i need more yandere shigaraki idc what you do with it just please give me more
tw: not proofread, yandere, stalking, noncon, somnophilia
Online boyfriend!Tomura who you began dating a year ago after befriending him through a video game.
You go about venting and yapping about the petty things he couldn’t care less about on voice calls. But he listens, jerking off to your voice as he mutes himself, spilling all over the screen when you realised he’s been quiet for some time now; repeatedly calling his name until he apologises with staggering breaths.
“S-Sorry, I got distracted.”
“Mmm, you’re always neglecting me!” you whine, not knowing his palms are sticky just because you. Isn’t this a sign of his love? Gosh, he had to bite his tongue to not tell you that.
He never gives you pictures of himself no matter how much you beg, but it’s a different case for you. He demands to have you send him photos when you’re out with your friends as proof—zooming in on the screen to make sure there’s no guys around. And if he catches one, he blows up your phone with “who the fuck is that?”, “you think you can cheat on me and get away with it?” and his tone turns venomous, fangs bared and ready to maul. Then, the guilt trips follows shortly after. Tomura is clever enough to turn the tables on you and make you apologise with your adorable voice messages spewing some shit like
“I’ll be careful next time! M’sorry, Tomura. I love you.”
God, you’re so fucking dumb and gullible. You don’t even realise your boyfriend is a wanted villain, and he’s been watching you in real life without your knowledge. You don’t realise the guy with his hoody up in the alley near your house is him, nor the person who follows the same route as you at night after you leave a cafe. How easy must it be for you to be snatched off by some weirdo. But you’re in good hands because your Tomura is always watching over you.
You ask him when’s the time you can finally meet, almost like you’re craving to see him and he always delays the date. He’s busy, it’s work, or it’s inconvenient. And you? Still the adorable dumb bimbo who whines and says
“alright, guess we’ll have to wait a lil longer.”
You tell him the things you want to do with him when you meet. You say you want to hold his hands—not knowing he’d be the last thing you feel before you crumble into nothingness, you want to wear his hoodie, the same ones he fucks his fist in thinking about his sweet little girlfriend, and you want to give him lots of kisses.
In turn, he imagines how soft you’d feel against him, how much cuter you could be if you’re in his clothes and the moans spilling from your lips he’d swallow as he fucks your cute little cunny.
Oh, Shigaraki Tomura is a villain through and through. Deceiving you into thinking he’s just some normal dude, and that you’re in a normal long distance-like relationship. He imagines the colour draining from your face when you somehow finds out his identity—he’s no mediocre fuck, nor a nice guy. He’s Shigaraki, fucking, Tomura.
Of course, villains never get their happy endings, do they? You had to call him one night, hesitant and all—and tell him you’re breaking up.
Hah—fuck. You? The only person he’d let into his heart, the only person who he wants to protect in this fucked-up world, the one who promised to always love him and stay by his side? His sweet sweet girl is actually abandoning him?
No. Fucking. Way.
You don’t even let him speak before you hang up, and block him on all platforms. You turn your accounts private so he can’t stalk you on his alts. You’re really testing him, huh? But it’s okay. He understands that couples fight—and this is just another silly argument blown out of control. You want him to chase you, and apologise while you play hard to get, don’t you? He’ll play your game.
At first, he slips back into your life with letters in your mailbox.
I’m sorry, baby. Tell me what I did wrong so I can properly apologise to you. I love you. You know that. You got me begging, you better unblock me, you stupid bitch.
He watches your reaction through the webcam of your laptop, long hacked in—your eyes were wide, throat bobbing like you’re suppressing the urge to puke. Maybe he was too aggressive at the end of his note. He’ll try again.
I’m sorry again, for the tone in my last note. I’m not used to this. I haven’t been okay ever since you left started giving me the cold shoulder. I miss you so much. I miss your voice. I love you.
It went unopened. Tossed into the trash before you could even read the contents. You must’ve wanted him to be more direct. Ahh, his needy girl.
So there he was, knees sinking into your mattress as you sleep like the world is safe and so were you. It barely took him a few minutes to enter your apartment, someone else could take advantage of that, you know? You’re so fucking dumb—it’s okay though, because your Tomura is always there to take care of you.
That’s right. Your Tomura, slipping your shorts and panty off, hovering over your sleeping form with his pants taut at the crotch, rubbing your clit with a course thumb.
It’s not the first time he’s seen you in the flesh, but he’s never seeing you this close, your pretty features illuminated by the moonlight peering through your window—soft, petal lips slightly parted with those adorable gasps spilling through. He’s so lucky to have a beautiful girlfriend like you—as if he’d let go. The gods would have to pry his fingers off of your body to part the two of you. He’d take you right then and there, he’d let you know you belong to him and something as fickle as a lover’s quarrel would not soil the love you share.
You said you wanted to give him loads of kisses when you get to meet him, right? So he licks his lips and paste them along your jaw, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair and feeling his boner hardening at the whiff. His finger slowly dips into your core, thumb still teasing your now-hardened clit.
His free hand comes to pull your top, and he can’t help but sucks in a sharp inhale when your tits lay so prettily in front of his eyes—his mouth watering, craving to roll your nipples with his itching tongue. Gingerly, he lets his four fingers grope your breast, your flesh spilling between his digits. His head lowers to taste your nub, his tongue savouring the sweet layer of sweat coating your soft flesh. You moan as your hips buckle, grinding against his hard on when his fingers curl at your special spot.
Fuck, fuck, fuckk—you’re driving him crazy even in your sleep.
Your moans grow louder, needier, more desperate when he continues to rub your g-spot, your walls tightening around his digits as if your body was refusing to let him go. He swears he could come with just listening to you and groaning with your sweet nipple in his hot mouth.
You’re close, he can feel it. You’re gonna cum from his fingers, in your sleep. Fucking hell.
You shriek when you come, your senses finally returning to yourself. “W-Who are you?!” seriously? You’re asking a question like this with his fingers glistening with your juices and your tits in his face? Obviously, he’s none other than
“Your Tomura.”
Your face falls when you hear his name, “T-Tomura?” You look like you’ve seen a ghost, tears welling up in your eyes. “Y-You’re Tomura?! Why are you doing this? S-Stop!” You’re already begging, barely registering the sight and the feeling you woke up to.
“Shhh. Calm down, baby. It’s okay, you miss me?” his lips curl into a grin, cheeks feverishly burning. You’re finally looking at him. You finally see him. He’s here, in front of you—your Tomura, your boyfriend, your love.
“No—stop! Get away from me, I’ll hate you if you don’t!” you try to push him off of you, limbs desperate to free yourself but your thrashing came into piffling futility when he pins your wrists against the mattress, your face twisting when he neared you. You could feel his hot, stuffy breath against your neck, your skin scrawling with goosebumps when his cracked lips graze your flesh.
“I lied about my quirk, Y/N. I can turn you into dust with the touch of my 5 fingers. It’s up to you to believe me or not, but I wouldn’t want to move much if I were you,” you stiffen upon his words, tears rolling down your cheeks as you huffed for air—panic rising in your chest like a rousing volcano.
“Let me go, please. I’m begging you. Don’t kill me,” your voice cracks in trepidation, airy like your words were tripping off your mouth.
“No, no. I won’t kill you,” your eyes train at his movements as he freed a hand to tug his sweats down, your chest pumping with dread, your head shaking ‘no’ when your sight flick to his bloodshot eyes. You felt like you were begging a demon for mercy. This is no Tomura. This is a monster.
Your thighs slam shut, but the pads of his four fingers trace the side of your leg, reminding you of what he was capable of. So you let him push you open, still begging him through your tear-filled eyes.
“I love you, Y/N. Even if you fucking hate me, I’ll never let you go,” you could feel his meaty cock kissing your pussy lips, his slippery tip spreading them apart, rubbing against your clit.
“W-Wait! Tomura!” you tried again, but you were too late. The air in your chest rose only to be stuck in your throat when he slams himself in until he reaches his hilt. Your walls spasm around his size, a sob ripped through your throat at the burn.
“Fuck—I’m inside Y/N’s tight little pussy. Ahh—I can just cum like this, you know?” he’s completely ignoring you, forehead pressing against yours as he peers down to look at the way he disappears between your thighs; basking in the bliss of entering the very pussy he’s been dreaming of for the past year. “Your insides are so warm, it feels good,” he whines as he presses against your tummy, your muscle shift and you swear you can feel this shaft pressing taut against your walls.
“Tomura, i-it too big!” you try to lift yourself away, only to let out another lewd moan as his cockhead rubs against your sensitive g-spot when his hips roll.
“You’re so soft. So warm. So fucking perfect,” you could tell your words are not even registering in his mind as he continues to groan about how much he needed you, calloused fingers sinking into your hips as he began thrusting—sloppily pulling out then stretching your throbbing walls over and over again, teasing the deep special spot you didn’t even realise you had.
You don’t even realise you’re starting to get needier, your hands gripping onto his shirt and you’re panting like a dog in heat. The room turns stuffy quick and you somehow find his lips moulding into yours—the way he kisses as sloppy as the way he fucks, but it only draws you in more; until you’re chasing his cracked lips and sucking until he groans.
“Mmm—fuck,” you swear when your mouths part, a string of saliva connecting your swollen, plump lips to his now-glistening ones. God, do you look beautiful like that. Eyes hazy from the drunken kiss, your voice calling his name with the airy moan of a tone—Tomura, Tomura…
He stirs, aching cock slamming hard into your velvety warm cunt, shocking you by the sudden thrust deep inside. It feels different now, the way he’s vehemently dragging his cock all the way in and out like an animal. Your toes curl, mouth plumped to an ‘o’ as your nails dug into his skin through his shirt. He’s so deep, so rough…
“I can feel—nngh, my cock kissing your cervix. Isn’t it romantic?” he’s musing as he fucks, moaning in bliss, at the way you’re gripping his meat. He can’t even count how many times he’s envisioned this. You’re taking him in. He’s so happy. You’re a fucking dream come true.
“Tomura, m’gonna cum if y-you keep moving like that!” his pace only fasten to your words, his hips slamming into yours until the sound of skin slapping lewdly ring in your ears. His groan was guttural, and your moans were drooling from your lips. Your walls only clench tighter, his cock hardening, sensitive tip kissing your spongey g-spot with every desperate thrusts until the two of you hit your climax at the same time.
Your mix cum spurts out of your pulsing pussy in a second, your tummy burning with crackles of pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Tomura’s shaking, keeping his hips still to continue stuffing your cunt with his load. “You feel that—haa—Y/N? You feel my love spilling into your womb? Ahh—I love you, I love you so much,” he’s chuckling from the high, kissing and marking your neck while you lay dazed with cum dripping out of you.
“You’re mine. Don’t you ever try to leave me again, m’kay? Now say you love me, like you always do—”
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Tomura Shigaraki is not exactly known for doing things in halves. If he’s starting a campaign, he will complete it all in a night; if he’s killing somebody, he won’t stop until they’re a pile of dust being carried away by the wind as it judges him for his existence. Or, like right now- because it feels like if he’s going to have sex with you, you’d better get pregnant from it.
With the noises he’s making you’d think he was the one being relentlessly bruised from the inside out; your cervix is being swabbed by his glossy tip with every thrust, veins bullying their way past your soft walls like biological caesuras.
“M’gonna f-fill you up, you know that right?” He pants, tongue flicking out to flatten against your sweaty face and lick at the hot skin. It leaves a trail of spit across your cheek, and you mewl at the feeling.
“Yesssss, Tomura! Wan’ it so badly!” You regret the words virtually the moment they leave your treacherous throat because as soon as they land on his ears, it’s like nothing else matters other than his intent to fill you up, watch it leak out in rivulets-
To breed you.
And he’s almost feral in a way that has you suddenly reeling under his shaky hips- because while he might not be the most experienced at this, he doesn’t need to be experienced for what he’s doing right now.
He doesn’t need skill to messily rub over your swollen clit and make you yell, doesn’t need experience to know he has a feral desire to make you glow without even needing to fuck you first; he’s not quite sure what’s come over him, but he supposes it’s something to do with the war.
If he dies, he’d like you to remember him in a way that doesn’t come from slanderous news coverage and hateful interviews, doesn’t come from a world that never saw him as human to begin with. He wants you to have a piece of him, and if that want is manifesting itself in the form of breeding you until his cum sticks inside you then so be it.
It’s different like this- there’s a goal, to get you pregnant, and somehow it elevates every feeling of his tip bumping at your sensitive insides and frothing up the slick that’s allowing him such easy access to your deepest orifices.
You’re still whining, hands clawing at his biceps while his white hair clouds his vision of your desperate face. It’s probably for the best he can’t see fully just how pathetic you look under him, hips bucking up to meet every thrust of his cock into your insides in tandem with the fingers you’re splaying over your clit.
He’s desperate usually, but he’s downright feral now; he’s letting out short, sharp bursts of breath every time you clench around him so perfectly it squeezes pre out of his pretty cock.
“Oh shit, m’gonna cum, gonna fill you up until you’re- until you’re leaking, all mine-“ it’s delirious babble, leaking from his saccharine lips with ease now he’s so close. And when it hits him, he doubles over; muscled torso clenching as you virtually scream in pleasure at the unexpected feeling of his cum filling you up.
It leaks out of you, just as promised- thick, creamy drops of it bead out of your puffy pussy and pool on the sheets. And then, Tomura’s withdrawing his cock and fingering his cum back inside you like he can’t bear to waist a drop. He pulls back, panting, and spreads two of his fingers to watch the slick web between them.
“…huh. Who knew it was this fun to make babies?”
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a/n: guys I’m so sad Kinktober is almost over!! But there’s a lot more to come for November (+ a Christmas special! <3)
ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER - day 23 corruption : tomura shigaraki
warnings : DARK CONTENT, afab reader, non-con, mention of the word r*pe, somnophilia, no quirks, reader and shigs are co-workers at a boring 9-5 job, gagging, kind of bondage?, stockholm syndrome?, this shit is sick and twisted btw
word count : 880
🐙 note : i’d let him rape me sorry yall im so normal about him
tomura shigaraki was an interesting character; he was never really on time to work and he always performed sloppily at his job. to be honest you weren’t quite sure how he wasn’t fired, perhaps it was because your manager was his adoptive father. despite that, it was obvious the poor man had a crush on you, he wasn’t exactly good at hiding it. he’d often stare at you as you passed by or he’d linger by your desk more so than others, chatting you up about nothing in particular. his presence was always overwhelming, as though he was dangerous and not to be trusted, something about him simply made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. if someone told you what he would do to you, well you wouldn’t really be shocked but you should’ve seen what was coming, you should’ve been more careful, you should’ve taken precautions to prevent what happened, but sadly, you didn’t realize until it was too late.
it started off subtle, little things you would notice; like how your bedroom door was always open even though you swear you closed it, or finding your underwear laying around your house after it had gone missing. however, tomura’s admiration for you grew, so much so that he couldn’t stop himself from making advances on you behind the scenes. he’d find himself breaking into your apartment while you slept or were out running errands. doing nothing but being in your home for hours was enough to satisfy him. like a total creep he’d just pretend he lived there, he’d sit on the couch and watch TV or drink some water from your fridge, even sometimes when he was feeling brave he’d sit beside your bed and watch you sleep. often in times like those he would let his mind wander, wander to places about your intimate life. he’d wonder to himself if you were a virgin, if you like taking his cock like a pillow princess, if you were good at sucking dick. every once and a while, he’d even masturbate to your sleeping body, lying there helpless and peacefully.
but for tomura, today was a very special day; today was the day he decided he would make a real move on you. he’d finally work up the courage to try and advance to the next stage with you. it was a typical day for the both of you, work was slow and there was too much typing to be done on your computers. as per usual, shigaraki would wait by your desk in the morning to greet you and would ask you every question under the sun about the presentation you were working on. it was a long and grueling day, once you got home you shoved your shoes off, threw your briefcase down, and flopped on the couch with a heavy sigh. you ended up falling asleep without realizing it, being too exhausted from the day to bother showering or taking your makeup off.
you don’t know what woke you, if it was the sharp sting in your lower abdomen or the strong grip on your waist. you awake to find shigaraki lingering over you, a sadistic and creepy smile on his face. you almost screamed but couldn’t when you realized your mouth was stuffed full of your own panties. tomura was inside you, thrusting in and out at an animalistic pace. you tried to squirm out of his hold but couldn’t when you noticed his other hand had yours held tightly above your head.
you closed your eyes and squeezed, hoping, praying that this was just some sick joke and that this wasn’t happening to you. you wished that it couldn’t be true, that tomura shigaraki didn’t just break into your house to rape you as you slept. the pain was unbearable, the way he pushed himself into you left an ache between your thighs, his drool leaking onto your tits that were pulled out of your blouse.
“you’re so wet for me, pretty. you love how i fuck you right? doesn’t it feel good?”
he was taunting you, the sick bastard broke into your home and violated you and now he had the nerve to ask if you were enjoying it?
“please—please let me go, it hurts, it hurts!”
your screams were muffled by the gag in your mouth, all you could do was wiggle in his grasp and stare up at his enveloping gaze. his ruby eyes stared into your soul, you couldn’t look away despite the way they burned into your being.
yet somehow, against all logic, it started to feel… almost… good? the feeling was painful but almost pleasurable and suddenly shigaraki’s twisted evil smile turned you on, you found yourself smiling back at him with the same disgusting demeanor. your screams of pain turned into moans and whimpers, you found yourself squirming more because of how good it felt then the pain of it all. tears welled up in your eyes, from the awful situation? because it felt amazing? because the man you knew as nothing more than a coworker was invading your entire being? you had no idea but the tears spilled over and tomura licked them away.
cw: NSFW • Holiday Filth • Crush Shigaraki • Modern AU • dry humping • language • implied alcohol usage • pathetic virgin Tomura
Thinking about being Shigaraki’s little sister’s best friend.
Being invited over to her house and being so excited unbeknownst to your friend to see her nasty older brother. Tomura holed up in his room, feet up and knees bent as he sits in his fancy leather gamer chair spewing filth into the mic of his headset. Being given the most toe curling glare from him as he looks up from under his messy bangs and sees you peaking at him through a crack in the door. Sneering and telling you to “fuck off” and you do, scampering away to shamelessly rifle through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for any of his hygiene products. There’s not many. It doesn’t matter though, since he left his dirty clothes from last night in a bundle on the bathroom floor beside the shower and toilet.
Your friend babbling on endlessly about family drama but you can’t pay attention as dinner begins and Tomura is forcibly dragged down the stairs, eye bags heavy from lack of sleep, mumbling out vague answers on how college is going. He notices his little sister’s annoying friend though, you, who always seems to be judging him from the way you constantly have your eyes on him. It pisses him off, and he’s not afraid of outing you in front of everyone.
“Why don’t you find something better to stare at bitch,” and cackling as the home filled with relatives and friends erupts at his rude comment and language. His family is comforting you, telling you he’s just having a rough day, he doesn’t mean it, etc. Your friend is intent on vengeance but you assure her it means nothing to you. She’s used to the behavior and agrees he’s not worth the trouble, being pulled away by relatives intent on being nosy into her personal life.
Tomura did mean it though, and you know it too, and it still doesn’t stop you from sneaking away upstairs while the house slowly boozes up and begins to become rowdy. Tomura slunk away to return to his game he’d been playing with friends, some stolen snacks and a cheap bottle of vodka in his hoodie pocket he takes a straight swig from every now and then as he gets heated into his gaming match.
He’s nearly surprised to see you open his bedroom door and not his mom or sister intent on giving him a headache.
“Back to keep staring whore?” He’s snickering as he flips up the mic, his game paused for a moment while waiting on another friend to join the match.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t expect you to lock the door, a brow cocked up as he reassess you.
You’re much cuter now. The baby fat gone and a young woman blooming, barely an adult now but it didn’t stop his eyes from lowering to your chest that was rising and falling quite quickly. He’s always been so used to seeing you attached to his bratty shit sister that he’s never appreciated you before.
“Wanna do more than stare though.” He’s even more shocked to see you tossing the ugly Christmas cardigan you matched with his sister, the plain dress under easily lifted over your head and dropped too. Right in front of him.
“Ha, oh yeah?” He’s baffled but not upset, dropping his feet and manspreading wide as his cock hardens in his sweats. He’s shameless in palming himself through them, setting his controller aside and licking his dry lips as you come closer, cute little matching bra and pantie set doing little to hide your hard nipples poking through the fabric and pussy lips. “Fuck, look at you, all grown up huh?” His eyes on you as you slide the dainty fabric covering your cunt down and stepping out, removing your bra next slowly, letting him drink you in. You’re nearly vibrating with excitement, eyes wide and bright as you straddle him.
“Little pervert, you wanna ride my cock?” You smile, because he’s acting like he isn’t some loser virgin with trembling hands digging into the fat of your soft ass. You can feel he’s just as strung up now, his palms lightly sweating as they slide up and cup your breasts, eagerly pitching and pulling at your nipples while you roll your hips over his chubby cock. “D-damn, where’d’ya learn to act like this?” He’s nearly about to cum from touching your tits alone, but the feel of you grinding down on him is making him lose it.
“I watched porn.” He groans, finally losing patience and pulling his dick free from his sweats, ready to naively try and enter you without any prep. He’s huffing and breathing heavy as he rubs the tip through your folds and trying and failing to hump into you. He’s just bumping uselessly against your tightly closed entrance while he moans and buries his face in your chest, happy when you begin to run your fingers through his hair.
He’s coming a minute later. No penetration necessary for him to spurt his hot spunky load against your pussy as he nearly passes out from how hard he cums.
“Holy fuck—!” You nearly have to muffle his cry of pleasure as he grips you for dear life.
The banging on his door a minute later making you both fumble for clothing as your friend’s voice comes out in a battle cry for your location.
“You fucking asshole! You hurt her feelings and now I can’t find her!”
You both only look at one another in amusement and embarrassment.
“Try looking up your ass since her face is always buried there!” He shouts back, and you have to bit back the comment you want to yell at him. Little does anyone else know the true reason you love going to the Shigaraki house when Tomura is home.
Needy shigaraki or keigo dry humping users thigh? :)
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BOTH!!!! BOTH IS GOOD!!!
we r doing both.
💌this is nsfw. mdni!!💌
cw for keigo’s: includes somnophilia (previously discussed consent mentioned)
after another long night, keigo could barely stand as he crept through your balcony window, immediately kicking his shoes off and stripping himself of his clothes, hitting the floor with a soft thud. left just in his boxers, he crawled into your shared bed, under the warm covers, and you shifted slightly, wiping your eyes.
“kei?” you asked in an adorable sleepy voice
“hey, baby, another late night..” he said, moving closer as he pulled you against him
“mhmm…” you hummed, already back asleep, lulled into a cozy world of comfort.
keigo chuckled softly, running his hands along your body, drinking in the sight of you. you wore that pajama set he liked, the cotton tank top and matching shorts. tiny matching shorts.
he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head as you stirred ever so slightly. see, the thing about you is that you were sometimes a sleep talker, and that would include making little sounds and noises. keigo found it endearing, especially when you talked in your sleep, regaining your sleepy words of wisdom to you the next morning.
but for some reason, tonight was different.
while tiny mewls and whimpers fell from your lips, keigo’s cock twitched in his boxers.
“my pretty girl,” he whispered as he climbed on top of you. he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your pretty, plush, slightly parted lips. “so sleepy, hm? had a long day? me too baby.. i’m sorry i wasn’t home..” he spoke softly into your hair, slowly beginning to grind against your leg.
you had told keigo before that you didn’t mind if he woke you up in this way; in fact, you’d actually find it hot. but you were so peaceful and he was sure that you were so tired, he couldn’t possibly wake you with his own needs.
so he’d get the next best thing
he moved his hips slowly, shaky gasps escaping his throat as he forced himself to stay at a steady pace. was he perverted or were you just this sexy to where he could get off from fucking dry humping your thigh?
he moved a hand to the edge of your tank top, slowly lifting it up to it sat just above your perky tits, and he couldn’t help but take one in his hand, whimpering and whining as he desperately fucked against your thigh.
“fuck, baby, you have no idea how good you make me feel. i’m fuckin’ your leg and i’m about to cum.. fuck, god, fuck, i can’t help it.. feels so good..”
his mind was becoming increasingly dazed, his usual groans and moans turning into pathetic whimpers.
“fuck, baby, can’t- i can’t- can’t handle much more.. feels.. feels real good.. ‘m gonna.. gonna fucking cum..”
as he picked up his pace, your tits began to bounce rhythmically, nearly hypnotizing him as he leaned down, hiding his face in your neck, holding onto you tightly as his orgasm was quickly building in him.
“mmh- gonna- gonna cum, baby.. fuck, just from your fucking thigh.. your pretty.. pretty thigh..”
his orgasm washed over him as his wings twitched, his cock spilling his cum into his boxers (a mistake he would realize in just a few moments) as he thrust against your leg a few more times as he rode out his orgasm.
after having a moment to breathe, he pulled away, his heart beating louder in his chest as you laid there like an absolute angel. he pulled your shirt down, kissing your cheeks a million times before cleaning up in the bathroom and changing his boxers. he immediately climbed back into bed with you, and for a rare time was the little spoon, letting your arms and legs wrap around him.
tomura laid on your stomach, holding you gently (careful to not use all five fingers of course) as you played a game on his switch. both of you were in your pajamas, consisting of a baggy t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. he moved his head under the switch, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of your neck.
“what’re you doing?” you ask, still focused on your game.
“what do you think i’m doing?” he grinned, fingers sneaking under your shirt, full of hunger.
“jesus, it doesn’t take much for you, does it?” you playfully scoff as you feel him already hard against your leg.
“nah, not at all..” he chuckled as he moved his hips gently, sighing at the light friction.
you and tomura’s sex life was far from dull; with both of you being more on the switch side, it definitely kept things interesting. right now, it seemed like he thought he had a semblance of control, but you were sure to turn the tides on that.
as he moved his hand further up your shirt, you paused your game, grabbing his hand through the thin fabric.
“no,” you hold it firmly. “just keep doing what you were doing. i’m busy.”
tomura raised an eyebrow.
“excuse me?” he nearly laughed.
“you heard me. just do it.” the tone in your voice was enough to make tomura weak in the knees. as much as he hated to admit it, god he loved when you were dominant with him.
he reluctantly began to move his hips against your thigh again, moving his hand outside of your shirt to cup your chest on the other side of the fabric (as much as it pained him).
he bit back his lip to hide his embarrassing whimpers as he desperately ground his hips against your thigh, hoping you would have some kind of mercy on him and just fuck him.
but you didn’t. you acted like he wasn’t even there as you continued your game.
“y/nnnnn…” he groaned as he looked up at you like a wounded puppy, still trying to hide any whimpers.
“yes?” you asked, not looking away from your game.
“please.. this is so..”
“if you don’t like it, why are you still going?”
“well, i-.. it’s just, i’m-“ through all his stuttering, he didn’t stop the quickening movements of his clothes cock against your thigh.
as soon as you looked at from over his switch with a tilted head with wide eyes that held a questioning look, waiting for him to properly answer, he buried his face in your chest, whining against your tits as he only increased his speed, becoming slightly sloppy in his pace.
“poor baby…” you teased, putting the switch down as you ran your hands through his hair.
“j-just.. feels- feels so good- b-but.. but i.. need- need you…”
“i know, i know..” you coo. “but you’re doing so good.. so good for me..” you grin as you watch him continue to lose his resolve, gripping your sides tighter as he fucked against your thigh. “you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”
any embarrassment tomura held melted away, as all he could think about right now was cumming whenever you said to.
he pulled his boxers down just enough so the pink tip of his cock stuck out, already dripping with precum.
“be a good boy for me,” you hum, leaning down to kiss his head. “i know you can.”
at your encouragement, tomura’s erratic thrusts halted to a stop as his body froze, his cum splattering across your thigh while his body shook, all while you ran your hands through his hair and along his back, praising him sweetly, reminding him how good he was, how proud you were of him.
once recovering, tomura made sure to clean you up, all while plotting the revenge you’d be receiving for the rest of the night.
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cw: NSFW • Holiday Filth • Crush Shigaraki • Modern AU • dry humping • language • implied alcohol usage • pathetic virgin Tomura
Thinking about being Shigaraki’s little sister’s best friend.
Being invited over to her house and being so excited unbeknownst to your friend to see her nasty older brother. Tomura holed up in his room, feet up and knees bent as he sits in his fancy leather gamer chair spewing filth into the mic of his headset. Being given the most toe curling glare from him as he looks up from under his messy bangs and sees you peaking at him through a crack in the door. Sneering and telling you to “fuck off” and you do, scampering away to shamelessly rifle through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for any of his hygiene products. There’s not many. It doesn’t matter though, since he left his dirty clothes from last night in a bundle on the bathroom floor beside the shower and toilet.
Your friend babbling on endlessly about family drama but you can’t pay attention as dinner begins and Tomura is forcibly dragged down the stairs, eye bags heavy from lack of sleep, mumbling out vague answers on how college is going. He notices his little sister’s annoying friend though, you, who always seems to be judging him from the way you constantly have your eyes on him. It pisses him off, and he’s not afraid of outing you in front of everyone.
“Why don’t you find something better to stare at bitch,” and cackling as the home filled with relatives and friends erupts at his rude comment and language. His family is comforting you, telling you he’s just having a rough day, he doesn’t mean it, etc. Your friend is intent on vengeance but you assure her it means nothing to you. She’s used to the behavior and agrees he’s not worth the trouble, being pulled away by relatives intent on being nosy into her personal life.
Tomura did mean it though, and you know it too, and it still doesn’t stop you from sneaking away upstairs while the house slowly boozes up and begins to become rowdy. Tomura slunk away to return to his game he’d been playing with friends, some stolen snacks and a cheap bottle of vodka in his hoodie pocket he takes a straight swig from every now and then as he gets heated into his gaming match.
He’s nearly surprised to see you open his bedroom door and not his mom or sister intent on giving him a headache.
“Back to keep staring whore?” He’s snickering as he flips up the mic, his game paused for a moment while waiting on another friend to join the match.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t expect you to lock the door, a brow cocked up as he reassess you.
You’re much cuter now. The baby fat gone and a young woman blooming, barely an adult now but it didn’t stop his eyes from lowering to your chest that was rising and falling quite quickly. He’s always been so used to seeing you attached to his bratty shit sister that he’s never appreciated you before.
“Wanna do more than stare though.” He’s even more shocked to see you tossing the ugly Christmas cardigan you matched with his sister, the plain dress under easily lifted over your head and dropped too. Right in front of him.
“Ha, oh yeah?” He’s baffled but not upset, dropping his feet and manspreading wide as his cock hardens in his sweats. He’s shameless in palming himself through them, setting his controller aside and licking his dry lips as you come closer, cute little matching bra and pantie set doing little to hide your hard nipples poking through the fabric and pussy lips. “Fuck, look at you, all grown up huh?” His eyes on you as you slide the dainty fabric covering your cunt down and stepping out, removing your bra next slowly, letting him drink you in. You’re nearly vibrating with excitement, eyes wide and bright as you straddle him.
“Little pervert, you wanna ride my cock?” You smile, because he’s acting like he isn’t some loser virgin with trembling hands digging into the fat of your soft ass. You can feel he’s just as strung up now, his palms lightly sweating as they slide up and cup your breasts, eagerly pitching and pulling at your nipples while you roll your hips over his chubby cock. “D-damn, where’d’ya learn to act like this?” He’s nearly about to cum from touching your tits alone, but the feel of you grinding down on him is making him lose it.
“I watched porn.” He groans, finally losing patience and pulling his dick free from his sweats, ready to naively try and enter you without any prep. He’s huffing and breathing heavy as he rubs the tip through your folds and trying and failing to hump into you. He’s just bumping uselessly against your tightly closed entrance while he moans and buries his face in your chest, happy when you begin to run your fingers through his hair.
He’s coming a minute later. No penetration necessary for him to spurt his hot spunky load against your pussy as he nearly passes out from how hard he cums.
“Holy fuck—!” You nearly have to muffle his cry of pleasure as he grips you for dear life.
The banging on his door a minute later making you both fumble for clothing as your friend’s voice comes out in a battle cry for your location.
“You fucking asshole! You hurt her feelings and now I can’t find her!”
You both only look at one another in amusement and embarrassment.
“Try looking up your ass since her face is always buried there!” He shouts back, and you have to bit back the comment you want to yell at him. Little does anyone else know the true reason you love going to the Shigaraki house when Tomura is home.
shigaraki sees you in pigtails one time and becomes utterly obsessed. it’s the only thing he thinks about, and so it’s only natural that he requests you do that hairstyle when you’re about to have sex a few days after.
he insists that you get on top. “Ride my cock.” he simply says and you do as you’re told. you looked so beautiful in that moment, with his dick moving in and out of you, while he laid on his back with his arms behind his head, admiring the view you so generously gave him.
he almost cums at the sight of your pretty tits bouncing up and down with every move you made on top of him, along with your pigtails that moved freely, but he tries to hold himself back, afraid of embarrassing himself in front of you.
“Fuck, you look— mmh… so pretty like this.” he praises and you instantly blush at his words, attempting to lay on his chest to hide your face but he pulls you back by your hair. “No, no, wanna see your face when you cum.”
shigaraki believes he died and went to heaven when you eventually do cum on him, because the look on your face is indescribable.
when you come down from your high, you barely have enough time to recover, as he pulls you off of him and lays you face down, ass up. you hear him mumble a very faint “wanna try something else.”
he inserts himself inside you again, ramming his dick into you at a fast pace. you let out a loud moan of his name when he pulls at your pigtails, wrapping them around his hands, your head hanging awkwardly as your body shakes from each thrust of his length.
shigaraki spends the rest of the night filling you up with load after load of his warm cum, with the promise of doing this again soon.
He's very cocky, and he only tones it down with you.
He is actually a huge fan of reading books and tries to hide it from you, but that wouldn't work. Plus, he writes as well (sometimes writes music too)!
He dresses more feminine in private and is considered more feminine just because he does skincare and all that stuff.
Wears guyliner...(green flag)
He has a whole drawer of stupid ass ties, and he will let you choose one for him every now and then.
Very good at cooking, specifically; pasta, he will cook you it even if you didn't ask (unless you're allergic or something).
He is a dog person instead of a cat person, but wouldn't mind a cat because it makes him feel "richer" - but he also loves birds.
NFSW HEADCANONS.
BASICS:
DICK SIZE: He's not the biggest, but of course, don't tell him that. About 6.5 inches flaccid and 7 or 8 when erect.
IS HE LOUD?: No, he will let out small whimpers especially when he's the sub at the time - but he prefers to be dom.
HIS PACE?: He prefers to go fast but will go slow if you need it.
KINKS, OR KINKY AT ALL?: Yes and no. He isn't hardcore kinky, but he has a nice set. Them being; Spanking, temp. play (ex. wax, ice, etc.) and lastly spit.
IS HE GOOD?: He isn't good, but he knows your sensitive spots and says he's the best at it just because he's steady with his thrusts.
IS HE CIRCUMSISED?: Yes, and he is proud of it, as cocky as he is...
If you're a guy he likes sucking your dick and looking in your eyes as he does so, staring into your eyes as he surprises you and sticks his tip of his tongue in your dick hole, sometimes he'll even jerk you off and open his mouth with his tongue slightly out so you can cum in his mouth.
No specific gender - he will put a vibrator on your clit/tip at the highest setting and rub on you or kiss on you as he does it.
No specific gender - he will spit on your privates (ass/pussy) as he thrusts into you, gripping on your hips and grunting. (If he's fucking your ass, he will add a few slaps)
He loves when you choke him with his own tie(s), and will look into your eyes with a smile as you do.
He will drip ice on your pussy's sore clit as he sticks his tongue in your core.
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Leans dominant during sex, she prefers to be on bottom and telling you what to do (if you're a girl she'll spank you) and then again she loves being on top (riding you or fingering the shit out of you).
She's surprisingly good at cooking!
She's our bisexual, demiromantic leader (demigirl as well!)
They are very kind and give the best aftercare you've ever had (even if you're a virgin lol)...
She's definitely into role play, if you catch my drift. But not rape play!
She hates her hair because it gets frizzy and has to use a shit ton of product.
She only uses mascara and eyeliner and some highlighter for makeup (sometimes a dark purple lipstick if it's a special occasion).
She scared you and others with her quirk multiple times and will play dead while she's at it (she's an absolute beast at Halloween parties).
It took Kota awhile to warm up to you, but Sosaki helped him along the way so she could support you.
Definitely cosplays for fun, probably all the pussycats do.
She talks shit about people and will broadcast her feelings about them in your head, for example someone she hates could be talking and you'd just hear "Damn this guy/chick looks like (a) ____." and she's definitely embarrassed you because you couldn't stop laughing at her comparisons.
She's definitely had a tomboy phase once or twice...
NFSW ETC:
She's definitely more dominant in bed.
She'll wag her tail or move her ears to show she's aroused in a certain pattern.
She will always make you cum like it's her duty.
She'll broadcast her thoughts to your mind randomly, it could literally be the most innocent situation, imagine it — you're eating dinner, and all the sudden you just hear "You look so hot, I'm gonna fuck you so hard later..." in your head, definitely a shocker, but not from her.
If she can't speak because she's too busy eating you out/sucking you off, she'll use her quirk to say how good you taste, how good you feel to her in her mouth, etc.
You can't tell me she doesn't have a mommy kink, call her mommy once and she's pouncing on you to fuck you.
LOVES keyhole sweaters. (This could be SFW but I mean it as a certain clothes fetish...)
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Collects bugs, she once had a pet caterpillar, but then it disappeared, some people thing she ate it, some people think it became a butterfly, we don't know.
She is always hydrated and will remind her classmates to drink water!
She has a lilly pad blanket! (Inspo)
She's a plant mom and mostly takes care of actual plants that produce food than flowers, but won't complain if she does care for them.
She tries eating shiny jewelry (especially if it's colorful), because it reminds her of crystal rock candies.
Is actually very smart but people don't believe her intelligence because she's a frog.
Colorblind!
If it wasn't for Momo, her hair wouldn't be as healthy and would probably just be greasy, Momo even reached her how to do her hair (as in hairstyles)!
She loves making bracelets for her friends!
Dyslexia queen, this adds on to her making bracelets, she knows her friends names by heart yet she gave Ochaco a bracelet once with writing saying "Ocaco bset freinds" and Ochaco didn't even notice for a week.
Gets annoyed when people ask if her and Demi are related.
NFSW ETC:
She doesn't really like sex, she's more platonic even in a romantic relationship just because she's never really sexual, she's more romantic than anything.
She refuses to ride dicks, dildos, etc. — the only sex she does is oral.
