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[thatsgrim]

Love and Lotion (Shigaraki Tomura X GN Reader Oneshot)

Prepare for the absolute fluff of this one.

[yanderenightmare]

Shigaraki Tomura

TW: NSFW, boob-fetish

fem reader

No, because in my head Tomura is all about the tits. 

All about playing with them – grabbing them and squeezing in greed but also in playful pinches and twists – even just by steadily holding them while they bounce for him – feeling their warm plushness between his fingers or in his mouth when he sucks on them. 

They’re always blooming from his suckling and left glossy with his spit – so tender and sore he has to buy you soothing gel – giddy when he’s applying it – the cool creamy lotion making your nipples bud all perky and sensitive at his touch. 

Titties are just so cute. It doesn’t matter what size. It’s the suppleness that has him hooked – and how you let out those all too kittenish mews when he handles them – those pretty little moans he feels inclined to lick off your face. 

You can wear his shirt all you like, but when he sees those sweet little nips of yours poke the fabric – as though begging for his attention – you can’t keep him from throwing you down on the bed, his hand lifting and bunching the tee up over your chest with his face already pressing kisses all over the soft mounds.

His cock in an acute response, rushing with warmth, getting chubby in his sweats – wanting to feel the doughy flesh for itself. 

They’re such precious things; it makes him pout – tapping his heavy shaft on them, watching them ripple, jiggling from the weight. 

He’s always quickest when rubbing one out on your chest. He doesn’t even need to put it in your mouth. He just spits on the tip and slides it against the pillowy feel of your bust, painting the hills with his cum short moments later.

He even has them as his screen-saver on his computer, plus his lock screen and background picture on his phone – despite it making you pout with embarrassment. And you can bet them both that he shows those pictures off to every single league member. They’re his pride and joy.

Even in chaste ways. He enjoys nuzzling them – eyes closed while cuddling them with his cheek, palming the other one in his hand – often just for fun – before falling asleep. And other times, diving beneath whatever you’re wearing just to hold one of the two – simply for peace of mind. Rubbing your little nipple absentmindedly, with his controller held lazily in the other hand, playing whatever easy game he’s rounded for the umpteenth try in his downtime – asking you to cuddle up and give him head when the relaxation eventually sours to boredom, but always with his hand playing with your chest. 

[mamayan]

★MANNERS☆

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader x Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner)

Tomura and Spinner decide Katsuki’s lil sis needs to learn some manners. Tomura is happy to help.

TW: DARK CONTENT • NONCON (full on) • NSFW • Alcohol consumption • Forced alcohol consumption (anally) • Abuse/Manipulation • Gaslighting • Piss • Forced Enema (using beer) • Oral (M) • PIV • Rough Sex • Degradation/Humiliation • Fem! Reader • Quirkless/College AU • Not proof read!

A/N: Don’t come for me, I had a dream and needed to get it out lol

“Man don’t fuckin’—! Shit! Go left! Go fuckin’ left dammit’! NO! Fuck!” The controller went sailing across the room, hitting drywall and knocking down a corner of a poorly taped up poster near the stairwell.

“Hey dickwad, watch the fuckin’ face,” Dry eyes, bloodshot from staring at the tv all night, looked up.

You looked pissed, hair messy and face and clothing crumpled like you’d just rolled out of bed.

“It three in the morning you shitheads, shut up!” Your screech was akin to a pterodactyl, eyes blazing with fury as you pointed a manicured finger at all of them. “I have class in the morning! Shut this shit off and go to bed.” Like the whirlwind you appeared as, you were gone, stomping loudly up the cheap wooden stairs leading up from the basement smelling of stale beer and weed.

“What a—,”

“Cunt.” Tomura finished, looking at his friend with a roll of his eyes.

“She always such a bitch?” Tomura asks, curiously looking up at your ass as you slam the door shut behind you.

Shuichi looked awkward, “She’s his lil sis, so yeah, kind of always a bitch.”

“No shit? She’s firecracker’s sister?” Tomura looked shocked by the information before scoffing. “Makes sense then,” he’s back to focusing on the game, and the two resume their shouting contest at the tv.

They don’t know they’d be getting redecorated with kitchen condiments when they emerged from downstairs.

“Who the fuck?!” Spinner was nearly in tears, hot sauce directly in his eyes.

Tomura was oddly silent though despite standing slumped with ketchup and mayo dripping down his cheek, glaring balefully beneath his bangs as you snorted and tossed the empty bottle of mustard onto the floor. “I know shit for brains at least pays rent here, but you don’t,” you’re once again pointing a finger at him. “Listen crusty, me and my bro pay most of the mortgage, and then the other half is paid by Touya’s rich daddy and his pocket change.” Shuichi’s glare flattens a bit in fear under your icy stare as you glance at him like a bug beneath your foot. “You come over here all the damn time just to scream at the tv and lose, so do us all a favor, and stop showing your lotion needing ass around anymore.”

You leave just like that, finally feeling free from the incessant noise and nonsense as you get ready for your first class of the day, knowing your lab in the evening would be followed by a good night’s rest, finally.

Or not—

You return in the evening to another house party, furiously wondering which idiot set it up this time. Was it Katsuki or Touya? Shuichi was too much a follower and introvert to set up his own. The entire neighborhood was awake it seemed and eager to get drunk and wild, college students spilling out the seams of your home as you groan and push your way inside. Hands grab at you from all angles, only to feel the prick of your sharp nails in retaliation.

You spotted the spiky blonde hair of your idiot brother, his scowl matching your own as you confront him.

“The fuck dude?”

“Don’t fuck dude me, th’fuck’r doin’ home early?” He’s clearly intoxicated despite his stone faced demeanor, speech slurred as he sways a little. A pretty girl is looking at you with irritation for having interrupted her capture of prey.

“Put the nails away Babezilla, he’s my fuckin’ brother,” you sneer, rolling your eyes as you level him with a new found glare from the depths of hell.

“Everyone better be out before midnight or I’m lighting this shit on fire and claiming the insurance on the house and your body.”

“D’you take out insurance on my fuckin’ life?”

“Fuck around and find out.” With that you leave, Katsuki’s stunned face slowly morphing into one of rage as he screams out after you, held back by the girl half his size holding on to him like a desperate dog owner to their hound who smells blood.

Unbeknownst to you, you’re being watched. Carefully. As you sashay around the dirty house party, despite your terrible attitude, telling people what time to leave.

“I think she needs to learn a lesson in manners.” Shuichi glances over at Tomura, watching the young male scratch as his neck till red begins to pull up and spill. The crimson against his almost grayish skin looks ghastly.

“Y-yeah man…” something about the violent look in those garnet eyes makes him nervous.

“Go tell her I’m trying to take a piss on her bed.”

“Dude what? Why would I do that?” Shuichi looks stunned, making a face of pure confusion and revulsion. “That’s fuckin’ gross.” He receives an eye roll, chuckling beneath his breath.

“Just do it Spinner, remember where her room is?” Tomura points out, cocking a brow as if the purple haired male would catch on. He doesn’t, but Shuichi doesn’t want to admit so, nodding with a look of hesitation. “What exactly are you going to do when she gets up there?”

“Remember? A lesson in manners of course.”

Tomura happily grabs a freely left out six pack of beer, the glass long bottles cool and still dripping perspiration as they heat up in the room filled with liquored up sweaty bodies. The paper handle carefully balancing the weight of each one as he strolls up stairs, finishing his own drink of mixed hard liquors that still haven’t hit his system fully yet. Your room is on the third floor, more of a loft than anything, where you’d had a wall and door built to block out noise and add privacy. You have the most sound proof room in the house, the most secluded room in the house, and the most secure room in the house. Your brother made sure of it, throwing up extra locks as you insisted on getting a house with him near campus. Tomura is happy he found this information out through Shuichi, using his gaming friend to siphon out everything there is to know about you.

Despite your mean attitude, you’re quite the good friend. Well liked and adored on campus, pretty girl with a cute smile when you chose to use it. His own lips crack as they pull up into a grin, easily finding your room and closing the door. A normal bedroom, nothing special, with cute added decorations here and there as well as your books and study supplies left on your desk and bedside table. Tomura leaves the beer on your desk, finishing his drink and throwing the plastic red cup to the floor as he grunts and unzips his pants, freeing his limp chub as he steps up onto your bed.

He wasn’t kidding. He pissed all over your cute stuffed animals, pillows and blankets, releasing his foul pent up urine where you sleep.

“Ah fuck,” he groans, head falling back as he relaxes and fully empties his bladder just as the door slams open and you enter.

“No fuckin’ way— YOU SICK FUCKIN’ ANIMAL! THAT’S DISGUSTING!” Your shriek falls on deaf ears, the party drowning out your screeching perfectly. He doesn’t even turn his body, only his head as he looks down at your seething face with a lopsided grin.

“Aw, decided to join the fun now, Princess?” His scratchy rough voice isn’t slurred in the least, and it doesn’t take a lot to guess he’s mostly sober. Tomura shakes his cock a few times, making sure every drop hit your now soaked bed, before pulling up his boxers alone.

“Lock the door Spin.” He orders casually, and the ever eager Shuichi obeys, eyes wide in shock because Tomura really did it. He’s almost impressed, feeling something in his chest swell to see you so upset. All the times you’d mocked him as a loser who couldn’t afford to pay rent… it was true but that was besides the point.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing shit for brains?!” Shuichi flinched when you reeled on him now, but he held his ground as Tomura hopped to the floor, dropping his pants entirely now and kicking them off. It was comical the look on your face, eyes going wide and a hint of fear tinting your features before you masked it with rage. “You want to die or something? My brother will—,”

“Your brother is getting his cock gobbled like a turkey on Thanksgiving by the bitch I paid to do it. He’s not doing shit else tonight.” Tomura’s smile is vile, white teeth offset by his pale sickly skin as he chuckles, removing his shirt next.

The marks on his body can only be from some sort of self harm, scratch marks everywhere, scabs covering a majority.

“I’ve always liked your nails.” He starts, slowly backing you into Shuichi who seems more nervous than you at this point. Your glare is still in place, defiant pretty eyes sparked with emotion he’s dying to extinguish. “You’re wearing makeup today too.” He notes gleefully, and the way his face lights up almost childishly sends chills down your spine. A blaring red alarm is sounding as you realize his intentions aren’t just to vandalize your room.

“Tomura stop this right now—hck!?” It catches everyone but him off guard when he slaps you across the face, sending you to the floor as you gaze dazedly at your carpet for a moment.

“Shut the fuck up,” he sneers, rolling his eyes as you cough and sputter for a second. It’s the only second he needs to grab a fistful of your hair and haul you up, dragging you to your desk and swiping everything off and onto the floor to smash your face to the table. “You always scream and yell. It’s annoying how you always run your mouth slut.”

“Stop—! I’ll really scream! HELP! SOMEO—mhm!” He doesn’t hesitate to lift your head and slam it as hard as he can onto the table, effectively and violently silencing you.

“Holy shit dude—,” Shuichi halts when Tomura levels him with a glare. His eyes drop to you, even more rocked and dazed as a few tears leak down your cheeks.

“Since you like screaming so much…” he’s scratching as his neck with his free hand, cracking his knuckles after and dropping his hand to the waist band of your leggings. Your ears still ring from the blow, allowing him to easily pull your pants and underwear down to expose your lower half. He only pulls it down halfway, exposing your cunt and bare ass.

“Hey man, maybe we should stop…” Shuichi takes another step forward, eyes nervously looking at your exposed skin and limp figure against your desk.

“Nah, this bitch is getting a lesson taught tonight.” Tomura nods for Shuichi to come closer, his friend awkwardly shuffling closer. “Hold her arms behind her back and her face down.” Tomura helps grab both of your wrists, twisting them behind your back and pressing them down. He ignores your whimper, letting Shuichi hold you down now so he could free both hands.

Shuichi simply watches as Tomura grabs a beer, biting the cap off and spitting it on the floor as he saunters closer. Taking a few swigs, he grins and crouches down behind you, laughing as you flinch away from his hand on your ass.

“P-please stop—hii!” He only answers with a sharp slap to your ass and a giggle, deforming the soft doughy flesh with his hand and nails sinking in. Spreading one cheek wide, Tomura brings the lip of the bottle to the tight rosebud of your back entrance.

“Holy shit—,”

“No! No please!”

He ignores you and Shuichi, pressing forward and breaching your ass with the bottle and delighting in the squeal you make, legs going taunt and straight as the desk and Shuichi’s grip prevents you from going anywhere as he sinks about three inches of the bottle neck inside your ass.

“Bottoms up, bitch.” Tomura laughs, tilting the bottle up and watching the liquid begin to bubble and pop, disappearing inside of you as you groan and writhe for freedom, panic and tears painting your face. Keeping the bottle in place as he forces the beer inside you, Tomura leans up and over to lick the smearing mascara running down your cheek. The salt and chalky taste making his cock swell up into a tent in his boxers.

“Fuck man, is this even okay? I-I don’t wanna go to jail or some shit,”

“You won’t. She won’t say a thing.”

“W-why?”

“Look at her cunt.”

It didn’t matter how much you cried or babbled out pleas, the slick literally dripping from your cunt to the floor in a slimy along your thighs was undeniable.

“Get your phone out and record.” They switch places so Shuichi can do as he’s told, Tomura holding you down much more roughly now.

Shuichi finds it hard to swallow as he digs past his own hard cock to grab his phone out, shakily opening up the camera and hitting film. He doesn’t need to be told to set up facing the scene, using a book shelf on the other end of the room as a stand. He takes his position again holding you, Tomura once more free to do as he pleased.

When the bottle is empty, Tomura pulls it free roughly from your stinging ass with an audible pop.

“Looks like you still got room, hm?”

“Oh god, please, Tomura stop,” your sniffling and little whines don’t soften his heart as he bites another cap off, leaning his own face against the desk to keep the contact as he pressed the new bottle inside your ass. The cool glass contrasted against your warming insides, the feeling of being full hard not to focus on as the alcohol slowly heated you. The liquid goes in faster as he tips it up high, forcing you on your tip toes to avoid tearing your poor hole as he gleefully watches the horror and humiliation on your features.

“Little butt chugging bitch likes having her ass played with huh?” Tomura teases, playfully pressing the now empty bottle in and out of your sore hole, enjoying the tiny wail you release.

“Yeah you like it.”

“I-I don’t—!” He doesn’t care to listen as he fucks you with the glass bottle head, sitting up to watch your hole take it as his cock twitches and soaked his boxers with pre-cum.

“S-shit man I’needa’,” Shuichi feels his mind go blank, pressing his denim clothed cock against your outer thigh and rutting his hips against it like a dog. Tomura snickers watching his friend blow his load in his pants, not seeing the hypocrisy when he does the same not a moment later watching you whimper and take another bottle.

He stops as three, yanking his boxers down and pressing his uncut cock-head right up against your tight hole and releasing before he can even enter.

“Shit,” he moans, pressing Shuichi out of the way to pin your body with his own weight as he rubs against your ass with his release coating your skin. “Holding all that liquid must hurt, huh?” He huffs against your neck, sucking on the skin and breaking the capillaries when he bites down hard enough to draw blood.

Your scream echoes around the room, the floor vibrating as the party downstairs rages on without a clue to your plight.

You groan at Tomura wiggles his full weight on you, your lower belly feeling like it may burst any moment, panic settling into your gut.

“I-I need to p-pee…” Tomura moans, rocking his hardening cock against you while you struggle beneath him.

“Pee then,” he grunts, focusing on rubbing against your sloppy pussy, “So fuckin’ wet. You been wantin’ this?”

“Hey man…” Shuichi had decided to join his friend in stripping to his boxers, no longer pretending to have a moral compass as he stroked his own cock to the sight before him.

“Yeah I gotcha,” Tomura easily stands and brings you up, still restrained with his hands as he drags to the bathroom attached to your room. Shuichi follows, stunned when Tomura just drops you to the floor and presses a foot on your lower abdomen.

“S’too much, please,” you writhe like a bug, Shuichi’s eyes watching as you try and get away only to be pinned harder with Tomura’s foot.

The liquid stored inside you has no where else to go but out.

“Fuckin’ nasty bitch, shit,” Tomura watches in fascination as the liquid spills out, only beer coming out as you sob and lay on the tile. Despite his words he works his cock to the sight. “Cheap enema.” He notes, grabbing your wrist and hauling you to the shower. “Turn it on Spin,” dragging your poor figure into the shower and stripping you down naked. The water is freezing at first, your flinches and pathetic pleas as Tomura dumps soap over your head and body ignored. He uses the detachable shower head to wash you like an animal, roughly soaping you up and spraying you off, careless about nearly drowning you as he washes your face a little.

He does a poor job, but you’re somewhat clean, makeup still smeared lightly on your face as your dragged out dripping wet back into your bedroom.

He doesn’t hesitate to throw you on your bed.

“Fuckin’ gross man…” Shuichi frowns, but he doesn’t hesitate to grab you despite the scent of urine turning him off slightly.

You fight now though, wildly flailing limbs struggling as you scream and wail for anyone to hear you. No one does, as Tomura shamelessly climbs into the bed with you, boxers gone and completely naked as he helps Shuichi press you to your hands and knees. Tomura positioned behind you and Shuichi by your face.

“Please… I-I’m sorry…” they pause, your voice so tiny they barely heard it.

“Speak up, whore, we can’t hear you.” Tomura yanks your face up by your hair, your neck twisting painfully back as you sob.

“I’m sorry!”

“For what?!” Tomura sneers, using your head like a joystick and rattling you around.

“F-for saying mean things, a-and throwing food o-on you…”

“That all?” He asks, cock pressed up against the entrance to your cunt threateningly.

“P-please Tomura… Shuichi…”

“Since you’re begging,” Tomura laughs, surging his hips forward and shoving his cock into your warm tight cunt. You release a silent scream this time, choking on air as his cock fills you this time, each thick inch drilling into you as he starts wildly bucking into you with little regard to your pleasure.

“Fuck her face Spin,” Tomura grunts, drawing blood on your ass as his nails bite in, fucking hard up into your pussy, soft mushroom tip unsheathing and kissing up against your cervix.

“R-right…” Shuichi feels guilty seeing your tear streaked face, wet hair clinging to your skin and watery eyes looking at him for mercy. It doesn’t stop him from cupping your jaw and lifting your head up to press his cock against your lips.

Tomura lands a sharp hit to your rear, moaning as you tighten at the bolt of pain it caused. “Better suck him good, or I’ll let him have your ass.” That seems to motivate you, soft lips parting open and accepting Shuichi’s much thicker cock into your mouth. Shuichi unexpectedly had the biggest cock you’d ever seen, the reddish tip and veiny shaft intimidating as you do your best to lick and suck despite the sweaty sour odor clinging to him.

“That’s not how sluts suck cock, is it?” Tomura growls, forcing your head forward on the hesitant Shuichi’s cock and gagging you while the purple haired man moans. “O-oh fuck!” He grips your face from the front while Tomura fucks you rough and hard from behind. “That’s it Princess! Nice and deep!” Tomura cackles, focusing back on railing you senseless while Shuichi finally snaps and face fucks you properly.

“So good—fuck, your mouth is so warm,” he’s nearly in tears himself as he feels his tip slip into your tight throat, eyes rolling back as he works his hips now, watching drool and tears mix around your mouth and drop down onto his balls as they smack your chin. “A-almost done, almost done,” he moans, loving how your oxygen deprived mind slackens your jaw more so he can slip even deeper, your tongue licking at a vein under his shaft every thrust. “So fuckin’ good wh-when you shut up, heh,” he’s delirious on pleasure, loving the submissive look in your eyes as they gaze up pleadingly at him. “Cute when this mouth is used for something productive.” Shuichi laughs breathlessly, balls drawing up tight as he finally spills down your throat. “Fuck! Swallow! Swallow it all—!” His face and body scrunch up, nearly doubling over as he presses your nose against his pelvis and comes down your throat.

You black out. Limp figure gurgling on hot spunk spilling down your face as you drop to the soaked bed while Tomura supports your lower half up to keep fucking you. Your eyes barely open as the room spins, cunt clamping down like a vice on Tomura’s cock when he uses one hand to half heartedly rub at your swollen clit.

“Shit, gonna bite my dick off,” he moans despite the almost uncomfortable tightness, working your pussy up further as you spasm and soak his lower half, eyes rolling back. “Ah fuck, that’s it bitch, make a mess!” Tomura nearly whines, hips becoming jerky as you milk him for all he’s worth, his cum finally spilling inside you now.

“Bet you ain’t on birth control huh? Gonna knock you up whore.” He grunts, trying to fuck his spend back into you with his softening cock, overstimulating himself as he moans and whimpers against your back.

When he pulls out, a string of sticky fluids connect his cock to your pussy even when he’s completely out of you. He watches with a grin as his white cum dribbles out of your used hole. “Look at that. You do have some potential after all. At least for a cock sleeve that is.” He snickers, leaving you in a heap on your bed as he and Shuichi start to dress, grabbing the phone and coming back to film the aftermath.

“Say a word and I’ll send this to everyone. Do you hear me?” He doubts you really do, the fucked out look on your face making you appear stupid as you numbly nod a little. “Now say ‘Thank you Tomura and Spinner, for using my slutty holes’.” Tears leak freely as you stutter, “Th-thank you T-Tomura a-and Spinner…for u-using my s-slutty holes…”

“Good girl. I knew we could teach you some manners.” He grins, eyes crinkling around the edges darkly as he stares at your used figure still trembling and dripping cum.

“Let’s go, I’m in the mood to game a lil,” Tomura comments, wiping his cock with your panties and stuffing them in his back pocket as he buttons and zips up his fly. Shuichi follows, nodding as he dresses and fixes his clothes, eyes not leaving you though.

“Don’t worry. We can use her again later. I still got a few more brews.” Tomura chuckles, lifting the half empty pack up.

You wake in a panic, blood pumping fast and heart pounding. Your room is as you left it, eyes scanning your clean and un-pissed in bed and sheets. Your body is clean besides a sheen of sweat coating you, hands trembling as you dip a finger into your panties to find yourself soaking wet.

Did you have a wet dream about those two losers?

As if…

You found sleep was hard to come by as you kept imagining.

Dividers/@cafekitsune

[jayburdxx]

Take Care.

Shigaraki x GN reader

CWs: pure fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint, swearing, blue hair shiggy, romanticizing a healthy skincare routine

Rating: E for everyone

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You joined the league later than the rest, but you held a very important role there - a medic. Despite your label as a healer, though, you were no less of an asset to the team as the rest of the members. You just had a certain.. fire in you. Brave, loyal, and fierce, but so gentle when you were tending to your team's wounds.

You tried to be the most gentle with your boss, Tomura Shigaraki.

He was.. tough to treat. He was avoidant of your touch. Scared of it, it seemed. Even the cold hearted Dabi let you wrap up gashes on his arms without much fight, but Tomura always flinched and tensed the rare times he accepted your assitance. The first few months of your presence, this was the case. But you didn't give up. That was something he liked about you. Your determination. He was still tense and twitchy, but slowly, he became much more agreeable with your care. Recently, he's even been putting aside Father to show you his face.

Today was rough for him. The stress of the last failed plan was tearing at him, and you could tell by the way he was scratching his skin raw. You were saddened everytime you watched his skin flake and trickles of blood fall from his scratch marks thoughout the day. But now that night was falling, you had managed to convince your stubborn boss to sit across from you in your makeshift medical bay in the base, the others not disturbing you.

"Your skin's been getting worse."

Father rested beside him on the metal table. You heard him grumble at your remark, followed by the sound of more itching.

You emerged from the bag you were rooting through, producing bandages and a small tube of cream. You stood and walked towards him with the tube and gauze in hand.

"I got my hands on something that'll help, though. the dryness and the itching."

"..Really?"

"Yes, really. It's just some carmine lotion, so it isn't too strong, but it should still help a lot."

Tomura eyed the tube curiously while you put it down beside him and reached for the alcohol wipes on your side table.

"This'll sting for a second."

You spoke softly once you brought the wipe to his neck and gently brushed his wounds. You felt him jolt and heard a small wince from him, but nothing more. It must have been a sensitive area. He avoided making eye contact. But that was quite usual for him, at least when it came to you. You applied the pads where they were needed and wrapped the gauze snugly around his neck to keep them in place.

"This should keep you from opening the scabs back up.."

You picked up the tube and unscrewed the cap, looking up at Shigaraki before you made your next move. It startled him when you looked into his eyes like that. Your eyes were so gentle, so different from how they looked in action. It always makes his heart skip a beat when they meet.

"Do you want to apply it yourself or should I?"

He took a moment locked onto your eyes, then he looked away and shrugged.

"You're the doctor here."

He tried to relieve some of his nervous tension by scratching, but he quickly put his hand back down when he remembered you had just covered those spots.

You smiled in acknowledgement. A very small smile, but a smile. He liked your smile. He couldn't place why. You squeezed some of the substance into your hands and reached for Shigaraki's face, but stopped.

".. It's okay if I touch you?"

He froze for moment. You had let him know beforehand so he wasn't startled, sure, but you had never explicity asked permission to touch him before. No one had. Maybe you could see how tense he was. Maybe you knew he didn't like to show his face, let alone have it touched. But whatever the reason, it made his breath hitch in his throat and a very brief, sharp wave of something foreign washing through his chest. The fact you cared enough to take his comfort into consideration. Of course, you were a doctor, that was your job.. but the way you had done it.. it was like you *valued* his comfort. His feelings.

He slowly nodded, closing his eyes and tensing in nervous antitipation. And your hands went to work on his cheeks first. Shigaraki could feel his heart fluttering. Your hands were warm, soft, and so, so gentle.. and gradually, he relaxed with a small exhale through his nose as he realized it was okay. As your warm fingers glided over his dry skin, he felt like he was in heaven. It had been so long since he felt such a careful touch. He hated that he liked this so much. The healing ointment your hands left behind made his skin tingle in a strangely nostalgic way. He could very vaguely remember this feeling, when his mother would apply his medications every morning as a child.. but before he could fully recall the memory, you stopped. He opened his eyes to find you with a worried expression. He realised he had been breathing quite heavily and shakily and was leaning into your touch.

"You ok? How does it feel?"

".. Better."

You smiled again, bigger this time. A smile of accomplishment.

"Good."

Then you took your hands away, and his skin was cold again. It disappointed him. He felt the urge to grab your wrists and place your soft palms back onto his cheeks. He could've stayed like that forever..

You glanced down at his hands, partially covered by the artist gloves you had given him to wear so he wasn't accidentally destroying things left and right. Then you looked back up at him.

"It's bad on your hands too, isn't it..?"

The mention of his hands made him twitch. He didn't want you touching his hands. He'd hurt you. He didn't want to hurt you

His face twisted.

"Why do you care so much anyway? I can do my job perfectly fine without all this fucking pampering."

He tried to scratch again, but grunted in frustration when he realised yet again he couldn't access his neck. His sudden biting words caught you a bit off guard, but you weren't phased. Shigaraki was unpredictable by nature, prone to tantrums and lashing out. You took a moment thinking about how to phrase your answer.

"Because you're my boss.. and my freind. And I care about you. And I don't like to watch you hurt yourself."

Your tone was both sincere and matter-of-fact. You weren't bothered by his sudden outburst at all. You never were. It frustrated him. No matter how much he tries to drive you away, you never fucking budge. But, deep inside, it made him love you all the more. he thought, and then he sighed.

"Why?"

"Mm.. I don't know. It's not like I can help it."

There was a tense silence for a moment as he bored his ruby eyes into you. Then he looked away. He always relented under your stare.

"... Fine..."

He grumbled his words, but he took his gloves off. You perked up. He refused to look at you, but he was still complying, and that's all you cared about. Really, he just wanted more of your touch, no matter what he had to do to get it.

"It's like you have a death wish."

"I'll be careful."

You reached for one of his hands, and carefully began massaging in the ointment. You took the opprtunity to explore. Running your fingers along all his callouses, finding spots his muscles knotted and gently pressing them. His nails were overgrown and jagged, and you thought about offering to cut them later. You noticed his fingers jerked away from you when your own got too close, even though he kept his pinkie curled up so all 5 couldn't touch you anyway.

You did the same to his other hand. By the time you were done... you noticed he was completely relaxed. Slouched on the table, head on his free hand, eyes half closed. Still alert.. but calm. The calmest you've ever seen him, actually. He hadn't gone to scratch once. You felt a little bad having to tell him it was now 2 in the morning and you both needed to get some rest.

"It's getting late. I should be heading to bed soon, tomorrow's another big day, remember?"

He jolted up from your sudden voice. He grunted softly in response, already missing your hands on his skin.

"It takes a few hours to fully soak in, so I reccomend you put it on after you shower."

He hid the extent of his dissapointment that you were implying this was only a one time thing, but you still noticed. You weren't stupid. Tomura Shigaraki, the symbol of fear, had practically been putty in your hands for the past hour.

".. You can always come to me if you need help applying it, though.. and make sure you're in here tomorrow so i can redress your bandages."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile after you turned away.

He could get used to this..

[blues824]

Can I request The Remarried Empress's cast reacting to a Fem!Reader who has the ability to turn into a monstrous werewolf. She's very much in control of herself, she just happens to be a bit more voracious when she's in that form so as long as she's adequately fed everything's fine.

She rebuffs the Emperor's attempts to make her his mistress, she dodges all of Rashta's attempts to interact, she greets Her Majesty The Empress with the respect deserved of someone with her status, she's cordial around Heinrey, she cares little for Ergi and his schemes.

One day, two strange men appear in the palace; one is badly burnt with his skin stapled together and the other wears a hand on his face. Reader beams and cries for them in joy, giving the man with hands a kiss on his concealed face and the burnt man a sweet kiss on his mismatched lips.

She turns and thanks Her Majesty The Empress for letting her stay before going back to the men as a black portal opens up behind them. A man seemingly made of smoke with glowing yellow eyes stands there, giving those so gracious to give Reader shelter a grateful bow.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress."

With that, it's time to go home.

(I don't know what I'm doing anymore, I haven't slept in awhile; sorry)

This is actually awesome. I love writing for the Remarried Empress, and I love a good crossover

Sovieshu

You were an empress of a distant land that you would constantly tell stories of, and he knew that you being his mistress would not only get him more power, but he did genuinely love you. You, however, despised the idea of being with him. Plus, what he didn’t know was that you were already married.

Then, at Navier’s New Year’s Eve Party, you were hanging around the food table since you were starving. A lycanthrope’s gotta eat. Then, there was a sudden mist that filled the room. He pulled you behind him to make sure that you were out of harm’s way, but was confused when your eyes lit up in joy. 

Out of the mist, three men appeared, two of which seemed very angry at Sovieshu while no one could tell what the third was thinking. You ran up to the first two, and they each wrapped their arms around you.

Once the mist cleared, Sovieshu saw them clearly. One guy was made out of mist, one needed some lotion and had a hand on his face, and the last one had purple scars and staples. You placed a kiss on the cheek of the man with the hand on his face, and placed a kiss on the lips of the man with the purple scars. Oh, the Emperor was angry. 

Then, you went over to Navier to give her a hug and thank her for the shelter. Kurogiri, the mist man, cleared his throat so that he could give a short speech of thanks to those who gave his Empress proper care.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress."

His Imperial Majesty’s heart shattered as he saw you walking with your husbands (he saw the rings) and butler back through the portal so that you could go home. Before you went through, you sent him a death glare just so he would be thinking about it for years as the last thing you ‘said’ to him.

Rashta

You tried to stay away from her because you were angry at her. If you could, you would wolf out and devour her without a second thought, but you knew that it would only cause stress for Navier. Thus, you refrained… you were tempted multiple times, though.

She was absolutely disgusted at how you continued to wolf (get it?) down the food from the banquet table at the New Year’s Party. However, a mysterious fog started filling the room and a portal started to open. She was about to go to Sovieshu to protect you, but the Emperor had pulled you behind him instead.

Three men appeared out of the mist, and two of them seemed shocked that you were behind His Imperial Majesty, and the other was the one who made the portal. You pushed Sovieshu aside and went up to place a bunch of kisses on the first two guys, and Rashta was so surprised.

The mystery men were repulsive, to say the least. One had a literal hand on his face and looked as though he was being held together by the visible staples. The misty guy was very cordial as he gave you a hug. He whispered something in your ear, and you gave a nod.

You then went over to Navier to hug and thank her for her generous hospitality. You, however, ignored Rashta as well as His Imperial Majesty as you accepted the hands of your (presumed) husbands and walked through the portal.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress,” Kurogiri said, then walked through the portal behind you.

The young mistress watched as her ‘husband’ sank to the ground in despair, and her feelings of anger and jealousy grew. You had no right to march into their lives and steal the heart of the Emperor that was originally hers. But, you left without a trace.

Navier

Since the two of you were Empresses, you two understood each other, and it blossomed into a great friendship between the two of you. You understood her anger towards Sovieshu, and she was often there to comfort you when her husband wouldn’t stop with his unwanted advances towards you.

She also knew that you were a werewolf, and didn’t judge you for it. You had control over your ‘quirk’, so she needn’t worry about it. Because of this, she didn’t judge you when you stuck to the food table at the Party. But she did hold on to you when mist started filling the room.

Three people emerged from the fog, and you let out a squeal of excitement as you ran into the arms of two of the people. One had a hand on their face and you placed a kiss on their cheek, while the other had visible scars and staples and you placed a kiss on his lips.

While Navier could not tell how the mist guy or the guy with the hand were reacting to this situation, she guessed that their reaction was something akin to the scar man: relieved to have you back. Did this mean you would have to leave?

You walked back over to her, and you gave her a hug and a thank you for the generosity and kindness that she had shown you during your time in the Eastern Empire. You bid her a final farewell as you placed your hands in your lovers’ and walked through the portal back to your Empire.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress,” Kurogiri concluded, and then proceeded to follow you through the portal and close it.

So that was it… Her husband’s heart shattered, and she could see that Rashta was angry that you stole Sovieshu’s heart, but you were a good friend. A friend that she could actually connect with on a deeper level. Now, she would have to hold it all in again.

Heinrey

He had the chance to meet you at the party, and you were very friendly and cordial towards him. This is where you told him that you already knew of him being a bird since your werewolf side gave you a very animalistic sense of smell.

Mans felt exposed, but it wasn’t your fault. Your powers made you discover his secret, but you promised to keep it so that his plan to get with Navier wouldn’t be thrown out of the window. You even introduced him to the Empress as a sign of goodwill. However, the room started filling with mist.

Two men stepped out of a portal, but there was a man on the other side. They called your name, and you let out tears of happiness as you ran into their awaiting arms. The atmosphere made it feel like they hadn’t seen you in years, maybe decades.

Heinrey didn’t pay too much attention to the mens’ appearances, but rather how you walked up to His Queen to hug her and thank her for all the things she has done for you. This allowed him to get a grasp on how kind Her Imperial Majesty truly was, and he was more in love with Navier.

Then, you held Shigaraki’s and Dabi’s hands as they led you through the portal, completing their mission to rescue their bride. The misty figure lingered on the other side, and he cleared his throat to start speaking.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress,” Kurogiri said, then closed the portal.

As Sovieshu had a mental breakdown, Heinrey went to see if Navier was alright. She seemed a bit saddened, so he extended his arm out to her for her to take and seek comfort in. It was a heartwarming gesture for him to do, and he would have to write you a letter somehow for helping him get W rizz.

Kosair

He heard of you through his younger sister because she took you in after finding you in the garden, and he found you very intriguing. So, he stopped by for a short visit and he fell for you so hard and fast. However, you were quick to end it because you had two husbands.

It was as he was strolling with you in said garden that a mist started enveloping the area. He gently pushed you behind him so that he could defend you from whatever was going to appear, but that was no use because your lovers saw him touch you.

If you hadn’t been there to stop Dabi from roasting Kosair alive and Shigaraki from turning him into dust, Navier’s older brother would no longer be alive. You quickly went to your husbands and showered their faces in gentle kisses.

Kosair was heartbroken. He saw the rings upon each of your fingers, and an overwhelming feeling of sadness and emptiness overcame him. You then looked over at him, and walked over to place a kiss upon his cheek as well.

Your General and Lieutenant led you back home through the portal, when the eldest Trovi sibling noticed Kurogiri on the other side. He was a very scary figure, but Kosair felt oddly at-ease. There was no need for any guarding.

"On behalf of the Grand Commander Tomura Shigaraki of the Paranormal Liberation Front and his Lieutenant Dabi of the Violet Regiment, I, Kurogiri, thank you for taking care of our lady, Your Majesty The Empress,” Kurogiri said, then closed the portal.Oh, but what you didn’t know is that Kosair never stopped thinking about you. He couldn’t. You were the first person he ever fell in love with, and you left him. He hoped you were happy, though, back at your old Empire.

[fictionkinfessions]

I'm not crispy, I'm not crunchy, I'm not unwashed, I don't need any fucking moisturizer. My skin is part of my quirk, I can't just fucking slap some cerave on my eyes and call it good. It's chronic. It's mine. It's wrinkled and puckered and looks strange and I don't fucking care.

If I see one more lotion joke at the expense of me or Dabi's looks, I'm going to start manifesting in houses. Someone tell the bnha fandom that they aren't quirky or silly for making the same fucking joke everyone else has already. They're just being ableist and insulting.

Related; Fanart also needs to stop de-wrinkling me. It's like it's impossible for someone who's physically affected by their quirk to still be sexy, wrinkles, scars, textures and all to my "fans". No wonder none of these posers give a shit about Spinner. My mutations are /light/, and I still get sanitized and dumbed down to be made more digestible.

I'm not someone people can just chop up and take the parts they like away, I'm a whole person. I like my wrinkles, I like my eyes, I like my scratched neck and wrists. Stop erasing parts of me just because they aren't pretty. I don't get off on pretending to be perfect like a fucking hero.

-please tag fictive. Shigaraki Tomura.

x

[billygoat26]

MHA Spoilers ahead, proceed with caution :) (Mostly the end-ish of season 3 but some past that)

Well god fucking damnit- Why are villains always my favorites in everything...

*AhEm*

Watching MHA right now, I'm pretty sure I'm on the last episode of season 3 but- being how I am- I go on deep dives about the characters

I already knew a bit about them before actually watching the show (Like about Dabi and how Endeavor is a bitch but we all knew that lmao)

Buuuuuut still. Deep dive. My two current favorites (other than Izuku Midorya obviously) are Shoto Todoroki (shocking I know) and Tomura Shigaraki (Shigaraki Tomura? How does the order work for that...? Anyways)

First off lemme just say this thing I found on my adventure of scrolling made me respect Shigaraki even more

But taking a pause on that and going onto Todoroki- *AHEMMMMM*

THE SPORTS FESTIVAL. That's all I'm gonna say. Iykyk

Also literally any other moment with him just being either silly or badass but eh

AND NOW FOR AN AD BREAK-------------------------------------

Minetta is so me... dirty minded as fuck but the differences? I'm not a guy and I wouldn't go to such extremes lol

ALSO- the "My Hero" episode actually had me squealing like I did when Todoroki finally used his left side during the Sports Festival- FUCK YEAH DEKU, FUCK THAT MUSCLE GUY UP >:D

Anyways--------------------------------------------------------------

The problem with me going on deep dives of characters is that most of the time I get emotionally attached to them. Lemme just say if anything happens to the bois I will ugly cry and y'all will have to deal with my rants.

Shigaraki is a doofus but god- poor guy (not just his skin... bro needs some lotion but whatever). Fuck you All For One. You're a mighty bitch.

Todoroki is just...

...Anyways

Before this spirals out into more random MHA rambling bullshit, I'm gonna spare y'all and give a summary:

Shigaraki is silly and his speech is awesome, Todoroki is living up to his left side but still fairly silly.

Have a good day :)

[k7n0k0]

Read my Wattpad books for more stories like this one

Please pwetty please

First post I don’t know how to use this app pls read my books🙂🙂♥️

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"This jar is really dehydrating me" Tomura groaned to himself. "Why do I need so much and anyways, it's not like I want 7 horny monsters in the fucking basement"

He filled the jar halfway and stated it was enough. Now the hard part. Cutting himself. For 'it' to work he needed a pentagram of HIS blood. He took the knife and gently swiped it across his wrist. He had done this before. But he was 'sober' now. It felt a little strange to go back to old habits. The blood poured out and beaded up, as it slid of his skin and onto the floor.

One he made the pentagram, all the was left was to re-trace it with his sperm. But first, a teenager like him had to admire his 'fish' swimming in the jar.

"They actually move? How cool is that" he stared at a jar of his own cum.

"Wonder how it taste.."

he tasted his own. Cum.

"Uh"

He didn't want to talk about the rotten milk taste.

"So just pour it over the pentagram and trace.. Done!" He Said it excitedly.

"Now the easy parts" he mumbled to himself.

"Sprinkle cinnamon, rosemary, thyme, and add a some rose quarts by each candle." He added the rose quarts step. He wanted the monster to be loving?

"It's all ready, now finally I can get the uh, action.. I deserve" he looked proud at the mess he had created. He decided before he would start, he would grab a blanket, a towel, and a couple of other things he thought you might need for sex. And of course, grabbed lotion as lube.

End of spoiler 🤷

[helga-grinduil]

some of y’all really think deep scarring and eczema can be ‘fixed’ with lotion and drinking water huh

[mirshroom]

Hand Man!!!

[iridescentai]

Presenting: Handman

Bonus:

Edit: oh my god i forgot the mole, who am i

[after-witch]

"Tomura, your neck! Stop scratching, you're bleeding. Here just let me... let me get you something for that. It's okay, I promise. Just... don't hurt yourself, alright?"

Title: Sympathy, Tenderness [Yandere Shigaraki x Reader]

Synopsis: Do you know what you do to him? Do you know that your kind words, which would be cloying and insufferable in anyone else, make him want to do?

Word Count: 672

notes: yandere, mentions of non-con

Your words seem to shake him awake, splashing on the violent fog in his mind like some kind of antiseptic. Stinging and bright and taking his mind away from the dull ache of torn skin underneath his fingernails.

Do you know what you do to him? Do you know that your kind words, which would be cloying and insufferable in anyone else, make him want to do?

If anyone else were to pity him, he would hate them. But you, with your fluttering hands rushing to open a first aid kit that you insisted on keeping near your personal at all times, are an entirely different story.

He needs your sympathy. He needs your cooing and your soft eyes and even softer touch, when you dab at his wounds with antibacterial lotions and liquids, when you insist on pressing bandages into his skin to stop the bleeding.

He needs the way you take his hands into your own--you’re not even afraid, you don’t have to be, not when your quirk neutralizes his own.

And hell, he never thought that would be something he needed, either, that touch of yours. Gentle but firm. You know what to do and when to do it. The confidence with which you touch him stemming not just from your quirk, but from something deeper.

Your trust in him. Your loyalty to him.

Your love?

That is something to be seen. You care for him, he can pull that much for himself. But you care for everyone in the League. You’re like a soothing balm, flitting to everyone at just the right times, knowing what to say, what to do, when to back off entirely.

He’s not jealous, not in the way most people might think he might be; he has no desire to take you away from the League, locking you up like some princess in a castle all to himself. But he wants more of you than the others. He wants to be more to you than the others.

He wants you to come to him at night, to touch him with those hands lower than ever before, needy and wanton instead of selfless and giving and chaste. He wants you to press yourself against him, to give him glances in a group of others, glances that are meant for his eyes alone.

He could just take you. It wouldn’t be difficult. Your strength isn’t physical; your assets to the League are your ability to neutralize quirks with a touch, which came in handy when dealing with captives and certain types of Heroes. He could pin you down and touch you in all the ways he wanted without breaking  a sweat.

But he knows that the moment he did such a thing, the sympathy in your eyes, the gentleness that he craves, would drain away along with your trust and loyalty. You would be farther away from him than ever before. 

He can’t have that.

Instead, he’ll keep you close. He’ll let you tend to him and worry over him. And day by day, he’ll work on you. He didn’t get to where he is, he didn’t collect the League around him, by being unable to understand the motivations of others.

He doesn’t know if he can get you to love him. But he can get you to accept his advances, he thinks. It would take some time. More intimate encounters. More disapproving clucks and one-on-one missions with you at his side.

He has to be sure you won’t leave the League, once he confesses. That’s the main thing. Keep you here, keep you near, and keep you with him.

But with the way you rush back to him now, voice gentle, like he’s some wild animal caught in a trap, he knows the real answer to that worry all too well. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. You might not love him--not yet--but you were too caring about everyone in the League to just up and leave, even if you weren’t receptive to his feelings.

What is kindness, after all, if not something to be exploited for gain?

[shigarakisbabyy]

self care- tomura shigaraki x male reader

Reader can be read as a cis male or ftm, doesn’t matter. Slight manga spoilers?

Warnings: video game violence

Content: cuddling, kissing, skin care

You smiled as you gently applied lotion to Tomura’s skin, watching as it absorbed into his face. It had been a hassle to try and get him to let you even attempt skin care on him, but once you came to the compromise that he could lay down in between your legs and play video games while you worked, he had agreed. You ran your fingers through his white, fluffy hair again so none of it would get moisturizer on it.

“You having fun?” He asked, clicking away at his controller and staring intently at the TV.

“Mhm. Thank you,” You replied, your voice gently and calming.

“Is this going to be a regular thing now?” He asked.

“Hmm.. if you want it to be,”

He grunted and refocused all his attention back to the tv in front of you guys. Currently, he was playing a fantasy rpg game and was slaughtering a pack of ginormous spiders. The sounds of his weapon and the spiders screaming filled the room, the light of the tv in the dark bedroom glowing onto you both. You smiled as you looked down at him and saw how his tongue stuck out a little bit from his mouth from being so focused. He was so cute.

You ran your fingers over his cheeks, gently caressing his face. The cracks and dry spots of his skin could still be felt, but they were softer now, and were less inflamed. You hoped he would continue to let you take care of him like this, he could really use it.

He subconsciously nuzzled his face into your hands, sighing into your touch. You couldn’t help but smile as your heart swelled in your chest and the butterflies in your tummy increased tenfold.

You brought your gaze down to his neck, which had scratch marks and scars all over it. You frowned a little, knowing there was nothing you could do for it unless he stopped scratching himself so much.

“What are you thinking about?” Tomura asked, having paused his game to look up at you since he noticed you were staring.

“Just how pretty you are.” You whispered, tracing the bridge of his nose with your pinkie.

“‘M not pretty…” He complained, but he couldn’t hide his now pink-cheeks.

“Mmmm…. I think you’re the prettiest boy on the planet, love.” You laughed, holding his face in your hands again.

“That title obviously belongs to you,” He complimented back.

“Nahhh, I think you should have a trophy that says ‘tomura shigaraki, #1 prettiest boy in the world’,” You teased, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

“Then you should have a trophy that says ‘Y/N, #1 best boyfriend in the entire universe’,” He teased back.

“I guess it’s only fair,” You smiled.

He refocused back on his video game, but sat up so he was sitting between your legs now. You quickly wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder, watching him play.

You nuzzled your face into his neck and breathed his scent in, pulling him closer to your body. He let out a tiny squeak that made you chuckle and smile, and give him a soft kiss right underneath his jaw.

“The amount of butterflies I have right now should be a crime,” He laughed, turning off his game so he could focus on you.

“Awwww,” You teased, leaning to the side so you could look at him, “Are you embarrassed?”

He turned to look at you, trying to glare but he couldn’t hold back his smile.

“…no…” He whispered, looking away from you eyes.

“There’s no need to be shy baby,” You reassured, “Butterflies are normal.”

You leaned forward and captured him in a kiss, making him squeak again. As the kiss deepened he gripped onto your thigh, and made sure to only use 4 fingers. You held his other hand, gently rubbing the back of it with your thumb.

You pulled away after a minute for air, and then smiled at each other.

“If this is what’s always gonna happen after you force me to do skin care, I’ll let you do it more often,” He teased.

You smiled back and kissed him again. You couldn’t help it, he was so pretty.

[yanderenightmare]

could we get a dick headcanon post for the boys + kirishima? like what they look like, are they cut, size, smell, hair, etc. i wanna know what im dealing with when they snatch me up 👀 tysm

yandere ! BNHA thirsts

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, kinks

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

Average but proud, besides, a knife is only that unless you know which way to weaponize it. He has thick girth though, will fill you up one way if not the other, stretch you out, rip you apart if it weren't for how kind and gracious he is with his tongue between your legs beforehand. Heavy balls hung underneath, always making the loudest clapping noises when he thrusts into your heat, slapping against your clit when he has you bent over a pillow, burying himself deep inside you like a hound fucking his bitch. And all of him smells like caramel, there’s no escaping it, and he’s always so sweaty by the hands of his quirk, glistening with clear oil-like dew, not sticky, but clammy and slippery, working perfectly as added lubricant and even moisturizer to avoid chaffing and burns.

DABI- TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi’s cock is... decorated, to the point it’s hard to imagine what he looks like without the sparkling jewels. Being the god of piercings, with a Jacob’s ladder running along the underside of his cock, feeling so cruelly delicious when he strokes the length between your thighs, rubbing through the valley of your tender pussy-lips, silver ticking like cogs over your clit, making you panic from overstimulation before he’s even as much as begun the procedure of entering you. Pushing inside, same zipper-like staples messaging against your walls with delicious friction, not to mention that Prince Albert arrowhead-stud going through the tip of his knob, stabbing at your cervix each time he bottoms-out inside you. 

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

It’s a cock. Your every terrible virgin fear. Large and meaty and heavy in your palm, sluggish like a sausage. Pale ashen porcelain-like skin blushed a pretty pink towards the tip, flecked with dark-spotted moles near the base in stark contrast to the grey surrounding it, painted with swelled-thick bumpy veins that make him shudder when you push a little extra pressure into the movement of your fingertips and tongue as you lick up the purple paths. Looking like an overstuffed bratwurst, yet makes you hold your breath when fitting so cruelly delicious inside you, stretching you in all the right ways.

SHINSO HITOSHI

It hardly matters. Not that it isn't a nice dick with a puffy fluffy growth of purple hair, equally soft as the wild locks atop his head, but it hardly matters when his voice is telling you that it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt in your entire life and how you’re left with no other option but to believe him, as he strips you of all consciousness except the ability of feeling him, his divine hands and his heavenly tongue and his godly cock touching every inch of your body, staking its claim, its ownership, as though you are an offering, nothing but his little plaything, nothing but his pretty little pet, simply made to cum so sweetly around his cock each time he whispers the demand in your ear, feel his voice tickle and strangle your every nerve into submission.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

It won't stand-out amongst any other cock, except that he takes himself to get groomed just like any other responsible animal would. He likes taking care of himself, or at the very least pay someone else to do it for him. He’ll wash, let air-dry, lotion and walk around the house naked regularly, stating he needs to let his member breathe, often making you do the same, claiming how it should be natural for the two of you, as mates, to walk around in your birthday-suits, which in turn naturally leads to a lot of sex. And if things weren't abnormal enough living with the half-animal... his cock grows during his rut, not just because of his constant erection, but it becomes longer and fatter, swollen, more needy for attention, more sensitive, and cruelly more tolerant as well, having you bent over every and any service each time he feels the bottomless undeniable need to pump you full of his cum.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

With Deku’s downright jewish curls, you can imagine he was circumcised as a child for traditional beliefs. Deku grew into an eerie carbon copy of All Might. Towering height and bulging muscles, all except the bush of green hair atop his head and lining his chin and cheekbones with fine stubble, and those deceptively cute freckles adorning his cheeks. Naturally, because of this, has one of the largest cocks on the list, with a monstrous girth, being intimidating even when sleeping, a beast behind the boxer. Big bulging mushroom-shaped cockhead, looking like a hat despite the deep slit running through from top to bottom, springing up like some great lightbulb, bobbing against his navel. Heavy hung balls swinging like golfballs beneath. Neatly trimmed and styled stubble starting at his hilt, mostly dark green with hints of grey and silver sprouts, moving up his pelvis into a pretty line of long thick hairs reaching to his bellybutton, and past it into a manly growth of chest hair.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Such a pretty cock, a cock that makes your mouth water with hunger as you want to suck on it badly, want to roll his perfection over your tongue, almost animated with how perfect it looks, bobbing with a proud curve upward, smooth with not a bump nor ridge or vein in sight, just smooth kitty-soft skin, no discoloration either, just flat alabaster, looking sculpted out of porcelain, if it weren't for the trimmed bush styled and shaped like a neat precise triangle just below his pelvis, hairless balls hung like two decorative chestnuts beneath. Circumcised because of superstition regarding germs, leaving a free bulging cock-head in its foreskins absence, blushed bright pink and glossy and silken. Always smelling like freshly cut mint with how pristine his skin-care routine is, like a sacred ritual, that compelling nagging voice whispering death-threats regarding bacteria and sickness is he not to take proper care of himself.

TODOROKI SHOTO

You would expect to find a different colored bush down there, and that is exactly what’ll you’ll find as well, a cute tuft of red and white hair growing just above the base of his cock. Smelling like rich cologne, to the point where even thinking about giving it a lick sends your tongue into a curling cramping turmoil, dreading the stinging taste of aftershave burning in your mouth. But he hardly ever lets you serve him anyway... no...  during playtime it’s all about you and all the things he’s going to do to you. He’ll play with all your delicate bits, roll your nipples between cool fingertips, his breath blowing an ice-chill across your body, making you shiver and flush as warm digits come to contrast the feeling of frostbite, stroking up your skin, making it quiver in acceptance of the comfort, only to have that ripped away again as the once so comfortable warmth turns to fire licking your skin, soon to be dew-kissed with feverish steam. Where his cock remains mostly inside the confinements of his boxers right up until the very end when the entrapment has become almost painful with its straining to rip free. 

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT

Eijiro doesn't dye all his hair. Which calls for a surprising eye-catching black bush when you first see it, but the most caught-off-guard thing is when he’s holding a coarse hand with sand-textured fingers rubbing into the soft skin of your ample little hip, understating how breakable your bones are, how thin and delicate your skin is, how easily it cuts upon the right jagged rocks. He gets so frustrated when writing down hero-reports to the agency regarding whatever mission he’s at the time currently struggling with, he just needs to have his little baby-girl seated on his lap, giving him some form of comfort in the tight shape of her sweet warm cunt gushing and hugging his hard length, squeezing all the frustration out of him, until of course he hits a snag in his research, some other dead-end, where he’ll accidentally activate his quirk and have his darling clenching around something that’s now too hard and too sharp to possibly be the source of any ounce of pleasure. Well... at least they’re both suffering, right?

KAMINARI DENKI - CHARGEBOLT

Denki is a guy that likes to feel proud of what he keeps in his pants, something to look forward to showing, like a presentation, a piece of art. Styling and shaving his pubic hair into an intricate pattern that fits perfectly right alongside what swirling piece of artwork he’s inked right above his base, resembling a crown of some sorts. Then... of course, there is the special equipment... a Prince Albert piercing stud going through his tip, beneficial when igniting his quirk, sending small dozes of blitz into the deepest parts of his darling, having her spasm and choke on nothing but a little healthy dose of electricity, making her all dumb and twitchy, pussy gripping his cock like a vice sporadically with the lightning zipping through her, curling in her toes, turning her mind to nothing but a numbed-down heavy hovering blissful void, nothing but his sweet little fuck-toy.

TAMAKI AMAJIKI - SUNEATER

Thinking about sex and Amajiki, it’s hardly ever his cock that comes to mind, more his hands, and the many things he can do with those hands of his, and the many things they turn into. It’s not often you realize he’s even using his cock, unless of course you taste when he’s stuffed your mouth full of cream or if you aren't too fucked-out to feel his warmth sprout and spread through inside you when he paints your walls with wight. You’ll hardly ever have the mind to think too much of his cock, when those curving serpentine calamari ribbons of red snake around your ankles and thighs to spread you open, make a puppet out of you, winding its way inside you, suction cups being such a strange toe-curling ticklish friction on the inside, demanding you cum until you pass-out.

TOGATA MIRIO - LEMILLION

Everything about Mirio looks artificial, like a barbie ken doll. And when your eyes trail down his perfectly toned abs, it isn't strange that his cock also seems sculpted for a teenagers wettest wildest dreams. But we all know the saying...  careful what you wish for. And there is such a thing as too big, something that will be so apparent as he tries bottoming out inside you, only for you to be too shallow to fit all of his length inside, and you’ll fight panic each time he pushes a little harder, a little rougher, heart-flinching anxiety when it feels as though he’s going to press through into your womb, destroy your insides, churn your guts, rearrange your organs. But a shallow pussy is nothing a tight ass can't substitute for.

SHINDO YO - GRAND

Honestly, his pretty cock aside, it’s those hands of his that are godsend, rough-textured gravely sandpaper-like finger pads with the power to make anything they touch vibrate beneath them. To think when he presses just one single finger-print onto your clit, starting slowly with minor tremors buzzing, waking your little bead up, before boosting the frequency. Think of having his cock push into you just at the right time, just when you cum, orgasm thrust onto you like a storm, causing all your senses to bleed into one another, pussy clenching like a vice around him, gushing around his thickness in panic and euphoria at the finger-pad still being pressed harshly into your swollen screaming clit, still making it buzz, still making it pulsate and quake.

AIZAWA SHOTA - ERASERHEAD

It shouldn't come as a surprise that he doesn't trim, that he’s all natural and hairy like some other caveman, with an unkempt tuft of black hair bearding like a forest around his base, balls almost disappearing amongst the wild locks. You feel like the softest thing when sitting with his cock warming inside you, light peach-fuzz coating your skin, in great contrast to the wolf-man holding you tight. His thick brawny arms not only lined with military-muscles and battle-kissed with scars, but littered with long thick spider-leg hairs, his thighs and legs too, resembling sheep’s-wool on his chest. Not to mention that stubble on his upper-lip and and chin, the one that tickles when he kisses up your neck and pinches when sucking on the tender supple skin of your breasts and scratches with such heavenly friction against your clit when he devours you like the beast he is.

TODOROKI ENJI - ENDEAVOR

An intimidating cock, looking every bit of wrathful as the man himself, one thick pulsating purple vein running up the side, head always blushed an angry red, throbbing and demanding, looking almost eruptive like some unstable volcano. And warm, hot inside you, hotter than its supposed to be, burning on your pussy-lips and warming you from the inside-out when pushing into you, warming throughout your body, to the tips of your fingers and toes, in your head, feverish, making little beads of sweat rise like dewdrops on your skin as you pant and hold onto the cold bedsheets, anything to balance what boiling sensation is relentlessly pounding your poor little pussy, and the feeling of his equally hot grip on your hips, helping maintain your position, help you stay uprise, given you’re left nothing but a wet hot drooling mess beneath him.

YAGI TOSHINORI - ALL MIGHT

This depends... it’s nothing too mind-blowing when in his skeletal-form, though managing to hit the right spot deep inside, however... when buried inside you... he’ll morph, buff and puff up while still having you speared on his length, letting you feel it grow inside you, grow and grow with seemingly no end as your pussy starts to throb to accommodate the new beast taking residence inside, having blown up to a thick piece of muscly meat that has you stretched wide and good, wrapped around him tightly, hugging him snug like a glove, dreading with curled toes as you await the oncoming movement, the feeling of him slide out slowly only to push, stuff you full all over again, handling your body like a sleeve, nothing but a fleshlight, with his glorious unmatched strength.

AKAGURO CHIZOME - STAIN

This is a man’s cock. Looking muscly and strong as it stands rugged and straining like a toppling tower against his ripped abs that have those deep wide welting battle-scars running across them, purple veins snaking like lightning up the shaft, skin a thin type of leathery and wrinkled due to being stretched to hood his impressive size. Unmovable once erect, so very stiff and inflexible as it drives through all and everything like a drill, hitting whatever resistance it finds with force, pushing through without mercy. But his tongue is another note of blessed, flexible like some adder, thick and bumpy, rigid and alive as it winds deep inside you, drinking down your juices while sucking like a toddler does a pacifier on your budding clit, still with his red muscle resting inside you.

TIP-JAR

[liyawritesss]

Okay if you could, I would LOVE a cooking fic similar to the Bakugo, Shinsou, and Midoriya one but specifically with the LOV. Dabi, Shiggy, and my girl Toga need more love and some GOOD FOOD😫

ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡ/ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ

Pairing: Dabi (Todoroki Touya) // Toga Himiko // Shigaraki Tomura x GN!Black!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: In which you cook soul food with/for the LOV Members

Warnings: Some cursing maybe, otherwise pretty safe

A/N: I don’t typically write for Shigaraki - dude just makes me way too uncomfortable. I hope that it’s okay, though!!

Dabi (Todoroki Touya)

Kind of just….stares...awkwardly...while you’re cooking.

He’s seen you make stuff, just never said anything and never made it known he wanted to try it, possibly because of those deep-set mommy issues.

Due to very visible circumstances a lot of his nervous system is jack shit, but luckily his taste buds managed to survive, and it’s been a hot minute since he’s had a decent meal.

One day you plop a plate down in front of him - a full, like, 6 course meal made from scratch and smelling like heaven, and he gets so confused it comes out as anger.

Why would you make him something to eat? Did you view him as incapable of basic skills? Was he incompetent in your eyes?

The food stayed there for a while, he had left and so did you, he had passed buy the plate numerous times that day, breaking his composure more and more with each glance

It is only in the dead of night that you finally catch a glimpse of the scarred man finally taking a bite - the taste and flavors unfamiliar but inviting to his taste buds. 

Legend has it, he still only waits until the dead of night to eat whatever you happen to leave in the fridge as leftovers in the bar upstairs

Toga Himiko

Toga is definitely front and center in the kitchen while you’re cooking

Despite the sadistic nature of her personality, she still has some child-like innocence, and her curiosity is undoubtedly present whenever she’s watching you.

Always asking what spices you’re using, how long the greens have to cook, why are there so many eggs going into the baked mac-n-cheese

She’s actually pretty helpful, but keep her away from batters because she will do the ‘sticking her finger in every five seconds for a taste’ thing.

And she always, always, eats her fill. You get concerned at one point because she’s eating so much, but she always reassures you that if she doesn’t eat it, it’ll probably go to waste, and your food is too good to let waste away in the back of some cooler or fridge

You offered to make blood pancakes for her once and she went nuts cuz she thought you meant human blood

And while she was disappointed about the substitute being pigs blood, she wasn’t sad for too long when she saw and tasted the outcome - now its one of the only things she’ll ever eat from you.

Shigaraki Tomura

You keep him out of the kitchen when you’re in there, for obvious reasons. No one wants dead skin cells in their bacon and eggs.

Kind of thinks your love for your cultures food is irritating and stupid at times

That is, until he actually shuts the fuck up and tries it

Will not verbalize it but he actually likes it?

Food is so moist makes him wanna actually put on some lotion

Now he just kind of expects you to make him food, the entitled brat

And when you don’t he gets real fucking pissy, so much it effects the other LOV members

So to keep the peace you cook for him or whatever (it lowkey becomes a bargaining chip in your favor so lucky you for holding power over a piss baby)

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[plush-rabbit]

Peaches and Cream

Warnings: Mommy Kink, Lactation Kink

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: I,,, was not going to post this here so who knows maybe when im rested I’ll probs delete this,,, i wanted to make him cry a bit and be needier than the first one i posted

Tomura Shigaraki stands under the showerhead, warm water running down his body and making his hair stick to his skin. His body is sore, joints that ache and scream the longer that he stands with his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes closed and nostrils flaring as he tries to keep a control over his breathing. His hand pumps at his shaft, quick movements that drag as the water acts as lubricant, thin, watery strands spill from his slit and fall onto the tile where it disappears. He shudders, a shiver coursing through his body as he reaches his high, a low whimper muffled by his lips as he can feel the orgasm inch closer with every movement. He whines and bucks his hips, his grip tightening around him as he humps himself against his palm, hissing with every thrust, releasing his bottom lip to let his tongue loll out, pupils dilated as he can feel the heat course through him, burning and making him grunt your name in passionate whispers, slurring together and water slides down the bridge of his nose, dripping off the tip and onto the back of his hand and he whines, chest heaving as he moan your name, muscles clenching together and pulling taut as his right leg jerks with spasms. Thick, white discharge spills from him, spurting out as he gives himself a few more pumps, shaky and weak, watching with hazy vision as it dribbles out and splats onto the tile, mixing in with the soap suds that are fluffy white and iridescent bubbles. 

He rolls his tongue over where his teeth have indented into his skin, watching as his length bobs, jerking with every touch as he wipes himself clean. The deep red has faded into a soft pink, glistening with water and with a hesitant hand he wraps his hand over himself, whining and bucking his hips at the sensitivity. He lets out a shaky breath, toes curling as he can feel another orgasm close in on him.

A sharp knock on the door makes him hiss, wrapping his hand tighter around him. “Tomura?” You call, voice muffled by the door. “Are you okay in there, sweetheart?” His hips buck at the affectionate name. “I heard my name.”

“I need-” his voice cracks- “my towel.” He gives himself another pump, the warm water slowly turning cold and chilling down his back. “Please.”

“Of course,” you reply and he can hear your steps fade as you rummage around the room for a towel. 

He lets out a shaky breath of relief and wipes his hands away, taking a step away from the drain where the suds had pooled around and slowly disappeared. The cool water lowers his heat, makes him flaccid. The fear that he had done something makes him jittery, shaky as he turns off the water and stands in the cold for a few seconds, water dripping from the showerhead and his body in untimely rhythms that make him all too focused on one thing, missing the warning that you give and when the door opens, his name on your tongue, he yelps.

“Shit-” he shakes his head and pulls the shower curtain aside- “no, no, sorry,” he waves off your apologies and holds his hand out. “I wasn’t paying attention.” The towel is dry and fluffy, a pure white that dries his skin. He sneaks a glance at you and turns his head. “Thank you.”

You take a step closer to him and take the towel from his hands, holding it in yours as you take his face, cradling it in towel covered hands and patting him dry. You give him a soft smile as you curve your hand and dry behind his ears. 

“What made you so distracted?” You ask, wiping gently under an eye, a smile titling your lips as you see his face flush. “Lower yourself,” you mumble and he does as he’s told, letting out a breath through his nose as you dry his hair. “So?” You press further tapping him on the shoulder when you're done, moving down to his arms.

“Just,” he trails and licks at his lips, “thoughts.” He raises an arm and blinks as you take a hand and gently pat it dry, rolling the towel between each digits, bringing his hand up to your lips and pressing soft kisses against his fingertips. “You don’t have to dry me,” he mumbles, lightly tapping at the tile, water splashing softly. 

“You’re always too rough with yourself Tomura.” You drop his arm and grab at the other, the towel brushing lightly against the scarred skin, repeating the process and gently brushing your lips over the skin. “Let me take care of you, him?” Your eyes are closed, lips fluttering over his hand and he takes a deep breath, warmth pooling in his cheeks and he gives you a silent nod. “You smell so sweet,” you comment, the towel brushing over his chest, whining as you brush over his nipples. You quietly shush him, pecking above his pectorals in a calming touch, pressing the towel close to his chest, watching as his nipples bud under the soft touch. “So sensitive, too,” you croon into his neck. “Is that why you called my name?” The towel slips and you catch it around his hips, the fluffy, soft fabric tickling at the base of cock. “Did you want Mommy to take care of you?” Your breath is warm and against him, and he takes an inch of a step towards you, the towel lowering until it reaches at his thighs, softly patting at the skin. He lets out a soft whine and mumbles his words, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “I can’t hear you, baby,” you whisper, the towel around his prick, the soft cotton warming around his cock.

“Take care of me,” he mewls, bucking his hips into the towel, letting out a harsh breath as he drags himself against the towel. “Please,” he nuzzles further into you, “Mommy.”

You hum in content, running your hands down his hair, watching as the water slides down the curve of his back. “There’s my good boy,” you praise, turning your head to press a kiss against the side of his head. “Go to bed-” you pull away and grab at his hands to hold the towel in front of him- “let get something first, okay?” He nods and you watch as he wraps the towel around his waist, a small tent growing underneath. He slips out of the bathroom, a trail of water droplets marking his trail. 

He lays on the bed, head under the towel, hands shaky as they brush away the wet strand from his face, red eyes that are blown out as they stare at the ceiling, his body covered in goosebumps as he waits for your arrival. He covers his eyes with the heels of his hands, breathing heavily as his vision is taken away, toes curling as the remnants of pleasure still make his body tongle, only enhanced by your soft touch and words. His semi pulses with want, blood warming it to an uncomfortable degree, and his fingers flex, an urge to grab at himself and play with himself as he waits. His apple bobs, pink muscle slipping past his lips, heels digging into the mattress while his heart pounds away in his chest, waiting for the urge to pass, wishing that you would come here quick to take care of his itch.

“Mommy,” he whines, hands flat against him as his fingers knit into his hair. “Mommy, please,” he croaks.

“You’re so impatient, sweetheart.” Your voice fills the room and his body twitches in response. He can hear the sweet melody that is your laugh fill the room. “This is why you wait for me to help take care of you.” He sucks in a harsh breath when he feels your hand on his knee, nails poised above before spreading out, hand laying flat before twisting slightly above in a tender touch. “You always get too needy.” He hears a click and jerks. “Just cream dear,” you reply, letting your hand trail up his thigh and he lets out a raspy grasp as the tips of your finger barely graze him, a teasing touch that makes him cry and jerk a leg. “You're allowed to look, baby,” you comment, wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling his hands away from his eyes.

He looks up at you, your body adorned with a soft pink nightgown, dark magenta lace around the top of the cups that hold your breasts that threaten to spill over with the slightest touch, accented with dark magenta lace at the bottom of the gown that barely covers your clothed core. You crawl above him, straddling his hips, watching him through half-lidded eyes as you place lotion on your palms. He hisses when the cool cream touches his skin, your hands warm as they glide over him, and slowly the delicate aroma of peach wafts through the air, sweet and soft, mixed with jasmine and apples. The cream is light on his skin, seeping into his pores with every soft brush, and you lean back, his bare cock against the silk fabric of your gown. He sighs and lets his eyes flutter close, breathing growing more ragged as your hands curve around his body, cupping at his bare breasts and letting the pads of your fingers roll his pebbled nipples underneath.

A soft blush creeps up his chest, light pink that darkens the farther it travels upwards, resting along his cheeks in a candy shade of red. He opens his eyes, pupils dilated with a rim of red and he watches you with tears in his eyes, tentatively rolling his hips against you, pre-ejaculate leaking and staining the back of your gown with a small dark spot. He stops at the disapproving look, whimpering as an apology and mouths a plea. His tongue peeks out, licking at his lips and before it has a chance to return to the wet cavern, it’s caught between an index and thumb. He whines and opens his mouth, tilting his head backward and letting his eyes roll. 

“I told you to stop licking at your lips.” You kiss the tip of his tongue and smile when it flicks against you, the muscle straining to break free. “Keep your tongue out,” you command as you reach over, breasts softly bouncing in the process and he has no issue following the command, tongue raised as it tries to lick at the soft, teasing breasts that move in front of his face. When you catch his eye, he sees a tube of chapstick in hand- passion fruit.

Eyes watch as you roll the tube onto your lips, rolling your lips until satisfied and you cup his face, lowering yourself against him. You peck at his tongue and slowly, with yours, you pull it inside of your mouth, capturing him in a kiss where you taste sweet. His hands shake as they rise, coming to hold your waist where you give an appreciatve moan, his cock jerking at the sound.

His tongue moves against yours, the muscles swirling around each other as you push yourself closer against him, lifting your hips, the fabric tickling at his erection, staining you in a darkening pink. The ends of it a soft brush against his cock, the lace dancing above his slit that leaks. 

Your lips leave his, dancing downward, covering him with frantic kisses until you reach at his neck, tongue flat as you lick around the curve of his neck, pressing against his rapid pulse. Teeth bared in a sharp grin, canines pressed against the beat as you feel him quicken in pace, his body in short bursts of shivers, when you suckle on his neck, marking his skin in bright splotches of red. You move your head to the other side, lips brushing and pausing above his apple, feeling how it bobs underneath you, an audible gulp taken when you press your lips against it, a simpering grin on your lips as he calls your name. You mark the other side of his neck all the same, pride swelling in your chest as he’s covered in red spot, shining in spittle underneath you, red in the face and jerking his hips. 

“So cute,” you mumble, peeking his temple. “Remember the person who’s making you feel this good, eh?” You whisper against his ear, lips pulled over your teeth in a predatory grin.

He nods his head, the first syllable of your title passing through his lips until cut off by a gasp when you rub your clothed cunt against him. You push against him, with careful and precise movements, feeling the hard feel of his cock against the thin fabric of your panties, whining under you, back curving into a soft arch, teeth gritted as he tries to hold his composure, slowly loosening into a smile until he covers his face with his hands. Slick puddles out of you, movements wet and slippery as you begin to ache with a want for him. 

Underneath you, he’s hidden behind his hands, whimpering at the touch, crying when you pull his hands away, taking away the false privacy he had. He turns flustered under your smile, eyes darting away when you give him a cute smile. His length bobs, aches and strains against nothing and he wants to be buried deep inside of you, to push himself against you and fuck at Mommy’s tight hole. 

“Oh Mommy,” he gasps, hips jutting into the air. His eyes water and pinch shut, mouth opening into a soft ‘o’ as a breathy moan sings out. “Right there. Oh, it feels so good.” Your clothed cunt rubs over him, slick slipping past your entrance and slipping past your underwear and sticking to the inside of your thighs. His hands cover yours, fingers twitching above yours as you fingers pinch at his nipples. His groan is light, rippling past his lips as he throws his head back, his spine curving into a soft arch.

“Oh, Tomura,” you murmur, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, suckling on the ear lobe, “you’re so cute- Mommy’s good, little boy,” you coo, pressing hot kisses against the shell of his ear, dragging them along until the reach the corner of his lips, stopping against him for a second, and your move up, brushing your nose along his where he looks at you with a betrayed expression, eyes pinched and a soft whine on his throat. “You’re so needy today.” You glance down at his prick that blushes with a deep shade of red, glistening with arousal. “What did you do in the shower?” You peck at the scar above his eye. “Hm? Did you touch yourself?” He nods and you bite lightly at his cheek. He yelps, legs bending and he presses further against you, his cockhead threatening to peek past your underwear and enter you. “Use your words,” you sing softly, kissing where the bite has softened into a dull pain. 

“Yes,” he rasps out, “I- I touched myself.” He groans when your hand trails down and pinches at a nipple. “I- I was so needy and-” his voice cracks and slowly lowers into a whisper, breathy and high- “I didn’t want to bother you.” You roll over him, hips swirling and dragging on the underside of his cock until they reach his tip, the slick dripping onto his stock and he groans, lifting himself up, breathing ragged and deep. “Mommy,” he calls in a whiny tone, “please. I promise to be good. ‘S a mistake,” he gasps out, hands lowering to grip at the bedsheets. He lets out a moan when you raise yourself above him, his tongue lolling out and eyes wide.

“Tomura,” you lightly reprimand, pinching at his nipple until it blooms into a bright red, rubbing your thumb over when he lets out a keen whine. “You know you aren’t allowed to touch yourself-” you roll back to sit on his thighs, gown flowing against you, too short to fully cover your thighs- “you get too needy, baby.” Your hand leaves his chest, grazing down his stomach that contracts under your touch, the muscles tight as you travel past his belly, and reach the base of his cock, the tip of your fingers running above him, slowly encasing the tip of his cock into your palm. “You can never just stop at one.”

“I won’t do it again,” he says, eyes glazed over as your thumb runs over his slit. “Promise. Just- touch me, please,” he begs, breaths stuttering as you slowly begin to pump him.

“We both know that’s a lie,” you mumble, tugging on his cock, watching with interest as it leaks. “You know you need a punishment.”

“No, no,” he repeats, a frown on his lips, tears already sprung onto his eyes and catching on his eyelashes. “I’m a good boy,” he whines. “I promise! Please Mommy- I’ll come to you next time- Mommy,” he gasps, hands coming up to cup at his chest. “I’ll be good. I’m a good boy,” he snivels, mouth stretching into a frown as he whines underneath you. 

“Baby,” you sigh, a hand coming up to comb at his damp hair, “don’t cry.” You peek at his cheek and a tear meets your lips in a salty kiss. “I know you’re a good boy,” you comfort, brushing your nose against his cheek. “Such a good boy.” You pull away and he watches you with wide eyes. “But-” his eyes knit and he shakes his head, mumbling “no’s” under his breath and you groan, dipping your head. “You’re a good boy, right?” He nods his head. “You’re Mommy’s perfect, baby boy.” He nods again, a shudder of a breath escaping his lips. “How about we play a game?” He opens his eyes, confusion written over his face. “I suck on your pretty, pink dick-” he gulps and you hold a coy grin on your face- “and if you can hold on, until I’m satisfied, then you don’t get a punishment.” 

His eyes dart and dip into your chest. “Wha- What’s the prize?” He stutters, eyes focused on how your chest rises and dips with every breath. 

You raise a brow. “The lack of punishment should be incentive enough but I’ll let you have something else.” You tilt your head and grab at his hand, holding it close to your chest, smiling when his hand curves around the breast, your hardened nipples poking between the thin fabric and into his palm. “What do you have in mind?”

He squeezes your breast, thin, calloused fingers welcoming the soft fabric of your gown, fingers pressing into the supple fat of your chest. “Can I have milk?” He asks, eyes already half-lidded, tongue licking at his lips, fingers pulling down to roll the bud over, watching it darken the fabric and moisten his fingertips. 

Your grin widens and you pull away, his hand in a soft curve around the ghost of your breast. “The prince is hungry, huh?” You tease, chuckling when he nods, meeting your eyes for a brief second, a heavy blush in his face, dark around his cheeks and spreading into a soft pink against the tip of his nose. “If you can last until I pull away, then you’re free to suck on Mommy's titties.” His breath is shaky, hot as it leaves his lips and he gives you a nod, agreeing to the game.

Your hands leave phantom traces against his naked skin as they trail down, your head dipping down, lips that ghost past his collarbone, your pink muscle licking at an old scar that pales against his skin. You leave kisses against the top of his breast and trail it between his valley, nose brushing lightly above his abdomen, smiling against his tummy, giving him feverish kisses along his soft trail, dark in color that fades into a silvery white. Hands that rail down hisbside, leaving his tensing his muscle under the feathery touchy, fingers that soften as they grab at his hips. You blow cool air against his base, tongue peeking past between your lips, to give him a soft kitten-like lick.

He murmurs your name, soft between his lips and jerks his leg to get your attention. You hum in response, your tongue flat against his base, nose against the underside of his thickness. "Am I allowed to touch you?"

You smile and pull away from him, hands sliding to grab at his base, slipping and turning to pump him steadily, passing the foreplay, and gripping onto his shaft, his pre-ejaculate acting as lube as it slicks up and down, your palm dragging for a few pumps until it smooths over and glides across his skin, soft clicks with long pauses in between.

“No baby,” you murmur, “not right now.” he groans at the answer and his hands twist into the bedsheets. “You win the game, you can touch me all you like, sweetheart.” You lean over, pressing your lips against him, slow and feather light, a ghost of your touch on him, where he whines, arching his back into your chest, the whines growing louder as his bare chest rubs against the lace. “So pretty,” you whisper against his lips. “Such cute, little noises leaving your lips.” You pull away and your hand stops, thumb sliding over his slit, his arousal sticking and stretching onto your skin. “Remember to hold it until I say so,” you remind him, tone sweet and you inch backwards and dip your head. 

He twitches as your breath hits him, soft and warm, and he has a second of stillness where he waits for you to envelop him, waits patiently, leaking as he closes his eyes. It’s a shaky intake of air where he chokes on his spit as you swirl your tongue over his head, lips covering teeth as you lower, the gummy part of your cheeks soft around him as you lower yourself further, cheeks hollowing to wrap tight around him. He twitches in your mouth, jerking and pressing himself against the roof of your mouth, the sudden motion causing your lips to slip, teeth grazing on the underside of his cock, trailing at a vein. A croak leaves past his lips, soft and broken, with hands that twitch the fabric, nails pressing deep into the sheets, a faint scratching sound is lost to his moans as you push yourself further down him, your own moan vibrating against him. He cries your name, hips lightly pushing upwards, his cockhead hitting at the curve of your throat, his discharge bittersweet as it oozes down your throat in thin strands. 

“Mommy,” he calls out to you, his member pulsing in your mouth. “Mommy, please,” he whispers in a hoarse voice.”

You pull your mouth close to him and slide away, lips pressed against his opening. “Hasn’t even been that long-” you kiss at his tip- “don’t tell me you’re already close.” Your eyes glance towards him, his face flushed and you trail down his neck, following his shoulders, to his elbows, to his hand that strain, veins bold against his skin, cartilage sticking out against his skin, hands poised and dug deep into the thin fabric. You sigh softly at his hands, tilting your head with a loving smile on your lips. “You’re so cute,” you compliment. “An absolute delight to be around with,” you sigh, eyes meeting his for a second before you dip your head back onto his cock.

He’s thick. All the space in your mouth is erased by him, consuming and pulsing inside of you, pulsing with heat as you lower your head, nose against the base. He whines as you do so, panting as you choke around him, thick dribbles of spit that slide past the corner of your lips and curve around your shin, dripping onto him and latching onto his thighs. You struggle to breath, tears coming to your eyes as you take him whole, fisting your hand in order to distract you, whinging and feeling slick pool out as you keep yourself for one, two and on the third, you slide off of him, honey-thick strands connecting you to his cock, your lips swollen and tongue rolled out past your lips, as you look up at him with glossy eyes. His cock spurts, thick, white discharge pooling out past his lips and he calls your name in a pitiful moan, thrusting his hip against the air, hands that reach out to grab at you and with a roll of your eyes, a lazy smile on your face, you slide your underwear past your ankles and situate yourself on him, letting out a breathy groan as your walls accustom to his girth. 

All it takes is a simple swivel of your hips for him to spill his seed inside of you. Thick and filling as it paints you white and slips past him, squelching as you lean forward, hands on either side of his head and he’s quick to accept his gift. His hands reach squeeze at your breasts, pawing off the silk, a right hand pinching around the bud, watching as sweet milk spills past and he latches on, cheeks holling, tongue flicking the bud, rolling it with the tip of his tongue, urging the sweet milk to spill, moaning as it watches on his tongue and spills down his throat, filling his belly with warmth, cock twitching with joy inside fo you.

Your hand goes to play with his hair, parting the strands, sighing above him in breathy pants as his hand comes to rub at the neglected breast, palming the nipple under, and pulling away with a scooped hand when it catches your essence, brining it to his mouth, the leaking bud dripping onto his lips and side of his palm as he drinks from his hand, returning to your bud.

“Tomura,” you croon, moving your hips in a soft swirl, “that- oh, you’re so good. So pretty and good,” you slur together, tightening around him, walls flexin and urging him to spill again inside of you. “What a good boy.” You moan against him, his cockhead hitting at a songy part, rubbing alongside of it, bare and hard, your tongue lolling out, the hand on his hair in a tight grip as you ride him. “What a good boy. So sweet for letting Mommy ride his prick,” you pant. Your hand loosens and slides down the ruffled hair. “Do you like your prize?” He moans against you, nodding, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, focused on the breast brimming with milk as he palms the other, thin, white strands, spilling past and splashing onto his skin, burning as it trails down, his other hands coming to press down your back, inching you closer to him. “Drink baby,” you encourage, smiling down at him. He looks up at you with doe eyes, blinking innocently as he bats his eyelashes, tears shining in the corner of his eyes. “Just let Mommy ride your cock, hm?” You flash him a sweet smile and he mumbles around your nipple, kissing at it and pulling away, tongue out as it leaves a trail on your chest, until he reaches your other breast. 

Your walls are soft against him, pulsing around his own throbbing member and your hand finds its way to your clit, moving between the two bodies that stick with a thin layer of sweat, fingers pointed and softly circling over the twitching, sensitive bud. You sigh and let your eyes close, lips pouted as you press your chest against Tomura’s needy mouth, cooing and slurring words of praise together until they’re lost in soft murmurs, your hips lightly patting against him as you swirl above him in soft circles, close to reaching your high as your stomach pulls taut against, heat wet with slick as you call his name.

“”M a good boy,” he mutters against your chest, a drying trail of white on the corner of his lips, suckling on your ample breast, drinking at the honey-sweet milk. “Good boy for Mommy,” he mutters, pushing your breasts together watching as they leak, his tongue serpentining over your leaking nipples. 

“Such a good boy,” you reiterate, licking your lips. “Letting Mommy milk your cock while you milk Mommy? Fuck baby,” you moan, closing your eyes in a tight pinch, “good boy. So sweet and pretty. My pretty boy,” you whimper, scratching softly at his scalp. 

“Close,” he mewls, slapping his hips against yours, “‘M close,” he says, nuzzling his face further against you, mouth opening to catch at the soft bud in his mouth. “I love you,” he says, repeating it in a softer tone, your name muttered under his breath, stilling his hips as you pap against him, breathing harshly, cheeks hollow as he sucks your milk-filled breast in his mouth. 

It’s his declaration that makes your walls pulse and tighten, spongy walls that twitch and spasm around his cock, sweet, honey-like strands of arousal that seep and mix with his thick, white arousal, clicking in the room as you come to rest on him. His name sweet on your tongue as your fingers still circle over your pearl, whining and pulling on him tight, his moans vibrating against your chest, eyes closed as his mouth stops the harsh treatment, tongue poking at the pert bud, light strands of milk slipping past his tongue and down his throat. 

He pulls his mouth away, kissing at the swollen bud, watching as milk leaks and catches on his lips, his hips experimentally moving only to stop with a hiss at the sensitivity, heavy cream, slipping down and coating him in warmth and stickiness. 

“How do you feel?” You ask, raising yourself off of him and laying on your back next to him with a light groan. “Personally, i’m tired-” your hands cupping at your sore chest, wincing at the feeling- “and sore.”

“Good,” he nods, replacing your hand with his, pinching at a still sore bud, licking his lips when a pearl of white beads out. “Can I?” He gestures to your breasts, already rising above, fingers poised at your entrance, slipping inside the gooey entrance, digit massaging your inner walls. “I’ll make you feel good,” he promises, wrapping his mouth on your breast, wide and holling his cheeks as he lazily pumps his fingers.