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shiggyartist · 1 day
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Aw. He is itching to destroy. 🌹
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spoksstuff · 1 month
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To The Core.
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tomurasmoleunderhislip · 10 months
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It's okay he's still my babygirl
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sakuracream · 4 months
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♡ tomura shigaraki boyfriend hcs ♡:
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even if you two are dating, he can be quite direct at times. says almost everything he thinks as it is and has no filter if something pisses him off, but not to the point of offending you. if he ever makes you upset or his words hurt you, he will feel bad and apologize in private after cooling off a bit. he's a bit toxic in regards to that to be honest.
that being said, he is grumpy most of the time but has a huge soft spot for you. he's never going to be as kissy and fuzzy with you in public as he is in the privacy of his room. though he would not admit it, he secretly enjoys having you trail after him everywhere and is a sucker for bodily contact. it melts his heart when you follow him around like a puppy. however, the furthest he would go in public is placing his hand on your thigh or shoulder.
almost always cranky in the morning because of the lack of sleep. he can go up to two days without sleep and talk about it like it's not a big deal because he is a gamer (of course) and he doesn't need it or is not tired. refuses breakfast, declaring he's not hungry when his stomach is literally growling (or is it because of his passion for energy drinks and salty peanuts), but gobbles up anything warm and soft you cook for him like he hasn't eaten in ages. seriously, he needs three hot meals a day and healthy herbal tea to accompany. his diet is horrible.
that brings up another aspect of your relationship with him: he spends practically all of his time gaming, watching anime, or watching movies at home. a complete shut in. his favorite thing to do is curl up with you on the couch with a bag of chips and watch his favorite movie for the sixth time. he dislikes going out and will only go if you get him excited about something like delicious food, a movie theater, or an amusement park. he will put up with practically anything if you truly want it, but if he hates it, he won't act like he's enjoying it, whining and sighing all the time. but most of the time he doesn't because he likes to see you happy.
he's a huge anime and game nerd and doesn't mind sharing his hobbies with you if you're into that stuff too; otherwise, he would feel weird. if you ask him what he's playing or watching, he will tell you every single thing about the lore, characters, fighting system, etc., with spoilers included. he doesn't care if you were planning to play it yourself. gets so carried away he could talk about it for five minutes straight. it's honestly so endearing. you think he's cute, but that would sound strange to a regular person surely.
sometimes, at the beginning of the relationship, he worries that you'll find his obsessions weird and lame, so he's gradually opening up to you with time. but as soon as he realizes you're just as nerdy as him in your own way, he relaxes. he honestly couldn't wish for a better combo; you're his best friend and a lover.
loves to annoy the shit out of you, would go out of his way to get to see you cry and nag at him. would purposely come up to you while you're busy, making it seem like he just wants to kiss your cheek and quickly lick it with his tongue, staining you with his saliva. would grab your breasts like they're stress balls or slap your butt really hard when you're least expecting it to make you squeal and laugh at your pouty face. if you protest about him leaving purple hickeys on your face or neck, he'll just reply, 
"well that lets people know you're having a good time, right?" if he's feeling particularly cheeky. your ashamed, furious expression makes him cackle every single time (his laughing face is a bit off-putting in those moments).
keeps his feet bare at all times and only wears sweatpants and hoodies around the house. when you offer him to throw away his favorite house clothes and get new ones because they literally all have holes and stains, he becomes violently defensive and acts as though his only concern is that the clothing are comfortable (even though they're hanging by the thread). he's the epitome of a guy who owns like two pairs of jeans and shirts for going out and doesn't give a damn about how he looks. he has one pair of shoes.
hates phone calls even with you and prefers text, mainly because he has social anxiety and doesn't like the sound of his own voice on voice mail. wouldn't mind a lovely voice message from you though. he doesn't have a lot of friends, so he types back instantly, spamming you with game or anime-related memes and writing about someone that annoys him and how he'd kill them if he could.
doesn't care about appearance as much as well, doing only the bare minimum to appear somewhat decent, at least for you. however, if you gently bring up the fact that his nails are scratchy or that his breath smells, he will become so ashamed. will shower the next day, clean-shaven, with shampooed and combed hair, and body coated with deodorant.
his hair is already extremely untidy, but it becomes much more so once he brushes it like dog fur with a crusty brush and gives it a 3-in-1 shampoo scrub. it simply dries up into the shape of a puffy dandelion, and your upbeat demeanor about it kinda annoys him. still, it's nicer when you give him extra hugs and kisses and smell him. its kind of sexy. he also likes when you pop his pimples, cleanse his skin, put cream on him and so on, enjoying the feeling of your hands on his face. he loves it when you're doting with him.
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he's quite kinky but would not tell most of his kinks because a lot of them are taboo and he likes to keep them to himself, so you don't think about him as a freak (let your imagination run wild here). he'd become very pleased if you dressed up for him, cosplayed his favorite character, or simply put on something skimpy and paraded for him around the house. cute outfits like a maid or school girl get him hard instantly, and he immediately proceeds to rip the outfit off of you and deal with you.
he doesn't have a lot of stamina and can't last for more than 10 minutes a round or so, mainly because he loves you so much and you make him nut almost immediately after he enters you. mostly dom during sex and can be a bit mean and demanding during it, telling you to lift your hips, spread your legs wider, open your mouth or get your face ready. loves to slap your butt and all the meaty parts of your body in general, but is always soft, following up with massaging you afterward (fingers slipping into places of course). really loves choking you and pulling your hair if it's long too, but nothing too intense and crazy; he never plays with you to the point where it's actually painful.
his favourite position ever is you on your knees with him above you, his cock slipping in and out of your throat. he just really loves it when you tend to him with your warm mouth, he thinks its the best thing you do with your lips and tongue after kissing him. oral just makes him feel so cozy and relaxed, his head goes empty... and if you swallow and continue to suck as he goes soft, he's in pure heaven, his mental problems are solved, insecurities forgotten, he's ascending, no joke. doesn't ever hesitate to pull you in for a deep kiss in return.
the biggest praiser and cuddler after sex and would want the same from you. he just loves lying naked together, stroking each other, and kissing softly, which usually leads to more passionate pvp. he's so tired at that point, though, that he basically collapses on top of you, apologizing for finishing in seconds. in addition, he doesn't have the biggest sex drive; once a month would probably be suitable for him. part of the reason is porn or hentai games, and the other is just that he's lazy af.
"that's a nice fat ass", "send booty shorts pics" and so on. hypes up any photo of you that you send him and tells you how hot you are. the only photo you'll get of him is of his hairy cock in a dimly lit room, because he's really self-conscious. it always makes him flush when you answer with thoughts of sucking him off and just lusting after him. it feels surreal to him. he loves to receive verbal affirmations from you about his body in general.
overall, he adores you and is a really loving boyfriend in his own right. he rarely expresses his love vocally, preferring real and endearing actions such as getting your favorite meals and seeing to your comfort, such as wrapping you in a blanket or making you hot cocoa. if he gets into a relationship, he is very serious about it and needs constant encouragement that you really do love him. you'll see that he normally pushes people away and avoids any needless interaction, but with you, he just feels relaxed. he has a lot of self-deprecating humor and isn't particularly emotional, but he's trying for you. anyway, wanna watch this show together and fall asleep after like 40 minutes?
sakuracream, 2023. don't repost or copy my writing, minors dni. picture edit is mine, please credit if you use.
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myheromedia · 3 months
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MHA JF24 Super Stage Illustration
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achieve-the-sun · 4 days
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Waiting the bus (surprise under the cut)
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They wait the bus together, Tenko waits for Izuku after school. They became friends because of AllMight Keychains and they never stopped talking after that
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phntxm · 2 months
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he's so hot
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gekiuge · 3 months
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kiss denied
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sugarakis-p2 · 1 month
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Shigaraki hates Valentine Day
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Shiggy hates this holiday until he meets you.
F/M Shigaraki Tomura/Reader chubby/plus size
Warning: Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Licking, Binge Drinking, Dubious Morality, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Political talk
Tomura woke up on Valentine Day with a deep-rooted hatred for the holiday. It was no different from any other day, as he despised each one that passed. But today, his disdain was amplified solely because it was Valentine Day.
He had hoped that, for once, he wouldn't have to spend the day alone or with Kurogiri. After all, he now had a team to spend it with. However, his expectations were quickly crushed when he realized that his team had other plans in mind. Instead of spending the day doing Kurogiri's exhausting team-building exercises, his teammates surprised him with gestures of affection. Toga and Magne each gave him chocolates but promptly announced that they were going to the mall to "stalk boys."
Meanwhile, Mr. Compress had other plans with a date, and that was a nicer way than the crude way of Muscular and Dabi saying they're gonna go get their "dicks and whistles wet." Spinner, as usual, had disappeared without a trace. And so, it was just Tomura and Kurogiri left, once again, to spend Valentine Day alone in each other's company. With a defeated sigh, Tomura handed his chocolates to Kurogiri.
"Where are you going, Tomura?" Kurogiri asked concerned.
"OUT!" Shigaraki yelled in frustration, his voice carrying down the hallway as he left in search of an internet café. He stormed out and made his way to the nearest open booth. His anger was simmering under the surface as he sat down and pulled up his black face mask, its matching hoodie pulled over his head. He absentmindedly tucked his father's hand in his front pocket as if cradling him in his arms.
But then, he noticed you. 
For the first time in his life, he didn't just see someone as a means to an end but as a desirable being. His mind wandered to dirty thoughts, something he had never cared for before. Your soft curves, your silky hair, the delicate nape of your neck. He couldn't help but feel drawn to you, something he had never experienced before. The pulsing beat of your heartstring visible on your neck only added to the attraction. He imagined wrapping his fingers around your neck, feeling your heartbeat racing under his touch, the pulse throbbing against the pads of his long digits. His tongue snaking past your lips, making you choke on it. The mere idea of it aroused him, a feeling he had never associated with someone's neck before. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to push away the growing need in his pants and in his thoughts. This was a new and confusing sensation for him, but he couldn't deny his attraction towards you, and he hated it!
He instead focused on how stupid you are dressed. You're wearing a Stain shirt and playing a stupid online RPG game; he deemed it outdated and pathetic. His irritation manifested as he scraped his nails against his own neck. Despite attempting to focus on his own game, he couldn't help but notice your enticing figure moving on the seat. He couldn't help but imagine you shifting on his lap instead. With a resigned sigh, he gave in to his thoughts.
"Why do you even like him? Wearing a serial killer is tacky," Shigaraki hissed at the back of your head. "What's next? Lunchboxes and beef jerky adorned with Issei Sagawa's face. Maybe a cookbook on how to cook human flesh? Tasteless trash."
You turned to the rude bastard, tearing into his flesh with his cracked nails, and noticed that massive bulge in his lap. You couldn't help but chuckle and look away, making your words playful and flirty instead of irritated, "It's not just about fashion. It's about embracing the subversive message of rejecting a corrupt society ruled by the hero commission. His image is about the symbolism of anti-capitalist hero society."
As Shigaraki's focus shifted, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. This conversation was something he could really sink his teeth into.
"Oh? And are you part of the anti-capitalist hero society, little foreign doll?" he taunted. You were caught off guard by his words. Your Japanese was flawless, so how did he know you were not from Japan?
Feeling the need to defend yourself, you retorted, "I'll have you know I was born and raised here." But Shigaraki's sneer only grew wider.
"Mmm... Let me guess. Your family was just traveling through? Your accent gives it away," he sneered, his words laced with disdain. Your apprehension was palpable as you began your explanation.
"Well, I was actually born on the base," you stammered, feeling self-conscious, flushing, and flustered under his intense gaze. Your blush and sweet, pained expression caused his breath to hitch. In all his years, Shigaraki had never seen a flustered girl. And he couldn't deny that he didn't hate it. In fact, he found himself wanting to see more of your flustered state.
"An army brat, then," Shigaraki smirked, trying to hide his own flustered state. But your response caught him off guard.
"Maybe I am a brat," you huffed, returning your attention to your game. Shigaraki couldn't help but feel a tug of amusement at your feisty attitude. Dabi may be the official brat tamer, but he has learned not to kill them. As you continued playing, Shigaraki logged into his old World of Warcraft account, unable to resist the irony of the situation. He knew he was being a bit of a jerk by killing you repeatedly in the game, but he couldn't help himself. Your anger only made you even more enticing to him. After killing your character the third time, Shigaraki's game avatar suddenly appeared in front of you, offering an apology in the form of virtual flowers. It was his way of showing that he didn't want to truly hurt you, even in the video game world. And in that moment, he couldn't deny that he was starting to develop a certain fondness for the army brat who had caught his attention.
He relished the thrill of seducing young, naive girls in his video games. It was a simple game to him. He only had to press a few buttons, and they would fall for him. But you couldn't stand it any longer. Your gaze hardened as you directed it towards him. You knew without a doubt it was him, the dirty screen watcher who snickered every time he took you down in the game. Noticed in the act, he quickly averted his gaze, knowing he had been caught red-handed. He was surprised that real-life girls are not that easy. You grabbed your coat, paid for your time, and started to walk out. Shigaraki was feeling increasingly irritated and frustrated. He couldn't stop thinking about you, and the desire to do things he knew was considered depraved by most people. It was a distraction that he couldn't shake off. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and stood up, determined to follow and confront you. He trailed behind you, his mind consumed with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to you.
But as he approached you, you turned to face him and sneered, "Are you stalking me now, you creep?" You picked up your pace, clearly annoyed by his presence. Shigaraki was taken aback by your sharp reaction. Toga had once told him that when girls get angry, it's best to follow them. But he couldn't help but question her advice, considering her own tendencies as a stalker.
"Perhaps," He growled, accompanied by a scratch at his neck, "I was still curious about your stance on anti-hero acts. After all, you do come from a background as a foreign army brat with a fascist requiem, where the CRC was born. All in the name of freedom, of course." As he spoke, you felt a sudden stiffness in your body, completely insulted by his assumption. Turning to face him, you couldn't hold back your frustration any longer.
"I was born and raised here; this is my home. And I'm not interested in causing chaos; all I want is to see this place improve. I am not an anti-hero; I am simply against living in a police state. I am against the facade of fake heroes. I'm more of a Stain purest," Your words were laced with determination and conviction, defending your beliefs and principles. This made Shigaraki smirk more.
With a cynical tone, Shigaraki scoffed, "Stain is nothing but a sanctimonious hero breeder. He may have stirred up some conversation, but he certainly isn't causing any real change."
Crossing your arms, you retorted, "At least he sparked a discussion. That's more than what can be said for most people."
Shigaraki rolled his eyes and mocked, "Oh wow, a discussion. How groundbreaking."
"Is there something you need?" You snort in response, not bothering to hide your disdain. The man before you, Shigaraki, blushes and grumbles something unintelligible. His awkwardness only seems to annoy him further as he scratches himself vigorously. "I'm sorry, what was that?" you ask, attempting to hide the amusement in your voice. Shigaraki lets out a deep sigh and glares at you, clearly annoyed by your presence.
"I said you're alone too. It's Valentine Day, and here you are, playing RPGs," he mutters, bitterness seeping through his words. You can't help but feel taken aback by his sudden outburst. But before you can even process his words, Shigaraki continues, "I have nobody. And neither do you. We both like games. But let's be real, I'm better at them." He shrugs nonchalantly, keeping his gaze fixed on you from the corner of his eye. You bite your lip, unsure of how to respond. It's true you are alone on Valentine's Day, indulging in your favorite games. And this man, who you never would have imagined spending this day with, seems to be in a similar situation. But his suggestion takes you by surprise.
"So, what are you suggesting? Being alone together?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in question. Shigaraki's expression softens for a moment before returning to his usual stoic self.
"I mean, why not? We both have nothing better to do, and it's not like we have anyone else. We can just chill and play some games together." His suggestion catches you off guard, but you can't deny the appeal of spending the evening with someone who shares your interests. You consider his offer for a moment before a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of your lips.
"Alright, you're on. But fair warning, I don't go easy on anyone, not even on Valentine's Day," you say, challenging him with a playful glint in your eyes. Shigaraki's lips quirk up into a smirk, accepting your challenge. And just like that, the two of you spend the rest of the evening locked in intense battles and laughter, forgetting about the loneliness that had consumed you earlier. He wasn't going to let this go. He was going to milk it for all it's worth. When he suggested alcohol and gaming, you said no problem. You're having a good time with him.
With a start, you look around the luxurious hotel room, your head throbbing from the alcohol and the intense gaming session. The bags on top of you are filled with expensive designer purses, a testament to the wild night you just had with Shigaraki. As your eyes land on him, dressed in a robe and dripping wet from a shower, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt for forgetting about last night. He had definitely milked the alcohol and gaming suggestion for all it's worth, and you can't help but feel grateful for his company. You had been hesitant at first, but now you're glad you said yes. Still, as you struggle to sit up in the pile of bags, you can't help but wonder how you ended up in this fancy hotel room in the first place, and if you embarrassed yourself. But Shigaraki just laughs, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
"You passed out, so I carried you here," he explains casually as if it's not a big deal. But your face heats up, both from the embarrassment of being carried and from the proximity of his wet body. But before you can dwell on it too much, he tosses you a robe and offers to order room service for breakfast.
"Did we…you know?" you asked him. Shigaraki's face scrunches.
"What?" He scratched his neck idly as if he was trying to process the question. "No. I'm not a fucking scumbag. I don't need to screw unconscious women. If I was that desperate, I would have bought a whore. Last night, we both got drunk. We went shopping, and you said, "Do you know where there's great shopping, Las Vegas?" Then I had my friend bring us here. He has a warp quirk. I bought you whatever you wanted. We celebrated some more in the ghost lounge and then I carried you here to the MGM casino and hotel. I swear I will get us a room in the Luxor tomorrow."
"OK, you have to slow down. Are we really in Las Vegas?" You groaned, shocked at some of the things you had in the bags. There's a bag full of jewelry, diamond jewelry, and thousands of dollars of vintage video games and lingerie.
"Yes. We're really in Las Vegas, and it has been difficult translating everything because I don't know much English. You insisted on the Luxor, but my phone was a pain with out-of-carrier nonsense. Everyone else, it was easy. I just pointed at what I wanted, but a room was a bit more difficult," Shigaraki said, bringing in the room service. "So, this is an American breakfast. Looks…interesting."
He was clearly trying to be kind. He took you to Las Vegas on a whim, and you checked, and you don't feel raped. you wanted to tell him sorry for making assumptions but instead you smiled and looked at him.
"You're cute," you tell him. Shigaraki couldn't help but smirk at this compliment. You could tell he liked how forward you were being towards him as he spoke with a smug and charming tone.
"Is that your way of flirting with me?"
"And look at you eat it up and ask for more, cutie," you smirked. Shigaraki laughed quietly as he leaned in a little closer to you, his musky, clean scent filling the air. He couldn't help but like the way your body smelled mixed with your perfume. He smirked at your teasing and spoke in a flirty tone.
"Oh, is that so? Then let me tell you something then. I like confident and bold women like yourself. You're such a brat but in a good way."
"I remember you saying something about brat taming?" You smirk back. Shigaraki chuckled at you calling him brat tamer, and he smiled a bit wider, revealing his tender side and the sight of him grinning at you sent a tingle of excitement through your body. Your body was already beginning to feel a little warmer as he nursed your hangover and insisted you hydrate.
"You're already calling me tamer? I see that you can't wait to just jump right into it. I kind of like it that way, baby girl brat..."
"I'm not a cheap date. I'll need room service first," you said in Japanese. Shigaraki leered when he heard you suddenly speak in Japanese, which made him smirk slightly. He was impressed that you could speak the language, and he responded back in the same language.
"Room service it is, baby girl. Anything that pleases the lady." The room was dimly lit and had a large bed in the middle of it. The room was warm and cozy, with a subtle, sweet smell of Shigaraki's body in the air mixed with the smell of his perfume. The room was luxurious, with an entertainment center. There was a mirror on the wall next to the bed, and he was standing in front of it, watching you eat after your shower. His sharp eyes were scanning you up and down, taking in your appearance.
"Are you watching me stuff my face?" you asked with a mouthful of omelet. Shigaraki smiled at your comment as he continued to stare at you, admiring your sexy figure in your silk robe clinging to you. You spent the day inside for now as you had a headache for most of the day. When you changed, he wanted you to join him in front of the mirror. You could tell that he was having trouble getting his eyes off of you as they kept wandering back and forth between your body and your face. He gave you a small wink and continued to admire your body, loving the view.
"Are you being flirty now?" you asked.
"What if I am?" He smirked with a mischievous glint. 
"Hmmm, I am nice and sober now." As you walked up to the reflection and your back was facing him, he saw the way the top was clinging to your body and the way your tight jeans were form-fitting and accentuated your curves, which made him smirk and walk towards you. Before long, he began wrapping his arms around your body and holding you tightly against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as you stood up next to him. His breath was hot and heavy as he spoke.
"Ah, you truly are a beauty to behold. Can I ask you something?" Shigaraki's soft voice filled the air as he spoke while also pulling you in even closer to him. You could tell that he was starting to get a little bit more aroused by the way his body was reacting to you being up against him like this. You felt the muscles in his body flex slightly as he continued. You wrapped my arms around him and one of my legs. He chuckled and smiled, enjoying the way you wrapped yourself around him. Your intimate proximity between the two of you was making you both feel warm and flustered. Shigaraki took a deep breath as he spoke again, his body feeling more and more energized the longer he held you tightly against him.
"Have you ever been with a Japanese man before?"
"No. Are you going to ruin me for anyone else?" you teased. Shigaraki smirked at your tease but also couldn't help but groan slightly when you spoke. Your voice was extremely alluring and provocative. You could tell that he was getting quite excited by your presence and the playful flirting.
"You have no idea. I may make you addicted to me," he said, pulling you tighter to him.
"Promises. Promises," you chuckled as he lifted you. Holding you by your ass. Shigaraki let out another groan as he grabbed a firm hold of your rear and lifted you up into his arms. Your body felt so close to his, and it made your body tremble in excitement and arousal. His touch was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but squirm and moan softly in a lustful way.
"How long are we going to be stateside? We should go back soon," you mentioned. This was getting a bit strange for you. It was all strange, but you were really starting to have feelings for him, and you would need to go back at some point. Shigaraki held you closer to him as he spoke, keeping you in his arms and wrapping his stronger arm around you to hold you up.
"For a week…but I would be willing to make it longer for you. I've enjoyed it since I've been here. I'm liking what I see…," he said, eyeing you up and down.
"Oh? The view is better without clothes," you smirked, kissing him. Your suggestive remark caught Shigaraki off guard, but he couldn't resist the challenge as he leaned in to kiss you back. His lips moved in perfect synchronization with yours, both of you exploring and teasing each other. Your touch sent shivers down his spine as he pulled you closer, savoring every moment of your embrace. Your body pressed against his, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't control. He couldn't help but run his hands over your curves, marveling at your beauty. As your kisses grew more passionate, he couldn't resist the urge to explore further, trailing his lips down your neck and to your chest.
Your response only fueled his desire as he nipped at your nipple through your shirt, causing you to moan. The sound only made him want to hear more as he watched you slip off your blouse and bra, bearing your enticing form to him. The way you moved and teased him, slowly undressing and revealing your seductive body, only increased the tension between you. Shigaraki's heart raced as he watched the scene play out, unable to look away from your alluring figure. The anticipation and desire he felt were almost too much to bear, and he couldn't resist any longer. With a growl, he pushed you back against the couch, dominating you with his touch and desire. Your bold and confident demeanor only made him want you more, and he couldn't help but give in to the intense passion between you.
"You still like what you see?" you teased. Shigaraki was speechless at the sight of you, and he nodded his head slightly as his eyes kept focusing on every sexy detail of you. He was truly mesmerized by your beauty and your physique, and he wanted nothing more than to touch and explore it. His body was already reacting in a lustful way, and he wanted to take you right then and there. He took a deep breath before speaking again.
"Words can't even begin to describe just how much I like what I see, baby girl. You are truly a sight to behold." His voice was laced with desire, and the way your body looked at that moment was breathtaking. He leaned in and started tracing his tongue along the curves of your body.
"Damn, you really are strong," you moaned, unable to contain your excitement. Shigaraki chuckled, his hands now gripping your hips tightly. "And I haven't even shown you my full strength yet." With a wicked grin, he began to kiss and nibble at your neck, the combination of pleasure and his strength making you weak in the knees. As he continued to claim you with his touch, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his impressive strength, giving you a new level of pleasure you never thought possible. You couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement as Shigaraki's words sent shivers down your spine. His strong grasp made you feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards man. As he continued to caress your body, his touch felt almost electrifying. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire, causing you to whimper in pleasure. Shigaraki's smirk grew wider as he noticed your reaction, his own desire intensifying.
"I can tell you want more," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You want to feel my strength, don't you?" You nodded, unable to form any words as his touch and words left you dizzy with desire. "Well, I'll give you more, brat," he said, his grip tightening on your body. With a low growl, he effortlessly lifted you up and carried you toward the nearest wall, pressing you against it with his powerful body. You couldn't help but gasp at the force behind his movements, feeling his muscles tense against you. His hands roamed over your body, leaving trails of heat wherever they touched. You could feel his strength in every touch, making you feel almost weightless in his hold.
"Really? You should take me to the bed and take off your clothes so I can see for myself, you tease," You smiled. You loved the feeling of his mouth on you. Sucking your nipples and teasing the sensitive nubs with his tongue. The way you said, "Take me to the bed," made his entire body tremble in excitement. His tongue traced along the lines of your body, and he gave you a playful bite on your thigh before lifting you up further and taking you to the bed, where he threw you down on it and slowly walked up next to you. You could tell that he enjoyed your eagerness, and his body was beginning to fill with a strong level of lust towards you. He held you tightly, unable to resist the urge to feel every inch of your skin against his own. His fingers traced along your soft skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. And as he lifted your hips, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. You were beautiful. Your hair spread out on the pillows, your cheeks flushed with desire, and your body eagerly offering itself to him.
He couldn't wait to explore every inch of you, to make you moan and scream his name. And as he slowly slid off your pants, his desire only grew. He watched with hungry eyes as your thighs exposed themselves to him, your skin so smooth and inviting. He couldn't resist the urge to press a kiss to your inner thigh, causing you to gasp and writhe beneath him. As he continued his journey up your leg, shedding his own clothes in the process, he couldn't help but feel intoxicated by your presence. Your scent, your touch, your moans...everything about you was driving him wild. And as his hand reached its destination, he felt himself almost losing control. But he held himself back, wanting to savor every moment with you. He traced his fingers along the edges of your underwear, teasing and teasing until you were begging for more. And with a deep growl, he finally pulled them off, exposing your heat to him. He couldn't resist any longer. He trailed his tongue along your inner thigh, making you shiver and moan. And as he took you in his mouth, he knew he had finally found his true addiction. You were his pleasure, his escape, his everything. And he would make sure to show you just how much you meant to him.
"Oh wow. I'm a soft little hot dog bun compared to you," you giggled. Shigaraki chuckled slightly at the way you described yourself as the bun and him as the hotdog, but you could tell it was driving him crazy with desire. As he continued to slowly strip off his clothing, he looked at the sight of you lying down on the bed, all cute and helpless, which made him want to dominate you more. You were like a beautiful and delicious little snack to him. As he stripped off the last piece of clothing and threw it on the floor, you looked. The sight of his muscular body was breathtaking.
Blushed and stared at him, flustered. He was like a statue, and he was gorgeous. His muscles were like waves rippling under his skin, each one defined and powerful. As I gazed at him, my eyes roamed over his lean and toned frame, admiring the way his body seemed to be chiseled from marble. He may have had scars, but they only added to his rugged and alluring appearance. You couldn't help but be drawn to him, the intensity of your desire evident in your blushing cheeks and admiring glances. Despite his slight shivers caused by the rush of blood through his powerful body, he exuded a sense of strength and confidence that was irresistible.
You found yourself lost in the sight of his muscles, the way they seemed to bulge and flex with every movement. His body was a work of art, and you were more than happy to worship and admire it. It was clear that he relished your admiration, basking in the way you lusted over his form. You reached out to touch him, and as your fingers grazed over his skin, you could feel the firmness of his muscles beneath your touch. He was like a stallion, strong and proud, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. In that moment, there was nothing more perfect than his lean and toned body, and you were grateful to be able to admire and appreciate it. You reached out to touch him and felt the firmness of his muscles beneath your fingertips and pulled him to you.
As you reached out to touch his magnificent body, he let out a sharp inhalation of breath as the sensation of your hands caressing his body made him shiver in pleasure. As he came close to you, your body pressed right up against his muscular frame, and all you could feel was his warmth and strength. It was so intoxicating being so close to him like this and nipped his neck. The touch of your lips against his neck drove him crazy with desire, and he was instantly filled with a strong level of lust and arousal. He gasped quietly, and his body trembled a little bit at the sensation of feeling your soft lips against the nape of his neck; the touch felt so good, and it was making all his nerve endings tingle. He took a deep breath and breathed in the sweet scent of your perfume mixed with the smell of your body's natural scents.
"You're delicious." As you nibbled at the side of his neck, your warm breath and the touch of your lips sent waves of arousal through his body. Your words made his cheeks blush even more, and he was feeling extremely overwhelmed with your touch and the sensations it was making him feel. His body felt completely consumed by you, and his entire mind and focus were on you as you enjoyed the feeling of exploring every part of him. "But…you may be too thick." Your fingers can't even wrap around it.
"I'll get you ready," Shigaraki grunted. You loved how he touched you and how he was tantalizing my body for the pleasure that was to come. Fingering your slick walls and making you wetter. He continued to softly nibble on the back of your neck as his hands started sliding down your lower back. His touch was full of warmth and softness, and he was being very precise and sensual while also being firm in his grip. He wanted to take his time with you and was enjoying the feeling of discovering every single piece of your body. His touch just made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, and he was making your heart beat faster and faster with every move.
"I'm ready," you whispered, nipping his ear. The words you whispered in his ear caused all the blood to flow to rush to his head. His entire body was now filled with a strong level of desire, and he wanted nothing more than to take you right then and there. The way you nipped at his earlobe caused a shiver of pleasure, and his body was literally trembling with excitement and longing. He breathed out a deep breath before answering back to you.
"I'm big, but I'll try to be gentle," Shigaraki promised.
"OK," you whimpered, your voice soft and trembling. Despite the simple word, it held so much power over him. Every time you spoke, it felt like a rush of electricity coursing through his veins, leaving him breathless and aching for more. As your words reached his ears, he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, feeling completely consumed by your beauty and the warmth of your touch on his body. It was like every cell in his body was screaming for you, craving your presence and the sensations you ignited within him. Just the thought of having you right now, in this moment, made his body quiver with excitement and desire.
He couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer to you, wanting to be as close to you as possible. He could feel your warmth enveloping him, and it only added to the overwhelming emotions swirling within him. As you spoke with a husky voice filled with lust and longing, he felt a surge of arousal run through him. He wanted you in every sense of the word. He wanted to experience every aspect of this night with you, to lose himself in the pleasure and ecstasy that only you could bring. In this moment, nothing else mattered. Your words were a soothing melody to his ears, and all he wanted was to be lost in your embrace, lost in the depths of your passion.
"You're mine," he grinned evilly. You kissed him and adjusted your hips against him. Encouraging him to make love to you. The way you placed your hips against him like that was a signal for him to make his move. He moved in closer towards you, and his body leaned down further so he could move his face right next to yours but not touching just yet. Your breath was so tantalizing, and he wanted to get deeper and deeper into this moment. Your lips looked so beautiful and inviting. His breath was quickening, and his body was tingling with excitement and desire. You could see all the muscles in his body flexing and throbbing with energy as he took a deep breath and kissed you deeply.
"Mmm...so good," you moaned, kissing him more. Your moan was sweet music to his ears, and the feeling of you kissing him back and your lips locking in this passionate kiss made him moan as well. The feeling of your tongue exploring the inside of him, and the heat of your breath made his muscles twitch and shiver with pleasure. The kiss was intense and hot, and he could not get enough of it. He wanted to savor every moment of this sensual experience, and he knew if he took his time, this would continue to intensify in the best ways possible. You felt him fill you and writhed, breathe hitching.
"Oh!" The feeling of you saying those words made everything the body inside him feel the increase in intensity by the second. Your moans were driving him crazy, and he was filling you with everything he could inside of him. Your reactions to him and this experience are making it all feel much more intense, and the heat of the moment, combined with the power dynamic, made your body tremble in pleasure.
"Oh! OH!" You screamed as his rhythm increased along with your pleasure. Shigaraki continued to increase the pace and rhythm as his breathing grew heavier and heavier. You could tell his entire body was consumed by his feelings of pleasure since your breathing had also become more intense. Your moans were driving him crazy, and he could feel the intensity of this experience growing more and more with each passing second. He was feeling so intense and powerful right now. You tried not to dig your nails in his back and shoulders because his muscles are like steel and giving him more scars.
"Fuck you are tight. I don't care if you dig your nails in. I deserve it for whatever pain I caused," he smirked. Thrust harder until it is painfully good. The way you dug your nails into the muscles on his back and shoulder was what made him moan even louder as he kept going at this intense and relentless pace. The sound of your nails digging into his skin was sending shivers of pleasure up and down his back, and he couldn't help but grip your hips even tighter and move even quicker than before. The sight of his muscles flexing with each movement of him fills you with his body and makes your body tremble with pleasure. You bite his shoulder and arch your back in a wave of ecstasy. As you bit down his shoulder and arched your back, your body was trembling with pleasure, and your breathing had become shallow and quick. Your nails digging into his back and shoulder made him moan even louder, and you could see all the veins in his body pulsating with the intensity of this moment. The way you were moving your back like that, it was like a sight to see. The sight of your beautiful body arching so effortlessly and smoothly filled him with such a deep level of arousal.
As you continued to pant and moan in pleasure, you couldn't help but focus on the way his body reacted to your words and sounds. The way he groaned and shifted beneath you only added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you both. You couldn't help but realize that you didn't even know his name. But in that moment, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the raw passion between you and the electric connection that seemed to intensify with each passing moment. As you moved and breathed against each other, every movement felt like a symphony of pleasure. Your mind was consumed with the sensations, and every thought was replaced with the need to feel more.
You couldn't resist the urge to whisper, "Oh my God," once again as the pleasure pulsed through you. And as you moaned and cried out his name, the intensity seemed to heighten even more, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. Nothing else existed but the two of you and the unbridled passion that consumed you. Every kiss, every touch, every breath was pure bliss. And as you both reached the peak of pleasure together, you knew that this was a moment you would never forget. It just occurred to you that you don't know his name.
"Shig-ah," he grunted, unable to pay attention as he lightly gripped your throat and sat up on his knees to thrust in you harder.
"Shiggy," you moaned, the nickname rolling off your tongue in a cute and endearing way. The pleasure coursing through your body was only heightened by using his special nickname. You could feel the tension building within him, his own pleasure increasing with every breathy moan that escaped your lips. Each time you uttered his nickname or any words of pleasure, it ignited a fire within him, driving him to give you even more pleasure. He made sure to move at a pace that allowed you to fully experience every sensation, every touch, and every movement. The deep groans and whimpers coming from you fueled his desire to go faster and harder, but he resisted the temptation, determined to take his time and make every moment count.
Together, you reached the peak of pleasure three more times, the intensity and pleasure excruciatingly intense with every climax. But instead of rushing through it, he slowed down, wanting to prolong the pleasure and make it last as long as possible. As you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking, you couldn't help but marvel at how his patience and attention to detail only added to the pleasure and satisfaction you both experienced. Every touch and movement was carefully crafted to bring you both the most pleasure, and it only made your bond stronger and your love deeper. You realized that Shiggy was not just your lover but also your best friend, who truly cared about your pleasure and well-being.
"That was amazing." Shigaraki could feel his entire body throbbing with the rush of energy and feelings of pleasure that came from both experiencing such a strong level of climax. His body was trembling with this euphoric feeling, and he felt like he was on a cloud of ecstasy just from feeling this good. Your words and compliments made him blush, but he continued to make sure his movements were gradual so that you wouldn't feel too disoriented or overwhelmed. The way you both enjoyed this intimate moment made it feel even better, and it made this experience even more memorable. Your legs are shaking, and my breathing is heavy. As the feeling of climax and pleasure started to subside, you could still feel your body trembling, and your breathing was still very heavy.
You were now feeling much more relaxed, but the sight of Shigaraki's body was still making you shiver slightly as your body continued to relax more and more. He was beginning to slow down his movements to make sure that the transition wasn't too drastic for you, and he was still gripping you tightly, but your hips were no longer arching so high up now. You kissed him again. After the feeling of intense and overwhelming pleasure started to subside, you could feel your body calming down and your breathing becoming more consistent and regular. As you kissed him again, his body relaxed a little bit more as well, and he pulled you closer to him so that you would be right up against him. For a few minutes, the two of you just lay there silently, enjoying the afterglow of this experience. There was something about being in each other's presence to just relax and feel this satisfied.
"Room service?" you smirked. The sound of you speaking and your smirking made him raise an eyebrow in curiosity, and as he laughed quietly, you could see a small smile forming in his mouth. He looked at you with those sexy eyes of his, and they were filled with a certain playful, seductive expression. You could tell the two of you were still feeling extremely satisfied from this incredible experience, and the sound of your voice made even more butterflies fill your stomach.
"You know you're a handsome guy. But when you smile...you are literally stunning. You better stop, or I'll ask for round two." As you spoke to him in this flirtatious manner, his cheeks turned red, and you could see he was enjoying the feeling of your praise. Your playful tone and that look in your eyes were enough to make him shiver with excitement, and he got an urge to pull you closer to him and kiss you, but he decided to stop himself and hold himself back. But he could not help feeling a little bit smug after hearing those words coming from you.
"Alright. Steaks and ....mmmm....the soup or salad?" He chuckled quietly at your answer and the way you sounded so relaxed and at ease. It was like you had no concerns or worries in this world. He smiled softly and looked at you with those eyes of his, and he nodded his head.
"The soup sounds good."
"Oh my god, they have dragon fruit ice cream. Have you ever had dragon fruit? Wait a minute? Are you lactose intolerant?" He laughed a bit at the sight of your sudden expression of surprise and delight at the existence of dragon fruit ice cream. He was also amused by seeing your genuine sense of worry as you raised the possibility of him having lactose intolerance, which would be an issue for eating an ice cream dessert. He smiled and shook his head. "I'm not lactose intolerant."
"That's amazing! Most Japanese are... But you guys seem to ignore it."
He laughed quietly and nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, most Asians, in general, tend to have a lactose intolerance issue. Especially those of us who are East Asians or Southeast Asians. But thankfully, I do not have such sensitivity towards dairy products. I can eat it quite well."
"Handsome and sweet. Let's have ice cream for dessert."
He raised an eyebrow in interest and curiosity as you called him handsome again. He smiled, leaned in to kiss your cheek, and nodded his head. "That sounds like a great idea. Ice cream for dessert is definitely the way to go."
As you nuzzled his neck and whispered your order for ice cream, he eagerly complied. With a soft smile, you made your way to the bathroom, ready for a relaxing shower. But as you stripped off your clothes and turned on the water, you felt his presence behind you. With a sly grin, he stepped into the shower with you, his desire for you evident as he pressed his body against yours. Without hesitation, the two of you began a passionate and quick encounter, indulging in each other's bodies before returning to the task at hand. After drying off, the anticipation for your ice cream grew, and you made your way back to the living room, hand in hand with him. As you reached for the food, you couldn't help but tease him, feeding him spoonfuls of ice cream before finally sitting down to enjoy your treats together.
"Mmm…dessert first," you said with a mischievous glint in your eye. He simply nodded, knowing that with you, anything was possible. As you fed him spoonful after spoonful, the two of you basked in each other's company, savoring the sweet treats and each other's presence.
"The seeds add a fun crunch." As you feed him and describe the added crunch, he enjoys the taste of the ice cream and the texture of the tiny seeds in his mouth. He eats the whole thing with a lot of enjoyment, and his eyes are sparkling with laughter and amusement as he eats. He is enjoying the moment of being together with you on this night of pure pleasure.
"I thought I was a brat?"
He laughs and nods his head.
"Yes, but you are also adorable, and it's so hard to resist it. I can't help but be amused by watching you try to be a brat but fail so badly." you run your fingers through his hair. He moans softly as you run your fingers through his hair, and he loves the feeling of your fingers on his scalp. He relaxes even more and is in a very contented state, enjoying the feeling of being close to you and the affection you are giving him. His eyes keep a tender and playful look as he keeps enjoying the touch of your hands running through his hair. The soft texture through your fingers makes you both shiver.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad I met you too," Shigaraki's words echo in your mind as you walk into the bathroom to start packing for your trip back to Japan. You can't believe how much fun you've had with him in Las Vegas. The city of sin had brought out a side of you that you never thought existed. But now, as you watch Shigaraki watching the news, fear creeps up your spine. You try to push it away, reminding yourself that this is the man you've grown close to, who has shown you nothing but kindness and care. But then, as you come out of the bathroom with your bag in hand, you see something that freezes you in your tracks. Shigaraki has a severed hand covering his face, and you can't help but feel a shiver of fear go down your spine. You're about to ask him what happened when he removes the hand and looks at you with a cold, calculating expression.
"I was worried you would react like this," he begins, his voice devoid of any emotion. "You're such a sweet and trusting soul. It's no surprise that you freeze up when faced with something like this. But you see, that's also your downfall. You're so naive, so innocent. And I used that to my advantage." As his words sink in, you feel your heart drop. 
"I wanted to ask you if you had ever been with a villain before, but it's clear now that you haven't," Shigaraki continues, his eyes boring into yours. "But it's OK, I'll teach you. We consummated our marriage, and you'll see just how much fun it can be to embrace the dark side." You feel your stomach drop at his words. This wasn't what you signed up for. You never thought your innocent trip to Las Vegas would lead you down this path. But as you stand frozen in fear, you realize that you have no choice. You're trapped with a villain, and you can only hope that, somehow, you'll find a way out of this terrifying situation. You never thought you would be in this situation with a villain. You start to back away, trying to make sense of what he's saying. Consummate the marriage? What marriage?
"What?" you gasped, taken aback by his statement. "What do you mean by consummated? Consummated what?"
A sinister expression twisted his features, a smirk spreading across his face as he tossed a packet at you. As you opened it, your heart sank at the contents inside: your marriage certificate, photos of the wedding you couldn't remember. He reached out to caress your hair. His touch was meant to be comforting, but it only sent a chill down your spine.
"Hush now, my dear naughty one. My sweet little brat," he cooed. "There's no need to be upset. I will treat you well as long as you behave. And from now on, you will never have to spend Valentine's Day alone again." A sly smile played on his lips as he slipped a wedding ring onto your finger, sealing the deal of your forced marriage. The weight of the ring felt heavy, a constant reminder of the unexpected and terrifying turn your life had taken.
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35c4p15t · 3 months
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Ungrateful
Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x afab!Reader CW: yandere, kidnapping, heavily implied depression, angsty, nonconsensual sex, pain
NSFW - MDNI
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Plush duvet under your back, limbs sprawled over the bed, you continue listlessly staring at the blank ceiling. Ambient music plays in the background, accompanied by Tomura's heavy breaths and barely audible clicks of his controller's buttons. Occasionally, you were graced with frustrated curses or insults. Watching him play had grown tiring long ago, not that the ceiling was any more interesting. In a previous time, you played together, but even video games required more energy and motivation than you possessed now.
A strangled, annoyed groan pulled your gaze instinctively, allowing you to see him carelessly discard his controller before standing up, bones cracking loudly, and turning to you, scowling. Dread settles itself in your stomach as he approaches you. Ironic; he used to make you so happy, but it seemed the more lethargic you grew, the more aggressive he became. He looks you over, displeased. “Move over." Gathering the little energy you had, you collect your limbs and shuffle over to make room for him. He flops down next to you, bouncing you both slightly. His gaze burns into you, unimpressed with the distant look in your tired eyes. He gunts, deciding to finally address your condition after days, if not weeks, of refusing to confront the change in your attitude and behaviour. “Why are you like this?" Not answering will only anger him, so you push yourself through your exhaustion to reply, not bothering to properly pronounce your words. “… Ev'rythin' seems poin'less… barely feel anythin' anymore." Discontent with your answer, his brows furrow before a predatory grin breaks across his face and he sits up to leer over you. “You wanna feel somethin, huh? Wanna do something with a purpose?"
His gaze is malicious as a hand touches your t-shirt, disintegrating it. Without it, his skin is clammy and rough against yours. Braless, as the only clothes he gave you were t-shirts and shorts, you are exposed to his greedy eyes. Disgusted, you look away as his hand grabs your chest. Since your imprisonment, you had suspicions he would do this, but you ignored them, wanting to hold onto the memory of him as your friend, even if he had acted questionably.
Longing for the past, you are dragged from your thoughts by a harsh squeeze to your breast as he slings a leg over your hips, looming over you. Glancing at his face, his expression is almost ecstatic, causing a chill to ripple down your spine. Dropping his head, Tomura licks a long, slimy stripe along your neck, prompting you to cringe. He shows no indication of noticing, much less caring. Instead, he roughly grabs your face with his free hand, cementing you in place as he plants his chapped lips against yours, immediately trying to force his tongue into your mouth. He succeeds when you gasp in pain due to his fingers digging mercilessly into the plush of your chest. Repulsed, desperate to remove his tongue from your throat, you wish you had the will to fight back. Not that it would help much, he would simply overpower you. Shame and regret weigh heavy on your heart.
Tomura starts grinding his hips down into you, adding to your revulsion. Pulling away, he lets go of your face, and you relish the absence of his tongue, until he shifts to kneeling over you and touches your shorts, rendering you naked. “Turn over." His voice is raspy and commanding, and despite the implications of his request, you obey, grateful you no longer have to face him. His weight leaves the bed momentarily, but returns quickly as he hastily pushes your legs far enough apart to place himself between them, then he descends upon you again; slobbering and panting against your neck as his hips shallowly hump your ass, chest laying on your back. Horrified, you realise he is bare, save for his boxers; the thin layer of fabric the only barrier between his thick cock and your vulnerable butt. Both his arms snake under you; one hand entertains itself by once more ruthlessly groping your chest while his other hand travels between your thighs, inexperienced fingers flumbling as they explore. Stomach turning, you feel nauseous. Reaching your pussy, his fingers find no evidence of arousal, causing Tomura to grunt, annoyed. “What, you don't want me? Get wet, or it's gonna hurt us both." He's frowning, and his breath irritates your ear.
Continuing to unskillfully prod and poke around, he finally grazes your clit, making you jolt and him grin, entirely too proud of himself. Harshly pressing the tough pads of his fingers against the bundle of nerves, paired with the movement caused by his depraved grinding, and pawing at your chest, forces your body to respond, involuntarily readying yourself for him. Overcome with panic, at long last, you gain the will to protest, voice shaky as tears threaten to form. “Tomura, pleas' stop, I don' wan' this…!" “Shut up, you fuckin' ingrate," he sounds offended, an edge to his words. “I'm doing this for you; make you feel something good, give you some meaning. Be more thankful." Fueled by anger, or perhaps impatience, he kneels behind you and rids himself of his boxers before grabbing your hips with both his hands, lifting you up onto your knees while your upper body remains on the bed, hiding your face as your eyes brimmed with tears.
After lining himself up, he pushes into your cunt, his cock hot and far too big for how little prepared you are. In response to the splitting pain, you cry out; it almost feels like he's tearing you apart. Seemingly, your whines only serve to excite him, as his pants deepen and he thrusts harder into you, desperate to bottom out. When he does, his dick poking painfully at your cervix, you're sobbing, and grabbing at the sheets in agony. You're almost definitely bleeding. “Fuck, you're so tight…!" His voice is strained, and as he finishes speaking, a cool liquid lands on your back. Nausea flares up as you realise he's drooling on you. Allowing you only a moment to adjust, he begins moving too soon, evoking more cries and muffled screams. Mercifully, one of his hands relocates your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Pleasure helps distract you from the horrible ache, and slowly causes your pussy to get wetter, until eventually you're slick enough that Tomura's thrusts speed up, and your sobs gradually morph into small, shameful moans.
Without looking, you know he's smirking, even through his groans and curses. Every time he opens his mouth, more drool falls onto you, but you're too clouded by forced pleasure to pay much attention anymore. Unprompted, Tomura leans down, pressing against your back, returning his mouth to your neck, heavy pants loud in your ear, and the hand that had been keeping your hips in place slid under you, once again desperately squeezing your chest. From the new angle, he managed to hit somewhere that showed you stars, causing you to clench around him, in turn making him grunt, drool over your neck, and start to jackrabbit into you. Repeatedly pounding your sweet spot while continuously circling your clit, the white-hot coil that had built up inside you snaps, making your cunt tighten around his cock, involuntarily moaning loudly as you come. Fucking you through your orgasm, Tomura follows you soon after, mumbling nonsense in your ear while saliva floods from his mouth. Horror fills you as he does, disgusted, ashamed, and regretful. He stays inside you, regaining his breath. “Don't you feel so much better now?" He brushes his wet lips against your cheek, nearly lovingly, before he pushes you down from your knees, lying on top of you until he rolls the both of you onto your sides, holding you from behind. He still doesn't pull out.
Cruelly, feelings are abundant now.
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shiggyartist · 2 days
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Blue haired King. I love his white hair way more but I dont ever wanna forget the old version of him though deep down Shigaraki never fucking changed. Yea he grew and developed, but he still Shiggy/Tenko no matter wtf he looks like. He still cares for his league and is still that adorable ass chill precious killer we love.
I deadass question what Shiggy truly wants sometimes...Whether he truly wanna destroy or if he just wants his League to be together and be happy like he legit stated in S5. Man don't just kill without reason.
Real talk, call it rude, idfc...Only real Shiggy fans been with him since the beginning. I've seen people talk downright shit and hate on him in the beginning, then once his hair turn white, he gain some muscle and them beautiful titties finally out, they wanna be all over him. Like, hell nah bruh...
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shiggysimp69 · 18 days
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You know what? Fuck it.
This:
I made this out of clips from My Hero Ultra Impact. Sorry if it's cringe.
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bugs-fic-corner · 6 months
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Defiled (tomura shigaraki x little sister!reader)
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request: none
word count: 6.5k words
tw: incest, possession and obsession, somnophia, noncon to dubcon, drugging, dacraphilia, oral (m and f recieving), fingering, slapping, spanking, spit, piv, creampie, unsafe sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), innocence kink, virginity loss, not proof read
SMUT UNDER THE CUT
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as you got older though, that love that your brother had always had for you felt more passionate for him. your body grew and he could see the way people looked at you now. the way people’s intentions towards you changed. of course, you’re too innocent to understand it but he does. and those looks are enough to get him worried. worried your attention will go elsewhere. worried you’ll notice those looks and enjoy them. worried you’ll notice that he’s been looking at you that way too.
shigaraki started begging to sleep on your bed even more and of course you agreed. he’s your big brother, you just want him to be happy. you go out of your way to help him be happy. buying him games, fling the dishes on his nights, even doing his laundry. in return he’d cook for you and (sometimes) do your laundry when you uncharacteristically forget to do it. unbeknownst to you, he was doing these things for very selfish, very wrong, reasons. he knew that. he felt guilty about what he was doing. at first it started with stealing your panties. just for minutes at a time at first to sniff and feel. then overnight to cover in his own thick cum. the first time he did it he almost cried from shame. you were too innocent. too off limits. but he couldn’t stop. and his shame wasn’t as big as his love and lust for you.
then he thought of something even worse. he tossed and turned on this idea for a few weeks. he almost gave in on the nights he planned to spend sleeping in your room. what finally did it is when you started texting someone. all. the. time. you were constantly smiling at the phone and giggling to yourself. you were staying at school a little later than normal. shig could tell something was up. something wrong. so, one night when you were asleep he checked your phone. of course. a boy. he was so angry he almost woke you up to confront you. why would you need someone else? was he not enough to make you happy? and then he saw them. the pictures. just two but that was enough. not full nudes, a picture of you in your bra and a picture up your skirt. they both were taken in the school bathroom.
he took a deep breath, put the phone down, and laid back down next to you before cuddling up behind you to hold onto you as he always did. he understood now. you needed something more. something he hadn’t given you yet. you needed sex, something he’d thought about a lot at this point. he smiled. now he felt safe in doing what he’d been thinking about. he broke.
the next night as you came home from school, your brother was finishing up dinner. one of the rare nights he’d decided to make it instead of ordering it. you walk through the door and set your bag down and took your shoes off.
“niisan! what’d you make?” you smile as you walk to the kitchen, smiling at the delicious smell coming from said room.
shigaraki smiles as he sets the full glasses of shochu on the table, yours just finishing bubbling. he turns and smirks at you, gesturing to the stove. “just your favorite, ramen.”
you reach over and hug him quickly, shig freezing for a second, before rushing to say you’ll be back soon. you quickly rush up to your room and change into your pajamas, just a tank and shorts. you go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit from your long day at school before heading back down to eat.
shigaraki has set the table and had just sat down when you joined him. he smiled at you and scanned your body, taking in your curves. of course you didn’t notice but all he could think about were those pictures and how good you’d looked (he’d sent them to himself before turning off your phone). as you sat and ate and drank, you are your niisan talked about your days. you had gotten a very high compliment from your english teacher on your essay you’d turned in. shigaraki had just played games and gone grocery shopping but as he talked you seemed just as enthralled as if he was telling a story about an ancient legend. god you were so cute.
as you cleaned up the plates your eyes started to get heavy but you pushed on. you wouldn’t let your long day get in the way of helping around the home. you manage to finish the dishes, shig glancing over at you periodically, you figure noticing your exhaustion. you whine when you finish and start to go to sit on the couch with your niisan, but he shoots up and puts his hand on your back to lead you up the stairs.
“nope. you’re basically asleep right now. you’re going to bed.”, he says as he leads you to your room at the end of the hallway.
you’re silent, too tired all of a sudden to really do anything, while shigaraki laid you on your bed and tucked you in. he kisses you on your forehead and backs out of the room, a sly smile on his face. “goodnight imoto.”
—2 hours later—
shigaraki opens your bedroom door, not bothering to try to hide his presence. he knows the sleeping pill he gave you in your drink would have taken care of any need to be quiet.
walking to the edge of your bed, he smiles down at your sleeping form, taking in your beauty. while you rest you have an air of innocence about you. just so pure and clean. he knows you’re a virgin, cyou’ve complained about it he doesn’t know how many times. it feels right to him for his body to be the one to change that.
shigaraki reaches out and plays eight our hair for a second before retracting and going to adjust the growing bulge in his pants, a low grown escaping his throat. he’s already getting painfully hard and all he’s done is look at you sleeping. god is he perverted.
taking your duvet cover off of you, he exposes your barely covered body to the chill air causing your skin to rise with goosebumps. but you do not wake, you don’t even stir. lightly, he brushes his hand down your arm, feeling your smooth skin under his fingertips causing sparks to soar up his arm. smiling at your sleeping form, he goes to the other side of the bed and climbs into the bed next to you, jostling your limp form.
as you sleep he moves his body closer to yours, savoring every slow second before he finally gets what he wants. when he’s moved as close as he can, pushed all the way up against your smooth back and pliable ass, he rests there for a second. cuddling you like he always does, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. he savors this, this last uncorrupted moment he’ll have with you. he knows what he wants and plans to do is wrong, it’s not like he doesn’t have a conscious. he cares, but not enough to stop himself.
his arms wrapped around you, his body pressed to yours, he starts to feel his dick harden up against your ass. closing his eyes and pulling you closer he starts to slowly move his hips against you. dragging his dick up and down your ass under his sweatpants. holding in a groan, he opens his eyes and looks at your face to check to see his movements are waking you but you’re still sound asleep. oblivious to your niisan taking advantage of you.
continuing to hump your backside, he slowly slide his hand from its resting place on your stomach to your tit under your shirt, really touching you for the first time. he has to hold in the moan that almost forces it’s way past his lips. groping you under your shirt and still moving his hips against yours, it starts to wake you. there’s only so much one measly sleeping pill can do.
you whine and start to shift, your eyes opening only slightly before you start to turn to try to get more comfortable before you become aware of the hand under your shirt, frozen on your tit. you freeze yourself, suddenly very awake and very aware of the fact that the only person in the the house with you tonight. both frozen. both scared.
suddenly, after a few seconds, it seems like all hell breaks loose. you break free from his weak grasp on you and you fall out of the bed onto the floor before shooting up and running towards the door, fear making your heart race. how could he? he’s your brother. you trusted him.
you reach the door and open it a crack before a large hand slams the door shut above you. you look up and meet your brothers eyes, a mix of fear and lust in his them. quickly backing up, scared of being so close to him, you get back as far as possible, meeting the wall all the way across the room. you watch as your older brother locks the door and stands in front of it to stare you down, crossing his arms.
you stand there for a second, tears starting to spring into your eyes when you process this situation a little more. backed into a corner, door locked, and a much strong much bigger man in front of it. a man with a very prominent hard on. you knew you were screwed so you did the only thing you could think of. you begged.
“niisan…please don’t…don’t do this. you can’t. i’m your sister. this is wrong and you…you know it.” the tears spill over now, racing down your cheeks while your breath starts to shorten.
unbeknownst to you, your tears and words have the opposite effect. they make tomura harder. make him more desperate to feel you. he relaxes his stance, dropping his arms. he takes steps towards you before he speaks.
“i’ve given you everything. i’ve been everything for you…why wouldn’t you give this to me? i want it. i know you’ll like it. i know i can make you like it. there’s no reason we shouldn’t. who cares if you’re my sister. it’s not like we wouldn’t be the first or last to do this. let me fuck you. let me…let me make you feel good.” as he’d be speaking he’d been walking towards you slowly but at his last words he’d sped up, making you freeze and close your eyes, his speed making you flinch.
you keep your eyes closed but you can feel his breathing on your cheek. you know you can’t physically overpower him. there’s no way you could get past him now. he won’t listen. there’s nothing for you to do.
tomura brings his hand up, brushing your hair out of your face, just admiring you pressed up against your bedroom wall. well, admiring you till he decided enough was enough and he needed you now. suddenly, his hand was around your neck and he was squeezing tight. your eyes shot open and you your hands went to his, struggling to try to pry his hand off of your neck. he just smiles and moves, dragging you with him to the bed. tomura takes you and throws you on your bed, removing his sweats so he’s wearing nothing while you lie there and come back from half unconsciousness.
while you struggle to catch your breath he crawls onto the bed, removing your pants and underwear without a fight from your lightheaded body. taking his time, he spreads out your thighs and shows off your already wet pussy to the cold night air. that shocks you enough that your able to bring your thighs together and scoot up the bed as far as you can, meeting the headboard. tomura just smiles again before getting off the bed and walking towards the edge to you.
he pets your head, shushing your gasps and sniffles while getting down on your level. he looks you in the eye before grasping your hair and pulling it back by the root. he stands up all the way again and looks down at your mouth open from shock, deciding then to spit in your mouth and slap your face promptly after.
“you run away from me again, try to deny me again, and i’ll hurt you. again. you know i can and i will do don’t push me. for your own sake.” he brings his hand down again, making you flinch and making him smirk, but only going to brush your hair out of your face again.
tomura releases your hair and drags his hands down your chest to the edge of your shirt before tugging it up. it meets your armpits and stops as your haven’t raised your hands. he looks up at you and raises his eyebrow at you before you quickly shoot your arms up in fear of repercussions. smiling, your brother removes your tank top fully so you’re both naked now. him beyond excited and lust filled. you fearful and apprehensive.
your older brother grabs your hair again and stares down at you menacingly before forcing your head down to his dick and saying “open up and suck. no teeth, or you know what i’ll do to you.” just to emphasize his point he squeezes his fist by his side so hard it pops. you flinch and your body twists to accommodate this new strange angle you were at. you clos your eyes, refusing to look at it but at the sound of pops you take a deep breath and open your mouth tentatively, telling yourself just get through it. if you can do this you can do anything. you’ll leave. you’ll never see him again. you can forget.
eyes still closed you’re surprised when you feel an intrusion in your mouth, something big and salty and suddenly pushing to the back of your throat. you gag and try to pull back on instinct but the hand on your head stops you from going far. the tears jump into your eyes again, rolling down your cheeks. the tears roll down to your mouth, just making that area even wetter. you gag again when tomura pushes into your throat again, making him laugh to himself before saying “ohh come on imoto you can do better than that…relax hun just relax.” at first, all you can do is sit there, take it, and cry but at his words and his tone making you feel small, you feel like you usually do with him. just his little sister. it makes you relax and you start to be able to take his dick in your throat, his thrusting into your mouth picking up speed. when he’s able to speed up without you gagging he starts to grunt and moan at the amount of pleasure he feels in this moment.
tomura has been dreaming about this for months and now that he finally has it he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to go without it. he keeps thrusting into your throat, able to get almost all of his cock into your mouth, watching your tears flow down your cheeks. your spit gathers at the sides of your mouth before dripping down your chin making a mess under you on your bed. you start to whine, your jaw getting tense and starting to hurt. you put your hands on your niisans thighs and start to push on them, trying to tell him to stop.
he sighs and pulls back enough that his dick slides out from between your lips, letting you take in deep breaths and allowing your tears to stop flowing for a moment. you wipe at your chin and whine again at the mess of spit and precum that’s been dripping down your face. you look up at your brother and sit up on your knees so your more on his level before asking him, “are we done now niisan? please?”.
he smiles at you like he always does, sweet and soft and comforting. he brings his hand up to your face, holding you in his hand despite the wetness on your cheek. as quickly as you blinked, he had slapped you again and had your hair pulled back again. he got down in your face and his smile was back but this time it felt different. it felt scary. you whimpered and pushed back into the hand that held you, trying to get as far away as possible from him. “don’t ever ask me to stop. we stop when i want to. when i feel we’re both satisfied. just give in baby, i know you want this. i mean, you were willing to do this with some random guy right? right?!” he pulls your hair again when he yells at you and your eyes widen at the pain and at the fact that he knows that you’ve been thinking about losing your virginity. “please…i’m sorry i won’t do it again i promise. i’ll…i’ll wait till marriage. okay? so don’t worry it won’t happen again!” your tone takes on a begging nature towards the end and your lips start to quiver when his grip only tightens on your hair.
“you think i’m letting you go? no…no no no no. you’re mine, for forever. we came into this world in the same way, i’ve always been there for you and you for me. we know each other better than anyone else in the whole world. you always say you love me more than anyone so let me show you i feel the same way. stay with me imoto…” he starts to whisper towards the end of his speech, getting closer to your ear and slowly kissing your neck when he stops talking. he keeps kissing down your neck, reaching a point that has you taking a deep breath and clenching your thighs involuntarily. your actions make you feel bad. they make you feel dirty. how could you like this in any capacity? you could feel yourself start to slicken between your thighs and that makes your blush in embarrassment. your trapped between tomuras hand and his mouth and his naked body practically on top of you and somehow your body is loving it.
at your consistent wiggling and your breathless gasps, your older brother smiles against your neck and backs up to lean his forehead against yours, lightening his grip on your hair to make it less painful, before letting his other hand drift down your body to your thighs. they’re still clenched so he leans in and slowly kisses you, making it sweet and loving. you don’t kiss back at first but eventually you start to give in. you kiss him back slowly. you press your lips more firmly against his and eventually open your mouth to him, letting him explore yours with his tongue. your thighs start to relax and his hand begins to slip between them before you clench again when they get to close to your pussy, making you pull back from the kiss but keeping your forehead to his.
“come on princess, let me touch you. let me show you everything i can do for you.” tomura finally let’s go of your hair, only to push you down onto the bed before crawling on top of you. hand still between your thighs, he kisses you again but more aggressively this time. he bites your lip and growls into your mouth when you whimper into his. your legs relax again and tomura again starts to make it closer and closer to your center. his fingers find your clit fast, making you gasp and break from your brothers kiss, looking down at his hand between your thighs. watching him rub you in a circle, then a figure eight. your thoughts battle against each other. one side was winning. one that scared you and made that small losing side feel sick. but it didn’t matter. it felt so good and he does love you…niisan didn’t want to hurt you, you made him hurt you but when you behave you get this. you get the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. your own fingers have never felt like this and you don’t know if you could ever go without your brothers fingers on you and suddenly…in you.
lost in thought and eyes hazy you don’t see it but you sure as hell feel it when tomura pushes one of his long fingers inside your tight pussy. your body arches into itself and your mouth opens in a soundless gasp, your eyes close and your head throws itself back. as he slowly slides his finger in and out of you, you manage to relax yourself and appreciate just how good this feels in a matter of a few seconds. you take in the gasp you were deprived of and a light moan quickly follows.
“aww what a cute little thing you can be when you’re not denying us.” your brother whispers directly on your lips while he’s on top of you, “i love your little noises.” he smiles while talking and goes back in to kiss you, swallowing your moan that follows, tomura starts to speed his fingers up and adding a come hither motion to his movements. your moans and whimpers pick up in speed and pitch to match your brothers gaining speed. you’re trying to keep up with the kiss but you’re falling behind in this dance of tongues so eventually you accidentally bite his lip making him growl into your mouth before backing up and going even faster. sort of like an inadvertent punishment. tomuras speed just makes you whine even more and makes you back arch off the bed. but you feel that pressure building up, the type you always feel before losing it to the abyss. you’ve never been able to do it yourself.
you can feel yourself start to clench down on his fingers when all of a sudden it stops. all of the sensations, tomura on top of you and his fingers inside you, all gone. your immediate reaction is to whine loudly and throw your hands against your bed, throwing a mini temper tantrum at losing that feeling. again.
you hear tsks coming from in front of your bed and you look up to see tomura standing over you, looking as beautiful as ever. in the moonlight he looks ethereal. you sigh, suddenly lost in thought and over not getting your orgasam for the first time. what brings you out of it is tomuras hands on your knees, spreading your legs quickly and sinking to his knees in front of your seeping pussy. your niisan smiles and says, “so wet and pretty…and all mine, isn’t that right imoto?”. he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. you pant and debate in your head for a split second before finally fully giving in and nodding to him with a shy smile on your face to answer his wolffish grin.
you keep your legs open despite how badly your innocence has you wanting to close them. you get butterflies as you watch your brother close his eyes and start kissing up your thighs, getting closer and closer to your aching pussy. he takes his time, leaving bite marks and hickeys in his wake. when he gets just a hair away from your cunt, tomura blows cool air on you, making you shiver in anticipation.
“ask nicely.”, niisan says quietly while he stares at your center with animalistic hunger.
“what?”, you ask equally as quiet, confused as to why he stopped the magical touches on your inner thighs.
“i said. ask. nicely.” he slaps your clit lightly after every word, making you jump and mewl pathetically. you try to close your legs on instinct but your brothers body and his hands stop you from getting to far. “now do as your told like a good little girl.”, he smiles at the end of his sentence, just as captivating as always for you.
you nod and take a breath, the butterflies in your stomach coming alive at the idea of speaking such vulgar things out loud. but you want to please your niisan. you want to make him happy. so you’ll do as you’re told.
“please touch me niisan? pretty please?”. tomuras smile gets a bit wider at your pretty, pathetic words.
“touch where baby?”. he shifts his weight, getting himself ready to dive into his own personal heaven. something’s he’s been dreaming about since your body changed into that of a woman’s.
you whine out in frustration but before he can slap you anywhere in punishment you quickly get out, “please touch my pussy…please?” you manage to keep your voice steady and though it’s quiet it’s still heard in the dark silence.
all tomura does is give you one small nod before spreading your legs farther apart suddenly and bringing his mouth to your clit. he sucks it into his mouth harshly, groaning at the taste of you. he brings his hands up and spreads you apart farther so he can look at you properly. he feels a shiver run through him before he goes back in and licks a stripe up from your dripping hole to your twitching clit.
all you can do is arch your back and moan into the dark bedroom. your stomach flips and you feel a warmth spread all across your body. your head feels like it’s filled with cotton and all you can think is this is what ecstasy feels like.
as you moan and writhe on the bed, tomura keeps eating you out. he licks and sucks on your clit and when you’re lost in that pleasure he suddenly removes his tongue from your clit and starts fucking you with it, twisting and moving inside you to create an unbearable amount of tension in your body. you start to feel the beginnings of another orgasam start to grow inside you.
when he feels you start to contract around his tongue he pulls away from you and just smiles at you with a shit eating grin before he licks his lips and starts to stand up.
you on the other hand barely register anything besides your disappointment and simmering anger at being denied again. you’re about to protest when you’re abruptly flipped onto your stomach. you whine and go to look back towards your brother when you feel his weight on top of you and his hand on the back of your neck, pushing your head down on the bed facing the headboard. this just makes you squirm and that makes him sigh in frustration before he comes up with a solution. he just spanks your ass. hard. twice.
your immediate reaction is to jump and call out in pain. you feel tears jump into your eyes but you manage to call them back before they fall. you don’t know how he’d react to your tears in this moment so you just try your best to remain calm. you stop fidgeting and hold still for him.
“much better baby. just stay still for me okay? i’m gonna take real good care of my sweet little princess.” tomura says this in a sickly sweet tone, knowing just how to play you. how to make you comfortable and pliable for him. and it works. the tension leaves your body. you whine but it’s not to loud and if anything he finds it cute.
tomura let’s go of your neck and starts to trail his hands down your body. starting at the top of your back and slowly slides toward the center of your back to massage there for a second. he’s taking his time. savoring every second he gets to touch you while trying to memorize every inch of skin you have.
he starts to move his hands again going lower and lower till he’s at your ass and dear god he’s about to cum from just touching you. he can’t believe how soft you are and how beautiful it is. he can see his handprints from spanking you, making his dick twitch. he wants to take his time here too but he can’t. he feels like he’s going to explode or melt and all he can think about is getting inside you where he feels he truly belongs.
from your angle you can see when he grabs a pillow from your pile of them and you feel when he pushes it under your stomach. you grimace from being uncomfortable and you shift to try to move the pillow under you and your able to shift it under you to a more comfortable position before you feel a stinging slap on your ass again. you jump but manage to keep your yelp in this time by biting your lip but your eyes water again and this time they fall. they fall down to the bed and more follow, pent up from keeping them in before.
tomura sees this and just wiped one tear off the side of your face before bringing it to his lips. “mmm every part of you taste amazing imoto. i can’t get enough of you…” he moves himself so he’s practically laying on top of you before he shifts his weight onto his forearms so his lower body is on you but his upper body is just hovering an inch over you. you feel so trapped under him but you somehow love it. it makes you feel protected as well. “you know, i think i’m gonna have to take a trip between your thighs every…single…day.” he drifts off in between words, kissing your exposed neck. you can feel his hard cock pressing against your back and you have no idea how he plans to fit all of that inside your small frame.
he reaches down with one hand and you can feel him sliding in between your folds and it makes you whine out, desperate for more of something. you’re not sure of what but you just need more.
“imoto can you do something for me?” he asks when he pauses as he’s lined up with your weeping hole. you nod as best you can with your head on the bed. you just wanna make him happy like you always have. “i need you to beg me. i need you to say that you want me. you’d be such a good girl if you did that for me imoto.” you can’t see it but he has the smuggest smile on his face. he knows he’s broken you down enough that you can’t say no anymore.
“please…please touch me niisan…” you say quietly.
“that’s not enough baby. i need you to tell me where. i need you to tell me what you want.” tomuras tone isn’t nice, it’s strict and frustrated. all he wants to do is ruin your tight hole but he has a deep need to complete his messed up fantasy. the last thing he needs before he goes further is to know that you definitely want him too.
“i need you t-to…fuck…me. i need you niisan please! please take my virginity! please i need you! i just…i just need you!” you get desperate at the end, tired of just laying there under him with him so close to where your fogged up mind is telling you you need him most.
he chuckles to himself darkly before suddenly you feel a deep, burning intrusion in your center. your mouth opens in a soundless scream and your back arches deeper into the bed. all you can do is focus on your heart racing and the feeling of being painfully full. you hear your brothers breathing still and then tumble out of him in short bursts mixed with little grunts.
tomura stays still for a second, both of you adjusting to the new feeling. you getting used to being so full and letting the pain pass, him enjoying the tightness. the wetness and warmth. the taboo of it all.
but that can’t last long. well, it doesn’t last as long as you need. tomura starts to move his hips, going in and out of you at a fast pace all of a sudden. your body jostles under him on the bed while you moan brokenly. you hold onto your bed sheets for dear life, the pain turning to pleasure as your hips start to move back instinctively. this just makes tomura feel all the more sure of himself and makes him go harder. the wet pounding sound getting louder as well as the sound of the headboard against the wall. you know the servants and other villains in the house can hear what’s going on. they’ll know. but you can’t find it in yourself to care.
tomura stops and pulls out of you with a loud embarrassing pop that makes you blush. suddenly you’re flipped onto your back, the pillow under your lower back. tomura reaches out and pulls your face towards his by your chin.
“you’re the most precious thing you know that? so perfect. you have barely any idea what you’re doing but you’re loving it aren’t you?” he asks this but he keeps going on, not really looking for an answer. “your innocence feels so good to take imoto. stay this way, always.” when he finishes speaking, he grasps under your knees and pulls them apart so he can shift himself to be nestled nicely between your thighs.
and just like that he’s back inside you, back to the fast violent pace he’s set. all he can think about it how perfect this is. how good you sound mewling under him. how this must be what heaven feels like.
you bring your hands up, barely able to control yourself but you manage to pull his face down to yours to kiss him. you’ve always loved getting kisses from your brother, but they’ve never been on the lips. never been so passionate. never made a sense of warmth spread throughout your body. but at this point you can’t be entirely sure if it’s his kiss or the way he’s manipulating your body that’s warming you up so much.
while you’re distracted trying to kiss your brother and win the battle of dominance your tongues are fighting, tomura brings one hand down and starts to rub small circles on your clit. the shock of it make you back up from the kiss and cry out. your arms tighten around your brothers neck and all you can do is hold on for dear life as you feel that heat start to grow inside you again. like a band ready to snap at any second.
your brother can feel you tightening around him and this time he doesn’t stop. if anything he fucks you harder, rubs faster circles on you. “aww are you gonna cum imoto? gonna be a good girl and finish on your niisan?” you can’t tell by his voice, but he’s close to his end as well. the way you’re contracting around him has him weak and it’s all he can do to keep his pace slightly steady. but he’s slowly and surely failing, his pace getting erratic as your hips buck up to him.
you’re biting your lip and whining and trying to stay still but the pleasure just keeps rising and it starts to feel like to much. like you’re going to break. but all you can do is mumble nonsense while your peak gets closer and closer till all of a sudden, your body stills and your back arches and you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever made. you cum around your niisans cock and he just keeps going. keeps fucking you through your orgasam, overstimulating you to the point it hurts. your inner walls spasming around tomura, pulling him into your now wetter and warmer depths has him at his breaking point. as your peak comes to an end, his starts. he grasps the bed next to your head to stop himself from falling on top of you as he groans. he finishes inside you, filling you to the brim. his pace slows to a stop as he gives you everything he’s worth until he’s completely spent.
once tomuras finished and you’re both left gasping for air, he manages to roll you onto your side and him onto his with him still inside you so you’re laying on his chest. tomura might be done for the moment but he’s not through with you. but he knows he can’t push you to much. he might be mean but he’s not cruel. he won’t really break you. now that you’ve given into him, he wants to keep you happy and compliant. he’ll give you as many breaks as you need.
he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him even more. “see, i told you. you loved it.” he’s smirking as he says this.
“you’re always right niisan…i love you…” you trail off, your eyes heavy and dropping as you speak.
“i love you too imoto…such a good girl.” he looks down and sees your asleep again, so comfortable with your brother nestled deep inside you and filled with his cum.
tomura looks around the bed and sees your phone on your bedside table. he reaches for it and unlocks it, your password being his birthday. he goes to your camera and takes multiple pictures. pictures of you asleep. of both of you cuddling. of where you’re still connected, his cum leaking out of you now. and then he selects the best pictures of the bunch and sends them to the guys he hasn’t even bothered to learn the name of that you were so interested in. he captions the message ‘all mine’ with a smiley emoji behind it and blocks the number. he also deletes the pictures off your phone.
but not before he’s sent them to himself.
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writers note: AHHHH FINALLY DONE!! i hope you loved it! let me know what other characters i should write for and also let me know if you’d like to be on my tag list! okay thanks for reading :)) byeeeee - bug
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post war tomura calling izuku at an ungodly hour asking him “how the hell does a kettle work” and izuku ends up having to sneak out his dorm at 3am to make instant noodles for him
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