Anything For Our God Tomura 🤌

Anything for our god Tomura 🤌

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Let Me Forgive You

S6 Shigaraki Tomura/GN Reader SMUT 18+

Word Count: 3.6k

AU where Tomura wins in the war arc and comes back 'home' to his beloved. Though, they have mixed feelings it seems. Tomura will fix that. It is absolute filth yall.

WARNINGS: 18+, toxic obsessive/possessive god complex Tomura!!!!, pretty desperate Tomura too, vulgar, some violence, manipulation, guilt tripping, degradtion, sprinkle of praise, name calling, dom/sub, master/pet(?), darcyphilia, grinding, some fingering/cunniligus, spit, drooling, vaginal penetration, Tomura's monster cock

Notes: Just a little something to start it off. I TRIED TO NOT go too crazy. tried very hard to not use (Name) constantly, resorted to just pet names. LOTS OF 'PET'.

The sudden rush of the man's heart beating once again was an electrifying experience, Tomura recalled. Feeling his blood pumping in his veins, along with his body burning with complete power pulsating in his system. The change to Shigaraki Tomura was intense, everything he once was being gone and replaced. Full control over his quirk, All For One now at his disposal too.

Shigaraki would put it as being reborn.

His eyes had snapped open, on the floor of the Doctor's cold lab. Rudely awakened. A hero who kneeled at his side as he had sat up. The first sacrifice for their new god it seems. That hero was only the beginning to his gnarly blood shed. The first to fall to his new power.

The one to start his thirst for turning those heroes into dust or a bloody pulp.

Tomura had a goal he was going to meet, have hero society destroyed and all kneel before him. He will be the one to make them all pay, they will pay for those they left to drown in the curelity of this world.

He may had not been finished with evoling into the form that was planned to take and his army ambushed but Tomura was not going to allow it to hold him back. Pesky heroes always wanting to play unfair. To play dirty. He would show them how such didn't even matter, they only brought their death sooner.

Tomura would demonstrate what he was capable of even just at seventy five percent and that he is an unstoppable force.

And, so he did. Their war destroying the majority of the city. Many falling left and right on both sides, villians and heroes. Tomura ridding those in his way, his league doing their part.

All the heroes attacks were futile. They simply slowed Tomura down if anything. In the end, it was them who fell to their demise. Most laying in the rubble of the city or body ceasing to exist.

Tomura had stood there proudly, blood smearing his body along with sweat and dirt. His tight suit and flaring cape ripped, exposing skin and wounds that were regenerating quickly. Thinking everything that had happened to get to this point.

Tomura had done it. He had won. It took on all those opposed and crushed them. He grinned manically, the smile splitting across his face before bursting out in laughter and arms out. Feeling on top of the world, even beyond that. It was all his. All. His. Tomura deserved what is rightfully his.

Which included, his beloved little pet. Tomura had kept his play thing waiting so long, locked away in a safe house on the outer edge of the city. Away from any possibility of getting involved or, god forbid, to be hurt. How could he protect them while he was away, Tomura would never leave them all alone. Especially with his 'comrades', he doesn't trust any of them with his play thing, who knows what those assholes from the liberation would do.

The only member that knew their exact whereabouts was Skeptic, since he was the one that had been monitoring them the entire time with his technology. Tomura knew that twig wouldn't do anything after the way he threatened him.

His beloved had to stay safe, to stay put. After successfully destroying hero society, he was instantly heading straight for them. His army confused as to where he was going, thinking a celebration was in order. Dabi had even piped up about it. Tomura simply smiled at them over his shoulder, saying to start celebrating without him, that it is well deserved. Explaining vaguely that he still had business to attend to.

His business being them. He needed them so badly, Tomura had the most raging hard on pressing against his suit. All the excitement from the violence turned into a different... excitement. His thick cock pushing and rubbing against the resteicting material, needing their attention. He couldn't stand another second away.

Tomura was quick to get to the safe house, having projected himself through the air with his air canons quirk. The door instantly unlocking as he approached it and he allowed himself in. The house was nothing but the best, larger than most and as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.

He wasted no time, striding straight to their room he had set up for them. A room for them to share when the moment had came. The door slightly agape, soft light peaking through. Tomura could hear a voice though, heart rate picking up and slamming the door right open. The knob breaking in a hole into the maroon colored wall.

There they were. His prize sitting on the slightly tosseled bed, the lighting soft and dimmed. Their head facing him and their own eyes wide. He noticed they were... teary. The news on the TV, reporting on the success of Tomura's battle. Counting the death toll, the faces of heroes that fought appearing next to the reporter. That green haired brat even there, Tomura had put a painful end to him. It showed all the destruction and the impact the war had.

Though, the man barely had given it any mind.

He grinned with a piercing gaze, "I have returned, did my little pet miss their master?". The torn up cape fell to the floor, having unclipped it, as he moved closer but his pet backed away on the bed, slightly curling in on themself.

The look on their face wasn't what he expected to see. It was fearful, they looked horrified. As if he was a threat to them. Tomura stopped in place, "what's that look for?... aren't you happy to see me? after all this time.".

They had instantly looked away. Head moved to the side. "Tomura.. you.. you did it" They murmured out.

"Of course I did it but look at me and answer my fucking question. What's that damn look for?" Tomura spat in response. The other slowly turned their gaze back to him. They were silent for a moment, then they spoke, "you killed... so many innocent people, you killed kids, Tomura".

His fists instantly balled up at his side.

"I was all for your plan, I never doubted you.. but I didn't realize.. I didn't want this, I can't do this" They continued, a hand holding their face as tears welled up and spilled. All Tomura saw was a pathetic display, he was aware his pet wasn't like him. They were still soft on the inside. They had a sense of humanity left, the opposite of Tomura.

However, even then as they voice their displeasure with his actions, Tomura's boner kept strong. Their tears even fueled him. The poor thing is simply confused, he'll help them come to their senses and fast since he cannot stand not fucking them any longer. He needed his little power up. Tomura took a deep breath, sitting on the bed. Back facing them.

"(Name). It was all for the greater good. I wouldn't have done any of this if it had no results, no purpose. It was up to me to make the difficult decisions that no one else could make" His voice was gentle, smooth even. They listened intently. "It was society's punishment, I am their consequences. I did what I was set on this world to do and I thought you understood that, I thought you understood... me".

They jumped up at Tomura's words, panicking from the realization that they have mispoken. Facing him and reaching to him. "No no, of course I understand, I get why you did this, please, I really do-" but Tomura moved away from their touch, standing and crossing his muscular arms.

He gave a disappointed look, "you clearly don't and to think I taught you better. You have forgotten who is in the right, I am the one you are suppose to put all your faith, your everything into. I have turned into a fucking god, I decide this world's future, don't you understand that?" his teeth bared as he almost growled out his words.

They whimpered, head bowed, on their knees near the edge of the bed and regretting their words. They can't stand Tomura being upset with them, they should've known better. "I'm so sorry, Master. I understand".

Tomura looked over his shoulder, a smile creeping up on his lips. Maybe they haven't completely forgotten, still, a reminder was in order. He simply hummed.

He faced them, hand with the metal prosthetic reaching and holding their owm face. Lifting their head to look up at him. The sight made Tomura's crotch throb, the glossy eyes with tears down their cheeks. His breath hitched up.

"Oh, you're sorry, hm? I have been away for months, went through excoriating experimentation and fought a whole war and you make me come back to this. I am more than pissed off with you, brat. I don't fucking deserve this, now do I?".

"No, you don't, Master".

"Exactly. Now, I think it's best for you to make it up to me? Be good and behave for you're new god. Let me forive you. You want my forgiveness, right", Tomura's thumb stroke of their wet cheek, holding himself back from tasting your tears.

They sniffled, nodding their head. Muttering, "of course... my god". That wasn't difficult at all. Tomura almost groaned right then and there. He needed them so badly, they had no idea.

Tomura pushed them down onto the bed roughly, on top of them, hands on either side of their head with white hair hanged over his face. His lover looked him over, eyes glazing over his body. The suit ripped up, showing some skin, his muscles and promiant scars. He was filthy too, sweaty, dirty and dry blood on him. Their eyes went lower and noticed his clear erection. It made their face get hot and the space between their thighs ache.

"It's been so long, too fucking long" Tomura whispered, leaning down and burying his face into the crook of their neck. Taking a deep inhale of their scent, it was comforting to Tomura.

They simply gripped onto the blanket of the bedding, feeling their heart quicken.

His own breathing increasing, the excitement of finally having them all to himself. Tomura's hands moved down their body, gliding along the side of their body to their thighs. Parting them and pressing their bodies together. Metal prosthetic cool on their warm skin. Grip bruising as his hands tightened, the contact making Tomura let out a shaky sigh. His pet whined at such. His cock pressing into their crotch and a shock went through their body.

They could feel that he had... gotten bigger. Though, feeling it simply through his suit made their legs weak. It was going to hurt but even then, they found themself stopping some drool escape their mouth.

Tomura noticed it, his senses so much sharper. He was noticing every little response from them. The small tremors, uneven breathing and noises supressed at the back of tbeir throat. It filled him with such pride. He couldn't help but make a hearty chuckle. Lips to their ear, whispering, "didn't realize how cock hungry you would be. I should've guessed".

They had let soft noises slip out. Their hands finding their place against Tomura's strong chest.

His hips started to move, grinding against them. Rubbing into their pussy that only had thin material to separate them. Tomura could feel the warmth of it, he could already feel himself get drunk on it and he had barely started.

Next thing they knew however, was their clothing being taken off. Exposing their bare flesh to him, panties staying in place. Tomura needing to see the body he absolutely loved to use all up. He held himself up and continued his movement into them, staring at them.

"So damn pretty and you're all mine, all mine for the keeping. Only perfect for me to fucking use. You like that, don't you. You like being used like a doll. Think you made for it, made for me to fuck... Damn it, I've missed this so much" Tomura gritted out.

He suddenly parted his body away, only to move himself lower. Between their spread thighs, panties disgustingly slick. Sticking to them. Tomura absoluty loved it, he loved seeing the effect he had. He gave a manic smile, trailing a finger along it.

"Hm, you filthy slut. Already so wet, how pathetic. You were just crying a moment ago, crying over the deaths these same hands that are touching you caused. Now, they have you soaked. What a joke" Tomura laughed out, before placing his lips against them. Pressing a kiss before licking the fabric.

Tomura's love couldn't stop their trembling. Thighs shaking, threatening to close on his head.

"You're lucky I love this cunt of yours so much, wouldn't even bother with it and let my dick ram it unprepared if I didn't", he pulled the piece down by the elastic, off and threw it to the side, completely vulnerable to him.

Tomura's face stayed close as he began to drag two fingers up and down the slit, torturously slow. His fingers were long and perfect for fingering, he found that out the first time he did it to them. A 'natural' they had put it.

He added more pressure, watching his fingers move against their pussy. Making sure to get the most sensitive spots, like going at their cute attention deprived clit, and let the wetness spread on his hand. After a moment of that, he sank them inside their tight hole. Tomura moaned at the sensation along with (Name).

He wants that to be his cock so bad but he couldn't have his poor toy breaking in a bad way. Tomura wanted to be a good master, not like he would say that outloud.

The man fucked into the others pussy with his deadly fingers, hitting deep and picking up the pace every few seconds. They were making such a disgusting mess, Tomura found it so cute. They couldn't stay quiet with this sorta treatment, his digits making them feel full and it had them close to tears. His dick was going to ruin them.

"That's it, doesn't that feel so much better. This pussy must have been feeling so empty all this time alone, hm. Just wait until my cock's inside you, then you will feel complete" he cruelly said.

Then Tomura pulled his fingers out gave teasing licks, tasting them. His eyes looking up to watch their expressions. Long licks turned into harsh rolling of the tongue and sucks. They squirmed and moaned from such; the state Tomura wants his pet to always be in.

He loved the taste. He loved the scent. He loved the feeling. Shigaraki Tomura loved pussy, he was a certified lover of it he would claim.

Though, he could only do it so long. His boner was painful at that point. Feeling as if it was going to tear through the material of the pants of his suit. Tomura pulled away, a string of saliva connecting from his tongue and them for a second. He stood up to almost rip the suit off of him, undoing it. The belt falling to the floor, upper half off and exposing his new body fully along with his pants pulled down to his mid thigh.

He moaned at the relief.

Tomura's body was insane. More muscles and overall much more defined. They shamelessly stared as they panted. Though, their eyes drifted down and... their heart dropped at the sight of Tomura's cock in all it's glory.

It was monstrous. Larger than they remember, it had to have gotten bigger during the time he was away. It was hot and heavy between his musclar thighs. Tip flushed in a dark color, two or three veins along the shaft, dripping with pre cum with some white pubes that, barely visibly, trailed upwards his stomach. They let the words 'oh my god' slip out.

Tomura ate the reaction up. Grinning darkly as he took a hold of it and gave it a view pumps. He let out breathy sounds before saying, "that's right but hey don't be scared, it won't hurt... that much" laughing out the last two words.

They whined in response, their face burning up. An intense mixture of intimidation and arousal going through them.

"You can suck it another time, slut. Think I am well overdo from being balls fucking deep inside you" Tomura muttered out, grabbing at their body and going back to towering them. In between a standing and leaning over position. He held their thighs once more as he place his dick against them.

His pet watched with wide eyes, trembling violently as they felt to tip nudge at their cunt. They weren't sure wether to cry to just shove it in or that it'll be too much to take.

Tomura was also struggling himself. Struggling to control himself. The small contact of his twitching cock against his little slut's pussy was close to causing him to snap. He isn't that weak, he can't be, how can a god get so worked up.

He kept his cool, jaw slack and muttering a few curses as he rubbed along their needy pussy. Wetness spreading all on it, glistening from it. They were already so wet but he wasn't going to risk anything so Tomura shifted back to spit right between them. The other grimaced.

Tomura held their legs apart, staring intensely between their bodies. His noises becoming even more appreant, groaning and whining as he then moved the tip to push through their little hole.

It was already stretching them open to a point they made a pained sob and Tomura's eye lit up, perking his head up.

"Holy shit, don't you dare hold back those cries from me, you got that. Keep it going. Need to hear you, you're sound so good when you cry like that" he said with such a desperate tone in his voice.

He sank deeper. Sliding in inch by inch. Tomura had just gotten so big that it was unpreparable however. The stretch and ache was painfully pleasurable. It made the other light headed. Tomura drooled from the sensation, eyes rolling up a bit with an almost manic grin once he hit the hilt.

All wrapped up in the hot softness of his lover's insides.

He pushed their legs up for their knees to meet their chest, tits pushing together and it was a view that made his pet feel his cock throb intensely inside them. Tomura whined, rocking right into their warmth. Staying sheathed inside.

"Mm, so lewd. Taking my cock like the obedient whore you are. Bet it feels like I'm splitting you in half but you're pussy is gripping onto it for dear life. Fuck, it's making your Master feel forgiving already... but need more persuasion than this though", with that, he pulled out and slammed right back in. Repeating the movement over and over. Harshly fucking into their body.

His pretty prize made the sweetest noises. Reaching out to him, to hold onto him. In need of his support but Tomura pinned their wrists down.

Strong arms caging them as they laid beneath, having their bodies closer together. Their legs weakly resting on his slender waist. Their body relaxing as kuch as it could, easier for Tomura to ram them.

White hair fell over his eyes as he concentrated on using his pet all up. Catching up on the pleasure he has had set back due to world domination. The slaps of their skin loud and wet. His thrusts harsh and sloppy, too eager to keep up a rhythm. Both shining with a sheen of sweat.

Tomura still ran his mouth as he fucked into them. "Fuck. The perfect reward for your god. Waited too long. Even when those idiots broke me out, being shocked back to life and wiping everyone out, couldn't stop the thoughts of getting to you and fucking you. I could feel how pent up I was, you got no clue how much that took to put that aside. Finally I have you, I've got you. I deserve this, I deserve it all. Everything is mine, you're mine".

He moaned between every few words, which became slurred as he kept pounding into them. His pet was checked out, eyes dazed and on the verge of cumming on his dick. The angle hitting a weakening spot.

Tomura could feel it. Their pussy fluttering and tightening up again. His pace dropped in speed, instead drag his thrusts out to snap deeply back in and savour them. It was definitely making them both melt.

He kept it up before his lover threw their head to the side, making their own breathy moans and cries of his title as their orgasm took over their senses. Tomura lost it as he felt it, arms scooping around their frame and holding them close as he hissed from it. He was going to fill them up. His thrusts became shallow humps, chasing his own climax.

It had happened in the matter of a few more seconds. Cock nestled inside their cunt as he panted, his breathing shaky. Spilling his thick cum deep into them and filling his pet up. It had even leaked out.

Tomura still rocked into then, almost as if he was trying to fuck his cum even deeper into them. He pulled out eventually, sitting up to see the picture perfect view of his lover. All spaced out, twitching and legs shaking as their gods very own cum spilled from their hole, right onto the sheets.

The man grinned, pleased with himself and feeling much more relieved.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to their cheek before softly speaking, "you are forgiven. you will stay behaved from now on, right. Stay good for me".

— HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAY WHEN IN BED WITH YOU

-----------HEADCANONS-----------

HAWKS

“Oh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.”

“You're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.”

“I know I’m a mess-… what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?”

“Lay back and let me do all the work. I’ve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.”

“Hey, don’t shy away from me. C’mere-”

“You’re so fuckin’ soft. Shiiit…”

“Hey—no teasing the feathers.”

“I n-need to-... I just-…-I’m going to start moving now.”

“Arms around my neck and legs around my hips— ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I don’t want you falling on me, at least, not literally.”

“What a good mate, you respond to me so well."

“I’m so fuckin’ deep, my pretty girl-”

“Fuck—I can’t... I’m not gonna last-”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.”

“God I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after I’ve knocked you up.”

“We're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.”

“Tell me you love me-… tell me again.”

“I do get ahead of myself often, but I can’t help it. I just know we belong together-”

“What do you say we try for a baby this time?”

"You’d be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...”

“Touch yourself, c’mon. Let me see how you play the right notes.”

“You're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.”

“Let me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.”

“No one’s gonna hear if I put my hand here… no biting, hun.”

“I’ll make it quick, darling... just—let me… let me go again.”

“Need a hand or a finger?”

“Just wait, baby... Fuuuuck—give me a damn minute.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Arch your back, there you go, such a good girl.”

“Fuck, even after cumming you aren’t ready to accommodate my size. Don’t worry, baby,” he kisses your creased forehead, “—then just the tip this time.”

“Shit, I can’t help it—” you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. “I just like you so damn much!” He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper.

“Just bear with me, I swear I’ll eat you for hours after…. Please, pretty, pleaseeeee…” He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans.

“No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ain’t I, beautiful?”

“C’mon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter… my cock’s rubbing those hard-to-reach places…. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.”

“I’m painfully close-…. Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet…”

“Is this your sweet spot I’m bullying?”

“Each thrust is inching you closer… should I slow down or go faster?”

“Deeper? Okey-… just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.”

“Give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“Try to keep your eyes open, I know it’s hard…b-but try for me beautiful.”

“Go ahead and sleep, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

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DABI

“What’d I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?”

“I’ve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?”

“Open your legs, not gonna say it again.”

“Doesn’t hurt, its already scarred skin.”

“If I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get it— I’ve already told ya, it doesn’t hurt anymore-”

“Bury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.”

“Stop pushing me away. You’re gonna take it all, don’t make me shove it down your throat.”

“You love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.”

“Nuh-uh, you haven’t cum yet.”

“I said ass up.”

“You want it so bad? beg.”

“Take them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Don’t try me.”

“Harder,” he mutters, not a minute after you started. “Harder,” he demands again.

“Could you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.”

“Can barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.”

“Fuck,” he bit out. “Yes, fuck…. Just like that.”

“Come on pretty girl. Ride me till you’re numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.”

“Move my hands again and see what happens-”

“Fuck—”

“Sorry, baby-… I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.”

“Sit on it.”

“Worried it won’t fit? We always make it work just fine—”

“I don’t have condoms, they’re annoying.” He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience.

“Don’t move—Just gimme a minute… F-Fuck…”

“You fuckin’ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spot— …” He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.

“Did you do that on purpose, princess? ‘cause now we are doing it every time.”

“Fuck that. Don’t know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.”

“Stop it, no more whining—I’ll do my best to be…. gentler.”

“Really? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.”

“Ridiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.”

“Fuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.”

“Should I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.”

“Unless you were playing with yourself before I got here, I’m guessing this is because of my pretty face?”

“Over my knee, now.”

“Sure, I love ya— but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckin’ spread them for me.”

“Want me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-”

“One’s never enough, I know my princess’s pussy and its begging for another.”

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BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)

“Do you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?”

“You can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve waited so long for this...”

“That’s it... slow and easy—”

“How much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?”

“You ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? —don’t shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.”

“Take it off before I tear it off.”

“Baby... please...I hate to beg-”

“Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”

“What a naughty little girl I have just to myself.”

“Ugh, so hot and wet.”

“I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”

“I’d hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.”

“It’s so warm...”

“Who do you belong to?”

“Whose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.”

“God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like it’s hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

“As you wish, princess.”

“You gonna cum?”

“Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

“Fucking take it... take every drop...”

“Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”

“I said spread those fuckin’ folds.”

“So wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. It’s like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.”

“Aren’t you a sight. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”

“That’s right, darlin’. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”

“Oh, did you think we were finished?”

“Did I stutter or somethin’?”

“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you.”

“Don’t move—Just a sec… F-Fuck…”

“No, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.”

“Shit, darling, don’t-”

“God, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...”

“You feel so wonderful, I might go crazy—"

“More... please, more...”

“Fuck, I’m stretching you so good.”

“God, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I can’t stand it.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You’re my precious BABY, now and forever."

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SHIGARAKI

“It isn’t even a ‘might’. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.”

“Keep looking into my eyes, don’t you fuckin’ look away…”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He coos in a demeaning tone. “I’ll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.”

“I can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, I’m player one!”

“I know, I’m keeping track of my digits, don’t worry your pretty head.”

“You are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.”

“I can’t- I’m dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Don’t move, I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“My pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabric’s straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammit” Shigaraki’s practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. “Can we go now? Like right NOW?!”

“MY girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.”

“You want him dead. You got it.” Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. “—Of course, I will. You are my everything.”

“It hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.”

“Fuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuck…!”

“Please fuck me.”

“H-hey, I know a fun game we can play together… It’s called ‘how many times can I make you cum all over my cock?’”

“One point, five points, ten points—Cumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?”

“Now... care if I use my mouth on you?”

“Just be good for me, and I’ll take very, very good care of you.”

"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?"

“Just looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.”

"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cock—ngh!”

"S-Shit,"

"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful."

"What? Fainting on me already?"

"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."

“Just fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!”

“Have it your way then.”

"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! I’m gonna die—"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy… take your pick-”

"Are you close, sweetie?"

“My feisty little girl. Aren’t you just adorable?”

"Good girl. Give me a minute and I’ll clean up that mess you made."

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that you’re mine.”

“I just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didn’t want to... you know, waste the moment.”

“Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.”

“You don’t have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.”

“Go on, get on your knees.”

“Ngh, that’s it, keep going...”

“You look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.”

“I want you all to myself.”

“H-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKIN’ MINE!!”

I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)

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2 years ago

I may already had reblog that but this is just amazing

Listen To Your Demons

Pairing(s): Quirkless!Incel!Shigaraki x Fem!Succubus!Reader

Content Warning: smut, 18+ minors dni i do check, major teasing, light misogyny, demon talk/ritual talk, switch energy, slight degradation

A/N: no one requested this, but honestly i had a dream about this and couldn’t get this out of my head. enjoy! (unedited)

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9 months ago

hands-off, hands-on - a shigaraki x f!reader fic

This was inspired by this art and a comment left on it about the risks of trying to jerk off with a quirk like Decay. It was also inspired by @obsessedtomone and @scarlettcryptid, who encouraged me to write it and then to post it. The pun in the title was my idea and not their fault.

Shigaraki's quirk makes life difficult in a lot of ways, but there's only one he can't find a way around, and since you joined the League of Villains, it's gotten even worse. When the truth comes out at last, he's expecting it to be a disaster and nothing else. He definitely isn't expecting you to offer to help. (cross-posted to Ao3) Canonverse, one-shot, smut.

Shigaraki Tomura’s quirk is everything to him. It’s how he found himself alone in the world as a five-year-old, even if he can’t remember the details. It’s why Sensei took an interest in him, why Sensei took him in, why Sensei chose him to carry on his work. It’s the perfect tool for someone like Shigaraki, who hates everything, who wants nothing more than to destroy everything he doesn’t like. Decay is the best thing that’s ever happened to Shigaraki. And at the same time, it absolutely, categorically sucks.

Shigaraki might hate everything, but he doesn’t hate it all the time, and the times when he doesn’t hate it are times when he’d love to be able to just have whatever it is without being one wrong move away from ruining it. Name a thing he likes, and his quirk is ready and waiting to fuck it up – gaming, eating, sleeping, even reading the fucking newspaper. He can do all those things four-fingered, if he stays focused. It’s the stuff he can’t stay focused on that’s impossible.

He can’t stay focused when he’s horny, at least not enough to keep from potentially Decaying his dick off. Shigaraki doesn’t actually know if his quirk works on himself, and he’s not interested in finding out. And that means that no matter how horny Shigaraki gets or how many poorly timed boners he pops, jerking off is permanently off the table.

That’s not to say Shigaraki’s never finished. He has. He’s spent so much time humping pillows that he had to learn to do his own laundry. But there’s something really pathetic about being twenty years old with two working hands and still be stuck grinding on a pillow to make himself come, and it always takes so stupidly long. Now that Shigaraki’s got the League of Villains, now that he’s got plans to make and Sensei’s legacy to fulfill, he doesn’t have that kind of time. When he wakes up with the world’s worst morning wood after a dream he doesn’t remember clearly, there’s nothing he can do but wait for it to go away.

It fades – enough – but the feeling doesn’t, and eventually Shigaraki doesn’t have a choice but to drag himself out of bed. He slinks from his room to the bar, hoping it’ll be empty, with the rest of the League out and about preparing for the mission and Kurogiri somewhere nearby if Shigaraki needs him but not actually right there to ask him what’s bothering him. Shigaraki can pour his own drinks. Maybe he can get out of this if he gives himself whiskey dick on purpose. Kurogiri’s not in the bar, just like he was hoping, but it’s not empty, either. You’re there, sprawled out over the bar with a sweating glass of water on a coaster in front of you.

Shigaraki’s jaw clenches at the sight. “What are you doing here?” he demands, and you look up. “Don’t you have something to do?”

“I did it already.” You yawn. “Using my quirk tires me out.”

“Really?” Shigaraki can’t keep the irritation out of his voice. “Making people stupid is that exhausting?”

Your quirk is a weird one. It lets you increase or decrease a target’s ability to plan, reason, problem-solve, remember things, and learn – in other words, their intelligence. “From this distance, for as many people as you need me to hit?” You yawn again and drop your head back down to the bar. “Yeah. Remember, I have to keep them all being stupid the same way, right up until it’s too late. Or your plan won’t work.”

Shigaraki had the pieces of the plan before he made you use your quirk on him, but once you used the quirk on him, he did some fine-tuning on the strategy, and he came up with the idea of using your quirk the opposite way, too. While the rest of the League is planning to make the attack on UA’s summer training camp a success, you’re using your quirk every day on the heroes in charge of planning the camp itself. Shigaraki’s not actually going to know if it works until after the attack, and that pisses him off. “Go nap somewhere else, then.”

“I’m not going to bother you,” you say. “Where else am I supposed to go, anyway? Your room?”

Shigaraki’s this close to saying yes, just to get you to leave, before he remembers what his room looks like – and remembers that he spent a while trying to see if grinding one out would work this time. He can’t kick you out of the hideout. You look like shit, and you’ll attract a lot of attention. “Fine. Shut up.”

“Yep.” You fold your arms on the bar and rest your head on them, shutting your eyes.

Even when you aren’t looking at him or talking, your presence bothers Shigaraki. It’s bothered him since the beginning – as much as he’s bothered by the others, in a different way than he’s bothered by the others. While the others can at least manage to avoid pissing Shigaraki off, there’s nothing you do that doesn’t cause some kind of problem. If you’re talking to him too much, he’s annoyed because he doesn’t know why you’re talking to him. If you’re not talking to him, he’s pissed about that, too. If you’re not around, he’s mad that you’re avoiding him, and if you are around, he wishes you weren’t. The fact that you’re here was a big problem for him even before he started having the dreams.

Shigaraki can’t remember the details of last night’s dream, but he knows you were in it. He pours himself a drink, takes the bottle with him, and sits down at the far end of the bar from you. You don’t look up again, and Shigaraki finishes his first drink, then half of his second, with no improvement on the situation. He shifts on the barstool, trying to get more comfortable. He needs to find something else to do. Something that will distract him from how stupidly horny he is.

You’re right there, and being irritated with you for doing anything at all is as good a distraction as anything else. “If all you’re doing is making a couple of heroes slightly dumber, you’re not really pulling your weight, are you?”

You don’t stir, but Shigaraki sees your shoulders stiffen. “What else should I be doing?”

“More,” Shigaraki says. You lift your head to look at him dead on, and Shigaraki hates that so much that he loses his train of thought for a second. “I don’t want them slightly dumber. I want them so stupid they can’t walk in a straight line. You have to get closer to them for that? So get closer. Get out of here and –”

“If I make them that stupid, the heroes will know that something’s wrong,” you interrupt. “My quirk’s in the government databases. If I do anything too obvious, they’ll know I’m working with you, and they’ll change their plans. Or they’ll change who they’re using to execute those plans. For my quirk to work on someone, I need to know who they are.”

Shigaraki knows how your quirk works. He’s not stupid. “I could do what you want me to do, but it would ruin your plans,” you say. “I don’t want to do that.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I wanted to take a nap,” you say. You sit up straight on your stool, get to your feet and start towards Shigaraki. “Now I want to know what I did to piss you off.”

You’re coming closer. Shigaraki feels a surge of panic. “Get away from me.”

“No.” You sit down one barstool away from Shigaraki, but still way too close for comfort. Shigaraki’s skin feels hot, and in spite of the fact that he left his room wearing sweatpants, they’re getting tight. “You let me join the League, but ever since I got here, I can’t do anything right. You’re mad at me all the time, and today you’re even madder than usual.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” you say. You keep staring. Shigaraki looks away, and you say the first thing he’s ever heard you say that makes you sound like a villain. “Either you can tell me the truth, or I’ll use my quirk on myself and figure it out.”

Shigaraki’s stomach lurches. “I thought you were too tired to use your quirk.”

“Not on myself,” you say. Shigaraki glances back at you. You’re almost smiling. He’s seen you smile before, talking to Toga or Magne, but not like that. “You can tell me, or I’ll find out on my own. Your choice.”

You’re not screwing around. Shigaraki thinks fast. He could Decay you, but – Shigaraki writes off the thought before he can even complete it. He has to tell you something, and it has to be convincing. But he doesn’t have to tell you everything to keep you from using your quirk. It’s going to be humiliating, but nowhere close to as humiliating as the whole truth, and he opens his mouth and spits it out. “I’m horny.”

You blink. “So jerk off.”

“I can’t.” Shigaraki sees your eyebrows lift, skeptical as hell, and loses patience, even as his face heats up. “My quirk. Anything I touch with five fingers –”

“And you can’t jerk off without –” You break off mid-question, looking just as uncomfortable as Shigaraki feels. “So you’ve never –”

“No, I have, I just –” This is way more information than you need to know. Shigaraki grits his teeth. “You wanted an answer. There’s your answer. Leave me alone.”

You don’t leave Shigaraki alone. You actually move over onto the stool next to his. “So you’re just going to be a dick to me any time you’re horny.”

It’s your fault Shigaraki’s horny. Before you showed up, he could deal with things on his own, but now instead of videos and games to fixate on he has fantasies – because he can imagine about what you’d look like under him, what you’d sound like, what you’d feel like. All of which are the worst possible things for Shigaraki to be thinking about right now. He’s completely hard, again. Maybe you can tell, or maybe you’re using your quirk on him after all, because you’re making a really weird face. “If you’re going to be a dick any time you’re horny –”

You break off. Shigaraki thinks, fleetingly, about Decaying you. At this point he’d rather Decay himself, because if even he kills you, he’ll still have to remember that this happened. You take a deep breath, let it go. “Do you want help?”

Shigaraki’s mind blue-screens for a second. “What?”

“If this is why you’re like this, then it’s easy to fix,” you repeat. Your hands are clenched into fists on your thighs, and you slowly uncurl them. “Do you want me to help?”

“Help with what?”

“Jerking off,” you say. You make an awkward gesture, and every muscle in Shigaraki’s body goes tense as he imagines your hands around his cock. You have to be messing with him. There’s no way you’re actually offering – that. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Shigaraki finishes his drink and stands up before he can think any more about it. He grimaces as his cock strains against the fabric of his pants, and feels a surge of embarrassment when he realizes you’re looking at it – but it’ll be over soon. In the face of getting some, and getting it from you, nothing else matters. “Let’s go.”

Shigaraki’s nerves kick in on the walk back to his room. Not enough to make the hard-on he’s coping with fade even slightly, but enough to remind him that this is probably a bad idea. But you’re following him, and you haven’t changed your mind. Shigaraki’s not chickening out first. The nerves get worse when he opens the door to his room and realizes what a mess it is. “Uh –”

“Where do you usually sit?” You don’t look impressed – or disgusted, now that Shigaraki thinks about it. “On the bed?”

Shigaraki sits down on the bed – which he didn’t make, because he never makes it – and you sit down next to him. You don’t do anything. “I thought you were going to help me.”

“Show me what you do,” you say. Shigaraki stares at you. His heart is racing, his pulse hammering so hard that he feels it everywhere. “Go as far as you can, and then I’ll keep doing what you do.”

That makes sense, probably. Shigaraki’s mind is startling to scramble. He decides to think about it later and catches the hem of his shirt, hiking it up and out of the way. He knows from experience that it’ll slide back, so he pins it between his teeth and reaches down to his waistband, shoving at it until his pants are down around his thighs and his cock is free.

His hard-on looks like it feels. Uncomfortable, leaking, hot to the touch when he wraps three fingers and his thumb around his shaft. Shigaraki tries a few of the same insufficient strokes as always and feels the muscles in his abdomen and thighs clench. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. A frustrated sound edges out around the fabric in Shigaraki’s mouth. Aren’t you supposed to help him? He looks at you. You’re looking away.

“Hey,” Shigaraki says, the hem of the shirt falling from his mouth, and you look at him. “You wanted to help. Pay attention.”

Your face is flushed. You nod, and you reach out – but only so you can grasp the hem of Shigaraki’s shirt and pull it out of the way again, your knuckles brushing over his abdomen in a way that makes him twitch. You’re sitting closer to him now than you were before, close enough that he can almost feel the heat of your body, and imagine how it would feel to have you pressed against him. One of your hands is holding his shirt up. The other comes to rest on his lower abdomen, fingertips brushing through his hair, centimeters away from the base of his cock.

Shigaraki squirms involuntarily, trying to move your hand lower and jeopardizing his own strokes at the same time. Even when he lifts his hips to meet his own hand, he can’t lose control the way he wants to, can’t chase the feeling he needs. He needs it. He needs it and he’s never come even close to having it, until now. Shigaraki tries to focus. You’re only going to help once he’s gone as far as he can, so he’d better get there as fast as possible.

He shouldn’t have told you to pay attention. Now you’re watching everything, your face still flushed and your eyes glued to Shigaraki’s every move, taking everything in. Do you like this? Do you like watching Shigaraki’s pathetic attempts to get himself off? Whether you like it or not, you’re still touching him when you don’t have to. Shigaraki’s fingers tighten involuntarily around his cock, his fourth finger almost coming down, and he loosens up in a hurry. But that’s no good, either. He tries again.

It’s the same as always. Shigaraki makes it one or two strokes before it gets dangerous, enough to show him what he could have and not enough to get him there. He’s sweaty and his heart is beating too hard and the same frustrated tears as always are stinging his eyes. He curses, lets go – and a warm hand slides between his legs to replace his.

Shigaraki almost comes on the spot. It takes every ounce of willpower he has, and he almost blows it again as he watches you adjust your hold on him, shaping your hand more closely around his cock. You’re slow about it, but you sure as hell aren’t hesitant. Shigaraki can’t look for longer than a few strokes. It’s too humiliating to see the intensity of his own reaction, precum oozing from the tip of his cock and his hips jerking upwards into your hand. He clenches his jaw and shuts his eyes.

“Hey. Pay attention.” Are you making fun of him? Shigaraki opens his eyes and finds you looking at him. “I need to know if I’m doing it right.”

“What do you think?” Shigaraki forces the words out through gritted teeth. “Do you need me to tell you you’re doing a good job or something?”

“That might be nice,” you muse. Your hold on him loosens slightly – not enough to complain about, more than enough to read as a threat. “Since I can’t do anything else right around here, I at least want to be good at getting you off.”

Your grip tightens again, and you run your thumb lightly over the tip of Shigaraki’s cock at the end of the next stroke. Shigaraki couldn’t pull a move like that if his fucking life depended on it, which it would. He was going to tell you not to ask stupid questions, like if you’re good at getting him off when he’s two seconds away from blowing his load all over himself, but instead he moans, so loudly that people can probably hear it two streets away. You replay the same stroke, slower this time, pulling Shigaraki’s back into an arch to match the upward motion of your hand, and then you spend a few seconds just toying with his tip, barely touching him at all.

Are you trying to make him squirm? Shigaraki hates that it’s working, hates that you won’t just give him what he needs – but then you’re back to stroking his cock again, and Shigaraki relaxes, as much as it’s possible to relax. It feels good, even better than he thought it would. And even better than that, because he doesn’t have to do anything. All he has to do is sit back and enjoy it.

“Hold your shirt up,” you say, and Shigaraki grabs it clumsily. Your now-free hand traces quickly down Shigaraki’s chest, along his stomach, skidding sideways over his hip before sliding between his legs. There’s not room for both of your hands. Shigaraki spreads his legs without thinking twice.

You make a weird sound – maybe a gasp. “Stop that,” you say, but now you’re cradling his balls in addition to stroking his cock, so Shigaraki’s not interested in stopping much of anything. “It’s working.”

No shit it’s working. Shigaraki’s entire body is wound tight, so much that he can’t even twitch or thrust or squirm – all he can do is strain, agonizingly tense, every atom of his body focused on the motion of your hands. Shigaraki squeezes his eyes shut. His shirt crumbles away as he claws at it, the sheets on his bed going the same way a second later as he fights to ground himself. He needs more. Shigaraki needs to come right now, before he grabs onto something he can’t replace.

The word struggles out of his mouth sideways, twisted and strained just like the rest of him. “Please –”

You don’t answer him, but Shigaraki feels you shift closer to him. He opens his eyes and you’re right there, close enough that he can feel your breath against his skin. You’re watching him, head tilted, lips parted, so close. Shigaraki’s so close, and he needs more from you. He seizes the front of your shirt to pull you down to him, only for it to Decay when you’re halfway there. But Shigaraki gets lucky. You lean in the rest of the way and press your lips against his.

It’s not because of that. Shigaraki’s coming hard enough to see stars, hard enough that he blacks out for a second, but it’s not because you’re kissing him. His cum spills everywhere, onto his sweatpants and his stomach and over your fingers, and you keep stroking him with slick hands. You don’t pull away until Shigaraki’s whining against your mouth and you’ve drawn out every drop of cum he has to give.

And then you sit back, and let go, and look away. “I need a new shirt.”

You’re sitting next to him, on his bed, in just your bra. The sight would get Shigaraki hard again in an instant if you hadn’t just made him come hard enough to disconnect his spine. He raises a shaky hand and points to his hoodie, slung over the back of his computer chair, but you don’t go for it. Instead you get up and head to the bathroom to wash your hands.

Shigaraki needs to wash everything. His sweatpants, himself – the stupid mattress, since he was dumb enough to Decay the sheets off it right before he blew what feels like the biggest load in history. What else was he supposed to do, though? No way was he going to be able to control himself while you worked him over. No way is he going to be able to think about anything else the next time he sees you do anything with your hands. Or with your mouth.

It occurs to Shigaraki vaguely that while he’s solved the initial problem of being too horny to function, he’s set himself up for something even worse – more dreams, made all the more vivid because he’s got experience to back them up. He might be good to go for now. Probably for the rest of the day, since it’ll be a miracle if he can do anything other than clean up and take a nap. But he’ll be right back where he started the next time he wakes up from another dream about you.

The water from the sink shuts off, and a moment later you come back out, snagging Shigaraki’s hoodie off the chair and pulling it on over your bra. Shigaraki feels a faint twinge of foreboding at the sight, but it fades fast. Sure, he could wake up tomorrow morning with the boner from hell and it’ll be all your fault. But now he’s got a way out of it, and the way out of it is so good that what it takes to get there barely even matters. And he’s in a good enough mood to admit to himself that you do things right a lot more than you do things wrong.

Which reminds him – “Hey,” Shigaraki says, still humiliatingly breathless, and you pause in the act of pulling the hood up. “You did a good job.”

He might still be out of breath, but your face is still flushed. “Good,” you say, and you turn to leave. Shigaraki doesn’t hear you speak again until you’re already out the door. “Next time I’ll do better.”

Better might kill him. Next time. Shigaraki pulls up his sweatpants so his dick isn’t hanging out, makes no other effort at cleaning up, and falls asleep with something that feels like a smile on his face.

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