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Obedience Training

Part 1

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Shigaraki x Female Reader

SMUT NSFW 18 +

OK my first story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Also big thanks to @shigatomu and @krystalwithakay for advice and help with grammar and punctuation.

Shigaraki sat on the old torn couch, legs propped up on the long wooden table in front of him, staring off into space while his mind wondered. Not to killing All-Might or becoming the next leader, no, his thoughts were on you. Always you.

Ever since you had joined the league he couldn’t get you out of his head. You had taken up permanent occupancy there and it was driving him mad. Your image was rooted in his mind. Thoughts of you constantly playing on repeat.

You had become a want, a need, an obsession. Something he had to possess, to own. You would be his. He was sure he would snap any minute if he didn’t have you. The longing was too much. The constant hunger to have you, the desire to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. His hands running down your body, over your curves, up your thighs, finally ending between your legs where your tight entrance waited. He was desperate to have your body pressed to his and hear your moans as he plunged into your dripping heat.

What would you sound like as he slammed into you, he wondered. Would you cry, moan, tremble? He would make you scream his name, mewl in pleasure, and whimper in pain.  He wouldn’t be a gentle lover.

He would leave his marks and bruises all over you. A show of his ownership. You wouldn’t be able to walk for a week when he was done. He wanted you to wither under him, to be his, only his.

A toy for him to play with that he would break. A pet to tame and obey his every command, fill his every need. You would know your place, which was on your knees before him or beneath him legs spread wide. His personal fuckdoll. God, what your mouth would feel like as he rammed his cock down your throat.

He just needed to get you alone. The day seemed to start out perfectly. The rest of the League was away dealing with something he couldn’t be bothered to remember and it was just you and him.

It was perfect. There was no one to interrupt him. No one to distract or interfere.

“Huh, of course you wouldn’t be willing,” he thought to himself, “why would she want me?”

His hands reached up to his face, touching his scars around his eyes, up his forehead, and reminding himself of something he’d prefer to forget. In his mind, he was a scarred up freak with cracked, dry lips and facial scars that no woman would want. Why would you want him?

You were gorgeous, witty, smart. You could have any guy. Not that it matters, not anymore. His need was consuming him. You would be his. He would never let you go.

The number of times he had crept into your room at night, looming over you as you slept dreaming peacefully. You looked like an angel and he was a demon waiting to ruin you. His large calloused hand reached down, pulling the covers off you to gaze at your body. Fuck, just the thought alone made him instantly hard.

The swell of your breast under your skimpy cotton top, the hard buds of your nipples showing through. The way your hips fanned out from your small waist your plump ass just begging to be spanked, grabbed.

Fuck- he needed you on all fours, He could just see it, you with your ass in the air and your head down begging for him to stop, or maybe you’d be into it and want him to go faster. Maybe you would enjoy the pain of being taken deeply from behind. He will not hold back with you.

But unfortunately for him, that day threw a curve ball at him to ruin everything. One of your friends needed you and instead of hanging out at the hideout like every other fucking day, you left. The thought brought a scowl to his face, frustration growing in his chest. A growl rising in his throat.

So now he was alone, alone with a growing hard-on and a failed plan. He hated not getting his way. His fist clenched at the thought of what he could have been doing right now, anger coursing through his veins.

He should be teaching you how to please him. How to be a good girl for your master. “Fuck,“ he growled out as he let his hand travel to his pants palming his growing erection through the fabric. Images of you played in his mind.

He wanted to hear his name pour out of your cute mouth in that sweet voice of yours. To taste the wetness of your tight cunt, his large hands holding you in place as he set a fast rough pace, slamming into you as you cried from the pain and pleasure of it all.

Dipping one hand beneath the waistband to grip his thick shaft. Pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He closed his eyes and became consumed by his fantasy, imagining your delicate hand instead of his own. Thinking about how tight your velvet channel will feel. Those luscious lips wrapped around his twitching cock.

He was so close. He could feel it. The tension tightening in his balls. Just a few more strokes and he would have been done, getting a temporary relife when all of a sudden a loud bang startled him bringing him out of his fantasy. His head snapping towards the cause of the noise, anger clear on his face, hand flexing ready to decay whoever disturbed him.

What he saw only made him smile that maniacal ear-to-ear grin.

There you were in all your beauty - his wet dream walking.

“Stupid fucking idiot,” you grumbled as you threw your keys down on the dusty counter. Apparently your friend had pissed you off so much you came back to the hideout early. You looked up, noticing your boss.

“Oh! Hey, Shigaraki! I didn’t think you’d be here,” You chirped as he discreetly removed his busy hand from his pants, grinning widely at you.

“Hello, little kitten,” he rasped.

You were taken back by both the nickname and grin. That grin sent shivers down your spine. How was such a crazy grin sexy? And oh, that voice of his made your knees feel like jelly. You shook your head, clearing out such thoughts. Your fight or flight instincts were whispering for you to retreat. And what was with him calling you kitten?

“Day not going as planned, princess?” he croaked out, getting to his feet as he turned to face you; His arousal more than noticeable. Your eyes widen at the large bulge in his pants realizing just what you walked in on.

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Let me know what you guys think. I really enjoyed writing and look forward to part 2 if anybody want it. I’m new to fanfiction so be gentle. Thanks again for reading.

The League of Villains members trying to sneak a stray cat into the hideout without Tomura finding out.

Toga: “Everyone be quiet so we don’t alert Tomura.”

Twice, Toga, Spinner, and Mr. Compress all tip-toeing into the hideout.

Dabi walking in last and closing the door, loudly.

Everyone glaring at Dabi.

Dabi: “… What?”

All of them turning back, Tomura appearing out of the shadows like a cryptid and scaring the shit out of everyone.

Tomura: “What do you have there?”

Toga: “Nothing!”

Twice: “Definitely not a cat!”

Spinner: “Twice!“

Twice: “—my bad.”

Tomura: “Show me.”

Toga, pulling the cat out of her coat.

Tomura, staring at the cat for a moment before reaching out and petting it.

Tomura: “Got a name for it?”

Spinner: “You’re letting us keep it?!”

Tomura: “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

Mr. Compress: “We had assumed you wouldn’t allow strays in the hideout.”

Tomura: “I let all of you in, didn’t I?”

Dabi: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Tomura, taking the cat and walking away.

😭 they care about each other so much

It needed to be said. That outfit was hideous.

League of Villains - Cyberpunk outfits from My Hero Ultra Rumble

characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood

this is funny because he is very much a cutie patootie but you can also see his biochemically engineered chiseled abs peaking out the bottom of the screen

You’re standing in the League of Villains hideout, mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you lean against the wall.

Another figure enters the room and you glance up to see Tomura walking in.

He looks your way, pausing for a moment as he studies your appearance. Unbeknownst to you, he starts making his way over to you. You’re too preoccupied with your phone to notice him, until he lays a fist on the wall next to you.

You’re cornered as he leans in closer to you, his lips mere inches away from your ear. His other hand lifts up, pressing a single finger to the shirt you’re wearing— a Fortnite shirt.

“Name 10 Fortnite locations.” he whispers.

UNDERATED TRANS DUO!!!!!!

It’s honestly so upsetting to see that the majority of people just don’t understand that Tomura doesn’t actually get enjoyment from killing people.

Tomura has literally felt so sick to his stomach that he has thrown up when he has killed people before.

The difference between all of the times Tomura has felt physically ill from killing people and all of the times that Tomura has gotten “enjoyment” from it (Tomura doesn’t feel enjoyment, he feels relief.) is that each time the person he killed had hurt him first.

Killing the people that hurt him is just genuinely the only thing that Tomura can think of to get them to finally stop so that they won’t hurt him anymore.

Tenko had originally reached out to his father for help, only for him to be struck by him with a gardening tool… and only then Tenko killed (with purpose) his father to stop him from hurting him again:

Tomura only wanted to kill the two drunk men after they had hurt him for literally just walking down the street:

Tomura wanting to kill the heroes that had hurt him (with the intention of killing him):

Tomura still doesn’t get enjoyment from killing people who hurt him, but he does experience relief from it…

((Edit: I would just like to clarify that the relief that Tomura feels from killing people that hurt him comes from knowing that they can’t hurt him anymore (relief that he is safe, even if temporarily) It does not come from him getting rid of the “itch” that he experiences (it always comes back, even after killing), like AFO groomed him into believing. I saw someone add that in the tags, and I realized that I never fully explained my thoughts on it. LOL.))

Not to mention, Tomura was literally GROOMED by All For One (which is something that people just like to ignore for some reason…) to even have this desire to kill people in the first place.

And even then Tomura doesn’t have the desire to kill people in the way that AFO wants!

His want for destruction stems from his inherent empathy for others, and his inability to understand how people are able to ignore the suffering of others. Not what All For One has groomed him into believing. (That Tomura’s want for destruction is an impulse that’s something inherent to him.)

Tomura has continued to have empathy for others despite AFO’s grooming, and has showed genuine kindness to the league on many occasions…

All of this is such an important aspect of Tomura’s character and being able to actually understand him, and it’s so disheartening constantly seeing people completely overlook this part of him.