Saw This And Immediately Thought Of Shigaraki And Mc In Play Nice

Who would win in a fight over you - Dabi or Tomura? And who would be better in bed?

Ooh! Ooh this is an interesting one!

Alright, so if Shigaraki and Dabi both catch feelings for you, you might as well put the High Noon soundtrack on repeat around the hideout because things are about to get a lot more hostile ‘round these parts. Much to everyone’s ire, they’re not exactly shy about this either. Those two don’t get along well on the best of days, so when they’re competing for something they both crave, things are going to get messy. 

But let’s start off slow, shall we?

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A new life for Tomura part3

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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Suggestions for kinks to write in the next parts are welcome :)

smut but like... someones a mermaid/man and the other is a lad who hangs out by the sea, and sees merperson stuck in a net or smth lad helps them out then they fuck on the beach

Bro your a fucking genius. Imma do shigaraki cause you didn't really specify who you wanted this for.

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Title: In The Waves

Tomura Shigaraki x Siren!F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, monster fucking, drowning, death, little angst

A/N: I know it isn’t exactly mermaid but i couldn’t process how it would work so i went for the siren approach. Please don’t be mad :,)

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You swam around the jagged rock that you and many other sirens called the ‘feeding grounds’. So many foolish fisherman, divers, and surfers have been victims to you and many other sirens as they went near the rock. Their bones littered the bottom of the rock. Some even with their scuba goggles on.

You always got your prey. No matter who they were. Your sickening sweet song has lured in even the toughest of sailors. You can still remember how they would jump off their ships and swim towards you in desperation, begging to hear more of your song before they were dragged down by the hiding sirens waiting for their next meal. Every single one got a full meal, their own human to devour.

You had been in this ocean for as long as you could remember. You had called the ocean your home from the moment you opened your eyes. Your parents had showed you the feeding grounds and taught you all you know. You really missed them.

Once you had turned 100 years old a big ship had came by the feeding grounds. You hid under the waves ready to grab your first catch and watch your parents do their magic only to hear the screeching of your fellow sirens. A older siren had grabbed you and swam quickly away from the rock. You were confused as you screeched out for your parents, trying to hear them call you back. 

You had tried to wiggle out of the older sirens arms but they held onto you tight before hiding under a underwater cave. The siren had let you go and you looked at them with an angry glare, wondering why they took you away.

“Where are my parents? When are they coming here?” Before you could say anything else, the other siren had placed it’s clawed hand on your cheek before stroking it in a soothing yet comforting manner.

“Im so sorry little one, but, they won’t be coming.” You looked at them confused. What did they mean? Of course they were coming back.

“What are you talking about?” More older sirens had surrounded you and the other siren, looking at you with pity and remorse.

“What’s going on? Where’s my mommy and daddy?” You began to cry as you wanted to know what was going on and why everyone was surrounding you.

“The humans took them away. We tried our hardest to get them out but it was no use.” Your eyes widened. No one came back from the humans and lived to tell the tale. Once they got you, you knew you were never coming back.

“They’re gone?” You hiccuped before grabbing the siren before you and put them into a crushing hug.

“Don’t worry little one, we’ll take care of you.” The other sirens agreed and from then on it felt like time had flown by until you had become of age to become the next leader of the pod.

You had learned later on what really happened that fateful day. Apparently what really happened was far more gory than what the little you was told. They had told you that the humans had simply caught your parents. You really wish that was what happened. In reality, the humans had just tried testing out their new harpoon guns and it just happened that one of them misfired and stabbed your father. Your mother held him and tried to run away, hoping to get help only to be pulled back forcefully and lifted up into the boat. The sirens that stayed to try and help heard your mother screech in anger before a loud gunshot was heard and the screeching stopped quickly.

Ever since you learned what truly happened to your parents, the hatred for humans was so strong that every time you saw one you wouldn’t hesitate to take them into the deep and watch as they drowned before your eyes. Feasting on their bones gave you a sense of revenge. A sort of vengeance that only someone could feel if they lost someone important.

You did this for centuries, feeding your pod to the best of your abilities and protecting them with your life. You didn’t want another life lost to those ignorant humans. Sure you may have eaten many but they’ve deserved it after everything they’ve done to your home and your parents. 

You hated them for years and always have. 

But this one. This one specifically pissed you off.

He’d always show up near the ocean, going to the farthest end of the dock. Taking of those red shoes before dipping his toes in the water. Same time every weekend Saturday at midnight where everything was silent. You’d think it would be the perfect time to grab that asshole and drag him down to the farthest end of the ocean. But no, every time you tried to grab him he seemed to pull up his feet and walk to a different part of the dock. You always knew it was him coming because of those crimson red eyes and medium length baby blue hair. If he wasn’t a human, you would have considered him to be a possible mate, of course there was a way to convert him to a siren, but the thought sickened you.

You hated this asshole with a fiery passion that you just couldn’t seem to let go.

~~~

“Going to see that human again huh (Y/N)?” A female siren in your pod elbowed you in the ribs before moving her eyebrows up and down. This little cat and mouse game you had going on with the red eyed human had spread throughout the pod and now everyone was making fun of you, telling you to just convert him already so you could do the deed. Well if you were to convert him he probably wouldn’t handle the sex considering sirens mate extremely rough.

“Yeah, so what if I am?” 

“Just fuck him already jeez.” She laughed at you before patting you on the back and swam away to go into the hideout.

You rolled your eyes before swimming towards the god awful dock. And of course that asshole was already there. You scoffed before swimming the lowest you could go and hiding under the dock. You could hear him walking along the dock before plopping down at the very and and putting his shoes off to the side.

This was your chance to finally catch him by surprise!

you quickly but silently swam over to him, you reached out to grab his feet before two hands caught yours and yanked you up to the dock. his pinkies never touching your skin. In your state of shock and fear of being caught you reverted into your human form. Sirens had used this for decades to hide what they truly were from humans, making them think that you guys needed help. This form was only really used after the death of your parents. You weren’t complaining cause you got twice the amount of humans coming to your song than you ever had. You could only keep the human form for about 20 minutes above water but if you were below water it was free range. Even if that meant you were naked. Since you were sirens you never really gave a shit about stuff like that but you should have really thought ahead in this case cause you’ve heard the stories of what humans think about naked people in general. But this wasn’t the time to think about that.

“Care to tell me what you were doing trying to grab my feet weirdo? And why your naked?” The man with red eyes looked at you with an annoyed look on his face. You gave him credit for not trying to look at your exposed body but you really didn’t care. But this was the first time you saw his face up close now that you think about it, and you couldn’t help but look at all the detail that you couldn’t see from afar. Like the little mole near his lip.

“Care to let me go asshole?”

“Not until you tell me why you tried to grab my feet so many times. Seriously do you just hide under docks to grab peoples feet?” You quickly realized that he knew you were under the deck this whole time? You were the stealthiest in your whole pod! How in the world did he know you were there?

“How long did you know I was under the dock?”

“I wouldn’t have noticed if you wouldn’t have peeked your head up from the water one time i was heading home. From then on I wondered how long you were gonna keep this going.” Oh god damnit you remember that night. You had a feeling he saw you but brushed it off cause it was extremely dark out.

“Are you serious right now? And yet this was the first time you decided to confront me about it?” Your voice held an annoyed tone.

“Well yeah, I had to let you think you were in clear waters before i caught you.”

“You have no idea how much I want to tear you into shreds.”

“Wow it’s always the hybrids that have the snarkiest tones.”

“What the fuck is a hybrid?” He gave you a look of shock and you sent one right back.

“What do you mean you don’t know what a hybrid is? Your obviously one! I’ve seen that tail of yours. It’s the first time I’ve seen a hybrid being able to change their form.” Fuck you were in deeper shit than you thought.

“Answer my question what is a hybrid?!” You yell at him while he still held your hands. half your body sticking out of the water while your pelvis and below was still in the water.

“...Do you know what a quirk is?” Okay now this asshole just has to be fucking with you.

“Okay seriously what is with all this shit your making up? Hybrids? Quirks? Are you on some sort of drug?” You looked at him like he was the stupidest man on earth.

“Okay now your testing my patience.” 

“Okay and your testing mine. I don’t know what a hybrid is and I don’t know what a quirk is.” He rolled his eyes before looking at you.

“Bring me something and I’ll show you what MY quirk is.” He quickly let you go and you really contemplated on just swimming away but your curiosity got the better of you as you grabbed a lost fishing lure before going to the surface once again.

“You were under for a long time. I’ll ask about that later but give it to me.” You swam over to him before giving him the said lure. He then touched it with all his fingers and the thing slowly turned into dust, leaving some ash on his pants. You couldn’t help this new found interest in the man and dived deep down to grab more things he could do that with. Maybe that’s why he didn’t place his pinkies down on your skin?

Once you came back up to the surface, you pulled yourself up to the dock and dropped everything near him.

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“Do it again. It’s the first time I’ve seen a human do such a thing.”

“What do you mean human?” Your eyes went wide before you jumped into the water once more, swimming far away from him until you couldn’t see the dock anymore.

Shigaraki just sat there, thinking to himself. You were so strange. how could you not know what a hybrid and quirk was? And why did you look at his quirk like it was the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen. But most importantly, why did you refer to him as a human, surely you couldn’t have been so stupid to not know you were one yourself and why did you swim off when he called you out on it? You looked like you had said such a forbidden word. He couldn’t help but be curious about you. Maybe he could come here a little more often.

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You were so annoyed with yourself.How could you have let your guard down and been so stupid?! You just risked your pod and everything! Now even if you were silently interested in the man, you’d have to kill him. You could convert him sure but the process was long and painful. Plus he seemed to like his life as a pathetic human.

What were you doing?!

Don’t sympathize with such a creature! God you needed to get your act together and get you head out of the gutter. 

After that day you decided to move your pod a little bit deeper into the ocean just to make sure no human could dive down with regular air. If they were to use the top notch stuff then they were free range. You highly doubt humans would even come near here anyways cause it was a complete drop off and the cave was a hole in the cliff of the drop off.

You haven’t visited the dock for a few weeks in fear the man brought other humans. Even if you would never admit you, you did kinda miss him and his crimson red eyes. They reminded you of the blood of the humans you killed as edgy as that seems.

But after about three months of not visiting the dock you decided to swim over in the dark of midnight on another fateful Saturday, but this time you hide behind a couple of rocks. To your surprise he did come back and did the same routine. Took off his shoes and put his bare feet over the edge of the dock, but this time he seemed to be looking for you. You felt this urge, this tugging feeling to go over to him, to talk to him. So you did. Well tried to.

As soon as you went to swim you realized that your tail had been caught tangled in a lost fishing net. Must have gotten untied from where ever it came from and landed near the rocks, You go to untangle your tail from that wretched thing but you soon realized that it was more tangled that you originally thought. You tried to cut the net but soon came to the horrible realization that this net wasn’t rope.

It was a metal one. 

You started to flip out and tried to change into your human form, thinking it would be easier to get loose that way. Once you did, the metal ‘rope’ started to dig deeper into your skin, causing scratches and blood to come out. In pain you switched back, it wasn’t much better but you didn’t want to revert again in fear you might waste your energy.

You started panicking as your mind ran through scenarios of what could happen. What if a human saw you and killed you? Or tortured you until you took them to your pod. Of course you would rather die than do that but the thought was still running through your mind. 

You brought your head up to the surface and turned to face the man, still sitting at the end of the dock. Swallowing your pride you yelled out for him.

“Hey! Over here!” The man turned his head to see you waving your arms near a hunk of rocks. He quickly put on his shoes and ran across the shower to your location. Unfortunately for him, it was a bit away from shore, meaning he had to swim to get there, he let out an annoyed sigh before talking off his shoes once again and getting into the water. 

Once he got to your location is when he noticed the large abandoned fishing net. He looked into your eyes and saw the pure fear and panic that ran through them. realizing what was going on her quickly swam to the net before grabbing it underwater and touching it with all 5 fingers. The net quickly disintegrated and you were free from that horrific experience. 

Tomura got onto one of the flattest rocks he could find and the less slippery one. His wet hair clingy to his face as he looked at you from behind you.

You swam near him. Your tail clearly showing itself from the water as you looked at him, his clothes clingy to his body. He seemed so skinny for a human that you wondered if he even ate at all.

“Thank you, im sorry for not showing up for three months.” You hop onto the rock with him, changing into your human form just for awhile. He let out a chuckle.

“Your not human are you.”

“Take a guess.” You laughed back. You both began laughing before an actual conversation started between you two. You told him what you truly were, you didn’t say everything cause you were still afraid and always put your pods safety first. In return for you telling him what you truly were, he told you all about those quirks and hybrids he was talking about. Seems like you weren’t in the times with the humans anymore.

“Oh so that’s why you were able to do that. You must be pretty popular with such a quirk like that.” He grew silent. Shit you must have hit a nerve.

“Well you seem to be the only one that thinks so. I’m considered a villain in the human world.” You looked at him in shock. How could such a extremely useful quirk be considered evil? If he were in your pod, he could be such a great protector and extremely useful. He could disintegrate large rocks and help anyone if they were caught in a net like you just were.

“Humans are stupid. No offense, but from ones I’ve encountered. They’re usually extremely selfish and only care about killing everything beautiful and are so quick to judge.” You look at him and he looks back at you like you had just said something that captivated him.

“We think the same! We both think that humans and hero’s are whats wrong with this world!” His red eyes seemed to light up and a smile spread across his face.

“Well I usually eat them but yes, I agree that normally ever human I see i kill with no thought.” You laugh before you felt your back being pressed against the rock you sat on with Shigaraki hovering on top of you.

“Uh hey-.” Before you could say anything you felt his chapped lips press against yours. You’ve kissed a few humans before just to kind of fuck with them before they die but it was very obviously this mans first kiss.

And you realized you didn’t even know the mans name.

You tried to pull away from the kiss but he kept trying to steal away your words. You didn’t know what to do so you just went along with it, trying to at least teach him how to kiss normally and not like a starved man who hasn’t had water in weeks.

You grabbed his cheeks gently and slowly kissed him back. Your clawed fingers lightly scratching his temples and head. His wet hair clung to your fingers while his were placed on each side of your head. He would let out little groans when ever you would lightly you would tug on his lip with your sharp teeth.

His kisses went from your lips slowly to your jawline then your neck. He peppered kisses before sucking on a few spots. You let out little gasps before smirking and leaning to whisper in his ear.

“If this is going where I think it is, I’m warning you that we sirens like it rough, most humans can’t handle it and die before we’re finished.” He laughed at you before bucking his hips into yours and responding to you in a similar tone.

“I think I can handle a few scratches.”

“If you say so.” You wrap your legs around his waist before pulling him down so you two were fully touching chest to chest. You smirked at him before leaning into his neck and giving it a long lick before opening your mouth and clamping down on his shoulder, letting your teeth dig deep into his shoulder.

“Fuck!” You felt one of his hands dig into your bare rib-cage, his trimmed down nails dragging down. He went back to kissing your lips, every once and awhile sneaking glances at your bare chest. 

He let your lips go before licking a path down your chest until he reached your exposed breasts. He took one in his mouth and started sucking harshly. His arms wrapping around your body, caging you to keep you from moving while he sucked on your breasts before tugging on them with his teeth. He once he sucked one raw he would move onto the next one, trying to encourage more moans out of your mouth. 

You placed your clawed hands along his back and every time he gave your breast a harsh tug you would dig your deep into his back, deep enough to bleed. You moved one of your hands to his hair, lifting his head of your breast. Saliva connecting his lips to your nipple before You started to kiss him again, this time you used your claws to tear up his shirt until it was nothing but pieces of cloth. his pants soon suffered the same fate as he was soon only left in his boxers.

“You know, I never caught your name.” You say before kissing him again smiling.

“Tomura.”

“Such a cute name.” You dragged Your fingers towards his boxers before the familiar rip of clothing hit both of your ears as now he was as naked as you. You wrapped you legs tighter against his pelvis as you felt him try to line up with your pussy. While male sirens could only mate during the full moon, humans could do it whenever they please. 

You felt the head of his cock slowly push its way inside you as you heard him hiss. You used your legs to pull him closer, causing him to be fully inside you. It wasn’t your first rodeo when it came to sex but it seems like the man above you had never even done the deed.

“Something wrong Tomura?” You smirk at him. You loved the face he was making. It was so pretty seeing this asshole come undone above you. He was so lost in the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock that he lost his train of thought. It wasn’t until you bucked your hips that he was pulled out of his trance.

“Come on Tomura, don’t tell me you can’t handle it?” You laughed at him but were quickly silent when he pulled back and slammed into you, causing you to gasp for breath.

“I can handle anything slut.” You smiled before kissing him once again as you dug your clawed nails into his bare back. Your nails scratched all the way up his back even deeper than before. Blood started to drip off his back and coat your hands. The bite mark slowly dripping blood as well.

He soon found a rhythm as his hips smacked against yours. The feeling of the tip of his cock hitting that certain spot made you bite your lips and arch your back closer to the man above you. You nails made there way to his shoulder blades as you drag them down to his biceps.

“Fuck...your so tight ahh.” You felt him start to stutter in his strokes. You were about to make fun of him about coming early but you were quickly shut up when he delivered a specific harsh thrust to your g-spot. Once he saw your reaction to it he began to pound that certain spot until your knees where shaking.

“Shit Tomura.” After a few more harsh thrusts against your g-spot he let out a groan before cumming inside you with your following soon after.

He fell onto your chest as he wrapped his arms around your torso before putting his head between your shoulders, letting out pants and trying to gasp for air.

You didn’t know what to feel. You were so caught into the moment that you didn’t think about what were to happen after the deed was finished. Sirens mate usually mate much rougher but you were afraid of killing him mid-sex. and in doing so, led to the problem you had before you now.

What should you do?

You tried to bring yourself to kill him. To drag him down beneath the waves and watch the life fade from those beautiful crimson eyes but you couldn’t. No matter how hard your hatred for humans were this one was different. You liked this one.

You didn’t want to turn him into a siren against his will cause what if he had a family and he’d hate you forever? Sure you’ve seen many sirens do the same trick and their newly converted siren mates be mad at them but after the 5th year of being a siren they usually just gave up in fighting back once realizing there was no way to return to human.

You wanted to enjoy time with him, not just met up every Saturday for a fling. You wanted to have someone to be with your always. The conflict was so strong in your head that you didn’t even know what to do. It was eating you up inside. It wasn’t until what he said next that you made your choice.

“I should probably head off...sorry. I don’t want anyone seeing me butt ass naked trying to walk home-”

“NO!” You wrap your arms around his torso before zipping into the water. He didn’t even get a chance to breathe air before getting dragged down into the depths.

“I can’t let you leave me like that. I’m sorry please don’t hate me.” You said to him as you dragged him deeper and deeper into the waves. You could feel and hear him struggling to get free but you couldn’t let him go.

After all, he could still be a siren and destroy the world right? He’d love you in time.

3 ships:honestly i don't have many ships...😅

First ever ship: katara x aang (spoil : j'avais raison)

Last song: stuck in a room

Last movie: Rocky III ✨

Currently reading : scorpi ceux qui marchent dans les ombres.

currently watching : walking dead

Currently eating : a Fo

Currently craving: Tomura...as always. I swear i'm affectly dépendant on him

I don't know who to tag 😭

thank you for the tag, Robyn <3 @robynnnhooddd the original post was getting pretty long so I'll answer here lol.

Answer the questions and then tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better 💖

3 ships: me x satoru uuuuuhhhhh kiamei, yuzugiri, & kyohru

First ever ship: probably aerith and cloud from ff7 🥲

Last song: emiya's theme from the fate/stay night ost lol

Last movie: honestly no idea! I almost never watch movies anymore:,(

Currently reading: re-reading hells paradise!! if you haven't read it please check it out! It's such a good manga (also it's finished! 👀)

Currently watching: jujutsu kaisen (help)

Currently eating: nothing

Currently craving: nanaimo bar :(

Tagging: @im-rlly-tired @meiissblog @lvrm @roseragvndr @shiggysimp69 @ckmilita @black-nirvanna @cactosaurio @casanime only if u want to tho, otherwise feel free to ignore lol 💖

if I didn't tag you but u want to participate go ahead and just say I tagged you 😎😎

Yea same..

You guys have no idea how much I miss Tomura. I have cried so much, and it hurts my heart so fucking bad. He deserved the world.

Can you do saison one shigaraki x youtuber reader ? A smut pls with a yandere shigaraki

Being a youtuber was fun! You got to play games, review new games and meet new people! Normal people right? Youtube was fun at first until you got emails and messages. They started off normal 

“Can you review Mario.”

And they got worse and worse

“The park you live by is nice…”

“Do you always order milk tea and macarons at Sakons cafe?”

“You slept till 2:00 pm! You're so cute when you sleep.”

“I saw you at Moki Mall today, you wore a pretty skirt and purple panties! You're so cute y/n…”

You knew whoever it was had your address, that's how they were sending you gifts. They always came with notes. You remembered everyone

A pack of cookies

“To y/n I tried baking you cookies but I ended up burning them so hopefully these will make up for it.”

A necklace

“I hope you enjoy this. I wish my hand was around your neck instead.”

Panties.

“I think these would look cute on you.”

Sex toys.

“I hope these make you feel as good as Icould make you feel.”

No matter how many times you moved he found you. 

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“Well everyone thank you for watching this youtube video I'll see you next time!”

That's when it happens as soon as you end the video you feel someone wrap their hand around your throat.

“Scream and I'll kill you.”

Shigraki said, chuckling.  

“I'm so happy to see you Y/n, we're finally meeting in person!”

You could feel yourself shake.

“Don't tremble, you might make my index finger slip.”

You attempted to keep yourself from shaking. Shigaraki began to explore your room pulling you along using his hand as some sick collar. He led you over to your bed.

“Sit N/n.”

You slowly sat down. He happily looked down at you.

“P-please let me go, I won't tell-”

“This is almost like a game! The main character goes through all the levels to save his princess!”

He said giggling 

“And now finally, I'm here at the last stage, where I get my big reward…”

His red eyes gazed at you. Did he think this was all a game? That you were a prize? His princess? 

“Well princess you're finally in front of me!”

He placed his hand on your cheek, turning your face to look at him. He gently kneeled so his face was inches away from your face. He softly kissed your lips. As anyone would do, you pulled away. 

“That's not fair! I went through all these levels for you! Just let me make you feel good!”

Tomura pushed you back onto your bed, placing himself between your legs. He quickly placed his lips on your neck. He held your wrists  and pulled away. 

“Don't struggle, I would hate to kill you!”

“I'll do what you want, just dont kill me…!”

Shigaraki seemed happy with that response pulling away from you for a second.

“I wanna taste you…”

“I-i'll let you!”

Tomura smiled quickly, placing his face between your legs. Yu allowed Tomura to decay your panties. 

“It's so pretty…”

You attempted to look away from him. He placed a soft kiss on your clit and began licking your pussy.  He was sloppy with his tongue yet all he wanted to do was explore the “bonus” level he'd unlocked. You placed your hand over your mouth attempting to silence your small moans. It wasn't long before you came. Your body did it against your will. 

Tomura allowed your liquids to flow down his throat. It was sour and bitter yet he savored every drop. He slowly pulled away.

“I let you do what you wanted… You'll leave now?”

He smiled.

“Were not done just yet, princess.”

just 🤌❤️

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.

We got 2 different Tomuras today

Radio Silence - a Shigaraki x Reader oneshot

For the last year, your best friend has been somebody you've never met. When Tenko suddenly stops answering your messages, you don't know what to do. Canon, reader has self-esteem issues, 2.1k.

You’ve been avoiding your phone for what feels like days, but you know it’s been hours, or less. You hid it under a pile of clean clothes in your closet so you wouldn’t check it every five seconds. You muted all your alert sounds, except one. You gave yourself a long list of other things to do, hoping the tasks would distract you. But your mind always wanders, somehow, and it always wanders right back to what’s not happening. Every day for the last year you’ve been able to count on at least a message or two – and usually more – from a person you’ve never met face to face. And for the last three days, you haven’t heard from him once.

Tenko keeps weird hours. You know that. You know he goes dark for half the day or more at a time, and the one time you asked if he was okay, he went off on you for fifteen messages in a row. At first you thought it was because you’d gotten too familiar, made a conversation struck up in a Discord server into more than it was, but a week of shallow conversation later, you got a way-too-pissed message asking why you never asked how he was doing anymore. Tenko’s the king of mixed signals. You know that, too.

And at the same time, you know from the details he’s shared that he’s as far from okay as it’s possible to be. He’s sick a lot. He gets hurt a lot, and he won’t tell you how. Sometimes the anger pouring out of his messages scares you a little. And sometimes it’s validating, because you’re not okay, either. You’re angry, too. Sometimes the only thing that makes you feel better is knowing that you’re not alone in feeling that way.

You have been alone, though. The last three days, you’ve had nobody to talk to, and you’re angry at him for leaving you in the dark, for not just telling you that he was done with you. If he’d told you that, you could have gotten angry back, and maybe gotten a reason why he didn’t want to talk to you anymore. Instead you’re sitting here wondering what you did. Worrying that something happened to him. And then reminding yourself that nothing needs to happen to someone for them to want you gone. Everybody does, eventually. You aren’t worth sticking around for.

You knew that. You expected it. You just didn’t expect it to hurt this much.

You can’t avoid your phone forever. Eventually you need it for something, so you dig it out, and you switch on all the alert sounds again. You’ve been through this before, and no matter how much it hurts that the person you’re closest to has ghosted you, the world’s not going to stop so you can collapse in a miserable, self-loathing heap. Life keeps moving, even when you don’t want to be part of it. You have enough shame left to prefer walking rather than being dragged along.

The days begin to add up, and you try to force Tenko out of your mind. It’s hard to do, because you used to tell him everything. You stop taking pictures of things, because you know there’s no one to send them to any longer, and every time you open up your messaging app, you see the last message you sent him, hovering like a bad dream at the top of the list. It seemed innocuous when you sent it, but when you look at it now, all you can think about is how stupid it is. No wonder he stopped talking to you. You’re useless.

Your quirk is boring. Most people’s quirks are, but you’re also lazy, so you didn’t try hard enough in school to make up for being useless that way, and you’re not pretty, either – not that it matters, he’s never seen what you look like – so there’s nothing redeemable about you. Maybe he made better friends. You were probably only a placeholder for him. You just wish he’d had the grace to tell you that ahead of time.

A week becomes two weeks. A month. A little more than that, and although other messages have pushed your thread with Tenko out of sight, he’s still on your mind. You haven’t blocked him yet, even though you should. One night after work, you sit down with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass, swearing you’ll drink until you work up the courage. But before you work up the courage to do that, you work up the courage for something else. There was a while where Tenko was sending you voice memos instead of messages, because he’d gotten hurt and he couldn’t type. You’ve heard his voice, but he’s never heard yours. You’re going to make him listen to it. At least once.

You press the voice call button and listen to it ring three times before it abruptly disconnects. Screw him. You call back again, and this time, it rings all the way through and invites you to leave a message. Yeah, you’ll leave a message. Your message to Tenko is “fuck you”.

But when the voicemail starts to record, the words come to a hard stop in your throat. “Hi,” you start. “It’s – um –”

You forget your own name, like a clown. You didn’t think you were that drunk. “It’s me,” you say finally. The call log will show your name. He’ll know who it is. “I haven’t heard from you in, like, a month and a half, and I miss talking to you. I really miss it. And maybe I talked to you too much, or something, and that’s why you left.”

Your throat starts to close. “I know it might not be that you left, but it’s easier for me to think that than to think that something bad happened to you. I don’t want something bad to have happened to you. So it makes more sense that it’s my fault. I wish you had told me what I did, so I could fix it for the next person I talk to. If there’s a next person. I’m running out of lives on this friendship thing. Or whatever this was. Sometimes I thought –”

Sometimes you thought what? Even drunk and teary and pathetic, you can’t get the words out of your mouth. It’s too embarrassing. The only thing worse than wanting something is getting caught doing it, especially something that you should have known better than to think you’d get. “It doesn’t matter,” you say instead, and then you sniffle audibly, because your nose is running. Gross. “Anyway. You’re probably not even going to listen to this when you get it, and that’s fine. I wanted to let you have it about what a dick you are for ghosting me, but I couldn’t even do that. I guess I just – I don’t know. I hope nothing bad happened to you and you’re just done with me. I hope it’s nice, wherever you are.”

That’s a good sentiment to end things on. But of course you have to fuck it up, because you’re you. “I really miss you,” you say, and you know the voicemail recording is going to capture exactly how choked up you are. “I wish you had just told me, Tenko –”

The answering machine cuts off. You’ve been babbling so long that you ran out of tape, and somehow that’s the thing that makes it all too difficult to bear. You burst into big, stupid tears, your face in your hands, and instead of drinking more or lying down or doing anything that makes sense, you put your down on the table next to the vodka and shot glass and cry yourself to sleep, like you’re in high school all over again, learning a lesson you should have learned the first time. You’re never going to be someone’s first choice. You aren’t even worth a real goodbye.

When you wake up again, you’ve cried yourself out, and you’ve got a splitting headache to go with a mouth that tastes like vodka and death. You should also have a crick in your neck from sleeping on your kitchen table, but you’re not on the kitchen table. You’re not on the floor, either, or on your couch. Your head is on a pillow that’s a lot nicer than the pillows on your bed, and there’s a blanket pulled awkwardly over you. The air smells different, too. The mold-flavored air in your apartment is usually enough to send you sprinting to the bathroom when you wake up with a hangover, but this air is clean.

Are you even in your apartment anymore? You sit up slowly and get the answer – nope, absolutely not, because the room you’re in is a bedroom that’s bigger than your entire apartment. It’s probably the nicest room you’ve ever been in, if you’re being totally honest. Did someone kidnap you? Did you die? The latter feels way more plausible to you. You’re not interesting enough to kidnap. But if you’re dead, it feels kind of unfair to have a hangover on top of it.

“Finally,” a familiar voice says, from somewhere nearby. “I thought you were never going to snap out of it.”

You whip around fast enough to make yourself dizzy. The bed you’re sprawled out on is big enough that you could fit another bed between you and the person on the other side of it. The person over there is in a leg cast, with bandaged hands and bandages on his face. You couldn’t recognize his face even if you could see it. But you do recognize his voice. You can’t believe your ears. “Tenko?”

“Yeah,” Tenko says, like any of this is normal. “I was wondering if you were going to call.”

“If I was going to?” you manage.

“Yeah. You ghosted me.” Tenko looks at you. You didn’t have a clear picture in your head of what he looked like, but this definitely wasn’t it – white hair, red eyes, a face completely covered in bandages. “That was kind of shitty.”

“You didn’t answer my message for months,” you protest. “That’s what ghosting is. Not me not calling you after you didn’t message me back.”

“Whatever,” Tenko says. You know it’s him. It’s his voice. But you can’t get over everything else that’s weird about the situation – the way-too-opulent room, the fact that Tenko’s clearly been beat to shit, the fact that you fell asleep at the kitchen table and woke up here. Wherever here is. “If you called earlier I’d have come to get you earlier.”

He was waiting for you to talk to him? You’re tempted to look up ghosting on your phone and make him read the actual dictionary definition, but whoever brought you here left your phone behind. And there’s a bigger question you need answered. “Where am I?”

“This is headquarters.” Tenko shrugs, then winces. Is his arm in a sling, too? “For the League of Villains.”

You cough. “Or maybe it’s not the League anymore. They’re changing the name,” Tenko continues. The League of Villains? “Anyway, it’s a lot nicer than our last place. Makes your apartment look like a hole in the ground.”

“How do you know what my apartment looks like?”

“How do you think I knew where to get you?” Tenko gives you a weird look. “You’re here now. I’ll take you to meet everybody once you’re sober.”

He settles down on his side of the bed, grimacing as he tries to get comfortable. It looks like he’s ready to take a nap. He has to be joking. He just kidnapped you, or had you kidnapped, and he’s with the League of Villains. He thought you were ghosting him the whole time instead of him ghosting you, and instead of explaining anything at all, he’s going to take a nap. The anger you should have expressed on the phone call comes up. “Who are you, Tenko?”

“That’s not my name,” he says. “I couldn’t tell you my real one before. But I guess –”

He reaches over to a nightstand and picks something up, and your heart skips six or seven beats in a row. Not in the good way. The way where you’ve missed a step on the stairs and you’re not sure you can catch yourself before it’s too late. Your online friend settles the hand over his face and glances towards you. “Shigaraki Tomura,” he says, a crooked smile showing through the bandages. “Nice to finally meet you in person.”

He closes his eyes and falls asleep without removing the hand. You’ve spent the last month and a half tearing yourself up over being ghosted. It never occurred to you that there might be worse things. Depending on what happens when Shigaraki Tomura wakes up, this could all too easily be one of them.