contents: wc2k total; mild nsfw (stops at heated make out); gender neutral reader, mute!reader (not mentioned whether it's selective/medical/quirk related- up to interpretation.) making out, reader taking control, reader stronger or bigger than character.
an: I tried to hit all the points of this request, except reader isn't explicitly stated as a hero or villain, but some do imply that it wouldn't be weird to see them at the hideout. Buuuut I had a lot of fun writing these little drabbles. I don't always do gn!reader, and I've never done a mute reader so that was a nice challenge.
Dabi-
Dabi would try to play it cool until the last minute.
After texting you back and forth, teasing more and more, he finally half heartedly agreed to letting you take control. You met up, sneaking into dabi’s room at his hideout when everyone else was preoccupied. When you come in, he's watching you expectantly.
“I don't think you can handle bossing me around.” He says as you lock the door. You shoot him a look, and walk forward. He stands up, in an effort to feel taller, even though you're taller than him anyway.
‘try me’ You sign. Dabi understands. He learned even if you don't sign often. He takes communication with you however he can get it, even if some days it's just looks. (Not that he would admit how much attention he pays.)
You don't waste any more time, knowing there's usually some chaos interrupting things in his hideout. So, you step forward and pull him into a kiss. It's heated, and a little sloppy, but you're threading your hand through his hair and taking charge. He tried to stand tall, to act like he's untouchable, but he quickly melts in your hands. Your tongue explores his mouth confidently, and he responds to each movement. You back him up, towards a wall, knocking something off a table. He stumbles and you take that opportunity to lift him, pressing his back into the wall. His legs naturally wrap around you and he whimpers. Actually just whimpers pathetically into you.
He can't even pretend to be nonchalant anymore, he's just panting and moaning into the kiss, as you tug on his hair to encourage him to deepen the kiss. He's desperate, whining into your mouth as he kisses you back more frantically, hands holding onto your shoulders.
You're interrupted by a banging on the door.
“Meeting in 10.” Tomura shouts, raspy voice echoing in the empty building.
You pull away, making sure he's planted firmly on the ground.
“Consider me proven wrong.. you've got some fire in you.” Dabi says, bringing a hand up to brush against his kiss-swollen lips.
You quickly straighten up, raising your brows at Dabi with a smile that says ‘told you so.’
You smile, and then you're off, sneaking away before anyone can catch you making out with the big bad Dabi.
Mr. Compress-
Now, Atsuhiro Sako is a man with a flair for the dramatic. So, of course, he believed he would be in charge when you first started seeing each other. And usually he is, despite your larger stature than him.
But this time, he's agreed to let you take charge, to see if you can handle all his dramatics.
When you enter the room, he's in his villain outfit, still with the mask covering his face.
He turns, placing his hat on a table. “Ah, so the curtain rises on our show, hm?”
You don't answer, you never speak, but Mr. Compress learned how to read you, and he learned the other forms of communication you use.
You smile a little, but you're wrapped up in the desire, the tension. He's teased you too much, and you're fed up. He takes off his mask, and you don't waste time with formalities. You step forward and plant a kiss to his lips, pulling away for just a moment to build the tension.
“My, my. This might be entertaining.” He praises, before your lips are on his again. This time, you deepen the kiss, bringing your hand to his messy hair to tug, and that finally forces a moan from his throat. He kisses back with the same level of passion, letting you guide him. You back him into a wall, grabbing his thighs and hiking them up so he'll wrap his legs around your waist. You're bigger than him, stronger. He knew it, but it catches him off guard just how much stronger you are. It's not often he's the one left speechless.
His gasp is swallowed by you, but you keep kissing him, tongue beginning its dance with his. The kiss is wild now, sloppy and messy because you just can't pull away from each other. Your tongues move together in tandem, a hidden performance just for the two of you. He's getting more and more worked up, a flush on his pale cheeks and his breath quickening. Your fingers on the underside of his thigh tighten, digging into the skin. He whimpers, involuntarily bucking up for a second as he feels himself getting more and more worked up. He's not even trying to hide his pathetic sounds now, just squeaking out little moans as you kiss.
The sound of footsteps down the hall makes you break away from him. You're both breathing heavy, but you have this confidence about you now.
“Act 2. I'm taking center stage.” He says, catching his breath. You smirk, eyes gleaming with a ‘yeah, right.’ before you run off, not wanting to explain your little hookups just yet.
Mr Compress watches you go, heart thudding in his chest.
Tomura Shigaraki-
He wouldn't be very good at dominating in a scenario like this, so you'd already have the upper hand. He'd be nervous, having hurt so many with his quirk he'd be scared to hurt you. But you're not scared of him. You never have been. Especially since you can both sit in silence, playing games side by side, for hours.
He has a sort of fascination with hands, so the moment he saw that you can speak to him, using sign language, he started learning. It wasn't only to communicate with you, because sometimes you skipped the signs completely. It also gave him a sort of positive thing to do with his hands, and made him a little more comfortable in that aspect.
When you were playing games with him on this particular night, in his room today, you'd been dropping subtle hints that he wasn't picking up. You sat closer to him, let your legs brush, held eye contact a little too long. Finally, he gets irritated at the game and huffs out complaints.
You move in, distracting him with a kiss that makes him pause. You've done it before, but he still treads carefully every time. He's bossy, but inexperienced, and that shows when he gets so flustered so easily.
“Oh, do you want to kiss?” He asks, reaching for the gloves he has as he stands up.
The gloves only cover a few fingers, something he uses to try to keep his quirk from accidentally going off. He doesn't need them, he's gotten good at keeping a finger or two away from everything he touches, but with you he's scared.
He's not going to need them this time, though. You know you can keep his hands up easily. You pull him into a kiss again, and when you pull away he's flushed.
“My gloves..” He says but you shake your head.
“You're not scared?” He asks, his voice a raspy whisper. You shake your head again, looking into those nervous red eyes. You pull him into you again, this time hoisting him up as you back him into the wall. You break the kiss as his back hits the wall, and he gasps.
“H-hey! Why so rough?” He complains, but there's a teasing to it. His arms are up, trying to keep his hands away from you. You use your body to support his weight against the wall, and bring a hand up to grab his wrists, effectively trapping his hands above his head and against the wall. He keeps his fingers apart, a life long habit to make sure all 5 fingertips aren't touching.
Giving up control seems to affect him, because Tomura turns into a mess. He completely falls apart as soon as you have him pinned. His cheeks are flushed, his breath is quickening and he's looking at you like you're everything.
You capture his lips in a kiss again, deepening it, swallowing every whimper and moan that escapes from his lips. You pull away after awhile to breathe, but he leans in to bring you back to the kiss. He's desperate, somehow feeling more free after giving up control. When he gets too frantic, you kiss him slower, encouraging him to savor it. Just as he's fully losing himself, wanting so badly to see where else this could go, he hears Spinner, a little ways down the hall.
“Has anyone seen Shigaraki?” His voice echoes. “We're supposed to go grab this game.”
Toga giggles. “Do you even have the money for that?”
“I didn't say we're gonna buy it.” Spinner replies.
“Five finger discount! Call the authorities!” Twice replies, always battling between his two personalities.
Tomura sighs, and you slowly allow him to stand.
“I don't want to stop.” He admits, almost shyly. You smile, turning to walk away, before stopping by the door to turn and sign one word to him.
‘Tomorrow.'
He smiles quickly before taking a breath and fixing his appearance and exiting the room.
“Spinner, our games done. Let's go.”
Twice-
Jin would be pretty interested in the idea of you taking charge. And as someone who's treated differently due to his split personalities, he always treated you equally. He talks enough for the both of you anyway, so he never really minded the quiet.
You're the only one he can really be around without his mask on. You're enough comfort for him to not lose his mind, on the easy days at least.
Sometimes this means kissing with the mask half-on. Sometimes this means mask off, but you're both under a blanket.
Intimacy is weird sometimes.
This time, his mask is off, it's one of the lucky times he's just so pent up that he doesn't even have time to second guess anything. You barely made it into a dark alleyway before you two started touching each other, backing up towards the alley. You pull away to kiss his neck and he whines.
“They'll be looking for me..” He says, before he has a momentary split. “We've got all the time in the world!”
You silence his mind with a kiss to his lips again, and after that all he can think is you. Touching you, responding to your kiss. You deepen the kiss, and he tries to hook a leg around you to pull you even closer. That gives you the confidence you need to press him against the wall, his other leg coming up to hook around you too. He's never been dominated like this before, and you can tell it's just what he needed.
He quickly begins moaning into your mouth as you kiss him, and let a hand travel across his body. He grabs onto whatever he can. Your shoulders, your hair, your face, anything because he just can't make up his mind.
He wants to be worried that someone will see. He should be worried. He's not supposed to be sneaking off with you to make out and grind against your waist in dark alleyways, but you just make it so inticing.
“Jin!” You hear Toga call out. She's got to be a street over or so, her voice is quiet.
You pull away for a second and he shakes his head.
“No, no, please. C'mon just one more minute.” He begs, and you smile, giving in and kissing him again. He makes a little whimper in the back of his throat that you just adore. He lets you take the lead, but every single little encouragement from you is responded to eagerly.
You hear Togas voice closer this time. “Jiiinnn, cmon! We gotta get back to Tomura!” She calls out. He sighs. He knows he has to go.
If he leaves her out here alone she'll get into trouble, and he's always looked out for her.
You make him stand, slipping his mask back over his head. He smiles softly at you, at that comfort you give him, and you straighten up, like you two weren't just swapping spit in the alley like some animals.
i actually really like this one. like might be my fav thing I've ever posted lol. slow burn i fear. ends w smut. as always
follows the American academic calendar sorry its all i know and it'll make sense why at the end
5k ish words (sorry idk how this one got so long)
warnings: uhh slow burn, smut, multiple positions, make out, dirty talk, choking, dom shig, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism
you went to college a little over an hour away from where your parents lived.
which meant you only really went home and stayed with them on school breaks. Summer, Thanksgiving, Christmas break.
You didnt think or wish to be back at your parent's house, your whole life was at college. Your friends, your stuff, your job.
That was until your parents got a new neighbor over the summer.
He was tall and kind of lanky. He had long fluffy blueish-white hair that was a little past his shoulders and always slightly in his face.
You saw him and what looked like his dad moving in.
Their new house was the one right next to your bedroom window.
Your parents went next door to introduce themselves. They came back and told you that the boy was only a year older than you and he was also in college.
You asked more questions, what school? What is his name? Does he live at home? is he on social media?
but they said they didnt know. They told you to go over and introduce yourself but you had a better idea.
You knew better then to open your bedroom window. For all you knew the new boys dad could be in the room directly next to yours.
But you did it anyway. You took down the curtains, opened the blinds and opened your window.
It was summer after all.
You never got the opportunity to talk to the boy over the summer.
You saw him in passing.
He was akward. When you saw him in the neighborhood he would give you one of those closed-mouth smiles and lift his hand in a wave. he was so hot in one of those loser-man type of ways.
You also saw him doing yard work. He never took his shirt off but he had more muscle on on than you initially thought.
Luckily, the neighbor boy also took the bedroom across from yours and he seemed to notice your open window.
Sometimes in the evenings he would open his too.
there was a little bit of distance between the houses but you could still occasionally hear the music he was listening to, you could hear him talking while he was gaming, and sometimes you would wait until he was in his bedroom with his window open to change clothes.
you hoped he would notice. maybe even take interest.
but as the summer ended and you packed up for school you knew you had to accept that it was too soon. you knew it needed time.
as the semester progressed you tried to forget the neighbor boy. you went out with you friends, you went to class, and you lived your life but he was always there in the back of your mind.
no matter where you were or what you were doing you couldn’t help but think of him. what he was doing, where he was, his long slender hands, the veins on his forearms. when you would listen to him talk to his friends. if he had a girlfriend.
obsession is a big word but you were swiftly approaching it with how often you thought about him.
when you went home for thanksgiving in mid-november you were actually ecstatic, unlike your usual sadness to have to leave your life behind. not this time, you were going to get to see him.
even if if was in passing or if it was just listing to him play video games through his window.
something was anything.
and anything was something.
just like he did over the summer he opened his window in the evening.
you tried not to stare into his house but it was much more decorated and lived in than it had been over the summer.
he had posters on his walls, better lighting, furniture arranged to be more fung shiu, and dirty clothes on the ground.
what you would do to get a hold of his dirty laundry.
he still played video games at night and listened to music.
you still changed infront off the window.
you two saw each other in passing and he did the same thing he did over the summer.
a closed mouth smile and his hand would lift up as a wave.
but now your parents and his dad were friends so they had more to tell you about him.
you had to play it cool they couldn't know that you were obsessed, no you were asking out of morbid curiosity.
your parents told you his name was tomura shigaraki. his dad adopted him, it was just the two of them, he was a year older than you and he was in computer science.
and no it did not seem like he had a girlfriend.
you had to hide your excitement.
how much did he know about you? was he even interested?
as your excitement began to dwindle and you got ready to leave home and go back to school for the last few weeks of the semester you herd someone call out your name.
you looked up and sure enough getting out of his car was the neighbor boy, tomura.
“hey! you’re (y/n) right?”
you tried to control yourself. you knew your face had to be beet red.
“oh yeah hey”
“well i just wanted to say hello" a pause. he looked around a little awkwardly, then finished his train of thought "im tomura.”
you gave a small smile “it was nice to meet you tomura, i guess ill see you around”
he did his little wave and went inside.
you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.
you couldn’t get his devious little grin out of your head.
he had to be interested. you two were the same age and the same demographic. he was a loser and you were beautiful.
if you weren’t obsessed before, now there was no denying it.
the last three weeks of the semester went by agonizingly slow. even your friends noticed your distracted demeanor.
you chose not to tell them. you didn’t want to ruin the magic. and you didn’t want to sound delusional about the neighbor you’ve been stalking and only spoken to once.
when the semester finally ended you were practically already packed and ready to head home.
you spent the entire drive trying to calm yourself down. knowing you had to play it cool around the neighbor boy. around tomura.
you got home and pulled into the driveway, you noted that his car was in his driveway.
you walked in the front door and were met with not only your parents, but also tomura and his dad.
your eyes instantly met.
you dropped the bag you were carrying.
“oh hey” you said not breaking eye contact.
“uhh what’s up” he said sounding nervous but there was no denying that he was happy to see you.
your parents introduced the two of you. he awkwardly shook your hand. you could feel how clammy they were.
your mom announced that tomura and his father would be coming to their yearly holiday party that they throw every year.
you had to rein in your excitement.
“oh, I'm excited to see you guys there”
they left and you immediately went upstairs to scream into your pillow, with your window closed of course.
the holiday party's theme was to wear holiday-esc clothes, you knew who would be there so of course you wore a little black dress and a santa hat.
you saw tomura walk in but you didn't approach him, not yet.
he was wearing a collared shirt under an oversized dark green sweater with Christmas symbols on it that looked thrifted.
you helped yourself to the access of alcohol that both your parents and their guests provided.
you had left your window closed the last few days in anticipation of seeing him tonight.
you noticed he was drinking a beer. your eyes met from across the room. he was standing next to his dad, talking to a group of neighbors.
you were talking to a different neighbor, an old lady who was telling you to dress more modestly.
you risked a glance. he was checking you out. how little you left to the imagination in your little dress.
he caught your eyes and blushed, looking away instantly. he was back into the conversation as soon as he looked away and you looked back.
you excused your self for more alcohol.
you talked to your mom
felt the warm effects of the alcohol.
made eyecontact with tomura.
talked to some more of the party guests
more prolonged eye contact.
You were laying it on thick with your "fuck me eyes"
after what felt like an eternity of dancing around each other finally, your parents were talking to him and his dad.
you joined the circle, only a little motivated by the alcohol you had been drinking all night.
the alcohol that mad the blood rush between your legs a little more than usual.
your parents were asking him about college. he answered their question but was staring at you.
"- yeah I dont really have plans after graduation I'll probably just go wherever the wind takes me kind of thing"
he didnt take his eyes off you. even after he finished talking. he was a good head taller than you. his hair had gotten longer but it still looked good on him. you noticed the contrast of his light hair against his dark eyebrows. he was well-groomed. clean shaven. you wondered what he would look like first thing in the morning with stubble and no shirt on-
"Y/n?"
"Sorry?"
"they were asking about your plans after college"
"Oh um- Im also not sure yet, Ive been looking into grad school but I'm still on the fence,"
your eyes flicked to tomura, an invitation.
"Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go get some water."
he took the bait, "I think im gonna get some water too"
he followed you to the makeshift bar on the kitchen island.
you poured yourself another drink.
he cracked open another beer
“so what are you drinking?”
he shrugged and took a sip
“doesn’t taste very good”
you simply nodded. you could feel the heat on your cheeks. all these months of thinking about him and now you have absolutely nothing to say.
“so you study-“
“can we quit it with the small talk?”
he stepped closer to you and wrapped his free a hand around your waist, he leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear.
he said it just quietly enough that only you could hear, “i don’t want to act like i haven’t been jerking off to you changing in front of your open window and you can’t act like you’re not the little slut who opens her window and gets naked for me.”
you flushed. your blood should be cold from the embarrassment but it wasn't.
it was the opposite.
you felt like you were on fire.
it felt like your excitement was pooling in your underwear.
you realized he was still holding on to you, he hadn't moved.
it was like you and tomura were the last two people on earth. your surroundings a blur,
"wanna get out of here"
"yes. yes please" you whispered.
"thats what i like to hear"
he took your hand and walked you to the back hallway of the party since so many people were blocking the front door and the stairs.
he stopped you in front of one of the doors.
you wanted him so bad that a drunk makeout next to the guest bedroom was enough.
your back was against the wall and one of his hands was leaning against the wall next to your head.
"do you ever think about me when you're away?" he whispers.
you run a hand down his chest. stomach. brush your fingers against something else.
something hard.
"all the fucking time" you whisper back.
he doesn't say anything.
he pins your back to the wall with his body. his hand runs through your hair.
his hand does it again.
youre looking down.
his hand grabs your jaw and forces you to look up him.
he inspects your face, eyes lingering on your lips,
and then he kisses you.
not a little gentle kiss.
your mouth is met by his wet open mouth.
your hands locked around his neck, one of his hands found your waist and the other was in your scalp.
you could feel his hard on.
you rubbed your sex on him and he sucked in a breath while kissing you.
his tongue was exploring your mouth, he wanted in while simultaneously sucking on your bottom lip and biting your tongue.
tomura was warm, he smelled like ocean and spice and laundry detergent. he was all you wanted and more.
he pulled away from the kiss and took a step away from you. he wiped your mouth with his sleeve and then wiped his.
an old man you recognized as one of your moms coworkers wandered back into the hallway.
you quickly understood why tomura just pulled away.
“this isn’t the bathroom” he said looking between the two of you.
you and tomura look at each other and fake a laugh.
his face was flushed, his hair a mess, and your there was a tint the color of your lipstick around his mouth.
"oh yeah we were just talking about college. the bathroom is that way." you pointed to where the party was happening
the man smiled and walked away.
once he was gone you and tomura went right back to what you were doing.
this one wasn’t like the first one though.
it was rougher. it was something more
tomura grabbed your jaw with one hand and squeezed your ass with the other, saying between passionate kisses,
“you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted this”
he pulled on your hair, forcing your head to angle up towards his face.
you can’t ignore his big strong hands, the length of his fingers, the veins on his arms just peeking out from under his rolled up sweater sleeves.
your santa hat must have fallen off a while ago.
his other hand on your ass kneaded it like it was bread dough.
he grabbed at your ass by the handful, pulling on the skin and fat and muscle before letting it go, occasionally feeling your waist, the swell of your hips, and then going right back in for your ass and repeating the process.
his tongue explored the inside of your mouth like it belonged to him. he sucked on your bottom lip, shoved his tongue in, sucked on your mouth with his entire mouth all in no particular order.
you pressed your hips into him and liked what you found.
with one arm wrapped around his neck, you other massaging his scalp and occasionally pulling his hair, a signal to him to come closer to you.
you moved back and into him again. grinding against him. he was hot and hard.
you removed your hand from his scalp and palmed his member.
he pulled off your mouth but not your body and let out a shaky breath.
“if we start with that i won’t be able to stop” he whispered into your hair.
“who said that’s a bad thing” you whipered back.
you could feel his smile against you even though you couldn’t see his face, “i never said it was bad but maybe we should find somewhere more private”
“can we sneak out to your place?”
this was when he pulled his body off of yours and you could see his smirk, “i think that’s a great idea.”
the two of you tried to tidy each other up as best as you could but there was no denying the fact the the two of you just did something. both of your cheeks were flushed, hair was ruffled, and clothes disheveled.
there was also no denying his excitement. you pulled his sweater down to help him attempt the hide the tent in his pants.
he mumbled out a "thanks" and looked away blushing.
he walked out into the party first, raising his eyebrows at you as he said to meet him outside in ten minutes.
you counted to 100 before entering the party so as not to look suspicious.
you didn’t want your parents old and nosy friends know yours and tomura’s business.
you found your parents and stood in on their conversation. casually looking around every chance you got to find him. you spotted him in the kitchen standing next to his dad talking to a woman.
he was standing with his hands in his pockets, slouching, his cheeks still pink, his lips a little swollen, and his his looked like someone had just ran their hands through it.
you noticed you were staring. then you noticed he was staring at you too. he gave you a small smile and he pointed his head toward the front door.
you gave him a small nod in agreement.
you whispered to your mom that you were going to go sit outside and to not worry about you.
she had a few drinks in her system and was more concerned about her holiday party than whatever nonsense her daughter was up to, so it was easy to slip away.
you instantly started walking towards the front door when you felt a hand grab yours. you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
the next five minutes were a blur.
your hand in his.
running over to his house.
his frantic effort to unlock the front door.
instantly making out against the front door once inside.
running up the stairs with him right behind you.
hands intertwined.
barely making it to his room before, once again, aggressively making out against his closed bedroom door.
tomura peeled your desss off in one fluid motion and picked you up throwing, you on his bed.
he whipped his sweater off, and climbed on top of you.
you began to undo the buttons on his white button down but he stopped you,
"ah ah, not yet. its my turn"
he pulled one of your breasts out of your bra, nipple already hard, and put his mouth around your nipple.
his right hand finds yours, interlocking fingers and pressing you to the bed.
his left hand finds your other breast and kneads on it. pulling on your nipple, grabbing the flesh with his palm and fingers.
all while milking your other.
his mouth sucking and teeth bruising there was nothing you could do to conceal the unholy wimpers he coaxed out of you.
his eyes find yours.
“look at me” he says then resumes what he was doing.
your mind couldn't form coherent thoughts.
the only thing you could focus on was the pleasure you were experiencing at his hands.
and mouth.
your hips find his.
you could feel his rock-hard member in his pants.
your free hand finds his member between the two of you and you rub your hand up and down him over his pants.
he inhales shakily.
"mmm not yet" he whispered into your breast.
he maneuvers to switch sides, his mouth now on the opposite breast and his hand cupping the breast his mouth was just on.
your back arches and you moan as his mouth makes contact.
you couldn't stop yourself from grinding your hips against his again.
he bit your nipple in response, getting a yelp out of you.
you knew for sure by now that you were soaked through your panties.
since Tomura had taken your dress off your arousal was evident but his attention was still on your breasts.
he was holding one of your hands and the other was in his hair, nails scratching circles on his scalp and occasionally pulling on his hair.
your hips still moving against his you gave a tug on his hair for his attention.
he kept his mouth where it was but stopped what he was doing, lazily looking up.
you pet his hair and whispered "can we please?" pushing your hips into his for emphasis.
he raised his eyebrows slowly.
he removed his mouth from your nipple dramatically with a loud sucking noise.
he sat up and switched the position he was in to now hold down both of your wrists with one of his hands and to hold your hips down with the other,
"I said not yet,"
and he turned his attention to the nipple he had previously been working on.
you thought you couldn't have been more aroused but with his new found control over you? you could have come just from the sight of him.
your hips struggled against his arm, seeking any form of release as you whimpered in pleasure from the love he gave to your nipple.
you came out of your trance and realized he was still fully clothed and you were still wearing your bra and underwear.
he removed himself from you slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and pushing his mane of hair out of his face.
you were breathing heavily and slightly disoriented from what he had just done.
"lets get rid of these, shall we?"
he started to pull off your underwear. and you went ahead and removed your bra.
"it cant be fair that im the only one who's naked?"
you motioned to him still being almost fully dressed save for the sweater he had been wearing over his now half unbuttoned button-down shirt.
shigaraki sighed and began unbuttoning his shirt
"I thought you preferred to be naked?" he looked up at you and smirked "or are you just a show off?"
you didnt really have a good response to his call out so all you could do was stare at him.
you watched him undress making sure to emphasize one of your signature looks, the fuck me eyes.
he definitely noticed your gaze.
he smirked back at you as he stood up and shucked off his pants.
Leaving him in nothing but a pair of blue plaid boxers.
your favorite.
he crawled back onto the bed and sat on his knees in between your legs, where you lay on your back. head propped up with pillows and still panting from what his magic mouth and fingers just did with your nipples.
he locked eyes with you, hooked his hands underneath your knees, and pulled your bottom half up to him.
he pushed your legs up, essentially folding you in half as he brought his mouth down to yours.
He kissed you sweetly and deeply. with care but also disrespect like he would stop if you asked you him to but you were pulling him closer, scratching his back, and grinding against his member.
so he squeezed your thigh, groped your boob a little tighter, and explored the cavern of your mouth a bit deeper with his tongue.
his hand previously on your tit found your throat. he choked you as his mouth pulled from yours.
the pressure of his hand caused your mouth to open, searching for air and only getting a little bit of it.
he squeezed tighter as he licked down the column of your neck and back up.
kissing your mouth lightly one last time as he released your throat and started kissing down your body.
kissing down to your soaking wet sex.
his hand stroked your face at first. he kissed your jaw, your neck, your chest, booth boobs, your navel, then he found the space between your legs. he lifted your legs over his shoulders and started kissing you there too.
he kissed your clit similarly to how he kissed your mouth at first. softly. respectfully. passionately. like he was waiting for permission.
you gave it to him by grabbing a handful of hair and rubbing yourself against his face. you could feel his nose and his smirk on your sweet spot.
he took your invitation, and you could hear him inhale through his nose he grabbed two handfuls of your ass and went to work.
with his mouth on your clit you could feel him sucking on it, lapping his tongue against it, and eventually sticking two fingers into your sopping entrance.
you couldn't hold your moans in. especially once his veiny, long-fingered hand was pumping in and out.
your first orgasm didnt even build it just ripped through you, without anything you could have done to stop it.
shigaraki, satisfied enough with his handy work sat up and whipped your wet from his mouth with the back of his hand.
you could have orgasmed again from the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair in the ambient lighting of his bedroom.
"your so fucking hot" you couldn't stop yourself from saying.
his hazy eyes found yours "You should see yourself right now" he gave you that smirk after he said it.
there was no hiding his arousal. he pulled his boxers down and his member sprang free.
he was hung.
8 inches long and thick.
all you could do was stare your mouth slightly open and your blood pumping between your legs.
"you like what you see i take it," he says that fucking smirk on his face.
all you could do was nod your head.
he spits on the tip and starts pumping himself as he moves forward toward you.
he hooks his arm under your right leg and maneuvers himself between your legs.
"you ready?"
you hum in response
"mmm i need a yes"
"yes, I am ready"
"good girl, thats what i like to hear,"
he inserts himself slowly, you feel the familiar sting of being stretched out
tomura pauses, looking at you as if asking permission to continue.
your hand is covering your mouth but you nod for him to continue.
he does.
you look down to see that he is not even halfway in.
"oh my god" you whisper "its so fucking big"
he just smiles, not losing his focus on what he is doing.
once hes almost all the way in he pauses again, looking at you for permission to continue.
"can you start moving slowly?"
he doesn't acknowledge your words other than thrusting in and out as slowly as he can,
with each thrust in you couldnt with hold your whimpers.
tomura was slowly increasing speed and how deep he was going,
"is this okay" he asked his breath slightly shaking
"oh my god yea" you struggle to get out
he pushes the leg hooked. under his arm up higher and finally bottoms out in you,
you both moan.
"fuck, youre so tight,"
"you youre so big"
his hand hound your face and stroked your cheek before he took your jaw in his hand,
"youre so fucking beautiful"
you could feel your heart flutter in your chest as he pounded in and out of you and an unholy speed.
"lets switch positions"
you hum in response, so fucked out that you couldn't form coherent words.
he grabs a pillow and flips you over, shoving the pillow underneath your hips.
he taps the small of your back, you spread your knees and arch your back for him, grabbing one of the other pillows to hold in your arms.
tomura grabs hold of your hips and inserts himself, going in smoother this time.
just because the entry was easier did not mean the new angle was any mind boggling.
and tomura was not holding himself back in the slightest, he moaned once he was all the way in and wasted no time in absolutely fucking the shit out of you.
you didnt know it was possible for a human being to experience pleasure like this. your second orgasm of the night rips through you with an inhuman moan.
tomura gathers up your hair and pulls you toward him,
"came again so soon? thats my girl"
he wraps one hand around your throat the other finds your shoulder to use as leverage as he continues to fuck you from behind.
his thrusts begin to stutter losing speed and consistency,
"im close i wanna see your face"
"okay" you say through breaths
he once again flips you over, pumping himself as you readjust the pillows under your head and hips,
tomura heaves your legs up and enters you one last time.
your hands find the back of his head and you pull his face up to yours as he resumes his no longer consistent pace.
his hand finds your throat and your other hand finds his bicep, squeezing at the cords of muscle,
you look up at him slowly, from the sight of his cock entering in and out of you, his muscular upper body, to his big red eyes staring down at you. watching you watch him.
one last orgasm rips through you, starting in your stomach and then spreading to your core and to the rest of your body.
tomura finishes at the same time as you, pulling out and coming all over your stomach and boobs.
the two of you just sit there for a moment. both of you breathing heavy. both of you fucked out of your minds.
tomura is the first to break the silence.
he swallows and rubs his jaw,
"do you think we should go back to the party because I kind of want to do that again?"
⇢ plot: Dabi only knows of one way to make you remember his name
⇢ warnings: Minors DNI, NONCON, use of fire quirk, arrogant and cocky Dabi who is a virgin (fight me over it) and fucks for the first time, user is tied up (bondage/rope play?), size kink, no prep, unprotected penetration, Dabi is a bit rough towards the reader, creampie, lots of cum
⇢ thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again!
⚠️This fiction contains yandere-themed dark content! Proceed and read at own discretion⚠️
If you'd known that the night would take this turn, you'd have chosen to stay home.
After missing the last bus home due to running late and then not having enough money to call a cab, you are forced to walk home. As a gust of wind blows some leaves across your path, you imagine what might happen if some thug jumped out with the intent to rob you... But stuff like that only happens in movies, don’t they? You quietly laugh. The thought is a bit silly. You'll probably just continue walking alone down the murky street like you always do, with nothing happening. Reassured, you stick your hand into your pocket and focus your attention on the pavement below, occasionally checking on the map to make sure you're still heading the right way.
You blindly follow the directions on your cell phone, completely oblivious to what part of town you are passing through. It’s not like there are any signs warning you "Stay the fuck out, villains ahead!"
You make the foolish decision to try and comfort yourself during the tedious walk home. Popping your earbuds in, you put on your favorite music to drown out the sounds of the night around you.
A quick movement ahead catches your attention. Your eyes snap up, your heart suddenly beating frantically as you spot the cause of the abrupt motion. A man stumbles backward from a door with a terrified expression on his face, followed by an enormous blue flame billowing towards him which engulfs him completely within seconds. The force of the sudden combustion knocks you right off your feet and you fly backward, a weightlessness encompassing your body before gravity cruelly pulls you back down.
Your back and head crash against the blacktop street and everything instantly fades to black. You don't know how long you'd been unconscious, but as you open your eyes, all you see is darkness and streaks of blue. The stench of burnt flesh creeps up your nostrils, making your stomach churn. You struggle to get up but your body doesn't respond. Instead, you hear a man's husky voice speak near you. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? Such a pretty little thing."
His voice sounds muted like he’s talking through a wall. That's all you hear before nausea and pain take over and the world around you fades again.
You stir awake with a jostle, a thin mist clouding your vision. Your body is cradled against another. It’s warm, but smells of burnt hair and smoke. It would be comforting if only you would know whose arms you are in. You try to move, but a pain instantly shoots up your spine, overwhelming you until your vision goes dark again.
As you regain consciousness this time, your eyes slowly adjust to the low light, dimmed to almost nothing. Your head still slightly throbs, but the worst of the pain is gone. Blinking a few times, the foggy veil lifts from your eyes and you start to take in the details. You're in a small room. Despite the lack of any decoration, it is very tidy and clean.
Then you notice him and freeze, the fog in your mind instantly clearing.
He stands a few feet away. He is tall, dressed in black pants with stitching and a white shirt. Raven hair standing in spikes, marred skin under his eyes and from his cheeks down to his chest. The tip of a cigarette glows an eerie red as he takes a drag and slowly exhales again. His teal eyes, bright in the dark light, pierce through the smoke, taking you in.
"Finally awake, huh?" He rasps.
Frantically, you try to get up but a sharp pain shoots through your arms as the ropes around your wrists dig painfully into your skin. To your horror, you realize that you're tied up to the rods of a rusty bed frame, immobilized with your wrists pulled taut, lying on a shitty, sunken mattress.
"Just some precautionary measures, sweetheart." He cocks his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Please, untie me!" You stammer but he just flips the bud of his cigarette across the room and ignores you.
"Man, killing always makes me so tense." Interlocking his fingers, he raises his arms, his obliques tightening and biceps bulging as he stretches until his knuckles crack.
Cocking his head left and right, he slowly lowers his gaze. His bright azure irises focus back on you as a cheeky smirk starts to form on his face.
"Sir, please let me go.” You whimper as your hands tremble violently against the bonds.
"Sir?!" A brow quirks as he clicks his tongue. "I think you know my name."
He takes a few steps, closing the gap between you and him. Leaning forward, his long finger trails along your cheek with false affection. "Say it."
You writhe, eyes pricking with tears. "Mister, I-I can't–"
"Don't piss me off." His expression turns sour. "You seriously don't know who I am? Don't you watch the news?"
"I-I don't have a TV," you stammer, your cheeks burning at his harsh tone.
"Well, that's too bad." His hand slips into your hair, yanking your head back, forcing your gaze to meet his. He's so close, that you smell the stale cigarette tainting his breath, the faint scent of burnt flesh on him is almost nauseating.
"I'll tell you, then. And I’ll make sure you never forget it." He spits, crystalline blue eyes so cold that they send a shiver down your spine.
It's then that a pertinent memory comes flooding back to you– you’d overheard some people chatting on the train. A villain. Black spiky hair, scars all over his body, and eyes like the endless depths of the ocean. One with a quirk that summoned blue flames so hot they melt the flesh right off of bones. His name–
–Dabi.
Your throat tightens, and you gulp as your eyes widen in recognition.
Dabi notices, causing his lips to curl into a smug smirk. "Ah, so you’ve figured it out, huh?"
"Y-yes Sir–or, no– Dabi!" You almost scream out his name, "I promise, I'll never forget, please untie me!"
But he doesn't seem to hear your words, his gaze is far away, an impassive expression on his face.
"Man, I really need to unwind." Lolling his head to the side. "Sako always says the best way to blow off steam is to shoot a load."
His eyes fall back to yours while his smirk widens, showing his canines. A pit forms in your stomach as it dawns on you where this is going to lead.
"I know of a way to make sure you'll never forget my name–" Dabi kneels beside you, the cheap bed dipping and squeaking under his weight. He's looking down on you in a way that makes your hair stand on end. As he reaches for your legs, you're trying your best to keep them closed. But he is much stronger, spreading them with ease.
Positioning himself between your legs, he moves his body close, his hips pressing against your core. It's then when you feel the heat from something huge – a bulge – in his pants, right underneath the stitches. You gulp in disbelief.
"I have to admit, I've never done this before," he chuckles, hooking his thumbs under the seams of his pants, slowly pulling them. "So, cut me some slack, will ya?"
A thick, pierced cock slaps against his abdomen, enormous in length and girth. Your eyes feel like they’re bugging out of your head as you look at his engorged member. Shaking your head, you plead, "It's too big, it won't fit!"
Dabi's gaze drops to evaluate his throbbing dick and he laughs. "Yeah I know, the Doc kinda went overboard with the replacement."
His eyes snap up to your face, his smile vanishes as he hums in that sickly sweet voice. "Regardless, better too much than too little, right?"
His large calloused hands wrap around your hips and you fidget and try to squirm out of his grip but it only strengthens as he pulls you back towards him. Your arms straighten out, painfully so, straining against the ropes cutting into your skin.
Panic sets in, making your blood rush and your limbs shake, as he lays a hand flat on your mound, blue flames starting to flicker across the fabric of your pants and then undies, incinerating them. The pain from the burn loosens the tears as they start streaming freely down your temples now.
Accompanied by your sobs, he takes his thick length in his palm, his free hand sliding over your now exposed folds, calloused fingers spreading your cunt.
"Damn, what a sight.” He chuckles as he aligns himself at the entrance of your quivering cunt. "Hope I'm doing this right."
You sob as he drops a gob of spit on his cock and edges against your entrance, shushing you. “Relax, I know you can take it.”
Without further warning, he plunges the fat tip of his cock into you. You cry out at the stretch, your dry walls burning without any preparation. You try to get away, to lessen the stretch, but he has your petite body pinned beneath his larger, muscular one.
With an enraptured expression on his face, he watches his dick inch its way in. His thick, rough fingers dig into your squishy waist, as he continues pushing his way into you. You whimper when Dabi stares at your soft tummy, admiring the bump that forms where his dick bullies against your cervix.
"Well, fuck me, ain't this the shit?" he chuckles, slightly breathless already.
The grip on your waist remains firm as he pulls out his cock, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness. But before you have time to react, he’s slamming himself back into you again.
Then his hips start moving at a slow and gradual pace, pulling you back each time to meet his thrusts. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room. your whimpers seem to only spur him on as he continues thrusting into you.
"Oh fuck, this is amazing. I'm gonna—" Dabi groans, slamming his cock into you even faster, "—shit, if you keep gripping me like this, I’m not gonna last."
“Please, stop!” You sob, but he is beyond listening. With his eyes closed, sweat dripping down his temples, he is lost in delirious pleasure.
“You're so tight, taking me so well, doll." He laughs when you whimper in response.
Involuntarily clenching down on his cock, you squirm each time he bottoms out. He makes sure you can feel each barbell of his piercings, every pulsing vein of his thick cock. The harsh force of his quick, rough thrusts makes your mind go blank.
"Gonna cum soon. Keep squeezing my cock like that and I won't be able to pull out." He groans, smooth and deep, admonishing you as if any of this is your fault.
All you can do is respond with a whine, your body completely helpless.
“I’m close, baby, look at me,” he digs his fingers into your flesh, pulling you even closer. "What's my name? Say it!"
"Dabi– please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but you're hurting me!" You beg between sobs.
He doesn't hear your words, or he doesn't care. He's slamming into you now, his thrusts growing deeper and harder.
"Oh yeah, take it –fuck– I'm gonna fucking fill you up so good–" Dabi gasps, groaning unabashedly.
Then he tosses his head back, and with a low growl and a last stuttering thrust, he shoots his white release inside, coating your inner walls with his cum. You feel him twitch inside you, feel his warmth filling you up and seeping out, it's so much.
Dabi collapses on top of you, breathing hard. His head falls forward to rest against your cheek, the sweat from his forehead mixing with the tears on your damp skin.
After his breathing evens out, he pulls back to face you, strands of his black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. "Shit, that was so fuckin’ good.”
He stays like this, his cock slowly shrinking inside your sore cunt, while his hot cum drips down your ass. The feeling of it creeps through your spine, making your face glow with hot shame. You turn your head away, closing your eyes in defeat. His weight on you suddenly feels suffocating, adding to the crushing, inescapable heft of anxiety on your chest. It feels like an eternity, with him draped over you, both of your breathing starting to even out. Eventually, you muster the courage to speak.
"C- Can I go now?" You whimper, hopefully.
"Yeah, yeah…" he sighs and moves to pull out. Using the bedsheets to wipe the remnants of his release from his skin, he continues by tucking himself away.
Finally, you think of going home, for this nightmare to be over and to forget this god-awful night. A sharp-edged euphoria washes through your limbs and your eyes flare with excitement as hope spirals up inside you.
"On the other hand–" he stalls, contemplating. "This definitely helped me wind down."
Stepping close, he lowers his face to brush his lips against the rim of your ear and dashes whatever hope you had left with a final, whispered sentence. "I think I'm gonna keep you."
Have You Heard the One About the Rabbit and the Lizard?
>afab!gender neutral!reader, heats, rabbit quirk reader, pre-established relationships, squirting, use of toys, breeding kink, downright nasty shit hubbahubba
>(h/c)=hair color, (s/c)=skin color
You hadn't returned his calls in a couple of days. Your texts were sporadic and didn't sound like you at all. Worry was rising in Shuichi's gut as he made his way to your apartment. He kept his hood close to his face to not draw any attention to himself as he turned down the street you lived on. The tile roof of your apartment shined in the moonlight as one of your neighbors enjoyed a smoke on the terrace. Up he went the three flights of stairs, passing your neighbor, and moving to the last door on the floor. Number 12 was hammered into the door in metal letters. Your mailbox was empty which was a good sign but still, he couldn't help but worry that you might be hurt. Shuichi rasped his knuckles against the door. Inside, he heard some movement and something dropping. Quickly he rang the doorbell as his worry rose even higher. He was about to ring again when you opened the door. Your cute ears were the first thing in his line of vision. The soft (h/c) fur surrounded the (s/c) pigment of your inner ears. Your whiskers twitched with your nose and when he made eye contact the first thing he noticed was how blown wide your pupils were.
"(Y/N)?" Shuichi asked cautiously but he was swiftly pulled into your apartment by his shirt collar. When the door finally shit you were clinging to him. You were dressed only in a pair of his boxers that he had left there for when he comes over. He resisted the shiver that ran up his spine seeing you like this. "(Y/N)!" Shuichi held your face in his clawed hands, "what happened? Are you okay?" You shook your head and whined. Shuichi was going to follow up with another question but his mouth went dry when he felt you grind your pelvis on him.
Oh
You had told him about your heats before. He had helped you with one over the phone when you first started dating and he had to go away but Shuichi had never seen you like this in person. "Shuichi," you whined with your face pressed into his strong chest. Was it wrong that he kind of liked this? "Please, Shuichi," you mumbled into his pecs, "I need you. Please, fuck me." Shuichi had to catch himself before he fainted at your request. Yes, he's had sex with you before but never when you were like this. He stroked the back of your head and held you tight against him. His cocks started coming to life at the feeling of you grinding against him.
"(Y/N)," Shuichi started, "do you want me to help you?" You only whined out in frustration, "yes! That's what I've been asking!" You looked up to him with tears in your eyes. Oh how he hated to see you in pain. "Okay, okay," Shuichi held your face stroking the soft layer peach fuzz on your face, "don't cry. I'll help you." He leaned down and left a kiss on your temple. You pushed your face into his hand, nibbling at the scaled skin of his palm. God you were so cute.
"Do you want to go to your room?" Shuichi grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb to get you to look at him. You didn't respond, instead you grabbed his hand and dragged him to your room where he saw a mass of blankets on top of your bed. Oh, you made a nest? He blushed thinking about you laying in there and touching yourself. Were you thinking of him when you brought yourself to pleasure?
"Here," you pointed to the nest of blankets on top of the bed before climbing on top of it and snuggling into the warmth. Shuichi went to take off his jacket then his shirt. You whined out in frustration when you saw him throw the fabric unceremoniously to the ground. In confusion, he watched you climb out of your nest and grab his shirt. The blood left his brain when he saw you hold the fabric to your face and take a deep breath in. You slipped on the shirt then kicked off his boxers leaving your lower half exposed for his viewing pleasure. Your clit was throbbing and red, your inner thighs were stained with slick and he could see your hole clenching and unclenching around nothing as you climbed back into the nest.
"Shuichi!" you called reaching your arms out for him. He shivered and made quick work of his pants shoving them to the ground in order to be in your embrace. His knee bumped into something as he settled in between your thighs. Your face flushed in embarrassment as he pulled out a dildo you had forgotten in the folds of your blanket. His pupils blew just as wide as yours at the thought of you fucking yourself on the silicone toy.
"Fuck," he mumbled feeling the weight of the toy in his palm, "can I use this on you?" Your legs spread wider instinctively giving him a beautiful sight of how your wetness dripped down your glistening pussy to between your rear. He couldn't help the drool that dripped onto your cunt at the sight of how wet you are.
He took the toy in his hand and rubbed the head around your drooling hole. You instantly reacted, grinding against the toy trying to pop the head inside of your greedy cunt. Shuichi knew you were in no mood for teasing and decided to give you exactly what you wanted. He pushed the toy in slowly, inch by inch, watching as your pussy took the toy into its hold with a wet squelching sound. You moaned so deliciously at the feeling of your boyfriend fucking you open with the same toy you were pretending was him. "Shu," you whined humping your cunt against the toy. His eyes were transfixed at the site of how well your body took the dildo. He was absolutely mesmerized by how flushed and swollen your sweet little cunt was. His poor darling, you were all alone having to take care of yourself like this?
"You should have told me," Shuichi began pushing the toy in and out of you while your pussy made wet sloppy noises. You only whined at his words. "I would have helped you sooner if I'd known." His other hand came down to rest on your swollen clit. Your whole body spasmed in pleasure at the feeling of finally having Shuichi's fingers on your most sensitive organ. "You," Shuichi couldn't believe what he was about to say, "you've been very bad. Hiding away from me." You could only pant at how good he was fucking you on your toy. Wetness, pooled beneath your ass making the blanket you were on damp with your arousal. In any other situation you would have been uncomfortable with the wet feeling of fabric beneath you but now you just needed to be fucked into oblivion by Shuichi.
"I love you," you moaned out, "I love you! I love you!" Shuichi's rhythm halted for a second at your words. You've said that you loved him before but hearing you say it in such a blissed out state only made him want to ruin you. "Fuck," he quickened his pace watching as your pussy ate up every inch of the toy he was giving. In and out it became wetter and wetter with every new introduction to your most sensitive insides. His thumb made quick work of your engorged clit, rubbing at it as if you would die without him doing so. Your squirmed and spasmed at his ministrations. Finally, you felt some relief from the burning heat inside your stomach as a flood of wetness made its escape out of your pussy and onto Shuichi's bare stomach. His cocks were at full attention watching how you squirted around the silicone toy. He let go of the toy and watched as your greedy cunt held it still in its tight grasp before releasing the fake dick with squelch as it dropped to lean against your ass.
"Are you okay?" Shuichi ran his fingers through your hair watching as your breath evened out from your orgasm. "More," you whined holding onto his arm. You had already began to grind against the toy once again trying to get anything inside of you. "Please, Shuichi," you brought his hand to your mouth to kiss his fingers, "I want your cocks. I want you to fill me with your cum." You were going to be the death of him like this. Your eyes remained focused on the flush of red that spread from his cheeks to the top of his chest. "Y-Yeah," he managed to stutter out, "fuck. Yes, baby, I will fill you up nice and good."
You took his fingers into your mouth to suck on. Shuichi's breath hitched at the sight of his digits disappearing behind your lips. Your soft tongue wrapped around his fingers taking in the taste of his scaly skin. Shuichi could get drunk just watching you suck on his fingers but right now he wanted to see your butt and that cute little tail. "Baby," he said grabbing your attention from his fingers to his face, "can you get on your hands and knees?" You practically melted at his request and did just as he said.
You got down onto your elbows arching your back so your ass was pushed up as high as it could go. Shuichi noticed the amount of slick that had ended up between your cheeks and noted that he'd have to run you a bath after. Your cute little tail perked up as if it were blocking his view form your dripping hole. He noticed the way your pussy throbbed from a lack of attention even though he had just made you cum not even 5 minutes ago. You wiggled your butt and looked at your boyfriend form over your shoulder. You practically had hearts in your eyes at the sight of him. Shuichi carefully placed his hands on your hips, giving the fat there a good squeeze which had you shivering. His cocks were leaking, begging to be buried in your sweet and willing hole. He rubbed the head of one of his cocks through your wet fold trying to grab as much of your slick as he could to lubricate is throbbing member. His other was nestled lovingly between your cheeks where it usually belonged.
"No!" you whined pushed back against Shuichi. He stopped what he was doing confused at your change of attitude. "I want both! Fuck me with both!" Shuichi nearly dropped dead right then and there. Your words echoed in his wind. Fuck me with both! He's never tried to fuck you with both of his cocks. Shuichi shivered when he looked down to see your greedy cunt clenching around nothing and still dripping for him. He swallowed hard and took both of his cocks into one grip. His other hand held your hips steady as he slowly pushed the heads of his cocks into your tight hole.
Shuichi hissed at the pleasure of feeling your gummy walls hold the heads of his cock in a vice like grip. "It hurts!" you whined trying to push more of him inside you, "it hurts so good!" Shuichi held your hips in a tight grip to keep you from hurting yourself on his cocks. As sexy as he thought the idea was he didn't want you to be in any more pain than you were already. Slowly, he pushed his throbbing cocks into your tight ring of muscle enjoying the wet sounds your hole made as it spread to accommodate his girths. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, trying to hold onto the massive intrusion as best as it could. Shuichi let out a moan when he managed to bottom out inside your oh so willing cunt. Juices began to spread on his pelvis as he rested against your slippery folds.
You were panting out his name, trying to move against his delicious cocks in order to get any sort of friction. Still, his hold on your hips held strong at your feeble attempts to fuck yourself on his lengths. "Good," Shuichi moaned out, "you're doing so good. Fuck, you feel amazing." He bucked his hips forward making you yelp then moan. He pulled his hips back watching as his shafts slid out of you until the heads of his cocks were left inside of you. Then with a powerful thrust he pushed them back inside. Your body got pushed up the bed by the force of his thrust which had you moaning out his name in delight.
"You look so beautiful." he moaned, "you look gorgeous taking me." Shuichi set a sporadic pace, jack hammering into your juicy hole with reckless abandon. The room echoed sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin as well as moans and grunts. Your neighbor was surely going to complain later but right now you just wanted to be railed by Shuichi. The pace he was setting was surely going to have your poor spent pussy sore afterwards but you didn't care. All you cared about right now was how good his cocks felt sliding in and out of your tight walls. You felt like your insides were practically molded to him with every thrust in and out of your wet pussy.
Shuichi leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist and take a mouthful of your shoulder between his teeth. Your ears flattened against your head, brushing against the lilac hair of your boyfriend. The skin of your ass rippled at the force of his thrusts while he chased his release. "Breed me!" you moaned out, "fuck a baby into me. Please Shuichi!"
His hips faltered at what you had just said. A baby? Fuck. His pace quickened while he panted into your ear. "Yes," Shuichi moaned out, "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you. I'm gonna fill you with my cum; you're gonna be leaking for days." Tears came to your eyes form the pleasure he was bringing you. You could feel your legs quivering as your release began to build. Shuichi's cocks throbbed inside of your gooey walls begging to plant their seed deep into your womb. A white light flashed behind your eyes as your body spasmed. Your legs gave out but Shuichi was careful to hold you up as he emptied his balls deep into your greedy cunt. You could feel the warm flood of his cum flowing deep into your wet caverns. "(Y/N)," he moaned giving light thrusts to fuck you both through your orgasms. Your bones felt like jelly yet you still wanted more.
"Shuichi?" you looked at your boyfriend's blissed out look from over your shoulder. "Can I ride you now?" Shuichi sputtered at your request still feeling sensitive from his orgasm. You were insatiable when you were like this. "G-Give me a second," he panted closing his eyes.
AU fic about the League of Villains as members of a 1920’s traveling circus/carnival, and everywhere they go, people tend to disappear. Each chapter will feature a new Reader getting mixed up with one of the members. This is a dark fanfic so please don’t expect happy endings!
Smut. 18+. Gore. Blood. Death. Consensual Sex (lots of it). Very long fic.
On the first night the carnival was in town, you arrived early with your father to be given a tour of the grounds. A man with white hair and strange red eyes met the two of you at the entrance, bowing in a dramatic way.
“Welcome to our carnival, sir. And thank you again for allowing us to use your property.”
Your father looked at the man as if he were filth, and walked on through the hastily erected gate. “You can thank me by making sure I get my cut of the profits,” your father said while regarding the grounds with a look of mild disgust.
You followed his gaze, looking over the carnival rides alight with colors, the booths where people could play games like throwing darts at balloons, the carts selling street foods you’d never heard of, and several weathered but still vibrant tents of varying sizes clustered in the middle of the area.
The food smelled delicious, completely overtaking the faint smell of earth that you’d detected outside the gate. The rides were moving despite being empty, apparently going through last minute checks before the carnival was opened to the public. Carnival workers were running back and forth, finishing up preparations.
That’s when a young man collided with your father, a large bucket of water in his hands spilling onto your father’s suit. The young man fell onto the ground, but quickly scrambled to his feet. “I’m so sorry, sir! I wasn’t looking where I was going!”
“How dare you!” your father roared, glaring at the young man who took two steps back in fear. “This suit is worth more than your pathetic life!”
“Father, calm down,” you said, but he didn’t seem to hear you. He raised his arm to strike the young man, but suddenly another man was beside him, holding his arm still.
The newcomer wore a flamboyant outfit in bright red, glitter and sequins adorning the fabric. He had thick, wavy dark hair and even darker eyes. “No violence allowed at the carnival, sir,” he said in a cheerful tone, positioning himself between your father and the young man. He snapped his fingers and a long stem rose appeared in his hand, which he reached toward your father. “Here, have a souvenir!”
Your father jerked his arm free of the man’s grasp and then slapped the rose out of the man’s hand. “Don’t touch me, you filthy carnie!”
The man shrugged and snapped his fingers again, producing another rose. This one he handed to you with a wink. You took it happily, surprised that he could remain so calm even when faced with your father’s wrath. There was something about the mischievous gleam in those dark eyes that captivated you.
Another carnival worker had approached and given your father a towel, but his already sour mood had worsened. “Come on,” he said to you, “let’s go.”
You glanced back at the man who’d given you the rose. He smiled at you as he pulled a red glittery mask from his pocket and placed it over his eyes. You turned to your father and said, “Is it alright if I stay for a while and enjoy the carnival?”
Your father’s harsh expression softened as he looked at you. “You’re an adult now. Why don’t you stay and keep an eye on things for me?”
It seemed obvious that he just wanted you to feel important, but you appreciated the sentiment. He pressed a wad of money into your hand. “Have a good time. I’ll send someone to get you later tonight.”
You kissed your father’s cheek and waved goodbye as he left, then turned around to look over your many options. The front gate had opened and townspeople had begun filing in, then scattering in all directions to enjoy the various attractions. Children ran toward the ferris wheel, an older couple was buying a sweet fried treat covered in sugar, and a teenage boy was throwing darts, trying to win a large stuffed animal for the girl beside him.
The carnival was amazing, but a bit daunting. Though you were an adult now, you’d grown up sheltered and, if you were honest, a bit pampered. You’d never been given the freedom to roam around a place like this. You suspected your father allowed it because you were still on his property, and the carnival workers knew who you were, so were unlikely to bother you.
To start with, you bought a few tickets and rode a couple of the rides, enjoying the thrill and the night air rushing through your hair. You ate a hotdog, then played a game in which you tossed rings and tried to land them on the necks of glass bottles. You were spectacularly bad at it, but you had fun nonetheless.
As you passed by a medium-sized tent, you caught a glimpse of red sparkly clothing and stepped back to get a better look. You pulled back the flap of the tent entrance and saw the man from before standing on a small stage. He was setting up various items beside him, but looked up and noticed you hovering in the entranceway.
“You can come in,” he called, “I’m just setting up for the magic show.”
You hesitated for a moment, then walked on in. “You’re a magician?”
He grinned and snapped his fingers. An entire bouquet of flowers appeared in his hand. “The great Sako Atsuhiro, at your service!”
You smiled and approached the stage. You reached up to take the bouquet he was holding out toward you, but at the last second it vanished into thin air and you grabbed hold of his empty hand instead. He pulled you up onto the stage, and you stumbled as your feet adjusted to the rough wooden boards. Atsuhiro caught you in his arms before you could fall, and suddenly your bodies were pressed against each other, his warmth seeping into you.
You looked up at his face, and he gave you a heated look. You blushed and looked away. This was the closest you’d been to a man you weren’t related to, and it was a little embarrassing.
He made sure you were steady on your feet before releasing you and going back to work on setting up the stage. “Would you like to be my assistant?” he asked over his shoulder as he assembled a large wooden box that looked like an upright coffin.
“Assistant?”
“For every performance, I use an assistant from the audience. Someone I can make disappear or saw in half.”
You frowned. “That doesn’t sound very pleasant.”
He laughed and turned to face you. “It’s all magic, my dear. You’d also be there to confirm I’m not using wires or strings or other such trickery.”
“But… isn’t it all trickery?”
He moved closer to you and smiled. “Of course it is. But the audience doesn’t need to know that. So will you do it? My shows always do best when I have a beautiful young lady assisting me.”
You blushed again. He thought you were beautiful? In that moment, you decided to take him up on the offer. It sounded like fun, actually. “Alright, I’ll do it.”
He grinned. “Great! Sit in the front row. When the show starts, I’ll ask for volunteers from the audience. Raise your hand and I’ll pick you.”
You nodded, and he gently took your hand to help you down the small set of steps leading off the stage. You left the tent, then waited nearby for the carnival barker to begin yelling for people to come watch the magic show. You bought a ticket, then went inside along with several other people. You took a seat in the front, and tried to calm your frantically beating heart. You’d never been part of a show before, so you were quite nervous.
After all the seats in the audience were full, the lights in the tent were extinguished until only a few remained on the stage, where a deep purple curtain had been lowered. After a few minutes of tension, the curtain raised, revealing Atsuhiro in his mask. He strode across the stage, introducing himself and making grand promises of amazing and mystical feats to come.
Finally, he stepped toward the front edge of the stage and said, “I need a lovely assistant to aid me this evening. Do I have any volunteers from the audience?”
You raised your hand instantly, then worried that you would appear too eager. You looked behind you to find that almost every adult woman in the audience had their hand raised as well. They were all looking up at Atsuhiro with shining eyes and blushing faces, looking desperate to be chosen. You didn’t blame them. Atsuhiro was very handsome and incredibly charming.
He looked out over the crowd as if trying to decide who to choose. For a moment, you felt a stab of fear. What if he didn’t choose you? What if he was playing a mean trick on you? Just as you were about to lower your hand, he looked straight at you and said, “You there, in the blue dress, front row! Step up here, please!”
You exhaled a breath of relief and stood up, smoothing your dress as you approached the steps leading up to the stage. Atsuhiro met you there and extended his hand. You took it, and he helped you up, your dainty sandals making a clicking sound on the wooden steps.
He led you to the center of the stage and, still holding your hand in his, turned to the audience. “Let’s have a round of applause for my beautiful assistant for this evening!”
The audience clapped, though you noticed that several women were glaring at you as if you’d been caught kissing their boyfriends. You smiled to the crowd, feeling a little bit special.
For the next hour, you stood on the stage with Atsuhiro and did exactly as he told you. Once you had to inspect a black silk top hat to ensure that it was empty. Once you waved your arms over a chair to show the audience that no strings were attached to it. Once he told you to put your hands in his various pockets to make sure he had nothing in them, and your cheeks burned as your hands slipped in and out of his clothes, necessitating that you stood right up against him. You realized that he smelled good, like sandalwood and citrus.
Finally, Atsuhiro led you over to the large wooden box in the center of the stage. “For my final act, I shall make this lovely lady disappear!”
He opened the box, the front panel swinging forward to reveal the empty wooden case. He gestured for you to step inside, so you did. He stepped up to you and reached inside to pat the walls, though his hand grazed over your breasts as he did so. “This is sturdy oak! My dear, give us a jump to show how strong the wood is.”
You felt a little silly, but you jumped up and down a few times, your heels making a racket on the wood. When he was close enough, you whispered, “What do I do?”
Atsuhiro didn’t look at you as he whispered back, “You’ll see.”
He closed the box, casting you into total darkness. You could hear him walking around the box, occasionally tapping the sides of it with a cane. After one particular tap on the back, you heard a faint click, and a dim light appeared beneath your feet. You realized that part of the bottom of the box had cracked open. You had barely enough room to reach down and pull up a wooden panel that matched the rest of the box.
Beneath the open panel, the tiny light illuminated what appeared to be another box, this one padded. It had to be under the stage itself. You realized then what you were supposed to do. The box under you was horizontal instead of upright, and the opening the panel revealed was small. Would you even fit? You had to try, and judging by what you were hearing from Atsuhiro, you didn’t have much time!
You stepped one foot down into the lower box, carefully and quietly. Luckily the padding prevented your heels from making noise. As you placed your other foot inside and squirmed into position in the second box, you dress was shoved up to your waist, and you had no room to fix it. You curled up in the box as best you could and then closed the panel behind you.
You could hear Atsuhiro open the wooden box on stage. You could also hear cheers from the audience. The trick must have been a success! But soon after, once the excitement wore off, you began to feel claustrophobic while crammed into the tiny space beneath the stage. Should you open the panel and try to climb back out? You doubted you had room to. And what if some lingering audience members saw you emerge? Difficult as it was, you decided to wait and trust Atsuhiro to get you out when he was ready.
Several more minutes passed, and then you felt the entire box you were in being pulled across the ground. There was a rope attached to one end, and Atsuhiro used it to pull you out from under the stage, at the back. That’s when you realized the box you were in was made of glass, with the sides and top completely clear. Atsuhiro stood over the box, looking down at you, his mask gone.
You remembered then that you must look horribly indecent, your dress up around your waist, your thighs and panties on display. You twisted in the box in an attempt to cover yourself, and Atsuhiro grinned. “Oh? Is Sleeping Beauty stirring?”
You reddened when you heard his voice. Didn’t the prince wake Sleeping Beauty up with a kiss? The thought sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. Did you want him to kiss you?
Instead of opening the small panel you’d crawled down through, he released a latch on the side and lifted the whole top up, just like a coffin. He reached his hand toward you. “I’m sorry you had to wait a little while. I had to wait for the crowd to clear out. Are you alright?”
You took his hand and he gently pulled you to your feet. “I’m alright,” you told him, stepping out of the box with his assistance. As your feet hit the ground, he pulled you closer to him, until your bodies touched. You looked up at him, his face inches from yours. You did want him to kiss you. More than anything.
“You did a wonderful job,” he told you. “Would you like to be my assistant for every show tonight?”
The thrill those words sent coursing through you could never be described. You nodded excitedly. “Yes, I’d love to!”
And so the night continued. You assisted him during several more shows, each following the same pattern. You were no longer nervous about being in the glass box, and you felt like you were getting more skilled at slipping into it quickly and quietly.
Between shows, the two of you took breaks backstage and chatted. You loved Atsuhiro’s friendly, easy-going nature and the way he touched you gently yet casually. Everyone had always been afraid to touch you, knowing who your father was. But Atsuhiro didn’t seem to fear the man at all.
After the last show of the night, Atsuhiro helped you out of the glass box for the final time. You didn’t want it to end, but what could you do to stop it?
As he held your arm until you steadied yourself, he pulled off his mask with his free hand and said, “Would you like to do this again tomorrow night?”
Your heart nearly burst. “I can?”
He smiled and leaned in close to you. “I would be honored, my dear, to have such a beautiful assistant again.”
His face was close to yours, and you thought he might actually kiss you then. You looked up at him, your cheeks flushed, and said, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”
He leaned even closer, his lips almost brushing yours, and then he pulled away, ushering you over to the full length mirror he’d been using to check his costume and mask between shows. He turned you to face the mirror, him standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders.
“Look at yourself. You’re a rare beauty, but you’re like a rose that’s had a glass case placed over it to preserve it. You should be free to express yourself, and to let others appreciate that beauty, if you desire.”
You were blushing more than ever, your breaths coming more quickly as his hands slowly slid down your arms, pulling the straps of your dress with them. Your breath hitched as the fabric slipped down, under your full breasts, exposing them. You’d never shown them to any man, but somehow you weren’t afraid, even as his hands moved around to softly grope them. You sighed in pleasure, watching his hands work, occasionally meeting his gaze in the mirror.
He moved his hands lower, pushing your dress down over your hips so that it pooled at your feet. Now you did feel embarrassed as he looked at the reflection of your white lace panties. Then he looked you in the eyes as he pushed one hand down the front of those panties and massaged your most private place. You gasped as you felt one finger slip inside and stroke your clit. In the mirror, you could see the shape of his hand through the thin fabric, could watch it move as he kneaded and squeezed.
You suddenly felt weak as you felt a growing wetness under his touch. His other hand was still working at your breast, now rubbing your nipple between his thumb and finger. You realized you were moaning softly, though the sounds you were making seemed more like whimpers. You looked at Atsuhiro. His dark eyes were watching your face, and you were shocked when you followed his gaze. Was that really your face making such lewd expressions? Your cheeks were red, your lips parted, your eyes glassy and wet, your hair messy.
His fingers moved vigorously over your most sensitive spots, and your legs began to tremble. Then a wave of pleasure crashed over you, radiating throughout your whole body and making you feel like your legs would give way beneath you. You leaned back against his firm body as he withdrew his hand. You breathed heavily for a few minutes before standing up straight and then turning to face him.
He was looking at you with those dark eyes, a smile on his lips. You stood on your tiptoes to get closer, attempting to kiss him, but he stopped you. “Let’s save some fun for tomorrow night,” he said, then bent down and pulled your dress back up by its straps, helping you pull them back on. He took one of your hands in his and lifted it to his mouth, where he gave it a slow, lingering kiss.
His touch felt electric. You wanted his body pressed against yours, but you contained your desire and said goodbye to him. That night you could thing of nothing but the magician. You even touched yourself in bed, imagining his warm hand between your thighs, his dark eyes watching you through the mirror.
The next evening, you arrived early to the carnival and used your status as the property owner’s daughter to get in before they were actually open. You practically ran to Atsuhiro’s tent, but he wasn’t there. The jumbled props on the stage reassured you though. He probably just wasn’t ready to set up yet. You distracted yourself from the wait by eating some type of sandwich served on thick, flat white bread with chunks of chicken and a white sauce. Then you tried your hand at the balloon darts game, winning nothing.
After you walked around for a few more minutes, you returned to Atsuhiro’s tent. This time, he was there on stage. His mask and long coat that looked more like a cape toward the bottom were gone. His red sparkling vest covered a white button down shirt, and he’d rolled the sleeves up to work. Seeing him this way made him seem more human to you, so you silently watched for a few minutes.
At one point, as he was dragging a heavy looking crate across the stage, he must have hit his toe on the corner of it. “Ow, fuck!” he exclaimed, stepping away and shaking the hurt foot. His tone of voice seemed completely different from how he’d sounded the night before, and you found yourself giggling. He looked up sharply, then his eyes fell on you standing just inside the tent.
The smooth smile was back on his face in an instant. “Oh, there you are, my lovely assistant,” he said, the more formal, charming tone back.
You laughed. “You don’t have to use your stage voice with me. I think I like the regular you even more.”
He looked a little embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his head, messing up his thick hair a bit. “You heard that? Sorry.”
You approached the stage and climbed the small set of steps to stand near him, feeling almost at home there now. “It’s alright. It made you feel more real.”
He looked at you with a strange expression, then quickly looked away. “Do you want to help me set things up?”
“Of course,” you replied, and jumped right into setting up the stage. You remembered where most of the props went, but there were a few new items tonight, so you had to ask him where they went. Atsuhiro busied himself with setting up the larger items, including the wooden box that you “disappeared” in.
At one point you glanced over to find him staring at you from across the stage. When you gave him a questioning look, he seemed to redden slightly as he said, in his normal voice, “You look really nice tonight.”
You positively beamed when he said it. You’d worn your prettiest dress, your nicest shoes, fixed your hair and makeup perfectly, all in the hopes that he would compliment you. You smiled brightly at him and said, “Thank you, Atsuhiro!”
He smiled back, and for the first time, it didn’t seem like a stage smile.
When the first show began, Atsuhiro didn’t bother to ask for volunteers, but instead simply introduced you as his assistant “for the evening”. The show went well, with a few new tricks that still followed a similar formula to the previous night. It still ended with the disappearing act, so once again you found yourself in the glass box under the stage. When Atsuhiro pulled you out a few minutes later and helped you step out of the box, you were so excited and happy that you threw yourself into his arms.
He caught you, took one look at your breathless, eager face, and suddenly pressed his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. His hands flew to your hair, pulling you even closer, his tongue pushing into your mouth. Your dress fell to the floor at your feet, you didn’t even notice when he slid it down, and he led you back over to the glass box while still kissing you.
He picked you up off your feet and set you back down in the box, then gently pushed you onto your back against the padded bottom of the interior. He climbed in on top of you and pulled your panties off you so fast that they ripped. You didn’t care. All you wanted was to feel him all over you.
You tugged at his clothes, and he threw off his mask and coat, then unbuttoned his vest and shirt, revealing his surprisingly toned chest. He opened his pants as he continued kissing you, and you ran your hands under his unbuttoned shirt.
There was a strange sense of desperation in the air around the two of you as he pulled his cock out of his pants and immediately shoved it inside you. Gone were his careful, gentle touches, replaced by hot, primal grabs and thrusts. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder to hide the tears forming in your eyes. You’d never felt so overwhelmed, physically and emotionally. You clung to him as if he were an anchor in a churning sea of pleasure and pain.
His cock thrusting into you was rougher than you expected, his hands gripping your hair tightly, but it felt raw and real, like you were alive for the first time. He pulled back a bit to look at your face, then kissed you again on the lips, then the neck, running his tongue along your throat. One of his hands left your hair to squeeze your breast, and you moaned loudly, calling his name as his cock rubbed against a very pleasurable spot.
When you climaxed, you wrapped your legs around Atsuhiro’s waist, pulling him deeper into you. He followed soon after, cumming inside you as you held onto him. It took a few minutes of panting and shaking for you to let him disentangle himself and stand up. He sat on the edge of the glass box and watched you wipe your eyes with both hands. Had you really been crying?
After a little while longer, he stood and began buttoning his clothes, checking himself in the mirror as he replaced the coat and mask. “The next show starts in ten minutes. Are you okay, or do you need a few more minutes? I can delay for-“
“I can do it,” you said quickly, sitting up in the box. You climbed out before he could step over to help you, and retrieved your dress. He helped you pull it over your head, then both of you looked around for your panties, which he’d tossed behind his shoulder. He found them a few feet away and held them up. “Sorry, I don’t think these are wearable now.” Indeed they were ripped to the point that they wouldn’t stay on.
“It’s okay,” you said, blushing despite everything that had happened, “my dress is long. No one should see anything.”
He grinned and kissed you lightly on the lips. “But how can I focus on my act when I know there’s nothing else under that dress?”
You smiled sheepishly, and he winked at you before going over to push the glass box back into position under the stage.
The next show was very uncomfortable, as you didn’t have time to clean up and you could practically feel his cum trickling down your legs. But during the next break, he gave you a handkerchief to wipe away the worst of it.
During the fourth break, he sat on a stool and pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. He looked you in the eyes and asked, “What would your father think if he knew you’d been fucked by a carnie?”
The question made you feel uneasy. “Let’s not talk about father,” you told him, leaning in to kiss him.
He kissed you back and dropped the subject, instead making light conversation about the next show.
After the final show was over, you lingered backstage, watching Atsuhiro remove his mask and cape and roll his sleeves up again. Would he invite you to come back tomorrow? You hoped he would, but you wasn’t sure how to broach the topic.
He turned to face you and said, “Want me to walk you to the gate?”
On one hand, you loved the idea of walking across the carnival grounds with him, but on the other, you hated the idea of this all being over. You could come back and watch his shows tomorrow night, even if you weren’t his assistant. But would you be able to bear watching it without being on stage with him? Or even worse, watching another woman be selected from the audience to be his assistant?
You pushed the thoughts from your mind and took the arm he offered, walking with him out the back exit of the tent.
The carnival was winding down, only a few guests were left, most of them heading for the gate. The rides had been shut down and the various games were closed up. As you walked between tents, you caught a glimpse of smoke billowing up into the night sky from some sort of large metal container.
“What’s that?”
Atsuhiro looked over at the smoke and said, “We like to burn off trash at the end of each day. Keeps the place more neat.”
You said nothing more, but as the two of you headed toward the gate, you thought you faintly heard someone screaming.
As you approached the exit, you couldn’t remain quiet any longer. You stopped walking and turned to Atsuhiro. “What about tomorrow night? Will you need an assistant again?”
He stared at your face for several seconds, and it seemed like he was conflicted about something. Finally he smiled and said, “If you want to be my assistant again, I’d be happy to have you.”
You beamed at him, absolutely glowing with joy. “I’ll be here!”
Atsuhiro gave your lips a slow, gentle kiss, and you left out the gate.
On the third and final night of the carnival, you arrived early again, and this time you found Atsuhiro setting up the stage in his white shirt with the rolled up sleeves, the red vest draped over a prop.
You walked onto the stage and began helping, and he looked at you with a complicated expression. Was something wrong? Or did he perhaps feel a certain way about this being your last night together? You’d tried not to think about that, and had already planned to ask when the carnival was coming back to town. The thought even crossed your mind to ask him if he’d be willing to stay here, maybe even work at your father’s factory.
Regardless, you wanted to enjoy this time with him to the fullest. You approached him somewhat shyly and took his hand. “Come with me over here,” you told him, leading him over to the wooden box, which was at the back of the stage near the curtain, having not been dragged into place yet.
He seemed surprised, but went along with you, even as you lightly pushed him against the box and pulled the curtain around the two of you. Then you dropped to your knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants. His eyes widened slightly as he watched you pull his cock from his pants and stroke it until it was fully hard. You’d never seen it up close before, as it had quickly disappeared inside you the night before. You gave it a tentative lick, gliding your tongue over the tip, and it seemed like his whole body stiffened.
You smiled up at him, and his eyes met yours. This time his face was flushed, his breathing getting faster as you licked him again, this time from base to tip. You didn’t know any techniques, you were just following your instincts. But he seemed to be enjoying it. Especially when you wrapped your lips around him and slid forward, using your saliva to make his cock slippery. You felt one of his hands in your hair, and you loved the feeling of his fingers threading through the strands.
After several minutes of moving your lips back and forth along his length, occasionally pulling back to lick the tip, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and suddenly hot sticky cum coated your tongue and throat.
You pulled back, and some of it dripped down your lips. You wiped them with a handkerchief you’d brought in your pocket, then stood up. Atsuhiro was still breathing hard, one of his hands gripping the edge of the wooden box behind him. He still seemed surprised when he asked, “What was that for?”
“I just wanted to make you feel good.”
He smiled. “Well it worked.”
Then a voice you recognized as the carnival barker at the entrance of the tent yelled, “Fifteen minutes until the first show!”
Atsuhiro quickly buttoned his pants and the two of you scrambled to get the stage set up in time.
The first show went off without a hitch. The audience was a bit bigger than usual but you suspected many carnival-goers had decided to save the magic show for the last night.
As the second show began, you spotted a familiar face in the front row. Your father sat just a few feet from the stage, his arms crossed. You walked over and stood in front of him. “What are you doing here, father?”
His stern face relaxed into a smile when he looked at you. “I heard you were helping with the magic show. I thought I’d come watch.”
You wasn’t sure how you felt about that, but you kissed his cheek and returned to the stage as Atsuhiro watched. It didn’t occur to you until minutes later that you probably still had some of Atsuhiro’s cum on your lips.
The show went smoothly at first, getting through the first three tricks without issue. But as the fourth trick was being set up, you heard your father’s voice yell, “He didn’t pay for that!”
Both you and Atsuhiro froze on the stage and looked down at the first row, where your father was arguing with a young lady selling cups of popcorn from a box. There was a small, dirty child clutching a cup of popcorn, tears in his eyes.
Atsuhiro stepped over to the edge of the stage and jumped down, then approached your father. “What seems to be the problem, sir?”
Your father glared at him. “This child didn’t pay for his popcorn! How much do you freaks just give away like this? A cut to your profits is a cut to my profits!”
Atsuhiro looked back at you for a moment, then turned and squatted down in front of the child. He reached behind the child’s ear and pulled out a coin. “Here you go, now you can pay for your popcorn!”
The audience clapped as the child dropped the coin into the nearby lady’s money pouch. Your father grumbled but said nothing more.
After the show was over, your father got up to leave, so you walked with him to the tent’s exit.
“I’ll send someone to pick you up later,” he told you.
“Oh, I’ll be a little later tonight. I want to oversee them doing some of the packing. They plan to leave before morning.”
You really just wanted to spend more time with Atsuhiro, but your father nodded. “Don’t stay more than a couple hours later. We can inspect the grounds tomorrow after they’re gone.”
“Of course, father. See you at home.”
You returned to the stage and finished out the last few shows, each one feeling like sand rushing through an hourglass, counting the moments until Atsuhiro would be gone.
Finally, after the last show, you sat on top of the glass box and sighed. “That was fun! I’m going to miss it.”
Atsuhiro had his back to you as he stood in front if the mirror and removed his mask and coat.
“When will you be back?”
He glanced at you through the mirror. “Probably next year around this time,” he replied.
You felt a stab of panic. “Next year? That long?”
Atsuhiro nodded.
“In that case, is there any way you could just… stay here?”
He turned around and looked at you, wearing an expression you couldn’t quite identify. Then his face broke into a smile and he said, “Would you like to help me with one last show?”
You blinked, confused. “I thought we just did the last show.”
“For the townspeople, yes. But I usually put on a small magic show just for the carnival workers on the last night. Just a little treat to reward them for all their hard work.”
“And you want me to help?”
“If you’re willing,” he said.
You stood up, suddenly energized. “I’d love to!”
“Then can you meet me back here in half an hour? I need to take care of a few things.”
“Sure. I’ll go get something to drink. I think a few of the food carts are still open.”
He gave you a quick kiss as you left the tent out the back way. You killed time by getting a lemonade and watching the guests leave as the lights on the various rides shut off, one by one.
After enough time had passed, you returned to the tent, where the carnival barker ushered you around to the back. “He’s waiting for you back here,” he said.
You nodded and went into the tent via the back entrance. The inside of the tent was dark, a bit darker than normal. You didn’t see Atsuhiro, so you called his name.
His voice called back, “I’m on stage. Can you help me finish setting up?”
You climbed up to the back side of the stage and walked through a wall of thick purple curtains. There you found the front stage. As expected, the front curtain was still down. It only raised at the beginning of shows. What was unexpected was the glass box sitting in the center of the stage, where the wooden one normally sat. Why was it here instead of under the stage?
You walked over to it and placed one hand on it. You were going to miss this box. You’d had such fun in it, even made love for the first time in it. You smiled as you ran your hand along the smooth surface.
That’s when you felt Atsuhiro’s hands on you from behind, caressing you, sliding the bottom of your dress up to your waist.
You looked at him over your shoulder. “Atsuhiro? What are-“
“Shhh,” he said, “People are already taking their seats. If we’re quiet, no one will know.”
You relaxed and allowed him to pull down you panties, then you heard the rustle of his pants opening. “Is this really the best time?”
He leaned forward until his mouth was against your ear. “I want to make you feel good one last time.”
Last? Then you remembered he was leaving tonight and might never come back. The words were painful to hear, but his hand reaching around between your thighs eased that pain. His fingers rubbed your clit in slow, firm motions until you were sticky with arousal, then he pressed you forward until you were bent over the glass box, and slid his cock inside you from behind.
You gasped and almost moaned, but held back. You didn’t want the audience to hear. Atsuhiro thrust into you, somehow hitting deeper than before from this angle. One of his hands was running though your hair, the other still curled around you, working at your clit. It felt incredible.
Your breaths were coming in small gasps as you were pounded against the glass box, your hands grasping it for dear life. You turned your head to try to look back at him. “Atsuhiro… I… I lo-“
He leaned around and kissed you, cutting off your declaration. He kept his mouth on yours, keeping your moans muffled, until he came inside you. You closed your eyes as you rested your head on the glass box, feeling your own climax coming. You let out one moan, a little louder than you intended, as the pleasure washed over you.
Atsuhiro pulled out just as the curtain raised, revealing a tent full of people staring at you, collapsed against the box, your dress pulled up to your waist and your panties around your knees, still panting and trembling from your orgasm, cum dripping down your thighs.
You stood up quickly, jerking your panties up and your dress down. Had there been a mistake? Had someone raised the curtain too early? You looked back at Atsuhiro, expecting to find him looking embarrassed or surprised, but you found him wearing his mask and looking at you with cold eyes.
“What’s going on?” you demanded.
Atsuhiro gestured toward the crowd, and when he spoke, his stage voice was back. “Don’t you recognize tonight’s audience, my dear?”
You looked back out across the faces gathered in the tent. Immediately you realized these were not carnival workers, but locals. Looking closely, you recognized several of them. There was your family’s former maid, whom your father fired because she asked for a day off to visit her dying mother. There was the elderly couple who had to close down their little store because your father opened a much bigger one right across the street from them. There was your gardener, who after being a loyal employee for twenty years, begged your father to pay him just three days early so that he could afford treatment for his sick child. Your father refused, and the child ended up dying.
What were these people doing here now? You looked back, and with a small voice that didn’t sound like your own, said, “Atsuhiro?”
He strode over to the glass box and tossed the lid back on its hinges. You watched him, so stunned you couldn’t move. Then he gathered you into his arms, picking you up like a bride, and threw you into the box. Your brain still wasn’t processing what was happening. You looked up at him as he stood over the box.
“Atsu-“
He slammed the lid shut, and secured a latch on the side. At that point your brain finally cleared enough for you to realize something terrible was happening. You clawed and hit against the glass, screaming, “Let me out! Why are you doing this?!”
Atsuhiro turned and retrieved something from a box. When he faced you again, you could see that he was holding a huge, dangerous looking metal saw. That’s also when you noticed the two slits in the glass, on either side of you, right at your abdomen, going from the lid down to the bottom. The full horror of the situation finally clicked into place.
But he couldn’t do this, could he? It had to be some sort of sick joke, some attempt to frighten you. As he approached the glass box, you looked him in the eyes. “Please, Atsuhiro, tell me this is a joke. There’s no way you would hurt me, right? Why would you?”
When he replied, he did so in a loud voice. “Looking out over this sea of people your father hurt, you really can’t think of a single reason why this is happening to you?”
You shook your head. “No! I don’t even know them that well! It was my father who hurt them, not me! I didn’t even notice them!”
Atsuhiro leaned down so that his face was close to the glass and said, “That, my dear, is exactly the problem. You were the only person who had any sort of influence over your father. You were the only person he would have listened to. But these people were beneath your notice. Did you ever say a single word in their defense? No, because you didn’t care what happened to them.”
Your eyes scanned the crowd again, your face stricken with horror. It was true. All of it was. But you didn’t deserve to die for that! You opened your mouth to say so, but Atsuhiro spoke again. “You’re also the only thing your father cares about, besides money of course. Utterly destroying you is the worst thing anyone could do to him.”
So this was about hurting your father? How long had this been planned? Had this all been a trick from the start? Tears streamed down your face as the cruelty of it all sank in.
Then, Atsuhiro held up the saw for the audience to see. “And now for the grand finale, I will saw this lovely lady in half!”
He positioned the saw at the slit in the glass, then shoved it in. You yelped, trying to squirm away, but the saw hadn’t reached you yet, and the box was too small for you to move around in. Then he lowered his hand, and the saw along with it, until you could feel the cold metal teeth resting against your body.
You banged on the glass and yelled, “Please don’t do this! Please don’t hurt me! Atsuhiro!”
Then, in one strong, vicious motion, he ripped the saw back out the slit, dragging it across your body. That first motion cut your dress, and the top layer of skin, apart. You screamed and thrashed wildly, blood splattering the inside of the box and dripping from the saw on the outside. Before you could fully comprehend the pain, he shoved the saw back in, and began a rhythm of sawing back and forth, in and out, each time digging the metal teeth deeper into your fresh wounds.
You screamed like an animal, most of it incomprehensible, but occasionally forming words like, “It hurts!” and, “Please stop!”
The pain was unimaginable, agony upon agony, blood spraying the glass and even splashing on Atsuhiro’s clothes and face when he dragged the saw out each time. At some point his mask fell off while he was sawing, and you saw his eyes. As you slipped into merciful death, blood pouring out of your mouth, your last conscious thought was, “Why do you look so pained when you’re the one killing me?”
****
It was an hour after that final show, after your death, when Atsuhiro was sitting on an overturned crate outside his tent, looking up at the stars. The fire dancer Touya walked over and stood beside him.
“It’s all been arranged,” Touya said. “Her father will find the pieces of her on his doorstep in the morning, after we’re gone. Dozens of locals will give eye witness accounts of seeing her leave the carnival grounds early, alone.”
Atsuhiro didn’t look at him, but said, “Thanks.”
Touya watched him for a while, then sighed and said, “What’s with you? It’s not like this is the first time you’ve fucked a target. That pussy must have been incredible.”
Atsuhiro leaned back against a pole holding up the tent. “It wasn’t that. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was incredible, but that’s not the issue.”
“Then what is?”
Atsuhiro finally met the fire dancer’s gaze. “I almost let her go. I almost backed out. That second night, she told me she liked the ‘regular me’ better than my stage persona. And when she smiled at me, she looked like the sun. But then that pompous asshole of a father had to show up and remind me why I was doing this. And I watched her, to see what she would do. She stood by while her father raged at a poor starving child for getting free popcorn, and said nothing. That’s when I knew the townspeople were right about her.”
Touya shrugged. “So your idea of justice was served. Too late to regret it now.”
“Yeah, too late,” Atsuhiro replied, looking down at the blood that still stained his hands.
Shigaraki would be such a degrading, whiny, needy, feral fuck. You literally cannot convince me otherwise.
He’s completely vocal, moaning when it feels good, telling you how you feel, how you make him feel, ughhhgg
“Your pussy is so good to me…”
“You know what you’re doing to me, fucking slut. But with the way your cunts squeezing me, I’d say I’m returning the favor, yeah?”
“Tell me who’s making you feel like this… yeah baby it’s me. I’m the one fucking up into your guts. You feel so good princess.”
He’d be so rough but he wouldn’t even know, he’s dragging his nails down your back, yanking your hair, slapping you around, folding and using your body like his own personal sex toy. He’ll bring you to the edge and back, or have you in a nonstop spawn of the fall. He’d spit in your face, shove his fingers in your mouth till he’s at the hilt. Don’t even get me started on when he fucks your face until your sobbing and struggling to breath.
“You think crying is gonna help you? Huh? Swallow my fucking cock, your whore mouth has done before and you’ll do it again.”
And if he’s feeling desperate?
You’re in control in these moments, and you’re taking advantage of everything you can. Paybacks a bitch, and you’re that bitch. Put him through half of what he puts you through and he’ll be begging for mercy. But you won’t listen, the safe word hasn’t been dropped, and until then he’ll be suffocating between your thighs. Let him be bratty during these moments, if he bites, you’ll bite back harder. He’d moan and whine under you, begging you for something, anything at that point. His cock is swollen and drooling, veins extended across the length of it.
“Please baby, I need you.”
“You fuck me so good, let me make you feel good…”
“Can I cum? Let me fill you up baby, please-“
Shiggy has a thing for creampies!! Not breeding though, I feel like for him he’d be more into the notion of marking his territory, even if he’s begging to. He needs to make sure that pussy is his, and filled to the brim with only him.
A/N: Literally just wanted to thirst about Shigaraki eating his cum and instead it grew into this. Thank you so much to @eikatslut; @katonshoko; and @touyas-peach for your help!! And for listening to me rant about this for so long. 😭😭😭 And an extra special thanks to @eikatslut for beta’ing!
Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x F! Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: When Shigaraki lets your name slip, and you slip his, tensions mount till you find him fucking himself in your bed, i.e.you peg the guy and a bunch of other nasty stuff.
Warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Female Masturbation, Male Masturbation, Sex Toys, Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation (Sort of), Cum Eating, Anal Play, Anal Plug, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Alcohol, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Oral M! Receiving, Cunnilingus, Switch! Reader, Switch! Shigaraki.
In your defense, you'd never meant to fall for your boss.
You had joined the League of Villains out of a sense of righting a wrong world. Aspirations of starting over and fixing society compelled you to join his cause. So, when you finally signed up, you had been expecting an imposing figure. An idol among men for people to gather around. Someone who'd strike anyone as malicious the second they laid eyes on him.
Instead, you had Shiggy….
Granted he was positively terrifying. Just only when the moment called for it. As a member of the League, you were far more likely to catch him in his plaid pajama pants sleepily brushing his teeth. His hair all ruffled up from a long night. Or sleep-deprived and over-caffeinated after a late-night gaming binge; like the walking dead and in desperate need of a nap. Then you had your personal favorite, nervous Shigaraki that retreated into his hoodie just a bit, a faint blush on his cheeks, completely unfiltered as always but a hint of bluster as he yelled at you to get lost. Even though he was far from what you had expected, he still managed to make your heart thump.
Sure, he was rough around the edges, but there was something that just drew you to him. Like the fact that despite being the center of the LoV he seemed to cling to the outskirts, choosing a drink with Kurogiri over getting into the antics of everyone else.
That and you knew he was at least mildly interested, catching him more than once checking out your ass or chest. Turning bright red and angrily muttering at you if you so much as implied what he was up to. So, while you certainly hadn’t meant to but somewhere in all those nights sitting at a cozy bar or stuck somewhere on a mission going south, you’d found that you had grown interested, too. Not that you could do anything about it though. The moves you had made to get closer to him so far had gone ignored or met with hostility and you had a sinking suspicion Shigaraki was the kind of person to ignore rather than confront any urges in your favor.
Boy had you been wrong.
Shigaraki never meant to fall for you.
He had always been alone, or at least, it’d been so long since he’d had anyone it felt like it’d always been just him. That was just what he was used to. He never really expected to have anyone.
So why were you so puzzling to him?
It wasn’t as though there was this lightning moment, you certainly weren’t presented as a romantic interest. Just a new recruit like anyone else. Then a member, like many more around you. Doing what was expected, like anyone else. A standard companion rather than any kind of special character. Except you just kept showing up.
All the time.
When missions ended up fucked and he’d have to force an evacuation, or when he was at the hideout, a rare moment where his guard was down.
A stupid smile on your face, honeyed words, and understanding. He wanted you. Wanted to figure out why you always had a sweet thing to say to him when he did nothing but spit venom or ignore you.
You were on his mind all the time. But his curiosity wasn’t as bad as his imagination.
Nails scratching down his thighs, mouth wrapped around his cock, eyes wide and innocent, not so dissimilar from the wide-eyed look you gave him every time you interacted.
He was tortured, images of you haunting him, unable to escape you during the day and night, your perfume on his nose, phantom feelings of your skin under his fingerprints. It was a cruel joke, not like anyone would let him touch them, especially not you.
So, if he was going to be alone forever anyways, he had to do something to ease this tension.
It started small. A pocket pussy when his fist no longer felt like enough.
The tight feeling of it around his cock never failed to send him cross-eyed in pleasure, filling it up with his cum as he imagined that it was you who was bouncing on his cock. Your cunt squeezing him like a vice grip as you milked him for all he's worth.
But he was still curious, wondering what it'd be like to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, leaving lipstick rings around him. The curiosity was insatiable, till he was sending you out on a mission, sneaking into your room while you were away. Grabbing your favorite shade just so he can see what it'd look like. The sight alone had him almost cumming, too lost in the image of painting your pretty face with his cum.
He wondered if you’d like that, like licking the cum from off your face. Wiping fingers down your chest and sucking on them to clean them off. He wondered what it would be like, trying his own cum to see if it tastes alright. The salty-sweet flavor was addicting, the taboo nature of what he was doing, how gross he was being. Jacking himself off only to clean himself off with his tongue. Wondering how your juices would be different. Craving to see how they mixed. Filling your tight little pussy with his cum only to eat it out of you.
He was becoming insatiable.
You had counted yourself lucky that you shared a wall with Shiggy, almost silent for the most part, only sometimes waking you up by shouting at his games in the middle of the night but for the most part he’d been quiet.
Not anymore.
Something changed dramatically in the last month, his sounds keeping you up throughout the night, the squelching of his cock, and his latest toy spinning your head around. Spending your nights biting your fist, an ear pressed to your shared wall as you caught his little whimpers.
Fingering yourself maddeningly as you tried to race him to your pleasure, challenging yourself, one, two, and sometimes three orgasms before he finally came. Imagining what it’d be like, having him abuse your cunt instead of some toy he’d picked up. You could scarcely meet his eye anymore. Sure, that your desperation would show on your face. Desperate to pin him down and fuck yourself on him till you couldn’t cum anymore.
It all came to a head one night, three fingers shoved into your cunt, your face shoved into a pillow, humping your hand like mad when you heard it.
He was calling out your name.
“Come on, cum for me, please,” you heard him beg, moving your hand in time to his strokes, closing your eyes and pretending he was there above you. His begging growing louder as you both grew more desperate.
You didn’t know what came over you. You were so close, so caught up in the vision when it slipped out. A near-silent plea.
“Tomura please,”
You came right then, hearing as Shigaraki’s strokes stuttered out.
“Shit shit shit,” he grunted out as he came.
You sat there in silent terror. Waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for him to come in but he never did. It wasn’t until well into the afternoon the next day did you dare exit your room.
But Shigaraki was already long gone.
“Tomura please.”
He heard you, he knew he did.
Your voice, unmistakable. His first name on your lips, all breathy.
The memory sent blood straight to his cock. The stuttered sound of your voice as you came with him.
He spent the night shell-shocked. How could you have this much of an effect on him? He was beyond this, you were far more like some random NPC, someone he shouldn't be focused on. And yet you cursed him. He thought it was bad before, but now his dreams had an audio track. Over and over.
“Tomura please,”
And league outings were only making it worse. Clearly, you didn’t think he heard you, treating him as if he didn’t exist, even though you were the one that said his name. Flirting with the new recruits, laughing with Toga and Twice, or worse… Dabi
It was on one night that you especially seemed intent on torturing him. Drunk off your ass when everyone started swapping sex stories, you in the center of it all detailing your little arsenal of toys to your compatriots and exactly how you used them, a glimmer of glee in your eyes as you watched their collective mouths drop. Then with a shrug, like it was no big deal at all you said, “Sure all of that is fun, but what I want is to try pegging sometime.”
Several guys around you shifted uncomfortably, but Dabi just leaned in closer, purring for your attention. Making Shigaraki seethe. Failing to realize that you were paying attention to one person in particular as you kept going. His face flushed as you described the dream. Shigaraki’s pants growing tight as you giggled to yourself in embarrassment, before passing the attention on to someone else.
That final straw snapped him. Later that night he fell into an internet spiral. Learning everything he could. He wanted to prepare himself for you. He knew he needed more than just his hand to work himself open. He remembered your earlier conversation, well aware you were still in the bar with the rest of the League, trying to sop up the liquor with food, occupied for the next several hours. It was time for you to deal with the consequences of tormenting him for so long. So, he quietly entered the hall. Opening your bedroom door and closing it behind him.
Hesitantly, he looked under your bed, spotting a box tucked in the back just as you described. A little pink plug nestled against a bottle of lube, and a slimmer box placed there as well. He grabbed the lube, slicking up his fingers, hunched over on all fours as he teased his hole. One finger circling the rim. Carefully working his way in. Wriggling it deeper. Grabbing the plug next. Hovering it over his whole as he gently pushed it in. The stretch was intense, trying not to force himself through anything, all while he craved more. Finally, he had it all the way in. It was a strange sensation, not unpleasant, and as he squeezed around it, he could feel himself getting harder. Squirting out more lube, he slicked his length, pumping up and down as he played with the plug.
And that’s where you found him
You stumbled into your room, far later than you’d expected. Closing the door behind you before flipping on the light. And there he was, laying, his ass up as his fingers played with that cute little hole of his. Stretching himself out so he could take your cock. Your plug nestled in his ass, his other hand desperately jerking his cock. You were still a little tipsy from the remnants of alcohol in your system. Just enough to embolden you, and make you not question why he was here.
You could feel your panties getting wet at the sight before you. Arguably the most powerful man you've ever met reduced to a whiny mess. Collapsed on the bed, spit dribbling out of his mouth and a mess of lube and cum leaking out of his ass and cock. Humping his hand desperately as he made eye contact with you pleading for help. Too close to his orgasm to feel embarrassed. You spot your box of toys next to him. Noting that it was your plug in his ass, and your lube making a mess over your sheets. He hadn’t stopped his hand yet, still desperately close as he watched you take him in. Deciding what to do. He just looked so cute like this, his eyes crossed in pleasure, his cock red, and leaking. You feel your thighs pressing together, a month's worth of lusting after him hitting you all at once. You desperately wanted to help him.
So of course, you did.
You were already drenched from the sight of his debauched state, moving to the bed, and helping him onto his back. You were both silent at first, nothing more than moving together as you both processed what was happening. Nothing but labored breathing and small noises filling up the silence. You clasped his wrists and pulled them away from him. Forcing him to grasp onto the bed frame with four fingers before letting your mouth descend on his cock.
First, you blew lightly. Enjoying the cute little way, he whined and bucked his hips at you. Then you were letting the head sit on your tongue as you swirled it around. Closing your lips around him and sucking hard. Having your tongue loll out from your mouth to lick him further down the base before you follow not far behind with the rest of your mouth. Bringing your hands to play with the heavy sack sitting at the base of his cock. His hips twitching each time you touch him.
He had been achingly close for so long and watching his fantasy be fulfilled before his very eyes was proving too much to handle. The sight of ruby red lips enclosed around the base of his cock while tears pricked in your eyes as you struggled to take all of him was emblazoned forever in his mind. You can feel the way he's getting closer, the tension in his cock unbearably tight when you pull off. Earning a growl from Shigaraki.
"Behave," you warned, and he eyed you suspiciously before you started removing clothes. Pulling off your shirt first, then discarding your pants. You hear an audible gasp when you let your bra fall. And Shigaraki looked like he was already in nirvana, tongue lolled out and drooling just at the sight of your breasts. The look didn’t last long though as you teasingly snapped the elastic of your panties. His gaze snapping downwards as you shimmy out of them. Turning around and wiggling your ass at him before walking back. Enjoying the confident boost from the thorough eye-fucking that Shigaraki was giving you.
You climbed onto the bed, grabbing at Shigaraki’s wrists, with one hand and taking his ankles with the other, effectively folding him in half and having him hold his legs as you peered at the plug, wrapping your fingers around the base before wiggling it deeper, forcing a moan out of Shigaraki's mouth while he wiggled away from you.
"Do you want me to continue?" You asked staring him down. Shigaraki dropped his legs, scooting back towards you before grabbing them again, presenting himself to you.
"Please," he mumbled, so quiet you could barely hear it. So, you continued, holding onto the plug yet again and wiggling it till you had removed it completely, staring at the gaping hole between his legs before he flexed, and it began to shrink. You looked around on the bed for some lube, spotting the small bottle discarded next to Shiggy, and lubed up your fingers.
Taking a singular finger, you traced just the edge of his asshole with your finger, watching as his hole clenched in anticipation of something. He was already stretched out for you from his earlier activities, so you managed to slowly slide in two of your fingers without much resistance. Carefully wriggling them around to stretch him out further, before hitting that specific spot that had him shuddering. Moving your fingers in and out, just brushing up against it as Shigaraki wailed for you. His legs shaking in his hold as he spread out for you.
“Oh, Shiggy you’re just sucking in my fingers,” you could feel him clenching around them. Panting as you pushed in and out.
Watching the way his cock jerked, spouting pre all over his chest, bobbing for your attention. His eyes were closed, whimpering as you separated your fingers then scissored them, stretching out his hole further.
“Makes me wonder. Was this little show all for me? Shiggy the little slut just wanting some attention huh?” He bucked his hips at the name, bearing down on your fingers as you thrust them in deeper, groaning.
"Was it a show for me Shiggy, climbing into my bed? Using my plug? Or are you just that much of a whore you couldn't control yourself?" You took your other hand fondling his balls before swiping it around the weeping tip of his dick while he shivered under you.
"For you, all for you," he stuttered out hips snapping into your hand. You moved down, squeezing the base of his cock before withdrawing your hand. Shigaraki cried out, but he didn't move his hands, moving his hips more harshly onto your fingers instead.
“Well in that case, why don't we have some fun?" You said eyes glinting with mischief "I wonder how you’d react to something bigger? Say my strap? Would you want that Shiggy?” he shook his head, but you could feel the way he was clenching around you when you said that.
“I think you’d look so pretty, all stretched out on my cock, crying as I split you open,” you could see cock bobbing, more pre pooling at the tip as you continued to talk.
“Come on Shiggy, let me fuck you,”
He stopped for a moment, looking at you, his eyes calculating. Measuring for any tricks up your sleeve.
“You want to fuck me?” The question caught you off guard.
“God yes I do, fuck Shiggy do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” you could see the blush forming on his cheeks. The gears were turning in his head.
“S-shut up,” he told you, but he was struggling to maintain his composure as you wiggled your fingers again.
“Please Shiggy,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes in an exaggerated motion.
“Fine,” he muttered, and you withdrew your fingers, ignoring his whimpers as you denied him yet another orgasm and, kissing him to quiet him down, as you grabbed the box next to him.
You unbox the strap, it wasn’t anything major, only about 6 inches, and fairly slender, but it’d be a stretch for his first time. Pulling the harness on and snapping in the dildo, you looked over to Shiggy the blush of his cheeks was deepening as he avoided your eyes, choosing instead to focus on the bright purple cock you were about to ruin him with.
“Aww aren’t you the cutest little pervert,” you cooed crawling over to him.
“You like my cock, Shiggy? Want me to fuck you with it?” he grumbled at you in response as you lubed up your strap, moving till you were between his legs.
“Ah ah ah, I want to hear you,” you tutted. Swirling the silicone dick around his puckered hole.
“Want you... to fuck me,” he rasped. His cock bobbing as you pressed against his hole.
You pressed into him, slowly pushing through the resistance his hole was giving you. Pulling out and swapping with your fingers again to stretch him wider, over and over till you were slotted all the way in. Shigaraki’s back arching each time you pushed deeper, his cock bobbing for attention, red and dripping with pre. His legs spreading wider then snapping closed on you as though he couldn’t decide if it was too much or if he wanted more.
You set a slow pace, thrusting into him deeply as your hips met the back of his thighs. Listening to the sweet little noise every time you found that special spot inside him, grazing against it just right. Over and over. Rolling your hips at the end of each stroke.
Your hand traced down his chest. Tweaking his nipples before coming to wrap around his cock, causing him to gasp and jerk as you stroked his cock. His legs shaking in his grasp already. His neck arching out for you. You bent over, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Speeding up your thrusts in time with your hand.
“M’so close,” he cried. His spine curving to meet you " Please let me cum?" He begged, his hips stuttering into you as he ground down onto your cock, desperately chasing that high before you denied him yet again.
“That’s it, cum for me,” you snapped your hips faster, speeding your wrist as he twitched and tears sprouting in the corners of his eyes as he bucked into your hand and back down against your strap. He was so close, but the sensations were all so much. You swirled your thumb across the tip of his cock and slammed your strap into him, hitting him just right as he came apart, his cum shooting all over your chest. His load coated you, the denial for so long building up an insane load. You pulled out, grabbing a tissue, you wiped the sweat from Shigaraki's brow before turning to yourself intending to wipe cum off of you when Shiggy pounced. Pulling you by your hips till you were under him, pinning you to the bed.
“What are you doing?” You asked but he interrupted you, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you deeply, his tongue coming to run across the seam of your lips before descending down your neck sucking lightly and moving again. His tongue coming out to lap his cum spattered on your breasts. Flicking over your nipple before descending lower, lapping a trail down your belly as he continued to clean you off. Making his way down to your thighs kissing and nipping at the inner skin.
“Shiggy ahhh!” you keened, and he stopped.
"It's Tomura," he said bluntly staring you down.
"What?" You asked, thoroughly confused.
"You called me Tomura before, I want you to use it when you're screaming my name," you felt your cheeks grow hot at the reminder as he grinned wickedly licking his lips before descending back to your thighs.
"Oh-okay," you stammered out. He smirked, licking a stripe up your slit causing you to jerk and shout in surprise.
"Ahhh Tomura!" He eyed you and nodded, continuing to eat you out. Swirling his tongue around your clit then flattening it into a point and entering you. Swirling around that tight ring of muscle before curling and retreating as he sucked in your juices.
"You taste so good," he moaned into you. Taking four fingers to spread your thighs wider as went deeper inside of you, coming out to lap at your clit again, leaving no part of you unattended.
"Tomura please," you whined as he licks up your cunt again. Determined to hear that phrase from you as many times as he’d imagined it in his head.
Settling on your clit as he drew it into his mouth. Playing with it with his tongue and sucking hard. Your back arched as a tendril of pleasure shot through you and you gushed a little more into his awaiting mouth.
"Shit you taste too good,” his erection growing as he ground against the bedsheets, desperately seeking some kind of friction. His cock, already hardening again.
"Tomura I’m close," you mewled your hips jerking, rubbing your cunt on his face. He dived in deeper, lapping and sucking at your clit before moving down to lavish your hole in attention. Bringing in his fingers to replace his tongue, pistoning them in and out as he played with your clit. Sucking on it gently, over and over at a maddening pace that drove you insane.
“Come on and cum already,” he growled into your pussy, the vibrations in your cunt sending you over the edge.
You carded your fingers in his hair, pulling him as close your cunt as you could while you rode his face to your completion, lost in the feel of his tongue, and the way his fingers curled just right. Working you through your orgasm as you jerked around. When you finally came down, he was still going, working you towards overstimulation.
“Stop s’too much” you begged, carding your fingers through his hair as you dragged him up.
He released your clit with a pop, your slick shining on his chin.
“Come here,” you said, framing his face with your hands as you brought your lips to his, tasting the saltiness of yourself on his tongue. You pulled away, momentarily distracted by something hot and angry bobbing against your thigh. You brought your leg around his waist to guide him against you. Rubbing your drenched slit against his length, taking in the way he shuddered under your touch.
You rubbed against him again, catching the tip for a moment watching the way his eyes rolled back in his head and he bared his neck at the sensation. You could already feel your inner walls clenching in anticipation, desiring to feel the way his thick cock stretched you out.
“Fuck me Tomura,” you breathed.
“Shit. Yeah, I can do that,” he nodded He grabbed his length, swiping a thumb across the tip to spread his pre before swirling the tip across your slit, coating the head in your slick. Pushing into you slowly. Groaning as he filled you inch by inch.
You gritted your teeth, the stretch of him already a lot but the burn turned to pleasure as he pressed further. His hips coming to meet your pelvis as he hilted himself in you. The first thrust moving your whole body with it as he pushed into you again.
“Shit shit shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned pressing into you in slow strokes as he stretched you out. His fingers coming to play with your clit as you squelched around him.
“Need more Tomura,” you whined. Bucking your hips to meet him on his downwards stroke.
He ignored you, continuing his same agonizing pace as you wiggled around him.
“Tomura please,” you begged, and he smirked to himself picking up the pace, his balls slapping against your ass as his thrusts grew harder, removing his hand from your clit to brace himself better. You, bouncing along with him as he pounded into you. You could feel the coil in your belly already forming again, the friction of his pelvis against your clit, working you up as the stretch of his cock made your eyes cross in pleasure.
He kept speeding up his hips stuttering as he grew close to his orgasm.
“Shit, I’m so close, cum with me?” he begged, changing his angle and rutting into you deeper. “Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me,” he cried out and you came apart, convulsing around him as he came, painting your inner walls with his cum as he slammed into one final time. Lost in the way you milked his cum with each squeeze of your cunt. Collapsing on top of you.
He stayed like that for a moment, warming his cock inside you as you came down. Missing the way your eyes filled with affection when you looked at him.
“Hey there,” you said softly. He grunted, rolling off you. You sat up making a move to get up when his arms snaked around your waist pulling you into his chest.
“Tomura! I’m all gross” You exclaimed.
“Shut up, you’re fine” he grumbled, snuggling his head into your hair.
“We have to clean up,” you complained. Trying to wiggle free.
“In a minute,” he said, tightening his grip around you. You rolled your eyes, giving up, and trying to fight a smile from appearing.
“Fine, just a little bit,” you said. The soft snoring coming from behind you clued you in that it’d be far longer. So, you turned around in his arms, kissing him briefly on the forehead before settling into his arms.
“Night Tomura.”
You drifted off too, pleasantly encircled in his arms. And when he woke up, you knew he wouldn’t be alone anymore.
Thank you for reading! Likes, comments, or reblogs are appreciated!! ♡
just the thought of him sitting in my lap while he sucks on my tits till they're raw and sore,,,all because I wanted to milk him dry 🥰
he gets so embarrassed when I make him massage them because he hurt his mommy💖🥺
maybe he can even cockwarm my strap-on☺
other details- established relationship, NOT INCEST, reader isn't a villain she has an apartment that she invented him to stay in
do whatever you want with this, I just want a subby Shigaraki😊
only if you're comfortable and if requests are open :)
remember to drink water and eat daily <3
(I'm 19 btw, born 2002)
oh my god i love you? youre so sweet?? you better be drinkin water and eating too >:(
Jennies gonna love me for this one LMAO
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Sub!Shigaraki x fem!reader
cw: use of strap, subby fella, dom reader, rough sex, not a ton of prep, use of mommy, strap-on cockwarming, boob pain as fuck, bruises/hickies
lmk if i missed any cw!!!
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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Walking into your apartment, Shigiraki had a familiar look on his face.
"Tough day?" You asked, seeing his disappointed demeanor.
"Yeah... don' wanna talk 'bout it." He sighed, flopping down onto the couch next to you with a huff.
You and Shigaraki had been close friends for a while- for some reason you didnt mind that he was a villain. You listened to his story and understood. The two of you bonded over things beyond villain backstory and the politics of it all.
After a while, you'd started to notice that he was needy.
He would come over after long days, flopping on to the couch and quietly asking for a drink. He would lay his head in your lap, sometimes venting about his day, and ask you to play with his hair.
You always catered to him- the need to take care of him was something you felt strongly after you heard about his past. You loved how soft he was sometimes.
One evening as he was laying on your lap, he fell asleep. You watched as he began to shift around, wondering if he was having a nightmare. But it was quite the opposite.
You listened as something fell from his mouth as he slept with is hands on your legs. Almost a moan.
"Momm-y."
In that moment, you knew what he needed- and you needed it just as bad as your face burned red.
You saw past all of the bad shit. You saw the good in him- what little there may have been. So taking care of him in every way was natural- and something you craved.
Thats how you became fuck buddies- and eventually he asked you to be his girlfriend. Every time he had a hard day, he would come in and sigh, finding his place on the couch and you would take care of him.
He spent his days having control- planning missions and dodging heroes. He needed to let go and be told what to do- to not think for a while. And you happily granted him that.
"C'mere." You said, patting your lap.
Shigaraki happily obliged, putting his legs on either side of you. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent.
"There's my baby boy." You whispered, your fingers playing with his hair as you felt him smile against your neck.
His hips moved as he began to grind on you, wanting to feel you as close as possible. When you didn't fight it, his hands trailed up your chest, touching your clothed boobs lightly. A soft moan left your mouth at the contact, making Shigaraki move his hips again, needing friction. Making you feel good was his favorite mission.
Pulling back, he looked into your eyes with his hands on your boobs still.
"Whaddya want, pretty boy? Gonna have to use your words." You urged him on, wanting him to say what he needed.
"Wan' your tits, mommy." He responded sheepishly, the feeling of authority radiating off of you making him harder.
"Go ahead. Suck on them, baby. Make mommy feel good, yeah?" You granted him permission which made his eyes light up. Taking your shirt off for you, his mouth wasted no time finding your nipple as his hand found the other.
He spent a few minutes like this, drunk off the feeling of your soft tits in his hands and mouth- giving each nipple equal attention from his mouth, grinding his hardening cock against you. The light moans that left your mouth did nothing but make him want to do more and more to please you. To be a good boy. At one point, he even squeezed them together, his mouth leaving spit all over them as he grabbed at them lightly, moaning.
Pulling his hair lightly, you disconnected his mouth from you, earning a sad look from him.
"How about you strip for me, baby?" You asked, and he hopped off of your lap as fast as he could to obey your orders.
Once he left your lap, you stood as well, walking down the hall. His puppy dog eyes burned a hole in the back of your head.
"Where ya goin?" He asked lightly.
"C'mon. Bedroom." You ordered without turning around. His footsteps were heard behind you as he left a trail of his clothes down the hall.
Stepping into your bedroom, you took the rest of your clothes off while your boyfriend stood in the doorway, mesmerized by every inch of your body.
Opening the drawer next to your bed, you took out your favorite pink strap on- not too big and not too small. He's been good after all.
Putting it on, you sat down on the bed and gestured for Shigaraki to come over to you. He eagerly obliged.
Standing in front of you, he looked down into your eyes, the tip of his dick leaking pre.
"All worked up huh baby?" You asked, holding his hips and helping him sit down on your lap, his hard cock touching your fake dick, making him whimper.
"Yes...god yes." He looked down at where his cock touched yours, eyes starting to prickle with tears from how bad he wanted you.
Moving to lean against the wall, you pulled his hand so he could crawl with his knees and keep straddling you.
"How about you play with my tits a little more while I take care of you, huh pretty boy?" You finished the sentence by grabbing the lube from the bedside table and putting a little on your fingers.
"Y-yes. Yes mommy." He agreed, face diving back into your chest, licking and pawing at your tits.
"Good boy." You praised, reaching around to rim your boyfriends tight hole with your finger, earning a moan.
Pushing your finger in slightly, Shigaraki subconsciously gripped your tits tighter, needing something to hold on to as his mind went fuzzy from the intrusion.
"'S okay baby, youre doing so well." You praised, pushing your finger in further and making him groan out in pain and pleasure.
His grip got harder and harder- almost hurting you.
"More- please more mommy-" He stumbled over his words, rubbing his needy cock against your fake one.
You pressed another finger in to prep him properly, your pussy drooling and needing friction. But this wasn't about you.
"Cock- please I want your cock mommy." He muttered against your tits.
"You're so good tonight, baby boy." You praised, pulling your fingers out and allowing him to back up a little so you could lube the strap properly.
The sight of your now wet pink plastic dick made him grunt as he climbed back onto your lap, hovering over it, waiting for permission to sink down onto your strap.
"Go 'head baby boy." You granted him permission and watched his face contort as he sunk down, drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth.
Settling down with your strap, he let out a throaty moan, mouth finding its way back to your chest as he continued his assault on your nipples.
You gently started thrusting up into him, making him moan and whine, bouncing up and down on you. Your chest started to hurt but the look of pleasure on his face drowned that out.
Reaching down to stroke his dick, you felt his hips stutter.
His droll was all over your tits, his hands gripping them and his mouth biting each nipple, making you moan out in pain and pleasure. The feeling of this tough, brilliant man falling apart on top of you gave you more pleasure than anything in the world.
"So good so good- fuck love you so much momm-y." He babbled out, thrusting against your hand, chasing his high.
"You're taking it so well, baby. So fuckin well- gonna make mommy proud tonight." You assured him, keeping your pace.
"Mommy- please. I wanna cum I wanna cum."
"Aw already, baby?" You teased, knowing very well that this routine of using the strap always made him cum as fast as a virgin.
"Please- yes please god fuck-"
"Go ahead baby cum all over me." You said, dragging your hips against his, stroking his cock while his hands gripped your now nearly raw tits hard- needing something to hold himself up with. Finally, he let go, shooting his cum all over your chest and belly.
"Good boy, good boy." You praised him, letting him come down from his mind fogging orgasm just enough.
He began to move, most likely to get something to clean you off with. But you weren't allowing that.
"Ah ah ah. Where do you think youre going?" You asked, holding his hips in place- strap still in his tight hole.
"T-to get you-" He began, trying to ignore the ache in his ass.
"I dont think so. Look what you did to mommy's tits, baby." You looked down at your chest with him, observing the bruises forming on your sore boobs.
"I- I'm so sorry I didnt mean- I didnt mean to hurt you-" He stuttered out, hands touching the bruises lightly, his cock getting hard again at the sight.
"Make them feel better and then you can get off of my cock, okay?" You offered, moving your hips slightly.
"Mm- yes yes mommy I'll help- I'm so sorry." His face was beet red, embarrassed as his lack of self control. He began massaging your chest lightly, ignoring the feeling of his now cold cum, pressing light, gentle kisses to your neck.
"I love you so much, Y/n." He whispered, making your heart swell.
"I love you too, Tomura." You replied softly, enjoying the feeling of his still sitting with your pink cock in him still, appreciating how great of a listener he could be.
After 10 minutes of this, you noticed the tired look in his eyes and instructed him to push himself off of you, a light moan leaving his mouth as you pulled out.
Taking the toy off, you helped Shiggy to the bathroom, turning the shower on and hopping in with him.
This was exactly what he needed after a long day. And he swore to himself that when he woke up in your bed the next morning, he would make you cum twice as hard.
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