Spawn

Unrequited | Awase Yosetsu x Reader

This is my part for the bnharem collab, please check out all the other amazing authors here. The theme this month was flowers! 

Warnings: Angst.

Word Count: 4101.

You’d never been much of a flower person before. You could appreciate their beauty, but you’d never really understood their meanings. The reasons why each flower had its own unique message behind it. More interested in aesthetics than any cryptic messages. That’s why when you received the first bunch, you were perplexed.

“Oi, shitty woman. Why the fuck were these at the front door this morning?” Bakugou flung a bouquet of flowers across the room to you, the ashen smell of his explosive quirk filling the air as you took in the sight of the dishevelled paper, the flowers in a disarray as you looked down at them in confusion. 

“Isn’t it obvious, Bakugou?” Ashido was already leaning over the couch to look at the paper, trying to find a note with them. Seeing the small pink rectangle and grabbing it off the sugar paper before you had a chance to stop her, your hand trying to grab it from her fingers as she held it away from you, “She’s got a secret admirer!”

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Ahh okay. I didn't know that. Thatnks for an explanation! You're right. Its fucked up. Imma just adjust myOCs and make the lips plump and not like this.

Hey jsyk it’s 2018 and if you’re still drawing characters with big lips like THIS, even if they’re pale/not black, it’s fucking racist. Stop doing it.

No excuses. “It’s a stylistic choice!” It’s a RACIST stylistic choice.

“Idk how else to draw big lips!” That’s because you relied on racist caricatures and are a bad artist. Teach yourself. Learn. If you’re not willing to do that, then you are a bad, racist artist.

“But it’s part of the character design!” Yeah, and it’s racist. If it’s your OC, then change it. If it’s not your OC, make the right choice and draw them with normal looking bigger lips instead of this racist monstrosity.

And if this post makes you uncomfortable because it’s calling you out for stuff you’ve done, good. Fix it. Own up to it. Grow.

If you see this and you’re first thought is to defend this: you are racist. You are part of the problem. Congrats. Now work on yourself and unlearn that.

we need more asahi fics

Nerves || Azumane Asahi x Reader

Summary: You’ve had a crush on Asahi for longer than you’re willing to admit, and this just might be the match that convinces you to make a move.

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: My first ever Haikyuu!! fic. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and feel free to send me requests for any of the Karasuno boys! I’ve been really into the anime lately (thanks @rivendell101​), and I’d love some fic inspiration!

Cross-posted to A03.

Asahi jogged off the court, wiping his forehead as he reached for a water bottle. Just before he could grab it, though, he froze, a soft, musical laugh snapping him out of his focus.

“That was great, Daichi,” a crooning female voice said. “That last hit? Amazing.”

Looking toward the source of the voice, Asahi saw two girls standing with Kiyoko—he recognized them both as third years, Kiyoko’s friends. The one who was flirting with Daichi, though, was not the one whose laugh had caught his attention.

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Hiii! May I request a yandere+alpha Shigaraki kidnapping and impregnating his s/o? Thank you! -🍕

PART 3 BITCHES!

A/N >>>>> Part 1 and Part 2 are here <<<< As per the vote, this is fluff! or as close to fluff as i can get with a kidnapping, non/con and caged Omega, but tbh I loved how delicate he treats reader in this chapter, despite all the underlying obsession (which we all know and love) also this was reduced from over 2000+ words of rambling to something more effective so I hope you ENJOYYYY!!!!

You wanted to be docile, submit fully and give everything to your alpha, you body was his to abuse, use as he wished. Shigaraki admired how compliant you were, your mind crumbling under every order he gave, eager to please and desperate for his praise, tingles throughout your body whenever he blessed you with his tender kisses and sickly sweet charm, laced thick with malicious desire to rip you apart and build you into the perfect little omega.

Shigaraki had been with you every day since he stole you away from the world, coming and going as he pleased, leaving bite marks and purple bruises up your thighs to remind you exactly who you belonged too. Frequently leaving you gifts and hoping to make your cage feel more like home, you’d been imprisoned for a small while, but as your first week spent in your new home was also spent nesting you didn’t process the entire gravity of your new reality.

You were still reeling back the remaining drops of energy, the last days of your heat sapping them from you.

The world around you seemed quiet, tranquil - mind waking suddenly and slowly, the comfort of the duvet refusing to let your escape it’s safety; it smelt of home, a mix of earthy fresh summer and a deep pungent musk – one that held a weighted nuance and promised to give you the world so long as you stayed within its suffocating grasp.

And you felt yourself not wanting to leave it’s hold over you.

heavy footprints creeping closer. Peeking your head through a tiny gap in the duvet to see him, smirking down at your vulnerable form, in his hands lay a large wooden tray adorned with pastries and fruits and a large jug of apple juice which he laid upon the brand new table top besides him.

“And how is my little Omega today?” his gruff voice cooed, laced thick is vicious intent, sending shivers down your spine, still unable to fight off your instincts, thighs tingling at the sound of his degrading tone.

Despite how sickly sweet he had been, you always figured he was waiting for an excuse to assert more control over you, allow his grip to grow tighter on you and watch you run back to his safe embrace when life became too sour for you.

Fuck did he love being the only person to take care of you, cradle your innocent body between his destructive hands, inches away from crumbling to dust - the thought of destroying such beauty played on his mind - but knowing you trusted him made him not want to all the more.

Eager to whisper how he could corrupt something so perfect and cage it away all for himself – he treated you as though you were but a fragile doll, fascinated by how you slept so peacefully, smiled so softly despite how vicious he could be. A wicked smirk often danced on his lips, avowing to himself that you were his possession now, proud to have claimed you before you were ‘saved’ by some preach happy hero.

Your lips curled sweetly, large diluted eyes admiring how someone who could be so cruel, treated you with tender care, promising you the world.

Stretching your limbs wide as your rose from the comforts of the nest, large yawns escaping your throat as you shook the groggy fuzz from your mind and body, making your way over to the table as you dressed yourself with one of his large hoodies.

You sat at the table, hands placed delicately on your knees and tucked inside the baggy sleeves.

Mouth-watering at the sight of the food before you, awaiting patiently for Shigaraki to allow you to begin eating – knowing full well what happened if you didn’t.

He smirked and cocked his head as he watched you lick you lips at the buffet before you; soaking in your compliance despite your clear desperation.

“Such a good girl”

Heat pooled in your core

His calloused hand patted your head affectionately, and a small part of you welled with pride.

You knew what he wanted.

“Can I eat please” Timid voice sending shivers up his spine. It didn’t feel like your voice, as though someone else had possessed you, yet there was a relief that flowed through you every time you gave up a tiny slither of responsibility to your new Alpha.

Shigaraki’s smirk warped into a malicious grin, as the twisted thrill hit him, having no clue he would enjoy having so much power over an Omega – deciding then and there to milk your submissive state for all it was worth, before your heat ended and he’d have to resort to more…restrictive measures.

“Please?” he growled darkly, sending your anxiety on edge.

Shigaraki tenderly tilted your chin between his calloused fingers, smiling artfully into your innocent eyes; amused at how only he could make them fill with corrupt greed.

“Can I eat please… Sir” gulping down the last words like a dry pill, your stomach knotting at the intoxicating shame.

He loved watching you stutter and stammer your way into pleasing him, so eager to be praised for obeying, unable to fight those fatal instincts to submit.

“as you asked so nicely” he cooed maliciously as your face flushed pink.

Shigaraki beckoned to the table, watching proudly as your eyes lit up with glee.

You were only two mouthfuls through the hot buttery croissant when your stomach began to flip on itself, overwhelmed with a sudden onslaught of nausea, you ran to bathroom much to your captor’s surprise.

He examined the pastry you had slung onto the table top, before striding towards the bathroom door to be greeted by his Omega face first in the toilet pan.

Shigaraki crouched down, arms slung over his knees, careful not to grip you as to not startle or harm his scared Omega.

Moments passed before his concerned voice broke the silence

“How are you?” That commanding tone still lurking behind his attempts at comfort.

“I feel rough, what was in that food” you laughed at how much of a fool you’d made of yourself, but he simply stared through your attempts at lightening the situation, clearly worried about your condition

As you watched his once twisted features soften, you saw the care and affection that lay beneath his wicked grin.

You wanted nothing more than to trace the outlines of his scars with your fingertips, delicately drag your hands through his unkempt hair and plant kisses along his rough skin.

“I’ll be fine, I just need some water”

He swiftly rose to his feet, pondering what would possibly make you throw up out of the blue first thing in the morning.

You didn’t want to scare him, not knowing if he might suddenly lash out, despite that fact he had never laid a violent finger on you out of anger.

Shigaraki’s heavy footsteps drew closer, floorboards creaking under his weighted strides. when he returned with an ice-cold glass, there was a familiar smirk dancing on his lips. He knew something, and it made your stomach churn again.

He carefully handed you the condensation covered glass, it dripped onto your skin leaving Goosebumps in its wake as you sipped, refusing to look away from the intimidating and cunning Alpha that loomed over you.

“You’ve been such a good little Omega, _____. ” he purred glossing his thumb across your pink cheek as his voice grew eerily soft.

“Let me take good care of you today, would you like that?”

Your face lit up at the gesture, he marvelled at how docile you were just for him,magnified towards his affections no matter what alarm bells rang in your mind.

You nodded gleefully, rising slowly to your feet a calmness washed over as he guided you towards the plush cushions of the couch, his musk swarming your mind.

He’d laid the remote control next to a pile of books and the cushions laid covered in blankets. A hot water bottle rested within its welcoming embrace and a bowl of ice cream awaited you, with its pink spoon laying close to…oh no.

“I figured my Omega deserved the best on such a rough morning” his hand pinching your hip, grip growing tighter as he watched you face sink at the final item on the coffee table.

Your chest sinking and rising in the same breath, the half of your mind that submissively obeyed filled with utter and over flowing bliss at your Alpha taking very good care of you, instincts slapping you in the face as the swirl of bitter sweet happiness met with your sobering mind; you were not tired and hazy because you were in heat anymore, no… you were carrying his pups now.

It was not your heat making you submissive, that was all you.

Shigaraki’s hold over you grew tighter, placing your still obedient body onto the couch and handing you the bowl of ice cream, your mind drew a blank, mouth wide open in shock as your innocent eyes stared solemnly at the unopened pregnancy test that burned into your retina’s.

“We don’t have to test now… do we” stammering and choking on the lump in your throat as you silently begged to not have your harrowing dreams confirmed.

Shigaraki chuckled almost sweetly at your question, running his bony fingers through your soft locks and finally planting an affectionate kiss on your forehead

“Of course not, little one”

He latched tighter to your scalp, perceptive enough to know that he didn’t need further confirmation you were carrying his pups. Making you look him in his possessive, adoring eyes.

Shigaraki knew that he had you forever now.

Inhaling your already changing scent as he cooed, making your core tingle with anticipation, thighs rubs together subconsciously at the sudden need for more friction.

“I’ll take good care of you”

The nightmare finally settling in as he lent closer, locking his rough lips onto yours, stealing your conscious mind with his possessive tongue, breaking your will as he always did. Pulling away just long enough to see you eyes vacant and subservient.

“After all, if you’re not pregnant now-“

Clasping four fingers to your delicate throat.  

“-I’m sure we can change that”

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Part 3 pinkjin uwu 💓

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You know since I’m writing a hyunjin thing. This is nice inspo

hol up-

Osamu’s shop is called Onigiri Miya.

Another word for Onigiri is Omusubi.

So in a way, you can call his shop Omusubi Miya.

Meanwhile, Atsumu’s team is called MSBY Black Jackals.

In Japanese, MSBY is pronounced Musubi.

So you have: Omusubi Miya and Musubi Miya.

Musubi means to connect. So no matter which paths of life they take, whether they choose food or sport, the Miya twins are and will always be connected to one another.

And They Were Roommates

modern!AU - Part One

Part Two ⋆⋆  Part Three

todoroki shouto x female roomate!reader

Synopsis: When you need a roommate, you should have included on a no-boys-allowed policy.

warning: implied smut… making out… ((this is my first time writing like this so be warned))

word count: 2,613

A/N: so this is honestly my first time writing in this type of way, and it wasnt requested, so does this make me a pervert??? i don’t know, anyways this was supposed to be uploaded so long ago but i had a busy day, please forgive me!!!! this story is also one for smut, fluff, and angst

It had been officially two days since your old roommate had moved out on account of her getting married, and while you were happy for her, you were upset about being told about this ceremony the night before the wedding. You were a working individual, you had big dreams that entailed you working with a set income, benefits, and perks, but to obtain that you needed experience. So, at the moment you were working minimum wage jobs that tired you to the bone, and for your roommate to pull out of your decent place without at least a two-week notice left you desperate for a roommate.

So you turned to Craiglist and posted an ad for the spare room, despite the fact the mass majority of people you knew protested; there was absolutely no time to be picky you justified when rent was approaching. Over one hundred people answered your post, most of which were creepy old men, but you had narrowed it down to three individuals who seemed polite through the initial communication. And all were confirmed girls, except one, but again, you weren’t really sure if they were a man or not.

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This Blows Too🌬️

Summary: Part 2 to the blowjob thoughts, feelings, and actions of those lovely Haikyuu boys!😘

Warnings: 18+, smut, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Pure Filth, Chick Lit, Derogatory Names, Kinky, Degradation, Explicit, Blowies

Word Count: 1,200+

Pairings: Tanaka, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi x gn!reader

A/N: Sorry about how long it took to respond, I’m a slow writer. I hope you like it. I tried really hard to make it different from the first one and get all the characters right. Y’all let me know what y’all think. P.S. Don’t worry, I will get to every request within time and with enough research. Happy Readings! xSmutBucket

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may challenge; shoji.

a/n: may challenge day 20. injuries/injured darling, burns, shoji and darling are childhood friends, possessiveness, overprotectiveness. 

word count: 1.5k

“Mezo, this is insane! What are you thinking?“ 

If he didn’t appear to be his calm, normal self, then you wouldn’t have believed him to have any sense left in his head. Your childhood friend and classmate continued lacing up his boots, and only turned his eyes towards you when one of his tentacles opened into a mouth, so he could respond to your question. 

"I’m thinking that something needs to be done, and I’ll be the one to do it." 

When he finally stood up, he towered over you like a skyscraper and looked as though he might even bump his head against the ceiling, his muscles bulging out of the tank top he usually wore for training. To anyone else, he would be so intimidating….but in your eyes, all you could see was a guy that was far too insistent on protecting your honour. 

Before he could move another inch, you reached up and pressed your hands against his broad chest–and putting on the most stern face you could, you gave him a gentle push so he would fall back to sit on your bed. 

"Sho, you need to relax. Challenging Bakugo to a duel in the middle of the night isn’t going to take back the fact that I lost to him.”

In all honesty, despite how determined he was to fight for you already, you had done your best to hide how humiliated you had truly been following your defeat. You liked to think you were strong, or at least not the weakest of your fellow classmates–but getting the crap beaten out of you by Bakugo today was humbling to say the least, especially now that you were sporting some rather deep bruises and painful wounds that would take awhile to heal. And you hated being pitied, so having to be hauled off by your friends to Recovery Girl while everyone’s eyes bored into your aching, burned body…it was the worst feeling in the world. 

“Haven’t you seen what’s beneath your bandages? He burned you. Badly. You’re going to have scars because of him.”

You sighed, and tried to shake the memory off, while your fingers mindlessly drifted over the bandages wrapped tight around your arm. While you had been licking your wounds, of course Shoji was the first one to come find you once you were released from care–and for once in his life he showed his emotions clearly on his face, his fury seething straight through his mask and causing heads to turn as his footsteps thudded heavily through the corridors of the school to find you. 

“Everybody has scars, Sho. Have you seen Midoriya’s hands? Or yours? It’s normal." 

The two of you had been friends for a long time, but you had never seen him so furious as he was just a few hours ago. Your sparring sessions had been around noon, so Shoji had the whole last half of classes to glare daggers at Bakugo whenever he could, and you even watched him shove past him as you left for the day, nearly everybody being the wiser to how much it wasn’t an accident. It was baffling, honestly, to see him act like that–even as elementary schoolers Shoji had always been mature and never held grudges, but for some reason seeing you get hurt when he wasn’t paying attention really bothered him. And to top it off, it made you feel like he saw you as weak, too…like you were just another person he needed to protect, instead of the hero you strived to be.

“I don’t care if it’s normal for everyone else. It shouldn’t be normal for you.”

With that thought sticking in your mind, your brow furrowed as he stood back up, and moved across your room to leave–but he stopped with his hand on the doorknob, when you muttered something to his back.

“…Why? Is it because you think I’m weak, too?” 

He turned his head almost immediately, just as you figured he would. But you had your arms crossed over your chest and a dark shade over your eyes, your thoughts turned sour in just a matter of moments.

“That isn’t-”

“Wasn’t what you meant. Sure. So that’s not why you’re always trying to protect me.” 

He was your best friend, and your closest ally in the world, so it stung even more painfully to realize that he probably wasn’t taking you seriously. You thought that whole saviour complex was just because it was who he was…but it pained you to think that he was only like that because he’s always needed to protect someone smaller than him. Someone who always clung to his arm when you were shy, and had him beat off the bullies when you couldn’t do it yourself. 

“…I don’t want to protect you because I think you’re weak.” 

Somehow, that sentiment aggravated you even more. You’d seldom ever got annoyed with Shoji, you couldn’t even remember the last time you fought–but you were certain he was just pitying you now, and treating you like you were still a child. In that moment you felt just like when you were kids, when you always needed somebody to stand up for you, and you were far past being over it. 

“Then why do you, Mezo? You shelter me more than anybody else. You’re always trying to keep me safe, even to the point of getting hurt yourself…why else would you do that?” 

But even so, your words came out with more venom than you wanted. Shoji finally moved away from the door completely, and walked towards you with heavy footsteps…but by the time he stood over you again, he still had that gentle look in his eyes, and you watched as the mouth on his tentacle hesitated a bit before speaking up again. 

“I want to help people who are weaker than I am. And I also want to help people that are strong, but still need someone to lean on. But you…I want to help you because I don’t want anyone else to do it in my place.” 

The room had been quiet before, but now you descended completely into silence. You hung off of Shoji’s words, no matter how tentative, because you really couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You couldn’t even grasp it fully, the meaning too vague…so he was forced to spell it out, his face growing hot underneath his mask. 

“I don’t protect you because you always need it. I do it because I want to be the one to save you if you do. And so, if anyone ever goes after you…”

His mouth drifted closer, lowering so it was level with yours, and the thought suddenly hit you that his behavior really didn’t make sense. He was always so much more protective, so much more dedicated, and so much more attached to you than anyone else. There couldn’t be a simple explanation for it…there could really only be one explanation. 

“…Then I can make sure they don’t get off easy, after hurting the one that I love.” 

If you thought it was silent before, after his confession you swore you could hear his heart beat from where you stood. Whatever you were thinking before was irrelevant, it felt like even the dull sting of your injuries had faded away with it. Shoji loved you, for how long you couldn’t tell, but he did–and you wouldn’t care if the floor crumbled beneath you and you realized this was all a dream, because it was something you didn’t think would ever feel so good. 

“I..I think I should go. I’m sorry..”

For someone that was so smart, and skilled, and incredible, he really could be totally oblivious sometimes. But you supposed it was his nerves that clouded his view of your reaction, and he thought your quiet shock was rejection…though fortunately that was remedied once you raised your hand, and gave his mask a gentle tug to pull it down his face, and over the mouth he always tried to hide. You hadn’t seen it in ages, it had been a while since you’d been alone for long enough for him to unveil it…but as scary as he thought his wide mouth and razor-sharp teeth were, you always found it to be one of the coolest things about his look. 

“I disagree. I think you should stay here…and I think you should wait until I’m all better, so we can go kick Bakugo’s ass together.” 

He nuzzled shyly into your hand as you cupped his face, but he still quivered as you leaned up on your tiptoes, to press an impossibly gentle kiss to his misshapen lips. You could feel the way he melted into it though, several pairs of hands coming down to hold you close while he gathered the courage to kiss you again, and several more times after that. 

Maybe you were still weak, after suffering such a horrible failure and bearing the marks for all to see. But it didn’t feel so bad when you had somebody that swore he would protect you, and keep you safe while you recovered…so you could find your strength again, and try your hand one more time at getting some payback.  

Cosplay goals

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader x Amajiki Tamaki

You said it couldn’t be done? Nothing is impossible and so on your birthday I give you this @katsukisprincess   Happy birthday Sky ^.^ 

Warings: Sexy time actions, quirkless gamer au, many gaming puns, Loosely based off of the actual GamerCon in San Diego.  

“N-no leave it on.”

You were ecstatic, basking in the middle of it all. Colorful screens, sounds of bullets being fired, hundreds of people congregated together to play, speak and have fun. You were at GamerCon! One of the most anticipated events by many die hard gamers and cosplayers. You had just received your NPC badge for the event. It didn’t matter that this was your fifth year volunteering, you still felt as excited as you did the first year. 

As a fresh faced noob at the con you were a bit shy but now you greeted all of your ‘Boss Monster’s’ and fellow NPC’s with a grin and a twirl. Why a twirl? Because after asking the head up’s all year you had finally been given permission to cosplay on the job. Everyone told you that you had done a fantastic job and as you continued walking around the Con people had stopped you asking for a picture. 

“Oh my gosh! It’s BaniKuin! Can I take a picture of you!” You couldn’t deny the geeks now could you? You were dressed as BaniKuin one of the many playable characters in a new CVG. The FPS game had blown up the first year it came out  and you were a die hard fan of it. You had spent a lot of money trying to perfect the costume you wore and you were extremely proud of it. Hell you looked exactly like the final boss, well post transformation….

You were on cloud nine and the costume wasn’t the only reason why. This year two of your favorite gamer’s were going to attend. And, you had begged to be assigned to the area they would be at. And the golden dragon seemed to smile upon you that day as ‘access was granted’. Shigaraki and Amajiki, both Japanese gamers and both very attractive. But you didn’t fangirl over them only due to their aesthetically pleasing appearance but because they were incredible. 

Shigaraki was the older of the pro-gaming duo. He had a very tragic past and poured his heart into gaming so much so that he was now living off playing games. He was constantly bullied over his skin condition and over the fact that he had only played video games. You admired how he told the world ‘fuck you’ and continued to pursue what had become his passion. 

Amajiki was the younger of the two being just as socially awkward as his senior. He was a cute man who loved fantasy and rpg’s. He was just a normal shy teen when he met Shigaraki. Apparently he was dragged to a gaming event by one of his friends and when a competition broke out his friend shoved him saying “Tamaki could beat him no problem!” Shigaraki wasn’t amused but he was impressed by his skill and soon after reached out to him to play the most popular MOBA game in the world. After that they just started to game together.

You liked to think it was because they both found comfort in having someone just as awkward around. You loved them both they were so real and Incredible. You binged there channel whenever you had free time. You loved watching Shigaraki destroy his enemies and Amajiki’s walkthroughs were a lifesaver when you were stuck in a game. You were the one who anonymously suggested they have the video of the start of their partnership on their front page…. You squealed when they actually did it. 

And as if they couldn’t get even more amazing they both got into ‘Freedom Sky’! They zoomed through the gamemode and quickly rose ranks in the multiplayer part of the game. The game was one they both enjoyed and usually played together. You thought the video of there first time playing it was cute. Shigaraki was vehemently against playing something that sounded so cute but once the disk was in his third eye was wide open. 

The game was utter madness and violence. It was just enough gore to get Shigaraki grinning. That and you had screenshot the part in which Amajiki got competitive his eyebrows furrowing into a glare, his tongue darting out to lick at his dry lips as he crushed monster after monster. Your favorite part was when Shigaraki paused the game and looked over at Amajiki “I didn’t think you’d be into a game like this.” Amajiki’s response was more than enough to heat up your face and make your coochie tingle. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.” and, he had the sexiest smirk on his face as he noticed his kills were higher than Shigaraki. 

Damn you really loved them. Hell if it wasn’t for you getting tipped off that they were going to attend you would have never cosplayed as their favorite character. Yes BaniKuin was one of the only characters they both liked. Usually their taste differed in characters but when she came out as the final boss in the game play they lost it. Amajiki’s jaw dropped at the incredible graphics the character was gorgeous the long bunny ears perched on her head making her look incredibly fragile and innocent. Hell she even came in a flurry of butterflies. 

Shigaraki wasn’t that impressed thinking that a cute girl as the final boss wasn’t fitting for the gruesome game. Well that was until he had his ass handed to him by the queen. She wrecked them easily dismembering them. The you lost screen flashed across the screen millions of times and Shigaraki became obsessed with defeating her. When he succeeded… “Ha! Take that you bunny bitch! Choke on my fucking cock hoe you just lost! Now release all the BunkinS!” Needless to say this made Amajiki wheeze and soon their gaming room was filled with BaniKuin merch.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked to the table where they sat. There they were all in their amazing glory. Shigaraki had a bored look on his face, his head resting on his hand as he looked over the various fans. Whenever someone came up he’d swiftly check them out before signing whatever it was they brought. Amajiki had a permanent blush on his face as people tried flirting with him, his signature shakey. He never got over the fact that they were quite popular. Taking in a deep breath you walked closer to their ‘booth’. 

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