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chiliyue-archived · 1 year

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Genshin boys + hands

Includes; Diluc, Zhongli, Ayato, Scaramouche, Dottore, Itto, Kazuha, Al-Haitham, Kaeya

Not requested !

Tags; NSFW/SMUT fem!reader. Fingering, rough & soft sex, biting, teasing, mentions of crying

DILUC who's hand are rough and calloused in comparison to your own as they interlace with your palm. His grasp is gentle in contrast to the way his hips snap into you, sending a wave of pleasure through your bones. As heavy pants slip from his lips, he squeezes your hand gently, letting you know that he loves you dearly. Meanwhile, his vacant one is trailing down your torso to your cilt and only furthering your pleasure. And when the deed is done, his rough hands are tracing out the bites he's left on your body or massaging out your sore muscles.

His hands are at your waist, holding you down and preventing from squirming so much as his hips rock into you sensually, all the while his lips press kisses to your bare collarbone. ZHONGLI loved seeing how tiny you were in comparison to him, how he can easily hold you still with one hand, the other caressing your cheek or tracing the faint bite marks starting to form on your skin. And if you ask nicely, the gloves can stay on, the fabric of which only adds to the alluring sensation when he presses against your folds.

AYATO whose lithe fingers reached incredible places. He adores the way you gaze at his fingers, your mind becoming drunk on ideas all before he makes those desires come true. Before you knew, he was knuckles deep within your cunt, mesmorized with how you sucked him in each time. And without much effort, his finger rubbed and pressed against the spot that made your body tremble. All the while, his thumb is rubbing lazy circles on your cilt while his free hand is gripping your chin, making sure you're looking at him the entire time. Nothing fills him with more satisfaction than seeing your face contort into pleasure from his fingers alone.

He's so mean :( he's hands are so greedy on your bare skin, clawing and kneading at the flesh without remorse. Your predicament only worsens when the tips of his fingers grip onto your hips tightly as he makes curel teases during the heat of the moment. And when his hands aren't doing that, SCARAMOUCHE has it wrapped around your pretty neck. He deprives some form of pleasure seeing fear and pleasure spread on your features as he presses menial pressure to your throat. All the while his cock is nestled deeply in your gummy walls, twitching when you make mewls to his actions. He merely smirks and chuckles harshly at the demeanor, he has total control of your body and honesty? He couldn't ask for better.

His hands are always in some pair of gloves, teasingly trailing down your bare abdomen, his other toying with your breast. When he does take those gloves off, DOTTORE does so with his teeth or makes you do it. 'Be a good girl and take these off.' You could barely resigter his words as his gloved fingers probed your abused lips. He watches, amused when you desperately go to remove the fabrics. His hand feels terribly cold compared to your blazing cheeks, his smirk only growing when you flinch from his touch. He already has his mind set on overwhelming you with pleasure in different ways, what a better way to start your very long night than to have his fingers deep within your cunt?

ITTO, who is so mesmerized by the size difference his hand has compared to the rest of your body. His hand could easily engulf half your face or pin your arms down with little difficulty. And he can't take his eyes off the marks his hands leave on your hips from holding you a little too hard, but it's so pretty on your skin. He's too pussydrunk to realize that his hands are going to grab at your breasts as he's pounding into you from behind, the flesh feeling tiny to his large hands. His rough fingers are toying and squeezing your bud, only causing you to arch your back firmly against his chest. Your sounds only rile him up more, and he won't stop until you can do nothing more but moan his name.

He thinks you two are like a puzzle, peice together perfectly in various ways. For one, KAZUHA'S hands perfectly melded your own, squeezing it tenderly as his other rested on the curve of your waist. And when it wasn't there, it was caressing or pushing against your locks of hair from your face(which always did with the hand without the bandages). His fingers were somewhat calloused, his thumb rubbing random circles at your clit before pinching the bud slightly ecliting a surprised gasp. His touch felt so gentle compared to the way his hips rocked into you, which in itself was like another perfect pair.

AL-HAITHAM would have one hand holding a book, the other resting at your hip, firmly keeping you still within his lap. His cock was nestled within the comforts your warm walls, which twitched at the sound of your mewls as you grew increasingly restless. 'Hmm, gotta keep still love.' He would murmur voice filled with mirth. However, his hot breath hitting your ear only caused you to squrim more within his grasp. So placing his book down, he trails his hand to your chin, moving it to the side so he may press a quick kiss to your lips. His hands are always glued to your hips when he finally fucks you, his grip is so hard that it probably leaves some marks afterwards. Crescent moons are littered along your thighs from his grip when he keeps you wide for him, his fingers slightly pinching your skin. He is addicted that with his hands alone, he can easily pin you to the mattress(I'm detecting some size kink here).

KAEYA, who literally can not keep his hands to himself. His hands are really greedy; trailing down your bare thighs, keeping your legs terribly wide for him at all times as he admires your dripping cunt. His fingers are also long. He loves that he can reach places that your own hands struggle to reach, but he's also horrible curel. Pounding his fingers into your pussy until your overwhelmed and cry for him to have mercy you. And his dirty talk holds little remorse; 'my look at that, you're sucking my fingers right in.' He would chuckle harshly all the while his lithe digits are rubbing against the spot that easily made you come undone. If you think it ends there, then your horribly mistaken, because Kaeya won't stop until you're sobbing from his fingers, tears slipping down your cheeks from pleasure as he pulls another orgasm from you again and again.

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whoturnedgravityoff · 11 months

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(this is probably gonna be curel but eh-)

gl!charlie in front of dead gl!ranboo saying L

slight blood warning!!

i didn’t know which version of gl!charlie so i drew em all

#zero replies #slimecicle #ranboo #genloss slimecicle #generation loss #genloss ranboo #genloss #gl!charlie #gl!slimecicle #gl!ranboo #generation loss fanart #genloss fanart

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curelle · 6 months

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Happy Halloween bitches

#i love these girls so much #bratz fashion pixiez #curelle #why is grace + alden’s place SO NICE #I’m so jealous #my face

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jams-sims · 2 months

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Because its so late, I think I can say this. As much as I fucking hate purgatory. As a DM to a story I think its the most natural out for characters and Muns. Oh! my character can have either lived or died on the purg island? Do I feel like coming back? If the answer no. Easy out, no over the top feeling, no need to do a final stream if I dont want to. Just a stark sad tragic exit that leaves it mark. Because no one expected people to die on this silly fucking island. But deaths, mark very important and poignant moments. The island is curel and its consuming its islanders.

Max's death is one of sacrifice for his friends and the eggs. He was in a hole of loneliness, I think that loneliness took him as well. But I think qMax's death was a simple stepping stone while q!jaiden death will be a full on turn. See-

Jaiden death is probably the most fitting for her character because it is the most tragic. Q!Jaiden died when bobby died. She speant her days in a home just cluttered with his images and his likeness. She was being used by the Feds and I think deep down she knew that. Her connections were severed do to grief, her platonic husband while also spiraling found hope. He got married had a new kid and while he made sure people put some respect on her name when it came to Bobby. He had moved somewhere she could not get to him.

An in a way, I think that's all she truly needed. Her last connection, Roier was happy living his full life in a castle. An what did she have to go back to? A sunset in a house full of memories in a field of flowers surrounded by nothing. The week spent in purgatory felt like a century of suffering.

Something in her finally broke and maybe she didn't make it to the final part where everyone else was. Maybe she walked slowly, legs and feet numb. An she got to a clearing, the world is doused in chaos once again. An her ears are rinning with sirens. An all of it fades away as she stops, she stops limping along, she falls back into sitting on the cold earth.

She realizes their nothing waiting for her back on the island. What was the rush for? What was all the screaming and crying, the begging the longing. She's tired. She so tired of it all. All of it and what was it for? A new start that would never truly be hers.

She relax for the first time in a long time and the sunset looks beautiful. And she hopes that roier stays happy that all the eggs get to live happy and healthy lives.

She doesn't even hear the explosion. She closes her eyes. An when she opens them she in the air, weightless and flying. She has food she hasn't eaten in a long time. She tells Bobby not to worry, she happy now. Only to feel a swift kick to her shins. As Bobby takes her hand and she gets to tell him about all the thing she did after his passing.

She finally get to go back home.

#qsmp #jaiden animations #qsmp roier #fucking sobbing while writing this #qsmp jaiden #roier

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kingmagnificoofrosas · 4 months

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Analyzing King Magnifico

Oooh boy, I have a lot to say! This is gonna be long. So brace yourself. But first 👇

‼️Note, this is my very personal opinion‼️

I'm honestly glad how the multitude of people realizes that we don't have a villain here. And honestly, while some nag and whine around that they didn't get one, I'm not mad at all that we got Magnifico the way we got him.

So in the end, it doesn't matter to me if disney actually failed to create a villain or purposely created a good guy who changes to be the antagonist.

Ok, now to the analizing part

The very first thing we learn about Magnifico is that he has a pretty dark past. He lost his home and his entire family, anyone he ever loved, all in one night. And in a very curel way. That banner tells us a lot!

First of all, if we study the picture, we see a palace in the back, some houses and right down below young Magnifico and his parents. Now, why is that so important? Back in the days only very important people were potrayed on banners. Such as royals, families of very high status or knights. Banners and wallrugs were also used to tell important stories. And since the palace is on the banner, I'm pretty sure we have a royal family here. That would mean that Magnifico had been royalty from the very start.

Further we see that the bottom got burned. This tells us that there was a big fire. Which leads me to conclude that what Magnifico saw and experienced was most defenitely hell on earth. Imagine, his family, his home, everything burns. Screams of terror everywhere, the stench of dead burning flesh and smoke that nearly suffocates you! And he was very young when that happened. So we now know that the king has big time PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) Keep this in mind, because it's literally the key to this whole analysis.

Out of his trauma, Magnifico strived to build a safe haven, where he could make sure no tragedy like the one he'd suffered would ever happen again. He build his kingdom, (on top of already existing buildings, as we know from the art book) He taught himself magic to actually have power to protect. He made sure his people are safe and live well. That no one has to suffer, endure hunger or hardships. Sounds like a evil rotten monster right?

Just look at the way he looks at the (wishes) dreams of his people. He appreciates and treasures them!

His genuine desire to protect and keep safe has always been good!

We only see him snap after Asha triggers him. And while ptsd people react overly sensitive or exaggerated, it is understandable once you know where they come from.

Analyzing Magnifico's ptsd closer and how it influenced his actions and decissions

Magnifico had looked for an apprentice that truly understands where he comes from and shares his ambitions. But the first thing Asha asks as soon as she gets the feeling she has the job safe, is if he can grant her grandfather's wish. I understand, that she cares for her grandfather but I also see Magnifico's feelings. Can you imagine how used he must feel? Constantly feeling the pressure of "I must protect what's dear to me! I must make sure my past never repeats!" And yet, the most people see him as is the "wish-granter".

Trauma shapes you, it shapes the way of thinking and if something triggers a response, you just react. If you like it or not. And oftentimes you're not even aware you're acting up. I can tell from personal expirience ...

So what about him being slightly vain and wanting respect?

Respect is earned. Generally everyone deserves to be threated with respect unless someone gives you a solid reason not to.

So let's recap some of the things Magnifico actually deserves respect for :

Surviving a horrible tragedy and still standing

Building up an entire kingdom and reigning it well (protecting his people fiercly and sucessfully bringing order)

Being selfless

Being king and carrying a freaking lot of responsibility

Now, let's look at Magnifico's "vanity moments" more closely and examine the things he does and says with questions of why?

The thing with his hair. He makes sure his hair looks nice. Ok, is this a bad thing? Does this make one ultimately vain? No. Being content with your hair and wanting to have it look good isn't vain. Neither is being happy about it. Or looking at yourself in the mirror and like yourself. You even should be able to look at yourself and love what you see. Pure vanity is something different.

What about what he says about himself in his song?

I can't help it if mirrors love my face

It's genetics! Yeah, I got these genes from outer space

Lets consider the situation and emotional state he's in. He's pissed. And I'm pretty sure this a way to try and lift himself up a bit. I mean, like mentioned above, there is nothing wrong with liking your appearance. And he IS freaking handsome. He's not lying when he acknowleges that fact.

Of course you could twist his words and say, oh he's arrogant and vain. But people can say lots of things and not actually be a bad person.

And while true vanity is a bad trait, it doesn't make one a villain. Let's compare Magnifico to Gaston for a second.

Gaston is rude from the very beginning. He's selfabsorbed and narcissistic all the way and the only thing he cares about is himself. He shows off to be praised simply for selfgratification and because he thinks he's the center of the world.

Magnifico cares immensily for others and wants acknowledgement for it. Who wouldn't? If you do something great and constantly care for others and still aren't really appreciated for it, who wouldn't be like, "I do all this and you thank me by doubting me and wanting even more? How ungrateful can one be?" And the only things we see people acknowledge him for, is 1. His ability to do magic and grant wishes, and 2. His handsome looks.

I totally understand that he's fed up at one point. Deep down wishing someone would see him for the man he truly is below all his abilities and appearance.

Gaston would walk over dead bodies to get what he wants and in order to look good. He has 0 compassion and 0 remorse.

So, even though Magnifico is a "little" vain, he's not out of evil reasons! It literally doesn't harm anyone and it doesn't cause others to suffer. If someone tells him "You're handsome." He replies, "I know."

Good! Too many people look into the mirror and hate themselves. Of course, humbler people would just reply with "thank you." But still, this isn't a solid point to call someone a villain or bad person.

Ok, now. So far we have absolutely no reason to assume Magnifico is a "villain" so let's skip to the part where it get's interesting!

The thing with the shape shifiting entity (star) happens. Something that is outside of Magnifico's power, something he doesn't understand and it terrifies him! Why? Not because he's a power hungry psycho, not because he enjoys controling people out of complacenty and is afraid to lose that. No. It's the desperation of feeling helpless, the terror of losing control, the fear of having the past repeat itself. That is what drives him mad.

Ultimately he becomes desperate and anxious enough to let himself get possesed. Even during the whole process, he says that he never wanted this, he swore he'd never let himslef be posessed. He further says, "To this book, I don't wanna be tethered, but desperate times call for desperate measures."

Let's hear that again folks! Real loud for all those in the back! He tell us 3 times, 3 times ! How he doesn't want to turn to darkness but he feels forced to do so. Why? Because of his trauma! Not because he's a villain. He doesn't want to lose his control out of fear!

Let me show you something.

There you have it! 🫴 it's that simple. I'm tired of traumatized characters being labeled as villains.

Oh yeah but he literally goes bonkers after he let himself be possesed by the evil from this book!

Yeah, sherlock, of course he behaved EVIL after that. That's literally the evil that possesed him! This doesn't make him a villain! It make's his whole situation even sadder and more tragic. The actions are obviously bad, "villainous" if you wanna call it that, but it doesn't make him a villain!

What happens to a scared animal that you force into a corner? It bites. Does this mean the animal is evil because it bit? No. It doesn't make the bite ok, but it doesn't make it evil either.

So, I, like many others also underline that Magnifico is in no way a villain but a traumatized good guy who sadly slipped.

His personality

Composed when needed

He can be bubbly as much as he can be calm. One of the first things Amaya tells Asha is that Magnifico likes to talk a lot, yet we never truly see him talk a lot! He is more calm than he is loud.

When Asha has her interview, he gives her room to talk rather than showering her in lectures of what he wants and what he expects. He's like "Go ahead, you tell me! Imma listen."

I actually feel this very personally because I'm someone who loves to talk. If I'm comfortable around someone and I made sure I can trust them, I can ramble for hours. I can talk and talk and talk like a waterfall. But at the same time, I can also be intensly quiet and listen well.

Childlike behavior

One of my absolute favourite characteristics in Magnifico is his childlike goofyness. He has this really pure cuteness to him and a bombastic humor. He doesn't pay heed if his behavior could seem akward to others, he just acts however he feels like. He's one of those adults that would still do all the things they enjoyed doing as a child or things that children normally do and I love that!

I cannot stop chuckling over the fact that he hippity hopps down one of his corridors, giving cookies to knight armors. If that isn't adorable I don't know what is! 😂

Also, please, that whole scene! The dance moves, the excitement, the expressiveness! Aaawwww!

He has a whole miniature model of his kingdom and he makes little interactive figures! I laughed tears because it's so funny and adorable! Like he's that kind of man that would cheer at the simplest accomplishments like a child unwrapping the toy the really wanted on christmas day.

There is so much we can find in here. He's :

Playful, creative, quirky, funny, passionate, imaginative, spunky, talented - the list goes on!

But let's keep going and listen to what else shimmers through the things he sings.

I'd give the clothes off Benito's back, if you really needed that

I'd be the first one to volunteer if your home were to crumble, or if you were in trouble

He doesn't just blabber nonsense here or lies. He truly would do all those things! Why else would he sing this while alone? He has no one around so one could say he's saying this on purpose to look good. He's frustrated, offended and slightly hurt and is speaking his mind and emotions. And we are shown this as an audience.

What do these lines tell us then? They tell us just what he actually is! Altruistic. It leads us right back to what we found at the beginning. His actual desire to help, keep safe and protect.

Why would he be the first one to volunteer if a home crumbles? Because his did. A king actually doesn't need to get his hands dirty. He has enough people to do things for him, yet he'd go out of his way to take matters into his own hands because he genuinly cares!

I let you live here for free and I don't even charge you rent

Doesn't sound like a power hungry, wealth loving, gold hoarding dictator to me. Get this, you are living in a kinddom for fee! No rent! The most money you make you keep and only a bit of it goes to the king to sustain the community. That's pretty awesome if you ask me.

I clean up all your messes and I'm always there when you need to vent

So he's not only selfless but a good listener as well. He doesn't judge. He, well -

I give and give and give and give-

He wants to make sure everyone is pleased. That's actually impossible but he still tries and is secrerly suffering deep down from it. If a person only ever gives and hardly gets anything back ... it's like you fill a container with water and there is no hole to drain it. Eventually you are so overly full of others problems, you suffocate or overflow.

It's SO sad that he doesn't have ANYONE to really talk to. He runs across half the palace to let out his emotions rather than seeking comfort from someone. (Which would be the oportunity to talk about Amaya but this is for another post!)

Charming, charismatic, proud, confident

The characteristics that make him attractive besides his looks. He's a gentleman, he knows how to use words well, he isn't afraid to speak his mind and carries himself with confidence, which is displayed in the way he walks. He either strides, has a light bounce to his step or a heavyness.

Ok, now, that we have the positives, we can acknowledge the negative and neutral ones. And everyone has negative traits. Again, some of Magnifico's negative traits are caused and or intensified by his ptsd.

Idealistic and perfectionistic -Magnifico constantly obsesses over how things should and could be. Chaos irritates him. He feels safe in clear structures and always strives for the best outcome for things. If something doesn't make sense for him, he feverly searches for answers until he finds them. If not, he panics. The tiniest feeling of potentially failing wrecks his nerves.

Impulsive - He's got a short temper. Yes, he can swallow a lot but if one crosses a certain line, he snaps. His emotions control him more than he controls them. And that goes both ways. Happy, sad, angry. He feels everything intense and reacts intense.

Stormy and insecure - He reacts very sensitive to stress. He feels a certain degree of urgency in his feelings and tends to be sucess-oriented. He always wants to improve and thus pressures himself.

Controlling - Magnifico's obsessive feeling of need to control comes from his traumatic past. As long as he's in control, he feels secure. He feels safe. Control is his safeplace. Not because he has evil motives but because in reality he's deeply insecure and anxious.

Paranoid and pessimistic - Again a trait that has been heavily altered by his ptsd. Originally he'd belong to the more cautious kind. Being cautious isn't something negative, it can be very helpful since one analyzes and observes carefully before choosing to trust or do something. But his trauma causes him to always assume the worst. He becomes critical where he wouldn't need to be because of his fear. (We see this with his decissions over wishes. He disregards some not because of ill will, ignorance or arrogance but because of his anxiety)

Stubborn - If Magnifico has set his mind on something he could go through walls with his head. Once he's determinded to do something, it's nearly impossible to stop him.

Distrustful - His paranoia and pessimism makes it hard for him to trust others. He becomes hard to read and hard to understand.

Now, once the evil that has been trapped in the book posesses Magnifico, he becomes ruthless, cruel and cynical. He steps into "villainous behavior" but is it what he truly is? NO! Of course not! If people talk about a classical villain, they mean a purely evil person from the very beginning of a movie/story. If we have a originally good guy, who, through circumstances, starts reacting and making wrong choices, we're talking about an antagonist.

And good grief, Magnifico was more than redeemable! If someone actually hadn't been blind to the true struggle of his soul, if someone had actually cared enough to save him! If someone had only truly loved him. He was used, wronged, backstabbed, betrayed, left alone and dropped like a hot potato the second he snapped. Poor Magnifico. He deserved better. Far better.

Thank you for reading! I'll soon post more of my analyses. 🧐

Also, creating a redemption story for Magnifico is the most fun I've had writing in a long while. 🌹 I'm excited to eventually share it with you, once it's done.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #king magnifico

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buntomu · 1 year

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Let Me Forgive You

S6 Shigaraki Tomura/GN Reader SMUT 18+

Word Count: 3.6k

AU where Tomura wins in the war arc and comes back 'home' to his beloved. Though, they have mixed feelings it seems. Tomura will fix that. It is absolute filth yall.

WARNINGS: 18+, toxic obsessive/possessive god complex Tomura!!!!, pretty desperate Tomura too, vulgar, some violence, manipulation, guilt tripping, degradtion, sprinkle of praise, name calling, dom/sub, master/pet(?), darcyphilia, grinding, some fingering/cunniligus, spit, drooling, vaginal penetration, Tomura's monster cock

Notes: Just a little something to start it off. I TRIED TO NOT go too crazy. tried very hard to not use (Name) constantly, resorted to just pet names. LOTS OF 'PET'.

The sudden rush of the man's heart beating once again was an electrifying experience, Tomura recalled. Feeling his blood pumping in his veins, along with his body burning with complete power pulsating in his system. The change to Shigaraki Tomura was intense, everything he once was being gone and replaced. Full control over his quirk, All For One now at his disposal too.

Shigaraki would put it as being reborn.

His eyes had snapped open, on the floor of the Doctor's cold lab. Rudely awakened. A hero who kneeled at his side as he had sat up. The first sacrifice for their new god it seems. That hero was only the beginning to his gnarly blood shed. The first to fall to his new power.

The one to start his thirst for turning those heroes into dust or a bloody pulp.

Tomura had a goal he was going to meet, have hero society destroyed and all kneel before him. He will be the one to make them all pay, they will pay for those they left to drown in the curelity of this world.

He may had not been finished with evoling into the form that was planned to take and his army ambushed but Tomura was not going to allow it to hold him back. Pesky heroes always wanting to play unfair. To play dirty. He would show them how such didn't even matter, they only brought their death sooner.

Tomura would demonstrate what he was capable of even just at seventy five percent and that he is an unstoppable force.

And, so he did. Their war destroying the majority of the city. Many falling left and right on both sides, villians and heroes. Tomura ridding those in his way, his league doing their part.

All the heroes attacks were futile. They simply slowed Tomura down if anything. In the end, it was them who fell to their demise. Most laying in the rubble of the city or body ceasing to exist.

Tomura had stood there proudly, blood smearing his body along with sweat and dirt. His tight suit and flaring cape ripped, exposing skin and wounds that were regenerating quickly. Thinking everything that had happened to get to this point.

Tomura had done it. He had won. It took on all those opposed and crushed them. He grinned manically, the smile splitting across his face before bursting out in laughter and arms out. Feeling on top of the world, even beyond that. It was all his. All. His. Tomura deserved what is rightfully his.

Which included, his beloved little pet. Tomura had kept his play thing waiting so long, locked away in a safe house on the outer edge of the city. Away from any possibility of getting involved or, god forbid, to be hurt. How could he protect them while he was away, Tomura would never leave them all alone. Especially with his 'comrades', he doesn't trust any of them with his play thing, who knows what those assholes from the liberation would do.

The only member that knew their exact whereabouts was Skeptic, since he was the one that had been monitoring them the entire time with his technology. Tomura knew that twig wouldn't do anything after the way he threatened him.

His beloved had to stay safe, to stay put. After successfully destroying hero society, he was instantly heading straight for them. His army confused as to where he was going, thinking a celebration was in order. Dabi had even piped up about it. Tomura simply smiled at them over his shoulder, saying to start celebrating without him, that it is well deserved. Explaining vaguely that he still had business to attend to.

His business being them. He needed them so badly, Tomura had the most raging hard on pressing against his suit. All the excitement from the violence turned into a different... excitement. His thick cock pushing and rubbing against the resteicting material, needing their attention. He couldn't stand another second away.

Tomura was quick to get to the safe house, having projected himself through the air with his air canons quirk. The door instantly unlocking as he approached it and he allowed himself in. The house was nothing but the best, larger than most and as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.

He wasted no time, striding straight to their room he had set up for them. A room for them to share when the moment had came. The door slightly agape, soft light peaking through. Tomura could hear a voice though, heart rate picking up and slamming the door right open. The knob breaking in a hole into the maroon colored wall.

There they were. His prize sitting on the slightly tosseled bed, the lighting soft and dimmed. Their head facing him and their own eyes wide. He noticed they were... teary. The news on the TV, reporting on the success of Tomura's battle. Counting the death toll, the faces of heroes that fought appearing next to the reporter. That green haired brat even there, Tomura had put a painful end to him. It showed all the destruction and the impact the war had.

Though, the man barely had given it any mind.

He grinned with a piercing gaze, "I have returned, did my little pet miss their master?". The torn up cape fell to the floor, having unclipped it, as he moved closer but his pet backed away on the bed, slightly curling in on themself.

The look on their face wasn't what he expected to see. It was fearful, they looked horrified. As if he was a threat to them. Tomura stopped in place, "what's that look for?... aren't you happy to see me? after all this time.".

They had instantly looked away. Head moved to the side. "Tomura.. you.. you did it" They murmured out.

"Of course I did it but look at me and answer my fucking question. What's that damn look for?" Tomura spat in response. The other slowly turned their gaze back to him. They were silent for a moment, then they spoke, "you killed... so many innocent people, you killed kids, Tomura".

His fists instantly balled up at his side.

"I was all for your plan, I never doubted you.. but I didn't realize.. I didn't want this, I can't do this" They continued, a hand holding their face as tears welled up and spilled. All Tomura saw was a pathetic display, he was aware his pet wasn't like him. They were still soft on the inside. They had a sense of humanity left, the opposite of Tomura.

However, even then as they voice their displeasure with his actions, Tomura's boner kept strong. Their tears even fueled him. The poor thing is simply confused, he'll help them come to their senses and fast since he cannot stand not fucking them any longer. He needed his little power up. Tomura took a deep breath, sitting on the bed. Back facing them.

"(Name). It was all for the greater good. I wouldn't have done any of this if it had no results, no purpose. It was up to me to make the difficult decisions that no one else could make" His voice was gentle, smooth even. They listened intently. "It was society's punishment, I am their consequences. I did what I was set on this world to do and I thought you understood that, I thought you understood... me".

They jumped up at Tomura's words, panicking from the realization that they have mispoken. Facing him and reaching to him. "No no, of course I understand, I get why you did this, please, I really do-" but Tomura moved away from their touch, standing and crossing his muscular arms.

He gave a disappointed look, "you clearly don't and to think I taught you better. You have forgotten who is in the right, I am the one you are suppose to put all your faith, your everything into. I have turned into a fucking god, I decide this world's future, don't you understand that?" his teeth bared as he almost growled out his words.

They whimpered, head bowed, on their knees near the edge of the bed and regretting their words. They can't stand Tomura being upset with them, they should've known better. "I'm so sorry, Master. I understand".

Tomura looked over his shoulder, a smile creeping up on his lips. Maybe they haven't completely forgotten, still, a reminder was in order. He simply hummed.

He faced them, hand with the metal prosthetic reaching and holding their owm face. Lifting their head to look up at him. The sight made Tomura's crotch throb, the glossy eyes with tears down their cheeks. His breath hitched up.

"Oh, you're sorry, hm? I have been away for months, went through excoriating experimentation and fought a whole war and you make me come back to this. I am more than pissed off with you, brat. I don't fucking deserve this, now do I?".

"No, you don't, Master".

"Exactly. Now, I think it's best for you to make it up to me? Be good and behave for you're new god. Let me forive you. You want my forgiveness, right", Tomura's thumb stroke of their wet cheek, holding himself back from tasting your tears.

They sniffled, nodding their head. Muttering, "of course... my god". That wasn't difficult at all. Tomura almost groaned right then and there. He needed them so badly, they had no idea.

Tomura pushed them down onto the bed roughly, on top of them, hands on either side of their head with white hair hanged over his face. His lover looked him over, eyes glazing over his body. The suit ripped up, showing some skin, his muscles and promiant scars. He was filthy too, sweaty, dirty and dry blood on him. Their eyes went lower and noticed his clear erection. It made their face get hot and the space between their thighs ache.

"It's been so long, too fucking long" Tomura whispered, leaning down and burying his face into the crook of their neck. Taking a deep inhale of their scent, it was comforting to Tomura.

They simply gripped onto the blanket of the bedding, feeling their heart quicken.

His own breathing increasing, the excitement of finally having them all to himself. Tomura's hands moved down their body, gliding along the side of their body to their thighs. Parting them and pressing their bodies together. Metal prosthetic cool on their warm skin. Grip bruising as his hands tightened, the contact making Tomura let out a shaky sigh. His pet whined at such. His cock pressing into their crotch and a shock went through their body.

They could feel that he had... gotten bigger. Though, feeling it simply through his suit made their legs weak. It was going to hurt but even then, they found themself stopping some drool escape their mouth.

Tomura noticed it, his senses so much sharper. He was noticing every little response from them. The small tremors, uneven breathing and noises supressed at the back of tbeir throat. It filled him with such pride. He couldn't help but make a hearty chuckle. Lips to their ear, whispering, "didn't realize how cock hungry you would be. I should've guessed".

They had let soft noises slip out. Their hands finding their place against Tomura's strong chest.

His hips started to move, grinding against them. Rubbing into their pussy that only had thin material to separate them. Tomura could feel the warmth of it, he could already feel himself get drunk on it and he had barely started.

Next thing they knew however, was their clothing being taken off. Exposing their bare flesh to him, panties staying in place. Tomura needing to see the body he absolutely loved to use all up. He held himself up and continued his movement into them, staring at them.

"So damn pretty and you're all mine, all mine for the keeping. Only perfect for me to fucking use. You like that, don't you. You like being used like a doll. Think you made for it, made for me to fuck... Damn it, I've missed this so much" Tomura gritted out.

He suddenly parted his body away, only to move himself lower. Between their spread thighs, panties disgustingly slick. Sticking to them. Tomura absoluty loved it, he loved seeing the effect he had. He gave a manic smile, trailing a finger along it.

"Hm, you filthy slut. Already so wet, how pathetic. You were just crying a moment ago, crying over the deaths these same hands that are touching you caused. Now, they have you soaked. What a joke" Tomura laughed out, before placing his lips against them. Pressing a kiss before licking the fabric.

Tomura's love couldn't stop their trembling. Thighs shaking, threatening to close on his head.

"You're lucky I love this cunt of yours so much, wouldn't even bother with it and let my dick ram it unprepared if I didn't", he pulled the piece down by the elastic, off and threw it to the side, completely vulnerable to him.

Tomura's face stayed close as he began to drag two fingers up and down the slit, torturously slow. His fingers were long and perfect for fingering, he found that out the first time he did it to them. A 'natural' they had put it.

He added more pressure, watching his fingers move against their pussy. Making sure to get the most sensitive spots, like going at their cute attention deprived clit, and let the wetness spread on his hand. After a moment of that, he sank them inside their tight hole. Tomura moaned at the sensation along with (Name).

He wants that to be his cock so bad but he couldn't have his poor toy breaking in a bad way. Tomura wanted to be a good master, not like he would say that outloud.

The man fucked into the others pussy with his deadly fingers, hitting deep and picking up the pace every few seconds. They were making such a disgusting mess, Tomura found it so cute. They couldn't stay quiet with this sorta treatment, his digits making them feel full and it had them close to tears. His dick was going to ruin them.

"That's it, doesn't that feel so much better. This pussy must have been feeling so empty all this time alone, hm. Just wait until my cock's inside you, then you will feel complete" he cruelly said.

Then Tomura pulled his fingers out gave teasing licks, tasting them. His eyes looking up to watch their expressions. Long licks turned into harsh rolling of the tongue and sucks. They squirmed and moaned from such; the state Tomura wants his pet to always be in.

He loved the taste. He loved the scent. He loved the feeling. Shigaraki Tomura loved pussy, he was a certified lover of it he would claim.

Though, he could only do it so long. His boner was painful at that point. Feeling as if it was going to tear through the material of the pants of his suit. Tomura pulled away, a string of saliva connecting from his tongue and them for a second. He stood up to almost rip the suit off of him, undoing it. The belt falling to the floor, upper half off and exposing his new body fully along with his pants pulled down to his mid thigh.

He moaned at the relief.

Tomura's body was insane. More muscles and overall much more defined. They shamelessly stared as they panted. Though, their eyes drifted down and... their heart dropped at the sight of Tomura's cock in all it's glory.

It was monstrous. Larger than they remember, it had to have gotten bigger during the time he was away. It was hot and heavy between his musclar thighs. Tip flushed in a dark color, two or three veins along the shaft, dripping with pre cum with some white pubes that, barely visibly, trailed upwards his stomach. They let the words 'oh my god' slip out.

Tomura ate the reaction up. Grinning darkly as he took a hold of it and gave it a view pumps. He let out breathy sounds before saying, "that's right but hey don't be scared, it won't hurt... that much" laughing out the last two words.

They whined in response, their face burning up. An intense mixture of intimidation and arousal going through them.

"You can suck it another time, slut. Think I am well overdo from being balls fucking deep inside you" Tomura muttered out, grabbing at their body and going back to towering them. In between a standing and leaning over position. He held their thighs once more as he place his dick against them.

His pet watched with wide eyes, trembling violently as they felt to tip nudge at their cunt. They weren't sure wether to cry to just shove it in or that it'll be too much to take.

Tomura was also struggling himself. Struggling to control himself. The small contact of his twitching cock against his little slut's pussy was close to causing him to snap. He isn't that weak, he can't be, how can a god get so worked up.

He kept his cool, jaw slack and muttering a few curses as he rubbed along their needy pussy. Wetness spreading all on it, glistening from it. They were already so wet but he wasn't going to risk anything so Tomura shifted back to spit right between them. The other grimaced.

Tomura held their legs apart, staring intensely between their bodies. His noises becoming even more appreant, groaning and whining as he then moved the tip to push through their little hole.

It was already stretching them open to a point they made a pained sob and Tomura's eye lit up, perking his head up.

"Holy shit, don't you dare hold back those cries from me, you got that. Keep it going. Need to hear you, you're sound so good when you cry like that" he said with such a desperate tone in his voice.

He sank deeper. Sliding in inch by inch. Tomura had just gotten so big that it was unpreparable however. The stretch and ache was painfully pleasurable. It made the other light headed. Tomura drooled from the sensation, eyes rolling up a bit with an almost manic grin once he hit the hilt.

All wrapped up in the hot softness of his lover's insides.

He pushed their legs up for their knees to meet their chest, tits pushing together and it was a view that made his pet feel his cock throb intensely inside them. Tomura whined, rocking right into their warmth. Staying sheathed inside.

"Mm, so lewd. Taking my cock like the obedient whore you are. Bet it feels like I'm splitting you in half but you're pussy is gripping onto it for dear life. Fuck, it's making your Master feel forgiving already... but need more persuasion than this though", with that, he pulled out and slammed right back in. Repeating the movement over and over. Harshly fucking into their body.

His pretty prize made the sweetest noises. Reaching out to him, to hold onto him. In need of his support but Tomura pinned their wrists down.

Strong arms caging them as they laid beneath, having their bodies closer together. Their legs weakly resting on his slender waist. Their body relaxing as kuch as it could, easier for Tomura to ram them.

White hair fell over his eyes as he concentrated on using his pet all up. Catching up on the pleasure he has had set back due to world domination. The slaps of their skin loud and wet. His thrusts harsh and sloppy, too eager to keep up a rhythm. Both shining with a sheen of sweat.

Tomura still ran his mouth as he fucked into them. "Fuck. The perfect reward for your god. Waited too long. Even when those idiots broke me out, being shocked back to life and wiping everyone out, couldn't stop the thoughts of getting to you and fucking you. I could feel how pent up I was, you got no clue how much that took to put that aside. Finally I have you, I've got you. I deserve this, I deserve it all. Everything is mine, you're mine".

He moaned between every few words, which became slurred as he kept pounding into them. His pet was checked out, eyes dazed and on the verge of cumming on his dick. The angle hitting a weakening spot.

Tomura could feel it. Their pussy fluttering and tightening up again. His pace dropped in speed, instead drag his thrusts out to snap deeply back in and savour them. It was definitely making them both melt.

He kept it up before his lover threw their head to the side, making their own breathy moans and cries of his title as their orgasm took over their senses. Tomura lost it as he felt it, arms scooping around their frame and holding them close as he hissed from it. He was going to fill them up. His thrusts became shallow humps, chasing his own climax.

It had happened in the matter of a few more seconds. Cock nestled inside their cunt as he panted, his breathing shaky. Spilling his thick cum deep into them and filling his pet up. It had even leaked out.

Tomura still rocked into then, almost as if he was trying to fuck his cum even deeper into them. He pulled out eventually, sitting up to see the picture perfect view of his lover. All spaced out, twitching and legs shaking as their gods very own cum spilled from their hole, right onto the sheets.

The man grinned, pleased with himself and feeling much more relieved.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to their cheek before softly speaking, "you are forgiven. you will stay behaved from now on, right. Stay good for me".

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