My "realistic" (totally Not Biased) Shigaraki HC's

How does Shiggy react to a darling who developed Stockholm Syndrome?

BNHA ! IMAGINE

Shigaraki Tomura x darling

WC: 1.5k

TW: NSFW, captive darling, Stockholm Syndrome, ish benevolent sexism

You kissed him a little while back.

It was strange, as though you’d forgotten yourself – lost yourself in the heat of the moment. But no, it had been deliberate and long-lasting – earnest and needy even. And had rendered him both speechless and in a panic.

He’d entered the room in a rigid mood and woken you up with a bite to your ass. Pulling your thighs snugly around him with his cock already swole between them – tugging your panties down your thighs while you were still rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a yawn. 

You’d learned rather quickly never to fight him. He’d punish you with bitemarks and no food, and ultimately you grew too weak to reject him anyway. So your casual acceptance wasn’t anything new where you patiently awaited getting fucked – lying on your back while looking down at his fat member disappearing inside you with only a tiny moan slipping free from your lips.

You took him obediently as you’d done for a while – without protest. The only difference occurred after he’d twisted the two of you around so you could straddle and ride him. You’d pressed your naked breasts into his chest and taken his face in your hands – gently as you rolled your hips without guidance – and then, right before the kiss, you’d said, so very softly, “I missed you today… it’s boring here without you~” 

Your voice was sultry, kissing him tender yet deeply – pouring sweet moans into his mouth while your hands tangled in his hair. 

You’d traveled to his neck after, and he came as soon as your tongue licked the scars found there – digging his fingers into the plush of your hips, keeping you seated as he spluttered all his worth inside you.

He’d been in such a state of post-shock that he’d rushed out just after. Leaving you.

Kurogiri had pointed out his blush while he sat at the bar, mulling it over with a bottle of brown in his grip. He shuddered, recurring the feeling – your pillowy wet lips on his, those words leaving your tongue, your hands playing with his hair, pulling him close. His chest felt tight, just as tight as the furrow between his brows.

Dabi sat down a couple of stools away sometime later in the night. Often, Shigaraki would abstain from engaging in conversation with the guy, but really, at least in this case, he was the best choice of any to ask for input. After all, they weren’t all that different. Actually, when it came to basics, they were both pretty similar – same-aged, ugly, and ridden with family issues from scars to fractured memories.

Dabi gave him a dumb look, his brow raised as though to ask what he was staring at after noticing his side-eye.

“You still have the same girl?” He jumped straight to it.

Dabi’s dumb expression turned dumber. Confused, maybe not so much by the question itself but by why the boss was even talking to him. But most emotions are like matches for Dabi, and they burn out before they’re able to light any fires. Soon, the usual sense of disinterest washed over him, and his face eased up into that chronic jaded look. 

Shigaraki nearly lost patience, reminded once again why he couldn’t stand the guy – rude as ever and so slow it made his skin itch. But then he gave his answer, “Yeah, I still have her.”

“She difficult?” Shigaraki followed up.

And Dabi took his time once again, hauling out the seconds before offering his answer in a drawl. “No, Stockholm Syndrome kicked in quickly.”

Shigaraki let it settle - Stockholm Syndrome – before looking back at his drink and repeating the thought once again. Stockholm Syndrome.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” He mumbled then.

Dabi sighed, taking a swig of his beer. It was already the third one, but he’d only been sitting there for about half an hour. “Not really…” He disagreed. “Most girls are better survivors.”

It was Shigaraki’s turn to look dumb, looking puzzled as he stared down the barrel to his bottle – in wait of an explanation – almost as though he was under the impression it was the drink who was speaking and not the patch-faced raven-head sitting beside him.

“They learn quickly to accept what will keep them safe, and then, they find solace in whatever they can to maintain their mental health as well…” Said raven-haired guy continued – then he scoffed. “Boys fight until they break. Leaving them a shell of what they once were. But girls don’t have the same pride.”

He swirled his bottle, stove-top blue eyes lazy, looking at the last of his drink storm with waves inside the green glass.

“They leave themselves behind and become someone new.” He offered a dry chuckle, and Shigaraki spotted the unsightly way his staples only barely held the split of his smile together. “It’s actually kind of scary.” He finished before downing the last gulp, setting the bottle down with a bang.

He swung off his stool, shoving his hands down his pockets, and walked away – his back turned.

“If I were you, I’d embrace it, boss. Despite what we try to believe, that shit feels best when it’s given willingly.”

Shigaraki sat there a moment longer. Long enough to get cut off by Kurogiri, who told him drinking anymore would be a bad idea.

When he got back to the room, you were sleeping again.

He stood and stared at you for a moment. 

Was this a game you were playing? Was it a joke?

You’d pulled on one of his hoodies. And upon a closer look, you hadn’t showered either… 

Strange of you to leave his cum inside you... 

But thinking back about it, you hadn’t been so distant with him for a while already. You’d been trivial – conversational – even chirpy, if he could call it that.

Was it like Dabi said? Had you reached your breaking point for loneliness, leaving him to be your only resource? Or had you accepted the circumstances and willed yourself to play along? 

He didn’t know, but the doubt stormed an upset in his mind as he lifted the covers and laid down next to you. But despite the exhaustion, the lure of sleep still wasn’t enough to make him close his eyes – he was stuck staring at you, mapping out all those qualities that make up your pretty face.

So deep in his studies, he nearly flinched when your eyes fluttered open.

A small smile graced your lips soon after. “You’re back…” You murmured, eyes softly blinking at him before you scooched closer – shimmying yourself over to him until you were all the way up against his chest, nuzzling your head against his collar with sleepy sounds of comfort. Resting there for a blissful moment before purring out a sweet “Good night~”

But he couldn’t sleep that night. Too busy listening to your soft snores – feeling the clingy way you clutched his cotton T-shirt.

He couldn’t bring himself to touch you either. For a long while – it was as though he was… scared almost. Freaked out by your doting – that way you’d hug him when he entered through the door – placing kisses on places he wasn’t used to – his cheek, his forehead, his neck, his knuckles. 

Grabbing his sleeve. “Don’t go, Tomura…” You said once when he had his hand on the doorknob and the key halfway twisted in the lock. “Please… don’t leave.”

His throat went tight. It had been like that for a while – ever since that first kiss, actually, he’d been unable to talk to you – unsure what to say.

But you hadn’t the same issue.

“You haven't touched me in a while…” You continued, taking his hand away from the doorknob in both yours, playing with his fingers – bringing it up to your face – you cuddled it like he’d not threatened you with his touch many many many times before. “Are you bored with me?” You asked instead of the obvious, keeping him at a loss for words. “Or… have I scared you away?”

You? Scared him?

Your lips brushed his fingers as one of your hands made a slow descent – making him jerk with a gasp as it went straight to cup his groin – tender yet firm, giving it a squeeze.

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay?” You said coyly, eyes doe-like but kittenish all the same, with a pouty and small smirk playing on your lips before you bit into them – brows cinching, giving him a flirty pleading expression. “Please, Tomura?” You said his name as though it didn’t belong to him. “It gets so lonely here…” You kissed his palm. “Won’t you give me a proper goodbye, at least?”

tip-jar: Kofi

➳ tomura shigaraki x female! reader

╰┈➤ word count; 1423

╰┈➤ drabble; dubious consent, season one shigaraki (not buff lol), cervix fucking, rough sex, dacryphilia kink, creampie, unprotected sex, manhandling, yn has an immune quirk.

shigaraki has your hands pressed to the small of your back.

where your skin is warm, his is so cold.

his quirk does not turn you to dust. no! you are different from all the others. you are special.

maybe too special for your own good because that is the reason you wound up here.

he is panting, sweat lined along his hairline. you are crying so much but he cannot help that it only makes him fuck you harder.

he does not have one bit of restraint.

he does not like that you seem so miserable, he swears he is doing this out of love. he wants to make you feel good. really! he just gets a little rough.

he just gets so caught up in how tight your cunt is, how wet you are, how your gooey walls clamp down on him.

he pounds into your leaking slit until he is bruising you. he does not prep you despite the agonising stretch he subjects your pussy to.

shigaraki is sorry, truly he is!

he hunches over you, his bony chest meeting your back. his balls are squished between your bodies as he presses on the small of your back and ruts into you. it is borderline painful.

he puffs heated breaths, "don't cry s'much." he slurs. he leans down to cover your swollen lips in a messy kiss. he licks into your drool filled mouth, silencing your sobs and a few kisses are all it takes to have you fawning for him again.

you take any and every thing that he is willing to give you.

"don't like it like this." you whine when he pulls away, the strand of saliva sticking to your chin as you mush your face to the sheets.

you say that yet you are pushing your ass back on him. you say that but your cunt is tightly gripping his cock like you need it to survive.

he sneers, nails digging into your flesh, the jagged edges nicking the skin. his cock slips out halfway, covered in slick, so much that it drips between your thighs.

everything is sticky and your eyes squeeze at the feeling. he shoves back in roughly making you jolt.

"but your pussy likes it. your little cunt likes being filled with cock, she's soaking for it." your fingers flex under his hold, you can feel his eyes burning into you, can feel his body against your skin, you wish you could hide.

you cannot at all, not when he is pressing down on your back and has you at his whim. has you in a position where he can fuck you as hard and fast as he wants.

"i want to see your face." you brokenly speak, his spit slick tongue comes out to lave over your cheek, licking up your tears as he pounds his cock into you.

"you are so fucking spoilt." shigaraki's gravelly voice fills you ear, his free hand slips under you, rolling your stilted bundle of nerves.

the pert of his nipples grazes on your back with every sharp movement that has his cock prodding at your cervix. has it dipping deep in your slurping cunt and stretching your hole until it fits perfectly around him.

"fuckkk." he drawls, your body is so soft, so comfortable. you whine, your ass pushing more into him, your body moving with his thrusts. he is putting all his weight onto you, forcing you into the bed completely.

his hand squeezing your neck so tightly you gasp. his jaw hangs, spit trailing down the side of his mouth as his eyes roll back. he is not focused on you, he is focused on how good your slick cunt feels.

how your insides seem to suck him in and grip his cock. it feels like you are milking him dry, like you are squeezing his release out of him and into your pussy.

shigaraki's movements grow sloppy, his strokes are no longer full. his body shakes, humping you shallowly but somehow it hits every spot inside of you.

he is fucking into you with desperation, loud paps and squelches fill the room as your cunt tugs him in.

the swollen walls of your warm insides make it difficult for him to function. he feels like he is short circuiting.

"shouldn't feel this good!" he whimpers. you turn him into a mindless freak who only cares about sticking his cock in your warm, soaking hole.

he hates that you have that power over him.

your ass feels bruised at this point, his pelvic bones colliding with your skin so often you wince.

he is forceful and uncaring, vigorously fucking you with everything in him and his hips stutter before he is releasing heavy drops of his load into you.

you grit your teeth, not able to move with how he forces you down onto the sheets. his hips rock, head leaning back and his lips parted.

it is so hot and thick, it feels like your stomach is bulging from the amount. he is still humping you whilst his cock spurts streams of his load along your walls.

the milky cream coating your cunt and leaking its way into your puckered cervix. he collapses onto your back, your clit rubbed raw although you have not came once.

shigaraki pants, still grinding into the swell of your ass to fuck his seed back into you. the excess spews past the perimeter of his length, making your cunt messier.

he covers you, using all of his weight to keep you pinned to the mattress and only focused on him.

despite your squirming, he is unmoved.

"stop your fucking whining." he pinches your nipple. "your pussy feels good." he says it like it is the most renowned compliment in the world. like it does not reduce you to one thing alone. he nuzzles your cheek like he was not awful just a moment before.

you eyes are still teary, "nothing else?" you mumble. he shakes his head but it is only to get you angry. to see your lips tremble and tears fill your eyes. to see how hard you try not to cry but fail.

he knows you want to move but you cannot in this position.

not when he has you trapped beneath him, your cunt filled to the brim with his cock and his cum.

"get off!" shigaraki does not like when you talk to him like that. his teeth nip at your throat.

"be nice to me." he rasps. you want to but when has he ever been nice to you?

you can still feel his cum dripping inside you while his heavy body is flushed to you. you can barely breathe when he has you secured under him by lean muscle.

you are not sure how long he keeps you in the puddle of his semen before he pulls out.

his cock bobs between your legs as he sits up, you are wincing at the feeling. the slick mess of his cum leaks out of you.

you feel dirty.

he does not bother asking, his rough fingers tug you to face him but you slump further into the sheets.

you hear him huff at your resistance and then he is forcing you unto your back.

he hovers over you, thick strands of hair hanging down and framing his features.

"i thought you wanted to see my face." you did. you wanted to more than anything else. in a way you like to pretend that he is yours as much as he says you are his.

your eyes trail over his pretty red eyes and his blushed skin. his swollen lips and his sunken cheeks. you want him closer.

he should be the last person you find comforting but you cannot help that you do.

your hand strokes his aching cock, thumb massaging the prominent vein on the underside.

he lurches forward his stiffening erection meeting your slit. you mutely cry as he shoves it inside all at once.

he groans lowly, rocking his hips before his lips meet yours. he sloppily kisses you as he fucks his cum back inside of your cunt.

your hands greedily find purchase in his skin, trying to convince yourself that you mean something to him.

he takes and takes with no consideration. perhaps this is your purpose. to give without a care.

to give shigaraki every bit of you.

it only made sense for someone with a quirk like yours.

i rly rly want to write a daddy kink drabble/fic 😣

friends please do this picrew with me

just gonna tag a bunch of folks is this how starting a tag game works 🤔

@sunkingwrites @aquadenks @strawberrystepmom @tired-biscuit @medusashima @opportunity-strikes and also anyone who wants to!

also also you don't have to i am just procrastinating on writing a report

hi heinous 🖤 i'd love to know your filthy thoughts about shigaraki and his kinks/fetishes 🤭 i have thoughts of my own (ahem,, piss kink) but i'd love to know what YOU think 🥰 alr i'm getting shy TOODLES

Hey you. Yeah you. Don’t get all shy now!~

Ahaaaa, Shiggy kinks. You ask the wrong person because I’m going to give some of the most obscure/disgusting answers.

But you did come lookin’ for me~

Piss

Oh my god, it’s clear as day how fucking disgusting this man’s piss is. With zero regard for his dietary needs when he’s still in his gamer-boy era, his piss is likely rancid. Not that he’s ever had the chance to get with anyone consensually, but he’s a quick study when he comes to watching such a demeaning act be performed on his weird kink sites.

The day he does manage to fucking do it, he’s absolutely giddy and making the most obnoxiously cute chuckles about it, which his poor victim date interprets as creepy. It takes him a minute to not be hard as fuck during this, standing over them and making sure he can hook his fingers into their unwilling mouth before pissing his heart out.

Fantasy fulfilled.

Ryona / Whumping

Kinda obscure. Lemme explain: Y’know what a sick fuck like Shigaraki does in his free time Besides sit in front of the computer and play LOL? It’s watch compilations of heroes in tatters.

Clothes ripping, bruises and upper cuts to the face. He’s obviously got no incentive to cheer them on, but my god does it just get him keening to watch some pretty hero be put in their place!~

But the fight clips from YouTube won’t do it for him — oh no, soon enough he’s gotten himself into a filthy rabbit hole where he’s compiling, buying, and selling the depraved medium from the darkest corners of the internet, all so he can watch and partake in kidnapping livestreams of his favorite heroes.

They’re Spat on, stepped on, kicked, and punted till they whimper like animals. Put that in tandem with yanking a cute, femme hero by her hair and ripping away her mask, and he’s busting into his hand shortly after. Yes. the revelation of their identity being exposed, their cries of humiliation through the stuffy speakers, the last of their dignity lost.

When he’s finally in his prime, beefed up and killing heroes, he just can’t help himself from fulfilling another depraved fantasy when he sees a poor, disarmed hero cradling themselves in a corner. Not safe from Tomura Shigaraki.

Worship

Tomura cares little for the affirmation of those he wanted to destroy, conquering and destroying anything that gets in his way. But the absolute last thing he ever imagined was being treated like a king, heralded as the symbol of fear.

Obviously, he’s gonna have fans. Groupies. And worse, willing playthings who’d go above and beyond to kiss the feet and hands of their beloved leader — a beautiful, hatred-riddled god.

He sits poised on a stone throne, boredom evident on his face when he’s approached time and time again by the swarms of adoring followers. They peel back his layers, adorning him in fleurs and delicate dainty trinkets — a complete juxtapose to his chapped demeanor.

The kneeling, the cultic mannerisms… the begging to be used and abused, having women, men and anyone in between plead for him to grace then with helpings his rich cum — breed them. The way his groveling followers do the most humiliating things for him, whatever he asks. Anything.

He eats that shit up, and it gets him living out that power fantasy he’d always wanted.

“So this is what winning a war feels like?”

“Tomura, your royal penis is clean—“

He always did value loyalty and chivalry.

SWEET

This is my copium. Bite me.

Its just ice cream.

Shigaraki looks at you like a wet kitten. He isn't sure why he's acting like this is the strangest thing to ever happen to him. You offered him a bite of your ice cream that you happily scarfed down laying in his lap while he idly farmed away in Breath of the Wild.

He looks at the spoon, then at you. When you offer him a puzzled expression and ask if he doesnt like the flavor he doesn't exactly know what to say. Does he like the flavor? Is he expecting you to share spoons? Why do you eat ice cream with a big spoon? The small spoon is superior...

"I've never had ice cream before." he realizes he's speaking now. He wasn't supposed to say that out loud, it was supposed to be a quiet realization to himself that he had never had something like that before.

You make a face at that, and he knows its not a good face. You're upset with him? He's still not good at understanding your feelings and all of the faces you make, but he's trying. Even so, he can't understand what he's done to make you upset with him. But as if reading his mind, you simply say "thats so sad... I hate your sensei."

Oh. You aren't upset with him. You're upset because master never let him indulge in sweet treats. He wants to argue that he's never deserved them before, but recently you've been making him feel like he's worth it, and like he's not a dangerous return investment. You make him feel wanted, and as if hes the only one in the world worthy of your gaze, and you make him question everything he's ever known.

So cautiously, he opens his mouth and takes a small bite from your spoon. It tastes like... orange and vanilla... Its so cold. But the smile you give him when you see him eat it makes him feel so warm he doesn't even realize hes opening his mouth for you to give him another spoonful, and another after that.

Shigaraki gets his first brainfreeze after trying to eat the whole pint in one go. Your laugh makes it all worth it though, and he realizes he loves orange and vanilla. He realizes he loves this moment with you, its soft and quiet. The only sounds being satisfied hums and background music from Breath of the Wild. Its a domesticity he hasn't ever had in his life and he never wants to let it go, he wants to feel this peace with you again and again. He wants to taste all the ice cream and all the sweet treats he was never able to indulge in before.

But for now, he simply kisses your cold, soft lips. Because you're still sweeter than anything Sensei could've possibly tried to keep from him.

Sanctuary of Nightmares PT 5

Platonic SB x Child Reader

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A/n: I meant to get this chapter out a little bit sooner but I've been having a really shitty day so I didn't have the time. But I have it out now so enjoy!

Sun was using every bit of his energy to keep the young boy distracted. He didn't let the boy stray out of arms reach in fear that he'd get too loud and gain attention from the others. And he'd been doing a great job too! He had everything going as smoothly as it could.

Until that voice came back...

See, Sun's job after hours was to clean up messes left behind by the kids in his care. It was a line of programming that was constantly there but was ramped up during the night to ensure the play area would be spotless by the time children got here. Usually he managed to keep thr place spotless as the kids played so that overwelming feeling during the nightime hours didn't effect him as much.

During this time he likened a mess to the feeling of dread, at least that's how the workers described it to him. Similar to the kind of feeling a child gets when they've done something incredibly bad. A sinking feeling that he'd get in trouble or that he'd be outright decommissioned if everything wasn't spotless. This, of course, wasn't the case. Though no amount of convincing could change purposefully made programming.

It was while he held the boy in his hands, attempting to place him down, that an echo screamed through his head.

"PUT THAT DOWN! IT'S DANGEROUS"

The scream greatly startled Sun, his mind overtaken by the sound. He dropped the boy before looking around as if he'd find the source of the voice manifested somewhere else. What happened instead was a clumsy fall as he tripped over a stack of toys, knocking them and him down in a loud fall. When he looked up and noticed the mess he felt that dreadful feeling sink in.

"Oh no. Oh no no no no no no NO! I-I've made a mess!" He yelled before quickly throwing himself at the toys, hastily trying to fix them.

The clanging of toys followed by his panicked yell had quickly awoken you. You had learned to be a rather light sleeper, ready to spring up at a moment's notice, just in case you had to run or hide. It was practically second nature at this point.

For a moment you panicked, not recognizing your surroundings. That didn't last long though as you soon recalled the day's events and remembered where you were. What caught your attention next was the lack of any nearby presence. Neither the animatronics you'd previously were here nor was anyone else for that matter. Blinking your tired eyes open, you wearily looked around before your mind fell onto a noise from outside. It sounded like Sun's voice but in your groggy state you couldn't quite make it voice out.

Hoping to see where he'd gone you silently ascended the stairs, not looking to draw any attention to yourself. You made it to the podium you'd seen briefly before. It allowed for a full look around the playroom, though your eyes quickly fell on an unfamiliar presence.

Is that a kid?

You couldn't make out much from here, the distance too great to fully see any features. Though they seemed to be quickly making their way to the security desk, as if on a mission. You couldn't quite focus more on the kid as Sun's voice caught your ear, the familiar sound immediately pulling your attention.

"I-I have glitter glue! Googly eyes?" He inquired in the kids direction as he attempted to quickly make his way over to the child, almost running to them. He didn't make it far though as he tripped over another pile of toys, falling on his face and in doing so losing his faceplate. He quickly grabbed it, shoving it back on before turning around to the toys he just tripped over as he quickly tried to pick them up. He had to keep one hand on his face to keep it in place, his other hand struggling to quickly pick up the mess.

Sun was in an absolute panic.

Everything was piling up. The day's events with you and your painful silence, his loud echos of Moon, his inability to keep himself together in both sense of the phrase, his panic to keep you staying here a secret, these knocked over toys, this little boy who was so incredibly close to the light switch-

All of it, all of it ran through his mind. His systems were nearly overloaded by stress as he desperately tried to get the small boy to listen.

If he was capable of crying right now, he would.

You easily noticed this. You intuitively knew what each small fidget and movement meant. He didn't need a face to show it. It was in the slight shake of his hands, the tightness of his grip, the way in which his body slumped over his objective. You grew a deeply concerned look, the behavior so strange now that you saw it genuinely expressed in another.

You'd seen anger, apathy, and a sweet sugar coat of happiness when in public, but you never saw sadness in others. You'd never known others to feel devastation or concern, you'd never seen panic or fear or pain on anyone else. Those emotions had always been saved for you, a tool often used against you. They were emotions that made you feel useless, broken. As if you were the only one who knew what those emotions were, the only one to know the loneliness of the pain those emotions brought.

Yet you saw it in him. You saw him doing the thing you'd never known others to do. You saw him holding it back, pushing it away, desperately trying to hide it from the world because it already hurts so much that feeling anything else might just make you break-

Suddenly the room went dark. A simple second was all it took.

Sun didn't move from his spot on the floor. His hand instead silently falling from his face, letting the metal piece hit the floor. He didn't bother to fight it, he was too stressed to even think about the consequences anymore.

When Moon slowly clicked back to life he was overtaken by emotion. He'd been able to feel Sun's stress, especially with the still heated circuits in his system. But, more than that, he'd heard every thought through Sun's head. It was always when Sun became stressed that he'd ever heard them, those frantic words that only the two of them understood. It always upset him when Sun was like that. He couldn't stand to see his other half that was usually so bubbly become so defeated.

He didn't have much time to think about that though, no. There was another emotion that flowed through his system.

How dare this little thing come here. How dare it harm Sun, how dare it threaten to harm you! It had no right- no RIGHT to be here! That dangerous little thing! That harmful little creature!

And, for the first time, he felt Sun. Not in the way where he echoed in Sun's mind, no. He feels Sun's anger. His frustration. He couldn't hear him, he couldn't begin to imagine Sun wanted anything to do with him still, but he knew he was there.

Moon's eyes turned red, his vision going with it. His security protocols had been going ever since he'd locked eyes with that creature and he'd be damn sure that it wasn't staying around to harm anyone else.

"Naughty boy, naughty boy" Moon spoke as he slowly stood from the floor. His voice was no longer lulling or comforting but rather terrifying. It sounded almost as if both Sun's and Moon's voices mixed to create a gravel-like high-pitched tone that would send a shiver up anyone's back.

In the sudden darkness of the room you couldn't see much which only made the terrifying sound all the more bone-chilling. Not only that, but the slight clicks of the moving bot along with the faint red glow of his eyes deeply unsettled you.

Sun was...that? Moon was that? They were the same?

Then who was this? This terrifing dark creature that resembled Moon yet felt not at all familiar. His clicks were intentional yet sharp, his eyes showing the bright red of danger. You felt your body freeze, your hands quickly covering you mouth to hide any sound you might make.

It was only moments later that you lost track of the glowing eyes, only for them to lunge towards the child you'd seen earlier. You heard the kid let out a slight scream, one that stopped your heart for a moment. You were only slightly relieved of your newfound panic when a flashlight glared and moved, signifying they were okay.

For the time being at least.

The shine of the flashlight disappeared into the jungle gym, the glowing eyes not far behind. You felt the stop of your heart turn into a frenzy of beats against your chest at what ensued. A chase, one that you had a hard time deciphering the movements of. You couldn't move, you could barely breathe. Panic had fully overtaken your senses leaving you too terrified to think straight. You could only watch in horror as the nightmare unfolded before your eyes.

Were you dreaming? Was this a nightmare? Moon had been so calm, so kind. He'd felt so safe and comforting. And Sun- Sun had felt so carefree! So happy you almost couldn't imagine him upset. Yet those two people were one, and they were what was hunting down a child. A child that could have been you- a child that could still be you! Were you in danger?! Were they going to hurt you?

All of it came to a sudden stop when the bright glare of a flashlight shined towards you. You stared back, unaware that the kid had noticed you for a moment. After a second when the light didn't turn away you two became fully aware of each other, of the situation the other was in. Two scared kids facing down a seemingly homicidal animatronic more than twice the size of either of you. You couldn't see each other well, but you could at least say that they knew you were there.

This moment of recognizing the other didn't last long though as you saw past the flashlight and noticed the red glow that slowly approached the kidm

Nononononononono-

"NO!" You moved your hands to yell, an action that startled the kid enough for him to turn and shine the light on the now frozen animatronic behind him. Without more than a split second of decision making the kid jumped down the slide, quickly removing themselves from the animatronics presence.

But those glowing red eyes didn't follow him.

You saw him turn towards you.

The blood drained from your face, your stomach falling as he locked eyes onto you. There was a moment of absolute silence, neither of you moving.

He had been so close, so close to catching that little creature. But that noise, that piercing, painful noise had stopped him. He hadn't heard that sound before, yet he knew exactly who it belonged to. When his eyes had turned to see you he was met with utter fear. You were recoiled yet frozen in terror, your hands covering your mouth again as you stared at him. You were...

You were terrified of him.

That little kid that had rested so peacefully in his arms, the one that had been so skittish yet curious, had become terrified of what he was.

And to acknowledge, to even think about what that meant hurt him. To think he'd scared you, to think he was the reason you were frozen...

It hurt.

No no no this was all wrong! You- You were supposed to be happy! He wanted to keep you safe, to keep you happy! That's why Sun had done any of this, why he had kept you here. You were hurt a-and they were supposed to fix you! To make you a happy little kid!

But you stared with those terror-filled eyes, fully untrusting of what they had become. Moon felt like he'd failed and he could feel that Sun blamed him for it. You were scared because of him. That's all Moon had ever been good at doing...

It was during these few seconds that these thoughts were held, these moments before everything truly went wrong.

All it took was one small movement. One step from the bot towards you had shattered your frozen state. You bolted off the podium and back into the room before practically throwing yourself down the stairs. You stumbled a moment, catching a railing with your hands and a shock of pain only outweighed by your rushing adrenaline. You heard the click of him landing on the podium, hid movements no longer silent as he chased. You ran towards the door, slamming it open before bolting down the hall.

"Wait! Please, please wait!" You heard their voice call but you felt you knew better than to turn back and face the thing that had been trying to attack the kid from earlier.

The halls were pitch black with not a single light to guide you. Your hands traced the walls as you ran, panicked and hoping to find some way- any way out of here. You heard the metal feet fall in the room behind you before quickly following after. You stumbled in the dark, your sense of direction minimal. Yet, whether by pure luck or past experiences in similar situations, you found a door. You struggled to find a knob to the door when suddenly the lights turned on, revealing the handle to you. Just as you had found the exit you heard a shill scream, one that shattered your ears but only further increased your terror. You quickly pulled the door open, almost certain the bot was going to catch you. Guided by the faint lights of the hall, you ran out the door. You didn't take note on the delay before they gave chase once again.

Bolting as fast as your little body could go you were speedily making your way down the hall. However, the clicks of the metal robot only grew closer, their terrifying sound echoed in words you believed were only used to trick you into stopping. You had been here before, you'd done this before. The moment you were caught there was no escape, you couldn't afford to stop.

Suddenly the bot jumped and landed in front of you, forcing your movement to cease. In fact you had stopped so abruptly that you fell backward. They had attempted to stop your fall but you screamed when they did so causing them to drop you in fear that they'd hurt you. You fell to the ground and immediately scooted away from the animatronic that now hovered over you.

It wasn't the same as before...

Moon and Sun were no longer seperate. There were parts of the metal sunbeams you'd seen on Sun that poked out though not all of them wer there. The hat you'd seen Moon rested on their head as well. One eye glowed with a familiar blue and the other a bright white. Their body seemed as if it had become a mismatched puzzle of the different colors of both sides making it near impossible to tell which one stood in front of you.

All of this together made a horrific animatronic. One that was an amalgamation of the two who had comforted you, a nightmare as a consequence of ever letting your guard down. You eventually scooted into a wall, effectively having cornered yourself. Seeing no other way out you threw your hands over your head, hoping to negate as much harm as possible.

"Don't be [scared] [frightened]. We're here to keep you s-s-s-Safe! Rem-Rem-Remember?" Their voices blended into a horrifying attack on your eardrums. It was similar to earlier in the dark with the other kid, but only slightly more distinguished between the whispers and actual voice. There was also an echo of the words, a fact that drove away all comfort there was left in their voice.

'Please just let it be a dream" you silently begged, your thoughts now only the echo of those words. Just a bad nightmare, a horrible twisting of reality. Anything, anything but real.

What followed was silence. A silence where seconds felt like years and a minute resembled a century. You didn't dare move- speak- breathe. You were so certain you'd be hurt, that you'd be punished for a crime you couldn't conceive. So you waited. You waited for that pain because you believed you couldn't escape it. It was your burden of existing, the weight you carried in hidden scars. There was no escape, there never was.

You always ended up here.

It was after this prolonged bout of silence that you realized there was no longer any movement. You felt your body start to shake, believing to know what came next.

They wanted you to show yourself. They wanted your arms to fall before they layed a hand on you.

You felt your tears freely fall as your hands slowly fell, defeated. Your eyes stayed shut, your ears only catching the sound of your heartbeat. Finally, with what was last of your resistance, you opened your eyes. Your breathing picked up a moment, prepared to feel pain as the robot remained in front of you. However, the fear that coursed through your veins was now clashing with your confusion at the animatronic. Their.arms lay slumped, the glow of their eyes now gone. Slowly you began to breathe again, the sudden danger now silent in front of you. It took an even longer time before you dared to move, your head turning to make sure the animatronic wasn't trying to trick you. After noticing no change you finally decided to move away from them. You crawled out from under the bot, your cuts causing the process to be painful yet bearable. When you did finally make it out from under them you quickly scooted away, afraid that they might pop back to life at any moment. After a few extra seconds you finally believed that the bot wasn't awake anymore.

Had you broken them? You suspected so, though you weren't entirely sure how. You were thankful either way since whatever had happened seemed to stop the them. You then finaly stood, though your injuries made your legs weak which made the process harder.

What were you supposed to do now? You were alone in the silence of the pizza plex, the only animatronic you've met so far now broken. You looked around as if you'd find an answer around you. Instead you saw something familiar. A staff bot, this time with a flashlight and roaming around on its own.

Maybe it could help you?

Even with that thought you didn't move, not as the shock of what just happened was still setting in. Instead, it wheeled closer and closer until, eventually, it stood in front of you. It then admitted a high-pitched beeping sound, one that had greatly startled you. In instinct you immideately backed away from the bot, afraid that the sound meant you were in trouble. You backed away until an almost garage door opened behind you. With the bot still following you, you practically stumbled out of the door, trying to escape the bot.

Unfortunately, you weren't looking where you were going and, in a horrifying clank, your back hit something metal.

Your entire body tensed, your breath caught in your throat. Afterward, you heard the clicks of metal pieces turning, letting you know that you had in fact gone back first into an animatronic. With full apprehension you turned your head to stare up at what you had backed into, soon meeting the eyes of the man- or rather animatronic rockstar himself...

Freddy

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Beetlejuice would be fun with the situation they are in even if its nit my fav its the first that came to my mind !

Jumanji or a funny film could have pretty funny reaction maybe ? Idk

Or a classical (idk if it count but sometime like titanic or pretty woman)

Anyway, love you fanfics<3

asking for help from anybody who read LLG: if you read it and have any stake in Haunting for Beginners please help me generate a list of movies for the reader and Shigaraki to watch

A cosplay of Tomura Shigaraki

Yup its me xD for the first time i simp for myself

Thanks ! ^^

We have to keep pushing

Let's go Tenko/Tomura nation‼️‼️

8th place is insanely well for the first week

Yea 💀😂 but you get the idea

What if we could lay an egg with narinder ?

Please if any developper see this, let us repopulate the lambs ! (And f*ck with narinder 👉👈)