MDNI| toxic relationship, accidentally hurt by his quirk, gaslighting, manipulating, suggestive content , a need for therapy :(

shigaraki cries when you threaten to leave. no, not earth shattering sobs but silent tears that spill from the ducts as he watches you pack. you’re turned away because you can’t bear to look at him. “i knew you would leave me… just like everyone else”. his voice is hoarse and raspy, a dejected tone that claws at your soul. you pause your actions, clutching at the handles of the suitcase to take a deep breath. he approaches tentatively, like a lion studying a lamb. “i can’t keep doing this, Tomura” he winces, disgusted by the bitter sound of his given name from your lips. “how many times do i have to say m’sorry, angel”? the man reaches for your bruised and bandaged arm—evidence of his temper. “didn’t wanna hurt you, baby. just wanted you to listen, you know i hate it when people don’t listen to me”. you snatch away, tears threatening to fall. “people ?” you hiss, “I’m your girlfriend , tomura. you don’t get to treat me like your minions!” he goes silent. you still haven’t looked at him. and chest heaving with fists clenched. and even with the vortex of emotion he can only focus on one thing. “you’re so beautiful when you cry”. it’s dry and mirthless, your laugh. “god—you’re sick”. he shrugs, “you’ve known that from the beginning”. he’s right about that , at least. you’re still not looking at him and he needs that to change. he knows if you’ll just meet his eyes then it’ll be fine ! “it’s not my fault that i’m like this. i was beaten, bruised and abandoned. being discarded is why i am the way i am” he sniffs, “i just hoped that you…” he trails off, knowing that your kind heart wanted nothing more than to comfort him. he can see it in the way your hands flex. “don’t you love me anymore, angel ?” your body stiffens. he has you now, and he knows it. hook, line and sinker. of course you meet his gaze, eyes brimming with tears. so full of love and utter devotion. it’s foolish really. you’re too good for this world. too good for him. he knows it too but he is a deteriorating corpse in a vast desert and you are a tropical oasis. you are his salvation. he needs you. and you love him. crimson renders you motionless, with him walking you backwards against the wall. “baby, my angel” it’s whispered against your skin. his head tucked in the crook of your neck to graze the sensitive flesh there with his teeth. “i need you, angel. don’t you know that ?” his tongue trails upwards, a glistening path up your face to capture the salty tears that linger. roughly, he palms your breast and gropes your ass. small pecks across your cheeks until his lips meet your own. you try to resist, really you do, but his teeth break the skin making you gasp and he bullies his way against your tongue. the kiss is raw and passionate and bloody and you feel yourself drowning once again. “you are mines, angel. i’d kill us both, before i ever let you leave me”. it’s not a threat, it’s a promise between lovers , whispered sweetly as he falls to his knees, pulling your tights down with him. a kiss is pressed to your mound, followed by the rough pad of his thumb. your knees buckle, but he holds you steady. “don’t worry, baby, i’ve got you. i’m never letting go”. you made shigaraki cry when you threatened to leave, but he made you cry and beg to cum.

“Say it again,” you giggle, eyes holding a playful glint as you throw yourself on him and knock him on his back. A small scowl present on his lips — body splayed along your shared comforter. Taking advantage of the position he’s in, you hurriedly straddle his slim figure. Mounting him —your thighs resting on both sides of his hips effectively trapping and keeping him right where you need him. His gaze still holds his same bored look always with a tinge of annoyance, but from here he looks malleable— laying below you on the account of his own will. Pretty blue hair splayed out underneath him and the sculpted structure of his delicate collarbone begging to be marked up.

Testing the waters, you shift your hips against his — grinding into his slowly hardening cock. He’s hissing out a, “ngh—shit get off.” at the sensation of your clothed delicate parts grazing his. The action causing him to involuntary buck up his hips, his fingers getting entangled with yours and forced into the mattress. Pressing your hips harshly against his manhood, it brings his ministration to a halt as he indulges in the pleasure. “C’mon baby,” you coo, “Just say it one more time Tomu, and i’ll give you what you want” pressing open–mouthed kisses to the calloused skin of his neck. Grinding your wet heat deliberately against his weeping cock — faster and faster until suddenly you. Stop.

“I already told you once” he whiningly huffs— cock uncomfortably hard in his jeans. Growing impatient with the situation he’s in — bucking his hips up, head tipping backward, and letting out a strangled moan when you press back harder. Being the hardhead he is — outright refusing until you threaten to leave him with blue balls in which he starts singing like a canary. “Okay, I —please I-I love you. Wanna cum so bad—fuck.” And you grant him what he wishes for — the slow roll of your hips causing the fabric of his clothes to catch on the tip of his manhood has him arching in your hold. Desperately chasing his high as he chokes on grunts and hushed groans. When your eyes meet his bearing an overwhelming lust — capturing his lips in a kiss — one you’re whimpering into. He’s gone. Hips moving erratically and spilling his thick seed into the confinements of his boxers. His eyes fluttered shut as tears prick his eyes — interlocked fingers holding yours in a death grip, mouth fallen into one of a silent moan.

One hand unlatching from his and holding the other as you lay on his chest, it isn’t until he opens his eyes that you speak. “See?” you hum, pressing soft kisses to the bags under his eyes “Wasn’t that hard hm?” giving his lips a peck. And instead, he grunts at the ever–growing dampness in his jeans. “Whatever brat, you ruined my pants,” he replies distastefully — making you chuckle against him as he pulls you closer and you smooth out his hair. “And Tomura,” you say, voice barely above a whisper — looking down at you expectantly “I love you too.”

18+ minors dni thanks // warnings:

blowjobs, not sfw, shigaraki x afab!reader, face fucking, rough sex, neck grabbing, choking (i think?), overstim (shig) , afab!reader, no pronouns for reader, this can’t be more than 1k it’s just a drabble i wrote in tumblr drafts, enjoy.

thinking about blowjobs with shigaraki. shigaraki tomura, who curls his toes and grips the back of your head as you take all of him in your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat. shigaraki who hisses when he becomes too overstimulated, but begs for you to keep going. faster, he begs. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and the air stings them, as you suck tomura off like it was your last will and testament.

“fuck, that feels good.” he moans. loud and proud as he takes both hands on each side of your face and gets on his knees so he can fuck you into oblivion.

you’re now crying and grinding your pussy against the blankets that are beneath you. they become soaked with your fluids and eventually your cum. shigaraki does not take kindly to this. you’re only allowed to cum after he cums.

“fuckin’ brat.” he snaps at you, pulling himself outta your mouth and forcing you onto your knees.

for a moment you regret cumming on your own, but when he thick cock enters your cunt, that thought immediately leaves your mind along with all other thoughts. his cock leaves no room in your pussy for anything or anyone else, and he prefers it this way. shigaraki figures that this way no one but him was allowed to touch you, and if one day someone were to fuck you. well, then he’d just have to teach you a nice, long lesson, now wouldn’t he?

he fucks and thrusts and does whatever he damn well pleases until you’re begging to cum on his cock.

an evil grin forms on his face. “say it.” he says.

“say-say wha-ahhhhh.” you struggle to get out the words but manage.

he grabs your neck and squeezes it, and whispers into your ear. “say it.”

your eyes widen as you realize what he means, and instantly you become hot with embarrassment.

“y-your…” you start but shigaraki begins to ram into you at an unforgettable and unforgiving pace.

“come onnnn, say it!” he yells as he pulls your head back by your neck, his grip tightening the more you resist.

“y-your the best i’ve ever had.. tomura.” your moans are like smooth purrs against shigaraki’s skin and it causes his nerves to ignite.

he pulls you back by your neck again and tongue kisses you, stopping the sloppy kiss with a wet ahh. “that’s it, keep going.”

“you’re the best i’ve ever had and—,” tomura interrupted you.

“and what?” he snaps.

“and you own this pussy. this pussy is all yours, you own me. i’m yours and you’re.. you’re mine, tomura.”

he grins and gives u another sloppy kiss. “that’s a good pet. now, cum.”

and as he rubs the rough pad of his finger against your clit, you cum. the pleasure is blinding and grand, it truly was and remains the best pleasure you’d ever experienced in your entire life. your body falls limp and you begin to doze off, but not before shigaraki lifts you up and presses your back to his chest.

“oh no, we’re not done yet.” he laughs.

please these two are killing me!!!

the way they turn away together!!! it has me thinking about you just begging them to do something with you—something they know you’ll enjoy, something they know they’ll fucking hate, something they know will be worth all of the suffering and embarrassment and annoyance, just to see your sweet smile, to feel your shimmering eyes on their skin and your eager fingers cuffing their wrists, to hear your euphonious giggles as you drag them along, as you get exactly what you want.

fucking brat.

it’s something that they just cannot say a definite no to regardless of how hard they try, something where their rebuffs simply mean try harder, their joint resolves easily, quickly, pathetically chipped away at/eroded by your incessant pleading and pouting—so pretty, so precious, so fucking pernicious, perilous—and something they begrudgingly and ultimately grit their teeth to get through just for you, only for you ♡

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a wholesome Shigaraki headcannon.

I wanna know how he tells y/n his feelings for them, and the journey of how he developed them. I think it's such a cute idea, and I would love to read your input on it!

(If you like what you read, consider supporting me on Ao3!)

Title: A Villain's Origin of Love

Summary: A short hc of how Shigaraki came to fall in love with you. He was never good with words, and a crush didn't help.

Cw: none

Word Count: 1k

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When you first joined the Liberation, Shigaraki hated you. He figured you were just another fan that would leave the second things became serious, just like they all did. He would observe you from a distance, never even introducing himself to you since he figured it was a waste of time. When you stuck around after a few months, you were already well acquainted with everyone, except for him. 

The other members would rave about you, telling him funny things you did and how thoughtful you were of the other members. He knew this, or course; having watched you for the better part of 3 months helped him understand just who you were. 

His skepticism started to fade when he saw you helping Toga after a battle. Usually, everyone would patch themselves up, but you jumped in to help her and other members before even helping yourself. He admired your selflessness. Another time, he watched you from behind the door as you were blissfully humming while you patched up Touya’s clothes he had destroyed a day prior. Shigaraki felt something when he saw you in these quiet moments, and he didn’t like the feeling. He felt warm on the inside, something he had never felt before. Surely he was distancing himself enough, so why was he feeling this? Was it some type of quirk you had and didn’t mention? 

“Um, Shigaraki sir?” He was taken out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice echoing from the room. When he looked up, he saw you staring at him, a slight smile on your face.

“What are you doing?” He asked, opening the door and stepping towards you.

“Oh, just repairing Dabi’s jacket. Did you need something repaired as well? Or need me for a mission?” You asked.

“N-No, just don’t fuck it up, I don’t want another singed member walking around.” He replied as he quickly left. Shigaraki got back to his room and cursed himself for not taking you up on your offer. He wanted to talk to you, but he was nervous. The leader of the biggest villain organization was nervous to talk to a girl of all things. Not having a reason to talk to you, he looked around his room for something, anything, he could give you to fix, just so he could stay in the room and watch you, at the very least. 

After not finding anything, he takes his coat off and rips it apart in several places. Heading back to your room, he hears you talking with someone on the other side of the door. He lost his chance to get you alone to talk to you. He leaves his coat outside your door and decides to take a walk around the base. 

It’s been hours and instead of thinking of battle plans, all that fills his mind are thoughts of you. He remembers the day you tried talking to him when you first joined and he ignored you, mentally beating himself up over it. He got to know how kind you were, and as selfish as it was, wanted some of that for himself. He found you pretty too, not that his ego would let him admit that. He started to imagine a life where it was just you and him, living normally amongst society, no villainy, just- 

“Shigaraki!” 

The sound of your voice made him come to a standstill. Turning around, he saw you running up to him with his coat. 

“I finished patching up your coat for you! I saw you left it outside my door,” you tell him. 

“Thanks,” he says, hesitant to take it back, scared the conversation might end. “What are you doing right now?”

“Well I just finished with your coat, so nothing, I suppose. Why, did you need something?”

“You’ve been here for a while and I never got the chance to talk to you.”

You smile and start to walk alongside him, “Talk to me about what?”

He sighs, taking his coat, “I don’t know,” he pauses, “just, about you, I guess.” He clears his throat, only being able to stare at the ground. 

The two of you talk for hours, walking all around the base as you lose track of time. He got to know more about you, your life before the Liberation, and why you decided to join. It was safe to say he was falling for you, but there was no way he was going to tell you that. Not now, at least. 

After that, the two of you became friends, and you would help him with things. In return, you would find little gifts scattered around the base with a poorly written note saying, “for Y/N, from Tomura.” You would always thank him the next time you saw him, and you noticed the way he would look at you with love in his eyes, the shy mannerisms he would display when around you, and you thought it was cute. But lord knows you could never ask the leader of a villain organization to be with you, it was out of line. 

Thankfully, Shigaraki was already a step ahead of you. He told you to meet him in his office one night with no other details. Usually, he would talk to you when he saw you, but the whole day he had been ignoring you and avoiding you like the plague. Your mind was filled with anxiety, nervous he would say you did something wrong and exile you out of the Liberation. However, when you knocked on his door that night, he opened it and you saw a teddy bear and heart shaped necklace with an engraved “T” on it in his hands. 

“Y/N,” he starts, trying his best to maintain eye contact as his face beamed bright red, “you know I’m not good with words, but.. Do you want to be with me? Be my girlfriend?” 

You chuckle at his confession, your face now matching the shade of his. “Yes, Tomura, I thought you would never ask.”

Calling Them After You have A Bad Dream Of Them Part One: Shigaraki

Notes: tbh I just saw this idea sitting in my drafts yesterday and suddenly felt motivated to write it between classes so here's a cute lil drabble. send me an ask for any other characters you would want this idea with

Warnings: mentions of nightmares/bad dreams, mentions of kidnapping (very lightly, he thought sm bad happened to you), reader calls Tomura Tomu because I think it's cute and was going for a cutesy reader vibe

Characters involved: Shigaraki Tomura

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Your hand shook around the cold metal of your phone even as you pressed it against your ear.

Long rings echoed from the device, with each sound making a new wave of anxiety surge through your abdomen.

He was fine. You knew that. You had just gotten off of the phone with Tomura a couple hours back and he made it clear he wasn't harmed during their fight against the heroes.

He was safe, just like the rest of the liberation was.

But that dream.

The mere thought of your dream was enough to make shivers wrack your body as you crawled further under your blanket.

The warmth of the soft material helped remotely calm your racing heart but it did nothing to quell the fear consuming you.

You wanted him. You needed him.

You needed to feel Tomura's arms wrap around your form as you buried your nose in his long hair. You needed to have him by your side so you could forget.

Forget about all the blood and decay, forget about the fire and the dust that made you double over in a coughing fit as you watched the heroes take your love away from you. Forget about the screams, about the way blood matted his skin as he screamed for you to-

"Hello?"

The sound of his voice made you jerk up in surprise but you found yourself scrambling to reach your phone a moment later.

"Tomu? Hi! Uh- I-"

You trailed off then, taking in the sound of fabric ruffling on his side of the phone as he no doubt moved around in bed to find the blaring red alarm clock on his bedside.

"It's two am, baby, why are you still up?"

A long yawn followed his question, the sound causing your heart to clench in guilt.

You woke him up. He had spent the entire week restlessly fighting off the heroes and barely had time to blink much less sleep. He was exhausted, and had collapsed almost as soon as the liberation escaped the battleground.

And you were stupid enough to wake him up when he was too tired to even move.

You were stupid. So stupid. You were a problem, a liability. You were useless.

Just like in the dream. You couldn't save him, you couldn't help him, you would just trouble him and be the reason for his demise.

You didn't realise tears were streaming down your face until it was too late and a sob escaped your lips.

You wished Tomura was sleep deprived enough to not hear the sound, but the sharp sounds of fabric from the other side of the phone told you otherwise.

"Baby? What- are you okay? What's going on? Fuck, I knew I should have kept you here with me! Those wretched heroes-"

"Tomu, I'm fine."

You had to raise your voice to make him actually listen to you, but you somehow managed to subdue his panicked rambles.

"Where are you?"

"Home."

Another rustle of fabric, but this time you could hear him moving out of bed.

"I'll be there soon."

"But Tomu-"

He cut the call before you could finish, forcing you to once again curl up on your bed with an annoyed sigh.

By the time you awoke, his fingers were already carding through your hair.

The sudden feeling made you jolt up in alarm but you were quick to return to his embrace the second your eyes took in Tomura's familiar form.

His clothes were a mess and his hair riddled with tangles. Blood stained the sides of his neck and bits of his skin peeking out from under his black sweater and pants. And you weren't certain, but you could almost swear you saw a bruise or two blossoming across his arms.

Tomura was injured and imperfect. But he was here. He was safe.

And he was looking at you like he wanted to murder someone.

"Who hurt you?"

"What? No one, Tomu, it's not like that."

His eyebrows furrowed at your words, but he thankfully chose not to say anything as you sat up and shifted to loosely wrap your arms around him.

"I- well, I had a nightmare. A bad one. It was about you and-"

You sucked in a sharp breath, but even that wasn't enough to help you voice your nightmares. So you didn't.

"I was just scared, I'm sorry I woke you up."

Tomura remained quiet even as you huddled closer to his chest. His fingers continued untangling your hair, never stopping even when he let out a painfully strained chuckle.

"You made me run halfway across a city for a nightmare?"

"I didn't mean to! I told you not to come I-"

His hand moved to hold your chin even as you spoke, with his fingers squishing your cheeks to cut off anything you could say.

"Don't care. You can repay me with breakfast in the morning."

His hands dropped from your face then, instead shifting to your waist as he pulled the two of you under the blankets.

The room descended into a comfortable silence broken by the periodic scratches of his nails carding through your hair and the soft rustles of fabric.

Normally, the silence would have made you stare owlishly at your ceiling as your brain flooded with thoughts of your dreams.

But not now. Not when you were surrounded by his warm presence ready to turn all your nightmares to dust.

With him, you were safe. You were untouchable.

You had found your sanctuary in the arms of a villain. But you were fine with that.

"Love you, Tomu."

He let out a soft hum against the crown of your head, with his lips parting to echo your words a moment later.

Tomura is really hungry for physical contact, so it's no surprise that when he's inside you he can't help but sobs on your neck for more, with moans saying he feels too good and tears on he's cheeks that you quickly kiss and then dry.

Every onslaught feels like he could die at that very moment. The sound of his hips crashing into your butt floods the room as shigaraki cries, cries for pleasure, cries because he loves to touch you and especially loves you more than anything.

I’ve had soft Shigaraki brainrot for days and this is my constant little daydream when I’m cozy in bed, so have it.

contains: gn!reader, cuddling, fluff.

"Nnmmh?" You let out a small hum as you're stirred from sleep by blankets rustling, your eyes blinking open when the mattress beside you dips with a familiar weight. You twist a little, glancing blearily over your shoulder. The light streaming in through the window is faint and diffuse, just enough for you to make out pale locks of hair. "Tomura?" you murmur sleepily. "What time is it?"

He clicks his tongue softly as he slumps down against the pillows. "It's still early.” His raspy voice barely rises above a whisper. "Go back to sleep."

Exhaustion is clear in his tone and his eyes, bagged and heavy-lidded. Sleep-addled though your mind is, that’s enough to spark a dozen worries, ones that are almost ever-present. Tomura comes when he can and leaves when he has to, days and occasionally weeks passing between visits. Then one day he’s simply there, lounging in your apartment when you return from work or slipping into bed beside you in the early morning hours. During his absences you can't help but fret, and that doesn't stop even when he reappears. Especially not when he so often returns looking worse than when he left. 

"Have you eaten?" You rub at your face, trying to force your vision into focus, and then let your gaze scan over his cheekbones, and the hint of clavicle his collar reveals—angles that have grown worrisomely gaunt in the time since heroes rendered him homeless. "I can make you something."

You're already shifting to rise despite his earlier instruction, the gnawing need to take care of him far more compelling than your desire to sleep in. You make little progress in that effort to tend to the needs he ignores, however. Tomura grunts with trace irritation and then his arm slings heavy over your waist to tug you back down against the sheets, the warmth of his chest pressing to your back as he pulls you tight against him.

"I said go back to sleep," he grumbles, but there's no bite to the words. You can already hear the edge leaving his tired voice, can feel him relaxing into your body slotted against his own. The heft of your comforter settles around you both and his fingers dip beneath your shirt to trace idly over your ribs, his face nuzzling into your hair. Another second passes and then his arm tightens around you to coax you closer, his breath warm against the nape of your neck as he adds with a murmur, "Just want this."

Man this is so random but Shigaraki drabble??

You coming up with a unique, secret handshake sequence with Shigaraki would mean so much to him. It might not seem like a big thing, but the intimacy that only the two of you know it and it's something you do only with him would make it almost sacred for him.

Sometimes when he's alone, he finds himself practicing the handshake sequence, but as time goes on, he can't shake off the habit of acting out the movements when he's alone - he can't really put his finger on it why, but it eases him when he gets overwhelmed.

The fact that it's something exclusive, something that others don't have make him feel so seen and special.

Not to mention that he finds some weird satisfaction in greeting you with it in front of the other League members.

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a/n: I have never written anything mha related before, so I hope this Shigaraki drabble wasn't too bad for my first try!!

pls don't kill me I'm still kinda new to mha

PLS DO SHIGGY THIGH FUCKING HCS thank u ily

I honestly didn't think I'd write on here again but I can't sleep and it's like 5:30 in the morning lol. So I'll write some thigh fuckin' headcanons to ease the stress 😎 (also TW: for thigh fucking, somnophilia, long post in general LMFAO. If I missed anything I apologize. Also it's now 6:19 after finishing it so there's probably typos I've missed after briefly skimming this so Im also sorry for that LMFAO)

(EDIT after writing. I'm so sorry this ended up not being headcanons and was just a full on drabble I found of pulled out of my ass but I hope you still enjoy it lol)

Now truthfully I havent even watched/finished the seasons after season 4 lol. I'm in the middle of season 5 still because I'm severely depressed and can't enjoy anything. But that doesn't mean I don't still love shigaraki and tbh I still read fanfiction from time to time about him or dabi.

I feel like a lot of people paint shigaraki as either absolutely vile and grimey or just aloof and soft with a grumpy attitude. And I feel like it's a bit of both. Which really plays into his sex life (if he'll ever have one). But even without a sex life, his personality most certainly plays into his fantasies and kinks.

I want to also emphasize that fantasies are just that, fantasies. Shigaraki most likely has plenty of fantasies that he'd never dream of acting out with his partner should he ever have one. I feel like even if he had some sick fantasies or kinks, and you happened to be okay with it, he would still be iffy because if this man, for whatever reason, picked you out of everyone else?? He's not going to treat you like absolute garbage. Shigaraki is definitely not the nicest person by any means, but by God if he cares about someone he fucking cares. Esp because you're probably the only person who actually loves him in his entirety. So if he's into noncon, somnophilia, predator/prey play, or whatever, it's going to be a while before he gets comfortable bringing up any of those fantasies with you.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, you're wondering "goddamnit ash shut the fuck up and tell me the thigh f-" wELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD YOU LISTEN TO SEGGSY MONOLOGUE OR YOU GET NOTHING. ty luv u.

Okay so his fantasies right ? What are shigarakis kinks ? Does he have any? Oh absolutely. And they range from either something as light and soft as hickeys and tying you up in silk while eating you out for 2 hours to nipple clamps and making you wail with hot tears and shoving a dildo down your throat telling you take it like you've taken every other mans cock down your throat because he knows stupid sluts like you are always capable of doing those things if you know it'll make your pussy soak the sheets.

Now it's not his top fantasy, but thigh fucking. And God do you have the prettiest thighs. It doesn't matter is there's stretch marks, if they're chubby, skinny, or if you have immense scarring on them he LOVES them. He loves how soft they are. He loves how they look in shorts or a skirt (esp when you keep trying to pull them down a bit because they're a size smaller than what you wanted so they don't pudge out). He loves how your delicate hands lay on top of your thighs while you fiddle with your fingers out of nervousness. He loves the way they move when he walks behind you, you have a walk that puts any model to shame. He just loves them . And by God does he throb at thought of getting to push his cock past your sweaty or oily thighs. The head of his dick barely kissing your clit each time he thrusts. But that's not the biggest and best part at all. He wants to wake you up to it. You've told him countless times he can wake you up to any sexual acts but he's still nervous. But he's really horny right now. And you're sweaty from the lack of AC and you're naked on your side sleeping away. But he genuinely can't think of anything else other than how wet your pussy must be right now and how slick your thighs must be from the heat of the room. His cock is absolutely aching to slide between your thighs and folds. He has never felt so hungry until he met someone with a body as inviting as your own. He's been stroking for the past couple minutes but it's just not enough .

He peels off the throw blanket you have over you because despite the heat you always love your blanket to sleep. But even after the blanket is removed you still don't wake . He slowly examines your body and grazes his hand down your body. Going over your shoulders and arms to ribs to hip bone. Finally meets that beautiful soft ass of yours. He gentle lifts your thigh to angle and can see your pussy . Its so wet and glistening from the lights on the street coming in through your window, beaming in and lighting up your skin to a beautiful warm glow.

He lifts up one of your slick folds, seeing your pretty clit and rubbing his thumb in tiny circles on it. He can't take it anymore and slides his cock between your thighs, his shaft rubbing your leaking pussy and making your clit throb even more. You may be asleep but your cunt is always awake and ready to be touched by him.

He starts thrusting slowly to building up that pressure in his groin to make his orgasm feel even better in the end. He can feel you coating his shaft with your juices more and more with each desperate thrust he makes to your thighs. Your thighs are so sweaty and warm and grip his dick so nicely taking any and every drop of cum he wants to and could ever give you. He can hear slight wet sounds coming from your cunt with each thrust that keeps getting more rapid and animalistic with each thrust because you dont know how to stop being such a needy whore all the time even in your sleep. Before he knows it you're gushing and your cum is on the sheets making him go over the edge. Now he's spitting thick, white shots of cum all over your thighs while drops of it roll down your skin onto the bed as well. You're still mostly asleep, but youve adorned a dazed smile on your face with a satisfied tomura passed out next you .

18+

I’m not gone do too much cause I know you girls like to tussle… but when it comes to shigaraki I just know it’s heavy.

♔♕♚♛

Long, thick dick with heavy balls. Big breeder balls, always so swollen and full.

Pretty dick and even prettier balls.

Calls you a nasty bitch when you ask him to just let it sit on your tongue.

He lets you do it anyway. Cockwarm him under the table while he’s in meeting. You think your being discreet but the weight on your tongue makes your brain fuzzy and the occasional whimper slips out. Sometimes Shiggy will say “fuck it” pulling you up with a four finger grip and throat fucking you while the league watches.

He’s so mean about it too ☹️

I think I think tomura being reminded that he should be more gentle and take it slow during sex is slowly eating me alive

when you first start having sex with him it’s apparent that he’s just so…so overwhelming in that department. making quick work of your clothes — throwing them somewhere on the floor before taking his place above you. eyes telling you all the more that his lust for you is one of insatiable thirst and unfulfilling hunger because his love is one of overwhelming consumption.

the way he’s looking at you and the weight of his thick cock pressed against your thigh — pale uncut and unreasonably leaky tells you that he’s not even thinking about anything of the casual romance — slow intimacy and things of that nature because to him this is romance. his body pressed against yours — needily panting against your lips as he tries to guide his cock against your entrance steadfastly. you’re painfully sobbing at the unprepared stretch — “not wet enough m-my clit tomura” n he’s grunting before sliding his thumb down to your bud, pressing against it harshly and giving it a few pinches because he’s just like that —so he can finally slide in.

and when he finally has you stimulated to where you’ll open up enough for his cock to fit he’s pushing himself deep and giving you so much more than you can take. filling you up to the brim with a cry of a wounded animal — your eyes squeezed shut and broken whines spilling over his shoulder as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. blunt nails digging into your skin with every second he’s encased in your tight wet heat — trying so hard to pace himself to take a minute to remember that he can take it slow.

but when he looks up at you with your teary eyes and the taunt pain he can feel as your fingers bury themselves in his skin he loses all resolve. Bullying your cunt with vigor in the most inhumane way possible — carving a piece of himself deeply in your womb as your able to do nothing but take what he’s giving you. Moaning pitifully into the sex–filled air — wrapping your arms around his back while he rocks harshly against you. Leaving you nothing to do but cling to his form as he gives you creampie after creampie all night long.

My brain has been obsessed with Possessive!/jealous Tomura making sure you and everyone else knows who you belong to in whatever means necessary 😭❤️🤒

I feel you anon. I feel you.

I wasn't sure if you wanted sexual sense, but I went in a yandere direction with slight mentions of sex. I'm sorry it's short.

Warnings: mentions of murder, mentions of sex

"I don't care if he was just a friend. I didn't like the way he was looking at you. His pathetic cock was probably getting hard from thinking about your body." His voice comes out as a sharp hiss, slipping his glove back on and offering you his covered hand. "Now come with me before the wind blows and his dust gets on your clothes."

A shaking hand takes your boyfriend's. No matter how many times he's done it, you can never get used to the pained look on someone's face when they turn to dust.

"Did you really have to kill him? He was my friend..." You say after a few moments of silence.

"Of course I had to kill him. He was trying to get between you and I. There is nothing that is allowed to do that. I don't care if I have to kill every damned person in this shitty place to make sure of it." He says firmly, his grip on your hand tightening, eyes blown wide.

As much as you wanted to grieve your friend who was just murdered, you couldn't lie, the crazed look in his eyes was beautiful.

"I will turn the city to ash and fuck you on top of it. I will prove that I will do everything in my power to keep you here with me. Do you understand me?" He asks, pulling you to his chest.

"I understand." Your mouth feels dry as you are pulled to the chest of your lover.

"I love you so fucking much. I don't think I can wait to get to the base." He guides your hand to his tightening pants. "See what you do to me?"

Tomura crouched on your couch, clutching one of your oversized plushies between his legs. The black controller dug deep into the animal's bulbous, stuffed head. Red eyes locked on the screen, his shaking fingers smashed through well practiced combos. Pale cheeks flushed a furious red. Blunt teeth tearing his lower lip to blood, he spat muffled cuss words through the corner of cracking lips.

You silently set his mug of hot chocolate on the side table and slipped onto the couch beside him.

"I'm going to SLAUGHTER this little shit."

Smiling into your cup, you patted his shoulder and sipped your tea .

cw cheating (not on reader.), mild dubcon ("don't cum inside"), toxic relationships all around

tomura had shoved your face into the mattress, uncaring of the makeup you'd spent so long delicately applying at your vanity like a little doll. now it was smashed into expensive pillows as he bullied his thick cock into you, knocking you forwards and backwards while the slap of skin on skin rang through the air.

"you're so fucking hot, want you impaled on me like this all the time..."

it drags through your walls, a heavy feeling at the bottom of your tummy as he savoured the feeling of you squeezing him every time he forced himself to ram into the squishy spot up inside you, he was making you see stars.

your mind thinks back to dabi, when he used to like you when you were all splayed out under him while you whined and begged for some sort of stimulation.

"tomura!! to-oh!"

his balls draw up, and tomura can't wait to fill you so full that it drips down your leg and maybe, just maybe he'll get a picture to save for later. his fingers tighten around your hips, likely to leave a scalding bruise in its wake.

"i'm close, gonna pump this pussy full of my cum. you like it right? you like being fucked when you have, uhu, a boyfriend, right?"

you're being stretched so thin, and the rubberband of your orgasm is being pulled tighter and tighter than you can only cry out as the man above you ravishes you like a little doll.

"not, not inside! gonna cum, gonna cum all over your thick cock," your mouth runs wild when tomura hunkers down to pull your arms behind you and ruin you, "just don't do it inside!"

he's groaning, and losing his power and he slowly drops to rest his stomach on your back, barely even thrusting but shoving himself as deep as possible because he 100% was going cum inside.

"don't wanna leave a little gift? fuuuck, i'm cumming. take it, just fucking take it."

he's no match as you squirm wildly, sobbing into orgasm as you clench wildly while his hot load warms you from the inside. his chest heaves above you as he lazily rocks his cock in you like you need to be soothed.

"i think someone's calling you, baby."

your sweaty bangs are pushed out of the way as tomura keeps you pinned under him; crackly static filling your ears as the phone is pressed against your temple.

dabi's voice fills your ears, and you gulp.

"hey baby."

Thinking of Shigaraki playing on his pc with his friends while you are under the desk sucking his cock, you had asked him to please turn off the microphone but he just teased you, they wanted everyone to hear how well your mouth sucked his member and your gagging when you shoved it deep down your throat, sucking his balls as if your life depended on it and kissing his glans, Shigaraki practically saw hearts in your eyes for his cock and when he cum inside your mouth, the first thing he did was take a picture of you without your permission to send it to his nasty friends.

"i got the cutest whore in the world".