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tomura shigaraki x reader . warnings : dubcon . noncon . blood . drugs . power imbalance . toxic relationships . ddlg relationship . murder .

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KINKS & FETISHES

TOMURA SHIGARAKI EDITION

CONTENT ♱ IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER, THIS IS EXTREMELY MATURE CONTENT WITH A PLETHORA OF KINKS AND FETISHES (INCLUDING NONCON), COMMON OR NOT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

ACAROPHILIA (AROUSAL FROM SCRATCHING)

Tomura loves the scratchies, we all know that. Whether he’s sad, anxious, frustrated or horny, you can always catch those blunt fingernails digging at his flesh like a dog in a flower patch. And, unsurprisingly, yours too. He likes the way you shudder as he claws down your skin, catching your nipples as he tears down your tits before watching the thin white lines raise into nasty looking red gashes. He’ll even drag his tongue over them to feel the bumps as he wanks.

ANAL TRAINING

Tomura is a disgusting and malicious man, so it should come as no surprise that one of his favourite past times is to see how wide he can stretch your ass open. He’ll make it into a game, timing you, finding different objects (safe or not) to squeeze up your butt, promising you treats and rewards if you can take having your sphincter stretched another 5 centimetres. And if you don’t think that’s a lot, trust, it is. And it’ll hurt. He’ll make sure of it.

ANONYMOUS SEX

Even evil crime bosses such as Tomura can get insecure too. On those days he’s feeling extremely low about himself, whether it be because a mission was unsuccessful or because his skin’s had a flare up and he can barely look at anyone. He’ll resort to skulking around dingy clubs and alleys. He’s not the biggest fan of glory holes, mainly because he’s scared there’ll be a dude on the other side sucking his cock. But he appreciates that he can be as weird or unattractive as he wants and still bust a fat nut into something other than his fist.

BATHROOM CONTROL

We all know Tomura is a control freak. And it just gets freakier when he starts telling you where and when you can go to the toilet. On most days, he’s tame about it. All he asks of you is that you tell him when your bladder’s full and he’ll give you permission to use his toilet. It’s only until he starts wanting to watch you shit and piss while he jerks himself off does it get a little.. worrying. He just finds it so cute when your little body does what it’s supposed to, and it’s even better when he’s the one that gets to be a bossy boots about it.

BREAST + NIPPLE TORTURE

As mentioned before, Tomura likes scratching your nipples. He’s also an avid enjoyer of slapping, pinching, twisting, stretching, biting, flicking and tickling. Really, there’s no actual explanation. He just enjoys watching you writhe in pain.

BREAST + NIPPLE WORSHIP

Equally, on the flip side. Tomura worships your tits, physically and spiritually. He finds them so beautiful, he reckons they’re his favourite part of your body. Romantic, right? He’ll kiss and hug and squish, juggling them in his palms before sucking one into his mouth while caressing the other. He’ll use them as pillows, resting his head on your chest before slipping away into a restful slumber. Probably to dream of even more titties.

CRUROPHILIA (A KINK RELATED TO LEGS)

Legs, legs, legs. Long legs, skinny legs, chubby legs, muscular legs, legs in tights, legs in thigh highs, shaved or unshaved. Tomura loves legs, he’s obsessed with them to some degree. Just the way he can do so much with them. Fold them against your chest, spread them out wide, throw them over his shoulders, or even bind them tight. He just loves legs.

BONUS

If you’re a fast runner, watch out, because Tomura will be chasing you in circles like you’re a gazelle in the savanna. He gets off to it, hardcore.

CUMSHOTS

Tomura will find any excuse to make something into a game. Give him something to aim at and he’ll be shooting semen at you like it’s an FPS. His favourite thing to spunk on is your clit, since it’s such a tiny target he feels almost accomplished when he manages to spit the creamy white liquid right on the little bud. (Before getting to lick it off)

FACE FUCKING

Who doesn’t love a nice, rough face fuck? Tomura definitely does. Tomura treats all your holes like sex toys, and your mouth is just another. He’s a hard, deep and fast fuck, using your hair like reins as he shovels his length all the way down your throat and back up again. He’s like a greyhound, once he starts he can’t stop. So what if you just threw up on his dick? He’s not done until he’s done.

FACE SITTING

Not in the way you think. He’s the one doing the sitting ‘round here darling. He’ll use it as a punishment, squatting over your face with his filthy asshole puckering and scrunching over your lips, Oh, what, you think it’s gross? Good. You better get used to the view of his hairy ass crack, baby, because you’re gonna’ be here a while.

FOOT FETISH

Perhaps the most common and well known of Shiggy’s fetishes, he’s a feet connoisseur. Manicured toes, soft soles and high heels are what he dreams of at night. Pumping his dick between a pretty girl’s smooth arches, legs bent with her steaming hot pink pussy nestled right between them? Hell yeah. He’ll alternate between worshiping your feet and having you worship his. He sucks your toes, you suck his back. It’s a 50/50 relationship.

BONUS

Though Tomura’s obsession is mainly sexual, he’ll massage your feet as an act of service purely because it’s his love language.

MACROGENITALISM

Some men like the pretty, pink pristine vulvas, the hairless ones with barely-there, tucked away labias and tiny clits you can barely get at. Some men aren’t Tomura. He wants it hairy, messy and sloppy. He wants to nestle his face between your bush and suffocate himself with the coarse hairs, he wants to gnaw and pull on your beautiful labia with his teeth and lick through every fold and crevice like he’s an explorer. He likes the women with big, gorgeous clits and fat, chunky cunts, and he won’t have anything less.

NONCON

He likes the way you scream and plead. How your guttural wails and ear piercing shrieks dull and splinter into pitiful whimpers. How your eyes mist into glassy, shiny goggles the moment he pulls the sluggish length of his manhood out and slaps it up and down on your tiny, twitchy clit. Back hunched as he places a boney finger to his lips, shushing and cooing at you as you heave through grit teeth when he splits into your folds. His big, bulbous cock head juts in and out with a slick pop as he pummels you into a shakey, traumatised little mess, pumping you full with his seed, wether you want it in your little womb or not.

PEODEIKTOPHILIA (PENIS FLASHING)

Though it sounds sinister, Tomura finds it positively hilarious. He likes to see that momentary, adorably shocked, deer-in-headlights look on your face when he drops his waistband for just a second, giving you an eyeful of his big, floppy cock and balls. Whether you’re on your own or with people, outside or inside. He’s incredibly sneaky and an all around menace. Walking past while you’re tucked into bed? He’ll wipe his clammy dick on your face along the way. Having a conversation with someone? He’ll slip his squishy pink head out of his boxers and thumb the slit with a cheeky grin. Brushing your teeth? He’ll chase you around the bathroom with his balls hanging out. Just know, he does it because he loves you. You’re his best friend.

QUIROFILIA (HAND FETISH)

Tomura likes pretty hands. Long, lithe fingers with manicured nails and soft knuckles. A stark contrast to his huge, calloused and, not to mention, destructive ones. He’ll kiss and caress the delicate appendages before demanding you wrap them around his cock, stacked atop one another as you stroke his prick up and down, foreskin clicking stickily as his balls jiggle against his thighs until he inevitably climaxes, coating your sweet fingers in the syrupy substance of his love.

SOMNOPHILIA (ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH SOMEBODY THAT IS ASLEEP OR UNCONSCIOUS)

It can be for various reasons, the main one being you’re too tired to deal with him, so he just takes matters into his own hands. He’ll spread your pussy and eat it from the back as much as it takes until he can slip inside you nice and easy. Bouncing your unconscious self against the mattress with his dick nestled tightly inside your syrupy walls, while you stay tucked into bed all cosy and warm. See? It’s a win win situation.

WATERSPORTS

Similar to Tomura’s “bathroom control” kink, Tomura just really likes piss. Wether you’re squirting in his mouth after getting finger banged within an inch of your life, or you’re on your knees with your tongue out waiting for him to give you a hot, steamy golden shower, he really doesn’t care. As long as at least one of you are drenched in piss by the end of it.

A TOTAL OF 17 KINKS THAT I COULD THINK OF (BUT I’M SURE THERE’S MORE)

Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

Tw: stepcest, naive reader, secretly creepy Tomura, reader implied to have small boobs, inverted nipples ♡

You would trust your stepbrother with your life. He is kind and loving and always makes you feel like you belong. He is the nicest guy you know. That's why you feel comfortable enough to bring this up to him in the first place.

“Tomu-kun?” You look at him. “Can I ask you something? But it's awkward.”

Tomura frowns and pauses the game, turning his whole body toward you. “Okay? What is it?”

“I uh… I don't know who else to ask… I Really–”

“Just spill,” he husks, pretending to be annoyed. He actually loves the idea of being the only one you can talk to about whatever it is. You really trust him… naive little you.

“Okay… uhm… my nipples are like weird, I think. It's like they are inside… and I wanted to know… do boys find that ugly?”

Tomura blanks for a second then his mind reels like an engine. You are talking about inverted nipples. Of course. He knows what they look like but he'd be damned if he'd pass up this opportunity. Spying on you just isn't enough.

“I don't really know what you mean?” He plays dumb. “Do you have pics… or can I see?” He can't help the sly grin tugging on the corner of his lips.

You gulp… but his reassuring smile helps. You take the hem of your sweater and pull it up, letting your tits bounce free.

“Ah,” Tomura nods. You are so cute. Your cheeks are bright pink and your eyes are turned away. Your tits are just so perfect. He has touched them fleetingly before… you were drunk as shit and he seized the moment but he never got to enjoy them as peacefully as right now.

“Well… boys like perky nips,” he shrugs.

You look at him with worry. “Oh.”

“But yours can become perky too–”

“TOMURA!” You shriek when his cold fingers touch your soft flesh. You didn't see it coming. He pinches and gropes, massaging your nipples. Your mind goes a little hazy– you're such a damn pervert– he's essentially your brother.

“There you go,” he says. “All perky.” His thumbs swirl around the hardened nub. “Personally, I think your boobs are fine. Inverted nipples are cute and it's nice to coax them out.” He leans back and picks up his controller. “Just needs a little extra care.”

You cover yourself up again. “Okay… I was insecure about it.”

He chuckles, “your boobs are a solid 8 in my book. There is no need to worry.”

“Only an 8?” You'd think he'd rate them a 10 because you are you.

“I like big boobs, sis,” he looks at you provocatively.

“Hey!” You throw a pillow at him.

Tomura chuckles. “I heard piercing them helps. If it bothers you that much, I can ask Dabi.”

Your hands fly up to cup your tits. “What?! No! Then Dabi sees my boobs!”

Tomura laughs, “it's his job… and of course I'll be there.” He looks at you, catching how you pinch your nipples through the fabric. Your eyebrows quirk. “What?”

“They are already soft again,” you pout.

Tomura takes a shaky breath. It is risky but... “Want me to coax them out again?”

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Fires were never easy to put out, burning hot iridescent light that scorched you with a single touch. That was what you were, a fire. A fire that lit inside of him in unstoppable ways to the point that there was no hope for redemption. That fire would never be able to be put out.  

Snape’s class was full the first time Mattheo saw you. Sitting at a table in the far corner of the classroom, listening to Hermione rant on and on about how Ron refused to help her with library ransacking to look for a specific book she was on the hunt for. He watched as you dramatically consoled her and promised to help look through all the libraries in the world to help her find that specific book and laughed aloud when she would roll her eyes and very seriously say how there was only one library that was of any importance to look through. 

 It was only a glance before Mattheo turned his head back to his respective table and went about listening to his own friends argue and laugh. It was only ever meant to be a glance, but that single glance at you forged a whole new life for him. A dark and malicious path he was now bound to for life. From that single brief look in your direction that day, he seemed to now always see you. In classes, at lunch, when you would sneak out to the kitchens in the middle of the night to find snacks to, in your words, “borrow” before hurriedly making your way back to your dorm. At first he hated it, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why you seemed to be everywhere, seemingly making your presence so known to him, completely driving him mad. You were simply tied to him, not that you or him knew that yet, it was as if it was the universes twisted way of a joke, binding the two of you together with string and rope, hoping for a good show when you two inevitably destroyed the other.  

It seemed the two of you were stuck in a cycle that you didn't even know about, he would watch you from afar and you would go about your day blissfully unaware. Silently he watched you, taking note of all your interests and slowly becoming more and more unsettled by his own behavior.  

Mattheo had a bad habit of watching. It was as if it was his way of protecting himself. Watching his surroundings and the way people acted around him helped him understand how much power he would have over certain situations and people. The people he picked fights with, befriended, sat near, they all had been watched and preyed upon before he made his move.  

He cant remember a time he didn’t do this. It came so naturally; it seemed as though it was second nature to him. But with you, it went levels deeper then just keeping a watchful eye. He needed to know everything. How you thought, how you went about your day, the things you liked and hated, the people you deemed worthy of your time and attention. He couldn’t stand not knowing absolutely everything there was to know.  

You seemed to be one topic of interest that truly intrigued him. He didn’t even really know why, possibly because of how trusting and kind you were? Or how you would never outright be malicious towards him and his friend group even when warranted. 

Sitting in Snapes class for morning potions, he couldn't seem to draw his eyes away from you, grumbling and scowling when Enzo would poke him in attempts to get his attention.  

Handing papers out with the most unsurprising scowl on his face, Snape called out in his usual monotone voice that he would be pairing groups of two together. Theodore let out a groan when Snape mentioned it would be mixed houses, while you scribbled on your notepad, not seeming to be paying any attention. Hermione went on a tiny rant about how stupid of an idea it was. You sigh and give her a look before glancing at Harry and Ron’s table to see them arguing over what quill was the others.  

“Hermione please give it up” you mumble as she gasps, “This is unbelievable! Not only are we going to be forced to work together with them, but someone is definitely going to get in a fight! Merlin knows Ron has been waiting for a chance to get back at Malfoy for what he said the other day.”  

Having heard his name, Ron turned around quickly followed by Harry, and started angrily grumbling. “’Mione's right! That bastard deserves-” Before he could go on a rant Snape hit the back of his head with a newspaper, glared at him when Ron quickly turned around, and walked to the front of the class, quickly shutting the class up with an upset clearing of his throat.  

“If you are all done complaining, I'm going to read out who is with who.” He gave the class one more once over before turning is gaze down to the list in his hands, “Weasley with Malfoy.” It seemed as though Snape had done that on purpose. Lightly laughing into your hand, you turn and glance at the livid expression Malfoy had on his face while Snape read out the other pairs. “Finnigan with Flint.”, “Thomas with Goyle.” He went on until it was only you and Mattheo left. 

“That leaves you with Riddle” Snape said pointing at you before exclaiming to the class that everyone needed to sit with their respective pairs. Harry got paired with Nott, to his dismay. Hermione got paired with a quiet Slytherin girl. Ron and Malfoy were already shoving each other when Snape would turn away, and you turned to start walking over to Mattheo’s table. He was quiet, and he kept an observant eye on you. You chalked it down to him being wary and disliking you for the house and blood differences of you both, but he never seemed exactly hostile towards you. 

“You and your partners will be brewing Felix Felicis, also known as liquid luck. Now, since this is such a challenging potion to make, it will require serious effort and teamwork.” Snape said, not really paying much attention to the class anymore, just walking to his desk and sitting down. “I expect nothing but success.” He said looking at only the Slytherin students, paying no mind at all to the Gryffindor ones.    

Malfoy let out the most dramatic sigh and Ron shot him the nastiest look he could muster while the rest of the class sort of just shared unpleasant looks and decided on acceptance. As you started grabbing your potions book from your bag you could hear Snape already scolding Ron and Malfoy. “Absolute idiots.” Hermione muttered behind you causing you to turn around and laugh. 

Mattheo sat silently watching the interaction before grabbing his own book and flipping to the page titled “Liquid Luck! Read bellow to become the luckiest person you know!”. He didn’t know why they were being allowed to brew such a precarious potion, most cases of people attempting to brew it ended in serious states of injury or bad luck. Turning towards him, you look at what page he was on before quickly turning to it and beginning to read aloud the ingredients.  

“Murtlap tentacles, Lemon, Ashwinder Eggs, Acromantula venom, Amaranth petals, and Belladonna....” Trailing off towards the end, you skimmed over the rest of the page. “This doesn’t look too difficult.” You said, glancing at him to see he was already looking at you with a charming smile. “Ah, you say that now but If I wasn’t here, this potion would’ve kicked your ass.” He said lightly laughing while you faux gasp and whack him with your quill. “Excuse me, but I'll have you know I am a great potions student, I only ever exploded a cauldron once.” You said very matter of fact like while he laughed and muttered a small “sure, sweetheart.” and began writing down the ingredients to grab.  

Walking into the great hall Hermione was boasting to you about how she figured out a new way to create the potion and how her partner wasn’t as bad as she had originally assumed she would be. “-Quite nice really, she even let me borrow her quill when mine broke. Isn’t that quite kind? Especially for a Slytherin!” She smiled and started telling Ron the same she had told you when him and Harry walked up to the both of you. “I hate to be the one to ask but can I borrow your notes?” Harry asked when he got close enough to you, flashing a silly begging face and explaining how Nott and him basically just argued the entire time and both got detention. Laughing you agreed and started digging in your bag when you both sat down at the Gryffindor table. “If I say working with Riddle wasn’t that bad, will I be hexed?” You asked jokingly and handed him the binder with all of your notes. 

“Oh definitely.” Harry said sarcastically, smiling softly and glancing at Rons unimpressed face, listening to Hermione rant. “-It just wasn’t that bad! And- you're not listening to me!” She said grabbing a cloth napkin and whacking him with it as he started curling into his lap in an attempt to protect himself. “I’m sorry!! Merlin, please stop hitting me!”  

Laughing, you avert your eyes from the scene they’re making and look around the great hall, noticing Mattheo sitting at his table with an annoyed look on his face seemingly listening to something Zabini was telling them. You didn’t really know any of them. You’ve had brief encounters with Malfoy and Parkinson but never any that left too much of a bad taste in your mouth.  

Mattheo got up seemingly done with whatever Blaise was saying, and started walking towards the great hall’s doors. You got up as well. Giving a brief goodbye to your friends and making up an excuse as to why you’re leaving in such a hurry, you started walking after him. “Hey!” You called out after him after you both were far enough away from the doors of the great hall and other prying eyes. He turned around and confusion found way on his face for a moment before pulling a beaten-up pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offering one to you.  

“Well would you look at that, what’re you doing walking around the castle, sweetheart?” He asked, lighting the cigarette in his own mouth after you had refused his offer of one. “Came to bug you of course,” You said in a fake serious tone, jumping up onto one of the windowsills in the hallway and looking out the big glass window overlooking the courtyard. “Really?” he jokingly questioned and went to sit beside you, “You know, you’re shit at potions right?” he said, staring out the window before turning and blowing smoke in the opposite direction when a beat of silence went by, “Huh?” You turned, looking at him now, “You confused your left and your right and almost cut your finger off trying to cut the Murtlap tentacles.”  

“i don’t know what you’re talking about Riddle, you must’ve been dreaming” You said dismissively, trying to keep a serious face before turning and looking at him, smiling lightly. “I’ll take your word for it.” He smirked, and laughed when you pulled a beaten up copy of “Dead Poets Society” out of your bag. “I’ve read that one.”

“Never knew you were the type to read, Riddle. You get in fights so much I'm shocked you still have the ability to read.” You joked, causing him to roll his eyes and look over at you. It was beyond odd to him to have someone so willing to talk to him, this comfortably too in opposite houses. Hell, even his own house. Being Voldemort's son didn’t make people any less scared or off put by him.  

Possibly because you didn’t truly know who he was, was why you were so openly kind to him, and having come halfway through fourth year. The few people who walked past the two of you gave dirty or worried looks but didn’t dare say anything, just simply kept walking. He thinks maybe that was when the obsession, the desire for you, truly started. Over time after that meeting, he started to get openly more aggressive for your attention, at least he knew that was what it was, to other’s he just seemed more upset, picking fights with people who’d done nothing wrong just so you could see him bloody and hurt. 

After quidditch matches he would automatically find ways to seem much worse than he was, and playing cool when you would run up to him and worry about him. He adored it. As more time went by the worse he became, going from watching you in classed to sitting outside your window when you would sleep, telling himself he was only making sure you were safe, justifying his actions to no one but himself. 

He knew your schedule by now. By the end of your night, you would always sneak your way down to the kitchen and make food. Walking to the Gryffindor common room was an easy enough task, muttering the password to the fat lady, who was too tired to even look who it was, he opened the portrait and stepped inside. It was always warmer in this common room compared to Slytherin’s. He walked over to where the fireplace was before checking his watch and moving along the side and hiding between the wall and a pillar, waiting for you to come down. You slowly walked down the dormitory stairs down to the main common a few minutes later before grabbing a blanket, wrapping it around yourself, and moving to leave the Gryffindor common room. 

As you walked down the stairs to the kitchens, he stayed in place of the shadows near the pillar of the fireplace and waited. The minutes ticked by before he went up the opposite stairs to the girls’ dormitories. He knew he should've gone back to his own dorm, that it was stupid to go to up to your room this late at night, and that the possibilities of getting caught were higher than he would’ve liked if he was thinking clearly, but he needed to see it. Where you slept, got dressed, and kept everything that was dear to you. 

He wandered around before finding his way to the room he knew was yours. Opening the door as quietly as he could manage, he made his way inside and saw your bed first. Slowly glancing around the room, he noticed pictures that were pinned to the wall near your bed with little thumbtacks, all the books sprawled around your room and a pile of laundry that was near the end of your bed. He felt disgusted with himself when he bent down to grab a pretty lace undergarment and stuffed it in his pocket, but not enough to not grab more of your belongings and pocket those as well.  

He felt strange, as if every time he would see something else that just simply screamed you, he couldn’t breathe. He laid down on your bed, slightly turning his head to smell your pillow and he was gone. Where he went exactly isn’t clear, even to him, but he just seemed to had disappeared for the moments he was breathing in your scent. 

You had no idea what was going on way up in the castle walls where you slept each night, completely unaware as you grabbed cheese from the fridge and conversed with the sweet house elf that ran the kitchens. Her name was Romney, she never had an issue with you coming down so late to sneak food, she enjoyed the company. As the minutes ticked by, you finally bid farewell to her and started making your way quietly back up to the Gryffindor common room. Mattheo knew his time was limited, but he couldn’t for the life of him seem to get up, breathing more and more heavily as he grabbed a polaroid you had sitting on your end table of you at the black lake, smiling and holding up “The Godfather” to show the camera. He felt content for the first time in his life as he looked at that polaroid and laid on your bed. The unhealthy obsession that had started bubbling in his soul the moment he first saw you felt like it was overflowing, gushing about him until all he could think about was how he was going to be the one to make you smile, and laugh, and feel like you've been lit on fire. 

You made your way up the castle stairs, ducking behind corners and quickly casting Lumos spells on and off when the portraits would make movements indicating they were waking up. The time was later than you had expected, having been in the kitchens a lot longer than you originally anticipated. Yawning, you finally made it back to the portrait of the fat lady and entered the Gryffindor common room. Mattheo knew it was time to go. Begrudgingly, he got up off your bed and started straight toward your window, leaving out of it just as you enter the room.

The window was left open and you were left with a sickening feeling like someone was there. 

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