aspiringharlot

[aspiringharlot]

//tw sext and mastur/bation mention

Quick vent

Trying to sext and dom’s just constantly demanding pictures and videos.

Sir.

I only have two hands and the record button is at the bottom of the screen, how am I to send pictures, write messages and mastur/bate at the same time?

Being pulled in too many directions at once- they’re sucking all the fun out.

Also, being a dom doesn’t mean you’re rude and demanding. Like- sorry I’m taking a minute to angle the lighting right, but I’m literally providing you with free content and working to make sure it looks nice.

Smh- also also, if we’ve sexted once don’t try to create a schedule immediately, we need four sextions before we mark it on the calander as a reoccurring event.

[aspiringharlot]

Cow Hybrid! Shigaraki 

Not superrrr spicy tbh, but the tiddies are on my Twitter (🔞) just incase 

Haven’t drawn Enmu in a bit so he’ll probably be the next victim 😈

[aspiringharlot]

Ohhh what about reverse somnophilia with Hawks? You slide under the covers and give him the good succ

My bab is in my inbox!? Hhhhhhh🥺💛

Something about the serenity present of his sleeping features makes you all the more eager to interrupt it.

You’re quiet in your attempt to crawl beneath the covers, settling your thighs on either side of his legs. Hands gently smooth up his thighs before stopping on the waistband of the boxers he’s wearing. 

Your goal set in mind, you wrap your fingers around, pulling it down slightly as his flaccid cock comes into view. Licking your lips with a predatory gaze, you run your hands along his shaft, salivating at the sight of it slowly awakening.

Shifting, you then take the swollen head into your mouth, wasting no time in working him in inch by inch. Takami isn’t awake but he‘s responsive to your actions, evidence being the soft ruffling of his crimson feathers beneath him and the heavy sigh you hear. 

You don’t let that deter you though. You continue to bob your head, your hand following after your mouth as he grows harder. His cock is released from your mouth with a soft, pop. Your tongue dips into the pooling slit allowing the saltiness of his pre-cum to melt onto your tongue, before dragging along the underside to where you can feel his vein. Your other hand moves to gently cup his balls through the fabric of his boxers, squeezing lightly every now and then.

It’s stuffy beneath the comforter especially with the heavy exhales through your nose as you continue sucking him off. Taking him in down to the hilt, you gag softly, your throat flexing around his shaft and sending stands of your drool leaking down. This earns a louder grunt from the male and you pause. The covers are yanked off of you, exposing your body and the bottom half of his own.

“W-What are you doing?” His voice suddenly breaks the silence in a demanding whisper.

Doe-like eyes blink up at him with his cock still inside your mouth, his brows furrowed over his half-lidded gaze.

Well this is an interesting thing to wake up to—your body under the blanket from where he lay, sucking his cock while he slept. The last time you were in his sight, your body was snuggled up against his own, breath even as evidence of your slumber. 

Now you’re bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, enthusiastically sucking him off while he was still asleep. Takami doesn’t know whether to be appalled at your boldness or annoyed he’s being awaken like this.

Bringing your head back up, you suckle the tip of his cock which causes him to buck his hips with a breathy chuckle. You release him again, dragging your hand against his slick cock, his hips hitching upwards slightly. Takami is sitting up now, resting some of his weight on his elbows for a better look at what you have going on.

“I couldn’t sleep,” You shrug before planting a fleeting kiss to the sensitive tip which is met with a hiss. The ruffling is heard again followed by a small breeze and you smile, cocking your head to sweetly ask, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

He chuckles deeply, the noise quickly dissolving into a broken gasp when you take in fully, your nose pressed snugly against his groin. You feel his hands on the sides of your head, roughly holding you down.

“You sure did. And I’m not all that happy naughty girl.”

all works of fiction, excluding characters, belong to unmeiii (deemadwriter)© please don’t repost, remix, or rewrite any of my works. plagiarism will not be tolerated.

#keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami #thirst #I’m literally reading this in a Segway tutorial lesson #and I def shouldn’t be horny for this class #but who cares

[aspiringharlot]

smut help

just wanted to give some helpful sites for smut help because it helps me. thank me later!

verbs for sex scene

smut guide (best one in my opinion)

smut guide for male

129 verbs 

you want more verbs?

sex terms (sexuality and lot of other things)

sensual words menu (good words here)

[aspiringharlot]

can i request your thoughts/hc on breeding kink for tomura? 👀

Tw: dirty talk, mommy kink, breeding kink, hints at MDLB

I'm gonna add mommy kink in this because, well I'm horny . (But bby if you want dom shiggy breeding headcanons PLEASE send in an ask and I will fulfill your needs. Shiggy wanting to breed his little girl just makes me *horny noises * ) sorry these are so out of order btw . It's 1 am and I'm just throwing out my thoughts lol

Tomura doesn't really want kids

Doesn't really have an opinion on them

He knows kids are scared of him because, well obvious reasons

But the thought of filling you to the brim with his thick cum?

Watching it seep out of your slutty hole

The thought of getting you knocked up just sends him over the edge

Wishes it were possible to see a bulge in your stomach from how much cum he's filled you with

But alas that's only seen in the hrntwi he watches when his mommy isn't there make him feel better

Wants to breed you and see your breasts filled with milk . Wants to squeeze them and with the thick liquid seep out . Will literally beg you to put some in a sippy cup for him

But back to breeding his mommy-

He didn't think he had a mommy kink

Until he met you

The way you combed through his hair

Called him your baby

Sensually touched him everywhere. Even platonically- it got him so horny

Honestly it was just one night you guys were fuckimg and he was fuckimg you good . And the the words " you're such a good boy for me baby, keep it up, sweetheart"

Itediately sent him over the edge and he was so overwhelmed he came inside . Poor bby:(

So the next time you guys do it he starts asking you if he's a good boy, telling you how much he wants to cum insideommys sweet pussy . Tells you how much he wants you to milk him for all he's worth

And you're so excited because you didn't think he was into it

So tell him how good of a boy he's being, and tell him if he can make you cum 3 times at least, he can come inside again

When he's made mommy feel so good she can't take him anymore, he finally sheathed himself inside you and starts babbling about how much he loves your pussy

"I l-love you s-so much, you feel s-so- ah!- good. I'm gonna fill you up so much you'll be begging for more! We'll have our player three !"

" your pussy feels so good mommy, I can't wait to fill up your soft cunt with my seed! We're gonna be so happy mommy !!"

Loves it when you respond and encourage him

"That's right sweet baby, fill mommy up, that's all your good for. You needy little slut. But your mommy's slut. Mommy loves you s-so much- hng- now make mommy proud and make sure mommy's nice and full~"

There's not a single orgasm he has that isn't so amazing it makes him go lightheaded

Sometimes his ears will actually start ringing

Especially when you ride him

That really gets him going

It's never a boring sex life when he's got his sweet mommy to take care of him:))

If you guys want more platonic mommy kink stuff, feel free to send in requests, I can also write platonic mommy kink stuff, or ddlg . It's a lot of fun to write^.^

I hope whoever sent in this ask enjoys it, and if this not what you were looking for, feel free to send in a new ask and specify what breeding kink headcanons you want! I lub u!

[aspiringharlot]

I would like to write fan fiction but I would get bored halfway through and reread it and tell myself that it is all wrong and nothing like the character and then I would quit.

At least I know myself

#fanfic #writer #struggle #i hate it here #accurate

[aspiringharlot]

so. FUN FACT

tumblr is apparently rolling out a beta for a new post editor that essentially makes it so there are no longer post “types” (text post, audio post, photo post, etc.), and instead all types of content are better integrated into a single post. pretty neat, right?

…until you read the fine print.

The maximum number of total content blocks allowed in a single post is 250.

i emailed support and asked whether each paragraph counts as a content block. i received this reply:

SO. each paragraph counts as a content block, and i’m only allowed 250 content blocks in one post. the solution provided was to reformat my fics by using shift+enter after every paragraph instead of simply enter. which is already unnecessarily annoying in of itself, but then you come to the second hurdle: 

The maximum character length of a single text block is 4096 characters.

so–what?? besides spending my time writing thousands upon thousands of words, i’m expected to copy-paste it and then reformat everything, counting every single one of those words to make sure they fit within the restrictions? or i’m supposed to chop my fics up into multiple parts, even when i don’t want to? how exactly are writers supposed to write on this platform?? as you all know, my style tends to run pretty dialogue-heavy, so i start new paragraphs (and, thus, content blocks!!!) pretty damn often. i did a quick check, and let it snow, at almost 19k, is 550 paragraphs. with this new system, i would be forced to upload it in three (3!!!!!) posts! even my shortest chapter of ego, at 8.8k, is 350 paragraphs, and i’d have to split it in two.

this is honestly a formatting nightmare as a writer, and this is a decision that is liable to drive content creators away from the site and change fandom culture as a whole. 

please. if you enjoy reading content on this site and want to continue enjoying content on this site, please don’t let tumblr make things harder for writers! since the tumblr team is supposedly eager to hear what everyone thinks, it would really help if you could message support and share your concern about the issue–maybe we can stop this disaster before it starts.

[aspiringharlot]

I know this isn’t a death note blog but, I’m hyper fixating on DN rn so if any of you are in the same boat as me please look at this drawing I did.

This is a terrible drawing I’ve done. Actually cursed. What makes it worse is that this probably canonically happened.

Anywho

#death note #death note fanart #l death note #l lawilet #cursed content #i don’t know how to tag these #fanart #death note fanfiction #light yagami

[aspiringharlot]

On one hand I want to work on my wips but they are stored on my school laptop and using that thing will make me feel guilty about not working on school.

[aspiringharlot]

NSFW MINORS DNI

you’ve managed to imbobolize Shig with your quirk. Next step is finding where you left the strap. Feel free to take your time though, it’s not like he’s going anywhere.

#bnha shigaraki #y/n x shigaraki #shigaraki #y/n #porn ideas #sub shigaraki #pegging shigaraki #I go back on forth on how to draw y/n #oh requests are open btw #anything to avoid doing my college work #nsfw #bhna nsfw

[aspiringharlot]

I owe you people my life.

This is porn (shig x y/n)

Don’t pay too much attention to the feet.

Minors dni

[aspiringharlot]

This is porn (shig x y/n)

Don’t pay too much attention to the feet.

Minors dni

#bnha shigaraki #y/n x shigaraki #shigaraki #y/n #white y/n #heavily referenced picture #minors dni #nsfw #bnha nsfw #shigaraki nsfw #boobies #I drew them pissing but honestly #kissing isn’t my thing #kinda icky

[aspiringharlot]

I DO!!! also I’m happy you’re back I missed you :)

:,)

Coming right up

#bnha shigaraki #y/n x shigaraki #shigaraki #nsfw #minors dni

[aspiringharlot]

Yo I’m alive, who wants to see the porn I drew

[aspiringharlot]

Me, adding 150 words to three different WIP’s and then immediately going to bed at 10pm : yes this is adequate.

#but seriously work is fucking wiping me out #and draining me of my creative energy #fuck retail lol #I just want to write porn #is that really so much to ask

[aspiringharlot]

constantly torn between treating shigaraki like the gremlin he is or pampering him like a traumatized rescue dog.

On one hand, he is a murderer.

On the other, i know he’d melt in my hands if i washed his hair for him.

#incel shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #writer problems #Shigaraki #sub shigaraki #y/n x shigaraki

[aspiringharlot]

Shigaraki finally seeing the new recruit without her mask, finding out she’s super hot, and then Shig just basically stares at her all the time, trying to make any and every excuse for her to take off her mask. Can be NSFW, I absolutely would not mind it. Just want Shiggy to find me so attractive he’d nearly kill me to see my face again :p

hey, hi! idk if this is exactly what you had in mind but i did my best ~(˘▽˘)~ warnings: death threats, vaginal fingering

“I don’t know why you bother with the make-up. Right after you finish, you just tack that mask of yours on, covering up all of that extra ornamentation you insist on wearing. Such a waste of time,” Giran scoffs, annoyed that you’ve delayed his meeting with Tomura Shigaraki, again.

“Would it shock you if I said: I don’t give a fuck what you think?” you grin, shouldering open the bar door and dramatically ushering for the broker to enter before you.

“Hmph,” Giran snorts, rolling his eyes. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, careful to blow the smoke toward your masked face. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

“Who? Me? Oh my God, I’ve never, ever heard that before. And for you to say something so cutting? I’m hurt,” you mock.

“Who’s a piece of work?” Toga calls out as you close the door behind you, knocking the last of the noxious wisps of smoke away.

“Me,” you announce loudly, pacing toward one of the bar stools and seating yourself on the red leather. 

“Awe, why’s that?” Twice begins sincerely before stumbling into a quick, “Well, it’s fucking true.” 

“He doesn’t like that I took a little bit of extra time to put on make-up. Shigaraki isn’t even down here yet, so I don’t see what the big deal is,” you snark, turning your head toward Giran. He has the grace to give you a disgruntled lifting of his shoulders. 

“Well,” Spinner chimes in, “it does seem a little pointless. You are wearing a mask and not just some half mask, that thing covers your whole face.” 

“Pointless! Why, no my dear, that’s not pointless, not at all!” Compress defends, his gloved finger tutting Spinner’s hunched figure. “You never know what the next performance will call for! One must always be prepared.”

“Oooh, do you do, like, eyeliner? I looove the winged points.” Toga declares, striding over and leaning close, her big yellow eyes blinking up at you.

“Yeah. I can do winged eyeliner,” you confirm, a grin spreading across your lips. Not that any of them can see it, but they’ll likely hear it’s lift in your voice. 

“Ahhh! Teach me, teach me!” Toga claps her hands and perches on the seat next to you. “Oh wait! Before that, can I see it? Just so I can tell how good you are.”

“See? Ah, my face. Um, yeah, I guess...” you begin, fingers reaching behind your jaw, tugging the reinforced porcelain away. Toga’s eyes widen and she cups her face between her hands and hushed gasp sneaking out of her lips. 

“You’re so pretty!” she beams. You’re just about to answer her when she tilts her head past you, looking at someone over your shoulder. “Whaddaya’ think Tomura? I like her even better without the mask! You think she’s pretty too, right?”

Without thinking, you twist to look at the league’s defacto leader. He’s stepping out of that long hallway, his face obscured by the pale fingers of Father. However, he does pause, cocking his head at you. From what you can see of his expression, he does look a bit, uh, staggered. One red eye is gleaming out at you, the whites almost comically wide and he lifts a hand to his neck, fingers automatically scritching at the skin they land on. His head rises, chin jutting forward and he takes a step forward, toward you.  

Odd, you think, instinctively biting on your lower lip. It’s not like him to stare. Well, at least not that intently. Usually, he ignores your presence, treating you more like the background furniture than a living, breathing, person. Toga’s question hangs on the air and the others start to notice the shift too, their gazes passing between the two of you. You’re about to croak out some kinda response, when Shigaraki does the honors for you.  

“We have a meeting,” he rasps and something in his tone breaks the spell. His head finally turns from you and you lower your gaze, sliding your mask back over your features. 

“Awe,” Toga bemoans, hopping down from the bar stool. “Don’t think you’re getting out of helping me with my make-up!” She scolds, tossing you a swift wink before following the others as they gather around a low table. 

They don’t need you for this part so you shift off of your seat and press open the front door, grateful for the cool autumn air that hits you. You lean up against the brick siding and take a moment to steady your thumping heartbeat. That was a, um, strange interaction. 

You’d never put much thought into Shigaraki. He was quiet and there wasn’t much cause for the two of you to interact. Well, besides passing his requests on to Giran, or confirming shipment dates. Honestly, it was nigh impossible to get a read on him most days. Namely because, like you, he always had something obscuring his face.

Despite that, he did have a pleasing build, with broad shoulders, cabled neck muscles and you’d always quietly admired the snaking length of his long legs. The fact that he had white hair and startling red eyes were two other bonuses. You’ve always had a thing for guys that sported a long mop of pearlescent waves and Shigaraki was a pristine specimen in that regard.

Even so, it’s not like you knew much about the guy and you doubted that was going to change any time soon. No, he’d likely only been taken aback by your startled expression. You couldn’t help it. Once Toga had uttered his name you’d wanted to see him, so, so curious to see if he’d comment on your appearance. Would he like you? Notice you? Say something maybe? But, he hadn’t.

So, yeah. That was that. Right?   

******

A week passes before you slide into the bar again. This time of year is always busy, but you’ve carved out some time to double check on the league’s shipment requests. 

The main room of the bar is quiet, but you can see Shigaraki’s dark back, hunched over the bar top. His head tilts toward you when he hears the door close and that bright eye of his is doing that fervid glint again. His look travels from your neck to your covered face and you can swear his eye narrows when it lands on the smooth surface of your mask. 

“What?” he asks, his tone low. 

“Uh, I was coming to check on the shipments. See if there was anything extra that you guys needed.” 

“Ask Kurogiri,” he clips, that lone eye of his continuing to transverse the planes of your covered face.

“Alright. I’ll go and look for him– ”

“Why do you wear that?” Shigaraki suddenly asks. It’s a simple question, but it makes your heart start that ragged tattoo again. What is wrong with you? You’d think he’d asked for you to strip naked and lay atop the bar, what with the way your heartbeats are palpitating. What’s the big deal?  

“Wh-what?” you blankly hear yourself stammering out. You know what he’s asking. You’re not stupid. Apparently, your brain has another plan in mind and that involves, um, playing dumb? 

“Your mask,” Shigaraki supplies, his voice falling into a hushed rasp. “Why do you wear it?”

“Well, why do you wear a hand on your face?” Shit. Fuck. What? Why did you say that?

The bar stool scrapes back and you can’t help but wince at the sound, your body flinching. He’s slow as he steps forward, his fingers carefully threaded into his pockets. Once he’s a few feet from you, you let out a slow breath, praying he can’t hear the ragged thuds of your pulse.

“Take it off. The mask, that is,” Shigaraki demands and you can hear that grin, that wicked, wicked smirk that you can only imagine is parting his lips. Lips that you’ve never seen. Lips that are so close. If only he’d...oh, that’s an idea... 

“No,” you reply. Your voice is even and strong, thank God, but it doesn’t grant you an immediate reprieve. No, your defiance only makes him shift closer, his chest nearly bumping against yours.  

He’s not much taller than you. It’s likely only an inch or two difference, but it suddenly feels like he’s miles above you. Instinctively, you arch your neck, closing that tiny distance to peer up at him. He’s watching you intently and you can hear the steady, in and out, pulls of his breath. Shigaraki lets another few beats pass before he answers your challenge, leaning forward, demanding your full attention with his overwhelming proximity.

“I can just decay it off, you know? It would be easy. But, if I do that, well, you’d need to be quick. You’d have to get it off of you in seconds, because once it starts, it’s hard to predict and I’d hate for my quirk to take the rest of you with it.”

“You’d risk killing me, just to see my face again?”

“Tch. Sure. If you wanna look at it that way. It was a pretty face, (Y/N). So here’s my advice: don’t be fucking obstinate and do as I say.” 

“What if...what if I make a deal with you?”

Shigaraki barks out a laugh and the sharp angles of his lips spread past the palm of Father. “A deal? I’ll say it again, since I guess you didn’t hear me the first time, I can decay it off. I don’t need to bargain with you.” 

“Sure,” you qualify the heavy pants of your exhales hitting the front of your mask, bathing you in wild, damp, warmth. “But I don’t like the idea of being the only one who is exposed. Why don’t you let me see you, too?”

“Me?” Shigaraki asks, his head ducking slightly, voice clipping over the word. “Why?”

“Please?” Your hands lift of their own accord, ghosting over the lines of his forearms. You can hear his breath hitch and you rejoice at the tiny sound. He’s right. He could simply raise a hand and disintegrate your mask, and possibly you, to bits, to fucking pieces, but you wanna know. You wanna see him. Besides, you’re starting to like this standoff. There’s something coiling under it and you can almost taste the line of tension that’s tightening between the two of you.  

“Only for a second,” you promise, imbuing your tone with airy light. “Come on, what are you scared of? Like you said, it wouldn’t take much for you to kill me. Might be easier even, if I’m, mmm, distracted.”

“You first,” he commands, one of his hands rising from his dark pocket, hovering beside the golden base of Father. 

“Ugh. You’re not gonna go back on your part, are you?” you tease, fingers already cupping at your jaw, peeling the heated porcelain away from your skin. 

“I might,” Shigaraki taunts, “you’ll need to take that mask off to find out, won’t you? Oh, and you can go slow. Since you seem to be partial to the theatrics of it all, why don’t you put on a nice show for me?” 

Woah.

A gasp falls from your lips before you can contain it and Shigaraki presses his advantage, his white hair falling toward you as he looms impossibly closer, that red eye glowing in the darkness of the bar. Ok, ok, you think, gulping down your nerves and that rising crest of fucking arousal that’s pricking between your legs.

Your mask is leaden in your hands, but you do your best to steady your shaking fingers. You can feel the familiar weight slipping from your chin, your cheeks, your nose, but it feels different, too. Charged and heavy. A light rush of gooseflesh bumps its way up your arms and you tremble when the mask finally slides past one half of your face. 

Without warning, Shigaraki’s hand whips forward, snatching onto your wrist. That one, all important, finger is arched away but he stills your movements with a squeeze, his eye whisking over you. He lets his gaze linger indulgently against your lips, tracing the dip and pout of your mouth. Then, he lifts his intensity to your own stare, that broad smile rising along his lips. A pleased rumble echoes from his chest and you almost reply with a moan. 

Fuck. This is...

It’s like standing too close to an open flame and your whole body feels like it’s reacting to the sting, the burn that is rising within you. “Do...do you want me to keep going?”

His reply is a silent one. Silent, but firm. That hand that’s wrapped around your wrist, that’s blazing the heat of him into you, pulls. It takes your arm and the rest of your mask with it, leaving you bare and vulnerable, completely at the mercy of that hungry eye. 

You can’t fucking breathe and you’re biting your lip so hard that you’re worried the skin is about to split open. Shigaraki is quiet but his head tilts, cascading white hair against his dark shoulder. This is ridiculous, you think, unable to snatch yourself away from him. It’s not even both eyes. He’s only looking at you with one eye. Shit, what will two eyes do? Is he going to keep his side of this? Do you even really want him to? What if...it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what it means, or what it does, you want to see him, all of him. 

After all, fair is fair.  

His fingers are still curled around your wrist and you feel each indentation of his finger pads, hot against your chilled flesh. “S-so,” you begin, your words snagging in your throat, “are you gonna hold up your end?”

You can hear his snort of amusement but he does release your hand. Once his elegant digits pass the pasty gloom of the embalmed hand on his face, you can feel your heartbeat slowing, your eyes following his motions, watching, waiting. He’s not as slow as you were, but he gives you a moment to savor, teasingly lifting the obscuring palm up and away. 

Oh. 

Your mask clatters to the floor, skittering across the wood, shattering the weighty silence. Without thinking, your hand comes up to his cheek, letting your brave thumb run across that tiny mole on his chin. He’s not handsome. No, he’s not what anyone would deem perfect, not with those cracks and scars, but fuck, he’s beautiful. It’s a shattered magnificence and you’re so glad you asked him for it.

“Didn’t say you could touch,” Shigaraki growls, his voice rasping toward that lower register. 

“It’s ok,” you reassure him, your other hand lifting to feel out the smooth and rough patches of his skin. “You can touch me, too.” 

He groans at that, those red eyes finally slipping closed. He’s uneasy at this part, his hands too broad and too jittery to really appreciate the curve of your face, but dips his head closer, his forehead pressing against yours. 

When you dance your fingers over his lips, he moves in the same moment. He’s arms cage around you and he yanks you to him, sucking, biting, kissing you until you can’t think, let alone breathe. 

The bump of the couch is a surprise and you topple backwards, splayed across the tattered cushions. You hadn’t even realized you’d taken those steps, that he’d pushed you that way. It doesn’t matter, because he’s on top of you, seconds later, his fingers everywhere, touching every part of you that he can reach.

“How are you so warm?” he asks, sliding his palms under your shirt, cupping at the roundness of your breasts. His voice is soft, awed, and you grin up at him, urging his lips back to yours. 

“What’s the matter?” you tease, worrying his chapped lip between your teeth. “What happened to all those death threats?”

Shigaraki smirks, pulling away from your mischievous bites, that long scar across his lip rising. One of his hands wanders downward, feeling for the edge of your pants, while the other encloses around your neck, clamping until you’re arching under him, eyes shut and lips parted. 

“You like that I can kill you?” he leers, finally snapping the button of your jeans open, permitting his inquisitive touch to dip into something even warmer than the skin of your breasts. He breaches the fluttering petals of your cunt and glides into your heat, hissing at the slick that pools around him. 

The hand at your throat squeezes again, demanding your answer. “Y-yes,” you gasp, hips canting up at the steady rhythm he’s building inside you. 

“Hmm,” he ponders, releasing your neck and lifting that hand in front of your face. “Then you better hope I can control myself. We’ll start with something simple. These clothes of yours should be easy enough to decay...” His thumb swipes across your budding clit and you writhe, squirming and panting. “Ah-ah,” he warns a cruel grin spreading along his lips. “Keep still. I’d hate for my hand to slip.” 

Carefully, he lowers his free hand, trailing it toward your shirt. Once four fingers are curled under the hem, he reapplies his other thumb, circling until you’re white knuckling the cushions. “Don’t forget,” he reminds you, adding the tiniest pressure to his oscillations, “one wrong move and you’re nothing but bone and gristle. Tch, it would be such poor timing too, what when we’re just starting to have so much fun together” 

Then, he lowers that deadly finger. 

notes: again, not sure if it’s exactly what you had in mind, but I had fun with it!                  

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #Lordy #love the concept #and it’s so well written #as always