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lesinquietes · 5 months

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Summary: You’re trying to recover from what happened, but it’s hard to forget; especially when you know he’ll be back for you one day. Your commutes home have never been so stressful.

Mean!Yandere!Shigaraki x Bimbo!Reader

⚠️ mdni. a splash of horror. dark content. degradation. exhibitionism. fingering. incel. misogyny. noncon. sexism. thoughts of death and dying. victim-blaming. voyeurism. yandere.

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You go straight to the cops upon fleeing from Shigaraki. You understand why he let you escape when the officers stifle chuckles. You don’t have anything but your word to support the bold accusation that the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front is trying to rape you. Saying it aloud sounds more ridiculous than the way it echoes in your thoughts.

You check the forum. Crumbleking’s post was deleted days ago. The account he used is gone, too. Your Instagram yielded similar results.

At the very least, they believe that someone entered your apartment and assaulted you. His identity being Tomura Shigaraki is highly contested. They send someone over to investigate your home. Much to your chagrin, the officer returns with a clean report. According to his examination, nothing in the space was disturbed. There was no sign of a break and enter.

It’s funny. When you stumbled towards the window, desperate for safety, you recall knocking over a table and shattering the vase. If nothing was disturbed, did your assailant clean up the mess…?

You ration that he had to have, and your heart almost stops. He’s ballsy for that one. You suppose he’s confident in his plan to enact revenge on you. He considers himself invincible, and he damn well might be. But everyone has a weakness.

You’re not stupid enough to think this is over. You aren’t keen to relax now that you’ve alerted the authorities. Will the cops who laughed at you rush to your aid when he inevitably returns for a second try? Doubtful. You’re responsible for protecting yourself.

You submit a police report anyway. They don’t include a name for the suspect because they don’t buy your allegation. It’s enough to simply have the document on file.

You don’t return to your apartment that evening — at least, not by yourself. You explain what happened to a friend. She lives in a beautiful, isolated rural area, about an hour out of town; nevertheless, upon hearing your bad news she drives all the way to pick you up at the station. A stoic, shivering mess, she works to reassure you. Nothing works. Nothing is helpful. She takes you back to her house after grabbing some essentials at your place.

Entering your space felt foreign and uncomfortable. You found yourself jumping at the slightest creak. Nothing was familiar. And you were correct about the vase — someone cleaned it up.

The days following your attack involve negotiating a lease break with your landlord. Fortunately, you’ve lived here long enough to establish a solid rapport with him. He keeps your deposit for last month’s rent and permits you to leave by the end of the week. You do so discreetly.

Gradually, you transport your essentials into your car. On the last day of your lease, you hire movers to bring your larger furniture to a storage unit. You promise your friend it’ll only be for a few weeks, and you mean that — for her sake. Although she comprehends the risks, she still agreed to help you; nonetheless, you don’t believe she’ll be spared if Shigaraki discovers your location.

You quit your job. A new one isn’t difficult to find. It’s in a different city. If all goes well, you figure you’ll move into a nearby apartment and lay low.

The next week or so is quiet. You maintain awareness of your surroundings but nothing happens. It’s as though he’s biding his time… or maybe witnessing you walking on eggshells is precisely what he wants.

Shigaraki is a busy man. He doesn’t have the energy to spend haunting you, a civilian who once talked shit about him online. There are bigger fish to fry. According to him, he gets enough women at home, anyway. It’s likely that you’ll never see him again.

Oh, you poor, naive woman; so willing to believe the logical lies your nervous brain feeds you.

It’s six o’clock in the evening, two weeks after your encounter with the dust villain. You stand on the subway terminal and glare down the tracks. There are a few other people there with you. No one you recognize.

To get to your friend’s residence, you have to take the 2216 train to the very end, walk for fifteen minutes, and catch the bus. It’s a dreadful commute. You’re saving up to buy a used car. But until then, you’ll just have to deal with the time vampirism that comes with sneaking around.

Five minutes into your gruelling wait, the train squeals into the terminal, dim yellow lights flickering as it grinds to a jittery halt. Its doors jerk open with a soft ding. You enter the cabin. As usual, it’s crowded at this time of night. Everyone else is commuting home, too. They get on at the station right before yours, taking up all the seats and more than half the standing space.

You walk down a bit and stand between two men conversing with seated passengers. There’s a group of stylish women next to you, chattering eagerly about their evening plans, and a few scattered friends on the opposite side, dazed and distracted after a long work day. It’s compact, but not uncomfortable yet.

Your hand dips into your pocket. When your fingers don’t find what they’re looking for, you grimace. No earbuds. Great. You must have forgotten them at work.

The train stops at another terminal. More people shuffle on board. The trip commences.

You close your eyes and meditate. Honing in on your breathing, you feel the air entering and leaving your lungs. The sensation is serene. You sigh gingerly as the background noise lessens a bit. Sadly, your peace doesn’t last for long.

Something swipes across your butt. Your spine grows rigid. Accidents happen on packed subways, but that? That didn’t feel like a mistake. You hold your breath as you wait, positive your assailant will make a second move. He doesn’t keep you in suspense for long.

He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly. You gasp. A swift, gloved hand covers your mouth. The textured fabric is rough against your skin.

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut.”

Your assailant’s familiar, raspy voice sends a chill through your entire body. Without a doubt, Tomura Shigaraki is behind you. You were a fool to believe he was gone for good. He had to return, didn’t he? If only to put you in your place.

“If you overreact, I’ll dust this entire cabin.” He warns. “Let me do what I want, and maybe you’ll get to leave alive.”

Why wouldn’t he kill you and everyone on this train? It’s not like you’re special. Once you’re dead, he’ll simply find another person to harass. And the people around you? No one significant. He’d probably garner a lot of attention if he committed mass murder.

But all the same, it’s impossible for you to understand the sick feelings he harbours for you in his heart, and the way they grow every time he sees you. It isn’t love. It isn’t lust. It’s a sensation that’s incomprehensibly sinister in its somber nature; a volatile melange of emotions that frightens even him. You have no idea the lengths he would go to for the sake of preserving your life; he’s not finished toying with you yet.

He releases your ass and uncovers your mouth. Securing a palm firmly to your hip, he slithers his other hand up your skirt. Slipping your panties aside, he finds your clit. His index fingers massages slow circles over your twitching nub, eliciting a delicious exhale.

He dreamed of this moment for weeks. He fantasized about bearing claim to you in public, where anyone can watch. He’s about to be the God of this world, isn’t he? He can do as he pleases, and to hell with the consequences. When he possesses rule, he’ll have you cockwarm him on his throne all day long. By that time, you’ll surely know your place beneath his muddy boot.

He teases the lips of your cunt with his sharp fingernail, gliding it gently over the edge of your small hole. He pinches your thigh when you attempt to press your legs together. He won’t let you deny him entry to what’s his.

“I’m wearing gloves that cancel out my quirk.” He mutters darkly. “But if you don’t cooperate, I’ll take them off and activate it right here.”

He twists your clit between his thumb and index finger. The horrifying thoughts causes a stray tear to drip down your cheek. You don’t want to imagine how that would feel.

“Sorry,” you whisper pathetically. “I-I will.”

Picking up the tone of your voice, the man next to you turns around. Shigaraki removes his hand from beneath your skirt and wraps both arms around your waist. He lifts a brow when the stranger acknowledges both of you. To him, it looks like you’re a couple commuting home together. He has no concept of what’s truly going on; that if you don’t obey, him, and everyone else on this train, will die. Ignorant, he smiles and returns to his trivial conversation.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?” The villain growls viciously. “Second strike, whore.”

You understand that the third strike will be your last.

You glance over your shoulder. He’s wearing a black face mask to match a large, baggy sweater. Crimson irises leer at you menacingly. He has his hood pulled over a head of shaggy, unkempt hair. It’s no wonder he hasn’t been recognized; his signature traits — like the hand covering his face, or his pastel tresses — are hidden from sight.

Just as you’re drinking in his appearance, he’s basking in yours. You look even better than the photos you put up on your social media account. He managed to save a few before you deleted it. He stares at them when he’s fucking his hand to the notion of capturing and taming you. He cums the hardest to porn where women are nothing more than brain dead sex slaves; that’s what he envisions for you.

Of course, submissive bitches aren’t born obedient; they need to be whipped into shape. He thinks the fight you put up is the best part about the training process. When you’re unruly, it forces him to be crueller. He wonders when you’ll pick up on that. It doesn’t have to hurt if you simply comply.

As much as he’s intrigued to witness you up close, he’s pissed at you for wearing a skirt today. Don’t you know the meaning of decency? Anyone could have molested you on the train. It’s practically a cultural norm for cute women to get harassed during their commute. He’s going to teach your pussy who it belongs to. Then, next time you go to work m, you might think twice before wearing a garment that’s easy access.

You face forward, when he grasps your shoulders. Slowly, his hands slide down to your hands, stopping to give them an affectionate squeeze, in case there are curious voyeurs. He wants to make this look as organic as possible.

From behind, he lifts up your skirt and pulls your panties aside. The fabric bites into your flesh, no doubt giving you a rash on the crease of your crotch. He’s careless with his motions; this is all about him. Discomfort is a sensation you should become dearly acquainted with.

“Did you miss me?”

You bite your lower lip when his digits discover your clit. Your back arches as they map out the nub, teasing your hooded flesh to see what your pussy needs to drip. It doesn’t take much. You can’t distract yourself from his touches. There’s nothing stimulating; merely the backs of strangers who couldn’t save you if they tried.

Inwardly, you sob. You have no control. Even your own body is betraying you.

He dips a finger between your folds and hums when he discovers how wet you are. Running the length of his index finger along your clit, he snickers. He knew you were in denial. You must want him. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get you to admit your desire by the end of your trip back to the Deika City.

“Feels like it.”

You frantically scope the sea of people. You’re between several, so you think you’re clear from view; then, you catch the eye of an older businessman. He’s staring directly at your crotch, where Shigaraki’s fingers are massaging your puffy clit. You bite the inside of your cheek. He knows what’s going on. You bet he’s been enjoying the show. You can’t count on a pig like him to save you.

You repress a sob, utterly humiliated. You haven’t felt this degraded in your life. You’re being groped by Japan’s most notorious villain while a lustful stranger observes.

“I bet you thought you got away from me, didn’t you?” He snarls. “Thought I’d forgotten about you.”

You’re too embarrassed to admit it. You fell right into his trap. Somehow, he knew you would lower your guard after a while. It’s precisely when you set it down completely that he struck. You’re either extremely predictable or he has incredible intuition.

He removes his hand from your underwear and brings it around to your chest. You feel your juices coat your skin and shudder. You can’t believe your body got wet for this disgusting motherfucker.

His nasty fingers claw at the buttons of your blouse. One of them pops off. It shoots diagonal, striking one of the windows. A passenger picks it up and glances around. You lock eyes with her. Instantly, she notices what’s going on. Unlike the businessman from earlier, however, you know she has the intention to act. It sparks a flame of hope in your heart.

A few men shift and shroud her from view. It’s probably for the best. Shigaraki’s digits locate your nipple soon after, dipping beneath your bra to pinch the responsive flesh. You stifle a shriek when his plucking becomes too much.

“I’m going to take you back with me and tie you up in the middle of our courtyard,” he whispers hoarsely, voice dripping with desire. “I’m sure some of our soldiers could use a bit of stress relief.”

You gag. You’ll die abused, beaten, starved, and dehydrated — a prisoner of war because you mouthed off on the Internet. This is so stupid.

Your captor groans softly as he withdraws his hand from your breast and slides a lithe finger past your folds, sheathing it up to his knuckle. He can tell it hurts. Your pain makes him enjoy it more. You stiffen and bite your lower lip.

The vehicle jolts to a halt again. The system announces that this is Jolicoeur Station, the second last stop on the line. That means you’re nearly there. He hums approvingly when the doors shut.

“Time’s almost up, whore.”

You don’t know what the fuck that means. Is he going to kill you or bring you to his base? Only time will tell, you suppose. For now, you want his sharp fingernail away from your cervix. You wriggle, praying he’ll at least stop jiggling it around. It isn’t long until he does, though he makes it clear he withdrew if his own volition; he can’t have you thinking you have a modicum of power over him, can he?

He’ll treat you like you’re nothing — a lifetime of serving him will drill that into your pretty head. He’ll never let you understand your real worth again when you’re under his brutal care. Beneath his boot is where you’ll remain.

The train lunges to another ungrateful stop. Your heart drops. This is it — the end of the line. Shigaraki touches you with both hands from behind, drumming his clothed fingers atop your shoulders.

“When the doors open, walk.” He instructs you. “We’ll pretend we’re a couple.”

You want to throw up. He’s forcing you to act like his lover after playing with you against your will. You’ll be damned if you go down without a fight. If you see an opening to ditch him, you’re going to take it; to hell with considering the consequences of being caught a third time.

He smooths your clothes out from how he rumpled them. He figures it’ll seem more natural if you appear relatively put together. He fixes your blouse and then moved to your skirt. To onlookers, it’s probably cute — a boyfriend tending to his girlfriend. They have no idea about the undertones of his treatment.

As if on cue, the woman from earlier coaxes your gaze back to hers. She licks her lips and reaches for the emergency switch. Your mouth opens. You know what she’s trying to do. It’s perfect. He won’t expect it because he thinks he’s in the clear.

You nod once. She takes that as your signal to proceed m. With a visible grunt, she yanks the switch down. Reprieve floods your chest as soon as you hear the alarm.

You have to go.

Now.

The doors of the train freeze. In a panic, everyone races out of the car. You follow suit. The second you sense his grip slacken, you bolt. As you scurry off the car, you feel Shigaraki’s greedy hand reach for you — gloveless. You scream. Your voice blends in with the rest of the cacophony, shielding you from unwanted attention.

You glance over your shoulder. Everything around you slows down. He’s standing in the sea of people, still and glaring. His hood is pulled down and his mask is hanging off one ear. His scarred lips are contorted in a grimace.

For a brief moment, an understanding is met. Today, both of you learned that the other is not to be underestimated. After this little stunt, you’re his main priority. He hopes you’re prepared to take this game just as seriously, because he won’t stop pursuing you unless he’s killed. And he knows that won’t happen anytime soon.

You turn away from him and finish your flight. Like last time, he permits you to escape. He stays glued in place until nearly everyone else has left the terminal; then, he departs.

You have no idea the demons you’ve awakened inside him.

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babyvixen27 · 4 months

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Stranger Danger / PART 1 18+ minor DNI

IncelNeil! x BimboReader!

One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON elements, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, predatory behaviour, just a whole lot of incel behaviour and reader has zero self preservation skills. Neil x reader.

You nearly broke your ankle teetering out of your front door, wobbling in your stilettos with a spacey giggle. You had spent the whole day preening and prepping yourself for a girls' night out, curves filling the soft fabric of your brand-new dress. It was a tiny thing, a mix of lace and leather to match the smoky kohl rimming your eyes and pink gloss on your lips. You looked perfect. Pattering over to your Uber, you felt giddy quickly checking the license plate and popping in, texting the group chat that you were on your way.

Neil had picked up Uber driving on weekend nights, liking the extra cash in his pocket and the easy schedule. Pulling up to his first ride of the night, he watched a young woman stumble out of the house, perfect body on display as she skipped over with a stupid little smile. 'Y/n?' he asked, wincing as you slammed the door behind you, immediately whipping out the flashiest phone case he's ever seen to hum and giggle at the screen, long nails clacking irritatingly.

After a drawn out silence, you vaguely notice the lack of movement, raising your eyes to meet his, meticulously plucked brows scrunching in confusion. 'Y/n?' Neil repeated, breathlessly as his mouth watered at the pretty little thing sitting in his back seat. He watched your eyes light up in understanding, nodding dumbly, cheeks flushed a baby pink as you flashed him an apologetic smile before turning back down to your phone. Taking a deep breath, he pushed away the urge to rip the object from your hands and teach you some fucking manners but your smile was dazzling and his heart was still struggling to find a regular pace so instead he turned back to the wheel and began the trip. Stealing glances at you through the mirror every couple of seconds.

'So what's the plan for tonight?' he quipped after a minute, trying to sound as innocuous as possible. He didn't want to scare you off, but he honestly doubted you were clever enough to pick up on anything that wasn’t explained to you like a toddler. You seemed sweet enough, real cute with your glossy lips and sweet perfume, making his head spin. It was just that you had that…look. That “I get what I want when I want it” look. That “I’ve never had to worry about anything other than good dick and repeating outfits” look. It made his stomach sick and dick throb.

“Just going out with the girls” you hum, setting your phone down to analyze your driver. He was….cute, in his own way. Pretty eyes on a pretty face, but there was a sort of awkwardness to him that was both endearing and off-putting. Definitely the type of guy your friends would pick on back in high-school, the unpleasant memories making your tummy ache. “Sounds fun” He mumbles, scrambling on what to say next to keep the conversation going. God you had a sexy voice. “gotta be safe out there…anyone could snatch you up”. Immediately, he wanted to crash the car in shame at how creepy it came out, but of course, like the angel you were, you just smiled brightly at his faux-concern, giving him a sweet thank you before pulling out a compact and reapplying your gloss. His own lips parted in awe as his eyes tracked every move, feeling like he was in a trance watching the wand move slowly making his throat dry up and his pants tight.

Pulling over in front of the bar, he turned to watch you hop out, committing every miniscule detail of your appearance to memory. Blowing him a kiss goodbye, he’s left stunned to gawk as you jogged over to a group of more barely-dressed women, rolling his eyes as they broke out into a burst of squeals and embraces. A flock of whores who wouldn't spare a guy like Neil a second glance but they all paled in comparison to you. Too sweet for your own good and Neil decided that it’d be worth a shot. Like the nice guy he was, he would stay in the area, keeping a close eye so that he could get you home safe and sound before anyone else got to you.

After mandatory 20 minute greetings, you and your girls trample in, taking a table by the bar. Heads turned, jaws dropped and it wasn't long before you were sipping on some sugary gifted cocktails. It’d become routine but you were always as grateful as the first time, smiling kindly and engaging with any attention that was directed at you. You lost track soon enough, like you always did, tummy sloshing with a mix of colorful drinks and shots, preening under the shower of compliments and touches. “Tell me doll, you taste as good as you look?” Someone purred in your ear, sending shivers up your spine. Grey peppered his temples and charming crows feets crinkled as he smirked down at you. Just your type. You shrugged coyly, looking up at him through long lashes as you chewed on your plush bottom lip.

He led you to the dance floor, pawing at your waist as you moved to the beat of the music. You shut your eyes, enjoying the thrum of the base and gentle sway of the room, unaware of the picking up of his breath. Oblivious to the grunts and gasp he would let out when he pulled your hips back against his. This was fun, but you were fleeting and a cheer from your table had you pulling from his arms and skipping over to what caught your attention next.

More drinks, more shots, more dancing and before long you were stumbling out of the bar on baby-doe legs, vision blurred and body heavy. You worked the next day and despite the slurred begging from your friends, you ushered your goodbyes and stepped out, trying to urge your sluggish fingers to find the uber app. A big hand on your shoulder had you whipping around, nearly tripping from the speed of it but a second held you before you hit the floor.

Neil had been waiting for hours for you to come out, accepting short trips but always coming back to park where he dropped you off. Just when he felt like giving up there you were, looking just as beautiful but not nearly as perfect as when he dropped you off. Not that it deterred him or anyone else for the matter. The smudged liner, flushed cheeks, and messy strands added a different element to your look and he practically drooled at how high the hem of your dress had ridden up.

Your eyes widened as you recognized him, head tilting curiously. “Uber driver?” You mumbled, making a vein at his temple twitch in irritation. “You okay? You need ta’ get home?” He was still holding on a little too tight, but it was steadying and you relaxed at the familiar face. “Mmhm, can’t seem to order though” You pouted, showing him your locked screen from too many password attempts. Fighting back a grinch-worthy grin, he mentally thanked whoever was listening for delivering him such a gift. “Let me take you home yeah? I think I remember the way.”

You thought about it, nose scrunching because it felt like someone had once told you it was something you shouldn't do but you were tired and cold and his car was warm and close by and so you just nodded excitedly, latching onto his arm as he led the way. Neil’s heart was pounding out of his chest, he couldn’t believe you said yes, giggling to himself at your stupidity and laughing out loud at the confused expression when he eagerly opened the car door to let you in.

He sped to your house, committing a million infractions all the while looking back every once in a while at your low eyes and bouncing tits. Fuck, you were a dream come true and it felt like an eternity before he screeched into the driveway and sprinted over to help you out.

The ride had made your head hurt and stomach lurch uncomfortably and a frown had begun to pull at the corners of your lips. Neil helped you up the steps, digging in your purse for your keys. You vaguely notice his shaky hands as he tries to unlock the door, missing the keyhole more times than necessary, more focused on whipping your heels off as soon as you stepped in. However a soft click behind you made you turn to see that he had stepped in as well, locking the door behind him. If you weren't so out of it you might have felt the appropriate sense of urgency, instead big eyes blinked slowly as he took slow steps towards you. The quickening of your pulse indicates your body knows what's happening before your brains caught up and you take a step back with his step forward.

“Shhh It’s alright baby” Neil laughed, “We’re just gonna have a little fun.”

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Part 2 is up! <3

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fertilize-my-eggs · 3 months

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“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”creepy incel shigaraki x fem chubby reader noncon smut

A/N: hello!! This modern quirkless au oneshot, I don't have any plans for this one sorry. This is more of fanon unhinged feral shigaraki and extremely delusional asf in this. If I miss any tagged let me know and I'm sorry if it isn't proofread!! ( There the full story in A03 )

“ why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ”

It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers, how did you get here?

Well you were having a terrible day, seeing this strange blue haired man everywhere you go.

At first you just saw him as a regular customer while you were working at a game store, he happened to appear out of nowhere in the middle of the night.

He taps on your shoulder as he gives you an unnerving nausea, you try your best to be polite.

“ What can I help you s-sir? ” this man didn't know any personal space as he leaned in and said.

“ Any options on this game? ” He rasfully spoke as he tapped on a cover that looked like an RPG with cute anime girls on it.

You were clueless when it comes to games, you look into his blood red eyes.

“ uhh… it's a great game, with a strong main character with a love stor- ” he rolled his eyes as he huffed in annoyance.

“ ughhh does it have sex scene in it?? ” you blink at him a few times.

“ Excuse me? ” There was long awkward silence as you felt a chill run down your spine as you tried your best not to judge a customer too fast.

“ well I've never played it but- ”

“ but? How the hell did you get this job in the first place if you don't know any game… npc females.. ” he whispers the last part quietly but you hear it loud and clear as you cleanse your throat.

“ I'm sorry sir. ” he ignored you completely as he put the game back on the shelf as he collected the games he was interested in. You rushed to the register as he put the games on the countertop.

You felt unsafe by this one customer but it's your night shift and it was your closing time.

All you have to do is scan the products and send him on his way home, you grab one game at a time as you scan it. Maybe he was just grumpy and had a sour mood today or…

You flinched as his fingers resting on your hand as he said.

“... you.. are very beautiful.” you quickly removed your hand as you put a fake smile on.

“ Thank you… sir. ” he was giving you the ick and he didn't like how you reacted from his touch.

“ your cost is $67.45, would you like a bag sir? ” he nods his head as he remains quiet, watching you put the games into the plastic.

He grabs the bags as he walks to the door to leave, you thought you'd never see him again but boy are you wrong.

You started to feel a pair of eyes staring behind your back whenever you went to your job, you spotted him in a public area. At first you thought you'd had hallucinations seeing him and his long blue locks hidden in his hood, all black clothing as he disappeared into the crowd of people.

You noticed little things disappearing as well, you couldn't find your dirty panties. You were quite messy by leaving your clothes around the house, you were able to find them sooner… but it never comes back, your pillow cover has a questionable sticky texture and it smells horrendous!

It's been a couple of days, you decided to report it to the cops about your stalker but they simply told you that they'll take action if he does something… meaning they weren't gonna help you out and you were helpless.

You were woken up by him in your pitch black room, his hands at your throat not too harsh but it was firm.

You couldn't speak as you begin to tear up.

“ hello.. y/n. Aren't you glad to see me? "You could see his sharp eyes staring at you as he began to speak.

“ I don't understand…” he tilted his head as he loses it a bit so you could breathe a little.

“ I try to be nice.. but every female always rejects me, they always want a male that treats them like trash.”

“ They call me ugly weirdo… a freak of nature.” his fingers lightly rubbed your skin.

“ I’m a nice guy I-...” he leans in so close that your noses are touching.

“ I don't understand… ”

“ Why can't I get a girlfriend huh?? ” he raised his voice. It's echoing in your mind as he holds your neck tightly with his slim fingers.

“ I'll treat you right, give you everything baby. ” he slowly licks your cheek.

“ I'll let no npc hurt you…I'll murder them just for you ~. ” this man is a psychopath, you need to escape but somehow he reads your mind as he begins to chuckle.

“ trying to leave? You're not in your own room darling.. you're tied up in my room, I'm surprised you didn't wake up. You're a heavy sleeper hahaha ~ ” you blink a few times to process what he said as he removes his hands.

“ What the hell are you talking about?!? Are you insane??? ” you begin to sob out, taking the air in as he flickers the light. He was right it wasn't your room, it was far different from yours as you noticed familiar underwears on the floor.

“ I grew tired of jacking off to your filthy panties so I want the real thing.. "You were yank harshly as he spread your thighs wide.

“ Stop!! release me plea- ” you cry out, feeling his rough lips on your sensitive area, you start to squirm fast as he surp you like it was his last meal. It was so sloppy and inexperienced, this man didn't know how to please a woman.

You yelp as your eyes look down at him, he rubs your skin softly as he growls.

“ stop moving like that unless you want harsh punishment? ” You were unable to speak due to how terrifying this situation is and you don't want him upset, who knows how he will act.

You shake your head but he slaps your thighs hard as you sob out.

“ I need words. "You look away as you look back to his vermilion eyes.

“ no.. ” he wasn't having it but you could see the faint smirk on his lips, he clearly enjoys this.

Sicko…

“ you're my little plaything.. my player two mhmm~ ” you arch your back up feeling his hot mouth on your pussy, you made a high pitch moan as he slid his digits into your hole.

“ ohh god~!! ” his hungry lustful eyes stare at you.

Tongue flick your clit in harsh circles, his fingers crossed, push up your wall to find it..

Your eyes blink the tears away, you can't let this man have his satisfaction so you bite your lips and look away.

His hand landing on your thighs again as you scream in pain.

“ Keep staring at me… you really want me to punish you so bad hehe~.. ” your eyes wide in fear.

“ no!! Please don't. ” You begged him but he chuckled and went back to eating you out.

His arm wrapped around your thighs as he used his thumb on your clit, rubbing it fast and hard circles.

You couldn't wait any longer as your unwanted orgasm hit you fast, your eyes rolled back and your toe curled in.

“ shit… ahh fuck.. ” you pant heavily, feeling the bed move by him humping the sheets. You can hear his pathetic whimpers and groans as he swallows all your juices.

It's felt like hours as you're crying hard from the overstimulating, he continues to eat you out and bring out three orgasms.

“ please… no more. "You pant heavily, he gives a few sloppy kisses to your clit then finally move away.

“ We're just getting started with this gameplay~ you need to be trained to take this cock hehehe~ ” he purrs sweetly, seeing his face covered in your cum.

“ Please let me go, I don't want this... ” he rolled his eyes at you and he begins to mock your voice.

“ I don't want this, I wanna go home!! You're NOT leaving coz you're mine~!!! Your home is here with me. Don't you understand that!! ”

He grabs your neck firmly as he leans in.

“ I'm your boyfriend… shigaraki tomura~ ” you blink at him, you think you hear his name on the news being a japan world wanted criminal what the hell is he doing here in this country??

He has no patience as he grabs his thick long cock to your entrance as he begins to slide in, you scream at him to stop.

“ stop!!! it's fucking hurt! Please-. ” he covered your mouth fast.

“ God you're such a brat-... don't know how to shut up… mhmm but you feel so good and tight aughh~ ” he pushed more of it, pulling out slowly as he looked down.

“ oh… I see why it was hurting, you're losing your virginity.. ahh it's okay baby~ we are losing it together.” the blood covers his whole length as you closed your eyes tight, your mouth was open letting out a silent scream.

He caresses your cheek tenderly.

“ soon I'll destroy your mindset, you're become my wife… fuck~ ! ” His body language changes as he thrusts faster and harder into you.

“ Soon you'll carry my children.. ahhh shit can't wait until you produce milk.. ” he leans in to bite your nipples, sucking it gently as he humping your body. Your mind went blank and a sobbing mess from the unwanted pleasure.

He harshly pushes your thighs to your head as he moves at fast paced.

“ I can't wait to see you nice and round of our baby ~. ” he kisses your breasts softly.

“ we got plenty of time to breed your insides~ aughh fuck~!! Want to make you a perfect mommy.. ” he whimpers out, his cock sliding in and out of your slippery cunt.

He covered your mouth as he smirk wide.

“ I'll fuck a baby into you in many rounds until you're full with my cum. ” he sigh heavy, your shaky eyes couldn't see him properly as you feel your head getting a headache and see blackness around.

“ Are you ready player two? Ready for our new save? A new life together you and I~ ” you felt heat in your core as he made a high pitch groan releasing his white thick cum hitting your wall, you felt it filling fast as you cried out and he removed his hand to passionately make out with you.

The cries were muffled as he bit your bottom lip, pulling it away as he rode his high. He called out your name and his dick twitched excitedly as he pants.

He kisses your face sweetly.“ I love you.. I love you Y/n you'll never leave… and if you do. ” you knew he was just manipulating you, his whole act seem so fake as his eyes have a shine in them.

“ you'll get a severe punishment if you do~ ” his thumb rubs your lips softly.

“ you're mine… you're my beautiful wife.. ” he looked down to rub your belly tenderly.

“ our beautiful baby as well~.. ”

“ you're insane.. ” he looked into your eyes and coo sweetly.

“ insane? No no no baby.” he pulled your face close.

“ I'm only insane for you.. my love for you is passion and if anyone touches what is mine. ” he grabs your neck softly.

“ they will die..” he begins to move his hips as you begin to cry.

“ You belong to me~.. ”

#dead dove fanfics #dead dove #minors dni #tw rape #tw noncon #shigaraki tomura #x reader #smut #fanfic #bnha #mha #anime #smutty reader x tomura #fem reader x shigaraki #incel creepy shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader smut

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merakiui · 1 year

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Tw: slut shaming, incel!Idia, him being gross, noncon, size kink kinda, afab but crossdressing, etc

Imagine just bullying Idia daily when you game with him, calling his penis small repeatedly, this man had enough of your daily shenanigans, but the more he sees you the more he notices just how small you are compared to him to be just a normal male.

Your body is just so..... Feminine. Your frame is small but your thighs thick? Now he just has to test for himself, he bets that you were a slut who only likes getting gangbanged by the Savanaclaw students.

Come on? A girl crossdressing in an all boys school? We all know this troupe. He bets you are all loose from all the fucking you did,( little did he know you were a virgin all along, what non virgin would hang out with him daily anyway?)

He decided to take action against your mockery and pins you on the floor while you were distracted with your game,

"Hey prefect, tell me, why would a man wear more clothes around their chest?"

"W-what?! Get off me you tiny penis bitch, even squidward's nose is bigger-"

Idia wasted no time to strip you off your clothing, he was right after all, you were a girl, all girls are the same after all, it's their fault that no one wants to fuck him, you are just yet another loose slut.

He zip ties your hands then begins licking your cunt, this taste is quite addictive, but why isn't it all wet an soppy like in hentai? He attempts to shove a finger in but his single finger is getting clamped like crazy, no way..... You were a virgin? But no aren't you a slut?

He continues to lick your clit while his large hands keep your legs open, he stares at you, you really are a girl huh? How did he never catch that? As he did what hentai taught him you slowly gushed on his face, no longer fighting back from being all brain mushy.

He almost cummed in his pants but it's okay, you were meant to be bred anyway like the bitch you are. As he inserted his long dick you started to cry.

"Its too big, it won't fit. Can we stop this already?"

"Where did this your snarky bitchy attitude go? What happened with calling me tiny? No no, you're staying right here, this is all your fault. You finish what you started."

When he filled you to the brim, he can notice the massive bulge of himself inside of you, tiny you say? You were regretting your words right there, you started to scream and squirm as he thrusted.

It burns, it stings, it hurts, its feels good...wait what? You began slurring your words, you went from screaming no to screaming more. He finished inside of you.

White was oozing out, he took pics for later purposes. From that incident onwards Idia started to take action against you. You were converting from a brat to a cutie pliant kitten.

You do what he asks you to, like wearing a collar with his name on it, and wearing the skirts with tights you oh so despise. Every time you wanted to act out, he always threatened to share pictures of you and hack into the whole campus's phone just to spread it, maybe next time you should have watched your words.

UUUWUAAAAA IZUNA, THIS IS DELICIOUS OTL OTL OTL OTL

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied captivity, non-con, pregnancy mentions, incel idia, misogyny)

And he’ll make you sit on his lap and cockwarm him while he’s gaming. Maybe he’ll make you wear a ball gag so you won’t be too noisy when he’s on vc. If you’re good and you don’t cum, he might let you take off that cute, revealing outfit you can’t stand. Maybe he’ll let you wear his hoodie. It’ll be so oversized on you. He might just fuck you in it. :) he probably uses you as a reference for when he’s sketching. He’ll stuff you full of all kinds of sex toys just so he can improve his anatomy or certain poses. Or he’ll want to recreate scenes from his favorite hentai.

And if you can just stop complaining and take his cock like the good kitten you are, he’ll bring you birth control, all that stuff girls need for their monthly periods, and anything else you might want. But that’s only if you’re obedient. He’ll dangle all of these good things in front of you because with the click of a button he can have them ordered to his dorm, but he can take them away just as fast. All it takes is one bratty comment from you and he might not let you take any birth control. He never bothers to wear condoms either because doing it raw is so much better. Idia has plenty of money and resources to care for a child (not that he’s truly ready for parenthood, but you’d look cute with a round belly and he’s always wanted to try pregnancy sex…), and if it’s you he wouldn’t mind it. But maybe that’s just his dick talking. Logical Idia says there’s no way he’d be able to take on that sort of challenge, but Idia when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you and you’re digging your nails into his shoulders thinks there would be nothing better than knocking you up and waiting for your belly to swell and your tits to grow a size or two and begin leaking. :)

That’s really all you’re good for, isn’t it? You should’ve known what you were getting into when you found yourself stuck at an all-boys academy. That’s basically a hentai waiting to happen. You’re basically signing yourself up to be a communal cumdump. Idia feels lucky he got to you before anyone else did. There are so many eligible bachelors here… there’s no way he can compete with them, but now he has you and he doesn’t have to compete. You may be a little brat when you aren’t stuffed full of cock, but at least he sees the real you when you’re under him, completely at his mercy and always melting at the slightest touch. He’ll condition his kitten well until you know exactly what to say and do when he expects it.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: noncon #tw: pregnancy #yandere twst #video-game-luvr #now please hear me out….. incel azul #gross slimy crusty musty maidenless horrible diabolical octopus #i need him to ruin me orz #WAIT BUT IMAGINE BEING ONE OF AZUL’S BULLIES #AND YOU MEET HIM AGAIN MANY YEARS LATER #AND HE HATES YOU SO SO MUCH #so naturally he has to ruin your life #and he crafts this grand complex scheme that inevitably ends with him knocking you up #you called him ugly and squishy yet it’s the same ugly and squishy octo-mer who’s filling you until you can’t speak coherently anymore :)#omg or (hear me out again orz) incel rollo #OH ALSO IDIA MAKING YOU WEAR ONE OF THE HOSPITAL GOWNS THAT THEY WEAR IN BOOK SIX #AND HE’S IN THE STYX UNIFORM AND….. (i am then dragged away and buried underground)

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munegirl · 4 months

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😶

#moids #radical feminists do interact #radblr #radical feminism #radical feminist safe #feminism #women #tw moid #moid moment #incel

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compassionatereminders · 8 months

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What do you think about incels?

I think it's scary how so many people have been sucked into this belief that they are entitled to having sex and that it's a societal/political problem if no one wants to fuck them. Like that attitude is really gross and scary to me. Sure, sex is nice and getting rejected hurts, but sex isn't a basic need in the sense that you get to be mad at people for not providing it.

#chat with kat #sex tw #incels tw

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konigsblog · 2 months

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stepbrother-könig is an incel, a loser, and sits playing games on his computer 24/7 while on leave. might as well come over to comfort him with a blowjob after seeing your new instagram post with your boyfriend.

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riizeblr · 3 months

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Incel Anton who thinks reader puts on an act to attract lot of male attention. That's why he decided to put her in her place.

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, incel mindset

incel!anton thinks all women do that. everything he had been taught to believe was all a lie. all the lessons and scoldings about how women should be treated equally, only to grow up and realize that it’s inevitable behavior.

you’re a clear example of that. you put on such a convincing submissive act, sometimes even fooling anton before he catches himself. he knows you’re in it for selfish reasons, using men to get what you want, never truly believing or accepting your true place.

you often brag to your friends about how easy it is to fool stupid men. all it takes is a pretty smile and submissive attitude to make them feel powerful but you are always in control. anton thinks it’s embarrassingly naive of you to think so. underestimating the true power of a man? a man who could easily overpower you and make you feel small and helpless like you’re supposed to?

anton knows just how quickly things can change. he thinks that showing you just how bad things can get if you don’t learn to properly and wholeheartedly obey commands like you were made to.

he convinces himself that he’s simply showing you what women are supposed to be treated because, clearly, you don’t know. he’s one of the “good guys” anyway. if anything he’s being kind because he is the one “helping you out”. he tells you that, too, making sure to whisper it in your ear when he forcibly takes you.

he slips in and out of you with clear inexperience. it has been so long since he had a pussy clench around him, that he ends up losing himself in the feeling. he has to remind himself what he’s really there for as he reiterates to make sure you really hear what he has to say. he can only hope that it works so you can save yourself a lot of hurt. he also secretly wishes you’ll realize that this whole interaction is truly just a lesson that anton has so graciously given you, showing you just how reliable he is like a man should be towards his woman.

#tw incel #tw noncon #discography !#feat. anton !#incel!anton #anton x reader #anton smut #riize x reader #riize smut #riize hard hours #dark riize #dark anton #anton #riize

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neocentral · 10 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: incel mindset, incel!jisung x reader

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you hid your face, missing the roll of jisungs jaw, the clenching of his hands, tensing of his muscles, and narrowing of his eyes as your friend recounted your night. she went into detail about your messy hair, ruined makeup, dark marks littered over your delicate skin, and wobbling knees. jisung was enraged.

your virginity was supposed to be his. it belonged to him. you promised it just as jisung has promised you his. it was a childhood promise, given one night in your early years of high school and sealed with interlocked pinkies. soon, the day would finally arrive when he would be able to claim what he was entitled to. your purity. you were weeks away from your 21st birthday, and jisung was all but counting down the hours.

jisung dreamt of it since that night your pinky wrapped around his. countless nights of fiercely tugging his cock as his mind spun with fantasies about how it would play out. your first times given to one another, just like you promised. he imagined your hands experimenting with touches, lips curiously wandering up and down his sensitive milky skin, gummy walls dripping essence onto him as he toyed with you as well.

but that would never come, ruined when you let some stranger push through your opening and spill your virgin blood onto random, likely filthy, sheets. did you cry? did you enjoy it? did you squeeze him as deliciously as jisung imagined you would squeeze him? was the stranger gentle? did he care for you? prioritize you? worship you? did he make you cum?

jisung grimaces at the thought of you creaming around some strangers cock. gasping for air and moaning as your chest heaves and your legs shake, choking the erect dick with your tight pussy.

an ugly feeling settles in the pit of jisung's stomach as you fall against him, nuzzling into his shoulder in embarrassment. he looks down his nose at you, spotting a mark beneath your hoodie. he furrows his brows. slut, he scans the rest of your exposed skin. he finds a few more, some uglier than others. why didn't you cover them? did you want him to see them? tease him or mock him for getting into some random bed with some useless, undeserving guy like a cheap whore while he was stuck at home, ramming into his fists? it's pathetic of him. do you think that too?

you promised. he was entitled to popping your sweet cherry. it was his. and you went back on your word, giving in to your lust like some horny little bitch.

you are no different. in fact, you're worse than the girls you surround yourself with because you led him on. treating him gently and lovingly, like he meant something to you but it was obvious that you didn't. you're just some worthless, insatiable little cunt like the rest of them. a hole to be used.

jisung doesn't like this revelation of what must be done if he wishes to feel you clench his longing, virgin prick and take his thick, creamy, pent-up load. he doesn't need to treat you gently like he's imagined. you're just a hole, a fuck doll that he can throw around and claim as his own, playing out his sickest and most deprived fantasies because it's what you deserve for disrespecting him like that.

you aren't worth anything anymore.

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lesinquietes · 7 months

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Incel!dabi headcanons? 👀👀👀👀

Why would you open this can of worms 🥲

But before you read these, remember they’re rooted purely in incel ideologies. Like, these thoughts are not okay lmao so if you think you’re going to be triggered, veer away and take care of yourself

Tw; abusive relationship, baby trapping, creampie, degradation, drinking, misogyny, noncon, oral (dabi receiving) sexism, slut-shaming

Incel!Dabi isn’t the type to blame “Chads” for taking all the good women — he’s the type to blame the women. They can’t think for themselves. He would know, being the child of Rei Todoroki. His mother was sold off to his father with the sole purpose of being a breeding sow. His father knew what he wanted and demanded it. As much as he utterly despised Enji, he can admit that he’s an exceptionally successful alpha male.

Incel!Dabi doesn’t believe women should be heroes or villains; he believes they should be at home, cooking, cleaning, and warming their man’s cock. Ideally, they should be married off at age twenty to twenty-five, so there are plenty of years to breed them and more than enough time to train them. When he finds the right one, he intends for her training to be rigorous.

Incel!Dabi thinks sexual assault should only be a crime when a man violates another man’s woman. Otherwise, what’s the harm in him grabbing a handful of nice ass here and there? Some bitches wear yoga pants to show off those cheeks they’ve been working so hard on; why shouldn’t he let ‘em know he’s looking? And society can’t expect him to not take you — the drunk chick — home, when you’re practically begging for him to fuck you — he thinks you are, anyway; he can’t understand what you’re saying.

Incel!Dabi strongly believes a woman’s face is made to be stepped on when he’s drilling them hard from behind. You look extra cute when you’re being degraded and humiliated into your place. And when he’s about to cum, he takes care to spurt his seed deep inside you. He loves watching it spill out of your abused cunt. Sometimes, it even coaxes him into using you a second time, if only just to double how stuffed you are.

Incel!Dabi makes you clean his cock. Some days, when he’s fresh out of the shower, it’s clean, with only his precum adding a gradient of flavour to the tip. Other times, when he’s come home from a mission, he demands that you polish the sweat away. It doesn’t matter how much you choke, retch, and gag; he won’t let you off until he’s satisfied. If that entails him cumming a thick load down your throat, then hey 🤷‍♂️ being his personal cumdump is your job.

Incel!Dabi calls you all sorts of nasty, degrading names. Pig when he forces you to wear a nose hook, or when he has you eat scraps from his meal off the floor. Desperate slut when you’re moaning and begging for his cock, pleading for him to make you cum. But only obedient bitches get to cum, and you’re acting more like a cumrag with all that self-esteem lately. He’ll teach you how insignificant you are outside of his shadow.

Incel!Dabi has plans to poke holes in the condom when he fucks you next. He tolerated you making him wear it for a few weeks, but now’s the time. He’s going to baby trap you. If you come to him, in tears and ready to abort, he won’t let you leave his care. He’ll force you to stay with him. Like it or not — like him or not — he’s chosen you to serve the rest of your life by his side. If you don’t come to him, he’ll find you. And if you’re not pregnant, he’ll do it again. Mating press all day, every day. Like his father, he’ll make sure he secures his prize.

#mdni #listen- this is nasty #I feel filthy writing this 🤠#tw incel #tw noncon #incel dabi #scumbag dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #afab reader #dabi smut #dabi hcs

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