Sub!Shigaraki Kink Alphabet
A/N: I needed motivation and a long Shiggy prompt will do that~ I meant to do an NSFW Alphabet but by the time I realized I was just doing kinks it was too late to stop lol ♡
Shigaraki is a slut for ass-play and goes absolutely slack-jawed when you plunge anything into his tight heat. He seemingly never stretches out entirely, always clamping down tightly on the object of his desire, enjoying the moment more than you do undoubtedly. He'll even enjoy a finger in dry, showing just how desperate and empty he feels without being filled.
He loves having you get him on the floor just to press your heel into the base of his cock. The feeling of pressure on such a vulnerable area has him lashing out vocally but it's all a part of the game. He wants you to break him, step down just a bit harder to keep in place - force him to take it. He wants it.
Shigaraki loves the evidence of you two's coupling covering him, particularly his face, marking him filthy and used up after the event. It doesn't matter if it's his or another person's (though he does enjoy his own more), he's desperate for it and he makes it known. Sometimes you'll have him beg to come on his own face.
Plunging a dildo deep into Shigaraki's ass or mouth is a nice treat for when you really want to make an impact. He prefers length over girth so that it reaches deep inside his tight body and fucks into his prostate nice and easily. Sometimes when you're sucking his dick he'll subconsciously start mumbling for you to fuck his ass with the faux-cock, the slick slipping between his cheeks acting as the only lube he needs when you give in to his request.
His hand finds yours in the corner of a coffee shop, a crowded line, or another highly inappropriate time and he'll bring both palms to his body. What may seem like casual hand-holding is foreplay for him; laying out your flesh firmly against his abdomen to feel how his muscles clench against you. Maybe he'll even shove a plug deep in his greedy hole before you two leave the house so when you press deeply you feel the familiar shiver of his body being stuffed.
Whether it's from you or him, Shigaraki is desperate for the pleasure that comes with human desperation. The unrestrained movements and animalistic nature of having you thrust your hips up into his awaiting face. He eats up every motion, swallowing down the combination of your fluids and his spit. He salivates at the taste of you, moving his tongue desperately as you smash against him, giving him little range for movement.
Shigaraki loves being filled from both ends, an array of flaccid objects and splayed fingers making his mind blank and insides full. Obscene sucking and gagging can be heard from his own willing abuse of his mouth, shoving himself deeper onto the toys as he imagines vague figures thrusting into him roughly. He loves when you help, your own sex making harsh movements against his face or lower half as your hands abuse his holes and surfaces, slapping faux-cocks against his face and mocking his slutty nature. Pain and pleasure mix together as he experiences a heaven of overstimulation and depravity - the perfect world for him.
He begs you to milk him without words, coming to you with a bell collar already around his neck and spotted blue and white ears blending into his similar-colored hair. He fantasizes as your hand wraps around him, methodically milking him for all he's worth - bringing forth precious liquid from a beast unable to speak. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan, the bell around his neck ringing out as his head is thrown back. His body is so sensitive but so needy, his instincts driving his desire. He needs you to empty him, he feels so full.
Harsh slaps leave your partner gasping. Wide eyes look at you like you both hung the moon and destroyed it. It gives Tomura an instinctual desire to ask why why why but the next slap takes the words out of his mind and replaces them with stinging tears in his eyes. He wants this; to be willingly abused, the emotional and physical pain swirling around his stomach and swelling his cock pathetically. If you were to leave him be he would only whine and grind his hips pathetically, craving the stimulation your hits bring to every inch of his body. Your hand strikes his face and his cock leaks.
Making a mess of himself for you is something he'll do without much prompting. A simple instruction to get on the bed and start touching himself has him smiling with cracked lips before quickly tearing his clothes off. He loves when you instruct him but he doesn't need it. His fingers already coated in his own spit wrap around his aching cock and with a firm grasp, he's thrusting up into his hand with a slightly agar mouth. The blue-haired boy makes no effort to contain his sounds as his moans meld with wet, lude noises from his minstrations.
It wasn't uncommon for Shigaraki to spread his legs wide as your fingers both wrapped around his cock and plunged deep into his ass. His eyes would screw shut tightly as you made quite a mess of him. This wasn't enough however and you wasted no time slapping the sensitive length of his cock, bouncing it back against his tightened stomach before telling him to "look at himself." Closet walls reflected the image of you two's coupling back at him, causing his tip to leak even more without further touch. You would call him a slut, perverted, far too cocky - which you'd emphasize with another slap to the associated member. He'd groan at the abuse and over time only grow more addicted to the sight of himself.
Dose him up with pills, fill his breasts with milk like a properly fucked bitch. Force him to lactate so you can savor every twist of his nipples as you draw forth more of the thin liquid. It's a pathetic excuse for a mother's milk but Shigaraki has always been a failure - you remind him as you bring the droplets up to his lip for him to suckle on. It was like he was your own little experiment.
Strict rules and harsh tasks made the effeminate man feel at ease. The occasional slaps to his ass and cooking in only an apron had pink cheeks contrasting his hair nicely - which was of course held back in a frilly headband. Sometimes you liked to have him clean on his hand-and-knees, watching as his hole fluttered tauntingly when he reached for something purposely far away. He was a needy slut and his services were paid for through means of sexual satisfaction, scrubbing the floors and wiping down the counters as his own movements caused him to fuck his own body back on your fingers.
The night scenery blinded him; curtains closed with the distant knowledge that the moon was out somewhere through the black-out material fueled the filling of his cock. His senses were heightened and he always felt more at peace in the darkness. Shigaraki knew this was how he was meant to be fucked: completely at the mercy of the other, felt up and sensitive.
Shigaraki was a sensitive and expressive thing, often uncontrollably spasming or screaming out beneath you. Sometimes when you'd be pulled tightly to him he couldn't help but let his teeth grip you in ways his hands never could, pressing every groove he can into the tender flesh of your arm or shoulder. It's okay if he draws blood or leaves a bruise because he'll egg you on for revenge, begging for you to return the treatment tenfold. He loved being marked and abused, bitten up and spit out by the one he adored.
The diminishing factor of worshipping your feet was not lost on him. Something about being knelt down before an individual made him emotional, the submission so in his face as he thanked you for the soles pressed against his cheek. Usually, the process was slow and tender, with him nuzzling against your ankle and relishing in the soft grip you gave the blue strands atop his head. The feeling of both acceptance and vulnerability flowed through him as he licked up and down the expanse of your foot, dipping his tongue between the digits below as you lifted them off the ground to make the task easier. Sometimes after a rough day, you would surprise him with a harsh kick away from you, pulling at his heart and leaving a bruise against his already marred skin. Sometimes you liked to see him cry beneath the weight of your foot.
The feel of your hole draped over his mouth had him pathetically attempting to lap at the tasteful organ. He was perfectly fine having his breathing constricted in favor of your temporary pleasure. If he died with you on top of him, grinding against his foul mouth then maybe he could say he went out happy.
It was fun when Shigaraki insisted on acting tough when you both knew he begged daily for the sexual abuse you gave him. You swore he only did it to get broken rougher than usual; brought further down from his imaginary pedestal. You both enjoyed the force used on him when you instilled in his mind he would never know full choice in this relationship, always giving it up to you in the end. You'd make him crave it.
With your shoe on Shigaraki's head and his tongue against the floor like a good boy, your lover will eagerly lick up the treat from your mouth. He joins the two of you's saliva on his tongue with a savoring moan, eyes closed as his tastebuds scrape the surface for more of your fluids. He shows you his tongue when he wants more, looking into your eyes as a sort of wordless begging, sometimes flexing his throat or letting out frustrated moans if you don't spit in his face promptly.
Tomura is very open to a total power exchange dynamic and even prefers it, as long as the proper accommodations are made and agreed upon to not harm his goals. Plus, he couldn't properly get off without knowing he was properly seeking the destruction of hero society.
Fucking him open with even just your fingers can easily run his balls dry, but depending on the time and clenching of his muscles his bladder will be painfully full. With permission and the loosening of your grip around the base of his cock, he'll come squirting the golden liquid into his own mouth. Gargling the piss with a fucked-out smile the man will silently thank you with more shake of his body.
You hoped it wasn't the time around Toga rubbing off on him, but Shigaraki Tomura had developed an increasing desire for you to consume his being - consumed himself by the thought of your all-encompassing love. He could imagine fangs springing from your mouth as your canines penetrated his skin from behind; he loved having you hovered over his back, a hand around his cock as your hips pressed against his ass. Overpowering him, he thought, even if he could destroy anything with the touch of his hand.
Surrounded by fierce abominations, maybe even considered one himself, Shigaraki was fascinated by the concept of being dominated by some fierce beast. Humanlike and able to consent, even force him, that's what he wanted. Something to hold him down and knot him. He'll research into some temporary quirk you guys can have some fun with, or settle for some nice biting and a thickened dildo to pop through the rim of his asshole satisfyingly.
He's a fucking nymphomaniac, unable to control himself sometimes as he rubs up against your thigh desperately. You give him a criticizing look but that only eggs him on further, the disapproval in your gaze a familiar and enticing thing. If you don't want to please him that's fine, he won't force you, but he'll get away from you in a huff and open up his laptop to watch porn at full volume. The moans are broken up by the sound of his pants coming off and wet noises combined with familiar moans taunt you from his spot. He's fine coming like that too if you refuse to get up. He'll finish with a sharp gasp and walk away to clean himself up with a smirk.
You'll know when Shigaraki is feeling especially needy because he'll make a point of sleeping with his clothes off, his usual boxers conveniently close to the floor for a prompt clean-up material. It was your choice what to do with him, all the options running through your mind - you could wait for him to fall asleep, curl up behind him to palm his cock in a way that brought him closer to your body, or maybe hoped you woke from the usual annoying street-goer to fuck him awake to the beat of their too-loud music.