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I loved the gamer girl series with shigaraki Will u possibly be making another part of it where things go down uk ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
Well I wasnât planning to make a third part (I hadnât even planned on a second part tbh) but I maaaaaay have just started working on smthin if yk what I mean ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°) ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°) ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
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Respect the sanctity of life. Black Lives Matter.Â
Links to Donate/Sign Petitions:
https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/Â (Note: I have not personally donated to or researched every organization on this list)
https://www.reclaimtheblock.org - Redistributes money from Minneapolis police department to the community.
https://www.blackvisionsmn.org/Â - Aims to develop black leadership in Minnesota through campaigningÂ
https://bailproject.org/Â -Â Assists with paying the bail necessary to free protesters
Further Readings:
Camden Riots (1969/1971)
Camden County Police Policy (2020)
Know your rights as a protester
âLetter from a Birmingham Jailâ
âThe Masterâs Tools Will Never Dismantle the Masterâs Houseâ
Tomura never thought it could feel like this. The gentlest of touch surrounded him in warmth, freeing his shoulders from the crushing weight of fear and uncertainty. He closes his eyes and breathes deep. Here, in your arms, heâs cradled, loved, understood.
Could I get more gamer girl reader and civilian!shigs? Like maybe reader is in need of more money and will do any requests (except sex) and shigs bids the highest? Make it as nasty as u want. Bonus if reader has to spit in his mouth. P.S. This is my first time requesting and i feel very dirty. :'(
Shigaraki x Reader: Everyone Has Their Price
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Sexual coercion/bribery, spit, no penetration
This is a sequel (kinda)! Read part 1 here if you want.
(This took way too long to come out Iâm so sorry. Also no need to feel dirty anon, I rly enjoyed writing this :))
You sat at your kitchen table, sheets of paper were strewn about, several covered with the same messy calculations, but no matter how many times you ran the numbers, the hard truth that bore into you from your expense sheet remained the same.
Iâm short.
Not the workable kind of short either. Not the kind where you could skip a few meals or pick up an extra shift and be okay. This was bad.
You really should have seen this coming. Earlier in the month you had fallen ill with the flu for about a week, and even though your boss hadnât chosen to fire you, despite the fact that you had used up all your sick days, he wouldnât pay you for any more time off.
Your eyes drifted to your PC setup crammed in the corner of your tiny apartment. There had been a time, no more than a few months ago really, though it felt like much longer, when you would stream video games to make a little extra cash. By which, of course, meant that you got your tits out on camera for a bunch of horny men. And while you still did it on occasion, you had been distancing yourself from that community since a real life run-in with a fan went a little too far. You wished you had done more streams this month though, because if you had then maybe you would have made enough money to scrape by until your next payday.
Another option was begging for money on streamâyou knew your audience well enough to know that if you offered something more sexual, whatever that may be, they would throw as much money as you asked for at youâthough you refused to do such things on a public platform. What if your boss saw you? Or one of your coworkers? You wouldnât be able to bear the shame.
And then you had an idea. It was a terrible idea, but it was all you had.
Maybe, you thought, just maybe I can do something in a way where only one person has to find out.
You opened your phone and started looking for a few-months-old e-mail.
A while back, you had been contacted by a man named Tomura Shigaraki, who had discreetly purchased some bath water off of you for a large sum of money. It hadnât been your proudest moment, but you had to do it to make rent. This situation was bigger than that though. You had only needed a few hundred dollars then, but now it was well over a thousand.
You still had hope though. Maybe he wouldnât pay that much for a jug of water, but if you did something with him, let him do something with you, why not? He was obsessed with you, and seemed to have a large disposable income, so why not?
And heâs the only one who has to know.
You found his e-mail and started typing up a new draft.
Hey, so, Iâm a bit short on cash again this month. If you have the money, maybe we could sort out another deal. How much would you offer if I let you do whatever you want to me. Except sex, obviously.
(Y/N)
A reply was in your inbox moments after you hit send.
20k
Oh boy, that was a lot. You had expected him to offer a few hundred and needing to negotiate up from there.
How much money does this guy have?
You didnât bother to think on that question; it didnât matter. All that mattered was that soon twenty thousand dollars of it would be yours.
The two of you had decided to meet at a hotel (a high-end one at that, on Shigarakiâs dime of course) from 9 to 10 at night, during which time heâd be able to do whatever he wanted. The logic was that if he tried to pull something sleazy then you would have other people in the rooms all around to run to. As you stood outside the room where he was already waiting for you, you became less and less sure of that line of reasoning.
What if he deadbolts the door, or pins me down? I donât know what this guy is capable of! What if he brought handcuffs or rope and makes it so I canât run before...
Even though you hadnât yet knocked, the door opened.
âI was waiting for you by the peephole. You could have knocked.â
The raspiness of his voice sent shivers down your spine.
âOh...â You laughed uncomfortably, trying to keep up a front of friendliness. âI was just, uh, preparing for my entrance! Wanted it to be, uh, sexy for you... yâknow.â
An almost inhumanly unsettling grin spread across his face.
âJust for me?â he said. âYouâre quite enthusiastic.â
âThatâs me...â You smiled awkwardly. âBut itâs kind of ruined now though. Do you want me to try again?â
You were looking for any reason to stall, for anything to shorten the amount of time you would need to spend with this creep. He wasnât having it.
âThatâs okay... I want to get to the good stuff.â
As every instinct told you to run far away while you still could, you slid your jacket off of your shoulders, gently laying it on an armchair when you couldnât find a hanger, and kicking your shoes off.
Remember the money. Remember the money.
Those words repeated over and over in your mind. If they didnât, youâd loose the will to stay.
Finally, you looked directly at the man who would have you in the palm of his hand for the next hour. His skin was just as dry as it had been when youâd briefly met in the ally, and possibly even worse. Maybe it was a condition. Bandages were wrapped around his pinky fingers on both hands, properly to keep from activating his quirk, which had disintegrated the container you had given him your bath water in.
It was probably for the best. You would hate to see what might happen if he used it on a person.
He moved towards you so quickly that you flinched, but when he reached you, he just wrapped his arms around you in a slightly uncomfortable embrace.
âYou still smell good,â he whispered in your ear.
Born with a quirk that made you smell like drywall and paint no matter how much soap or perfume you used, you would never had thought to call your scent anything close to âgoodâ, but to each their own.
Shigaraki pulled back just a little and lifted his right hand up, as if to show it off.
âI havenât washed this hand since I got your bath water on it,â he bragged, though you werenât quite sure how much that word could really be applied to this situation. âIf you try really hard, it still has your scent on it.â He shoved his hand into your face. âWanna try?â
Your head jerked to the side on instinct. âIâm actually alright, thanks.â
You found his hand in your face again, this time much more aggressively.
âSmell it!â he practically yelled, while keeping his voice down enough to not worry the people in the rooms next door.
âO-okay...â As you took a small sniff, you had to stifle a gag. It smelled like he hadnât washed his hands in years, let alone months. You couldnât find any of your scent in there, though it was probably best not to tell him that.
âSmells great,â you said, hoping not to give away your revulsion.
He grinned. âDoesnât it? Now just be quiet for the rest of the night, okay? I can hear you talk whenever I want on your stream. Tonight is all about your body.â
You just nodded since he told you not to talk.
âBy the way...â He reached into a pocket on the inside of the trench coat that he didnât bother to take off and pulled out an envelope, waving it in front of your face. âThis is your money.â It went back in his coat after only seconds of being out. âIf you want it be a good girl and let me have my way.â
You nodded again.
âLetâs get started then.â
He shoved you violently onto the bed and you had to stifle a whimper. While unsure of what exactly he considered to be âkeeping quietâ, you didnât want to risk it.
He mounted you and started feeling up your tits with equal parts hunger and curiosity, like heâd never felt a boob before.
Wouldnât surprise me.
Your ears were filled with the sound of Shigarakiâs heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear as he fondled you.
âThey looked good on camera, but they feel even better.â
It had taken your soul nearly needing to leave your body, but the time you had to spend with him eventually ran out. You had been groped, spanked, kissed with lips dry enough to feel as though they left cuts on your own, and had things done to you that you couldnât even imagine that a person could get sexual pleasure out of. But when you weakly rolled your head to look at the digital clock on the nightstand it read 9:55.
Five more minutes.
Shigaraki grabbed your chin and jerked your head to face him.
âHey (Y/N), sit up.â
You did as you were told.
The two of you sat on the bed. He kept your hands pinned as he kissed you with overwhelming greed, like he wanted to get as much of you as he could before the time was up.
âYou taste good too (Y/N),â he moaned. âAlmost as good as you smell. I want some more of that taste.â
Shigaraki ran his fingers across your face, lingering on the lips, which his thumb along. He was savouring you, soaking in as much of you as he could.
âAre you ready for your last command (Y/N)? Just do one more thing for me and the moneyâs yours.â
You nodded, barely finding the strength or will.
âSpit in my mouth.â
It was the first time that night you had hesitated on a command. You didnât want to swallow anything, but you had to. He waited, mouth opened just a little, head tilted slightly back.
Just this last thing, then I donât need to worry about expenses this month or next month. I can get a nice dress, or two, or more. Then I can eat at a fancy restaurant and forget that any of this happened.
You brought your mouth to his, but instead of kissing like you had been doing all night, you parted your lips and let a glob of your saliva fall slowly into his mouth.
He enjoyed it. You could almost swear that you saw him swishing it around in his mouth a little before he swallowed, satisfied.
It was almost enough to make you throw up.
Finally, the numbers on the clock changed to read 10:00. You were free.
Shigaraki separated himself from you and got out the envelope of cash, which you accepted with shaking hands.
Though you felt dirty and violated, you still carefully counted the bills and pretended not to notice the attentiveness with which Shigaraki was watching you. All the money was there. You mumbled an incoherent thanks and walked to the door. Just as you turned the handle Shigaraki said something, mostly to himself, that caught your attention.
âI wonder how much Iâd have to pay for real sex.â
It was calm. Rain gently pattered the windows and the aroma of whatever you were cooking filled your small apartment. You watched raindrops trickle down the windowpane in streams, veering off from one another then connecting again as they traveled past your sight. You sighed happily, and felt at peace with your situation. Turning the stove off, you cautiously lifted the pot from the burner and moved it to the side.
He would be home any second now.
The man many described as a brilliant hero with a charitable career ahead of him. Who would hold you in the safety of his arms and assure you everything he does is for your own good. The man who was ardor, understanding, and comfort personified.
You looked up at the clock and tapped your fingers on the counter expectantlyâ Any second.
âHey Babe!â
The familiar voice startled you, yet you turned to greet him with a smile. Always having a way of surprising you even if you anticipated his arrival; He was so gentle on his feet.
âKeigo!â
You practically ran into his arms and he held you close, enjoying your warmth. He purred into the embrace then laughed his hearty laugh.
âYou really missed me, huh?â
âMhmmâ
You hummed, burying your face in his chest.
Keigo smoothed your hair before pulling away.
âY'know,â He started, allowing you unbutton his damp jacket.
âIâve had a long day, (Y/N)â
You slid the fabric off your boyfriendâs shoulders and he stretched his great wings, motioning for you to follow him. You hurried behind like a trained puppy and joined him on the couch.
âWhatâs going on out there?â
You asked, looking up at him.
âI caught a lot of bad people today⊠And it makes me happy to know you always do as youâre told. Itâs dangerous out there, (Y/N)â
His gaze shifted from some unspecified spot in the corner of the room, to you; Small and cozy beside him. Keigoâs gloved hand moved up to cup your face, and you nuzzled, the glove leathery against your skin. He smiled, eyes like pools of glimmering honey.
The avian held your chin in place and leaned closer, making your heart flutter. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling his upper lip ghost over yours as fine, prickly hairs tickled your face. Keigo pressed his lips against yours momentarily before pulling away. Eyelashes fluttering open, your lips curled into a soft, placid smile; His kisses were always gentle.
âWe should go eat, I made dinner-â
Before you could get up from your seat, Keigo placed his hands on your shoulders, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. Your expression changed to one of confusion as he leaned back in. His grip tightened ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you still.
Iâm doing pretty good, all things considered. Sorry Iâve been so inactive these past couple days. On the bright side of this whole quarantine business, Iâm hoping to get tons of fics out to keep myself busy.
hello nashie, I rly enjoyed reading your fics (esp shigarakiâs gamer girl bath water) and it got me thinkin....whatâs something Dabi would act like a complete degenerate in front of the f!reader after they gave him something? So may i request a fic with that premise please? I appreciate uđ!
[ confusion about the original author of gamer girl bath water cleared up here! ]
credit to @0-feralscientist-0 for the fic that inspired the degen wave, and thanks to the anon who requested
You must have been having the worst night of your life to end up at a shitty bar like this. Surrounded by sleazy, sketchy people, in nothing but a mini dress; You must have been out of your mind too.
Maybe you werenât from this part of town, or you just needed somewhere to drown whatever feeling you had left in your cute, little head. Either way, you caught the attention of a man on the other side of the bar. He approached you and the other patrons noticed, scoffing.
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