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i did and still do but i think i used up all of my creativity so ideas don't come that easy to me anymore

i made a lovely friend through untamed dog fic and my god she was fueling me with so many ideas that I wrote the second part for that fic but never really managed to actually finish it so I just left it in my drafts T^T (love and miss you lisa)

i really want to get back into aot again but god... i need to find or get inspired so please just send your ideas whenever you want hehe i'm always in need of new ideas and headcanons

There’s a knock at the door. At first, you think it’s just your imagination because you’re not expecting anyone and it’s late but then you hear it correctly. There is a knock on the door, it’s much closer, but it’s not coming from the outside door. It’s your bedroom door.

Whoever’s behind the door doesn’t ask for entry and opens the door, the knocks must have been a warning that you didn’t take seriously. 

There stands a figure just behind the door, you can see that it is a man, clothes covered in blood and he is out of breath. Nothing is behind the eye that peeks from the mask. It’s suddenly cold in your room, you pull the towel around your body tighter but it doesn’t stop your shivering. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you watch the man take a step forward and into your room. 

The fear of the situation starts to feel real as you see the man in your room, under your bedroom light. It is a face you have seen in the news, someone you never thought you’d meet. 

Tomura Shigaraki stands in your room, covered in blood and ready to use yours to paint himself. He closes the door so gently behind himself that you question if this is real. He mumbles to himself as he abruptly approaches you with his hand ready to grab your face. You stumble back and fall on your bed but manage to grab the hand that was about to end your life by the wrist, you beg for your life. You don’t care if he needs to hide from the police or the heroes, you beg for your life with tears in your eyes. 

He uses his free hand to grab you by the neck and for a moment you think you’re decaying but he speaks as he climbs on top of you, “Be quiet.” His grip is tight enough to cut the circulation for you. 

You nod, sniffling and whimpering quietly.

He pulls his wrist free from your grip and pulls your towel down as you jolt from the sudden movement. You see his eye stare down at your exposed tits with an emotion you can’t tell and when he gropes your chest, you stay quiet as he breathes heavily. He’s whispering things that you can’t make out and rubbing himself on you. 

You think it’s just your rotten luck, you look at the ceiling above you to distance yourself from what’s happening but he makes sure to keep your attention on him. His hand around your neck pulls you up to his covered face, you stare at the eye between the fingers of a disembodied hand. You don’t think that it’s a mask anymore because of the details of the morbid pale blue skin and the muscle that has decayed from under the skin. The dirt under the nails and the texture of the knuckles, you can almost smell the corpse of whoever the victim was. Then you realize that it is probably coming from Shigaraki himself, the blood covering him and his body seems to be both new and old, you can’t tell if he is the one smelling like a corpse or if it’s the death he brings with him.

You finally find his stare and look him in the eye. He mumbles something and you feel him adjusting himself between your legs.  

“I’ve waited for this forever,” he says and you can’t understand. You don’t know him nor have you ever met him before.

The smell of death intensifies as you’re thrown back into the woods and the small shack filled with roadkill. There is the same weight of a person as they’re shoving a dead skunk in your face.

Your eyes widen in realization and he pushes himself in you, you can see a grin behind the hand covering his face. He opens his mouth seconds later, his body trembling from pleasure watching you try to push him away. With a punishing thrust of his hips, he puts you in your place and a sick chuckle comes out of him when you whimper in pain. “I always wanted you to be my first,” he says with guilt, “In a way it was.”

Trembling hands start to hit him, you cry and try the scratch the mask off of his face. You bare your teeth in anger and fight back. He pushes your face down on the mattress with enough force to make you cry and you start to fear for your life again, if he can hurt you, then he could kill you.

He fucks you into your freshly made bed and stinks the sheets with the rotting smell of death. You do nothing but cry and wait for him to finish. 

Tenko grabs your legs and moves them to his shoulders before finding a position where he could thrust his cock into you deeper. Your knees touch the sides of his neck and it’s cold, you start to think he is a walking corpse himself but a dead man wouldn’t be able to hurt you as much as he did. 

His rapid thrusts start to hurt even more, you feel your walls stretching violently without preparation. He leans in and you’re face to face with him… almost. The disembodied hand is there to separate you from his horrid face. 

His pace quickens and you brace yourself, just hoping for it to end. He shoves his cock deep into you and cums inside you. He makes a noise close to a groan and falls on top of you. You stare at the ceiling, blurring the side of his head from your vision and imagining that this was a nightmare. At least if it was a nightmare it would have an end.

we hit 3.5k ToT you know what that means (;

let the requests/aks flow through!!

- any character or fandom

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this one's for you anon <3

never in my life did i have a nightmare about something i’m writing and my god it felt so real and tangible to the point that i felt pain, the warmth of something’s breath on my neck and i had actual tears in my eyes when i woke up from fear

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i delivered a fresh-out-of-oven sinister manipulative incestuous sister who bought her younger sister from their own parents as a slave because of her obsession and you call that crumbs ToT