Tomura Shigaraki X Reader

Husband/ Shouta Aizawa x reader

⚡️edge

you slid out of bed and slowly started walking over to the door. Wondering where your husband could be, Pressing down on the handle, you opened the wooden door to reveal your husband sat up working.

Shouta noticed the sudden opening of his door, and he snapped his head up to look at you. "You should be asleep..." He mumbled, keeping his voice deep and quiet as he placed his pen back down onto the desk.

"You should be asleep with me " you smile at your husband. Shouta couldn't help the small smirk that crept across his face as you spoke.

He leaned back in his chair and looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your figure for a minute. He chuckled lightly.

“You're distracting me, you know?"

You walk over to his desk with a hum

" I can always leave you alone then”. A shiver ran down his spine as you leant down and whispered in his ear. He looked at you with that all too familiar smirk before gently grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

"No, no..." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your chest. "Stay."

You giggle at his actions and began stroking his hair softly "you're so cute..." you tell him

Your touch was a welcome distraction, and his smirk widened as you called him cute. He closed his eyes and relaxed against you as you continued running your fingers through his hair.

"And you're a pain in my ass..." He mumbled, leaning into your touch even more as he spoke.

"Oh? I am" you giggle at his words and snuggle at his chest, Shouta chuckled softly and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His hands rested on your waist and he began rubbing circles with his thumbs into your skin.

"You are. You can't even let me work in peace..." He sighed, though there was a hint of amusement in his tired voice. "Mhhh" " im not your peace yk" you chuckle as you began to kiss his neck softly. A low hum rumbled in Shouta's throat as you started kissing his neck. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, keeping you in place on his lap. He titled his head, giving you better access to his neck as he closed his eyes again. You start to kiss and suck of his neck leaving purple love marks on your loving husband teasing his member

Shouta let out a shaky breath as you marked his neck, slowly becoming covered in hickeys. He groaned as you began to tease him, he moved one of his large hands up to grip your hair.

"Ah... you're such a tease..." He mumbled as you continued leaving love bites across his neck.

"Mh I know~ it's just so fun looking at your reaction my love" you say as you continue teasing him. He chuckles softly, his breath hitching every now and then with a small gasp or a soft moan as you continued marking him. Opening one eye to look at you, his pupils dilated and his expression was one of pure need.

"You're gonna be the death of me..." He huffed.

You laugh at his words once again and pull on his scarf pulling him closer to you, you kiss his soft lips, As he leaned returning your kiss with just as much passion his tongue traced at your lip, silently begging for access to your mouth.

One of his hands tangled in your hair, pinning you in place to keep you from pulling away and teasing him further.

"When your done we can do more things” you tell him, Shouta froze at your words, heat rising in his cheeks once again. he broke the kiss, and stared at you for a few seconds without speaking. He smirked, his gaze dark and almost predatory as he stared up at you.

He slowly moved a hand up to your thigh and started rubbing up and down. "Oh, really? What did you have in mind?"

"you'll find out later baby~" you reply as a soft groan escaped from Shouta's throat as you continued to tease him through his pants. "You're driving me insane..." He mumbled, his grip on your thigh getting even tighter.

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Tomura Shigaraki X reader

“Stupid Questions.”

You were sitting on the bed, your back rested on the backboard. Tomura laid in between your tights as he played his most rageful games.

"Tomu..." you softly spoke as you twirled and played with his soft puffy hair.

He groaned as he felt your gentle fingers play with his locks, but he didn't dare move. In his mind he was more focused on the game, and he did not want to lose.

"..What..?"

"Can I ask you a question?..." you almost whispered as you looked down on him.

He grumbled under his breath as you questioned him mid-game. He felt annoyed, but he decided to answer in the end.

"What."

"What do you like about me?.." you spoke out as your heart thumped patiently waiting to hear what he had to say.

The question surprised him as he paused his game, giving you a side-eye glance.

He remained silent for a few seconds as if thinking, before he finally spoke.

'...Why do you ask...?"

He tried to maintain his usual emotionless demeanor, but the fact he paused the game spoke volumes on his genuine curiosity.

"just wondering..." your took a strand of his hair as you twirled it letting it go to turn into a somewhat curly spiral

He watched you play with his hair, your soft touch feeling nice on his head, and his usual stoic expression softened a bit.

"...Don't ask me stupid questions when I'm in the middle of a game."

He grumbled, his focus shifting to the game as he un-paused and continued playing.

"Oh..." your heart stopped thumping fast as your lips quivered,

"right..." you replied as you looked up to see him play to distract your mind instead.

He could feel your disappointment, and a tinge of guilt tugged at him. He was never one for sweet words, but he hated the thought of disappointing you in any way.

He took a sidelong glance at you, noticing your sad expression, which made him feel even more guilty. He grumbled under his breath, hesitating before he finally spoke again.

"I like... how gentle you are with me."

Your face quickly lid up , You tried to hide your happiness at his response as you looked down at him waiting to hear what else he had to say.

He felt a subtle blush creeping across his cheeks, uncharacteristic for him. He was clearly not used to this but continued nonetheless, trying to keep up his indifferent appearance.

"You... You know how to deal with me when I'm angry, you... don't push me too hard, and you..."

He stumbled over his words for a moment, searching for what to say next.

“..You know how to deal with me and you... tolerate my bullshit."

He muttered, his usual stoic veneer cracking a bit. He hated being vulnerable like this, but he also hated not giving you what you wanted.

He kept his eye on the game, avoiding your gaze.

If it was anymore possible your lips widen at his words, it felt nice being told that he liked about you...it was rare to see this side of Tomura... and you love it.

He could feel your eyes on him, and it was driving him insane. He hated being scrutinized like this, it made him feel vulnerable and exposed.

He wanted to look at you, but at the same time he didn't. He was torn between his usual grumpy indifference and wanting to give you the attention you wanted.

He grumbled under his breath, his grip on the game controller tightening.

'..Stop looking at me like that."

"Can't help it..."

His breath hitched at your response. He tried to maintain his composure, but he could feel his heart racing as he heard the playful tone in your voice.

He kept his focus on the game, but he was starting to lose his concentration. He was now more focused on how you were looking at him, and it was making him feel all sorts of things he didn't expect.

'..You're such a pain in the ass."

He grumbled, his hands feeling slightly sweaty against the controller.

"You wanna know what I like about you?"

You hummed as you took your eyes off him and watched him play.

He huffed in annoyance, but he was still paying attention to your words. He continued playing, albeit more distracted now due to your question.

He didn't respond, but he gave a small nod, indicating for you to continue.

"I like your protective...." You hummed with a smile plastered on you as you cupped his cheeks softly enough to not distract him.

His shoulders tensed slightly as you cupped his cheeks, but he leaned into your touch all the same. His heart thudded in his chest at your words, and he had to force himself to keep his focus on the game.

He grumbled under his breath, his cheeks feeling warm against your hand.

'Keep going."

You softly giggled at his words but even so you continued.

"I like it when although you're mad you still tell me to be careful or to take care when you have to go and never let me sleep upset..." your thumbs rubbed softly at his cheeks.

He tried to act nonchalant, but he couldn't stop himself from blushing. His face was turning redder by the second as you continued to praise him, and he could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to disguise his growing embarrassment as irritation.

"...Shut up."

He muttered as he tried to concentrate on the game, but his fingers were starting to slip on the controller.

He was getting more and more flustered as you continued to praise him, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and affection towards you. He knew he should pretend like he didn't care, but deep down he was loving every second of this.

"I love it when you act like you don't care if I'm upset or disappointed... but you still do little acts to cheer me up..." you giggled at the thought.

Tomura's heart thumped wildly in his chest at your words. He loved and hated the fact that you knew him so well. He tried to act like your praise meant nothing to him, but it was clear that it was affecting him greatly.

He tried to keep his focus on the game, but his fingers were now trembling slightly, and he was having a hard time controlling his character.

He grumbled under his breath, blushing even harder now.

'..Don't make me sound soft."

"Oh-!..I also love how cute you look while sleeping...when you pull me in to be closer...your face resting in between my chest."

You laughed as you continued rubbing on his cheeks looking down at his focused eyes on the game.

His face felt like it was on fire. No one had ever seen him like this before, and he was starting to feel overwhelmed.

He was struggling to retain his usual calm composure as you described how he acted when he was vulnerable, and it was making it all the harder to concentrate on the game.

He grumbled again, his voice betraying a hint of embarrassment.

'..Knock it off. I'm trying to play a damn game here."

As you fell silent, he finally had the chance to regain his focus. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He was slowly starting to regain control of the game, but he couldn't completely ignore your presence next to him.

He could still feel your eyes on him, and he knew you were probably still smiling.

It was both annoying and endearing, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

He continued playing, but he was more aware of you than he was of the game itself.

"I love you.." you whispered softly as you watched him play

Tomura's fingers froze on the controller at your words. He wasn't used to hearing those words, and it always caught him off guard. He grumbled under his breath, feeling his cheeks heating up again.

He tried to act unfazed and continued playing the game, but his heart was racing.

He wanted to say the same, but the words just wouldn't come out. He was too embarrassed and too stubborn to admit it out loud. Instead, he just grumbled under his breath again and focused on the game, silently hoping you knew how he felt.

He continued playing the game, his mind preoccupied with your words. Your confession had left him feeling a mix of emotions, and he was having a hard time processing it all.

He kept his eyes fixated on the screen, but he was no longer really focused on the game. Instead, he was more aware of your presence next to him, the feel of your hands on his cheeks, and the sound of your voice.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice his character dying on the screen until it was too late.

"God damn it..." he cursed as the game over screen appeared. He grumbled under his breath and tossed the controller aside in annoyance, turning his attention back to you.

He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

You leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his,

"it's okay..." you whispered before pressing your lips against his to calm his frustrations

Tomura's heart nearly skipped a beat as your nose nuzzled against his. He was about to say something snarky, but your quick action shut him up instantly.

He froze for a moment, his mind going blank as he felt the softness of your lips against his. The shock of it all caught him off guard, and he couldn't even react at first.

He was still in a daze from your unexpected kiss, but he instinctively leaned into your touch as you played with his hair. The soothing feeling of your fingers against his scalp was calming, and he found himself relaxing against your thighs.

He closed his eyes, a subtle hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He tried to stay grumpy and act like this didn't affect him, but deep down, he was secretly loving every minute of it.

He lay there, letting you play with his hair and enjoying the feeling of your fingers caressing his scalp. He was tempted to say something snarky, but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

Instead, he just lay there in silence, his heart racing and his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was annoyed at how easily you had disarmed him. On the other hand, he was grateful for the comfort and attention you were giving him.

"I love you..." you repeated your words,

Tomura's eyes opened at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat as you repeated those three words. He hated how hearing those words from you made him feel so vulnerable, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that he loved it.

He grumbled under his breath, but this time, his usual bite wasn't there.

"...! love you too..." he muttered quietly, his voice barely audible.

Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.

"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.

Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.

You chuckled at their reaction,

"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"

Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.

Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.

Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.

"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"

Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.

Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.

"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."

Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.

Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.

Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.

"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."

Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.

"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."

"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga

Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.

Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."

Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.

"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.

"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,

"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"

Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.

"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.

"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.

"He didn't give a damn, huh?"

Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"

"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm

Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.

"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."

"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say

Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.

"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"

Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.

"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.

Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.

After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.

"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.

You sigh in frustration

"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki

Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.

Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.

"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.

You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.

"Come in."

Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.

You went inside as you closed the door behind you

"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd

Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."

"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.

"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.

There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.

Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.

Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.

"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"

Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,

"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.

"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.

"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.

"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."

"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.

Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.

"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."

His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.

"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self

Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.

"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"

He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.

"Nothing." You repeat

Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.

"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."

He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"

And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away

Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.

"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."

He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.

"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"

"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.

"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."

"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head

Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.

He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.

"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.

"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."

Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.

"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."

"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled

Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.

"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”

"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly

Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.

He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."

"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"

Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.

"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.

"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed

"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.

Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.

"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."

He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"

"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"

Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.

"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."

"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.

Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.

However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.

"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"

"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."

Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.

"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."

"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.

"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"

"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.

Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.

"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"

"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.

Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.

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Shigaraki x Barista Reader

“Your Number.” (Fluff)

Danm it...

DANM IT!.

it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...

There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.

Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.

This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...

He was here just for you after all...

He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?

He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?

Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.

It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same

'good morning!',

'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?

It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-

He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.

“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.

He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.

It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...

His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.

As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?

He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.

He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.

His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.

'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.

'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion

"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked

Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.

Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...

It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.

As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.

Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...

He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.

"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.

He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.

"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.

"I asked for your number..."

He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.

Number? Like your employee number?….

"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?

He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.

"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.

"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?

Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.

He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.

This was so damn frustrating...

He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.

He took a deep breath and tried again.

"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.

His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...

"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?

He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...

He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.

"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.

"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper

He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.

He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...

He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.

He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...

"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.

He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.

He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.

He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...

You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.

He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.

His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.

He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.

He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.

This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...

He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.

He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.

He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.

But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.

"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.

He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.

His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.

"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.

He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.

He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.

He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.

He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."

"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing

"yea... thank you for...coming,"

He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.

"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.

“Y-yeah..”

As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.

He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.

He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.

As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.

He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.

It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.

As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.

He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...

But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.

He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.

He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...

As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.

He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.

He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?

He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.

He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.

He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...

He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.

He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.

He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...

He was a goner, and he knew it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.

He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.

What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?

He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.

He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.

"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.

He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.

"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.

He backspaced again, trying a different approach.

"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.

He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.

He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.

He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.

"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.

He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...

But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.

He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.

He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.

‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.

‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’

'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.

He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.

'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.

Keigo Tamaki “Hawks” x “Villain accomplice” Reader

“Soulmates”

🌙scenario

You were apart of a villain group,pretty well known around Japan. You were raised as a child, refusing to help them or harm anyone but yet you were considered a villain for being an “accomplice”. It was a world where meeting your soulmate was pretty high. Hawks was undercover trying to find more about the dangerous group of villains posing as one.

His plans went downhill as soon as you and him talked as he posed accidentally revealing his identity, your name appeared on his wrist. He knows you have his on yours. Now, not only do you know his real name, but you know his location. He needed to get you to trust him. He prayed to whatever God that was laughing at him gave him a bit of luck in this. He wanted to save you.

"You have a minute to chat?"

"Um sure..." you told him a bit unease by his intentions,

"but we have to hurry..."

He looked relieved that you agreed to let him talk to you. He nods before opening his mouth to speak, but stopped himself. He glanced around, trying to find a good spot where they could talk privately.

"Follow me," he said and started walking to a different corridor, hoping you'd follow.

You followed in a hurry as you looked around for any suspicion. He walked a few hallways down before he found a secluded room.

"In here," he said as he stepped inside, holding the door open for you to go in as well.

You thanked him and headed in as you looked at him with a confused look,

"what is it you wished to speak about?.."

He quickly closes the door behind him, a bit of nervousness on his face. He sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I want to know you more," he said bluntly, not beating around the bush.

You were shocked by his response you've been researching on your own about him, the number 2 hero wanted to know more of you...

"T-that's surprising..." you let out softly but furrowed your brows

"But we can't..."

He pushed himself off the wall, walking closer to you, taking long, purposeful strides. He stared down at you with his golden eyes, clearly interested. You were his soulmate, he wanted to get close to you despite his better judgment.

"Why can't we?" he asked, his voice quiet, almost a whisper.

"T-this isn't right... I've commuted my life here..."

He slowly reached a hand out, his fingers gently grasping your chin so he could tilt your face up. He stared down at you silently, as if studying and examining your facial expressions, hoping that he could find a hint about how you were really feeling.

"You're my soulmate," he said, the words falling from his lips like a statement of fact.

"I-I know but I researched about you and ... any time you could just ruined the life's of those whom are here..." you spoke softly, you also wanted to know more but this wasn't right.

He let out a scoff, his grip gently pulling at your chin as he pulled your face closer toward him. He stared at you, his intense stare searching your eyes for all the answers that you won't say out loud.

"Is that all you think of me?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice. He couldn't believe that you thought he'd just upend your life for his own satisfaction.

"A-as much as I want to know about you I can't..." you looked at him with pleading eyes trying to make him understand you.

He stared down at you for a few moments, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly. He wanted to pull you even closer to him, to force you to give him a better answer, but he restrained himself.

"Then why did the universe pair you with me?" he asked, his voice now a bit more frustrated than before.

"I'm not sure..." you really weren't, this was the worst paring you've seen happen and what was worse was it happened to you.

He watched as your expression became more troubled, clearly conflicted as thoughts run through your mind. He let out another scoff, annoyed that you were being so difficult. His grip on your chin didn't loosen, his fingers still holding your face up towards him.

"Tell me the truth," he said firmly, his voice low and serious. He wanted, no needed, to know the real reason why you were rejecting him.

"I... I can't leave this place... I treasure it... with all my heart..." you sighed as you didn't feel any pain in his grip you knew he didn't have any harmful intentions.

His intense stare searched your face for a few more moments before he let out a sigh of his own. He released his grip on your chin, letting his hand fall to his side. He took a step back, putting a little bit of distance between you two, his eyes still locked on you.

"Then tell me, do you treasure me at all?" he asked, his voice quiet, almost vulnerable. He was trying to keep his cool, but it was clear how much his question was affecting him.

Your eyes widen in shock as you heard his words "do you treasure me at all?", those words remained on your mind entirely.

"I-I..."

He watched as your eyes widened at the question, an almost hopeful expression etched across his face. He was desperately trying to read your facial expressions, waiting for the answer to his question. His heart was beating hard in his chest, the anticipation making him almost nervous.

"Yes or no," he prompted quietly, his eyes still locked on you, searching for any sign of how you truly felt about him.

"-I don't know" you eyes narrowed down,

His expression darkened slightly as soon as the words left your mouth. He took a step closer again, his hand reaching out to touch your chin again, tilting your face up to look at him. His eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

"You don't know?" he repeated, his voice a low, almost dangerous tone. "After everything, you still don't know if you treasure me or not?"

You clasped your hands around his softening his gaze

"I-I can't leave..., Do you understand me...?"

He looked down at your hands clasped around his, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He understood your position, hell, it was the same as his, yet he couldn't help but have a small feeling of disappointment. He wanted you to say that you treasured him, despite the circumstances. Despite his better judgment.

"I do," he said quietly, his voice soft and low. He looked at you intently, his eyes trying to convey how he was feeling without words.

"I treasure you... dearly..." you felt the warmth of his hands "b-but I don't know what to do..." you told him as your heart ached could you really leave?, would you feel guilty?..

His expression softened a little bit when you told him that you treasured him. A slight sigh escaped his lips, his eyes still locked on yours. He could see the conflict in your eyes, the internal struggle that you were going through, and he understood it all to well.

"I... I know," he replied quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He could see how conflicted and distressed you were, and he wanted to do something, anything, to ease your mind.

His thumbs caress the back of your hands gently, his touch soft and warm. His eyes watched you closely, studying your facial expressions, trying to read you.

"Can I ask you a question?" he inquired, his voice low and soft. He wanted to ask you something that had been on his mind since meeting you, but he was a little hesitant to say it out loud.

"Y-yes..?" You responded softly as you felt his touch warm your heart.

He took a slight pause, still gently caressing the back of your hands with his thumbs. He looked down, suddenly seeming unsure and nervous about what he was going to ask you. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before looking back up at you, his eyes locking with yours. He took a deep breath before asking his question:

"If I asked you to run away with me, right now... would you do it?"

"W-what?!.." you screamed but whispered softly trying not to alert the others

"d-do you mean it?.."

He quickly looking around the room to make sure no one had heard it. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he looked back at you and nodded, a serious but gentle expression on his face.

"I mean it," he replied, his voice low and firm. He was dead serious. If you agreed, he would take you and run right then and there.

"I-..." you pause as memories of this place replace, the struggles, pain it cause you but you still couldn’t leave..

His eyes widened at your response, a look of surprise and relief washing over his face.You had said yes.

He hadn't expected you to agree so easily, but he thanked whatever God was in charge of fate for that. He squeezed your hands gently in reassurance as a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He wanted to say something, to express his gratitude and happiness at your decision, but his words failed him. So instead he just pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. He held you close, his chin resting gently on top of your head. As you welcomed his embrace you felt his heart beat rapidly, you snuggled against him as you felt his hug tighter.

He held you close against his chest, his arms wrapping around you like a protective barrier. He breathed in your scent, memorizing it as if it was the last time he'd get to be so close to you. He gently nuzzled his face against the top of your head, his chin lightly rubbing against your hair. He was trying to calm his rapidly beating heart, but it refused to slow. It was pounding loudly, like a loud drum in his chest, the sound in his ears almost deafening, his wings surrounded you and him.

He gently pulled away from the embrace just enough to look down at you, his arms still wrapped around you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail as if he was seeing you for the first time. He reached up and gently caressed your cheek, his touch tender and loving.

"I can't believe you're actually coming with me," he breathed out, his voice a mixture of disbelief and relief.

You looked up at you could tell he was happy, releaved...

"Yes..." you whispered softly, His smile grew wider at your response, a warm, gentle expression on his face. He gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing over the contour of your cheekbones, almost as if to make sure this was real and not a dream.

He couldn't believe that you had agreed to leave with him, to start a new life together.

It was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and for the first time in a long time he felt... hopeful.

He gently pulled you closer to him again, enveloping you in his embrace once more.

He buried his face in your hair, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he held you close against him. He breathed deeply, savoring your scent and warmth as he took a moment to just be in this moment with you. Finally, he pulled away again, his hands still gently holding your face as he looked deeply into your eyes.

"We should probably get going. The longer we stay here, the higher the chance someone will find us," he said quietly, his voice a soft, low whisper.

You nodded in agreement,

"W-wait..."

He looked down at you as you spoke, a curious expression on his face. His hands were still resting gently on your cheeks, his touch warm and protective. He tilted his head slightly, silently asking you to continue. You leaned into his lips closely as you stopped your self hoping he's continue waiting for a response in his body to move along, He watched as you leaned closer to him, your face closing in on his own.

His heart skipped a beat as he realized what you were about to do, and for a moment he froze. But then, almost instinctively, he leaned in as well, his lips capturing yours in a soft, tender kiss. He pulled you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you like a vice, holding you tightly against him as he deepened the kiss passionately.

"M-mph!!." Your heart fluttered, you loved hawks... after everything he was still willing to be with you, to protect you, and to treasure you.

You deepened his kiss as you your tongue was eager for more, He felt your tongue seeking entrance, and he happily granted it. His own tongue met yours in a dance that was both familiar and thrilling at the same time. His arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against him as he deepened the kiss even more. He relished the feeling of your body pressed against his, the warmth and the intimacy of the moment filling him with a sense of happiness and contentment that he hadn't known in a long time.

You couldn't breath but it didn't matter to you because all you had was him, He was the first to pull away from the kiss, his heart racing and his breathing ragged. He leaned his head down, pressing his forehead against yours as he gasped for air. He was overwhelmed with emotions. Happiness, anticipation, relief, but most of all, love. He loved you more than anything in the world, and now he was finally getting the chance to be with you, without all the complications and obstacles in their way.

He pulled away just enough to look down at you, his eyes roaming over your face again, taking in every detail.

He smiled gently as he saw your tears of joy and the way your eyelashes fluttered and your tongue stuck out as you panted. He gently wiped away the tears from your cheeks, his hand moving to caress your hair as he spoke.

“f-fuck..” he let out a soft grow as his body betrayed to keep calm..

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of love and tenderness. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment before he pulled away again.

"H-hawks..." you panted as you slightly moaned out his name

He swallowed hard as he heard you moan out his name, the sound of it sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his heart racing in his chest. His body ached to be closer to you, to feel your skin against his once again.

"Yes, my love?" he breathed out, his voice low and gravelly. His lips gently caressed your skin as he moved down to your neck, leaving tiny, soft kisses along the way.

You looked at him eagerly,

"I-just once more k-kiss..." your cheeks fluttered

He smiled at how eager and impatient you were for his touch. He gently took your face in his hands again and looked down at you for a moment, just taking in your flushed cheeks and eager expression. His eyes roamed over your face, savoring the way you looked in this moment.

"You know I can't say no to you," he murmured quietly before leaning in and capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. His lips moved against yours hungrily, his tongue immediately seeking access to your mouth.

As you felt his tongue ask for it to be let it you opened it in a hurry you wanted to feel his touch... as he pulled away he kissed your neck softly hearing your sweet moan as he left marks.

He could feel your eagerness in the way you opened your mouth for him, and it only fueled his own desire. He pulled away from your mouth and moved to your neck, his lips kissing and biting the tender flesh there. He left behind small markings as his mouth moved across your skin, wanting to leave evidence of his touch.

His body ached with need as he listened to the sweet moans and sounds you were making, the sounds music to his ears to hear how much you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

And with that you both made your plan to escape... and love eachother with all eternity.

Everything was set, they had a plan and the only thing left to do was execute it. But for now, they both still clung to each other, savoring the moment before they left.

Hawks held you tightly in his arms, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed you in once more. He couldn't help himself, he never wanted to let go. But he knew that they couldn't stay here much longer, they had to leave.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he whispered into your ear, his voice soft and gentle.

"Yes..." you whispered in his ear softly

He nodded against your neck, his arms tightening around you protectively. He could feel your heart racing in your chest, your breathing still ragged from their passionate kisses earlier. He pulled away slightly, just enough so he could look down at you, a serious expression on his face.

"We'll be fine, I promise. I won't let anything happen to you," he said quietly kissing you once more.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Let's go."

Tomura x reader (smut)

“Messaging.”

New message from -BRAT-

‘Hey’

‘Y/n I'm busy’

He texts back a few minutes later, his annoyance in the short reply was almost palpable. Sheesh.

‘What ya doing?’

Tomura groans reading your next message and rolls his eyes. Did you not understand the concept of him being busy? He was in the middle of something, he didn't have time to chat

‘I told you I'm busy.’

He quickly texts back, his patience was already wearing thin.

'Right haha sorry’

Tomura can't help but scoff at how quickly you gave up-annoyed that you apologized and didn't press further. He was expecting more of a back and forth but not even a minute later you apologized and backed down.

‘Don't be such a pushover’

He texts back with a bit of annoyance, but not necessarily at you, more so he wanted you to put up a fight

He sighs, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor as he glances around the small room. It's a rather boring room-grey walls, grey carpet, and a single bed in the corner. He was staying in a shitty motel for the night since it was already getting late.

He glances at his phone, seeing you hadn't replied yet. He was hoping you'd respond but was starting to think you didn't feel like it. He didn't think he had been too rude earlier...

"Tch..."

He mumbles quietly, scrolling through a shitty phone game to pass time. The more time that passed with you not replying, the more he started to overthink.

Usually you'd keep pushing him, yet for some reason today you hadn't. It was annoying how much you were suddenly acting so passive.

He checks his phone one more time to see if you had answered yet but sighs seeing the last message was still his.

Tomura puts his phone down on the bed, running a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. He felt a small pang in his chest— something akin to guilt or regret. Was he being too rude earlier? He didn't think so but he was used to you being feisty and pushing back...

He rolls over onto his back and glances up at the ceiling, staring at a stain in the corner as thoughts start swirling around in his head. He really was overthinking this.

'Sorry I was taking a shower’

Tomura feels slight relief at finally getting a response from you, but also gets strangely annoyed all of a sudden. He can't understand why you apologizing again irks him this time—he just feels pissed at the fact that you're being so submissive, so obedient. Why weren't you pushing back?

‘Didn't ask’

He texts back quickly with a scoff, his response sarcastic and bitchy

'Bitch.'

Tomura doesn't expect that kind of response. His eyes widen a little in shock and he slowly sits up on the bed. He smirks at your words and laughs quietly to himself — there you were, finally putting up a fight.

‘Good to know you haven't lost your attitude’

He texts back, hoping to get some type of conversation going. It was boring as hell and he was starting to be antsy.

‘Whatever I was trying to be nice but all I see is a pissy boyfriend’

Tomura is a bit taken back at being called "pissy". He was more annoyed and bored if anything, but you were right about the boyfriend part. He was being a bit sour.

‘Shut up. I'm not pissy I'm just busy and your ass kept messaging me even though I told you so. You're the one being a pain in my ass right now.’

He texts back, a tinge of irritation in his words even though he's kinda amused

'Two messages are you dense?'

‘Doesn't matter how many times you texted. I still said I'm busy and told you to knock it off.’

He rolls his eyes, getting a tad more annoyed that you're being a smart ass but not too annoyed to not entertain it. As much as he can't admit it, he did miss your little back-and-forth. It was interesting. Plus having someone to chat with distracted him from the boredom currently taking over his thoughts.

‘Whatever are you still busy? Or are you with your side piece?'

Tomura can practically feel himself getting more irritable by the minute. How little did you trust him? Why would you automatically assume he'd go and see another woman? The fact that it kinda stung that you'd think that pissed him off

‘You know damn well I'm not with a side piece. Besides who in their right mind would even put up with me?’

He texts back, leaning back against the headboard of the crappy motel bed with a huff

‘Unfortunately me.'

‘Shut up. You make it sound like putting up with me is a chore’

He grumbles, not amused at your sarcastic comeback. He wants to say something harsh to you to get you riled up but can't find the words that won't make him sound like a jackass. So he keeps it short and simple, and thankfully his next message from you pops up on his phone before he has time to think too much on what to say next. He looks at your response and huffs, shaking his head as he types back.

'It is babe.'

Tomura can feel himself get more worked up by each text from you. You were really being a sarcastic ass today. He couldn't even deny the fact that you were correct in what you said. It was usually a chore to put up with him and he knew that... but that didn't mean it hurt any less to be reminded of it— by his own partner no less.

‘Shut it. Be nice to me damnit’

'I tried to be and you called me a pushover.'

Tomura's hands clench into fists as he reads the last message. You were right, you did try being nice and he essentially just told you to shove off. He's starting to feel guilty... but of course he can't show that

‘That's 'cause you'd been acting like one by apologizing and backing off so damn quickly’

‘I forgot you like it when I get all bitchy'

Tomura has to bite back a grin at your last message. The fact that you were fully aware of how he liked it when you were snarky and challenging was amusing to him. It was also a slight turn on too...

‘You damn right I do. I like you better when you're biting back.’

'whateverrr. Hurry up and get home.'

Tomura feels a small sense of giddyness at your next message. You wanted him to come home. You missed him? He can feel the corners of his lips tug up into a small, uncharacteristic grin

‘I will. I'm almost done up here then I'll be back. Still can't believe you're being so clingy though.’

'well I miss you and your dick.'

Tomura nearly drops his phone as he reads your message. The grin on his face grows wider into a smirk and he can't help the flush that's creeping across his cheeks. Out of all the responses he was expecting... that wasn't one of them

‘You miss my dick huh? What happened to you being so innocent I gotta remind you to watch your language?’

'Oh please you don't say that when you stuff it down my throat'

Tomura's dick twitches slightly at your last message, immediately imagining you on your knees for him. He groans quietly to himself, quickly typing a response back as his free hand comes up to run through his messy hair.

‘Watch it babe. Keep talking like that and I might never make it back’

He gets a sudden idea, one that he's not sure you'd like but it's worth a try

‘Hold on, gimme a sec. I have and idea’

‘Oh?’

Tomura quickly opens the camera app on his phone, setting it to the front camera

‘I'm gonna send you something but I want you to promise that you won't freak out.’

‘I swear if it's another one of those videos where you torture someone I'm losing it.’

Tomura rolls his eyes, not surprised that you'd think that. He can't help but laugh a little at how wrong you can be sometimes.

Although, in all fairness, he was unpredictable and the videos of him 'messing with' unsuspecting heroes probably didn't help

‘No, I'm not sending you a murder video. I'm not stupid.’

"Good.'

He scoffs, typing his next text

‘You gotta have more faith in me babe’

He holds up his phone so his face is visible, and with his free hand, he reaches under the hem of his shirt, his palm coming to rest just above the waistband of his sweatpants. He smirks into the camera, his eyes locking on the phone as he clicks send. He's anxious to see how you respond to the picture, since the only thing visible in the picture are his face, bare stomach, and his sweatpants that are being tugged down slightly

'Fuck.’

‘That was hot.'

Tomura reads your response and he can't help but smirk, feeling a wave of pride at how you reacted to the picture. He was so damn right to send it and get you worked up. He texts you back within the minute, the smirk still plastered on his face

‘Ya like it?’

As you viewed his picture repeatedly you quickly send him a picture of you in his favorite langire as you set the camera showing off your curved body as you stroke a sexy pose on his bed.

Tomura's eyes widen at the picture that suddenly pops up on his phone. You were in his favorite underwear that he bought for you. You were laying on his side of the bed in a seductive pose and it looks like you've already spread your legs a bit...

“Goddamn...”

He whispers, feeling his sweatpants get tighter as he stares at the picture

He quickly types another message, his breaths a little shorter as he stares at the picture you sent as he takes it in slowly

‘You're trying to kill me aren't you?’

‘You started it, Do you have any idea how much I need you.?'

Tomura feels his chest tighten a bit at your words, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch you himself. His hand that's above the waistband of his sweats dips a little lower, a frustrated huff leaving his lips

‘I'll be back soon. That's a promise’

He sighs and glances away from the phone and back up at the ceiling of the crappy motel. Part of him is tempted to send you another picture but he stops himself, thinking it'll be better if he waited until he got home to get his hands on you himself.

As he tried to dose off he got another notification. You had send him a video of you folding your tits together with one hand as you looked up at the camera with those stupid lustful eyes.

Tomura's dick twitched as he watched, his need growing with every second. He could feel his pre-cum already starting to dampen his boxers as he saw his girlfriend’s naked body. You’re beginning to explore your body, cupping your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples, which stood erect and begging for attention. Tomura imagined it was his mouth working on those nipples, sucking and teasing them with his tongue.

Tomura couldn't take it anymore. He needed release, and he needed it now. He stripped off his clothes, his hands already working on the button of his sweats. As he threw his clothes aside, his cock sprang free, hard and dripping. He grasped it tightly, pumping it slowly as he imagined your mouth wrapping around his length, your lips kissing and sucking the tip.

He closed his eyes, letting the video play in his mind, feeling the warmth of the room and the tight pull of desire in his balls. He imagined you were there, your mouth working its way down his body, tasting every inch of him, your hands teasing his balls, playing with them, squeezing gently as your tongue flicked and teased.

Tomura's breathing quickened as he stroked his dick, faster now, a steady rhythm as the head of his cock glistened with pre-cum. His imagination was on fire, he pictured your mouth taking him deep, your throat working as you took him to the back of their mouth, sucking hard, your eyes looking up at him, full of desire.

Fuck he needed you so badly. He was this close to waiting it out, to not touch himself while he was away from your aching body. But you had to send him the most sexy video.

His hand bucked up and down his needy cock as his thump bullied his pink top just how you would.

“F-fuck-..” his voice rasped lowly as he tried to hold in his moans.

“Need you so badly.. s-shit..” he groaned as you continued his movements his balls becoming sloppy bouncing up and down his movements and his tip dripping with pre-cum.

He tilted his head back from all the lent up frustration as he groaned softly.

“H-haa..” he muffled out as he felt himself come closer to his release. His hands gripped around his cock as he hurried his movements rapidly.

“S-shit shit shit y-y/n..” he groaned and grunted as he felt his cock twitch rapidly while he released. As he continued his movements rising his high his breath rasped and hitched.

His cum oozed out his twitching cock dropping down his hand to his sloppy balls. He quickly picked up his phone snapping a quick picture of the sight sending it straight to you.

‘You’re such a damn brat. You’ll get that when I get back, You want me to get you pregnant huh? You want me to come back home and knock you up. Is that what you want?`

Tomura shigaraki x Gf reader

🌟smut

"A date? Why the hell do we have to go on a date...?" He scratched his neck, you couldn't tell what kind of expression he was looking at you with by the hand that covered his face. You and Tomura had a... complicated relationship. You declared your feelings to him shortly after joining the league and he accepted you. But he was always pretty uninterested in you in certain moments.

"Because we're a couple? Don't you want to spend time together tomara?" You question with a saddening tone. You love tomura but you can tell he didn't enjoy the same things you did at all.

"We spend plenty of damn time together." He said bluntly, scoffing and finally removing his hand from his face so he can look at you. He sat down in a couch and crossed his arms. "What's wrong with just sitting and talking? Why do we have to eat out somewhere?"

"You don't get tired of the same thing over and over again?" You tell him as you followed behind him sitting next to him not too close enough to give him his space.

He shrugged, looking down at his thighs for a moment before shifting his gaze back to you. His eyes trailed over your body and a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips.

"I guess not. You certainly don't get tired of being a pain in my ass though, heh."

You groan in frustration he didn't get you and you didn't get him but that didn't mean you gave up easily,

"Let's go out tomura..." you plea at him

He groaned back in annoyance and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Fine, but only if you shut up. It's always "please this" and "please that" and "let's go here" with you. If you aren't saying some bullshit like that, you're complaining about some other stupid thing!"

His words hurt you it's not like he was wrong but you didn't do it to annoy him you just wanted him to feel the same joy you felt when you did whatever he wanted to do,

"Never mind we can just stay here..." you tell him trying to hide your pain, Of course, he noticed your expression. His eyes watched you closely, picking up on the slightest shift in your mood. He knew what he said hurt you. Hell, he was trying to. But seeing the way your face dropped was something he wasn't expecting. Tomura sighed and leaned back in the couch, looking away from you and rubbing his eyes.

"No... whatever. Fine. We can go out, just stop looking like that." He was trying his best not to sound like he cared.

"A-are you sure?.. I don't want you to be mad at me or anything..." you mumble underneath your breath with slight excitement in your voice, he was really considering going out with you...

A small scoff escaped his lips as he looked back at you, the same smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth again.

"Yeah, whatever, I'm not mad, idiot. I just don't get why you want to go somewhere so bad. Can't we just sit and watch a movie or something?"

"I don't know I just want to make ..." you mumble softly before you could finish your sentence afraid he might say your reasonings are stupid. you fiddle with your fingers trying to not look embarrassed, He raised a brow, looking at you in a confused yet curious manner. He could tell you were holding something back, and he was a bit frustrated that you weren't finishing your sentence. He leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on his thighs as he kept his eyes on you.

"You just want to make what? Spit it out, 'll probably hate it whatever you say anyways."

"M-" your words budging in your throat you couldn't spit it out, but you knew you had to or he'd get irritated.

"M-make memories with you..." you let out,

Well that... was not at all what he was expecting. He expected your answer to be something stupid and annoying, but instead it was... somewhat endearing. For a moment he sat there in silence, looking at you with a blank expression as he processed your answer.

"Memories? You only want to go out so you can make memories with me? That's... stupid."

You knew he's say that and it didn't bother you since you had predicted it, sometimes you wish he's see your point of view on relationships this might be his first but it didn't mean he couldn't try.

"Y-yeah you're right..." you sigh

He raised a brow when you agreed with him. He expected you to argue with him or something, not just give in. It made him want to... not insult you? What the hell was wrong with him? He stared at you for a minute, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Huh? So you agree that it's stupid? Why'd you even say it then? You want to make memories because it's something happy couples do, right?"

You turn in embarrassment you knew he didn't do what other couples did especially "happy" couples.

"I'm not sure..." you respond in a low voice

He rolled his eyes at your mumbled response, a smirk pulling at his lips yet again. He loved getting under your skin. He always found it slightly amusing how you got so easily flustered

"What, can't even look at me when you're answering? Tch, you're so weak, it's pathetic."

He said as he started shifting himself on the couch, slowly moving closer to you.

You turn up to look at him, as if you were a lost puppy trying to find your owner you didn't know what to tell him. Dealing with tomura meant dealing with names but you tried to not let them get to you. He chuckled softly when he saw the expression on your face. He shifted closer to you until he was basically pressed against you, his face now only a few inches from yours. A smirk tugged at his lips as he ran his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him directly.

"Aww, I struck a nerve, huh? You get all shy when l insult you because you know they're all true, right? You're weak and pathetic, but you're always following me around like a dog."

You perk your lips feeling his hot breath below them,He slowly dragged his finger from your chin up to your bottom lip, gently running it across your soft skin. He couldn't help but notice the look you gave him he leaned in even closer, his face just barely hovering over yours.

"Always looking at me with those big round eyes and following me around, trying to get my attention. Like a dog, waiting for its owner to say something to it...”

He chuckled as he heard you let out a soft gasp, watching as your face turned red. It was so fun messing with you, seeing how easily flustered you got over the simplest things. He leaned in a bit closer, his mouth now right next to your ear.

"And now look at you, you're a mess just because I got a few inches closer to you.You're too easy, you know that? I bet I could do anything I wanted to you right now and you'd let me."

He was right you would but you wouldn't admit it not right now atleast not while he was turning you on. It's silly getting turned on just by words.

"I-I'm not..." you let out

He smirked again as soon as you spoke. He knew you were trying to hide your true feelings, trying to act like you weren't desperate for his attention. He leaned back a little so he could look at your face again and see your expression as he spoke.

"Not what? A mess? Easy? You're both, doll. I can see it in the way you're looking at me right now. Your face is so red, it's cute."

You try to control yourself as he moves closer to you causing you to yelp as he caresses you cheek, He smirked at the small yelp you let out, finding it adorable. He loved how sensitive you were, how easy it was to get a reaction out of you. He moved the hand that was on your cheek so it was tangled into your hair, his nails gently scratching your scalp as he spoke.

"I'm barely even touching you and you're trembling. I bet I could just pin you down right here right now and you wouldn't fight back. You're so obedient, just like a good little pet~"

"T-tomura..." you let out a gasp as he pins you down looking at you beneath him feeling his pent up member hard onto your core, He chuckled as he heard the way you whined his name out to him, the way your voice got all needy because of him. Your voice was music to his ears.

"What's wrong, doll? Got no other words to say?"

He said as he leaned down to your ear again, gently biting your earlobe before moving his lips down to your neck.

You repeat his name as he places kisses on your sensitive skin causing you to treble.

You wanted him and he wanted you it was obvious they way his pants tightened around his shaft. The way his hips moved slowly around your core repeatedly...

He groaned against your skin as he felt your body squirmed underneath him. He continued leaving a trail of kisses on your neck, moving his lips down to the crook of it and nibbling on the skin. He let out another groan when he felt you say his name again, and his hips subconsciously started moving more against you.

"You're so easy, it's pathetic."

He said huskily as he let out another groan.

"I-I'm n-not!" You let out as his kisses weakened you. He chuckled, finding your stubbornness both cute and ridiculous. He started leaving smaller kisses along your jawline, getting closer to your mouth.

"Oh yes, you are. You get all whiny and flustered whenever I touch you. You get all shy and quiet when I get close to you. You're a mess right now, and I all I did was pin you down."

He said against your skin before biting gently on your jaw. "I'm not the o-only one !" You exclaim as you look at his thick hard member

He chuckled again when you spoke, before slowly moving up a bit to look down at you.

He smirked at the way you spoke so boldly all of a sudden, his eyes locking onto yours as he continued rubbing himself against you.

"Oh, really? You think you're not the only one acting like this? Then what about me, hm? What makes you think I'm flustered, doll?"

"Your hips... the way you're moving them on me" you let out a soft moan as he continues his motions. He froze as you pointed out the way his hips were moving against you, realizing that you were right and he was losing his cool. He let out a huffed breath, trying to compose himself. He didn't want to show any kind of weakness in front of you. Instead, he leaned down to give you one quick kiss on the lips, like some kind of distraction, before speaking.

"That's... it's just because you're making me like this, doll. You're so pathetic that I can't help but get a little riled up."… "Im going to take you up like the slut you are and screw you untill you come undone" he says with his low raspy voice it turned you on so much. His words were blunt and vulgar, but they had a different effect on you than he would ve expected. They made you shiver, made your face turn redder than it was before, and caused a jolt of something in your lower stomach you hadn't felt before.

He saw the way you reacted to his words and the look on your face, a smirk crept onto his face as his eyes darkened. tomuras words fall from his lips like honey, you couldn’t help but feel something turn on inside you felt empty as if you needed him, needed him badly.

“tomura please.. p-please fuck me..” you cry in despair begging for him asking him to do what you’ve been expecting. He wouldn’t let you have what you wanted easily, you would have to work for it and hard. His lips formed a smirk as he replied

“Fine I’ll fuck you.. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll beg me for more..”

You were relived, you were eager but before you could plea he spoke again.

“But you’ll have to work for it princess.. you have to prove to me how badly you want it ..“ he smirks as he lets you go and sits up undressing his lower half and sitting back down positioning himself with wide legs.

“Suck it.” He commanded.

You did as you were told, But he wanted more. You slowly kiss the tip of his shaft tasting the pre cum leaking from his cock what made it even better were the grunts he let out when you touched his dick.

“f-fuck..” he lets out, he doesn’t know why you have him like this you haven’t even put it inside your mouth and he wants to just forget about your punishment and fuck you but he knows you won’t learn.

You start kissing his tip as you feel the pre cum on your lips the sweet but slightly sour flavor falls on your tongue like heaven.

“My sweet fucking g-girl~” he moans out “You love my cock don’t you?” He chuckles as you bob your head feeling his hard cock inside your mouth as it twitches, he grabs your hair gently but roughly as he pushes your head down even further hitting the back of your throat.

“Mhm!!!” You squeal as you felt his cock deeper inside your mouth tears start to form, your gag reflexes weren’t the best but it was enough to handle his size,

“My pretty girl s-so pretty..” you give a final bob as he finishes inside your mouth filling it with his seed, you felt yourself get wetter and wetter panties soaked.

He commands you to swallow every last drop before he helps you up and shoves you to the couch, his cock rubbing in your throbbing pussy.

“beg for it.” He says in a low raspy voice

Without a doubt you do as he says,

“P-please b-baby please!” “Just fuck m-me!” You beg hoping he’d hurry, hearing you beg turned him on and he sure was gonna fuck the voice out of you. He positions himself in front of your wet entrence causing you to moan causing music to his ears and he slowly enters himself as a way to make you suffer he was going to take his time with you pressuring you and make you wait for what you wanted.

“T-omura!” You whine as you more your hips like a horny dog trying to make him move faster

“Keep trying and I won’t put it in you brat..” shigaraki a husky voice tells you in a serious voice he meant what he said.

You whimper you wanted him inside and when he was it drove you mad he thrusted in and out of your core causing you to moan like a mad woman it felt so good the way his cock cam in and out in and out in repeat pushing against your gummy walls and you tighten with each thrust,

“fuckfuck fuckkk..” you moaned out in repeat your walls were clenching on him hard and he enjoyed ever last one he lived the way your eyes fooled back with tears on them the way your young made its way out panting rapidly as he pushed your lug towards your chest making even more access to your core.

“My pretty little c-cunt…”. He let out with grunts

“Fucking mine..” he smiled at your figure, you felt yourself cumming soon pleading for his seen deep inside you,

“p-please p-please cum inside me!!!” You whined as his final thrusted in you spreading his seed all over your walls

“FUCK!!” He yelled as he panted slowly trying to gain his breath he feel beside you as his eyes were searching for something to cover you with.

He soon found a blanket and got up to get it sitting down as he commanded you to lay on his side while covering both of you as you fell asleep in his chest.

As you felt asleep he looked at your weak figure the way it was fragile… he loved the way you look like a lost puppy in need of a home loved the way you begged and plead underneath him….

Fuck.

He was hard again.

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Tomura Shigaraki Headcannon

🌙headcannon

“Tomura!!”

"I can feel your tiny buldge practically grinding on me!…"

Tomura's cheeks turned red as he heard your blunt statement, clearly caught off guard by your directness. He was not expecting you to be so upfront.

"W-what?"

He sputtered, clearly embarrassed by your observation. He tried to back away, but found himself unable to due to the fact that he still had you pinned against the wall.

"For a villain your pretty small" you snickered softly.

Tomura's face turned even redder as you insulted him, clearly not used to being talked to like that.

"Shut up, I'm average!"

He shot back, clearly offended by your comment. He tried to keep a stoic expression, but it was obvious that your words had struck a nerve.You laughed out loud as you tried to cover your mouth from louder laughs escaping,

"you sure?"

Hitoshi Shinso x reader

“Flavor”

"Is it... blueberry?" Hitoshi muttered, confused with his his half-lidded eyes.

You had bought some flavored chapsticks you pressured him to play the game you had seen in a video with you … to guess the flavour of the balm.

"Wait, mh... cherry? Am I anywhere close?"

"No silly" you chuckled as you applied more chapstick.

"C'mon guess again!"

Hitoshi's lips curled into a small smile at your chuckling, though he still looked deep in thought as he moved a bit closer to you.

"Hmm... I guess I will keep trying until I get it right," he then said, trying to look annoyed yet there was nothing but playfulness in his voice. "Okay then, let's see... mango?"

"Really mango?" Your eyebrow lifted

"I'll give you a hint it's flavored fruit it’s common!"

Hitoshi chuckled quietly as your eyebrow lifted, his indigo eyebrows raising momentarily at the hint. He leaned in even closer to your lips, his eyes now wide open as he studied your lips in intense thinking, as if studying a piece of art.

"Hmm..." He stayed quiet and still for a moment... before finally speaking again.

"Passionfruit?"

"Noo!" You applied more lip balm as he took on your lips a licked them passionately trying to guess again.

Hitoshi closed his eyes as he accepted the kiss, tasting the balm on your lips.As you pulled away once more, he let out a soft chuckle.

"Damn, not even close..." He mumbled as he looked at your lips one more time.

With you putting on more balm, he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, his mind still in deep thought of what the mysterious flavour could be.

Hitoshi couldn't help biting your bottom lip as he kissed you, trying to get a better grasp of the flavour as his tongue moved across your lips with a strong sense of curiosity. With each kiss and each taste, he became more and more frustrated that he couldn't figure it out.

"Damn it, what is it..." He mumbled against your lips, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I swear, it better not be like... green apple."

"Hell no!" you giggled as you covered you mouth. His kisses turned you on but you were enjoying this game so much.

Hitoshi pulled back slowly, looking at you with a slightly annoyed expression, a small pout now on his face.

"Then what is it? I've been tasting it for so long and still nada... I swear you're using some kind of trick. It has to be."

He tried to look irritated though it was obvious he was just frustrated about not being correct about the flavour. He leaned in closer once more, looking at your lips with a smirk.

He tried to look irritated though it was obvious he was just frustrated about not being correct about the flavour. He leaned in closer once more, looking at your lips with a smirk.

"Come on, give me a hint - one hint."

"No! I already gave you one! Do you give up?" You snickered

"Ugh..."

Hitoshi groaned at your words. He gritted his teeth as he leaned back and away from you slightly, knowing that you'll hold this over his head later if he really did admit defeat. But he was too stubborn to give up just like that.

"No, I'm not giving up that easily," he said as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"I will get that flavour, damnit."

"If you say so!" You applied your chapstick one more time. Hitoshi's eyes instantly locked on to your lips when you applied the balm again, a determined look on his face.

He leaned forward slightly, his hand coming up to gently hold your chin so he could keep your face still.

"Okay... last try." He muttered lowly as he looked intently at your lips, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

"Just give me a second to concentrate."

Hitoshi noticed the hitch in your breath and it only fueled him even more. He leaned in again, his finger gently tilting your chin upwards to angle your face before his lips met yours once more. He held the kiss for a few extra seconds, taking his time to taste the lip balm on your lips.

He was clearly trying to memorize the taste and even tried to think back to other times he's tasted it to compare the flavour.

After a few more moments, Hitoshi finally pulled back, keeping his eyes firmly locked on your lips as he tried to get a sense of the flavour. He was silent for a moment, deep in thought before finally speaking up again.

"Damn it, I can't figure it out. It's driving me crazy." He mumbled as his eyes flicked up to yours, a small pout on his lips.

"Just lemme taste it once more."

"It's not free kisses!. it's to guess!" You pounted

Hitoshi let out a deep sigh, knowing that he wouldn't get one more taste unless he got the taste correct.

"Damn it..." He mumbled as he pouted back at you, his eyes narrowing.

"Okay.. one more guess and I swear l'l get it this time."

Hitoshi leaned in again, his hand still on your chin to keep your face still as he once again captured your lips in a kiss.

He tried to focus all his attention on the taste, letting his tongue slide along your lips in an attempt to get a better taste of the lip balm.

His eyes were closed and his mind was working overtime as he tried to guess once again. He could feel his frustration growing by the second, but he knew he couldn't give up now, not after all this time.

After what felt like an eternity, Hitoshi finally pulled back from the kiss, his hand letting go of your chin slowly. He looked up at you with a defeated look in his eyes, silently admitting that he had failed again.

"Damn it... I really am not gonna get it, am I?" He asked, a slight irritation in his voice though it was obvious he was more upset with himself for not being able to guess correctly.

You looked at him with desire as your lips warmed on to his touch

Hitoshi's irritation faded away as soon as he saw the look on your face. He couldn't help but lean closer to you once more, his eyes flickering down to your lips as the desire in him grew.

"I can't believe I'm letting some stupid lip balm stop me," he mumbled, his voice low and hoarse as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek.

"I don't care what the damn flavour is anymore. I just want to taste your lips again..."

Despite his earlier frustration, Hitoshi's mind was now completely focused on you. His touch was gentle as he pulled you closer, his other hand coming up to rest on your hip.

He stared into your eyes for a moment, his own eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in again. This time, his lips were more urgent and needy, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

"S-shin" you let out softly as you felt him let go a strand of silava connected yours and his young as you panted from the action

"Hnnn..."

Hitoshi's head was spinning from the intensity of the kiss, his mind consumed by you and your touch. His breath was ragged as he slowly pulled back, breaking the string of saliva between you two.

He took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at you with a mix of desire and need.

"God... I can't get enough of you," he said hoarsely, his voice strained as his grip on you tightened.

"W-watermelon..." you muttered

Hitoshi's eyes widened slightly as he heard the word "watermelon" come from your lips. He slowly let his hand fall from your cheek as he processed what you said, his brain finally registering your answer.

"Watermelon ..." He repeated quietly, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "So the damn flavour was watermelon the entire damn time?"

You laughed at his response And nodded

Hitoshi let out a deep sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. He had been so focused on trying to figure out the taste of the lip balm that he couldn't even tell it was something as simple as watermelon.

"I can't believe it was that simple the entire time..." He mumbled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I was so convinced it was something other than that. I even thought it was mango at one point."

"Yeah I don't know how you got mango"

Hitoshi chuckled at your words, a sheepish smile appearing on his face.

"I dunno either. I was just really desperate to guess the right flavour. I guess my brain went overboard trying to figure it out."

He moved a little closer to you, his eyes still fixed on your lips.

"But it was a good excuse to keep tasting your lips."

Your lips quivered wanting more of him as you trebled by his words. A bright blush appeared in your face. Hitoshi's eyes darkened as he noticed the effect his words had on you. Seeing you grow flushed and trembled because of him only fueled his desire even more.

He leaned in closer, his hand gently caressing your cheek as he whispered in a low and husky voice. "You know I could taste your lips all day and all night long."

"S-shin..." you trembled as he cupped your cheek

"You look so damn gorgeous when you get all flustered like this," he said in a low voice, his thumb tracing your jaw slowly.

"It makes me want to just lose control and do whatever I want to you…”

Over thinkerShoto todoroki x reader

☁️Fluff

You’re in your room studying for exams listening to music when you hear the doorbell ring. You wonder who it could be, as you walk downstairs and open the door to find your boyfriend Shoto standing with an umbrella in the cold rain. He looks like he's been crying for his eyes are red and puffy and he keeps sniffling, ”Shoto! W-whats wrong?!” You practically yell bringing him inside “ are you o-okay!!?” You panic..He shakes his head not saying a word as you pull him inside, shutting the door behind him and he sets down his umbrella. He continues to sniffle and whimper softly as he stands there dripping water all over the floor….

“Oh shoto…”.. “I’ll be right back” .. you go into your room and grab a towel and a pair of your biggest clothes for him, returning towards him you hand him the clothes and towel “ change when you come out we can talk or if you stay like that you’ll get sick..”, “Okay…” He nods and replies as he grabs the towel and the clothes you give to him. He goes into the bathroom nearby and changes out of his completely soaked clothes that stick to his skin showing his complexion and into your dry ones. He was drowning in your hoodie but the pants seemed to fit him well, they were just a little short. He walks out of the bathroom looking a lot better than he did before but still looking upset.

“What wrong sho?..” you question him, “come on let’s sit on the sofa..” you tell him worryingly.. He nods once again doing as you say and sitting down on the sofa. He looks down at his lap for a few minutes as he wipes away the last of his tears and before finally speaking “…Can I ask you something?” He questions, “Anything sho!” You hold onto his hand, “You promise you won’t be mad?” -He looks at your hand holding his and grips it, squeezing your hand feeling its warmth.

He lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter while looking down “You don’t…have romantic feelings for anyone else besides me right?..”, “W-what?!” “What makes you think that?!” You exclaim shockingly, tightening your grip on his hand He lets out a shaky sigh and bites the inside of his cheek, “…There’s this boy in my class, he’s…well he’s pretty or whatever.. and I heard a few people in my class say that you two talk sometimes. I’m just overthinking it…I’m sorry..” you look at him with a confused look and ask “what do you mean? Sho the only pretty boy in class i have my eyes on is you..” you smile at him , He looks up you and gives you a shaky smile. He feels stupid now for even bringing it up and thinking such things “I didn’t mean to upset you I just…I got scared..I love you a lot and I’d be destroyed if you left me…I know I’m stupid for thinking things so easily it’s just…” he sighs..

“Oh sho.. I’d never leave you babe..” you look at him sadly, it pains your heart knowing he thinks this way… does he think you’d leave him for a “pretty boy” everyone finds attractive hell no that’s for sure.

His heart flutters slightly at your words, he lets out a shaky sigh and grips your hand tighter “Really?..You promise you won’t leave me for the pretty boy from your class?..” you scuffed “sho your the only pretty boy in my class… I don’t know any other boy that you could be talking about..” you giggle at his words, He looks away, realizing how stupid he sounds. He lets out a huff and puts his head in his free hand embarrassed “ I feel like a dumbass now..”

You laugh “ Dont say that babe… you’re the only person I’d ever lay my eyes on your my pretty boy…” you smile looking deep into his eyes, “Honestly sho don’t overthink it pains me knowing you think that way..” you kiss his soft lips .. licking your lips in hunger for more kisses.

He lets out another shaky and relieved sigh as you press your lips to his. His free hand rests on your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap. He breaks the kiss for a moment and buries his head into your neck, nuzzling it against your skin

“I’m really sorry for thinking such things…I love you so much…”.. “You should be knuckle head..” you state while playing with his semi wet hair. shivering as you touch his hair a bit wet from the rain. He gives a slight laugh at you calling him a knucklehead, knowing that he kinda deserves it and then nuzzles his head further into your neck as he speaks “I know, I’m sorry again…it’s just the people in my class keep talking about it…about how you and that boy are always talking and stuff…”.

“It’s just school work plus I didn’t want to tell you this but..” you slowly get closer to his ear and whisper “I show you off to him” you smile and you giggle in his ear. He listens to every word carefully and his cheeks turn a light pink. He takes a moment to process what you said, slightly confused at first “Huh? What do you mean you ‘show me off to him’?”, realizing what you had said but not was too late it had to be said “Oh nothing I just ramble about you a lot telling him how much of a good boyfriend you are sometimes I even get off topic on the project we do …” He can’t help but smile a bit, picturing you rambling about him to the boy as you work on projects together. He lifts his head up from your neck and looks up at you, “You really do that?” He questions “I do..”..” it’s kinda embarrassing now that I say it..” you cover your face He smiles gently at how embarrassed you are admitting it.

He gives you a satisfied smile seeing your beautiful face and moves one hand to cup your cheek. “You’re cuter than you give yourself credit for. You know that right?” You blush bright red “S-Sho!!”.. “Don’t say that” you bury yourself in his neck, He laughs at your actions and lets you bury yourself into his neck to hide your embarrassment. He brings his other hand up and runs his fingers through your hair as he smiles and speaks “Why not? I’m just saying the truth…”

You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. I guess..” you breath heavily You immediately tell he’s enjoying the soft kisses on his neck, even letting out a small and shaky breath when you start biting into some special spots. He takes a moment to speak and when he does his voice is shaky and slightly strained… “Keep doing that and I’m…I’m not responsible for what happens next…”

You start kissing his neck softly bitting and licking into certain spots.. “Mhh.. if you say so..”

You continue on to leave him hickeys moving onto his lips.. He immediately melts into you as your lips move from his neck to his lips. He lets out a small hum of pleasure at the feeling as well as from the hickeys you leave. He closes his eyes and slides his tongue out a bit, gently licking over your lips as if asking for entrance into your mouth,You slowly let him inside your mouth moaning from his flavors mouth inside you… He lets out a noise of satisfaction as he slips his tongue into your mouth, immediately exploring every inch of it as he takes the lead of the kiss. The hand holding your waist suddenly grips onto you tighter as his tongue moves against yours, desperate to taste more of you.

You moan as you deeply kiss him passionately describe for his touch, He continues to dominate the kiss, holding you pressed against him as his other hand moves your hair back and out of your face so he can see you. He lets out another shaky breath as he devours your mouth, wanting this moment to last forever. He breaks the kiss for a moment, only to whisper the words, “I love you so much… ” in a soft and shaky voice before delving back in for another deep kiss…

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