BOY NEXT DOOR SHIG

Shigaraki NSFW Headcanons

Cause he makes me so insatiabley horny

Warning: nsfw obviously

This is the horniest fucker to ever exist, but he is a virgin until you

like it's bad, he's watched so much porn , he genuinely had an addiction

so when you two start getting sexual, expect a couple things

1. he doesn't last very long. however, he does regain his stamina pretty quickly so you can get back at it pretty soon.

2. he has no experience, so he's gonna try and use the weird porn he's watched as a basis - which he realizes very soon does not work

so after a few times of him kinda embarrassing himself, he goes full 180 and becomes a nervous mess

so for a while, you'll have to be in control. maybe not physically unless you want to be, but you'll have to guide him and very much show him exactly what he's supposed to do

consider: he loves you. yes he's a horny fuck, but he's also scared of people coming close to him, he's scared of vulnerability, and this feels very vulnerable. so he trusts you, and he cares about you more than anything. he really wouldn't have sex with someone unless he genuinely cared about them

meaning: he wants to make you happy. he wants you to think he's doing a good job and for you to feel fucking amazing

so he takes everything you say very seriously, and once he gets more comfortable your sex life gets amazingly better

because beyond what youve told him you like, he pays attention to all the little noises and faces and body reactions so he knows what you like exactly and he takes advantage of that in every way

he slowly becomes more and more dominant, if you're dominant you'll probably fight for it often, but if you're submissive he happily takes control

he doesn't like not being in control, but he allowed it because he knew that it'd benefit the both of you, so now he wants to be completely in control to make up for it

his favorite position is probably doggy, but in front of a mirror. Tomura loves ass, he loves seeing your ass and being able to grab at it and spank it (and maybe play with the hole if he's not already in that one) but he also loves to see your face, to see you fall apart as he fucks you, so he'll grab your hair and force you to watch yourself in the mirror

he spends most of his time around the league, which means you do too. you're basically attached to his hip at all times, and tomura likes to show you off. which also means he loves making you scream his name all night so everyone knows what's going on

he'd also be very tempted to fuck you in front of everyone - it probably stems from being told he's ugly and scary looking his whole life but he's fucking someone as hot as you so he has to rub it in everyone's faces

during a meeting, where you know he has a little makeshift throne, he's definitely had his cock buried in you while you sit on his lap, squirming around trying to get any stimulation you can, him lazily thrusting into you every now and then

his ability to regain stamina quick only gets worse once he goes through his whole buff transformation, you're getting railed for literal hours

he loves overstimulating you, he wants you to beg to cum and tell him it's too much and that you're gonna die if he doesnt stop, but keep letting him fuck you

at first, the thought of toys made him kinda insecure, but after impulsively buying you a dildo he loves it. whether it's shoving it in both of your holes, or him fucking your mouth while you fuck yourself with it, he thinks it's so hot

his wallpaper is definitely a nude

he likes superiority kinks, probably not daddy, but being called Master, or Sir, he gets so hard

his dick is long too, like 8 inches, but it's a little thin. he has scrawny man dick syndrome. it does get a little thicker when he gets buffer though

hes a sadist, so he'll put you through as much pain and humiliation as you can handle. he'll spank your ass red, yank your hair so hard you think he'll rip it out, bite you till you bleed, hell he'll even pull your panties over your head while he fucks you just to humiliate you (side note- he definitely has a wedgie kink)

if you're more vanilla (no shame), then he'll respect that. again, he loves you and it's more so about you, so he'd keep his fantasies to himself.

The # i can't 😭😂😂😂😂✋✋✋✋✨✨✨✨🤌🤌🤌

Always the writer, never the reader.

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Could be seen as a continuation to All of It, but the idea came from @tenkomura, bc when am i ever not thinking about something she said

Maybe you hate your younger self for being so naive.

Perhaps its because you cling to the memories of before, when everything was so much simpler and All For One was commanding Shigaraki to act. When he messed up, or when you messed up, All For One simply caressed your heads in such a comforting way that the loss felt like nothing.

Oh, how you loved him. Everything was so much easier when it was him. Yes he was the future, yes you were the symbols of fear, but to you he was just Tomura. Its the silent understanding that you both had, that even though the entire world was against you and the cause it was okay because you were together.

He loved you, it didn't need to be said. Even when the league expanded, it was still just you and him. Not to say he doesnt care for the league, because that would be a lie. But the love he has for them pales in comparison to the love he holds for you in the crevices of his heart. Its heard in the blood pumping in his veins and its sung in the whispers of his calm breathing when he's with you.

But you're villains. Villains don't get an ounce of peace. So when the league has ended Overhaul's short lived reign, and everyone's stopped and caught their breath. You sit with him in silence on the side of a bare highway that you'd been walking.

Maybe its foolish, but you follow him like a dog. You watch as Shigaraki opens the case of quirk erasing bullets. He stares. Almost like he wants to test if it works.

You sit next to him, sat shoulder to shoulder now. He simply says "If I erased my quirk, we could be normal." And you don't need to be a genius to know what he means, he means if he didn't have decay he would have a home. If he didn't have decay he wouldn't be All for One's subject of interest, id he didn't have this damn quirk he could be normal with you.

Would there even be a you though?

"Hm, maybe." you supply "You wouldn't have met me though, and I would trade any chances of being normal if it meant i got to be with you." you say, and Shigaraki stills.

"I... I think I would too." he smiles, its a crackly smile that makes blood speck on his lips that you just want to kiss already.

"When this is all over, lets go on a date. Okay?" you ask, your eyes now gazing up at him with hope.

Shigaraki's eyes widen, and looks to the quirk erasing bullets and quickly shuts them. "You promise?" he asks almost eagerly, and you hold up your pinky "pinky swear!"

Oh you fools.

Which is what's left you to stare at Shigaraki's tube. His body floating in the liquid endlessly for whats felt like years, but you know its only been a month or two. You feel so naive for ever thinking it would just be over, because of course its never over.

He would be the new holder of all for one. Because fate stops for nothing and no one, not even love. You hate yourself for being naive enough to hope that you would ever get to love him peacefully. You hate him for not realizing when you did that All for One was using you both. You hate All for One for taking your lives away from you.

This would never be over, Shigaraki will never give pinky promise kisses again, and he'll never build redstone farms for you when you get too frustrated and rage quit. He's never going to reach out for you again, and you're going to spend the rest of your life reaching for someone who's never going to reach back.

You press your head to the glass and cry. The doctor is used to your sobs though ans has grown to ignoring them, which you suppose is a win. But it still doesn't soothe the ache in your chest as you wish for everything to be different, and you pray every night that this is a bad dream. You pray that this is a nightmare and that night Shigaraki did use that quirk erasing bullet. You pray for this to be a bad dream of his and he never developed decay.

Because you would never trade your life with Shigaraki for normalcy, but you love him too much to watch him do this. You wished he would trade you for normalcy because loving him through this and always is simply too much.

Sanctuary of Nightmares PT2

Platonic SB x GN Child Reader

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Tw: Mentions Of Abuse, Slight Blood

A/n: ayo wtf I did not expect any of y'all to actually enjoy this. 300 notes on the first part? Fucking insane. Anyway, I didn't sleep last night so guess what? Part two is out today baBY. Enjoy.

You continued to feel suffocated in this environment as you followed the bot through the crowds. You hadn't ever been anywhere this loud before, let alone with so many people in it. You felt wildly out of place, that at any moment someone would point you out as a stranger, that they'd notice that you didn't belong and they'd kick you out.

But no one did.

All seemed too worried about their own lives to notice you, even as you followed the bot with a flashing yellow light still on its head.

It led you through what you believed was a theater, though not one currently in use, before you found yourself right next to a huge play area. One absolutely crawling with toddlers and younger kids alike. The security bot continued to move towards a person who, without question, opened the door to the play area. You looked up to the person a moment, unsure of making any type of movement. It was after they gestured forward that you decided it best to enter. With apprehensive movements you made your way in, the door quickly shutting behind you. You turned back to see both the bot and human walk off, leaving you to your own devices.

You didn't move for a while, instead taking in what was happening around you. Kids crawled all over the jungle gym, their screams of joy ringing loudly in your ears. Across the room you saw running children and little play areas with plenty of toys. There was an art station, a ball pit, practically any fun activity a little kid could dream of was here. Yet you didn't feel like it was a good idea to step into the madness. No, you didn't belong there. Not among the laughing faces or the happy smiles. You didn't belong here- you shouldn't be here! No no, this was all wrong-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a terrifying surprise as, out of what you belived was literally nowhere, a certain jester dropped down in front of you.

"Hel-LO little friend! What are you doing over here?! I didn't see you come in!" He excitedly spoke, his face mere inches from yours. You jumped away from him, though your eyes never turned away. You stared in absolute silence with a look of clear terror on your face after having been spooked so badly.

"Friend? Can you hear me? Can ya?" He repeatedly asked as he continued to come closer. You leaned further away while keeping your feet planted in case your moving would upset the bot. You took a second to let your brain catch up before you slowly nodded.

"Well that's great news! I don't know how I missed y- Oh! I know, I know! One of the staff must have let you in! You didn't go down the slide! Of course, of course!" He nearly bounced with energy, full of joy after having solved his little puzzle. You continued to stay put as you watched the jester celebrate his little achievement.

"There's so much to do! So much to catch up on! You're late but that's okay! That just means you have to do everything faster-!..." He suddenly stopped his excited rantings, his body falling still as he stared at you. You felt your heart drop when he did so as a spike of fear overtook you.

Did you break it-?

"YOU'RE HURT!" He suddenly screamed and in reaction you quickly covered your face, the roaring sound shocking every sense you had. Suddenly you became light, your body pulled from the ground. You let out a whimper, terror rushing through your veins as your hands remained covering your face.

"WEEWOO WEEWOO! AMBULANCE COMING THROUGH!" The animatronic screamed as he quickly moved. His agility was a feat to behold as he effortlessly navigated around screaming children that all wanted his attention. He held you high above his head and quickly managed to make his way across the play area. It was a few seconds into this walk that you slowly uncovered your eyes, the sudden shock of fear only continuing to rise as you realized how high off the ground you were. You then clung to the animatronic for dear life, afraid that you might drop at any second. He carried you to a small corner of the playroom across the ball pit where a make-shift doctor office was made, though it seemed more like a pretend one than a real one. It had little chairs, a table, and plenty of typical medical supplies that were all brightly colored with childish designs covering them. There was also a lady fully dressed as a doctor sitting in the only big chair. She didn't look over to the noise Sundrop was making, then again she must have been accustomed to it by now. 

"Ms. Doctor! I have a patient! They require immediate help!" The excitable bot quickly explained as he placed you on the table next to her.

"Thank you Sunny, I'll be with them in a moment. Why don't you go hang out in the art corner? I heard a few kids needed more glitter glue" she suggested as she typed the last few sentences into a computer.

"A glitter glue shortage!?!" He shouted in a shocked tone before bounding off, likely to do what was asked of him. 

You sat with tense posture, the adrenaline spiking through your veins after that terrifying experience having been enough to skyrocket your anxiety. You were only allowed a few secodns to calm before the woman you knew only as Ms. Doctor finally turned away from her computer to look at you, a soft expression found on her face.

"Well sweetheart, where's it hurt?" She asked as she scooted her wheeled chair closer to you. Feeling a severe case of emotional whiplash from the bouncey yelling of the sun animatronic to the calm care of the doctor caused you to blink a few times as you adjusted to the difference. Even so your body once again leaned away as you were entirely distrusting of this stranger. Noticing this she grew a concerned look.

"Do you want me to call Sun back over?" She asked to which you very quickly shook your head. With that answer she let out a soft sigh. Not out of annoyance or anger but instead with a tired expression.

"Okay...will a sundrop candy help?" She asked as she reached into one of her many pockets before pulling out a small sphere-shaped candy wrapped in clear and golden plastic. You stared at the sweet treat for a moment, your body slowly calming as you looked between her and the candy. 

You very rarely ever had candy so any chance you could you had always taken some. This time though you remained still as you debated whether or not to take it. You didn't know the full intentions of the doctor nor why she was so calm after Sundrops excited yelling. It didn't take long before you lost your resolve, the sweet treat too much of a temptation to your sugar deprived life. With a nod from you she handed the candy over, your eyes following it the whole way. You almost didn't believe it was real when it landed in your hands, let alone when you unwrapped it. It smelled of lemon, a flavor you don't think you've ever had before. It was a hard candy too, a type of candy you've had very few of in your life. So you happily ate the candy, your comfort levels clearly rising as it began to melt on your tongue. The doctor gave you a small smile, seemingly happy to have calmed you.

"Now can you tell me where your boo-boos are?" She asked again, her voice momentarily pulling you from your bliss which raised your guard once again, though not as much as before since she didn't seem as dangerous now.

You pointed to your legs, her eyes finally trailing down and noticing the slightly torn fabric of your pants along with the bit of crimson that had clung to them. Her face twisted into concerned confusion, the jaggedness of the cuts something she wasn't expecting. The whole place was padded to hell, how had you managed to hurt yourself that badly?

Then again kids your age always amazed her with the myriad of ways they somehow always managed to hurt themselves.

"Alright, let's get you fixed up"

-

It was a few minutes into the bandaging and she had already given you three sundrops since you were a particularly skittish kid. She had managed to get wrapping around one leg, though not without some struggle as you pulled away at any sudden spike of pain. It was only after covering your first leg that she even realized your hands were cut up too, a fact that only made this slow process all the more agonizing. It was just after the second bandage though that a sudden call came to her phone. She sat up, quickly finishing the last part of the wrapping before handing you yet another Sundrop.

"I'll just be a minute" she quickly spoke before sliding away to her desk to answer the phone.

"Daycare, Ms. Zell speaking" she answered into the phone, the buzzing of a voice on the other side not heard by you over the sounds of joyful children.

"Again? Alright, I'll be there as fast as I can...yes I know I-...fine, but I'm going to need more people...alright, alright I'm coming" she then hung up the phone, a deep sigh leaving her before she turned back to you. She stared at you a moment, a look of contemplation on her face as she did so. It was after this moment that she slightly turned back to her desk before hitting a small button. It was barely a few seconds later when a certain sun turned up.

"You called!" He yelled, his voice startling you as it came from above your head. You turned to look only to see the jester hanging upside down from the netting of the daycare. The doctor looked up, her face more serious than it was before as she stood from her chair, grabbing a few tools along the way.

"There was an accident at Roxy Raceway again, they need me down there. Can you finish patching them up? They just need some bandages on their hands and they should be fine"

"Of course Ms. Doctor!" Sundrop spoke before jumping from his spot on the netting. Surprisingly there was no loud thunk as the metal animatronic hit the ground, as if he almost didn't weigh anything at all.

You did not like this arrangement. You liked the doctor, she was calm and it was easy to predict her movements. But this neurotic child's toy? It was impossible to tell what he'd do next.

Even in your discomfort you said nothing. You didn't believe you had any power to change this decision.

"Thanks, I should be back soon- oh! And uh, one last thing" she stopped herself from leaving for a final moment and pulled out a few extra pieces of candy before handing them to the robot.

"These should help while you're patching them up" and with that she walked off in a hurry, though not as fast as she would have liked as she didn't have the same ability as Sundrop when it came to swerving around running children. You kept your eyes on her as she left, almost hoping she'd turn around. That she would regret leaving you here, that she'd think twice about it, that she'd just turn the wheel back around and-...

She wasn't going to come back was she

"Alright! It's doctor time!" The bot happily announced as he grabbed a nearby doctor coat. It was mostly similar to the one the doctor wore except for the sun logo sloppily drawn in marker on all of the pockets.

"I am doctor Sundrop and I'm here to assist! Now, can I see your boo-boos?" He spoke in a highly overdramatic voice, his posture rigid and his hands behind his back. Though even in his attempt to seem serious he were very easily seen through, especially as small cracks in this serious facade broke through with short snickers.

Now, while he was still rather too over the place for your liking you did have to admit, his get-up was a little silly and now that he wasn't so incredibly in your face his child-like behavior was almost comforting. You hadn't ever met someone so boisterous and over the top before and while it was still incredibly anxiety-inducing, it also pulled on the reason that you daydreamed about the PizzaPlex in the first place.

To be a kid, to play, to sing, to mess around until playtime was over. You wanted nothing more than that. To be allowed to be a kid.

Yet faced with the possibility of it you hesitated...

Once again receiving no answer from you as you kept you hands close to your chest, Sundrop lost a little bit of his bubbliness. His posture fell and his hands along with it. Even though he didn't really have an expression you gathered that he was either confused or saddened. That was until he suddenly sprung back to life. 

If he was any more cartoonish you wouldn't have been surprised if a light bulb had appeared on his head.

"Oh! Right!" He spoke with a raised finger to further insinuate that an idea had formed before he then turned back to the desk and grabbed one of the left behind candies. He then quickly turned back to you with three candies outstretched.

"You like these right? Here! Just for you! I can even get more if you want!" He happily exclaimed, his face spinning with excitement. You stared wide-eyed as he handed you the treats, the sweets almost irresistible now that you knew what they tasted like. You looked between Sundrop and the candies before slowly taking one. You remained cautious though, just in case this was a trick. Once you did so his already excited mood skyrocketed. He believed he had made progress with you.

"More! You can have more! Do you want a fizzy faz too?! You like treats! I. Can get you more!" He swayed and slightly jumped as he talked. He seemed unable to stay in one place for too long when he was excited. Your eyes widened in surprise as he continued to outstretch the candies towards you. You hadn't expected to be allowed to have that many. You took the other two gratefully and with a look of astonishment that only furthered Sundrop's joyful state.

"Great! I'm glad you like them! Can I fix your boo-boo now? Can I? Can I!?" His hype level didn't seem to have a limit, though his excitability was growing on you. So, placing the candies next to you, you nodded, slowly outstretching your scratched-up hands to the animatronic. 

"Oh no! You had a big bad fall didn't you? Don't worry! Doctor Sundrop will make it all better!" He joyfully spoke before practically throwing himself into the wheeled chair of the doctor before him. Granted he didn't entirely fit as his legs bent and his head was way taller than the chair, but he did anyway.

Even though it looked incredibly funny

-

Due to the nature of hands you couldn't just put a bandaid on your scratches, so he had to use wrap-around bandages to help cover the cuts. Luckily he seemed at least a little experienced with fixing injuries as he knew where everything was and how to do it. He kept you distracted the entire time with little jokes, even more of the Sundrop candies, and, when you would get especially anxious, funny gestures. It didn't take long at all before you were fixed up. In fact, he was just about to finish the second hand when you let out a sharp wince. Something that most definitely shouldn't have happened considering he was no longer near your cut up hands, the end of the wrapping stopping at your wrists just to keep them more secure. He suspected there were more injuries so he went to pull up your sleeve. He didn't get that far though as you quickly snatched your hand away, an almost panicked look taking over your face. Something that was quickly mirrored in Sun's posture and he assumed he must have really hurt you.

"Sorry! I-I didn't- uh- candy! You want more candy?! I can do more tricks! Sorry sorry I didn't mean to hurt you!" He bumbled over sounds like a panicked child, his words genuine as he quickly attempted to find anything to make you feel better. Once you saw your panic in his gestures you immediately calmed, realizing that your panic only induced his own. You felt guilty in a way, as if you had caused him stress. That being said, you still didn't give your hands back to him. You didn't want him to see, you didn't want anyone to see. 

It only ever made things worse when someone else knew...

Seeing your calmed posture he calmed as well, though that only left confusion in his body language.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, now unsure of his assumptions. When you slowly shook your head it only served to confuse him more. He tried to figure it out, to understand why you had pulled away, but he was truly at a loss.

"Can I see your hands again?" He asked with the utmost curiosity, only to receive another slow shake of the head.

"I-I promise I'll be gentle! I won't hurt you! I'll even pinkie swear on it!" He quickly spoke before outstretching his pinky to you. He was attempting to get answers to solve the sudden mystery before him, his hightened sense of curiousity not something easily dissuaded. Not to mention that if it was another injury he wanted to help make it better.

You thought on it a moment, his attempts to gain your trust having wilted down your initial apprehension towards him. Dispite his first impression he had a way of calming you down, of knowing exactly what you needed when you needed it. He had been gental with your cuts and had tried to keep your mind off them throught his time fixing them. Maybe...

Maybe it wouldn't be bad to let them see.

Maybe he really did want to help...

Slowly, and fighting your paranoid thoughts the entire way, you pinky promised with him, an action that once again caused bounciness in him. He did try to keep it contained as to not further harm your hand but it was still very visable. After you pulled away from the pinkie promise you kept your hand out so he could continue. Carefully and as gently as he's ever done anything he pulled up the sleeve you had attempted to hide behind.

He noticed a few bruises at first, a lot of them actually. He began to wonder what type of fall you must have had to gain this many. What he found most unfortunate though was the fact that he couldn't help with bruises. There were no amount of bandaids he could cover you with that would help with those. He was already saddened by this so by the time he realized what you had actually been trying to hide he practically froze.

Bruised onto your tiny body was a handprint. One too big to be a child's, one too small to be an animatronic. It was clear by the deep color that harm had been intended in whatever grip had caused it and the thought alone brought a horrible feeling throught Sundrops system. It was after noticing it that he looked back over the other brusis, now noticing fingerprints in a few of them.

The thought of what those meant brought a sickening, dreadful feeling through his wiring and it came with his own horrible memeories. Of losing control, of being forced into his moon state when he wasn't ready and not being able to keep the kids around him safe. Of failing to protect, failing to care for...

It was then that he looked back up at you, his permanent smile not allowing him to show the devastation that ran through him, a shock of pain that began to mess with his coding.

He would protect you, he would keep you away from the harmful humans that had done this to you.

No matter the cost

Accidental Boyfriend Drabble: Want A Hug

You can hear him smile.

Every mumbled word carries the grin on his face over to you. You are on different sides of campus right now but you feel his smile in every cell of your body. It is soft, fuzzy and so warm.

“How do I get the aim window again?” You ask.

“Hold shift.”

“Hm!” You aim with your character and shoot down fruit that turn into ingredients for potions once you pick them up. “Hehe.”

“Good job,” he says.

You smile, “you're so patient with me.”

“You're fine,” he chuckles. “This is so fun. I like explaining it to you… over and over and over.” He jokes.

“It is,” you agree. “But if you keep smiling like that your cheeks will go numb.”

“What?” He laughs. “I am not smiling! Pff how'd you know?”

“I know,” you say softly. You picture him all cosy with the cat ear headset on. Your heart aches. “I miss you.”

“How?” He nearly giggles. You were together just this morning and now you are spending time with each other too. What do you mean?

“I just do,” you shrug. “Want a hug.”

Tomura thinks. He wouldn't be opposed to a hug right now… not at all and if you want one… well. “Okay…. Then I'll come over and give you a hug?” You asked for one afterall… why wouldn't?

You hear how he gets up. “Tomura–” you chuckle. “I mean… I was serious but you really don't–”

“No. I'm coming. Already on my way,” he says and you hear the door fall shut.

You laugh. “I'll meet you halfway.” You quickly put on your slipper and head down the hallway.

“Are we hanging up? We see each other in approximately 3 minutes?” He asks.

“No! I'll miss you even more.” You hurry down the path. Students are still lingering around even though it's evening and all classes have finished for the day.

“Aren't you being a bit dramatic?” Tomura says with softness.

“Not at all!” You giggle.

“I can literally see you already.”

“And? Stay on the phone with me… I'll be lonely.”

“You're being silly.” He says as you fall into his arms, nuzzling your face into his hoodie.

“I'm silly for you,” you smile.

“That makes no sense?” He squeezes tightly, feeling so much relief to his whole body whenever he is close to you.

You stay like that for a long moment. He just holds you. You like being close to him so much. The chemistry is just there. How could you be blind to it in the beginning?

What if you hadn't asked him that day but someone else? What if he hadn't misunderstood you? You are right where you need to be. It all happened because you, for sure, are meant to be. That thought makes you blush and you squeeze him even tighter.

“Okay… Okay,” he chuckles. “You got your hug… now let's get back to the game. You can make it to level 25 today.”

“With your help, absolutely!” You smile.

You nod and you turn around again, walking back to your dorms. The call never ended. You are maybe just 10 meters apart when you turn around again.

“Tomura?” You say into your phone.

“Hm?” He turns and looks at you.

“My boyfriend in high-school always made me feel like it's a burden to spend time with me and I had friends who told me that sometimes I am ‘too much’.”

He listens, not really understanding why you are telling him. He can't tell if you are upset… he is micromanaging even the smallest changes in tone and facial expressions of the people around him, so he never misses when he has made someone upset– it doesn't always work– right now he cannot tell at all what you feel. Did he do something wrong?

You suddenly smile. It is unlike any smile you shared with him so far. He stops breathing. This smile is so authentic, so raw and thankful. “You never make me feel like that. Thank you, Tomura.”

Oh.

Uninvited

Shigaraki x F!Reader smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Dubcon(ish just to be sure), breaking in, fear, mention of blood, possessiveness, toxic relationship, manhandling, readers mouth is covered once, oral sex (m.receiving) penetration, rough sex, creampie

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Synopsis: Having run away from your ex over a year ago, your life is pretty tame until breaking news informs of a prison break in Tartarus. You’ll have to be careful, because your ex is one of the escaped criminals

Word count: 5.0k

After getting home from work and showering the day off, you slip on some comfy clothes and plop on the couch. Rain patters on the windows of your dark apartment. It trickles down the glass in thin rivers, creating a peaceful ambiance in the otherwise idle evening. Pulling a soft blanket over yourself, you turn on the TV and start surfing through channels. 

It’s past 21 pm, which means that the Friday night movies are on as well as history documentaries on heavier subjects. Pondering what to have for a snack, when you suddenly come across breaking news about a prison break that took place earlier the day in Tartarus.

For most people it’d just be unsettling, but your heart jumps up your throat as the mugshots of the notorious villain group, including their leader, your ex, pops on the screen. Horror spreads on your features as you correct your posture and study Tomura’s picture.

His hair, white as snow, hangs messily on his shoulders. There’s a coldness in his crimson eyes, the hue of them resembling a pool of blood. He wears a rather emotionless expression, however, determination seems to radiate from him, like he had already planned on how to break free when the picture was taken.

You quickly turn off the TV as if it’d make the disturbing news vanish from existence. Getting up in an agitated manner, you bring your hand over your mouth and pace around nervously. 

The reason behind your fears was because you basically ran away from him. Not because you didn’t love him, quite the opposite. He simply grew too ruthless, daunting and he focused on goals that drove you further away from him. Your reasonable words or bitter tears hadn’t been enough to convince him to abandon his life as a villain and eventually you had to accept that your love for him had to end. 

But Shigaraki is a man who rarely if ever takes no for an answer. He simply refused to let you go, grasping your chin on a firm hold that was either intentionally or not– more threatening rather than convincing. His eyes bored on yours, subduing you possessive words and fear that chained you to his fierce love. 

Then a few days later, the Paranormal Liberation Front was arrested. 

Using the opportunity to flee, you applied for a program that arranges new identities for those who wish to cut ties with villains. Such people are often relatives, friends or love interests. That is how you ended up in another city, far away from him. 

As you recall the past from over a year ago, you stop to stare outside into the rainy night. Wanting to believe that Shigaraki has other priorities than you, his controlling tendencies convince you otherwise. Your life is most likely in danger and the wisest move would be to take off. 

Suddenly your phone vibrates on the sofa table, causing you to cringe. Warily moving closer to it, you become more nervous when it turns out that it’s a private number. Your hand trembles as you reach for the device, deciding to answer it. 

“H-hello..?” You stutter.

“Good evening, Y/N. It’s detective Tsukauchi,” a friendly voice greets, making your shoulders slump in relief.

“Ah, good evening detective,” you reply politely. 

“So I assume that you heard the news?” He asks.

“Yeah, I did,” you respond with a troubled tone, which he hears. 

“Are you okay? Has there been anything odd happening today?”

“No, but… Truthfully I’m a little worried,” you confess while glancing outside as if looking for something– or someone.

“I understand. However, I called to let you know that we checked their visitor- and phone records from Tartarus and it seems likely that they are regrouping with Re-Destro somewhere in the north,” he explains calmly.

“Really?” You ask hopefully, since your location was in the opposite direction.

“Yes. Nothing suggests that Shigaraki is after you. Also, we have every pro-hero and the entire police force searching for them so hopefully we catch them soon. I believe you can sleep peacefully tonight,” he adds. 

“Oh. That’s a relief to hear. Thank you so much detective!”

“No problem. Just make sure to contact the police if something strange or out of the ordinary occurs.”

“I definitely will. Have a good night!” 

Hanging up the phone, you place it on the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh. Taking a seat on one of the barstools, a smile forms on your lips as it was silly to think that a danger could be behind your door at any moment. 

Then there’s a knock on the door. 

Whatever easiness you felt, fades into the air as your heart jumps, your fearful gaze immediately focusing on the door. Other than the landlord, no one else, not even your family, friends or relatives know where you live. 

Someone knocks again. Swallowing thickly, you slide off of your seat and with silent, cautious steps approach the door. Reasoning in your head, you tell yourself that if it would be your worst fear, he wouldn’t knock. He’d simply force his way in. 

With the beat of your heart in your ears, you carefully look through the peephole. To your surprise no one seems to be there so you venture to open the door and peek into the empty hall. 

A sudden bang causes you to yelp and whip your head in the direction of the sound, noting that the internal door swings. Apparently it hasn’t been closed properly so you swallow and sneak down the hall to close it. Just to be sure, you take a cautious glance outside into the outer hall, determining that no one seems to be there either. 

Closing the door, you head back into your room, pondering that perhaps your mind was just playing tricks and distorting sounds to fit the occasion. Quite inconvenient, you think and shake your head a little. As you enter your dark apartment, you don’t anticipate the hand that suddenly covers your mouth and stifles the scream that tries to come out. Someone shuts the door as a strong arm drapes over your waist.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” It’s Twice who holds you in your place. 

Suddenly you manage to discern shapes of people around you and as a blue flame ignites in the palm of the PFL’s arsonist, your resistance is immediately tamed.

“Look what we have here,” Dabi comments with a derisive tone and a lazy smirk on his stapled face. 

“Dabi you’re scaring her,” a voice that no doubt belongs to Mr. Compress.

“So? She’s cute like this, don’t you think so too, boss?”

Your whole body reacts to the title and you begin to tremble when Shigaraki emerges from the shadows. The blue light contours his features eerily and colors his red eyes in purple. Dressed in all black, his hands are stuffed in the pockets of his pants and his white hair is tied in a loose, messy bun on the nape of his neck. Stray strands frame his face and forehead and he appears almost condescending, glaring down at you for what seems like the longest seconds of your life.

“You gonna behave?“ He finally asks. Tears prickle your eyes as you nod hastily. Shigaraki glances at Twice who takes it as a cue to remove his hand. You gasp quietly for air with wide eyes, a tear rolling down your cheek as you stare up at Shigaraki who seems unaffected by your distress. 

“We’re gonna crash here for the night. I assume you don’t have any objections,” his gruff voice says. 

It’s more of a statement rather than a question, which you answer with another hasty nod. After noting your consent, Twice loosens his grip on you, “That’s great, thanks Y/N!” 

Someone switches on the under cabinet lighting in the kitchen and the threatening atmosphere changes immediately. Your eyes flutter and you venture to glance around confusedly. 

“Do you have any food cause I’m hungry!” Toga whines, opening the fridge while Twice starts to go through your cabinets, presumably in search of something to eat. 

“You guys, it’s rude to go through someone’s cabinets!” Mr. Compress reprimands, in which Dabi answers with a sneer.

“As rude as breaking into an apartment?”

“Hmm, there’s not enough food for all of us,” Toga wonders out loud.

“Ahh, I’m starving,” Spinner groans, leaning his elbows on the kitchen counter and briefly burying his face in his hands. 

Aware of the crimson eyes still staring at you, you don’t dare to comment. Instead, your gaze cautiously trails up at Shigaraki to confirm his stern look. Although it doesn’t differ much from his usual emotionless state, which makes it impossible to interpret what he plans on doing with you. 

“Toga,” he suddenly calls, not turning his eyes away from you. The blonde skips happily next to him, “What’s up, Tomura?”

“Use your quirk and go get us something to eat with Y/N. Make sure she won’t try anything funny,” he commands, voice husky and low to eerily insinuate a punishment if you defy him.

“Sounds fun! Let’s go!” She replies, grabbing your hand and already pulling you towards the door. 

“She’s gonna get us food?! Be glad you don’t have to shop for clothes because we have spare ones! Twice comments.

***

You slowly push the cart down the aisle in a troubled manner, even though Toga has taken the form of some poor girl whose blood she had spared. She’s lively, chattering away while adding random items to the cart, albeit you notice that she avoids security cameras quite skillfully. 

“...And then Tomura told us we’d come over to your place! How great is that!” 

You smile nervously, “Y-yeah. About that.. Did Tomura say anything about me..?”

She hums pensively and fiddles a carton of tomato soup, “Hmm, not really. I mean, he did tell us that every plan we have will be put on hold until he finds you,” she points out.

“R-really..?” 

She laughs shortly, “Can you imagine! He even decayed an entire cell block in Tartarus when he heard that you had disappeared– and that was when he had quirk-canceling cuffs on!” Your face turns pale and your eyes widen. 

She places the carton back on the shelf and grabs a can that you don’t– or more likely can’t pay attention to what it is. 

“He also said that he’s gonna make sure you’ll never run away from him again– or something like that,” she says and adds the can in the cart. 

“But other than that, nothing special, really!” She smiles widely and you can tell she’s being genuinely oblivious at the impact of her words. 

“..Right..”

***

Arriving back home, you open the door and come across a somewhat disorderly scene. TV is spouting loud as Dabi switches channels, his feet rudely lifted on top of the sofa table. Mr. Compress and Spinner have a rather passionate conversation about what show they should watch, but Dabi dismisses them both with casual snarky comments. Twice has found a bag of chips from your snack stash and he sits on the floor, munching them gluttonously. 

Some of your drawers and cabinets are open as they clearly have been rummaged, probably in hope to find something useful. Apparently they had also found your spare mattress from your bedroom as it’s laid out on the floor along with some pillows and blankets. They all have taken a shower as there are some clothes scattered on the floor, some placed in a careless pile near the bathroom. 

You blink and stare at them rather dumbly, whereas Toga skips to join their lively conversation. Then your eyes trail to suddenly notice Shigaraki in the middle of the room, facing the kitchen area, but looking at you from the corner of his eye. He wears a black t-shirt with black sweats and his wavy hair is a little moist after having a shower. His stern look intimidates you into realizing to close the door and hurry up inside.

Carrying the groceries to the kitchen counter, Twice suddenly notices you, “Oh Y/N, you’re back! Sorry I ate all your chips, but I was really hungry,” he shows you the now empty bag while Mr. Compress rubs the back of his neck in an embarrassed manner. 

“Yeah, sorry about the mess by the way too,” he apologizes.

“That’s.. That’s alright– I’m just gonna prepare some dinner for you now.”

“Thanks for that. None of us knows how to cook anyway,” Spinner points out.

You flash him an insecure smile before rolling up the sleeves of your thin hoodie. While starting to slice up some onions, chili and carrots, you listen to their conversation that at some point turns into bickering and back. But whatever banter they throw at each other isn’t really with ill will, more like a habit of talking that they’re accustomed to. It’s always been endearing to you, the way a random group like them have managed to form bonds that they should’ve had with their families. 

***

Soon the room fills with a delicious scent as you fry some garlic and vegetables. Adding some spices, soy sauce as well as chicken and noodles, you keep stirring until cooked perfectly. 

After notifying that the dinner is ready, it’s probably less than ten seconds when it’s being scooped on plates. You smile a little amused, but notice that Shigaraki isn’t having any of what just so happens to be one of his favorite dishes. Twitching your lips, you presume the reason as to why, but then decide to get out of the way and tidy up a bit. 

Picking up discarded clothes, you put them in a washing machine and hang their coats on a drying rack. Then taking a bucket and a mop, you wipe the floor clean from some muddy shoe prints. 

“Oh, by the way, Y/N?” Dabi suddenly calls from his spot on the couch.

“Yes?” You respond, looking at the flame villain, who dangles your phone between his slender fingers.

“Don’t bother to look for this. I’m gonna take good care of it while we’re here,” he grins.

You show him a sheepish smile, “Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you say and pay attention to how Shigaraki begins to eat now when everyone else is already bringing their empty plates to the sink. Just like you thought, he lets his comrades have their fill first and he settles for what’s left. 

It makes your heart ache with yearn, remembering how thoughtful he is to those he cares about. You sigh and continue cleaning, pondering that his thoughtfulness most likely doesn’t extend to you anymore. 

After wiping the floor, you take care of the dishes and kitchen counter. Scrubbing the plates and utensils clean, you notice that the mood has become more carefree as the villain's dessert consists of alcoholic beverages. Watching some TV show, they throw amusing comments, for example about what the TV host is wearing. Relaxing a little, you believe that now when everyone has their stomachs full, they’ll soon drift into slumber.

But then your eyes meet with Shigaraki, who’s sitting on an armchair. His elbow on the armrest, he leans his cheek on his fist and appears still somewhat cold. But then he taps his thigh two times, wordlessly commanding you to come and sit on his lap. 

Not even considering disobedience, you interrupt your task and wipe your hands on a kitchen towel. Walking up to him, you carefully place yourself on his lap as he pulls your legs over his own. Bringing his hand on your thigh, he caresses softly with featherlight touch. 

He seems to be relieved to have you in his arms and you don’t wanna ruin it. Instead, you hold onto the silence as neither of you participates in the carefree blabbering that everyone else keeps up. 

Shigaraki then presses his nose on your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo– a habit he used to do when you were together. He keeps stroking your thigh gently, but soon it turns more sensual as he adds pressure. Serenity slowly changes into what you’d describe as an impatience as he nearly palms you, and it’s barely appropriate among other people. 

“We’re going to bed now,” he says to you, but doesn’t tune down his voice. If others around hear it, they pretend they didn’t. 

Except Dabi. He observes you getting up with Shigaraki, who grabs your upper arm tightly as if you might run away if he didn’t. You walk before him towards the bedroom and the arsonist sneers while sipping his drink, knowing perfectly what’s about to happen there. 

“Shigaraki–” Spinner suddenly calls and the white-haired villain glances over his shoulder at his comrade, who advances rather seriously. 

“Her screams could attract unwanted attention,” Spinner points out quietly. A hollow feeling appears in your belly as his ominous remark doesn’t reveal what exactly will be the cause of those screams.

Shigaraki shows a cold grin, “How brutal do you think I am?” He asks and pushes you forward into the bedroom, following after and not staying to hear his comrades answer. 

The door shuts and Spinner turns away awkwardly, “I’m gonna assume very..” he mumbles to himself.

As you’re left alone with Shigaraki and he turns his gaze at you, you bring your arms over your chest in clear discomfort.

“.. W-what happens now..?“ You ask fearfully.

“We’re gonna have a little chat,” he takes a few steps closer to you, “And then I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Okay..” You agree without hesitation, but that hollow feeling in your belly grows into a bottomless pit. Your body has not forgotten how rough he likes it and considering the circumstances, you assume that he’s not gonna be mindful of your comfort. 

Your hand wraps around your forearm, nails sinking in the skin uncomfortably, “S-so.. What do you wanna talk about..?“

“Aren’t you gonna hug me first?” He asks like it should be obvious to you. You blink as he pulls his hands out of his pockets, spreading his arms just a little, “It’s been such a long time since we’ve last seen each other,” he adds nearly sarcastically.

You quickly correct your mistake and walk into his arms, wrapping yours around him. Pressing your cheek against his chest, you can hear the calm beat of his heart. Though his collected demeanor doesn’t really mean anything as he’s perfectly capable of doing horrors without even flinching. 

“You’re scared,“ he suddenly points out.

“..Mmm,” you mumble. 

“Why?”

“..I just.. I’m worried that you’ll.. hurt me..” You whisper with a barely audible voice. 

Shigaraki lowers his gaze down at you, “You think I’d be capable of something like that?“ 

You look up to meet his indifferent expression, “W-well.. I just figured you’d be angry with me for.. Running away.”

“Angry–?“ He repeats with a husky voice. There’s an ominous tone to it and it sends shivers down your spine. He then presses his forehead against yours. 

“I’m fucking furious with you.”

You should run, but you don’t budge. Mainly, because he has already proven that running away from him is futile. So whatever he plans on doing to you, you accept it as the consequences of your actions. 

But then he unexpectedly presses you against his chest and kisses the top of your head, “But I could never hurt you,” he says. 

You inhale a shaky breath, tears threatening to form in your eyes. He isn’t dismissive of whatever it is that you fear him doing to you, instead he convinces you with another kiss on your forehead. 

“You could never do anything to make me wanna hurt you,” he slowly kisses down your nose, stopping at your lips as if waiting for your consent. 

You know you shouldn’t, but silencing the reason within your head, you lift your gaze, your noses touching briefly before he presses his chapped lips on yours. Almost like your body melts into him, your arms feel weak as you wrap them around his neck. Deepening the kiss, his tongue slips into your mouth to rub against yours. Slow and sensual, but it’s still more affectionate rather than lustful.

As you part away, your hands slide down his firm chest and you look up at him wistfully. He brings a hand on the side of your neck, brushing the skin tenderly before tucking a few strands behind your ear.

“So have you fucked someone else while I was in prison?“ He suddenly asks. Heat rises on your cheeks as well as in the tips of your ears and you realize that someone as possessive as him is bound to ask that very question. 

“..No,“ you reply sincerely, but the look in his eyes tells that he needs more than just your denial. So you swallow, moistening your throat.

“I didn’t run away cause I didn’t love you anymore. I ran away because I was scared,” you confess honestly, which makes him lift his chin up a little. 

“You’ve become so much.. The whole nation reacts to everything you do, because you can throw this world into chaos at any time,” you explain and look up at his lack of reaction.

“It was just too much,” You add quietly.

There’s a short silence between you before he replies, “I see.“ 

You avert your gaze elsewhere in shame, thinking you should’ve handled it better, “I’m sorry.. I-.. I think that perhaps we should discuss about us.. our relationship and what happens next,” you suggest. 

“It can wait,” Shigaraki states and you blink.

“It can–?”

“I heard what I wanted to know,” he rubs your cheek and looks at you intensely, “I’m done talking.”

His voice is deep, drenched in something between primal and impatience. It makes your cheeks burn as a shy smile forms on your lips.

“Oh..” 

He leans in to capture your lips in a kiss that’s much more forceful than the previous. His tongue slips into your mouth again, rubbing yours messily, dominatingly as if showing that he’s in control. You whine into his mouth as he unzips your hoodie and removes the garment off of you. 

Momentarily parting away, he hastily pulls your top over your head and starts planting open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Hand sneaking into the back of your head, he gently grips your hair. 

“You gonna let me fuck your disobedient little pussy?” he whispers harshly into your ear. 

“Y-yeah..” You whine needily, hands clutching his shirt.

“Atta girl. But first–“ He suddenly tightens his grip on your hair and yanks, making you look into his eyes that gleam with condescension, “Get on your knees.”

Your eyes are hazy, glossy lips parted as his compelling tone sends a jolt of heat down your core. Showing him an obscene smile, you keep your hooded eyes on him and slowly sink on your knees. 

Shigaraki lowers his sweats to free his hardened, aching cock. It throbs in need, making you lick your lips hungrily. Grasping the base of it, you open your mouth and close your lips around the tip.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes, sighing in both relief and pleasure, “Fuck yeah..”

You swirl your tongue around the tip, spitting on it and planting sloppy kisses. It’s messy, hot as you take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head back and forth with a teasing pace. 

His chest heaves, groans reverberating in his throat as he feels your soft tongue rubbing the underside of his cock. Your mouth emits squelching sounds, cute, arousing and your moans send pleasurable vibrations down his length. 

“Fuck.. That’s a good girl..” His praises rush straight in between your legs, making your walls burn and ache in need. You hum contentedly, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth as you greedily take him deeper. 

He moves his hands on both sides of your head, blunt nails scratching your scalp, “Nnh.. I almost forgot how good you are at sucking dick,” he groans in pleasure and you respond with another wanton moan. 

He fucks gently into your mouth, observing as his cock moves in and out. Your glossy lips wrap around his length so good, he becomes more forceful in greedy desire for more. 

“Yeah.. Fucking take it..” He grunts, thrusting deeper. Almost hitting the back of your throat, you gag and pull away for air, but Shigaraki only grants you a second before forcing you to work on his cock again. But you don’t mind and keep moving your head to meet his thrusts. 

“Fuck, baby you’re so hot like this,” he means every word as drool dribbles down your throat, on your chest and in your cleavage. Your panties are soaked, pussy dripping as you’re ready to take some cock. Squeezing your thighs together, Shigaraki notices your attempt to try and cherish that frail vibration of pleasure. 

He pulls himself out of your mouth, “Get up,” he commands, gripping your upper arm and lifting you on your feet. Your mind is cloudy as he roughly pulls down your pants and gets rid of the rest of your clothes. 

Tossing his shirt on the floor, he crashes his lips on yours, hastily backing you towards the nightstand. You barely maintain balance and almost stumble on your own feet, but his strong hands grab your waist and hoist you up on the stand. 

Spreading your legs for him, he wraps a hand around his cock, giving himself a few relieving pumps before lining it with your dripping hole. You shut your eyes as the head of his cock slowly stretches your walls and sinks inside. His intrusion makes your pussy twitch as your body tries to accommodate his size, but it takes a lot of effort.

You hold onto his scar-littered arms for comfort as agony floods you, “T-Tomura..” You whimper.

“Ssshh.. I know,” He shushes, holding you securely in his arms. He knows that it always takes a moment from you to adjust to him.

As your hands loosen their grip, he moves his hips slowly, subtly going deeper after each thrust. Your little sobs turn into moans and bliss spreads on your features as his cock hits that sweet spot inside you. 

He starts to thrust steadily, panting in pleasure while watching your inner lips wrap around him tightly. Your slick coats his cock as it moves in and out of your warm, wet pussy, rubbing him so fucking well. 

Your brows are furrowed and lips agape, moans falling down your lips. Squelching sounds echo across the walls of your bedroom as your juices leak down the curve of your ass.

Suddenly Shigaraki leans in and places his hands flat on the table, securing his posture as he starts slamming into you mercilessly. Your moans turn into choked cries as he releases a year worth of pent up frustration on your body. The nightstand rattles from the sheer force of his thrusts, your breasts bouncing as he keeps fucking you ruthlessly, hot breath fanning on your scalp as he pants in pleasure. 

It’s too much. The pleasure builds up in you like a coil that’s close to unraveling. Another tormented moan rips from your throat as he slams into you harder, abusing that sweet spot so sinfully that it has your vision blurry.

“I-’m… I’m cuming..” You whimper pitifully.

“Yeah, cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fucking cock.“

Getting closer and closer, your toes curl and you cry out, reaching the blissful high. Your walls clench around him, body shivering in pleasure as the orgasm washes over you.

“Hnngh.. Fucking cute,” Shigaraki grunts and suddenly lifts you up and places you down on the mattress. Adjusting his position in between your legs, he starts ramming his cock inside you again.

You throw your head back and poorly suppress the moan that escapes your throat. Your walls feel sensitive, still pulsing in the aftermath of your orgasm, but he keeps abusing your pussy in clear need to reach his own high. He’s relentless and rough, pounding into you faster and harder, using your little hole to get himself off. 

You keep panting, nails scratching his muscular back and leaving little trails, his pace beginning to be too much for you.

“P-please.. T-Tomura..” you whine into his ear.

“I know baby.. Nnghh.. I’m almost there,” he huffs.

As his muscles begin to tense and his thrusts turn sloppy and erratic, you know he’s close. Sinking your nails into his shoulders you cry out as he finally slams deep into your sore pussy. Teeth gritting, he releases his warm seed in steady spurts on your used, sore walls. 

Panting loudly, he shudders and holds still for a moment, taking his time to empty himself inside you. You caress his back while trying to catch your breath, eyes half-lidded for being utterly exhausted.

As he descends from his high and gently pulls out, a mixture of his sperm and your slick dribbles down your gaping hole. He lays himself down next to you and pulls you into his arms to rest and bask in the afterglow. For a moment neither of you speaks a word, but then you remember the subject about your relationship. Yawning, you glance at the alarm clock and it’s midnight. 

You shift a little in your place, “..Is it a little late for a serious conversation about us..?” You mumble, lids feeling heavy as you’re ready to fall asleep.

Shigaraki kisses the top of your head, “Yeah. Go to sleep,” he says and you smile wearily, drifting away into peaceful sleep. Unbeknownst to you though, Shigaraki has already decided that you’ll pack first thing in the morning and leave with them wherever they go.

A little horny thought I had last night.

Warning: Smut, Voyeurism, Masturbation (Tomura), Foot humping (Reader), Praise kink, Daddy kink

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Thinking about watching Tomura masturbate. Him, sitting in his computer chair slowly stroking his fat cock and you planted right next to him straddling his foot. His red eyes bore into you as he's watching you watch him. Every now and again he taps his foot, sending sweet vibrations to your clit. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his leg as you stare up at him with those doe eyes. Those eyes he can't ever seem to resist.

"Such a good girl, watching your daddy get off like this… You seem to be enjoying this more than me."

He darkly chuckles, his hand speeding up making his back arch and his eyes shut.

"You wanna see me cum so bad, don't you, baby?"

You quickly nod and he stares down at you once more. Precum slowly oozes from his tip as his movements become targeted, precise. He taps his foot again and you start grinding against it, peppering kisses along his knee. You worship this man, there's no part of his body you wouldn't touch, kiss, suck. You didn't care how horny it made you look or how desperate you seemed. You were desperate. Desperate for him, for his touch, his words, his gaze. It was like he was dipped in honey or made of sugar. You just had to get a taste. Even if that meant consuming him whole…

Tomura didn't stop moving his foot this time, probably in an attempt to have you cum along with him. Your grip on his leg tightened as you moaned out his name. He reached out and grabbed your chin, guiding your eyes back to his. He panted and groaned but that didn't stop the smile that spread across his lips. He was eating this up. As his climax built, his eyes struggled to stay open, them fluttering shut every now and again. He was close, too close. And yet so far. You leaned into his hand and placed a small kiss against his palm. That was enough to send Tomura over the edge, thick, white ropes of cum gushing out from his dick and onto his shirt. You both watched as it fountained out against his stomach, your orgasm following in suit. You both sat in the moment for a while before you continued to plant kisses along his palm.

"What a good girl you are. I think you deserve a reward…”

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Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5 🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Chapter 2: Nomination - 3.4k words

TW: Drinking, quirk discrimination, Incel Tomura being a massive jerk for "reasons", author makes a Javascript joke but only understands html Special thanks to @krystalwithakay for laughing at the aforementioned joke and programming the much more complicated Javascript joke yet to come.

“You have a nomination.”

Plastering the bandage to the back of your bleeding heel, you slipped your pumps back on. Your manager stared down her beak at you. You blinked at her before rising to your full height.

“A nomination? I thought Azuma-san canceled our Thursdays permanently after that fight with his wife?”

“It’s another client.” Blue plumage fluffed as she whipped her fan open. “An important client,” she stressed, narrowing her amber eyes.

“So this is the ‘best bunny behavior’ speech?” Tossing a floppy ear back behind your neck, you pitched your voice an octave higher. “Okay! I’m super duper excited to meet him, Mama-san.”

The fan snapped shut. She cocked her head and beckoned you towards the front desk. You tailed her, watching embroidered folds of black taffeta sway back and forth with every calculated swing of her Coke bottle hips. With all the grace of a prima ballerina, she dipped below the countertop and headed for the towel warmer. “You’ve met him before. Briefly. Last Friday.”

Your eyes rolled to the creamy plaster ceiling as you wracked your brain. “But Usagi is back, right? Wouldn’t Tano-san rather have her?”

“It’s not Tano-san.”

A cold sweat broke on your neck as memories of a tooth-and-nail conversation slammed into you like a loose brick. You staggered under the weighty realization. “Wait… you don’t mean—”

Long tongs placed cozy terry cloth on a small silver platter. Leaning over the counter, she snatched your wrist and foisted the tray into your grip. “I don’t know what you did, but you’re the first hostess he’s asked for by name.” Her glare could cut iron. “His sponsor is very well connected and I’m running out of staff. Do not fail me.”

“Yes, Mama-san,” you agreed, shrinking under her heavy expectations.

Just past the ratty leaves of the money tree, slouched in the center of the entryway, the slender-man of Nyanko’s nightmares looked just as bored as you remembered. Poor posture ruined the flawless lines of his expensive wool suit. Dull eyes and a flat expression looked better suited to a mummy than a man of twenty something. His dry, shrunken lips only enhanced the impression. However, the moment you slid into view, he lifted his chin.

It was hard to contain a confident smirk as red eyes rolled over your outfit from top to bottom. The sight of a real, live bunny girl in a halter neck, sleeveless tuxedo shirt and black leather miniskirt slaughtered most men on sight. Though conservative compared to usual club attire (read: T&A: on display), delicate ruffles drew the eye to pearl buttons trailing between sculpted cleavage. Chunky Mary Jane platforms elongated your legs until they could stop traffic. Add in a flash of thin garter belts holding old-school silk stockings at mid thigh and the entire collection could be classified as a weapon of mass erection.

“Welcome back, Shigaraki-san! ♡” Voice stuffed into a falsetto, you dipped into a bow while holding out the hot towel. “I’m soooooo excited that you requested me!”

Hair bristling silence was your only reply. He lifted the wipe up using only two fingers. With all the enthusiasm of a robot, he washed his hands one digit at a time before replacing the cloth on the tray.

Ouch. Like smacking your forehead against an iceberg.

"Please step this way." You gestured to one of the open booths like a variety show host.

He shuffled past, paying less attention to you than one would pay to a stray soda can laying on the pavement.

You hoisted the brown, leather bound menu. "Would you like me to recommend something? There’s a super taste cham—"

He rested his head on his palm, long fingers denting his cheek. "Cassis Orange."

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“Oh, yummy!” you cooed, flagging the bartender for one of the sweet cocktails. “Most guys won’t order that drink because of some weird macho complex.” You leaned into your palm, mimicking his stance. “It’s nice to drink with a man who is confident in himself.”

Unblinking eyes stared you down. “What do you want to drink?”

Sake bomb.

You tapped your chin. “Um… I think my favorite is a mimosa with Dom Pérignon.” The tinkling laugh you faked grated on your own nerves. You glanced away, curling inwards to fake lady-like shyness. “Champagne goes straight to my head though…”

Liar. In this profession, drinking skills made bank. Champagne was pricey. Pricey drinks lead to better bonuses. A little white lie here, a coy seduction there and while he was chasing bubbles for a chance to paw you up, you could rake in the cash.

“—so I should probably stick with something like a—”

Sake bomb.

No. Stick to the brand. Frufru girly-girls drink frufru girly drinks. No man picks the adorable bunny to have her drink him under the table. Way too emasculating.

“—lemon sour.”

SAKE BOMB.

Shigaraki rolled his eyes. “That’s lame.”

Says the guy drinking the cocktail equivalent of a pink polka dot ribbon?!

You scratched your cheek to cover the wince. “Well, it’s what I can manage. After all, it wouldn't be much fun for you if I got all silly and clingy, right?”

Perfect delivery. If that didn’t make him order you a champagne, the man was a eunuch.

He huffed, scratching his neck. “That does sound gross,” he agreed.

Excuse you?! What kind of man comes to a HOSTESS CLUB and says “ew… I hope hot women DON’T cling to me.” What was he?! Afraid of catching cooties?

You flinched into a fake grin. “I-I know, right? I try very hard to manage myself so I’m fun to be around.”

Ugh. You needed a sake bomb.

Shigaraki’s bored stare cut through you like a knife. You whipped your head around, flashing the waiter the sign for a lemon sour. With a deep breath to soothe your ruffled fur, you turned back to your new arch nemesis.

Game on, crusty boy. Let’s show you what max level charm can do!

Sliding smoothly beside him, you dragged one calf up your thigh until your tight little skirt nearly broke public decency laws. His eyes flicked to your legs. You schooled your expression into a peaceful smile more relaxing than a shiatsu massage. 

“So Shigaraki-san, Mama-san mentioned you have a mentor. What is that like?”

“Pretty much the same as anyone with a mentor I guess.”

“What type of things does he teach you?”

“This and that.”

“It sounds like a well rounded education then.”

“I guess.”

Give a girl something to work with, you tight lipped little snot!

“What’s the favorite thing you learned so far?”

He leaned back in his seat, eyes rolling to the ceiling. The edge of his lip twitched upwards for one heartbeat. “Not to judge people at face value. To always assume they’re hiding something.”

You giggled. “Well, that’s good advice. He sounds very wise.”

“He’s done a lot of different things over the years.”

“How eclectic.”

“Eclectic?”

Crap! You let your bimbo face slip. Dial it back. Dial it back.

“Just something I heard Mama-san say once. She says people who have many interests are eclectic.” You raised one finger and put a bubble-gum pop into your words. “I guess that means they have a lot of energy or something since it sounds like electric!”

Perfect. Now he can “well, actually…” you and feel superior. Men love that. Nice save. 

“You’re lying.”

You cocked your head and stared at him with the bald-faced bemusement of a proper airhead. 

He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. Red eyes bored into yours. “You used the word correctly. You knew what it meant.”

When the waiter set the drinks by your elbow, you could have hugged him. You broke off eye contact with Shigaraki, clasped your hands together, and let out an excited squeal. “Oh my gosh this looks so cool! They cut the orange in the shape of a star. How fancy is that?!”

The deadpan stare continued.

You inhaled to puff your chest before carefully placing the drink before him. Steady hands kept the sunset colored gradient exactly as the bartender had prepared it. Then, you gripped your glass, being sure to twist your wrist and show off baby pink nails with tiny glitter bows.

See crusty boy? Nothing here but an empty headed bunny doll made of rack and back. 

“Toasties?” you asked, holding your cup up for the clink.

Never breaking his gaze, your client lifted his drink with his pinky out and tapped your glass as if the sound repulsed him. He stirred the gradient away before sipping his fruity cocktail.

With a long suck, you drained half the lemon-sweet mixer in one go. “Yummy!” you cooed, licking your lips. “How does yours taste, Shigaraki-san?”

“Apparently, not as good as yours.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Ah! How embarrassing. It’s been a long time since I met a guy like you. When I get nervous I drink more.”

Peeling lips cracked into an amused sneer. “Oh really?”

“Being with someone like you is so exciting.” You took another sip, glancing at him from under mascara coated lashes. “It makes it hard to hold back.”

He laughed. “...and therefore you’ll be blowing through your drinks pretty quick, wracking up a big tab at my expense, right?”

“Maybe…” you teased coyly, tracing the rim of your glass with one finger. “I mean, it’s your fault for looking so good.”

He snorted. “How do you say that stuff with a straight face?”

“Huh?” You cocked your head the other way and pointed at your underbust. “Straight lace? No, my corset is a criss cross.” You leaned forward, angling your torso for maximum ‘round mound’ effect. “See? It’s all back and forth.”

Shigaraki looked you up and down, the smile dipping back to a frown. “That’s pretty boring though.”

Boring? Oh screw off. You try holding up a one sided conversation, douchebag!

“You don’t like fashion? But you’re dressed so nice!”

“No, what I don’t like is—” he gestured to all of you. “—this. Whatever this is.”

Hair bristling, you sat back in your seat. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”

“The lines are pretty good lies but that—” he waved at the whole of you again “—is messing it up.” 

Your throat tensed, leaving a touch of gravel in your voice. “I’m sorry, but you’re talking too complicated for a stupid bunny girl like me. Can you dumb it down so I can understand?”

Now the grin was back but it was… pointy? Yes. That was the best way to describe it. All sharp lines and shadows like some creepy monster hiding in the closet. 

“I want that.”

You blinked at him. “Come again?” 

He leaned forward. “That. You. The real you. Not the act.”

“Act? I don’t understand—” 

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t play stupid. I want the girl from the alley.” 

BANG

In an instant you were on your feet, shaking hands flat against the glossy table top. Manicured nails raked the surface until the glass shrieked under your sweaty palms. The room went silent. Dark shadows obscured your face. With a crack, your head snapped up to reveal a mechanical smile.

“Shigaraki-san, I am having difficulty hearing you over all the noise in this room.” You jabbed a thumb over your shoulder towards the back corner. “If we’re going to continue our little chat I think we should move to a private suite. The champagne room is lovely for cozy conversation. There is a 200,000 yen cover charge and the first bottle of Dom Pérignon is included.”

Curious eyes from all corners of the room stared at the show. Good. Now that he was on blast, he’d have to put up to save face or shut up and clamp down on his prying. Your chest burned with bated breath as you awaited his response.

Shigaraki groped into his pocket. With a flick of his wrist, a black, leather wallet arced through the air. Wide eyed, you caught it with both hands. He slid out of his seat and onto his feet.

“Sure. I’m game for a bonus stage.”

You glanced down at the thick billfold only to see a hefty clump of 10,000 yen banknotes sticking out the top. Your mouth ran dry. Shoving the wallet back into his hands, you gestured to the bouncer. He bustled over, tapping his key card to the electronic lock. As Shigaraki strolled past you into the private room, you glanced back at Mama-san. Her inscrutable expression disappeared behind the fluttering fan with a sharp snap.

Welp, hopefully that meant she wouldn’t fire you for what you were about to do.

Beyond the tufted leather door, the two of you entered a shrine to leisure and pleasure. Mirrored walls reflected soft, glittering light from the teardrop chandelier above. Upon plush, red carpet, overstuffed sofas crafted from butter soft, ivory leather begged for only the most pampered backsides. On the far wall, a massive television complete with jumbo speakers and a full karaoke set waited patiently for any party sized two to twenty. Glowing copper trim on the seating matched the metal frame of the oversized coffee table. Shigaraki flopped down on the low-backed loveseat. The waiter carried your chilled champagne in on a silver platter before quickly bowing out of the room.

As the door clicked shut, Shigaraki draped his arms across the back of the sofa and flashed you a sneer. "Got something to say?"

Sashaying across the floor, you smoothed the sofa and took your place next to your guest. Graceful as a swan, you lifted the bottle and sliced the foil with your thumbnail. A few quick twists freed the cork from its wire prison. With a roll of your wrist, his flute dangled between your digits. 

POP

The speeding cork grazed his ear.

Golden bubbles arced from the bottle. When his glass was nearly full, you twisted the flow to a stop. Leaning forward flashed him a glance at your cleavage. A naughty smile hovered just above it. You set the bottle by his elbow and stroked the stem of your glass like a porn actress.

"Fill me up, Shigaraki-san?" you teased.

He flushed.

So crusty boy liked it a little dirty, huh? File that away for future reference.

Your guest sloshed the expensive liquid into your flute. The bottle clanked onto the table. He stared at you with a raised brow.

With a sweet smile, you hoisted your drink. The delicate tinkle of crystal on crystal accompanied a syrupy salute. "Toasties~!" 

You shot the champagne like a middle aged manager whining about his alimony payment. The glass hit the table with a hard CLANK. 

"All right, listen up," you growled. “First, I’ve spent a long time pretending 'Miss Sugar-Tits' is my personality and outing me in front of the clients is a dick move. If my regulars see me act like this—” you whipped your hand across your face “—my happy tail doesn’t get paid and you better believe I am all kinds of nasty when I can’t afford to eat.”

Shigaraki sipped his drink with a vulgar grin.

You crossed your arms and scowled. “Second, what is your deal?! You’re bored with the girls, you barely drink the booze, and you don’t want to talk. Why drag yourself out here night after night just to be a massive jerk to a bunch of women who you are paying to suck up to you?!” You huffed and turned your cheek. “Heck of a fetish if it is one.”

“I need to level up my coercion.”

You blinked. “Excuse me, what?”

Cracked nails scraped his neck “Sensei told me I needed practice handling people I don’t like. Hostesses are top tier at that skill. It was useful to learn but pretty boring until I saw you whaling on that dumpster. Not something I expected from the fluff-for-brains bunny girl you pretend to be.” He folded his hands in front of his face, resting his pointed chin on top. With a smirk he added: “The part about tearing down society was pretty interesting. Do you call that ‘hare razing’?”

You grabbed a floppy ear and shook it at him. “I’m a rabbit, not a hare, douchebag.”

He leaned back into the chair, arms open wide. “Whatever. The point is that I like that version of you much better than the act.”

You snorted. “Well literally everyone else disagrees with you on that one. Trust me.”

“That’s because society values sappy platitudes over the straight truth.”

“And what truth is that?”

He reached for his glass, knocking back the drink like you had only moments ago. Though he wasn’t a particularly tall man, when rose to his feet and leered down at you, you felt oddly small by comparison. Something about the glowing gaze left you rigid in your seat. Your breath hitched. Scarlet eyes burned as they rolled over your face.

“That the game is buggy and needs a hard reset.”

You shifted in your seat, looking away from his searing stare. Shaking hands balled in your lap. Ringing filled your ears. Voices from the past cried out from painful memories.

“No need to push yourself sweetie. We’re just happy to have you be our team mascot.” 

“Aw… look at you trying so hard. How cute.”

“Don’t act like such a prude. We all know how you got this internship.”

Bile bubbled up your throat. You choked it down. A weary scoff puffed from quivering lips. “Not wrong there,” you muttered.

He blew out a long breath, as if he’d been holding it. “I knew you understood.”

Shaking off a prickling at the back of your neck, you forced a laugh. “But I’m just a bunny girl. I can’t do something as grand as change the world.”

Your guest narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue. “Chcc. Boring.” He groped into his pocket, pulling out his phone. One glance at the screen and he shoved it into hiding again. “I have to leave anyway.”

Liquid rage poured through your body. “Excuse you!? What did you just call me ‘Mr. couldn’t-carry-a-conversation-if-it-had-a-handle?!’”

He raised his chin and sneered at you. “You’re boring when you’re like that. I’m just calling it like I see it.”

Sharp nails pricked your palms. “Oh!? Is that so?! Then, pray tell, when am I not boring?”

Shigaraki scoffed. “When you’re the real you.” 

Bristling with fury, you stomped your heel. “Fine! You want the real me?! Screw it.” You jabbed a finger at his face. “You. Me. Paid date. Wednesday at 2 PM. 25,000 yen per hour.”

“Two? Isn’t that early?”

“What’s the matter?” A cruel smirk twisted on your lips. “Ain’t got the stamina?”

He scratched his neck. Red heat crawled across his skin.

You reached towards him, palm out. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

You rolled your eyes. “So I can put my number in it?”

He dragged out the device and tapped in the unlock code. “This better be worth it,” he declared, dropping it in your palm.

“I’m always worth it.” You zeroed in on his texts, stabbing in your number to the recipient line. There were only two words in the message: “crusty boy”. Pressing “send” so hard it nearly cracked the screen, you shoved the phone back in his chest. “What’s your first name?”

He squinted at you suspiciously. “Why?”

You put your hand on one hip. “You want me to spend the entire date calling you ‘Shigaraki-san’?”

After a long pause he muttered, “Tomura.”

You tapped the name into your contacts. “Got it. “I’ll drop you the details later—” Fluttering lashes accompanied a smile more sadistic than seductive. “—Tomura.”

His breath hitched as the warm flush tipped his ears. 

You hummed, craning your neck. 

His lips curled in a feral snarl. Snatching up the door handle, he nodded to the bottle. “It won’t keep. Finish it yourself.”

“How generous—” you licked your lips “—Tomura.”

As the door slammed shut, you giggled and picked up the champagne. 

Maybe you could trade it in for a sake bomb.

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