He's Perfect

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Tw: mdni!!!!, kinda religious imagery I guess, PLF!tomura (calling him king and Shigaraki-sama), f!reader, makes you squirt for the first time, overstim, creampie, drabble

Devotion.

That's what it is.

When you lay beneath your king, it is a form of worship. It is loyalty.

Tomura kisses your temple and hums against your neck. Nothing feels quite like your snug walls sucking him in. The warmth, the closeness and trust.

His hands roam your body, grope at your tits and hips. He could kill you and you'd thank him. He loves that. He loves that you're not scared. He could do nothing wrong in your big doting eyes. To you, he is a savior. Usually, you look up at him but today your eyebrows are pinched and those beautiful eyes squeezed shut.

"Tomura."

He nearly misses it, his eyes widen and his lips part. You don't see his confusion too preoccupied with feeling his cock drag against your sensitive spot.

"Tomura. Tomura!"

You never called him that before. Gosh, you must be really losing it. It was always Shigaraki-sama like there is some professionalism remaining between you and him when he sees you entirely unfiltered like this nearly every night.

"Tomura," you whine and your back arches off the mattress, your nails leaving red lines down his arms. Every drag of his thick length lands right against your g spot. Not a single thrust misses today. You can't handle it. Your mind is melting.

"Am I hitting the spot?" He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. It is so contrasting.

You nod and sob. "Too much. S'too much. Gonna squirt– m'gonna squirt if you don't stop–"

Tomura's eyes gleam. "Why would I stop?" He whispers against your ear, kissing the shell of it and making you squirm. His hips slow, but only to pound with more precision, to pound harder into your special spot. You cry out.

"No, no, please." You heave. Your breaths become desperate gasps, your hands try to find something to steady with. "It'll make such a mess– I'll make such a mess, my king. Stop."

Tomura groans. You are so unbelievably adorable. He takes your hands, locks your fingers together and pins them down. He kisses you again even softer.

"I don't care about messy," he chuckles. "I order you."

You moan and tear your eyes open, searching for crystal clear confirmation in his. He kisses your lips, then your nose.

"Make a mess for your king, pretty."

And if he orders you, you really have no say. You do what Shigaraki-sama tells you to do. Gladly and with love. It's the only salvation you know. To serve him is to be blessed, to find meaning. You atone. And you sin. You are forgiven. All at once.

You breathe shakily, lips quivering. You want to pull him closer but he has other plans and kneels back to better see where your bodies are joint.

You babble and whimper. Clench around him and Tomura's senses are sharp like never before. You are squirming, ripping at the sheets and shaking your head from one side to the other. Your body is trying to fight it while also losing all and every control.

And then, all your devotion becomes tangible as it spills from you in the form of a warm, clear liquid. It is not quite like in porn, spraying all over - though he is sure you could do that too. It flows like an abundant stream; your love and devotion visualized and Tomura bathes his throbbing cock in it.

"Shit–" he pushes back in, your gummy walls now tighter than before. "Do it again." He says and flips you over. You hold onto his neck for dear life. He thrusts up into you and it only takes a few times for the fountain to spring again.

"Fuck," Tomura moans and leans back, losing himself in the feeling of the warm liquid running down his thighs. It is so hot, so much. The smell is sickly sweet. "Holy shit." He pants. "One more, cmon."

You wince and shake your head, you can hardly breathe. "Can't Can't Can't."

"Please," he pouts and kisses you tenderly again, travels pecks down the curve of your neck and shoulders. "Please, baby. Just one more."

He thrusts up, angling you in the right position. Your mouth is opened, your head thrown back but you make no sounds. You are rendered incapable to even hold yourself upright.

Tomura pounds up into your swollen hole until you cry out desperately. You claw at him, feeble, you are so weak, so spend.

"There you go, heh," he husks. "Make a mess." And you do. For your king. "Fucking hell."

Tomura finds it mind-boggling himself. The feeling of the heated liquid running down his skin, seeing it gush from your pussy, the way you can't control your body and how he is at fault. He loves it. It is something he can easily get addicted to. 

He cums too, deep inside your abused cunt, making even more of a mess. You'd usually say thank you but today he lets it slide.

He kisses you softly, lovingly – devoted to you just the same.

"New favorite thing unlocked," he heaves, letting out a manic chuckle, placing his lips to your shoulder. His hands caress your trembling thighs. They are shaking like crazy. It's so hot.

You whimper in acknowledgement. It's all you can do. You try to close your arms around him but you have no strength left. "I love you," you whisper, closing your eyes.

Tomura smiles, satisfied. "I know."

He is your king of course.

shig keeping count how many times he can make you cum before you're shaking and sobbing from overstimulation

“It really is cute how sensitive your little body gets after your fifth orgasm, you know.” He trails his hands lightly down your stomach, your tummy muscles clenching in anticipation and agony. Your knees are trying to jerk shut to prevent him access, but the binds around your ankles keep your legs splayed. Your chest rises and falls in erratic rhythm, breath only barely returning to you after your last dive over the edge. 

“Don’t- Please don’t!” 

Some of the tears beading on your lashes slip down your cheeks as you slam your eyes shut. You can’t take anymore. Physically, you can’t. Yet, you can feel his pinkie finger tracing little figure eights up your leg and every muscle in your body clenches in protest. It doesn’t matter how much you buck and hiss against his treatment, the frame of the bed never gives way to your tantrum. 

He cocks his head with all the feigned innocence of a child who pretends they don’t know they’ve done wrong. “What’s the matter? I thought this was supposed to feel good?” The cold, sarcastic tone to his voice breaks the facade if nothing else does, but the callous way his nails dig into your thigh is a close second. 

He sees you flinch and tremble as he slowly draws closer to your apex and his lips tick in a sick sense of satisfaction. There’s a practiced sort of patience in his actions, the way he comes near enough to your overstimulated heat to make you imbed your fingernails into your palms until your knuckles turn white only for him to withdraw over and over without ever allowing you to relinquish the sense of dread it brings when he does. The second he’s seen that you’ve formed some sense of calm around his wandering fingers is when he strikes. 

“I can’t! Seriously, I can’t!”

He gives you a derisive look of sympathy and you know it means nothing. He doesn’t want to hear you beg. If he did, he would have accomplished his goal hours ago. Truth be told, you’re not entirely sure what he wants. The only thing that you know is that there’s such a thing as too much pleasure and he has perfected exactly how to weaponize that against you. You’re strapped down, at his mercy, and he looks far from bored. 

He’s gaining something from this, surely some sadistic urge is being filled, because he hasn’t even taken off his clothes. This hasn’t even begun yet and you’re sick in the knowledge. He’s molding you like a ball of play-dough, squeezing and squishing until you’re malleable enough for him to want to play with. Judging by the way he’s still skirting the edges of your thighs and showing no signs of moving from his sitting position beside you, you’re not broken enough to be any fun yet. 

You’re rubbed raw, legs chafing with a tacky trail leading from where he found his way inside you before to where his hand dances tenderly around your pebbled nipple. Every grace of his fingertips across you pimples your flesh and makes you acutely aware he’s just toying with you. He drives the point home by scratching up your hip, little red welts raising over skin as your leg jerks instinctively from the pain despite the fact that you know you can’t break free. 

“It’s actually impressive. This long and you’re still so responsive.” He muses, poking and prodding at your chest like a specimen. “I thought you would have gone numb a long time ago.” 

He punctuates his sentence with a none-to-gentle pinch on your breast. You can’t bring yourself to tell him that’s not entirely how it works, not when you can practically see the wheels turning in head turning as he contemplates how he wants to torture you next. His pupils are dilated as they run over your exposed form and you’re not entirely sure whether its with arousal or sheer curiosity. With him, it’s anyone’s guess.

“Please, I can’t take it!”

His hand finds its way between your legs again, cupping and stroking with one finger so lightly that normally you likely wouldn’t even be able to register it, but in your hypersensitivity, your thigh muscles twitch and a wail of agony bubbles in your throat. 

“Aw, baby can’t take it anymore?”

He leans in, leaving one hand to coax your already overindulged pussy, the other softly caressing your cheek. It’s a warning sign, a crocodile lazily observing its pray before snapping shut its jaws. His heavily lidded eyes scan your face, sides of his lips curling into a deceptively delicate smile. Your head lulls into his hand, and even though you know the dangers, you fall into his trap.

You regret it as quickly as you do it, and you cry out in a mixture of devastating bliss and torment as his finger plunges back up inside your sore walls, stimulating the overworked nerves with the pads of his fingertip. 

“Why don’t we find out just how much you can really take?” 

Worthy of the Welcome

Moon and Sun x GN reader (Angst, but there's also some fluff in here near the end)

Hey, there's going to be a lot of talk about abuse. I didn't get graphic with the description of wounds, and I left the abuser vague as well, but it's still a pretty heavy subject so this is the warning for that. Also, Moon is there for way more than Sun is but there might be a pt 2 if I can claw my way out of writer's block. Also, yes, I'm absolutely using fanfiction as therapy- who's gonna stop me?

Moon worked diligently to clean the wounds out of (Y/n)'s reach, silence falling over the dimly lit room. The animatronic's eyes had an eerie red glow, a feature he only used in the dark. He'd insisted on keeping this room almost entirely dark, the napping area soft and protected from any other prying eyes. It was Moon's way of being protective through the glaring frustration of the situation at hand.

"You really need to at least tell Sun." Moon grumbled a complaint and (sighed, the rubbing of their fresh bandages irritating the newly disinfected cuts and gashes beneath.

"You know Sun, he'll freak out and either really push to have something done about it or worry himself to death." (Y/n) cringed as Moon tightened the bandages. He was careful not to restrict their breathing, keeping it loose enough not to put pressure on their lungs, but definitely tying the fabric securely.

"Maybe you do need to do something about it." Moon argued, voice now at less of a hushed tone and more of his normal volume.

"You know I can't-" (Y/n) tried to give the usual excuse, but he just wasn't having it today.

"No. Enough of that bullshit." The shifting sound of metal sounded in the otherwise hollow room as Moon puffed up, body now rigid. The anger he'd been suppressing bubbled to the surface. "You're an adult now, you can legally just walk the fuck out! You don't have to go home- fuck! You don't even have to leave the Pizza Plex! We've got like three people already living here, it's hardly a secret." He ranted.

"Moon, I-" (Y/n) tried to argue again but, with another bout of justified rage, he continued to argue with them over it.

"The person that is supposed to have your back and care for you and always protect you if at all possible hurts you. Often." (Y/n) couldn't see it from the fact he was behind them, but his face softened from anger into pain. "And the last few times they hurt you somewhere you can't reach just so you'd have to ask for help… I really think it's time for you to go." He said, trying not to just plead for them to live here.

(Y/n) knew he was right. They'd known it was time to go sinse the abuse started and yet over the years they'd joined right in with the one who'd treated them so badly. They tricked themself into thinking the way they were told to. It conflicted them, stuck between one truth and another, both ones they believed in. 

Shoulders going slack, their eyes averted.

"I don't… I can't stay here." (Y/n)'s voice was hardly a whisper, maybe even lost if not for the emptiness of the large, matted room. "Everyone here has been very kind to me, and especially you and Sun, but, I… I already owe you so much more than I'll ever be able to give back." They hugged themself, resigned to the hand they were delt in life and feeling undeserving of anything more. 

"I'm not worth the effort as is, Moon." They left off on that sad note, more silence coming in to fill the space where there was once a voice.

Without any more words, Moon stood, circled to the front of them and crouched to look them in the eyes, the most serious expression he could muster on as he fought an urge to just yank them up into his arms, march 'home' with them and have Sun get their bags packed while he beat the shit out of their abuser.

"(Y/n)." He said their name, but they wouldn't meet his eyes. Was it guilt or shame or fear- they weren't sure. But it was tangible enough to make the air thick. They thought for a moment maybe he'd tightened the bandages just slightly too much, but quickly dismissed it. It would be hard for anyone to breathe when getting your soul stared at by one of the last people you'd ever want to see all the flaws and impurities that marked it's surface.

"Look at me. I need you to look at me and hear everything that I'm going to say because I am going to get this through to you. One way or another, however many times it takes." He was determined, stubbornly only staring harder as they got the courage to level their head and meet his gaze. He made sure it was locked before he let himself speak.

"The sheer fact you don't know how to be loved is enough to prove you're the one being wronged here. Don't think about whether you deserve the kindness, just know that you deserve the love that comes with it." He felt his face heat up. "Or, at least, the fact we do enjoy taking care of you. Its almost more for us sometimes." He wasn't exactly lying at his last comment, as the reason he'd been keeping their secret was so that he was sure they'd keep coming back for the help. He didn't like imagining them quitting their job and never being able to see them again.

(Y/n) got teary-eyed. No one deserved this, who were they kidding? They'd never done anything so horrible that it justified the pain they had to be in every day. They made up their mind to agree to stay. Just as they parted their lips to speak the lights flicked on.

"I'm back! Got out of parts and service early so I went and got (Y/n) some snacks! Could ya believe they can do a routine check in half an hou-" Sunny suddenly locked up as his eyes landed on the bandaged, heavily scarred form of his close human friend. He'd never seen them with their shirt off before, but disregarded the scars in favor of the many clearly new marks on their form.

"(Y/N)!!! Oh no! OH NO!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!!!" He shrieked, dropping the Doritos and cookies as he darted for where they were sitting on the soft blue napping mat. 

Kneeling down, he cupped their face, looking them over for any more injuries with the frantic, overreacting, motherly fretting he was known for when a child was even minorly scraped or bruised from the equipment.

"Ah, yeah, my dumb ass dropped myself down the staircase on the way in today. Moony got me all patched up, though, so I should be alright." They lied on impulse. Moon put a hand on their shoulder, a stern look on his face. Their will to keep lying started to crumble. If they were going to live here, then Sun would need to know why. (Y/n) would need him to know why. To be rid of it all.

"I'm… sorry." They stopped Sun before he could come back with a short lecture on being careful, "That wasn't true. Force of habit." They rubbed their arm and he suddenly looked much more concerned than before.

"Have you done something wrong? I promise I'd never be mad over you getting hurt, even if it was your fault. I only want to help." He reached down to hold their hand, smiling warmly, as if to say they were welcome to ask for the help. It was the last straw, the thing that dislocated the last of the distrust they'd built towards any offer of safety over the years.

They choked before the truth got the chance to make an appearance, tears not picking up speed as much as just immediately starting to cascade like waterfalls down their face. 

Pushing their torso forward, it didn't matter that they felt like they looked weak or that they were starting to sob pretty loudly in what was made to be a tranquil and relaxing space. It didn't matter that there were dishes in the sink and dirty laundry in the hamper at 'home', or that they'd have to send someone to obtain the items that held sentimental value from their room at some point. It didn't matter that the person that had been hurting them was going to be looking for them when they realized (Y/n) wasn't coming back.

All that mattered was that there were four arms wound around them and a promise that none of those things would ever need to be a concern of theirs ever again.

"I'll tell him for you later, Nightlight." Moon offered, taking yet more of the pressure off.

"Yes, I'll wait for the story." Sun started to rub circles in their back. "Just cry as much as you need to, alright? The rest can wait."

(Y/n) held on tighter, smiling through the heavy feeling in their tired body and the crying they weren't even trying to stifle this time, with the relief that it was all ready to be put behind them, and they were ready to be put back together.

Oh god 😂✋

thought I have post these here before

SHIGARAKI NSFW ALPHABET

{ gift for my beautiful wife ~ @nutsnhonie }

warnings || smut, asphyxiation, fear play, blood kink, marking, rough sex, biting, vouyerism, {more,, but i cant rly think of what to put}

{an: wife wife wife wife wife wife}

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he cant do much honestly, due to his quirk, but he will hand you things like a wet rag,, water bottle,, etc. even though he is an asshole, he still cares about you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite is your hair, since he cant harm that by touching it. but from afar his favorite is definitely your thighs.

on HIMSELF,, he doesnt like much. though he is proud of his dick for some reason,,,

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he doesn't cum as much as the others, but he still fills you up, hence the name "creampie"

will almost always do it inside of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he definitely watches you masturbate, or watches you while HE masturbates. plug a lil weird but he chill,,

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hes fucked hookers, or anyone the was willing, but he never cared for them or cared if they finished or not. therefore he is more experienced in HIS job at it. not so much the other things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style. though he holds your hips like a british person and their teacup, its still his favorite position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

doesnt find humor attractive during sex. therefore he is definitely the serious type.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he has a good amount of hair, but keeps it maintained. same color as the hair on his head and has a niiiceee happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

not very romantic, but does love you. will probably be romanticish AFTER the sex. still cant fathom the fact that you want him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

does it when you arent there. when he is really pent up with stress from either a mission or something else, then he will find different ways to touch himself. just wants to get off a few times.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

asphyxiation, blood play, the usual. he definitely likes choking you to the best of his abilities without actually killing you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his room, though anywhere you want him to fuck you he totally will.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you in general, but theres just something about seeing you covered in blood that sparks a match in him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

coprophilia or anything nasty like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving, seeing it as his best way of getting you off. his chapped lips definitely make the job easier. he does enjoy receiving though as most people do.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough definitely. will only slow down if you beg him too.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

absolutely. he loves taking risks of someone catching you. also if he is in a time crunch he will.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

this is Shigaraki we are talking about. of course he will. enjoys inflicting pain on you, risking being caught, etc

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

for him around 4, but thats just for him. if he is going down on you than it doesnt matter. he can go as long as you need him too. gets him out of team things anyways.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

has a few small vibrators that he collected for you. mainly for when he isnt there, though he definitely doesn't mind using them during sex with you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teasing is almost constant with him. he enjoys watching you squirm and watching your face flush up with embarrassment.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

aside from grunts and huffs, he doesnt make much noise. if you manage to get him in a submissive manner {unlikely} then he will whine from overstimulation.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

absolutely into marking. likes licking blood from cuts he inflicts on you, or marking you with hickeys or bites. another one would be fear play. enjoys watching you squirm with fear as he pretends like he is about to actually touch you fully.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

his torso and arms are toned and he is littered with scars from either fighting or missions. his dick is around 7-8 inches hard, with a slightly darker tip than his skin.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

most likely high from all the pent up anger, but wont force himself on you. {maybe in another fic....}

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

will wait for you to fall asleep until he does, but sometimes he doesnt sleep at all after.

hope you like,,, im not used to his character much since i left the fandom a while ago.

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

My Hero Academia - The Ultra Stage | RAITA being adorable af as Tomura Shigaraki at the encore/curtain call, rehearsals and backstage (2/2)

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Thanks ! ^^

We have to keep pushing

Let's go Tenko/Tomura nation‼️‼️

8th place is insanely well for the first week

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help wanted 2 Sun

Sun, being the lovable sassy BITCH!! He was in Help Wanted 2, would have me do my best, but since I’m a little sensitive ho, he’d say something sassy or rude and I’d get defensive and rude back while my eyes are watering and it’s getting hard to breathe. I’d also probably finish doing something but hide under the table when he reviews it because I did that in elementary school once because the thought of failing made me so nervous 😁

MHA head cannons

You’re in a relationship with Shigaraki headcannons

TW: Mention of manipulation and guilt tripping.

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•You get love bombed, he gets you gifts, showers you in compliments, then forgets about you.

•Toxic relationship, he’s a big manipulator and get’s whatever he wants.

•He might even go as far to tell you his backstory then use your sympathy for his own benefit, guilt tripping you.

•Removing anyone important in your life other than him, he’s the only one you need to talk to.

•Ignores your boundaries but loses it if you ignore his.

•Makes people in your life hate you so that if you tried to leave you always end up crawling back to him.

•Brings your hopes up just to let you back down again.

•Makes it so that you’re always in the wrong, or at least it seems like it.

•Again, a big manipulator and guilt tripper.

•Very toxic relationship, it doesn’t matter if you’re in the LOV or not.

•He doesn’t see you as his S/O, he started dating you so he could use you if he needed you and as he saw fit.

•Refuses most of your attempts to love him, but gives in just enough that you think he actually likes you.

•”Y/n, could you get me my phone?” “It’s right there-“ “No. It’s okay, you just don’t love me, that’s fine.” he then goes on to grab his phone, leave, and ignore you for the rest of the day. He does this often with almost everything.

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Gahh! Sorry, this one is short but i really wanted to write about this as i got inspiration from the song Somebody That I Used To Know, by Gotye, and Kimbra. I was listening to it and was like, this kinda reminds me of Shigaraki and so I wrote about it. I think some of these are inaccurate but they were all fun to write!

I need to start doing other characters but Shigaraki is so fun to write about, I feel like theres so many different ways he could act depending on how you perceive him. I might try to write about other characters that aren’t from MHA but I don’t think that’ll go well.

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I’m open and asking for writing suggestions!! I’m fine with anything as long as it’s NOT a fanfic or NSFW, i am strictly SFW!

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