#Tomura Shigaraki angst

[pandoraspurgatory]

Ghosts of Hanahaki

Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader. Implied established relationship. HANAHAKI disease AU

Graphic themes ahead, Minors DNI. TW below

TW: Su1c1de in graphic detail, death, vomit, blood, major angst/whump. No happy endings here! You’ve been warned

Tomura wheezed, he couldn’t yet decipher what was sweeter, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth or the hint of magnolias on his tongue.

His lungs burned, what left of his shallow body paced around the leagues home, his footsteps accompanied by the sound of retching and laboured coughs. He grimaced in pain as the petals fluttered out of his mouth with each hack, chrysanthemums weren’t so beautiful when covered in mucus and blood

The league had little to no fight left, not for Tomura, he was long gone. The house was a filthy mess, what was once a home filled with laughter and enticing schemes, was now a cesspit of despair and utter loneliness.

The bath was still stained with blood even months later, what left of you settled in the grout of the bathroom tiles. Scrubbing the remnants of you felt like a final farewell nobody was yet ready to confront.

Mouldy bumpers and half smoked cigarettes lay littered in the dining room, a memoir of Dabis attempt to ignore the situation. Toga had left weeks ago, hopefully to someplace better, you always wanted her to do bigger things anyway.

Hanahaki disease wasn’t near as much of a threat as it used to be, not with the quirks and technology possessed by people in this day and age. It was painful of course, but easily treatable with specialised medication and a hint of shame walking out of the doctors office.

Not Tomura though, the moment this started and a small pink petal escaped his lips, he made his decision to rot in the shame of his fatal mistake. Atoning for his ignorance in a slow form of suicide.

Tomura knew of the cures, with how rotten, heinous and sex obsessed society was, most of the population was bound to develop Hanahaki at least once in their lives. In some cultures it was almost a right of passage, a fucked up version of loosing one’s virginity.

2 months ago the unthinkable, though painstakingly unsurprising finally emerged through the cracks of your well played facade.

Instead of going out in a blaze of glory, surrounded by your comrades as you fought to save society and liberate the slums of the streets… You died convulsing and choking on rancid tasting vomit in a battered porcelain bathtub, wrists slit and eyes dull.

It was hours before you were stumbled upon, taking effort to end yourself while the league were out of the house, it seemed like the most polite thing to do.

It’s what you attempted to convince yourself, in truth you didn’t want your mind to be swayed, or to risk any chance of survival. Truely believing it was better this way, and maybe it was in the long run, it’s not like finding out is an option after the actions you imposed on yourself.

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Tomura walked through the half broken in entryway, Spinner tailing close behind him. After slumping down on the couch, Spinner poured two glasses of whiskey into the fanciest cups they had, handing one to Tomura as he loaded up his league of legends disc.

Solo mode did have its perks of course, though Tomura found it much more stimulating fighting against his best friend. It was often crudely competitive of course, though a quick dose of dopamine before whatever mission was forced on them next.

Through laughter and slowly sipping at their drinks, as well as yelling at painfully long loading screens, the distant sound of dripping slithered its way into Tomuras ears.

He was easily overstimulated in the best of situations, however with the clearly unpaid wifi bill disrupting the game paired with the cheap whiskey dancing on his tongue, he felt himself slowly slip into frustration.

“Fucking Toga, left the tap on again, just another water bill on my ass”

Spinner smirked, taking a quick swig before responding “Relax it Shig, your Master will pay for it, you know that… your girl home?”

He ran his hands through his greasy hair, groaning in frustration, muttering something under his breath about how Toga should know better “yeah, probably having a nap, she’s sleepy”.

Minutes went by quickly as the game finally loaded after Spinner blew the grocery money on the wifi bill. The quickening dripping sound only drilling into Tomuras ears more each second. With a unsatisfied groan Tomura forced his way off the couch, kicking over a Mountain Dew can as he trudged his way into the bathroom. Spinners rapid clicks of the controller didn’t drown out the sound that came from the other end of the house moments later.

The shrill cry pierced his ears. He didnt need to think twice about who it came from. Spinner had heard Tomura in all his moods, whether it was a raspy laugh at a shitty joke, or a grating shout at the wifi failing. Spinner consistently recognised the voice of his closest companion.

He hadn’t heard Tomura like this before, Spinners legs moved faster than his thoughts as he sprinted towards the bathroom, he didn’t know what to expect. For all he knew it could be the second time Tomura encountered a spider in the toilet, though something was amiss.

The scene was gruesome, scalding bile threatened to force its way out of his throat as he looked at the situation before him. The League of course was no stranger to murder and death, but to those who deserved it, those who single handedly carved their own macabre demises.

You laid in the bathroom, in an old t shirt of Tomuras. Your eyes wide open and face covered in vomit and half digested pills. Spinner had never bothered to notice how strong blood smelt prior to this moment, it was sharp and metallic, enough to make him want to collapse. Your wrists dripped onto the tiled floor, mimicking a tap not screwed tight enough.

Blood pooled on the ground below, slit wrists coagulated with dark sticky clots that melted to the floor. How long had you sat here? 2 hours? 3?

The silence was broken by Tomura, his voice shaky on the brink of a mental break, he hissed through clenched teeth.

“She’s sick Spinner, get a glass of water and I’ll put her into bed”

He was taken aback, he knew Tomura wasn’t the most mentally stable man out there, though this had snapped something in him.

“Hurry up Spinner!” He begged, taking long dragged breaths as he rocked back and forth, holding your face in his hands. “She needs to go rest!”

Spinners heart raced. The empty look in your eyes, the purple marks indicating blood pooling under your skin, the way your joints cracked as Tomura attempted to move you.

People would have to be blind to miss the fact that rigor mortis had embraced you before Tomura did.

Dabi and Compress arrived soon after, it took hours of pleading, convincing and restraint to pry your cold and stiff body from Tomuras desperate grasp.

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Dabi knew

Spinner knew

Compress knew

Twice knew

They all knew that Tomura didn’t have long left, it was no use fighting the inevitable. The only good parts of him rotted into the tiles, just like you.

What was the point of curing his disease when he wasn’t rejected, but cruelty abandoned by the one who claimed to love him to most?

Only a matter of days later flowers sprouted from Tomuras body. The final stage pastel petals brought much needed comfort to him, much like the hands of his family he dawned on his body when you first met.

The reminders of the lives he took worn on his body as he took his last breath in the bathtub, a last ditch effort to be closer to you.

As much as the league tried to convince him it wasn’t his fault, it was his antidepressants clasped in your hand when he let go of your body.

[shxtodxroki]

Tomura Shigaraki Masterlist

Here is where you will find all of my writing for Tomura! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3

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[quitesins]

Your friend SHIGARAKI is online!

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Tags: Sfw, Suggestive joke, Smau, Female!reader, Online friend!Shigaraki, reader likes to bother Tomura, she has cringy humour, I’m not a gamer idk da lingo

Texts between you and your online friend Shigaraki!

Truth is this was originally a written drabble intended to become a fic but that was like a year ago and it’s clear it was going no where… sooooo … now it’s a smau!! Yay!!

[tyinghershoe]

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Shigaraki’s hands were as soft as Tenko allowed them to be.

Pairing: Shigarki/Tenko x Reader

Genre: fluff/oneshot/drabble

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You’d love to one day write parallels about Shigaraki’s hands.

How the fingers that wreaked havoc upon Japan once held you with the lightest touch. That, yes, they’ve caused pain and suffering - but at the same time, you’ve never felt anything softer.

They never said Tenko wasn’t human. 

Your first encounter with him was as expected. Shigaraki was always on guard, his eyes distant as they glanced you over. There was a moment of silence as this took place, the wooden floors creaking each time you shifted your feet, you wondered if this was the only thing he listened to as time passed (there was no room for conversation with just him and himself).

Rumors of the League were whispered in every alley you turned to, and while you never considered yourself a villain, the thought of being a perfect fit for society was just as incomprehensible. You noticed the flaking of Shigaraki’s palms and wondered if he would’ve ever fit that mold. (One day, when you’re both better acquainted, Tenko will help you shape your own).

“I wouldn’t call you a villain,” Tenko whispered to you one night, his voice barely audible over the creaking floorboards. The bar was still, with you two the exception, enclosed between the dim lighting from the lamps above. This was the closest you two have ever been, your fingers gently placing globs of lotion onto the webs of his hands. They weren’t as rough of a texture as you imagined, the skin feeling delicate beneath you. Perhaps it was the brand you bought this time.

Those eyes, once distant and wary, were now soft as they met yours. “You have yet to kill anyone,” he persisted, his tone somber and solaced. “And as far as I’m concerned, you still work a 9 to 5 job, just like the rest of the world.”

“I have yet to pay off a parking ticket.” You confessed, your voice filled with a type of guilt. The alcohol here was less than holy, yet the man in front of you offered acceptance, one that was devoid of judgment. There was a dumbfounded expression as he closed his eyes, allowing you to softly trace the irritation away as your thumbs gently soothed his flaking face - you wondered if this source of discomfort was physical or something more.

“I won’t sell you out.” He deadpanned, before turning to you with a menacing grin, “But seriously, I destroy everything around me. They call me a murderer and yet you’re still here. You’re still here.” Shigaraki grunted, his eyes turning dark and distant as if it were your first time meeting.

There was only a hum of acknowledgment as you finished aiding his inflammation. It’s times like these in which Shigaraki was unpredictable, but you were only ever worried for his sake. Tenko was always an impulsive man. “I’ve never felt safer,” you murmured, rewarding you with a scoff of disbelief. 

“You’ll regret saying that if you ever turn to dust.” He mumbled, the threat empty. His (now soft) hand wrapped around your wrist, yet they held no real malice - you made it a point to ignore the fact that his pinky has always been raised.

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a/n: How many months has is been since I last posted a fic? My age is showing in the sense that it’s hard for me to sit down and write all the time, but the mha hyper fixation is back, so hopefully the desire to write comes with it! This is my first time writing anything that isn’t Izuku Midoriya, I’m trying to branch out of characters that I’m comfortable with, but I promise I’ll post more of him soon.

Thank you for reading!

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[frickingnerd]

blinded by jealousy

pairing: tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura x fem!reader (+dabi)

summary: when dabi flirts with you, shigaraki can't help but let his jealousy get the better of him and start an argument...

tags: angst with a happy ending, jealous boyfriend!shigaraki, dabi flirting with reader, dabi crushing on reader, proud boyfriend

“you're letting your jealousy cloud your judgment, babe! nothing happened, okay?”

you were heading back to your room in the league's hideout, with your boyfriend storming after you, furious about the scene he just had to witness.

“he was all over you! and you didn't even try to tell him that you were taken!”

you reached your room, trying to open the door, only for shigaraki to slam it shut and keep his hand on it, trapping you between him and the door.

“did you even tell him about me? does dabi know that we are together!?”

you sighed loudly.

“no, he doesn't! but–”

“there you go! you're not telling him about us, because you want to keep your options open! isn't that right?”

you rolled your eyes, pointing a finger at shigaraki.

“i didn't tell him because of you! because i thought you wouldn't want the league to think you're too soft when they find out we are dating!”

your words seemed to calm down shigaraki a little bit. at least now he wasn't convinced anymore that you were trying to replace him with dabi.

“are you kidding me? why wouldn't i want them to know!? i want nothing more than to see dabi's stupid face when he realizes i got the girl he wanted!”

shigaraki had a stupidly big grin on his lips, which only made you roll your eyes and sigh, before cupping his cheeks.

“you are such an idiot, you know that?”

shigaraki grinned and leaned in, stealing a kiss from you, before you could complain anymore.

“and yet you still want me instead of dabi~”

you huffed amused and pressed another kiss against his lips, softly mumbling against them: “i do…”

[cheesecakethots]

i LIVE for the angst of a yandere initially being fucking awful to their darling after taking them, and overtime changing and becoming more loving, as well has having newfound and immense regret for what they’ve done. it is literally my fave yan scenario.

tw // pretty heavy angst, mentions of noncon

i specifically imagine it for shigaraki, going from being this disgusting manbaby who treats his darling like they’re nothing but a toy for him to use, only to later realise how much he loves them and mature in how he treats them, making his regret for the past even stronger.

him trying to coax his darling into coming out on a date with him - they can go anywhere, he doesn’t mind, darling has free reign to choose what they do. he tries to be so soft and quiet in his tone, as though not to startle them.

it’s only when tears start forming in their eyes and they mumble, “have i been bad?” that he realises how badly his past self fucked up.

the only other time he really took them out was when he’d decided they needed a punishment, and had made them stand and watch as he disintegrated the first group of people they saw out. he had then fucked them against the alleyway wall, bodies still around them both, just to really get the point across.

he wishes he could take back everything, but he can’t. as of now, he needs to take baby steps in order to bring you out of the very same hole he once caved into your mind.

(i love regretful yans urm send me some thots about them pretty please)

[leychin]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Could be seen as a continuation to All of It, but the idea came from @tenkomura, bc when am i ever not thinking about something she said

Maybe you hate your younger self for being so naive.

Perhaps its because you cling to the memories of before, when everything was so much simpler and All For One was commanding Shigaraki to act. When he messed up, or when you messed up, All For One simply caressed your heads in such a comforting way that the loss felt like nothing.

Oh, how you loved him. Everything was so much easier when it was him. Yes he was the future, yes you were the symbols of fear, but to you he was just Tomura. Its the silent understanding that you both had, that even though the entire world was against you and the cause it was okay because you were together.

He loved you, it didn't need to be said. Even when the league expanded, it was still just you and him. Not to say he doesnt care for the league, because that would be a lie. But the love he has for them pales in comparison to the love he holds for you in the crevices of his heart. Its heard in the blood pumping in his veins and its sung in the whispers of his calm breathing when he's with you.

But you're villains. Villains don't get an ounce of peace. So when the league has ended Overhaul's short lived reign, and everyone's stopped and caught their breath. You sit with him in silence on the side of a bare highway that you'd been walking.

Maybe its foolish, but you follow him like a dog. You watch as Shigaraki opens the case of quirk erasing bullets. He stares. Almost like he wants to test if it works.

You sit next to him, sat shoulder to shoulder now. He simply says "If I erased my quirk, we could be normal." And you don't need to be a genius to know what he means, he means if he didn't have decay he would have a home. If he didn't have decay he wouldn't be All for One's subject of interest, id he didn't have this damn quirk he could be normal with you.

Would there even be a you though?

"Hm, maybe." you supply "You wouldn't have met me though, and I would trade any chances of being normal if it meant i got to be with you." you say, and Shigaraki stills.

"I... I think I would too." he smiles, its a crackly smile that makes blood speck on his lips that you just want to kiss already.

"When this is all over, lets go on a date. Okay?" you ask, your eyes now gazing up at him with hope.

Shigaraki's eyes widen, and looks to the quirk erasing bullets and quickly shuts them. "You promise?" he asks almost eagerly, and you hold up your pinky "pinky swear!"

Oh you fools.

Which is what's left you to stare at Shigaraki's tube. His body floating in the liquid endlessly for whats felt like years, but you know its only been a month or two. You feel so naive for ever thinking it would just be over, because of course its never over.

He would be the new holder of all for one. Because fate stops for nothing and no one, not even love. You hate yourself for being naive enough to hope that you would ever get to love him peacefully. You hate him for not realizing when you did that All for One was using you both. You hate All for One for taking your lives away from you.

This would never be over, Shigaraki will never give pinky promise kisses again, and he'll never build redstone farms for you when you get too frustrated and rage quit. He's never going to reach out for you again, and you're going to spend the rest of your life reaching for someone who's never going to reach back.

You press your head to the glass and cry. The doctor is used to your sobs though ans has grown to ignoring them, which you suppose is a win. But it still doesn't soothe the ache in your chest as you wish for everything to be different, and you pray every night that this is a bad dream. You pray that this is a nightmare and that night Shigaraki did use that quirk erasing bullet. You pray for this to be a bad dream of his and he never developed decay.

Because you would never trade your life with Shigaraki for normalcy, but you love him too much to watch him do this. You wished he would trade you for normalcy because loving him through this and always is simply too much.

[butterfly-writer]

Ello! I just read your Dabi x Mother figure reader and I really really really loved it a lot! I was wondering if you could make a similar fic with the premise of Shigaraki x an older male reader who is a father figure towards him? You don't have to of course, I just really liked that Dabi fic and thought it was sweet!

A Father’s Love

Shigaraki x Male!Reader [PLATONIC]

Summary: Shigaraki grew up with an abusive father and a weak mother. He was traumatized after killing his whole family, and ended up living with All For One. It didn’t do any good for him, All For One was a controlling father figure who acted like he was doing what was best for him. All changed after recruiting a man with a unique Quirk.

★☽A/N: To be completely honest, A Mother’s Love is definitely one of my favorites!! That and Unexpected Interest. If you guys noticed my writing is slightly different, it’s either because I’m lazy, have improved, or have Writer’s Block… ANYWAYS, ENJOYYY!! <333

Contents: FLUFF & SLIGHT ANGST?

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The League of Villains is a dangerous organization, known for their evil crimes. All orchestrated by All For One himself, a centuries old threat to Japan’s society. His successor, Tomura Shigaraki, isn’t much different from his mentor.

Tomura Shigaraki grew up with an abusive father and a weak mother. At age 4, he killed his whole family, leaving him alone with no guardian and ended up living with All For One. It didn’t do any good for him, All For One was a controlling father figure who acted like he was doing what was best for him.

All changed after recruiting a man with a unique Quirk.

He was an old soul, a man in his 40’s with a unique Quirk. His name was Y/N L/N, known by society as Poker Face for his card-related Quirk. He was recruited by Dabi a couple days ago and he had already made his impact in the League.

The reason why he was invited to the league was because of his Quirk, which allows him to have any ability to extract any meaning from a card and use it to his advantage. Despite being called Poker Face, the cards that he can only use are tarots cards.

Dabi deemed his Quirk useful and recruited him to the team. With time, he slowly went up the ranks and was side by side with the main league. He was hard-working and focused at any task he was given. He was an impressive addition to the team.

By the time he joined the main league, he became very well known in the LOV. Known for his fatherly aura. He used to have a daughter that would’ve been Shigaraki’s age if she hadn’t died in an accident. An accident that All Might failed to save everyone in. Because of this, his hatred towards All Might was born and it grew everyday by the amount of people praising him for his work.

Toga absolutely loved him! Her parents had always found her weird as a child. Y/N? He doesn’t give two shits about her quirks. “You want to drink my blood? Okay, just don’t drink it all!” He would say with a big smile on his face, offering his arm towards her. “You want me to find a bird to drink all its blood? Give me the whole afternoon and I’ll find you a juicy one!” Another thing he would say, a huge smile on his face.

Of course, his treatment towards her is different since he’s a girl dad inside and out.

Dabi was a bit defensive around him. Although he was the one who recruited him, he only did it for the sake of the LOV. (Shocking!) But, with time, he grew to love the man as a father who supported his dreams. Touya grew up with Endeavour as a child, who filled him with so much hope and expectations, only to tell him to give up because of his Quirk. Y/N wasn’t like that. Anything Dabi suggested, he would give a pat on his back and tell him “it’s a great idea!” with a thumbs up. He was like any old dad. But to Dabi, he was the best.

Due to Shigaraki’s past, he learned to not trust people. The only people he trusted were the main league, Kurogiri and “Master.” All For One wasn’t exactly the best father figure after his late father died. He wasn’t abusive, surprisingly, but was controlling and manipulative. He always said that he was doing what was best for Tomura and to trust him.

All these years, Tomura was brainwashed to think that All For One was the best thing that happened to him.

But he was wrong.

When Y/N greeted himself, Tomura saw him as a disgusting old man. He thought, How could an old man like him be so great? with a scoff. He didn’t even shake his hand!

Shigaraki was bothered every single day by the older man. Everytime he was having a tough time, he found it annoying that L/N would go out of his way to comfort him. Everytime he was motivated or had done something successfully, he was there to cheer him on.

Slowly, even though it was unintended, his trust in Y/N increased. He found it trustworthy enough to handle things on his own without having to report anything to him.

And by now, he trusted Y/N with all his heart. All For One did not like this “new recruit.” He found him distracting towards Shigaraki. He despised how Y/N was basically stealing his successor.

Shigaraki didn't know that he saw Y/N as a father figure. He was caring and much more considered than All For One. He couldn't believe he was comparing Y/N with All For One! The very being who saved him.

But he wasn't considering his opinions, he never was there when he was having his breakdowns.

Y/N was. In one of his breakdowns, he scratched his neck to the point it was red and blood started to seep out. All For One wasn't there, but Y/N was. He quickly helped him, stopping him from causing more damage to his skin. He helped him calm down and regain control over his emotions again.

He was kind enough to put some ointment or cream to treat his wounds. He was still shaking but Y/N didn't mind. He just smiled at him and reassured him that everything was fine.

That was probably the first time in ages. The first time he cried, sobbed, in ages.

He couldn't stop the tears from falling from his eyes. His body shook even more as tears started to flood his vision.

He didn't know if this was from relief or what. He didn't know why he was crying, he just was.

Y/N sort of panicked when he suddenly cried in front of him. He rushed to comfort him with a comically sweaty state. “Hey, hey, it's okay!” He embraced him and patted his back.

Shigaraki couldn't move, he didn't even hug him back. He just sobbed the entire time, wetting Y/N's shirt in the process. Y/N was still shocked by this reaction, unable to react except trying to soothe him by rubbing his back.

Let’s just say that Y/N is his favorite person now. More than All For One.. (AFO is definitely angry about this revelation).

Oh! And he’s not afraid to call Y/N “dad.” <33

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[sawbiter]

solace - shigaraki tomura

- cw : fem!reader, fluff, small angst, implied mental illness w shiggy, very small post !

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tomura shigaraki clings to you like he will die if he lets go.

he's a hardened villain; he shouldn't be this weak to you. but, one look from your soft and loving eyes and he's weak in the knees. he just- he loves you so much, and he's never felt that before. this is new territory, you were his first everything. he was a shut-in before you came along, only really going outside for villain purposes.

but now you, his cute and sweet little girlfriend wants to go on dates? wants to go to the arcade and win shitty little prizes? sign him up, he'd never let you go without him. what if you got hurt?

before you, tomura never took care of himself. his nails were long and sharp, his hair was greasy and filthy and his skin was flaky and smelly. but, once you came along, and you saw how little he took care of himself, your eyes filled with something he hadn't seen in so, so long. empathy.

you washed his hair, put on his skincare products and clipped his fingernails. you washed his clothes and helped him clean his room. you got him out of that hopeless, depressive state he'd been in for so long; only ever cleaning up for missions that required it.

you stayed when he would snap at you, when he thought he was undeserving so he pushed you away, yelling, throwing fits and threatening you. you were patient. you stayed. every effort he made to sabotage your relationship was pointless; you knew he didn't want you gone.

tenko, despite wearing gloves, will never touch you with all five fingers. he knows he's a monster, but he wouldn't even want to risk hurting you. he confesses this to you in a hushed whisper late in the night, scratching his neck with his nails til blood drips down onto his black hoodie. you smiled at him, holding his hand away from his bloodied neck and looking at him with love in your eyes. “you're not a monster. not to me.”

shimura tenko, who clings to you as he cries, your loving whispers providing him solace for the first time since he was 5.

[everyoneisalittlesadalittlehorny]

You sit there, alone in the last row, or in the first row. Always alone. Hunched over. Vacant stare. People don’t even try to make polite conversation with you anymore. They just avoid you.

He sees you, sitting there. He has always seen you with your friends or giggling away with random people. To see you like this, was new for everyone..jarring for him.

He likes this new class. He’s a popular kid for once in his life. Who knew the coolest kid in university is always the nerd? High time! He thought to himself. You on the other hand, went from popular and happy to a shell of a person in a matter of weeks. It’s not like he didn’t try! He did. He would, every day if you let him. But you just brushed off his questions with ‘I’m okay. I just need to be alone for a bit.’

You- you woke up and did whatever you absolutely had to do and nothing more. You were skipping meals, sleeping whenever you could, your assignments were shit but it was all you could manage right now. You barely even registered the days passing. Your best friend, your only friend thought you were a burden. When asked why he wasn’t dating he said ‘i can’t, not while I still have her in my life’

You were so clingy and high maintenance that he couldn’t even be dating people. Being the sweetheart he is, he put his dating life on hold for you. You knew you weren’t meant to hear it and that he’ll never say it to your face- primarily because you’ll react poorly- so you spared him the trouble and distanced yourself from him.

You see him occasionally-everyday but you only register things occasionally. He’s happy. He’s popular now. They recognise his intelligence and your classmates and professors love him. He’s got many friends now, many women crushing on him, many people looking to hang out with him. He’s fine. He’s more than fine-he’s thriving…without you. You intend to keep it that way.

He keeps tabs on you.

Is she eating? He invites everyone to share his lunch, some of the older classmates force some food in you.

She skipped class again today. He asks a mutual friend to pass on his notes to you (but you don’t know that they are his notes)

What? She’s sitting where?! Alone? He finds an excuse to turn up nearby and keep an eye on you.

His friends know he’s into you and tease him about it all the time. He’s told them that you are not into him. They asked him, multiple times, to move on, to date other people and live a little. He can’t bring himself to do that.

No, I can’t. Not while she’s in my life.

He didn’t have to spell it out for them. He’s in love with you and he can’t move on. He does not want to. He’d love you forever if you let him.

[crudevil]

¿ANIMAL CANNIBAL? | BNHA X MALE READER

✶ synopsis : [platonic story] ‘The child cannibal’, a name that has followed you around every since the death of your family, not that you weren't the cause of their passing, you very much were. However, embracing that title comes with its challenges, especially when you grab the attention of a certain villain and his protégé…

✶ warnings : [can be updated] borderline yandere reader, cannibal reader, reader is based on nezuko (some features such as hair color and hair length may not be changeable), cannibalism, murder, follows manga, foul language, backstory (nezuko and shigaraki) spoilers, manga/anime spoilers, grooming, sexual assault, gore, etc.

✶ note : first official fic post, yippee! Please tell me if there are any grammatical errors. This will be posted on wattpad and quotev soon, it’ll be posted on ao3 a bit later as I am still figuring out how to work it. I DO NOT OWN MHA/KNY, I am simply making a fanfiction off of the stories and characters I like

✶ taglist : @slytherinroyalty16, @augustsjournal, ask to be notified about this story’s updates!

ARC 1 | The child cannibal

Chapter 001 — Traditions fade

to be continued…

✷ MY HERO ACADEMIA / @crudevil | wattpad | quotev | ao3 ✷

[lesinquietes]

The cops wind up knocking, just as Convict!Shigaraki predicted. When you come to the door, you’re wearing a nice, homely dress. He picked it out. There are flowers on it that remind him of his mother — not that he tells you that. He’s still trying to convince himself you’re only temporary, when he knows damn well he’s in it for the long haul. After all, how can he give you up when you’re so much fun to ruin?

The officers don’t stay long; you don’t give them a reason to. You tell them you’re cleaning up the house for when your fiancé comes home in a few months. He’s currently out of town for work. It’s a simple excuse to buy. You certainly act the part flawlessly, chuckling and offering them a glass of lemonade as you gab about your engagement. Eventually, with empathetic smiles, the men bid you a good day and wish you a happy wedding. They don’t even ask for a photo of him.

Shigaraki grins when you close the door and lock up. He watches the vehicle drive back down to the main road and turn left. No doubt, they’re going to the station to issue a national manhunt for him. You played the perfect role of his doting soon-to-be-wife. A thought crosses his mind that he might actually like that — a partner in crime. But he discards any thoughts of romance at this moment in favour of diving between your legs to give you a proper reward.

He hikes your dress up so most of it rests around your waist. Hastily, he drags your panties aside and admires how cute your pussy is. You moan sweetly when he spits on your clit to get you ready. He leans in and breathes gingerly against your folds, watching with delight as you quiver beneath him. God, how did he get so lucky? He could have stumbled into your neighbour’s yard instead, but the universe was on his side that fateful night. The more time he spends with you, corrupting that once innocent head of yours, the more he tells himself he’s not going to leave.

He licks and sucks on your little clit. The cries that fly from your lips are wanton. It makes his mast twitch in his jeans. He won’t indulge in your tightness yet, though; you’re owed an orgasm for your obedience. He buries himself between your thighs and doesn’t surface until you unravel. Cert soon, at the height of your pleasure, your body buzzes. Your toes feel tingly and you lift your hips closer to his generous mouth. The overstimulation is too much.

When you cum, you scream the name he gave you. It’s his birth name, and it’s not on file. His mother had him and his sister off the books. Tenko doesn’t exist; in the eyes of the law, only Shigaraki does. Until now, he thought Tenko was dead. But something shifts when you chant the name; something he thought was lost.

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𝔉𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔲

[abcjxyzyeo]

fem!reader x Shigaraki, spoilers, angst, possible ooc etc etc ..

Imagine you were Tenko's friend when you both were younger but lost touch after a while. (You have no clue he became a villain) And after AFO took him in, he never thought of you again.

Until the war that is.

Him and Mirio were currently fighting when Mirio said to Tomura.

"If you had friends, you wouldn't be doing this, right? You'd want to protect them. You wouldn't destroy things!"

This made Tomura think. No it made Tenko think. He had friends!

He started thinking about Mikkun and Tomo, who told him he was nice. And mon who always wanted to take walks with him. And Y/N. Y/N was the nicest girl he'd ever met.

"Tenko!!" you shout as you ran over to him by the swings. "What's wrong why are you crying?" you dropped onto your knees and sat next to him. "The others were making fun of me and my skin. They said it was gross." he muttered while idly scratching at his neck. "I don't think it's gross!" you bashfully smile, he always loved your smile. "Thanks Y/N." he softly smiled back at you before you wiped away his tears. "No matter what, I'll always be your friend! You're so kind and caring! I love you Tenko! Let's get married when we're older, m'kay?" you wrap your arms tightly around him. "Ok." he muttered nodding his head. It was a silly promise that would have never been kept. You both were only 5 after all.

Tomura Tenko was maddened by the statement Mirio made.

"I do have friends." he said, making Mirio lower his guard a bit.

Before Tomura Tenko could process it, he was yelling at Mirio "Mikkun and Tomo said I was nice!" "Mon wanted to take walks with me!" "And Y/N said she always wanted to be my friend no matter what!" "I do too have friends!"

The both of them stood there in shock, before Mirio muttered a "sorry."

Tomura hadn't thought of you in years. He suddenly hoped he would be able to meet you again one day, after this all finished. And fulfill the engagement promise you both had made.

ermm this might be this shittiest imagine ever posted ...

[imjusthereformymindpalace]

I’m Sorry

Tomura x AFAB Reader

My second official drabble on this account! Thank you for all of the support so far! Please comment or message me any suggestions you may have! This one is shorter and the idea was “breeding kink, but make it angsty.” LOL but I hope you all enjoy it!! and please let me know if i should finish it!

“I’m so fucking scared,” he grunted into you. You’re barely able to hold in your whine as you reach your arms to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. This is the third night since you told him. Since you both agreed to take the next step together.

You don’t blame him. He’s the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front. He’s supposed to destroy hero society, to destroy everything. And yet here he is, creating something with you.

“I know,” you sighed into his shoulder. The heat of his body on yours did nothing to take away the cold feeling in your heart. You lifted one arm off of his shoulders as he continued his pace, placing it on his chin.

“Look at me, Tomura,” you said as you tilted his chin to face you. Instantly, red eyes met yours, and you could tell it was hard for him to keep them from rolling back. His pace slowed, giving you his undivided attention.

“I know you’re scared. And I’m sorry. I wish I could change all of this, I wish I could-” He cuts you off with a hard thrust, your words turning into a squeal as he sets a faster pace. Tomura buries his face into the crook of your neck, whispering.

“Shhh, you have nothing to apologize for. You’re getting what you wanted for us. And I’m happy to give it. If anything, I’m sorry for being scared. I’m supposed to be strong for you.” You shake your head against his, your “no’s” escaping in high-pitched succession.

You desperately grab onto his waist, pulling him closer to you, deeper into you. A whine is shared between the two of you as Tomura moves the hair curtaining his face and leans down to connect his lips with yours. You’re left breathless, speaking through gasps of air.

“No, Tomura, it’s okay. I’m happy it’s with you. There’s no one else I rather-” You cut yourself off with a sob. Tomura slowed his pace once again, reaching down to wipe your tears.

You looked up at him through blurred vision, although you weren’t sure if it was from your tears or the state you were in. His eyes peered into yours with such an intensity, desperate to convey unspoken words.

You smiled through your tears, nodding up at him, and sharing another hungry kiss as he resumed his pace once again.

“There’s no one else I’d rather do this with either. You’re the only one, I swear it. I just wish-” His words were interrupted by a deep groan when he hit a certain spot deep within you.

“I wish that we could’ve had more time. I’d be able to see them grow,” Tomura’s voice sounded muffled with unshed tears.

He let out a deep breath, eyes meeting yours once more as his tears fell and uttered the words, “I could’ve been a good father.”

[skymar13]

The bakusquad reacting to you dying in battle

I was in the mood to feel hurt

: angst

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Bakugo

Bakugo liked you for a long time since you’d snapped back at him during the first mock battle he knew he was interested in you and after that he mindlessly protected you in every attack, he’d never tell you about his crush though how could he? When the war happened he’d never thought one of his biggest regrets would be not telling you the first chance he got

You and him were placed in the shigaraki dome something he was subconsciously happy about meaning he could protect you if you were injured (poor bby) you had been using your quirk on shigaraki wearing him to lower his resolve you knew you had eraser and monoma behind the scenes taking control of his quirk so what was this? Why was shigaraki growing? He grabbed you suffocating you then dropping your lifeless body right in front of bakugo he had no time to register it he just knew he had to fight back after the whole ideal he runs back to your body begging you to wake up and show that you’re okay but the only thing that he got in response was your head falling limp to the other side he cried that day he had so many regrets

Out of his many regrets one stood out to him the fact he was too pussy to tell you how much loved you and now he had to confess in broken sobs

Kirishima

You guys had been dating since the sports festival where you had totally beat his ass. He had a huge crush on you before hand but that’s when he knew he’d make you a wife (not in this life time tho). He knew you were strong so he trusted you to return safely to his arms after the battle.

He was tired he gave it his all and he knew you had too he wanted nothing more than to hold you and celebrate yalls success together. He had plans of a relaxing spa day with endless cuddle and naps. All that came crumbling down as he sees endeavor carrying your lifeless body through one of the warp gates at first he convinces himself you’re just tired or really injured he runs over to endeavor getting a closer look at you when he’s 3 feet away he can see the repeated stab wounds in your chest some so deep the meat was showing endeavor places you on the floor awaiting medical help. Kiri gets closer falling to his knees as he cradles you in his arms shouting for you to wake up to stop playing he says his I love yous and he shakes cradling your face

You had returned to his arms that day, just not the way he would’ve liked.

Denki

He’d had a major crush on you since the entrance exams when he saw you walk in confidently and take down so many of the robots when he saw you in his class he was delighted that the heavens blessed him with your presence. He immediately worked his magic and started flirting you up. It had taken you a while to reciprocate his advances way too late. You weren’t official but smth in your gut told you you could be saying good bye for the last time. Before your departure you shared your first kiss it wasn’t anything intense but it signified your feelings.

He wasn’t aware that you had died until afterwards he saw a bunch of your team mates start filing into the area and he waited for you bouncing up and down excited to share his point of view. Then he sees the recovery robots carrying a cot with your body on it he runs up scared that you must’ve been hurt but as he gets closer he sees your face deprived of color and eyes lifelessly glossy mouth slightly ajar. He knew you’d died just by the look of you. He breaks into sobs and bangs on the floor throwing a tantrum begging for you to come back before he’s pulled off of you by Aizawa and into a hug when he repeatedly grabs him asking why you?

That day you guys had shared your first and last kiss

Sero

You and sero were supposed to be middle school sweethearts. He’d asked you out during your 3rd year of middle school under the cherry blossom trees. Wonderfully you guys had lasted into your first year of hs technically your second if the war hadn’t happened. You guys had been partnered in the same area which he was thankful for.

You had been engaging into close combat with a villain who had a plant quirk. She’d gotten on top of you pressing her hand to your chest. You hadn’t even realized what had happened before you blacked out and just like that you were gone. When sero looked over to you he sees a giant cherry blossom tree emerging from your chest. He feels his heart shatter into a million pieces as he rounds up the rest of the villains he runs over to your body not being able to shake you or get to hold you one last time due to the size of the tree he sobbed and cried for hours until they announced it was over

Cherry blossoms had always been a symbol of your guys love, but now it’d be a reminder of your death.

Mina

You and her had a secret relationship something so sweet that only you and her could share the private kisses and touches or silent sleepovers in each others dorms your relationship was something only you two has shared.

You had the pleasure of going against all for one along with your awesome girlfriend to say you were hyped was an understatement you’d been training for this moment since your extra training had begun. You’d gotten close to landing the final blow before he had stolen your quirk yanking you by the neck slamming your body into the ground repeatedly until there was no possibility of you making it out alive, Mina heard the repeated gash of your body hitting the ground the repeated gags and gurgles until you fell silent with a final thud as he drops you to the ground mercilessly she wanted to but she couldn’t run over to you and hold you and check on you she was as occupied with trying to get out with her own life. Afterwards she held your cold lifeless body blood covering herself , her suit and the ground she places a kiss to your lips with a hushed I love you

You never had the chance to go public who knew your death would be the way people found out

Jirou

She’d always been used to being in the shadows a quiet person people often forgot about. That was until she met you. You never made her feel forgotten or in the shadows you brought a light to her life as if she was a candle you had a physical quirk and while she does not so she promised to support you from the side lines

She was listening to the fight recording it and making sure it was going correctly until she hears your broken sobs your team mates had been too busy you were in the shadows and couldn’t get free from the villain he pointed his weapon to your head shooting you quickly then again for safe measures. Jirou heard the gun shots she prayed it wasn’t you it had to be someone else it just had to be. When she comes out from her spot she sees your dead body slouched on a wall blood flooding from your forehead a picture of you and Jirou falling out of your costume as she leans to you hugging your body silently sobbing and asking someone to help you

You’d made her feel like a lighten candle but as always you have to blow it out eventually

[thatlotuscookie]

I just thought this would be a cute idea? Shigaraki or Spinner (which ever one you choose?) who likes to just look at their girlfriend lovingly and thinks that they are the luckiest person in the world to have a girlfriend like her?

✧･ﾟ: a/n : such a sweet idea! went with Shigaraki for this one :) I adore when he softens for someone special. so cute how much he truly cherishes his girlfriend, even if he tries to act indifferent on the surface. thank you for the request! enjoy<3

✧ Title: ✧ The Luckiest ✧ ✧ Characters: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Shigaraki doesn't understand how you ended up with him, not like he's complaining. He's the luckiest man alive. ✧ Content/Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Emotional Vulnerability, Domestic Moments, Soft!Shigaraki ✧ WC: 1245 words // 6.9k chars

Shigaraki Tomura wasn’t the type to show affection. At least, not in the way people expected. The leader of the League of Villains, the destroyer, the man with hands that could turn anything to dust—he wasn’t one for soft words or grand gestures. He had long ago decided that attachments were weaknesses, distractions from his goal of tearing down society.

And yet, here he was, lying on his back, watching you.

You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you as you skimmed through a book. The lamp beside you cast a soft glow over the room, highlighting the calmness in your expression. Every so often, you’d smile to yourself or brush a strand of hair away from your face, completely absorbed in your reading.

And Shigaraki? He just watched.

It wasn’t like he meant to stare. But you drew him in without even trying. There was something in the way you carried yourself, the way you were so… peaceful. It was a stark contrast to the chaos inside his mind, the relentless drive to destroy everything that stood in his way. But when he looked at you, something inside him quieted.

He didn’t say it, of course. He didn’t tell you how much it meant to him, just being near you. The warmth you brought into his otherwise cold and isolated world. The way your presence alone could calm the storm that constantly raged within him. He didn’t know how to say it, and truthfully, it terrified him to even try.

But when you looked up from your book and met his gaze, your soft smile instantly disarming him, he couldn’t help the way his heart clenched. You were looking at him like he wasn’t a villain. Like he wasn’t someone to be feared or despised. You looked at him with love, and it made him feel like the luckiest person alive—something he never thought possible.

How did I get so lucky? he thought, almost in disbelief.

“What?” you asked, still smiling as you closed your book and shifted your position to face him more directly.

“Nothing,” Shigaraki muttered, turning his head to stare at the ceiling, trying to play it cool, but the faint redness creeping up his neck betrayed him.

You chuckled softly, knowing him too well by now to be fooled. “You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes,” you teased gently. “Got something on your mind?”

He wanted to deny it, wanted to scoff and brush it off like he always did. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he found himself looking back at you, his chest tightening as he tried to figure out how to express the complicated feelings swirling around inside him. He wasn’t good at this—wasn’t good at being soft.

“…Why are you with me?” he blurted out, surprising even himself with the sudden question. His voice was rougher than usual, more vulnerable.

Your eyes softened as you set your book aside completely and scooted closer to him. “Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, your tone gentle, no hesitation in your response. You reached out to place a hand on his arm, your touch light but reassuring.

He frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as if searching for an answer. “I’m… not good,” he said quietly. “I ruin things. I’m dangerous. You… You could be with someone else. Someone who’s not a… monster.”

Your heart ached at his words. You knew he struggled with self-worth. He always had. And it was hard for him to understand how anyone could care about him, let alone love him.

But you leaned forward, cupping his cheek gently, your thumb brushing against the rough texture of his skin. “You’re not a monster, Tomura,” you said softly, your voice full of sincerity. “You’re… complicated. But you’re good in your own way. You’re loyal, protective, and you care about me. That’s enough for me.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch despite himself. It was so rare for him to let his guard down like this, to allow himself to feel something other than anger or frustration. But with you, it felt… okay. You made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t beyond saving.

How did I end up with someone like you? he thought, overwhelmed by a sense of warmth he had long thought lost.

“…I don’t deserve you,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Maybe I’m the lucky one.”

He opened his eyes then, staring at you in disbelief. How could you say that? How could you possibly think that you were the lucky one?

But as he looked at you, as he saw the love and trust in your eyes, something inside him shifted. Maybe he didn’t deserve you. Maybe he never would. But for some reason, you had chosen him, and that was enough.

Shigaraki couldn’t help but admire you—your unwavering strength, your ability to see beyond the surface. Every little thing you did captivated him further. The way your laughter rang through the air, how your eyes sparkled with kindness. Each moment spent with you felt like a treasure, an escape from the chaos he was born into.

Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out and pulled you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. It wasn’t often that he initiated affection, but tonight, he needed it. He needed you. You wrapped your arms around him in return, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“I’m not letting you go,” he whispered, his voice laced with a quiet intensity.

You smiled into his chest, your heart swelling with warmth. “Good,” you whispered back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Shigaraki’s heart raced as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. He could hardly believe how lucky he felt, how easily you had broken down the walls he had built around himself. You made him feel things he thought were impossible—hope, love, a sense of belonging.

What did I do to deserve you? he thought, feeling a sense of awe wash over him.

He pressed a kiss to your hair, letting the moment stretch out longer. “You make me feel… different,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “Like maybe I’m not so broken after all.”

You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, your gaze steady and reassuring. “You’re not broken, Tomura. You’re just you. And I love you for it.”

As those words hung in the air between you, he felt the weight of your love settle deep in his chest. It was overwhelming and beautiful, and he couldn’t help but fall for you all over again. It was like seeing the sun rise after a long, dark night. You made the world brighter, even for someone as lost as him.

“Don’t ever forget that,” you added softly, reaching up to brush your fingers over his cheek.

He nodded, his heart swelling with adoration. “I won’t. I promise.”

And in that moment, as you lay there in his arms, Shigaraki knew—despite everything he had done, despite the darkness that clung to him—he was the luckiest man in the world. Because he had you. And that was enough. Even if he was falling in love with you for the second time, all over again. And he couldn’t wait to see how deep those feelings would grow.