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Big Shiggy Daddy: Ch 10

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Previous chapter: 9

In this chapter, the reader is taken on a thrilling and intense journey as you protect Eri during a vicious rat attack. As the battle escalates, you experience fear unlike any other before. Mr. Compress steals the show at the single's fair with a display of his powerful quirk. But just as Mr. Compress revels in the attention, Mothman Shigaraki once again asserts his dominance as the "big daddy" and prepares for a fight with the heroes. While Mr. Compress and Mothman Shigaraki's displays of power showcase the true magnitude of the quirk abilities in this world. However, everything is quickly overshadowed by human Shigaraki and his sinister meeting to deal with Mothman Shigaraki once and for all. This meeting takes a dark turn as they not only plan to defeat him, but also how human Shigaraki likes to inflict torture. Everyone needs a hobby.

Warning: Non/con mouth violation, micro aggress, quirk prejudice, blood and gore, death.

Chapter 10: the train

As Eri bravely approached the Rat King, Steele's eyes widened with rage.

This was his moment to seize control, and he wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way. With a loud roar, he lunged towards Eri, his massive rat-like teeth bared and ready to attack. But you stood between them, determined to protect the little girl. You grabbed Eri and pulled her away from the snarling rat, your heart racing with the situation's intensity. Steele continued to rant and rave, his words venomous and hateful towards outsiders. He saw them as a threat to his power and would do anything to eliminate you.

"These outsiders are liars!" Steel snapped. "They are no doctors!"

But you refused to let that happen. With a calming voice, you tried to reason with Steel and explain that they were not there to cause harm. But it was no use. He was consumed by his own fear and greed. As the chaos in the room escalated, the other rats grew restless and agitated. It was a dangerous situation that could quickly escalate into a full-blown battle. You knew you had to act quickly to diffuse the tension and protect Eri.

With one arm wrapped tightly around her, you swung your other arm wildly, trying to fend off the relentless rodents. But they were relentless, their numbers seeming to multiply with each passing second. You could hear her whimpering in fear, her tiny body trembling against your chest. You knew you had to protect her at all costs. You held her high above your head, hoping the rats would not be able to reach her. But as you felt their sharp teeth sink into your skin, the pain was almost unbearable.

You could feel the warm blood trickling down your legs as you continued to fight off the swarm. You couldn't let them reach Eri. You couldn't let them hurt her. With a burst of adrenaline, you let out a primal scream and swung your arm with all your might. You felt a satisfying crunch as your makeshift weapon connected with the rats, sending them flying in all directions as you kicked and stomped.

The sensation of terror coursing through your body was overwhelming as you struggled to fight off the relentless rats. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, allowing you to maintain your grip on the sweet girl who was now a liability in this fight for survival. As you lifted her higher, trying to shield her from the rodent onslaught, you couldn't help but think how ironic it was that you were singing her praises just moments before. Now, she was your only hope of making it out of this alive.

The swarm of rats seemed endless, their beady eyes and sharp teeth closing in on you from all angles. You felt sharp bites and scratches all over your body, the searing pain making it difficult to see or think clearly. But you knew you had to keep going, for her sake and your own. You gritted your teeth and focused all your energy on defending yourself and the girl, swinging and kicking at the rats as they swarmed closer. Suddenly, Steel lunged and bit into your arm, and managed to sink its teeth in. Hot jets of blood ran down your side. The excruciating pain jolted through your body, causing you to momentarily lose your grip on the girl. But you quickly regained your hold, determined not to let her fall into the clutches of the relentless rodents.

You could hear shouting from the rat king and Mr. Chew, but it was all just background noise as you focused solely on saving the girl and escaping this nightmare. As the minutes dragged on, the struggle intensified, and the pain became almost unbearable. But you refused to give up, fueled by a primal survival instinct. Shouts from the rat king and Mr. Chew were lost as all you could think of was, "I'm going to die."

You held Eri close, her tiny body now stained with blood from your wounds. But you didn't care as long as she was safe in your arms. You knew you would do anything to protect her, no matter the cost. You clung to Eri, her fragile form shaking in your embrace. Your own wounds were throbbing, but they were nothing compared to the thought of losing her. You could feel the warm stickiness of your blood mingling with hers, a cruel reminder of the dangers surrounding you.

But at this moment, nothing mattered except keeping Eri safe. You would do anything to shield her from harm, from the world that had already dealt her such a cruel hand. The only thing that mattered was that she was in your arms and safe. As you looked into her pure, innocent eyes, your heart ached with ferocious determination. You would protect her, no matter the cost. And as the terror of the situation threatened to overwhelm you, your will to survive kicked in. And as you looked into her innocent eyes, you knew you would do it all again without hesitation. In a horrifying moment, your will to live made you hysterical.

You didn't want to die. You wanted to see Chouka again. Your sweet child you felt was a curse on you. A product of rape, and with so many special needs, you could never hope to keep from drowning in debt. You didn't want to die, not when there was so much left to do. So many years of regret and resentment towards Chouka, a child born from a violent act and left with special needs that seemed insurmountable. But you wanted to make things right, to be the mother she deserved. You wanted to show her the love and care she had been denied for so long.

But in this desperate moment, all those hopes and dreams seemed to disappear. As you felt your arm being torn from your body, the agony was almost too much to bear. But you refused to let go of Eri, even as your strength began to fail you. You didn't want to die here like this! You felt your arm flesh detach and pull from your body. As the pain tore through you, you could feel your grip on Eri weakening. You had to hold on, for her sake.

Your mind was racing, trying to come up with an escape plan, a way to survive this nightmare. Your mind was racing, frantically searching for a way to escape this nightmare. You couldn't let this be the end, not when you had fought so hard to survive for Eri's sake. With a surge of determination, you held onto Eri tightly, clinging to the hope that you would make it out of this alive. Your heart was filled with a fierce love for your daughter, and you knew that no matter what happened, you would do everything in your power to keep her by your side.

As you took your final, desperate breath, your voice echoed through the air with a single word: "Chouka!"

It was a primal scream, filled with raw terror and a fierce determination to cling to life. As your body succumbed to death, your quirk activated, unleashing a deafening sound akin to that of a thousand raging beasts. The rats that had surrounded you retreated in fear, unable to withstand the intense force of your quirk. Despite the blinding pain that consumed you, all you could think about was the safety of Eri, commanding the rats to keep their distance and not harm her. Despite the looming darkness threatening to consume you, your ferocious determination to survive remained unshaken. Your grip on the young girl's hand loosened as your body began to give in to the exhaustion and pain. But as Eri's gentle touch reached you, a sense of tranquility washed over you, easing the excruciating agony coursing through your veins. Every fiber of your being yearned for air. When you finally managed to draw a breath, it felt like a surge of life flowing back into you, revitalizing your weary soul. Your fierce will to live emerged victorious, overpowering the shadows that sought to claim you. With a newfound vigor, you clung to life.

"Get up, you stupid cunt!" Mr. Chew, his voice filled with alarm and urgency, let out a piercing scream. "You managed to push them back, but don't let your guard down - Steel is regrouping and rallying their forces!"

You rise to your feet, your body thrumming with a newfound sense of purpose and determination. You know exactly what you felt when your quirk awakened, and you have no doubts about what you must do now. With a commanding roar, you unleash your quirk upon the swarm of rats, directing them to attack their leader, Steel. As the vermin swarm over him, you can see the fear and panic in his eyes.

"Save the King, Eri!" Mr. Chew's urgent voice rings out as he charges forward alongside the others. "If we can rescue the rat king, we won't have to rely on the dumb twat's quirk!" As if responding to Mr. Chew's plea, Eri sprints towards the rat king and touches him, using her quirk to reverse his aging and restore him to his prime.

The chaos and destruction around you begin to subside as the rat king looks to you with newfound respect and gratitude. You have proven to be a powerful ally in this battle against chaos. Now, with the rat king on your side, you stand ready to punish Steel. You know that with your awakened quirk and the support of your friends and allies, you felt something you've never felt before. A sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced, filling you with a sense of strength and confidence that you had never known before. Something that twisted darkly in you. Power.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, Shigaraki's patience slowly dwindled. He was eager to start their planned event and didn't care about suffering a slight sunburn. Meanwhile, Compress was busy pampering Chouka and researching the plane's counterpart.

"I was broken out of prison and now run what's called the Tokyo strip with my own magic shows in conjunction with Dabi on something called the culling games. How droll of me. At least I'm robbing legitimately," Compress grumbled, clearly unimpressed with his current occupation. He then turned to Chouka, his tone much softer. "Do you need anything else, my dear? Another corn dog or perhaps a slushie?"

Chouka sucked down her slushie and stared at him suspiciously, "Are you just being nice because you want to sleep with my mommy?" Chouka took another sip of her slushie, observing Compress. She couldn't help but feel suspicious of him. After all, she had seen how some other men in the League of Villains looked at her mother with desire. Was Compress just another one of them? Her suspicion only grew when he laughed at her question. But instead of denying it, he purred with a wicked grin, confirming her fears. Chouka's eyes narrowed as she studied him, wondering his true intentions.

"Why yes," he purred with a mischievous grin. "But you can do much worse than having me as a second father. At least I'm not Dabi. You know, because of the lack of females, it's common to have more than one male to a fertile female."

But then he surprised her by mentioning becoming a second father to her. Chouka raised an eyebrow in confusion, unsure of what he meant. Chouka couldn't imagine having more than one male figure in her life, especially a villain like Compress. But then she thought of Dabi, the cold and distant member of the League who showed no interest in her mother. Maybe having Compress as a second father wouldn't be so bad after all. Still, she couldn't shake off her suspicion of him. She continued to watch him as she took another sip of her slushie, her antennae twitching in uncertainty. She didn't want to trust him too quickly, especially when it came to her mother's safety. But Compress seemed unfazed by her suspicion. He simply chuckled and took a sip of his drink, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed posture. It was almost as if he knew she couldn't resist his charm and offer.

Chouka observed with a slight twitch of her antennae, "Dabi has no interest in my mother whatsoever."

"Dabi is more interested in your father. They had a thing along with Spinner. For your father, it seemed like a phase. He was always more focused on keeping them controlled than actual love and it seemed the same for Dabi," Compress said nonchalantly. Chouka fluttered her wings in annoyance. "I want to clarify; I'm not insinuating that you're or your mother are simply a fleeting phase, but it's essential to always anticipate potential disappointments. Being prepared is a principle I live by," Compress remarked, hinting that Shigaraki's fatherhood may be temporary, nonetheless.

In many ways, she considered Compress the most insidious villain in her life. Chouka couldn't deny that something was alluring about Compress; it could be his charm or his genuine desire to love you. Maybe it was his confidence or smooth words, but she couldn't help but feel intrigued by him. Despite feeling guarded, Chouka decided to let Compress entertain her for the time being. After all, what harm could it do to have someone like him, a charming but dangerous villain, as a second father figure? Compress revealed unsettling information about Dabi's past involvement with Chouka's parents, particularly her father. Apparently, there had been a brief romantic connection between Dabi and her father, along with their fellow villain, Spinner. Chouka's antennae twitched in irritation at the thought of her father having been involved with someone as twisted as Dabi. It seemed that for her father, his priority had always been maintaining control over his cohorts rather than genuine love. Chouka couldn't help but feel annoyed at Compress for bringing up such personal matters, especially since she was still technically a child.

"Listen, my dear. What I'm trying to tell you is that you don't have to settle for less. You have endless possibilities, while men like me are willing to do anything for a taste of genuine love. Your father may be trying, but the truth is, someone like me with experience can transform you into a powerful vixen. I have parental experience. If my daughter had even half of your beauty, she could easily reign over the world. Plus, I can make your parents happy. I know how to step in when your father is losing control. Consider it," Compress seductively tempted.

He was wise in his thinking. When Shigaraki declared him the only family man he could trust, he immediately saw an opportunity. He would focus on Chouka and try to win her over. In his eyes, Shigaraki didn't truly love you. He just enjoyed torturing you, like he did with all his "toys," and he didn't want to share you with anyone else.

But even with the influx of new females, there would always be a need for sharing in the group. Shigaraki's greed was causing problems for the entire group despite their current position as the top team. History has shown that the strongest groups were the ones who worked together and shared power. Those who tried to rule alone often faced collapse when they pushed their limits. It was possible that Shigaraki simply didn't care about the ruling, or worse, he wanted to see it fail. If it weren't for Chouka, he was confident that Shigaraki would become a reclusive leader who would never achieve anything significant again. His musing was interrupted when Mr. Watanabe's sudden appearance startled him. The distinguished, typically composed man was now wildly gesturing towards them with his claws. It was a strange sight, to say the least, as he tried to urgently capture his attention.

"We can't just open the gate!" Mr. Watanabe fretted. Mr. Compress jumped in surprise and instantly tried to defuse the situation.

"We are graced with the presence of a thousand esteemed women and children waiting patiently in line, and with their company inside our event, the wait for the arrival of the men will surely be made more bearable." Compress artfully fabricated. His true motive, however, was to make a quick escape before this alleged god Shigaraki had predicted arrived, as Watanabe's nervousness and incessant clicking noises were beginning to make him look like a disturbing human-praying mantis hybrid.

"I simply cannot ignore this any longer," Mr. Watanabe fumed, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Not only is Mr. Shimura letting them venture into a park with insufficient staff to run it, but there's something else I need to discuss with you first." His words are searing with urgency. Compress couldn't help but freeze, anticipating what was coming next.

"Staff?" Compress asked. Watanabe exploded into a tirade, bemoaning the inadequate staffing and accusing Compress of manipulating schedules for his own selfish gain. The realization dawned on Watanabe that Compress was actively hoarding female employees while disregarding the males. A surge of suspicion and betrayal washed over Watanabe as he glared at Compress, wondering what the man was up to. He had also avoided responses for when the men were to come to the event.

"Of course," Mr. Watanabe exclaimed, beads of sweat forming on his brow. The staff for the rides, the concession stands, and the babysitting tents—all of them!"

Compress pondered this, his mind swirling with doubt. Would Shigaraki be able to amplify his magic enough for this daunting task? And as if that wasn't enough, he hadn't even considered the presence of male staff. He couldn't help but wonder if Shigaraki would simply dispose of them due to their nation's male surplus. However, he reassured himself that, for now, he could ease Mr. Watanabe's anxiousness with his honeyed words.

"Ah, Mr. Watanabe," Compress began with a charming smile. Watanabe couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in his stomach at the term of endearment. Compress made him feel a way he hadn't in years. "Mr. Shimura may be a bit assertive, but it is his money we are playing with. However, rest assured that we will have plenty of suitable gentlemen for all these beautiful ladies. I have carefully selected men who seek a good time and can provide for a family. Our goal is prosperity and happiness," he feigned, brushing something off Watanabe's sharp suit, causing the latter to flush and nod.

"But let me assure you, my dear friend, that my seemingly uncaring facade is only a façade. I truly care about your well-being. I care about these ladies and the success of the future," Compress reassured Watanabe with genuine concern. "And I want you to confidently open the park and enjoy yourself without any worries. Our hard work will surely pay off. And remember, no matter what happens, I will always protect you." His words were tinged with a hint of flirtation, causing Watanabe's heart to skip a beat. Compress does mean it. He's going to take care of his friend. Watanabe looks slightly relieved and accepts this.

"We've texted a lot. I know you are also worried about the population. I'm not going to deny our nation didn't have a problem before. Still, recently, it has been a combination of infertility and a lack of resources. You have no idea how chaotic it was. The demon lord's takeover caused so much destruction and turmoil. And while he may have brought advanced technology, it came at a price. Our population is declining, and there is a lack of resources. The demon king has complete control over everything. I fear for the safety of our children, who can no longer walk alone without fear," Watanabe was casually commenting. However, Compress visibly paled. Watanabe looked concerned, "Mr. Sako, are you ok?"

Compress plastered on a smile, "Of course, dear. Do me a favor. Watch out for Chouka for me while I talk to Mr. Shimura." Compress tipped his hat before he turned and sprinted through the chaos, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear Chouka's high-pitched voice in the distance, asking Watanabe a question. She wanted to know if Watanabe would be a mommy or a daddy. Watanabe chuckled in response, saying he could be anything and everything, but his pronouns is he/him, Chouka nodded her head accepting this answer asking for another slushy, and Compress couldn't help but chuckle to.

As he approached Shigaraki, he could see the leader ushering women and children into the park. But Compress didn't have time to dwell on the disturbing implications of their conversation. He needed to inform Shigaraki now. He had to reach Shigaraki. Gasping for air, Compress finally skidded to a stop in front of Shigaraki.

"I just heard from Watanabe," he panted, "There's an infertility issue among the women who were killed!" Shigaraki's chittering annoyance was palpable as he yanked Compress aside. Shigaraki's expression turned to frustration as he hissed, "Obviously."

"Does that mean we could potentially tear it apart with so many people being pulled into our world?" Compress asked, his panic growing. Shigaraki's grip tightened on his arm, pulling him further away from the civilians.

"You didn't leave Chouka alone with that creepy mantis, did you?" Shigaraki asked. He did not like spiders, ladybugs, or praying mantis quirks at all. Compress face scrunched into his own mask of irritation. Shigaraki may not trust a mantis heteromorph, but Mr. Watanabe would never hurt a child. But he couldn't dwell on his mistake for long, as his mind was consumed by a terrifying thought.

"With this many people being pulled into our world," he said, panic rising in his voice, "couldn't we, in theory, tear apart both of our worlds?" Shigaraki's expression darkened as he considered the possibility. He pulled Compress away from the crowd with a forceful tug, determined to closely monitor the situation. The stakes had never been higher, and there was no room for error.

"Perhaps, if we didn't already possess the knowledge to dispel the effects of magic and have you, we can easily trick our world. Magic is vastly more…flexible," Shigaraki said smugly.

It was evident that Shigaraki was not just a mere mortal but something much more extraordinary. Shigaraki understood other's capabilities and limits with magic and how to push them beyond their normal boundaries. As the magic swirled around Shigaraki, threatening to consume him, Compress couldn't help but admire his determination. As the dwindling light of the evening cast ominous shadows around them, Shigaraki's words hung heavy with a sense of impending drama. His feathery antennae twitched and flexed, a clear sign of his agitation, as Shigaraki spoke of the advantage of those with the ability to harness magic.

"The humans of this world are docile, weak creatures," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "They have it so easy, yet they suppress their very nature. It's pathetic. We have discussed this Compress." Compress wanted to argue that maybe they had misjudged their capabilities. Shigaraki seemed almost lost in his thoughts for a moment before turning to Compress with a sense of urgency.

"We don't have much time. I've been able to thwart my human self, my foolish human self. But the god is coming. Come closer, its time," he urged, his voice bordering on frantic. As Compress and his allies cautiously approached, Shigaraki's words became more ominous. "By the way," he added with a sly smile, "that much power flowing through you might hurt." Just when Compress thought the situation couldn't become any more tense, he spotted Chouka and Watanabe slowly approaching them. Relief washed over him at the sight of them. Still, Watanabe's curiosity got the better of him as he wanted to see what was happening and if he reasoned Mr. Shimura.

"Why is Chouka alone with him?" Shigaraki hissed.

Compress ignored Shigaraki and walked up to Watanabe as if he were about to intervene in a confrontation, which made Mr. Watanabe freeze in confusion. "I'm truly sorry about this. I meant what I said. I will protect you," Compress said, turning the confused Watanabe into a marble.

Chouka shouted in surprise, "Why did you do that?" Shigaraki snorted and scratched his neck.

"You're not seriously bringing that thing, are you?" he sneered.

Compress sighed and shook his head in frustration. He shouldn't have to explain himself after all this time, "Mr. Watanabe knows how to organize. It will make the transition smoother, and he is my friend."

Shigaraki nodded and smirked, "There is always room for what my allies desire." Shigaraki's words never failed to catch Compress off guard, always filled with unexpected twists and turns. But Compress was used to it. This was just another one of Shigaraki's dramatic displays.

He looked to Chouka and stroked a hand over her little antenna. "Do not fret Chouka. Mr. Compress is taking care of his friend. We're about to make many new friends. Remember what I taught you? Open your third eye now," Shigaraki whispered to his daughter.

It was Compress's time to take the stage and bask in the spotlight. As they clasped hands, a daring move that would send chills down the spines of most, Compress couldn't help but feel a surge of electricity in the air. He could almost feel the decay of time and space crawling up his good arm, ready to wreak havoc at his command.

But he was determined not to let anyone ruin this moment. It was a time to savor and revel in, a moment that made him feel invincible. The intoxicating rush of magical energy flowed through his veins, making him feel like a deity. His heart thundered in his chest, the adrenaline coursing through him like a surge of potent drugs. With trembling excitement, he reached out and placed his hand on the ground, where the pulsing sigil glimmered with power. The very essence of his ability throbbed in his palm, and he closed his fist around it with unbreakable determination.

He compressed the mountain-sized event into a tiny marble with all his might. And as the earth trembled beneath him, he knew he had achieved the impossible. He had done it! His legs wobbled as he tried to keep upright, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he struggled to maintain his balance. The power he had just unleashed was still thrumming in his head, overwhelming and intoxicating. Compress, despite his injuries, couldn't help but grin in exhilaration. But the rush was short-lived as he suddenly felt a warm trickle down his face. He reached up to wipe it away and was met with the sight of his own blood seeping out of every orifice on his face.

The gravity of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, and he quickly glanced over at Shigaraki, only to see him screaming in panic. Compress followed his line of sight, and his heart dropped as he saw the legendary gods, Le Million and Deku, approaching them. In a panicked state, Shigaraki thrust a crying and struggling Chouka into Compress's hands before being yanked away by the overwhelming force of their opponent.

With wide eyes, Compress looked back and forth between the sobbing Chouka and the god that could potentially end them all. He knew what he had to do despite the nagging voice in his head warning him against it. He needed to close the portal before any heroes could slip through and wreak havoc. A hero could expose Shigaraki, who is not here. Without Shigaraki, there would be anarchy and challenges to take the throne.

"Close it, Chouka! Close it!" Compress screamed, but he didn't need to. Shigaraki did it for Chouka. He knew forcing fate brings its own set of consequences. This will set him on the path he needed. Compress was still shocked by the selflessness. He wasn't going to make his daughter decide. Compress remembers that day. That day, when things were going so wrong. They were losing. After all the training and sacrifice, it looked like the "good guys" status quo would prevail. After all, they were more trained, and the hero's had a few gods too. Then the god Stars and Stripe made a wish. She wished upon a Star and killed most of the women, including herself and the hero names Star, at Hawk's encouragement. It was dumb luck and sheer numbers the bad guys won. But Compress remembers….

He remembers Shigaraki about to strike the final blow on the cursed green rabbit. When the heroes had just killed their future. They destroyed most of the women; it was a scream that went across the land. But from the outside, it looked like Deku had fallen. Shigaraki had a gleeful, sadistic joy in his eyes as he was about to decay all of the land and kill the agitated Deku, who was weeping like a child. Shigaraki froze, his smile dropping as horror crossed his face. With a screech of distress, he looked behind him, his antennae waving in the air, sensing something was wrong.

Shigaraki FROZE.

Then, like lightning, he flew and ripped the sky open. Shigaraki returned later with a bundle in his arms, making his demands clear and ultimate to the fallen heroes. The other side had no fight, and Shigaraki wouldn't explain himself why he wasn't destroying the land and declaring himself king. The group felt divided and felt it was too late to argue with Shigaraki. The bad guys won, but it felt hollow. It felt different. This time, when his lover Spinner tried to confront him, Shigaraki almost tore his head off in protecting the bundle he held in his arms. Compress was a father too, but a villain first who still didn't understand how they had won but still did not have what they wanted until now. Shigaraki didn't continue to destroy, and Compress could never wrap his head around it.

Only when he saw Shigaraki forcing the portal closed for his daughter did he understand. Shigaraki was a questionable leader, a shit lover, but he was a good father. Compress didn't understand how he could suddenly become a daddy first, but he did. Compress tried to comfort Chouka as he heard a train in the distance.

Spinning around in fury, Shigaraki's ruthless claws tore through the air with unbridled savagery. His gut roiled with an intense mix of emotions, each battling for dominance within him. People often labeled him as a cold, heartless sociopath, but they couldn't have been further from the truth. Deep within his hardened exterior lay a soft spot reserved only for a few select individuals.

At the center of that spot was Chouka, a pure and gentle soul who captured his heart from the moment he saw her. He promised himself to never let her suffer the same fate as he did under the cruel hands of his Master and father. He had poured his heart and soul into caring for her, nurturing her, and holding her close. He remembers every little sneeze, every wail and tear, every time she clutched at him. She was a part of him like no other.

But as he watched her tiny hand reach out for him through the closing portal, it was as if his heart was being ripped apart. The pain and anguish he felt at that moment were almost too much to bear. And yet, it wasn't only the heartache that consumed him, but an overwhelming sense of hate. Fists clenched tight; Shigaraki seethed with fury. It was their fault, all of it! These cursed heroes!

Red Riot stumbled back, his grip faltering. Shigaraki tore deep gouges in his tough skin, hastily released his hold, and leaped backward. It was the meddlesome scum from a parallel universe, the same AU lot he can't stand, their constant interference plaguing him at every turn. Shigaraki's face contorted in frustration, his hand absently scratching at his neck as he muttered, "I suppose I'll have to temper myself this time." His eyes flashed with barely contained rage.

A week before.

The one called AFO, once feared and revered as the most powerful villain in existence, is now simply Shigaraki to his allies. His former identity as All for One or Tenko or Tomura Shigaraki is a distant memory, drowned out by his new persona. But this transformation has left him in a state of confusion and chaos for a while, unable to distinguish his own thoughts and feelings. As AFO and Tomura's consciousnesses merged, there was no violent battle for dominance, no struggle for control. Instead, they melted together seamlessly, becoming something entirely new. There was no overwhelming itch for either of them anymore. In this new form, Shigaraki realizes that this is what he has always yearned for - to shed his past and become one with his true self. His powerful self. Without the itch, he can temper his need for destruction.

But this new being is not to be trifled with. Shigaraki is not a kind or merciful ruler to be under. He is a demon lord. Shigaraki is no longer bound by the limitations of his former identity, and with that comes a newfound power and darkness. He has transcended his old self and emerged as a demon lord, ruling over all with an iron fist and cruelty, for he knows no mercy or compassion. He is a force to be reckoned with, a living embodiment of chaos and destruction. The world trembles under his rule, and all must bow before the might of Shigaraki, the creature who has shed his old identities to become something even more sinister.

His newfound obsession is to crush others, reveling in their destruction with sadistic glee. No one around his board table is safe from his cunning and diabolical schemes. With his recent release from the hospital, he wasted no time summoning an urgent meeting, ready to unleash his wicked machinations.

"Listen up," Shigaraki commanded, his voice dripping with malice and self-satisfaction. "First, I want my special room transformed into something more than a mere sex dungeon. I want it to be a cozy apartment fit for a Queen. And right next to it, I want a room fit for a little princess, one who loves the night. I want it to be perfect, perhaps with a starry night motif on the ceiling." His eyes gleamed excitedly as he stared at the ceiling, imagining the possibilities of claiming what was rightfully his. Yoichi and Nana were melded in him somewhere, and now he had a child to mold in his image. And that other Shigaraki? He was just another pawn in Shigaraki's grand game, and he will come to heel.

"Second," Shigaraki continued, his gaze shifting to the board. The doppelganger was heavy on his mind. There's a man I desire. A man I must have. He is a Shimura. I want him, and nothing will stand in my way."

The intensity in his words sent shivers down the spines of those around him. After all, everything and everyone belonged to him, including the man he desired. The tension in the boardroom was palpable, the silence so thick it was suffocating. Shigaraki's twisted smile widened as he savored the fear emanating from the other members. They were like rabbits caught in headlights, frozen in terror of his ominous energy. Suddenly, a cacophony of frantic voices erupted in a frenzy of finger-pointing and accusations. Shigaraki's nostrils flared as the distinct stench of fear sweat mixed with the pungent aroma of urine filled the room. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of one member cowering in a puddle of his own piss.

"Impossible!" one member shouted, his voice trembling. "We conducted a thorough search. There's no way-"

But Shigaraki cut him off with a wicked grin. "Clearly, you didn't search well enough. Or perhaps someone failed in their duties?" His eyes landed on the division he knew was responsible for the mistake. If they had made a mistake, he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to torture these people.

A chorus of voices erupted in agreement, each one trying to shift the blame onto the other. Shigaraki basked in the mayhem, the havoc that erupted wherever he went. It was a sweet symphony orchestrated by his mere existence. He could send the world into a frenzy with just a few calculated words. The rush of power was intoxicating, fueling his insatiable desire to sow more chaos. He knew no one failed but couldn't resist savoring this moment like a lavish feast. A feast fit for a king, like the ones his father would have served him using one hand. Oh, how he would have laughed at the sight of Kotaro's face seeing his son ruling over Japan with ease. But these musings are unproductive.

"Silence! You have all disappointed me with your incompetence. This is your moment to redeem yourselves. This Shimura possesses a formidable insectoid quirk and is holding a matchmaking event in the territory of heroes. And we must maintain our treaty with the Heroes, who generously provide us with monetary support. But this man...I want him. I want to hear ideas and plans on acquiring him without disrupting our alliance," he declared, his fingers peaking and a chilling smile.

"Can't you just go in there and take him?" the lady pleaded, her voice trembling with fear. Her request was clearly foolish, but now she had captured his attention—a dangerous feat.

"If I need to do everything myself, then what do I need you for?" Shigaraki snapped, his anger rising with each passing moment. A sinister smile crept onto his face as he fixed his intense gaze on the woman, his hand reaching instinctively for his weapon. He wanted to hear her suggestions, to see her squirm in his presence. He could sense her trembling and could practically taste her fear.

"Please," she stammered, struggling to find her words. "I-I just thought-"

But her voice faltered as Shigaraki's chilling laughter pierced through the air, sending shivers down her spine. The lady could feel the weight of his gaze as he stared at her, his eyes filled with malice and amusement. Then she realized that speaking out of turn was a grave error.

"You were about to say something?" Shigaraki taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, go on. I want to hear every last thought that crosses your mind, and they better be worth my time." The woman finally said the obvious same unoriginal plan.

"We can cause a distraction for the heroes and extract him?" She spoke. Shigaraki shook his head.

"He'll be aware of our arrival. And I've already reached out to the heroes to make them aware of him and keep our good relationship intact," Shigaraki sneered, the thought of you and Moth together making his blood boil with jealousy. It was information that could have been useful earlier, but he had kept it to himself. As his comrades frantically searched for information, he couldn't help feeling a twisted satisfaction that they were coming up empty-handed. He had personally dug into the matter and had come to the final conclusion: that bastard was from another world, invading his territory and taking his woman.

That woman should have been his wife, Chouka should have been his child, and all of it should have been his happiness. He couldn't understand how the lowly Tenko had managed to capture your heart. Love was a foreign and weak emotion to him despite his familial sense of justice. As he tried to focus on their plans for the capture, his thoughts drifted back to you and Moth Shigaraki, and the seething rage within him only grew stronger.

Every single clue and piece of evidence he had come across led to the undeniable conclusion that you were from his world, and thus, you belonged to him. Lately, he found himself unable to perform at his best without thoughts of you invading his mind, and he despised that weakness more than anything. It was a disturbing realization for him, but lately, he had found himself unable to perform without thoughts of you invading his mind. It was infuriating to think that he had become so dependent on you for pleasure.

He knew the power of sexual violation all too well, and it had often been his go-to motivation in the past. Yet even this tactic seemed to fail him without your presence. He couldn't even motivate himself to do it, which was a crushing blow to his ego. It reminded him that he had become weak and powerless without your presence.

A sense of frustration washed over him as he listened to the woman suggest bringing outside villains to procure the Moth man from prison. It was the obvious and most effective plan, one that he himself would have employed. However, his purpose here was not real solutions but relishing in the torment of these incompetent fools. He sighed mentally at their lack of understanding.

"Where are these villains coming from? Do you know any personally?" Shigaraki inquired, his tone challenging and demanding. As the woman sat before him, her fear evident in her wide eyes and trembling body, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She was weak and vulnerable, just like all the other pawns that had crossed his path. But her next words caught his attention.

"I know a few from when I was a sidekick," she admits. She had been a sidekick, someone who had collaborated with the heroes. His smirk widened at this new discovery.

"So, you've had personal interactions with these villains," he mused, his red eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Tell me, were you just a mere pawn in their game? Or did you enjoy playing with danger, perhaps even indulging in more intimate activities?" Shigaraki teased, licking his lips suggestively so she understood his lewd meaning. Knowing they can't deceive him; he has a nasty quirk implanted in them if they try. The woman's mouth fell open in shock at his crude words, her cheeks flushing red. But she couldn't deny it. Shigaraki could see the guilt and shame in her eyes as she nodded. Without waiting for a verbal response, Shigaraki continued with a twisted smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm and amusement.

"It would be a shame if these villains remembered your past... exploits and decided to collect their payment in a different form." His words sent shivers down her spine, and she knew she would have to pay a heavy price for her past mistakes. Shigaraki's words hung in the air, a reminder of the consequences that awaited her. The guilt and shame in her eyes only grew stronger as she realized the gravity of her actions. But it was too late now, and she would have to face the consequences of her choices. He would make her.

Her voice quivered as she spoke, fully aware of Shigaraki's power and the danger of crossing him. "Then I will pay them," she said, her words barely above a whisper.

She could feel the weight of her words bearing down on her. It was a moment she had been dreading, yet it had arrived. Shigaraki's bored expression only added to her feelings of shame and humiliation. She could sense his disappointment in her, and it was almost suffocating. She knew she had disappointed him, and that was a feeling she never wanted to experience again. Shigaraki's response was mocking, his voice oozing with disdain.

"Do you really believe that you can satisfy them?" he asked, a sly smile playing on his lips. "It's been so long since you were a slutty pawn. Do you even remember how to please a man?"

Despite the heat rising to her cheeks, she held her tongue. She knew that showing any signs of discomfort or weakness would only amuse Shigaraki further. His gaze bore into her, challenging her to prove herself. But she was no longer just a sidekick. She was determined to prove that she was capable of anything.

Her eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and determination as she responded, "I can do it."

A glint of excitement flickered in Shigaraki's eyes as he unzipped his pants, prompting her to prove herself. She felt a sense of dread wash over her as she realized she would have to fulfill the desires of these men, who saw her only as an object for their pleasure. But she would do it because she had no other choice but to obey Shigaraki's every command.

"Prove it," he taunted, his power over her palpable as he unzipped his pants. He watched the blood drain from her face. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do. She would have to perform for these cowards she calls co-workers, humiliating herself for Shigaraki's amusement. She steeled herself, refusing to show any weakness, determined to prove herself as more than just a mere slutty sidekick past her prime.

She stood resolutely in front of him, her eyes narrowed in determination, and her lips pressed into a thin line. With a quick tug, she removed her glasses and dropped to her knees before him. Her breathing was heavy, a mixture of disgust and fear, as she reached into his pants and pulled out his large, flaccid member. It lay in her hand, resembling a fat, pale grub. With a loud, wet slurp, she took it into her mouth, the warmth of her mouth enveloping him. Her saliva was wet and sloppy, evidence of her futile attempts to arouse him.

Finally, his impotence proved to be a blessing in disguise. In a mocking tone, he taunted, "Is this all you're capable of?" He boasted that even inexperienced, innocent girls were able to satisfy him better than her. Pointing to his flaccid state as evidence, he further humiliated her by saying, "Look at this. Not even a stir." As she continued to try harder, the uncomfortable display caused everyone to wonder if there was something wrong with her. They had witnessed him violate countless men and women before, but now they doubted her abilities. Was she truly that terrible? He relished her complete humiliation, his pride growing with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, her pride and self-esteem crumbled as she desperately used her trembling fingers. Like her mouth, her ego was drying up as her tears served as lubrication for her frantic motions. She was reduced to nothing but a woman struggling to please a man who had already deemed her unworthy.

Despite the fierce and determined suction of her mouth, his member remained unmoved. Usually, he found great pleasure in watching women degrade themselves, even to the point of staining his expensive clothes with their bodily fluids. But this time, that was not enough to make him reach his climax. He could have easily lost control and exploded down her throat or even expanded his flesh to pop her like a balloon, as he had done when he lacked the proper control. He saw it in his mind as he had done it before, but he managed to resist this time. Instead, he watched with satisfaction as her spirit was slowly crushed, her tears and snot mixing and staining his Armani pants. The exact moment when her spirit broke and her ego shattered. A grin spread across his face as he loomed over her like a ghoul, relishing her vulnerability. This was just the beginning of his real enjoyment. Despite her ego being cracked open, he wanted to see the foundation crumble to dust. It was not enough for her to be degraded in front of him. He needed to completely break her down. And he was determined to do just that.

"Such a pitiful sight. That was pathetic. You are nothing but worthless trash." He sneered through gritted teeth as he stared at the woman's exhausted and slack-jawed expression, her drooling face a sign of her defeat. Roughly grasping her jaw, he forced her to meet his intense gaze. "Allow me to demonstrate the proper way of doing things."

He forces his cock to rise by activating his quirk. At first, the woman had tried to fight back, to refuse to open her mouth, with a pitiful shake of her head and a genuine look of fear. But Shigaraki was relentless, and they would forcefully pry open her mouth and pinch her nose shut painfully, bringing more tears to her eyes as he shoved his heavy giant cock down her throat. The taste and the swell of flesh at the back of her throat made her stomach turn, but he didn't care. He wanted her to suffer, to feel the discomfort and humiliation of having his dick forced upon her in front of her co-workers.

Typically, Shigaraki relishes the sensation of a mouth - its supple and dewy feel, its malleable and velvety texture, adorned with delicate tissue and peppered with minuscule ridges. He enjoys how his own flesh glides effortlessly over the damp and adhesive tongue, yielding to his control as it pulls him in. Yet this time, the mouth was defiant, but he paid no mind, nor did he care about the person it belonged to. With a perfunctory thrust of his hips, he closed his eyes and was transported to a foreign memory, a dream-like state as he thought of you.

When you eat sweets, the texture of your mouth becomes even more pronounced. Shigaraki pops another hard candy in your mouth with a kiss. The taste buds are quickly activated, and the mouth salivates in anticipation. He knows because he is shoving his long tongue in your mouth, wrapping his tongue around yours. His tantalizing tongue entangles with yours, savoring the delectable sweetness of your mouth. The sweet taste lingered on his tongue and coated the roof of his mouth, heightening the texture as you savored the sensation of his tongue. Every movement of his cock in your mouth only added to the overall experience, making his body tremble with pleasure. Your mouth was a delicious mix of moist, velvety smoothness and a slight stickiness that threatened to push him over the edge.

He couldn't resist how your salivated perfection surrounded him like a mouthful of decadent candy. The roughness of your taste buds only added to the intensity as the tip of his cock slid back and forth against them. He loved the way the firm structure of your palate felt against his head, dragging him deeper into the depths of your mouth. It was a delicate, almost fragile texture, but at the same time, it was intoxicatingly soft and velvety. As he thrust deeper, your throat tightened around him, taking him in completely.

He moaned, and the sound echoed in your throat, heightening the pleasure that surged through his body. Your wet, hot mouth against his hard, throbbing cock was pure bliss, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't contain. With each thrust, he felt the perfect blend of sweetness and sensuality envelop him, driving him wild with desire. It was like a symphony of textures perfectly orchestrated by you, his own personal goddess of pleasure. It was a perfect blend of sweetness and sensuality, just like you.

As the minutes ticked by, the woman's body fought against the relentless thrusts of his hard and demanding cock. Her throat burned, and a desperate cry was smothered within, her stomach churning with the overwhelming sensation. She silently begged for respite with pleading eyes, yet he only chuckled and taunted her. In his eyes, she was merely a tool to be used at his whim. Growling in irritation at her interruption of his thoughts of you, he closed his eyes. He lost himself in the fantasy of your eager and tight throat welcoming his every thrust.

As she slipped further and further away, she surrendered to his grasp. The once fearless and self-assured woman became a mere ghost of her former self, utterly broken and defeated. With each thrust of his immense member, her defiance dwindled until she was no longer able to resist the relentless onslaught slowly drained from her body and mind. The forced feeding session of his brutally large dick continued, second after second, until the woman's body could take no more. The ruthless ravaging of his colossal cock persisted, leaving her gasping for air and her body drained of strength. As she faded unconscious, her body went limp, her jaw slack, her throat searing with agony.

The aroma of your scent lingered in the air as you pulled away. Showing the candy is gone, and all of his cum swallowed. He leaned down, your lips brushing against his. As you pressed against him, the curves of your body molded perfectly against his, sending a jolt of desire through him as his fingers and claws explored every inch, igniting a burning desire. With a fierce intensity, his tongue plunged into your mouth, entwining passionately with yours, each movement teasing and tantalizing. As you pressed yourself against him, he couldn't help but feel the soft curves of your body pressing against him as he caressed with his fingertips and claws, igniting a fire inside him. His tongue thrusted back in your mouth, dancing against yours, teasing and tantalizing with each move.

Shigaraki released a deep growl, his lips parting as you nibbled on his bottom lip. Your nails dug into his scalp, tugging on his long locks and sensitive antennae, fueling the intense heat between you. Unable to resist, he ran his sharp claws down your body, memorizing every curve and crevice. A sharp breath escaped your lips as Shigaraki traced a claw and a finger over your breast, igniting a pleasurable shiver. Your response was like a drug to him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a strong grip, he hoisted you up, eager to savor the smooth, supple feel of your body with his mouth. As he indulged in your taste, he playfully slipped a hard candy into your mouth, intensifying your desires even more and signaling he wanted to be sucked more.

As his body moved in a fervent tempo, the symphony of your moans and sloppy wet noises reverberated throughout the room. Every gasp and cry of pleasure only fueled Shigaraki's insatiable desire as you both melted into one another. The slick, drooling, deliriously hungry touch of your mouth only heightened his passion in a night of unadulterated bliss. As you eagerly devoured every drop of his essence, collapsing into his embrace, it was a night they both never wanted to end.

Shigaraki trembled violently, his primal noises echoing through the room as he reached his climax, savoring the sensation before finally letting the woman go. With a cold, detached expression, he pushed her away, watching as her lifeless body hit the ground with a thud. She lay there, drained and unconscious, a mess of saliva and bodily fluids clinging to her. Despite the grotesque scene, Shigaraki showed no hint of remorse. With a callous tone, he simply ordered her co-workers to drag her back to the chair and continue their discussion, unfazed by the brutal encounter. As the woman stirred awake, gasping for air, Shigaraki's only comment was, "Clean yourself up. That lesson was messy. I was hoping for better, but what do I expect from a former hero. When things get hard, you always quit."

Present time:

The rat king's three-head grin widened as he presented his offer, his beady eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Oh, thank you for the mating offer," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, "but I have a daughter waiting for me. This is not a lifestyle fit for a mere human like myself."

The rat king's minions snickered at your feeble excuse, their sharp claws tapping impatiently on the ground. But you stood your ground, determined to return to your daughter and reject the rat king's strange proposition. Not wanting to imagine how that would even work.

"Clearly, the dumb broad wants on the train. It's in the village near the mountain's base," Mr. Chew pipped up. Your mind reeled with this information.

"A train?" You asked aloud.

"Yes, a train. What, you have never been on one before?" Mr. Chew scoffed. You glared at the fat rat, but he seemed non-pulsed.

"Shigaraki created an infrastructure initiative," Eri said timidly.

The rats trembled in fear as the name Shigaraki echoed throughout their mountain hideout. This Alpha, feared by all creatures in the realm, had brought devastation to the rats' once peaceful existence.

"Yeah, that bastard may have been a godsend for those humans, but he drove us rats out of our homes while banishing us rats to the treacherous mountains," Mr. Chew growled with bitterness. His small eyes glinted with rage as he continued, his whiskers bristling angrily. "Nobody dares to attack us here, not with that Shigaraki lurking around. That Alpha energy, the savage king, rules over everything with an iron fist."

Mr. Chew said the last part almost reverently. Your heart raced as you asked about the nearest train stop. Mr. Chew's words sent shivers down your spine, but the temptation of a way back home was too great to ignore. However, the rat king's following words quickly extinguished that glimmer of hope.

"Oh, there is a train stop in the nearby village, but it's a lawless wilderness," Mull explained, his voice heavy with warning. "Any woman who sets foot there would be assaulted by the entire village, and we rats know better than to cross Shigaraki's ruthless wrath."

Fueled by fear and concern for your daughter, you were torn between the allure of the train and the horrors that awaited you in that forbidden village. The thought of being trapped in a confined space with men who would treat you as mere objects to satisfy their desires made your skin crawl. Yet, you couldn't just abandon your daughter to the mercy of Shigaraki and his vile minions. You bit your lip in hesitation, torn between the desire to return to your daughter and the horrors that awaited you in the human world. The train may offer a chance to escape, but it would be much more complicated with a little girl in tow. One might slip past them, but two?

As you weighed your options, a sudden realization struck you as you looked at Eri's innocent face, her small hand tightly clasping yours. You couldn't bear the thought of leaving her behind, no matter how dangerous the journey ahead may be. You couldn't abandon her, not when she needed you most. And to make matters worse, you also had Mr. Chew, the annoying rodent who saved your life. Grudgingly, you acknowledged that he held a wealth of knowledge about this strange world and its inhabitants. And as much as you hated to admit it. You knew he would take pleasure in reminding you of how he had saved you, rubbing it in your face with his smug demeanor. He may be a pain in the ass, but he was also a valuable source of information and had technically saved you.

"You would be safer with us," the rat king tried again, using Heart's gentle voice and demeanor this time. With a heavy heart filled with doubt, you shook your head at the rat king. You contemplated the danger and pushed it aside. After all, you had a quirk awakening. You had some control over mammals, and humans are mammals. Humans were mammals at the core, just like Shigaraki, whose insect-like quirk did not make him any less vulnerable to your quirk.

So, this will be no different, right? You tried to convince yourself. With determination, you persuaded yourself that this would be no different than communicating with any other animal. You had to do whatever it took to protect your daughter and get back home, no matter the obstacles. And so, with a firm resolve, you took your first steps towards your uncertain future, guided by your maternal instincts and newfound power. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself as you steeled yourself for what's ahead. You had already defied the odds by awakening your quirk amid chaos. There was no reason why you couldn't do the same in the outside world. With a heavy heart still filled with doubt, you shook your head at the rat king.

"I'm sorry, but I have a daughter to get back to," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. All sets of the rat king's eyes narrowed disappointment and a hint of anger flashing through them.

"Fine. Go back to your boring, pointless life. But just know that you're passing up the opportunity of a lifetime," Gnasher spat, turning away in disgust. "You're making a grave mistake, woman. Shigaraki's reach is far, and his wrath is even greater. But it seems like you have made up your mind. May the gods help you on your journey," he scoffed before turning away.

As the betrayal settled in your heart, a pang of guilt washed over you. You knew your actions had hurt the rat king's feelings, but you were too consumed with your agenda to care. You held the key to something they didn't, giving you a rush of power. But deep down, you couldn't deny the excitement of seeing Shigaraki again. He wouldn't allow anyone to harm you. But as your thoughts raced, a looming fear crept in. Knowing Shigaraki's savage nature, the idea of being at his mercy sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't even imagine what he might do to you if he decided you had tried to run away.

"You will guise of a man. Trust me, I will carry you on my back. And don't worry about the villagers, for you will have an army at your command," Mull declared, a fire in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. It was a simple plan that could save your life but also came with great risks. Yet, the danger only added to the excitement and adrenaline coursing through your veins. As Mull's words echoed in your mind, a hint of hope bloomed in your chest. The thought of having an army at your disposal gave you a glimmer of reassurance. And when Mull offered to carry you on his back, it felt like a lifeline in a storm.

As you struggled with conflicting emotions, Mull's simple plan promised a slim chance of survival. The weight of that choice pressed down on your shoulders, but you knew you had to act quickly. With a deep breath, you climbed onto Mull's back, and as you held onto Mull's powerful form, you couldn't help but wonder what consequences this would bring. But at this point, all you could do was trust in the plan and hope for the best.

With a surge of raw power simmering in the depths of your throat, you unleashed your quirk with an earth-shattering scream that pierced the silence around you. The call echoed across the land, reaching every animal within earshot, stirring them to action. With a fierce determination burning in your eyes, you cried out a rallying call to all creatures, great and small: it was time to take back what was rightfully theirs.

In a graceful swoop, you seized hold of Eri and Mr. Chew, clutching them close as you rode into battle with the fury of a vengeful goddess. As you charged into the fray, the wind whipped through your hair, a roaring chorus of wild beasts thundering behind you. Your heart is pounding like a battle drum, your mind is focused, and your determination is unbreakable. Your enemies cowered in fear as you led a powerful army of fierce beasts into a frenzy. The ground trembled beneath your feet, but you are strong, a powerful force of nature. You are not the same timid creature you once knew. And you will protect those you love at all costs, even if it means facing your darkest fears head-on because you are no longer useless.

As the wind roared in your ears and the screams of men echoed through the air, you gritted your teeth and steeled yourself for the next move. The stakes were sky-high, but you were determined to do whatever it took to return to your beloved Chouka. Despite the chaos and danger surrounding you, you held your ground and scanned the battlefield with fierce determination. Steel in the lead as a loyal General. You did that, you made your enemy bend to your will.

A tidal wave of flesh rushed over you. You pointed towards the village with a fierce battle cry, commanding your troops forward. You were not merely a mother but a force to be reckoned with, a badass mom, commanding the respect and awe of those who bore witness to your incredible power. As your enemies fell and the dust settled, your name would be whispered in terrified whispers, a legend in the making. You turned to your loyal companions with a satisfied nod.

"Alright, let us gather our gear and board that damn train," you growled, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. You knew nothing could stand in your way, not when you were a mother on a mission.

At least, that is what you believed as you settled into your train seat, seeking a moment's respite from the chaos of your life. You couldn't help but cling to the hope that this ride would offer a much-needed escape. But as you closed your eyes in weary anticipation, a pungent smell clawed its way into your senses. It was a mix of sizzling pork and singed hair, a sickening combination that jolted you from your reverie.

Your eyes snapped open to the sight of a man with charred skin, his once-handsome features now twisted into a grotesque mockery of humanity. His piercing blue eyes, though still striking, held a hint of madness that sent shivers down your spine. And beside him, a familiar little boy with shocks of white and red hair. Frozen in terror, you could only watch in horror as the man addressed the child next to you in a menacing tone.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Little Eri, on this train?" Dabi sneered, his voice dripping with malice. Your blood turned to ice as you realized that there was no escape, no sanctuary from the terrors lurking everywhere. “Who is your handsome escort?” Dabi asked Eri. He seemed to take immense pleasure in your fear.

As the train rumbled on, your mind raced with thoughts of how you could possibly survive this encounter. With a ruthless criminal and his accomplice sitting across from you, a fight for survival seemed inevitable. All you could do was pray that you would make it out alive in one piece.

Notes:

I'm going on hiatus because I would like to finish a project I started. But loves, kudos, encouragement and a hello are always welcomed. Stay frosty and safe, grubbies.

#shigaraki tomura #boku no hero academia tomura #lemon #shigaraki x reader #my hero academia shigaraki #moth shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #bnha tomura

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sinnamonpork · 1 year

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au of a less traumatized todofam and their shameless favoritism when it comes to one another:

Shouto loves all his siblings, but Fuyumi would always have a special place in his soba obsessed heart. That's his sister that took care of him, attended his school meetings, and generally became the one person he knows will be there when the house would be empty of any soul. She's the one he'll run to when his brothers would be bullying him, knowing full well she'd side with him always. Class 1-A sees their resident ice prince goes full baby mode when his sister comes to visit. "Nee-san, nee-san, did you miss me? I really missed you, nee-san."

Natsuo having Touya as his favorite sibling isn't really a surprise, especially when the two slept in the same room. Touya was the first one who he told of his dreams of being a doctor, becoming a hero in the way he wants to. Touya only grinned at him and said he's sure he can do anything he wants to, because he's his baby brother. His big brother who he hid behind when the house got too loud, too destructive for such a quiet child that Natsuo was. He saw the lean, fragile back of his brother standing tall against Endeavor and not flinching for even a bit and was inspired to be like him, that when he grows up, he'll be the one protecting other people too. Basically, Natsuo's hero worship for the only person in their family who wants nothing to do with heroes lol.

Meanwhile, we got Fuyumi who we all know would be a complete daddy's girl. Because while their family became a tad shaky in the years of Natsuo and Shouto's childhood, she still remembers calling the no. 2 hero her Papa and being carried on his broad shoulders. She remembers those rough fingers brushing through her hair as she fell asleep to his singing voice, a little rough around the edges, but it's her Papa's. She remembers inexperienced hands fumbling to tie her hair yet still calling her the most prettiest princess even with uneven pigtails. It might be tainted by the years to come, but it's those memories that pushes her to keep their family together.

Touya, pierced and edgelord Touya, is a complete mama's boy. When he was young, still not knowing how to control his emotions that are always too much, he'd know that his mother's quiet and comforting demeanor would be the break he needs from the world. She would quiet the buzzing in his ears, playing with his hair as she hums a quiet tune, grounding him to reality when he's close to lashing out at anyone near. During his highschool days, the whole LoV(League of Vtubers) would get a front row seat to their resident deliquent being an obedient puppy and being nothing but a complete gentleman to his visiting mother. "Mom, you can have Shiggy's seat, I'm sure he'll be happy sitting on the floor if it's for you." Tomura just grumbles through it all.

Extra:

Future son-in-law and Honorary Todoroki Keigo's favorite person would obviously be Endeavor, to the horror of his boyfriend. Touya didn't think anything would be worse than the time he had to babysit a Shouto who puked in the middle of the supermarket but there it was. It takes the form of his boyfriend being an absolute simp for Enji and the hero just confused why this smol child is being so chatty. "Endeavor-san, what do you think about going with me and Touya to our trip to the Bahamas? Of course Touya said yes, why would you even think otherwise?" Keigo slept on the couch for two weeks after the incident, Touya making him remember who his attention should be on with his very talented tongue and hands. (and the piercings- oh god the piercings. keigo can die a happy man)

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mysteroads · 3 months

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Excerpt from All Fun and Games

“Don't stay up late!” Shouta warned loudly. “It's a school night.”

The League paused at the stairs and turned, all of them with expressions innocent as angels and honest as politicians.

“Yes Eraserdaddy!” the whole group chorused— with the exception of the three kids, Kurogiri, and Shigaraki. Even Midoriya was in on it, obviously torn between hilarity and terror as he stuttered on the last two syllables.

Shouta flushed as the whole room erupted into giggles and whispered versions of: "I can't believe they did it!", turning to find half the class was filming. Apparently, he was the victim of a conspiracy. He eyed them balefully, thinking dark thoughts about pop quizzes and revenge.

Meanwhile, Toga threw her arms around Kurogiri, assuring him loudly that he was still the League's “shadow dad” and not to be jealous. The ghostly man sighed, patting her on the head, but didn’t look displeased.

Spinner socked Shigaraki in the arm that wasn't holding Kana. “You were supposed to say it too!” he scolded. “You chicken!”

Shigaraki stepped out of range with a sneer. “I don’t need or want another father figure, thanks, and I'm not about to call Aizawa daddy in public.” He paused, then hummed thoughtfully. “Could be negotiated for in private, though.”

Dead silence.

In that silence, Shigaraki took Aisho's hand again and led her to the stairs. “Now then, since I missed this afternoon's debriefing, why don't you tell me what Kurogiri taught you in preschool today?”

Aisho bounced onto her toes with excitement, holding tight to his hand as they maneuvered up the steps. “Oh! Today, Eri and Hōō started learning how to sound out big words! And Kana and I learned more about shapes!”

“Shapes, huh? What's your favorite? I've always liked triangles best. Sharp angles. Good for stabbing.”

Their voices faded, leaving the common area to its awkward silence. Silence broken by a high pitched, wheezing squeak, like a dying balloon about to give up the ghost. All eyes turned to Dabi, who was bent over, hands braced on his knees, the undamaged part of his face bright red as he fought for air. Magne thumped him between the shoulder blades, which was enough to let him suck in a desperate breath and start cackling.

That set off the rest of the League, except for Kurogiri, who looked instead like he was going through all five stages of grief at once.

Hōō, secure in Hawk's arms, looked around and, with the unerring ability of a child to ask the questions adults dread most, asked, “Does Mr. Shiggy want to call Mr. Zawa daddy? ‘Cause Mr. Zawa is Aisha and Kana’s daddy, not Mr. Shiggy’s.”

The League howled.

Dabi went straight to the floor, followed by Spinner. Toga was practically dancing as she squealed, “Oh my gosh! I’ve never ever ever heard Tomu-chan flirt before! He goes right for the kill!”

This time the students couldn't keep quiet.

Within seconds, the entire Bakusquad was curled in various positions on and off the furniture, clutching their middles, tears streaming down their faces as they laughed and laughed. Bakugo had turned his back, but Shouta could see his face reflected in a window: his eyes and cheeks were bulging in an effort not to laugh. Uraraka had choked on her own spit and was torn between coughing and laughing; Momo’s blush had spread down her neck like a sunburn; and Asui had covered her face, shoulders shaking. Todoroki seemed completely lost. Ida, scandalized, was waving his arm at everyone, trying to get them to “Settle down, now! This is obviously an adult matter! It’s almost curfew! We should all go to bed!”

Shouta’s attention, however, was on Shinso. His son was laser-focused on his phone, Eri peering intently over his shoulder.

“Shinso,” he growled.

Hitoshi looked up, lazy purple eyes wide in an attempt at innocence. “Yeah, Dad?”

“You had better not be sending that video to Hizashi or Nem, or I swear, I’ll hang you upside down from a tree for the rest of the night.”

“I’m definitely not doing that,” Hitoshi promised.

Eri frowned. “But… you’re on the family chat,” she protested.

Hitoshi cleared his throat. “What I meant was: I may have already done that.”

Right on cue, Shouta’s phone began to buzz with incoming messages. He’d give it fifteen minutes before the entire UA staff saw the video in all its horror.

Face burning, he unwound his capture scarf and activated his quirk. He would not suffer alone.

The students and former villains who could still move scattered, heartlessly abandoning their incapacitated comrades to face the wrath of an embarrassed Eraserhead.

#fanfiction #my hero academia #funny #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #shigaraki tomura #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #dabi #dabihawks #Class 1-A #League of Villains #League Shenanigans #I swear it's funny #Explosions to come

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years

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Little Whore (DabiHawks x Reader)🥵💕🖤

Aizawa x GN!Reader🥵

Mina x Fem!Reader💕🥵

Denki Imagine🥵

Shouto x Fem!Reader🥵

I Hate You (Momo)🥵

Cheshire (Dabi)🥵

Aizawa x Criminal!Reader🥵🖤

Deku Imagine🥵💕

Mouse Trap (Present Mic)🥵🖤

Mouse Trap Part 2🥵🖤

Erasermic Imagine🖤😏

DabiHawks Aftercare💕

Erasermic Imagine Part 2🖤😏

Shigaraki Imagine🥵

Shigaraki x GN!Reader Headcanons💔

Shigaraki Imagine Part 2🥵

Monoma Imagine🖤🥵

Daddy (Denki)🥵💕

Shiggy Imagine🥵

Big Crush (Stain)🥵

You’ll Be Safe (LoV)💔

Bakugou Masterlist

It’ll Be Okay (Aizawa)💔💕

Izuku and Mina x GN!Reader💔?

Friend (Toga)💔

Don’t Know Them (KiriMina)😝💕

MomoJirou Imagine😝

KiriMina Imagine😝

Nejire Imagine😝

MomoMina Imagine💕😝

Jirou Imagine😝

Momo Imagine💕

Midnight and Aizawa Imagine😝

Dekusquad Imagine💔

KamiMina Imagine😝

Tsuyu Imagine💕

Fever (Jirou)💔💕?

Limit (Mina)💔

Aizawa and Midnight Imagine😝

Dekusquad Imagine💕😝

Deku Imagine😏😝

Comfort Zone (Denki)💔💕

Rumi Imagine💔💕

Mellisa Imagine💕

Mina Imagine💕

Recovery Girl Imagine😝

Late Night Cuddles (Shoto)💕

Hawks Imagine💕

Mina NSFW Headcanons🥵

A, W, X, and Y w/ Momo🥵

B, D, F, and K w/ Tsuyu🥵

M, Q, W, and Y w/ Mina🥵

Tenya Iida NSFW Alphabet🥵

Note (Hawks)💕

Fairytale (Kirishima)💕?

Trans!Tsuyu Imagine🥵

Deku, Bakugou, and Todoroki Reacting To You Being Gang Orca’s Daughter💕

Hawks w/ a Ballerina!S/O💕

MHA x Fem!Reader: Kingdom Hearts Masterlist

Kirishima Twt Links🥵

Shoto w/ a Regressor S/O💕

Hawks Relationship Headcanons💕

Hawks Imagine🥵

Hawks Twt Links🥵

Hanta Sero as a Caregiver💕

Hanta Sero x Trans!BF🥵

Izuku, Shoto, Dabi, and Hawks Helping You Calm Down From Quirk Overuse 💕

First Time (Hawks) 💕🥵

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha imagine #mha imagine #mha agere fic #mha headcanons #BNHA Headcanons #bnha smut #mha smut #mha #mha x reader #mha imagines

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fertilize-my-eggs · 9 months

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God I wanna be stuffed full by season one shiggy and season six shiggy like just imagine having two gamer freaks stuffed both your holes but one is a twink and the other one is a big buff daddy.🤤🤭💕💕

Ohhh to have a dream like that hddjsjjsjs I'll probably add that to my list of unfinished fanfic ideas. I haven't even finished the virgin incel looking for love 😭😭😭 I need to work on it lol

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vampyrsutton · 2 years

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Dabi X Hawks X Shiggy~Threesome/Oral

Summary:

Hawks wants to know what that mouth do.

Ao3 Tags:

Threesome - M/M/M, Oral Sex, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Wing Kink, Overstimulation, Genital Piercing, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, LOV Is A Big Open Relationship

"Hey, Crusty?" Dabi hums, leaning over the back of the couch Shiggy is curled on playing the switch Hawks brought him. "You know how Spinner outed how flexible and good with your mouth you are?"

"What about it, Burnt Nugget?" Shigaraki mutters, not looking up from his game. Animal Crossing by the sound of the music, something about stress relief?

"Well, the birdie hasn't stopped asking about it but knows he'll never stop being called the League's sugar daddy if he asks you directly so I'm here to shut him up. Want another round?" Dabi smirks, chuckling when he hears the game save.

"...Mayhaps?" Shigaraki eventually mumbles. "What are the conditions?"

"I at the very least wanna still be in the room though I definitely wouldn't mind joining." Dabi snickers, messing with Shiggy's hair a little to annoy him. "The drawing gloves if you plan to touch his wings. A little tip, he's really sensitive at the base of his wings, will be like putty in your hands. He doesn’t care whether you choose to fuck him into the mattress or not he just wants to know 'what that mouth do?'." The flame user laughs.

Shigaraki vehemently ignores the heat that rushes to his ears. "I can work with that... And I'm kinda curious about that newest piercing of yours so feel free to join I guess." He shrugs, putting his game to the side. "So tonight or?"

"Let me talk to him first, but yeah probably." Dabi shrugs, pushing off the couch. "He should be flying at around eight." He smirks wickedly. "If you wanna ruffle his feathers a bit first, feel free."

Shigaraki grins mischievously, flopping back down with the switch to continue his landscaping. "Don't have to tell me twice. I'll make sure to send him back to you a blushing mess."

"I expect to see his feathers all puffed up!" Dabi laughs as he slinks back to his room.

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"Oh, so the little birdy finally joins us!" Shigaraki snickers when Hawks flies in around 8:30. To be honest, he looks like hell. His coat is covered in dirt and blood, his shirt ripped in multiple places that whatever was underneath the healers already took care of. His pants were also heavily charred, glasses broken, and hair an even bigger mess than usual.

“I was a little busy.” Hawks huffs, dredging over to the couch and shredding the basically ruined coat and what’s left of his shirt as he goes. “Hero commission will just get a new coat. I assume one of you know how to clean his up so it doesn’t go to waste?”

Toga appears out of seemingly nowhere to examine the coat. “It’s starting to get chilly. This is mine now. Compress! Can you come to the store with me? I need to get some things to clean this!”

There’s a sigh from over by the current makeshift bar before Compress is coming to follow. “I guess you did need a new coat.”

The other members had cleared out, having heard Dabi’s scheming earlier, and left Shiggy and Hawks alone on the couch. Eventually, Hawks noticed the League leader staring at him and turned his head to glare.

“Why are you staring?” Hawks glares.

“Hmm? Oh just enjoying the free show.” Shigaraki smirks, gesturing to the currently half-naked hero with the sucker in his hand.

Hawks looks down before flushing. “Well, I’m not just going to sit in bloody, dirty clothes.” He huffs, pouting.

“I’m not complaining.” Shigaraki shrugs, plopping his sucker back in his mouth. “Bacon Bits wants to talk to you after you chill a bit so sit and relax.” He mumbles around the sucker in his mouth, ‘casually’ doing some fancy maneuver with his tongue before sucking it back in his mouth.

It’s Hawks turn to stare as whatever snarky response he had is forced out of his brain by his libido. He watched as Shigaraki’s tongue all so ‘casually’ wrapped around the sucker as his cheeks hallowed before he let the sucker relax on his tongue once more. Hawks honestly forgot what he was in such a shitty mood for until he remembered that Shiggy said Dabi wanted to talk to him and his eyes narrow. He seems to calculate something in his head before his face flushes bright pink.

“He told you didn’t he?” Hawks squeaks.

“That you wanted to know ‘what that mouth do?’? Yes, yes he did.” Shigaraki smirks, lifting a gloved hand. “Was told I can touch the wings?”

“With the dex I’ve seen when you’re playing games? Yes.” Hawks nods immediately before tilting his head. “Why does Dabs want to see me?”

“He was going to tell you he talked to me, probably tease you. Guess he forgot you’re stupid observant when you’re still in hero mode." The young leader snickers. "I was just supposed to 'ruffle your feathers’ a bit before you went in."

Hawks nods, giving a thoughtful hum before his look turns mischievous. "Wanna pull a reverse?"

"His condition was he wants to be in the room." Shigaraki shrugs.

Hawks grin just widens. "Wanna hide in my wings and we tease him?"

Shigaraki's eyes widen in glee. "I can hide in them too?! Hell yeah!" He grins, waiting for Hawks to stand before clamoring onto his back and waiting for Hawks to envelope him in red fluff. "Okay. I'm ready." He snickers quietly.

Hawks chuckles, walking down the halls to Dabi's room with a few feathers helping them to keep balanced. After knocking, he peeks into the room curiously. "Hey, Shigs said you wanted to see me?"

"Hey, pretty bird," Dabi smirks, beckoning him over to hold him by the hair and kiss the sense out of him. "Got a little surprise for you."

"What? What's the surprise?" Hawks asks excitedly, letting a small feather free when Shiggy tugs on it lightly.

Dabi starts talking but Hawks is having a hard time paying attention with Shigaraki now giving his feather the same attention he was giving the sucker earlier.

“...-ked to Shiggy and-...said he’d want-...-piercing-... So what do you think?” Is all Hawks gets from the conversation.

“Yeah, sound grEat! Mmmn~!” Hawks squeaks, moaning when Shigaraki starts playing with the base of his wings.

“You asshats already started, didn’t you?” Dabi smirks. “Is he in the main area with a feather?”

Hawks opens his wings, allowing Shigaraki to snake his hands around and play with the bird’s nipples, snickering when the hero’s legs shake. “Guess again, Bacon Bits.” He smirks over Hawks’ shoulder.

Dabi raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing. “You let his mouth around that many feathers, and tried to hold a conversation? You didn’t hear a damn thing I said did you?”

“You could have just sAid you were going to make good on your prOmise to make me a roast chicken for Ahh~all I know, and I wouldn’t gIve a dahhh-damn right now! Fuck Shigs! How can you even do that with your mouth?”

There’s a raspy snicker from within the wings before he is finally falling to his knees when Shigaraki bites the base and he moans loudly. “Spend puberty being afraid to touch your own dick and you learn some things.” Shigaraki laughs.

Dabi, meanwhile, has decided not to let Hawks’ current position go to waste and he gets his pants down and holds his already half-hard dick to the hero’s lips. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Hawks takes the obvious hint, letting his mouth stay open as he pants lightly, moaning more as that pierced cock slides into his mouth.

“Fuck, birdy. So good.” Dabi groans as Hawks’ throat flutters around the head of his cock.

“Hey, Dabi? Toss the lube.” Shigaraki hums. “And maybe we get him on the bed."

Dabi tsks, pulling out to help the villain leader help the now very sensitive bird onto the bed. They arrange things so Dabi is standing next to the bed with Hawks on his hands and knees and Shiggy behind him.

Dabi waste no time getting his dick back in the waiting hero's mouth after tossing Shigaraki the lube.

Hawks moans around the piercings dragging across his tongue before whining when a cold finger prods at his hole. He tenses at the cold intrusion before relaxing when Shigarki starts teasing his feathers again.

"Sorry, birdie. Boyfriend is cold-blooded so usually forget to let it warm up." Shigaraki apologizes between his leaving kisses and bites along the hero's back.

"Mmmnm roor brood" (You're good) Hawks attempts to moan around the cock in his mouth as he sucks and licks along the Jacob's Ladder. Eventually, Dabi grabs his hair and Hawks’ jaw falls slack and he relaxes his throat so Dabi can go ahead and fuck his throat.

"Shit, Dabi. How long did it take to train him to do that?" Shigaraki groans, wide-eyed. He's got three fingers in the hero at this point, adding to sensations the flame villain is feeling as moans vibrate up his shaft.

"Two or three times," Dabi smirks. "The public would be appalled if they knew how much of a cock slut their precious number two is. Heh, they probably wouldn't be surprised though with that fuck boi persona he likes to project."

Hawks moans at the insults, throat fluttering around the head of Dabi's cock as he clenches around Shiggy's fingers.

"Degradation, too?" Shigaraki smirks.

"And praise. Give him attention and he's putty in your hands." Dabi chuckles, petting Hawks hair and groaning at how the happy chirps feel along his cock. "Fuck, baby bird."

"And it took so long for him to join us, how?" Shigaraki snorts with a raised eyebrow.

Dabi's face turns suddenly murderous as he scratches along his birdie's scalp. "Brainwashing is hard to break."

Shigarki's eyes narrow in annoyed understanding. "We'll take them down soon enough. Even faster now that he's properly joined us." He coos, scratching along the base of Hawks' wings and watching him shudder in pleasure. "Help me get him flipped over, he's prepped enough."

Hawks whines and chirps in complaint when he's no longer full, doing his best to help as he's laid on his back, Dabi holding his wings so they don't get bent weirdly. Once on his back, he let his head fall back to hang off the bed and opened his mouth for Dabi once more.

Dabi chuckles at his eagerness before pushing him so his head is on the bed. "Sorry, songbird. We want to hear your pretty sounds and Shiggy wants to feel the new piercing."

Hawks scoffs but doesn’t get to protest for long as Shigaraki's lubed cock starts to slide into him and fill him up.

"Mmn, shit." Hawks chirps, arching slightly as he's filled inch by inch. Dabi was big in all sense of the world. He was long and thick, but while Shiggy wasn't quite as thick, he was longer and Hawks’ mouth fell open in a quiet moan.

The villains smirk at Hawks wings fluttering as he’s filled. "Feel good, bIrdie-Ahh! Warn me, Bacon Bits!" Shagaraki groans, head falling forward as the flame villain starts prepping him.

Dabi snickers, slowly working a long finger in, just barely not long enough to brush the leader's prostate and tease him.

"Mngnn! You ass." Shigaraki moans, trying to fuck himself back on the finger and shallowly thrusting into the hero in the process.

Hawks whines, squirming to try and get more from the young leader. "Shiggy, please~!" He groans.

"Yeah Shigs. Give the birdie what he needs." Dabi chuckles in Shigaraki's ear, pulling another groan out of him.

"Fuck, sorry, HA-Ahh~!" Shagaraki moans as another finger slips in to encourage him to start fucking deep into the hero. “There, now hurry!” He groans, annoyed at the flame user’s teasing.

Dabi smirks, watching Hawks moaning on his leader’s cock. “Why don’t you show him your little party trick first?”

Shigaraki blinks at him over his shoulder in confusion before realization dawns on him and he smirks. “Oh, yeah. That wA-Ahh~!- was the point of this.” He snickers before lightly brushing Hawks’ wings to get his attention. Once those golden, half-lidded eyes are settled on him, Shigaraki bends at the stomach and starts sliding his mouth down the hero’s cock and internally smirks when Hawks tries to arch into the sudden wet heat only for his hips to be held back down.

Soon enough, Shigaraki’s found a rhythm of fucking into Hawks and swallowing around his cock when this made his hips bounce further into his mouth.

Was it exactly the best or most comfortable position?

Yeah, no, but Hawks wasn’t complaining as the villain’s cock continued to stroke against his prostate, and whatever the villain was doing with his tongue, he didn’t want it to stop.

Soon, Hawks was cumming down Shigaraki’s throat with a high chirping moan at about the same time Dabi deemed the other villain prepped enough to start sliding in. Shigaraki swallowed as best he could, but when a stapled hand grabs his hair and pulls, he ends up making a mess all over Hawks and him when he lets out a choked-off moan.

“Ngnn~ Fuck, Dabi!” Shiggy moans as Dabi barely gives him time to adjust, fucking him into the already sensitive hero. Shigaraki can’t do much more than try to hold himself up as he’s fucked into like Dabi is trying to ruin them both, fingers tangled in feathers and cum laden drool dripping down his chin as he hangs his head.

Hawks, meanwhile, is gripping the sheets by his head as his overly stimulated prostate continues to be abused without rest and all he can do is let out desperate chirps and moans. “Ahhmmngh~! Too much! FUck~ Ahh, shit, don’t stOp! Ahhh~”

Dabi chuckles evilly from behind Shigarki as he leans across his back to whisper in his ear. “How about you put that mouth back to work. I see a chest and neck ripe for the marking.”

Shigaraki whines, peeking his eyes open and groaning at the sight that greets him. He falls to his elbows and immediately takes a nipple into his mouth, giving it some of the same attention he had given the hero’s dick earlier while half-gloved fingers play with the other.

Hawks arches into the touch, crying out when the villain leader bites before flattening his tongue against the peaking bud. His nerves feel like they’re on fire, and when a particularly warm hand reaches under Shigaraki to stroke his spit slick dick, he questions if this is how they plan to kill him.

“Such good boys. Look at you two, taking cock so well. Tell me Shiggy? How does that newer piercing feel grinding against your insides, hmm? My cock splitting you open barbell by barbell? Look at you, you fucking love it.” Dabi smirks, picking up the pace.

Shigaraki moans, switching sides before giving a surprised shout when Dabi starts fucking him faster, and he does his best to fuck himself back on the pyromaniac’s pierced cock.

“Fuck, I am so stealing your bOyfriend- shit-, birdie.” Shigaraki gasps as the Prince Albert rubs his prostate.

“Mnngh~ As if, you-Ahh!-already get two for the prIce of one-Oh gods.” Hawks chirps, bucking into the hand that had just passed over his slit.

“So, do you-ngh-one-shit- one is just his personality! FUCK!”

Hawks snorts around his moan as Dabi switches angles and begins a brutal assault on the leader’s sweet spots that leave him no more than a trembling mess as he’s milked dry into the hero.

“Should have-Ah-known he’d have something to say.” Hawks smirks as Shigaraki glares at him as best he can while looking fucked out of his mind.

“Shut u-Ahhh! Fuck! Hu-hurry up, Bacon Bits!” Shigaraki moans, letting his head fall on Hawks chest and whimpering when Hawks’ next orgasm just milks him more. “Mmn~ Too much..”

Dabi chuckles but takes pity, pulling out enough to stroke himself to near completion before burying himself again, smirking sadistically as Shigaraki whines in overstimulation. Luckily for the hero and villain leader, however, a few more thrusts, and Dabi was burying himself to the hilt to cum deep inside Shigaraki, making sure to make him as messy as possible as he pulled out.

“Mnn~ You ass.” Shigaraki groans, mumbling a small thanks when Dabi at least has the courtesy to help him up so he can pull out of Hawks before immediately collapsing to the side. “You can keep him.”

Hawks snorts again as his feathers pull Dabi to him for cuddles wrapping the scarred villain in one wing and an immediately less grumpy Shigaraki into the other. A few more feathers fly out to gather things so Dabi can clean them up which he does without complaint.

“Didn’t think he’d be one for aftercare.” Shigaraki mumbles into Hawks’ feathers.

“I’m a sadist. Not a complete bastard.” Dabi huffs.

“When did you talk to your dad last?” Hawks chimes in.

“Fair enough. Not a total asshole.”

All further sass was met with deep kisses until, eventually, they were all sound asleep, cuddled together in soft red down, and shielded away from the world.

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bbybaku · 3 years

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college boyfriend shigaraki head cannons

warnings: nsfw content, smut, humiliation, brat/brat taming, public, breeding kink

SFW

shiggy is a software engineering major so half dead looking gamer boy

you taught him how to dye his hair

it was blue and fluffy, you loved it so much

you also taught him skincare, the two of you would do your routines together

he worked at a grocery store, you would hang out with him after work

you thought he looked cute in his little t shirt uniform but he didn’t like how you teased him (even though he genuinely looked good)

he had an apartment and you lived in the dorms so the two of you typically hung out at his place

he lived alone 😏

was a human furnace, literally so warm and nice to sleep on when it was cold in the winters

hanging out consisted of you sitting on his bed and him sitting on his computer

occasionally going out to eat or to the store.

he kept his kitchen stocked and loved it when you cooked for him, (and i mean LOVED IT)

wore all black, but red shoes and a little red fanny pack across his chest

he had a really nice fitted suit he would wear to interviews and his internship, he looked so good in it

he loved when you wore skirts and dresses, sometimes texted you a screenshot of a dress he thought you would look good in, sometimes he bought them for you

also loved when you wore his hoodies

actually went feral when you wore any of his clothes

you occasionally tried to get him to wear a maid dress but he refused

drove a really nice car, when you asked about it he said something about a rich family member then changed the subject.

eventually when he got tired of homework or video games he would come to bed

most weeknights you two would just cuddle, shiggy liked when you laid on top of him

he also liked spooning and watching anime

he loved romance anime but pretended to prefer violent anime for months

he was pretty shy in big crowds, he mostly kept to himself, he only really talked to you and his gaming buddies

he was real mean to his gaming friends.

part of the fun of going to his apartment was listening to him scream at them over the headset

you had to hold in your giggles because he got mad when you made fun of him

which wasn’t always a bad thing.

he was super nice to your friends, but in a gentle man kind of way

but he would usually get bored after an hour and want to go home

he loved when you played with his hair. sometimes you would rub his scalp with your long nails while he was gaming or coding and he would lean into you

he wasnt the biggest on physical touch so it was always refreshing when he initiated.

the best was when he hugged you after a long day, your head in his chest, inhaling his sent.

he smelled good. like fabric softener and mens body wash

he said you smelled like lavender and the color pink

days you spent away from eachother he would text you really random things

basically a really weird meme then beg you to come over

he would always pick you up

he would always pick you in general

it was never said but the two of you planned to always be together

NSFW

shy in public but incredibly dominant in the bedroom

sent dick pics constantly

sometimes not even hard, just a picture of his pants crotch

he loved showering together but hated shower sex, he liked the vulnerable moment of the two of you embracing eachother fully naked

he would dry you off then fuck the life out of you after

did someone say do it on every surface of his house and your dorm so you think about getting railed by him wherever you are?

he was good at that kind of thing

making you wear his shirt for a few days and send a picture for proof every few hours.

when you gave it back he sent a video of him jerking off to the smell of you on his clothes

you called him an incel as a joke once and he taught you a very rough lesson that night

that was also something he was good at

but you enjoyed every second of it

had various toys to spice things up

such as handcuffs, a leash, buttplugs, and a lot of vibrators

he loved when you were a brat

aslo loved the skirts he always wanted access to your heat

sucking him off when he was gaming?? oh heck yes

sending him naughty pictures while he was at work? you bet

he def had that vibrator he could control with his phone

you two def used it often

was down for just about anything (except the real weird stuff) but mostly loved showing dominance and when you submitted to him

would absolutely mark you up, you were so beautiful and he respected that your life didnt revolve around him but everyone had to know you were taken

more specifically you belonged to him

he was very good at humiliating you.

you once mentioned starting a family in the future and thats how the two of you developed a breeding kink

learing shibari together

when he was mad about a video game and would have angry sex with you >>>>>

morning sex before class

cockwarming while watching anime

rubbing each other under the table at resturants

when he drove his hand was always on your thigh

thought pet names were annoying but lost it when you first called him sir

lost it again when you called him daddy

you had only topped him a handful of times

he would call you mommy

but it didnt feel as natural so it was rare

sometimes when he was tired you would ride him

but he was still in control

you always came first

even when he was mad

he never skipped out on aftercare

the best was when he would dry you off with a towel then carry you to the bathroom and talk about mundane things while he ran a bath.

he would give you some time in the bath and eventually join you

no sex, just cuddles in the warm water

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#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki brainrot #yandere shigaraki #mha smut #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #lov smut #lov headcanons #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #mha shigaraki

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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Ok set scene reader is out for a bit talking with a political figure and kai is at the White House with the kids

Dabi and shiggy are playing

Himiko: .... *tugs kais shirt*

Kai: Yes Himiko

Himiko: can you play with me? Dabi and shiggy are playing sports but i wanna play tea party

Kai: Uh- idk where is your mother

Himiko: she isn't here can you please *puppy dog eyes*

Kai: sigh ok but i need to fet back to work soon

Later

Reader: I'm Bac- awwwweee kai you're playing with himiko

Kai in a tutu, tiara sitting at a play table: help

Himiko: HI Mommy isn't daddy pretty

Hmm, but you're wrong about the game they'd be playing.

First Lady walks in the kids playroom, only to see the room dimly lit with a lot of candles. "What the..." you quickly find the switch and turn it on, and you're unsure whether to laugh at the sight-

The triplets are wearing their Hogwarts robes, hood covering half of their faces, and they are sleeping on Kai's chest, who is lying on the floor in the middle of the room, his forehead having a big blob of ketchup.

You walked toward him, smiling at his content sleeping face, his arms wrapped over the triplets securely.

"You're back early." You jumped at Kai's voice, looking up to see his eyes studying you.

You sat down on the floor. "Yeah. The meeting ended earlier than I had expected to." You brushed Himiko's hair out of her face. "You seem to have had fun." You said, pointing to his forehead.

Kai sighed. "Yes, the kids decided to play doctor and then declared me dead when they couldn't find my pulse. They then decided to sacrifice me because Dabi said"what good is a corpse for?" and Himiko answered "sacrifice." and then they got tired and fell asleep on my chest- ah thank you, darling." Kai said as you pulled out a wipe to clean off the ketchup. "I am really concerned about their imagination. I think Himiko wants to be a Satanist."

You giggled softly. "Hmm, she may have wrote a couple of letters to Satan. I thought she misspelled Santa, but nope, she just wanted Satan give her some knives." Kai smiled at that. "Don't worry, I'm sure its a phase. Now, come on, you can give me the kids- I'll put them to bed." But as soon as you said that, Tomura woke up, and at the sight of you, tears started to well up in his eyes as it finally dawned on him that you had left him for a couple of hours.

Kai was quick to shush him though. "Its okay, mommy is here now. Go back to sleep." But when Tomura began wriggling in his arms, Kai held him firmly to his chest so that he doesn't disturb his siblings. "Y/n, why don't you sleep here for some time, just until Tomura goes back to sleep. Otherwise, he's gonna wake up the other two as well." You nodded and gently pushed Tomura back to Kai's chest, planting your palm firmly against his small back to reassure him that you're right there. Kai moved his arm under you so that you could rest your head on it, humming a soft lullaby that calmed your son.

After a couple of minutes, you'd fallen asleep too. Kai looked down to see a sight he'd never imagined, and yet was now fond of- his kids sleeping peacefully on his chest, and you napping just as contently with your head on his arm, face close to his.

He admired your features, memorising them to heart. Leaning down slightly, he kissed your temple softly.

Perhaps he should play with his kids more often if he got to have you in his arms like this after. Willingly.

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corpseblouse · 3 years

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omg i love ur stuff already can u do headcanons for bakugou, shiggy, and hawks for degradation and size kink w a short reader? tysm!! <3

size kink

warnings: size kink, degradation, dacryphilia, squirting, overstim., daddy kink, cunt slapping

includes: katsuki bakugou, tomura shigaraki, keigo takami (hawks)

a/n: ajsudhddk this is my first ask and i’m so excited for you to read this!! and thank you so much :)) i’m really glad you’re enjoying my work!!

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katsuki bakugou

∴ loves to tease you about how small you are, he’s the type of person to compare hand sizes (which riles him up for some reason)

∴ loves to see you ride him, so he can properly watch his cock stretch your wet little cunny

∴ he uses degradation just to feel you get even tighter around him, because he knows you love the pain

∴ although you’re on top, he will still buck his hips up into you just to pound your little cervix <3

you mewl out, hands reaching down to grab bakugou’s hands as you feel the head of his cock intruding your tight little hole. the difference in hand sizes has bokugou’s cock painfully twitching, craving to be inside of you. he’s laying beneath you, smirking while staring at where the two of you meet.

“come on slut, take my cock deeper.” he grunts out, craving the feeling of your wet spasming cunt around his length. you lightly huff, bracing yourself for the rest of his seemingly never ending cock.

once you reach the hilt, you stall softly rolling your hips trying to get used to his impressive length. “look at my little slut, grinding her wet cunt down on my cock... such a dirty girl, huh?” he teases, snapping his hips up towards yours.

you tighten around his cock feeling every vein and groove, making your already sensitive walls flutter around him. you almost feel like you’re going to pass out from how much he’s filling you, it’s overwhelming.

“poor little thing, cant even bounce on my cock correctly. let me help you with that.” bakugou plants his feet flat onto the bed, and starts pounding into your dripping cunt. your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling the tip of his cock continuously nudge your cervix; it’s a feeling you can’t get enough of.

the pain of being stretched out mixed with the pleasure of being fucked dumb on bakugou’s cock is what brings you to your nearing high. you cream around his cock, tightening painfully around him.

your orgasm is what triggers bakugou’s, your little cunny milking him for everything he has.

tomura shigaraki

∴ the size difference between the two of you is pretty noticeable. the way shigaraki’s hand devours your own and the way his feet are almost twice as big as yours!!

∴ shigaraki loves to use your small size to his advantage, which is why he doesn’t prep you

∴ he loves when you’re in pain, he loves being mean to you, laughing in your face as you cry, and just practically folding you in half while pounding into your cunt <3

∴ he prefers being on top, just so he can take charge and do what he wants

“you’re going to be a good little girl and take my cock, okay?” shigaraki says, folding your legs onto your chest painfully pressing down.

you’ve already cum three times tonight, once from his fingers, and twice from his talented mouth; needless to say, you were absolutely spent. your little cunny was spasming around nothing, your clit was puffy and swollen, and your thighs trembling under his touch.

“please... i cant take anymore.” you whine out, hoping he’ll take some mercy on you. shigaraki releases one of your legs, and his hand slaps down onto your engorged clit. you squeal, trying to force your thighs to close but the grip he has on your other thigh is way too strong.

“are you saying you can’t take my cock, baby?” he pouts, slapping his hand back down onto your entire cunt this time. you feel you tight hole clenching, and the coil in your stomach tightening, you needed just a little bit more and you would be cumming. his large hand was able to cover the entirety of your cunt, making his cock throb even more.

“well, too fucking bad whore.” shigaraki seethes, slapping your cunt once again. this time, you feel yourself cumming. shigaraki watched as your juices flowed out of you, your clit was visibly throbbing and tears were streaming down your face from the overstimulation.

instead of letting you come down from your high, shigaraki pushes his cock into you. you feel the breath getting knocked out of your lungs as his cock pushes past your tight rings and presses against your womb. he grabs onto your other leg, pressing it back against your chest. he starts with a ruthless pace, chasing his own high and not caring about whether or not you were cumming.

it didn’t take long for your high to build again, but this time it felt much different. you let yourself release, clenching your eyes shut and arching your back off of the bed. you suddenly feel shigaraki pull his cock out and furiously start rubbing at your sore clit. your eyes snap open, seeing a white liquid coming out of you and shigaraki’s eyes glued to your cunt.

the high was intense, it left your ears ringing and vision blurred. you finally felt yourself coming down from it and relaxing down into the bed. you suddenly feel a warm substance on your stomach and open your eyes to see shigaraki pumping his cock, and cumming on you.

“fuck, that was hot.”

keigo takami

∴ i think he’s more of a soft dom. he’ll have you crying and whining while softly degrading you.

∴ doesn’t think much about the size difference between the two of you, but knows that it’s something you admire (and enjoy) so he takes note of that.

∴ he loves to see you cry for and on his cock, he thinks you look so pretty while doing it :(

∴ he likes to take you from behind because he knows he can hit deeper and get you even more whiny

hawks is pounding his cock into your cunt, using your hips as leverage. your eyes roll to the back of your head feeling his cock get deeper and deeper with each rough thrust.

“come on puppy, tell me who’s pounding your slutty little cunny,” hawks teases, trying to make sense of your babbling nonsense.

“y-you daddy, you’re fucking me so good daddy..” you draw out, feeling him angling his hips and hitting at your g-spot over and over again. you whine pressing your blushing face into the bed sheets, trying to hide your fucked out face.

“aww.. is my little baby shy? come on, look at daddy.” hawks condescendingly says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and forcing eye contact. your eyes are glossed over, a dazed look on your face. you were feeling absolutely euphoric getting fucked out on his cock, and he knew it by the way your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head.

“such a dumb little slut, cant even keep eye contact... poor little thing.” the faux sympathy in his voice makes your cunt clench even harder onto his thick cock. “fuck, i can barely even thrust into your cunt and your clenching even tighter?” hawks’ thrusts stutter a bit, knowing you’re about to orgasm.

“come on whore, cum on daddy’s cock. i know you can do it, pup.” hawks draws out longer thrusts, knowing you loved it when you were able to fully feel his length inside of you. your thighs threaten to shut, scalp faintly stinging from the grip he still has in your hair.

“daddy!” you yell out, cumming around his length and feeling the grip leave your hair. your face falls onto the bed, thighs still quivering and cunt fluttering around his throbbing cock. hawks still keeps at his hard thrusts, trying to reach his own high.

“come on baby, let me feel you squeeze around me one more time. i know you can do it, puppy. just squeeze daddy’s cock, just like that slut.” his hips start stuttering, and curses leave his mouth as he pumps his load inside of you. spurt after spurt leaves the head of his cock, and into your hole.

he slips his cock out of you and falls onto the bed next to you. he grabs your waist, and lays your head on his chest.

“you did a good job, baby.”

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bakubunny · 5 months

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sub/switch shigaraki thoughts. mostly a shitpost.

mention of eraserdust ship, mommy/daddy kink, f!reader

it’s gonna take shigaraki a while to get there, but i definitely see him as the type to use kink as a way of processing and healing from trauma. (in a healthy, safe dynamic with consent, there’s nothing wrong with that.)

babyboy has so much hurt and fucked up shit in his head, and he needs the loving guidance he never got as a kid before or after his family died. call me crazy, but this is (not so) secretly the reason why i’m not inherently opposed to the eraser(mic)dust ship.

i see shiggy as someone who would rather die than admit it, but he’s got a mommy/daddy kink. like a massive one. he talks big game and wants to be in control and can be dominant, but deep down, he’s a scared little boy who wants to be loved and cared for. he just doesn’t understand why. he’d absolutely hate being treated softly because it makes him feel things, but it’s what he needs. desperately.

last bit of brainrot: i’m lowkey daydreaming abt eraserdust x switch!reader. bc it just fits all the shit i just spewed. daddy!aizawa, mommy/sub!reader, sub!shiggy who finally gets the love he was deprived as he relearns how to exist.

ugh it just hits so hard. 🫠 i wanna baby him and let him snuggle into me but also… y’all know the rest we’ve been over it before.

#don’t take this too seriously #ignore me pls #this might get deleted #shitpost #bunny rambles #bakubunny #shigaraki tomura #aizawa shouta #eraserdust #eraserdust x reader #bnha x reader #smut hcs #f!reader #tw daddy kink #tw mommy kink

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shigarakis-cumdump · 2 years

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Made you cry

Summary: Shigaraki didn’t have much time as of lately to take care of his precious baby, which he felt horrible for. But when he comes home to you sobbing, his instincts take full effect.

Cw: fully sfw, soft shiggy, littlespace reader

Word Count: 808

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Shigaraki never had much time for you, and he felt horrible about it. He had only a few hours out of the week as of lately to spend time and take care of you. You understood, of course, but you still missed your daddy. You hadn’t regressed in a while for this reason, and that caused you to become rather emotional.

“I know, baby, I know you’re upset, but I promise Dabi wasn’t mad at you, he’s just like that, you know this.”

“I-I-I- I know b-but he raised his voice at meee!” You choked through hiccups. Shigaraki swore next time he spoke to Dabi he would leave with a few new scars. But more importantly, his baby was crying, and he needed to do something about it.

“Honey, look at me.” You look him in the eyes and he nearly breaks down with you. It breaks his heart to see his precious baby upset. “Deep breath with me, okay?” He slowly inhaled and you tried copying him, breath getting caught in your throat as you let out another weep. “Come here baby, it’s okay.” Shigaraki shushes you and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your shaking figure. “I’m here to take care of you, you’re gunna be alright, sweetheart, promise.” He mumbles into your ear, rocking you back and forth while you calm down.

It takes a while, but your crying has subsided to occasional frowns and sighs. Shigaraki put on your favorite cartoon a while ago, which is helping to distract you from why you were crying. Shigaraki is still cuddling you as you entertain yourself with the media, occasionally looking over to him for a kiss, which he always provides.

“Let me go get you some water, okay angel?” He patted your head, but you grabbed his sleeve, tugging it to your chest.

“No, I don’t want you to leave..” You mumble. He chuckles, flashing you a tender smile.

“Well my baby needs water, so up you go then!” He says before swooping you up and swinging you on his back. You giggle, latching onto him as he starts heading out into the main area to grab you a drink. When he opens the door, the first thing your eyes scan to is Dabi sitting on the couch. Your eyes fill up with tears as you hide your face in Shigaraki’s neck. He notices why you’re doing so, and mouths to Dabi, ‘apologize.’ Dabi scoffs at him, rolling his eyes as he looks to you on his boss’s back. He can faintly see how puffy and red your eyes are from crying, and he can’t lie when he says he feels a little bad, but Dabi still thought you were being overdramatic.

With a deep sigh, Dabi announces, “Sorry for makin’ you cry, brat.” You tense up at the name, turning your head to look at him. Shigaraki lets you off his back as he goes behind the bar to look for water. You fidget with the hem of your dress, eyes fixated on the ground. You try your best not to cry again, not wanting to upset either of them, but fresh tears prick your eyes.

“Come here.” Dabi commands. You flinch, looking over to your daddy for approval. He cocks his in Dabi’s direction, giving you a gentle nod. You trot your way over and Dabi pats the couch beside him. Hesitantly, you sit down and look at him.

“I never meant to make you cry, kid. How ‘bout next time I go out I bring back some candy for ya?” He touches your shoulder, shaking you a bit to get an answer out.

“Mm kay..” You whisper, shy around him since he’s never really seen you regressed.

Dabi pulls you toward him and wraps his arms around you for a hug, something you didn’t know he was capable of giving. He was warm, a lot warmer than your daddy, almost too warm, but the heat soothed your hurting heart by his previous words.

“You feel better, baby?” Shigaraki says from behind with a bottle of water in hand.

“Yeah,” you mumble out from underneath Dabi’s big arm, wrestling him to try and free yourself. Shigaraki smiles down at you despite you not being able to see, but then looks at Dabi and his gaze is worse than anything he’d ever seen his boss do. Dabi swallows and puts on an unreadable face, but he knew he fucked up. Dabi lets you go and you jump up, thanking your daddy for the water before running back to your shared room.

“Make her cry like that again, and you won’t be alive to apologize to her.” Shigaraki warns with a hand on Dabi’s arm, pinky scarily close to coming down.

“Sure thing, boss,” he replies, “What kinda candy does she like?”

#shigaraki tomura #soft shiggy #cw: littlespcae #littlespace reader #sfw smolspace #shigaraki drabbles #shigaraki #mean dabi #age regressed #crying reader

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sugarakis-p2 · 2 years

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Big Shiggy Daddy Ch 9

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

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

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

Ch. 8<previous

Chapter 9

You are squeezing the girl too tight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" You asked, surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom, you have to jump over them!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daddy!" Chouka threw herself at him weeping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What? By how much?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mine," he snarls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the hell happened?" He mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that about?" Spinner asked.

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

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

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

Chapter 10: The train

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