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Tomura is so cute because he was always allowing Toga to do as she pleased. Look at his goofy smile and Toga's joy. Look at how dumb they are for each other.

He doesn't know she's somewhere losing enough blood to save another's life and she doesn't know he's being killed by the man that abused him since before he was born :(

Y'all go crazy with this 🤸

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Audio that fits the vibe. Literally was listening to this while I was drawing this ✨✨🤏

"Symbol of Fear Reincarnation"

a.k.a.

"Date with Tenko" pt.4

Cacti/succulent hunt date 🌵🌵

I'll edit this with the frame by frame later for better image quality 😩

🎶 Steve Lacy - Dark Red (Instrumental)🎶

ONG I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR IT

NSFW Shigaraki x anon

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So like I made a redraw of my most popular work and that is not surprisingly one of my kinktober21 prompts ;D

Redraw of [kinktober21 : Claimed]

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Friendly reminder that Tomura tried to protect Compress by preventing him from jumping to face Overhaul and when he couldn't, he jumped after Compress to fight by his side (bnha 125).

Bonus:

Mr. Compress only jumped in the first place because he thought Overhaul was dangerous and he needed to seal him. Aka Mr. Compress saw Overhaul kill Magne and was worried about the rest of the League of Villains, so he jumped to defend them.

stupid bnha meme i made while rewatching season 6

Obedience Training

Part 1

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Shigaraki x Female Reader

SMUT NSFW 18 +

OK my first story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Also big thanks to @shigatomu and @krystalwithakay for advice and help with grammar and punctuation.

Shigaraki sat on the old torn couch, legs propped up on the long wooden table in front of him, staring off into space while his mind wondered. Not to killing All-Might or becoming the next leader, no, his thoughts were on you. Always you.

Ever since you had joined the league he couldn’t get you out of his head. You had taken up permanent occupancy there and it was driving him mad. Your image was rooted in his mind. Thoughts of you constantly playing on repeat.

You had become a want, a need, an obsession. Something he had to possess, to own. You would be his. He was sure he would snap any minute if he didn’t have you. The longing was too much. The constant hunger to have you, the desire to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. His hands running down your body, over your curves, up your thighs, finally ending between your legs where your tight entrance waited. He was desperate to have your body pressed to his and hear your moans as he plunged into your dripping heat.

What would you sound like as he slammed into you, he wondered. Would you cry, moan, tremble? He would make you scream his name, mewl in pleasure, and whimper in pain.  He wouldn’t be a gentle lover.

He would leave his marks and bruises all over you. A show of his ownership. You wouldn’t be able to walk for a week when he was done. He wanted you to wither under him, to be his, only his.

A toy for him to play with that he would break. A pet to tame and obey his every command, fill his every need. You would know your place, which was on your knees before him or beneath him legs spread wide. His personal fuckdoll. God, what your mouth would feel like as he rammed his cock down your throat.

He just needed to get you alone. The day seemed to start out perfectly. The rest of the League was away dealing with something he couldn’t be bothered to remember and it was just you and him.

It was perfect. There was no one to interrupt him. No one to distract or interfere.

“Huh, of course you wouldn’t be willing,” he thought to himself, “why would she want me?”

His hands reached up to his face, touching his scars around his eyes, up his forehead, and reminding himself of something he’d prefer to forget. In his mind, he was a scarred up freak with cracked, dry lips and facial scars that no woman would want. Why would you want him?

You were gorgeous, witty, smart. You could have any guy. Not that it matters, not anymore. His need was consuming him. You would be his. He would never let you go.

The number of times he had crept into your room at night, looming over you as you slept dreaming peacefully. You looked like an angel and he was a demon waiting to ruin you. His large calloused hand reached down, pulling the covers off you to gaze at your body. Fuck, just the thought alone made him instantly hard.

The swell of your breast under your skimpy cotton top, the hard buds of your nipples showing through. The way your hips fanned out from your small waist your plump ass just begging to be spanked, grabbed.

Fuck- he needed you on all fours, He could just see it, you with your ass in the air and your head down begging for him to stop, or maybe you’d be into it and want him to go faster. Maybe you would enjoy the pain of being taken deeply from behind. He will not hold back with you.

But unfortunately for him, that day threw a curve ball at him to ruin everything. One of your friends needed you and instead of hanging out at the hideout like every other fucking day, you left. The thought brought a scowl to his face, frustration growing in his chest. A growl rising in his throat.

So now he was alone, alone with a growing hard-on and a failed plan. He hated not getting his way. His fist clenched at the thought of what he could have been doing right now, anger coursing through his veins.

He should be teaching you how to please him. How to be a good girl for your master. “Fuck,“ he growled out as he let his hand travel to his pants palming his growing erection through the fabric. Images of you played in his mind.

He wanted to hear his name pour out of your cute mouth in that sweet voice of yours. To taste the wetness of your tight cunt, his large hands holding you in place as he set a fast rough pace, slamming into you as you cried from the pain and pleasure of it all.

Dipping one hand beneath the waistband to grip his thick shaft. Pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He closed his eyes and became consumed by his fantasy, imagining your delicate hand instead of his own. Thinking about how tight your velvet channel will feel. Those luscious lips wrapped around his twitching cock.

He was so close. He could feel it. The tension tightening in his balls. Just a few more strokes and he would have been done, getting a temporary relife when all of a sudden a loud bang startled him bringing him out of his fantasy. His head snapping towards the cause of the noise, anger clear on his face, hand flexing ready to decay whoever disturbed him.

What he saw only made him smile that maniacal ear-to-ear grin.

There you were in all your beauty - his wet dream walking.

“Stupid fucking idiot,” you grumbled as you threw your keys down on the dusty counter. Apparently your friend had pissed you off so much you came back to the hideout early. You looked up, noticing your boss.

“Oh! Hey, Shigaraki! I didn’t think you’d be here,” You chirped as he discreetly removed his busy hand from his pants, grinning widely at you.

“Hello, little kitten,” he rasped.

You were taken back by both the nickname and grin. That grin sent shivers down your spine. How was such a crazy grin sexy? And oh, that voice of his made your knees feel like jelly. You shook your head, clearing out such thoughts. Your fight or flight instincts were whispering for you to retreat. And what was with him calling you kitten?

“Day not going as planned, princess?” he croaked out, getting to his feet as he turned to face you; His arousal more than noticeable. Your eyes widen at the large bulge in his pants realizing just what you walked in on.

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Let me know what you guys think. I really enjoyed writing and look forward to part 2 if anybody want it. I’m new to fanfiction so be gentle. Thanks again for reading.

snooze.

You know what? Fuck it.

This:

I made this out of clips from My Hero Ultra Impact. Sorry if it's cringe.

Spinner worried for Tomura

Tomura x Female Reader

word count: 1,300+

(You tend to Tomura’s dry, cracked hands and itchy skin while the two of you watch a movie.)

disclaimer/content warning: no warnings apply! just a lil sfw drabble in honor of tomura’s birthday. also reader has a technology/hacking quirk. enjoy!

The light from the television cast the room in a pale glow, muted colors shifting from blue to green and back to blue again as the scene of the movie oscillated between the perspective of the two main characters— the protagonist and antagonist about to come to a head.

Tomura was enraptured, unable to tear his unblinking gaze from the screen as the tense music began to pick up speed, the cuts between the two opposing sides getting faster and faster until they met on the same ground, the final fight about to build to a crescendo.

You, however, were currently focused on something much more important than a dramatic psychological thriller you’d already seen a million times.

Because, being carefully massaged between your soft little hands was one of Tomura’s big, rough palms, the skin cracked and flaking with irritation.

“Tomu…” you murmured, sort of with a concerned, sympathetic coo. “I told you… you don’t need to wait until they’re this bad to come to me. I can do it nightly, I don’t mind.”

All he gave in response was a simple hum and a barely detectable nod. You felt his hand tense slightly in yours as the fight took a turn and the villain got the upper hand. You knew that’s who he was rooting for, though, unfortunately, very few films ended with the bad guys winning in the end.

You continued to work the first layer of lotion into one of his hands, then reached over to grab the other from his lap, giving it the same treatment. It was a thin, lightweight hand cream that, for you, normally did the trick. In the colder months, maybe you would have to reapply it two or three times a day, at most, but for Tomura, you’d gathered every lotion, cream, and salve within your moisturizing arsenal to treat him with.

All it took was one look at his hands to know it was going to be a lengthy process.

“Just tell me if any of it starts to burn or sting,” you instructed him, finishing with his left hand and retaking up the right one where, just as you’d thought, the first layer of lotion had already soaked all the way in and left his hand still feeling dry, albeit slightly less rough. “And if you notice any unusual redness by tomorrow you need to—”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He appreciated your help, truly he did, but he wasn’t used to having someone fuss over him like this. The care you offered was still a foreign thing to him.

He remedied the harsher edges of his voice then by looking over and giving a small grin, chapped lips beseeching of your attention as well. Lightly squeezing your hand in his, he said, “I’ll let you know.”

That seemed to placate you, for the time being at least, and you resumed your work tending to his hands.

“You better…” you muttered with a crooked grin.

Now moving onto the second layer, you flipped open the cap of a thicker, slightly stronger eczema cream. It would help lock the moisture in better than the surface layer that you’d just finished applying. It was your favorite for whenever you, yourself, encountered any stubborn dry patches on your own skin. A few days of this stuff and your ailment would disappear. You figured it would take a few weeks to have even half the effect on Tomura, though, it wasn’t so much the appearance of his skin that concerned you. It was more so how the constant itching sensation affected him.

It was painful, you could tell. It showed in the way he flinched and hissed and scratched himself raw, carving new scars over old ones. It hurt you to watch him hurting, so whatever you could do to help him feel more comfortable in his own skin, you were more than willing to try.

“Ah, man…” you heard Tomura grumble, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “They always let the heroes win. So predicable…”

He turned his attention away from the movie— there was only about ten minutes left now anyway— and instead decided to focus more on you now.

“What’s this one do?” He half-mockingly, half-curiosity inquired, plucking up step three of your six step lotion lineup for the night. He narrowed his eyes as he read the packaging, smirk widening as he asked with a bit of a chuckle, “And what the fuck is colloidal oatmeal?”

You swiped it from his grasp, motioning for him to give you back his hand.

“It helps your skin!” was all you could offer in defense. And then, before he could tease you any further, you said, “Now stop stalling and sit still.”

To humor you, Tomura complied, though the way his entire body relaxed the more you lulled him with the soothing circles you massaged into his hand spoke to just how much he’d needed this. Craved it. He never asked for it himself, but whenever you told him to sit down and let you tend to him, he never tried to argue.

“Y’know, I’ve been trying to do some research,” you eventually admitted, “and I think I might’ve found a few products that could really give you some relief in the long term. They’re pricey but…”

“Well,” Tomura shrugged. “That’s what shoplifting was invented for.”

At that, you gave a gentle chuckle. “Well, some of these things are prescription only…” You shot him a coy glance. “Which is why I’ve also been researching how to commit prescription fraud.”

“Ah,” he replied, perking with sarcasm. “Glad to see your robbery skills are leveling up.”

You let out another laugh, opened the cap to the next ointment. “Forging medical documents might be the boss battle,” you joked.

“Yeah…” he sighed, something in his expression softening then. “But if anyone can beat it, it’s gonna be you.”

You felt yourself warming to his praise. You were his favorite little hacker, after all, your quirk allowing you to enter into any kind of technology— the internet included— and navigate through it as if it were a physical space, your consciousness traveling into the coding and giving you the ability to alter things, to fidget with and rearrange the contents like they were items on a shelf or paintings on a wall.

By now, you were nearing the end of your moisturizing process, a pile of previous lotions, potions, oils, and hand creams collecting on your side of the couch.

“How does it feel?” you asked him. He hadn’t complained about any discomfort, but you still wanted to make sure.

“Mm, pretty good, I think,” he answered. Though, what he really liked most about these exchanges wasn’t necessarily the effect it had on his skin, but rather getting to have your full attention, privately, away from the other members of the League.

He liked how meticulously you tended to his hands, making sure to get every inch from fingertips to wrists.

He liked how you touched him with such gentle care, dare it be compared to love.

“Good,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his as soon as you were done. After these sessions, your palms were even softer than they'd been at the start.

You snuggled against his shoulder, resting your head against it even though it was a bit boney. His hand grasped yours just a little tighter, a silent plea for you to stay here, like this, with him, for just a while longer.

“Thank you…” Tomura eventually muttered, sounding halfway to dozing off. You were starting to drift too, so you almost missed it. But once it registered to you you grinned, softly nuzzling against him.

“Anytime,” you murmured.

Anytime.

League of Villains transparents from the "Emotions" character pages

NO WAY TENKO'S DAD LIGIT SOLD HIM TO AFO! That's the Lov bar in the back, and Afo's text asking "How about his quirk?" And it's not Tenko's memories so it has to be Afo's. This is insane!!

My theory on the Shie Hassaikai boss being used by Afo to fuck up Kai just bumped up in possibility.

I'm shaking.

Ten's dad could've just been besties with his mom's killer, given his hatred for her, and Afo was just using him to get to Tenko. I just want evil Pops to be real (some people like Pops, he gives me a bad gut feeling).

Swept under the rug

Dating Tenko Shimura/Tomura Shigaraki Would Include...

First off, we all know that Tomura Shigaraki has, like no people skills whatsoever.

The only people that he interacts with on/in any sort of personal level are Kurogiri and All For One.

In other words, we all know from the anime, Shigaraki doesn’t do outsiders or new people unless it’s an absolutely pivotal part of his plan to destroy hero society, so if you’re his life you’ve always been his life.

Whether that be because you were another of All For One’s protégés or someone he met before he knew what it truly meant to be a villain, you were always there.

And to be completely honest with you guys, he was drawn to you by sheer human instinct. There was no plan or ulterior motive and in hindsight it almost annoys him.

Since you have been there for Shigaraki (whether it be as forementioned being one of AFO’s protégés or someone he met before he knew what it truly meant to be a villain) you are a constant in every evolving aspect when it comes to the League.

Yes, Kurogiri is kept around also, but that’s because Shigaraki’s plan necessitates a constant and near instantaneous mode of transportation.

He has yet to find a place for you to fit perfectly into his grand scheme, but he’s too selfish to do away with you as he has with so many others.

And to be completely honest, (and we all know this to be 100% true!) with a quirk like his, it wouldn’t be hard to make you disappear almost without a trace.

Because of his inability to get rid of you, Shigaraki refers to you as his Player 2 which had seemed like an odd video game reference at first, until you realized it was his attempt at giving you a meaningful pet name that wasn’t a nuisance to say in front of others.

When you had asked him what the reason for the nickname was, Shigaraki denied its meaning as a term of endearment, stating that it only made sense as he’s Player 1 and you’re the only member of the League–honorary or not–that comes close to his rank. (Especially if you are AFO’s protégé)

He definitely gets jealous when he sees you around Dabi or Compress (especially Dabi though).

He actually gets so jealous when he sees you with Dabi that he starts to scratch his neck raw and look at the 2 of you like a territorial animal. (In other words, he just looks like he wants to kill Dabi.)

“Ooooh~! Somebody’s jealous~!” Toga teases.

Shigaraki whips his head towards her, his red eyes narrowed in an intense glare. “I am not!” he hisses.

Toga lets out a giggle. *Giggle* “Well, somebody’s definitely in denial~” she sing-songs with a grin on her face.

At her words, Shigaraki lets out a growl of frustration and anger, his pale cheeks a bright pink, causing Toga to giggle.

“Shut up Toga!” he grumbles as he turns away from her to stare down at the bar, not wanting to get teased about staring at you and Dabi anymore than he already had been.

After being teased by Toga and Twice about liking you he finally realizes that he does like you!

The thing about that is, he doesn’t know how to tell you since (as I said before) he has NO PEOPLE SKILLS WHATSOEVER!

After All For One is taken down by All Might and put into Tartarus Prison, the League starts falling apart and struggling to find some ground after the loss of their greatest and strongest ally.

As his player 2, you show your support and try to comfort him after the loss of who he considered as his foster father by making sure that he sleeps, eats and you even try to carry some of the burden levied on him.

And for Shigaraki, that was when he knew that his feelings for you were sincere.

He shows you this by removing Father from his face in front of you (and only you) on one (which turns to many) of the nights that you bring him some food.

Exposing himself for you to see his face fully like that is literally the only way that he knows how to be vulnerable.

After a few months of you comforting and helping him with basically anything and everything dealing with the League, he confesses to you (albeit very shyly).

In response to his confession, you reciprocate his feelings by telling him “I like you too Tomura.” and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

After that you are Shigaraki’s girl, make no mistake.

You’re his Player 2 (as I mentioned before).

So, he will, literally, want you to play video games with you.

That’s his idea of a date is you two playing together.

He is a sore loser though, he might love you, but he will pout for hours if you rub a victory in his face.

At the beginning of your relationship, he refused to touch you without your permission, even if he accidentally grazes you he’ll apologize and back away quickly.

He doesn’t want to risk any harm to you nor does he want to make you uncomfortable.

When you do give him permission to touch you, he’s just so gentle about it.

He caresses every curve and bump of your body as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

His favorite thing to touch of yours is definitely your hair.

He just loves the softness of it when he tangles his fingers into it.

He’s not going to do either of those things without his gloves or a single finger up of course.

Shigaraki (as we all know) is very touch starved, so any touch he gets from you is going to make him melt. Especially with how gentle you always are when touching him.

Whenever you cup his face into your hands he just leans into your touch.

As his girlfriend, you know that he just can’t deny that feeling your gentle hands on him is the absolutely most calming thing to him.

When the two of you are walking somewhere he holds out his pinky for you to intertwine yours with.

He is not fond of actual hand holding due to his quirk. (That is until you get him a glove that covers one of his fingers or his whole hand.)

With his gloves he can touch you without having to worry about his quirk but he’s still rather careful just as an extra precaution.

Kisses with Shigaraki in the beginning of your relationship were awkward since he never kissed someone before

After some time and practice he got better though.

The longer your relationship gets, you don’t ever want him to stop kissing you because he’s found a perfect balance between sweet and loving kisses and passionate kisses that leave you wanting more.

If he wants to kiss you or is in the mood to hold you in his arms, he has no shame whatsoever!

He’s going to do it wherever or whenever.

All of the other members of the League know this, so if any of them see you 2 being all lovey dovey with each other, they usually leave the room for fear of seeing the unseeable.

He stares at you hours from his usual spot at the bar whenever you and Toga are on the other side of the room.

If you meet his gaze, he’s not going to turn away, he’ll be unashamed and would keep eye contact with you.

As a boyfriend, Shigaraki is overprotective of you.

Now, it’s not because he doesn’t trust you or think that you can’t handle yourself in dangerous situations, but it’s because he’s afraid that he’s going to lose you.

So, he likes to keep you by his side so that he can protect you and also make sure you’re safe.

When he meets Overhaul at the Shie Hassaikai complex, this is no exception whatsoever, Shigaraki has you by his side as his second in command.

He also makes it VERY clear to him that you are not for trade, that you only stand beside him and no one else.

Another good example of this is when the league fights Deika.

He’d keep you by his side during the fights in the beginning, but when he begins fighting Re-Destro, he sends you away with the Twice clones to keep you safe.

After he wins against Re-Destro, you immediately run to his aid after his leg was broken and he lost three of his fingers, knowing that he was exhausted and malnourished after his month-long fight with Gigantomachia, but he just gives you a big smile.

We’ve all seen what he did to Overhaul for what he did to Magne and then what he did to Re-Destro for Giran, so we all know that if anyone even looks at you funny or threatens you in any way, shape, or form, they will be decayed instantly.

Shigaraki also makes it very clear to everyone (whether it be the other members of the League or anyone he meets/works with) that you are off limits unless they have a death wish.

It’s made very clear that you are off limits unless they have a death wish.

He’s like a cat when it comes to affection.

He’ll come to you when he wants it.

You never expect him to do anything like that.

For example, he’ll wrap his arms around you, plop his head down in your so that you can run your fingers through his hair, or he’ll pull you into his lap at really random moments.

You’d have to all but trick him into doing self-care.

You think his lips are too chapped?

Wear a lot of lip balm and give him long nice long kisses.

You want him to get a good night’s rest?

Entice him into resting with cuddles and/or sex.

You want him to bathe or shower?

You’d have to get in the tub/shower with him

When he becomes the grand commander (the king) of the Paranormal Liberation Front, he makes sure that it’s known to everyone that you’re his second-in-command (his queen), and in charge while he’s undergoing his body modifications.

When you had first heard that he was going to undergo body modifications, you were outraged by the extremely dangerous, lengthy and unnecessary surgery.

In response to your anger with his decision to undergo the procedure he’d be all mopey/whiny since you’re mad at him.

He’d try to resolve the situation quickly since he just wants you too not be mad at him anymore.

After you (albeit very reluctantly since you’d have to watch him be in pain during his visits with Dr. Kyūdai) agree to his wishes of being there for him during the 4 months he’d be undergoing with the modifications.

You stayed with him until the heroes arrived and you hid awaiting his return.

Send in an ask and I’ll add you to the taglist so that you’re tagged for every single x reader post that I post on this blog!!!

It's funny how despite everything that happened to Shigaraki, including the influence of AFO, he still, albeit in a perverted form, continued to follow his dream that he had as a child: he wants to be a hero, if not for the whole world, then at least for his comrades.

Horikoshi is actually insane for this

I've been playing a lot of Dead By Daylight lately and as expected I have to make it about mha

For those of you who don't know, Bakugou is supposed to be saving his teammate Deku but is instead trolling him.

Shigaraki joins in.

It’s honestly so upsetting to see that the majority of people just don’t understand that Tomura doesn’t actually get enjoyment from killing people.

Tomura has literally felt so sick to his stomach that he has thrown up when he has killed people before.

The difference between all of the times Tomura has felt physically ill from killing people and all of the times that Tomura has gotten “enjoyment” from it (Tomura doesn’t feel enjoyment, he feels relief.) is that each time the person he killed had hurt him first.

Killing the people that hurt him is just genuinely the only thing that Tomura can think of to get them to finally stop so that they won’t hurt him anymore.

Tenko had originally reached out to his father for help, only for him to be struck by him with a gardening tool… and only then Tenko killed (with purpose) his father to stop him from hurting him again:

Tomura only wanted to kill the two drunk men after they had hurt him for literally just walking down the street:

Tomura wanting to kill the heroes that had hurt him (with the intention of killing him):

Tomura still doesn’t get enjoyment from killing people who hurt him, but he does experience relief from it…

((Edit: I would just like to clarify that the relief that Tomura feels from killing people that hurt him comes from knowing that they can’t hurt him anymore (relief that he is safe, even if temporarily) It does not come from him getting rid of the “itch” that he experiences (it always comes back, even after killing), like AFO groomed him into believing. I saw someone add that in the tags, and I realized that I never fully explained my thoughts on it. LOL.))

Not to mention, Tomura was literally GROOMED by All For One (which is something that people just like to ignore for some reason…) to even have this desire to kill people in the first place.

And even then Tomura doesn’t have the desire to kill people in the way that AFO wants!

His want for destruction stems from his inherent empathy for others, and his inability to understand how people are able to ignore the suffering of others. Not what All For One has groomed him into believing. (That Tomura’s want for destruction is an impulse that’s something inherent to him.)

Tomura has continued to have empathy for others despite AFO’s grooming, and has showed genuine kindness to the league on many occasions…

All of this is such an important aspect of Tomura’s character and being able to actually understand him, and it’s so disheartening constantly seeing people completely overlook this part of him.

Awe don't hide Tomura

Tomura Shigaraki Dating Chain - every time we meet the goal, you ask a different version of Shigaraki out on a date 🤭

Of course, he might respond in character 😅

Let's try Mall Shigaraki next !!

(Twitter Only, put posting for fun)

Soukoku.

NSFW. Plug in your headphones dude.

This is mainly Chuuya moaning because Mamo doesn’t do R-18 stuff.

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screenshot to see what skin you got !

TW: dark content!!, yandere!shigaraki tomura x female reader, noncon/dubcon, implied kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, begging, anal fingering, piv, tomura is mean, mdni. wc: 2k Synopsis: Tomura thinks it’s time you learned an important lesson.

"I got something for you today."

Here he goes again, you think as you watch Shigaraki place a white plastic bag onto his desk. It’s hard to fight the roll of your eyes, but you do. He’s been in a mood lately and you don’t want to push your luck more than you have. 

It’s become routine, you and him. 

He gets too close, you tell him off. It surprises you that he actually listens and instills some kind of confidence in yourself — in your words. Maybe you have more power over the situation than you thought. 

The rustle of the bag catches your attention and you watch as he pulls out a few things. An energy drink, a small box of what looks like bandages and a small bottle of clear liquid. 

Your brows raise, interest piqued and you sit up a little straighter to see better. 

“What do you—?”

He holds the bottle up and your face scrunches in confusion. His smile is one that sends chills up your spine and you have to will yourself to stop being antsy. 

“Lube. It’s for you!” He says like it’s a birthday gift you’ve waited all year for. “You’ve been so… mouthy lately, I’ve decided to give you something to mouth off about. Won’t that be fun?” 

The question is rhetorical and you no longer fight your antsy movements. Rushing to your feet and taking a pointed step away from Shigaraki, your eyes narrow, “what are you talking about?” You’ve never had to use lube. He’s just taken what he’s wanted and your body adjusts every time — as much as you hated it. 

He places the lube back onto the desk and grabs his energy drink, cracking the can open and taking a sip of the sugary sweet soda. He was calm, patient — eerily so. 

After he’s had his fill of the drink, Shigaraki looks to you and nods his head in the direction of the bed. “Get on it.”

Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you held your hands up to the man before you. “Wait, Tomura, we can—!”

“Oh?” He cuts you off, voice lifted and mockingly playful, “I’m Tomura now? But you were so comfortable calling me shigaraki.” 

He places his drink can back on the desk and fully turns toward you. “I didn’t stutter. Get on the fucking bed.” 

You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you still had to try. Taking a shaky breath, you get onto the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. 

“On your hands and knees.” 

Your blood ran cold, and you tried once more, searching your brain for any sweet words that could placate him. Desperate to find something, anything he would like to hear from you, “please—“

He’s in front of you before you can blink, large hand grabbing your face and pressing your cheeks together, “I’m done playing these games with you,” you can smell the sugar from the drink on his breath as your breathing picks up, pricks of panic lacing your body.

Shigaraki crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your wet mouth. The taste of sweet energy drink was nauseating but you kissed back in fear of what he would do if he didn’t. You’ve exhausted all options and you knew, deep down that anything more would only make things worse. 

He pulls away, a trail of saliva following as he meets your eyes — and god, his smile. He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas and you regret every act of defiance you’ve made against him these past few weeks. 

“Cute.” Was the only word he gave before you were being manhandled onto your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air. 

“You know,” he muses, pressing his clothed erection to your panties, “I’m starting to think you want this. You want to see me angry so I can put you in your place.” 

He backs away to pull your underwear down in one swift movement, making you reach back to attempt to cover yourself. This only irritates him more as he grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back. The angle is as painful as it is uncomfortable. 

You hear him shuffling around behind you, no doubt one free hand of his own making things more difficult — and you take small pleasure in that. It’s short lived though as he seems to find what he’s looking for and you brace yourself for the inevitable. 

There’s the pop of a cap and then smooth cold liquid dripping down your backside and over your hole that makes you shiver. You feel frozen as the liquid trails lower and lower until it’s past the heat of your cunt. 

All it takes is the press of a finger to get you putting up a fight once more. there was no way he was really doing this. He’s never tried this. 

“I shouldn’t even prep you, honestly,” he mutters and you wince as one of his digits slowly push past the ring of muscle. “You’ve been so defiant. You really need to learn some manners.” 

The tears streaming from your eyes are making the pillow below you damp and cold, but you can only sniff in response. “Tomura, please—“

“Please what?” He sinks the finger deeper and you can’t hold back your yelp of pain. 

You shake your head as much as you can, “please stop! It hurts..” 

He pulls out suddenly and you think he’s actually going to listen — that he’s actually done torturing you until-

A hand swings down and slaps your ass, making you cry out. He imitates a buzzer sound before gripping the fat of your bottom, “wrong answer!” 

You thrash more as panic wells up inside when you feel the prodding of two fingers instead of one against your hole. “You know, this is supposed to be your punishment,” both won’t fit and he resorts to only letting one finger penetrate, his other hand massaging the cheek of your behind. “But I’m afraid you may like this too much.”

He is delusional. Shigaraki is the one that’s having the time of his life watching you suffer and writhe. You try to pull forward and away but the hand that was massaging your ass is now grabbing your hip and holding you in place. Your cry is loud as you feel the pressure of another finger join the first and shigaraki wastes no time pumping the digits in and out of your hole. 

You think your crying and begging falls on deaf ears — forcing you to accept the inevitable and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere else but here. You could be dropped off in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a summer heatwave and it would still be miles better than this hellhole. 

Just when you’re about to surrender to your fate and stop fighting it, shigaraki speaks again, “Since I’m so kind and understanding, I’ll give you a choice.” it’s like he sensed you were on the verge of checking out. That would just be too easy. “Which hole do you want me in? Hm? Tell me.” 

He’s gripping your hip tighter and you know there will be bruises formed but your mind could  only focus on this awful option. 

You don’t want him in either. The idea of having to tell him which way to violate you only made you nauseous. But you knew that you had to make a choice because it was always worse when he made one for you. 

“M-my..” you feel sick, swallowing your shame and squeezing your eyes shut as you continue, “I want you in my.. pussy.” 

You could practically hear the smile in Shigaraki's voice, “yeah? Beg for it.” 

He wanted to humiliate you, this was the real punishment. To build you up, give you a false sense of security only to break you down even more. He was sick. 

But you were sicker because you did exactly as you were told. 

“Tomura, please. Please fuck me.” You turned your head, as if you could hide your shame into the pillow below you, “I need you.” 

“Atta girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out and you sigh in relief, nerves calming and shoulders relaxing. You almost melt into the sheets until you feel the pressure of shigaraki’s erection against your cunt. The lube is there and making things wetter than usual but the squeeze will still be uncomfortable. 

You look back, worry lacing your features, “wait, Tomura—“ but you don’t have a chance to finish, he pushes into you, girth stretching you and making your toes curl in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort. 

Shigaraki lets out a sigh of relief, rocking his hips at a steady pace before leaning over you. “Fuck, that’s good.” The hand gripping your hip moves to cup your breast, tweaking the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. 

This was familiar, this was easy. It was not uncharted territory and it was something you could convince yourself was okay. Normal, even.

“Mine, mine, you’re all mine” he babbles into your ear and you don’t turn away, terrified he’ll go back on his words if you do. 

His pace is picking up and you find yourself getting lost in the motions. His body rocking against yours as he changes the angle and oh—

He hits the spot inside and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out. It’s sensitive and it makes your back arch with every deep stroke. 

“Fuckin’ slut, I knew you’d like this.” He mutters, circling his thumb around your unoccupied hole, the lube making it slide with ease, before pressing into the tightness. The pain is dull and the pressure of being filled so much almost sends you over, dragging a whine from the back of your throat. 

The bed shakes from the force of Shigaraki’s thrusts and you feel heat pool in your lower abdomen. You were so close and you hated it. Hated him. But when you felt his warm hand move from your breast, down your stomach until it was splayed out over your cunt — pinkie finger lifted and middle finger brushing your clit with every thrust. 

You were beginning to feel dizzy with pleasure and your head fell onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets below to anchor yourself as you got lost in the feelings. It was overwhelming and you couldn’t bite back your cries and Shigaraki’s thrusts became erratic, he was close too. 

All it took was one more thrust to sweep you over the edge, eyes rolling back as your thighs shook — orgasm claiming you.

“Oh, fuck.” Shigaraki breathed, stilling as his own waves of pleasure overcame him. You barely registered the pulse of his cock as he came deep inside of you. 

You both try to catch your breath, time seeming to still as you panted. Shigaraki was the first to move, you felt him pull out and pause — no doubt watching his cum drip from your cunt — before taking his place next to you on the bed. 

The quiet of the room is deafening and your eyelids feel heavy. You’re as still as a mouse, not wanting to stir and risk him starting up again, but his eyes are already closed. You almost think he’s asleep before he speaks again. 

“Next time,” he starts, stretching before sitting up, “I won’t be so kind. So you should clean up your nasty attitude.”

You nod, dread weighing down your efforts. There wouldn’t be a next time, if you could help it. Regrettably, you tremble at the thought as you realize this is the exact lesson he was trying to teach you.

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