess. That's not what friends do.

Tenko isn't your friend. He knows that. He hates the idea of being your friend. 

He loves you. He is utterly, madly in love with you. And it is starting to hurt.

"Tenko! Tenko!" You cry. "Fuck!"

He has your arms pinned above your head, holding your wrists together with one of his hands. The two of you have switched to artist gloves, allowing skin to touch with still having the safety of fabric covering him.

He is different today. Like an animal. He has a mission. A goal.

His free hand is playing with your clit, his fat cock dragging deliciously deep into your gummy walls. Each thrust makes you shake and wither in his hold. He wants to break you and he is so close.

You agree that it is hilarious. You are the bully at school and Tenko is the pushover loser who lets it happen, but when you have sex he is the one being the bully and you happily take whatever he deals out.

Tears well in your eyes as you throw your head back against the mattress. "Ten! Please! Can'tcan'tcan't! Stop! Stop! Fuck!"

His gaze lifts from your swollen pussy and it is almost sinister. "Take it," he says breathy but calmly. "Just take it… like I always take it when you're mean."

"I'm not! Not anymore!" You sob. "Not mean to you."

He laughs in your face, following it up with a tender kiss. "Liar."

It's not entirely untrue. You have dialled back your attacks and group work with you is kinda fun these days… only if none of the Todo-gang is involved. 

You nod, big tearing eyes pinning his down, knowing it's true. You could be nicer. You could be his friend… really.

"I love when you cry," he groans. "You're such a dumb little fucking girl, look at you. Look at you," he coos.

 "Tenko-kun– I will– it feels–"  you try to warn but lack the words to describe this new sensation so all you do is wiggle and arch and completely melt in his touch.

"Cum for me, baby. I got you. I got you, baby girl. I'll promise you'll be fine."

"I know," you squeal. "Trust you so much." The grip on your wrists loosens at that and his gaze is much softer now but you are too blissed out to realize.

When you say stuff like that it just hurts because Tenko doesn't know if you mean it. He wishes you would.

"Ten!" You gasp and with a final hard drag of his cock he makes you come undone, fall apart in his grip.

"Fuck!" He growls, pulling out to make way for your squirt to escape. Your legs are trembling, your body tensed with your hands ripping at the sheets and you are utterly silent, nothing but pressured inhales and exhales leaving your mouth.

"Messy slut," Tenko grins. He keeps rubbing your clit, coaxing more liquid out of you still before sliding back into your ruined cunt. You bring your arms up to his shoulders pulling him closer.

"Ten," you whisper against his skin, utterly spent and fucked dumb. You hold him close as he slowly down, kissing every inch of your shoulder and kissing the trails of tears from your cheeks.

"Atta girl. So good for me like always," he whispers.

"What happened?" You whisper with a smile. "What was that?"

"You squirted," he smiles. "And it was so hot."

"Oh… I swear I was scared I peed myself."

He smiles, "you did so well for me."

And then you realize, eyes shooting up and mind sobering up from all the endorphins in a dooming crash. "You didn't–?"

He pulls out, cock still hard and throbbing with an angry red tip and you know it's not on purpose. Because if he wanted to continue he would not let you come down alone.

That never happened before. And it scares you. You hate it. He looks away ashamed, hands nipping at his skin for just a moment before you grab them. 

It's not like he didn't want to cum… he just couldn't get himself there… not even when he finally got you to squirt. Not even then? Something is wrong with him.

You both sit up. Your eyes now register the mess you've made of him and his sheets.

"D-did I do something wrong?" You ask. "Was it something I–"

"No! Of course not!" He cups your face.

Silence. 

"I… I should clean this up," you swallow the hurt and get up but your legs don't want to work.

"No. I'll do it. You go clean yourself up, alright?" He kisses your forehead.

You nod, moving slowly to gather your stuff and head to the bathroom.

Tenko sits there for a moment cursing himself. What is wrong with him? What is the issue suddenly?! You are the hottest girl on this earth to him and your compatibility when it comes to sex is insane. Why wouldn't he be able to finish?!

Tenko feels his heart sink when he hears the front door fall shut.

No… you didn't do anything wrong. He loves you. He just loves you and this fling stuff just isn't what he wants.

》》》》

You haven't talked in 3 days. You are avoiding him like the plague and somehow that is worse than your ridicule.

The hallway is empty when he stands before you. You are at the top of the stairs and he is at the bottom. Tenko always keeps his head down at school but not right now. He is looking at you, standing tall and he swears he is about to come clean in some form but then Touya comes into view behind you.

"You are coming to the party, right?" He says and walks ahead, oblivious to your hesitation and the charge in the air. "Wear that blue dress, I like, kay?"

"Why would I?" You finally snap out of it and head down the stairs. Tenko going up, gaze finding the floor again.

"I'm asking you. It looks good on you. Makes your tits look nice."

"Tch."

Tenko hates that you let him talk to you like that. He hates that you let so many guys reduce you to just your looks.

"What ya looking at, dusty?!" Touya barks and Tenko doesn't even realize he grimaced. Normally, Touya would leave it at that and Tenko would just walk away. But since their altercation about the phone things have been more hands on.

Touya shoves at Tenko's shoulder and he loses his balance falling back. It would have been bad. If he would have really fallen. He would have definitely ended up needing to see recovery girl. But he doesn’t fall. He hangs in the air and his gaze immediately shifts to you, seeing your wide, worried eyes and stretched out hand. You grab Tenko's gloved hand and pull him to stand again.

"Are you okay, Shimura?" You ask, holding the back of his elbow.

"Yes," he clears his throat and his voice shakes. "Thank you." He doesn't look at you. Not knowing what to do with Touya still there, with how things are between you right now.

You turn around to Todoroki, seething. "Are you fucking crazy?!"

Todoroki bites his tongue. No one ever calls him out.

You stood up for him. You saved him. And you called him by his name. You touched him. All in front of Touya.

It could be that easy? It could be so easy then after all?! It is nighttime when Tenko cannot take it anymore. He storms out to knock at your door but you are standing before him. In a sexy black dress, wearing platform heels. Tenko doesn't know if it is the dress Touya wanted you to wear. He hates that thought.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"Not now," you want to walk past him but he gets in the way.

"(Y/N), please. I… I can't have this be a fling anymore." He needs more. He is selfish and greedy but he needs more. He loves you. He does.

"I gotta go," your voice shook.

"Why are you going?"

"Why not? My friends and I are going to a party. Why wouldn't I go?"

"Because they aren't your friends."

"You don't even have friends, Shimura. What do you know? You're a fucking loser. You have never been to a fucking party, or been part of a group. Or been important to anyone! You're nobody. You are all alone!"

Tenko swallows, his face twitches and he starts to itch at his neck almost instantly. "Okay," he whispers sharply and turns around, closing the door and sliding down against it. He hasn't cried in so long but he cannot stop the tears from coming now, hugging himself.

》》》》

Touya snickers as he gets you to his car. "You drank like you are asking to black out," he laughs.

You just hum. That was the idea. You wanted to forget how much you hated Tenko.

You fix your seat belt somehow and the car starts to move. Touya is so spoiled. Gets a car. Gets gas money. Gets everything he wants. Well, almost everything. But he still thinks he can take whatever he desires.

"Hand off," you warn when you feel his warm palm on your thigh.

"Oh cmon. We usually fuck after parties?" He pouts.

"It was once… because I was drunk," you sigh and lay your head against the cool glass of the window. "I don't want to sleep with you."

"I think you do."

You don't answer, feeling yourself getting tired with the alcohol lulling your senses. You doze off for what feels like half a second but when you wake up the car is parked in utter darkness. Touya is trying to pull the top of your dress down to expose your breasts.

You freeze for a second then your fists begin to glow as you pull your energy into it and strike across his face.

"You fucking bitch! What the fuck!?" He bellows but it's faint because you're already out of the car and just hurrying away in a random direction.

Tears shoot into your eyes and you sob. You haven't cried in so long but you are now. You can't stop the tears from coming.

》》》》

It is absolutely ridiculous. Tenko is waiting at his door, leaning onto the railing of the balcony to look out into the parking lot, waiting for Touya's stupid car to pull up. He just wants to know you are safe.

It gets late. And later and even later and then a figure stalks into the space, hugging herself.

Your tears are still running but you have fallen into a state of delirious apathy by now. Or so you thought because when the elevator doors open to Tenko looking distraught and worried you just sob again, falling into his arms.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?" He repeats, kindly stroking the back of your head.

"Peachy," you muster a smile through your tears.

"(Y/N)," he sighs. "Are you okay?" He is so serious, holding you in place by your shoulders and you realize what he is truly asking.

You nod and sniff. "I punched Touya in the face and walked for two hours."

Tenko sighs yet again but it is more relieved now. "Atta girl."

"Ten–" Your sobs drown out your voice.

"Cmon, I'll make you some quick Ramen."

"You don't have to force yourself to be nice to me now… not after what I said," you heave. "I don't deserve it."

And somehow you still end up in his kitchen. Somehow he still finds it in himself to be there for you, to be gentle and kind and caring when all you've been to him is awful. 

Tenko is full of love. He has so much love to give. Touya picked the best guy to tear down and everyone but especially you have been complacent in the bullying. 

You change into one of his shirts and the two of you lay down.

"Do you have to throw up?" He asks.

"No."

"I hate when people throw up."

"I don't have to throw up."

"Good."

Silence.

He turns his head to look at you, making out the tears still coming from your eyes silently in the dimly lit ambiance. "Why did it bother you so much that I didn't cum that day?" He asked.

"Because I'm only worth something when I am desirable… when I'm accessible too. You don't want me anymore and I can't deal with the rejection. I can never."

"Shut up!" Tenko wants to scream but it comes out as a whisper. He sits up and turns fully to you. How could you think that about yourself?! "Have you ever considered that I want to be intimate with you because I like you! Because you are awful at playing video games but you still do it because I like it. Or because you are so damn confusing, kind as the softest soul and a bitch at the same time and you cook for me and you let me rant and you laugh so beautifully it makes me ache. Because you– you try so hard to get better, because you like dogs so much and because you help people. If you tell me we won't have sex for the rest of our lives I would still love you!" He chokes up at that. "I love you! You are so much more… so much. I was feeling awful because all I could think about was that you aren't mine! Not truly. It had nothing to do with you. And you are more than just a body, (Y/N). Dammit."

"B-but y-you said, you said you didn't want me anymore?"

"When did I say that?!" He frowns and thinks really hard. "No! No. No! I meant I don't want this to be a fling anymore because I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend!"

"Oh."

Tenko can't help but laugh. You sniff, focused on his scrunched up nose and flopping hair. He is beautiful. He is breathtakingly handsome. You reach out and touch his neck. Your fingers softly slide over the self-inflicted wounds there from scratching. It is your fault and you know it.

You cup his face and he gets quiet at the seriousness in your eyes. "I am sorry… for everything, Tenko," you say. "I am so sorry. I am sorry."

"Okay," he nods. "It's okay."

"It's not," you hug him. "I know that."

"You really need to sleep," he softly kisses your temple. He does not need to talk about it now. He doesn't need to rewind the flicker of resentment he might still feel, somewhere deep inside. He is sure it is cancelled out by the love he feels for you anyway. You will have to talk about it but not now.

"Why are you still crying?" Tenko offers softly.

"I don't know. I am so stupid," you fist his shirt. "From the first time on it's been different with you, tou treated me differently, better and I still… got in the way."

"Then get out of the way?"

You think for a moment. "Yeah."

He is right.

》》》》

Tenko slips the hood of his sweater on and grabs his backpack. He makes sure he packed everything, especially the lunch Toshinori prepared because if he doesn't Toshi will worry.

Tenko knew it wasn't the time to resolve everything on Sunday. You slept until way into the afternoon. He actually went over to inform your mother but of course she hardly cared. And when you finally woke up you were just so out of it; hungover and emotionally exhausted. It was okay really. It really was okay.

Tenko grabs his keys and closes the front door, locking it two times. He is deeply in thoughts, thinking about you and him and what will happen now that he came clean. He told you he loved you. What the fuck.

He turns and nearly jumps into the wall. His heart stops beating altogether.

"Hi," you smile and take his hand, locking your fingers to his. "Slept well?"

"Y-yes?" You walk to the elevator together, then the bus. On the bus you lay your head on his shoulders despite schoolmates already being on it.

"A-are you better?" He asks eventually because he cannot take the looks anymore. You look so different. More… you. The you he knows anyway.

"Yes," your thumb softly traces his covered knuckles. "Are you okay? Are we okay?"

"Y-yes! Yes!" He squeezes your hand.

You lean over and kiss his cheek, pushing back his hair with a smile.

"(Y/N)?" He just stares at you in confusion.

"What? Am I not good at doing this girlfriend thing?" Your face goes pale.

Tenko is sure he suddenly developed his grandmother's quirk. He is sure he floated for a second. He is so sure. He feels like he is on fire. It's a good itchy. It's amazing.

"No," he smiles with teeth. "You're doing great."

Tenko can't lie. He is terrified when you arrive at school and your hands are still tangled up. He is shaking. Everyone is looking and everyone is staring and mumbling and uttering.

"You're doing great too," you smile at him. "You're fine."

You saw Touya a mile away. The whole left side of his face was black and blue. He steps up to you and Tenko, keeping his eyes down so you are sure he hasn't even registered it yet.

"Can we talk?"

"No," you say.

"Tch!? What the hell is your problem?!"

"Fuck off, Todoroki!" Tenko says.

And now Touya finally looks and sees. His eyes stay at your interlocking hands then raises to your face and then his and back to yours.

"You are kidding, right? You are kidding?" He laughs.

"Let's go, Ten."

"Ten?!" He laughs more. "You are unbelievable. Is this to make me jealous?!"

You take a deep breath. "Nothing I do from here on is about you… has anything to do with you. You are awful, Todoroki."

"This fucking loser?! You bitch can't be serious?!"

"Leave her alone," Tenko threatens.

"Shut up!" Touya barks. "Go fucking kill yourself, you freak!"

"Stop!" You let go of Tenko and shove at Touya's chest. "You are just an asshole, Touya! And I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry your daddy doesn't fucking love you and you feel the need to hurt other people because of it! And I am sorry I let you, I am sorry I was part of it. But we are done, you can fuck off!!"

The people in the hallway all gasp and Touya blinks in shock at someone talking back at him.

You take Tenko's hand and walk ahead. He can feel you shaking.

"I love you," he says.

I have a dream

Just imagine:

Tomura is now finaly the king of his new shaped world. Don't ask me how, don't mention all for one. Lets just say he take care of them. He his now the one and only supreme commender and he have everything. Everything ? Well no actually. He doesn't have a darling. A good little pet to get his dick wet and oh god we know how desperate he is. That's when one day he found a man who have the hability to make a women from another universe come into that one and then sommon her as his pet. Tomura immediatly take his quirk. He through that at first he would have to force things a little of course who would want to fuck him and live their whole life by his side if not some afraid sucker ? Well he was very surprise when us, one of his bigest fangirl apear literaly dying of happiness at the new. He was oh so please to have such a beautiful darling as one of his fan and as his fuck toy too… If he wasn't him he would find it scary how such a cute little "innocent" things like us can have those perverted throught about him and how much we know how to please our god because hod dammit that is what he truly his isn't he ? Of course Shigaraki Tomura would be more than please to realise all of our fantises about him that we read in fanfiction and stuff, after all many of them are his too. Tomura Shigaraki would be turn on to finaly have soemone desperate for his touvh insted of being scared. The way his pet will be struggleing to breath while he choke her would almost be enought for him to come in his pants. Imagine being that guys pet and beinh blessed everyday by mimking hid cock until passing out because, we are human from our world, it take practice to accomodate yo his monsturus size. Then we would wake up, him sleeping peacefully by our side.

Heaven right ?😭✨

Skin Hunger (Chapter 3) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

There's no such thing as a good night at work when you work in the world's most infamous brothel for monsters, but your night takes a turn for the worse when you find yourself serving drinks to visiting half-vampire Shigaraki Tomura. You don't mean to catch his interest, and you don't mean to start a conversation. You definitely don't mean to get him drunk. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“Do you ever think about leaving?”

That’s not a question you hear often. From anyone. “Do I what?”

“You heard me.”

You look up from the mess you’re wiping down on the pool deck of one of the suites in Asylum’s bathhouse wing. Shigaraki is watching you from one of the benches, finishing off the remains of a bottle of champagne the guests left behind. He raises his eyebrows, clearly waiting for an answer. You have one, but he won’t like it. “I don’t like thinking about things that won’t happen.”

“Why can’t it happen?” Shigaraki asks. He made his usual half-hearted offer to help when he followed you in here, but he’s allergic to almost every cleaning supply you use, and he’s so bad at it anyway that it’s faster for you to do it yourself. “Don’t you want to know what it’s like out there?”

“I know what it’s like out there,” you say, miffed. “I went to school out there. I’ve probably spent more time out there than you have.”

A few full moons back, the question of how you both got here came up. Shigaraki was about as disconcerted to learn that you were born in Asylum as you were to learn that his master first got ahold of him when he was five years old. “Then you know what you’re missing,” Shigaraki says. He takes a sip of champagne, then grimaces, probably because it went flat hours ago. “Do you ever think about leaving?”

“Everybody thinks about it.”

“What about you?”

You focus on your work, giving yourself time to think of a real answer. The bloodstain you’re scrubbing out of the tiles has probably been here longer than you’ve been alive, and a lot longer than you’ve known Shigaraki Tomura. After seven months, you’re getting better at ducking his questions. You’re getting worse at deciding which ones to duck in the first place.

Shigaraki’s master has come to Asylum to feed on every one of the last seven full moons, and each time, he’s brought Shigaraki with him. Shigaraki’s master comes to feed on the handpicked victims Overhaul and Chrono have found for him, while Shigaraki’s supposed to feed on whoever he can get his fangs into, but you’ve never seen him drink blood while he’s here. He’s hungry, usually. He usually drinks at least a little alcohol. And when he’s not eating, drinking, or conspicuously not drinking blood, he’s following you around.

You’ve stopped asking why he does it, around the same time as he stopped making excuses for why he’s supposed to. The two of you have settled awkwardly into the truth, which seems to be that if you’re both here, you’d rather spend time together than separately. It’s embarrassing for you to admit that the only new friend you’ve made here in the two years since you left the human world behind is one of the guests. It’s probably about as embarrassing for you as it would be for Shigaraki to admit that the person he’s come the closest to feeding from here is you, and he didn’t even draw blood.

“You know, I really thought we were past this,” Shigaraki says. You look up at him. “It’s not a trick question. Do you think about getting out of here or not?”

“You asked if I thought about leaving, and I said I don’t like to think about things that won’t happen. That implies that I have thought about it, and come to the conclusion that it’s not possible.” You go back to scrubbing. “What are you really asking?”

“Why you think you can’t leave.”

“I can’t blend in anymore,” you say. You raise one hand and tap your ear. Shigaraki’s eyes track the motion. “Most half-humans can pass as human at least some of the time, but I can’t. If it’s not my ears that catch someone’s attention, it’s my eyes. If it’s not my eyes, it’s my skin. There are enough things about me now that are just – off. And the human world might not be like it was in the freak-show days, but it’s still not a good place for people like me.”

“If I’m following your logic, I shouldn’t leave my lair, either. Since I can’t hide being a half-vampire.”

“You can, though,” you say. “I didn’t guess until you smiled.”

For Shigaraki, the price of walking freely in the human world would be never smiling where anyone could see it. That doesn’t seem right. Based on Shigaraki’s expression, your answers aren’t answers he likes. “So if you’re not leaving, what’s the plan? Cleaning up after guests forever? That is how long you live, right? Forever?”

“In theory.”

“You’re going to spend forever doing this.” Shigaraki’s voice is dark with scorn. “No way.”

“Why do you care if I stay here forever?” you ask, stung.

“Because it’s a shitty way to spend forever.”

“And being a vampire isn’t?”

You say it without thinking, and you regret it the instant it comes out of your mouth. Shigaraki looks like you’ve slapped him. His next words come out through clenched teeth. “Why do you think I’ve been putting it off?”

“You can put it off?” you say blankly. “How?”

Shigaraki takes another swig of champagne. You don’t know how much is left in the bottle, but if he’s planning to finish it, you’ve got a problem on your hands. “I have to kill someone,” he says. “To become a full vampire. Pick a victim, drain them completely from life to death, and that’s it. Immortality, special powers –”

Derision drips from his words. “All for the low, low price of never seeing the sun again and dying if I go too long without drinking blood. Who wouldn’t want to be a vampire?”

You know Overhaul has surveillance in each guest area. You don’t know if Shigaraki’s master is watching, or if Overhaul would tell him. “Shigaraki –”

“Except if I don’t become a full vampire,” Shigaraki continues, talking over you, “then I’m mortal. Weak. I’m useless to my master, and he’s already getting impatient.”

He drains the rest of the champagne bottle, then lowers it. It slips from his hand and shatters on the floor, and he startles, looking down at the shards of glass and then up at you, the slightest guilt on his face. “Sorry.”

You give up on the stain and hurry over, shooing him back from the broken glass. He tries to help you anyway, and you warn him off again, more firmly this time. “Stay back. I’ll do it.”

Shigaraki stays back from the glass, but stays close to you. “You don’t know what it’s like,” he says. “He wants me to do it. He says he’s patient, but he’s getting tired of waiting. I was supposed to do it here.”

“At Asylum?” You stop what you’re doing to look at him. “When?”

“The first time we were here,” Shigaraki says, and something lurches in your chest. “Your boss said I could have anyone in a maid’s uniform –”

And Chrono made sure you were in the bar, not wearing one. You didn’t know Overhaul had said that. Shigaraki is still talking. “And instead of killing a human servant I got drunk in the bar with you. We keep coming back, and I keep not doing it –”

“Because you’re hanging out with me,” you say. “Shigaraki, if this is getting you in trouble –”

“You didn’t ask me.”

“Hmm?”

“If I thought about leaving,” Shigaraki says. You keep looking at him, but he’s not looking at you – and he’s scratching again. “You’re supposed to ask if I’ve thought about leaving, so I can tell you –”

You catch the glint of a scrying mirror out of the corner of your eye and slap your hand over Shigaraki’s mouth. “Stop talking.”

Shigaraki’s mouth moves against your palm, setting off a weird buzz. “How come you’re always trying to shut me up?’

“Because I might not be the only one listening.” You leave your hand there for longer than you should. You know it’s longer than you should, because you wait long enough for the hair on your arms to stand up. “Be careful what you say in here. The walls have eyes and ears – and mouths, if you’re in the wrong room.”

“How come you haven’t taken me to see that?”

“I only get sent to clean up there if Chrono’s mad at me.”

Chrono’s been mad at you a lot recently. Everyone you work with thinks that’s why you’re avoiding him, but it isn’t – he’s mad because you’re avoiding him, and you’re avoiding him because you don’t want it to come down to sleeping with him or keeping your job. Like you told Shigaraki, you don’t have anywhere else to go. You know you can’t avoid him forever, just like you can’t stay here forever. But you’re immortal. You’ve got time to put things off.

Shigaraki doesn’t. Shigaraki’s mortal, still – and right now he’s inordinately trashed on champagne, again. You finish cleaning up the glass, decide that the pool deck’s as clean as it’s going to get, and turn to Shigaraki. “Come on. We need to find somewhere for you to sober up.”

“Can’t you use a glamour on me?”

“It’ll stick better if you sober up first,” you say. “It only holds as long as you don’t do anything to break it.”

He’s not making any effort to get off the floor. You hold out your hands and he takes them, swaying on his feet once he’s upright, blinking like his vision’s gone blurry. That’s – not good. You have a spot in mind to stash him while he dries out, but you might have a hard time getting him there. “Can you walk?”

“What if I can’t? Will you carry me?”

“We’ll definitely get caught.” You palm your master rune and glance around at the bathhouse. Asylum’s guest rooms don’t usually come with shortcuts, but you’ve gotten lucky sometimes with bathhouse rooms. “There might be another way out of here. Hang on.”

No passageways on the floor, in the walls, or on the ceiling. You go so far as to check underneath the bench Shigaraki was sprawled out on. There’s nothing there, but as you’re straightening up, you catch a glimpse of something at the bottom of the bath, flickering through the water. You straighten up, cross to the bath, and wade down the steps into the water. Shigaraki watches. “What are you doing?”

You don’t answer until you’ve ducked beneath the surface and confirmed your hunch. “We can sneak out through here. There’s a passage down there and I’m pretty sure I can make it open out somewhere else.”

Shigaraki doesn’t look happy. You can’t tell if that’s nausea or the idea of going in the water. “Wait, can half-vampires cross running water?”

“This isn’t running water.” Shigaraki levers himself upright, only to slump back again. “I can’t swim.”

“You won’t have to swim,” you promise. You beckon Shigaraki forward. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be here when the next guests come through.”

Shigaraki’s hesitant on his way down the steps and into the bath. He’s tall enough to stand if he keeps his chin tipped upwards, but you’re treading water, and your uniform is heavy when it’s wet. You dive beneath the surface and tap your master rune against the tiles at the bottom of the bath, and the passageway opens, sucking you and Shigaraki down into it without warning.

It’s a short trip, and the two of you splash down in a chamber lit not by gas lanterns, but by bioluminescent lichen and mushrooms growing on the walls. The pool you’ve landed in is warm, and shallow enough that both of you can stand. You head for the edge of the pool, and so does Shigaraki. “Where are we?”

“In the foundations, I think.” You find a rock to sit on, and Shigaraki sits down next to you on it. “When Overhaul built this place, he had to build the features that would fuel things like the hot springs. After he cast the spells to keep them from fluctuating, he got rid of most of the foundations – but I guess not all of them. I had no idea this was here until today.”

“I thought you knew everything about this place.”

“Not quite,” you say. “More than Overhaul, though. I’ll probably know all its secrets by the time I’ve been here forever.”

You don’t mean it to come out the way it sounds – bitter, frustrated, angry. Even though you and Shigaraki are as close as you can get to being friends given who you are, he’s still a guest, and you’re still a maid. Silence falls between the two of you, and you’re searching for a way to walk it back when Shigaraki speaks up again. “What if you didn’t have to?”

“What?”

“What if you didn’t have to stay here forever?” Shigaraki’s red eyes, strangely illuminated in the light of the glowing plants, are intent on your face. “What if you could leave? Would you?”

“I can’t leave, so it doesn’t matter.” You were hoping not to come back to this argument. “Can you drop it?”

“If you could,” Shigaraki presses. “If you could, would you leave?”

“And go where?”

“Anywhere,” Shigaraki says, like everything you said while the two of you were still in the bathhouse suite never happened – “With me.”

You stare at him. For a second you’re stunned into silence, but then you remember. “You’re drunk.”

“Yeah. I was too chicken to say it sober.” Shigaraki’s face is flushing, deeper than alcohol alone could cause. “You don’t have to spend the rest of your life like this. You can come with me and do something that matters.”

“Like what?” You brought him down here to sober up, but now he seems drunker than before. “Shigaraki, stop it. This isn’t how it works.”

“Says who?” Shigaraki’s hands grasp your shoulders, and you freeze. “Your boss? My master? They don’t get to make the rules. We do.”

You’ve had seven full moons to observe Shigaraki, and you’ve never seen him get this intense about anything. He’s practically vibrating, and while you can’t call the light in his eyes madness, it’s too close for comfort. “The world doesn’t care about us. So we should change it. Don’t you think?”

If you knew what to say, you’d say it. You look helplessly at him, and he leans closer, lowers his voice. “There are more of us than there are of them,” he says. Us? He must mean half-breeds, and he’s probably right, but why is he talking about it like it means something? “They can’t stop us all.”

He’s close enough that you can smell the champagne on his breath, the dry scent of his skin and the ever-so-slightly softer scent of whatever he uses to wash his hair. Not blood. You’ve never smelled blood on him. “So? What do you think?”

“Ask me when you’re sober,” you say. “Then I’ll know you mean it.”

You’re hoping he forgets. You think there’s a decent chance he will, and then you’ll be off the hook, because you don’t want to think about what he’s asking any more than you have to. Sure, he’s right. Sure, every inhuman species except the werewolves treats their half-human children like trash. And sure, there are more half-humans than there are true inhumans, but the number of true humans in the world dwarfs you all. It would be nice if some things could change. But you don’t think that one half-vampire and one half-fey can do anything about it.

You can’t do anything about it. But maybe you could leave.

You shove the thought away, hard. Your heart is racing. Shigaraki smiles at you, unworried, almost carefree. “If I mean it? I do.” One of the hands on your shoulder shifts, tracing the edge where the human skin of your shoulder meets the fey skin of your arm through your uniform. “But I can wait.”

His touch is ridiculously light, but it draws all your attention. You remember him asking about the other patches of fey skin on your body, about whether he could see them, and your mind floods with the thought of how that same light touch would feel around the edges of the other seams. You order yourself to pull it together, but not before your face flushes, and not before Shigaraki notices. He looks up from your shoulder. “What?”

Before you can answer, or more likely, dodge the question, there’s a tiny splash, followed by a sharp whistle through the air. You and Shigaraki lurch apart, just in time to miss one of Overhaul’s messages. It’s for you. You peel it open with a shakier hand than usual. Bring the half-vampire Shigaraki Tomura to Room 237 at once.

“What is it?” Shigaraki asks. “Are you in trouble?”

Someone is. You don’t think it’s you. “You’re being summoned,” you say. “Let’s go.”

The message said “at once”, but you detour to change into a dry uniform before you bring Shigaraki to Room 237. If he’s soaked, that’s one thing, but it can’t look as though you were involved at the same time. Room 237 is in use, but the door is ever so slightly ajar, and when you raise one hand to knock, it swings the rest of the way open. Chrono’s standing there. Past him, you can see an unconscious figure sprawled on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly. And past even that, in the far corners of the room, is something – else.

“Come in,” Chrono invites, and Shigaraki steps forward. You couldn’t glamour away his wet clothes, but you at least concealed the fact that he’s drunk. That’s all you can do. You turn to go, and Chrono catches your arm. “You, too. Come inside.”

You hit the brakes, or try to. Chrono’s surprised you. He pulls you in, shutting the door and throwing the room into deeper shadow. The hairs on your arms and the back of your neck are rising. You don’t want to be here. You want to run. You need to run, but Chrono won’t let go of your arm, no matter how much you pull – and now the thing in the corner is speaking, its voice deep and cold. “Tomura,” it says, and Shigaraki’s spine goes rigid. “It seems my meal was too much for me. Be so kind as to finish it.”

You feel like you’re going to be sick. Chrono tightens his grip on your arm to the point of pain. “Make Overhaul heal her,” Shigaraki says. “Then you can finish another time.”

“I’m afraid that won’t do. Too much of her soul already belongs to me,” Shigaraki’s master says. The feeling of sickness wells up stronger than before. “I know you’ve been abstaining, and I certainly admire your commitment to taste, but you are unwell. Human food can only do so much. You need blood to sustain you, and this – I’m certain you’ll quite enjoy it.”

An enormous hand emerges from the shadows. One sharp finger presses against the unconscious woman’s neck and blood spurts out. Shigaraki’s body jerks. You see his hands curl into fists at his sides. “Hurry now,” his master says. “This was quite expensive. Don’t let it go to waste.”

Shigaraki steps forward. His knees hit the side of the bed, and he crawls onto it, his body obscuring the victim’s almost completely. You don’t see his teeth sink into her neck, but you know it’s happened by the way their bodies seize as one, his falling forward against her, her head falling back as her back arches to meet him without ever regaining consciousness. You’ve seen your share of unspeakable things at Asylum, and the only thought in your mind as you watch the victim writhe beneath Shigaraki in her death throes should be horror. It should be horror, but it isn’t. It’s – jealousy.

Not for what’s happening to her. You’d wish that on no one, not even your worst enemy, but jealousy for everything else; for the way he’s pressed against her, the way they seem to move in unison, the hideous intimacy of it all. Death and sex go hand in hand so often in this place, and yet they’ve never been so closely intertwined. The victim’s hand jerks weakly upwards in a last grasp for help, and Shigaraki catches it, holds it down, without pulling away from her throat. The sick, shameful, guilt-ridden fury that rises up within you gives you the strength to pull your arm free of Chrono’s grip at last.

He reaches for you, but you’re faster than he is, and you know Asylum well enough to evade him, slipping into a secret passage just behind the door. From there it’s sidestep after sidestep, taking you high into the upper reaches of the brothel, as far away from Room 237 as possible. No one can chase you here. Even if they knew where you were, you could get away long before they reached you. You could stay in Asylum forever, if you wanted, and no one would ever lay eyes on you again.

But no matter how far you run, some part of you will still be trapped in Room 237, still watching Shigaraki drain the last few drops of blood from a victim who was already gone, still seething with jealousy. No matter how you try to shake the thought off, it clings to you. Shigaraki will drink from thousands over the course of his life as a vampire. Scenes like the one you saw tonight will play out thousands of times, that twisted intimacy unfolding over and over again. More intimacy of any kind than you’ll ever have with him.

You hadn’t realized you wanted it so badly. You hadn’t realized you wanted it at all, but now you do – and now it’s too late.

You shirk your duties until the full moon dips below Asylum’s false horizon, and once you’re certain Shigaraki and his master are gone, you come back to face whatever punishment Overhaul sees fit to levy. But Overhaul doesn’t seem to know. He commends you flatly for keeping Shigaraki out of any expensive varieties of trouble and goes back to tallying the night’s earnings, leaving Chrono responsible for dealing with you.

“Instructive, wasn’t that?” Chrono says to you, almost smugly. “The sight of a vampire feeding often provokes intense emotions. Perhaps we should sell tickets.”

You clench your jaw, but the question escapes anyway. “Why did you make me watch?”

“I know you’ve grown fond of the master vampire’s brat,” Chrono says. “Experience has given me certain advantages to share with you, such as the knowledge that nothing will ever matter more to a vampire than its pursuit of blood. Did you think Shigaraki Tomura cared for you? He will always care for his meals more.”

Of course he will. Why wouldn’t he? There’s nothing you could offer that would compare to that. “Does the knowledge wound you?” Chrono inquires. “You need not answer. I can see it.”

“Then why ask?” Your voice is dull.

“If it wounds you deeply, I apologize,” Chrono says. “Perhaps you’ll allow me to comfort you.”

You hear what he’s actually offering, and some part of you that still has the capacity for anger and betrayal is furious with him. Some part of you feels more hatred for him than for anyone in your entire life – for destroying the only friendship you had in order to corner you into giving in to him. That piece of you rebels. The rest of you is too numb and hurt to care. Maybe this will fix you, comfort you, distract you. You’ll feel something different, if nothing else.

Just as he knew he’d struck true before, Chrono knows he’s won. He holds out his hand to you, and you take it, giving in your fate at last.

Love Spell

Summary: He knows he’s got you hook, line and sinker by the way you bite your lip and make room for him between your legs. It’s so desperate it almost disgusts him.  You are Shigaraki's biggest fan and he wants to break you.  Cw: Tomura shigaraki x female reader, slight yandere reader, shigaraki has a hero kink, mean shigaraki, degradation, choking, spit kink, dumbification, pro hero reader, traitor hero reader, controlling/possessive shigaraki, dacryphillia, intercrural, unhealthy relationships, begging, praise, mdni wc: 3.3k | crossposted to ao3

You feel dirty. 

You feel dirty, cold and disgusting every time you do this, but you just couldn’t stop. 

You can’t remember when it started or who made the first move on who, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re here now, under him as he leers over you, grin wild and wicked knowing he’s got you right where he wants you. 

“What’s going on in there, hero?” Shigaraki questions you, his body towering over you as his legs straddle your thighs. 

You know better than to lie to him. 

“N-nothing.” You meekly reply hoping he’ll be satisfied with your answer and move on. 

He brings a hand down, holding your cheeks together and you wish he would lean down, get closer, give you more. “That’s right,” his voice is low and filled with amusement, “nothing going on in that dumb little brain of yours.”

This time you whimper, thighs pressing together to hide your arousal. It would only be dragged out more if he knew how much his words turned you on. 

“Stupid little hero. What are you here for?”

“Y-you.” You squeeze through pressed cheeks. 

The answer does not satisfy him this time. “What about me?”

“Your cock. I came here for your coc— ah!” Your words are cut short as he flips you over, cheeks mushing into his dark pillow. 

Shigaraki wastes no time disintegrating your shorts and dragging your underwear down playfully slow. 

It drives you mad. 

“No! No— Shigaraki, I-I want to see your face, please!” You beg and it would be pathetic to your own ears if you weren’t so horny. 

The low rumble of his chuckle has arousal pooling in your belly and you can almost feel the slick sliding down your cunt. 

“You want to see my face?” He mimics and you nod as best you could with your face pressed down. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

And you’re back on your back, sigh of relief falling from your lips as you meet Shigaraki’s red gaze. 

He leans forward and you feel your heart rate rise, his hair brushing your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “but don’t think this means I’ll go soft on you, hero.”

You nod, uncaring and wanting nothing but him — too smitten by his proximity to really care how he treats you. 

His smile should insight fear, make you curl away and run, but it only spurs on the warm feeling in your chest even more. 

He knows he’s got you hook, line and sinker by the way you bite your lip and make room for him between your legs. 

It’s so desperate it almost disgusts him. 

You are Shigaraki's biggest fan and he wants to break you. 

A hero is still a hero, traitor or not. But there’s nothing in the rules against using the prettiest one he’s ever seen for his own benefit. Especially when she becomes such a loyal puppy for him in his bed. 

He pulls down his own pants, cock red and leaking at the ordeal and the sight of it makes you reach forward. You want to take him into your hand and take care of him yourself but he stops you, slapping your hand away in disgust. 

“Don’t touch me.” He hisses, eyes filled with vitriol and anger. You nod and lean back, waiting eagerly for him to touch you. 

It’s never the other way around — Shigaraki has made that clear more than once. 

He lazily drags a finger between your folds, the touch making your hips jump forward in surprise. You’re so wet the slide is easy. 

“Whatcha’ so wet for, slut?” He questions slowly pressing his index finger into your sopping cunt, forcing a moan from your throat. His finger reaches deep and it has you gasping, fighting with everything you could to refrain from fucking yourself on it. 

You knew better. If you tried to take more than he offered, he would take it away. 

So it’s to your delight when Shigaraki takes pity on you and pushes a second digit in, dropping the rest of his body down to lap at the sensitive area of your neck. 

You moan unabashedly, glee of the stretch making you dizzy, but it doesn’t end there.

Shigaraki takes his time, gliding his fingers in and out of your cunt, searching diligently for that sweet spot inside that drove you mad. He presses deeper, pulling a gasp from you as he finds exactly what he’s looking for, abusing the spongy spot as he sucks dark bruises into the column of your neck. 

The push and pull is intoxicating and you feel the warmth in your abdomen spread as the feelings become more and more intense. Shigaraki nips at your neck, the sharp pain pulling your focus back to his ministrations and you chance tangling your fingers in his ashen locks. 

He allows it, you can even feel the small grin sneaking onto his face and you’re sure you’ve done the right thing. 

You should have known better. 

Tomura takes your distraction in stride, pressing a thumb to your sensitive clit and massaging it along with his other movements. The pressure is so intense you almost fall apart then and there.

Almost.

Shigaraki has shown you time and time again that nothing is ever easy. He wouldn’t let you cum so soon — and he doesn’t. No, he takes his fingers away from you and sits back, taking in the sight of your ruined orgasm. 

“You didn’t think I'd let you go that easy, did you?” His grin is wicked as you writhe below him, forcing yourself not to reach down and finish the job on your own. 

“N-no.” Your response is meek, but he enjoys it. Shigaraki leans down, face so close and you feel lost in his carmine eyes — you can’t help yourself when it happens. 

You lean forward to kiss him, feeling captivated by his gaze and Tomura swiftly turns his head, avoiding your lips and leaving you high and dry.

He scoffs, pulling away once more to give you a halfhearted glare. “No, thanks, hero.”

Begging was on the tip of your tongue, only stopped by Shigaraki hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, putting your cunt on full display for his eyes only. 

The chill of the room made you shiver, but you didn’t dare shy away from him. 

“Such a pretty cunt, such a pretty girl. Too bad you’re a dumb little hero.” His hand is uncharacteristically gentle as he rubs your smooth thigh. 

His words pull a whine from your throat, eagerness getting the better of you as you stir, ready for anything else he would give you. 

Shigaraki grabs your other leg, throwing it over his shoulder as well while his cock rests on your pelvis.

It’s thick and heavy on your abdomen, already leaking precum onto your stomach and near your navel. You feel the heat pool between your legs at the thought of his cock bruising your insides with its girth. The thought is electrifying and you squirm under his touch.

Shigaraki seems to finally take some pity on you as he starts to thrust, pressing your thighs together. They are soft and plush under his grip and he moans at the friction. 

You can’t beg him, if he knows you want him inside he’ll just continue to fuck your thighs, cumming all over your stomach while he lectures you about patience — leaving you horny and unsatisfied.

So you wait, allowing him to fuck your thighs while you watch his eyes close and sparse brows furrow at the sensation. 

He gets lost in the feeling and looks down at you, his ruby red gaze pulling you into a trace. “You want me to cum like this?” He asks through thrusts. 

You don’t, but you know he just might if you tell him that. 

“Y-yes. Whatever you want.” You hope he believes you. 

Shigaraki’s lids lowered, the unamusement plain on his face and you know you’ve fucked up. 

“Liar.” He spits and you whimper. “Fine, I’ll give it to you, just stop looking at me with those eyes.”

He spreads your legs once more and kneads the sensitive parts of your inner thighs. It makes you cry out. 

“Shut up,” he spits, sneer on his mouth as he straightens up, sliding his cock between your wet folds and pumping it with your slick. “Before I really give you something to cry about.”

You worry your lip, tired of the game and downright sick of the waiting. 

“You know what,” he ponders as he lines the thick head of his cock with with your entrance, “I just might.” 

His smile is wicked as he gives you no time to mull over his words, instead choosing to fill you completely and suddenly, the ache of the stretch makes you cry out, eyes pressed shut at the intrusion. 

“What?” he questions, wasting no time setting a heavy pace, hips pulling back only to snap forward, shoving his cock further into your soft walls. “Thought you wanted it, hero?”

You reach a hand back, gripping the pillow beside your head as you try to hold on to your tears. The throb of the stretch was nothing compared to the rough rhythm the villain set. You couldn’t hold your cries in if you tried, but you knew Shigaraki would only try to make them louder. 

“Yeah, that's it,” he murmurs, steady pace rocking you against the bed with a force that slowly drives you up towards his headboard, “cry for me.”  

Tomura’s red gaze is locked on yours as he drags his hand up your body and to your breast, cupping them with a gentle squeeze. You moan out at the action and gasp as he tweaks a perky nipple between his forefinger and thumb. 

He slowly moves his hand up further, reaching the column of your neck as he failed to hide his grin. 

His hand is large as it wraps around your neck, four fingers down and one dangerously close. It was close enough to make you sweat. It was a threat. Don’t move too much or I’ll slip, he would tell you. It scared you to your core but god it turned you on, too. 

You gasp at the feeling, fear furthering your dizzy pleasure.

“Open your mouth.” Shigaraki commands, and you oblige — eager to please. “Stick your tongue out.” You do, causing him to chuckle. 

“You look fucking stupid.” He leans over sticking his own tongue out and you watch as the slick clear spit drips from his tongue down into your mouth.  

“Swallow it.” His words are sharp and you do as you are told, hoping that maybe he would give you a reward, but he doesn’t — you receive only a dark laugh in return. “Nasty bitch.” 

His words are filled with vitriol, but you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you. Shigaraki closes his eyes, pounding into you as his fingers press onto your neck. 

The pressure makes you gasp, vision going blurry. 

Shigaraki can’t help it, he can’t help the way your pretty cries fizzle out when he presses too tightly or holds on for a little too long. Deep down, he feels like you deserve it. It's his own special way of knocking you down a peg — of knocking all heroes down in more ways than one. 

You can tell he is getting lost in it by the way his rhythm is smooth and he has the perfect amount of pressure on your neck that makes your brain fuzzy and makes you see stars. 

But what he doesn’t know is that he’s driving into you so good and it’s making your eyes roll back with the way the head of his cock brushes against your sensitive spot inside. It doesn’t help that he's only picked up the pace, mistaking your silent cries for overstimulation. 

He’s hitting it over and over again, each brush sending jolts of pleasure up your spine and try as you may but you just can’t keep holding on. 

Tears build in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you realize you won't last much longer. The pressure inside of you was getting tighter and tighter as your thighs began to squeeze around his waist. 

You’re close.

So close and you can’t stop it when it happens — your brows furrow as your thighs tense at the sensation.

You’re about to cum and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

You can’t even make a sound because Shigaraki is squeezing your throat again and that’s all it takes. It pushes you over, back arching as waves of pleasure shoot through your body. 

The feeling is so good and you can't stop the tears from escaping now, body in a state of extended euphoria as your lungs struggle to inhale more air into them. 

It's an accident, an honest accident that you couldn’t have stopped if you tried, but you know the man above you would never see it that way. 

“Did you— did you just cum on my cock?” You can see the anger through the lust in his eyes as he slows his pace down to a much more shallow thrust. It makes you shiver. 

“Yes! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Shigaraki—“

“God, you’re such a slut.” He huffs, like this ordeal was no more than a mere inconvenience instead of a mind numbing orgasm. 

You feel relieved, fully believing he would not punish you for something you couldn’t control.

You’re wrong. 

In an instant, Shigaraki pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach and caging you beneath him. 

“You feel so needy, right?” he questions, pulling a whine from your throat, “Needy girls just want to cum don’t they? You don’t need to see my face.”

At this, you feel the thick press of two fingers sinking into your cunt, the slick from your orgasm making them slide in with ease as the smooth feeling of Shigaraki’s digits bring tears to your eyes. 

“I do, Shigaraki, please—” you start, ready to beg for his forgiveness. You would do anything to get him to fuck you within an inch of your life again, “A-Ah—!”

He wastes no time in continuing his attack on your sensitive walls, pulling a cry from your throat as you writhe from the overstimulation. You've already cum once and the added pressure of his fingers pinpointing your sweet spot is only driving you closer and closer to another one. 

Your mind feels muddled as you have no choice but to lay there and take the pace Shigaraki has set with his fingers, the rising pleasure making your toes curl as even more tears fall from your eyes and onto his dark pillow. 

“Yeah, that’s it.” he murmurs, loving the submission you’ve given him. 

Shigaraki presses down on your back, pinky carefully raised as he his other hand goes in and out, pace ruthlessly steady as he pulls you towards another climax. 

Overstimulated and crying, you are only along for the ride as Shigaraki forces another orgasm from your already wracked body, the slick juices coating his fingers and feeding the fuel to his fire. 

“Oh, fuck.” he breathes, riding out your climax as you cry into his pillow, it feels electric as he carries you through it. 

You can’t help the next words that leave your lips, too intoxicated by the ongoing pleasure given to you by the man above. 

“I’m sorry, Tomura!” you blubber, tears blinding your vision as you gasp for air. You're drooling on the pillow and ruining his sheets but you can't stop — it just feels too good. “I love you!”

Tomura is behind you, caging you on the bed, his warm tongue licking the tears from your cheeks. “You love me? Well, isn't that cute.” 

He doesn’t say it back, he never says it back but you tell him anyway. What else could this overwhelming need for him be called?

He doesn’t give you a second to breathe as he flips you back over and slides back in — picking back up on his aggressive pace while you fight to stay coherent. 

He’s fucking you so hard and so deep you barely register the crown of your head knocking against the headboard from his thrusts. 

“The pretty, dumb little hero is in love with the villain, hm?”

You’re openly crying, the tears flowing freely as you writhe from overstimulation. 

“But it’s okay. I’ll guide you — I’ll help you.” He rants on, thrusts only getting rougher. “I’ll show you how much the heroes don’t care about you — I’ll educate you. Teach you a lesson.” 

You’re whining, keening high and needy as you feel your next orgasm approaching. 

“You want that? Want me to fuck you stupid and bring you to my side?”

You nod, desperately chasing your high again. 

Shigaraki is amused. “Or maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just get you pregnant and leave you. Tell your little hero friends you got knocked up by a villain, hm?” He’s close to your ear, his hair tickles as it fans over your cheek.

You didn't care what he asked of you at this point, you were inches away from your third peak of the night and you would agree to walk with him into hell if it meant he would make you see those stars again. 

“Yeah,” he mutters to himself, having reached a conclusion, “I think you’ll make a good example.”

You feel caught in a trance as Shigaraki continues his pace, eyes locked on yours as his mischievous grin widens. He loves to see you broken and needy. But you knew, deep down, he would never stop calling you to his bed, no matter how many times he’s threatened you. 

His eyes close, getting lost in the pleasure as his strokes begin to stutter and become uneven.

“Gonna cum — where do you want it?” His sparse brows furrowed as he pistons into you. 

“Inside, inside!” You beg and it’s a mistake. 

Tomura would never give you what you want. 

He pulls out at the last second, pumping his cock and sighing in relief as he spurts rope after rope of milky white right onto your cunt. A few of the solid streaks hit your clit and make you jolt from its pressure.

You should have known he wouldn’t listen to your pleas.. 

He leaves you high and dry, cunt pulsing around nothing as you cum for the third time tonight. It would have upset you more if he hadn’t wrecked you so thoroughly beforehand. 

Shigaraki watches as you come down from your high, eyes glossy as the tears on your cheeks begin to dry. You couldn’t move if you wanted to and you’re thankful he hasn’t kicked you out yet.

No, he does something that shocks even you from your blissed out stupor. 

Shigaraki leans down and captures your lips in a deep, chaste kiss. One that goes no further than a press of the lips but sends your heart racing. 

He pulls back only a sliver and then you see it. 

It's only a flash, and then it's gone again. 

You notice the way his eyes soften ever-so-slightly as he pulls away further.

Lust, want, longing. 

Shigaraki can lie to himself as much as he wants to, but you know the truth.

Love is not the opposite of hate and there is such a thin line between the two.

Tomura Shigaraki is not immune to raw emotion, no matter how much he claims to be.

So you lie there, catching your breath and knowing he would make you leave soon, but knowing he would call you back all the same. 

But it's okay — you would keep chipping away at his resolve in the meantime. 

You know that it’s only a matter of time until he cracks.

i need help finding a smut where Tomura is a tatoo artist ane where we are twice cousin or something like that 😭😔✋please soemone help me

Lessons

TW: dark content!!, yandere!shigaraki tomura x female reader, noncon/dubcon, implied kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, begging, anal fingering, piv, tomura is mean, mdni. wc: 2k Synopsis: Tomura thinks it’s time you learned an important lesson.

"I got something for you today."

Here he goes again, you think as you watch Shigaraki place a white plastic bag onto his desk. It’s hard to fight the roll of your eyes, but you do. He’s been in a mood lately and you don’t want to push your luck more than you have. 

It’s become routine, you and him. 

He gets too close, you tell him off. It surprises you that he actually listens and instills some kind of confidence in yourself — in your words. Maybe you have more power over the situation than you thought. 

The rustle of the bag catches your attention and you watch as he pulls out a few things. An energy drink, a small box of what looks like bandages and a small bottle of clear liquid. 

Your brows raise, interest piqued and you sit up a little straighter to see better. 

“What do you—?”

He holds the bottle up and your face scrunches in confusion. His smile is one that sends chills up your spine and you have to will yourself to stop being antsy. 

“Lube. It’s for you!” He says like it’s a birthday gift you’ve waited all year for. “You’ve been so… mouthy lately, I’ve decided to give you something to mouth off about. Won’t that be fun?” 

The question is rhetorical and you no longer fight your antsy movements. Rushing to your feet and taking a pointed step away from Shigaraki, your eyes narrow, “what are you talking about?” You’ve never had to use lube. He’s just taken what he’s wanted and your body adjusts every time — as much as you hated it. 

He places the lube back onto the desk and grabs his energy drink, cracking the can open and taking a sip of the sugary sweet soda. He was calm, patient — eerily so. 

After he’s had his fill of the drink, Shigaraki looks to you and nods his head in the direction of the bed. “Get on it.”

Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you held your hands up to the man before you. “Wait, Tomura, we can—!”

“Oh?” He cuts you off, voice lifted and mockingly playful, “I’m Tomura now? But you were so comfortable calling me shigaraki.” 

He places his drink can back on the desk and fully turns toward you. “I didn’t stutter. Get on the fucking bed.” 

You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you still had to try. Taking a shaky breath, you get onto the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. 

“On your hands and knees.” 

Your blood ran cold, and you tried once more, searching your brain for any sweet words that could placate him. Desperate to find something, anything he would like to hear from you, “please—“

He’s in front of you before you can blink, large hand grabbing your face and pressing your cheeks together, “I’m done playing these games with you,” you can smell the sugar from the drink on his breath as your breathing picks up, pricks of panic lacing your body.

Shigaraki crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your wet mouth. The taste of sweet energy drink was nauseating but you kissed back in fear of what he would do if he didn’t. You’ve exhausted all options and you knew, deep down that anything more would only make things worse. 

He pulls away, a trail of saliva following as he meets your eyes — and god, his smile. He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas and you regret every act of defiance you’ve made against him these past few weeks. 

“Cute.” Was the only word he gave before you were being manhandled onto your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air. 

“You know,” he muses, pressing his clothed erection to your panties, “I’m starting to think you want this. You want to see me angry so I can put you in your place.” 

He backs away to pull your underwear down in one swift movement, making you reach back to attempt to cover yourself. This only irritates him more as he grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back. The angle is as painful as it is uncomfortable. 

You hear him shuffling around behind you, no doubt one free hand of his own making things more difficult — and you take small pleasure in that. It’s short lived though as he seems to find what he’s looking for and you brace yourself for the inevitable. 

There’s the pop of a cap and then smooth cold liquid dripping down your backside and over your hole that makes you shiver. You feel frozen as the liquid trails lower and lower until it’s past the heat of your cunt. 

All it takes is the press of a finger to get you putting up a fight once more. there was no way he was really doing this. He’s never tried this. 

“I shouldn’t even prep you, honestly,” he mutters and you wince as one of his digits slowly push past the ring of muscle. “You’ve been so defiant. You really need to learn some manners.” 

The tears streaming from your eyes are making the pillow below you damp and cold, but you can only sniff in response. “Tomura, please—“

“Please what?” He sinks the finger deeper and you can’t hold back your yelp of pain. 

You shake your head as much as you can, “please stop! It hurts..” 

He pulls out suddenly and you think he’s actually going to listen — that he’s actually done torturing you until-

A hand swings down and slaps your ass, making you cry out. He imitates a buzzer sound before gripping the fat of your bottom, “wrong answer!” 

You thrash more as panic wells up inside when you feel the prodding of two fingers instead of one against your hole. “You know, this is supposed to be your punishment,” both won’t fit and he resorts to only letting one finger penetrate, his other hand massaging the cheek of your behind. “But I’m afraid you may like this too much.”

He is delusional. Shigaraki is the one that’s having the time of his life watching you suffer and writhe. You try to pull forward and away but the hand that was massaging your ass is now grabbing your hip and holding you in place. Your cry is loud as you feel the pressure of another finger join the first and shigaraki wastes no time pumping the digits in and out of your hole. 

You think your crying and begging falls on deaf ears — forcing you to accept the inevitable and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere else but here. You could be dropped off in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a summer heatwave and it would still be miles better than this hellhole. 

Just when you’re about to surrender to your fate and stop fighting it, shigaraki speaks again, “Since I’m so kind and understanding, I’ll give you a choice.” it’s like he sensed you were on the verge of checking out. That would just be too easy. “Which hole do you want me in? Hm? Tell me.” 

He’s gripping your hip tighter and you know there will be bruises formed but your mind could  only focus on this awful option. 

You don’t want him in either. The idea of having to tell him which way to violate you only made you nauseous. But you knew that you had to make a choice because it was always worse when he made one for you. 

“M-my..” you feel sick, swallowing your shame and squeezing your eyes shut as you continue, “I want you in my.. pussy.” 

You could practically hear the smile in Shigaraki's voice, “yeah? Beg for it.” 

He wanted to humiliate you, this was the real punishment. To build you up, give you a false sense of security only to break you down even more. He was sick. 

But you were sicker because you did exactly as you were told. 

“Tomura, please. Please fuck me.” You turned your head, as if you could hide your shame into the pillow below you, “I need you.” 

“Atta girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out and you sigh in relief, nerves calming and shoulders relaxing. You almost melt into the sheets until you feel the pressure of shigaraki’s erection against your cunt. The lube is there and making things wetter than usual but the squeeze will still be uncomfortable. 

You look back, worry lacing your features, “wait, Tomura—“ but you don’t have a chance to finish, he pushes into you, girth stretching you and making your toes curl in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort. 

Shigaraki lets out a sigh of relief, rocking his hips at a steady pace before leaning over you. “Fuck, that’s good.” The hand gripping your hip moves to cup your breast, tweaking the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. 

This was familiar, this was easy. It was not uncharted territory and it was something you could convince yourself was okay. Normal, even.

“Mine, mine, you’re all mine” he babbles into your ear and you don’t turn away, terrified he’ll go back on his words if you do. 

His pace is picking up and you find yourself getting lost in the motions. His body rocking against yours as he changes the angle and oh—

He hits the spot inside and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out. It’s sensitive and it makes your back arch with every deep stroke. 

“Fuckin’ slut, I knew you’d like this.” He mutters, circling his thumb around your unoccupied hole, the lube making it slide with ease, before pressing into the tightness. The pain is dull and the pressure of being filled so much almost sends you over, dragging a whine from the back of your throat. 

The bed shakes from the force of Shigaraki’s thrusts and you feel heat pool in your lower abdomen. You were so close and you hated it. Hated him. But when you felt his warm hand move from your breast, down your stomach until it was splayed out over your cunt — pinkie finger lifted and middle finger brushing your clit with every thrust. 

You were beginning to feel dizzy with pleasure and your head fell onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets below to anchor yourself as you got lost in the feelings. It was overwhelming and you couldn’t bite back your cries and Shigaraki’s thrusts became erratic, he was close too. 

All it took was one more thrust to sweep you over the edge, eyes rolling back as your thighs shook — orgasm claiming you.

“Oh, fuck.” Shigaraki breathed, stilling as his own waves of pleasure overcame him. You barely registered the pulse of his cock as he came deep inside of you. 

You both try to catch your breath, time seeming to still as you panted. Shigaraki was the first to move, you felt him pull out and pause — no doubt watching his cum drip from your cunt — before taking his place next to you on the bed. 

The quiet of the room is deafening and your eyelids feel heavy. You’re as still as a mouse, not wanting to stir and risk him starting up again, but his eyes are already closed. You almost think he’s asleep before he speaks again. 

“Next time,” he starts, stretching before sitting up, “I won’t be so kind. So you should clean up your nasty attitude.”

You nod, dread weighing down your efforts. There wouldn’t be a next time, if you could help it. Regrettably, you tremble at the thought as you realize this is the exact lesson he was trying to teach you.

Tw: mdni!!!!, kinda religious imagery I guess, PLF!tomura (calling him king and Shigaraki-sama), f!reader, makes you squirt for the first time, overstim, creampie, drabble

Devotion.

That's what it is.

When you lay beneath your king, it is a form of worship. It is loyalty.

Tomura kisses your temple and hums against your neck. Nothing feels quite like your snug walls sucking him in. The warmth, the closeness and trust.

His hands roam your body, grope at your tits and hips. He could kill you and you'd thank him. He loves that. He loves that you're not scared. He could do nothing wrong in your big doting eyes. To you, he is a savior. Usually, you look up at him but today your eyebrows are pinched and those beautiful eyes squeezed shut.

"Tomura."

He nearly misses it, his eyes widen and his lips part. You don't see his confusion too preoccupied with feeling his cock drag against your sensitive spot.

"Tomura. Tomura!"

You never called him that before. Gosh, you must be really losing it. It was always Shigaraki-sama like there is some professionalism remaining between you and him when he sees you entirely unfiltered like this nearly every night.

"Tomura," you whine and your back arches off the mattress, your nails leaving red lines down his arms. Every drag of his thick length lands right against your g spot. Not a single thrust misses today. You can't handle it. Your mind is melting.

"Am I hitting the spot?" He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. It is so contrasting.

You nod and sob. "Too much. S'too much. Gonna squirt– m'gonna squirt if you don't stop–"

Tomura's eyes gleam. "Why would I stop?" He whispers against your ear, kissing the shell of it and making you squirm. His hips slow, but only to pound with more precision, to pound harder into your special spot. You cry out.

"No, no, please." You heave. Your breaths become desperate gasps, your hands try to find something to steady with. "It'll make such a mess– I'll make such a mess, my king. Stop."

Tomura groans. You are so unbelievably adorable. He takes your hands, locks your fingers together and pins them down. He kisses you again even softer.

"I don't care about messy," he chuckles. "I order you."

You moan and tear your eyes open, searching for crystal clear confirmation in his. He kisses your lips, then your nose.

"Make a mess for your king, pretty."

And if he orders you, you really have no say. You do what Shigaraki-sama tells you to do. Gladly and with love. It's the only salvation you know. To serve him is to be blessed, to find meaning. You atone. And you sin. You are forgiven. All at once.

You breathe shakily, lips quivering. You want to pull him closer but he has other plans and kneels back to better see where your bodies are joint.

You babble and whimper. Clench around him and Tomura's senses are sharp like never before. You are squirming, ripping at the sheets and shaking your head from one side to the other. Your body is trying to fight it while also losing all and every control.

And then, all your devotion becomes tangible as it spills from you in the form of a warm, clear liquid. It is not quite like in porn, spraying all over - though he is sure you could do that too. It flows like an abundant stream; your love and devotion visualized and Tomura bathes his throbbing cock in it.

"Shit–" he pushes back in, your gummy walls now tighter than before. "Do it again." He says and flips you over. You hold onto his neck for dear life. He thrusts up into you and it only takes a few times for the fountain to spring again.

"Fuck," Tomura moans and leans back, losing himself in the feeling of the warm liquid running down his thighs. It is so hot, so much. The smell is sickly sweet. "Holy shit." He pants. "One more, cmon."

You wince and shake your head, you can hardly breathe. "Can't Can't Can't."

"Please," he pouts and kisses you tenderly again, travels pecks down the curve of your neck and shoulders. "Please, baby. Just one more."

He thrusts up, angling you in the right position. Your mouth is opened, your head thrown back but you make no sounds. You are rendered incapable to even hold yourself upright.

Tomura pounds up into your swollen hole until you cry out desperately. You claw at him, feeble, you are so weak, so spend.

"There you go, heh," he husks. "Make a mess." And you do. For your king. "Fucking hell."

Tomura finds it mind-boggling himself. The feeling of the heated liquid running down his skin, seeing it gush from your pussy, the way you can't control your body and how he is at fault. He loves it. It is something he can easily get addicted to. 

He cums too, deep inside your abused cunt, making even more of a mess. You'd usually say thank you but today he lets it slide.

He kisses you softly, lovingly – devoted to you just the same.

"New favorite thing unlocked," he heaves, letting out a manic chuckle, placing his lips to your shoulder. His hands caress your trembling thighs. They are shaking like crazy. It's so hot.

You whimper in acknowledgement. It's all you can do. You try to close your arms around him but you have no strength left. "I love you," you whisper, closing your eyes.

Tomura smiles, satisfied. "I know."

He is your king of course.

We are of course a natural pro at arts and crafts

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