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[tsubakiamias]

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Female Reader Blood Guts and Heroes

[mylittleredgirl]

okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.

[sujikuna-deactivated20260117]

sukuna likes you, just accept it.

modern au! sukuna, sukuna being the narcissist he is

read more? masterlist

sukuna oi

sukuna where tf are u

sukuna yuji told me you missed class

sukuna reply woman

You blame it on the bad weather yesterday. According to the weather app you have on your phone it wasn’t going to rain any time yesterday. That’s why you decided to not bring an umbrella. You thought that it’ll be just a pain cause you’re already carrying an amount of books.

To your luck, it rained. College has been a bummer because of night class.

You thought of calling Sukuna yesterday since he had a car and the bus top is kind of far from the campus. But Sukuna mentioned that he was gonna attend a party that Gojo was throwing, he was forcing you to come with him but you told him you have class to attend to. Plus the party would probably annoy the shit out of you, Sukuna will probably just leave you there for a girl.

So decided to run to the nearest bus, luckily just as you got there a bus came. Reaching your apartment with your clothes, bag, shoes wet. It only gotten worse since now you have a high fever and you missed out class.

1:34 pm

“Shitty woman, are you here?” Sukuna yells making sure you’ll hear him wherever you are in the apartment. He search the place till he got in your room to just see you sleeping with a big comforter around your body. “typical [name]” He chuckles finding his view cute.

He walk over to the bed and touch your face, he felt the hotness of your skin rushly touching your forehead and neck.

“You’re sick,” He stated “doll wake up, have you even taken a medicine yet?”

“Sukuna?”

“Hmm, sit up.” The man started, “You look like shit.” He continued teasing you as you lightly hit him on his shoulders sitting up.

“You know you can’t just barge in my apartment. You still have class, don’t you.”

“Says who.”

“Says me, idiot.”

Sukuna stands up looking for something, “What is it?” you asked watching his figure move.

“A temperature checker, do you have one?” He answers still looking around for it.

“What’s this? Didn’t know you’re one of the caring one.” You laugh finding it funny, “I just don’t want to see you look like shit, doll.” he taunted. “How did you get this fever?”

“From the rain yesterday i guess, had to run to the bus stop because it looked like it wasn’t gonna stop soon.” You said fixing your hair tying it up so it wouldn’t look messy. “Why didn’t you call me [name] i could’ve pick you up.” He seriously said as he sits in the bed next to you.

“You went to the party, right? I didn’t wanna bother you kuna.” You answer honestly.

As much as you enjoy annoying sukuna. You hated bothering him and he knew that. Matter of fact he hate how you think like that. Sukuna wants nothing but that. He likes you bothering him. He likes it when you rely on him. He likes wasting his time on you.

“We talked about this ’bothering’ this, have we not? You know i’ll choose you over a stupid fucking party.”

“You could’ve been having fun sukuna. You do so much for me, i don’t wanna feel like i’m bothering you all the time. Plus you could’ve been with some girl and i don’t wanna ruin your chances dude.”

“Didn’t i tell you already? I like you. Why are you so fucking stubborn.” He said sounding annoyed.

Sukuna confessed to you two months ago, at first you thought he was just playing until he really showed it. He rarely went on parties since that day, always texting you, he even stuck with you in the library when you were studying. Both you and him can agree that he’s not that good at keeping relationship with woman. You met him a year ago at class and since then you both just gotten closer and closer.

But before Sukuna even liked you, you did first.

You watch him be with different girls, you listen to him ranting about different girls, you witness how he was. You never wanted to be any of them. When he confessed to you, the first thing you thought of is how are you gonna lose your feelings for him. You never responded properly to his confession. Never rejected him. No matter how much you liked him you cannot risk to be hurt.

“You don’t mean that, Sukuna.”

“How many times do i have to remind you.”

“You don’t like me. You’re just attached kuna. You’ve never had a relationship with a girl like this that’s why you’re confused. You like the thought of being with a girl and being close like this but you don’t like me.”

Sukuna scoff, “The fuck you know about my feelings doll?”

“I don’t like the feeling, i like you. I don’t care about no hoe, i fucking like you. It doesn’t matter if you like me or not. Trust me doll, i’ve seen enough relationship to know whether it’s real or not. So if you don’t wanna be with me because of think i’m playing, you’re being dumb” He continued, “I just wanna be yours doll, is that so wrong hmm? You make me feel crazy things you don’t even know. I’ll make it so fucking worth it.”

You don’t know why but you wanna cry.

Suddenly he stood up, “Where you going?” you ask obviously not wanting him to leave.

“I’m gonna buy a temperature checker and food for you. Wait here.”

Say it, just say it. Tell him how you feel.

“Ermh..um..Sukuna?” You shyly called for him.

He looked back at you, “What?”

“I like you too.” You say flustered but manage to form a sweet smile for him.

“I know doll, took you long enough.” He says smirking, “We’ll talk more when i get back.”

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The Bet

summary: The agents at SHIELD have not taken well to Bucky’s pardon. When he’s injured on a mission under suspicious circumstances, you take matters into your own hands.  

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 7.7k

warnings: canon level violence, bucky’s internalized self-punishing issues, shield agents being real pieces of shit, badass reader who would defend bucky to the death

a/n: I know I’ve been really inactive lately (life’s actually been going well so I’ve been busier but that leaves me less time to write unfortunately), but I’m still lurking here! This is a fic I wrote several months ago but finally got around to editing it. Hope you enjoy!

Bucky wasn’t sure how you managed it – the punch to his gut every time you walked in the room. You were dressed in your tactical suit; black fabric draped over every inch of your body, protective layers of Kevlar and technology beyond Bucky’s years, a weapon strapped to your thigh and knives hidden in your belt and at your ankle. Your hair was tugged out of place, sweat beaded on your temple from the sparring match in the gym moments before the two of you were called to service. In your right hand, you carried your combat boots, the laces hanging low enough to touch the ground.  

And still, Bucky held his breath as you approached. Stomach in knots, chest tightening until his heart threatened to stop entirely.

“My offer is fifty this time,” you announced, winking in his direction before you turned to head for the landing bay. “Take it or leave it, Barnes.”

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[yuujispinkhair]

Sometimes I think about being on a rush hour train with Yuji. Being packed close together but then he puts his hand under your skirt and has Sukuna eat you out. Just the thought of Yuji trying to keep you quiet as your thighs are trembling just… Ꮚ°͈ꈊ°͈Ꮚ I die

OMGG!! This is so fucking hot!! I had to write a little drabble! Thank you so much for sharing this sexy idea with me!

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female), Sukuna x Reader Word Count: 400 Warnings: 18+, smut, oral, cum-eating, creampie, Sukuna's handmouth, poly, semi-public sex. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

Yuuji presses his firm body against you, hugging you tightly, nuzzling your neck, and smiling like an angel. To everyone around you, he looks like the sweet, caring boyfriend who just makes sure his girlfriend doesn't fall when the train moves.

But they don't know that under your skirt, he is rubbing slow circles around your clit while the King of Curses fucks you with the silky tongue that manifested on Yuuji's palm.

Your thighs are trembling, nails digging into Yuuji's biceps as you cling to him desperately, trying to fight the orgasm you can feel building up inside you. Your eyes are glazed over from pleasure, your heart is racing, your pussy is clenching.

Yuuji's breath caresses your ear as he tells you in that sexy horny voice,

"Please stay quiet, ok, cutie? I just want to make my girl feel good on this boring train ride. Want to make you cum all over Sukuna's mouth. He says he loves your taste. Just like I do. Fuck, I'm gonna eat you too when we're getting off the train."

His words only make it worse, and you can't help a soft moan from escaping your lips. Your hips buck helplessly as Sukuna and Yuuji share your pussy.

One moment Sukuna is fucking you with his tongue, and Yuuji caresses your needy clit, then Yuuji's thick fingers pump in and out of you while Sukuna's lips close around your clit and suck on it. And then they go back again to Sukuna licking into you with his hot tongue, and your boyfriend rubbing you with his strong but gentle fingers.

By now, the only thing holding you up are Yuuji's strong arms. Your lips part in another soft groan, unable to hold back, as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm wash over you. But luckily Yuuji's mouth is suddenly on yours, silencing you, swallowing your needy little moans while Sukuna swallows the cream gushing out of your twitching pussy when you cum on his tongue.

You can feel how hard Yuuji is, so turned on by the situation. You know the minute you are out of this train, he will take your hand and tug you along to a secluded space where he will bend you over the next best surface, lift your cute little skirt and eat you out until you sob his name.

And once you creamed on his tongue, your sweet boyfriend will pull down his pants and fuck you with needy hard thrusts until he fills your pussy with his hot cum.

And then Sukuna's nasty mouth will surely appear on Yuuji's cheek and give his orders to the two of you.

"Pull her panties up again, brat. And you, brat number two, keep it all in. I want to have my treat when we're back home."

Because you know what Sukuna loves even more than your taste is the taste of both of his brats combined.

AHHHHHH Anon, I am losing my mind!! Sukuna's handmouth always drives me wild!! And I have a thing for Yuuji and Sukuna sharing you because they come as a packaged deal anyways, and this way, everyone gets the most out of it ;) I am sending you lots of love for sharing this with me!!

[candycandy00]

Corruption kink with shiggy, innocent fem reader pls?

Smut. 18+. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Probably some other stuff. I hope you like this, anon!

Note: Just assume this happens post-War Arc, but that AFO fucked off and was never heard from again.

Oh no. This could NOT be happening. It’s your first day on the job as a sidekick, your very first day, and you stumble upon the world’s most dangerous villain: Shigaraki Tomura. Five minutes ago you were just doing boring patrols around the city. Now you’re looking down an alleyway at a monster in red sneakers. It’s too late to run away, he’s already spotted you peeking your head around the corner of the nearby building, and you’re not dumb enough to think you could take him on alone. Even several pro heroes teaming up couldn’t handle him!

He’s looking at you, red eyes shining in the dim light of dusk. You look back at him, wondering how fast he’ll murder you.

“Come on out, hero,” he says.

You sigh and step around the corner. “Um, actually, I’m a sidekick, not a hero.”

He doesn’t reply to that, just stares at you as if sizing up what sort of threat you could be. Little does he know you pose less of a threat to him than a baby deer would.

You slowly approach him, not wanting to upset him in any way. You’ve heard he could be volatile. You watch him as you walk, looking for any signs that he’s going to attack. Unfortunately, this means you’re not looking at the ground, so you don’t see the discarded beer bottle right in your path. The high heel of your ridiculously impractical boots gets caught on the bottle, and you faceplant spectacularly in the alley, almost landing at Shigaraki’s feet.

For a moment, you’re so embarrassed that you can’t move. Then you gradually get up, being extra careful with the heels. When you look up at Shigaraki, he has a strange expression on his face, as if he wants to laugh but is keeping his composure.

“Sorry, this is my first time wearing this costume. I’ve never worn heels this high,” you say, reaching down to rub your sore ankle.

Shigaraki folds his arms over his chest. “This is your first day as a hero?” he asks skeptically.

Now that you’re up close, you can see his face clearly. You’re surprised by how good looking he is. In fact, he’s totally your type! You find yourself staring at his lips, instinctively wetting your own. “Uh, sidekick, not hero,” you say again, distracted by how toned his arms look in his black shirt.

“So? What are you going to do?”

What does he mean? Does he really think you’re going to try to fight him? When you can barely walk on pavement? “Well, if you’re not actively committing any crimes, I don’t think I have to try to stop you.”

He’s still looking at your suspiciously. “Let’s say I’m not committing any crimes.”

“You’re not? That’s great! I’ll just be going then…” You start to turn around, thankful that you’re still alive, when his voice stops you.

“You’re just going to believe me?”

You look back at him. “Shouldn’t I?”

He shakes his head. “Are you for real? No hero can be this naive.”

“Sidekick,” you say, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He seems to be in deep thought.

“I think I have a quirk that’s perfect for this,” he says.

“Huh?”

Before you can do anything else, Shigaraki raises one hand and a pink mist spreads out from it.

“It’s called ‘Truth Serum’,” he tells you as the mist drifts over you and you have no choice but to breathe it in. You cough and try to expel it from your lungs, but it’s too late. Whatever effect this quirk has, it’s going to work on you.

For a few seconds, you just stand there, waiting to feel something. When nothing seems to happen, you look at him questioningly.

“How did you find me?” he asks.

“I just glanced down this alley as I walked by and spotted you.” You blink, surprised by how fast and automatically you answered.

“Were you looking for me?”

“No. It was a total coincidence.” There it was again, that answer that seemed to come straight from your mind, with no filter.

He seems to be thinking for a moment, and then asks, “How long have you been a hero?”

“I’m not a hero. I’m a sidekick. And this is my first day.”

“So you were telling the truth,” he says, looking slightly more relaxed.

“Yes,” you reply absently, your voice working but your mind distracted as you enjoy watching his face make subtly different expressions. Those eyes…. that hair… You just want to run your hands through it.

Shigaraki narrows his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I think you’re incredibly sexy.” Wait. What did you just say? Out loud? To Shigaraki Tomura? You clasp your hands over your mouth with a gasp. This “truth serum” quirk is dangerous! Not to mention embarrassing.

Shigaraki’s eyes are wide as he looks at you. Evidently he got a little more than he bargained for when he asked that question. “Really?” he asks, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You have your hands clamped over your mouth, but the second he finished the question, you move them and say, “Yes. You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

You blush crimson and cover your mouth again. How dare it betray you this way!

Shigaraki is grinning. “So that’s what you think of me?”

“Yes. Also, I’m terrified of you.”

He holds up his hands in front of him, one of them missing several fingers. “Because I could kill you so easily?”

“Yeah, that’s one reason.”

“What’s the other?”

You try not to answer. You fight it really hard, but the words spill out anyway. “You make me think impure thoughts.”

Shigaraki blinks, then suddenly laughs. “Seriously? What kind of impure thoughts?”

Oh no. Please don’t say it. Please just keep your mouth shut. Please just shut- “That I want you to kiss me. That I want to touch your hair. That I want to know what your hands would feel like all over me.”

The laugher dies in his throat. He seems genuinely surprised by your answer. Actually, it looks like his face is slightly pink. An awkward silence falls over the alley, then Shigaraki steps closer to you, within touching distance, and looks down at your face. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” you answer, your voice cracking slightly on the word. You do want him to touch you, but admitting it to him? It’s mortifying. It’s also scary. You know what those hands can do. He’s your enemy. And it’s also scary for another reason…

Shigaraki turns you around to face away from him, then places his hands on your shoulders from behind. He’s so close that you can feel his chest brushing against your back. He slowly moves his hands down your arms, then moves them to your waist, then slides them up. You suck in a nervous breath as his hands reach your breasts then grope gently at them through your clothes.

His hands then move down to your hips, one of them sliding over to your inner thigh and moving up toward your groin. It stops just before it reaches your most private spot. Shigaraki leans his face forward, right beside your ear, and asks, “Want me to keep going?”

You slam a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to hide the truth. Shigaraki reaches up with the hand that’s missing fingers and pulls your hand away from your face.

“Yes!” you blurt out.As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Shigaraki’s hand glides up between your legs and squeezes. The thin spandex of your ridiculous costume is the only thing separating his skin from yours. You can feel his fingers pressing against the soft mound, and you let out a small moan.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice low.

“Y-yes,” you say, abandoning your attempts to stop yourself from answering. You realize you’re trembling.

“Are you still afraid of me?”

“Yes, but I’m afraid of other things too…”

His lips grazed your ear as he asked, “What other things?”

“No one has ever touched me there before, so feeling like this scares me.”

Shigaraki looks you in the face, his hand still groping at you. “No one? Really?”

“Yes, no one,” you confirm, blushing again. So you’ve just admitted you’re a virgin.

He grins. “I bet you touch yourself there a lot, huh?”

“Not a lot,” you say, shuddering as he gives a slightly harder squeeze, “Just a couple of times, just a little bit. It felt too intense so I stopped right after I started.”

Shigaraki withdrew his hand and stepped away from you. You almost collapsed right there. Your knees were wobbly, and it felt like your costume was damp between your legs.

“You mean you never finished? So you’ve never…” he trailed off, looking surprised.

You’re completely red at this point. You’ve just explained your entire sexual history to him, what little there was of it. You had a sheltered childhood, and as a teenager you spent most of your time at home reading or playing games. So you ended up being somewhat clueless about sex.

“No, I never finished,” you answer, assuming he’s referring to having an orgasm. You’ve never had one before, but they sound amazing. You’re just too nervous to go that far, even alone. You’re incredibly sensitive, and the couple of times you tried masturbating, you chickened out and stopped when the sensations became too much.

“Maybe I can help you out sometime,” he says with a grin.

A noise behind you at the entrance to the alley draws your attention and you turn around, afraid some poor civilian might get mixed up in this. There’s a drunken man in a suit stumbling around, nearly falling before catching himself on a wall. When you look back to Shigaraki, he’s gone without a trace.

Thankful to have escaped the encounter with your life, but also completely humiliated, you limp out of the alley on your sore ankle and finish your patrols.

Over the next few weeks, you find yourself running into Shigaraki “by coincidence” many times. You’ve heard he has a quirk that lets him search out specific people, and you wonder if he’s using it on you. He always appears when you’re alone, always hits you with that damned “Truth Serum” quirk, and always asks you embarrassing questions. Have you been thinking about him? (Yes) Did you ever try touching yourself again? (No) Have you told any of the heroes about meeting him? (No)

He even made you admit that you’ve been having dreams about him, though thankfully you were interrupted before he could ask you what the dreams were about. If you had to describe such filthy things, you’d absolutely die of shame. Once he asked you what you’ve been thinking about and you said you’ve been wondering what he looks like naked. He paused for a minute then asked if you wanted to see his dick. You said yes, of course, and he pulled it out right there in front of you.

You immediate reaction was to cover your eyes. You’d never seen a naked man in person before this, so it was a bit of a shock. But then you actually looked. For some reason, you always thought you’d be mildly grossed out the first time you were faced with a penis, but you didn’t feel that way at all. In fact, you liked the way it looked. You didn’t touch him, and he left soon after.

Some of the encounters resulted in him groping you again. He always asked if you wanted him to, and you always did, even if you wished you could hide it. Those meetings left you feeling dirty, like a pervert. You’ve never felt like this before, about anyone. And now you can’t stop thinking about Shigaraki, can’t stop imagining him doing all sorts of filthy things to you.

Finally, one day, he appears at the door to your apartment. You’re shocked when you open the door, but you invite him in. He follows you into your tiny living room, but he doesn’t sit down, even after you take a seat on the couch. He’s standing there in black pants and a black hoodie, soft white hair framing his face. He raises one hand, and the pink mist comes out. You don’t even struggle against it anymore.

“Are you happy to see me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He grins. “I came to help you finish for once.”

For a moment, you don’t understand what he means. Then it dawns on you, and two feelings simultaneously erupt within you: panic at the thought that things are about to get more embarrassing, and arousal at the very idea of him ‘helping you’, whatever that means.

“Wait,” you say, “I’m not sure I-”

“Do you want to have an orgasm?” he asks you, interrupting.

“Yes,” you say without hesitation. Damn this truth serum quirk!

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Yes,” you say again, your voice breathless. You’ve never been this scared, or this excited, in your life.

He reaches down and places his hand on your thigh. Within seconds, your shorts and panties crumble away, leaving you exposed. You shriek and try to cover yourself with the end of your tshirt, but Shigaraki stops you. “I want to watch you,” he says, eyes staring into yours.

You let go of your shirt, and Shigaraki gently lifts one of your legs up, so that one foot is on the seat of the couch beside you. This pose leaves you spread open, all of you on display for him. He backs up a few steps and takes in the view. Your face feels hot, and you know you must be absolutely scarlet.

“Touch yourself,” he says, his voice low.

You hesitate. You were embarrassed and scared to do this by yourself. How could you possibly do it in front of him? But you can already feel it. You’re wet. This is turning you on! You reach down a shaky hand and lightly rub the outer flesh of your pussy. It already feels sticky. You glance up and see his red eyes fixed on you, on your hand making its first timid movements.

“Spread it open,” he says, still standing a couple of feet away. His face looks transfixed as he watches you do as he commanded, using your fingers to open the folds. Cool air hits the sensitive skin, and you shudder in response. You use one finger to circle your clit, almost afraid to touch it directly. But you can see it in his eyes. He’s hungry to see you go for it. So you do. You rub your clit, slowly and gently at first, and then apply a little more pressure.

It feels so good, you think you might cum in seconds. “Slow down,” Shigaraki says, drawing your eyes up to him, making sure you don’t forget he’s there. You follow his instruction, slowing your pace. You moan as a wave of pleasure hits you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

Your voice sounds like it doesn’t belong to you when you groan out, “You!”

You look at his face, and his eyes flash with desire and excitement. “What about me?”

“How much I want you… how much I want…”

He’s watching you so intently, it’s like the two of you are the only things that exist in the whole world. “How much you want what?” he asks.

You’re still under the effects of the truth serum. You can’t avoid answering, even if you wanted to. “How much I want your cock!” you scream, your fingers now stroking your clit furiously.

He comes closer and kneels down in front of you, so close he could kiss your thighs if he wanted to. “Tell me every dirty thought you’re having about me.”

“I want you to kiss me! I want you inside me! I want you to cum in my mouth! I want you to take my virginity! I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk! I want you to wreck me! I want to be your personal slut!” The words spill out, dirty, shameful thoughts you never had until you met him. You’ve always been the innocent, naive one who blushes over a slightly naughty joke. Now you’re masturbating and screaming out your every desire in front of the king of villains. What’s happening to you?

Shigaraki gives you a teeth-baring grin. “Good girl,” he says, and that pushes you over the edge. You feel a rush of unbridled pleasure wash over your entire body. You arch your back, toss your head back, and scream out in ecstasy. You just experienced your first orgasm, and it felt incredible. You pant and tremble as your body relaxes and your head clears. That’s when you realize: Shigaraki just watched you have your first orgasm. The rush of euphoria you felt is replaced by a rush of embarrassment.

You close your legs and pull your shirt down in an effort to cover yourself, lowering your eyes to avoid looking at him. You can’t believe you said all those things, did all those things, in front of him. He must think you’re a total slut.

To your surprise, he sits down on the couch beside you and pulls you closer to him. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m gonna make all your wishes come true tonight. Starting with…” He tilts your chin up and presses his lips to yours, then slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s a soft, passionate kiss. “What do you think of me now?” he asks,

“I think I’m in love with you.” The answer comes freely, of course. Stupid truth serum.

It’s as if he can read your mind. He grins. “Truth Serum wore off just after you finished,” he says.

Your eyes widen. “You tricked me!”

He laughs, then kisses you again. “Ready for me to wreck you?”

You blush at your words being thrown back at you, but you nod and answer, “Yes.”

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-ˋˏ 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 ˎˊ-  𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖

genre: smut

cw: degrading, possessive behaviour, choking, praise, dirty talk, tomura scratching his initial in your skin, creampie, afab reader

wordcount: 1969

Only the moon was a source of light, falling through the large window of Tomura’s bedroom.

He saw the blueish light shining in the little pearls of sweat on your forehead as he leaned forward, closer towards you.

Along with the movement, he thrust back into you, making your muffled moan echo through the thick air and vibrate in his ears.

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[candycandy00]

Shigaraki x Reader Mommy Kink

For @szshig

Smut. 18+. Mommy Kink.

Note: I am super unfamiliar with this kink so I hope it's not too far off from what you wanted!

You had been with Shigaraki for a while now. You watched him struggle through his fight with Machia, becoming more exhausted and damaged as the days passed by. You wanted nothing more than to take him in your arms and comfort him, but you knew things like that were reserved for private moments between the two of you, not something to be put on display for the rest of the League. And you were there when he defeated Re-Destro, standing at the edge of the crater Shigaraki had made, staring down at his badly injured form. It was like torture for you, seeing him broken and bloody and in pain, and knowing that rushing down there to hold him would undermine everything he’d worked for. These people needed to see his strength.

You waited patiently as he and the others received medical attention. He was bandaged up, and given a nice suit to wear to make his debut as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front. You helped him with his tie, giving him a look that you hoped he could understand. I’m here for you. I’ll take care of you. That’s what you wanted to convey as you casually patted his shoulder and watched him walk out onto the stage.

Afterward, he’d left with the Doctor to discuss some new way of acquiring more power. You waited nervously, because you didn’t trust that Doctor and you just wanted Shigaraki safe in your arms. And finally, he came back.

Now you’re sitting up in the bed, in a room they gave you at the PLF’s base. Shigaraki has been given his own room, of course, but he came straight to yours. You’re waiting up for him, wearing a sheer negligee. One thin strap slides down your shoulder as you look up at him, standing in your doorway. He steps inside and closes the door behind him, looking tired with his bandages and heavy, stuffy clothes.

There’s was a quiet moment after he shrugs off the coat and suit jacket they gave him, where he just looks at you, his face softening before your eyes. You stand up from the bed, not bothering to pull the strap of your negligee back up, allowing your full breast to peek out. You hold out your arms and say, “Come here.”

He crosses the room so fast you forget his foot is injured. He buries his face in your chest, wrapping his arms around your torso and clinging to you like a child.

You stroke his hair with one hand. “You must be so tired, Tomura. You’ve worked so hard!” You only call him by that name when the two of you are alone. It’s just another way to display your affection for him.

You feel him nod against your breasts. “But I did it, didn’t I? I gained control of this huge group.”

“Yes, and we’re all so proud of you.” Your voice is soft and melodic as you gently pull him closer to the bed. You ease the both of you down to sit on the mattress, wanting him to take weight off his injured foot as soon as possible.

“I haven’t really slept in weeks,” he says, his eyes sliding closed as he leans against your shoulder. He sits like that for a few minutes, and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep sitting upright. Just when you’ve decided to try to lift his legs into the bed and get him comfortable, his eyes open again and he looks up at you. There’s a subtle grin on his face, like the kind a naughty child with a secret would wear.

“You know I can’t relax until I’ve had my ‘milk’.”

You smile warmly at him, knowing exactly what he wants. You reach up and slide down the other strap of your negligee, letting the silky fabric pool at your waist, both your ample breasts now exposed. He leans in immediately, taking as much flesh as he can into his mouth, sucking gently while his uninjured hand gropes at your other breast. “That’s right, baby. Take all the ‘milk’ you need,” you coo at him, running your hands through his soft hair. It’s cleaner than it’s been in weeks, smelling like shampoo after he finally got to take a shower before his speech. Of course you’re not actually lactating, but Shigaraki loves pretending to milk you, and you love the feeling of his tongue circling your nipples, the look of bliss on his face as he softly kneads the plump flesh with his fingers.

You’re the only person in the world who has seen this side of him, this sweetness, this vulnerability. The other members of the League are aware that the two of you are romantically involved, but they’re smart enough to not ask questions, to never pry for details. Aside from the occasional teasing comment from Toga, none of them ever say a word about the two of you as a couple. You laugh to yourself sometimes when you imagine what they would think if they could see the two of you like this - Shigaraki greedily sucking your nipples while you caress his hair and tell him how proud you are of him. Maybe they would laugh, or be shocked, but you’re willing to bet that a few of them would kill to have this kind of love and care in their lives. You genuinely hope they find it someday. Unfortunately for them, Shigaraki receives the entirety of your love.

Shigaraki lightly pinches the nipple not being teased by his tongue, and you toss your head back in pleasure, both your hands buried in his hair. “Ahhh… that feels so good, Tomura.”

He continues for a few more minutes, then eventually pulls away. His face looks slightly flushed as he looks at you, then he presses his lips to yours. You lean back on the bed, pulling him on top of you. “Sleep now. You need the rest.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, sounding half asleep already, lying across you. After reaching over to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, you rub his back gently until you hear him snoring. With Shigaraki safe in your arms, you finally drift off into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in weeks.

[cielcius]

you’re nearly passed-out drunk on katsuki’s back when he brings you back to your dorm, incomprehensible mumbling and occasional twitches coming from you as you try to keep yourself awake. he manages to open the door with one arm still holding you up, the other switching the light on to reveal an empty room. your other roommates must still be out partying.

the dorm is cramped with bunk beds and desks, seemingly scattered at random but you manage to make it work. katsuki finds your bed, a bottom bunk, and slowly turns his back to let you fall onto it. he’s mindful enough to make sure you won’t hit your head, turning to take your shoes off before draping a blanket over your figure. you peek at him when you feel a hand come up to smooth back your hair, the action making you lean into the palm of his hand that comes to rest on your cheek. “get some sleep, okay? i’m gonna go.”

your intoxicated mind takes control of your body when you see him start to pull away and stand from the bed, your hand reaching out to grasp at the hem of his shirt. “nooo. mm mm.” katsuki wants to smile at your disapproval of his departure, adoration swirling in his chest when he feels you tug him back. “hmm, what’s wrong?”

“don’ wan you to go.” katsuki lets himself smile this time, sitting back on the edge of your bed with a hand coming to unhook yours from his shirt before entangling them together. “you don’t want me to go?” you shake your head, your lips turned down in a pout. there’s a small whispered ‘no’ before silence falls, you being distracted by his hand as you grasp it with both of yours. he watches you for minutes manipulating the position of his hand, the curve of his fingers, before bringing his palm back to cup your cheek. there’s a pause, something that you want to say but won’t come out until you sit up.

“katsuki.” you look up at him, hands still playing with his in your lap. he waits quietly, watching as you look down at your hands before looking back up. there’s another pause, your eyes looking just below his. you’ve stopped playing with his hand, instead opting to hold onto it as if you’d lose him at any moment. you lean closer, eyes flicking back to his before settling on his lips, going back and forth once more until you finally slot your lips against his in a long-awaited kiss. katsuki closes his eyes as you do, thinking about nothing and everything at once. your hands holding his, your lips against his, and the feeling of you that surrounds him.

he doesn’t move, doesn’t get to before you pull back enough to whisper against his lips. “i like you. a lot.” he opens his eyes to meet you, looking up at him with emotions that drown and suffocate him until he can no longer find himself denying it. “i like you too. a lot.” he smiles when you do, eyes shining in excitement as he accepts and returns your confession.

“really?” he nods. “really.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, a kiss that says he’s liked you—loved you—for a long time now, and lets it rest there before pulling away. “you should sleep. okay?” he looks at you, hands cradling your face before he presses another kiss to your forehead. “you can’t stay?” katsuki smiles and shakes his head. he really wants to. “can i see you tomorrow?” katsuki nods, helping you lay back down before tucking you in. “i’ll work hard, so there’ll never be a day where you don’t see me.” you seem happy to hear him say that, excited, and so is he.

“and we’ll live together?” he nods. “and i’ll buy you the biggest house with anything you want.” your hands go back to playing with his. “i want to help too.” katsuki hums for you to continue. “i wanna give you things too, and buy you a house too, with anything you want.” katsuki’s chuckle comes watery, a shaky sigh that breezes through him before he nods. “okay. you can help.”

“and we’ll do it together?”

“and we’ll do it together.”

[dabisqueen]

Virgin Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, creampie, overstimulation || Header by me (edit of a manga panel) || biggest shoutout to @/crumbly-scrombly for co-writing this with me

Virgin Dabi 

He will try his hardest, literally his absolute hardest to not cum immediately, but he will as soon as his thick spongy tip breaches the entrance of your tight cunt.

His fat cock will unmistakably twitch and throb, shooting thick creamy cum inside of you.

A shudder will run up his spine, a broken groan spilling from his parted gnarled lips as his eyes flutter shut.

And he'll breathe hard, letting out a choked, throaty "Oh fuck—"

If you move against him, slow and sensually, he will try his best to keep it down but literally cannot help himself — your name will be on his lips with every roll of your hips.

Will get all defensive when you start giggling "That good, huh?” and huff in annoyance, averting his gaze, a cute blush spreading across his cheeks.

He doesn’t have much feeling in the rest of his body so this new sensation of orgasmic bliss is literally out of this world for him. 

After he cums, he'll stay inside you until he gets hard again, cause it's so comfy and soft in there.

He'll hold you in place and secretly enjoys the intimacy and closeness. Just don’t point that out, he doesn’t want his mask to slip too far (yet) - so he'll pretend to just want cockwarming.

His big cock won't be soft for long, it’ll grow rock hard in no time, especially if you keep praising, complimenting him. It's what fuels his ego - and his cock.

Then RIP, cause he's not gonna stop until you've cummed multiple times. Because in his mind he has to outdo any competition and make you feel the best any guy has ever made - he wants to be the only one in the world for you. 

When his balls are drained, he literally passes out on top of you. He’s so blissed out and if you tell him how well he’s done you might be rewarded with the softest of smiles you've ever seen on his face.

Virgin Shigaraki

He's rough and doesn't care, because that man has no shame, and also no patience. He's got the “all or nothing” mindset – so you better prepare for a rough ride. 

He also doesn’t really know how to be gentle? At least not at first, that man still has a lot to learn about love and sex and all that. He wants to make you feel good in the only way he knows how. 

Just sheathes himself into you without warning and cums on the spot.

His fat cock will be twitching hard while shooting his load.

But you won't notice, too blissed out by the feeling of being impaled on him, struggling to hold back your own orgasm.

Won't admit he just came either, even though you feel his hot cum dripping down your ass.

He'll stay rock hard and start pumping his cock inside of you, cheeks bright red, ignoring the feeling of getting overstimulated because it means he gets a few more precious moments like this with you.

Eyes screwed shut, his head leans against yours, blissfully enjoying this sweet torture he’s putting himself through. 

He'll have you screaming and moaning in no time while he assaults your tight cunt with his fat gamer cock.

His pleasure is first and foremost at this stage of the relationship. However, if you’re really begging and writing he’ll switch positions to make it a little easier on you. He wants to keep fucking you afterall, and it’s better if you want it too.

Won't stop until you've squirted on his cock at least a couple of times.

Because he secretly adores you so much, just doesn’t know how to appropriately show it yet.

[candycandy00]

Shigaraki x Reader Breath Play

For @th3h0nkz

Smut. 18+. Breath Play/Choking

“I want you to choke me.”

There, you said it. You’ve been working up the nerve to say that for weeks, ever since Shigaraki told you he’d gotten enough control over his quirk to be able to touch things with all five fingers without issue. You’ve always wanted to try it, always wanted to feel his rough, dry hands closing on your throat. But up until recently, you knew it was impossible. Your sex life with Shigaraki was satisfying, but it always felt like something was missing.

Things are different now.

Sitting on the bed in Shigaraki’s room, you decided to just blurt out the request. Now he’s staring at you, and you catch it immediately: the flash of excitement in his eyes. Oh yeah, he’s into this. He grins. “If that’s what you want, sure.”

You can’t get your clothes off fast enough for him, and he’s tugging at your underwear to hurry you along, his own shirt discarded on the floor and his pants open, halfway down his hips already. He approaches from behind, gently rubbing his hands up your shoulders, over your collar bones, and then to your delicate neck. His right hand closes slowly, his left stroking your throat with the two fingers he has left.

He leans forward, pressing his chest to your bare back, and puts his mouth close to your ear. “Ready?” he asks, his voice barely more than a warm breath against your skin.

You can’t nod with his hands on your throat, so you breathe out a quiet “Yes”.

And that’s all the preparation you get. His hands begin to squeeze, softly at first, just enough to make taking a deep breath difficult. Just that is enough to get you wet. Just the threat of what’s to come.

You let out a shuddering sigh and then suck in what air you can, your breath hitching in your slightly constricted throat. God, it feels good. It’s even better when Shigaraki increases the pressure suddenly, nearly cutting your air off completely. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you pant, your body reflexively trying to take in what oxygen it can. Then, just when he presses so tightly that no air will come in at all, he suddenly releases you.

You collapse forward on the bed, gasping. Before you can fully catch your breath, Shigaraki turns your around, so that you’re facing each other on your knees in the middle of the bed. He pushes your thighs apart and shoves his cock inside you. It’s so sudden that you inhale sharply. His hands are back around your neck before you can exhale, slowly increasing the pressure as he thrusts into you.

It’s getting harder to breathe, the shallow breaths you do take in only seem to tease you. It’s a struggle to keep yourself from clawing at his hands, a battle to fight your body’s primal urge to protect itself. But you’ve never been more turned on in your life. Shigaraki’s cock has never felt so good before, his thrusts matching the timing of your quick, tiny breaths.

He’s squeezing even tighter now, his face inches from yours, watching you while wearing that grin full of teeth, his red eyes looking crazed. Any other person would run screaming from that smile of his, those eyes that look like he wants to skin you alive. But you know Shigaraki. You know he gets this look when he’s excited, when he’s enjoying himself. And you think it’s incredibly hot.

Your mouth is open, trying desperately to drink in any air it can. He suddenly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, You almost panic, almost use the safe gesture the two of you used when you experimented with gagging each other a few weeks ago. But you don’t. You don’t want this to end yet. You draw in a small amount of air through your nose.

He pulls away from the kiss, watching you with that unhinged expression again. You can feel yourself clamping tightly onto him as your body goes through all sorts of reactions while it fights for air. Then, all at once, his hands tighten, and your next breath gets stuck in your mouth, no way to continue past your throat and into your lungs.

A couple of seconds pass, your eyes glazing over, your hands coming to rest on his arms but not trying to pull them away. Then two things happen. Shigaraki cums inside you, and you have the most earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever had.

He releases your neck immediately and you choke on the air that’s flowing into your mouth, panting as you fall against his chest, suddenly feeling weak. He holds you gently for a few moments until your breathing returns to something resembling normal. This little experiment was a major success, and you can’t wait to do it again.

[nezuscribe]

so...bakugo has a problem with spoiling you. and at first, bakugo thinks that sort of thing is outrageous. he’s not a fan of pda, gifts, or anniversaries. that could probably be partial because he never had a good enough girlfriend that lasted long enough to celebrate these things with, so he just never saw the need for them.

all of his friends would gush about how much they looked forward to the cards from their significant other, the flowers, and the shower of compliments, but he didn’t seem to affect by it that much.

and, sure, maybe sometimes he wanted to spend it with somebody. sometimes he longed to hold somebody’s hand when he was working late into the early hours of the morning, a comfort he had longed for ever since he outgrew the childish need for touch. but, he was a busy man. he couldn’t outwardly look for something like that until it fell right into his lap.

yeah, well, that was until you.

and when you literally bumped into him on an early morning jog, looking off somewhere else to notice the 6’5 foot brute coming your way. he wasn’t sure how he managed to work his way through the awkward small talk, especially when you were such a cheerful person (at five in the morning, no less), and he had a date with you the following night. it turned into frequent meetings at each other's apartments, you spending some nights at his office, sprawled over the couch in the corner as you ranted about the annoying women at your work who kept piling shifts on you. and, much to katsuki's chagrin, he fell for you. in the way he promised himself he’d never fall for anybody. but it's fine, he'll be there to catch himself until it gets too much.

until he couldn't and you became his only lifeline. falling didn't seem to be so bad if somebody was gonna be there to catch him - undeniably cheesy, he's well aware - and he finally understood why kiri was raging on and on about his girlfriend. finally.

"for you," he said one night, a black velvet sitting on his palm, open-faced as he looked up at you eagerly, a tad bit of worry in his eyes as he was terrified you weren't going to like it.

and he was suddenly becoming a little nauseous because you weren't saying anything and although the pearl necklace was really light it was sinking into his hand.

"um, babe...." you pause, your fingers dancing over the chain of the necklace as you worriedly look up into his red eyes, "am i forgetting something?"

and he shook his head, taking the initiative as he moves behind you, taking the pieces of delicate jewelry out from its box as he gets to work with his fingers, surprisingly nimble as he latches the lock together, his hands shaking a bit as he tries to catch a glimpse of your view in mirror adjacent to the two of you.

"nah," he presses a hot kiss to the place where your neck meets your collarbone, snuggling deep into it, almost feeling feral at the smell of your perfume as his arms pull you closer to his chest, "just a little somethin' i thought ya'd like."

so after that, he's dead set on gifts, after all, he's just got so much money and nothing to spend it on, so you've become the prime focus of his bank account.

and every time you tell him you don't want gifts, that you try to push them off, he doesn't listen, saying that it's the least he could do since he can't actually give you the world (no matter how much he wants to). he knows you're not materialistic, far from it, but he doubts there's somebody in the world that actively hates receiving gifts.

if your eyes linger on a channel coat or burberry perfume he's quick to put it in the cart. he'll observe you, see what things you secretly try to fawn over, and makes sure to surprise it with it the next time you come to his office. pulling it out of his desk drawer, wrapped in a bow as he winks with his signature, "for you."

because the thing is, bakugo doesn't really know how to show his love. he's not good with his words or emotions because he's still working on those, but even if your scowl is lined with an all-grateful smile whenever he gifts you something, he knows he must be doing something right.

just give him some time, and he'll figure everything else out. he just needs to learn how you show affection, and learn other ways of expressing it (minus the gifts, he's not giving that up).

so, for now, take those prada boots without complaint. 'cause there's a pair of versace pumps waiting for you next to your nightstand. all wrapped and pretty, just for you, from your loving 'ki.

[mushroommanstan]

Strange feelings

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Warning: masturbation, clueless Shig, cuck, watching dabi n you fuck without you guys knowing

Shigaraki, Dabi x reader

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You moaned obnoxiously loud, again, followed by deep, breathy grunts as Dabi fucked into you so hard his bed was squeaking.

Shigaraki groaned, not from arousal but from annoyance as he tried to focus on his work. His thoughts kept getting interrupted by your unrestrained voice, every single night. It was bad enough he had to share walls with Dabi, why the hell did they have to be so thin? And why the hell wouldn’t you just. shut. up.?

Ever since you two had met you had been fucking like rabbits, especially during the nights causing Shigaraki to get even less sleep. But it wasn’t just the volume of the noise that was keeping him up, it was also the strange effects it was having on his body.

Of course he had felt these urges before, but he never really had the time or interest to pursue them. Plus, if it were that important his Sensei would have talked to him about it, so clearly exploring them would not be a good use of his time.

But the painful pangs of electricity shooting through his dick were getting too intense to ignore. Clearly, it were the noises that were causing this, and while he respected the need for privacy, he couldn’t take the havoc it was reeking on his body any longer. He had told Dabi to shut up more than he could count but he figured a little reminder couldn’t hurt.

Shigaraki rose from his gamer chair, his dick standing at attention making it more difficult to walk. Weird. He sulked over to Dabis room, banging on the door.

No answer.

Not even a courtesy “what do you want?”.

You both just continued on like you hadn’t heard him, possibly even louder than before.

He seethed with anger, grabbing the door knob and disintegrating it in frustration of it being locked. He kicked open the door, ready to yell but instead stopped in his tracks and gasped loudly.

Sure he had heard about sex, he knew the basic outline of it. Dick goes in vagina, after a while they cum, and if no precautions are taken a baby is made. Got it. But seeing it… well that was just so, so much more different than he had thought.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak as he stood there in awe, watching your sloppy hole being filled repeatedly by Dabis cock. His hand instinctively grabbed his crotch before he even realized it. The fuck was his hand doing down there? Why did it feel… good?

Your face… your expressions… your moans… before they just caused him agony but the more he started rubbing himself the more the pain started to feel good. You both were just so sweaty and sticky and gross and so fucking hot!

He pawed at his erection as he watched Dabi fill you up again and again, both your faces flushed red much like his. He didn’t exactly know what he was doing but all he knew was that it felt right. Hmmm, I wonder how it would feel with my bare hand?

His hand traveled under the hem of his pants, and the moment his fingers brushed over his leaking tip he couldn’t stop a needy whine from leaving his lips, not that either of you could hear it over yourselves.

He let his fingertips dance along his shaft, teasing touches that only felt better and better as he continued. After a moment it almost felt like something was going to happen but he wasn’t sure what, only that his dick felt like it was about to explode but in a good way. It seemed like you and dabi felt it too, his thrusts speeding up and your moans turning into desperate keens. He knew he should probably stop but his hand wouldn’t listen, his fingers finally wrapping around his shaft, giving himself quick jerks.

Finally, he reached his peak at the same time you two had, his moan being gone unnoticed by the volume of yours. A wetness filled his pants and covered his hand, much like white stuff had filled your sopping cunt. His legs shaked, and he felt like he was going to pass out, but he didn’t care. He hadn’t felt that good in years, maybe even his life! Now he felt so relaxed, so peaceful. Like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He watched Dabi collapse on top of you, both your eyes closing as you soaked in your post orgasm bliss. He withdrew his hand, his dick returning back to its normal, soft state. What a revelation! He wondered if he would ever feel like that again! Does his sensei know about this? Probably not! Otherwise we would have told him. He must report all of this to him at once! Oh, he’ll be so proud!

Shigaraki left in a hurry, scurrying off out of sight right as Dabi’s eyes fluttered open. He rolled off of you, digging through his pants and grabbing a cigarette. He turned back to you, cigarette lit and eyes hazy, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his wrist.

“How long has the door been open?”

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Aight so, I know this is shitty but I think I’m improving? Idk, just hope you liked it lol. Thanks for reading, have a great day!

[our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace]

Reader sending a moan voice recording to BNHA boys

Slight warning: suggestive

A/N: imma go get some help now 🏃‍♂️💨

Masterlist🌻

[chaiiskindagross]

sasaeng — an obsessive fan who stalks or engages in other behavior constituting an invasion of privacy of idols, drama actors, or other public figures.

inspiration.

art credits -> @/spindahs

may whoever reads this have their souls cleansed afterwards because i… i dug deep within the putrid depths of my perverted soul to write this sleazy shit.

dust bunny.

saesang! streamer! tomura shigaraki! x idol! slight danger-junkie! fem! reader

content warnings: quirks do exist here, male masturbation, abduction, noncon touching, spit play, degradation, slapping, choking, fingering, humiliation, manhandling, unconsensual videotaping, afab reader, overstimulation, slight leather kink (my bad y’all but i couldn’t help it), crying, shiggy calls reader “dust bunny”, forceable penetration with an object not meant for intercourse, unedited w/ typos (probably)

my headcannons included: the thumbnail art is how i’m visually imagining shiggy as, thicker than a bowl of outmeal who’s a little dry and unkept, how does he find the time to even work out when all he does is game? sometimes his streaming fans like to watch him workout and they tip him big coins so he ended up bulking up without realizing, mountain dew and pizza makes a man thicc if paired with dumbbells (shut up i don’t know how science works)

“Get on all fours and bark like the bitch you are.”

Eventually, he came. Right on his phone screen and right onto the music video of you. The shot came right at the perfect time too, with you doing a little idiotic dance to the upbeat tempo of the song. After his little cumtribute to you (he’s already done more of those than he can count), he attempts to wipe the phone screen off with the sleeve of his ratty long sleeve but ends up fucking his phone up ever so slightly— ending up on a video that nearly made him nearly grind his teeth down to his gums.

“Visual Idol (stage name) from R. E. D. and lead rapper Dabi from L. O. V. have been spotted coming out of a cafe together! Aren’t they so cute?” The narrator of the video asks, the video zooming in on a picture of said idols holding hands and walking out of a cafe together, just as what was said. “Rumors have it that these two have been courting each other for quite some time—“

“Visual Idol (stage name) from R. E. D. and lead rapper Dabi from L. O. V. have been spotted coming out of a cafe together! Aren’t they so cute?” The narrator of the video asks, the video zooming in on a picture of said idols holding hands and walking out of a cafe together, just as what was said. “Rumors have it that these two have been courting each other for quite some time—“

Exiting out of the app, Shigaraki tossed the phone aside and then clenched his jaw a few times. Out of habit he then brought his hand up to his mouth to start biting down on his nails, quietly mumbling and cursing to himself about how much a whoring bitch you were, spreading your legs for anyone and everyone that wasn’t him. He’s let you have enough freedom, it was time to get you home.

…

It was tiresome having to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. The tie he wore was too tight, the suit made his feel itchy and stupid. But he had to keep reminding himself this was for all the greater good. You were worth the trouble and if you dared to oppose him he would surely put you back into your place as his little bitch, especially made for him and only him.

He’d landed himself (more like hacked his way into) a job as one of your temporary personal bodyguards. It took some effort but he managed and here he was, waiting patiently in front of the hotel room you were staying at, separate from the other group members.

Shigaraki had knocked on your door a few minutes ago and announced his presence, in which you had responded that you’d be there in a second, but you seemed to have made little to no effort on opening the door. It was starting to piss him off and his willpower was dwindling to the point where he was about to rip the door right off its hinges just so he could have a look at you, maybe even witness you changing clothes or strutting around bare and exposed.

Unfortunately, the door had opened. Those aren’t your tits, who the hell is… Oh.

You really had a knack for pissing him off.

Shigaraki couldn’t help the disgusted look that crossed his face when he came eye to eye with none other than, Dabi. The idiot who had caused all of this nonsense in the first place.

“Fuck’s wrong with your face, pal? Fix it,” the male idol sneered, squaring the other man up with a feeling of distaste on his tongue.

Shigaraki nearly spat right into the other man’s mouth until he heard your sweet little angelic voice that nearly got his dick hard, coming from behind the tall, lanky, dark-haired man that was pissing him off.

You’d just finished getting ready and were about to open the hotel room door yourself until you came across the sight of Dabi and some stranger in a suit. You slowly approached and glanced over his shoulder to lock eyes with a man you didn’t know but you did recognize the familiar tag that dangled from the lanyard around his neck that signaled he was someone from your agency.

“Ah, hello there. Sorry for making you wait, you’re my bodyguard for tonight, right?” You asked, reaching over to grab your shoes to slide them on, “I think we’ve still got plenty of time to get on the road and head to where we are so I can get dressed.”

Shigaraki said nothing. Only nodding his head at your question as he watched you move around the hotel to get everything you needed.

While Shigaraki was watching you, Dabi was watching Shigaraki, trying to figure out where he’d seen this guys face before. He didn’t look famous but he swears he’s seen him before, but where? His thoughts were interrupted when you had suddenly kissed his cheek and then stepped out of the room to stand nearby Shigaraki.

“Alright, I’m ready to go. Bye babe, I’ll be back later tonight,” you hummed, waving at him as you messed with the surgical mask that covered half of your face. You then turned to look at your new bodyguard before glancing down to read his name tag, “Ahh, Toma. Cute name, should we get going then?” You wasted no time after that and began heading down the hallway to where the elevators were.

The two men you’d left behind made no effort to move, instead, their eyes lingered on the swish of your hips and the way you walked. Seconds later, the two of them then locked eyes and silently glared at one another. Dabi had opened his mouth to say something else but he was quickly ignored by Shigaraki who had decided to turn and leave, walking after you to where you were waiting at the elevator doors.

Once you both had entered the large machine, you fixed the cap on your head, as well as your shades and then sighed, stretching out your arms and fingers. Thankfully the sun was still out this evening or else you would have looked especially suspicious. From his peripheral, he continued to watch you, somewhat displeased by the covering that masked your features. He wanted to take the damn things off of you and fuck your throat right there but he couldn’t, not if he didn’t want his true motives realized.

Eventually, he’d wordlessly brought you to the rented car that he’d been given and made sure to slide on his leather gloves before he’d start to drive. You sat in the backseat as clueless as ever to the hell ride you were about to embark on, opting for getting comfortable in the back and pulling out your phone to entertain yourself for the drive to the studio to prepare for your meet and greet. You’d taken off your hat, mask, and shades to get more comfortable, sinking down into the cushiony seats without a care in the world.

Too bad you’d never make it there.

…

Wow, this drive was taking a little longer than you’d expected. Was there traffic or something? You finally ended up asking this to yourself after some time of falling down the rabbit hole, other known as social media.

When you had finally looked up and glanced out the window you noticed something was— off. Why weren’t you in the city anymore? Where was the meeting place? You were more than sure that the meet and greet was in the city, definitely not here.

“Uh… Hey, Toma, are we lost or something? We seem to be a little too far out,” you offer, leaning forward a little in your seat to peek at him. You notice his reddened eyes flicker to your fave in the overhead mirror and then an unsettling smile creeps up into his face. He hadn’t said a word to you until now and you immediately tensed up when you’d realized how fucked up things had just become.

“Oh no, we’re going in the right direction, Y/N. I’m taking you home for your punishment.”

“Wait, what? I don’t even live out here. Are you crazy?”

Silence.

“Hey, I asked you a question.”

Nothing.

“Hey! Toma!”

This elicits a sigh from his chapped lips when he suddenly slams on the breaks, causing you to lurch forward in your seat, your seatbelt choking you in the process as it presses against your windpipe, your phone flying out of your hands and into the front seat. Taking the opportunity to get rid of said evidence after stopping the car, Shigaraki grabbed your phone and tossed it out of the window before rolling the window back up.

He then turns around in the driver’s seat, placing one hand onto the back of the passenger seat he looked right at you and spoke.

“You really do have no home training, Y/N. But don’t worry, I’ll fix that for you. No more acting like a pampered little pillow princess,” he cooed, the corner of his mouth twitching ever so slightly in amusement as he watched you have a bit of a coughing fit, rubbing at your throat.

Once you got yourself together, you exhaled and then looked at him with a glare, squinting at him, “I don’t know what you want but you can kiss my ass, alright? Fuck you and your “punishment,” asshole.”

His lip only seemed to twitch even more, pleased by what he was hearing. It would be so much more fun to have you rebel instead of being so docile, he couldn’t wait to break you.

…

The drive seemed to last even longer. You’d already tried the doors but the child locks were on and he even went as far as to locking the windows. What even was this guy doing? Last time you checked you weren’t exactly… kidnap material, so what fantasy did he have of you in his mind to have him doing this?

Fortunately, your drive would soon come to an end when Shigaraki pulls up the driveway of a house that’s shielded by a giant gate with barbed wire and warnings about them being electrified. Welp, there goes one escape plan.

When the gates parted you examined the house as he drove up into the driveway, noting that it wasn’t too big but it wasn’t small either. But it was oddly modern and sleek looking. What kind of so-called “bodyguard” could afford a house like this? This guy was beyond confusing.

“You live here?” You ask, even if it sounded like a stupid question you couldn’t help your curiosity as he parked the car right in front of the entrance.

“You can’t be that dumb, right?“ He asks without answering your question, getting out of the car, not bothering to shut the door. You scoffed at his rudeness and then waited for him to come and open the door for you before spitting back, “Are all kidnappers supposed to be this rude? Try being nice to me and I might just let you live.”

“Hah, that’s my line,” he humorlessly chuckled, “Get out.” You did as he said and stood out of the car, noting the size difference between yourself and him.

You were about to kick him in the balls and run somewhere but you were unable to. Stopped dead in your tracks as you witness something disturbing.

Shigaraki had taken his glove off and put his hand onto the roof of the car you’d just gotten out of, the large contraption turning into dust from a single touch.

The sight made you freeze in fear, watching his every move as you realized what he could do to you. You even watched as he put the glove back on that left his pinky and ring finger free. A part of you was frightened, worried even that he would disintegrate you just like that car. But… another part of you was intrigued, thrilled by the rush. You could already feel your heart thumping against your sternum.

Shigaraki sighed at his handiwork and then turned to look at you, your eyes locking. He was silent at first but then grabbed onto your forearm, tugging you towards the entrance doors rather roughly. For some reason, your body reacted in a rather obedient manner and you trudged after him, still trying to get a grasp on your surroundings.

Once you were forced inside, the doors being locked behind you with what sounded like multiple locks, you glanced around and took in the interior of the house. Dark walks, dark decor, lots of red and black.

You were so busy looking around that you hadn’t realized how close he had gotten to you, looming over you from behind. “Like your new home? Cleaned up just for you.” His slightly high pitched voice dropped down a few octaves in a whisper, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. Goosebumps rose over your skin and you quickly stepped away from him, turning to face him as you tried to calm your heart down and ignore the heat pooling in your core.

What’s wrong with you? Nothing! This guy’s the freak here.

“How long are you gonna keep me here? People are gonna notice that I’m not at the meet an greet. I make a lot of people rich so they’re gonna wanna know where their cash pig is,” you stated, knowing that you had basically objectified yourself but you didn’t want to beat around the bush with some sappy bullshit, “Are you gonna kill me?”

This earned a laugh from him, amused by your truthfulness. It seemed that he truly did have an eye for people he liked.

“No. That would be a waste. I’d prefer if you were alive, fucking a corpse may be a kink for some people but its not mine,” he openly admitted, closing the distance between the two of you. You decided not to move away, wondering what he was going to do to you. Suddenly, his hand moved to the back of your head and he grabbed your neck, pulling your head back so you could look up at him, a gasp escaping you as you struggled in his grasp for a second. He then gave your neck a squeeze, “Stop moving.”

You listened. Wow, you really were obedient, weren’t you?

“This is your own fault. You could have kept your freedom a little longer but than you decided to get with him,” he spat, squinting down at you, a dark look in his eyes, “Tell me. What made you choose him? Is it because he’s pretty or maybe— it’s his dick? Hm, how big is it? Perhaps we can test that.”

The questions he asked threw you off, making you recoil and look at him like he’d just said the dumbest shit you’d ever heard. His fingers suddenly brushed over the back of your neck and you involuntarily trembled, watching as his eyes scanned over your face before he spoke again, “Answer me.”

Without meaning to you stuttered out, “Y-yes!”

“Yes what? Yes, his dick is big or yes he’s pretty? Use your words like a good girl, would you?”

“Yes… to both,” you finally answered, shivering at his choice words that went right to the pit of your stomach.

He observed your expression in silence for a bit and then an idea came to mind, a creepy smile spreading across his face. “Hey, listen. I’ve got a fun little idea. How do you feel about being a guest on my stream?”

That was surprising. His stream? Wait, did he kidnap you to boost his following or something?

…

“Mmph! Please!” You mewled when another slap had landed onto your dripping folds, body jolting and shaking like you’d just been shocked, tears streaming down your face. The leather on his fingers added onto the pleasure you’d felt as he rubbed a burning circle onto your clit, grinning at the sight of your trembling form on his lap.

Never have you ever thought you’d be in a situation like this before. You still didn’t know how you ended up letting him strip you bare and propped up in his lap in front of his camera, fingering you in front of millions of people who decided to tune in this evening to his unexpected stream. He’d had the decency to hide your identity in his own way, an eyeless red ski mask that covered your entire face but left your mouth open. He’d stripped away one of your senses and made the others become slightly heightened, much to your unfortunate demise.

“Ahh, she’s pretty isn’t she? Oh, that’s right, you can’t see her face,” he hummed, still rubbing away your clit like he was trying to start a fire, “Just take my word. You’re my pretty little bitch, aren’t you, dust bunny?“

You whimpered in response, earning another slap to your cunt. He used his freehand to possessively grab your chin and squeeze your face, pushing your lips together into a kissy face before he forced your mouth open, spitting into it, “Swallow.”

You tried to shy away from him but to no avail, earning another slap to your folds that only made your poor core even more raw and sore, coincidentally making you gulp his spit along with your own.

Pleased with this, Shigaraki leans in and gives you an opened mouth kiss, rolling his tongue around yours while he dipped his uncovered pinky and ring finger into your entrance. You could feel his glove rubbing against you but that only added to the pleasure you’d felt.

Up until now he’d just been abusing your clit by rubbing it, giving you orgasm after orgasm, only now did he finally put his fingers into you. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t waiting for this moment.

His two fingers pumped into slowly, your cunt drooling all over his slender digits that twisted and turned around inside of you, occasionally making a scooping motion to lightly tap his fingers against your spot. With each hit your back arched off of him and you pulled away from the kiss, your head rolling back as you leaned against his shoulder, gasping for air, squirming around on his lap as you attempted to ride his digits.

Shigaraki hadn’t even pulled his cock out and did anything to you but he’d already came in his pants, but he didn’t mind ruining the shitty suit. But you didn’t seem to notice that, too busy trying to ride out your multitude of orgasms that hit you repeatedly, wave after wave.

However, you weren’t prepared for what was to come next and before you could even consider the chance of stopping yourself, you silently screeched and squirted all over the place, the camera being in the splash zone especially. A look of surprise crosses over his face at your sudden gush and he slowly removed his fingers.

He grabbed the webcam from its place and proceeded to get a close up of your pussy that clenched and unclenched around nothing, glistening with your juices, “Would you look at that? God, you’re disgusting. Pissing all over the place. You filthy fucking whore.”

You whined in response, eager to defend yourself but were unable to get a word in when he nearly stuffed the entire camera into you, giving the viewers an even deeper look into you. Thankfully the webcam was waterproof. At this point it was almost like he was giving you an off the record cervical exam. He then pulled it out, eyeing the camera that was now coated in your juices, he set the camera back down where it was without even cleaning it, puddle of your nectar pooling up on varying spots on his desk.

The comments were all over the place. Everyone was going wild at this newest content, praising Shigaraki for such a great stream. Some asking to see your face, others saying how familiar you seemed, many of them wanted more, which he was more than happy to give.

“Ready to get started, dust bunny?”

Get started??? What??? You’d been going at this for an hour already! What did he mean “get started?”

BONUS:

Dabi had been sleeping for quite a bit in your hotel room but was awakened by the sound of his phone vibrating, signaling a message. Groaning as he sat up, he pulled his phone up and squinted at the brightness of the screen.

“Hey, Dab dab, look at this shit, man! I TOLD you this guy was fucking crazy, but look at this girl he’s got on the stream,” a message read, a link being sent right after. It was a message from his weird cousin who he bought weed from.

Curiously, the idol clicked on the link and leaned against the headboard, one arm behind his head as he lazily started looking at what was playing on the screen. It took him a second but once he processed what was going on, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

“That son of a bitch. I knew I saw him from somewhere!”

part 2 anyone? anyone? just me? we’ll see

[lovecraft3d]

❑ you don't belong anywhere but here, right?

shigaraki / black f.reader

꩜ tags :: a/b/o, alpha shiggy, beta reader, possessive behavior, oral sex (f receiving), scent kink, implied childhood friends to lovers but you have to squint really hard

꩜ wc :: 1.4k

꩜ a/n :: i babied shiggy despite knowing all the terrors he could commit and i am not apologizing for it

your lying in bed, the best bed in the entire hideout, when the door opens. you can tell it's shigaraki before he even steps foot into your room, strong alpha scent swirling in the air, silhouette clear by the hallway light. he doesn't say anything, just climbs into your bed and huddles close.

his voice edges on a pouty whine when he finally decides to speak. "y/nnn..."

"hm?" you respond non-attentively, trying to find the best position to scroll on your phone with the newly added weight of the heavy alpha. shigaraki doesn't say anything—typical behavior from him, and he tugs you closer, nosing into your scent gland. you don't know why he bothers on scenting you, partly because you are a beta for one, with an especially weak scent and alphas are drawn to omegas naturally anyway. but you aren't going to fight the attention.

it's kind of nice. for once, it's like he's finally focused on you.

you pet him softly, waiting for an answer; reminding yourself to wash his hair later on tommorow, depending on his schedule.

"nothing" shigaraki finally mumbles into your skin, emitting a soft purr. his hands dance and pinch along your sides. "just wanted you"

humming, you tilt your head to the left to give him better access. lately, this has become a sort of nighttime routine, and you are no longer surprised by it. it tends to happen more often when he's stressed out, or upset.

a part of you is afraid of the day when shigaraki will finally settle for an omega, or the day when he will surely leave you behind. because you don't do much for the league and therefore you don't really have a purpose, besides being something sentimental to him. so you don't complain about the scenting and the cuddles.

kurogiri knocks on the door. you giggle quietly at the unpleased noise in the back of shigaraki's throat. "y/n, tomura, dinners ready"

"not hungry" shigaraki grumbles, pulling you closer when you try to leave. you can hear kurogiri sigh before the door opens and he's flicking on the lights. he isn't surprised either—to see you all tangled up together. kurogiri steps into the room, movement quickly stilled by the low rumbling growl coming from shigaraki.

it makes the hair raise up on your arms. the action must surprise kurogiri too, considering how shigaraki's never growled at him before, and he leaves without further prompting. when the door finally closes, you turn to shigaraki with a curious look.

"what was that at all about??"

"i just didn't wanna get up. don't wanna leave you"

"shigaraki..." you prod, poking at him. this isn't usual behavior for him, and he knows that and you are irked at the way he picks and chooses what he hears. he dutifully ignores your nudges and attempts at conversation for nuzzling closer, almost straddling you (you try not to think too hard about it—you might have a faint scent, but he would smell arousal on you right away and that's not a path you want to go down tonight. or ever).

there are only ten minutes of peace before shigaraki gets restless again. he noses against your throat, growling lowly in irritation, knocking your phone out of your hands, sends it clattering down to the floor noisily. you open your mouth to chastise him, but the words die in your throat when you feel the flat part of his tongue licking up the side of your scent gland.

you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, stilling instantly. if shigaraki notices, he doesn't say anything about it, leaving you to panic internally. there's no way that he just...

except there is. and he does it a second time, then a third, exhaling against the side of your chilly damp skin and whining. his fingers dig into your sides, fingers flexing like he wants to pop them.

"more, y/n" he demands, body trembling. "fuck—you smell so good, give me more" on instinct, or maybe the deepest part of you that's always wanted this, you tilt your head so that he can crowd in on you more. he growls again, although more in approval or appreciation, and not territorial.

he nips at your throat, just under your scent gland, and rolls his hips, cock half-hard against your hip. you gasp, suddenly brought back to your senses. you fist your hand in his hair, pulling him away from you (much to his displeasure, as he whines and tries to get close again).

"tomura, you're in pre-rut" you say, trying to keep your voice clear and level. after all, isn't this what betas are good for? being neutral and transparent, the middle ground. guilt washes over you, why hadn't you realized before? the signs were clearly there. this had nothing to do with shigaraki being stressed. "you aren't thinking very clearly right now...and i don't want you to do anything you'd regret, okay?"

shigaraki shakes his head, glaring at you. "no. it's not. i want you"

you hadn't expected him to refute. floundering you try to explain it to him in a different approach. "well, your hormones are just going a little crazy. and um, i'll call kurogiri and ask him to get you an omega—"

"wanted you even before i presented. wanted you since we were kids, swore i was gonna make you mine" his eyes dart everywhere, gaze focused solely on you that it makes you nervous. "it's okay if you don't think so now, but i can prove myself. be a good alpha for you"

your heart thunders in your chest. you're sure he can hear it. your chest feels heavy from his words, from his confession and you tighten your fingers into the fabric of his jacket. it's all you've ever wanted to hear. shigraki makes a confused sound in the back of his throat (it's cute) before you pull him down for a kiss.

in true alpha fashion, he tries to take control of it from the beginning, too harsh and too sharp, teeth clacking and noses bumping. you have to pull him back some and then ease him into the kiss slowly, starting with a small peck on the corner of his mouth. you kiss him the way you've always wanted, melting into him. shigaraki presses in closer, caging you in, pawing at your thin camisole.

his fingers trace up your chest, cupping your tits hesitantly, gazing at them like it's the first time he's ever seen a pair in his life. he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, exhaling breathlessly when the smell of your arousal wafts into his attentive nose. shigaraki traces around the brown bud teasingly, smiling at every noise it pulls from you. he pushes his face back into your neck, rolling his hips into your clothed cunt.

"t-tomura...please—" the alpha answers your plea by whispering a soft is this okay, gesturing to your short cottony shorts, tugging them off of you, and tossing them to the side. he lowers himself down, putting himself between your now spread legs. shigaraki noses at your panties, whining at the smell of it.

"g'gonna eat you out, show you how good of an alpha i am" he says, licking hot stripes over your underwear, doing it again when you moan for him, nice and loud. he tugs your underwear to the side, not quite pulling them off, and laps at your pussy, groaning into your core and rutting his hips against the bed.

you're absolutely sure he's never had anyone before, aside from the usual omegas for his ruts and it makes you wonder where he could have possibly learned this from, slurping and licking at your cunt like he's starved for it. you can hear him growling again—approvingly, mumbling about how good you are, how sweet you taste, how badly he wants to make you his. swears he's gonna die if he doesn't get to eat you out anymore, or ever again, now that he's finally had a taste.

his hips stutter against the bed, and you think he came, but he doesn't stop humming and whining and moaning into your cunt, redoubling his efforts, sticking a finger into you as you writhe around it, thighs quaking. you don't know how, but your hands find themselves in shigaraki's hair, hips rutting and pushing at his face, trying to get his fingers deeper inside you. when you feel yourself getting close, you try to warn him, pushing at his shoulders.

shigaraki growls, pausing momentarily to stare at you. whining, you turn to the side so you don't have to face such a complex expression. "don't you fucking dare." he says, settling himself back down comfortably and resuming his efforts. "want you to cum on my face, then you're gonna cum on my cock, understand?"

[cyancherub]

conversations with the devil

bakugou katsuki x reader

PAIRING.  (dirtbag) stepbro!bakugou x fem!reader (ft. his nasty frat bros)

LENGTH.  19.2k words

GENRE.  nsfw + dc, aged up characters (21+)

EXTRA.  this takes place in the same au as initiation :>

CONTENT.  dark content: blackmail, coercion, manipulation, noncon (breeding, creampie, fantasies, recording), power imbalance, stepcest.  ass play, breathplay, cum eating, cumplay, degradation, (very) dubcon, edging, fingering, humiliation, impact play, masturbation (m + f), multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), objectification, overstimulation, panty theft / sniffing, size kink, somnophilia (referenced), spit kink, squirting, teasing / fantasizing, voyeurism, no aftercare

SYNOPSIS.  nothing weird’s gonna happen just because the two of you are all alone… right?

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