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yanderenightmare · 1 year ago

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Nasty alpha wolf-boy Shiggy buying virgin bunny reader at a shady auction, taking her home and breeding her silly in all her tight bunny holes<3

BNHA ! THIRST

Shigaraki Tomura x darling

WC: 2.5k

TW: NSFW, captive darling, light bondage, oral giving/receiving, multiple orgasms and overstimulation, hybrid au

Shigaraki doesn’t get along with most other organizations aside from his own, but he could hold a certain respect for this establishment. He felt appreciated here – a valued customer – one with a hungry appetite the vendor saved only the very best herbivores for.

Herbivores like you.

“She was easy to tame- submissive like she was made for it!” The Master said. “A bit too submissive for my taste- but you know what they say about bunnies- cute like a button and just as dumb!”

Your thighs rubbed themselves where you stood in the dark of your blindfold. Bleating and cowering in the chastity belt they’d fixed tight around your lower body – having you sheathed on two thick cocks stretching out both virgin holes – making you drippy – vibrating inside you with purrs tickling your core in thrums he could hear from ten meters away.

“Stuff her in the trunk and take her home if you want- she’s so soft around the edges and pumped with hormones she won’t mind the bumpy road. You could take her right here on the concrete, and all she’d do is just moan!”

He could smell it in the air – how heated you were. Sopping like a braindead whore – he bet you’d been stuck in that chastity belt for hours, as sweaty and trembling as you were. Unstable were you stood in pink pumps soaked full of the slick running down your thighs – only managing to stand thanks to the big bodyguard behind you. He was a beastly fucker, squeezing one of your tits tight in a big bear paw while fisting your leash like a noose in the other, pulling the thick black collar kept snug on your throat only to feel your plush ass rub against his crotch.

The way your arms were cruelly bent behind your back was of no help to your balance either, making your perky tits strut forward. Stiff nipples begging for a suck or a twist or a slap – sculpted a bit by an additional harness shaped like a bra with no filling – just thin black leather lines extenuating that on display.

“My hunters swear she’s a pure little thing, so normally I would demand you pay extra-”

Two black heart-shaped eyepatches had you blindfolded but were kept lenient enough to allow tears to soak through, layered damp on your cheeks and giving a pretty plump bloat to your lips – sucking on the pink ballgag stuffed in your mouth, fastened tight around your head – making all your noises come out wet and even more feeble.

“But she’s yours free of charge if the league handles some business for me~”

Your lop ears drooped sadly down your cheeks, framing your cute face like a picture where your little nose kept wrinkling in terribly adorable sniffles – squealing on what he could tell was another ride over the edge.

“Deal.” He barked shortly, a growl in his throat.

The Master grinned. “Always a pleasure doing business with you, Shigaraki.” Tossing him the keys to the lock on your cunt before snapping his fingers, gesturing for the bodyguard to do the same with the leash – pushing you in a wobbling stumble over to your new owner.

And then he really felt you tremble – soft yet stiff, bracing yourself against him – the smell of utter terror and arousal so thick he found himself drooling just at a single close whiff – all the hair on his tail spiked on strict end as a hunger growled low in his gut.

He felt his pants grow taut and gave a hiss – shoving you on your stomach in a sprawl onto the backseat. Throwing your legs inside before slamming the door shut – putting his fingers to his lips – your slick wet on them, glossy and sweet in his nose like a perfume as he licked them clean while getting in the car.

“Drive.” He muttered in another curt growl, signaling the man to his side to turn the keys as he pawed the straining tent bumping his boxers with yet another hiss.

Huffing, he closed his eyes, listening to you nom on your gag with wet cries and moans – his chest tight and brows furrowed – cursing having said yes to clean up another organization’s mess, and even more frustrated with your scent hanging heavy in the air, making everything spin for him – until finally reaching the base.

“Get out, Binky- welcome to your new home.”

He tugged your collar again soon after the car stopped, and out you shuffled – sweaty and shivering on legs that could barely hold their own weight – supported by the hand he had raked in your hair, pulling and dragging your body out into the cold.

Letting go once you were out of the backseat, he started fisting the leash instead, yanking you forward with heels clicking in no steady rhythm – wonky on the ground where you struggled to keep up with him. Slick between your thighs, rubbing together as you walked.

You were still blindfolded – floppy ears shifty at the sounds of doors opening and slamming shut, along with the threatening cheers of the crowd of villains drinking in the rooms the two of you passed. It’s as though he can hear you praying, hoping that he’s not planning on sharing you with the rest of the fray the way you flinch at the whistles and filthy comments being thrown your way.

You sped up until your tits bumped into his back – walking close with your head bowed to shield yourself.

Splitting a grin, he chuckled out a low snort. He hadn’t thought you’d be so silly to seek his comfort. But dumb as it was, his cock seemed to find it unexpectedly pleasant.

Reaching his room, he fished for his key – hands unsteady, tongue gracing his fangs as he unlocked it before stepping inside. Hauling you behind him into the musty space where he at once pounced on you like a predator who’d finally lost all patience.

Paws with claws gabbed your tit with a force that made you stumble – almost fall if he hadn’t tugged you back by your leash. His tongue ran wet over the sweet drool dripping down your neck and chin – his canines close to your neck, making you shiver and bleat for him while his hand dropped down to cup your sex.

Stopping short at the thick feel of latex beneath his fingertips, he growled and shoved you in a toppling wobble until your back hit the soft embrace of the bed behind you. You met it with a bounce and a yelp smothered in your gag – and he followed quickly, crawling on top of you with the key in hand. Carefully caressing the lock on your belt – thinking it would be a shame to destroy it when he could make use of it later. He would need to keep you protected if the way everyone eyed you was any indication. After all, he couldn't expect a base crawling with only carnivores to resist the scent of a herbivore as sweet as you.

He turned the key in the hole and pulled the cruel construction down your thighs, and you gave a whine, hips bucking at the release, quaking at the empty feeling while he eyed the lewd mixture of slick clinging in pretty bridges between the two closing holes and the two glossy rubber cocks still wet and warm with your heat.

“You make quite a slutty mess for a virgin.” He teased, with two of his coarse fingers dragging up your slick clit – gleeful eyes watching you squirm while releasing a strangled sound caught between a moan and a scream – riddled with overstimulation to the point you were cumming in spasms from only the single little touch.

He only chuckled at the sight. Leaving you to pant and quake beneath him – with shakey breaths anticipating the painful pleasure of his touch once again.

“Sensitive, scared, horny- tortured by your own fickle hormones and instincts- I know what you want…” He continued, now with the words leaving hot puffs against the slick skin on your thighs. “You want this teensy little rabbit hole destroyed by the big bad wolf….”

Your whimpers were like a symphony – sweet and softly tuned to strum every string in his gut – purring and stirring something sticky and heavy and starving inside of him.

“Look at this pussy….” He groaned with a click of his tongue – his eyes set on the wet puffy little thing between your legs. “So pretty- I could bite it.”

Your back took an arch, jumping from the bed once his hot mouth hit your mound – letting out another uncontrolled moan – heart pounding so loud and savagely in your chest he could feel it pulse on his tongue inside you as he lapped at you like a parched mutt.

His claws dug with greed, plunged deep into the cake of your thighs, locking you around his jaw where he mouthed at your core with eyes rolling back. Every fiber went on a rampage within him, zipping along his limbs and gathering in his gut like one tight-clenched aching fist.

“Mh-fuck-” He took a breath, mouth gaping and dripping with spit and slick before moving upward, sucking kisses into the soft skin of your tummy and soon locking his lips around your nipple – with one hand working your free titty, the other fucked your hole with horny curiosity, delving in the slick with twists and curls and scissoring.

You whined under his touches, quaking on all counts – listening to your hole squelch while your oh-so-sensitive insides clenched down hard from the warm knot coiling in your lower belly, coming so close to that all-over-feeling yet again – shaking your head in fear of it.

“Piss yourself if it helps- I don’t mind-” He growled out low in a whisper, his fangs against your throat now, grazing playfully with rugged breaths hot against your flushed skin. “I won’t stop until I’ve broken in each hole-”

Eyes big and swiveled with tears rippling down your cheeks in rushed rivulets, all the while your pussy made out with his fingers – feeling the fat digits test the flex of your gummy walls – slippery with slick and happily fluttering from his touches.

You soon caved for the umpteenth time – whole body strangling to suppress the sensation while unsure how much more you could take before going numb.

“Tch- there you go~ good bunny~” He praised in mockery, snickering at your panting – his breath hot on your skin where he moved to hover above your gagged lips – undoing the straps to free your mouth.

“Ah please, m-master- please- no more-” You immediately begged, mouth wet with drool.

“Mh- you’ve got manners…” He moaned, keeping his fingers in your cunt while holding you by the ear in the other hand, gripping it tight and rubbing the thin softness like a lucky charm. Tugging himself out of his pants, messy with pre, he immediately steered the fatness to your mouth. “Open up~”

You took it with a small whine, feeling it push onto your tongue and further in until it hit the back of your throat in a kiss. He gave a groan, feeling your bloated lips wrap around the shaft as you glucked on his length in soft mewls – eyes panning from the view to watch your little titties bounce at the movement, doing small jumps for him as he rammed your sweet face.

He removed your eyepatches – wanting to see your pretty eyes glossy and big for him as you sucked his cock.

The look on your face made his gut rumble – so sweet-looking with your cinched brows and button-nose – eyeing him with cute anxiety, no doubt taking in the scary sight of his red eyes and his pale skin littered with scars.

You coughed cutely when he withdrew, and he bent over to kiss you again, spit stringing between your tongues as his fingers went back to your clitty – rubbing crass circles into it that had you squealing into his mouth.

“Please, master-” You cried, wringing your thighs shut tight around his hand – tears springing from the pity puddles of your eyes as you looked at him with such plead it made his gut roar.

He could only offer a gleeful giggle, spreading your thighs by pulling you snugly around his waist – his cock jumping eagerly above your navel as he bore over you – his breath hot on your face. “Don’t worry, baby bunny, I’ll stuff you up good. Breed you full of a warm creampie in your tight little cunt.” He cooed, fangs sharp and glistening – his paw flat on your belly, rubbing the flesh with want. “Right here~ warm and thick in your little womb~”

You shuddered at the threat, then whined an open-mouthed moan as he sleaved himself inside you. Feeling his every fat vein rub along your walls until his plush head nudged tight against your cervix – making you mewl with an arch in your back, clenching hard around the size of him. Shaking from the toll of it.

He groaned, starting to pound you already – fast and deep, just like a hound rutting. “I’m gonna give you my knot, Bunbun-” He drooled, sucking your cheek with tongue and teeth – red eyes set on your plump and pouty lips – gaping open and begging for more while he continued raving. “Gonna knot you up so tight- make this virgin pussy tremble for me-”

You could only pant, getting run through at such a pace your next orgasm was fucked right out of you. Sweat pilled on your forehead and nose, thighs trembling as you came on his thickness in hot, heaving moans. Throttling his cock for cum – which he soon spilled deep inside you just like he promised – painting your insides with it with balls clenching up, resting snugly against the slick that spilled out.

He was messy when he pulled out again. Glossy and still raging fat as he rolled you over on your stomach – pulling your ass up by your hips while you remained breathless with exhaustion, smudged against the pillowy sheets beneath you.

He laid his meat between your asscheeks, eyes lazily looking over your dewy face and how pretty you looked fucked out on his bed.

“This bunny-hole’s never felt cock either, huh?” He said, voice breathy but eager still – planting his tip at the opening of the taut little entrance before beginning to push.

You moaned out again but could only ball your fists for purchase, still kept in a lock behind your back – tightening them until your knuckles whitened while he crammed himself inside you one stout inch at a time.

“Mmh- fuck, so tight~ it’s gonna feel so fuckin’ good hugging me nice and snug~” He almost whined, getting swallowed down until his pelvis met your ass and the ball of fluff found there – doing a little dance just for him. “Fuck- look at you, little cottontail~” He groaned, leaving himself sunk down to the hilt inside you for a moment of appreciation before beginning to drag out to pound your stomach into a nice mess. “So perfect, I outta take a picture~”

tip-jar: Kofi

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jomamaofficial · 1 year ago

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An Empty Vessel pt.2 (Dabi x Fem!Reader Dark Angst)

A/N: Happy holidays my lovely toes. I am so sorry for this delay, my laptop broke down 😃😃. I urge you all to read the TWs and CWs because I have delved into dark topics. As always, my Ask Box is open for any requests or just a conversation. I absolutely adore all of you, and I want to take this time to thank you guys for your support. Seeing your comments and messages motivates me to write :) <3. Please remember to take care of yourselves, and enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts in the comments :). TW: Vague sexual harassment, substance abuse (weed, alcohol, smoking), death and bleeding. CW: SPOILER: Season 6, Dabi’s backstory, PFL, AFO and Shigiraki plot, swearing, vague mentions of intimate acts. Taglist: @marlenemckinnonsleftfoot @sukunasleftkneecap @istoleyourmanho3 @witherfag Masterlist Edit: Part 3 😼😼 Word Count: 2919. Summary: In the stories Rei used to read him, heroes always won. Reality wasn’t a story though. The villains won the Meta Liberation War after 6 years of fighting. With the death of Pro Hero Endeavour, and the reign of All For One, Dabi could finally leave his past as Touya Todoroki. He no longer had family. But what about the past that haunted him to this day. A family that belonged to Dabi, not Touya? One that escaped unborn?

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Musutafu, Japan– it made international headlines.

The Paranormal Liberation Force finally did it.

The nation observed a minute of silence for the fall of Pro Hero Endeavour.

Musutafu was now all for one. And the entire nation would soon suffer the same fate.

Dabi stretched his neck to the left, stretching his right shoulder as he fought the growing tingles in his body. Chills ran up and down his spine as his eyes followed the tears of rain flooding the dimly-lit road.

He loved how empty this street was: no cars, no news reporters. There were no signs of nagging parents and their brat children, and there were no heroes patrolling the streets, strutting up and down like they owned the place.

It was just him and the soft sound of the rain which seeped into his socks, staining them with the remains of what was now All For One’s headquarter city.

Dabi wished to hear the familiar croak of Tomura’s voice: the back and forth banter, the late-night clicks of the video game console. Back when it was just them, the League of Villains. Tomura, Kurogiri, Toga, Twice, and him. Back when he didn’t ruin everything.

Dabi never told anyone, but there was a tiny part of his soul that withered away when he was near All For One.

Dabi felt small. He was 5’9; he never felt small.

But that thing would always tower over him. His slimy touch was forcefully ingrained into Dabi’s skin— that thing touched him like he owned Dabi.

And Dabi hated the way his mind memorised the way All For One used his crooked fingers to tilt Dabi’s head up to inspect him.

“Oh he’s a little doll isn’t he, Tomura? Where do you find these pretty boys?”

He hated the way All For One laughed after; it was a broken wheeze that rang murder in Dabi’s mind.

He watched as All For One forced Tomura to laugh with him, and Tomura’s apologetic eyes wavered when he looked back at Dabi.

He hated Tomura for laughing that day.

But he hated that laugh much more; the laugh that tainted the fresh air they stood in.

Now, Musutafu’s entire air was tainted by that laugh.

Now… Musutafu belonged to All For One. And Dabi could only hear that broken wheeze.

It would follow him everywhere.

So despite the rain’s destructive nature, Dabi allowed the weeping drops of the sky to fill the emptiness inside of him. The cool drops were better than the air.

Dabi was just an empty vessel. Nowhere to go, no one to go back to.

The Meta Liberation War quenched everyone’s thirst for blood. The dirt was saturated with the blood of heroes and villains alike.

He found it amusing, he really did as he bore his vacant eyes into the rusting ground. Dabi watched as everyone’s blood mixed together under his foot.

He raised his eyebrows, and chuckled.

‘All it took was death for them to stick together’.

Dabi travelled further away from the battle ground, quite deliberate about the steps he took. He counted underneath a shallow breath.

“Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven,” until he reached the sixty-second step.

His heel pressed against the seeping soil surging scarlet.

And the world was still.

So still and silent that the gentle wind snuck up on the thin man, and he let out a broken gasp as his knees gave out.

The ringing in his ear struck a bitter note. His chest heaved up and down, up and down, and his eyes were blankly fixed on the ground beneath him. Thick, warm blood oozed through the thin cloth that covered his knees.

Enji Todoroki finally died. And Touya Todoroki was responsible for it.

Touya Todoroki, after 7 years of persistent efforts, was officially fatherless.

Finally, it dawned upon him: after 30 long years, Touya Todoroki couldn’t chase him anymore. He could finally find solace in Dabi.

And Dabi was alone. He had no family.

As the joint finally caught up to him, after four or five rookie puffs, the raven man started asking himself what he was doing here.

Surrounded by a group of homeless men who he caught rummaging in the dumpster, they were huddled away into the darkness of a dimly lit alleyway. It smelled like shit, offending his heightened state of smell. Flies picked on the waste scattered below them, their constant buzz creating a monotonous flow.

Dabi peeled his lips open as he felt each individual cell respire on his skin. His heart felt like it was growing inside of him, puncturing his dry lungs, getting louder and faster with each beat.

As a young boy, he saw Enji drink every evening for two years. Dabi used to sneak a sip when he was alone. Dabi was often alone.

He caught Enji with a lit cigarette in his fingers. Dabi stole one and showed it to his friends. Dabi coughed a lot that day.

Enji never touched drugs. He was against it.

Dabi never took drugs; the thought of it never passed him.

“How does it feel kid?”

Dabi’s consciousness was dragged back to reality, the bleak colours of his surroundings painting a vibrant picture.

“I can feel my skin breathing,” he responded, his lower jaw hanging open as he struggled to keep his neck straight.

Howls of laughter echoed in the distance, but the scarred man took no notice.

The joint was held to his lips, and Dabi took another puff.

Dabi wanted to individually itch the surface of his eyes with his nails. It was miserable.

But the ripple of the individual muscles in his cheeks felt so warm and happy when he smiled. That was less miserable.

So he kept on smiling, jaw still gaping. His staples pulled against his grafts, but the molecular traces of marijuana in his bloodstream shielded him from the pain.

Dabi was taken aback– gravity was working exponentially harder against him. A man touched the corner of his lips, the thick and coarse pad of his thumb sending him back, seven years ago.

Oh he’s a little doll isn’t he, Tomura?

“Boy”, the man slurred, “you’re bleeding.”

He shoved his bloodied thumb in Dabi’s face.

Dabi struggled to focus his gaze on the thumb in front of him, switching between double and triple vision.

“Can’t feel it,” he mumbled, his reactions delayed as he scooted away from the stranger.

“Everything’s breathing except these.”

Dabi was mesmerised by the feeling of his grafts against the pads of his fingers. It restored the faint twinkle in his hollow eyes.

“Why are you all fucked up everywhere, boy?”

It took a few moments to register, but Dabi did respond.

“Useless mom, dick dad.”

A unison of delayed ahhhs followed, and Dabi began to feel a knocking pressure trapped in the inner corners of his wide eyes.

“I was never his first choice,” Dabi chuckled. He wasn’t sure if they could hear him. They sure as hell couldn’t understand him, but he was fine with that.

“I was his first born son. No fuckin’ use. Dropped me like I was a waste of time and money.”

The offensive smell of the blunt dug him further away from reality. Dabi was content with his own company.

It would always be just him, forever and always. Because after everyone leaves, you’re left with yourself– your only support.

The more he delved into his loneliness, the louder he heard his skin breathe, it was deafening. And so the silence on his graft became even louder.

For a man who was considered dead all his life, Dabi wasn’t used to his living body. Senses upon senses, he was bombarded with the constant reminder that he was still alive. Even his dead, unresponsive skin felt alive. Because it was the absence of feeling that felt different.

Many people would describe euphoria as extreme feelings of bliss and joy. It was this boxed definition that led Dabi to believe that he could never feel euphoria. But in this moment, whilst Dabi sunk deeper into his conscience– his doubts finally quiet, time finally stopped.

And his body finally let go.

The familiar bud of the joint met his mouth again, and he inhaled the noxious fumes until he smoked his fears away into the midst of the neverending clouds in the night sky. The full moon gleamed down on his pale skin, bathing his grafts in a lunar embrace.

Unlike the sun, which beat its scorching rays on his sensitive skin, the moon shyly kissed it, leaving trails of beautiful markings that soothed his aches.

Dabi’s heart was working overtime. Blood rushed to his scalp, and his body completely shut down. There was one name that his heart called for.

A name that belonged to the past. The moon shyly casted a glow on that face too, but it averted its lunar eyes when Dabi defiled his past, leaving trails of burns that caused her aches.

He was wrong.

Touya Todoroki, after 7 years of persistent efforts, had no family.

But Dabi?

Dabi had a family.

Dabi woke up to blue skies and a gentle sun peeking behind the stained curtains. His body was sprawled on the tiny bed, his limbs spilling out the sides, here and there. He blindly groped for his phone in the midst of thin sheets, switching it on to check the time.

09:23 AM.

He groaned and threw a dark shirt on top of his eyes, blocking the obnoxious sun as he squirmed to find his sleep.

Moments passed and all he could focus on was the neverending tick of the clock in the corridor.

“Fuck it.”

Dabi slipped on some shirt, and put on some shoes, and slammed the door when he left.

09:36 AM.

No wonder he could hear the tick, the corridor was ghost-quiet.

Routinely, Dabi heaved himself over to the bar, scanning the counter for a quick shot.

09:41 AM.

Toga walked inside the lair, her hands hidden inside the cuffs of her cardigan. Dabi nodded at her as he let out a yawn.

“Everyone die or summin’?”

Toga stared at him, her eyes glazed.

Dabi immediately straightened up.

“Wait, did they actua-”

“She’s gone.”

09:49 AM.

Dabi’s jaw tensed up, gripping the shot glass tighter.

“Who’s gon-”

His body was jolted back into the counter, the loud glass shrieking as it fell from his hands.

“Don’t you dare Dabi. Don’t you fucking dare.”

Her eyes were red. Her fist was clenched around the loose cloth that hung on him.

Dabi averted his eyes from Toga, releasing a shallow breath.

Toga’s chest hiccuped underneath her cardigan, and she hid her face into his chest, staining it with stale tears.

“She’s gone,” she repeated, a broken record.

Dabi clasped his arms around her, his hands patting her head.

09:59 AM.

“She left.”

Dabi reached for the flask hidden in his inner pockets. Bony fingers struggled to open it, fine tremors running through his bones.

‘Twenty-one, twenty, nineteen, eighteen…’

Door number eighteen. A few strides away. But the growing feeling of heaviness in Dabi’s feet warned him: it was going to be a marathon.

Countless strangers pointed at the lone man in a tattered, thick jacket. Dabi grasped at the wire fence that separated the long stretches of the park and pavement, muttering something underneath his breath.

The sight of free cars strolling past him caught him off guard every single time. He had no sense of time, no sense of direction.

He was far, far away from Musutafu.

Here, the air felt fresher.

It wouldn’t be long before it was infested either.

But he had to owe All For One some credit.

His reign of terror gave the PLF members a huge leverage when it came to accessing government files.

Dabi flipped through piles of kojin bangō, particularly scanning through documents of 27 year-old mothers, registered births and quirk-hybrids, and a certain family name.

He found everyone’s name, everyone’s identity; no one was safe.

Yet the name his eyes yearned for was nowhere in sight.

Countless days and nights were spent silently begging for a lead. On day 18, Dabi finally left the building, clutching onto a piece of paper close to his heart.

Saira Uchiyama.

Names didn’t match, but it was the only name that he could trace her back to.

Dabi took the final steps up the road, feeling lighter than he had in days.

It was on his right. There was but a sliver of road that separated Dabi and door number eighteen.

His fingers started picking at the ripping cuticles on his nail bed, and the grown man started to track his breaths.

He took a step.

A car honked at him.

“Watch where you’re going!”

Dabi didn’t draw back.

He took another step, and another, and another. One more, maybe two.

He could feel the gravel underneath his boots. Dabi lifted his broken face and a perfect house stared down at him. Pristine brick walls stood proud; the bright toned paint complimented the thriving flora in the yard. It fit in so well with the lines of houses, strong and shielded.

This was someone’s home. Bonsai trees armed the right side of the yard, some trimmed, others growing wild.

There were two floors and a garage; more than enough for a perfect family.

Dabi was stopped by the fence gates that guarded the perimeters. He struggled to get past.

Encrusted in metal, his eyes laid upon the name beside the door.

Engraved in gold letters, it read Uchiyama.

He was a step away from Saira Uchiyama’s front door.

Dabi’s hand reached towards the door handle, but he stopped when he felt the unwelcoming chill of it.

He eyed the doorbell instead. He fisted his hand that was itching to press it.

The drowning noises of children’s laughter bled through his skull from the park that was behind him. The drones of parents buying ice cream, and husbands holding their wives’ hands. This was the type of neighbourhood he was in.

And someone told him. Since when did Dabi develop the need to preserve this?

He was a lone man, half dead. He was disgusting. He couldn’t find her name. Now he was outside some poor woman’s house. Saira Uchiyama. How would she feel seeing a decaying man waiting outside her front door? How would her husband feel if some uninvited scarred freak asked to meet his wife, hands empty?

He felt a thick substance roll past his cheek and drip onto the clean welcome mat.

Dabi pushed his raven locks out of his eyes, biting onto his knuckles as he struggled to maintain a steady breath

His nails moved to pick at the staples underneath his eyes.

He couldn’t do this.

‘I can’t fucking do this.’

Through his bloodied waterline, he looked at the doorbell one more time before turning around.

He couldn’t fucking do this. Dabi didn’t belong here.

He tried to move forwards but his legs were shackled to the pebbly footpath. His rhythmic heart couldn’t let go. His twisted mind forced him to go.

His desperate eyes latched onto the bed of perfect flowers on his right.

Like an open flame, the flowers stole all his attention. Dabi stilled.

Their indigo petals mirrored the deep colour of his dead skin. He was entranced by the bold opening, the beautiful colour bleeding out and reflecting the glimmering hope that built up in his cerulean eyes.

“What’s your favourite flower Dabi?” Toga asked as she played with her blunt knife, running her thumb across the blade.

“Typ’a fucking qustion’s that?”

“God Dabi, don’t you know how to have a civilised conversation with someone. I’m just trying to get to know you better!”

“And asking my favourite flower’s gonna do that?”

“It’s called small talk, Dabi.”

He scoffed, pushing past the young girl to rummage through the cabinets.

From the corner of his eyes, he picked up on her amber eyes intently pressing him for an answer.

“For fucks sake. Fine. I’ll do your little small talk”, he gave in, evoking a small squeal from the blonde.

Dabi considered her question for a minute, pressing his tongue against his cheeks.

“I saw these flowers once,” he gulped. “They were blue, kinda like flames. My flames. I saw ‘em in one’a those gated areas. I guess they were pretty nice.”

Toga pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side as she tried to paint a picture in her head.

“Do you know what they’re called?”

“The fuck would I know? Probably one of those fancy rich flowers grown by fancy rich people,”, he shrugged.

“I’ll ask the newbie, she’ll know what they are.”

“Have fun talkin’ to lil’ miss know-it-all,” he scoffed, happy as Toga skipped away, leaving him alone. Finally.

A week later, Dabi found out what they were called as he was sharing a cigarette on the roof.

“By the way, they’re called Rindou flowers.”

Dabi quirked up an eyebrow, his lips curled in a sneer.

“Those flowers you like, they’re called Rindou.”

Dabi’s ears perked up at the small giggle that followed.

“I guess I could say being ‘miss know-it-all’ isn’t the worst thing, huh?”

Dabi’s chest heaved as he turned around, his pace fast as his hands inched closer to the doorbell.

Ring.

The wind stilled.

He could hear footsteps run down the stairs.

Click.

The handle moved.

The door creaked open.

It was 09:59 AM.

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Keep a look out for Part 3, my angst-loving toes. If you would like me to add you to the taglist, please comment or message me :).

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gentrychild · 2 years ago

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Hey Gentry! For the 5 headcannon game would you please do a blackbutler ×mha Au? With Afo as Sebastian and Izuku as Ceil!

I have been thinking about this ask a lot, not in the "I am worldbuilding this AU" sense but as... I cannot picture a world where Izuku knows that All for One will eventually eat his soul and he isn't making AFO's life a living hell every day to make him pay for it. I refuse to believe that Izuku wouldn't be ten times pettier than Ciel because, you know, Ciel wants to find out who killed his parents and gets revenge while Izuku is only still here on earth in order to make All for One suffer.

Because, if Izuku had sold his soul to All Might, it would be okay, why not, All Might deserves some nice yummy soul, and Izuku would probably feel sorry that his soul isn't more nutritious because All Might works hard. But Loser for One? That bitch? Oh, I know Izuku never meant to sell his soul and it's ON, he will make him regret ever making that pact.

On one hand, Izuku has excellent reputation because he keeps making good deeds (out of demonic powers) but on the other end, everyone knows that he hates his butler and laughs at his pain. Izuku throws his butler into whatever is the Victorian equivalent of a woodchipper, isn't arrested because it's obviously impossible since his butler was later seen in one piece, but everyone who knows him is nodding and going "Yes, surprised he didn't do that sooner, he really hates that guy."

Constant bullying, impossible requests that AFO is expected to fulfill in the next five minutes, constant psychological torment, all the malevolence a teenage mind filled with unholy sadism when it comes to one (1) being. If AFO isn't spending his nights studying demon law books in order to find a way of how to break the contract, Izuku considers he isn't doing his job right.

I want legit demons to look at AFO and Izuku and for them to have no idea who the demon is between the two. I want Ujiko to try to snap the neck of the awful child not respecting his lord only for Izuku to beat him to death with his cane. I want half of the shinigamis to be terrified at the idea of eventually being the ones to reap Izuku's soul and the other eating popcorn while this funky little feral child is running around with a gun and using his own demon as target practice.

As for the headcanons, sorry, I am not inspired, but I will try:

1.A - The servants are all demons: Lady Nagant, Tomura and Machia, because Izuku is so unhinged that the human servants kept running for the hills. They all made deals with AFO and some source of humor is the fact that they don't know what's considered as normal for human beings so they frequently bicker over who is the better at passing for human. (They all suck.)

1.B - Alternatively, the servants are all humans (Midnight, Aizawa and Mic) and they keep cooing over Izuku's antics and keep claiming to AFO's face that their young master is only acting out because he loves the butler and wants his attention.

2 - Izuku was (is?) engaged to Shouto but it's up in the air after his return to the Midoriya manor because back when Enji agreed to give his youngest, he thought that Touya would be his heir and the Midoriya family was extremely powerful. He was less keen to give out his most promising child to a family who has now a bit of a reputation when it comes to bad luck. Also, Shouto doesn't want to be engaged. Period.

3 - Izuku is terrible at using swords but really good at using knives (his loving butler helped him train, for his mere presence provided a lovely target practice.) If there is a circus arc, Izuku doesn't need anyone to qualify as a knife thrower.

4 - That's a "Chisaki is a good parent to Eri" AU as he probably replaces Lau as Izuku's connection to the criminal world. Also, cool tattoos. Because I was deprived of cool tattoos during the arc that introduced yakuza.

5 - Izuku's contract involves "getting as much vengeance as he craves" and alas for All for One, his thirst for vengeance is unquenchable. Izuku can hold a grudge against anything, but mainly AFO.

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game #kuroshitsuji au

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inkykeiji · 1 year ago

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aaaah what an incredible response!!!! (´∀｀)♡ thank you so much to everyone who’s sent something in, i can’t wait to write these!!! i will no longer be accepting any more requests <3 the words that have already been claimed are:

#1 early summer with bmb tomura

#2 pigeon with touya-nii

#3 strawberry moon with flawless tomura

#4 mint green with flawless tomura

#5 schools out with bmb tomura

#6 thirst with 1950s keigo

#7 dilapidated with sugar daddy natsuo

#8 bunny with twin!dabi + twin!touya

#9 lash with flawless tomura

#10 dark hair with bmb dabi

#11 sweet cream with flawless tomura

#12 faulty with 1950s keigo

#13 exposed throat with touya-nii

#15 can’t stand it with tag keigo

#16 pasttime with sd!nat shouto

#17 loon with dark academia (prof!) keigo

#18 dried fruit with tnii natsuo

#19 ten years ago with tag keigo

#20 car with sugar daddy natsuo

#21 psychology with touya-nii

#22 footbridge with bmb dabi

#23 blue dress with bmb dabi

#25 county fair with flawless tomura

#26 sickness with flawless tomura

#27 ravens and crows with dark academia touya

#28 time for [blank] with sd!nat touya

#30 archangel with touya-nii

last updated: oct 24 @ 9:42am EST

#@ the anon that sent in dark academia touya #please send in another one!!!!!!!!#i’d love to write for him but that word was already claimed by the time you sent it in >.< i’m sorry!!!#that’s why i wanted to make this list hahaha so everyone could see what had been taken so far <3 #eeee this is so much FUN i’ve never done something like this before!!!!!#the lil pieces are totally unedited so #they’re literally just for practice/writing exercise but i’m so glad you guys are helping me n participating <3 it means so much!!!!#inky.prompts #clari chatters

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candycandy00 · 2 years ago

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The League of Villains Heroes Prologue 1

Author's Note: This is going to be a long, multi-chapter story about what happens after the end of the story, how the remaining members of the League of Villains adapt to their new lives full of therapy and new jobs and new relationships. But, when they get dragged into a fight against an ancient evil trying to take over the planet, this group of former villains might have to become a group of reluctant heroes. No smut. Some strong language and violence later on.

Prologue 1: Shigaraki Prologue 2: Dabi Prologue 3: Toga Prologue 4: Spinner Prologue 5: Mr. Compress

Shigaraki Tomura shifted on the leather couch, still feeling slightly awkward to be here, even after all this time. The woman sitting across from him sat in a plush, high-backed chair, legs crossed, a clipboard in her lap which she periodically made notes in. She was probably in her early 50‘s, attractive for her age, neatly dressed with her dark hair pulled into fashionably loose bun.

The woman tapped her pen on the edge of the clipboard as she looked at him. “So what happened after that?” she asked.

Shigaraki shrugged. “Nothing. The guy let go of my shirt and walked away. I think he flipped me off, but I wasn’t sure. I went the other direction.”

“And you weren’t even tempted to decay him?”

“Nah. I’m not going back to prison over that asshole,” he said.

The woman smiled. “Excellent. You’ve come a long way, Tomura. Two years ago you told me you were struggling to keep from using your quirk on people who provoked you. Now you can shrug it off. That’s progress!”

Shigaraki bit back the urge to roll his eyes. “If that’s all two years of therapy can accomplish, I’m not sure it’s going so well.”

“You also said you’re getting along with your coworkers at your new job. And you’re still doing video game streaming on the side, correct?”

“Yeah,” Shigaraki answered.

The woman leaned forward and patted his knee. “Good for you. You said you really enjoy this streaming thing, and one of the fastest ways to recovery is focusing on doing things you enjoy.”

Shigaraki glanced at her face. She was a nice lady, his therapist. He didn’t hate her. In fact, in some ways, she reminded him a little of his mom. Not really in the way she looked, but the way she talked gently to him. But because he didn’t hate her, he felt like he couldn’t be completely honest with her. What would she think if he told her he ��enjoyed” destroying things? And decaying trash and plastics that can’t be recycled at the factory he worked at just wasn’t cutting it. His thirst had never been quenched. But a year in prison and two years of therapy had at least given him a desire to try to control his urges.

“I do enjoy streaming,” he said, “but I have to keep my face hidden. If people found out who I am, I’d probably lose every follower I have. Trying to destroy society isn’t exactly something I could make an apology video for.”

His therapist chuckled lightly. “Yes, I’m sure. But as long as you’re still having fun, that’s all that matters. And didn’t you say you did a joint stream with your friend the other day?”

“Spinner? Yeah. But he’s a much bigger streamer than me. He’s got three million followers. The joint stream gave me a boost but he gets nothing out of it.” Shigaraki was quiet for a moment, then said, “I thought you said it was a bad idea to have much contact with the other members of the League?”

Her face softened. “Yes, and I still feel that way overall. Having too much contact with them could take you back to a destructive mindset, and we don’t want any of you to regress. But I think cutting off contact completely is an equally bad idea. The five of you can support each other’s rehabilitation, in moderation. Just try to keep it down to online interactions or occasional one-on-one meetings.”

“Yeah, no problem there,” he said, and it was the truest thing he’d said to her all week. Spinner was the only former League member that Shigaraki was in regular contact with. Even that wasn’t all that often, with Spinner being so busy with his streaming career. The others rarely initiated contact with him, if at all. But if he texted them, all of them always replied, even Dabi (who was usually at least two days late and responded with as few words as possible). It gave him the sense that they were still there for him if he really needed them, and made him feel a warmth toward them that he frankly didn’t feel for anyone else. But beyond that, he had little contact with them.

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t miss their company from time to time. The months they’d spent together, often homeless, often crammed into whatever space they could find to keep their heads dry, had made them feel comfortable with each other in a way people who aren’t family rarely do. He wasn’t delusional. The League wasn’t a big happy family that all loved each other, but they understood each other, to a certain degree, and that was enough. On some nights when he couldn’t sleep, he’d be struck by memories of curling up on a stained mattress on the floor of some abandoned shack, Spinner’s scaly arm draped over Shigaraki’s chest, Toga’s hair fanning out and getting in his mouth, Mr. Compress’s foot jabbing his leg. He’d thought it miserable at the time, but now… on those uncommon nights when sleep wouldn’t come, he would trade his spacious apartment with the queen-sized bed for that cramped shack in a heartbeat.

His therapist was talking again, asking him if he’d been forming any meaningful relationships at work. He got along well enough with the people he worked with. No one bothered him, and no one ignored him either. But he wouldn’t call any of them friends. “They’re just co-workers,” he said.

“Aside from Spinner, do you have anyone else you’d call a friend? That you actually spend time with?”

“Does my dog count?”

She smiled but shook her head.

Shigaraki thought for a moment, then arrived at an answer he wasn’t sure he liked. “I guess… Midoriya.”

Her face lit up. “Oh, the hero you have to check in with every week?”

“Yeah,” he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice. As part of his probation, he had to “check in” with Midoriya once a week. It could have been any hero, but Midoriya had volunteered, and Shigaraki had accepted. It wasn’t a huge deal. Sometimes they just met for coffee and the “check in” was done in ten minutes. Midoriya usually asked him the standard questions: How is work? Are you still going to therapy? How’s Mon-chan doing? Nothing too invasive, and Shigaraki appreciated that. But sometimes the hero stayed longer and talked to Shigaraki about his own life. At first, this had made Shigaraki feel uncomfortable, even awkward, but over time he’d come to enjoy the longer talks. He’d never say that to Midoriya though.

After a few more questions, the therapist laid her pen and clipboard on a nearby table and stood up. “Alright, I think we’re done for today,” she said.

Shigaraki stood up then too and pulled on his jacket. It was January, so the air was crisp and cold even though this winter had so far been mild.

“Have a great weekend!” the woman called as Shigaraki gave her a casual wave and left her office. He didn’t have to stop to schedule another appointment. He came in twice a week, like clockwork. This was another stipulation for his release from prison after only one year. If he ever refused to come in for therapy, or to check in with Midoriya, he’d be locked up again.

Shigaraki walked down the street, tightening his jacket around himself. It was late afternoon, and he thought he saw a snowflake fly past. He idly wondered if the trench coat in the back of his closet would be warm enough for snowy weather as he walked by small stores, ramen shops, bars, and the odd apartment building.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he pulled it out. It was probably a text from Spinner, or maybe his boss letting him know he had to come in tomorrow for some stupid reason. As he tapped his phone to look at the notifications, he was surprised that the text was from Mr. Compress (who didn’t go by that name anymore, but Shigaraki had as much trouble not calling him that as he had adjusting to calling Dabi Touya). He opened the text and stopped walking to read it.

“We’re having a little League reunion tonight at Chisa’s Bar. 7pm. Hope you can make it!”

Shigaraki looked at the clock on his phone. It was 5pm. He had plenty of time to go home, feed Mon-chan, rest for a little while, get his coat, and make it to Chisa’s. He quickly tapped out a response to the message.

“I’ll be there.”

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and headed for his apartment.

#Lov fanfiction #Shigaraki Tomura #Shigaraki Fanfiction #League of Villains #LoV #BNHA fanfiction #Long fic

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nymphoheretic · 2 years ago

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Requests

Open | Closed

I currently write for Demon Slayer(Kimestsu no Yaiba), My Hero Academia (Boku no Hero Academia), Attack on Titan(Shingeki no Kyoujin) Bleach, Blue Lock, Obey Me, Tokyo Revengers, Haikyuu, Naruto, and Jujustsu Kaisen. Please be patient with me when requesting as I work full time and go to school full time.

Rules:

Every character I write for is considered to be 18+. If you have a problem with aging up fictional characters, then please block me and carry on.

I will only take 3 slots for fic requests because I’m so slow with them and my own writing. I will try to get them out as soon as I can, but please understand that my own projects take priority.

Head canons and Thirsts: unlimited

I only do Character x reader

I only write AFAB or GN readers but please state your pronouns, what you want and if it is Nsfw/Sfw

My only hard limits are Scat, vomit, Necrophilia, Pedophilia, waterworks, zoophilia (hybrids are okay), feet.

Who I prefer to write for: (Under the cut due to length)

Demon Slayer

Kyoujuro Rengoku

Giyuu Tomioka

Tengen Uzui

Gyoumei Himejima

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Tanjirou Kamado

Inosuke Hashibara

Zenitsu Amagastu

Sabito

Mitsuri Kanroji

Shinobu Kocho

Muzan

Upper Three kizuki

Hantengu clones(Not Zohakuten)

My Hero Academia

Shouto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoriya

Eijirou Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Tamaki Amajiki

Touya “Dabi” Todoroki

Rumi “Miruko” Usagiyama

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman

Eren Jeager

Jean Kristien

Connie Springer

Zoe Hange

Porco Gillard

Bleach

Any character except, Espada 8,9,10 and Mayuri Kurotsuchi (I love the mad scientist but I don't want to get inside his head)

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Keisuke Baji

Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Shuuji Hanma

Takuya Mitsuya

Chifuyu Matsuno

Takemichi Hanagaki

Taiju Shiba

More to be added as I read the Manga

Haikyuu

Tetsurou Kuroo

Kenma Kozume

Kotaro Bokuto

Rintaro Suna

Tooru Oikawa

Kei Tsukishima

Yuu Nishinoya

Naruto

Itachi Uchiha

Sasuke Uchiha

Naruto Uzumaki

Madara Uchiha

Obito Uchiha

Kakashi Hakate

Neji Hyuuga

Jujustu Kaisen

Yuuji Itadori

Ryoumen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Mahito

Megumi Fugishiro

Toge Inumaki

Maki Zen'in

Yuuta Okkastu

Blue Lock

Any character except Echo

Obey me

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Leviathan

Lucifer

Mammon

Satan

Solomon

I do not and will never however write for the following characters: Kisaki Tetta, Enji Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki, Gyuutaro, and Zeke Jeager

#nymph.requests♡#nymphomanic♡

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mysicklove · 1 year ago

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Shigiraki's just pathetic. He'd get off by grinding on your shoe if you commanded it, and would moan if you stepped on his dick and insulted him. You're touching him so already he'd consider it some twisted sort of heaven.

-🍶

hes so desperate for anything, that he will take anything he recieves. whether it be the soft touch of your hand, or the sole of your shoe, either way hes moaning under you, and staring at you with the most lovesick eyes. its cute though, bc you can just run your fingers through his hair, and hes leaning into the touch like a cat, desperate for warmth and comfort.

#thirsting hours #🍶 darling #tomura thirsts <3

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kissatoru · 1 year ago

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

KEIGO TAKAMI

nothing here yet!

MITSURI KANROJI

nothing here yet!

OSAMU DAZAI

thirst — overstimming him<3

MULTI-CHARACTER

boys with long hair and hair pulling kinks — ft. eren jaeger, suguru geto, chuuya nakahara, tomura shigaraki, aki hayakawa, giyuu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku and more

big strong subby men — ft. reiner braun, tengen uzui, kyojuro rengoku, kotaro bokuto, arataki itto, nicholas d. wolfwood

boys who tell you to ‘fuck them properly’ — ft. satoru gojo, tomura shigaraki, eren jaeger, floch forster, osamu dazai, toru oikawa

kissdrunk — ft. armin arlert, mitsuri kanroji, aizetsu, suguru geto, shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, aki hayakawa

sweetly teasing — ft. armin arlert, kento nanami, suguru geto, giyuu tomioka, keigo takami

bratty subs — ft. eren jaeger, toji fushiguro, touya todoroki, muzan kibutsuji, sanemi shinazugawa

pussy worship — ft. armin arlert, kyojuro rengoku, keigo takami, kento nanami

#( ★ ) navi.

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hhawks · 3 years ago

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shigaraki and his chubby little girlfriend who he can’t keep his hands off of. he just has to be holding her All the Time, patting his lap for her to sit down despite her protests of, i’ll crush you, and i can just go sit on a chair, it’s fine really— but shiggy is having none of it, pulling her down by the wrist onto his lap so he can lean his tired head on her shoulder, hold her plush skin close to him. she’s just got so much to love, he always tells her, reminds her when he’s gripping her waist her thighs her hips when he’s balls deep inside her. “love you, love your body,” he’s murmuring the whole time, lovesick and daydreaming as he sinks his cock into her puffy cunt over and over. “so fuckin’ gorgeous, all of you.” and she’s whining, nodding along, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him close. and he loves, loves to fold her into a mating press to see the way her stomach rolls, to grip her tits and bury his face between them. loves to pant into her mouth and let her suck on his tongue as he makes her cream around him time and time again. he thinks he’s in heaven every time he gets to touch her soft body, feels the way she trembles under him. shiggy loves his chubby lil gf.

#and by her i mean me i’m shiggy’s chubby lil gf #hera is h word #chubby reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki thirst #shiggy baby <3 #mha smut #bnha smut #hera loves tenko #writing tag #.top

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sems-diarie · 3 years ago

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sem sem if its ok could you spare us crumbs of shigaraki and chubby gf 🥺🤲🏻

if not thats okay bubby have a nice day ❤️

“What’s wrong with you?” Shigaraki rasps, red eyes shifting to bore into your unsuspecting face.

Your eyes flee from his instantly, searching around the room to gaze everywhere but at your boyfriend. You even fiddle with your fingers, a habit you fall back into when you’re sad. Shigaraki wishes you’d just be upfront and say it—but you’re so skittish, so evasive. It pairs nastily with hungry, sticky-fingered Tomura Shigaraki.

“Uh,” your knees knock together. Shigaraki casts a long look to where you sit, plastered to the rolling chair beside his bed. You keep fidgeting—brushing your thighs together and sometimes reaching over to tug at the sleeve of his shirt.

“Yes?” He snarks, sarcastically.

“Can.. I want—,” you’re talking, he’s sure of it. Shigaraki can hear the sweetness melting down his earlobes like honey. But he’s distracted, first by your thighs, soft and supple and thick beneath the short hem of your skirt, the—zing! zing! zing! He snaps back around to watch the television screen. He can’t keep letting you distract him like this.

“Fuck!” He exclaims, thumbs lifting from the controller as he dies—unfairly, might he add. He’s getting cheated (he always is).

“What’d you want?” He sticks his neck out in your direction.

You jump at his loudness, his directness. He doesn’t… think too hard about the consequences of his actions. About how he makes other people feel. He’s a brash man, your boyfriend.

“Spit it out,” he gripes when you fumble for the right words.

“I just.. wanna sit on your lap.”

You’re shaking, you’re so nervous. You’ve been afraid to ask because—because you’re bigger than him. Heavier. Rounder. And ‘Raki can be mean sometimes, unintentionally and intentionally. You’ve been terrified that he’d say something heartbreakingly blunt, disrespectful but… true all the same. Especially because you always dance around conversations regarding your suppleness.

“So fucking c’mere, then.”

You blink, surprised. “You sure?”

“Hurry up,” he seethes, red eyes flashing to your face, “the game is loading.”

“M’going!” You jump to your feet, flustered and excited and feeling a new layer of clingy spread through your chest. Tomu helps you onto the bed and into his lap, quickly enough that he doesn’t have to be idle when his next game match starts up.

“Fuck,” he gripes a few matches later. Maybe half an hour’s worth of having a pretty girl plop herself in his lap before he starts fidgeting beneath you. “Wait, wait, I’m getting.. hard. Shit.”

#shigaraki tomura x chubby!reader #chubby!reader #shig <3 #bnha thirst

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misc-headcanons · 5 years ago

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ohshootididntreadthenewchapter BUT I NEED TO ASK HOW R U FEELIN MOTH TOMURA IN THIS CHILLIS?

Well as a child I had a thing for Mothman that never went away, so when I saw Moth!Tomura I basically went

#Anonymous #i love tomura in all of his forms #ESPECIALLY the moth one :3 #tomura #tomura shigaraki #bnha #thirst

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lazysimp · 3 years ago

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BNHA 2021 Kinktober Masterlist

All works are EXPLICIT MDNI!

main masterlist ┃AO3

Fics will be added to this list via a hyperlink as they are posted. This list is not set in stone and will be subject to change as inspiration hits. These works will range in size from thirsts to full fics

Please mind the trigger warnings, many of these fics will contain dark content!

•─────⋅Ѽ⋅─────•

Day 1. Figging┃Aizawa Shouta x fem

Day 2. Figging┃Aizawa Shouta x male

Day 3. Somnophilia┃Hawks x fem

Day 4. Somnophilia┃Hawks x male

Day 5. Stuck in a wall┃Togata Mirio x fem

Day 6. Stuck in a wall┃Togata Mirio x male

Day 7: Electroshock┃Kaminari Denki x fem

Day 8. Electroshock┃Kaminari Denki x male

Day 9. Stockholm Syndrome┃Tomura Shigaraki x fem

Day 10. Stockholm Syndrome┃Tomura Shigaraki x male

Day 11. Exhibitionism┃Midoriya Izuku x fem

Day 12. Exhibitionism┃Midoriya Izuku x male

Day 13. Lactation┃Bull Bakugou x Fem

Day 14. Lactation┃Bull Bakugou x male

Day 15. Mind control┃Shinso Hitoshi x fem

Day 16. Mind control┃Shinso Hitoshi x male

Day 17. Heat/Rut┃Amajiki Tamaki x fem

Day 18. Heat/Rut┃Amajiki Tamaki x male

Day 19. Break

Day 20. Break

Day 21. Vibrations┃Shindo Yo x fem

Day 22. Vibrations┃Shindo Yo x male

Day 23. Medical Exam┃Chisaki Kai x fem

Day 24. Medical Exam ┃Chisaki Kai x male

Day 25. Break

Day 26. Break

Day 27. Breeding part l┃Todoroki Shoto x fem

Day 28. Breeding part l┃Todoroki Shoto x male

Day 29. Break

Day 30. Breeding part ll┃Todoroki Shoto x fem

Day 31. Breeding part ll┃Todoroki Shoto x male

#kinktober 2021 #kinktober #kinktober masterlist #bhna smut

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a-shy-blueberry · 3 years ago

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Cum On In

A/N: Literally just wanted to thirst about Shigaraki eating his cum and instead it grew into this. Thank you so much to @eikatslut; @katonshoko; and @touyas-peach for your help!! And for listening to me rant about this for so long. 😭😭😭 And an extra special thanks to @eikatslut for beta’ing!

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x F! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: When Shigaraki lets your name slip, and you slip his, tensions mount till you find him fucking himself in your bed, i.e.you peg the guy and a bunch of other nasty stuff.

Warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Female Masturbation, Male Masturbation, Sex Toys, Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation (Sort of), Cum Eating, Anal Play, Anal Plug, Anal Fingering, Pegging, Alcohol, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Oral M! Receiving, Cunnilingus, Switch! Reader, Switch! Shigaraki.

Word Count: 4.6k

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In your defense, you'd never meant to fall for your boss.

You had joined the League of Villains out of a sense of righting a wrong world. Aspirations of starting over and fixing society compelled you to join his cause. So, when you finally signed up, you had been expecting an imposing figure. An idol among men for people to gather around. Someone who'd strike anyone as malicious the second they laid eyes on him.

Instead, you had Shiggy….

Granted he was positively terrifying. Just only when the moment called for it. As a member of the League, you were far more likely to catch him in his plaid pajama pants sleepily brushing his teeth. His hair all ruffled up from a long night. Or sleep-deprived and over-caffeinated after a late-night gaming binge; like the walking dead and in desperate need of a nap. Then you had your personal favorite, nervous Shigaraki that retreated into his hoodie just a bit, a faint blush on his cheeks, completely unfiltered as always but a hint of bluster as he yelled at you to get lost. Even though he was far from what you had expected, he still managed to make your heart thump.

Sure, he was rough around the edges, but there was something that just drew you to him. Like the fact that despite being the center of the LoV he seemed to cling to the outskirts, choosing a drink with Kurogiri over getting into the antics of everyone else.

That and you knew he was at least mildly interested, catching him more than once checking out your ass or chest. Turning bright red and angrily muttering at you if you so much as implied what he was up to. So, while you certainly hadn’t meant to but somewhere in all those nights sitting at a cozy bar or stuck somewhere on a mission going south, you’d found that you had grown interested, too. Not that you could do anything about it though. The moves you had made to get closer to him so far had gone ignored or met with hostility and you had a sinking suspicion Shigaraki was the kind of person to ignore rather than confront any urges in your favor.

Boy had you been wrong.

Shigaraki never meant to fall for you.

He had always been alone, or at least, it’d been so long since he’d had anyone it felt like it’d always been just him. That was just what he was used to. He never really expected to have anyone.

So why were you so puzzling to him?

It wasn’t as though there was this lightning moment, you certainly weren’t presented as a romantic interest. Just a new recruit like anyone else. Then a member, like many more around you. Doing what was expected, like anyone else. A standard companion rather than any kind of special character. Except you just kept showing up.

All the time.

When missions ended up fucked and he’d have to force an evacuation, or when he was at the hideout, a rare moment where his guard was down.

A stupid smile on your face, honeyed words, and understanding. He wanted you. Wanted to figure out why you always had a sweet thing to say to him when he did nothing but spit venom or ignore you.

You were on his mind all the time. But his curiosity wasn’t as bad as his imagination.

Nails scratching down his thighs, mouth wrapped around his cock, eyes wide and innocent, not so dissimilar from the wide-eyed look you gave him every time you interacted.

He was tortured, images of you haunting him, unable to escape you during the day and night, your perfume on his nose, phantom feelings of your skin under his fingerprints. It was a cruel joke, not like anyone would let him touch them, especially not you.

So, if he was going to be alone forever anyways, he had to do something to ease this tension.

It started small. A pocket pussy when his fist no longer felt like enough.

The tight feeling of it around his cock never failed to send him cross-eyed in pleasure, filling it up with his cum as he imagined that it was you who was bouncing on his cock. Your cunt squeezing him like a vice grip as you milked him for all he's worth.

But he was still curious, wondering what it'd be like to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, leaving lipstick rings around him. The curiosity was insatiable, till he was sending you out on a mission, sneaking into your room while you were away. Grabbing your favorite shade just so he can see what it'd look like. The sight alone had him almost cumming, too lost in the image of painting your pretty face with his cum.

He wondered if you’d like that, like licking the cum from off your face. Wiping fingers down your chest and sucking on them to clean them off. He wondered what it would be like, trying his own cum to see if it tastes alright. The salty-sweet flavor was addicting, the taboo nature of what he was doing, how gross he was being. Jacking himself off only to clean himself off with his tongue. Wondering how your juices would be different. Craving to see how they mixed. Filling your tight little pussy with his cum only to eat it out of you.

He was becoming insatiable.

You had counted yourself lucky that you shared a wall with Shiggy, almost silent for the most part, only sometimes waking you up by shouting at his games in the middle of the night but for the most part he’d been quiet.

Not anymore.

Something changed dramatically in the last month, his sounds keeping you up throughout the night, the squelching of his cock, and his latest toy spinning your head around. Spending your nights biting your fist, an ear pressed to your shared wall as you caught his little whimpers.

Fingering yourself maddeningly as you tried to race him to your pleasure, challenging yourself, one, two, and sometimes three orgasms before he finally came. Imagining what it’d be like, having him abuse your cunt instead of some toy he’d picked up. You could scarcely meet his eye anymore. Sure, that your desperation would show on your face. Desperate to pin him down and fuck yourself on him till you couldn’t cum anymore.

It all came to a head one night, three fingers shoved into your cunt, your face shoved into a pillow, humping your hand like mad when you heard it.

He was calling out your name.

“Come on, cum for me, please,” you heard him beg, moving your hand in time to his strokes, closing your eyes and pretending he was there above you. His begging growing louder as you both grew more desperate.

You didn’t know what came over you. You were so close, so caught up in the vision when it slipped out. A near-silent plea.

“Tomura please,”

You came right then, hearing as Shigaraki’s strokes stuttered out.

“Shit shit shit,” he grunted out as he came.

You sat there in silent terror. Waiting for the inevitable. Waiting for him to come in but he never did. It wasn’t until well into the afternoon the next day did you dare exit your room.

But Shigaraki was already long gone.

“Tomura please.”

He heard you, he knew he did.

Your voice, unmistakable. His first name on your lips, all breathy.

The memory sent blood straight to his cock. The stuttered sound of your voice as you came with him.

He spent the night shell-shocked. How could you have this much of an effect on him? He was beyond this, you were far more like some random NPC, someone he shouldn't be focused on. And yet you cursed him. He thought it was bad before, but now his dreams had an audio track. Over and over.

“Tomura please,”

And league outings were only making it worse. Clearly, you didn’t think he heard you, treating him as if he didn’t exist, even though you were the one that said his name. Flirting with the new recruits, laughing with Toga and Twice, or worse… Dabi

It was on one night that you especially seemed intent on torturing him. Drunk off your ass when everyone started swapping sex stories, you in the center of it all detailing your little arsenal of toys to your compatriots and exactly how you used them, a glimmer of glee in your eyes as you watched their collective mouths drop. Then with a shrug, like it was no big deal at all you said, “Sure all of that is fun, but what I want is to try pegging sometime.”

Several guys around you shifted uncomfortably, but Dabi just leaned in closer, purring for your attention. Making Shigaraki seethe. Failing to realize that you were paying attention to one person in particular as you kept going. His face flushed as you described the dream. Shigaraki’s pants growing tight as you giggled to yourself in embarrassment, before passing the attention on to someone else.

That final straw snapped him. Later that night he fell into an internet spiral. Learning everything he could. He wanted to prepare himself for you. He knew he needed more than just his hand to work himself open. He remembered your earlier conversation, well aware you were still in the bar with the rest of the League, trying to sop up the liquor with food, occupied for the next several hours. It was time for you to deal with the consequences of tormenting him for so long. So, he quietly entered the hall. Opening your bedroom door and closing it behind him.

Hesitantly, he looked under your bed, spotting a box tucked in the back just as you described. A little pink plug nestled against a bottle of lube, and a slimmer box placed there as well. He grabbed the lube, slicking up his fingers, hunched over on all fours as he teased his hole. One finger circling the rim. Carefully working his way in. Wriggling it deeper. Grabbing the plug next. Hovering it over his whole as he gently pushed it in. The stretch was intense, trying not to force himself through anything, all while he craved more. Finally, he had it all the way in. It was a strange sensation, not unpleasant, and as he squeezed around it, he could feel himself getting harder. Squirting out more lube, he slicked his length, pumping up and down as he played with the plug.

And that’s where you found him

You stumbled into your room, far later than you’d expected. Closing the door behind you before flipping on the light. And there he was, laying, his ass up as his fingers played with that cute little hole of his. Stretching himself out so he could take your cock. Your plug nestled in his ass, his other hand desperately jerking his cock. You were still a little tipsy from the remnants of alcohol in your system. Just enough to embolden you, and make you not question why he was here.

You could feel your panties getting wet at the sight before you. Arguably the most powerful man you've ever met reduced to a whiny mess. Collapsed on the bed, spit dribbling out of his mouth and a mess of lube and cum leaking out of his ass and cock. Humping his hand desperately as he made eye contact with you pleading for help. Too close to his orgasm to feel embarrassed. You spot your box of toys next to him. Noting that it was your plug in his ass, and your lube making a mess over your sheets. He hadn’t stopped his hand yet, still desperately close as he watched you take him in. Deciding what to do. He just looked so cute like this, his eyes crossed in pleasure, his cock red, and leaking. You feel your thighs pressing together, a month's worth of lusting after him hitting you all at once. You desperately wanted to help him.

So of course, you did.

You were already drenched from the sight of his debauched state, moving to the bed, and helping him onto his back. You were both silent at first, nothing more than moving together as you both processed what was happening. Nothing but labored breathing and small noises filling up the silence. You clasped his wrists and pulled them away from him. Forcing him to grasp onto the bed frame with four fingers before letting your mouth descend on his cock.

First, you blew lightly. Enjoying the cute little way, he whined and bucked his hips at you. Then you were letting the head sit on your tongue as you swirled it around. Closing your lips around him and sucking hard. Having your tongue loll out from your mouth to lick him further down the base before you follow not far behind with the rest of your mouth. Bringing your hands to play with the heavy sack sitting at the base of his cock. His hips twitching each time you touch him.

He had been achingly close for so long and watching his fantasy be fulfilled before his very eyes was proving too much to handle. The sight of ruby red lips enclosed around the base of his cock while tears pricked in your eyes as you struggled to take all of him was emblazoned forever in his mind. You can feel the way he's getting closer, the tension in his cock unbearably tight when you pull off. Earning a growl from Shigaraki.

"Behave," you warned, and he eyed you suspiciously before you started removing clothes. Pulling off your shirt first, then discarding your pants. You hear an audible gasp when you let your bra fall. And Shigaraki looked like he was already in nirvana, tongue lolled out and drooling just at the sight of your breasts. The look didn’t last long though as you teasingly snapped the elastic of your panties. His gaze snapping downwards as you shimmy out of them. Turning around and wiggling your ass at him before walking back. Enjoying the confident boost from the thorough eye-fucking that Shigaraki was giving you.

You climbed onto the bed, grabbing at Shigaraki’s wrists, with one hand and taking his ankles with the other, effectively folding him in half and having him hold his legs as you peered at the plug, wrapping your fingers around the base before wiggling it deeper, forcing a moan out of Shigaraki's mouth while he wiggled away from you.

"Do you want me to continue?" You asked staring him down. Shigaraki dropped his legs, scooting back towards you before grabbing them again, presenting himself to you.

"Please," he mumbled, so quiet you could barely hear it. So, you continued, holding onto the plug yet again and wiggling it till you had removed it completely, staring at the gaping hole between his legs before he flexed, and it began to shrink. You looked around on the bed for some lube, spotting the small bottle discarded next to Shiggy, and lubed up your fingers.

Taking a singular finger, you traced just the edge of his asshole with your finger, watching as his hole clenched in anticipation of something. He was already stretched out for you from his earlier activities, so you managed to slowly slide in two of your fingers without much resistance. Carefully wriggling them around to stretch him out further, before hitting that specific spot that had him shuddering. Moving your fingers in and out, just brushing up against it as Shigaraki wailed for you. His legs shaking in his hold as he spread out for you.

“Oh, Shiggy you’re just sucking in my fingers,” you could feel him clenching around them. Panting as you pushed in and out.

Watching the way his cock jerked, spouting pre all over his chest, bobbing for your attention. His eyes were closed, whimpering as you separated your fingers then scissored them, stretching out his hole further.

“Makes me wonder. Was this little show all for me? Shiggy the little slut just wanting some attention huh?” He bucked his hips at the name, bearing down on your fingers as you thrust them in deeper, groaning.

"Was it a show for me Shiggy, climbing into my bed? Using my plug? Or are you just that much of a whore you couldn't control yourself?" You took your other hand fondling his balls before swiping it around the weeping tip of his dick while he shivered under you.

"For you, all for you," he stuttered out hips snapping into your hand. You moved down, squeezing the base of his cock before withdrawing your hand. Shigaraki cried out, but he didn't move his hands, moving his hips more harshly onto your fingers instead.

“Well in that case, why don't we have some fun?" You said eyes glinting with mischief "I wonder how you’d react to something bigger? Say my strap? Would you want that Shiggy?” he shook his head, but you could feel the way he was clenching around you when you said that.

“I think you’d look so pretty, all stretched out on my cock, crying as I split you open,” you could see cock bobbing, more pre pooling at the tip as you continued to talk.

“Come on Shiggy, let me fuck you,”

He stopped for a moment, looking at you, his eyes calculating. Measuring for any tricks up your sleeve.

“You want to fuck me?” The question caught you off guard.

“God yes I do, fuck Shiggy do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” you could see the blush forming on his cheeks. The gears were turning in his head.

“S-shut up,” he told you, but he was struggling to maintain his composure as you wiggled your fingers again.

“Please Shiggy,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes in an exaggerated motion.

“Fine,” he muttered, and you withdrew your fingers, ignoring his whimpers as you denied him yet another orgasm and, kissing him to quiet him down, as you grabbed the box next to him.

You unbox the strap, it wasn’t anything major, only about 6 inches, and fairly slender, but it’d be a stretch for his first time. Pulling the harness on and snapping in the dildo, you looked over to Shiggy the blush of his cheeks was deepening as he avoided your eyes, choosing instead to focus on the bright purple cock you were about to ruin him with.

“Aww aren’t you the cutest little pervert,” you cooed crawling over to him.

“You like my cock, Shiggy? Want me to fuck you with it?” he grumbled at you in response as you lubed up your strap, moving till you were between his legs.

“Ah ah ah, I want to hear you,” you tutted. Swirling the silicone dick around his puckered hole.

“Want you... to fuck me,” he rasped. His cock bobbing as you pressed against his hole.

You pressed into him, slowly pushing through the resistance his hole was giving you. Pulling out and swapping with your fingers again to stretch him wider, over and over till you were slotted all the way in. Shigaraki’s back arching each time you pushed deeper, his cock bobbing for attention, red and dripping with pre. His legs spreading wider then snapping closed on you as though he couldn’t decide if it was too much or if he wanted more.

You set a slow pace, thrusting into him deeply as your hips met the back of his thighs. Listening to the sweet little noise every time you found that special spot inside him, grazing against it just right. Over and over. Rolling your hips at the end of each stroke.

Your hand traced down his chest. Tweaking his nipples before coming to wrap around his cock, causing him to gasp and jerk as you stroked his cock. His legs shaking in his grasp already. His neck arching out for you. You bent over, nipping at the sensitive flesh. Speeding up your thrusts in time with your hand.

“M’so close,” he cried. His spine curving to meet you " Please let me cum?" He begged, his hips stuttering into you as he ground down onto your cock, desperately chasing that high before you denied him yet again.

“That’s it, cum for me,” you snapped your hips faster, speeding your wrist as he twitched and tears sprouting in the corners of his eyes as he bucked into your hand and back down against your strap. He was so close, but the sensations were all so much. You swirled your thumb across the tip of his cock and slammed your strap into him, hitting him just right as he came apart, his cum shooting all over your chest. His load coated you, the denial for so long building up an insane load. You pulled out, grabbing a tissue, you wiped the sweat from Shigaraki's brow before turning to yourself intending to wipe cum off of you when Shiggy pounced. Pulling you by your hips till you were under him, pinning you to the bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked but he interrupted you, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you deeply, his tongue coming to run across the seam of your lips before descending down your neck sucking lightly and moving again. His tongue coming out to lap his cum spattered on your breasts. Flicking over your nipple before descending lower, lapping a trail down your belly as he continued to clean you off. Making his way down to your thighs kissing and nipping at the inner skin.

“Shiggy ahhh!” you keened, and he stopped.

"It's Tomura," he said bluntly staring you down.

"What?" You asked, thoroughly confused.

"You called me Tomura before, I want you to use it when you're screaming my name," you felt your cheeks grow hot at the reminder as he grinned wickedly licking his lips before descending back to your thighs.

"Oh-okay," you stammered out. He smirked, licking a stripe up your slit causing you to jerk and shout in surprise.

"Ahhh Tomura!" He eyed you and nodded, continuing to eat you out. Swirling his tongue around your clit then flattening it into a point and entering you. Swirling around that tight ring of muscle before curling and retreating as he sucked in your juices.

"You taste so good," he moaned into you. Taking four fingers to spread your thighs wider as went deeper inside of you, coming out to lap at your clit again, leaving no part of you unattended.

"Tomura please," you whined as he licks up your cunt again. Determined to hear that phrase from you as many times as he’d imagined it in his head.

Settling on your clit as he drew it into his mouth. Playing with it with his tongue and sucking hard. Your back arched as a tendril of pleasure shot through you and you gushed a little more into his awaiting mouth.

"Shit you taste too good,” his erection growing as he ground against the bedsheets, desperately seeking some kind of friction. His cock, already hardening again.

"Tomura I’m close," you mewled your hips jerking, rubbing your cunt on his face. He dived in deeper, lapping and sucking at your clit before moving down to lavish your hole in attention. Bringing in his fingers to replace his tongue, pistoning them in and out as he played with your clit. Sucking on it gently, over and over at a maddening pace that drove you insane.

“Come on and cum already,” he growled into your pussy, the vibrations in your cunt sending you over the edge.

You carded your fingers in his hair, pulling him as close your cunt as you could while you rode his face to your completion, lost in the feel of his tongue, and the way his fingers curled just right. Working you through your orgasm as you jerked around. When you finally came down, he was still going, working you towards overstimulation.

“Stop s’too much” you begged, carding your fingers through his hair as you dragged him up.

He released your clit with a pop, your slick shining on his chin.

“Come here,” you said, framing his face with your hands as you brought your lips to his, tasting the saltiness of yourself on his tongue. You pulled away, momentarily distracted by something hot and angry bobbing against your thigh. You brought your leg around his waist to guide him against you. Rubbing your drenched slit against his length, taking in the way he shuddered under your touch.

You rubbed against him again, catching the tip for a moment watching the way his eyes rolled back in his head and he bared his neck at the sensation. You could already feel your inner walls clenching in anticipation, desiring to feel the way his thick cock stretched you out.

“Fuck me Tomura,” you breathed.

“Shit. Yeah, I can do that,” he nodded He grabbed his length, swiping a thumb across the tip to spread his pre before swirling the tip across your slit, coating the head in your slick. Pushing into you slowly. Groaning as he filled you inch by inch.

You gritted your teeth, the stretch of him already a lot but the burn turned to pleasure as he pressed further. His hips coming to meet your pelvis as he hilted himself in you. The first thrust moving your whole body with it as he pushed into you again.

“Shit shit shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned pressing into you in slow strokes as he stretched you out. His fingers coming to play with your clit as you squelched around him.

“Need more Tomura,” you whined. Bucking your hips to meet him on his downwards stroke.

He ignored you, continuing his same agonizing pace as you wiggled around him.

“Tomura please,” you begged, and he smirked to himself picking up the pace, his balls slapping against your ass as his thrusts grew harder, removing his hand from your clit to brace himself better. You, bouncing along with him as he pounded into you. You could feel the coil in your belly already forming again, the friction of his pelvis against your clit, working you up as the stretch of his cock made your eyes cross in pleasure.

He kept speeding up his hips stuttering as he grew close to his orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close, cum with me?” he begged, changing his angle and rutting into you deeper. “Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me,” he cried out and you came apart, convulsing around him as he came, painting your inner walls with his cum as he slammed into one final time. Lost in the way you milked his cum with each squeeze of your cunt. Collapsing on top of you.

He stayed like that for a moment, warming his cock inside you as you came down. Missing the way your eyes filled with affection when you looked at him.

“Hey there,” you said softly. He grunted, rolling off you. You sat up making a move to get up when his arms snaked around your waist pulling you into his chest.

“Tomura! I’m all gross” You exclaimed.

“Shut up, you’re fine” he grumbled, snuggling his head into your hair.

“We have to clean up,” you complained. Trying to wiggle free.

“In a minute,” he said, tightening his grip around you. You rolled your eyes, giving up, and trying to fight a smile from appearing.

“Fine, just a little bit,” you said. The soft snoring coming from behind you clued you in that it’d be far longer. So, you turned around in his arms, kissing him briefly on the forehead before settling into his arms.

“Night Tomura.”

You drifted off too, pleasantly encircled in his arms. And when he woke up, you knew he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

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