#dark shigaraki imagines
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Lessons
TW: dark content!!, yandere!shigaraki tomura x female reader, noncon/dubcon, implied kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, begging, anal fingering, piv, tomura is mean, mdni.
wc: 2k
Synopsis: Tomura thinks it’s time you learned an important lesson.
"I got something for you today."
Here he goes again, you think as you watch Shigaraki place a white plastic bag onto his desk. It’s hard to fight the roll of your eyes, but you do. He’s been in a mood lately and you don’t want to push your luck more than you have.
It’s become routine, you and him.
He gets too close, you tell him off. It surprises you that he actually listens and instills some kind of confidence in yourself — in your words. Maybe you have more power over the situation than you thought.
The rustle of the bag catches your attention and you watch as he pulls out a few things. An energy drink, a small box of what looks like bandages and a small bottle of clear liquid.
Your brows raise, interest piqued and you sit up a little straighter to see better.
“What do you—?”
He holds the bottle up and your face scrunches in confusion. His smile is one that sends chills up your spine and you have to will yourself to stop being antsy.
“Lube. It’s for you!” He says like it’s a birthday gift you’ve waited all year for. “You’ve been so… mouthy lately, I’ve decided to give you something to mouth off about. Won’t that be fun?”
The question is rhetorical and you no longer fight your antsy movements. Rushing to your feet and taking a pointed step away from Shigaraki, your eyes narrow, “what are you talking about?” You’ve never had to use lube. He’s just taken what he’s wanted and your body adjusts every time — as much as you hated it.
He places the lube back onto the desk and grabs his energy drink, cracking the can open and taking a sip of the sugary sweet soda. He was calm, patient — eerily so.
After he’s had his fill of the drink, Shigaraki looks to you and nods his head in the direction of the bed. “Get on it.”
Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you held your hands up to the man before you. “Wait, Tomura, we can—!”
“Oh?” He cuts you off, voice lifted and mockingly playful, “I’m Tomura now? But you were so comfortable calling me shigaraki.”
He places his drink can back on the desk and fully turns toward you. “I didn’t stutter. Get on the fucking bed.”
You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you still had to try. Taking a shaky breath, you get onto the bed, sitting down on the edge of it.
“On your hands and knees.”
Your blood ran cold, and you tried once more, searching your brain for any sweet words that could placate him. Desperate to find something, anything he would like to hear from you, “please—“
He’s in front of you before you can blink, large hand grabbing your face and pressing your cheeks together, “I’m done playing these games with you,” you can smell the sugar from the drink on his breath as your breathing picks up, pricks of panic lacing your body.
Shigaraki crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your wet mouth. The taste of sweet energy drink was nauseating but you kissed back in fear of what he would do if he didn’t. You’ve exhausted all options and you knew, deep down that anything more would only make things worse.
He pulls away, a trail of saliva following as he meets your eyes — and god, his smile. He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas and you regret every act of defiance you’ve made against him these past few weeks.
“Cute.” Was the only word he gave before you were being manhandled onto your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air.
“You know,” he muses, pressing his clothed erection to your panties, “I’m starting to think you want this. You want to see me angry so I can put you in your place.”
He backs away to pull your underwear down in one swift movement, making you reach back to attempt to cover yourself. This only irritates him more as he grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back. The angle is as painful as it is uncomfortable.
You hear him shuffling around behind you, no doubt one free hand of his own making things more difficult — and you take small pleasure in that. It’s short lived though as he seems to find what he’s looking for and you brace yourself for the inevitable.
There’s the pop of a cap and then smooth cold liquid dripping down your backside and over your hole that makes you shiver. You feel frozen as the liquid trails lower and lower until it’s past the heat of your cunt.
All it takes is the press of a finger to get you putting up a fight once more. there was no way he was really doing this. He’s never tried this.
“I shouldn’t even prep you, honestly,” he mutters and you wince as one of his digits slowly push past the ring of muscle. “You’ve been so defiant. You really need to learn some manners.”
The tears streaming from your eyes are making the pillow below you damp and cold, but you can only sniff in response. “Tomura, please—“
“Please what?” He sinks the finger deeper and you can’t hold back your yelp of pain.
You shake your head as much as you can, “please stop! It hurts..”
He pulls out suddenly and you think he’s actually going to listen — that he’s actually done torturing you until-
A hand swings down and slaps your ass, making you cry out. He imitates a buzzer sound before gripping the fat of your bottom, “wrong answer!”
You thrash more as panic wells up inside when you feel the prodding of two fingers instead of one against your hole. “You know, this is supposed to be your punishment,” both won’t fit and he resorts to only letting one finger penetrate, his other hand massaging the cheek of your behind. “But I’m afraid you may like this too much.”
He is delusional. Shigaraki is the one that’s having the time of his life watching you suffer and writhe. You try to pull forward and away but the hand that was massaging your ass is now grabbing your hip and holding you in place. Your cry is loud as you feel the pressure of another finger join the first and shigaraki wastes no time pumping the digits in and out of your hole.
You think your crying and begging falls on deaf ears — forcing you to accept the inevitable and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere else but here. You could be dropped off in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a summer heatwave and it would still be miles better than this hellhole.
Just when you’re about to surrender to your fate and stop fighting it, shigaraki speaks again, “Since I’m so kind and understanding, I’ll give you a choice.” it’s like he sensed you were on the verge of checking out. That would just be too easy. “Which hole do you want me in? Hm? Tell me.”
He’s gripping your hip tighter and you know there will be bruises formed but your mind could only focus on this awful option.
You don’t want him in either. The idea of having to tell him which way to violate you only made you nauseous. But you knew that you had to make a choice because it was always worse when he made one for you.
“M-my..” you feel sick, swallowing your shame and squeezing your eyes shut as you continue, “I want you in my.. pussy.”
You could practically hear the smile in Shigaraki's voice, “yeah? Beg for it.”
He wanted to humiliate you, this was the real punishment. To build you up, give you a false sense of security only to break you down even more. He was sick.
But you were sicker because you did exactly as you were told.
“Tomura, please. Please fuck me.” You turned your head, as if you could hide your shame into the pillow below you, “I need you.”
“Atta girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out and you sigh in relief, nerves calming and shoulders relaxing. You almost melt into the sheets until you feel the pressure of shigaraki’s erection against your cunt. The lube is there and making things wetter than usual but the squeeze will still be uncomfortable.
You look back, worry lacing your features, “wait, Tomura—“ but you don’t have a chance to finish, he pushes into you, girth stretching you and making your toes curl in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort.
Shigaraki lets out a sigh of relief, rocking his hips at a steady pace before leaning over you. “Fuck, that’s good.” The hand gripping your hip moves to cup your breast, tweaking the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger.
This was familiar, this was easy. It was not uncharted territory and it was something you could convince yourself was okay. Normal, even.
“Mine, mine, you’re all mine” he babbles into your ear and you don’t turn away, terrified he’ll go back on his words if you do.
His pace is picking up and you find yourself getting lost in the motions. His body rocking against yours as he changes the angle and oh—
He hits the spot inside and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out. It’s sensitive and it makes your back arch with every deep stroke.
“Fuckin’ slut, I knew you’d like this.” He mutters, circling his thumb around your unoccupied hole, the lube making it slide with ease, before pressing into the tightness. The pain is dull and the pressure of being filled so much almost sends you over, dragging a whine from the back of your throat.
The bed shakes from the force of Shigaraki’s thrusts and you feel heat pool in your lower abdomen. You were so close and you hated it. Hated him. But when you felt his warm hand move from your breast, down your stomach until it was splayed out over your cunt — pinkie finger lifted and middle finger brushing your clit with every thrust.
You were beginning to feel dizzy with pleasure and your head fell onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets below to anchor yourself as you got lost in the feelings. It was overwhelming and you couldn’t bite back your cries and Shigaraki’s thrusts became erratic, he was close too.
All it took was one more thrust to sweep you over the edge, eyes rolling back as your thighs shook — orgasm claiming you.
“Oh, fuck.” Shigaraki breathed, stilling as his own waves of pleasure overcame him. You barely registered the pulse of his cock as he came deep inside of you.
You both try to catch your breath, time seeming to still as you panted. Shigaraki was the first to move, you felt him pull out and pause — no doubt watching his cum drip from your cunt — before taking his place next to you on the bed.
The quiet of the room is deafening and your eyelids feel heavy. You’re as still as a mouse, not wanting to stir and risk him starting up again, but his eyes are already closed. You almost think he’s asleep before he speaks again.
“Next time,” he starts, stretching before sitting up, “I won’t be so kind. So you should clean up your nasty attitude.”
You nod, dread weighing down your efforts. There wouldn’t be a next time, if you could help it. Regrettably, you tremble at the thought as you realize this is the exact lesson he was trying to teach you.
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Tw:kidnapping, noncon touching,noncon somnophilia, yandere.
Imagine
Yandere shigaraki x fem reader
Shigaraki with a darling he can touch and not break. I KNOW that I'm not the first one with this idea but I couldn't resist. (I go soft for Shigy)
I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!
At first it was curiosity, why it didn't affect you?
In a way he was relieved, had his quirk worked as usual and his whole cover would have blowed up. But you were still alive, even though he had touch you by mistake while looking for a cream or lip balm for his extreme dry lips. He was shocked and somehow...charmed?
Maybe both, he was hypnotized by your gestures and pleasant tone as you continued to explain the different creams that were available. Your soft voice take him back to reality "what do you think mister? If you want to try one just tell me" you grab a pink cream "what about this one?" You offered.
After that day, you were the only thing in his mind. He was hooked, perhaps even more than that. obsessed was better description. And he researched everything about you: your address, schedule,health ,relationship, and don't forget your hobbies.
Someone could say that he did his homework.
It wasn't long before you were abducted to your new place, the Tomura's room to be exact. Laying unconscious on his bed and secured by a few chains.
You were finally completely his.
Once that happened, curiosity would get the best of him. Touching your bare legs with his hands, all of his fingers stretched. Feeling your warmth as he goes up and down.
It seems as if you can completely negate his quirk. Affecting not only your body but the things in contact with it. He figured out as he places his hand on top of your stomach and your blouse is still in one piece.
His hands traveled to your chest and he softly fondled your breasts over your clothing. "Soft..." he murmured. He wanted more, Something was aching between his legs.
But he decided to travel further up. He climbed on top of you to get a better grip, and without actually strangled you his hands were wrapped around your neck.
And you were still alive, he could feel your pulse. "Ahh" a moan escaped his lips.
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I remember when I was first watching season 5 of My Hero Academia and I remember watching the episodes where they showed atleast pieces of the backstory (if not the full backstory), and all of the backstories I've watched intrigued me. However, in all honesty, Tomura Shigaraki's backstory hits different and has made me realize some similarities between Shigaraki and I, such as itching when stressed. I also have been recently thinking about writing about him recently, as well. I actually never thought I was gonna write a fanfic about him, which I'm not sure why, however I'm definitely looking forward to writing about him right now🧤👁️ So, I hope you enjoy this fanfic with Shigaraki my Tumblr Peeps😁👍
🧤I Just Want The Pain To Go Away👁️ ((Adult) Tomura Shigaraki (aka, Tenko Shimura) x Any Gender Reader)
Genres: Dark Angst (Warning⚠️: Contains Really Dark Parts Of This Fic, Language, Depending on The Reader's Imagination, Murder, Violence, and Blood (and possibly gore)
Your mom was there for you when you needed her, she means well, and she's your friend, however there's the issue, if not some issues. She controlled you on atleast, a couple of your past relationships to the point where two broke up with you, while one of them, you got frightened to the point where you broke up with someone due to fear of abandonment and your mother didn't help, except to only control your decisions and put tons of fears and doubts in your head where you became discouraged from being I relationships period. You vowed to yourself that you will never confide in your mom anymore just to keep her happy, you felt.
However, it all changed one day. You we're all alone in the park sitting all by yourself on a bench when a man with hair colors either greyish blue or white hair (which you were so skittish you couldn't tell the exact hair color), who also looked like he had very chapped skin, including his face, was approaching you, as you're trembling in fear. He was introducing himself as he said, "Hello, it's okay. Don't be scared. I want to be your friend. My name is Tenko Shimura, but call me Tomura Shigaraki, please", then as he held his hand to you as he continued, "Now what's your name, my angel in disguise?". You then felt safe for the first time in a long time due to his presence as you said, "Hi. My name is (Any Gender Reader Name), Mr. Shigaraki sir...". Then you explained about you past relationships and other stuff.
When Shigaraki heard what you said he did got a little angry, however he did apologized for his anger, then he explained, "It just it makes me angry that parents do this to their own children like that! Relationship or not! You don't need to worry, (Any Gender Reader Name), my angel in disguise. I have no intentions on hurting you. I truly feel that your mom is manipulating you, even if she is trying to protect you. If anyone does hurt you, especially your mom, I will decay them to dust. I truly promise, I will makesure no one hurts you again and if they hurt you, I will make damn sure it will be the last time they do! In first sight, I want to take care of you.". You then feel a sense of security with someone for the first time ever, aside from your mom. You then began to realize that Shigaraki is right about your mom. This became a start of a beautiful friendship between you and Shigaraki.
Shigaraki and you did alot together. You're the only person who's not part of the League of Villains that he truly cares about and you basically felt the same way, in a very long time. You're like a precious diamond to him, and as time went by, he became very precious to you as well. While he's the first one to ever treat you like a human being, you treated him like a human being, as well. You started to feel right about being close to him and you even asked him to date you. Ofcourse he told you, yes. You're pretty much the only one he loves in first sight, to be fair.
You never told your mom about Shigaraki, because you knew your mom will smuther you to no end and will want your relationship to be her way only, to the point where your relationship with Shigaraki would be broken up and done for (and it exactly seems like it's exactly how your mom wanted all of your relationships turn out to be, which is the worst part). So, when you do go hangout with and see him, to even get out of your own home, you basically feel like you had to lie to her saying things, such as, "I'm going to the zoo.", "Oh. I'm going for a walk in the woods.", I'm going to go swimming in the river", etc... And when you don't go anywheres, you wait for you mom to leave home and makesure your aware that she will be gone for a few hours before you do invite Shigaraki over to your place. No matter what he has to do, he is always happy to see you, plus he understands how you feel about your mom perfectly well and he hasn't even met her yet.
Shigaraki, even loves you, so much, he even made you some homemade romantic cards for you. You also loved him, so much, you appreciated the cards he got for him, and you always have a special spot where you hide the romantic cards he made for you. Everything he did for you, everytime he got to see you, everytime you got to see him, you name it. All of the memories with him made you feel alive and special and he feels the same way about his memories with you.
On how he learned to use a cellphone, you definitely taught him how to use a cellphone, obviously. You taught him everything you know and all because of you, he has also learned patience with using a cellphone and how to use it. Just, as much as you appreciate everything he does for you, he appreciates everything you do for him, as well.
One night after you got home from one of you date days with Shigaraki, you went to your room to look for all of the homemade romantic cards he made for you, so you can still feel like home, since anything pertaining him or made by him keeps you calm, happy, and sane. When you go look in your special spot, you noticed and became shocked that all of the homemade romantic cards he made for you are not in there. Then you heard an angry voice shouted , "Is there something you're looking for?!", then when you turn yourself around, it was your mom who said this as she was entering your room homemade the remaining homemade romantic card and the most special homade romantic card.
With an angry and smug look on your mom's face, she then stated, "I knew you have been lying to me all along and I warned you that, if I find out you're dating and/or seeing someone behind my back and/or you date someone I approve of, there's going to be hell to pay, young lady!". You started to tremble in fear, however you shouted at your mom saying,"Mom! I'm over twenty one years of age! Stop smuthering me!". Your mom then rolled her eyes then replied, "I don't care about if you're an adult now or not, (Any Gender Reader Name)! You're my child and you're born as, (Reader's Imagination of what ((s)he/they) is born with and/or born as) and you're my child!".
You got upset as you said, "That shouldn't matter. You can't run my life forever, just because I'm your (Reader's Imagination of what ((s)he/they) is born with and/or born as)! Just stop it, please!". You mom then got more angry as she yelled, "Oh, yes, I can, young lady, because this is my fucken, house, and your my fucken, "I don't fucken care how you feel, unless it's something I want to fucken, hear!". You're feeling very stressed and afraid right now, as you knew you had to something, however you're unsure what decision to make yet.
Your mom then took a pillow from the living as she said, "And if you don't do exactly as i fucken tell you and also break up with this man you're with, then I will have to physically smuther you!". Then as you're cellphone rang, your mom grabbed your cellphone knowing it was Shigaraki trying to call you, then she smashed into pieces! You started sobbing as your mom went, now where were we, young lady?!"
Now it's up to the reader to read an ending based on their decision...
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Run into the kitchen (Ending A)
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Hide in your room & lock the door (Ending B)
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Ending A...
You then, decided to run in the kitchen, as you're hoping to escape. Unfortunately your mom managed to catch up to you, hitting your head with the living room pillow, so hard you landed on top of a countertop where the silverware is. You mom then said, "You're the one who wanted it this way! If you're gonna refuse to break up with this guy, whoever he is, and stop seeing him, like I told you to! So, you're paying for it now! After I finish smuthering some sense into you, I will use you as bait, then kill whoever he is next!".
Your mother then ran over to the countertop where you landed, the proceeded to use the pillow, to start smuthering you. As she was smuthering you to no end, you could hardly breathe and you knew you had to do something, before she makes you pass out, if not completely kill you. You then grabbed a piece of silverware, you weren't sure what silverware you grabbed at the time, then you hit your mom with it to get her to stop smuthering you, then after she stopped doing so, you noticed she was holding the shoulder you cut her with, then you noticed you were holding the knife.
You knew you were grabbing something. It's just you were shocked it was the knife. Your mom then sobbed as she pleaded, "Please! Don't kill me, (Any Gender Reader Name)! I promise I won't do anything like that again! I only wanted to protect you! Please, let me live?!". You knew she wanted to protect you and you felt sad to make her plead like she did.
You then got thinking deep down, that you don't believe that your mom "won't do anything like that again", because of her anger towards you, everything she said, how she said her words, everything.... You just want all the pain to go away. You knew you had to kill her.
As you're planning to stab your mom, your mom then realizes what your planning, then she continued pleading "What are you doing? Don't you dare! Please?! I'm begging you! Don't do it! Don't you believe me, (Any Gender Reader)?! Nnnooo, nnoo, no, no, no!". You ignored your mom's pleading, as proceed to stab her non-stop. No matter how much your mom pleaded, it didn't change anything that happened before her pleads. You just wanted all your stress to go away, as all you could think of is killing your mom is the only way, all of your stress and misery will end.
You then proceeded to stab your mom, ignoring every plead, every cry, every scream, and anything else that comes out of you, as you continued to stab her, until you know for sure your mom doesn't make any movement, nor sound, nor a pulse beat, nor her heart would beat anymore. All you could think of was your stress. Once your mom was completely killed, you stress was gone and the stabbing stopped, as well.
"I'm sorry, mom. It had to be done. I had to kill you. I'm sure, if I would have letted you live, you would have kept making my life a living hell. I'm tired of living in fear, especially living in fear of every little thing you could do to run my life to hell, especially if I was to die while you're alive. It needed to be done.", you explained. Then you heard a door open. You held the knife, as you're worried someone was coming in to either get revenge on you, or turn you in for jail time, because you killed your mom.
Then you heard a voice say, "It's okay, my angel in disguise. It's only me. Now I see why you haven't answered my call nor called me back.", as it turned out to be non other than, Tomura Shigaraki. He then glanced at your mom, who you killed. He then said, "There's something I need to say about what you did to your mother.". All you could do was stare, at that point. "You see, (Any Gender Reader).", He started to explain, then he continued, "I'm.... Proud... Of... You...", as he started having his evil smile on his face. You felt even more relieved when he told you that.
Shigaraki then carried you away from where you were living in. He knew you felt safer living with him and the other members of the League of Villains, the you would with the mom you killed. And the best part is, you felt you belong with the League of Villains and they treated you very well.
Go to the cursive, "The End"...
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Ending B...
As your mom agrilly went after you with the living room pillow, you ran into your room. By the time your mom got to the room, you slammed the door, then quickly locked the door. You're trying to find a way to escape the house, however the more your mom shouted, screamed, and pounding at the door, the harder it was for you to think properly on how to escape. As your mom's pounding on the door, shouts, and screams escalated, you began to shake more and more, including in your hands (especially, in your fingers).
The more you shake, the closer you are to sobbing. You're so frighted of your mom that escaping was all you could think of. Then you heard the someone breaking in the window. You backed away from the window, because you're afraid there was someone who is in it with your mom to stop you from escaping. Then after the window was busted where someone could get into your room, you then noticed a familiar face.
"I knew something was wrong, when you weren't answering my call!", a familiar voice said, as it turned out to be, non other than Tomura Shigaraki. Pounding on the door, screaming, and shouting, escalated as she yelled loudly, "I better not be fucken, hearing the fucken, window breaking! And I better not been hearing another vioce! I will kill the both of you when I get in the room, because this is my fucken house!". Then you ended up shaking as you started sobbing, next you went to Shigaraki to hug him.
Shigaraki then proceeded to hug you back, then pet you as he was comforting you, then he whispered to you, "It's okay, my angel in disguise. It will be all over soon. Unlock, then the door, because your mother needs to learn manners and to learn what happens if she messes with me. Enough as it is she messed with you and it pisses me off. Let her in.". You did what he requested you to do, then she stormed into the room. "Thank you for letting me in! I just wished, you fucken let me in sooner! After all, it's my fucken house!"
Shigaraki then politely told your mom, "Well, I requested her nicely to unlock, then open the door for you, because I would like to meet you (Any Gender Reader Name)'s mother," as he was trying to be nice to your mom, while holding out his hand out to shake your hand. You mom then said on a rude tone, "Well, I don't want to meet you! No one is good enough to date my daughter and I mean no one! So can take your hand shake and shove it, because this is my fucken, house! (Any Gender Reader Name) is my fucken, (Reader's Imagination of what ((s)he/they) is born with and/or born as), child! I will fucken, run (his/her/their), as I fucken see fit! So I don't give a flying, fuck about how ((s)he/they) feel, unless it's something I want to fucken hear!", the she slapped him right in the face. The only thing that slap did to Shigaraki, was piss him right off.
Tomura Shigaraki, then took both of his gloves off, as he said, "How dare you slap me! I tried being nice and polite to you and this is what you do?! Slap me in the face?! And you dare talk about your own daughter like that?! Shame on you?!". "I can fucken, do whatever I fucken, want, because this is my fucken house and this is my fucken child!!!". Frequent cursing like that and the whole "This is my fucken" sayings, including the "This is my fucken, house" sayings are making things worse and pisses him off even more, so he had enough, of your mom already.
Shigaraki, then went to use his decay on your mom, as he put one of his hands on her. Then as the decaying process on your mom escalates gradually, he said, "It's nice to want to protect your child and all, however just because ((s)he/they) is your doesn't mean you own (him/her/them). I don't mean, (Any Gender Reader Name) is suppose to do everything ((s)he/they), however you're not your child's dictator with (his/her/their) whole life! And after I tried to be nice to you, you slapped me in the face! This is what you get for messing with the both of us! Not just me! Not just, (Any Gender Reader Name)! Both of Us! And I'm just the wrong guy for you to mess with! You should have been nicer about things, instead.". Your mom then knew she was gonna die, as the decaying kept escalating gradually. She eventually was decayed to dust.
"I'm sorry, you had to see me decay your Mom like that, my angel in disguise. I'm worried she's dragging you to hell, the way she has been doing so. I had to do so, to ensure I keep my promise that if anyone does hurt you, I will decay them to dust and to makesure no one hurts you again and if they were to do so, I will make damn sure it will be the last time they do, and that includes your mother. And her slapping me in that face as she got rude with me, after I was trying to be polite, then keeps using her sayings on top of that, has pissed me right off, even worse. I do hope you will forgive me, for decaying her like that.", he explained as he was apologizing to you. You then replied, "It's okay, my love. There's nothing to forgive.". He became surprised and confused with what you meant by what you said, then you lifted your head with an evil smile, "With her gone now, my stress and misery is over now.". He then knew what you meant, as he is surprised you felt better about yourself after he decayed your mom, as he did. He's also surprised that your reaction to her death was much better than you could ever imagine.
At that moment Shigaraki grabbed your hand, then the both of you ran away from where you were living in. You finally felt freedom from this moment on. He introduced you to the other members of the League of Villains and you knew you'd be one of them. You just knew, your life would be much better with all them, including your love, Shigaraki, than you ever did with your mom.
Go to the cursive, "The End"...
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The End
I do apologize for making both of the endings dark, as I made them, while having both ending involving murder, my Tumblr Peeps😅 I'm a little bit indecisive about which ending to fully pick out, so I decided to put both endings for this fanfic, then decided to have the reader make a decision to pick out, that way there, they can go to an ending based on the what they decide on. I'm not sure, if any fanfic writers has written fanfics with more than 1 ending before or not, however I did play a video game or so that does possibly involve more than 1 ending. I also did read about a few video games having 2 or more endings depending on gamers decisions, or what happens in the game, etc... So I figured that due to not being able to decide on which ending of the 2, to put in this fanfic, it will be the 1st fanfic I've ever written about that has more thsn one ending. To warn you, there are plenty of differences with both endings, despite of the similarities between the 2 endings. And also despite of this fanfic being, possibly 1 of my darkest fanfics, if not the darkest fanfic, I have ever written about, I still hope you enjoy this fanfic, my Tumblr Peeps😁👍
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I just know Tomura would have found Rogue Izuku so funny
All Might fanatic nerd who worships Heroes suddenly tells All Might to buzz off and everybody tries to get him back but he’s just. too damn fast. He goes rogue, he ignores the Heroes, then he fights (term used loosely) his own friends when they try and stop him from running off on his own
Like sure his mental health is declining but who’s isn’t these days? Tomura has decided this is the funniest and most ironic thing that could happen and he wants to see what happens next
#i often think about what would have happened if izuku found tomurafo by himself and saved tomura from possession#like it would have never actually happened#but imagine izuku AT LEAST suppressed the afo possession or smthg#power of friendship (shiggy izu) and all that#and they bond#so tomura gets to see rogue izuku and laugh at all the irony of the situation#everyDAY i think about how tomura would have found his situation so funny and encouraged him to tell the heroes to fuck off#bnha#shigaraki and midoriya#bnha manga spoilers#he would have been the worst influence#in an annoying big brother way#like izuku wouldn't go to the Dark Side or whatever but he'd still be away from the heroes#figuring shit out#and tomura would be like 'fucking superb you funky little edgy boy'#mettys posts
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Office Life (Shigaraki x Reader)
Just Shigaraki awkwardly fantasizing about the cute receptionist who works in the same office building as him. You guys let me know if you like this quick “imagine” format for when I don’t have a full fanfic idea.
Smut. 18+. Violence/Blood (not Reader’s). Gender neutral Reader. Dubcon.
Shigaraki, who never had much interest in sex before, when he was so busy with the League and the war. Sure he jacked off to hentai every now and then, but the thought of having real life sex with a real live person didn’t really enter his brain.
Until now.
Shigaraki, who is fresh out of prison and working a dumb office job as part of his “rehabilitation”. Who is ignored and avoided by most of his coworkers because of his very publicized past.
Shigaraki, who just can’t understand why you’re nice to him, why you smile at him so sweetly, like he’s an actual human being and not a monster. Why you, the cute receptionist from down the hall, keeps coming into the office he works in with five other men, desks all lined up neatly.
Shigaraki, who likes that you look at him and acknowledge him, but sometimes has the irrational urge to show you how terrifying and monstrous he can be, to make you fear him the way everyone else does.
Shigaraki, who sometimes has violent fantasies about you that he will never act upon. Like today when you come into the room to share cookies you baked and brought in to the office. You, having such an obvious crush on him that even a socially inept weirdo like him can tell, blush and smile shyly when he takes a cookie from the box you hold out to him.
Shigaraki, who has no idea what you could possibly like about him, but feels a little smug that the rest of the guys in the office are clearly jealous.
And as you move toward the back of the room handing out cookies, constantly glancing back to see if he’s eating his, as if wanting his approval, Shigaraki’s dark fantasy takes over again.
He imagines standing up from his chair and moving through the room, decaying each man in turn, most of them still holding their dumb fucking cookies, only to reach the back, where you’re cowering in a corner, trembling with fear as blood pools around your feet.
You turn around to look at him, terror in those big wet eyes of yours, and then the pleading starts. He imagines you begging him not to kill you, babbling promises to not tell anyone, confessing your love in some desperate attempt to win his favor. You’re still clutching your frilly pink box of homemade cookies in your shaking hands.
In his fantasy, he has perfect control over his quirk at all times, and with no effort at all he can decay the clothes right off your body, leaving you naked and vulnerable in the room full of bloody chunks. And you drop the cookies in your shock, trying to cover yourself with your hands.
He won’t allow that. He’s wondered what you look like under your clothes for too long. And so he roughly pulls your hands away, getting an eye full, before shoving your back onto the nearest desk, spreading you open and unbuckling his pants.
In this fantasy, you always struggle at first. But after he starts fucking you hard, you begin moaning his name, wrapping your arms around him, looking up at him with teary eyes and blushing cheeks as he rails you.
Shigaraki, who snaps back to reality when you walk by him, the scent of your floral perfume drawing his attention. You look at the uneaten cookie in his hand and a flash of sadness crosses your face. He hurries to take a bite, and tries to give you a smile that isn’t creepy.
You smile back, and he knows for a fact he will never, ever act on his worst impulses with you. Because far more than his desire to show you how much of a villain he can be, he wants you to keep smiling at him.
And someday, maybe he’ll stop being a fucking coward and ask you to go to a movie with him.
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🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃
Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader
Good girls should just stay home, lest something goes bump in the night.
cw: NSFW • Implied Murder • Implied Serial Killer • Consensual Non-Consent turned Non-Consensual • Noncon • Dubcon • Abuse • Fingering (F) • Oral (M) • Deep Throating • Rough Sex • Attempted Murder • Hair Pulling • Degradation/Slight Humiliation • Dacryphilia • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping • a little OOC • This story possessed me and basically wrote itself • Barely proof read tbh
wc: 7k+
Something must be wrong with you.
Or at least, that’s what you imagine the world would think if anyone knew what you were doing.
The room was dark aside from the blue glow of your computer screen. The black web browser with red lettering almost ominous as your eyes scanned the consent form again. It was a consent form just to access the full website, on the surface serving only as a dating type of situation for the BDSM community. Beneath it though were layers deeper than what the simple description actually provided. You only found out about it through a deep dive into multiple sub-threads of Reddit. It was a basket case of crazy, the majority of information or advice, but you managed to dig up one reliable looking source.
This website you were currently on. L@ce&R0pe.com happened to provide a wide variety of goodies, from sex toys to actual published books on shibari, there wasn’t much you couldn’t find. Except like all websites not swallowed up by the deep web, there was never any section like the one you wanted so desperately.
Except this one, because your mouse didn’t hesitate to shift and hover over the drop down section for MEET, where you could link up with real people for whatever your heart desired really. You trailed down to NEW FRIEND, and clicked. A new tab opened, this one themed differently than the main website. It was light blue and pink, almost like a baby shower, except the only thing on the page was a single drop down menu, and clicking it made your head ache. There were thousands of options, but thankfully it was organized alphabetically, so you could easily scroll mindlessly until you hit the C section.
You found what you wanted, clicking it as your chosen option and hitting GO.
The screen changed, this time it looked similar to a dating profile fillable. You worked quickly, efficiently even, as you typed all your information in.
Not your name or address, nothing silly like that. Just your measurements, your favorite foods or beverages, the color of your eyes, your hair color, your height, and even the style of your nails. It asked if you liked to brush your hair everyday, how often you showered, what shampoo or body wash you like. You answered them all, as invasive as they soon became, you never wavered. What brand of deodorant do you use? How often do you clip or file your nails? To what length? Do you shave your pubic area? How often? What style? How many sexual partners have you had? Where have you had sex? Which hole do you prefer? Are you a crier or a screamer? Does blood turn you on? Do you like physical or mental pain more? Have you ever been raped before?
They got more personal and physiological as you answered. You felt hot and stuffy despite the window being open and the cool autumn air blowing in. You kept answering even as your throat got tighter and unease nestled into your clavicle.
Do you want to know who your new friend will be?
This time you do hesitate. Knowing would make it feel safer. Knowing would give you some semblance of control. Knowing would be the smart choice.
You clicked “no” and submitted the form, sealing your fate as your hands shook and adrenaline pumped through your veins.
You set the date for October 31st. Now all you had to do was wait and show up.
A notification hit his phone, lighting up the screen as cigarette smoke billowed around him in the back alley. A quick glance was all he needed to unlock and fully see the entire screen. The leather of his jacket rubbed against the brick he leaned against.
Halloween was probably the best time for such fun, crime rates skyrocketing and parties being loud and wild really left a big gaping hole for any type of heinous activity to occur. He grinned as the information poured onto his screen. His dick already becoming painfully hard as he read all your supplied information. You liked breath play, having someone spit in your mouth, even being slapped around. He was always amazed by the lack of shortage for sick freaks like you, but then again, he was one of them too. Licking his top lip, tongue piercing flicking out to rub against his cupid’s bow, he clicked “ACCEPT” on the notification. He had all your information, the when and where, and your adorable little comment of “Please don’t degrade me.” What more could he ask for? His smile is sinister in the low light off the neon sign of the bar, casting a purplish hue on his skin as he chuckles and shoves his phone away. Flicking his cigarette butt onto the dirty ground, he cracked his neck and knuckles before going back inside to finish his beer and round of pool with his friends.
He’ll see you on Halloween. He might even dress up a little for the occasion.
It’s cold.
It’s nearly November so you hadn’t expected warm weather necessarily, but it seemed chillier than usual despite your fairly insulated dress.
You dressed up as an angel, the irony not lost on you at all but it felt fitting almost for the occasion. The pristine white looked off in your surroundings. It was nearly midnight, but despite that the sidewalk of the park was filled with a fairly regular crowd of people passing through, on to the next party or home to sleep off all the alcohol. Really, you weren’t too out of place, in your white stockings and black heeled boots, the fluffy ruffled white babydoll dress that barely covered your ass or tits and the wings which were strapped around your shoulders and jutted out behind you. On your head was a slim clip which was attached to a white shiny halo that seemed to float above you, only a thin wire keeping it up. You’d at first felt a little exposed passing children going home for the night after trick or treating, eyes of judgemental families which you ignored boring into you, but now it was time for the adults to have fun. You’d already passed a plethora of college students or older dressed even more scantily than you, making you feel better, safer, out in the park you’d chosen. You’d chosen 0300 as your designated meetup time, but specified you’d be early in case they wanted to start sooner. So here you stood, under a streetlamp that illuminated you in a yellow glow, making you seem even more angelic despite the ominous darkness surrounding you. You were busy playing on your phone, scrolling mindlessly and trying not to appear too excited. Or scared. You figured it was a combination of both, the arousal and fear bleeding into one very specific but unnamed emotion. Tapping your boot to a rhythm only you could hear, the night drew on and another hour passed. The droves of people passing didn’t dwindle, but it was always a group, never a single individual which you hoped was your new friend. It was almost 0130 when you felt watched, goosebumps rising on your skin as you realized someone must be looking at you. A quick glance around showed no one though, and after ten minutes your hope dissolved into disappointment. It seemed your friend wasn’t an early bird.
“Hey,” a raspy, deep voice speaking almost directly into your ear, startling you enough to elicit a yelp. You turned, eyes landing on a dark clothed chest and trailing up to a hooded face you could barely make out through a mess of blue hair. His lips look a bit chapped, a small scar decorating a corner, but his teeth are white and straight as he smiles a grin that causes shivers to shoot down your spine.
…maybe your friend was an early bird, just not as much as you.
You take a step back, stuttering stupidly due to your overactive nerves and the earlier shock of his sudden appearance. “H-hi…um,” the stranger tilts his head, eyes still not visible, dark hoodie baggy on his frame. He looks a bit thin, like he wouldn’t have a lot of strength, his jeans having some strange splattering of fake blood or something on them. You lick your lips, heart ready to leap from your chest but not quite ready for the events to unfold.
Or maybe you were very ready.
“You’ve been standing here for hours,” he comments nonchalantly, hands moving to shove inside the large inner pocket on his hoodie, “Aren’t ya tired of waiting for your boyfriend?” His question is a bit confusing, and when you glance around you, it dawns that there’s no one out right now. When had the crowds dwindled to nothing? “I don’t… have a boyfriend…” you had clearly stated that online too, so he already knew the answer to your relationship status. Was he just teasing? Keeping this as realistic as possible? It made you a bit pleased. You fiddled with the ends of your cute frilly dress, exposing a small portion of your skin and garter belt which kept your thigh high socks up. His eyes tracked the motion, lips pulling up even higher making his smile menacing. Dangerous. “That so?” He asks, but it doesn’t seem like he’s too interested in a reply as he steps closer, his beat up sneakers so silent on the ground it’s a little unnerving. Since he’s playing along so much, it feels wrong for you to not reciprocate.
“What do you think you’re doing, creep? Stay back,” You hope he’s not offended by the name, figuring it wasn’t too mean or odd of a thing to call him. Your firm stance and defiant gaze make him pause, head tilting again but he’s quick to recover and laugh. It’s less of a sexy and deep chuckle like you expected, and more pitched and giggly. It’s almost creepy to hear from a grown man. Like a child from a horror movie laughing. “Creep? Yeah? Guess I am, but you know what?” His head lifts, and since he’s more centered under the tall street lamp, when he looks straight at you, two red eyes flash. “I’m a lot fucking worse than your average dumbass creep,” you jolt when he lunges at you, hand outstretched to grab you. It’s instinctive how quickly you turn and run, adrenaline helping you shoot off into the park where no light but the moon shined down. This is what you wanted, you chant to yourself to stay level headed enough to not truly panic. This was staged and as safe as possible. He’s not actually going to hurt you. You’d be fine, albeit maybe a little sore tomorrow morning. You shut your mind off and focus on running, though your speed wasn’t great in such cheap and unstable boots, roots and random objects on the ground constantly tripping you up.
You looked like the dumb girl in the horror movies, tits practically out of your low cut revealing white dress, strapless white bra damn useless and more for show than any real support or push-up. You huffed, digging in your heels when you heard a few twigs snap behind you, feet carrying you faster as you realized he was gaining on you quickly. He didn’t shout and you didn’t scream. The chase was exhilarating, your mind becoming fuzzy as your lungs burned for more oxygen. You hadn’t planned a chase, really leaving it all up to fate and your new friend, but this was perfect.
Until fingers tangled tight in your hair and yanked you completely off your feet, your shoes and legs going out in front of you as you landed gracelessly on your ass. Then an intense burning in your scalp erupts, a hiss of pain and a whine escaping as you slide over cool damp foliage, senseless grumbling coming from the stranger as he drags you into a deeper more secluded section of the park, away from any and all prying eyes. Not like anyone gave a damn. “I-it hurts!” You feel childish for crying, tears pricking your eyes but the burn was worse than you imagined truly, soft hands coming up to try and pry his fingers off.
He has a grip of iron apparently, not the least bit phased as he sighs, hauling you up and tossing you in front of him. You land weirdly on your left shoulder, a shock of pain numbing your mind as you heave for air and roll over. When you open your eyes, you’re face to face with him. His hood pulled off, shoulder length blue hair now tied back and up into a little bun while some stray pieces frame his face and forehead. Your eyes adjust to the darkness as they take him in.
He’s young, maybe early twenties, with pale skin and dark bags hugging beneath his scarlet eyes. He’s got a beauty mark just below his lip on the right side, the scar you saw earlier on the other. He’s not hard on the eyes, cute even, but the strange air around him makes the close proximity fill you with anxiety. His eyebrows are thin and sparse, but he cocks one with a smirk. “Not gonna scream for help, crybaby?” The nickname makes you realize tears are streaming down your cheeks, you blink them away quickly, shaking your head and trying to find your words again. “I—uh, do you want me to?” Wouldn't screaming just make it more likely for someone to call the police? You figured a little noise was fine, but screaming seemed counter productive.
His eyes widened a bit, confusion painting his features as he crouched down more comfortably on his haunches to get a better look at you.
He’d been watching you since you got to the park. A single party in this sort of place always sticks out like a sore thumb. You looked more ready for a porno than a costume party, from behind the view of your ass indescribably arousing in your short little dress. It was both a slutty and innocent look you pulled off well, at least enough to make him riled up, cock twitching in agreement within his pants. He shamelessly rubbed it through his jeans, caressing the hardening length and letting you watch with glee. Your face made him snort, amusement evident as he chuckles and squints. “You like this, little freak?” You looked like you did, he notes. Your wide pretty eyes, still a little teary and red at the ends, showed your blown out pupils. You looked to be more star struck, not terrified like any normal girl chased through a park and dragged into a little corner between some trees to be out of sight. He watches you swallow hard, lips parting before closing as if you aren’t sure what to say to that question. “Fuck, you’re cute,” he grins, “a cute little slut who stood out at night all alone as if begging for someone to come along and do something nasty.” You release a tiny yelp as he meanly shoves you back, straddling your upper chest with his thighs as he hunches over you, looming ominously above with wild eyes screaming for chaos. “Good thing that I came along, huh? Make all your nasty little fantasies come true.” He watches you gasp as he presses his fingers against your lips, confusion evident on your face but you aren’t really putting up much of a fight as you open and let him slide two in. “Nasty fucking girl, look at you, when you don’t even fucking know me.” He chuckles, and while he’s teasing you mostly, he is amazed. You looked erotic as hell right now, little angel costume all wrinkled and a bit dirty from the earth below, pretty face a bit stained with mascara that had run a little from your earlier tears. You weren’t wearing the waterproof kind it seemed. Lips bitten and chewed on, plump and glossy from whatever glittery shit you swiped on them earlier now wrapped around his digits as he dug around in your warm wet mouth. “Suck on them, slut,” he orders, his smile dropping and face becoming more serious as you hurry to obey, a strange trepidation building in your gut. He groans as he feels your tongue wiggle and swirl, pumping his fingers a bit now and enjoying the little bleats you release when he chokes you a bit with them. “Wonder if you’re soaked down here~” he hums, leaning back a bit and yanking his fingers from your lips, wiping the excess saliva across your cheek and huffing a laugh as your features wrinkle in distaste. His hand moves behind him, easy access to your cunt due to the frilly dress hiked up almost around your waist, revealing cute soaked white cotton panties he growls at the sight of. “You really suck at putting up a fight, crybaby, but I think I heard somewhere that girls get wet when scared too…” those red eyes flick back to your own, "You scared?” He asks, almost softly. He watches you breathe, chest struggling a bit under his weight but your hands curled into the fabric of his hoodie, not pushing him away. “A little…?” Is your shaky response, and he wonders silently if you’re an idiot or just a pervert. You might be both, because when he lets his thumb dig into where your pussy lay poorly hidden, you moan for him and spread your legs wider. You make it even easier to search for his desired location, your swollen bundle of nerves. “O-oh—!” Your head falls back, little halo becoming a bit misshapen as it gets flattened to the ground, he tsks, fixing it with his free hand as he thumbs your little clit and watches you mewl and writhe beneath him, pleasure clearly visible on your face. Your hips buck and wiggle, body pinned beneath his and unable to get away or closer like you desperately want for more friction than he’s providing. “P-please,” you can’t help but beg, hoping your new friend is merciful enough to make you cum and not simply edge you all night.
It’s the pouty expression which makes him nearly feral, his grin spreading wide again as he keeps working his finger on your clit but his face closes the distance between your own. His lips just barely graze yours, and you are all too happy to part your lips and give him a sloppy kiss back, his own tongue finally slipping into your mouth where you suck. The smooth muscle in your mouth and the saliva dripping from it drive you wild, hands now dragging him closer and trying to make him do more for you. The heat spreads slowly however, his pace not changing, and despite his slim build he’s much stronger than you. You aren’t able to take any more than what is given, huffing in exasperation and groaning when he places more force before easing off. “S-stop teasing…” you whine against his lips, which were much softer than they look. He smirks, airy chuckle felt more than heard as he shakes with a silent laugh, “how can I not, you’re such a rare find, I plan to take my time with you.” He kisses you hard to silence whatever whines you planned to release to make him give you more. Instead he forces you into a slow building orgasm that leaves him having to pin your wrists above your head lest your clawing rip his skin open. He works you gently and cruelly into it, loving how you gasp and choke for him, eyes rolling back while you shake almost like you’re possessed and soak through your panties. “There you go, heh, normally I wouldn’t bother to take my time with whiny bitches, but you’re more obedient and sweet than I first assumed.” He whispers into your ear as you come down from the mind blowing high, body limp and pliant like dough now. The insult from him brings out a little whine of protest, teary eyes looking at him with almost something akin to betrayal.
“I-I don’t like being called mean names…I said so online too,” he pulls up finally, the chill of the night attacking full force on your now exposed cunt as he brings your panties up to his nose to inhale. His eyes narrow, almost into slits as he pulls them back and shoves them into his hoodie pocket. “Oh yeah? You post that shit on your social media or something? Sorry, I don’t really use those trash platforms. I have a Twitch stream though,” he acts like this is the time for a regular conversation, even as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, yanking them down his hips to pull his cock free. Your eyes go wide, mind a bit blank and missing something, in favor of looking at him pump his length lazily. A trail of blue curls like on his head travel from his navel to his groin where it spreads out a little, the color a bit darker as it goes lower. He’s not one to shave it seems, but your eyes focus on his cock, average in length but girthy with a tip that curves up almost perfectly. It looks like a cock someone would sell as a dildo at a sex store. It was pretty, admittedly, as a few pearls of pre-cum dotted the tip and spilled over as he slowly worked it above you. “Hungry?” He jokes, but when you nod he grits his teeth and bites back a moan, the night truly more unexpected than he thought. “Open up then, crybaby.” He thankfully didn’t call you a bitch again, crybaby the less of the evils and more acceptable of a petname for your preference as you open your lips and awkwardly lean your head forward. “No need to lean up,” he mumbles, shifting until his knees now rested by your shoulders, tip just in your mouth and his forearms on the earth above your head. He’s looking down at you, and you lay back down as he works his cock in your mouth. He’s going to fuck your mouth, you realize a bit late, the position so easy for him to hit balls deep in your throat and prevent you from running just from his weight alone. You’re pinned to earth, the scent of crisp autumn becoming mingled with the musky masculine odor the stranger had clinging to him. Something smelled of iron too, but it was fainter and didn’t bother you too much, not when he seemed determined to suffocate you with his cock. You jerk a little, teeth accidentally grazing his cock and his hiss of pain alerts you that you’ve hurt him. He pulls up and out of your mouth, glaring ferociously as he looks down at you with contemplation. “Sorry—! I’m not used—,” the words leaving you mouth go unfinished as you’re suddenly looking away and down, confusion wracking your mind before white hot pain erupts across your face and you cry out in agony.
He watches with a cool nonchalance as you whimper and cry, holding your inflamed cheek and looking at him with teary eyes filled with questions. The sight doesn’t help his hardness, your face swelling a bit from the force of the blow already, but it was still arousing how you cried for him so easily. “Don’t bite my fucking dick and I won’t hit you, clear?” He’s grabbing you roughly by the hair again, yanking you up and no longer in the mood for that awkward position as he stands and pulls you to your knees. This position at least gives him a good eye full of your tits, shaking from your little trembling as you’re made to look up at him. His angry reddened cock next to your injured cheek is a sight for him, his hand gripping his shaft and slapping you lightly on the cheek with it, his hand in your hair preventing you from turning away even as you whimper in pain. “Okay, we’ll try this again, crybaby. Open.” You do, even as tears run like waterfalls down your face, mascara smeared and making a pathetic sight for sore eyes of you, you let his cock enter your mouth once more.
Because you’ve never been more aroused.
Your stranger isn’t nice, pushing hard and deep into your throat immediately and gagging you. You’re careful with your teeth, jaw already burning and aching as he locks his arm and hand, strands of hair tearing out as he works his hips into your face at an uneven pace. “Stop fucking moving,” he growls, stepping even closer, blocking any and all exits and forcing you to take it. His cock didn’t seem so scary when he’d pulled it out, but in your throat it was a plug to your oxygen and felt too big for your poor mouth. It hurt, feeling him go too deep and leaving you coughing and sputtering and even still he wouldn’t pull out, groaning and pressing impossibly deep like he truly means to suffocate you. “You got a good little mouth pussy, crybaby. Fuck—take my cock, just like that.” He moans, watching as you struggle on his dick to breathe or swallow, slobber and tears coating his cock as he makes a mess of your pretty face. He doesn’t care that your eyes are starting to roll back, hands which had previously been clawing at his legs going limp at your sides. You acted more like a hole for him to fuck when you were limp like this, and it drove him wild as he grunted like an animal and rutted into your mouth like he held a grudge against you. Both hands dug into your hair, hands pulling you back onto his cock when his hips bucked you away. “Never fucked a—holy shit—ah, mouth so damn good before—, ah fuck, fuck,” he’s getting breathier as time ticks by, his own eyes rolling back as his balls draw up tight. “I’m going to cum, ready for me crybaby? Want it in your tummy or on your face?” He’s being condescending on purpose, but it’s a bit useless considering he’s rendered you nearly unconscious on his dick. He shrugs your lack of response off, pumping his cock down your throat until he sees stars and yanks himself free just before the first spurt misses and hits the grass below, he grips the base, pumping and shooting his next shot right onto your face. He yanks your head against his thigh, delirious face dazed and coughing softly as he finishes on your glitter and mascara run cheeks, using the tip to smear it well into your ruined makeup as he sneers at you from above.
“Hah…” he catches his breath, sucking in oxygen along with you as his gaze turns calculated.
“Wake up, I’m not done with you yet.” He’s more gentle now that he's cum at least once, tapping your uninjured cheek with two fingers as your eyes roll around before opening and looking at him.
He swears, your face making him hard again instantly, blood pooling to his groin at the messy sight of you in your white ruined angel costume. “You really are unlucky I was out tonight, I don’t think I’m gonna let you go.” His dead serious comment caused something cold to hit your veins, chills running through you as you gape in shock.
“W-what…?” He reaches into his hoodie pocket, pulling out what looked like a foot long serrated hunting blade. He snickers at the blank look of shock on your features.
“What’s wrong, crybaby? No tears for me right now?” You’re shaking, getting paler by the second as you realize no, it’s not a costume, and yes, there is still dried blood on the blade. There’s dried blood all over him, his spree tonight ridiculously fruitful and his body still high on the thrill. Imagine his luck finding you. “T-this wasn’t in my profile, wh-what are you doing?” Now you look alert, now you act like a regular civilian, he notes cooly. “I only con-consented to the sex and stuff, I said I didn’t like—like blades or blood play.” Your eyes are wide as saucers and you have a cold sweat now forming and dotting your skin, shaky like on too much caffeine as your body dumped chemicals to help you run.
His head tilts, a few more strands of hair coming loose from his tie as those red eyes watch you without any emotion in their depths.
“Ah~ I get it now. Are you some kind of freak who links up with people online for this kind of shit?” He laughs, eyes not matching the manic toothy grin. “Sorry to disappoint slut, I ain’t your tinder or whatever match. Did you do it anonymously?” He’s beyond amused, thrilled by the horror dawning on your face as reality sets in. “You’re a fucking idiot.” He sneers, but he’s joyful when you book it, heeled boots caked in mud as they dig into the ground and you take off for real. True intent to get away now because he’s not your new friend, he’s a real stranger and his energy is nothing but malevolent.
You’re going to die.
It’s a sick thought that twists inside you as you push the hardest you’ve ever, scream bubbling up and out as you cry for help now. “HELP! Please! Someone! Anyone!” It’s more broken and hoarse than you want, his earlier abuse to your throat having taken a number on your ability to vocalize.
It’s empty. This damn park is empty.
Not a soul around and you can’t hear him coming for you anymore, and it only makes the tears fall harder as you drive your body to a breaking point. If no one is around you can at least aim for your car, your phone will take too much time to look at and dial the police, you’d be too open and that would mean—
Something—someone—smashes into you, your body thrown sideways by the brute force and flung roughly to the ground where you roll several feet.
It hurts—!
Your body and mind scream as pain lights up your shoulder, a previously dull ache now hounding for your attention so much it left you lightheaded. You twisted your ankle too or maybe broke it, already so regretful for the evening and your life choices that your shoes hardly broke the bank. It all hurt, and yet you still tried to crawl to get away, still eager for another deep breath of air in your lungs even if it hurt to do that too.
“Hck, please, please—help—!,” you’re a sobbing pathetic mess, and he couldn’t be more turned on by the sight. He dusts himself off like he hadn’t tackled you like a linebacker for a major league football team, his lanky form sinewy with muscle and his agility nothing to scoff at. He swirls the enormous daunting blade with a whistle, smiling more genuinely as he strolls towards your shaking form crawling away.
“Where do you think you’re going, crybaby? I said I wasn’t done with you,” he lands a solid hit to your middle, dirty sneaker smearing mud on your cute little dress, looking less and less white as the night wears on. The blow is not hard enough to damage anything, he’s sure, but you act as if you’ve been disemboweled by how you howl and heave. He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, settling one foot between your shoulder blades and pressing down until you’re left immobilized.
Your vision is blurry, going in and out of focus as you try, and try, and try to get away, cute nail polish chipped and ruined as you claw at the dirt floor for leverage.
He admires your tenacity. “You think you can get away? That anyone is coming to save you?” He brushes a few stray hairs out of his face as he laughs, the urge to gut you strong as he savors your useless little struggle. “Crybaby, look around! No one is coming! I said look,” he grinds out, dropping to one knee while his other leg remains planted on your back, his hand gripping your hair and yanking your head up to see what he meant.
There’s a fence. A metal chain link fence, and it had a sign your vision was too blurry to read through your tears.
“You ran yourself straight into the worst possible area, this is sort of your game over,” He leans down to look at you, yanking your head back and forcing you into an uncomfortable arch. He raises up the blade, fully intending to slit your pretty throat and watch your eyes as the light fades, but you blubber out a sentence which halts him.
“Y-you didn’t finish! E-earlier, hck, earlier you didn’t finish—!” Your eyes squeeze closed in pain as he yanks your head to the side. Confusion burned in him, and curiosity kept you breathing for now.
“Didn’t finish what, crybaby? Fairly certain I finished all over your face, if I remember correctly.” He has a sharp edge in his tone, something metallic fills your mouth and you realize you’ve bitten through your tongue in your panic. A few drops spill past your lips, catching his attention.
“S-shouldn’t you also f-fuck me too? I-it’s why I came out tonight, wh-why I, ah, d-did this,” it’s a long shot by any means, and he’s no fool, but you did make a good point.
He was still hard.
“Smart little crybaby, aren’t you?” He mutters darkly, setting aside his blade in favor of smashing your face into the dirt, keeping your head down as he presses against your back and yanks your hips up. Your knees are skinned from the rough handling, socks torn open and stained with blood and dirt while his calloused hands slip beneath your dress. Your breath hitches. You needed to think of some way out of this, some kind of plan to escape or incapacitate him.
He’s busied himself with your still dripping cunt. Two fingers roughly filling your hole and uncaringly stretching your tight entrance. “You really are a freak, wet even though you’re going to die, crybaby.” He felt a bit strange as you whimper and mewl below, hand slowing as he tried to place the feeling.
He shrugs it off, instead easily yanking down his jeans which were still unbuttoned and pulling out his cock once more, stroking his shaft a few times before he lined himself up with your puffy lips. “Fuck—,” he swears, eyes seeing stars as he pushes just his tip past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance, mouth opening as licks his lips and stares down at you. “Never had pussy so good…” he giggles darkly, cracking his neck as he pushes each inch inside of you, stretching you out deliciously until you’re speared on his cock with his hips flush with your ass. “Who knew you’d be the best, crybaby.” He muses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips, your little dress flipped up and over your ass so he can watch it bounce as he leans back on his knees to fuck you deeper. You need to think straight but it’s difficult with how good your body feels, the pain from earlier seeming to go away with a numb buzz as he fills your pussy, hitting perfectly against a spot that has you arching harder for more.
You really are a freak like he says.
You can’t help relaxing further, eyes dumbly looking to the side where your head rests as he pounds into you from behind, the coil in your gut growing tighter by the minute.
The clouds blocking the moon seem to part just for you, the full moon’s light no longer blocked and illuminating the little patch of grass he’d tackled you into. Something gleams, in perfect reach too as your eyes widen.
His knife.
He’d already proven you can’t outrun him, but what if he was injured? There’s a major artery in the thigh, if you hit that, wouldn’t you be able to get away?
He yanks back roughly, moaning as he feels you squeeze even tighter around him, velvet walls massaging his dick while he tries to fuck himself as deep as possible inside of you.
It hit you despite all your intentions not to, because this wasn’t safe and he wants to end your life and everything is wrong, but your body doesn’t listen. You cum with a shaky cry, and with an awkward turn of your head you watch as his head goes back and he moans, eyes closed in bliss as you coat his cock in even more slick.
You’re louder than you intended to be, but your fingers close around the hilt nonetheless, trembling with the heavy weight in your grasp, you use every ounce of energy inside you to swing it back into his thigh.
“Cute,” you scream as he catches your wrist, hand clenching so tight you feel your bones grind together as the knife falls from your grip. He twists your arm around and pins your wrist behind your back, holding it in place while his other hand remains at your hip.
“So fucking cute, crybaby. Did you cum just to distract me or was that because you couldn’t help yourself?” He’s getting a high from this, from fucking you and turning you into nothing but a toy as he bounces you on his cock, hips still but arms pulling you back and forth with ease. Scarlet eyes drink you in with undisguised sick glee, and he’s finally able to place the feeling from earlier.
“A pretty little slut trying to get her rocks off and getting shown why she should’ve been a good girl and stayed home,” he grunts, releasing you and leaning over, pinning you with his weight and nearly knocking the air from your lungs how deeply he hits you inside from this angle. Dirt fills the underbelly of your nails, your fingers digging into the earth just for some semblance of stability.
You had none. It was a sick and horrifying realization. You have no control. You can do nothing to stop this. As deeply as it made your gut sink, another odd emotion rose to the surface.
A bubbly sensation that tore through you as your tears became less from fear and more from overstimulation.
His hips piston in and out of you, bullying your cervix in this position as he ruts into you like a hound, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he moans and grunts.
You break again, spasm and cinch down on his cock like a vice while you wail as if in mourning. Maybe you are, for yourself at least. “Oh fuck—! s’too much—, please, I can’t—, f-feels good, hah,” your nearly incoherent babbling sends him over the edge along with you, his own dull nails finally drawing blood as he holds you for dear life as he releases deep inside you, tip kissing right up against you womb as he cums. You can feel it too, his cock twitching inside as the night seems to still for a moment.
He holds you for a while. Breathing you in, nuzzling his face into your neck and licking you. He holds you until his cock fully softens and it hurt to be gripped so tightly inside your wet heat, regrettably pulling away.
He stands, putting his sticky limp cock away inside his underwear and pulling up his pants, looking down at your ruined figure that had slumped over to the side.
“Y’know, crybaby… you really resemble an angel now,” he smiles, red eyes almost glowing as the moon blankets his back and shadows his face. His hair seems almost white like this, your tired eyes note. You don’t move or even flinch as he grabs his knife and yanks your limp figure up by your hair. Even now you’re still crying, face lax despite the rivers flowing down your dirty swollen cheeks. You make no effort to stop him, having given up completely.
He crouches down again, mostly eye level now as he makes you look at him.
“You got any last words?” He’s being dead serious. He feels strange looking at the almost glazed over look in your eyes.
“W-what…” your voice is barely a whisper, but the night is so quiet he catches it, “what’s your…name?”
An unexpected question.
His eyes gleam, smile ravenous as he puts his lips against your ear and whispers it.
“Tomura, what’s your name, crybaby?” He asks, gently, almost like he’s actually interested.
You hoarsely whisper it, your last time ever saying it after tonight. He hums, like it pleases him, before he brings down the knife swiftly.
Your vision goes dark, the strike mercifully painless. Your last thoughts blur as you drift into soft nothingness.
He releases your hair, grabbing your limp figure up in his arms as he chuckles and sheaths his knife properly on his hip. “Dumb crybaby” his voice almost singing the words as he whistles and walks away, the park dead silent but even if someone had seen you in his arms, he could just play the good boyfriend taking his sweetheart home safely. It’s not entirely a lie either, his eyes glancing down at your unconscious form, pretty neck unmarred but a bruise would likely form on the back where he struck you tomorrow. Tomura had never felt compelled to allow a victim to live, but then again he’s never fucked a victim either, so you’re the first for a lot. He supposed it made you quite special, his legs carrying him in the direction of his car in the parking lot about a mile south. Obsession and possessiveness swirled in those red depths as they looked at your figure.
“Good girls should just stay home…” he continues his sardonic little tune, his smile gruesome and foreboding.
Vibrant blue orbs check his surroundings again, noting once again his friend was a no show. Rolling his eyes, he knew it was too good to be true. Your profile screamed inexperienced and cautious, despite you clicking that you’d like him to remain anonymous beforehand. It didn’t matter, he’d just go enjoy some sorority girl pussy instead, figuring at 0330 that most parties would be winding down. Drunk girls dressed like sluts were his second favorite.
Dabi clicks the notify option on his app, letting the website staff know you never showed up.
Though, he muses if something did happen, the police wouldn’t be notified until it was too late. Halloween weekend after all meant you could be missing for quite a while before anyone noticed.
Not his problem though.
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Shigaraki Tomura
TW: NSFW, BDSM, dubcon/noncon, captive darling, humiliation/degradation, mean Shiggy
gn reader
When you’re first taken, you learn quickly to never refuse him – instead, you try your best to cater to him any way you can, but often, you find he’ll punish you for any given excuse.
Try too hard, and he’ll punish you for lying to him – try too little, and he’ll punish you for being lazy. Do exactly what he says, and he’ll punish you for having forgotten something he said earlier. Gag on his cock, you’re punished for being ungrateful. Cum, and you’re punished for being indulgent. Say you like it, you’re called a slut followed by him going harder – but say nothing, and you’re slapped for being a boring fuck.
You’ve come to understand no matter what you do or how carefully you do it, what Tomura wants is to keep you on your toes. He enjoys the humiliation riddled on your teary face and the way you beg him for mercy just as much as he enjoys flooding your guts with his cum.
He’s always searching for new and fun ways to torment you.
Standard posture is to tie your hands behind your back in a reverse prayer and fix your legs to your thighs, then roll you on your stomach – stuffing your hole with a fat thrumming dildo and your pretty mouth with a cock-gag, making you mewl out all your moans around the fatty seizing all the space in your throat.
A hogtie often calls for a nose hook. Fixing one tight around your skull, pushing your little nose up into a cute snout befitting of a real piglet. Telling you to say oink around the gag in your mouth, red and resembling an apple.
You’re so cute after he leaves you like that for a couple of hours. All wet and whimpering like a bitch who’s been left out in the dog house on a rainy day. So grateful for the tiniest sliver of mercy – be it licking his balls or cock-warming him during a game. Being such an eager girlfriendly slut for him – no fight left, leaving you pliant and pet-like – cuddling him all soft and sweetly.
He keeps you busy when he doesn’t have the time to play with you.
Sometimes, he’ll lock you inside a crate. It’s dark and hard to breathe, and all your holes are stuffed with something so big you’re never quite able to adjust to the size – the rhythm making your swollen flesh go prickly and numb – but with the ever-changing unpredictable beat, you never get numb enough to be able to ignore it either.
And while you feel you’re your jaws unlocking and knees scuffing as though you’re kneeling in gravel – so tense and so sore – you find yourself comforting yourself with the thought of being allowed back in bed, all tuckered out and sleeping on Tomura’s warm chest.
During league meetings, he’ll bring along a baby call, setting it down on the desk – caring little about the people getting sweaty around the table, listening to your muffled cries and squeals while you cum on whatever he has you stuffed with back in his room. They can all imagine you from those other times when he’d brought you with him – wearing nothing but a pretty red collar fixed snugly around your throat and a golden bell that gave a little ring every time he made you bounce on his lap.
You were so riddled with embarrassment from all the leering, squeezing his cock so tight because of it, he figured he ought to thank everyone by offering your mouth – making you crawl beneath the table on all fours, going from cock to clit to cock again until you’d rounded the ring and crawled back into Tomura’s lap.
Another position he likes is you on your knees with your wrists tied to your ankles – leaving your face mushed against the floor. You’re real pretty like that – with your back in a slope and your ass raised up in the air – begging for some cock or a hard slap. When he slots his fat shaft inside the ring, bottoming out in one fell swoop, he places his foot on your cheek as an extra measure. Pummeling you raw until it gapes all cutely from his size.
He could never stop looping rope and making knots around your pretty body. But he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy it when you come around to it yourself – when you crawl after him before he leaves you alone in his room, your collar hanging from your mouth, those big eyes peering up at him all brightly as though silently asking him if he’s forgotten something.
When he crouches down and fixes it around your throat, you chew your lip and shuffle your thighs together – all giddy. He tells you to open your mouth, and you do so widely, swallowing his spit without protest – instead with a smile and an ever-so-soft thank you.
It’s gone as far as when he commands that you make yourself cum ten times before he returns – he actually trusts you to do it.
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❦ THROUGH THE THIN WALLS
“it doesn’t matter that he’s not the man of your affections when he’s watching you touch yourself and pretending it’s his name you’ll be whining tonight”
cw: non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation, toys, degradation, dirty talk
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He was such a pervert.
Straining his eyes to catch the best glimpse of you with your back arched, vibrator between your legs, and pornographic reactions was just horrible. And yet, he couldn't even feel guilty when he came back night after night, hid behind the door of your closet, and pumped his aching cock.
You were always so vocal, too; you had no reason to stay quiet when you thought no one would hear anyway. And sometimes, he would catch the names that slip from your tongue, making the whole charade even more filthy, cause then he would see you the next day, talk to them, and pretend like he didn't know you fucked yourself to the thought of them. The allure of your uninhibited pleasure was too intoxicating to resist. It became a twisted game of secrecy, where he played the oblivious colleague by day and the voyeuristic participant by night.
More often than not, he'd bite down whatever random item of yours was in reach, relishing the fact that it smelled like you, and came to the thought of his name panting from your lips.
This night was no different; he waited behind the closet door as you prepped yourself. Naked legs spread out just for him as you grabbed your box of toys.
You began by pinching your nipples. The anticipation in the room grew as he watched, his breath quickening with each pinch. He couldn't help but imagine the pleasure he could bring you, longing to be the one to make you moan with ecstasy.
Your body wiggled with anticipation, and the sight of it only fueled his desire further. He imagined the way your hips would sway against his and the way your movements would synchronize in a desperate act of pleasure. The intensity of his longing grew, and he couldn't help but imagine being able to join you in this.
Then one of your fingers crawled down your bare stomach to your thighs, scratching lightly again your soft skin as it reached your pussy. Your lips spread with a disgusting pop, already wet from a bit of teasing, and he loved how sensitive you were. He ached to explore every inch of your body, to taste the sweetness that lingered on your lips, and to feel the warmth of your lust against his own. The dream of finally being able to share in this intimate affair consumed him, lighting a fire within that burned hotter with each passing moment. Shigaraki didn't notice when he started palming himself.
"That's it, baby." You breathed as your fingers traced your clit. "At least you could do one thing right."
He bit his lip at that, wondering who you were degrading tonight.
The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of desire and power as Shigaraki's thoughts were consumed by the twisted pleasure of degradation. His mind raced with anticipation, wondering what dark desires you would unleash upon him tonight. The thrill of surrendering control to you always ignited an unnatural excitement within him, pushing him further into the depths of his own depravity.
His eyes were glued to your sex, straining through the door lock and trying to see it clench around nothing but a finger. He didn't notice when you removed the bullet vibrator, but he quickly undid his pants and removed his throbbing cock, knowing that the first sound you made when it came in contact with you was nothing short of ecstasy. As you pressed the little toy against your clit, his breath hitched and his hand moved faster along his length.
"C-can't even please me by yourself, huh?" You spoke into your room. "Need help from a toy?"
Shigaraki shuddered, watching you run circles over your cunt before dipping it past your lips and coating the vibrator with your slick. You pulled it out with a whimper as you brought it to your mouth, teasingly licking the tip before returning it to its rightful place between your legs. The sight of you pleasuring yourself so shamelessly drove him wild, fueling his desire to hear you scream in pleasure.
You continued your assault, one hand tweaking your tit and the other controlling the vibrator, causing your slick to run down your spread legs to your asshole. As you came for the first time, your body convulsed with waves of ecstasy, your moans filling the room. The intensity of your orgasm left you breathless, but it only fueled your hunger for more. Determined to push yourself further, you increased the speed of the vibrator and overstimulated yourself, eager to experience even greater pleasure.
Shigaraki had to force himself off his cock, knowing you never stopped at one orgasm, and he didn't want to stop the show too soon.
You began to whimper.
"No," you huffed and squirmed. "No more—I can't take anymore!"
You shook violently. Your body trembled uncontrollably as waves of pleasure coursed through every inch of your being. The sensations were overwhelming, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. Despite your useless pleas for mercy, the desire for more consumed you, tempting you to surrender to the intense pleasure that awaited.
Then you collapsed. As you lay there, panting and spent, a sense of satisfaction washed over you. The overwhelming pleasure had taken its toll, leaving you completely drained. Your body trembled with aftershocks, and a contented smile played on your lips as you relished in the blissful aftermath of your intense climax.
But you still reached for the box.
The dildo you pulled out had him smacking his hand over his mouth to cover his moan. It was way too big for you, and you obviously knew this as Shigaraki saw the excitement in your eyes. It must've been a new one you hadn't used before, because the way you immediately clenched as you pushed it through your sopping lips was both thrilling and intimidating to him. He couldn't help but imagine the stretch and pleasure it would bring you, and the thought of being able to witness it up close made his heart race. As you continued to please yourself, he struggled to contain his own desires, longing to join in and make the experience even more overwhelming for you. The uninhibited whimper that emitted from your tear-stained face as you yanked the pink toy from your cunt was drool-inducing, and the string of your arousal that clung to it as it emerged caused it to gleam as it connected your sex and the dildo. Then you plunged it back in, and Shigaraki saw your back arch like a cat in front of him. You were so masochistic, and he loved it.
Then you picked right back up with your dirty talk, and he let his hand go back to his cock.
"You're such a disgusting pervert," you moaned, your voice filled with desire. "I want you to try and fuck me better. I dare you."
Shigaraki's eyes darkened with lust as he gripped his dick tighter, imagining it's him fulfilling your every wicked desire. Your provocative words were fueling his own appetite, which he could feel growing. With a mischievous grin, he silently accepted your challenge, determined to show just how wicked he could be. As he continued to pleasure himself, the room filled with an electrifying tension, both of you eager to explore the depths of your darkest desires, even if you weren't aware of his presence.
"Fuck, you a virgin, baby?" You asked. "Don't even know how to fuck a girl?"
Your words hung in the air, a mix of curiosity and challenge. Your provocative taunts caused his grin to grow wider. He lowered his voice, dripping with wickedness, as he whispered to himself, "Oh, baby, you have no idea what I can do."
"Bet Dabi can fuck me better." You whined, pumping the dildo in and out of your cunt.
Shigaraki's hands mimicked the motions as he watched you with a predatory gaze.
"What? Can't even defend yourself? You too fucked out already?" you bit.
Shigaraki watched you reach over your shoulder, bringing back the vibrator that was covered in your now-dry cum.
"So pathetic, you can't even get me off with your small dick."
Shigaraki's sadistic grin widened, relishing in the humiliation. "Oh, don't worry. I have plenty of other ways to make you scream my name." He leaned in closer, his forehead touching the door and his voice dripping with wickedness, as he whispered to himself, "Oh, baby, you have no idea what I can do. But trust me, by the time I'm done with you, Dabi will be long gone."
He imagined you underneath him, squirming and whimpering from the combined pleasure of his dick and fingers. His mind was consumed with thoughts of the power he could hold over you, thinking that he could push you to your limits and beyond. Shigaraki revelled in the anticipation of the pleasure and pain he would inflict upon you, relishing in the control he had over your body and mind. His breathing hitched, his hand quickening its assault on his slick cock. The thoughts in his head, sight of you before him, and sounds you made drove him right to the edge., but what you screamed when you pressed the vibrator back against your clit had him coming all over the door in front of him.
"Tomura!" you shouted.
Shigaraki stuttered in realization, his head lost in the throes of his own pleasure. The intensity of the moment had consumed him, leaving him unable to know if what he heard was a mere manifestation of his own desires. The overwhelming sensation of release washed over him, leaving him breathless and trembling. It was a climax unlike any he had experienced before—an explosion of pleasure that seemed to shake his very core. As he slowly regained his senses, Shigaraki couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of triumph, thinking that he was finally the one on your mind in the most intimate sense.
Then you whimpered his name again, arms shaking and body trembling from the double assault of the dildo and vibrator. The intensity of the pleasure surged through his veins, amplifying his satisfaction and fueling his desire for more. In that moment, he realized the power he held over you, knowing that he had brought you to such a state of ecstasy. The realization fueled his confidence, igniting a fire within him to explore even deeper realms of pleasure with you.
Your voice quivered with pure bliss as you uttered his name once more, the sound reverberating in the air as you reached the peak of your pleasure. The intensity of your orgasm mirrored his own, looking like it sent you to another dimension as he watched through the hole.
He couldn't help going back to his abused cock, completely disoriented by the way his name sounded coming from your quivering lips. You babbled his name aimlessly as you came down from your high, vibrator left abandoned atop the covers, still going and spreading your slick along the fabric. The dildo pumped in and out lazily due to your pulsing cunt, and it was mesmerizing.
As you shakingly regained your composure, you let out one last wanton whimper as you pulled the toy out of you and took in the mess you made between your legs.
"Tomura." You sang and looked directly at the closet.
Shigaraki froze. His eyes widened in surprise, and his hand was immobilized on his dick. The name hung in the air, charged with a mix of desire, and he couldn't tell if this was some sick joke.
But the smile you gave him, the haze of post-orgasm bliss, and the grinding of your hips into the bed said otherwise.
You asked, "Wanna come clean me up?"
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yandere!incel!tomura shigaraki + foreigner!darling who can't speak japanese
TITLE: " RENT-A-GF " — navi.
NOTES: nsfw (18+ only) below the cut (non-con!! somnophilia!!) reminder: this is merely fantasy, i don't condone. will prob proofread someday lol. enjoy!
PAIRING: yandere!incel!shigaraki tomura x foreinger!reader
GENRE/AU: shigaraki is rlly misogynistic and delusional, age gap (you're older), reader is a substitute english teacher who got kidnapped by bwad gwuys and is now... yeah
CHARACTERS: shigaraki tomura (21), reader (24)
let's be for real: shigaraki was born to be an incel.
and incel!shigaraki is shamelessly self-aware of this, indeed. when he's not out terrorizing innocent citizens with his villainous coups, he takes to the internet to fulfill his insatiable need for an adrenaline rush. gorey video games and brutal death metal makes him light up in glee, but sometimes it's just not enough.
so, instead, he's a frequent on the dark web, diligently scouring sites that specialize in obscure female porn collectives that cater to his twisted kinks. incel!shigaraki glowers at the pictures of stupid, slutty women who prance around in sexy lingerie, but still gets a hard-on because he wishes he had a woman who would do that for him and him only.
and what shigaraki wants, he gets. on another sweaty night in his dark bedroom, he's boredly clicking through the hundreds of entries of women who are being sold for, what he thinks, too high of a price. not that money would ever be a problem for him; if he felt compelled to, he could just kidnap the girl he wanted all over again. so, no, it's not the price—it's what he thinks they're worth based on his attraction to them.
and, so far, all of them are worthless.
you see, the conundrum is that incel!shigaraki has a thing for foreign girls. don't ask why, he doesn't know. maybe he finds it cute that they're so clueless about his culture and language, and he's the one who'll control the narrative that rules their ignorance. maybe it's so cute how they wear their perpetual confusion on their face at all times, like a bratty kid who can't navigate the world without mommy or daddy by their side.
of course, though, women could hardly do anything on their own anyway. every time he came across one they'd wail and cry as he grabbed them by the hair and threatened to kill them if they didn't shut the hell up. they'd beg for their lives or scream for someone to save them, but it would only piss him off more at how useless and brainless they tended to be. he just couldn't help but decay them—they were so noisy and whiny, it wasn't his fault.
obviously, shigaraki has neither patience nor experience with women. in fact, he can probably count with two fingers how many times he's had a non-violent interaction with a woman in his entire lifetime. the mere thought of this drives his insecurities to the brink of rage, but it's not his fault women are so unbelievably tasteless in their choice of men. it's their fault he has to go to such lengths to find a decent woman worthy of his presence.
but imagine his delight when he happens upon a listing of you, an immediately attractive foreign woman who used to be an english substitute teacher of all things. he clicks through your pictures with a renewed vigor, his interest piqued as he studies your unique features. eagerly, he scours through your posted information and it turns out that you happen to be exactly the kind of woman he's looking for.
it's a done deal. the transaction takes less than a few minutes and incel!shigaraki couldn't be more pleased with how smoothly it went. he'll have to leave a good review later on, when and if the woman he's just bought has satisfied him.
it takes just one night before shigaraki finds you literally dropped off at his doorstep like an amazon prime package. you’ve clearly been pampered with the way you’re clad in a skimpy maid outfit; your nails, hair, and makeup are all dolled to perfection. you look exactly like you did in the pictures.
and clearly you're wise beyond your years. you don't speak much because of the obvious language barrier, but you do seem to understand a bit of elementary japanese. shigaraki is delighted by your small mutterings of broken japanese—it’s unbelievably cute. sometimes he'll force you to speak in japanese just because he loves watching you struggle with your limited vocabulary.
incel!shigaraki gets attached to you. you're very attractive in his eyes, and he's completely ecstatic that you're all his. a woman he can do whatever he wants with, and no one would dare question him. the immense power trip sends him over the edge.
that being said, the first couple of weeks are still rather... awkward. you're not happy about being in the situation you're in, but you're smart enough to keep that to yourself. you don't fuss when shigaraki orders you to fetch him liquor or tidy up his filthy room, nor do you complain when he commands you to cuddle with him or keep him company while he plays video games.
"[name], c'mere," he'd bark at you, eyes still glued to the tv screen.
"be a good girl and keep my lap warm, hm?"
he'll force you to wear cute lingerie sets like he's seen the women on porn sites do. somehow you look so much better though, and it feels as though you're teasing him with the way you bend over so much while cleaning. the outline of your pussy through the small fabric that stretches over it has him horny in a matter of seconds. you're such a tease, aren't you ashamed? you just can't seem to stay in line.
however, despite all your obvious sexual innuendos towards him, shigaraki gets no relief. he's resorted to jacking off whenever you go to sleep but no matter how hard or how much he cums, there's an itch that can't be scratched with masturbation alone. and the way you're so shy around him is adorable, sure, but your little playing-hard-to-get act wasn't cutting it anymore.
the remedy? incel!shigaraki starts slipping sleeping pills into your food and drinks.
and it doesn't take long for shigaraki to develop a routine of visiting you while you're sleeping. partly to check up on you and assure himself of your presence, but mostly to creep around the edges of the bed and feel you up. you sleep so soundly that you don't even twitch when he fondles your soft breasts or runs his spindly fingers over your curves.
he almost doesn't want to disturb you; you look so peaceful, totally different than the frightened little faces you muster when you're awake. but the bothersome tightness stretching his boxers taut against its stitches makes it hard to resist his urges. anyway, you're simply doing the only thing a woman is good for: using your body to please him.
his breath is hot and heavy, laced with lust and selfish perversion as he defiles you to get himself off. some nights he just sits and admires your beauty, caressing your face with clumsy, inexperienced fingertips. some nights your shirt is pulled up so he can marvel at how nicely your breasts sit in whatever color bra he forced you to wear.
other nights his cock is nestled between them, thrusting like his life depends on it, chasing that euphoric high he gets when he finally spills his seed across your hardening nipples. and other nights shigaraki is even more daring—cute pajama pants and panties below your knees, face buried between your thighs as he explores every inch of your sweet cunt. he knows it's wrong, but so what? he's a villian, that's what makes it feel so right.
when you make faces in your sleep, he's filled with so much genuine affection—it's almost as if you're telling him he's doing a good job. you love it, don't you? he so desperately wants to hear you cry his name in that precious accent of yours and run your hands through his hair as you lavish your praise upon him for making you cream so many times.
he can't keep his eyes off you. so soft and compliant. you're so pretty while he's stuffing his cock into you and relentlessly flicking your little clit, not stopping even when he feels you clench around him like a vice as you orgasm over and over. not stopping even though you're drooling all over the linen sheets and he's came twice already.
"that's right... y-you gonna cum again? you gonna—ngh—cum all over my cock, you dumb whore?"
shigaraki watches with glassy, intrigued eyes as you squirm ever so slightly, face warped into one of undeniable pleasure as he ravages your gushing pussy. you're such a good girl for him, letting him use you as he wishes.
you're the woman he's chosen to give his virginity to. he's so happy and content that when he cums inside of you for the third time, he doesn't pull out. instead, shigaraki gently maneuvers your body so he can spoon you from behind, whispering tender "i love you's" as if he knows what that means. absently grinding his hips because your warmth is so comforting around his sticky, softening dick.
as much as shigaraki wants to stay and pound you into the mattress all night, the sleeping medication doesn't last forever. not to mention the mess you've made; the sheets are completely ruined and your clothes are strewn about on the floor, long forgotten. it's hot in your room and it stinks of his cum and sweat, but it doesn't really matter. the only thing on his mind is you and how he'll ruin you again tomorrow night.
for now, though, he rewards you for being so good by cleaning you up, smirking whenever you unconsciously nuzzle up to his touch. when your clothes are back on, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead and admires your flushed face from the shadows of your bedside. when the sun begins to rise and you stir in your ignorance, he'll sneak out and act as if nothing ever happened.
incel!shigaraki who doesn't deny that you're just another stupid slutty woman, but you're the only woman he'll ever want to cum inside of. when he returns to his room, he remembers to pull up your archived listing on his computer and dazedly taps away at his keyboard.
"10/10 recommend"
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere bnha#yandere bnha x reader#yandere-bnha#yandere shigaraki#shigaraki x reader#yandere mha#yandere hcs#incel shigaraki#yandere shigaraki x reader
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I posted this image last night from MHA 412 — with Izuku down on the ground, literally in All Might’s shadow — and HAD to talk about it more. See, Izuku is remembering himself in All Might’s shadow, but that’s not how the scene actually looked. Izuku is the one imagining that shadow. Nobody is thinking or expecting him to be All Might 2.0 except himself.
Way back in Chapter 97, All Might thinks how Izuku WAS walking in his shadow, but isn’t any longer. And that fact excites him — by the time we get to Kamino, All Might doesn’t WANT Izuku in his shadow. However, All Might doesn’t tell this to Izuku.
When Izuku offers OFA to Mirio, All Might doesn’t interrupt OR say anything to Izuku afterwards. He won’t demand that Izuku be like him or keep OFA. (Also notice Mirio saying Izuku would be sad without his quirk.)
All Might is proud when Izuku learns parallel processing from Endeavor and masters Blackwhip, something All Might never had to contend with and that is unique to Izuku. (Also notice the flashback to All Might saying Izuku earned OFA by being heroic.)
But Izuku doesn’t know any of this. What about when All Might DOES talk to Izuku? WELL IT DOESN’T MATTER BECAUSE IZUKU DOESN’T UNDERSTAND! Going back to the ultimate moves lesson, All Might advises Izuku that he’s stuck trying to emulate All Might (which is the same thing Gran Torino told him before). But our big-brained chosen one MC [affectionate] STILL STRUGGLED FIGURING OUT WHAT ALL MIGHT MEANT. It was genuinely hard for Izuku to grasp All Might’s intent.
You’d think this moment would give Izuku a clue, but no. Izuku’s moves continue to be derived from All Might, and he continues to think he’s “not just copying.” It culminates in the Dark Deku/Villain Hunt arc with Bakugo calling Izuku an All Might wannabe, and Izuku telling 1A that they can’t join his fight because they can’t keep up with the likes of him, Nana, All Might, and Shigaraki. Since then, Izuku has promised not to do things on his own, but we haven’t gotten an update on the idolization front.
Izuku’s idolization and imitation of All Might remains strong even after hearing it directly from Gran Torino and All Might and Bakugo and 1A. It’s obvious to everyone, including All Might, but it’s just … not … to Izuku. What’s truly hilarious is that Izuku will talk back to the vestiges — he mouths off to Second and Fourth, and he withstands Nana’s challenge to kill her grandson (twice as of 412!!). Izuku also challenges Tomura, and even All for One. But not All Might.
After everything, Izuku STILL envisions himself in All Might’s shadow from the moment All Might said he could be a hero and offered OFA to him. For all his status and his “triumphs,” Izuku sees himself as a nerd who needs a quirk — who would be sad without a quirk just like Mirio was — and THAT is what Izuku has yet to overcome. Izuku has never heard anyone tell him very bluntly and directly that he CAN be a hero without a quirk. (And that kind of blunt communication is exactly what he needs because, well, he’s a little slow to change his self-perception. Remember when Toga said she liked him?)
Even though Izuku has seen quirkless Mirio protect Eri…and watched Iron Might and practically quirkless Aizawa fighting…and he knows quirkless Ragdoll helped with planning, and La Brava is playing her role as a computer expert (unrelated to her quirk)…Izuku is going to need to hear, plainly and bluntly, that he IS a hero without OFA. He’s BEEN a hero. He earned OFA “fair and square” in the first place BECAUSE he was a hero. If All Might was a madman for fighting quirkless and being willing to sacrifice his life to live his dream, then Izuku will have to be the craziest hero ever to put his quirk, his life, AND his dream on the line. I’m hoping we get some blunt verbal Izuku appreciation from All Might, Bakugo, 1A, and others so Izuku KNOWS, once and for all (ha!) he is a beloved friend and hero without One For All. Then he can go on to save Tomura (and the world).
#mha 412#bnha 412#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#izuku midoriya#Deku#toshinori yagi#all might#one for all#ofa vestiges#mha meta#bnha meta#my hero academia#boku no hero academia
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Imagine Shigaraki forcibly taking you as his pet and everyone in the League is kinda chill about it — except Spinner.
Tw; abusive behaviour, angst, kidnapping, noncon (implied), yandere
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The others don’t notice the little things he does. They don’t see the marks peeking out beneath your sparse clothing, or the haunted expressions that overtake you when you think no one’s paying attention. He does, though; he blames his perceptive nature.
Unfortunately, noticing these sorts of things are conflicting when the root of the problem is his friend. On one hand, he wants to support Tomura’s pursuits. He’s always believed them to be noble, even if they’ve diverged from rationality. Spinner would proudly declare him a close confidant. On the other, he knows that Stain wouldn’t do something like this to a civilian, and didn’t he enter the League under the premise that he would uphold his ideals? It’s conflicting. But the more he watches Shigaraki traumatize you, the more he realizes he’s condoning something terribly wrong.
So, what does he do? Try to reason with his boss, of course. It’s not like he has any other viable options.
He catches Tomura leaving the dining room one evening. It’s perfect. Everyone else is either asleep or away. The conversation seems to go well at first; then, it takes a spin into the dark side.
It turns out AFO was the one who told him to capture you, that your purpose is stress relief so he can operate the League. Tomura makes it clear that something big is going to happen soon. Things are going to change. He knows what he does to you — how he takes his frustrations out on your mind and body — may not be just, but it’ll help them achieve their goal of overthrowing hero society.
For a moment, Spinner asks himself if the ends justify the means. He ponders what Stain would say, if he were here instead of locked away in Tartarus. Would he say there’s a better way? Would he propose a cleaner execution to achieve the objective?
But Shigaraki is his own man. As much as he wants to compare the two, it’s unjust and incomplete of him. He chooses to trust Tomura’s judgement, even though his gut directs him otherwise.
He’s tries to ignore your whimpers at night, and whenever Tomura gets a bit too rough with you in a tense meeting. He tries to turn a blind eye to the way you glance anxiously around the room of villains, searching for someone who gives a damn — all you get in return is the likes of Dabi leering at you. But what he finds the most difficult to deflect is when you sob as Tomura drags you away, no doubt to his bedroom for a few hours to diffuse his souring mood.
#minors dni#tw noncon#yandere shigaraki#yandere tomura shigaraki#yandere shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x reader#spinner#shuichi iguchi#stain bnha#akaguro chizome#afo bnha#dabi bnha
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Savior
Yan Shigaraki x reader
Warnings: mind break, isolation, sensory deprivation
800 words
He wanted to be perfect for you. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. That's why he agreed to become a guinea pig, to become unstable, a monster. When he becomes a true monster you will sit perfectly in his maw. Not like you knew about any of this. All you knew was that you've spent weeks in near total darkness. Scared, cold, and totally alone.
The room itself was pretty big. A plush king sized bed and soft blankets contrasted by a cold tile floor and gray walls. A table and chair littered with books and papers was the only thing to keep your mind active. The desk barely stood on 3 legs, having been broken after a week of being trapped in this box. There wasn't even a window or door to give false hope of escape.
Black fog oozed out of the wall just like it did every day. At first you would cry and beg for whatever was beyond the void to let you out. Screaming until your throat grew hoarse every day until you ultimately lost your voice. Your throat has healed but you know it's pointless to talk anyway. A hand passed through the darkness and left a bag on the floor and took the bag with yesterday's garbage with it. Clean clothes, some food and water, and a sudoku book. The puzzle was a nice change of pace, something to hold onto so you don't completely lose your mind. The isolation was really getting to you though. Often unable to tell if you said your thoughts out loud or in your head. Sometimes even imagining a voice talking back with you. You weren't sure how much longer you could take this isolation before you truly went insane.
The food always looked good, being a simple but balanced meal. Nothing ever too fancy or too cheap. The clothes were shorts and a t-shirt. Thin but it was fine as long as you stayed on the bed. The single light in the middle of the ceiling was on an automatic timer, and the only thing that sort of what you keep track of how many weeks you've been locked in here. At least that's what you have been using as a daily indicator along with the routine food drop off.
Slowly it felt like more of your will was draining along with your sanity. The craving for another human, for any comfort or companionship was ravenous.
You tried a few more times to talk to the void when it would show up, but all that left was an empty feeling in your heart when you never got a response. Despair, that's what it was. A crushing feeling coupled with the intense feelings of loneliness. All you could do was sit and wait, and wait, and wait…
You were never a religious person but watching the wall crumble to dust made your soul scream. An angel! He had to be an angel! Why else would he come and free you after all those months of soul crushing isolation! Freedom. That's right, he was your freedom. So why couldn't you move?
Your chest started heaving and your hands trembled. You watched your savior through misty eyes as you fell to your knees, your legs no longer able to support your weakened body.
“Hello.” His scratchy voice trilled, filling the silence that's been consuming you for so long. “I've waited so long, so so long to be able to do this..”
He knelt down in front of you and roughly grabbed your arms, the piece of metal attached to his left hand biting into your skin. It was impossible to care about the little details though. Not when his hands felt nice and cool against your hot skin. Not when his voice finally broke your burden of silence. Not when the rough feeling of his lips on your own felt like Nirvana.
You know you recognized him from somewhere. His white fluffy hair and cherry red eyes were distinctive enough, but all of your memories from before the room all felt so far away. If it was important you would remember, right? Well as far as you're concerned your angel is the most important thing in the world right now. He was your world.
He kissed you like a man taking his first drink after a month in the desert. A famished roughness that left you light headed, but you returned the enthusiasm as best you could given your weakened state. It felt like you were being eaten alive. Even if you were though you didn't want to stop him. As long as he kept touching you, as long as he was near you, as long as he stayed with you. You wouldn't care what he did. He was your savior after all.
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Desperation
warnings/tags: nsfw, dark content, dubcon, somnophilia, cunnilingus, panty sniffing, roommate!shigaraki
word count: 2k
You unexpectedly learned what your roommate Shigaraki does late at night; when he snuck into your room under the guise you were asleep, but you were wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Until he came creeping through your door, forcing you to pretend otherwise.
Once the quiet steps ceased, you chanced a peek, watching him rummage through your laundry basket before he grabbed what he was looking for and brought it to his face. He had the crotch of your used underwear pressed to his nose while his other hand palmed at the growing bulge in his pants. Shigaraki ached to relieve the pressure building as he imagined how you would smell straight from the source, failing to catch your shocked gaze on him. You lay stock still, regulating the breaths from your lungs despite the thumping in your chest.
Once he left, you waited a few moments before rushing to lock your door. From that night on, you made sure the lock was in place, and you were glad you did so when you heard the rattling of your doorknob late one night. You made no mention of what happened since you didn't know what to say. So you pretended like nothing was amiss. But you struggled to talk to him or even look at him as that scene replayed in your mind.
The sound of his muffled groans on a loop in your head as his hand dragged up and down his slick cock, making you feel a burst of warmth in your gut. But you brushed it aside and acted as if nothing was wrong.
Until one night, Shigaraki found himself in your room again. The lock on your door did nothing to stop him from getting to you.
He settled between your legs, removing any clothing that posed as a hindrance to what he planned to do to you before spreading your legs, eager to be at the source of his desires. He dove in nose deep and tongue out, lapping at your hole, begging for it to give him more than what he was coaxing from you. His length throbbed against his sweatpants, begging to be free, but he had to taste you. To savor the taste of your arousal seeping into his tastebuds, familiarizing himself with it while he swelled with pride at the fact you were dripping because of him.
His tongue teased every crease of your cunt until you were whining despite being asleep, and he couldn't help but wonder if you were dreaming of him. If you could feel the things he was doing to you in that state, feeling the expanse of his tongue sinking into your pink, fleshy opening before moving to your clit. Loving the way your pearl swelled further at the stimulation. The bud pulsed against his tongue as he sucked and hollowed his mouth around it. His warm, wet mouth suckling your pearl into his mouth and feeling the beat of your heart through your flesh. Which forced a groan from his chest, sending vibrations through your cunt while his mouth slurped your pooling arousal. Beneath him, your body quivered, writhing under his touch as you stirred.
He didn't remove his mouth or slow down as he peered at you, almost waking you, but he didn’t care. He wanted you to know he was the one making you feel good. That he had your cunt throbbing and quivering against his mouth despite your objections. Most of all, he wanted to stay there forever. To keep his mouth sealed around you as you dripped into his mouth like a leaking faucet. And he wanted more, needed more.
He felt his mouth becoming more urgent and incessant against your slick core. His throbbing cock and hunger fueled his actions, and he attempted to swallow you whole. To latch his entire mouth onto your cunt so there was no telling where he ends and you begin.
Shigaraki grew needier by the second. The scent of your arousal acted as an aphrodisiac, hindering the rational part of his brain as he feasted upon you. The backs of your legs sat in the crook of his arms while his fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer to his opened mouth. He could feel the flutter of your walls around his tongue, urging him on, and he wanted nothing more than to taste the sweet gush of your release.
Shigaraki pulled his tongue from you, leaning over your cunt as he lolled his tongue out. His saliva collected at the tip of his tongue before it dripped onto your drenched cunt. He moved back in, swallowing down the mix of your arousal and his spit, wishing you were awake so he could give you a taste of your combined fluids.
Then he heard your once quiet breathy gasps become louder mewls and whines. Your stomach clenching and furling in response to the sensations crashing over you. You were on the brink of waking up, and he had no intentions of stopping. Not now. Not ever. If anything, he increased the urgency and force behind his movements. Desperately mouthing at your cunt, trying to show forth the intensity of his desire. Hoping his actions translated his feelings as he swallowed every drop you had to offer.
Your eyes fluttered open while sleep fought to pull you back under, but you pried your eyes open against the heaviness, shaking off the last bits of drowsiness that lingered. Your blurred vision cleared to show the scene before you. Your shirt was pushed to your chest, resting above your breasts and showcasing your stiff nipples. Then you saw a crimson gaze, practically glowing in your dim room, staring back at you as if they were waiting to catch your attention.
"What the fuck?” Your groggy mind supplied at the sight greeting you.
Shigaraki's lips were wrapped around your clit as he gave a gentle suck that had your stomach shuddering. You moved to push his head away, but he was faster than you, anticipating any resistance so he could snuff it out as he pinned your hand by your side. You tugged against his hold, wondering how he was effortlessly multitasking as his hold didn't falter, much less his mouth. He continued to kiss and mouth at your slick lips, echoing the sounds of his tongue lapping up your arousal.
Despite knowing it was futile, you had to try again. Your free hand settled into his soft, pale hair to pull his head back. But your touch spurred him on, provoking him. The gentle sucking on your swollen clit turned into harsh suctioning. Which had your knees knocking above his head, but he didn't stop. He made sure he had enough space to access you, pulling you even closer as your body twisted within his grip.
“Fuck you taste even better than I imagined,” he said, taking a moment to breathe before resuming his mission. He didn’t even feel the need to pin the hand still in his hair.
There was nothing you could do to remove him from your body, and he made it known as his efforts increased tenfold. He even released your hand, opting to hold your hips instead as your fidgeting grew and the tugging became more incessant. Mewls were the only sounds escaping you as your chest rose and fell in quick breaths as you lay beneath him. Shuddering as you reacted to every pillowy kiss and the stroke of his tongue.
"Why?" You panted, poorly concealed arousal evident in your voice.
He licked and sucked your cunt, triggering more arousal to coat his tongue before he shifted his head to nibble at the crease of your thigh. Not missing the way your breath hitched at the sudden change before he looked at you, finally acknowledging that you had spoken.
"I needed you so badly," he practically whined and your walls tightened around nothing. As if sensing your emptiness, he pressed two fingers inside you, twisting and rubbing that ridged spot to replace the removal of his mouth, and your legs threatened to close. "You smell so good, and I just had to taste you and feel you around my tongue."
That night returned to your mind. Shigaraki in your room with your underwear pressed to his nose while he tugged his aching length, holding back moans to not wake you even though you were well aware, only pretending to be asleep.
Not caring that you didn't reply, Shigaraki removed his fingers and went back to your cunt, "I want to feel you cum."
His mouth resumed its rhythm, feasting on you like you were about to disappear. The flat of his tongue licked your hole, drinking in the steadily pooling arousal before he pushed his tongue in. His tongue reached as far as it could go before wriggling inside you, lapping at your walls until they tightened in response.
Perspiration settled on your chest, and you wondered just how long Shigaraki had been between your legs as your body grew hotter. The aching throb between your thighs gradually worsened, but he wasn’t letting up.
He would stay buried between your legs forever if he could. Like a flip had switched, the hand in his hair went from yanking to simply gripping the shafts of hair for purchase. He couldn't help the pleasure that filled him once he noticed your tugging ceased, and your body went limp within his hold.
Despite yourself, you rolled your hips into his mouth, feeding him more of what he desperately craved as your eyes rolled back. He matched your pace, moving closer to let you grind against his mouth as your hand tugged at his hair again to bring him closer.
"Oh my god. Please just make me cum.” You begged, gyrating against his face due to the endless torment. You were drenched and throbbing against his mouth, and you wanted to release the built-up tension swelling inside you.
“What do you want”
“I want to cum.” You begged, “so badly. I can’t take it anymore.”
The tears welling in your eyes supported your confession as you pleaded for more. Your back arched, raising your chest, and he used that opportunity to brush the pads of his fingers against your brown nipples, stroking the buds back and forth. His fingers played with your pebbled flesh while his mouth slacked against your lips.
"Ride my face."
He stared at you, waiting to see if you would respond. He wanted nothing more than to have you sitting on his face, and you had no reservations about his command as you pushed him down. Matching his heated stare before settling onto his face with your thighs encasing his head. You looked down at the expectant look he wore as Shigaraki controlled himself and made no move to drag you closer.
It was all on you.
Shigaraki opened his mouth in preparation, and that was all you needed. You aligned your cunt with his gaping mouth, brushing your hips towards his face, and nearly keeled over when his tongue brushed your needy clit. You leaned forward to brace yourself, allowing your desire to fuel your actions as you ground against his mouth, letting him taste your fueling lust.
You couldn't stop the whines that welled in your throat and spilled out as his tongue grazed your clit again and again. Your hips had a mind of their own as they moved in closer to gain more friction, and Shigaraki responded, following your lead so you could get what you wanted.
Then his hands wrapped around your thighs, holding you to his mouth as he suctioned your entire cunt. Tremors ran through your body, and you couldn't stop his name from falling from your lips.
"Shigaraki, please," you begged mindlessly, grinding into his frantic tongue. The only thought you had was to cum, and you were so close to the edge. Answering your plea Shigaraki focused on your clit, feeling it throb and pulse with need against his wet, messy tongue. His tongue lapped at your clenching hole as you leaked pathetically, swallowing the taste of your desire as it filled his mouth before returning to your clit. Your walls clenched in anticipation, preparing to release everything you had to offer into his awaiting mouth.
His mouth suctioned your clit, suckling as it swelled further, and he could practically hear your pulse. Above him, you stilled before tremors overtook you, making your gut twist and your walls spasm in pulses. Whimpers sounded from you as Shigaraki held on, keeping your cunt in his mouth as he swallowed every drop from the gush you released.
He didn't pull away until your body went limp. Then he sat up, moving you to his lap where you felt his throbbing cock pressed against you. You could see your arousal coating his mouth, and he looked so content and satisfied as if he orgasmed.
"You taste so good," he repeated before pulling you in. His lips connected to yours, and your combined taste melted in your mouth as you swallowed around his tongue.
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also absolutely ruining tomura whilst he's at his desk playing games god I miss s1-s3 him so baaad 😭 please god. sitting on his lap. can u imagine
Smut. 18+. Biting.
You’re not exactly surprised when you’re kidnapped by the League of Villains. As the sister of a prominent hero, you always knew something like this could happen. It’s a threat understood by everyone closely related to heroes. You are surprised, however, by the fact that none of them have mistreated you.
They tied you up in what looks like a bar, and the members take turns “babysitting” you, as they call it (even though you’re a college student). None of them have been particularly rough with you. They let you go to the bathroom when you ask and give you privacy to do your business. They even let you take a shower after a couple of days. It strikes you as ironic that you’ve been groped by at least two different minor heroes, but not one of these villains has touched you inappropriately. Your friend teasingly said you have an “erotic figure”, but that didn’t make it okay for a random sidekick to keep “accidentally” brushing against your chest with his arm. Threatening to tell your sister about it put a stop to that behavior, but you were annoyed that it happened in the first place.
At most, a few of the villains have occasionally stared at your chest from a distance, but they at least have the decency to look away awkwardly when caught. To be honest, it’s almost cute. You do want to go home though, and you keep asking how long they plan to keep you here. “Until we’re done with you,” the one with piercings and tons of scars tells you. On the first day, the only girl in the group drew a vial of your blood. You’re not sure what her deal is, but they obviously have some sort of nefarious scheme in place. Eh, it’s none of your business.
The only member you haven’t been alone with, who has yet to take a turn “babysitting” you, is their apparent leader. The one they call Shigaraki. He spends most of his time in his room, and when he does come out, he seems irritable. None of the members seem to get along all that well, but they don’t seem to hate each other either. Somehow though, they mostly listen to what he has to say.
Tonight all of the members are out doing who knows what, except for Shigaraki, who is in his room with the door shut, and the one they call Dabi, who has been sitting on the couch watching tv. After an hour, he sighs and looks over at you, then stands up and says, “Come on.”
You get up, with some effort since your hands are tied together in front of you, and follow him into the hall. He stops outside Shigaraki’s door, knocks twice, then opens it before an answer comes. He strides into the room, you following somewhat hesitantly.
The room is a mess, though no more messy than any other single 20-something guy’s room. There’s trash here and there in the floor, mostly the packaging from various snacks, and the bed looks like it’s never been made even once. The room is dark, lit only by a television with the sound turned off and two computer monitors on Shigaraki’s desk, where he’s currently sitting.
His chair swivels around to face you and Dabi as you walk in. Behind him, you can see the pause menu of a game. It looks pretty familiar, but you’re not close enough to make out details. “What is it?” he asks, annoyance clear in his voice.
Dabi takes your arm and pulls you further into the room. It’s not a particularly rough action, but not a gentle one either. “It’s your turn to babysit her tonight,” Dabi says to his leader.
Shigaraki’s eyes flick to you, then back to Dabi. “I thought you had her tonight.”
“Yeah, but I have shit to do. You haven’t taken a turn yet. All you’re doing is playing games.”
Shigaraki waves one had in dismissive gesture as he swivels back to face his game and says, “Whatever. Just put her in the corner.”
Dabi points to a somewhat empty corner of the room and says, “Stay there until someone comes to get you.”
You shrug and walk over to the indicated spot, then you slide down the wall to sit on the floor. Dabi leaves, shutting the door behind him, and you’re left alone with the leader of the League of Villains.
For the first thirty minutes or so, Shigaraki completely ignores you. It’s like you’re not even there. But you can hear the sounds from his game, and you realize it’s one you know very well. In fact, you know it so well that, even without seeing the screen, you can tell exactly what boss he’s been trying to beat this whole time just by sound alone. And by the fact that he keeps repeating the fight, he seems to be struggling.
You stand up and edge closer, trying to get a good view so you can see what the problem is. Once you can see the monitor displaying the game, you watch for a few minutes before saying, “You’re not using fire spells?”
The words slipped out before you really thought them through, and Shigaraki spins around to look at you, as if he’d forgotten he wasn’t alone in the room.
“Huh?”
You take a few steps closer. “You have to use fire spells. You didn’t know?”
His momentary surprise at the sound of your voice clears away for irritation. “This is a fire monster. Why would I use fire spells against him?”
“Right after he uses his Hellfire attack, he slumps down for a few seconds, right? That’s when he’s weak to fire. If you hit him with fire spells then, they do massive damage.”
Shigaraki stares at you for a moment, then quickly spins back around to retry the fight. He follows your advice this time, spamming fire spells while the monster on screen is slumped down. After just a few rounds, the monster dies, and the battle is won. By reflex, you pat his shoulder with your tied-together hands and say, “You did it!”
When he looks back at you, you freeze. You’re so used to congratulating friends when they get through a tough spot in a game that you just casually did it to him. “Ah, sorry. I’m in a gaming group at my college. We play this game a lot.”
To your relief, he doesn’t seem offended by your actions. “Thanks for the tip,” he says dryly before continuing with his game.
You hover nearby, watching him play. This is the most entertainment you’ve had since you got here. The others don’t watch much television in the bar area, and when they do it’s usually just the news. Shigaraki doesn’t seem to mind you watching. Occasionally he glances back to see if you’re still standing there, and that’s when you realize… this is the first night you’ve seen him without a hand on his face. And actually, he’s pretty cute!
The next few nights, you end up dumped off in his room. He doesn’t complain when one of the other members drags you in there, and he even speaks to you every so often in response to comments you make about the game. On the third night, you pull a lumpy pillow off his bed and use it as a cushion to sit on the floor beside him so you can watch him play. He looks at the pillow as you flop it down but he doesn’t say anything about it. Apparently he doesn’t mind.
By the fifth night, the two of you are actually having brief conversations about the game. He even gave you the controller once so you could show him a cool glitch your friends discovered. After handing him back the controller, he tried the glitch himself, and actually grinned when it worked.
He’s so cute! You’ve made up your mind. You’re going to seduce Shigaraki Tomura. Maybe he’ll let you go if you rock his world. Oh, who are you kidding? You’re just looking for an excuse. You want to fuck this guy.
You put your plan in motion the next day. You insist on a shower, and complain that you have no clean clothes to change into. The other members of the League begin discussing whether or not they should buy you something, with Dabi cruelly suggesting they just grab you some sweatpants and a tshirt at a nearby convenience store.
“Couldn’t I just wear something of Toga’s?” you ask.
Toga perks up. “I don’t mind! She’d probably look really cute in a school uniform!”
There are a few awkward glances at you and slightly pink faces as the guys all seem to be imagining you dressed as a schoolgirl.
“Thanks, Toga!” you say brightly.
You wait to take your shower just before evening, when you know you’ll be taken to Shigaraki’s room. You put on the outfit Toga laid out for you, grinning in the mirror at how tight it is across your chest, the buttons threatening to burst open. The skirt is entirely too short, showing way more of your thighs than you normally display. Your hair is damp, just enough to look sexy. Perfect.
When Toga takes you to Shigaraki’s room, she proudly draws attention to your appearance. “Tadaa! Look how cute she is in my clothes!”
Shigaraki turns in his chair, and his eyes go wide. He stares for a moment, unblinking, not speaking. Then he clears his throat and says, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”
Toga leaves, and you walk over to his desk. You lean over him, looking at the screen. “What part are you at today?”
He glances up at you, his eyes sliding down to your cleavage and then back up to your face. “Uh… I’m in… the ice cave..” he says, clearly very distracted.
“Oh, I love the ice cave! It’s my favorite dungeon! Do you mind if I play for a just a little while?”
Shigaraki reaches you the controller. “Sure.”
You play for a few minutes while standing beside his chair, then you make your move. You squeeze in between him and the desk and plop down on his lap. “It’s hard to see the screen well if I’m standing up,” you say.
Shigaraki tenses beneath you, and you hear him make a sound similar to a small gasp.
“Oh, sorry, does this bother you?” you ask, twisting around to look at his face. You make sure your ass rubs into his crotch when you do it.
“Uh, no. It’s fine,” he says, staring at the screen, obviously trying hard to pay attention to the game.
“Great,” you say, turning back to the game, “because your lap is way more comfy than your pillow.”
You spend the next few minutes fighting your way through the ice cave, wiggling and moving around in his lap as much as you can without being too obvious about what you’re doing. And just when you feel something hard begin to press against your ass, you give him back the controller.
“Here, I think I’d rather watch you play.”
“Huh?” he asks, as if he forgot you were even playing a game. “Oh, okay.” He takes the controller and begins playing, though he keeps making mistakes and has to restart the area twice.
You decide to drop a bombshell. “It was really nice of Toga to loan me some clothes,” you say. “It’s just a shame she didn’t give me any underwear to put on until mine get done in the wash.”
The controller slips from Shigaraki’s hands and clatters to the floor. His onscreen character screams as monsters attack the now defenseless avatar. You twist again to look at him.
“What’s wrong?”
He’s staring at you, his eyes shifting from your face to the general area of your ass. Your skirt is already short, but it’s ridden up a few inches while you’ve been sitting here. It’s dangerously close to showing everything you have.
Suddenly his eyes narrow and he looks at you with suspicion. “What are you trying to do?” he asks in a low voice.
“Isn’t it obvious?” you ask him, turning fully around so that your legs dangle on either side of his waist. “I’m trying to seduce you.”
His face reddens slightly and he looks away from your face. “Why? You think I’ll let you go if you do this?”
“Not really. I just think you’re cute and I wanna fuck you.”
His eyes dart back to your face. He looks at you for a moment, perhaps judging your sincerity. Then he grins and says, “So fuck me then.”
You grin back, unbuttoning the too-tight shirt and letting your breasts pop freely from the fabric. Shigaraki’s hands are on them before he even has time to enjoy the view. He’s being careful with his fingers, and you figure it has something to do with his quirk. After a few moments, he leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, his chapped lips scratching across the sensitive skin. You lift one hand and bury it in his hair as his tongue traces circles around the bud of flesh.
Your other hand is working at his pants, trying to get them open. He uses one hand to reach down and help you, finally freeing his fully hard cock. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t have any underwear on, and you slide forward to rub your bare pussy against his erection, His breath quickens when he feels how wet you are, and he bites your nipple, just hard enough to make you moan and grip his hair tightly.
He pulls back and looks down, seems irritated that the skirt is blocking his view, and suddenly rips it away. You laugh and say, “You’ll have to apologize to Toga,”
He’s staring at the spot where your bodies are touching, watching you rub your wetness up and down his length. “She’ll get over it,” he mumbles, before pressing one finger into your folds, gathering your dripping arousal, and then putting that finger in his mouth. The action only makes you even wetter, so you raise up just enough to position his cock at your entrance, then drop back down. You’re so slick that he slides all the way in, completely filling you up with his surprising size.
Shigaraki groans, closing his eyes and seeming to just enjoy the feel of you. A sneaking suspicion appears in your mind. Is he a virgin? He definitely has that vibe. Gamer guy who hangs around in his room all day? You feel giddy at the thought that you’re popping his cherry. He’s so unbelievably cute.
But then he surprises you by opening his eyes and pulling your face close to his. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue into your mouth while one of his hands grips your hair and the other is pressing four fingers into your thigh so hard that they’re sure to leave bruises. For a virgin, he’s sure figured out what makes you moan awfully fast.
In response, you begin moving up and down, fucking him as fast and hard as you can, clenching yourself around him. He’s breathing so hard he has to break the kiss, but his hands are still gripping you like a vice, You watch his face, all the wonderful expressions he’s making, the desire in his red eyes.
He pulls your head back by your hair and kisses your neck, then bites the soft skin there. It feels like his teeth broke the skin, and you moan again, feeling your pleasure intensify. It ripples up from your core, spreading through your body, and you climax just as he kisses your mouth again.
A few minutes later, Shigaraki carefully lifts you off him before he cums, shooting his seed all over your stomach and breasts. You look him in the eyes as you scoop up some of it on your fingers and put them in your mouth, making a show of savoring the taste of him.
You slide off his lap and glance around for something to put on. Toga’s skirt is ruined, and you’re pretty sure some of Shigaraki’s cum got on the borrowed shirt.
Shigaraki is leaned back in his chair, panting. He lifts a hand and points toward his closet. “Just wear something of mine,” he says.
You end up wearing a pair of black pants and a hoodie. The fabric is soft against your naked skin and, to your surprise, smells clean. You walk over and plop down on the pillow you placed on the floor. Shigaraki is already playing his game again, but he pauses it and looks over at you. “I thought you said my lap was more comfortable.”
You grin. “If I keep sitting in your lap, you’ll never get through this level.”
He grins back. “Try me.”
You laugh and stand up, then ease yourself back into his lap as he unpauses the game. You don’t know how much longer you’ll be the League’s “captive”, but you’re starting to think it’s not so bad after all.
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ANON SAYS: I am so feral for Yandere! Shigiraki who loves you so much but doesn’t know how to show it so he kidnaps you and fuck you until both of you cum 🥺🥺
A/N: lovesick incel bastard Shiggy be liek BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
CONTENT WARNING: non con, dark content, yandere, kidnapping, disgusting gross creep Shigaraki (17+)
Disgusting. Dirty, dirty, dirty—it made your stomach churned with the way he breathed against the back of your neck, razors–like teeth grazing against you before sinking them into your skin, sucking the sweat off of your nape.
You didn’t even know how you ended up here, cunt dripping with mixed cum and a cock bullying itself in and out of you nonstop. Weren’t you just sleeping on your bed after work? So why did you end up in this room that reeked of sweat and sex, raped by a stranger who couldn't stop mumbling about how much he loves you.
His hand was sticky, palm salty and calloused over your mouth as he let one of his finger stick up into the air. You let out a sob as his tongue licked a long strip on your shoulder and you thought you heard him moan with the way your voice crack into a pathetic cry before your tears slipped down your trails stained cheeks.
“D-Don’t cry. Just be good—fuck—” the male groaned beneath his breath, arm over your waist tightening more that before; hold so tight you could imagine bile crawling up your throat anytime soon.
His pace was inconsistent, sloppy one second and harsh the next as he slipped in and out of you, fat tip brushing against your sensitive cervix each time he buries the whole of his length inside of your cum–filled cunt.
You could feel the next wave of pleasure slowly building up in your tummy, and you absolutely hated the way your pussy clenched down onto him, sucking him deeper into your warmth; as if your cunt was welcoming him inside of you while your mind screamed to stop.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum, baby. C-Cummin’ again—” you shook your head to his words, fingers attempting to pry his hands off of you before you feel your own muscles tensing up, thighs shaking as the both of your cum came gushing out of your pulsing pussy.
You let out a pitched cry once again, not even sure whether it was for beg him to let you go or it was out of pleasure with the way he fucked you. Perhaps it was both; and you’re confused with whether you should be feeling this way. What should you do? And most importantly, what do you want?
“Good girl, I-I love you so much,” he panted, still deep inside of you as his hands groped all over your body, feeling your skin soft and smooth under his rough hands. You cringed as he trailed his fingers down between your thighs, rubbing over your sore core before you feel his cock hardening again. “Let me play with you a little more, okay?”
You didn’t know what to do or how should you feel, but all you want is to submit into him and let him fuck another orgasm into you.
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HEADACHE | TOMURA SHIGARAKI X READER
He's not feeling good, and even though he doesn't like to be so vulnerable in front of others, he reclutantly lets you take care of him.
Genre: Fluff, hurt to comfort.
TW: None.
WC: 1367.
You were walking down the halls of the building you were staying in, wandering around without a real destination in absence of tasks to complete or hobbies to spend some time on.
The corridors were infinite, and even though you normally preferred other activities, exploring that labirint-like hotel was almost entertaining at that point.
The enormous residence was empty, except for you and the rest of the members of the League of Villains. Kurogiri was nowhere to be found (like half of the times you searched for him - the rest of the time he was behind the bar counter), Dabi was out on a minor mission and you didn't know when he would return, Toga and Twice were playing cards together, and the others weren't so interesting, to be honest. Except for Tomura, who was also nowhere to be found, at least in the leisure areas of the hotel.
His mood was terrible those days. While you were the only one he wouldn't openly and immediately reject - the only one he really was interested in, the only one he cared about and liked to spend some time with - now you were nothing but another bug to avoid. And it hurt. But why was he treating you like that?
You were sure there was something on. He probably wasn't feeling well - you knew he wasn't. But every time you tried to talk to him, he got angry and screamed at you, slamming the door of his room right in front of you.
Still walking around the corridors, you huffed, demoralized. Then, after contemplating your situation for a while, you stopped your stroll and started walking in the opposite direction with your head held high and a renewed determined expression on your face.
Once you reached your destination, you knocked on the door in front of you a few times and, as you imagined, no one answered.
You knocked again, and again. After some time, an angrily annoyed yell: "Go the fuck away!".
Determined not to feel bad again without even knowing your faults, you rolled your eyes and patiently called his name.
"Tomura, open the door".
He didn't answer, so you tried again.
"Tomura?".
A loud thud coming from right behind the door. You jumped a little, not expecting it, but recomposed yourself quickly.
"Fuck!". Mixed with rage, you could feel immediate regret in his voice. He had probably broken something important.
"Tomura, please let me in".
Silence, again. This time, however, you tried to force the handle, not caring much about his imminent reaction.
You heard his heavy steps getting closer to you and a while later the door opened, revealing a stressed out Tomura with dark circles more evident than usual under his crimson eyes.
You were right, he wasn't feeling good.
"The fuck do you want?".
"I worried a lot about you. How are you?", you asked.
"Fuck you". He tried to close the door but you didn't let him - which of course bothered him.
"Tomura, look me in the eyes. I didn't do anything to you. Why are you avoiding me?"
He huffed, irritated, and tilted his head back, nerves on edge.
"Leave me alone".
"I won't".
"If you don't leave I swear I'll kill you".
"Do it, then". You looked at him straight in the eyes, and he stayed silent.
"Could you let me enter?", you tried again, noticing that he had calmed down a bit.
He didn't respond. Instead, he turned his back to you and walked in the direction of his bed, leaving the door open for you to enter.
As you closed the door behind you, he laid in bed bringing his knees close to his chest in a fetal position.
The room was a complete chaos, even worse than the other times. A few steps away from you there was a broken controller, the object he must have been throwing at you a few moments before.
You sat down next to him and placed a hand on his hip, caressing him comfortably, in sign you weren't there to annoy or bother him on purpose, and that you were there for him whenever he felt like venting to you.
"My headache is worse these days", he said at a certain point, without you asking first - which was a good sign, the very first positive turn after days spent trying to break his hard shell.
"You should have told me, I would have tried to help you way sooner".
"I don't like people seeing me this vulnerable".
"It's okay if they care about you and you do the same with them".
He shrugged but said nothing.
You looked around the room and noticed that there was a video game playing on the computer.
"Were you playing videogames?".
"You can see it with your own eyes".
"Tomura, you know that videogames only make migraines and headaches worse when you already have them frequently...".
"Ah, fuck you", he said with his eyes closed in a grimace of pain. "Nothing changes anyway".
You sighed and got up to turn off the computer, and once again he didn't say anything. Probably in this case you were doing him a favor, since he had the strength to do very little at that moment.
You sat back next to him and looked at him for a few moments.
"Green lights are said to help with headaches. It's different for everyone, but do you want to give it a try anyway?".
"Whatever".
You turned off the main light in the room and on the LEDs, setting them to green.
"I'll go get you some paracetamol, I'll be back in a minute. Don't move", you said. "As if I planned to go away": he gave you that exact look.
You left him in his room for a moment while you went out to get the medicine. Once you got it, you returned to him with a white pill and a glass of water.
"Here you go, take it".
He swallowed it and thanked you, not moving much from his lying position.
"Tomura, come here", you asked after a while.
He turned his body partially towards your direction, looking at you in confusion. In the meantime you had sat next to him again, with your upper back leaning against the bed headboard.
"Why?".
"Just come here".
He huffed but followed your instructions anyway.
"And now?".
"Lay down on me, I'll give you a massage".
He shifted his body weight closer to you until he was positioned between your legs, then rested his chest on your belly and his head just above your heart.
"You're lucky, you know? I'd pay to have someone like me to take care of me when I feel bad".
He mumbled something, probably some insult, and hearing you mimicking him, he pinched your hip with two of his fingers - not too hard, since he was practically half dead.
You let out a chuckle, and then started massaging Tomura's shoulders, gradually working your way up to the back of his neck and then his head.
He was completely relaxed on your body, you could feel his muscles melting under your touch.
On the edge of the bed you noticed a crumpled blanket and, feeling a little cold, you reached out to pick it up. You spread it with your arms and laid it on your bodies, almost immediately feeling the relief of having something warm on your skin.
"Feeling a little better?", you asked after a while, still massaging his head, fingers tracing his scalp and occasionally playing with his cerulean locks.
"Kinda", his sleepy voice answered.
"Were you sleeping?".
"No".
"Try now. Seeing those black circles under your eyes, I doubt you've had any sleep for days".
He made himself more comfortable on you and sighed.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you before".
"Excuse me, what? I didn't hear that".
"Fuck you".
You chuckled, enjoying his borderline reactions.
"You're excused, by the way. Next time you feel bad, tell me. I'll try my best to help".
"Yeah, whatever".
You kissed his forehead and gave his figure a warm hug.
And he, for the first time in days, fell asleep in your arms, his headache mostly gone.
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