#yandere shigaraki tomura x reader
“I have something for you.”
Sitting up on the bed, you turned towards that disappointingly familiar voice to see Shigaraki standing in the doorway, looking incredibly pleased with himself. In his hands was a small red gift bag, complete with black tissue paper peeking out from it. Apprehension stirring in your gut, you pulled the blanket up further in what you knew to be an admittedly fruitless attempt to shield yourself from his hungry eyes.
“What is it?”
“It’s a present,” Shigaraki told you, his voice already impatient. “I picked it out special for you, so you better fucking appreciate it.”
Thankfully, you were spared from having to respond to that particular demand, as he wasted absolutely no time in stomping over to bed and shoving the bag into your arms. Slowly and carefully taking out the tissue paper piece by piece, you prayed that there weren’t remains of any ex-boyfriends or family members inside. It wouldn’t be the first time Shigaraki had tried to pass those things off as gifts, after all. So when your fingers brushed what was unmistakably fabric, you nearly sighed in relief, more than ready to force a thank you past your lips. That is, until you saw what was actually inside.
“Well? It’s perfect, right?”
Unable to take your eyes off of the disturbingly small scrap of black lace in your hands, you stayed silent, not even so much as glancing back up at Shigaraki. Frankly, you suspected that if you looked away for even a second, you would forget that the lingerie was even there, so thin and weightless was it. Although, you supposed that Shigaraki wouldn’t do you the favor of allowing you to forget. Even after spending what felt like an eternity in his hold, he had never shown you that kind of mercy, and you highly doubted that he would start now.
“Don’t just sit there,” he demanded raspingly, “try it on.”
“N—no.”
“What did you just say to me?”
“I said no,” you answered, hardly able to believe that you said it. “I’m not putting that on for you.”
“And why not?” Shigaraki asked, his voice low and quiet with a danger that could never possibly be matched by yelling.
“Be—because I’m not some doll for you to dress up and play with.”
“You’re wrong. That’s exactly what you are.”
“Even if that was true, I’m still not wearing this.”
With Shigaraki’s crimson eyes narrowing at you hazardously, you prepared yourself for what you were sure would be an utterly unparalleled tantrum. You were no stranger to those at this point, nor were you a stranger to the bruises that they usually left you with. When no screams met your ears then, you weren’t quite sure what to think. Shigaraki couldn’t be accepting your wishes this time, could he?
No, he couldn’t, you quickly realized in disappointment. He wasn’t capable of it, wasn’t able to comprehend that you were your own person with your own agency. As far as he was concerned, you existed for him alone. It should have been no surprise then, when his hands clamped down on the sweatshirt you were wearing.
The soft fabric crumbling beneath his fingertips, you watched as Shigaraki’s face stretched into a lecherous grin. When you scrambled to cover your chest, he simply grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them against the bedroom wall. With nothing left to block Shigaraki’s view, he looked just about ready to devour you whole. And when he lowered his lips to the crook of your neck, it rather felt like that too.
“You’ve got two choices here,” he snarled, pausing to nip your neck roughly. “You can put on the gift I gave you, or you can sit there and let me destroy all of your clothing until there’s absolutely nothing left.”
Cringing at the thought, you sat there in Shigaraki’s grip, wondering if your diminishing pride was really worth all of this. As much as you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving into his constant demands, if the way that he was greedily nuzzling your neck was any indication, you had a feeling that he would be pretty damn satisfied no matter what you chose.
“So what’s it gonna be?”
“I—I’ll put it on,” you mumbled, your eyes avoiding his gaze. Chuckling triumphantly, Shigaraki let go of your wrists, instead grasping your chin and forcing you to stare up into his lustful crimson eyes.
“Now that’s what I like to hear.”
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