#TOMURA IMAGINE

[suksatoru]

the first time you and tomura shigaraki share a bed is nothing short of awkward. he crawls under the covers, pale blue hair just barely visible as he tucks himself into the farthest corner of the bed away from you—claiming he was more comfortable this way and that he didn't want to bother you. unsure if he was embarrassed to be sharing a bed with another person or if he was genuinely comfortable practically hanging off the side of the mattress, you brush it off and go to sleep.

it's a little colder than it usually was tonight. and unfortunately for tomura, he wasn't some sort of a god immune to the cold. even as he slept, his body shuddered and shifted ever so slightly as he tried to get comfortable in his sleep. not comfortable, really—but warm.

naturally, your body heat wasn't something his instincts could ignore. maybe if he was awake he'd be able to stop himself from rolling over to where you were—but he was exhausted. tired beyond belief and so cold his fingers felt like icicles.

you woke up the next morning to tomura's entire body on top of yours. lanky limbs were wound loosely around your entire form—long legs tangled with your own and arms encircling your waist—all while he snored quietly with his head resting snug on your chest.

he refused to speak to you the entire morning after waking up.

his eyes would dart wildly and the tips of his ears would turn pink just by having you within three feet of his vicinity—and his brain most definitely short circuits when you tell him you didn't even mind waking up to him on top of you in front of the entire league during breakfast time.

[sugarwarachan]

pairing: shigaraki x afab!reader

based on this prompt list: ²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

cws: FLUFF THIS IS SO FLUFFY WHO AM I, shigaraki is a pining mess, no quirks au, I know nothing about actual corporate offices except that I hate them lol

wc: 600 (a wee babe)

Shigaraki Tomura is not doing well.

For starters, he’s staring down the barrel at a year-long, cry-into-your-pillow-every-night kind of crush, and the object of his affection is literally standing outside of his house in the rain, asking to come in.

On Valentine’s Day.

He’s pretty sure his brain is visibly leaking out of his ears.

“Tomu, are you all right?”

You’d think after months of working in an office together, he’d have a handle on being normal around you, but apparently that’s not the case today. The nickname makes his heart hammer so loudly he can barely hear himself answer.

“You’re telling me you have nowhere better to be today than here?”

Thunder claps overhead. Rain starts pouring down in earnest, pounding the pavement behind you. He ushers you into the entryway, trying to keep his cool when you steady yourself on his forearm to toe off your shoes. Your shirt clings to the curve of your waist in a way he does not trust himself to look at too closely.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I like hanging out with you.”

You can’t be serious. It's you. The last person in the world he expected to be alone on today.

"You know what day it is."

You level him a look. "I do, actually. I have this thing called a calendar. I think you also have one installed on your phone?"

"Ha ha, marketing monkey."

You poke your tongue out at him. "Whatever, creepy IT guy."

He’s happy to sink into this routine, actually. It’s familiar. Touya calls it flirting; Tomura tries not to call it anything.

"I did get you something, though," you say. "For Valentine’s Day."

You hand him a simple red box tied off with a silver bow.

"Don’t laugh too hard at it, okay? I tried."

You’re never uncertain. He noticed that about you right away, assumed you’d be standoffish and rude because of it just like all of his other coworkers.

But you hadn’t been. You’d been kind in the way that made his teeth hurt.

He opens the box slowly, almost reverently. Inside are small, homemade chocolates, all molded in a somewhat clumsy likeness of his dog Mon.

Fuck.

He stares into the box, dumbfounded.

Sure, you play League with him on the weekends, and yes, he’s gone over the days you have coffee with him so many times they're seared into his brain, but that doesn’t mean you like him.

Except—

This is a lovely, hand-crafted gift that makes him feel so wanted he could actually drown in the feeling. It has to mean something. Right?

“Tomu?”

He snaps himself out of it.

"This is, umm." Shit, he actually has no idea what to say. He looks at you, which is a bad idea, because now all he can think about is how fucking pretty you look in his house, next to his things, bending down to greet Mon as he flies from downstairs to greet you.

"That bad, huh?" You pretend to joke, ruffling Mon's ears.

"No!" he all but shouts, wincing mentally before crouching down beside you. Mon rolls over to show off his belly.

"It's the best gift I've ever gotten," he tells you. "No one's ever made me something like this."

And because no one has ever made him something like this, Tomura takes a chance.

"Do you want to stay? You can run a bath while I grab some food and we can make a day of it?"

You grab his hand and thread your fingers through his, beaming.

"I'd love nothing more."

[redr0sewrites]

rain against the rooftop, you against me

🐌 A/n: i have had the worst migraine for the past few days, but i wanted to write,,,

🐌 Cw: fluffy, smut, afab!reader, established relationship, heavy petting, not proofread, cumming untouched, mommy kink, grinding

🐌 dividers

the air is still and quiet within the base, the same way it had been when Tomura left. with just a hasty kiss and a promise of soon returns, he had gone, claiming that it would be safer for the League to separate for the time being. while you agreed with him, it still hurt to see your lover go. that had been two weeks ago, and although you'd never admit it, you missed him. a lot more than you thought.

rain pours against the rooftop, soothing you with its repetitive tap tap tap. you close your aching eyelids, content in just listening to the rainfall, when all of a sudden, you hear a strange noise.

tap tap tap.

it was more... prominent than anything the rain could cause, but you brushed it off. maybe it was raining fish. you heard that could happen.. or maybe you were just crazy. hallucinating a tapping noise at your window probably wasn't too far off your usual level of worry, so you kept your eyes closed. that was, until it happened again.

"what the fuck..." you grumble, standing up to investigate the source of the noise. you approach the window with caution, opening the latch and taking a look outside, expecting it to be a squirrel or maybe a cat. what you were not expecting was for your disgruntled, soaking wet boyfriend to practically flop into your arms. you yelp, nearly pushing him back out the window before realizing who he is and pulling him back inside.

"what the fuck are you doing on my windowsill?" you gasp, pulling him down and shutting the latch.

Tomura doesn't reply, instead opting to kick off his shoes and sit down on your bed expextantly.

"what do you think i was doing?" he grumbles, and he shoots you a glare that doesn't come off nearly as menacing as intended. if anything, he looks like a wet kitten with his hair plastered to his face and cheeks scrunched up.

"where are the others?"

"i'm sitting on your bed and your asking about the others?"

"i'm just asking! what else am i supposed to say?"

"oh, fuck you," Tomura mumbles, before curling up on your bed and turning away from you.

"m' going to sleep, im too tired to deal with your annoying ass."

you huff, staring at his form and watching the undulating motions as he breathes. you can hear the sound of rain against your rooftop again, no longer dwarfed by his complaints.

"hnm... what are you doing?" Tomura looks up at you lazily as you crawl into bed beside him.

"i missed you~" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself on top of him.

"can't you not- mngh!" Tomura gasps into your mouth as you kiss him, swallowing his words with minimal effort. he rolls onto his back as you flop on top of him, entangling your limbs with his as you continue sucking on his bottom lip. you pull away with faux innocence as Tomura glares up at you. he sits up abruptly, causing you to almost knock heads with him.

"watch it you freak," you grumble, and Tomura snickers.

"so now i'm a freak? i'm wounded," he replies, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. half gloved hands find purchase on your hips, and he rubs his bare thumb on the smooth skin beneath your shirt. you let out a soft sigh before gently kissing him again, this time over the small mole beneath his lips. Tomura's brow furrows into a small pout, but you ignore him, opting to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into another kiss.

"really missed you, Tomu," you mumble against his lips. he lets out a soft half sigh, half whine, before returning the favor. you figure that this is the closest you'll get to an i missed you too, and curl one hand into his hair. your thighs circle around his waist, keeping yourself steady on his lap as you tug on his pale blue curls. Tomura lets out a hefty sigh into your mouth, and your lips twitch into a small grin. you give his hair another tug and he groans, dark red eyes glaring at you in irritation.

"stop that," he mumbles, and you cut him off with another kiss. this one is deeper than before, and you run your tongue between his lips, asking for permission.

"stop what?" you tease before strengthening your grip in his hair and giving it another firm tug, exposing his neck to you. immediately you begin peppering his jawline with soft kisses before you begin trailing down the soft column of his neck.

"i said stop," he hisses, fingers digging into your plush waist. you giggle into the crook of his neck before biting down. he lets out a strained yelp in surprise, and you immediately kiss over the forming bruise.

"make me," you murmur against his skin, languidly rolling your hips against his as you continue your assault on his neck. Tomura's breath hitches, and you can feel yourself clench around nothing as his cock twitches in his sweatpants. the hand that had been so tentatively crawling up your shirt find a firm purchase on your skin now, and his free hand tugs at your waistband in a hasty manner.

"s' been too long Tomura.. i've almost forgotten what you feel like."

your words strike a nerve, and he rolls his hips up harder against you, his clothed cock colliding with your cunt as he begins to grind you down into his lap.

"hh.. yea? missed me?" he rasps, his three non-gloved fingers digging into your waist as he presses you down against his aching length.

"missed you ss-o much Tomu!"

you nuzzle a bit deeper into his neck, sucking on the skin just below his ear, and he whines. you grind down against him fervently, increasing your pace with each animalistic whimper that slips past his lips. Tomura Shigaraki, the symbol of fear, crumbles beneath you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your soft chest. ypur hand returns to his hair, petting and stroking him like a dog. his cock twitches desperately in his pants at the thought.

"you're already close, baby?" you murmur, and he nods lazily.

"ye-yeah,"

"aww, you're really about to cum in your pants just from some heavy petting?" you coo, and he lets out a strangled whine as his cock throbs in his sweatpants from your mocking tone. his eyes are glazed and hazy with lust as he stares at your perfect chest, jiggling with each role of your hips. he's mesmerized, and you begin to coo and pamper him as he slips deeper into a needy and overwhelmed state. the sound of the rain has long since been drowned out by Shigaraki's needy little huffs and moans as his orgasm approaches. between your gentle treatment and the onslaught of pleasure, he was embarrassingly close to cumming in his pants- and you want to see it happen so embarrassingly bad.

an especially hard roll of your hips directly against his clothed cock combined with a tug to the curls at the nape of his neck elicits a string of garbled incoherencies from his lips, mind too boggled with pleasure to even articulate what he needs.

"please, p-please, mommy," he sobs out, pretty tears forming at the corner of his eyes as he begins to hump against you desperately. you continue massaging his scalp with one hand while the other braces yourself against his chest, assisting you in maintaining your balance in his lap. you can feel the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten and you increase your pace, rutting down into his lap with a newfound fervor. Tomura moans, fingers digging into your soft skin as his own movements become sporadic.

"o-oh, ffuck, gonna!" he gasps out, lifting you up nearly entirely off his lap and then slamming you down against his clothed length. he twitches once, twice, three times within his pants, before his orgasm washes over him and he cums, throwing his head back with a needy mewl. you continue rolling your hips for a few more seconds, chasing your own high as you overstimulate him. he shakes beneath you, and the combined neediness of the whole situation and the sight of his blissed out, wanton expression pushes you over the edge. your thighs shake as you cum in his lap, soaking your panties the same way he had done in his boxers.

"oh- anh- hah!" Tomura whimpers beneath you, the friction sending his sensitive cock into overdrive as he squirms beneath you. "t-too much!"

you shudder, eventually ceasing in your motions and collapsing against him- panties soaked and eyelids drooping. Tomura flops back against the mattress, breathing heavily as you nuzzle into his neck.

"how about that nap?" you mumble, and he lets out a small grumble.

"can't. in case you didn't notice, i dirtied my underwear. i need to change-"

"shh. later. i want to sleep." you reply, and he huffs.

"your annoying, y'know that?"

"yeah yeah. you love me."

"...true."

this is,,, not my best work, but it'll do. anyways ! hope u enjoyed ! im prob gonna finish the tomura and touya nsfw alphabets p soon, but if anyone has any requests lmk !!!

[sh1ggyluvrr]

Unexpected. (Shigaraki x f! Reader)

Tomura has been acting weird and you've been feeling weird so you decide to take a pregnancy test… No quirks AU! Part 2, Word Count: 1.7K

TW: Pregnancy sex, a little bit of breasts/tit play, breeding kink, other then that it’s pretty vanilla in my opinion…

A/N: I’m so sorry this tool so long—very very busy as usual..

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Pregnancy was not easy for either of us. I knew I'd have a difficult time but this was preposterous. Upon the first trimester, my diet was completely out the door. I'd be dining on any weird and outlandish thing my mind could think of, eating it down like it was my last meal on Earth. My mood plummeted over the span of a few weeks. Tomura was wary of my moods and my cravings. No matter how odd my meal suggestions were, he'd do his best to accommodate me. There was no judgment when feeding me. He gave me tons of space.

I didn’t have a reason to be remorseful, Tomura was doing a lot for me but I still felt… impatient. One slip-up would have me yelling at him. One petty mistake had me fuming and throwing a tantrum. Of course, I'd come to my senses a couple of hours after and realize how shitty I was treating him—but I couldn't control it. I'd get angry for a few hours, cry, eat, sleep for 2, then do it all over again. I was already tired and regretting my decision to keep this spawn of Satan. I think Tomura realized this and decided to take a different approach to caring for me.

He had just gotten home, he was harboring bags of groceries. He took them inside and laid them on the kitchen table. I heard when the door opened and made my way downstairs. “Did you get it? The food I mean….” I said, standing beside him as I looked down at the bags. He nodded, his hand made its way around my waist then his lips made contact with my cheek.

“What are you doing??”

“Being affectionate… like what you said.”

“Stop it, I don't want it right now.”

“Oh, well I couldn't help it. You look so good now that you’re showing…”

I looked down at myself. I'd been so moody lately, that I hadn't even noticed the development of the baby. I pouted, my face becoming that of annoyance. I scoffed a low ‘Whatever’ as I rummaged through the bag for the snacks I had asked for. I took them upstairs, not bothering to make any further conversations with him. At the moment, I didn't care for bonding or affection whatever he wanted to refer to it as, I wasn't having it.

I eventually finished my snacks and threw the empty wrappers in the trash can that was placed beside the bed. I yawned, finally feeling drowsy. My thoughts ran through what he said earlier. ‘Was I already showing?’ I lifted my shirt and looked down at my stomach. I poked at it, no movement. Of course not, it was too early for any of that. I pouted, and feelings of sadness and emptiness rushed over me. I was being such a pain to the one person who was there to help me. I didn't realize the door had been pushed open, revealing Tomura’s figure. He stood there for a moment before I met eyes with him. Tears streamed down my face, the alarms going off in his brain upon noticing the glisten in my teary eyes.

“I'm sorry… I’m being such a—a brat I..”

He walked over to the side of the bed, and it sank under his weight. He placed a gentle hand on my exposed stomach that did, in fact, have a small bump in it. “There’s no need to apologize… I understand it's the baby messing with your hormones,” he murmured in a humbled tone. His hand then trailed up to my face to wipe my tears away. I sniffled, too ashamed to make eye contact with him. His finger made its way under my chin to lift my face. His lips made contact with my soft ones. I didn’t fight nor did I cuss him out. I melted in against him. My lips moved against his.

My hands found their way to his torso. He broke the kiss, his lips making their way down to my jawline and then to my neck, planting sensual kisses against my skin. I made small noises at the contact. He moved his face a few inches away from my skin, and his voice came in a low breathy hum, “Are you sure…?” I nodded without having to think about it.

He gently laid me down on my back before resuming his attack on my neck. I could tell he was leaving big hickies across my neck. “I’ve been missing this…,” he murmured against my supple skin. He placed his hands under my shirt before lifting it over my head. I hadn’t been wearing a bra because of how sensitive my breasts had become. His lips came down on my collarbone then on my chest, then down to my breast. I flinched as I felt the contact. A small moan left me, his lips latched onto my sensitive nipple.

“You’re so sweet… You taste so good..,” He breathed out against my chest. I groped a handful of it and squeezed lightly; I whimpered in response. “Not too rough… they’re—sensitive,” I whined, shuffling a bit under him. He didn't listen, he just continued to suck and grope my tits. “I can’t wait till you start lactating… I’d be suckling off of you for hours, lavishing in your sweet milk,” he huffed out, his breath tickling my nipple.

He placed a wet open-mouthed kiss on my nipple before moving down to the bulge of my stomach. “You’re so full… I wish you could be full like this all the time,” he groaned out. He caressed my stomach softly, uttering the word, ‘Perfect’ while planting a few more kisses on my small baby bump. He made his way down to my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart. He planted a small kiss on my clothed core. His hands made their way to the waistband of my shorts and pantied—gently pulling them down, revealing my soaked cunny. A small string of slick separated as he discarded my undergarments; placing them somewhere on the floor.

His lips made contact with my sensitive clit. His lips latched onto the small bud and sucked on it. “Tomu-! Fuck… please, be gentle…,” I moaned desperately, my hands instantly made its way through his light blue frizzy hair. His head bobbed as he licked on my clit, sucking it gently every now and then. His lips moved down to my cunt. His tongue plunged into my opening and I moaned out his name. My back arched and my head sank into the mattress as desperate moans and pleas left my mouth. “Tomura…I—it feels too good…”

He made a quiet grunt against my cunt causing me to twitch, my walls contracting as my climax drew closer. “I can’t let you cum yet, baby—I haven’t gotten my fix just yet.” He sat up, his hands working to take off his belt. Once off, it, along with his undergarments, were thrown on the floor. He leaned over me once more to place a gentle kiss on my lips, his hard twitching tip making contact with my aching cunt.

“Inside… Don’t tease me..,” I whined helplessly, moving my hips to get a better feel of him. “Patience, baby…,” his voice was like silk as he spoke in my ear. He guided his cock against my entrance—slowly rubbing his veiny girth against my slick-covered pussy. “Mmh…please, fill me up, I need it…,” I begged before he interrupted my whining, “Seeing you beg while you’re already filled with my baby, makes me want to breed you over and over again…,” he slurred as his lips made contact with my skin once more. Small whiny noises left his lips as he rubbed his heat against mine.

I cried out as I felt him plunge inside of me with a sharp thrust of his hips. He groaned out as my gummy walls enclosed around him. “Your pussy is so tight—it’s gripping me so desperately,” he kissed my cheek again. His thrusts were slow and long. I squirmed under him as he continued to slowly plunge his length inside of me. Sweet nothings left his lips; his breathing became labored.

He placed his lips over mine, giving me an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss. I wrapped my arms around his upper body so he was lying atop me. His cock continued to thrust into my soft walls. I arched my back off of the bed, moaning his name. Tomura took that as the initiative to plunge into my pussy faster.

“Mura…please— ah—I feel…so full-!”

I moaned out, gripping the messed-up blankets around us. Low groans and desperate moans left him as well. His cock was soaked in slick and I could tell he was close. My pussy twitched in response to his noises. He paused for a moment, his length twitching inside me. I placed my hand on his arm, encouraging him to keep going.

“I’m close too…cum inside of me—I’m already full of your baby…”

I continued to rub his arm, nodding my head at him. He moved inside of me one more time, shaky breaths leaving him once more. My hips twitched and I bit my lower lip. My legs wrapped around his hips forcing him to plunge inside me one last time before I came. My arms gripped his back—my nails plunged into his skin. He whimpered right in my ear. His eyes shut as I felt his muscles tense and his cum filled my womb.

After a minute or two I felt him relax on top of me. We were both out of breath and sweat. He was beginning to get heavy so I pushed him off of me. He rolled onto his back beside me.

“I’ll help you clean up..”

He offered, I shook my head in protest. I turned on my side to face him and cuddled on his side.

“We can clean up in the morning… Stay with me.”

He smiled before kissing the top of my forehead. His arms made their way around my body. The heat that radiated off of him along with his heartbeat lulled me to sleep.

“Good night, my love…”

[sourpatchys]

It’s been awhile since I’ve drawn Shigaraki, but he’s such a cutie patooty I couldn’t stay away for long

[tomurabunny]

Pomegranate

pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x GN!Reader

◦ genre: fluff, slow burn

◦ word count:

◦ tags: domestic moments, Tomura is Bad at Feelings, Soft Shigaraki, no quirk au

◦ synopsis: Tomura's never cared much for the little things, until the scent of pomegranate begins to haunt him. It's familiar, warm — and it reminds him of you in ways he doesn't quite understand.

◦ warnings: nothing, i guess, just fluff

◦ author’s note: this one took its time to come together. Honestly, I still don't feel like it's complete — maybe I'll edit or expand it someday. The idea bloomed while I was preparing pomegranates, something I did almost every week for a while after losing one of my vocal cords.

◦ excerpt: He peels the pomegranate at the table, red juice seeping into the creases of his fingers, staining them deep crimson. The scent rises — sharp, sweet, and unmistakably familiar. Why does this feel like... you?

One evening, you're both at the store, picking out the essentials for the week. Tomura's never been the kind to care much about what ends up in the cart. Whatever works. Whatever's quick. But today, his eyes drift to the display of fresh pomegranates. The dark red skin catches the light, and something about the fruit feels familiar, like a word on the tip of his tongue.

Without a second thought, he picks one up and tosses it into the cart.

You glance at the fruit. "Didn't know you liked those."

He shrugs, eyes fixed on the cart like the answer's buried somewhere among the groceries. "I don't. Just felt like it."

You don't question it, and he doesn't explain. He's not sure he could explain. It's just... there.

Days pass, and the thought keeps sneaking up on him. It's strange. The pomegranate sits on the counter, untouched, for a while. Every time he walks by it, his eyes catch on the rough skin, the color deep and rich. Something gnaws at the edge of his awareness.

Late one night, Tomura finally picks it up. The kitchen is quiet, shadows pooling in the corners. He peels the pomegranate at the table, the red juice seeping into the creases of his fingers, staining them a deep crimson. The scent rises — sharp, sweet, and unmistakably familiar. He frowns, the feeling tugging harder now, an itch just beneath the surface of his mind.

He sits there for a long while, fingers sticky, the seeds glistening like tiny rubies. He turns one over between his thumb and forefinger, watching the juice bead up and drip onto the table. The smell lingers, clings to his skin, and with every breath, it pulls him deeper into that elusive memory.

Why does this feel like... you?

It doesn't make sense. He tries to shake it off, but the thought roots itself deeper. That scent — that subtle sweetness — reminds him of moments when the world feels smaller, quieter. When you're curled up next to him, the glow of your laptop reflecting off your glasses, or when your hair brushes his arm as you lean in to watch him play.

But he doesn't understand. He's smelled your perfumes before, during classes or before dates: crisp, sharp notes, confident and self-assured. This scent is different.

Softer. Warmer. More vulnerable.

And it's only here, in these quiet spaces you share.

Then, one Friday night, it clicks.

You're sitting cross-legged on his couch, your laptop balanced on your knees, the soft glow lighting up your face. You're wearing one of Tomura's old shirts, the sleeves hanging loosely around your wrists. Your hair is slightly messy, stray strands falling over your eyes. And that scent — that subtle, sweet warmth — drifts from you. It catches him off guard when you lean over to watch his screen, your shoulder brushing his. It's there again when you laugh softly at some absurd in-game death.

Pomegranate.

The realization lands quietly, but it strikes deep. His chest tightens. He hadn't noticed it before — not consciously — but now it's so obvious he almost feels stupid. It's not an artificial scent, not something you'd spray on before a night out. It's something else. Something that lingers when you're here.

Something soft and unguarded.

The thought won't leave him alone. The more he notices it, the more it unsettles him. He catches whiffs of it when you stretch on the couch or curl into a blanket.

And why does it feel like he's the only one who gets to see it?

Tomura catches himself breathing in a little deeper when you're close, fingers curling slightly as if he could hold onto it.

It frustrates him, this quiet puzzle. He hates puzzles without answers. And he hates how much he wants to solve this one.

He can't ignore it any longer. On a Sunday morning, after a few rounds of Smash Bros, Tomura tosses the controller aside. It clatters onto the coffee table, the sound breaking through the quiet.

His voice is rough, low, almost accusing. "Why do you smell different when we're here?"

You pause, fingers frozen mid-typing. "What do you mean?"

He frowns, frustration flickering in his eyes. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to scratch away the confusion.

"I don't know. It's... pomegranate. When we're home." Tomura avoids your gaze, his voice dropping to a mumble. "But I never see you putting anything like it on."

The silence stretches between you. Then, you smile softly, something warm in your eyes.

"My moisturizer. I use it at night or when I'm just relaxing."

Tomura doesn't say anything, but his eyes flick to you. The realization settles in his mind — this scent, this layer of softness, being something only he gets to notice.

Something just for him.

His voice comes out quieter than he intended. "What... does it do?"

You fight the urge to grin, knowing if you make a big deal out of this, he'll retreat. "Keeps my skin soft."

He stares at you for a moment longer. Then, barely audible, he mutters, "Your skin's already soft."

Heat rises to your cheeks at the unexpected compliment. You shrug, trying to keep your voice steady. "Well... this helps."

There's a pause. His gaze lingers on you, the weight of unspoken thoughts filling the space between you. Then he murmurs, almost too low to hear, "Don't stop using it."

You smile, pretending you didn't hear him, but your fingers brush against his, lingering just a little longer than usual.

[mha-cuties-pls]

Moments | Shigaraki

The Moments Series | pairing: Shigaraki x reader | words: approx 500 | rating: M | genre: smut

“Shut up!” Shigaraki hissed, shoving your face down into the pillow you were crouching over, “I don’t want the rest of them to know I’m back yet.”

But you could hardly think, let alone control the deep moans that emanated out of your chest each time he bottomed out inside you. After he hit a particularly sensitive spot, though, you squeaked; rather loud.

He spanked your ass hard enough for you to yelp, only to have him grab your head by your hair, and cover your mouth with his hand roughly. “What did I just say?”

Your muffled ‘sorry’ was barely audible, and you felt him tugging on your hair harder while he chuckled evilly from behind you.

Grabbing your hips with a painful grip, he smashed his hips into yours, his big cock filling up your bruised hole so violently, you couldn’t help but scream again.

“Ahhh-“ you cried, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes due to the sting, “yo-your s-so fucking b-big.” But as much as it hurt, you felt so turned on. You loved it when he let his animalistic side take over and just pound the shit out of you; he was usually relatively gentle.

Not right now though, that was for sure.

He kept a steady pace, his insane length hitting your cervix every time; you tried to jump forward and squirm around in his grip to adjust, but he wouldn’t let you.

You felt another sharp pain across your ass. “Why do you keep trying to run away from me?” Abruptly, you felt him pull out, and the delicious sting of him inside you was gone.

It made you feel so empty suddenly and-

“Are you whining now?!” You heard him scoff, his strong hands suddenly grabbing your sides painfully and wantonly flipping you over.

As you laid on your back, you were able to look up at him for just a second, and finally saw the lecherous look in his eyes; it was kind of scary.

You kind of liked it.

Though you were pulled from your thoughts when his hand clasped around your throat suddenly, and you felt him position himself at your entrance.

“Such a fucking slut for me,” He breathed, his face inching closer over yours as he studied the way your face changed every time he ran his tip along your folds; the way your body squirmed around in his grasp. “So fucking pretty.”

You started to feel that nagging aching feeling again, “Shiggy,” you breathed out, your face twisting up a bit as if you were in pain, “please I ne-AHH”

Before you were even able to finish begging, he shoved himself inside you so violently you couldn’t help but scream again. You tried to say something but you couldn’t; Your voice came out to the cadence of his rapid thrusts, and your words were just a jumbled mess. It even felt like you might have been drooling a little bit, too.

Your eyes started to close in pure ecstasy as he fucked and stuffed you harder than anyone had ever before, but you felt his hand across your cheek as he slapped you awake; and grabbed your face to make you look at him.

He was so in love with you. Even now, after everything, after the way he’s treated you, the way he fucks you; you look at him with more love and admiration in your eyes for him than anyone he’s ever seen.

There’s no way he’s letting you go now.

A/N: ahhhh I wrote something! This is just a quick lil series I’m doing about “moments” w/the characters, they’ll range from all ratings and genres !

[pleaseitsjustrae0nly]

Tattoo artist! Toumura Shigaraki! At 11:33pm

Afab!Reader x Tomura Shigaraki

Smut! Read at your own risk <3

I'm sorry but this man gives me🦋🦋🦋🦋

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

Okay so, small detail. I feel like instead of wearing those full-cover gloves, he'd wear gloves that were fingerless (if they are allowed).

You just wanted a cute tattoo, you didn't think you'd get... a sneaky link as well.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

You walked in the renovated-bar, where the tattoo store was located and BOY. You did not expect your artist to be this hot, his voice was so intoxicating and his hair... god his hair looked so gorgeous. And with your incredible luck, the receptionist gave HIM to you for your appointment!

Apparently his name was Shigaraki, he was explaining the procedures of getting a tattoo, but you just focused on his hands. He had fingerless gloves, some fingers were still covered but still, they were long and...

"Alright, where do you want your tattoo?"

"Oh! Uhm, on (prefered location) please."

"Since you asked nicely, sure."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

My goodness, if you could die right there, you would. His hands held onto your skin as he used the tool to press the ink into your skin. You chose a (insert design), and according to his words 'be sure to not regret it.' Oh you would never, heck you might just get more tattoos' just to see him again.

His shoulders, his neck, you found the perfect piece of eye candy for you. When the ink stopped, you snapped back into reality to see him talk (more like shout) with the receptionist saying that they'll be awhile. But didn't he say it would only take only 2 hours? Sure the awhile could mean that but-

"I know your checking me out."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

You always took notice of his slender, long fingers. But feeling them INSIDE YOU? You were gone, all you could think about was the hot tattoo artist fingering you on the seat.

"Shh... be quiet. Not unless you want them to hear?"

"ugh... please~"

"Shut it slut. Be quiet and I'll give you something more than my fingers."

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

You ended up getting his number, he didn't give you the 'more' but he said after his shift. So you left with a tattoo, and a new found lover? It took him about 3 more hours until his shift ended, and he was now heading towards your home.

You thought about preparing a meal, but when you went to answer the door whilst cooking, he just pounced onto you and started kissing your neck and nipping at your delectable skin. Small moans slipped as you both made your way to the kitchen... the meal, forgotten.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

After that night, he became not only your sneaky link but also a close friend. He'd come running if you asked him to rail, fuck, finger, and etc.

When he's eating you out, his focus was solely focused on your taste and where he sucked. (his focus is strong since he has to avoid mistakes on a client's skin)

When he's fucking you? Oh he'd degrade you, hard. He'd have one hand on your throat and the other holding one of your legs up, as he spits insults and small praises from time to time.

Your ability to walk? HA, you lost that the day he fingered you. You were practically wobbling out of the tattoo store, no weird looks, but yeah.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day/afternoon/night. &lt;3

[vistier]

pervy shigaraki who can never stop thinking about you. always humping his pillow whimpering and waiting for you to come home so he can stuff you. you tell him what a good boy he is and how good he's doing. he's misses your touch and your words sooo badly.

[sugoi-and-spice]

Earl grey tea + Chia tea, Shigaraki please?

🫶🏼

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Lolllll, he did absolutely nothing. Okay, well, maybe not nothing. But definitely not anything that actually resembled courting, and nothing that was intentional. He never had any plans or desires to date at all - way too preoccupied with his mission. It just never seemed like a possibility for him.

But he does find that he wants to spend more and more time with you though, you actually make him feel calm, make him feel wanted. So rather than going out of his way to "court" you, he really just goes out of his way to hang out with you. Inviting you to play games, sitting down and eating meals with you, learning all about your interests - anything to generate more conversations with you.

Honestly, he just develops a very natural, deep friendship like he does with the rest of the League - but with a lot more blushing. He probably also teases you a lot more than others. Of course, if you turn it back on him, he gets distressingly embarrassed - boy is a total tsundere.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

This man will try basically anything and everything - enthusiastically too. He may not have ever planned on being in a relationship, but now that he's in one, he's just a horny little goblin that can't get enough of every aspect of it.

I wouldn't say he needs to go out of his way to spice things up, he's so excited to explore all that sex has to offer, there really aren't too many dull moments. One of his go-to's is that he'll see something in a porno/eroge game/doujin that looks fun or sexy, and try to replicate it with his partner.

Honestly, as the series progresses and the League finds themselves on the run with fewer and fewer nice things and private moments - the big change is when he goes out of his way to sweeten things up rather than spicing things up. To bring his partner to a beautiful, peaceful clearing, or stealing a duvet and candles to dress up the warehouse they've been staying in - anything to let his partner know how important they are to him, how much more in life they deserve - even if he can't offer it.

send me a tea + a character and i’ll answer!

[indigosuvi]

S/O with a blood quirk

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 140 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Featuring: Fumikage and Tomura

Tomura

- Even before you told him about your quirk, he was afraid to touch you. He didn't want to lose you like he did his family. 

- Despite you being able to manipulate blood, he can safely touch you, with no harm coming to you. He would be very hesitant. It would take a long time to convince him.

- He's not bothered by your quirk, he's bothered by his own. He killed his own family. You. You haven't done anything that severe. Your quirk isn't dangerous. He doesn't want you to have the same unfortunate fate his family did.

Tokoyami

- He likes creepy and dark things. Your quirk wouldn't bother him at all. 

- He's insecure of his own quirk so he can understand if you're struggling with your own.

- Would be there to support you in any way that he can.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

[suksatoru]

a little more real ⋆˚୨♡୧˚⋆ tomura x you

shigaraki's breath hitches the moment your soft lips place a feathery kiss onto his jaw, and he averts his gaze from you, unable to bring himself to look into your eyes.

"always so busy..." you murmur, your kisses growing in quantity until his eyes are fluttering close. he grips the arm rests of his gaming chair as you continue your sweet assault on his face

the tension leaves his muscles eventually. he stops muttering those clipped remarks under his breath about how you're obsessed with him or too clingy - even as he spoke the words quietly, he kept a secure grip on your waist.

your kisses were making him dizzy. his heart was beating fast, and he was embarrassed beyond belief when you pressed your ear against his chest with a cheeky grin to hear the sound of the thumping drum inside.

he finally knew what his favorite thing from you was. not those little sandwiches you make him when he's gaming, or the way you help him fold his clothes into those carefully practiced rectangles he never learned how to make - your kisses were the thing he loved the most. shigaraki liked to think that they made him a little more human than the monster he was being groomed into. you made him feel a little lighter, a little more real.

[blurbios]

Trapped

cw: alcohol, a bit suggestive

other: fem! reader, dialogue heavy, dabi is pushy again

chapter three of a birthday outing

As the night went on you tried your best to be in the moment with your friends. You hadn’t realized how much you had to drink until it ran right through you. “Ume!” You tapped her on the shoulder. “I need to pee.”

“Okay? Then go, I think it’s over there.” She pointed you to the neon restroom signs.

“Come with me, please.” You tugged on her hand.

“I can’t, I gotta make a move on Yuki before I give in and get drunk.”

“It’ll be quick.” You tried to convince her.

“If it’ll be quick, then I’m sure you’ll be fine, y/n.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” You stood up to make your way through the crowd.

“Love you, too” Ume chimed as she waved at you. As you weaved your way through the bodies occupying the club, you felt the heavy gaze of the stranger fall upon you once again. You didn’t even know where he was, but you knew he was just watching you like it was some weird game. No matter where you went, he knew exactly where you were. You had to wait in line for the bathroom and Dabi took his chance to finally pounce. 

“Hey, excuse me, miss.” He tried to sound kind. 

A jolt of panic shot through your body as you turned to see who it was talking to you. ”Hi, sorry, have we met?” He could barely hear you over the music, but that didn’t matter.

A grin crept onto his face. “No and you don’t need to. Listen, today’s my buddy’s birthday.” He looked down at you, to make sure you were listening. When his azure gaze locked with yours you felt the panic resurge as you nodded along. “He’s a real loner type, so I was wondering if a doll such as yourself would help make his night.”

You broke eye contact when you saw that the line had moved in your peripheral, much to your relief. “Sorry, not interested.” You quickly squeaked out as you moved past him and into the safety of the bathroom. He lifted his hand to yank you back, but managed to stop himself. He stood there for a moment contemplating just following you in, but he remembered that he couldn’t cause a scene because Toga had promised they’d be on their best behavior. He didn’t want to ruin his friend’s night, after all and he was just so close to having you where he wanted. You used the bathroom and promptly washed your hands. As you exited the bathroom you turned directly into him, falling into his trap. 

"There you are." He caged you between his body and the wall. "As I was saying, you don't have to sleep with him or anything, just talk to the poor guy."

"Again, I'm not interested. Please, just leave me alone." You shook your head. 

"All you gotta do is make the guy smile." He roughly grabbed your chin and and jerked your face up to look at him, his blue eyes piercing into you. "You can do that, can't ya?" He breathed into your face. You tried to push him away, but he was an immovable object. He chuckled at your meek attempt at getting away. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you alongside him to their table. "You better play nice." He pushed you into the booth next to the boy in the black hoodie that was still fixated on his phone. Then he sat on the edge of the seat, trapping you once again. You looked around at the strangers sitting around the table and felt yourself growing more anxious by the minute. You glanced over to your table and saw Ume and Yuki talking, at least somebody was having a good time. You wished someone would look at you and see the fear in your eyes, but nobody cared, nobody noticed. Nobody except Dabi, of course, who still had that grin on his face as he watched you struggle to find your footing. He was so proud of himself and he couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

a/n: oh brother, this chapter is a bit short, but I feel like if i continued with the next chunk the chapter would end up being huge lol sorry it took so long, my brain has not been cooperating as of late, pero we will work through it. i'll prob try to get another chapter out before june because the first week of june i won't be able to come on here. hope you're all doing well as always x ALSO I PROMISE TOMURA AND THE READER WILL INTERACT NEXT CHAPTER LMAO

[aizawasbestie]

Crimson eyes and those stupid little white lies.

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“you are going to change the world one day Y/N.” The voice says.

“What if I don’t want to?” I reply back.

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Y/N was viewed as good, joining UA, it was believed she would end up being the greatest hero to exist, alongside her classmates, they would save the world, but that was never supposed to happen, she was there for one reason, and one reason only.

To end the hero world, to end the commission, and to help the villains become the strongest power to ever exist.

She never expected to fall in love, especially with an angry, brash, insensitive crimson eyed, blonde haired boy, who’s only trait was being explosive, but yet here she was.

She never wanted to be cruel, growing up surrounded by death, she only wanted to feel the warmth of love.

But with ties with both ends of the war, will she lead with her heart or with her head?

————————————————————————

“Only you know what and who it is that you want, I think you need to decide.” Dabi says looking at me seriously.

I raise my eyebrow. “Stop sounding so wise, you’ll get wrinkles”

He hits me over the back of the head “you annoy me Y/N, carry on and you’ll end up with brain damage.”

“But then you’ll not have this sisterly love I give to you.” I pout

He rolls his eyes but his features soften, he smile faintly but I catch it, I can’t help but smile back.

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“I’d follow you anywhere.” His gruff voice sounds out into the comfortable silence.

I look at him “you shouldn’t.” I say maintaining eye contact.

“Why not?” He asks, doing the same.

“I’m dangerous and if you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit of a bad influence Katsuki.”

“So? Makes it all the more fun dumbass.” He smirks and I shake my head, rolling my eyes as I smirk back.

“Your funeral.” I shrug

“Bring it.” He says at the challenge.

[sh1ggyluvrr]

Unexpected. (Shigaraki x f! Reader)

This is my time posting on tumblr so… please give me grace!

Tomura has been acting weird and you've been feeling weird so you decide to take a pregnancy test…No quirks AU! This is part 1, Word Count: 694

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

✧⡈⡠*✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩.･*:｡

It always felt like he was making up for something; I’d never known what. He’d touch me a bit longer than he’d ever had, make eye contact a little longer before looking away, and soften his voice when addressing me directly. It was odd initially; he wasn't one for affection and thoughtful gestures. The change didn't settle right with me.

I looked down at the test in my trembling hands. I sat on top of the toilet seat, focusing fully on the test that sent chills down my spine and flutters through my stomach.

Two lines.

Was that all it took to ruin my life—our relationship? This singular slip-up determined our future; and the stability of our relationship and I messed it up. I let out the breath that had been trapped inside me. My legs struggled to support me as I stood up to walk. The significance of the moment weighed on me heavily. I parted my lips to speak. I needed to tell him, I’d prefer his cold glances rather than his detachment. My voice came out low and raspy; I was on the brink of breaking down. I reached up to hold my head–the ache spreading to my body as I struggled to move any further. Nausea crept up on me and I forced myself to swallow as I felt bile bulge in my throat.

The door swung up, the bit of fresh air hitting my face. My eyes were met with hooded red ones, they trailed down to the floor. The test met his eyes and then slowly trailed up to me.

“You’re pregnant.” He said more of a statement rather than a question. I nodded, clutching the fabric on my stomach. I felt his surprisingly warm hands carefully direct me into the adjacent bedroom. He sat me down on the bed, he didn’t seem surprised at all. My eyes remained lowered, my shaky hands still clutched onto my hoodie. Tomura just stood there, looking down at me as I sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you just finding out? I thought you already knew…” I looked up at him with a horrified expression… ‘He already knew? But how? How could he have known before me…?’ “How did you… why didn't you…”

My voice became quiet, and I thought of the future, what would happen if I were to keep this baby? I squeezed my eyes shut, my fingers roughly tangling through my hair, and I grabbed a handful of it. I felt the bed sink in as he sat next to me. He gently clasped his hands over mine. I felt Tomura pull my hands away from my hair—his rough lips making contact with the soft skin of my hands. I turned my head to look at him through my teary red eyes. ‘He’s so affectionate, could it be because of the- ‘

“Baby, there’s no need to stress. We made a mistake but we can’t go back in time…”Why is he so calm about this?!! I opened my mouth to speak before closing it again. I pulled my hands away from his hold. “Tomura… we can’t keep this-!” His facial expression hardened as he looked at me. Tomura always tried to be indifferent but I could always tell when he was on the other side of an argument. “If that's what you want to do then I won't stop you. But… I always fancied the idea of you being filled with my babies.” ‘Babies…plural?!’ My eyes widened once more before I looked down at my lap. I played with the ends of my shirt.

We weren’t rich but we weren't struggling. Our house was small since it was only the two of us but the rooms were pretty spacious. But could we really afford one more? His words were definitely enticing… I looked up at him hesitantly. He gave me a small, barely noticeable, smile. He leaned in and kissed my cheek, my face slightly moving with his. He was a bit more affectionate too… maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[sourpatchys]

•Shigaraki Falling for You•

A series of events following Shigaraki Tomura falling for you. (Reader is not in the league of villains)

Warning: protective/stalker behavior (potentially Soft Yandere?) and Self deprecating thoughts (nothing major)

Reader: written with a female reader in mind, but can be read as gender neutral

It’s going to be a slow process

The most slow burn of all slow burns

Truly he wishes he could just kill you, your stupid face and equally as stupid personality could fuck right off into dust.

He thought it was a fluke— any male his age would get a little flustered at the sight of someone as attractive as you are.

But then the feeling never stopped and he completely lost sight of himself

He’s never had the desire to get to know someone— you can’t really blame him for being so confused

For awhile he completely locks himself away from you, refusing to look at you or acknowledge you whatsoever (though he still found himself lurking around in your vicinity)

Once that fazes out he’s just angry.

Angry at himself, angry at you and angry at the world

You’re stuck to his brain in such an alarming way— he honestly thought it was someone’s quirk being used against him, like it was some sick joke

He hated it. He hated the way you made him feel, and he hated himself for feeling

No matter how hard he tried to fight it (albeit not very hard) he couldn’t find it in himself to hate you

His anger quickly turned to infatuation

He needed to know more about you, he needed to understand why your presence kept pulling him in

You were nice to him when he would come by the coffee shop you worked at

You gave him a smile so genuine it made him want to smile back

He found himself following you home some nights, just too see what route you would follow on certain days

This little routine of his made him wonder how you stayed so upbeat

Your customers were rude and entitled

Some of them would let their hands linger on you when you gave them change

Some of them gave you a hard time just to see you get upset

One guy in particular had tried to get you fired, making up more lies than shigaraki had ever heard.

He saw you cry for the first time in months in your apartment that night

Without really thinking about it, he tracked that guy down and killed him so you’d never have to see his face again

He didn’t know that killing that one guy would start a frenzy in himself

Now whenever someone got angry with you, whenever they couldn’t see that you were just doing your job—

He took it into his own hands to shut them up.

It wasn’t his most calculated idea, it wasn’t long before the police started to watch the area, and soon after more hero’s were out on patrol

He couldn’t really find it in himself to care though

One off handed comment from Dabi changed his whole ideals around in an instant

“If you keep going to her she’s just going to get in trouble”

It was a joke, he was making fun of him for taking so much time out of his day just to watch you exist

But it flipped a switch in his head

You had to come to him instead.

The more he thought about it the more he didn’t want you working at that crusty old coffee shop at the corner of town.

He didn’t want you dealing with those disgusting civilian creeps anymore 

The only safe place for you to be was with him

At this point he still hadn’t put the pieces together, he still wasn’t sure why you made him feel the way that he did.

That didn’t stop him from stumbling on your doorstep pretending he got mugged though

You were surprised to see him, he could see it in the gleam of your eyes

He wasn’t even sure if you knew who he was. Which he supposed would make things easier

And you didn’t know who he was— all you knew is that he was one of your regulars and that he needed your help

He had asked you not to call the police, he claimed he didn’t want any trouble with law enforcement— that he just wanted some water and a place to sit down

You were obviously on edge, scared, confused— all things he expected. But you let him in.

He had walked to your house on his own, letting himself get soaked in the storm outside. He wanted to seem believable, he wanted you to give him the attention he craved so badly

Your apartment smelled like coffee and sugar cookies, a pleasant smell he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget. It was the smell of you— a smell you carried with you wherever you went.

In the back of his mind he made sure to note that he needed to get you a wax warmer, he never wanted to go without this scent. He was starting to crave it.

You were patient with him, getting him water, checking his head for bumps and his body for bruises

You were like his own personal guardian angel

He took you that night

Not a trace of your life left behind, empty floors and bare walls. Not even your scent remained.