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featherstorm2004 · 4 months

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Nana Shimura's guilt

Ok, so I'm sure plenty of people have noticed that in the latest chapter Nana has been insisting that Izuku must kill Shigaraki and that he's a wall that Izuku doesn't have to climb over. And I want to discus that as whilst I certainly don't agree with her, I find her reasons for such a perspective to be fascinating.

But let's begin with a trend I've noticed in any chapters where Nana and the vestiges talk about Shigaraki, and that's the fact that despite originally agreeing to go along with Izuku's wish to save Shigaraki they constantly refer to him as an 'it' or a 'thing' more often describing him as something less then human. And whilst it may not be surprising for the others to refer to him this way, it is incredibly disturbing that Nana his own grandmother seems the most determined to remove Shigaraki's humanity.

In fact it appears to be a theme that anyone who had a personal stake in how Shigaraki came to be are the one's most determined to ignore any sign of personhood inside him. This can be seen with Grand Torino, who despite having come to the realisation that his and Nana's decision was a mistake, seems to double down and tries to convince Izuku that killing Tomura is the better option; hell, literally the moment Shigaraki's identity is reviled he is the one to convince All Might that he isn't worth saving and that no matter his bloodline he's still a villain.

And he says this with full confidence despite the fact All For One outright told them both that he deliberately groomed Shigaraki to hate All Might and only chose him to mess with his enemy.

Even All Might chose to give up on Shigaraki very quickly and hasn't even thought about him since he found out, which is honestly really sad because of all people he should have been the one who cared the most, especially since he knows one of the only reasons All For One chose to mess with Shigaraki was to hurt him.

Which brings me back to Nanna and why she is acting the way she is and honestly, it's most likely due to a number of reasons and guilt is likely the most prominent one. After all it was her choices which led to Kotaro becoming traumatised and despising hero's, and it was because she was a wielder of One For All that her family/Tenko was targeted. Now I'm not saying it's Nana's fault Kotaro became an abuser, after all he was a grown man who was more than responsible for the way he handled his trauma however, that doesn't erase the fact that she was the root of his hatred which he passed down onto his son.

Not to mention she knows that the main reason Tenko was targeted was for revenge against her for defying All For One, so not only dose she have to deal with the fact that her son abused his child to near insanity but also her mortal enemy, who killed her, her master and tried to kill her student also groomed her grandchild to hate her, hero's and to become his next vessel.

That a lot of guilt for anyone to be burdened with and whilst it isn't directly her fault, the birth of Shigaraki is a result of the legacy she left behind.

And she obviously can't cope with that because if she did, it would basically invalidate every sacrifice she made for the sake of protecting One For All, so what dose she do? Well she makes a very human mistake and choses to ignore it. After all if Shigaraki is just a monster, a creature beyond human understanding then she doesn't have to face the guilt, "it was out of my hands, what could I have done?" "there's no point in dwelling on what could have been".

Ironically it's the same response All For One had regarding his own humanity. Essentially she's taking the responsibility out of her hands in order to protect herself because if she dose acknowledge it, it would essentially be an ego death for her and well humans are naturally programmed to protect ourselves at all costs. It's not nice but it's the truth, which honestly makes someone like Izuku stand out more.

Izuku has no reason to sympathies with Shigaraki, he has no idea what he's gone through or the history behind his creation but despite that he is the only person on the hero's side who has NEVER ignored him. Hell, even back in the mall scene where Shigaraki practically had him a gun point he still took the time to listen to him and give him a proper answer to his question and clearly what Shigaraki said meant something to him as he ask's All Might about it later.

It's clear that ever since these two have met that for some reason, whether it be the legacies they both carry or the fact that Izuku is just an innately empathetic person, these two have shared a connection. It's like Izuku and Shigaraki said, it's almost like fate has brought them together and we'll just have to see however that played out.

However, it's abundantly clear that whatever might happen between the two of them for Shigaraki to be truly be saved Nana and by extension all others who have kindly rejected Shigaraki will have to eventually accept that he is in fact human. They cannot keep pushing things under the rug because Izuku won't let them.

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batu1997kristal · 5 months

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Aquamarine Crystals with School on matrix from Shigar Valley Skardu Pakistan, 35 gram.jpeg

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sorrowfulrosebud · 9 months

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I-incorporating self care into Shiggy’s rules in your dom/sub dynamic 😵‍💫

It was no secret that Shigaraki had no concept of self care. Most of his waking moments were spent at the cruddy bar, often nursing neat whiskey or scotch with the ashes of dead heroes and civilians caked into his clothes. And, of course, the one thing that bothers you most; those damned nails writhing into his neck.

The sound was disgusting; layers of flesh being irately torn away by misdirected frustrations. Thick lines of crimson blood and scab contrasted harshly against his milky, skinny neck. You hated the tiny thin spider webs of blood that trickled down his wrinkles, embedding themselves deep into his skin.

As his dominant, you warned him about the consequences of him scratching his neck. You would give him a warning; then a verbal and then he would be subjected to whichever punishment you saw fit. You knew it would be difficult for him to stop; it was his addiction. It was the only way for him to cease the horrible itch inside him to kill, even if his master greatly encouraged him to do as he wanted. You needed him to take care of himself, even if if meant putting yourself at risk of his childish tantrums.

The faint glow of the bar lights was a sharp contrast to the scene inside. Dabi was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, passing comments about your submissive. The stapled man was bored, and he knew the best way to entertain himself was to stick himself in his boss’s sex life.

“Well damn, handjob. Who knew it took taking it up the ass to get you to shut up for a bit,” he smirked slyly, staples clinking at the action. Shigaraki glowered through Father.

“Shut it, patchwork. At least I get bitches and don’t stink like burnt flesh,” he bit back, hand slowly tightening around his glass. Dabi let out a dry laugh.

“Seems like you’re the only bitch here. What a waste; (Y/N) is far too sexy to be hanging out with a freak like you. I bet if I ask them nicely I can get some playtime,” he grinned, deeply enjoying pissing his boss off.

“You shut your fucking mouth now, and don’t talk about them like that,” he growled protectively. You were All For One’s gift to him; someone to keep him satiated and relaxed whilst AFO could teach him dirty tricks. Although you were a distraction for the young boss, you weren’t a big a distraction to cause trouble or throw a wrench into their plans.

Your rules caused pain and pleasure; AFO’s rules caused progress.

“Heh, I haven’t seen you so emotionally attached to someone, apart from that UA brat you keep tryna kill. I’m bored now anyway, enjoy your cock cage and leather harnesses,” Dabi waved his hand dully, walking away before Shigaraki could at least destroy his new coat.

Shigaraki was seething on the other hand. His chest raised and fell quickly, causing Kurogiri to look at him with slight confusion.

“Stupid fucking patchwork, talking about Mama like that. If he wasn’t integral to my plan, I would fucking kill him!” He glowered, eyes widening in his rage. The whisky glass disintegrated in his hand as he brought his hand up to his neck. It felt like his neck was burning; surely a single scratch would suffice? The thought of a punishment lingered heavily in his mind. He already had his warning, and his verbal. But you weren’t here, just one teeny scratch. Just to make the itching stop…

Kurogiri could only look away; he knew of your relationship and what time you would be back from your mission. It was up to his young boss to follow your rules.

Twenty minutes later and Shigaraki felt better. One teeny scratch turned into two… then 5… then the next thing he knew, he was writhing into his skin like he had fleas. He hadn’t scratched in so long; and now he felt like crying after his Mama’s hard work was ruined.

“Are you alright, young Tomura? Do you need your neck wrapping up?” He questioned, indicating to the blood dripping down his collarbones.

“Yes Tomura, do you?” Your voice cut through the atmosphere as Shigaraki’s head snapped to your frame in the door.

“M-mama, I-,” he starts, already trying to correct his mistake.

“Don’t. Go to the bedroom. Now. I need to speak with Kurogiri for a minute,” you replied coldly. Tomura whimpered, slowly leaving the bar stool and walking to his bedroom. Fuck, he was scared.

You entered the bedroom about 15 minutes later, ignoring Tomura as he perched anxiously on the end of the bed.

“Mama I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whimpered, trying to tug the sleeve of your shirt. You looked at him with a malicious glare.

“How many times have I warned you about scratching, Tenko?” You asked coldly, grabbing hold of his wrist. His heart beat was elevated, thudding in his ears. His cock was twitching in his trousers, itching to be free.

“T-three times,” he mumbled embarrassedly, milky cheeks growing hot.

“Speak up, boy. Tell me how many times I warned you,” you demanded. Tenko looked you in the eye as he felt embarrassment wrap around his throat.

“Three times, mama,” he whimpered. You let go of his wrist before bending down to his face level.

“And do you remember what would happen if I told you a third time, baby boy?” You asked him, voice deadly quiet and yet Tenko could only hear your dominance.

“I would be punished,” he said nervously. You stood up before extending your hand out. Tenko looked at you before extending his back. Your hand wrapped around his, soft but firm at the same time. You led him to the bathroom, where you opened the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit.

“Sit on the toilet, brat,” you demanded. Tenko whined at the nickname, before shutting up at your harsh glare. He complied quickly, heart still beating quickly.

Red eyes traced your movements as you found the expensive creams, lotions and bandages to fix your baby boy up. Tenko hissed as the disinfectant burned his neck, before silencing himself at your pointed glare. The cotton pad tickled his Adams apple, eyes trained to the ceiling at your feather light touch.

“You have such a beautiful neck, Tenko. It hurts me so much to see you ruin it, because then I can’t mark you as my own. You end up hurting yourself, and put yourself at risk of infection. I knew you wouldn’t stop, so I’ve bought some special toys to hopefully get the message through,” you turned away to wrap a bandage around Tenko’s neck, feeling him gulp around the gauze.

“I warned you, baby. I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me yet again,” you scolded, holding out a pair of nail clippers and a file.

“It was Dabi, he kept on saying stupid things and pissing me off!” Tenko tried to defend himself as you glared at him.

“Tattle-tailing? Really? You’re having this punishment, brat. Understand?”

“Yes mama,” he whimpered as you took hold of his hand. You worked your magic, clipping the longer nails, smoothing and buffing them to just below the skin. You continued on the other hand, touch feather light but still grounding enough for Tenko.

A slightly cold cream was placed on his hands, making him shiver at the texture. You massaged it in expertly, before commanding him to stay seated. Tenko looked at you with slightly fearful eyes. Sensing his fear, you sighed before cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead.

“I love you very much, Tenko. But, you disobeyed my rules and you must repent. Do you understand me, sweet pea?” You asked him, silently asking for consent. Tenko smoothed out at the affection, wrapping his arms around your midriff.

“I understand mama, I’m sorry,” he murmured into your tummy. You kissed his slightly perspired blue locks as you tap him to release you. You quickly trotted out the bedroom before coming back with a new box and his artists gloves.

“Put your gloves on baby, I can’t have you breaking our new toy,” you purred, a sly grin on your face. Tenko complied easily as you opened the box.

Inside there was a set of black mittens, thick and bulky. Tenko’s face immediately went a bright pink. Next to it lay a thick black collar, a soft black trim on the inside and a loop with a tag on it.

“Now, give me your hands sweetness,” you said, holding a mitten as he extended his hand. You slipped the mitten on, a small shiver going down Tenko’s spine.

“Good boy. And the other,” you rubbed his hand encouragingly. Tenko did so easily, feeling weirded out by the feeling of the mittens on his hands. The thick buckle was tight around his wrist, not so that he would lose circulation but there was no way he would be able to shake them off.

“What’s your colour, sweetpea?” You asked him gently. Tenko thought for a minute.

“Green, mama,” he mumbled shyly. He looked at the collar. Your eyes followed his as you showed him the name of the tag, his cock twitching at the name.

“Mama’s little whore. Fitting, right?” You giggled sultrily. Tenko’s boxers were becoming more and more snug by the second, pre staining his underwear. He fought a whine as you rubbed your thumbs over the protective gauze on his neck.

“If you can’t be a big boy and stop by yourself, you’ll have to do it my way.”

“P-please stop! Mama, it hurts!” Tenko sobbed as you continued spanking his ass. Mittened hands were rendered useless as you had them cuffed behind his back.

“No, that’s not what I asked. How many times have I spanked you?” You hummed as you pulled his hair back to look at him properly.

“F-forgot mama, I’m sorry,” he pathetically snivelled, leaky cock rutting against your legs. His brain was slowly melting into total mush.

“We were at 50, brat, now we have to start again,” you growled into his ear, carmine eyes widening as he struggled in your arms.

“Mama, no please! Hurts, anything else,” he sobbed, mittened hand squirming. Touch was a major part of his sexual preferences; it grounded him and soothed him.

“Such a whiny little slut, aren’t you? Can’t handle the consequences of your actions? Fine then, I know other ways to deal with brats,” you grunted, squeezing and slapping the flesh of Shigaraki’s ass once more.

Tenko’s muffled sobs echoed throughout the room as the steady rhythms of the fuck machine grazed against his G-spot. His cock was spent; 8 orgasms later and the boy was a babbling lunatic.

His mouth was stretched around his black ball gag, garnet eyes crossed and rolled to the back of his head. His nipples were hardened and red from your teasing. Each orgasm, he fought to hold your hand but let out sobs each time his knuckle grazed against the mittens.

“I told you, baby. Don’t scratch your neck.”

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oldearthminerals · 30 days

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Spessartine Garnets on Muscovite Mica, Shigar Valley, Gilgit-Baltistan, Pakistan

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pwlanier · 2 years

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Aquamarine, Shigar Valley, Gilgit-Baltistan, Pakistan

Courtesy Alain Truong

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codenamesazanka · 3 months

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What do you want shiggy to see?

This is going to be hard to answer because I dislike Deku and find much of his saving of Shigaraki so far extremely unconvincing. You should also ask someone who likes Deku, because I cannot properly give you a good, unbiased answer. I am sure the memories I will talk about will be ones that move Shigaraki in the near-future canon, but I'm seeing them through very negative light and will call it bad writing. And I am right. But I'll tell you what I personally think.

The thing is, when I made that post about Shigaraki's memories, it's because Deku barely knows anything about Shigaraki, because the 'Villain' label means nothing except 'horrible person i need to defeat'; barely knows what happens in the shadows that creates villains, which is why I want him to see Shigaraki's memories and understand why Shigaraki is so angry and in pain. And from that, how he can stop Shigaraki and give him hope, saving him.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki already knows Deku is a hero who wants to save him, is a Good Guy, loves his friends and teachers, wishes to do good in the world - that's just being a hero. He just rejects it. Shigaraki already knows the Hero System and how it works, and he hates it.

What is in store for Shigaraki is to be convinced by Deku that he should stop, that the world shouldn't be destroyed, and that he should regain hope, let his heart be saved and released from all that hatred and pain. So the memories he should see would be moments where he can be reassured of Deku's sincerity and determination to improve things, and moments where Deku experiences despair - something Shigaraki can relate to! - but Deku makes the choice to keep the world going anyways.

In the series, in this long process of Deku trying to save Shigaraki, there are few good moments - Deku being extremely stubborn about saving Shigaraki despite Shigaraki's taunts and Nana giving up, Deku telling Shigaraki somewhere inside of him is still a person - but overall Deku's journey getting there so far, and all the things he's doing at the moment? Imo, pretty terrible effort.

Like, what would Shigaraki even see? Well, he could see how when Gran Torino says "killing is saving", or when Heroes are discussing the "Coffin In The Sky" plan, Deku is silent. Offers zero objections.

Deku may want to save Shigaraki, but isn't willing to say so, isn't willing to speak up against others. He accepts Gran's cape, he sits and listens and goes along with the plan (that in Chapter 402 Shigaraki would end up saying he dislikes, "those jerks that hurt me over and over again").

Now, this might not seem like a big deal - you can say, Deku's just trying not to start a screaming match, he has to go along with what the adults says anyways, it's actions that matters more than words since Deku's still trying to save Shigaraki, isn't he?

But Shigaraki's childhood was full of this type of thing: his mom and grandparents trying to keep the peace, never speaking up for him against Kotarou even when Tenko isn't there, trying to comfort him with hugs and treats when out of sight of Kotarou to show that they actually do care... but never enough actually fight for him, even if it meant shaking the stability of the household.

After fighting Shigaraki to save him will come the need to fight for Shigaraki, against the rest of the Heroes and government and society. If Deku can't do that while he's got it in his mind to save Shigaraki, it doesn't ensure confidence.

Now it would be cool if Shigaraki sees this and calls it out! Force Deku to admit he hasn't been trying his best, but will do better. I don't expect it though.

Memories of Deku's accomplishments aren't actually much better. Deku has indeed saved someone who hates him and hates Heroes - that's Kouta, the five-year-old. Deku has saved Eri, the visibly sad and abused innocent six-year-old. So he's got a track record of saving Sad Children, which explains why he wants to save The Crying Child inside of Shigaraki, and that's a genuine thing Shigaraki can believe in... but what about the adults? The much more dangerous, jaded, have-gotten-their-hands-bloody Villains?

Shigaraki already thinks Gentle and Nagant are a "flip-flopping screw-ups." Deku's second encounter with Muscular has him asking Muscular like five questions, before giving up on him. So far Muscular and Shigaraki haven't been all that different in their taunting of Deku. There's also Overhaul that Deku meets again, and Deku is also uninterested in helping Overhaul who's worried for someone important to him until Overhaul expresses remorse. That's fair—except so far Shigaraki has also not expressed remorse.

The only difference between Shigaraki and these two villains is that Deku knows for sure there's sadness for Shigaraki due to the psychic bond, while he can't know that for Muscular or Overhaul, so he didn't pry deeper or go the extra mile for them. Shigaraki might not care about these two, but Shigaraki also hates hypocrisy. It's why he couldn't stand Stain and tore Overhaul's arms off and mocked ReDestro for staying up in a tower.

There is Aoyama. The scene where Deku says "Doing wrong doesn't make you a Villain for the rest of your life!" is good. That is a memory that Shigaraki can see and consider. It is made, imo, weaker when Deku gave conditions - that Aoyama hated and regretted working for All For One, that Nagant didn't 'sell her soul'. Because what if Shigaraki eventually did come to willingly work for AFO, and was even grateful to him, as he has explicitly said in the text? You can argue all you want about AFO manipulating Shigaraki - which Shigaraki himself acknowledges - but if there ever was a moment where Shigaraki enthusiastically participated in a crime, would Deku still stand by what he says about not being a Villain for life?

Again, it would be cool if Shigaraki sees this and ask Deku about it! Idk if that would happen though.

I think if we go back to memories from when and before the series begin, though, that's where I think we can find memories that Shigaraki can see and be swayed by.

Deku being a bullied quirkless child is a big one. What I want is Shigaraki seeing those things and adding it to his long list of 'everything i've witness in this world tells me it's shit' and being mean to Deku about it, because then this is something Deku can refute using his own experiences of injustice, alienation, and despair. This is something Deku can point to and say, 'Yeah, the world can suck, but don't give up.' Shigaraki finds the world not worth keeping around because he thinks it's rotten and there's no fixing it. Deku has seen part of this rot, but still thinks the world is worth defending. They should discuss that.

Related, that means the moment where Deku saves Bakugou who earlier that day told him to kill himself is also a good memory. Convincing argument that awful, angry brats can change, and is worth saving so they can stick around to change.

I am despite everything still a sap so Deku's memories of heartfelt moments with All Might would be good. This can make Shigaraki even more bitter and resentful towards All Might, but might show him that All Might is just a flawed human who tried and failed, something I think Shigaraki knows but refuses to forgive. Seeing it might nudge something though? Plus, the deep affection and loyalty between Deku and All Might - as well as between Deku and his friends - is something Shigaraki can relate to, with his League.

I'm likely missing lots of moments. But these are the ones that come to mind.

Thanks for the ask anon! Sorry.

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sleepyrouge · 2 years

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(you're the) devil in disguise

word count: 2k

pairing: shigaraki tomura x reader

description: shigaraki is tired, annoyed, and fed up with the goodness that you bring to the league of villains

content warnings: noncon (the reader is asleep at beginning), dubcon (just to be safe), masturbation, face fucking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, brief mention of butt stuff, panty stealing (but shig is very brazen about it), spitting, not proofread, shig is so mean :( very dark content. 18+ mdni (and no blank blogs) or you will get blocked.

authors note: literally dreamt this up the other night and writing it helped me get out of my writing slump so yeehaw i guess

song title from the elvis song

Shigaraki hated you. He hated the day that Toga introduced you to the rest of them, just another one of her strays that needed a home. He hated how he couldn’t tell if you truly believed in their cause or just had nowhere else to go. He couldn’t stand the way you looked at him with enormous doe eyes when he was explaining a plan to you and the others. He hated the way your smooth lips parted in concentration whenever you were carrying out one of his requests. More than anything, Shigaraki hated how painfully hard your pathetic loyalty made him.

He had never felt like this, red hot anger blooming across his chest and itchy palms that he couldn’t stop clutching into fists. If only he could get you to stop, get you to realize that he was a predator that ought not to be messed with instead of someone that you inexplicably fawned over every second you could. It made his boxers tighter than he liked. No amount of stroking his hand carefully across his length could get him to settle. You and those pretty lips he kept imagining shining with his saliva. Shigaraki was supposed to be better than this.

He hoped that watching you while he jerked off would sate him. It was what compelled him to creep into the little corner of the hideout that you had made your own and watch while you slept silently. You looked out of place on the ratty mattress, thin grey blanket falling off of your body where you had pulled one of your knees into your chest. The view made Shigaraki want to whistle. Just enough of Toga’s old shirt had ridden up to where he could see a flash of your cute little underwear. Your thumb was hooked against your bottom lip, right where there was a slight dip in the middle and he could hear your soft breaths. Stupid fucking tease.

Shigaraki spat in the palm of his hand and with his other hand, pulled his boxers down around his ass. He wrapped his hand around his length and gave himself a few slow languid strokes as he took in your features in the low glow of the room. A sick grin curled onto his features at the thought of you waking up to him standing over you with his cock only inches from your face. He could see your eyes moving underneath their lids and briefly, he wondered what you could be dreaming about. Probably more ways to make his life unbearable.

His hand sped up a bit to match the pace of your breathing and Shigaraki let out a long whine despite himself. He paused for a moment and watched with satisfaction as your eyes stopped moving beneath their lids and you blinked twice as you reacquainted yourself with your surroundings. It took a moment before your eyes registered him, but by that time, Shigaraki was already stroking his cock again, milky white precum making an appearance against the tip before being swept away by his fingers.

“S-shigaraki?” You asked sleepily as you wiped a fist across your eyes. You yawned and sat up on the mattress and that was when you first registered how close you were to Shigaraki and his cock. “What’re y’doin’?” You slurred, eyes more alert now as you watched him. His grip got tighter as he stroked himself. With his free hand, he beckoned you to sit up on your knees, which you did with no qualms and he hated it. He almost keened forward, hips bucking against his fist as you still watched him with those teasing fucking lips parted. Shigaraki couldn’t take it anymore.

Delicately, he pinched your sleep puffy cheeks between his thumb and index finger and you obediently opened your mouth wider for him. He stepped forward until his ankles were impeded by the edge of the mattress and then his hand deftly moved to the back of your head, pushing you closer to him. Shigaraki watched as your tongue darted out of your still open mouth to wet your lips, dry from sleep, and that was when he took his chance to press his cock forward into your mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your warm tongue dart around his head and your cheeks hollow out around him despite the fact that he didn’t ask permission for this, that he was intruding in your space. Not that he gave a fuck, you needed to be taught a lesson. He peeled his eyes open as he felt your head start to bob up and down and he couldn’t stand the innocent look you were giving him. Like he was your savior and this was something that was permissible. He growled low in the back of his throat and swatted your hand away when you tried to wrap it around the last few inches of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

With blunt fingernails scratching against the back of your scalp, Shigaraki held your head in place as he forced himself all the way into your mouth and past the tight muscle of your throat. He liked the way tears beaded at the corner of your eyes and the way he could feel you struggling to breathe through your nose against the coarse grey hairs on his pelvis. Even more, he liked the way you choked when he pulled all the way out of your wet and pathetic mouth and thrust all the way back in without mercy. He kept repeating the action, drunk on the way you took him so well and the tears that just wouldn’t stop falling from your eyes.

“This is all you’re good for. All you’ll ever be good for, huh?” He spoke lowly, pace quickening with the frequency of the garbled noises coming from the back of your throat. He could feel your nails scraping against his thighs and heard what he thought was a muffled mmhm from the back of your throat. He felt his stomach tightening with the quick pace and the way that your tight throat felt around his length but you still weren’t getting it. Still didn’t understand that someone like you shouldn’t be here with someone like him. Shigaraki’s eyes darted to the ceiling to try and stave off his orgasm because, after all, you felt too damn good, but when he looked back down at you with drool falling down your chin and fat alligator tears mingling with the drool, he couldn’t stop from shooting hot white strings of semen down your throat. He pinched your nose closed to make sure you swallowed it all as he took a moment to catch his breath. His toes curled and uncurled against the dirty floor. Your breath hiccuped in your raw throat as you swallowed everything that he gave you. You sat back on your haunches, thighs rubbing together salaciously, and looked up at Shigaraki expectantly while you licked the rest of his fluids off of your lips and swiped at your eyes with the back of your hand.

It pissed him off.

He manhandled you against the mattress until your face was buried into the one pillow that you had and your ass was in the air. You could feel Shigaraki moving around on the mattress behind you and let out a quiet little whimper as you grew needier for his touch and your hot cunt pushed back against nothing. You mewled again when you felt Shigaraki’s cold fingers pull your underwear to the side. Perversely, you could feel the strings of your slick following on the fabric and his long fingers slipping through them and against your cunt.

“Stupid bitch doesn’t even know that she should be scared.” Shigaraki mused more to himself than you as he pressed his middle finger into your heat and curled the digit against your stomach. Your hips rutted back against his touch and just as quickly as his finger was in you, it was gone again. Quickly, it was replaced by the pressure of his hot and heavy head pressing into your wet pussy. Your breath caught in your throat and your chest didn’t move again until Shigaraki had fully seated himself inside of you. All you could do was whimper and feel how overwhelming the stretch was, like you might catch on fire.

“Think y-you’re too big,” You mumbled against the pillow and Shigaraki harshly grabbed onto the plush skin of your hips, where your thighs bent.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll shove it in your ass instead.” He snarled from behind you and using the palms of his hand, rocked your hips forward and pulled you back down onto his cock hard. You were squeezing him almost too tight, but he didn’t care, instead choosing to focus on the way the meat of your ass jiggled while he used you to fuck himself.

“Please, please, ‘s too big, Shig-“ You started in a high pitched whine but not before Shigaraki’s palm came down across the side of your face and pushed you down into the mattress harder.

“A stupid bitch like you can take me, ‘specially with how wet you are.” As if to prove his point, he pulled out of your soaked cunt and ran the blindingly hot tip of his cock against your slit where your ears were met with the sound of how ruined you were.

He pushed back inside of you, this time the pain slightly less and you could feel a spring tightening in your lower stomach as Shigaraki fucked you so hard and deep you thought you might never walk again. You started pushing your hips back to meet his and soon the shitty room you were in was filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and Shigaraki’s shameless moans while he used your body to meet his own ends. You could feel him thrusting against every part of you and your eyes started rolling back in your head while his thrusts got more erratic and irregular. Your moans and pleasured mewls were almost incessant and you could feel his cock beginning to twitch inside of you.

“Dumb fuckin’…bitch in heat,” Shigaraki punctuated each word with a harsh thrust right up against your cervix and then you were seeing stars, body going lax as the spring inside of you got knocked loose and flew around your body. It didn’t matter that the rest of the League could hear everything that was transpiring. You were too far gone. All you could see was white on your vision while you came down from your high. When you were almost recovered, barely able to hold your hips up while Shigaraki kept up his brutal pace, he came inside of you with no warning except the twitching of his heavy cock.

You slumped against the mattress, not entirely sure of what just happened, but relaxed against your better judgement nonetheless. You could hear Shigaraki fixing his boxers behind you, and then his cold fingers pulling your panties back over your sore cunt. Instead of feeling the mattress dip as he took his leave, you instead felt his fingers gliding over your clothed cunt and pressing the fabric deep into your entrance. You whined at the overstimulation but Shigaraki just swatted at your ass and he pulled your underwear down and off your shakey legs. It was then that you felt the mattress dip as he stood.

You started to roll over and watch him leave through your half-lidded eyes, but when you did, you were met with a warm glob of spit landing on the side of your cheek and his dark chuckles as he retreated from your space with your underwear clutched in his fingers.

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