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Your loss, my gain! Ch2

Life is hard as a female sidekick. It's worse when you don't get respect because of your weight. You stray from the path only to get lost and stalked by something big in the forest. You don't think your quirk Rubber ball and iron gut is going to last much longer.

Shigaraki is livid you try to run. How dare you. But punishing you is too big of a job for him alone. Plus he want's his mommy, claimed and bred. Nothing like taking you too a special prison to keep things on track.

Warning: Yandere Mothman Shigaraki with chubby darling, breeding kink, drinking, and fluffs.

Ch 1

Chapter 2

When Shigaraki snatched you up, you squealed in fear.

Was he going to punish you for trying to run? The wind is whipping around your hair, making it hard to see. He flies swiftly. Oh no, is he going to kill you?

You didn't have long to think about it. You feel your middle drop, the sensation you get when he moves to land. You are massively confused.

You read about this forest. Nowhere was it mentioned that there was a massive stunning European castle. It was hard to see through the thick fog. It had a long walkway that Shigaraki carried you over.

"Why are we walking?" you asked. The place was creepy the closer you got. There was an abandoned little village. At least you thought it was abandoned when you heard something skitter behind you. You gasped and clutched at Shigaraki. The closer you get to the castle, the more ominous it seems.

Glowing eyes in dark windows. The slamming of shutters. A strange hissing sound. All of it was scaring you. It was something out of a horror movie. When you finally reach the doors, he signals that you stay here.

You are starting to babble how you will be so good. Never run away. Be sweet and kisses every fucking minute if only he didn't leave you here. You clutch at his arm, but he puts his hand in front of your face like you are a whiny puppy. Oh fuck, he got you good. Now you are begging to stay with him.

You stood there as the fog enveloped him, leaving you standing alone. Something swished behind you. A low hissy snicker.

"Baby! I'm sorry. Please, come back. I'm scared," you shouted to the fog. Wringing your hands as suddenly a chorus of mocking voices.

"I'm scared. I'm scared!" They mocked until a pale arm reached out and pulled you close. You screamed while Shigaraki roared at the fog. He petted you, claws prickling against your scalp whimpering against his chest. He ran a feeler over your cheek and lifted you with a deep little purr to carry you inside.

"Welcome," Kai Chisaki says behind his mask. You grown and snuggle into Shigaraki to hide. You recognize the masked man. Your agency helped in organizing a raid against him twice. You are so confused about what he is doing here. He should recognize you. But he is talking to the giant Mothman like they know each other. It was a lot of Baby chittering, snarling, and clicking sounds.

"Yes, I got it. Your terms are more than reasonable. Don't worry. She will be safe. I have a few rules for her. I'll have the contract written up while I explain it to her. Have a seat, round lady," Kai offered. Oh, that pissed you off. You are sensitive about your weight, and this child-abusing jerk has no right to say shit about it.

"Oh yeah, I have some rules too," you huffed back. Kai jerked back with wide eyes before he started laughing.

"You are funny. I promise not to talk about your weight. Let me give you some advice. Wait until I explain what is happening and the rules," Overhaul says, taking off his mask and smiling. His sharp fangs stood out. He took a glass and gulped down its contents. Kai's lips are tinted red as he leans forward.

"Go ahead," you huff.

"Not stupid. That's nice. You noticed I'm a vampire, and I can read human's surface thoughts easily. It's important to know because I'm your new warden. Your big nasty mate over there is pissed you tried to run," Kai said, pointing at your giant moth Baby, who is crossing his arms and turning back on you, "Don't bother. Your big baby boy will not forgive or trust for five years. You will be under my care for five years. You two will be living here nice and happy. The rules are simple. Don't try to run. Don't let the other human know we are vampires or various other monsters. You will be on your best behavior. That's it."

He can read your mind, so he should know what you want. You are chewing at your nails in agitation. So, you do the smartest thing you can think of.

"I want to be in on this deal too. It sounded like you were open to it. I want to create two rules twice a year for good behavior after these two requirements I get to have now. One, I want a few hours a day with someone that can translate with my Mothman. Two, no part of the castle grounds are off-limits to me," you say.

"Whatever you are truly thinking is being buried deep. Very clever. I can't wait to see what fun cat and mouse games we can play. We can't read our fellow's minds, so when we meet someone like you, we get excited. Agreed," he grinned. You shuddered because Kai's teeth were stained with blood. The Kai you know would blow his brains out before drinking blood.

You sign the contract along with them. Watching your Mothman you know as Baby bite his finger and write in blood with the tip of his claw. Shigaraki. Your mind is reeling with a thousand questions, which helps against the vampire. Kai said he could hear surface thoughts. You gambled he could listen to the loudest most. Concentrating is hard when your mind is ordinarily busy thinking of random shit.

Shigaraki like the League of villains leader? They have the same sire name. No one has seen his face, and he's small in the crime world compared to someone like Kai Chisaki or the hero killer. But Kai was not a vampire in the middle of the forest. You are mulling this over when you are taken to your new cell.

"This is your apartment. Overhaul wants you to," the little birdman was saying when Shigaraki snarled, slamming the door on his face and turning to you. Cooing and nuzzling your hair as you stared at the room slack-jawed. You shoot him a dirty look.

"I thought you were mad at me?" You snit at him. Your anger fades as you examine your place. This is bigger than your apartment. You run from one massive room to another. It has a spa bath and a golden toilet. It has a dining room and dimmer lighting in every room.

The bedroom is not to Shigaraki's liking as he shreds the mattress to create a nest. You leave him to it while you get excited by everything you see. No tv but several puzzles. Eesh, you never considered a hobby. You spent all your time being a sidekick walking miles, long hours, and a ton of paperwork. You might try reading as a pastime. Or, more likely, one of these puzzles. First, a bath with soap and strange black shampoo. This is the most luxurious prison you have ever seen.

Shigaraki is annoyed. The thought of living with these arrogant pricks was an extreme change for him. But watching you light up and dance around the place in excitement told him two things. Humans are soft little things that need so much to survive. And he will have to start working if he wants to be away from here with you in five years. He plotted while making the nest. He needs to keep his territory secured. Not just for himself but his future grubs.

His infernal instincts still burned hot. They continued screamed for him to claim, breed, and keep you as his mate. They will shut up once you are filled and swollen with his grubs. Then he can focus on nesting and hunting.

His deal was fair, but it will be difficult or easy depending on the success of his plan. Life in this world doesn't have to be difficult. One thing at a time, he thinks after he added finishing touches to the nest.

You walk in looking confused and sad. Clutching at the pile of fabric, wet and looking like a drowned kitten. Shigaraki made pleasing sounds, so you will confide in him about what is wrong. You sniffle for a few moments until you cling to him, getting him wet with your tears and moist body.

"I didn't want to wear my dirty clothes after my bath. I wanted to wear one of these pretty dresses, but I'm too big. Look at this. The only thing I could find that fit was these strange stockings. They feel nice, but I can't go around wearing dirty, torn-up denim shorts or a blood cover shirt. And I can't walk around in just stockings," you cried.

Shigaraki did not see the problem. He did not want you walking around except here for him anyways. You can walk around naked, here, for him is fine, he decided. But you seemed to have none of that. He wanted to breed you, but your scent is so sour with misery he doubts you will let him. He could force himself on you.

But he doesn't want to break your spirit. He likes how bubbly you can be. The way you smile at him is too precious to kill in one moment of passion.

He can wait. He helps you tie the dresses around you until you are entirely covered. He doesn't wear clothes, but even he can tell you look like a roast wrapped in a couple of garbage bags.

Forget aesthetically appealing his poor mate deserved to be happy. He has five years to turn you into a good mommy and obedient mate that won't try to run. He holds you tight, claws tangling in your moist hair. He pats you on the head as he pulls away. He shoves his hand in your face, signaling he wants you to stay. He kisses you then he heads out.

You sigh in relief. It doesn't seem like Shigaraki will hurt you, but you don't see a way out of here yet. It felt soul-crushing. You find your bag. Listening to the radio wasn't fun and filled with static. A signal was hard to get here, but you sacrificed sound quality not to feel entirely alone in this huge apartment.

You turn the lights on full blast in the dining room. Listening to the radio and trying out a puzzle. It was strange. All wooden and hand-painted. It was beautiful and annoying. There was no picture on the box. You look for all the edge pieces. Hours later, you hear a knock on the door. You didn't want anyone to see you with dresses tied to you.

It turned out it was a pointless worry because a tray was left at the door. You take it to the table. Settling in and lifting the tray to a burnt nightmare. There were carrots and a chunk of char. You bite into the thing. Your quirk affords you the ability to eat anything. But it doesn't spare you the misery of flavor.

The outside of the chicken was crunchy coal. Inside was raw chicken. The carrots deflated to bitter mush. They must have been old. Ok. Nope. No. This was torture. Regardless of your quirk, you will not be eating this slop day in or day out. This was a recipe for diarrhea and Somalia for anyone but you.

You grab the tray in a huff, racing through the castle, asking any shocked person where the kitchen was. Found the dining room filled with a kaleidoscope of freaks and occult oddities.

None of them were eating, which made sense given what all of you were served. But Kai pretended to eat from an empty plate, clinking around silverware. You ignore all this since you are so mad. You drop the tray on the table with a loud bang drawing everyone's attention to you.

"Everyone stop eating. Who cooked this? Because I want to slap them," you say, pointing an accusatory finger at the offensive meal. Kai chuckles. Later you realized probably because you looked dumb in your outfit.

"Thank god someone said something. They are great doctors, but the hospital food is the worst," the red blind guy says next to you.

You do a double-take because he looked familiar. He was thinner and had a wrapping around his eyes. But it was the missing hiker with the o- blood quirk. This guy's quirk made him a walking blood bank, and the United Kingdom wanted back desperately. After missing for two years, everyone gave up on him and his sister. There is a picture on the board near the entrance.

"Iron gum," you say quickly to the civilian. You gave him your hero name for two reasons. You didn't know if he was secretly hostile, and you wanted to save him, if nothing else, from this food.

"What?" He asked.

"Iron gum is a new patient here, Hugh. She is here because she suffers from paranoia. Her poor husband had her brought here to find a cure. I am sorry about the food. I will find a chef, and soon we will be getting better quality. Thanks to Iron gum's mate… husband," he says.

"Dammit, Dabi! I'm starving here," someone snarled at the poor, bored-looking burn victim.

"Better than raw," he said coldly.

"The middle is raw," you inform him, "Look, I'm not the best cook. But I can make something edible. Just show me the kitchen."

The kitchen was a medieval nightmare. It's huge but empty of anything modern or really useful utensils. Several stoves, but only one has been used recently. One pot, one pan, one stack of wood. There was a pile of backpacks and rucksacks.

You started ripping them open and finding Dried noodles and clothes. None of it fits you. You get started with Kai watching you bustle around. You open the door and slam it shut when a nasty hiss comes from the darkness. Kai laughed again.

"You can go anywhere, but you won't want to. What is this device?" He asked, holding up a top-of-the-line emergency radio. You held out your hand. Amused, Kai lets you have it.

Damn, you were hoping it was a satellite phone too. You crank the charger and tune it to an old radio variety channel, tweaking the antennae until it comes in clearly. It stopped once you took your hand off the antennae. Kai took your spot while you went back to cooking.

When the food was done, you looked up to see most of the kitchen filled with monsters. All else enraptured around the radio. They all looked like children discovering color for the first time. It was rather endearing.

Shigaraki waited. He wanted this over with tonight. He had spent days away from you to snatch up the other male. The lackey called Rin was supposed to be here hours ago. He had wanted to spend more time with you. But the vampires are demanding. The meat-eaters made him hunt too much. He had to go further and further out into the other territory.

Outside the bubble of their world. It is different. He can feel the drop in magic. The world reeks of burned biofuel. It was unpleasant, but the hunting was considerably easier. Most of the animals he came across were docile.

The humans that cross his path are soft and weak. He had been relieved to be back at the castle. But he could only manage to crawl into the nest and snuggle against you as he falls asleep and you are gone in the morning. He wants to breed, dammit.

Finally, the man arrived with the extra pack. He stalked the man from the canopy of the trees. He waited and got the perfect angle to drop down on Rin. The man yelped and flails. Reaching for the gun in his belt, Shigaraki yanked that away. He kept his foot on his back and pointed down to the ground. He wrote in the dirt close to his eyes.

You are funny. I like. We fly. Talk to humans. Keep friends in mind.

Rin reads it and nods. He always has his friends on his mind, but none more than you. He missed you.

"I want to see she is safe," Rin growled back at the monster. It makes a hissy sound that took him a moment to realize its laughter. Oh, how he loathed the moth creature that lifted him with one arm. Throwing him like a rag doll over it's shoulder and flying into the night sky like he weighed nothing.

Shigaraki dug his claws into the walls of the building. He reached out with his other hand and shattered the glass. A businesswoman's shoulders jerked when she saw a giant Mothman plop Rin down in the middle of her office.

"Can I help you?" She asked, hanging up her cell.

"More like he can help you," Rin said, staggering to his feet. Handing the CEO a letter. Shigaraki grabbed his notepad and a pen and wrote out his questions which Rin translated. At the end of it was Rin who negotiated the details and paperwork. Shigaraki was there to remind him that he would kill all of them if the deal wasn't good enough.

The retreat hotel is now a wildlife preserve for wolves. They secure Shigaraki's territory, and the hotel provides him and the werewolves with food in exchange for not eating all the guests. The hotel will now get government funding, and people will stay out of the horrid forest. Shigaraki was pleased and would allow him to see you after he was done.

Flying Rin to the castle where he met Kai Chisaki. This made Rin's mind reel.

"I work at the Fat Gum agency, and I recognize all of you," Rin said in terror.

"Really? Your friend managed to hide that from me. There are so many other worlds than these. I did not mean to bring us here. But now that we are here, we are no longer bored. Shigaraki is the Apex predator in my forest. I have been trying to get him to join for quite a while. All it took was a tasty plump human to get him to compromise. Shigaraki says you are a smart lackey. We have gold but no means to navigate or survive outside our territory. The deal is simple gold for technology," Kai says.

Shigaraki mentally snarls, he is already exhausted.

"I'm not doing anything until I see that she is alive and ok," Rin grits.

"You don't need me. Where is mate?" Shigaraki chitters.

"Playing croquet," Kai said, pointing to the window. Only Shigaraki could give a shit about the window. He made a beeline for his mate. Looking out Rin saw the woman he had pined for for years, whooping as you hit a ball through some metal wires. Taking a glass from a champagne fountain and was delighted to see Shigaraki. You scream joyfully when you see him racing to him in a fluffy billowy dress. He lifts and hugs you close.

Ron has never seen you that elated at the agency. He tears up. You are so pretty and happy. He has done that for you. He watches as you press the glass to Shigaraki's lips and have him down the rest of the drink.

"I am the master of croccccccccchet!" you shouted with an insane laugh. Rin grins ear to ear, watching you. He has always let you down. He is so glad he made this happen for you. He doesn't think he has ever seen you have so much fun. He turns back to Kai, "Alright. Let's make a deal that makes me rich."

Shigaraki spun you around, so excited to see his sweetness, he lifted and kissed you in the air. Your flush face shrieked with joy. You have him drink the bitter stuff, not knowing he has never drank before. He is a wild monster. He has only ever tasted fermented fruit he gathers from the ground. In liquid form, it goes straight to his head.

He knows some of the new friends you made and wants to share in your pleasure. Dabi offers him more of the drink as you slowly explain how you want him to bash the ball through the wires. He drinks it. Anything to please you. He smashes the ball through the wires and hits the stick at the end.

Everyone cheers, and you scream "Oh baby" as you jump in his arms and kiss him. He wasn't expecting it. Everyone took another champagne, and so did he. It felt great seeing you pleased with him. Maybe…. just maybe tonight, you will let him. You smell like you are in heat. Ripe and ready to trap in his claws. He downs the glass and grabs another.

You tingle more than his instincts. You have a way of bringing joy and light to the worst of them. He plays along a little more. Whacking the ball, avoiding yours, and laughing as you show him how to hit in that insanely poofy dress.

"You got to spread your legs like this, baby," you are telling him.

"That's what she said," Compress slurred. You laugh and point at him

"I knew you liked the pegging Compress, you sexy beast," you shout before taking your turn. Shigaraki was irked he lost the game, but you didn't seem to care, as you congratulated Twice with the others. That was too friendly. He gathered you up and threw you over his shoulder to go to their nest.

"Oh shit. We are tired, folks. Nice game, everyone. Except you Twice. You suck!" You giggled.

"No, you suck! Best friend!" He shouted after.

He has you giggling and laying in the nest in a mess of fabric.

"Isn't it pretty? Not practical. Here help me out of it," your skirt says as your legs kick in the air. Completely hidden in the pile of fabric.

He helps upright you, a claw working at the knots of the bodice until you are free up the rib crusher.

"Whew! I can breathe now. It's all the style at court. I can't wait until it's not. Kai had it made because I can cook. I'm not great, but I don't chare things to a crisp. Where have you been? I missed you. I was all alone," you tell him sincerely.

The guys are nice, but the situation is scary. Kai has let you walk into some nasty places to teach the boundaries. When Shigaraki is around, Kai doesn't try to mess with your head.

Shigaraki has been a big sweetheart when he snuggles up during daylight. You plan on using your rules to get yourself out. But everything is making you wonder why?

Everyone is friendly except some of the vampires like Kai. No one has insulted your weight. Hugh seems to be happy being a blood bag. The man is a real dummy. Hugh hasn't realized that he is surrounded by predators, not at a hospital. The radio and cooking made you popular. You have never been popular or had friends before.

It was always work and disrespect. You have a big handsome Mothman pampering you. He makes a sweet little keening noise as he crawls over you like a cat. His toned abs flexed with each languid movement. His massive cock brushes your ankle as his tongue darts out and licks your clothed thigh. You squeal.

"Oh fuck," you breathe. Shigaraki runs his face up your middle, purring. Flapping those wings, runs his claws over you, hooking those fingers in the bloomers and pulling them off. He leaves the stockings on. Those look cute on you with the garter belt. The corset covering your softness must go. It is his part that melts his heart. You make adorable light little moans. You help him pull it off. When he slips his hands under chemise, you get shy and squirm from his touch on your soft belly.

"Not there. Let me keep it on, baby," you groaned. Your scent changed. Earthy clay after heavy rain. How annoying. Shigaraki didn't like this scent at all. How could you not understand by now he loves you're your tender shape. He will let you keep it on, Shigaraki thinks with a wicked grin. He shoves his massive head under the thin gown to lick and nip at your belly.

You shriek. Kicking and flailing as he licks over your interesting stripes. He didn't know humans had stripes and paid extra attention to those.

"NOOOO! That tickles! No! Not my stretch marks!" You yell and jiggle with laughter.

You had to be bright red in shame. It's embarrassing that someone whose quirk can make you expand like a balloon that you have stretch marks. He enjoyed the new scent much more. It mixed with your joy scent, driving him wild and encouraging him to explore what else he can do to make you laugh.

He tongues your belly hole that makes you double your struggles. His feelers flit over your breasts and ribs, adding to the tickling. Unable to dislodge him, you flipped on your hands and knees you clawed away from him. He was too drunk to hold back his instincts.

A female would present themselves like this. The second his cracked kiss between your shoulder blades, your warm scent had him in a frenzy. He tore through the garment like paper. Sharp teeth bite at you as he folds on you, keeping you in place. You stilled in a natural spike of fear that this was not playful.

Cocooning you in his arms and arching his hips up to you. You are so much smaller than he is. He missed entirely. He was confused, forgetting you are not a wingless member of his species.

Shigaraki felt goofy and lightheaded when he released the back of your neck. He made a deep rumbling growl of need as he took another deep inhale of your scent, making his feelers twitch as the tingle of pleasure shuddered down his body.

You whimpered lightly. Father scolded him somewhere in the back of his head about frightening his female. He relaxed only when the tip of his cock found your bud. He rubbed himself against your wet folds and over your clit. This relieved some of the greedy need. He loosened his grip, nuzzling the back of your head with those lovely trills you seem to like. You snap your legs closed on his aching, leaking cock. Which felt even better.

"Whoa. That is still scary every time," you whine as you look down between your legs. His cock thrusting between your thick thighs. His hands move to cup and play with your ample chest. You wanted to screw. But he is quickly sobering you since all his mass was pressing hard on your back. You forget how big all of him is. He is making a friendly clicking sound as he messes up your hair.

You relaxed and spread your legs a little. The prickles Shigaraki was sending through your body with his rubbing of his cock and his claws were quickly making you heated. Usually, he is very serious looking. But today, he was extra sweet and silly. You winced in fear the first time he gave you that goofy shark grin. Thinking, he suddenly became mad at her. You looked at him over your shoulder.

In a small voice with smoldering eyes. Shigaraki whimpered in surprise when he felt your finger push his cock to your tight little hole.

"You can," you told him.

That was more than what he needed. He was getting too heated. If you had not offered yourself. Like a fool, he would have knotted and spilled in your legs instead of inside you. You need to be tamed and hobbled. Human females loved their offspring. He captured you. He needs to claim and breed. It's a feverish need.

The head of his leaking cock notched at your entrance. The hands on, your jiggling tits slide down to your waist. A shame because he was enjoying tweaking and pinching your nipples. Feeling them pebble under his sensitive fingertips. He grabs your hips, impaling you on him while he gives one final hard thrust.

With a growl and a sharp yelp from you, he is more than halfway in. You squirm and bite a pillow, twisting it until the burn in your pussy starts to fade. Shigaraki pants and make sharp chirps as you suck him deeper into your wet warmth. Your dripping, quivering sex doesn't have a moment to adjust after he bottoms out.

The harsh sting of his length kissing your cervix has you panting like his sweet bitch in heat. He starts painfully slow. Short shallow bucks that allow him to enjoy your hitched breaths. The pleasure you pull from him is more than he has dreamed of. The tingles you send through his loins make him drool. Each stroke brings him to the edge of his primal urges.

You are so fucking tight. He likes how your body knows how to take his cock. He growls along with the flapping of his wings that have increased pitch. The tip of his leaking head pressed firmly against your cervix. Your moans and gasps of delight hit his antennae his entire body trembles, his wings vibrating in excitement.

You throw your head back and scream with a string of happy curses. He feels your warm, soft walls flutter around him and almost cums from the pressure of your gripping cunt. A hot jet of your juice washes over his throbbing member, soaking his front. You are so much wetter. Father hisses at the back of his head that now is the time. He thrusts harder to push past your resistive grip.

He is losing his mind as your tight cunt fights him. You feel so damn good. His claws dig in too much at times, making you feel breathless and grit in different pain. You can see the exhilaration and manic obsession dance in his eyes when you look back. Pulling you into him, his eyes laser-focused on your perfect ass bouncing with every impact, smacking him as if challenging him to keep going.

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, squirming against him, stretching you with his burning cock. Adrenaline is pumping through him so aggressively that he does go feral. He snarls and chitters at you to look at him. Of course, you can't understand. He grabs your jaw to force you to look back at him. His long tongue in your mouth to taste while he ties his tongue with yours.

Kissing you, sucking on your lips, as lewd noises slip past both your lips as he ravages you. A low rumble grows in his throat as he starts to buck faster, which you can feel in your core. His cock glides along your slick walls, dragging along your sweet spot. Coaxing moans from your red lips. It's not long before he's pounding into your tight wetness without mercy.

Your nails are digging into the blankets. Your pussy tightens as his hip snapping like a beast. Your center squeezes and grips at his dick, intensifying his thrusts. Lightly biting and suckling his tongue because he is not taking it from your mouth, hoping he gets the hint. You would struggle because it's hard to get enough air with his tongue violating your mouth.

He feels your orgasm building and chases after it. Pleasure tingles down the base of your spine. Ecstasy is coiling in your core. You are unsure if the buzzing is in your head or from how intense he is vibrating those wings. The intensity of his rhythm picked up, tipping you over the edge.

An explosion of bliss shudders through you, engulfing you both in a tidal wave of euphoria curling through his nerves. Your pussy clamps on his like a vice. You scream as your pussy milks him dry. He pulls away, growling and letting you breathe. His cock knots and shoots his seed deep in your womb. He roars with drooling bliss.

"Fuck! I came hard! Hardest!" You gasp, seeing white stars. Pulsing around the length of his shaft, he still stares you in the eyes. Those crimson are a tidal wave of bliss. His hot cum is pumping into you. You did cum hard, squeezing him of every drop. He waits until you both stop trembling.

Pulling you with him when he rolls over, holding you close all night, purring and humming your praises. He can already smell the change in you. His grub. You will be having his grub or grubs. His heart swells. Finally, you are claimed having been properly bred. A real mommy!

He can feel liquid dripping near his eye. Shigaraki cracks it open, wanting to rip the source apart. His flaming temper cools when he sees it's the boy drooling on his face, sleeping soundly.

He sighs and looks over to see the boy has a foot right in the middle of your shoulders. It is incredible how you can sleep through anything. He shakes his son.

"Huh? What daddy? (clicking sounds)" Oso groans, cracking his scarlet eyes. A deeper red than Shigaraki's.

"You should be sleeping in your own nest," Shigaraki chitters.

"Why? Sister gets to sleep in the nest. I want mommy and daddy hugs too!" The boy snarks.

"Your sister is one. You are almost five. You are not a grub any longer," Shigaraki says calmly. His son hisses and flops over to you, "Don't you dare wake your mother!"

"You are both noisy," you mumble. Oh, Father wants him to slap that defiant larva. He quiets that voice.

"Mommy, Daddy is being mean. He won't let me stay in the nest," he whines in your speech. It was discovered early on that Shigaraki could not speak your language, only a few human-like sounds.

His larynx and tongue are too long for it. But Oso can. Little shit takes advantage too. Shigaraki would be proud if it wasn't so cock blocking, like now.

"Aw, well, you are already here. Lay on, mommy," you say, drifting back to sleep.

Shigaraki rolls his eyes. He has told you not to let him get away with this. You won't think he's so cute when he sports morning wood. Oso is burying his face in the crook of your neck, purring.

Fuck he's wide awake now. He's worked so hard to create his family. He feels bad. There are nights he wants to turn his son's tongue to dust.

Shigaraki rolls over, covering his beautiful family with his wing, purring.

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amaranthdahlia · 4 months

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its ichinii/kudoichi day :> (1.2)

[cut below is more drawings of them i did for today bc im deranged]

(chapter 210 extras)

also kudoichi demon/angel au i did on twitter!! let me post the other drawings i did for it hehe

(images 1-3 r a year old btw, and image 4 was also a year old and discarded draft that i decided to salvage recently)

#kudoichi has some grip on me i fear #the urge to provide for a rarepair as an artist is whole different monster #ichinii #my hero academia #boku no academia #shigaraki yoichi #yoichi shigaraki #mha kudou #2nd ofa user #kudoichi #duo holders #dahlia.art

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 2 months

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Yeah sure, really diabolical. Masterminds for sure.

#THAT'S TOO FUNNY PLEASE #THAT'S A ZERO THOUGHTS MONSTER DOG AN OVERGROWN ABUSED BRAT AND A LAB EXPERIMENT TURNED BABYSITTER #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #shigaraki tomura #kurogiri #nomu

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hangesbrattyapprentice · 10 months

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Sleuths & Syndicates

Part 3

Mafia Boss! Shigaraki x fem!reader

art by ichiya1115

˚✧₊⁎ find Part 1 & Part 2 here ⁎⁺˳✧༚

~MDNI~

Being Tomura Shigaraki’s captive becomes easier once you stop fighting it. Before, he’d leave you bound and gagged for hours, days, unconcerned with your wellbeing. Only consumed with having your body available for him whenever the urge struck him. He’d fall asleep nuzzling your breasts, his cold legs entangled with your immobile ones. For weeks, the only people you’d see besides him were the cleaning staff who seemed assiduously oblivious to your existence even as you screamed for help. But you saw how soft he’d get when you were pliant, and your will to survive made you use it to your advantage no matter how much you hated yourself for it.

He was observant. Knew just how to get a reaction out of you. Weeks of having you tied up and unable to stop him or squirm away from his prying fingers and tongue had let him learn exactly what made you tick. Things you hadn’t even known about yourself. He made you feel good. So if you forgot everything about the world outside of that room, about who you were, things weren’t so bad. He kept you fed and made you cum and only hurt you if you displeased him – or if he felt like it.

When you’ve both grown more familiar your situation, he gradually gives you more liberty. You’re allowed to move freely within his mansion, although he’s strengthened the guard. You don’t often ask for things but when you do, Tomura makes sure you get them.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Sunny? You just had bubble tea yesterday,” he rolls his eyes. But he doesn’t send one of his men. He gets it himself on his way back home so he can see the stars in your eyes when he hands you the cup. “Whadya say, brat?” And here’s why you have him wrapped around your finger. You know he’d be happy with a sweet “thank you, Don” and a blowjob, but you don’t need him happy. If you are to survive – to escape someday – you need him absolutely enraptured.

So you make sure he reads the sin in your eyes before you ask him if he’d like a taste. And when he takes the bait, quirking an eyebrow, you pop the seal and let the milky liquid pour slowly over your mouth, neck, and breasts, drenching the shirt you’re wearing until the fabric is sheer and stuck to your nipples. It’s almost endearing how his jaw hangs open – or it would be, were he not the devil himself. But you channel your hatred into lust and guide him by the back of his neck to your mouth, letting him lap up the sweet drink. His tongue runs up along the column of your neck before he lowers his head further to suck greedily at your tits through the shirt. The feel of his tongue with the added texture of the wet fabric has you moaning above him, raking your nails against his scalp.

And because he’s feeling extra generous, he turns you around and gives you his solid thigh to ride from behind while he teases your nips, head bent over your shoulder, with slow licks and quick twists between his fingers. Despite yourself, you’re coming undone so quickly, the feel of his hard thigh under pressed trousers somehow giving you what you need. Heel lifted, he pulses his leg up and down in time with the rocking of your hips and you’re so close, already feeling the tiny contractions coming when he suddenly pushes you off of him, making you fall to the floor on all fours.

“No, please!” You wail, hips thrusting uselessly into nothing, chasing your lost orgasm.

“I thought the bubble tea was for you, pet. Not me,” he smirks. His pants are around his ankles when you turn to face him and he’s found the half-empty cup, tilting it over his throbbing erection. “Don’t you want it?”

You give him what he wants – a messy blowjob worthy of a porno, wondering if your little act was all for nothing. He’s seconds away from cumming when you decide to risk your life for some petty revenge. You lift your head, gasping for air, but instead of swallowing him right back down your throat, you stay put, panting on his flushed cock, just out of reach.

“F-fuck! Sunny-nnghh!” Tomura roars, legs quivering. But instead of grabbing your head and violently fucking your face like you expected, he’s whimpering beneath you, begging, and then you’re both gaping at each other in equal surprise. Tentatively, you reach for the restraints that would usually hold your wrists and his ruby eyes follow you, a slew of emotions reflected in them clear as day. He’s a little frightened but also very hopeful.

Straddling his torso, you tie his right hand to the bedpost and then his left, kissing him slow and tender in between. He’s an absolute wreck and you haven’t even started yet. You’ve never done anything like this before, wouldn’t even know what “edging” is but with how responsive Shigaraki is, it comes to you naturally. With kitten licks and slow strokes of your fingertip, you bring him right to the edge of release before backing away and letting him cool off, over and over and over again. And when he moans, you can’t help but moan with him. You’re enjoying this, too. Your pussy aches with need. You want to ride him, and when you ask him if he can hold off his orgasm til you say so, he huffs a drunken laugh.

“Sorry, Sunshine. Don’t think I can hold it if you so much as breathe on my dick right now. What’s wrong?” he adds, seeing the frown on your face. Then he growls. “Fuck, don’t tell me this is turning you on that much, my sick little pet. C’mere.”

When you just look at him confused, he clarifies, “come sit on my face. Use me to get yourself off ’slong as you want, baby.” He’s panting hard, voice raspier than usual, cock twitching helplessly. Something inside you snaps.

You’re bracing yourself with your forearms against the wall, riding Shigaraki’s tongue as he eats you out like his life depends on it. His arms strain against the ropes, corded muscles bulging. You’re cumming for the second time, slick and spit dripping down his face and he’s groaning like he’s in agony but can’t stop lapping you up for even a second, even though you’re whimpering and backing away from the overstimulation.

Suddenly one of the restraints snaps, and in the back your head you’re furious – how often you’d have given anything for one of those ropes to snap when it was you tied up – but you’re somewhat blissed out, mid-orgasm and caught off guard when Shigaraki uses his free arm to topple you so you’re on your back, head hanging off the side of the mattress with his arms now holding both your thighs open for him and his mouth free to continue its assault on your cunt.

His lips close over your swollen clit, suckling on it hard. You scream, hands fisting and tangling in his fluffy, white hair. Two thick fingers stretch you out and pump into you, easily finding your most sensitive spot and you’re cumming all over again, legs shaking uncontrollably and sparks going off in your head. You’re pulled back fully onto the mattress by your throat and his fingers are quickly replaced by his cock and fuck he’s so damn hard you’ve never felt him this thick before. He’s not fucked you so rough since before you became “Sunny” but you love it and you’re so grateful when he spills his seed inside you but still keeps going, fucking it deeper into you. You’re begging him not to stop, and he’s eager to oblige.

It takes a while, but when you’re both worn out, clean and curled up in bed, Tomura is sweet and gentle. He’s got you tucked into his side, head resting on his chest, hand carding through your hair while the tv throws dim, flickering blue light over an otherwise dark room. He kisses the top of your head.

“I love you, Sunny,” he murmurs, and you’re just about far gone enough to almost feel as if this could be a normal relationship. Almost.

“Fuckin’ love you so god damn much. What did I do to deserve you, hm?”

You curl up further into yourself, and to Shigaraki, it feels like a hug.

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deusvervewrites · 17 days

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Mufasta Monster x Problem Children: The most restrained member of 1A is a paranoid homeless vigilante.

Undercover Heroes x Double Agent Shigaraki x Chunni Dabi: Dabi's the worst spy Hawks has ever seen.

Mufasta Monster x Problem Children: Honestly, that's probably related

Undercover Heroes x Double Agent Shigaraki x Chuuni Dabi: Amazing

#asks #mustafa monster au #problem children au #undercover heroes au #double agent shigaraki au #chuuni dabi au

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peanut0w0 · 8 months

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Just some small editing I did for a content banner 4 months ago. I completely forgot about updating my content banner. Mostly they are my fave. These boyas needs more spotlight they can get. As for the background I did, I took from Pinterest. Here it is! OBLUDA Legit loving this monster as well. Wish I had the picture book. Fufufu!

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fractiflos · 2 months

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Frankenstein AU

I had a post wondering what happened to Yoichi's body after he died, but an AU where AFO pulled a Frankenstein would be interesting. Especially if Yoichi didn't remember anything when he woke up from the operating table. This is where it would diverge from the book (even more), because Victor abandoned his monstrous creation while AFO would take the opportunity to teach Yoichi. Of course, his teaching would probably be something like giving him a heavily edited version of Captain Hero where the spiky-haired vigilantes are the villains.

And because he had to be all stitched up, I imagine AFO would also tell him that no one could love Yoichi other than him. Naturally, he tries to escape and form other connections (like how the monster wanted a mate), only for his brother to be proved right when people scream in fear and he accidentally kills someone in his panic.

We could get the good ending where Kudou and Bruce find him, accept him, and get him away from his brother, but... Remember the part where Victor was building the monster a mate and thought about how terrible it would be if there were two of them, so he ripped up his work? Now imagine AFO doing the same to the two vigilantes.

What happens next depends on whether or not Yoichi met them. If AFO did it before they found him, then Yoichi would forever live as his perfect little brother. If he did it after they found him, he'd get angry that his brother took the two best people in his life away and get his revenge. Remember how the monster killed Victor's bride? Well, about a century later, Yoichi gets his revenge in the form of Inko and Izuku. Then he runs away to kill himself so he can be with his lovers again.

#Additional Parallels:#The monster liked fire and OFA is referred to as a torch #The monster had no name and is only referred to as Frankenstein's Monster like how Yoichi's name came from AFO #Actually that one's a bit of a stretch #all for one #yoichi shigaraki #bonus points if AFO had the ability to make Yoichi look normal but wanted him to look like a monster #So he had no chance of getting close to anyone else #I think accidentally killing a child he didn't know would be best for maximum guilt #Because then his brain can go crazy imagining the wonderful life the kid could've had before he killed them #Kudou and Bruce don't care because A. AFO 'nuff said & B. They just want Yoichi back #Instead of working on my WIPs I'm doing this

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3-dsimp · 2 years

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Harpy perv! Shigaraki

Asserts his claim on his chicky 🐥

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theophagie · 5 months

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Tiny... anyone got them "we were the only two people in the world" / "I was born to smother you with flowers" Johan quotes........

#you COULD make a monster au out of this #mytext #bnha #animanga #char tag #afo #shigaraki yoichi

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slut-for-bad-guys · 2 months

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I guess I should finally introduce myself so...

•my name is Sierra but you can call me Cece

•I'm 22 years old at the time of this post

•This is my main blog so I post a little bit of everything, sorry!

•I love all things spooky

• I'm chronically ill and disabled (PCOS and I had a stroke and God knows what else. Bunch of undiagnosed shit)

• I've been with my partner for 6 years

•I'm lgbtqia+ (pansexual and demigirl)

•I'm a monster fucker, bring on all the sexy monsters

•As of right now, my top Fandoms are Hazbin Hotel and My Hero Academia

•On that note my favorite characters from those fandoms are Vox and Shigaraki (my husbands 🖤)

•I'm a Scorpio

•I don't currently write fics but I'd like to start

•I like COD too

•Konig and Soap are also my husbands

•I'm mentally ill (diagnosed anxiety and depression, suspected Bipolar 2)

•I'm goth (no. Seriously.)

•I love oddities (taxidermy, wet specimens, everything)

•as much as I love all spooky things, anything involving eyeballs freaks me The FUCK out

•my favorite animal is bats. Any of em. I love them all

•my favorite colors are black, yellow and pink. Recently I've also been really liking red and blue (thank you Mr Vox)

•I love talking to new people don't be shy!

•My favorite band (not a goth band, Sue me) is Ice Nine Kills

•I LOVE books and reading. I'll make a favorite books/authors post if anyone wants that)

•I'm plus size and working on self love along with losing weight in a healthy way because I am obese (diagnosed)

•I love me some villains (obviously, right?)

•I am a pagan witch 🖤

•also a Satanist

•I am a member of the satanic temple (joined online but i want to go) and I'd love to have a wedding type of ceremony there

•I like singing but I don't think I'm very good at it

•my favorite food is sushi

I can't think of anything else to add so there you go. Random stuff about ypurs truly!

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nonobadcat · 2 years

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A real world AU Gothic Romance - part 1/3

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Chapter one is PG-13. The other two chapters will be for readers 18+ only.

Content Warnings: Dead dog mention, cannon typical parricide

Eventual Kinks: Toys, V/oy, relations with a literal ghost

Chapter One Word Count: ~3k, Ao3 Mirror

Part 2 ---❤--- Part 3

Saturday October 15th, 2022

“So…?” gesturing like a vaudeville showman, you held out both hands towards your new house. “What do you think!? Great, right?”

Your best friend, Serenity, shoved her purple box-frame glasses up her wide, button nose and pursed her plush lips. Clicking her tongue, she curled her pointer finger into a loose coil of hair. Two tone sarcasm purred into her one word reply: “M-hmmm…”

Scratching the back of your neck, you glanced up at your new purchase just in time to watch one of the old tiles slip from the upper pitch of the dual-hipped roof. It bounced off the attic dormer, rolled past the mildew coated eaves, and slid across the mossy porch awning before tumbling a mere foot into the patchy, overgrown taxus bush.

You forced a smile and pointed to the ancient, untamed yew. “Well, at least the roots are strong.”

Serenity pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please tell me you didn't use the realtor's home inspector."

"Oh come on Ren-Ren," you laughed, waving her off. Your eyes rolled to the side as your smile fell by one tooth. "I mean… I checked the plumbing myself, so…"

Brown eyes narrowed at you as your voice trailed off. With a deep, motherly sigh, she squeezed your shoulder. "Listen, you know I love you, right?"

You nodded.

She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. "It's a dump."

"It's a historical home!" You protested, crossing your arms. "It has good bones!"

Serenity eyed up the dingy, chipping brick and sun bleached slate tiles before shaking her head. "How many square feet?"

You fanned your hand across your chest. "3.5k with an acre of property plus a full attic and root cellar."

She blinked. "Hold up. That's like $400k+ most places! I thought you said your budget was $220,000?"

You grinned. "Yeah, and this was only $130,000 including closing costs. Crazy, right?"

Your best friend did a double take, staring at the ramshackle Second Empire with renewed interest. "Well… at least that covers the roof and siding." She thumbed her chin and cocked her head. "You're sure this thing has indoor plumbing?"

You shoved her shoulder. "Don't be a dick."

Serenity snickered into her palm. "Okay, so aside from having a friggen 'root cellar' and all the curb appeal of a haunted house, what else is wrong with it?"

You pointed to the far edge of the property where a line of grizzled pines swayed in the autumn breeze. "Busiest train tracks in the greater metropolitan area."

She whistled. "That's gonna blow."

"Literally," you agreed, massaging your temples.

She elbowed you in the ribs. "Still quieter than living with your ex."

You grinned. "No kidding!" With a wave of your hand, you beckoned her around the side of the building. "Wanna see the cool part?"

"Your definition of 'cool' is sus."

You grabbed the sleeve of her caramel colored duffle coat and tugged. "Just come on!"

Across the clover riddled lawn, Serenity trudged behind you in her knee high, slouch boots. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed to fight off the cool October wind. You pulled to a stop beside a massive old swamp oak and opened your purse. A wax coated paper sack appeared from the depths of your handbag. Scrawled in inky cursive were two words: "Doggone Delish".

You squatted low, and reached between tumbling roots. Gently brushing the leaf litter aside, you unveiled a carved piece of lichen encrusted soapstone. Time had worn the words smooth, but they were still legible.

"Mon: 1885?" Serenity murmured the text out loud before her eyes fanned wide. "Don't tell me that's a—"

You laid the oatmeal biscuit on the gravemarker and patted it fondly. "He was a Corgi. I found an old picture in one of the drawers." Rising to your feet, you brushed your hands on your jeans and grinned at her. "I always wanted a pet Corgi, and now I've got one."

Serenity eyed the long, dark branches of the towering giant above you. Their bare, grasping fingers crawled at the breeze. "Yeah well, hate to tell you this but your new dog is up the stump and fattening the squirrels by now."

You scoffed and flashed her a playful smile. "So? Ghost dogs are cheaper than live ones."

"Freak," she teased, kicking your heel.

You stuck out your tongue and wiggled your fingers at her.

A low rumble tumbled in on the wind. The train's whistle shrieked out in the distance. Serenity covered her ears and grimaced. You shrugged and pointed to the house. She nodded, trailing behind you.

When they spotted the biscuit upon the gravemarker, the pair of crimson eyes in the upstairs window wrinkled with delight.

After a brief climb up the sagging porch steps and a short war with the new latchkey, your party arrived in the entryway. Pastel grey and tar black tiles arranged in geometric patterns lay just before the lanky old staircase. To the right, sunlight streamed through the bay windows of the empty, blandly colored front parlor. As Serenity handed you her coat, she examined the silk rose print wallpaper of the foyer.

"The previous owners have all tried to renovate, but all of them had to stop the repairs before completion for some reason." You patted the yellowing flowers. "So a lot of it is still the original turn of the 20th century decor."

"Okay…" A puff of dust fluttered through the air as your companion tapped one of the old gas landliers in the entryway. With a grin, she turned to face you. "This place is kinda old-timey cool."

"Keep your shoes on," you told her, shuffling her coat onto the hanger. Tucking it into the cedar-lined hall closet, you toed the chipped porcelain tiles. "I haven't finished sweeping yet."

Serenity rolled her eyes. "Nobody’s got time to clean this much house by themselves!" She huffed and crossed her arms. "Why do you think my trunk looks like I scrubbed Mr. Clean’s bubbles?"

With a squeal of happiness, you flung your arms around her shoulders and crushed her against your chest. "Marry me, Ren-Ren."

"Keep that talk up and Marcus's paranoid self is gonna blow my phone up with his 'Baby, where you at?’-s," she laughed.

You released your friend and toed her boots. "You sure keep that boy under your heels."

"Mistress Ser knows what he likes,” she agreed, using the sleeve of her hubbie's hoodie to wipe the dust off the flecked glass of an old, gilded mirror. Tracing the ornate brass with the pad of her finger, she turned to you. “I’m loving this. Where’d you get it?”

“Came with the house.” You nodded to a cabriole legged, mahogany console just below the looking glass. Though the deep auburn shellac had silvered with sun damage, crystal knobs and burled wood spoke to its posh pedigree. A square shaped water ring in the dead center hinted at the old flower vase which must have once graced the hall. “Anything fabric was mouse eaten, but I saved the bedroom set.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re gonna sleep in some dead person’s bed? Gross.”

“Don’t make that face, Ren. I’m changing out the mattress.” You sighed. “Besides, this is legit heirloom stuff. When will I ever be able to afford fancy antiques on a my salary?”

Serenity patted your shoulder. “Long as you don’t go banging a ghost or something.”

You shoved her down the hall. “You're really gonna go putting those thoughts in my head?!”

“You love it,” she teased back, running her hand over the dusty glass shades of the wall bracket lamps. “Are these oil?”

You shook your head. “Natural gas with an open flame. The seller said they capped the lines years ago though. Apparently, they caused a huge house fire back in the day and killed everybody except the little boy who lived here. After that they switched to kerosene and candles.”

“Open flame?” Serenity pulled away from the light as if it had teeth. “Small wonder the place went up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, cupping your elbows. “Sounds like the people who owned it in the forties tried to repair the damage to the gas when they added the electricity. Supposedly the lines were sound, but the gas never worked right. The flame was always going out, leaving the gas running unchecked. They think it was low pressure or something. It made them annoyed so they sold it.”

As you walked, your companion eyed the soaring twelve foot ceilings and ornate transoms above the massive box doorways. “Well duh. If you make your walls friggin fifty foot tall, of course you’re gonna have pressure problems!”

“Yeah, but the water pipes work fine,” you pointed out, grabbing the round brass handle to the empty parlor. Chantilly parquet floors creaked below your feet as you strolled to the old coal burning fireplace and rested a hand on the chipped marble mantle. In the center of the elaborate plaster medallion, a dusty teardrop crystal chandelier hung above your heads. You flipped the wall switch. The light flickered to life with a painful click, illuminating faded scarlet walls. “The electrician says the wiring is safe, but it still sounds sketch to me.”

“Like it’s grinding or something.” She pressed her ear to the peeling, geometric patterned paper before shaking her head. “Well, at least I don’t hear any bees. Marcus’s mom had them in her walls one summer and Memorial Day turned into a horror movie real fast.”

You strolled to the old pocket doors on the far wall and pushed them wide. Beyond the thick walls, worn stain and gouged wainscot welcomed guests to the formal dining room. Ready for eight, the solid mahogany table stool proudly on hand carved, reeded legs. Beside the bay windows, a matching buffet complete with a wide, oval mirror and rosewood inlays awaited crystal bottles filled with port and brandy. Between twin hall doors, the empty hutch cried out for platinum-edged bone china and silver candlesticks to fill the empty shelves encased in its diamond mutins.

“I had to strip the cushions from the chairs,” you explained, resting your hand on the glossy table. “But the wood cleaned up nice with some mineral spirits and paste wax.”

Serenity shot you an incredulous look. “You've been watching too much ‘This Old House’.”

“It’s only $10 a quart at the hardware store. Way cheaper than a new table.”

Your companion rolled her wrist and beconked you to her. “Show me your hands.”

You cringed, holding out dry, peeling fingers.

Her eye twitched. “That’s it. After we finish this tour, I’m gonna drag your scaley self to Sally's Beauty.” She ripped her phone out of her pocket, furiously thumbing the keyboard. When the signal lit up with one bar, she snarled. “If there even is one in this podunk town.”

You shrugged. “It’s a well water and septic world out here.”

Gripping her head, Serenity groaned. “I’m buying you a Brita filter. Asap.”

Heading down the long foyer, you made a sharp turn onto a narrow, walnut trimmed staircase. The dark, hand carved banister wobbled in your grip. You frowned at the loose fourth baluster. Not another one! Stupid Victorian hide glue! The original carpenter did some beautiful dovetail joinings but that stuff could not handle the humid summers in this area. More and more, the only dates you seemed to go on were with Norm Abram, Titebond and wood clamps. Now… the question was should you Amazon Prime some of the original stuff for authenticity’s sake or go with the stronger, cheaper wood glue you could get at Milton’s Hardware?

Cheaper probably. Considering the cost of Mansard roof repairs, cheaper was about what you could afford.

Leading her to the creaky upper hall, you bypassed the largest of four bedrooms on the south side of the house. Serenity paused, peaking through the crack in the old, tilted door frame. You shook your head and jerked your thumb down the landing.

“I got stuck in there last week. The house shifted so much over the years that it jams on humid days. I have to sand and rehang it before next summer.”

“Stuck? With cell service this bad?” She glanced out the far window at the long, overgrown expanse of forest which blocked any sight of your neighbors. A shiver rippled down her body. “Creepy.”

You paused, shaking hand rattling the old brass knob to the northern bedroom. “Tell me about it. I’ve left a crowbar and one of those fire escape ladders in there ever since.

Past the solid, double hip door sat a time capsule to the late nineteenth century. The original oak floors had yellowed with age but even the home inspector was impressed by their lack of seam gaps. Overlooking the front of the property, late 2000s double hung bay windows (a testament to the seller’s half-finished remodeling) encircled a small sitting area near the original coal burning fireplace. After hours of fighting with cast iron grating and a stubborn chimney flue, you’d managed to seal out the worst of the draft. The elegant brass chandelier surrendered its tarnish after two hours of polishing, leaving it capped with a luxurious glow every time the sun peeked through the gauzey Walmart curtains. Unlike the worn examples downstairs, dark wallpaper with golden peony blooms looked untouched by the years.

You flopped onto your new, plastic wrapped mattress and stretched your hands wide. “Behold! Antiquey expensive stuff!”

Serenity’s jaw dropped as she took in the six part, solid mahogany bedroom set. As lovely a red as the day it was made, each piece of satin smooth craftsmanship testified to its owner's fortune. Capped in gothic embellishments and trimmed with burr wood inlays, the queen sized bed looked more like a cathedral than a sleeping space. A marble topped, tiered dressing table with dangling pewter drawer pulls stood ready for silver backed, boar bristle hair brushes and ambergris scented perfumes. You could hide four bodies in the massive armoire. Deep dresser drawers would hold six full skirted walking costumes with ease. Loveliest of all, the free standing, body length mirror reflected your companion’s flabbergasted gawking.

She pointed to the tall, narrow door. “Ho-how’d they even get this stuff in this room?!”

You snickered, rising to your feet. “That era was all knockdown furniture,” you explained, turning the dressing table around. Tracing the dovetail seam between top and bottom, you tapped your temple. “Not like they wanted to haul all this stuff up the stairs anymore than we would.”

Serenity whistled. “Smart.”

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You dashed across the room to the six foot tall secretary desk and pulled down the writing table. In the center cubby, a luscious painting of olde English foxglove, Narcissus, and Lily of the Valley graced the Purpleheart inlays. You turned the small brass key in the latch and extracted a yellowed, black and white photograph of two children and a pudgy Pembroke Welsh Corgi. “Meet Mon, Tenko, and Hana Shimura.”

Your friend studied the picture. Hana, decked in high pigtails, stood solemnly in her dark pinafore and pristine, lacey apron. Tiny lips smashed in a thin line hinted at her efforts to control her smile. Under a messy flop of black hair, Tenko’s bright eyes gleamed with delight as he forced the Victorian portrait frown while clutching his new puppy.

“Hold up,” Serenity demanded, tapping the picture with her long, lavender nail. “Aren’t those Japanese names?”

You nodded, returning the old photo to its hiding spot. “I think so.”

She crossed her arms. “Japan had its borders forced open by Perry in 1854. We’re supposed to believe some super rich Japanese family just packed it up, moved to Gilded-Age America, learned the language, and built a mansion in the middle of Podunk, USA just a few decades later?” Jabbing an annoyed figure at the elaborate plasterwork around the chandelier, she added: “Possible, but unlikely much?”

You shrugged. “Deus ex machina?”

Serenity clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “I guess, but it’s a terrible one, even for a smutty fanfic.”

“Eh… it’s Halloween. Gotta get our fix somewhere,” you replied, kicking the cotton batting. “Help me get this on the bed?”

Bustling to your side, your companion tore through the thin plastic. “So… which one of the Shimuras burnt the house down?”

“I think it was the dad,” you explained, hefting the edge of the mattress above the bed frame. “Might have been rich, but rumor has it he was a perfectionist and family beater. According to the librarian, local gossip was that, after he killed the kid’s dog, the wife tried to take them and leave.”

Serenity grunted as she swung her side up and over. The mattress flopped into place with a woosh before sinking down into the platform base. “Yeah, bet a man like that doesn’t take too kindly to his favorite punching bags up and walking away.”

You scoffed. “Anyone who hurt Mon-chan deserves to burn.”

All at once, your hackles rose. Pricked ears caught the tail end of a distant cackle. You whipped around scanning the room.

“What’s up?”

Rubbing the back of your neck, you shook off the feeling like a wet dog. “N-nothing. Just swore I heard a…” Your voice trailed off as you fixed your gaze on the old looking glass before glancing to the window. “Weird…”

“Hey!” Serenity grabbed your shoulder. “Don’t be pulling that ‘I thought I saw something’ nonsense when I’ve gotta sleep here tonight!”

You laughed and threw up your hands in apology. “Sorry, sorry. Just caught a glint of sunlight in the mirror. That’s all.”

Inside the glass, body shaking with laughter, Tomura’s pale hand clamped tight over a skeletal grin.

Part II coming Saturday October 22nd, 2022

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