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𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, he’s all kind smiles and soft tones but his hands are rough on you and his words are mean. Murmuring things like, “You’re so cute for someone with a cunt this fucking greedy.” Tone light but content dark, his cock driving into you from behind, hands tugging you back onto him like you’re a human ragdoll.

Fucking you so well, just right, getting you so fucking close for the umpteenth time only for him to mock you for how fast he’s getting you to cum again, “Already? So soon? Can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”

Lips trailing up your neck from behind, leaving behind wet kisses as he covers your body in his, hips never stopping their relentless thrusting. “Got such a messy pussy,” he’d coo at you, going quiet only so you can hear the obscene squelching filling the room.

He embarrasses you on purpose, he loves how you shy away from him at his words, but your cunt only grows slicker, coating his cock so well. Your body so completely honest with him where you’re not.

It’s not like he stops either, he’s fucking you until you cum and teasing you for how easy it is the whole time. Only stopping to groan at how you grip him sinfully tight, even then, he’s thinking of how to embarrass you more.

Yeah…𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

oh right some starnet doods from yesterday

people asked questions about her on my ig story yesterday, and some of the answers needed a visual so

gem weapon (staff + sword = double bladed scythe because edgy), first fusion form, and how her hair works at the back because it’s hard to tell with how dark it is

bf geto who loves to baby you

bf geto who feels in control when he does everyday tasks for you like brushing your teeth or washing up for you

bf geto who after the first time you slipped up and called him daddy he never lets it go

bf geto who’s always referring to himself as daddy now even in non sexual situations

Suguru wasn’t sure when it started—the quiet yearning to slow down, to savor the small things. It felt like it crept up on him one lazy evening when Y/N leaned against the counter, her sleepy eyes barely staying open as he stirred the pot of miso soup they’d been craving all day.

“Baby, you’re about two seconds away from face-planting,” he teased, stirring the pot as he glanced at her.

“No, I’m not,” she mumbled, but the yawn that followed completely betrayed her.

Geto smirked and turned off the stove before walking over to her. “Come here,” he said, gently guiding her to sit down at the table. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

She didn’t even argue, just let him set the bowl in front of her and kneel beside her chair with the chopsticks in hand. Scooping up some broth and tofu, he held it to her lips. “Open,” he murmured.

She blinked at him, a little dazed, before taking the bite.

“You’re spoiling me,” she mumbled after swallowing.

“Of course I am,” he said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Daddy’s baby deserves it.”

That was how it always went. Little rituals of care—him wiping crumbs off her lips, tying her hair back while she washed her face, and pressing cool cloths to her skin when she was too tired to move.

Tonight was no different.

Y/N was already sitting on the edge of their bed, her head tilting slightly as she waited for him to finish in the bathroom. When Geto came out, washcloth in hand, she looked up at him sleepily.

“Baby, you’re barely awake,” he said softly, kneeling down in front of her.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering shut as he cupped her chin and started gently wiping her face. He was slow, careful, brushing the cloth over her cheeks, her nose, and her jaw like she was something delicate.

Her hands came up to hold his wrists loosely. “You don’t have to do this,” she murmured.

He paused, looking at her like he always did—with quiet adoration. “I know,” he said simply, pressing a kiss to her temple. “But I want to.”

She smiled then, that sweet, sleepy smile that always made him weak, and leaned into his touch.

“Come on,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Let’s get my baby to bed.”

is this based off me and my bf yes 😝☝️

a hooman on ig asked for starnet’s default form (because your girl is a mess and hasn’t shown anything with starnet yet outside of her wedding attire)

here she is. my mage-goddess of a fusion. plot twist she isn’t a permafusion because everyone’s gay for her and she doesn’t like that because she’s married. to herself. i mean you gotta admit, that’s at least a bit of an issue

The Antithesis of Decay

made for @ficsforgaza’s Kinktober!

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Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x afab!reader

Content Warnings: Stuckage, fingering, dub/noncon, no gendered pronouns, but reader is described to have bigger hips than their waist (no big specifications though). meant to take place between s3 & 4

Summary: An escape through the alleyway ends in a terrifying run-in with a wanted villain.

Managed to write this entirely in a single day 😵‍💫 it gave me a headache doing it that fast but thank god i got it done! It was a lot longer than I intended (stuckage is hard to keep short akhsheja & i originally wanted to go full smut but then wrote too much) and was a little bit difficult to navigate cause I don’t think about shiggy in a sexual way BUT !! I DID IT!

This is also the first time I'm posting something I've written in present tense, I'm just trying to experiment and figure out how I like to write lol

Shiggy lovers i hope this is adequate!!

Another crash. Another roar. Another Nomu.

You're in the thick of it, beside a building, half-destroyed, and another one completely toppled to the ground. There's screaming and panic, citizens running in every which way to escape the crossfire. Another building is about to collapse, and the monsters take no hesitation in using it as leverage to fight.

There are other heroes here, maybe three, or even more now if there were any on patrol nearby; it isn't clear through the fog of dirt and smoke. It isn't enough though. None of you had the strength or stamina to fight against the group of Nomus that appeared. Especially not by yourselves, even if you barely outnumbered them. The rubble is building. The ground is practically shaking under their destructive hands. They have the absolute advantage.

  Your quirk isn't built for such a fight, even as a pro, and your combat skills would prove useless against those monsters. You're meant to be more of a support hero than anything, someone usually waiting on the sidelines to rush in and heal the defending heroes in fights. The limits of your restorative quirk meant it was wise to steer clear from the heart of the battle and avoid being hurt, so the best course of action would be to run. Run and find backup. That's the most you can do for now; the most you can try to save what remains of that small city sector.

You choose your path quickly, remaining observant of the chaos around you. Cracked asphalt and concrete, dust flying everywhere from the destruction, debris from the second half-collapsed building scattered everywhere. The Nomus remain distracted by the other heroes, so despite the obstacles, there's a clear path to the closest alleyway. From there, if you can just reach the other side of the buildings and escape harm's way, you'll be safe to make the call.

You can make it, you believe — as long as you're fast. Confident, you take off, bound for the crack between two untouched office buildings nearby, the spring in your costume's boots allowing you to move more efficiently. With such quick speed, you nearly run face-first into the wall, entering it at an angle that's easy to correct with a simple push off against the brick. From there, the path is a straight shot to the other side, only separated by a feeble chain link fence. There's a hole that looks just big enough for you to crawl through at the bottom of it, the wire pried upward to create a gap. You can make it, you repeat in your head. The coast is clear, you can make it.

  Stumbling to a stop in front of the mesh barrier, you drop to your knees as quickly as your body will allow, planting yourself onto your stomach afterward. The opening is much smaller up close, but it's nothing you can't army-crawl your way through. Your costume was made to be dirtied and protect you in the heat of conflict, so having it scrape across the rocky ground while you drag your way under the fence isn't an issue. Its durability was the least of your problems — until now, that is..

  The elastic fabric snags on the wire once you squeeze your head and arms through the hole. Time is sensitive, you don’t have any to waste on something trivial like this. You try to reach back to untangle it, only to find the wire completely stabbed through. 

  With a heavy sigh and adrenaline crawling in your veins at the delay, you manage to move back a sizable distance before you try again, but it’s useless. The ends of the wires are sharp and stab into your suit with ease, holding you back. You needed to try something else, you needed to be fast.

  Before you can attempt to force your way through the hole, a voice arises behind you. Raspy and hoarse, you don’t even realize he's there until he speaks.

  “Oh, look at what we have here. A hero, is it?”

  His approach is slow, and you only hear his footsteps once he's standing over you. Your entire body goes stiff, your blood running cold as you curve your spine back to look at him.

  "Shigaraki," you whisper, terrified, under your breath. 

  "Oh, you know me already? How nice, I suppose we can skip the introductions then." 

  You can hear your breath hitch in your throat when he speaks and feel his presence as he looms right behind you, bending at the knees to crouch down over your legs.

  "I've seen you on TV," he starts, and you hold back a scream when you feel four rough fingers gently touch the back of your thigh, "You've got quite the impressive quirk, you know. Restoration quirks are hard to come by. And yours…"

  He pauses again, glides them up to where your hip and femur jointed together, and relishes in the way you shiver before he continues, "It's the exact opposite of mine. I guess you can only restore organic things, sure, but — it does make me wonder."

  You're hardly listening to his little ramble, your heartbeat drumming too loud in your ears to process anything — but then, your head goes blank when you feel all five of his fingers cup around your hip. Panic sets in fast, and you find yourself writhing before you can think, trying to force your way through the fence. The metal wires only dig into your skin, causing even more pain as you realize you're hips are too big to fit, and you wouldn't have made it anyway.

  Tomura only chuckles lightly at your reaction, watching the bottom half of your hero suit disintegrate into dust. You don't even realize it until you're already crying, and a cold breeze hits your face and bottom half. His hand is on you. Touching you. Feeling you, and yet.

  You don't feel any pain. His touch is simply normal against your skin. His palm is surprisingly warm, but dry. And you don't disintegrate. You don't disintegrate.

  Tomura laughs again at wide eyes and gaping mouth as if you should have expected his quirk to cancel out with yours. He slides his palm across your bottom, down to the back of your thigh again to caress it up and down slowly. Carefully. His touch lingers far longer than you're comfortable with.

  "Your quirk activates automatically when it's your own body, right? I wonder how long I can keep doing this for, then." He speaks so casually, acting like you weren't trapped and half-bare under him.

  "I've always wanted to be able to touch someone like this again. No gloves, no barriers. Just skin. When I saw you on the news and heard about your quirk, I thought you were perfect. Aside from that pesky hero stuff, that is," he frowned slightly behind the hand on his face, moving his own to grip at the fat of your ass, "You have no idea how frustrating it is to be unable to touch something without it falling apart."

  You let out a loud squeak, feeling his weight on the back of your knees when he sits on them, squeezing and kneading your flesh in his hand. There are tears in your eyes, and you struggle to twist around to look back at him, where he sits proudly like a king on his throne. Seeing such a widely known villain — being face to face, but being stuck and having him touch you like this. It felt humiliating. Humiliating to who you were as a person and a hero. You felt sick to your stomach.

  He frowns a little at the pathetic look you give him, only tightening his hold more, "Come on, don't look like that. I haven't done anything yet."

  As he speaks, he slides another hand underneath you and pulls your hips up slightly, your spine beginning to ache at how it was strained. You can only shake as you watch him, the hand that was gripping your ass moving to slide a single finger down the center of your underwear, sending a large jolt up your spine.

  In an instant, you look forward again, covering your mouth to hold back any noise you'd almost let out. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of making a sound, let it be cries or anything. So you force yourself to silence, even as tears roll down your face.

  Tomura only grins, running the finger up and down the fabric a few more times just to feel you jolt before hooking around the lining to pull it off to the side, stuffing it between your thigh and outer labia to keep you exposed. You clench up at the cold air, another shudder roving through your body as Tomura holds back a chuckle.

  Without another thought or word, he immediately dives in, his two fingers sliding between your folds, feeling whatever you can offer him before moving down to the bud below. You shiver, but are otherwise completely frozen as he does this, not even knowing half of what to do to retaliate.

  "Not too wet yet, I see. That's ok, I can fix that." He says, beginning to prod around for that extra sensitive spot he knew you wouldn't resist. A lightbulb goes off in his head when you jolt suddenly, your hips shaking extra whenever he squishes or pokes at it. With a grin plastered under that embalmed hand, he starts to move his fingers around in slow, gentle circles.

  The coarseness of his fingers doesn't help the sensation they bring on, that feeling of soft ecstasy pulsing through your body slowly like a drum. You hold back your sounds, at least, only your breathing growing heavy as he watches you clench around nothing. 

  It isn't enough for him. He needs more than this, he needs you prepared, and that wouldn’t come from just a few measly touches. 

  His fingers move faster, gaining enough friction that he has you audibly gasping, slick already building up just below. It doesn't take as long as expected, like your body is reacting on primal need. It almost makes him wonder — maybe you're getting off to the position he has you in, even if you don't realize it.

  He gives you a few more minutes of soft touching, allowing a good amount of wetness to accumulate between your shaking thighs before moving his fingers up. He gathers your natural lube on his digits, humming as he slathers it all over your pussy to make it nice and glossy before dipping them back in, finally allowing them to take the plunge.

  As if you weren't already amply humiliated, the way his fingers toy with you before pressing in is distracting enough that he manages to draw a squeak out of you the second he dives in.

  "Ohh, give me more of that. Don't be shy." He says, sliding his digits out slowly, licking his lips at how slick they are before shoving them back in.

  His fingers are so long, soaking knuckle-deep inside of you and reaching parts that your own couldn't. You would rather die at his hands now than ever admit it to anyone, but god, it feels good.

  He's already moving them so fast, curling them all around like he's searching for something. It felt too good to be touched by someone like that. You haven't slept with another person for over a year, so it's like a new foreign feeling and an old friend all at once. You can't stop yourself. Your brain grows foggier with each drag of his fingers, like he's scratching an itch you couldn’t by yourself. You couldn't hold it back anymore.

  You let out a quiet, croaked moan, covering your face with your hands to hide how embarrassing it is to indulge in something so crude with someone like him.

  A wretched smile immediately dawns on Tomura's face, and he moves his hand even faster, trying to milk more sounds out of you before he moves on. He wants you to make more noise, to hear how good a disgusting villain like him is making a great hero like you feel.

  From there, the sounds just spilled out. He’s surprisingly quick to find the smooth spot inside of you, pumping over it repeatedly until you’re a wriggling, gasping mess. The coil inside of you is winding up tight, growing ready to burst at almost any second. 

  It's so degrading, being face down in the concrete while a villain is digging his fingers so deep into you. But you weren’t thinking about that anymore. Your mind is too focused on how good it feels rubbing against your walls, the friction driving you crazy with how fast it builds up.

  Then, like electricity in your veins, it comes crashing through your body all at once. The pleasure, the ecstasy. Your body practically vibrates against his hand, an unforgiving orgasm ripping through your entire system until you’re panting like a dog, still pulsing around him as he slowly removes his fingers and wipes them on your thigh.

  As you return from your high, the quiet chuckling unnerves you. And then you feel sick to your stomach again. You’re still recovering, but you’ve come to your senses enough to look behind you.

  The sight you see has bile rising in your throat. He’s already grabbed onto you again, unzipping his pants with one hand while he speaks.

  “So, what do you think your little hero friends would think if you had sex with a villain?”

Since you won’t give us a Yandere harem, I would like to kindly demand for you to give us Yandere twins instead.

Like where are those twins that are suffocating me in their loving embrace, one twin has to constantly be with their darling, they can’t leave her alone to the beasts. Where is the twin who is mocking me for being overstimulated, whilst the other twin is right behind me whispering sweet nothings in my ear as if he isn’t the one jack-hammering into me. Where is the twin that distracts me, and whisks me away to look at the cute dress I really liked, whilst the other twin is gouging out the eyes of the guy who happened to glance in my direction for a moment. (He was looking a dress behind me for his own girlfriend)

Give me twinsssssss, pleaseeeee. I’m dying over hereeeeee. I’ll even take triplets! Now that be extra yummy! It can’t be Yandere’s without the classic twins. 😭😭😭

Thank you for reading this rant, please give us a harem 🤧

- 💎 anon

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[Nah yall want a harem this is how it’s gonna be. Imagine a pod of bully! dolphin male hybrids, and a fem! Chubby pufferfish darling.]

Cw: MDNI NSFW!

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The bully dolphins were the gangsters of the sea. They took and pillaged whatever they wanted. They may look innocent on the outside but they oftentimes took turns passing you around like a blunt. Without a care in the world as they got high off that sweet toxic pheromones you’d release whenever they’d toy with you.

“Awe look at our lil creampuff! Hey don’t be so rough on em boss! I wanna ruin them too!”

The petite dolphin trilled, patting your head affectionately as if you were a dog. Nosing against your cheek and pressing kisses to your scent glands. Praising you for how much of a cock loving whore you were for them.

“Yeah, you’re Goddamn right about that Qao, hey old man how bout you hurry up already? I’m itching for a turn.”

The heavily scarred dolphin, chuffed, his gills flaring impatiently. As he occupied himself with jerking off with their adorable chubby pufferfish’s jiggling tits. Groaning at the feel of their softness squeezing and message his neglected length.

“There’s no point Gaeju, the leaders a selfish prick. Who can’t function without his daily dose of our puff slut.”

Droned the tired lanky dolphin, making do with lazily folding your leg, to stuff his slimy sheath in between the junction. Of where your calf meets the back of your plush thighs.

Meanwhile the weathered and seasoned bully dolphin, Eashe was currently caressing your love handles. Sneering at the offending comments by the yapping calves.

“Shut the fuck up Gaeju, Qao, Linov! You lot talk a lot of shit for greenhorn guppies who can’t do nuthin without me.”

The leader snarled, whilst enjoying your squeals and pitiful cries for a break. Whenever his heavy balls slapped hard and fast against your swollen folds like a piston.

“Who do you think makes our bitch exude the most toxins hah? That’s right, me and my meat, this pussy’s swallowing up like an addict. Ya’ll better be grateful for riding off my coattails now piss off and lemme enjoy myself.”

He clicked with a scowl thrown at his pod. His huge hands gripped firmly onto your soft curves. Making sure his breeding bitch wouldn’t escape from his heavy knot splitting you open like a watermelon. Pumping more of his nut trail mix Into your gaping abused cunt.

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A/n: are y’all satisfied? You harem lovers lmao💀

✎. Mr. Guadez | Lookism oc

ⓧ Do not repost/use without permission.

.𖥔 inspired by this tiktok⋆.˚.ᐟ‿୨♡୧‿ MDNI

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who is immediately nose deep in your pussy the moment you ask him to eat you out.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who fervently devours you with tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso whose whimpers and whines are purely because he feels so pathetic that he’s about to cum while slurping on your cunt.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso that begs you so prettily to let him dig his lanky cock inside you.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who now has you in a mating press on your back, frantically pounding your sloppy cunt as snot runs from his nose.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who, in tears, apologizes mid-thrust for fucking you so hard and not being able to stop. He can’t help himself and wants to please you so badly. He just feels so damn good.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry-fuck!-s-sorry, sorry, baby~ F-feels so gooooood~”.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who sniffles and tells you to ask him where to cum. He’s really hoping you ask him to cum inside you.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso that brings himself together enough to pull out of you and nut on your face as you asked.

❅Crybaby Top!Choso who is about to get hard again once you ask him to kiss you with his cum on your face.

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