#snared

[writerbyaccident]

Snared: Part Seven (Yandere Tomura ShigarakixAFABReader: Lemon)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part FourPart Five Part Six

Trigger Warning: nsfw, dubcon

           Shigaraki pulled you through the hallways of your apartment hurriedly, his grip on your wrist painfully tight in his need to keep you from worming away. Such precaution was hardly necessary though, given the consequences you knew would follow if you tried to run away. But still, Shigaraki was anxious and paranoid at even the very best of times, so he wasn’t about to take any chances, especially where you were concerned. Thankfully, none of your neighbors were out in the halls at the moment, most of them surely having already settled in for the night, but that didn’t keep Shigaraki from worrying. Besides, he wasn’t about to ignore a perfectly good opportunity to touch you, even if it was only your wrist. It was still you, after all, still your warm, soft skin that he now brushed with his own. He could even feel the rhythm of your pulse, positively frantic at his touch. Grinning to himself at the sensation, at the knowledge that he had such a profound effect on you, Shigaraki wondered how much faster he might be able to make your heart beat.

           When the two of you finally reached your apartment door, Shigaraki wasted no time in unlocking it, having taken your keys from you earlier. Pushing you in impatiently, Shigaraki shut the door and locked it. But before turning to you, he also made sure to lock the deadbolt as well, though it was fairly difficult with how eagerly his hands were trembling. He could feel you watching him fearfully, no doubt scared of what he would do once the door was finally secure enough for him. Shigaraki could practically taste your fear in that moment, and it tasted just as wonderful as the rest of you did. It only added to his excitement, his avid yearning to explore each and every part of you. So far he had been annoyingly limited by the constant interruptions and need to bring you under his control, but now he would finally be able to take full ownership of you, to take what was right fully his.

           Turning to face you, Shigaraki’s sickly grin grew further when he noticed the way you were trembling. It was obvious that you were trying hard to stay calm, to not show the full extent of your fear, but your earnest effort only made your quiet shaking all the more arousing to your tormentor. In a way, Shigaraki was almost grateful that he had been forced to hold himself back until this moment. Ever since he had broke into your apartment the previous night, you had been going nonstop, trying relentlessly to stay strong and to keep composed. And now, now everything was truly catching up with you. You had been able to hold on until now by telling yourself that if you didn’t, Shigaraki would make sure that other people would pay the price for it. But now that the safety of other people was no longer an immediate factor, your fear was finally able to take center stage.

           “So you’ve made it through level one,” Shigaraki murmured, stepping closer to you. Chewing your lip anxiously, you inched backwards. You were trying to be subtle in your movements, attempting to keep from setting off the man before you, but if his low growl was any indication, even the slightest distance between you two was too much. Abruptly, Shigaraki lunged towards you, seizing you by the waist and pulling you against him. Breathing heavily, he proceeded to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

           “Well?” he rasped, forcing himself to speak despite the growing demands of his body. “Don’t you want to know what the next level is?” Deciding to give you a hint, Shigaraki began nuzzling your neck hungrily, nudging and caressing your skin. At first he merely brushed your neck with his face, enjoying how soft your skin was against his. Soon enough though, his lips brushed your skin, drinking you in. Shigaraki started slow, wanting to savor you, but as the taste of you flooded his veins, his craving grew beyond what little control he possessed. Needing more, he licked and sucked on your neck, drinking in as much of you as possible. He was drowning in you, glutting himself on the scent and taste of warm summer rain. Yet it still was not enough for Shigaraki. He couldn’t be satisfied with simply one part of you, he needed it all. And so, his hand inched towards the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath deftly.

           “Please.”

           At the sound of your whimper, the roaring in Shigaraki’s blood quieted slightly, allowing him to pause. Not entirely sure what you meant, Shigaraki checked to make sure that he had at least one finger on each hand positioned away from you. Confirming that he did, he wondered what exactly you were whining about then. For it hadn’t been a plea for more, that much Shigaraki could tell from a quick glance at your fearful eyes. Sorely tempted to just carry on, the answer came to him suddenly.

           You didn’t want this. You didn’t want him touching you, especially not in this way. It wasn’t exactly a shock to Shigaraki, but truthfully it hadn’t so much as crossed his mind. And why should it? You belonged to him, after all. He owned you. And that meant that your thoughts on the issue weren’t important. With the matter therefore settled, Shigaraki was about to continue his exploration of your body, when suddenly he remembered something. The night he first met you, before you even knew who he was, you had let him massage your injured ankle. And when he did, Shigaraki caused the sweetest little moan to slip out of your mouth. The noise had been intoxicating, worming its way into him and convincing Shigaraki to keep playing with you. He wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear all of the sounds you could make, wanted you to fall apart beneath him, until all that you knew was him. It was the next step, he realized, in making you understand that you belonged to him. He would show you just how much you needed him.

           “Don’t worry, precious,” Shigaraki purred in your ear. “I’m going to take good care of you.” Tears forming at his words, you realized that nothing you could say or do would stop him. But still, that didn’t keep you from whimpering when his hand resumed its journey underneath your shirt.

           His fingers just barely touching your skin, they grazed your stomach gently, stroking it back and forth. Then, without warning, Shigaraki grabbed your shirt, making sure each finger was touching it. You could only watch as your shirt crumbled beneath his touch, leaving you all the more vulnerable to the man before you. Gazing down at you, Shigaraki felt his length harden. You were just so pretty, he thought to himself. So pure, so soft, so vulnerable. Before even a minute had passed, he made your bra disintegrate too. Shigaraki growled hungrily once it was gone, his thumb immediately brushing over your nipple, his touch soft at first and then bruising in its force. Leaning down, he sucked on your other breast, swirling his tongue over your nipple. Despite yourself, you found your eyes starting to flutter closed. You couldn’t help it, the way Shigaraki kept shifting between gentleness and harshness sent sparks over your flesh and chills through your bones. It was so consuming that you hardly even noticed when he hooked one of your legs around his waist, lifting you up and moving your other leg to the same position so that you were completely wrapped around him. Gripping your thighs tightly, Shigaraki carried you towards your bedroom, sucking on your neck all the while.

           Once the two of you reached your bed, he set you down on the mattress, pausing briefly to take in the sight of you splayed so prettily before him. Your head still swimming at the moment, you could only gaze up at his burning crimson eyes. Roughly, Shigaraki tugged off his shirt, throwing it to the other side of the room without a second thought. Next he pulled off both his pants and his boxers, his hardened dick immediately springing free. The sight of his length, so immense and already dripping precum, reminded you of the truth of what was going on, causing you to try to shift away. Shigaraki noticed though, and he was not pleased. Grasping your hips harshly, he pushed you deeper into the mattress, only loosening his grip when you stilled.

           Certain that you wouldn’t try to get away again, Shigaraki curled his hands around the top of your shorts, this time letting only four of his fingers touch your clothing. This time he wanted to drag your clothing off slowly, watching closely as your shorts slipped down your legs, When they were finally off of you, Shigaraki crawled on top of you, letting his hair cage your face so that all each of you could see was each other. This was exactly how it was meant to be, he thought distantly, with you only able to see him, him being your whole world. You didn’t need anyone else, and he would prove it to you.

           Lowering his lips to yours, Shigaraki kissed you with a fervor you had never before experienced. His mouth melded with yours, the sensation of your lips kneading against his positively burning. Shigaraki’s tongue caressed yours deftly, the taste of him flooding your mouth. More than ready to keep going, Shigaraki brought his hand towards your aching cunt. When he first reached it, he merely rubbed it over your panties, wanting to have you dripping wet before he really got started. Feeling him stroke your still-clothed pussy had you arching your back desperately, your body demanding more friction. A needy whine slipped past your lips, causing Shigaraki to grin hazily. He latched all of his fingers to your panties, ripping them off as soon as they were halfway gone, far too impatient to wait for them to disappear completely.

Growling in satisfaction once they were no longer in the way, Shigaraki plunged a finger between your folds, the sound of your mewl the sweetest he had ever heard. He curled his finger inside of you, and you felt your walls clench around him. Simultaneously, he rubbed his thumb over your clit, tightening your core and sending jolts of pleasure through your body. And when Shigaraki slipped another finger into your soaking cunt, a lustful moan sounded from your throat, more following when his ministrations continued mercilessly. As the heat in your core swelled, you nearly sobbed in both need and shame, resenting the way your body responded so positively to the villain’s touch. But when Shigaraki simultaneously curled his fingers and pinched your clit, you couldn’t help the climax that shattered through you. The pleasure ignited each and every nerve in your body, scorching them so completely that all you could do was to lie back and take it. Shigaraki felt your walls clench around his fingers, felt the way you trembled sweetly beneath him, relishing each moment of it. Refusing to stop, he kept his fingers moving as you climaxed until your pleasure intertwined with pain from your oversensitivity.

Right as your orgasm was beginning to fade, Shigaraki guided his cock into your drenched folds, shuddering at how tight you were for him. You gasped breathlessly when he entered you, cunt still tender and sore, the sensation making your head swim. You felt so full, stuffed completely and utterly by the man above you. And once he began moving, thrusting in and out of you, things only got more overwhelming. The rhythm and feeling of skin against skin was all that you knew, everything else driven from your mind. Shigaraki watched as your eyes glazed over completely, the only expression within them that of blissful lust and need.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he purred contentedly. “So tight, so perfect. You were made for me.” It was true, Shigaraki thought distantly to himself. You fit around him so perfectly, in ways both physical and otherwise. The intelligence and quiet strength you had showed him, your enticing beauty, they all proved that you were meant for him. With this thought in mind, Shigaraki kneaded his thumb over your clit while he continued fucking you. Heat still building, he felt his end growing near each time your walls clenched around his cock, so he slammed in and out of you with an even more fevered pace. Your core simultaneously pounding and tightening, you craved release more than anything else in that moment. When it finally came, searing through you so intensely that you could feel your very bones tremble, the walls of your cunt clamped down on Shigaraki’s cock, practically milking his own climax out of him. His seed spilling into you as sparks traveled through his flesh, Shigaraki gazed down at you with still-hungry eyes. He refused to stop until you knew that this was exactly where you belonged.

[soybeeftacos]

Today, I was just goofing around and… sort of accidentally taught my four-year-old daughter Netrunner? I mean, she picked up maybe ½ of the rules at best, she installed a Power Shutdown in a server (I didn’t call a judge), thought Hedge Fund was “THE MOST AWESOME CARD” (and I guess it kinda is), and needed a lot of help figuring out what we were doing. But we were both having fun. Then I ran her HQ and found this unpleasant surprise. I decided to float the tag and then died to a Scorched Earth on the next turn. (Thanks to her mother’s help). She later said “I killed you with the card with the burning lady and buildings on it.” Start ‘em young.

[demonwhump]

The werewolf is caught in a snare eerily similar to a fox snare. It was set there by the local log cabin owner, specifically to catch them after the werewolf killed their dog. And, well, it worked.

As they struggle and choke and cough and wheeze, they see the axe-wielding human approach them with nothing but contempt. 

[johobi]

Snared | Preview 01

still haven’t got the beta back from my friend yet but she assures me she’ll have it back to me by tomorrow;;;;;;;; ((((((maybe i should continue to beta stuff myself in future??? i hate bothering people and also losing creative control akldjwj))))

so until then, please accept this excerpt i’m relatively happy enough to release

You don’t anticipate the second, overenthused clanging of the bell. It rings almost off its rusted hinges, unprepared for such unheard of traffic. What it heralds is the entrance of, perhaps, the last person you would ever expect to set foot within your humble place of employ. A person even more unlikely than the two unpleasant, suited individuals that made their unwelcome return.

A woman, this time, a head shorter than those who accompany her, but possessed of a presence infinitely more immense than both men combined. It’s cosmic, her aura, engulfing all in its path as dainty, heeled feet sweep the newcomer past her entourage. She’s as feline as she is human in her slink, hands dug deep in her pant pockets and a cigarette clinging limply to the pigment of her gloriously red, tinted lips. Everything about her person is black but for the pop of colour tarring her mouth, and the flawless, fawn skin within which her features are inlaid. She could be death, cloaked as she is in pitch, an oversized, broad-shouldered suit jacket draping her shoulders like a mantle of power. Weighty, angular Ray-bans obscure the eyes you don’t want to see.

She doesn’t blind like the sun; she’s an eclipse, and you can’t look directly at her.

Your gaze lands, unfortunately for you, on the woman’s tightly-cinched waist and the hips that sway sumptuously just beneath. And if death doesn’t await you in the reflection of her designer frames, then it definitely does in the side-to-side of her hypnotic walk.

The tired grain of the wooden worktop is where your eyes seek sanctuary, but five slender, crimson-tipped fingers divert your attention from the counter when she settles them there. “Look up.”

It isn’t a command. It’s barely even a whisper. But your chin is in the air before a second dares to pass. “Ye–”

The visitor’s glasses sit atop her head, now, and never has a sight before wrenched breath from you. Perilously close to her as you are, you see that she’s not death at all, but an angel, fallen for her misdeeds. The blush sitting heavy on her cheeks alludes to some post-orgasmic fantasy that, without knowing, becomes yours. Because as frightened, as frozen as you are, you’re entranced by the onyx eyes that drift leisurely the length of your form. Leisurely isn’t even the word when the nymph studying you lingers overtly on the lightly strained material containing your breasts.

Your tongue reanimates. “Y-Yes? How can I help you?”

[tomtommag]

@simoneodaranile's beaten head. #trumped #snared

[writerbyaccident]

Snared: Part Five (Yandere Tomura ShigarakixReader)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Six Part Seven

           You tried your best not to look at Shigaraki, still not wanting to acknowledge the reason behind the suffocating atmosphere of your bedroom. Instead you stared straight ahead, wishing that you had real blinders in your arsenal as opposed to purely metaphorical ones. From what you could see out of the corner of your eye, he was playing some sort of handheld game on your bed, hunched over it in an attempt to get as close to the screen as possible. You did your best to stay quiet, simply thankful that his attention wasn’t on you at the moment and wanting it to stay that way. Each time you heard him huff out a frustrated breath or heard your bed creak as he shifted his weight, you froze instinctually, trying to keep him from remembering that you were even there.

           There was no chance of Shigaraki forgetting such a thing though. He might have been playing with his handheld, but he was only doing so to provide him with some sort of distraction. His whole body felt like it was buzzing, the fact that you were finally with him after so much time spent waiting nearly overwhelming him. Not only that, but he was positively surrounded by you: by keepsakes of your room, by the scent of warm spring rain that he knew belonged to you, by the image of you standing before him that Shigaraki knew belonged to him. His previous hunger for you seemed almost petty compared to now, his need to claim you raking through every inch of his skin.

           Meanwhile, everything felt so utterly surreal to you, the sheer absurdity of your situation serving to make you feel as though you were dreaming, with blurred vision and all of the other trappings. But there was a different part of you that acknowledged the reality of what was happening, and that was the part trying to keep the rest of you calm. It felt as though there was a degree of separation between those disparate sides of you, as if you were receiving instructions from a far away source. Shigaraki had told you to unpack and as much as you didn’t want to, as much as you wanted to grab your bag and run to the police, the sensible part of kept you from making that mistake. There was no chance in hell that an escape attempt right now would go well, so instead you robotically took out the clothes from your duffle bag and put them back in your dresser.

           Suddenly, another creak resounded throughout the room, this one long enough and loud enough to tell you that Shigaraki had gotten off your bed without needing to risk looking. Clenching your teeth, you paused for a moment, waiting to see what he was about to say or do. But even though you could hear him moving around your bedroom, Shigaraki neither approached nor spoke to you, leading you to resume unpacking. Several minutes passed this way, with you pretending to ignore him and him doing who knew what. As time went by though, the tension in the room thickened and solidified, pressing down on you until it was all you could feel. While you still didn’t want to acknowledge the villain who was making his way around your bedroom, not knowing what exactly it was that he was doing was even more frightening than just looking at him was. And so, after taking a deep but desperate breath, you turned around to face him.

           If Shigaraki noticed your change in position, he didn’t show it, instead just continuing what he had already been doing. To your confusion, you saw that he was not using his quirk to destroy your belongings as a part of you had suspected. Rather, Shigaraki was simply inspecting each and every item that caught his interest. He took note of each piece of your room and what it revealed about you, cataloging in the back of his mind for later. From the pictures of you with your friends and family to the shoes in your closet to the books collected on your shelf, Shigaraki memorized it all. It was a necessity to him, and an obvious one at that. After all, you belonged to him, and that meant that each piece of you and each piece of your life did as well. This hunger to know each and every part of you had been eating away at Shigaraki from the night he first saw you, only worsening as the days had gone by without a way for him to satisfy his craving. So now that he was in your home, now that he was finally with you, he was determined to glut himself with even the smallest fixtures in your life. Besides, Shigaraki knew that you needed to be taught that your place was at his side, dutifully obeying his every command and reverently heeding his every word as though they were something holy. And if he was going to educate you properly, he needed to know everything there was to know about you.

           “It’s not very nice to stare at someone,” Shigaraki said abruptly, sending a jolt through your nerves. Afraid to speak yet more afraid to stay silent, you searched for something to say.

           “I—”

           “Who is he?” Shigaraki interrupted you, nodding at one of the pictures hung up on your wall. Moving closer to see it, you stilled when you realized it was the picture you had of you and one of your friends at the park, you leaning against your friend as he had his arm around you. You had loved that picture, the memories attached to it always happy ones to think back on, but now you cursed yourself for being so sentimental. Shigaraki didn’t belong anywhere near your friends, not even near their picture. The anger rising within you at his presumption to even look at the picture threatened to escape, only held back by your fear for how he might retaliate.

           Shigaraki, meanwhile, was growing angry as well, though for different reasons than you were. The image of you with your friends incensed him, the mere thought of you wasting your time with other people setting his temper ablaze. It didn’t matter to him that the picture had been taken before the two of you even met, before he even knew that he wanted you. No, none of that mattered when all Shigaraki could see before him was the image of you being touched by some worthless NPC. Just barely containing his fury, he prompted you to answer his question.

           “Well?”

           “That—that’s my friend.” Eyes still on the photograph, Shigaraki sneered.

           “Just a friend, huh? You two seem a bit cozy for just friends,” he snarled tightly.

           “So what?” you replied without thinking, simply set off by the entitled tone of Shigaraki’s voice.

           “Excuse me?”

           “I—I mean, he only did that for the picture, it didn’t mean anything.”

           “Hmmm…I’m not sure if I believe you. Maybe I should ask him,” Shigaraki threatened.

           “I swear, we’re just friends!” you repeated pleadingly, hoping that he would believe you. “We’ve just known each other for a while, that’s all!”

           “So you two must be close then.”

           “N—no, not really,” you stammered, realizing your mistake.

           “Really?” Shigaraki wheezed mockingly. “Cause you just said that you’ve known him for a while, and I can clearly see him touching you in this picture. However close you two are, it’s clearly too close.”

           “So I won’t see him again, I promise!”

“But even if you don’t go see him, how do I know he won’t come to see you? I don’t like the thought of us to keep having to deal these constant interruptions,” he mused. “I mean, we’re just at the start of our relationship here, and we’ve already had to deal with the police. How’s our relationship supposed to grow if other people keep trying to mess things up?”

“He—he won’t mess things up,” you vowed, doing your best to fill your words with as much conviction as you could muster.

“And how are you going to make sure he doesn’t?”

“I’ll fight with him, tell him I never want to see him again, whatever the hell you want me to do.”

“I don’t know,” Shigaraki spat back at you. “If you two are so close, he might not bother listening to you. It’d probably just be easier for me to take care of this for you.”

“Please,” you said, voice shaking, “you promised that if I did what you said you wouldn’t hurt the people I care about.” Reflexively, you stressed your plea by placing your hand cautiously on Shigaraki’s shoulder, willing to try anything to keep him from going after your friend. The villain tensed at the contact, not prepared and certainly not expecting such a gesture from you. For a moment he simply stared down at your hand with wide eyes, hardly believing that you had just touched him of your own volition. Once he had a minute to adjust though, he was able to let himself enjoy the lustful burn that spread over his skin and through his bones.

“Alright,” he smirked down at you. “I guess I’ll let you try first. But you know what I’ll have to do if it doesn’t work.” And just in case there was any sliver of doubt in your mind, Shigaraki placed his hand over yours, entwining some of your fingers with his own. Then, moving both his and your hand towards the wall, he rested all five of his fingers against the picture, letting you feel the way it crumbled into nothingness.

[writerbyaccident]

Snared: Part Four (Yandere Tomura ShigarakixReader)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five Part Six Part Seven

           Biting the inside of your cheek, you stared anxiously at the front door of your apartment. With each second that ticked by you found yourself swinging back and forth between hoping everything would just stay quiet and wishing that you’d just hear the damn knock already. You were like the world’s most terrified pendulum, you thought to yourself, just barely shoving down the stream of hysterical giggles that bubbled within you. Falling apart was not something you could afford right now, no matter how tempting it felt. The idea of just letting go, of no longer being lucid enough to be scared was an enticing one, but your life was not the only one on the line here. The world you lived in was full of heroes, and while you might not have been one of them, you would do your best to try and act like one.

           As you made that promise, repeating it over and over in your head until it was just a random collection of sounds, you heard the floorboards creak behind you. Shoved out of your thoughts, you tried unsuccessfully not to flinch as a rough hand settled itself on your head. Chuckling rather smugly at your frightened reaction, Shigaraki began stroking the top of your hair with his thumb. Some childish instinct forced you to freeze where you stood, insisting that so long as you didn’t move, so long as you didn’t look at him, it wouldn’t be real. Even though you knew logically that it wasn’t true, you also knew just how volatile the leader of the League of Villains was said to be, and you didn’t want to do anything that could set him off, not even moving. As it turned out though, your attempt to keep Shigaraki from growing angry had the opposite effect. Shigaraki did not appreciate being ignored.

           “Hey,” his hissed petulantly in your ear. “Not having second thoughts, are you?” To emphasize his displeasure, Shigaraki weaved all but one of his fingers into your hair, yanking your head around so that you faced him. Swallowing thickly as you realized your mistake, you glanced quickly at his eyes, the red of them seeming to burn into you. The intensity there, with its lethal mix of emotions, was too much for you to bear, and your gaze fell towards the floor.

           “No,” you answered timidly. “I—I’m just nervous, that’s all.” Smirking at your submissive attitude, Shigaraki loosened his grip ever so slightly. He still kept his fingers laced in your hair of course, enjoying the sensation far too much to let go.

           “Aw, it’s okay, you’ll be fine,” he rasped patronizingly. “So long as you stick to the script.” The last bit he punctuated with moving his other hand under your chin, tilting your face back up to his. Knowing better than to try to look away again, you let him.

           “I—I know.”

           “And I’ll be right here in case you forget what you’re supposed to be doing,” he crooned threateningly. You nodded frantically, any words you might have used evaporating in your throat. Red eyes smiling down at you, Shigaraki ran his thumb gently over your lips, relishing the way they softly trembled beneath his touch. Finally releasing your hair from his grasp, he slipped his now free hand into his pocket.

“If you seem like you need a reminder, don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll send you a cheat code,” Shigaraki said with a sickly grin, taking out his phone and waving it almost teasingly before you. Fingers twitching reflexively, you longed to yank the damn thing from his grasp and throw it out the window, but you knew it would be no use. Even if you somehow were able to do so, Shigaraki had made a point of showing you that he sent the list of your friends’ and family members’ addresses to one of his fellow villains. Shigaraki noticed the distress swelling in your eyes, an image that caused his sadistic smile to stretch even further. A fierce hunger growing within him, a craving to give you one last reminder, a need to taste you roaring through his body, Shigaraki began to lean down towards your lips.  But before he could meet them, a knock sounded on the door.

Throwing an annoyed glance at the door, Shigaraki let go of you, pressing a single finger to his lips before moving away. Treading silently towards the closet, the one only separated from the next apartment by a paper-thin wall, Shigaraki nudged the door open and stepped inside. The image of a fully-grown man slipping into a closet might have been amusing in normal circumstances, like a funhouse mirror version of hide-and-seek. But this time, no frenzied giggles threatened to escape from you. No, now you were deathly quiet, watching as Shigaraki pulled the door until it was almost completely closed. Once there was but an inch of an opening left and the movement of the closet door ceased, you dragged yourself slowly over to your apartment door.

           Leaning over to see through the peephole, you saw Chief Kaneko standing on the other side, an unfamiliar figure beside her. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, plastering on an expression of what you hoped was resignation and guilt, rather than one of abject terror. The guilt at least wasn’t too hard to conjure up, as the sight of the chief had brought to mind everything she had done to help you. She had worked so hard to get you to a place where you felt okay enough to go into witness protection, and now you’d have to throw it all away. You wished you were braver, smarter, stronger, so that you could figure out a way to let her know what was really going on, but the threats Shigaraki had made silenced any possible ideas. So rather than crying out as you longed to do, you swallowed your instincts and opened the door.

           Kaneko nodded at you as she and her companion walked inside, their steps not seeming rushed exactly, but definitely brisk with purpose-driven efficiency. Both the man and the chief were dressed casually, in jeans and short-sleeve shirts, looking much more like they were about to go run some errands as opposed to sneak someone away to a secure location. Though, you thought to yourself wryly, how was someone even supposed to look in that situation? But no matter what she wore, there was something about Kaneko that was almost inherently reassuring. The way she stood so tall, hands still at her sides and brown eyes glowing with resolute determination, it was as if she was trying to tell you only through body language that she would make sure you were safe. Guilt now weighing you down even more heavily, you wished she hadn’t decided to waste her time attempting to help you. But you would try to repay her as best you could, making your performance as convincing as possible so that Shigaraki would leave her alone.

           “This is Officer Kimura,” the chief explained, the eponymous officer reaching out to shake your hand. “He’s the one who’s going to escort you to where you’re going, I’m just here to make sure you two leave okay.” You made no acknowledgement of this detail, instead staring transfixed at Kimura’s hand, which eventually fell back to his side when you failed to shake it. Noticing your distraction, Kaneko smiled sympathetically.

           “He’s been on the force for over ten years,” she continued. “He’s a great police officer; he’ll keep you safe.” You remained silent for another moment, trying frantically to remember what you were supposed to say. Although there was no way for you to know for sure, you could have sworn that you felt Shigaraki’s hand inch closer towards the wall of your apartment, getting ready to disintegrate it and run into the apartment next door, where you happened to know that a family of four lived. Your instincts weren’t far off, as Shigaraki was listening carefully for any sign that you had chosen a dialogue option that he didn’t approve of. Eyes narrowed at the door that separated you from him, Shigaraki hoped that those police officers weren’t giving you any stupid ideas. He wasn’t about to let them take you away from him. So, sensing the aura of growing impatience radiating from the closet where Shigaraki hid, you opened your mouth to speak.

           “I—I’m sorry,” you whispered, doing your best to echo Kaneko’s look of determination. “I’m sorry but I just can’t do it.” Officer Kimura flashed the chief a questioning look, but she paid him no mind.

           “We talked about this,” Kaneko said with a gentle firmness. “This is the best way for you to stay safe. Shigaraki can’t hurt you if he can’t find you. The best thing for you to do is leave.” Digging your nails into the palms of your hands, you shook your head.

           “And what about all of the people who can’t leave?” you asked, voice heavy with guilt. “What about them?”

           “Your friends and family—”

           “But it’s not just them he might go after! Even if the protection you gave them is somehow enough, what about the rest of them? The people at work, the barista across the street, the people right in this building? If I leave now, I’m leaving them to take the fall.”

As you spoke, you could feel the tears beginning to pool in your eyes, confirming that every word Shigaraki had told you to say was utterly true. You had been ready to risk so many lives just for yourself, and it had turned out to be pointless. Within his hiding place, Shigaraki smirked to himself. It turned out that you weren’t dumb after all.

           “You’re just having last minute doubts,” Kimura tried to reassure you.

           “They’re doubts I already had, doubts I made myself ignore! But if I keep forcing myself to ignore them and then something happens, I’ll be to blame.”

           “No, you won’t,” Kaneko insisted. “If something happens, Shigaraki will be the one to blame. You’re not responsible for what that maniac does. With someone like him, even if everyone gave him exactly what he wanted and did exactly as he said, it wouldn’t stop him from hurting people. And even if it did, that doesn’t mean it’s right to give in.” Struck silent by the chief’s words, you gazed searchingly at the ground. Maybe it was just because she was unwittingly offering you a way out, but Kaneko’s speech rang true to you. Shigaraki was the leader of League of Villains, after all. He hadn’t even shown reluctance when it came to killing children, so why should you believe him when he said he wouldn’t hurt anyone if you just did as he said? Kaneko and Kimura must be armed, you thought rapidly, so maybe if you were to signal them towards the closet they could stop your tormentor right here and now. Gathering as much courage as you could find, you were about to point to where Shigaraki was hiding, but before you could, you felt your phone vibrate.

           Schooling your expression into one of slight confusion, you reached into your hoodie pocket and opened up your phone. You had a new message, and although the number wasn’t one you recognized, you knew who it was from. A picture was waiting for you, and while it was dim, it was easy enough for you to understand. In it, a pale hand was reaching out towards a wall, all but one finger resting on the surface. There might not have been any words to go along with the picture, but they weren’t necessary. Your newfound hope crumbling as quickly as if Shigaraki had touched it, you felt resignation close in on you once more.

           “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I wasted your time, sorry that I’m not braver, but I just can’t do it.”

           “Are you sure?”

           “Yes, I’m sure,” you said, hoping that Shigaraki could hear.

           Luckily for both you and the family next door, Shigaraki heard your final decision. Relaxing ever so slightly, he let his hand fall from where he had been scratching his neck. He had sensed your temptation to try to run from him, to let the police protect you, and had been near frantic in his rush to send you that little reminder, but thankfully he had kept you from making a truly idiotic mistake. Now that the risk had passed though, Shigaraki couldn’t help but find the whole incident kind of cute. It was like you were a confused little avatar, not knowing which routes to take or which moves to use. You needed him, needed him to guide you with a threatening hand, since it was fairly clear that you couldn’t be trusted on your own. Tongue dashing out and wetting his lips, Shigaraki pictured it: you, completely submissive and docile, obeying every command he gave you. He knew it wouldn’t happen right away, not when you were still so confused, still trying to listen to your own voice as opposed to his, but with time Shigaraki was sure he could fix you. He would have you perfect soon enough, and then he would have you in any way he wanted.

“Well, I can’t force you to go,” Shigaraki heard Kaneko sigh from the other side of the door. “But if you change your mind or need anything, you have my number.” Twitching with excitement, Shigaraki listened as she and her fellow officer walked disappointedly out of your apartment, shutting the door behind them. He waited a minute, and then another, before slipping out of his hiding place. His eyes immediately landing on you, Shigaraki watched for a moment as you simply stared at your apartment door, as if willing for the chief to run back and save you. Savoring just how defeated you looked, Shigaraki chuckled amusedly and moved so that he was right behind you.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You remained quiet though, a fact that soon had Shigaraki scowling.

“It’s rude to ignore people you know,” he hissed into your ear.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, still staring at the door.

“What did you just say to me?”

“I said shut up,” you repeated, voice stronger this time. “I did what you wanted, so can’t you just leave me alone for one damn minute?”

“That’s not how this works, precious. I told you before, you don’t get to pause this game. You don’t get to do anything that I don’t want you to. I’m the one holding the controls here, not you.”

“So what, I’m no longer a player in my own fucking life?”

“Pretty much,” Shigaraki grinned, pleased that you were beginning to catch on to the rules. The game was finally getting started, and now that Shigaraki had taken care of those annoying first-level bosses, there wouldn’t be any more interruptions. They were lucky he had let them walk away, Shigaraki thought bitterly. They had messed with something that belonged to him, and so the temptation to kill them for it had been extremely strong. But no, holding their lives over you was too much fun to pass up. If anyone tried to take you away from him again though, he wouldn’t be quite so merciful. A cold hand was then laid on your shoulder and an even colder kiss was pressed against your temple.

“Now come on, you need to unpack.”

[writerbyaccident]

Snared: Part Six (Yandere Tomura ShigarakixReader)

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           Leg bouncing up and down, you glanced around for your friend. You didn’t see any sign of him yet, but it was hard to tell in the dim evening light. One part of you prayed that he wouldn’t show, but the other part of you knew that if he didn’t, Shigaraki wouldn’t let it go. His eyes were on you, you could tell from the weight of them on the back of your head. You didn’t dare turn around to look at him though, terrified that someone might see. If anyone even suspected that something wasn’t right, whether it was your friend or a mere bystander, Shigaraki wouldn’t hesitate to end them. The reminder of what exactly was riding on your performance being convincing enough weighed on you as heavily as Shigaraki’s gaze.

           Looking down at your folded hands lying on the café table, you tried to steady your breathing. You knew that it wouldn’t help anyone if you seemed nervous, but still, it was easier said than done. Breaths kept jumping up and down your throat, leaving you even more lightheaded than you already were. Pull yourself together, you told yourself, breathe in for four seconds, out for four seconds. Forcing all of your concentration towards the task, you closed your eyes and breathed in this way until the rhythm of it was all you could hear. It took a moment, therefore, to realize that someone had called your name. Opening your eyes, you saw Hisao approaching, your friend giving you a small wave when you noticed him. With Shigaraki no doubt watching, you twisted your face into an angry, revolted mask.

           Your friend sitting down across from you, he took in your expression and frowned with concern. Heart aching at the sight, you lamented the loss of such a good friend, but it was either you losing him as a friend or him losing his life. He reached out to take your hand, a gesture you normally would have appreciated, but now it sent you flinching away from him. Your breathing disturbed once more, you took a moment to inhale slowly, releasing the breath in a gradual sigh. But you couldn’t take too long, dragging this out would only make this work. Besides, you could feel the way Shigaraki’s impatience and anger was circling you.

           “Hey,” he said softly. “How are you? Your text was kinda…vague.” That was a polite way to put it, you thought wryly. Shigaraki had written that text for you, composing it so that it sounded as terse and irritated as possible. As much as you had tried to convince Shigaraki to allow you to do this as gently as possible, he had refused to listen, demanding that you leave no avenue for reconciliation. In truth, Shigaraki was insistent on this not so much due to worry that Hisao wouldn’t take a hint as it was that he wanted to see the two of you suffer. To Shigaraki, both of you deserved it. From a few tables away, with his hoodie obscuring his face, Shigaraki watched as some worthless NPC tried to touch what didn’t belong to him. And he had no doubt touched you many times before, as Shigaraki had seen from the picture in your bedroom. Seeing the shithead in person now had Shigaraki’s fingers itching, not towards his own neck but towards that of the intruder. And while Shigaraki was sorely tempted to act on that craving, besides the fact that he didn’t want you running back to the police, he positively savored having you get rid of him yourself.

           Anyway, Shigaraki would enjoy seeing you suffer in this way. Despite his frankly generous attempts to enlighten you, Shigaraki could tell that you were still having trouble understanding that you were now his. You belonged to him, in every way possible, even if you hadn’t truly acknowledged it yet. Shigaraki was no fool, he knew that you weren’t doing what he said because you knew that it was your duty, that he was your master. No, you were only obeying him because of the threats he had made. Well, Shigaraki supposed that he could live with that so long as it got him what he wanted. But still, he would relish watching you realizing the suffering you would go through if you continued trying to resist him.

           “Honestly, I’m not good,” you began, voice tight.

           “Oh?”

           “I just—I wanted to be honest about this,” you replied with what you hoped sounded like pushed-down anger. “Even though you don’t care about honesty, apparently.” From his shadowy alcove, Shigaraki grinned at your performance. You were doing a very convincing job so far, and what’s more, he could hear the sorrow you were trying so desperately to hide. As much as he adored listening to you comply with what he had told you to do, he couldn’t wait until it was over and he could work on soothing your sadness. He had a few different ideas that he wanted to try.

           “What’re you talking about?” Hisao asked, completely confused.

           “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you snarled back. “You’ve been cheating on Airi!” Hisao said nothing at first, simply gaping at you instead. After prying for more details into your personal life, Shigaraki had learned that the man you had claimed was just a friend was currently dating another close friend of yours, Airi. Shigaraki had scoffed at that, sure that even if you didn’t realize it, Hisao would take the first opportunity he could find to have you. That was the thought that had wormed its way into his mind, plaguing him the whole day. It had aggravated him to no end, continuously distracting him from making the most of his alone time with you. But even though this information about your friend did nothing to diminish Shigaraki’s paranoia or hatred, it at least gave him a good idea for how he could help you get rid of such a nuisance. And he was helping you, Shigaraki reasoned with a twitch of his lips, helping you to be free of everything and everyone who kept you from your proper place by his side.

           “What the hell?” Hisao finally answered, his voice drawing Shigaraki back to the matter at hand. “I’m not cheating on her!”

           “Don’t give me that bullshit, I saw you. But while you might not care about honesty, Airi still deserves some. So you either tell her yourself by the end of the week, or I will. And you better not come anywhere near her or me afterwards.”

           “But I—”

           Your job done, you stood up the table and quickly walked away before Hisao could really begin pleading his case. Stomach full of stones at having to accuse your friend of something so heinous, you found it surprisingly easy to ignore Shigaraki as you passed him. Shigaraki couldn’t you though, inhaling your scent deeply as you brushed by him. That signature scent of warm spring rain had his fingers itching once again, and he only barely kept himself from reaching out to touch you. If he did, if he took this moment to feel your soft skin, Shigaraki knew that he would end up pushing you up against the café wall, taking you then and there. Even while he suppressed the urge, he sighed in disappointment. He would have loved seeing the look on everyone’s face when he made it crystal clear who you belonged to.

           You, meanwhile, slipped into a nearby alleyway to catch your breath and to let out a few tears. Even though you had made the whole ordeal as short as you could manage, the image of your friend so hurt by what you said sent your heart plummeting towards the ground. Burying your face in your hands to try to obscure your sobbing, you failed to sense the heavy footsteps of your tormentor. When four of fingers wrapped around each of your wrists though, you were forced to take notice. Looking up at the sickly grin stretched across Shigaraki’s face,

           “Aw,” he cooed sadistically at you. “don’t be sad, sweetheart, you did a great job.” Then, forcing your wrists above your head, Shigaraki met his lips to yours. At first it was almost sweet, with him only brushing your lips gently. But between the softness of your lips to the taste of pooled tears, his hunger only grew, causing him to push against your mouth again, this time with bruising force.

           “C’mon,” he said huskily. “We need to get home.”