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Magic Words

gn!reader x Shigaraki Tomura

smut; you discover your best friends praise kink... and more of his hidden feelings...

✮ dom!reader, praise kink, joi, mild orgasm control ✮

~ 1.5k words ~ MDNI I Masterlist I a/n: inspired by this post by @shigarakislaughter <3

You almost drop the switch in your hands when your phone rings, cruelly ripping you out of the virtual world, your character still fishing, none the wiser of real-life responsibilities. Tomura next to you is unaffected, engrossed in some mobile shooter, adorably pouty in his concentrated state, which you break when shoving your switch into his lap.

"Here, keep fishing for me - I gotta take this."

Tomura looks up at you, visibly disgruntled by the straight-up order you gave him, but there isn't exactly space for him to argue with you already leaving the room, so he accepts his fate. He's fully engrossed in your Animal Crossing world when you return, plopping down next to him again, peering over his shoulder.

"What'd I miss?"

He doesn't even look up, fully engulfed, although he does not seem like he's having a lot of fun. "Caught three sea bass and a damn snapping turtle. You owe me," he mumbles, continuing to play despite his grumpy attitude. You can't help but grin.

"Naww, aren't you such a good boy?" you coo, your hand moving to his head, eyes twinkling like you know something he doesn't. And maybe you do. "Fishing for me like I told you, Tomu, I'm so proud of you."

He looks at you like you grew a second head. "What the hell are you talking about!?" he grumbles, quickly breaking eye contact before shoving the switch back into your lap. "And stop touching me, weirdo," Tomura ducks his head out from under your hand, turning it away. You still see the blush creeping up his ears.

"I know you like it, dumbass," you laugh, reaching out to ruffle his hair again despite his attempt to dodge, "I see the shit on your For You, you know?"

He glares at you from the corner of his eye, huffing while not very subtly reaching for a pillow, still keeping his head turned away. "No, you don't, I don't even know what you're talking about." He pulls the cushion over his lap, gripping it like his life depends on it.

"Wait, seriously!?" You snicker, eyes casting to the pillow, trying very hard not to burst out into a full laugh. "You're actually turned on!?"

"I'm not, stop saying shit like that," Tomura finally turns his head again, and you're slightly surprised by how red he is. And how very obvious his lie shines through the desperate denial.

"You totally are," while discarding the console, you move closer to him, noticing the heat radiating from his body. Feeling particularly evil, you grab his chin and force his face in front of yours, grinning while looking into widened eyes. "Is that all it takes? Calling you a good boy, hm? You like hearing that I'm proud of you?"

He presses his lips together, visibly conflicted. "N-no?" the voice crack makes you laugh, and move another beat closer.

"It's okay," your thumb strokes along his jaw, soothing. "You can tell me, we're best friends, right?"

Your words seem to convince him, suspiciously easy. "......So? What if it turns me on," Tomura huffs, cutely defiant, lips shaping a playful pout. There's a spark, shocking the inside of your chest and igniting a tame fire spreading over limbs and down your spine. You bite your lip to contain the too excited smile, and Tomura's eyes cast downwards immediately, blushing more when he sees the lip bite.

"I mean, I could help you out, you know?"

He visibly stops breathing. "Seriously?"

"I caused it so I might as well.... may I?"

His eyes are wide, moving down in a panic to spot your hand hovering just above his thigh. A swallow, several breaths of silence, then a nod. Barely there, but you feel it against your hand still holding his chin. His leg jerks under your touch, eyes focused on you again as you move your grip on his chin downwards, gently cradling the rough skin of Tomura's neck.

It's tense, maybe a little awkward, but impossibly addicting, the way he inhales sharply when you grab the pillow away from him, the tremble of his lips when you press yours to them. Tomura isn't as bad of a kisser as he made himself out to be, although very obviously hesitant. You can't deny your own nervousness, kissing your best friend while your hand squeezes his thigh possessively.

He tastes good, a subtle sweetness mixing with something addictive, something you can't get enough of. The kiss deepens, breaths mingling in a way that has you feeling his shakiness with each careful exhale. Your hand inches higher.

Tomura's arm jerks, almost subconsciously towards your wandering touch but he stops himself before touching you, his kiss faltering for a moment. You pull back only half as breathless as your best friend, eyes finding his.

"If you don't want me touching you, I can just tell you how to do it," you suggest, barely suppressing a grin at the way his breath hitches and body visibly tenses up. You don't need more confirmation - if your talk is what got him riled up, it'll be the thing to get him off too.

Pulling your legs up into a more comfortable position and especially a closer position to Tomura, you lean in, "Pull your pants down, Tomu, and touch yourself."

His breath hitches, cheeks red but he obliges, follows your words like they're constitution. When you praise him for it, he almost whimpers.

"What the hell, why are you so good at this?" he mumbles, panting with every stroke along his exposed shaft.

Your only response is a mischievous smirk, eyes torn between the visual of his very lewd actions and how cute his face looks, thrown back, a mix of completely relaxed and furrowed with pleasured concentration. "Faster. Good boy."

Tomura's more rapid breathing gradually transforms into increasingly shameless moans, your full attention on him, fingers absentmindedly threading through his locks. He looks so perfect and he's being so perfect, if you had known your best friend would be this eager, you'd have initiated something a long time ago.

"Who knew you are so obedient," you coo, moving closer to kiss his cheek, your warm breath by his face spurring him on more, "I thought you were the biggest brat but look at you.... go slower now." Visibly unhappy with that demand, he still follows it, hips bucking into his own hands. "Well done, baby," the nickname comes too easily and neither of you acknowledge it, "keep up that pace. Tell me when it starts hurting, yeah?"

That last request does finally pull a whimper from him, one that makes you melt. It's impossible to suppress the grin on your lips as you lean in again and plant a bed of kisses along Tomura's jaw, then neck, then his shoulder you expose by pulling his shirt. Only a few annoyingly slow strokes pass before he speaks.

"Wanna go faster-" a breathlessly hopeless request, met with a small tsk.

"Not yet," you lean against his shoulder, your attention obviously cast to his crotch, signaling him you're watching. There's no room for error.

You leave him struggling like this, pressed against his shoulder, the affection a stark contrast to your cruel orders. His hips start shaking, dick painfully red you almost feel bad, but the way he's keeping the slow pace so perfectly makes you think his praise kink extends into a pain kink as well. You have a lot to learn about this side of Tomura.

"Go faster now. But don't come." You glance upwards at his face, his brows furrowed, lips parted for the prettiest whines, a pitch higher now that his pace increased. "That's right, you're such a good listener, Tomura." He whines in response, gasping when you rake your fingers over his scalp.

"I- I think I'm gonna- gonna come-" he chokes, hips lifting and pressing into the couch like his body is conflicted if it wants more or less, "can I!?" the question is so high pitched, you barely recognize his voice.

"Not yet," you drag your response out, almost wishing you'd never stop seeing him so ruined. "You haven't said the magic words yet~"

His chest heaves, pace faltering but not because of disobedience but because Tomura seems too far gone, mind occupied with the building pleasure.

"I- I love you!"

You freeze, eyes wide, lips parted. He obviously didn't mean to let that slip... and he also doesn't seem to realize what he's saying, continuing to edge himself, whining and writhing mindlessly. Despite the shock, you force yourself to speak.

"You can come, Tomura."

Like you've lifted a spell, he arches his back and orgasms like he's been denied for hours instead of minutes, barely managing to breathe through it. The sight rips you out of your shock, the hand that stilled on his scalp returning to its movements, both soothing and teasing. And just when the last spurt of cum lands on Tomura's stomach and the first shudder of afterglow summons goosebumps onto his skin, you lean to his ear, an excited tone following your whisper.

"I love you too, dumbass."

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Drawing in Magma

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Devouring his son

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“Is this the power you alluded to… Kurogiri?”

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Ngl Imagine this. Shigaraki telling you to shut up every time you praise him but he’s fucking you harder every time you say something sweeter. MDNI

“You always get like this when I say nice things,” you gasp, voice breaking on the edge of a moan. “You pretend to hate it—but your cock’s twitching so hard, baby…”

Shigaraki snarls, teeth dragging along your throat like he wants to bite but holds back. Barely. His grip on your hips is bruising, knuckles whitening as he thrusts up into you from the couch—shallow, fast, frantic. You’re folded in his lap, knees bent, arms thrown around his neck as he fucks into you like he’s trying to drive the praise out of your mouth and into your bones.

“Shut up,” he growls, voice low and wrecked.

But he’s panting, flushed, trembling from the effort not to fall apart when you whisper against his ear:

“You feel so good inside me. You’re so deep, Tomura—so good.”

He groans—whines, almost—and thrusts so hard you yelp, fingernails digging into his shoulders. His hair is a mess of silver strands, sweat-slicked and clinging to his forehead as he leans in, eyes wide and wild.

“Don’t fuckin’ say shit like that.”

“Why?” you smile, breathless. “Because it’s true?”

“Because I’ll lose it,” he snaps. “I’ll fucking—”

“Good. I want you to lose it for me.”

His hands clamp down tighter. One slides to your ass, the other to your throat, his fingers pressing lightly—never threatening, just grounding you as he ruts up into your soaked, aching pussy. You’re dripping down his thighs. He’s so deep, you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

“You always talk like this when I’m inside you,” he rasps. “Sweet little voice sayin’ filthy things. Like you know what it does to me.”

“I do,” you whisper, lips brushing his cheek. “Because you fuck me even better when I praise you.”

He lets out a shaky, breathless laugh.

“Fuckin’ tease. Sweet-talking little slut. You want me to break you, huh?”

“Only if you kiss me after,” you tease, lips brushing his.

Shigaraki freezes for a second.

Then he kisses you—hard, like he needs it more than air. His cock pulses inside you and you cry out against his lips, the rhythm snapping wild and messy now. His moans fall into your mouth, muffled and hungry, his fingers clutching you like you might vanish.

“You’re so good to me,” you whisper again. “So perfect.”

He whimpers.

Your sweet words push him over the edge—his hips jerk, cock twitching deep inside you as he spills with a raw, guttural growl. He doesn’t stop thrusting. Keeps fucking you through it like he’s afraid to let go. Your name falls off his lips in a wrecked, desperate chant.

When your walls flutter around him, clenching down as your orgasm hits, you sob into his neck—and he holds you there, trembling.

“Say it again,” he begs, voice barely audible.

“You’re perfect.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, lips at your jaw. “Only for you.”

@𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐱𝐝𝐩𝐩 ; 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

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Tomura Shigaraki

1. desperate, always

He fucks like he’s starving. Like he needs you to fill some impossible void inside him. It’s not just about release, it’s about obliteration. He wants to lose himself in you completely like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered.

2. obsessively possessive

He doesn’t do casual. Not with you. He’ll snarl “mine” into your neck, bite hard enough to bruise and grip your thighs like he’s anchoring himself to reality. You’re not allowed to look at anyone else or he’ll destroy them.

3. so fucking vocal

Whimpers, growls, full on choked moan. He’s not quiet. Not even close. His voice cracks when he begs. And yes, he does beg. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Need you…need you right now.”

4. rough in a needy way

His nails dig into your skin. His hips are frantic. He can’t hold back. He loses rhythm, because he’s so caught up in how tight, warm and real you are. Sometimes he finishes fast just from how overwhelmed he gets and he hates that. So you end up going again and again.

5. touch-starved to the point of madness

The second you run your fingers through his hair or kiss his cheek he short-circuits. He leans into your touch like a dying man. If you tell him you love him while he’s inside you? He might break.

6. eye contact that borders on worship

He stares at you like you’re his last lifeline. Glowing red eyes locked on yours, panting, trembling and whispering your name like it’s a prayer. No one’s ever touched him like this. No one’s ever stayed.

7. chaos in the sheets

He doesn’t always know what he’s doing, but he’s learning fast. He’s eager, intense and obsessed with your reactions. Accidentally overstimulates you? He’ll do it again on purpose just to see you cry out.

8. terrified of losing control

He always holds back just enough to make sure he doesn’t destroy you, literally or emotionally. He wants to ruin you in the filthiest ways, but he also wants to be gentle and doesn’t know how. So sometimes he shakes insecurely, even mid thrust, whispering, “Tell me you’re okay. Tell me you want this.”

9. gets off on corruption

The more innocent you act? The more he loses his mind. He lives for dragging you down with him, ruining your pretty words, making you say the dirtiest things while he’s buried in you. “Say it louder. I wanna hear you say you like being fucked by a villain.”

10. aftercare is conflicted

He’ll pull you into his chest and bury his nose in your hair, clinging like a child. But the next second he’ll flinch like he shouldn’t be allowed to touch you. He thinks he’s disgusting. He thinks you’ll leave. So hold him tighter. Whisper his name. Remind him: you chose this.

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thinking about gamestop employee tomura.

you came in asking for hello kitty island adventure and now he's got you bent over a pallet in the stockroom.

you just looked so pretty... so clueless when you first walked in. now, you looked even prettier with all of your hair bunched up in his and crying while tomura fucked you back and forth on his cock.

he's just panting over the sounds of the plastic wrapped boxes underneath you and the cute mewls you're making.

tomura made sure to leave you with a parting gift, a hefty glob of his cum dripping out of your cunt before shrugging and saying : "we actually don't have that game in stock right now... you could come back tomorrow and see."

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one thing about me is I will always love u Shigaraki

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just two bitches who cant fly

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full version

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some Shigaraki pfps with the iconic filter from Twilight. Feel free to use. Reblogs are appreciated <3

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Still thinking about perv!shigaraki. Perv!shigaraki incorporates you into every aspect of his life. It's sickly sweet if you ask him. One time you suggested that he use moisturizer on his skin so it would itch less and later that night he was using the exact same lotion you own. How did he find out which one you use? Don't ask. He's massaging it into his skin imagining you doing it instead. He's rubbing his thumb over the tip of his dick, jerking off to 'your' aroma mixing with the smell of his precum. His cock swells at the fantasy that the reason his dick smells of 'you' is not his doing. But yours.

His skin may be softer now but his dick is impossibly hard.

Buy me a coffee? <3

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symbol of fear