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Lucifer: I can't believe we're stuck in this room together.

Diavolo, swallowing the key: Truly unfortunate

You

Inspired by the song “You” by The Pretty Reckless

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My first Soft Shigaraki Fluff. There is sex but its nice, not my normal Dom Shiggy. He is a soft lonely man in here who wants cuddles. Also this is written in a different way. It starts off like a headcannon and ends kinda like a story. 

I had some writers block going on here so I worry about it being good. I almost didn’t post cause I’m not to confident on my writing lately. Anyway I hope you guys like it. Please like re-blog and comment. If soft Shig isn’t your thing please check out my other fics. BTW reader is amune to Shigaraki’s quirk

WORDS–1900

SHIGARAKI X FEMALE READER

Gentle Smut

Touch starved 

Shigaraki stared at you all the time. Wanting nothing more than to touch you. To feel your soft skin under his rough fingers. To pull you into his chest in a warm embrace. To have your scent surround him. Bury his face in the crook of your neck, lavishing it with soft kisses while you run your fingers through his messy soft hair. To taste the sweetness of your mouth as his tongue delves inside. What would it be like to have someone touch him. Hug him.

He was sure it would be like a drug that he would become addicted to, he would never get enough. The thought that it will never be makes his heart clench, a lump forming in his throat as he holds back tears. He would be alone forever. He was unlovable. Untouchable. He just wanted you to touch him. 

Self Esteem

He longs to confess his feelings to you but doesn’t think you will reciprocate them. He has very low self esteem, he has seen people stare at him on the rare occasions when he goes out. He knows all too well that he is not attractive. Most people wouldn’t even want to touch him, they probably think he is contagious or something.

None of that bothered him until you came along. Now he would give anything to look normal, to not have unsightly scars covering his face. To have nice soft lips to kiss you with. Even the way he held himself and walked bothered him. He looked like a string-less puppet in his movements, hunched over and jerky. His voice was raspy and husky, not smooth like the actors you see in movies. His hands were calloused, and huge, with overly large knuckles, he doubted you would want to feel his caress. He hated everything about himself. 

Loneliness 

Now he sits at that bar and watches as Dabi flirts with you, as you laugh with Spinner, talk with Mr. Compress, or just hang out with Toga. All the while wishing you would come sit next to him instead, chose his company over theirs. He wants to call you over to him so bad but he doesn’t, you are having so much fun without him. So he sits at the bar, whiskey in hand, alone as always. Occasionally glancing in your direction staring at you through father, glad you can’t see his scars.

Matter of fact you have never seen his face. Would you call him gross or a creep, words he has heard too much. He’s spent countless nights laying wide awake thinking how amazing it would be to have you next to him. Hearing you call his name. The feeling of you snuggled into him, limbs tangled together, a peaceful expression on your face, exhausted after making love for hours. To wake up next to you.

Fear

He sat there getting more and more lost in his thoughts, his self loathing, his desire for you, his loneliness, that he didn’t notice everyone clear out and you taking a seat next to him. Your sweet voice breaking through his thoughts and self pity.

You were curious why he didn’t join everyone. She wanted me to join he thought to himself, no surely not she’s probably just being polite and making conversation, but that wasn’t you. You always spoke your mind not caring if you hurt someone you said what you felt. Yet another reason he was scared to say how he felt. He never showed it but he was vulnerable especially when it came to you. You could easily destroy him. 

Happiness

Wait did she call me Shiggy. He stared at you quietly for several seconds, you must have realized your slip up because you blushed and apologized promptly. “No it’s fine” he sputtered out quickly rather liking the cute little nickname you had given him. You spent the next couple of hours talking, it came so naturally and easy. Sitting next to him, you were so close, your scent was intoxicating, your presence was delightful.

Spending time with you was a pleasure. There were so many things you had in common. Maybe just maybe, he thought, grasping on to the tiniest hope of you liking him. Wait you hadn’t seen his face. He needed to know how you would react, would you gawk at him, suddenly leave, look on speechless. It didn’t matter he needed to know so slowly, hesitantly he reached up and removed father from his face. 

Reaction

This is it, he looked at you offering you the rest of the bottle you’d been drinking out of, studying your face anxiously for a sign. You looked at him wide eyed for a second, Shigaraki took that to mean you were uncomfortable.

“I…I  can put it back on if it makes you feel better” he said, reaching for father on the bar, but your hand stopped his, “why” you asked. He turned back to you, “my face doesn’t bother you, I know how I look, you can be honest” his voice held fear of rejection. Your heart broke for him at that moment.

“I just didn’t think you’d be so hot” you blurted out. Hot she thinks I’m hot, his mind couldn’t process it. Is this really happening, is he dreaming. Without thinking he leaned forward planting his thin chapped lips to your soft full ones. You didn’t pull away. Shyly he ran his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance which you instantly gave. Your tongues tangled together as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you off your bar stool and onto his lap.

You could feel his clothed erection rubbing over the fabric of your panties as he grinds against you. Breaking the kiss he peppered tender bites up and down your neck, little moans coming from his lips. “Shigaraki” your voice breathless. “Call me Tomura baby,” he instructed. 

Dream

“Come with me” he pleaded while taking your hand and leading you away from the bar. You knew where this was going as you followed behind him, his thumb drawing delicate circles on your hand as he led you up the stairs to his room. Entering his room he quickly shut and locked the door behind you. Once again pressing his mouth to yours, all while walking you backwards over to his bed, the back of your knees hitting the mattress before he pushes you down, his body quickly covering yours.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how I’ve longed for you, my angel” voice desperate as he gently sucked a path down your neck over your now exposed chest, his quirk came in handy sometimes he smirked to himself as he eliminated the rest of your clothes. Hearing you moan his name only urged him on, his hand feeling over your curves as they moved to his destination between your legs.

His long fingers dipping inside your heat. He could feel how warm and tight you were. Your hands were tangled in his hair scratching his scalp and it felt so euphoric to finally have his dream come true. His mouth reaching the soft flesh between your legs, sucking your oversensitive nub, letting the rough texture of his tongue lick over it running up your lips before delving inside your tightness joining his finger, adding another digit followed by a third, stretching you for what was to come, wanting to make it easier on you, he knew he was big. “You taste like honey baby,” his voice hot on your womanhood. His mouth was driving you crazy as he enjoyed you to his fill. 

Heaven

He worked his way back up your body, ridding himself of clothes on the way. Taking a hold of your hand, “touch me, please” he asked, placing your small hands on his hardened member. The feeling of you working him was almost too much, going from no touch to being so intimately touched by your soft hands on him, as your lips kissed on his neck.

He couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have you touch him like this, it was way better than him doing it. The feeling of you stroking him. He was more than ready as he took your hands entwining them with his own placing them on either side of your head.

“Are you ready for me love?” he questioned. Nodding in the affirmative he eased in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size, not wanting to hurt you. Inch by inch he buried himself inside you, holding your hands tight in his while his mouth devoured yours, swallowing your cries and moans. Finally sheathing himself to the hilt in your womanhood he paused giving you a moment to adjust to him.

“You’ve made me so happy princess” his voice husky as he starts to move again. He shushes your whines, promising it will feel good, telling you to relax. After several thrust your whines turn to cries of pleasure, he was filling you so perfectly, so deeply. You were gripping his hands as he left open mouthed kisses all over your chest and neck, whispering in your ear, “ your so beautiful like this, your taking me so well. I’ve dreamed of you so many times” he confesses to you as he moves his hands to your hips, leaning up to a sitting position he bucks his hips into you, pace becoming more erratic as he nears his release.

You felt a feeling coil in the pit of your stomach, electricity spreading through you as you peaked, soaking Tomuras’ cock as he continued to pound into you. He had felt you tighten around him, convulsing as you came, it was his heaven. He had you, you had found release at his hands and it was real, not a dream. He pumped into you a few more times before filling you up, emptying himself inside your warm tight channel. You felt him twitch and pulse as he came, it was so warm and erotic. The feeling of him.

Warmth

Still inside you he gently lays on top of you wrapping his arms around your small form, rolling you over, taking care to stay connected to you. He didn’t want to pull out of you, he wanted to stay like this forever.

He cuddled into you burying his face into your neck whispering sweet words of how much he adores you into your ear. How he would always protect you and take care of you. This was the best thing he had ever felt. The feeling of your body next to him, engulfing him. He could feel your hands on his back, nails dragging up and down as you kissed the top of his head.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner Tomura” you asked. He looks up at you “I didn’t think you would want me, I’m not exactly good looking” he answers shyly. “You really think that, Tomura, I think you’re sexy and you could have had me anytime” you blush while confessing to him. “You’ve made me happier than you know” he says while his mouth meets yours again. The kiss becoming more intense and passionate as Tomura starts to get hard inside you again. “Ready for round two love” his tone promises a long night of love making as he flips you over and worships your body once again.

THE END

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Imagine (Beelzebub)

In which you can feel the pain of your soulmate. You can’t figure out whether your soulmate is just accident prone or has an intense workout regime. But then something happens to your soulmate and you can’t put off meeting them any longer.

(Imagine below the cut)

When you wake up sore every morning since your soulmark activated, you became grumpy.

Sure you were happy to know that you had a soulmate that was fit, but couldn’t they tone it down a notch?

In retaliation, you started working out too, and made sure to go a little overboard to give them a taste of their own medicine.

You  noticed that your soulmate seemed to go a little easier, and you wanted to cry in relief.

But then one day you feel like someone stabbed you in the stomach, and you keeled over in the middle of the street, leaving concerned bystanders to try and help you into a more comfortable position.

You ended up dialing your friends number to get him to come get you.

That one old lady was shooketh when a swirling portal appeared in front of you and a white haired man stepped through to pick you up and carry you to god knows where.

Hell, you were vaguely confused when it happened, but at the moment you were in too much pain to care that your best friend was apparently magical.

When Solomon brought you to the bedside of a ginger man surrounded by six other men, you just about died in embarrassment.

“Who the hell is that and why did you bring them?”

Solomon said nothing, and instead laid you next to the ginger man, who was unconscious at the time.

“Solomon what the hell is going on?”

You were embarrassed, and the fact that he was laying you in a bed next to a man you didn’t know wasn’t helping.

But then he forcefully moved your hand to touch the bare skin of the ginger and the pain melted away.

You knew exactly what this meant, but right then you were thinking less about the fact that Solomon found your soulmate, and more about the fact that the man was taking away your pain.

He too seemed to relax a little, and to the surprise of the other six boys, he pulled you into his embrace.

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Beelzebub: There's no 'I' in brothers but there's one in Pizza.

Mammon: So you're not going to share.

Beelzebub: I'm not going to share.

Imagine (Satan)

In which when you write or draw on yourself, it appears on your soulmates’ skin. Shopping for books became a completely different experience when you saw familiar writing on someone else’s arm.

(Imagine below the cut)

You had always loved to read.

You were often told by your roommate that you had way too many books, but as long as they stayed in your room, you didn’t see the problem with your books.

So imagine your excitement when after years of writing down little notes of books to read on your wrist, you found another book title you hadn’t seen before.

‘Cruel Seas by [redacted]’

You knew you hadn’t written that down, so your first reaction was to run to your roommate screaming about the the fact that your soulmate just talked to you for the first time.

Of all the things he could have said to you first, he recommended a book to you.

Of course you immediately went to the nearest book store to find a copy.

Weeks went by without any more writing from your soulmate, but then one day, he writes another book name.

‘Based on what you’ve written down previously, I think you might like: [redacted] by [redacted]’

The two of you conversed over books often after that

A few months later, you were dropping by a new book store that had recently opened up.

You were looking between the short list on your wrist and the titles on the shelves, when you heard the door open.

Thinking nothing of it, you reached up to grab a book that turned out to be out of reach.

“Let me help you with that soulmate.”

Another hand easily grabbed the book for you, and as the blond man handed you the book, you finally realized what he had said. 

“Wait what?”

His chuckle was like music to your ears, as he rolled up his long grey sleeve to show a matching list to the one on your exposed arm.

“Found you.”

MC: I'm so happy I could kiss you!

Leviathan: umm...neat lmao

[ later ]

Leviathan, laying face down in the bathtub: I can't believe I said "neat lmao"! They probably think I'm not interested and they are going to hate me forever!

Leviathan: It's just like that anime "I fell in love with my best friend but I accidentally keep on turning down their love and affection because I'm too insecure and I project into fictional characters in an unhealthy amount", but without the love interest showing love towards the main character part....

Leviathan: It's not like MC would be interested anyways. They probably just said that to pity me.

Lucifer: *idly turns book page* Don't beat yourself up, Levi. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I said when Diavolo confessed his love to me?

Levi: You thanked him, right?

Lucifer: *closes book and stares off in the distance* I thanked him....

Belphegor (Obey Me)

Fluff:

Affection Headcannons

Smut:

Soulmate AU:

First Meeting

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MC: Luke, my god, you've grown!

Luke: Actually, don't tell the others but I'm wearing high heeled sneakers.

MC: You what now-

MC inwardly: Where can I get a pair

Could yall imagine if a fiesty MC died in the human world and went to the celestial realm?

Micheal calling Diavolo: "I think one of yours ended up up here. "

Diavolo: "Why?"

MC screaming from the other room: "YOU DIDN'T DESERVE MY ANCESTOR AND YOU DON'T DESERVE ME!"

Diavolo: "MC? "

MC still screaming: "SUCK MY DICK YOU FEATHERY FUCKS!"

Micheal: "Please come pick them up. They've made three of my angels cry and they are screaming that 'Their stab wound was more tasteful then the drapes.'

Diavolo chuckling: "Yes, yes. I'll come get them."

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MC, unable to sleep: Hey Mammon, what time is it?

Mammon, also staying up while browsing Majolish: I dunno, pass me that kazoo.

Mammon: *plays kazoo*

Satan: MAMMON IT'S 3AM STOP PLAYING THE FUCKING KAZOO-

Mammon: It's 3AM.