Tomura Drawing : Tongue Out Baby~

Saw this and immediately thought of shigaraki and mc in play nice

HAHAHA, pretty much this last chapter. Pretty much.

Gen Z shigaraki and spiner

i think that, shigaraki is a great representation of some problem of the gen z.. Like it may be just me but even if hikikomori exist for a long time now, its appropriate with our generation. Plus i also can relate to a lot of their issues(hum hum childhood shiggy exept that i didn't kill anyone ;-; )

I also am not the best to explain such a things in english so if soemone get my point please repost as a respond.

I feel like its particulary hard for us, i mean if shigaraki continue his life with his real family i think that it will be a pretty "commun" gen z one from the struggle i had saw in my family and my friend's one when i was a child. I also have the sae tics as him when i'm stress out and a lot of my friend have to. Of course its not everyone but i feel like our generation is kinda fucked up and those vilains had help me go throught a lot as i was like "i'm not alone"

Its kind of a vent post honestly i feel like shit today.

The things is that i think that we needed this. They aren't the best writen vilains even if i love Tomura more then everything but like...i feel like they are somehow having gen z problems. The online addiction and parents issues are more expose now and i feel like, even Dabi somehow have that problem. The parents that want to make you someway and then realise that you'r not "enought" 'cause we'r never enought right ? We'r just phone addict :) we'r just spoiled brat and yea maybe we are but we don't just "creat" that feelings.itsin us that's all.

Sanctuary of Nightmares PT 5

Platonic SB x Child Reader

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A/n: I meant to get this chapter out a little bit sooner but I've been having a really shitty day so I didn't have the time. But I have it out now so enjoy!

Sun was using every bit of his energy to keep the young boy distracted. He didn't let the boy stray out of arms reach in fear that he'd get too loud and gain attention from the others. And he'd been doing a great job too! He had everything going as smoothly as it could.

Until that voice came back...

See, Sun's job after hours was to clean up messes left behind by the kids in his care. It was a line of programming that was constantly there but was ramped up during the night to ensure the play area would be spotless by the time children got here. Usually he managed to keep thr place spotless as the kids played so that overwelming feeling during the nightime hours didn't effect him as much.

During this time he likened a mess to the feeling of dread, at least that's how the workers described it to him. Similar to the kind of feeling a child gets when they've done something incredibly bad. A sinking feeling that he'd get in trouble or that he'd be outright decommissioned if everything wasn't spotless. This, of course, wasn't the case. Though no amount of convincing could change purposefully made programming.

It was while he held the boy in his hands, attempting to place him down, that an echo screamed through his head.

"PUT THAT DOWN! IT'S DANGEROUS"

The scream greatly startled Sun, his mind overtaken by the sound. He dropped the boy before looking around as if he'd find the source of the voice manifested somewhere else. What happened instead was a clumsy fall as he tripped over a stack of toys, knocking them and him down in a loud fall. When he looked up and noticed the mess he felt that dreadful feeling sink in.

"Oh no. Oh no no no no no no NO! I-I've made a mess!" He yelled before quickly throwing himself at the toys, hastily trying to fix them.

The clanging of toys followed by his panicked yell had quickly awoken you. You had learned to be a rather light sleeper, ready to spring up at a moment's notice, just in case you had to run or hide. It was practically second nature at this point.

For a moment you panicked, not recognizing your surroundings. That didn't last long though as you soon recalled the day's events and remembered where you were. What caught your attention next was the lack of any nearby presence. Neither the animatronics you'd previously were here nor was anyone else for that matter. Blinking your tired eyes open, you wearily looked around before your mind fell onto a noise from outside. It sounded like Sun's voice but in your groggy state you couldn't quite make it voice out.

Hoping to see where he'd gone you silently ascended the stairs, not looking to draw any attention to yourself. You made it to the podium you'd seen briefly before. It allowed for a full look around the playroom, though your eyes quickly fell on an unfamiliar presence.

Is that a kid?

You couldn't make out much from here, the distance too great to fully see any features. Though they seemed to be quickly making their way to the security desk, as if on a mission. You couldn't quite focus more on the kid as Sun's voice caught your ear, the familiar sound immediately pulling your attention.

"I-I have glitter glue! Googly eyes?" He inquired in the kids direction as he attempted to quickly make his way over to the child, almost running to them. He didn't make it far though as he tripped over another pile of toys, falling on his face and in doing so losing his faceplate. He quickly grabbed it, shoving it back on before turning around to the toys he just tripped over as he quickly tried to pick them up. He had to keep one hand on his face to keep it in place, his other hand struggling to quickly pick up the mess.

Sun was in an absolute panic.

Everything was piling up. The day's events with you and your painful silence, his loud echos of Moon, his inability to keep himself together in both sense of the phrase, his panic to keep you staying here a secret, these knocked over toys, this little boy who was so incredibly close to the light switch-

All of it, all of it ran through his mind. His systems were nearly overloaded by stress as he desperately tried to get the small boy to listen.

If he was capable of crying right now, he would.

You easily noticed this. You intuitively knew what each small fidget and movement meant. He didn't need a face to show it. It was in the slight shake of his hands, the tightness of his grip, the way in which his body slumped over his objective. You grew a deeply concerned look, the behavior so strange now that you saw it genuinely expressed in another.

You'd seen anger, apathy, and a sweet sugar coat of happiness when in public, but you never saw sadness in others. You'd never known others to feel devastation or concern, you'd never seen panic or fear or pain on anyone else. Those emotions had always been saved for you, a tool often used against you. They were emotions that made you feel useless, broken. As if you were the only one who knew what those emotions were, the only one to know the loneliness of the pain those emotions brought.

Yet you saw it in him. You saw him doing the thing you'd never known others to do. You saw him holding it back, pushing it away, desperately trying to hide it from the world because it already hurts so much that feeling anything else might just make you break-

Suddenly the room went dark. A simple second was all it took.

Sun didn't move from his spot on the floor. His hand instead silently falling from his face, letting the metal piece hit the floor. He didn't bother to fight it, he was too stressed to even think about the consequences anymore.

When Moon slowly clicked back to life he was overtaken by emotion. He'd been able to feel Sun's stress, especially with the still heated circuits in his system. But, more than that, he'd heard every thought through Sun's head. It was always when Sun became stressed that he'd ever heard them, those frantic words that only the two of them understood. It always upset him when Sun was like that. He couldn't stand to see his other half that was usually so bubbly become so defeated.

He didn't have much time to think about that though, no. There was another emotion that flowed through his system.

How dare this little thing come here. How dare it harm Sun, how dare it threaten to harm you! It had no right- no RIGHT to be here! That dangerous little thing! That harmful little creature!

And, for the first time, he felt Sun. Not in the way where he echoed in Sun's mind, no. He feels Sun's anger. His frustration. He couldn't hear him, he couldn't begin to imagine Sun wanted anything to do with him still, but he knew he was there.

Moon's eyes turned red, his vision going with it. His security protocols had been going ever since he'd locked eyes with that creature and he'd be damn sure that it wasn't staying around to harm anyone else.

"Naughty boy, naughty boy" Moon spoke as he slowly stood from the floor. His voice was no longer lulling or comforting but rather terrifying. It sounded almost as if both Sun's and Moon's voices mixed to create a gravel-like high-pitched tone that would send a shiver up anyone's back.

In the sudden darkness of the room you couldn't see much which only made the terrifying sound all the more bone-chilling. Not only that, but the slight clicks of the moving bot along with the faint red glow of his eyes deeply unsettled you.

Sun was...that? Moon was that? They were the same?

Then who was this? This terrifing dark creature that resembled Moon yet felt not at all familiar. His clicks were intentional yet sharp, his eyes showing the bright red of danger. You felt your body freeze, your hands quickly covering you mouth to hide any sound you might make.

It was only moments later that you lost track of the glowing eyes, only for them to lunge towards the child you'd seen earlier. You heard the kid let out a slight scream, one that stopped your heart for a moment. You were only slightly relieved of your newfound panic when a flashlight glared and moved, signifying they were okay.

For the time being at least.

The shine of the flashlight disappeared into the jungle gym, the glowing eyes not far behind. You felt the stop of your heart turn into a frenzy of beats against your chest at what ensued. A chase, one that you had a hard time deciphering the movements of. You couldn't move, you could barely breathe. Panic had fully overtaken your senses leaving you too terrified to think straight. You could only watch in horror as the nightmare unfolded before your eyes.

Were you dreaming? Was this a nightmare? Moon had been so calm, so kind. He'd felt so safe and comforting. And Sun- Sun had felt so carefree! So happy you almost couldn't imagine him upset. Yet those two people were one, and they were what was hunting down a child. A child that could have been you- a child that could still be you! Were you in danger?! Were they going to hurt you?

All of it came to a sudden stop when the bright glare of a flashlight shined towards you. You stared back, unaware that the kid had noticed you for a moment. After a second when the light didn't turn away you two became fully aware of each other, of the situation the other was in. Two scared kids facing down a seemingly homicidal animatronic more than twice the size of either of you. You couldn't see each other well, but you could at least say that they knew you were there.

This moment of recognizing the other didn't last long though as you saw past the flashlight and noticed the red glow that slowly approached the kidm

Nononononononono-

"NO!" You moved your hands to yell, an action that startled the kid enough for him to turn and shine the light on the now frozen animatronic behind him. Without more than a split second of decision making the kid jumped down the slide, quickly removing themselves from the animatronics presence.

But those glowing red eyes didn't follow him.

You saw him turn towards you.

The blood drained from your face, your stomach falling as he locked eyes onto you. There was a moment of absolute silence, neither of you moving.

He had been so close, so close to catching that little creature. But that noise, that piercing, painful noise had stopped him. He hadn't heard that sound before, yet he knew exactly who it belonged to. When his eyes had turned to see you he was met with utter fear. You were recoiled yet frozen in terror, your hands covering your mouth again as you stared at him. You were...

You were terrified of him.

That little kid that had rested so peacefully in his arms, the one that had been so skittish yet curious, had become terrified of what he was.

And to acknowledge, to even think about what that meant hurt him. To think he'd scared you, to think he was the reason you were frozen...

It hurt.

No no no this was all wrong! You- You were supposed to be happy! He wanted to keep you safe, to keep you happy! That's why Sun had done any of this, why he had kept you here. You were hurt a-and they were supposed to fix you! To make you a happy little kid!

But you stared with those terror-filled eyes, fully untrusting of what they had become. Moon felt like he'd failed and he could feel that Sun blamed him for it. You were scared because of him. That's all Moon had ever been good at doing...

It was during these few seconds that these thoughts were held, these moments before everything truly went wrong.

All it took was one small movement. One step from the bot towards you had shattered your frozen state. You bolted off the podium and back into the room before practically throwing yourself down the stairs. You stumbled a moment, catching a railing with your hands and a shock of pain only outweighed by your rushing adrenaline. You heard the click of him landing on the podium, hid movements no longer silent as he chased. You ran towards the door, slamming it open before bolting down the hall.

"Wait! Please, please wait!" You heard their voice call but you felt you knew better than to turn back and face the thing that had been trying to attack the kid from earlier.

The halls were pitch black with not a single light to guide you. Your hands traced the walls as you ran, panicked and hoping to find some way- any way out of here. You heard the metal feet fall in the room behind you before quickly following after. You stumbled in the dark, your sense of direction minimal. Yet, whether by pure luck or past experiences in similar situations, you found a door. You struggled to find a knob to the door when suddenly the lights turned on, revealing the handle to you. Just as you had found the exit you heard a shill scream, one that shattered your ears but only further increased your terror. You quickly pulled the door open, almost certain the bot was going to catch you. Guided by the faint lights of the hall, you ran out the door. You didn't take note on the delay before they gave chase once again.

Bolting as fast as your little body could go you were speedily making your way down the hall. However, the clicks of the metal robot only grew closer, their terrifying sound echoed in words you believed were only used to trick you into stopping. You had been here before, you'd done this before. The moment you were caught there was no escape, you couldn't afford to stop.

Suddenly the bot jumped and landed in front of you, forcing your movement to cease. In fact you had stopped so abruptly that you fell backward. They had attempted to stop your fall but you screamed when they did so causing them to drop you in fear that they'd hurt you. You fell to the ground and immediately scooted away from the animatronic that now hovered over you.

It wasn't the same as before...

Moon and Sun were no longer seperate. There were parts of the metal sunbeams you'd seen on Sun that poked out though not all of them wer there. The hat you'd seen Moon rested on their head as well. One eye glowed with a familiar blue and the other a bright white. Their body seemed as if it had become a mismatched puzzle of the different colors of both sides making it near impossible to tell which one stood in front of you.

All of this together made a horrific animatronic. One that was an amalgamation of the two who had comforted you, a nightmare as a consequence of ever letting your guard down. You eventually scooted into a wall, effectively having cornered yourself. Seeing no other way out you threw your hands over your head, hoping to negate as much harm as possible.

"Don't be [scared] [frightened]. We're here to keep you s-s-s-Safe! Rem-Rem-Remember?" Their voices blended into a horrifying attack on your eardrums. It was similar to earlier in the dark with the other kid, but only slightly more distinguished between the whispers and actual voice. There was also an echo of the words, a fact that drove away all comfort there was left in their voice.

'Please just let it be a dream" you silently begged, your thoughts now only the echo of those words. Just a bad nightmare, a horrible twisting of reality. Anything, anything but real.

What followed was silence. A silence where seconds felt like years and a minute resembled a century. You didn't dare move- speak- breathe. You were so certain you'd be hurt, that you'd be punished for a crime you couldn't conceive. So you waited. You waited for that pain because you believed you couldn't escape it. It was your burden of existing, the weight you carried in hidden scars. There was no escape, there never was.

You always ended up here.

It was after this prolonged bout of silence that you realized there was no longer any movement. You felt your body start to shake, believing to know what came next.

They wanted you to show yourself. They wanted your arms to fall before they layed a hand on you.

You felt your tears freely fall as your hands slowly fell, defeated. Your eyes stayed shut, your ears only catching the sound of your heartbeat. Finally, with what was last of your resistance, you opened your eyes. Your breathing picked up a moment, prepared to feel pain as the robot remained in front of you. However, the fear that coursed through your veins was now clashing with your confusion at the animatronic. Their.arms lay slumped, the glow of their eyes now gone. Slowly you began to breathe again, the sudden danger now silent in front of you. It took an even longer time before you dared to move, your head turning to make sure the animatronic wasn't trying to trick you. After noticing no change you finally decided to move away from them. You crawled out from under the bot, your cuts causing the process to be painful yet bearable. When you did finally make it out from under them you quickly scooted away, afraid that they might pop back to life at any moment. After a few extra seconds you finally believed that the bot wasn't awake anymore.

Had you broken them? You suspected so, though you weren't entirely sure how. You were thankful either way since whatever had happened seemed to stop the them. You then finaly stood, though your injuries made your legs weak which made the process harder.

What were you supposed to do now? You were alone in the silence of the pizza plex, the only animatronic you've met so far now broken. You looked around as if you'd find an answer around you. Instead you saw something familiar. A staff bot, this time with a flashlight and roaming around on its own.

Maybe it could help you?

Even with that thought you didn't move, not as the shock of what just happened was still setting in. Instead, it wheeled closer and closer until, eventually, it stood in front of you. It then admitted a high-pitched beeping sound, one that had greatly startled you. In instinct you immideately backed away from the bot, afraid that the sound meant you were in trouble. You backed away until an almost garage door opened behind you. With the bot still following you, you practically stumbled out of the door, trying to escape the bot.

Unfortunately, you weren't looking where you were going and, in a horrifying clank, your back hit something metal.

Your entire body tensed, your breath caught in your throat. Afterward, you heard the clicks of metal pieces turning, letting you know that you had in fact gone back first into an animatronic. With full apprehension you turned your head to stare up at what you had backed into, soon meeting the eyes of the man- or rather animatronic rockstar himself...

Freddy

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Imposter /// Shigaraki x Fem Reader

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Paring: Imposter Doctor! Shigaraki / Female Nurse Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary:  When you finish your shift at the villain’s hospital all you want to do is leave, but when you discover the new doctor is trapped in the max security ward, you swallow down your fear and go to rescue them. You soon learn no good deed goes unpunished.

Word count: 7k+

Warnings/tags: Forced consent/dubcon! choking, mild asphyxiation, overstimulation, begging, degradation, threat of death, forced orgasms, breast slapping, mind break, mild voyeurism, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults,18+ Only

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“Room ten keeps messing with his heart monitor so that someone has to come in and fix it, so be on the lookout for that. Also, the guard in his room is completely useless so try to keep your distance, just because the patient doesn’t have any arms doesn’t mean he is not going to try something,” you relay to Linda the oncoming morning nurse.

“God it’s too early for this shit,” Linda groaned before taking another large gulp of cafeteria coffee.

You let out a small laugh, “Don’t worry you only have another twelve hours to go.”

Linda still chugging her coffee raises her middle finger high and proud.

“Aw don’t be like that Linda, just think, today you get to meet the new resident. I hear he is fresh out of med school and ready to, wait for it, take charge,” you make air quotes with your fingers.

Linda choked on her coffee. Leaning forward you gently hit her on the back as she coughs out the offending beverage from her windpipe.

“You have got the be fucking with me,” she croaks out after a few coughs. “I thought new grads were not going to be here for at least another week.”

You shake your head still rubbing her back, “I heard that this one interned here so the higher-ups let him skip orientation week. It is weird though; I have never seen him around before. They must not have let him work in critical care. I asked the nurses in the med bay and they said he was cute but a little ditzy so try to take it easy on him.”

Afficher davantage

Guess who fall for another that can kill ypu with just a touch ? Not me haha...ha....

I LOVED your yandere scp 49 headcannons, and I was wondering if you could do a oneshot (or headcannons, whatever you prefer) of him x d-class reader ( fem or gn pronouns)during a security breach? If not, that’s ok, makes just to enjoy your day and remember that your beautiful just the way you are =]

Sure! I had so much writer's block on this, I hope this was fine :)

Cure

Yandere! SCP-049 with D-Class! Darling Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Slight possessive behavior, Mass murder, Zombies, Death, Slight obsession, Vague Yandere behavior, Slight strong language.

Alarms blared everywhere in Site 19. Chaos ensued along with orders being barked at everyone. An SCP was on the loose and you didn't want to stick around too long.

You wanted to leave, this being a chance to change your fate. The bright orange jumpsuit you wore made it obvious of what you were meant to be.

Disposable.

Yet with this SCP on the loose you felt you could change that. You didn't have to be a guinea pig anymore. Perhaps you didn't have to die in vain.

You'd rather die fighting than letting yourself be some pawn in these experiments.

Softly and quietly you paced about the facility. Screams echoed through corridors, you needed to act fast. Stay here any longer and you'd be as good as dead.

What goes on in this facility was enough to break the mind of anyone.

Was that a more preferable fate?

You thought back on the tests you were subjected to here while you made your way through the already bloody building.

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"You are meant to interview me again?"

You're hesitant in front of the plague doctor SCP. Hard to see eyes studied you carefully before jotting down notes.

"Yes... I am meant to ask you questions before being returned to my... cell."

You're ridiculously on edge on front of 049, what you were told the SCP was called.

Its touch could kill so you needed to be careful.

"...I see. You look well, no sense of disease as of currently. Just like usual."

You look down to the jade ring on your hand. That ring was the only thing keeping you alive and well. It seems your higher-ups didn't want you dead quite yet.

"Yeah, thanks for noticing. Now, let's get this over with. I'm sure you also want this done quick?"

The SCP looks you up and down before humming in thought.

"I can see where you're coming from. Although you are someone I enjoy talking to."

You don't think too much on it before taking interview notes after asking questions. The SCP, in return, taking notes of its own.

SCP-049, the plague doctor, was the SCP you were assigned with for interviews. Luckily not being a D-Class they wished to sacrifice yet.

Every meeting you were either given SCP-714, or a special injection to prevent 049 from harming you. You wondered if they didn't kill you yet because the Euclid SCP liked you.

For now you took it as a much better fate than death but you felt like you were walking on eggshells. What if you said something wrong and pissed 049 off?

Then you'd definitely be left for dead.

"Permission to ask you something, (Y/N)?"

You're caught off guard by the sudden question fired back at you. Especially being addressed by your name instead of the number you told it to address you as.

"I guess...?"

"... How's it feel to be caged here?"

You pause, unsure how to answer.

"I'm not dumb. I know what those orange jumpsuits mean. Don't you ever wish to leave?"

"I wish I could ask you the same. How do you feel about being locked up?"

"I came here of my own free will. You, I can tell, have not."

"Well...I-"

There's a crackling from the overhead speaker. 049 watches when you jump in fear and look at it. Utterly helpless, forced to listen to the orders you're given.

"D-Class, the interview will now be terminated. Do not talk about off-topic questions."

Guards soon enter the room and grab you harshly. You sigh before being escorted out. 049 narrows its eyes but never makes any attempt to be hostile.

At least, for now

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SCP-049 wasn't too bad to work with. Which was ironic to say because the speakers were blaring that 049 had breached containment.

Aggressive zombie like corpses wandered the halls, varying in appearance. Some were guards, some even were other D-Class. Others were unlucky scientists.

You wondered what 049's end goal was. But, for now, you had one goal. Making yourself immune to the 'cure' 049 would eventually throw your way.

Unable to have access to the syringes they sometimes gave you, SCP-714 was your best bet. Even if the ring made you sluggish and tired.

"Why must you all resist... I am simply curing you of your illness."

You quietly peak around a corner, keycard in hand. That voice was unmistakably SCP-049. It seemed he had found another victim, rather focused on a screaming scientist.

While looking for the right door to the SCP you were looking for, you wondered if 049 would spare you. You two always talked for interviews. 049 even seemed to like you.

Then again, you were always protected of disease from outside help.

You never realized just how much danger you were truly in without that ring until a zombie spotted you, either

"What are you... Ah? (Y/N). It's been awhile. I will admit I missed you since our last visit."

You stare doe-eyed at the SCP. A small laugh coming from it while it scrawled in a notebook.

"Don't bother running off. You and I both know how fast I am. I really don't want to rush this too much.

049 walks closer to you slowly, observing you.

"049-"

"(Y/N), are you feeling okay? Those guard have such an... infectious touch."

You're shaking, breathing labored. You had no protection against this creature's touch.

"In... all honesty I'm nervous-"

"You're scared of my treatment, aren't you? I will be gentle when curing you. I need to get rid of their mark."

049 caught on fast.

"You could put it like that.... Please, 049, just let me go. We're close, aren't we?"

"Yes. But for that same reason I don't want you to leave just yet."

You back up, keeping out of reach of the SCP's hands.

"What do you want?"

"Would saying 'you' be adequate?"

"Don't get smart with me.... Why me?"

"Well, you're the healthiest of the others in this facility. It would be a shame to lose you to, say, a gunshot. That or another unclean SCP, right? I need to keep you pure."

You narrow your eyes.

"And?"

"Perhaps you're more dense than I thought...."

You're cornered, the SCP glaring you down.

"I only wish to keep you here with me, free from all disease. I will be your cure. Now, submit yourself to me, (Y/N)."

You could barely react when the hand of the creature clasps itself on your shoulder.

"You are one of my best patients. I promise I'll keep you with me in good health. All because I think I found myself adoring you."

With that, you found yourself giving your last breath.

Cured, within the eyes of SCP-049.

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Radio Silence - a Shigaraki x Reader oneshot

For the last year, your best friend has been somebody you've never met. When Tenko suddenly stops answering your messages, you don't know what to do. Canon, reader has self-esteem issues, 2.1k.

You’ve been avoiding your phone for what feels like days, but you know it’s been hours, or less. You hid it under a pile of clean clothes in your closet so you wouldn’t check it every five seconds. You muted all your alert sounds, except one. You gave yourself a long list of other things to do, hoping the tasks would distract you. But your mind always wanders, somehow, and it always wanders right back to what’s not happening. Every day for the last year you’ve been able to count on at least a message or two – and usually more – from a person you’ve never met face to face. And for the last three days, you haven’t heard from him once.

Tenko keeps weird hours. You know that. You know he goes dark for half the day or more at a time, and the one time you asked if he was okay, he went off on you for fifteen messages in a row. At first you thought it was because you’d gotten too familiar, made a conversation struck up in a Discord server into more than it was, but a week of shallow conversation later, you got a way-too-pissed message asking why you never asked how he was doing anymore. Tenko’s the king of mixed signals. You know that, too.

And at the same time, you know from the details he’s shared that he’s as far from okay as it’s possible to be. He’s sick a lot. He gets hurt a lot, and he won’t tell you how. Sometimes the anger pouring out of his messages scares you a little. And sometimes it’s validating, because you’re not okay, either. You’re angry, too. Sometimes the only thing that makes you feel better is knowing that you’re not alone in feeling that way.

You have been alone, though. The last three days, you’ve had nobody to talk to, and you’re angry at him for leaving you in the dark, for not just telling you that he was done with you. If he’d told you that, you could have gotten angry back, and maybe gotten a reason why he didn’t want to talk to you anymore. Instead you’re sitting here wondering what you did. Worrying that something happened to him. And then reminding yourself that nothing needs to happen to someone for them to want you gone. Everybody does, eventually. You aren’t worth sticking around for.

You knew that. You expected it. You just didn’t expect it to hurt this much.

You can’t avoid your phone forever. Eventually you need it for something, so you dig it out, and you switch on all the alert sounds again. You’ve been through this before, and no matter how much it hurts that the person you’re closest to has ghosted you, the world’s not going to stop so you can collapse in a miserable, self-loathing heap. Life keeps moving, even when you don’t want to be part of it. You have enough shame left to prefer walking rather than being dragged along.

The days begin to add up, and you try to force Tenko out of your mind. It’s hard to do, because you used to tell him everything. You stop taking pictures of things, because you know there’s no one to send them to any longer, and every time you open up your messaging app, you see the last message you sent him, hovering like a bad dream at the top of the list. It seemed innocuous when you sent it, but when you look at it now, all you can think about is how stupid it is. No wonder he stopped talking to you. You’re useless.

Your quirk is boring. Most people’s quirks are, but you’re also lazy, so you didn’t try hard enough in school to make up for being useless that way, and you’re not pretty, either – not that it matters, he’s never seen what you look like – so there’s nothing redeemable about you. Maybe he made better friends. You were probably only a placeholder for him. You just wish he’d had the grace to tell you that ahead of time.

A week becomes two weeks. A month. A little more than that, and although other messages have pushed your thread with Tenko out of sight, he’s still on your mind. You haven’t blocked him yet, even though you should. One night after work, you sit down with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass, swearing you’ll drink until you work up the courage. But before you work up the courage to do that, you work up the courage for something else. There was a while where Tenko was sending you voice memos instead of messages, because he’d gotten hurt and he couldn’t type. You’ve heard his voice, but he’s never heard yours. You’re going to make him listen to it. At least once.

You press the voice call button and listen to it ring three times before it abruptly disconnects. Screw him. You call back again, and this time, it rings all the way through and invites you to leave a message. Yeah, you’ll leave a message. Your message to Tenko is “fuck you”.

But when the voicemail starts to record, the words come to a hard stop in your throat. “Hi,” you start. “It’s – um –”

You forget your own name, like a clown. You didn’t think you were that drunk. “It’s me,” you say finally. The call log will show your name. He’ll know who it is. “I haven’t heard from you in, like, a month and a half, and I miss talking to you. I really miss it. And maybe I talked to you too much, or something, and that’s why you left.”

Your throat starts to close. “I know it might not be that you left, but it’s easier for me to think that than to think that something bad happened to you. I don’t want something bad to have happened to you. So it makes more sense that it’s my fault. I wish you had told me what I did, so I could fix it for the next person I talk to. If there’s a next person. I’m running out of lives on this friendship thing. Or whatever this was. Sometimes I thought –”

Sometimes you thought what? Even drunk and teary and pathetic, you can’t get the words out of your mouth. It’s too embarrassing. The only thing worse than wanting something is getting caught doing it, especially something that you should have known better than to think you’d get. “It doesn’t matter,” you say instead, and then you sniffle audibly, because your nose is running. Gross. “Anyway. You’re probably not even going to listen to this when you get it, and that’s fine. I wanted to let you have it about what a dick you are for ghosting me, but I couldn’t even do that. I guess I just – I don’t know. I hope nothing bad happened to you and you’re just done with me. I hope it’s nice, wherever you are.”

That’s a good sentiment to end things on. But of course you have to fuck it up, because you’re you. “I really miss you,” you say, and you know the voicemail recording is going to capture exactly how choked up you are. “I wish you had just told me, Tenko –”

The answering machine cuts off. You’ve been babbling so long that you ran out of tape, and somehow that’s the thing that makes it all too difficult to bear. You burst into big, stupid tears, your face in your hands, and instead of drinking more or lying down or doing anything that makes sense, you put your down on the table next to the vodka and shot glass and cry yourself to sleep, like you’re in high school all over again, learning a lesson you should have learned the first time. You’re never going to be someone’s first choice. You aren’t even worth a real goodbye.

When you wake up again, you’ve cried yourself out, and you’ve got a splitting headache to go with a mouth that tastes like vodka and death. You should also have a crick in your neck from sleeping on your kitchen table, but you’re not on the kitchen table. You’re not on the floor, either, or on your couch. Your head is on a pillow that’s a lot nicer than the pillows on your bed, and there’s a blanket pulled awkwardly over you. The air smells different, too. The mold-flavored air in your apartment is usually enough to send you sprinting to the bathroom when you wake up with a hangover, but this air is clean.

Are you even in your apartment anymore? You sit up slowly and get the answer – nope, absolutely not, because the room you’re in is a bedroom that’s bigger than your entire apartment. It’s probably the nicest room you’ve ever been in, if you’re being totally honest. Did someone kidnap you? Did you die? The latter feels way more plausible to you. You’re not interesting enough to kidnap. But if you’re dead, it feels kind of unfair to have a hangover on top of it.

“Finally,” a familiar voice says, from somewhere nearby. “I thought you were never going to snap out of it.”

You whip around fast enough to make yourself dizzy. The bed you’re sprawled out on is big enough that you could fit another bed between you and the person on the other side of it. The person over there is in a leg cast, with bandaged hands and bandages on his face. You couldn’t recognize his face even if you could see it. But you do recognize his voice. You can’t believe your ears. “Tenko?”

“Yeah,” Tenko says, like any of this is normal. “I was wondering if you were going to call.”

“If I was going to?” you manage.

“Yeah. You ghosted me.” Tenko looks at you. You didn’t have a clear picture in your head of what he looked like, but this definitely wasn’t it – white hair, red eyes, a face completely covered in bandages. “That was kind of shitty.”

“You didn’t answer my message for months,” you protest. “That’s what ghosting is. Not me not calling you after you didn’t message me back.”

“Whatever,” Tenko says. You know it’s him. It’s his voice. But you can’t get over everything else that’s weird about the situation – the way-too-opulent room, the fact that Tenko’s clearly been beat to shit, the fact that you fell asleep at the kitchen table and woke up here. Wherever here is. “If you called earlier I’d have come to get you earlier.”

He was waiting for you to talk to him? You’re tempted to look up ghosting on your phone and make him read the actual dictionary definition, but whoever brought you here left your phone behind. And there’s a bigger question you need answered. “Where am I?”

“This is headquarters.” Tenko shrugs, then winces. Is his arm in a sling, too? “For the League of Villains.”

You cough. “Or maybe it’s not the League anymore. They’re changing the name,” Tenko continues. The League of Villains? “Anyway, it’s a lot nicer than our last place. Makes your apartment look like a hole in the ground.”

“How do you know what my apartment looks like?”

“How do you think I knew where to get you?” Tenko gives you a weird look. “You’re here now. I’ll take you to meet everybody once you’re sober.”

He settles down on his side of the bed, grimacing as he tries to get comfortable. It looks like he’s ready to take a nap. He has to be joking. He just kidnapped you, or had you kidnapped, and he’s with the League of Villains. He thought you were ghosting him the whole time instead of him ghosting you, and instead of explaining anything at all, he’s going to take a nap. The anger you should have expressed on the phone call comes up. “Who are you, Tenko?”

“That’s not my name,” he says. “I couldn’t tell you my real one before. But I guess –”

He reaches over to a nightstand and picks something up, and your heart skips six or seven beats in a row. Not in the good way. The way where you’ve missed a step on the stairs and you’re not sure you can catch yourself before it’s too late. Your online friend settles the hand over his face and glances towards you. “Shigaraki Tomura,” he says, a crooked smile showing through the bandages. “Nice to finally meet you in person.”

He closes his eyes and falls asleep without removing the hand. You’ve spent the last month and a half tearing yourself up over being ghosted. It never occurred to you that there might be worse things. Depending on what happens when Shigaraki Tomura wakes up, this could all too easily be one of them.

NFSW ALPHABET TW: OPINIONS

𝐀 ❥ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄: It's a whole mood switch— pounding into your sweet, tight hole and then resting you against his chest as he whispers how good you felt, "Shhh, you did so good..." He'd whisper sweetly, gently rubbing your hair. Sometimes he just gets on his game, depending if it was a quickie or not, really, but he'd still toss a water for you.

𝐁 ❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓: Tits. Next question? Smothering his face in them, licking them, jerking off and cumming on them, sticking them in between them, no matter the size or gender, you best believe he's gonna be doing something to them (with consent, duh).

𝐂 ❥ 𝐂𝐔𝐌: He's definitely a cum freak, if you/him don't cum, there wasn't sex? Even if someone walks in and you haven't came, he'd keep going until one of you did. If you're a vagina owner, he'd finger you until you came, soaking his fingers in your juices, he'd then lift his hand to his mouth and (there was two fingers used in this "imagine"/pov,) swirl his tongue between his fingers to capture and savor your juices.

𝐃 ❥ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓: He steals your underwear and cums inside them, sometimes he washes them and puts them back in your drawer, sometimes he just puts them back in your drawer, and most of the time, he just keeps them and cums in the same pair over and over until he gets tired of that pair, then that's when he washes them, but usually they're unusable afterwards because of the disgusting cum stains and little crust.

𝐄 ❥ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: You're likely his first lover, happy with mega-virgins? Doesn't matter, he is one. Sure, he likely watches/has watched porn before but stopped when dating you because...he has you, why would he watch people fuck? Even just looking at your pictures satisfy him anyways. The first time you guys fucked, it was...kind of bad. Just because of his experience though, sloppy thrusts, and wasn't pushing it in (deep enough, anyway), and was just staying in one spot, but the second time was amazing— magical, even.

𝐅 ❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Depends if he's bottoming or topping you. If he's bottoming, probably mating press, it's more intimate and less like "I own you." type of shit, when he's bottoming, we bursts out crying when he comes down from his high in any position, so it doesn't matter. If he's topping, however...face down, ass up, deep victory, missionary, doggy style, standing up, sitting, laying down, anywhere and any position.

𝐇 ❥ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑: I'm gonna come out and say it, he's not well-shaven, some of the hair goes to his (very) low stomach, white-ish blue hair with tiny black hairs here and there.

𝐈 ❥ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄: He is rough, bottom or not, usually spitting things out, but while cumming he will repeat "I love you!" over and over in a sorta high-pitched whimper-y voice.

𝐉 ❥ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅: Woukd rather have your pussy lips, asshole jerking him off, he usually humps pillows, the bed or you to masturbate.

𝐊 ❥ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: Multiple, my Shigaraki headcanons post explains all of them. :)

𝐋 ❥ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Anywhere. Bathroom, kitchen, shower, bedroom, living room, Dabi's bedroom, Kurogiri's office, his office, even in Kurogiri's warp gate, in public, private, anywhere.

𝐌 ❥ 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Just you in general. Walk in a room and he might cum in his pants. Rather that's you wearing a 'special clothing item' (ex. miniskirt), your voice, scent or touch, even your taste— he's hard and ready to go.

𝐍 ❥ 𝐍𝐎: The gloves stay on, even if you beg. Gloves or no hands, which means no spanking or groping, so that's just bad for both of you.

𝐎 ❥ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋: He prefers receiving, but will gladly give. He likes specifically receiving oral under the desk, especially during a meeting or game, it makes him feel more loved, then making him more confident, even though he just whimpers and moans involuntarily and sounds ridiculous.

𝐏 ❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄: Fast, bottoming or not. He's slamming into you if he's a top, quickly smashing into your hole and whining in pleasure.

𝐐 ❥ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄: He's not capable of anything but quickies, the end.

𝐑 ❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊: Risk as in almost getting caught? If so, hell yeah, he will risk it. Honestly, he wouldn't care either, he'd probably fuck in front of Kurogiri.

𝐒 ❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀: It kind of depends on his mood, ex. if he's angry, maybe 30 minutes to 2 hours, if he's sad, 30 minutes at most. He could last days if he wanted to.

𝐓 ❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒: Probably a vibrator or two, definitely uses them in public too.

𝐔 ❥ 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑: He's too impatient, he'd lose it after a few teases, and if you're teasing him, he'd probably just cry.

𝐕 ❥ 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄: Makes the most pornographic moans and whimpers, even begs, even if he's on top. Usually he'll spit out little "Please..."'s and "More!" every now and then. Sometimes even rude things like "Dirty little whore" and "Cumslut."

𝐖 ❥ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃: Brags about you to his online gaming friends.

𝐗 ❥ 𝐗-𝐑𝐀𝐘: Tomura is a (huge) 6.5 in/16.51 cm flaccid dick, and when erect, it can range between 7.5 in/19.05cm to 8.0 in/20.32 cm at most.

𝐘 ❥ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: (Yearning as in sex drive.) Exclusively high sex drive, not through the roof, but definitely "up there."

𝐙 ❥ 𝐙𝐳𝐳: Doesn't sleep (often) afterwards, too energetic or it, unless it's during the day, I guess. Like, after staying up for the whole night, fucking when you wake up and then going to bed.

Baby boy, baby <3

@/Mhuyo

just 🤌❤️

Break Time - A Shigaraki x Reader Fanfic

Summary: You're working as a waitress at a bar when Shigaraki comes in, leading to a wild hookup in the bathroom. Smut. 18+. Rough Sex. Any feedback at all would be deeply appreciated!

You didn’t notice when he walked in. Just another young man in a dark hoodie, he could have been anyone. But you noticed when he glanced up at you from his seat toward the back of the bar while you stood next to the table, ready to take his order. You knew who he was the moment your eyes met. You’d seen the pictures on the news, spread across social media, those scars along his lips, those piercing red eyes, the soft silver hair that peeked out from his hood. Sitting at the table, ordering a beer and some nachos, was Shigaraki Tomura, the current most dangerous villain.

You tried to play it cool. You didn’t want him to know you recognized him. It was obvious that he was trying to be discreet, maybe counting on the fact that this bar was basically a hole in the wall in a small rural area, where people mostly kept to themselves and minded their own business. Or maybe it was the fact that pictures of his face, without the creepy hand covering it, had only recently started circulating, so perhaps he thought most people wouldn’t be able to identify him.

Most people probably wouldn’t. But you were different. You’d been fascinated by Shigaraki from the moment he first appeared on the news, even with that hand hiding his face. There was something about him that intrigued you. And then, two weeks ago, pictures of his face started showing up online. When you saw that lovely face, those beautiful eyes, you thought you were looking at an angel. You had to keep reminding yourself that he’s a villain, that he’s killed innocent people. But you just couldn’t get that face out of your mind. Your phone was full of pictures of him, every one you could find online. If it was possible to be in love with someone you’d never met before, then you were in love with Shigaraki Tomura.

And now he was sitting right in front of you, just inches away.

With some effort, you get your racing heart to slow down. You write down his order and tell him you’ll bring it right out. He doesn’t reply so you walk away quickly, not wanting to linger and draw attention to yourself. When you take his beer and nachos to his table, you manage to keep your hands steady as you sit them in front of him. “Here you go,” you say in a cheery voice, trying to act normal. “Can I get anything else for you?”

He glances up at you again, and your breath nearly catches in your throat. Those eyes are so intense in person. You wish you could pull out your phone and take some photos of him, but you know that would be a terrible idea. He holds your gaze for just a moment before saying, “No, that’s all.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard his voice, and you love it. You get goosebumps along your arms. You desperately want to hear it again, so you try to continue this little conversation. “Alright. If you change your mind, let me know.” You smile brightly at him.

He looks away from you and to his plate as he mutters a quiet, “Thanks.”

You walk away, disappointed that you have no reason to talk to him more. You stand by the bar, hoping that he’ll need something and call you over. You find yourself staring at him, watching him eat, watching him hold the glass of beer without letting all four fingers touch it. Of course you know about his quirk. Everyone does. It sounded terrifying on the news, but even that couldn’t stop your fascination with him.

He suddenly looks toward the bar, toward you. The shock of his eyes on you causes you to hesitate before looking away. Did he notice you were staring? Does he know you recognize him? Will he use that terrifying quirk on you to silence you?

If so, then you might as well go for it. You could die tonight, a shy little virgin who never took a risk on anything in her life. Or you could die a woman who actually took a chance.

You grab a few napkins from under the bar and walk over to Shigaraki’s table. His eyes are on you every step of the way, and your heart is beating faster than ever. You drop the napkins on the table and smile at him again. “I thought you could use these. Nachos can get pretty messy.”

He looks mildly surprised, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say that. He picks up a napkin with his thumb and one finger and wipes at his mouth, even though there was nothing on it. You decide to try being a little playful.

“You missed a spot.” A lie.

He wipes his mouth again quickly and looks up at you.

You slide into the seat beside him and take one of the napkins from the table. “Here, let me,” you say, dabbing at the corner of his mouth.

He looks surprised by the gesture, his body seeming to tense up at your touch. Could it be that he’s not accustomed to being touched?

You blush and drop the napkin. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking.”

It’s his turn to stare at you. “Don’t worry about it,” he says as you stand up.

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never. Take the chance. You face him and meet his eyes. “Look, I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, but… I think you’re really hot. I get a break in twenty minutes. Do you wanna hang out?”

His eyes widen slightly. Whatever he expected you to say was clearly not this. You think you catch a hint of a blush on his pale cheeks. He looks away from you and asks, “Are you joking?”

“Not even a little bit,” you answer. “But feel free to turn me down. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I offended you.”

He looks back up at you again, studying your face. You can feel your cheeks burning. Your first time making a move on a guy, and it’s Shigaraki fucking Tomura. A guy who could and probably would murder you in seconds. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until he speaks.

“I’ll think about it.”

You exhale. This is the most nervous you’ve ever been, but there’s a certain excitement, a thrill, to all of this. You leave his table without another word, too embarrassed to say anything else. Back at the bar, you watch the clock tick down the minutes until your break. Shigaraki has long since finished with his beer and food, and should probably have left by now. But he’s still here. Does that mean he’s going to take you up on your offer? And you said ‘hang out’, but what did you even mean by that? Your break only lasts half an hour. What could you possibly do in that amount of time?

Finally, the twenty minutes are up. You slip off your apron and give a meaningful glance at Shigaraki before heading into the restroom. You want to check your makeup and hair before going back out. You want to look your best after all. You stand in front of the mirror above the sink, looking over your reflection. “I can’t believe I did that,” you mutter.

Suddenly the restroom door opens and, in the mirror, you see Shigaraki step in. You whirl around to face him, suddenly very afraid. Has he come in here to kill you? Your heart sinks when he reaches down and locks the door, the sound of the thick metal deafening in the small restroom. You look at him pleadingly.

He steps closer to you, the hood pulled so low that you can barely see his eyes. “So how long is your break?” he asks.

You freeze. Why is he asking that? If he’s going to kill you, what does it matter how long your break is? “Uh, thirty minutes,” you manage to squeak out.

“Then I guess we better hurry,” he replies.

This is it. He’s going to kill you. He’s going to turn you into a pile of dust and blood. He reaches out his hand toward you, and you decide in that moment to not turn away from him. To look into those eyes until your last moment. At least you’ll go out looking at something beautiful.

You wait for his hand to close over your forehead, or your throat, or wherever he decides to strike. But instead, three of his fingers touch your shoulder lightly and pull you closer to him. Before you can sort through your confusion, Shigaraki leans forward and kisses your neck.

Huh? What? Why is Shigaraki Tomura kissing you?

Your mind races. Does he plan to fool around with you before killing you? He didn’t seem like that type of guy, but you don’t really know him at all. You lean back and look at his face, trying to discern something from his expression. It’s blank, as usual.

“This is what you want, right?” he asks, a tiny hint of a smirk on his lips.

That’s when it dawns on you. He assumed that by ‘hanging out’, you meant ‘hook up’. He thought you were asking him for sex. And he accepted! When that realization hits your brain, you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you want him. You want this man, badly. Right now. And judging by his actions, he wants you too. You’ve never done anything even remotely like this. To Shigaraki, this is clearly a random hook up. But to you it’s so much more. He can’t possibly know how much more.

“Yes, this is definitely what I want,” you say, almost breathless.

He kisses you, fast and almost rough, his hands moving over you, carefully not placing all five fingers on your skin. You should be worried about his hands. You should be scared absolutely shitless to have this man’s hands anywhere near you. But all you can focus on is his hungry mouth on yours, the feel of his surprisingly firm body pressing against your chest. Ah well. He’s had this quirk all his life, right? He must know how to avoid using it.

His tucks three fingers from each hand under the hem of your snugly fitting shirt and pulls it up, revealing your rather plain bra. You curse yourself for not wearing something prettier, but who knew something like this would happen? But if he’s disappointed, he doesn’t show any sign of it. In fact he barely seems to notice the bra before using the same maneuver to pull it up, causing your ample breasts to bounce free below it.

You blush crimson. Only one other guy has seen your bare chest, and that was in high school, when your then boyfriend demanded to see your tits or he would break up with you. He saw the goods, then broke up with you a week later anyway. Thankfully, that’s as far as you went with him. Or anyone, for that matter. Instinctively, you look away, fighting the urge to cover yourself with your arms.

Shigaraki just stares. He’s stopped touching you, probably sensing your discomfort. There’s a question in his eyes.

Finally, you speak, deciding to be honest. “I, uh…. I’ve never done this before,” you admit, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

There’s that subtle look of surprise again. He looks away from you for a moment and says in a quiet voice, “Me too.”

What does that mean? He’s never hooked up in a public restroom before? Never hooked up with a random waitress he just met? Or… could it be?

You decide to be more specific. “I’ve never… had sex before.”

Unfortunately, Shigaraki doesn’t elaborate on his earlier comment. He just nods and says, “Ah, okay.”

You almost break out the cliche “please be gentle” comment, but stop yourself. Shigaraki Tomura is not a gentle person. He’s a villain. You knew this all along. But do you even want him to be gentle?

He waits another moment, as if giving you a chance to back out. When you look at him with clear desire in your eyes, he suddenly pushes your back against the cold tile wall beside the sink. He presses his palms into your breasts, not letting even a single finger touch them, while lightly biting the soft skin of your neck.

Your breathing gets quicker, your mouth draping open and your eyes sliding closed. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. You want to pull his hoodie off, to see his bare torso, but he hasn’t made a move to remove any of his clothing and you’re not sure if you should try it. What if he has a lot of scars that he’s not eager to show off?

He slowly crouches down until he’s eye level with your waist. He looks you in the eyes as he unzips your skirt and lets it fall to the floor around your ankles. Then he hooks two fingers into the waistband of your panties and hesitates another moment. If you want him to stop, this is the time. But you don’t want him to stop. You’re embarrassed and terrified but more than anything else, you don’t want him to stop.

You close your eyes as he slips the panties down your hips and to your ankles, then reaches down to pull both skirt and panties away from your feet. Now all that’s left on you is a pair of sandals and your shirt and bra that have been pushed up, leaving you totally exposed. Heat burns your face, and you imagine you’re as red as a tomato. You glance at his face, trying to figure out if he likes what he sees or not, but his expression is as difficult to read as ever.

He stands up and lifts his hoodie a few inches, just enough for him to unbutton his jeans. That small glimpse of his skin around his navel is enough to drive you wild. Then he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.

It’s hard, which gives you a small boost of confidence. He must find your body attractive. It’s also bigger than you expected. You’ve never seen one in person before, but somehow you assumed it would be smaller. You’re struck by the sudden urge to put it in your mouth, but you’ve never done that before and you’re not sure if you’d be any good at it. Would he be turned off if you gave a clumsy blowjob?

What the hell. You’ve come this far.

You drop down to your knees and reach out a shaky hand to gently grasp his cock. You look up at his face, and it’s still unchanged. You’d die to know what he’s thinking right now, but he’s not going to give you a clue. You pull your hair back behind your shoulder and lean in, wrapping your lips around his cock. You hear a sharp intake of breath and glance up. Shigaraki’s expression hasn’t changed much, but his eyes are a little wider, his teeth slightly visible above his bottom lip. You take that as a good sign and begin moving your lips along his length, back and forth, then you extend your tongue and run it over his tip. You remember your best friend from college telling you to treat a man’s dick like you would a popsicle. You hope she knew what she was talking about as you alternate between licking and sucking.

You tilt your head a bit so that you can see Shigaraki’s face. He’s staring at you with something like awe, as if he’s watching a magician perform an amazing trick. You blush but keep going, not wanting him to stop looking at you that way. Several minutes later, he draws his head back and inhales a sudden breath, and cums directly into your mouth. No warning, no asking if it was okay. You’re shocked by the flood of sticky liquid filling your mouth, sliding down your throat. You’re also not certain what you’re supposed to do. Spit it out? Swallow it? You decide to swallow without taking his cock out of your mouth. Your tongue still swirls around him while your throat works to take in every drop of his cum. When you finally pull away, he’s half hard again.

Is it your imagination, or is he breathing harder? His hood has fallen back, revealing a mess of silvery hair. God, he’s gorgeous.

You stand back up, still pinned in close to the wall by his body. He steps even closer, shoving one hand between your legs and making you instantly tense up in fear as you remember his quirk again. But he only uses two fingers to run along your slit, then slips them inside. It only takes a second for him to find your clit, his fingers a little too rough as they rub the tender flesh, scraping his nails across it. You make a little yelping sound and resist the urge to push his hand away, because despite being a little too rough, it feels good.

The pleasure spirals up into you, making you feel weak. Your legs are shaky, and you’re afraid you might collapse. The sensations are so intense that you almost want to get away from his hand, if only for a moment to catch your breath. But your back is against the wall and his fingers are merciless. You’re no stranger to touching yourself, usually while thinking of the very man who is in front of you right now, but doing it yourself is different. You can control the pressure, the speed, the intensity. Having someone else in control of that is scary but thrilling.

Finally, a powerful orgasm washes over you, leaving you shuddering and holding onto his shoulders for support. He withdraws his hand and examines it under the fluorescent lights of the restroom, and you can see the sticky fluid shimmering on his fingers. You wish the lights weren’t so damn bright in here. This is mortifying.

His eyes flick up to meet yours and he gives you the strangest look, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin that bares his teeth. It’s the first time you’ve seen him smile, and you’re not sure if it’s sexy or horrifying. He seems a little different, maybe even a little smug, as if just realizing the effect he has on you.

He’s fully hard again, you notice, just as he lifts you up by your thighs and slams your back against the wall. Before you can even call out in surprise, you feel his entire cock shove itself inside you, all the way in on the first thrust. You gasp and then let out a whimper of pain, tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t know it would hurt this bad. You feel like something is ripping down there, and you feel what you can only assume is blood trickle down, wetting his cock even more than your arousal. He pulls out and thrusts in again, so deep and rough that you think he might break you. You scrunch your eyes shut and wrap your arms around him, burying your wet face in his neck.

He pushes you back to look at your face. “Does it hurt?” he asks, without stopping his violent thrusts.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, “a lot. But… I like it.” And you do. You like it so much that it scares you. You never knew you were into this sort of thing, that you would enjoy being fucked so roughly, even on your first time.

“Good,” he says back with that eerie grin of his, red eyes shining. You don’t know if he means it’s good that it hurts or it’s good that you like it, and you don’t ask.

He continues thrusting, your whole body jolting each time. He’s so deep inside you that feel like the two of you are going to meld into one person. You want to feel every inch of him. He’s still wearing that slasher smile, watching your face, and you can’t imagine what sort of expressions you’re making as you pant and make little cries of pain and pleasure, tears still leaking down your cheeks.

Then, all at once, his gaze turns sharp and the smile disappears. “You know who I am, don’t you?” he asks, never dropping his rhythm of thrusts.

You look at him in shock, a sudden stab of fear in your gut. He knows you recognized him. He knows you could call the police, or the heroes, or even the media. For a moment, you can’t speak.

Shigaraki gives a particularly rough thrust, making your whole body bounce up and slam back into the wall. “Answer,” he says, his voice low.

“Y-yes. I know who you are,” you say.

“And you still wanted to fuck me?” There’s an almost mocking tone to his voice.

You look him in the eyes. “Yes.”

“Why?”

You wince as he continues thrusting. You don’t know if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. “I… I’m a fan…”

“A fan of me?”

“Yes. I… collect pictures of you… on my phone.”

The grin returns to his face. “And what do you do with those pictures?”

Heat flushes your face again. “I… I just look at them.”

His grin is all teeth. His eyes look wild. “Is that all you do with them?”

Your breathing is ragged. You’re close to climaxing, you can feel it. You wrap your arms around him again, and this time he doesn’t push you back. “Ah… I… touch myself… while looking at them…”

You can’t believe you just admitted something so embarrassing. But you’re riding a wave of pleasure and fear and heat and you’re not thinking clearly.

Shigaraki chuckles softly against your ear, and you can’t see his face for his hair. You wonder what sort of expression he’s wearing now. His hands are on your thighs, only the pinky finger of each not touching you. The thought of the danger, of all the scary things he could do to you, pushes you over the edge. You cum, moaning loudly and collapsing against him, hiding your face in his hair. He gives a few more thrusts before he whispers, “Do you want me to pull out or…?”

“No! Don’t pull out!” You practically scream it. You want him to cum inside you. You want to feel it. Consequences be damned. Besides, you’re pretty sure this is a safe day.

Seconds later, you do feel it. You feel every drop shoot inside you. The two of you remain still for a few moments, pressed against the wall. Then, in a surprisingly gentle manner, he eases you down to let your feet touch the floor. Your whole body is trembling as you try to regain your balance while holding onto one of his arms. He steps back a bit to look you up and down.

You look down yourself and see the trickles of blood and cum dripping down your legs and making an obscene puddle on the floor. Shigaraki’s eyes seem to be glowing as he takes the image in. When you feel steady, you let go of his arm and pull your bra and shirt down, then head into the only stall to clean up a little. When you step out, Shigaraki is handing you your panties, his face having returned to his former unreadable expression. You put them on sheepishly, feeling shy all of a sudden.

As he picks up your skirt from the floor, your phone drops out of a pocket and he catches it with his thumb and finger. He reaches you the skirt but keeps the phone. As you step into it and pull it up, you glance over to see that he’s holding the phone up in a very familiar way, and then the sound of the camera.

Did he just take a selfie? With your phone?

He tosses the phone to you and grins again. “Thought you might want a new picture.”

You quickly open the photos app and look at the newest image. Sure enough, there he is, grinning at you from the screen. Your eyes light up as you look back to him. “Thanks!”

He blinks, seemingly caught off guard by your genuine happiness to have a picture of him. He shrugs and looks away. “You’re welcome.”

The two of you head out the door of the restroom, and you notice the clock on the wall. You’re late! You took way too long for your break! You sigh and head toward the bar to get your apron. “Oh man, my boss is gonna kill me.”

Shigaraki glances at the clock too as he heads toward the bar’s exit. Then he looks at you over his shoulder and says, “I’ll drop back in sometime. This place has great nachos.”

He gives a little wave as he disappears through the door, leaving you absolutely stunned. And even though your boss spends ten minutes chewing you out for taking an extra long break, you can’t stop yourself from smiling the rest of the night.