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Hi!! I've really been toying with this idea in my mind for the past few days, and since your MHA stuff is sooooo amazing, I was wondering if you'd want to do it💖Tomura secretly dating reader who's either a hero or civilian, whatever suits it better. I mean, it makes sense at least in my head, since he seems like the type who wouldn't want everyone to know he's dating someone "good," because he obviously has too many enemies. So they like, meet in secret and stuff, but the fire is definitely there. Could be fluff or NSFW, it's totally up to you💖

You can totally ignore this request if you don't want to write it, but I'll be really grateful if you do💕

Hello love and thank you so much I'm really happy you enjoy my writing.

I'm sorry it took me a bit longer than I hoped, but here it is and I hope you like it!

Title : A stolen night

Characters : Tomura Shigaraki (Shimura Tenko)/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ fluff/ a hint of angst

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

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How did it all start anyway? You often thought about your first meeting with him, when you were hanging around all by yourself at the near by park, away from everyone else and their chattering.

And he was doing the same.

You recognized him immediately, but that wasn't even the strangest part. It was when you saw him feeding the ducks and smiling like it was the most typical thing for a wanted criminal to do.

Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd end up dating him soon after.. Him, a villain.. and not just any regular villain no, but the symbol of fear Tomura Shigaraki himself.

You, the perfect civilian who pays her taxes, bills and rent on time and who has a respectful job like any other respectful citizen.

Never in a million years would you have thought that while everyone else is happy to see the heroes taking a step forward against the villains, you would be on the edge of your seat wondering if he was alright.

And never in a million years would you have thought that you would be the one to coax him into letting his guard down and allow himself to be more intimate with you.

He was afraid of hurting you, so for the longest time, he was careful whenever you two were close.

His quirk gave him no chance really, having lived most of his life touch deprived left him socially awkward and totally clueless when it comes to any kind of human interaction.

Everything changed though when he became able to control his quirk.

_ "Tenko it's okay, it's safe now. We can finally be together like we've always wanted."

Your first time with him was slow and awkward. He had absolutely no idea what to do or how to do it, and you felt self conscious guiding him each step of the way. It was cute though, the way he followed your instructions without asking any questions.

You two still laugh remembering that day.

Other than his trusty friends in the league, he never told anyone about you. He knows all too well that he's not someone you should be flaunting your relationship with him in front of everyone else. He worries about you. He has enemies everywhere, villains and heroes alike, which is why finding a perfect time and a perfect place to meet has always been challenging.

It was dark outside, you took one last glance at the empty street behind you before knocking gently on his door.

_ "I missed you, I missed you so much." You wasted no time and jumped in his arms as soon as he opened the door, almost toppling over each other.

He caught you in time right before you two ended up on the floor.

_ "I missed you too gorgeous you kept me waiting, I thought you weren't gonna come." He uttered between hungry kisses lifting you up and slamming your back against the wall.

His hand moved under your skirt, and his eyes widened as he smirked against your lips when he found no signs of your panties: "Oh! So you came prepared huh?"

You didn't bother answering, you just wanted to be as close to him as possible because who knows when your next meeting is gonna be?

He kept one of his arms under your ass while the other moved to his pants working on freeing his raging cock.

You sighed feeling his teeth nibbling on the skin right under your jawbone. He knows it drives you nuts when he does that.

_ "Tenko.. hurry." You wanted him inside you already. And as if on cue, his dick bounced up slapping your throbbing wet pussy, and you both moaned at the sudden feeling.

He instantly aligned himself with your anticipating cunt before looking up at your seductive face and finally slamming himself into your heat.

You threw your head back knocking it against the wall, but it didn't matter, he was finally filling you up for the first time in weeks.

He was as impatient as you were, and he started moving immediately without any warning. You screamed in both surprise and bliss and allowed him to ram you as he pleased.

His stamina is a lot better now than it used to be during your first few times together, when he would cum instantly in his pants just from the feeling of your palm against his clothed erection.

But it's different now, he can drive you repeatedly to your own orgasm before he allows himself to release on your naked body.

You tightened around him as the thought crossed your mind and he groaned against your neck at the feeling of your fluttering pussy.

_ "Tenko.. I'm close!" And he could tell by the way you squeezed him impossibly tight.

He rolled his hips skillfully over and over again into the spot that makes you see the stars, and you pulled his tousled hair and struggled to keep your screams at a minimum when you climaxed for the first time that night.. Oh yeah, he was not done with you yet.

You let your head rest on his shoulder as he pushed further into your pussy. Your whimpers were like music to his ears.

He groaned and pulled out of you, right before his semen came flying on the wall behind you.

_ "That was really good y/n, are you ready for more?" You didn't have the energy to say anything, so you smiled and nodded against his neck.

You were spent, both of you were, but you needed more of each other because it was never enough.

You are in love, and no matter how messed up it might seem to the rest of the world, you didn't care. You have each other, and that's the only thing you need.

_ "Let's take this to the bedroom then shall we?" He murmured kissing your temple and walked to his room with you still in his arms.

You would never leave his side, even if the whole world was against him. That's your blessing, and your curse.

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Pairing: Villain!Shigaraki Tomura x Pro-hero!fem reader

Summary: A Pro-hero Halloween party goes wrong due to an attack and you are held captive by the Villain Shigaraki Tomura who seems to have a manic obsession with you.

Content warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, knife play, fear play, degradation, humiliation, mind break, coercion, bondage. Shiggy is unhinged and reader is helpless.

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium’s “After Dark” collab. Please check out the masterlist of this collab and support the work of all the other amazing authors and artists:))

isnt proofread so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Being a pro-hero was a taxing job and on most days it took everything in you to make it through a single day. But on days like this, you suppose your job had quite a few enjoyable perks. One of those being the Halloween party that you and your pro-hero friends threw every year. No matter how busy they all were, every single one of them made sure to mark their calendars just for this day. It was the one day where all of you let loose, drank alcohol to the point of blacking out and lived “normal” lives. Just for this one day.

Each year one of you took the responsibility to host the party and this year it was Todoroki’s turn. The party was in his fancy mansion this year and suffice to say you expected it to be rather sophisticated compared to the crazy party that Denki threw last year.

You were surprised, to say the least when you walked into the heavily decorated mansion. It seems that Shoto had decided to pull out all the stops this year and the mansion looked a lot like a set of a horror movie. There were carved out pumpkins, lanterns and ghostlike figures scattered all over the yard. There seemed to be a device constantly emitting smoke, adding to the spooky illusion of the house.

As you walked towards the door, you noticed the inside of the house was packed with people and loud music was booming through the speakers and the energy was infectious. Upon entering the house, you were blinded by the shimmering party lights and the sheer amount of people gathered in the house. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had the thought that this was probably the safest place considering the sheer amount of pro-heroes all gathered in one place. You were bubbling with excitement and pure adrenaline at the thought of how memorable this night was going to be.

And a memorable night it was. To be honest, you had no idea how it happened. None of you expected the league of villains to attack you, after years of radio silence, and that too at your annual Halloween party where all of you had your guard down. Your memory was hazy, maybe the hit to your head was the reason why, but you felt rather guilty at the thought of being vulnerable when your responsibility as a Pro was to never show weakness.

As these thoughts came rushing into your head, you realised that your hands and legs were bound to a chair and you felt the panic settling in. One of the first things they taught you as a pro was to never panic and always look at the situation from an objective and logical point of view. But it was proving rather difficult to be objective when you were drunk and completely caught off guard.

You lulled your intrusive thoughts and tried to assess your surroundings. You were in a dark room with a few scattered chairs and a table with a bunch of equipment that you couldn’t see very clearly. You were alone in the room and from the looks of it, you were the only one who was captured. Unless they were keeping all the victims in a different room, but that seemed quite unlikely.

You tested the strength of the ropes and tried to see in what way you could escape. This was one of the few times you wished your Quirk was something more practical and hands-on. Your quirk allowed you to control the body of a person for a few minutes as soon as you made contact with their skin. But the handicap was that if someone knew about your quirk, they would make sure they never came in contact with your skin in the first place. This is why you trained so hard to improve your combat skills but there wasn’t much you could do while being bound to a chair.

You were pulled out of your thoughts at the sound of a door creaking open and a shadowy figure started to walk towards you. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw that the person standing in front of you was none other than the infamous villain - Shigaraki Tomura. You were surprised to see that the head of the league was confronting you directly when you weren’t even one of the strongest heroes. You tried to figure out what exactly he wanted from you.

“Happy Halloween miss y/n! How is life as a Pro treating you?” he asked, in his dull monotone voice. He was grinning down at you, as though he found your predicament rather hilarious. “Seems to be treating you pretty well considering how you heroes have the time to celebrate Halloween and party rather than protect the people you so generously care about!” he taunted, with no regard to you whatsoever.

“It’s a little hard to protect people when I am tied up to a chair, don’t you think?” you said, with disdain dripping from your tone. That seemed to wipe the grin right off his face only for a more nefarious look to replace his previous expression. Seems like he truly noticed your presence after you spoke to him. You had heard about how Shigaraki had a broken sense of what was right and wrong and he toed the fine line between insane and truly unhinged quite heedlessly.

All of a sudden, he pulled a shiny knife from his back pocket and ran his fingers gently over the surface of the knife. “I know all about you, pro hero. I know I can’t touch you and in a way, it works for the both of us don’t you think? Because now I can’t use my quirk on you without touching you and if I do that, we would both be at a stalemate I suppose. But that makes things so much more fun!” he said maniacally. “What do you want from me, Shigaraki?” you asked, exhaustion evident in your words.

“What do I want? Well, the simple answer is that I hate all Pro-heroes and capturing one and torturing them will surely make the Heroes take the League more seriously. But the real and more complicated answer is that I’ve been watching you. I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you. And the fact that we can’t touch each other makes this so much more exhilarating for me. Don’t you feel it too? The electricity between us?” he asked while looking at you as though you understood exactly what he is talking about.

The knife glinted in the light and there seemed to be a shine in his eyes as he looked at the knife and then back at you. “I don’t want you and I can’t help you either, so either kill me or just let me go,” you said impassively. “That’s quite a skimpy outfit for a Pro, don’t you think?” he asked, while completely ignoring your statement. He skimmed the knife lightly over the tiny straps of your top and your skin erupted in goosebumps. He seemed to enjoy the sight and pulled at the straps of your top with his knife.

You were relieved at the thought that he wouldn’t directly touch you, but the knife on your skin made you feel so helpless and weak. You were paralysed with fear and you knew that moving your body would only make it riskier for you. You prayed that someone would come and save you because there was absolutely no way you were getting out of this situation without any help.

“Your skin is so soft and flawless, I wonder how it’d look if I cut you up just a little bit!” he said in a dazed voice. “Will you still be appealing to me if you were filled with scars just like me?” he wondered aloud. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to beg him for mercy but every second the knife was on your skin, you felt yourself succumbing to the weakness.

Being a hero for you never really involved a true threat to your life, your quirk always led to you being part of stealth missions rather than facing villains head-on. But at this moment, you realised just how easy you had it for you. Is this what the others went through every day? The imminent threat to your life led to your senses being extra heightened.

You were feeling everything, the lights in the room were too bright, your clothes felt too itchy and the knife felt cold but smooth in your skin. The cold made you shudder and you lightly struggled against your bonds. “It seems like you’re enjoying this,” he said with delight. He cut the straps of your top with the knife and your top was barely hanging on to your chest.

“I don’t know what I want more, for you to be naked before me or for you to be begging me to touch you with the knife,” he remarked. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the knife rest lightly on your neck. “I want to show you just how much I want you but this is the only way I can. Imagine the knife on your neck is the same as my hands choking you if I could touch you.”

Your mind went to a dark place and your body seemed to be out of its senses. Your nippled hardened as he moved the knife from your neck and skimmed it to the front of your top and pulled till it ripped apart in two pieces. You were panting as he kept running the cool knife over your nipples over and over again. “You like this don’t you? You may lie to me with your words but your body craves this. I always knew there was a reason you caught my eye. You’re not like the others, you see the world differently don’t you? I can show you so much more if you give in to me” he whispered in your ear, his mouth just an inch away from your skin.

“You may not want to admit it now, but I’m gonna show just how much of a slut you are,” he said hysterically. The knife resting on your left nipple travelled down to the apex of your thighs. He ran the knife over both of your thighs repeatedly till you felt your wetness sticking between your thighs. You were so incredibly turned on and you hated your body for betraying you like this. Why were you enjoying this? Why were you not speaking up or trying to escape or doing anything? How could you let yourself be rendered so useless?

Paying no mind to your inner turmoil, Shigaraki tugged at your skirt with the knife till it was rolled up to your waist. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy little cunt straining against the lace panties you had on. He could smell your arousal and you could see the growing bulge he was sporting. He placed the flat surface of the knife straight over your clit and you jolted in your seat. It was too cold and the fear was making everything unbearable.

“Stay still or else you’ll be bleeding all over the floor” he said in a sing-song voice. Taking heed of his warning, you stayed utterly still, even though your entire body was begging for something, anything. He started to rub the flat surface of the knife over pussy lips and you seemed to get impossibly wetter. Your thighs were slightly shaking and your breathing was shallow. You heard someone moan and realised that it was you and the effect of the knife shigaraki was using on you.

After a few more minutes of teasing you by rubbing the knife over your panties, he decided that he wanted them off. He slid the point end of the knife inside your panties and pulled till he heard the satisfying rip of clothes being torn. He was greeted by the sight of your soaking wet pussy and it took everything in him to not just take you right there.

He once again pressed the flat end of the knife over your pussy and this time you moaned so loud it was a wonder nobody heard you. “I bet the cold feels so good against your wet pussy doesn’t it?” he asked. You nodded your head mindlessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he moved the knife over your clit. “You know you won’t be able to get off like this, beg for it and I can make it so much easier for you” he whispered huskily.

The sight of your hips bucking slightly against the knife, trying to chase any kind of friction, was so erotic to him. He wanted to give you what you needed but that wouldn’t happen unless you admitted that you were weak and under his mercy. He would give you whatever you needed as long as you remembered where you stood. “Come on, just beg baby, don’t you want this torture to end? Your pussy must feel so empty, clenching against nothing, desperately waiting to be filled. Give in and you can have that!” he taunted.

God you wanted to give in. The press of the knife over your clit was driving you insane and it was getting harder and harder to force your hips to stay still. You never knew lust could be so all-consuming. Maybe it was lust or maybe it was chasing a good feeling when your life was under threat, but all you know is that you wanted this. You wanted to feel good in such a horrible situation and you were willing to do whatever it takes. Even if that meant begging your captor to let you cum.

“Please please please, just do something. I’m going i-insane and I can’t take this an-anymore. Please, I beg you.” you sobbed out. It felt horrible saying those words to him, guilt seeping into every nerve in your body. But as soon as you felt the handle of the knife slide into your throbbing hole, all you knew and felt was pleasure at its finest.

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Take things slow || Shigaraki Tomura x fem!Reader

Summary: being in particularly good mood, Shigaraki chose to take it slow with you

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampie, spit kink, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of knife play, mentions of blood, squirting, choking

Word count: 700

Author: Bear 

A/N: this marks my debut in the Kinktober '23 Collab event, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it! Today's prompt is: Creampie.

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"You look so cute milking my fucking cock like that's the only thing you know how to do, huh, whore?" His voice, despite the degradation in his words, carried a softness that sent shivers through your body. 

Your pussy clenched around his cock, responding eagerly to his words.

Tonight was unusual, a departure from Shigaraki's usual roughness. Shigaraki's unusually good mood that day led to him being more willing to handle things with a touch of gentleness when it came to you. He had chosen to go slow with you, savoring every inch of your beautiful, sexy body. He wanted to watch you squirm with every touch, every deep thrust of his cock in your tightness.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, sweat glistened on your forehead and temples, making you look even more enticing. You wanted to respond, but you couldn't. 

His hand gripped your throat tightly. His thrusts were unhurried but profound. The wet, rhythmic sounds of your tight pussy being filled with his length echoed in the room. It was a mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure, an intoxicating sensation that had you addicted. For these reasons and a thousand more, leaving him was simply impossible.

"I could do some art with a knife, writing my initials on your beautiful thighs," he whispered against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine; he then nipped at your earlobe. "So exciting, I could lick them clean of your blood." His voice dripped with desire as he continued his sensual exploration. "Cum for me again, whore."

"I-I don't think I can, master," your voice quivered, and you could hardly believe the number of times you had reached the peak of pleasure already; you were always surprised by the stamina that Tomura had in bed.

"I damn well know you can, slut," he encouraged you, his hand still firmly gripping your throat. Shigaraki took advantage of your open mouth, collecting some of his saliva and, with an audacious sound, spat it into your waiting mouth. The droplet landed at the tip of your tongue, and without hesitation, you swallowed it down. Shigaraki's chest swelled with pride, and as a reward, he spat again, this time right onto your already slick clit. He couldn't conceal the smirk that spread across his face when he saw the droplet sliding down your folds, reaching the point where your bodies were connected. "I know you can, because you're your master's good pet."

By then, his thrusts had become delightfully sloppy, and with each one, he released a mix of compliments and degrading words into your ear. A knot was forming deep within you, signaling the approach of a new orgasm. Your moans revealed your desire, as did the way you clung to his throbbing dick, unwilling to let go. 

"Come on, doll. Make your master proud," Shigaraki snarled, and a few more intense thrusts were all it took to push you over the edge. This time, though, it was different. Your essence surged from your core, splashing between your thighs and wetting Shigaraki's abdomen and the bed. You could see, even with your eyes half closed, a wry grin on his face.

Shigaraki relentlessly pistoned into your eager pussy, his determination clear as he aimed to reach his own climax. In just a matter of minutes, he gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place as he released deep inside you. Afterward, he withdrew to savor the sight of the copious amount of semen mingling with your own fluids, all dripping from your entrance. You groaned when you felt two fingers enter your pussy. Tomura just wanted everything to stay inside and not waste any of his cum. A single thought that in a few months he might see you round with his child and your breasts full of milk for the baby made him want to fill you full of his cum until you can't take it anymore. "Goddamn. You’re my good slut," he whispered on your lips, giving you a soft kiss. 

Exhausted, you closed your eyes, every slight touch sending shivers down your spine as your body was still overstimulated. "Only for you, my master," you whispered, your lips barely parting.