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get-shiggy-with-it · 2 years

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Help girl, I am once again romanticizing the mundane,,,,,

Tomura Shigaraki doesn’t like coffee.

Doesn’t like a lot of things, really.

Doesn’t like showers that are too hot, doesn’t like the little seam at the toes of socks, doesn’t like nail polish that isn’t chipped a bit, doesn’t like runny eggs or toast that’s too burnt, doesn’t like society as a concept or people that talk too much without really saying anything or people at all or hair that doesn’t cover his eyes or face cream with too much fragrance—

Yeah. Doesn’t like a lot of things. To the point that it’s much easier to list all the things he does like.

Video games, especially the puzzle kind—the ones Spinner hates to watch him play when he already knows the answer but Tomura won’t let him spoil it. Or curry, with big chunks of potato, but only the kind Kurogiri used to make with the carrots cut into stars. The smell of cigarette smoke and the color blue.

Sometimes coffee.

More so, he finds the process of making the cup more pleasing than anything else.

Hands glinting and sticky banging the portafilter on the edge of the counter and scooping in just the right amount of grounds. So practiced you don’t even weigh it and it always tastes the same to him. The flexing muscles in your arm as you press down on the puck and load it into the machine without looking.

Like it's second nature. Not worrying about if you’ll miss or spill or skip a step.

He tells himself mostly they’re here for the free wi-fi and because this is the only shop that stays open past eight. Because the bar is gone and it’s getting to that point in the summer where the nights are too cold for body heat and stolen clothing to be enough.

The heat from espresso makers and gaggles of students and salarymen who constantly stream in and out is enough, though.

He can see little beads of sweat forming on your brow when the line starts running out the door and watches as they drip down your cheeks like you’re crying with that toothy smile plastered on your face.

You pull the perfect double shot and dump it into the cup while the man at the register rattles off his order. There’s already condensation on the plastic rim as you twirl it with your wrist and check the name written in sharpie.

He knows what it says.

Iced with extra vanilla syrup.

He hopes he’ll like it, that it won’t taste much like coffee.

He only sometimes likes coffee.

“For Tomura,” you call out and slide the cup across the counter, already pouring eyeballed amounts of syrups into another cup and tapping something on the register.

He slips down from the table Dabi and Toga had saved and goes to grab his drink. It’s too bitter still when he takes a sip from the paper straw that dissolves on his tongue almost instantly. Too acidic behind the sweetener and the milk. He finishes it anyway.

Tomura Shigaraki doesn’t like coffee.

But he does like this.

He likes the standing in line and everyone is too busy to even spare him a second glance as they wait to put in their order. He likes the way you bite the cap off the marker when he tells you what he wants and the methodical manner with which you do everything. So immersed you’re almost not present at all. He likes muscle memory, the idea that you can be so dedicated to something your body can physically never forget the motions. He likes his name shouted over the din that swallows it up again like it belongs there.

He likes to watch your hands slide the drink down the bar and hold the cup where he knows you’ve touched it.

He likes the ritual.

Likes to think that he’s normal here, in this transient place where people come and go and no one pays much mind to anyone else.

He thinks that if things had gone differently, he might be just another face, impatient before his shift, waiting for his order—the same one every time. He thinks he’d come here every morning and maybe you’d start remembering his name, what he drinks, so that he wouldn’t even need to talk to you.

You’d just know.

He’d be ingrained in your fingers, writing his name, grinding his coffee and making it identical each time. Because your body wouldn’t let you forget him.

He finishes the drink and slips the cup into his pocket.

And he’ll order it again tomorrow.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x you

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drakenology · 3 years

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I Hate Everything About You - Dabi

warnings: ANGST, smut, daddy kink, mentions of rape,violence, AND swearing (cause im a potty mouth)

author’s note: this lil story is inspired by my favorite song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. im a lil emo bitch ok? I recommend listening to the song to get a better perspective of how the emotions of the lyrics and the story goes hand in hand. the chorus goes like “I hate everything about you. why do i love you?” and I immediately thought of something angsty and raw to write. hope yall enjoy! this one might be a little long.

summary: You and Dabi have worked together as villians for as long as you can remember but you two don’t get along at all. is this truly hatred or is this repressed feelings coming to surface?

You hated heroism. You viewed it as weak and meaningless. When both of your parents were murdered by an anonymous killer and no one came to their rescue when they could very well have been saved, something dark took over your spirit. You snapped. At the tender age of 17, your parents did not receive justice for the act of violence committed against them. The police told you there “wasn’t enough evidence” and that the killer had most likely killed himself.

There were simply too many holes in the case for it to be solved. Obviously this infuriated you. So much in fact that you planned to blow up the entire police precinct.

And you did.

Now being on the run at only 17 you fell into a life of crime, committing yourself to being a villain who killed police officers off duty earning yourself the villain name “Cop Killer” from the authorities. Not to mention your very dangerous quirk called “Leech”. You were able drain anyone you gazed at of their blood, the gaze having to be completely focused on the person’s eyes. Once concentrated enough it becomes hard for the person to look away from you. To trigger your quirk, you have to say the word “leech” in order to essentially stop the flow of someone’s blood to their heart; their blood being extracted from their veins to yours. The blood only made your quirk stronger as you can now manipulate it and use it in combat. You had enough control to where you could take a little or take it all. The stolen blood was also good for increasing your stamina and speed for a short period, manifesting a weapon with the blood you stole and of course leeching the person of their blood entirely, instantly killing them. The murders you committed granted you the number one spot of Japan’s wanted list. You were also the youngest assasin in Japan at the time so you had to move around a lot. You spent your teenage years living in abandoned buildings and sketchy motels; robbing, stealing and of course murdering for survival.

The day you met the League of Villains was your 23rd birthday. As a treat to yourself, you had cornered one of the dirtiest cops you had ever encountered. He was a known sex trafficker, a thief as well as a disgusting rapist. You had him right where you wanted him; wearing a disguise to hide your true visage in order to avoid being recognized. You had pretended to be a love interest to the cop, sitting in the seedy hotel room he rented to have a little “privacy” with you.

“Oh baby, you don’t know what you do to me. I wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours around my cock. Get on your knees for me.” The police man said, the sleazy bastard unbuckling his belt. You nod, secretly being disgusted by this man. But you had to keep your cool. You got down on your knees and took his hard cock into your hands and pumped, looking him directly in the eyes as you did so.

“Yeah, baby. You’re so hot.” He groaned, keeping his eyes locked on yours almost instinctively as sweat collected on his brow.

“Thanks.. but your time’s up, you sick fuck.” you say, standing up on your feet. You straddle him, watching the cop’s eyes become terrified as he finally realizes who you really are.

“Leech.” You say as you watched your quirk take effect. The reaction was instant as he starts to gasp and grab at his heart, clinging onto his last minutes of life as he died on the hotel bed. You moan as his blood is transferred into yours, creating a dagger out of his blood. You slice his neck, licking whatever was left off of his cold throat. You laugh, searching his dead body to take whatever he had on his person; money, personal possessions and his gun. Just as you’re about to get up and leave you get the feeling that you aren’t alone. You turn and see none other than the villain you had seen all over local news.

Shigaraki.

He chuckles dryly, admiring your work at killing the cop underneath you.

“Well done, little girl.” He said, peering over your shoulder to get a good look at the mess you made of him. You go to ask how the hell he got into the room until you hear the sound of police sirens blaring outside.

“We have the entire hotel surrounded. There are Heros on the way to assist us. Surrender now or face the consequences.” You hear the cops say on a megaphone.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly grabbing your things; planning your escape in your head.

“Listen, I’ve admired your work since your attack on that police station, Cop Killer.” Shigaraki said. “We could use someone like you in the League of Villains. My friend Kurogiri here can get us both out of here in one piece. But only with your consent of course.”

You think for a moment. You’d rather make a smooth escape than risk being arrested. So you agree.

“We’ll explain everything once we get back to base.” Kurogiri says, morphing himself through the cracks of the door.

Kurogiri takes both you and Shigaraki and consumed you both into his portals, leading you to the secret hide-out of the League of Villains. You look around, your vision a little hazy from being in the dark portal. You see a few other people standing in the lobby. A guy with a weird mask on with two sides on it eagerly introduced himself as Twice. You see a cute girl that looked a little young to be in a place like this.

“Toga Himiko. Nice to meet ya. Hey, you’re way prettier in person. The police drawing of you is really unflattering.” She says, waving at you. You smile meekly as you turn away to see this guy standing at the corner of the bar. He had burn scars all over his face and neck, dark hair and the most mysterious eyes you’ve ever seen. You met his gaze when you noticed him staring at you, sizing you up. You found his stare threatening and kind of alluring. You almost couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare at me for too long, Cop Killer. I know what those eyes can do.” He said sarcastically, not even caring to introduce himself. He felt familiar, like you’ve known him for a long time. You rolled your eyes and walked over to Shigaraki.

“Look, if you think just because you got me out of a tight spot that I’m just gonna beg to work for you, you’re wrong. I work alone.” You said, adjusting the top of your outfit.

“I know. But today that changes. You see, we’ve been watching you, Cop Kill-” He says, interrupted by your loud groan.

“My name is Y/N. Please just call me by my name. My mother didn’t name me Cop Killer.” You demand, folding your arms in protest.

“But that’s what you are, Y/N. Don’t be ashamed.” Shigaraki says, inching closer to you. “Look, the services of the League of Villains aren’t free. We helped you. Now you help us. You understand don’t you, Y/N?”

You sigh, wishing you had just leapt out of a nearby window back at the hotel instead of taking help from this creep.

“Fine.” You say, looking down at your shoes.

“Wonderful.” Shigaraki says, walking away from you. “Oh and one more thing. I hate back talkers.”

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A few months pass and you’re well acquainted with all the villains of the organization. You were all usually partnered up for missions; you always alternating between Toga and Dabi, who had finally told you his “name”. You grew to be pestered by Dabi. You’d much rather be paired up with Toga than Dabi any day since you and Dabi just could not get along, you both arguing like an old married couple at every mission. You couldn’t stand him. His cockiness, his elitist attitude, his aloofness. He hated you because of your attitude, you thinking you knew better than everyone else. He thought you were a spoiled brat who hasn’t done anything remarkable to even earn a spot in the League. To you, he was everything you despised about some men.

One night you were all playing a friendly game of Blackjack; which seemed to be a ritual between the members. Shigaraki didn’t bother playing but Kurogiri always seemed to watch.

“Ugh.. Fold. What do I have to do to get a decent fucking hand, huh?” Twice said, his two voices seeming to contrast in differing personality. You laugh, slamming down a perfect hand worth 21.

“I stand, bitches.” You say, winning yet another round.

“I’m bored.” Dabi says, standing up and leaving the table.

“Oh don’t be like that, Dabi. Come back!” Toga says, throwing her cards down. She sighs and stands up from the table. “Well, I guess that’s it. I’m goin to bed. Nighty night, Y/N. Twice.” Everyone went their separate ways. You walk into your room and change into something more comfortable and walk outside to get some air. To your dismay, Dabi was already standing outside in the same spot you liked to chill and think.

“Yo.” He says, referring to you. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“What?” You say, annoyed to the point where you just want to turn around and go back inside.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Cop Killer? Don’t like me?” He asks, inching closer to you to whisper in your ear. You stand still for a moment and lunge at him, grabbing his throat and pushing him against the wall.

“Stop fucking testing me.” You say sternly, looking him deeply in the eyes with the intention to kill.

“Careful, little girl. You might just turn me on.” He says, grabbing your arm and pushing you back. You freeze, stunned at the sudden harsh movement from the tall man in front of you. ”You’re 5′4′’, sweetheart. If I wanted to, I could end you without even using my quirk. You ‘oughta be nicer to me.”

You get angrier by the second, yelling and screaming about how much you hate him all while trying to take jabs at him, throwing punches at his face. Dabi dodges every swing, smirking at your abilities. He was impressed, but he’d never tell you that.

“Huh. Keep it up and you might actually hit me.” He teased, swinging back at you, landing right on your jaw. You stumble and collect yourself, charging towards him once more. You were certain you’d hit him, the blood from someone you’ve killed earlier that day increasing your speed.

“Fuck you.” You hiss, taking another swing at him and connect, landing right on his cheek. He smirks, wiping blood from his mouth. You get cocky and go for another punch only for him to dodge you. He grabbed your arm and twisted it, pinning you against the brick wall in front of him with your back facing him.

“When?” He asked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hated that he could so easily overpower you, making you despise him even more. He releases you from his grip and stands close to you; you feeling the warmth of his skin radiating from his body.

“Listen. You hate me and quite frankly I can’t stand you either. But you don’t see me attacking you. Try it again and I won’t be so nice next time, little girl.” Dabi said, grabbing your face to daringly look into your poisonous eyes to mock your quirk. You focus, ready to end this asshole. Suddenly his lips crash into yours. At first, you’re disgusted and fucking pissed. But then you feel yourself start involuntarily melting into his kiss. So you kiss him back with no shame, all bitter feelings leaving your mind as the kiss gets more intense. You feel his hands groping and caressing your body, his hands exploring to stop at your neck; wrapping it around. You gasp, feeling yourself get hot.

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And then you spoke. And I couldn’t stand you. But I couldn’t shake this feeling of wanting to bend you over and punish you for your slick mouth. You need a good hard dicking to keep your mouth shut and I’m the one to give it to you. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?” He asked, starting to kiss your neck harshly. You moan, embarrassed at his words. He was right. You found him attractive as soon as you saw him but his attitude rubbed you the wrong way. But right here and now, you realize that you might have been hiding your true feelings behind a façade of hatred. You wanted him too and you couldn’t stand it.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” He persists, biting into your neck. You mewl, shocked at how good he was making you feel. You almost couldn’t believe you were in this situation. It was confusing but formalities could come later. You wanted him now.

“Yes, Dabi. I wanted you to fuck me the first time I saw you.” You say quietly, feeling him reach under your shirt and bra to grab at your naked breast. You bit your lip, feeling slick pool between your legs as you fall victim to his touch.

“Get inside and go in my room. I expect you to have nothing on when I get there. Understood?” He demands, pinching your nipple lightly. You gasp, nodding at his request.

“Words. You’ve already made me angry with that stunt you pulled punching me in the face. I wouldn’t try me further.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling it to expose more of your neck. You moan, unable to control yourself suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to turn you on. Fucking asshole.

“Y-Yes, daddy- I-I mean Dabi.” You flush. Damn. You couldn’t believe you let that slip. He laughs, kissing your lips once more as he lets you go.

“Daddy works just fine.” Dabi says smirking, watching you stumble towards the door to go back inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You knew you should just go into your own room but, God you wanted to see what he’d do to you for almost punching him. You wondered how rough he’d be, your panties soaking at the thought as you gulp and open his room door. You sat on his bed and took off your clothes, leaving your underwear on to tease him. Suddenly his door opens and it’s him. He looked you up and down, loving what he saw. But to his dismay you had on too many clothes still.

“I thought I told you to get naked, little girl.” Dabi said, pushing you onto his bed. He stood above you, running his fingers down your stomach and stopping at the waistband of your panties. You shudder at his cold fingers.

“You never said naked.” You tease, looking back at him. He frowns, shaking his head.

“Man, you just love pushing my buttons don’t you? You’re gonna regret teasing me so much.” He says, pulling your panties down roughly, holding them up to his face. He smirked at the wet spot he saw on them, throwing them onto the ground. “This is gonna be fun.”

You hiss as he slid one measly finger inside you while rubbing your bundle of nerves with his thumb, the single finger not being enough to satisfy your craving for that certain pleasurable stretch. Somehow though, Dabi was making you feel good with that one finger. You roll your hips for more friction only to have Dabi hold you down with his other hand.

“Stop squirming so much. It makes you look desperate, doll.” He teased earning a whine from you. As if to be a little forgiving he adds another finger, watching your face twist up in pleasure. You were visually trying to hide your moans, Dabi not liking that at all.

“Come on now. It’s no fun if you don’t scream for me. Let everyone here know how good I make you feel.” He said, halting his movements. You nod, moaning loudly as he adds a third finger. Any shame or embarrassment is gone as he worked you up to your first orgasm. You grab at his sheets, trying to move for more friction only to once more be overpowered by Dabi.

“You don’t listen too well do you? I said stop squirming. You’ll have your fill but good girls wait to cum. Understand? I expect you to address me correctly this time.” He says, grabbing your face to make you look at him. Something about knowing you could kill him with your eyes turned him on, because he knew he could keep you from doing so. All he had to do was please you, knowing you won’t be able to focus on anything but screaming his name let alone his eyes.

“Y-Yes daddy.” You mewl, your eyes rolling back as he pulled out one of your breasts, sucking on your nipple harshly. The sound of your moans was music to Dabi’s ears, the only thing he ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth. He cooed praises into your ear, telling you hot sexy you are and how et your pussy is just for him. He crawls on top of you, pulling his fingers out of you as you whine at the sudden loss. He kissed you, ripping your bra off. He sat up and stared at the gorgeous naked woman underneath him.

“You’re so hot when you’re not talking shit.” He says, playing with your boobs. He was unsure of where to start. He wanted to please every inch of your lovely curves, his eyes drinking in your hips up to your beautiful breasts. He nearly drooled at the sight of them, your nipples seeming to perk up when he looked at them. You stare back at the man on top of you, his scars almost complimenting his skin as you watched him take off his shirt. You bit your lip as you feel a nice sized bulge grind up against your dripping core. You didn’t even notice that his pants were off, drooling at the sight of his body overpowering yours. He grinded up against you, leaning in close to your ear.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetheart?” He asked, nibbling on your ear lobe.

“Yes, god, yes!” You gasp, feeling him take off his boxers. He positioned his dick at your entrance, tapping it against you to tease you. You moan, going to grab his cock and shove it inside you but you think twice, already in trouble with him. Dabi smirks, excited to break you as he shoved himself inside you and started to rut his hips into you. You moan sinfully at the sudden stretch, loving how he filled you. You feel him speed up, not even fully adjusted to his length as you clawed at his back for dear life.

“You’re takin me so well, doll.” He said, grabbing your neck to lightly choke you. Your eyes roll back as you reveal a sinful ahegao face while he pounds you senseless. You’re moaning his name and telling him how good he feels inside you, cussing and screaming into the air as you feel yourself coming close to cumming.

“C-Can I-?” You ask, unable to finish your sentence as you feel yourself clenching around him. Dabi is relentlessly prodding at your g-spot, causing you to see stars as he notices he’s hitting that special spot. He smirks and angles himself so that he’s repeatedly hitting that spot, watching you cover your mouth as you scream. He snatched your hand away from your mouth and pinned it above your head.

“Tell me you’re sorry for punching me, kitten.” He demands, harshly pinching your nipples. You shake your head no to tease him. “No? Must need more convincing, huh brat?” He pulls out of you, you letting out a pathetic sob at the loss. He roughly flips you on your stomach and plants a hard smack on your ass. You yelp, your pussy aggravated as it throbs at the feeling of pleasure. He yanks you towards him and shoves himself back inside you, you laying flat on your stomach. You kick and scream under him, feeling him so deep it blinds you.

“Oh my god, daddy!” You whine, shoving your face into your pillow as he assaults your g-spot.

“Say it.” He demands, landing another hard smack on your ass this one sure to leave a mark.

“I-I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m sorry!” You scream, desperate for release.

“Good girl.” He hisses. Dabi grabs your hair and lifts your head off the pillow wanting to hear the last moans you can give before you cum.

“Go ‘head and cum for me. You’ve earned it.” He says. And just like that you clench around him hard, your orgasm washing over your body as you cum all over his dick. He rides out your orgasm, only to continue pounding you earning a sharp yelp from you as you throw your head into the pillow again.

“You didn’t think it was over did you? That’s cute.” He said, taking you further. At this point you’re overstimulated, the pleasure almost painful as he worked you to another orgasm.

“God, I love you!” You scream to his delight as you cum quicker than your mind can keep up.

“I love you too. Even though you’re fucking annoying.” He hisses, unable to hold himself back anymore. He cums hot inside you, grunting as he slaps your ass one last time before pulling himself out. You moan softly, breathing heavily as he cleaned you up. He kissed up your body, you unable to move from being completely fucked out of your mind.

“When you socked me, I knew you were a keeper.” He laughed.

“Shut up.” You say, smiling into your pillow.

“HEY, YOU TWO DONE IN THERE? YOU COULD HAVE WOKEN UP THE ENITRE CITY WITH ALL THAT RACKET!” Twice shouted through the walls, turning your face red with shame.

“SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!” Dabi yelled back, rubbing soft circles on your ass to soothe his harsh marks on both cheeks.

bitch i.. i’m sick.

#bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha dabi #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha midoriya x reader #bnha todoroki x reader #bnha oc

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aizawawhore · 4 years

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Brat

Pairing: Shigaraki x reader

Words: 1909

Genre: smut

Warnings: blow jobs, teasing, vaginal sex, brat taming, HEAVY degradation, light choking maybe? possible slight if ya squint non-con??? It’s just rough honestly like just fucking sin honestly, oh some mention of Overhaul and jealousy. I know Overhaul is a total ass so maybe some people don’t like having him in fics idk??? A/N: So this is based off a request that asked if Tomura would be good at brat taming. Simple answer? Yeah...but this guy is a brat as well so...it’s interesting! Sorry if this isn’t the best I just wanted to write some sweet handy boy <3

You weren't being a brat, it was Shigaraki who was being the brat. You weren't just going to play into his game of 'you're being a bad girl and now I'm going to get my dick wet at your expense' today. Shiggy though had other plans. You guessed it was a hard day of being a villain because he came into who room in a rage. Or Dabi was just being--well--Dabi. You were sitting on his bed reading something until your boyfriend came into the room almost breaking down the door while he was at it. He was panting, pissed off and ready to get rid of some pent up anger. You weren't having it today though, you were tired of taking care of his temper tantrums--at least for tonight. It must have bothered him that you just glanced at him and paid him no mind before turning back to your book to keep reading. "Hey!" Shigaraki growled and you just kept reading. Footsteps came closer to the bed and you didn't even budge. "Are you fucking ignoring me?"

You kept reading, but at this point you were more just staring at the page and not actually reading the words. "Hey you little whore, answer me!" He decayed the book out of your hands and you sighed. "What Tomura? Did something not go right? And now you're going to take it out on me?" You called him out, and he looked fucking pissed beyond belief. You would be lying if you said it didn't put fear into you, but you knew Tomura--he'd never do anything you were uncomfortable with. "You're a god damn spoiled brat, you know that Y/N? I take care of you, keep a roof over your head and give you all you could ever want, and you act like this toward me?" He yanks your hair, making you pull towards him and forcing you to look him in the eyes. "I know you're trying to act tough, but we all know you're just a little dumb baby. A fucktoy, my fucktoy. So drop the fucking act, it's not cute." You just make a 'hmph' noise before looking away from him with your hair still in his grip. "I'm going to count to three, and if you keep acting like a brat after that--I'm going to ruin that body of yours." You keep your eyes away from his, not saying a single word. "One." Tomura counts, and you keep looking away. "Two." He counts again, this time you waver, but keep your eyes away from him. "Three." On three, he throws you back onto the bed and pins you down with his body. "Are you going to behave now?" He asked, cocking his head. You looked at him, and stick your tongue out. "Fine." The man above you speaks, and the second you blink his hand minus his pinkie is wrapped around you neck and pressing down. "I'm going to have a good time making you behave little whore." You whine a little, not being able to speak and he chuckles in amusement. "No no no, you had your chance to show me you could behave. Now I'm going to do exactly what I said I would do. I'm going to tease you and fuck you until you're crying and begging me to stop. And then we'll see if you wanna act like such a stupid brat next time." You nodded, damn you were weak for him. He was so hot like this, angry and dominate. Shiggy kept his hand steady on your neck and squeezed more almost fully cutting off your air supply as he unzipped his pants with the other hand. His cock springing free, he gripped his dick and pumped it a couple times as pre-cum leaked from the tip. He was so hard, you couldn't help but think you being a little hard to tame was turning him on. You started to feel light-headed from the lack of air, and he noticed. "Here is the deal little whore--you get to breathe for the brief moments it takes for your mouth to get on my cock. After that I'm going to fuck that throat until you're gagging and choking on it. Show me how sorry you are." With that he let go of your neck, and you were immediately moving to take his cock in your mouth. You wanted to tease him for a bit and maybe on a different night you could. But the moment you made contact with his cock Shigaraki was choking you with his member, tears coming from your eyes right away at the feeling of being gagged. He groaned and kept thrusting in and out of your warm wet mouth. He wasn't being gentle, he never was but tonight he was being rougher than what you were used to, but you weren't complaining. He was right after all, he took care of you and made sure you were safe which is something you never thought he was capable of doing. You're little temper tantrum was uncalled for, but at least it gave you a hard fuck which you always enjoyed. You were drooling out of the corners of your mouth as you took his cock, you used your tongue to lick around his shaft and head of his cock and just becoming drunk off his dick. The blue haired man above you was stern still but god was he ever enjoying the sight of you being a cock drunk little slut. He loved having the power over you even if you were in a bratty mood, he wouldn't trade you for anything--even if he had a messed up way of showing it. He pulled his cock out of your mouth after facefucking you for a good five minutes, making your throat raw. Spit and cum were mixed in your mouth and you swallowed it all down. You were a mess, and basically had no mind of your own now. Shigaraki grabbed his phone from his jacket pocket and opened the camera on it. "Such a pretty little cock whore." He mumbled before snapping a couple of pictures of you with tears running down your face and cum and drool coating your lips and chin. After he was done with getting pictures of you, he chucked his phone on the nightstand and moved over to his desk chair. He sat down, and you were worrying that he was going to leave you dripping and ready for more. "Off the bed, come here." You didn't need to be told twice, you stood up and moved over to your boyfriend and so eager for what he had in mind next. "Strip, do it slowly." You gave a slight nod and reached for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up revealing you weren't wearing a bra. Shiggy tutted as you dropped your shirt to the floor. "Such a fucking whore, I bet no matter what man walked through that door was going to get their cock sucked by such a dirty baby like you." "N-No Tomura...only you." It was true, no matter how many times Dabi flirted with you--you wouldn't go to his room. You'd always return to Shigaraki. You would never do this for anyone else, you were his. "Really? What about Overhaul?" You had only met Overhaul once, when Shigaraki went to meet him after the incident. He wanted you there for 'eye-candy' purposes and you obeyed. You sat on your leaders lap the whole conversion. You had crossed the line when you thought you were really just playing the role of the leaders whore. You would cross one leg over the other and when you did you'd keep your legs spread just a little longer then needed. You should've known this isn't what he meant when he wanted eye-candy with him. He just wanted you there, just to sit pretty and wait like a good bitch while they worked things out. Instead you gave Shigaraki the wrong message. Let's just say he fucked you so hard that night you couldn't walk for days. He claimed you that night, and now he was bringing it up again. "No T-Tomura...I don't want him I need you. Only you." You slipped your shorts and panties down just leaving a pair of thigh highs on that Shiggy loved. His eyes were glued to yours, you stood there waiting for his next order. "Prove it again, ride my cock." He growled. You wasted no time getting on his lap, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock. You let out a moan, a soft one which earned you a slap to your ass. "Be loud, I want everyone to know you're mine." As you got into a good pace, bouncing up and down on his cock while Shigaraki sat back and watched you do all the work you let out loud moans and cries of his name. He gripped your ass with one careful hand and the other pinched and squeezed your nipple. You were on pleasure overload and you weren't sure if you could keep it up much longer. "T-Tomura...can I please cum? I wanna cum!" A dark, evil chuckle escaped your boyfriend. "You think after that little show you put on earlier I'm just going to let you cum? Dumb little baby. You're going to keep begging until I think you're sorry enough to cum. Or able I'll just leave you here horny and leaking if I don't think you're trying hard enough." You keep trying to hold off your orgasm and start begging, as loud as you can. "Please Tomura! I'm sorry I was such a brat I won't be like that again! I need to cum on your big cock. Please Tomura!" You were just hoping it was good enough, you kept moaning and begging him as you kept your speed. Even if he didn't give you the go-ahead. You weren't sure if you could hold on much longer. "Fine, cum." Oh fuck yes. You didn't just cum though, you fucking squirted all over his cock the moment he spoke. You couldn't believe it, you had never done that before. It must have made Tomura very turned on and happy, because he busted the moment he realized what you had done. His cum painted your inside walls and he let out an animalistic growl and was digging his blunt nails so deep into your ass that you knew they were going to leave marks. "That's it! Good girl!" He rasped as you crashed down and went limp, your orgasm was just too powerful and the over stimulation was also too much to handle. Your mind went fuzzy and you were sure you were about to faint. But you were pulled out of your daze by the man under you gently petting your hair and kissing your neck. "You must be tired." He mumbled, it was moments like these that made making him angry worth it. After a couple of minutes of staying still. You got the power back into your legs to lift you off of him. You were really tired, the sudden need to sleep taking over you. You fell straight onto the bed once you made your way over to it and your boyfriend soon followed, laying beside you as you peacefully drifted off. I guess he was able to tame the brat out of you after all... - END -

#shigaraki smut #tomura shigaraki smut #smut #fanfic #fanfics #my writing #tomura smut #bnha smut #xreader #writing #once again sorry if this sucks i just HHHH #also i did sorta beta test it but it might not be perfect #forgive me

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Hi! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you would do a imagine with a hades and Persephone AU with Dabi as Hades and reader as Persephone? Sorry if that was confusing, thank you!

I rewrote this exactly 9 times. I’m in a writer’s block lol. I hope you enjoy this anyway :”) -Calamari

Scorched Roses // Hades!Dabi x Persephone!eader

From the moment you were born, your entire life was already plotted. You were already tasked with the job to maintain the spring and summer with your life-giving hands and loving heart. There was danger to come with such an innocent facade. So much so, that your strangely protective mother often came to retrieve you herself when it came to the end of your shifts.

At one point your mother could not show up on time.There was an emergency on Olympus that required her attention, and you were left to your own devices. You couldn’t help but stay behind and admire the spoils of a day well spent. Your eyes scanned over the multi-colored landscape now engulfed by a variety of flora and fauna.

It was then that you saw him.

Dabi never quite dabbled directly into the dead. That was the job of another God. There were times, however, in which he had to do a run down of all life on Earth and their extensive timelines before they came to his domain. This was one of those times.

He was lazily strolling about the very field you were in. His eyes landed upon every living creature, birds and bunnies alike, taking mental accounts of their ages and estimates on how long until they were dragged down to him.

His turquoise eyes mingled with your own. He felt his heart rise from his chest and his palms become clammy, and yet, his face held the same stoic expression as when you first met eyes.

Wordlessly, he sauntered toward you, hands shoved into the depths of his black pockets. Despite his wandering eyes, you felt your skin crawl with anticipation at his attention. If you could choose one word to describe him, it’d be beautiful.

Once he was in front of you, he extended a hand, palm facing upward. You shyly placed a hand atop his and averted your attentive gaze as he pressed a ginger kiss on the back of your hand.

“You are..?” He asked, his voice sultry. Everything about him seemed so smooth and graceful that you couldn’t even find a hint of nerves on him.

You couldn’t hear the way his heart shivered at your touch.

“(Y/N)..” You responded quietly. You tried to offer a smile, but it was a shy, quivering grin that evidently showed your attraction toward the ebony haired male. He chuckled in satisfaction at your response, eyes locking onto yours with a hard glance. Despite the mischievous grin stretched across his face, his eyes were nothing short of sincere.

“My name is Dabi.” He murmured. “I hope I get to see more of you..” He shot you a cheeky wink and melted into the fire beneath his feet before I had a chance to squeak out a flustered agreement.

Dabi upheld his promise. Time and time again, he would wander the Earth, following your path of life until he found you at the very end. He would sit down beside you and immediately ask you about yourself.

Sometimes, you’d bring him fruit, and other times he’d bring you his own. It became a frequent cycle where you’d barely escape your mother for the sole purpose of spending yet another afternoon huddled up against the warmth of Dabi’s chest.

For someone who ruled a place like the underworld, he was surprisingly warm both physically and personality-wise. He often took harmless jabs at you, always reassuring you right after. Despite your shyness fading away, you still often became flustered at his occasional comment on how attractive he found you. Dabi was always whispering sweet words into your ear, his arms always firmly resting around you as he tugged you into him. He made sure you knew that you were his.

Then one day he made it permanent.

“Run away with me.” He whispered into your ear, giving your shoulders a little squeeze. You giggled softly, turning around to face him. Only then did you see the way his lips curved downward instead of up. You felt your mouth struggle to form a frown as you found your eyes glancing at anything but him.

“Dabi, you can’t be serious..?” The statement came out as more of a question than anything. A part of you longed to be free, to escape the overbearing expectations of your mother and make a choice of your own. Another part screamed at you for so much as considering abandoning your duty as the Goddess of spring.

“I can’t go there, Dabi, you know this..” You murmured softly, looking side to side before hiding in his chest. He pushed you off of him and left his hands resting firmly on your shoulders.

“I know that, my rose, but I can’t..” His brilliant sapphires parted from their intense gaze. For the first time, his cheeks shined an intense shade of red as he struggled to string together the right order of words.

“I need you.” He spoke suddenly, his eyes immediately returning toward you to prove to you how serious he was about the raised circumstances. “You’re the sweetest anyone has ever been to me. I don’t know how long I can stand just having you to myself for these little bits of a day. Come with me. Please, (Y/N).”

He scanned your face for a sign, anything that would let him know that you were ready to be his. You answered his vulnerable request with silence, as you thought of the consequences that would follow.

As you stared at Dabi, you found your heart whispering the proper response to him.

“Okay.” You murmured. You sounded as though you were answering yourself rather than him. His face lit up and almost instantly, he snaked an arm around you waist and pulled you into him.

“I promise I’ll make you the best queen. And the happiest.” The floor parted and with that, you fell into the underworld in the arms of your future king.

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