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League of Villains - Suit Costume (2023)

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天使和被囚禁的使者

All of your child Tomura comics are adorable and amazing and I love them

Thank you, I appreciate it so much!

Here's one I haven't gotten around to posting 😊

He doesn't LIKE it, Giri!

Poor little possum thinks that's what it's actually called 😅

Kurogiri is reading about philosophy since Tomura keeps blindsiding him with weird questions.

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[Spicy] Calling the Shots (F!Reader/Tomura Shigaraki)

Summary: Too much screen time isn't good for you, so you decide to take matters into your own hands when Shigaraki is spending all day playing video games. You know just how to treat him right.

Rated: For Fuck's Sake Do Not Read This In Public You Heathen, Don’t Show Your Mom, Don’t Show Your Dad – Repent Afterwards, Amen! (Mature) 

Contains: Mommy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Praise, Denial Play, Body Worship Themes, Submissive Shigaraki

MINORS DNI 🔪

Ao3: [HERE]

“Tomura –” 

At the sound of your voice, Shigaraki looked up from his game to find you sprawled across his bedsheets. You sounded stern when you spoke and he realized you were scolding him for being glued to the screen again.

“Yes, (Y/n)?” If it were anyone else, he would have told them to fuck off. But not you – not his beautiful, beloved darling girl.

Your hands traveled down your body, making a show of groping your curves for him before settling on your breasts – an open invitation. “Come here, baby –” you purr, half-lidded eyes gleaming with desire. Tomura’s throat ran dry as you spread your legs. He couldn’t look away – not even the siren call of his character getting brutally murdered in-game was enough to tear his eyes away from you. Game Over. You patted the edge of the bed. “Sit right here for me, baby boy –” and he didn’t hesitate, dumping his game on the floor unceremoniously to heed your request.

The way he scrambled to please you had your heart racing. Tomura was such a precious thing – especially when he shivered beneath your touch like this. Your fingers scratched their way up the side of his neck, moving to tangle with his pretty white locks. He groaned – eyes closing as you tugged at the strands. “(Y/n)...” he begged – oh, what a lovely sound. 

“Are you gonna be good for me, Tomura?” you asked, slinging your leg across his lap to straddle him beneath you. Your lips pressed against his neck – he swallowed, hard. There was nothing quite like making the big, bad Tomura Shigaraki squirm. He sputtered something incoherent and you tugged at his hair again. “Well? Use your words. If you don’t want it, I can–”

His reaction was immediate: “No! Don’t go. I’ll be good – I’ll be good!” Desperate, crimson eyes stared back at you – saturated with longing and desire. The sight brought a smirk to your lips. “Please…I wanna feel good.”

How could you refuse? 

A quick shove had him falling back onto the bed – Shigaraki watched with bated breath as you crawled on top of him. Something about your eyes – the intensity and fire of them – had him feeling weak in the knees. No one else could ever treat him like this. No one would ever earn his submission like this. Only you. Whenever you got like this, he felt like he was losing his mind. One moment you were the sweet girl he’d claimed as his own, the next you had him begging and crying for the most filthy things. The thought alone was enough to make his cock rock hard. 

You made quick work of his clothes, discarding them on the floor, then worked on your own. Tomura liked the lingerie you wore, so you kept your bra and stockings on – just for him. Sure enough – his lust-blown eyes honed in on your chest as soon as you took your shirt off. The way he licked his lips caught your attention. Fuck. His lovestruck admiration was making your body tingle. The man certainly knew how to make a girl feel special – Tomura was practically drooling at the sight of you. You wouldn’t deny it was one hell of a confidence boost. 

The tips of your fingers brushed over his cock, barely ghosting the skin with their touch. Tomura whined, bucking his hips to chase the friction in vain. You laughed. “Easy now – there’s no rush.” Oh but there was. Your lovely boyfriend was a desperate little man and you knew it. The moment you had presented yourself, Tomura was already overcome with need. Touch was a big thing for him, after all. He had developed a habit of chasing intimacy at every opportunity and you had taken it upon yourself to teach him patience. 

Some things ought to be savored. 

You pumped his cock – marveling at the sweet sounds Tomura was making. He kept one of his knuckles pressed between his teeth but it did nothing to muffle his moans. “You’re so loud,” you teased. “I love it. Go on, baby – let it out.” The smooth motion of your hand on his cock and your words of encouragement made him break his inhibitions. Gasps, groans and curses poured from his lips as he thrashed on the bed, bucking his hips into your palm. Every flick of your wrist had his inching closer to release. His cock throbbed at your touch and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at how easily you made him feel so good. Just as he was about to cum, you withdrew – holding your hands up.

“Fuck, no –” Tomura groaned out – giving you the nastiest, most desperate glare he could muster in his current state. It gave you immense satisfaction to see him reduced to a whining mess like this. “Please – let me finish,” he pleaded, struggling to catch his breath as you ran a single finger around the base of his shaft. “Please, please, please –” Wait for it… “Please, mommy, please –”

There it was. 

“Good boy, Tomura –” you praised, leaning down to lick a single, teasing strip up the side of his cock. He groaned sweetly – tossing his head back in pure bliss as you mounted his lap. “You want me to ride you, sweet boy?” You grinded your hips against him, slicking up his cock with your own juices. If he had a response ready, it died in his throat as a loud moan took its place. 

Eventually, Tomura managed to respond. “Yes, mommy, please –” 

Holy shit. You didn’t think you’d be into this so much, but hearing his broken voice beg for you to fuck him was driving you crazy. He looked so hot, biting at his bottom lip to fight the urge to moan. Hair all messed up and pupils blown wide with lust. You sank down on his cock, keeping your eyes glued to his face. His expression changed – flooding with relief as you rocked your hips. You could feel him twitching inside of you, eager for release. His hands felt lonely though. Touching you was risky, but you had a system in place for that too. As soon as you got a rhythm going, you leaned forward and pinned his hands to the mattress. He kept his palms open but allowed you to grab onto them. There was something so intimate about the gesture that had him addicted to it. Tomura could only stare up at you as you rode his cock, drinking in the sight of you. Such a beautiful and amazing creature. Unafraid of his love. He watched your body move against his – noting every curve and dip of your silhouette. The lace of your bra against your skin was so tempting – so gorgeous. The fact that you kept it on for him made his heart race. 

You had delayed his release – but it was still fast approaching. Your tightening cunt had him seeing stars and when you kissed his lips it was all over. You swallowed his cry of pleasure – feeling him shake and shudder as he emptied himself within you. Every buck of your hips was accompanied by a spurt of his seed, allowing you to ride out your own orgasm. In the end, you’d made quite a mess of his sheets, but it had been worth it. Ragged breathing filled the silence. Both yours and his. Your fingers brushed across Tomura’s palms as he came down from his high – you rolled off him, taking your place by his side. He cuddled closer and you wrapped your arms around him. 

“Bath time,” you announced. Aftercare was important too – and you both smelled like sweat.

“Just a minute –” he said. “Let me enjoy this just a little longer.”

Alright. You could agree to that – “Cuddles and then bath.”

“Deal.”

A/N: I...I don't know what to say for myself honestly. Give me a submissive man and I lose it. I know this probably isn't everyone's cup of tea, but as a notorious switch I crave control over men.

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