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Ashes to ashes

Summary: Even in the cold aftermath of the war, Tenko rests knowing he's not alone cw: tomura shigaraki x female reader, fix it fic, fluff, drabble, how its actually going to end tbh wc: 742

Everything is bright. 

It’s the first thing he could think of as he blinks his eyes open. The sluggish movements paired with the rhythmic beeping of a machine next to him made it all feel more jarring. 

Once the blurring of his vision cleared he had a better idea of his situation. 

He’s in the hospital. 

There is a window, a machine monitoring his vitals and

You. 

Your head is down as you sat by the side of his bed, the slow breathing of your form clueing him in on your current sleeping status. 

How long have you been here? At his side as he lie in a hospital bed for god knows how long? 

His heart — feeling new, feeling warm aches in ways that have nothing to do with the soreness of his other muscles. 

It makes him reach out to you, his hands are bandaged, but he knows decay no longer rests within him. He knows the quirk was destroyed along with his hatred, yet he still maintains a lifted finger as he pets the top of your resting head. 

Somehow you were so comfortable sleeping at an awkward angle — leaning over onto his bed as you sat next to him in your chair. 

It’s cute. 

You’re cute. 

He feels a smile pull at his features, it grows even bigger as you stir, waking to the disturbance. 

Your eyes are slow as they open and he can only feel himself relax as you look at him again. 

He thought he’d never see you again. 

“Tenko.” Your voice is soft, heavy with sleep as you speak and the words waver with the tears filling your eyes. “Thank god you’re awake.”

Yes, Tenko, no longer Tomura Shigaraki. It feels like a dream, but that part of him died with the end of the war. Only the embers of his true being remaining to be born again from the ashes. 

Your hand catches his and there is no fear in your movements. You are not afraid of him — you were never afraid of him. 

You’ve always loved him throughout it all. 

“How long have you been here?” He drags himself to ask, voice hoarse from lack of use and Tenko can see the way your shoulders shake as you struggle to answer — as you struggle to fight the tears. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Is your only response as you rise from your chair, knocking it back from the force of your movements as you race to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. 

It’s tight and it presses on the bandages all over his body but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s just content with you being the first thing he sees as he came to. 

He doesn’t acknowledge your shaking sobs, knowing you would get on to him about calling you a crybaby. No, he allows you this moment, pulling you in closer and burying his nose into the crook of your neck. 

“I was so scared, Tenko,” you start, words breaking free from the confines of your mind, “I thought you were gone for good.”

He rubs soothing motions onto your back, pulling you in tighter. “I thought I was, too.”

The words only make you cry harder, the tears make his heart ache along with the pain throughout his body now. 

“I love you, I love you so much,” you murmur, and he knows. He’s always known. “Please don’t ever leave me again.”

Tenko pulls you back, forehead now resting against yours and — god, he knows you would hate to hear him say it, but he can’t help it. He thinks you’re cute in all forms, even when crying. 

“I,” he pauses and looks at you, really looks at you — and seeing his entire world in your eyes only brings the sting of unfamiliar tears. “I love you, too. I won’t leave your side again.”

He brings you in for a kiss, a gentle press of his lips against yours and you take all that you can, eyes closing and head tilting. 

Tenko pulls away and it’s brief only to mutter a firm, “I promise.”

Then he’s back, kissing you like his life depended on it. 

Even so close to you, he knows the warm tears trailing down his face were his own. The burn of them is unmistakable. Tenko can only bring himself to smile into the kiss, feeling anew. 

He can’t remember the last time he cried. 

I don't have addh but that's litteraly me xD

as a fellow gal with ADHD, please consider: shiggy/hyper & easily distracted gf

Oh man, I think it would drive him crazy. Shigaraki is so hyper focused and determined, and he’s obviously somewhat organized and skilled at bringing things together.

Those of us with ADHD (especially untreated) tend to be a bit scatterbrained and easily distracted. Could you imagine sitting through a long, grueling meeting with the league, and you just find yourself staring at the wall, daydreaming? You’re trying to listen, you really are, but every once in a while, he says something that sends your mind on a tangent and it becomes almost impossible to listen?

Anytime you have to read over recon or reports, you have to do it about 8 times because even though your eyes are scanning over the words, your head is totally somewhere else. It’s just not digesting the words. Sometimes you have to quiz yourself (or have him do it for you) to make sure you absorbed the information.

And sleeping next to him? Oh man.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“You’re twitching your leg again.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it.”

“Well stop! You’re shaking the whole bed!”

“I’m trying! I start doing it subconsciously.”

“Well knock it off. I’m trying to focus.”

“Okay.”

...........

...........

“You’re doing it again!”

He’d have to check in on you and make sure you’re not getting sidetracked while you work. He even has to pay extra attention to where you put things because you have a tendency to lose track of stuff.

“Did you see where I put my phone?”

“I saw you with it two minutes ago.”

“I know. I can’t remember where I put it.”

“Did you check your pocket?”

“Yes, Tomura, I’m not stupid.”

“What about the counter?”

“Already looked.”

“And what about the bathroom where you went right before you lost it?”

“....huh.”

“Idiot.”

Even when he’s looking right at you, he’s not entirely sure you’re listening. Sometimes he asks you to repeat what it is he just said just so he can be sure. Your impulsive nature doesn’t necessarily help matters. He thinks if you spent half as much time working as you did daydreaming, you might have destroyed society on your own by now.

“What the hell are you looking at?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at the counter for 10 minutes. You’re barely blinking.”

“Oh. I was just wondering what it would be like to have a quirk like Hawks. You know, like flying and stuff? Do you think he ever gets bugs in his teeth? And what about going down, do you think his stomach does the flippy thing or do you get used to it? Also, do you think he needs to like, brush his wings? You know when you get a few hairs parted on the wrong side and it feels weird? You think you get that with feathers? And since he’s birdlike, you think he lays eggs or-“

“You know what? I’m sorry I asked.”

Yeah, it would drive Shigaraki crazy sometimes. But even though he’ll never tell you this, he thinks it’s cute, and he doesn’t mind it nearly as much as he pretends he does. Plus, he’s more than happy to help keep you organized and remember things you might have forgotten. It’s a minuscule price to pay to be with you, and something he’d probably do anyway.

Sun reacting to news of his demotion from Theatre Star to Daycare Nanny (he is not coping well)

heyy! I have a request, can you show us how unhealthy and toxic Tomura is? NSFW if you want ✨️

TOXIC!BOYFRIEND TOMURA HEADCANONS!

A/N : okay ty for the first ask!! but imo he's not like DETRIMENTALLY toxic or physically, it's more or so the mindgames he plays and how he unknowingly does the things he does.

WARNINGS: toxic tomura, this is my first time writing him like actually mean so plz forgive, manipulation, all of..that, warnings for NSFW will appear.

he's very into guilt tripping, like actually, it's somewhat sickening at this point, he'll get pissed at just the slightest things and accuse you of hating him or intentionally doing it to piss him off.

he's the jealous kind, like really easy jealous kind, he'll slowly nitpick things about your friends until you cut most of them off of else he'll make you choose between him or them.

he never, ever says sorry, most if not all the blame is on you, he will never acknowledge that he is in the wrong and will blame the world around him for his own failure.

he's very straightforward, he will tell you what's on his mind, for better and for worse. the way he treats Kurogiri reflects on you.

the more vulnerable he gets with you, the more he begins to put his guard up, he's not used to the sensations your giving him, he'll take and take and take, barely giving anything back though.

Don't cry around him, it'll piss him off and he'll make poor half assed attempt to get you to stop, 'stop crying, it's annoying me.' or 'those tears will get you nowhere.'

if you aren't a member of the league, he will put them above you because he craves his 'rightful' seat at the throne as king of destruction, and his hate outweighs his 'love' for you.

he doesn't know how to comprehend his own emotions and will say things he will barely regret during a fit of rage, he'll blame it on you for sticking around.

all your conversations will mostly be about him, once it's about you he kind of looks off to the side and waits with a scoff.

he wants you to touch him but he'll get mad at you if you do.

he's a mess, one day he'll be praising you, touching you and even telling you all sorts of compliments before a little slip up can cause him to lose it and degrade you, say nothing but insults and berate you.

you aren't above AFO, the moment his master finds out about your little relationship (if he even considers it that) he'll break you off like your nothing to him.

his love for you is the same as how AFO loves yoichi.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

WARNINGS: dubcon, piss mentioned.

sex with him is honestly a hit or miss, he only mostly focuses on his own pleasure and chases his own high instead of trying to get you to cum too.

he doesn't like it when your kinks have something to do with you being on top, and in the bedroom, it's all about him, and it'll always be about him.

he'll have his orgasm, and recover for a bit, a factory reset for his body before he gets right back up to use his PC or go back to the league.

he's very demanding.

horrible in bed, since it's mostly about him it's all about what he likes, what his kinks are, and what makes him cum. he practically just humps you like a dog before he goes on his way.

aftercare, prep, praise, safewords? what's that? those don't exist for Tomura, you stop when he stops, don't want to leave him pissed off do you?

his kinks are gross, honestly. he looks like a basement dwelling NEET, so he'd probably have some freaky kinks, (mhoj2 he says alot of bdsm based lines) probably even piss if he's willing to put his trust in you that you won't snitch.

even if you do, the more vulnerable he gets he'll remind you that he can take your life any day, to keep you in a constant state of paranoia so you'll stay quiet and alongside him.

huge fan of somnophilia, he'll ask you about it and fuck you like a fleshlight while you're asleep, he's not so kinky to the point he'll have sex with you outside but, he'll indulge in it.

don't be surprised if you wake up with a load in or on you.

He gets really mad when you don't swallow, why? you think he's gross? why don't you just leave him at that point?

When you two break it off, he'll only really try and call you back for a quick fuck because he's tired of using his fist.

he'll never apologize for going overboard in bed, it's your fault you couldn't handle it.

—Ake 2024

YES WANT THE FIC GIVE ME-..pleeaase

Bipolar!Shigaraki Tomura Headcanons

I'm writing it. Because I CAN

Before I start, I am writing these headcanons as someone who has been diagnosed with Bipolar Type 1 for almost three years now. I frankly could not care less if people don't think he has Bipolar Disorder, I'm writing this for my comfort and that of others who either have Bipolar disorder or just resonate with the idea that Tomura does.

and I'm also very aware of Bipolar Disorder being stigmatized as something that affects "bad" people. I'm not trying to suggest this, but that Tomura is someone who is neglected of treatment.

Warning: Bipolar disorder as title suggests (Tomura's symptoms relate to type 1 more), talks of depression, mania, psychosis, suicidality, etc, angst?

Tomura has never been given a formal diagnosis and likely has no clue that he has bipolar disorder himself. He doesn't know much about it, either, other then the stereotype that people with general mood swings are "so bipolar."

The doctor knows, AFO does too, but for them, they see it as more ammo for their arsenal to make sure Tomura's life is nothing but agony. He's never been treated with medications or therapy. Nothing.

Because he isn't medicated, his episodes are pretty strong. His manic episodes sort of blend in with his everyday behavior to a lot of people.

It's during this time that he finds himself planning out grand operations against the heroes. Some of his ideas seem unrealistic and not well thought out. They're more just ideas thrown around, and he jumps to gather people and means to carry out his goal before actually having a calculated plan.

He's up all night doing this. But if he's not, he's likely gaming. He huddles up in his room with multiple cans of energy drinks (as if he didn't already have way too much energy).

(semi-canon) will text his comrades at godforsaken hours either asking, demanding, or just rambling about stuff. If he gets an answer, the recipient often finds themself confused because Tomura just talks and talks and talks, and when he's in the heat of some plan or project he doesn't really stop to compose his sentences or even take a damn breath.

He impulsively buys things, like copious amounts of in-game purchases. Or DoorDash. If he's feeling reeeaaal bold he'll go for a whole-ass gaming console if he can, even if his current one is perfectly fine. Or assembling as many thugs as he can and feeling generous enough to overpay them when they definitely don't need the amount of money he's giving them.

You can see how when AFO was arrested, his lifestyle shifted in this regard.

Tomura is already an irritable guy, and so his mania can make it worse. He gets very overstimulated with all of his sensations that little things, like accidentally stubbing his toe, can make him mad as fuck for a good thirty minutes.

He also gets very paranoid about others. When he talks to people, he's already convinced that they are tricking him somehow and he'll read every cue he can to confirm it, even if the proof isn't even there.

Even when he's out in public and by himself, he thinks everyone is mocking, judging, and looking at him. That also comes with being the most wanted villain around, but that's beside the point.

When something finally goes his way, he is HAPPY. Sometimes the League will catch Tomura smiling his face off for no apparent reason (odd for him), and will ask what's up, only for Tomura to CACKLE back with, "ehehAHAH NOTHING!! THAT's just IT!"

They look at each other like, but just let him go about his day. They'll later hear him giggling to himself in his room, and sometimes talking to himself. He'll deny and just tell them he was on chat (his devices are not open and he is standing in the middle of his room).

Because he's not medicated, his mania can trickle into psychotic symptoms. Especially if he's going through more stress than typical. He hears voices that tell him mean things. Sometimes they're the voices of his dead family.

And because he doesn't sleep much, he sees detailed shadows and things moving that aren't. It disturbs him, but he accepts it and tries to just push on. But sometimes if he hears voices more than he'd like, he gets sad and has to grip his head and whisper "shut up shut up shut up" to negate them.

He's delusional, too. AFO's grooming and constant monitoring of his whole life have definitely emphasized his distrust of everything around him. Sometimes he'll think that the people he's gaming with online are secret hero spies trying to get him to reveal himself. He also has a fear that someone is watching him in every location, and he'll think that even the silliest things are cameras or microphones, or that those around him are also spies. Later on, it becomes paranoia that his master is everywhere.

Then comes the doom of depression

For Tomura, he's technically always depressed. But when he goes into a depressive episode, he's pretty lifeless.

He's complacent about his goals. Sometimes he'll get a tiny idea that makes his brain go !, but then he thinks of all the planning behind it and immediately slouches down on any nearby furniture

He'll lay in bed for a long period of time doing nothing. Sometimes he'll try to play a game on his phone but he gets bored quick.

Tends to eat more during this time because it's the only joy he can get. And he gets bored. He is SO BORED

Anhedonia is a bitch

His brain dwells and rambles, yet his thoughts don't make sense to him? He's constantly thinking about how fucked up his life is, how better other villains are, and how much he hates All Might and heroes altogether. He tells himself that if it wasn't for all of that he wouldn't feel this way (relating to the depressive episode).

It overwhelms him and he tries to sleep it off, but he's somehow so depressed that he's UNCOMFORTABLE. His itching gets bad.

He is very suicidal during this time and hurts himself to try and subside it. If you asked him his reason for living, he'd tell you "to see this world crumble." But he's too busy crumbling in his bed.

Psychotic symptoms can occur during his depression, too. Especially if he hasn't slept.

His lack of medication usually causes him to swap back to mania somewhat soon (2 months or so). He definitely has rapid cycles.

Because his condition isn't managed, his brain is sort of in an in-an-out stance when it comes to his literal sanity. He has moments where he can definitely be level-headed (he gets rrly confident when he notices it) but when his anger and stress fuel him more than usual, he spirals and quite literally sees red. Sometimes he can't even tell if he's dreaming or not. Often mistakes the date and day of the week.

:(

I might write a fic of the reader comforting bipolar tomura. I don't think I've ever seen a fic like that for any character.

blind date (shigaraki x reader)

After endless failed attempts to help Tomura up his game, his friends have settled on their last resort: A blind date. Even before you show up, it's not going well. No quirks AU, 2k words.

this was originally in the x reader lovers community, but I figured I'd release it into the wild as well!

Tomura gets being a little late. “A little late” is practically his middle name. He waits until the last minute to do almost everything, and that means any complications mean he’s running behind. Hypocrisy pisses him off so much that he tries to avoid it all costs, so that means he has to put up with it without bitching when somebody else is a little late, too.

Except half an hour isn’t a just a little late for anything, let alone a blind date Tomura didn’t want to go on in the first place. He’s been waiting outside the bar you were supposed to meet at for half an hour, and he’s pissed.

“That’s it,” he says after the eighteenth time a woman his age has walked past and hasn’t been you, whatever the hell you look like. “I’m out of here.”

“Just a little longer, honey,” Magne says. She’s smiling, but she’s also got her arm around Tomura’s shoulders, and if she squeezes any harder, Tomura’s going to pop like a balloon. “She’ll be here.”

“No, she won’t.” Tomura crosses his arms over his chest, tucking his hands in so nothing will bite them. They’re on the waterfront, in the summer, and there are insects everywhere. Whose dumb idea was this? “You showed her a photo of me and she changed her mind.”

“It’s a blind date,” Magne says. Like Tomura’s supposed to know what that means. “She doesn’t know what you look like, either. That’s why you have to stay right here and keep wearing that baseball hat. Otherwise she won’t know it’s you.”

Tomura hates the hat. Right now he hates everything. “So she got here on time, saw me, and left. Can I go?”

Magne shakes her head. “You promised you’d try.”

“I showed up. I waited for fucking half an hour. I’ve tried.” Tomura finally shoves Magne’s arm off his shoulders. “I’m done.”

Tomura wishes he could say he didn’t know how he got here, except he does. One of his friends is getting married, and there’s supposed to be a wild bachelor weekend in Vegas, one last blast of stupid before settling down. Most of the groomsmen are planning to hook up with as many people as possible, and that’s where the problems start. According to his friends, Tomura has no game. Zero game. Negative one hundred game. If he was rolling for his game stat, it would be a critical failure – and none of his friends want to babysit him when they could be getting laid.

Tomura wouldn’t want to babysit when he could be getting laid, either. His solution was to skip the bachelor weekend and just show up for the wedding in his stupid rented suit. But apparently his friends really want him to come to the party, and they decided that what he needed was to get some practice in before the trip. Which means that for the last month, Tomura’s spent every Friday night and weekend getting dragged through his own personal hell.

They made him try dating apps, which were a disaster, even though Tomura let Toga set up his profile and make the first move. Then they tried traditional online dating, which also sucked, because Tomura’s too picky and other people have standards. Hanging out in bars and clubs worked exactly how it’s always worked – it doesn’t – and when Dabi pulled out the big guns and dragged Tomura to the sex club where he met his fiancé, the only people who talked to Tomura were guys. Tomura thought that was sort of a good sign, even though he’s not into men, until he remembered that guys will fuck anything with a hole in it. He’s not high on himself on his best day, but that was a really shitty night.

He thought they were going to quit after that, but his friends had one last ace up their sleeve – a blind date, Magne’s idea, which Toga enthusiastically signed off on when she saw a picture of the woman Magne wanted to set Tomura up with. Toga’s type and Tomura’s type line up, sort of, and Spinner giving the photo two thumbs way up sealed the deal.

It’s not like Tomura was hopeful or anything. He just wanted to get his friends off his back. Still, rejection sucks, and ghosting sucks worse. He’d rather have you show up and tell him to his face that you weren’t interested than stand him up.

Magne collars Tomura again, but her phone starts ringing at the same time, Toga’s contact info popping up. “Don’t go anywhere,” she warns Tomura as she raises the phone to her ear. “We’re here. She’s not here yet. Can you tell him –”

Tomura ducks out from under her arm and books it into the crowd of people on the waterfront, figuring he can make it to the metro stop before Magne figures out which way he’s going. But even that can’t go his way today, because he runs into somebody who’s moving at warp speed in the opposite direction, colliding at the shoulder hard enough to make him stagger. Tomura’s not confrontational, but it’s the wrong fucking day. “Can you watch where you’re going? It’s not like you matter to whoever you’re going to –”

“Are you Tomura?”

Tomura’s heart lurches. He stares hard at you as you right yourself, picking up the backpack you dropped in the collision. There’s no way this is happening. There’s no universe in which his blind date would be someone like you.

He can see right away why Toga and Spinner approved of you, but he thought you’d be someone in his league, not somebody who’s several kilometers above it. Maybe Tomura’s too excited that you actually showed up to evaluate what you actually look like. He looks away, then looks back. Nope – you’re still pretty, even though your face is flushed and you’re breathing hard like you’ve just been running. Did you run here to meet him? Only one way to find out. “I’m Tomura.”

“I’m so sorry,” you say. “My boss held me back at work, and I missed my train –”

You’re wearing some kind of work uniform. Scrubs, maybe. Are you a nurse? “And then I couldn’t decide whether to wait for another train or just run, so I ran – but I don’t really run, so it took even longer –”

Tomura doesn’t run, either. When he was doing the stupid online dating thing, he sorted out everybody who said more than one sentence about working out. You pause to suck down a breath, then keep talking. “I know everything I just said sounds like an excuse, and I know you’re leaving,” you say, “but I was hoping I could catch you so I could say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stand you up. I get it if you want to call it off.”

Before Tomura can answer or even think about what he’s going to say, Magne bursts out of the crowd. “I told you not to run off,” she scolds, collaring Tomura again. “If you don’t stay put, there’s no way she’s going to – oh! You’re here!”

You nod. Magne looks you up and down. “I told you to dress cute,” she scolds. “And to get here on time. I practically had to chain him to a streetlight so he wouldn’t escape.”

“I’m sorry,” you say. “My boss –”

“Of course,” Magne says, scowling. “He’s never met a good time he doesn’t want to ruin.”

Magne knows who your boss is? “How do you to know each other?”

“She’s a pharmacy tech at the place I go to pick up my E,” Magne says. “She’s the only one who works there who isn’t an asshole, and her boss is the biggest asshole of them all. I only go in there when she’s on and he’s off. But let me introduce you the right way. Shigaraki, this is – ”

Tomura misses your name the first time Magne says it, catches it the second time, but it barely registers except as something he probably shouldn’t forget. You’re pretty. You’re not an asshole, or at least you’re the same kind of asshole as Magne and everybody else Magne’s friends with, including Tomura. Your boss is the wrong kind of asshole, which means you probably didn’t blow Tomura off on purpose. And you ran here so you could meet him even when you knew you were really late. You must have really wanted to meet Tomura. What did Magne tell you about him?

Tomura can ask you about that later. “So?” Magne is saying expectantly. “Can I leave you two alone, or are you going to run away again?”

“No,” Tomura says. “You can go.”

You look surprised. “Um –”

“Now.”

Magne cackles. She snatches the hat off Tomura’s head, ruffles his hair, and slaps him on the back hard enough that he staggers. “Have fun! I want all the details later!”

“Sure,” you say, bewildered, as she kisses you on the cheek. Tomura’s going to have to talk to you about that – any details you share with Magne will be fair game for the rest of Tomura’s friends, and he’s not sure how much he wants them to know. “Um, bye.”

Magne waves and vanishes into the crowd. Now it’s just you and Tomura standing on the sidewalk. You shuffle off to one side, out of the way, and Tomura follows you. “Are you sure you still want to do this?” you ask once you’re both leaning against the railing. “I get it if you’re not in the mood. When I’ve gotten stood up, I haven’t wanted to –”

“You’ve never been stood up in your life,” Tomura says, and your expression changes from confused to offended. “Look at you.”

You look down at yourself, then back up at him. “What does that mean?”

“I didn’t know anything about you and I got here on time. If I knew what you looked like beforehand I’d have been two hours early.” It sounded like a compliment in Tomura’s head, but he can’t tell if you’re taking it that way. “People like you don’t get stood up for dates.”

“I wish that were true,” you say. You look away. “I know how it feels. I get it if you don’t want to go out anymore.”

Tomura pretends he’s thinking about it. “How far did you run to get here?”

“Sixteen blocks.”

“You ran sixteen blocks to meet me. That cancels out being late,” Tomura says. You look up, surprised for a second or two before the relief kicks in. “I still want to go out.”

“Me, too,” you say. You smile at him. Women don’t usually smile at Tomura. People don’t usually smile at Tomura. He doesn’t know what to do with it. “Thanks, Tomura. For giving me a chance.”

“Yeah,” Tomura says. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t really know,” you admit. “It’s been a while since I went on a date.”

“Same,” Tomura says. ‘Never’ counts as a while in his book. “I don’t know – grab drinks or something?”

You nod. “Can we find somewhere to sit down for a second first? I don’t usually run that much, and I don’t want to pass out on you.”

“You can pass out on me if you want,” Tomura says. You blink. Tomura facepalms even though you’re looking right at him. “There are benches back there.”

The crowd on the sidewalk is only getting denser. Tomura doesn’t want to get separated from you, so he tells you to hold onto the back of his shirt. You grab his hand instead, and you’re still holding it when the two of you find a place to sit down. Still holding it once you’re both settled, searching for something to talk about. Tomura’s not optimistic about this. You’re too good to be true – the kind of woman who’d run sixteen blocks to meet him and hold his hand is a kind of woman who doesn’t exist. Even so, it’s – nice. Tomura laces his fingers with yours and decides to enjoy it while it lasts.

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.

what do u think texts with tomura would look like?

A/N: again, this isn't my usual format but I'll just use the headcanons one because idk how else..

Warnings: suggestive

He texts like a dad, but when he's on discord or something he texts like a regular gamer, somewhat dry but still conveying what he wants to say.

he sends the thumbs up emoji or sends an outrageously ugly photo of whatever he decided to save that day.

he does use reddit and will send you reddit likes to AITA or petty dramas.

sadly he does go on fourchan sometimes and he'll send you links on things and ask for your opinion on it.

when he wants nudes or wants to tell you he wants to have sex he'll just say "sex, my room" or "*insert whatever body parts he wants to jack off to*"

he takes forever to respond lmfao you can ask him for something and he'll give it to you 2 days late.

but if you're not with the league he responds in a few minutes. give him a moment. his phone is on dnd.

This has kind of trailed off but he's given you Kurogiri's contact info just incase you needed to warp somewhere, so sweet🖤

Guy pls vote for THE END OF ALL THINGS because it gave me Tomua’s vibes !

THE TUMBLR HORSE DERBY

WELCOME TO THE FIRST TUMBLR HORSE DERBY (that i know of, anyway)

HOW TO HORSE: 🐎🐎🐎 - Vote for your FAVOURITE horse to make them go faster! (yknow, like those carnival horse derby games!) MAY THE BEST HORSE WIN

(also sample size reblog yadda yadda yadda HORSE)

some random headcanons of tomura that i thought of

just like ochaco, he sleeps either with gloves on or bandages on his pinky fingers

i’ve seen many people say tomura would listen metal or heavy metal but i really think he’d prefer game OST’s over anything>>>

blasts bury the light at 3am

he’d call kurogiri at 3am just to tell him about his plans to kill all might

apparently he’s awake all day, having anxiety attack cuz he drank monster on an empty stomach

i think he’s the type of guy to meticulously plan everything only to have it ruined by bad luck

he’d occasionally pick on his flaky skin/lips

he has a habit of collecting figures, only to leave on at the shelve without looking at it again

if you’re close to tomura, he’d invite you to eat something tasty and then tell you that he destroyed one of your items

tomura is not the type to use bar soap but rather dispenser soap…that’s if you’re lucky enough he used one

he doesn’t use his quirk much and he’s used to only using 4 fingers

very competitive and mean when he plays against you in a PvP game

too mean he’s not giving you an ounce of hope to win

you got upset and he decided to switch to simulation games instead (he doesn’t admit this but he plays animal crossing to relax)

say goodbye to your personal space, this man knows no boundaries

he’s not shy, he’s just like a cat that doesn’t know how to express its feelings to you

*gets jumpscared in a horror game* “fuck all might, fuck endeavor, fuck hawks, fuck—“

your man is the type to pick his food off the floor :(

shigaraki is the type of guy to buy you the most luxurious & beautiful black nightgown while he stays on his creeper boxers

tomura doesn’t like to shower on his own, he likes the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair 🚿🛀

(NSFW below this point:)

expect him to talkshit about all might mid-sex

i really think his hatred for all might surpasses his sex drive

prefers receiving and will be mean about it, he just likes making a mess of you

degradation & slight breeding kink

your boobs are his favorite pillows

he likes fucking you with the skirt on—

missionary & doggy 👑

call him sweet names during sex and he’ll melt under your arms

doesn’t like shower sex but a blowjob will do

i think he would be into somnophilia, only if you’re fine with it