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kind of following Sonic's birthday, none of these boys are normal lol
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He waits for you to come back….
Based on this post,
Yatsunagi…. Ouch…

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I read some of your writings and i love them a lot !!
39 & 47 for shigaraki???? 👀
₊˚ପ⊹ “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Now take the consequences.”
You had no business chasing villains. But you couldn’t help it, something about them always called to you. And Shigaraki? He was the one you dreamed about with your hand between your thighs. Red eyes, rough voice, the way he moved like the world owed him something and he’d rather decay it all than ask nicely.
So you flirted. You left a trail. A paper trail, a digital one. You posted fan theories, breakdowns of his kills, grainy photos zoomed in on his jawline. You wrote blog posts like confessions. Obsession disguised as research. Until one night, you came home, turned on the light and he was there. On your bed. Like he belonged. You froze.
“Cute little room,” Shigaraki rasped, tilting his head as his blood-red eyes scanned the photos pinned on your walls—crime scenes, blurry images of him mid-attack, newspaper clippings. “So this is where you fantasize about me.”
You couldn’t breathe, “Wh-why are you—?”
He stood slowly, walking toward you with lazy confidence, like a cat toying with its food. His voice was lower now, dangerous.
“You wanted my attention, didn’t you?” He grabbed your chin, tilting your face up, his four fingers calloused and cruel. “Now take the consequences.”
And you should’ve screamed, should’ve run, but the heat between your legs betrayed you. You whimpered.
“Ohh,” he smirked, licking his teeth. “So you do get wet for freaks.”
He shoved you back against the door, grinding his hips against yours. You could feel how hard he was already, thick through his pants, unforgiving.
“Thought about this?” he murmured, biting your ear. “Thought about me fucking you like a ragdoll? Ruining you until you cry?”
“Yes,” you gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
He growled, violently yanking your clothes aside. His hands were everywhere possessive and hungry. There was no prep. Only him, thick and mean, shoving inside you in one brutal thrust that made you choke on a cry. Your nails clawed at his jacket as he fucked you hard against the door, like you were a toy he could break apart and reassemble however he wanted.
“Fucking knew you’d take it,” he spat, panting. “Obsessed little slut. Bet you came thinking about this exact moment.”
You did and now it was real. You came screaming, legs trembling, mind blank with pleasure and shame and everything you ever wanted. Afterward he leaned down and pressed a mockingly gentle kiss to your throat.
“You get to live,” he muttered. “For now. But keep obsessing, baby.” He smirked as he pulled back, eyes gleaming. “You’re mine now.”
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The things I'd do to this man if I got my hands on him... God...






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AUGGHDHSHSIENR
Decided to also share an old drawing of mine
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Tomura Shigaraki being massively suspicious of seemingly ordinary things:
"Picking up some takeout for us on the way home from work."
Tomura narrows his eyes, dropping the controller to his lap. "From where?"
You walk in on him staring distrustfully at something in the refrigerator.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah." He walks away without another word.
After taking a shower, you join Tomura on the couch. He turns to you, sniffs your shoulder once, then purses his lips and squints at you. He then turns back to what he was watching, without elaboration.
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Somewhere, in another lifetime, in another universe, Shigaraki is alive and I’m sucking his dick
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YESSSSS OMLLL 😍😍
sometimes i get jumpscared by my pinterest like awww cute fanart AND HELLOOOO SAILOR SHIRTLESS SHIGARAKI AWOOOOGAAAAA 👅👅👅👅
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