#shuichi iguchi x reader

[manias-wordcount]

Angel's Use (Hawks, Twice, Dabi, Mr. Compress, Spinner, Tomura Shigaraki)

Kinktober 2023 Day Thirty-One: (Dub-Con) Free Use

𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼 || 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 || 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“Twice…? Is she okay?”

You know… 

“Angel-chan? She’s fine, she likes doing this. Little whore isn’t fully house-trained! Let’s teach a lesson!”

  Hawks used to be one of your favorite heroes. 

Hearing his voice asking if you were okay, it reminded you of that feeling. Of that little fondness you had for him. The fact that he was your age helped a lot. But it’s hard not to fall in love with someone that cute and charming. The deep pockets were a plus, and the fact that he was such a hard worker out in the field made you like him so easily. He saved lives, just like you did. And for a girl with a boring life and boring job, that was enough of a connection to get a crush going almost instantly after his debut all those years ago.

But right now? You can’t even look at him. But he looks at you. He’s been looking at you a lot.

And you can’t blame him. You really can’t.

You were declared dead a couple of months ago. That’s what Kurogiri told you. That you’re supposed to be a ghost. That you’re not supposed to exist anymore. A pretty little nurse with a powerful quirk goes missing one night. Only for an unidentifiable body to appear in the same place a couple of days later. With a case as strange as yours, heroes were bound to take notice. Bound to remember. And bound to call the authorities if you’re ever seen again. So they’ve always taken precautions when it came to you. Always made sure that you weren’t seen. Weren’t heard. Weren’t anything to anyone outside of the walls of the hideout.

So you’d like to think that that’s the reason why one of the best heroes in Japan is staring at you so intently. You’d like to think it’s because he recognizes you. Or that he’s trying to gauge what’s the best way to rescue you from this hell. You’d like to think that. But the truth is that it’s getting hard to think nowadays. It’s getting hard to use your head clearly. To parse through those muddled thoughts of yours. To move past all the tasks and distractions in front of you. And right now, you can feel his gaze on you. It’s strong and intense and so, so hard to ignore. Just like it’s hard to ignore the humiliation you can’t help but feel. 

After all, it’s not like it’s every day that your only hope of rescue gets to see you lazily suck another man’s dick like some toy.

But you can’t help the feeling. Just like you can’t help the position. You try to block it out. You try to block it all out. But the farthest you manage to get is letting the words around you dull into nothingness. You’re still very aware of where you are. Of what you’re doing. Of who they are. No matter how hard you try to block it out, you still feel the cool, smooth feeling of leather against your bare, heated as you lay on your stomach with your head in Twice’s lap. You still feel the rumble of the man’s heartbeat and breath, and he speaks to Hawks without so much of a care for your existence. You still feel the openness- the vulnerable feeling of being laid out on the couch of the common room like some toy. Lips wrapped around a dick and tongue flickering up against it as people all around you go about their lives. As if you aren’t there. As if you were meant to be there.

Above you, Twice’s chest rumbles, as if he was told a good joke. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hawk’s golden-eyed gaze turned to you. Expression concerned, but masked fairly well. But you don’t look at it for long. Instead, you find yourself squeezing your eyes shut and bobbing your head down to take a more active role and pleasuring one of your captors. 

Twice’s deep-chested laugh turns into a moan, and one of his hands comes to rest in your hair. A grip so gentle. A touch so sweet. You could have forgotten that he was a villain. For just a moment. For just a minute. For just a second. But you didn’t.

Instead, you squeeze your eyes shut a little tighter. Maybe if you try to deep-throat him right now, no one will know just where exactly your tears are coming from. Maybe if you bury your face even lower in Twice’s lap, Hawks will stop looking at you. Maybe he’ll even forget you. Maybe you’ll forget you too. But you don’t. You can’t.

“Get Angel’s attention.”

The world hates you far too much for you to receive your peace.

“I want my turn.” The familiar sound of Dabi’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. All of a sudden, everything that felt dull and far away felt closer. Louder. Clearer. You become hyperaware of your surroundings. Of the salty taste in your mouth. Of the TV playing the twenty-four-hour news cycle playing quietly. Of the palms that are so rough and so hot they burn coming to grab at your waist and easing you into lifting up your hips. At that, your fight or flight kicks in. You breathe labors, and before you know it, you’re pulling your mouth off of Twice’s dick to look behind you. You can hear the man’s two-sided comments. The gentle side of him’s disappointed sigh. And his other side calling you a whore. But right now? “You don’t mind if I come through the back door, don’t you, Angel?”

There’s something bigger and scarier than Twice happening behind you. 

You can’t help the fear that overtakes you in that moment. The whimper that leaks through your throat as your hands ball up into fists and your bottom lip quivers. The look Dabi is giving you behind his messy dark hair- it isn’t unfamiliar. You’ve seen that same emotion in those pretty blue eyes of his. You’ve seen it since the first day you met him. But now you’re not as stupid. You’re not as naive. And you’re much more willing to scoot back and get on your knees and relax. Well, try to relax. There’s oh but so much you can do when you’re telling yourself that you have to sit face down, ass up for a serial murderer and pyromaniac. All to live. All to live.

Out of the corner of vision again, you notice Hawks. His feathers have ruffled. Ever so slightly- an action almost too quick to catch. But you noticed it. And Dabi did too. Because a second later he’s laughing. And a second later, you’re turning your head away from him. From both of them. Your gaze falls back in front of you. At Twice’s cock, sitting angry and red and wet, and messy and forgotten as it rest on the man’s abdomen. Leaking a pearly trail of precum onto his stomach. You already miss it. He’s only a couple inches away and you already miss him. Because even if he’s like the rest of the men in this hideout who use your body so freely for their own desires, at least Twice is gentle with you. At least he’s kind to you. 

But as the sound of a zipper hits your ears, and something thick and hard and just way too big starts prodding at your anus, you know that there’s no saving you today. No going back to just laying naked on the couch and warming someone’s cock. No going back to hoping you won’t be perceived by the golden boy hero who only recently turned to the dark side. There’s only your pain. There’s only someone else’s pleasure. Taking from you. Tainting you. Torturing you. 

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart.”

Until it’s someone else’s turn.

“You’re still so tight back here, hmm?” You hear Dabi rumble from behind you. Voice low and sultry as his hands pull you closer and closer to him as your body swallows inch after inch with loud cries. The stretch- it burns. More than the heat from his scarred, scarred hands. From the fire alight in his eyes every single time he looks at you. More than anything in the world. And this stretch- this sudden fullness fills you up from behind like an invasive species taking over what was never theirs in the first place- it tugs at you from the pits of your stomach. It screams for attention. It begs for your tears. For your embarrassment to grow. And you can’t ignore this feeling. You can’t ignore this pain. They may have broken you to be their toy, but angels can’t be killed so easily. “Spinner was back here less than a week ago, and yet I can just barely fit. Perfect little whore.”

No matter how many times you wish for death. 

“Hey!” 

At the call of his name, Spinner responds from somewhere else in the bar. You hear his footsteps, heavy and hard pad over to where the couch is. But you can’t see him as he starts bickering with Dabi. You’re far too busy breathing out deeply. Whining and wriggling and whimpering oh-so-loudly as Dabi bottoms out inside of your ass. Now, all you can think about is the pan and how it heightens every sensation around you. How it turns your mind into mush and brings the heat to your cheeks as you wish for nothing more for it to be over. For you to disappear between the couch cushions. So much so that you barely even notice the hand reach out and brushing its fingers against yours. 

But you do notice. And you know it belongs to Twice. Offering the smallest amount of comfort possible to you. But it’s something you can’t appreciate. Something you can’t even savor. Because before you know it, Dabi’s moving his hands off your hips and wrapping them around your waist. In one fell swoop, you’re being flipped. Your position changes. And somehow the dick in your ass manages to bury itself even further inside of you. And oh, how you cry out. Oh, how you thrash. But Dabi’s got you locked in his lap now as he lays back against the couch. He’s got your legs spread nice and wide with your pretty, little pussy on display and his cock plugging up your other hole. He’s got his head buried in your neck, and the scent of ash and smoke surrounding him. Clinging to him. Tighter than the death grip he has locked around your waist. Tighter than the leash that all of them have on you. 

“At least I used lube,” Spinner starts to brag, voice proud and tone haughty. As if it’s some type of accomplishment. From this new position, you’re able to eye Spinner a little better. You’re able to see everyone and everything a little better. Compared to having your face pressed into the couch. But you don’t want to see any of them. You don’t want to think of any of them. You don’t. You just don’t. “Angel-chan like it when I use her ass because I’m gentle with her. Isn’t that right, Angel-chan?”

You can’t help it. You shake your head no at Spinner’s words. Wildly, with a few whimpers here and there as your body continues to struggle against the iron-like grip Dabi has on you. But he’s too busy laughing at your complete and utter rejection. Too busy laughing at you. 

“You really think a girl like her would enjoy being impaled by those monstrous things?“ A new voice enters the fray. And despite the fact that your brain is getting a little fuzzier and fuzzier as Dabi ultimately allows you to adjust to his size, you’re able to turn a half-lidded gaze to another part of the room to watch Mr. Compress approach you. With the mask on, it’s hard to tell where he’s looking. Or what he’s thinking. But for a second, you swear you manage to catch sight of a bulge from his pants. And you promise you’re that you’re not dreaming when you say that his gaze must have been watching the rise and fall of your chest so, so carefully. Taking in the slight jiggle of your boobs. The way your lips part. The way your expression clouds more and more. The way pain is starting to melt away into pleasure. “Perhaps you don’t remember her screams. I’m sure our neighbor do.”

Spinner starts getting offended at that. He shoots off a few choice words at Mr. Compress. But it’s Dabi who fires back at him. Making a big show of whatever he said by accenting with a roll of his hips. One that causes you to arch your bag and cry out- nearly fighting out of his grip. But those warm hands of his spread across your stomach. Holding you in place. Forcing you to do nothing but watch as others watch you. So that’s what you do.

First, your gaze falls back on Twice’s. He’s still in the same position you left him. Still harder than ever to read with that mask on his face. But now his head is tilted in the direction that makes his direct line of sight where you and Dabi’s bodies are joined. And his hand- the one that you guessed was previously reaching out to you? It’s now wrapped around his cock. Stroking at it lazily. Getting off to the mere sight of you. It makes your embarrassment grow even more. It makes your blood boil even hotter. At the end of the day, you can’t be stupid. At the end of the day, you have to remember that he’s just another man. That he’s just another one of your captors. Just another one who will likely be slipping his dick inside of one of your holes again in a couple of days. Maybe even a couple of hours. 

But then your mind starts to wander. And your eyes start to too. And suddenly your gaze is on one of Japan’s top heroes. And it’s like all the words and noise and things around you start to fade away. Because Hawks is looking at you too. He’s watching you carefully. Drinking you in slowly. And you start to have hope that the emotion in his eyes is anger. That it’s outrage. At the sight of these men speaking about you and your body so freely. So easily. And it starts to make you hope. That your old favorite hero will live up to your beliefs. That your old favorite hero will rise from the ashes and the darkness. And that he’ll save you.

So you ask him for that. You look into his face and you think not about how handsome he is. You look into his face and think not about how warm and comforting his voice is. You just look into his face- you look into his bright, golden eyes and you ask him. You beg him to save you. To be the one who returns you to light. Who saves you from this hell. To save you from them. But then the unthinkable happens. The unexpected. The impossible.

Your hero. Your supposed savior- he looks away. 

And for a second, you think you see it in his eyes. You think you see it. The guilt. But even more than that? The arousal. And the growing tent in his pants that’s almost impossible for you to ignore. Impossible for you to imagine. So you don’t ignore it. You internalize it. You think about it. You think about what his arousal means. You think about his refusal to move- to lift a finger, a feather in your direction. 

You think about the way he can’t even look at you right now too.

And the tears that you were previously shedding? They start to come out a little faster than before. It’s okay though. You let them. For your sake. For your pain.

But a moment later, your view of Hawks is being disrupted. And you don’t put up much of a fight. You can’t put up much of a fight. You won’t. Because the feeling of being failed by the one person who could have saved you has already started to set in. And there’s already someone else- there’s already Mr. Compress tilting your head in another direction, putting two fingers out and telling you to “Suck, sweetheart”, as Spinner grabs a fist full of your hair and holds it up in a ponytail for you. Now, Dabi’s hards are reaching down your body. No longer holding you possessively. Instead, giving out a chance to share as he takes two fingers and parts your lower lips to give the person now standing in front of you an easier chance to slide into your awaiting little pussy. Eager as can be.

All these eyes are on you. All these hands on you. Giving you attention. Giving you pleasure. Giving you pain. Every now and then your eyes will slide to someone’s face. To read their expression. To read their bodies as they enjoy yours. Yet every single time, you’re met with the same dazed expressions. The same lust-filled eyes. The same devious smiles. Taking ownership of your body. Taking your body. Everywhere you look. Everywhere you turn. And somehow, it gets easier. It gets easier to pretend that you like it. It gets easier to tolerate. It gets easier to survive. To zone it all out. To take it all in. To moan the way they like it. To cry the way they want you to. To take it like a good girl. Like the angel you are to them. 

And now, with Tomura standing in front of you, lining up his cock and pushing inside of your warm, wet pussy- reserved just for him, you swear that the feeling from before has gotten easier. In between his distracting words of praise and calls of your nickname. In between your moans and groans and gasps and whimpers and cries of pain. Of pleasure. You swear that little by little it’s gotten easier. That the stretch is more bearable. That the pain has lessened. That the tears have dried. 

“Good Angel-chan,” Tomura murmurs at you while sinking himself inside you with a lewd, lewd groan of his own. You hiccup on the fingers you’re sucking on, but your body responds accordingly. It responds as it was trained to do. “Angel-pussy is the best. And it’s all mine.”

It’s the only way you can survive after all.

But try as you might, you don’t think it’ll ever go away. You don’t think it’ll ever fade either. Because he knows as much as you know. That while you’d expect it from monsters like them…

… it’s impossible to forget that even now, Hawks is using you too.

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[frickingnerd]

dating spinner / shuichi iguchi

pairing: spinner / shuichi iguchi x gn!reader

tags: fluff, gaming dates, mention of the league of villains, potential minor manga spoilers, protective spinner

spinner is a very reclusive person, who has issues trusting others, after how he was treated by people in the past

he often fantasized about dating someone, but it always seemed like more of a dream than something that could ever come true

but then he met you, someone who treated him unlike anyone else he met before. spinner could feel normal around you, yet at the same time felt like he was truly special to you!

spinner is a little awkward when you first start dating. he's never been good at making friends, nor does he have any dating experience!

but he does his best to treat you well! he's holding doors open for you, picking you flowers when he comes by them (as he lacks the money to buy some) and he always compliments you!

those are all things he picked up from media as romantic things, so he attempts to recreate those romantic moments with you!

but while he tries to be someone else, to be a perfect boyfriend, he quickly has to come to terms with the fact that this isn't him

spinner isn't the type to take out for a candlelight dinner. but he's the type to order pizza and burgers with you and play games all night!

while spinner doesn't have a lot of money, he tries to buy the two of you multiplayer games as often as he can! whether it's shooters, puzzle games or farming simulators

occasionally, shigaraki or other friends from the league also join the two of you during your gaming nights!

spinner really wants you to get along with his friends! after all, he doesn't have many, so the few friends from the league are very important to him

though he does get a bit jealous when he notices how well you get along with them. but spinner would never admit to that and let his jealousy ruin those friendships!

spinner is deeply insecure about his looks, after all the harassment he has received about it. he can't stand up for himself when people harass him, but when you get harassed, it's a different story!

spinner doesn't tolerate anyone being mean to you! not even when his friends make a “joke” about you! people can be mean to him all they want, but they better leave you out of it!

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[mossy-opal]

Instinct

Shuichi Iguchi x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Animal Instincts, Smut, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation

You were always so warm.

Being what he is, he was cursed with a hell of a lot more animal traits than he'd like to admit. He was always cold, always trying to stay warm. It used to be hard to do, sleeping alone without a heat lamp, that was why he played so many games. The consoles and his PC always let off plenty of heat to keep him comfortable. But ever since becoming a villain, heat was a lot harder to come by, and he'd be damned if he asked someone to cuddle with him.

But when he met you, that suddenly wasn't a problem anymore.

He liked sitting next to you, you were like a heater for him, and he never felt awkward being so close to you.

He liked playing games with you and showing you all the things he enjoyed.

He liked sitting next to you while you read to yourself.

He especially liked being able to hold onto you.

You two had an unspoken agreement, he got to use you for warmth, you got to enjoy his company. It was really nice.

It only became a little bit awkward around January. It was exceptionally cold during the months, and... Well it was also that time of the year for his kind. There weren't many lizard-quirk people, and even less of a Gecko breed specifically, so it wasn't like it was a common occurrence, much less a common practice.

Shuichi had never really gone far with anyone, most people who've tried ended up being odd-balls or weirdos, so when the time came and he started having odd dreams of you he.... Didn't know what exactly to do.

He started getting protective of you, especially around the males of the group.

He started catching small animals for you to eat, and you were thankful, but let them go.

Whenever the days would start you'd always get up and go on about your business, Shuichi close behind you to push you back into the warm bed nest, to keep you safe.

You weren't daft to it either, you knew how he felt about you, and you tried making it obvious about how you felt for him.

When the changes started, you went along with them easily, if anything you got him gifts too. Warm scarves and sweaters, and you were sure to stick close to him, so he would always know where his mate you were.

He appreciated it.

He especially appreciated you making the first official move on him.

For as long as you two were in the league, there was no need for more than just cuddling and closeness, but when you held his hand one day, in the midst of his mating season, he knew he had to mark you as his.

Permanently.

You were really, really warm.

Tight, too.

His arms wrapped around your body as he held you close to him, bucking into you as fast as possible, pressing you even further into a mating press without giving you much space to move.

His whining and pleading were matched with your moans and kisses, as you tried to hold onto him for dear life.

His breathing was quick as he fucked into you- His mate. He needed to get you full of him, needed you to take every drop of him- He'd be good for you, he'd be good for the eggs, he knew he would be. He'd protect them just like he protected you, he swore it as he bit into your shoulder. He was drooling as he kept drilling into you, almost deaf to how overstimulated you were.

You'd be fine, you could take it- He was sure you could take it. You would take every ounce of cum he'd give you, and you'd be happy too- So full of him, round with his child because you were his mate.

Your cute face covered with tears and drool, your beautiful eyes rolling into the back of your head as you arched your back against him, clenching around his cocks as he fucked himself deeper into you.

"One more- f-fuu- Just one more honey, you- You'll be the perfect mother- I kno-Oooh~ you will-aah~"

"Sh-shuichiii- T-too much- T-t-toooh~ f-fuu-full~!"

"N-nnngh~nah... S' okay... W-warm... So warm... Good... Nnngh..."

And he'd keep going, taking such good care of his perfect mate.

After all, it was only natural.

Tags: @slayersins @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @dabispreciouslittlebean @the-milk-anon @shockinglysubmissive @kelin-is-writing @elias-fable

Enjoy this short little one off, just so the Spinner fans can have some food while they wait their turn for their Sugar Baby.

#spinner x reader #shuichi iguchi #shuichi iguchi x reader #shuichi x reader #spinner smut #spinner x reader smut #shuichi smut #shuichi iguchi smut #Hope you enjoy~ #╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

[sugoi-and-spice]

Ask of me debauchery....

...and you shall fucking receive.

Step by Step: A Gecko’s Guide to Becoming a Really Bad Person

Part One

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI!!!

Summary: In which, Bully!Reader manipulates Step-Bro!Spinner sexually in increasingly demeaning ways. And eventually, he asks his good ol’ pal Tomura Shigaraki for help.

CW:  Step-brother, Dub-Con, Blackmail, Bullying, Mean Reader, Male Masturbation, Oral Sex, Spinner has two dicks, Step-cest, Monster-fucking, AU - No League of Villains

A/N: I predict people are gonna be maaaaaad about this one and I'm all for it lol

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[excerpt]

Her step-brother, Shuichi Iguchi, was a fucking loser. She knew it from the moment she saw him. And not in a prejudiced way or anything, it wasn’t because he was a heteromorph. After all, she has plenty of heteromorph friends (none quite as extreme as him, but still!)

No, it was all the other things she noticed about him when he walked into the family restaurant with his Dad the first day they met. The way he carried himself, slouching and fidgeting endlessly, unable to decide if he should cross his arms, put them in his pockets, or keep them at his side. The way he dressed, a ridiculously faded crewneck, baggy cargo pants, and a freebie League of Legends snapback that only served to further curtain his greasy long hair in his face. When she actually managed to grab a glimpse of his eyes through the locks, it was only for a second, and they were constantly shifting, dropping, unspeakably nervous.

Even in a casual setting, he looked completely out of place. He practically jumped anytime anyone asked him the most basic of questions like “how’s school”, “what do you want to drink”, “can you pass the soy sauce”. It was like he’d just been dragged out of his bedroom for the first time in five years — and she wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case.

She also wouldn’t have been surprised if this was the first time he’d ever been this close to a girl before, as he always looked especially panicked anytime he realized she was glancing at him, so she didn’t even really bother trying to talk to him that night, focussing instead on getting to know he future step-father — who seemed like an overall decent guy.

At the very least, Iguchi seemed to understand his status well. When she entered high school — the same one as him — he didn’t try to walk with her to or from school, didn’t try and talk to her, basically pretended like they didn’t even know each other, which she appreciated. She would’ve hated to have to be a bitch and tell him to get lost in front of all her new high school friends and potentially be reprimanded by her Mom to prove a point (of course, she would’ve if she had to).

Yes, her new step-brother was a fucking loser, someone she wouldn’t be caught dead talking to, let alone spending any meaningful time with in public. 

And yet somehow, she was completely infatuated with him.

She loved the way his skin looked, the different viridescent shades it took on depending on what angle or lighting she saw it in. She loved even more the way it felt, the times when his hands brushed against hers when he handed her a bowl or she bumped shoulders with him, cool and impossibly smooth with a texture so different from her own. She’d wanted to run her hand across every inch of it, to feel every difference. Just imagining it pressing and rubbing all across her own body had her gasping into her pillow for hours.

She didn’t know how the fuck it happened. It would’ve been great if she did, because maybe she could make it unhappen then. But nope, the harder she tried to understand it, the further away the answer seemed to get.

Maybe it was because he was so different from her or anyone else she would ever actually consider dating. Had their parents not gotten married, she never would’ve let herself give Iguchi the time of day. But within the walls of this family home, she was able to enjoy and explore him to her heart’s content. She was inquisitive by nature. Her friends called it sadistic, but she saw it as just wanting to see how far she could take things. And the desire to do so to Shuichi Iguchi was no different. He was so sweet and so shy, so eager to please or be invisible to everyone around him.

She wanted to see where that ended, what exact buttons she could press to get him to actually snap at her.

It started with little things at first, innocent things. Asking him to do her chores, her homework, even her shopping, yet he could never say no to her. Not even when she asked him to go buy her a set of lacy lingerie she was wanting. He actually fucking did it — handing the little pink boutique bag out to her without looking her in the eye, his skin flushed all the way down to his neck. Oh, she knew then that he was going to be fun . 

That with him, she could really get… creative.

Flirting with him shamelessly, hanging out on his bed in nothing but a pair of panties and a tank top she’d stolen from him while he played video games, throwing her legs over his lap during family movie nights, pretending she didn’t notice how warm and fidgety it made him while she continued to move her calves back and forth across his crotch.

There came a point when she thought that maybe the guy was just unbreakable, that he really didn’t have a single impure thought about her in his head and that this wasn’t a game, but just an infuriating (not to mention insulting ) exercise in futility. 

But then, late one night, through the thin wall they shared, she heard it. The sound of flesh against flesh, muffled grunts.

Her name, breathy but distinctive, on his tongue. 

Shuichi Iguchi, her dear, perfectly behaved, and endlessly timid older step-brother, was in his bed, jacking off. 

Imagining her .

And it wasn’t a one time incident either. She listened closely in the following days, and discovered that it was a nightly occurrence, that she was a nightly occurrence to him. And it wasn’t long before she joined him in his fantasizing, spending night after night pressed as close into the wall as she could get, imagining that that stupid piece of plaster dividing their beds was gone, as she fingered herself to sleep.

It should’ve gotten easier after that, she should’ve been able to extend her patience knowing that it was an actual possibility now. But if anything, it made the burn within her even worse, knowing that it was so close yet so far out of reach. She didn’t just want this, she fucking needed this. But it’s not like she could let him know that. She couldn’t let him think that she wanted it, that she wanted him . She needed it to seem like mercy. 

She needed to have the upperhand.

So, she started setting traps. Things she could use against him, to get him into the palm of her hand, a place where he didn’t say no just because he didn’t want to say no, but so that he couldn’t say no. She asked him to get things from her room and left sex toys out, wore skimpier and skimpier outfits that she could catch him staring at her in, left her phone out so that he could read her lewd messages to other boys at school. 

Yet still, nothing.

Iguchi didn’t step a single clawed toe out of line outside of the four walls of his bedroom. He was the perfectly polite older brother that she knew and hated to love.

It wasn’t until she wasn’t even trying to trap him that he finally took the bait. 

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[nights-legacy]

Lover Lost? - Spinner x Reader

Main Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ MHA #2

Requested by @iolite19 ~ I hope you like it! This is the first time I've written for him.

1692 words

Warnings: mentions of death, torture, depression, illusions to insanity.

Readers Quirk- angel healing. Can heal any injury no matter how severe, but it only works on themselves. They can't heal other people.

+ After being kidnapped by the LOV for your quirk, Spinner gets the job of making sure you don't die. Overtime, you and Spinner get close against the odds. Feelings start to develop. Then disaster strikes. Spinner starts to blame himself and falls into a depression. He believes he's going insane by seeing your ghost, but things aren't what they seem it would seem.

I struggled against the metal chains that kept me to the chair. The bag over my head kept me from seeing anything but I knew they were quirk canceling cuffs on the chains. I couldn't use my quirk to heal the wounds I could feel on my head.

"Dammit." I muttered and let my head fall back in defeat. The room was silent and cold. I think I dozed off because I was jerked awake when the bag was Jerked off. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision. There were multiple people standing in front of me.

"Bout time you woke Up." One of them mumbled. I finally recognized the people in front of me as the League of Villains.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I asked.

"We want your quirk." Shigaraki rasped.

"Well you can't have it." I glared.

"We weren't asking." He snapped. I rolled my eyes.

"They're spicy. I like them." Toga smiled sinisterly. I grimaced a little.

"My quirk is not useful to you or your cause." I simply stated.

"As I said.I still stand by my point that they're Angelic healing quick is of no use." I looked to see a man with a with a gecko quirk standing against the side wall. I recognized him as spinner.

"And I said it was. We could use it to heal our people after fights with the damn heroes." Shigaraki turned.

"My quirk can't heal others. Only myself." I said. Spinner nodded.

"As I said. I do the research."

"Then we alter it." Shigaraki turned and grabbed my chin harshly. "Whether you like it or not."

"Screw off."

"Brat." He roughly removed his hand. "Since you know then, you get to take care of them, Spinner." Shigaraki spat as he and the others left. Spinner glared after them. He scoffed and walked over grumbling.

"Sorry." I said softly. He gave me a confused look. "For them not listening to you. And for having to take care of me."

"Don't worry about it. I'm used to them not listening. Sometimes I don't know why I stay with these guys." He said as he walked over to the corner of the room. He filled a cup with water.

"What? Being a Villain?" I asked. He chuckled.

"No. The League's perspective on villainry is not so noble. They want to get rid of all heroes, saying all are dishonorable. I agree with Stain's approach." He held up the cup. I nodded and he helped me a drink.

"Thank you." He walked towards the exit.

"I'll bring you some food later."

"Hey Spinner." I called. He looked over his shoulder. "I agree that the false heroes shouldn't be heroes but I still think any villainry is bad." I said. He stood there for a second before nodding. He left.

~~

Time passed and I refused Shigaraki everytime. He started to get even more violent. Using his quirk on me, Dabi using his quirk an me, and so on. Spinner took care of me everytime. Cleaning me up and attending to my wounds since I couldn't use my quirk. As a result, we talked a lot and grew close.

I found out more about his ideals. I learned of his loyalty to the LOV and his valves to his comerades even if their ideals didn't coienside. Without him say it though, I could tell he was struggling with finding out who he really was.

"And then they called my mutant. Can't they come up with something new? I mean there are brats at UA that look even stronger than me!" He exclaimed as he finished cleaning the wound on my arm.

"Well that was rude." I said. "You look awesome." He paused and looked up at me.

"You're not put off by my Looks?"

"No. Gecko's are cool. Plus, it gives you awesome agilities right?" He nodded. "See. Cool."

"Huh. Thanks.”

*Time Skip*

I laughed as Spinner imitated how some of the lackeys acted on some of their first missions. I munched on the granola bars he did given me.

"You're kidding me! What scardy cats." I laughed. He nodded before coming and sitting next to me by the wall. He let me out of the chair now but the cuffs stayed on. He sot his head on my shoulder. I held out the granola bor to take a bite. He chomped a bite.

"They really sour the mood on missions." He grabbed a bottle of water a took a drink. I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"I'm not looking foreward to sleeping in that Chair."

"Well..." He sat up and glanced at the door. "I don't have to leave yet. You can use my lap as a pillow. If you want I mean."

"Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Okay."

"Come on." I shifted and laid down, setting my head in his lap. "Comfortable?"

"Yes." I closed my eyes. I relaxed. After a few minutes of silence, I felt his hand barely brush my hair. when I didn't react, he did it again only a little more. In no time he was running his hand through my hair, playing with it. "Thank you, Spinner."

"Shuichi Iguchi. That'smy real name." He smiled. I returned and sat up.

"Thank you, Shuichi." I laid back down.

"Y-you're welcome, Y/N." He set his other hand on my stomach. "I promise I'll you safe. No matter what."

*Another Time Skip*

"Stop please!" I yelled as Shigaraki held tight to my arm, the indescribable pain coursing through my vains. He only held tighter and stared at me with daggers in his eyes. He then yelled throwing my arm away.

"This is useless!" He screamed. He walked towards the door. "Get rid of them! They're useless!" He looked at Dabi.

"Sure thing." He smiled wickedly and advanced on me. I struggled with nowhere to go.

3rd POV

Later that night, Spinner returned to the hideout and went to check on Y/N but paused when they weren't there. He looked around the room thoroughly. He went to Shiggy quickly.

"Oh we disposed of. They became useless."

"Disposed?" Spinner had to hold back the stutter in his voice.

"Dead." Spinner didn't remember leaving the room. He stumbled into his room, closing the door. Silent tears ran down his face. He could feel his heart crumble in his chest. Thoughts plagued his mind. What if he hadn't of left today? What if he had convinced them to give up their quirk? What if he had gotten them out of here when he had the chance? He was going down hill fast.

As days passed, he went further and further downhill. He had to keep it under wraps around everyone else since they didn't know about them. He felt numb and in pain all at of the same time. He even started to feel crazy when he thought he "saw" Y/N.

He was out with Dabi & Toga, casing out a potential hit for the League. He was leaning against the wall of the alley, staring at the ground and kicking a rock. He could hear Dabi and Toga chattering but a sound of the third person starting his way. He looked at the other end of the alley.

"Y/N?" He muttered when he saw their familiar form. It was weird though. Their form was barely there, almost wispy but he could see them. He stared until he had to blink. When he reopened his eyes, they were gone.

"Spinner? What are you doing?" Toga called.

"Nothing, Nothing." He shook his head. The hope that had quickly sprouted in his chest was blasted away painfully.

The next time was when he was sitting in the room Y/N was being held in. He was sitting against the wall on the far side of the room from the chair. He was absentmindedly staring at his boots. He hadn't been able to focus on anything today so he slipped into the room to avoid suspicion.

"Fuck, how could I let this happen?" He muttered. He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He was trying stop the tears. "Dammit!"

He threw the cup he had in his hand across the room. He froze when he saw Y/N sitting in the chair. They were sitting there lifeless, like they had just been killed.

"No!" He covered his face. He was breathing heavily. After, a minute, he peaked between his fingers and there was no one there. The dust on the chair wasn't even disturbed. He went limp against the wall. He felt more tears coming on. "Fuck..."

It only gets worse. Spinner starts to thinks Y/N is haunting him. He couldn't blame them honestly. He already blamed himself for their death but he was sure that they were torturing him. Blaming him for not being there to save them. He officially thought he was going insane.

Spinner laid in the middle of the floor after about 2 months. He couldn't believe it had already been that long. He didn't care though. None of it mattered without them. He was stuck in his own head when a warm hand cupped his face and he instantly felt relief. His eyes cracked open and he saw Y/N standing over him. He wanted to groan at the sight, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him again but the touch threw him off. He's never been able to touch their ghost before, no matter how many times he tried. He cold feel their skin, the warmth, and he could even feel the tiniest bit of a pulse.

"Y/N?" He asked confused, pusing up onto his elbows. Y/N knelt next to him and smiled. “Is this real?”

"Hello, love."

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[nonobadcat]

In Your Hands: Spinner x GN!Reader Drabble

Rating: PG-16 - Generally wholesome with a light praise kink but contains innuendo and mentions of bedroom wear

Timeline: Just before the Overhaul arc, when the LOV is still in hiding post Bakugo rescue

Word Count: 1.5k

"To-ga! Quit squirming!"

"But it tickles soooo much!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

She whined, kicking her feet like a child. "Ohmigosh no! Please don't stop!"

Your voice fell into a hushed purr. "Then be good for me, okay Toga-chan?"

Toga's giggle that damn near glittered in the air. "Anything for you ♡."

Sitting on an old dusty crate, Spinner's eye twitched. He hunched over, burying his burning cheeks in his red scarf. "Will you guys cut it out?!"

Magne flicked her wrist, blowing on her fresh, manicure before flashing Spinner a knowing smirk. "Jealous, much?"

He thrust a shaking green finger at Magne. "T-that's not the problem and you all know it!"

"Oh?" Magne teased, using her wrist to smooth her red hair behind one ear. "Do we now?"

Kneeling on some old rags to soften the hard warehouse floor, you shifted to let some blood back into your tingling toes. Your fingers still delicately curled around her soft hand, turning it into the thin light that drifted through the cracks in the old glass. Eyes level with Toga's chest, you threaded the brush back into the nail polish bottle before the next drip could escape. "I can do your nails next if you want."

"Spinner," Toga called, flicking her free hand at the woman next to her. "Use your wizard powers to make Magne's nails dry faster so the dust doesn't ruin them."

"I'm not that old!" he roared back.

Magne smirked before muttering under her breath. "Interesting that that's the part you chose to deny..."

Toga cackled. As her hand shook with laugher, she bounced the brush against her knuckle. Baby pink paint flooded her cuticle.

You groaned reaching for a bamboo stick to scoop out the excess. "Toga! Seriously!"

"So~rry..." she apologized without a hint of remorse before pointing at Magne. "It's her fault."

Magne casually threw up her hands. "I won't deny that."

You could head Spinner's teeth grinding across the room. He glared at the warehouse door. "When the hell is everyone getting back?!" he demanded, checking his wristwatch. "They were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!"

"Find some chill. I'm sure they'll be back soon," you called, twisting the cap back on the bottle. Blindly groping across the selections beside you frowned. "Hey, Spinner, can you pass me the one that says: 'top coat'?"

"Make Magne do it!"

Magne waved her fingers at him. "My hands are wet."

Stuffing his fists into his pants pocket, Spinner spat out a irritated noise before stalking over to your group. Red eyes searched the small cluster of options resting on the wobbly cardboard box you'd turned into a makeshift table. Plucking the one labeled "Seche Vite" from the group, he twisted off the black cap and sneezed. Eyes watering, he thrust the bottle at you. "That stuff stinks!"

You nodded, blotting the brush off on the bottle's neck. "Yeah, but it's the best one."

"Beauty knows no pain," Magne explained with a shrug.

Shoving his nose into the the crook of his arm, Spinner flopped onto the nearest crate. He narrowed his eyes, watching as you fanned Toga's fingers wide. Each delicate stroke of the slippery gloss spilled across the curve of her nail. The tip of your tongue darted out of the corner of your mouth as you leaned to one side. As the edge of your pointer shifted down the length of her middle finger, Toga bit her lip to fight the giggle.

Your lashes drifted low as a gentle smile split your lips. "Good girl," you praised.

Spinner's adam's apple bobbed. He shifted in his seat with a grimace.

Catty yellow eyes curled with naughty glee. "Do Spinner's next."

"Mhmm," you hummed, pinching your lip between your teeth. "Give me one second."

Above your head, Toga flashed him a snitty grin. "What color do you want?"

Spinner glared at her. "Unlike some people, I have better things to do than get a manicure."

"Bullshit," Magne declared, grabbing the darkest color you had. She wagged it at him. "This one."

"Daddy-and-I-don't-talk black?" Toga sneered. "Dabi will be jealous."

Magne hummed, inspecting the thick fluid with renewed interest. "You think?"

"Please," you groaned, blowing away a stray hair from Toga's pinky. "Anyone with that many piercings is obviously mad at their dad." You nodded to the girl above you. "All done. Give it fifteen before you touch things."

"Hooray!" Toga bounced off the box, sticking her tongue out. "You're next Spinner."

Rolling triceps tensed like the strain of the world was crushing his shoulders. "I—" Spinner swallowed. "I'm fine."

You rolled your eyes and patted the perch before you. "Come on."

With all the speed of a turtle, Spinner slunk over and took his place in front of you.

Without hesitation, you gabbed his hand, lifting it up to inspect his nails. Perfectly almond shaped and clean, you admired their smooth, ghost grey color. "Oh my gosh, Spinner. You have super pretty nails!"

"Huh?" Blood rushed to his face, staining his green skin an irrational shade of pastel pink. [1] "Oh... I never thought about it."

Your grinned. "These are going to look awesome. Makes me wish I had a matte top coat." You sighed wistfully. "Oh well, glossy finish will make them look like midnight water. It'll still be cool. I promise."

"Um..." He scratched his cheek. "I guess I'm in your hands then."

"Kay!" You reached to the pot of skin oil, dabbing the tiny brush over his cuticles. "Ugh. I'm super jealous of your deep nail beds! I barely need to to push these back."

As you worked the tissue with gentle strokes, Spinner's spine snapped straight as a steel rod. Your thumb slipped across his sweaty palm, resting on the bumpy edge between the scattered scales. He gritted his teeth, looking away from you.

Laying his hand back on his knee, you leaned over, the edge of your chest brushing him as you grabbed the rubbing alcohol. A sharp inhale rattled through Spinner's beak. By the time you had his fingers back in your grasp, his purple hair stood on end. He closed his eyes, focusing on the cold swipe of the cotton pad against his heated skin.

"Are you okay?"

He squinted down at you only to have his lungs cease tight. Below soft lashes, curious eyes stared up into his. Oh man... The sight of you holding his hand as you sat nestled between his knees—

"Fine," Spinner squeaked, fanning himself with stale air. "J-just a little warm."

You cocked your head, examining the bare skin just above his arm wraps. You squeezed his hand. "Hey... can I ask you a personal question?"

"W—" He cleared his throat. "What is your question?"

"Do you get goosebumps?"

He blinked before shaking his head. "Um... No. I don't have hair anywhere but my head so—"

All at once, your eyes drifted down to the seam of his pants. Time stopped. His pulse throbbed in his ears. Were you really looking at his—?

Your gaze dashed back to his as you fixed him with a nonchalant smile. "Oh, I see. That makes sense then."

The edges of Spinner's vision sparkled grey as his life flashed before his eyes. While you unscrewed the cap, he scrunched his eyes shut.

'Naked Moonfish. Think of naked Moonfish!' he commanded himself.

While the tiny brush caressed his nail with sticky basecoat, his blood simmered. Despite his best efforts, it was impossible to imagine the cannibalistic villain sans leather bondage gear. Instead, easy images of you body, barely covered in black mesh, shoved themselves to the forefront of his mind. The swell of your chest filled his imagination, begging his thoughts to turn to pebbled peaks just below the filmy, flimsy fabric.

"Do you want to ask me anything?"

He jolted at the sound of your voice. "What?!"

"In return for my question. Did you want to ask me anything?"

'Do you prefer leather or lace?' his brain screamed.

"I..." He gulped. "Can't think of anything right now."

'Well, anything aside from you on my mattress.'

Unable to hear the silent addition to his anwser, you carred on with your work. For two long, hard minutes, your hands danced from one finger to the next, working their way across his body until his pants were too tight to breath. Finally, he gasped for air as you set aside the clear bottle. As you strained to grab the black, he barely caught your next words.

"Might want to think of something, or I'll just keep asking you things instead."

He forced a laugh. "What? Are we playing a game now?"

You smirked at his hand, laying the first thick stripe of color. "Do you want me to play with you, pretty boy?"

Thud.

Half an hour later, when the rest of the league returned to the warehouse, they found three things:

Spinner's nails, perfectly coated in ink colored polish

Magne, and Toga, quietly trying to stifle their laughter.

A comatose Spinner, his mouth still foaming like he'd swallowed poison, laying cheek-to-thigh across your lap while you slowly stroked his hair.

[1] Am I the only one who doesn't understand how green skin blushes pink? Oh well...

@shig-a-shig-ah @castershellwrites - Remember when I threatened that Femdom Spinner piece like a year ago? This is what happened to it.

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[rose-riot-johnson]

Hey, My Tumblr Peeps, today I decided to work on a fanfic of a different My Hero Academia character, and I don't recall seeing many fanfics pertaining him in it. I may have seen 1 to a few fanfics with this particular character in it, so for any1 who's a fan of non other than My Hero Academia's very own, Shuichi Iguchi, who's also known by his villain name Spinner🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎

🦎The Only One Who Truly Cares About My Happiness🦎 ((Adult) Spinner (aka, his real name Shuichi Iguchi)) x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Angst and Possible Fluff (Warning ⚠️: Bullying, Language, and depending on the reader's imagination)

When you were a child, you were bullied because of (stuff you were born with (to the reader's imagination of what the reader was born with)) and you couldn't help that, which wasn't your fault. You felt as always no one was going to save you (nor protect you) from being bullied, then that one fateful day, the unusual happened. You didn't know at first however on your way home there was a lizard like, child who was following you and you weren't sure if he is trying to follow you without you knowing, however for whatever reason, you basically kept walking until you bumped into the leader of the bullies.

You tried apologizing for bumping into (him/her/them), however as it turned out the leader of the bullies actually intended on blocking your usual walkway to walk on your way home. As ((s)he/they) was about to punch you, that same lizard like, child grabbed the leader's hand, then kicked (him/her/them) in the back of one of the legs, long enough for you to find and ally way to hide in. As it turned out, the lizard like, child hid in the same ally way as you did.

When you first saw him, instead of running away, or harming him, or name calling him, your first reaction was, "I'm not sure why you were following me, however I'm glad you saved me from a beating I was about to receive from (bully's name), and if it wasn't for you, I probably would have ended up in the hospital or probably found dead somehow. And you're the first one who actually protected and even saved me, because no one else ever has, not even when they see me get beat up and bullied, no one else gave a damn, because of I was born with (something the reader was born with to the reader's imagination).". You then continued, "As you can see, when people found out what I was born with, they just wanted to make my life worser and I was treated horribly for this.". The lizard like child was shocked about every word you said, as he replied, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. No one deserves to be treated like this just because of what they're born with. As you can see I was treated horribly for what I was born to look like as well, to the point where I would have to stay hidden alot, then I thought no one would be out there in the rain so here we are now. What I did was out of instinct I guess.".

He then introduced himself, "Anyways, my name is Shuichi Iguchi. What's your name, friend?". You were so happy that he called you friend, which made you felt he was the first friend you had ever had, so you decided to reply, "Well, Shuichi Iguchi, my name is (Any Gender Reader Name). It's nice to meet you.", then you continued, "Since you're the first friend I ever had, would it be alright, if I can call you, Spinner? Since you did an usual good deed for me and I'm saved, protected and cared about for once, I figured since no matter which paths we both take even separate paths, I still rather be by your side and I also figured I'd ask." He then blushed with a slight smile, as he said, "Well, I appreciate your kindness towards me, so I guess you can call Spinner from here now on.". Then after that day you and Spinner went your separate ways, until next time you and Spinner both see eachother again one day.

A decade or longer went by came when you and Spinner saw eachother, you saw him doing what it seems like villain work and you actually found it awesome. Once Spinner got done with his villain work, he notices you looked familiar, and then admitted that you recognized him just through his lizard like, skin. Tough he did worry you'd be upset about it the way he was apologizing to you, especially about being part of The League of Villains, while it became obvious eversince after he saved you, he did have a crush on you obviously, and you're always precious to him, eversince that day you and Spinner met eachother for the first and only) time, during your childhood with him. You assured him that you're happy for him. You thought it was cool of him, especially if he is a villain, especially part of the League of Villains.

So you and Spinner decided to exchange contact information (cellphone number, social media accounts, mailing address, etc...), so both you and Spinner can keep in touch with eachother. So whenever Spinner isn't doing any villain work and you're not busy with anything (job, or family or gathering, or etc... (Or other things the reader may need to do)), you and Spinner both make plans on meeting up, wheather it's going on dates, you hanging out with Spinner where he hid alot, and other things you and Spinner enjoy doing together. You just had so much fun with the first friend you had ever had. Well that's also the beginning of your relationship with Spinner as well.

One day, on your way home from one of your date times with Spinner, as both you and Spinner had exchange confessions with eachother and had meaningful conversations with eachother, then when you were halfway home, you decided to hug and then kiss, Spinner. He was shocked about it at first, because he never thought anyone could ever love him, or even love him back, however since he realized how precious he is to you, he decided to reply with a hug and kiss back. Then both you and Spinner said your goodbyes and mentioned about planning for another date time with eachother.

Once you got home, your parents were at the the kitchen table holding letters you had from Spinner and the letters you started writing to Spinner (that you were going to finish), as both of them gave you a look of disapproval. Your mom said, "(Any Gender Reader Name), you're not allowed to write letters to this ,"Spinner" character nor allowed to see him anymore.". You then replied, "You can't be telling me "it's because of he's a villain!", being the reason why, mom!". Your Dad then said, "No, it's not. It's because he likes video games, what he looks like, and what you're born with! That's why!". You then shouted, "You don't understand! He saved me from a beat down (bully's name) was going to give me, when I was a damn child. He's the only one who protected me, unlike anyone else, because all these other times I was bullied no one gave a damn about me! He's the only one who truly cares about me!". Your Dad then replied, "Do we look like we care about wheather or not this lizard boy gives a damn about you! In life you need to dig for gold! Not dig for gamers, and lizards, including the lizards who make you happy!". "Are you trying to put in my fucken head that I have to be a gold digger and be in relationships for money and with those who make you happy and not those who love me?!", Your mom then butted in then said, "Your father's right. Your relationship with this creature is out of the question and starting tomorrow, we will be putting a camera on you and also, your father and I will be find a rich man with tons of money who actually not green and is normal looking to us! Now go to your room!". You decided to get on your way to your room, however before you went into your room you shouted, "Well, mom and dad! This gamer, green, lizard is more human than both of you and the vast majority of the people I had ever met or known ever will be!!", then you proceeded to shut the door and as much as you wanted to slam your door, you resisted the urge, because you know slamming the door will only make things worse.

After you went inside your room, an unfortunate events you overheard your parents conversation then you quietly peaked through your door to find out they have an ash tray out that they seem to have freshly bought, as you noticed that both of your parents were burning every letter Spinner sent you and every unfinished letter you planned on writing to Spinner, as they put all these letters on top of the ash tray. You were furious and lost faith in both of your parents. You basically have no one in your world to trust now, especially when it comes to your relationship with Spinner.

You then decided to text Spinner that you don't want runaway from home. Luckily your parents don't know that you gave him in you social media contact nor do they know you have his cellphone number in your contacts. Once Spinner received the message you sent him, he was confused as he replied to your text message as he texted "Why?". You saw his question in the text message, so you decided to explain everything that happened after you got home. After he saw the message you sent him, he understood and texted you, assuring you that he understands.

So, after your parents left to go shopping for a camera to put on you, you managed to sneak out of the house, to make your escape. However before you continue your escape, you took everything that meant something to you and every little item you need with you. You then decided to use your parents lighter that they used to burn your unfinished letters to Spinner and his letters to you, to burn the house with for you to get your revenge on your parents, then tossed that lighter in that house you're burning up. After that you continued your escape from there.

Spinner then texted you to ask, if you needed help escaping, then you texted him about being able to escape with no trouble due to your parents camera shopping and about meeting up at an arcade to hide in, so you and Spinner can lay low for a while. Spinner agreed, as he did what you suggested to him in a text message. After your parents got home, the house was completely burnt down and they were furious about it. They had to find another city to live in, because they rather move on from the fact that the house was burnt down, however they never figured out how the house was burnt down.

As months went by you and Spinner decided to have a wedding together. As you can tell the members of the League of Villains (Twice, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Mr. Compress, and Shigaraki) were at the wedding as they're happy for Spinner and you both. Before the wedding was thought of he told all of the League of Villains members about how he met you and that he used "Spinner" as his his villain name, which even came to Shigaraki's surprise. When it comes to Spinner's relationship with you, Shigaraki only cares about the face that you and Spinner are both happy. And what a happy wedding both you and Spinner had.

Neither you nor Spinner had ever imagined the relationship between you and Spinner would even happen nor a wedding, however the relationship that you and Spinner are in basically made both of your life and Spinner's life better and your wedding with Spinner has definitely made both you and Spinner feel special just as much as you and Spinner both make eachother feel special in general. It was definitely an amazing ending for both you and Spinner.

🦎The End🦎

Anyways, my Tumblr Peeps🦎To be honest, I have been wanting to write about Spinner for atleast a few months, however I wanted to makesure the time feels right, on how to go about writing about him, and plenty of other stuff, before I do go about writing about him🦎For fun, I figured I'd write about that's pretty much not cannon at all origin behind the Spinner villain name, even tough I write alot of things that aren't cannon in my fanfics🦎I honestly just felt interested in having the reader ask to call him Spinner during the reader's and his childhood, even tough the reader and Spinner would wait years until meeting eachother again🦎 Anyways my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed reading this fanfic with Spinner in it, as much as I enjoyed working on this Spinner fanfic🦎🦎🦎🦎🦎

Note: Since I got this fanfic written down, and there an interesting topic that caught my attention earlier today, so I will be deciding which character who I haven't written about yet, to write about for my next fanfic that I plan on starting, before I actually start it...🤔👀😁👍

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[blurbios]

Being Spinner's Doting S/O

warnings: food mention, cursing

other: gn! reader, fluff

part 4 of League of Villains' Doting S/O

For Shuichi being with you was the best thing in the world, every second spent with you was his own personal heaven. He adored you, he had no clue how he managed to get you to date him, part of him thinks it’s part of some elaborate joke. You made him nervous, he had it ingrained in his brain that no matter how long the two of you were together, you’d still fill his stomach with butterflies. You guys had the day off, you expected him to be busy with Shigaraki playing whatever new rpg came out recently, but to your surprise he walked into your room. “Hey, what do you want for breakfast? Twice is going on a food run.” 

“A bagel maybe?” You weren’t that hungry yet,, but you both knew you’d be hungry by the time Twice got back. 

“Coffee too?” He knew you never went a morning without it.

“Yes, please!” You smiled and he went to relay the message. You turned on your pc and opened up Steam, you wanted to find something to keep you busy for the day. There was a sale on co-op games and you excitedly scrolled through trying to find something that you could get Shuichi to play with you at some point. You knew he’d play anything if you pouted enough, but you wanted to find something that he would actually enjoy. You thought about getting Overcooked, but it looked like it would get old quick, so you settled on It Takes Two. You began the download and walked out to the common room where you heard everyone’s voices. You saw Twice and Toga divvying up all the food and went to stand next to Spinner. You wrapped your arms around one of his and placed your head on his shoulder. Had he been able to blush, his face would’ve been bright red. He was used to you clinging to him, but not in front of everyone. 

“Get a fucking room.” Dabi said as he made his way back to his room to eat his meal. You saw Shuichi’s eyes drop, you didn’t know what to do in the moment. Luckily, Twice handed you two your food, so you didn’t have to do anything but grab it. Usually you would eat with everyone, but you wanted to be solely with your boyfriend. He raised an eyebrow when you walked away from the table, you tilted your head towards your room to signal him. You placed down your coffee and bagel and proceeded to clear off the rest of the desk to make room for Spinner. You put on the newest release of his favorite anime to watch as you ate, a happy little hum came from him. 

“This is really good, how’s your bagel?”

“It’s good! And the coffee isn’t too sweet.”

“I did a good job remembering then?”

“Of course you did.” You smiled at him.

Once you were both done eating and the episode ended, you broke the silence. “You know he’s a douche, right?”

“Huh?”

“Dabi. Don’t let him upset you.” 

He didn’t notice at the time that his face showed it. “I know, but he still bothers me. Why is he like that all the time, doesn’t he get tired of it?”

“The day Dabi stops being a dick is the day I win the lottery.” This reply earned you a laugh from Spinner. “Are you and Shigs going to play anything today or do I actually get my boyfriend to myself?”

“All you have to do is ask. You know I’d rather be in here with you than in his mess of a room.”

“Yeah, but you like those games a lot.”

“Not more than I like you.” You hid your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment caused by his cheesy remark. “Hey, let me see that smile.” You met his gaze and saw a small pout on his lips, it made you laugh. 

“I bought It Takes Two, that’s why I asked.”

“And you want to play it with your favorite person, don’t you?”

“Oh shut up and grab a controller, loser.” You said, lightly shoving his head. He got up to get it and you stood in front of your chair. You motioned for him to sit in it and so he did. You positioned yourself in his lap and booted up the game. He wrapped his arms around you, holding the controller in your lap. “I love you, Shuichi.” 

“Love you too.” You could hear the smile on his face. He was over the moon, you’re all he could ever dream of and there you were in his arms, choosing to spend your must needed day of rest with him of all people. It was a perfect day and neither of you would have it any other way.

a/n: my little lizard man ! also maybe i wrote about It Takes Two because my friends refuse to play with me, mind your business </3

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[plush-rabbit]

League of Villains + Sick S/O

Request: Hi Plush I am really sick right now and I need me some love. So may I request a sick S/O who is more concerned with the league’s health more than her own and they start to catch on to this? I also really love your work!! And I hope you're having a good day!

A/N: There are multiple sick people in this headcanon!!

Bubaigawara Jin:

Jin has been sick before, and he’s always toughed it out- taken the random pills prescribed- or stolen most times- drank ginger ale, and ate soup. All the remedies told to him by the internet, but when you’re constantly in fear of hurting yourself due to the fear of not being yourself, stress is always present and leads the sickness to be worse than they should be. Most of the time, he usually goes on until he’s unable to breathe due to congestion or until he passes out and his body forces him to rest. 

This time, his sickness isn’t as bad as it was many times before. It’s a bit of sniffles and a cough that sounds wet with phlegm, but nothing that can’t be taken care of with some over the counter medicine once the initial grogginess fades. Of course, this time with his sickness, he has you around, and he has forgotten just how nice it was to be taken care of. When he wakes up with a stuffy nose and a headache, he already knows that today is going to be a sick day, and the only thing that gives him away is the fact that when he coughs, it’s loud enough to give you a fright. 

Almost immediately, you make him sit back down on the bed, your hands coming to cup his cheeks, and he looks up at you with heavy bags under his eyes. His cheeks must be flushed with how hot his face feels and yet, you still put the back of your hand against his forehead, tutting and muttering about how hot he is. He doesn’t have it in him to make any comments about what you’ve just said and instead watches as you look through the nightstand in hopes of finding a thermometer. You come up empty handed, and before you can speak, he yawns, tears in the corner of his eyes and body feeling as if the blood and bones in him were replaced with lead. You coo his name softly and walk back towards him. Your hand places itself on the swell of his breast, your soft push more than enough to make him fall back into bed. 

With you around, it makes being sick so easy. You bring him all that he needs, and he gets to rest his head on your lap and have you play with his hair. His eyes are closed, and your fingers are threaded through his hair, playing with the short strands when he hears you muffle a cough. It sounds awful, and he stays still, rationalizing that you probably just swallowed wrong, but you do it again, and he lifts himself up, bones aching in response and arms feeling like jelly. He means it in the best way possible, but you’ve looked better. Your face has a tint to it, and your eyes are half lidded, unable to stay open as he looks at you, his hand goes to brush at your cheek and he can feel how clammy you are. You’re sick- far worse than he is, and he’s just resting on your lap as you've been waiting on him.

Of course, you’d be sick when he was finally being taken care of, but then that thought feels mean. You’ve been taking care of him, and his sickness isn’t anything more than a common cold. He’s taken care of himself countless times, he can handle a little cough when you look like you’re unable to keep yourself awake. The back of his hand presses against your forehead like you did to his, and he can feel the warmth seep into his hand. You look awful and you must feel awful, and yet, you kept it a secret to take care of him. Jin leans over to kiss where his hand once was, the fever warming a section of him. While he may not be the caretaker that you are, he certainly takes after you. He’s giving in all sorts of ways, making doubles to go and tend to any need that you may have that requires him to leave your side. He was clingy before, and he’ll stay clingy. He isn’t fond of leaving you alone for too long if he can help it. 

Dabi:

You’ve always held somewhat of a parental personality around the rest of the League. Whether it’s because that’s just your nature or you were the most put together out of the rest, Dabi isn’t exactly sure. He watches as you flutter around, trying to find whatever it was that was requested of you. That’s all that he does- watch. It’s not all of the League who take advantage, but some certainly do. The youngest member is most guilty of doing just that- relishing in your parental care, wanting to keep all your attention on her, and holding onto you with a firm grip when she happens to get hurt in battle; even if it is just a scratch, a tiny flesh wound that only needs a bandaid to help from getting infected. It always puts a mean look on his face- furrowed brows, hunched shoulders and hands fisted in his pockets. 

There’s been a nasty cold floating around the city and even though he and the others usually stay inside, you and Mr. Compress have made it your shared goal of going out and collecting items needed. It would only make sense that whatever was infecting the city, had seeped into you and spread the cold to the inhabitants of the once abandoned hotel. It all starts off with a cough that has everyone eyeing the victim, and then it spreads to restless nights and time spent over the toilet purging the helpless soul of all its contents. The latter that had helped you with “shopping” has also fallen ill, leaving you to go out and collect what is needed. 

Miraculously, he has remained uninfected- you’ve joked that despite his poor hygiene, his quirk must be helpful in aiding a boost in his immune system. That comment had him giving you a stern look that only made you laugh. The rest of the League has fallen ill, and while no one expects Dabi to do more than place the medicine in the bedside table, you of course, do more. The rest rely on you, and you spend your time caring for each if allowed. Of course, they start to take advantage of that- moaning about how their head hurts, or that their muscles are sore. It’s late in the night when you creep back into the room, and collapse onto the bed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself with the wrinkled blanket. He thinks nothing of it, too deep in sleep to wake up, but only able to toss an arm around you, heat coursing through your back.

Everyone else has had the time to rest- been able to stay in a room and be coddled by you. The restless nights have finally ceased, and everyone sleeps in. He wakes up with a strain, vision still unfocused with sleep. He turns to you, and his hand lifts to caress at your cheek, the only bit of intimacy that he can offer this early in the morning. His eyes widen at the contact- you’re warm- far too warm than you usually are. His hand pulls away, and he knows that you’re sick- for who knows how long- perhaps when you first started to do run with Mr. Compress. And then the realization hits that you’ve been taking care of the others and you hardly had anytime to actually rest. You’ve been wearing yourself thin these past few days, far too short bursts of rest that litter between the day couldn’t be enough for you to actually rest and regain your energy. 

Dabi lifts himself up, and rummages through the room, and all the noise that he makes must wake you. He feels a pang of guilt when you croak out his name, and when he turns to you, you look away from him, grabbing at the discarded blanket and twisting the loose thread around your index. You sound sick, and you must know that. He wonders if that’s why you always wake up before him. You’re sick, he says outloud, and you don’t rebuttal it, you only shrug your shoulders. Somewhere down the corridor, someone coughs loudly, and it offers a chain effect, ending with you who sounds far the worst. He finds the stash of medicine that you’ve placed in the last drawer and hands you the packet of pills and water. He understands that you want to go out and help the rest, but he can’t let that happen. His eyes follow you as you rip the packet open and take the medicine, and you can’t seem to meet his eyes. A part of him wants to ask how long you’ve been sick, but asking that won’t heal you, nor will it make anyone feel better in this scenario. He isn’t good at taking care of anyone- he can hardly do it for himself- but he tries. Everyone else can help themselves at this point, and you look exhausted. You don’t even put up much of a fight when he pushes you to lay back on the bed, you simply lay down with a soft ‘thump’ and watch as he locks the door, coming back to bed to lay beside you. Instantly, you curl up against him, humming in content when his hand splays across your back, the heat that he emanates seeping to your strained muscles. 

Iguchi Shuichi:

Shuichi doesn’t often have much to say, preferring to be an observer or anything else. There are times when he'll snap back an insult or make a comment with a wide grin that shows off his teeth. With you beside him, he notices just how quiet he is when you’re the more talkative one- making conversation and pulling him into it to get his opinion. There’s so much to notice about you- how you want him to be included, how you want to help others despite your partner actively being somewhat against that. You have this quality around you that pulls people towards you, and to top it all off, you’re extremely caring of others. For better or for worse, he’s taken notice of how you tend to push yourself, and for the most part it isn’t exactly anything worrisome. You like to help people- it’s in your nature to, and unless you’re actively ignoring your own needs, then he won’t interfere. You never go to the extreme, you just become parental.

It doesn’t come to a surprise when a member of the league happens to get hurt on a mission. It was bound to happen with the riskier parts of the plan finally paving the way, and the quality of life that they all live in. Of course, you take it upon yourself to help the ill member, lightly chastising him when he tells you that they aren’t hurt enough to warrant you. But, he can’t change your opinion, you’ve set your mind to it, and the only thing that he can do is remind you to not push yourself with a peck given at your forehead to end the sentence. You’ve taken it on yourself to help them feel better despite that you’re already wearing yourself thin with other responsibilities. Taking care of an ill person is a hefty responsibility, and when he notices that they’re pulling all your attention away, he feels jealousy start to bubble up and then worry when you come into the shared bedroom late into the night, collapsing beside him without doing any of your nightly routine. 

He fears that you haven’t even had a chance to properly rest during everything that’s already been happening. He’s aware that he isn’t the most heartfelt person that there is, and that he can be rough around the edges, but he’s taken notice of every little thing of yours- how you’re slowler to wake up, how you’re making sure the others aren’t getting sick by cleaning every surface, how you still go out to find groceries and return late into the night, how you’ve stopped doing some of your routines for an extra bit of sleep. It seems that exhaustion is finally creeping up on you. Whenever he tries to bring it up, you wave off his worries, telling him that there’s no need to worry so much. You’re good at convincing him to drop the subject- all you really have to do is kiss the tip of his snout and he’s unable to sputter out more than a few syllables. 

When he catches you over the sink, gripping the sides until your knuckles pale, he finally demands that you rest. It’s easy to tell just how sick you are- your eyes are unable to hold themselves open, you look as if you’re going to be sick at any moment, and the warmth from your fever is enough to tell him that whatever you have is taking a toll on you. He demands bed rest from you, leading you towards the bed as you weakly proclaim how you still have things to finish and how they still haven’t fully recovered, he tells you that that is someone else’s problem when you yourself are incapable of even standing upright. It isn’t upon you to take care and neglect your own health just because someone else happens to be hurt. 

Surprisingly, Shuichi is a rather good caretaker, but only because he takes after you. He takes on a gentle role, his hand smoothing away when you furrow your brows, the sharp end of his claws dragging slowly across your exposed skin, tracing organic shapes and connecting freckles that dot your skin. Waiting on your every need, he does his best to rush through it- he isn’t fond of leaving you alone for too long. Despite your protests that he’ll get sick, he sticks close to you, letting you lay your head on his chest as he plays a video game, watching the screen shift in color and scene. He's punctual with your medication, making sure to wake you so you don’t skip the spoonful of syrup. Of course, he’s taken notice of how your face scrunches up in displeasure and bitterness at the magenta colored syrup, so he knows has something sweet for you to eat afterwards. 

Sako Atsuhiro:

Atsuhiro thrives under any type of attention- it’s an indescribable satisfaction that he gets from knowing that all eyes are on him- and perhaps others, but he’s part of the bigger picture. Under your own eyes, he wants to be your top priority- or at least one of the more important ones. He’s constantly around you- always seeming to touch you with a hand on your knee or your hand pulled onto his lap. He likes knowing that he’s the one making you laugh, that you have your eyes on him. It’s not often that he falls ill, but there are days where his arm does start to hurt as if it was still there. Phantom pains as he had read and was told by the others. It's a burning pain that makes him squirm in his seat and makes his body feel hot as if he’s running a fever. And ever the lovely partner, you tend to take care of him during this time. It’s only been a few months and he can still feel the pain- the clean tear, the shock and memories playing in his head as he’s clutching the residual limb. But you’re there, holding him and giving him the pain medication, and massaging him gently. He thrives under your attention, seemingly melting when you’re the one taking care of him. 

The others try to help, but when he catches a nasty cold, and the others rather not get sick, it’s up to you to take care of him. Mixed upon with the ache of his residual limb, he’s also gotten a cold and he’s insufferable in the first days. The first day is the worst, he’s in pain with his arm and the memories of it, and it makes him feel heavier than before, slick with sweat as he’s laying in bed and drowning in his own misery. The first few days where he’s unable to keep anything down other than soup and water, are hell for him. He’s unable to stand bright lights, moaning to you that it’s the fault of his headache, and that he can’t think without the throbbing pain that echoes inside of him. But still, he’s sick and much needier than before. He doesn’t want you to leave his side, grabbing onto your hand and looking up at you with these sad eyes, you can tell that he wants- or needs you with him. You get to see a new side of him; a more childlike side of him where he whines and only eats a few bites of his meals before turning his head. 

Days pass and while the sickness isn’t as strong as it once was, he’s much too comfortable to leave your care. He takes up all of your time, needing you to take care of him. While the tasks that you have to do for him aren’t as heavy as they used to be, and he’s much more tired while his body recovers, he still wants you to be around him. He’ll lay his head on your lap, beg for you to be beside him as he falls asleep. He’s been treated like an absolute prince, and with you as his caretaker, he finds it impossible to give up that release and chooses to need you. Of course, since you’ve spent every waking minute with him during his sickness, you have fallen ill. Whether it’s clouded by his own that he was unable to take notice, or that you happened to hide your symptoms well enough, he hasn’t taken notice yet. 

However, you can only hide your symptoms for so long. Every sneeze is waved off with the simple excuse of allergies, and it works for the most part, but then you cough and it sounds like you’re about to hack up a lung. You’ll wave a hand to dismiss it and let him lay back on your chest, but another cough ruins its way through your body and he can hear just how awful it sounds with him pressed against your chest. It’s dry and creates a storm inside of you, thundering against your ribcage. A hand to your forehead confirms that you have a fever and when he asks if you’re feeling sick, you avert your gaze. It’s an answer, not a direct one, but an answer. He knows that he must have spread it to you during his own sickness- there’s no other source of sickness. 

With Atsuhiro feeling much better than before, he’s taken on the role of being your caretaker. You give him a look, gesturing to yourself as if to say that the cycle of sick partners will just repeat, he pulls out a mask. He has a rather smug grin, but you let it slide when he offers to get you your favorite meal. He’s a caring partner, and since he was just ill, he knows exactly how you’re feeling. He knows how sore your muscles must be, and will rub at your back or palms to ease the pain. Just as he was attached to you when he was sick, he is attached to you when you’re the one who falls ill. Your exhaustion has finally caught up to you, so when he gets the chance, he always takes your temperature, marking it down to see if there’s any spikes or decreases. Whatever it is that he had, it seems that it only worsened for you, and he routinely apologizes after a coughing fit, going to make you fresh honey and lemon tea in hopes that you’d feel better.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Tomura doesn’t take well to being sick. He is an absolute child about it, complaining about how it’s difficult to breathe and how he’s hot and cold, and that everything feels too much at the moment. Sleep doesn’t come naturally to him even on his good days, his body usually running until exhaustion finally takes hold and even then it’s as if he has something to prove by forcing himself to stay awake. His body will cry for rest, muscles pulled tight and sore as if he had just walked miles without rest, and yet, he refuses to rest despite all the ache that he has. However, under your caring eye, it seems that he has softened considerably at being tended to while under an illness.

Being sick now isn’t just being locked in a room and having meals placed at his bedside, or medicine appearing at the hour, it is now your undivided attention that he has. It was difficult to notice at first- every whim and woe of his headaches being met with a cold press and pills in the palm of his hand, to whatever it was that he was craving, being placed beside him. There’s something so sweet about having someone take care of you, holding you so close to them and rubbing down their back after dry heaving over porcelain. He loves your undivided attention, every other worry and need pushed away, just for him. He doesn’t mean to, at least there’s no malintent of wanting you, but he does take advantage of your caring personality to have you under his thumb. You fret over him and he loves the attention, whining when you have to step away even if it is for something that he needs. He doesn’t want someone else to take you away even if it’s just for a moment. 

Nights are already restless, and even more so with his sickness. You’ve always been aware of his awful sleep schedule, complaining that he needs to take care of himself, but it all falls to empty ears. But it’s when you’re asleep that he hears how croaky your breathing sound, how you seem to toss and turn and wake up early into the morning to go elsewhere to cough into the crook of your elbow. He does love to be taken care of by you, but even he can see just how much you’ve been worn down. You slip yourself medication before he has a chance to wake up- or at least before you think he's woken up, and that while restless, you still fall asleep quicker in the night. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out that you’re sick- at least to the equivalent that he was a few days ago.

In truth, he has recovered much quicker than he had expected. Maybe it was because you had forced him to rest, or as he’d like to tease, that it was that it helped him make a speedy recovery. That only gets him a chuckle before you’re coughing up a fit. You, of course, excuse yourself that you had swallowed wrong, patting yourself between your clavicles. Even with a pointed look, you still won’t budge, waving it off as an accidental cough, and it isn’t until he threatens to stop taking his medicine that you finally relent. You tell him that you’ve been feeling a bit under the weather, but not enough to stop caring for him. He can’t help but feel a bit guilty at the confession. He may still be sick, but it’s manageable- a stuffy nose and dry cough- nothing like his cold a few days before. It’s not bad enough to keep him confined to the bed; he’s well  enough for him to take care of himself.

While he isn’t a particularly good caretaker, he is rather sweet on you. Tomura stays silent during all the gross parts of your sickness, but he’s always by your side. There’s a tissue given to you, cough drops that stick to the wrapper pulled open, are placed in your hand just a few seconds after a coughing or sneezing fit. It’s easy to tell that he doesn’t like to leave you alone when you’re sick, telling someone else to bring you something or rushing back to the room just after he’s left with a plastic bag filled with various over-the-counter medication- ranging from the pain reliever, to allergy medication- things that seem like they were just swept off of the shelf with an arm stroke. He’s always been rather clingy, wanting to keep you close to him, always motioning for you to come closer until some part of him is on you whether it be a hand on your thigh or your head on his lap.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #jin bubaigawara #jin bubaigawara x reader #twice x reader #bnha twice headcanons #bnha dabi #bnha dabi headcanons #dabi headcanons #dabi x reader #spinner x reader #bnha spinner #bnha spinner headcanons #shuichi iguchi #shuichi iguchi x reader #toga himiko #toga himiko x reader #toga x reader #bnha toga x reader #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #remember that icarly episode where harry styles gets sick and carly has to take care of him? Yeah #mr and tomura would be harry in this scenario #so this has not been my year #like a lot of bad things has been happening #but im gonna make the remainder of my year #my year!! #hopefully #gotta manifest it

[iolite19]

Cringe af😭 I tried this time. My baby girl spinner is whom I’ve drawn

#bnha #spinner mha #shuichi iguchi x reader #artists on tumblr

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Villain Masterlist

Tomura Shigaraki

dating tomura shigaraki - headcanons

gamer boyfriend shigaraki - headcanons

Touya Todoroki / Dabi

patching up shigaraki after a battle - headcanons

yandere shigaraki crushing on his neighbour - headcanons

dating dabi/touya todoroki - headcanons

patching up touya todoroki - headcanons

dabi with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

dabi comforting you after a break up - headcanons

dabi with a s/o who's sensitive to loud noises - headcanons

friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice

romance is not dead (yet) - oneshot

Shuichi Iguchi / Spinner

dating spinner / shuichi iguchi - headcanons

having your first fight with spinner - headcanons

Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress

breaking up with mr. compress - headcanons

Himiko Toga

dating himiko toga - headcanons

himiko with a s/o who likes her smile - headcanons

Oboro Shirakumo / Kurogiri

memories of who we used to be - oneshot

Kai Chisaki / Overhaul

call me your favorite, call me the worst - oneshot

Kaina Tsutsumi / Lady Nagant

being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant - headcanons

Akaguro Chizome/Stain

stain meeting a shapeshifter - headcanons

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Pedigree

Shuichi Iguchi x Reader

Warnings: Pet-Play, Dominant Reader, Double Penetration, Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of Murder, Safe Word Usage, Alcohol Consumption, Hints at Manipulation, Hints at Misogyny (?)

You figured this marriage would be the best thing to have ever happened to you. He was older than you, smarter than you, richer than you could ever imagine, and he loved you so much. He spoiled you endlessly, gifting you lavish gifts and expensive clothes and other items, you never had to clean the house or even cook him dinner, you were living in the lap of luxury! You knew when you got into this relationship that he was a busy man, running his business and going on business trips, doing what he needed to, so you never asked questions.

You loved your husband so much, he was a good man.

You were married for almost ten years together, and despite how many times you two tried, you could never get pregnant. He never blamed you for it, never got mad about it, if anything he seemed thankful. After all, that gave him plenty more time to focus on his job.

You loved your husband, truly you did, but there was one thing you didn’t put up with.

Your mother had gotten ill, so you needed to go off to see how she was, to see if there was anything you could do to help, or if you needed to send her off. Once your decision was made, and the funeral had gone on easily, you were finally able to return home to your loving husband and his open arms.

Apparently, his arms were too open, because you found him in bed with his secretary and accountant.

If only he had talked to you.

If only he had told you the truth.

If only he had changed his will before having that heart attack and drowning in the pool.

You were crying for days when he died, crying when you spoke to the police, crying when you had to put him in the ground, crying when you fired the accountant and secretary he stuck his dick in, crying when you had to sell your share of his company, and crying when you went to bed.

Now you were a widow, with newfound fortune and no family to share it with.

You were lonely.

But it could’ve been worse.

The police questioned how you got over your husband's death so quickly, and you rolled your eyes, explaining you were in the process of divorce before he passed away. You explained his extracurricular activities with other women, and they in turn questioned you about the money. You rolled your eyes again and explained you could give two fucks about the money, wanting to be rid of it more than anything. You were telling the truth too, having donated many of your newfound funds into homeless shelters, foster systems, local libraries and so on. You didn’t want anything to do with that man, you explained, having instead moved into a small little home for yourself and selling off everything he had previously owned. Of course you were suspect number one, but the police were far too dumb to catch on to anything, and you were much smarter than a simple vexed housewife.

Did you kill him?

… Well it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it, but no one needed to know that.

But the fact of the matter still stood. You were lonely. Loneliness snuck up on you, afterall you never anticipated feeling this way, especially after getting away with something scott free. You were lonely after your grandparents died, but you still had your parents.

You were lonely after your father died, but you had your mother. You were lonely after your mother died… You wished things could've been different. When did it all go wrong? When you got older? When you couldn't bear his children? You couldn't guess, and frankly you didn't care anymore. Why would you care about the thoughts of an old fool like him, anyway? You had better things to do. You could paint, work in your garden, visit places and people at your leisure.

But none of it soothed that aching loneliness…

So, you tried dating. You were still young, confident in yourself, and you knew you could wrangle any man you could ever want! So… You refused to believe anything was wrong with you when men would avoid you, swipe over you, choose someone younger rather than someone their age. It was frustrating, but there was always one more option…

No… Not that one… Too many muscles… Far too young for your taste… A bit too expensive… Oh that's just obscene-

This site wasn't one you'd ever expect yourself to be on, but you had money and time to spend on someone else. Besides, it was better to hire someone rather than just sit alone in your home, right?

There was one young man who was damn near a decade younger than you- But you weren't that… Opposed to him. He had great reviews from everyone, sans some creeps complaining that he wouldn't act like an animal no matter how much money they put on the line. What you gathered from that was he had dignity, and you liked that.

So you hired him.

Truth be told, no matter how confident you were, you were still terribly nervous. Days went by where you meticulously cleaned your home, putting everything in its proper place. You paced and double checked yourself in the mirror, wondering if you looked okay, maybe too old? Not old enough? What were you even doing, maybe you could still cancel-

There was a knock on your door and you jumped, quickly moving to answer it. He was taller than you anticipated, and far better looking in real life than on your tiny little screen.

Shuichi Iguchi was in your doorway, the male escort you hired to… Simply spend time with you.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't be bothered to put your thumb on it, welcoming him in and offering him a drink.

Shuichi was very thankful you didn't ask questions, or make a comment about any of his affiliations with the League. He was also pleasantly surprised you were rather young, and really attractive too. Maybe this time he'd actually enjoy himself. Coming into your home he made himself comfortable, telling you exactly how he liked his tea, and being cordial with you while you sat with him. However, he noticed your nervousness while the two of you sat in silence, the clock ticking in the background.

"... Are you alright?"

You jumped, "Ah- y-yes uhm I'm just a bit…. Nervous, is all I'm not really- I-I've never-"

He caught on, "Oh, really? A pretty thing like you? I-I'm sorry, that's just hard for me to believe…."

You blushed and nodded, laughing at his compliments. "Yes, I'm afraid I'm new to this whole exchange… I just lost my husband you see and I'm a bit lonely-"

"Oh wow I'm sorry-"

"He was a cheating bastard, don't waste your breath on him."

Shuichi shut up with that, nodding. You smiled again, immediately changing the subject.

"Sooooo, Shuichi, what is it that you do?"

"Uh well, mostly this…" He hesitated mentioning the League, but caught himself. "I also play video games…"

"Oh fun! I used to play some, but I haven't played any in quite some time though…"

"Cool… What about you..?"

"I spend most of my time doing small things and donating, charitable work, things to help others. But even then I've grown lonely…"

Shuichi hummed, "So why not get into dating? Why this?"

You laughed shortly, "I tried, but I'm out of the age range for most men my age… Ugh, and look at me, doing exactly what they are…"

Shuichi took your hand, his was far colder than your own, "You're not really, I can promise you that. We're just talking, and it's not like I'm a dumb kid, I know what I like n' all that. You're not taking advantage of me, so don't even think about it, alright?"

You held onto his hand and gave him a squeeze, nodding your head, "I appreciate the reassurance… To make myself feel better, may I ask something…?"

"Sure thing, you can ask anything."

You hesitated, blushing. Here it comes.

"Is it alright if we just talk, for now…?"

Oh, that… Was not what Shuichi expected. He expected something far more profane. Perhaps something dirty, or even gross, but not this.

It was cute, wholesome even.

"Sure thing…"

•

•

•

Visits were often like that, and he was thankful you lived so far away from anyone. He didn't have to hide his face with you, and never expected you to do anything odd. The two of you got to know each other, watched movies together, and the most you've done was cuddle him at night. Shuichi was never opposed, you were soft and warm, the world was cold and hard, he could get used to this.

He even thought it was funny when you would smack talk your old husband. The man sounded like the person you were afraid to become, going after people far younger than yourself and manipulating them, making them your little play things rather than your partner. Every time that happened, Shuichi reassured you that you were nothing like that, even if you paid him for his time, he could deny you at any point, and he knew you would never push anything uncomfortable on him, unlike others. Many others.

Hell, even when you were drunk you didn’t push anything onto him. But, he did learn plenty of new things about you. Things you were far too bashful to talk about without intoxication.

“Wait wait wait, let me get this straight… He didn’t want you to-”

“Ever be in control! I could n-never make suggestions, use toys, or even- *hic* Eve-even tell him which hole to use!”

Shuichi laughed, “And he slept with other women? Ha, no wonder he liked 'em young…”

“He was terrible too- He only ever lasted ten minutes!”

You took another sip of your third glass of wine, Shuichi barely drinking from his first. “So, what would you have done, if given the chance?”

You cooed at that, your bright red face somehow turning even redder.

“Oooh, the things I would have done… I wanted to tie him up and torture him until he was begging for it- P-put a collar on him too- Wanted to mark him like mine-”

You muttered something about it not working, but Shuichi was too preoccupied with your confession of wanting such dominance over him. Your husband was a lucky man, why would he waste such an opportunity to submit?

“Yeah, I wanted to do so much with him, try using vibes and cock rings, wanted to try out shibari with em- *hic* W-wanted to make him my pet, y’know? But nooooooo, I don’t know what I want- Bas- *hic*- Ugh… Bastard…”

Shuichi was glad you were inebriated, you wouldn’t notice the red on his face or the tent in his pants.

He’d admit it was a little embarrassing, being used to something very similar, and yet completely the opposite. He was used to being a call-boy, an escort, a sugar baby. He was used to freaks asking him to act like a lizard. He was used to older women asking him to absolutely desecrate them- Men too. It never really bothered him, after all they pay for what they want, and if they want a dominant then he would be that for them. But really, he wanted someone to take control.

He wanted someone to take the reins and treat him like a pet- Like what you wanted to do. Was the idea extremely arousing? Yes, and unfortunately there was nothing he could currently do about it, and he half-expected you to not remember a damn thing tomorrow. So, despite his obvious attraction to you and his raging hard-on, he would be good.

For now.

He decided to call it there for the night, for the both of you, when you started talking nonsense about drowning your husband and hoping he rots in hell. He got you some water, set aside some pain killers for the morning, and he was about to leave you be.

Well, until you grabbed his hand and pulled him back slightly.

“Shuichiiiii… Staaaay… ‘Wanna cuddle…”

He blushed again, still half-mast. “Ah- I don’t think that’s wise-”

“Mmm- Promise I’ll be good… Don’wanna be ‘lone r’now…”

Your words were slurring even more as you started dozing off, and he relented. Crawling into bed next to you, he was sure to keep a good amount of distance, as to not… Alert you. But, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your back.

“G’night Shu… Ichi….”

He smiled into your back, “G’night…”

The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache, as expected. You never really were one to hold your alcohol well-

You groaned when you remembered what happened last night, feeling your face flush as you held your head in your hands. You were ashamed of yourself, having spewed your guts to him like that- Oh fuck, you told him about your husband! You told him about your husband's death! Throwing yourself out of bed, you ran to the kitchen area and saw Shuichi eating some cereal, he was stopped right in the middle of taking a bite.

“Uuuh, good morning? You alright?”

The cops weren’t here yet, maybe he wanted to blackmail you.

“Y-yes I’m fine uhm… W-what are you doing?”

He looked to the side and motioned to his spoonful of cereal, “Eating, why?”

You gulped, looking at the phone in his hands and back to him.

Tackling him down to the ground you yanked the phone out of his hands, ignoring his pleads as you got off of him quickly and held it away from him.

“What the hells gotten into you!? Give me back my phone!”

“Not until you tell me what you plan to do!”

“I wanted to eat breakfast! Is that so bad!?”

You played ring-around-the-rosie with him around your coffee-table, before he jumped over it and tackled you. You squealed, trying to wiggle your way out from under him before he snatched his phone back from you, before pinning you to the ground.

“What has gotten in to you!?”

You huffed, still wiggling, “L-let me go! I have to get out of here-”

“Why!?”

“Because I told you!”

Shuichi was confused, letting you go and sitting up, still pinning you by the waist. “Told me what!? Your kinks!?”

You flushed, “N-no! Not that…!”

“Then what the hell are you-”

It suddenly clicked in his head what you were talking about. It wasn’t nonsense what you were talking about last night, it was the truth. You paled when you saw his realisation and started wiggling even more, before he pinned you again.

“I’m a villain.”

His sudden outburst made you stop. You looked at him and scoffed, “No you’re not…”

“I am, my villain name is Spinner, I’m a part of the League of Villains…”

You were silent and he went on, “I needed extra money, so I picked up a side gig… The kind of thing I do isn’t exactly legal, but because people are desperate, they usually keep quiet… So I wouldn’t tell the cops anyway, even if I believed you.”

You scoffed, “You still don’t believe me?”

“Not fuckin’ really, you don’t take me for a murderer in the slightest…”

You rolled your eyes and wiggled again, “Could we get up now…? I’ll tell you everything, I just… I need to take those pain meds too…”

Shuichi sighed and got off of you, helping you up and getting you the pain meds he originally expected you to take immediately after waking up. From there, you told him your story, your method, how you didn’t even feel anything when you did it too… He told you a few stories about himself, and the two of you sat there. Shuichi’s cereal was long forgotten, and you were poking at your water.

“So… About your kinks-”

“Shuichi!”

He flushed, “Sorry sorry, I just thought it’d be a good topic to talk about! Especially since you’re sober now and can probably remember a lot more.”

That got you interested, but you felt like teasing. “Why would you be interested in something like that? Naughty…”

He flushed a bit and chuckled, “Ha, uh… W-well I’m just curious, that’s all…”

You caught on suddenly, and it made you flush, “Shuichi, you know we don’t have to do anything, right…?”

“I-I know I mean…” This usually wasn’t as hard to do, or initiate, so why was he struggling now?

“Shuichi, maybe we should wait for that, don’t you think?”

You touched his arm and smiled softly at him, and he couldn't help but think about your hands. The hands that ruthlessly held your husband under water, were holding him so gently. Why was that thought so attractive to him?

“Y-yea sure uh… W-well, will you ask for me again soon?”

You smirked and he felt his dick twitch at the sight. “Maybe, darling. Now go on, I’m certain you have things to tend to.”

Shuichi nodded and after making sure you were alright, and reassuring you once again he was a villain (he showed you a picture of the Tomura Shigaraki sleeping- He snores apparently), he left. You waved him off as you always do, and smiled softly at him. He had his secrets, and you had yours. But, you found solace in each other, and shared your secrets with one another. It was… A soothing thought.

But now that those revelations had come to pass, you had to make preparations. You got online immediately and started spending hundreds on new toys that you’ve always wanted to try, and after reading up and studying plenty, you were finally ready to call upon your new pet.

Shuichi hadn’t taken any new clients since that night and morning. He didn’t think he could get it up for anyone else anymore, after all, you were his dream come true. You were older than him, sure, but you were so fucking attractive, and you paid him well, and you never pushed anything onto him and- Ugh, he was in deep.

It could prove to be a problem if he didn’t get it taken care of, but when he heard that ding on his phone, and he saw it was a transaction from you, he nearly tripped over his own feet getting himself together to leave. He wasn’t sure if he should bring anything or expect anything, but he couldn’t lie about not being excited. He had to adjust himself multiple times to not alert any stander-byes about his current very hard problem.

Don’t get too excited.

Don’t get in over your head.

Don’t rush.

All things he tried to tell himself as he arrived at your home, rather quickly. He knocked on your door erratically, alerting you that he was finally here. You gave yourself one more look over and smirked. You hadn’t felt this good since your wedding night, dressed in your finest nightwear, a sheer robe, just enough makeup to accent your eyes. You got to the door and opened it slowly, and you smirked at what you saw.

What Shuichi saw almost made him cream his pants. Sure, he was bigger than you and stronger than you, and he’s killed plenty more people than you, but you still looked like a predator, and he was your prey. You looked at him with sharp eyes and a smirk, and you looked hot.

“I uh… I-I got your t-transaction…”

You nodded, “And you came running, huh?”

Shuichi nodded with a gulp, his face flushing even darker. You let him in and allowed him to get comfortable, before you brought him to your room. You even lit candles- Fuck he was done for. You sat on the foot of your bed and patted the seat next to you, but Shuichi wanted you to know exactly what he wanted. With an embarrassed blush, he got on his hands and knees, and crawled over to you. Putting his head in your lap, and looking up at you with pathetic eyes. Your eyes were slightly widened, before you smiled down at him with an almost loving gaze.

“Tell me what you want, pet… And tell me what you don’t want…”

Shuichi whimpered and you could feel yourself get even more excited. “I… I want you to take control of me… T-to own me… I want you t-to take care of me a-and I… I wanna be good for you…”

You cooed at him and he felt his heart speed up. “And what lines shouldn't I not cross dear?”

He blushed even darker, “U-uhm… I-I don’t really feel comfortable with a-anal… N-not yet…”

You nodded and pet his hair, “Good boy… Now do me a favour, okay? Tell me if you have a safe word, alright~?”

“Y-yea ‘c-course uhm… M-my safeword has always been Leopard…”

“Thank you. Now, darling, is there anything else I need to know~?”

Shuichi shook his head and mumbled a soft, “No.”

“Alright then, now, be a good boy and strip for me, ‘kay~?”

Shuichi sputtered as he got up and nodded, taking off his clothes, rather quickly. He was excited, what could he say? Getting his pants off was difficult, to say the least. But, he knew you wouldn’t be disappointed, nobody ever was. That was one of, if not the only reason he was as popular as he was before he met you. He was “blessed” with more gecko-qualities than he’d like to admit.

When you saw him, you were surprised, and slightly worried. Would you be able to fit both? Your husband was only nearly half his size, and despite one of his dicks being smaller than the other, they both still had a lot of girth. Shuichi noticed your staring and he blushed, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

“W-we don’t have to-”

“No, it's fine. This is what they invented lube for anyway. Now, come here~”

He looked back up at you and saw you holding your arms open for him, and he walked over to you slowly.

“Kneel~”

He did as you told him, keeping his head down, before you lifted his chin, “Look at me, baby~”

When he did, he felt something around his neck, and his eyes widened when he finally heard the metal clinking. You got him a collar, and it had his name, and your name on it. He looked at you in shock, and you were about to ask if that was alright, before he clung onto you, nuzzling into your waist, muttering his praise and pleading for you.

You smiled sweetly down to him.

Your husband would never.

“I’m glad you like your present baby, but we haven’t even begun yet. Get comfortable on the bed, okay~?”

He nodded and did as you told him, laying down on the bed and breathing in your scent, the pillows surrounding him as he laid there. You lifted yourself onto the bed, clicking something onto his collar.

He wanted to squeal when he saw the leash, but only moaned when he felt you rub yourself against him. You flushed, pleased to know he was already so ready for you. But, you wanted to go slow. It had been almost a whole year since your last time having sex, and you needed time to get used to him. Leaning over and grabbing the lube, Shuichi looked at you in anticipation. Slowly you dribbled some lube down his dicks, making him whine. Tossing the bottle to the side, you almost immediately started slowly pushing him in.

“H-haaooh f-fuck~!”

You smirked at his reaction to you, but stopped at about halfway, when you felt his second dick twitch outside of you. He whined again, his hips moving on their own before you tugged the leash.

“Ah ah, no… I need to ready myself for you baby, you need to be good, and patient, alright~?”

“B-but- Mmm~ F-feels good~”

You cooed almost mockingly at him and he felt himself buck at that, making you tug even harder at the leash, your other hand steadying his hips.

“I know it feels good baby, but patience is rewarded~”

He whimpered yet again, but nodded. You nodded as well, fucking yourself on his larger dick, slowly, making him moan with every little movement. It was torture for Shuichi, but he swore to himself he’d be good- He would, he’d be good for you, he had to be…

It felt like it took ages for your speed to pick up, and your moaning was something he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. Music to his ears, a song for his soul, and he wanted it to never fucking end.

But when you stopped and he whined again, you tutted at him, as you moved your other hand to press his other dick at your entrance.

“O-ooh f-fuck b-be c-carefu~Uuuhh~!!”

When you pressed him in to you, he threw his head back, moaning out your name like a prayer. He was huffing, his hands finding purchase on your hips while you slowly sank down further on to him.

Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t-

“F-fuck! N-no-no!! Leopard- Fuck~!”

You jolted when you felt him cum inside you, moaning yourself and gasping at the feeling. This was something completely new to you, and when he said his safe word, you tried pulling off of him- But he stopped you.

“S-Shuichi y-you said-”

“M’sorry I just- Aah…. F-fuck… I’m so-sorry….”

You immediately knew he was embarrassed when he shut his eyes tight, shoving his face in the pillows next to him. You cooed, your grip on his leash loose as you leaned forward, still with his dicks inside of you, making him moan at the slight stimulation.

“Shuichi darling it’s okay…”

“B-but you didn’t-”

“I didn't say we had to stop honey, you did~”

He flushed at that and gulped, whining softly when he was reminded of the collar around his throat.

“O-okay uhm… I-I take it back…?”

You chuckled softly, “What was that sweetheart? You take back what?”

“M-my safe word I-I take it b-back… Mmm- P-please move..?”

You smiled softly and nodded, “Of course baby~”

With that, you slowly lifted yourself, before fucking down on him, making him almost squeal. His moan was so loud, and he could swear this was the best he’d ever had. Anyone else before you seemed… Used to it. Used to double penetration. But not you, you were so- Tight and warm, and now you were full of him in so many ways, it made him want to cry how heavenly you felt, wrapped around him like this. Your hips moved painfully slowly, bucking your hips and moaning at the feeling. You were slow, sensual, and you couldn’t last much longer.

With a short gasp and a shudder, you came on him, making him cry out and whine.

"Fuck fuck fu-fuuuugghh~" Shuichi cried out, groaning in absolute pleasure.

You moaned softly as you pulled him out of you, slowly. Yanking his leash again, he tiredly looked down and moaned when he saw your combined juices dripping out of you and onto the sheets.

"Holy… W-wow I…. Ha…"

"How was that, my pet~?"

He shuddered at the name and nodded, "G-good- Really fucking good… Uh… I-I don't think I'll ever recover ha…"

You giggled, "Oh? Care to elaborate dear?"

You leaned to take the collar and leash off, but he stopped you. "I mean, I'm not… I-I'm not taking anymore clients… I-I want to be exclusive…. Exclusively y-y-yours… Your... Your pet..."

Your eyes widened at that, but you quickly smiled and nodded.

"I'd like that~"

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[sugoi-and-spice]

Anon who sent me this Step-Brother Spinner request? It has been living rent free in my mind since I got it and jumped to the very top of my WIP's list, I love it so much.

So yeah, double-dick Step-Brother Spinner x Bully!Reader is happening and the world has you to thank for it. xD

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[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Have You Heard the One About the Rabbit and the Lizard?

>afab!gender neutral!reader, heats, rabbit quirk reader, pre-established relationships, squirting, use of toys, breeding kink, downright nasty shit hubbahubba

>(h/c)=hair color, (s/c)=skin color

        You hadn't returned his calls in a couple of days. Your texts were sporadic and didn't sound like you at all. Worry was rising in Shuichi's gut as he made his way to your apartment. He kept his hood close to his face to not draw any attention to himself as he turned down the street you lived on. The tile roof of your apartment shined in the moonlight as one of your neighbors enjoyed a smoke on the terrace. Up he went the three flights of stairs, passing your neighbor, and moving to the last door on the floor. Number 12 was hammered into the door in metal letters. Your mailbox was empty which was a good sign but still, he couldn't help but worry that you might be hurt. Shuichi rasped his knuckles against the door. Inside, he heard some movement and something dropping. Quickly he rang the doorbell as his worry rose even higher. He was about to ring again when you opened the door. Your cute ears were the first thing in his line of vision. The soft (h/c) fur surrounded the (s/c) pigment of your inner ears. Your whiskers twitched with your nose and when he made eye contact the first thing he noticed was how blown wide your pupils were.

        "(Y/N)?" Shuichi asked cautiously but he was swiftly pulled into your apartment by his shirt collar. When the door finally shit you were clinging to him. You were dressed only in a pair of his boxers that he had left there for when he comes over. He resisted the shiver that ran up his spine seeing you like this. "(Y/N)!" Shuichi held your face in his clawed hands, "what happened? Are you okay?" You shook your head and whined. Shuichi was going to follow up with another question but his mouth went dry when he felt you grind your pelvis on him.

Oh

        You had told him about your heats before. He had helped you with one over the phone when you first started dating and he had to go away but Shuichi had never seen you like this in person. "Shuichi," you whined with your face pressed into his strong chest. Was it wrong that he kind of liked this? "Please, Shuichi," you mumbled into his pecs, "I need you. Please, fuck me." Shuichi had to catch himself before he fainted at your request. Yes, he's had sex with you before but never when you were like this. He stroked the back of your head and held you tight against him. His cocks started coming to life at the feeling of you grinding against him.

        "(Y/N)," Shuichi started, "do you want me to help you?" You only whined out in frustration, "yes! That's what I've been asking!" You looked up to him with tears in your eyes. Oh how he hated to see you in pain. "Okay, okay," Shuichi held your face stroking the soft layer peach fuzz on your face, "don't cry. I'll help you." He leaned down and left a kiss on your temple. You pushed your face into his hand, nibbling at the scaled skin of his palm. God you were so cute.

        "Do you want to go to your room?" Shuichi grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb to get you to look at him. You didn't respond, instead you grabbed his hand and dragged him to your room where he saw a mass of blankets on top of your bed. Oh, you made a nest? He blushed thinking about you laying in there and touching yourself. Were you thinking of him when you brought yourself to pleasure?

        "Here," you pointed to the nest of blankets on top of the bed before climbing on top of it and snuggling into the warmth. Shuichi went to take off his jacket then his shirt. You whined out in frustration when you saw him throw the fabric unceremoniously to the ground. In confusion, he watched you climb out of your nest and grab his shirt. The blood left his brain when he saw you hold the fabric to your face and take a deep breath in. You slipped on the shirt then kicked off his boxers leaving your lower half exposed for his viewing pleasure. Your clit was throbbing and red, your inner thighs were stained with slick and he could see your hole clenching and unclenching around nothing as you climbed back into the nest.

        "Shuichi!" you called reaching your arms out for him. He shivered and made quick work of his pants shoving them to the ground in order to be in your embrace. His knee bumped into something as he settled in between your thighs. Your face flushed in embarrassment as he pulled out a dildo you had forgotten in the folds of your blanket. His pupils blew just as wide as yours at the thought of you fucking yourself on the silicone toy.

        "Fuck," he mumbled feeling the weight of the toy in his palm, "can I use this on you?" Your legs spread wider instinctively giving him a beautiful sight of how your wetness dripped down your glistening pussy to between your rear. He couldn't help the drool that dripped onto your cunt at the sight of how wet you are.

        He took the toy in his hand and rubbed the head around your drooling hole. You instantly reacted, grinding against the toy trying to pop the head inside of your greedy cunt. Shuichi knew you were in no mood for teasing and decided to give you exactly what you wanted. He pushed the toy in slowly, inch by inch, watching as your pussy took the toy into its hold with a wet squelching sound. You moaned so deliciously at the feeling of your boyfriend fucking you open with the same toy you were pretending was him. "Shu," you whined humping your cunt against the toy. His eyes were transfixed at the site of how well your body took the dildo. He was absolutely mesmerized by how flushed and swollen your sweet little cunt was. His poor darling, you were all alone having to take care of yourself like this?

        "You should have told me," Shuichi began pushing the toy in and out of you while your pussy made wet sloppy noises. You only whined at his words. "I would have helped you sooner if I'd known." His other hand came down to rest on your swollen clit. Your whole body spasmed in pleasure at the feeling of finally having Shuichi's fingers on your most sensitive organ. "You," Shuichi couldn't believe what he was about to say, "you've been very bad. Hiding away from me." You could only pant at how good he was fucking you on your toy. Wetness, pooled beneath your ass making the blanket you were on damp with your arousal. In any other situation you would have been uncomfortable with the wet feeling of fabric beneath you but now you just needed to be fucked into oblivion by Shuichi.

        "I love you," you moaned out, "I love you! I love you!" Shuichi's rhythm halted for a second at your words. You've said that you loved him before but hearing you say it in such a blissed out state only made him want to ruin you. "Fuck," he quickened his pace watching as your pussy ate up every inch of the toy he was giving. In and out it became wetter and wetter with every new introduction to your most sensitive insides. His thumb made quick work of your engorged clit, rubbing at it as if you would die without him doing so. Your squirmed and spasmed at his ministrations. Finally, you felt some relief from the burning heat inside your stomach as a flood of wetness made its escape out of your pussy and onto Shuichi's bare stomach. His cocks were at full attention watching how you squirted around the silicone toy. He let go of the toy and watched as your greedy cunt held it still in its tight grasp before releasing the fake dick with squelch as it dropped to lean against your ass.

        "Are you okay?" Shuichi ran his fingers through your hair watching as your breath evened out from your orgasm. "More," you whined holding onto his arm. You had already began to grind against the toy once again trying to get anything inside of you. "Please, Shuichi," you brought his hand to your mouth to kiss his fingers, "I want your cocks. I want you to fill me with your cum." You were going to be the death of him like this. Your eyes remained focused on the flush of red that spread from his cheeks to the top of his chest. "Y-Yeah," he managed to stutter out, "fuck. Yes, baby, I will fill you up nice and good."

        You took his fingers into your mouth to suck on. Shuichi's breath hitched at the sight of his digits disappearing behind your lips. Your soft tongue wrapped around his fingers taking in the taste of his scaly skin. Shuichi could get drunk just watching you suck on his fingers but right now he wanted to see your butt and that cute little tail. "Baby," he said grabbing your attention from his fingers to his face, "can you get on your hands and knees?" You practically melted at his request and did just as he said.

        You got down onto your elbows arching your back so your ass was pushed up as high as it could go. Shuichi noticed the amount of slick that had ended up between your cheeks and noted that he'd have to run you a bath after. Your cute little tail perked up as if it were blocking his view form your dripping hole. He noticed the way your pussy throbbed from a lack of attention even though he had just made you cum not even 5 minutes ago. You wiggled your butt and looked at your boyfriend form over your shoulder. You practically had hearts in your eyes at the sight of him. Shuichi carefully placed his hands on your hips, giving the fat there a good squeeze which had you shivering. His cocks were leaking, begging to be buried in your sweet and willing hole. He rubbed the head of one of his cocks through your wet fold trying to grab as much of your slick as he could to lubricate is throbbing member. His other was nestled lovingly between your cheeks where it usually belonged.

        "No!" you whined pushed back against Shuichi. He stopped what he was doing confused at your change of attitude. "I want both! Fuck me with both!" Shuichi nearly dropped dead right then and there. Your words echoed in his wind. Fuck me with both! He's never tried to fuck you with both of his cocks. Shuichi shivered when he looked down to see your greedy cunt clenching around nothing and still dripping for him. He swallowed hard and took both of his cocks into one grip. His other hand held your hips steady as he slowly pushed the heads of his cocks into your tight hole.

        Shuichi hissed at the pleasure of feeling your gummy walls hold the heads of his cock in a vice like grip. "It hurts!" you whined trying to push more of him inside you, "it hurts so good!" Shuichi held your hips in a tight grip to keep you from hurting yourself on his cocks. As sexy as he thought the idea was he didn't want you to be in any more pain than you were already. Slowly, he pushed his throbbing cocks into your tight ring of muscle enjoying the wet sounds your hole made as it spread to accommodate his girths. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, trying to hold onto the massive intrusion as best as it could. Shuichi let out a moan when he managed to bottom out inside your oh so willing cunt. Juices began to spread on his pelvis as he rested against your slippery folds.

        You were panting out his name, trying to move against his delicious cocks in order to get any sort of friction. Still, his hold on your hips held strong at your feeble attempts to fuck yourself on his lengths. "Good," Shuichi moaned out, "you're doing so good. Fuck, you feel amazing." He bucked his hips forward making you yelp then moan. He pulled his hips back watching as his shafts slid out of you until the heads of his cocks were left inside of you. Then with a powerful thrust he pushed them back inside. Your body got pushed up the bed by the force of his thrust which had you moaning out his name in delight.

        "You look so beautiful." he moaned, "you look gorgeous taking me." Shuichi set a sporadic pace, jack hammering into your juicy hole with reckless abandon. The room echoed sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin as well as moans and grunts. Your neighbor was surely going to complain later but right now you just wanted to be railed by Shuichi. The pace he was setting was surely going to have your poor spent pussy sore afterwards but you didn't care. All you cared about right now was how good his cocks felt sliding in and out of your tight walls. You felt like your insides were practically molded to him with every thrust in and out of your wet pussy.

        Shuichi leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist and take a mouthful of your shoulder between his teeth. Your ears flattened against your head, brushing against the lilac hair of your boyfriend. The skin of your ass rippled at the force of his thrusts while he chased his release. "Breed me!" you moaned out, "fuck a baby into me. Please Shuichi!"

        His hips faltered at what you had just said. A baby? Fuck. His pace quickened while he panted into your ear. "Yes," Shuichi moaned out, "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you. I'm gonna fill you with my cum; you're gonna be leaking for days." Tears came to your eyes form the pleasure he was bringing you. You could feel your legs quivering as your release began to build. Shuichi's cocks throbbed inside of your gooey walls begging to plant their seed deep into your womb. A white light flashed behind your eyes as your body spasmed. Your legs gave out but Shuichi was careful to hold you up as he emptied his balls deep into your greedy cunt. You could feel the warm flood of his cum flowing deep into your wet caverns. "(Y/N)," he moaned giving light thrusts to fuck you both through your orgasms. Your bones felt like jelly yet you still wanted more.

        "Shuichi?" you looked at your boyfriend's blissed out look from over your shoulder. "Can I ride you now?" Shuichi sputtered at your request still feeling sensitive from his orgasm. You were insatiable when you were like this. "G-Give me a second," he panted closing his eyes.

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[shig-a-shig-ah]

WORTH THE WAIT

When you and Spinner start dating, you know he’s inexperienced and you’ll need to take things slow. Still, you can’t help but wonder why he seems to avoid being alone with you.

As it turns out, he’s just shy about his very unique anatomy.

» pairing: Spinner x afab!reader » word count: 4.4k » notes: This fic was co-authored with @sugarakis-p2​, so huge shoutout to them for writing the bulk of the smut (and be sure to go give them some love if you liked the filth). I was supposed to write this as part of my 1k follower event last year, and got super waylaid after writing the setup, so this def would not have seen the light of day without them! The prompt was for virgin!double-dick!Spinner with an experienced reader, and for life of me I do not remember who requested it but if you’re out there, I hope you enjoy. » contains: double-dick Spinner, soft virgin Spinner, no prep, double penetration (one hole), belly bulge, creampie. 18+, minors DNI. » ao3 mirror

It's sweet, how nervous Spinner is the first time he takes you out. He stammers through small talk, barely managing to look you in the eye as the two of you slurp down noodles in some hole-in-the-wall place where you won't be recognized, and where it won't matter if you are. His cheeks burn red at every one of you reassuring smiles, and that's cute too, though it also makes you a little sad. You know it's not just his natural shyness that has him constantly looking around at the other couples, or rubbing at his neck like he can't believe his luck. He's told you what his life was like before the League, after all—lonely and isolated in some backwater town where things weren't exactly easy for heteromorphs.

You're also not surprised to learn, through what sputtering conversation he manages, that he doesn't haven't much dating experience, and that in his case not much amounts to nothing at all.

You don't mind that. Find it endearing, really, especially when it's the polar opposite of you, with just enough experience under your belt to leave you feeling jaded with the whole idea of romance. Or rather, that's how you'd felt right up until you met him. After that it had been weeks of flirting and not-so-subtly showing your interest—and, you're fairly certain, of Toga and half the League nagging him to get on with it already—before he'd finally invited you to dinner.

An enjoyable dinner, at that; you have a good time despite the awkwardness, even if he's clearly too in his own head to realize it.

You don't mind that, either. Only wait until he walks you home and the time comes to say good night, and then lean in to press your lips against the soft scales of his cheek.

"I had a good time," you tell him, as he stares wide-eyed and red-faced. "Let's do it again.”

One date turns into two, then three. By then Spinner is capable of conversation and minimal closeness; he only fumbles slightly when you work up the nerve to lace your fingers through his clawed ones as you drag him around the rundown arcade he'd suggested. He grins too, rather than issuing those shy, uncertain smiles, even if he still obviously tries to suppress his enthusiasm as he rattles off trivia about various game franchises.

It's cute. He's cute, with the way he keeps brushing strands of lilac hair out of his face, and how he still looks away every time you let your adoring gaze linger. And though that night is the first time you think seriously about how much you'd like to get him alone—really alone—you also know things will keep moving slowly. You don't even consider inviting him in when he walks you home at the end of the night.

You do notice, though, how he hesitates outside your door before saying goodbye. How he reverts back to stuttering, all of it nothing but forced small talk—a flimsy excuse to hang around.

It's clear what he wants to do, and you spare him the struggle of working up the courage.

"Shuichi," you say gently, lifting one hand to cup his face. When he goes silent and still, you lean in and press your mouth to his. It's short. Sweet. Wonderful.

And when it's over you both smile at each other, and you go inside alone.

For your sixth date you finally give in to that urge to get Spinner alone, and invite him over for a movie. It's not meant to pressure him, exactly; you think of it more as providing an opportunity. Your goodnight kisses have started to linger a little longer after all, and there's a whole world between chaste kisses on your doorstep and actually taking him to bed. It's a world you're eager to explore.

At first, you think he's eager too. There's a shyness in the glances he keeps sending your way, but there's also a new anticipation there, one you can't help but notice as you curl up on the couch together. So, you let your head fall to rest on his muscular shoulder, and when there's a lull in the film you turn your head to look at him and shift a little closer, peering up at him from behind your lashes.

Spinner swallows hard. His nerves are obvious in his wide eyes and the rapid beating of his heart, but he doesn't hesitate when you slot your mouth against his. He leans in, moving uncertainly as the kiss deepens, and gasps in surprise when your tongue traces lightly over what passes for his lower lip. His own thin tongue flicks out; he tastes faintly sweet-tart like the energy drinks you see him indulge in on occasion. A faint thrill sparks in your belly and a pleased moan slips past your lips as you instinctively try to deepen that kiss, craving more.

And then Spinner is pulling back abruptly. He refuses to look at you as he retreats to the other side of the couch, shifting uncomfortably.

"I hear this part is really good," he mumbles, nodding to the movie. "We should watch."

You spend the rest of the evening fidgeting with embarrassment, wondering what you did wrong, and Spinner beats a hasty retreat the moment the credits start to roll.

"Did I—did I do something wrong the other night?"

It's taken you an hour to work up to the question, and even then you only ask because you apparently have to. Spinner's clearly not going to bring up the way he practically fled your apartment the last time you saw each other.

You'd thought after he left that maybe he just needed time—thought maybe that was why he'd texted you the next day and invited you to the hideout, but then he never brought it up. And you haven't been able to stop worrying that you'd offended him, or turned him off somehow.

But he only shakes his head quickly at the question. "Of course not." The scales on his cheeks redden as he adds, more quietly, "You know I really like hanging out with you."

"Good," you say, "because I really like hanging out with you, too. I—" You pause. Deliberate, and then lean in to kiss him. It's soft and short, and he doesn't give any indication that he doesn't like it. "I really like you."

"Me too," Spinner says, practically tripping over his words in his rush to get them out. "That's what I should have said, that's what I meant."

You grin. He grins.

But when the two of you are done with the game you're playing and you shift a little closer to him, he still jumps to his feet, mumbling about seeing what the others are up to as he drags you out the door.

"I just wish he'd tell me if he's not interested in me like that," you complain to Toga two dates later. Both times it ended the same—anything more than a lingering goodnight kiss, and Spinner started stuttering excuses for why he couldn't stay. When you asked what was wrong, he only denied acting strange.

Toga's emphatic in her response. "Of course he's interested! I've seen the way he looks at you, all blushy and stuff?" Her yellow eyes take on a far-away glaze, her face flushing the way it does at the mere thought of romance. "And you should have seen him when he was trying to work up the courage to ask you out."

You want to believe her, but you're not sure you do. You stir the melting ice in your drink, suddenly glad that Shigaraki is the only other person here. His face is hidden behind a curtain of hair, attention firmly fixed on the game he's playing on his handheld.

Your gaze focuses back on Toga. "If he likes me so much, why is he scared to be alone with me? I knew he'd want to take things slow, but anything more than holding hands or a goodnight kiss, and he practically flees."

"Maybe he's embarrassed. Maybe that's all it takes to get him"—Toga covers her mouth and giggles—"you know."

You get the gist. Think she might even be right, because it wasn't until after the movie at your place—until after that more heated kiss—that he'd started working so hard not to be alone with you.

But that doesn't make you feel any better.

"We've been on eight dates. And he knows I'm not inexperienced like him. Why would I care if he gets turned on just by making out." You chew at your lip. Let out a sigh. "And he won't even talk to me about it. Just pretends like he has no idea what I'm talking about."

Toga hums sympathetically. Is quiet for a moment, and then perks up again. "Maybe he's asexual?"

You consider it. You could work with that, probably—it's the constant rejections that are getting to you more than the absence of an escalating physical relationship. But before you can ponder the possibility much, there's a snort from across the bar.

"You're both idiots." Shigaraki hadn't given any indication that he was listening, and he doesn't even bother to look up from his game as he says it. Even so, his tone holds no small amount of derision.

"That's not very nice, Tomura-kun," Toga pouts.

"So? It's true." His red eyes finally flick up from the screen, brow knitting into an unimpressed stare. "Spinner's room is right next to mine, I can hear what he does after those dates. He's definitely not asexual." Cracked lips curve into an unsettled frown, and then Shigaraki's face smooths just as quickly, one hand raising to point accusingly. "Besides, if either of you had any brains, you'd realize what has him acting so weird."

You roll your eyes, but you take the bait. "Care to fill us in, then?"

Whatever answer you were expecting, it's not what Shigaraki gives. "He has two dicks."

You blink. He has to be fucking with you, but you also know he's not the type. Sarcastic or downright sour, sure, but not much for pranks or outright lies. You and Toga exchange a brief glance. "Did he tell you that?"

"No, but he has a gecko Quirk, right? Geckos have two dicks." There's an edge of impatience in Shigaraki's voice, like this should all be common knowledge. "He's probably just worried he'll scare you off if he pops a boner." Shigaraki smirks, then outright snickers. "Or boners."

You ignore that last part; you're already pulling out your phone to check what he's telling you. A second later your eyes are widening at the images on-screen.

Maybe Shigaraki is on to something.

"This is stupid," you mutter to yourself as you hover outside Spinner's door two days later. Reluctant though you'd been to take dating advice from Shigaraki—a man whose experience is, you're certain, limited to the eroges not-so-discreetly tucked away on the top shelf in his bedroom—desperate times do call for desperate measures. And when your date last night had ended with a languid kiss and Spinner running off red-faced and stammering, it really had started to feel like desperate times.

You force yourself to lift your hand and knock.

There's a faint shuffling before Spinner opens the door. When he does he's shirtless, a faint sheen of sweat covering the toned span of his chest and that's enough to render you momentarily mute. You knew he trained—had listened to him talk impatiently about wanting to be stronger for the sake of the League—but you hadn't considered you might be interrupting by showing up unannounced. He apparently hadn't considered it might be you knocking, either, because his eyes go wide and his face starts to redden almost at once.

He rubs at the back of his neck. "What are you—"

You cut him off before he can start, pushing past him into his room. "Don't talk. Just listen."

He fidgets nervously but he nods, and you shake your head in an effort to focus. Seeing him half-undressed is distracting, and apparently not just for you, either. He keeps glancing from where you're standing to where his shirt is slung over the back of a chair, but he clearly doesn't know if he should reach for it after you'd so emphatically told him to simply hear you out.

You drop your gaze to avoid looking at the swell of his pecs or the defined lines that bisect his abdomen. If this conversation goes the way you're hoping it will, then maybe you can finally take the time to appreciate just how fit your almost-boyfriend is.

"I've been thinking," you slowly start, "about why you don't want to be alone with me." Spinner opens his mouth like he's about to deny it; before he can, you take a few steps forward, until there's only a few inches of space between you. You lift one hand to cup his cheek. "It's okay. I knew there must be a reason, especially because I feel like I've been pretty clear that I want to be alone with you." You lean in, pressing your lips gently to Spinner's. When you pull away there's a clear internal conflict on his face—his brow furrowed and his breath shaky. You give him a soft smile. "It's your Quirk, right?"

Spinner shifts uncomfortably. His hands lift, and at first you're worried he's going to push you away from where you're still standing so close to him. Instead, he averts his eyes, swallowing hard before he mumbles, "I'm not... I'm not like most guys. Down there."

Your heart twists a little at how self-conscious he looks, but you still can't help laughing a little. "I sort of figured that out already. I might have, uh, googled some things."

"And you're not—I mean, you'd still want to...?"

There's an edge of hope in Spinner's voice now, earnest even if he sounds like he can't quite believe it. The smile you've been wearing widens, and you finally let your gaze drop to look him over. Your hand trails from his cheek down along his shoulder, then down along his arm, your fingers brushing over the swell of his biceps and further still. You lace your fingers through his own, and tug him towards his bed, nodding for him to sit. He hesitates, then does as you ask. Before he can protest, you're sliding into his lap, knees settling alongside his hips.

His eyes widen, his breath catching, and you stroke soothingly at his hair. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to," you murmur, leaning in for a brief kiss, "but I really do mean it, Shu. I want you."

Spinner's tense beneath you, every muscle in his body seemingly rigid with nerves, but his hands settle tentatively at your hips. That's all the encouragement you need to lean in and kiss him again. And, though you've tried to be gentle on all the occasions before this, you don't hold back now; the moment his mouth starts to press back against yours, you're parting your lips to deepen the kiss, licking at his tongue and savoring the small noise that rises up from the back of his throat.

He pulls away when that sound escapes him, but it's not in the same way as before; he's making no move to rise, is only casting his eyes down in embarrassment.

"Sorry," he mumbles, as though he has to apologize for finally giving you a real reaction. You only shake your head and dive back in, letting your tongue tangle with his more vigorously this time. His fingers grip tighter at your hips, pulling you closer until his bare chest is pressing solidly against you and he's whimpering without any more apologies, his hips bucking just the slightest. He lets out another whiny, surprised sound when you grind yourself back against him a little, and it's then you realize you can feel him—twin bulges pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

Your hips rock against him, your lips moving from his mouth to his jaw. You hadn't wanted to rush or pressure him, but the feel of him beneath you now is making it hard to remember that: all you want to do is explore him.

You drag your palms over his chest. Wrap your arms around him to grip at the taut muscles of his defined back. "Shu," you whine, your stomach fluttering and your heat pressing harder against him in the hopes he gets the hint. When he goes still beneath you, you prepare for disappointment, but a second later you're pleasantly surprised.

"I—" Spinner starts, and then pauses. He takes a deep breath and tries again, tripping over his own tongue. "You're so—you're so beautiful, and I wanted..." He hides his face in your neck, seemingly unable to finish. He can only murmur against your skin, "But I never thought..."

You can see his scales turning red, and you lift one hand to stroke at his hair, coaxing him gently back so you can look at him. "I know. But I want you, Shu." Want him so badly it hurts. To try and show him just how much you mean it, you let your fingers trail over the soft skin of stomach, down towards his straining arousals. You brush lightly over those pronounced bulges. "All of you."

Spinner's mouth drops open, a shuddering exhale escaping him even as his whole being softens into the touch.

"R-really?" he asks, and you nod, staring into his eyes. For a moment the two of you are silent, simply gazing at each other. Then, just as you're beginning to wonder if you need to be more assertive, he seems to steel himself; a second later he's reversing your positions, pinning you beneath him and pressing his mouth hungrily to yours, grinding himself against you even as shaky hands work to tug off your shirt.

"Is—is this okay?" he pauses to ask as the fabric bunches under your chest, but you only nod eagerly and reach up to help him slip the shirt over your head, feeling a familiar rush of excitement as you realize this is really, finally happening. You feel another thrill when you realize just how new this familiar act will feel, too. Because it's Spinner, and no matter what else you've done, you haven't been with anyone like him—not with anyone you liked as much, and certainly not with anyone sharing his unique anatomy.

The heat pooling in your gut only intensifies when you consider the possibilities, when you think about how thoroughly he could wreck you. You want that. Need it.

"'S more than okay," you breathe. Your hands drop to fumble with his pants, shoving them down over his hips, and though Spinner's own fingers are shaky he manages to start working off your own.

He helps you pull off your shirt next, and once you're both in your underwear he doesn't hesitate as much as before. He only pauses to kiss you passionately, the velvety smoothness of his scales intoxicating against your skin.

He grinds his cocks against you with a whimper. "How should—how should we—"

The words cut off with a cute moan when you cant your hips to grind harder against him, all the more eager and impatient now that this is really happening. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to mind—his own hips are working back against yours with fervor, his breathing ragged.

"I... I wanted to try..." It's hard to speak now, hard to focus on anything except the ache in your center that's been waiting too long to be quelled. How lucky, then, that Spinner's uniquely equipped to satisfy you. "Both," you manage to pant. "Both at once."

You can't help but giggle at the way Spinner's eyes widen, his scales during a deep crimson as he averts his eyes. "Okay," he says, hooking clawed fingers around the band of his boxers, shifting just enough to slip them off, the bashful expression never leaving his face.

When his cocks finally spring free, you gasp—not at the fact there are two, but at the size, both of them bigger than you'd expected. All your research had pointed to a variety of possible shapes and sizes, but to your delight they're thick, flushed red and almost human but with smoother heads, cascading pearly beads for you.

Spinner tries to pull away to reposition himself, and you stop him. "Where are you going? I want to touch."

Spinner pants as you caress his throbbing lengths, slicking them up with the copious pre leaking from his tips. His clawed fingertips dig into your sides as he braces himself, obviously struggling to temper his responses, not that he needs to on your account. It's cute how worked up he is, has you desperate to see how he reacts to finally being inside you.

That thought is enough to put an end to your patience. You shimmy out of your panties as fast as you can, and then stretch your grip wide to take both his cocks in one hand, pressing them together and leaning back to guide him towards your puffy lips, teasing at your drooling entrance with what's effectively now one massive cock.

"N-now?" he stutters, looking almost panicked.

You grin mischievously. "You want to touch me, too, don't you?"

Spinner nods. "B-but shouldn't we"—he whines as you guide his tips over your soaked slit—"shouldn't we prep you more?" He's clearly nervous, his hands shaking as he grips at your side.

You only giggle. "You're slick enough."

With that, you arch up into him. He groans immediately, pressing down on your hot body and holding you close as the substantial girth of his combined cocks breaches your wet hole. You whine at the stretch, and the sting of that invasion, and Spinner starts to pull away almost at once. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close, clinging to his back in wordless encouragement to continue, too breathless to actually speak.

You don't know what you were expecting, exactly, but what you get is mindblowing. The sweet fullness of him slowly slipping inside you, and the coolness of his smooth scales against your flushed body has you practically quaking beneath him already as he kisses along your neck.

"You're so—a-ah—so warm, 'n tight," he slurs against your lips, repeating those words over and over as he inches his way deeper. He only stops to look anxiously at your face when you let out one especially throaty whimper. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Your only response is to kiss him deeply and press your hips harder against him, coaxing him deeper. Your cunt feels stretched impossibly wide already, the splitting of your walls bordering on uncomfortable, but somehow it still isn't enough. Spinner whimpers at the tight grip and then, holding you by the shoulders, finally drives himself fully inside you, bottoming out.

For a moment he pauses, no noise but a choked sound escaping him. Then, as if he can't contain himself any longer, he starts bucking his hips, melting into a moaning mess as he humps into you, shallow, erratic thrusts massaging your inner walls.

Even with no proper rhythm, you're overwhelmed by the sensation. You've never felt so full, so good—like his cocks are fighting for space inside you , stroking every possible part of your insides as you do so. His hands match that thoroughness as his thrusts grow more demanding, his clawed fingers caressing your flushed skin, exploring everywhere they can reach.

All you can do is hold on. Grip him tight and feel his defined muscles flexing under your fingers with every one of your movements. He's so deep, is making you feel so complete, and you can't even think—can only lay back as Spinner edges your body towards the boundaries of euphoria.

It's not long before you're tipped over the rim. The heads of his cocks reach somewhere deep inside you're not sure you'd realized existed, the thick swell of him pressing snuggly against that perfect, sensitive spot on your front walls, and then you're coming undone, constricting around him.

That crushing squeeze has Spinner crying out his happiness, his lavender hair tickling your cheek as his eyes drink your ecstasy, making it clear it's not just his own pleasure that has him so full of bliss—he looks half-drunk on your response to him, on how good he's making you feel.

Spinner's hips snap harder, one arm sliding around to grip tight at your waist as he leaves the last of his restraint behind, his movements so feral that, as he works his way deeper than you thought possible, you can see a slight bulge in your abdomen moving back and forth with each thrust.

You're screaming as he keeps going. Drooling and babbling how much you love it, eager to make it clear just how good he's making you feel—better than anyone ever has. Eventually, as the pulsing thrums of your orgasm stretch out into what feels like impossibly long bliss, you go entirely dumb, incapable of anything except laying slumped against the sheets, grateful but nonsensical sounds clawing up from your throat.

His hips start to stutter before long, and you pant as warmth spreads through your cunt and the sense of fullness increases, Spinner seeming to grow even thicker, harder in the moments before he cums. Then he's convulsing and trembling, his cocks twitching deep inside you as he floods your insides with copious rushes of warmth.

When it's over he flops next to you, gasping. His cheeks are red, his eyes glazed over with bliss, and you roll slightly, kissing him hard and then running your fingers through his hair. He looks spent, but now that you've finally, finally gotten what you wanted, you fear you're going to be addicted.

You lean in close. Kiss at his ear and then whisper, "Round two, but this time on my hands and knees."

Spinner's eyes widen, but he's already shifting, nodding vigorously yes with the biggest grin you've ever seen.

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Kinktober (+18) | Day 11

Pairing: Spinner | Shuichi Iguchi x GN!Reader Prompts: Suspension Bondage | Foot Jobs | Forced Orgasm Content Warnings: Bondage, Foot Job, Hand Job, Forced Orgasm Word Count: 595

Summary:

You wanted to try out something that piqued Shuichi's interest but getting him to stop wiggling as you tied each knot was harder than you thought. Maybe you'll just need to tired him out.

“Stay still!” You laughed, flicking him on his leg. “You’re making me take longer than I need to!”

Shuichi pouted, huffing as he tried to stop wiggling around. You focused back on your knot work, slowly circling him as you made your way through your design. He was currently suspended off the floor, attached to a contraption you bought online after showing him. Shuichi’s legs weren’t far off the floor, since he didn’t want to start off that intensely. You haven’t even managed to get a lot of rope around his body, you’ve only just recently got him set up. 

“This is harder than it looks!” He grumpily defended. 

“Staying still?” You joked, pinching at his side. He jumped, playfully glaring at you. “Are you not having fun, Shuichi?” 

“I didn’t say that…” He looked up towards the ceiling, blush crawling across his cheeks.

You spotted his growing erection through his underwear, smirking as you got an idea. “I really think that you do like it.” You teased, using your foot to rub against his cock. 

His head snapped towards yours, his mouth agape. “H-Hey, wait I-I didn’t–” He began before you interrupted him with a grind of your heel.

You let out a giggle as he whimpered, pausing only to let his cock free from its restriction. You continued pressing your soft foot against his throbbing cock. You curled your toes around the tip, smearing the precum as Shuichi shuttered. You could tell he was holding back any noises he clearly desperately wanted to make. You cupped his face, running your thumb over his cheek. 

“Do you like that?” You asked, your face equally full of love and amusement. “I think you like this little idea more than you thought, huh?”

He nodded frantically, not trusting himself to speak. “Tell me, baby.” You commanded, leaning dangerously close to his face as you stilled your foot. 

He whimpered again, screwing his eyes shut in frustration. “Yes…” He spoke softly, refusing to meet your gaze, his face felt on fire. “I like it a lot, especially…especially since you’re um…in control.” 

“You like me in control?” You asked, giggling. “Aw, baby.” 

Shuichi got even more flustered, wiggling around in his binds as he tried to hide himself. Your laughter continued as you grabbed his face for a kiss, which he pathetically melted into. He tried leaning towards you when you pulled back, pouting again as he tugged against his arm restraints. 

You walked behind him, heading away momentarily so you could grab a bottle. He tried to follow you but the angle did not provide him with much insight. You pressed your body up against his back before he could process what was happening. You squeezed some lube on your hand and without warning wrapped your fingers around his shaft. He gasped, his head hanging forward as you set a relentless pace pumping his cock without warning.

Your lips kissed against his neck as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He whined as tried fruitlessly to buck his hips to meet your hand. You hummed into his shoulder as you started expertly working his shaft. It didn’t take long before hot cum shot out of his cock, dripping onto the floor. His legs shook as he panted, twitching as you made sure he was thoroughly spent. You let go and reached for something to wipe your hand off with before moving your way around him. 

“Maybe you’ll stay still now.” You teased, a grin spreading across your face as you looked at his slumped flustered form. 

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