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touyaz · 2 years
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humbly asking for fucked up dark content tropes/ideas/suggestions 🤲
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bbybaku · 1 year
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some more nsfw college bf shigaraki head cannons
sorry i haven’t been posting college is hard and i’ve been having tons of kinky back breaking sex
when y’all fuck in missionary he actually wears his glasses so he can see your face
he likes watching it contort in pleasure while he rails you
he likes blowies when both of y’all are sitting on the ground
he’ll pull you off his cock by your neck and kiss you
shig will have you swallow half of his cum then spit the rest into his mouth
loves makeout seshes after oral
when he gives or you give
all your previous lovers were stingy with eating you out. not shig.
he drinks your juices like it’s water from the tap and he’s been in the desert for 1000 years
he will eat you out right before you have to leave for work then watch you struggle to walk out the door because of how bad your legs shake
sending you audios of him moaning while you’re out with friends
sex on the squishmallows
cumming all over his stomach then calling you over to lick it up.
going to dinner with friends and trading underwear in the family bathroom right before
breeding kink
like reeeeaaaallly bad breading kink
youre on the pill butttttt 
yall have def thought about kids 
y’all think really hard about you being pregnant and everyone knowing what a whore you would have to be to be pregnant with his kids
sigh after college 
orrrr
no after college 😔
he’s like the ceo of holding your face like your chin and jaw
sometimes he’ll just do it mid convo
or if y’all are watching tv together he’ll hold your head so you can’t look away from the tv
he love when his fingers are in your mouth
he loves playing with your hair
he loves when you play w his hair
and scratch his back with your long nails
he like juice and sometimes he will take a swig then spit it into your mouth
only with juice
pays for everything
blue pubes
like will leave the pubes places
every now and then y’all will be on the phone in public just with an airpods
and he’ll say inappropriate things to you while you’re in class
“i know you’re thinking about my cock sliding in and out of you right now”
“when you come home i hope your hungry because i’m going to tie your hands behind your back and fuck your face”
“hey slut. i fucking miss you you fucking slut. god you’re such a slut and you drive me crazy”
you think it’s hot when he punches the wall
he’s weirdly good at photoshop and will photoshop you naked in weird places like the beach
quickies in public bathrooms
embarrassingly loud sex
role playing just consists of him spanking you
literally every senario
pro wants to try his had at shibari but is too lazy
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thisusernameiswack · 2 years
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Sleeping Positions
Shigaraki x cisfem reader
❖ A/N: this is like a horny drabble it won’t make the most sense. It’s like my first time posting and writing smut so give me some suggestions on how to make it better.
❖ Warnings: 18+, nsfw, soft?, somnophilia, I’m not entirely sure if this is considered dubcon but I’ll add that as well, as always lmk if there’s more
❖ Word count: 400+
You sleep in the most lewd positions. You can’t help it if your body finds the most comfort in these very suggestive positions.
So you can't blame Shig when he mindlessly ruts your clothed pussy at night after seeing your body splayed out on the couch. Your back seeped into the cushions, one of your thighs laying against the back of the couch and the other down on the cushion where you usually sit on. Knees bent and feet pressed into another. Your hands firmly pressed underneath your ass.
Your legs are open and ready…almost like you were begging to be touched…You’re wearing nothing but his tshirt and his favorite panties (you bought them just for him on/for a special occasion). He can’t help but get obnoxiously hard at the sight. How vulnerable you look. How scandalous you’re resting. It’s all so incredibly enticing.
You awake from your sleep with a dopey smile. Shifting yourself so that your arms are wrapped around his neck. You look up at him with half mast eyes, almost knowing exactly why he’s acting the way he is now. You mindlessly ask-
“How was work?” you release a breathy moan when he juts against your center with a hard thrust.
He leans down to nibble your earlobe before speaking. “Long and hard.” The vibration from each syllable he huffs into your ear sends shivers all over your body. He nuzzles your neck gently before proceeding to hold himself up and continuing his earlier movements.
A slight hiss leaves your lips when his tip catches your covered bundle of nerves(nub/clit).
“Baby, I want you…let me have you.” he continues to shamelessly rut against your clothed pussy until you give him a clear answer. Well- a answer.
You let out a shaky breath and simply say. “I’m all yours Shig.” after that he’s a mess. Turns into a starved man trying to move your wet panties aside. When he catches a glimpse of the wet patch of both your and his wet juices he almost loses it.
“Baby, you really drive me insane,” as soon as the cold air hits your clit it’s soon replaced by the feeling of something warm and rough. The pad of his calloused thumb is moving against it in a back and forth motion.
“Mmm- can’t take it anymore shig, put it in please-” to this he moves his thumb down to his hardened tip and begins to push into you. Gently, slowly. Almost agonizingly slow.
You plead with him. For him to go-
“Faster baby.” he simply looks into your eyes and is grinning like a happy fool. His darling is underneath him, she looks entirely enraptured by pleasure. It fills him with utmost joy. Only you can make him feel like this. He only likes seeing you like this. He likes that you are his and he is yours. Moments like this really make him feel happy. Almost paralyzes him to disbelief. He’s finally happy. In love. He loves you just as much as you love him-
Ahem, but enough of that sweet shit back to the good shit!
He presses a quick kiss to your forehead. After this it seems like the sweetness dissolves.
“Don’t worry baby,” he replies in a gruff tone. The goofy love ridden smile from earlier is gone. It’s now replaced with an almost serious expression and a sinister grin. “I’m gonna make sure you’re a mess in the morning.”
To be continued?~
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yassificat1on · 2 years
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TEEN MOM (wip)
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summary: bullet point ideas of what would happen if tenko never got 'adopted' by afo, but rather, a teenaged girl
a/n: this is just a test to see how well this story idea will be recieved. if it's well recieved, i'll get to writing. if not, :*) also, i had this idea, wrote it out and published it in under 30 minutes which seems to be a theme on my page so i know its not 100% perfect. i can make this gender neutral if needed be. also, baby shig's face in that is soooo cute 💀he looks so shady
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obviously set in the early 2000s so its gonna be filled with fun references like that
you just finished a day out with your friends
you all went shopping at the mall, you all got drinks and snacks, the whole nine yards
you start your walk back to the car, many many bags in and on your arms
you observed the people all around you, taking in your surroundings
you see a little kid with blue hair walking aimlessly 30 feet from your car
an old woman seemed to walk by him after having some weird interaction with him
you started shouting to the woman, telling her she forgot her grandson
she purposefully didnt respond
you opened the car door and threw your stuff back into the car and went back to the little boy
he looked up at you with a strange expression
his eyes had crusted blood and dirt around them, along with a large gash on his lips
"oh," you audibly gasped, feeling sorry for the boy.
you took him off to the side and took a napkin and a bottle of water from your purse to try and clean his face up
you asked him for his name, but he didnt answer. you asked where his mom and dad were but he didnt answer
you shouted out to the crowd to see who lost their kid, but no one payed any mind to either of you
you put the cap on the water, but you looked down to see him reaching for it
you opened it back up and handed it to him
you watched him place all 10 fingers on it, and the plastic disintigrated, leaving water to splash on the ground and his feet
you saw he had no shoes on, moreover, how dirty his little feet were
the sight and thought of it all almost brought you to tears
you made a split second decision. you picked him up, bridal style and took him to your car. putting him in the back seat
you drove around to buy him a pair of shoes, a pair of winter gloves on clearance, fruit snacks, chips, juice, fruit cups and a few outfits for the next few days
by the time you got home, he fell asleep in the back seat.
you had to sneak a whole kid into your room without alerting your parents, which wasnt easy
"what you got there, y/n?" the kid was burried under your prom dress, a few shopping bags and shoes
"oh! just my prom stuff! ill show you in a sec." you lied
you set him on the bed and went back out to grab his stuff
you woke him up to bathe and put him to sleep in a makeshift bed on the floor next to yours
but not before cutting up the gloves so he could touch stuff around your room without turning it to dust
you woke him up after you put everything away and fed him some dinner
yall go to sleep and he wakes up to crawl in next to you
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navi/masterlist coming soon
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asexual-juliet · 7 months
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Before I can say anything else, Bette calls him over. She’s corralling the guys off to one side so she can take a photo with the camera she ordered back in February. Frankie glares at her. Stan Katsumoto’s wearing a smirk like it’s an old comfortable jacket. Mas stands at the center of them all, beaming, with each of his brothers under one arm. Shig’s laughing, but if you’re paying attention, you can see he’s gripping Mas so tight, it’s like he doesn’t ever want to let go. Minnow’s hand is out, trying to pass a folded piece of paper to Twitchy, who’s pulling faces at the camera.
Tommy’s in the foreground, smiling like he never smiles when he’s with the family, because here, no one expects him to be something he isn’t. Here, he’s accepted just as he is.
Just as we all are.
hey we are not free nation come get your juice!! traci chee commented AND reposted this on instagram so legally you have to reblog it!!
@igizzz @snarkiestchicken
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ofallthingsnasty · 2 years
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Boku no Hero Academia Thirsts
note:  I’m slowly adding to this but it might take a while. This is for asks, thirst, headcanons - everything I haven’t posted on my ao3, pretty much. Some characters have seperate masterlists, just click their names! I usually try to write reader GN in thirsts, even when asks use certain pronouns. I also use the term ‘basement wife’ as GN term, bw is just used as a trope for a darling. I usually don’t address the reader as ‘wife’ in the piece! last updated: 01/14/23
Overhaul | Kai Chisaki
Sir Nighteye | Mirai Sasaki (my forever fetish husbando pls no bully)
featuring @alani-r​ and gremlin anon!!
Hizashi Yamada | Present Mic
headcanons
pro heroes getting you drunk F/Multiple noncon, alcohol alpha!Hizashi forcibly changing his beta mate GN/M (no pronouns used, but reader gets pregnant and takes bc) drugging, forced pregnancy, a/b/o
which hybrid suits them best? // GN/Multiple // hybrids, power imbalance basement wife shenanigans // F/M // yandere, dubcon begging him for a baby (forced agr3)// GN/M but reader can get pregnant // kidnapping, forced agr3
Erasermic/Reader
headcanons
favoring one over the other F/M/M yandere, groping
with a brat F/M/M slight dd/lg, bratting
interaction prompts
"Hey there baby boy, look at you! Absolutely adorable there all swaddled up in your blankie! You want some juice? Babey boy want some appy juice?!" GN/M/M forced agr3 (both for Reader and Aizawa), a sprinkle of Erasermic/Reader
Aizawa Shota | Eraserhead
prompt fills
W - Wisteria (long life, immortality): “Tell me I’m your god/goddess and I’ll grant you a slice of heaven.” + X - Xeranthemum (everlasting love): “Our love will surpass life itself.” GN/M
Tomura Shigaraki | Tenko Shimura
thirsts
Tales from Tech Support IT Shig starts out as a sweet weirdo and quickly turns into the creep we love ♡ Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4
Fatgum | Taishiro Toyomitsu
pro heroes getting you drunk F/Multiple noncon, alcohol which hybrid suits them best? // GN/Multiple // hybrids, power imbalance soft!dark fatgum // GN/M // yandere, manipulation being fatgum’s puppy // GN/M // hybrids, yandere, physical abuse, snuff mention baking for him // GN/M // hybrids, yandere, physical abuse, choking, snuff mention
Hawks | Keigo Takami
hawks and keigo being separate entities // GN/M/(M) // yandere, violence mention, noncon mention who is into agr3 for their darling // GN/M // forced agr3, yandere Miruko | Rumi Usagiyama
pro heroes getting you drunk F/Multiple noncon, alcohol
prompt fills
J - Jasmine (sensuality): “Oh sweetheart, if you keep struggling like that, I might just lose control.” F/F yandere, pain, pussy spanking, nipple play
MiruGum/Reader
general yandere dynamic // GN/M/F // yandere, manipulation, kidnapping, physical abuse, noncon mention
Endeavour | Enji Todoroki
human urinal // GN/M // noncon piss thrown into the basement as a punishement // GN/M // kidnapping, physical abuse taking his basement wife out from time to time // GN/M // yandere, basement wifery, implied physical abuse Enji being soft for basement wife // GN/M // yandere, basement wifery, physical abuse Enji’s basement wife getting accidentally discovered // GN/M // physical abuse, basement wifery, yandere forced agr3 // GN/M // forced agr3, yandere, kidnapping, pyhsical abuse who is into agr3 for their darling // GN/M // forced agr3, yandere forced memory wipe // GN/M // yandere
Giran creep Giran groping you // GN/M // manipulation, some fat-shaming, inappropriate quirk usage Giran setting you up with Dabi // GN/M // dubcon Giran with someone sweet // F/M // softness
interaction prompts
“But what if I choose to leave?” F/M inappropriate quirk usage, yandere, implied drugging
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Time is a social construct pt. 11
Mandalorian Time Travel AU
Summary: Din is trying his best, ok? But between trying to find a teacher for his magic kid and learning there were other Mandalorians who follow a different creed, Din is very confused and lost. So when he ends up on a plant that his HUD says is Manda’yaim and encounters two teens on the run from a group of dar’mandas called Death Watch, Din figures he way as well help them. He never meant to adopt them. Or become Mand’alor.
A/N: Italics are spoken in Mando’a
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            No one immediately pulled a blaster on them when they walked in, which Din would count as a win. Also, Din was pretty sure he saw a few Mandos swoon when Grogu popped his head out of the satchel, a sentiment he fully understood.
         Din gently nudged Obi-wan and Satine toward a table against the far wall. It was angled so they could all see the doorway (it looked like most of the tables were arranged this way). There were three chairs, so Satine rested Grogu on her lap. Grogu, uncaring for how much it raised Din’s blood pressure, climbed onto the table and sat down with a content coo. Obi-wan, after Din nodded at him, took his helmet off. Satine took her goggles off and pulled her scarf down from her mouth and nose, keeping it over her hair.
         A female Twi’lek walked over to their table. She wasn’t in full armor but had green and orange pieces on her arms and lower legs.
         “Su’cuy!” she greeted cheerfully, cooing at Grogu when the child waved at her. She set three menus down and a piece of coloring flimsy with crayons in front of Grogu. The kid started gnawing on the box to try and open it. “My name is Askhi, she/her. Can I start you all off with something to drink?”
         Obi-wan and Satine ordered the shig, and Din ordered varos juice for Grogu as he opened the box for the kid. Grogu quickly began scribbling over the outline of a cartoony mythosaur.
         “And you?” the waitress asked. Din shook his head, unwilling to lift his helmet. Askhi hummed. “I can get you a straw if that’s an issue.”
         Din considered it. “Tihaar then, please.”
         Askhi smiled and nodded along when Grogu babbled at her. “Got it. Those’ll be right up.”
         When Din looked over, after stopping Grogu from chewing on the crayons, Obi-wan and Satine had their heads bent over a menu and were pointing at different items.
         “I’m not going to have a fun night,” Obi-wan muttered as he scanned the menu. Obi-wan looked at Din with tooka eyes. “Help. My spice tolerance is mediocre.”
         Din chuckled and scanned the menu. “Well, they don’t seem to have bas neral, so if you were looking for no spice, you’re out of luck.”
         Satine snickered, and Obi-wan rolled his eyes. “Ha, ha. What’s Grogu having?”
         Din hummed as he considered. “You might get some funny looks, eating the same thing as the ik’aad.”
         Satine nodded. “Yeah, Obi, you have to get something spicy, so you don’t expose us.”
         Obi-wan sputtered, and Din wished he had his comm out to take a picture of his face. Letting Obi-wan suffer Satine’s needling to get tiingilar, Din turned to Grogu. “Ok, kid, here’s what I’m thinking, roast shatual. It’s roasted meat, and I can ask for less spice than normal.”
         Grogu babbled as he scribbled a green streak on his paper. Obi-wan spoke, muffled since he had rested his face on the table, “He’s fine with that.”
         Din hummed. “Getting tiingilar?”
         “I’m going to die.”
         “We can ask for less spice,” Din said. “Like we will for Grogu.”
         “Ik’aad hetikles,” Satine teased. Obi-wan groaned.
         Ashki came back with their drinks in hand: two regular cups, one with a metal straw and one plastic one with a cap and straw. Grogu happily sipped his drink, the other hand slapping his drawing proudly.
         “Beautiful, little one,” Askhi said with a chuckle. “Do you know what you want to eat?”
         “Shatual for him, minimal spice if you can,” Din said as he pulled his drink out of Grogu’s reach. “Could I have some tiingilar to go?”
         “Of course,” Askhi said, writing a note on a flimsi-pad. She turned to Obi-wan(who had lifted his head off the table but still had a red mark on his forehead) and Satine. “How about you two?”
         “Two tiingilar, please,” Satine said with a smile, pointedly not asking for less spice.
         “And blue milk, please,” Obi-wan all but groaned, eliciting a smile from Askhi.
         “One shatual, hold the spice, one tiingilar to go, two for here, and a spice saver,” she said. “Coming right up.”
         “’Spice saver’?” Obi-wan questioned after the Twi’lek walked away.
         “Milk and bread to soak the tiingilar in, if I had a guess,” Din told him. “I had something similar when I was first adopted.”
         Grogu cooed, drawing their attention to the kid. He was looking at two approaching Mandalorians. They all tensed. The Mandos were fully armored, and the one on the left had their helmet off. Din noted that the holsters on their sides were emptied, but he could make out where there were likely knives and other things hidden. The right one was a burly human who looked like they could bench-press Din, and the one on the left was a tall Togruta. The Togruta was smiling but hiding their sharp teeth, and both Mandos had their hands visible as they got closer.
         “I don’t think they’re here to cause problems,” Obi-wan muttered. “But beskar messes with the Force.”
         “Su’cuy!” the Togruta greeted cheerfully. “My name is Cano, he/him, and this is my spouse Loeto, they/them.”
         They all greeted the couple, Grogu waving at them, causing Cano to wave back.
         “You seem to be new in town, so we figured we would stop over and see if there was anything you need help finding,” Cano explained.
         Loeto scoffed and removed their helmet so they could throw a fond look at Cano. “And you wanted to say hi to the kid.”
         Cano shrugged, unabashed. “Ok, that too. Your child is adorable. Can I ask their name?”
         Din hesitated for a second, but neither Obi-wan nor Grogu gave the impression that it was a bad idea. Din had to remind himself that there was no one in this time hunting Grogu. “Grogu.” Grogu cooed, as he did when Din said his name, and Cano melted. Loeto was smiling.
         “Su’cuy, Grog’ika,” Loeto said. Grogu held a hand out, and Loeto paused before awkwardly reaching their free hand out and letting Grogu grab onto their finger. Grogu shook Loeto’s finger, looking immensely proud of himself. He even looked back at Din as if in approval.
         “Very good ad’ika,” Din said, relaxing minutely into his seat.
         “You’ve raised a polite child,” Loeto said when Grogu released their finger, switching Basic after hearing Din speaking it.
         “I imagine you two are just as nice,” Cano complimented Obi-wan and Satine. “Your buir seems to be a good one.”
         Both teens flushed and stammered. After a moment, Satine stuttered out a “Vor’e.”
         “N’entye,” Cano said. “Are you all planning on staying for a while?”
         “No,” Din said, shaking his head. “Just for the night. You, uh, know a place where we can stay?”
         “There are a few rooms upstairs,” Loetoa said, jerking their head at the ceiling. “No inn or anything. Travelers aren’t terribly common.”
         “And the owner will probably give you a discount,” Cano added. “Since you’ve got three ade with you.”
         “Thank you,” Din said. Cano and Loeto said goodbye before walking back to their table.
         The rest of their night was uneventful. Askhi returned with their food and was happy to arrange two rooms for them, one for Din and Grogu and one for Obi-wan and Satine. Cano was right when he said they’d get a discount. Din was pleasantly surprised at the price they were quoted and had a suspicion that they weren’t charged for Grogu’s meal.
         When they went upstairs, Obi-wan and Satine offered to take Grogu so Din could eat. But both teens looked exhausted, and they had a long day ahead, so Din denied it. But after Din had set Grogu on the bed and down a security sweep of the room, Din hesitated to lift his helmet to eat. He’d down it before with the kid, lifting his helmet just enough to eat. But that was before he’d officially adopted Grogu. The door was locked, the windows firmly covered, and the kid could alert him if anyone was coming.
         Din took a fortifying breath as he sat next to Grogu and set his food container on the bedside table. Grogu cooed curiously at him. Din slowly lifted his hands to his helmet, Grogu watching his movement with a tilted head. He released the seals, and Grogu crawled closer, vocalizing more intently as Din lifted his helmet.
         Din opened his eyes when he set his helmet on the bed next to him, not remembering when he closed his eyes. The wall was a beige color, slightly different looking, with his HUD tinting it. Din felt Grogu climb onto his lap and slowly looked down at his son. Grogu was standing on Din’s legs, wide eyes roaming across Din’s face, taking in his messy hair and facial hair.
         “Patu,” Grogu whispered and slowly reached a hand towards Din's face.
         “Hey, ad’ika,” Din whispered back, swallowing heavily when Grogu touched his cheek, cooing in wonder. Din’s skin tingled where Grogu’s claws gently skirted across his skin. Grogu giggled when he starched Din’s overgrown stubble. “What do you think?”
         “Bah!” Grogu exclaimed. He stood on his toes and headbutted Din’s chin. Din’s heart warmed at the gesture, and he carefully lifted Grogu, so their eyes were level. Grogu leaned in and gave Din a proper mirshmure’cya. Din sniffed and went a little teary-eyed at his son’s expression of love.
         “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” Din said. “I hope you know that.”
         “Dara,” Grogu said. “Gar dara.”
         Din could stop the smile that split his face at Grogu’s attempt at Mando’a. “Good job, Grog’ika.” 
         Grogu refused to move from Din’s lap as he tried to eat. Din was surprised when Grogu didn’t try to steal any of Din’s tiingilar. Grogu was wholly focused on Din’s face, giggling when Din blushed in embarrassment. Grogu expressed disappointment when Din moved to put his helmet on again, and Din, still unable to deny Grogu many things, left it next to the bed as they laid down, Din’s back to the door with Grogu held protectively in his arms. Grogu, even as his eyes drifted shut, kept one hand on Din’s check.
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Mando'a translations:
Su'suy- hello!
Tihaar- an alcoholic drink ik'aad- baby tiingilar- a very spicy Mandalorain casserole hetikles- 'noseburn', very spicy Vor'e-thank you N'entye- you're welcome (lit. no debt) mirshmure'cya- Keldable Kiss Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum- I love you
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bakatenshii · 11 months
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i'm just so weee! that you are writing again, but ofc no rush, take your time<3333 how is your weekend goin, my favorite shig fucker?
aaAAAAAA NONNIE THANK U FOR BEING HEREEEEE!! I’m also so so happy to be writing again, I honestly enjoy it so much and I’m happy my brain’s providing me enough juice to get me through it hehehhe
but youre so so sweet thank you!! for being so understanding and patient (ノ﹏ヽ)
MY WEEKEND IS GOOOOD @blahkugo finally finished her assignments for the year so I’ve been over cooking for her HAHAHA I’ve been seeing everyone freak out over the new bnha leaks too tho so I need to go take a peeeksies and see ahats going on :3cc
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shig-a-shig-ah · 1 year
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okay bestie to get your juices flowing for Bad Ideas, what’s your favorite part that you have coming up in Bad Ideas (tho ig saying it would prolly not be the best lol) and why?
Lol! There’s a lot I’m excited for I will go for the least consequential thing, spoiler-wise. Which is that one of the next few chapters is going to finally have some more intense smut—like half the chapter at least will be pure fucking! I’m especially excited for it because in Chapter 5 Shig tries to use wrist cuffs on reader and she’s basically like ‘my dude, I do not know you near well enough for that’ and that was really just a setup for the cuffs to back into play later. Which is finally gonna happen.
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moodyvoid · 3 years
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My friend said the people who simp for Shigaraki are the same people who like to drink pickle juice and I have never felt more attacked.
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morgana-ren · 3 years
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We know, Shigaraki. We know.
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69 with shig?
SMUT ⚠️🛑 18+ ONLY
Best of both worlds. You get to taste that sexy cock while it's shoved down your throat. Feeling every throb and twitch it makes. Breathing in his unique scent and doing your best to take every inch he has to give.
Tomura is in heaven, the way your throat constricts around his sensitive length, greedily milking him has him struggling not to cum right then.
His tongue eagerly laps at your wet slit, flicking the hard jewel sending you over the edge, your fingers dig into his hips and your legs tremble, arousal leaking onto his talented muscle. You writhe under his ministrations, mind in a lust filled haze, Shigaraki is all you know, he consumes you're very existence.
He pumps his cock into your mouth needing to feel more, wanting that tight sensation engulfing him. Needing more of your sucking, fuck he's never felt anything so good. Tasting you while having you work him with that hot mouth is a total win. There's nowhere his tongue doesn't explore, it snakes inside your dripping cunt gathering your juices. His face is soaked with your slick and he savors every bit of it.
And you guzzel every last drop of his cum, when it spurts in your mouth. Its so salty and bitter but you love it, crave it. His very essence is additive. You desperately try to swallow all of it but there's so much it overflows out of your lips, dripping down your chin.
"You taste so good" he moans from between your thighs, the vibration of his voice penetrates you, sending ripples of ecstasy straight to you're core . You squirm as the pleasure races through you, hips bucking into his face begging for him. You've cum so many times and hus hungry for you still isn't sated.
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bbybaku · 10 months
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Forgive me followers I forgot I had this gem in my drafts. 
This is a GOOD one 
husband shig and some bonkers role play 
warnings (bear with me): lowkey dark content but it will make sense when you read it, husband shig, implied kids, roleplay, alcohol. drugged drink, sir kink, oral (male recieving), begging, dirty talk, vaginal sex, cream pie, breeding kink, baiting, f reader 
2.3k words 
also sorry this one is a little long but prob one of my new favorites 
enjoy ;) 
your husband, tomura, had taken a 4 day weekend off from his desk job and your 2 kids were at their grandparents for the entire weekend. 
the two of you decided to live out a fantasy, roleplay if you will, you had been talking about for a while. 
to go to a bar and pretend to be strangers.
and go home together, of course. 
and have back breaking kinky sex, of course. 
the first night of the long weekend consisted of you getting a hotel room and leaving before tomura got home from work. 
the plan consisted of you two just so happening to be at an upscale club downtown at the same time. and tomura made a rule of no talking about anything real. you had to pretend not to know eachother. 
you sat and waited in the hotel room for what felt like hours, you were so excited you couldnt see straight. you brought that dress he loved and did your makeup in a dark and mysterious way.
it was almost time to leave and your hands were shaking with excitement, right before you left you remembered to take off your wedding ring, you planned on leaving it in the room but you just couldnt bring yourself to do it. you put the band in your purse. 
you loved tomura too much to live without the ring. 
you showed up 15 minutes after. fashionably late. 
you walked in alone and were immeaditly approached by a man wanting to dance, you talked sweetly and flirted while you turned him down, scanning the dark crowded room for him.
there.
in the back corner of the room. agitated. watching you. 
you knew him well enough to know your previous interaction had shigaraki’s blood boiling. 
his hair normally slicked back or put up hair was messy and in his face, he was wearing slacks and a button down, the top few unbuttoned. He was wearing vans and a jacket unzipped. he looked irritated. he was slouching with one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a brown drink. 
you made brief eye contact. you wanted to stir the pot a little more before approaching your husband. 
 you looked away first, checking your phone and making your way to the bar. 
and it was pretty easy to get under his skin. 
you didnt have to look to see he had just gotten up and was walking over to you. 
you waited at the bar for a bartender. 
a man stood next to you and offered to buy you a drink. you accepted the drink but declined the strangers advances. 
you took the drink and turned around. finding shigaraki sitting at a both alone. not just looking at you but staring into you. 
you sat across from him in the booth. lighting touching his hand that was resting on the table as you slid in. 
“hi” you said sweetly
“hey” he said with his head slightly lifted, his eyes looking down at you through his pale hair. 
“whats your name?” you couldnt stop yourself form giving him a small smile.
“shigaraki. my friends call me shiggy” 
it was funny to you because you two shared his last name, being married and all. 
“im y/l/n” 
he smirked “and what do you do, y/l/n?” 
you matched his energy “oh you know boring stuff.” you took a long sip of your drink, refusing to break eye contact. “what about you?” 
he scoffed a little. that way he was so good at being annoyed. “oh you know boring stuff” a pause “can i buy you a drink?” 
“sure i would love another one” 
you knew he wanted to skip this part. you knew his balls were aching and that he was beyond ready to be balls deep inside of you. 
you finished your first drink while he was at the bar. you could feel the warmth of the alcohol in your face and between your legs. 
he came back with a small cup of alcohol and juice. he handed it to you and sat down next to you.
“thanks” 
he put a hand on your thigh and whipsered “oh dont thank me yet”  
within seconds of sipping on the drink he brought you you could feel yourself getting tired. the room was getting hazy and something was off. 
this wasnt part of the plan. you looked up at your husband as the room stopped making sense. he winked as he caught your body.
you woke up in a massive bed. in a huge studio apartment with windows overlooking downtown. 
this was not the plan at all. 
it was still night time so you couldnt have slept that long.
“you didnt feel well so i brought you back to my apartment.” 
tomura was really getting into it. 
you were intriuged and your sex was pulsating. 
he stood over you on the bed, jacket off. He looked tired, like he had just carried an unconscious woman back to a secret apartment. 
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. body language expressing his frustration. 
“i also needed to remind you of something”
tomura said as he crawled over to you on the bed.
you stayed where you were sitting as he nuzzled into you.
“you belong to me” he whispered then grabbed you by the upper arm and threw you face down on the bed.
he had taken your shoes off but you were still wearing the dress from earlier. and your wedding ring was back on your finger. 
“ass up” he said as he hiked you dress up and grabbed a handful of your hair.
you expect him to rip your panties off but he didn’t, he pulled them up, and slapped your ass. hard. 
“count”
“tomur- “
“wrong” he said as he slapped the same place as earlier but a lot harder.
“one”
“don’t think i didn’t see you whoring yourself around in that bar”
“t-two”
“you are mine and all mine”
“three”
he used your hair as leverage.
“four”
“to think”
“five”
he grabbed the other side of your ass and played with it before slapping it.
“six”
“that my darling”
“seven”
“would forget who she belongs to?”
“eight”
he leaned over your body
“nine”
tomura licked up your neck then kissed your jaw.
“ten”
tomura let go of your hair and pulled your dress over your head and discarded it on the ground next to the bed.
“and what do you say?”
you gulped. “tomura-“
he lifted your head by your hair and leaned really close to you.
“what did you call me?” you could feel his irritation.
“thank you sir” you said quietly and looking down.
“thats what i thought” he scoffed. 
he unclipped your bra in one swift motion and pushed you back down onto the bed.
once again you expected him to take your underwear off but he didn’t.
tomura snaked between your legs. 
“do i have your permission, darling?” he asked
you nodded but he motioned like he couldnt hear you.
“what was that? im sorry I cant hear you.” 
“yes, yes you have my permission” you were babbling.
“your permission to do what darling?” 
“im -um. fuck me?” 
he slapped your ass “watch your profanity” he leaned closer to your ear and whispered “youre going to have to beg a little more than that and you know it.” 
your sex was pulsating and you craved your husband. 
you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anything. 
he lifted your thighs so his arms were under them but resting on your hips.  
“please to-” you stopped yourself. he glanced you looking displeased. 
“please sir please touch me ill do anything”  you corrected yourself.
he grunted as he got up.
“anything?” he questioned. 
you were beginning to understand why you were still wearing your underwear.  
“will you sit on the floor and suck on my big cock?” 
you grinned, “make me” 
tomura turned around slowly. 
“do you want to say that again?”
your smile grew bigger. “you heard me tomura, i said make me,”
before you could blink your wrists were bound by his belt behind your back and you were on your knees staring at his beautiful and very hard cock. 
he was leaking precum and you didnt have to be told twice to lick it up but that wasnt on the menu at that moment. 
you held out, being stuborn and bratty, waiting for him to make the first move. 
and he did.
tomura slapped you in the face “suck on it, slut” 
you closed your eyes, licked up his shaft, and took the tip in your mouth. 
you bobbed your head up and went further down with each bob, he was longer than he looked. 
if your hands werent bound you would spit in your palm when you came up for air and start pumping his base, but that wasnt an option. 
each time you came back up you would give special attention to the tip, just as he liked it. 
at first tomura sat on the bed and leaned back as you went up and down and up and down his shaft. 
between whimpers tomura said “its nice to see my whore wife finally remember who she belongs to.” 
he had one hand in your hair directing you and the other to lean back on the bed. 
you used teeth after his comment. 
he pulled your head back and sat up, using his free hand to hold your face forcing you to look at him. 
“i didnt want to drug you but i had to. i had to teach you a lesson. would you rather those fucking perverted men drug you or me? huh? i know you would rather me fuck you raw on this bed right now than either of those fuck faces at the bar huh” 
“uh-huh” 
“thats what i thought, get on the bed.” 
finally. you had been waiting all night. 
he took his pants off and unbuttoned his shirt but didnt take it all the way off. you loved his body. He was muscular but only under his cloths, he normally looked slouchy and scrawny. meaning you were the only person who got to see him like this. 
you lay with your legs spread open for him. your head propped up with pillows and your hands still tied behind your back. 
tomura crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees between your legs. 
his two fingers slid up and down you soaked folds. 
“all this for me? im flattered” 
he inserted his two fingers to your pleading hole. 
he took the fingers out and put them in his mouth. rolling his eyes back as he slowly pulled them out of his mouth. 
he smirked as he fingered you a little more slowly, then quickly, then slowly but with a third finger. 
then finally he pulled out his cock. still red and angry from when you were sucking on it just a minute ago. 
and he plunged it inside of you. 
luckily you were plenty stretched out from his fingers because he wasted no time in bottoming out and finding his pace. 
one of your legs over his shoulder and both of his hands on your his as leverage as he fucked you into the mattress without mercy. 
he head back in ecstasy, hair covering his eyes. you could have come just from the sight of it. 
you grabbed his fore arm, he looked down at you through his hair. he was glistening with sweat and looked at you a little confused.  
you pulled him down, him releasing the leg that was formally on his shoulder. 
his thrusts slowed as moved to get on top of you. 
you stated sucking a hickey on his neck, he huffed and grabbed a handful of your hair. 
“stop i have work” he said through grunts and whimpers. 
despite his comment he found where your neck and shoulder met and dug his teeth in. 
actually biting you. 
you moaned into his hair. heh hummed in satisfaction while he moved to suck on your breasts. 
one hand squeeing the right while he sucked on it and the other circling your nipple. occasionally pinching it. 
all while he would ppound into your soaking wet entrance and then slowly pull out. 
each thrust making squelching noises from your pleasure. 
he released your tit with a pop from sucking on it and looked you in the eyes through his hair. 
“im gonna cum in you. and were going to have a third. i need to see you pregnant again. full of my kids.” 
he licked up your chest and getting closer to you. he pushed your hair out of your face and reiterated: 
“you are going to be so fucking pregnant all the time. and everyone who sees you will know that i fucked your raw and i came inside of you. and that you are mine. you will have all of my kids” he moaned “youre my wife and the mother to all of my kids” 
he grunted. you squeezed around him, excited at the thought. 
he thrusts grew less organized and tomura furrowed his brow. 
he stared whimpering “ung im close” he ran a hand through his hair “beg for it” 
he didnt have to ask you twice.
you leaned up on your elbows and held his hand. 
“please, theres noting i want more than your cum to fill me up. i long for being full and everyone knowing who i belong to” 
one final thrust and you felt his cum fill you up. 
he ran a hand through his hair. “im not moving for at least 15 minutes the cum has to stay in. 
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kunikuzxshi · 3 years
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I just read some of your sub Shig stuff, and I didn’t know how much I would love the concept until I read yours!
I really like the thought of his crush trying to teach him some manners. Like just pinning him somewhere, not giving him ANY relief unless he says please. Maybe even calls them sir/mistress? And they’ll stop immediately if he insults them or gets too impatient. They’ll taunt him like, “All you’ve gotta do is be nice. That’s it! Then you’ll get whatever you want.” And UGH HE HATES IT but at the same time they’re making him feel incredible.
~ 🌹
I swear I'm starting to convert more of you guys. Y'all have to be looking through my screenshots at this point, thats EXACTLY my type of shit. Like don't get me wrong, whining for Shig's cute and all but its so much better to have a guy that could literally kill you in one hit on his knees. I don't have anything against him being both, but like personally I like my serial killers whiny and needy, and considering I only simp for Shig, he's the biggest victim. I'm also the only dominant one in my friend group, and they act like its a crime to be the one on top
Boutta pull out my private drafts for this, hold up
Minors DNI. Just because I let y'all follow for the sfw stuff doesn't mean you can get away with reading smut <3
If anyone's wondering what they described, I believe its this one
Sub Shigaraki x Dom Fem! reader
One of your hands was wrapped around his throat, just barely applying enough pressure to keep him from breathing properly. His pale skin seemed to glow under the dim light while it only made yours stand out that much more.
He's not even sure how it got to this point.
Your free hand moved to cup his chin, forcing him to look at you before brushing your lips against his briefly, just long enough for him to lean forward to catch yours, inexperienced lips trying to force his tongue into you mouth
You pull away, pulling him onto your lap, his legs straddling your thighs, your eyes scanning his chest down to his legs. He just looked so pretty, his cock already so hard just from a few simple touches.
"You're so goddamn pretty like this, y'know that, don't you? C'mon, just tell me what you want, I'll do it for you if you ask nicely," you start, taking a moment to give him a quick, sloppy kiss, "It's that easy Tomu."
His words were barely recognizable, only the word 'please' being loud enough for you to hear correctly, everything else sounded like a mix of whines and blabbering.
"What's wrong? You're so quiet. It's just us, no need to be so quiet with me." You cooed, moving his hair out of his face, your other hand grabbing at his shirt.
Instead, he just buried his face into your neck, murmuring something seemingly along the lines of 'just do it already, you're taking too long', his words still quiet and once again, barely recognizable.
This time though, instead of asking him to speak up again, you just assume you know what he wants, slowly unbuttoning his jeans, just watching the visible parts of his face turn red. Small whimpers escaping his lips every time your fingertips get just a little to close to his boxers, his breath hitching at the thought alone.
The second he feels your skin against his bare cock, he almost looses it immediately. A single loud, drawn out moan escaping his pretty lips. It's so hard for him to stay quiet once you start moving your hand, instead, he opts for biting your neck in order to muffle his sounds.
Once you speed up your movements though, its a whole different story. He detaches his mouth from your neck, throwing his head back, holding onto your shoulders for support. His legs go weak, and he'd probably fall on his back if you weren't holding him. The amount of noise coming from him is strange considering he won't talk unless he's desperate, and even then he's awfully quiet. Maybe its just the same little mix of moans and pants, but he's just so much louder.
"My little toy likes that, don't you? You're doing so good... just sit still, I'll take care of everything from here, ok?" You say, pressing kisses against his cheek, pulling away only to have his lips smashed against yours.
His hips involuntarily start bucking into your touch, desperate for anything he can get from you, his tongue trying to squirm past your lips. His arms wrap around your back, one hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him. His legs start shaking just a little bit, and his already sloppy kiss getting worse.
When he finally pulls away, there's a string of saliva connecting you two. He just looks at you, his eyes glazed over and hazy. His mouth hangs open, drool spilling down his face as his cock start twitching, just before you pull your hand away.
"Hey! I-I wasn't done yet! Please mistress, just a little longer, please? I didn't do anything wrong..." He whines, his hips thrusting into thin air, the tip of his cock red and swollen.
He almost starts crying, his voice cracking every time he even tries to speak. Even then, anything he can get out ends up as a broken plea, a promise that he'll listen.
The familiar warmth of your skin against his almost makes him cry, your thumb rubbing the tip of his cock, but nothing more. A cracked whine slipping past him, his mouth moving to press desperate kisses against your neck. Anything that he can think of, he'll try.
"If you wait just a little bit, I'm sure I can give you something better, got it baby? Just be patient, you'll get what you want."
He starts biting his lip again in a pathetic attempt to stay quiet, anything that might get you to do what he wants. You gently push him off of you, laying him on his back before sitting in front of him.
You start removing your clothes, leaving your bra and your panties on. He almost jumps at you, his hands instantly moving to your back, trying to unclip your bra. Eventually, when he finally gets it off, he starts grabbing at you. One of his hands moves down to your panties, pulling at the waistband, but not removing them. His other hand starts massaging your soft mound, cherishing the weight of it in his hand.
"Can I..? Is it ok for me to, mistress?" He asks, dipping one finger under the waistband, slightly tugging them down.
You nod your head in approval, watching as he struggles with getting your panties off at first. Instead of letting him go further though, you push him back, touching yourself. He tries to grab your hand to replace it with his own, but you just slap his hand away.
"Why don't you just watch for now? You can do that for me, right Tomura? Surely my little toy can at least give me that much." You say, slipping a finger into your entrance.
He just sits there, not quite sure what to do. His eyes move back and forth between your hand, and your face. Every time he gets close, you just push him back, reminding him that he has to be patient if he wants anything else.
When he's had enough of you, he grabs you and pulls you on his lap. His fingers start trailing down your sides, one of his hands holding you in place. Your protests fall on deaf ears, his thumb already pressing against your clit.
He only stops once your hand once again, wraps around his throat. One good squeeze, and he snaps out of it, immediately pulling his hand away. Pathetic sobs emerge from him, looking down to avoid your gaze.
You start kissing his neck, caressing his cheek. "I told you to wait. You couldn't even give me that much, could you? How sad. Maybe I should go find Dabi, I'm sure he would listen better than you could."
His arms wrap around your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder. Tears start spilling down his face, his voice cracking every other word as he begs you to stay, to give him another chance, he can do better.
You pull his hands off of you, pushing him onto his back, giving him a quick peck. He wraps his legs around your hips, grabbing at whatever he can get his hands on, clinging onto you tightly.
You sit up, crawling over to his chest.
"How about this. If you be a good boy, and actually wait this time, I'll let you have your fun. If you don't, I won't let you do anything." You say, your thumb tracing his collarbone. He nods, staying as still as he can.
You crawl on top of his face, and he pulls you down, his tongue going to work almost instantly. His tongue laps up your juice, taking a quick dip inside of you. Your soft moans only encourage him, his hands moving to grab your thighs as his nose gently nudges against your clit. His thumb starts to work on your clit as his tongue delves inside of you, his grip on you thighs becoming almost bruising.
You try to get up just enough to reposition yourself, only to be pulled back down, his hand moving to your waist. The obscene sounds coming from him mix in with your quiet pants. Your soft praises encouraging him further as you hand grips his hair.
He groans against you, each sloppy lick seems to excite him more than it does for you. His fingers start rolling your clit between them, each noise you make only seems to get covered by his.
You bite your lip, muffling the groans spilling past your lips, though once you reach your limit, it doesn't help one bit. You scream, your grip tightening on his hair as you finish. He doesn't let you up just yet, his tongue licking up everything you have to offer before releasing his hold on your thigh.
You move in front of his cock, spitting on it before giving it a few quick strokes, watching his eyes widen and his mouth open.
"How about you beg? I'm sure a little slut like you would be willing to do that much. My pretty boy just wants to sink his cock into his mistress, don't you?" You tease, running a finger along the length of his cock.
He nods quickly, his eyes shutting tight as his hands grip the bedsheets. You watch his eyes fly open just from the feel of your thighs around his cock. He moves his head up enough to watch you, one of your hands grabbing his shirt as you line up his cock with your slit.
You start sinking onto his cock, biting your lip painfully hard as he starts squirming underneath you, one of his hands moving to grab your hip.
Once you're fully seated on his cock, he starts thrusting his hips up, pathetic whines falling from him. His hold on your hip tightens, trying to hint at what he wants. Soft whimpers emerge from him as drool starts slipping past his lips once more.
One of your hands tangle in his shirt as you start moving, the noise he makes immediately increasing in volume, his eyes trained on nothing but your figure on top of him. His back arches, and his hands turn white from his grip on the bedsheets.
You start increasing your pace, picking up your hips only to slam yourself back down on his cock. His hand moves to your chest, taking one of your breasts into your hand, increasing his grip there instead. Quick I love you's fall from him. You stop, moving his hair out of his face, giving him a quick kiss as he tries to deepen it with no success.
"Do you want me to keep going? If you tell me exactly what you want, I'm sure I'll let you do it." You say, running a hand through his hair.
"I wanna- fuck, I wanna cum inside you! Please! I'm so close, don't you want to be filled up too? Please mistress?" He begs, his eyes starting to water. You can feel his cock twitching in you, and his grip on you increasing.
You pick up your pace again, watching his expression quickly change. He starts panting, squirming underneath you as his fingers dip into your hips, and you're almost certain that there will be bruises there in the morning.
His moans increase in frequency, and he starts getting louder. His legs go weak as his grip loosens again, eyes shut tight as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours before spilling his seed into you.
His panting slows, and his breathing slows again. He pulls his hands off of you, letting you rest on his chest. He nuzzles his face into your neck, peppering kisses along the side of your neck.
You could've sworn you heard him mutter a quiet 'I love you', but he wouldn't admit it anyway.
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thehandsresisthim · 3 years
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Taming Tenko - Part II
Shigaraki Tomura I Shimura Tenko / Female Reader
Part I can be found here
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Contains: sub shig, dom reader, low-key women-hating shig, college au, quirk less au, masturbation, shig nuts on readers scarf, cock stepping, shig humping against readers feet, humiliation, overstimulation, shig and reader are having fun playing pretend lol
Before he can help himself, he's rubbing parts of the scarf along his cock - at first it's strange, but the smell of you is so soothing that he finds himself unable to stop.
Amidst whimpers and moans, Tenko blows his load all over the piece of clothing, ruining it.
"m' sorry, mistress..." he whimpers, still deep in his fantasy.
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"Hi, Shimura. How's it going? I just wanted to quickly ask you about the project - we still do need to finish it. Would you be interested in meeting up with me? We could meet up at your place, just text me your address and a time."
It's the ninth time he has played your message once again - the voice recording, no matter how mundane it's subject, gets him going like nothing else. You're his pretty miss.
The scarf you gave him was now covered in his seed - it had dried in a few places, making it all crusty, but he still couldn't help using it.
It felt so good - he had never felt a woman's touch before, and this was as close as he could get.
After cleaning himself up a little, he answered your request with an adress and a fitting time, afterwards taking a look around his room and promptly starting to clean it. He did not want his mistress to think he was gross - he put clothing into the laundry basket, got rid of old plates with food on them, vacuumed the floor, replaced his bedsheets with new, clean ones and dusted of surfaces. He had to admit, his room hadn't been this clean for a while. Even when he wasn't pretending to be a dirty pervert, keeping clean was important to him when you came over.
A few hours later, the agreed upon time had come - you had answered him in a text - and he was certain he had never been more nervous.
Tenko hears the doorbell, the sound sending a wave of shock through his body. Finally, you were here.
He walks over to the door, breathing heavily, and quickly lets you walk in.
Fuck, you're so pretty, he can't help but think.
'Shit, shit, shit,' he says in his mind, 'I'm already hard.'
"Hi, Shimura. How's it going?" you say as you take of your coat, a different scarf - Tenko almost whimpers in shame as he is reminded of what he did to your other one, where did he put it again? - and your boots.
"I'm... doing good. And you-u are?" he stutters out, distracted with thinking about whether or not his bulge is visible.
"I'm all good. Cmon, Tenko, let's start working already. Where is your room?"
Tenko? When did you start calling him Tenko. Did this mean that you liked him? You're not helping his erection.
"I- it's this way," he blabbers and starts walking towards his room. You follow suit.
You enter, and he can see the way you look around yourself, taking in his space. He wonders what you think, but is too nervous to ask.
"Oh, Tenko, there's my scarf!", you exclaim, and he's sure he just died inside.
Before he can do anything, you've grabbed the thing, and are holding it in your hands, no doubt feeling how damp and crusty it is in places. He wonders if you'd believe him if he told you that he spilled something on it.
Your facial expression conveys how disgusted you feel quite well.
"What happened here, baby boy? Did you seriously dirty my scarf with your disgusting sperm?"
"I-I... Look, I-"
Quickly, you walk over to the door, close it, and lock it.
Next, your hand is buried in his hair before he can dodge it, and you push him down. He whimpers, and he himself can't tell if it's because he is shocked at your sudden harsh treatment or aroused by it - maybe it's both.
He's kneeling now, right beside your legs.
"Are you seriously hard already? Really, Tenko?"
Your foot is stepping on his cock, and he can't help but buck his hips up against you.
"I- I'm, sowry, I-"
You push down on him, and he let's out a raspy moan. It's all happening so quickly, he doesn't know what to do.
"But, you were- so, nice, to me, so why-" he stutters in confusion.
"Oh, Tenko, at first it was genuine. But then I found out just how disgusting you are."
"But how-" he chirps out in stress.
"Stop whining and take your filthy hands of my scarf, you little whore.", you instruct, and he immediately follows your command, putting it onto the bed right next to him.
"It's really not surprising that a disgusting boy like you is turned on by being humiliated. I already guessed you'd be a masochistic bitch, but when I checked the browsing history on your tablet whilst you were in the bathroom at the Café I got confirmation. A gross little nerd like you should know to delete your browser history, hmm?"
"I... I forgot, I-", he tries to explain, but you interrupt him.
"Of course you did. You can only think with your tiny cock, can't you? Take off your pants and underwear, I want to see just how small you are."
Does this mean that you like him? A big part of him jumps in excitement at the thought. You had to, right? Otherwise you wouldn't ask him to expose himself.
He starts untying the band holding up his black sweatpants, and quickly removes his underwear, all whilst still kneeling down, in hopes of not disappointing you.
You immediately stare at his private parts, and he feels his face get red with shame.
"Wow, Tenko, you're even smaller than I expected." you exclaim loudly, and he hates the way his cock twitched at that. Based on your facial expression, you saw the twitch too.
"Aww, look at you!" you say and use your foot to massage his tiny nub.
He starts humping your foot, gasping for air and moaning once again and you chuckle, then suddenly move your foot up with quite a bit of force.
Tenko reacts deliciously - letting out a strangled scream, and says something you hadn't quite expected - "M-mommy!"
You can't hold in your laughter now.
"Seriously, Tenko? I didn't think you'd be this pathetic."
You can see how the shock over his own words kick in.
"I... I didn't mean, I'm not- it's not..."
"Come on, repeat what you said. Babyboy."
You see the glistening amount of pre dripping down his cock, and the repeated twitch of it at the nickname.
You take to massaging his aching cock with your foot once more, and he starts to buck once again. "Come on, Tenko, say it."
"Mommy... Mommy, need my m...mommy. Please." he whimpers.
You smirk and shove one of your hands into his hair, slowly rubbing.
"Don't stop humping, babyboy."
Tenko sighs at the sensation of your socks against the sensitive skin.
He quickly feels an orgasm coming. Should he tell his mommy? He's not sure. You're mean enough to deny him, but he doesn't think you'd appreciate him dirtying your socks, considering your previous reaction to what he did to your scarf. He ultimately decides to tell you.
"Mommy? I'm, going to-,... cum." he says quietly, averting his eyes.
"So quickly?" you ask.
"I'm sorry - I don't want to... disappoint mommy, but, cock is too, sensitive..."
"Well, you can cum - but you better don't stop humping after." you answer his plea.
Tenko whines after comprehending the instruction, knowing that he can't handle overstimulation all that well. But following mommys commands is more important than his comfort, he decides.
After a particularly sensational hump, he quickly covers your feet in his seed. The noises he makes are nothing short of adorable - a high pitched chirp of "mommy!"
"Don't stop now, little Tenko." you remind him, and as he follows the instructions, he is reminded of why he hates overstimulation.
The confusion of having pleasure and pain mixed is simply too much for him, and before he can think, he has his arms wrapped around your waist, grounding himself through the touch.
He sounds absolutely miserable - high whines and gasping moans escape at a high rate.
"Can you cum again, my little boy? If you do, I'll allow you to take a break." you say, your voice still calm. Tenko notices how much he likes how collected you are whilst he's making a mess of himself.
Eager to fulfill your request, he quickly recovers - taking way less time to orgasm again. This time, it's not as pleasurable - the nerves still burning as a consequence of the overstimulation.
But the way you laugh at his pathetic expression is a wonderful reward.
"Onto the bed, you slut." you say, and he just nods in response, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that he just came two times in the span of roughly 7 minutes. He adores you, and the idea for such a scenario - you were always willing to listen to his ideas, and getting grouped up for a project gave it the tint of realism he loved. He felt lucky to be with you.
He quickly gets himself together - as best as he can - and hops onto his clean sheets.
"You're going to eat me out now, maybe you'll actually have something you're good for, let's find out." you demand and take of your pants.
Tenko sighs at the idea of your thighs surrounding his head as he laps up your juices.
"Yes, mommy," he manages to say, though quietly.
Here's part one!
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Heeyyy ~ Anon again! but yeah, exactly like this!!! And I like to think that he starts to think about Natsuo as a REAL Hero, someone who truly tries to help everyone with no judgement... Someone who is also kinda sick of people calling themselves heroes and everything!
And Dabi would be so confused like:
Dabi: That's my fucking brother
Shiggs: what
Dabi: what
Natsuo can be annoying for sure and won't stop annoying Dabi til he gets the number...and maybe after seeing Tomura again, Tomura tries to force him to acknowledge him as leader of a criminal organisation like 'this NPC will be afraid and run away after knowing my name and everything' but all Natsuo sees is a little puppy that barks but not bites
THIS^^
Dabi: So I heard you got a concussion after running into some guy
Shigs: It’s not a big deal, I’m fine
Dabi: And he took you to his apartment. And looked after you.
Shigs: [frustrated] What do you want.
Dabi: ...that’s my brother
Shigs: [head turns so fast he almost gets whiplash] wHAT
He's pretty intrigued after that so he makes excuses to walk by Natsuo's apartment a lot till Natsu sees him lurking outside one day and invites him over to play mario kart (he still can’t believe natsu doesn’t know who he is) 
Shigs: You should know, I’m actually, well, Shigaraki. Shigaraki Tomura.
Natsuo: Oh, right, I never really got your name, did I? I’m Natsuo, but I told you that already.
Shigs: No, I mean-
Natsuo: Anyway, I’ve got Mountain Dew and orange juice, which one do you want?
Shigs:
Shigs: Mountain Dew
and then Natsuo tells him about med school and everything and Shigs is now whipped✨ 
(you try to help people? everyone?? and it isn’t some publicity stunt?? your name isn’t practically paraded on the streets or anything?? is this a true hero?) [insert butterfly meme here]
Soon Shigs starts coming over more and Natsuo's apartment becomes his escape of sorts since Natsuo's not really involved in the league business or hero work his apartment is like a breath of fresh air plus Natsuo’s always happy to have him around💗 
And one day Natsuo ends up going off about Endeavor and hero society and stuff and Shigs is sitting there with stars in his eyes👀✨ after seeing that Natsuo's not as fond of heroes as everyone else he considers telling him who he is exactly
Natsuo: Oh, so you're that Shigaraki. I had this feeling but I wasn't too sure-
Shigs: [how many Shigarakis do you think there are?!] [goes on about the LoV and his quirk and how he can reduce him to a pile of dust if he wants to]
Natsuo: ...Don't take this the wrong way, but I feel like I’m being threatened by a cupcake. Like one that comes with a knife, but also has sparkles, if you know what I mean. 
Shigs: [spontaneously combusting] [not sure whether to be mad or not]
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