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Big Shiggy Daddy Ch 9

Moth Shigaraki is such a good daddy (yes he is an actual father to a trap daughter), but a mean yandere, even though you are his favorite darling.

Warning: Yandere Mothman Shigaraki/TumorAFO, toxic behavior, pussy licking, bulging, knotting references, cussing, incel rats, ROUGH NSFW

You get to meet the rat king. yay! Nothing like threatening to be bred and then eaten to motivate you to "doctory" things for the mischief. Human Shigaraki engages in a dangerous mind game of cat and mouse with his insect counterpart.

Ch. 8<previous

Chapter 9

You are squeezing the girl too tight.

"What are they saying?" She asks in a hoarse hushed whisper. It had been days of grueling travel. They had been feeding you things you can't eat and trash they find.

"They are discussing how best to eat us," you say truthfully. The giant rats were saying many things as they fought amongst themselves. You turn to Mr. Chew on your shoulder, "Can't you tell them not to eat us? Aren't you a prince or an alpha or whatever?"

"I might have exaggerated my standing in the community," he squeaked.

"I heard them say, Lightfoot. Isn't that your name?"

"We are all called Lightfoot," Mr. Chew confessed. You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips.

"I just lost so much respect for you," you hissed at him. He had the decency to look ashamed. You hand him to Eri, "If I shout run, you run. Follow Mr. Chew. He will take you to safety."

"What are you going to do?" she asked fretfully.

"I'm going to talk to them because that is all I can do. They are fast with the jaw strength to bite through swords. If it doesn't go well, run," you tell her standing and addressing the giant rats, "Hi. Thank you so much for rescuing us. We can find our way from here."

"You are not going anywhere. Lightfoot said you are a rat doctor," the one you rode hissed. Your blood freezes. The little fucker exaggerates a lot.

"I am a rat doctor. How can I help?" You ask politely. Panicking mentally and ready to run.

"The King is ill. It is Lightfoot's job to find a cure. Instead, he found us a doctor," the other hissed. That one clearly held no value in 'doctors.' After what you just went through, you kind of get it.

"I already explained it to you, dumb cunt! We can't find a cure if we don't know why he's sick! I swear, all women can think about are shiny things," Mr. Chew snarled at the female rat.

"Shiny thing! Where?" The one that didn't like doctors asked, whipping her head around. This was just sad. You look to the one you rode in on.

"Look, buddy. I have a child here and another one waiting at home for me. Can't I go home and gather some basic equipment and medicine?" You begged. He narrowed his beady eyes and loomed.

"Look, buddy. You are not going anywhere except to the mountains. I only stopped to let you feed and dispel waste. Humans are gross like that. The King will decide what to do with you. Don't even think about running, or I will have Lightfoot here chase you down and eat you. We are everywhere," he hissed. You look around at the forest. Glassy eyes in hues of red and black watch you.

"What is with people in this world and kidnapping!" you scream. They cringe from you, then ignore you as they forage. You huddle with Eri and Mr. Chew, "What have you gotten me into, you little rat bastard?"

"You kiss your pig with that mouth?" Mr. Chew hissed. You give him a withering look. He manages to stop looking proud, "It was the only way they would help. I want to get back to the little goddess too." You can tell it hurt that his pride he had to get others to help. Looking at the massive rats, you are starting to understand where Shigaraki was coming from. A gigantic rat is hard to run and impossible to hide from. They can get into any hidey holes you find.

"What are his symptoms? It will help if I know what they are," you address Mr. Chew.

"If it's nonhereditary, I can help," Eri meekly added.

"Really?" You asked, surprised.

"I can rewind. But I need to practice a lot beforehand. Otherwise, I can erase a person from existence," she said. Eyebrows arching and wondering how impulsive you were?

"I honestly don't know. The King said he was ill and to find a cure. We're rats. We don't micromanage every task," Mr. Chew said. You stare at him. Rats are interesting and frustrating.

"Eri, did you want to stay? Is there a place you want to go to? Family?" You ask. She shifted nervously.

"I learned a long time ago there isn't a place for me in society. When things get bad, the most vulnerable get trampled on. It doesn't matter. I am happy for this brief pause, but I will never be free. I will be taken or given back. We will never be truly free," she stated.

"Holy shit. That's dark as fuck," you respond. Poor girl has lost all hope. It doesn't matter if she is an adult. A person with no hope needs help. Even Mr. Chew agreed that it was a fucked-up response. You wish you were smarter and knew the solution. You smile and cup her face.

"You are probably right. Let's try our best for as long as possible. Together let's blow on that ember of hope. I have to get back to my daughter. But if I can give you a breather, I will try my hardest to make it last as long as possible," you tell her. The rat's hand your various things and a raw squirrel. You feel so screwed and not in a good way. Mr. Chew suddenly throws himself at you.

"Hold on!" he squeaked. You all clutch and scream as the world shakes violently. Trees fall over as the massive rats cover you with their bodies. You can't tell which is more terrifying. The press of warm bodies, claws, and teeth surrounds you. Or the fact this is exactly like that night on the bridge.

"We are so close I can barely stand it. Whoa, what was that?" Compress asked.

"Despite the precautions, Chouka and I are influencing this plane. We must hurry and finish the sigils," he rasps. He checks on Chouka, who is sleeping in the back of the van. He does not want her to hear what he will say next.

"I have a mission for you. Ironically, you are one of the few I can trust despite you being one of the weakest and the least I have in common with," he began. Compress narrowed those soft brown eyes.

"Charming as ever. Are you sure you don't want to give this task to Spinner?"

"Spinner is easily manipulated. You are not. You are going home with Chouka. The demi-god will attack us. You will escape with Chouka and see after her. I do not trust Dabi or the others. Then, once you have my mate back, you will send her alone to fetch me. She will not affect this world, she can navigate it, and Chouka will be her motivation to return. Before you think you can leave me here. Keep in mind this earthquake reverberates in our world stronger the longer I stay and how that will affect your family. Unlike the others, I know your blood legacy matters the most. I will let you have the first pick of the females once this is over," he was about to continue when he felt a clawing at the back of his mind. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he takes a shaky breath. His knees grow weak.

"Shigaraki!" he hears Compress shout in worry somewhere in the distance. The falling sensation lasts too long. Fury courses through him, that bastard! His mind rages. He's sitting on the couch, pouring more liquor in your coffee mug as you drunkenly play video games with Chouka.

Across from him, sitting cross-legged and relaxed, is his human self. Smirking, arrogant, and pleased as punch.

"Mom, you have to jump over them!"

"I'm trying. Which button jumps again?"

"The green one! Press the green one. You're drinking too much!" Chouka accuses.

"Nuh-uh! I'm drinking just the right amount. See! I cleared this level like a god!" You shouted, jumping up like a victorious child. You stumble onto his lap and shake your mug at him. Kissing him over his face to get him to give you a little more. He goes with the memory because he wants to be calm when he talks to his human self, and this is a pleasant one.

"Far from godlike, my mate. Only a little more then it's bedtime," he announced as he ran his claws up your back. Pouring you a shot in your mug of Kahlua and milk. It smells more like Vodka than coffee at this point.

"Awwww," both Chouka and you whine. You pull close to his ear.

"If you give me a healthier pour and I will play with daddy extra hard today," you whisper, with a wiggle of your ass. He growls and pours you a lot more. You give a naughty kiss, deep with your sweet tongue tangling with his, much to Chouka's disgust. Her face wrinkled in a mock version of his own. You jump up to play more with Chouka, and he smacks your ass on the way. You giggle and plop down next to Chouka, who is instructing for the third time on the controls.

Shigaraki looks over and locks eyes with the human. Narrowing them in anger, he can't be fucking around here, sigils don't carve themselves, and time can run like sand. Even if it's a blink of an eye in his mind, he still needs to be quick on the outside world.

"Oh, so you can see me. Good. I was hoping to have a conversation. However, I had no idea if I would be able to remain outside of your body. In fact, there is a lot I want to know," Human Shigaraki smirks, holding up his cell phone.

"What a stupid face. You are so predictable. I see you brought a prop with you. I must answer your questions, or you will call the heroes. It's based that you have others do your dirty work. How are you different from Sensei again?" Shigaraki said, crossing his arms and flicking his antennae.

"Well, you ruined the surprise. I am and am not Sensei and Tomura. I'm simply Shigaraki. I have determined you are real. A hacker found your tacks all over my phone. The important thing is if you are real, then the child and woman are likely real. We don't have to be in opposition. I merely wish to come to an understanding and agreement."

Moth Shigaraki rumbles with a deep growl. His human alternative sounds so reasonable. It annoys him to no end.

"You feeble-minded fool. You embraced Sensei, and now I don't even recognize myself. If you want me and what's mine, you will have to come get me, weak little bitch," he snarled.

The human's eyes widened, and that stupid grin faltered around the edges. It is easy to antagonize Sensei when he believes you are already under his thumb. He stood and smoothed down the front of his suit before lunging at him.

"Rude! I wanted to be civil. One way or another, all that you have will be mine," he bellowed. Shigaraki mentally braced himself while opening himself to the human. His body seized, causing extreme pain even in the memory. The human is confused as he looks at his insect body. How is he suddenly in this body?

"This shouldn't have happened," human Shigaraki mumbled. Examining his claws.

"What was that?" You asked. Turning back to the game when he ignored you, examining how solid he is and mystified how real this feels.

"That's because up until now, you have been invading undisciplined minds. You can stay here for the moment while I work. Enjoy yourself. It's one of the few times she's not being a deceitful brat. It's always 'why' with this one. Perhaps spending some time with her will break you of your obsession," Mothman Shigaraki says, voice fading from above like a ghost.

Stepping back, Moth Shigaraki watches. He needs to get back to Chouka and Compress, but it is crucial to see his opponent's strength. It's not long before the human is manipulating the memory. That is not good. It means he must concentrate on keeping an accurate version of you while remaining invisible.

"Time for bed," the human in his body announced too early. Oh, he knows exactly how you would react while drunk.

"What? We just started a new campaign. Let us finish at least," you whined. Sensei Shig got impatient, standing, crossing his arms in an obvious threat. He likely wanted to screw and get back to call the heroes on him. Sensei Shigaraki shakes his head and puffs his ruff. Sensei is as greedy as ever. Instead of leaving, Sensei stays so he can continue to covet his life.

"Mommy, it's ok. I'll go get ready for bed," Chouka said with nervous disappointment twisting her delicate features. She ran off while you continued to give him a death stare. When Chouka was out of earshot, you hissed and rose like a pit viper at him. Crossing your arms as you stubbornly stand up to him.

"What the fuck is your problem? You accuse me of being a shit parent, and then when I'm trying to bond with my child, you end it early. Why? Are you just that petty? Fucking finger biter," you spat at him like venom. Sensei Shig winced.

"I bit your finger, and you still talk to me like this?"

"Yeah, because despite what you think, I am a parent first. I struggled because kids cost money, and it's not like you ever paid me child support. You promised now that I'm here, I can be the mom I was meant to be. Yet, you are being an asshole when I was just starting to have fun. When I was just finding you to be bearable. Fucking taint face, shitty butterfly, scabbed trash," you fumed. Sensei's eyes widened, and he burst out laughing.

"Woman. Either you are stupid or incredibly brave," he growls back. Finishing your drink first, an act that would have put Moth Shigaraki on alert. When you are drunk, you get vicious and reckless. He will not be kicked on the dick again. You lean in close, narrowing your eyes.

"We know I can be both," you warned.

You tensed for a fight. He knows you will slam that mug against his temple if the human pushes you too far. Moth Shigaraki is careful with your emotions. Having years of experience with his grub. Patience is key with brats. For the most part, you are obedient, a lie that frustrates him because he must monitor you instead of you truly knowing your place.

The human in his body grins, his shark's smile large enough to bite off your head. Chouka runs in, placing the memory back on its original track, which is best. Fiddling with memories too much creates mistakes in what happened.

"You guys aren't fighting, are you?" She asked in a tiny voice. You spin, immediately changing the tone of your voice to one of exuberance and delight.

"Naw, we're all good. Let's braid your hair," you say to her and then glare at him before ushering Chouka towards her room. Moth Shig needed to add the glare. It makes it natural. He releases the reigns and allows this to play out. Truthfully, he knows there is nothing he could do to himself or Sensei to deter him from you. He sees something that confuses and disturbs him deeply. Sensei Shig grabs you by the wrist.

"I am sorry. I was impatient to be with you. I'm eager to please you," he says, gently caressing your hair. His claws lightly scrape over your scalp, sending tingles down your spine, making you shudder and blush. This vexed his moth self to no end. He had a hard time getting you to give him a genuine reaction that wasn't fear and anger. Not that he minds, but it's annoying the inferior human is eliciting a different response.

Watching to smile and flirt. You did it in the past too, but it seems different somehow with him, and he doesn't like it. What he hates most is your reactions are what his mind interprets, or in this case, what he is letting the human do. The transition was subtle, and he had not felt it. When he dropped the reigns, the human picked them up.

"Y-y-y-you're apologizing to me. Ok, who are you, and what have you done with Shiggy daddy?"

Shigaraki is more troubled by this. That was a natural response to this Shigaraki that he did not create. Sensei Shig doesn't know you well enough for such a natural response. He will observe a little longer to understand this one's psychological quirk, then leave him to it.

"You are adorable and never dull. What is your quirk? What is your name? Where are you?" Sensei Shig bombarded you with questions. You cock your head at him and narrow your eyes.

"Yeah, of course, I'm adorable. My quirk is useless and none of your damn business. You should already know my name. I have no idea where I am. This place is nuts. You're acting nuts. Come on. Let's put Chouka to bed already, and then we can play together," you grin suggestively.

Rage! He understands now. Shigaraki did not feel it until he actively looked for it. Tendrils of magic, thin as thread, are splintering in his mind searching for information and gathering them into this avatar of you. Now that he felt them, he permanently severed those threads in certain areas. Anything that has to do with Chouka is cut off completely. Your past is his. He will not share that with him.

"Hmmm, strange. This won't be easy. How troublesome," Sensei mumbles to himself.

"What are you talking about? I'm being a good girl despite you," you grumble. His attention is brought back to you. Sensei smiles kindly, making you shudder in fear.

"No, no, it's not you at all. Here, allow me to make it up to you. Have a little more, and tomorrow I will step back and let you have as much fun with the little one as you like," he rasped, gently caressing your cheeks. You jump up to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. Shigaraki cannot bare to watch this. He has to be a real father.

Gasping, he jerks awake. Compress, and Chouka hovered over him with worried expressions.

"Daddy!" Chouka threw herself at him weeping.

"What was that about?" Compress asked with a hint of interest.

"I fly in the ointment. We need to hurry. He will only be distracted for so long. I made it stretch out longer. But he will summon the Demi-god here. He's spiteful, if nothing else. Chouka, I want you to stay in the van and keep gathering energy. Just like I taught you. Your mind is a cup in the universe," he rasped.

"My mind is infinite and will not overflow. I know, daddy. I'm scared. I used premonition. I need you, daddy. I don't want to go back with Mister. I will be all alone," she started weeping. He growled but held her tight. Rocking her like he did when she was a grub. His heart swells at Chouka's soft little embrace.

"You cannot do that anymore. Daddy takes the burden of seeing the future. Not you. You are so young and frail. What you saw needs to happen. So, daddy can protect you and mommy. Then you can have a future full of safety and fun. I made you, and it's the least I owe my most precious little one," he coos.

Mr. compress is growing weepy and sentimental, watching the moth people purring and chirping at each other. A sweet love language between father and daughter he doesn't want to break up. But time is of the essence. They can't just mark the dirt. They have to gouge the earth and fill it with cement and a unique magical mixture, so the chain is complete and doesn't blow away. They had been toiling for days before the crew came along.

"Ahem," Mr. Compress coughs. Shigaraki lets Chouka down and continues with the task at hand. His cock is getting painfully hard at Sensei Shig playing in the back of his head. The fool has no idea how long he is spending in there.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Compress asks, pointing to his tented pants when they are in the last stretch.

"Badly so. Listen. This will be Chouka's first time jumping. Which means do not be surprised by the time differential?

"What? By how much?"

"Depends. It's like jumping off a moving train. Timing to jump off is everything. You may lose weeks or months," He shrugged. Compress looked stressed but continued with the work.

"I can't help him," you whisper to Mr. Chew. The rat king was not what you were anticipating. You thought it was a council of rats with their tails tied, like what your rat kings are referenced on Earth. Perhaps a community illness. But no, of course not. It's a giant three-headed rat that dwarfs the others. He's the size of a jeep, his white muzzles twitching, with fierce red eyes that gleam at you.

"Well, you better think of a way, you stupid-gak!" he squeaks when you grip him around the middle bringing him to your face.

"Say the next words, and I'm punting you across the…cave," you mumbled around the clothe you use to cover your mouth. The smell of rat urine and feces is overwhelming. Poor Eri puked, "I can't help him because he is just old."

"We live in a world of magic, you dumb….female. As you can see, two of his heads are fading, but the third is still vital. Put on a show of doing doctory things. If he dies, we are all dead. Put on a show, then have the kid do her thing. Trust me, the guy that is up to be rat king will eat you alive once he's done. This guy has been the best King in the past sixty years. He's let half his mischief survive," Mr. Chew states.

"Seriously? This is worse than Hawks. He mouth-raped me and threatened to drop me. Which I prefer to being eaten alive," you hissed at him.

"I need to practice a bit, but I can reverse him just enough to get us out of here. Buy him ten more years. Stall him, please," Eri whispered.

"He would only eat you after you brooded a couple of litters. Not at all if you produce a female. You're always so negative," Mr. Chew grumbled. Your eyes widen in shock. Processing his words.

"A little human female. It's been ages since I've seen one of those," the most lively head said, squinting to see. The blind head on the far left lifted and sniffed.

"Really? Is she pretty? Not that it matters. I always liked how they squealed when we thrust into them," He coughs.

"Gnasher, stop. You're scaring the nice rat doctor," the first head to speak said.

"She can't understand us. Rat doctor. What a lie. Kill whoever lied and breed out the female to Steel teeth," the middle head said. Oh, fuck no! Your mind shouted.

"Excuse me. I've taken years of veterinary education. Whereas I'm not a rat doctor per se, I am familiar with Rattus norvegicus biology," that's not a lie. You worked with plenty of lab rats. All three heads gasped.

"She can speak our language. I am Heart. I temper the other two. The middle head is Mull, the Alpha head, and the one at the end is Gnasher. He is a great warrior. Come closer, Doctor. If you are to examine us," Heart beckoned sweetly.

You must make a show of this, your mind repeated as you approached the scary rats. Desperately trying to push Shigaraki's words aside. 'Magical creatures can breed with anything. One time my friend screwed a…,' a what? Oh no, a what? A rat?

Hearts whiskers twitched rapidly as he sniffed at you. Eyes hooded, he looked sweet and friendly. Leaning into any touch as you examined his ears, eyes, and teeth. You looked into his nose. He did seem relatively healthy. The middle head barely moved, and the third was vicious.

"Who is Steel?" you asked absently since all are called Lightfoot.

"Me," A giant black ridged monster growled from the shadows, "You look tender. A bit small for a breeder, but we shall see." You shuddered and made a big show of looking the rat king over.

"I'll need to run some tests, but I think we can help," you stalled.

"Then help now or prepared to be mounted for hours straight by the court," Steel sneered. You cringed from him. You did not want to be mounted by anything here. You look to Eri, who nods she is ready.

"My assistant here will use her healing magic to cure your Rattus gutta Vetus," you say, stringing together latin words. You turn to Eri and whisper, "You don't have to do this. We can try to run."

She shakes her head. A part of you is relieved and scared. So many things can go wrong. Eri stepped up to the rat king with you following close. You will grab her and Mr. Chew to run if anything goes wrong. Worse, you will have to use your quirk if you have any chance of escaping. It's been so long, and you are racked with stress. It won't work.

Far away, Shigaraki was busy with his new toy. After the last time, he hunted down mind manipulation quirks. He had been practicing, using it just for this moment. He believes he has the perfect facsimile of the real you pulled from memories and impressions of you from this mind. He was surprised at how mouthy you are yet physically compliant.

The more questions he asked you, the more frustrated he was getting, however. This fact-finding mission was going poorly. You had prepared the child for bed, or more accurately, the thin air. This body was more experienced with mind games. Any questions about the child was met with a brush-off. Same with your quirk and any information about your whereabouts.

"What is with you today? You are not usually this curious. I have to be honest. It's harshing my buzz to the point I would rather fuck than answer another damn question," you sigh. Crossing your arms and looking off into space.

"If you had answered a single one, I would be done already," he growled.

"Why should I? Not only do you know this already you never answer any of my questions. Like why are you so obsessed with me? Why did you have to kill my parents? Why is my quirk so important to you? Why, why, why, and ultimately none of it matters because you have me trapped here. Ugh, I fucking hate you. I hate how you are being such an unnecessary asshole. I hate how you raped me and stole me from my life only to torture me with a bunch of fucking questions," you snapped at him.

Grabbing your blankets and rolling away from him in the giant nest. That outburst was surprisingly more effective than his previous interrogations. It had a tidbit of information that would give him clues about who you are. This Shigaraki had killed your family and raped you. There will be police reports on that. A nice little paper trail to you and his child. A minor slip-up that could prove fruitful.

He explored the place to let you cool down. Outside was blank. The door at the end of the hall wouldn't open. He is sure of it now. This body is more experienced, and his insect self has edited information he could use. He shouldn't be playing around here for too long.

After La Brava hacked his phone, he has a damn good idea where his insect self will be. He tried to get her to hack the cell that he forwarded to. La Brava screeched in frustration at how it was impossible.

"It's like it's in another dimension! Please, don't hurt us, demon lord!" She cried.

"I would never discard someone so useful. We will call on you another time," he had dismissed La Brava.

The mystery deepened, and it excited him to no end. Did Kataro, father, have a secret love child? That would have been interesting but not as fun. When it pointed more and more to another dimension, he wanted more. He watches you grumbling and trying to ignore him as he sits on the lip of the nest.

"I must leave. If I capture this one, I can discover more about you than here where he has too much sway," he tells you. You shift to look at him with large sad eyes.

"I don't know what you are talking about. But it sounds like you are ditching me. Don't you at least want to try to have a good time? I'm really trying here. The best thing about you is the sex, daddy. So, won't you stay and try with me?" You question with your pouty lips. He becomes fixated and hard at the vision of you begging on your knees in front of him.

Your hand strokes up his muscular thigh, and he tenses at your touch. He should go, but something about you is too enticing. He can't put a finger on it, but you pluck at his heart like a carrion bird with all your cute flutters and daring squawking.

"You know I could hurt you in ways you can't even imagine, yet you talk to me like an equal," he rasps with a deep rumble. You narrow your eyes, scrunching your face into a grimace, and lift your hand with a missing pinky.

"As if I could forget," you growled rolling your eyes at him.

Squeaking in surprise, he grabs you by the throat and clutches the back of your head by your hair. Forcing your face up to him, thumb digging in your jaw to part those pouty lips. Plunging his tongue in deep. Careful when he realized his tongue was much longer than a human's. He has you gasping and moaning against his mouth.

He pushes you back, pressing his body down on yours, wedging his knee between your thighs, making your body open to him. Your flavor is sweet and earthy, like crystal dew clinging to a moss-covered forest. He feels something primal in him awaken. His wings spread wide, flapping as he grinds into you. Images of breaking free from silk. Wet and re-born for destruction.

He dries his wings in the moonlight, an eye out for harpies and driders. Two things set his blood on fire. Hunting and Mating. Shigaraki gains control of himself enough to pull away.

Using his claws, he tears the front of your dress open. Then he rips his pants off with a vicious tear that fills the room. Chest heaving, breath hot with heated desire for you, hovering over you rhythmically fluttering his wings beyond his understanding. You grin up at him with lust-filled eyes.

"Mine," he snarls.

He's seen that look in others. But they all wanted something from him, like wealth, power, or fame. Not you. You want his cock. It sends a shiver of desire to his core, causing his steel-hard cock to drip on your sex. You do something so lewd it spikes red hot passion through him. You rub his cum on your flesh, running up between your beasts before slowly licking your fingers with your tiny tongue.

You are so much smaller than him. In this body, he has to be about seven feet again. This had been a problem for AFO in the past. But he knows that he has been breaking you in properly every night. He has missed dwarfing a lover, and another part always wanted to try it. Your dirty little act and a few kisses are not enough for his insatiable need. He is hungry for your flavor.

Roughly grabbing you, he sets your knees on his shoulders on either side of his head. Clamping his mouth over your entire small pussy, he grips your waist and forces you down harder on his mouth. You yelped in alarm, clutching handfuls of his hair and an antenna. He grunted in pain, but he wasn't going to stop. He is strong enough to do this to you all day. That yelp turned into giggles of delight.

You reached up and pressed your palms to the ceiling, pushing yourself deeper into his mouth. He growled and thought, "Good girl." His tongue plunges into your tight hole. As a human, he's sucked dick and eaten pussy, not caring for it much. He prefers receiving. Individuals vary slightly, but the flavor is always salty, tangy, or heady, with a slight sweetness.

In this body, your pussy is like candy. Yes, tangy and salty, but the thing he tastes most is honeyed fresh figs. Oh god, he loved it. He felt like a starved hummingbird. Darting his tongue in and out to lap up as much of your nectar as possible. Swallowing noisily as you start to drip down his throat.

"Ah, Daddy, slow down," you moan, writhing on his face. A deep rumbling growl joins his twisting tongue. You moan and pant louder as the vibrations of his voice box hit your swollen clit. You are making the cutest bucks of your hips as your legs begin to shake. He licks over your velvety walls harder.

"Ah, daddy, daddy, too much," you whine as your walls constrict on his tongue. A rush of your juice pours into his mouth. Give me more. He snarls unintelligibly in your cunt. Pushing his tongue deeper into your cumming pussy. Slurping every drop as you squirm, yanking at his waterfall of long white hair.

"Please, Shiggy daddy, it's too much," you cried.

He relented as the flow of your honey slowed to a trickle. He lifts you enough to lathe his tongue over your puffy slick slit one last time. You look so pretty, like a fully blossomed flower. He grips your thigh and swings you down to impale you on his painfully throbbing cock. You scream so loud you could wake the dead.

In the real world, he will be gentle. He will take you in ways that will break your body and soul in this vestige. You claw with your blunt little nails for purchase. Watching a bulge form between your hips as his cock goes deeper.

You tremble and cry, but the exquisite way your body takes him has him falling to his knees. Giving and crushing inch by inch. You lay limp on the pillows, trembling, panting, and covering your eyes with your arm. Your hitching breaths and silent tears tell him he is causing you discomfort. In a moment of kindness and memory lapse, he pauses.

"Is this too much for my mouthy brat?" He asks, panting. You shyly look at him from over your arm. He cares for you and your comfort. He doesn't understand why perhaps because you are trying to get along with the other half of his offspring rather than curry favor with the demon lord.

"No. I can keep going. Just…that was a little rougher than normal," you blush. He smirks. There you go, being beautiful and sweet again to a monster.

"You are so cute. I will let you adjust," he rasps. Shoving himself deep into your silky resistive walls. He knows he is kissing your cervix by how to shake from the pressure. You tighten, trying to push him out, but there is no chance of that happening, "We truly adore you."

"Who's we?" you asked. Shigaraki ignores you. He's being kind and letting your body have a moment to recover from his brutal attention. Leaning down, he licks and nips around your neck and chest. This body craves the salt on your tender flesh. He could drink your tears like champagne. Craves your worship above all others. After leaving a necklace of love bites, he lifts back to his knees, holding out his hands for you.

"Give me your wrists. This will hurt, but I want to experience this once without it being messy."

Your face knits in concern, your brows touching, as you do as you are told. Coyly you place your hands in his. He grips them and begins to pull you violently against his thrusting hips. You mewled but took it. The contact of your bodies made a loud slapping sound. He can see your thighs and pussy reddening. Each sweet impact causes a mini explosion of pleasure.

Your tits are pressed together like this jiggle and bounce. He's big enough to lean down and suck them, so he does, quickly leaning down and sucking both hard nipples in his mouth. Shigaraki's thrusts must become more swallow for this, but he loves it. Your moans turned from gasping pain to breaths of pleasure. You giggle as the feelers he has no control over tickle at your neck.

"Daddy, no tickle torture," you whined. Your walls stroke him like burning coals with your struggles. The tantalizing bell tones of your laughter run down his spine in shivers of delight to his core. His thrusting increases in tempo as the embers of bliss pop in him, setting his blood on fire. Flaring with the pump of his heart. Heating to the tip of his claws from the bundle building in his center.

"Dammit, Shiggy, that tickles so much it almost hurts more than your cock. Keep it up, and I'm going to piss on you," you hiss with more hitching moans.

"Go ahead. I dare you. This feels too good. I'm not going to stop, whiny brat," he growls around your pert nipples. Bucking deeper into your warmth. A fire is kindling in you as well. Your greedy pussy is getting tighter and wetter by the second.

You are pulling the flames of desire straight out of him. Hotter, and hotter. He is melting into you. It's painful. He's burning so hot, heart and head pounding as he humps you with a desperate need for release.

He erupts without warning in ecstasy. He throws his head back, roaring with indescribable ache and white-hot pleasure. His curtain of hair floated with the dancing of his beating wings. His eyes roll, teeth clicking, heart pounding with the pulse of his spasming hot cock knotted deep in you. His groggy mind feels possessed with satisfaction. As if he had just completed a primal necessity. The sensations are renewed when your silky walls grip like a fist on his knot.

"AHHHHH, Daddy!" You screamed. Writhing against him as his hips rotate, getting what little extra friction he can while firmly tied to you. Jets of cum shoot into your welcoming cunt, so much a mixture of both your juices run down his thighs and your ass like a waterfall.

His eyes lock onto your pained lewd face, gasping hot breath, back arching to him, while your chest heaves. It is a beautiful sight he wants etched in his mind. Your tight little body milks him while coaxing shivers of bliss from his core. You look broken and destroyed by him. It forces him to think of ways to hunt down the real you.

How is it fair this insect found relief from the hungry itch? It consumes us while we work so damn hard. We do everything, and yet we have nothing to show for it. Look at this body. It's perfection. It is strong enough to hold us. We should take it, His mind seethed.

Your whimpers bring his fucked-out mind back. He releases his grip. Ashamed that he has bruised the delicate skin on your wrists. With shaky arms, you reach up and wrap around his neck. Nuzzling against his chest, his fur clinging to your sweating flesh. A waft of citrus annoyed him. This body even smelled better!

Shigaraki didn't feel like leaving yet. You are still snuggly around his knot and cuddling him like a lover. It feels too good to be worshiped like this. He deserves to be worshipped like this. Tangling his claws in your damp hair, inhaling your scent, rumbling purrs, and coos. A strange thing that comes naturally without effort on his part. Sore, body aching from his attentions.

"Why are you not pregnant? Are you on contraceptives?" He wonders aloud, feeling his seed pool between the two of you. The moment the words slipped past his lips, he felt a spike of pain run through him. An overwhelming pressure of hate baring down on him like a physical presence. He feels himself being expelled once again from you and this vestige world.

"Contraceptive? What are contraceptives?" Shigaraki questions Mr. Compress in the physical world.

Who shrugs and continues to order the construction crew about. Shigaraki will ask the praying mantis when he comes. Although he has a sneaking suspicion what it is, and he is enraged you tricked him. It distracted him and released the bastard human too soon. It's too late now.

He's exhausted and thankful his hard-on is finally gone. He has been unable to touch his daughter because of the damn thing. It hurt to the point he thought it might fall off. He crawls into the van and snuggles next to Chouka before the dawn light touches him. Tomorrow was the big day.

The demon lord sat up, gasping for air. Confused as he looked around the hospital room.

"Shigaraki, you are awake," Spinner fretted. Pain, a spike of a dull ache, throbbed in every joint.

"What the hell happened?" He mumbled.

"That is what we would like to know. I found you passed out in your office with some satanic-looking stuff around. I couldn't wake you. The doctors said you were severely dehydrated. Which should be impossible," Spinner answered.

Yes, it should have been impossible with his regeneration. Sudden panic set in. Had he been bested by a lowly insect?

"What day is it?" He asked, jolting upright and regretting it.

"It's Friday. You've been out for three days," Spinner looked to the door to call a doctor.

"That sneaky bug. He is much cleverer than I thought. Even at full regeneration, I won't be able to stop them in time. Not with his strength and other unknown quirks. Spinner, hand me my phone," he ordered, his hoarse throat cracking his voice.

Spinner was quick and obedient as always. He might have died without knowing until it was too late if he had not found him. He finds the number he was looking for. With shaky hands, he waits for an answer.

"Hello," the familiar voice with a light crybaby lilt answered.

"Izuku Midoriya. It's your good friend, the Demon Lord," he rasped with a cheerful mock. Deku sighed. He could hear Deku rubbing his temples over the phone and relished it.

"What do you want, Shigaraki?" Deku snarked.

"Is that any way to talk to a good buddy? After all, I was calling to help you out. A family member of mine plans to commit a crime in your territory. Normally I wouldn't get involved, but I suspect his wife and daughter are with him. I'm asking for their safe return and to go easy during the arrest. He is very precious to me and as well as to Nana Shimura," he explained casually. There was a long eerie silence before Deku answered.

"I can't arrest someone until they commit a crime. Give me the address, and we'll keep an eye on things," Deku groaned.

"Absolutely. You will take care not to kill him, yes?"

"What kind of question is that? We both know you're the killer out of the two of us. Call my agency to leave the details. Talking to you makes my flesh crawl," Deku sneered before hanging up.

He laid back down and forced his regeneration quirk. He should have you and his daughter in his arms when he wakes up. Shigaraki smirked at the dimly lit white ceiling.

"What was that about?" Spinner asked.

"Never mind. Spinner, old friend, be a dear and prepare a cell deep underground for a special guest. Also, see that my interior designer makes a room cozy for a civilian woman. Not a whore, and another for a child of about eight or ten. But make sure both are escape proof," he rasped, drifting to sleep. Spinner looked concerned but did as instructed. He closes his eyes and wonders what you are doing right now.

"Swarm the city," you ordered the rats. Your voice boomed like a thousand beasts roaring. They would never dream of disobeying the animal queen's orders. You and Eri needed time to prepare for your arrival. She hugged you tighter on top of the rat king's back.

"Now that's being a true alpha bitch," Mr. Chew praised.

Chapter 10: The train

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