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~screams of pleasure~ Shigaraki x traumatised!oc

TW: smut, pegging, dom!female sub!male, praise, voyeurism

Bloodcurdling screams of horrifying fear filled the bedroom of Ichika. Her black tears were uncontrollably streaming down her face, calling out for help, for saving that was never given to her in the first place. Why she was screaming in the first place? She had a frightening nightmare about her being back behind the glass cage of the government in that white villa. All the heartless heroes who came to observe her instead of save her hurting soul, even All Might himself visited her in all her pain and despair, but the thought of saving the girl never crossed his mind. The many needles with drugs that were put inside her fragile body was a horrific experience that the girl just could never overcome in her entire life. All the experiments that were proceeded on her body in the past played over and over again in her thoughts. The indescribable pain, inhuman humiliation and the many sexual assault repeated in her nightmare so many times that she lost count of it.

Blinded my her fear she didn’t see Shigaraki standing in the doorway, very concerned about her wellbeing. He walked up to her trembling body on the cheap king-sized bed, calmy sitting beside her and wiping her steams of tears from her rose cheeks. Tomura cupped her face gently, bringing it to his chest, hushing her softly. “ssshhh~. Everything is okey Ichika, you are safe with us. If anyone even dares to look at you then their head will be mine to harvest.” Tomura cooed in her ear, but having a venomous touch to it. His shirt was now damp from her black tears, but she just needed someone to comfort her, someone who would protect her. That someone was the feared Tomura Shigaraki. Later on deeper into the darkness of the night they fell asleep in each other’s arms, never wanting to make the moment to end in a million years.

6 years had passed, the two were now both 21 and have grown quite fond of each other over the years. They both never dared to leave one another’s side in the fear they couldn’t protect their partner in crime. Maybe Tomura and Ichika even became too fond of each other, because they often would wonder if the other would be open to be more then just friends one day. It would be perfect, they both liked videogames, junk food, were complete nerds under all that villain bullshit and were good on an emotional basis. they both were too bothered by the feelings of one another, because what if the other said no, that could just ruin the whole platform where their friendship was built on. The league itself expanded in bigger numbers than the two were expecting at first. There was Toga, Toga was a bit too much for both Tomura and Ichika, she was just too hyper and energetic for their taste. Dabi was an annoying piece of shit who looked like a walking corpse, always insulting her for being too damn creepy or Tomura for being so disgusting to look at. Spinner was a cool lizard guy who liked games as much as the male and female of his age. Twice was very bipolar but a nice fella. Compress was a lot like Kurogiri in multiple ways.

Ichika POV:

In my defense, I never meant to fall for my boss.

I had joined the League of Villains out of anger towards the useless heroes who watched me suffer behind glass. Aspirations of starting over and fixing society compelled me to join his cause. So, when I signed up, I had been expecting an imposing figure. An idol among men for people to gather around. Someone who'd strike anyone as malicious the second they laid eyes on him.

Instead, I had Shiggy….

Granted he was positively terrifying. Just only when the moment called for it. As a member of the League, I was far more likely to catch him in his plaid pajama pants sleepily brushing his teeth. His hair all ruffled up from a long night. Or sleep-deprived and over-caffeinated after a late-night gaming binge; like the walking dead and in desperate need of a nap. Then I had my personal favorite, nervous Shigaraki that retreated into his hoodie just a bit, a faint blush on his cheeks, completely unfiltered as always but a hint of bluster as he yelled at me to get lost. Even though he was far from what I had expected, he still managed to make my heart thump.

Sure, he was rough around the edges, but there was something that just drew me to him. Like the fact that despite being the center of the LOV he seemed to cling to the outskirts, choosing a drink with Kurogiri over getting into the antics of everyone else.

That and I knew he was at least mildly interested, catching him more than once checking out my ass or chest. Turning bright red and angrily muttering at me if I so much as implied what he was up to. So, while I certainly hadn’t meant to but somewhere in all those nights sitting at a cozy bar or stuck somewhere on a mission going south, I’d find that I had grown interested, too. Not that I could do anything about it though. The moves I had made to get closer to him so far had gone ignored or met with hostility and I had a sinking suspicion Shigaraki was the kind of person to ignore rather than confront any urges in my favor.

No one’s POV:

Shigaraki never meant to fall for Ichika.

He had always been a friend to her, or at least, it’d been so long since he’d had that feeling it was only meant for friendship like it’d always been just him and her. That was just what he was used to. He never really expected to have anyone.

So why was she so puzzling to him?

It wasn’t as though there was this lightning moment, I certainly wasn’t presented as a romantic interest. Just a member of the league like anyone else and his best friend. Then a member, like many more around her. Doing what was expected, like anyone else. A standard companion rather than any kind of special character. Except she just kept showing up.

All the time.

When missions ended up fucked and he’d have to force an evacuation, or when he was at the hideout, a rare moment where his guard was down.

A stupid smile on her face, honeyed words, and understanding. He wanted Ichika. Wanted to figure out why she always had a sweet thing to say to him when he did nothing but spit venom or ignore her.

She was on his mind all the time. But his curiosity wasn’t as bad as his imagination.

~smut warning~

Nails scratching down his thighs, mouth wrapped around his cock, eyes wide and innocent, not so dissimilar from the wide-eyed look she gave him every time the two of them interacted.

He was tortured, images of her haunting him, unable to escape her during the day and night, Ichika’s perfume on his nose, phantom feelings of her skin under his fingerprints. It was a cruel joke, not like anyone would let him touch them, especially not her.

So, if he was going to be alone forever anyways, he had to do something to ease this tension, the only thing available was his own fist.

The tight feeling of it around his cock never failed to send him cross-eyed in pleasure, filling it up with his cum as he imagined that it was her who was bouncing on his cock. Her cunt squeezing him like a vice grip as she milked him for all he's worth.

But he was still curious, wondering what it'd be like to have her pretty lips wrapped around his cock, leaving lipstick rings around him. The curiosity was insatiable, till he was sending her out on a mission, sneaking into her room while she were away. Grabbing her favorite shade just so he can see what it'd look like. The sight alone had him almost cumming, too lost in the image of painting her pretty face with his cum.

He wondered if Ichika would like that, like licking the cum from off her face. Wiping fingers down her chest and sucking on them to clean them off. He wondered what it would be like, trying his own cum to see if it tastes alright. The salty-sweet flavor was addicting, the taboo nature of what he was doing, how gross he was being. Jacking himself off only to clean himself off with his tongue. Wondering how her juices would be different. Craving to see how they mixed. Filling her tight little pussy with his cum only to eat it out of her.

He was becoming insatiable.

She had counted herself lucky that she shared a wall with Shiggy, almost silent for the most part, only sometimes waking her up by shouting at his games in the middle of the night but for the most part he’d been quiet.

Not anymore.

Something changed dramatically in the last month, his sounds keeping you up throughout the night, the squelching of his cock, and his hand spinning Ichika’s head around. Spending her nights biting her fist, an ear pressed to their shared wall as she caught his little whimpers.

Fingering herself maddeningly as she tried to race him to her pleasure, challenging herself, one, two, and sometimes three orgasms before he finally came. Imagining what it’d be like, having him abuse her cunt instead of his hands. She could scarcely meet his eye anymore. Sure, that her desperation would show on her face. Desperate to pin him down and fuck herself on him till she couldn’t cum anymore.

It all came to a head one night, three fingers shoved into her cunt, her face shoved into a pillow, humping her hand like mad when you heard it.

He was calling out Ichika’s name.

“Come on, cum for me, please,” she heard him beg, moving her hand in time to his strokes, closing her eyes and pretending he was there above her. His begging growing louder as they both grew more desperate.

She didn’t know what came over her. She was so close, so caught up in the vision when it slipped out. A near-silent plea.

“Tomura please,”

She came right then, hearing as Shigaraki’s strokes stuttered out.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted out as he came.

Ichika sat there in silent terror. Waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for him to come in but he never did. It wasn’t until well into the afternoon the next day did she dared to exit her room.

But Shigaraki was already long gone.

“Tomura please.”

He heard her, he knew he did.

Ichika’s voice, unmistakable. His first name on her lips, all breathy.

The memory sent blood straight to his cock. The stuttered sound of her voice as she came with him.

He spent the night shell-shocked. How could Ichika have this much of an effect on him? He was beyond this, she was far more like some random NPC, someone he shouldn't be focused on. And yet she cursed him. He thought it was bad before, but now his dreams had an audio track. Over and over.

“Tomura please,”

And league outings were only making it worse. Clearly, she didn’t think he heard her, treating him as if he didn’t exist, even though she was the one that said his name. Talking with the others, laughing with Toga and Twice, or worse… Dabi

It was on one night that she especially seemed intent on torturing him. Drunk off her ass when everyone started swapping sex stories, what was quite embarrassing for Ichika, because she was in the middle of it all forced to listen to all their weird sex life, a glimmer of glee in her eyes as she watched their collective mouths drop from each other’s stories. Then with a shrug, like it was no big deal at all she said, “Sure all of that is fun, but what I want is to try pegging sometime.”

Several guys around Ichika shifted uncomfortably, but Dabi just leaned in closer, purring for her attention. Making Shigaraki seethe. Failing to realize that she were paying attention to one person in particular as she kept going. His face flushed as she described the dream. Shigaraki’s pants growing tight as she giggled to herself in embarrassment, before passing the attention on to someone else.

That final straw snapped him. Later that night he fell into an internet spiral. Learning everything he could. He wanted to prepare himself for her. He knew he needed more than just his hand to work himself open. He remembered Ichika’s earlier conversation, well aware you were still in the bar with the rest of the League, trying to sop up the liquor with food, occupied for the next several hours. It was time for her to deal with the consequences of tormenting him for so long. So, he quietly entered the hall. Opening her bedroom door and closing it behind him.

Hesitantly, he looked under her bed, spotting a box tucked in the back just as he thought you were so innocent as a god damn angel. A little pink plug nestled against a bottle of lube, and a slimmer box placed there as well. He grabbed the lube, slicking up his fingers, hunched over on all fours as he teased his hole. One finger circling the rim. Carefully working his way in. Wriggling it deeper. Grabbing the plug next. Hovering it over his whole as he gently pushed it in. The stretch was intense, trying not to force himself through anything, all while he craved more. Finally, he had it all the way in. It was a strange sensation, not unpleasant, and as he squeezed around it, he could feel himself getting harder. Squirting out more lube, he slicked his length, pumping up and down as he played with the plug.

And that’s where she found him

She stumbled into her room, far later than she’d expected. Closing the door behind her before flipping on the light. And there he was, laying, his ass up as his fingers played with that cute little hole of his. Stretching himself out so he could take her cock she could create due to her quirk anatomy: if she knows the full anatomy of a being than she can create their body parts on her body. The limit is if there isn’t enough surface left on her body and if she still tries to continue, all of the mutations will crash like a busted videogame.

Her plug nestled in his ass, his other hand desperately jerking his cock. Ichika was still a little tipsy from the remnants of alcohol in her system. Just enough to embolden her, and make her not question why he was here.

She could feel your panties getting wet at the sight before her. Arguably the most powerful man she had ever met reduced to a whiny mess. Collapsed on the bed, spit dribbling out of his mouth and a mess of lube and cum leaking out of his ass and cock. Humping his hand desperately as he made eye contact with her pleading for help. Too close to his orgasm to feel embarrassed. She spot your box of toys next to him. Noting that it was her plug in his ass, and her lube making a mess over her sheets. He hadn’t stopped his hand yet, still desperately close as he watched her take him in. Deciding what to do. He just looked so cute like this, his eyes crossed in pleasure, his cock red, and leaking. Ichika feels her thighs pressing together, a month's worth of lusting after him hitting her all at once. She desperately wanted to help him.

So of course, she did.

She was already drenched from the sight of his debauched state, moving to the bed, and helping him onto his back. They were both silent at first, nothing more than moving together as they both processed what was happening. Nothing but labored breathing and small noises filling up the silence. She clasped his wrists and pulled them away from him. Forcing him to grasp onto the bed frame with four fingers before letting her mouth descend on his cock.

First, she blew lightly. Enjoying the cute little way, he whined and bucked his hips at her. Then she was letting the head sit on her tongue as she swirled it around. Closing her lips around him and sucking hard. Having her tongue loll out from her mouth to lick him further down the base before she follows not far behind with the rest of her mouth. Bringing her hands to play with the length of his cock that couldn’t fit in her petite mouth. His hips twitching each time she touch him.

He had been achingly close for so long and watching his fantasy be fulfilled before his very eyes was proving too much to handle. The sight of ruby red lips enclosed around the base of his cock while tears pricked in her eyes as she struggled to take all of him was emblazoned forever in his mind. she can feel the way he's getting closer, the tension in his cock unbearably tight when she pulls off. Earning a growl from Shigaraki.

"Behave," she warned, and he eyed Ichika suspiciously before she started removing her clothes. Pulling off her shirt first, then discarding her pants. Ichika hears an audible gasp when she lets her black bra fall. And Shigaraki looked like he was already in nirvana, tongue lolled out and drooling just at the sight of her breasts. The look didn’t last long though as she teasingly snapped the elastic of her purple panties. His gaze snapping downwards as she shimmies out of them. Turning around and wiggling her ass at him before walking back. Enjoying the confident boost from the thorough eye-fucking that Shigaraki was giving her.

Ichika climbed onto the bed, grabbing at Shigaraki’s wrists, with one hand and taking his ankles with the other, effectively folding him in half and having him hold his legs as she peered at the plug, wrapping her fingers around the base before wiggling it deeper, forcing a moan out of Shigaraki's mouth while he wiggled away from her.

"Do you want me to continue?" she asked staring him down. Shigaraki dropped his legs, scooting back towards her before grabbing them again, presenting himself to her.

"Please," he mumbled, so quiet she could barely hear it. So, Ichika continued, holding onto the plug yet again and wiggling it till she had removed it completely, staring at the gaping hole between his legs before he flexed, and it began to shrink. She looked around on the bed for some lube, spotting the small bottle discarded next to Shiggy, and lubed up her fingers.

Taking a singular finger, she traced just the edge of his asshole with her finger, watching as his hole clenched in anticipation of something. He was already stretched out for her from his earlier activities, so she managed to slowly slide in two of her fingers without much resistance. Carefully wriggling them around to stretch him out further, before hitting that specific spot that had him shuddering. Moving her fingers in and out, just brushing up against it as Shigaraki wailed for you. His legs shaking in his hold as he spread out for her.

“Oh, Shiggy you’re just sucking in my fingers,” she could feel him clenching around them. Panting as she pushed in and out.

Watching the way his cock jerked, spouting pre all over his chest, bobbing for her attention. His eyes were closed, whimpering as she separated your fingers then scissored them, stretching out his hole further.

“Makes me wonder. Was this little show all for me? Shiggy the little slut just wanting some attention huh?” He bucked his hips at the name, bearing down on her fingers as she thrusts them in deeper, groaning.

"Was it a show for me Shiggy, climbing into my bed? Using my plug? Or are you just that much of a whore you couldn't control yourself?" Ichika took her other hand stroking the weeping tip of his dick while he shivered under her.

"For you, all for you," he stuttered out hips snapping into her hand. She moved down, squeezing the base of his cock before withdrawing her hand. Shigaraki cried out, but he didn't move his hands, moving his hips more harshly onto her fingers instead.

“Well in that case, why don't we have some fun?" she said eyes glinting with mischief "I wonder how you’d react to something bigger? Say my own cock? Would you want that Shiggy?” he shook his head, but she could feel the way he was clenching around her when she said that.

“I think you’d look so pretty, all stretched out on my cock, crying as I split you open,” she could see cock bobbing, more pre pooling at the tip as she continued to talk.

“Come on Shiggy, let me fuck you,”

He stopped for a moment, looking at Ichika, his eyes calculating. Measuring for any tricks up her sleeve.

“You want to fuck me?” The question caught her off guard.

“God yes I do, fuck Shiggy do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” she could see the blush forming on his cheeks. The gears were turning in his head.

“S-shut up,” he told her, but he was struggling to maintain his composure as she wiggled your fingers again.

“Please Shiggy,” she pouted, batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated motion.

“Fine,” he muttered, and Ichika withdrew her fingers, ignoring his whimpers as she denied him yet another orgasm and, kissing him to quiet him down, as she created the body part on her.

It wasn’t anything major, only about 8 inches, and fairly slender, but it’d be a stretch for his first time.

She looked over to Shiggy the blush of his cheeks was deepening as he avoided her eyes, choosing instead to focus on the big cock she was about to ruin him with.

“Aww aren’t you the cutest little pervert,” she cooed crawling over to him.

“You like my cock, Shiggy? Want me to fuck you with it?” he grumbled at Ichika in response as she lubed up her cock, moving till she was between his legs.

“Ah, ah, ah, I want to hear you,” she tutted. Swirling the dick around his puckered hole.

“Want you... to fuck me,” he rasped. His cock bobbing as she pressed against his hole.

She pressed into him, slowly pushing through the resistance his hole was giving her. Pulling out and swapping with her fingers again to stretch him wider, over and over till she were slotted all the way in. Shigaraki’s back arching each time she pushed deeper, his cock bobbing for attention, red and dripping with pre. His legs spreading wider then snapping closed on her as though he couldn’t decide if it was too much or if he wanted more.

She set a slow pace, thrusting into him deeply as her hips met the back of his thighs. Listening to the sweet little noise every time Ichika found that special spot inside him, grazing against it just right. Over and over. Rolling her hips at the end of each stroke.

Her hand traced down his chest. Tweaking his nipples before coming to wrap around his cock, causing him to gasp and jerk as she stroked his cock. His legs shaking in his grasp already. His neck arching out for her. Ichika bent over, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Speeding up her thrusts in time with your hand.

“M’so close,” he cried. His spine curving to meet her." Please let me cum?" He begged, his hips stuttering into her as he ground down onto her cock, desperately chasing that high before she denied him yet again. Wanting to let them cum together in the moment.

“That’s it, cum for me,” Ichika snapped her hips faster, speeding her wrist as he twitched and tears sprouting in the corners of his eyes as he bucked into her hand and back down against her cock. He was so close, but the sensations were all so much. She swirled her thumb across the tip of his cock and slammed her cock into him, hitting him just right as he came apart, his cum shooting all over her chest and her cumming inside of him. His load coated her, the denial for so long building up an insane load. She pulled out, watching her semen drip out of his needy hole. She grabbed a tissue, she wiped the sweat from Shigaraki's brow before turning to herself intending to wipe cum off of her when Shiggy pounced. Pulling her by her hips till she was under him, pinning her to the bed.

“What are you doing?” She asked but he interrupted her, pressing his lips to Ichika’s. Kissing her deeply, his tongue coming to run across the seam of her lips before descending down her neck sucking lightly and moving again. His tongue coming out to lap his cum spattered on her breasts. Flicking over her nipple before descending lower, lapping a trail down her belly as he continued to clean her off. Making his way down to her thighs kissing and nipping at the inner skin.

“Shiggy ahhh!” she keened, and he stopped.

"It's Tomura," he said bluntly staring down at her.

"What?" Ichika asked, thoroughly confused.

"You called me Tomura before, I want you to use it when you're screaming my name," Ichika felt her cheeks grow hot at the reminder as he grinned wickedly licking his lips before descending back to her thighs.

"Oh-okay," she stammered out. He smirked, licking a stripe up her slit causing her to jerk and shout in surprise.

"Ahhh Tomura!" He eyed her and nodded, continuing to eat her out. Swirling his tongue around her clit then flattening it into a point and entering her. Swirling around that tight ring of muscle before curling and retreating as he sucked in her juices.

"You taste so good," he moaned into Ichika. Taking four fingers to spread her thighs wider as went deeper inside of her, coming out to lap at her clit again, leaving no part of her unattended.

"Tomura please," Ichika whined as he licks up her cunt again. Determined to hear that phrase from her as many times as he’d imagined it in his head.

Settling on her clit as he drew it into his mouth. Playing with it with his tongue and sucking hard. Ichika’s back arched as a tendril of pleasure shot through her and she gushed a little more into his awaiting mouth.

"Shit you taste too good,” his erection growing as he ground against the bedsheets, desperately seeking some kind of friction. His cock, already hardening again.

"Tomura I’m close," she mewled her hips jerking, rubbing her cunt on his face. He dived in deeper, lapping and sucking at her clit before moving down to lavish her hole in attention. Bringing in his fingers to replace his tongue, positioning them in and out as he played with her clit. Sucking on it gently, over and over at a maddening pace that drove her insane.

“Come on and cum already,” he growled into your pussy, the vibrations in her cunt sending her over the edge.

She carded her fingers in his hair, pulling him as close her cunt as she could while she rode his face to her completion, lost in the feel of his tongue, and the way his fingers curled just right. Working her through her orgasm as she jerked around. When she finally came down, he was still going, working Ichika towards overstimulation.

“Stop s’too much” she begged, carding her fingers through his hair as she dragged him up.

He released her clit with a pop, her slick shining on his chin.

“Come here,” she said, framing his face with her hands as she brought her lips to his, tasting the saltiness of herself on his tongue. she pulled away, momentarily distracted by something hot and angry bobbing against her thigh. She brought her leg around his waist to guide him against her body. Rubbing her drenched slit against his length, taking in the way he shuddered under her touch.

She rubbed against him again, catching the tip for a moment watching the way his eyes rolled back in his head and he bared his neck at the sensation. She could already feel her inner walls clenching in anticipation, desiring to feel the way his thick cock stretched her out.

“Fuck me Tomura,” Ichika breathed.

“Shit. Yeah, I can do that,” he nodded He grabbed his length, swiping a thumb across the tip to spread his pre before swirling the tip across her slit, coating the head in her slick. Pushing into her slowly. Groaning as he filled her inch by inch.

Ichika gritted her teeth, the stretch of him already a lot but the burn turned to pleasure as he pressed further. His hips coming to meet her pelvis as he hilted himself in her. The first thrust moving her whole body with it as he pushed into her again.

“Shit, shit, shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned pressing into her in slow strokes as he stretched her out. His fingers coming to play with her clit as she squelched around him.

“Need more Tomura,” she whined. Bucking her hips to meet him on his downwards stroke.

He ignored Ichika, continuing his same agonizing pace as she wiggled around him.

“Tomura please,” she begged, and he smirked to himself picking up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass as his thrusts grew harder, removing his hand from her clit to brace himself better. Ichika, bouncing along with him as he pounded into her. She could feel the coil in her belly already forming again, the friction of his pelvis against her clit, working her up as the stretch of his cock made her eyes cross in pleasure.

He kept speeding up his hips stuttering as he grew close to his orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close, cum with me?” he begged, changing his angle and rutting into her deeper. “Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me,” he cried out and she came apart, convulsing around him as he came, painting her inner walls with his cum as he slammed into her one final time. Lost in the way she milked his cum with each squeeze of her cunt. Collapsing on top of her.

He stayed like that for a moment, warming his cock inside her as she came down. Missing the way her eyes filled with affection when she looked at him.

“Hey there,” Ichika said softly. He grunted, rolling off her. she sat up making a move to get up when his arms snaked around her waist pulling her into his chest.

“Tomura! I’m all gross” Ichika exclaimed.

“Shut up, you’re fine” he grumbled, snuggling his head into her hair.

“We have to clean up,” she complained. Trying to wiggle free.

“In a minute,” he said, tightening his grip around her. She rolled her eyes, giving up, and trying to fight a smile from appearing.

“Fine, just a little bit,” She said. The soft snoring coming from behind was her clue that it’d be far longer. So, she turned around in his arms, kissing him briefly on the forehead before settling into his arms.

“Night Tomura. Love you…”

Ichika drifted off too, pleasantly encircled in his arms. And when he woke up, she knew he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

Locked, level cleared, societies 'defaults' and a thousand flowers: Shigaraki x traumatised!oc

The only memories I have that I am in this installation being used as a weapon. In the beginning I cried a lot, I was punished doing so. I learned thru the years how to contain, better said, to lock any emotions out of my system. The emotions will only get in the way the people here give me purpose to. To kill.

My name? I don't have one. I'm not worthy of the doctor says to me.

Electronics and a muzzle always attached to my skull, when I'm sleeping, when I'm walking around, when I'm in a fight. Always.

From time to time I think I've gone mad, seeing things that aren't there and objects that usually never move are moving.

I live in a white room with one glass wall where people all over the world observe me, do experiments on me. I am treated like an animal in a zoo, just forced to let people look at me without attacking them.

I forgot how to smile, cry, scream, yell, hate or fear. I'm just a porcelain doll, and an object to be used. A thing that no one cares about.

Sometimes I wouldn't even be used as a weapon, but as a stress relief for the guards to have sexual intercourse with.

The events I spoke about caused me to have a lot of scars. Knife scars from all the surgeries I had from the experiments, fighting scars, abusive scars. I have them all.

This morning I've just got some shock "therapy", so as they called it. My body was all worn out of energy so even the slightest move would make me tremble on my feet and I just sat there in the middle of the room on an iron chair. I still was focused on my surrounding as good as I could do at the moment, but I couldn't foresee the event that happened next... an black warp was forming beneath my chair letting me eventually fall down in empty space that lead me in a shady looking bar with neon lights above the bar counter.

Shigaraki's POV:

The greatest weapon of the government at my fingertips, that is like music to my ears. She is laying on my bar counter at this verry moment, I expected her to scream, yell or even cry for being here, but her face was so emotionless, her mouth was shut, her eyes were so dull, so lifeless. "why did you bring me here? What purpose do I have to you?" she muttered under her breath. "you are powerful in several ways mentally and physically. I have an offer for you, a well-paid job. Would you like to join my league of villains darling?" I said in a honeysweet voice. Still her vision was lifeless no emotion present, I myself do not get the creeps that easily, but her behavior got a little shiver down my spine. "Will you hurt me? Will you let me suffer for purpose?" her monotone voice echoed thru the room. The pain in her question I felt from miles, who hurt this girl? What did she go thru in that villa? These questions flashed over and over thru my thoughts. "No... maybe the worst that I may do is threat you..." I informed her coldly. "no chains?" "No chains..." I assured her. She took my offer verry polite and sat on her knees on the floor instead of a barstool.

"what are you doing? The chairs are seriously across you miss." Kurogiri said worrying over her. She stayed silent for him and threw me some look for approval of some sort. I growled why she was staring at me so intense and not answering Kurogiri. "You need to give me permission to speak right master? I am your property from now on so you rule my actions." She poke. I shook my head heavily at her words, "No, no, no. You aren't my property, just my employee and don't call me 'master' it creeps me out! Just call me Shigaraki Tomura or otherwise boss or sir something in those terms." I stuck my tongue out of disgust. "You are a strange subject sir." She spoke in a ghostlike whisper. Says the one who calls the person she just met 'master', I thought to myself almost losing it and laugh in her face. Kurogiri was already overflowing her with hospitality and began to show her towards her room.

Suddenly I heard something hit the cold hardwood floor behind me. She passed out...

... POV:

Darkness... the only thing I can remember before I got to the government installation. The only thing I saw at this moment. A white streak formed at the end of the room, for some reason I ran towards the object, slowly the streak formed into something bigger... A person. They had burn bruises all over their body and had a cracked face like a shattered mirror. Spiky white hair was present on their scalp. "do you remember me?" they spoke like an old computer program. "What-?" I breathed confused. "Do I need to be more specific doll? Do you remember how you heartlessly left me?" they gritted their teeth. Peoples voices echoed thru the room, "worthless child", "you're an embarrassment to me", "TRY HARDER!", "you do not belong here freak...", "just kill yourself you are of no use to anyone so you won't be missed."

The voices became to much and I lost grip on my actions. Clawing towards my surroundings, slowly covering my body with a black glistering liquid, screeching loud.

I woke up...

The first person I saw was my new owner taking care of my unworthy body, "sir what are you doing, touching a despicable creature like me? You are taking care of it like it's a sacred kind of being." Only a 'tch' left his lips, but still continued treating me with kindness, I grabbed his wrist harsh. He froze. "please stop that sir. I don't like it how this is making me feel. It feels like my heart is going to explode into pieces, it's making me nauseous." I growled at him disrespectful. "that 'thing' is called happiness and just accept it from me this kindness is something you need to get used to, because I will spoil your low self-esteem ass with it. And don't think about this too much this means nothing..." he growled at me and slammed the door behind him.

I started wandering around the building to observe the new territory I was living in from now on. Most of the rooms were empty or filled with weaponry, but the basement was a different story. Strange black creatures were locked in tubes with blue fluids inside of them, I mostly admired the work that has been done on these remarkable creations of someone, but a weird idea came in my thoughts. "What would it be like to be in one of those tubes? Looks comfy." The mutated beings looked so peaceful and I wanted to feel the same at the time and god know how that idea will come out, but I will find out at that moment. Extra arms formed on my back letting me to have more grip to climb up the glass cylinder, when I reached the edge I dipped my toes in the clear blue liquid and dropped the rest of my body in the tube. When I baptized into the fluid I annulated the extra arms, created gills on the sides of my ribs and my neck replacing them. I felt peace for just a minimized moment, up until my body rose somehow out of the substants, it broke the peaceful silence in my surroundings. "Dumbass what the fuck were you thinking? You could have drowned in there... and how did you get that mother fucking high anyways?!" My owner yelled at me confused while he pulled me out (in bridal style) of the strange purple substance that brought me here in the first place. "Why do you care so much sir? It is not like you can't replace me for someone worthy of your presents or even be referred as an equal." These words slid ghostly out of my mouth while his expression hardened before my eyes. "Why do you keep doing that...?" he whispered annoyed. I was slightly confused, because these were the manners I was taught at the installation, so I said to him, "what do you mean sir? I can't understand your wording." Shigaraki at down on the couch, still with me in his arms now installed on his lap. I began to panic, thinking what he might do to me on the couch. According to my several experience with sexual assault this man was like every other one I've met. But his next action surprised me a lot more then what I expected him to do to my body "You were taught to put yourself under any sort of person you meet and be okey about it? That is one sick bastard who said that to you. You are now part of the league and we all are equals to each other, so put all the bull crap you learned in there and be kind to yourself." He whispered, probably because mister Kurogiri was also listening to the conversation and felt ashamed due that he is the leader with a feared reputation. "I will keep that in mind sir... thank you..." I whispered back at him. He showed me a little gentil smile, "you're smiling... One level less to achieved." He said while caressing my cheekbone softly with the backside of his index finger. I felt my lips with my fingertip to find a big grin spread across my face. "one level achieved sir..." I whispered under my breath.

I stared the space in front of me, the evening had arrived sooner than I thought, we already had dinner and I was in the mood to watch some news. I snatched the remote from the counter and switched to 'Japan's News Of Today'. The journalist started speaking in a concerned tone, "People of Japan... Today our beloved heroin 'Subject-24/7' or Nakuru Kanako has gone missing from her apartment, our resources say that she was kidnapped by some sort of villain with a teleportation quirk, because she never left the room and non the less she wasn't there. Please contact the caretakers if you see this woman this will help a lot with the case and will hopefully return the unique heroin into our lives. If you're watching right now, please stay safe and may the heroes save you in time." I growled at suds a idiotic joke, caretakes my ass. They all tortured me up until knowing the door between life and death was too close to each other, raped me over and over again. "I've never heard so much bullshit in one sentence... Heroes are just pawns, weaponry and of the government that only care about money and fame, only when there is a camera rolling nearby than they decide to be a 'hero', but when there is no filming at the scene then they just neglect the people who actually need help. The conclusion always stays the same, violence breeds violence, there is no difference between us and the heroes, only because we have different methods, don't have a label on us and are considered 'defaults' of society, we're not 'normal'." I gritted thru my teeth. The idea only that they may find me bringing me back to that hellhole gave me the feeling that my gut was turning around, making me nauseous doing so. It was a long time that I recalled this kind of feeling, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was called. Something eating me away, killing me slowly from the inside out, burning holes in my brain. My body started to shake heavily, not being able to get a hold of myself. Suddenly the bluenette pulled me into a hug from behind, hushing me softly. It felt so right, so calm, he whispered kind words into my ear, his heartbeat had a verry low rate that was relaxing my tense figure, his face was buried in the crook of my neck letting his warm breath tickling me by doing so. "You already know how corrupted the heroes are with their so called 'piece'. You are just getting better and better the more moments I get to know you. You're just a perfection of the corrupted society." He mumbled, I felt him forming a wide psychotic grin plastered across his unique face. "I never got your name... What is it? I bet it's as cute as you~." He praised me with his honeysweet voice, this had more effect on me than it should have, because a blush was creeping up my neck making my cheeks a cherry red color. "It's Subject-27/7 sir... doctor always said to me that I wasn't worthy of a normal name for the low being that I am..." I gently whispered. "Don't think of anything what that foolish man ever said to you, you're a perfect equal in every possible way in the world I will create for the like of us, people that the heroes ignored in our time of need. Let me give you a name, let me make you my equal." He cooed into my ear. I asked him what he had in mind for a name that defined me that well. "Ichika (一千花) meaning 'one thousand flowers' due your indescribable beauty." He purred giving me all sorts of emotions that were unexplainable at the moment...

I know this is OOC but it's so cute as a big brother attitude

Nightmares tell us a lot about ourselves: Shigaraki x suicidal!oc

“people like us need to look out for each other Itami, especially in this world. Let’s show the adults in our finals that we are the most powerful kids in town!” A little kid with blond hair and fierce wings chirped at the little girl with empty, dull, pink-ish eyes. “you are too loud Takami, just shut up… I need no-one’s help with my confidence, I know I will win and I know I am powerful.” The girl in completely covered in bandages growled while showing off her shark-like teeth at him. The boy just scoffed, clearly insulted by the rude comments.

All the assignments she faced were easier then she was expecting, but in the last one she needed to face each kid that had survived this far in the competition and that was where she struck a fatal obstacle. Instead of fighting the 6st competitor into a knock-out, she had killed them with her deadly touch. One on her bandages came loose in the intense fight between her and her best friend Chikara, she didn’t notice that her uncovered hand was holding Chikara’s throat so the coldhearted girl drained her friend of all her life energy within seconds. Before Itami could realize what happened to Chikara, she was already weakly laying on the floor. The half-dead girl beckoned her Itami to come closer and whispered her last words in her ear, “the heroes aren’t who they look like… *save yourself…*.”

Itami lost it, she just saw her best friend die due to her own hands. This would have never happened if those stupid heroes would have never imprisoned her in the training program, this all could have been avoided. She was angry, angry to her core. Her eyes became blank, ghosts that were present in the building circled around Itami like a tornado of death. One of the supervisors grabbed a pipe of the weightlifting equipment and hit it brutally across her face, including her eye what made her half-blind. But the same man had his soul sucked out by the ghost tornado.

She ripped off her containment collar and had now full power outrage on her quirk, so now she could finally become a ghost and fly her way out of the facility. She ran, ran like the wind when she obtained her physical form again, afraid of getting caught by the government again and taken away for execution like they did with the last reckless kid who dared to leave the facility.

She could see the scenario already playing on loop in her head… Her body bound to the metal table, being unable to move while a needle is placed in her bicep that slowly injects the lethal virus inside of her body. The virus that will burn every last one of her organs from the inside-out, but makes it slow and painful.

“the door between life and death aren’t that far apart from each other Alpha.” The young Itami giggled as spit bubbles formed in the corner of her mouth.

She had died…

I cried my eyes out when I opened them quickly, after ripping off my bandages that Kurogiri wrapped around my arms. While tiptoeing to the main room I came to the realization where the bosses room was. I changed my course to his room to claim my weapons again so I could draw more blood with more than only my fingernails. I slowly opened the squeaky, hardwood door and searched the room for her gear, but I was thrown off by someone eying her from the shadows with his bloody eyes, “what the hell are you doing in my damn room? And why aren’t you fucking sleeping right now?” He growled at me with venom dripping from every word. The sweat was glistering on my forehead, not knowing what excuse I could make up that he would buy. “I- I never sleep more than an hour a day… and I need my meds that are in my b-bag…” I stuttered out. A sarcastic chuckle escaped his cracked lips, “Fucking liar. I searched your bag completely a few hours ago and oh surprise, surprise bitch! No fuckin’ meds! So quit the bullshit darling~ what the fuck are you doing here?!” I scratched my arms open, blood now dripping down my arms again like before, a blush creeped up my neck of the great pleasure it was giving me. “Isn’t it obvious boss~? I wanna kill myself~.”

The satisfaction of my blood on my tongue: Shigaraki x suicidal!oc

Shigaraki's POV:

"Now you are going to explain everything to me and don't think about lying, I will know..." I growled when I pushed them on the stool across me. their hands clawed on their face leaving red marks, little bloodstreams cracked out of their skin. "And why would I even tell you that! I don't even know if I can trust anyone who I meet! I can't..." They cried out loud, this caused me to feel a little bad for my previous demanding question at the broken person in front of me, but let me even wonder more on who the were. so scared, so fragile, so powerful and they didn't know it themself how enchanting their appearance was. "Okey, let's get something straight ya little bastard! You are going to tell me every fucking thing I ask you to answer! I don't care how you feel or who you thing the fuck I am! So give me my god damn answers or need I beat them out of you!?" I threatened them. "B-but I c-can't... people are searching... I don't know who you are... so why would I..." They flicked back at me with a snarky comment. I charged at them wanting to grab their neck, but they blocked me, swiping my hand away with their sleeve. "Do not touch me!" They hissed. Now I was furious, not only because they were being a fucking germaphobe not daring to touch me, but the fucking attitude they gave me pissed me the hell off. "And why wouldn't I do that ya fucking bitch!?" I yelled at them. My carelessness hit me in the face by them overpowering me, pinning me to the ground, still showing all of their odd features and all kinds of exposed skin. "Wouldn't you like to know that, you little bastard. Why would I trust you with such delicate information? How would I know that you're not a cop, who is allowed to arrest me and get me in the most guarded cell of whole god damn Japan, maybe the world." They spat at me, still holding my body in a strong hold. I wrinkled my nose in disgust that she thought I was possibly a fucking cop, "You seriously think I'm a cop? Do you even follow the god damn news? I am Shigaraki Tomura, leader of the league of villains! In short... No I'm no where near a follower of the stupid law!" They just gave a weak nod in response. "For the last fucking time now introduce yourself now you are less doubtful!" I snarled at them. "maybe you are right, I am Subject 24_7_31_30 Alpha, my sex is female, first quirk is paranormal aura: I can sense the aura of the dead and the living, everyone's aura is different. I can become a ghost myself as well so I become invisible for the human eye, but I can still have physical objects in my surroundings and when I touch the object it also becomes a part of the afterlife with me as long as I am touching it. Second quirk is grim reaper: every living thing that my bare skin touches gets drained from life energy within minutes and store it up inside me what almost creates the illusion of immorality. If I pull away or the target is able to do that themselves it can have as consequence a handicap or some other disorientation of the body." She paused for a while, shooting me an icy look with her eyes as she continued, "now you know enough, what about you? If I share such valuable information with you, I ask you to do the same." I was startled from her bravery towards me, but I shook my head and told her she already heard enough about me that she should know. "May I stay here? Under your conditions." She said while bowing down on her knees, begging over and over again. "Ehmm... sure... I guess? You can join the league and be my personal secretary. Of course if you dare to leave this place or me in general you will be killed and the same goes for if you betray me." I told her with a wicked smile. By my surprise she agreed with me and was willing to stay by my side. I beckoned her with my index finger to let her know that she needed to follow me into the hall where all the bedrooms were, "you will be sleeping in Kurogiri's room, we only have a floor mattress at the moment, so that is where you will sleep up until we can afford a cheap bed for you to lay in. and before I forget... I need to take all

your possible murder weapons that you are carrying with you in you god damn too large bag." I mumbled at her, as expected she still wasn't answering me in words, but only with body language. As I explained all the current decisions with Kurogiri, I saw her snooping around the room with curiosity fulfilled eyes.

Alpha's POV:

This was all so accelerating, having a place to stay and being protected from the government was really a gamechanger in my miserable life... As Shigaraki left with all my weapons in his arms, not leaving a single bullet behind for me. The mist man who was called Kurogiri already laid down my so called 'mattress' on the dirty floor and asked me if I was okay with the current sleeping arrangement for me, because he was all hospitable with me to give me his bed or if it was alright for me share it for the both of us, having a pillow wall separate the 50 percentage of the bed. Of course I shook my head no to that ridiculous offer he gave me, sharing a bed with an older man? Yea... no. Not now, not ever... And I didn't mind the floor, because I was planning to clean every corner this building has that is in property of the league at the moment, so one night I can surely survive.

I myself don't get scared that easily, but the aura that Kurogiri gave off was very disturbing for me... He had the aura of the dead, but also the living at the same time. Was he now dead or alive? But aside from that creepy fact he had a kind, mature and polite aura surrounding him, he was really caring about my wellbeing, looking for any way to please me and to make me feel comfortable at what strange situation I am now stuck in. I scratched my arm and leg, having already too much scars from my bad habit of letting all kinds of skin bleed, I just couldn't help it... it just feels so good, the feeling of the warm blood tickling down my limbs and then licking the excess off was very satisfying for me. The pleasurable pain didn't last for long tho, Kurogiri pulled away my hands from my red, irritated, bleeding skin and quickly grabbed the first aid kit to clean my wounds and wrap me up in bandages where that was needed. The strange thing was that he was nowhere near being effected by my quirk by touching me directly on the skin, maybe it was due the fact he was undead...? Ignoring what is weird about this mutated man, he was kindly nursing me in the floor, whispering comforting words that helped me to calm down a little. Obviously he dealt with these sort of emotions before and gained many experience out of it, but that isn't really a surprise if he was living with a whole league of villains who probably have a lot of issues... Kurogiri picked me up bridal style, bringing me downstairs to have a normal meal, because as he put it: "let's get some fat on those bones child." I chuckled of his funny wording towards me, what had consequence that my body began to hurt again from my former acts on my body, the alcohol and salt hurt in my wounds, but did help stop the bleeding and clean it all...

After dining on some exclusive ramen from Kurogiri, he brought me back to the room the same way I got downstairs in the first place. Unfortunately we startled on one of the other league members, the ghosts surrounding him addressed him as the great arsonist: Dabi aka Touya Todoroki, but only goes by Dabi. "So you finally getting rid of your virginity Mama-giri? Well good for you, but with such a young little person?? Whatever... what suits you the most Giri." He said while having a face of slight disgust. I was very glad that Kurogiri explained everything calmly, but I saw his black/purple smoke turning a little bit pink on the cheeks what was kind of innocent and cute. Dabi just rolled his eyes at the both of us and went off to go do his own damn bullshit business. When Kurogiri closed the door and I turned under the covers of my 'bed', at that very moment my eyes rolled to the back of my skull and everything went black... this was my high score time in falling asleep in years that I could remember...

Talk with a NPC: Shigaraki x suicidal!oc

Unknown POV:

"Save yourself..."

These whispering words are echoing through my brain for many years, spoken by someone I used to know with his last breath. What their purpose in my life was I don't know, but I hear it every second of my pesky life.

You may think, who am I?

I, my friend, am someone who is a myth, if you see me you think it was your imagination playing tricks on you, when you hear me you think it was the wind howling through the trees. I my friend am a ghost, a gossip, someone who doesn't exist. I am Alpha.

Alpha's POV:

"Police open up! We know you are in there! Come outside with your hands on the back of your neck!" These were the frightening words I woke up to. The police found me again, it only lasted for two weeks. I had to run through my escape routine for the 204th time this morning. I grabbed my map and my backpack, put on my oversized hoody and ran down the emergency stairs. The last that I heard from the abandoned building were the confused yells from the police officers. I ran, ran so fast as I could, going to the next building on the list. To get there I needed to get a train.

After a long train ride I had to walk for a bit, I didn't mind as long as I was safe I would cross the earth for it.

I arrived at the abandoned building, threw my bag through the window and jumped inside myself as well. Suddenly I heard voices coming from downstairs, "did you hear that too Twice?" a hoarse voice said. "yea bossman, I think it came from upstairs - downstairs -." This voice was much lighter and energetic in tone. "I thought that this building was supposed to be abandoned!" I screamed internally. My adrenaline kicked in, I panicked not knowing where to hide in an almost empty room. Ghosts began spinning wild around my body so it looked like a tornado of death. I could hear the door clink being pushed down, I quickly hid my face with my bandage wrapped hands, not knowing whom was going to come through that door.

Twice's POV:

I slowly cracked the iron door open, only seeing someone crouched on the cold hardwood floor. I couldn't see the gender of the person though, because of the many layers of bandages that covered their facial features, but I could see that they were scared by the shivering body they had. I reached towards the cotton fabric shielding their face to see who we were dealing with, but they grabbed my hand. The strange thing was that also their hands were covered in the bandages as well and they stuttering spoke to me, " Don't touch me bastard!" they yelled harshly at me. the voice where they spoke in sounded like a female one, so I assumed that it was a woman I was speaking to. Her words were verry threatening and defensive, but with a hint of fear towards me. "Is it alright if you come with me? Then the boss will decide what will happen." I whispered. She shook her head weakly , I grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently out of the room.

Shigaraki's POV:

Twice finally came back downstairs, but I didn't expect that he would bring someone with him. A shady figure in an oversized black hoody was calmly following him, I assumed he saw potential in our little burglar whom had the courage to break in the base. "Introduce yourself. Now!" I ordered them. their purple, blue eyes pierced through my soul while they growled rudely at me like a wild animal, not saying a word.

they had guts to ignore an order from me, the leader of the infamous league of villains, who could turn them to dust with only my five fingers on their throat.

Suddenly they charged at me with inhuman speed, I started to hear voices, voices of people I couldn't remember. I felt nauseated by the feeling the voices gave me, the feeling of disgust and guilt. My eyes began to tear up, my vision became blurry, I began to claw to my surroundings and my neck, tearing the flesh apart. "E-everyone get t-them..." I coughed with the little breath I had left in my lungs. The others acted on my command as quickly as they could, Toga and Spinner with their sharpened knives, Dabi with hot flames, and mustard with his intoxicating gas.

"where the fuck did they go!" Spinner yelled out of confusion and the moment he said that sentence the burning sensation in my skull disappeared. What the hell? They were here seconds ago and now their gone somehow. I demanded the others to inspect the whole building searching for them, but they were nowhere to be found.

The rest of the day I had all sorts of troubled thoughts of where they may be and who the fuck they are. To calm down I went to the roof as I always did in the evening.

The cold evening breeze was flowing through my ocean blue hair while I was staring at the great darkness above me, enlightened by multiple white dots we call stars. "who are they, are they involved with the heroes? Are they a villain like all of us? I think they would've made a great player in our game, having felt how powerful they are in how much pain they caused me to be. What a waste..." I said sunken in my own thoughts. Suddenly, I heard a deep sigh at the other side of the building, I thought to myself who would be out in the cold at this hour except for me? I rose slowly from the ground that was on top of the roof, the little pebbles cracking beneath my blood-red shoes while I was walking towards the other side just to look around the corner. I froze. I saw them scrambling through their insanely large bag. The fact that they were out here at this hour didn't really shock me anymore, when they pulled out the item they were looking for... A gun... they pointed the loaded weapon to their skull, suddenly I realized what they were planning on doing, was this their way of dealing with the all the problems that found a place in their life? To kill themself they think that is the solution to everything? I hesitated to make a move, but before I could even make one it was too late. They pulled the trigger. A hole was formed in their forehead, they dropped the gun on the ground. My eyes staring at the motionless being in front of me, expecting the cold body to drop, dripping with blood on the roof, but the drop never came, their body still stranded on both bare feet on the edge of the building. "fucking hell... why does my body reject death?! Doesn't it get that I'm done living my life? I WAN'T TO DIE, DAMN IT!" they sobbed loud, falling on the ground with the pebbles imprinting a shape in their knees. They shred their bandages to pieces and it fell down as it was freshly fallen winter snow. Slowly I started walking towards the weeping person on the roof and said to them, "come on... You know that you can't stay here. Let's go back downstairs, have a little chit-chat..." they refused shaking their head heavily. I didn't take no for an answer and pulled them downstairs with me by their sleeve. I noticed only downstairs at the bar their face was now fully exposed to the naked eye...

Their facial features were something else though, their skin color was so white as snow itself, three scars caressed horizontally and vertically over the middle line of their face, their eyes were reflecting a pink and blue-ish glow, their mouth had stitches at the left side of the corner, their teeth were shark-like sharp, they had black and white hair with an ombre effect and a tattoo at the right side of their face.

"let's continue our talk NPC~." I chuckled madly at them. Their face kept its cool look, but in the eyes there was the real fear I was looking for…