Run, little hero
Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Female!reader
Genre: Smut/lemon & angst
Warnings: Sexual content including; Noncon, impreg, slapping/choking. Cursing, kidnapping, abuse, hypothermia
Summary: How long has it been since you got snatched away by Shigaraki? Days? Months? When he enters your prison, you know what day it must be. It’s time to run, and you never get far.
A/N: I really said let’s start off this account by writing the darkest fic I’ve ever made 😺
Winter rages on outside your prison. The wooden shack does nothing to keep out the cold air, chills wrecking your weakened body. You curl up into yourself, grateful for perhaps the first time that Shigaraki had given you two ratty blankets last time he visited.
You yearn for your home, for your fluffy bed that stands right next to the heater. Tears sting at your eyes as you wonder whether you’ll ever get out of here. Shigaraki had not only taken away your freedom, but also your quirk. You had no way of fighting back to the villain who had torn you away from your comfy life as a pro hero.
The door of the shack creaks loudly, alerting you to your visitor. You force your shaky form to sit up, glancing around wearily. Shigaraki shakes off the snow that dusts his black coat, not paying you any attention, yet. You ball your fist around one of the blanket’s as you hold it tightly against yourself.
A chill colder than any weather could cause wrecks your body as Shigaraki turns his gaze to you. The usual blaze of lust present in his crimson eyes is barely a flicker today, darkened instead by cruelty. It must be a Thursday, you realize dreadfully.
“I thought you’d be happier to see me.” He says as he sets a duffle bag down on the ground, displeasure dripping from his voice.
“Seeing that you have no more food to eat.” His eyes catch yours. “Unless you want to starve.”
You shake your head frantically. It still makes your stomach turn to rely on Shigaraki like this, but it’s what’s needed to survive.
He chuckles lowly. “That’s what I thought.”
Shigaraki sighs and twists his neck around, cracking it. “It’s been quite exhausting, destroying you little heroes.”
Here it comes.
He will tell you something he’s been pissed off about, and take it out on you.
Shigaraki looks at you again and starts strolling over. You consider backing away, but decide against it in case it will agitate him further.
He squats down in front of you. “It’s a shame I don’t have that many of those quirk-erasing bullets, otherwise I could turn those ‘heroes’ into meek, miserable things...” Two of his fingers tap the underside of your chin. “Just like you.”
A wicked grin spreads over Shigaraki’s face. “Aww your skin is so cold... you must be freezing.”
Before you can respond in any way, he rips the blankets away from you, leaving you only in your torn dress. Your shivering intensifies instantly at the cold that hits your exposed skin.
“I think it would be good for you to stretch your legs.”
“No! Please!” You say instantly and desperately grab onto Shigaraki. “Can we please stay here? I promise I’ll be good!”
He clicks his tongue impatiently at your begging before he wretches your stiff hands away from his coat.
“I remember the first few times I allowed you to run.” He laughs at the memory. “You had so much drive to get away.”
His thumb rubs over one of your hand’s, a soothing gesture that he manages to make threatening.
“You got attached to me hhmm?”
You bite back the remark on the tip of your tongue, instead nodding your head in agreement.
Without a word, Shigaraki drags you both up, forcing you to stand.
“The thing is, little hero.” He starts, leaning close to your ear. “If I say sit, you sit, if I say run, you run, no questions asked. If you can’t do that, well...” His right hand wraps itself almost completely closed around yours and you feel panic rush through you.
He hovers his pinky over your skin, the threat clear. “If you can’t, then I won’t need you anymore.”
This has certainly gotten your blood pumping, the rush of adrenaline caused by your survival instinct forcing the cold out of your bones.
Shigaraki let’s go off your hands. “Now then, run!” He screams into your face, and you don’t need to be told twice.
You can barely feel your feet anymore after only a few minutes of running, the bare skin standing no chance against the layer of snow covering the hills.
Your frantic breaths come out in clouds, your body getting rid of the little warmth it has left.
It hurts, but you have to keep going.
You try desperately to remember the trails you took previous times, hoping that if you follow a new one you might make it back to civilization.
The more the cold pricks at your skin and lungs, the more your hope fates. You can’t keep going much longer. Even if you try, you’ll collapse under this freezing weather sooner than later.
As you pass a broad oak tree, you decide that this will be where you take your rest. You sit behind the tree, rubbing your hands over your legs and feet frantically to get some life back in them.
This whole time, you don’t think you’ve heard Shigaraki following you, but perhaps you couldn’t have heard over the pounding of your own blood in your ears.
Your eyelids start to feel heavy as you try to regain your strength, the exhaustion catching up to you, but you don’t allow yourself to close them.
When you hear the crunching of snow under boots, you want to cry, but your body can’t manage even that anymore.
“That was disappointing, the snow tracks let me straight to you.”
In a last effort, you try to sprint forward, but Shigaraki catches you effortlessly and throws you face first into the snow. You groan from the pain and cold, his form pressing heavy against yours from behind.
He chuckles. “Still have some fight, little hero? You know our little game’s over now.”
The snow stings against your forehead, but you don’t attempt to move. You don’t want to see the victorious glee on his face.
Shigaraki takes off his gloves, and you almost cry at the warmth when he glides his palms over your thighs. It’s sick how he always finds a way to make you rely on his touch.
He fondles your soft flesh from your thighs to your ass for a bit and the bliss of the warmth makes your press into his touch. You hear a zipper unzip behind you, but luckily it wasn’t what you thought just yet.
Shigaraki shrugs off his coat and places it over your back. “Can’t have my little pet dying on me now.”
“Lift up your head.” He commands and you do so reluctantly.
He places a folded scarf under your face and you shiver as you lower your face back onto the fabric. Seems he really does not want to you to get hypothermia worse than you already have.
“You know, skin against skin contact is the best when you’re cold.” Shigaraki notes smugly.
His hands return to your ass, dragging your panties down carefully. You notice that he tosses them somewhere into the snow. Great, you just lot another piece of clothing.
His fingers stroke over your core, and you obediently lift up your hips. “What do you say when someone’s taking care of you?”
“T-Thank you.” You force out, teeth still chattering from the cold.
Shigaraki hums in satisfaction as he rubs a finger over your clit. His motions are hurried, but your glad he’s preparing you. Though you’d never admit it to yourself, your body enjoys his touches.
Just as your body starts warming up, your core does as well. Shigaraki leaves your clit to run his fingers through your wetness. Being satisfied with what he finds, he dips one of his fingers into you. You’re not only shivering from the cold anymore, your body screaming for more of his touch. You turn your mind off, focusing on the pleasure and letting your situation drift to the back of your mind.
“Such a greedy little hero, sucking me right in.” Shigaraki says, excitement sounding in his voice.
You whimper softly as he slides another finger into your cunt. He moves in and out of you fast, only slowing down now and then to spread his fingers and stroke against your inner walls.
His fingers force moans out of your sore throat, which only spur him on in return. His free hand cups your asscheek into his palm, squeezing and scraping at the sensitive flesh with his nails.
You feel the tension building in your abdomen come close to reaching it’s peak, warm slick coating his fingers and your thighs as he continues to fuck you on his fingers.
Shigaraki pulls away suddenly, leaving you empty and exposed to the cold air.
“Please..” You beg, not wanting to feel the sting of the cold again.
“Please what?” He responds cockily.
You can’t see him, but you are certain he’s grinning.
Forcing down your embarrassment, you tell him what he wants to hear. “Please Shigaraki... D-don’t leave me empty.”
Within seconds, Shigaraki frees his cock from his pants. The warm sensation of the head of his cock pressing against your entrance makes you mewl.
“Better be a good pet and take it all then.” He groans, and that’s all the warning you get before he slams his full length into your cunt.
You scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the rough entrance making your walls both sting and throb at the same time. As always, he doesn’t give you time to adjust, immediately starting to thrust in and out of you wildly.
Shigaraki leans over your form till he’s close to the back of your head. “At least this part of you never disappoints me.”
You yelp when his teeth catch onto your ear, biting it harshly before pulling away. He continues to ram his cock into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating throughout the snowy plain.
“I didn’t think you’d make it this far today, you surprised me.” Shigaraki groans out behind you.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but now I’m convinced.”
His hands grab onto your hips, pinning you into place. “I’ll be taking you back with me.”
“W-what?” Take you back with him? You must have misunderstood.
“You’ll need a warm place to stay and rest, otherwise you won’t be able to get pregnant.”
His words hit you like a brick. You instantly start struggling to get away but Shigaraki’s grip on you is unyielding, your struggling only causing his cock to rub against your walls.
“Stay still!” He grunts and starts thrusting into you frantically, not wanting to lose his build up.
“I’m going to breed your little cunt , and after it you’ll thank me with a smile.”
You shake your head, your voice lost to the fear you feel at his promise. If there’s one thing that you’ve learned, it’s that Shigaraki does not stop till he gets what he wants.
Feeling your resolve slipping from your body, he moves one of his hands from your hips to your clit. You don’t want to give in, but the way he rubs and pinches the swollen nub overwhelms you.
“Clench harder, little hero. Make sure I fill you till the last drop.” Shigaraki laughs mockingly behind you.
His hips continue to snap into your ass as he fucks you, his fingers forcing an orgasm from you. You clench down hard around his cock, cursing yourself for it as you whimper pathetically.
Shigaraki’s hand leaves your clit and returns to your hips. His grip feels painful as he thrusts into you one last time before hilting himself inside you as deep as he can. He makes sure you can’t squirm away as hot spurts of cum fill you up, forcing you to only be able to groan and take it.
“I’m glad I didn’t see you for a few days, now I had a big load saved up for you.” Shigaraki says, still seated inside of you.
His cum starts to spill out around his cock, leaking down your thighs in a warm trail.
Your eyelids start to become heavy again, and this time you don’t fight it. Shigaraki slips out of you as he feels your body grow slack. As you start drifting off you feel him picking you up and wrapping things around you, but you are too far gone to open your eyes and see where he’s taking you.
“Save your strength, little hero, you have a long fight ahead of you.”