Tusaka Shigaraki

Shigaraki had kidnapped you almost 3 months ago and ever since then, every day he’s home, he’s been basically trying to fuck you, and he’s not subtle with it either, he told you blatantly about how and where he wants to fuck you, he’s been flirting with you and has been doing things to make you get closer to him, turning down the thermostat so you would cuddle up to him for warmth, forcefully cuddling with you at night and lately he’s been masterbating in the shower with the door cracked open so you could hear him and he would always make sure to moan loud enough for you to hear him.

Also ever since you got here, you’ve been trying to have a ‘normal’ life with what he had provided you. A nice apartment for both you and him, which he allowed you to decorate how ever you liked since he was unbelievable rich for some reason… I guess being the number one wanted villain does has its perks.

After decorating the place, it felt a little more homey, or as homey as it possibly could. Shigaraki also had an assistant that helped you get settled in when you first got here, Katsumi, but after the first month, she doesn’t really talk or come to visit you anymore, but Shigaraki makes her surveillance you when ever you leave your apartment, using her quirk to read your mind and talk to you and Shigaraki when ever she needs to telepathically. Shigaraki left for a work trip for a few days, so you had some time to yourself.

December twenty-fourth eventide was best described as a series of unfortunate events that culminated in your sexual assault.

The first problem was that Shigaraki had spent six days without sleep as he curb-stomped his way through a massive group of heroes and vigilantes in Kyoto. His efforts were entirely based on a tip that One For All could be found among them. After killing, torturing, and breaking the better part of sixty people, he had come to realize that his “Christmas present” was nowhere among them. The source of said information was long dead, but it did nothing to lift Shigaraki’s incredibly sour, sleep-deprived, sex-deprived mood.

The second problem was that no one had not been expecting his return for another twenty-four hours and certainly not in the mood as he was. Katsumi, for her part, was the first to recognize the danger it posed to the precarious living situation in the apartment. Shigaraki’s dark temper was so intense that she picked it up from fifteen kilometers away, well outside her normal range. She assaulted your phone with three voicemails, two text messages and seven missed calls in under ten minutes.

The third problem was that you were in the shower, trying to drown out life with hot water and soap. You never heard a single ring of the phone.

As you stepped out of the shower there was still water clinging to your lashes. You groped for your towel, but the bar where you left it was empty. With a frustrated huff you rubbed the water from your eyes just as a deep voice chuckled behind you.

“Are you looking for this, my dear?”

Your eyes flew open and you whipped around only to find yourself staring into your deep-seated fears. The expression on Shigaraki’s face raised every alarm bell your primordial brain could ring. His smile was strained at the edges, like old fabric that was tearing at the seams. There were deep bags under his eyes and fresh scratches on his skin. His complexion was pale, like a man who’d not bothered to eat for days. His sport coat and tie were missing. The red silk shirt he wore was unbuttoned. In his left hand was your towel.

“Merry Christ~mas,” he said in a singsong, high pitched English that reminded you of a sales associate at a department store.

You tried to leap back into the shower when a large hand caught your wrist.

“How cold… I don’t even get a “welcome home dar-ling”?”

Shigaraki looked like he was about to snap. His muscles were so tense that the grip on your arm was crushing away all the blood flow to your hand.