Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 12 - Bystander Effect▸Shigaraki X FemReader

Ungrateful

Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x afab!Reader CW: yandere, kidnapping, heavily implied depression, angsty, nonconsensual sex, pain

NSFW - MDI

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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.

Sanctuary of Nightmares PT1

Platonic SB x GN Child Reader

Part 2

Tw: bad parents, small amounts of blood

Summery: Confusion was a good word to describe your life. Even in your short amount of time on this planet you've been tangled in strings of 'why' and 'how could you'. You jumped from one painful expirence to the next as the world tangled you in its grasp, silencing you in the pain of its grip.

It was in these strings of pain that fate led you, it pulled you towards its hell on earth. Day by day you grew closer to it and, in one final betrayal, you were set on a path of horror in something you once thought of as a blissful sanctuary.

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The Freddy Fazbear Mega PizzaPlex. What a name huh? It was one that drew the attention of families from all over the area. It was the destination for kids and teens, no other place was anything like it! The high-tech animatronics the place was known for were what really sold the show. And for a young kid like yourself, it was mesmerizing. The lights, the sounds, the games! You dreamed of seeing it. Of escaping to the child's wonderland. 

To escape this hell...

But those seemed like fever dreams to your tiny mind. Your parents would never allow it, not with your 'bad behavior'. Daydream all you want, but there was no escaping the scornful glare of your mother or the apathetic stare of your father. Try as you might you never could please them. Whether it was the wrath of your mother or the disconcern and neglect of your father, you had never been allowed such childlike pleasures. Any time you'd gain the courage to ask for anything, even as small as a candy bar, they'd harp on how bad of a child you were, how you were always so selfish, and that you always asked so much of them. So you learned not to ask. Hell, you'd grown the habit of not talking at all. It only ever got you into more trouble. So you remained silent throughout your young life. 

Today seemed no different. Having spent hours waiting in a car for your parents, not daring to disobey your mothers command to stay there. Luckily it was cooler outside so you were fine with waiting. You entertained yourself with thoughts of toys and Candy, of fun and games, of a life you didn't live.

It was your eighth birthday after all and while neither one of your parents seemed to care, you sure did.

After your mothers trip outside the car she got back in and went on her normal routine to pick up your father. It was only a few seconds later that her yelling started. You heard the first few screams about how 'she didn't want to have to babysit' and how your father 'should just get rid of you if he doesn't want you'. It was after those yells that you zoned out. The common screams blended in woth the low hum of the car as you let your mind drift to more pleasant things. Like birthday cake and ice cream.

This went on for hours which was rather unsual as the house wasn't to far away from your fathers work. You chose not to take note of it though and instead completely dissociate from the situation causing those hours to pass by like minutes. You weren't aware of the conversation your parents were having nor how this chosen ignorance would come to shape your life.

"Y/N!" Your name cut through your wandering mind, earning your attention as you quickly swiveled your head towards the front of the car, locking eyes with your mother.

"Get out" she spoke, though the words almost didn't register with you. You looked around, realizing you weren't anywhere you recognized. You quickly looked back to your mother with confusion and hints of fear found in your expression. Her eyebrows only tilted further down at what she perceived as not only an insult, but outright disobedience.

"I said get out!" She repeated, causing you to jump once again, her tone was enough to melt away your confusion for the moment as your mind went on auto-drive, immediately following through with what she told you to do.

The sun was quickly finding its way to the horizon, the light of its burning fire only seeming brighter in the moments before sunset would come. The rain that had fallen only a few minutes earlier gave the air a denser, almost suffocating weight to it. Your small shoes fell on the concrete, a tiny splash made in the puddle that had formed in the more worn parts of the sidewalk. You quickly held your body, the cold air nipping at your exposed skin almost immediately. You looked back to the car wondering why you were told to get out. 

"Right up that rode is that mall you wanted so badly to see. Go see it" she spoke with venom in her voice before quickly turning the car around, an action that confused you at first until she began to drive away. You felt your heart drop, the reality of what was happening immediately choking you. You stood frozen, confused, and now incredibly terrified as the familiarity of your life sped away. You ran about two steps in a panic to not be left behind but ultimately didn't make it far in your vain attempt as you tripped over a jagged and crumbled part of the sidewalk. You fell on your hands and knees, skidding them against the sidewalk with an immediate stinging pain claiming them. You looked up, your mouth open to cry out for your parents thoigh not a word left, the distant car too far to ever have heard you.

You were left in silent isolation as their ultimate betrayal to you.

You stayed that way for a few moments, tears falling silently from your eyes as you tried to compose yourself. After a moment you attempted to stand, though the sting of your open wounds brought regret as you did so. When you finally did pull yourself up you tried to wipe your wet and dirty hands on your clothes, though the sting of them made you wince. They weren't bleeding, but they were still in quite a lot of pain. You couldn't say you got that lucky with your legs though as small amounts of blood soaked into your pants. You sniffled, sucking it up as you began to turn your head in every direction in hopes of finding out where you were. It was a mostly wooded area, though a long road led you straight. There didn't seem to be anyone around, the deathly silent air filling you with more dread than you already felt.

You had never been completely alone before, let alone dropped in what you considered to be the middle of nowhere. You tried to think, to find some type of rational thought, but in your tiny mind the world now laid out in front of you was so daunting you almost couldn't comprehend it.

Your situation was akin to an ant taken from outside and put into a house. The relative size of everything around it made it insignificant and miniscule in its surroundings.

After a moment of this betrayed confusion you eventually did find a thought, one that your spirit clung to for dear life.

'The PizzaPlex...she said it was up the road...just up the road...' You tore your eyes from the unknown darkness that was soon to creep around you and instead focused your eyes ahead of you. You had a goal, something to move towards, something familiar. So, one small foot after the other, you began to walk. Your legs stung as you moved them but it wasn't anything you hadn't felt before, nor was it enough to tear you from your goal. You had no other thought but to get to that PizzaPlex. In your mind it was the only place left, the only familiarity in your now infinite and terrifying world.

So you dragged on, despite your now very recent status as completely independent. 

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It was a long walk, one filled with small breakdowns as you tried to understand what was happening, to understand why you would be left like this. Despite these small breakdowns your mind mostly left you as your feet moved. As if detached from your own body you trudged on, your body seemingly moving on its own. The sun seemed to fall at a quicker pace the longer you walked which causing a new fear to sneak into you. One of being alone in the silence of the night. Thankfully you saw the shining building before then, like a beacon to your mind lost in a sea of dread. Yet even with its light glow, the place looked different than you remembered it in the small glimpses you ever saw on tv. It was darker, more daunting. 

As you coninued you noticed the lack of people, though there were still vehicles in the parking lot. It wasn't long until you realized most of those were vans with the Fazbear logo all over them. Some had all of the mascots on them, the familiar characters easily recognized by you. After taking a couple of curious yet hesitant steps you realized that this must be the back of the building. That theory was only further assured as you walked closer and noticed fences, likely to keep people from parking here since they didn't go very far. You could hear voices, the sounds of people in the distance that only grew as you drew closer, though they remained echoes in the orange-covered world the lowering sun created.

You soon made it to a back door, your head turning to look around as you searched for any sign of someone else. When you saw no one you attempted to open said door, only to quickly realize it was locked. You were just about to start walking around to find another door when a loud clang rang in your ears. In instinct you ran to the nearby van, hiding behind the wheel of it in hopes that whatever made the sound wouldn't find you. After a long bout of silence, and with your childhood sense of curiosity still intact, you slowly peaked from your hiding spot, your eyes scanning the area for what could have created the noise. 

It took a while for you to pinpoint it, but your eyes eventually fell on a vent cover that laid on the ground. Following it, your eyes scanned over a large trash bin, up a wall, and eventually landed on the source of where it came from. A now open hole in the building was the origin of the vent cover. You stayed staring at it for a moment, afraid that something might come out of it, but when silence rang for a few more minutes you slowly made your way out of your hiding spot. In a slow step you walked over to the open vent, your curious mind overtaking you. With a great struggle you pulled yourself up onto the garbage bin, the vent now just slightly above your head. You paced your hands on the edges and slightly pulled yourself up to look into the vent. Besides the increase in noise you didn't notice much, just an empty vent. It wqs this observation that led a confused look to fall on your face.

How did it even open-?

Just as that thought entered your mind you were pulled away from it and instead to the sound of the door you had been at only moments prior as it began to open. In a spike of fear and a moment of poor decision making you fully pulled yourself into the vent to get away from whoever or whatever may have been coming through the door. In what must have been nothing more than a miracle you managed to do so, but you were more so focused on the extreme pain in your hands rather than the feat you had just performed. 

The vent was small, but so were you which made it not too uncomfortable to be in. The scent pizza and sugar hit your nose as the smell of the pizzaplex finally made it to you. It caused a low grumble in your stomach as you realized the hunger that ate at you. You were able to push the empty feeling away though as you focused your mind on more important things, like the fact that you should probably get moving considering whoever was at the door could have noticed you. 

And so in what was frankly just calm panic you began to crawl your way further in, the stinging of your hands and knees only getting worse the longer you were forced to put pressure on them.

It was about ten minutes into this process that a sound caught your ears. Sure, there were noises happening all around you, but the world that laid just below you was muffled. The sounds of children, arcade machines, and other related noise seemed like they were off in the distance. What had caught your ear wasn't as muffled, in fact it sounded almost clear. You stopped your movement in hopes that you could identify what the sound was.

It was then that you heard the melody of it, the frantic sound of what you assumed was some type of music box. You listened, confused as to why it echoed in the vent, why ot was growing closer. It didn't take long for the reality of the sound to dawn on you.

There was something else in here with you.

And by the sound of it, it wasn't too far behind. 

With your heart picking up the pace once again you decided to hurry your movements, hoping to escape whatever it was. It didn't help that the melody only grew louder and, terrifyingly, came with the skittering sound of metal quickly approaching. You turned your head to look behind you for a second only to see a familiar-looking but unknown mechanical musical creature not far behind. With a small yelp, you turned ahead and shoved your way out of the closest open vent. A poor decision as you found yourself tumbling down a few boxes before finally landing on the floor. 

Seeing as adrenaline was quickly rushing through your veins you didn't register the pain at first, instead quickly readjusting yourself to stare back up at the vent you had just left in fear that it would continue to follow you. You backed up as the creature made its way to the edge of the vent and stared down at you. With what emotion you weren't sure, though you assumed it didn't very much like you as it quickly scuttled back in once you were out. You continued to stare up at the vent for a moment as you caught your breath, your fear slowly leaving and the pain sinking back in. After a moment you slowly stood, though you were now on rather wobbly legs. Once you did you finally decided to slowly tear your eyes away from the vent to look around, hoping to find out where you were. While the room you were in didn't seem to have anyone around, you could hear voices that seemed even closer than before. Following the noise you walked around a short hallway before you were met with a set of doors, the sound of people now very clearly behind them. You were a bit apprehensive about opening the door but considering you couldn't go back the way you came you decided to push them open. You were met with shining neon lights that draped the surrounding area and the many groups of walking people in a pink hue. What to your childlike mind felt like hundreds of people were passing by as you peaked out of the door. But, whether it was due to your tiny stature or the excitement of the surroundings, not one laid an eye on you. Slowly, and hoping to not raise suspicion, you fully crept out the door, letting it shut behind you. You still stayed stuck to the wall though, not moving from your spot as you continued to look around.

It was more mesmerizing than you'd ever imagined it. The bright lights, the delicious smells, the joyful sounds. So far removed were you from angered yelling and dangerous rage, from being scolded for wanting such amazing things. You stood now in a place you could only consider as a land of dreams- your dreams. You'd spent so long imagining being here and now you stood, amazed by it all. 

It was a magical first impression so far beyond what your mind could have conjured. But it was after that shock faded and after you slowly acclimated to it all that everything began to hit you all at once.

Everything hurt. Your'e hungry- thirsty. Ow! Where are your parents- You were alone- alone. You were in a crowd of strangers. Your parents were gone, your home! You had nothing! Why here? Why leave you here?! You wanted home, you wanted your bed, you wanted familiarity.

The lights were an off hue now, one that strained your eyes, the voices of the people were so loud and- Ow! Your hands, your knees, they stung as your cement burned skin was exposed. Trying to alleviate the pain you fell down the wall, tears pricking at your eyes as the overwhelming situation took its toll on your small body. The passers-by didn't notice. You were too insignificant in the amazement of the colossal pizzaplex. You felt suffocated, like you were drowning in the fear of it all. All of it felt like it was collapsing onto you, like the whole world was caving in. You wanted it to stop stop stop STOP-

"Hello?" A voice called. Through the murmurs, laughs, and outright yelling that came from all around you, that voice stuck out. You snapped from your panicked state, your head turning towards where it came from. You froze when you met the eyes of a stranger. They dawned a gray top and pants to match with a nametag on their chest. They towered over you, everything did really. Their expression was confused, if not irritated.

"You lost?" They asked with exasperation in their tone. You hesitated on answering, unsure of their intentions. After a moment you nodded, your throat too tight to even attempt to speak right now. Your answer seemed to only further agitate the stranger, their annoyance now visible in the way their eyes stared.

“Do you know where you came from? Where your family is?” They asked, their tone now harsh on your ears. You gave absolutely no answer this time, the fear of this stranger's presence only sinking in the longer you talked to them. That didn't seem to go over well either. In fact it went over even worse than when you’d given them at least an attempt at an answer,

“Screw this, I'm supposed to be on break” They grumbled before reaching into their pocket and pulling out a small device. It clicked before they spoke.

"I've got a lost kid on the first floor, left side in the front. They said they should be at the daycare but got lost" they spoke into the device, pulling it away once they were finished and placing it back in their pocket. They stayed standing over you for a while, not speaking another word. It was a few minutes later that a robot came rolling down, a small siren flashing on its head to warn the customers to move out of the way. It stopped in front of you and only once it did so did the person turn back to you. 

"This robot's going to take you to the daycare. Just follow it" was the last thing they spoke before walking off. You turned to look up at the robot with the shock of what just happened slowly sinking in.

It didn't look all that unique. Just a general worker bot. Either way, you were now in its care and though you were confused and frightened by the turn of events, you decided it best not to question it. You had thought you were in trouble when the worker had approched you since you most definitely were not supposed to be here, but it seems the world had different plans for you.

Different plans indeed

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Break Time - A Shigaraki x Reader Fanfic

Summary: You're working as a waitress at a bar when Shigaraki comes in, leading to a wild hookup in the bathroom. Smut. 18+. Rough Sex. Any feedback at all would be deeply appreciated!

You didn’t notice when he walked in. Just another young man in a dark hoodie, he could have been anyone. But you noticed when he glanced up at you from his seat toward the back of the bar while you stood next to the table, ready to take his order. You knew who he was the moment your eyes met. You’d seen the pictures on the news, spread across social media, those scars along his lips, those piercing red eyes, the soft silver hair that peeked out from his hood. Sitting at the table, ordering a beer and some nachos, was Shigaraki Tomura, the current most dangerous villain.

You tried to play it cool. You didn’t want him to know you recognized him. It was obvious that he was trying to be discreet, maybe counting on the fact that this bar was basically a hole in the wall in a small rural area, where people mostly kept to themselves and minded their own business. Or maybe it was the fact that pictures of his face, without the creepy hand covering it, had only recently started circulating, so perhaps he thought most people wouldn’t be able to identify him.

Most people probably wouldn’t. But you were different. You’d been fascinated by Shigaraki from the moment he first appeared on the news, even with that hand hiding his face. There was something about him that intrigued you. And then, two weeks ago, pictures of his face started showing up online. When you saw that lovely face, those beautiful eyes, you thought you were looking at an angel. You had to keep reminding yourself that he’s a villain, that he’s killed innocent people. But you just couldn’t get that face out of your mind. Your phone was full of pictures of him, every one you could find online. If it was possible to be in love with someone you’d never met before, then you were in love with Shigaraki Tomura.

And now he was sitting right in front of you, just inches away.

With some effort, you get your racing heart to slow down. You write down his order and tell him you’ll bring it right out. He doesn’t reply so you walk away quickly, not wanting to linger and draw attention to yourself. When you take his beer and nachos to his table, you manage to keep your hands steady as you sit them in front of him. “Here you go,” you say in a cheery voice, trying to act normal. “Can I get anything else for you?”

He glances up at you again, and your breath nearly catches in your throat. Those eyes are so intense in person. You wish you could pull out your phone and take some photos of him, but you know that would be a terrible idea. He holds your gaze for just a moment before saying, “No, that’s all.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard his voice, and you love it. You get goosebumps along your arms. You desperately want to hear it again, so you try to continue this little conversation. “Alright. If you change your mind, let me know.” You smile brightly at him.

He looks away from you and to his plate as he mutters a quiet, “Thanks.”

You walk away, disappointed that you have no reason to talk to him more. You stand by the bar, hoping that he’ll need something and call you over. You find yourself staring at him, watching him eat, watching him hold the glass of beer without letting all four fingers touch it. Of course you know about his quirk. Everyone does. It sounded terrifying on the news, but even that couldn’t stop your fascination with him.

He suddenly looks toward the bar, toward you. The shock of his eyes on you causes you to hesitate before looking away. Did he notice you were staring? Does he know you recognize him? Will he use that terrifying quirk on you to silence you?

If so, then you might as well go for it. You could die tonight, a shy little virgin who never took a risk on anything in her life. Or you could die a woman who actually took a chance.

You grab a few napkins from under the bar and walk over to Shigaraki’s table. His eyes are on you every step of the way, and your heart is beating faster than ever. You drop the napkins on the table and smile at him again. “I thought you could use these. Nachos can get pretty messy.”

He looks mildly surprised, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say that. He picks up a napkin with his thumb and one finger and wipes at his mouth, even though there was nothing on it. You decide to try being a little playful.

“You missed a spot.” A lie.

He wipes his mouth again quickly and looks up at you.

You slide into the seat beside him and take one of the napkins from the table. “Here, let me,” you say, dabbing at the corner of his mouth.

He looks surprised by the gesture, his body seeming to tense up at your touch. Could it be that he’s not accustomed to being touched?

You blush and drop the napkin. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking.”

It’s his turn to stare at you. “Don’t worry about it,” he says as you stand up.

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never. Take the chance. You face him and meet his eyes. “Look, I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, but… I think you’re really hot. I get a break in twenty minutes. Do you wanna hang out?”

His eyes widen slightly. Whatever he expected you to say was clearly not this. You think you catch a hint of a blush on his pale cheeks. He looks away from you and asks, “Are you joking?”

“Not even a little bit,” you answer. “But feel free to turn me down. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I offended you.”

He looks back up at you again, studying your face. You can feel your cheeks burning. Your first time making a move on a guy, and it’s Shigaraki fucking Tomura. A guy who could and probably would murder you in seconds. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until he speaks.

“I’ll think about it.”

You exhale. This is the most nervous you’ve ever been, but there’s a certain excitement, a thrill, to all of this. You leave his table without another word, too embarrassed to say anything else. Back at the bar, you watch the clock tick down the minutes until your break. Shigaraki has long since finished with his beer and food, and should probably have left by now. But he’s still here. Does that mean he’s going to take you up on your offer? And you said ‘hang out’, but what did you even mean by that? Your break only lasts half an hour. What could you possibly do in that amount of time?

Finally, the twenty minutes are up. You slip off your apron and give a meaningful glance at Shigaraki before heading into the restroom. You want to check your makeup and hair before going back out. You want to look your best after all. You stand in front of the mirror above the sink, looking over your reflection. “I can’t believe I did that,” you mutter.

Suddenly the restroom door opens and, in the mirror, you see Shigaraki step in. You whirl around to face him, suddenly very afraid. Has he come in here to kill you? Your heart sinks when he reaches down and locks the door, the sound of the thick metal deafening in the small restroom. You look at him pleadingly.

He steps closer to you, the hood pulled so low that you can barely see his eyes. “So how long is your break?” he asks.

You freeze. Why is he asking that? If he’s going to kill you, what does it matter how long your break is? “Uh, thirty minutes,” you manage to squeak out.

“Then I guess we better hurry,” he replies.

This is it. He’s going to kill you. He’s going to turn you into a pile of dust and blood. He reaches out his hand toward you, and you decide in that moment to not turn away from him. To look into those eyes until your last moment. At least you’ll go out looking at something beautiful.

You wait for his hand to close over your forehead, or your throat, or wherever he decides to strike. But instead, three of his fingers touch your shoulder lightly and pull you closer to him. Before you can sort through your confusion, Shigaraki leans forward and kisses your neck.

Huh? What? Why is Shigaraki Tomura kissing you?

Your mind races. Does he plan to fool around with you before killing you? He didn’t seem like that type of guy, but you don’t really know him at all. You lean back and look at his face, trying to discern something from his expression. It’s blank, as usual.

“This is what you want, right?” he asks, a tiny hint of a smirk on his lips.

That’s when it dawns on you. He assumed that by ‘hanging out’, you meant ‘hook up’. He thought you were asking him for sex. And he accepted! When that realization hits your brain, you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you want him. You want this man, badly. Right now. And judging by his actions, he wants you too. You’ve never done anything even remotely like this. To Shigaraki, this is clearly a random hook up. But to you it’s so much more. He can’t possibly know how much more.

“Yes, this is definitely what I want,” you say, almost breathless.

He kisses you, fast and almost rough, his hands moving over you, carefully not placing all five fingers on your skin. You should be worried about his hands. You should be scared absolutely shitless to have this man’s hands anywhere near you. But all you can focus on is his hungry mouth on yours, the feel of his surprisingly firm body pressing against your chest. Ah well. He’s had this quirk all his life, right? He must know how to avoid using it.

His tucks three fingers from each hand under the hem of your snugly fitting shirt and pulls it up, revealing your rather plain bra. You curse yourself for not wearing something prettier, but who knew something like this would happen? But if he’s disappointed, he doesn’t show any sign of it. In fact he barely seems to notice the bra before using the same maneuver to pull it up, causing your ample breasts to bounce free below it.

You blush crimson. Only one other guy has seen your bare chest, and that was in high school, when your then boyfriend demanded to see your tits or he would break up with you. He saw the goods, then broke up with you a week later anyway. Thankfully, that’s as far as you went with him. Or anyone, for that matter. Instinctively, you look away, fighting the urge to cover yourself with your arms.

Shigaraki just stares. He’s stopped touching you, probably sensing your discomfort. There’s a question in his eyes.

Finally, you speak, deciding to be honest. “I, uh…. I’ve never done this before,” you admit, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

There’s that subtle look of surprise again. He looks away from you for a moment and says in a quiet voice, “Me too.”

What does that mean? He’s never hooked up in a public restroom before? Never hooked up with a random waitress he just met? Or… could it be?

You decide to be more specific. “I’ve never… had sex before.”

Unfortunately, Shigaraki doesn’t elaborate on his earlier comment. He just nods and says, “Ah, okay.”

You almost break out the cliche “please be gentle” comment, but stop yourself. Shigaraki Tomura is not a gentle person. He’s a villain. You knew this all along. But do you even want him to be gentle?

He waits another moment, as if giving you a chance to back out. When you look at him with clear desire in your eyes, he suddenly pushes your back against the cold tile wall beside the sink. He presses his palms into your breasts, not letting even a single finger touch them, while lightly biting the soft skin of your neck.

Your breathing gets quicker, your mouth draping open and your eyes sliding closed. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. You want to pull his hoodie off, to see his bare torso, but he hasn’t made a move to remove any of his clothing and you’re not sure if you should try it. What if he has a lot of scars that he’s not eager to show off?

He slowly crouches down until he’s eye level with your waist. He looks you in the eyes as he unzips your skirt and lets it fall to the floor around your ankles. Then he hooks two fingers into the waistband of your panties and hesitates another moment. If you want him to stop, this is the time. But you don’t want him to stop. You’re embarrassed and terrified but more than anything else, you don’t want him to stop.

You close your eyes as he slips the panties down your hips and to your ankles, then reaches down to pull both skirt and panties away from your feet. Now all that’s left on you is a pair of sandals and your shirt and bra that have been pushed up, leaving you totally exposed. Heat burns your face, and you imagine you’re as red as a tomato. You glance at his face, trying to figure out if he likes what he sees or not, but his expression is as difficult to read as ever.

He stands up and lifts his hoodie a few inches, just enough for him to unbutton his jeans. That small glimpse of his skin around his navel is enough to drive you wild. Then he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.

It’s hard, which gives you a small boost of confidence. He must find your body attractive. It’s also bigger than you expected. You’ve never seen one in person before, but somehow you assumed it would be smaller. You’re struck by the sudden urge to put it in your mouth, but you’ve never done that before and you’re not sure if you’d be any good at it. Would he be turned off if you gave a clumsy blowjob?

What the hell. You’ve come this far.

You drop down to your knees and reach out a shaky hand to gently grasp his cock. You look up at his face, and it’s still unchanged. You’d die to know what he’s thinking right now, but he’s not going to give you a clue. You pull your hair back behind your shoulder and lean in, wrapping your lips around his cock. You hear a sharp intake of breath and glance up. Shigaraki’s expression hasn’t changed much, but his eyes are a little wider, his teeth slightly visible above his bottom lip. You take that as a good sign and begin moving your lips along his length, back and forth, then you extend your tongue and run it over his tip. You remember your best friend from college telling you to treat a man’s dick like you would a popsicle. You hope she knew what she was talking about as you alternate between licking and sucking.

You tilt your head a bit so that you can see Shigaraki’s face. He’s staring at you with something like awe, as if he’s watching a magician perform an amazing trick. You blush but keep going, not wanting him to stop looking at you that way. Several minutes later, he draws his head back and inhales a sudden breath, and cums directly into your mouth. No warning, no asking if it was okay. You’re shocked by the flood of sticky liquid filling your mouth, sliding down your throat. You’re also not certain what you’re supposed to do. Spit it out? Swallow it? You decide to swallow without taking his cock out of your mouth. Your tongue still swirls around him while your throat works to take in every drop of his cum. When you finally pull away, he’s half hard again.

Is it your imagination, or is he breathing harder? His hood has fallen back, revealing a mess of silvery hair. God, he’s gorgeous.

You stand back up, still pinned in close to the wall by his body. He steps even closer, shoving one hand between your legs and making you instantly tense up in fear as you remember his quirk again. But he only uses two fingers to run along your slit, then slips them inside. It only takes a second for him to find your clit, his fingers a little too rough as they rub the tender flesh, scraping his nails across it. You make a little yelping sound and resist the urge to push his hand away, because despite being a little too rough, it feels good.

The pleasure spirals up into you, making you feel weak. Your legs are shaky, and you’re afraid you might collapse. The sensations are so intense that you almost want to get away from his hand, if only for a moment to catch your breath. But your back is against the wall and his fingers are merciless. You’re no stranger to touching yourself, usually while thinking of the very man who is in front of you right now, but doing it yourself is different. You can control the pressure, the speed, the intensity. Having someone else in control of that is scary but thrilling.

Finally, a powerful orgasm washes over you, leaving you shuddering and holding onto his shoulders for support. He withdraws his hand and examines it under the fluorescent lights of the restroom, and you can see the sticky fluid shimmering on his fingers. You wish the lights weren’t so damn bright in here. This is mortifying.

His eyes flick up to meet yours and he gives you the strangest look, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin that bares his teeth. It’s the first time you’ve seen him smile, and you’re not sure if it’s sexy or horrifying. He seems a little different, maybe even a little smug, as if just realizing the effect he has on you.

He’s fully hard again, you notice, just as he lifts you up by your thighs and slams your back against the wall. Before you can even call out in surprise, you feel his entire cock shove itself inside you, all the way in on the first thrust. You gasp and then let out a whimper of pain, tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t know it would hurt this bad. You feel like something is ripping down there, and you feel what you can only assume is blood trickle down, wetting his cock even more than your arousal. He pulls out and thrusts in again, so deep and rough that you think he might break you. You scrunch your eyes shut and wrap your arms around him, burying your wet face in his neck.

He pushes you back to look at your face. “Does it hurt?” he asks, without stopping his violent thrusts.

“Yes,” you manage to choke out, “a lot. But… I like it.” And you do. You like it so much that it scares you. You never knew you were into this sort of thing, that you would enjoy being fucked so roughly, even on your first time.

“Good,” he says back with that eerie grin of his, red eyes shining. You don’t know if he means it’s good that it hurts or it’s good that you like it, and you don’t ask.

He continues thrusting, your whole body jolting each time. He’s so deep inside you that feel like the two of you are going to meld into one person. You want to feel every inch of him. He’s still wearing that slasher smile, watching your face, and you can’t imagine what sort of expressions you’re making as you pant and make little cries of pain and pleasure, tears still leaking down your cheeks.

Then, all at once, his gaze turns sharp and the smile disappears. “You know who I am, don’t you?” he asks, never dropping his rhythm of thrusts.

You look at him in shock, a sudden stab of fear in your gut. He knows you recognized him. He knows you could call the police, or the heroes, or even the media. For a moment, you can’t speak.

Shigaraki gives a particularly rough thrust, making your whole body bounce up and slam back into the wall. “Answer,” he says, his voice low.

“Y-yes. I know who you are,” you say.

“And you still wanted to fuck me?” There’s an almost mocking tone to his voice.

You look him in the eyes. “Yes.”

“Why?”

You wince as he continues thrusting. You don’t know if you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. “I… I’m a fan…”

“A fan of me?”

“Yes. I… collect pictures of you… on my phone.”

The grin returns to his face. “And what do you do with those pictures?”

Heat flushes your face again. “I… I just look at them.”

His grin is all teeth. His eyes look wild. “Is that all you do with them?”

Your breathing is ragged. You’re close to climaxing, you can feel it. You wrap your arms around him again, and this time he doesn’t push you back. “Ah… I… touch myself… while looking at them…”

You can’t believe you just admitted something so embarrassing. But you’re riding a wave of pleasure and fear and heat and you’re not thinking clearly.

Shigaraki chuckles softly against your ear, and you can’t see his face for his hair. You wonder what sort of expression he’s wearing now. His hands are on your thighs, only the pinky finger of each not touching you. The thought of the danger, of all the scary things he could do to you, pushes you over the edge. You cum, moaning loudly and collapsing against him, hiding your face in his hair. He gives a few more thrusts before he whispers, “Do you want me to pull out or…?”

“No! Don’t pull out!” You practically scream it. You want him to cum inside you. You want to feel it. Consequences be damned. Besides, you’re pretty sure this is a safe day.

Seconds later, you do feel it. You feel every drop shoot inside you. The two of you remain still for a few moments, pressed against the wall. Then, in a surprisingly gentle manner, he eases you down to let your feet touch the floor. Your whole body is trembling as you try to regain your balance while holding onto one of his arms. He steps back a bit to look you up and down.

You look down yourself and see the trickles of blood and cum dripping down your legs and making an obscene puddle on the floor. Shigaraki’s eyes seem to be glowing as he takes the image in. When you feel steady, you let go of his arm and pull your bra and shirt down, then head into the only stall to clean up a little. When you step out, Shigaraki is handing you your panties, his face having returned to his former unreadable expression. You put them on sheepishly, feeling shy all of a sudden.

As he picks up your skirt from the floor, your phone drops out of a pocket and he catches it with his thumb and finger. He reaches you the skirt but keeps the phone. As you step into it and pull it up, you glance over to see that he’s holding the phone up in a very familiar way, and then the sound of the camera.

Did he just take a selfie? With your phone?

He tosses the phone to you and grins again. “Thought you might want a new picture.”

You quickly open the photos app and look at the newest image. Sure enough, there he is, grinning at you from the screen. Your eyes light up as you look back to him. “Thanks!”

He blinks, seemingly caught off guard by your genuine happiness to have a picture of him. He shrugs and looks away. “You’re welcome.”

The two of you head out the door of the restroom, and you notice the clock on the wall. You’re late! You took way too long for your break! You sigh and head toward the bar to get your apron. “Oh man, my boss is gonna kill me.”

Shigaraki glances at the clock too as he heads toward the bar’s exit. Then he looks at you over his shoulder and says, “I’ll drop back in sometime. This place has great nachos.”

He gives a little wave as he disappears through the door, leaving you absolutely stunned. And even though your boss spends ten minutes chewing you out for taking an extra long break, you can’t stop yourself from smiling the rest of the night.

Happy birthday to me✨✨✨🎂🎂

SWEET

This is my copium. Bite me.

Its just ice cream.

Shigaraki looks at you like a wet kitten. He isn't sure why he's acting like this is the strangest thing to ever happen to him. You offered him a bite of your ice cream that you happily scarfed down laying in his lap while he idly farmed away in Breath of the Wild.

He looks at the spoon, then at you. When you offer him a puzzled expression and ask if he doesnt like the flavor he doesn't exactly know what to say. Does he like the flavor? Is he expecting you to share spoons? Why do you eat ice cream with a big spoon? The small spoon is superior...

"I've never had ice cream before." he realizes he's speaking now. He wasn't supposed to say that out loud, it was supposed to be a quiet realization to himself that he had never had something like that before.

You make a face at that, and he knows its not a good face. You're upset with him? He's still not good at understanding your feelings and all of the faces you make, but he's trying. Even so, he can't understand what he's done to make you upset with him. But as if reading his mind, you simply say "thats so sad... I hate your sensei."

Oh. You aren't upset with him. You're upset because master never let him indulge in sweet treats. He wants to argue that he's never deserved them before, but recently you've been making him feel like he's worth it, and like he's not a dangerous return investment. You make him feel wanted, and as if hes the only one in the world worthy of your gaze, and you make him question everything he's ever known.

So cautiously, he opens his mouth and takes a small bite from your spoon. It tastes like... orange and vanilla... Its so cold. But the smile you give him when you see him eat it makes him feel so warm he doesn't even realize hes opening his mouth for you to give him another spoonful, and another after that.

Shigaraki gets his first brainfreeze after trying to eat the whole pint in one go. Your laugh makes it all worth it though, and he realizes he loves orange and vanilla. He realizes he loves this moment with you, its soft and quiet. The only sounds being satisfied hums and background music from Breath of the Wild. Its a domesticity he hasn't ever had in his life and he never wants to let it go, he wants to feel this peace with you again and again. He wants to taste all the ice cream and all the sweet treats he was never able to indulge in before.

But for now, he simply kisses your cold, soft lips. Because you're still sweeter than anything Sensei could've possibly tried to keep from him.

Agreed. So cool

Fugk shigrli LSOEE LOSER SHIGARAKI PLZ PLS SAVE MEEUGHHHH...can yu do..like THIS SOUNDS CRINGE BUT READER ISEKAI AND THEY R OBSESSD W SHIGARAKI,,, like, they get plopped down into his bar, they explain his lore to him, his fanarts, shiparts ALL OF THAT🙏🎀

Love u munch plz dont die

love u too munch!! hope u enjoy <3

i died violently in a car crash and all i got was this weirdo virgin!

shigaraki x isekai!reader

cw: no use of "y/n" (i used "______" instead!), fem reader, loser shigaraki (aka early chapter shiggy), virgin!shigaraki, isekai, tw: implications of death/major trauma, car crash, oral (male rec), loss of virginity, slight musk kink if you squint, kinda canon shiggy? rough sex, unprotected, pathetic virgin moment lol, teasing, missionary, p/v sex, choking implied for a few seconds, desperation, premature ejaculation, sliiiiiight breeding kink? if u squint

not proofread! pls dont eat me im sorry but its 5am i dont have the energy to edit rn!!!!!!!

you don't know how it happened. there was a sharp, hollow static, paired with the feeling of drowning, choking, sputtering. you could hear screaming, you could feel the branches interlocking with your innards, pinning you to the car seat. but...everything was so soft, so light...

until it wasn't.

you figured heaven would be a little less daunting than this. even atheists could dream up a place better than this.

but here you were, plopped onto a worn stool, a long mahogany bartop splayed in front of you. maybe it was a sick joke, maybe this bartop was the tree you lost your life to. maybe it was one big metaphor. either way, the leather was sticking to your legs already, a loose nail prodding at your thigh as you shifted in your seat. there was a strange smell here, a mixture of sweat and blood and something smoky, and you couldn't place whether you liked it or not. you tapped your fingers against the worn wood for a moment before glancing around the sullen room.

it looked so very familiar. worn furniture, brick walls, and a dingy carpet splattered the room like dollhouse furniture. the bar was fully stocked, but no one was tending to it. there were a few rooms down a hall, but nothing you could recognize. across from you, a little tv sat, with a torn poster of something you felt on the tip of your tongue. you forced yourself to move, standing from the seat and rubbing your eyes as you approached the wall. with a shaky hand, you wiped dust from the ripped paper, revealing a heroic-looking man. little holes scattered the image, as if it had been used as a dart board. bold writing splayed beneath his portrait read: "ALL-MIGHT", and like a crashing wave, everything came flooding back. your favorite manga series, my hero academia, had a bar similar as the base for the league of villains. you sucked in a sharp, excited breath as your eyes took in another look of the room. maybe this was heaven.

but...this shit doesn't happen in real life. isekai's were a favorite trope of yours, like re:zero or konosuba, yes, now you remembered- you had loved the idea of another world rather than death or rebirth. maybe it was your version of heaven. you bit your nail at the idea of being able to see the base for yourself. sure, it wasn't at all what you had imagined it to be- it wasn't as enchanting, per se, as you had thought. but it was...all in front of you. as you swallowed your discoveries, a squeal of joy erupted from your core. shit, your core. your body, fuck, was it okay? you lifted your shirt, expecting to see the gory visual of your death still imprinted on your skin...but it was gone. as if it had never happened. shit. this isnt so bad then, right?

but something surely was missing. and no, it wasn't your life. well, technically yes it was, but fuck that, who cares? what you really were missing was them. if this was a true isekai...

the sound of metal clanging sends a freezing shock through your bones. you whip around in time to see a very battered and bloody league stumbling in, kurogiri rushing to the bar to grab supplies. you stay silent as you watch them all individually groaning and pushing each other for a seat, too scared to say a fucking word. sure, your obsession was there, but it was all-too-intimidating when they're right in front of you. your breath is stuck in your chest, until a voice shatters your glass-persona.

"boss? who the FUCK is that?" a raspy voice slices the air and you feel everyone's stares fall onto you.

your eyes widen as shigaraki slumps out of his seat wordlessly and slinks over to you, hand extended. he's much larger than you thought he'd be. his frame towers over you slightly as he approaches, a sinister smile creeping up on his cracked lips.

"good question, spinner" his teeth are bared, and he's inches from you now as you shake. "who the FUCK are you?" he repeats the question, a sickening twist in his voice that shows he's really not in the mood to talk. without hesitation, you slip underneath him and head for the door, but he grabs you before you reach it. he yanks you back with four fingers, his grip deadly on the back of your shirt. in a panic, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"please! i'm sorry! fuck, i'm your biggest fan i promise! i don't know how the fuck i got here i just died and woke up here pleasedon'tturnmeintoashesi'msorry!" your voice is rushed and trembling, but he releases you onto the ground with a thud. you catch your breath as you stand, wiping the dirt from your legs.

"...the fuck?" dabi's voice rings through the thick silence, and the group breaks into a bellowing laughter. except for shigaraki. he stands over you, a wide, confused expression on his face.

"fan? so you've heard of us?" his smirk reappears as he couches down into your face, and you nod rapidly.

"yes, yes, i know all of you, you're my favorite characters!" you point at all of them, reciting their names. toga's smile consumes her entire face as you do so, and grabs onto twice's arm as she squeals.

"characters? tch, what are we to you?" shigaraki shakes his head as he looks down at you.

your expression falls as you realize they all have no fucking idea what the hell you're talking about. you take a deep breath and begin infodumping about "my hero academia", your favorite manga. everything from deku and his quirk, to all might, to the league itself. shigaraki finally backs up a step and offers you space to stand, and you do so. he nods as you recite the plot, his eyes widening in confusion and anticipation. when you run out of breath, he raises a finger to you, and you go silent.

"she sounds fucking crazy..." twice mutters sing-songy through his teeth. you chuckle nervously as shigaraki glances to the rest of the group, still bleeding and beaten.

"tend to your wounds elsewhere. i want a minute alone with...this thing." he gestures with a curled lip to you and you wave awkwardly. the group sighs and exits to their own spaces, toga examining you head-to-toe before bouncing away, exclaiming: "okay, but i want her when you're done!".

you cant help the anxious fiddling as he guides you to the worn stools again. he throws himself in one next to you, poppy irises still fixated on you with furrowed brow. he scowls at you, but says with a hint of amusement, "tell the truth now". his voice has a twinge of agitation to it, and you smile weakly at him.

"that's the truth, i swear" you start, and he shakes his head. you can feel the annoyance leeching off of him, and you start your next sentence very carefully.

"have you ever heard of an isekai?" you drag the words as if it would prevent your death, and he nods. "okay okay, good. so i think that's what happened. see, i'm not from here, as you can tell...and i died in a car crash, really brutal shit man, like literal sticks in my lower intestines and shit, that sucked balls." you trail off as you describe the fatality and he sighs.

"sorry, i got carried away. but yeah, basically, no need for an introduction on your part, i already know everything about you". you smile gingerly as he raises an eyebrow at you and scratches at his neck.

"mhm. everything, eh?" he leans into you again now and your breath hitches. you can smell him now, and it's unlike anything you could have imagined. the smell of sweat is combined with a faint sugared citrus scent. it's strange, honestly you didn't imagine he'd smell like anything more than a general stink, but he isn't unpleasant in the slightest. he's also all-too-close to your face, and you're able to see every patch of dry skin, scar, and scrape on his delicate pale face. strands of powdery blue hair drape around his face, and he pushes it back with a brutish movement as he takes in the image of you. you fight the urge to reach out and touch him as he speaks again, his breath on your face.

"what else do you know about me then, hmm?"

him being that close to you was overwhelming as fuck, and it takes a minute to reboot your brain and respond.

"well, fuck i don't have my phone" you exclaim as you pat your pockets down.

"need mine?" he slips his out of his hoodie pocket with two fingers and you shake your head shyly. "no thank you" you creak out, and shrug.

"well, basically, you're like, all over social media. and people really love you" you start, and a smirk forms on his face again.

"so, in another world i'm...people like me? in this other world...do i kill all might?" he says excitedly, snaking his long fingers together with a clap.

"well," you start, "sometimes?" you bite your lip, thinking of how to phrase it. "people write stories about you, and draw you, hell, some people even cosplay you..."

"cosplay? like...dress up? like me?" he says shocked, and you respond with a content "mhm!"

"...in your other world, do i win?" he smiles manically and you frown. you know his fate in your world. but maybe, in his, it's different. maybe you can lie to him.

"yes." you recall the recent manga leaks and chapters, and force a smile out. "you win, victoriously. and...you're the best villain!"

he leans back in his seat, a cocky look on his face as he folds his arms. "and society...does it fall?"

"you make it yours, shigaraki" you nod, distracting yourself from the blatant display of his death that replays in your mind.

"excellent" he hisses out. "tell me how i do it".

you shake your head. "i promise i can!" a look of determination overcomes you, your confidence way too high for someone who just got obliterated by a fucking tree branch. "if...if i can join you, i can show you everything from my world and help you" you propose, fighting off the aching in your chest. he glares at you for a moment and purses his lips.

"hmph. i'll consider it" he raises a brow and you respond with a tight, flat grin. he rolls his eyes as you shimmy closer to him. at this point, he hasn't killed you, and fuck it, if you die again, who knows where you'll go.

"did you know that a lot of people want to fuck you?" you blurt out, and he chokes on air.

"WHAT?"

"yeah, and they write about it all the time. and draw it, too. they also think you and dabi are together, sometimes you and spinner, hell i've even seen you and eraserhea-"

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he shouts out, and you laugh. you feel the excitement from before come rushing back, making you slightly delirious next to this definitely unstable and unhealthy villain.

"yeah! in my world, you're like, so hot" you giggle.

"i'm going to need you to shut the fuck up while i process that" he raises a hand and takes a deep breath.

he takes a few seconds, rubbing his temples and sighing. "...in what world would i fuck dabi?"

you laugh, violently, and he grimaces. you cant reply, so you just shrug as your laughter continues to startle him.

"well, a lot of people also think you're," you whisper the next part, "a virgin". he scowls at this and flattens his lips. he doesn't respond, which causes you in your delusional state to scooch closer to him.

"...is that true?" you ask quietly, and he glares at you. you take his silence as a yes, and nod.

"hmm. thought so" you reply with approval, slightly satisfied your favorite headcanon was very much true. he grits his teeth and stands from his seat, stretching a bit before walking away with a huff. you immediately fling yourself off your own seat and follow him.

"you know, that's not a bad thing!" you say behind as he trudges down the hall. he flings open a door and slams it in your face, sending you back a bit. you frown, not realizing how far you've been pushing it. you reach for the doorhandle and somehow, it's not locked. you push the old wood and enter slowly, the smell of dirty laundry and that same citrus smell enveloping your senses. he groans as he meets your gaze and you smile sheepishly.

"hey, sorry, i'm not sure why that of all things bothered you..."

he rolls his eyes and flops onto his bed. the springs creak with exasperation as his weight squishes against the old frame.

"of course an idiot like you wouldn't understand. even in your world i'm still somehow seen as a loser" he grumbles and you bite your cheek. you close and lock the handle behind you, and shuffle over to the bed. you dont sit, but you sway slightly as you watch him. his body is more defined from this angle, you can see the gentle muscles under his tshirt-his hoodie has been flung onto the floor with the rest of the clothes-and his baggy pants fall just low enough to expose his porcelain skin just above the waistband of his boxers. you take him in with a greedy stare as you plan your next response.

"...well, yes, but...we all think it's hot." the words startle him and he sits up slightly.

"we??" his eyes narrow, "you're one of them?"

you cringe and nod slowly. "sorry, shiggy, but if its any consolation" he cuts you off with a snap-

"i should kill you right now and send you back to your other world".

your hands fidget uncomfortably at your sides and you fight the urge to take off sprinting again. seems as though when you died, your proper judgement died with you. you sit slowly on the edge of his worn mattress and raise your hands in defeat.

"i don't think that's how it works. if i die again here, i'll just be sent somewhere else, and then i can't help you". he interjects with a quiet "ughhh", and you shrug. "like i was saying, if its any consolation, everyone who does think you're a virgin just wants to fuck you all the more. so in my world you get like, infinite bitches" you grin, and he frowns again.

"are you also one of those freaks?" he retorts, and you wince.

"hmph. checks out. mystery girl from mystery world shows up and says i, quote, get infinite bitches, and allegedly wants to fuck me" he throws his hands up in defeat. "i don't suppose you actually want that, just the idea of it, hm? i'm sure you get off on your world's portrayal of me. for all i know though, you could be lying, you could be a narc little NPC that works for the heroes, and they sent you to weaken me. i don't think i'll fall for it this time, idiot. get out." he points furiously at the door and you pout, folding your arms.

"fair assumption, but with all due respect, even if i were a spy, i don't think i'd be so stupid as to lock myself in a room with you" you motion to the locked door, and he huffs.

"prove you aren't then." he challenges, and you very quickly oblige. at this rate, you're living a fanfiction fantasy and you're thanking that tree branch more and more. you yank your shirt off and climb into his lap, choking out an exclamation from him. you straddle him and almost immediately feel him harden underneath you, eyes blown wide in shock as you wrap your arms around his frame and plant your lips on his. they're cracked and dry, but you couldn't care less. it feels like death all over again, the swirling static enveloping you as you taste him on you. a sweet twinge of blood and candy and salt coats your tongue as you slip it in past his lips, swallowing him whole. he whines as you tug on his tangled hair, rutting into you from below desperately. his body is already shaking, a silent plea as you grind down into him again, the friction of his rock-hard dick against your already throbbing center causing you to both moan. you cant hide your excitement and desperation as you claw at his back. he pulls away for a moment and shakily points to his hoodie on the floor.

"g-gloves" he chokes out, and you nod. you spring up and reach for the pocket, pulling out two artists gloves and tossing them to him. your hands brush against Father in his pocket and you suck air in through your teeth, completely forgetting about that weird fucking thing. you shake off the strange feeling and turn your attention back to him. he's hastily strapping the gloves on and fiddling with the button on his jeans. you lower yourself down to his crotch, the fabric strained against his length. with a surge of newfound confidence, you bite the button and undo the zip with your teeth, and he gasps at the sudden motion. you silently fist-bump yourself as he shimmies the jeans down his legs, tossing them off the bed. you follow, peeling the fabric off your own body and placing yourself back on top of him. he finally reaches up and squeezes your tits with his gloved hands, groaning at the feeling of them in his hands. his eyes are lit up like stars as he ogles your chest, yanking them out of your bra. you silently chuckle and completely lift the article off of you, and his jaw drops. he looks absolutely blown away, and as he greedily cups your tits and squeezes them, he whimpers underneath you. you feel his cock twitch and you grind slightly against it, and within seconds, he's panting and cumming all over you and himself, crying out a string of vulgarities. you kiss him again as he coats you both in slick, hot beads of cum and he bites your lip in pure craze. you remove yourself from his wet lap and look at him with a soft expression.

"aww, you've made a mess already. your boxers arent even off, shiggy" you whisper out and he balls his fists.

"mmf, fuck you, mystery girl" he mumbles out, and you help him pull his boxers off.

"call me by my name, _________". you plant a chaste kiss to his cheek. as his cock springs free, you audibly gasp.

its much bigger, and much angrier right now, than you typically read about. you take it in your hand and feel it, the soft, delicate skin feeling almost out of place on him. it's surrounded by thick baby blue hair, going up to his navel in a sparse trail. its heavier than you expected, too, as it switches in your palm. the creamy skin of his length is offset by a very sensitive silvery-pink tip, already leaking precum again as you thumb over it, sending pathetic whimpers to escape his lips in a fury. you blink away your greater morals and bring your mouth to it, licking a thick stripe from the base, tasting the slightly salty precum against your lips. he shakes as you slip him into your mouth, stretching your jaw out more then you expected you'd have to.

you begin slowly, keeping a hand twisting around the base as your mouth adjusts to the sheer size of it. slowly, you gain comfort and confidence in your actions, and you let your hand go. you take him further into your mouth with a sharp exhale through your nose, and he grips at your hair. he pushes you down, shuddering, and you bury your nose into the mass of hair, breathing in the aroma of his sweat and warmth. you feel yourself slicken more at this, and you bob your head up and down graciously as he whimpers, your name spilling from his lips a few times between labored breaths. you feel the blood pulsing in his shaft, and you wrap your hand around his balls as they tighten, squeezing them as he shatters into you again, thick ropes streaming into your mouth. his grip tightens on your hair and he shoves you all the way down, gagging you slightly as his cum drips down your throat.

"hnng, f-fuck" he drools as his seed fills your mouth generously, adn you pull off with a sloppy mixture of saliva and cum dripping from your lips. you swallow it feverishly and he shakes, watching as you collapse next to him.

it takes him a moment to speak, and its barely above a whisper when he does.

"_______?" his voice is raspier than before as he says your name, and is thick with desire still. you turn to him, still aching for your own orgasm.

"i'm going to fuck you now" he says, a little louder than before. you look at him with wide eyes and nod, spreading your legs are he peels his tshirt off and centers himself between them. he grips a thigh with his calloused fingers, digging his dirty nails into your skin. you hiss slightly but your back arches at the contact.

"why aren't you afraid of me?" he presses himself against your soaking cunt, leaning in to bite your neck. you gasp and grab his face, bringing him to your lips. waves of desire crash over you as he throbs against you. for a virgin, his stamina is something else.

"because i know that if i die again, i'll at least die happy this time" you admit, and reach a hand down to grab his cock. you center it to your opening, and nod. he presses himself in sharply, without warning, and you shriek out in pain.

"gah, fuck, okay, shigaraki" you put a hand to his chest to slow him, "easy, slow, please". he shakes his head and rams himself back into you, snaking a hand to your throat as he pumps inside of you haphazardly. there's no real rhythm to it yet, and you do your best to adjust to the size of him stretching your tight hole hungrily.

"tomura" he replies through grit teeth, and you moan.

"tomura," you repeat with a desperate sob, "please"

his eyes glaze over and with a newfound glimmer of faith, he grips your hips and begins to slowly rut into you, allowing the both of you to finally adjust. he exhales slowly as he rocks his hips into you, and you grab one of his hands, dragging it to your core.

"try...fuck, tomura, touch me" you plead, and he immediately presses his middle finger to your clit. its hard, almost too forceful, and you pull his hand back. he loses concentration and falls out of rhythm for a moment as you guide his hand around, showing him what feels good. you recall a few stories you had read and get an idea.

"like an analog. thumbstick. fuck. you know what i mean" you stumble out, and he very quickly nods.

"so not like a trigger." he follows, and suddenly, his movements are a lot more fluid. he smirks as he rubs your clit steadily. he begins to thrust back into you shakily, then with harder, longer strokes. he follows your directions as you moan and squirm under him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and shoulders as he gains momentum, the mattress squeaking rapidly under the both of you.

you feel yourself at your own breaking point, the fire inside of you melting like metal as it fills you, and you sink your nails into his back as you clench even tighter around his merciless cock. he snaps out with a cry and thrusts into you faster, becoming a little unsteady as you soak his length. your body splinters in ecstasy as he drives himself relentlessly into you, orgasm ripping your body like a hurricane. you call his name out like an unholy prayer as you fall from your high, and he throws his head back as his own climax tears through him. you feel it as he rams himself as deep as he can, filling you with sticky cum furiously. his jaw slackens as he huffs and pants, the most angelic sounds emanating from the villain's flustered body.

as you both crash hard, he pulls out slowly with a hiss. his arms turn to jelly as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him crushing the air from you slightly, and you giggle breathlessly. you wrap your arms around his sweaty, shaking frame and kiss the top of his head as he hyperventilates.

he gathers the strength to push himself off of you and rolls onto his back next to you.

"was that real?" he asks, and you chuckle lightly.

"well, as real as i am, i suppose". he shrugs and closes his eyes.

"did you read about this? in your other world?" he asks gingerly, and you turn to him.

"something like this, yeah" you admit, and he nods slowly.

"you can stay, mystery girl, so long as you keep telling me about those things you read. or just show me" he says, and you smile. "oh, and help me kill that all-might fucker."

your eyes flutter shut in pure bliss as his visage interrupts your greater thoughts. if this is what your new life would be like, then perhaps the violent death was worth it.

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this took me like 3 hours to write tbh, i hope its good! i think im gonna cross-post this to ao3 to get the ball rollin. thank u sm for the ask! it was a pleasure (literally) to write this :)

Lessons

TW: dark content!!, yandere!shigaraki tomura x female reader, noncon/dubcon, implied kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, begging, anal fingering, piv, tomura is mean, mdni. wc: 2k Synopsis: Tomura thinks it’s time you learned an important lesson.

"I got something for you today."

Here he goes again, you think as you watch Shigaraki place a white plastic bag onto his desk. It’s hard to fight the roll of your eyes, but you do. He’s been in a mood lately and you don’t want to push your luck more than you have. 

It’s become routine, you and him. 

He gets too close, you tell him off. It surprises you that he actually listens and instills some kind of confidence in yourself — in your words. Maybe you have more power over the situation than you thought. 

The rustle of the bag catches your attention and you watch as he pulls out a few things. An energy drink, a small box of what looks like bandages and a small bottle of clear liquid. 

Your brows raise, interest piqued and you sit up a little straighter to see better. 

“What do you—?”

He holds the bottle up and your face scrunches in confusion. His smile is one that sends chills up your spine and you have to will yourself to stop being antsy. 

“Lube. It’s for you!” He says like it’s a birthday gift you’ve waited all year for. “You’ve been so… mouthy lately, I’ve decided to give you something to mouth off about. Won’t that be fun?” 

The question is rhetorical and you no longer fight your antsy movements. Rushing to your feet and taking a pointed step away from Shigaraki, your eyes narrow, “what are you talking about?” You’ve never had to use lube. He’s just taken what he’s wanted and your body adjusts every time — as much as you hated it. 

He places the lube back onto the desk and grabs his energy drink, cracking the can open and taking a sip of the sugary sweet soda. He was calm, patient — eerily so. 

After he’s had his fill of the drink, Shigaraki looks to you and nods his head in the direction of the bed. “Get on it.”

Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you held your hands up to the man before you. “Wait, Tomura, we can—!”

“Oh?” He cuts you off, voice lifted and mockingly playful, “I’m Tomura now? But you were so comfortable calling me shigaraki.” 

He places his drink can back on the desk and fully turns toward you. “I didn’t stutter. Get on the fucking bed.” 

You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you still had to try. Taking a shaky breath, you get onto the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. 

“On your hands and knees.” 

Your blood ran cold, and you tried once more, searching your brain for any sweet words that could placate him. Desperate to find something, anything he would like to hear from you, “please—“

He’s in front of you before you can blink, large hand grabbing your face and pressing your cheeks together, “I’m done playing these games with you,” you can smell the sugar from the drink on his breath as your breathing picks up, pricks of panic lacing your body.

Shigaraki crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your wet mouth. The taste of sweet energy drink was nauseating but you kissed back in fear of what he would do if he didn’t. You’ve exhausted all options and you knew, deep down that anything more would only make things worse. 

He pulls away, a trail of saliva following as he meets your eyes — and god, his smile. He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas and you regret every act of defiance you’ve made against him these past few weeks. 

“Cute.” Was the only word he gave before you were being manhandled onto your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air. 

“You know,” he muses, pressing his clothed erection to your panties, “I’m starting to think you want this. You want to see me angry so I can put you in your place.” 

He backs away to pull your underwear down in one swift movement, making you reach back to attempt to cover yourself. This only irritates him more as he grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back. The angle is as painful as it is uncomfortable. 

You hear him shuffling around behind you, no doubt one free hand of his own making things more difficult — and you take small pleasure in that. It’s short lived though as he seems to find what he’s looking for and you brace yourself for the inevitable. 

There’s the pop of a cap and then smooth cold liquid dripping down your backside and over your hole that makes you shiver. You feel frozen as the liquid trails lower and lower until it’s past the heat of your cunt. 

All it takes is the press of a finger to get you putting up a fight once more. there was no way he was really doing this. He’s never tried this. 

“I shouldn’t even prep you, honestly,” he mutters and you wince as one of his digits slowly push past the ring of muscle. “You’ve been so defiant. You really need to learn some manners.” 

The tears streaming from your eyes are making the pillow below you damp and cold, but you can only sniff in response. “Tomura, please—“

“Please what?” He sinks the finger deeper and you can’t hold back your yelp of pain. 

You shake your head as much as you can, “please stop! It hurts..” 

He pulls out suddenly and you think he’s actually going to listen — that he’s actually done torturing you until-

A hand swings down and slaps your ass, making you cry out. He imitates a buzzer sound before gripping the fat of your bottom, “wrong answer!” 

You thrash more as panic wells up inside when you feel the prodding of two fingers instead of one against your hole. “You know, this is supposed to be your punishment,” both won’t fit and he resorts to only letting one finger penetrate, his other hand massaging the cheek of your behind. “But I’m afraid you may like this too much.”

He is delusional. Shigaraki is the one that’s having the time of his life watching you suffer and writhe. You try to pull forward and away but the hand that was massaging your ass is now grabbing your hip and holding you in place. Your cry is loud as you feel the pressure of another finger join the first and shigaraki wastes no time pumping the digits in and out of your hole. 

You think your crying and begging falls on deaf ears — forcing you to accept the inevitable and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere else but here. You could be dropped off in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a summer heatwave and it would still be miles better than this hellhole. 

Just when you’re about to surrender to your fate and stop fighting it, shigaraki speaks again, “Since I’m so kind and understanding, I’ll give you a choice.” it’s like he sensed you were on the verge of checking out. That would just be too easy. “Which hole do you want me in? Hm? Tell me.” 

He’s gripping your hip tighter and you know there will be bruises formed but your mind could  only focus on this awful option. 

You don’t want him in either. The idea of having to tell him which way to violate you only made you nauseous. But you knew that you had to make a choice because it was always worse when he made one for you. 

“M-my..” you feel sick, swallowing your shame and squeezing your eyes shut as you continue, “I want you in my.. pussy.” 

You could practically hear the smile in Shigaraki's voice, “yeah? Beg for it.” 

He wanted to humiliate you, this was the real punishment. To build you up, give you a false sense of security only to break you down even more. He was sick. 

But you were sicker because you did exactly as you were told. 

“Tomura, please. Please fuck me.” You turned your head, as if you could hide your shame into the pillow below you, “I need you.” 

“Atta girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out and you sigh in relief, nerves calming and shoulders relaxing. You almost melt into the sheets until you feel the pressure of shigaraki’s erection against your cunt. The lube is there and making things wetter than usual but the squeeze will still be uncomfortable. 

You look back, worry lacing your features, “wait, Tomura—“ but you don’t have a chance to finish, he pushes into you, girth stretching you and making your toes curl in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort. 

Shigaraki lets out a sigh of relief, rocking his hips at a steady pace before leaning over you. “Fuck, that’s good.” The hand gripping your hip moves to cup your breast, tweaking the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. 

This was familiar, this was easy. It was not uncharted territory and it was something you could convince yourself was okay. Normal, even.

“Mine, mine, you’re all mine” he babbles into your ear and you don’t turn away, terrified he’ll go back on his words if you do. 

His pace is picking up and you find yourself getting lost in the motions. His body rocking against yours as he changes the angle and oh—

He hits the spot inside and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out. It’s sensitive and it makes your back arch with every deep stroke. 

“Fuckin’ slut, I knew you’d like this.” He mutters, circling his thumb around your unoccupied hole, the lube making it slide with ease, before pressing into the tightness. The pain is dull and the pressure of being filled so much almost sends you over, dragging a whine from the back of your throat. 

The bed shakes from the force of Shigaraki’s thrusts and you feel heat pool in your lower abdomen. You were so close and you hated it. Hated him. But when you felt his warm hand move from your breast, down your stomach until it was splayed out over your cunt — pinkie finger lifted and middle finger brushing your clit with every thrust. 

You were beginning to feel dizzy with pleasure and your head fell onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets below to anchor yourself as you got lost in the feelings. It was overwhelming and you couldn’t bite back your cries and Shigaraki’s thrusts became erratic, he was close too. 

All it took was one more thrust to sweep you over the edge, eyes rolling back as your thighs shook — orgasm claiming you.

“Oh, fuck.” Shigaraki breathed, stilling as his own waves of pleasure overcame him. You barely registered the pulse of his cock as he came deep inside of you. 

You both try to catch your breath, time seeming to still as you panted. Shigaraki was the first to move, you felt him pull out and pause — no doubt watching his cum drip from your cunt — before taking his place next to you on the bed. 

The quiet of the room is deafening and your eyelids feel heavy. You’re as still as a mouse, not wanting to stir and risk him starting up again, but his eyes are already closed. You almost think he’s asleep before he speaks again. 

“Next time,” he starts, stretching before sitting up, “I won’t be so kind. So you should clean up your nasty attitude.”

You nod, dread weighing down your efforts. There wouldn’t be a next time, if you could help it. Regrettably, you tremble at the thought as you realize this is the exact lesson he was trying to teach you.

i'll have to do a drawing of that with mha x cult of the land !✨🤌

Omg yes !😂

Gives me Shigaraki vibes