#stalker!shigaraki tomura

[yukikozummm]

Pop Singer!reader x Stalker!shigaraki

Inspired from a recent blorbo idea i posted here

TW! Stalking, implied misogyny, incel tendencies, toxic character.

Imagine if reader released oddly specific love songs aside from the usual ones she makes T_T

He knew her (maybe a little too well), now were these songs about him?

God forbid if they were about another man, he'll savor every line of the newest album if it meant a sliver of a doubt that it was him she were talking about. Come on, who was she kidding? No one knew her any more than he did!

All those anonymous fan posts, gifts, and from the moment she was just an indie musician, all he could do was gatekeep her to his heart's content. When ever did he fail to be by your side?

His little group of friends always sought to point out his fixation over the artist. He's always made it his pride to have an extensive music taste, and yet she has been one of the least likely to make it to his oh-so sophisticated list of artists. Some kind of asian Anthony Fantano that praises this one up and coming pop singer. Well he can't have doubts now, every state you've toured is no different from the states he's visited-- no less than the hotels you've checked in are more likely the same as the one's he has been in.

You can't remember what floor and room number you were in? Just follow the ominous hoodied stranger present at every hotel you decide as your abode for the next week or so!

But man, you should've told him you were interested in a relationship, y'know? Can't admit he didn't see this coming, of course, why would you ever settle for a computer nerd who wasn't even in the industry? Even if he was the only one who understood who you really were.

Yeah, thanks for leading him on. Women really are the same. Guess this makes up for all the stolen underwear. You give a girl everything and they just turn on you to give the audience another goody-two-shoes performance about some other fuckwad who probably doesn't give two shits about her.

He turns off your latest single. Your first albums were better. Take it from a real fan.

[mossy-opal]

Not Yours Anymore

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

WARNINGS: Stalking, Obsessive Behaviour, Mentions of Harassment, Hints of Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Smut (consensual)

He was here again.

Tomura didn’t like the hero who frequented your area, he was your ex after all. It was one of the reasons he fell so hard for you, obsessed over you so much. You left him after you got your own place, it made things a lot easier for Tomura.

It was easier to get in, easier to get out, easier to take things from you, and easier just to watch you. Admire you. Adore you. He wanted to be with you, so badly. He wanted to lay next to you, to hold you when you cried, or help you when you remembered what you’d gone through. Your ex was a hero to society, sure. But he was a monster to you.

Tomura hated him…

But, the hero wasn’t exactly his problem. He didn’t want to step on your toes or hurt you by hurting your ex. What if you still had feelings for that asshole? He didn’t want to ruin your relationship by ripping his arms off and shoving them up his ass.

It wasn’t his call.

Besides, he was content on the side lines for now. He got to steal your hoodies every so often, falling asleep with them wrapped around one of his pillows, letting him pretend it was you. He wasn’t all innocent though, he knew that. He gave your panties back every once in a while, so he wasn’t all bad.

He really wasn’t all that bad.

You were used to much worse.

You had been living in the area for a few months after you left Jerred- er- “Night Lock” as he was known to the public. He was far worse than your little admirer, whoever it was. Jerred was an asshole, through and through. He lied, cheated, manipulated…. He hurt you.

You hated him for what he put you through, and you were elated when you finally left him.

You just wished he’d leave you alone…

It wasn’t like you could tell the police, he was a “hero”, after all. The only people who truly believed you were your closer friends, and they couldn’t do much to help you, or protect you. Security cameras were far too expensive, and you knew he was smart.

He harassed you when you went to work, harassed you when you got home, begged you to get back with him when you were grocery shopping, it made you scream in your pillows at night!

… You were exhausted…

But you weren’t alone. Despite how much you hated him, you knew Jerred well. He didn’t break into places, he didn’t steal meaningless objects, much less your panties. Whoever it was they seemed… Shy.

As demented as it sounded, you were far more scared of Jerred than you were of your new stalker. The stalker didn’t hurt you, didn’t break any of your possessions, didn’t touch you or threaten you or your friends, all they did was… Live in your house when you weren’t there. They slept in your bed and poorly remade it every time. They cleaned up after themselves, and only so often took some of your dirty clothes. They were certainly a pervert though, because you noticed quickly when your panties went missing, only to reappear nice and clean… It was unsettling, but slightly comforting…

You reached your boiling point one day on your way home from work, he grabbed you.

"We need to talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you, let me go-"

"No, you have to listen to me-"

“If you don’t let go of me I will fucking scream. Wanna test it?”

Jerred’s grip tightened, before he let go roughly.

"We have to talk...!"

You pushed past him, “No, we don't...!"

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That same night, you huffed, looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing a hand-shaped bruise on your arm. This was ridiculous, and you were done… You just didn’t know what to do anymore, you were at a loss. Police wouldn’t help you, your friends couldn’t help you…

Going on a walk was your best bet, not only that, you hoped your admirer would be there.

He was. He watched you get grabbed by that “hero”, and he swore it made his blood boil. He couldn’t do anything, just pretend to play on his phone, acting as inconspicuous as possible as he plotted murder. Making sure you got home safe, he noticed almost immediately the change in your routine… You never went on walks…

You stopped in a dark area of the park, which made him stop a good bit behind you, immediately walking to casually lean against a tree, out of your sight.

“I know you're there..."

His blood ran cold… You could’ve been talking to someone else.

“Please I... I don't know what else to do..."

He wasn’t sure if he should… But he hated hearing you suffer like this.

“What is it?”

His voice shocked you, he actually sounded quite nice, you expected someone much more shy. “U-uh… I just… I’m scared… Not of you, but of…”

“Night-whatever-his name is? The hero?”

“Jerred… My ex… H-he’s been-"

"Watching you, I know. What about it?”

“I can’t do anything about it and I’m scared..! I… I need help..”

Tomura rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue, “Call the cops then.”

He could hear you shake your head, “He’s a hero, they won’t… They won’t believe me…” You sighed, “I’ve tried…”

Tomura sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course you had tried before, why wouldn’t you? No wonder you were so scared, there was nothing you could really do.

“Go home… It’s late.”

“Can… Can I see you?”

Shigaraki felt his face flush as his eyes widened, “No. Not yet.”

You frowned and folded in on yourself, taking yourself home for the evening and going to bed.

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The next day you were more than exhausted, but you were mostly unbothered. Work went smoothly, your friends checked in on you… The next day, you expected Jerred to bother you, but you didn’t see him. For another week you didn’t see him, until the police knocked on your door.

The hero Night Lock has been missing.

After you explained yourself to the police and told your friends, you suddenly felt… Like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Like you could sleep at night, no longer scared your door would be kicked in, no longer waking up screaming because of the nightmares…

You opened the window to your bedroom and looked out at the nights sky, and you fell to your knees, crying.

Did… Did Tomura do something wrong?

He got rid of your ex for you, made him suffer before killing him too, did you not want him to kill him? You should’ve specified if you wanted him alive- You asked him for help and you were crying!?

“A-are you… T-there..?”

Tomura jumps a bit, but doesn’t move. You sniffle, wiping your face.

“P-please say something…”

He doesn’t, maybe you were setting him up- This was so stupid he should just kill you and move on-

“Thank you…”

He looked at you from where he was, you had your head down, tears dripping onto your thighs, but you were smiling. When you looked out the window, your tear-covered smile shined in the light of the moon.

“T-thank you… Thank you so much…”

It was almost like you were looking right at him, even though he knew you weren’t. You continued crying, oblivious to the noise of your door opening slowly, before he was finally there behind you. He kneeled down next to you, and with a shaky hand he pet the back of your head. You jumped, turning to finally look at him.

You recognised him, too. From the news.

“You’re… You’re Tomura Shigaraki…”

He nodded silently, looking away from you. He didn’t see your smile widen as you hugged him close, pressing yourself into him. His eyes widened and he could feel his heart racing, his face going red.

“W-what the-”

“My secret admirer is the feared villain, Tomura Shigaraki… Tomura Shigaraki saved me~”

“Don’t say that, I’m not a hero-”

“You’re my hero~”

He rolled his eyes, trying to peel you off of him. This is going far different than he expected your first meeting to go. You laughed gently, snuggling into him further, Tomura just patting your head. He could die right now and be happy, but he would rather die than admit that. You two sat like that for a moment, before you giggled.

“What is it..?”

“Tomura, why did you pick me?”

He was silent for a moment, “I don’t know… I saw you break up with him, and thought it was stupid. Why would you leave a hero like that…? I did my own research after that, and when I learned how you dealt with him, I admired you… You’re smart, and strong, and pretty…”

He saw your blush and smirked.

“And then I started watching you…”

He moved slowly, leaning more over you now, the blush on your face deepening.

“And I was hooked….”

That was it. Your whimper made him snap, moving quickly to grab onto you and kiss you. He’s been so good, he’s done far more than your ex ever has for you, he deserves a nice reward. He figured you might fight back, but… You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, grabbing the back of his head and tangling your fist in his hair, moaning into his mouth as you swallowed his tongue.

He kept kissing you, damn near ripping your pyjamas off of your body so he could finally, finally touch you like he’s wanted for so long. He saw the bruise on your arm, and growled.

“No one’ll ever hurt you again…” He said, before kissing you fervently.

You moaned into him again, gripping at his coat as he gripped at your sides, grabbing everything he could, touching every soft part of you he wanted. He was almost shaking by the time he was pulling at his pants, already hard and ready for you- Just for you. And when he looked down at you, you were breathing heavily, your clothes strewn about and still half-on, your face flushed a beautiful red…

You smiled softly at him, moving your hips closer to him.

“Tomura...”

He nodded without a word, pushing into you, and fucking into you like his life depended on it. You damnear screamed in his ear as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, praising him for helping you, thanking him for caring, and if he could talk right now he’d tell you everything…

You didn’t have to thank him, you didn’t have to ask for anything, not anymore… He’d do everything for you.

You were truly perfect…

Inside and out…

Tags: @slayersins @dabislittlemouse @dabislittlebeaniebaby @mothiopal @elias-fable @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @shadowsandshapes

[snowdropluck204]

How They React To Their SO Getting Stalked

PART 1

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero would be the person to immediately comfort you, screw the person following you for right now! His baby is upset and he needs to take care of you!

~ Sero was out with the guys, they were hanging out at the mall after school, he got kind of sad sometimes knowing that you didn't go to UA, but he also knew that being a hero was dangerous and he didn't want you to get hurt. ~ He and his friends were laughing and messing around, when he got a call, looking at the screen, he saw My Love was calling him, he gave a bright grin to his phone, answering promptly. ~ "Hey darlin'! What's up with my angel today?" He asked cheerfully. ~ "Hanta..." You were whispering, sounding close to tears, the smile left Sero's face in less than a second. ~ "What's going on angel?" His voice was hard and tense, causing his friends to look up at him, the smiles leaving their faces too. ~ "Someone's following me, I just needed to hear you, I'm freaking out right now!" You were still whispering, but he could hear just how frightened you were. Could hear your walking speed up. ~ "Okay honey, take it easy, are you nearly home, turn on your location and I will be there, I promise." ~ He lived up to that promise, he met you just as you were walking up the street near your home, he saw a guy wearing dark clothing following fairly closely behind you, using his quirk, he wrapped the guy up in tape and called the police. ~ You looked up at him, surprised and grateful that he was there. You ran to him, jumping into his arms and attaching yourself to him like a koala. ~ "I'm so glad you're here," You whispered in his ear, trying your hardest to hold back a river of stressed tears. ~ Sero held you close to him, running a hand up and down your back, "I'm here angel, everything's gonna be okay," He kept his voice down and took you inside and up to your room. ~ Making sure you were comfortable and cosy in a mountain of blankets and cushions, he then went to different rooms of the house and collected what he though you could use. ~ "Alright gorgeous! I have some snacks, a hot water bottle, some of your favourite movies and this!" Sero told you, leaving a trail of things on your bed. In his hand, he held a warm face cloth that he brought to your red, tear stained face. ~ "My poor angel, I know today was scary, but I'm always going to keep you safe."

Shinso Hitoshi

Shinso wouldn't take any chances in a situation where you had been stalked. He would be attached to your hip at all times, to the point where it was annoying to every other person involved.

~ About a month ago, you and Hitoshi were going through some hard times, everything between the two of you was great! But unfortunately something bad happened to you. ~ Someone from school had begun following you, from school to home, to work and when you went out with friends. Then there were pictures and threatening, creepy messages, not only to you, but to Hitoshi and your parents! ~ Eventually, the stalker was caught but a lot of damage had already been done, your family was forced to move and you didn't want to be alone at any point. ~ Honestly, the dorm programme came at a perfect time, your parents jumped at the opportunity to move you into the dorms, protected by pro heroes and in the safe hands of your boyfriend (your parents loved him). ~ Hitoshi trusted you more than anybody and he knew you would be a fantastic hero, but he wanted to take care of you in what can only be described as a vulnerable situation that only you, him and your family knew about. ~ So after that incident, Hitoshi was with you at all times. Which was originally fine, until it got in the way of classes. You couldn't leave him for battle training, the two of you had joined your desks together and had to be touching at all times. Your boyfriend was either holding your hand, or playing with your hair, had a hand on your knee or your back. ~ Aizawa had had enough, this was in the way of the two of you learning and eventually, if it continued, could tank your careers! ~ "Shinso." Aizawa called, separating the two of you, keeping him behind after class. ~ Hitoshi looked back at you, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek, "Stay in the hall, I'll be right there." ~ Turning back to his mentor, he watched the tired man sigh. Hitoshi was getting nervous, tapping his feet, scratching his neck and running his hand through his hair, he needed to be with you. ~ "Shinso, you need to be less codependent with (l/n), it's becoming tedious." Aizawa began. ~ Shinso snapped. ~ "Tedious? Tedious!? My partner was stalked for over two months! Their life was uprooted, they felt scared and unsafe every time they left the house and trying to protect them is tedious to you!? I'm terribly sorry teach!" His voice was rife with sarcasm. ~ Aizawa was shocked. He didn't know something so awful had happened to one of his students, or that it was affecting the life of his protegee... He felt guilty, angry and... Useless. ~ Aizawa didn't really know how to apologise, so he simply placed a (hopefully) reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder, guiding him to the door of the classroom, where you were stood patiently, but were so obviously nervous. ~ He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed, that the massive change in one of his best student's behaviour had gone under his nose. ~ You were stood against the wall, eyes flitting constantly, monitoring the hall for any kind of danger, you were nervously wringing your hands and playing with your fingers, you seemed to almost be in tears. ~ "Go and help them, I'll keep an eye out for anything suspicious and extra security will be placed around the dorm." Aizawa spoke quietly, not wanting you to realise he knew, he was under the impression that, if you wanted him to know, you would have spoken to him about it. ~ Hitoshi looked at his mentor, grateful that now he could at least sleep soundly knowing his partner had more security. ~ Once he left the room, you were on him instantly, hand around his and an arm around his waist, both of which he reciprocated. ~ He whispered in your ear that everything would be okay. ~ "I'll never let you get hurt, you believe that, right?" ~ You nodded, of course you did.

Tokoyami Fumikage

Tokoyami would be a slightly different situation, he knew you could handle yourself and you did, but the idea of it happening again made him terrified, so he went overboard with his security measures and actually winds up annoying you (in a sweet way?).

~ You loved your boyfriend and Dark Shadow, but this was getting ridiculous! ~ You were a very logical person, so when you began getting creepy messages and pictures of yourself at times when you weren't aware you were being photographed, yes, you were scared, but you were also determined to be strong and fix it. ~ Obviously you told Fumikage that the stalking was happening, he was the first person you'd told, but you asked him not to go to anyone, that you had a strong feeling you knew who it was and how to handle it. ~ He had reluctantly agreed. ~ Dark Shadow was adamant that you needed help! He was begging Fumikage to check on you, help you, keep you out of sight and away from anyone who wanted to hurt you, or worse. ~ But he was your boyfriend, he trusted you, the way he wanted you to continue trusting him! If he took over and ignored what you'd asked of him, he was worried he would lose that trust. So he left you to it. ~ Less than a week later, police were outside the school, arresting a student who had admitted to sending you threatening messages, as well as other people in the school. ~ You were so smart, you followed the text messages, hacking and just being a genius and finding whose phone sent them. ~ You involved the police and Principal Nezu, who quickly looked over your evidence and made the correct assumption, calling the police and having the guy arrested. ~ You felt a lot safer now and were considered a bit of a saviour for the other students the boy was frightening, but Fumikage couldn't get it out of his mind that something similar could happen again. ~ Without you knowing, he placed tiny cameras outside your dorm room window and in the hallway (obviously he wasn't going to put cameras in your room, cause creepy), he wanted to make sure you were alright. ~ But you weren't stupid, as he now realised when you burst into his dorm room, holding his devices. "What the hell is this!?" You shouted. ~ Fumikage went silent, shocked that you'd even seen the cameras, he tried to explain but just released sputtered apologies. ~ "I-I just wanted to m-make sure you were safe!" ~ You looked shocked now, looking at your boyfriend who was now looking down at the floor, Dark Shadow curled up on the bed behind him, looking forlorn. ~ "Someone was following you and I didn't know, you're the most important person in the world to me, if something happened to you again and I could have stopped it, I would never forgive myself." ~ Looking calmer and sympathetic for the poor boy, you sat next to him on the bed, cupping his face and tilting his head to look at you. ~ "I know this was hard for you, but I'm safe and I can handle myself, you know that. But I know for a fact, you would never let anything happen to me, if you think this was a dangerous situation, then you feel free to take all the crazy security measures you need to. But I'm fine." ~ Your voice was practically a whisper, as you leaned in and left a soft kiss on Fumikage's feathered cheek. Then on Dark Shadow's, because he got jealous.

Shigaraki Tomura

This one seems pretty obvious, Shiggy would go nuts! Screw All Might and the plan, he had a new target to deal with, someone hurt his darling and there is no way in hell he was going to let them get away with it!

~ When Tomura got back to the bar, he was expecting the usual greeting, he had his gloves on already, preparing to be jumped on by his beautiful little love, but as he entered through the door, you weren't there. ~ He searched through the building, almost ready to tear off his gloves and disintegrate walls on the slight chance you were inside of one! ~ But then he heard you sniffling, he knew it was you, you cried that way when you were reading or watching one of your favourite shows, it was coming from Toga's room. ~ Bursting through the door, he saw you, being cradled by Toga and Dabi, he would have been upset that Dabi was anywhere near you, but he was more focused on the fact that you were crying hysterically. ~ Trying to get close to you, he stood on one of the many pictures he hadn't realised were strewn across the floor, they were of you. ~ Of you at work. Of you at the store. Of you out to dinner with your parents. That dinner had happened two nights ago. ~ "Where did these come from?" He asked, voice slightly raspy after his assault on the building. ~ Toga was the one who responded, for once, her crazed smile was missing, replaced with a scared frown. "Someone slid it under her apartment door, with this." She handed Tomura an envelope that had writing on it. ~ 'YoUr'E MinE' ~ The writing was scrawled and messy, the person who sent this, who took the pictures was obviously deranged. ~ You were being stalked. ~ Rage filled Tomura, who dared to come close to you, to believe you were theirs!? Hell no! You were his! His darling! ~ But he pushed the anger down so he could look after you. ~ Once you realised he had come home, you reached out for him, desperate to feel close to him, to feel safe. ~ He scooped you up, sitting next to the other League members as he cradled you in his lap. ~ "My poor baby," He whispered, leaving kisses on the crown of your head as you buried your head in his shirt. ~ "Kurogiri, you know what to do." ~ He did know what to do, he was under the command to follow you around, keeping you safe and find the stalker. ~ Tomura would have the joy of taking care of them...

[fertilize-my-eggs]

The night stalker ch.2

The unexpected happened.

Ch.1 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 A03

Triggered warning: reader gets sexually assaulted in this so you have been warned!! Sorry for this chapter being a bit short but I'll do the next a bit long!! Every chapter will be posted on Tuesday! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

As I quietly walk into the street and into the crowd of people as I look at my phone to see if Katsuki messages me back.

I looked upwards to my surroundings, people heading to work in business suits, children and teenagers heading their way to school while I was walking to the bus to meet katsuki.

As I walked forward there was one person that stood out in the crowd, he's wearing a black hoodie and everything black except for his shoes, it's red. His light blue hair covered his face as he walked in the direction opposite of where I'm headed.

I didn't think much, some guys do dress like that, casual wear in Japan but I don't know something about him seems… off.

I watch his hand slowly pull out of his hoodie as he goes lower. Maybe I'm overthinking this and this guy is just getting his phone out.

It was five feet away as we got closer and to my surprise, he pulled his penis out as I gasped.

It was a few seconds and he quickly put it back inside, I quickly turned my head as I watched him keep walking, he didn't apologize or anything, act like nothing happened… Did anyone see? I turned around and no one seemed to care, people were talking to their friends and some were on their phone scrolling.

What I noticed off the bat was that the man has a mole and large scar near his lips but he had an unsettling smile when I saw him flash me.. that was the night stalker?? I turned around to see where he was going but he was already gone.

I began to panic as I walked away. Maybe I was seeing things, a man couldn't do that in broad daylight in public… could he?

I sat at the bench as I feel my breathing is out of control as I try not to have a mental breakdown.

I should of call the police for the sexual assault and got that criminal arrest… I feel a light tap on my shoulder as I turn towards the direction, it was elderly woman speaking to me if I was alright.

I bow my head as I politely said.” yeah.. thank you ma'am. I'm doing okay. ” she rubs my back as she has a concerned look.

“ There young lady, I have nice sweet strawberries to help you. "The lady was kind as I politely accepted her offer. The Japanese strawberries were special there and the fruit were a bit expensive but I took the red berry as I began to eat it.

It tastes a lot better than the one that I have back home in my country as I sigh in relief.

What a sweet woman, the bus just stopped in front of us as I bowed my head towards her. I waved goodbye, she waved back as I got inside and gave the right money for the drive.

I sat down near a window as I looked out at the clean blue sky while I happily enjoyed eating the strawberry, my eyes got wider as I spotted the same man.

At the bus stop, he was standing there as he waved his hand at me. I feel deeply disturbed by this. His crimson eyes watch me inside the bus, it begins to drive away as I watch the man have the same smirk.

That night stalker didn't look threatening by his scrawny body but I didn't notice he was there until I looked out the window.

Does he know…. Where do I live? I feel my throat begin to dry up as I try to calm myself down.

Once at the bus stop, I immediately got up and ran first. I feel adrenaline kicking as I feel panicked.

I couldn't stop breathing as I bumped into a tall red haired gentleman as I gasped out loud.

“ woah! Are you okay? ” I heard the man say as I opened my eyes upward, I thought I was falling onto the ground but Bakugou catches my fall as he stared at me grumpily.

“ It looks like you saw a ghost dude. ” a blonde male came into view as he chuckled at me, I started to feel embarrassed.

I quickly got up as I sighed in relief as I looked at the ground.

“ It's fine… really guys. " Bakugou grabs my wrist as he's worried.” Are you sure? ” I blink a few times as I thought to myself, would they believe me, would they care about it?

My eyes begin to feel watery as the gentle red haired giant leans in.” oh no!! Are you okay? You can tell us anything please don't cry dude. ” I spill the truth as I sob.

“ I-I met the night stalker today and… ”

I look downward as I feel tears running down my cheeks as I cry out.

“ I… I got sexually assaulted by him and it was.. ”

Bakugou pull you close as he comforts you, he has an irritating facial expression.

“ we're going to the police right now. ”

[messedupcookiejar]

I think I wanna write a highschool AU with Stalker Touya and Yandere Tenko. Both are madly in love with each other but cannot tell the other.

Touya just stalks his crush and has a secret collection in his closet. Everything devoted to his secret lover. He always makes sure he knows where he is, going as far as putting a tracker in his school bag in secret. And taking pictures of his only one. He collects them and kisses them, making sure to treat them like his dearest treasure. He also keeps everything he can possibly steal from his sweetheart. And he is sickly obsessed with leaving a mark/marks on him to show that he is his and that Tenko would have something on him the entire time, a memory.

And Tenko is a batshit insane yandere. He has a secret poison garden in his own real one. Beside strawberry and mint is a nice and big plant of nightshade. And he has a secret mushroom stack hidden. He collected them in the forest and cultivated them. He makes sure no one thinks badly about his one and only. He makes sure that whoever gives him a dirty eye or acts too friendly with him gets kidnapped and is "convinced" to change their mind. Tenko also has a massive blood, knife and rope kink.

[d1s1ntegrated]

I just read your shigaraki fic with him stealing readers clothes and

First: loved it he’s such a little freak and I love him

Second: part 2? Maybe where reader goes into his rooms well he’s doing his thing with our clothes and gets caught red handed and just pretty much braces down and reader doms him or something I don’t know I just think a part 2 where reader walks in on him doing it would be fun

I’m sorry if this is against any rules you have you can ignore if you want

Im just an idiot 🙃 ok goodbye

shhhhh ur not an idiot and this is hot af so YASS

laundry pile (nsfw)

tomura x fem!reader

tags: stealing clothes, masturbation, stalker behavior, heavy petting, dacryphilia, p/v pen, swearing, degradation, dom/sub dynamic implied, fem reader, hardcore smut, light comfort, sub/switch! tomura, humiliation, oral (m&f rec)

A/N: i'm getting caught up on my asks finally 🫶 so sorry for the weird inactivity i love u all! also this isn't proofread sorry ill prob edit it later lol!

"For fucks sake" you threw your door open in frustration, storming down the hall to Shigaraki's room. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst. You didn't really want to ask him of all people, but you were desperate and flustered now.

You knock gently, and before hearing him respond, you turn the handle.

"Hey, Shigaraki, have you seen my-" You open the door of Tomura's room prematurely, the light knocking not alerting him fast enough as he scrambles to yank his covers over him.

"SHIT, fucking, GET THE FUCK OUT," the man's voice heightens in pitch with every word, straining to speak. He's gripping his blanket with four white knuckles, ring finger held above the blue fabric. His hands shake and beads of sweat are flattening his fringe to his forehead, and his breathing even from the doorway looks erratic. It's no mistake, you walked in at the wrong time. Your jaw hangs open slightly at the image of him and begin backing up slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'll...well, while I'm here," you start with a sheepish smile, "have you seen my black sweater? The one with the..." Your fingers twiddle around as you describe the well-loved garment, and he groans.

"...No," he wipes his hair from his face, "Go ask the girls."

"Sorry. Yeah, I'll do that." You reach for the door handle with a curt nod, and turn to head out, when something catches your eye. On the floor, next to a pile of used towels and dirty laundry, you notice the familiar lace trim, a delicate pink bow...

You reach for the piece as Tomura shoots up on his bed, still covering himself. "What are you doing??" His voice is anxious, and as you come back up, you hang the fabric delicately between your fingers in front of him.

"Are these my fucking underwear?" With a fire hot enough to burn his room to the ground, you storm closer to him, standing over him now with fierce eyes, able to really take in the sight of him now. His eyes are heavier than usual, his back flexed and his arms tense against his chest as he plasters the sheet against his snowy skin. He looks up at you with a feverish glint, avoiding contact with the skimpy bottoms hanging in front of his face. He shakes his head, unable to speak.

The sheet leaves little to the imagination, as you look him up and down in his bed. You bite back your rage as you notice a strap peeking out from under one of his pillows, and you shove him back and lean over to yank it out from underneath. Your pink bralette, that you could've sworn you lost for good, was now in your hands, waving dangerously close to Tomura. With wide eyes, he gives the equivalent look to a dog who got caught with a slipper. Cowering was a new look for him. As you stare him down, you notice the sheet twitching, an unmistakable silent pleading. Your face, now mere inches above his, sends his heart sprinting out of his body.

If it weren't for your discovery, it would've been almost...charming, to see him like this. Lips pink and puffy, as if they'd been bitten raw, and the remarkable sheen of sweat and lust glazing his scarred face. A heavy breath, halfway to climax and halfway to anxiety attack. You couldn't tell if he was turned on or terrified at this point. Your mind preferred the latter, but somewhere deep inside, you liked the idea of the former.

There was also something already charming about his actions. Your clothes were scattered all around him, around his room. Part of you felt enthralled by the idea of your fearsome leader, your boss, the dangerous villain doing something as depraved and perverted as stealing your clothes. Especially after all of the shit you guys fought about, how many times he told you to fuck off and that he couldn't stand you. It was like an unwritten confession, and it made your heart flutter for a moment. You stood there, thinking about what he was doing to them exactly, with a frivolous process. It didn't take much for your mind to conclude the thought, knowing you just caught him doing precisely what you could have imagined with them. It felt almost elementary to catch him in the act of something so vulgar, and despite your scornful expression, you had to fight the instinctual curling of your lips.

"What else do you have of mine?" You kept your face flat, curiosity driving you further. He shrank down a moment before raising a shaky arm towards his door.

"Close that, please" his brows furrowed as you both looked toward the wide-open door, giving whoever walked by a full view of the situation. You padded towards it and slammed it closed, locking it behind you before re-approaching him with the same fervor as before. You toss the two garments at him and ask him again.

"What else did you steal from me?"

He swallowed and took a deep breath before raising his hand up in defeat, "I'm sorry". His eyes glossed over as he looked away, blinking rapidly. He lifted the pillow behind him and began removing things from the pile of things. Multiple pairs of underwear, two bras, three shirts, a pair of lounge shorts, and a few random socks. Your jaw dropped as he handed them to you, sniffling with embarrassment and disturbance. You shook your head slowly, partially in awe and disbelief. How did he even manage...and why? How long had he been doing it for? Your mind raced as you compiled everything at the edge of his bed. He sat there dejected as you counted everything.

"Fourteen. FOURTEEN things of mine. Just under your pillow. What, why?? Where else do you hide it all? Is this where all my clothes have gone?" Your voice rises in frustration and confusion as he falters.

He shakes his head and quavers, with the smallest voice you've ever heard from him.

"I don't know. I'm sorry". He shows remorse, no doubt. But the movement underneath the thin sheet doesn't help to convince you of his guilt. Some part of him likes the fact he was caught, surely. It's easy to see it, with the faint flush of his complexion.

You lean down more and lift his face with a finger on his chin, directing his eyes to meet yours. You don't say anything, which scares him more than anything. At any point, you could run out of his room, screaming about how he was a freak, or a coward, or a stalker. Even him, your notorious leader, was scared of being exposed so viscerally. You recognize this, his crimson eyes welling with shameful tears as you look into them.

You wanted to be so angry. You wanted to be disgusted, freaked out, and you wanted to hate him. You could let him being murderous slide, but being a loser? It boiled your blood. But you couldn't tear yourself away from his wet gaze, the tears falling heavily now as you gripped his chin between thumb and forefinger. He didn't pull away, either, he just accepted his loss. There were so many reasons why you should hate him.

But you don't, you realize, as you lean in and pull him into a hungry kiss. His lips are rough, but wet with tears as you press yours into them. Maybe it was pity, maybe it's because you know he's pent up and stressed out and most certainly a virgin. It's possible he just needs comfort. Perhaps you're encouraging him, and for all you know, maybe you like that.

You stop yourself from thinking and just let your body move. You push him back, taking his hands away from the iron grip on the sheets and lifting them above his head. He doesn't argue, and complacently loosens his body with a light whimper as you touch him. You climb onto his lap, still pinning his arms down as you snake your tongue into his mouth. He tastes so sweet, so addicting. It was unlike anything you could describe, like apple and spices and sweet mint. You cave in to him, allowing yourself to feel the rush of endorphins swell in your core. Your mind goes blank as you feel his length between your legs, twitching and jumping like an eager animal.

You finally pull away from the kiss, only to bite down his scarred neck and shoulder.

"You're a fucking thief" you say between bites, and he whimpers.

"I know" he shakes as you sink your teeth in. He groans out as you bite down harder at his response.

"You're a fucking freak" you spit. He nods, trembling.

"I'm sorry" he cries out as you sink your canines into him.

"You like that, hm? You like being a sick fuck?" you tighten your grip on his wrists.

His whimpers and moans drive you crazy. You fight the urge to take him all at once, even if it tortures you as well. Your lips curl sadistically as you lick his wounds, tongue grazing over not only the bites, but the torn skin of his neck from his incessant scratching. The faint taste of blood stings in your mouth, the metallic fragrance soaking your senses. You feel your core liquify as tears spill from his eyes, the thick lashes sticking together. He sobs, clenching his jaw.

"Please, I can't take it". His heavy breaths buckle in his chest, and you bring your free hand up to caress his face.

"You're so pretty like this, Tomura" your voice is slick with hunger, a newfound lust from hearing his pathetic noises. He blinks up at you in a daze, his pupils blown wide as you release your grip on his wrists.

"Please" he whispers, and you laugh.

"Please what? You seriously think you're getting rewarded? For being a fucking pervert?"

Tomura bites his lip and shakes his head.

"No, I'm sorry".

It was a sight to behold. Your fearsome leader, now crumbling beneath you, begging to be touched. Pleading for forgiveness, admitting fault with fat tears soaking his cheeks. Everything you swore he would never be capable of, he was doing. And it made you feel so powerful. It was well overdue- someone eventually would've put him in his place- you just never thought it'd be you to do it.

You retreat from his lap, standing swiftly. You watch his face fall a bit, then relight as you slide your top and bottoms off, leaving you standing nearly naked in front of him. His eyes soak in the image of you, his hands clenching. You reach for the sheet and yank it off of him, finally, to expose his naked body completely.

His cock stands proud, already leaking and throbbing as you grab it. He gasps, the air hitching in his chest as your thumb slides down the tip, admiring his length as you squeeze it gently.

"You're such a desperate little bitch," you start demeaning him further, fingers trailing to wrap around his balls. He mewls as you continue, "I always knew you were a pathetic loser".

His cock convulses as you speak, and you lose you patience. You take him in your mouth, pressing your tongue flatly against the thickness. You graze your teeth against the sensitive skin, and he hisses out a string of curses. You speed up, fingers still teasing him with lazy tugs. You reach underneath and press two fingers against the untouched skin, massaging it gently. The action causes him to clench his fists mindlessly against the sheets, and they immediately disintegrate into nothingness. He grumbles out a "Fuck", but is swiftly redirected back to the multitude of sensations below. You laugh, his thick cock still in your mouth, and he throws his head back. He begins mindlessly thrusting into your throat, causing you to choke a bit on the size of him. He spreads his legs open further as you massage the neglected spot, clearly enjoying the newly discovered sensitivity.

Before he can finish, and god is he dangerously close to doing so, you pull off of him. He groans and silently begs for more, but you shake your head and get back on top of him.

"You think I'm doing this for your enjoyment? You owe me, not the other way around." you spew out. "It's my turn, loser."

He doesn't have time to argue it as you slide your underwear off and bring yourself to his face. You speak, knowing his can't respond, enjoying his compliance. "Have you ever done this before? No? Hm..." You chuckle out sinfully as his mouth falls wide, dragging his tongue up your dripping cunt to your clit. "Do a good job, and maybe then I'll let you have more."

He's clearly inexperienced, the way his tongue explores your folds and curves, but he's starving regardless. He presses his tongue deeply into you, moaning at the taste as you grind against his mouth. He gains confidence as he grips your hips with a four-fingered grip, keeping his pinkies as far as anatomically possible from your soft skin. He kneads his slender fingers into the fat of your hips and ass, his nails digging in as his tongue picks up speed. After a minute or two adjusting, he's eating you like a dog, licking and sucking and nipping at everything he can, with a determination previously unseen. It feels unforgettable, the way his teeth graze your clit and his tongue licks at you like you're candy. The poor depraved man laying under you, finally graced with the taste of you he's only ever had in dreams. You tasted much better than the underwear he stole. It felt holy now, so dirty and urgent that it felt like prayer.

You can't avoid the hastily approaching orgasm as he flicks his tongue on the throbbing bundle of nerves. You grind down on his face, coating his mouth and chin with your heat as he sends you over the edge. You drive your hips down, nearly suffocating him, as you clench and shiver on his face. You can feel him panting and smiling and swallowing every drop of your climax thankfully, which sends you even further.

When you finally come crashing down, you pull off of him and slide back down his chest and position him right in front of your needy hole. But you can't give into him just yet. It's his punishment, not reward, to fuck you and please you and make you cum.

He looks positively elated, his pupils still swallowing his ruby irises and his hair tangled around his pretty face. He's smiling, with a tired breath, but he's nowhere near done. He's completely aware of his consequences.

"Good boy, Tomu" you praise him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, his face still soaked from you. He smiles a bit more, but is still silent as you continue, "I almost forgive you for being such a disgusting slut".

He nods and silently mouths out an "okay". You trail a finger up his jaw and press a kiss to it. But his response isn't enough for you. You want more, you want to press the subject deeper before allowing him to have something so sacred.

"Tell me, pretty freak; why did you steal my clothes?"

He takes a moment to bite his lip, looking away as he responds. "I like to".

Not good enough. "And?" you pry.

"It...feels good. To smell you. And taste you. It feels so good..." he bleats out pitifully, and you can't help but feel a little bit enamored at his answer.

"Yeah? Was it worth it?" You tilt your head slightly, loving his plaintive admissions.

He nods and smiles, "Definitely".

Tomura's slight defiance stirs something inside of you. At the end of the day, he always gets what he wants. And if he wanted to steal your clothes, soil them with a weeks worth of cum, he fucking would. He did. He wasn't an entirely too demanding person, but he was, at his core, determined to have everything he wants. Including you, in every way he can.

You can't wait any longer as you take his length inside of you. You gasp out a bit at the size, feeling it stretch your walls with a burning sensation. He immediately moans out, unable to even slightly quiet down as he feels how wet you are around him.

"You're so fucking tight," he cries, and you clench around him, causing him to spasm a bit. His eyes roll back and he begins thrusting into you from below, the friction driving you crazy. "You feel just like I imagined" he confesses, words heavy with desire.

You grind into him as he thrusts, both rutting against each other fervidly. The tuft of baby blue hair drags a bit against your clit and you can't help as his name spills from your lips like honey.

"Fuck, Tomura, you're so big" you lewdly cry out as he grips you again. His cock slams against your cervix, sliding in and out of your entrance rapidly. His moans and whimpers become intangible, a never-ending slew of crude noises just leaking from his pretty pink lips. You nearly forget being angry, you throw your inhibitions to the side, because it feels far too good to not focus on entirely. The way he whines and keens melts you like the sun.

You both get closer with each frantic thrust. Months of pining and pretending to hate each other paid off well enough, because the feeling of his cock inside of you, plowing you filthily, locked in the satisfaction of meeting him in the first place.

"And I thought you hated my guts" you moan out as he slams into you, folding a bit. He wraps his arms around you and you tuck your head into his neck as he takes complete control from beneath.

"No, I just, fuck, couldn't stand not having this" he breathes out, his hold on you intensifying. "I want you".

His speed shakes your mind, leaving you fuzzy as you reach your final breaking point. He's close behind, his thrusts becoming less coordinated as he moans out your name like a broken record.

"Tomura, I-"

He cuts you off with a whine, "Please, let me cum inside of you". You completely shatter around him, the heat inside of you finally snapping in half as you grind into him mindlessly, the sensation of your orgasm tearing through you like a full moon's tide. You cry and gasp out into his ear, and he decides he can't wait anymore. He spills into you with a howl, twitching and sputtering as he finally fills you up. The pearly strings coat your sore insides, gumming you up. He sinks his teeth down into your neck as he ruts into you, pumping his seed deeper inside as he rides out his orgasm. You feel the suffocating wave of euphoria wash over you, unable to form a coherent thought as he pulls out slowly.

He lolls his head back and keeps you wrapped in his arms, unwilling to release you.

"I'm sorry" he finally speaks. The silence in the room dissipates with his raspy voice, and you nod.

"Do you at least wash them when you're done?" You ask, and he nods back.

"I return them when you aren't there.." he admits.

"Okay" you don't have the energy or even the space inside of you to actually be mad. If anything, you were more upset before cause for the most part, you were missing a lot of your favorite pairs of underwear, and you thought you were losing your mind.

"I promise I'll stop" he whispers into your hair, "I'm sorry".

You shake your head against his chest. "Don't. It gives me an excuse to come back in here and do this again".

His heartbeat speeds a bit as he processes your words. A part of him wants to tell you you don't need an excuse. But the other part of him wants you to keep catching him. The chase, the raw desire, he'd been playing the long game, and you fell right for it. His silly little game he'd been playing worked out perfectly in his favor, and he relished in that fact.

He doesn't respond. You close your eyes on his chest, and he pulls up the other blanket that was unscathed from his torrential grip. He smiles to himself as you slowly fall asleep on him, your breathing slowing. Lying there with you, he finally felt content and full for once, and that scared him. But he laid there still, soaking in the feeling of completing his goal.

But he no longer wanted to play this game. He wanted to win it.

[tomumess]

Shigaraki Stalker HC's

oh no! it seems you've forgotten to take your meds, because the thumping on the glass came back. little did you know, it was Tomura's arm twitching against the window frame, trying to soothe the aching in his pants, the sight of your soft body in those cute pyjamas making his cock twitch uncontrollably. now it makes sense why your socks were always sticky after walking on the balcony...

don't worry if you're walking home at night, because you're never truly alone! Tomura always keeps a safe distance, occasionally making noises to startle you, relishing in your pathetic display of fear. it's not his fault you get scared easily, and that every shiver in your body makes his hands tremble, nails scraping against his neck in an attempt to soothe the urge to just take you right there.

you've noticed some clothing going missing before washing it, and some of them somehow reappearing a few days later. there's nothing more satisfying than licking the wet spots your pretty pussy left. Tomura's chin was covered with a mix of your juices and drool, inhaling the scent of your used panties.

when his impulses got too bad, he would mess with your pills, making you sink into a deep slumber. his hands already explored everything you had to offer, his phone full of photos of you in various states of undress in the most compromising positions.

he couldn't bring himself to fuck you just yet, wanting to save it for the right moment. that didn't stop him from rubbing one out and cumming all over your face, his fingers spreading it around, and licking it off of you.

Tomura would bury his face between your legs, rutting into the bed as he inhaled your scent, burning it into his memory. he accidentally left a few hickies here and there, he couldn't resist biting your soft breasts, the feeling making his body shudder.

after getting his dose of your body, he'd cuddle up to your unconscious form, whispering sweet nothings and how he would protect you, which quickly turns into aggressive threats, saying how he'll rip you apart if you ever betray him. it doesn't matter if you had no idea who he was, he was going to make sure he was all you're ever going to think about, to make you experience all the nauseating feelings he harbored because of you.

he would use your shirt as a pillowcase, crying into it from frustration and desperate need to have you. he would return it after your scent disappeared, but he kept a few bras and panties as memento.

his degeneracy knows no bounds, he had no shame in rummaging through the your trash, eating the leftover food, licking the used napkins, reading any papers you discarded.

say goodbye to any social media presence, because you'll often find your posts getting deleted, accounts banned for no reason. Tomura was not going to let anyone else get even a glimpse you, a sight that should be rightfully belongs to him.

[sourpatchys]

•Shigaraki Falling for You•

A series of events following Shigaraki Tomura falling for you. (Reader is not in the league of villains)

Warning: protective/stalker behavior (potentially Soft Yandere?) and Self deprecating thoughts (nothing major)

Reader: written with a female reader in mind, but can be read as gender neutral

It’s going to be a slow process

The most slow burn of all slow burns

Truly he wishes he could just kill you, your stupid face and equally as stupid personality could fuck right off into dust.

He thought it was a fluke— any male his age would get a little flustered at the sight of someone as attractive as you are.

But then the feeling never stopped and he completely lost sight of himself

He’s never had the desire to get to know someone— you can’t really blame him for being so confused

For awhile he completely locks himself away from you, refusing to look at you or acknowledge you whatsoever (though he still found himself lurking around in your vicinity)

Once that fazes out he’s just angry.

Angry at himself, angry at you and angry at the world

You’re stuck to his brain in such an alarming way— he honestly thought it was someone’s quirk being used against him, like it was some sick joke

He hated it. He hated the way you made him feel, and he hated himself for feeling

No matter how hard he tried to fight it (albeit not very hard) he couldn’t find it in himself to hate you

His anger quickly turned to infatuation

He needed to know more about you, he needed to understand why your presence kept pulling him in

You were nice to him when he would come by the coffee shop you worked at

You gave him a smile so genuine it made him want to smile back

He found himself following you home some nights, just too see what route you would follow on certain days

This little routine of his made him wonder how you stayed so upbeat

Your customers were rude and entitled

Some of them would let their hands linger on you when you gave them change

Some of them gave you a hard time just to see you get upset

One guy in particular had tried to get you fired, making up more lies than shigaraki had ever heard.

He saw you cry for the first time in months in your apartment that night

Without really thinking about it, he tracked that guy down and killed him so you’d never have to see his face again

He didn’t know that killing that one guy would start a frenzy in himself

Now whenever someone got angry with you, whenever they couldn’t see that you were just doing your job—

He took it into his own hands to shut them up.

It wasn’t his most calculated idea, it wasn’t long before the police started to watch the area, and soon after more hero’s were out on patrol

He couldn’t really find it in himself to care though

One off handed comment from Dabi changed his whole ideals around in an instant

“If you keep going to her she’s just going to get in trouble”

It was a joke, he was making fun of him for taking so much time out of his day just to watch you exist

But it flipped a switch in his head

You had to come to him instead.

The more he thought about it the more he didn’t want you working at that crusty old coffee shop at the corner of town.

He didn’t want you dealing with those disgusting civilian creeps anymore 

The only safe place for you to be was with him

At this point he still hadn’t put the pieces together, he still wasn’t sure why you made him feel the way that he did.

That didn’t stop him from stumbling on your doorstep pretending he got mugged though

You were surprised to see him, he could see it in the gleam of your eyes

He wasn’t even sure if you knew who he was. Which he supposed would make things easier

And you didn’t know who he was— all you knew is that he was one of your regulars and that he needed your help

He had asked you not to call the police, he claimed he didn’t want any trouble with law enforcement— that he just wanted some water and a place to sit down

You were obviously on edge, scared, confused— all things he expected. But you let him in.

He had walked to your house on his own, letting himself get soaked in the storm outside. He wanted to seem believable, he wanted you to give him the attention he craved so badly

Your apartment smelled like coffee and sugar cookies, a pleasant smell he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget. It was the smell of you— a smell you carried with you wherever you went.

In the back of his mind he made sure to note that he needed to get you a wax warmer, he never wanted to go without this scent. He was starting to crave it.

You were patient with him, getting him water, checking his head for bumps and his body for bruises

You were like his own personal guardian angel

He took you that night

Not a trace of your life left behind, empty floors and bare walls. Not even your scent remained.

[egirlkelly69]

ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ [shigaraki x fem¡reader] -> wattpad

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They were watching him again. He could feel the looming presence of eyes focused on his lanky figure. This was only the 3rd time this week he had noticed eyes, but he had experienced it countless times for at least three months, yet was once again unable to catch onto this stalker.

Part of him was worried it was a hero catching onto him but so far he hadn't shown his face as all for one's successor so the chances of that was practically zero.

Shigaraki had been out for ten minutes, only walking along to the nearest corner shop for some ramen and it seemed as if the cashier was the only person out for at least a few blocks. The streets were empty and it was pitch black.

It was the same every time, no one around yet someone there, just hidden.

He was starting to think they had an invisibility quirk.

The door chimed as he pushed his way inside the brightly lit store, immediately heading towards the same products he always bought as if it was muscle memory. A stack of pot noodles, a few cans of energy drinks and a couple little sweet treats.

He quickly made his way to the front, only paying to lessen the publicity on his trail. He couldn't risk getting caught over petty crime and a few yen, not when he was settling down to plan his next moves with the league.

After chucking the notes and coins down on the counter top and placing the goods in the thin, crumpled plastic bag, he swiftly turned to leave, bumping into someone behind him.

Normally he would kill anyone who wronged him, but again to lessen the publicity of his existence he just snapped out a dry, "watch it."

"Oh shit- sorry," she replied, instinctively throwing her hands up in front of her chest in apology, allowing her hood to ride up, exposing her messy fringe

Not that he could really comment on others appearances when he barely took any care of his own but she was a mess.

"Whatever," he continued his exit, but was caught of guard by her conversation with the cashier.

"Please, I need this food,"she pleaded, leaning over the small mound of goods placed on the counter.

"There's nothing I can do miss, if you don't have the money I can't sell it to you, sorry"

"I can pay in a different way, my quirk can heal any injuries you have, please I'm begging you I need to eat."

Healing quirk huh? That's interesting.

"Sorry it's not worth losing my job over,"

Without thinking shigaraki turned and walked back up to the girl, standing over her, before slamming one of the notes from his pocket down onto the counter.

"here." He said dryly, scratching at his neck.

She spun around to look at him, "thank you,"

she's too close

He took a step back, but not before getting a glance at her face.

Her hair was in fact a mess and needed a brush, but she had a layer of mascara and black eyeshadow coating her eyes (a bit of which had smudged down her cheek), and glitter in the inner corner. The makeup didn't match her outfit which consisted of a black hoodie, patterned fluffy pyjama pants and crocks.

She smelt nice too

He didn't want to continue the conversation, not even knowing why he started it in the first place. Who was he helping people when he was supposed to be on the path to becoming the most feared and powerful villain.

Shigaraki turned to walk away as she packed the items he had paid for into the same flimsy plastic bag he had been given.

His walk home was more of a stomp. He was trying to cool his temper from the whole interaction and his anger at himself for even paying that girl any attention. Why did he even care that she couldn't afford food, it's not exactly as if he had the funds himself right now.

---

"Welcome back tomura shigaraki"

That pissed him of. He didn't even have a reason. He was just pissed of. At himself, At that girl and at everything.

"Pour me a drink." He demanded slamming the door behind him before heading to the bar stools and taking a seat.

He slumped over the table, itching at the already raw skin on his neck.

Kurogiri swiftly grabbed the almost empty bottle of the counter behind him and the glass below the counter. His movements were precise as if he was a robot programmed to serve.

"What has you so pissy tonight?" Dabi taunted, making a rare appearance to see what the banging around was about. He wasn't surprised his boss was being like this. Shigaraki was always throwing tantrums about something or the other.

The drink that had just been poured was thrown right over his shoulder in the direction the raspy, burnt voice came from.

"Right, okay then," he threw his arms up in disbelief at the act of aggression, acting as if he hasn't been searching to get a reaction out of his boss before retreating back to bed.

Without another word shigaraki also left the bar to his room to drown himself in shit video games and junk food for the rest of the night. A distraction that wasn't good enough to allow him to forget the encounter.

I'm giving the first chapter, pls lmk feedback and read on wattpad! I will update regular 🫶🫶

[yukikozummm]

shigaraki nation pls hear me out

pop singer!reader x stalker! Shigaraki

OR

stalker!reader x grunge singer! Shigaraki

i should be jailed

[theshinazugawaslut]

𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 — 𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑨'𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

/ this is my first time taking part of kinktober, if anyone has any ideas they'd also like to see, i'd be more than happy to add them. will be arranged into a proper masterlist soon!

Day One: - Shinazugawa Sanemi / Phone sex + voice kink / "Why'd You Only Ever Call Me When You're High?"

Day Two: - Katsuki Bakugo / face fucking + brat taming - Shigaraki Tomura / tentacle sex - Sanemi Shinazugawa / forced proximity

Day Three: - Shoto Todoroki / temperature play + praise kink - Sukuna Ryomen / bathing - Sanemi Shinazugawa / arranged marriage + fae

Day Four: - Muzan Kibutsuji / sex work + oiran - Shinazugawa Sanemi / vampire + longing - Sanemi Shinazugawa / ghost + haunted house

Day Five: - Shinazugawa Sanemi / omegaverse + scent kink - Katsuki Bakugo / werewolf + chasing and hunting - Aizawa Shota / villain roleplay + choking

Day Six: - Michikatsu Tsugikuni / vore + endless hunger + demon transformation / "I have been hungry." - Gyutaro Shabana / overstimuation + hand job - Sanemi Shinazugawa / piercing

Day Seven: - Levi Ackerman / virginity loss - Shigaraki Tomura / yandere and mind break - Sanemi Shinazugawa / somnophilia

Day Eight: - Kai Chisaki / medical roleplay - Izuku Midoriya / mutual masturbation + restraints/bondage - Sanemi Shinazugawa / dacryphilia

Day Nine: - Katsuki Bakugo / anal sex - Dabi / thigh fucking - Sanemi Shinazugawa / titty fucking

Day Ten: - Toga Himiko / face-sitting + squirting + blood - Keigo Takami / double pentration + bondage + praise kink + degradation kink + breeding - Sanemi Shinazugawa / yandere + paraphilic infantilism (treating/dressing someone like a child)

Day Eleven: - Shigaraki Tomura / Sex Tapes + Humiliation + Blackmailing - Sanemi Shinazugawa / dark fantasy + non-con

Day Twelve: - Douma / Vore + Period Sex - Isaac Foster / Predator-Prey + Murder + dubious consent + amokoscisia (mutiliation of women) - Sanemi Shinazugawa / teratophilia (deformed or monstrous people) + dark fantasy + reality/dream warp + mind break

Day Thirteen: - Shoto Todoroki / stalker + begging + delusional + needy - Hantengu clones / foursome + over stimulation - Sanemi Shinazugawa / Sanemi fucking a doll he made of you

Day Fourteen: - Touya Todoroki / 'Hate Sex' + loss of virginity + drunk sex - Uzui and his wives / free use - Sanemi Shinazugawa

Day Fifteen: - Kagaya Ubuyashiki / aphrodiasics - Muzan / necrophilia - Sanemi Shinazugawa

Day Sixteen: - Kagaya Ubuyashiki / CEO + exhibitionism + dick sucking - Sukuna Ryomen / party games + cockwarming + young love - Sanemi Shinazugawa / Goddess + agalmatophilia

Day Seventeen: - Touya Todoroki / Hades and Persphone + dubious consent + religous symbolism - Sanemi Shinazugawa / shower sex + lazy sex - Sanemi Shinazugawa / siren

Day Eighteen: - Shigaraki Tomura / Emetophilia (vomitting) - Sukuna / Exhibitionism + Sex slavery (of sorts) + Stockholm Syndrome - Sanemi Shinazugawa / hand fetish + lactophilia (breast milk)

Day Nineteen: - Genya / voyeurism + humiliation - Dabi / best friend's brother + forbidden love + tension - Sanemi Shinazugawa / cock and ball torture

Day Twenty: - Sanemi Shinazugawa / Courting Death / Grim Reaper AU + Suicide + Psychotic

Day Twenty One: - Cop!Sanemi / gunplay + brat taming + spanking + caning - Sanemi Shinazugawa / Wife Becomes a Man / Anal Sex (Nemi!Recieving)

Day Twenty Two: - Dabi / Delusion + yandere - Katsuki Bakugo / Barbarian King / feeding + stuffing + size kink + cock bulge - Sanemi Shinazugawa / orgasm denial

Day Twenty Three: - Genya / Mummy Kink - Sabito / treating you right kink - Sanemi Shinazugawa / pregnancy kink

Day Twenty Four: - Sanemi Shinazugawa / Son of Snow White x Daughter of the Evil Queen - Dabi / Beauty and the Beast AU

Day Twenty Five: - Muzan / Humiliation + Master/Slave  - Uppermoons / Gloryhole + Cum inflation -- Sanemi Shinazugawa / monster fucking 

Day Twenty Six: - Dabi / character study (doesnt want to end up like his parents but does worse) + branding + mafia + knife play + daddy kink + infantalisation - Sanemi Shinazugawa / lingerie + fisting 

Day Twenty Seven: - Izuku Midoriya / collars + sensory deprivation

Day Twenty-Eight: - Shoto Todoroki / soft sex + praise kink + bulging - Rengoku Kyojuro / loss of virginity + arranged marriage + passion - Sanemi Shinazugawa / Popstar!GF x Stylist!Sanemi 

Day Twenty-Nine: - Muzan Kibutsuji / CEO + Blackmailing + Classism - Mitsuri Kanroji / pillow princess + secret lesbianism + misogyny

Day Thirty:  - Sanemi Shinazugawa / doggy style - Ultraviolence / toxic!BF Katsuki - Sanemi / Loud + dick riding + gagging Sanemi

Day Thirty One: - Levi Ackerman / Quiet sex + Semi public  - Kai Chisaki / Brat taming + Corrective Dubcon - Sanemi Shinazugawa / Body Worship + First time + "I made you feel this good?"

[manlywitch]

How bout possessive Shigaraki & Dabi x male reader?

Where the reader has been hanging around other people besides the LoV and the two are getting jealous. Extremely jealous.

ahhhh, tysm !! this request makes me so happy, and i hope you enjoy this one!!! have a great day or night! (⌒‐⌒)💙.

I accidently posted it while I was still working on it, I love how cool my fast ass fingers are /J

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⭐️> A bit of a masochist Shiggy and Dabi...

🌱> Proofread ?- ❌️

⭐️> A tad bit of yandere- ish behavior.

🌱> Reader is kind of a male bitch.

⭐️> SFW(-ish)

🌱> Type - Not even sure (🫧)

⭐️> I'm not even sure if this makes sense, but we'll roll with it.

🌱> Reader has a teleportation quirk.

FEM ALIGNED DNI. ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ`✦ ˑ ִֶ

•◇ᵐᵃⁿˡʸʷⁱᵗᶜʰ◇•

A beautiful green landscape was next to you whilst sitting in the train looking out of the window, your friend sitting next to you chatting about whatever. You weren't listening at this point being zoned out.

It wasn't like you were thinking about anything or anyone at the moment.

Just the type of zoned out where you would stare at nothingness until it gets blurry.

"Uh...(M/n)-?"

"(M/n)?"

"Son of a b-" a pinch to your ear got you out of the weird ass trance you were in as you looked plainly at your friend.

"Okay, so like I was saying -" your friend continued <their> speech, and you responded with 'Yes' and 'mhm' occasionally.

The feeling of eyes watching you suddenly hit you when a man sitting opposite of the train directly looking at you grabbed your attention.

He looked away as soon as he noticed you saw him, not before noticing blue-ish hair from under his hoodie slightly drooping out.

You knew who it was.

'Fucking idiot' you thought knowing who this guy was.

The weird ass stalker who was also known as your 'boss' as you put it.

Ever since joining the LoV, you noticed two men both trying to gain your attention in 'subtle' ways.

"Okay...(M/n) I will literally cut off your dick if you don't listen to me -" Your friend cut you out of your thoughts, and your attention was back to <them>.

Half an hour later, you got off your train and parted ways with your friend.

You knew Tomura was behind you.

You could feel his eyes piercing through your skull.

You took a left turn into an alleyway, the skinny man following behind you.

You stopped at some point and used your quirk. Tomura, not sure why you stopped.

"Why are you still talking to- " you heard him say, you knew he was a dumb impatient brat but holy fuck.

Couldn't he just stay silent? Like... He was trying to be stealthy or whatever.

you teleported in front of him, face lowered to his and seeing red before he could even finish his sentence. “don’t you dare,” you breathe as you curled your fingers around the pale man's throat and pressing down with careful pressure. “if i so much as hear <their> name leave your lips,” you leaned closer, your lips barely brushing the stunned man's neck. “i will fucking castrate you in your sleep..."

Your tone was threatening and serious, but Tomura was still a bit giddy, feeling your hand around his neck still recalling the feeling.

It almost gave him a hard on.

He was trying to contain a smirk knowing that you touched him and not Dabi.

He just wanted you to also get the feeling you were about to get a boner if he were to touch you.

Maybe? He hoped, at least.

After he lost the giddiness and all that of being touched by his dear 'future husband', it only got replaced with jealousy and hatred from the thought of your 'friend' it gave a sour taste in his mouth.

He was still standing there the same way. You scoffed and walked away.

| 🌱💙🌱 『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

You walked back in to the usual stuff that happened in the abandoned bar that you and the other members of the LoV called a base.

Just Kurogiri cleaning glasses that already seemed clean to you

and Toga laying on the couch drinking some random drink that was blood with some random juice mixed while watching some random gorey film.

And Dabi-? Probably in his room doing. . . No one knows.

When you walked into your room, you found out you were completely wrong about what Dabi was doing since he actually was sitting on your bed.

He ushered you over and made you sit next to him

"I just got a call from crusty fuck..." Dabi said in a deep almost threatening tone.

"Me and him have decided to claim you. So you're officially ours now. You can not say no." He said, smirking most likely proud he got to claim his lil' 'bunny'.

When Tomura walked in, you were immediately sandwiched by the possessive men.

"Motherfuckers-" You couldn't say anything else before you felt hands wrapped around you.

|🌱💙🌱 『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

You awoke the next day, your body marked up with hickeys and scratches.

'Fuckin' assholes...'

In the background, you heard your 'boyfriends' talking about how handsome you looked with their marks all over you.

Guess this was your life now.

ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦

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I hope this is what you wanted.

I always love new requests, so absolutely send them in when you get an idea!!🌱

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Craving for your love ch.1

A03 ch.2

A/n: read the tags in my A03, this story will end on 45 ch, I'm actually excited to write vampire tomura shigaraki fic!! This story won't follow the mha plot since this is my story and this is dark theme fanfic so please read the tags in A03 if you continue to read this story, I hope y'all enjoy :3

It's nicely cold night outside as I'm walking alone heavily drunk. Having fun at girl night out at the club, it's exciting.

I yawn quietly from the exhaustion as I keep walking, the heels are killing me as I clumsy take them off, I yelp in pain as I fell onto the floor.

“ ouch…. I should of called a taxi.. ” I rub my lower back as I sigh softly, my friends did ask me if I need a ride home and me being stubborn person, I politely decline their offer. 

As I rub my back little more, I hear a voice. It's ran a chill down my spine as I hear it..

It's soft spoken, a raspy voice echo, it was near by. I can't tell who or what.

“ what are you doing sitting alone darling? ” it's sounds like male voice but this voice sounds soothing like a warm blanket wrap around me as I look around.

There no one around, feeling a bit paranoid, I much of drink too much.

I slowly get up as the night is getting dark, who was that… I don't know why but his voice sounded nice.

I keep walking to my routine to my house, luckily it's couple of blocks from the club.

Still I have a odd feeling.. I look around for anyone following me, there no one up at this hour.

It's one in the morning, I walk into an empty alleyway as I look behind me, there no one here.

Maybe I'm hallucinating things maybe that why I hear a voice, I scream out in pain as I realized I step in glass.

I should of wear my heels because this is bad, I lean on the wall as I think of something fast.

“ aww you poor thing. Do you need help? ” I gulp there that voice again a gut feeling that I should leave the area immediately.

“ you're losing blood… mhmm you smell so sweet. ” I start to panic feeling like this thing sounds dangerous, I pause in fear as I stare at the dark silhouette that standing in front of me as I feel my breathing is harder to control.

Growing bright red eyes staring at me as I feel like my body couldn't move, I couldn't speak.

“ what? Cat got your tongue darling~ …..” he coming closer as I feel his aura is dangerous, everything about this thing is terrifying.

He grabbed my chin as he pull me closer to him, letting my neck be exposed by him. He had very long white haired pure as the snow, his eyes are sharp but it looks soft like delicate feather. The maroon eyes stare into my eyes as I feel sweat running down my skin to see his fangs out as he speak softly.

“ let me drink your blood sweet girl~.”

Then a loud buzz woke me up as I begin to cry out… was it a dream? How did I get here, I started to touch my neck area, there nothing as I begin to blush.

Who was that… he look like he doesn't belong here, the outfit look different then model outfits. It's feel odd, he was like wearing what I believe belongs to the 19th Gothic wear.

The cloak, the dark deep reds and blacks, the way he looks at me.

I slowly realized the loud buzzing alarm was my phone as I grab it, I quickly turn it off.

It's puzzle me, how did I get here, who was that man.. there was no time for questions as my phone was ringing as I see it was my best friend uraraka calling me.

“ hey girly!! How did you sleep? ” I smile as I got up and stretched. 

*Yawn* “ heya good morning Ochoa-chan, I slept okay.. I think I had an odd dream. ” I hear her concern gasp.

“ oh my god girl what happened?? ”

I walk into the restroom to brush my teeth.

“ well you remember our girl night out .. I was walking home drunk. ” she hum softly as she listens to me talking.

“ there was a tall white hair man that look out of place like he was in medieval times…. He was asking me if I was okay” she gasp as she speak.

“ oh wow that does sound interesting… was he's gothic?? Maybe he trying to help you.”

“ no like this man was weird, talking about how my blood smell good when I got hurt with glass in my foot. ” I pause as I quickly look at my foot, it's gone.. there no cuts or any signs of damage as I feel an unease in my belly.

“ is there any cuts? Are you okay?!? ”

“... uhh yeah it's look fine, I don't have any cuts.. I will call you later uraraka-chan because I think it was just a dream.”

“ yeah I agree, take care ____-chan, we’ll talk more when we hang out again. ” I hang it up as I think about it, that had to be a dream, it felt realistic but I remember walking home that night.

Why… do I bearly remember anything in that happened after he grab my chin…

Everything was strange, I feel like my head is hurting from this, I finished with brushes my teeth, I used the restroom.

Begin to have a normal day maybe it's was nothing, it'll go back to normal.

Everything will be fine…. Right.

I should called momo if she and others want to hang out again today, it was so fun hanging out with the girls.

I pull out my phone to call momo.” hey girly!! We should hang again today, I was feeling bit odd from last night and I wanted to clear my mind.”

She got worried as I explained to her what happened.

“ ahh I understand, we can all hang again, do you wanna have a lovely panic with us dear? ”

“ yes please, I need to forget that dream.. I'm not sure if it was a dream. ” I sigh heavily as I look at the clock.

“ we should get breakfast, have you eaten anything? ”

“ no I haven't eaten but I'll pick you up, we get the girls for morning breakfast. ”

“ yeah that sounds great, I'll take a quick shower and we'll head out. ”

“ ok sound like a plan!! See you soon ____-chan. ”

“ yeah I'll seen you soon yaoyorozu-san!! ” we hang up as I get a cute outfit for breakfast, I can't wait to start my day with my best friends.

[epickiya722]

Most Izuku takes are ridiculous (the stalker, pedo, SA) but the most annoying one has the be where fans bring in xx random character and want them to be the MC. So far I've seen these candidates for the mha protagonist role who would somehow make the show better (according to literally no one except their diehard stans):

Bakugo

Kirishima

Mirio

Monoma

Todoroki

All might

They also talk about how this character 'would have saved shigaraki unlike deku'.

The perfect visual of seeing terrible Izuku Midoriya takes. Like, what you mean pedo and SA?! HIM?! IZUKU MIDORIYA?! We're going to get back to that.

I'll be honest, if Midoriya wasn't the protagonist I would have stilled favored him a lot more than anyone else.

Bakugou, Mirio and Kirishima fit into the mold of the typical shonen protagonists from physical appearance to personality more than Midoriya does... which is why I'm glad they were not the protagonist.

I'm sorry but sometimes let's break that mold.

I adore those characters, but Izuku Midoriya is a wild card if I ever seen one.

He looks like a total sweetheart (and he is) and "plain", but he's more complex than people give him credit for and it sucks they're really just looking at him surface level.

Let's be real, none of those characters would have succeeded in saving Tomura and Tomura wasn't meant for it. He was written to be a tragic character. A villain who was written to be understood, not redeemed and none of those characters would have been able to do that.

And I know those people weren't fucking with Tomura like that for real. Just another way to say "Midoriya is a bad character". Those same people were probably the ones who wanted Tomura to die but can't say it because "I gotta look cool".

(I have happily unfollowed and blocked a lot of people over the past couple of months.)

It's even weird to say "All Might is a better candidate" when he and Midoriya are literally like the same person. We would have still gotten the same story, DID THEY NOT SEE THE PARALLELS WITH THESE TWO?!

If Midoriya and All Might switched ages and places, it would have probably still been the same story.

I really hate seeing "stalker" and Midoriya in the same sentence. Like, no, he isn't a stalker.

"But he knows about Bakugou---"

They lived in the same town and went to the same schools. It's not that Midoriya stalks (ew) Bakugou. He is literally just there. Of course, he knows about how Bakugou interacts with girls. It's called "happened to be in the same hallway and somehow even when he doesn't try to, Bakugou will make it as center of attention".

Can't use them being tiny kids as examples for Midoriya being a "stalker" because they were kids! Who calls a CHILD a stalker?

Midoriya and Bakugou grew distant!

It's so funny to me that people want to call Midoriya a "stalker" but never bring up the fact Bakugou always made it his business to know what is going on with Midoriya even in middle school. He had no reason to get up in his face about applying to UA, getting upset that Midoriya got a Quirk, several times we have seen him be nosy when Midoriya is having a conversation...

Jeez, the pedo and SA takes... where did that even come from?! Wait, let me guess, is it from the times that a girl would somehow be near him or touching him? Again, this is Izuku Midoriya we're talking about here. He doesn't even think of girls like that. He doesn't act like some fiend trying to harass girls.

And if anyone is looking at any scenes he has with the younger children and think "he's a pedo" they're the weird one. They can stay away from me.

Oh, the "he cries, he's annoying" thing is stupid. Toxic masculinity, that's what that is. Hypocritical even because if you really think Izuku Midoriya showing his emotions is "annoying" have that same energy for every character. Let's not act like Katsuki Bakugou wasn't crying in season one. If you saw that scene and didn't think "Ugh, annoying" but do for Midoriya, there is the damn door.

Come on, that's how I know that some of these are full of shit.

I say this without hesitation: some folks just want to hate on Midoriya because they just want to be a part of the crowd. They have these "takes" just to make themselves look "logic" even though it's just straight bullshit. It's not how they really feel, it's just shit they come up with to fit in.

Being a hater all the time, especially over one character, just seems boring to me.

They make up stuff to hate a character. That's how I know they really don't hate the character. Why make up reasons to hate a character? To follow the crowd? You're really letting people online influence you to be a hater? Like, really think about that. It's ridiculous.

Some people in this fandom are a headcanon and a half. They don't want to accept that Izuku Midoriya is the protagonist and was meant to be since the My Hero days and they don't want to accept the fact that he isn't that bad of a character. Probably have 20 different posters of him but have to "save face" and be a hater.

Again, I adore the other characters but it's gotten to the point I am highly annoyed by their fans. A lot or at least the loud minority act as if the characters are better than Midoriya. They're not. They're just as flawed and that's fine. But they're not all that special for folks to constantly hate, hate and hate.

Hell, because of Midoriya a lot of these characters wouldn't be characters. It's absurd to me to be a fan of any these characters (especially Bakugou, Todoroki and All Might) and be a hater of Midoriya.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I'm not sure if you're still doing the fact-au asks still, but the guided masturbation fic has me in a chokehold to this day. So I was thinking about something along those lines but in a stalker au? Like Dabi who doesn't have any experience in sex (for whatever reason) develops a crush on shigaraki, can't be normal about it, kidnaps him, only to find out shigaraki is worse and has also been stalking him. Because he can't be normal about a crush either.

Stalker 4 Stalker Au? Yummy! But I prefer one of them to actually be a victim/other flavor of crazy! I actually did stalker/yandere for the last round of 5 Fact AUs! It's going to become a 101 kink prompt when I have the chance. The long and short of that one is that Dabi stalks Shigaraki and breaks in to be creepy, gets caught, and Shig is a little more yandere and locks him up down in the basement and turns him into a 1950's housewife sub, which Dabi is happy to become. But this is a dynamic I can have fun with in another flavor so how about Stalker/Manipulator instead?:

Dabi gets obsessed with Shigaraki after his debut at UA. He wants to know everything about the guy who attacked his brother, who rocked All Might and left such a mark that the hero world is scrambling. He goes and finds him, and sees him being treated by the doctor who made that horrible hospital full of puppets and decides he absolutely can't let that stand. He doesn't want his new idol to end up being as empty and used up as the kids he burned. So, he kidnaps him.

Dabi was fully off the radar and Shigaraki is still out of commission because of the gunshots when it happens, leaving AFO scratching his head about where his fucking successor went. In the meantime, Dabi is so happy to have Shigaraki near. He makes him wear gloves all the time because 'he's not stupid', but he talks to him constantly, telling him about his goals and who he is, how he wants to destroy heroes just like Shigaraki does. He takes care of him and takes a lot of arson jobs and robs places that Shigaraki points him towards so that he can get the money he needs to ensure that Shig has better medical care than he ever bothered procuring for himself.

Shigaraki is not thrilled about this situation, of course, but Dabi is just a crazy villain who wants to do what he wants to do. He can work with that. And AFO taught him how to find people's pressure points and use them to break his targets. So he leans into the conversations with Dabi, watching him get all starry-eyed and leaning in closer to him when they're talking. The first time Dabi blushes when he says that he's good to talk to, Tomura immediately decides to go for the seduction angle.

He leans in hard. He's telling Dabi how beautiful his eyes are, telling him what a nice voice he has, praising him for how well he's survived all of this, hyping him up and agreeing that he has what it takes to show the world how bad Endeavor is. And one night, Shigaraki asks if he can kiss Dabi. Dabi is bright red and timid when he nods. Tomura kisses him, super slow and soft at first, but he deepens it and tells Dabi how good he tastes and Dabi gets even more confused and embarrassed because he's hard and he's never been hard while awake before (coma all through puberty, too much pain to trust anyone to touch him afterwards, no one interested anyway, and he didn't even really get what he was missing because of the knowledge gap).

Tomura tells him how to take care of himself, and keeps things very sweet with Dabi, and Dabi is absolutely head over heels for Tomura, doing anything he asks-- except letting him go, because he doesn't want to be alone again 🥺. Tomura tells him that's okay. He wants to stay with Dabi, and he'll be happy how things are until he is ready to trust him. Dabi timidly asks how he can make Tomura feel as good as he helped Dabi feel, and he teaches him how to suck him off, he gets Dabi to lengthen his cuffs so he can finger him open and even eats him out, and he dangles the possibility of sex in front of Dabi. He calls it 'making love' because he wants to show Dabi how much he cares about him now, and Dabi keeps trying to say he's smarter than that, that he won't fall for things, but he still takes Tomura to bed, and Tomura knows how to get out of handcuffs, he always has. He was just curious about this situation, and he still fucks Dabi, still slips the cuffs and could kill him and escape, but, well. Being away AFO made it very obvious that he was using his own manipulation tactics on him, and Dabi is such a good and loyal pet, doing anything he asks if he just gets a little positive reinforcement. Tomura can work with that.

[d1s1ntegrated]

clothes stealing is so real and true to me… freak behavior is beloved… but wat if it was kinda switched? like you wuld steal and hoard shigaraki’s shirts and garments lwlwwl… i feel lik he wuld kinda go crazy abt it since his freakiness is being reciprocated and wuld make him all the more lovey and obsessed idk…

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oh yeah. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 mode activated....heh......

paparazzi

creepy(or is this just canon?)!shigaraki x creepy!fem!reader

summary: life's more fun when you're being fucking crazy.

wc: 4035

cw: stalker behavior, gore-esque writing, mental illness, compulsions, loss of virginity, masturbation, cnc ment, crying, suicidal ideation, biting, rough, dead fucking dove. teehee!

a/n: i'm putting dead dove on here cause i know a lot of this might be a hard read but i'm in a mode that is so ferocious and unstoppable. consider this my shibuya incident part one. also this isn't fully proofread sorry!!!!!!!!

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

There's blood. There's so much blood. It soaks through his shirt, his hoodie, his jeans. The smell is nauseating as he trudges into the base, breathing lamented and head spinning.

The stench of death clings heavily to the pale man as he throws himself into a barstool, flinging his hoodie and shirt to the floor with a disconcerting slap. His face is bruised and beaten- a sore loss in his eyes, regardless of the number of bodies piled high in a corner of the city.

The hideout is dead silent as everyone disbands, leaving him alone at the bar with Kurogiri. Without a word, he's poured a drink in a highball glass, taking it with one swift gulp. It does little to settle the defeat staining his chest, as he groans and retreats to his room. Maybe time for a shower, maybe time to just fucking give up. Sensei will be furious at the failure, he's sure of it, and the thought of it causes him to grit his teeth and slam an already-shaky first to the door.

You hear the noise from across the hall. As you trek into the bar, you notice the deafening silence and the pile of soiled clothes on the ground. You grab them to your chest swiftly and head back into your room, the sticky chill staining your hands.

You have a laundry basket dedicated to Tomura. It's hidden in your padlocked closet, next to all of his trash you've picked up over the past few months. When the League let you in, it was a gracious gift from God; but they left you here to do the "behind-the-scenes" work. You didn't have room in your heart to care- mostly because it meant you had more time to yourself, to sneak into Tomura's room and lay in his bed and dig through his wastebasket. They paid little mind to you, which was another blessing: they knew, with your silencing quirk, you yourself tended to be more...timid.

It's not that you didn't want to speak, it's that the more energy you spent speaking, the less energy you had to utilize your power when needed. So most of your communication was based off of hand gestures, bowing, blinking, and facial expressions. You didn't care much to learn JSL, since you liked being the quiet kid growing up. Your isolation made it that much easier to focus on your interests, hobbies, and...obsessions.

The lock opens with a click, and you grab a bag to throw the clothes into. Best not to soil the rest of the "cleaner" (aka, dry) clothes with these. You take a moment with the clothes, running your fingers over the shirt with a lazy drag, pinching the crusting hem with thumb and forefinger. It sticks to your skin, pulling away slowly, and your heart swells. Was Tomura hurt? Or was this someone else's blood staining the delicate cotton? It don't matter to you- it was Tomura's shirt, that's all that mattered now. You bring the garments close to your face, taking a deep breath into the material with a chill. The sickly sweet tang yanks at your senses, the pungency of sweat causing you to recoil a moment as you discern what exactly happened. With a grin, you shove the clothes into the baggie and toss it into your basket- you'll deal with cleaning them later.

With a shuddering breath, you head to the bathroom to wash your hands. The water runs murky as you rinse them off, the entire situation feeling very poetic to you.

Silently shuffling back to your room, you catch the brief hush of conversation coming from Tomura's closed door. You put your ear up to it and wait, the anticipation gnawing at you as you listen for his voice again.

When you don't hear it, you clench a fist and storm back to your own room. You'll listen in later; you have better things to do.

Turning the lock swiftly, you dive back for the laundry basket and yank out a pair of sweatpants and toss them to your bed. His sweatpants, unwashed and worn copiously- they were one of your favorites. The scent was intoxicating: salty and musky and sweet. You bury your face into the crotch of the pants, reaching for between your legs. The ache was too much to bare, the heat swelling inside of you from all of the excitement and frustration forcing your fingers inside yourself with a painful curl. You liked to imagine it was him, taking absolute control of you, breaking you down and hurting you, decaying you from the inside out with painful and rugged thrusts. It was a sickening pleasure to hold, the idea of your nefarious boss stretching your walls with the same animalistic rage he has on the battlefield, but it was a pleasure all the same. And what is pleasure meant to be if not indulged?

Your fingers flit at a wicked pace as you imagine him, bloody and sweating, cursing into your ear. His raspy voice so demanding and impure, the recollection of the sound was enough to drive you insane. You abused the swollen of bundled nerves with haste, letting the shaky moans and drool soak into the pilled sweatpants, leaving a lewd lip-print on the inseam.

It was almost sweet, in your mind. I mean, if he could see how devoted and loyal you are, maybe he'd pay more attention to you. You could be a genuinely impressive partner, you know this. You crave it. His validation, his love and care, it's all you wanted. Instead, you got handed the short end and wound up being his admirer from afar. Unfortunately, not everyone is meant to be the muse. Someone has to be the artist. And that, that was your bitter fate.

You ride out the sweltering orgasm with lowly cries and moans, the shame slipping into you faster than your fingers. It was wrong. It was wrong and you knew that. You had to wash and return his clothes at some point, you'd have to throw out the old used tissues and empty cans and stained rags. It was vile. And the smell battering into your nose was now revolting, the cocktail of blood, cum, sweat, spilled drinks, and other fluids was enough to make you gag.

You didn't choose to feel this way. It wasn't normal, but you just loved Tomura so much, you'd do anything to have even a sliver of him. Just a taste. This was the closest you could get. But no amount of reassurance or self-validation was enough to cure the oncoming wave of guilt.

You sat there for a moment, fingers pruned and head spinning, when an aggressive knock rapped at your locked door. You hurriedly threw the pants back into the closet and locked it, jumping to answer the knock.

Unlocking it while smoothing your hair, you suck in your teeth. Tomura, shirtless, pantsless, loomed in your doorway with an unwavering rage.

"I need clothes, all of mine are fucking missing, did you do laundry?" He shoves his way past you, rummaging through your dresser.

You shake your head and point to the unwashed laundry basket next to him. This one was "normal"- out in the open to pose as inconspicuous, a veil for your shameful fetishes.

"It stinks in here. The fuck?" his face screwed as he yanked a pair of your sweatpants out of the drawer. Droplets of water spindled down his powdery locks, and be smelled like the cheap shampoo in the bathroom. He must've showered.

You shrug and quietly murmur out an apology. He rolls his eyes and digs into his neck before looking at you, his eyes locking in on your chest.

"Why is your shirt...there's blood on your shirt." He points and your eyes widen, glancing down to where you were previously hugging his tattered clothes to you. You bite your cheeks as he pads closer.

Stupid. You were stupid and didn't notice the old blood, you were too busy getting off.

He comes dangerously close to you as he examines you. "It's not yours" he researches, "whose?"

You shake your head. Play dumb.

He thinks for a moment before pushing your door closed with his foot.

"Liar, you did grab my laundry. Where is it, it needs to get washed now." his rasp hugs your ears just as you'd fantasized mere minutes ago. He's so close, so pretty.

Your mouth is dry, but you swallow the cough down as he hovers over you. "It's already in the wash" the lie saturates your tongue bitterly, knowing that if you aren't fast enough, he'll catch on. He's not dumb by any means, and he picks up on patterns pretty easily. So you keep your chin up, and look him dead in the eyes as you lay it on thick for him. You dig into your dresser and pull out a pair of old sweatpants, to who they originally belonged you can't actually remember, and a plain black tee that fits you a little too snug for comfort.

Handing the pile of clothes to him, he clicks his tongue and begins to turn to leave, but he stops. The old floorboards creak under his weight as he turns on his heel and, before you can stop him, he starts literally sniffing the room out.

"Seriously, it smells like something died in here, and it's pissing me off." The tall man's annoyed tone presses you deep in your chest as he approaches the dingy closet door. He wiggles the handle with three lazy fingers, but it won't budge. Your eyes instinctively squeeze shut as he turns to you.

"Why is this locked? You got bodies in here we don't know about?" he keeps his fingers on the knob, tapping a finger rapidly against the old metal.

"That's just my stuff, Shigaraki". You keep your eyes locked on his hand, his other two fingers dragging dangerously close to the handle.

He turns back with a huff, clearly thinking for a moment before grabbing the knob with a full hand, and the metal turns to dust at his feet. The door swings open, revealing a very pungent and sickening image. You can't see his face, but you can feel his lead-stare on the shameful swath of clothes and memorabilia littering the interior of the musty closet.

Your first instinct is to run. Your second is to scream, to distract him, to do literally anything to peel his bloody eyes away from your guilt. But before you can do either, he re-fastens his low hanging towel wrapped around his legs- he still hasn't put on the clothes you've handed him, and now, he probably won't wear anything you give him- and he spins around to you, an indescribable expression painting his scarred face. There's nothing left for you. Your fear, mixed poorly with the sting of desire, rattles your bones as he tosses the clothes onto your bed, approaching you with the undeniable glint of amusement on his lips.

"Those are mine" his voice is a low, rasped whisper in your face, and he points back to the pile inside the closet, "those are all mine, aren't they?"

Swallowing the knot in your throat, you avert your eyes from his and nod slowly, the weight of your own head like an anvil as you force your body to move.

He backs away from you now, straightening back out from his hunched stance, cracking his neck. The room feels dark now, heavier than before, even with the unnerving scents fogging your sinuses.

He moves around you, circling you like a shark. He drags one long, crooked finger across your jaw as you clench your teeth, trying your best to accept your fate. You had fun while it lasted, right? Who's to say this wasn't the end you'd imagined anyways? You fucked up, sure, but your last terrifying moments were at least spent with the man you loved the most, touching you and breathing so close...

He snakes a freezing hand to your throat from behind, clenching you with four lanky fingers, wrapping his other arm around your torso to pull you into his chest. His towel falls to the ground, you hear the sound of heavy wet fabric hit the floor, and feel an incessant prodding against the soft flesh of your ass. Your breath hitches as you realize, wholly excited and panicked at your questionable fate. Your head spins with agony as he hugs you close, your breathing fastening as his ragged whispers taint your petulant mind further.

"You must really love me, huh?" his grip tightens, "You love me enough to steal my clothes...my garbage..."

Your eyes feel heavy. You try to nod, to respond to him. It's a strained, sad sound, as you confess your ultimate sin to him.

"Y-yes". You find yourself too scared to say anything else.

It's funny to you. Even after all the atrocities you faced, all of the blood and sweat and gore you came to, this felt...wrong. You knew, deep down, that you deserved this. That you were sick, and the best way to cure sickness was in death. But his hands, his iron grip on your soft flesh and fragile neck, the pinching and prodding and poking...it felt so wrong. Like this wasn't supposed to happen. If you had only done it differently, if you'd been normal and simple and wrote home to your mother from time to time. If you'd never set foot in the dingy bar to begin with, if you hadn't dropped out of school, if only you'd learned how to ride a bike and have friends and be a better person this wouldn't have happened to you. You didn't ask for this necessarily, but you caused it, and this was your cross to bear. Even if the cross was sodden with tears, leaving splinters in your tired hands, it was yours. At this point, you'd be nothing but ashes and dirt, it didn't matter anymore.

You let go. You let your body, shaking and sweaty, give up. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, kissing the tender spot with a scratchy lip. Your tears fall, fat and hot down your paled cheeks, unable to speak a coherent thought. "I'm sorry" you repeat, over and over, as his kisses and bites grow in intensity, and you fear for the worst.

Your mantra is interrupted by his thumbs, caressing your streaky cheeks and wiping the tears away.

He leans in close to you, pulling your chin up with his index finger, all other fingers curled into his palm.

"Did I scare you?" he pries into your mind with his ruby eyes, his face...not at all angry, or bloodthirsty, or even annoyed. Instead, his gaze is soft, curious at most. You lock in to him, allowing yourself to answer honestly- because if this is the end, you won't be a liar.

"I'm sorry. I stole it all. Your clothes, your trash, your cups and trinkets and napkins and even the blood-soaked things and I'm sorry, please" you rush out your words as if you're on a timer, and as you catch your breath, he simply listens. "I took it all, because it's as close to you as I could get. I-I'm sick, I'm rotten, and it scares me. It scares the fuck out of me, it's so dirty and disgusting and I can't stop the compulsion of wanting you and needing you in every way I can have you, even when I try. I know you hate me, I know you're going to kill me, and I'm sorry. Just know I'm sorry, and I love you, and even if that's disgusting and sick I at least deserve to be able to tell you that".

The words spill out. You don't mean for it all to happen. But it does, and it feels like vomit, and you hold back a gag before you fall to the ground, feeling defeated and empty for once in your life. It's weightless, even with the noose of guilt tight around your throat.

He sits down on the old floor with you. He pulls his towel over him, covering his lower half. He sits there with you as you sob, thick heavy cries soaking into your sleeves. The adrenaline rush wipes clean through you, the horror being the only thing left.

"You actually do love me?"

His words slice through your sobs like a sword, and you swear he sounds almost juvenile as he says it. Like a child begging you to keep a promise.

You sniffle and look up, a weak smile splayed across your puffy face. It's answer enough.

His eyes widen and he comes in closer to you. You see a part of him shatter and splinter as he takes in your words. He bites a lip back and takes a deep breath, his eyes glossing over and he stares off past you. He stands then, reaching an arm down for you to pull up on as he brings you to your feet.

He doesn't speak, but he drags the large basket out of the closet and throws his towel into it. He reaches for the sweatpants on the bed and throws them on swiftly, and with a loose grip, holds the basket and exits the room.

You pull the stained shirt off and replace it with an old sweatshirt before sitting on the bed. You bite your nails, staring at the wall. It feels numb now, like a veil of darkness was thrown over your inner psyche to protect it. You cry, but it feels shameful, because you're in the wrong here. Right?

He comes back a few minutes later, closing the door behind him and re-locking it. Without another word, he pushes you back on the bed, planting a genuine, hungry kiss to your lips. His hands tangle in your hair, and you panic before feeling the slip of polyester against your scalp. His gloves are on.

He pulls away from the kiss, his breath heavy, and you stare at him, frozen.

"Say you love me" he says, lips inches from yours.

"I do, I love you, I have for-"

He doesn't let you finish. Instead, he shoves his tongue into your mouth and drives his hips into your thigh. You tense, but not out of fear this time, as you taste the desperation and sweetness on the villain's tongue. You feel that wave of obsession build back up inside of you, and you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer, begging him for more.

He bites on your lower lip and pulls, and with one hand, begins to slide your sweater above your head. You hastily fiddle with it yourself, pulling it off and moving down to your bottoms, peeling them off your legs, unable to wait any longer. You let go, differently this time as your core heats and coils up, a silent plead for the man.

His face twists to an excited grin, his eyelids heavy as he pulls the sweatpants off. He shoves your underwear to the side, prodding at your bare beat with his throbbing tip mindlessly. He leans back down, kissing the exposed parts of your chest, your skin prickling at the contact. He nips at the flesh, pulling your bra back to expose you fully, and he gropes at you eagerly. His fingers flit over the soft buds, his own noises spilling from his pretty lips as you throw your head back.

You reach down, taking his impressive length into your hand, and guide the weight to your entrance. His eyes widen, and you realize, you've both probably never done this before. But he shakes off his virgin anxiety as he presses into you, the size stretching you and snapping you painfully. He groans out, gaining some semblance of confidence and sadism as he hears you cry out in pain.

"You love me?" He thrusts fully into you, the searing heat wiping your thoughts away for a moment. "Mhm" you respond, and he pulls out until just the tip is resting against the tight walls.

"You really love me?"

You nod, "Yes". He thrusts into you, sending another shock of pain into you.

"You really fucking love me?" His voice is louder, more rampant, more...commanding.

"Y-yes, Shigaraki" you cry out, and he thrusts into you now with a fluttering speed, unable to hold himself back any longer.

He wraps his hand back around your throat, clasping it with his fingers as he fucks you, rough and careless. "You touch yourself to the thought of me?" He asks, his teeth bared.

You nod again, and smile pathetically up at him as he ruts into you. He grasps your hand with his free arm, yanking it to between your legs where he shoves himself inside of you.

"Then do it". He says, eyes rolling back a bit as you clench around him at the sound of his domineering commands. The pressure on your throat eases for a few seconds as you adjust your fingers between the two of you, pressing into your swollen clit softly. You try to massage it slowly, but his thrusting makes it much more difficult, as he slams your fingers against your clit, forcing you to be much rougher than usual. However, the feeling of his slamming pumps, combined with the torturous pressure against your nerves, sends a brand new level of pleasure to soak into your core. You throw your head to the side, overcome with the aching of an approaching orgasm.

He removes his hand from your throat, and you take a deep breath in. He leans down, kissing your jawline and bringing himself closer so that his thrusts are that much more intense. His body, splayed against yours, sticking to you with the slight sheen of sweat, drive you incredibly mad. You tangle your free hand into his baby blue locks, pulling him to kiss you as you feel your orgasm crash over you. Your hips buck up, fulfilling the craving to feel all of him inside you, smacking your cervix, bruising your walls. He groans out into your mouth, biting down on your lip as he sputters inside of you. Your walls clench around him like a vice, squeezing every drop of cum out of him. His moans and whimpers aid in the rush of endorphins as you cry out, your eyes squeezing shut as it all hits.

You both come down fast and hard as he collapses against your chest, cock still throbbing inside of you as the aftershock washes over him. You pepper his face, forehead, with kisses, taking in the scent of him. It wasn't unfamiliar, per se, but it was much better coming from him and not a piece of dirty laundry. It was sweet, salty, and musky, like the ocean and sour apple and new leather.

You don't speak as he pulls out, laying on his back, wiping his bangs away from his forehead. He sighs, and you pull your underwear over your legs. You decide to stay quiet, not wanting to shatter the moment. You both lay there for what feels like hours, the moonlight rippling through the cracked window and ripped curtains.

He speaks after a while. It comes as a shock to your ears. "I..."

You turn to face him as he speaks. His eyes are focused, and he's clearly calculating his next few words meticulously.

"I love you too".

The words splice through the void in the pit of your stomach. The wilting, rotting feeling dissipates inside of you. If even for a few seconds, you try your damndest to preserve that feathered feeling. It feels pure. And very very real. You don't know why, but after everything you've done, everything he's done...this feels like a revival. The lustration of his acceptance, his reciprocating, heals more than death ever could.

And it feels...good. To be sick, finally. Because at least you know you aren't alone.

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