This Was Their Most Serious Discussion

WARNING!

This fic is not suitable for minors. It contains sexual relationships, accidental pregnancy, substance abuse, withdrawal, and addiction. This is a sequel fic.

Chapter 10

Until you know freedom once again

“I’m only doing this as a favor to All Might, by the way,” Tsukauchi says as he walks with you through security. 

“You say that as if you don’t drive me around everywhere all the time,” you tell him.

A security officer escorts the two of you through the prison. He doesn’t speak, completely ignoring your conversation.

Tsukauchi adds, “All Might should be able to walk a bit more soon, so the arrangement will come to an end.”

“Well, that’s a shame, I thought we were getting really close, Tsukauchi-san.”

He sighs at your teasing, and it makes you smile. The whole atmosphere feels as sterile as a hospital. A man in a tan colored jumpsuit mops up some pale colored slop on the floor, and his eyes widen as you look at him. The officer glares at him, and the man continues his business. As you pass, he offers a sly smirk and a wave. Wondering whether or not you should acknowledge him, you wave softly anyway.

Tsukauchi scolds you, “Don’t [...] with the inmates, there’s already enough controversy going on.”

“What controversy?” you ask.

“The one regarding your special Hero Billboard Chart for villains. I’ve heard reports from lots of prisons that some inmates think you’re still on their side. If he’s a sympathizer, then it could lead to a riot. So please don’t do anything that could insinuate something.”

“I was just waving.”

The officer finally speaks up. “You may have been just waving, but to him, that could’ve been seen as a proposal.”

“That’s crazy,” you tell him.

“It might seem crazy, but who’s to say inmates won’t start asking you to pardon them? Who’s to say that guy doesn’t actually hate you and wants you dead? That wave could’ve been an opening to kill you. The opinion about you is pretty divided around here—believe me I know. Inmates only have time for shitting and talking,” the officer finishes.

There’s another security officer posted outside the door that you stop at. The two greet each other.

“I’ll let you speak privately, but know that there’s still a CCTV camera watching for safety purposes,” Tsukauchi tells you.

“You’re so considerate,” you respond dryly.

He doesn’t roll his eyes, but you can sense that he wants to. “It’s standard protocol. Nothing personal.”

“It’s fine. I’ll just have to speak to him in code if we’re going to create a jailbreak plan.” You smirk.

“Enough jokes. You have thirty minutes.”

Tsukauchi nods as the security guard opens the door. In the center of the room sits a table with a chair. The man with a mop of curly brown hair sits with his back towards you. He’s in a wheelchair and there’s a machine connected to his side. It hums softly as it works to keep his vitals stable. His head turns slightly to see who approaches him, but he softens seeing it’s you.

“Well, it’s about time. I thought you had forgotten all about me,” he says in English.

“I could never forget you, Mister.” You take a seat across from him.

His hands are fully cuffed in some weird contraption to prevent him from using his quirk. You noticed how he was given a new prosthetic, one very basic looking and not as useful as the one the PLF had gotten him.

“With a face like that, how could I forget you,” you add.

He smiles charmingly, and says with a soft laugh, “Don’t flatter me, I’ll get flustered.”

“I missed you. There’s a lot to update you on.”

“If this is about your stunt at the Hero Billboard Chart ceremony, I’m already aware. You’re quite popular here, you know.”

“So I’ve heard. What’s the real gossip amongst inmates?”

“Some of them think it’s great that you hailed the villains as heroes and stood your ground so publicly. Others think it was a mockery. Either way, people are talking about you.”

“I can’t believe they’re gossiping about me even in prison.” You groan and bury your head in your arms on the table. “I can’t escape it at all.”

“No offense, but it is the natural consequence for what you did. Does it matter though—what other people say? You have a chance to do something with this.”

“I don’t even know what to do though. I only did it to bring justice to our names. There were so many defamatory articles. People were saying the craziest things that weren’t even true at all.”

“So you got the truth out. Now figure out your next steps.”

You groan again, but Mister chuckles at your dramatics.

“You’ve grown a lot,” he notes.

“I’ve been through a lot,” you respond.

“I meant physically.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“I just mean the baby is starting to show. How are you going to keep hiding the truth?”

“I have no idea. I was just going to let him handle it I suppose.”

“Have you discussed that with him?”

You’re quiet for a moment, scrunching your face to avoid having to tell Mister the truth. “Not really…”

“I don’t blame you, but the stakes are pretty high for you both. Definitely consider it before the baby comes.”

“I’ve been a bit preoccupied.”

“Oh? Is there a new man in the picture, then?” He flashes his theatrical smirk.

“Ha ha, very funny. Obviously no. All Might adopted me and we moved house.”

“Ah, I see you’re really moving up in the world. So have I, as I was assigned to a new room, and this one is more private.”

“Well that’s good. It’s good, right?”

“They gave me this machine and chair so I can be a bit more mobile. But they changed out my prosthetic when they found out I was using my quirk to sneak food back into my bunk.”

You gawk at him, wondering if he’s joking, but the smile plastered on his face says otherwise. 

“Why were you hoarding food in your marbles?” you ask.

“They only give us food during meal times and I was getting hungry at night. Also the oatmeal makes a good paste when mixed with toilet paper to make earplugs. Anyway, at least I won’t have to deal with Geten snoring anymore.”

“So, this is what prison is like, I suppose. Wait, you were rooming with that ice bastard?!”

“Not by my choice, obviously. You’re lucky that you got away with being pardoned. Have you been able to meet with Spinner or Dabi?”

“Spinner, yes, but I haven’t gone to see Dabi yet. I get updates from his brother.”

“How are they doing?”

“Spinner’s extra quirks have taken a toll on his body, but he’s stable these days. I still can't see him frequently though. I kind of snuck in last time. As for Dabi, Shouto says he’s able to stay awake for eight minutes a day now. Which is good, but the doctors don’t know if he’ll improve any more than that.”

Mister furrows his brow. “He’ll die in there eventually. You know that, right?”

You’re quiet. It’s a fact that you’ve been avoiding. His body is barely kept alive by a team of doctors tending to him constantly. His will is keeping him alive more, but eventually it won’t be enough and his body will shut down. You know this. Everyone knows this. Yet, you’ve all been avoiding the harsh reality.

“I don’t want to think about it. I’ve lost enough people I care about already,” you say.

“I know it must be hard to see him like that, but it would be best to try.”

“Don’t nag me, I know it is. I’ll go see him soon and give you some real updates…” 

“Speaking of updates, what else do you have to tell me?” he asks.

You use up your time to talk with him. You tell him the details of Hawks pardoning you and hiring you as his assistant. You explain how All Might proposed your adoption following the war. You tell him about your new house and your plans to raise your child there. You vent your worries about Spinner and Dabi, while also taking the time to mourn together for Himiko and Tomura. He tells you more about his prison escapades in hopes of bringing a smile to your face. Every minute feels precious, and being with Mister fills a void that’s been left in your heart. His charm makes you laugh, but it leaves you with an ache in your heart that he’s not coming home with you. Time passes all too quickly. Soon enough the thirty minutes pass, and Tsukauchi returns to retrieve you.

“I’ll talk to someone and see if I can get my number added to your approved caller list so we can talk more frequently,” you tell him.

You bend down to give him a hug before you go. He holds you tightly to him, savoring his last moment with you.

“Until we meet again, my dear friend,” he whispers into your ear.

The pang in your heart makes your eyes sting. “Until then.”

Until I can get your ass out of here, so you can know freedom once again.

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who's the worst bnha yandere? in your opinion

Shigaraki Tomura x darling

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, f!reader, Shiggy being gross

fem reader

It’s easily Tomura.

Tomura because he doesn’t care about the most basic of human needs. 

Forgets to feed you. And when he does – it’s always some half-eaten burger, sub or burrito. He doesn’t give two shit if you’re vegan or vegetarian. Shit – he doesn’t even care if you’re allergic. If you don’t want it, you can starve.

Doesn’t give you clothes. He rarely bothers getting himself new clothes, do you think he’s gonna do you any better? No. Wear his dandruff-riddled, old-sweat-seeped hoodie – or wear nothing.

Something else you miss is proper housing – even if it’s just a room with a bed and a toilet. You’ve learned that even that is too much to ask for.

You never stay in the same place for long – needing to switch bases regularly in order to remain low. Never anything he’ll have to pay for, of course – a pick of the litter abandoned office buildings, hotels, and empty homes. 

If you’re lucky enough to find a place with running water, you stay longer. If not, you’ll have to make do for a couple of days – worst case was a little over a week. You still shudder thinking about it. 

He’ll keep you in any room he can lock from the outside – only sometimes blessing you with an actual mattress and not some old moldy sofa or a thin blanket on cold floors.

One time, you stayed in some old mansion one of the league members had found. You suspect they killed whoever lived there before – seeing as the entire house was properly furnished and clean when you all infested the place. 

Not that you got to explore much – Tomura kept you locked in the master bedroom on the third floor – the one where you most definitely would have broken both legs if you tried escaping through the window.

It had been one of the nicer places. One with working hot water and clothes for you to change into – albeit shamefully, sending prayer and thanks to the owner who was no doubt dead and rotting. You were even able to find a stockpile of fresh towels and linens you changed after a week had gone by.

But as the weeks turned to more weeks, they’d all run out – and you began hoping you’d move on to the next place soon. Even with the risk of it being someplace cold and dusty, it would still be a fresher slate.

The nice mansion had gone bad after a month or so – you’d lost track of time. 

Thankfully, you’d been able to air out the dank smell of armpit, ass, and feet – and were allowed to take a shower whenever you weren’t handcuffed to the bed – often able to lure Tomura to join you if only for the sake of washing the stench of decay, dandruff and dickcheese off him. 

But even so, Tomura isn't the most hygienic type. Managing keeping him halfway decent was troubling enough. 

It’s way tougher to keep the room tidy with Tomura’s ill habits of keeping half-eaten food lying around – empty cup noodles and other street junk, beer bottles, and sour energy drinks – along with bloody piles of worn-out clothes, dirty holey underwear, and soggy condoms.

You were driven to the point of disgust that you’d asked him whether he could do you the simple favor of finding and bringing you the house cleaning supplies so you could wash the place yourself.

Oh… how funny he’d found that little comment... 

“Too filthy in ‘ere for yah, is it? Too gross for the pretty princess?”

It hadn’t been the first time he’d made you lick the floor. Face down, ass up – with his bare foot placed heavy and clammy against your teary cheek – two of his fingers stuffing your cunt, and the other two inside your ass – while he sits at the edge of the bed, spitefully stroking his hard dick to the degrading view.

“Tch – such a filthy bitch, and you complain about the scenery?” He sneers – pumping both your holes. “Didn’t know I was fuckin’ such a spoiled cunt.”

You cry at the crass stretch his digits make – but you know better than to fight him when he’s pissed. You only regret forgetting how it’s never been a good idea for you to do much of anything other than nod your head and smile pliantly – open your mouth wide for his tongue, spit, cock, and cum or otherwise keep it shut.

Per request, you keep it open wide, tongue out on the hardwood floor – tasting the grouts of lint and dirt and God knows what – stale and salty on your tastebuds. Or maybe it was the tears gushing from your eyes – soaking your face where you sobbed.

“Tch – shut up.” A hand replaces the foot on your face – dragging you up with a fist in your hair. Pulling his fingers from your holes with a sloppy shlick – before promptly pushing all four digits inside your mouth. “If you wanna clean somethin’ – you can start with this slutty mess.”

You gag at the threat as he shoves all but his thumb down your throat – wiping off your slick, then giving your face a mean slap with the same, now spit-coated, hand – before pulling you up from the floor by your hair and ushering you onto his lap to straddle him.

He wipes the rest of your drool off on his erect cock – standing proudly with a thick flow of creamy pre leaking from his slit.

He doesn’t waste much time before lining up with your puffy pussy-lipped hole and making you sink down on him.

You croak at him going in raw – always feeling extra violated without the thin rubber protecting you from catching his germs as he pushes all his veiny girth inside you until giving your womb a cummy kiss. 

“What’s the problem, slut? Don’t like riding dirty dick?” He huffs, starting to rut against you in no clean tempo. He snickers at your grimace, still holding your hair in a tight pull as he angles your face to his to kiss your tight-lined lips – feeling you cringe even more. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you clean it after I fill this and the other hole up with filth.”

You whimper at the dark promise – and he wipes his tongue across your sorry expression from chin to temple.

“I’ll do you up nice and nasty – so you won’t feel so out of place anymore~”

league of villains

tomura could not be very dominant in the beginning of the relationship. actually, i don't think he'd really be available for sex in the beginning.

tomura is really mentally ill, and has a lot of self doubt and self hatred. like, a LOT. he's worried he will hurt you.

as much as i love the "desperate for sex incel shiggy" hc its not realistic for how his brain would work. i think he would want you to take the lead in the beginning, and he wouldn't be open to any stuff involving hands (fingering, hair pulling, etc.) even with gloves until he knows for certain he won't hurt you.

its not you he doesn't trust; its himself. he hates himself for destroying everything he loves so easily, and he would rather die than let it happen to you too.

just some food for thought. rough dom shiggy is cool but only when he's comfortable with his quirk and confident that he won't hurt u 👍

touya pillleeee

Thinking about…

~~~

Tomura playing LOL on his computer, his legs hunched up onto the chair and his body slouched over the desk, calculating his next move. A normal night for him, if it wasn’t for the fact that his lover is being fucked into the next day by one of his companions.

Loud moans and grunts echoed throughout the room, the bed frame hitting the wall with each forceful thrust. Dabi laid on top of you, pining you down into a mating press as he fucked into your sore hole, cum and lube coating his cock and adding an even louder ‘plap plap plap’ that echoed throughout the room.

Your mouth was agape and eyes rolled back, wanton moans and whimpers escaping you, fucked dumb and pliant as Dabi ravages your willing body. You could feel another tight coil beginning to form inside you, your body tensing as you scratched down Dabi’s back.

Your eyes lazily trail up towards your boyfriend, Tomura, the back of his gaming chair blocking his frame, only his hand visible as it grasped his mouse. You tried to call out for him, the first syllable of his name barely leaving your lips before you’re rudely slapped, a stapled hand harshly squeezing your face and forcing your gaze back to himself.

“Nuh-uh…eyes on me…i’m the one fucking you right. now.”

The last two words were pronounced with harsh thrusts, your hole stretched along his cock brutally as you screamed out in pleasure.

From the corner of your eye, you can barely make out the faint movement of Tomura’s hand idly massaging his bulge…

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A/N: Just a small drabble i thought about while at work today hehehe >:3

my sister when she finally realized that i'm still a kid.

(im the younger sister btw)

face-sitting , kinda fluffy at the end, idk loser tomura (college au)

"god, you suck at this."

"it's my first fucking time, i told you that." he groans as he attempts to eat you out, your hands in his long hair— "tomu, you keep missing my clit." you can tell he's getting frustrated.

"get off." you mumble, pushing his face away from your pussy— you watch as he leans back, and if you could pinpoint his feelings you'd think he's about to cry.

"lay on your back, I'll just hump your face." you mumble out, watching his face change from disappointment to excitement as he lays on his back, one of his hands flipping his hair up to get comfortable.

you climb on top of him, finger lightly tracing the skeleton on his oversized hoodie as you do before your legs are on either side of his head.

he's blessed, he thinks— your sticky pussy is gonna be rubbing all over his face, using him as your toy. he's so close to cumming.

you sink your hips until you feel his lips against your pussy, your manicured fingers dipping into his hair, "stick your tongue out all the way." you demand, and he listens— his tongue lolls out of his mouth, the warm muscle already grinding against your clit.

"good boy." you hum, grinding your pussy against his tongue— his tongue occasionally dipping into your hole as your clit bumps his nose.

he's moaning into your pussy, white-knuckling the sheets as you fuck his face.

finally, he's finally fucking good for something.

you speed up your hips, as you begin to moan— some of your juices falling down his cheeks n chin as he attempts to drink all of you up— you taste fucking amazing, he thinks.

"ohhh fuck, tomu. feels s'good baby, g'nna cum all over your face."

he growls into your cunt, arms wrapping around your thighs— "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he chants into your pussy— maybe it's because your close to cumming, or you're extremely horny but, the way he's slobbering on your pussy and panting into you is really doing it for you, "cum on my fucking face— cum, cum, fuck please, please. wan' you t'cum really, really bad. please." he begs.

"oh fuck, oh fuck— holy shiiiii-iit!—" you gasp, attempting to pull your hips off of his face only for him to hold you there. he wants to look up at your but your stupid skirt is in the fucking way.

once you come down from your high, he finally lets you go and you sit on his chest.

tomura's eyes squint, his face is flushed a bright pink instead of his usual pale skin and maybe just maybe, you could say you like this guy.

"can you be my girlfriend?"

"no."

"please?"

"okay, fine."

now you have to drag this pathetic loser everywhere on campus, your friends will have a field day with that. you place your hand over his cock only to jump slightly at the wet damp spot on his pants— "did you fucking cum on yourself?" you laugh out, as you wipe your hand on his chest.

"fuck you, it's your fucking fault. get off of me." he groans in embarrassment and pushes you off. you pout as you lay beside him, eyes scanning the room for your panties.

tomura gets on top of you,

"you aren't fucking me."

"i'm not trying to." he huffs as he wraps his arms around you, laying his head on your chest in a silent attempt to thank you.