Night had fallen over the city like a veil of eternal shadows. The silence was only broken by the occasional howl of the wind, which tore through the darkness like the laments of lost souls. Your world had darkened since the disappearance of your beloved; the days became unbearable, the weight of his absence a relentless torture. Memories were the only thing you had left of him. You remembered his caresses, every touch of his fingers on your skin, the soft kisses he placed on your neck. That latent melancholy in his gaze when your hands sank into his dull mustard-colored hair, and the love that his eyes distilled when he, without words, enveloped you in a shared silence.
He had been a criminal, yes, a soul wrapped in shadows and sins. But for you, he was more than that. When you were together, he was not that dangerous figure that the world feared; he was the man who whispered promises to you at night, who in every hug seemed to give you his essence. You remembered him with that blush on your cheeks that seemed out of place with his cold and distant nature, a blush that only you provoked. The only love he had ever known melted into a secret story of trembling hands and hidden glances.
But then, he disappeared.
First, there was the silence, a void that you tried to fill with hope. Then, the news in the newspaper. He had been captured, and the world had felt like it was collapsing around you. The love of your life had been swallowed by the shadows. And, after that first week of pain and anguish, the terror became physical. That love had been torn from you, like a flower that slowly dies when cut from its root.
Some time later, something strange began to happen. Other men tried to approach you, their intentions clear, their sweet words, but in each of them you found an emptiness that repelled you. You rejected their advances, confused between your desire for company and the feeling that, somehow, you still belonged to your husband. And then, the deaths began. Men found in alleys, their bodies butchered in grotesque ways: one with half his face torn off, another with chunks of flesh torn away, human remains that seemed to have fallen victim to something monstrous, something beyond comprehension.
You had no explanation for what was happening; fear began to torment you even in your dreams. Every shadow in the night seemed to stalk you, every creak on the floor paralyzed you. You clung to the memory of your love, in a desperate attempt to stay sane.
One night, when sleep was finally overcoming you, a heavy sound broke the silence. You sat up slowly, every fiber of your body alert, a mix of terror and familiarity running through your skin. You walked slowly to the living room, your heart beating with a ferocity that threatened to break the silence. There, in the gloom, something waited; a deep, animalistic breath that filled the room with a dark heat.
You had the urge to back away, to run, but instead your trembling fingers reached for the lamp switch, illuminating the figure watching you from the shadows. What you saw before you defied all logic, a grotesque, dehumanized figure that moved with an unusual mix of strength and bestiality. Its eyes were two black, empty pits, as if all humanity had been banished from within. Its skin, scarred and wounded, stretched over unnatural musculature. It moved on all fours, its hands and feet hitting the ground like a primordial beast.
Your body froze, and a muffled cry of terror escaped your lips as you fell to your knees, eyes fixed on the being that used to be human. He turned his head toward you, and in that instant, the monster began to crawl, each movement more harrowing than the last. Its breathing was heavy, charged with an unknown intensity, and you realized that this creature was moving toward you. His presence was overwhelming, as if every step he took shook your world.
You turned your back on the ground as he stood over you, the weight of his body casting a shadow over you. The cold skin of your cheeks was filled with tears; your sobs were muffled, and your breathing became labored. Your body trembled uncontrollably, but it was at that moment that he opened his fist, revealing something small and shiny.
A ring.
It was the same wedding ring you had placed on your beloved's finger, a symbol of eternal love that now lay on the hand of a being who barely remembered anything human. Recognition hit your heart like a relentless storm. The truth was revealed in your eyes as you saw that jewel shining under the dim light, and only one clear idea remained in your mind: that monster was him. He had returned, and although his essence had changed, your heart refused to see him as anything other than the love of your life.
“It's you… you came back,” you managed to whisper through tears, a trembling smile appearing on your lips as you accepted what was before your eyes.
His eyes, dark as night, seemed to get lost in you. Although there were no words, you felt his gaze filled with desperate possession. He had returned, and although it was in a different form, he seemed to be the same man who had promised to protect you, even after death.
If only the nomu's were this cute in the actual anime...
Listen, I kinda HAD to make this super short scenario with a Nomu.
The scenario popped up in my head while I was writing for Bakugou and I had to get it outta my head.
It's such a cute scene and you can't tell me otherwise. ٩(๑ `н´๑)۶
In the bustling streets of the city, chaos erupted as a fearsome Nomu appeared, its monstrous presence sending shockwaves through the crowd. Panic and terror filled the air, as people fled in every direction, seeking safety from the impending danger. Amidst the commotion, you found yourself frozen in place, eyes wide with disbelief, clutching a watering can in your trembling hands.
As the colossal Nomu loomed before you, its massive frame casting a dark shadow, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of dread. Time seemed to slow down as the creature raised its menacing fist, your heart pounding in your chest. Instinctively, you shielded your face with your hands, bracing for the impact that never came.
Slowly, you cautiously peeled open your eyes, curiosity overcoming your fear. To your surprise, you found the Nomu's colossal hand positioned right in front of you, a fragile, wilted flower delicately held between its gigantic fingers. Confusion clouded your face as you glanced back and forth between the towering Nomu and the dying bloom.
With a trembling voice, you mustered the courage to speak. "For me…?" you questioned, your voice barely above a whisper. The Nomu nodded ever so slightly, its unblinking gaze fixed upon you. A mixture of astonishment and curiosity coursed through your veins as you reached out tentatively, your small hands meeting the Nomu's immense ones.
In that moment, an unspoken connection formed between you and the enigmatic creature. The Nomu tensed up, seemingly surprised by the touch, but maintained its stillness. As your hands cradled the wilted flower, you pondered what the Nomu might be seeking. A thought struck you, and a realization dawned upon your face.
Forgetting all decorum, you couldn't help but smile, a gentle warmth spreading across your features. "Thank you for the flower," you expressed with genuine gratitude. Yet, the Nomu remained motionless, its colossal hand frozen in time.
Driven by curiosity and a desire to reciprocate the unexpected gesture, you hesitantly patted the Nomu's massive outstretched hand. The moment your palm made contact, an unexpected screech pierced the air, resembling a haunting cry of a zombie. Startled, you leaped back, your heart pounding in your chest as the Nomu vanished from sight, leaving you standing there in the midst of the bewildered crowd.
just thinking, its monstrous cock forcefully ramming into your cunt, push against your cervix and finally break into your little womb, stirring your inside. and when it cum, the base of its cock swelling as load after loads of cum shooting directly into you.
characters; shigaraki x reader, nomu x reader, toga x reader, dabi x reader
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The league loved you. You followed every little order they gave without a second thought.
Shigaraki wants you to get his gloves? Of course you would!
Dabi wants you to grab him a beer? Happily!
Toga wants to leave a couple cuts on you? Why not?
The others didn’t ask for much. They felt as if Shigaraki, Dabi, and Toga were abusing your care for them.
‘Y/n, They’re using you, you know that right?’
‘Yes!’
You didn’t mind being used in any way shape or form. It was as if they had a schedule for using you in more sexual ways.
Tuesdays were when Dabi got to keep you for himself. He always loved watching the drool seep out of your mouth and onto the floor while you struggled to breathe as he shoved his cock deeper down your throat. He also was utterly engrossed in the faces you made when he burned you. It wasn’t anything too bad that wouldn’t go away in a day or two, but it was euphoric to both you and him when he used his quirk.
Wednesdays were for Shigaraki. His favourite part of the day was usually when you began to cry. Doesn’t matter why, he was addicted to the sight. He could have his hand almost fully wrapped around your neck while he pounded into your cunt, or he could have you bent over his lap, spanking you continuously until you were a sobbing mess.
Thursdays were for Toga to play with you. She was a bit of a calm down for you before the big day. She enjoyed dressing you up like a doll and liked letting you relax why’ll she did whatever she pleased to you, whether it be dragging her favourite knife across your thighs and licking the blood up, or using her special double sided dildo that she got just for you and her.
Fridays were a special day. It was the day you went to visit the Nomu. They had you there, getting rammed into by the monster while they got off to the sight. The sight was truly a pleasurable one. Watching you become a fucked out, tired, cum filled, mindless fucktoy. Not a single person showed any sign of sympathy as you got your insides ravaged by a mindless creature made to cause havoc. No commands were ever made unless they were to make the creature go faster, harder, or switch positions to make the bulge in your stomach stand out.
It didn’t matter how much you protested, cried, or begged.
You would be stuck on that monsters cock for at least another hour or two.
warnings/tags: monsterfucking, noncon, body horror, voyeurism, brief mentions of torture. set before usj.
word count: 924
a/n: it’s fitting that my first collab would be for the sewer, and even more fitting that it’s with the usj nomu. sorry for how late it is and thank you sm to (f)lee for beta-ing and catching everything i would’ve missed<3
you’ve been with the league of villains for months, joining in the early stages when it was a coterie of people with a justifiable hatred for the hero-worshiping society. your quirk was useful at first; skin like rubber, resistant to the wear and tear of everything the world has to offer. you’ve never been cut, never bled, never had to deal with bruises or scars the way the rest of the people do. you’re indestructible.
over these months, you’ve been slowly pushed aside, removed from the mainlines and demoted into some errand girl for the new projects that shigaraki claimed as his own: the nomu. they’re supposedly indestructible, decaying corpses pumped with stolen quirks, created for the sole purpose of being powerful enough to destroy the league’s foe: all might.
but from what you’ve been able to observe, all they are is expired hulking beasts that’re too dull to think for themselves.
you’re surprised, sickeningly flattered, that you weren’t chosen to become one of these stupefied monstrosities. maybe they do see you as useful.
maybe not.
your new task has been to monitor the nomus, something you don’t understand. why can't the scientists do it themselves? your rubberized body, supported by your quirk, is perfect for recon. you’ve proved your use and loyalty ten times over by now, but still you’ve been shoved down to babysitter duty.
the creature’s chamber room smells of antiseptic, too clean and barren for any actual human to live there. forcing open heavy iron doors, you shove yourself into the steel and cement chamber designed purely to be soundproofed and virtually indestructible.
you vaguely remember who this monster used to be; soft recollections of sandy hair and dark eyes and his pained screams while chained in this same chamber. you were the one to abduct him from a shady club weeks ago.
you wonder if he remembers you at all.
he’s unrecognizable. the only thing that carries between the two forms is the height, still hulking over you. what used to be pale, calloused skin is now dark as night. bulging navy skin, leathery and dry, stretches over bulging flesh.
the most jarring difference is where the skull used to be, cranial bones chipped away to reveal the bundle of muscles and nerves underneath. exposed brain matter convulses, a winding mess of pale flushed pink, pulsing to the beat of it’s slackened heart rate.
the fact that the nomu wasn’t strapped down to the worn down bench should’ve been a redflag for you. but working in this cool, underground facility for so long, as a demented version of a maid and a nanny, has fogged up your senses. you’ve become naive, thinking that the higher ups valued you, in any sort of way. you forgot the one thing you’ve been taught: you’re all expendable.
there’s a shrill, echoing siren. it only lasts a second, but by the time you turn your attention to the nomu it’s lunging at you.
the side of your face crashes into cool cement, ears ringing and your cheek blossoms into something searing hot, you taste it deep in the roots of your teeth.
the red flashing of the camera in the corner mocks you, letting you know that there are a handful of nerds watching this regenerative monster take advantage of you. the fact that no one was rushing in meant one thing; these bastards know what they’re doing.
baring your teeth, you direct a sharpened glare at the lens, hoping your scorching disdain can be felt in the monitors of the research labs. how foolish of you to think you’re menacing in any sort of way.
you look ridiculously frail, like a chihuahua attempting to attack a lion, under the nomu blundering over you, ripping away at your worn down clothes and yanking your limbs around.
over your collapsed figure, the nomu’s grotesquely prepossessing, hunched over your decrepit form. when you feel it rutting against the bare, goose pimpled skin of your ass; the chill of the room eats its way into your bones.
you know there’s no point in struggling, desperate wriggles meaning nothing when he can just crush your skull. pathetic humanness and fragile bones, even with rubberized skin and organs, means you’re no match for it.
it clumsily shoves itself into you, growling and panting, shoving your face into the wall and arching your back, aiming for your cunt that’s exposed to the chilled air.
“sympathetic nervous system functioning normally.”
there are researchers tracking his every moment. they’re watching you getting plowed, pressed into the ground by some mindless, half-corpse they see this as some sort of demented experiment, a sick way of tracking vitals of the behemoth pushing into you.
even with your quirk, the stretch burns. you can feel your cunt turning elastic, remaking you into such a gaping mess, you’re not sure if your quirk will be able to alter itself back together.
liquid flames flow through you, battling all the frigid fear suffocating you. you hate that among all this pain, all this humiliation. you’ve never had a cock in you so big, something in you that required you to utilize your quirk—it’s making you cross eyed with every cloddish crash into your cervix. you’re clawing at the hard floor to find something to stabilize yourself with, but all your fingers reach is puddles of hot spittle leaking from the nomu’s gaping snarling mouth as it slavers over you.
cold room, cold eyes, cold, harsh reality.
it looks like they’ve finally found a use for you.
MARI THE SHOWER GAVE ME A BIG BRAIN IDEA. ok so hear me out for the camboy au. He gets a nomu specifically for fucking the reader on camera and only for fucking them on camera. The league asks why they never get to use “that one” and he’s just “that ones important”
Going off the ask I just answered, you admit that you would fuck the Xenomorph from Aliens and Shigaraki gets the Nomu in response. It’s perfectly designed to fuck the reader, stretching her out on camera and filling her with cum.
When she sees it, she’s a bit intimidated by the size but quickly gets into the idea. Shigaraki prepares her a bit and the Nomu just lowers her down inch by inch on his massive cock. Reader has never felt so full, the ridges designed along the Nomu’s cock are pushing against her g-spot with every thrust inside of her. She can’t seem to stop cumming, overstimulation causing her to gasp and squirm as she tries to get away.
But the Nomu is so strong, just pins her down and continues fucking into her ravaged cunt until she screams and squirts all over the floor. Audience is going crazy at this point and donations are pouring in with other requests of things they want the Nomu to do to her. Finally, the Nomu gets done, shooting a hot load of cum deep inside of her.
She squeals as she cums one last time, squirting yet again as the Nomu fills her up with so much cum that it’s leaking around the cock still buried inside of her. When Nomu finally pulls out, Shigaraki turns her to the camera, using two fingers to open her pussy for the viewers to see the gaping mess that is her cunt, still clenching around nothing and pushing cum out with every flutter of her walls.
Dabi later inquires why the fuck the Nomu smells like sex, and Shigaraki just gives a shrug and tells him he REALLY must not be getting laid much lately if he’s smelling sex on fucking Nomu of all things.
request: This is kinda kinky... but the reader has been desperately horny for a while but Shigaraki has been too busy, so the reader takes matters into her own hands and has a nomu screw her. Shigaraki walks in about half way through and ends up taking a seat to enjoy the show. (Feel free to ignore this, I won't be offended! But like, thank you so much if you do ♡!)
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i changed up some things, instead dabi asks reader to look after the nomu he’s supposed to be watching since he has better things to do
He… it… the nomu stares at you, unblinking. Well, you’re not sure if it’s staring at you. The tiny black pinpricks of its irises seem to almost go in separate directions. It definitely took notice when you had entered the room, if its low growl and sniffing at the air were any indication – but had no other reaction once you were standing a few feet in front of it. You tilt your head to the side to test your theory and to your childish delight it copies the action, huffing out a breath at your laugh.
With broad shoulders and biceps bigger than your head, the hulking behemoth makes an imposing figure. Even hunched over the way it is, the difference in height between you two isn’t easy to ignore. Dabi’s words of warning ring in the back of your mind: ‘Whatever you do, don’t get too close to it. Not grabbing distance, anyway.’
But the docile giant in front of you is nowhere near as scary as it was made out to seem.
You take a step forward and tentatively reach out a hand to pet the side of its face, just shy of its chin. It responds with a pleased rumble that vibrates up your arm, and cranes its neck to get closer.
What was Dabi even worried about, you wonder, smiling to yourself. The nomu is almost like a puppy. A massive, deformed puppy with the strength to crush a truck with its bare hands but… it’s cute, in its own way - exposed brain matter and all.
The sense of security you tricked yourself into is immediately shattered when you feel a hand grip your waist – so massive in size it easily dwarfs you. Trying not to panic, you attempt to take a step back. “Alright big guy, I think that’s enough for now,” you say, voice light.
You pray it can’t smell fear.
Of course, it doesn’t listen and instead pulls you closer with way too much ease, pressing you right up against its bare chest. Its body is almost uncomfortably warm and you’re not sure if it’s the radiating heat or the threat of harm that has you sweating.
You’re openly trembling now, biting your lip to keep your whimpers in. You don’t want to scare or upset it with any sudden noises; the nomu is strong enough to squish your head like a grape and you’d prefer to stay alive.
This is fine, you desperately try to convince yourself. It’s just curious. It’s not going to hurt you.
…right?
You can’t hold back the whimper when the nomu presses its beaklike mouth against your neck, tongue slithering out to lave against your neck. The muscle is big, slimy with saliva that quickly coats your neck and jaw, dripping thickly to drench the collar of your shirt. You shudder.
Too preoccupied with trying to not dry heave at the feeling of monster spit all over you, you fail to realize the reason it grabbed you. Pulling you a bit closer, it brazenly begins humping you, the movements of its hips becoming progressively more frantic and aggressive. You’re shocked into stillness by the heavy weight of its hard cock rubbing up against your stomach. Even through the layers of clothing, you can tell that it’s much bigger than anything you’ve ever taken. This is so fucked… a distant voice in your head echoes.
You nearly jump out of your skin when it suddenly lets out a guttural growl, clearly becoming frustrated with the lack of proper stimulation.
“Shh… It’s ok,” you say, voice lowered into what you hope is a soothing tone.
You try to pry yourself away but the nomu responds with a snarl, grip tightening to the point of pain. You wince and immediately give up on moving. It’s obvious that you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.
Despite your reservations, your eyes find themselves shifting towards the tent in the monster’s pants. You gulp, looking around the empty room guiltily. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little curious…
Shaky hands reach down to unbutton the monster’s pants, a feat considering what little space there is between you two. The movement of its hips drag the khakis down until they fall into a heap at its feet. What is revealed has your eyes going wide and your jaw slackening in shock. The veiny column of flesh is massive – almost as thick as your wrist and topped with a large, bulbous head steadily leaking sticky precum that is smeared against your hip with every thrust.
Almost without even thinking, you grab ahold of its dick and begin stroking. The generous amount of precum makes the slide easy, almost slippery. This placates the beast for a short time – enough to at least let you out of its vice-like hold – but soon it’s made clear that your hand is not enough.
Without much preamble, you’re lifted off your feet and turned around, now facing the gray walls of the nomu’s containment room. You let out a surprised squeak and cast a nervous glance downwards to see the head of its dick peeking out between the plushness of your thighs.
It ruts into the warmth of your clasped thighs for a while before angling upwards, immediately becoming annoyed with yet another barrier- this time it’s your clothing in its way. Large hands begin groping at your pants before tearing into them as if they were made of paper. The flimsy material of your underwear doesn’t stand a chance against the hulking behemoth and they soon join your shorts on the floor in tattered shreds.
You cry out. “Wai- wait, no! Stop! Stop, let me just--”
Your words are cut off when the nomu rears its hips back before pushing forward. The first few thrusts miss their mark, bumping up against your sensitive clit instead, but on the fourth attempt the head of it’s cock catches on the rim of your entrance and that alone has your breath catching and your mind going blank. The feeling of it pushing in soon snaps you out of your daze and you begin struggling anew. You reach a desperate hand behind you but pushing against the monster’s chest felt like pushing against a solid brick wall – utterly pointless.
Even with you struggling and flailing limbs, it manages to work its cockhead past the ring of twitching muscle, and you feel like you’re being split in half with just the tip in.
It’s too much. It’s too much and you need to get away.
But the nomu keeps going, forcing inch after agonizing inch into your tight, (barely) wet heat.
You let out a broken gasp when it bottoms out, cunt clenching down hard on the too-large intrusion and body going slack in its hold. Even with the unnaturally copious amounts of precum it’s producing, the stretch is uncomfortable.
The head of its cock is shoved up against the mouth of your cervix with every push and you’re not sure whether you love or hate it, but it’s definitely a feeling you won’t be forgetting anytime soon. It’s hard to ignore how good the mindless fucking is starting to feel and after two consecutive orgasms, you’re wet enough that the slide of its dick is much easier. Wet slaps echo off the walls of the large, barren room. And for a while it’s the only sound, overlaid by the monster’s grunts and pants and your own high-pitched whining and moans, until the door is opened.
The grating of heavy metal against concrete brings you out of your haze, raspy, like the voice of the person opening the door.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you? I had to ask Dabi if he knew where you were sulking. Are you done being a bi—”
Shigaraki stops mid-sentence, eyes wide. The lewd scene playing out before him robs the words right out of his mouth. It’s not every day you see your half-naked girlfriend getting fucked silly by a nomu, after all.
He stares.
You stare right back, mortification quickly overpowering your arousal.
This interruption goes completely ignored by the nomu, who continues to rut into you from behind.
“Tomura! I can— ah!” You try to come up with an excuse but at that exact moment the nomu gives a particularly rough thrust that has you seeing stars, powerless to keep your eyes from rolling in your head.
Shigaraki curses under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away. He should be angry. Furious, that not only would you fuck someone else but a mindless nomu of all things. The thought alone should have his blood boiling. But the blissed-out look on your face as you’re handled as nothing more than a fucktoy by a creature twice your size has his blood instead rushing to his cock.
Without a word, Shigaraki closes and locks the door behind him, before advancing towards you, face dark and unreadable. He grasps your face in one hand, pinky lifted, squishing your cheeks, and jerking your head up so that you’re forced to look him directly in the eyes.
“You filthy fucking whore,” he laughs, chapped lips spread in a mean grin. “That desperate to be fucked you couldn’t even wait?”
The harsh words have your eyes watering, tears just on the edge of falling, but they do nothing to dampen your arousal.
You moan in reply, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. “T-tomura…”
Shigaraki sneers, letting go of you to reach down and pull out his own half-hard dick, giving his palm a long lick, and begins to stroke himself. “Be careful what you wish for, huh?” he grunts, giving the head a squeeze. “Now look at you. Stuffed with so much cock you don’t even know what to do with all of it.”
He continues to berate you as he jerks himself off, taking delight in your embarrassment.
It’s a relief when the nomu finally cums with a roar, holding your ass right up against its stilled hips. The huge cock twitches and pulses inside of you, unloading what feels like gallons of hot cum right into your womb. You groan out a few unintelligible noises, brain turned to mush, as one last orgasm is pulled from you, thankfully much weaker than the previous ones. You’re so out of it you don’t even notice when Shigaraki steps closer, hand on his dick speeding up until he’s groaning and painting your face with his cum.
Panting heavily, you wearily glance up at Shigaraki, a plea to not share a word of what just happened to anyone already on your tongue. He doesn’t say anything as he tucks himself back into his pants but just by the look in his eyes and the barely concealed smirk, you can tell you’re never going to hear the end of this.
