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mamayan · 5 months

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★MANNERS☆

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader x Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner)

Tomura and Spinner decide Katsuki’s lil sis needs to learn some manners. Tomura is happy to help.

TW: DARK CONTENT • NONCON (full on) • NSFW • Alcohol consumption • Forced alcohol consumption (anally) • Abuse/Manipulation • Gaslighting • Piss • Forced Enema (using beer) • Oral (M) • PIV • Rough Sex • Degradation/Humiliation • Fem! Reader • Quirkless/College AU • Not proof read!

A/N: Don’t come for me, I had a dream and needed to get it out lol

“Man don’t fuckin’—! Shit! Go left! Go fuckin’ left dammit’! NO! Fuck!” The controller went sailing across the room, hitting drywall and knocking down a corner of a poorly taped up poster near the stairwell.

“Hey dickwad, watch the fuckin’ face,” Dry eyes, bloodshot from staring at the tv all night, looked up.

You looked pissed, hair messy and face and clothing crumpled like you’d just rolled out of bed.

“It three in the morning you shitheads, shut up!” Your screech was akin to a pterodactyl, eyes blazing with fury as you pointed a manicured finger at all of them. “I have class in the morning! Shut this shit off and go to bed.” Like the whirlwind you appeared as, you were gone, stomping loudly up the cheap wooden stairs leading up from the basement smelling of stale beer and weed.

“What a—,”

“Cunt.” Tomura finished, looking at his friend with a roll of his eyes.

“She always such a bitch?” Tomura asks, curiously looking up at your ass as you slam the door shut behind you.

Shuichi looked awkward, “She’s his lil sis, so yeah, kind of always a bitch.”

“No shit? She’s firecracker’s sister?” Tomura looked shocked by the information before scoffing. “Makes sense then,” he’s back to focusing on the game, and the two resume their shouting contest at the tv.

They don’t know they’d be getting redecorated with kitchen condiments when they emerged from downstairs.

“Who the fuck?!” Spinner was nearly in tears, hot sauce directly in his eyes.

Tomura was oddly silent though despite standing slumped with ketchup and mayo dripping down his cheek, glaring balefully beneath his bangs as you snorted and tossed the empty bottle of mustard onto the floor. “I know shit for brains at least pays rent here, but you don’t,” you’re once again pointing a finger at him. “Listen crusty, me and my bro pay most of the mortgage, and then the other half is paid by Touya’s rich daddy and his pocket change.” Shuichi’s glare flattens a bit in fear under your icy stare as you glance at him like a bug beneath your foot. “You come over here all the damn time just to scream at the tv and lose, so do us all a favor, and stop showing your lotion needing ass around anymore.”

You leave just like that, finally feeling free from the incessant noise and nonsense as you get ready for your first class of the day, knowing your lab in the evening would be followed by a good night’s rest, finally.

Or not—

You return in the evening to another house party, furiously wondering which idiot set it up this time. Was it Katsuki or Touya? Shuichi was too much a follower and introvert to set up his own. The entire neighborhood was awake it seemed and eager to get drunk and wild, college students spilling out the seams of your home as you groan and push your way inside. Hands grab at you from all angles, only to feel the prick of your sharp nails in retaliation.

You spotted the spiky blonde hair of your idiot brother, his scowl matching your own as you confront him.

“The fuck dude?”

“Don’t fuck dude me, th’fuck’r doin’ home early?” He’s clearly intoxicated despite his stone faced demeanor, speech slurred as he sways a little. A pretty girl is looking at you with irritation for having interrupted her capture of prey.

“Put the nails away Babezilla, he’s my fuckin’ brother,” you sneer, rolling your eyes as you level him with a new found glare from the depths of hell.

“Everyone better be out before midnight or I’m lighting this shit on fire and claiming the insurance on the house and your body.”

“D’you take out insurance on my fuckin’ life?”

“Fuck around and find out.” With that you leave, Katsuki’s stunned face slowly morphing into one of rage as he screams out after you, held back by the girl half his size holding on to him like a desperate dog owner to their hound who smells blood.

Unbeknownst to you, you’re being watched. Carefully. As you sashay around the dirty house party, despite your terrible attitude, telling people what time to leave.

“I think she needs to learn a lesson in manners.” Shuichi glances over at Tomura, watching the young male scratch as his neck till red begins to pull up and spill. The crimson against his almost grayish skin looks ghastly.

“Y-yeah man…” something about the violent look in those garnet eyes makes him nervous.

“Go tell her I’m trying to take a piss on her bed.”

“Dude what? Why would I do that?” Shuichi looks stunned, making a face of pure confusion and revulsion. “That’s fuckin’ gross.” He receives an eye roll, chuckling beneath his breath.

“Just do it Spinner, remember where her room is?” Tomura points out, cocking a brow as if the purple haired male would catch on. He doesn’t, but Shuichi doesn’t want to admit so, nodding with a look of hesitation. “What exactly are you going to do when she gets up there?”

“Remember? A lesson in manners of course.”

Tomura happily grabs a freely left out six pack of beer, the glass long bottles cool and still dripping perspiration as they heat up in the room filled with liquored up sweaty bodies. The paper handle carefully balancing the weight of each one as he strolls up stairs, finishing his own drink of mixed hard liquors that still haven’t hit his system fully yet. Your room is on the third floor, more of a loft than anything, where you’d had a wall and door built to block out noise and add privacy. You have the most sound proof room in the house, the most secluded room in the house, and the most secure room in the house. Your brother made sure of it, throwing up extra locks as you insisted on getting a house with him near campus. Tomura is happy he found this information out through Shuichi, using his gaming friend to siphon out everything there is to know about you.

Despite your mean attitude, you’re quite the good friend. Well liked and adored on campus, pretty girl with a cute smile when you chose to use it. His own lips crack as they pull up into a grin, easily finding your room and closing the door. A normal bedroom, nothing special, with cute added decorations here and there as well as your books and study supplies left on your desk and bedside table. Tomura leaves the beer on your desk, finishing his drink and throwing the plastic red cup to the floor as he grunts and unzips his pants, freeing his limp chub as he steps up onto your bed.

He wasn’t kidding. He pissed all over your cute stuffed animals, pillows and blankets, releasing his foul pent up urine where you sleep.

“Ah fuck,” he groans, head falling back as he relaxes and fully empties his bladder just as the door slams open and you enter.

“No fuckin’ way— YOU SICK FUCKIN’ ANIMAL! THAT’S DISGUSTING!” Your shriek falls on deaf ears, the party drowning out your screeching perfectly. He doesn’t even turn his body, only his head as he looks down at your seething face with a lopsided grin.

“Aw, decided to join the fun now, Princess?” His scratchy rough voice isn’t slurred in the least, and it doesn’t take a lot to guess he’s mostly sober. Tomura shakes his cock a few times, making sure every drop hit your now soaked bed, before pulling up his boxers alone.

“Lock the door Spin.” He orders casually, and the ever eager Shuichi obeys, eyes wide in shock because Tomura really did it. He’s almost impressed, feeling something in his chest swell to see you so upset. All the times you’d mocked him as a loser who couldn’t afford to pay rent… it was true but that was besides the point.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing shit for brains?!” Shuichi flinched when you reeled on him now, but he held his ground as Tomura hopped to the floor, dropping his pants entirely now and kicking them off. It was comical the look on your face, eyes going wide and a hint of fear tinting your features before you masked it with rage. “You want to die or something? My brother will—,”

“Your brother is getting his cock gobbled like a turkey on Thanksgiving by the bitch I paid to do it. He’s not doing shit else tonight.” Tomura’s smile is vile, white teeth offset by his pale sickly skin as he chuckles, removing his shirt next.

The marks on his body can only be from some sort of self harm, scratch marks everywhere, scabs covering a majority.

“I’ve always liked your nails.” He starts, slowly backing you into Shuichi who seems more nervous than you at this point. Your glare is still in place, defiant pretty eyes sparked with emotion he’s dying to extinguish. “You’re wearing makeup today too.” He notes gleefully, and the way his face lights up almost childishly sends chills down your spine. A blaring red alarm is sounding as you realize his intentions aren’t just to vandalize your room.

“Tomura stop this right now—hck!?” It catches everyone but him off guard when he slaps you across the face, sending you to the floor as you gaze dazedly at your carpet for a moment.

“Shut the fuck up,” he sneers, rolling his eyes as you cough and sputter for a second. It’s the only second he needs to grab a fistful of your hair and haul you up, dragging you to your desk and swiping everything off and onto the floor to smash your face to the table. “You always scream and yell. It’s annoying how you always run your mouth slut.”

“Stop—! I’ll really scream! HELP! SOMEO—mhm!” He doesn’t hesitate to lift your head and slam it as hard as he can onto the table, effectively and violently silencing you.

“Holy shit dude—,” Shuichi halts when Tomura levels him with a glare. His eyes drop to you, even more rocked and dazed as a few tears leak down your cheeks.

“Since you like screaming so much…” he’s scratching as his neck with his free hand, cracking his knuckles after and dropping his hand to the waist band of your leggings. Your ears still ring from the blow, allowing him to easily pull your pants and underwear down to expose your lower half. He only pulls it down halfway, exposing your cunt and bare ass.

“Hey man, maybe we should stop…” Shuichi takes another step forward, eyes nervously looking at your exposed skin and limp figure against your desk.

“Nah, this bitch is getting a lesson taught tonight.” Tomura nods for Shuichi to come closer, his friend awkwardly shuffling closer. “Hold her arms behind her back and her face down.” Tomura helps grab both of your wrists, twisting them behind your back and pressing them down. He ignores your whimper, letting Shuichi hold you down now so he could free both hands.

Shuichi simply watches as Tomura grabs a beer, biting the cap off and spitting it on the floor as he saunters closer. Taking a few swigs, he grins and crouches down behind you, laughing as you flinch away from his hand on your ass.

“P-please stop—hii!” He only answers with a sharp slap to your ass and a giggle, deforming the soft doughy flesh with his hand and nails sinking in. Spreading one cheek wide, Tomura brings the lip of the bottle to the tight rosebud of your back entrance.

“Holy shit—,”

“No! No please!”

He ignores you and Shuichi, pressing forward and breaching your ass with the bottle and delighting in the squeal you make, legs going taunt and straight as the desk and Shuichi’s grip prevents you from going anywhere as he sinks about three inches of the bottle neck inside your ass.

“Bottoms up, bitch.” Tomura laughs, tilting the bottle up and watching the liquid begin to bubble and pop, disappearing inside of you as you groan and writhe for freedom, panic and tears painting your face. Keeping the bottle in place as he forces the beer inside you, Tomura leans up and over to lick the smearing mascara running down your cheek. The salt and chalky taste making his cock swell up into a tent in his boxers.

“Fuck man, is this even okay? I-I don’t wanna go to jail or some shit,”

“You won’t. She won’t say a thing.”

“W-why?”

“Look at her cunt.”

It didn’t matter how much you cried or babbled out pleas, the slick literally dripping from your cunt to the floor in a slimy along your thighs was undeniable.

“Get your phone out and record.” They switch places so Shuichi can do as he’s told, Tomura holding you down much more roughly now.

Shuichi finds it hard to swallow as he digs past his own hard cock to grab his phone out, shakily opening up the camera and hitting film. He doesn’t need to be told to set up facing the scene, using a book shelf on the other end of the room as a stand. He takes his position again holding you, Tomura once more free to do as he pleased.

When the bottle is empty, Tomura pulls it free roughly from your stinging ass with an audible pop.

“Looks like you still got room, hm?”

“Oh god, please, Tomura stop,” your sniffling and little whines don’t soften his heart as he bites another cap off, leaning his own face against the desk to keep the contact as he pressed the new bottle inside your ass. The cool glass contrasted against your warming insides, the feeling of being full hard not to focus on as the alcohol slowly heated you. The liquid goes in faster as he tips it up high, forcing you on your tip toes to avoid tearing your poor hole as he gleefully watches the horror and humiliation on your features.

“Little butt chugging bitch likes having her ass played with huh?” Tomura teases, playfully pressing the now empty bottle in and out of your sore hole, enjoying the tiny wail you release.

“Yeah you like it.”

“I-I don’t—!” He doesn’t care to listen as he fucks you with the glass bottle head, sitting up to watch your hole take it as his cock twitches and soaked his boxers with pre-cum.

“S-shit man I’needa’,” Shuichi feels his mind go blank, pressing his denim clothed cock against your outer thigh and rutting his hips against it like a dog. Tomura snickers watching his friend blow his load in his pants, not seeing the hypocrisy when he does the same not a moment later watching you whimper and take another bottle.

He stops as three, yanking his boxers down and pressing his uncut cock-head right up against your tight hole and releasing before he can even enter.

“Shit,” he moans, pressing Shuichi out of the way to pin your body with his own weight as he rubs against your ass with his release coating your skin. “Holding all that liquid must hurt, huh?” He huffs against your neck, sucking on the skin and breaking the capillaries when he bites down hard enough to draw blood.

Your scream echoes around the room, the floor vibrating as the party downstairs rages on without a clue to your plight.

You groan at Tomura wiggles his full weight on you, your lower belly feeling like it may burst any moment, panic settling into your gut.

“I-I need to p-pee…” Tomura moans, rocking his hardening cock against you while you struggle beneath him.

“Pee then,” he grunts, focusing on rubbing against your sloppy pussy, “So fuckin’ wet. You been wantin’ this?”

“Hey man…” Shuichi had decided to join his friend in stripping to his boxers, no longer pretending to have a moral compass as he stroked his own cock to the sight before him.

“Yeah I gotcha,” Tomura easily stands and brings you up, still restrained with his hands as he drags to the bathroom attached to your room. Shuichi follows, stunned when Tomura just drops you to the floor and presses a foot on your lower abdomen.

“S’too much, please,” you writhe like a bug, Shuichi’s eyes watching as you try and get away only to be pinned harder with Tomura’s foot.

The liquid stored inside you has no where else to go but out.

“Fuckin’ nasty bitch, shit,” Tomura watches in fascination as the liquid spills out, only beer coming out as you sob and lay on the tile. Despite his words he works his cock to the sight. “Cheap enema.” He notes, grabbing your wrist and hauling you to the shower. “Turn it on Spin,” dragging your poor figure into the shower and stripping you down naked. The water is freezing at first, your flinches and pathetic pleas as Tomura dumps soap over your head and body ignored. He uses the detachable shower head to wash you like an animal, roughly soaping you up and spraying you off, careless about nearly drowning you as he washes your face a little.

He does a poor job, but you’re somewhat clean, makeup still smeared lightly on your face as your dragged out dripping wet back into your bedroom.

He doesn’t hesitate to throw you on your bed.

“Fuckin’ gross man…” Shuichi frowns, but he doesn’t hesitate to grab you despite the scent of urine turning him off slightly.

You fight now though, wildly flailing limbs struggling as you scream and wail for anyone to hear you. No one does, as Tomura shamelessly climbs into the bed with you, boxers gone and completely naked as he helps Shuichi press you to your hands and knees. Tomura positioned behind you and Shuichi by your face.

“Please… I-I’m sorry…” they pause, your voice so tiny they barely heard it.

“Speak up, whore, we can’t hear you.” Tomura yanks your face up by your hair, your neck twisting painfully back as you sob.

“I’m sorry!”

“For what?!” Tomura sneers, using your head like a joystick and rattling you around.

“F-for saying mean things, a-and throwing food o-on you…”

“That all?” He asks, cock pressed up against the entrance to your cunt threateningly.

“P-please Tomura… Shuichi…”

“Since you’re begging,” Tomura laughs, surging his hips forward and shoving his cock into your warm tight cunt. You release a silent scream this time, choking on air as his cock fills you this time, each thick inch drilling into you as he starts wildly bucking into you with little regard to your pleasure.

“Fuck her face Spin,” Tomura grunts, drawing blood on your ass as his nails bite in, fucking hard up into your pussy, soft mushroom tip unsheathing and kissing up against your cervix.

“R-right…” Shuichi feels guilty seeing your tear streaked face, wet hair clinging to your skin and watery eyes looking at him for mercy. It doesn’t stop him from cupping your jaw and lifting your head up to press his cock against your lips.

Tomura lands a sharp hit to your rear, moaning as you tighten at the bolt of pain it caused. “Better suck him good, or I’ll let him have your ass.” That seems to motivate you, soft lips parting open and accepting Shuichi’s much thicker cock into your mouth. Shuichi unexpectedly had the biggest cock you’d ever seen, the reddish tip and veiny shaft intimidating as you do your best to lick and suck despite the sweaty sour odor clinging to him.

“That’s not how sluts suck cock, is it?” Tomura growls, forcing your head forward on the hesitant Shuichi’s cock and gagging you while the purple haired man moans. “O-oh fuck!” He grips your face from the front while Tomura fucks you rough and hard from behind. “That’s it Princess! Nice and deep!” Tomura cackles, focusing back on railing you senseless while Shuichi finally snaps and face fucks you properly.

“So good—fuck, your mouth is so warm,” he’s nearly in tears himself as he feels his tip slip into your tight throat, eyes rolling back as he works his hips now, watching drool and tears mix around your mouth and drop down onto his balls as they smack your chin. “A-almost done, almost done,” he moans, loving how your oxygen deprived mind slackens your jaw more so he can slip even deeper, your tongue licking at a vein under his shaft every thrust. “So fuckin’ good wh-when you shut up, heh,” he’s delirious on pleasure, loving the submissive look in your eyes as they gaze up pleadingly at him. “Cute when this mouth is used for something productive.” Shuichi laughs breathlessly, balls drawing up tight as he finally spills down your throat. “Fuck! Swallow! Swallow it all—!” His face and body scrunch up, nearly doubling over as he presses your nose against his pelvis and comes down your throat.

You black out. Limp figure gurgling on hot spunk spilling down your face as you drop to the soaked bed while Tomura supports your lower half up to keep fucking you. Your eyes barely open as the room spins, cunt clamping down like a vice on Tomura’s cock when he uses one hand to half heartedly rub at your swollen clit.

“Shit, gonna bite my dick off,” he moans despite the almost uncomfortable tightness, working your pussy up further as you spasm and soak his lower half, eyes rolling back. “Ah fuck, that’s it bitch, make a mess!” Tomura nearly whines, hips becoming jerky as you milk him for all he’s worth, his cum finally spilling inside you now.

“Bet you ain’t on birth control huh? Gonna knock you up whore.” He grunts, trying to fuck his spend back into you with his softening cock, overstimulating himself as he moans and whimpers against your back.

When he pulls out, a string of sticky fluids connect his cock to your pussy even when he’s completely out of you. He watches with a grin as his white cum dribbles out of your used hole. “Look at that. You do have some potential after all. At least for a cock sleeve that is.” He snickers, leaving you in a heap on your bed as he and Shuichi start to dress, grabbing the phone and coming back to film the aftermath.

“Say a word and I’ll send this to everyone. Do you hear me?” He doubts you really do, the fucked out look on your face making you appear stupid as you numbly nod a little. “Now say ‘Thank you Tomura and Spinner, for using my slutty holes’.” Tears leak freely as you stutter, “Th-thank you T-Tomura a-and Spinner…for u-using my s-slutty holes…”

“Good girl. I knew we could teach you some manners.” He grins, eyes crinkling around the edges darkly as he stares at your used figure still trembling and dripping cum.

“Let’s go, I’m in the mood to game a lil,” Tomura comments, wiping his cock with your panties and stuffing them in his back pocket as he buttons and zips up his fly. Shuichi follows, nodding as he dresses and fixes his clothes, eyes not leaving you though.

“Don’t worry. We can use her again later. I still got a few more brews.” Tomura chuckles, lifting the half empty pack up.

You wake in a panic, blood pumping fast and heart pounding. Your room is as you left it, eyes scanning your clean and un-pissed in bed and sheets. Your body is clean besides a sheen of sweat coating you, hands trembling as you dip a finger into your panties to find yourself soaking wet.

Did you have a wet dream about those two losers?

As if…

You found sleep was hard to come by as you kept imagining.

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lesinquietes · 5 months

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Imagine Shigaraki forcibly taking you as his pet and everyone in the League is kinda chill about it — except Spinner.

Tw; abusive behaviour, angst, kidnapping, noncon (implied), yandere

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The others don’t notice the little things he does. They don’t see the marks peeking out beneath your sparse clothing, or the haunted expressions that overtake you when you think no one’s paying attention. He does, though; he blames his perceptive nature.

Unfortunately, noticing these sorts of things are conflicting when the root of the problem is his friend. On one hand, he wants to support Tomura’s pursuits. He’s always believed them to be noble, even if they’ve diverged from rationality. Spinner would proudly declare him a close confidant. On the other, he knows that Stain wouldn’t do something like this to a civilian, and didn’t he enter the League under the premise that he would uphold his ideals? It’s conflicting. But the more he watches Shigaraki traumatize you, the more he realizes he’s condoning something terribly wrong.

So, what does he do? Try to reason with his boss, of course. It’s not like he has any other viable options.

He catches Tomura leaving the dining room one evening. It’s perfect. Everyone else is either asleep or away. The conversation seems to go well at first; then, it takes a spin into the dark side.

It turns out AFO was the one who told him to capture you, that your purpose is stress relief so he can operate the League. Tomura makes it clear that something big is going to happen soon. Things are going to change. He knows what he does to you — how he takes his frustrations out on your mind and body — may not be just, but it’ll help them achieve their goal of overthrowing hero society.

For a moment, Spinner asks himself if the ends justify the means. He ponders what Stain would say, if he were here instead of locked away in Tartarus. Would he say there’s a better way? Would he propose a cleaner execution to achieve the objective?

But Shigaraki is his own man. As much as he wants to compare the two, it’s unjust and incomplete of him. He chooses to trust Tomura’s judgement, even though his gut directs him otherwise.

He’s tries to ignore your whimpers at night, and whenever Tomura gets a bit too rough with you in a tense meeting. He tries to turn a blind eye to the way you glance anxiously around the room of villains, searching for someone who gives a damn — all you get in return is the likes of Dabi leering at you. But what he finds the most difficult to deflect is when you sob as Tomura drags you away, no doubt to his bedroom for a few hours to diffuse his souring mood.

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manias-wordcount · 6 months

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Angel's Use (Hawks, Twice, Dabi, Mr. Compress, Spinner, Tomura Shigaraki)

Kinktober 2023 Day Thirty-One: (Dub-Con) Free Use

𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“Twice…? Is she okay?”

You know…

“Angel-chan? She’s fine, she likes doing this. Little whore isn’t fully house-trained! Let’s teach a lesson!”

Hawks used to be one of your favorite heroes.

Hearing his voice asking if you were okay, it reminded you of that feeling. Of that little fondness you had for him. The fact that he was your age helped a lot. But it’s hard not to fall in love with someone that cute and charming. The deep pockets were a plus, and the fact that he was such a hard worker out in the field made you like him so easily. He saved lives, just like you did. And for a girl with a boring life and boring job, that was enough of a connection to get a crush going almost instantly after his debut all those years ago.

But right now? You can’t even look at him. But he looks at you. He’s been looking at you a lot.

And you can’t blame him. You really can’t.

You were declared dead a couple of months ago. That’s what Kurogiri told you. That you’re supposed to be a ghost. That you’re not supposed to exist anymore. A pretty little nurse with a powerful quirk goes missing one night. Only for an unidentifiable body to appear in the same place a couple of days later. With a case as strange as yours, heroes were bound to take notice. Bound to remember. And bound to call the authorities if you’re ever seen again. So they’ve always taken precautions when it came to you. Always made sure that you weren’t seen. Weren’t heard. Weren’t anything to anyone outside of the walls of the hideout.

So you’d like to think that that’s the reason why one of the best heroes in Japan is staring at you so intently. You’d like to think it’s because he recognizes you. Or that he’s trying to gauge what’s the best way to rescue you from this hell. You’d like to think that. But the truth is that it’s getting hard to think nowadays. It’s getting hard to use your head clearly. To parse through those muddled thoughts of yours. To move past all the tasks and distractions in front of you. And right now, you can feel his gaze on you. It’s strong and intense and so, so hard to ignore. Just like it’s hard to ignore the humiliation you can’t help but feel.

After all, it’s not like it’s every day that your only hope of rescue gets to see you lazily suck another man’s dick like some toy.

But you can’t help the feeling. Just like you can’t help the position. You try to block it out. You try to block it all out. But the farthest you manage to get is letting the words around you dull into nothingness. You’re still very aware of where you are. Of what you’re doing. Of who they are. No matter how hard you try to block it out, you still feel the cool, smooth feeling of leather against your bare, heated as you lay on your stomach with your head in Twice’s lap. You still feel the rumble of the man’s heartbeat and breath, and he speaks to Hawks without so much of a care for your existence. You still feel the openness- the vulnerable feeling of being laid out on the couch of the common room like some toy. Lips wrapped around a dick and tongue flickering up against it as people all around you go about their lives. As if you aren’t there. As if you were meant to be there.

Above you, Twice’s chest rumbles, as if he was told a good joke. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hawk’s golden-eyed gaze turned to you. Expression concerned, but masked fairly well. But you don’t look at it for long. Instead, you find yourself squeezing your eyes shut and bobbing your head down to take a more active role and pleasuring one of your captors.

Twice’s deep-chested laugh turns into a moan, and one of his hands comes to rest in your hair. A grip so gentle. A touch so sweet. You could have forgotten that he was a villain. For just a moment. For just a minute. For just a second. But you didn’t.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut a little tighter. Maybe if you try to deep-throat him right now, no one will know just where exactly your tears are coming from. Maybe if you bury your face even lower in Twice’s lap, Hawks will stop looking at you. Maybe he’ll even forget you. Maybe you’ll forget you too. But you don’t. You can’t.

“Get Angel’s attention.”

The world hates you far too much for you to receive your peace.

“I want my turn.” The familiar sound of Dabi’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. All of a sudden, everything that felt dull and far away felt closer. Louder. Clearer. You become hyperaware of your surroundings. Of the salty taste in your mouth. Of the TV playing the twenty-four-hour news cycle playing quietly. Of the palms that are so rough and so hot they burn coming to grab at your waist and easing you into lifting up your hips. At that, your fight or flight kicks in. You breathe labors, and before you know it, you’re pulling your mouth off of Twice’s dick to look behind you. You can hear the man’s two-sided comments. The gentle side of him’s disappointed sigh. And his other side calling you a whore. But right now? “You don’t mind if I come through the back door, don’t you, Angel?”

There’s something bigger and scarier than Twice happening behind you.

You can’t help the fear that overtakes you in that moment. The whimper that leaks through your throat as your hands ball up into fists and your bottom lip quivers. The look Dabi is giving you behind his messy dark hair- it isn’t unfamiliar. You’ve seen that same emotion in those pretty blue eyes of his. You’ve seen it since the first day you met him. But now you’re not as stupid. You’re not as naive. And you’re much more willing to scoot back and get on your knees and relax. Well, try to relax. There’s oh but so much you can do when you’re telling yourself that you have to sit face down, ass up for a serial murderer and pyromaniac. All to live. All to live.

Out of the corner of vision again, you notice Hawks. His feathers have ruffled. Ever so slightly- an action almost too quick to catch. But you noticed it. And Dabi did too. Because a second later he’s laughing. And a second later, you’re turning your head away from him. From both of them. Your gaze falls back in front of you. At Twice’s cock, sitting angry and red and wet, and messy and forgotten as it rest on the man’s abdomen. Leaking a pearly trail of precum onto his stomach. You already miss it. He’s only a couple inches away and you already miss him. Because even if he’s like the rest of the men in this hideout who use your body so freely for their own desires, at least Twice is gentle with you. At least he’s kind to you.

But as the sound of a zipper hits your ears, and something thick and hard and just way too big starts prodding at your anus, you know that there’s no saving you today. No going back to just laying naked on the couch and warming someone’s cock. No going back to hoping you won’t be perceived by the golden boy hero who only recently turned to the dark side. There’s only your pain. There’s only someone else’s pleasure. Taking from you. Tainting you. Torturing you.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”

Until it’s someone else’s turn.

“You’re still so tight back here, hmm?” You hear Dabi rumble from behind you. Voice low and sultry as his hands pull you closer and closer to him as your body swallows inch after inch with loud cries. The stretch- it burns. More than the heat from his scarred, scarred hands. From the fire alight in his eyes every single time he looks at you. More than anything in the world. And this stretch- this sudden fullness fills you up from behind like an invasive species taking over what was never theirs in the first place- it tugs at you from the pits of your stomach. It screams for attention. It begs for your tears. For your embarrassment to grow. And you can’t ignore this feeling. You can’t ignore this pain. They may have broken you to be their toy, but angels can’t be killed so easily. “Spinner was back here less than a week ago, and yet I can just barely fit. Perfect little whore.”

No matter how many times you wish for death.

“Hey!”

At the call of his name, Spinner responds from somewhere else in the bar. You hear his footsteps, heavy and hard pad over to where the couch is. But you can’t see him as he starts bickering with Dabi. You’re far too busy breathing out deeply. Whining and wriggling and whimpering oh-so-loudly as Dabi bottoms out inside of your ass. Now, all you can think about is the pan and how it heightens every sensation around you. How it turns your mind into mush and brings the heat to your cheeks as you wish for nothing more for it to be over. For you to disappear between the couch cushions. So much so that you barely even notice the hand reach out and brushing its fingers against yours.

But you do notice. And you know it belongs to Twice. Offering the smallest amount of comfort possible to you. But it’s something you can’t appreciate. Something you can’t even savor. Because before you know it, Dabi’s moving his hands off your hips and wrapping them around your waist. In one fell swoop, you’re being flipped. Your position changes. And somehow the dick in your ass manages to bury itself even further inside of you. And oh, how you cry out. Oh, how you thrash. But Dabi’s got you locked in his lap now as he lays back against the couch. He’s got your legs spread nice and wide with your pretty, little pussy on display and his cock plugging up your other hole. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and the scent of ash and smoke surrounding him. Clinging to him. Tighter than the death grip he has locked around your waist. Tighter than the leash that all of them have on you.

“At least I used lube,” Spinner starts to brag, voice proud and tone haughty. As if it’s some type of accomplishment. From this new position, you’re able to eye Spinner a little better. You’re able to see everyone and everything a little better. Compared to having your face pressed into the couch. But you don’t want to see any of them. You don’t want to think of any of them. You don’t. You just don’t. “Angel-chan like it when I use her ass because I’m gentle with her. Isn’t that right, Angel-chan?”

You can’t help it. You shake your head no at Spinner’s words. Wildly, with a few whimpers here and there as your body continues to struggle against the iron-like grip Dabi has on you. But he’s too busy laughing at your complete and utter rejection. Too busy laughing at you.

“You really think a girl like her would enjoy being impaled by those monstrous things?“ A new voice enters the fray. And despite the fact that your brain is getting a little fuzzier and fuzzier as Dabi ultimately allows you to adjust to his size, you’re able to turn a half-lidded gaze to another part of the room to watch Mr. Compress approach you. With the mask on, it’s hard to tell where he’s looking. Or what he’s thinking. But for a second, you swear you manage to catch sight of a bulge from his pants. And you promise you’re that you’re not dreaming when you say that his gaze must have been watching the rise and fall of your chest so, so carefully. Taking in the slight jiggle of your boobs. The way your lips part. The way your expression clouds more and more. The way pain is starting to melt away into pleasure. “Perhaps you don’t remember her screams. I’m sure our neighbor do.”

Spinner starts getting offended at that. He shoots off a few choice words at Mr. Compress. But it’s Dabi who fires back at him. Making a big show of whatever he said by accenting with a roll of his hips. One that causes you to arch your bag and cry out- nearly fighting out of his grip. But those warm hands of his spread across your stomach. Holding you in place. Forcing you to do nothing but watch as others watch you. So that’s what you do.

First, your gaze falls back on Twice’s. He’s still in the same position you left him. Still harder than ever to read with that mask on his face. But now his head is tilted in the direction that makes his direct line of sight where you and Dabi’s bodies are joined. And his hand- the one that you guessed was previously reaching out to you? It’s now wrapped around his cock. Stroking at it lazily. Getting off to the mere sight of you. It makes your embarrassment grow even more. It makes your blood boil even hotter. At the end of the day, you can’t be stupid. At the end of the day, you have to remember that he’s just another man. That he’s just another one of your captors. Just another one who will likely be slipping his dick inside of one of your holes again in a couple of days. Maybe even a couple of hours.

But then your mind starts to wander. And your eyes start to too. And suddenly your gaze is on one of Japan’s top heroes. And it’s like all the words and noise and things around you start to fade away. Because Hawks is looking at you too. He’s watching you carefully. Drinking you in slowly. And you start to have hope that the emotion in his eyes is anger. That it’s outrage. At the sight of these men speaking about you and your body so freely. So easily. And it starts to make you hope. That your old favorite hero will live up to your beliefs. That your old favorite hero will rise from the ashes and the darkness. And that he’ll save you.

So you ask him for that. You look into his face and you think not about how handsome he is. You look into his face and think not about how warm and comforting his voice is. You just look into his face- you look into his bright, golden eyes and you ask him. You beg him to save you. To be the one who returns you to light. Who saves you from this hell. To save you from them. But then the unthinkable happens. The unexpected. The impossible.

Your hero. Your supposed savior- he looks away.

And for a second, you think you see it in his eyes. You think you see it. The guilt. But even more than that? The arousal. And the growing tent in his pants that’s almost impossible for you to ignore. Impossible for you to imagine. So you don’t ignore it. You internalize it. You think about it. You think about what his arousal means. You think about his refusal to move- to lift a finger, a feather in your direction.

You think about the way he can’t even look at you right now too.

And the tears that you were previously shedding? They start to come out a little faster than before. It’s okay though. You let them. For your sake. For your pain.

But a moment later, your view of Hawks is being disrupted. And you don’t put up much of a fight. You can’t put up much of a fight. You won’t. Because the feeling of being failed by the one person who could have saved you has already started to set in. And there’s already someone else- there’s already Mr. Compress tilting your head in another direction, putting two fingers out and telling you to “Suck, sweetheart”, as Spinner grabs a fist full of your hair and holds it up in a ponytail for you. Now, Dabi’s hards are reaching down your body. No longer holding you possessively. Instead, giving out a chance to share as he takes two fingers and parts your lower lips to give the person now standing in front of you an easier chance to slide into your awaiting little pussy. Eager as can be.

All these eyes are on you. All these hands on you. Giving you attention. Giving you pleasure. Giving you pain. Every now and then your eyes will slide to someone’s face. To read their expression. To read their bodies as they enjoy yours. Yet every single time, you’re met with the same dazed expressions. The same lust-filled eyes. The same devious smiles. Taking ownership of your body. Taking your body. Everywhere you look. Everywhere you turn. And somehow, it gets easier. It gets easier to pretend that you like it. It gets easier to tolerate. It gets easier to survive. To zone it all out. To take it all in. To moan the way they like it. To cry the way they want you to. To take it like a good girl. Like the angel you are to them.

And now, with Tomura standing in front of you, lining up his cock and pushing inside of your warm, wet pussy- reserved just for him, you swear that the feeling from before has gotten easier. In between his distracting words of praise and calls of your nickname. In between your moans and groans and gasps and whimpers and cries of pain. Of pleasure. You swear that little by little it’s gotten easier. That the stretch is more bearable. That the pain has lessened. That the tears have dried.

“Good Angel-chan,” Tomura murmurs at you while sinking himself inside you with a lewd, lewd groan of his own. You hiccup on the fingers you’re sucking on, but your body responds accordingly. It responds as it was trained to do. “Angel-pussy is the best. And it’s all mine.”

It’s the only way you can survive after all.

But try as you might, you don’t think it’ll ever go away. You don’t think it’ll ever fade either. Because he knows as much as you know. That while you’d expect it from monsters like them…

… it’s impossible to forget that even now, Hawks is using you too.

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bloodypeachblog · 1 year

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Random idea: here are the LOV as parents to your child. (this is written as female reader btw [no she/her, but pregnancy], so feel free to use your imagination!) [Also, this may be a long one, so I hope you got a few minutes]

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Dabi: Now this guy has no clue on how to be a good father due to his past, but what he does know is to not do what his dad did. When he finds out you're pregnant with his kid, he feels pissed off at first, but after thinking it over, he decides that he's okay with it. When you try to do something, he'll go and do it for you, out of frustration/annoyance and calls you a 'dumbass' for not asking him. He goes with you wherever you go as a 'bodyguard'. He relishes in the fact that he can use this as ammo against Endeavor, being a better father than his ever was. When he holds the baby for the first time after its born, he'll never show it (maybe a little grin), but this man has melted and he is smitten over his child. He's not one for baby talk or peekaboo, so he talks to his child like an adult, nix the cursing of course. When he and his child are alone, he tells it stories about his childhood and how he doesn't want them to go through what he did.

Verdict: emotionally distant, but an okay father.

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Spinner: Totally clueless, he's still practically a child himself. When you tell him you're pregnant, he wonders how the hell that happened (he doesn't know how deep his quirk affects his genetics) and worries about how the kid will be treated if it ended up looking like him and if he'll be a good father or not. Poor lil ball of anxiety. You have to calm him down by telling him you'll be there to help and that no one is a perfect parent and that's okay. After calming down, he soon grows to the idea of having a little him or you around. He will constantly ask you how you're feeling and if you need anything, just a nervous sweetheart. Your pregnant belly is his favorite pillow to rest his head on while he's playing games. When he feels a kick, he feels a bit of satisfaction knowing that he put that in there. Once the baby is born, he is surprised that it's fully human. The minute he holds the baby and sees that it has his eyes, he starts crying, but tries to be manly about it. Little one grows up not being afraid of lizards or snakes because of their daddy. Spinner has his kid in his lap or sleeping on him while playing video games, gently putting them on a pillow nearby before raging over a loss in the game.

Verdict: worried but good gamer dad

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Twice: Oh man, this guy. You tell him you're pregnant, he is over the moon, hugging and kissing you. You're a seen how he acts around Toga, so you had no worries on his abilities. He'll be present at every doctor's appointment (or at least ask you many questions about them or have toga go with you if he can't make some of them) and you two have so much fun picking out names for it. This guy will be so protective of you that it's adorable and he will be your servant, doing whatever you ask. When he sees the baby for the first time, he is immediately in love. He will be a blubbering mess when he holds them. He does all the baby talk and peekaboos and is not ashamed of it. Later on, these two are inseparable. Partners in crime. (Seriously, this man deserves to have a loving partner and family after all the shit he's been through).

Verdict: all-time Dad of the Year award recipient

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Mr. Compress: Awkward dad. He never thought about having kids, didn't even want any. Until he met you. When you tell him you're pregnant, he is overjoyed. If this man treated you like a princess before, you have been upgraded to queen/goddess status. He is your servant; man will not let you lift a finger. Deep down, he is panicking over what to do or how to be a dad. But once he has his child in his arms, the yellow man is a mellow man. In love right away. Loves to show the baby little magic tricks, which earns him giggles and smiles, the best reaction. Lil one is his #2 fan, #1 being you, but it's a close call.

Verdict: may start out awkward, but soon becomes a good dad.

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Shigaraki: okay, we all know the trauma he went through. When he finds out you're pregnant, he gets angry. The kind of anger where he has to walk away before unleashing it, but not before having an argument with you. But you know that deep down, this man is terrified. He wants to be happy, but is too scared of hurting the little one or it hating him. You console him and tell him that things will work out alright and that you'll be there with him to help. All he does after that is lay his head on your belly and start crying. He'll later on brag about you being pregnant to his colleagues. He will have other people, if not him, do anything you ask. If anyone tries to hurt you or the baby, their ass becomes ash. Is a bit weirded out when he feels the baby kick for the first time. Once that baby is born, he falls to pieces, ready to die for this child. Baby can be seen playing with one of Shiggy's severed hands at some point and Kurogiri babysitting it once in a while. That kid will grow up to be Shigaraki's little apprentice, someone wanting to be just like their daddy.

Verdict: not the best dad in the world, but he's trying. Does a much better job after his awakening. Just keep the baby away from AFO.

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mossy-opal · 1 year

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Instinct

Shuichi Iguchi x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Animal Instincts, Smut, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation

You were always so warm.

Being what he is, he was cursed with a hell of a lot more animal traits than he'd like to admit. He was always cold, always trying to stay warm. It used to be hard to do, sleeping alone without a heat lamp, that was why he played so many games. The consoles and his PC always let off plenty of heat to keep him comfortable. But ever since becoming a villain, heat was a lot harder to come by, and he'd be damned if he asked someone to cuddle with him.

But when he met you, that suddenly wasn't a problem anymore.

He liked sitting next to you, you were like a heater for him, and he never felt awkward being so close to you.

He liked playing games with you and showing you all the things he enjoyed.

He liked sitting next to you while you read to yourself.

He especially liked being able to hold onto you.

You two had an unspoken agreement, he got to use you for warmth, you got to enjoy his company. It was really nice.

It only became a little bit awkward around January. It was exceptionally cold during the months, and... Well it was also that time of the year for his kind. There weren't many lizard-quirk people, and even less of a Gecko breed specifically, so it wasn't like it was a common occurrence, much less a common practice.

Shuichi had never really gone far with anyone, most people who've tried ended up being odd-balls or weirdos, so when the time came and he started having odd dreams of you he.... Didn't know what exactly to do.

He started getting protective of you, especially around the males of the group.

He started catching small animals for you to eat, and you were thankful, but let them go.

Whenever the days would start you'd always get up and go on about your business, Shuichi close behind you to push you back into the warm bed nest, to keep you safe.

You weren't daft to it either, you knew how he felt about you, and you tried making it obvious about how you felt for him.

When the changes started, you went along with them easily, if anything you got him gifts too. Warm scarves and sweaters, and you were sure to stick close to him, so he would always know where his mate you were.

He appreciated it.

He especially appreciated you making the first official move on him.

For as long as you two were in the league, there was no need for more than just cuddling and closeness, but when you held his hand one day, in the midst of his mating season, he knew he had to mark you as his.

Permanently.

You were really, really warm.

Tight, too.

His arms wrapped around your body as he held you close to him, bucking into you as fast as possible, pressing you even further into a mating press without giving you much space to move.

His whining and pleading were matched with your moans and kisses, as you tried to hold onto him for dear life.

His breathing was quick as he fucked into you- His mate. He needed to get you full of him, needed you to take every drop of him- He'd be good for you, he'd be good for the eggs, he knew he would be. He'd protect them just like he protected you, he swore it as he bit into your shoulder. He was drooling as he kept drilling into you, almost deaf to how overstimulated you were.

You'd be fine, you could take it- He was sure you could take it. You would take every ounce of cum he'd give you, and you'd be happy too- So full of him, round with his child because you were his mate.

Your cute face covered with tears and drool, your beautiful eyes rolling into the back of your head as you arched your back against him, clenching around his cocks as he fucked himself deeper into you.

"One more- f-fuu- Just one more honey, you- You'll be the perfect mother- I kno-Oooh~ you will-aah~"

"Sh-shuichiii- T-too much- T-t-toooh~ f-fuu-full~!"

"N-nnngh~nah... S' okay... W-warm... So warm... Good... Nnngh..."

And he'd keep going, taking such good care of his perfect mate.

After all, it was only natural.

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabispreciouslittlebean @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @kelin-is-writing @elias-fable

Enjoy this short little one off, just so the Spinner fans can have some food while they wait their turn for their Sugar Baby.

#spinner x reader #shuichi iguchi #shuichi iguchi x reader #shuichi x reader #spinner smut #spinner x reader smut #shuichi smut #shuichi iguchi smut #Hope you enjoy~#╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

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sugoi-and-spice · 3 months

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Ask of me debauchery....

...and you shall fucking receive.

Step by Step: A Gecko’s Guide to Becoming a Really Bad Person

Part One

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI!!!

Summary: In which, Bully!Reader manipulates Step-Bro!Spinner sexually in increasingly demeaning ways. And eventually, he asks his good ol’ pal Tomura Shigaraki for help.

CW: Step-brother, Dub-Con, Blackmail, Bullying, Mean Reader, Male Masturbation, Oral Sex, Spinner has two dicks, Step-cest, Monster-fucking, AU - No League of Villains

A/N: I predict people are gonna be maaaaaad about this one and I'm all for it lol

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Her step-brother, Shuichi Iguchi, was a fucking loser. She knew it from the moment she saw him. And not in a prejudiced way or anything, it wasn’t because he was a heteromorph. After all, she has plenty of heteromorph friends (none quite as extreme as him, but still!)

No, it was all the other things she noticed about him when he walked into the family restaurant with his Dad the first day they met. The way he carried himself, slouching and fidgeting endlessly, unable to decide if he should cross his arms, put them in his pockets, or keep them at his side. The way he dressed, a ridiculously faded crewneck, baggy cargo pants, and a freebie League of Legends snapback that only served to further curtain his greasy long hair in his face. When she actually managed to grab a glimpse of his eyes through the locks, it was only for a second, and they were constantly shifting, dropping, unspeakably nervous.

Even in a casual setting, he looked completely out of place. He practically jumped anytime anyone asked him the most basic of questions like “how’s school”, “what do you want to drink”, “can you pass the soy sauce”. It was like he’d just been dragged out of his bedroom for the first time in five years — and she wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case.

She also wouldn’t have been surprised if this was the first time he’d ever been this close to a girl before, as he always looked especially panicked anytime he realized she was glancing at him, so she didn’t even really bother trying to talk to him that night, focussing instead on getting to know he future step-father — who seemed like an overall decent guy.

At the very least, Iguchi seemed to understand his status well. When she entered high school — the same one as him — he didn’t try to walk with her to or from school, didn’t try and talk to her, basically pretended like they didn’t even know each other, which she appreciated. She would’ve hated to have to be a bitch and tell him to get lost in front of all her new high school friends and potentially be reprimanded by her Mom to prove a point (of course, she would’ve if she had to).

Yes, her new step-brother was a fucking loser, someone she wouldn’t be caught dead talking to, let alone spending any meaningful time with in public.

And yet somehow, she was completely infatuated with him.

She loved the way his skin looked, the different viridescent shades it took on depending on what angle or lighting she saw it in. She loved even more the way it felt, the times when his hands brushed against hers when he handed her a bowl or she bumped shoulders with him, cool and impossibly smooth with a texture so different from her own. She’d wanted to run her hand across every inch of it, to feel every difference. Just imagining it pressing and rubbing all across her own body had her gasping into her pillow for hours.

She didn’t know how the fuck it happened. It would’ve been great if she did, because maybe she could make it unhappen then. But nope, the harder she tried to understand it, the further away the answer seemed to get.

Maybe it was because he was so different from her or anyone else she would ever actually consider dating. Had their parents not gotten married, she never would’ve let herself give Iguchi the time of day. But within the walls of this family home, she was able to enjoy and explore him to her heart’s content. She was inquisitive by nature. Her friends called it sadistic, but she saw it as just wanting to see how far she could take things. And the desire to do so to Shuichi Iguchi was no different. He was so sweet and so shy, so eager to please or be invisible to everyone around him.

She wanted to see where that ended, what exact buttons she could press to get him to actually snap at her.

It started with little things at first, innocent things. Asking him to do her chores, her homework, even her shopping, yet he could never say no to her. Not even when she asked him to go buy her a set of lacy lingerie she was wanting. He actually fucking did it — handing the little pink boutique bag out to her without looking her in the eye, his skin flushed all the way down to his neck. Oh, she knew then that he was going to be fun .

That with him, she could really get… creative.

Flirting with him shamelessly, hanging out on his bed in nothing but a pair of panties and a tank top she’d stolen from him while he played video games, throwing her legs over his lap during family movie nights, pretending she didn’t notice how warm and fidgety it made him while she continued to move her calves back and forth across his crotch.

There came a point when she thought that maybe the guy was just unbreakable, that he really didn’t have a single impure thought about her in his head and that this wasn’t a game, but just an infuriating (not to mention insulting ) exercise in futility.

But then, late one night, through the thin wall they shared, she heard it. The sound of flesh against flesh, muffled grunts.

Her name, breathy but distinctive, on his tongue.

Shuichi Iguchi, her dear, perfectly behaved, and endlessly timid older step-brother, was in his bed, jacking off.

Imagining her .

And it wasn’t a one time incident either. She listened closely in the following days, and discovered that it was a nightly occurrence, that she was a nightly occurrence to him. And it wasn’t long before she joined him in his fantasizing, spending night after night pressed as close into the wall as she could get, imagining that that stupid piece of plaster dividing their beds was gone, as she fingered herself to sleep.

It should’ve gotten easier after that, she should’ve been able to extend her patience knowing that it was an actual possibility now. But if anything, it made the burn within her even worse, knowing that it was so close yet so far out of reach. She didn’t just want this, she fucking needed this. But it’s not like she could let him know that. She couldn’t let him think that she wanted it, that she wanted him . She needed it to seem like mercy.

She needed to have the upperhand.

So, she started setting traps. Things she could use against him, to get him into the palm of her hand, a place where he didn’t say no just because he didn’t want to say no, but so that he couldn’t say no. She asked him to get things from her room and left sex toys out, wore skimpier and skimpier outfits that she could catch him staring at her in, left her phone out so that he could read her lewd messages to other boys at school.

Yet still, nothing.

Iguchi didn’t step a single clawed toe out of line outside of the four walls of his bedroom. He was the perfectly polite older brother that she knew and hated to love.

It wasn’t until she wasn’t even trying to trap him that he finally took the bait.

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moodyvoid · 1 year

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Spinner, hyping himself up in the mirror: “C’mon, Spinner— you’ve been dying to ask them— just do it. Just walk right up to them and ask.”

Spinner walks up to you.

You: “Hey, Spinner.”

Spinner: “Hey. Will you… uh—“

You: “Hm?”

Spinner: “Will you trade Pokémon with me?”

You: “Sure!”

Spinner walks away confidently.

You: “Weird… I totally thought he was going to ask me out.”

Spinner in the mirror: “YOU BLEW IT!!!!!”

#he’s shy 🥺#he’s taking baby steps #pokemon trading first- marriage eventually #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #league of villains #spinner #shuichi iguchi #spinner x reader

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imagineanime2022 · 6 months

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League Of Villains W/ An S/O W/ Talking Cat

Spinner X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Dabi X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I got a question remember the show “Sabrina secrets of a teenage witch” how would the league of villains (Spinner, Shigaraki, Mr. Compress, and the others) react if they had a S/O who’s quirk is ‘witch’ and they have a pet talking cat named Salem? Like one day, the league was hanging out somewhere and then S/O’s talking cat Salem shows up to says “hi” and the others freak out and S/O just laughed 😂

Spinner

🦎 Spinner knew that you had a cat, he had seen him around your apartment, he never really came near you but that never really bothered Spinner. 🦎 I don’t think that Spinner has any strong feelings towards animals, he doesn’t swing one way or the other. 🦎 You had never mentioned that there was anything different about your cat and he gave Spinner no reason to think that he was different. 🦎 You had actually completely forgot that you hadn’t told him until he came over one day, he could hear you talking in the kitchen.

Shuicki had come over after a particularly challenging mission from Shigaraki, he heard you in the kitchen first “you know you don’t have to sit there and wait, I’ll give you the food right?” You asked and he smiled, knowing that you were talking to your cat. “I can never be sure with you.” A voice answered, that made him stop for only a second before continue on his path to the kitchen, when you were in view he became even more confused, he could hear someone else but there was no evidence of anyone else in the house. “Oh Shu hey, I didn’t hear you come in.” You smiled. “Who were you talking to?” He asked. “Me, Genius.” The same voice spoke again and Spinner turned to see the cat sitting on the counter. “Who was that?” Spinner asked and you looked at him for a second before you burst out laughing. “Me.” He watched as your cat's mouth moved, he didn’t even know why he was surprised, there were animals with quirks but he still stared wide eyed as you continued to laugh. “It’s really not that funny!” Both of them finally said at the same time as they turned to look at you. “Just give me my food!” (YC/N) ordered before disappearing from the room, when you used your quirk to have the food appear next to his bed. “I would thank you but I had to ask you three times.” “It’s not like I forgot you're just impatient.” You called out to wherever he was in the house but the only answer you received was silence. “You never told me he could talk.” Spinner finally said. “Yeah that’s now occurring to me.” You nodded as you gestured for him to come over “you didn’t say that you were coming over, something happened?” “Nothing, just tired.” He answered, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Well then let’s eat and then you can rest up.” You suggested, your arms coming up to wrap around him. “Yeah and you can explain why your cat talks.” He mumbled. “Yeah sure.” You answered

Tomura Shigaraki

✋ Tomura does not care for the little furry creature that you brought with you at first, you were what he wanted but if he had to deal with the cat then he would. ✋ As the bar started to fill up with other villains he noticed that the cat stayed closer to him when you weren’t around. ✋ You had told me that the car was special when he asked if it had to come with you but it had yet to show him. ✋ He actually decided to ask you one night why he was special and why he stuck around him like glue.

You were laying on his bed playing with his hair as he sat on the floor in front of you playing a new game that was out, he could hear the cat purring “what’s so special about him anyway?” Shigaraki asked. “He was my only friend before I met you, you remember that people used to hate me right?” You asked. “Mm.” He grunted as he glanced at the cat at the end of the bed, he could at least be thankful for that. “Fine but what does he stick around me for?” “He sticks around you because none of those other busy bodies bother him when he’s with you.” The voice that answered him was not yours and you felt him tense. “Tomu calm down, that’s just (Y/C/N).” You said. “Talking?” He asked. “Yes.” You answered completely seriously. “So when I asked what makes him special you didn’t think to mention that he could talk.” Shigaraki said as you giggled. “What are you laughing at?” Shigaraki asked. “Nothing.” You answered leaning over and pressing a kiss to his temple “you know even through all of that you still didn’t lose.” “I’ve seen better.” (Y/C/N) chimed in. “You know just because you can talk doesn’t mean that you should.” You reminded him “and if you don’t stop talking I’m going to throw you right out of this room to those busy bodies that you love so much.” “You wouldn’t dare.” He mumbled, Shigaraki watched you both as you argued. “If he’s so special he can start earning his keep, bet he could get info much easier than we can.” Shigaraki said, you smirked. “Looks like you’ve bagged yourself a new job.” You turned back to Shigaraki after that quiet settling over the room again as you continued to play with his hair. “You’re both mean.” (Y/C/N) said before lowering his head to go to sleep.

Mr. Compress

🔮 Compress loved your cat, from the moment he saw him, they were fast friends but he had never heard him talk. 🔮 Compress would always share with him or make off handed comments about how pretty he was, he has thought about making the little feline part of his act as well. 🔮 You never told him because you thought that he was so cute with you little cat, you didn’t want to ruin it. 🔮 One day however (Y/C/N) decided to answer him but you didn’t know that all you heard was the scream that echoed through the apartment.

“What!? What happened!?” You asked. “The cat!” Atsuhiro answered, pointing at the cat across the room and you looked at him raising an eyebrow. “What did you do?” You asked. “I answered his question.” He answered. “You- Wait! Really?” You asked, you started laughing as soon as you finished the question and he narrowed his eyes. “I know you don’t believe me but it happened!” He said and you tried to calm yourself as you answered. “No I believe you, he talks all the time.” You answered. “What did you say to him?” “I just said how great it would be if he could talk.” Atsuhiro answered. “And then I said that I could.” (Y/C/N) said and Atsuhiro screamed again and you doubled over. “No you really have to stop doing that, my sides hurt.” You said reaching out for something to stablise yourself as you ended up sliding to the floor instead, taking deep breaths. “Alright… (Y/C/N) has always talked from the day that I adopted him to now, that’s normal for us, so normal that it seems I forgot to mention it.” “You are the worst partner.” (Y/C/N) scolded you as he walked over to Atsuhiro “I’m sorry for scaring you.” “Aww he’s so polite.” Atsuhiro gushed and you raised an eyebrow. “Maybe to you.” You grumbled. “He’s nice to me.” (Y/C/N) answered and your eyes widened and he padded out of the room to find his bed. “I think you stole my cat.” You explained. “Don’t be silly, my love, he's our cat now.” Atsuhiro said and you rolled your eyes as he pulled you up, pressing a kiss to your lips before dragging you back to whatever you were doing before.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi was indifferent to your feline friend as long as he didn’t get in his way, if they crossed paths however it ended up being a stand off until one of them decided it wasn’t worth it. 🔥 For obvious reasons he didn’t know that the cat could talk but he did know that there was something going on with the cat. 🔥 They constantly competed for your attention, whether that was Dabi lifting your cat off of you or (Y/C/N) pretending to get hurt so you’ll fuss over him for a little while. 🔥 There was only one thing that they had in common and that was that they wanted you safe.

Dabi was already at your apartment when you came home, you walked in silently sighed as you dropped everything that you were holding and walking towards the sofa where Dabi was sitting, you climbed on him so you were straddling him “what’s going on Doll? Who do I need to kill?” “No one.” You mumbled. “She’s lying.” The voice startled Dabi into a defensive position, his arm wrapping around you tightly and pulling you into his other hand coming up to burn anyone close enough to harm you, but the only thing that he could find was the stupid cat. “Dabi relax.” You mumbled “it’s just the cat.” “I know that’s the cat but someone said something, you bring anyone back?” He asked. “No, the talking was the cat.” You answered and he raised an eyebrow as his eyes moved to the cat. “What?” (Y/C/N) asked. “Okay so not only is the kitten annoying it can talk too?” He asked. “I’m a cat not a kitten.” (Y/C/N) argued. “Uh huh.” Dabi grunted as he adjusted you when he felt you laughing against his shoulder. “What are you laughing about?” “You two are funny.” You answered “made my day better.” “Really?” Dabi asked. “Well he’s not the worst cat around.” “Mmm, well I guess you're not the worst mate she could have taken.” (Y/C/N) answered. “Yeah, will you give us some time then?” Dabi asked. “I want my food in an hour or I’ll be back.” He muttered before disappearing. Dabi pulled you back to look at him properly. “Your okay?” He asked. “Yeah, just a long day.” You answered and he nodded. “Well we’ve got an hour, any idea what we can do with that time?” He asked. “I assume you have some ideas.” You said and he smirked as he leaned forward. “A few.” He answered.

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nights-legacy · 1 month

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Lover Lost? - Spinner x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ MHA #2

Requested by @iolite19 ~ I hope you like it! This is the first time I've written for him.

1692 words

Warnings: mentions of death, torture, depression, illusions to insanity.

Readers Quirk- angel healing. Can heal any injury no matter how severe, but it only works on themselves. They can't heal other people.

+ After being kidnapped by the LOV for your quirk, Spinner gets the job of making sure you don't die. Overtime, you and Spinner get close against the odds. Feelings start to develop. Then disaster strikes. Spinner starts to blame himself and falls into a depression. He believes he's going insane by seeing your ghost, but things aren't what they seem it would seem.

I struggled against the metal chains that kept me to the chair. The bag over my head kept me from seeing anything but I knew they were quirk canceling cuffs on the chains. I couldn't use my quirk to heal the wounds I could feel on my head.

"Dammit." I muttered and let my head fall back in defeat. The room was silent and cold. I think I dozed off because I was jerked awake when the bag was Jerked off. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. There were multiple people standing in front of me.

"Bout time you woke Up." One of them mumbled. I finally recognized the people in front of me as the League of Villains.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I asked.

"We want your quirk." Shigaraki rasped.

"Well you can't have it." I glared.

"We weren't asking." He snapped. I rolled my eyes.

"They're spicy. I like them." Toga smiled sinisterly. I grimaced a little.

"My quirk is not useful to you or your cause." I simply stated.

"As I said.I still stand by my point that they're Angelic healing quick is of no use." I looked to see a man with a with a gecko quirk standing against the side wall. I recognized him as spinner.

"And I said it was. We could use it to heal our people after fights with the damn heroes." Shigaraki turned.

"My quirk can't heal others. Only myself." I said. Spinner nodded.

"As I said. I do the research."

"Then we alter it." Shigaraki turned and grabbed my chin harshly. "Whether you like it or not."

"Screw off."

"Brat." He roughly removed his hand. "Since you know then, you get to take care of them, Spinner." Shigaraki spat as he and the others left. Spinner glared after them. He scoffed and walked over grumbling.

"Sorry." I said softly. He gave me a confused look. "For them not listening to you. And for having to take care of me."

"Don't worry about it. I'm used to them not listening. Sometimes I don't know why I stay with these guys." He said as he walked over to the corner of the room. He filled a cup with water.

"What? Being a Villain?" I asked. He chuckled.

"No. The League's perspective on villainry is not so noble. They want to get rid of all heroes, saying all are dishonorable. I agree with Stain's approach." He held up the cup. I nodded and he helped me a drink.

"Thank you." He walked towards the exit.

"I'll bring you some food later."

"Hey Spinner." I called. He looked over his shoulder. "I agree that the false heroes shouldn't be heroes but I still think any villainry is bad." I said. He stood there for a second before nodding. He left.

Time passed and I refused Shigaraki everytime. He started to get even more violent. Using his quirk on me, Dabi using his quirk an me, and so on. Spinner took care of me everytime. Cleaning me up and attending to my wounds since I couldn't use my quirk. As a result, we talked a lot and grew close.

I found out more about his ideals. I learned of his loyalty to the LOV and his valves to his comerades even if their ideals didn't coienside. Without him say it though, I could tell he was struggling with finding out who he really was.

"And then they called my mutant. Can't they come up with something new? I mean there are brats at UA that look even stronger than me!" He exclaimed as he finished cleaning the wound on my arm.

"Well that was rude." I said. "You look awesome." He paused and looked up at me.

"You're not put off by my Looks?"

"No. Gecko's are cool. Plus, it gives you awesome agilities right?" He nodded. "See. Cool."

"Huh. Thanks.”

*Time Skip*

I laughed as Spinner imitated how some of the lackeys acted on some of their first missions. I munched on the granola bars he did given me.

"You're kidding me! What scardy cats." I laughed. He nodded before coming and sitting next to me by the wall. He let me out of the chair now but the cuffs stayed on. He sot his head on my shoulder. I held out the granola bor to take a bite. He chomped a bite.

"They really sour the mood on missions." He grabbed a bottle of water a took a drink. I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"I'm not looking foreward to sleeping in that Chair."

"Well..." He sat up and glanced at the door. "I don't have to leave yet. You can use my lap as a pillow. If you want I mean."

"Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay."

"Come on." I shifted and laid down, setting my head in his lap. "Comfortable?"

"Yes." I closed my eyes. I relaxed. After a few minutes of silence, I felt his hand barely brush my hair. when I didn't react, he did it again only a little more. In no time he was running his hand through my hair, playing with it. "Thank you, Spinner."

"Shuichi Iguchi. That'smy real name." He smiled. I returned and sat up.

"Thank you, Shuichi." I laid back down.

"Y-you're welcome, Y/N." He set his other hand on my stomach. "I promise I'll you safe. No matter what."

*Another Time Skip*

"Stop please!" I yelled as Shigaraki held tight to my arm, the indescribable pain coursing through my vains. He only held tighter and stared at me with daggers in his eyes. He then yelled throwing my arm away.

"This is useless!" He screamed. He walked towards the door. "Get rid of them! They're useless!" He looked at Dabi.

"Sure thing." He smiled wickedly and advanced on me. I struggled with nowhere to go.

3rd POV

Later that night, Spinner returned to the hideout and went to check on Y/N but paused when they weren't there. He looked around the room thoroughly. He went to Shiggy quickly.

"Oh we disposed of. They became useless."

"Disposed?" Spinner had to hold back the stutter in his voice.

"Dead." Spinner didn't remember leaving the room. He stumbled into his room, closing the door. Silent tears ran down his face. He could feel his heart crumble in his chest. Thoughts plagued his mind. What if he hadn't of left today? What if he had convinced them to give up their quirk? What if he had gotten them out of here when he had the chance? He was going down hill fast.

As days passed, he went further and further downhill. He had to keep it under wraps around everyone else since they didn't know about them. He felt numb and in pain all at of the same time. He even started to feel crazy when he thought he "saw" Y/N.

He was out with Dabi & Toga, casing out a potential hit for the League. He was leaning against the wall of the alley, staring at the ground and kicking a rock. He could hear Dabi and Toga chattering but a sound of the third person starting his way. He looked at the other end of the alley.

"Y/N?" He muttered when he saw their familiar form. It was weird though. Their form was barely there, almost wispy but he could see them. He stared until he had to blink. When he reopened his eyes, they were gone.

"Spinner? What are you doing?" Toga called.

"Nothing, Nothing." He shook his head. The hope that had quickly sprouted in his chest was blasted away painfully.

The next time was when he was sitting in the room Y/N was being held in. He was sitting against the wall on the far side of the room from the chair. He was absentmindedly staring at his boots. He hadn't been able to focus on anything today so he slipped into the room to avoid suspicion.

"Fuck, how could I let this happen?" He muttered. He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He was trying stop the tears. "Dammit!"

He threw the cup he had in his hand across the room. He froze when he saw Y/N sitting in the chair. They were sitting there lifeless, like they had just been killed.

"No!" He covered his face. He was breathing heavily. After, a minute, he peaked between his fingers and there was no one there. The dust on the chair wasn't even disturbed. He went limp against the wall. He felt more tears coming on. "Fuck..."

It only gets worse. Spinner starts to thinks Y/N is haunting him. He couldn't blame them honestly. He already blamed himself for their death but he was sure that they were torturing him. Blaming him for not being there to save them. He officially thought he was going insane.

Spinner laid in the middle of the floor after about 2 months. He couldn't believe it had already been that long. He didn't care though. None of it mattered without them. He was stuck in his own head when a warm hand cupped his face and he instantly felt relief. His eyes cracked open and he saw Y/N standing over him. He wanted to groan at the sight, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him again but the touch threw him off. He's never been able to touch their ghost before, no matter how many times he tried. He cold feel their skin, the warmth, and he could even feel the tiniest bit of a pulse.

"Y/N?" He asked confused, pusing up onto his elbows. Y/N knelt next to him and smiled. “Is this real?”

"Hello, love."

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mamayan · 8 months

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Can I please request NSFW Spinner with a fem reader who is like super friendly and affectionate (hugs him a lot, wants to cuddle all the time, etc)? Maybe a little ditzy too haha. And they start off as friends/Spinner thinking he just has a one-sided crush on reader, but a night of “friendly cuddling” (which always makes Spinner’s head spin anyway and he never quite knows what to do with himself lol) turns into something more when reader notices he’s hard and excitedly offers to help him with it

Oh Anon, you don’t even understand how perfect this request is. I was sold yesterday! This sounds delicious🫢😭 Mama is cookin’!

Spinner x Fem! Reader

CW: NSFW•Fem!Reader•Hemipenes (Gecko Quirk will not allow me to believe otherwise)•Fluff•Friends to Lovers•Loss of Virginity•Creampie

Tag list: @sharpcheddarcheese

★彡Cuddle Me☆彡

“Oi! Dummy, stop messin’ around, you’re gonna’ get me killed!” You laughed despite his mildly threatening tone, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him from behind. Your head peaking over his shoulder at the video game he was clearly losing. Some car racing game? You remember him raving about getting it a few days ago, but you’d been away on mission for the League and just hadn’t had time to snoop like usual through Spinner’s newest finds.

“Did’ya not hear me? I’m gonna lose cuz of ya…” his grumbling is too cute, but you relax your choke hold for something soft as your rest against his firm back and watch him play. When he realizes you aren’t going to mess with him more than this, he relaxes and goes back to his game. In only a few minutes, you’re nearly asleep against him, his skin finally warming up to your body temperature and urging you to nap. While he’s not soft nor very comfortable to sleep against, you still manage fine due to his mild scent and presence calming you.

“Win!” He startles you awake, jumping too when you yelp and turning quick to check he hadn’t accidentally elbowed you or something. “Ah, my bad. You okay?” He looks a bit sheepish, and you take a moment to admire his lack of villain ensemble, his casual hoodie and joggers very homy in your eyes. “Shit, were’ya sleepin’?” He looks guilty now, seeing you rub the sleep from your eyes tiredly.

You nod solemnly, keeping the smile off your features as you look up at him from beneath your lashes. “I haven’t slept in two days due to my mission…”

He looks twice as guilty now, horrified even. “W-why’d’ya come here then?! Go to bed!”

“I came here to sleep…” you shamelessly look at him now, clearly inviting yourself into his space for your much needed nap. He looks mildly annoyed, sighing at your antics but not surprised in the least. He looks ready to berate you, as usual, but you’re a bit taken back when he just scoots over his bed to allow you space.

You normally have to force your way onto the bed, mostly confined to the edges where you can bug Spinner properly. You’ve certainly dragged him into your bed plenty, though his is a full and your own a twin. It’s not necessarily very comfortable for Spinner to sleep in your space.

Glancing at his switch, you realize the screen is already dark.

“Ya gonna’ sleep or not?” His question pops your bubble of thought, and you realize you’ve dumbly been staring off into space for a moment. Steeling yourself, you smile and nod, crawling further onto the bed and latching yourself onto Spinner.

“Stop it woman! Just go to bed!” Despite his scaled and clawed hand pressing against your face to make you back away, you just snuggle closer, rubbing your cheek against his palm until you hear him shudder and twitch a bit. He yanks his palm back, sighing and giving up to the inevitable. “Idiot” is all he mumbles, not amused by your affectionate cuddling streak.

If he was more observant, he’d realize the only two people you really touch like this are him and Toga. The latter for platonic reasons. Him for other. While it wasn’t difficult for you to show affection, your actions always speaking louder than your words, you have felt a mild fear of rejection lately.

He just seemed impassive, any and all advances begrudgingly endured and not necessarily welcomed. You wonder if he’s hiding how he feels or if he’s just not interested like that, and it’s something that’s been bugging you quite firmly for a while.

It mattered little now though, your eyes heavy and body exhausted. You’re quick to fall asleep again, curled against Spinner’s side despite how closely he’s pressed his body against the wall to give you space.

His eye twitches in annoyance as he looks at all the room you ignored.

Your sleeping face peaceful, curled up like some sort of cat against his side. He’s never been too much to a fan of felines, mostly because they hate him, but it’s difficult not to find you cute.

Thankfully you hadn’t tried to climb on top of him, he would’ve had to toss you if that was the case, because he was painfully aware how close you are right now. His pants tighter by the minute, and he can’t even make it go away because that could wake you. He’d rather die than have to live through that embarrassment, of being caught jacking off while you sleep beside him. It was entirely too uncool and shameful.

Eventually his body calmed down enough for him to actually become tired too, scrolling on his phone finally boring him enough to close his eyes.

Sleep entraps you both for several hours, and unfortunately for Spinner, you wake up first.

To the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you, a hard body and soft breathing against your neck. It has you flustered, the initial shock, but melting quickly into the embrace. He was holding you like a teddy bear in his sleep!

The cuteness of the situation unbearable, your need to wake and grab the man almost winning. You wanted to tease him until he was too shy and embarrassed to speak.

Except what happened next wasn’t as cute as it was something else entirely. Spinner had one leg slotted between your own, his body molded to your back. You felt his erection clearly against your ass, hard and a little worrisomely large. You didn’t intentionally grind back against him, but when your hips moved, he tugged you even closer and tighter to him. A soft huff from him behind you alerted you he was awake now.

He was incredibly grateful you didn’t seem to be up yet, knowing you and your antics, he was fearful it’d become a joke that’d haunt him for life. Spinner tries not savor the moment of you in his arms, so warm and soft it has him struggling to pull away. As quiet and gently as possible, Spinner attempts to remove himself from your body he’d unknowingly hugged in his sleep. This wasn’t his first time waking up like this with you, usually in your bed because the space was so limited. He was slightly lightheaded as he reeled his self control in to keep from pressing himself further into you. Like his dicks desperately wanted.

“Do you want help?”

He nearly yelps like a child caught stealing, flinching away from you in panic. He’s quick to school his features and laugh. “Sorry, I get cold if I sleep without turning my heater up—” His excuse is interrupted by you though.

He’s nearly clawing out of his skin when he watches your arm move, body twisting a little so you’re looking up at him, and your hand without hesitation palms him through his pants. “H-hah—w-what the hell are you—!” He’s frozen like a statue despite you applying no real force.

“I meant with this.” Your smile is so devious it’s terrifying. His mind is left racing like a hamster on a wheel, trying to formulate even one coherent thought and failing like a loser. “Do you want my help?” You’ve completely turned on your side to face him, hand not moving from his crotch.

“H-help?” He’s barely breathing, struggling not to pant and lose his mind because he’s never had anyone touch him there. Only his own rough hand has explored himself. He looks lost and confused, unable to fathom why you’d be doing this right now. Why you, pretty sweet you, would be touching him so intimately. Did you actually not understand? He became mildly concerned, because it wouldn’t be the most far off thing, for you not to understand that this was an invitation for sex.

“Yes, help. Shuichi, do you want me to make you cum?” He was wrong, and it nearly had him hopping out of the bed and rushing for the exit like a scared child. He would’ve, had your hand not tightened around him, making him moan out loud. His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you still as he tried to concentrate enough to think logically and not with his lower half.

“You’re half asleep, let go—.”

“I’m wide awake!”

“Ggh!” His resolve weakened further when you squeeze him, whimpering a little when you do release him and he can greedily suck in air.

Spinner is nearly helpless as he’s pushed onto his back, your body easily climbing on top of him to look down and see him trying to look anywhere but you. He doesn’t realize his own insecurities are intensifying yours. “Shuichi” he’s startled by the use of his name again, normally you’d call him Spin or just Spinner. He peaked up at you, a bit alarmed at the distressed expression you were showing.

“H-hey don’t cry! I’m sorry!” He’s not even sure what he’s apologizing for, but it’s better than seeing the glassy look in your eyes.

“Do you not like me? Like that… like a woman?” He’s so focused on your words, he doesn’t halt your movements in time. Your clothed cunt grinds down against him, eliciting a grunt as he grits his teeth and grips your hips harshly to stop your wiggling. Claws lightly digging in through your shorts. He’s glaring up at you now, your expression still sad and pouty, but he’s known you long enough to recognize the glint of mischief. “Stop playin’ or I’m gonna take it serious.” It’s his turn to feel a bit of his pride rebuilt, pulling your hips down so he can forcefully grind against you this time.

The wanton moan you release isn’t what he’s expecting. Your hands moving to rest on his chest as you do it again, and the pleasure he feels is unreal. Your soft center rocking down onto him.

“Fuck—” whatever leg up in the situation he’d had, it’s gone now. You’re quick to grip his face in your soft hands, so you can lick up his neck to his mouth. His groan encouraging, as you proceed to take the chance and lick inside his mouth.

It’s hotter than any porn he’s ever watched. He’s trembling beneath you, and thankfully his mind is clouded enough to not panic and climb the walls. He’s far too focused on the feel of your warm and wet little tongue touching his own. He’s a bit unsure what else to do but let you lead, his mouth open to allow you access because he’s not a normal man and can’t kiss you like they do in movies and such. Except he feels his chest tightening and cocks ache when you moan again and try to press as much as yourself against him as possible.

The feel of you was enough to nearly make him cum in his pants.

He tries to vocalize that the stimulation, however little, was a bit too much. “Wait,” he’s lightly panting, trying to lift your hips up and off him a bit so he doesn’t ruin his pants, “I just need a minute—”

“No you don’t.” You seem determined to make him soak through his boxers and pants, grabbing his hands and moving them to rest on either side of his head. You weren’t physically stronger than him, not even a little, but he always worried of accidentally hurting you. It came natural for him to let you move him how you wanted, cautious of where you were in relation to his claws.

You’re back to grinding against him, and Spinner is unable to hide the noises escaping him with how you lick and suck at his tongue. His guttural groans and whines have your underwear sticky and messy as you try to give him as much friction as possible.

“G-gonna cum—oh fuck fuck—!” His whimper and moans are debauched, making him sound ruined as he comes apart beneath you. He breaks your loose hold on his wrists, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you to his chest as he bucks up under you to ride out his orgasm. His face in the crook of your neck as his long tongue slips out to lick you now, your neck and your sensitive ear, panting and causing you to clench around nothing at the sensations.

You let him calm down, running your hands sweetly through his hair and gently massaging his scalp.

When he’s caught his breath, he seems content to just hold you against him and either avoid confrontation a little longer or simply bask in the afterglow of the hardest he’s ever come. A bit of both more accurately.

“Shuichi…”

“Hmm?” He’s not lightening his hold on you at all.

“What about me?” Your voice is little more high pitched than usual.

“Huh?” that has his attention immediately. His hold finally loosening enough for you to push up on his chest and look down at him again. Your pout is prominent, and it’s the same face you make when he’s eating something you want a bite of selfishly. It’s arousing and dangerous for him all at once. That pout going to haunt his dreams.

“I want to cum too…” clearly you were trying to make him go brain dead, why else would you be acting like this?

“Will you help me now?” He’s losing his damn mind as you yank your top over your head, letting him see you shirtless. He’s also made aware that you aren’t wearing a bra, your chest on full display for his eyes. Much to his panic and blatant fear.

He’s never been hard again so quickly in his life.

“W-what do ya want m-me to do?” He’s both elated and unsure all at once, senselessly conflicted. What he wants to do is grab and lick at your chest, though no porn he’s ever watched really cares to focus on that portion. You show mercy thankfully, and instead of teasing him, you tell him exactly what you’d like him to do.

“I want to sit on your face…but I also want to still touch you too…” he’s blurting out the first thing to come to mind for him.

“Ya wanna 69?” You light up, and it’s both his dream come true and worst nightmare because you nod and grin down at him.

“That’s a great idea!”

You stripping naked for him is enough to have him crumbling, but when you climb on top of him again backwards, so you scoot your drenched cunt before him and face his soiled pants… he either wants to die or acknowledges he’s already in heaven.

You get a perfect view of the mess you made of him, and while you’ve prepared yourself mentally when you help slide his pants and boxers down, you’re still taken by the sight. His hard cocks, two, covered in his own sticky cum and it’s so erotic you bite back a moan.

It’s quickly ripped from your throat though when Spinner decides to taste test your dripping slit. Your voice is nothing but encouragement for him. When your own tongue joins the party to lick his cum off the first and longest cock, you’re given both cocks rutting against your cheek and face as Spinner moans against your pussy. His hips automatically jerking at the hot sensation of your mouth and breath. His skin heating with your own, and he’s left dizzy and nearly intoxicated on it all.

While you kitten lick his cocks, teasing and more in chase of your own high at the moment, Spinner does his very best to not cum again before you. His tongue has no real rhythm, switching too quickly between licking at your clit and trying to slither inside your tight cunt. It’s pleasurable but not enough of one or the other to make you shatter like you’re so desperate for now.

“F-feels good…Shuichi, use your fingers?” You’re panting directly over his cocks and it’s difficult for him to focus on pleasuring you when he’s becoming wound tight again himself.

He’s not stupid, but he is hesitant and cautious as he brings one hand around, his thumb lightly pressing into your clit. He’s tuned into your every noise and movement, eyes widening as you jolt and moan his name when he does it. The light but consistent pressure on your clit, coupled with his tongue returning to lavishing your entrance and finally wiggling a portion inside your cunt, is what finally allows you to cum.

“M’gonna cum…” you’re only weakly able to pump one cock at a time, grip tightening around the second one you’d been giving some much needed attention too when you feel your orgasm hit. Your head dropping on his pelvis for a moment as you shake and cum with his name on your lips.

Spinner is left with your soft pliant body atop his, your swollen and soaked pussy before his eyes and cum covering his face and chest. Your hips tilted up a little, but the rest of your body limp against him. His hand on your hip that was helping you stay up for him finally moving to help flip you onto your back. You look so fucking cute for him, it’s hard to not just spread your legs further and sink one of his cocks inside you already.

Your eyes are a bit heavy, but your smile is so sweet it could give him a cavity.

“Thank you.” He wants to scoff, because it should be him thanking you. Since he’s gotten off now, it’s a bit easier for him to think despite still being hard. He’s yanking his bottoms back up, ignoring your complaint, so he can lean on an arm over you.

“You—,” he stops, his fist clenching and unclenching as he mulls over his word choice, “is this like a… one time thing?” He’s worried, of ruining your friendship, but of losing you most of all. He’d shut the hell up and never bring this moment up again if you said so, if it meant you both could return to normal.

“D-do you want it to be…?” You, sweet enthusiastic to an annoying degree you, look damn unsure of yourself for a moment. Spinner is only able to feel surprised, seeing you honestly so vulnerable beneath him like this.

He doesn’t want to be uncool, to make a fool of himself, and he is best of all aware of how he looks… but he doesn’t want to lie either.

“No. I ain’t gonna pretend like I do, but I also wanna know if you want that kind of relationship with me… I ain’t the most good lookin’ man out there.”

“Shut up!” The volume in which you yell startles him and hurts his head.

“I love you! Who cares what everyone else thinks?! What idiot wouldn’t want you? You! Spinner! Legacy holder of Stain!” You’re wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him close, grinning victoriously like you’ve won something special.

Him. He feels special.

He can’t help but laugh a little, not rushing away from you for once, but leaning in. His chest tight but in a way that makes him happy. Because you love him.

“I love you too.” The outright confession leaves your face stunned, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Spinner is captivated by the sight, wanting to hold you close but also wanting to see your face. When it melts into a shy smile and glassy eyes, he can’t help mimicking your earlier ‘kiss’. His tongue gently delving into your mouth, and it’s enough to have your thighs clenching tight as he devours your mouth. Lost to the kiss, Spinner is complacent.

Clearly forgetting the soft and sweet moment couldn’t last with your ability to stir him up so wildly.

Your hand grips the waist band of his joggers, yanking down to free his cocks again and wrap your hand around the top longest with an iron grip.

“Fuck, you don’t need to—”

“I wanna have sex.”

How the hell was he supposed to say no? Especially as you try and lock your legs around his waist, arms still linked around his neck to prevent him from getting too far away. From the beginning, he really didn’t stand a chance against you.

“Y-you sure?!” He’s a bit aggressive in his embarrassment asking, but he’s nervous because this is the most that’s ever happened to him in his life.

“Mhm, wanna feel you inside me Shuichi” your words make his mind short circuit. You politely release his cock so he can move. He’s a bit clumsy as he grips your thighs and drags you closer against him, knees coming in-between your legs to keep you spread open. He’s lightly trembling, aware of how to have sex but not entirely sure of how to have sex with you. The two very different in his mind. He doesn’t want to hurt you or ignore your pleasure in anyway.

“I can take both.” You sound breathless beneath him, and he briefly wonders through the haze of lust if you’ve lost your mind.

“No.” He’s firm in his answer this time, his expression and glare he settles you with full of that familiar stubbornness he gets with certain things. Like with his ideologies shared with Stain.

“Shuichi—” this time you’re cut off as he lets the tip of his second cock poke your entrance. It’s enough of a distraction as you moan, the feeling of his scales on his cock added texture you feel as he slowly sinks inside you. Neither cock is small, both thick, but his second cock is the smaller of the two and curved up a bit more than his first.

He’s nearly on his death bed when he bottoms outside you, tip just gently curving up into that spongey patch inside your pussy that has you whining and toes curling.

“Fuck Shuichi, so good!” He chokes a bit at your honest comment, huffing as he tries not to look right at you. He’d fall apart too quickly.

“Y-you too— so tight.” He sounds nearly in pain, but then again he’s likely a bit overstimulated having cum not too long ago. “M’gonna move” is all you get before you feel his cock drag against your walls, his whimper of pleasure loud as he tries to keep quiet and fails. You’re not any better, but you at least keep your eyes trained on him, realizing he’s overdressed.

“Your hoodie… Shuichi I wanna feel all of you!” The way your hands desperately pull at his top distracts him a bit, and he doesn’t even have time to feel insecure because you squeeze down on him as he’s revealed to your eyes. His hard scaled chest and upper body a feast for your eyes and hands as they move to touch him. His moans pick up a bit as his hips begin to find somewhat of a steady pace, his concentration at maximum as he focused on trying to make you cum again.

The way your hips move and twitch cause him to look lower.

He’s inadvertently made to look at how your sopping cunt takes him in, his first cock erect and sliding perfectly against your clit with each thrust. Your nails can’t pierce his skin, but they would’ve if he didn’t have the quirk he did. Your noises have him checking your face, your watery eyes and open mouth with drool a sight for sore eyes. He doesn’t mean to pick up his pace or force, but you’re soon being fucked with more aggression that he originally intended. He’s close too. Muttering little praises as he gets consumed with pleasure.

“So pretty—,” he’s desperately fucking into you, muscles taunt and tight as he grits his teeth. Shaking the bed and you with each powerful movement, leaving you both a bit stupid.

“Cum inside me!” Over your senseless babbling and moans, one sentence has his balls tightening painfully.

“Fuck y’want me to fill you up?” He’s delirious on the pleasure of your cunt and warm body, his thrusts rough and a bit too much if not for the slicked up cock rubbing on your clit and driving you wild.

“Yes yes fill me please!” Spinner’s mind goes blank as he sinks as deep as possible and shakily paints your inner walls. Your cunt clamping down and spasming as you reach your peak with him. Groaning and whining, dropping his face down into your throat and losing it as he rocks his hips to prolong the experience of fucking you.

Your belly and chest are sticky and wet, his first cock shooting and covering you both with his how much he released. He grips you tight against him despite the mess, rolling so you’re on top so he isn’t crushing you.

It’s silent for a few minutes, save for your combined heavy breathing and the groan of the bed.

Your hands running over his chest and into his hair as he relaxes into your touch. His own hands lightly trace over your ass and thighs, massaging a bit curiously running a finger through the mess he’d made inside you.

“This doesn’t count as cuddle time.” He’s snapped from his thoughts as you mumble against his chest. He’s confused how this couldn’t count.

“You gotta cuddle me properly later, understand?” He chuckles, his grin growing.

“Yea, I got it. You need cuddle and sex time?”

“I’m glad you see logic like I do.” Your words teasing but voice clearly tired. You hadn’t slept much when you did nap earlier.

“Oi, don’t sleep yet dummy, ya need to go pee after sex.”

Your groan of complaint is ignored as your hauled from the bed and to the bathroom. Why he knew that piece of information, you didn’t know.

He’d never tell you he’d read multiple articles on “what women want” in a relationship after he found himself falling in love with you.

#SPINNER #Mha spinner #fem! reader #x reader #shuichi iguchi #bnha #mdni #18+#request filled #spinner x reader #mha spinner x reader #mha shuichi iguchi #x shuichi iguchi

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blurbios · 1 year

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League of Villains' Doting S/O

synopsis: little stories about how you show love for your partner and how they react.

Shigaraki

Dabi: part 1, part 2

Compress

Spinner

Twice

Toga

a/n: this is my first little series, initially intended it to be a short one off post, but expanded upon it in editing (somehow went from under 1k words to almost 3.5k geez) ! i have many more ideas to come in the near future, but any and all comments or requests are welcomed!! thank you x

#mha x gn!reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha x you #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #mr compress x reader #spinner x reader #twice x reader #toga himiko x reader #league of villians x reader #shigaraki tomura #touya todoroki #sako atsuhiro #jin bubaigawara #himiko toga #shuichi iguchi

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nonobadcat · 1 year

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In Your Hands: Spinner x GN!Reader Drabble

Rating: PG-16 - Generally wholesome with a light praise kink but contains innuendo and mentions of bedroom wear

Timeline: Just before the Overhaul arc, when the LOV is still in hiding post Bakugo rescue

Word Count: 1.5k

"To-ga! Quit squirming!"

"But it tickles soooo much!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

She whined, kicking her feet like a child. "Ohmigosh no! Please don't stop!"

Your voice fell into a hushed purr. "Then be good for me, okay Toga-chan?"

Toga's giggle that damn near glittered in the air. "Anything for you ♡."

Sitting on an old dusty crate, Spinner's eye twitched. He hunched over, burying his burning cheeks in his red scarf. "Will you guys cut it out?!"

Magne flicked her wrist, blowing on her fresh, manicure before flashing Spinner a knowing smirk. "Jealous, much?"

He thrust a shaking green finger at Magne. "T-that's not the problem and you all know it!"

"Oh?" Magne teased, using her wrist to smooth her red hair behind one ear. "Do we now?"

Kneeling on some old rags to soften the hard warehouse floor, you shifted to let some blood back into your tingling toes. Your fingers still delicately curled around her soft hand, turning it into the thin light that drifted through the cracks in the old glass. Eyes level with Toga's chest, you threaded the brush back into the nail polish bottle before the next drip could escape. "I can do your nails next if you want."

"Spinner," Toga called, flicking her free hand at the woman next to her. "Use your wizard powers to make Magne's nails dry faster so the dust doesn't ruin them."

"I'm not that old!" he roared back.

Magne smirked before muttering under her breath. "Interesting that that's the part you chose to deny..."

Toga cackled. As her hand shook with laugher, she bounced the brush against her knuckle. Baby pink paint flooded her cuticle.

You groaned reaching for a bamboo stick to scoop out the excess. "Toga! Seriously!"

"So~rry..." she apologized without a hint of remorse before pointing at Magne. "It's her fault."

Magne casually threw up her hands. "I won't deny that."

You could head Spinner's teeth grinding across the room. He glared at the warehouse door. "When the hell is everyone getting back?!" he demanded, checking his wristwatch. "They were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!"

"Find some chill. I'm sure they'll be back soon," you called, twisting the cap back on the bottle. Blindly groping across the selections beside you frowned. "Hey, Spinner, can you pass me the one that says: 'top coat'?"

"Make Magne do it!"

Magne waved her fingers at him. "My hands are wet."

Stuffing his fists into his pants pocket, Spinner spat out a irritated noise before stalking over to your group. Red eyes searched the small cluster of options resting on the wobbly cardboard box you'd turned into a makeshift table. Plucking the one labeled "Seche Vite" from the group, he twisted off the black cap and sneezed. Eyes watering, he thrust the bottle at you. "That stuff stinks!"

You nodded, blotting the brush off on the bottle's neck. "Yeah, but it's the best one."

"Beauty knows no pain," Magne explained with a shrug.

Shoving his nose into the the crook of his arm, Spinner flopped onto the nearest crate. He narrowed his eyes, watching as you fanned Toga's fingers wide. Each delicate stroke of the slippery gloss spilled across the curve of her nail. The tip of your tongue darted out of the corner of your mouth as you leaned to one side. As the edge of your pointer shifted down the length of her middle finger, Toga bit her lip to fight the giggle.

Your lashes drifted low as a gentle smile split your lips. "Good girl," you praised.

Spinner's adam's apple bobbed. He shifted in his seat with a grimace.

Catty yellow eyes curled with naughty glee. "Do Spinner's next."

"Mhmm," you hummed, pinching your lip between your teeth. "Give me one second."

Above your head, Toga flashed him a snitty grin. "What color do you want?"

Spinner glared at her. "Unlike some people, I have better things to do than get a manicure."

"Bullshit," Magne declared, grabbing the darkest color you had. She wagged it at him. "This one."

"Daddy-and-I-don't-talk black?" Toga sneered. "Dabi will be jealous."

Magne hummed, inspecting the thick fluid with renewed interest. "You think?"

"Please," you groaned, blowing away a stray hair from Toga's pinky. "Anyone with that many piercings is obviously mad at their dad." You nodded to the girl above you. "All done. Give it fifteen before you touch things."

"Hooray!" Toga bounced off the box, sticking her tongue out. "You're next Spinner."

Rolling triceps tensed like the strain of the world was crushing his shoulders. "I—" Spinner swallowed. "I'm fine."

You rolled your eyes and patted the perch before you. "Come on."

With all the speed of a turtle, Spinner slunk over and took his place in front of you.

Without hesitation, you gabbed his hand, lifting it up to inspect his nails. Perfectly almond shaped and clean, you admired their smooth, ghost grey color. "Oh my gosh, Spinner. You have super pretty nails!"

"Huh?" Blood rushed to his face, staining his green skin an irrational shade of pastel pink. [1] "Oh... I never thought about it."

Your grinned. "These are going to look awesome. Makes me wish I had a matte top coat." You sighed wistfully. "Oh well, glossy finish will make them look like midnight water. It'll still be cool. I promise."

"Um..." He scratched his cheek. "I guess I'm in your hands then."

"Kay!" You reached to the pot of skin oil, dabbing the tiny brush over his cuticles. "Ugh. I'm super jealous of your deep nail beds! I barely need to to push these back."

As you worked the tissue with gentle strokes, Spinner's spine snapped straight as a steel rod. Your thumb slipped across his sweaty palm, resting on the bumpy edge between the scattered scales. He gritted his teeth, looking away from you.

Laying his hand back on his knee, you leaned over, the edge of your chest brushing him as you grabbed the rubbing alcohol. A sharp inhale rattled through Spinner's beak. By the time you had his fingers back in your grasp, his purple hair stood on end. He closed his eyes, focusing on the cold swipe of the cotton pad against his heated skin.

"Are you okay?"

He squinted down at you only to have his lungs cease tight. Below soft lashes, curious eyes stared up into his. Oh man... The sight of you holding his hand as you sat nestled between his knees—

"Fine," Spinner squeaked, fanning himself with stale air. "J-just a little warm."

You cocked your head, examining the bare skin just above his arm wraps. You squeezed his hand. "Hey... can I ask you a personal question?"

"W—" He cleared his throat. "What is your question?"

"Do you get goosebumps?"

He blinked before shaking his head. "Um... No. I don't have hair anywhere but my head so—"

All at once, your eyes drifted down to the seam of his pants. Time stopped. His pulse throbbed in his ears. Were you really looking at his—?

Your gaze dashed back to his as you fixed him with a nonchalant smile. "Oh, I see. That makes sense then."

The edges of Spinner's vision sparkled grey as his life flashed before his eyes. While you unscrewed the cap, he scrunched his eyes shut.

'Naked Moonfish. Think of naked Moonfish!' he commanded himself.

While the tiny brush caressed his nail with sticky basecoat, his blood simmered. Despite his best efforts, it was impossible to imagine the cannibalistic villain sans leather bondage gear. Instead, easy images of you body, barely covered in black mesh, shoved themselves to the forefront of his mind. The swell of your chest filled his imagination, begging his thoughts to turn to pebbled peaks just below the filmy, flimsy fabric.

"Do you want to ask me anything?"

He jolted at the sound of your voice. "What?!"

"In return for my question. Did you want to ask me anything?"

'Do you prefer leather or lace?' his brain screamed.

"I..." He gulped. "Can't think of anything right now."

'Well, anything aside from you on my mattress.'

Unable to hear the silent addition to his anwser, you carred on with your work. For two long, hard minutes, your hands danced from one finger to the next, working their way across his body until his pants were too tight to breath. Finally, he gasped for air as you set aside the clear bottle. As you strained to grab the black, he barely caught your next words.

"Might want to think of something, or I'll just keep asking you things instead."

He forced a laugh. "What? Are we playing a game now?"

You smirked at his hand, laying the first thick stripe of color. "Do you want me to play with you, pretty boy?"

Thud.

Half an hour later, when the rest of the league returned to the warehouse, they found three things:

Spinner's nails, perfectly coated in ink colored polish

Magne, and Toga, quietly trying to stifle their laughter.

A comatose Spinner, his mouth still foaming like he'd swallowed poison, laying cheek-to-thigh across your lap while you slowly stroked his hair.

[1] Am I the only one who doesn't understand how green skin blushes pink? Oh well...

@shig-a-shig-ah @castershellwrites - Remember when I threatened that Femdom Spinner piece like a year ago? This is what happened to it.

#spinner x reader #shuichi iguchi x reader #shuichi iguchi #bnha spinner #mha spinner #lov x reader #gn reader #bnha x reader #toga himiko #bnha magne #bnha toga #seriously though spinner has pretty nails

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mossy-opal · 1 year

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Pedigree

Shuichi Iguchi x Reader

Warnings: Pet-Play, Dominant Reader, Double Penetration, Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of Murder, Safe Word Usage, Alcohol Consumption, Hints at Manipulation, Hints at Misogyny (?)

You figured this marriage would be the best thing to have ever happened to you. He was older than you, smarter than you, richer than you could ever imagine, and he loved you so much. He spoiled you endlessly, gifting you lavish gifts and expensive clothes and other items, you never had to clean the house or even cook him dinner, you were living in the lap of luxury! You knew when you got into this relationship that he was a busy man, running his business and going on business trips, doing what he needed to, so you never asked questions.

You loved your husband so much, he was a good man.

You were married for almost ten years together, and despite how many times you two tried, you could never get pregnant. He never blamed you for it, never got mad about it, if anything he seemed thankful. After all, that gave him plenty more time to focus on his job.

You loved your husband, truly you did, but there was one thing you didn’t put up with.

Your mother had gotten ill, so you needed to go off to see how she was, to see if there was anything you could do to help, or if you needed to send her off. Once your decision was made, and the funeral had gone on easily, you were finally able to return home to your loving husband and his open arms.

Apparently, his arms were too open, because you found him in bed with his secretary and accountant.

If only he had talked to you.

If only he had told you the truth.

If only he had changed his will before having that heart attack and drowning in the pool.

You were crying for days when he died, crying when you spoke to the police, crying when you had to put him in the ground, crying when you fired the accountant and secretary he stuck his dick in, crying when you had to sell your share of his company, and crying when you went to bed.

Now you were a widow, with newfound fortune and no family to share it with.

You were lonely.

But it could’ve been worse.

The police questioned how you got over your husband's death so quickly, and you rolled your eyes, explaining you were in the process of divorce before he passed away. You explained his extracurricular activities with other women, and they in turn questioned you about the money. You rolled your eyes again and explained you could give two fucks about the money, wanting to be rid of it more than anything. You were telling the truth too, having donated many of your newfound funds into homeless shelters, foster systems, local libraries and so on. You didn’t want anything to do with that man, you explained, having instead moved into a small little home for yourself and selling off everything he had previously owned. Of course you were suspect number one, but the police were far too dumb to catch on to anything, and you were much smarter than a simple vexed housewife.

Did you kill him?

… Well it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it, but no one needed to know that.

But the fact of the matter still stood. You were lonely. Loneliness snuck up on you, afterall you never anticipated feeling this way, especially after getting away with something scott free. You were lonely after your grandparents died, but you still had your parents.

You were lonely after your father died, but you had your mother. You were lonely after your mother died… You wished things could've been different. When did it all go wrong? When you got older? When you couldn't bear his children? You couldn't guess, and frankly you didn't care anymore. Why would you care about the thoughts of an old fool like him, anyway? You had better things to do. You could paint, work in your garden, visit places and people at your leisure.

But none of it soothed that aching loneliness…

So, you tried dating. You were still young, confident in yourself, and you knew you could wrangle any man you could ever want! So… You refused to believe anything was wrong with you when men would avoid you, swipe over you, choose someone younger rather than someone their age. It was frustrating, but there was always one more option…

No… Not that one… Too many muscles… Far too young for your taste… A bit too expensive… Oh that's just obscene-

This site wasn't one you'd ever expect yourself to be on, but you had money and time to spend on someone else. Besides, it was better to hire someone rather than just sit alone in your home, right?

There was one young man who was damn near a decade younger than you- But you weren't that… Opposed to him. He had great reviews from everyone, sans some creeps complaining that he wouldn't act like an animal no matter how much money they put on the line. What you gathered from that was he had dignity, and you liked that.

So you hired him.

Truth be told, no matter how confident you were, you were still terribly nervous. Days went by where you meticulously cleaned your home, putting everything in its proper place. You paced and double checked yourself in the mirror, wondering if you looked okay, maybe too old? Not old enough? What were you even doing, maybe you could still cancel-

There was a knock on your door and you jumped, quickly moving to answer it. He was taller than you anticipated, and far better looking in real life than on your tiny little screen.

Shuichi Iguchi was in your doorway, the male escort you hired to… Simply spend time with you.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't be bothered to put your thumb on it, welcoming him in and offering him a drink.

Shuichi was very thankful you didn't ask questions, or make a comment about any of his affiliations with the League. He was also pleasantly surprised you were rather young, and really attractive too. Maybe this time he'd actually enjoy himself. Coming into your home he made himself comfortable, telling you exactly how he liked his tea, and being cordial with you while you sat with him. However, he noticed your nervousness while the two of you sat in silence, the clock ticking in the background.

"... Are you alright?"

You jumped, "Ah- y-yes uhm I'm just a bit…. Nervous, is all I'm not really- I-I've never-"

He caught on, "Oh, really? A pretty thing like you? I-I'm sorry, that's just hard for me to believe…."

You blushed and nodded, laughing at his compliments. "Yes, I'm afraid I'm new to this whole exchange… I just lost my husband you see and I'm a bit lonely-"

"Oh wow I'm sorry-"

"He was a cheating bastard, don't waste your breath on him."

Shuichi shut up with that, nodding. You smiled again, immediately changing the subject.

"Sooooo, Shuichi, what is it that you do?"

"Uh well, mostly this…" He hesitated mentioning the League, but caught himself. "I also play video games…"

"Oh fun! I used to play some, but I haven't played any in quite some time though…"

"Cool… What about you..?"

"I spend most of my time doing small things and donating, charitable work, things to help others. But even then I've grown lonely…"

Shuichi hummed, "So why not get into dating? Why this?"

You laughed shortly, "I tried, but I'm out of the age range for most men my age… Ugh, and look at me, doing exactly what they are…"

Shuichi took your hand, his was far colder than your own, "You're not really, I can promise you that. We're just talking, and it's not like I'm a dumb kid, I know what I like n' all that. You're not taking advantage of me, so don't even think about it, alright?"

You held onto his hand and gave him a squeeze, nodding your head, "I appreciate the reassurance… To make myself feel better, may I ask something…?"

"Sure thing, you can ask anything."

You hesitated, blushing. Here it comes.

"Is it alright if we just talk, for now…?"

Oh, that… Was not what Shuichi expected. He expected something far more profane. Perhaps something dirty, or even gross, but not this.

It was cute, wholesome even.

"Sure thing…"

•

Visits were often like that, and he was thankful you lived so far away from anyone. He didn't have to hide his face with you, and never expected you to do anything odd. The two of you got to know each other, watched movies together, and the most you've done was cuddle him at night. Shuichi was never opposed, you were soft and warm, the world was cold and hard, he could get used to this.

He even thought it was funny when you would smack talk your old husband. The man sounded like the person you were afraid to become, going after people far younger than yourself and manipulating them, making them your little play things rather than your partner. Every time that happened, Shuichi reassured you that you were nothing like that, even if you paid him for his time, he could deny you at any point, and he knew you would never push anything uncomfortable on him, unlike others. Many others.

Hell, even when you were drunk you didn’t push anything onto him. But, he did learn plenty of new things about you. Things you were far too bashful to talk about without intoxication.

“Wait wait wait, let me get this straight… He didn’t want you to-”

“Ever be in control! I could n-never make suggestions, use toys, or even- *hic* Eve-even tell him which hole to use!”

Shuichi laughed, “And he slept with other women? Ha, no wonder he liked 'em young…”

“He was terrible too- He only ever lasted ten minutes!”

You took another sip of your third glass of wine, Shuichi barely drinking from his first. “So, what would you have done, if given the chance?”

You cooed at that, your bright red face somehow turning even redder.

“Oooh, the things I would have done… I wanted to tie him up and torture him until he was begging for it- P-put a collar on him too- Wanted to mark him like mine-”

You muttered something about it not working, but Shuichi was too preoccupied with your confession of wanting such dominance over him. Your husband was a lucky man, why would he waste such an opportunity to submit?

“Yeah, I wanted to do so much with him, try using vibes and cock rings, wanted to try out shibari with em- *hic* W-wanted to make him my pet, y’know? But nooooooo, I don’t know what I want- Bas- *hic*- Ugh… Bastard…”

Shuichi was glad you were inebriated, you wouldn’t notice the red on his face or the tent in his pants.

He’d admit it was a little embarrassing, being used to something very similar, and yet completely the opposite. He was used to being a call-boy, an escort, a sugar baby. He was used to freaks asking him to act like a lizard. He was used to older women asking him to absolutely desecrate them- Men too. It never really bothered him, after all they pay for what they want, and if they want a dominant then he would be that for them. But really, he wanted someone to take control.

He wanted someone to take the reins and treat him like a pet- Like what you wanted to do. Was the idea extremely arousing? Yes, and unfortunately there was nothing he could currently do about it, and he half-expected you to not remember a damn thing tomorrow. So, despite his obvious attraction to you and his raging hard-on, he would be good.

For now.

He decided to call it there for the night, for the both of you, when you started talking nonsense about drowning your husband and hoping he rots in hell. He got you some water, set aside some pain killers for the morning, and he was about to leave you be.

Well, until you grabbed his hand and pulled him back slightly.

“Shuichiiiii… Staaaay… ‘Wanna cuddle…”

He blushed again, still half-mast. “Ah- I don’t think that’s wise-”

“Mmm- Promise I’ll be good… Don’wanna be ‘lone r’now…”

Your words were slurring even more as you started dozing off, and he relented. Crawling into bed next to you, he was sure to keep a good amount of distance, as to not… Alert you. But, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your back.

“G’night Shu… Ichi….”

He smiled into your back, “G’night…”

The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache, as expected. You never really were one to hold your alcohol well-

You groaned when you remembered what happened last night, feeling your face flush as you held your head in your hands. You were ashamed of yourself, having spewed your guts to him like that- Oh fuck, you told him about your husband! You told him about your husband's death! Throwing yourself out of bed, you ran to the kitchen area and saw Shuichi eating some cereal, he was stopped right in the middle of taking a bite.

“Uuuh, good morning? You alright?”

The cops weren’t here yet, maybe he wanted to blackmail you.

“Y-yes I’m fine uhm… W-what are you doing?”

He looked to the side and motioned to his spoonful of cereal, “Eating, why?”

You gulped, looking at the phone in his hands and back to him.

Tackling him down to the ground you yanked the phone out of his hands, ignoring his pleads as you got off of him quickly and held it away from him.

“What the hells gotten into you!? Give me back my phone!”

“Not until you tell me what you plan to do!”

“I wanted to eat breakfast! Is that so bad!?”

You played ring-around-the-rosie with him around your coffee-table, before he jumped over it and tackled you. You squealed, trying to wiggle your way out from under him before he snatched his phone back from you, before pinning you to the ground.

“What has gotten in to you!?”

You huffed, still wiggling, “L-let me go! I have to get out of here-”

“Why!?”

“Because I told you!”

Shuichi was confused, letting you go and sitting up, still pinning you by the waist. “Told me what!? Your kinks!?”

You flushed, “N-no! Not that…!”

“Then what the hell are you-”

It suddenly clicked in his head what you were talking about. It wasn’t nonsense what you were talking about last night, it was the truth. You paled when you saw his realisation and started wiggling even more, before he pinned you again.

“I’m a villain.”

His sudden outburst made you stop. You looked at him and scoffed, “No you’re not…”

“I am, my villain name is Spinner, I’m a part of the League of Villains…”

You were silent and he went on, “I needed extra money, so I picked up a side gig… The kind of thing I do isn’t exactly legal, but because people are desperate, they usually keep quiet… So I wouldn’t tell the cops anyway, even if I believed you.”

You scoffed, “You still don’t believe me?”

“Not fuckin’ really, you don’t take me for a murderer in the slightest…”

You rolled your eyes and wiggled again, “Could we get up now…? I’ll tell you everything, I just… I need to take those pain meds too…”

Shuichi sighed and got off of you, helping you up and getting you the pain meds he originally expected you to take immediately after waking up. From there, you told him your story, your method, how you didn’t even feel anything when you did it too… He told you a few stories about himself, and the two of you sat there. Shuichi’s cereal was long forgotten, and you were poking at your water.

“So… About your kinks-”

“Shuichi!”

He flushed, “Sorry sorry, I just thought it’d be a good topic to talk about! Especially since you’re sober now and can probably remember a lot more.”

That got you interested, but you felt like teasing. “Why would you be interested in something like that? Naughty…”

He flushed a bit and chuckled, “Ha, uh… W-well I’m just curious, that’s all…”

You caught on suddenly, and it made you flush, “Shuichi, you know we don’t have to do anything, right…?”

“I-I know I mean…” This usually wasn’t as hard to do, or initiate, so why was he struggling now?

“Shuichi, maybe we should wait for that, don’t you think?”

You touched his arm and smiled softly at him, and he couldn't help but think about your hands. The hands that ruthlessly held your husband under water, were holding him so gently. Why was that thought so attractive to him?

“Y-yea sure uh… W-well, will you ask for me again soon?”

You smirked and he felt his dick twitch at the sight. “Maybe, darling. Now go on, I’m certain you have things to tend to.”

Shuichi nodded and after making sure you were alright, and reassuring you once again he was a villain (he showed you a picture of the Tomura Shigaraki sleeping- He snores apparently), he left. You waved him off as you always do, and smiled softly at him. He had his secrets, and you had yours. But, you found solace in each other, and shared your secrets with one another. It was… A soothing thought.

But now that those revelations had come to pass, you had to make preparations. You got online immediately and started spending hundreds on new toys that you’ve always wanted to try, and after reading up and studying plenty, you were finally ready to call upon your new pet.

Shuichi hadn’t taken any new clients since that night and morning. He didn’t think he could get it up for anyone else anymore, after all, you were his dream come true. You were older than him, sure, but you were so fucking attractive, and you paid him well, and you never pushed anything onto him and- Ugh, he was in deep.

It could prove to be a problem if he didn’t get it taken care of, but when he heard that ding on his phone, and he saw it was a transaction from you, he nearly tripped over his own feet getting himself together to leave. He wasn’t sure if he should bring anything or expect anything, but he couldn’t lie about not being excited. He had to adjust himself multiple times to not alert any stander-byes about his current very hard problem.

Don’t get too excited.

Don’t get in over your head.

Don’t rush.

All things he tried to tell himself as he arrived at your home, rather quickly. He knocked on your door erratically, alerting you that he was finally here. You gave yourself one more look over and smirked. You hadn’t felt this good since your wedding night, dressed in your finest nightwear, a sheer robe, just enough makeup to accent your eyes. You got to the door and opened it slowly, and you smirked at what you saw.

What Shuichi saw almost made him cream his pants. Sure, he was bigger than you and stronger than you, and he’s killed plenty more people than you, but you still looked like a predator, and he was your prey. You looked at him with sharp eyes and a smirk, and you looked hot.

“I uh… I-I got your t-transaction…”

You nodded, “And you came running, huh?”

Shuichi nodded with a gulp, his face flushing even darker. You let him in and allowed him to get comfortable, before you brought him to your room. You even lit candles- Fuck he was done for. You sat on the foot of your bed and patted the seat next to you, but Shuichi wanted you to know exactly what he wanted. With an embarrassed blush, he got on his hands and knees, and crawled over to you. Putting his head in your lap, and looking up at you with pathetic eyes. Your eyes were slightly widened, before you smiled down at him with an almost loving gaze.

“Tell me what you want, pet… And tell me what you don’t want…”

Shuichi whimpered and you could feel yourself get even more excited. “I… I want you to take control of me… T-to own me… I want you t-to take care of me a-and I… I wanna be good for you…”

You cooed at him and he felt his heart speed up. “And what lines shouldn't I not cross dear?”

He blushed even darker, “U-uhm… I-I don’t really feel comfortable with a-anal… N-not yet…”

You nodded and pet his hair, “Good boy… Now do me a favour, okay? Tell me if you have a safe word, alright~?”

“Y-yea ‘c-course uhm… M-my safeword has always been Leopard…”

“Thank you. Now, darling, is there anything else I need to know~?”

Shuichi shook his head and mumbled a soft, “No.”

“Alright then, now, be a good boy and strip for me, ‘kay~?”

Shuichi sputtered as he got up and nodded, taking off his clothes, rather quickly. He was excited, what could he say? Getting his pants off was difficult, to say the least. But, he knew you wouldn’t be disappointed, nobody ever was. That was one of, if not the only reason he was as popular as he was before he met you. He was “blessed” with more gecko-qualities than he’d like to admit.

When you saw him, you were surprised, and slightly worried. Would you be able to fit both? Your husband was only nearly half his size, and despite one of his dicks being smaller than the other, they both still had a lot of girth. Shuichi noticed your staring and he blushed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

“W-we don’t have to-”

“No, it's fine. This is what they invented lube for anyway. Now, come here~”

He looked back up at you and saw you holding your arms open for him, and he walked over to you slowly.

“Kneel~”

He did as you told him, keeping his head down, before you lifted his chin, “Look at me, baby~”

When he did, he felt something around his neck, and his eyes widened when he finally heard the metal clinking. You got him a collar, and it had his name, and your name on it. He looked at you in shock, and you were about to ask if that was alright, before he clung onto you, nuzzling into your waist, muttering his praise and pleading for you.

You smiled sweetly down to him.

Your husband would never.

“I’m glad you like your present baby, but we haven’t even begun yet. Get comfortable on the bed, okay~?”

He nodded and did as you told him, laying down on the bed and breathing in your scent, the pillows surrounding him as he laid there. You lifted yourself onto the bed, clicking something onto his collar.

He wanted to squeal when he saw the leash, but only moaned when he felt you rub yourself against him. You flushed, pleased to know he was already so ready for you. But, you wanted to go slow. It had been almost a whole year since your last time having sex, and you needed time to get used to him. Leaning over and grabbing the lube, Shuichi looked at you in anticipation. Slowly you dribbled some lube down his dicks, making him whine. Tossing the bottle to the side, you almost immediately started slowly pushing him in.

“H-haaooh f-fuck~!”

You smirked at his reaction to you, but stopped at about halfway, when you felt his second dick twitch outside of you. He whined again, his hips moving on their own before you tugged the leash.

“Ah ah, no… I need to ready myself for you baby, you need to be good, and patient, alright~?”

“B-but- Mmm~ F-feels good~”

You cooed almost mockingly at him and he felt himself buck at that, making you tug even harder at the leash, your other hand steadying his hips.

“I know it feels good baby, but patience is rewarded~”

He whimpered yet again, but nodded. You nodded as well, fucking yourself on his larger dick, slowly, making him moan with every little movement. It was torture for Shuichi, but he swore to himself he’d be good- He would, he’d be good for you, he had to be…

It felt like it took ages for your speed to pick up, and your moaning was something he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. Music to his ears, a song for his soul, and he wanted it to never fucking end.

But when you stopped and he whined again, you tutted at him, as you moved your other hand to press his other dick at your entrance.

“O-ooh f-fuck b-be c-carefu~Uuuhh~!!”

When you pressed him in to you, he threw his head back, moaning out your name like a prayer. He was huffing, his hands finding purchase on your hips while you slowly sank down further on to him.

Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t-

“F-fuck! N-no-no!! Leopard- Fuck~!”

You jolted when you felt him cum inside you, moaning yourself and gasping at the feeling. This was something completely new to you, and when he said his safe word, you tried pulling off of him- But he stopped you.

“S-Shuichi y-you said-”

“M’sorry I just- Aah…. F-fuck… I’m so-sorry….”

You immediately knew he was embarrassed when he shut his eyes tight, shoving his face in the pillows next to him. You cooed, your grip on his leash loose as you leaned forward, still with his dicks inside of you, making him moan at the slight stimulation.

“Shuichi darling it’s okay…”

“B-but you didn’t-”

“I didn't say we had to stop honey, you did~”

He flushed at that and gulped, whining softly when he was reminded of the collar around his throat.

“O-okay uhm… I-I take it back…?”

You chuckled softly, “What was that sweetheart? You take back what?”

“M-my safe word I-I take it b-back… Mmm- P-please move..?”

You smiled softly and nodded, “Of course baby~”

With that, you slowly lifted yourself, before fucking down on him, making him almost squeal. His moan was so loud, and he could swear this was the best he’d ever had. Anyone else before you seemed… Used to it. Used to double penetration. But not you, you were so- Tight and warm, and now you were full of him in so many ways, it made him want to cry how heavenly you felt, wrapped around him like this. Your hips moved painfully slowly, bucking your hips and moaning at the feeling. You were slow, sensual, and you couldn’t last much longer.

With a short gasp and a shudder, you came on him, making him cry out and whine.

"Fuck fuck fu-fuuuugghh~" Shuichi cried out, groaning in absolute pleasure.

You moaned softly as you pulled him out of you, slowly. Yanking his leash again, he tiredly looked down and moaned when he saw your combined juices dripping out of you and onto the sheets.

"Holy… W-wow I…. Ha…"

"How was that, my pet~?"

He shuddered at the name and nodded, "G-good- Really fucking good… Uh… I-I don't think I'll ever recover ha…"

You giggled, "Oh? Care to elaborate dear?"

You leaned to take the collar and leash off, but he stopped you. "I mean, I'm not… I-I'm not taking anymore clients… I-I want to be exclusive…. Exclusively y-y-yours… Your... Your pet..."

Your eyes widened at that, but you quickly smiled and nodded.

"I'd like that~"

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Do you think we can get a little snippet of shigaraki and spinners drunken conversation about mc? 🫣

Ummm, YESSS?!?!

(Side note, this ended up being a lot more poignant and plot-relevant then I expected so I'll probably clean it up a bit and make it an official half chapter or something.)

“She’s too good for me.”

“That’s true.”

“She should be with Mirio.”

“Oh fuck that!”

“No, she should!”

“Shigaraki.”

Iguchi and Shigaraki laid on the floor, bodies in different directions but heads side by side. They’d long abandoned their controllers, their drivers stuck against a fence and parked in a patch of grass mid-Moo Moo Meadows respectively, as they became far too engrossed in their conversation and intoxication to proceed. If Iguchi had been still holding his controller though, he would’ve promptly thrown it at his friend for the way he was talking.

“It’s true, it’s true! They have so much more in common!” Shigaraki whined, genuinely whined.

“Like what?” Iguchi demanded.

“They both swim. They both have muscles. They’re both pretty…”

“All superficial stuff, man—”

“—and their brains aren’t all fucked.”

“Have you seen the way she laughs during horror movies? I don’t know if that’s entirely true.”

“I’m fucking serious, Spinner. You know me. You know I’m never gonna get better. Not really.”

Iguchi frowned. Because that wasn’t true. He’d seen such amazing improvement from Shigaraki in the last couple months, such a vast development of care, self-awareness, and empathy. He’d come a long long way.

But also, it wasn’t entirely untrue either.

There was something fundamentally broken inside of Tomura Shigaraki. Something that went beyond the warped way he’d been raised and lessons he’d been taught, beyond the abuse and trauma he’d suffered as a child. This was something that had to do with the way he was wired, the way he was born and how he felt things. Iguchi was similar in a lot of ways. And it took a certain level of medical intervention and SSRI’s to get him to a point where he could even start to function. He’d needed serious help, Shigaraki needed serious help.

Iguchi couldn’t say any of that to him though. He couldn’t recommend therapy or medication or support groups, it’d all be rejected, just as it had been many times before. Because even if Shigaraki wanted it, that was a help that All for One would never allow him to find.

So, Iguchi back-tracked to a more fixable problem.

“You’ve said it yourself, Shigaraki. They’re not right together. He stifles her,” Iguchi said, “Even if she’s trying to make things work with Mirio right now, it’s not gonna last forever. She’s a smart person, she’ll know to throw in the towel eventually.”

Shigaraki snorted, “And then what?”

“And then you make your move.”

He shook his head, “No. No even if they break up, I don’t think I can.”

“What’re you, stupid?!” Iguchi demanded, the vodka redbulls shoving his fuzzy irritation to the forefront, “Why the hell wouldn’t you give it an actual try then?!”

“Cause she’s too fucking good for me!” Shigaraki drunkenly wailed.

Iguchi groaned, sitting up so he could take a LARGE gulp of his drink. Shigaraki often made him feel like he needed a drink, but he was testing his nerves now more than ever with this woe as me schtick. Especially since he knew that Shigaraki was gonna pursue her in some stupidly roundabout way anyway.

“She deserves someone healthy. Someone who’s not gonna hurt her,” he turned to look up at Iguchi then, “You should date her.”

Iguchi choked on his drink.

“W-What?! Me?!” he coughed and sputtered.

“Yeah. You guys have way more in common anyway. You like to game and workout. Your parents are both normal, but like, weird, you know?” Shigaraki looked back down to the carpet at his eye level, getting to the real point, “And you’d be good for each other. To each other. Better than I’ve ever been to either of you.”

“That could never happen.”

“Nah, nah, I think she’d go for you! You may be ugly, but she doesn’t care about stuff like that.”

“Dick! That’s not what I meant!” Iguchi snapped with an angry blush, wondering if he should even bother to comfort this bastard after saying something like that.

But then Shigaraki looked up at him with that childlike curiosity of his, and Iguchi couldn’t help but continue.

“I mean that I’d never do that to you. And neither would she.”

Shigaraki snorted, “Why? I’d do it to you.”

Iguchi cocked a brow at him.

“You sure about that?”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed, in a way that was clearly meant to be challenging, but was really more poutlike in his whiney drunken state.

When Iguchi didn’t back down like he expected, Shigaraki just rolled over onto his side with some grumpy grumbling of something like “you don’t know. You don’t know what I’d do.”

Iguchi just chuckled and grabbed Shigaraki’s solo cup, filling it with water this time rather than vodka.

“...I’m gonna miss those skirts of hers when she goes to college.”

“She wears skirts in her day to day too, doesn’t she?” Iguchi asked, waving the cup in front of Shigaraki’s face.

“They’re not the same,” Shigaraki whined, leaning forward to take a sniff, shaking his head when he smelt the lack of alcohol, “They should make those skirts mandatory at Todai!”

Iguchi nudged him with it insistently, “Yeah. Yeah they should.”

“I’ll get Sensei to do something about it!”“If you remember to do that after this, I’ll wear one of those skirts.”

#TOMURA SHIRAGAKI #TOMURA SHIGARAKI X READER #TOMURA SHIGARAKI X OC #SHIGARAKI #TOMURA SHIGARAKI #BNHA SHIGARAKI #MHA SHIGARKI #SHIGARAKI FANFIC #READER INSERT #LONG FIC #TW DUBCON #QUIRKLESS AU #SPICE WRITES #MHA #BNHA #PLAY NICE FIC #iguchi shuichi #shuichi iguchi

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