i need more yandere shigaraki idc what you do with it just please give me more
tw: not proofread, yandere, stalking, noncon, somnophilia
Online boyfriend!Tomura who you began dating a year ago after befriending him through a video game.
You go about venting and yapping about the petty things he couldn’t care less about on voice calls. But he listens, jerking off to your voice as he mutes himself, spilling all over the screen when you realised he’s been quiet for some time now; repeatedly calling his name until he apologises with staggering breaths.
“S-Sorry, I got distracted.”
“Mmm, you’re always neglecting me!” you whine, not knowing his palms are sticky just because you. Isn’t this a sign of his love? Gosh, he had to bite his tongue to not tell you that.
He never gives you pictures of himself no matter how much you beg, but it’s a different case for you. He demands to have you send him photos when you’re out with your friends as proof—zooming in on the screen to make sure there’s no guys around. And if he catches one, he blows up your phone with “who the fuck is that?”, “you think you can cheat on me and get away with it?” and his tone turns venomous, fangs bared and ready to maul. Then, the guilt trips follows shortly after. Tomura is clever enough to turn the tables on you and make you apologise with your adorable voice messages spewing some shit like
“I’ll be careful next time! M’sorry, Tomura. I love you.”
God, you’re so fucking dumb and gullible. You don’t even realise your boyfriend is a wanted villain, and he’s been watching you in real life without your knowledge. You don’t realise the guy with his hoody up in the alley near your house is him, nor the person who follows the same route as you at night after you leave a cafe. How easy must it be for you to be snatched off by some weirdo. But you’re in good hands because your Tomura is always watching over you.
You ask him when’s the time you can finally meet, almost like you’re craving to see him and he always delays the date. He’s busy, it’s work, or it’s inconvenient. And you? Still the adorable dumb bimbo who whines and says
“alright, guess we’ll have to wait a lil longer.”
You tell him the things you want to do with him when you meet. You say you want to hold his hands—not knowing he’d be the last thing you feel before you crumble into nothingness, you want to wear his hoodie, the same ones he fucks his fist in thinking about his sweet little girlfriend, and you want to give him lots of kisses.
In turn, he imagines how soft you’d feel against him, how much cuter you could be if you’re in his clothes and the moans spilling from your lips he’d swallow as he fucks your cute little cunny.
Oh, Shigaraki Tomura is a villain through and through. Deceiving you into thinking he’s just some normal dude, and that you’re in a normal long distance-like relationship. He imagines the colour draining from your face when you somehow finds out his identity—he’s no mediocre fuck, nor a nice guy. He’s Shigaraki, fucking, Tomura.
Of course, villains never get their happy endings, do they? You had to call him one night, hesitant and all—and tell him you’re breaking up.
Hah—fuck. You? The only person he’d let into his heart, the only person who he wants to protect in this fucked-up world, the one who promised to always love him and stay by his side? His sweet sweet girl is actually abandoning him?
No. Fucking. Way.
You don’t even let him speak before you hang up, and block him on all platforms. You turn your accounts private so he can’t stalk you on his alts. You’re really testing him, huh? But it’s okay. He understands that couples fight—and this is just another silly argument blown out of control. You want him to chase you, and apologise while you play hard to get, don’t you? He’ll play your game.
At first, he slips back into your life with letters in your mailbox.
I’m sorry, baby. Tell me what I did wrong so I can properly apologise to you. I love you. You know that. You got me begging, you better unblock me, you stupid bitch.
He watches your reaction through the webcam of your laptop, long hacked in—your eyes were wide, throat bobbing like you’re suppressing the urge to puke. Maybe he was too aggressive at the end of his note. He’ll try again.
I’m sorry again, for the tone in my last note. I’m not used to this. I haven’t been okay ever since you left started giving me the cold shoulder. I miss you so much. I miss your voice. I love you.
It went unopened. Tossed into the trash before you could even read the contents. You must’ve wanted him to be more direct. Ahh, his needy girl.
So there he was, knees sinking into your mattress as you sleep like the world is safe and so were you. It barely took him a few minutes to enter your apartment, someone else could take advantage of that, you know? You’re so fucking dumb—it’s okay though, because your Tomura is always there to take care of you.
That’s right. Your Tomura, slipping your shorts and panty off, hovering over your sleeping form with his pants taut at the crotch, rubbing your clit with a course thumb.
It’s not the first time he’s seen you in the flesh, but he’s never seeing you this close, your pretty features illuminated by the moonlight peering through your window—soft, petal lips slightly parted with those adorable gasps spilling through. He’s so lucky to have a beautiful girlfriend like you—as if he’d let go. The gods would have to pry his fingers off of your body to part the two of you. He’d take you right then and there, he’d let you know you belong to him and something as fickle as a lover’s quarrel would not soil the love you share.
You said you wanted to give him loads of kisses when you get to meet him, right? So he licks his lips and paste them along your jaw, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair and feeling his boner hardening at the whiff. His finger slowly dips into your core, thumb still teasing your now-hardened clit.
His free hand comes to pull your top, and he can’t help but sucks in a sharp inhale when your tits lay so prettily in front of his eyes—his mouth watering, craving to roll your nipples with his itching tongue. Gingerly, he lets his four fingers grope your breast, your flesh spilling between his digits. His head lowers to taste your nub, his tongue savouring the sweet layer of sweat coating your soft flesh. You moan as your hips buckle, grinding against his hard on when his fingers curl at your special spot.
Fuck, fuck, fuckk—you’re driving him crazy even in your sleep.
Your moans grow louder, needier, more desperate when he continues to rub your g-spot, your walls tightening around his digits as if your body was refusing to let him go. He swears he could come with just listening to you and groaning with your sweet nipple in his hot mouth.
You’re close, he can feel it. You’re gonna cum from his fingers, in your sleep. Fucking hell.
You shriek when you come, your senses finally returning to yourself. “W-Who are you?!” seriously? You’re asking a question like this with his fingers glistening with your juices and your tits in his face? Obviously, he’s none other than
“Your Tomura.”
Your face falls when you hear his name, “T-Tomura?” You look like you’ve seen a ghost, tears welling up in your eyes. “Y-You’re Tomura?! Why are you doing this? S-Stop!” You’re already begging, barely registering the sight and the feeling you woke up to.
“Shhh. Calm down, baby. It’s okay, you miss me?” his lips curl into a grin, cheeks feverishly burning. You’re finally looking at him. You finally see him. He’s here, in front of you—your Tomura, your boyfriend, your love.
“No—stop! Get away from me, I’ll hate you if you don’t!” you try to push him off of you, limbs desperate to free yourself but your thrashing came into piffling futility when he pins your wrists against the mattress, your face twisting when he neared you. You could feel his hot, stuffy breath against your neck, your skin scrawling with goosebumps when his cracked lips graze your flesh.
“I lied about my quirk, Y/N. I can turn you into dust with the touch of my 5 fingers. It’s up to you to believe me or not, but I wouldn’t want to move much if I were you,” you stiffen upon his words, tears rolling down your cheeks as you huffed for air—panic rising in your chest like a rousing volcano.
“Let me go, please. I’m begging you. Don’t kill me,” your voice cracks in trepidation, airy like your words were tripping off your mouth.
“No, no. I won’t kill you,” your eyes train at his movements as he freed a hand to tug his sweats down, your chest pumping with dread, your head shaking ‘no’ when your sight flick to his bloodshot eyes. You felt like you were begging a demon for mercy. This is no Tomura. This is a monster.
Your thighs slam shut, but the pads of his four fingers trace the side of your leg, reminding you of what he was capable of. So you let him push you open, still begging him through your tear-filled eyes.
“I love you, Y/N. Even if you fucking hate me, I’ll never let you go,” you could feel his meaty cock kissing your pussy lips, his slippery tip spreading them apart, rubbing against your clit.
“W-Wait! Tomura!” you tried again, but you were too late. The air in your chest rose only to be stuck in your throat when he slams himself in until he reaches his hilt. Your walls spasm around his size, a sob ripped through your throat at the burn.
“Fuck—I’m inside Y/N’s tight little pussy. Ahh—I can just cum like this, you know?” he’s completely ignoring you, forehead pressing against yours as he peers down to look at the way he disappears between your thighs; basking in the bliss of entering the very pussy he’s been dreaming of for the past year. “Your insides are so warm, it feels good,” he whines as he presses against your tummy, your muscle shift and you swear you can feel this shaft pressing taut against your walls.
“Tomura, i-it too big!” you try to lift yourself away, only to let out another lewd moan as his cockhead rubs against your sensitive g-spot when his hips roll.
“You’re so soft. So warm. So fucking perfect,” you could tell your words are not even registering in his mind as he continues to groan about how much he needed you, calloused fingers sinking into your hips as he began thrusting—sloppily pulling out then stretching your throbbing walls over and over again, teasing the deep special spot you didn’t even realise you had.
You don’t even realise you’re starting to get needier, your hands gripping onto his shirt and you’re panting like a dog in heat. The room turns stuffy quick and you somehow find his lips moulding into yours—the way he kisses as sloppy as the way he fucks, but it only draws you in more; until you’re chasing his cracked lips and sucking until he groans.
“Mmm—fuck,” you swear when your mouths part, a string of saliva connecting your swollen, plump lips to his now-glistening ones. God, do you look beautiful like that. Eyes hazy from the drunken kiss, your voice calling his name with the airy moan of a tone—Tomura, Tomura…
He stirs, aching cock slamming hard into your velvety warm cunt, shocking you by the sudden thrust deep inside. It feels different now, the way he’s vehemently dragging his cock all the way in and out like an animal. Your toes curl, mouth plumped to an ‘o’ as your nails dug into his skin through his shirt. He’s so deep, so rough…
“I can feel—nngh, my cock kissing your cervix. Isn’t it romantic?” he’s musing as he fucks, moaning in bliss, at the way you’re gripping his meat. He can’t even count how many times he’s envisioned this. You’re taking him in. He’s so happy. You’re a fucking dream come true.
“Tomura, m’gonna cum if y-you keep moving like that!” his pace only fasten to your words, his hips slamming into yours until the sound of skin slapping lewdly ring in your ears. His groan was guttural, and your moans were drooling from your lips. Your walls only clench tighter, his cock hardening, sensitive tip kissing your spongey g-spot with every desperate thrusts until the two of you hit your climax at the same time.
Your mix cum spurts out of your pulsing pussy in a second, your tummy burning with crackles of pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Tomura’s shaking, keeping his hips still to continue stuffing your cunt with his load. “You feel that—haa—Y/N? You feel my love spilling into your womb? Ahh—I love you, I love you so much,” he’s chuckling from the high, kissing and marking your neck while you lay dazed with cum dripping out of you.
“You’re mine. Don’t you ever try to leave me again, m’kay? Now say you love me, like you always do—”
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
Isn't it awesome that we've found each other even though the world is ending? Isn't it so cool how I can help your need for spontaneity and you can feed my love of hope? God, I Hope Nothing Bad Ever Happens To You!
I am always fascinated by the fact that while Hinata's biggest insecurity is being an average person, living a boring life Komaeda's biggest desire is to be an average person, living a boring peaceful life.
Dare I say this normality of Hinata is one of the things that attracted Komaeda to him?
This might be the best moment in all of Danganronpa you’re telling me Nagito planned an entire murder and when his classmates found the body the first thing he does is go behind his crush and grab his waist to comfort him ohhhh well played Nagito well played
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