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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PERV SHIGGY FICS I’M ON THE FLOOR BEGGING i just saw ur post asking if you should write abt it and you SHOULD!!!!! 🙏🏻😞

this is so poorly written im sorry :(( i wanted to post this before i completely forgot about it or lost my ideas so i might edit this later

warnings: ooc, afab & gn reader, nsfw (whos surprised)

tomura has absolutely zero sense of personal space and needs to be within 20 feet of you at all times. he has no shame, constantly touching you—hugging you from behind, hand slipping its way into your underwear, rubbing your clit as he inhales into your neck deeply. he has an almost disturbing obsession with how you smell, jerking off in the shower because he had to use your shampoo after forgetting his or pressing his face into your panties and taking slow, heavy inhales right before eating you out.

hes the kind of guy who sends you pictures and videos right after he finishes, cum dripping from his fingers, smeared into the fabric of the panties he stole from your laundry. theres nothing shy about the clips he sends either—him moaning, jerking off with your prettiest underwear wrapped around his dick, completely lost in how much he craves you. i dont think hed be the type to be overly creepy or disrespect your boundaries because he respects and loves you a ton, but hed totally still glance down your top or up your skirt and pinch your butt when he thinks no ones looking, unable to resist absolutely ogling at you. occasionally, he would have you sitting you beside him in public, fingers casually rubbing your clit through your panties until youre soaked, getting off on the fact that you have to hold it together while hes the only one who knows what hes doing to you.

im gonna rip my hair out

my two weed smoking girlfriends

Hawks feels so bad about liking you. You probably think you are just friends and here he is popping a boner every time you give him a sweet little smile or your hands brush against each other's.

It's so shameful the way he has to excuse himself to use your bathroom while you're hanging out just to relieve the throbbing of his cock. How every time he catches your scent his pupils dilate just a little bit. You're so funny and pretty that it makes him a little nauseous. He gets dizzy whenever you giggle and your touch - as innocent as it might be - makes his mind all hazy. He gets positively drunk off of you and he feels so bad about it when he goes back home.

He'll lie alone in his bed as he pulls up a picture of you and him together on his phone. The sound of his fly unzipping cuts through the silence of the room. The guilt gnaws at him until he starts stroking his cock to you and then he gets so lost in it he can't help but feel ashamed only after he's made a sticky mess of himself.

One day he'll tell you how he feels.

One day

verryyy rough draft i barfed all my ideas into on my notes app at 1am

cw: self harm, semi-graphic self harm, implied (sorta) eating disorder, erasermic adoptive parent agenda sorry, author SUCKS at dialogue

i love shinso so much i need to project onto him and see him suffer

hitoshi noticed a lot of things—the way people moved, the tone of their voices. it wasn’t that he cared; it was just how his mind worked, always observing.

shinso mostly kept to himself, sometimes joining denki and the others at lunch but often choosing not to say much. one afternoon, denki caught him staring down blankly at the table. “you okay, man?” he asked, concern softening his tone.

kirishima handed him a protein bar with a kind smile. shinso’s hands wobbled as he reached out. “yeah,” he muttered, eyes still downcast staring at the texture of the table.

denki’s expression softened. “we’re here if you need anything.”

the rest of his day was weighed down by exhaustion, hitoshi slipped into the student bathroom and locked the door. tucked in the back of his phone case was a brand new unopened razor blade—what he called his “comfort,” a reminder that he still had at least some control. the first cut was shallow and familiar, offering a fleeting sense of release. more cuts followed, and soon blood pooled down his arm, bringing a harsh wave of reality with it. his hands trembled as he grabbed toilet paper to wipe away the blood, hoping it wouldn’t seep through his blazer. he glanced up at his reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the face looking back at him.

the rest of his day was worse. he barely passed a test he even studied for, and during class, he could feel his teacher’s eyes lingering on the bandages peeking out from under his blazer making him feel like all eyes were on him.

“i’m going up to do homework,” hitoshi muttered, dragging himself up the stairs as soon as he got home. “hitoshi,” aizawa said, his voice serious but calm. “we know you’re hurting yourself.” shinso froze, his breath quickening. “what?” he managed, panic bubbling beneath the surface. “we found blades,” aizawa continued, his tone unwavering.

shinso stiffened, anger flaring over panic. “you went through my stuff?”

“your teacher called us, we’re worried about you,” yamada said, tone gentle but resolute.

“so you went through my fucking stuff?” hitoshi shouted, shoving past them and storming into his room. he tore through his things—drawers, under the mattress, behind his pc—nothing.

aizawa stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “they’re gone. you won’t find them.”

“where did you put them?” shinso’s voice cracked with desperation.

“i’m not telling you,” aizawa said firmly. “we’re not letting you hurt yourself.”

“please,” shinso’s voice dropped to a whisper, eyes wide with panic, tears filling his waterline. “i need them.”

aizawa’s expression softened but remained resolute. “this alone should be proof you need help, hitoshi. there are better ways to manage your stress. we’re here to help.”

shinso’s panic surged, and he bolted for his bathroom, locking the door behind him. his hands shook as he reached for the last hidden razor hidden away in his phone case. rolling up his sleeve, he stared at the maze of scars, tears blurring his vision.

“i don’t want help,” hitoshi whispered to no one but himself, sliding down the door with his back, grappling with how everything had come to this.

shinso squeezed his eyes shut breath hitching as he heard the lock on the door clicking, signaling shouta found the key. aizawa stepped into the bathroom and crouched next to shinso, eyes steady as he took the blade and held shinso as he crumbled against him.

blah blah blah conclusion very rough draft i made at 2am to at least get my ideas out,,, not my usual content at all but i felt like i should post this on here too

shoutout to the fic i read 3 years ago that keeps making me think about this

warnings: sfw, terribly ooc, attempted comfort, gn reader, unedited ideas straight from my brain (will edit later perhaps)

touya fumbles awkwardly when trying to comfort you; the soft touches and soothing words others might offer just dont come naturally to him. touya shifted uncomfortably as his fingers twitched on your back, stiff and hesitant, trying to imitate what he thought might calm you down. the silence stretched on as your sniffles turned into sobs filled the space, with touya cursing himself for not being able to find the right words and actions to soothe it.

hi im so sorry for taking a month long break ive been having really shitty mental health lately but i promise ill answer requests soon (pls send more) sorry its taking so long! (＿´△｀)

also also also tomura almost always eats food that you’ve eaten. like you have to eat it first then he’ll eat it. like you have to try it for him except its your own food he will not touch his plate unless you order him too😭😭

he goes “lemme have a bite” the moment your spoon makes contact with your lips, and when you do he nods, grunts. then asks for some more. and when you say no he’ll scoff, does he really have to do everything around here ?

so he grabs his own spoon and starts scooping up your food. “tomu—eat your own !” you scold, popping is hand and he immediately flies back like you’d punched him “what the hell was that for ?!” he grumbles. “eat your own. it’s the exact same as mine” you insist, huffing.

you’re obviously a little stupid cus of course it’s not the same. you ate yours, that’s the difference, and he wants yours. so he’ll get yours. so when you’re looking away he’ll sneakily steal bites of your food. but then he gets annoyed about sneaking around and just starts taking from your plate again, you can only sigh in frustration as he keeps munching away.

twitter in shambles, bakudeku found shot behind a parking lot, ochako STILL a closeted lesbian with a dead ass girlfriend, bakugou rejected, deku straightmaxxing, todoroki listened to the devil and cut his hair, hawks looking like the plucked chicken i have in my fridge, mirio's no.1 but his wig's a FLOP, touya dead for NOTHING, shigaraki's fine ass dead for NOTHING,

ur writing is so cute <33 What piercings do you think touya has other than his nostril and ear piercings??? I feel like with the circumstances he would have so many piercings

touya piercing hcs ʕ๑╹ᴥ╹ʔ

i am a firm believer touya is covered in piercings. i feel like his body rarely rejects them, and even when it does, he just doesnt care??? i can really really think he has hip and collarbone piercings, along with a bunch on his face—like his eyebrows and cheeks—but hes not into how lip piercings feel.

people dont really talk enough about how messed up his nerves probably are and how pain hits differently for him so i imagine when he woke up after sekoto peak, he went through this rebellious phase, rejecting everything he was taught growing up, like the idea that piercings are “unprofessional.”

honestly, i think he only got into piercing himself as an adult because he was too much of a pussy to do anything when he was a teenager and tried to pierce his nose and fainted out with the needle in it lol

touya is good at giving piercings and gave shigaraki snake bites

masterlist

‎⁦‪touyaeater‬⁩ masterlist !!!

ᡣ𐭩 touya ﾉ dabi

‎꒰ touya eating pussy in the kitchen (nsfw, afab but gn reader)

‎꒰ crybaby touya (sfw, gn reader)

‎꒰ comforting touya (sfw, gn reader)

‎꒰ touya & love bites (sfw, gn reader)

‎꒰ touya piercing hcs (sfw)

‎꒰ touya music taste hcs (sfw, reader not really mentioned)

‎꒰ touya (attempting) to comfort you (sfw, gn reader)

‎꒰ touya sends you videos of him jerking off (nsfw, gn reader)

ᶻᶻ tomura ﾉ tenko

‎꒰ horndog tomura (nsfw, gn reader, sub tomura maybe?????)

‎꒰ virgin tomura (nsfw but no smut, gn reader)

‎꒰ perv tomura (nsfw, afab gn reader)

Where have you been lovely?? We miss you

hi hi !!! sorry for being on hiatus for so long ive been in a weird depressive episode and my dog just died about an hour ago so i havent really been feeling up to writing lately but i do have a few almost finished pieces in the drafts so stay tuned (人´∩｀)

sorry for venting holy crap