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Tempting Tempest

Shark!Bakugou X mer!reader (+more)

Warnings: mentions of noncon/dubious themes, slight violence, sexual themes

A/N: this wasn’t even one of the big ideas I had for mermay, but I started writing it at work and it just sort of happened. I plan on writing scenarios for both option one and option two (see the end of the fic), and if I get inspired, I’ll write scenarios for more characters too! I love mermaids so it would just be wrong if I didn’t post something for mermay.

Peering over a large lump of pink, spindly coral, your eyes narrowed in on an octopus, languidly scuttling its way through the sand. You licked your lips and heard your stomach rumble: octopus wasn’t the most tantalizing meal in the ocean, but at the moment, it was the safest when your food sources were so scarce. That, and a couple of its legs could satiate a few of your sisters who, like you, have not been mated as of yet.

It was May, which meant that it was time for the more male-dominant pods from the south to migrate up to the central waters to enjoy the warming waters. Both your sisters and other pod-mates alike had been snatched up by these tail-hungry mermen, either by being wowed and wooed by different trinquets and talismans the males had created for special bonding occasions such as these, or for the more stubborn and jittery merfolk such as yourself, being captured and forced to mate. Wooed or not, you wanted nothing to do with it, and the repercussions of avoiding the frenzied scuffle was lack of food and resources.

So that Octopus was yours.

Your tail swished back and forth as you slowly pulled your dagger out of your side pouch. Tasty or not, you and your sisters were going to feast. But just as you were about to pounce, a dark shadow loomed over the octopus. You looked up to see a marlin and your dinner-plate eyes only grew that much larger.

Mine.

You swam, fast and furious towards your prey, jetting through the water with smooth finesse. You were the swiftest in your pod, something you pride yourself on—even still, that marlin saw you coming a mile away and darted quickly in the opposite direction. That didn’t stop your pursuit. You chased the giant fish under large, rocky arches and through a tall, kelpy forest, determined to make the fish your meal.

It took you far too long to notice the second shadow that had been falling over you throughout your fishing endeavor. Missing a beat, you slammed yourself into a rock the marlin used to scale to get away. Goosebumps appeared on your arm when you heard snickering from above you.

Looking up, you could see only his silhouette. You couldn’t tell who it could have been, but you knew he was male by the sharp point of his fluke; he was a shark—possibly one of the most violent breeds of merfolk around. A short glance out into the abyss and you saw the marlin miles away. Your hungry brain told you that if the merman was in pursuit of the fish as well, and that if you were to fight him for it, you would undoubtedly lose, but looking back at the silhouette, you could tell by the tilt of his head that the merman had no interest in the marlin. But he had his own dagger in his hands. He was hunting and you were his game.

Before you could get another moment to think, the merman curled down in a beautiful arc and dove down straight for you. You inhaled through your gills and bolted away in an entirely new direction in an attempt to throw your pursuer off, but with a deliberate flick of his tail, he made the sharp turn and was trailing behind you in no time.

You stayed low, hoping you could lose him after swimming around around large stacks of sediment, but whenever you could steal a glance back he was right there, grinning wickedly, advancing on you even more.

“You can’t swim forever, little guppy,” you heard him snarl behind you, his tone half-amused with a note of agitation. You felt fingers curl around the base of your fluke, and though you tried to jerk him away, his grip was vice.

You descended, skidding along a sandy seabed, scratching your arms and torso on absconded rocks. You hissed in pain, but managed to keep a tight hold on your dagger throughout your entire fall. Large hands grabbed a hold of your tail and flipped you over with ease, pushing you back down against the seabed where pale, glittering sand pushed up off the floor and floated around you. Finally able to see your attacker up front, you had to hold your breath to keep from gasping.

Despite hating him on sight, there was a moment where you thought to yourself that he was the most gorgeous creature you’d ever seen. Ash-colored hair swayed gently with the easy ocean currents. Hungry, crimson eyes were a beautiful, stark contrast to the incessant blue that flooded your everyday life. And the way his bronzed abs flexed as he caught his breath had liquid heat rushing through your tail. You wanted to reach out and touch the hook-shaped scar on his left peck. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you did. Merfolk were curious creatures, and most of you found that the easiest way to satiate their curiosities was through touch.

So you did. You lifted your free hand and drew your fingers along the rough edges of his scarred skin. He bristled at the contact, but didn’t stop you, opting to eye you with equal interest. You felt the beat of his two-chambered heart thrumming against his flushed skin. It was mesmerizing—almost as much as the gentle rumbling that reverberated from his chest—the tell that he was ready to mate.

The tips of his fingers touched your bare shoulder, slid up your neck, and found their home on your chin. He tilted your head once to the left, once to the right to check your neck to see if you’d already been mated. He let out a content hum and placed his hand on the back of your neck. Fluttering excitement buzzed down your spine to your fluke, and you slapped your tail against the floor to try to ease your sudden fervor. It didn’t help, and by the look on his face, he knew he had you. You thought for a moment that maybe you could mate; there really was no reason to be so stubborn. It was only natural and you were of age. The alluring rumbling from his chest was obviously getting to you, but why would you let yourself be mad over being picked by a very attractive suitor. You could mate with him. You could…

But then he had to go and speak again.

“Not so keen on fleeing now, huh?” The triumphant tone he kept had your scales flaring. “And here you had me thinking you were gonna put up a bit of a fight.” He flashed a toothy grin. Sharp. Dangerous. You didn’t want those teeth anywhere near you.

You swung your dagger at him. He caught your wrist with ease. His grin only grew wider as he pinned your arm back against the ocean floor. You hissed at him, grabbing a fistful of sand and flinging it at his face. He coughed and sputtered, so you used that opportunity to sweep your tail up and across his stupid, beautiful face. He let up and you were able to kick against the floor and swim up in a desperate search for an escape.

From the view, it seemed you had three options.

Option one: you could brave the sea cave you spotted miles away. The contents of the dark were unknown to you, but you figured you could brave the unknown and wait until this merman loses interest. You probably wouldn’t be able to eat for the rest of the day, but it sure as hell beat being mated to some arrogant, two-pricked shark. (Octo!Aizawa—noncon)

Option two: fight the arrogant, two-pricked shark. You might’ve not been the strongest fish in the sea, but you were fast and, at times, cunning. Your pride was on the line anyhow and if it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he was going to get. (Shark!Bakugou—dubcon)

Option three: swim away some more. The ocean was vast, but you were bound to run into something or someone that could help fend this fiend off of you sooner or later, if he doesn’t get tired from the chase first. Swimming away would surely open a few more paths for you too. But you’d have to be fast. (Other mer!character scenarios that may come up)

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Kaminari: *coughing*

Kirishima: u ok?

Kaminari: spit got in my air pipe

Kirishima: pathetic,

Kirishima: I choke on grains of rice, not my saliva

Kaminari: no dude,

Kaminari: you choke on Bakugou's dick

kirishima’s printing service

a bnha kirishima x reader social media au

SUMMARY — your english teacher decided to give your class the assignment of writing a short story on how your first day of school went. Oh, and it has to be printed and passed tomorrow. You get it done by 11pm and all that’s left to do is get it printed. But wait, it’s 11pm and you don’t have a printer. Well, that leaves you to plan b, ask your classmates if they could print it for you. Who has a printer and up at this time? Well, someone who you have been crushing on since the first week named Kirishima Eijirou is.

PAIRINGS — kirishima x reader (obviously), (slight) kaminari x reader, midoriya x uraraka (hinted)

GENRES — highschool!au, romance, fluff, angst, crack(?)

WARNINGS — slight swearing, poor atempt at jokes, (will update if there are more!!)

PARTS / CHAPTERS

INTRODUCTION: dekusquad | bakusquad

i. exposed feelings

ii. dumb and dumber

iii. sorry for embarassing you!!

iv. printing dilemma

v. the chosen printer

vi. morning cake

vii. is this l o v e

viii. love birds quarrel

ix. after hangout talks

x. it’s not about the money

xi. he LIKES you

xii. study date pt. 1

xiii. study date pt. 2

xiv. study date pt. 3

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we need more asahi fics

Nerves || Azumane Asahi x Reader

Summary: You’ve had a crush on Asahi for longer than you’re willing to admit, and this just might be the match that convinces you to make a move.

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: My first ever Haikyuu!! fic. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and feel free to send me requests for any of the Karasuno boys! I’ve been really into the anime lately (thanks @rivendell101​), and I’d love some fic inspiration!

Cross-posted to A03.

Asahi jogged off the court, wiping his forehead as he reached for a water bottle. Just before he could grab it, though, he froze, a soft, musical laugh snapping him out of his focus.

“That was great, Daichi,” a crooning female voice said. “That last hit? Amazing.”

Looking toward the source of the voice, Asahi saw two girls standing with Kiyoko—he recognized them both as third years, Kiyoko’s friends. The one who was flirting with Daichi, though, was not the one whose laugh had caught his attention.

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so cutee

hello😁Can you do Karasuno has a practice match with seijoh and their cute energetic manger sees kyoutani spike and she’s like “😍” and she goes up to him and grabs his arm just starts complimenting him. And both teams are like “she’s gonna get murdered” “farewell y/n” but then they just see kyoutani blush cause her boobs are pushed up against his arm😭 and both teams are like “wait that’s illegal”

Anon forgive me 😭 this has been sitting in my ask box for so long. For you, I’ll give you a full story bc of the long wait 👉👈 pls forgive me

Side note, one day I just woke up and found Kyoutani cute af so like yes I would absolutely LOVE it if you smacked my ass like a volleyball gave me a kiss sir

Impressing you when playing volleyball, it’s quite hard. One of the few happened to be Asahi who was the reason you joined being a manager. Every time Asahi spiked the ball you sent him a compliment. On rare occasions Tanaka would get a compliment and if Nishinoya’s recover caught your eye he’d get one too.

You’d heard how great Aoba Johsai is. Excited, you bounced on your feet as Ukai instructed the boys to take their bags. Wanting to get there sooner, you yanked Yamaguchi to follow you. Much to his dismay, but he didn’t complain since everyone knew how you were.

You inspected every corner of the gym.

“Thank you for having us!” Karasuno all shouted in sync, bowing their head.

“Thank you.” Seijoh bowed their heads back. The Seijoh boys noticed your wide and excited eyes, reminding them of how it was seeing Hinata jump the first time.

“Check out the manager.” Matsukawa nudged Kyoutani and Hanamaki. Kyoutani tsked, rolling his eyes. “She’s cute.” The three were on right side lane, nearest to the benches and where Karasuno is now at.

“Yeah. And all we have is Oikawa.”

“I can hear you!” Oikawa glared, bringing the ball under his arm. “Are you going to spike or not?” He shouted to Hanamaki. He threw up the ball, bringing his hands above his head and setting it to Hanamaki. It was a near miss, a frown coming from you.

“Not impressed?” Daichi asked.

“I’m sure he can do better.” You tapped your chin. “After all, they are considered one of the best teams in the prefecture.” Kyoutani’s turn came to spike. You’d heard about him and how Oikawa called him ‘Mad Dog’ or ‘Mad Dog-Chan’. Reason being, unknown to you.

Last time he wasn’t here when you came for the practice match. What he could do varied. You noticed his concentrated look, staring directly at the ball and not Oikawa’s fingers or the way Oikawa went to set. Pushing himself with his left foot, his jump made you get goosebumps. The sound of the ball hitting the wooden floor bounced off every wall.

“That was amazing!” You found yourself grabbing on his arm, pressed up on him with a look of excitement. Immediately when that happened, time stopped. “Did you just join the team? You should already been on it with the way you spiked!”

“What a dumbass.” Tsukishima face palmed. Daichi had tried to stop you from running to him but he swears when you get impressed, you gain super speed. “I’ll only say I told you so at her funeral.”

“There goes the cute manager.” Matsukawa said, Iwaizumi shaking his head in a disappointed manner. “Rest in peace whatever her name is.”

“Farewell, my beautiful (Y/N).” Nishinoya placed his hand over his heart. “I will have you edited in a cloud background.”

A crimson shade settled on Kyoutani’s cheeks and ears. Both teams now gazed dumbfoundedly. No way that Kyoutani’s blushing.

“Th... Thanks.” He responded, freaking out at how your breasts were on his arm. Oikawa’s jaw dropped. Kyoutani said thanks?

“That’s illegal!” Oikawa pointed his finger in your direction. “Mad Dog never says thanks! You broke Mad Dog!”

“Broke?” You backed up from Kyoutani, giving him his personal space. “I’m sorry. I got excited when you spiked. I only wanted to compliment yuh—”

“Don’t mind her!” Sugawara sheepishly waved. “When someone impresses her she tends to shower then with compliments.” Sugawara motioned you to return with them. You now felt a little nervous.

“Carry on.” You cheerfully said. “Can’t wait to see you actually play!” Kyoutani grunted, refraining himself from doing anything embarrassing. You skipped back to Karasuno, assisting Hinata in finding his kneepads.

“Any words you’d like to say Kyoutani?” Matsukawa held an invisible microphone up to Kyoutani’s mouth. “How to get the attention of Karasuno’s cute manager? Asking for a friend.”

“Shut the hell up.” Kyoutani didn’t spare a glance to the third year, ducking under the net to go retrieve the ball he’d spiked. That’s all he had to do? Make plays that were enough to make you pay attention to him alone?

He’s got at least five full matches. By the end of this match, those compliments will be for him.

just had a thought

should I write for Stray Kids?

Out of Character

Izuku “Deku” Midoriya x Reader

NSFW

Contains: Sexual Content; Cock worship, oral sex, brief begging

Note: Media or the characters involved do not belong to me; I only own the story. Plagiarism will not be tolerated.

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“Use more…tongue.” Midoriya bites back the ‘please’ as he tries to stay true to the role you wanted him to play.

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it will come back [pt. 2] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader

Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 1]

A/N: Title from the Hozier song—“don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”

Tags/warnings: yandere, violence (not directed toward reader), crying, Shiggy REALLY likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep, non-explicit sexual content. [In later parts: 18+, sex, other stuff]

He—Tomura—keeps visiting.

At first you think it’s because of the free medical care, and you wish you had the spine to tell him to suck it up and go see a professional. After a couple weeks turn into a couple months and his wounds fade into ragged purple scars, though, you start to think differently.

Within a short time Tomura has figured out your work schedule, and he does a decent job of not showing up after your long shifts. The unavoidable consequence of this is that he ends up monopolizing your precious days off, but you come to the realization about a month and a half in that you don’t actually mind. You like it. It’s like spending time with a friend.

Mostly you guys talk. It doesn’t seem like Tomura really has anyone to talk to the way the two of you do, but that’s probably just you projecting. It’s usually shallow stuff—TV shows you like, video games he plays, funny stories from patients you treated. Sometimes when you’re cooking for yourself, you make extra for him. (It happens a lot, actually, and at one point you bring up how much his appetite is costing you and the next time you see him he brings a bag of rice and makes you a porridge that crunches between your teeth when you try to eat it. You can’t finish yours, but he eats an entire bowl and insists that you’re being picky.)

Sometimes he sleeps over on the couch, but he’s always gone when you wake up.

The two of you skirt around the heavier stuff, and you know it’s intentional on his part. You have to resist the urge to ask him about being a villain—he’s all but confirmed it for you, and it’s human nature to be curious, isn’t it? In the same way you can’t help looking at a car crash, you want to poke and prod and find out what it is, exactly, that Tomura does for a living. That part of his life is suspiciously absent from your discussions—if you didn’t know better, you’d think he spends all of his time sleeping and playing games and breaking into your place.

On the other hand, you don’t want to know. Plausible deniability. You can accept criminality in the abstract, but you’ve treated too many victims of the bullshit hero–villain battle to be comfortable really knowing why Tomura avoids public places.

So you don’t ask about it, and Tomura doesn’t tell, and you don’t look up his name. And it’s easy. It’s nice. You’d forgotten what it’s like to come back to a home that isn’t empty.

And then one day when you get off a few hours early from your shift, you stop by a convenience store to pick up some snacks for yourself (hey, you’ve been working hard, you’re entitled to binge a little on foods that you’re afraid to look at the fat content for), and you think, Hm, I wonder if Tomura wants some.

[You: 7:49 PM] > Are you coming over today? [T: 7:49 PM] > Yeah why [You: 7:51 PM] > Getting snacks > Want some? [T: 7:51 PM] > No

[T: 8:12 PM] > When r u coming back to ur place

[T: 8:58 PM] > Hey where are you

[T: 9:39 PM] > (Y/N)?

There’s a man with a gun in the convenience store.

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Hiii! May I request a yandere+alpha Shigaraki kidnapping and impregnating his s/o? Thank you! -🍕

PART 3 BITCHES!

A/N >>>>> Part 1 and Part 2 are here <<<< As per the vote, this is fluff! or as close to fluff as i can get with a kidnapping, non/con and caged Omega, but tbh I loved how delicate he treats reader in this chapter, despite all the underlying obsession (which we all know and love) also this was reduced from over 2000+ words of rambling to something more effective so I hope you ENJOYYYY!!!!

You wanted to be docile, submit fully and give everything to your alpha, you body was his to abuse, use as he wished. Shigaraki admired how compliant you were, your mind crumbling under every order he gave, eager to please and desperate for his praise, tingles throughout your body whenever he blessed you with his tender kisses and sickly sweet charm, laced thick with malicious desire to rip you apart and build you into the perfect little omega.

Shigaraki had been with you every day since he stole you away from the world, coming and going as he pleased, leaving bite marks and purple bruises up your thighs to remind you exactly who you belonged too. Frequently leaving you gifts and hoping to make your cage feel more like home, you’d been imprisoned for a small while, but as your first week spent in your new home was also spent nesting you didn’t process the entire gravity of your new reality.

You were still reeling back the remaining drops of energy, the last days of your heat sapping them from you.

The world around you seemed quiet, tranquil - mind waking suddenly and slowly, the comfort of the duvet refusing to let your escape it’s safety; it smelt of home, a mix of earthy fresh summer and a deep pungent musk – one that held a weighted nuance and promised to give you the world so long as you stayed within its suffocating grasp.

And you felt yourself not wanting to leave it’s hold over you.

heavy footprints creeping closer. Peeking your head through a tiny gap in the duvet to see him, smirking down at your vulnerable form, in his hands lay a large wooden tray adorned with pastries and fruits and a large jug of apple juice which he laid upon the brand new table top besides him.

“And how is my little Omega today?” his gruff voice cooed, laced thick is vicious intent, sending shivers down your spine, still unable to fight off your instincts, thighs tingling at the sound of his degrading tone.

Despite how sickly sweet he had been, you always figured he was waiting for an excuse to assert more control over you, allow his grip to grow tighter on you and watch you run back to his safe embrace when life became too sour for you.

Fuck did he love being the only person to take care of you, cradle your innocent body between his destructive hands, inches away from crumbling to dust - the thought of destroying such beauty played on his mind - but knowing you trusted him made him not want to all the more.

Eager to whisper how he could corrupt something so perfect and cage it away all for himself – he treated you as though you were but a fragile doll, fascinated by how you slept so peacefully, smiled so softly despite how vicious he could be. A wicked smirk often danced on his lips, avowing to himself that you were his possession now, proud to have claimed you before you were ‘saved’ by some preach happy hero.

Your lips curled sweetly, large diluted eyes admiring how someone who could be so cruel, treated you with tender care, promising you the world.

Stretching your limbs wide as your rose from the comforts of the nest, large yawns escaping your throat as you shook the groggy fuzz from your mind and body, making your way over to the table as you dressed yourself with one of his large hoodies.

You sat at the table, hands placed delicately on your knees and tucked inside the baggy sleeves.

Mouth-watering at the sight of the food before you, awaiting patiently for Shigaraki to allow you to begin eating – knowing full well what happened if you didn’t.

He smirked and cocked his head as he watched you lick you lips at the buffet before you; soaking in your compliance despite your clear desperation.

“Such a good girl”

Heat pooled in your core

His calloused hand patted your head affectionately, and a small part of you welled with pride.

You knew what he wanted.

“Can I eat please” Timid voice sending shivers up his spine. It didn’t feel like your voice, as though someone else had possessed you, yet there was a relief that flowed through you every time you gave up a tiny slither of responsibility to your new Alpha.

Shigaraki’s smirk warped into a malicious grin, as the twisted thrill hit him, having no clue he would enjoy having so much power over an Omega – deciding then and there to milk your submissive state for all it was worth, before your heat ended and he’d have to resort to more…restrictive measures.

“Please?” he growled darkly, sending your anxiety on edge.

Shigaraki tenderly tilted your chin between his calloused fingers, smiling artfully into your innocent eyes; amused at how only he could make them fill with corrupt greed.

“Can I eat please… Sir” gulping down the last words like a dry pill, your stomach knotting at the intoxicating shame.

He loved watching you stutter and stammer your way into pleasing him, so eager to be praised for obeying, unable to fight those fatal instincts to submit.

“as you asked so nicely” he cooed maliciously as your face flushed pink.

Shigaraki beckoned to the table, watching proudly as your eyes lit up with glee.

You were only two mouthfuls through the hot buttery croissant when your stomach began to flip on itself, overwhelmed with a sudden onslaught of nausea, you ran to bathroom much to your captor’s surprise.

He examined the pastry you had slung onto the table top, before striding towards the bathroom door to be greeted by his Omega face first in the toilet pan.

Shigaraki crouched down, arms slung over his knees, careful not to grip you as to not startle or harm his scared Omega.

Moments passed before his concerned voice broke the silence

“How are you?” That commanding tone still lurking behind his attempts at comfort.

“I feel rough, what was in that food” you laughed at how much of a fool you’d made of yourself, but he simply stared through your attempts at lightening the situation, clearly worried about your condition

As you watched his once twisted features soften, you saw the care and affection that lay beneath his wicked grin.

You wanted nothing more than to trace the outlines of his scars with your fingertips, delicately drag your hands through his unkempt hair and plant kisses along his rough skin.

“I’ll be fine, I just need some water”

He swiftly rose to his feet, pondering what would possibly make you throw up out of the blue first thing in the morning.

You didn’t want to scare him, not knowing if he might suddenly lash out, despite that fact he had never laid a violent finger on you out of anger.

Shigaraki’s heavy footsteps drew closer, floorboards creaking under his weighted strides. when he returned with an ice-cold glass, there was a familiar smirk dancing on his lips. He knew something, and it made your stomach churn again.

He carefully handed you the condensation covered glass, it dripped onto your skin leaving Goosebumps in its wake as you sipped, refusing to look away from the intimidating and cunning Alpha that loomed over you.

“You’ve been such a good little Omega, _____. ” he purred glossing his thumb across your pink cheek as his voice grew eerily soft.

“Let me take good care of you today, would you like that?”

Your face lit up at the gesture, he marvelled at how docile you were just for him,magnified towards his affections no matter what alarm bells rang in your mind.

You nodded gleefully, rising slowly to your feet a calmness washed over as he guided you towards the plush cushions of the couch, his musk swarming your mind.

He’d laid the remote control next to a pile of books and the cushions laid covered in blankets. A hot water bottle rested within its welcoming embrace and a bowl of ice cream awaited you, with its pink spoon laying close to…oh no.

“I figured my Omega deserved the best on such a rough morning” his hand pinching your hip, grip growing tighter as he watched you face sink at the final item on the coffee table.

Your chest sinking and rising in the same breath, the half of your mind that submissively obeyed filled with utter and over flowing bliss at your Alpha taking very good care of you, instincts slapping you in the face as the swirl of bitter sweet happiness met with your sobering mind; you were not tired and hazy because you were in heat anymore, no… you were carrying his pups now.

It was not your heat making you submissive, that was all you.

Shigaraki’s hold over you grew tighter, placing your still obedient body onto the couch and handing you the bowl of ice cream, your mind drew a blank, mouth wide open in shock as your innocent eyes stared solemnly at the unopened pregnancy test that burned into your retina’s.

“We don’t have to test now… do we” stammering and choking on the lump in your throat as you silently begged to not have your harrowing dreams confirmed.

Shigaraki chuckled almost sweetly at your question, running his bony fingers through your soft locks and finally planting an affectionate kiss on your forehead

“Of course not, little one”

He latched tighter to your scalp, perceptive enough to know that he didn’t need further confirmation you were carrying his pups. Making you look him in his possessive, adoring eyes.

Shigaraki knew that he had you forever now.

Inhaling your already changing scent as he cooed, making your core tingle with anticipation, thighs rubs together subconsciously at the sudden need for more friction.

“I’ll take good care of you”

The nightmare finally settling in as he lent closer, locking his rough lips onto yours, stealing your conscious mind with his possessive tongue, breaking your will as he always did. Pulling away just long enough to see you eyes vacant and subservient.

“After all, if you’re not pregnant now-“

Clasping four fingers to your delicate throat.  

“-I’m sure we can change that”

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