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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Shigaraki, Overhaul and Dabi

with a Pregnant Partner

Shigaraki x GN! pregnant reader; Overhaul x GN! Pregnant reader, Dabi x GN! pregnant reader

Warnings: reader being reckless, fluff, reader is a villain in Shigaraki and Dabi’s part (is that a warning? Idk)

AN: just me being me again 😌💅 living out my hopes and dreams with soft villains

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was a busy man. He was always looking for ways to further his league of villains all while destroying All Might and his stupid protégé, Izuku Midoriya. However, his biggest challenge currently wasn’t his determination to end hero society or even to create a larger foundation for the league but instead, it was keeping his very pregnant partner contained.

“You never let me do anything fun!” You grumbled as Tomura looked at you, completely unfazed by your usual usual temper tantrum. You were six months pregnant and Tomura had learned very early on how little you appreciated his opinion on keeping yourself out of villainy duties, especially since you had become pregnant.

“So you want to give birth in prison YN?” He responds to you as you glare at him, looking around to garner any support from your fellow league memebers.

“Hey don’t look at us Yn, hand man has a point,” Dabi chuckles as Shigaraki ignored his comments, turning back to the house of cards he was currently building.

“YN my dear don’t you think you should prioritize rest especially in your current state?” Mr. Compress interjects as you turn your glare to the magician. You chose to ignore them and go back to the source your current frustration.

“Tomura I’m bored! You can’t keep me locked up in this bar forever!” You whine as Shigaraki sighs. He honestly has no idea what to do with you, and if you meant less to him, he’d probably just kill you but alas, his stupid feelings for you had always gotten in the way.

“Please listen to Tomura Shigaraki YN, he is only looking out for you,” Kurogiri adds as you continue to grumble, folding your arms and stomp your feet. You really were being completely insufferable.

Shigaraki sighed, standing up and resting his head on your shoulder while gently grazing your bump, “YN will you please stop being a brat and listen to us? We- I want you safe and you know what the doctor said. Now please will you stop annoying everyone?”

You rolled your eyes at his confession knowing Tomura meant every word he said. He was rarely affectionate but when he was, you truly knew he cared.

“Ugh fine!” You grumbled as you felt a smirk grow you’re partners face knowing he won, “But the first Nomu attack after I give birth I get to go too!”

Shigaraki chuckled, shaking his head, “whatever you say brat.”

Overhaul

Overhaul opened the door to the bedroom, wanting to do nothing more than to crawl into bed and cuddle with you. He was exhausted, his serum to eliminate quirks was nearly finished and the Shie Hassaiki was ready for phase two of his plan. He opened the door and turned on the bathroom light, looking over to see you sound asleep. Only he wasn’t met with the usual angelic picture of you in slumber, instead he was met with an empty bed. He sighed, leaving your joint room and heading down to the kitchen. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the light beaming from below the door.

He slowly opened the door, peering in as he saw you sitting on a stool, eating your current favorite pregnancy craving as you happily hummed away, enjoying every bite.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asked as you looked up, face beaming with content as you finished your snack.

“Hi Kai! Are you done working? I was waiting for you in bed but then I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d come and have a snack!” You cheered as Kai came next to you, pulling out a stool and sitting with you.

“Would you like a bite?” You asked.

Overhaul looked at you, a look at disgust on his face at your offer, “YN you know I don’t share food.”

You stare at him, deadpan at his confession as you roll your eyes, “you are aware of how I got pregnant right? So you’re really going to sit there and tell me that you won’t eat a bite of my food?”

Kai chuckled as he stood up, grabbing your empty plate and walking it over to the sink. You stood up, heading over to the sink to wash the dishes as Kai stopped you.

“Let me just do the dishes quick and then we can head to bed ok?”

“Leave them darling, someone will take care of them in the morning,” he said as you gaped at him.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband!” You mock gasped as Kai rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand.

“You need to rest YN, now let’s go,” he said grabbing your hand as you followed behind him. You sighed knowing how much your husband loved and cared for you.

Dabi

Dabi was use to living life on his own, that was until you weaseled your way in and never left. At first he found you annoying, and to be fair, the annoyance never really did go away. However, he now found himself in a position he never thought he’d be in and that was head over heels for you. At this precise moment, however, he was more ready to kill you than he was to hug and kiss you.

“You idiot what are you doing out so late!?!?” He yelled a question you knew was retorical as he dragged you through the back alleyway of the leagues hideout. He was pissed and you knew it.

“Well you said you were coming back around midnight and when you didn’t, I got hungry and since we didn’t have anything to eat, I decided to go and get something to eat,” you declared as Dabi growled at you, turning on his heels and glaring daggers into you. You knew you were in some major trouble but unfortunately, cravings don’t wait.

“YN you know we have food, I just got food for you earlier today!” He whisper shouted as you stood there.

“Well I didn’t want that food! The baby wanted instant ramen which we didn’t have!” You growled back as your partner groaned, his hands going to his head as he paced around the alley.

“YN you realize that we are both wanted criminals right?” He said as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Are we really? I had no clue!” You mocked as you made your way to the entrance of the league’s headquarters, bag of noddles in hand.

“YN you need to stop acting so reckless! It’s one thing for me to get caught but you? Giving birth in Tartarus wouldn’t be a walk in the park!” He shouted as you headed to the kitchen.

“You act like giving birth anywhere will be a walk in the park,” you chimed, annoyed at your boyfriend as he followed you. Dabi was furious but he knew he had to calm down. This was exactly the way you were and it’s one of the big reasons he loved you so much, despite how stupidly you acted at times.

“YN listen, I’m sorry for yelling but you are literally being the biggest idiot right now,” he relented as you went about making your noodles.

“Yeah but I’m an idiot with ramen now,” you sang, unphased by your partners outburst.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He said, sitting down as you turned to him and smiled.

“Love me?” You questioned as an annoyed smirk entered his face.

“You’re lucky I already love you idiot.”

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ph4ngz · 1 year

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[DARK CONTENT] Dabi x ProHero!Reader

Warning(s): NON-CON, Reader is under a quirk suppressant, physical abuse, Dabi is kinda scary and psycho tbh, Reader is a very new hero, crippling corruption kink, use of fire quirk (he brands reader), mtf oral, ass play, nipple play, Dabi is a huge dickhead, cumming inside, talk of getting pregnant toward the end, kinda hurried to finish it lmao...

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"Oh, good morning sleeping beauty."

Your restless stirring seizes the exact moment an unfamiliar hoarse, teasing voice registers in your brain. What the fuck?

Urging to find the source of said voice, you find an intense pain blossoming over the span of your right cheek when you attempt to lift yourself from the ground despite the handcuffs binding your wrists. You'd opened your heavy eyelids for a split second just now, all you saw was the blinding sun beaming through many jagged gaps of a wall made of cracked cement, but the sudden pain had made you clench them shut again before you could make any sense of your fleeting view.

"Ooooh, yeah... Spinner threw you to the floor last night. Impact do a number on ya, huh? Sa'shame none of your useless hero friends could be bothered to save you."

The scent of cigarettes and damp concrete surrounds you, the strength of it almost suffocating. Where the hell are you? Who is Spinner?

"F-Fuck off." hostility laces your words, yet your supposed kidnapper is rather amused by them, a scoff ringing in your sensitive ears. His heavy footsteps echo everywhere as he saunters around above your place on the cold floor, purposely keeping a certain distance so you can't see his face if you open your eyes. The ground's temperature is numbing your shivering body through your thin training getup. Goosebumps cover your chilled skin, although you're not entirely sure whether it's the flooring or the anonymous villain at fault for them.

"Unless you wanna be burnt to ashes, you better watch the attitude, bitch."

White pulses in your vision once the villain stoves the heel of his steel-toed boot into your side, the thick block digging into your ribcage and leaving a dusty, dark imprint on your shirt.

Your bloodcurdling cries echo within the confines of what you assume is some warehouse tucked away in the city, car horns and occasionally loud pedestrians fading in and out of your hearing capabilities. It's entirely possible that your screams will not be acknowledged from this distance, obviously decreasing your chance of gaining backup from other pros.

You consider unleashing your quirk, but deem your current situation grants too little information for you to use it yet. Best to wait until it's guaranteed safe and necessary. Even though, guessing this guy's quirk is heat or fire-based, your own powers wouldn't be of much help.

The heel bruising your side lifts slightly but not completely, relief only surfacing for a quick second before being dragged away by the villain ruthlessly nudging you around with his foot like a feline plays with it's prey. High pitched groans pass through your gritted teeth, making him close his eyes as if listening to the soothing whisper of each tree in a forest.

"God, can you tone it down? My ears might bleed from all that useless whining." Another gravelly voice enters the vicinity and you pause your involuntary wailing and thrashing. Once again, you open your eyes to be met with nothing but the ground.

You recognise that voice.

Flashbacks of what past UA students refer to as 'The USJ Incident' and "The Training Camp Incident" flicker inside your mind like a dying flame. Shigaraki. Holy shit, you've been captured by the League. You could've sworn your heart just skipped at least four beats.

"Oh boss, such a buzzkill." the pressure on your ribs finally disappears and the boots responsible for your noisiness step directly in front of your line of sight, albeit sideways which, when paired with your facial injuries, brings on some dizziness.

You're practically paralysed as the man you'd woken up to lowers himself into a steady crouch beside you, allowing his patchwork face to be visible. A pair of the most enthralling blue eyes seem to glow beneath a veil of messy obsidian hair. Dabi, the only member of the league who excels in long distance attacks. His quirk is basically fire, from what little findings you've heard from Hawks during your mere few weeks of being a number 6 hero. Wonderful.

"Is this the hero Spinner brought back for us, Shiggy? Woah, she's super adorable!" A petite, blonde girl lays a hand over the shoulder pad of Dabi's coat, eager to inspect. Toga. Deku had told you about this one as you'd volunteered to help at that infamous training camp during your third year, Uraraka too.

A faint shout from another room, “Not as super adorable as you, my darling Toga! Yeah, you’re totally smokin'!”,sounds before Shigaraki speaks up again.

"Fresh out of UA, her quirk would be an insanely helpful addition in order to achieve my goals, but her pain tolerance is something to be ashamed of. I suggest leaving the room before your ears are damaged beyond repair."

The chuckling man before you dons a sickening saccharine smirk as he holds eye contact, "She's a noisy one, ain'tcha? Kinda cute too."

You glare daggers at him from your place below him, soft and aching cheek smushed against the dirtied concrete still.

"N'awh, don't go lookin' at me like that..." Dabi tilts his head, pouting with childish ways lacing his every word.

The way his large, shaky hand threads itself through the hairs on your head shouldn't be as comforting as you think it should be, especially after he'd stepped on you like nothing more than an empty soda can not even five minutes ago. You swallow dryly at the fact that his palm is covering the entire visible side of your skull, then sparks crackle inside of your veins, every part of you tingling at the villain's blunt nails barely scraping along your scalp.

Shigaraki mutters a few words whilst you close your eyes, something along the lines of: "Overhaul" and "forty-eight hours", to which Dabi responds with an ominous "how exciting". Maybe, maybe not. You don't quite catch anything they say, but you’ll stick with your guesses.

You're ashamed when you come to realise that the other members, even Toga whom was directly in front of you, had already filtered into another room as you'd been focusing mainly on the calming sensation. Some hero you are, you wonder if somebody had made a mistake by placing you at number 6 on the charts.

No, you don't have time to wonder this, wonder that.

Not when you're alone with him.

The cold hardly allows you to fully experience the next surge of agony, and you're somewhat grateful for that, when Dabi yanks your head upward by your hair to then fit his other hand beneath your arm, propping you up like a limp ragdoll.

You’re sat with your back against the wall now, legs spread slightly and wobbly like jelly. Your wrists seem to be as heavy as led, laid awkwardly on the gritty concrete.

“What’re you gonna do to me…” you exhale with utmost fear, lack of confidence visible to whoever wants to see it whilst he situates himself lazily on the floor in front of you, one leg splayed out and the other tucked in. The corners of the villain’s lips pull upward at your question. Dabi relishes in your wide eyed reaction to his joyous smirk. Shit, he hasn’t even given an answer yet!

“Fuck, I love this question. Alright…”

No.

You strain to activate your quirk, whether this environment is safe enough to use it or not. It’s necessary. You perform everything in your power, every ounce of inner strength seeping from your pores… but it’s not working. Not on your first try, second, third nor fourth.

No, no, no!—

Azul, infernal threat emitting from the calloused palm of your captor immediately brings an end to your violent squirming, the instantaneous lick of scorching flames enough to stun you.

“Jesus Christ, have a day off. The boss wasn’t kidding when he said you were a fresh one.”

Despite the panicked currents whizzing back and forth within your state of mental whiplash, the features on your face relax. Your jaw, slack and vulnerable to snap with a single blow. Eyes drooped and void of metaphorical light, aimed his way.

Your kidnapper’s croaky chuckles bury themselves inside your poor head, his voice unforgettable.

“Pfft, perk up a little will'ya?” Leaning forward, Dabi pinches both of your hard yet covered nipples to elicit an adorable yelp from his newest muse. The sudden stimulation has you come alive once more, reacting in a way you don’t want to pay mind to.

“That’s better, riiiight?” The utterly disgusting, condescending mumble that falls from his lips when he’s tantalisingly peeling your skintight vest above your bare tits dares your brows to bow, but you manage to refrain.

What the hell is wrong with you?

“Nngh—! Stop it! Bastard!” The humiliating villain’s fingers rise to torture you with your pebbled nipples a second time, though now he’s carefully circling them with his thumbs as he observes you helplessly wriggling away from his touch. It’s making your clit throb, and you can feel the arousal starting to gather in sticky droplets before soaking into your panties.

Your captivating, fucking adorable, perky tits fully exposed to him, nipples painfully hard and sensitive thanks to the cold. Dabi's smiling still, like you're some tiny, mewling kitten in front of him. Stubborn but so curious, ready to play with him yet too proud and full of hero syndrome bullshit to admit how much your claws are begging to sink into the pleasure.

He's squeezing the fat of your breasts harder now, the soothing heat of his palms warming your chest. Or is that something else entirely?

“Hah, hah, h- AH!” An ear ringing slap to your already bruised cheek causes you to cry out in stinging pain. You can already picture the huge, pink handprint staining your face. During this moment, you sense him shuffle along the concrete floor to close even more distance between each other, kneeling between your legs.

The involuntary pout curling your bottom lip would probably be more than enough for the childish man to fall head over heels for you if he could, if he wasn't already out of his fucking mind. Two pairs of thumbs and forefingers grab ahold of your sore, puffed out cheeks and stretch them, squeeze them, mush your features which ultimately makes you appear even cuter. Dabi's patchwork face is directly above yours, hovering menacingly and casting a shadow over you as he begins to humiliate you once again.

“You're so precious, ain’t ya…” he nods and copies the fearful, pouting expression you’re blessing him with. He circles his thumb over the hot mark on your face then slowly trails it across to your bottom lip, playing with your mouth as the dirtiest thoughts play out in his vision.

You’re sat there, shivering uncontrollably and trapped under his predatory gaze, watching his other hand lowering closer toward the area between your legs in your peripheral vision. You’re about to break eye contact with the intimidating villain when he presses a few of his fingers over your clothed clit, making your thighs try to clamp together on instinct, although Dabi’s keeping them open with his body wedged between.

He giggles hoarsely, finding your pathetic body’s reactions so very cute. An experimental circle of his digits against your now pulsing bud has you holding your breath, doing your damn best to ignore the lowkey clenching of your leaking hole. After a moment or two, he swiftly discards of your sneakers to be met with the most endearing pair of socks, an array of tiny strawberries decorating the pink cotton. Soon, you notice him tugging at the hem of your joggers and images of what’s bound to happen if you let him pull them down project inside your muddled brain like a one second slideshow.

You’re scared. Absolutely terrified. But you have to acknowledge it now, the feeling has grown too much to disregard any longer. You’re so fucking turned on.

“Ass up.” Dabi orders whilst backing up a couple inches on his knees so there’s more room.

And you comply, willingly! Well, it’s not like you can make use of your quirk to escape, so…

He practically rips your bottoms off of your body in one fell swoop, leaving you almost fully exposed bar a pair of thin socks, matching underwear and the vest bunched up around your collarbones. He’s eyeing you like a starving vulture, faintly drawling out a “good girllll”.

Of course, your body reacts in the worst of ways to the villain’s praise, toes curling and fists closing and opening. He notices, and you swallow hard.

“Oh, so you get off on praise? Want me to tell you that you’re doing well? That you’re making me feel so good?”

Tears are beginning to blur your vision as he shuffles closer once more and leans in, pushes your panties aside to spread your pretty pussy with both of his thumbs. Your fingers twitch when Dabi dips his head into the side of your neck, lips ghosting upward until they reach your earlobe.

“Or do you want me to bully you? Make you cry, make you fucking despise me, play with your little virgin clit until you pass. The FUCK.” He gives a biting smack to your cunt, “Out?”

The tears escape at the sudden shouting and they don't stop, even if the rest of your face tells a completely different story. You can't tell whether your mouth opened in a silent moan or a silent scream just now. Dabi licks his lips at the view.

"Awww, know what? I like the second option much better." he coos softly, kissing the side of your head. It's his body heat drawing you closer into his affectionate kiss, the way it's radiating off of his entire form is making you crave his warm touch. Right?

In a matter of seconds his thumb is already back on your pussy, and the stimulation is so powerful that you can already feel your abdomen tensing. You’re gritting your teeth with panic, wide eyes observing his hand between your thighs as he’s biting your neck.

With a single buck of your hips, Dabi presses his forehead against yours, donning a mean smirk with his eyes closed.

“Desperate.” He almost whispers whilst positioning his other hand directly on top of your lower tummy, pressing slightly and creating an irresistible pressure which gets you that much closer to release.

Once more, the villain lowers his head to face your nipples, taking one into his mouth and watching your sweet face struggle to hide the truth. He circles your clit faster, his touch hardly there at all but enough to have you squirming. The near unbearable pleasure you experience when his tongue repeatedly swipes across one of your hardened buds is making you pant, jaw slack.

You’re almost laying down, only your head and shoulders leant upon the wall now, how easily you let your guard fall is terrifying.

“Stop, stop stop stop—” you gasp and plead for him to seize his actions, but it’s no use.

“Or what. Feel too good, sweetheart? You gonna cum for me? Heh, I can see it written all over your face, how pathetic.” Dabi muses, his words so condescending and hurtful.

You shouldn’t cum. You shouldn’t. You should be screaming and yelling and doing everything in your power to escape. Not just laying here willingly, letting this happen to you—

“C’monnnnn, I know you want to. You wanna let it all go, cum all over my fingers,”

Stop.

“You want me to go faster, make my little virgin hero’s legs shake,”

Stop!

“That’s it, that’s it, cum for me, cum for me—”

“Fuck!” You yelp, voice breaking after trying to suppress it for so long.

His touch is removed from your pussy as soon as your orgasm hits, only to be returned by his long middle finger rapidly brushing along and rubbing your inner walls. Instead of overstimulating you, it makes you yearn for more. More orgasms, more touch, more him.

This is bad, very bad.

Your high has hardly calmed down at all when he orders you to stand, “up, face against the wall.”

You do as told, humiliatingly eager. Although a bit too slowly due to your hands being cuffed, so Dabi stations an iron grip on your upper arms and tugs you upward, most likely leaving a bruise to match the rest. He manhandles you into his desired position, an unmistakable glint of excitement in his eyes.

You catch the villain lowering into a crouch position behind you after arching your back and spreading your legs. You wince when his large hands painfully grab both of your asscheeks, spreading them to see both twitching holes. Arousal and cum are dripping from your cunt, his needy tongue snaking from his mouth on impulse, and he lets you take a good look at him too.

“Blehhhh.” Dabi almost taunts you childishly with his mouth from behind you, your head turned to witness his display, and your brain willingly burning the dirty image into itself. His blue eyes are captivating, so bright that they seem to glow even in the daylight. You notice his eyes begin to narrow as a devilish smile also rises on his lips, clearly having seen your moment of fascination.

With you still looking, he disappears from your gaze to hurriedly close his wet, soft lips over your puffy, throbbing clit. His hands are holding onto your ass for stability, fingernails clawing at the skin and leaving red, raw strips in their wake. There’s no time wasted, one heavy lick after another, more of your juices gather upon his tastebuds and he’s fucking ecstatic.

You’re in too deep to try and hold on to your resolve now, you know that, but maybe it’s just your nature. Strained moans escape your plumped lips, deep pink and sore from biting down so hard in order to refrain from enjoying your captor’s antics.

Lewd noises of suction and your wetness sound as his mouth pulls away from your cunt for the first time since he started.

“Ugh, fuck…” he groans lowly, his heavy breath fanning out onto your aimlessly clenching, drenched hole when he leans back on his heel to take in yet another view of your behind. A few seconds pass before he decides you’re too addictive to stay away.

“Mmph- Ah, you taste so sweet, so fucking innocent…” Dabi breathes, his skilled tongue flicking your bud back and forth so much that your knees threaten to buckle, and of course he wouldn’t let that go unnoticed.

“Look at you, mm, can hardly handle it.”

He’s eating you so fast that it’s getting more and more difficult for your brain to keep up, and before you know it you’re coming undone for the second time. You barely even registered your orgasm building up, so this time it’s much more intense.

“GRR! C-CUMMING!”

Dabi’s irises swirl with unexpected surprise and pure elation.

Your eyes clench shut, harder than ever as you endure the way your hole spasms, the way your body jolts under the villain’s hold on you. Thighs so desperately trying to close again, you strain to keep them open for him, even as you feel something watery sliding down the plush skin.

Even as you’ve hit your peak, he’s still got his mouth on you, this time shaking his head with his long tongue lolling around and gliding over every inch of your sex. For a split second, you wonder why he’s riding you through this one. And for another split second, you internally thank the concrete wall in front of you for being something to lean your full weight on.

“Sh-Shit, you’re a squirter too?” He asks rhetorically whilst standing, using the back of his hand to wipe his chin. Man, he's starting to think he should keep you after this.

“I… I don’t know! I’m sorryAH!” Your apologies are cut short by a firm smack to your ass and a breathless chuckle.

“You’re so CUTE!” He yells with a crazed grin and delivers another smack, harder than the last and sure to turn your skin a darker shade of red.

You’re well beyond crying over the pain now, instead you’re starting to fucking enjoy it, crying over the pleasure. Broken sobs echo with each crisp smack he hurtles toward your ass until he stops completely.

Without any warning, Dabi leans over your trembling body to take your jaw in one hand, keeping it steady for his other thumb to bully its way into your mouth. He coats it with your spit, rubbing the pad of his thumb all over the surface of your tongue and eventually removes himself from you.

The silence is deafening, that is until you break it with a sharp exhale.

He’s slathering your asshole with your own saliva, circling around it and causing you to pant, who knows why. Exhaustion, anxiety, anticipation, fear… pleasure.

“Oh? You like that?” He places his other hand around your waist, his featherlight touch tickling you slightly and making you twitch.

“Filthy girl.”

The harder he begins to push against your puckered hole, the louder and faster your breathing becomes. He’s contently watching you clench around nothing from above your pathetic form, and it’s when he dares to slide his thumb past the rim that you finally break.

“Urngh! Pl-ease, please!” You beg, non injured cheek scraping slightly along the wall.

“Begging? For what?”

You pause to think for a moment. Mind blank. There’s no answer, and Dabi can see it on your face.

“Haha, my dumb little hero doesn’t even know what she’s begging for! What, are you all fucked out already?” His raspy voice is pleasant in contrast to the words he says with it.

Suddenly, the villain slips his slicked thumb fully inside of your ass, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking it backward at the same time. He leans forward again, only to whisper in your ear.

“I hate to break it to you, precious, but I’m sure as hell not done with you yet.”

It seems like your entire world spins ten times faster, like you’re floating as he speaks.

“God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you…” he states, voice still low as his hold on your hair drops and he softly caresses the length of your spine in a way that’s frighteningly loving.

In a matter of minutes his coat is flung onto the ground, jeans are unzipped and pushed down with his underwear to free his throbbing cock, a sigh of relief from him indicating that his hard length was getting worse to deal with by the second.

You’re soaked, your cum spilling out of your hole without much of a push at all, and it’s driving Dabi insane. He wants to corrupt you, your sweet little cunt is practically calling his name, just asking for him to claim it. He’s sick of all the foreplay nonsense, all he wants is to split you in half, fuck you so dumb on his fat cock to the point where you can’t even form a coherent sentence.

So that’s what he’s going to do. Say buh-bye to the adorable virgin hero you are.

Quickly running both hands through his obsidian head of hair, he stares at his dick. Angry, long and jumping. Yeah. You’re destroyed. Your captor grips both of your shoulders, his cock level with your puffy, slicked up pussy without even having to align it. You’re the perfect size for him, now let’s see if you’re the perfect fit.

“MMPH! NNGH!” You squeal loudly, the searing pain originating from your sex automatically sending hot teardrops over your waterlines, the corners of your mouth downturned into a cute, wobbly pout.

“Oh, shut up. That was only the tip. Some pain threshold for a hero.” He says through gritted teeth, hiding his twisted enjoyment.

Dabi’s sinking you down onto his cock by your shoulders, his forceful grasp too much for you to wriggle away from. Inch by inch, he’s sliding in, the pain so overwhelming that you’re feeling lightheaded again.

“Almost done, don’t worry. You’ll be screaming for me by the end, virgin slut.”

That’s it. His attitude is getting to you.

“Get off on innocence much?” You backchat with a pained and hostile twinge.

“OI!” He shouts, pausing any movement for the time being, his voice making you jump in the process.

Good, that tormented look is back on your face.

The villain sucks on his teeth before slamming his hips into your ass, immediately nudging your cervix all the while branding your shoulders with burning handprints which evokes an agonised reaction from you.

A silent scream leaves your lips, the sensation so intense that no noise is enough to convey it.

“I thought I told you to watch the attitude, princess. Tch, stupid bitch.”

Fuck, you’re so tight around him that it’s hard to move. Inhaling through his teeth, Dabi attempts to thrust his twitching cock in and out of you. He succeeds, but only just. Looks like you’re growing accustomed without him having to touch your clit, how cute.

The pain is succumbing to the sheer pleasure, the feeling of his length brushing up and down your inner walls drowning it out. Whiney groans are erupting straight from your chest, playing like music to your captor’s ears. Every thrust is becoming more and more powerful, his cock dead set on finding release inside of you before anybody else ever can.

After a short while, your heated face is occasionally bumping into the wall as you’re bouncing on him, echoes of strained grunts and the sweetest moans mixing with each other and the sound of skin against skin.

“Sssshhhhit! You feel me? Yeah?” His gravelly questions pierce through your mind, every word he says so clear to you.

“Yes, yes! Hard-Harder!” You’re a blubbering mess now, letting yourself go, completely unhinged for your villain.

Your villain? THE villain. What’re you thinking?!

“Hahaha! You’re taking it like a bonafide slut! Turn around and I’ll go harder for you.” Dabi is loving this way too much.

Obeying orders, you turn around only to be picked up and manhandled once more, this time your back pushed into the wall with him between your legs. You’re left with an unbearable feeling of emptiness without his perfect dick stretching you out, but that feeling soon disappears when he instantly slams back into you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and scrunching your pretty face, you cry out, “Fucking hell!”

Dabi bites his lip at the sight before him and licks up a few of your stray tears, then finally presses his lips against yours. Your teeth clash sometimes with the movements but neither of you give a shit, you’re definitely too fucked. The villain soon slows his pace, still keeping the strength in his thrusts consistent, the slight decrease in speed allowing you to force your tongue into his mouth without biting it.

He sighs loudly and pleased, undeniably happy with your little performance of courage. He’s keeping you, he’s decided. The kiss is broken, and the pace is increased once more.

“I’m gonna cum—” Your captor warns.

“N-Not inside! Ah! Ah!” You attempt to yell through every bounce of your ass upon his strong thighs, sweet panic arising on your features.

“Sorry, what was that?” He asks menacingly, the muscles in his arms tensing up as they secure your legs. You can feel his cock jolting inside of your tight cunt. No no no!

“Please! N-ot insi-ide—!” Your nostrils are flaring, heart beating about a mile a second but he isn’t pulling out.

Dabi hears you, loud and clear. But damn if he isn’t going to make a show out of this. With his plumped lips open and teeth gritted, he closes his eyes and bows his eyebrows, pulling the perfect face of release just for you.

“Nngh— fuck, fuck…” the villain pants with his nose touching yours. As soon as his eyes open to be met with yours, filled with terror, excitement, lust… all such emotions that contradict with each other playing on your face, he just laughs at you dryly. Dumb, tiny virgin bitch.

“Whoops. Too late.”

Your wide eyes are boring into his narrowed ones as a mixture of his and your own cum droops to the ground beneath you, not a thought present inside your head. Shock numbing your emotions. Still, you attempt to weasel your way out of his hold, which gets you nowhere.

“You didn’t think we were finished, did you? Don’t worry, I’ll be the one to tell your hero buddies you’re on maternity leave... Hey, what'd you expect? A fuckin' apology?”

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#bnha smut #bnha x reader #mha smut #my hero acedamia #bnha dabi #dabi #dark content #dabi smut #dabi headcanons #touya todoroki

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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SHIGARAKI TOMURA MASTERLIST

Ranging from my top Shiggy post to posts with notes above 1k.

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burned-out-match · 1 year

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masterlist??

MHA!!

shiggy being in love

dabi and shigaraki’s ideal types lol

hawks, shiggy with a short s/o

hawks, shiggy, aizawa with an insecure s/o

hawk’s and aizawa’s ideal types

domestic! hawks

hawks mating for life??

aizawa and hawks as dads!

shiggy with a mentally ill s/o

if shigaraki had a different childhood...

shigaraki redemption arc?

endeavor thoughts

bakugou, shiggy, shoto being jealous

shiggy, aizawa, hawks with a flirtatious s/o

bakugou and todoroki hearing you gush over them

toga, shinsou, tamaki with an s/o who has a shrinking quirk

shinsou, bakugou, kiri with an s/o who snaps

hawks with an oblivious s/o

kiri, bakugou, izuku with a chubby s/o!!

shinsou, ms. joke, toga with a stuttering s/o

bakugou with a pregnant partner

shinsou, aizawa, monoma with an avid reader! s/o

toga, shinsou, denki with an s/o with glasses

momo and ochako with an s/o with an opposite quirk

aizawa meeting a motherly s/o

bakugou, kiri, shoto with a twin sister

hawks after an argument and breakup

present mic, aizawa, midnight with an s/o with long hair

dabi, shinsou, miruko with an s/o who loves the rain

shinsou, denki, tamaki genderbent

shinsou, bakugou, tsu with a mega quirk s/o

toga, bakugou, dabi when u fart

shigaraki, bakugou, shoto when you ask for a kith

shinsou with a lying s/o

hawks, aizawa, shinsou with a writer s/o

tsu, shinsou, uraraka holding hands

tsu on a swimming date

mina and jirou with a singer

kiri, iida, all might as boyfrens

hawks in a relationship

hawks with an owl quirk s/o

bubble tea date with denki, shinsou, mina

hawks, bakugou, dabi when their s/o opens up

monoma with a pained s/o

shinsou, monoma, kuroiro with a shadow quirk s/o

all might fluff

midnight and mic with a villain s/o

bakugou, denki, shinsou when their s/o visits from the future

more hawks relationship fluff

hawks breakup angst

shigaraki and hawks with a singer

aizawa, shinsou, jirou with a cat-quirk s/o

kinoko komori appreciation

momo, izuku, neijire with an s/o who possesses people

shigaraki and his gamer

aizawa, izuku, bakugou with a quirkless s/o

shiggy x reader fluff fic

random class 1a hcs

bakugou angst, tw:abuse

HxH!!

kurapika with a short s/o

can illumi love??

yandere illumi

can hisoka love??

kurapika and leorio as boyfrens

leorio, hisoka, kurapika with a tall s/o

kite, illumi, chrollo with a pregnant s/o

hisoka’s type

hisoka hcs

illumi brainrot

Genshin Impact!!

childe x reader sample fic??

HSR!!

thoughts about sampo

hsr shitpost number 1

hsr shitpost number 2

hsr shitpost number 3

hsr shitpost number 4

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hiddenlife-manager · 7 months

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Shigaraki x Chubby Fem Reader

cw... chubby reader, creampie, breeding, breasts, oral mention, degradation, pussy, cunt, breast sucking mention, milking, etc...

notepad... honestly haven't written an anime fanfiction in a while and after all gotta serve my orginal fans right hehe. Don't get me wrong I love soccer guys but my passion is fictional men.

Shigaraki was a slave to your body. Something about the curves caused him to suddenly ignore his rude and brash personality. Shigaraki found himself praising your body in his head while he spewed nothing but insults your way. Nothing about your curvy body; everything about how you are a mess for his cock only.

"Such a fucking slut." He spat out his words, laced with venom. He knew how much you loved being degraded. Even though Shigaraki hates others and would cross line to insult others, he knew where to stop.

"Ah- wait!" You blushed as you felt his gloved fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. Shigaraki spit onto your cunt, chuckling lowly. He loved your folds and the way your tummy existed, so he could rest his head on it when he wasn’t fucking you good. He pulled his fingers out of your glistening cunt. It was perfect puffy lips, ready to take his cock.

"Shut it, slut." He spewed out as he turned your body to its side and lifted your chubby leg over his slim body onto his shoulder. His cock was so hard, dripping pre-cum, ready to fuck your pussy, wanting to burry himself in your beautiful folds, your form that comforted the incel. His thighs wrapped around your other leg. Right then and there, with no warning, he shoved his leaking cock into your pussy. "Fuck…" He trailed off, moaning loudly.

He began to pull out slowly, then shoving himself in a harsh way, your skin slapping against his and his balls slapping against you. He needed to go fast; just the feeling of you taking him in almost made him cum inside your pussy. Holding your body gently, making sure one finger is lifted from each hand that holds you.

The position he was in made it so hard for him to pull out of your tight cunt. He loved the way you clenched on his cock, your legs shivering from each time he shoved himself into you. Moans leave your plump lips. His one hand trailed from your hip to your big breast. He loved how soft it was.

"Such a fucking slut, milking my cock, isn’t that right slut?" Shigaraki moaned; all you could let out were moans and cries as he continued to fuck you. You began to feel the knot in your lower body, your back arching, wanting him to fuck you faster, his cock hitting the right spot.

"Shiggy- fuck!" You let out breathlessly. He smirked, knowing he had your perfect body under his control, yet he himself was closer than you were. He struggled to hold back the impending orgasm he knew he was about to have. His hands could never do him justice, unlike your pussy which sucked him in and begged for his cum. Begging for him to fill you up and get you pregnant makes your already big breasts full of milky liquid that Shigaraki could drink.

With the very thought of his mouth sucking milk from your sore breast because he was fucking a baby in you, it made him cum in your walls. Shigaraki slumped with a high-pitched whimper, leaving him as he continued to thrust into your pussy that clenched on and off as you tried to get away from his thrust. Your orgasm was also washing over you suddenly.

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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@kelin-is-writing i saw your comment and figured you might like this too lol. i read your rules btw and i really hope this abides by them, i legit triple checked

pairing: dabi x reader with a thigh-riding /corruption kink and he’s videocall so a bit of indirect exhibitionism?? not really tho lol

”so… you’re a virgin?”

The question was dropped like a bomb that cracked the ground separating you and dabi, one wrong answer and it would break and end it all.

��ehm.. yeah.” you say quietly as you avoided his gaze, but he couldn’t help but to crack a smile.

“poor thing, missing out on so much.” he chuckles as you shoot him a glare.

“you’re the one that has one-night stands every day of the year. one day you might actually get someone pregnant you know.” you deadpan as you gaze out the window to settle down.

Dabi checks the time and turns back to you, grabbing your attention by the sound of him patting his pantleg.

“what?” you asks, eye flicking to his pantleg and back to his face, just enough to catch his subtle grin.

“experiment.” is all he says as he picks you up and places you on his leg.

“huh?!” you blab as you turn beet red, placing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself from topling backwards.

“i got a call to be on, but experiment. someone online said it does some shit to you, rubs nerves maybe? i dont know, just try it out. i’ll tilt the camera the other way.” dabi rambles as you turn even more red.

“what if they see me?” you mumble into his sweatshirt as he places a hand on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“i just said that i’ll tilt the camera, darl’ “ he smiles as you ponder the thought. it was tempting.

“fine. but get on your stupid call first.” you pout as he beems a huge smile, clicking away on his computer to open up the call.

“hey dabi.” shigaraki breaks the silence as dabi waves, toga joining the call soon after.

“it’s going to be breif, dont worry. it’s about a threat..” shigaraki starts, the rest fades out as you focused on yourself.

you checked the camera one more time to make sure it didn’t see, being greated with the sight of dabi’s black screen and his audio off. you smiled slightly to yourself before moving. your eyes went wide and you almost crumpled right there. you only got one thrust in but woah, dabi was right, this hit a lot of nerves.

you mustered up the strength to do it again, this time doing it enough times to set a rhythm. you heard dabi groan above you and you were letting out small whimpers, the perfect harmony to sound out the meeting. a few more thrusts and you were sent into euphoria, trembling as you fell even more into dabi’s arms. he peered down at you with a small smile and looked back up at the meeting.

“good?” he asks, offering his shoulder so you could pull yourself up. you hid your face in his neck as he laughed and rubbed your back. “you made a mess.”

“you suggested it first!” you protest as he smacks your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

“you should do that again, get more familiar. you’ll be doing it a lot more soon.”

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sugoi-and-spice · 2 years

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Stealth Mission (Shigaraki x Reader)

So like, Tomura Shigaraki 100% uses his quirk to decay the condom right?

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

CW: Stealthing (Non-Consensual Condom Removal), Coercion, Established Relationship turned Non-Con/Dub-Con, Explicit Smut

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If you weren’t putting the condom on him yourself, you were watching Shigaraki do it like a fucking hawk.

It had definitely been a mistake to say fuck it and go raw that one time you found both your wallets empty. But you’d been getting beyond hot and heavy and it was right before he was leaving for a mission. You didn’t know if you’d ever even see him again so you said fuck it.

Well, you did see him again. And ever since, he hadn’t stopped whingeing when it came to condoms.

“Come on” he’d groan, grinding against your clothed sex, “You’re not gonna get pregnant and it feels so much better.”

“With how much you get stabbed and shot? Absolutely not.” you snapped, “You can do it with the condom or not at all.”

He let out a whine and a stubborn punch into the pillow, like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum, before moving on to put his lips to better work against your throat.

There was once that he tried to be sneaky about it, slipping it off just before pushing into you from behind. He’d failed to consider the fact that it felt as good for you as it did for him without a condom. There was a clear fucking difference that you felt instantly. And the villain had gotten all of just the tip in before earning a swift donkey kick to the chest.

Of course, once the act got going, Shigaraki was always out of complaints. Sex was sex, and sex between you was amazing after all. But the moments leading up were always fucking insufferable.

Today, however, there hadn’t been a peep. He didn’t even pose the question, just got down to brass tax. Whether it was because it had been a while since your last coupling and he was desperate or he was finally giving up on the argument altogether, you weren’t sure. Whatever the reason, you were just enjoying the way he was fucking you senseless with only his normal, horny babbling. You never once suspected that he had a plan going in.

“Yeah, you like that?”

He stood above you, your hips pulled almost entirely off the bed with only his left hand pushing on the back of your knee, his right grinding frantically into your sex, and the snap of his hips keeping you up.

“Y-Yes, fuck yes—!” you cried out.

You could feel him harden and swell within you as he got close, the feeling in tandem with the friction sending you entirely over the edge.

As your orgasm rocked through your body, you didn’t notice him stop thrusting. Even as you came down your brain was too fuzzy to notice that he’d also pulled out almost entirely.

It was only when you noticed that sinister, toothy grin of his that a surge of panic hit you. You snapped down to where you were connected, your hips pushed up almost perpendicular so you could see everything perfectly. Shigaraki wanted you to see.

To see him wrap all five fingers around his cock.

“Tomura—!”

He suddenly plunged into you with a groan so loud and satisfied, it almost felt like a victory cry.

You gasped out, feeling every inch of hot smooth skin, every vein and ridge and strain of muscle. The condom was fully decayed.

You tried to sit up, but Shigaraki was faster — fuck, you always forgot how fast and nimble he was — locking his hands to the back of your legs and shoving your knees hard into your chest. He was fucking restraining you with your own body, and folding you tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“T-Tomura!” you panted, “P-Please—!”

But he didn’t hear you, only bucking and babbling desperately, “Fuckyes Fuckyes Fuckyes—it feels so fucking goooood…”

It did feel good. The added slickness of precum, the natural glide of soft, supple skin against skin. Whether it was good or not was never the reason you said no.

You palmed weekly at his stomach as you felt him start to stutter, “T-Tomura I’m serious! Please don’t cum in—”

Shigaraki didn’t last much longer — he had already been close to climax before he’d dusted the condom. And now—

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” his head dropped down into your chest between your ankles as his jackhammered wildly, “Fucking take it!”

His hips slapped one last yelp out of you, locking flush into your thighs as he spilled over inside.

Shigaraki stayed there for what felt like forever. Giggling as he rubbed his hips into you, as if he was trying to get even deeper, to crawl into your skin.

“Fuck I just want to live here.” grinned blissfully, intentionally rubbing as much salt into the wound as he could, “Wouldn’t you like that?”

You were pointedly not looking at him. He reached down to pinch your chin between your fingers. He tilted it towards him.

“Come on, beautiful, wouldn’t you?”

You promptly whipped your head out of his hands.

He tried to poke and prod at you for a few more minutes, but upon realizing that you had no intention of playing along, finally got bored.

Shigaraki pulled out with a groan, his softening cock pulling a good amount of cum with it.

You finally sat up as he walked across the room to grab a towel and wipe himself off, joints wincing and cracking from the pretzel position he had manipulated you into. You peered down between your legs to assess the damage.

An absolutely absurd amount of cum was puddling onto the sheets, some even spilling out onto the floor thanks to how close you were to the edge of the bed. Tiny little shreds of latex mixed with it.

Shigaraki turned back to you, towel in hand, “Do you want—”

…just in time to dodge one of his sneakers that you had chucked straight at his head.

“You fucking asshole!”

Hehe, so maybe not the stealthiest stealthing.

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yhwhsdaughter · 1 year

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Patient 0

credit

Shigaraki x F. Reader

Italics will be used to indicate the reader’s thoughts.

Contents: inaccurate portrayal of psychology, brief and vague mentions of abuse, mental illness, self-harm, suicide, and violent thoughts in general.

“He is a very dangerous man, Doctor. Murdered his own family in cold blood. And now, poor Dr. Koda..” the sound of [Name]’s low heels echoed around the solemn walls of Musutafu’s Institution for the Criminally Insane. She’d heard about the fate of her predecessor; took his own life, right after stealing and destroying all the files on his patient Shigaraki Tomura. The security guard, a stout man, walked too close for comfort, struggling to keep up with her large strides. “You have family, Mr. Itō?” [Name] gazed down at his flushed face; her eyes centered on the crumbs that sprinkled his tie. He worked the night shift and was probably snacking on chips from the vending machine. “Uh yes-! Three children and a wife.” Biased opinion. He got that lovesick face that made her insides twist. [Name] wondered what that was like; perhaps she’d have to ask him more questions later on. Arriving at the cell, the young psychiatrist had tuned out the babbling man—she didn’t have to listen to know it was purely bad comments on her patient. Napoleon complex? She noted mentally.

Walking in, the first thing she saw was a seemingly young man. Shigaraki Tomura. Based on previous notes—those that hadn’t been destroyed—he would be about 21, though based solely on appearances such as his ratted hair and unkempt face, he was aged. Strapped to his thin body was a straight jacket; he had a history of aggression. Shigaraki eyed Mr. Itō with something akin to hatred, which was returned. [Name] stared at the two, knowing if the security guard stayed, Shigaraki would not open up. She accepted the chair offered to her, cautiously placing it in front of the bed, close but not too close. “Thank you, Mr. Itō, that will be all.” She didn’t look at him, her gaze focused on the man before her. “But-but doctor I can’t leave you alone with this-this.. monster.” [Name] smiled reassuringly, “I will be fine.” Though soft, it was a voice that left no room for argument, subsequently leaving the security speechless. Shigaraki gave him a mocking grin, his dry lips cracking at the motion. [Name] ushered the man, whose face was beginning to flush again, out before he could say anything. Shigaraki never took his eyes off her, a gaze with enough intensity to unnerve anyone. “You can call me Dr. [Surname].” He stared for a minute, “I can call you whatever I like.” Instigator. The comment flew over her like it was nothing as she sat, flipping through her clipboard. His antics wouldn’t work on her. “I will be treating you from now on, given the… unfortunate incident with your previous doctor.” Suicide. Shigaraki seemed amused, chuckling, “Unfortunate incident. I wonder who the next one will be..” Threatening. A pregnant silence fell between them as [Name]’s hand moved fast, scribbling down her thoughts.

“What brings you to me, Doctor?” She was aware that he was trying to take control of the session. “Your mental illness. I want to get to the root of the problem.” Her vocabulary was a bit.. “Mental illness..” he repeated, “Do elaborate, Doctor.” His voice was low and raspy, as if he’d screamed his lungs out. Still, it was demanded in a manner that indicated he’d jump [Name] if she said the wrong words. “How are you today?”

Shigaraki blinked, pausing, “I’m feeling delightful today..” Both engaged in a silent battle, analyzing one another. [Name] felt the weight of his gaze as he leaned forward, manspreading. The feeling of boredom he usually felt in these interviews wasn’t present; there was a sense of intrigue that the good doctor made him feel. Shigaraki’s crimson stare took in every aspect of her. She was.. beautiful. Eye-striking in the way that made people look twice. He grinned. She would drive the other patients crazy, even more so. “You’re very attractive Doctor.” Another pause. “What about you? How are you feeling?” “Do describe what you’re feeling. Why are you feeling particularly ‘delightful today’?” she quoted him, squashing his queries as if they were a mere fly to her. He gnawed at the skin on his bottom lip, savoring that controlled feeling of pain—like taking a blade to his mouth. At least two ulcers had formed inside; Shigaraki bit harder when he noticed [Name] taking notes. Self-harm.

“I just feel like today’s going to be great. Like everything is gonna go right.” More scribbling. “Is that so?” she looked up at him. As the dim light illuminated part of her face, Shigaraki observed that [Name] had a youthful face. The kind that made you think ‘Is she really a doctor?’

“Now it’s my turn. How old are you Doc?” Intrusive. Faux friendliness. Sighing, [Name] placed her clipboard down—still out of his sight. “Let me be clear. I’m the one who will be doing the questioning. We’re not here to talk about me.” She chided like a mother reminding her child not to eat dessert before dinner. Even so, there was a certain coldness, a present authority that she was not like his previous psychiatrist. It annoyed Shigaraki; if his arms were free, he would’ve already crossed them. “Fine.. Ask away.” [Name] cleared her throat before saying— it was more like she was reciting from memory, “You were institutionalized after being charged with murdering your family.” There was some disbelief to her voice.

Instantly, Shigaraki’s demeanor changed. Any smidge of him opening up, immediately shut down—a frown settling over his face as it darkened. “My father was a disgusting pig. An abusive alcoholic piece of shit who beat us daily.” [Name] listened intently, putting her pen down and actually seeing him, which made Shigaraki feel willing yet vulnerable. “You wanna know the worst part?” His veins pulsed with pure hatred. “I’m the one who’s locked up.”

“You’re right. It’s not fair.” She smiled calmly which caused him to continue; he didn’t trust her but it urged him to keep going, the words spilling from his lips. That’s all he could do at this point. “Fair would be getting revenge on that asshole.” “Well, he is six feet underground so I’d say that’s done.” [Name] was surprised when laughter erupted from his mouth like vomit. It had been too long. “You’ve got a dark sense of humor Doc, I like it!” She felt as if they were finally building a repertoire—“How would you react if I tried to kiss you?” All she heard was a record scratch on the inside of her mind, her sympathy dying and it took [Name] great effort not to twitch in disgust. For the first time, his attempts to break her calm façade seemed to be working. Shigaraki had a smug expression as she stated rather coldly, “I would call security and have them restrain you.” Her self-control was impressive, really, but he guessed it had to do with the professionalism that came with the occupation. If one dealt with all kinds of crazy, it would make sense to remain in quietude. Shigaraki prodded the bee’s nest, enjoying his therapy session, “What if there was no security to stop me? How long do you think it would take Itō’s short legs to reach this room?” This was it. He fed on their fear. It was the only way he’d be left alone. Except— “I’m stronger than I look.”

“Prove it then.”

He was daring her. His red eyes seized her figure, there wasn’t anything that showed immense signs of strength. Shigaraki hunched but if he were to stand to his full height, he’d be at least a head taller. Now.. if only these restraints could come off…

“Would you like to talk about your self-harm?” It was an emotional punch to the gut. “No.” Trigger. The scars on his neck and wrists spoke for themselves. The orderlies had previously informed her how Shigaraki fought every time against the restraints, creating deep lacerations. It usually took several strong men to hold him down. “Alright. Do you wish you didn’t exist?” Fuck. “I want to destroy everything. I want it all to disappear.” [Name] fought the urge to grin—she would surely look unwell, and it’d be inappropriate. “Do you remember killing your family?” It was easy to segue into another topic but conversation was, at last, steering in the direction she desired. “It was deserved. I went through Hell there..”

“Interesting…” Scribble, scribble. Her words did not reach his ears. “What did you just say..?” Shigaraki’s fingers twitched inside the jacket. “I said it’s interesting.” With hostility, “What is?” It was almost a hiss, full of venom that couldn’t wait to penetrate her skin. “It’s interesting to me that you can remember something you didn’t do. Police investigation revealed that your father killed your family. The only question that remained: who killed him?”

“What do you mean?” He gritted out. “Have I been locked in here for nothing!?!” Impaired memory. Those would be the last of her notes, the rest would be solely engraved in her brain. “No. You haven’t been here for nothing. You exhibit clear signs of severe mental illness, aggressive issues that endanger others and yourself, aaaand you’re the only suspect to your father’s murder. Not to mention your lacking cooperation and the manipulation of your previous psychiatrist that led him to destroy your files, conveniently, and kill himself. I would say that’s plenty for you to stay imprisoned.”

“And what? You think you can fix me?” In a honeyed voice, she answered, “Oh, I won’t fix you Shigaraki Tomura.” He raised a brow, “And why do you say that?” There was a slight bout of confusion in his scarlet eyes. [Name] smiled, practically seeing the cogs turning inside his mind. “You see, I need you to stay unfixable.” He was plagued by the desire to know, like an itch that needed to be scratched. And scratched. And scratched. Until it bled profusely. “Why?”

“Because I killed your father.”

The seriousness in her tone indicated the truth. [Name] stood up, dropping her clipboard onto her previously occupied chair, approaching Shigaraki. He remained silent. “Like you said, he was an abusive pig.” Unlike her initial serene demeanor, [Name] unmasked. Disgust. In her inflection, body language, facial expression. “He was my father too.” She chuckled when Shigaraki’s brow raised. “I’m only a few years older than you. He poisoned my mother with sweet words, and impregnated her before leaving. But prior to that, he hit her so hard she nearly died.” Her late mother was banged up against the wall, resulting in permanent brain damage. “I was born prematurely thanks to his parting gift. Anyway, I continued my life, taking care of my disabled mother, studying, cultivating a career and then I discovered him.” Her eyes shone, “Purely by accident, but I couldn’t believe it. God had granted me an opportunity.. Of course, I recognized him by one of the few pictures my mom kept. And that’s when I knew.” At the time, it was like an epiphany.

“So it was you who got rid of the scumbag. I’m only sorry I wasn’t able to end him myself.” He finally replied. “I made him suffer enough for a thousand lifetimes.” The hair on her arms stood as she recalled that night, smiling, which in turn made Shigaraki chuckle. [Name]’s fingers worked swiftly, undoing the straight jacket. “You’re a weird one, sis.” He stood up, stretching his long stiff limbs.

Without the obligations of acting like his psychiatrist, [Name] embraced her half-brother. Stunned by the sudden display of affection, it was a miracle Shigaraki didn’t react violently. It had been almost an eternity since he was given a genuine hug. He stared at her, thinking how easy it would be to crush her pretty little head. “Baby brother.. I need a favor.” He grimaced. How fucking cringe was she? Did she truly think this behavior would work? “What.”

Her nimble fingers pressed on his shoulders as she leaned closer, almost as if she wanted to become one. It was faint but Shigaraki caught a whiff of her perfume. It was.. soft on the nose. Flowers. Of fucking course she would use something like that. His arms wrapped around her form and she whispered, “I need you..to remain here.” Caged, like a dog. “Why would I do that?” His voice was low as his arms distracted themselves running across her back. She was soft. Everything about her was, except the sharpness of her tongue. “Will you do that? For me..?” It was annoying how easily she evaded his questions. He squeezed, smiling when he heard a small crack and a pained wheeze. “Just for you.” Shigaraki pulled back, grasping her face in his hands, a bit roughly, staring at those doe eyes that witnessed carnage and reveled in it. “I won’t escape. I’ll stay here,” he gestured, “in these shitty four walls for you.”

[Name] brimmed with excitement, it was difficult to contain it. She took hold of the hands that held onto her, and squeezed gently before pressing her cheek onto his palm like a cat seeking love, “Thank you brother. I will visit you often. As your ‘psychiatrist’ obviously. And when I find someone to take the fall for our father’s murder, I will vouch for you and secure your liberty.” She looked up at him, nearly batting her lashes, “It will take time… Do you trust me?” [Name] definitely inherited her looks from her mother.

“Yeah I trust you.”

This young woman was disarming in the vilest of ways. However, she was his golden ticket. Without [Name], freedom was but a myth. He could take her by force but the guards would never let him out. Even if he argued his innocence, Itō—who’d taken a liking to his beloved sister, would take her side immediately. Perhaps that’s where her sense of secureness and confidence came from.

“I want to crack open your skull and examine the remains.”

“I will take you away from all this.. but you need to be patient. Understand?” He nodded. “[Name]..” she blinked attentively, “I think you’re the first person I love…… I will do anything. I’ll wait as long as I have to, as long as it takes.” She smiled.

“This is our promise.”

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nonobadcat · 1 year

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Afo on valentine with pregnant reader maybe if your ok with requests 🥺

Whoot! Finally had time to sit down and work on this! ❤️

I think the answer of how AFO would be with a pregnant lover depends on which country's Valentines Day we're talking about. In western style countries I'm sure there would be wining and dining but, since BNHA is set in Japan, I decided to go with a Japanese style holiday.

In Japan, women are expected to be the predominate provided of the holiday. This turns around on White Day in March when the men return the favor with gifts. There are several types of chocolate for Valentine's day: Giri (obligation), Honmei (true love: sounds suspiciously like homemade), Tomo (friends), Jibun (I bought for myself), and Fami (family). There are also reports of Gyaku (man to woman gifted) chocolate, but I get the impression most guys just wait for White Day.

All For One x Pregnant Reader Valentine's Day

Puffy coat lapels clutched tight to your neck, you dodged past yet another line snaking out from the tidy, pink and red mottled store fronts of the Roppongi Hills shopping center. Banners and LED adverts flashed limited edition everything from gold foiled chocolate truffles to "lovey dovey" rice crackers. Even Kitty Diamond, the slick, luxury pet shop, had swapped their usual clean, white window display for a flood pastels hearts. The mournful amber eyes of the plush Persian kittens for sale looked like a glowing sunset against their coral colored collars.

Squinting against the ferocious February wind, you stuffed the straps of your canvas bag into your armpit and braced the package tight against your chest. Out past the rose garden, you trudged down the sloping sidewalks towards the south entrance of Roppongi Station. As you passed L'Atelier du Pain, the French bakery, the odor of buttery baked goods made your bulging belly flutter. You groaned and patted your stomach.

"I told you at the first store, it's no good. I'm pretty sure that anything that smells that nice isn't on that troll doctor's 'recommended diet' list." You rolled your eyes. "Though I think his obsessing over my nutrient balance is going to give me higher blood pressure than any amount of potato chips."

When you reached the sparkling glass and rosy brass front of the luxury high rise, the doorman nearly tripped over himself to greet you. A nervously mumbled "welcome back" accompanied by averted eyes left you scowling. Clearly, someone had gotten short with the staff for "looking too long", again.

Honestly. You assumed, at first, that being visibly pregnant with his child would make the ever possessive Shigaraki feel more secure. However, even since seeing those two pink lines, your husband seemed more territorial than ever. Seeing the security guard's face almost made you want to extend your outing just to get away from the stifling apartment a little while longer. However, the throb of your swollen feet reminded you what a stupid idea that was.

Knowing that any further contact would make things worse, you strolled past the man and headed straight to the elevator. The sound of your annoyed toe tapping on the glossy, granite was your only companion. The glowing numbers crawled up floor by floor until they halted at the penthouse suite. With the tinny ding, you waddled off the lift and leaned against the creamy canvas wallpaper just beside your sumptuous, high rise flat.

Setting your purchase on polished, glittering tiles, you finished deep into your purse for your key. Your bag caught the edge the limited release vase on the hall table. You gasped. Lunging forward, your grabbed its lip before it could tumble to the floor. Heart pounding, you straightened the fresh flowers. Looking at the hasty arrangement made you purse your lips. No good. Compared to the perfectly crafted ikebana that usually sat outside the door, your efforts were a mess.

"Oh well," you sighed, turning back to the task at hand. "Not like it matters."

After all, one of his followers put a fresh arrangement in it every day.

You pressed your finger to the biometric scanner before turning the tumblers. The door slipped open on smooth hinges. As you balanced the load against your hip, a pink and white tag, decorated with a rolly polly infant, danged from your purse. Just as you leaned for the other bag, a large hand grasped your shoulder.

"I'll get that."

Without looking up, you shook your head at the owner of the smooth baritone and groped for your purchase "You're fussing again."

Shigaraki's pale fingers plucked the bag from the floor, hoisting it high over your head with a grin one tooth too wide to be kind. "You enjoy a little fussing," he teased, letting the goods swing from his pointer.

You reached out, snatching at your purchase. He sneered before raising it five centimeters beyond your finger tips. As you rocked onto the balls of your feet, straining for the handles, he leaned back, letting the bag bounce off his massive shoulder.

"Give it back!"

He chuckled, rocking it back and forth in the hanging air. "Why? It's for me isn't it?"

"For tonight! Not now!" Carefully shuffling sore breasts aside, you crossed your arms and grumbled. "Patience is not your virtue, is it?"

A massive palm engulfed your head, patting it twice before rubbing small circles at the edge of your scalp. "And following instructions is not yours." He nodded to the window at the end of the hall. A gust of wind rattled the pane. "I distinctly recall The Doctor telling you not to strain yourself this late in the pregnancy."

You pried his hand off your head and huffed. "A few block walk is hardly straining myself."

"In the cold and up hill?"

"It's 10C and I'm wearing a down jacket."

Red eyes narrowed. "With the zipper open."

You rolled your eyes. "...and who's fault is it that I've gained 10kgs?"

As a thick tongue darted out to wet his lips, your husband rested his hand on the shelf of your stomach. "It looks good on you."

Embarrassed heat flushed your cheeks. "Pervert," you spat, shouldering past him.

Planting your purse on the wall hook, you peeled off your coat and dropped it along side your bag. Braced one arm against the wall, you curled your finger inside your heel before tugged off your shoes. As you stepped from the gekkan onto the main floor, thick arms shoved themselves under your knees. Wide eyes looked up into a blinding, fanged grin.

"What sweets did my darling Valentine bring me?"

You gulped. "M-malted chocolate whiskey cake."

"Whiskey?" Crimson delight danced below long white lashes as he kicked the front door shut. "Not planning to share with me then?"

You raised an eye brow. "The All For One? Sharing with others?" With a shrug, you laid your head upon his shoulder and prodded his chest. "Seems a bit out of character for you."

Warm breath fanned across your neck. "Then what were you hoping for, my dear?" the devil whispered in your ear.

You faked a pout, but it was tainted by the coy grin tugging at your cheeks. Sultry promise coiling into every word, you loosened the next button from his open oxford. Chiseled pecs drifted into view as your stroked one finger down his sternum. His skin burned like hellfire.

"Have your cake and eat it too?"

Your heart fluttered as a low chuckle reverberated in his chest. You yelped at naughty nip at your ear lobe as his hands slide slowly up your thighs. Long fingers found the hem of your pants, tugging at the button.

"Oh," he groaned, nuzzling your scalp with his tall nose. "I think I can manage that."

Fun fact: That cake did exist Valentine's day 2023: Bricolage Bread & Co - ¥5,200

#all for one bnha #all for one x reader #shaigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #all for one x you #afo x reader #bnha valentines #bnha x reader #lov x reader #afo bnha #mha x reader #valentines day x reader

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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One-shot List

A collection of short works that don’t fit into any category I already have ✌🏻

Haikyu!

Comparing you to their Ex-Girlfriend featuring Suna and Kuroo (Female Reader)

Being the Pregnant Partner featuring Oikawa, Atsumu and Daichi (GN! Reader)

Being the Pregnant Partner featuring Osamu, Bokuto and Sakusa (GN! Reader)

Being the Pregnant Partner featuring Hinata, Kageyama and Hoshiumi (GN reader)

Being their Pregnant Partner featuring Kita, Suna and Akaashi (GN reader)

Comparing you to their Ex-girlfriend featuring Sakusa and Atsumu (Female Reader)

Being Bokuto’s Pregnant Partner: Going into Labor

Comparing you to their Ex-girlfriend featuring Osamu

It’s Been a While (Kageyama x Fem! reader)

Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner: Going into Labor

Birthday Girl- Meian Shugo x Fem! Reader

My Hero Academia

Being the Pregnant Partner of Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks (GN! Reader)

Being the Pregnant Partner of Shigaraki, Overhaul and Dabi (GN! Reader)

#one shot #one shot list #one shot master list #haikyu!#my hero academia #haikyu oneshots #my hero academia oneshot #boku no hero academia

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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"There are so many capable men... and all they can think to do is rob a convenience store? Kinda weird... you'd think a group this big might just, y'know... have bigger goals than that... You're all sick. And you need a cure."

Fics

Birdhaul

Can’t walk *hints of NSFW*

Puppy

Contortionist

No need for using sunblock..?

Drunk yet loyal

His mother...

Genuine actions (kid Kai)

Her brother / Revenge for her brother

The overhaul is NOT a toy!

Is not what it look like...

Evermore (Yandere Overhaul)

One or three bottles of saque

Lies to impress (Kid Kai)

End,,?

Bean boozled challenge

The bet

Obvilious (Kid Kai)

Arguments and three days of suffering

Sharing the bed

Baby fever? Is he sick?

Suffering due to the silence

Fighting bullies (Kid Kai)

Pretty vacuum

Running for nothing (Overhaul)

Touch starved

Nightsky and tears from his angel’s eyes

Kiss on the cheek (Kid Kai)

Jealous of Chrono

Hangover on angel’s arms

Trying to be romantic

Morning after

Corona time (stay safe everyone!)

Fallen angel...

The triplets

Someone who can trust and perhaps... more? (Kid Kai)

Kitty cat Overhaul

Memory lost

He is going to be taller (Kid Kai)

Period at the night

A tear from the devil’s eyes, could bring an angel back to life

Is that all you can do?

I see you now...

Accidental hit

Waxing legs

Fieldtrip buddies (Kid Kai)

Bedclouds of an angel

THE TALK (kid Kai)

Kitty kitty

Sweet sleepy mumblings (kid Kai)

Inviting you to prom (Teen Kai)

Another jealous Kai

Can he get her back?

Struggling on how to propose

Deaging quirk

Period pains

save or not save Mimic and rappa? That is the question

Rough day

Late night confessions

Harsh attitude

Not stopping me

Lost brother

All infatued with his angel

Stay with me until I fall asleep....

Elbowed on the face

Accidental first kiss

Not so pointless day

Baby Kai

Kiss by accident (Kid Kai)

Angel “BROKE UP” with him (kid Kai)

Sick day

Comfort

Airport confessions (kid Kai)

Hidden child

Cold hands, warm heart

Dabi as his angel’s best friend

A broken arm (Kid Kai)

Cat onesie (Kid Kai)

Only by a miracle

Accident

Jealous of Nemoto

Baby angel

Pro baseball player S/o

Animal crossing fun

Sweets (Kid Kai)

SFW Alphabet Overhaul

Never let go

Damn spider...

Send to the future (Kid Kai)

I may be cruel but I loved someone...

Car accident

“Who is this~?”

Was just a dream... (follow up to “cherish it or hate it?”)

The perfect maid...

Rest on the fort

Friendly vaccum (follow up to “pretty vacuum”)

Sixtuplets

Visits...

Take the mask off

Cupcake (Kid Kai)

Not her...

A father figurine

Never meant to be... (kinda Chrono x reader as well)

Unexpected

Hospital’s visits

Defending him (Chubby Overhaul)

The price...

Feeding

I object!

One life for the other

Drabble 1; Drabble 2; Drabble 3; Drabble 4

Replaced..? (Kid Kai)

Run run lost boy (kid Kai)

Reunion (some kid Kai on the start)

Hcs

Him overhearing his angel breaking down in front of Chrono

His angel is a secret assasin

Anemic S/o

Hard working S/o

Overhaul’s twin brother crushing on his angel

s/o that has Myasthenia Gravis

S/o that plays the piano and the guitar

S/o with super strenght quirk

Angel with poor memory

Fillipino S/o

S/o that scratches her neck like Shigaraki

The yakusa towards Overhaul and his wife

Mute S/o

Mexican S/o

Belly dancer S/o

Pointing out the tan lines

Angel with sensitive teeth

Makeup artist S/o

Black S/o

His angel having their kness on a bad condition

Ginger with blue eyes S/o

German s/o

Reacting when you take your bathrope off

Painter S/o

Hardworking S/o

Helping you calm down while your sister is in labor

S/o having a kitten sneeze

How they like to dance with their S/o

His angel having nightmares

S/o with a god complex

hm losing on Shogi by his angel

Bad mental health S/o

Kai with a pool

Old fashioned S/o

Telling that your pregnant by message.. by mistake

S/o scared of intimacy

Having to take care of his kid

S/o that draws clothes and has victorian style

S/o who is a famous sniper

S/o who is fragile

S/o who is distracted easily and dissapears

Random drunk headcanons

No one knows S/o is quirkless

Constantly tired S/o

Sensitive to the sun S/o

Gamer S/o introducing him to yakusa games

Chubby S/o

S/o who likes Hello kitty (Exception I do readers only fem and gender neutral)

Bored S/o

S/o insecure about using glasses

Not a bit insecure S/o

Taking care of wounded S/o with their child

Nurse S/o

Toothless like quirk S/o

Sensitive S/o

S/o that goes “ara ara~”

S/o that likes to gamble

Dealing with your bullshit 😂

When he forgets your anniversary

Quirkless S/o that ceme from the woods

Meme queen S/o

His reaction when you get bullied (Kid Kai)

Shiggy”s sister

Drabbles

Au's

Not again...:

‘The worst’ prologue / part 1 / “Who..?” part 2 / Not happening part 3 / Only over by my cold and dead body part 4 / The end..?

Arrangements:

part 1 part 2 part 3 Part 4

His protege:

part 1 ; final

No quirks, Chisaki as a nurse

part 1; part 2

Lost

part 1/ final

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venny-the-mha-writer · 5 months

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Back to be positive and ready to write again 😋

#mha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #bakugo x wife reader #mha #mha dabi #mha shigaraki #mha aizawa #mha deku #mha toga

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sugarakis-p2 · 2 years

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Eostre Spring Celebration! AKDMD ch 17.5

Mothman Shigaraki is the new king, so much on his shoulders and wings. Nothing better than to use Ur (Aka Ur Name x reader) to relieve his stress as he plots to destroy the Order of the Azure rose.

Nothing to bring people together than a massive party followed by a traditional public orgy! YAY! Even though this is the first one it's traditional because Shiggy says it is. This little chapter tells us a little bit about the Mothmen. We get to see what a pregnant mate is like with a playful witty Shiggy who is mastering human language more each day. It's hard being royalty in a savage land. Poor you. You don't want to go to an orgy. Your pregnant, had to deliver a shitty speech, have Shiggy be all smug with you. You would smack him if he wasn't so cute. But Dabi does have a talented tongue and your bestie might be there.

Warning: Non/Dub con Delusional possessive yandere Mothman Shigaraki, Eggs! religious sexual references. Fictional traditions, anything that resembles your beliefs are coincidence. Fluff! NSFW like bunnies! Public licking, death threats, nudity, cussing, eggs! Preggers kinks.

[Writers notes: This is not needed for main series. It's a Easter special, but you can learn a little more about the Mothmen and it is smutty]

17.5 Eostre Spring Special!

“The humans are all sorts of riled,” Dabi said from Lyra’s lap.

Shigaraki doesn’t think he has ever seen her this broken and miserable. Feeding him bits of human and dragon fruit. The new humans know of it and don’t mind. As long as the flesh volunteered or came from the Order. His mate’s clan are brutal little cannibals and are integrating nicely.

“Shoto, make my drink cold too!” Mabel pleads to the boy she clearly is interested in. The boy looks battered, with a fresh black eye and scrapes. Dabi persists in drawing attention back to him.

“They have all these strange little customs. They are building a bunch of things that Lyra says she doesn’t even know what they are for. I am troubled about the amount of sun-worshiping the humans are throwing around,” Dabi mumbles. Snapping his fingers to get Lyra to give him a sip of some piss-colored drink.

“They had a bunch of rituals and traditions they couldn’t perform openly when the Order of the light took over. Now that they are here, they are making the most of it. They even want my mate to be the oracle of the sun, which I don’t get, but she refuses the obvious privilege. The fights they have over the right balance of symbolism are irritating, loud, and vicious. But everyone agrees to sun, moon, fucking, and they will all have their share. Is he slow?” Shigaraki asks, flicking his eyes and antenna at Shoto. John teaches him how to play hunter prey to all the children’s delight.

“No. Shoto was isolated and raised human. Shoto is just a loser with the personality of a potato,” Dabi says.

“Does he know?” Shigaraki asked. Inferring to the fact that they are brothers.

“Of course not. Only keeping him around to study his technique. Been sending him, in his Order uniform, and John to the fighting pits,” Dabi says. Shigaraki growls.

“Don’t give a shit what you do with your brother, but you leave mine out of it,” He snarls. Dabi shoots a look at Shoto, who is still counting. Lyra knew, but Shoto had no clue.

“Keep your mouth shut, Lyra. As for you, you should be proud, Shiggy. They are not fighting to the death, and John is the champion in his weight and limb class. Tell me about the orgy,” Dabi snickers.

“Don’t change the subject,” Shigaraki hisses. Dabi taps Lyra’s hand, and she rolls her eyes, feeding him more, “Do you trust her knowing? How you entrust her at all is beyond me.” Shigaraki indicates to Lyra. She looks nervous anytime his attention is on her, and he relishes it. Dabi reaches up and strokes her cheek with hooded regard of adoration.

“She will behave. We keep each other’s secrets.” He says huskily while he chews. Shigaraki hated Dabi's lack of manners.

“Besides, she is going to the orgy with me. She should know what’s happening. For etiquette reasons,” Dabi announces.

“But you said…. you promised…. you said you didn’t want me that way because it would make it harder…..no, please,” she whimpered. As much as Shigaraki enjoyed Lyra’s misery, it was strange even for him. He has never seen Dabi … need.

Shigaraki never thought his relationship would be the most stable of his allies. He wonders what secrets but decides to scratch his ruff and shrug it off instead of pushing the issue. What does he care? Dabi says it’s fine, and Lyra will keep her mouth shut.

“It’s going to be a good time. A bunch of eggs and pillows everywhere decorate the orgy chamber we had made. I will be there with my little pregnant mate to show the newcomers how to fuck a human. Did I tell you she is having twins?” Shigaraki brags.

Lyra appears distraught at this news. Dabi pretends he’s not jealous when he flips himself and looks up at Lyra while planting kisses on top of her clothed sex. Grossing Shigaraki out.

“Wouldn’t you rather lose your virginity with your nestmate? The woman you love above all else?” Dabi asks lightly. Lyra drains of color.

“No! Please, Dabi. You promised. Just my ass,” she says with a trembling voice that the children are noticing.

Shigaraki knows they have been getting lessons in both languages. So, he gets up to intercede a concerned seeming Shoto. Whatever this is. It’s between lifemates as far as Shigaraki is concerned.

“Shoto, no ‘it.’ I count. You hide. Far from here,” Shigaraki hisses ominously. Pushing the wide-eyed boy who is entirely focused on Lyra. He has a stupid look like he knows this is important because she is sad, but not why.

“We are life mates, and my balls are aching to release in you. You would make a great mommy, like our sweet queen,” Dabi confesses with a snarl.

Shigaraki shoves Shoto into another room, telling him to hide. It’s awkward doing this for Dabi. But he imagines this is what Hanna would have done for him. Fuck what Dabi has done for him. Making this feel worse.

“Dabi, nothing causes me greater fear than the thought of being pregnant with your child. None of the mothers have returned,” she whimpers. Dabi gives her a cold hard look.

“Should have thought of that before you started digging. Besides, you are different. Either way, you are my life mate and will attend the royal fucking orgy. Unless, of course, you want me to tell,” he says.

Lyra sniffles more but agrees to whatever Dabi wants as long as he doesn’t tell. Shigaraki wonders to tell who about what? But he is busy with Shoto. Silly boy didn’t even know he was a Mothman. Shigaraki pushes him far away from the conversation and strangely tells him.

“You know you wingless. You one of us. Come to Eostre festival orgy. See difference. You are one of us. Too young to stay, but come, see, you are one of us and not one of them,” he offers before thrusting the confused boy into another room, “I find little larvae and eat!” Shigaraki shouts to the squeal of voices. This game is so easy.

Shoto stood there trying to figure out why Shigaraki was fucking with his head.

You and Shigaraki sit on your pillow thrones under the setting sun in front of the entire hive.

An altar has been placed in front of you. You sit and wait with your mate in the ashes of your family’s mansion. The crown is heavy, your nest sisters groping and clinging to you. Shigaraki hums to the grubs growing in you. The altar is decorated with painted eggs and birch branches, and you think it’s too pretty to stain with blood.

Everyone has put a lot of work and effort into this first festival, and you feel a real sense of pride. This is what you are hoping will be what fortifies unity with both species. You nervously finger your speech, suddenly wishing you didn’t ask for this. Maude is not even here to see you. You scold yourself. This is for you. For your Shiggy. For your grubs.

The Moth and human children lined up in front of the alter. All dressed in yellow, green, and purples. The whole hive is dressed up. How much fabric do the mothmen have lying about? You wonder. Mabel makes an adorable torchbearer.

Dabi started the ceremony, his pretty blue flame sparking the bonfires to everyone’s delight. Lyra looked unimpressed, she glanced at you, and you smiled. You really wanted to be able to talk to her again.

Your punishment is finally over, and you never thought there would be a moment where you missed a quiet nest. You can’t wait to tell her everything, three months of gossip. The little girl in front with the sunray crown started.

“We gather today to honor and celebrate the death and birth of the divinity of the radiant dawn, of upspringing light, a spectacle that brings joy and blessing. Paying tribute to the renewal of the Earth, we offer the 'cosmic' egg, which contains a balance of male and female, light and dark, in the egg yolk and egg white. The golden orb of the yolk represents the Sun God enfolded by the White Goddess, the rebirth of life, after the dead of winter,” she says, holding up the egg. Burying it at the threshold. Shigaraki leans in and whispers.

“You don’t believe this,” he asks, flicking to the girl telling the story. You give him an incredulous look.

“Do you believe the one about the sun and the moon being jilted lovers?” you snip back. He smiles and gives you a sly look. Searching for the words.

“The representation is true. Regardless, mate did not warn how boring and long,” he huffed.

“Oh, Shiggy. That was almost perfect,” you say, glistening with tears as you praise his verbal skills. He puffs with pride. You are crying again, and the nest sisters lick at you. He and the sisters preen at how adorable you are. Moody, since you have become pregnant. Master told him it’s typical for human females. He turns back to the alter. This is the part he has been waiting for.

“The moon which dies every morning and is resurrected every evening we offer you the hare,” the little girl says. An elite carries a hare to the altar and sacrifices the rabbit. The coppery smell of blood hits his senses, and his cock stirs in his robes. They bury the rabbit with the egg.

"Is best part," he announced to you. You roll your eyes at him. Originally, everyone would bite a rabbit's throat and suck on the blood. This was the compromise. He did not appreciate your disdain.

Then thousands of bunnies are released. In three days, rabbit hunting season will start. A thing his people added, and the human looked delighted. It’s speech time. He looks over to see you are shaking, smelling terrified. You look up at him with deep regret. You want to back out. He grabs your hand gently with two fingers and guides you.

"I promise to guide. You will be fine. I am here," he soothes. You swallow hard. You look at your notes and then back at the sea of eyes. With shaky hands, you shove them back and just talk. Heart slamming in your chest, you force yourself to speak. Turning your face into a mask of confidence.

“I look out at this crowd, and I see hope. Many of you know me. We grew up in the same village. Laughed together. Mourned together. I can honestly say I never thought a day would come when we could celebrate in love and freedom instead of hunger and mourning. I know that many have sacrificed for us. There are humans here that never wanted to be here. I was taken on my way to Auger. Many gave up their firstborn," you say.

You are not going off-script. Saying all this makes you wonder if Master is trying to get you killed with this speech.

There was a ripple in the crowd. Some didn't know, while others either knew or didn't care.

"For you and all humans, I hope we can bring about an era in which you will be proud to stay. I love all of you and do not wish for all of our losses to be in vain. So I must deliver the bad news. If those of you who seek to become wingless, we will have to wait. You would become like the nomu. We don’t need that to beat the Order. Because we have always been strongest when we worked together. We endure. Today we celebrate a new beginning of all things,” you say. There is an eerie silence. You didn’t know what to expect. As long they are not attacking, it went fine then.

“Can we volunteer?” Abernathy asked.

You recognized him immediately. The Order of the light came to retrieve his crop. He tried to keep the Order at bay because he had a newborn. They took all his crops and then set his house on fire. When it took in their weakened state to go to the neighbors, both wife and child fell ill. Then he was alone. This story is not new or uncommon. You look to Shigaraki.

“You know what it means to be Nomu?” he asked. Knowing full well the answer. He had seen the man at the fighting pits. An air of depression and a death wish surrounded him. He offered the man the Nomu option. He didn't even have to convince him that hard to do this for his mate. He respected your family and was pleased to help you.

“I don’t care. I want to kill all the knights. I want to see a world the queen says where little Moth and human children can laugh and play,” he says. There is a rumble in the crowd. A roar of agreement, it is beautiful, and you cry again.

It is embarrassing when you hear several say you look cute and it’s the baby fog. Unlike what Maude said, they are not lynching you. You’ll take this as a win. Shigaraki looks proud of you, cooing to the grubs before turning back to the crowd. Shigaraki raises his hands.

“Like your queen has said. Time to have a new beginning together. Time for the cracking of the eggs, Larvae songs, then the hunting of eggs. Don’t forget the orgy later!” He shouts, to a bigger applause.

You feel like a colossal failure. Shigaraki grins at you like a child, and you push those feelings down. He grabs an egg. You hold one too, his egg hovers over your cautiously for a beat, and together you crack them against each other. Shigaraki practically smashed them to a pulp to the children’s joy.

He shoved the whole thing in his mouth, shell and all. Some waited, the human children showing the other children how to peel the egg. Shigaraki made a strange warble and trill. Grabbing your wrist, he shoved your half-eaten boiled egg and your fingers in his mouth. Sucking and licking at your hand. Chittering at Kurogiri.

“This is what egg taste like? This is of the gods! Must have more!” he hisses. All around you, mothmen are shoveling eggs in their mouths like it’s a drug.

“Shiggy! Gross! You guys never had eggs before?” you question with laughter.

“Course not! We no farm. Not much grow in moonlight. We fight, fuck, and take. What we good at,” he mutters around egg. Someone handed him a whole basket. He was tearing through it like a starved man. Now that you think about it. You haven’t eaten anything that wasn’t foraged or hunted.

“Shiggy, we’re farmers. I once read an army marches on its belly. Adam had some ideas. We need him back. Bring Adam back and you will get more eggs,” you tell him quietly. You gently guide him away from the alter so the moth children can sing. Although the Moth children looked disappointed, there weren’t more eggs.

“More eggs?” he rasps. Nothing has lit a fire as the thought of more eggs. You want to smack him if it wasn’t so damn cute with chunks of shell and egg around his mouth like a little grub, “I already sent some of best to find Adam. Need to go to village first. Then find Adam self. What staring at?”

You take a moment to stare at the moth children, enraptured. They are all adorable, and you have never seen moth children before; you can't help but stare. They sing a pretty lullaby-like melody that is haunting and carries on the wind like a flute orchestra. Shigaraki follows your eyes and chuckles.

“Never seen, huh? Most children are kept in the nest with mommy until about eleven seasons. Humans are changing our ways,” he says, running his claws delicately over your belly. He tells you it's not that big, but you feel it is.

“You make that sound like a good thing,” you tease.

“Is good thing. Old ways didn’t have eggs or my mate,” he states seriously. You stare at him for a minute, the stupid crown hurting your neck, but you don’t think you could be happier than right at that moment.

“What?” he asks. Blushing under your gaze.

“I love you,” you say. He chirps, which makes several kids giggle. He gives you an accusatory look. When they are done singing. Adults hand them baskets. All the children make a beeline for the fields where the eggs are hidden. Kurogiri takes your crowns and the nest sisters with him to watch over your siblings. You are about to follow when he hooks two of his fingers in yours.

“Where going? Orgy time,” he says. Your eyes widen in dread.

“I thought you were just messing with Lyra. You are mean like that,” you sneer at him. His nasty fanged grin says he doesn’t care what you thought. The flutter of his wings says he is thrilled you caught on, but you are coming with him, “Shiggy, no. I want to go watch the kids find eggs. Watching the mothmen eat them was the highlight of my day.”

“Whole point is to keep them distracted and away from orgy. Regardless, Come. Do not be a brat,” he says, lifting you.

“But I’m fat!” you howl as he speeds his way there. He sets you down gently in a room full of men and human females.

"Never warned me that mate could be boring and prude," Shigaraki said. You sputter in a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Judgey of Mothmen traditions. Racist," He admonishes.

"Oh, you did not just say that. I am not boring, racist, or a prude. You are a big jerk!" You shout at him. He rolls his eyes; he has seen you do it many times. Your jaw drops. While you were studying Shigaraki, he had been studying you.

"Prove it," he snorts. Your lower lip trembles as you threaten to pout. But you stiffen your lip.

“Why are there no mothwomen?” You ask nervously as he starts to strip you of layers. But you are not making it easy with your wriggling. The room is parted by men on one side and the females on the other. The humans have a towel wrapped around them. The room is filled with primarily human females, while the males are a mix.

“Mothwoman go into heat once…. (he pauses to think of the words) every three years. Why birth rate so low. Why so damn precious. Never thought I would enjoy fucking, then I met my perfection. Regardless, take off,” he orders, stripping himself.

"Is that why you are always horny and perverted?" You gasp. He shakes his head.

"Judey," he repeats. You feel yourself heating in shame and desire. He looks exactly like how you remember seeing him the first time in the dim light. Only this time with a giant sweet grin.

“I’m huge. I don’t feel sexy. I don’t feel like fucking in front of a bunch of strangers and a bunch of people I know. It feels perverted. Most of these ladies are from my village. I don’t want to share you, and I’m hungry. You ate all the eggs,” you growl at him.

You don’t know if you want to kiss or throttle him. He is cocking his head at you in that way that means he knows what you said, but he isn’t listening. He narrows his eyes and gestures for a giant four-armed Elite who looks more moth-like than the others. Fluffy with four solid black eyes. You have never seen one this scary or with this many eyes you know are watching you.

“Not fat. Filled with grubs. Regardless, Mothmen like. Why not believe that? Show you. Want fuck mate,” he offers the elite, gesturing to you. You didn’t think it was possible, but the male instantly unsheathed his monster cock. Those black eyes widen as he reaches for you.

“Really?” he asks with hissy lust. Reverting to his own language, Shigaraki responds to the elite. You squeal and hide behind Shigaraki. Clutching at him, begging him to call off the giant Spider Moth. Silly female, half dryer, half Moth, the most insane combo he could think of.

“No, not really. What are you, an idiot?” Shigaraki snarls, swiping at the hands of the male. He liked you begging him, hiding under his wings, “Were you just reaching out to snatch up a pregnant female. These aren’t abducted lesser breeding fodder. Come at them like that and the females will revolt thinking that we are nothing but dumb savage insects.”

“Shiggy, I’m sorry. He will hurt the grubs. You made your point,” you plead. The male is still clearly interested, but he backs down. Shigaraki, lets your begging go on a little longer. He pulls you out from behind his wings. Humming to calm the stirring grubs.

“He no mean to scare. He thinks very pretty,” he reassures.

You can’t help it. You looked back at the male's still erect cock. The male flutters from under your gaze, and his leaking member twitches at your attention. You make the terrible mistake of looking away, which comes as surrendering to them, it's a temptation they don't like resisting. The male tries to entice you with a display of flapping wings until Shigaraki flairs at him.

“Shouldn’t do that. Fear, submission riles instincts,” he says, pawing all over you, pushing your clothes aside to display his mark, “It's job to unite, yes? These beasts don’t know how to mate. Need to be taught. Otherwise, misunderstandings and death. I explain rules in both tongues, yes. But need help to be an example. Besides, would not have let him have you. Mine. I have already destroyed my mate's cunt for anyone else, yes?”

He is tugging at your layers; you squirm and feel your face flush. A thing he knows means you are uncomfortable, but he is ignoring that and giving in to his wants. He wants you naked an submissive, his for all to see and know.

“Did you just say something dirty to me?” you ask. Shiggy forces a smile. He has been doing that a lot lately.

You are being difficult. Not something you would have done in the beginning. Which is a testament to his newfound patience. You see it but can’t help yourself. You need to be more appreciative of his efforts.

Looking around, he is not wrong. With massive mortification, you remove your clothes. You will prove you are not boring or a prude. He is watching you with rapt attention. You will keep the see-through slip on. You pry a chuckle from yourself.

“I am so sorry little, baby grub,” you say, reaching up to caress his hair and run a finger over his wings. Surprising him. He was ashamed you called him that, and he liked it, “You have been so sweet. Trying so hard. I will try hard too. You are right. Tell me what to say to the females?”

His eyes widen, and he chirps, pleased his efforts are being noticed. Now he is smiling for real. "You are right," are the sweetest words from a female.

You address the ladies, and of course, they bring it up.

“Ur has really lucked out. Who would have guessed that filthy dirt poor girl who always had her nose in the same book would be the queen of the insect men.” Dora says. Ah, Dora. She used to fling cow pies at you.

“Do not call them that,” you say sternly, “Have the Mothmen not told you the number one rule here?”

“No, what?” Dora says smugly.

“The weak have no rights,” you tell her coldly. Removing your eyepatch you ridicule her, “You look mighty soft to me, Dora. I am shocked you must come here to find a mate. I thought those rumors about your elder brother were true.”

Dora reddens as her hands clench into fists. You are already annoyed and exhausted. Someone whispers to Dora that you can make her life miserable. You really could.

“I thought we were reminiscing, Dora? If you are done, I would like to help the others. The Mothmen usually are very aggressive. But they are touch starved puppies when you get them one on one. They don’t know how to kiss. All of them are proportional to their size, and they…. knot," you say clearing your throat.

"Do they have two dicks?" Suki asks.

"Not all Moth men are alike. Some may, but the dragon born like Spinner have two," You answer, pointing to Spinner. Who is hanging on Shiggy's every word. Suki looks pleased. It seems that Spinner will be popular with a particular crowd.

"Almost all the males here are Elites or Lessers. So, if you are looking for a mate, there is a possibility that he has other females at home. I suggest small talk at least to find out his status. They will be pushy and find looking away or running, riles their instinct and an open invitation, so avoid it."

"What if you want them to be a little rough?" Suki interrupts. She is getting on your last nerve.

"Then ask them to be. If you are not interested, turn your back to them. If you are interested, walk up to them first and touch their neck ruff."

"Do they all have neck ruffs?" Suki asks.

"You have been here longer than I have, Suki!" You snap at her.

"Yeah, but the Mothman that got me is old. He used me as a worker, but recently he said I could come to the orgy and have a grub if I'm willing to keep providing support. Can I screw more than one at the same time?" She asks.

"I don't know, can you? There is a buffet behind that curtain and a bath behind that one. If you want to avoid them altogether, that is a good place. Please enjoy yourself. This is meant to be fun,” you turn from them to stuff your face at the buffet.

Dora mumbles something about you being a dirty bitch. Figures, given your sister's occupation. A pregnant woman at an orgy.

Your grubs are squirming, shortening your patience. You felt your ire building for a while now. Suki looks like she is about to rip Dora's head off. You raise your hand and snap your fingers. You are never alone. Nomu are instantly there. You point to Dora.

“Throw her out, gently. If her clothes are from here, then they are mine.” You hear loud shrieks as you walk away, grinning. Sometimes it’s good to be queen. You scream when you see who is next to the buffet. Running at top speed, you collide with Lyra. Dabi has her looking like a princess in gaudy things she hates.

“What are you doing here? I mean, I didn’t think you would actually come.” You giggle in happiness. You missed Lyra so much.

“She begged to come. Can’t wait to have grub with mate,” Dabi grins. Munching on meat and drinking egg soup. Lyra pulls you down to her as she wraps her arms around your neck.

“Please, distract him,” Lyra whispered. You tense. They are lifemates now.

“Do you care how?” you ask cautiously.

“No,” Lyra groans. Dabi’s hand dart out and yanks her away.

“No, no, little queen. Shigaraki is still sore. Can’t have my sweet mate making him mad. No whispering or secrets. Talk about weather, food, grubbies at distance,” Dabi says coldly.

You pretend this isn’t a big deal, but it is. You quickly eat. Signaling to Lyra. She must have picked up some sign language while teaching John. Dabi is annoyed with a boiled egg he is trying to peel. Claws tear at the tender white flesh as he curses.

Lyra shrugs in frustration and then indicates to a white- and red-haired guy you’ve never seen before. Which is strange. All the human males came from your village, and you don’t recognize him. You have no idea what she is trying to say. Both of you are not understanding. She wants you to distract Dabi, so you will.

“Here, let me,” you gently take the egg from Dabi and peel it for him. When he reaches for it, you smack his hand away, like Shiggy did to you so long ago, and hold it out to him again. He narrows his eyes and grabs ahold of Lyra by the collar.

“What up to?” He asks you with suspicion.

“This setting makes me nostalgic. Remember when we first met,” you gush.

Dabi trills as he grabs your wrist and eats the egg from your hand. Licking your fingers suggestively. You drop your fingers to his ruff. Pushing your fingers past the burnt frayed tips to the white fur underneath. Do all Mothmen fur and hair turn white over time. They look young, but maybe they are older. You move your fingers in the way Shiggy likes. Grazing the delicate soft skin underneath. He closes his eyes and emits a deep rumbling purr.

“Shiggy train well. Lyra could take lessons in pleasing from little queen,” he rumbles. His grip loosens on Lyra. You keep caressing as she gently pulls away. Only Dabi is not distracted enough. He clutches her and pulls her into a tight embrace, “Let’s mate in same nest again. You like? Little queen won’t mind. Urge is getting strong.”

“Oh, Dabi, you are naughty,” you giggle when the two-toned boy. Boy! Comes over. He is staring at your belly. You squeak, hiding behind Dabi’s wing. They looked more frayed and a deeper purple.

“Are you Shigaraki’s mate?” The boy asked.

“What are you doing here? No one, whatever your age is, is allowed here,” you yelp at him.

“That’s Shoto. He’s Dabi’s,” Lyra was saying before Dabi clapped his hand over her mouth.

“My slave. Crusty asshole invited Shoto because he is wingless. Why care is unknown,” Dabi says.

“Because it’s better to create another ally or spy if possible. Mothmen don’t look human enough. But your brother would be perfect,” Shigaraki rasps. Pulling his mate into his wings away from Dabi. Dabi shakes his head.

“Shoto is only a toy. He’s mine to do with what I choose,” Dabi insists. Shigaraki shrugs.

“Yet you brought him,” Shigaraki says. You had no idea what the men were saying. While they were talking, your curiosity got the better of you. You have never seen a male wingless.

“You look so human,” you breathe. The female wingless still have antennae and ruffs. You rudely push your fingers in Shoto's hair and feel the nubs where his antennae should be. You watch as his icy exterior melts as you brush your fingers over them, a shudder of overstimulation running down his spine. Shoto chirped and turned a deep red, “You are a wingless!”

Shigaraki hisses and yanks you back.

“Get him out of here,” Shigaraki growls.

“Thought you wanted him here. Not his fault your mate is a huge flirt. The orgy started, and I wanted to screw Lyra in the same nest again. The urge is getting to be unbearable,” Dabi chitters.

“Ok, do I get to pick my partner?” you ask. Shigaraki blinks, then cocks his head in confusion.

“Moody female. Of course not. You have me. I am yours. You are mine. I no want share. Just to show,” Shigaraki snits.

“Well, that’s no fun. You keep doing that. Taking me to fun things and then taking all the fun out of it. Now, who is the prude?” You cross your arms. Shigaraki rages and takes it out on Dabi.

“Get him out of here. I wanted him here before I knew what you wanted with him and before my mate started touching him,” he snarls.

“You mean when she started propositioning him. Wonder what makes you more jealous? The fact she is interested in someone else or that he is human-looking,” Dabi sneers.

“She has the baby fog. She doesn’t know better,” Shigaraki chitters at Dabi.

“Can I have Shoto?” You asked. You heard his name mentioned several times. Lyra asked you to distract, so distract you shall. But this is getting into a danger zone a lot quicker than you thought. You can see it in Shigaraki's agitated state.

“Oh, she knows what she is doing. She stroked me like she was stroking my knot. I need to mate now, and it’s your mates fault,” Dabi retorts.

“We’re at an orgy. I should at least be licked by a professional. How about Dabi?” You ask. Shigaraki is fluttering in anger. Dabi stared at you for a long lustful moment.

“Lyra, take Shoto home. Then get back here. If I have to find you, you will be punished harsher than I have done in the past,” he threatens, never taking his eyes off you. Whoa, this was a bad idea. But you did what Lyra begged for because she grabbed a confused Shoto and ran. With the mission accomplished you could stop now.

“I not good enough? Regardless, maybe I should fuck other females!” Shigaraki snapped. That pissed you off.

“Go ahead,” you snapped back. You immediately regretted it. This bluff was spiraling out of control because of your original bluff. Dabi is leering at you and salivating, “Never mind. I’m hungry and want to go home.” You say quickly, but moving slowly to stuff some food in your mouth.

“See, baby brain making her talk crazy,” he chitters to Dabi. Dabi shakes his head.

“Made me send Shoto away with Lyra. Your mate asked for me. I should be tied over and satisfied until Lyra comes back,” Dabi insists.

“She has been fickle like that. She doesn’t know. The grubs make her…hey don’t touch,” Shigaraki growls. Dabi had reached out and caressed your belly. Mothmen find fertility arousing. Means they can mate for fun. He rather be knotting Lyra. Breeding her until she is plump with his grubs. Fucking blood binding, he thinks.

But you will serve his needs better while keeping him from the ever-tempting Lyra. He has always liked Lyra's defiance. Wanted to break her just the right amount. If he knots Lyra, he will become too focused on her. But his need for revenge is stronger. As it should be. Knotting other females will give him temporary relief. Shigaraki would never allow knotting, he looks a mess at the thought of it.

“Your mate wants someone to lick her. That is acceptable. As your brother, I should show you how to do it the way she likes,” Dabi hisses. There was already persistence for this. It was socially acceptable to warm a female up. But he was jealous at the thought, “Or you can admit you are her grub and not her king.”

Dabi’s challenge struck him to his core. Master had suggested something similar earlier. Shigaraki snarled, lifting and carrying you to a free nest in the other room. Men gathered around the nest. You started babbling because this went way off target as he pulled on gloves. Shigaraki grabbed your head, turning it to his aching cock. The leaking tip pressing against your lips. Dabi spreads your resistive legs to lick.

“Quiet! Mouthy brat! Suck!” Shigaraki ordered. The anger in his eyes told you not to protest or push it right now. You open your mouth to take his thick girth. You and your big mouth, you think.

Lamenting, your mouth wasn’t bigger as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Cheeks burning with humiliation, you shut your eyes tight because so many eyes were watching you. Rolling your tongue over the hoop. The taste of his pre-cum, like salty musk melon, invades your mouth.

He hisses like you burned him. His cock growing hotter and more prominent, the veins up the sides throb. Dabi’s tongue plunges deep and twists over your g-spot. The tip teasing the hole in the back. His soft upper lip presses hard against your clit. Your clit piercing made a clicking sound against his teeth. He nods his head up and down over your sex.

Dabi sends tingles up your spine. Stroking over Shigaraki’s cock that couldn’t fit in your mouth while sucking with the same amount of enthusiasm Dabi is using. It was hard to think and breathe with the overwhelming sensation. You felt lightheaded as a leaking hot cock bulging and blocking your throat. Shigaraki bucks his hips as he fucks your mouth. His bliss building making him drool. He is not making those pretty noises, and it makes you angry.

You double your efforts, choking or not. You deserve his chirps. Dabi is cruel between your legs. Turning his head slightly to suckle straight from your dripping hole, playing with your clit, filling you completely with his impossibly long tongue. Now Shigaraki was panting and whimpering. The pleasure was intense and too much for your breaking mind. Shigaraki and Dabi are both fluttering. You catch Dabi’s head between your thighs as Shigaraki attempts to pull from you.

You dig in your nails on his knot. He finally chirps and twitters as you swallow him. Pleasure racks over you as you spasm on Dabi’s mouth. The three of you pull away, gasping and dazed. It’s not long-lived as Shigaraki snarls at Dabi, protecting his mate as they act like primal animals. Dabi is humping the air with a wild dazed look in his eyes. Dabi is ignoring him, looking for Lyra.

He spots her and throws her into the nest. Shigaraki possessively pulls you to him as he pushes himself into your sensitive pussy made ready for him. Lyra is clinging to your chest, apologizing. You are so dazed and confused why she is sorry. But you pet her hair and tell her it will be ok.

“Damn you! A chastity belt! I hope you have your ass ready because I can’t hold back,” Dabi roars as he viciously enters her. A part of him is grateful. This will give him relief and control when it’s over, and it is better it’s her ass than where she could get pregnant. He knows if Lyra swells with his grub, he would not be able to part from her for long. Look at Shigaraki, so needy.

It has taken you a while to hear other moans and smells in the air over Lyra's crying salty tears. It’s so thick you can taste it. Shigaraki is pumping in and out of you with minimal restraint. It is like this for hours. After you are coming down from your high. Lyra is still crying.

“I’m sorry for everything I have done to you. I truly am. Please forgive me. I,” Dabi ended her rant with a hot hand. You can feel it radiate off him as he chittered something in her ear. You reach out and grip his wrist tightly. He looks surprised when your Shove his hand away.

“What were you saying, Lyra?” you ask pointedly, grimacing at Dabi.

“So, cold,” Dabi mumbles.

“Nothing…. thank you for everything,” she said, blushing. You hold her tighter until the male’s knots soften. They take you to the bath. Suffering as they quickly clean you both, they will endure anything to keep the delicate balance they had created.

Then Shigaraki takes you home to screaming siblings that let Shigaraki eat all the eggs. They even peeled them for him.

You wish you could stay in this moment forever.

“Happy Eostre!” they shouted at the rising sun.

You cringe and think, maybe without the hyper screaming.

Chapter 18

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