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bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love · 3 years

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You should write something about one of shiggys weird kinks 👉👈

⚠️⚠️WARNING SMUT, SEX ,ROUGH SEX, RAPE PLAY, CUM DRINKING, CUM COVERING, DEGRADING⚠️⚠️

I'm sooo sorry this took soooo long. I hope the kinks I picked or OK. @potatoes-is-are-food

Picture color by @legabiru on Twitter

Cum Play

Shigaraki is a perverted man, and now he has a hot little plaything to finally live out all those dirty fantasies he has had in his head for so long. No longer having to fist his cock as he closes his eyes imagining you there taking him however he wanted, using that body of yours in whichever way he felt like. Now that you were his he would make you do all his filthy dreams.

So he wants you to suck him off, no problem right. Or so you think, until he thrusts his huge dripping length down your throat and commences to fuck your face. Your gagging on him as he grins down at you, both his hands holding your head in place as he uses your throat. His hips bucking forward, balls slapping your chin as he grunts in satisfaction.

"Look at you swallowing my cock, your taking all of it, I'm so proud of my little cumslut." One of his hands now rubbing over your windpipe, feeling the bulge from his manhood. "Talk about deep throating. You really are swallowing it arent you, here let me reward you for being such a good pet" he purrs. His hips jerk a few more times before stuttering to a halt as he spasms in your mouth, spurting his thick seed down your throat.

Or depending on his mood he may pull out so he can see your face painted with his arousal. He loves how beautifully obscene you look covered in his cum. Your tits coated with the milky substance. Your ass drenched white with his pearly essence. Sprayed across your stomach after giving your cunt a deep pounding. Honestly he just wants to bathe you in it. Leave you coated in his cum.

Then there are the times he was horny and you weren't around. Don't worry he will save every drop of his juice for you. Pumping himself to release in a cup, easily filling it after just a few times. The man has a lot in him OK. When you arrive back home he pulls you into his lap presenting the luke warm liquid to your lips.

"Drink up bunny, I saved it just for you" he grins wide. You immediately know exactly what it is, the color and consistency give it away. Yes you have swallowed his cum many times but not this much at once. And let's be honest, it doesn't taste good. It's salty and bitter.

Your hesitation causes him to growl, knowing better then to irritate him you drink it down fast, trying to get it over with. He watches you wince with every swallow. He knows you hate the tastes but if anything this gets him off more. But there's so much and the warmth of it makes you want to hurl.

"Such a dirty whore drinking your Masters cum, you love it don't you kitten" his hand around your throat so he can feel every time you swallow, gulping it down. "Thats my good girl" he praises you as you empty the cup. A grimace still on your face, clearly showing your distaste for what he just made you do. Laughing he'll ask "whats the matter bunny not fresh enough, well who's fault is that, you should of been here when my dick needed that slutty hole of yours."

"Dont worry though toy, watching you guzzle my cum got me nice and hard so you can have some fresh from the source" he laughs as he pushes you down, spreading your thighs wide for him. His fat cock spearing you as he thrusts into you.

When he finally climaxes he spurts rope after rope of his hot seed inside you. Pulling out he watches it drool out of your sopping, cum stuffed cunt. Running his fingers over your leaking hole, gathering up the thick milky fluid on his fingers, he presents them to you, instructing you.

"Lick up kitten" your timid tongue traces his digits licking them clean. "Thats my good girl, now clean my cock" looking down at his pale lenght which is still hard and twitching, drenched, and dripping with his seed as well as your own. You gulp looking at it before shyly kneeling before him, your tongue flattens over his pulsing thickness licking long strokes from base to tip lapping up every bit of the tangy bitter substance, you face grimace at the taste. "Whats a matter pet, don't we taste good together, you should be use to it by now," he giggles.

Rape Play.

Shigaraki absolutely loves to hear you beg, your sweet voice pleading with him to stop as you try to get free, it makes his cock throb. The feeling of you struggling beneath him as he pins you to the bed. His eyelids heavy with desire as you ask him to at least be gentle through broken sobs, tears running down your pretty face, leaving trails of mascara behind, while you tell him he's to big, that you can't handle him. That you'll give him anything else just please not this.

Oh but this only encourages him more. His face breaks out in a evil cheshire grin, his eyes blazing with desire. His hand tangles around your throat, chocking you as his vermilion eyes dance with sadistic intent, thinking of how he is going to defile that body of yours. How he is gonna destroy you, mold your pussy to his dick.

"But this is what I want, for you to be my perfect toy, I'm gonna wreck this pussy of yours, make it my own personal fleslight." He growls.

Then when he thrusts his thick lenght inside you, your screams are so beautiful, you sound so broken as your warm sex clamps down on him, unprepared for his size, but he doesn't care he prefers it that way.

Hes lost in how extremely tight you are. It's almost to much to him, almost. He's never felt anything so good before. You are so warm and snug your pleas of no echo in his ears as he pounds into you, your body trembling under him from the force and size of his thick cock.

"Cry for me, tell me how much it hurts" he grunts in command. "Please Tomura, stop, it hurts, I can't, your to big". His manhood pulses at hearing you, his speed increases, hips slap against you. "That's right take it all" he tells you.

Say my name, let everyone know who's fucking you, tell them who's whore you are" he growls. "Yours Shigarki, I belong to you" you cry out. He places your legs over his shoulder, in a mating press, allowing him to go even deeper. His length is balls deep inside your aching cunt. Your walls constricting all around his twitching manhood squeezing him so very tight. Your streched so wide around him and he's going so deep. Your ability to speak is taken from you by how hard he's pounding into you.

"You look so beautiful when you cry for me. Your pussy is clenching me, it wants my cock. Once he's done he'll pull you close, petting your head while telling you how much he loves you. That you were such a good little actress he actually felt he was really raping you. Then he would help you clean up by running a hot bath for you and washing you clean. He'd cuddle you extra close on these night which become more frequent.

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#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki

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get-shiggy-with-it · 3 years

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Ch. 4

18 + Minors DNI Please Check Rules Before You Follow

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader (brief reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut, allusion to nausea (once), brief sacrilegious language (dabi), mentions of alcohol (dabi), mentions of smoking (dabi), dabi is just a whole warning of his own, gender neutral pronouns for reader, fem cause they're called a woman as an insult, Shiggy is an asshole, grinding, degradation,

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which a project is completed and a new one begins

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged)

Your project was almost complete.

In some ways, it sort of felt like the end of an era. To Tomura, who was a creature of habit by nature, it was doubly strange to imagine no longer spending hours a few days each week locked away in your little study room with you bugging him to teach you simple html and him not-so-discreetly sniffing your hair.

He still hadn’t asked you out or whatever he’d been trying to do, much to Dabi’s chagrin. And because of this, Tomura was consistently plagued with the feeling of time running out.

You were supposed to meet today for probably the last time seeing as the presentation was coming up at the end of the week. He knew it was now or never at this point. If he didn’t fucking say something now, he never would and then he’d have to live with the same his roommate wouldn’t let him live down.

So instead of heading directly to the library after class, Tomura took the old route back to his apartment and shot you a quick text—praying to the fucking boner gods, as Dabi called them, that you’d take the bait.

would you mind putting the finish touches on shit at my place?—

there’s some parts i gotta do from my desktop—

That wasn’t completely a lie. It was nicer working from his pc setup, but before he wouldn’t have let you come anywhere fucking near there. Not until he’d finally accepted that you’d wormed your way into his brain somehow and he couldn’t live another day not knowing what your tongue tasted like.

bitch (endearing):

—no problem

—what’s your address?

Tomura’s heart fucking pounded mercilessly against the bony prison of his ribs. It wasn’t like he was a stranger to some good old fashioned anxiety, but he’d never felt a strange stirring in his stomach quite like this. Like he might puke, but in a good way.

He quickly sent back his street and apartment number, and waited on the corner until you texted back that you’d be there in an hour before he rushed inside.

“What the hell are you doing, creep?!” Dabi snapped at him when he burst through the door and yeeted his backpack onto the kitchen table.

Tomura didn’t answer, just made a beeline for the bathroom and slammed the door. He doused himself in record time, unbothered by the hot water causing red, patchy flare ups to bloom over his skin. He was almost disgusted with himself for putting in this much effort for someone like you. Someone being definitely kind of a slut if the way you dressed was a good indicator. But he just kept thinking about the way your hair or skin smelled so goddamn good when you leaned in close and he wanted you to be obsessed with him in the same way. Wanted you to want to bury your face in his neck and breath him in.

When he stumbled out into the hall moments later, towel drying his hair roughly, Dabi was taking a shot over the sink.

He looked at Tomura like hell had frozen over.

“Two showers in like a month?” he mused, sucking his teeth as the alcohol slid down his throat. “What’s the occasion? The fucking, second coming of Christ?”

“Well the bitch is coming over so…”

“Oh, that is a fucking miracle,” Dabi whistled and knocked back a second shot.

Tomura glared, stepping into his room and tossing his towel aside to tug on his nicest pair of black joggers and t-shirt that gapped a bit at the front, showing off a large expanse of his chest. It made him a bit nervous even just looking at his reflection but you definitely stared the few times he’d taken off his hoodie while you were working, so the risk seemed worth the reward.

“Yeah, well you’re gonna have to piss off for the night,” Tomura shouted into the kitchen as Dabi sauntered over to lean against his doorframe.

“You know, I conveniently do have a dick appointment with my own bitch, but now I don’t want to go.”

His tone was teasing, eyes hooded and clearly enjoying how flustered Tomura was already before you’d even gotten here. Tomura moved to snatch another pillow and do battle but Dabi raised his hands up quickly in defeat.

“Oh no, no, I just fucking did my hair for this Keigo asshole you are not gonna ruin it with that petty shit,” he shot back and disappeared somewhere into his own room. “I’ll be out of your greasy ass hair don’t worry.”

Tomura seethed and bit back of reply of his hair for once not being greasy as hell, but the multiple cum stains—both his and his nasty fucking roommates—marring the comforter caught his eye.

“Ugh,” he mumbled and balled the whole thing up, shoving it under the bed and spreading out one of his merch blankets from that manga you both liked.

Hopefully you wouldn’t think that was too cringey, but he had definitely seen your room plastered with merch in the background of your social media profiles which he totally did not stalk at all and maybe jerk off to on occasion.

The rest of his room was quickly cleared by a combination of shoving random crap into his closet and filling up their recycling bin to the brim with empty energy drink cans. He tackled the kitchen next which wasn’t as hard as he’d expected. Neither he nor Dabi cooked all that frequently, so the dishes weren’t an issue and the vague, lingering smell of whatever the fuck Dabi had been smoking early was cleared out a bit by leaving the balcony door ajar.

He checked the time on his phone obsessively, about ready to pound on Dabi’s door and throw him out on the step when the man in question emerged on his own—black platform boots donned with his ass hugging ripped jeans and a loose tank top.

He had on fucking eyeliner.

God and he thought Tomura was being desperate.

“What? Wishing you’d locked this down first?” Dabi sneered, grabbing his jacket from the rack and shoulder checking Tomura on his way to the door.

“I—” he stammered for a second, bristling as Dabi towered over him a bit in those fucking boots. “No, asshole, just leave before they get here.”

But at the exact moment that Dabi rolled his eyes and flung open the door, Tomura’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Looking up in mingled horror and embarrassment, he watched the door hit the wall and reveal you, a little more casually dressed than usual looking stunned as Dabi grinned down at you with pierced lips.

“Hi, I’m-” you started but Tomura’s live-in nightmare cut you off.

“Oh I know who you are, dollface,” Dabi wiggled his fucking eyebrows at you, clearly playing up the dramatics as much as possible to a degree even Tomura didn’t think he could pull off. “Name’s Dabi—”

“Uh, yeah and he was just leaving,” Tomura hissed and placed his shoulder firmly in the center of his roommate’s back, launching him onto the welcome mat as you side-stepped through the door.

“Yeah, see ya later creep,” he fucking winked as the door slammed shut in his face.

Tomura’s cheeks burned in the following silence which was only broken by your quiet chuckle. He noticed you did that a lot. Laughed at things without even thinking about whether it would sound weird.

“He seems like a lot,” you mumbled and glanced around at the living room/kitchen/foyer of his tiny apartment.

“Yeah…”

He thought he might feel the same sort of disturbance he usually did when Dabi brought his dates home but you seemed to fit easily into the space, unobtrusive but bright against the dingy walls.

“So, should we get to it?” you asked with a wry smile, spinning to face him and silhouetted by the sun set filtering in past the balcony.

He may not have felt the usual discomfort of intruders in his space, but his hands shook where he clutched at his thighs nonetheless. And just like always, if you noticed the bunched up fabric and the not so slight tremor in his bony arms, you didn’t say a thing about it.

You looked so good propped up on his bed, back against the wall and legs dangling off the sides as the now strangely comforting sound of your furious typing filled his room. It had been a few hours now, and Dabi had been true to his word, seemingly gone until tomorrow morning. The room was illuminated only by your screens and his small desk lamp that lit up your legs like a stage spot light.

His mind fogged over more than once with the fantasy of laying in between them.

“I just shared the final bit of script,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

The notification pinged at the top of his screen and he hummed in acknowledgement, plugging in your last pieces of text and saving the program.

And just like that.

It was over.

“I think we’re done,” Tomura whispered.

He didn’t really mean to say it so softly, but it felt strange to talk at full volume so he rasped out the words, knowing you wouldn’t care how shitty his voice sounded.

There was a creak and soft footsteps behind him as you shuffled off the bed and over to his desk. Your hands rested way too close to his shoulders than necessary while you leaned over his chair to look at the finished product.

It was still a little rough around the edges but Tomura found himself feeling a swell of satisfaction now that it was complete. All things considered, you’d come up with a pretty damn good concept and he liked knowing he played a role in helping it come to fruition.

The piece you picked was weird as shit. Some political satire about eating babies, lots of juxtaposition about the private life versus the public self and some bullshit rants on the nature of humanity blah blah blah.

It actually reminded him of you a little bit, now that he thought about it as he took advantage of you position to stare intently at your eyes scanning the screen. Not the eating babies thing, but the whole private self stuff.

In the half semester he’d spent locked away with you in quiet rooms and noisy, dimly lit basements, he could see such a stark contrast between the you he’d known from class all those weeks ago and the you currently sighing in relief over his shoulder.

Softer, more real—not so Stacy, bimbo, pick me slut like he’d always imagined you to be.

“Damn, we did it my guy,” you nodded, clearly impressed with yourself and him as well, which had Tomura’s chest puffing out just a bit under the attention. “I could fucking kiss you, I thought we’d never get it done.”

You turned to him, eyes closed in a half laugh but Tomura was so far from laughing. Cause you were really, really fucking close and he could smell you again and you’d been chewing that fucking gum cause it was hot on your breath. He knew, he really did, that you were kidding, that this was just a thing people said when they were relieved but he couldn’t help the weird, deer in the headlights stare that his face froze in.

Blinking, you raised your eyebrows at him questioningly when he didn’t make some crude comment about your chest brushing against his arm or shrug you off like he might have before.

And then you got this knowing, little mischievous look that reminds him far too much of Dabi for a split second before you pressed your face just an inch closer.

His eyes flicked down instinctively to your lips and his face burned when realized there was no way you didn’t see how he looked at you. Shockingly, despite the churning in his gut and the shaking in his legs, Tomura leaned forward just a bit too, working up enough scant courage to maybe close the gap. But then you started laughing?

It bubbled up quietly in your chest, more of a giggle than anything else.

You were laughing and shaking your head and his stomach fucking dropped to the ground and his face was on fire cause you were laughing and that meant he’d been fucking played like a goddamn fiddle but—

But then you gave him this faint smile and you weren't laughing anymore, because you were kissing him.

You were fucking kissing him.

Which, while yes he had set out to have this be the end goal of the night, he hadn’t actually believed it would ever happen. He’d never felt it in his bones like he thought he was supposed to.

And holy shit your lips were so soft??

So soft and smooth with no cool, sharp metal poking or pulling at the splits on his. It was like fucking crack, or what he imagined crack might be like with the way your mouth just glided against his. It was so easy to follow you, which was good cause he didn’t have a goddamn clue what he was doing for the most part. But you made it feel simple, and you even ran your tongue over the little scar that bisected his lips in this painfully adorable way that had Tomura pitching a tent in his pants like lightning.

God and when you pulled back and just enough to look at him again:

It was like every one of those cutesy, shojo manga suddenly made sense. The panels where the main characters look at each other and flowers bloom off the fucking page while they stare with those dark, hungry eyes—

Yeah.

Yeah he got it now.

And he was gonna ride that wave while he had it. So Tomura steeled himself and surged forward, grabbing both your arms and smashing his face much less gracefully against yours. He stood and you straightened with him, that same half giggle slipping out in the gaps where your lips parted on his as he clacked your teeth together and pulled back at the jarring sting.

“Eager are we?” you had that stupid smile on your face again but he honestly didn’t care anymore if it was an act or if your face really just looked like that with no fucking ulterior motive.

“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to catch your lips again and you mercifully let him.

Tomura nearly fucking came in his pants when you licked into his mouth and oh fucking god he really could taste the gum and that loud ass shit you were always drinking. Dabi was right, this was a fucking miracle.

Did other people always taste this good or was it just you?

He responded enthusiastically to say the least, sucking your tongue into his mouth and letting out a choked little noise when you prodded the back of his teeth. The movement of your legs, pulling him back towards the bed went mostly unnoticed until he felt himself tipping forward, landing with a thump on top of you as you both tumbled onto his mattress.

Tomura’s lips wondered boldly down your throat, smelling the soap or lotion or whatever the hell made you so fucking baby smooth compared to him and he actually growled into your nape when you laughed again.

“God, what the fuck is so funny?” he sounded muffled from where he was tonguing at the fleshy joining of your neck and shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry,” you pressed your lips against the peeling crown of his head and that alone made up for the interruption, “I’m just basking in the glory of being right.”

“About?” Tomura nipped at your skin once before lifting his chin to rest on your sternum.

“I just always thought you were sorta into me, but it was hard to tell cause you’re so quiet about that kinda thing.”

“....oh,” he didn’t really have an argument for that so he didn’t try to fight you.

“Did you think I didn’t notice all the convenient excuses to touch me or like the fact that you’re mean as shit to everyone else but me?" you asked not unkindly as you stroked a hand through his hair, frizzy from being left to air dry. “I also got the vibes you thought I was a slut anyway and it wasn’t super clear if that was a turn on or not.”

He cringed a bit at the blatant way you acknowledged all ruder inner monologues about your character.

“Well, I did a bit initially,” Tomura glanced off to the side, suddenly finding the chipping paint much more fascinating. God he really wanted to get back to the good stuff. “But I don’t now…”

“Oh no,” you cupped his face, running a thumb against the cracked skin on his cheeks and didn’t cringe when the drying skin flaked onto your shirt, “that was a pretty astute assumption.”

“Uh, what?”

He felt his draw drop and you dipped your thumb past his front row of teeth, toying with the pooling saliva.

“All the better for you though,” you continued dragging his chest against yours so he could feel your nipples through his shirt, “cause that just means I know how to show you a good time, and I get the feeling you’ve never had that happen before.”

You punctuated your words with roll of your hips against the fucking iron rod in his pants. The noise that left Tomura was inhuman.

He thought back to the day you got partnered with him. How he thought it would be a fucking nightmare and Tomura wanted to let the record show that he officially retracted that statement. This was in no uncertain terms, actually a wet dream come true and he was sure Dabi would never fucking believe him unless he walked through the door right now.

“That works,” he stuttered around the finger in his mouth and you reared up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Your lips found his again and he hummed in approval only cut off as you rolled so he was laying back and looking up. When you pulled back, he shivered at the way you raked your nails over his chest.

“So, you gonna tell me how much of a disgusting whore you think I am?”

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura imagine #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #dabi #bnha fanfiction #bee.writes

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monst · 4 years

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I'm a simple basic bitch, pls do something with shiggy 💖💖💖

Oooooo you should not have given me this level of artistic freedom 🥴👻

Enjoy these random hc's ^.^ That face at the end of freedom should be warning enough :p

Ghost Shiggy crack 😅

You placed your hands on your hips, looking around a please smile on your lips. You had recently bought the place, a nice traditional home near a a lazy river. To your delight there weren't any immediate neighbors. In other words it was perfect for you. You now had all the time and peace in the world to recuperate.

Life in your new home was relatively quaint. You'd walk around and enjoy the sights of the rolling hills, you'd enjoy a nice cup of tea every so often. Your mood was at an all time high. You were living the dream~

If there was one issue you had with the home would be the settling. You knew an old home like this would make noise but sometimes you really needed that quite time to fall asleep. And the creaks and moans of the wood weren't really helpful. Which is why you bought earplugs.

The entity in your home wasn't pleased with your invasion. You cleaned out clutter and opened shudders allowing light into the place.... He wasn't too fond of that. Then you had the audacity to thrash his previous possessions. Sure he didn't expect you to care for weird hand sculptures but you could have at least sold them >:(

Not only that but you walked around like you owned the place. Usually he wouldn't have given a shit. He would have given you a half-hearted spook and continued to hiver over your shoulder to watch whatever you were streaming on any given day. But you fucked up. You yourself nailed your own coffin.

He was pissed, the entity was seething with unbridled anger. Why? You talked shit on his favorite game. That warranted death. Or at least a scare... Sadly you weren't pissing yourself in fright. You had waved off all weird occurrences and his bumps in the night yielded no results save for you buying earplugs...

This entity was eager on teaching you a lesson but he didn't know how to go about it. It was taxing on his non-corporal form to touch physical objects. It was when you were bathing that he had finally realized what he should do.

He wasn't shy on watching you bathe, nor did he avert his eyes when you were nude and.... Pleasing yourself. In fact he enjoyed those moments. And it was your psychical form that motivated his next plan of attack.

He waited till you were asleep, glad that touching you was less draining than moving lamps.. His nails scratched down your thighs... And then he paused. "What else?" He mumbled trying to recall all manners of horror movies he had seen while alive. He looked you over cold fingers insuring your soft flesh as he looked on what to do.

...He didn't want you to leave so he opted out of making you bleed or writing dumb shit like 'get out' on the walls. It was then that he knew what he had to do. Using your fingers he unlocked your phone and deleted all your apps save for his favorite mobile game. A satisfied smirk crossed his chapped lips and he pulled back eagerly waiting for you to wake.

You sighed. This was the fifth time you've awoken to all your apps gone. You glared at the chilly space in front of you. You grumbled in frustration re-downloading your apps. It hadn't taken you long to figure out that there was someone...something? Else here. It wasn't entirely malicious but it was an annoying little shit.

As if deleting your apps wasn't enough he'd hide things from you, the remote, toilet paper, towels and once your phone. After a while you decided to confront the being. "Alright you little demon, where the fuck did you hide the chocolate." You shouted. "I ate them." ".....how the fuck is that even possible." You screeched. Anger for your eaten treats overweighed the fear of a phantom speaking to you. It was then that you saw him.

"heh you look like you've seen a ghost."....All fear for the crusty phantom was immediately abolished. You rolled your eyes..... Your expression changed a couple of times as you processed the thought of the young man in front of you. "Y-you saw me naked?!?!" "No shit." "Ughhh fine whatever what do you want." You hissed. "What do I have to do so that you can move on and leave me alone." ".....Take back what you said about the game.."

You did. And the ghost soon passed into the next li- Yeah no he lied. Your peaceful traditional home was haunted....by a neet ghost who 'lived' to bother you. Yay...

#Ghost Shigaraki #Bnha crack #A bitch finna die of boredom! Send help!

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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Can I have a Demon Shigaraki x treader with the NSFW prompt number 9? Idk I'm just feeling the need for shiggy. 😂😏

Got the message bb!

Monster Prompts #5NSFW. “Im filling you with my eggs.” With Demon Shigaraki!!!

Warnings. Non C. Impreg. Eggs

Cracked

Shigaraki was growing agitated with the new season approaching . Flowers, warm air , mating. It was his mating season but he had no mate. He was a demon with long blue ish white wings that fell down his bloody back , his horns stood straight up curling back at the tips, his hair was down to his shoulders and almost covered his eyes. His arms and legs were blue ish white with scales and his flhands and feet were long clawsthat curled at the tips. His lap was feathery and his torso was bare and blue skinned. He looked over at Kurogiri with dark red eyes talking deep. “Find me one”

And he did. Kurogiri searched high and low for a suitable mate for his leader. Town after town, internet searches, city after city. Shigaraki did not care who they were but Kurogiri did. He wanted to make sure they were capable of carrying his Leaders offspring to ensure his satisfaction.

He came across you at a flower shop on his way back to the hideout. You were so happy,a gentle voice, caring attitude . You treated the flowers like they were your own children. So he snatched you up. “I am sorry about this.” He said jumping through a warp gate with you in his arms .

•

The gate opened and you fell through landing on a colf floor in a dark room. The gate closing behind you. You couldint see anything, just a faint computor screen in the center of the room and clicking. You stood to your feet and saw shadows of horns making you step back and trip over what felt like clothes . You stumbled to your knees whining and the clicking stopped. Shigaraki sniffed the air and a smile crept all the way up his face. He would have to thank Kurogiri later on.

He rose from his chair, his shadow growing huge against the computor screen. You scrambled back over more clothes, games, controllers into the wall watching him stalk over to you. His bright white teeth telling you he was smiling and telling you that this was no human .

He stood over you breathing heavy, drool slipping out of his mouth onto your head . He took in one more long whiff off you and dropped down to his knees pinning you against the wall. His touch was very very cold , sending shivers everywhere on your body . Slowly he ran his claws down hooking a finger into your shirt . He growled ripping the shirt off and you screamed pushing on him thinking it would make him stop. Instead he bit your neck. Hard.

The pain was unlike anything you had ever felt. Like a splitting finger nail right up to a hangnail. You screamed and cried till nothing came out anymore . Shigaraki let go pushing you onto your back and ripping off the rest of your clothes so he could toy with you for a moment.

You held your bleeding neck trembling trying to keep your legs closed but he just swatted one right into the wall breaking your ankle. You screamed again and Shigaraki poked your ankle a few times groaning and rolling his eyes. He put your ankle back in place and your whole body jerked and you fell limp, twitching.

Shigaraki got ontop of you rubbing himself along your raw pussy . He snarled grabbing your hand putting it on your clit.

“Get ready for me.”

“I-“

He went to bite you again and you flinched rubbing your clit in little circles. He looked back down to listen and watch . What a cute little clit he thought. His tongue fell out of his mouth and licked at your fingers slipping between them. You bucked your hips crying out at the sudden feeling.

“Please.. i .. why me..what are you”

“A demon.” He licked your trembling neck over his bite mark. “Its my mating season.” He rubbed his cock on your folds feeling some wetness. “More.”

You whimpered parting your thighs to rub more fast in rapid motions, your breath picking up now. A demon.. he was going to..

“ why.. i..”

“Shut up.”

He swatted your hand hand away and rubbed his cock on you again. Once he was satisfied he shived himself all the way inside you groaning out loud. Your body jerked and your pussy ached trying to accomidate him. His dick was freezing but the head was burning hot , poking at your womb demanding entrance.

You held onto him and he pushed you back leaning over you thrusting very hard. Watching your chest bounce rapidly with each thrust . Enjoying your whimpers and cries for him to stop.

He leaned down to lick up your tears . “Im filling you with my eggs. Theres no one here who can save you. Your stuck here, to live as a incubator for me.”

His words terrified you. Could you lay eggs?!? Was that possible? His thrust got faster and a little sloppy, his breath picked up and he pushed all the way inside you . Suddenly you felt it, eggs, actuall eggs being laid inside your warm welcoming womb.

Shot after shot , you felt each one hit you. You lost track around 6 or 7 but it just kept coming .

Shigaraki sat up pulling out of you to look down at your aching pussy. “Good, they are staying in there.” He got up returning to his computor and you curled up rubbing your aching stomach .

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My OCs

Okay okay so these are my OCs, I’m sorry if their names aren’t really Japanese I googled most of their names back when I started creating them. I hope you enjoy them and well let's get started. I didn’t include Sky aka Shirakumos daughter even though technically she is one of my OCs, I felt that since I have introduced her in my fics *by name* I’ll leave her a rather blank slate for yall *I can describe her as well if yall want that though*. Hope you like them and yes some of the quirks were inspired by Avatar. Love ya💖💖💖

Kenushima Akane

Akane is in her mid 20s, her birthday is on 30th of December making her a Capricorn and is part of our favorite villain group, the LoV. She was the eldest child of two pro heroes who married because it would satisfy the media and boost their careers. She had two younger siblings, the twins Annya and Arakan. She is around 5’7 (170cm) with fairly long auburn hair which are always braided so they don’t get in her way, amber eyes and a burn mark on her right shoulder from a small scuffle with our favorite fire user. Her hair and eyes become a dark red when she uses her quirk making her even more menacing. She wears a black mask over her eyes, keeping that way her identity a secret and a rather tight uniform consisting of black leather overall-shorts matched with a black-red plaid shirt and thigh highs with black military boots. Her weapon of choice is anything you can swing. Her quirk is a powerful blood bending type which she inherited from her mothers’ side. She can control the blood in someones’ system to the point of a heart attack or a stroke. Once the blood is out of the persons’ system she can still wield it, sharpening it into a blade like shape and cut through both flesh and bone, the new blood adding to the power of her makeshift blade. Her limits begin when she gets a nose bleed followed by either her eyes or ears starting to bleed as well; the final stage is giving herself a heart attack but she has never reached that point thankfully. It’s a self-destructive quirk since she pushes her body’s boundaries everytime she activates it, making her vulnerable to diseases after a particularly hard fight. She is a master of many forms of martial arts, kicking anyone's ass without even having to use her quirk. Her family is wreck *lmao*. Since her parents married out of convenience the kids were results of moments of weakness between the two adults. Her household wasn’t very affectionate, partnered with her fathers’ constant absence and negligence and her mothers overly obsessive quirk demands, her relationships soon turned abusive. Excessive training and brutal punishments were her mothers’ tactics to ensure a picture perfect quirk state which she could boast about in the media. Her father was a decent figure during the sparse moments when he was actually in the house. He treated his kids with some trace of humanity and not like objects but he too didn’t really care. Everything went downhill when rumours of affairs surfaced and her mother lost her senses, killing their father on the kitchen floor before getting to the children. Akane tried to protect her siblings but was easily tossed aside by her mother and she doesn’t remember what actually happened that night. The only thing she knows for sure is that she was now an orphan and one sibling short, losing both her home and her brother that night. She didn’t stay in foster care for long since she dipped, joining a group of castaways called the Deck. Due to her quirk she was named the Queen of Hearts and became one of the most feared and powerful villains in Japan. Soon she joined the LoV after Shiggy approached her, officially meeting Dabi *who is her s/o btw lol*. She’s still close with her little sister Annya and owns a bookstore so she won’t have to steal. She has morals *shocker*, killing only those who have comitted crimes varying from abuse to murder or fraud. She is against useless killing and would prefer to clear the streets from scum rather than litter it with herself. She’s kinda like an anti-hero. She joined the LoV so she could have easier access to the insights of the hero industry and slowly help take out those hero frauds. She likes cooking Mexican food, her favorite animal is the fox and she is deathly afraid of spiders to the point she once burned her table using a lighter and hairspray because she had seen a spider on it. All in all she is a lovely person *I think*.

Kenushima Annya

Annya is 15 and part of class 1-A, her birthday is on the 3rd of January *like me heh* making her a Capricorn. She is the youngest of a twin set and has an older sister, while her parents were pros. She is around 5’7 (170cm) with shoulder length dark brown hair, amber eyes and faint lightning like scars scaling down both of her arms. Dark lavender streaks appear in her hair when she over uses her quirk and her scars shine the same color many times pulsating along with the surges of her blasts. Her uniform consists of a tight black crop top with azure and magenta details alongside black pants, black boots which are specially designed to give her extreme jumping power helping her also levitate for a short period so she can unleash her attacks and lastly gloves that cover almost all of her scars *also black with the same patterns as the top*. Has basic combat skills but she mostly prefers to rely on her quirk. Speaking of her quirk, she has a combo of a water and a lightning quirk making her able to easily electrocute others without short circuiting like Kami. She can control any form of water, making her easily overpowered in seaside missions but she can also control any liquid which has some water in it. However she cannot create water from thin air, like Shoto can make ice, and she can’t freeze it. Much like her sister she uses water mostly as a whip or a blade. Lightning is used mainly as one of her ultimate moves since she doesn’t have full control over it and it tends to hurt her scars when she does use it. She can let the purple strings of light course through her and hit her target with incredible force making her excellent for range attacks. Just like her sister she reaches her limits when her nose starts to bleed and she can pass out from dehydration due to her quirk using up some of the water inside of her body with each attack. Now for her family life. She was a late bloomer and that was unacceptable according to her mother. She didn’t showcase signs of having a quirk until the age of 9 when her mother attacked her and her siblings. In a fit of rage and despair her mother tried killing her for ruining the familys’ image with her quirklessness. Her twin brother tried to save her from her mother *just like Akane did* only to be tossed aside as well, hitting the back of his head on a nearby table. Seeing both of her siblings on the ground *and almost being choked to death by her abuser* Annya activated her quirk, losing complete control over her powers resulting in her scars and the death of her mother. Arakan was pronounced dead on arrival leaving the two girls the only surviving members of the Kenushima family. After Akane’s disappearance, Annya was moved from home to home for about a year before being adopted by a couple and living as much of a normal life as she could. Her mental health isn’t the best as one can imagine, suffering from PTSD from the incident and having self hating tendencies. Becoming a hero is her way of proving to herself that she’s not a monster and that she can indeed help others. In class 1-A she tends to hang out with the Dekusquad and two other girls who I’ll introduce down the line. Her hero name is Electra and her s/o is Shoto *lol siblings are dating siblings tf*. She likes Autumn and Winter, loves going ice skating, has many plants in her room and loves watching horror movies with her friends.

Aizawa Kaiya

Kaiya is 15 and part of class 1-A despite her father being the homeroom teacher. Her birthday is on the 19th of June making her a Gemini. She sports the legendary jet black hair, her hair is also pretty long so she always has to braid it or put it up in a ponytail and she has egirl bangs *I don’t know how else to describe them*. Her eyes are a striking azure and she has dyed the tips of her hair the same color. Ya girl is shorter than the Kenushimas, barely reaching 5’2 (160cm). Her hero costume consists of black cargo pants with multiple pockets, a black turtleneck and chest straps(?) around her waist and collarbone finishing the look with black military boots. Sometimes she might wear a gas mask which helps her control her breathing. Now for her quirk. It’s some type of psychic power, she can hear people’s thoughts making it easy for her to know what they are about to do, giving her the upper hand almost every time, but she can aslo channel her own and others thoughts and make dark shards out of them. These shards can be thrown with amazing speed or create a protective wall in front and above her. Her quirk ,though drains her very easily, making it hard to breath and walk in a straight line. She gets light headed while the voices inside her head get overly loud. Through practice she can push her boundaries and use more of her quirks’ power. Lastly in order for her to hear your thoughts she needs to see you. Once she sees you for even a quarter of a second, she can see into your head even long after you have left her line of sight. Her family life is very calm compared to the Kenushimas. She is the daughter of Aizawa’s sister who vanished when Kaiya was five. Having no one else to care for her since her real father wasn’t in the picture, Aizawa took his niece in and raised her as his own. She was too little to remember her mother and for years she believed that Shouta was her actual dad but Dadzawa did tell her the truth. Nothing really changed, she still calls him dad and they have a lovely father-daughter relationship. She loves Eri and loves being her older sister, playing with her, doing her hair and taking her to the dorms to meet her friends. She has a pet cat named Majesty who she uses to bribe Aizawa to buy snacks. She likes rainy days, beating Shinsou’s ass during training, being pinned by Shinsou while training, Halloween, cats and fluffy blankets. She is friends with mostly Annya, Shinsou and Sky but she doesn’t mind hanging out with the Deku or the Baku squads. Her hero name is Calypso. Her s/o is Shinsou much to Aizawa’s dismay. He is salty because this happened right under his nose, Dadzawa was too busy looking out for the 1-A boys that he completely ignored his trainee pinning his daughter down during training *he is really glad that she likes Shinsou bc he knows that he is a good kid*.

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