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ohh if ur still taking tomura requests... some light exhibitionism ? I am looking respectfully 🙏

Smut. 18+. Exhibitionism.

Shigaraki isn’t the type to ask you on a date. The two of you have been a couple for months, but you rarely do normal couple things, like going out to dinner or seeing a movie. But you knew what you were getting yourself into when you fell for a villain.

So when he asks you if you want to go out for the night, you’re a little surprised. He did it so casually, like he really didn’t care if you said yes or not, but you can’t help noticing the glint in his eyes when you agree. You get the feeling that he has something planned, that this isn’t just a spontaneous outing.

“Where do you want to go?” you ask him as you pull on your boots.

“Nowhere special. You’ll see,” he says, all nonchalant.

You follow him out the door and onto the street, struggling to keep pace with him without jogging. He’s never been the most considerate boyfriend, but you’re getting a little annoyed that he’s not walking more slowly for you. Or… is it that he’s in a hurry?

Shigaraki leads you to the front of a love hotel, where he stops and looks at you, as if gauging your reaction.

“Seriously?” you ask, looking at the brightly colored sign. The hotel isn’t fancy. It’s four stories, a little on the small side, and the building is rather nondescript. The two of you have no issues having sex in either of your rooms at the hideout. The other members of the League tend to just ignore your relationship. So why did he bring you to a love hotel?

He shrugs. “Just thought we could do something different,” he says, for the first time seeming a little anxious about your response.

You can’t help smiling. This is probably his idea of being romantic. And hey, sometimes doing it in a different place could be exciting. “Yeah, sounds fun,” you say.

The two of you walk inside and Shigaraki gets a room. He requests something on the top floor, facing to the west. You’re a little confused about those specifications, but figure he must have looked at rooms online or something. You both ride the elevator to the fourth, and top, floor, neither of you saying anything. For some reason, you feel a little nervous, like you did before the first time you slept with him. It’s a pleasant sort of nervous though.

When you walk in the room, it’s a fairly standard hotel room. There’s entirely too much pink in the color scheme, but otherwise it looks normal. The far wall opposite the door is covered by a huge, floor-to-ceiling curtain. Shigaraki pulls off his black coat and tosses it on the bed, then walks over and draws back the curtains, revealing doors made completely of glass that lead out onto a small balcony.

You walk over to the doors and look out. The view sucks. It’s obscured by the bigger hotel next door, reducing the view to a wall of windows. Many of them have lights on inside. When you look closely, you can see people moving about through some of the windows.

Suddenly Shigaraki comes up behind you and reaches around to unbutton your shirt. He pulls it open, then slides it off your shoulders and discards it on the floor. You grab the curtain and slide it back to cover the glass door. “Hey! People can see!”

Shigaraki is grinning. “I know.”

A shiver of excitement shoots through you. Did he pick this room, on this floor, on this side, for this reason? But, how did he know you’ve always had this sort of fantasy? That you’ve always been turned on by the idea of strangers watching you have sex? Wait… did he see those videos you saved on your computer?

You slowly side the curtain open again while looking him in the eyes, then you turn and face the door again. You feel him work at the back of your bra, his cool fingers brushing your skin as he unhooks it and let’s the straps fall down your shoulders and then to the floor.

The lights are all on in your hotel room. It’s dark outside. Anyone who glanced in the direction of this glass door would see you topless. They’re about to see a lot more.

Shigaraki reaches around and unbuttons your jeans, then pulls them down, followed by your panties. As you step out of them, you wonder how many people in the hotel next door are looking. They’re so close, they could definitely see details. What if one of them has binoculars? Or more likely, a camera phone zoomed in on you? These thoughts make you unbelievably wet.

You feel Shigaraki palming your breasts, careful not to let all his fingers touch them at once. He’s well practiced at that by now. One hand moves down between your legs, and he chuckles against your ear when he feels how drenched you are. “Some guy is probably recording this,” he says.

A moan escapes you as his fingers work at your clit. You can hear his other hand unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. “Ready to give them a show?” he asks.

“Yes,” you breathe out, closing your eyes and tossing your head back.

Shigaraki suddenly moves his hand away from your throbbing clit, making you almost sob, but just as suddenly he lifts up your right leg so high that it leaves you obscenely spread open. He presses you further against the door, your breasts squished against the glass, and then he shoves his cock inside you from behind. As he begins thrusting, your pussy hits against the glass each time, leaving a damp smear.

You open your eyes and scan the windows in the hotel next door. You see movement in a few of them and you gasp in pleasure. Is that someone standing in the window on the third floor? Just slightly lower than you, across the alley, there’s definitely someone there. From that angle, they can see everything. They can see every single thrust of Shigaraki’s cock slamming into your pussy. Thinking about it drives you wild.

Oh, there’s another human-shaped figure in a window on the sixth floor. That high up, can they see much? Wait, there’s one on the fourth floor, directly across from you.

“Look at that guy,” Shigaraki says, still banging you into the glass. “See his arm moving? He’s jacking off.”

You watch the figure on the fourth floor, and sure enough, his right arm is moving furiously. You moan again, and your left leg, the only one holding you up, feels weak. It’s quivering, and Shigaraki must have noticed, because he reaches down and lifts it up as well, holding you completely spread eagle against the door.

“They’re all jealous,” he says, his lips brushing against your hair, “that I get to fuck you and they don’t.”

You look out at the growing number of figures in the windows, all of them staring, watching, as Shigaraki absolutely pounds you against the glass. It’s enough to push you over the edge, and you cum while screaming his name. Almost immediately after, he cums too, and he sits you back down on your feet before his strength seems to fail him. He steps over to the bed and falls backwards on it, not even bothering to button his pants.

It takes a few minutes of leaning against the glass, panting, for you to regain your senses and step away, closing the curtain behind you. You collapse onto the bed beside Shigaraki and curl up against him, not even caring that you’re still completely naked, cum is dripping down your thighs, and you’ve made a mess all over the glass door.

Quirkless Au! Shigaraki Smut Drabble

You were frustrated, you were upset, you were in need of a stress reliever, and when your dumb gamer roommate just so happen to be in the way of your heartbroken state you didn’t hesitate to use him. Shigaraki had liked you for a long time so when you kissed him square on the lips, cupping his cheeks so aggressively in your soft hands he gave himself to you without question. Your boyfriend had cheated on you with your best friend and dumped you after you caught them, so you needed Shiggy to remove all traces of that man from your body.

“Fuck…Sh-Shiggy! I-I’m cumming!”, you sobbed.

The curl of his fat cock had you creaming against his crotch, with your knees knocking against your ears and your wet pussy hungrily sucking his cock in he couldn’t help but smile at your desperation.

“What’s the matter? Don’t you think your boyfriend would be mad if he found you like this? Whoring around to your roommate? Needy bitch.”, He chuckled darkly, staring down at you with a menacing gaze.

You hiccuped a sob and yanked Shiggy down by his collar to you so you could kiss his lips and shut him up. He couldn’t believe your boldness, he wasn’t the best at self care and with how desperate you are he was sure you’d crack his lips and make him bleed.

“Just shut up and make me forget that shit stain.”, you growled against his lips.

Your fierceness had Shigaraki squirting his load deep inside you, to think you had this much anger inside was such a turn on but he could tell something was bothering you, you weren’t focused on him and he didn’t like that.

“Let it out pretty girl, c’mon.”, He hummed, rough fingers rubbing against your needy clit, his hips slowly gyrating into your sweet pussy to drive the pleasure deeper than before.

His hips began to snap frantically into yours, plunging his cock in and out until the raunchy sounds of skin on skin filled the empty space in the room. Your fingers found his wild black hair and tugged at the roots of them as you squealed with pleasure.

“Cum for me baby, c’mon cum for me. Spill it over my nerdy cock.”, Shiggy begged, spitting on your clit.

Your body shook from the upcoming orgasm ready to spill out of you, several deep strokes lead to your release. The weight of his body on yours as you shared an orgasm together centered you on the reality of things. While you came against his pulsing cock your tears couldn’t help but spill, you weren’t sure what came over you but Shiggy knew he could help you feel better.

“Talk to me, you can always talk to me y’know. I’m a piece of shit but I know when a girl’s hurting and you certainly are. I don’t like it. Let me make you forget what caused you this pain.”, he hummed, kissing you on your lips.

You nodded, dazed from the sex you’d just had, “Maybe in a little Shig, not in the mood to talk about it right now.”

He nodded, “I’ll order your favorite pizza and we can play League of Legends, bet you still suck.”, he laughed recalling your last game play together.

Naturally you weren’t in the mood to get more agitated then you were so you declined the gaming, of course he didn’t bother asking why to give you some peace. He ordered the pizza and gave you one of his shirts so you could get comfortable, the silence was nice but there was still a few things left unsaid, “Hey loser?”

“Hmm?”

“I hope you know I love you.”

Perfectly normal...

Content: Public, Sexual themes, Smut, Fingering, AFAB reader, Readers basically a loser and a female incel or whatever, Tomuras a stalker and readers into it ig, flat reader cause I can.

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x reader

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On that one specific night, he was just tailing some random girl to see her go home like how a creepy ass stalker would...

Till he noticed you exiting your house, taking some laundry back inside.

"Hm..."

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"Ughh... It feels like I'm being watched oftenly these days." Whispering to yourself, with the text concerned directly written on your face so obviously...

You head to your desk, opening a website...

Lifting your shirt up, (yes you're wearing an oversized shirt with literally just panties on.) awkwardly knowing someone could be watching you doing this...

But it made you feel kinda aroused.

You slide your fingers down against your heat, looking at your screen before fingering yourself slip out quiet moans from your hand on your lips..

"Nngh...a ...—ahmm..."

Proceeding on with your masturbating for a bit until...

– !!

You hear a noise, outside thinking it was from near your window. Immediately closing the tab and lifting your panties right back up to go check ...— even though your wet asf.

You see no one but see some wet stains on the grass for some... Odd reason.

Even though its just an assumption you immediately knew what it was, licking your bottom lip in arousement...

Having someone watch you is creepy indeed, but you kind of found as if they were complimenting you some how...

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After a few days, seeing no more sign of whoever watched you. shrugging it off accepting they probably lost interest in you..and walked inside the train. And god there was alot of people..

You didn't like the idea of standing since you were wearing a skirt and for some reason you're very uncomfortable with the thought of accidentally grindi- wait no why would you even think that..??

You shake your head, noticing theres an empty seat but a male has their hand on it, and legs spread.. You chose to ignore it and ask them.

You notice his eyes widen a little bit, but turned his head away ignoring you completely.

Your stubborn ass refusing to accept the silent treatment, squeezed in there and sat right on his hand... — You sat there awkwardly noticing how it gets more awkward by the second feeling 4 of his fingers right on your ass..

After a few minutes, He turns to look at you, also wiggling his hands a little... You lift yourself up a little bit assuming he finally decided to reluctantly give up and give you space.

.. till his palm placed on your ass again, sliding 2 fingers through your panties right on your crotch almost making you slip out a moan.

You try to ignore it thinking it mightve been a mistake trying to tug on his arm. "U... —uhmm do you mind moving your hand a little."

He looks at you, moving closer to your ear...

"Why? You want it don't you? I saw you masturbating like a slut that day." As it so awkwardly happens he was the person watching you.. "Anyway, I'm tomura. What about you?" He pulls away from your ear, asking perfectly normal as if his hand literally isn't on your crotch.

His fingers suddenly slide inside of you.. Making you let out a quiet gasp. Making you feel pathetic as you squirm under his touch.

"...Y —Y/N." "cute name." He responded as the people beside you leave for their stop..

He thrusts his fingers in, and out painfully slow.

Your head looks downwards, hands on your mouth trying to not let out any odd noise..

You felt pathetic and awkward, being fingered by some stranger in the middle of a train.

But you couldn't help but enjoy his touch eventually cumming..

He pulled his hand away, raising his hand to his mouth. Turning his head away seeing him clearly licking it up before just wiping it on his jacket... You hear the train announce the place you go to school at, immediately standing up shakily also trying to fix your panties placement through your tugging on your skirt while heading to the doors that are about to open.

...

And after that instance it became a routine every 6:20 am Friday and Thursday ..

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PERV SHIGGY FICS I’M ON THE FLOOR BEGGING i just saw ur post asking if you should write abt it and you SHOULD!!!!! 🙏🏻😞

this is so poorly written im sorry :(( i wanted to post this before i completely forgot about it or lost my ideas so i might edit this later

warnings: ooc, afab & gn reader, nsfw (whos surprised)

tomura has absolutely zero sense of personal space and needs to be within 20 feet of you at all times. he has no shame, constantly touching you—hugging you from behind, hand slipping its way into your underwear, rubbing your clit as he inhales into your neck deeply. he has an almost disturbing obsession with how you smell, jerking off in the shower because he had to use your shampoo after forgetting his or pressing his face into your panties and taking slow, heavy inhales right before eating you out.

hes the kind of guy who sends you pictures and videos right after he finishes, cum dripping from his fingers, smeared into the fabric of the panties he stole from your laundry. theres nothing shy about the clips he sends either—him moaning, jerking off with your prettiest underwear wrapped around his dick, completely lost in how much he craves you. i dont think hed be the type to be overly creepy or disrespect your boundaries because he respects and loves you a ton, but hed totally still glance down your top or up your skirt and pinch your butt when he thinks no ones looking, unable to resist absolutely ogling at you. occasionally, he would have you sitting you beside him in public, fingers casually rubbing your clit through your panties until youre soaked, getting off on the fact that you have to hold it together while hes the only one who knows what hes doing to you.

im gonna rip my hair out

BOY NEXT DOOR SHIG

i actually really like this one. like might be my fav thing I've ever posted lol. slow burn i fear. ends w smut. as always

follows the American academic calendar sorry its all i know and it'll make sense why at the end

5k ish words (sorry idk how this one got so long)

warnings: uhh slow burn, smut, multiple positions, make out, dirty talk, choking, dom shig, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism

you went to college a little over an hour away from where your parents lived.

which meant you only really went home and stayed with them on school breaks. Summer, Thanksgiving, Christmas break.

You didnt think or wish to be back at your parent's house, your whole life was at college. Your friends, your stuff, your job.

That was until your parents got a new neighbor over the summer.

He was tall and kind of lanky. He had long fluffy blueish-white hair that was a little past his shoulders and always slightly in his face.

You saw him and what looked like his dad moving in.

Their new house was the one right next to your bedroom window.

Your parents went next door to introduce themselves. They came back and told you that the boy was only a year older than you and he was also in college.

You asked more questions, what school? What is his name? Does he live at home? is he on social media?

but they said they didnt know. They told you to go over and introduce yourself but you had a better idea.

You knew better then to open your bedroom window. For all you knew the new boys dad could be in the room directly next to yours.

But you did it anyway. You took down the curtains, opened the blinds and opened your window.

It was summer after all.

You never got the opportunity to talk to the boy over the summer.

You saw him in passing.

He was akward. When you saw him in the neighborhood he would give you one of those closed-mouth smiles and lift his hand in a wave. he was so hot in one of those loser-man type of ways.

You also saw him doing yard work. He never took his shirt off but he had more muscle on on than you initially thought.

Luckily, the neighbor boy also took the bedroom across from yours and he seemed to notice your open window.

Sometimes in the evenings he would open his too.

there was a little bit of distance between the houses but you could still occasionally hear the music he was listening to, you could hear him talking while he was gaming, and sometimes you would wait until he was in his bedroom with his window open to change clothes.

you hoped he would notice. maybe even take interest.

but as the summer ended and you packed up for school you knew you had to accept that it was too soon. you knew it needed time.

as the semester progressed you tried to forget the neighbor boy. you went out with you friends, you went to class, and you lived your life but he was always there in the back of your mind.

no matter where you were or what you were doing you couldn’t help but think of him. what he was doing, where he was, his long slender hands, the veins on his forearms. when you would listen to him talk to his friends. if he had a girlfriend.

obsession is a big word but you were swiftly approaching it with how often you thought about him.

when you went home for thanksgiving in mid-november you were actually ecstatic, unlike your usual sadness to have to leave your life behind. not this time, you were going to get to see him.

even if if was in passing or if it was just listing to him play video games through his window.

something was anything.

and anything was something.

just like he did over the summer he opened his window in the evening.

you tried not to stare into his house but it was much more decorated and lived in than it had been over the summer.

he had posters on his walls, better lighting, furniture arranged to be more fung shiu, and dirty clothes on the ground.

what you would do to get a hold of his dirty laundry.

he still played video games at night and listened to music.

you still changed infront off the window.

you two saw each other in passing and he did the same thing he did over the summer.

a closed mouth smile and his hand would lift up as a wave.

but now your parents and his dad were friends so they had more to tell you about him.

you had to play it cool they couldn't know that you were obsessed, no you were asking out of morbid curiosity.

your parents told you his name was tomura shigaraki. his dad adopted him, it was just the two of them, he was a year older than you and he was in computer science.

and no it did not seem like he had a girlfriend.

you had to hide your excitement.

how much did he know about you? was he even interested?

as your excitement began to dwindle and you got ready to leave home and go back to school for the last few weeks of the semester you herd someone call out your name.

you looked up and sure enough getting out of his car was the neighbor boy, tomura.

“hey! you’re (y/n) right?”

you tried to control yourself. you knew your face had to be beet red.

“oh yeah hey”

“well i just wanted to say hello" a pause. he looked around a little awkwardly, then finished his train of thought "im tomura.”

you gave a small smile “it was nice to meet you tomura, i guess ill see you around”

he did his little wave and went inside.

you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

you couldn’t get his devious little grin out of your head.

he had to be interested. you two were the same age and the same demographic. he was a loser and you were beautiful.

if you weren’t obsessed before, now there was no denying it.

the last three weeks of the semester went by agonizingly slow. even your friends noticed your distracted demeanor.

you chose not to tell them. you didn’t want to ruin the magic. and you didn’t want to sound delusional about the neighbor you’ve been stalking and only spoken to once.

when the semester finally ended you were practically already packed and ready to head home.

you spent the entire drive trying to calm yourself down. knowing you had to play it cool around the neighbor boy. around tomura.

you got home and pulled into the driveway, you noted that his car was in his driveway.

you walked in the front door and were met with not only your parents, but also tomura and his dad.

your eyes instantly met.

you dropped the bag you were carrying.

“oh hey” you said not breaking eye contact.

“uhh what’s up” he said sounding nervous but there was no denying that he was happy to see you.

your parents introduced the two of you. he awkwardly shook your hand. you could feel how clammy they were.

your mom announced that tomura and his father would be coming to their yearly holiday party that they throw every year.

you had to rein in your excitement.

“oh, I'm excited to see you guys there”

they left and you immediately went upstairs to scream into your pillow, with your window closed of course.

the holiday party's theme was to wear holiday-esc clothes, you knew who would be there so of course you wore a little black dress and a santa hat.

you saw tomura walk in but you didn't approach him, not yet.

he was wearing a collared shirt under an oversized dark green sweater with Christmas symbols on it that looked thrifted.

you helped yourself to the access of alcohol that both your parents and their guests provided.

you had left your window closed the last few days in anticipation of seeing him tonight.

you noticed he was drinking a beer. your eyes met from across the room. he was standing next to his dad, talking to a group of neighbors.

you were talking to a different neighbor, an old lady who was telling you to dress more modestly.

you risked a glance. he was checking you out. how little you left to the imagination in your little dress.

he caught your eyes and blushed, looking away instantly. he was back into the conversation as soon as he looked away and you looked back.

you excused your self for more alcohol.

you talked to your mom

felt the warm effects of the alcohol.

made eyecontact with tomura.

talked to some more of the party guests

more prolonged eye contact.

You were laying it on thick with your "fuck me eyes"

after what felt like an eternity of dancing around each other finally, your parents were talking to him and his dad.

you joined the circle, only a little motivated by the alcohol you had been drinking all night.

the alcohol that mad the blood rush between your legs a little more than usual.

your parents were asking him about college. he answered their question but was staring at you.

"- yeah I dont really have plans after graduation I'll probably just go wherever the wind takes me kind of thing"

he didnt take his eyes off you. even after he finished talking. he was a good head taller than you. his hair had gotten longer but it still looked good on him. you noticed the contrast of his light hair against his dark eyebrows. he was well-groomed. clean shaven. you wondered what he would look like first thing in the morning with stubble and no shirt on-

"Y/n?"

"Sorry?"

"they were asking about your plans after college"

"Oh um- Im also not sure yet, Ive been looking into grad school but I'm still on the fence,"

your eyes flicked to tomura, an invitation.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go get some water."

he took the bait, "I think im gonna get some water too"

he followed you to the makeshift bar on the kitchen island.

you poured yourself another drink.

he cracked open another beer

“so what are you drinking?”

he shrugged and took a sip

“doesn’t taste very good”

you simply nodded. you could feel the heat on your cheeks. all these months of thinking about him and now you have absolutely nothing to say.

“so you study-“

“can we quit it with the small talk?”

he stepped closer to you and wrapped his free a hand around your waist, he leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear.

he said it just quietly enough that only you could hear, “i don’t want to act like i haven’t been jerking off to you changing in front of your open window and you can’t act like you’re not the little slut who opens her window and gets naked for me.”

you flushed. your blood should be cold from the embarrassment but it wasn't.

it was the opposite.

you felt like you were on fire.

it felt like your excitement was pooling in your underwear.

you realized he was still holding on to you, he hadn't moved.

it was like you and tomura were the last two people on earth. your surroundings a blur,

"wanna get out of here"

"yes. yes please" you whispered.

"thats what i like to hear"

he took your hand and walked you to the back hallway of the party since so many people were blocking the front door and the stairs.

he stopped you in front of one of the doors.

you wanted him so bad that a drunk makeout next to the guest bedroom was enough.

your back was against the wall and one of his hands was leaning against the wall next to your head.

"do you ever think about me when you're away?" he whispers.

you run a hand down his chest. stomach. brush your fingers against something else.

something hard.

"all the fucking time" you whisper back.

he doesn't say anything.

he pins your back to the wall with his body. his hand runs through your hair.

his hand does it again.

youre looking down.

his hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look up him.

he inspects your face, eyes lingering on your lips,

and then he kisses you.

not a little gentle kiss.

your mouth is met by his wet open mouth.

your hands locked around his neck, one of his hands found your waist and the other was in your scalp.

you could feel his hard on.

you rubbed your sex on him and he sucked in a breath while kissing you.

his tongue was exploring your mouth, he wanted in while simultaneously sucking on your bottom lip and biting your tongue.

tomura was warm, he smelled like ocean and spice and laundry detergent. he was all you wanted and more.

he pulled away from the kiss and took a step away from you. he wiped your mouth with his sleeve and then wiped his.

an old man you recognized as one of your moms coworkers wandered back into the hallway.

you quickly understood why tomura just pulled away.

“this isn’t the bathroom” he said looking between the two of you.

you and tomura look at each other and fake a laugh.

his face was flushed, his hair a mess, and your there was a tint the color of your lipstick around his mouth.

"oh yeah we were just talking about college. the bathroom is that way." you pointed to where the party was happening

the man smiled and walked away.

once he was gone you and tomura went right back to what you were doing.

this one wasn’t like the first one though.

it was rougher. it was something more

tomura grabbed your jaw with one hand and squeezed your ass with the other, saying between passionate kisses,

“you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted this”

he pulled on your hair, forcing your head to angle up towards his face.

you can’t ignore his big strong hands, the length of his fingers, the veins on his arms just peeking out from under his rolled up sweater sleeves.

your santa hat must have fallen off a while ago.

his other hand on your ass kneaded it like it was bread dough.

he grabbed at your ass by the handful, pulling on the skin and fat and muscle before letting it go, occasionally feeling your waist, the swell of your hips, and then going right back in for your ass and repeating the process.

his tongue explored the inside of your mouth like it belonged to him. he sucked on your bottom lip, shoved his tongue in, sucked on your mouth with his entire mouth all in no particular order.

you pressed your hips into him and liked what you found.

with one arm wrapped around his neck, you other massaging his scalp and occasionally pulling his hair, a signal to him to come closer to you.

you moved back and into him again. grinding against him. he was hot and hard.

you removed your hand from his scalp and palmed his member.

he pulled off your mouth but not your body and let out a shaky breath.

“if we start with that i won’t be able to stop” he whispered into your hair.

“who said that’s a bad thing” you whipered back.

you could feel his smile against you even though you couldn’t see his face, “i never said it was bad but maybe we should find somewhere more private”

“can we sneak out to your place?”

this was when he pulled his body off of yours and you could see his smirk, “i think that’s a great idea.”

the two of you tried to tidy each other up as best as you could but there was no denying the fact the the two of you just did something. both of your cheeks were flushed, hair was ruffled, and clothes disheveled.

there was also no denying his excitement. you pulled his sweater down to help him attempt the hide the tent in his pants.

he mumbled out a "thanks" and looked away blushing.

he walked out into the party first, raising his eyebrows at you as he said to meet him outside in ten minutes.

you counted to 100 before entering the party so as not to look suspicious.

you didn’t want your parents old and nosy friends know yours and tomura’s business.

you found your parents and stood in on their conversation. casually looking around every chance you got to find him. you spotted him in the kitchen standing next to his dad talking to a woman.

he was standing with his hands in his pockets, slouching, his cheeks still pink, his lips a little swollen, and his his looked like someone had just ran their hands through it.

you noticed you were staring. then you noticed he was staring at you too. he gave you a small smile and he pointed his head toward the front door.

you gave him a small nod in agreement.

you whispered to your mom that you were going to go sit outside and to not worry about you.

she had a few drinks in her system and was more concerned about her holiday party than whatever nonsense her daughter was up to, so it was easy to slip away.

you instantly started walking towards the front door when you felt a hand grab yours. you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

the next five minutes were a blur.

your hand in his.

running over to his house.

his frantic effort to unlock the front door.

instantly making out against the front door once inside.

running up the stairs with him right behind you.

hands intertwined.

barely making it to his room before, once again, aggressively making out against his closed bedroom door.

tomura peeled your desss off in one fluid motion and picked you up throwing, you on his bed.

he whipped his sweater off, and climbed on top of you.

you began to undo the buttons on his white button down but he stopped you,

"ah ah, not yet. its my turn"

he pulled one of your breasts out of your bra, nipple already hard, and put his mouth around your nipple.

his right hand finds yours, interlocking fingers and pressing you to the bed.

his left hand finds your other breast and kneads on it. pulling on your nipple, grabbing the flesh with his palm and fingers.

all while milking your other.

his mouth sucking and teeth bruising there was nothing you could do to conceal the unholy wimpers he coaxed out of you.

his eyes find yours.

“look at me” he says then resumes what he was doing.

your mind couldn't form coherent thoughts.

the only thing you could focus on was the pleasure you were experiencing at his hands.

and mouth.

your hips find his.

you could feel his rock-hard member in his pants.

your free hand finds his member between the two of you and you rub your hand up and down him over his pants.

he inhales shakily.

"mmm not yet" he whispered into your breast.

he maneuvers to switch sides, his mouth now on the opposite breast and his hand cupping the breast his mouth was just on.

your back arches and you moan as his mouth makes contact.

you couldn't stop yourself from grinding your hips against his again.

he bit your nipple in response, getting a yelp out of you.

you knew for sure by now that you were soaked through your panties.

since Tomura had taken your dress off your arousal was evident but his attention was still on your breasts.

he was holding one of your hands and the other was in his hair, nails scratching circles on his scalp and occasionally pulling on his hair.

your hips still moving against his you gave a tug on his hair for his attention.

he kept his mouth where it was but stopped what he was doing, lazily looking up.

you pet his hair and whispered "can we please?" pushing your hips into his for emphasis.

he raised his eyebrows slowly.

he removed his mouth from your nipple dramatically with a loud sucking noise.

he sat up and switched the position he was in to now hold down both of your wrists with one of his hands and to hold your hips down with the other,

"I said not yet,"

and he turned his attention to the nipple he had previously been working on.

you thought you couldn't have been more aroused but with his new found control over you? you could have come just from the sight of him.

your hips struggled against his arm, seeking any form of release as you whimpered in pleasure from the love he gave to your nipple.

you came out of your trance and realized he was still fully clothed and you were still wearing your bra and underwear.

he removed himself from you slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and pushing his mane of hair out of his face.

you were breathing heavily and slightly disoriented from what he had just done.

"lets get rid of these, shall we?"

he started to pull off your underwear. and you went ahead and removed your bra.

"it cant be fair that im the only one who's naked?"

you motioned to him still being almost fully dressed save for the sweater he had been wearing over his now half unbuttoned button-down shirt.

shigaraki sighed and began unbuttoning his shirt

"I thought you preferred to be naked?" he looked up at you and smirked "or are you just a show off?"

you didnt really have a good response to his call out so all you could do was stare at him.

you watched him undress making sure to emphasize one of your signature looks, the fuck me eyes.

he definitely noticed your gaze.

he smirked back at you as he stood up and shucked off his pants.

Leaving him in nothing but a pair of blue plaid boxers.

your favorite.

he crawled back onto the bed and sat on his knees in between your legs, where you lay on your back. head propped up with pillows and still panting from what his magic mouth and fingers just did with your nipples.

he locked eyes with you, hooked his hands underneath your knees, and pulled your bottom half up to him.

he pushed your legs up, essentially folding you in half as he brought his mouth down to yours.

He kissed you sweetly and deeply. with care but also disrespect like he would stop if you asked you him to but you were pulling him closer, scratching his back, and grinding against his member.

so he squeezed your thigh, groped your boob a little tighter, and explored the cavern of your mouth a bit deeper with his tongue.

his hand previously on your tit found your throat. he choked you as his mouth pulled from yours.

the pressure of his hand caused your mouth to open, searching for air and only getting a little bit of it.

he squeezed tighter as he licked down the column of your neck and back up.

kissing your mouth lightly one last time as he released your throat and started kissing down your body.

kissing down to your soaking wet sex.

his hand stroked your face at first. he kissed your jaw, your neck, your chest, booth boobs, your navel, then he found the space between your legs. he lifted your legs over his shoulders and started kissing you there too.

he kissed your clit similarly to how he kissed your mouth at first. softly. respectfully. passionately. like he was waiting for permission.

you gave it to him by grabbing a handful of hair and rubbing yourself against his face. you could feel his nose and his smirk on your sweet spot.

he took your invitation, and you could hear him inhale through his nose he grabbed two handfuls of your ass and went to work.

with his mouth on your clit you could feel him sucking on it, lapping his tongue against it, and eventually sticking two fingers into your sopping entrance.

you couldn't hold your moans in. especially once his veiny, long-fingered hand was pumping in and out.

your first orgasm didnt even build it just ripped through you, without anything you could have done to stop it.

shigaraki, satisfied enough with his handy work sat up and whipped your wet from his mouth with the back of his hand.

you could have orgasmed again from the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair in the ambient lighting of his bedroom.

"your so fucking hot" you couldn't stop yourself from saying.

his hazy eyes found yours "You should see yourself right now" he gave you that smirk after he said it.

there was no hiding his arousal. he pulled his boxers down and his member sprang free.

he was hung.

8 inches long and thick.

all you could do was stare your mouth slightly open and your blood pumping between your legs.

"you like what you see i take it," he says that fucking smirk on his face.

all you could do was nod your head.

he spits on the tip and starts pumping himself as he moves forward toward you.

he hooks his arm under your right leg and maneuvers himself between your legs.

"you ready?"

you hum in response

"mmm i need a yes"

"yes, I am ready"

"good girl, thats what i like to hear,"

he inserts himself slowly, you feel the familiar sting of being stretched out

tomura pauses, looking at you as if asking permission to continue.

your hand is covering your mouth but you nod for him to continue.

he does.

you look down to see that he is not even halfway in.

"oh my god" you whisper "its so fucking big"

he just smiles, not losing his focus on what he is doing.

once hes almost all the way in he pauses again, looking at you for permission to continue.

"can you start moving slowly?"

he doesn't acknowledge your words other than thrusting in and out as slowly as he can,

with each thrust in you couldnt with hold your whimpers.

tomura was slowly increasing speed and how deep he was going,

"is this okay" he asked his breath slightly shaking

"oh my god yea" you struggle to get out

he pushes the leg hooked. under his arm up higher and finally bottoms out in you,

you both moan.

"fuck, youre so tight,"

"you youre so big"

his hand hound your face and stroked your cheek before he took your jaw in his hand,

"youre so fucking beautiful"

you could feel your heart flutter in your chest as he pounded in and out of you and an unholy speed.

"lets switch positions"

you hum in response, so fucked out that you couldn't form coherent words.

he grabs a pillow and flips you over, shoving the pillow underneath your hips.

he taps the small of your back, you spread your knees and arch your back for him, grabbing one of the other pillows to hold in your arms.

tomura grabs hold of your hips and inserts himself, going in smoother this time.

just because the entry was easier did not mean the new angle was any mind boggling.

and tomura was not holding himself back in the slightest, he moaned once he was all the way in and wasted no time in absolutely fucking the shit out of you.

you didnt know it was possible for a human being to experience pleasure like this. your second orgasm of the night rips through you with an inhuman moan.

tomura gathers up your hair and pulls you toward him,

"came again so soon? thats my girl"

he wraps one hand around your throat the other finds your shoulder to use as leverage as he continues to fuck you from behind.

his thrusts begin to stutter losing speed and consistency,

"im close i wanna see your face"

"okay" you say through breaths

he once again flips you over, pumping himself as you readjust the pillows under your head and hips,

tomura heaves your legs up and enters you one last time.

your hands find the back of his head and you pull his face up to yours as he resumes his no longer consistent pace.

his hand finds your throat and your other hand finds his bicep, squeezing at the cords of muscle,

you look up at him slowly, from the sight of his cock entering in and out of you, his muscular upper body, to his big red eyes staring down at you. watching you watch him.

one last orgasm rips through you, starting in your stomach and then spreading to your core and to the rest of your body.

tomura finishes at the same time as you, pulling out and coming all over your stomach and boobs.

the two of you just sit there for a moment. both of you breathing heavy. both of you fucked out of your minds.

tomura is the first to break the silence.

he swallows and rubs his jaw,

"do you think we should go back to the party because I kind of want to do that again?"

m.list

All thanks to the cat (Shigaraki X F!Reader) by Vi ✨

Hi everyone! It's Vi ✨ Today I decided to write something about our crusty boy, he needs to be loved ❤️ I hope you enjoy! (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: mention of blood but fluff anyway

All character reservations to Horikoshi

While the league of villains' location was still unknown, Tomura could walk around the neighborhood wearing a hoodie to hyde his face just in case someone recognised him. He wasn't a morning person so usually all his scapes from the hideout were at night, probably to get coffee or some snacks as an excuse to get away from the others.

On his way to the convince store, he saw a cute kitten in the middle of the street. It looked a little lost and terrified of its surroundings but Shigaraki paid no attention and kept walking. That was until he heard a car speeding towards the cat and, without thinking, he ran across the street to grabbed it and pushed both himself and the animal to the sidewalk. The car stopped a few meters away from them and the driver got out of vehicle to check if everything was ok. Unfortunately for him, Tomura is not one to forgive so, in the blink of an eye, he decayed the guy and left with the kitten. The little thing seem to appreciate his gesture as it started to rub its head on him. That's when the villain realised it had a collar with a telephone number. He contemplated for many minutes if he should gave the cat back to its owner or take it with him. However, he couldn't go back to the league with a kitten, they would saw him as someone weak so he surprisingly opted for calling the owner.

It was 11 PM and they probably won't pick up but he gave it a try anyways. At the second tone, a girly voice sound from the other side of the line and Shigaraki just froze on the spot. He was not expecting for them to respond and even worst, for it to be a girl.

"Hi, is someone there?" The angelic voice said and Tomura realised he should say something before she hang up "Hey I - I found your cat on the street and it was almost hit by a car..." "Omg! Noooooo, did something happened to him?! Please tell me he is okay!" "Yeah...he is here with me, may you pick him up? I'm in front of the convince store" "Yes!! I'll be right there! Wait for me, don't go please" And their conversation ended

Tomura started to sweat thinking that a woman was coming and he didn't know what to say or how to even talk a female. But then he thought about what would happened if she recognised him, he definitely would've to kill her but all those thoughts were out of the window once he saw her. Oh, how he wasn't prepared for such a sight! A curvy short girl appeared from around the corner and her face lighted up once she saw them. Her h/c hair was a little bit messy and apparently, she was wearing a nightgown under a big jacket that cover most part of it. Tomura brain was malfunctioning at this point and his heart beat so fast he swore it would come out his chest.

"Oh, thanks god Sombra (means shadow in Spanish) it's ok! I've been looking for him all day but couldn't find him anywhere! Your are such a lifesaver! Thank you so much" the pretty girl was almost crying as she grabbed her cat while giving it a few kisses and Shigaraki heart almost skipped a beat at the sight.

"What's your name, mysterious knight in shining armour?" She looked at him with a smile on her face and it took a few seconds for him to respond because of how flustered he was "I'm Tomura" "Nice to meet you, Tomura! I'm y/n" She extended her hand waiting for him to shake hers but before he could reacted, the e/c eyed girl grabbed his hand and shake it enthusiasticly

He was staring at her, waiting for the inevitable moment of her turning to dust. However, it never came as she separated from him and kept talking about something he couldn't catch on.

What had happened? Why didn't she turned into dust like the others? He started to scratch his neck as she turned to look at him worryingly.

"Sorry if I'm overstepping a boundary but your neck is bleeding a little bit, let me..." Y/n didn't finished her sentence as she reached her hand to his neck and suddenly, all scratch marks and blood was gone

"How did you do that?" He asked curiously about what her quirk was and also wondering why someone as sexy as her would get near or even help someone like him " I have a sanation quirk! I can cure from a headache to a missing limb and it also makes my body immune to some attacks. Cool, isn't it?" She wink at him and the air left his lungs for a moment. God, was she beautiful! "Yeah, it's a pretty cool quirk"

"Well, it's getting late so I probably should be going" Oh no, it's the first time he found someone who he couldn't turned into dust and also the first girl to look at him and not be disgust and she was already leaving. Tomura thought this was some kind of sick joke fate played with him where it would showed him the best piece of god's creation and then, take it away from him. Because freaks like him never get the girl even if they are willing to burn the whole world for them. But sometimes, fate plays with very interesting cards and makes unexpected happen

"Hey I'm... After all you've done for Sombra the least I could do is invite you to lunch sometime! Maybe somewhere quite where we could talk...What do you say?" She said as her cheeks turned red and she avoid looking at him

Shigaraki was not expecting her to invite him to hang out but he wouldn't complained. He felt flustered that a cute girl such as her wanted to go out with him. He couldn't believed his luck! He actually considered this being a dream and he didn't want to wake up anytime soon

"Yes, I would like that" he tried to smile as her eyes shined with excitement "Great! I'll give you my number so we can communicate and see when or where we could go!" If this wasn't the best day of his entire life, when y/n kissed his cheek as a goodbye, it definitely was!

Let's just say that Tomura came back to the hideout with more than a few snacks

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Bonus

Him: Hi, It's Tomura

Him: Hope you and sombra arrived ok

Cute girl: Hiii Tomura!

Cute girl: Yes we did! He is already sleeping.

Cute girl: Too much adventure for him 😜

Cute girl: Thanks again for saving him! I own you one 🙏🏻

Him: It's ok, he was too cute to ignore

Cute girl: hahaha yeah! He is the cutest

("You are the cutest" He wanted to say but thought it was too early for that)

Cute girl: *picture attached* ( y/n with Sombra on bed)

Cute girl: Ready for bed! Hope u have a good night sleep! See you soon, Tomura 😘

(Oh, his soul left his body after that.

He probably won't admit that he watched that photo every night before bed. He should buy a treat to that cat when he sees it again)

The date (Shigaraki X F!Reader) By Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi ✨ I decided to write part two of my recent post (if you haven't read it, click here) I hope you enjoy! (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Tag @thickemadame

Warnings: mentions of blood but fluff anyway

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Shigaraki has been talking with y/n for over two weeks and they already had planned where they would go to have lunch. It actually took that long to organised because of Tomura's "busy schedule" (which meant finding a day where AFO or the league wouldn't need him) and also because he needed to make sure the place they picked was safe (but she didn't have to know any of that)

All this nights spent together talking and playing games, made him believed that maybe there was a chance to be loved and happy in this world. And he liked the person he became around her, made him feel a little more human and not a complete "monster", like everybody thought.

However, he was scared shirtless of her reaction when she'd put the pieces together and realised who he really was and what he was aiming to achieve. But Tomura wished that when it happens, she'll understand him and stays by his side.

The day of their "date", as he liked to call it, was around the corner and so was his anxiety. What if he was too much of a freak for her? What if she saw him at daylight and thought he was ugly (which he believed he was)? How would he talked to a woman when all his life he was rejected or feared by them? So many questions that didn't let him sleep at night. That and the constant thoughts of her soft skin and how good it felt to have her lips on his cheek. He dreamed about having her in front of him and being able to kiss and caress her body.

He didn't have anybody to share his thoughts and opinions about this and he knew he couldn't ask his master; he would say that she was a "distraction" and would try to hurt her. That's why he reminded calmed and did his own research by watching shitty romantic movies and series.

He was in the middle of "Notting Hill" when a new notification arrived, it was a message from y/n!

Cute girl: Hi Tomura! Can't wait to see you tomorrow ❤️

Cute girl: Oh and Sombra also says hi!

His heartbeat increased a lot every time she sent him a text or call. Tomura really enjoyed talking to her; she always had something interesting and funny to say and make his day better. He's excited to see y/n tomorrow! And his mind drifts to what cute outfit would she use and wonders if he should asked her what colours was she going to wear in order to match with hers but realised it might be a little creepy as they haven't known each other for that long.

Suddenly he felt into the realisation that he hadn't thought about an outfit yet and it made him panicked. Running to his closest and looking for something suitable to wear. He couldn't hide his face behind "father" but he also couldn't wear another hoodie so his long dilema started. It took him almost two hours to find something that made him look decent enough and then, he heard another notification.

Cute girl: Hey, it's everything alright?

Cute girl: If you don't feel like going out, it's ok! You don't have to

Oh god no! He had forgotten to respond. Why was he such an idiot? Now she thought he didn't want to come! As usual, he started to scratch his neck furiously till it bleed. Maybe he was overthinking this too much and forgot that he needed to enjoy

Him: Hi y/n!

Him: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to left you on read! I remembered that I didn't have anything planned to wear and I started looking for something and lost track of time

Him: I'm really excited to see you tomorrow

Him: hope u haven't changed your mind about our date

Cute girl: Oh, don't worry! I just thought you didn't want to come and, if I'm being honest, I was kinda sad 🥺🙈

Cute girl: So... Are we seeing each other tomorrow?

Him: Yes!

Cute girl: Yeiiii! I'm so happy!

Cute girl: See you on tomorrow then! ☺️

Tomura was so happy that she seemed to be excited to see him and what was even better was that she didn't corrected him when he said it was "date" so it meant she wanted to date him too! At least, he hoped it meant that

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Tomura arrived half an hour earlier just in case. He didn't want to spoil anything. Today must be perfect! He was waiting on a bench at the park near the restaurant when she appeared. Her h/c hair was down, she had very little make up (as much as he could tell) that made her face lighted up even more and she was wearing a black long sleeve dress with a big scarf that hide part of her face but he could still see the blush on her nose and cheeks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She looked so adorable and sexy at the same time! How was that even possible?!

When she finally spotted him, she hurried to where he was and gave him a big hug that last more than it should for two people who didn't know each other that well. Tomura stood still while being embraced by her. The last time he was held like this, he ended up decaying his whole family so it made him worried. He wasn't sure if he should reciprocate the gesture so he opted for leaning closer in order to smelt her sweet perfume; she smelt like vanilla and happiness. He wished he smell good enough for her as he took three showers to get rid of blood's smell (he had happened to come across some heroes yesterday and things had scaled quickly)

"It's so nice to see you, Tomura! Thanks for coming" She said while distancing herself from him and he was invaded by sadness as he lost the comfort her embrace provided him.

Then, Y/n looked at him up and down and said "You do look good, gamer boy" and winked at him. At that moment, Shigaraki lost the hability to speak as he was too shocked by her statement. Never in his whole life he'd had someone telling him such a thing and not being joking. Did she truly think he "looked good"? If it wasn't for her innocent smile and those doe eyes, he would've thought it was a joke.

"T-Thanks... You look really pretty" "Thank youuuu! How about we go to the restaurant? I'm starving hahaha" She laughed and Tomura seriously believed it was the greatest melody he's ever heard. As he nodded, she grabbed his arm and pulled from him saying "Let's go then!"

They sat across each other on the floor at a very traditional Japanese restaurant. She did most of the talking and he was glad about it. First of all because he wanted to know everything about her and secondly, cause he still couldn't grasped the fact that he was on a date with the most beautiful woman to ever exist on earth. When food arrived, she went to grab a napkin for both but so was Tomura and their hands touched making her blush adorably and he couldn't help but stared. She looked at him, then to their hands and frowned. He paralysed. Was he staring too much? Did his hand disgusted her? Before he could kept on thinking, she took his hand into hers and said "I don't know what you did but you have to be more careful" as she healed his wounds while caressing them with so much tenderness that he had to suppressed the need to kiss her "There, you are all healed!"

She released his hand and gave him a look full of curiosity "What?" He asked as he was getting nervous of how intense her stare was "Oh nothing... I'm just wondering which is your quirk, if you have you, of course" Tomura remained silenced for a few seconds and contemplated the idea of telling her the truth. He didn't want to risk their possible future but he didn't want to lie to her either "I have a decay quirk. I turn into dust everything I touch with my hands. I know it's kinda creepy but..." y/n didn't let him finished as she said "Wow! That's such a powerful quirk you have! Nobody would mess with you, that's for sure hahaha"

Shigaraki was glad you took it well as their conversation kept going. She asked many questions about his personal life and also talked about the place she worked at. Apparently, she was a nurse that worked at a local hospital (her quirk being really convenient) and she lived alone with Sombra near the league's hideout

After a while, they left the restaurant but didn't want the date come to an end so they went to the park to chat some more as they walked. Tomura didn't want to overthinking about the fact that his hand interviewed with hers and she didn't complained; actually, she seemed really comfortable and he couldn't be happier.

A few minutes into walking, he realised she was shivering and so he copied the same gesture he saw many times in those romantic movies. He took his jacket off and put it in her shoulder while keeping his arm around her in order to kept her warm. Her face was blushing so hard that he thanked all the time he spent watching TV instead of preparing for the LOV next attack

She was so close that he could just leaned down a little bit and kissed her. They remained on their spot while looking at each other intensively and leaned forward for a very expected kiss. But luck was not with them as it started to rain and they had to run to a tree for shelter. When it stopped raining, he took her to her apartment but didn't leave before coming to the door and saying hi to Sombra.

"I had so much fun today! I was thinking that when you are not busy, maybe you could come to my house. I can cook something nice and we can play games... What do you say?" She looked at him waiting for his response but Tomura sword he was in another galaxy. Of course he wanted to spent more time with her and try what she prepared for him "I would love to. How about next Saturday?" "Yes! Then, see you on Saturday Tomura!" She came closer to kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear "I'm looking forward to see you again, gamer boy"

When Tomura arrived at his bedroom, he saw that he had a new notification; a message from you that made him lose the hability to breathe. (Literally *tomura e.x.e stopped working*)

Cute girl: Tomuraaaa, you left your jacket

Cute girl: I'll give it back on Saturday, ok?

Cute girl: Oh and for the record, I would've let you kiss me in the park 🙈

just passing by, what if our dearest darling reader finally got to escape from the hold of the "bad" yandere men but you know, felt life is a little lacking without her yandere shigaraki and finally understood why she should had just stayed with him instead of trying to refuse plus she knows that shigaraki loves her and he is alone so she worries for him so... now reader will have to crawl back from where she came from explain it to him and tell him how much she love him.

I didn't know you were from Argentina that's amazing

- Anon 04-04

Yandere Shigaraki x Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ I received this request from an anon and thought it was a great idea to write about it! Thanks anon for requesting 💕 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: Yandere content and fluff?

It's been three months since I ran away from Shigaraki's hold. I had been with him for seven months till I saw the chance to scape when the league had a meeting with other villains. At first I thought that I could go back to my old life but the chances of Shigaraki finding me again were too high so I moved to another city and kept a low profile. I didn't asked for the heroes' help as I knew the villain would killed them if I did.

The fist week I enjoyed my freedom to the fullest; I went to the park for walks, went to the cinema or to eat alone at restaurants. However, there were times where I found myself thinking "He would've enjoyed this movie" or "He would've loved this certain place" and, as the days passed, it felt strange not to have him around. On Fridays, we would order take out and watch romantic animes he didn't like but watched just because I liked it and I would end up falling asleep on his arms. Since escaping, I couldn't fall asleep without him so, in order to sleep, all I could do was grabbing a pillow and pretending it was him who I was spooning. Also, every morning I would prepared breakfast for two without realising and a sense of sadness would invaded me each time. I didn't know what to do anymore as I find everything boring; Was life before him this dull? Could it be that he made my days more interesting? It made me really angry that I missed him more every day after hoping to scape from his place for seven months and thinking about going back to his arms made me feel some kind of relieved. However, I stopped those thoughts before I grabbed my keys and leave because It probably was the stockholm syndrome talking and definitely not her being in love with him.

On particular day, I went to the store to buy something to eat and the cashier asked me out. I felt so lonely without Shigaraki that I thought it was a good idea to try to move on and find a reason to stay. So the next day, he took me to an arcade where he tried to win all the stuff animals but couldn't get any and we had ice cream sat on a bench while looking at the stars. It was supposed to be a romantic and intimate moment but, with all honesty, all I could think was how my Shiggy would've won all the prizes just for me and how I really wished it was him next to me watching the sky and not this poor guy who has been talking for fifteen minutes but I wasn't listening. He even took my hand on the way home but it wasn't the same; It wasn't Tomura's rough hand grabbing mine delicately with his pinky finger lift to not decay me. It weren't his lips whose kissed my cheek because if it were his, my cheeks would be blushing like they always do when he kisses me. I entered my house (it didn't felt right to call it home without him in it), alone, and went to find an old Tomura's t shirt (the one I scaped with on) and cry with it in my bedroom floor. I was hard to admit that I missed him but even harder not to be with him. That night, I cryed myself to sleep

My final straw was when, the next morning, I saw on the news that the league's hideout had been attacked by the heroes and apparently, Shigaraki had fought with them but his whereas remain unknown. Tears where rolling down my face without realising. I was so worried yet so scared that something bad had happened to him and I wasn't by his side. What if he died believing I didn't loved him and that I left him for it? I won't be able to live with that thought. I had to find him and make sure he was alright. I needed to tell him what I felt before it was too late.

It was hard to find their location but thanks to Toga answering my phone call, I did. I stood at the door unable to move as my thoughts were running wild and field me with insecurity. What if it was too late and he doesn't love me anymore? What if he is mad at me and wants revenge? Would he want to take me back after all this time? But all of it was interrupted as I was already opening the door. Some of the league members that had survive were hiding here and once I entered, everything got quiet. Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at him (Sorry, I had to put this phrase from Taylor's song hehe), he looked like he haven't been sleeping or eating at all and had many new scars. His eyes were locked in mines and he told everyone to get lost as he needed privacy. The room was silent again and before he could say anything, I said " I know you are probably mad at me and don't want to see me anymore but hear me out first. I need to tell you the truth! All this months I thought I wanted my old life back and that I missed it but once I got it, it was not what I was expecting because I felt that something was missing and that something was you. At first, I didn't want to admit that I cared about you but I realized that life without you had not meaning and if to have freedom I need to be away from you, then I don't want it. I want to be with you but not obliged this time, I want to do it because I love you" At this point my face was on fire and my eyes field with tears but so were Tomura's. He hugged me tight as if he was scared that I would disappear again, kissed my temple and whispered "I was so scared, thought you wouldn't come back to me. I know I'm not the best with words and defenitly not with emotions, but I want to say that I love you and I promise to never let go of you. I promise I'll protect you and to make you happy, just please stay with me" his voice break at the end as he cupped my cheeks tenderly and kissed me with so much love and affection. We stayed hugging each other for a while as I said "I would never leave you ever again"

While you thought you were so capable of scaping and "hiding" from him, he had already known your new location and even had cameras inside your new apartment. He had people following you, telling him what you were doing and remember the guy you went on a date with? Well, he has vanished from earth, Shigaraki made sure of it. He have you time to realised how much you need him and if you happened to enjoy your life without, he would've made sure you never see the sunlight as he'll keep you locked in his room. But you'll never know any of that.

shhhh..

~ shigaraki x f!reader

summary: you had been exceptionally dry towards your boyfriend this past week, and he couldn’t get the reason out of you over text, no matter how hard he tried. So he figured he’d pay you a little visit! :)

additional tags: reader has strict parents, eventual smut, forced to be quiet, established relationship, teasing, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, using panties as a gag, slight aftercare, no quirk au

a/n: this is my first time writing publicly on this account, so please feel free to leave tips or suggestions for me <3

word count: ~2.7k

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Family dinner was something that was obligatory in your household; it had been since the dawn of time. Unless you weren’t home, you had no excuse to not be sat at your dining room table with your parents. That leaves you where you are now, picking at your plate as you sit in uncomfortable silence with your mom and dad. You knew the reason why they were refraining from breaking the silence, in turn understanding that they were going to avoid the subject all together.

“So, when can I talk to my boyfriend again?” Your tone was slightly annoyed, as you placed your fork down on your plate and looked up across the table. You met your mother’s eyes, which looked to her husband, and back to you. She let out a sigh as she also set down her fork, bringing her napkin to the corner of her mouth.

“You know the answer. He’s bad for you, and we will not allow you two to see each other any longer,” she stated simply. She was right, you knew the answer, but you couldn’t stand being forced to be so distant with him. It killed you to not maintain the same personality with him online, let alone not seeing him for the past week and a half. You looked to your dad, but he avoided your gaze, not being one for confrontation. “What your mother said, sweetheart.”

You scoffed, throwing your hands up and letting them fall to your sides. “That’s not fair, it’s my life,” you said, hating that they thought they could control you like this. “No, it’s our life, and it will be for as long as you live under this roof. If you want to be independent, you can move out!” Your mother raised her voice, displaying her usual short temper. “You don’t get it, you don’t even care enough to meet him,” you retorted, propping your elbows up on the table and swinging your hands around as you spoke, as if it helped prove your point.

“Honey, please, just try to see it from our perspective,” your dad started, turning to face you. “You sneak around with him, he’s been in the custody of the police more than once, he doesn’t do good in school, the list goes on. He doesn’t seem to have a good influence on you. We’re doing this because we love you.” You looked at your dad in disbelief. Of course they used that excuse, it’s their favorite one to abuse.

“You will stop seeing each other, and that’s final.” Your mom stated with no room for arguing otherwise. Feeling your blood rush to your face, you made the executive decision to stand up from the table, and reside in your room, not wanting to say anything that would provoke further punishment from the both of them. “If you loved me, you would let me live my life however I damn well pleased. Fucking god.” The words left your lips as a soft curse as you stormed down the hall and toward your bedroom door. Opening it revealed a surprise that you definitely weren’t expecting.

There laid your boyfriend, Tomura, lazily on your bed, fiddling with some little trinket that was supposed to be on your desk. The sound of your door opening snapped him out of whatever he was doing, and he smiled, really it was more of a smirk, and got up off the bed to greet you.

“Hey sweet thing.” He cooed out. Your eyes were wide and your feet were frozen, not expecting him to literally be in your room.

You shut the door swiftly, and held your hands out in front of you, motioning for him to stop and explain himself. “How? Why??” You could barely get out before realizing your parents could probably still hear you. Before he even started talking, you put a finger to your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You walked past him, finding something to turn on as noise to drown you two out. You landed on just turning on your fan.

The fan ran for a second before you interrogated him on what he was doing here. “What are you doing? How did you get in?” You were right in front of him, whisper-yelling your inquiries at him. He started walking closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies. You stepped back, until you reached your bed. You sat on it and looked up at him, waiting for his answer.

“Well, your window was unlocked, and I wanted to see why you’ve been ignoring me.” He stated with ease, a slight grin and a shrug of his shoulders accompanying his words. You sigh and furrow your eyebrows, upset at yourself. You didn’t want to break the news like this, but you figured you had no other choice. You were mentally beating yourself up for what you were about to say.

“Tomura.. I think we have to.. uhm- stop seeing.. each other.” The words left your mouth with so much hesitation, dripping in sadness. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, holding your gaze in your lap. Your head felt heavy as you tried to compose yourself, knowing he wouldn’t react well to the news.

You didn’t hear anything for a good while after you spoke, deciding to look to see what he was thinking. Except, you don’t see a different expression from what he was sporting earlier. He still had the shit-eating grin that was plastered on his face when you first saw him. “That’s cute, angel.” He rasped out, grasping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. He crawled to you on the bed, forcing you to lie down as he positioned himself on top of you, trapping you. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

He leaned down to kiss you, holding the side of your face with one of his hands. You matched his movements, bringing your hands up to either side of his head. You were lost in the feeling, missing this for the last week or so. You wanted it to be slow, in case this was actually the last time you saw him. He slowly prodded your lips with his tongue, asking for permission to be let in. You granted it happily, parting your lips as you felt your breathing slowly become heavier.

He leaned down, pressing himself more into you as an effect, and finally broke the kiss. The catching of breath was all that was heard between the two of you. He just smiled with half lidded eyes before dipping down to your jawline, eventually kissing his way down to your neck. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling at his locks and tangling themselves in it. That’s when you realized that your parents were, in fact, still home. Most likely just down the hall from the both of you.

You panicked, trying to push Tomura’s face away from the warmth of your neck so that you wouldn’t get caught. “Wait, no, my parents are still home, I can’t-” You were cut off, your breath hitching, Tomura not budging as he continued his attack on your neck. “T-Tomura, I can’t, not now-“

“Yes, now,” he breathed out, finding a spot on your collarbone to sink his teeth into. He sucked on the spot afterwards, allowing as close to instant relief as he could, before dragging his tongue along it painfully slow. This elicited soft whimpers from your throat, foiling your plan of trying not to let too much noise slip. Sure, the fan helped with blocking it out, but it could only do so much before your parents got suspicious.

You eventually gave in, not being able to resist him with any bone in your body. He kissed down your collarbone, and made his way to your chest. He slid his hands up the shirt that was covering one of his favorite features about you, slowly raising it above your head and discarding it off to the side. He had a twinkle of something in his eyes, and licked his lips, before kissing and sucking all over your chest. His lips lingered on your nipple, sucking at it harshly, before bringing one of his free hands up to the other, making sure it didn’t feel neglected.

“So beautiful, all for me.” He said, making it increasingly harder to stay quiet, and you were very sure he knew that. You looked down at him, the sight one to remember, while soft moans were slipping past your lips. You bit your tongue in hopes of it helping cease the noises. He met your gaze, grinning.

Once he was done marking and biting your chest, he made his way down to your most intimate area. He started fiddling with the waistband of your underwear, looking up at you while he did so. You looked down at him with pleading eyes, practically begging him not to do what he was about to. “No! Are you crazy? Do you want me to get caught?” You whisper to him, squirming. He only laughed softly in response before slowly pulling them down your legs; past your mid thighs, then your knees, then all the way down to your ankles, before wadding them up and shoving them into your mouth.

“I guess you’ll just have to be quiet then, princess,” he teased, honing in on his target, “I bet you can manage.” His tongue stuck out, licking up your slit, then going to focus on your clit. You moaned into your panties, the sensation euphoric. God, you missed this. You couldn’t fathom how you went without him for as long as you had.

He wrapped his lips around your sensitive nub, lapping the rest of your pussy generously with his tongue. You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but you couldn’t help how euphoric it felt. You continued moaning, fighting back as much as you could manage. You were squirming in his grip, either trying to break free from his hands or trying to grind against his face; you weren’t sure which you were attempting. All that washed over you was an intense amount of pleasure, urging you to reach a hand up to one of your tits, fondling it and tugging at your nipple.

Your breath became labored, the rise and fall of your chest attracting Tomura’s eyes as he looked up at the beautiful sight: you with your legs spread wide just for him, moaning out what he assumed was a mix of curses and his name as he made you feel heavenly. He took it one step further.

“Look at me,” he pulled away, waiting for you to meet his gaze, “look at me as I fuck you with my fingers.” He said, slowly inserting his fingers into your core, feeling your gummy insides squeeze around his digits. You lulled your head back against your pillow, the combination forcing you closer to your climax.

That was until the sound of knocking at your door interrupted the two of you, the room falling almost completely silent as one of your parents made their presence known. “Honey?” Your dad called out, talking through the door. You sat up as much as you could, not knowing what to do. Your eyes darted between Tomura and your door, frozen.

“I.. I wanted to apologize for earlier.” He was lingering outside of your door. Tomura had a devilish grin on his face, slowly starting his movements up again. You looked down at him, seeing him slowly bring a finger up to his lips with a small “shh” emitting from them, dipping back down into your cunt, and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You squealed softly into your underwear, trying especially hard not to make any noise now that your dad was outside of your door.

“You know how mom can be sometimes, she just needs some downtime,” he continued, wildly unaware of what was going on just on the other side of the wood barrier between the two of you. You felt yourself slowly climb back up the steep hill of pleasure, your boyfriend's movements only getting more intense as he makes it his mission to get you to cum. You looked down at him, pleading eyes begging him to slow down, or at least make it easier for her to keep quiet. But, to no avail as he kept up his pace with his fingers, matching it with his tongue as he focused on your sweet spots.

“We can go out tomorrow, just the two of us? I bet it’ll make you feel better, sweetheart,” he said. You squirmed, softly moaning, waiting for your dad to leave. You could feel yourself nearing the edge, wiggling your hips as you tried to force yourself into your orgasm. To your dad, you were just giving him the silent treatment, so he took that as his cue to retire back to his room. “Okay, goodnight honey,” your dad said, before leaving again.

Tomura rasped out a small laugh, before urging you on. “Come on, angel, you can do it. You’re doing so good.” He whispered in between your thighs, hitting the spots that make you see stars over and over, finally pushing you over the edge. You looked down at him one more time, before coming undone. You felt him hum in satisfaction as he tasted your orgasm, forcing you to ride it out until you were begging for him to take it easy on you. Your hand found refuge in his scalp, tangling themselves in the nest of light blue locks.

With one last lap of his tongue around your cunt, he pulled away, a smile plastered on his face as he licked his fingers clean. Your face was slightly flushed as you smiled back at him, your chest rhythmically rising and falling. He crawled on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body. You started massaging his scalp with one of your hands, and rubbed his back with the other. You heard him mumble out, “Are you actually going to follow through? With the thing you brought up earlier?” You heard his tone; he sounded defeated.

You cup his face in your hands, turning it to face your own. “Of course not. My parents have been on me about it, and I didn’t know what else to do.” You looked away for a moment, then back at him. “But, that’s not to say that I won’t still ignore you, seeing this is what happens when I do,” you teased, a smirk on your face. Tomura scoffed, shaking his head and laying it back down on your chest.

After a long, silent moment, Tomura propped himself up. “I think I should go. Your parents will kill both of us if they found out I was here,” he said, moving towards the window to open it up again. “Aww, please, stay just a little longer.. Please?” You pleaded, sitting up and following him out of bed covering yourself with a nearby blanket. He turned to face you, hands moving from the window to your face. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back. You can count on that,” he said, half of his face illuminated by the dim light of the moon. He leaned down, your lips interlocking with his one last time, before he turned to escape through the window.

“Wait!” You called out to him, leaning out the window. He turned to meet you, pulling his hood up. “Uhm- text me when you get home. Maybe I can sneak off to see you next time,” you said, a small dust of pink on your cheeks as you spoke. You heard him let out a small laugh as he nodded up to you, running off into the night, leaving you up in your room for the rest of the time being.

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Pairing: Villain!Shigaraki Tomura x Pro-hero!fem reader

Summary: A Pro-hero Halloween party goes wrong due to an attack and you are held captive by the Villain Shigaraki Tomura who seems to have a manic obsession with you.

Content warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, knife play, fear play, degradation, humiliation, mind break, coercion, bondage. Shiggy is unhinged and reader is helpless.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium’s “After Dark” collab. Please check out the masterlist of this collab and support the work of all the other amazing authors and artists:))

isnt proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Being a pro-hero was a taxing job and on most days it took everything in you to make it through a single day. But on days like this, you suppose your job had quite a few enjoyable perks. One of those being the Halloween party that you and your pro-hero friends threw every year. No matter how busy they all were, every single one of them made sure to mark their calendars just for this day. It was the one day where all of you let loose, drank alcohol to the point of blacking out and lived “normal” lives. Just for this one day.

Each year one of you took the responsibility to host the party and this year it was Todoroki’s turn. The party was in his fancy mansion this year and suffice to say you expected it to be rather sophisticated compared to the crazy party that Denki threw last year.

You were surprised, to say the least when you walked into the heavily decorated mansion. It seems that Shoto had decided to pull out all the stops this year and the mansion looked a lot like a set of a horror movie. There were carved out pumpkins, lanterns and ghostlike figures scattered all over the yard. There seemed to be a device constantly emitting smoke, adding to the spooky illusion of the house.

As you walked towards the door, you noticed the inside of the house was packed with people and loud music was booming through the speakers and the energy was infectious. Upon entering the house, you were blinded by the shimmering party lights and the sheer amount of people gathered in the house. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had the thought that this was probably the safest place considering the sheer amount of pro-heroes all gathered in one place. You were bubbling with excitement and pure adrenaline at the thought of how memorable this night was going to be.

And a memorable night it was. To be honest, you had no idea how it happened. None of you expected the league of villains to attack you, after years of radio silence, and that too at your annual Halloween party where all of you had your guard down. Your memory was hazy, maybe the hit to your head was the reason why, but you felt rather guilty at the thought of being vulnerable when your responsibility as a Pro was to never show weakness.

As these thoughts came rushing into your head, you realised that your hands and legs were bound to a chair and you felt the panic settling in. One of the first things they taught you as a pro was to never panic and always look at the situation from an objective and logical point of view. But it was proving rather difficult to be objective when you were drunk and completely caught off guard.

You lulled your intrusive thoughts and tried to assess your surroundings. You were in a dark room with a few scattered chairs and a table with a bunch of equipment that you couldn’t see very clearly. You were alone in the room and from the looks of it, you were the only one who was captured. Unless they were keeping all the victims in a different room, but that seemed quite unlikely.

You tested the strength of the ropes and tried to see in what way you could escape. This was one of the few times you wished your Quirk was something more practical and hands-on. Your quirk allowed you to control the body of a person for a few minutes as soon as you made contact with their skin. But the handicap was that if someone knew about your quirk, they would make sure they never came in contact with your skin in the first place. This is why you trained so hard to improve your combat skills but there wasn’t much you could do while being bound to a chair.

You were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a door creaking open and a shadowy figure started to walk towards you. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw that the person standing in front of you was none other than the infamous villain - Shigaraki Tomura. You were surprised to see that the head of the league was confronting you directly when you weren’t even one of the strongest heroes. You tried to figure out what exactly he wanted from you.

“Happy Halloween miss y/n! How is life as a Pro treating you?” he asked, in his dull monotone voice. He was grinning down at you, as though he found your predicament rather hilarious. “Seems to be treating you pretty well considering how you heroes have the time to celebrate Halloween and party rather than protect the people you so generously care about!” he taunted, with no regard to you whatsoever.

“It’s a little hard to protect people when I am tied up to a chair, don’t you think?” you said, with disdain dripping from your tone. That seemed to wipe the grin right off his face only for a more nefarious look to replace his previous expression. Seems like he truly noticed your presence after you spoke to him. You had heard about how Shigaraki had a broken sense of what was right and wrong and he toed the fine line between insane and truly unhinged quite heedlessly.

All of a sudden, he pulled a shiny knife from his back pocket and ran his fingers gently over the surface of the knife. “I know all about you, pro hero. I know I can’t touch you and in a way, it works for the both of us don’t you think? Because now I can’t use my quirk on you without touching you and if I do that, we would both be at a stalemate I suppose. But that makes things so much more fun!” he said maniacally. “What do you want from me, Shigaraki?” you asked, exhaustion evident in your words.

“What do I want? Well, the simple answer is that I hate all Pro-heroes and capturing one and torturing them will surely make the Heroes take the League more seriously. But the real and more complicated answer is that I’ve been watching you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you. And the fact that we can’t touch each other makes this so much more exhilarating for me. Don’t you feel it too? The electricity between us?” he asked while looking at you as though you understood exactly what he is talking about.

The knife glinted in the light and there seemed to be a shine in his eyes as he looked at the knife and then back at you. “I don’t want you and I can’t help you either, so either kill me or just let me go,” you said impassively. “That’s quite a skimpy outfit for a Pro, don’t you think?” he asked, while completely ignoring your statement. He skimmed the knife lightly over the tiny straps of your top and your skin erupted in goosebumps. He seemed to enjoy the sight and pulled at the straps of your top with his knife.

You were relieved at the thought that he wouldn’t directly touch you, but the knife on your skin made you feel so helpless and weak. You were paralysed with fear and you knew that moving your body would only make it riskier for you. You prayed that someone would come and save you because there was absolutely no way you were getting out of this situation without any help.

“Your skin is so soft and flawless, I wonder how it’d look if I cut you up just a little bit!” he said in a dazed voice. “Will you still be appealing to me if you were filled with scars just like me?” he wondered aloud. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to beg him for mercy but every second the knife was on your skin, you felt yourself succumbing to the weakness.

Being a hero for you never really involved a true threat to your life, your quirk always led to you being part of stealth missions rather than facing villains head-on. But at this moment, you realised just how easy you had it for you. Is this what the others went through every day? The imminent threat to your life led to your senses being extra heightened.

You were feeling everything, the lights in the room were too bright, your clothes felt too itchy and the knife felt cold but smooth in your skin. The cold made you shudder and you lightly struggled against your bonds. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he said with delight. He cut the straps of your top with the knife and your top was barely hanging on to your chest.

“I don’t know what I want more, for you to be naked before me or for you to be begging me to touch you with the knife,” he remarked. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the knife rest lightly on your neck. “I want to show you just how much I want you but this is the only way I can. Imagine the knife on your neck is the same as my hands choking you if I could touch you.”

Your mind went to a dark place and your body seemed to be out of its senses. Your nippled hardened as he moved the knife from your neck and skimmed it to the front of your top and pulled till it ripped apart in two pieces. You were panting as he kept running the cool knife over your nipples over and over again. “You like this don’t you? You may lie to me with your words but your body craves this. I always knew there was a reason you caught my eye. You’re not like the others, you see the world differently don’t you? I can show you so much more if you give in to me” he whispered in your ear, his mouth just an inch away from your skin.

“You may not want to admit it now, but I’m gonna show just how much of a slut you are,” he said hysterically. The knife resting on your left nipple travelled down to the apex of your thighs. He ran the knife over both of your thighs repeatedly till you felt your wetness sticking between your thighs. You were so incredibly turned on and you hated your body for betraying you like this. Why were you enjoying this? Why were you not speaking up or trying to escape or doing anything? How could you let yourself be rendered so useless?

Paying no mind to your inner turmoil, Shigaraki tugged at your skirt with the knife till it was rolled up to your waist. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy little cunt straining against the lace panties you had on. He could smell your arousal and you could see the growing bulge he was sporting. He placed the flat surface of the knife straight over your clit and you jolted in your seat. It was too cold and the fear was making everything unbearable.

“Stay still or else you’ll be bleeding all over the floor” he said in a sing-song voice. Taking heed of his warning, you stayed utterly still, even though your entire body was begging for something, anything. He started to rub the flat surface of the knife over pussy lips and you seemed to get impossibly wetter. Your thighs were slightly shaking and your breathing was shallow. You heard someone moan and realised that it was you and the effect of the knife shigaraki was using on you.

After a few more minutes of teasing you by rubbing the knife over your panties, he decided that he wanted them off. He slid the point end of the knife inside your panties and pulled till he heard the satisfying rip of clothes being torn. He was greeted by the sight of your soaking wet pussy and it took everything in him to not just take you right there.

He once again pressed the flat end of the knife over your pussy and this time you moaned so loud it was a wonder nobody heard you. “I bet the cold feels so good against your wet pussy doesn’t it?” he asked. You nodded your head mindlessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he moved the knife over your clit. “You know you won’t be able to get off like this, beg for it and I can make it so much easier for you” he whispered huskily.

The sight of your hips bucking slightly against the knife, trying to chase any kind of friction, was so erotic to him. He wanted to give you what you needed but that wouldn’t happen unless you admitted that you were weak and under his mercy. He would give you whatever you needed as long as you remembered where you stood. “Come on, just beg baby, don’t you want this torture to end? Your pussy must feel so empty, clenching against nothing, desperately waiting to be filled. Give in and you can have that!” he taunted.

God you wanted to give in. The press of the knife over your clit was driving you insane and it was getting harder and harder to force your hips to stay still. You never knew lust could be so all-consuming. Maybe it was lust or maybe it was chasing a good feeling when your life was under threat, but all you know is that you wanted this. You wanted to feel good in such a horrible situation and you were willing to do whatever it takes. Even if that meant begging your captor to let you cum.

“Please please please, just do something. I’m going i-insane and I can’t take this an-anymore. Please, I beg you.” you sobbed out. It felt horrible saying those words to him, guilt seeping into every nerve in your body. But as soon as you felt the handle of the knife slide into your throbbing hole, all you knew and felt was pleasure at its finest.

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Pairing: Villain!Shigaraki Tomura x Pro-hero!fem reader

Summary: A Pro-hero Halloween party goes wrong due to an attack and you are held captive by the Villain Shigaraki Tomura who seems to have a manic obsession with you.

Content warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, knife play, fear play, degradation, humiliation, mind break, coercion, bondage. Shiggy is unhinged and reader is helpless.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium’s “After Dark” collab. Please check out the masterlist of this collab and support the work of all the other amazing authors and artists:))

isnt proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Being a pro-hero was a taxing job and on most days it took everything in you to make it through a single day. But on days like this, you suppose your job had quite a few enjoyable perks. One of those being the Halloween party that you and your pro-hero friends threw every year. No matter how busy they all were, every single one of them made sure to mark their calendars just for this day. It was the one day where all of you let loose, drank alcohol to the point of blacking out and lived “normal” lives. Just for this one day.

Each year one of you took the responsibility to host the party and this year it was Todoroki’s turn. The party was in his fancy mansion this year and suffice to say you expected it to be rather sophisticated compared to the crazy party that Denki threw last year.

You were surprised, to say the least when you walked into the heavily decorated mansion. It seems that Shoto had decided to pull out all the stops this year and the mansion looked a lot like a set of a horror movie. There were carved out pumpkins, lanterns and ghostlike figures scattered all over the yard. There seemed to be a device constantly emitting smoke, adding to the spooky illusion of the house.

As you walked towards the door, you noticed the inside of the house was packed with people and loud music was booming through the speakers and the energy was infectious. Upon entering the house, you were blinded by the shimmering party lights and the sheer amount of people gathered in the house. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had the thought that this was probably the safest place considering the sheer amount of pro-heroes all gathered in one place. You were bubbling with excitement and pure adrenaline at the thought of how memorable this night was going to be.

And a memorable night it was. To be honest, you had no idea how it happened. None of you expected the league of villains to attack you, after years of radio silence, and that too at your annual Halloween party where all of you had your guard down. Your memory was hazy, maybe the hit to your head was the reason why, but you felt rather guilty at the thought of being vulnerable when your responsibility as a Pro was to never show weakness.

As these thoughts came rushing into your head, you realised that your hands and legs were bound to a chair and you felt the panic settling in. One of the first things they taught you as a pro was to never panic and always look at the situation from an objective and logical point of view. But it was proving rather difficult to be objective when you were drunk and completely caught off guard.

You lulled your intrusive thoughts and tried to assess your surroundings. You were in a dark room with a few scattered chairs and a table with a bunch of equipment that you couldn’t see very clearly. You were alone in the room and from the looks of it, you were the only one who was captured. Unless they were keeping all the victims in a different room, but that seemed quite unlikely.

You tested the strength of the ropes and tried to see in what way you could escape. This was one of the few times you wished your Quirk was something more practical and hands-on. Your quirk allowed you to control the body of a person for a few minutes as soon as you made contact with their skin. But the handicap was that if someone knew about your quirk, they would make sure they never came in contact with your skin in the first place. This is why you trained so hard to improve your combat skills but there wasn’t much you could do while being bound to a chair.

You were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a door creaking open and a shadowy figure started to walk towards you. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw that the person standing in front of you was none other than the infamous villain - Shigaraki Tomura. You were surprised to see that the head of the league was confronting you directly when you weren’t even one of the strongest heroes. You tried to figure out what exactly he wanted from you.

“Happy Halloween miss y/n! How is life as a Pro treating you?” he asked, in his dull monotone voice. He was grinning down at you, as though he found your predicament rather hilarious. “Seems to be treating you pretty well considering how you heroes have the time to celebrate Halloween and party rather than protect the people you so generously care about!” he taunted, with no regard to you whatsoever.

“It’s a little hard to protect people when I am tied up to a chair, don’t you think?” you said, with disdain dripping from your tone. That seemed to wipe the grin right off his face only for a more nefarious look to replace his previous expression. Seems like he truly noticed your presence after you spoke to him. You had heard about how Shigaraki had a broken sense of what was right and wrong and he toed the fine line between insane and truly unhinged quite heedlessly.

All of a sudden, he pulled a shiny knife from his back pocket and ran his fingers gently over the surface of the knife. “I know all about you, pro hero. I know I can’t touch you and in a way, it works for the both of us don’t you think? Because now I can’t use my quirk on you without touching you and if I do that, we would both be at a stalemate I suppose. But that makes things so much more fun!” he said maniacally. “What do you want from me, Shigaraki?” you asked, exhaustion evident in your words.

“What do I want? Well, the simple answer is that I hate all Pro-heroes and capturing one and torturing them will surely make the Heroes take the League more seriously. But the real and more complicated answer is that I’ve been watching you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you. And the fact that we can’t touch each other makes this so much more exhilarating for me. Don’t you feel it too? The electricity between us?” he asked while looking at you as though you understood exactly what he is talking about.

The knife glinted in the light and there seemed to be a shine in his eyes as he looked at the knife and then back at you. “I don’t want you and I can’t help you either, so either kill me or just let me go,” you said impassively. “That’s quite a skimpy outfit for a Pro, don’t you think?” he asked, while completely ignoring your statement. He skimmed the knife lightly over the tiny straps of your top and your skin erupted in goosebumps. He seemed to enjoy the sight and pulled at the straps of your top with his knife.

You were relieved at the thought that he wouldn’t directly touch you, but the knife on your skin made you feel so helpless and weak. You were paralysed with fear and you knew that moving your body would only make it riskier for you. You prayed that someone would come and save you because there was absolutely no way you were getting out of this situation without any help.

“Your skin is so soft and flawless, I wonder how it’d look if I cut you up just a little bit!” he said in a dazed voice. “Will you still be appealing to me if you were filled with scars just like me?” he wondered aloud. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to beg him for mercy but every second the knife was on your skin, you felt yourself succumbing to the weakness.

Being a hero for you never really involved a true threat to your life, your quirk always led to you being part of stealth missions rather than facing villains head-on. But at this moment, you realised just how easy you had it for you. Is this what the others went through every day? The imminent threat to your life led to your senses being extra heightened.

You were feeling everything, the lights in the room were too bright, your clothes felt too itchy and the knife felt cold but smooth in your skin. The cold made you shudder and you lightly struggled against your bonds. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he said with delight. He cut the straps of your top with the knife and your top was barely hanging on to your chest.

“I don’t know what I want more, for you to be naked before me or for you to be begging me to touch you with the knife,” he remarked. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the knife rest lightly on your neck. “I want to show you just how much I want you but this is the only way I can. Imagine the knife on your neck is the same as my hands choking you if I could touch you.”

Your mind went to a dark place and your body seemed to be out of its senses. Your nippled hardened as he moved the knife from your neck and skimmed it to the front of your top and pulled till it ripped apart in two pieces. You were panting as he kept running the cool knife over your nipples over and over again. “You like this don’t you? You may lie to me with your words but your body craves this. I always knew there was a reason you caught my eye. You’re not like the others, you see the world differently don’t you? I can show you so much more if you give in to me” he whispered in your ear, his mouth just an inch away from your skin.

“You may not want to admit it now, but I’m gonna show just how much of a slut you are,” he said hysterically. The knife resting on your left nipple travelled down to the apex of your thighs. He ran the knife over both of your thighs repeatedly till you felt your wetness sticking between your thighs. You were so incredibly turned on and you hated your body for betraying you like this. Why were you enjoying this? Why were you not speaking up or trying to escape or doing anything? How could you let yourself be rendered so useless?

Paying no mind to your inner turmoil, Shigaraki tugged at your skirt with the knife till it was rolled up to your waist. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy little cunt straining against the lace panties you had on. He could smell your arousal and you could see the growing bulge he was sporting. He placed the flat surface of the knife straight over your clit and you jolted in your seat. It was too cold and the fear was making everything unbearable.

“Stay still or else you’ll be bleeding all over the floor” he said in a sing-song voice. Taking heed of his warning, you stayed utterly still, even though your entire body was begging for something, anything. He started to rub the flat surface of the knife over pussy lips and you seemed to get impossibly wetter. Your thighs were slightly shaking and your breathing was shallow. You heard someone moan and realised that it was you and the effect of the knife shigaraki was using on you.

After a few more minutes of teasing you by rubbing the knife over your panties, he decided that he wanted them off. He slid the point end of the knife inside your panties and pulled till he heard the satisfying rip of clothes being torn. He was greeted by the sight of your soaking wet pussy and it took everything in him to not just take you right there.

He once again pressed the flat end of the knife over your pussy and this time you moaned so loud it was a wonder nobody heard you. “I bet the cold feels so good against your wet pussy doesn’t it?” he asked. You nodded your head mindlessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he moved the knife over your clit. “You know you won’t be able to get off like this, beg for it and I can make it so much easier for you” he whispered huskily.

The sight of your hips bucking slightly against the knife, trying to chase any kind of friction, was so erotic to him. He wanted to give you what you needed but that wouldn’t happen unless you admitted that you were weak and under his mercy. He would give you whatever you needed as long as you remembered where you stood. “Come on, just beg baby, don’t you want this torture to end? Your pussy must feel so empty, clenching against nothing, desperately waiting to be filled. Give in and you can have that!” he taunted.

God you wanted to give in. The press of the knife over your clit was driving you insane and it was getting harder and harder to force your hips to stay still. You never knew lust could be so all-consuming. Maybe it was lust or maybe it was chasing a good feeling when your life was under threat, but all you know is that you wanted this. You wanted to feel good in such a horrible situation and you were willing to do whatever it takes. Even if that meant begging your captor to let you cum.

“Please please please, just do something. I’m going i-insane and I can’t take this an-anymore. Please, I beg you.” you sobbed out. It felt horrible saying those words to him, guilt seeping into every nerve in your body. But as soon as you felt the handle of the knife slide into your throbbing hole, all you knew and felt was pleasure at its finest.

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CUT

Pairing: Villain!Shigaraki Tomura x Pro-hero!fem reader

Summary: A Pro-hero Halloween party goes wrong due to an attack and you are held captive by the Villain Shigaraki Tomura who seems to have a manic obsession with you.

Content warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, knife play, fear play, degradation, humiliation, mind break, coercion, bondage. Shiggy is unhinged and reader is helpless.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium’s “After Dark” collab. Please check out the masterlist of this collab and support the work of all the other amazing authors and artists:))

isnt proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Being a pro-hero was a taxing job and on most days it took everything in you to make it through a single day. But on days like this, you suppose your job had quite a few enjoyable perks. One of those being the Halloween party that you and your pro-hero friends threw every year. No matter how busy they all were, every single one of them made sure to mark their calendars just for this day. It was the one day where all of you let loose, drank alcohol to the point of blacking out and lived “normal” lives. Just for this one day.

Each year one of you took the responsibility to host the party and this year it was Todoroki’s turn. The party was in his fancy mansion this year and suffice to say you expected it to be rather sophisticated compared to the crazy party that Denki threw last year.

You were surprised, to say the least when you walked into the heavily decorated mansion. It seems that Shoto had decided to pull out all the stops this year and the mansion looked a lot like a set of a horror movie. There were carved out pumpkins, lanterns and ghostlike figures scattered all over the yard. There seemed to be a device constantly emitting smoke, adding to the spooky illusion of the house.

As you walked towards the door, you noticed the inside of the house was packed with people and loud music was booming through the speakers and the energy was infectious. Upon entering the house, you were blinded by the shimmering party lights and the sheer amount of people gathered in the house. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had the thought that this was probably the safest place considering the sheer amount of pro-heroes all gathered in one place. You were bubbling with excitement and pure adrenaline at the thought of how memorable this night was going to be.

And a memorable night it was. To be honest, you had no idea how it happened. None of you expected the league of villains to attack you, after years of radio silence, and that too at your annual Halloween party where all of you had your guard down. Your memory was hazy, maybe the hit to your head was the reason why, but you felt rather guilty at the thought of being vulnerable when your responsibility as a Pro was to never show weakness.

As these thoughts came rushing into your head, you realised that your hands and legs were bound to a chair and you felt the panic settling in. One of the first things they taught you as a pro was to never panic and always look at the situation from an objective and logical point of view. But it was proving rather difficult to be objective when you were drunk and completely caught off guard.

You lulled your intrusive thoughts and tried to assess your surroundings. You were in a dark room with a few scattered chairs and a table with a bunch of equipment that you couldn’t see very clearly. You were alone in the room and from the looks of it, you were the only one who was captured. Unless they were keeping all the victims in a different room, but that seemed quite unlikely.

You tested the strength of the ropes and tried to see in what way you could escape. This was one of the few times you wished your Quirk was something more practical and hands-on. Your quirk allowed you to control the body of a person for a few minutes as soon as you made contact with their skin. But the handicap was that if someone knew about your quirk, they would make sure they never came in contact with your skin in the first place. This is why you trained so hard to improve your combat skills but there wasn’t much you could do while being bound to a chair.

You were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a door creaking open and a shadowy figure started to walk towards you. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw that the person standing in front of you was none other than the infamous villain - Shigaraki Tomura. You were surprised to see that the head of the league was confronting you directly when you weren’t even one of the strongest heroes. You tried to figure out what exactly he wanted from you.

“Happy Halloween miss y/n! How is life as a Pro treating you?” he asked, in his dull monotone voice. He was grinning down at you, as though he found your predicament rather hilarious. “Seems to be treating you pretty well considering how you heroes have the time to celebrate Halloween and party rather than protect the people you so generously care about!” he taunted, with no regard to you whatsoever.

“It’s a little hard to protect people when I am tied up to a chair, don’t you think?” you said, with disdain dripping from your tone. That seemed to wipe the grin right off his face only for a more nefarious look to replace his previous expression. Seems like he truly noticed your presence after you spoke to him. You had heard about how Shigaraki had a broken sense of what was right and wrong and he toed the fine line between insane and truly unhinged quite heedlessly.

All of a sudden, he pulled a shiny knife from his back pocket and ran his fingers gently over the surface of the knife. “I know all about you, pro hero. I know I can’t touch you and in a way, it works for the both of us don’t you think? Because now I can’t use my quirk on you without touching you and if I do that, we would both be at a stalemate I suppose. But that makes things so much more fun!” he said maniacally. “What do you want from me, Shigaraki?” you asked, exhaustion evident in your words.

“What do I want? Well, the simple answer is that I hate all Pro-heroes and capturing one and torturing them will surely make the Heroes take the League more seriously. But the real and more complicated answer is that I’ve been watching you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you. And the fact that we can’t touch each other makes this so much more exhilarating for me. Don’t you feel it too? The electricity between us?” he asked while looking at you as though you understood exactly what he is talking about.

The knife glinted in the light and there seemed to be a shine in his eyes as he looked at the knife and then back at you. “I don’t want you and I can’t help you either, so either kill me or just let me go,” you said impassively. “That’s quite a skimpy outfit for a Pro, don’t you think?” he asked, while completely ignoring your statement. He skimmed the knife lightly over the tiny straps of your top and your skin erupted in goosebumps. He seemed to enjoy the sight and pulled at the straps of your top with his knife.

You were relieved at the thought that he wouldn’t directly touch you, but the knife on your skin made you feel so helpless and weak. You were paralysed with fear and you knew that moving your body would only make it riskier for you. You prayed that someone would come and save you because there was absolutely no way you were getting out of this situation without any help.

“Your skin is so soft and flawless, I wonder how it’d look if I cut you up just a little bit!” he said in a dazed voice. “Will you still be appealing to me if you were filled with scars just like me?” he wondered aloud. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to beg him for mercy but every second the knife was on your skin, you felt yourself succumbing to the weakness.

Being a hero for you never really involved a true threat to your life, your quirk always led to you being part of stealth missions rather than facing villains head-on. But at this moment, you realised just how easy you had it for you. Is this what the others went through every day? The imminent threat to your life led to your senses being extra heightened.

You were feeling everything, the lights in the room were too bright, your clothes felt too itchy and the knife felt cold but smooth in your skin. The cold made you shudder and you lightly struggled against your bonds. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he said with delight. He cut the straps of your top with the knife and your top was barely hanging on to your chest.

“I don’t know what I want more, for you to be naked before me or for you to be begging me to touch you with the knife,” he remarked. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the knife rest lightly on your neck. “I want to show you just how much I want you but this is the only way I can. Imagine the knife on your neck is the same as my hands choking you if I could touch you.”

Your mind went to a dark place and your body seemed to be out of its senses. Your nippled hardened as he moved the knife from your neck and skimmed it to the front of your top and pulled till it ripped apart in two pieces. You were panting as he kept running the cool knife over your nipples over and over again. “You like this don’t you? You may lie to me with your words but your body craves this. I always knew there was a reason you caught my eye. You’re not like the others, you see the world differently don’t you? I can show you so much more if you give in to me” he whispered in your ear, his mouth just an inch away from your skin.

“You may not want to admit it now, but I’m gonna show just how much of a slut you are,” he said hysterically. The knife resting on your left nipple travelled down to the apex of your thighs. He ran the knife over both of your thighs repeatedly till you felt your wetness sticking between your thighs. You were so incredibly turned on and you hated your body for betraying you like this. Why were you enjoying this? Why were you not speaking up or trying to escape or doing anything? How could you let yourself be rendered so useless?

Paying no mind to your inner turmoil, Shigaraki tugged at your skirt with the knife till it was rolled up to your waist. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy little cunt straining against the lace panties you had on. He could smell your arousal and you could see the growing bulge he was sporting. He placed the flat surface of the knife straight over your clit and you jolted in your seat. It was too cold and the fear was making everything unbearable.

“Stay still or else you’ll be bleeding all over the floor” he said in a sing-song voice. Taking heed of his warning, you stayed utterly still, even though your entire body was begging for something, anything. He started to rub the flat surface of the knife over pussy lips and you seemed to get impossibly wetter. Your thighs were slightly shaking and your breathing was shallow. You heard someone moan and realised that it was you and the effect of the knife shigaraki was using on you.

After a few more minutes of teasing you by rubbing the knife over your panties, he decided that he wanted them off. He slid the point end of the knife inside your panties and pulled till he heard the satisfying rip of clothes being torn. He was greeted by the sight of your soaking wet pussy and it took everything in him to not just take you right there.

He once again pressed the flat end of the knife over your pussy and this time you moaned so loud it was a wonder nobody heard you. “I bet the cold feels so good against your wet pussy doesn’t it?” he asked. You nodded your head mindlessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he moved the knife over your clit. “You know you won’t be able to get off like this, beg for it and I can make it so much easier for you” he whispered huskily.

The sight of your hips bucking slightly against the knife, trying to chase any kind of friction, was so erotic to him. He wanted to give you what you needed but that wouldn’t happen unless you admitted that you were weak and under his mercy. He would give you whatever you needed as long as you remembered where you stood. “Come on, just beg baby, don’t you want this torture to end? Your pussy must feel so empty, clenching against nothing, desperately waiting to be filled. Give in and you can have that!” he taunted.

God you wanted to give in. The press of the knife over your clit was driving you insane and it was getting harder and harder to force your hips to stay still. You never knew lust could be so all-consuming. Maybe it was lust or maybe it was chasing a good feeling when your life was under threat, but all you know is that you wanted this. You wanted to feel good in such a horrible situation and you were willing to do whatever it takes. Even if that meant begging your captor to let you cum.

“Please please please, just do something. I’m going i-insane and I can’t take this an-anymore. Please, I beg you.” you sobbed out. It felt horrible saying those words to him, guilt seeping into every nerve in your body. But as soon as you felt the handle of the knife slide into your throbbing hole, all you knew and felt was pleasure at its finest.

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I'm thrilled to reveal my first-ever Kinktober collaboration event hosted by me, Doumadono, and my second writing blog, Thepaperpanda After the huge success of my inaugural Kinktober event last year, conducted on ThePaperPanda, I've opted to explore a fresh concept this year. With this notion in mind, I contacted the writers I hold in high regard, inviting them to partake in a playful exploration of lust and desire. To my astonishment, the response was overwhelmingly positive, and I am deeply honored to have such exceptional writers participating in this little project. I want to express my deep thanks to all the writers who are participating. Having each and every one of you on board brings me great joy and satisfaction ♡

Essential information ♡ This Masterpost has been prepared to function as an informational leaflet, providing comprehensive details about the upcoming collaboration event ♡ The Masterlist will undergo updates as soon as the works are posted ♡ All works will be NSFW 🔞 ♡ Our event-specific tag will be applied to all works: #kinktobercollab‘23 ♡ This is a multifandom event ♡ Within this collaborative event, you'll discover a variety of stories, including headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, and full-length fictions ♡ The event will include various pairings (such as KiriBaku, ShigaDabi, etc.) ♡ Below, following the cut, you can find the complete list of prompts, characters, and writers participating in the Kinktober 2023 Collaboration ♡ Reblog to help spread the word!

♡ day 1 - blow job | Douma | @sanriokamabodo ♡ day 2 - overstimulation | Bakugo | @doumadono ♡ day 3 - dry humping | Atsumu Miya | @doumadono ♡ day 4 - maid | Dabi | @dabihawksluva ♡ day 5 - bukkake | KiriBaku & ShigaDabi | @doumadono ♡ day 6 - orgasm denial | Levi Ackerman | @mrskokushibo ♡ day 7 - sensory deprivation | Douma | @muzansfangs ♡ day 8 - drunk sex | Bucky Barnes | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 9 - leash | Sukuna | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 10 - shibari | Douma | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 11 - creampie | Shigaraki | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 12 - break ♡ day 13 - mirror | Hawks | @kyojurismo ♡ day 14 - daddy kink | Jake Lockley | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 15 - hair pulling | Akaza Douma Kokushibo | @sanriokamabodo ♡ day 16 - morning sex | Neuvillette | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 17 - spanking | Kotaro Bokuto | @doumadono ♡ day 18 - temperature play | Dabi | @dabislittlemouse ♡ day 19 - break ♡ day 20 - break ♡ day 21 - angry sex | Bakugo | @mrskokushibo ♡ day 22 - oral sex | Sae Itoshi | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 23 - rough sex & praise kink | Lucifer | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 24 - dirty talk & finger fucking | ShibaDabi | @lifeform286 ♡ day 25 - breeding kink | Dabi | @sillakits ♡ day 26 - love triangles | KiriBaku | @kyojurismo ♡ day 27 - period sex | Bakugo | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 28 - lingerie | Shigaraki | @misafiryanki ♡ day 29 - threesome | Erasermic | @gamergirl-niffler ♡ day 30 - torture | Dottore | @gamergirl-niffler ♡ day 31 - biting | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

Warnings: bukkake, blowjob, aged-up Kirishima & Bakugo (+21yo), dirty talk, master kink

Synopsis: two brief drabbles about having your face painted white 

Author: @doumadono

A/N: welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration, This time, I offer you not just one but two short drabbles within a single piece. I hope you find them enjoyable. Today's prompt: bukkake

💥Masterlist💥

ShigaDabi

Sometimes, the three of you — Shigaraki, Dabi, and yourself — indulged in sexual interactions with each other. Being in a polyamorous relationship with them was a mix of excitement and trepidation. There were moments when they engaged in playful rivalries, each vying for your attention. It was exhilarating to witness their passion, yet at times, it could also be unsettling, as they occasionally clashed over the time they spent with you.

Walking confidently into the center of the room that day, you unclipped your bra and discarded it, allowing your breasts to be free. As you knelt down on the floor, Shigaraki and Dabi surrounded you, they were naked with their cocks hanging free and ready for your mouth.

You gazed up at them with a playful smile, your big eyes eagerly fixated on their excited faces. Without uttering a word, you took one cock in each hand, skillfully stroking them. Your small, delicate hands were wrapped around two already well-endowed cocks. Yet, what truly captivated you was the sight of those sharp, jet-black nails contrasting against their flesh. Curious about the effect, you gently ran your fingernails from one hand up and down one of the cocks, eliciting a deep groan from Dabi. “Arrrgh, watch it, doll,” he snarled through gritted teeth.

You licked your lips, sending him an innocent smile. The excitement of this simple act sent a thrill through you, and it was only the beginning of the adventure.

With both of these erections now rock solid, you eagerly took the first one into your mouth. Your lips, adorned with red lipstick, encircled the head as you skillfully bobbed up and down, gradually taking more of it into your mouth with each motion. The sensation of Dabi’s hardness in your mouth sent shivers through your body, intensifying your own arousal.

You withdrew your mouth from the Dabi’s cock, licking your lips seductively. Then, you turned your attention to Shigaraki's dick, giving it a teasing lick followed by a swift and enticing suck.

Your desire for his cum was evident. You synchronized the movements of your hand with your mouth, working Shigaraki's shaft up and down as you bobbed your head. With each passing moment, you could feel his cock twitching, signaling his impending orgasm. His groans grew louder as he neared climax, and with a powerful jerk, he began to release his load into your waiting mouth.

The sweet taste of his cum filled your senses as it hit your tongue and the back of your mouth. You eagerly swallowed the first few spurts, savoring the flavor. Pulling your mouth back, you allowed his cum to splatter across your face. It was evident that he had been saving up for a few days, as his release continued to spurt onto your cheeks, lips, and nose before slowly dripping down your chin.

“Fuck, yeah, what a dirty, fucking slut,” Shigaraki grunted, his his eyes rolling back in his head. “Your master is proud of you, whore.”

Dabi didn't restrain himself either; he firmly grasped your hair and began thrusting his cock into your mouth, entering without giving you much time to adjust. "I think you forgot about my fucking cock," Dabi grunted, his voice low and teeth gritted. His length reached the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly, but you took it eagerly, the thrill of the moment heightening your arousal. Your response to his assault on your mouth was moaning, all while your hand continued to glide up and down Shiggy's shaft.

After a few minutes, Dabi withdrew from your mouth, leaving a trail of drool hanging from your lips. He stood in front of you, vigorously stroking his erection just inches from your face. The sight of this sent waves of desire coursing through your pussy, making your pulse quicken. 

With a deep groan, Dabi began to cum onto your face. Spurt after spurt of his release shot out of his dick as he continued to stroke it, splattering your face with his warm semen. The initial shots landed on your forehead, while the rest covered your nose and cheek, the sensation and scent heightening your arousal even further.

At this point, you were completely drenched in semen. It clung to your skin, some of it trickling down your forehead and chin, pooling onto your cum-coated breasts. A portion had even found its way to your black stockings, splattering onto them, forming intriguing patterns against the black lace tops. The sight of the cum stains contrasting with the lace was undeniably arousing.

"It's time for some more play, right, slut?" mused Shigaraki.

Nodding eagerly, you responded, "Yes, master Tomura."

"Good girl," he said, cupping your cheek with his hand, smearing cum across it.

KiriBaku

Whenever your boyfriends returned from a mission, they were often overwhelmed by a flood of negative emotions that needed to be purged. They sought your support to help them release and cope with these feelings.

Was there a more effective way to release built-up tension than engaging in passionate, intense sex?

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Honestly, it was a bit challenging to put into words just how incredible it all felt. This experience stretched on for hours, and you could  proudly declare that not once did you  shed a tear, not once did you beg Kirishima and Bakugo to halt, and not once did you take a break. You owned every moment of it.

Both Kirishima and Bakugo would vigorously pound you in either the missionary or doggy style positions, striving to hold off their climaxes for as long as they could manage before finally withdrawing. They sure knew how to be good boys, didn't they?

"Alright, folks, it's finally time to cum," you declared with a cocky grin, dropping to your knees.

Kirishima wasted no time and pushed his impressive length into your mouth, earning a grateful moan that was followed by an attempt to say "thank you" around his massive dick, a futile effort. After thoroughly fucking your face, the red-haired hunk pulled back, and you looked up at him, admiring his glistening, straining muscles as he stroked his gorgeous cock.

"You've been such a good girl for us, haven't you?" he purred.

Meanwhile, Bakugo, standing beside Eijiro, aggressively worked his cock, already slick with your juices. "Tsch, Eijiro, she's always a good girl for us, weird hair," he grumbled.

Gazing up at the ash-blond man, you attempted your most convincing doe-eyed look. "Can I assist you, sir, please?"

He responded with a growl. "Yeah, you dumbass, what kind of question is that?"

You took his throbbing member in your hand, moving it skillfully up and down his shaft, while your other hand massaged Kirishima's weighty ball sack.

"Damn," Kirishima exclaimed, his cheeks flushed with arousal. "She's so good, Katsuki. So damn naughty."

Bakugo let out a derisive snort. "Tsch, I know, right? She's our lewd princess, after all."

And then it happened. It was, without a doubt, the biggest, creamiest, most ridiculously explosive facial you had ever experienced. 

Bakugo was the first to reach his climax, releasing his thick, sticky cum all over your face. “Take it, doll, take all of it,” he snarled. It splattered across your nose, chin, and left cheek, before slowly trickling down onto your tits.

Kirishima followed as you gently squeezed his balls one last time. His creamy and runny cum splashed onto your mouth and right cheek, mingling with Bakugo's release in the process. “Oh, fuck!” Kirishima rolled his head back, groaning loudly.

Your face, eyes, nose, hair, and even your chest — everything was drenched in their copious release.

You sensually licked your lips, savoring the remnants of their release. You then scooped some of it up with your fingers, guiding them into your mouth and cleaning them off with deliberate sensuality, all the while putting on a tantalizing show for your boys.

"I believe it's time for some aftercare," Kirishima murmured, leaning in to kiss your lips, a soft moan escaping him as he tasted the lingering essence of both himself and Bakugo on your lips.

"I'll prepare a bath," Katsuki declared simply.

Take things slow || Shigaraki Tomura x fem!Reader

Summary: being in particularly good mood, Shigaraki chose to take it slow with you

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampie, spit kink, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of knife play, mentions of blood, squirting, choking

Word count: 700

Author: Bear 

A/N: this marks my debut in the Kinktober '23 Collab event, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it! Today's prompt is: Creampie.

Masterlist

"You look so cute milking my fucking cock like that's the only thing you know how to do, huh, whore?" His voice, despite the degradation in his words, carried a softness that sent shivers through your body. 

Your pussy clenched around his cock, responding eagerly to his words.

Tonight was unusual, a departure from Shigaraki's usual roughness. Shigaraki's unusually good mood that day led to him being more willing to handle things with a touch of gentleness when it came to you. He had chosen to go slow with you, savoring every inch of your beautiful, sexy body. He wanted to watch you squirm with every touch, every deep thrust of his cock in your tightness.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, sweat glistened on your forehead and temples, making you look even more enticing. You wanted to respond, but you couldn't. 

His hand gripped your throat tightly. His thrusts were unhurried but profound. The wet, rhythmic sounds of your tight pussy being filled with his length echoed in the room. It was a mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure, an intoxicating sensation that had you addicted. For these reasons and a thousand more, leaving him was simply impossible.

"I could do some art with a knife, writing my initials on your beautiful thighs," he whispered against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine; he then nipped at your earlobe. "So exciting, I could lick them clean of your blood." His voice dripped with desire as he continued his sensual exploration. "Cum for me again, whore."

"I-I don't think I can, master," your voice quivered, and you could hardly believe the number of times you had reached the peak of pleasure already; you were always surprised by the stamina that Tomura had in bed.

"I damn well know you can, slut," he encouraged you, his hand still firmly gripping your throat. Shigaraki took advantage of your open mouth, collecting some of his saliva and, with an audacious sound, spat it into your waiting mouth. The droplet landed at the tip of your tongue, and without hesitation, you swallowed it down. Shigaraki's chest swelled with pride, and as a reward, he spat again, this time right onto your already slick clit. He couldn't conceal the smirk that spread across his face when he saw the droplet sliding down your folds, reaching the point where your bodies were connected. "I know you can, because you're your master's good pet."

By then, his thrusts had become delightfully sloppy, and with each one, he released a mix of compliments and degrading words into your ear. A knot was forming deep within you, signaling the approach of a new orgasm. Your moans revealed your desire, as did the way you clung to his throbbing dick, unwilling to let go. 

"Come on, doll. Make your master proud," Shigaraki snarled, and a few more intense thrusts were all it took to push you over the edge. This time, though, it was different. Your essence surged from your core, splashing between your thighs and wetting Shigaraki's abdomen and the bed. You could see, even with your eyes half closed, a wry grin on his face.

Shigaraki relentlessly pistoned into your eager pussy, his determination clear as he aimed to reach his own climax. In just a matter of minutes, he gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place as he released deep inside you. Afterward, he withdrew to savor the sight of the copious amount of semen mingling with your own fluids, all dripping from your entrance. You groaned when you felt two fingers enter your pussy. Tomura just wanted everything to stay inside and not waste any of his cum. A single thought that in a few months he might see you round with his child and your breasts full of milk for the baby made him want to fill you full of his cum until you can't take it anymore. "Goddamn. You’re my good slut," he whispered on your lips, giving you a soft kiss. 

Exhausted, you closed your eyes, every slight touch sending shivers down your spine as your body was still overstimulated. "Only for you, my master," you whispered, your lips barely parting.

Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.

"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.

Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.

You chuckled at their reaction,

"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"

Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.

Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.

Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.

"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"

Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.

Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.

"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."

Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.

Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.

Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.

"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."

Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.

"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."

"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga

Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.

Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."

Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.

"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.

"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,

"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"

Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.

"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.

"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.

"He didn't give a damn, huh?"

Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"

"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm

Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.

"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."

"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say

Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.

"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"

Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.

"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.

Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.

After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.

"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.

You sigh in frustration

"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki

Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.

Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.

"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.

You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.

"Come in."

Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.

You went inside as you closed the door behind you

"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd

Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."

"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.

"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.

There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.

Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.

Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.

"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"

Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,

"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.

"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.

"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.

"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."

"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.

Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.

"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."

His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.

"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self

Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.

"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"

He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.

"Nothing." You repeat

Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.

"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."

He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"

And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away

Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.

"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."

He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.

"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"

"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.

"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."

"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head

Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.

He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.

"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.

"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."

Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.

"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."

"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled

Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.

"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”

"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly

Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.

He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."

"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"

Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.

"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.

"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed

"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.

Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.

"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."

He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"

"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"

Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.

"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."

"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.

Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.

However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.

"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"

"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."

Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.

"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."

"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.

"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"

"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.

Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.

"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"

"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.

Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.

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Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt3

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

Pt1,Pt2,Pt3,Pt4

"You're surprised? Did you really think I wouldn't be offended hearing you say you don't care about me?" he asked, his voice tinged with indignation.

"What does me not caring about you have to do with anything?!? It's not like you treat me like the rest, I'm just your garbage bag that disposes of your trash remember?!"

You shout in anger it's not that you didn't care about him fuck you liked him, the way he planned things, how he commanded everyone and they listen how, you loved the way he had the world in his hands but that didn't change the way he acted.

Tomura's anger simmered beneath his expression as he listened to your outburst. The words stung, and his features hardened as he processed your accusations.

"Trash...garbage bag...is that really what you think you are to me?" he repeated, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and something resembling indignance.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms.

"You're the one who keeps acting defiant and pissing me off. What do you expect me to do, treat you like some goddamn favorite?"

"No i don't l'd appreciate it if you treated me like toga or dabi they aren't irritated as I am because they barely pick up after your shit they aren't tired or have heavy eye bags because they can't sleep because of you!" You shout

Tomura's irritation grew as your shouting continued, his eyes narrowing further.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his jaw clenching in obvious frustration.

"Oh, so you want me to treat you like Toga and Dabi, huh?" he repeated, his tone bordering on mocking. "You want me to not be irritated by you? You want me to not make you tired and give you eyebags?"

"Yes for the love of God yes!" You shout as you laughed almost like a maniac

Tomura's irritation reached a boiling point as your laughter rang through the air, his anger surging wildly. He closed the distance between you both in a few quick strides, his body tense and his eyes burning with anger.

"You. Want. That. Huh?" he repeated, his voice low and filled with mockery. "You want me to show you some goddamn kindness and consideration?"

You stayed silent you don't want that, you'd just appreciate it if he was... just a tad kinder

Tomura's eyes flickered as he observed your suddenly quiet demeanor, your earlier outburst giving way to silence. He took a moment to process your change in attitude, his expression slowly softening.

"Huh. Now you're not so quick to shout," he remarked, his voice lowering slightly.

"Finally realized your place, huh?

Realized that you don't want kindness or consideration, after all?"

You keeped quite there really was no point in arguing with him, you nodded at his question in response, Tomura observed your silent nod, his expression unreadable. He took a moment to study your body language, his eyes taking in your weary form.

"Hmph." he grunted, his voice a mere murmur. "So you finally understand, huh? Maybe you're not as dense as I thought."

Your lips quivered trying to hold in the angry tears you had as you stayed silent

Tomura's observant gaze lingered on your face as he noticed your quivering lips and the anger welling up in your eyes. He took a step closer, his irritation giving way to something resembling annoyance.

"You look like you're struggling to hold it in," he commented matter-of-factly, his voice a touch softer than before. "What, are you trying not to cry right now?"

You clenched your fist,you weren't going to give him the satisfaction he wanted. Tomura took note of your action, his eyes fixating on your clenched fist. He let out a scoff, his annoyance increasing slightly again.

"Hmph. Trying to be tough, huh?" he murmured, his voice a mix of irritation and mockery. "Still determined not to let yourself cry in front of me?"

Tomura observed your silent response, your lack of verbal reaction fueling his irritation further. He chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery in his voice.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" he taunted, his eyes flickering with a mixture of annoyance and satisfaction. "No more smart remarks or snappy comebacks?"

Tomura's irritation grew as you shook your head in response, your silent gesture only adding fuel to the fire. He took a step closer, towering over you with an air of authority.

"No verbal response, huh? Just shaking your head?" he grumbled, his voice laced with frustration. "You finally giving up on arguing with me?"

You shut your eyes trying to prevent a tear from falling as you bit your tongue and noded.

Tomura observed your closed eyes and the tear threatening to escape, his expression softening slightly. He let out a huff of irritation, his annoyance still present but mixed with something else.

"Oh, so you are close to crying, huh?" he noted, a hint of mockery still lingering in his voice. "Are you actually going to actually let yourself cry in front of me now, after holding it in for so damn long?"

"-I'm..." you let out, "I'll be right back..." you replied as you turned to leave out the room slamming it behind you

Tomura was taken aback by your sudden departure, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He watched as you turned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind you.

"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?" he called out after you, his irritation returning full force. "We're not done here! You can't just leave like that!"

Tomura twalked behind you as he shouted

Tomura followed closely behind you, his irritation evident in his quick footsteps and frustrated voice. He couldn't believe that you had just stormed out on him like that, leaving him in the middle of their argument.

"Hey! Wait a damn minute!" he called after you, his tone a mixture of anger and frustration. "You can't just walk away in the middle of this, dammit!"

You left outside as dabi question what had happened. Dabi and Toga were there, both of them confused and concerned by your hasty exit. Dabi raised an eyebrow curiously, while Toga looked ready to launch into action.

"Hey, what's going on?" Dabi asked, his words tinged with concern. "Why are you running out like that?".

Tomura emerged from the room behind you, his eyes fixed on you as he approached the other villains. He let out a frustrated huff, his irritation evident in his voice.

"She just stormed out on me!" he explained, his words tinged with irritation. "Leaving me in the middle of our damn argument, like she owns the place.” Tomura clenched his fists angrily,

"She can't handle a damn argument properly, so she runs away like some coward!"

Dabi spoke up,

"Hey, relax a bit, boss," he said, his voice cool and calm. "She's just upset, that's all."

Dabi's words made Tomura roll his eyes in irritation, clearly not accepting that explanation.

Toga chimed in, her voice slightly raised.

"Yeah, you're being too hard on her!

She's had enough of your attitude, you know?"

Tomura grumbled in frustration, annoyed by the pushback he was getting from his fellow league members.

Tomura's irritation peaked as he shouted at both Dabi and Toga, his voice booming angrily.

"Enough! I don't need the both of you defending her!" he exclaimed, his eyes narrowing in anger. "She's out of line, and I won't stand for it! She should know her damn place!"

Toga, still standing her ground, added more fuel to the fire.

"And that's not all! She hasn't been sleeping because of you, you know?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with anger.

"You've been treating her like crap and making her life hell! Cut her some slack, geez!"

Tomura's frustration mounted further as

Toga's words sank in. He huffed irritatedly, his jaw clenching tightly.

"That's bullshit!" he retorted, his voice laced with anger. "She's just overreacting!

I haven't done anything wrong, goddamn it!"

Dabi spoke up again, his voice level but firm.

"Boss, she's been working really hard for you, you know?"

Tomura grumbled in response, his irritation still evident but now mixed with a hint of defensiveness.

Tomura clenched his fists tighter, his irritation shifting towards defensiveness.

He didn't like being called out like this, especially by his own subordinates.

"Yeah, so?" he snapped back, his voice gruff. "She knows what she signed up for.

Her job is to follow my instructions, even if it means skipping some damn sleep."

Toga chimed in again, her voice rising in anger.

"But she hasn't had any proper rest in weeks because of you! She's exhausted!"

Dabi added his own input, his voice growing serious.

"And it's affecting her performance, boss.

She's not functioning at her best because she's constantly tired and stressed out."

Tomura's irritation reached a boiling point, as he struggled to find a rebuttal to Dabi and Toga's observations.

"So what if she's tired?" he retorted, his voice tense. "That's no excuse for slacking off. She knows what's expected of her, and if she can't handle it, that's her problem, not mine!"

Dabi crossed his arms, his expression hardening.

"Boss, you can't expect her to perform at her best if she's sleep-deprived. It's not fair to her, and it's bad for the entire group."

Toga added, her voice filled with anger.

"You know the reason she's not sleeping well, you jerk! It's because of you!"

Shigaraki shouts at them asking them in anger what he's suppose to do, Tomura grew increasingly frustrated by Dabi and Togas comments, his irritation turning into anger.

"Fine! Then tell me what l'm supposed to do, huh? What do y'all want from me, huh?" he shouted, his voice gruff and filled with irritation.

Toga, still fuming with anger, shot back.

"Maybe tone it down a bit?! Let up on her a little! She's not some superhuman or a machine, you know?!"

Dabi chimed in, his voice calm but firm.

"just give her a little slack, boss. Ease up on her workload. Let her rest every now and then."

Tomura grumbled irritatedly, his anger dissipating slightly. He knew they had a point, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Ugh, fine," he grumbled, his voice slightly softer. "'ll... ease up a bit on her, okay? I'll let her rest every now and then."

Toga looked pleased, and Dabi let out a satisfied sigh.

"That's better," Dabi commented, his voice calmer.

Toga added her own input, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

"Maybe she'll actually get some damn rest now."

Tomura grumbled to himself as he returned to the privacy of his room, closing the door behind him. He was still irritated, but at least the others had somewhat convinced him to ease up on you.

Two days have passed with ought seeing you

Two days passed after the argument, and Tomura hadn't seen you at all. He thought about you constantly, wondering why you had been avoiding him and what you were doing in your absence.

You returned knocking into his room to be let in

Tomura was lounging in his room, lost in thought, when he heard a knock at his door. He perked up slightly, curious about who it could be. He called out to the person on the other side of the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's y/n." You replied

Tomura's eyes widened slightly in surprise, a mix of emotions running through him. He hadn't seen you in days, and the longer you were away, the more he had missed you, though he wouldn't admit it.

"Y/n.." he muttered to himself before calling out again. "Come in."

Tomura's sharp gaze immediately fell upon your tired and paler appearance as you entered the room. He studied your puffy eyes and dry lips, noticing the toll the last few days had taken on you. Concern and guilt started to creep into his chest. Tomura's eyes softened slightly, his irritation giving way to a hint of guilt. He knew he was partly responsible for your haggard appearance, and that realization only added to his already growing concern.

"You look tired," he commented, his voice lacking its usual harshness.

You didn't respond to his comment except asked if he needed anything

Tomura could tell that you weren't interested in discussing your appearance or the past few days, that you just wanted to get to the point. He let out a sigh, silently acknowledging your detachment.

"No, I don't need anything right now..." he replied, pausing for a moment before adding, "but we have something to discuss."

Tomura gestured for you to take a seat, his expression serious.

"Sit down," he said, his voice firm but gentle. Once you complied, he continued, leaning back in his chair.

"It's about the past few days, and the reason you've been gone for so long," he began, his gaze studying your expression.

You reminded him that he told you he didn't care about your personal life.

Tomura's demeanor hardened at your reminder, his gaze narrowing slightly. He had said that to you in a moment of irritation, but the more time had passed, the more he had grown wary of your unexplained absence.

"Yeah, well, I changed my mind," he replied gruffly, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness. "I want to know where you've been and what you've been up to for the past two days."

"Somewhere..." you let out softly "what what I do is none of your concern "

Tomura frowned at your vague response, his irritation slowly rising. He didn't like your dismissive tone, and he definitely didn't like being left in the dark about your whereabouts and activities.

"Like hell it isn't!" he retorted, his voice rising slightly. "You're part of this group, and whatever you do reflects on me. So l expect you to tell me what you've been up to if I ask you a damn question!"

You were confused by his remark but still responded "I have spoken to AFO and you'll get a new member to replace me..."

Tomura's eyes widened in surprise at your words, his irritation immediately replaced by shock. He had expected a defiant response, not a resignation.

"What?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief. "You're... you're leaving?!“

Tomura's mind spun as he processed your words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You, leaving the group without a word and All For One being aware of it. It all sounded so foreign and unbelievable to him.

"But... why?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration and confusion. "Why are you leaving?"

You looked at him in anger giving him a look he should know why.

Tomura frowned, realizing that he knew perfectly well why you were leaving. He didn't need you to spell it out for him.

"It's because of me, isn't it?" he growled, his voice filled with regret and irritation.

Tomura's frustration boiled over, the realization of his own actions hitting him like a ton of bricks. He clenched his fists tightly, his jaw tense. He knew he had been pushing you away, treating you poorly, and now he was facing the consequences.

"You... You're leaving because of me…" he repeated, his voice softer this time, tinged with a hint of regret.

Tomura's mind reeled with thoughts and emotions. The reality of the situation was sinking in, and he hated it. Losing you would be a blow to his group, both in terms of skills and emotional support.

"You... You can't leave," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "I forbid you to!".

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Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt4 (Final Pt)

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌟smut

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

"W-what?!" You ask " you can't do that s-shigaraki..." you exclaim

Tomura's irritation flared at your protests. He wasn't used to being challenged, especially not by someone like you.

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" he snapped, his voice raised. "And I don't want you leaving this group! I won't allow it!".

Tomura gritted his teeth in frustration, your reminder about AFO adding to his growing anger. He knew All For One's involvement complicated things even further.

"Damn it!" he cursed, his voice strained.

"Why did you go to him first, huh? You didn't think it was important to talk to me about this first?"

You looked at him in frustration reminding him that you did, Tomura paused for a split second, caught in the truth of your words. You had tried to talk to him, but he hadn't listened. He had been too focused on his own anger and bitterness to truly consider your feelings.

"Damn it..." he muttered, his voice quieter now. "You're right. You did try to talk to me, and I didn't listen."

Tomura noticed the slight smile on your face, and it caught him off guard. It was the first hint of positivity you had shown since you entered his room. He stared at you for a moment, his anger slowly subsiding.

"You... you smiled," he muttered, his voice almost a whisper. "Why?"

You shake your head telling him it was nothing

Tomura's eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp gaze studying your expression. He could tell that there was more to your smile than you were letting on.

"It wasn't nothing," he replied, his voice slightly softer. "Tell me why you smiled."

"Because you realized." You said in a serious but caring tone.

Tomura's expression softened a bit as he picked up on the seriousness in your tone. He knew you weren't messing around, and he was beginning to understand the weight of the situation.

"Yeah, I realized..." he said, his voice slightly resigned. "I... I messed up. I ignored your feelings, and I didn't give you a reason to stay."

The silence that settled between you was heavy. Tomura's eyes darted around the room as he searched for something to say, a way to express his growing regret.

"I... I know l've been a jerk," he finally said, his voice slightly trembling. "But I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to leave because of me..."

Your heart ached, he didn't want you to leave and he let you know that. As Tomura's words hung in the air, a raw and honest admission of his own feelings. The thought of you leaving because of his actions weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't deny the truth in his own words.

"I care... about you," he continued, his voice got quieter.

"And I hate that I let it get to this point. I don't want you leaving because of me."

Shigaraki mumbled as you held onto your hand with a pinky trying not to hurt you.

Tomura felt a surge of mixed emotions as you held onto his hand, your pinky looped around one of his, being careful not to touch with all five fingers. He looked down at your hand holding his, and his heart filled with an unexpected mix of tenderness and remorse.

Tomura's eyes locked onto your face, his gaze filled with desperation. He was willing to do anything to make you stay, even if it meant stripping away his own pride and ego.

"What do I have to do?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.

"Just tell me what I have to do to make you stay..."

You look away as you felt yourself get red seeing him like this made you weak you couldn't bare look at him.

Tomura noticed your flustered reaction, the way you averted your gaze, and it made his heart flutter. Seeing you get red, the effect he was having on you, it made him feel a mix of surprise and a hint of satisfaction.

He stepped closer, trying to get your attention, his voice slightly quieter.

"Look at me..." he said, his voice tender yet tinged with a hint of pleading.

You looked at him with tired eyes as they fell from his eyes to his lips, His eyes gaze on your tired eyes, your weary expression weighing heavily on his heart. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the toll the past few days and his actions had taken on you. And then, your eyes drifted downward, fixating on his lips, and his heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't help but notice the direction of your gaze, and a flicker of realization passed through him. Was there more to your look than just exhaustion...?

Shigaraki stepped closer to you as he did something he wouldn't have thought to do grabbed your hands and kisses them with his chap lips,the impulsive and tender gesture surprising even himself. He had never imagined himself being so bold, so affectionate, but here he was, grabbing your hands and pressing his chapped lips to them.

The kiss was brief but gentle, a simple yet intimate act that spoke volumes of his vulnerability and desire to make things right. He looked at you, his heart beating fast, waiting for your reaction.He led you to the bed, gently guiding you to sit down. As you settled, he stepped back, creating a small distance between you two. He looked at you with an expression that mirrored his own inner conflict.

"Just... think about it, okay?" he said, his voice softer than usual. "Rest, gather your thoughts. I won't nag you anymore. I promise."

Tomura waited anxiously for your response, the silence between you both feeling agonizingly long. He fought the urge to rush you, to push for an answer right away, but he knew he had to give you space to make a decision.

He fidgeted slightly, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat as he waited for your words, hoping, almost praying, that you would choose to stay with him.

You looked away flustered you didn't know this side of shigaraki and you were enjoying every single bit of it.

He took a noticed on the look on your face, the shyness and hint of enjoyment in your expression. Seeing you react in this way, flustered by his unexpected tenderness, only added fuel to the fire within him. He wanted more, for you to feel this way because of him.

He took a step closer, closing the small gap between you both. His voice was a soft whisper.

"Don't look away from me... please..."

As he made you lay down on his bed beside him her kissed your neck softly and gently hopping l'd change your mind.

As you laid down on the bed, Tomura followed suit, lying beside you. He leaned closer, his lips finding the soft skin of your neck. The gentle kisses he placed on your neck were tender, his touch light and warm. He closed his eyes, hoping, praying that his actions would be enough to make you stay.

His voice was a soft whisper as he continued planting kisses along your neck.

"Please... don't leave me..."

Tomura heard your whimper, felt the tension in your body as you struggled against his touch, and internally cursed himself. He didn't want to manipulate you, he just wanted you to stay, to give him another chance.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm not trying to manipulate you, I just... I just don't want you to go. I want you here, with me..."

"I-I'll... I'll think about it" you let out,

Tomura's heart filled with hope as you uttered the words, "I'll think about it." It wasn't a firm answer, but it was something, a glimmer of possibility that you might stay.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed intently on your face, searching for any sign of hesitation, of uncertainty. His voice was a low, husky whisper.

"Thank you..." he said, his breath warm against your skin. "Just... don't take too long, please... ".

Fuck you enjoyed this feeling his bed was so soft and comfortable and his warmth didn't help

Tomura couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of your comfort and contentment as you lay in his bed. The soft bed and his warmth were causing you to relax, and he saw the hints of enjoyment on vour face.

He chuckled softly, his low voice vibrating in his chest as he spoke.

"Looks like you're enjoying this... maybe it's persuasive enough to make you stay, huh?"

You laughed at his point maybe it was looking up at him as his blueish fluffy hair covering his red crimson eyes fuck he was cute and it really convince you, your mouth and has were inches away from exploring each other. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and the heat of the moment was almost palpable.

He instinctively leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours, his lips mere inches away from exploring yours. The desire to close the gap and taste your lips consumed him, but he held back, waiting, gauging your reaction.

You couldn't handle it anymore you grabbed his hands and you got yourself on top of him kissing his neck hearing grunts from him causing him to curse leaving his hockey's all around his neck as you made your way up to his lips they were one inch apart from eachother

Tomura's mind went blank as you suddenly took charge, straddling him, and began to kiss his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. He couldn't help but let out a few grunts and curses in response to your actions, the unexpected and pleasurable sensation sending shivers down his spine.

As your lips moved closer to his, just an inch away, his pulse quickened, his heart slamming against his ribs. He was torn between wanting to capture your lips immediately and wanting to savor the anticipation.

You licked your lips in response waiting do devour his. He wanted to taste you, to feel your lips against his, to lose himself in the moment.

He couldn't wait any longer, and with a low growl, he reached up, his hand firmly grasping your nape, and pulled you down, closing the gap between your lips.

The kiss was hungry and urgent, filled with pent-up need and longing.

You both had a intimate kiss leaveing eachother to moan and whine. The kiss deepened, growing more intimate and passionate with each passing moment. Tomura's hands roamed your body, pulling you closer against him, craving the feel of your skin against his. Soft moans and needy whines escaped his lips, betraying the depth of his desire.

He held you against his chest, his fingers gripping your waist, as the kiss continued, fueled by a mixture of passion, desperation, and a hint of possessiveness.

"S-shigaraki..." you moaned out "y-you might-… make me stay like this..." you pant

Tomura's heart nearly stopped as he heard you moan his name, your voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and reluctant realization. Your words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a low hiss in response.

"That's the plan..." he murmured against your skin, his breath hot on your neck.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make you stay, including this..."

His hands roamed around your chest as he messaged them causing you to feel his let up cock around your core. Tomura's hands continued their exploration, now making their way to your chest, his fingers gently massaging and caressing your sensitive skin. As he did, you couldn't help but feel the firmness of his leg against your core, the sensation adding another layer of intensity to the intimate moment.

He let out a soft moan, his voice a mix of pleasure and longing as his hands worked their magic. He needed you, ached for you, wanted you to stay with him, in this moment and beyond.

The sound of your whimper sent a shiver down Tomura's spine, fueling his desire even more. The way you were responding, the sounds you were making, it was driving him crazy.

He pulled you closer, his hands still roaming your body, his lips finding their way to your ear.

"I want you..." he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I need you... please..."

——

Your body shivered the way he teased your buds and begged for you brought you butterflies in your stomach. Shigaraki sat up to take off his shirt helping you do the same, shifting to take off your pants along with his, leaving him in his underwear and you with your panties and bra you sat on top of him as you looked deep into his eyes waiting for a signal.

He laid his head back covering his eyes with one of his hands shivering as you grind on him through his underwear causing friction and bleasure for both of you, you felt his cock harden beneath you. If this was his way of convincing you to stay then you’d do this everyday..

“Y/n…” he choked out in grunt it was to much for him being a virgin meant deep pressure he didn’t know of, he didn’t have any experience. this wasn’t like those porn videos he use to watch before you came along, this was real. And holy fuck did it please him. You slightly smile at his vulnerability you might be a virgin too but that didn’t mean your friends hadn’t shown you some tips and tricks for “the one”.

“S-shigaraki..” you let out in moans

“Tomura fuckkkk please call me tomura…” he let out in pleasure as you repeated your movements.

You looked down as you saw pre cum stains on his underwear and dripping stains under yours,

“Fuck p-please give it to me. H-ha…. stuff your pussy on my dick..” he whined, you couldn’t handle it either.

You pulled down his underwear fully doing the same to yours by pulling it to the side rubbing on him bare naked feeling the real touch between you, as you lifted yourself up you saw how his hard dick stood loud and proud waiting for you. You positioned yourself on top of his twitching cock slowly inserting yourself .

“fuckkk… fuckfuckfuck!” He hissed as you slowly inserted yourself up and down riding him aggressively by the pace he’s never felt this type of pleasure he didn’t know where to put his hands your Breast?, your hips?, your neck? Fuck their was so much he wish he could do,he placed a finger by your clit rubbing it in circles causing more pleasure toward you as you went in and out of him

“T-tomura!” You squealed feeling yourself get weak it was too much the way his cock hit the right spot without trying, your gummy walls clenching on him.

“Your so warm and wet d-danm it” he looked at your figure as your eyes rolled back seing your hips jump up and down only made him harder smirking at your state.

“You love this cock h-huh?..” he asks trying not to moan.

“U-uhuh-!!!!” You whine as you ride him faster, you feel yourself about to give out

He takes notice of your slow actions deciding to help you by placing his hands on your hips helping you as you entered him rapidly.

“A-shit!.” feeling himself about to come undone moans filled the room louder and harsher.

“c-cum-ming..!” He lets out as his eyes rolled back on his head giving you a final thrust upwards hitting your cervix

“Nyhh!” You felt yourself give out

“Fuc-kk Cum on my c-cock!!” He shouts, feeling you squirt all over him as you tremble rapidly …

“T-tomura!!- !” You moan out as you fell onto his bare chest feeling his sleeper like build.

He brings you close to him throwing a blanket around both of you whispering beside your ear in a low raspy voice,

“Hopefully this convinces you to stay… I want you all to my fucking self..” he grins as he leaves a hickey by your collarbone with his chapped lips smothering yours right after.

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Ahhh, I love your writing hotch33tos! May I request a fluff between Tomura Shigaraki x fem reader who's quirk is healing. One night she's healing Shigaraki and she just can't stop looking at him leading her to blurt out if she can do skin care on him. That or just a fluff scenario between him and a fem reader healer🫶💛

Thank you sm for my first Request! You asked and will receive! (Hopefully it’s to your liking🫶🏼)

Shigaraki x Reader Healer

“Skincare”

🌙scenario

"What- What the hell? It's 2 in the morning What are you doing in my room?!" Tomura looks up from his gaming set he was surprised to see you up so late.

"Hey... I noticed you had some scars that needed healing and I thought I might come check them" you softly replied as you walked in closing the door behind you as you turned on the light.

He flinched as the light turned on, the brightness was unexpected for him. He sat up on the edge of his bed, looking at you.

He rubbed his neck, his eyes looking you and your hands up and down.

"You- You want to heal my scars?"

"Shigaraki im the leagues healer it’s my job remember" you laughed softly.

He rolled his eyes as you spoke as if he could've forgotten that, a hand going up to rub one of his scars.

"Yeah yeah I know idiot, but can you heal all of this? I have a lot of scars you know..."

"I'm sure I can" you walked over to him, "can I sit down?"

He nodded, shifting over slightly incase you wanted to sit on the bed. He eyed your hands, still unconvinced you could heal any of his scars.

"Go on... Try it. You probably won't heal anything anyway..."

He smirked, a bit of skepticism in his voice.

"Are you doubting me?" You chuckled as you looked at his scars on his arms.

He chuckled back, letting you get a good look as you came closer. He held out an arm, waiting for you to try and heal it.

"I'm just saying, ive had these for quite some time though they haven’t healed. I doubt a healer would be able to do anything about them now. Go on, try."

You picked up his hand gently as you traced your finger over the scar before leading it do your lips giving it a soft kiss.

To say he was surprised at the kiss would be an understatement. His eyes widen, face turning slightly pink as he stares at your lips for a few seconds.

"Wha- What are you doing...?"

His voice is quieter now, trying to hide the surprise. No one has ever gone so far as to kiss his scars, let alone kiss him in general...

"Healing you" you chuckle before you noticed his scar was gone you looked up at him admiring his other scars they made him seem like so much more...

His eyes widen again as he looks down at where the scar once was, watching as the skin completely healed over, as if the scar was never there. He glanced up at you in disbelief, almost not believing what just happened.

"You- You actually just healed it... I can't believe it. Can you do the others too?"

You nodded as you traced and placed kisses on the other scars and injuries on his hands, you felt yourself blush a little you finally stopped to admire his face... it look okay right now it wasn't the best skin he's had which made you think of something... skincare.

With each kiss that healed on of his scars, his face got more and more red. He was starting to get flustered from all of this affection, glancing down as you finally stopped. Seeing you studying his face, he raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at you

"Why are you looking at me like that? What is it?"

"Can I do a skincare on you!?" You blurted out as your ears turned red "ah.! Sorry i didn't mean to-" you waved your hands trying to take back what you said.

Shigaraki blinked, completely taken aback by the blurted question. His cheeks were a deep blushing red at that point, but he didn't hate the idea at all...

"Uh... Yeah sure... Go for it I guess. Just don't make me look like some damn doll, got it?"

You chuckled at his doll comment,

"I won't" you covered your mouth with one hand trying to lower your laugh.

He gave a small pout at your laughter, crossing his arms in a jokingly upset state.

But he was secretly enjoying the attention you were giving him. He tilted his head at you, his messy hair covering his left eye like a curtain

"What? Why are you laughing at me? Just do your damn skincare already, woman."

"okay 'll be right back" you got up in a hurry to your room while you were walking you wondered why he had agreed it seemed odd but you were glad he didn't decline your sudden offer

He sat there on his bed, watching you run out of the room in a hurry.

He still questioned himself on why he agreed to letting you even touch him, even more so with the thought of doing a skin care routine on him. Shigaraki shrugged, sitting back in his bed and waiting for you to return.

As he sat there waiting, he let his mind wander to his feelings towards you. He had to admit, you were attractive. But he never thought he would ever get any affection from you, yet here he was, agreeing to you to do a skincare routine on his scars and skin. Shigaraki leaned back in the bed, thoughts of you still in his mind...

A few minutes later, he heard your footsteps approaching his room.

He slowly sat up, waiting for you to come back in. He was still questioning why he was letting you do this to him, but deep down, the idea of having your hands touch his face excited him, just a bit.

You opened the door, holding your skincare products in your arms. You looked up to see him leaning back on the bed, waiting for you with a neutral look on his face. He glanced down at your arms, looking over the products you brought with you.

"Looks like you brought a lot of stuff...Are you gonna put all of that on my face?"

"Well if I want your face to be smooth and glowing yes!" You chirped as you placed everything in the bed in order.

He rolled his eyes at the thought of his face being 'smooth and glowing.' He had never had a full-blown skincare routine before, so he had no idea what was coming for him.

He looked over each product you had laid out, seeing so many creams, lotions, and other stuff.

"Yeesh... You need all of that to fix my skin or something?"

"Just to make it better trust me you'll relax just lay back on the bed and let me handle you" your lips Curley into a smile as your cracked your fingers, one thing about you was out LOVED doing skincare's and when you did them you always did them right.

He flinched slightly, hearing you crack your fingers. It seemed so... Professional? He let out a low sigh, laying back on the bed, his head laying comfortably on the pillow. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for whatever you were going to do to his skin.

Despite the skepticism about the skincare, in the end, he just wanted to have your hands touching him...

As you begin to work your magic on Shigaraki, he can feel the various creams being applied to his face, followed by the gentle feeling of your hands rubbing his skin. As much as he wanted to act cold and distant, your touch was soft and gentle, making it impossible not to relax and enjoy the feeling of your hands on his face.

"Damn... Your hands are softer than I thought they'd be..."

"Well ill have you know I do hand-care too" you softly spoke as you applied a cleansing cream rubbing it over his safe as you waited a couple of minutes before wiping it with a damped towel

As you gently rub the cleansing cream on his face, he couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief. The cream felt cool and soothing on his skin, and your soft touch made the entire experience even more pleasurable. He couldn't believe he was actually enjoying something like this

"Hmph, you seem to have a lot of knowledge on this stuff... Where'd you even learn all of this from anyway?"

"I watch a lot of videos and before I joined the league I did not have this pretty face" you smirked

He raised an eyebrow as you mentioned not having a pretty face before. He found that hard to believe, as his own opinion, you were very attractive. But he was curious now about what you looked like before.

"Oh really? Well, now I'm interested to see what you looked like before this 'pretty face.' Got any old pictures lying around?"

"Maybe I'll see if I can find any later" you wiped his face before turning in the air mister you had

He watched as you turned on the air mister, the cool mist spraying lightly on his face.

The sensation was unexpected, but not unpleasant. He closed his eyes, enjoying the coolness as the mist touched his skin.

"Hmph... I guess this stuff isn't half bad. What else you gonna do to my face?"

"Well I'm going to hydrate it,moisturize, pluck any hairs,massage it..."

His eyes widened as you rattled off the list of things you were going to do to his face.

Plucking, massaging, what the hell did you have planned on doing to him...

"Plucking hairs? And massage? You gonna turn my face into rubbery mush or something?"

"Just close your eyes and relax" you huffed as you started to place under eye and mouth hydrating patches.

He gave a slight eye roll at your comment, but closed his eyes nonetheless, letting you place the patches on his skin. He had to admit, the feeling of the patches was slightly soothing, almost like a small massage of sorts.

He let out a small sigh as he laid there, wondering if all these products were actually necessary for a skincare routine.

You took out your phone raising it up as you took a picture quickly putting it away

The sudden sound of your phone camera clicking made his eyes shoot open in surprise. He turned to glare at you, a small pout forming on his face

"Hey, what was that for? Were you just trying to snap a picture of me with this stuff on my face?"

"no! just shush!" You closed his eyes as you grabbed your eyebrow pluckers.

Shigaraki grumbled, but obediently closed his eyes once again. He knew there was no point in arguing with you when you were so determined. He held still as you picked up the eyebrow pluckers,

"Damn... You really gonna pluck my eyebrows?"

" you know you talk to much" you giggled as you began to pluck his eyebrows but you realized... he had none...

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at your comment about talking too much. As you started to pluck his eyebrows, he noticed that there was nothing there to pluck.

"Uh, you do notice that I don't have any eyebrows, right? What's the point of plucking something that's not even there?"

"Shigaraki... I just noticed." You busted out laughing.

He looked at you, his face a mix of confusion and annoyance. But seeing you laugh so openly made it a bit impossible to stay frustrated with you. He sighed, crossing his arms in a pout

"Well, I'm glad you find humor in my lack of eyebrows, but seriously, what were you planning to do to my nonexistent eyebrows anyway?"

"Okay okay let's just move on to something else oh I know let's take off your blackheads!"

His face twisted into a look of discomfort at the mention of blackheads. He hadn't even thought about the possibility of having blackheads on his face.

"Yeesh... You sure you're gonna find any? I don't even remember the last time I looked at my face up close in the mirror..."

He laid back on the bed, resigning himself to letting you do whatever you wanted. He just hoped the blackhead removal wouldn't be too painful, especially since he wasn't sure how many there were on his skin...

You placed a nose patch in his skin and waited for it to dry before peeling it softly

"okay we got some just need to take off the rest..." you mumbled as you started to press down his nose with a blackhead removing tool

Shigaraki watched as you placed the nose patch on his nose. He wrinkled his nose at the feeling, but said nothing. Once you started to press down on his nose with the tool, he flinched, feeling the slight pressure of each blackhead being removed.

"Damn... that feels weird. How many of those are you gonna get out..?"

"Just a little more..." you mumbled focusing

He huffed in slight annoyance, but he knew better than to question you when you were so focused. He closed his eyes, letting you continue to work on his nose. The feeling of each blackhead being removed was... strange. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't pleasant either.

"Hurry up... I'm starting to feel weird just laying here."

"Okay okay I'm done" you replied as you cleaned his face with a makeup remover and removing all the hydrating patches you had placed on his under eye and lips

"Wow your lips look just a bit better but it’s missing something.."

He opened his eyes as you removed the last of the patches, feeling a bit lighter now that all the products were off his face. He sat up slightly on the bed, his hand coming up to touch his cheek.

"Huh... I have to admit, that actually did feel kinda nice. And you really think my lips look better already?"

"I'm not done yet!" You pushed him down softly as you began to grab your watermen lip mask and spoon some out gently rubbing it on his lip

He grunted as you pushed him back down, a small pout forming on his face. He watched as you rubbed the watermelon lip mask on his lips, the cool sensation on his skin feeling surprisingly refreshing.

"Hmph... This stuff better be worth it. My lips better be as soft as yours by the time you're done with me."

"Yeah yeah well I'm trying my best" you huffed as you took a bad and opened it revealing a face mask

He chuckled at your huff, knowing he could get under your skin with just a few words.

As he watched you rummage through the bag to pull out a face mask, he raised an eyebrow

"Are you seriously putting a face mask on me too? What the hell is the point of that?"

"Don't worry just know you'll skin will feel much better" you smirked as you placed it over his face

He let out an exaggerated sigh, but remained still as you placed the face mask over his face. He had to admit, he had never done anything like this before, and having you take care of his skin felt a bit nice.

"This is so ridiculous... I feel like a damn doll being pampered right now."

He laid on the bed, his face covered in the mask, feeling completely ridiculous. He could faintly smell the scent of the face mask, a bit of chamomile and lavender.

"You better hope this stuff actually works, or I'm gonna look like a complete fool for letting you to this to me..."

"Well don't worry about it just relax.!"

He rolled his eyes, but he had to admit that the face mask actually felt somewhat nice.

He closed his eyes, trying to relax as you instructed.

"Easier said than done... When will you take this damn thing off my face anyway?"

"Just 10 minutes even tho it's suppose to be 15 but you get impatient"

He sighed in annoyance, not wanting to admit you were right about him being impatient. 10 minutes... he could handle that.

"Hmph... fine. 10 minutes, but I better be getting something good at the end of this. Better be some smooth skin at the very least."

He laid there, feeling the minutes ticked by slowly as the face mask stayed on his face.

He tried to distract himself by thinking about other things, but every minute felt like an eternity.

"Ugh... How much longer do I have to keep this thing on? It feels like it's been 10 minutes already..."

"It's barely been 3" you chuckled

He grumbled at your comment, feeling even more impatient now knowing it had only been three minutes.

"Ugh, seriously? Only 3 minutes? I feel like I've been laying here forever. I don't even think this damn thing is doing anything to my skin anyway..."

"Oh my god okay well just leave it for 5"

He huffed, but resigned himself to waiting another 5 minutes. He knew resisting would be pointless, especially when you were so determined.

"Ugh, fine. 5 more minutes. But if it doesn't do anything, I'm never letting you touch my face again."

You huffed in annoyances as you waited for 5 more minutes to pass, after they did you took off the sheet mask and began to massage his face with cream

He grumbled as he lay there patiently, time seemingly dragging on forever. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, you removed the mask from his face.

He opened his eyes expecting to see the same old dry skin on his face, but instead, his skin actually felt surprisingly smooth and supple. The texture was completely different than what he was used to.

"Wait.is this real? My skin feels different... Did the face mask and cream actually work?"

"Well just a little you don't care much for your skin huh" you messaged his face softly

He chuckled at your comment, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, I guess you can say l've never really paid much attention to my skin. I've always just thought it's skin, why worry about it? But I have to admit, it feels kinda nice having you take care of it like this..."

He let out a small hum as you continued to massage his face, the feeling of your fingers on his skin was surprisingly soothing. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax into the comfortable rhythm of your motions.

"You sure know what you're doing. My skin feels so much nicer than before. I might have to let you do this more often..."

You chuckled "well l'd be happy, to I enjoy these kinds of things anyway..."

He smiled slightly, feeling surprisingly relaxed with you taking care of his skin.

"I have to admit, I didn't think this whole skincare routine thing would be so... nice.

I always thought it was just for girls, but having someone pamper me like this feels kinda good."

He opened his eyes, looking up at you as you continued to massage his face. The feeling of your fingers on his skin was strangely comforting, and he found himself wanting the moment to last longer.

"You know, I never would have thought that l'd be the kind of person to enjoy getting pampered... But here I am, lying here letting you touch my face and treating me like royalty."

"Well you have to take care of yourself now and then" you smiled softly as you finally stopped

"god my back hurts..." you whined as you sat back all the standing up while bending your back did a number one you

He sat up as well, noticing the tired look on your face.

"Hey, you look like you're exhausted. You were standing over me for like an hour, no wonder your back hurts."

He couldn't help but chuckle as you complained, but he still felt somewhat guilty that you were tired out from pampering his skin.

He patted the empty space on the bed next him, gesturing for you to join him on the bed.

"Come here, sit down for a bit. I feel a little bad that your back is so tired because of me..."

"It's okay this is the pain of a successful skin care routine " you laughed as you laid down on his bed enjoying the softness

He chuckled at your comment, feeling slightly guilty but appreciative nonetheless.

"Yeah, I guess that's one way to look at it. But still, you worked hard pampering my skin, the least I can do is let you relax a bit on the bed."

He laid back on the bed beside you, feeling its softness beneath him. He looked over at you, admiring your tired but satisfied expression.

He reached out a hand and gently touched your hair, running his fingers through it.

"You look exhausted, but happy. I guess pampering my skin really was that much fun for you, huh?"

You felt yourself shiver from his touch enjoying yourself get pampered by him now

"pampering me now Mh?" You softly spoke as your eyes closed

He chuckled softly as he saw you shiver slightly from his touch.

"Yeah, I figured I could return the favor and pamper you for a bit, since you did such a great job pampering me."

He continued to run his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and gentle, enjoying the way your eyes closed in contentment.

He leaned a bit closer to you, his hand moving from your hair to gently caress your cheek.

"You know, seeing you so relaxed like this is... nice. I never would have thought doing something like this together could feel so good….” He mumbles before he notices you drifted off to sleep..

Tomura shigaraki x reader

“Shower” (smut)

“Y/n”

You poured cream and sugar into your coffee as you heard your needy boyfriend call your name.

“Hm? What is it tomu?” You softly smile at him as you lift the coffe cup and held it taking a sip.

“I want to shower together.” He demands as he looks at you with pleading eyes across the table.

You spit your your coffee as your eyes wide open in the shock.

“W-what?!?!”

“You heard me.” He looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’ve been playing with my.. “acquaintances” and they’ve informed me that they shower with their girlfriends multiple times.”

You look at him in disbelief he wanted to shower with you because he’s heard of if from his “friends”?!

“let’s go.” He stands up grabbing the coffe cup from your hand placing it on the table as he drags you to the bathroom.

“W-wait tomu-!”

“No I can’t wait.” He replies as he shoves you in the bathroom closing the door behind him locking it.

“C‘Mon hurry and take your close off” he tells you harshly as he starts stripping.

“T-“

“I said strip.”

You sigh as you did what you were told,he wanted to shower with you it couldn’t be bad…

You began to take off your clothes feeling insecure as you removed piece after piece.

“Stop hiding yourself…. You look…good.”

You blushed expectedly at his words, it true you’ve sleeped with tomura but this was a different type of vulnerability. You took of your last piece of clothing as you stood still covering your chest.

His sheepish eyes scanned your body as his cheeks were left with a small tint of blush, he opened the shower door as he turned on the shower head setting it to a good temperature. After some time passed and the water was set he got in signaling with his eyes for you to do the same.

As you got in you felt the lukewarm water touch your body it felt… good. You were turning away from tomura still ashamed before you felt him presses himself against your back feeling his cock touch your ass as his hands moved their way over to your chest.

“finally..” he let out as he began to groap your boobs in circular motion, kissing your neck softly.

You tilted your neck in order to give him more access to it as you moaned his name softly

“T-tomu..” you whined as you felt him place love marks on your neck.

“Turn around.” He commanded as you did what you were told.

You were now facing him as his cock pressed against the top of your pussy hard grinding softly as all you could hear was the water fall.

“Lift up your foot for me princess” he smirked as he lead his hand under your tight helping you lift it as it rested on his arm.

“Hold onto me.” He said in a husky voice.

you knew where this was going and you were here for it. You wrapped both of your hands onto his neck for security as you felt him press his cock on your entrance.

“M..Mhh..” you whined softly as you felt yourself become wet.

“shit. I dont know if it’s you or the water but you’re really turning me on.” He scoffed as he began to teased your entrance.

“t-tomura.. please..” you whined onto his shoulder.

“fuck..fine..” he panted as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“fuckfuckfuck…” he groaned as he felt himself come harder inside your gummy pussy squeezing him tightly .

“You feel so tight are you trying to break my dick off..” he huffed as his face grew red moving in and out of you slowly.

“fuckkkk..” you whined as your back arched and toes curled by his cock inside you.

“please tomu..please...” you whined and moaned as your felt yourself want more.

He scoffed at your remark as he began to go faster in you.

“H-..heh.. I can see my dick outlined on your stomac..tsk..” he groaned as he pressed on the bump with his free hand.

You moaned loudly at his action as he fastened his pace

“S-so deep..!!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as tour tongue stuck out filling the room with pleasurable lewd moans.

He pressed you against the wall as his hand still held your leg up gaining deeper acces to your pussy.

“Look at me.” He demanded on a groan.

You couldn’t even keep eye contact with him as he thrusted deep inside over and over repeatedly. He leaned into your lips as he bit your lower lips softly pushing his tongue against yours dancing around inside your mouth sucking on it repeatedly.

“Feels so good.. that feels so good..” you moaned on his lips.

“To…-tomura..” you whined as you held onto him tightly feeling your leg give out.

“almost..there..fuck tight.!” He groaned as he felt his cock drop with precut inside your walls as they clenched around him so good.

“H-hng!!!…”

With a final thrust from his teasing cock you came undone on him.

“Ha..ah!!” You moaned out as you felt his cock throb inside you leaking its seed inside.

He gently let down your leg as you clung onto him for support.

“now lets shower..” he panted and smirked in satisfaction as he held onto you tightly.