ILOVEURFEMSHIGARAKI HC's SO MUCH do you have more??
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Honestly I've been so busy that headcanons are probably gonna be easier than fics for a while.
Fem Shigaraki x Reader Headcanons Pt. 2!!
Warnings: fem reader in mind, cisnormative genderswap, wlw/lesbian themes, shiggy is super bpd coded, some headcanons aren't relationship related, NSFW 18+ (Minors don't interact)
Shes giving me Catra vibes tbh
I full heartedly think she's a female gooner. Like she's at it everyday, at least once. Even during shark week 🩸. She might even stand the chance at outgooning most guys.
I think she could be prone to hypersexuality too. So just episodes of time where she wants you so bad that she get sore ovaries!!
It's like she's going through heat or something. Ovulation for Shiggy is wild.
But if it's you who's horny, she's so funny
She's always got some smart ass thing to say
"Ovulating all by yourself, sweetums?" 😈
She is a tiddie girl for sure. Hand them over!!! (..but be careful. It's Shiggy after all).
Her physique feels boney yet tough at the same time. She's a very strong girl, literally and figuratively. She will impress you!!!
She's a cuddle bug but won't admit it and seldom is the one to ask for snuggles. But when you do, she's instantly saying yes and so excited for you to hold her. She enjoys your warmth so much. You are her home.
She is honestly giving me juggalette vibes all around
Red flag gal for sure. But with patience, she has the potential to be pretty caring actually
She's not great with communicating. She can be very brash at times. She's not always good at communicating her needs either. So she may get upset over things you had no idea about every now and then. Often it's just because she's afraid of pushing you away by being vulnerable, she also sees it as weakness, and in turn she sabotages shit and may push you away anyways.
She loves dates!! And loves the small things. Even if you just listen to her ramble about games she loves, make her a sandwich, or tell her how pretty she is and mean it, she's going to melt eventually.
Acts of service are definitely a strong love language for her
If you take her shopping, you'll discover that she's much more of a fashionista than you would assume. She often wears scrubby clothes, but she does enjoy looking nice sometimes. Makes her feel attractive and powerful. She'll drag you to hot topic or somewhere edgy looking. Definitely encourages you to look nice too, she likes eye candy.
She's a very funny girl. Always has a witty comment to say and punchlines in her ammo.
"Kill all men? When?"
She's terrified of rejection. But like I said before, she'll sabatoge relationships to protect herself. She's afraid you'll do it first and she knows she can't handle being the recipient.
Very sensitive to criticism, but this gets better with time. She'll start to see it as ways to improve rather than taking it personally. But she'll likely still take it personally at times.
She often has tangles in her hair. AFO didn't teach her much about grooming. Doesn't really know how to style it either, so she just tosses it up into a messy bun when necessary.
I have an idea that she would've started her period young. About 8 to 10 years old range. Girls who grow up in severely traumatic environments often develop faster. Sometimes it's opposite, but I even noticed canon Tomura started looking and sounding older quickly after he was taken in by AFO.
This is obvious but she loves playing games with you!! Animal Crossing and Minecraft are her faves if she's playing with you. She enjoys cutesy things more than she'll ever admit. AFO raised her to be tough but she's still a sweet girl at heart.
But, she's a meanie. She'll bully you affectionately often, but not because she means it. Just terms like "loser" or "cringe" in a humorous way. In Tomura's language, it means she thinks you're amazing.
She's just a sassy gal.
She paranoid by nature and has intrusive thoughts about being victimized. Hypervigilent af, and this happens both at home and in public. It's a trauma response though. Being a woman comes with inherent themes of feeling overpowered by male society, so she's always on alert and thinks many people are out to get her when she has no proof.
Plz give her vitamins and take her outside!!! This girl is definitely anemic af and very vitamin deficient. She'll complain and groan and moan but once you get her outside she'll start to admire how nature or the city looks. She's adorable in moments like that because it's likely one of the only times she seems peaceful.
helloooooo i drew a fem! Shigaraki ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و i just wanted to dress her up all cool like i imagined her to even though it probably isn't accurate lskdkldjfkj. I was kinda inspired by those cute mystery box figurines of girls playing instruments
disclaimer i know she'd probably dress like canon Tomura with the jeans and ratty sweater but i dont care skdfklj cutegirlification beam ACTIVATE
headcannons + mini sketch of our favorite girl failure, she’s a little toxic in this but that’s okay.
Cw: denial of feelings, unhealthy attachment, fluff, nsfw, it gets weirdly angsty at the end.
The inspo for the sketch below and the headcannons in general was the fem! tomu fic by @scary-grace — eyes on me
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fem! tomu — who glares at you during class trying to decipher if she hates you or not.
fem! tomu — who swears up and down that she took this uni course for herself, yet switched practically half her classes to be near you.
fem! tomu — who grumbles in annoyance every morning after another wet dream about you, it’s just friendship she’d say. Denying the clear sexual attraction.
fem! tomu — who whines and whimpers when your hands are on her, yet tells her friends it was a drunken moment, that she was just caught up in the moment.
fem! tomu — who gets sick to her stomach seeing you interact with anyone. So what if you swing both ways? Now she knows practically everyone else could have a chance with you.
fem! tomu — who texts you late at night under the pretense of needing help for a project just to hear your voice.
fem! tomu — who gets disgustingly attached the moment she saw you. She’d never admit how badly she wants you.
fem! tomu — who’d gladly kneel down in front of you if you let her. She’d deny liking it but given the chance, she’d absolutely love you tugging on her hair.
fem! tomu — who pushes you away when you get too close, yet gets pissy when you actually listen and distance yourself.
fem! tomu — who never feels like she’d be enough for you despite all the reassurance.
fem! tomu — who’d constantly disappear and avoid you just to see if you’d chase after her. Testing you to see if your feelings actually do stay the same.
fem! tomu — who really wants to believe that good things could happen to her, and that you’d be the one who could stay with her through anything.
fem! tomu glares at you like this and hopes you understand she wants you.
whatever gender tomura is, one thing remains certain. she is always going to be a loser. a pathetic, angry mess desperate for pussy. ahem, love sorry.
appearance wise, i don't picture her as very curvy, much different from her mother and grandmother, with her body being skinny and bony, with an almost flat chest. her hair would be around the same length, a little past her chin and she'd keep her nails long, too lazy to bother cutting them.
although after getting her hands on you for the first time, she realizes fingering you would feel much better if she kept them short.
her mood shifts incredibly fast, from wanting to be all over you, corrupting everything she could reach, to just laying in bed like a pillow princess, demanding you do all of the work. 'tch, this pussy isn't going to eat itself, you know. get to it.'
she's breathy and talks a lot, her voice getting raspier the closer she got. sometimes it can get incredibly high pitched when she's overstimulated, and she always denies it afterwards.
jealousy isn't an emotion she really understands. the people around them could never steal you away from her. tomura saw herself as superior to most anyway. but possessiveness? it made her skin crawl whenever someone thought they had the right to treat you the same way she does.
period sex would definitely be a thing. you're villains, if you can't handle a little blood, you must be pathetic. when her cramps get bad, your fingers inside of her do take the edge off. she becomes a lot whinier, clutching and tugging at your hair, maybe even crying a little from the pain mixed with pleasure.
tomura suffers from an extreme case of grabby hands. sometimes it is perverted, sure, but most of the time, she just wants to feel your skin under hers. or your boobs. mostly your boobs, to be honest. either groping you in the middle of the hideout, or pressing her face into your chest whenever she can, especially if you're taller than her.
if you ever go through her closet, be prepared to find things you wish you never saw. from your t-shirts, hoodies, and oh god, those old socks you thought you lost?? and your favorite pair of panties, of course. now it makes sense why she'd always act suspicious whenever you did your laundry.
Many of the LOV members have extremely positive characteristics that, if given the right circumstances, would have carried them really far in life. But instead, because they were screwed over as kids, and those very characteristics bit them back and threw them in the trenches.
Shigaraki has deep empathy for other people. But he was hurt brutally and repeatedly by the same world he felt for, and those empathic feelings eventually led to compassion fatigue and emotional burnout, making him give up on the world ever potentially improving and wanting to just destroy it all and start over.
Toga has deep admiration for other people. For others who have led authentic lives where they were accepted for who they were it led to them striving to better themselves and compete to run alongside the people they admire. But for Toga, who was rejected for who she was at a young age, it led to her wanting to literally lose herself--her identity--in the people she admires. That unhealthy admiration combined with her biologically ingrained blood lust led to her finding her outlet in literally turning into the people she admired.
Twice, like Shigaraki, has deep empathy for others and relates to people he feels deserved better. His ability to trust people who he felt could have benefitted from the family the LOV provided for strays like him, got one of his family members killed. And then eventually, that ability to trust and feel for other people, got him killed too.
Touya, at a young age, had the ability to see through the wrongdoings of the world, the world the supported a person like his father. He shouldered that knowledge at a young age. And instead of being able to face it--due to his young age and his vulnerable state of mind--that knowledge of everything that was wrong ate away at him as he tried to just force his way through it. He tried to push it all away by getting his dad to pay attention to him, even though he knew what his dad was doing and how it was affecting the whole family. Even after he "died", he spent the next ten years being fully aware of what was wrong with the system and the world they lived in, because a person like Enji could continue to get away with everything he did. Because of his early death, he was never able to use that perspective in a positive way to change the world.
Spinner saw through the bullshit that is hero society, but because of his quirk he shut himself away and was never given the opportunity to use his perspective to change the world for the better.
Compress came from a lineage of fighting class inequality. He himself ended up struggling in the streets, unable to help the way his previous family members tried to.
The LOV all have everything it takes to make the world they live in a better place, but were never even given the chance to show the world what good they are capable of doing. The world just kept hurting them over and over again. That's why it's so important that they make it beyond the end of the story. Their world needs them if it's ever going to improve.
Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko S. – Toxic Individualism, Social Desensitization and Systemic Apathy
We all know that Tenko turning into Shigaraki is mainly due to AFO’s manipulation of his quirk and life trajectory from a young age, yes, but hero society still plays a major role in AFO being able to do all of that. Right after losing his whole family and turning into an orphan due to a quirk awakening incident, Tenko walks the street bloodied and confused, looking onto passers with the hope of anyone reaching out. What does every single adult that walks past him do? Ignore the obvious child in distress and with clear signs of abuse or having suffered some incident. This isn’t some bad luck moment, no, this is a result of a society being completely desensitized to suffering and loss.
The fights of Pro Heroes are televised and shown to the public at all times, they have become accustomed to horrific images of human suffering. They don’t feel distress or urgency in front of such an image of a child confused and bloodied. And that mirrors our own reality perfectly. In this modern age where you open and scroll past tragedy like entertainment, injured kids, war footage, violence, literal genocides being shown live on tiktok, and we react with a swipe or like as if it’s normal, desensitization is becoming a bigger problem than what we’re comfortable to acknowledging. But back to Tenko. Not only is that an issue, but the heavy reliance on heroes from the civilians has created a toxic individualism and apathy in front of scenes of distress. They are indifferent to suffering because they feel no obligation to intervene. This apathy isn’t natural, it’s taught. Society trained people to look away and wait for someone else to act. People don’t step in because they’ve been conditioned to believe someone else, someone more “qualified” or “authorized”, will handle it. Even those with the urge to actually help end up backing away, thinking to themselves ‘the heroes will handle it’.
And I do understand that, even if someone had reached out and tried to help Tenko, AFO would’ve still found a way to manipulate the situation in his favor and create Shigaraki. Still, that doesn’t take away from the obvious social flaw and systemic issue existent within hero society. That scene serves not only for AFO to weaponize Tenko’s rage and pave his path towards the Symbol of Fear, but it also serves as a social commentary.
Another prominent theme with Tenko’s character is the metaphor of predatory forces preying onto vulnerable children and exploiting their isolation. It’s directly stated in the anime that AFO groomed Tenko, and while this can be linked directly to child predators in real life, I also believe that it can be compared to institutional grooming. Cults, extremists groups, criminal networks, and even governmental entities. They prey on people from backgrounds of poverty, marginalized communities and much more. They recognize and validate their pain, but they don’t actually offer a support system, but rather weaponize said pain to manipulate those individuals. I mean, just look at how many minorities enlist in ICE, for example. These systems don’t look for evil; they look for lonely, angry, abandoned people searching for meaning. This is the exact same procedure that AFO utilizes with Tenko.
(TW: SA) Regarding AFO’s grooming of Tenko, I want to point something else, even though this isn’t really a social critique. I wanted to do this interjection mainly because I’ve seen another creator on tiktok point it out (I don’t have their username, sorry:( )and get attacked for it, and it's the fact that the hands holding onto Tenko can also be interpreted as an allegory to SA. I think the main reason as to why that creator had gotten attacked was because people seem to confuse allegories with explicit acts. An allegory isn’t telling you that it literally happened, we’re not saying that Tenko was sexually assaulted in the literal sense. We’re saying that it’s a representation of sexual assault metaphorically. An allegory is a storytelling technique where characters, settings, or events symbolize deeper ideas. Instead of stating the message directly, the story makes you interpret the underlying meaning through the symbolism. Hands touching you everywhere and holding you has always been a popular allegory to sexual assault in media for themes like violation, unwanted touch, and loss of bodily autonomy. No one is sexualizing their relationship, people are just interpreting the scene through a lens of critical analysis.
But back on track. Aother aspect to note is how Shigaraki’s existence as a villain exposes a core flaw within hero society: viewing morality as binary. Villains bad, heroes good, and the line is drawn and reinforced constantly. No matter what, this is how it will always be. And while, yes, Shigaraki is objectively a terrible person, that still doesn’t erase the fact that this black and white view of morality takes accountability away from society. Once people plaster the ‘villain’ etiquette on someone, they no longer feel the need to neither humanize nor contextualize said person’s existence. This labeling removes the need for accountability or reflection, no one feels the moral obligation of assuming the collective blame for what Tenko became, even though their apathy and indifference made them complicit in the creation of Shigaraki. The same society that ignored Tenko as a grieving child later mobilizes its full force to suppress Shigaraki as a threat. But because they never addressed his trauma, and only reacted to the symptoms after they became dangerous, the system becomes complicit in creating the very thing it fears. They don’t want to address the underlying issues that create villains, and would rather treat them as isolated cases instead of systemic failure, a core theme with every single character of the LOV.
Tenko’s arc critiques the failure of societal structures that prioritize image, self-interest, and superficial heroism over genuine care and accountability. There is no community, each person looks out for themselves and relies on heroes in order to come and save the day. Shigaraki is not simply the victim of one manipulative villain, but the outcome of a society that outsourced compassion, normalized apathy, and abandoned vulnerable people to predatory systems. He is not “pure evil” like Izuku described in the first season, he’s a product of societal failure.
are you comfortable doing ovipostion? moth jealous shigaraki have my heart ♥️ (if not, its ok) thank u
Am I comfortable? Am I COMFORTABLE???? Nonny I have been waiting for this ask, I’m absolutely thrilled!!! Mothura has a very special place in my monster fucking heart <3
| NSFW, fem reader (no pronouns used although “good girl” is), feat. Is it Mindbreak or Love?(tm)
Leaves crunched under your feet with every step, making you wince at the sound. It added to the fear, causing waves of adrenaline to course through your body. You weren’t sure how long you’d been walking, the battery on your phone slowly draining from your reliance the flashlight to trudge through the darkness. Panic surged through you as it went out, your phone finally dead and entirely useless.
When your car broke down in the middle of nowhere you assumed you could call for help, only to be deterred by the complete lack of signal. Out of options, you’d decided to walk down the road until you could get your phone to work. You didn’t understand how it happened; one second you were walking on the road, and the next you were deep in the woods, hopelessly lost. The sun had fallen shortly after, dropping the temperature and making you painfully aware of how under-dressed you were. And now you had no light, either.
You trembled, stumbling in the dark as you started to sob, completely overwhelmed. You tripped and fell to the ground, your phone slung into the leaves somewhere. You frantically searched, feeling through the leaves and dirt for it. You crumpled, curling into a ball as you started to hyperventilate.
Thunder rolled in the distance, and when you looked up you realized you couldn’t see the stars. It was going to rain on you. You cried harder, trying to take shelter against a tree as the wind whipped at your skin and clothes.
Then, you heard something heavy thud into the leaves not fifteen feet away. Your eyes went wide, darting around futilely as you struggled to see anything in the dark. Leaves and twigs broke, the sounds approaching you as you started to slowly back away. Rain started to fall and the sound of drops hitting the leaves disoriented you further, now unable to tell which direction you should go. You sank slowly to the ground, hoping whatever it was would either overlook you or perceive you as not a threat.
You weren’t sure how, but you knew it was in front of you. Your breath hitched and you clenched your eyes shut, whimpering when you felt breath on your face. You felt something brush your cheek and flinched, trying to curl into a defensive position with your hands up.
“You smell good,” a raspy voice spoke softly, no more than a few centimeters from your face. Too stunned to move, you froze as several hands caressed you, cupping your tear-stained face and stroking your arms. A sickly sweet smell permeated the air, making you lightheaded and dizzy.
“I’ll help you.” You felt his face press into your neck and he inhaled deeply, shuddering as he exhaled against your skin. The hazy feeling intensified, causing an oddly needy feeling to build in your chest. You could feel your self-control slipping away as you fell forward onto him, four strong arms easily supporting you as he rose. He cradled you against his chest, an odd purr sounding in his chest as you snuggled against him, losing consciousness quickly due to the combined exhaustion and stress.
When you woke you were dry, your bare back pressed against a warm chest and something soft covering your otherwise naked body. Your vision was hazy, but as it cleared you noticed it was a gigantic moth wing blanketing you. Two pale arms draped over you, one over your waist and the other resting a hand on your hip.
You were in some kind of makeshift nest surrounded by a random assortment of objects. Forks, old shoes and other articles of clothing, some pairs of glasses, and other things littered the floors and shelves around the room. The space itself looked like part of an old castle or something, made up of stone and dilapidated, no doubt abandoned a long time ago. There were enough gaps in the walls for sunlight to stream in, illuminating everything enough for you to see.
You rolled onto your stomach, turning to face the creature. You nearly gasped, looking into his bright red eyes for the first time. He stared at you intensely, as though unsure of what to do. You felt your face burn, suddenly very aware of your lack of clothes. You brought your knees up to your chest as you sat up in a panic, trying to cover yourself from his very human-like gaze.
“Where am I?” you bunched yourself up tighter, shaking without the warmth of his wing on top of you. His antennae stiffened and he sat up too, leaning closer to you as he spoke.
“Our nest,” he said softly, approaching you cautiously as though you were a wild animal. Under different circumstances you might have laughed at the role reversal, but as is, you were just concerned about the word “our.” He slowly reached out and rested his hand on your arm, lightly stroking your skin.
“Don’t be scared,” he eased forward, “would never hurt mate.” His scent took the same sweet turn it had in the woods, and you relaxed a bit, still covering yourself but allowing him to trail his fingers along your arms and shoulders. Unconsciously you leaned closer, warmth starting to spread throughout your body and pool low in your stomach. His antennae twitched and he leaned his head back, letting his pale blue hair fall behind his shoulders. Before you could stop yourself you were sniffing at his neck, eyes rolling back at the delightful intensity.
He embraced you, pushing your chest against his and stroking your back. You tentatively brushed your lips against his skin, unsure if it was by your own volition or an effect of his scent. The purr he gave you in response made you decide you didn’t care, and you let yourself ease into his touch.
He pulled away, looking you over as you crossed your arms over your chest once more and clenched your thighs together. The heat overtaking you made you pant and wish he’d keep holding you. His hand cupped your face for a moment before trailing down, gliding across the skin of your neck and pulling at your arm when he reached it. You did what he wanted, bringing your arms around his neck, only minimally embarrassed when he leered at your breasts.
“So pretty,” he hummed, the sound soothing your nerves. You pressed against him, kissing his lips as his hands roamed your body. He didn’t reciprocate at first, unsure what you were doing. He caught on fast, though, moving his lips against yours softly, his upper set of hands stroking up and down your back while the lower ones gripped gently at your thighs. His movements were hesitant and gentle, like he didn’t know how to touch you. The scent he was putting off only increased in intensity, though, making you squirm. You leaned back, breaking the kiss to look down at your slick-coated thighs. Oh. The druggy sweet scent suddenly made more sense.
“Breed with me,” he breathed, peering down at the mess your leaking cunt was making and nodding to himself as if confirming the command. You nervously watched as cock twitched and grew to full size, the sheer mass of it intimidating enough to briefly make you consider running. One look at his face, now tinged a light pink across his cheeks, had you abandoning all thoughts of leaving. He pushed you back against the nest, hovering over you as he rutted his thick girth against your thighs.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, watching his face as he lined himself up. He met your stare and opened his mouth, unconsciously prompting you to do the same as his saliva dripped down and into it. The taste was sweet like his scent, and you nearly climaxed right then from the overwhelming pleasure ingesting it gave you. Unable to resist, you pulled him closer to drink it from the source as he pressed in, breaching your entrance and stretching you around him.
He buried himself to the hilt inside you, pressing firmly against your cervix and allowing you to pant against his mouth as his tongue flicked uncertainly against yours. A strange feeling overtook you and you came suddenly, head falling back against the nest as convulsions shook your body. The entrance to your womb opened and you could feel lots of small, gelatinous objects flood your insides. It prolonged your orgasm, making you whimper and shake against him as he gave you his eggs. As you started to come down, you registered him cooing softly to you, his organ retracting from your walls.
You went limp under him and he waited as your breathing returned to normal, stroking your face and humming softly. He tried to mimic your kissing, pressing his lips flatly to your skin and intermittently licking your cheeks and lips. You sought out his hand and held it tightly, craving more of his touch.
He gripped your hand, purring excitedly as he readied himself again, swiping his tip against your folds before pressing in. You whined into his mouth as he began to thrust, quickly getting excited and throwing his previous caution to the wind. His hips slammed and ground against yours, thick hair at his base stimulating your clit.
You held onto him tightly, chests pressing together as you came again around him. He shuddered at the feeling of you clamping him so tightly, speeding up as his pace got more and more erratic. His length twitched and he started to leak copious amounts of precum, the excessive amount quickly filling you until it flowed out and created a sticky mess on your skin. Its warmth only served to push you over the edge again, your cunt spasming and creaming as you cried out.
Tears streamed down your face as you came again and again, constantly kept in a state of orgasm from his fluids. He groaned and purred, odd little chirps sounding from his throat as he mercilessly fucked you deeper into his nest, spurred on by your sounds and tears and the incessant clinging of your pussy.
“Good girl,” he panted, nearly thrashing with how violently he took you, “good mate,” he drooled, eyes rolling back as his words devolved into nonsense. If you’d been more coherent you’d have thought it was cute. His antennae twitched and he groaned loudly, slamming himself in as hard and deep as possible as he spilled his seed into your open, already flooded womb. His whole body jerked and then he went limp, still filling you as you milked him with a final orgasm so intense your vision was lost for a moment.
You both trembled, holding each other close as you took shaky breaths. He was still buried deep inside, his overstimulated cock resting soft in the mess he’d made of your innards. Stuck together with sweat and spit and cum, you reciprocated his clinging the best your spent body was able. He slowly peeled his face out of your neck and “kissed” you, pressing his slightly ajar mouth over yours. You took his face in your hands as you returned the gesture, trying to teach him how as your tongues tangled together.
With his soft demeanor returned, he gently slid himself out of you, both of you softly whimpering at the sensitive touch. You pushed back some of his sweat-slicked hair from his forehead and he smiled at you. The sound of his purr and the soft movements of his antennae made you less and less concerned about your car and everything else left behind if you stayed. The scent of his skin and the soft, breathy kisses he gave you added to the insignificance of your life before, until you didn’t care about anything besides him.
He doesn't know how to stop it, pumping load after load into his own fist, crying out your name as he whimpers in agony.
He won't admit it but he humped your pillows, ruined your clothes, came in his own pants, yet he still couldn't stop his cock from twitching and throbbing all over again each time he busted to the image of you in his head.
If only he had the strength to pick himself up and go to your place, just break the window open and latch onto your tits as he grinds his dick against your pussy.
Every muscle in his body is urging him to move, but he just simply can't, the need to empty his cock over and over again making it almost impossible to even stand up, his wings weak and trembling each time he tries to sit up.
Maybe you weren't even home, you didn't pick up his calls or answered his texts, probably not even bothering to open countless voice messages he left in his hurried and desperate state.
He can even vividly see you in the doorway, scolding him and belittling him as he coats his chest in his cum, the mare second of relief washing over him as he looks around the room only to find it empty.
Yet he can hear the soft clacking of boots climbing up the stairs, the pacing of them perfectly familiar, and the smell and taste of you already embedded on his tongue as you near the door.
Fuck, if you open that door he knows he won't be able to stop himself, knows how much he needs your tight little cunt squeezing around him and he's already rushing to greet you before you open the door.
You open it with a gentle smile plastered over your face, his naked form making him vulnerable, his muscles flexing and his wings flapping excitedly as he tries not to pounce on you.
"Hi sweetheart, you go-"
"Pleasee!" his desperate cry reaches your ears, your arms grabbing ahold of his face and pushing your lips against his, your tongue delving into his mouth as your hips grind against his, the sticky liquid staining your skirt.
You listened over every single voicemail he left, your hands moving to unclasp the front of your bra.
Shigaraki's hands already hiking your shirt up and latching onto your tits, humping your leg as he pulls at the bud between his teeth, soothing it with his tongue as you push his face against you.
Lacing your fingers through his messy hair, you let out small whimpers and moans, coaxing him into letting go and having his way with you.
"Go ahead baby, take whatever you need from me. I'm yours..."
his hands rushed all over your body as soon as you said the words, his antennas tickling your face as he hungrily nibbled at your skin.
God how much you adored him, how bad you craved to have him stuff you full, the desire to make him feel good and loved clouding your mind.
One pair of his strong arms lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his back as he pushed you against a wall.
At this point you couldn't understand his incoherent mumbles, your own language becoming foreign to him as he pushed your panties to the side, your skirt held up by another pair of hands.
He looked at you for the last time before sinking his cock into your cunt, your throat closing up as you winced in pain.
His lips ghosted over your cheeks, leaving small pecks as he urged himself not to move yet.
Your walls accommodated to him, a feeling of greed and painful arousal overpowering you.
You don't know how or why, but you ended up trying to sink yourself down onto him, his tip pushing against your cervix as you swallowed him up.
You could feel the ridges of his cock molding your sex into his own shape, your walls clamping down on him, barely letting him move.
A sudden wave of shame hits him when he feels his cock spasm, pumping his seed into you before he even had the chance to fuck you properly.
His head moves to the crook of your neck, a series of small sniffles snapping your attention back to your lover, your mind hazy from the intoxicating burn of his hot cum.
He thinks the ground will swallow him up when he feels your burning lips pressing against the shell of his ear.
His arms tightened around you, trapping you against him like he was scared that you would run away.
You wrap your hands around his shoulders reassuringly, wiggling your hips as you feel the sticky liquid threaten to spill out.
One of his hands goes to your hole, collecting the few drops that dripped down his stiff length, smearing it over your puffy clit in an attempt to please you.
"Fuck Tenko...I know you have more of that for me, I need every single drop baby..." you beg, trailing a hand down to the junction of his wings, tugging at them as his cock slowly slides out of you, his cum dripping onto his cock and pooling around his shaft.
"That's right baby, fuck it into me, gonna breed me nice and good? Can you do that for me?" you coo, sliding his cock between your lips before trying to push it against your tight hole.
You hear him take in a large gulp of breath, blinking away the tears that stung his red eyes.
His hands hold onto you tightly, slowly guiding you onto his length, his eyes now glued to the way your pussy stretches open for his cock. Your creamy pussy swallowed him up so perfectly, making it so easy to just ram into you.
His attention was snapped back up to your face when you mumbled a soft and breathless "right there" before leaning your head against the wall, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as spit smeared over the corner of your mouth.
There was something erotic in the way he could manhandle you, delving into you with great force as he practically used you as a flashlight, your shaky voice filling his ears as you moaned his name over and over again.
You could feel the pressure of one of his hands dipping between your folds, pressing only lightly as he buried his head into your breasts, gliding his tongue across your skin before latching onto your rosy bud.
Your nails dug into his shoulders once he bit down, growling against you when you felt his cock twitch again, your pussy clamping down on him while you bite your lip, chasing his fingers ghosting over your clit, so desperately wanting to cum with him.
The knot in your tummy snaps, white clouding your mind as you dizzily bump your forehead with his, looking at his blissed-out face with adoration.
You cling to him still, knowing that your legs have gone numb from clutching around him this whole time, refusing to move when he tries to let you down.
He smiles lovingly, his own knees trembling a bit before he places you on the bed, kissing your cheek and settling his head between your legs.
"What are you-?" you mumble, tiredly placing your hand over his head as he dives face first into your heat, lapping up at your sensitive hole and gulping down your release, his tongue going across your slick covered thighs.
He tastes his own tangy seed on his buds, pushing the slowly seeping liquid back into you with his fingers, mumbling a soft "momma" against your skin.
You blush at the thought, pulling him up and placing his head against your chest, chuckling when his fingers dive into your pussy, lazily playing with it as he leaves open mouth kisses along your breasts, his thick length poking your leg.
You look at his red cheeks, his eyes "innocently" peering at you.
Who were you to deny him?
leave a comment, reblog, like...i love affection 🥺 gimmie, it don't have to be nice, spit in my face, call me a bitch, tnx.
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