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simping4villains · 7 months

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Day one of Kinktober 2023!

I’m starting late and probably not going to be able to post every day, but I fully intend to write for all of the prompts no matter how long it takes! Lmk what characters you wanna see!

Day 1: Pegging - Shigaraki x Reader

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Shigaraki had his face buried in your panties as he laid in your bed, fisting his cock.

He often did this when you were out on missions—without your knowledge, of course. He dreaded the thought of you finding out, but still, he couldn’t help himself. He loved being surrounded by your scent as he thought about you bouncing up and down his length. It just made it feel that much more real.

He didn’t think that you’d ever reciprocate his feelings, that you’d ever lust after someone that had been rejected by society, labeled as too vile and disgusting. It didn’t help that he was so inexperienced, either. What could he offer you that other men couldn’t?

So, he kept his distance from you and kept his feelings a secret. He treated you just as he would any other member of the league, if not worse. He was quiet whenever you were around, avoiding your gaze and only stealing glances when he was sure you wouldn’t be looking.

His jealousy threatened to rear its head any time he saw Dabi flirt with you over a card game, or the way Spinner’s fingers would brush against yours as he handed you a drink. Those were the men you should want, right? Someone confident and aloof or caring and warm—not the creep who snuck into your room to smell your underwear.

He imagined what the other guys might say, how shocked they would be if they caught the two of you together. He could almost hear the way the handle of your door would rattle before the whole thing swung open, revealing the pornographic scene. The two of you rocking the bed as you used him to reach your high, crying out his name as—

“Shigaraki?”

No, not like that, more like—

Wait. Fuck.

He pulled your panties away from his face, wide eyes meeting yours. He felt frozen in panic.

“What. . . what are you doing? What is that?” You asked, pointing to the bunched up panties he still clutched in his hand.

The first question had really been a formality, just a response to your own shock. Of course, it was obvious what he was doing. His dick was still out, after all.

“I-I-“ He couldn’t find the words to explain himself. He dropped his fifth finger, decaying your panties to get rid of the evidence before moving to tuck himself back into his pants. “Sorry, I was just—“

“Stop.”

His hands froze at his waistband, eyes flicking up to you, full of embarrassment. He watched with uncertainty as you slowly approached the bed, like you were afraid of spooking him.

His heart raced as you drew nearer, feeling like it would surely beat out of his chest as your weight dipped onto the mattress beside him. Your skirt rode up a bit as you sat down, exposing more of your plush thighs. It took all of his willpower not to stare.

“What was that you just dusted?” You asked. “It wasn’t a pair of my underwear, was it?”

“N-No! It was nothing! I—“

“Don’t lie to me. You’ll only make things worse for yourself.”

His face felt impossibly hot. He wondered what shade of scarlet he’d turned. “Alright, it was.”

“So that’s where they’ve been disappearing to. I thought Toga was getting a little too comfortable with borrowing my clothes,” You laughed. “Pathetic.”

His cock twitched slightly at the insult, which you didn’t fail to notice.

“So what am I doing in these fantasies of yours? Am I on my knees for you or bent over the bed letting you use me however you want?”

He was especially flustered at that. Did you really want to know? You had told him to be honest. “Well, actually, i’m not. . . not the one. . .”

Your eyebrows lifted in amusement. “Oh? Are you telling me that you want to be the one getting fucked?”

He swallowed hard, but his anxiety remained lodged uncomfortably in his throat, so dry he could barely speak. So instead he just nodded, the slightest motion to confirm that what you’d guessed was true.

You flashed him a devious smile, wrapping a soft hand around his length, causing him to gasp at the sudden contact.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Just giving you what you wanted,” you answered.

You started slowly stroking his shaft, not quite giving him enough pressure to be satisfied. It didn’t seem real. He didn’t understand why you were doing this. Were you messing with him? Was it some sort of joke?

“Aren’t you mad?” He choked out, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape.

“Furious,” you told him. “Do you have any idea how long i’ve been waiting for you to make a move? And this whole time you’ve been perving out behind my back.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, his hips chasing your hand as it pulled away from his length.

“Are you?” You dragged your panties down your legs, dropping them onto the ground before climbing on top of him, hovering over his chest. “Show me just how sorry you are. Maybe i’ll find it in my heart to forgive you if you can make me cum.”

He quickly nodded, grabbing your thighs and dragging you closer to him so he could bury his face in your folds. He might not have had any prior experience, but he certainly made up for it in his desperation as he tried vigorously to please you. He speared you with his tongue, using it to try to fuck you before pulling out to lap at your clit. He wanted to give attention to everything, to have you feeling overwhelmed with a mix of sensations. And honestly? It was working.

You leaned forward, gripping your bed frame as you started rocking your hips against his face, chasing the pleasure he was giving you. You worried he might back off once you started doing this, but it only seemed to encourage him. His pace quickened as he worked you closer to your release.

Finally, the coil of pleasure snapped within you and you threw your head back in a moan. Shigaraki’s fingers dug into your thighs as he held you in place, tongue dipping deeper into your spasming walls to drink up all of your juices as his nose kept rubbing at your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm. His pace slowed as you came down from your high, allowing you a chance to recover.

You backed off of him as you caught your breath, running a hand through your hair. He looked up at you in wonder, licking his lips. You tasted so sweet, he thought that he would probably do that all day if you’d let him.

You ran a thumb over his cheek. “That was good,” you said. “You really are sorry, huh?”

“I am,” he assured you.

“And you’ve been so good, I guess I should reward you now.”

His eyes twinkled. “Reward?”

“Yeah, i’ll fuck you, if that’s still what you want.”

“It is,” he said, running his hands up your thighs.

“So take your clothes off, then.”

You rolled off of him and onto the bed, pulling your own clothes off. He scrambled to get undressed, tossing his clothes onto the floor next to your panties. He held his cock and reached for you, ready to help guide you onto it. You stopped him, though.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing,” You told him. “You just haven’t earned my pussy yet.”

“Oh. So then what are—“

“Stand next to the bed.”

Without any protest, he did as he was told. Once he was finished, you circled him, taking in every inch of his body. You ran your hand up his back and pushed him so that he was bent over the bed, ass in the air.

With his face in the mattress, everything was a bit muffled, but he could hear a drawer open, followed by some rustling, and then finally the sound of a bottle opening. He flinched as something cold dripped onto his skin, causing you to laugh again.

“What’s wrong? This is what you wanted, right?”

“Yes,” he answered, a bit distracted by the feeling of the lube dripping lower.

You caught it with your fingers and rubbed it over his hole, teasing his entrance with the slightest bit of pressure each time you circled over it. “So, what? Did you change your mind? Decided you can’t take it after all?”

“No, I can!”

You smirked. “You’re going to be a good boy for me?”

He nodded desperately.

You circled the rim of his hole again, this time pushing a finger in slowly. His walls tightened at the intrusion, as if trying to force you out. However, from where you were, you could tell he loved it. There was a slight blush on his cheeks and his dick was starting to leak pre.

With your other hand, you rubbed his thigh. “Just try to relax.”

He took a few breaths and you were finally able to slide in to your second knuckle. You pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second. He couldn’t hold back his moans as you curled your fingers over his special spot, scissoring them each time you pulled out to stretch him.

He was a mess when you removed them completely, whining over the sudden loss of stimulation. He was desperate for you to fuck him already, arching his ass toward you. You gave it a harsh slap and grabbed a fistful of his hair, causing him to yelp as you pulled him back.

“Quit acting like such a brat.” You whispered in his ear. “I’ll give you what you want, just be patient, alright?”

“Yes, mommy.”

It was a slip. He hadn’t meant to say that. You certainly wouldn’t have anticipated it in a thousand years. You were momentarily caught off-guard, unable to help the heat that rose to your cheeks. You shoved him back onto the bed.

“O-Okay, just,” you cleared your throat, trying to muster up the same confidence you’d felt before, “just sit still and quit complaining.”

With his face against the mattress again, he nodded.

It didn’t take you long to grab your strap and put it on, but it still felt like ages for Shigaraki. His chest was bubbling with so much anticipation he worried he might explode. He could barely contain his excitement when he heard the bottle of lube open again, followed by a slight squelching sound as you coated the dildo.

You brought the leftover lube to his ass, spreading it over his hole before sliding your fingers in once more, hoping it was enough to have warmed him up. Then, you grabbed your strap with one hand, lining it up with his entrance. With the other hand, you gently rubbed his lower back.

“Let me know if it’s too much. I can stop if—“

“I can take it,” he insisted, his tone reflecting the irritation he felt. He was getting impatient.

Fucking brat.

You rolled your eyes and started pushing in. With how he was acting, you actually kind of enjoyed watching the way his face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain as he was stretched out. You wanted to fuck the cocky attitude right out of him. Maybe you could get him to admit that it was too much, that he couldn’t handle your strap. Knowing how stubborn he could be, it seemed like a fun challenge.

“Are you doing okay?” You asked when your hips finally met his thighs.

His chest was rising and falling heavily as he tried to keep his body relaxed. It was a lot, definitely more than he’d anticipated, but he wasn’t going to quit, not when he was finally getting his shot with you. “I’m fine,” he snapped in-between breaths.

Yeah, he was really asking for it.

The first couple of thrusts were slow. You wanted to give his body a chance to adjust so you wouldn’t hurt him. Of course, as soon as he started whimpering, you decided not to hold back. You grabbed onto his hips and started snapping against him, jackhammering at a rapid pace until he was practically screaming, gripping onto the sheets for dear life.

“Do you need to stop?” You asked, worried you’d gone too far.

“God, fuck, NO,” he moaned as you fucked into him. “I’m so close.”

“Already?” You teased, before another idea dawned on you. You ignored his whines as you pulled out of him, helping him flip to lay on his back. Pressing his thighs back, you lined your strap up with his entrance and sank back into him. You built back up to a steady pace, rolling your hips on each thrust so you’d hit his special spot just right. “Don’t cum until I tell you to.”

“I don’t—ngh—don’t think I can wait.”

“You can and you will, unless you want me to punish you.”

“Agh! No.”

“You’re gonna be my good boy?” You asked.

He nodded. “So good—mmph.”

You matched the pace you’d been at before, fucking him hard and deep. He bit his bottom lip to stifle his moans.

You grabbed at his jaw, bringing your face closer you his. “Don’t hold back. I wanna hear you. I wanna know you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I am!” He panted.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you hard?”

He nodded.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mm so fucking good.”

You kissed him, your mouths moving together in a passionate frenzy. You reached between you and wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock, spreading the pre that had leaked out of his tip. He threw his head back, arching off of the bed as you touched him.

It was too much. Way too fucking much. He was a whimpering mess, quickly losing control.

“What is it?” you asked, stroking his length in time with your thrusts.

“Please,” he begged over and over, “Please let me cum.”

“You think you deserve it?”

“Yes!”

He tilted his head to look at you again. Tears were spilling past his lashes and trailing onto his flushed cheeks. He looked completely broken. It was beautiful.

“I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything you want. Just please let me—“

“Tomura, you have been good.” You nodded. “Go ahead. I want you to cum for me.”

“Fuck,” he moaned , bucking his hips to match your movements and push himself over the edge.

Within moments, he fell apart, spitting profanities as cum shot from his tip and painted your stomach, slowly dripping back onto him. His brow was furrowed and his chest was heaving as he came down from his high. His body felt like putty, but he couldn’t recall having a more intense orgasm in his life.

You rolled off of him and removed the strap, grabbing a towel.

“That was. . . incredible,” he said in-between breaths as he watched you wipe his cum off of your skin.

You felt an amused smile spread across your face. “Did I live up to your fantasies?”

“You were better.”

“Good answer.” You handed him the towel.

“Did I earn it yet?”

“What?” You asked, confused.

He flashed a crooked smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. “You know.”

You laughed as you understood. “Are you telling me you want another round already?”

“I’m not so sure about right now, but maybe another night.”

“Oh, so you don’t think this was a one-time thing?”

“I hope it wasn’t.”

You smiled and kissed him again before patting his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go shower.”

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simping4villains · 8 months

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I just realized it’s been FOREVER since I posted an update. Here’s chapter 7 of my Shigaraki x Reader fic, Losing Streak. It’s cross-posted on both wattpad and ao3 and is currently up to chapter 17!

Warning: Sexual content, dubious consent

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He didn't give you any time to recover before he approached you, settling to his knees in front of the bed and running his hands up your thighs.

"Let me?" he whispered.

Your head was still too foggy to understand what he meant. "What?"

"Everything I just said." he rubbed your thighs again. "Let me do it. Let me make you feel good."

For the first time since your arrangement with Shigaraki began, it actually felt like you could say no, like he wouldn't push you if you really didn't want it. You should have been ready to jump at the opportunity. You should have pushed him away and asked to leave. Instead, all you could think about was the way that his soft blue hair would feel through your fingers as he went down on you.

"Okay," you replied, still breathless from everything that had just happened.

God, you hated yourself.

He smiled ear to ear and pushed your legs apart so that you were fully exposed to him. He had never been this close to a real vagina before—sure, he'd gotten well acquainted with yours the other day, but he hadn't come face-to-face with it like this. Awestruck, he slid two of his fingers into you, watching as your juices overflowed into his palm a bit.

His breath shuttered. "I can't believe how wet you are for me."

'For him' was a stretch, but you weren't about to make him stop by pissing him off.

He heard you choke on a moan as he curled his fingers against that one spot you seemed to like so much. He knew he'd promised to tease you until you were begging, but he wasn't sure he could wait that long.

He kissed down your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to your core. Once he reached it, he pressed a final kiss to the top of your mound and licked a stripe up your folds. As brief as it was, you couldn't help but whimper when his tongue ran over your clit. You were still so sensitive from your orgasm, and, as much as you hated to admit it, everything he was doing made your body feel like it was on fire. You were fighting between wanting him to stop and wanting him to touch you more.

He pulled back to look at you, gauging how you were liking everything. "You're so beautiful," he said when he saw the needy look in your eyes. "Should I stop?" He already knew what your answer would be, but he needed to hear you say it.

You shook your head. "Don't."

"What you you want?"

He was trying to get you to beg.

"More," you replied

"You want me to eat you out until I make you come?"

Your breath hitched. "Yes," you whispered. You felt so embarrassed.

"Do you want it bad enough to beg?" He asked.

It killed you to admit it, but you did.

"Please," you said.

"Please what?"

"Please, just give me what I want."

"What do you want, baby?"

You hated that pet name, but that was a conversation for another day or time when he wasn't positioned between your legs, dangling a metaphorical carrot in front of your face.

"Please. . ." God, you couldn't believe you were really asking for it. "Please go down on me."

He smirked. "Of course, baby."

He grabbed you by your thighs and yanked you closer to him so that he was mere inches away from your core. Really, while he'd talked a big game, he had no idea what he was doing. Sure, he had a general idea of how this was supposed to go thanks to the countless hours of porn he'd watched over the years, but how could it compare to the real thing? He said a silent prayer that he wouldn't disappoint before burying his face between your legs.

Your back arched as a jolt of pleasure shot through your body. In response, he barred his arm over your hips to keep you in place. He was better at this than you'd expected. The other men who'd done this for you before always started out a little timid, but he really went for it. And as much as you hated the feeling of his rough lips against yours when he kissed you, the added friction was driving you crazy now.

"God," you breathed, trying to bite back curses as you already felt another coil of pleasure tightening in your stomach. The last thing you wanted was to let Shigaraki pull another orgasm out of you. You hated the thought of boosting his ego any more. Still, you weren't stopping him.

He loved hearing your whimpers and your broken breathing above him as he cursived his name over and over against your clit, hoping he could somehow brand you as his from the pleasure alone. When you knotted your hand into his hair he decided you must be close. He wanted nothing more than to make you come, but he wouldn't waste the opportunity to toy with you first. You tightened your grip on his hair in protest when he pulled back.

He snickered at the action, rubbing circles against you with his thumb to keep you mildly stimulated. "You want to come?"

"Yes," you whined.

"Then you'll have to beg for it."

"Please," you breathed.

"Say my name."

"Please, Shigara—"

"No," he interrupted. "My first name, idiot."

You wracked your brain, trying to think of when you might've heard it, but you couldn't come up with anything. "I. . . I don't—"

He shot you an annoyed look. "Are you serious? It's Tomura." He pulled his hand away from you. "You really are just some stuck up bitch. Forget it."

He shifted to move away, questioning whether all of this was really worth it or not. He was sure that you'd never actually want him—clearly you thought you were better than him. So he was admittedly a little shocked when you reached for his arm to stop him.

"Wait," you pleaded. You could tell that he had been offended, and you really couldn't risk letting him get upset. He was too unpredictable. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know it, that's all. I'm sorry, Tomura."

His eyes softened for second before his whole expression turned smug. If he didn't know any better, he'd say you seemed a little desperate. "You're starting to like this, aren't you?"

This? As in the situation he'd put you in through blackmail? No. But were you maybe not minding the things he'd been doing to you at that particular moment?

You nodded. "Yes."

Turning his head, he kissed your knee. "Say my name again."

"Tomura," you murmured.

He placed another kiss further up your thigh. "Again."

"Tomura."

His mouth connected with your core once more, tongue moving skillfully against your clit, very quickly pushing you closer to the edge again. He didn't even have to ask you to keep saying his name, it just slipped past your lips with every moan, every shallow breath. You were chanting it like a prayer. You would've felt utterly pathetic if you weren't too distracted by his tongue to care.

He was absolutely eating it up, barely able to contain the excitement he felt knowing that his plan was working. You were putty in his hands. You actually wanted him to do this. You wanted his hands on you. You wanted his tongue on you. You. Wanted. Him.

When your hand found its way into his hair and you started tugging so tight that he was sure you'd tear it all out, he decided you must be close. He wanted more than anything to make you come again, to watch your pretty little pussy throb just for him. So, to help you along, he slid two fingers past your entrance, dragging them over that rough patch that seemed to make your toes curl.

Your reaction was immediate. You practically screamed his name as your back arched off of the bed. His tongue and hand worked in tandem until he could feel your cunt pulsing around his fingers. Still, he didn't let up, wanting to milk it all out of you. It wasn't until you were begging him to stop, pushing his face away, that he finally did.

He watched in awe as you laid back against his bed, struggling to catch your breath. Your shirt had ridden up a bit amongst all of the action and he could just barely see a hint of your bra from where he sat between your legs. He wanted to rip the rest of your clothes off, to take you right there, but he knew it would be worth waiting for.

He climbed over you, pressing his body into yours and running his hands up the front of your shirt to grope your chest. This time, when his lips met yours, you kissed him back, weaving your fingers into his hair. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't fucking believe it. His plan had actually worked.

He ran a hand up your thigh, hooking it onto his waist to pull you closer. When you didn't protest, he decided to roll his hips against you experimentally. It got his jeans dirty with your juices but he didn't mind. Really, he'd be happy to hold them to his face later while he thought about you, breathing in the sweet scent of your pussy.

To his surprise, you rolled your hips to meet his, matching each movement. God, you were so needy he could hardly wait to ruin you. Taking your actions as a sign that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, he started to pull off his already unbuckled belt. You froze at the sound, which caught him a little off guard. He thought you'd made progress with him, especially after everything he'd just done for you. And, because of all of that, he thought he deserved a reward.

"What's wrong?" He asked as you tensed beneath him.

"Please, I. . ." You were once again struggling for words, your brain too clouded with lust. Your body had been running the show, acting on its own against your will. While it ached for him, the rational part of you was clawing its way back into control, putting a stop to your erratic behavior—thank god.

"You want me to fuck you, baby? I promise i'll make you feel so good."

"No!" You protested, realizing quickly that the way you said it might piss him off. "I mean, no, i'm not ready."

'Not ready?' he thought. Did that mean you would be ready for him sometime soon? If so, he would gladly wait.

"That's okay," he assured you. "We don't have to."

"Really?" you asked in disbelief.

"Of course, baby."

You winced at the use of that pet name again. You didn't want Shigaraki to get the wrong idea about the two of you. You absolutely were not his girlfriend.

"Okay. . . thank you."

He rolled to the side and landed next to you on the mattress. He leaned over to his nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a dab pen. He took a hit before offering one to you, shrugging when you refused it.

"You can head out if you want," he said nonchalantly, adding, "Or you can hang and do your homework while I game. I won't bother you."

You couldn't believe he was actually giving you an option. "Uh, that's fine. One of the textbooks I need is back at my place." It was a lie, of course, but he wouldn't have to know that.

He shrugged again, taking another hit. "Alright. Guess i'll text you later."

"Yeah."

He scrolled through his phone as you gathered your things, getting dressed again. He didn't look up at you once, didn't even say goodbye to you when you left. You didn't understand it. Why was he suddenly acting so different toward you? You were so distracted trying to figure out what the hell his problem was that it didn't hit you until you were back in your own bedroom that you'd royally fucked up. You'd let Shigaraki—no, begged for him to—go down on you. Not only that, you'd been so close to letting him go further. And you'd wanted it all. What the fuck was wrong with you?

You decided to blame it on lust. Every mistake you'd made had come in the heat of the moment. If you'd been thinking rationally, there was no way you would have ever wanted any of it. Certainly not with that monster.

Right?

God, just the thought of it all made you feel sick to your stomach. You needed to get those photos off of his phone, and soon. He'd warned you before that he wasn't a patient person, so you worried you didn't have much time left before he'd stop giving you the opportunity to deny him. You couldn't let that happen.

No more messing around. It was time to play the damn game.

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