#Shigaraki x reader fluff

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

MHA trying to ask you out (Gone Wrong)

A/n: I decided to try an idea that just popped into my big bulky brain because yes! This features: Mirio, Tamaki, Shigaraki, Midoriya & Bakugo

Extra A/n: Requests are open, feel free to request anything!

TOGATA Mirio -

He first met you after the fight with Overhaul. You and a bunch of students with healing quirks rushed into the room. Right before he fainted from blood loss, he saw your face. You were beautiful even with the serious expression on your face. You watched in amazement as he rushed out of his hospital room to go see Sir Nighteye.

When he got back to UA, he was helping students train by using him as a civilian in need. While coming back into the school, he saw you at the window. You looked up, saw him and waved. He waved back while Nejire watched with a smirk.

"You like her, don't you?"

"I do."

"Wow! So forward Mirio! Are you gonna ask her out?"

He nods. The thing is you are the second person to ever make him nervous. Like extremely nervous. You had a somewhat serious personality. He's rarely seen you smile. That's his main goal!

"I'm going to ask her out tomorrow!"

When tomorrow came, Mirio was sweating so bad. Even Tamaki was frightened.

"Mirio, you could always wait another day."

"No, I'm gonna do it today!"

You were usually in the medical office alone since Recovery Girl said you were fully capable of doing so. You see his tall frame in the middle of the doorway and peer over. A single pink tulip in his shaking hand.

"Did your stitches open again?" You question, quickly standing from your chair.

"N-No. I'm fine Y/n."

You raise an eyebrow at him and then eye the tulip.

"I-I wanted to ask you something Y/n."

"Go on."

"Would you like to go on a date-"

All of a sudden, he goes through the floor and his clothing. When he reappears, he's bare, booty, butt naked! Now you're both flustered and in complete shock. You turn your back to him and let out a breath. He can see your shoulders moving slightly. Were you laughing? He couldn't help but smile when he heard your snort.

"I - I haven't laughed like that in a long time! But yes, I will go out with you Togata."

He hands you the tulip and smiles at you.

"I'm glad!"

"You're still naked Togata."

"Oh right..."

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AMAJIKI Tamaki -

He always thought you were pretty; he's seen you around school sometimes. He was walking with Mirio and Neijire to go to Class 1-A when he saw you rushing to class. You gave him a small wave before continuing to your class. His face went red from the interaction.

"Someone caught your eye, Amajiki?" Neijire said, elbowing him softly in the arm.

He simply let out a groan and kept walking. During the representation of the Big 3, all he could think about was you. Even at lunch, he was just thinking of you and sighing. A confident person like yourself wouldn't want to be with him anyway.

"How about you just ask them Tamaki. It wouldn't hurt."

"It could."

"How about we all come with you to talk to her. We'll keep our distance."

He couldn't believe he agreed to those terms. He was extremely nervous already. Neijire found out your favorite flower and where you eat the most. He saw you talking to your friend outside, the sun making your skin and eyes glow like stars.

"Let's hurry Amajiki." She shoves a bouquet of [F/f]s into his hand and opens the door for him.

Soon your friend walks away and leaves you at the fountain. You mess with the water with your quirk. Amajiki approaches you nervously.

"Hey there, Amajiki! What's u-"

You catch sight of your favorite flowers and then Neijire in the background who was looking but quickly directed her attention back to Mirio.

"Are - Are those-" You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the flowers. That's why Neijire was asking you those questions.

You take the flowers from Tamaki, accidentally brushing hands. Tamaki starts to fall backward into the fountain, but you use your quirk to gently cradle him with the water. You see Neijire and Mirio rush over to see what happened to Tamaki.

"He - He fainted. I can assume what he wanted to ask."

"And?" Neijire inquires, staring between you and Tamaki.

"I'll let him know whenever he wakes up. Will me answering directly make him faint again?"

"Probably..."

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SHIGARAKI Tomura -

(Takes place right before the battle in season 7 :) )

You were the one that gave him a lot of things. Dare I say a purpose. You were All for One's right hand and helped Shigaraki get started. AFO ordered you to stay with him for the first couple of years and then come back to him to work. Shigaraki's feelings grew for you after he saw what you could do and offer. He invited you into the League of Villains, but you declined and explained why you couldn't join.

He blamed his 'father' for being such a pain in the ass. You'd came back once and only once talking about a certain kid that AFO wanted for his quirk. But he can finally see you, without his father taking you away from him. He could almost cry when he saw you.

"Y/n..."

You turn around and face your boss. The city was in ruins all around.

"Shigaraki."

He walks over to you and leans against a big piece of rubble.

"I wanted to ask you something, if we're both alive after this."

A loud blast of wind shoots through the sky and you both direct your attention there. It's the kid that he was after. He brings you in for a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Get as far away from the city as possible."

He shoots into the air and leaves you amongst the rubble.

"WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANTED TO ASK ME!?"

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MIDORIYA Izuku -

As soon as Izuku saw you walking down the hallway to your next class, he gathered his courage to speak to you. He simply waves and you wave back as you walk over to him.

“Hey Izuku! What’s up?”

“Y/n, what class are you coming from?”

He looks you up and down, noticing the stains on your face and clothes.

“Oh, Hatsume blew something up again and I was trying to help her fix it. We’re both fine, thank goodness.”

He nods along and adds onto the conversation before asking you a question. At least trying to…

“Y/n…”

“Izuku…”

“Would - would you like to go-“

All of a sudden, he is gone in a flash. You frantically look around trying to find where he went. Iida snatched him up by his hero costume and bought him right in front of their classroom. He runs back up to you and looks at you while adjusting his glasses.

“We were talking Iida…”

“It’ll have to wait, you should get to class L/n.”

Iida runs back to class 1-A and drags Izuku inside. His face was very red. Even from far away you could see it.

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BAKUGO Katsuki -

He really loved your quirk and you of course. He just didn’t know how to say it. He would stare at you a lot but turned and pretended to do something when you looked his way. To his friends, it was absolutely adorable how he was treating you.

He helped you during training and always shared some of his snacks with you. His friend group would watch in amazement, he was very territorial with his spicy chips and noodles. And they finally decided to confront him about it.

“Do you like L/n?”

“What are you trying to say?!”

“Why are you dodging my question?” Mina raised an eyebrow and smirked.

He simply scoffed and munched on his chips.

You entered the common area with a blanket wrapped around your shoulder. You said hello to everyone before sitting down next to Bakugo.

“I thought you were going to bed L/n.”

“I was but it’s so fucking cold in my room. I came out here to sit next to my personal heater.” You lean on Bakugo’s shoulder.

His friends whisper to each other before fake yawning and saying they were heading to their rooms. You say bye to them and huddle close to Bakugo.

Katsuki could feel his face heating up. He was unusually sweaty. He’s never sweated this bad before, only when in combat for his quirk.

“Y/n. Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm…” Your tired eyes looked into his red ones.

“I…I.” He looks at your lips and then back at your eyes. You’re smiling.

You’re both leaning in closer to each other and slowly closing your eyes. Then the door opens wide to reveal Deku. He came back from his run and his eyes widen when he sees the both of you.

“Uh… I’m gonna go.” He quickly speed walks to the hallway as Katsuki glares at him.

“Damned Deku…”

His eyes meet yours again and you both lean in again. You hear someone’s throat clear but ignore it and try to continue. Your eyes shoot open when you see Aizawa standing there, using his scarf to pull you both away from each other.

“It’s past curfew. Go to bed.”

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A/n: Again… requests are open and check my pinned post to see who I write for.

[kitkat13001]

This event is so cute!! Thank you for doing it!

Tomura Shigaraki + 1 (Tangled Christmas Lights)

ꨄ︎ 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 | 𝚝. 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚒

tomura scowls at you from where you’re bent over laughing at him. 

“what the fuck?!” he cries, offended. “are you gonna help me or are you gonna keep laughing?”

he’s answered only by the sound of your wheezing as you struggle to get a breath in through your giggle fit. 

he seethes at you, stewing in his rage,  and utterly immobile. 

“tomu,” you finally manage when you can breathe again, “how the hell did you manage to get this tangled up in the lights? i ask you to help decorate the tree and i come back and you’re kakuna.”

it’s true, he looks like some sort of cocoon pokemon nestled up in all the lights from his neck to his calves. you don’t even know how that’s possible. 

“shut up!” he snaps, but there’s no real malice behind it. his cheeks are too red from embarrassment, and you know although he’d deny it to his grave, he’s asking you for help right now. 

you come over to him, looking over the tangled mess of lights entrapping his body, and rest your hand on his cheek. he leans into your touch, though his face is still screwed up in a scowl. 

“i’ve never done this before,” tomura huffs, pouting like a child now. “how was i supposed to know? they…they sprang out of the box like they were alive and then…”

you give another laugh, softer this time, and start on unraveling the mess that is your boyfriend. “i know, honey. it’s okay, i’ll get you out.”

“my hero,” he scoffs sarcastically. 

“i’ll leave you here like this if you want.”

“don’t! i’ll be quiet now, promise.”

hihi! i hope you liked 🫶 thanks sm for the req! i had fun writing it, this was cute. i enjoy a humiliated tomura. happy holidays! 🩷🩷 -𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

[thehusbandoden]

With You -Soft!Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

General info:

Genre: tooth rotting fluff/puppy love \\ wc: 614 \\ requested \\ posted: 11/25/2023

Sunlight leaked into your shared room, causing you to stir. As you unconsiously snuggled closer to your beloved you immedietly started waking up at the sound of his deep chuckle. A warm, gloved hand slowly stroke your hair, causing you to open your eyes.

Looking up, you smile at the sight of your beloved; Shigaraki Tomura. Snuggling closer to him, you hum, stretching strangely similar to a cat.

"Sleep well?" Tomura murmured, his voice low from sleep.

"I always sleep well in your arms." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You're too sweet." He blushed, pecking your forehead.

Humming, you tilt your head for more kisses. Tomura chuckled, complying to your wish as he sweetly kissed your entire face, avoiding your lips. After kissing every inch of your face at least three times, he moved to your lips. He kissed you slowly, moving his hands to hold your face.

After a few tender moments he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I love you." He murmured softly, lightly brushing his nose against yours.

"And I love you." You hum, pecking his lips once more before resting your head against his collarbone.

He chuckled again, rubbing your back lovingly. You gently moved your hand up to his hair, scratching his scalp in appreciation.

After a few minutes of tender silence you lean on your elbows, looking Tomura in his eyes as you scratch his scalp tenderly, genlty pecking his lips every once in a while.

He stared right back at you, continuing to rub your back, adding his own pecks between yours.

"I love you." You smile, kissing his nose.

"I love you too." He smiled, kissing your own nose in response.

You go back to a comfortable silence, maintaing eye contact. After a while Tomura spoke, moving one of his gloved hands to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Have you ever thought about life outside of the League?" He whispered, his soft eyes shining wih adoration and hope.

"I have.. have you?" You giggle, moving a hand to his cheek.

"I have.. I think I wanna leave.. with you." He murmured, kissing your cheek tenderly.

After a few moments, he continued. "Get away from all of the danger.. move somewhere safer.. where we can start a family." He whispered into your ear.

"Family?" Your eyes shone wtih excitment.

"Kids.. if you want them. Maybe a few pets.. or just us. No matter, I'll be happy." His eyes started to slightly tear up as he looked at you, unable to express his pure adoration for you.

"Oh darling.. I can see it.." you murmur happily, sighing as you peck the apples of his cheeks.

Tomura gently played with your hair, running his hands through your gorgeous strands before tucking them behind your ear. He smiled, kissing your cheek tenderly.

"It sounds lovely.. almost like a dream." You murmur, kissing his lips.

After a few sweet moments he pulls away, pecking yoru nose. "A dream I'll make a reality for you.."

"Do you know how much I love?" You giggle, kissing his cheeks.

"Yes.. but you can always tell me again." He grinned, soaking up your attention.

"I love you.. I love you too much to express in words.." you giggle, kissing Tomura lovingly.

After a few long moments Tomura pulls away, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a tight embrace, his head leaning against yours. You giggled, hugging him back.

"Let's just stay like this all day, my darling." Tomura murmured in your ear.

"How about for eternity?" You sigh, snuggling impossibly closer.

Tomura chuckled yet again, stroking your head gently. "With you? Absouletly."

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[metranart]

— HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAY WHEN IN BED WITH YOU

-----------HEADCANONS-----------

HAWKS

“Oh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.” 

“You're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.”

“I know I’m a mess-… what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?” 

“Lay back and let me do all the work. I’ve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.”

“Hey, don’t shy away from me. C’mere-”

“You’re so fuckin’ soft. Shiiit…”

“Hey—no teasing the feathers.”

“I n-need to-... I just-…-I’m going to start moving now.”

“Arms around my neck and legs around my hips— ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I don’t want you falling on me, at least, not literally.”

“What a good mate, you respond to me so well."

“I’m so fuckin’ deep, my pretty girl-”

“Fuck—I can’t... I’m not gonna last-”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.”

“God I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after I’ve knocked you up.”

“We're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.”

“Tell me you love me-… tell me again.”

“I do get ahead of myself often, but I can’t help it. I just know we belong together-” 

“What do you say we try for a baby this time?”

"You’d be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...”

“Touch yourself, c’mon. Let me see how you play the right notes.”

“You're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.”

“Let me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.”

“No one’s gonna hear if I put my hand here… no biting, hun.”

“I’ll make it quick, darling... just—let me… let me go again.”

“Need a hand or a finger?”

“Just wait, baby... Fuuuuck—give me a damn minute.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Arch your back, there you go, such a good girl.”

“Fuck, even after cumming you aren’t ready to accommodate my size. Don’t worry, baby,” he kisses your creased forehead, “—then just the tip this time.”

“Shit, I can’t help it—” you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. “I just like you so damn much!” He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper. 

“Just bear with me, I swear I’ll eat you for hours after…. Please, pretty, pleaseeeee…” He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans. 

“No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ain’t I, beautiful?” 

“C’mon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter… my cock’s rubbing those hard-to-reach places…. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.”

“I’m painfully close-…. Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet…”

 “Is this your sweet spot I’m bullying?” 

“Each thrust is inching you closer… should I slow down or go faster?”

“Deeper? Okey-… just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.” 

“Give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“Try to keep your eyes open, I know it’s hard…b-but try for me beautiful.”

“Go ahead and sleep, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

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DABI

“What’d I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?”

“I’ve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?”

“Open your legs, not gonna say it again.”

“Doesn’t hurt, its already scarred skin.”

“If I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get it— I’ve already told ya, it doesn’t hurt anymore-”

“Bury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.”

“Stop pushing me away. You’re gonna take it all, don’t make me shove it down your throat.”

“You love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.”

“Nuh-uh, you haven’t cum yet.”

“I said ass up.”

“You want it so bad? beg.”

“Take them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Don’t try me.”

“Harder,” he mutters, not a minute after you started. “Harder,” he demands again.

“Could you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.”

“Can barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.”

“Fuck,” he bit out. “Yes, fuck…. Just like that.”

“Come on pretty girl. Ride me till you’re numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.”

“Move my hands again and see what happens-”

“Fuck—” 

“Sorry, baby-… I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.”

“Sit on it.”

“Worried it won’t fit? We always make it work just fine—”

“I don’t have condoms, they’re annoying.” He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience. 

“Don’t move—Just gimme a minute… F-Fuck…”

“You fuckin’ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spot— …” He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.

“Did you do that on purpose, princess? ‘cause now we are doing it every time.” 

“Fuck that. Don’t know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.”

“Stop it, no more whining—I’ll do my best to be…. gentler.” 

“Really? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.”

“Ridiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.” 

“Fuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.”

“Should I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.”

“Unless you were playing with yourself before I got here, I’m guessing this is because of my pretty face?”

“Over my knee, now.”

“Sure, I love ya— but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckin’ spread them for me.”

“Want me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-”

“One’s never enough, I know my princess’s pussy and its begging for another.”

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)

“Do you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?”

“You can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve waited so long for this...”

“That’s it... slow and easy—” 

“How much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?”

“You ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? —don’t shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.”

“Take it off before I tear it off.”

“Baby... please...I hate to beg-”

“Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”

“What a naughty little girl I have just to myself.”

“Ugh, so hot and wet.” 

“I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”

“I’d hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.”

“It’s so warm...”

“Who do you belong to?” 

 “Whose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.”

“God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like it’s hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

“As you wish, princess.”

“You gonna cum?” 

“Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

“Fucking take it... take every drop...” 

“Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”

“I said spread those fuckin’ folds.”

“So wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. It’s like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.”

“Aren’t you a sight. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”

“That’s right, darlin’. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”

“Oh, did you think we were finished?”

“Did I stutter or somethin’?”

“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you.”

“Don’t move—Just a sec… F-Fuck…”

“No, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.”

“Shit, darling, don’t-” 

“God, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...”

“You feel so wonderful, I might go crazy—"

“More... please, more...”

“Fuck, I’m stretching you so good.”

“God, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I can’t stand it.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You’re my precious BABY, now and forever."

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SHIGARAKI

“It isn’t even a ‘might’. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.”

“Keep looking into my eyes, don’t you fuckin’ look away…”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He coos in a demeaning tone. “I’ll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.”

“I can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, I’m player one!”

“I know, I’m keeping track of my digits, don’t worry your pretty head.”

“You are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.”

“I can’t- I’m dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Don’t move, I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“My pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabric’s straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammit” Shigaraki’s practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. “Can we go now? Like right NOW?!”

“MY girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.”

“You want him dead. You got it.” Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. “—Of course, I will. You are my everything.”

“It hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.”

“Fuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuck…!”

“Please fuck me.”

“H-hey, I know a fun game we can play together… It’s called ‘how many times can I make you cum all over my cock?’” 

“One point, five points, ten points—Cumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?”

“Now... care if I use my mouth on you?”

“Just be good for me, and I’ll take very, very good care of you.”

"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?" 

“Just looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.”

"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cock—ngh!”

"S-Shit,"

"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful." 

"What? Fainting on me already?"

"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."

“Just fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!”

“Have it your way then.”

"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! I’m gonna die—"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy… take your pick-”

"Are you close, sweetie?" 

“My feisty little girl. Aren’t you just adorable?”

"Good girl. Give me a minute and I’ll clean up that mess you made." 

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that you’re mine.”

“I just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didn’t want to... you know, waste the moment.”

“Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.” 

“You don’t have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.”

“Go on, get on your knees.”

“Ngh, that’s it, keep going...”

“You look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.” 

“I want you all to myself.”

“H-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKIN’ MINE!!”

I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)

[randomveyn]

“what perfume are you using?”

you turned to him confused, pulling away a little from the arm he draped over you

“it smells nice, ‘s all.” he added with a little shrug. but his eyes never leave, still waiting for answers.

you told him you’re not using any, and he looks just as confused. so he did what was natural to him, pulled you in closer and sniffed you around.

“it’s…on your face?” well, he didn’t want to judge. maybe it’s a new trend.

“oh…it’s the sunscreen” oh wow, he almost looked mad, proclaiming it's unfair for just sunscreen to smell so good while the men’s one is pure terrible.

you explained about potential allergens or irritants from fragrance though.

but he said “it’s worth getting fucked up for,” so yeah, he’s getting the same sunscreen as yours.

bakugou, KIRISHIMA, SHINSOU, hawks, TWICE, shigaraki (but he ain't buying it)

[rissouu]

sneaking out!?

pairings: gojo, toji, nanami, geto, hawks, shigaraki, bakugo, and dabi!

warnings: clingyness, lil toxic, mentions of violence (not in a serious way), cursing, + etc!

authors note: erm hay yall i am aware ive been slacking pls have mercy, im tryna get my motivation back! anywaysss came from this request, ty for requesting hun i hope you all enjoy <3 (my requests are always open jus read my rules first).

©rissouu 2024

[yanderenightmare]

tomura with hero reader whose quirk he's stolen, rendering them defenseless

Shigaraki Tomura

TW: slight nsfw, implied prev noncon, captive reader, Stockholm syndrome, implied mental break, mental deterioration, disassociation, manipulation, angsty, but also weirdly fluffy? reader is super fragile

gn reader

The chub of your inner thighs is still wet with the act. You rub them together for no other reason than that it feels pleasant. You trace the awful scars on his arm, using his warm chest as a pillow—the sound beating of his heart thumping rhythmically at your ear, a soothing presence.

 He balances a red book atop your crown.

He doesn’t seem very interested in reading it—only regarding it with jaded eyes, a meager scoff then and there before turning the page. But still, even though the book didn’t excite him, it bothered you that his attention was elsewhere. It sowed the seeds of doubt and gave root to way too many intrusive thoughts, sprouting out and spreading like weeds throughout your mind, making your chest curl at the possibilities.

“Do you think I'm ugly?” you have to ask. You have to know, why isn’t he looking at you.

He pans away from the page, beady garnet eyes softening from scrutiny to nonplus.

Your question stunted him—nearly made him believe he’d heard you wrong. Why someone like you would ever ask someone like him something like that seemed beyond all reason. It would be the same if a flower asked gravel.

But then again, you’d become a little ditzy as of late. Or maybe you’d been so for a little while already. It’s hard to say—you don’t talk as much as you used to. You no longer scream either, though that had ceased even longer ago.

You continue to delicately run your finger over the tear where his tough skin meets the even tougher purple tissue as though mapping the damage. There’s a frown on your face. No, not a frown—a pout. 

He thought for a moment to use it against you like he’d done everything else so far. Lie and say yes, tell you you’re about as ugly as he is—gravel—make you fall even further apart than what you were already. But something compelled him to choose differently.

“I think you're the prettiest thing in the world.”

Your pout is sucked between your teeth as you pick yourself up to peer down at him—eyes round and misty and something more, something strange—dare he say joyed?

You're scaring him.

“Really?” you choke out as if you’d been holding back a lump.

He hasn’t known how to treat you lately. You’ve become too soft to handle poorly—too frail to harass and too willing for him to feel the need to. Earlier, you'd even begged him to fuck harder and deeper—even cum inside. Actually, you hadn't veered away from his touch in a while. More like you've been embracing it.

He'd brushed it off as mere compliance at first, a state of meekness, weakened by being touch-starved, something that perhaps developed into a minor case of Stockholm syndrome.

But the way you're acting now—seems more concerning.

“Yeah,” is all he warrants as an answer. Though, he was curious as to yours as he begs the same question, “What about me?”

A smile graces your face then—there’s a comfort to it, a mild and affectionate one, unexaggerated, honest, as you smoothly swing your leg over his lap.

A look like that has no place on your face, especially when regarding him, and yet he finds himself hoping for more. He lays his book aside as you lean forward and doesn't stop you when you cup his face in both your palms.

“As far as I'm concerned, you’re not just the prettiest boy in the world—you're the only boy in the world.” You say it with a kiss, lips just as soft as the words leaving them. It shocks him, though he accepts and gives it back.

You close your eyes, laying your chest against his—he keeps his open to look at you. Observing and assessing.

You’ve truly become a whole other person altogether. A far cry from the tough hero you once were—the one who’d beat him within an inch of his life and leave him to choke on the blood.

“Will you stay with me today?” you ask against his lips—playing with his hair, looping the curly tresses around your fingers.

There’s a neediness to your voice, a certain desperation, a sadness—something lonely and something that reminds him all too much of himself. He feels both a strong urge to reject and soothe it all at the same time.

“No, I gotta go,” he says despite it. He had business.

You hide your face in his neck and continue with your tracing, now on the scrapes striping his throat where he’s raked his nails time and time again. “When will you come back?” Your tone comes out even sweeter, only a murmur mushed against his skin.

It nearly makes his heart twist. “It’s better I don’t answer that.”

It’s funny. Though the thought had struck him, he didn’t gauge any ill intentions. You could be asking, acting, plotting some escape based on the hours of his absence—yet somehow, with the way you nuzzle into him like that, as though you’re pouring your all-too-candid grief into him, he can't sense any other ulterior motive.

“Last time you left at this hour, you came back all beaten and bruised,” you mutter, now with a hint of bitterness—as if you’re cursing whoever hurt him under your breath.

It’s ironic. He sneers lazily, almost fondly, at the old memory. “You’re the one who used to beat and bruise me, remember?”

He’s truly curious if you do. Or if something’s spirited your past life away and left you like this—no longer an aspiring young hero, but something whose only value is warming his bed at night.

You arise, an appalled look of affront upon your face.

“No, that can’t be right,” you very nearly cry, as if the very thought was killing you. “I would never hurt you—I love you too much.”

Apparently, you don’t remember who you were at all.

“Love me?” he all but croaks. It’s a laughable prospect, and yet he doesn’t even smile. There’s something awful in his gut that prevents him. “Don't be stupid. You can't love me.”

Your face doesn’t drop its grimace, only further tears with forlorn outrage. “Of course, I love you!" you insist. "You’re my whole reason for living...”

You look so despaired—wrecked from his dismissal. The tears well quickly then slip down your face just as fast—and yet it isn’t the same crying as you used to. This time, it’s quiet—in wait or in dread as you beg the question, 

“Don't you love me?”

It’s an unexpected one, and it quickly proves to be an existential one—even more so than your unnerving confession. Despite not wanting to, it leaves him to dig through the muck in his head he’d long ignored, down in the dark where he’d tried burying the truth he'd felt oncoming. He'd wanted to deny it, reject it, amend it, simply because it confused him too much to acknowledge—complicated things—changed things he didn’t want or need changing.

He wonders if it’s somehow proof of fate—even though he despises such a concept. That, no matter how much you practice free will, no matter how many knots you make upon the red string, the world will pull and straighten it out, and you’re left to realize you’d brought it all on yourself.

First, he took your quirk, then he took your body—your mind shortly followed—and now it seems he’s managed to take your heart, too. 

There’s nothing left of you that isn’t his. 

There was a time he’d frolic at the thought of having reduced you to such a pathetic ghost in a shell—back then, he’d do anything to destroy you—he’d surely shatter you into a million little scattered pieces if presented with the chance, make sure you were broken for good. 

But that was the old him. Or rather, that was his dream for the old you—the hero he loathed down to his rotten core.

But the pretty misty-eyed thing looking down at him now, aching for his answer, wasn’t that person anymore.

And the truth is, the person you are now scares him more than that hero ever did. 

You were… well, you were the person who warms his bed at night, the person who traces his scars and plays with his hair—the person who wraps themselves around him and keeps him from falling apart when he stumbles through the door into the tiny little room he keeps you a prisoner in. You're his.

This time, his heart does twist. He’s never before spoken the words that dance on his tongue, or if he has, they’ve been long forgotten and come out as dust balls as he affirms them now, 

“Yes. I love you.”

There’s a flash of hope in your eyes, though it just as quickly diminishes—as if you don’t believe him.

Your lip warbles as you confirm it, “No, you don’t.”

More tears run silently down the tracks on your cheeks, gathering at the tip of your chin before dripping upon his chest—each one like a gunshot through something hollow.

“If you did, you wouldn’t go. You wouldn’t leave me here in this room, all alone.” Your nails curl into your palms where they rest atop him. You bow your head as though you can’t bear to look at him, as if it hurts. The next words come out beneath your breath, “How am I supposed to compete with the whole world?”

You’re making him feel like dying. The continuous twists of his heart feel as if you’re about to tear it right out of his chest.

He sits up and lifts your face. It’s strange, even with his two-finger gloves on. He doesn’t think he’s ever held you like this. Though, suppose it’s been a night of many firsts already. And here comes another,

“As far as I’m concerned, you are my world.”

There you are, the one thing he doesn’t wish to destroy.

Your sore eyes become round, then swell with different tears. There’s a hitch in your breath as you sigh through a shuddering sob, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him tightly—your body jostling while you rub your wet face into his neck, holding him close for comfort as if you're scared to ever let go.

He returns the gesture, though somewhat hesitantly, wrapping his arms around you and laying his head to rest against your shoulder.

And then, as he holds you—for the first time ever, fear of actually losing the fight ahead strikes him.

He hadn’t much cared about the outcome before. Either he’d destroy or be destroyed.

This wasn’t as simple. As said earlier, this complicated things.

But then again, it was even more of a reason to go.

“But I still have to leave.” 

You part from him—the betrayal in your tone demanding his justification, “Why?”

Suppose, in some ways, this actually made things simpler—as that was a question he had no problem answering.

“‘Cause there are monsters outside…” He rests his forehead upon yours, gazing back into those terribly glassy eyes looking back at him as he speaks to you about your dear old colleagues. “Monsters who want nothing but to take you away from me.”

If only they could see you now, they’d know… you no longer want to leave him.

“So I have to go out there and make sure they have no chance,” he explains, almost like a vow, “You’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who says otherwise to keep you that way.”

The way your eyes melt makes him feel all fuzzy. It’s a special type of glee, a victory before the battle even begins—to see you root for him—so deep in love with him that you’ve forgotten you’re celebrating the onset of death to all of your former friends.

They probably wouldn’t be able to take you away from him even if they somehow managed to invade this very room. You’d sooner die than betray him.

And that makes him feel all the more ready for the war ahead.

“So kiss me good luck, and I’ll come right back to you soon.”

♡ SHIGARAKI TOMURA ♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[kleftiko]

❦ TITS, ASS, OR THIGHS?

cw: mature, fem!reader

JJK VERSION | BLACK CLOVER VERSION

—shigaraki

hardcore tits man. big tits? squeeze them into a tube top. medium? push up bra galore so they can sandwich his face. tiny? your nipples through a small tee has him DROOLING. man just loves himself some tits. wants to suck on them like the mommy issues man he is.

—hawks

ass is his favourite pillow. i know because of his wings, he probably sleeps on his stomach—so ass pillow. easy. aside from that? tight dresses. you’re going out? he’s standing behind you like a bodyguard to scare off everyone and waiting for you to back your ass up into him when you dance.

—aizawa

thigh highs and a skirt are the perfect frame for the art that is your legs. garters? lace? fuck it just have those pretty things squeezing the life out of his head. he would die a happy, happy man. he wants his fingers digging into them when he drives too, slowly going higher.

—dabi

smacks your ass like a drum. doesn’t even look up when you scold him for hurting you, just admires the jiggle. leaves bite marks when you fuck too. i mentioned before that his favourite position is doggy and i was RIGHT. shameless pervert too, just loves ass.

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Getting Kidnapped - BNHA/MHA

Features: Tomura Shigaraki, Shouta Aizawa and Kai Chisaki

A/n: I thought of this while I was taking a nap LMAO, let's get started and be sure to check out the rest of my writings...(there's only like 3 or 4 at this point :sob:)... it's very short but whatever, I enjoy being funny and writing this so yeah baby :))))

TOMURA SHIGARAKI -

You really didn't know how you got there. You were shocked but not that shocked, it was bound to happen eventually.

"Damn it's dark as a motherfucker in here. I just know they can't pay the light bill." Then the lights turn on to reveal the LOV.

"Oh...I guess you do pay the light bill. Hello." You go to wave but your hands are tied against the back of the chair.

"Greetings, L/n Y/n. Do you know why you're here?" "Nope." He pauses and just stares at you.

"You know some information that we don't, I'm going to need you to talk doll. Or else we'll torture you."

"You calling me pet names is already enough torture for me, crusty." You hear someone stifle a laugh from behind you.

"Glad to hear that someone enjoys my humor. Anyways, you got some water or something." Then your chair starts to get dragged into another room.

"That's right Dabi, take them into your room. Interrogate them." The door closes behind the two of you.

Time to work your own personal magic.

A couple of hours later, Shigaraki opens the door to Dabi's room, somber music plays in the background while you sit on the floor, untied, having a conversation with the burned man.

"Dabi! What are you doing?!" Tomura rips the hand off of his face and holds it tightly in his hands.

"Talking." He lays back on his bed, his head falling off the side of the bed.

"Why did you untie them?" He points at you and all you do is wave back with a big smile.

"They said the restraints were hurting them so I just untied them." Tomura shuts the door and lets out a scream of annoyance.

You laugh and whisper to Dabi. "Somebody's got their panties in a twist, don't they?"

SHOUTA AIZAWA -

As soon as you reached for an item inside of a random home, something tied tightly around your wrist.

"What the?" One sharp tug later and you're wrapped up tight, hanging upside-down from the ceiling. "Fuck..." You draw out the word in annoyance

You go to use your quirk and it doesn't work, nothing happens. Then a man with long black hair and tired eyes steps into the brightness of the moonlight from the darkness.

"Couldn't you do this another night or something?" He rubs his eyes and stares at you.

He walks around your bounded form as you try to spin yourself to look at the powerful homeowner.

"I mean I could, if you let me go that is." You flash a smile at him as he raises his brows.

"Afraid I can't do that. You'll be coming with me to the police station...in the morning. It's too late to be doing that now." Your eyes widened.

A handsome stranger taking you to jail...in the morning. IS HE STUPID?

"What if I find a way to escape from the restraints? What then?"

He tilts his head, a small grin finding its way onto his features. "You won't. You can't break this material."

He ties the end of the fabric to a hook and walks into a different room.

"Wait what about the blood rushing to my head!"

He comes back in and with a single pull of the fabric, you're tilted sideways like sleeping on a bed.

When the morning comes, a little girl is looking at you very confused. "Who are you?"

"Your Dad's friend, I was playing around with his scarf and got stuck. Could you help me?"

The little girl, without a second thought, unties the fabric from your body. You find a pen and a piece of paper to write down your number on to then, hand it to the girl.

"Give him this when he wakes up and no peeking."

You open the balcony door and wave goodbye to the girl before jumping off the glass railing. You shoot upward and rest on the roof, holding your phone in your hand, waiting eagerly for his response.

---inside the home---

"Mr. Aizawa." She pokes his side a bit hard which wakes him up.

"What's wrong Eri?"

She hands him a folded piece of paper.

"Your friend told me to give you this. They just left a bit ago."

His eyes widened as he shot up from his spot in bed, rushing into the living area. He opened the note and smirked, shaking his head.

The note read: 'that cute little girl let me out, told you I could leave...call me! xxx-xxx-xxxx XOXO'

KAI CHISAKI -

"Wow...this is a beautiful place you got here? Why am I tied up?"

He rolls his amber eyes and lays the chair against the couch behind you. He almost straddles your waist but he just stands there, looking down at you.

"You're filthy, I plan on fixing you."

You look at him with confusion. "I literally showered as soon as I got home from my job, what do you mean weirdo?"

He hated that nickname, his fingertips played with the bottom of his gloves. The glove comes off and he reaches forward to touch you, nothing happens

...his hands are really warm and soft.

"You must not do a lot of hard work since your hands are soft... you either moisturize or you're just lazy and have servants."

He's in shock but then scoffs at your comments.

"I'm a doctor but I can't cure you. You're still filthy."

You just shrug and smile up at him happily. "Okay, whatever you say plague guy. You'd probably die if you had a sip of McDonald's Sprite."

...what?

[keisukebajimipatron]

This hurt me more than anything in this life.

[satorusvoid]

“tomura…” you whined, your cheeks squished together in his hand, laying with your back to his chest as he pumped his fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

“shhh just let me make you feel good, sweet girl.” he cooed in your ear, turning his head to not-so-subtly sniff your hair, groaning at the sweet smell that infiltrates his nose. “want it deeper, tomu…” you ground yourself on his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach the achy spot inside you.

shigaraki angled his hand in a way that made his two fingers move further into your eager warmth. “mmh… like this?” he murmured, perking up at the sound of your whimpers. “uh huh…”

“talk to me,” he urged, his fingers moving in sloppy patterns as he gave your face a gentle squeeze, smooshing it together further. “what do you feel, hmm?”

you were egged on more when you felt him start humping you from behind, his clothed cock hard as it rubbed back and forth against your ass. “i… hnghh— i…” your brain worked harder in an attempt to force words out of your mouth.

you could feel his smirk at your inability to respond to him, but he didn’t stop trying to get you to talk. “it’s okay… oh fuck— you can do it.” he groaned at the feeling of your hips stuttering between moving in time with his fingers and trying to push yourself further against his dick.

“i love your fingers so much…” you sobbed, tears dripping onto his hand. you were suddenly aware of how pathetic you probably looked in this moment, but tomura didn’t care one bit when you were making all these pretty noises. you were his girl, and he found pleasure in being the one who could make you feel like this.

“yeah? they make you feel good?” he gave a particularly hard pump of his fingers that hit the mushiest part inside you, causing you to moan even louder. “yes, yes! right there, please! you make me feel so good, tomu!”

tomura continued to press against that spot again and again until you were so close to the edge. the noises you made were higher in pitch now, your body desperate to find the release only he can give you because that’s how well he knows you.

“c’mon, let go. show me how much of a good girl you are, and cum for me. wanna feel you squeezing down on my fingers.” he encouraged you in that sweet voice of his, and you found yourself complying with his command almost instantly, your vision turning white as you fell apart on his fingers, your body shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

tomura continued to fuck you with his fingers, slowly pushing you into overstimulation. he only slowed down his movements when he felt your hand shakily push at his own, urging him to stop with small whines and whimpers. “too much, tomu…”

he eventually pulls out of you, making a filthy display of sucking his fingers clean of your cum, and your face flushed at the sight, still not used to how crude he can get when he pleasures you.

he fully turned your body to him now, holding you in his arms as he kissed you with so much love. you pulled away when you were completely out of breath, your spent body falling against him while you tried to regulate your breathing.

“i love you so much.” he whispered in the silence of the room, looking down at you after a few minutes when you didn’t respond, and finding you asleep with your fingers clutching his hoodie in that cute way you always did when you felt safe with him.

[thehusbandoden]

helloooo!! I really Really like your writing can I req shigaraki tomura with reader who has the power to nullify quirk from physical contact^^?? That's all thank you!!

A/n: I'm glad you enjoy my writing! I hope this suits your taste anon, but if not pls reach out to me and I'll fix it!! <33

Shigaraki x Reader with a Nullification quirk

General info:

Genre: fluff \\ wc: 601

Quirk description: you have the ability to nullify (invalidate) quirks with physical contact

Oooh okay

From the work perspective, you're one of his most important pieces. He'll use you sparingly, making sure that you are safe and well cared for.

You had more rations and budget money then the other members did, and you were rarely sent out on missions without him, or at least Kurogiri there.

Most of the time, you'd go on vital missions with him, Kurogiri, and Dabi. Kurogiri is supposed to stay by your side, and Dabi is supposed to keep unwanted heros away from you.

Most of the time, you actually stayed at the base until you were needed. Kurogiri would get close enough to the target, and then create a portal for you. Sometimes you'd simply reach out your hand, but most oftenly you'd step through, nullify the hero's quirk, and then pop back into the base.

At first Shigarki cared for you for your quirk, and your quirk alone. But.. things took quite the turn.

He caught himself staring at you, listening to your conversations, and giving you even more privleges.

He had zero idea why his heart kept pounding in his chest, but it scared him.

He started pushing you away, which ultimatleey broke your heart.

After a few weeks of this distance you finally was able to pin him down and confront him, not really worrying about being dusted.

After having a screaming match he finally admitted how he felt- and you were overjoyed.

After gently explaining what the feeling was to him, he finally understood- and he couldn't be happier.

After the two of you started dating, you were spoiled even more.

He upgraded your room, your clothes, food, treatment, and ultimately your life.

If he caught anyone giving you a dirty look, checking you out, catcalling you, or even teasing you- they were dead.

When it came to the other lov members, you were able to calm him down in time by grabbing his wrist and pulling him into your chest, whispering words of comfort. But, when it came to civilians, heroes, or even other villains, they were dead.

It was actually kind of hot

Though at first he was very shy, scared, and inexperienced, he grew to love your touch- craved it actually.

Instead of waiting for you to kiss him, he simply pulled you into a kiss- no matter where the two of you were.

Though he was sometimes a whiny brat, he did learn every little thing about you and knew exactly how to care for you. He knowo exactly how to please you, comfort you, make you smile, make you laugh, make you cry and make you say yes to his antics.

Though he was still cautious, he wasn't terrified of touching you and losing you completely.

Sometimes you would nullify his quirk so he could cup your face with his bare hands- and all five fingers.

It usually lasted around 20 minutes, so he would simply hold your face, rubbing your cheeks, and holding your hands as he kissed you.

Though you didn't do it often, when either of you were feeling particularly vulnerable it was quite nice.

Sometimes you'll secretly use your quirk on him when he's gaming, knowing for a fact that he'll go into a rage and dust everything in the darn room.

When you do, he'll glare up at you before bringing you into a rough kiss, growling at how you're "too perfect for this world".

He'll chuckle if you use your quirk on anybody else, relishing at your giggles, knowing that they can't do anything to you unless they have a death wish.

A/n 2: I accidentally posted this to early </3

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} short & quick write

imagine you pissing Tomura off by taking a ton of selfies on his phone, printing your picture, and sticking it with clear tape behind his computer on the wall. or putting your face as his phone lock screen. (the first time he saw it, he accidentally decayed his phone, so he made a new shared album across devices to keep the photo after that-)

little did you know, that was the starting point of his secret folders of you on his phone.

if he locks his phone, you can only access to his camera, so you can take a picture but can't delete it or access his gallery.

one time he forgot that his phone was still on, and you opened his gallery, seeing a lot of photos in there. but he didn't mind, because whether you deleted them or not, he still had your picture in his shared album <3

if you asked why he wouldn't delete it, he'd say it was because he was "too lazy"

also, the picture you taped on his wall or used as his lock screen is still there xx

[metranart]

Imagine Dabi taking his time bathing you thoroughly. “As much as I love to see you dripping in my cum… I love even more to see you comfortable.” He tells you after cumming on you with an overly satisfied smile on his face, both still catching your breath when Dabi already has you in his strong arms, carrying you to the bathroom, holding you tightly against his heaving chest as he turns on the faucet and waits for the water to heat up.

“You don’t have to do this-...”

He turns to look at you and those bright blue eyes stare almost offended.

“Shut up it’s fine,” he breaths raggedly, legs jolting up in desperation to make you move on top of him, greedily.

You press against him, arms wrapping about his frame, ignoring his sweltering skin. You bite your lip and whimper excitedly when you feel him bow his head against your shoulder and pant heavily against the skin there.

"Besides, this is just a break... I still have plans for you, the night is young, babygirl."

His deep, husky voice, numbing and seductive, beats in your chest making your heart stutter to keep up.

The mere memory of every slam of your hips down onto him, and every one of his thrusts up into you in turn, making the villain ache with want.

“Now-” he purrs out against your ear, body seizing in warning. Fingers clenched into fists, so hard that the joints pop in protest with how much he must refrain himself to not taking you right there and then. "Now, get in the tub before I change my damn mind."

🔞--> NSFW ART in my patreon

[bbkoolkatz]

REupload!!!

synopsis: thirsting over a gym pic they posted lol

including: K. Bakugo, I. Midoriya, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, T. Amajiki, H. Sero, K. Takami, T. Todoroki/Dabi, T. Shigaraki, H. Toga, O. Uraraka, M. Ashido, M. Yaoyorozu, N. Hado, R. Usagiyama/Mirko.

*in all might's voice* EAT THIS!📱

MDNI!!!

mlist!

[suksatoru]

'𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅'

╰┈➤ tomura shigaraki x reader

synopsis; he sleeps better when you're closer, and you don't want to leave him alone after the lights are off <3

Tomura had a habit of slipping his hand under your shirt. It was a simple gesture he found himself to enjoy a little too much - where he'd crook a single finger over to hold the fabric of your shirt before he slides his hand across the mounds of your stomach - laying his palm flat against your tummy as he felt the soft skin underneath

He didn't know why he enjoyed it so much - maybe it was the fact that he could actually hold someone so close to him and not destroy them. It was odd - hearing you giggle and tell him how ticklish the feeling was of his cold hands dancing across your stomach

How many people has he reduced to nothing with these cursed hands? Far too many. He'd expect any regular person to jerk away from his touch - to want to be as far away as possible. Yet here you were, placing your hand over his as you kiss the mole under his lips.

"Stop that! I told you I'm ticklish there." You whisper quietly, keeping your voice low to ensure nobody around you and Tomura awoke

Everyone in the League was forced to sleep in the same room tonight due to the terribly small hideout you all had found last minute - your sleeping bag ended up near Tomura's eventually, you were just too stubborn to sleep without him near you. He groaned quietly when he saw your grinning form standing over him with a pillow in hand - but he rolled over anyways, letting you slip into place beside him.

"Shut it. You're the one who came over here anyways." He mumbles, slowly circling his fingers over your skin as you reach your hand forward - brushing the hair falling onto his face and covering his eyes as his gaze catches onto you

"You're so weird." He mutters, before enclosing his arms around you and forcing your head into his shoulder as you muffle out a laugh - he tries to hold you there so you can't see the blush spreading across his cheeks from your previous gesture, locking his legs around you as you thrash against him

"Let go you freak!"

He tightens his hold, biting down gently on your shoulder and only further proving your point

He can't help but let that familiar slanted smile of his slip when you pout, rubbing the spot he bit with a quiet whine

"Freak." You mutter again, letting out a yawn as you lay your head against his shoulder - playing with the hem of Tomura's thin t-shirt as he watches you quietly

He sees the way you so freely lean into him - embracing all he had to offer with a tenderness he'd never experienced before. He almost wanted to kick you off - tell you to get away from him because you were being so naive and cuddling up against a monster. But a part of him has troubling believing he truly was a monster when you touch him so softly.

"Something wrong?" You whisper, delicate brows pulled together in concern as you gently tap his nose - he swats your hand away with a grunt before wrapping his arms around you again - this time, he makes sure to let his chin rest atop your head

"No."

The way he says it lets you know he has more to say - and you wait patiently, smiling against his skin as he finally lets out an annoyed sigh

"Why do you only sleep with me sometimes? Why not all the time? It's not fair. You're such a prick." He mutters, avoiding your gaze as you smile softly - gently poking his chest

"You're the one who says it's my fault you get no sleep when I- "

"But I like it that way!" He groans, growing frustrated as you sigh thoughtfully - tapping your chin with a hum as he furrows his brows

"I suppose I'll start sleeping with you every night. Only because you're whining like a baby."

He glares - but the look on his face resembles more of a pout than the threatening demeanor he was aiming for, and you laugh quietly

"Don't call me that."

"Mhm. Baby."

His face flushes when he hears your teasing tone - and you adore the absolutely priceless look in his eyes

"Go to sleep." You emphasize, nuzzling yourself back into the space between his neck and shoulder as he slowly wraps his arms around you - his body was tense as he muttered a quiet goodnight.

His hands carefully find the familiar bottom of your shirt - and he gently lifts the edge, sliding his hand up and over your stomach and never further as you drift off to sleep.