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Tomura Shigaraki x gn/afab reader

Content/Warnings/Etc: Reader is in the League of Villains, swearing, kissing, uh sex happens.

the world is a lot today, and over 72 million people can suck my dick. hope this helps distract someone at least a little bit

Tomura Shigaraki always wanted attention. He wanted the world to see him. He needed everyone to know what he's capable of. But on a personal level, one to one, he's never considered what that would look like. 

That's why he's surprised to find his favorite box of cereal in the kitchen after your recent grocery trip. 

“Do you like this one too?” he asks casually. 

“It's good, but I got it for you. That's the one you like right?”

“Yeah..” he trails off while pouring himself a bowl. Eyes tracking you in his periphery, more suspicious than the situation necessitates. 

Of course you knew what cereal he would want, why wouldn't you? It's the subtly sweet ones that have flavor but aren't overwhelming. And the pieces are small enough for him to open his mouth slightly without re-splitting his cracked lips. He picks the same cereal to eat nearly every day if it’s an option, you think anyone would have noticed that. 

Later that day, you settle down on the couch to play video games and call him over. Grabbing a random controller for yourself, you hand him the one he likes. The one with the grips that stick a little easier for him to hold without using all of his fingers. He can use the others, absolutely. But after an hour or so the way he shakes his hands out tells you his fingers cramp more.

To you, this was obvious. You didn't think anything of it. 

But for him, no one ever notices these things. Surely, this must be a coincidence. Right? 

That evening, it shouldn't come as a surprise to him when you pass in the hallway, observing him once more as you walk back to your room in a towel after showering. 

“Your shirt is inside out,” you inform him.

“Oh,” he mumbles, choosing to correct the issue immediately. 

Of course you notice the way his abs ripple as he slides the fabric over his head. How couldn’t you?

Your eyes linger too long and he catches you staring. Only now does he realize these coincidences aren’t coincidental at all, he has your full attention. And he doesn’t know what to do with that.

The two of you stand nearly still, switching between heavy eye contact and glances at each other’s bodies. Both growing more flustered by the minute. It’s as good of an invitation as you’re going to get: after what feels like too long, you break the tension by stepping towards him. Pulling him tightly into your arms before smashing your lips into his with the force of months of longing. There’s a momentary pause as he adjusts to your touch before he kisses you back. You would feel a little bad being so rough with his already cracked skin, but he makes no attempts to pull away. Your combined spit softening his chapped lips as the kiss deepens.

A creak echoes down the hallway, he yanks you into his room - decaying your towel in the process.

“Fuck,” he exclaims under his breath while staring you up and down. 

You’d ask if he likes what he sees, but his facial expressions and the tent growing in his sweatpants already gave him away. Your lips find his again as you shove him back on his bed, climbing over his lap. Immediately, you yank off his sweatpants and underwear. You’re already naked so it’s only fair.

You notice the way he presses into you. Back arching, hips jumping in response to your touch. His arms pull you close as he grinds you against him. Palms pressed hard into your shoulder blades with his fingers tightly tucked into fists. He increases the friction, sliding your wetness over his length as you get more and more turned on. 

One thing you hadn’t correctly predicted: you’re not the one in control here. You half assumed he’d be a little clueless about sex. That he’d cream in his pants from a light breeze but here he is, completely naked dragging you over him and you’re about to reach an orgasm first. 

“Just like that, I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim, breath staggering while you grip his hair harder.  He groans at the pull, but continues moving his hips into you in an almost calculated way. Shaking legs and pussy fluttering around nothing, you feel yourself release against him.

“What the fuck,” you moan into his neck while catching your breath, “didn’t think you had that in you.” 

“I guess you’ll have to pay more attention,” he grins before rolling you onto the bed. Quickly, he moves to a box on the shelf over his desk, pulling out a smaller box.

“You just keep those around?” you ask, eyeing the condom he’s putting on. Even more surprises.

“Uh, not quite,” he mumbles, paying more attention to the task at hand. “The rest of the league got me these as a joke when you joined, I just never threw them out.”

How did everyone notice your crush but him? It seems like they tried to tell him but he regarded it suspiciously, assuming everyone was just fucking with him. 

Doesn’t matter, you decide, he definitely knows now.

Seeing him, all of him fully, in front of you takes your already jagged breath away. Fully clothed, Tomura is beautiful. This is overwhelming. The light mist of sweat coating his skin makes the glow from his monitor reflect off the curves of his muscles. Every scar and scratch looking like it was perfectly placed, even if you know the extent he goes to to keep most of them covered on a daily basis. You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb lightly over his tender skin while he moves back over you.

“This is okay, right?” he double checks as he presses his tip into you, still dripping from earlier.

“Yeah,” you stare down, watching as he slides further in. 

“Look at me.” 

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Instantly, you bring your gaze up to meet his. Blood red eyes stare back into yours, watching your expression shift as he inches deeper into you. Prior to this, he’d always looked away when your eyes lingered too long. Now, you feel like you could get lost in him. He’s everything you see, feel, and hear. Even the subtle smell of him surrounds you.

The mood shifts as you begin passionately kissing again. Before you know it, he’s pounding into you relentlessly, every thrust buzzing through your body. 

Making the same face as earlier, he knows you’re close. He tries to maintain the pace, but as soon as you’re clenching around him, he's done for. Your orgasms peak simultaneously as he slams you harder into the bed. Legs wrapping around his back, shoving him as deep as he can go. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he groans into your ear before you both become a puddle of bodies on his bed.

A few minutes later, he looks so peaceful. His eyes closed, breathing steady. You’ve never seen him so relaxed.

Quietly, you whisper, “I’ll be right back with some towels and water, stay here.” Taking some of his clothes to replace the towel he dusted earlier, you shuffle out the door. 

Yeah, he thought to himself, he could definitely get used to your attention.

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“are these kids fucking dumb?” tomura leans back and whispers through the metal whistle resting against his lips, “like just get the ball in the net, how hard is that?”

you two sat at the ledge of the dock ankle deep in the lake, lightly kicking the water up a few feet ahead of you. while tomura was hunched forward, with his eyes locked on the game, you were leaning back on the balls of your hands and taking in the sunshine through dark sunglasses. only half of your attention was on the campers swimming back and forth the same 30 meters chasing after the highlighter-yellow ball.

“i don’t know shigs, water polo is-”

your hand flies up to your ear as you’re cut off by the piercing high pitch whistle from between his lips.

“hey!” tomura calls, “elbows to yourself or i’ll eject your ass, sis! don’t think i won’t.”

the competitiveness runs in the family.

“keep everything under the water, guys,” you remind in a gentler tone, “if we can’t see it, it’s legal…ish.”

you blow your own whistle to resume the game before turning and landing a punch on tomura’s shoulder.

“a warning next time, dumbass, you almost blew out my eardrum,” you groan, plugging a knuckle in your ear.

“well someone has to pay attention and ref don’t they? can’t even coach my team either because we’re down two idiots to help run this shit show.”

“the counselors were never this strict with us when we were kids, shigs," you return the attitude, "speaking of the idiots though, where did those two run off to? you saw hawks this morning?"

“clearly you've never had to have kaina as your counselor," he scoffs, "but, you seriously asking me where hawks is on a lake day?” he turns his head back at you and cocks an eyebrow, “as for your boy toy, i have no clue.”

“not my boy toy. don't call him that.” you reach over off the dock and grab a handful of water before throwing it at the back of tomura’s head. “i’m only asking because he wasn’t in the cabin when i woke up.”

"don't overthink it. probably just off plotting to piss his dad off or something." he shakes the water from the hair clinging to the back of his neck, "you know him."

you knew touya was never the one to pass up on a day in the lake. when you were kids, he’d always start the summer off by highlighting the lake days on the calendar. always the first one to jump in. always begging you to sneak out past curfew for a dip- even if it just meant you sitting on the dock with your knees up to your chin watching him go in circles.

there was a specific rush that touya was always chasing- the feeling of being swallowed whole by freezing waters when the surface tension is broken against dry skin. there was nothing as euphoric as the chatter of the world muffled to nothing as water rushed in his ears. 

when did he grow out of this?

despite the beautiful day and itinerary of outside activities, there’s a twinge of anxiety bubbling in your chest that you couldn't shake.

“i think i should go look for him,” you suddenly say, pulling your feet out of the water.

“of course you do,” tomura mutters, “sure, leave me alone to watch over these kids who are all actively trying to drown one another.”

as you open your mouth to return a snarky response, you’re met with screams and cheers from the lake.

both of your eyes snap towards the water to find a commotion hidden behind large splashes of white water coming in from all directions.

“you broke my bracelet, you stupid rabid dog!” ochako shrieks, grabbing a fistfull of katsuki’s hair and pulling his head back under the water.

“you’re not even supposed to be wearing that shit in the game,” katsuki coughs once he resurfaces, grabbing her by the straps of her swimsuit and pushing her under.

“aht! aht!” you stand up, rapidly blowing your whistle, ”take it on land, ladies, no one’s drowning on my watch!”

you and tomura exchange side glances as you two watch the group of kids migrate towards the ledge of the lake where they circle around the two wrestling in the patchy grass.

“i didn’t expect them to listen to me so easily,” you mutter under your breath, “you’re welcome, though. no more kids trying to drown each other while i’m gone.”

“yeah, thanks. now they’re just trying to kill each other,” tomura deadpans, “how long do i let them go at it?”

“uhhhh…until blood is drawn?” you shrug, “they’re old enough to know when to call it quits, right? just let them kill their energy.”

“like a bunch of fucking animals,” he sighs, “if you three aren’t back by sundown and leave me alone to entertain them for the bonfire, i’ll be pissed.” he calls out as you make your way up the steps.

“if we’re not back by sundown, i expect you to grab a gun and go after the bear that got our asses.”

tomura rolls his eyes and sends you off with his middle finger up before turning his attention back to the campers.

a/n: i had sm fun with togachako and bakudeku with this one hehe AND shigs and y/n time <3 sorry no touya in this but our boy is schemingggg...kinda maybe sorta

next part won't take as long to get out :-) lil break was much needed i feel a lot more excitement for this series yay

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historians will call them powerpuff girls

Freak

Girlfriend Undercover

Shinsou x Mindreader Reader

You’d been using the girlfriend cover with Shinsou for so long, it was almost second nature to automatically curl into his side as you approached him. Likewise, he’d naturally let his arm snake around your waist and hold you against him, all without breaking eye contact with the dark hair man he’d been speaking to. To everyone else, you were a perfectly acquainted couple- but in reality he was the man who irritated you senseless and got everything you ever wanted.

“Sorry I’m late, I met a few of your friends from school.” You lie, looking up at Shinsous clearly displeased face. “They’re all a lot nicer than you led on.”

“They’re nice to you because you’re attractive. Now can we do our jobs?” You can’t help but roll your eyes at his impatience, earning a stern glare before he begins eyeing the crowd. “He’s the guy with the green tie, you see em?”

You follow his lead, searching the crowd slowly as his hand removes itself from my waist to hold onto my hand gently. Youd always hated this part of fake dating him, it gave him free rein to pull you around, like a dolly being carried by a young child. A rag doll even.

“Unless we’re directly beside him- I’m not sure my quirk will work.” Your quirk was useful, but man did it have drawbacks. “Plus- how am I going to hide the fact that I’m pointing at him without being caught or interfered with by someone else’s train of thought?”

You’d grown up being told that your quirk was useless, or at least not valuable enough for you to become a hero. While you could read minds, you had to be pointing directly at the person who’s mind you were reading- and if you accidentally read two minds at once, consider your brain fried and your own thoughts jumbled. Not to mention, the longer you read someone’s mind, the quicker you forgot their thoughts.

Which led to the second half of your quirk- sharing someone’s thoughts with someone else. It was convenient, if you forgot what someone had been thinking the person you shared their thoughts with could easily remember. The downfall to this side of your quirk however- was the physical touch you had to share with whom ever you shared thoughts with. A simple touch of skin couldn’t be good enough- no. To share someone else’s thoughts, you had to touch someone directly on a pressure point.

“You like dancing sweetheart?” Shinsou asks, pulling you behind him and toward the man casually. “Slide your hand under my Tux jacket- if I unbutton it you should be able to point at him.”

Sweetheart. You hated that nickname. It made your skin crawl, even as he said it so sweetly.

“I think I’m gonna give my two week notice in tonight.” You huff, it was one thing to be paired with the agency’s golden boy- but to constantly need to be in his personal space while working was entirely exhausting and not worth the pay. “Why can’t we ever just- I don’t know get ice cream or-?”

“Can you shut your mouth?” You gasp as Shinsou lets out an irritated hiss, his hand sliding around you once again to pull you flush against him. “We’re not talking about work, we’re on a date- remember?”

Your eyes roll, knowing he was warning you everyone could hear your rambling- but honestly you didn’t care. You didn’t enjoy being his secret hero partner and frankly, being his fan girlfriend wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either. The situation the agency created for you made it to where you couldn’t even date other people. So who cares if you complain here and there?

“God, let’s just get this over with.” You mumble, sliding your hand across his side slowly, pointing a finger at the man who stood off to the side beside an older woman. He brought his wife here and couldn’t even get off of his phone to speak to her? Men. “You’re guys on his phone, what’s the move here?”

“Go for it, we don’t have time.” You nod, moving your free hand to rest on his shoulder, pressing lighting against the pressure point located on his neck so he can hear the man’s thoughts as well. “Remember our rule.”

“What? Why would I- why would you bring that up now?” You’d agreed we’d never use your quirks on one another when your partnership had first began, but you couldn’t find a reason it would matter now. “I dont think I’d want to know what you’re thinking anyway.”

The two of you sway slowly, blending in to the crowd around you as you listen to the man’s thoughts about how much he hated his job and wished his boss-who he’d been on the phone with- would leave him alone. Shinsous hands on your hips move up to your waist after a few minutes, and your body is pulled flushed against his so he can lean down to whisper quietly without the man hearing him.

“If he’s not off the phone in the next 60 seconds I might say ‘fuck it’, and give up.” He sighs. “He hasn’t said anything about his secret hobby in the last-.”

‘I should just use one of the vials on him.’ The man thinks, still holding the phone to his ear. Finally- something worth reading. ‘It wouldn’t be hard to just slip one out of my office and into his coffee- give all of us a damn break from his con-.’

Shinsous chest heaves as he separates your chests- he’d gotten the information he came for, and you knew that meant he’d now keep his distance. It usually didn’t bother you, but feeling his desperation in putting distance between you suddenly felt-offensive? Yeah, your feelings were a bit hurt.

“What?” You ask quietly, your hand still on his shoulder despite his apparent need to be anywhere near you. “Are we done?”

“Yeah.” He nods, brushing your hand off gently. Usually he’d at least make the end of the mission more natural, walking you off the dance floor or out to your car- never had he shoved you away and left you standing in a sea of strangers. He calls over his shoulder just as you followed him off the dance floor. “Get a ride from Kaminari.”

Why did he brush you off? And why did it bother you so much?

———

Part one of probably 3

-Parchy💖

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Does it ever drive you crazy

just how fast the night changes

Saw a great post on Overhaul here by @x-kiwi-03 and had to add on! Overhaul the quirk is amazing — it can repair everything Tomura destroys; it can heal; it can bring the dead back to life. That alone has to play a role in the MHA endgame. The Overhaul quirk still exists too, much like how Erasure still exists inside Aizawa even if he can’t use it with one eye. Plus there is this:

Meanwhile, Overhaul the person gets underestimated because he’s beaten by Tomura. And he’s a monster to Eri. And he’s a germaphobe. And he’s SUPER angsty about wanting people to call him “Overhaul,” his quirk’s name, and NOT using “Chisaki,” his supposed family name.

And he’s so desperate to impress Boss/Pops, his father figure. It would make sense if his desperation came from Pops “rescuing” Chisaki from AFO. It would explain why he hated the Chisaki family name, and why Overhaul is the one to bring up AFO to Tomura in both of their conversations.

Interestingly, in Ch.312 (which was just animated), Chisaki doesn’t acknowledge AFO; it’s AFO who recognizes Chisaki…and suspiciously doesn’t use EITHER of the names “Chisaki” OR “Overhaul.” It’s a contrast to how AFO treats Toya, directly saying his name and talking about “disposable lighters.” In Tartarus and in front of AFO, Chisaki only says “boss” and no complete sentences.

Overhaul then speaks in complete, varied sentences in 315 & 316, after he’s away from Tartarus and AFO. He CAN say more than just “boss” or “old man,” but he doesn’t when he knows AFO is present. Nagant thinks he just has some screws loose, but it’s entirely possible he’s got some window into AFO. Like maybe AFO made a copy of his quirk and he can feel when it’s nearby. Or maybe there is some kind of fate/wishful thinking thing going on — Izuku was supposed to die at Overhaul’s hands; Overhaul says Nagant wasn’t supposed to lose; Nagant says her meeting Overhaul was fate.

But the biggest “he’ll be back” of all is that, when Izuku offers to fulfill Nagant’s promise and take him to “Boss,” we never hear Overhaul’s answer. We don’t know what side he’s on; and we don’t know where he is, physically.

Horikoshi sketch 06/08 [x]

we'll meet again

don't know where, dont know when

but I know we'll meet again

some sunny day