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Incel shiggy kidnaps idol reader
Or rents lookalike idol reader (and he does what he wants with her bc this is the closest hell ever get) (then gives a fat check accompanying his fat load)
God, so many thoughts… head in hands rn/pos
Couldn’t decide on which one I like more, so here’s both kinda. Part two to this. Also, I’m assuming that by lookalike, you mean a sex worker who cosplays as the reader? I hope this is to your liking!
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CW/TW: Implied Kidnapping, Shigaraki is an incel so his opinions of sex workers are Not Great, I’m very new to writing smut
Shiggy tries hiring lookalikes but they never compare to you. You’re pure, a saint- no, goddess among men. These whores simply use your likeness to make a quick buck off of filthy nobodies like him. But sometimes a toy isn’t enough.
He hires one he finds on a porn site. They’re a convincing lookalike, even going so far as to mimic your voice. Even though you don’t talk like that. She laughs at a subpar joke he made, her laugh high and shrill, closer to a shriek than your angelic voice.
He brings her home while everyone else is out or in their rooms. He’s already been flamed by Dabi for spending so much on chicks that look like you, just thinking about it pisses him off.
He drags her into the room by her arm, ignoring her whining about his grip. When they get to his room, he tosses her on the bed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock without looking at her.
She has on a pair of themed panties with little bows on them. She says her “best friend” got them for her. They’re themed after that damn boy idol group. Specifically, the boy who’s constantly touching you or making you laugh. That little shit has no fucking right being pressed up against your cunt, themed underwear or not.
Shigaraki turns her panties to dust, kneeling down until he’s face to face with her pussy. He shoves his face in, licking her slit and plunging his tongue into her hole. He wanted to practice before the real thing. He knew that one day you would be his, and he needed to be sure that he was your best. Plus, he found that he actually enjoyed eating pussy. He knew once you two were together, he’d be buried between your thighs 24/7.
He sped up his tongue as her moans got louder, circling her clit and tapping it before going back to her soaked hole. She sounded fake at first, but soon her voice became genuine as her orgasm approached.
Shigaraki flipped her onto her back before dropping back to his knees. He showed no mercy, sucking her clit into his mouth and licking it in tighter circles as his fingers plunged inside of her. With one final suck, her thighs clamped around his head as her orgasm crashed into her.
He forces her legs apart as he lines himself up and fully sheathes himself in one harsh thrust. Her legs clamp around him as he sets an unforgiving pace. His dick has an extreme upward curve, and his position keeps hitting her g-spot without even trying.
She’s teary eyed at this point, begging him for more. He grabs her thighs and pushes them until her knees are by her ears, leaning down until their breaths were mixing.
He leans further and licks a stripe up her throat, biting just below her jaw. "Gonna breed this nasty cunt. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says, lips pulled into a sneer.
“Yes, Ohmyfuckinggod please cum in me. I need it please oh my god oh fuck." Just another way she wasn’t you. You’d beg him to pull out. But it didn’t matter. He was too close to complain.
With a final cry into the musky air, her cunt clamps down on his cock. He groans, his hips stuttering as he presses himself flush with her hips, spurting out rope after warm, thick rope of cum into her pussy.
He stays inside for a few seconds before he pulls out, watching the globs roll out of her abused cunt. He doesn’t snap a picture, instead leaving $1,500 on the nightstand next to her before leaving to clean himself up.
He’s scrolling on his phone a little while later when he sees you’ve posted to your Twitter again. Your group is going to be returning to the city in three weeks and holding a concert the day of their return. You’re posting about how you can’t wait to be reunited with your beloved pet cat and sleep in your bed again.
Shiggy gets tickets to the concert and decides to follow the car the group came in to your house. After everyone has gotten to their homes, you are dropped off last at a fancy looking apartment. Shiggy watches you enter the building and watches the windows to see which light turns on.
You’re high up, but that doesn’t deter him.
He walks into the building, trying his best to not draw attention to himself as he climbs the stairs. He reaches your floor with great effort. He really should exercise more. He leans on the wall next to the elevator to catch his breath.
While he’s standing there, a guy in a Pizza Hut uniform walks out of the elevator, looking around.
“Hey, do you live here?” He asks, tilting his head. Shigaraki stiffens, trying to not look guilty.
“I’m trying to find room 816. Someone ordered a pizza, garlic bread, and soda. Big soda too, they must have a pretty severe sweet tooth.” He continues, trying to make small talk. Shiggy pushes himself from the wall, motioning for the man to follow. He leads him to a supply closet on the floor, pushing him inside when he hesitates. He snatches the boxes in his hand, placing it on a shelf.
“Wait, what the fuck?” The delivery man turns to Shigaraki, “Nice prank, ha-ha. Now where is Room 81-“
Shigaraki grabs the man’s neck, careful to avoid his clothes. The man’s eyes grow to the size of dinner plates before shooting to Shigaraki’ wrist, desperately trying to claw his hand off like a rat in a glue trap. With a pitiful gasp, he crumbled to dust, leaving just his clothes.
Shigaraki emerged from the closet a few minutes later and approached your door, knocking. You opened the door clad in only a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized top, flashing him a smile.
“Ah! My order! Thank you! Come in and place it on the table, I’ll get the money!”
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Incel!Shigaraki x reader Headcannons
Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader | Rating: M | Words: n/a | genre: smut
A/N: Soooooo, writing these actually gave me the best idea for a scenario 🥴 just in love with the idea of touch starved and incredibly horny Incel!Shigaraki fixating on a girl and attempting to force her into submission, only to find out she had been craving him just as much as he was
Incel!Shigaraki that notices you in public one day when he was out at the mall buying a new video game, unable to tear his eyes away from your suggestively lewd outfit, deciding that a beautiful girl dressed like that in public wanted, no needed, his greedy eyes to objectify you. Shigaraki couldn’t usually have cared less about other people when he went out in public. They didnt share the same intelligence level or tenacity he did, and besides, they would all submit to The League of Villains in due time anyways; there was no point in trying to converse with any of them. That was, at least, until he stopped by the mall one day to pick up the newest edition of a game that had just been released, and his eyes couldn’t help but lock onto your voluptuous figure. It’s not like it was his fault he was staring, in that short skirt and tight tank top you were practically naked. He could even tell you weren’t wearing a bra as his eyes followed each bounce and jiggle of your chest as you walked over to the Nintendo Switch games. Still mesmerized, he watched you from across the store, and his heart began to pick up when you bent down to retrieve Cooking Mama on the bottom row, allowing him to catch a quick glimpse of your underwear. Feeling the twitch in his pants, he was unable to tear his eyes away from you- even when your gaze met his. What really sealed your fate, however, was the fact that upon meeting his eyes, you had the audacity to smirk at his actions. It was then that Tomura decided you needed to be taught a lesson.
Incel!Shigaraki who begins to stalk you in his free time, watching with distain every time he saw you talking to another guy he had never seen before Watching you giggle and playfully hit the male companion who sat next to you at the food court made Shigarakis skin boil. He knew that there was no way you were actually laughing that hard at anything that guy had to say; You were just being the slutty little girl that you were, probably craving and aching between your legs in ways that you should only be doing for him. Shigarakis grimace continued as he fumed from the corner where he sat watching, scratching at his neck and trying not to let his explosive anger get in the way of his careful planning.
Incel!Shigaraki who finally, after observing you for weeks, makes his move when he sees you alone one day buying bubble tea, and despite his inexperience, actually does a phenomenal job playing the part of a charmer. “Why don’t you come back with me for a bite to eat?” He says, voice laced with something that you can’t quite put your finger on. “I know this great hole in the wall and besides,” pulling his hood back a bit so you can more clearly see his features, you saw the ghost of a smile that was almost sinister tugging at his scarred lips, “we’ll be able to talk more privately there.”
Incel!Shigaraki who has never had sex, but wastes no time fulfilling his darkest and roughest desires, living out fantasies he had only ever seen on porn, never imaging he would be blessed with such a beautiful, obedient little whore of his own He stared down with an almost incredulous look on his face as he watched you slink down in front of him with your beautiful ass perched high in the air, your slick entrance shining in the low light of the room just begging for him to finally enter. He shoved himself inside clumsily and with force you weren’t expecting, making you cry out as he filled your aching cunt. You heard him breathing heavily, and he declined to move at first. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw his eyes basking in the sight before him. His hands were gripping your ass and shaking it, even giving small slaps watching your fat jiggle in a way more delectable than he ever could have imagined. When he watched porn he always imagined what it would actually be like to have a beautiful woman under him, complacent and begging for his touch; But the reality proved to be so much better than he ever could have thought. Seemingly coming back to reality after his quick daydream, he pulled out ever so slowly, before slamming into you with even more force than before. “____,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, “scream my name.”
Incel!Shigaraki who stares almost too intently at your stark naked form, just drinking in the erotic sight of your curves and soft skin, making you blush a bit and serving to make you feel sexy and a little more confident than you usually would
Incel!Shigaraki who talks a big game, but ends up inevitably going too hard too fast after he finally stuck it in, involuntarily cumming inside you with delicious whimpers of his own Shigarakis ferocious and sporadic thrusts culminated suddenly with an almost violent stop, and he laid his body across your back as you stayed on your hands and knees on the bed. Feeling his dry lips brush your neck with a sloppy kiss caused you to relax, and you felt his length beginning to soften inside you. “Fuck, ____.” His whispers danced lightly across the sensitive skin behind your ear, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the proximity between you two at the moment. “Your pretty pussy was squeezing my dick so good I came faster than I expected.” Then, he snaked his arms around your waist, grabbing your hips, and flipping you two so you both lay on your backs with you cuddled up to his side snuggly. Though just as you were about to let the aftermath haziness of your release lull you into a deep sleep in Tomouras arms, he brushed some of your messy locks behind your ear as he whispered, “I hope you’re ready for round 2.”
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He's so pretty
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i’m here for my reward
can shiggy please piss in my mouth 🙏🏼
thank you yannie ♡
Are you sure you don’t want the kidney too? One incel depraved Shiggy comin’ up♡ Tbh I’ve had this fantasy for a while in my keep for later box. Might expand upon later for all his kinks!
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Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader
CW: Incel Gamer Shiggy • NSFW • Piss Swallowing • Piss Kink • Oral (M) • Degradation (F) • Humiliation (F) • Sub! Reader • DubCon (¿) • Praise (F) • Masturbation (F) • Shiggy is a disgusting dirtbag whom I love ♡
The clicking of the controller was beginning to grate on your nerves.
Your eyes left the phone screen in your hand, tracking his form hunched over in his gaming chair. He hadn’t moved in nearly five hours, still in the same position as when you’d returned home.
Clicking your tongue, you decided it was up to you to save his spine. Only thing that could pull him from this new game was either sex or a blowjob. You still ached from last night, his handling ruthless as he fucked his frustration out on you.
Not that you minded.
Slipping from the bed and your warm cocoon, you padded over stained carpet and kicked aside a few leftover takeout containers to reach his perch in front of the Tv. The room dark without the bright HD flat screen illuminating the space with whatever zombie horror game he was playing. His dark hoodie pulled over his greasy locks, his sweat pants low on his hips with his feet glued to the chair. He couldn’t have been comfortable, but it hardly mattered as you dropped to your knees in front of his chair, not blocking the screen. Least you incur his rage for making him lose.
He’s already lost a multitude of times now, frustration mounting similarly to yesterday, but with a renewed vigor to beat this level.
Even with your pretty face trying to get between his legs, he hardly acknowledges you. When your soft hands reach for his waist band, he’s even helpful in allowing you to tug them down. Normally he’d have glanced down by now, taken in your sultry gaze and sneered. His eyes remain glued to the screen, hands deftly moving as he actually begins advancing.
You’re sold. Happily gripping his half hard cock in your hands, giving a few pumps as he begins to swell fully, girth and length growing under your touch. You know better than to tease him, not now at least. You don’t hesitate to lean into his lap, his torso straightening to allow you closer. Your wet hot mouth breathing over his twitching reddened cock head, the musk and sweat from gaming all day without moving not the most pleasant. It doesn’t matter, your tongue flicking out to lick from the base, over a thick vein which runs from under his shaft, and up to the soft head where you swirl over the slit. Drooling over his cock and slicking him up nicely, earning a low groan and grunt as you swallow half of him. He doesn’t buck or force you further, and you’re even more emboldened as you slowly begin to work him in your mouth, flattening your tongue and allowing your breathing to lengthen. Taking deeper breathes in and slowly letting it out as you finally feel a low burn in your throat as your lips touch wiry deep blue pubic hair. Your nose nuzzling in as you finally take him completely into your throat.
Normally he’d ruin it. Push your head or grind too deep and force you up to cough and suck in air while panicked.
He seems too focused and concentrated to bother with you though, and it’s a good opportunity to enjoy giving him head instead of fighting not to pass out while he face fucks you. Languidly letting your tongue move around his cock, you begin a rhythmic bobbing motion, finding a calmness to this sort of intimacy. It even has your cunt throbbing, thighs rubbing together as you greedily allow a hand to slip into your underwear. It’s enough to have you moaning as you collect your own arousal to slick your clit and softly roll around it. Building your own release as you did his, happy to really take him deep as he huffs and pants above you. The way he’s leaning doesn’t allow you to look up, and with his thighs spread on either side of your head, it’s hard to pay attention to anything but his dick in your throat.
Your moans and whimpers aren’t dismissed by Tomura though. He’s quite aware you’re getting yourself off like some sort of cam slut while taking his cock in your filthy mouth. He knows you’re shaking your dripping cunt and shoving your fingers inside, but he’s winning right now, shockingly able to focus better as he feels his cock twitch in your tight contracting throat.
“Fuck— don’t think of stopping slut, you better take my load straight into your stomach— hhsss,” he hisses in pleasure and irritation as his balls tighten, your free hand moving to fondle and roll his nuts between your little fingers. His shoulders hunch, but his dark tired red eyes don’t even close anymore as he nears the close of his level. He’s sweating, jerking a bit but trying his damndest not to lose this fucking game again even as his lower stomach burns painfully for release. You’re not stupid enough to slow down either, working his slobbery cock between your lips and in your mouth much like the slut he calls you. Messily squelching and noisily sucking, nearly an ASMR for blowjobs for any loser listening in.
Your eyes water, his orgasm prolonged due to your initial slowness to enjoy the sensations of his cock, but you aren’t deterred as your own orgasm nears, your cunt nearly as loud as your mouth from how wet you are. Moving your hips just right, you struggle to push your own fingers just deep enough to rub where you want them, to stretch yourself out enough to really feel it. If Tomura bothered to look down, he’s see a debauched and beautiful sight, your soaked face and watery eyes desperately trying to swallow his cock while you get yourself off.
“That’s it, ugh, dumb mouth is good for something huh? Fuck I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” his teeth are gritted, face nearly enraged as his eyes pop wide and lips tear a little at the corners, not realizing he’d been drooling while panting. His eyes don’t move from the screen even as you yelp, his thighs moving to wrap around your head and face as he shifts his hips up to push too deep down your throat. His feet act like a vice lock around your neck.
Gagging you as your tears leak like a broken fountain, trying to shake your head or pull away.
He cums harder than he ever has before, the burning in his cock making his own eyes water, but still his hands don’t stop until he finally enters through a save portal. He’s laughing now, his game saving as he finally beats this shitty level, finally allowing his eyes to look down as your hands pathetically try to push him off so you can breathe.
Your eyes are open and reddened, snot and tears running down your face and ruining your mascara. You’re a pitiful sight for sore eyes.
“Haha! What’s wrong whore? You wanted this! Who put my fucking cock in your mouth huh?!” He’s elated, moaning and humping your face while he sets his controller aside to dig his hands into the torn armrest cushion as he empties his balls into your stomach.
“Fuck I gotta piss, fuck fuck, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Huh? I can’t fucking hear you!”
“Mngh!!” You can’t get away, not even mindful of biting down as you feel your throat beginning to throb in a burning pain, already having swallowed all of his cum.
“You wanna drink my piss slut? Fuck you do, don’t you? Haha! Okay Princess, anything for you~” He’s manic, so high from the harsh orgasm and delayed gratification of beating this level. It’s a bit odd at first, feeling your warm tight throat around him not his usual comfort as he unloads, but he relaxes quick enough as he moans, eyes rolling back as he begins to piss down your throat.
Like his hot cum, this wretched load goes straight into your stomach, and you’re unable to stop the cough which chokes his dick and yourself as Tomura finally unlocks his legs. His quick grip in your hair prevents you from escaping as he holds his semi-limp dick cackling, you’re helpless as you finally drag in air through your mouth, as his rancid piss hits your tongue and face. You’re forced to swallow more as you feel your lungs burning even now.
“Look at you Princess! Finally got ya that new moisturizer!” He only finds it hilarious, breathing heavily as he finishes all over your body. His eyes track down your sorry figure, landing on your hand still shoved down your pants and moving.
Your shudder and gargled noises finally stopping as you go limp against his thigh, resting as you pant and twitch.
“Dirty little slut, did my piss push you over? Fuck that’s hot, hey,” a tap against your face has your eyes wearily looking up.
He looks insane.
“Let’s do that again, this time I want you to piss on me while you cum.” His smile makes fear and anticipation blossom inside your stomach.
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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"
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Summary: You’re trying to recover from what happened, but it’s hard to forget; especially when you know he’ll be back for you one day. Your commutes home have never been so stressful.
Mean!Yandere!Shigaraki x Bimbo!Reader
⚠️ mdni. a splash of horror. dark content. degradation. exhibitionism. fingering. incel. misogyny. noncon. sexism. thoughts of death and dying. victim-blaming. voyeurism. yandere.
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You go straight to the cops upon fleeing from Shigaraki. You understand why he let you escape when the officers stifle chuckles. You don’t have anything but your word to support the bold accusation that the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front is trying to rape you. Saying it aloud sounds more ridiculous than the way it echoes in your thoughts.
You check the forum. Crumbleking’s post was deleted days ago. The account he used is gone, too. Your Instagram yielded similar results.
At the very least, they believe that someone entered your apartment and assaulted you. His identity being Tomura Shigaraki is highly contested. They send someone over to investigate your home. Much to your chagrin, the officer returns with a clean report. According to his examination, nothing in the space was disturbed. There was no sign of a break and enter.
It’s funny. When you stumbled towards the window, desperate for safety, you recall knocking over a table and shattering the vase. If nothing was disturbed, did your assailant clean up the mess…?
You ration that he had to have, and your heart almost stops. He’s ballsy for that one. You suppose he’s confident in his plan to enact revenge on you. He considers himself invincible, and he damn well might be. But everyone has a weakness.
You’re not stupid enough to think this is over. You aren’t keen to relax now that you’ve alerted the authorities. Will the cops who laughed at you rush to your aid when he inevitably returns for a second try? Doubtful. You’re responsible for protecting yourself.
You submit a police report anyway. They don’t include a name for the suspect because they don’t buy your allegation. It’s enough to simply have the document on file.
You don’t return to your apartment that evening — at least, not by yourself. You explain what happened to a friend. She lives in a beautiful, isolated rural area, about an hour out of town; nevertheless, upon hearing your bad news she drives all the way to pick you up at the station. A stoic, shivering mess, she works to reassure you. Nothing works. Nothing is helpful. She takes you back to her house after grabbing some essentials at your place.
Entering your space felt foreign and uncomfortable. You found yourself jumping at the slightest creak. Nothing was familiar. And you were correct about the vase — someone cleaned it up.
The days following your attack involve negotiating a lease break with your landlord. Fortunately, you’ve lived here long enough to establish a solid rapport with him. He keeps your deposit for last month’s rent and permits you to leave by the end of the week. You do so discreetly.
Gradually, you transport your essentials into your car. On the last day of your lease, you hire movers to bring your larger furniture to a storage unit. You promise your friend it’ll only be for a few weeks, and you mean that — for her sake. Although she comprehends the risks, she still agreed to help you; nonetheless, you don’t believe she’ll be spared if Shigaraki discovers your location.
You quit your job. A new one isn’t difficult to find. It’s in a different city. If all goes well, you figure you’ll move into a nearby apartment and lay low.
The next week or so is quiet. You maintain awareness of your surroundings but nothing happens. It’s as though he’s biding his time… or maybe witnessing you walking on eggshells is precisely what he wants.
Shigaraki is a busy man. He doesn’t have the energy to spend haunting you, a civilian who once talked shit about him online. There are bigger fish to fry. According to him, he gets enough women at home, anyway. It’s likely that you’ll never see him again.
Oh, you poor, naive woman; so willing to believe the logical lies your nervous brain feeds you.
It’s six o’clock in the evening, two weeks after your encounter with the dust villain. You stand on the subway terminal and glare down the tracks. There are a few other people there with you. No one you recognize.
To get to your friend’s residence, you have to take the 2216 train to the very end, walk for fifteen minutes, and catch the bus. It’s a dreadful commute. You’re saving up to buy a used car. But until then, you’ll just have to deal with the time vampirism that comes with sneaking around.
Five minutes into your gruelling wait, the train squeals into the terminal, dim yellow lights flickering as it grinds to a jittery halt. Its doors jerk open with a soft ding. You enter the cabin. As usual, it’s crowded at this time of night. Everyone else is commuting home, too. They get on at the station right before yours, taking up all the seats and more than half the standing space.
You walk down a bit and stand between two men conversing with seated passengers. There’s a group of stylish women next to you, chattering eagerly about their evening plans, and a few scattered friends on the opposite side, dazed and distracted after a long work day. It’s compact, but not uncomfortable yet.
Your hand dips into your pocket. When your fingers don’t find what they’re looking for, you grimace. No earbuds. Great. You must have forgotten them at work.
The train stops at another terminal. More people shuffle on board. The trip commences.
You close your eyes and meditate. Honing in on your breathing, you feel the air entering and leaving your lungs. The sensation is serene. You sigh gingerly as the background noise lessens a bit. Sadly, your peace doesn’t last for long.
Something swipes across your butt. Your spine grows rigid. Accidents happen on packed subways, but that? That didn’t feel like a mistake. You hold your breath as you wait, positive your assailant will make a second move. He doesn’t keep you in suspense for long.
He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly. You gasp. A swift, gloved hand covers your mouth. The textured fabric is rough against your skin.
“Shut the fuck up, you little slut.”
Your assailant’s familiar, raspy voice sends a chill through your entire body. Without a doubt, Tomura Shigaraki is behind you. You were a fool to believe he was gone for good. He had to return, didn’t he? If only to put you in your place.
“If you overreact, I’ll dust this entire cabin.” He warns. “Let me do what I want, and maybe you’ll get to leave alive.”
Why wouldn’t he kill you and everyone on this train? It’s not like you’re special. Once you’re dead, he’ll simply find another person to harass. And the people around you? No one significant. He’d probably garner a lot of attention if he committed mass murder.
But all the same, it’s impossible for you to understand the sick feelings he harbours for you in his heart, and the way they grow every time he sees you. It isn’t love. It isn’t lust. It’s a sensation that’s incomprehensibly sinister in its somber nature; a volatile melange of emotions that frightens even him. You have no idea the lengths he would go to for the sake of preserving your life; he’s not finished toying with you yet.
He releases your ass and uncovers your mouth. Securing a palm firmly to your hip, he slithers his other hand up your skirt. Slipping your panties aside, he finds your clit. His index fingers massages slow circles over your twitching nub, eliciting a delicious exhale.
He dreamed of this moment for weeks. He fantasized about bearing claim to you in public, where anyone can watch. He’s about to be the God of this world, isn’t he? He can do as he pleases, and to hell with the consequences. When he possesses rule, he’ll have you cockwarm him on his throne all day long. By that time, you’ll surely know your place beneath his muddy boot.
He teases the lips of your cunt with his sharp fingernail, gliding it gently over the edge of your small hole. He pinches your thigh when you attempt to press your legs together. He won’t let you deny him entry to what’s his.
“I’m wearing gloves that cancel out my quirk.” He mutters darkly. “But if you don’t cooperate, I’ll take them off and activate it right here.”
He twists your clit between his thumb and index finger. The horrifying thoughts causes a stray tear to drip down your cheek. You don’t want to imagine how that would feel.
“Sorry,” you whisper pathetically. “I-I will.”
Picking up the tone of your voice, the man next to you turns around. Shigaraki removes his hand from beneath your skirt and wraps both arms around your waist. He lifts a brow when the stranger acknowledges both of you. To him, it looks like you’re a couple commuting home together. He has no concept of what’s truly going on; that if you don’t obey, him, and everyone else on this train, will die. Ignorant, he smiles and returns to his trivial conversation.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” The villain growls viciously. “Second strike, whore.”
You understand that the third strike will be your last.
You glance over your shoulder. He’s wearing a black face mask to match a large, baggy sweater. Crimson irises leer at you menacingly. He has his hood pulled over a head of shaggy, unkempt hair. It’s no wonder he hasn’t been recognized; his signature traits — like the hand covering his face, or his pastel tresses — are hidden from sight.
Just as you’re drinking in his appearance, he’s basking in yours. You look even better than the photos you put up on your social media account. He managed to save a few before you deleted it. He stares at them when he’s fucking his hand to the notion of capturing and taming you. He cums the hardest to porn where women are nothing more than brain dead sex slaves; that’s what he envisions for you.
Of course, submissive bitches aren’t born obedient; they need to be whipped into shape. He thinks the fight you put up is the best part about the training process. When you’re unruly, it forces him to be crueller. He wonders when you’ll pick up on that. It doesn’t have to hurt if you simply comply.
As much as he’s intrigued to witness you up close, he’s pissed at you for wearing a skirt today. Don’t you know the meaning of decency? Anyone could have molested you on the train. It’s practically a cultural norm for cute women to get harassed during their commute. He’s going to teach your pussy who it belongs to. Then, next time you go to work m, you might think twice before wearing a garment that’s easy access.
You face forward, when he grasps your shoulders. Slowly, his hands slide down to your hands, stopping to give them an affectionate squeeze, in case there are curious voyeurs. He wants to make this look as organic as possible.
From behind, he lifts up your skirt and pulls your panties aside. The fabric bites into your flesh, no doubt giving you a rash on the crease of your crotch. He’s careless with his motions; this is all about him. Discomfort is a sensation you should become dearly acquainted with.
“Did you miss me?”
You bite your lower lip when his digits discover your clit. Your back arches as they map out the nub, teasing your hooded flesh to see what your pussy needs to drip. It doesn’t take much. You can’t distract yourself from his touches. There’s nothing stimulating; merely the backs of strangers who couldn’t save you if they tried.
Inwardly, you sob. You have no control. Even your own body is betraying you.
He dips a finger between your folds and hums when he discovers how wet you are. Running the length of his index finger along your clit, he snickers. He knew you were in denial. You must want him. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get you to admit your desire by the end of your trip back to the Deika City.
“Feels like it.”
You frantically scope the sea of people. You’re between several, so you think you’re clear from view; then, you catch the eye of an older businessman. He’s staring directly at your crotch, where Shigaraki’s fingers are massaging your puffy clit. You bite the inside of your cheek. He knows what’s going on. You bet he’s been enjoying the show. You can’t count on a pig like him to save you.
You repress a sob, utterly humiliated. You haven’t felt this degraded in your life. You’re being groped by Japan’s most notorious villain while a lustful stranger observes.
“I bet you thought you got away from me, didn’t you?” He snarls. “Thought I’d forgotten about you.”
You’re too embarrassed to admit it. You fell right into his trap. Somehow, he knew you would lower your guard after a while. It’s precisely when you set it down completely that he struck. You’re either extremely predictable or he has incredible intuition.
He removes his hand from your underwear and brings it around to your chest. You feel your juices coat your skin and shudder. You can’t believe your body got wet for this disgusting motherfucker.
His nasty fingers claw at the buttons of your blouse. One of them pops off. It shoots diagonal, striking one of the windows. A passenger picks it up and glances around. You lock eyes with her. Instantly, she notices what’s going on. Unlike the businessman from earlier, however, you know she has the intention to act. It sparks a flame of hope in your heart.
A few men shift and shroud her from view. It’s probably for the best. Shigaraki’s digits locate your nipple soon after, dipping beneath your bra to pinch the responsive flesh. You stifle a shriek when his plucking becomes too much.
“I’m going to take you back with me and tie you up in the middle of our courtyard,” he whispers hoarsely, voice dripping with desire. “I’m sure some of our soldiers could use a bit of stress relief.”
You gag. You’ll die abused, beaten, starved, and dehydrated — a prisoner of war because you mouthed off on the Internet. This is so stupid.
Your captor groans softly as he withdraws his hand from your breast and slides a lithe finger past your folds, sheathing it up to his knuckle. He can tell it hurts. Your pain makes him enjoy it more. You stiffen and bite your lower lip.
The vehicle jolts to a halt again. The system announces that this is Jolicoeur Station, the second last stop on the line. That means you’re nearly there. He hums approvingly when the doors shut.
“Time’s almost up, whore.”
You don’t know what the fuck that means. Is he going to kill you or bring you to his base? Only time will tell, you suppose. For now, you want his sharp fingernail away from your cervix. You wriggle, praying he’ll at least stop jiggling it around. It isn’t long until he does, though he makes it clear he withdrew if his own volition; he can’t have you thinking you have a modicum of power over him, can he?
He’ll treat you like you’re nothing — a lifetime of serving him will drill that into your pretty head. He’ll never let you understand your real worth again when you’re under his brutal care. Beneath his boot is where you’ll remain.
The train lunges to another ungrateful stop. Your heart drops. This is it — the end of the line. Shigaraki touches you with both hands from behind, drumming his clothed fingers atop your shoulders.
“When the doors open, walk.” He instructs you. “We’ll pretend we’re a couple.”
You want to throw up. He’s forcing you to act like his lover after playing with you against your will. You’ll be damned if you go down without a fight. If you see an opening to ditch him, you’re going to take it; to hell with considering the consequences of being caught a third time.
He smooths your clothes out from how he rumpled them. He figures it’ll seem more natural if you appear relatively put together. He fixes your blouse and then moved to your skirt. To onlookers, it’s probably cute — a boyfriend tending to his girlfriend. They have no idea about the undertones of his treatment.
As if on cue, the woman from earlier coaxes your gaze back to hers. She licks her lips and reaches for the emergency switch. Your mouth opens. You know what she’s trying to do. It’s perfect. He won’t expect it because he thinks he’s in the clear.
You nod once. She takes that as your signal to proceed m. With a visible grunt, she yanks the switch down. Reprieve floods your chest as soon as you hear the alarm.
You have to go.
Now.
The doors of the train freeze. In a panic, everyone races out of the car. You follow suit. The second you sense his grip slacken, you bolt. As you scurry off the car, you feel Shigaraki’s greedy hand reach for you — gloveless. You scream. Your voice blends in with the rest of the cacophony, shielding you from unwanted attention.
You glance over your shoulder. Everything around you slows down. He’s standing in the sea of people, still and glaring. His hood is pulled down and his mask is hanging off one ear. His scarred lips are contorted in a grimace.
For a brief moment, an understanding is met. Today, both of you learned that the other is not to be underestimated. After this little stunt, you’re his main priority. He hopes you’re prepared to take this game just as seriously, because he won’t stop pursuing you unless he’s killed. And he knows that won’t happen anytime soon.
You turn away from him and finish your flight. Like last time, he permits you to escape. He stays glued in place until nearly everyone else has left the terminal; then, he departs.
You have no idea the demons you’ve awakened inside him.
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⸻ ALL FOR ME.
you’ve always been his favourite to look at, especially when you abide by his requests. don’t tell the league he’s been blowing their funds on a cam-girl, though. certain things are meant to be kept in the dark.
cw..masturbation, 18+ content, obsessed!shigaraki, hints of incel!shigaraki, mdni, female!reader, para-social relationship, hints of dark content(?).
author's note. fair warning, idk jack-shit about being a cam-girl so take this w a little grain of salt <3 it’s just self-indulgent filth atp, this isn’t proof-read (yet) !! so be warned
wc..2.8k.
afosbestdesciple donated ¥14.000!
Your face lit up at the notification. Previous focus long forgotten, your pretty glossed lips fell open in a gasp; interrupted by the stifled moan that tumbled past them as you continued as you were doing. Your fingers moved out of your dripping pussy, the digits thoroughly soiled, before burying themselves knuckle-deep again as you went back in. You repeat the movement after that, and after that, and after that—starting a cycle he’d never want to rip his eyes away from.
“Th—ah—thank you,” you stutter. The way your nose scrunched up as you hit a particularly deep spot had him coo over you in his head. “Welcome—Welcome back, sir.”
Tomura huffed in amusement. What a warm welcome back, huh? Truly, he couldn’t have asked for a better one. The lie he’d given Kurogiri when the man had asked about the dent in their funds was all worth it now. There was a certain something about seeing you wear the clothes he’d specifically gotten for you.
He’d dressed you in all black. Of course, he did. It was the colour he himself wore the most, and he was absolutely sure you’d look stunning in it. He was right—as he usually was when it came to your beauty. The black, tight-fitting crop-top with the deeply cut v-line was currently giving him the perfect view of your tits bouncing against the fabric as you fucked yourself on your fingers. The black-plaited skirt he’d gotten you was being held up by your free hand, displaying that pretty cunt to the camera for all to see.
His best choice, he thought, had been the socks. The black, thigh-high socks that squished your thighs just tight enough for him to feel it in his cock.
You’d listened to him. You’d worn what he told you to—so, of course he’d give you a little extra something. In all honesty, he had his doubts about whether you’d go through with it, but you did, and he felt guilty for doubting you. In what world would you ever not listen to him? Would you ever not take in his requests?
Tomura felt himself harden, the familiar strain in his pants once again making itself known, and yet he never took his eyes off you. Why would he? You looked so ethereal as you fingered yourself; heavy pants tumbling past your shiny lips, a careful whine here and there, a lewd moan every now and then. By now he knew this was your regular warm-up, something you’d do to pass the time, to wait for people to arrive.
To wait for him to arrive.
Because, that was who you were really doing it for, right? Thousands of people were watching you—7.115 in total, he noted as he glanced at the viewer count—and, yet, you were doing all of this for him. You had to be. It was the only logical explanation. He hadn’t seen any other viewers receive a personal welcome back, nor had he seen you wear something special for anybody else.
This was all for him. He could see it, feel it, he knew it.
He groaned when you took your fingers out, the sticky digits carefully brought to your mouth. His cock twitched as he watched your tongue lap out, taking all of your slick off the dirtied fingers.
“Fucking—fuck, fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. One of his hands found his zipper, while the other reached for the keyboard.
afosbestdesciple: fuck you look so hot pretty girl
afosbestdesciple: knew that outfit would suit you
incel1345: bro gtfo let us have some for once you’re always taking her
kamerono: spend your money on something else rich boy
suckme: fuck she’s so hot
donttalktome: i wanna be mad but shit millionaire man those socks look sexy as fuck on her
Tomura couldn’t hide his smirk at their pathetic little comments. Good—they knew who he was. They were aware of the fact that, as soon as he entered, your undivided attention would go to him and him alone. Of course, he was far from a millionaire, and was quite sure Kurogiri would scold him for another unexplained purchase. But, well, he didn’t particularly care about that, now, did he? Not if it was spent on you.
“Guys,” you scolded. Your bottom lip was puffed out slightly, and you’d placed your hand back at your side—you must’ve finished licking them clean. “C’mon, don’t be mean to each other, please.”
Yeah guys, he snarled in his head. Don’t be mean. The fact that they made him miss the rest of your cleaning had him angry. What a bunch of assholes. Did they think they could lay some sort of claim on you? As if—they should stop trying. Better even, stop showing up to your streams at all. The only person truly worthy of your time was him, anyway.
donttellmywife: we’re sorry babe
incel1345: ig ill be nice to the freak princess
incel1345: give me something in return for it? ;)
Tomura scowled. Alright, that was enough.
afosbestdisciple: tough talk for someone who’s never once donated to her you fucking cheapskate
afosbestdisciple: how about you block him from the stream huh pretty girl?
“I—I’ve never…” you laughed nervously. Eyes downcasted and pointed to your lap, you scratched a spot behind your ear. He’d watched you enough times by now to recognise it as a way to calm your nerves. “I’ve never actually…”
He sighed. There was a first time for everything.
afosbestdisciple donated ¥14.000!
afosbestdisciple: now kick him from the stream
afosbestdisciple: permanently
“I—Okay, thank you sir,” you said. A smile curled around the edges of your lips, one you tried your best at hiding, and Tomura understood the underlying meaning of it. You were bothered by that asshole as much as he was. Good thing he was there to give you a reason to remove him—he’d take care of the perverts in your chat. “For the money, I mean!”
It was cute how you added the last part. If he were a bit less smart, he would’ve believed you honestly only did what he asked because of the compensation he’d give you.
afosbestdisciple: it’s alright
afosbestdisciple: how about you get started hm?
“Hm?” You mumbled, and moved yourself away from the keyboard. It lessened the view he had on your cleavage, unfortunately. From the peaceful silence in the chat, though, Tomura assumed the others finally took their rightful place and decided to shut the fuck up. “Oh. O—Okay. What would you like me to do, sir?”
“Fuck,” he cursed again. He hissed, the cold air hitting his cock now that he’d taken it out of his pants. What did he want you to do? In short: him. But, that wasn’t exactly possible at the moment. Well, then, he’d go for the next best thing.
afostbestdisciple: how about you stuff yourself with that fake cock you got huh? the blue one
If fucking you himself wasn’t a possiblity, then he’d make sure you fucked yourself on the toy that carried the closest resemblance to the real thing. He’d thought about how you’d take him plenty of times, and it seemed he’d finally get a sneak-peak into his fantasy.
“Mhm, yeah, okay,” you mumbled quickly. It snapped him out of his thoughts.
Tomura watched as you got up from the bed, starting to fuck himself up into his fist once he saw your ass jiggle underneath the skirt you wore. It wasn’t luck that presented your cute little ass to him—he hadn’t been lucky a day in his life—no, he’d purposely sent that skirt a size too small. A sigh left him as you reached for the toy, kept in a box on your top shelf. The movement caused the skirt to ride up even more.
He groaned loudly, what a sight. Money-well-fucking-spent.
You immediately seek him out again when you make it back to the camera. With a doe-eyed look you glanced into the lens. “How do you want me, then, sir?”
Purposefully squeezing his length a bit harder, he started slowly moving his hand up and down, the other one inching towards the keyboard in front of him.
afosbestdisciple: bed, legs up & wide, skirt stays on
Much time for proper sentences was something he didn’t have at the moment. Not when he was so eager for you to finally get started. A bead of pre-cum fell down his length as he watched you position yourself on the bed, so caught up in your movements he barely heard the meek ‘okay, sir’ you muttered.
Your back rested against the plain, white wall behind you, and he swallowed deeply as soon as you opened your legs for him. With your wet cunt on display for all to see, Tomura failed at holding back the filthy sound he let out, a sound that got repeated once he saw the wet strings of your slick as you played with your slit. A soft whine left you as you did so, and if you hadn’t reached for the toy by yourself—he surely would’ve told you to.
“Like—” You panted, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you tried easing the tip in. “Like this?”
He couldn’t help it. How could he not smirk at you seeking his approval? Not once did he stop jerking himself off, and his fingers were slowly becoming sticky from his own pre-cum. With the non-occupied hand, he reached over the desk again.
afosbestdisciple: absolutely perfect pretty girl
You smiled at the praise, at the compliments, and a loud gasp left you when you accidentally pushed the toy in further—quicker, too quick as the tip entered you before you were fully ready. It made him wonder if you’d respond the same way if he was the one to take you, if he was the one filling you up.
Tomura watched in amusement for a bit, watched as you panted and whimpered and struggled to take all of the silicone toy. He noticed the way you bit your lip, scrunched up your nose, and let out a sigh in disappointment when you saw it was only halfway in. He cursed at it, the ache in his balls increasing as the thought hit him. If you were struggling this much on the fake—you’d struggle at least as much on his own.
After a while, he joined you, joined your heavy breathing and sounds of bliss as he kept pulling on his cock, kept picking up the pace to chase his own high. He felt more than full, more than due for a release, although that was to be expected. He hadn’t jerked himself off since your previous stream, which was a little over two weeks ago.
He needed this. He needed you, and seeing you now, he was more than convinced it was worth waiting until you popped back up in his life.
Each time he got to the tip, he pinched his skin a tad harder, rougher, if only to chase some extra friction. His chest rose up and down, and eventually, as it had to, his impatience made its inevitable appearance. You looked absolutely breathtaking, trying with all your might to take all of the toy. But, quite frankly, you were taking too long.
afosbestdisciple: come on you can do better
afosbestdisciple: go on take all of it
A whine left you, face falling at his disapproval. You sniffed, once again trying to get it all in. “I’m trying,” you mumbled, a quiet moan leaving you as you finally took another inch. “I’m trying, sir, I promi—ah!”
Tomura rolled his eyes. Of course you were, he could see that. He just needed you to try a little bit harder.
afosbestdisciple: try harder
afosbestdisciple donated ¥7000!
Your beady eyes widened at the pop-up, and you swallowed nervously. “Fuck, o—okay, I will, I will,” you promised him. And, of course, you abided by that promise.
He watched in delight as your greedy walls sucked in the toy inch by inch, not once stopping until it was all the way inside, and sped up his movements as he watched it disappear in your pretty pussy. You whimper sharply once it’s in fully, the fake balls of the toy pressing up against your ass. Fuck—what he wouldn’t give to slot himself in there instead.
afosbestdisciple: good
afosbestdisciple: now fuck yourself stupid
“S—Sir!” You gasped, blinking in shock, and wincing when you moved too quickly and caused the tip of the toy to hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Tomura couldn’t be bothered by his crude wording, the both of you were well aware he’d used worse language in the past. He didn’t answer either, and figured you’d know what to do by now. You knew what he wanted, and it wouldn’t take long for you to give it to him.
It never did, after all. You started to move soon after, your slick making a delicious squelching sound each time you pushed the thing back in. Tomura’s hand froze a bit, stopping the increase of ecstasy he was bringing himself, and he watched in awe at the bulge in your stomach. He thought—no, he knew—that if he were to fuck you, he’d be that deep inside you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed quickly, a slight laugh escaping him at the realisation. He shook his head, and moved his hand around him even faster.
In—out, up—down, it was as if the two of you moved in sync, despite the distance between each other. Your sounds lined up with his, breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers mixing with low groans and heavy grunts—all the while, he refused to take his eyes off you. And why would he?
You were breathtaking. With your pretty face, your plush thighs, your gorgeous tits, your beautifully parted legs that showed him your weeping cunt. You were the best thing he’d ever been allowed to lay eyes on, so why would he ever look away?
A particularly loud wail left you all of the sudden, and he realised you must be nearing your edge. Your eyes open again, and you continue fucking yourself on the toy, even picking up the pace, as you stare straight in the camera.
“Please,” you pant. Another moan slipped past, and Tomura noticed how your fingers twitched. “Sir, can I—can I cum?”
He licked his lips at the sight, at the question, and if he weren’t so ridiculously close to his own high, he would’ve denied you.
afosbestdisciple: im in a good mood
afosbestdisciple: cum for me
“Ah! Thank you, thank you, thank you, sir!” You rambled quickly, and started to meet your own thrusts with your hips to get off now that he’d given his permission to do so. “Thank you s—so much.”
The two of you continued, sounds and movements coinciding again. Your shaking fingers found your clit, and another moan left you as soon as you started toying with it. Fucking yourself on a fake cock, and rubbing your clit while you were at it. Tomura grunted at the sight, quickly glanced down at his lap, and tightened his hold on his dick. Tighter, tighter, tighter—until he finally felt like he’d come as close to recreating the feel of your pussy as possible.
Your whimpers increased in sound, and he watched, waited, and smiled as he saw you breaking and falling over the edge first. Beautiful moans fell off your lips, and you clenched around the toy, struggling to keep your legs open as you rode out your high—still, you managed to keep the spread. It was something he’d requested, after all.
The sight of you falling apart was enough to set him off, and thick ropes of cum soiled his hands as he pushed the very last bit of his release out. It felt never-ending, and he was sure he’d never experienced such a heavy climax before. Once he finally stopped, and his balls finally felt empty, finally felt less heavy, his gaze sharpened again, and he looked at the screen.
You were a mess. With wettened cheeks because of freshly fallen tears, and the filth between your legs so clearly on display, your chest heaved upwards as you tried to catch your breath. Despite your disarray, you never stopped looking at the camera. Of course, of course you were waiting for him.
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The proud smile that broke out on your face was contagious, and before he realised, he’d copied it. His non-dirtied hand reached out for the monitor in front of him. Oh, if you weren’t the most perfect little thing he’d ever seen in his pathetic excuse of a life. Tomura sighed, and allowed one of his fingers to brush over your cheek.
He’d find out someday. Someday, you would reveal to him that you’d blocked all other viewers from the stream that day. Not only the one he requested you to remove. That day was sure to be the day he’d come and find you. He’d find you, and never let you go afterwards.
Because, at the end of the day—you were all for him.
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There was a fic called Reputation about incel!Shiggy x bimbo!reader n pretty much reader makes him cum in his pants in exchange for him to do a project for her n stuff and I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO FIND IT SINCE MAY DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE IT IS OR DO THEY HAVE A COPY PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME😭🫶💕
#my hero academia#bnha#shigaraki tomura#shiggy#mha#shigaraki fluff#bratz writez#shigaraki smut#shigaraki x reader#incel shigaraki#bimbo!reader
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“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”creepy incel shigaraki x fem chubby reader noncon smut
A/N: hello!! This modern quirkless au oneshot, I don't have any plans for this one sorry. This is more of fanon unhinged feral shigaraki and extremely delusional asf in this. If I miss any tagged let me know and I'm sorry if it isn't proofread!! ( There the full story in A03 )
“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”
It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers, how did you get here?
Well you were having a terrible day, seeing this strange blue haired man everywhere you go.
At first you just saw him as a regular customer while you were working at a game store, he happened to appear out of nowhere in the middle of the night.
He taps on your shoulder as he gives you an unnerving nausea, you try your best to be polite.
“ What can I help you s-sir? ” this man didn't know any personal space as he leaned in and said.
“ Any options on this game? ” He rasfully spoke as he tapped on a cover that looked like an RPG with cute anime girls on it.
You were clueless when it comes to games, you look into his blood red eyes.
“ uhh… it's a great game, with a strong main character with a love stor- ” he rolled his eyes as he huffed in annoyance.
“ ughhh does it have sex scene in it?? ” you blink at him a few times.
“ Excuse me? ” There was long awkward silence as you felt a chill run down your spine as you tried your best not to judge a customer too fast.
“ well I've never played it but- ”
“ but? How the hell did you get this job in the first place if you don't know any game… npc females.. ” he whispers the last part quietly but you hear it loud and clear as you cleanse your throat.
“ I'm sorry sir. ” he ignored you completely as he put the game back on the shelf as he collected the games he was interested in. You rushed to the register as he put the games on the countertop.
You felt unsafe by this one customer but it's your night shift and it was your closing time.
All you have to do is scan the products and send him on his way home, you grab one game at a time as you scan it. Maybe he was just grumpy and had a sour mood today or…
You flinched as his fingers resting on your hand as he said.
“... you.. are very beautiful.” you quickly removed your hand as you put a fake smile on.
“ Thank you… sir. ” he was giving you the ick and he didn't like how you reacted from his touch.
“ your cost is $67.45, would you like a bag sir? ” he nods his head as he remains quiet, watching you put the games into the plastic.
He grabs the bags as he walks to the door to leave, you thought you'd never see him again but boy are you wrong.
You started to feel a pair of eyes staring behind your back whenever you went to your job, you spotted him in a public area. At first you thought you'd had hallucinations seeing him and his long blue locks hidden in his hood, all black clothing as he disappeared into the crowd of people.
You noticed little things disappearing as well, you couldn't find your dirty panties. You were quite messy by leaving your clothes around the house, you were able to find them sooner… but it never comes back, your pillow cover has a questionable sticky texture and it smells horrendous!
It's been a couple of days, you decided to report it to the cops about your stalker but they simply told you that they'll take action if he does something… meaning they weren't gonna help you out and you were helpless.
You were woken up by him in your pitch black room, his hands at your throat not too harsh but it was firm.
You couldn't speak as you begin to tear up.
“ hello.. y/n. Aren't you glad to see me? "You could see his sharp eyes staring at you as he began to speak.
“ I don't understand…” he tilted his head as he loses it a bit so you could breathe a little.
“ I try to be nice.. but every female always rejects me, they always want a male that treats them like trash.”
“ They call me ugly weirdo… a freak of nature.” his fingers lightly rubbed your skin.
“ I’m a nice guy I-...” he leans in so close that your noses are touching.
“ I don't understand… ”
“ Why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” he raised his voice. It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers.
“ I'll treat you right, give you everything baby. ” he slowly licks your cheek.
“ I'll let no npc hurt you…I'll murder them just for you ~. ” this man is a psychopath, you need to escape but somehow he reads your mind as he begins to chuckle.
“ trying to leave? You're not in your own room darling.. you're tied up in my room, I'm surprised you didn't wake up. You're a heavy sleeper hahaha ~ ” you blink a few times to process what he said as he removes his hands.
“ What the hell are you talking about?!? Are you insane??? ” you begin to sob out, taking the air in as he flickers the light. He was right it wasn't your room, it was far different from yours as you noticed familiar underwears on the floor.
“ I grew tired of jacking off to your filthy panties so I want the real thing.. "You were yank harshly as he spread your thighs wide.
“ Stop!! release me plea- ” you cry out, feeling his rough lips on your sensitive area, you start to squirm fast as he surp you like it was his last meal. It was so sloppy and inexperienced, this man didn't know how to please a woman.
You yelp as your eyes look down at him, he rubs your skin softly as he growls.
“ stop moving like that unless you want harsh punishment? ” You were unable to speak due to how terrifying this situation is and you don't want him upset, who knows how he will act.
You shake your head but he slaps your thighs hard as you sob out.
“ I need words. "You look away as you look back to his vermilion eyes.
“ no.. ” he wasn't having it but you could see the faint smirk on his lips, he clearly enjoys this.
Sicko…
“ you're my little plaything.. my player two mhmm~ ” you arch your back up feeling his hot mouth on your pussy, you made a high pitch moan as he slid his digits into your hole.
“ ohh god~!! ” his hungry lustful eyes stare at you.
Tongue flick your clit in harsh circles, his fingers crossed, push up your wall to find it..
Your eyes blink the tears away, you can't let this man have his satisfaction so you bite your lips and look away.
His hand landing on your thighs again as you scream in pain.
“ Keep staring at me… you really want me to punish you so bad hehe~.. ” your eyes wide in fear.
“ no!! Please don't. ” You begged him but he chuckled and went back to eating you out.
His arm wrapped around your thighs as he used his thumb on your clit, rubbing it fast and hard circles.
You couldn't wait any longer as your unwanted orgasm hit you fast, your eyes rolled back and your toe curled in.
“ shit… ahh fuck.. ” you pant heavily, feeling the bed move by him humping the sheets. You can hear his pathetic whimpers and groans as he swallows all your juices.
It's felt like hours as you're crying hard from the overstimulating, he continues to eat you out and bring out three orgasms.
“ please… no more. "You pant heavily, he gives a few sloppy kisses to your clit then finally move away.
“ We're just getting started with this gameplay~ you need to be trained to take this cock hehehe~ ” he purrs sweetly, seeing his face covered in your cum.
“ Please let me go, I don't want this... ” he rolled his eyes at you and he begins to mock your voice.
“ I don't want this, I wanna go home!! You're NOT leaving coz you're mine~!!! Your home is here with me. Don't you understand that!! ”
He grabs your neck firmly as he leans in.
“ I'm your boyfriend… shigaraki tomura~ ” you blink at him, you think you hear his name on the news being a japan world wanted criminal what the hell is he doing here in this country??
He has no patience as he grabs his thick long cock to your entrance as he begins to slide in, you scream at him to stop.
“ stop!!! it's fucking hurt! Please-. ” he covered your mouth fast.
“ God you're such a brat-... don't know how to shut up… mhmm but you feel so good and tight aughh~ ” he pushed more of it, pulling out slowly as he looked down.
“ oh… I see why it was hurting, you're losing your virginity.. ahh it's okay baby~ we are losing it together.” the blood covers his whole length as you closed your eyes tight, your mouth was open letting out a silent scream.
He caresses your cheek tenderly.
“ soon I'll destroy your mindset, you're become my wife… fuck~ ! ” His body language changes as he thrusts faster and harder into you.
“ Soon you'll carry my children.. ahhh shit can't wait until you produce milk.. ” he leans in to bite your nipples, sucking it gently as he humping your body. Your mind went blank and a sobbing mess from the unwanted pleasure.
He harshly pushes your thighs to your head as he moves at fast paced.
“ I can't wait to see you nice and round of our baby ~. ” he kisses your breasts softly.
“ we got plenty of time to breed your insides~ aughh fuck~!! Want to make you a perfect mommy.. ” he whimpers out, his cock sliding in and out of your slippery cunt.
He covered your mouth as he smirk wide.
“ I'll fuck a baby into you in many rounds until you're full with my cum. ” he sigh heavy, your shaky eyes couldn't see him properly as you feel your head getting a headache and see blackness around.
“ Are you ready player two? Ready for our new save? A new life together you and I~ ” you felt heat in your core as he made a high pitch groan releasing his white thick cum hitting your wall, you felt it filling fast as you cried out and he removed his hand to passionately make out with you.
The cries were muffled as he bit your bottom lip, pulling it away as he rode his high. He called out your name and his dick twitched excitedly as he pants.
He kisses your face sweetly.“ I love you.. I love you Y/n you'll never leave… and if you do. ” you knew he was just manipulating you, his whole act seem so fake as his eyes have a shine in them.
“ you'll get a severe punishment if you do~ ” his thumb rubs your lips softly.
“ you're mine… you're my beautiful wife.. ” he looked down to rub your belly tenderly.
“ our beautiful baby as well~.. ”
“ you're insane.. ” he looked into your eyes and coo sweetly.
“ insane? No no no baby.” he pulled your face close.
“ I'm only insane for you.. my love for you is passion and if anyone touches what is mine. ” he grabs your neck softly.
“ they will die..” he begins to move his hips as you begin to cry.
“ You belong to me~.. ”
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incel shigaraki but he doesnt hate women he just cant pull anyone at all
#because he's nasty#but thats besides the point#tomura shigiraki x reader#incel shigaraki#mha shigaraki#shigaraki headcanons#do u guys see the vision#i might write a fic about this ngl
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Twitter message
Paired: tomura shigaraki x chubby fem! Reader smut
A/N: this was based on my twitter dms that's I got few days ago, I still can't believe someone ask me that lol. ( also this self-insert soo I'm sorry if this oneshot isn't described as you.)
Warnings: misogyny/transphobic + incel shiggy + non-con/dub-con + forced pregnancy + drugged (sex pollens) + mention of kidnapping.
You got a message from twitter, you click it and see a username by the name league01_ with a no profile and check their account, It's recently been made.
You check the message and it's say:(Helloo are you here?? Are you female or not?) your eyebrow rise and start to giggle, you had to troll them.
You accept the message and start to mess with them.
(what's if I have penis?... I'm a woman) you send the message less then a few mintues they're start to relpy and message back.
(Huh? Are you woman or tran? That's why I'm asking, I'm very confused.) You were getting frustrated with this person and basically explain to them that's you're a cis woman. it's was extremely rude for someone to asking you for your gender, They're reply back.
(ahh okay I'm sorry but what's does cis mean?)
You were dumbfounded by their relpy and send a message back.
(I'm born as a woman, I have breast and vagina. Hope you have great day bro.)
They're send a message and you block them after that.
(It's sound like you don't wanna talk to me no more.)
Little did you know you were messaging the most dangerous villain, Tomura shigaraki. He was infuriated by you blocking him, he started to scratch his neck aggressively.. Little brat.
Then he has an idea, he starts looking for more info about you. How dare you act like that toward him, he does have tran friends and you didn't let him explain about it.
Tomura made other fake account and start stalking your page, he's got more upset when he's seen you expose your messages about him but you cover his username.. Awww she want to hide my username how cute.
Tomura thought to himself. He kept scrolling to your page and found some photos of you.. You're quite cute.. But have a bratty attitude.
Tomura easliy found your location by hacking some info and steal more photos of you.
It's been a couple of days since you had block that person, you're glad they're didn't harass you or send death threats your way.
You quitely enjoy a nice warm walk by the park, it's pretty chilly so you had a big baggy green hoodie and simple black pants.
You sigh softly as you went to sat down at a bench. Listing to the birds chirp and enjoy the autumn air.
A tall slim man came near your bench as he sat down too. You give him a side eye, he looks to be around your age but has a skin condition so it's hard to tell with his messy light blue hair covering his face.
You look away to look at the birds more.
Without warning the man quickly put his hand around your neck and your eyes widened in fear.
" hello little bunny it's nice to see you in person." He leans in as he starts to nip your ear. You have no clue who this person is or why this man is holding your neck threateningly. Your whole body start to shake very uncomfortable and freeze up by his unwanted attention.
" don't you remember me the one that's you block on twitter? " you gulp now realized this person is the one you block.
"Please... Don't hurt me, I can delete it.. I'm sorry-.." he let's out a dry chuckle send chills running down your spine.
"mhmm I was angry when you post those messages of us talking but I'll ignore it. You're a lot prettier in person then those photos you have on your page." you felt tears coming down your face as he's begin to stand up and whisper.
"Listen to me and you won't get hurt, okay bunny?" You nodded your head fast as he raspy chuckle more.
You and him walk to a nearby alleyway away from the park.. it's was getting less light as he made you walk further in the alleyway.
there a unsetting silence around you two once he's stop in his tracks, he's lean in to deeply inhale... Did he just sniffed my hair??
Your eyes slowly look at him to feel a sharp pain near your tan neck.
"ahh what's the hell is-.." Your sentence stopped, your whole body feels like It's on fire. Your deep brown eyes turn full blown black and collapse onto the dirty ground.
You look up at him with worry expression as his smirk goes big.
"I knew this would come in handy." He has a syringe in his hand as you whine pathetically that's made his cock twitch with excitement.
"What.. Is that?" He lean in and whisper softly.
"Sex pollen.. It's helps you relaxed for our main event." You narrow your eyes at him but close your eyes tightly letting out a loud moan.
"Now let's see if you're telling the truth about being a female." You cringe at his words but gasp loudly as he start to decay both your pants and panties.
"Are you gonna scream for your sweet hero to come and save you-.." He pauses letting out a long low groan.
You felt his hands on your plushy ass then a loud whack echo in the empty alleyway. You cover your face as he keep smacking your ass more until it's nice shade of red.
"Please just... Fuck me." There was a other long paused of silence but you heard the jiggles of his belt. You turn your head to see him struggling with his own pants.
You wanna laugh at how desperate he is but he can easily decay you if you make a noise.
Your eyes move down to his long slender fingers as he finally free himself. Your mouth drops wide, drool slowly comes out as his girthy cock on your pump behind.
He grabs the base to your entrance but he uses his finger to test the water, He groans long and low.
"Holy... Shit, you're soaking.. filthy little slut." You whimper as he tap his red spongy tip to your clit.
"Please.. Be gentle I-.. Uhh I'm a virgin." You give your sad puppy dog eyes to him as his smirk grow more sinister by the second.
"That's even better." You cry out when he start to slide inside your warm tight walls.
"I am too... Well we're both losing it together."
You want to scream at him. You want to move away and never to see him again but you cannot... You're helpless and quirkless woman that's going lose it by a villain.. The sex pollen driving you crazy.
Your sweet moans echo in tomura's ear driving him insane too. His hands move to grab hold of your soft-skin waist and begin to drill into your tight virgin walls little too quickly.
Your whole body moves forward by how strong his thrusting is. His slim pelvis slams your behind hard and fast. Your eyes roll back, naturally move your hips back to his inhuman thrusts making your cervix hurt. His tip hit it every time he pulled back only to slam back in hard.
"Mhmm fuck.. I'm gonna cum-... I'm gonna put a baby inside of you." Your mind is screaming at you to call out for help but you're too cock drunk to listen to it or him mumbing…
Your high is coming too soon. Your body begins to orgasm as your mind goes blank and more drools come out. Your body start to stiff up as your walls contracting around his thick throbbing cock making him struggle to move.
Your orgasm costs him to cum too early as he calls out your name. You felt the hot thick liquids fill your womb up, your walls milking him for all his worth. You lay here lifeless.
You sigh heavily finally it's done but you slowly realize it's not going away as your eyes widen in fear. you look back at the light blue haired villain who's smirking at you.
"I'm gonna keep you, we're gonna keep going until you get knocked up by me."
All you remember was him pulling out a wet cloth to your mouth and slowly darkness took hold of your vision.
*Edit*
I had to edit this a bit since I realized it's was lacking a bit of details soo I fix most of it lol. *it's kinda okay*
#tomura shigaraki#bnha#fanfic#mha#mha fanfiction#shigaraki#tomura x reader smut#tw// noncon#tw// breeding#tw// drugged#incel shigaraki
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Intoxicated (NSFW)
Paring : Incel!Shigaraki x Drunk!Reader
Tags : Drunk sex, Blow Jobs, Hand jobs, Thigh Riding, Riding, Vaginal Penetration, Unprotected sex, Creampie, slight voyeurisim (Dabi), Pervy Shiggy, Name calling (Whore & Angel), Gaming sesh, Pre-PLF coded shiggy (Idk, I just like him that way), Happy Ending <33
Summary : The pent-up sexual frustration was building up while drinking with your colleagues, so you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.
Tomura was the type to stay in his room in the base, doing whatever incels liked to do.
When you'd pass his door, you'd hear the clacking of a keyboard accompanied by various sound effects from video games. Just like tonight, you passed by his room while you heard just that.
You knocked on his door before waiting afew seconds, you pried the door open to see his back turned from you and eyes fixated on his monitors like always.
"Hey boss, y'gonna join us?" You asked, holding the alcohol bottles for him to see. His head only turned enough to see you in the corner of his eye, red crimson eyes seeing the bottles only to look back to the screen.
He wasn't wearing any headphones, so he was obviously ignoring you as a 'no'. You rolled your eyes before heading out of his room, closing the door in front of you.
You sat with the rest of the league. "Where's sigaraki?" Spinner asked when he saw you."He doesn't wanna join, too busy with his game or somethin' " You sighed before sitting down.
It didn't matter to them that he didn't join, but that was to them. You were at least hoping to get close to him yourself.
You'd catch him talking to Spinner about their games or Twice and Toga bothering him while you watched their antics. He avoided conversation when it wasn't needed, but he avoided you constantly. Giving you a quick answer or two if needed, then storming off.
To you, he was mysterious and attractive in a questionable way.
But to him, you were like a drug, something to stay away from. More like an innocent angel, something he shouldn't ruin with his incel bullshit.
The countless times he'd have to run back to his room with his tail in-between his legs and a painfuly hard cock all because you wore shorts that day.
You were adorable and hot. It was so unfair having someone like you on the team right there yet so out of his grasp.
He wouldn't call you a "crush" just a fuckable inconvenience.
So like that the night continued, most of them talking to eachother drunkenly telling their stories with the enthusiasm of a child, yet you we're still getting tired of them, no wonder Shigaraki always hid in that room of his.
You were drunk, the noise of your other drunk colleagues made it worse.
The worst thing was that you were horny. You hoped tonight would fainally be used to get rid of all your pent-up frustrations from the busy month, but once you got the invitation to drink, you couldn't say no.
You considered Dabi. His scars were hot, but he was too much for you. Toga? She's cute, but there's no way you could handle her. Spinner was on another dimension at this point, and Compress already called it a night and retreated to his room.
So you took a half empty bottle and went to the one guy you hoped wouldn't say no, Tomura Shigaraki.
You stood in front of the door, not hearing the clacking keys anymore but some streamer playing in the background. You didn't know which, and you didn't care.
You knocked a few times, waiting a few seconds and entering.
He noticed you enter, of course he didn't pay any mind to you, eyes still on the screen.
You stumbled to him, placing the alcohol bottle on his table, "I told you I'm not drinking." He stated, the rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine, yet it was so addictive. turning his squeaky gamer chair to face you.
You didn't even bother to give him a response, getting on your knees with your face in between his legs, already working on the tie on his sweatpants.
"What are you!-" You hushed him, pulling down his boxers and licking the limp shaft until it got hard. you didn't know what excited you more, the fact it doubled its size, or you couldn't even close your fist around it.
You swirled your tounge in circles around the red swollen tip, giving it the occasional kiss to tease.
The door was still slightly pryed open, open enough if someone walked past in front of the door they could see you seducing the boss so drunk on Hennessy you couldn't even think.
The streamer still talking away to their chat, not knowing one of their viewers were about to get sucked off during the stream.
"Hey whore! Cut it out, you're drunk." He called your attention hoping to snap some sense into you, you were unknowingly about to give Tomura his first blowjob.
"So?" You said in a loving tone, a small giggle slipping through your lips as you lowered your head.
"It's Tomura." He said, reminding you like you mistook him for someone else, "I know." You looked up at him, your hooded eyes staring into his, admiring every feature.
The beauty mark near his lips, his deep red eyes, and the fluffy hair almost curtained over his eyes. You never really realized how cute he was out of his uniform.
Tomura swolled anxiously. If this was his fate, then so be it.
Your mouth engulfed him, tounge licking every inch of skin and sensitive gland on his cock, it would occasionally twitch on your moving sloppy tounge.
His left hand clicked the space bar, pausing whatever he was watching as his attention was now greedly stolen by you.
His right hand was placed on your head, mindful of his pinky. Petting your soft hair as your head bobbed up and down.
His raspy moans and groans polluting the room as a bit of the noise slipped through the open door, the praises of "fuck yeah." Slipping through his wounded lips, and his slightly fucked out expression lit up by the monitor.
He watched your cheeks hollow and plump lips move on his girth, tounge teasing every vein you knew was sensitive and your hand stroking whatever you couldn't handle, he was scared he was gonna wake up if he moved too much.
His abdomen tensed from the pleasure, eyes closing shut yet desperate to watch you, struggling to catch his breath in between his moans.
His mind went black, only hoping that he did join you guys for drinks. Maybe he'd find out why out of all the annoyingly hot people on the team, you chose him.
You slipped him out of your mouth, wiping the spit off your chin as you got back on your feet.
His crimson eyes met yours, confused before you straddled him in his chair, sitting over him as you removed your pajama pants, making them puddle on the cold floor.
His mind was racing, miltipule thoughts suriging a storm in his mind but he saw the one thing that could possibly make it stop and not ruin the sight, he took the bottle off the table taking a few swigs before looking back at you.
You seated on his clothed thigh, frilly pink panties against the boring Grey sweatpants he'd sport every day.
Pink fabric already stained with your lust as you grinded against his clothed thigh for friction you only dreamed of.
His finger was under your chin, forcing you to look at him. With your pleading hooded eyes and quivering lips, not to mention the adorable flushed cheeks from the achohol.
All you wanted to do was rub your needy sex against the muscle of his thigh as your hands explored the body under his black hoodie.
His sadistic eyes looked down on you when he'd occasionally jolted his leg up to make your squirm and shiver.
You heard footsteps grow closer, walking more like drunkenly stumbling to the door.
Averting your eyes was a mistake, only to be told off with a demanding "mm-m, eyes on me." From Tomura.
Of course, you complied, even stroking him during it.
The contrast of feeling your soft hands around his length was so much better than his calloused hand he used.
Shuddering breaths inches away from your lips as your hips rocked back and forth, knowing the eyes on you, yet you couldn't see who they belonged to.
Compress is asleep, Spinner? No, he wouldn't stay that long, Toga? Probably would walk away just hearing the sounds. So it was Dabi, that creep.
Even though the embarrassment was painful, it still felt good to know someone's watching you have the privilege to grind on the boss so earnestly.
Stroking his cock as his hands were busy holding your face up so he could examine you and holding the shared alcohol bottle in his other hand.
Tomura let go of your chin, giving you the opportunity to look while he guided your legs to straddle him.
And your guess was correct, you and Dabi were looking at each other as he leaned against the doorframe, giving you a condescending grin as he watched you fall apart on the boss's deadly touch.
You looked back at shigaraki, he was well aware of the captive audience watching the both of you be he didn't care as usual, he didn't care who you'd fuck after this, aslong as he got to right now.
He guided your hips to lower onto him, slowly sinking down on him.
he held you by your hips supporting your movements, controlling your pace as you grinded with him inside, you moand into his ear only to get him harder, twitching against your gummy walls.
It didn't take long before he made you start bouncing, he looked at you so enfacueted, you looked so perfect to him, hair a mess and so intoxicated on his cock, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pleaded for his kisses.
Dabi watched the scene, feeling his cock strain against the fabric of his clothes, watching your adorable expressions while you fucked someone with that kind of power.
It was annoyingly hot.
He could watch all he wanted, but he knew once Tomura was done with you, you were forever off limits.
He closed the door infront of him, giving you both some privacy before leaving to his room, probably just gonna stroke himself to that mental image of you fucking him instead.
Tomura took his fainal drink, placing the empty bottle on his table. Sure, it tasted bad, but at least he was feeling even better now.
His hands fainally explored your body, tracing your curves and stomach before finding their place on your waist, thumbs rubbing against the skin over your ribcage.
Your foreheads pressed together, moaning against his lips as he watched how your warm body moved, tempered by the alcohol it only made everything better and a bit sloppy.
Your insides coating his cock in a white opaque liquid from all your pent up frustrations, all those nights you couldn't get off from the busy schedule.
Your legs tensed, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over again, so painfully good it had you seeing stars every time you rutted against him.
The sudden ego boost getting to his head watching you writhe on his cock, your hands pawing at his soft hair, giving the occasional tug.
Your back arched, his face buried in the crook of your neck, working on a few love bites and hickies to discover in the morning.
He was bigger than expected or you were just more pent up than you knew, regardless of who needed this more you knew this wouldn't be the last.
Your bounces became faster, more needy for the feeling of his tip hitting your gushing cervix, the smug smirk you saw on his face, and the ghostly touches on you skin.
Your movements were animalistic, yet something about his static nature claimed you, watching you get off drunkenly using him.
You were zealous on the pleasure, now pawing at his hoodie, tugging as a sign of your limits before he clicked his tongue stealing your attention.
"Just a bit longer, angel." His raspy voice saying sweet things, maybe it was the alcohol but that meant a lot to you.
He knew you weren't as innocent as you looked, coming into his room to suck and ride him, yet something about you was angelic.
Not to mention the look of bliss you had on your face at that name, 'angel, angel.' His voice ricochet around your head.
"I don't think I can, boss." You managed to slip through your moans, so adorable that you're still calling him that.
"It was an order." His voice low, almost like a growl. His lips met the skin of your jaw, and you tried your best to hold on, savoring the sensations.
Your shakey legs and breaths were so painfuly obvious to him that he had to watch you like this for even a bit longer.
He hasn't felt touch in a while, and now suddenly being flooded with such intimate contact made him berserk.
With one pull on your waist, he thrusted into you, releasing all his pent-up seed inside you, flooding and painting your gummy walls with his warm fluids.
The knot in your stomach shaped with his forceful actions, making you squirm on his lap and grip on his clothing while letting out the most erotic moan he's ever heard.
Far better than whatever porn he used to watch.
•••
You woke up with a pulsing headache, eyes opening to see the familiar room and Shigaraki on his computer set up that was right beside his bed.
He sat there peacefully, headphones in so you wouldn't wake up from the various video game sound effects he'd usually blast.
An empty Hennessy bottle on his desk and your pajama pants nicely folded at the feet of the bed, you sat up, gaining Tomuras attention.
He looked at you, acknowledging your presence for what felt for the first time.
He braced himself for the names you'd call him 'creep, pervert, peice of shit' he was ready for anything except when you stayed quiet, rubbing your eyes adjusting to the harsh light of the monitor.
You didn't care that you were half naked in his bed, just caring about where breakfast is.
"Hey, wanna get pizza?" You said casually, your voice still a bit groggy.
Tomura removed one side of his headphones, "seriously? That's all you're gonna ask." He said in his usual dead tone, his raspy voice with a croak as you guessed he woke up only a few minutes ago.
Unlike last night, he was playing a single player game so now he had the privilege to pause so he could actually listen to you.
His headphones dangled around his neck, turning his chair to face you.
He saw you already on your phone, looking through the pizza shops website for new deals.
"Are you ignoring me?" He asked, his voice turning gruff. He could ignore everyone if he wanted to, but he couldn't stand being ignored.
"No." You said clacking away at your phone screen. "I asked you a question, and you didn't answer properly. You're actually ignoring me." You teased.
"Now what do you want." You said placing the phone to your ear, "Anythings fine." He muttered as you spoke to the employee on the other side of the phone.
•••
You sat on the floor of his bedroom, eating slice after slice while he ate beside you having your first conversation together when he suddenly asked a question.
"Do you remember last night?" He asked before swallowing down the food he was eating, "Last night? A couple of things, why?" You asked back, hoping you didn't have anything important you had to do that night.
"Well, we fucked last night. Don't know if you remembered that." He said, a pink hue forming on his cheeks from the embarrassment of having to remind you.
"Yeah, I remember." You said grabbing another slice like it wasn't anything important.
He was honestly stunned how comfortable you were like this, sitting with him on the floor eating pizza while you only wore your panties and top. You were practically strangers last night.
"I'm the one who initiated it dumbass, of course I remember." You said,"Not everything, but I know it was good." You confessed.
It was like a weird dream, remembering fragments of the night every few minutes.
"So, why?" He asked, almost concerned in his sentence. "I was horny, You were cute. You connect the dots." You said with a giggle in your sentence.
"Right.." he said, he never had anyone call him that.
Minutes pass, hours, actually. Yet you willingly stayed in his room listening to him rant about his games, and he'd listen to you rant about your interests.
When night feel you decided to head out, you both spent the whole day talking you lost track of time, Shigaraki watched you walk away opening the door before he spoke.
"Hey," he called out, you looked behind you to see him pulling out a set of controllers for the both of you.
He mentioned he had a few controller friendly games on his PC a few hours ago.
"About those games.." he cut his sentence, trying to find the words until he noticed you shut the door and walked towards him.
He was never the best with words, but you understood him and the awkward language he spoke.
You sat in between his legs, grabbing one of the controllers from his hands.
He memorized every button on the controller already, so he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you seated as his chin rested above your head.
He'd talk to you later about getting a separate chair if this would be a usual occurrence, but right now, it was just you and him with the controllers and monitor.
Finally, replacing your noisy teammates with the peace you found in each other.
A/N : I'm alive!! Sorry I haven't posted, I got my first case of REALLY BAD writers block, but now I got back into my element!
(Solution to Writters block : Get zonked 🍃)
To all of those who sent asks, I SWEAR I DO ALL ASKS JUS GIVE ME SOME TIME <33 :sob:
#mha smut#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x y/n#shigaraki x you#incel shigaraki#shigaraki smut#tomura shigiraki x reader
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everytime I see "incel Shigaraki" fics, I'm just like:
#don't get me wrong it's hot#but i was watching house and it's so on point lol#incel shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#my hero academia#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki tomura x you
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the word incel has lost its meaning, just say neet you are talking about neetsss
#shigaraki is fighting for people whom society deems subhuman and unworthy of protection#the poor the young the lgbts etc#i guess some incels would like him and that panel is a bit funny but hhheeölooooo
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due to some news made known to me, i now am debating writing a incel!shiggy fic.
shiggy fans, yall want this long dormant juice?
#if yall want it#that means i need to do so much incel research#i think this means i need to go undercover on them sites once again to give yall the cream of the crop#my hero academia#shigaraki tomura#shiggy#bnha#tomura shiragaki#bnha x black!reader#shigaraki smut#mha#shigaraki x reader#incel shigaraki
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UWA imagine idol reader with incel shigaraki!!
IDOL READER BE FAWNING OVER HIM AND EVERYTHING LIKE ANYTHING FOR HIS ATTENTION on their knees for him begging him to stay whenever he visits them.
While shigaraki shares the same obsession he just doesn’t shows it, he does it on purpose neglecting idol reader and getting busier everyday with missions leaving reader craving for him even more. Shigaraki would make reader wear cosplays of his favorite in-game characters.
Heart eyed reader following shigaraki around when hes free, they would definitely drop everything just to be with him. Of course shigaraki wouldn’t mind reader talking with anyone since he knows reader is head over heels for him and so is he.
#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki imagine#bnha tomura#tomura imagine#idol reader#incel shigaraki#obsessed#yandere#fanon
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