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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Nasty alpha wolf-boy Shiggy buying virgin bunny reader at a shady auction, taking her home and breeding her silly in all her tight bunny holes<3

BNHA ! THIRST

Shigaraki Tomura x darling

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TW: NSFW, captive darling, light bondage, oral giving/receiving, multiple orgasms and overstimulation, hybrid au

Shigaraki doesn’t get along with most other organizations aside from his own, but he could hold a certain respect for this establishment. He felt appreciated here – a valued customer – one with a hungry appetite the vendor saved only the very best herbivores for.

Herbivores like you.

“She was easy to tame- submissive like she was made for it!” The Master said. “A bit too submissive for my taste- but you know what they say about bunnies- cute like a button and just as dumb!”

Your thighs rubbed themselves where you stood in the dark of your blindfold. Bleating and cowering in the chastity belt they’d fixed tight around your lower body – having you sheathed on two thick cocks stretching out both virgin holes – making you drippy – vibrating inside you with purrs tickling your core in thrums he could hear from ten meters away.

“Stuff her in the trunk and take her home if you want- she’s so soft around the edges and pumped with hormones she won’t mind the bumpy road. You could take her right here on the concrete, and all she’d do is just moan!”

He could smell it in the air – how heated you were. Sopping like a braindead whore – he bet you’d been stuck in that chastity belt for hours, as sweaty and trembling as you were. Unstable were you stood in pink pumps soaked full of the slick running down your thighs – only managing to stand thanks to the big bodyguard behind you. He was a beastly fucker, squeezing one of your tits tight in a big bear paw while fisting your leash like a noose in the other, pulling the thick black collar kept snug on your throat only to feel your plush ass rub against his crotch.

The way your arms were cruelly bent behind your back was of no help to your balance either, making your perky tits strut forward. Stiff nipples begging for a suck or a twist or a slap – sculpted a bit by an additional harness shaped like a bra with no filling – just thin black leather lines extenuating that on display.

“My hunters swear she’s a pure little thing, so normally I would demand you pay extra-”

Two black heart-shaped eyepatches had you blindfolded but were kept lenient enough to allow tears to soak through, layered damp on your cheeks and giving a pretty plump bloat to your lips – sucking on the pink ballgag stuffed in your mouth, fastened tight around your head – making all your noises come out wet and even more feeble.

“But she’s yours free of charge if the league handles some business for me~”

Your lop ears drooped sadly down your cheeks, framing your cute face like a picture where your little nose kept wrinkling in terribly adorable sniffles – squealing on what he could tell was another ride over the edge.

“Deal.” He barked shortly, a growl in his throat.

The Master grinned. “Always a pleasure doing business with you, Shigaraki.” Tossing him the keys to the lock on your cunt before snapping his fingers, gesturing for the bodyguard to do the same with the leash – pushing you in a wobbling stumble over to your new owner.

And then he really felt you tremble – soft yet stiff, bracing yourself against him – the smell of utter terror and arousal so thick he found himself drooling just at a single close whiff – all the hair on his tail spiked on strict end as a hunger growled low in his gut.

He felt his pants grow taut and gave a hiss – shoving you on your stomach in a sprawl onto the backseat. Throwing your legs inside before slamming the door shut – putting his fingers to his lips – your slick wet on them, glossy and sweet in his nose like a perfume as he licked them clean while getting in the car.

“Drive.” He muttered in another curt growl, signaling the man to his side to turn the keys as he pawed the straining tent bumping his boxers with yet another hiss.

Huffing, he closed his eyes, listening to you nom on your gag with wet cries and moans – his chest tight and brows furrowed – cursing having said yes to clean up another organization’s mess, and even more frustrated with your scent hanging heavy in the air, making everything spin for him – until finally reaching the base.

“Get out, Binky- welcome to your new home.”

He tugged your collar again soon after the car stopped, and out you shuffled – sweaty and shivering on legs that could barely hold their own weight – supported by the hand he had raked in your hair, pulling and dragging your body out into the cold.

Letting go once you were out of the backseat, he started fisting the leash instead, yanking you forward with heels clicking in no steady rhythm – wonky on the ground where you struggled to keep up with him. Slick between your thighs, rubbing together as you walked.

You were still blindfolded – floppy ears shifty at the sounds of doors opening and slamming shut, along with the threatening cheers of the crowd of villains drinking in the rooms the two of you passed. It’s as though he can hear you praying, hoping that he’s not planning on sharing you with the rest of the fray the way you flinch at the whistles and filthy comments being thrown your way.

You sped up until your tits bumped into his back – walking close with your head bowed to shield yourself.

Splitting a grin, he chuckled out a low snort. He hadn’t thought you’d be so silly to seek his comfort. But dumb as it was, his cock seemed to find it unexpectedly pleasant.

Reaching his room, he fished for his key – hands unsteady, tongue gracing his fangs as he unlocked it before stepping inside. Hauling you behind him into the musty space where he at once pounced on you like a predator who’d finally lost all patience.

Paws with claws gabbed your tit with a force that made you stumble – almost fall if he hadn’t tugged you back by your leash. His tongue ran wet over the sweet drool dripping down your neck and chin – his canines close to your neck, making you shiver and bleat for him while his hand dropped down to cup your sex.

Stopping short at the thick feel of latex beneath his fingertips, he growled and shoved you in a toppling wobble until your back hit the soft embrace of the bed behind you. You met it with a bounce and a yelp smothered in your gag – and he followed quickly, crawling on top of you with the key in hand. Carefully caressing the lock on your belt – thinking it would be a shame to destroy it when he could make use of it later. He would need to keep you protected if the way everyone eyed you was any indication. After all, he couldn't expect a base crawling with only carnivores to resist the scent of a herbivore as sweet as you.

He turned the key in the hole and pulled the cruel construction down your thighs, and you gave a whine, hips bucking at the release, quaking at the empty feeling while he eyed the lewd mixture of slick clinging in pretty bridges between the two closing holes and the two glossy rubber cocks still wet and warm with your heat.

“You make quite a slutty mess for a virgin.” He teased, with two of his coarse fingers dragging up your slick clit – gleeful eyes watching you squirm while releasing a strangled sound caught between a moan and a scream – riddled with overstimulation to the point you were cumming in spasms from only the single little touch.

He only chuckled at the sight. Leaving you to pant and quake beneath him – with shakey breaths anticipating the painful pleasure of his touch once again.

“Sensitive, scared, horny- tortured by your own fickle hormones and instincts- I know what you want…” He continued, now with the words leaving hot puffs against the slick skin on your thighs. “You want this teensy little rabbit hole destroyed by the big bad wolf….”

Your whimpers were like a symphony – sweet and softly tuned to strum every string in his gut – purring and stirring something sticky and heavy and starving inside of him.

“Look at this pussy….” He groaned with a click of his tongue – his eyes set on the wet puffy little thing between your legs. “So pretty- I could bite it.”

Your back took an arch, jumping from the bed once his hot mouth hit your mound – letting out another uncontrolled moan – heart pounding so loud and savagely in your chest he could feel it pulse on his tongue inside you as he lapped at you like a parched mutt.

His claws dug with greed, plunged deep into the cake of your thighs, locking you around his jaw where he mouthed at your core with eyes rolling back. Every fiber went on a rampage within him, zipping along his limbs and gathering in his gut like one tight-clenched aching fist.

“Mh-fuck-” He took a breath, mouth gaping and dripping with spit and slick before moving upward, sucking kisses into the soft skin of your tummy and soon locking his lips around your nipple – with one hand working your free titty, the other fucked your hole with horny curiosity, delving in the slick with twists and curls and scissoring.

You whined under his touches, quaking on all counts – listening to your hole squelch while your oh-so-sensitive insides clenched down hard from the warm knot coiling in your lower belly, coming so close to that all-over-feeling yet again – shaking your head in fear of it.

“Piss yourself if it helps- I don’t mind-” He growled out low in a whisper, his fangs against your throat now, grazing playfully with rugged breaths hot against your flushed skin. “I won’t stop until I’ve broken in each hole-”

Eyes big and swiveled with tears rippling down your cheeks in rushed rivulets, all the while your pussy made out with his fingers – feeling the fat digits test the flex of your gummy walls – slippery with slick and happily fluttering from his touches.

You soon caved for the umpteenth time – whole body strangling to suppress the sensation while unsure how much more you could take before going numb.

“Tch- there you go~ good bunny~” He praised in mockery, snickering at your panting – his breath hot on your skin where he moved to hover above your gagged lips – undoing the straps to free your mouth.

“Ah please, m-master- please- no more-” You immediately begged, mouth wet with drool.

“Mh- you’ve got manners…” He moaned, keeping his fingers in your cunt while holding you by the ear in the other hand, gripping it tight and rubbing the thin softness like a lucky charm. Tugging himself out of his pants, messy with pre, he immediately steered the fatness to your mouth. “Open up~”

You took it with a small whine, feeling it push onto your tongue and further in until it hit the back of your throat in a kiss. He gave a groan, feeling your bloated lips wrap around the shaft as you glucked on his length in soft mewls – eyes panning from the view to watch your little titties bounce at the movement, doing small jumps for him as he rammed your sweet face.

He removed your eyepatches – wanting to see your pretty eyes glossy and big for him as you sucked his cock.

The look on your face made his gut rumble – so sweet-looking with your cinched brows and button-nose – eyeing him with cute anxiety, no doubt taking in the scary sight of his red eyes and his pale skin littered with scars.

You coughed cutely when he withdrew, and he bent over to kiss you again, spit stringing between your tongues as his fingers went back to your clitty – rubbing crass circles into it that had you squealing into his mouth.

“Please, master-” You cried, wringing your thighs shut tight around his hand – tears springing from the pity puddles of your eyes as you looked at him with such plead it made his gut roar.

He could only offer a gleeful giggle, spreading your thighs by pulling you snugly around his waist – his cock jumping eagerly above your navel as he bore over you – his breath hot on your face. “Don’t worry, baby bunny, I’ll stuff you up good. Breed you full of a warm creampie in your tight little cunt.” He cooed, fangs sharp and glistening – his paw flat on your belly, rubbing the flesh with want. “Right here~ warm and thick in your little womb~”

You shuddered at the threat, then whined an open-mouthed moan as he sleaved himself inside you. Feeling his every fat vein rub along your walls until his plush head nudged tight against your cervix – making you mewl with an arch in your back, clenching hard around the size of him. Shaking from the toll of it.

He groaned, starting to pound you already – fast and deep, just like a hound rutting. “I’m gonna give you my knot, Bunbun-” He drooled, sucking your cheek with tongue and teeth – red eyes set on your plump and pouty lips – gaping open and begging for more while he continued raving. “Gonna knot you up so tight- make this virgin pussy tremble for me-”

You could only pant, getting run through at such a pace your next orgasm was fucked right out of you. Sweat pilled on your forehead and nose, thighs trembling as you came on his thickness in hot, heaving moans. Throttling his cock for cum – which he soon spilled deep inside you just like he promised – painting your insides with it with balls clenching up, resting snugly against the slick that spilled out.

He was messy when he pulled out again. Glossy and still raging fat as he rolled you over on your stomach – pulling your ass up by your hips while you remained breathless with exhaustion, smudged against the pillowy sheets beneath you.

He laid his meat between your asscheeks, eyes lazily looking over your dewy face and how pretty you looked fucked out on his bed.

“This bunny-hole’s never felt cock either, huh?” He said, voice breathy but eager still – planting his tip at the opening of the taut little entrance before beginning to push.

You moaned out again but could only ball your fists for purchase, still kept in a lock behind your back – tightening them until your knuckles whitened while he crammed himself inside you one stout inch at a time.

“Mmh- fuck, so tight~ it’s gonna feel so fuckin’ good hugging me nice and snug~” He almost whined, getting swallowed down until his pelvis met your ass and the ball of fluff found there – doing a little dance just for him. “Fuck- look at you, little cottontail~” He groaned, leaving himself sunk down to the hilt inside you for a moment of appreciation before beginning to drag out to pound your stomach into a nice mess. “So perfect, I outta take a picture~”

tip-jar: Kofi

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keisukebajimipatron · 7 months

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This hurt me more than anything in this life.

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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 1 year

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I go bazoonkers whenever I see his neck and collarbones 🛐🛐🛐

His neck looks so kissable and biteable

(RAWRARAWRWAAAHHHAJQBAJNDJQNARAWR)

Chest, jaw, hands and lips too.

If he needs a dog...I can moo 🍞

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kleftiko · 11 months

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❦ CHERRY PICKING

cw: mature, virgin!shigaraki, fem!reader, dry humping, unprotected sex, cream pie, corruption kink, loser gamer shigaraki (love this shit)

it wasn’t a secret. he stared shamelessly at your tits while you spoke, and you didn’t even bother to let him know cause you knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. every time someone in the league would call him out on his blatant behaviour he’d turn red and leave immediately.

so it wasn’t a stretch to say he wanted to fuck you.

thing is, he was so obviously a virgin. couldn’t even fake knowing how to talk to a woman. and he must’ve been so masochistic cause he just couldn’t stay away from you. just yesterday, he was a second away from popping a boner when you bent over to pick up something you dropped. and you weren’t even trying to rile him up!

god, you wanted to just eat him up.

you wanted to break him down and you wanted to ruin him. you wanted him to never be satisfied with his fist or anyone else ever again.

so you went into his room, somewhere no one was allowed. who would want to, anyway. garbage bags thrown around on the floor—not even closed, so you could see crumpled up tissues falling out—dual monitors and a bunch of little figurines around his desk.

the constant clicks of his keyboard, his dry eyes glued to the screen, and the headset over his tangled hair kept him from noticing you sitting on his unmade bed. your gaze looked at his side profile, watched his pupils shoot back and forth across his game. he was so cute, you couldn’t wait to hear what kind of noises he’d make.

at some point, you couldn’t sit still anymore, you got up and walked over to the back of his chair, focus trailing over his screen and down to his hands. long, rough fingers that knew exactly what they were doing played with the mouse and the keyboard, you almost drooled at the thought of what you could teach him to do.

“you’re good with your fingers.” you said and shigaraki jumped.

“what the hell are you doing?” he hissed and you watched his character die.

“i wanted to see you.” you smiled.

“no.” he said a little too quickly.

“no?” you laughed and he shook his head to try and clear his mind. “what do you mean ‘no’?”

“i-i mean—fuck—why are you here?” he scratched at his neck and you took a seat back on his bed.

“isn’t it obvious?” you asked.

shigaraki didn’t say anything. his eyes just watched you, trailed over your body as you sighed.

“tomura~” you sang and patted the spot next to you.

it didn’t take him more than a split second to stand up, once he did, though, he hesitated to walk over, but listened to you anyway.

his fingers still scratched at his skin, so you took it in your hand and pulled it away.

“have you ever kissed anyone, tomura?” you asked and he paused, then shook his head, looking anywhere but at you.

“i’m sure you know how to though, right?”

shigaraki scoffed. “of course i do.”

“then kiss me.” you turned his chin towards you. your eyes fluttered a bit, just wanting to feel him. the thrill of knowing your his first is enough to make you wet.

but shigaraki was taking too long. too damn long. he was hesitating and as much as you loved his shyness, you couldn’t help it anymore.

you crashed your lips onto his. they were dry and cracked, and didn’t move until it finally dawned on him what was happening. then it was clumsy. he tried to take over, but he had no idea what to do. he slipped in his tongue but it wasn’t much better, just an inexperienced mess of spit. you could have laughed at him but this was something that you just loved. you had to show him that he wasn’t in charge here. being the ‘boss’ didn’t mean he could help himself here, and as you crawled onto his lap, hand guiding the back of his neck exactly where you wanted, he started to submit to you.

once he began to get the hang of it, you released your grip on him, instead exploring his lanky body. this is what got those beautiful whimpers from his mouth. and when you brought your hand to his hard cock and squeezed through his pants, his small and high pitched whine nearly made you moan along.

“fuck, you’re so cute.” you bite his lip.

“‘m not cute.” he mumbled as you got off of his lap.

a giggle escaped your lips as you kneeled between his legs, your hands fumbling with his jeans.

“you are cute.” you stated, pulling his underwear down. “and if you say you’re not, then im gonna be using my mouth to argue instead of doing this.”

shigaraki shut up at that, and he lifted his hips to help you free his cock as it slapped against his stomach. you had to hold yourself back from just shoving the poor thing down your throat, you needed to draw this out for him. you wanted to have him crying and begging for you.

as much as it pained you, you started with kitten licks, focusing on the head of his dick as you popping it into your mouth. tomura rewarded your patience with his head thrown back and a choked groan coming out of his throat, his fingers tangled in your hair and tried to push your head down. you fought against him, getting another whine from him as you reminded him that you were the one in charge.

you started to train him. every noise he made had a little more of your mouth over his dick until your nose was pressed against his pubes and your hands were fondling his balls. if only you could look up and see his whimpering face all screwed up in pleasure, fingers grabbing at the sheets he sat on so as not to jeopardize your warm mouth around him. it didn’t seem like he knew that he had started bucking his hips into your throat, but you let it go, you had been with enough losers to know the signs of him coming undone. you decided to reward him by taking his hand and leading it to your head. sneaking a look up, you could see the complete nirvana on his face as he realized you were letting him fuck your throat. you knew this was gonna be good. from all those tissues, you knew that he was jacking off all those times he got red and ran away from you, so he had to know how to use a fleshlight and right now that was you.

he had you gagging and choking, spit running down your chin as you sucked him off. and you had him crying out in pleasure, going faster and faster until he was cumming down your throat. not even letting you spit out the salty liquid—not that you would, anyway, you wanted him to watch you swallow everything, so you did.

you watched his glazed over eyes zone in on your pretty mouth, chest heaving as you SWORE you saw a small tear trickle down his cheek.

now it was time for your fun.

you planned to make out some more, touch him to get him hard again before you let him in your pussy, but upon looking down, you noticed his cock still hard, red, and dripping. a sadistic smile took over as you looked up at his scared face, but he didn’t have to time say anything before you took off your shirt and jumped on him, making him taste his nasty cum as you stuck your tongue down his throat. you pulled his hair, bite his shoulders and tugged at his clothes. shigaraki tried to keep up with your feral groping, but all he could do was submit to your torture as he tried to take off your clothes, whining and whimpering at your assault on his body.

“just break them.” you commanded, and he dusted off both your clothes until you were both naked.

you pulled shigaraki on top of you. “now get inside me.”

his eyes widened. “what? but—what about a condom?”

you actually threw your head back and laughed at that. the thought that he really expected to get laid at some point and was prepared was hilarious. still though, you weren’t gonna let anything stand in the way of being the best sex he would ever had, you wanted him to cum inside you just like that filthy porn you know he had to have watched.

“funny, pretty boy, i think we both know you’d rather fuck me raw.” you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him towards you. “so get to it.”

tomura was clumsy. he grabbed the base of his hard cock and lined it up with your hole, it took him a second, probably taking a moment to appreciate the fact that he was finally going to feel pussy. after all those years of his fist and toys, watching those jacked guys fuck someone on his computer, and now it was his turn.

shigaraki almost collapsed on top of you as soon as he entered you. not only was it so much tighter and warmer than he ever thought, but he was still so overstimulated from your mouth that he was shaking.

still, when you told him to fuck you, he couldn’t help but slam into you over and over again, chasing the thought of cumming in you raw.

his eyes fell down to your tits, bouncing with the motion of his hips and turning his brain into mush.

“you like this, baby?” you moaned and his attention drew to your face. shigaraki couldn’t form words, only sounds of pleasure mixed with some ‘please’s as he felt his orgasm building up again. watching the bliss on your sadistic face was everything he could ever want and more, and as much as he wanted to keep going forever, he was breaking down. his hips stuttered and all he could think about was the fact that he was filling your pussy with HIS cum. he cried out your name, his head thrown back and his vision going white.

then he fell on top of you. covered in a thin layer of sweat as he lay on your chest, he was prepared for you to push him off and leave him now that you got what you want. he didn’t like that that thought made him upset. he wanted more.

“are you gonna leave now?” he whispered, barely audible in the hopes that you wouldn’t hear it.

tomura felt your chest vibrate with a soft laugh. he looked up at you.

“you think i’m gonna leave without you making me cum on your fingers?”

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tomura-complex · 2 months

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✮ Personal assistence ✮

I shall present to you a new down to core kinky oneshot: Tomura Shigaraki x Bunny!Reader

TW: NSFW, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, praise, degradation, caught while having sex

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This job was a step into a better life with better salary. Even though you were just an assistant. The job was quite simple, but hectic. After two months, you were doing everything for your boss… for the great commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Re Destro was really happy about your work and he applied you to an even better position. The personal assistant of Tomura Shigaraki. Your work got even more hectic and you practically became Shigaraki’s shadow. And if you accidentally had some free time, you still followed Shigaraki like a puppy. A puppy… with white rabbit ears and a small white rabbit tail. Such a perfect assistant!

First weeks in the new position were… awkward. Your office was in his. You just had a small desk with a computer, calendar and a phone. You just sat all day by the desk and arranged his schedule to his likings. That meant changing his schedule all the time, because he was lazy and then making excuses and calling everyone from his meetings. But after quite a lot of days you started to know each other’s presence. You memorized his favorite meals and his favorite coffee. And he stopped being so whiny, so you had less work with his schedules. Things were getting better. You followed him to every meeting taking notes of the important things and every time you were walking in the hallway, his big hand rested on your back. Always. Every walk with him by the hall. When you sat by your desk and arranged a new meeting for him, he always went to you after the call and looked at his schedule, while slightly holding your thigh. When you got him coffee, he always slightly stroked your ass and the back of your thighs and asked about his next task.

These slight touches slowly became grasps and firm holds. Your whole day routine changed to be in more contact with him. “Good morning sir.” you chirped and put his coffee in his favorite place. “Thank you darling.” He mused and slapped your ass. “What are we dealing with today?” “Just a meeting with the league members at 2 pm. That’s all for today.” You smiled and felt his hand traveling under your short skirt and pinching one of your cheeks. You squealed and jumped a little, your tail twitching. “You forget something.” Tomura said firmly. “T-that’s all for today… sir.” You mumbled and he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. “Such a good girl.” He mused and your ears lowered a little. Praising was always your weak spot. His hand wandered from your ass to your knee and back. He squished your thighs and looked at some documents. “Maybe we should try something new.” He looked at you. Hunger and lust in his eyes and a raging problem in his tight pants. You gulped. One of his hands trailed to your face, stroking your cheek and stroking your lips with his thumb. “I always wondered how your cute and little mouth would feel on my cock. Get to work darling. So you can go back to your work as soon as you can.” He smiled at you, his eyes almost hypnotizing you. “Y-yes sir.” You whispered and got onto your knees under his desk. You always liked him… admired him, his power. Your soul always screamed when he touched you. Always wanting more. Your hands gently unzipped his pants, your ears lowering to your head and your tail twitching with excitement. You pulled down his pants and boxers to reveal his raging boner. It was… Thicker than you expected. He had beautiful veins on his full length and his scent… Oh god. It was even more hypnotizing than his eyes. And his heavy balls full to their brim ready for release. You gently licked his cock and then took him in your mouth. “Mm. I have my new favorite sight.” He grinned and watched as your head bobbed on his dick. From this perfect state startled Shigaraki a knock on the door. “Come in.” He said while smiling at your surprised look and gesturing you to keep up. Another assistant walked inside. “W-where is your assistant?” On Tomura’s face appeared a shit eating grin. “She went on a quick break. What is it?” “We got new information about heroes’ patrol shifts.” “Great. Put them on her desk.” He mumbled and after a while you heard the door closing. You met his ruby eyes and smiled. He chuckled and relaxed. His hand stroked your ears and grabbed your hair. He started guiding your head to his favorite rhythm, making you gag. Such a beautiful sound and view. After this joyful moment you felt him tense up. His hand pulled you into his groin, his pubic hair tickling you. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt his cock squirting semen into your throat, making you gag even more. He loosened his grip and you pulled away gulping for air. “I have a new daily task for you.” He grinned. “I’m glad sir.” You smiled.

After this encounter, every day was wilder. Your throat was sore everyday, but it was worth it. But this time Tomura decided to push this encounter into something even more. You finally had a free afternoon and you don’t even know how it happened. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed through his office room. You laid on your clean desk, his hands firmly holding your hips. The scent of making out masked your senses and his grunts were the only thing you could hear. You grabbed his tie and lowered him to you kissing his lips. Tomura smiled. “Such a good assistant… ugh… We need to do this more. Imagine me bending you over. Fucking you in front of a mirror. Or in front of the windows. Or in the meeting rooms.” Your ears twitched. “Oh, you would like that? Yeah? My cute slut would like that?” He grinned and kissed your nipples. You mewled and your back arched. All of this was too much for you. The knot in your abdomen finally snapped and you slightly squirted on his shirt. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled and admired your exhausted body. He grabbed your ass firmly and sped up. He huffed, towering above you. He kissed you feverishly and came right inside your cunt. He mused happily and slowed down. He picked up the phone and gave it to you. “Call and get me a new shirt.” You smiled and dialed the phone. After a while, someone knocked on the door. You slowly got up leaving his embrace and his softening cock. You arranged your clothes and picked up his clothes. “Here sir.” You smiled and gave him the shirt.

Since then you were fucking like rabbits. That fits you, right? You were fucking everywhere you could, missing some appointments and dealing with it later. You sat on his lap cockwarming him, while he thought about his new plans. Sometimes he fucked you only to torture you by making you call and arrange meetings while your session. The only one who knew about your little affair was Schuichi. You once stayed after your shift, only for a make out session. You ended up stuck in a room with cleaning products. It was small and cramped, but you still fit in there. You were pushed against the wall and your legs were around his waist. He fucked you up the wall not wanting to stop. “I… Got you something.” He huffed and kissed your neck. “What is it sir?” You smiled at him. And then you felt it. A fabric around your neck. You looked at him. “It fits you well.” You take it in your hands and look at it. It was white collar with a name sewn on it. It said: “Bunny”. You smiled. “Thank you so much.” I beamed and kissed him passionately. Your faces were met with a big stream of light. Schuichi stood by the opened door looking flabbergasted with an open mouth. You felt your cheek heat up and you hid your face in Tomura’s chest. “I just wanted… to get the new markers.” Schuichi mumbled and Tomura handed them to him and closed the door back. Then he bursted laughing and you chuckled. You never noticed why Schuichi needed these markers. Maybe for one of these meeting rooms?

Time flew by and you started living with him. Assisting him every minute of his life. Your relationship was now official and the league was happy for Tomura. You snuggled into him sitting with the league on the couch on a movie night. Tomura smiled and toyed with your bunny tail. You blushed and cuddled into him. He lowered to you and whispered into your ear.

“I can’t wait for the night to breed your tummy to the brim.”

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A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! I stitched this up just from my kinky thoughts from lonely nights. And here is a little secret! I'm planning another oneshot from an office AU, where reader is the boss and Tomura is a hardworking employee in a need of a reward!

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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i fink tomura is the most desperate kind of fuck <3 i think he humps your cunt ‘til his dick is flushed red & sore <3 he makes the little hero cum herself dumb on his mouth ‘n then dumps a load on your asscheek <3

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, overstimulation, cumplay, oral sex, multiple orgasms, fem!reader.

:(( ooweee shiggy is so nasty — he’ll keep cumming on you even after you’re all done and spent. slapping his lengthy cock against your swollen folds, groaning n whining at how you twitch under his tip while he spreads that thick whiteness all over your raw and ravaged pussy.

tomura teases himself too, gently plunging into your slick heat, just the tip though, and shallowly fucking you until his hips hurt from rutting into your puffy mound as it clamps down on him :( he’s made a mess of the pretty hero but he won’t admit how much you absolutely wreck him. make him a shaky mess of limbs on top of you, too weak to even fold your legs into your shoulders as he pushes his wet, sloppy cock deeper and deeper.

poor baby, even the slightest squelch from your cunt has his dick leaky all over again, spewing more of his thick hot seed against your insides— tomura fucking it deeper into you as it froths around the base of his cock and leaks down his heavy balls. but then he’s gotta taste you, shakily making his way between your thighs to suckle on that cute little clit, lick your pussy till she’s squirting about the place and forcing his cum to ooze out of your quivering hole </3

tomura’s so greedy :( licking it up before the mix can slide between your ass cheeks— humping the sheets to your sweet moans, he doesn’t care if it hurts to orgasm again, he just wants to soil the little hero and claim you with a load all over your pretty body.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki x you #bnha thirst #bnha smut #bnha x reader #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚੭ — close friends story #♡︎₊˚semmie.🌷#i don’t usually write shiggy so i hope this is okay!!#ily baby

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 6 months

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Happy Birthday

Shimura Tenko x fem!reader

Navi.

Notes: My dream Birthday I´m not even kidding

Autumn Event

Warnings: smut, mdni, modern au-ish?, fluff, aftercare, spit (incl. he spits in your mouth), reader has long(er) hair, he carries reader, lots of cute petnames (incl. "pretty slut" and variations), reader wears a dress, pretty cute and domestic overall, he overstimulates himself

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“I wanna sit on your lap.” It was a statement, rather than a request and he had to suppress the smile threatening to break out on his lips.

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl feeling needy?” he asked, extending an arm to pull you closer. You gasped but climbed on his lap nonetheless.

“Hey, it´s my birthday, you know? Shouldn´t you give me like…princess treatment or something?”

Tenko snorted as he helped you get comfortable. Carefully, he rested his chin on your shoulder and grabbed his mouse again.

“I always give you princess treatment.” The sensation of his breath against your neck made you shiver, and you could see him grin in the reflection of his computer.

You stuck out your tongue but cuddled deeper into him regardless. He couldn´t help but smile softly and pressed a kiss to your head. After holding you tightly for a moment, he focused back on his game.

“Wait. Is that my account?” you said, suddenly.

Tenko grinned.

“You hate exploring, so I thought I´d max out everything for you.”

You jerked around, eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait really?” you gasped. He nodded, already knowing you´d bless him by throwing your entire body into his arms.

“It´s really easy to make you happy, you know?” he murmured against your hair while you pressed your face into his chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much!”

“Love you too, princess, now let me do my thing yeah?” he gently moved your body again so he could comfortably look over your shoulder and continue playing.

“Hmm.” You nuzzled deeper into him. “Wait, oh my god how did you do that?”

He snorted.

“Sounds like a skill issue on your part, baby.”

You gasped.

“How dare you! I will have you know, I´m a God at this game.”

“With an HP sands and goblet on your Wanderer?” he grinned down at your scowling form.

“Well, at least the crit stats look nice,” you pouted.

“I know, baby,” he cooed at you and kissed your temple. “At least you´re good at other things,” he mumbled.

“What? Tenko!”

He laughed.

“C´mon baby, what would I do without you in my life, hm?”

You grew soft.

“And?”

“Hm?”

“What would you do without me?”

He leaned back to look at you properly, hand finding your chin to tilt your face upwards.

“Playing video games and working and nothing more.”

You furrowed your brows.

“What? It´s all I did before you too.” a breathy chuckle escaped him. “What about you then?”

“I ask the question here!”

“Right, my bad, princess,” he teased and kissed the tip of your nose, barely pulling back after.

“Well lucky for you I don´t intend on leaving,” you grinned. “You´re stuck with me.”

He hummed, lips brushing yours. “Marriage and all?”

You giggled. “Yeah, marriage and all.”

“You´re so cute baby,” he murmured and kissed you again. “So fucking cute.”

He moved you to face him and gripped your waist to pull you flush against him so he could deepen the kiss. A mewl escaped your lips. You could feel him twitch against your core at the soft sound.

Gently, you ground your hips against his growing member, drawing a groan from his lips. His hands tightened around your waist, dragging your core against his body to drive you both toward an orgasm. You moaned against his mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmured, barely pulling away, too drunk on the taste of your lips. Abruptly, he picked you up and brought you to his bed – practically collapsing over your form. One of his arms was propped up right next to your head, fingers playing with your hair. His other hand made sure you couldn´t move away from his kiss.

You couldn´t help but mewl, silently begging him to come even closer, even tugging at his hoody. He grunted, settling down until he lay on top of you, hands cradling your face and hips slowly grounding against yours.

“Lemme eat you out, baby, yeah?” he rasped against your lips, but you couldn´t answer, breath completely stolen away. He rested his cheek against yours, watching you patiently until you had caught your breath again.

“Please, Tenko.”

He moaned at the sound of your broken voice and moved down your body, his hands squeezing and groping at your sides as he did so until he came face to face with your clothed pussy.

“Shit, baby, you smell so fucking good.”

Impatiently, he slipped off your panties for you and flipped up your skirt. He took another moment to breathe in your familar smell only to dive mouth-first into your pussy, spreading your outer lips to give his tongue space to lap at your clit. One of his hands held you down by your hips, the other trailed down your inner thigh. He briefly pulled back to wet some fingers with his tongue, but was back on you in a second, easing one of the digits into your pulsing core.

“Fuck, baby, you´re so good, take off your dress for me, yeah? Wanna see you completely,” he grunted, rutting his hips against the mattress at the sinful sounds you let out through your parted lips. You did as you were told, hands trembling and legs shaking at the pleasure coursing through you.

Soon he had you arching your back and pressing your pussy against him more while he sped up the licking and sucking at your clit, even pushing in a second finger to drive you ever closer to your orgasm.

You came against his tongue hard and he moaned at the feeling of you spasming around his fingers.

“Baby, fuuuck, you´re so good, gotta let me do that shit more often, yeah?” he groaned, slowly pulling out of you to push himself up on his hands, grinning down at you with cum smeared across his mouth. He leaned forward to kiss you and you both moaned at your taste now drenching both of your lips. “Tastes so good, doesn´t she?” he rasped and you nodded dumbly. “C´mon baby, say it,” he tapped your cheek expectingly.

“Tastes so good,” you softly repeated, still coming down from your high.

“That´s my pretty girl,” he groaned and captured your lips in another kiss. “Gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You could only muster a helpless nod accompanied by a whine and he smiled fondly at you.

“Prettiest fucking girl,” he praised you again, before pecking your lips once more.

With two fingers he spread your pussy to properly line himself up with your hole.

He eased into you, letting out a low groan against your lips.

“F – Fuck princess, why – ngh – how do you always feel this good?”

A soft mewl left your lips when he had filled you up completely, grabbing at him, disoriented, to press a wet kiss to his cheek.

“Tenko,” you whimpered.

He moaned at the messy sight in front of him. Your hair chaotically strewn over the pillow, your eyes pleading and glassy fixated on him and a cute little pout on your lips. He snapped his hips against yours and your back arched at the feeling. Quickly, his arms circled your waist.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned, setting a rapid rhythm, hands groping and tugging at your skin to have you even closer to him. His strokes were deep, his heavy cock sliding in and out of you so nicely. His lips found yours again, spit spread across your mouth with his eager tongue while he rutted into you.

One of his hands reached down to play with your clit, stroking her in tandem with his heavy thrusts into you.

“Heh.” He grinned at you, eyes lidded, watching your face contort into one of pleasure. “You cumming, baby?”

You nodded wildly, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open – just so perfect for him to spit into. “Uhu.”

“Uhu?” he mocked, the hand on your hips tightened its grip so he could drive even harder into you. “My little princess slut is cumming?” One more tug of his fingers on your clit and your body tensed in his hold. A boastful laugh escaped him, though it was cut short by the wild clenching of your pussy that made him topple over your body, his face tucked into the crook of your neck and a loud groan escaping him. The speed of his thrusts decreased, driving into you slow but hard as he came.

“Mmh,” you mumbled, nuzzling deeper into his embrace, but all of a sudden, he picked up speed again. A surprised cry escaped you and your arms quickly found purchase around his shoulders. He moved so fast, holding you tightly and grunting against the skin of your neck. He couldn´t speak, just chasing the pleasure he felt when you spasmed around him, completely drunk on the feeling.

His cock was aching, but his mind was empty, set only on feeling you twitch around him again.

Moans and whimpers left your mouth, your body rocking against his from the way he harshly thrust into you. After a while he sped up even more and his grunts became louder. His left hand found the side of your cheek, shaky hand caressing your skin. It slowly travelled downwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake all over your body, until it pinched at your clit to make you crash head-first into your second orgasm.

He followed suit, body collapsing on top of yours, still rutting erratically into you until his thrusts turned sluggish and then, finally, stopped.

A long moan escaped him, his mouth, open, pressed against your neck.

You stayed entangled like this for a little bit as you attempted to catch your breaths. Once he had caught his breath again, he pressed several sloppy kisses against your skin and up your jaw. Slowly, he pulled away from your face and propped himself up on his arms to look at your tired-out form. He grinned at you blearily blinking up at him – lips swollen and breath still erratic.

“Fuck, you look so messy, princess,” he murmured, fingers brushing away some spit next to your mouth.

You whimpered.

“Mmh?”

“Kiss me. Please.”

His eyes widened, but a moment later a soft smile graced his mouth and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your parted lips. Then another. And another until he peppered your face with kisses and he held your giggling form in his embrace. His eyes crinkled at the sight.

“Wanna make out,” you whispered against his mouth, and he hummed.

"Just for a second though, gotta clean you up, baby.”

He moved his lips slowly against yours, fingers brushing lightly against your skin. Suddenly, he sat up, arms securely around you to carry your body with him and place you on his lap – his lips never leaving yours as they moved in tandem. His hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your skin.

He pulled back way too soon for your taste. Smiling fondly, he watched how your eyes fluttered open and a pout formed on your lips. “C´mon baby, I´ll carry you to the bathroom.”

He helped you to the toilet and held you steadily when he lead you to the shower afterwards, turning it on for you both. As the warm water finally soothed your skin, he ran his fingers through your hair while you hid your face in his shoulder.

“You okay, baby?”

You mumbled unintelligibly and nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

“You wanna watch something and cuddle a little bit before going to sleep?”

He received a nod from you and smiled, gently patting your head. After a minute of just holding you close to him, he loosened the grip you had on him so he could pull away to wash the sweat and cum off of you.

You trembled once he brushed against your clit and whined, but he simply let out a chuckle as he straightened his back again. For a moment, he just looked at you, holding your face in his hand, only to swiftly pick you up again, laughing at your surprised shriek and carried you out of the shower.

Not too long after, you laid against Tenko´s chest, absentmindedly playing with the string of his hoody. His left arm held you tightly around your stomach and in his free hand he held the remote in order to turn on the tv. A familiar intro music started playing.

However, you couldn´t help but look up at him instead, smiling wide. He mirrored your smile and let his left hand lightly trail up and down your neck. Then, he leaned down to kiss you.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed, thumb brushing away hair from your face.

“I love you too, princess.”

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yourlovermori · 1 year

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“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.”

#hornee thots ‧₊˚✩#shut up about the fuck ups that i’ve made #shigaraki smut #shigaraki drabble #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki x black reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki soft #shigaraki tomura #tomura smut #tomura drabble #tomura x black!reader #tomura x reader #tomura soft #tomura shigaraki #tomura thirst

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bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love · 2 years

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CURIOSITY (900 words) I dreamed this and can't stop thinking about it.

Warnings-Smut Sex Shigaraki being his sexy self

Shigaraki x Female Reader

There's just something about powerful, beefy, Godlike Shigaraki. The damage he could do. So much strength, the sheer power. No one can defeat him. He kneels for no one, even the top heroes flee from him in fear, well not you. You find yourself crushing on this Demon King.

You should have ran while you had a chance, instead you found yourself frozen to the spot, eyes scanning the white haired villain before you. The way his muscles flexed with every move he made. How his pure white hair blew in the wind. He really did look like an otherworldly God. Simply being in his presence made you feel small, helpless and weak.

Your eyes traveled over his form, admiring his toned build and six pack abs, till your gaze settled on the very noticeable bulge in his tattered pants. Holy fuck was he really that big when he wasn't even hard. You were snapped out of dirty thoughts by a dark chuckle. Your eyes immediately snapped up to his handsome face and your breath hitched as you locked eyes with Shigaraki's blood red ones that seemed to dance with a primal, seductive power. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest.

This is it, I'm dead, you thought, swallowing the lump in your throat. Time seemed to stand still as Tomura Shigaraki stalked towards you, a feral like smirk plastered across his face. Was he always this hot ? The thought raced through your mind as you found yourself getting turned on. Every inch of you felt like it was on fire.

"What do we have here, a curious kitty cat" he sneers, his hand cupping his now growing erection.

The next thing you knew you were pinned against the wall. His large hand finding its way into your panties to find you slick with arousal. "You're wet", his voice penetrating and deep. "Who am I to deny a girl her needs?" he growled into your ear. Of fuck your so happy you didn't run.

Here you are, trapped against his body and the cold wood of the wall. Your legs locked around his waist, body limp as your head rests in the crook of his neck, choked sobs fall from your lips as he uses you. Each harsh thrusts makes your whole body bounce from the force. Your voice is nearly gone from screaming his name, crying for him to go deeper, then pleading for him to stop cause you honestly didn't think you could handle the way your entire being was trembling in pleasure. Electricity coursed through you, as you craved more, so lost in your own pleasure that nothing else mattered, only the man who was delivering such ecstasy. Your fingers clawed at his back, digging into his flesh.

The immense sensation started in your belly, spider webbing outward. Pussy throbbing on his cock. Clenching desperately around it with every thrust he made, he was going as deep as possible. Your legs shook around his hips. The way his leaking tip pounded against the sensitive patch of nerves inside you made your walls flutter and clamp down on his pretty shaft. Feeling him twitch only intensified your arousal.

He could kill you so easily but he chose to destroy you instead. Bringing you to your knees and he didn't need to use any quirks, all he needed was his thick length sliding past your slick lips, driving you mad as he drove balls deep into your hungry cunt.

Now here you are clinging to the man who was your enemy just hours ago. Listening to him grunt and groan about how he's trained this hot little pussy, that you'll be a wonderful toy. And, you wanted to, oh god did you want to please him again and again. You needed to worship him like the God he is. No longer did you give a damn about your hero-code. Your only desire was him, to be his "good girl" his "pretty pet" and you would beg for him to empty himself inside you again, "please" you stuttered, "fill me up Shigaraki".

With a few more hard thrusts of his hips he grants your wish. Feeling him twitch before releasing himself once again, his hot cum erupts inside your already packed cunt. He stills only for a moment, yanking your head back to look at your blissed out expression, a sexy smirk on his face.

Then he says it, "that's my good girl, not a hero anymore are you ? Taking your God's cock so well....wellll maybe not at first huh sweetness. It was a bit of a struggle wasn't it love. But I made it fit and you loved it didn't you kitten" he hums in that cocky tone, his voice low and raspy serving to cause that tingling feeling to return between your legs.

"Now I'm gonna keep you. You'd like that wouldn’t you little one" he questions knowing the answer. "Yy..es..s sir" your voice quivers. He practically purrs in pride, so proud of himself. He made a hot top hero lose her mind on his dick, now here she is wanting more. Kissing her forehead he promises more fun, mentioning how he wants to put that pretty mouth to use when he gets her back to his bedroom. A small moan passes your lips at the thought making Shigaraki's still hard manhood pulse.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki thirst

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fairytsuk1 · 2 years

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streamer!au

being tomura's assistant was... hard.

what started out as some kid sitting in a dimly-lit beige room transformed into joining orgs, e-sports, drinking too much, and giving you a non-stop headache.

@tomraki: dream is fucking ugly lol

another headache. your jaw drops as the retweets begin to grow and the quote retweets threaten to drop your dear streamer's address or beloved ... well, anything. dream stans were ruthless.

"tomura!! you cannot, under any circumstances, say something like that!" he eyed you lazily before surfing through his files, saving fanart and writing down stream ideas.

"i'm not allowed to say the truth?"

"no! you aren't! you're getting devoured and what are you going to do if your org retaliates against you? we already had an issue with your gambling and then Twitch banned it and then you made a statement! again!"

he sighs drearily, "they banned my fucking revenue, i'm allowed to make a fuss about it. and aren't you supposed to support my every move?"

the way his eyes pierced you, and the slow creeping grin etched on his face grew every second. he was right, he was your boss.

but you weren't some doormat. you were shigaraki tomura's assistant for god's sake! you always retaliated.

"right, of course. that's why i scheduled a minecraft manhunt with you and him together for next week! so maybe you can tell it to his face next time."

"you didn't."

bouncy steps flee out the room before he can exact his wrath, "have fun!"

"FUCK!"

... oddly enough, he could be sweet. you'd seen him with fans too young to be watching him; he didn't go goo-goo eyed but he held a softness because he too was once a watcher of his favorite creators.

the circle of life, you guessed.

"are you having fun?" somehow, shigaraki had been lumped in with some of the more American streamers when he travelled from his cozy Japan studio to sunny California.

"no." "well, i know you like that whiskey sour." "it's mid. americans can't do anything right."

you shrug, that's enough of that. you lean against the wall while sitting next to him. he has a bit of a flush, but he needed this considering he saw StickyTape (Sero, an unfunny and bad gamer in his opinion) walk in. he knew people would be gunning for him to interact, post selfies, play happy streamer...

and his eyes wandered over to you again. god, could he quit it?

"you look nice." "do i? i wore my best skirt! figured i'd be seeing lots of famous people and networking for you, had to give em' something to look at."

the whiskey sour's in his veins now, and he decides to give up on filtering.

"your face is good enough." "what?"

are you that stupid? did you not hear what he just said?

tomura was no stranger to flirting with you, he liked to tease that eventually you two would fuck and that you'd be whining about wanting to be his and only his. and maybe you sometimes felt special knowing that you were backstage because he demanded you be there, not because it was just your job. and a long time ago, on a night he was falling in your arms due to the alcohol buzzing through his system that he whispered ...

"you're the worst assistant ever." "why?" "because you'll never love me the way i want."

what was appropriate to say? he snored into his pillow as you tenderly took off his shoes. obviously, he wasn't getting as many girls as he claimed if he couldn't see the love woven into every interaction with him

"my head hurts." "wanna go home? karl jacobs is looking our way, maybe it's best to get going anyways." "jesus, yeah let's go."

and just like that, the two of you left hand in hand.

@tomraki: how do you confess your love to someone?

@rakistanz: just tell her!

shigaraki (work): i love you

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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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How does Shiggy react to a darling who developed Stockholm Syndrome?

Shigaraki Tomura

TW: NSFW, captive darling, Stockholm Syndrome, ish benevolent sexism

fem reader

You kissed him a little while back.

It was strange, as though you’d forgotten yourself – lost yourself in the heat of the moment. But no, it had been deliberate and long-lasting – earnest and needy even. And had rendered him both speechless and in a panic.

He’d entered the room in a rigid mood and woken you up with a bite to your ass. Pulling your thighs snugly around him with his cock already swole between them – tugging your panties down your thighs while you were still rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a yawn.

You’d learned rather quickly never to fight him. He’d punish you with bitemarks and no food, and ultimately you grew too weak to reject him anyway. So your casual acceptance wasn’t anything new where you patiently awaited getting fucked – lying on your back while looking down at his fat member disappearing inside you with only a tiny moan slipping free from your lips.

You took him obediently as you’d done for a while – without protest. The only difference occurred after he’d twisted the two of you around so you could straddle and ride him. You’d pressed your naked breasts into his chest and taken his face in your hands – gently as you rolled your hips without guidance – and then, right before the kiss, you’d said, so very softly, “I missed you today… it’s boring here without you~”

Your voice was sultry, kissing him tender yet deeply – pouring sweet moans into his mouth while your hands tangled in his hair.

You’d traveled to his neck after, and he came as soon as your tongue licked the scars found there – digging his fingers into the plush of your hips, keeping you seated as he spluttered all his worth inside you.

He’d been in such a state of post-shock that he’d rushed out just after. Leaving you.

Kurogiri had pointed out his blush while he sat at the bar, mulling it over with a bottle of brown in his grip. He shuddered, recurring the feeling – your pillowy wet lips on his, those words leaving your tongue, your hands playing with his hair, pulling him close. His chest felt tight, just as tight as the furrow between his brows.

Dabi sat down a couple of stools away sometime later in the night. Often, Shigaraki would abstain from engaging in conversation with the guy, but really, at least in this case, he was the best choice of any to ask for input. After all, they weren’t all that different. Actually, when it came to basics, they were both pretty similar – same-aged, ugly, and ridden with family issues from scars to fractured memories.

Dabi gave him a dumb look, his brow raised as though to ask what he was staring at after noticing his side-eye.

“You still have the same girl?” He jumped straight to it.

Dabi’s dumb expression turned dumber. Confused, maybe not so much by the question itself but by why the boss was even talking to him. But most emotions are like matches for Dabi, and they burn out before they’re able to light any fires. Soon, the usual sense of disinterest washed over him, and his face eased up into that chronic jaded look.

Shigaraki nearly lost patience, reminded once again why he couldn’t stand the guy – rude as ever and so slow it made his skin itch. But then he gave his answer, “Yeah, I still have her.”

“She difficult?” Shigaraki followed up.

And Dabi took his time once again, hauling out the seconds before offering his answer in a drawl. “No, Stockholm Syndrome kicked in quickly.”

Shigaraki let it settle - Stockholm Syndrome – before looking back at his drink and repeating the thought once again. Stockholm Syndrome.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” He mumbled then.

Dabi sighed, taking a swig of his beer. It was already the third one, but he’d only been sitting there for about half an hour. “Not really…” He disagreed. “Most girls are better survivors.”

It was Shigaraki’s turn to look dumb, looking puzzled as he stared down the barrel to his bottle – in wait of an explanation – almost as though he was under the impression it was the drink who was speaking and not the patch-faced raven-head sitting beside him.

“They learn quickly to accept what will keep them safe, and then, they find solace in whatever they can to maintain their mental health as well…” Said raven-haired guy continued – then he scoffed. “Boys fight until they break. Leaving them a shell of what they once were. But girls don’t have the same pride.”

He swirled his bottle, stove-top blue eyes lazy, looking at the last of his drink storm with waves inside the green glass.

“They leave themselves behind and become someone new.” He offered a dry chuckle, and Shigaraki spotted the unsightly way his staples only barely held the split of his smile together. “It’s actually kind of scary.” He finished before downing the last gulp, setting the bottle down with a bang.

He swung off his stool, shoving his hands down his pockets, and walked away – his back turned.

“If I were you, I’d embrace it, boss. Despite what we try to believe, that shit feels best when it’s given willingly.”

Shigaraki sat there a moment longer. Long enough to get cut off by Kurogiri, who told him drinking anymore would be a bad idea.

When he got back to the room, you were sleeping again.

He stood and stared at you for a moment.

Was this a game you were playing? Was it a joke?

You’d pulled on one of his hoodies. And upon a closer look, you hadn’t showered either…

Strange of you to leave his cum inside you...

But thinking back about it, you hadn’t been so distant with him for a while already. You’d been trivial – conversational – even chirpy, if he could call it that.

Was it like Dabi said? Had you reached your breaking point for loneliness, leaving him to be your only resource? Or had you accepted the circumstances and willed yourself to play along?

He didn’t know, but the doubt stormed an upset in his mind as he lifted the covers and laid down next to you. But despite the exhaustion, the lure of sleep still wasn’t enough to make him close his eyes – he was stuck staring at you, mapping out all those qualities that make up your pretty face.

So deep in his studies, he nearly flinched when your eyes fluttered open.

A small smile graced your lips soon after. “You’re back…” You murmured, eyes softly blinking at him before you scooched closer – shimmying yourself over to him until you were all the way up against his chest, nuzzling your head against his collar with sleepy sounds of comfort. Resting there for a blissful moment before purring out a sweet “Good night~”

But he couldn’t sleep that night. Too busy listening to your soft snores – feeling the clingy way you clutched his cotton T-shirt.

He couldn’t bring himself to touch you either. For a long while – it was as though he was… scared almost. Freaked out by your doting – that way you’d hug him when he entered through the door – placing kisses on places he wasn’t used to – his cheek, his forehead, his neck, his knuckles.

Grabbing his sleeve. “Don’t go, Tomura…” You said once when he had his hand on the doorknob and the key halfway twisted in the lock. “Please… don’t leave.”

His throat went tight. It had been like that for a while – ever since that first kiss, actually, he’d been unable to talk to you – unsure what to say.

But you hadn’t the same issue.

“You haven't touched me in a while…” You continued, taking his hand away from the doorknob in both yours, playing with his fingers – bringing it up to your face – you cuddled it like he’d not threatened you with his touch many many many times before. “Are you bored with me?” You asked instead of the obvious, keeping him at a loss for words. “Or… have I scared you away?”

You? Scared him?

Your lips brushed his fingers as one of your hands made a slow descent – making him jerk with a gasp as it went straight to cup his groin – tender yet firm, giving it a squeeze.

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay?” You said coyly, eyes doe-like but kittenish all the same, with a pouty and small smirk playing on your lips before you bit into them – brows cinching, giving him a flirty pleading expression. “Please, Tomura?” You said his name as though it didn’t belong to him. “It gets so lonely here…” You kissed his palm. “Won’t you give me a proper goodbye, at least?”

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jctaro · 2 years

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no thots head empty just...

Shigaraki running the tip of his cock over your clit n then down your pussy, spreading your lips in the process.

That chuckle he lets out when he sees you flinching underneath him because you're so sensitive you want him bullying your insides already.

That smirk that spreads wider when you're calling him by his name — that name that would never ever roll so sexily, so perfectly off any one but your tongue. 'Tomura...' and 'please, baby...' : words that are guaranteed to make him feel the coil in his abdomen tighten with the need to give it to you, to bury himself to the hilt inside you, but goodness, doesn't he enjoy watching you break apart for him.

That ego that only seems to grow when he feels your clit twitch underneath the slit of his head when he's running it upwards again, passing in between your slicky lips, coating himself in your honey before he's reaching your overly sensitive bundle of nerves again.

"shhh, know you wanna, but this is fun too," he coos at you, rolling a nipple in between his free hand as he finally slots himself in between your lips.

His hard shaft is grazing your sensitive cunt as he indulges himself in a oh, so needed, never once disappointing pussyjob that has him watching how your nether lips hug his length, hearing how the slick clicks as he moves, feeling your nub twitch over and over as his head bumps into it, drawing from you the neediest, lewdest, loudest of the noises — absolute music to his ears, enhanced when you're hugging his hips tight with your legs, heels of your feet digging into the small of his back in an attempt of having him impossibly closer.

So responsive, that's just how you are and what he loves, the sight of you crumbling down for his affection, for his touch — metaphorically decaying, and fuck what doesn't he love more than your destruction, transitory destruction in which you're later pulling yourself together until the next time he wrecks you. You love it, too; you let him know with what you say, what you do — what you don't say, and what you don't do too.

Fuck, you spoil him so well without even doing anything, just being there for when he needs you, just being so good for him when he says he needs you — and he's about to pay you back.

He knows you wanna, and he might as well give it to you.

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kleftiko · 1 year

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❦ DANCE, DANCE

cw: mature, fem!reader, unprotected, inexperienced!loser!shigaraki, degradation, hair pulling

it’s missing loser shigaraki hours✌️😔

“i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me”

shigaraki lay on his back. the stupid artist gloves on his hands were bugging him. he wore them every night but for some reason he kept picking at the wrist. he felt like a failure—pathetic. today was a complete disaster and he didn’t want to face all for one like this.

the door to his room creaked open. his bored eyes followed to meet your head poking through the entrance.

“what do you want.”

your eyes held an emotion that made him furious. pity. you were there when he came back to base busted and bruised; you watched him nearly throw a tantrum at his failure of a mission, sulking and hitting things like a child.

“if you say any pitiful shit, i’ll kill you.” he warned and you frowned. wordlessly, you opened the door the rest of the way, revealing your bare body in nothing but your panties.

“no sympathy?” you asked and watched his adam’s apple bob harshly. his eyes bore into your body, gaze so intense it felt like you were on fire.

god, he was pathetic.

and you fed off it, but he didn’t care.

in a moment you were mounted on top of his lap—in his favourite position. his hands could grab your ass, his face between your boobs, and your pussy grinding on his clothed cock. he desperately sucked at your tits, biting occasionally so you’d hiss and pull his hair as punishment. it was at that time that he didn’t care about the artist gloves, if they let him grab handfuls of your ass and use you to get himself off then he didn’t care.

“you’re such a pervert, aren’t you.” your fingers carded through his hair and he whined involuntarily. “throwing a little tantrum when you get home just so i would pity fuck you, huh?”

he never let anyone talk to him like that. one disrespectful word and he would have their ashes crumbling between his fingers in a second, but with you? you degraded him and all he could do was spill precum from his aching cock at your words. you were the only one who knew he was this pathetic, never having had a woman touch him before you. but still, he had to try and fight back.

“watch it.” he growled, but you still pulled the band of his boxers down to free his dick. “you want me to turn you to dust?”

“do it.” you challenged, moving your underwear to the side and sheathing his cock inside you.

his head hit the wall behind him as you bounced, losing all the bravado he fronted.

“as if anyone would give you their pussy anyway.” you bit. “you wanna kill the only person in the world who would fuck you? be my guest and go back to your fist.”

he whined at your words, bucking his hips up and disrupting your rhythm. you harshly tugged his hair back, silently telling him to behave.

it’s a miracle he listened, but you could feel the restraint he put into not sloppily fucking you. you knew if you let him, he’d unskilfully trust into you without rhythm. he didn’t know how to fuck, but with you in charge you could utilized his thick cock and get yourself off. his fingers dug into your hips, his eyes screwed shut and you knew he was close. his pathetic mumbling and whines only spurred you on as you whispered, “you okay, boss?”

you slapped a hand over his chapped lips, muffling the loud moan he let out as he spilled into you. bouncing slowly now, he let out a string of curses at the overstimulation as you came to a stop.

“fuck.” he breathed.

as you looked down at his pathetic stature, you couldn’t help but think he was adorable—completely fucked out every time you finished with him. soft pants escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered open, gazing up at you with a haze of ecstasy. you couldn’t help but lean down and capture his lips, tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands came up to cradle your face desperately.

he wanted to stay like that, cock softening inside you as you slowly made out, but you didn’t allow it. instead, you let go of him and slipped off his dick, a trail of his cum leaking out of you before you fixed your underwear.

“see you tomorrow, boss.”

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shig-a-shig-ah · 2 years

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hear me out: dripping hot like massage wax onto tomuras back n you see his backmuscles tense for a second while he lets out a throaty "mmh" if you massage him hes gonna relax a little so u can surprise him with a few drops again nvm the reaction ud get if you drip the hot wax on his chest, abs, his inner thighs before finally dripping a bit of it on his throbbing cock

Oh my fucking GOD, anon, this fucking sent me. I read it, tried to focus back on work, and then literally could not get the thought out of my head. So, have a drabble so I can exorcise the horny demons lmao.

contains: gn!reader, light masochism, wax play.

A few drops of wax is all it takes before he’s graduated from those faint throaty noises to actively rutting against the sheets beneath him, letting out long, shuddering exhales in response to each small splatter against his skin. You massage each drop in with care, relishing how he relaxes under your touch each time, a delicious contrast the way his back muscles ripple when the hot wax makes contact.

“Fuck,” he swears, and then he’s shifting, rolling over to stare up at you with lust-hazed eyes. He doesn’t have to say anything else--it’s clear from his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing that he wants more.

And who are you to deny? You let your nails rake down his chest. Follow them quickly with drops of hot wax, trailing them down his sternum and over the pale skin of stomach, his hips. You let the candle hover just above his thighs, watching him shiver with anticipation before you mark them too, the skin reddening under the heat.

You’re quick to counter that irritation with a soothing touch, thumbs massaging those firm muscles, but you know that’s not really what he wants. His hips are still canting, his arousal jutting out from its patch of course white hair, practically begging for attention.

So, you indulge that too. Once again tease him by holding the candle over that sensitive area until the impatience is clear on his face, and then you tip it just enough to send small beads of wax dripping onto his throbbing cock. You’re rewarded by the sight of his cock jumping in response, jolting only to slap back against his stomach, swollen purple at the tip and leaking pre as a throaty giggle spilling past his lips. It’s breathy and excited as his fingertips dig into the sheets, his crimson eyes alight as he stares intently at you and demands again, this time with his words, “More.”

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chaichaiiskai · 2 years

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lmao don’t mind me i’m deeply horny for shig and can’t work on my event rn

-18+ shit ahead lmao-

SIGH. i wanna be his celebrity crush 👉👈

like- a semi/very popular hero who’s always hosting livestreams and flirts with their fans but they’re still so super sweet and caring make him go crazy for coco puffs

“oh? you like my top? well, thank you honey!” then he busts a nut cause your smile’s just so cute and you leaned over and your tits are practically spilling out of that stupidly loose shirt

and he’s so pissy abt it cause how fucking dare you, a pro hero, make him all blushy and horny

one day he ends up in a fight with you, surely he’s excited, right?

NO- all you’re doing is kicking his ass cause your hero costume fits perfectly against your curves and you keep calling him nasty names jejdjdjs

poor baby ends up just running off cause he’s literally so fucking hard from getting his ass handed to him by a cute lil pro hero who calls him a ‘fucking low life loser’

you’re such a 180 and it makes him so mad cause why does that fucking asshat reporter get called ‘babe’ and gets a hug but he just gets round-houses kicked :(

also, lil creepy but he’s definitely jack off to ur instagram posts- ESPECIALLY swim suit ones.

i’m sorry i haven’t slept in 2 days, this is unreadable.

oh lord good heavens 🤤 this is absolutely delectable and what are you talkin’ about i can re-read this for days???? but like—

is shiggy giving off submissive and breedable vibes? cause 😳

just imagine low life loser! shiggy who runs home to hump the life-size body pillow he has of you

he’s just a whimpering and groaning mess, rutting himself against the silk pillow while he’s moaning your name and trying to chase his release.

he’s replaying your fight in his mind, thinking of how badly you treated him and how you degraded him while twisting the heel of your shoe around on his chest.

how could such a cute lil’ thing make his heart pound at a million miles an hour and his dick harder than a rock, stirring around within the depths of his pants.

low life loser! shiggy who scratches nervously at the side of his neck, planning out the next little crime he’s gonna partake in where he knows you’re gonna be just so you can bully him around again.

low life loser! shiggy who’s waiting for your next stream so he can fulfill his dirty little fantasies and cum on his gaming monitor.

low life loser! shiggy who hides behind a screen, giving you praises with a hint of perviness lingering behind each word.

low life loser! shiggy who mumbles curses at you, calling you names under his breath while mumbling about how it was your fault you made him do such despicable things in the first place.

low life loser! shiggy who’s just so gross and finds himself getting daring and more curious about you.

low life loser! shiggy who forces one of his lackeys to watch your every move while he goes and sneaks himself into your apartment, burning through the security just so he can snatch some of your used panties and clean ones alike.

low life loser! shiggy who decides to dirty up your sheets with a little surprise— wrapping your dirty panties around his fist like a bandage, standing at the edge of your bed just to jerk off and moan your name like a whimpery little bitch until he’s cum all over your sheets.

low life loser! shiggy knows that his cum’s gonna dry up by the time you get home but that doesn’t matter to him, the thought of you writhing around unknowingly in your cum soaked sheets while you sleep riles him up again. and again. and again. and again.

low life loser! shiggy is so caught up in this rare opportunity that he fails to hear the soft click of your front door and then the sound of footsteps that follow.

👁 👁 and then i shall stop here because HAHAHAHA youre going to horny jail but im escaping 🏃🏾💨

#go to sLeEep???#sleep is important #moots #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki x y/n #bnha #mha #THIRST #sweet jesus 😩

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