#loser shigaraki

[red-writes]

loser! gamer! shigaraki making you cum from his Xbox controller. striped panties on display as you spread your legs wide for him, he places the remote right on your clit as he presses a button and causes it to vibrate. and he just cums in his boxers watching your panties get damp as you cum and ruin your cute panties

[deadhands69]

Laundry Detergent

MDNI

loser!Shigaraki x reader

One last fic for the year! Happy New Years!! Contains: gn reader/maybe afab if you squint, cussing, pacifying loser/sub!shigaraki by sitting on his lap/teasing him, light choking, male orgasm. [quick read; wc: 1k]

Shigaraki has been in a mood lately, which means the whole league is miserable. After the last failed mission, he’s been taking it out on everyone and everything for a week now. Between his snide comments and sulking, you’ve all had enough of it.

It was all your fault, really. Or so he decided. If you hadn’t worn that scent he liked, it would have been fine. You know, the one he would kill for. The one that makes him want to drop down on his knees for you and beg you to touch him. 

‘My laundry detergent?’ you once asked. 

Yeah, that. Or whatever. In any case, it drives him crazy and it’s definitely your fault the mission wasn't going as planned.

The idea was easy, or it should have been if he didn’t have a massive erection stealing the blood from his brain the entire time. All he had to do was decay four city blocks. He only made it through two before running off and ducking away somewhere private to deal with something. Leaving the rest of you to handle his task and your own.

He wouldn’t admit that part in front of everyone else (or to you) but the passive aggression continued to linger through the week.

After the last meeting abruptly ends with him rage quitting, you’re left in a room of your coworkers (if you could call them that.) They all stare at you.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do,” you assert, “he’s the one who blew the mission now he’s pissed at all of us.”

“I don’t know, fix it,” Dabi snaps before walking out.

Everyone shuffles back to their own spaces, in varying levels of anger. On top of this, no one has been sleeping well lately because Tomura keeps you up all night barking at his video game and slamming the controller on his desk every time he dies. Which is often. 

It really has been getting to you all.

Later that evening, you’re walking past his room. The muffled sound of him grumbling at his most recent death radiates through the wall. And, like clockwork you hear the controller crack as he quits for the next five minutes to pace around his room in anger.

This has gone on for too long, you need to fix this.

“Shigaraki?” you try knocking.

No answer. Of course.

“Tomura,” you shove the door open, slamming it behind you. 

“What the fuck, [y/n] get out of my room.”

“Not until you calm down, you’re making everyone miserable.”

It’s true and he knows it. He doesn’t have anything to say in defense so he settles for dropping back onto his chair, crossing his arms, and glaring at you. 

Even when he’s like this, you get the feeling he would do anything you say.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re still in such a shit mood?” you ask, bridging the gap between the two of you to where your knees nearly touch his as you stand above him.

“No,” he grumbles, eyes shifted down. He adjusts his sweatpants in a way he thinks is inconspicuous, but of course you notice it. 

In response, you slide your hoodie off. Lightly grabbing the hem with both hands while you slowly tease it over your head and throw it on his bed. The fresh laundered scent drifting towards his face. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, looking increasingly flustered.

Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear, “keep your hands on the armrests.” 

“Huh?” He stares up at you, eyes filled with confusion and nerves.

The same eyes widen immediately when you sit on his lap. Twisting your torso to press his face into your chest. 

You feel the drool of his lips as he gasps into the skin above your low-cut tank top. His chin nestled lower while he takes huge breaths. Inhaling the scent of you. His erection pressing into your ass as he tries desperately to hold his hips still. He’s not even trying to hide it anymore.

He could probably cum right now, but you have ulterior motives. You pull back and watch as his pretty lips quiver at the loss.

“Are you going to be a good boy and calm down?” you ask, index finger and thumb pinching his chin to force his face up towards you.

“Uhnhuuh,” he moans.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” he chokes out, “yeah. Anything.”

“Good,” you reply. “I’m not fucking you,” you say, then more quietly whisper, “at least not today.”

“Wait, you w- aahhhh”, he moans as you slide your hips back into the painfully hard bulge he tucked into his waistband. 

Your hand slides down his chin to the soft skin on his neck. Grabbing tighter than polite, but you know he loves it by the way he squirms under you. His hips jutting up into your ass involuntarily. 

Licking your lips, you twist your face to his. Mouth only millimeters from his and there’s nothing he can do but whimper.

Shifting your weight, you rub against him again. This time he gasps and grips his chair so tight you worry he might decay it. While he catches his breath under you, you watch the wet stain creep through his thin t-shirt. 

That was fast.

Smoothly, you climb off his lap and head for the door with one last glance over your shoulder to admire the mess you made. Shigaraki is so fucked out his eyes struggle to stay open. Hands still dangling over the edge of the armrest. You did good, you think as you head back to your room to lay in bed. The whole place is quiet. Everyone in the league really owes you for that one.

Ten minutes later, your eyes shoot open.

Fuck, you forgot your favorite hoodie.

m.list

[queer-obsession]

Diamond: Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Reader is GN, Shigaraki refers to you as a bitch in his head once but I lowkey feel like he uses bitch to insult everyone 😭, regular shiggy warnings, reader is lowkey unhinged, knives and swearing, talk of marriage, canon events are very vaguely referenced, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAV LOSER SHIGARAKI!!

Shigaraki leans back on the couch, legs spread, arms along the back in the couch, as he watches you. His fingers twitch as he resists the urge to scratch the shit out of his neck. His office at the PLF base is simple. A desk, a couch, he doesn't need anything else. He's rarely in here anyway. He does enjoy the privacy it enables however.

You look up at Shigaraki with a grin as you push yourself off his desk. "So, basically you're proposing to me," You say with that coy tone you love as your eyes glint.

Shigaraki stares at you for a moment because, where the hell did you get that idea, before a sneer overtakes his face. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

You laugh as if you've never been afraid of him, as if he hasn't killed, and you hold up a knife. "You got me a knife." You trace your fingers along the black blade, the metal cold. "It even has thorny little roses on it. This is basically a diamond ring," You tell him with a grin as you prick your finger on the tip of the knife.

You really have lost your damn mind now. "You're starting to sound like Toga," Shigarki grunts as he reaches up to run a hand through his greasy ass hair. "It's just a fucking knife. You asked for one after you broke your other one."

You hum with a smile and roll on the balls of your feet before you slowly walk to him. "It's custom though," You retort as you spin the knife in your hand. "You're literally asking for my hand in marriage."

Shigaraki gets that ugly scowl on his face and he tugs his hair. "One of the fucking NPCs here can make custom knives. Stop being fucking aggravating," He hisses at you as he pulls his hands from his hair. His eyes follow your body as you spin around in front of him.

You hum and step between his legs before poking the corner of your mouth with the knife. "You don't want to be mine, Tomura~?" You tease with a quirk of your lips.

Shigaraki scowls at you. Why is he always surrounded with crazy bitches? "Marriage is a project of this fucked up society. Who cares about it?"

You tap the knife against your cheek. Hmm, that is true, isn't it? Well, good thing you know something that would be better than marriage. "Well, you'll let me destroy the world with you, right?" You bend your knee and place it on the couch right in front of his crotch.

Shigaraki scratches his neck for a moment before reaching out to snatch your shirt in a fist. He tugs you roughly onto his lap causing you to giggle. It always amuses you when Tomura manhandles you. "You can destroy this degraded society with me and rule the new one next to me. That's better than any fucking stupid marriage," He hisses to you as you settle into straddling his lap. He reaches a hand down to squeeze your hip. "Now, shut the fuck up."

You giggle again and lean down to press your forehead to Shigaraki's. That's better than anything you could ever ask for. Who needs a diamond when you can have the whole world? Tomura really is the best lover. "Yes Sir~"

[bunniidrawsstuff]

I just wanted to draw loser shigaraki (my man) and apparently locked tf in and knew how to shade? Who knew

[socialobligation]

player two | t. shigaraki

⇨ you beat him in a match. he found your number. unfortunately for you, he’s chatty.

[m1khailingf]

Loser Tomura core

[confused-stars]

i can’t believe there’s a mutant quirk inequality storyline just being thrown into the final arc with almost no build-up and no time to properly focus on it

the idea of mutants being more widely accepted in cities than rural regions and there being a divide within their community because of that is so good! you could have really done something with that! a whole arc, even!

we don’t even know anything about heroes’ tragic backstories around their mutation quirks. there’s so much background missing when there’s a great story right there

[sorrowfulrosebud]

C-cockwarming Shigaraki with a strap 😵‍💫

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

One of the reasons I love Shigaraki so much is that he cares and he gets involved easily. Some examples of what I mean becuase I need to share my love for this man:

Being honest there was no reason for Shigaraki to get obsessed with Izuku like he did if Shigaraki were the type that couldn't care less. Instead he immediately recognized in Izuku's All Might influence and respected the kid for that.

The fact that he wears the hands of his family all over his body should be enough for you to understand how much he cares.

He's smart as fuck because with 20 years old he gave a whole ass analysis on why the Symbol of Peace aka All Might was actually nothing but a pretty lie hiding behind the sins of the Hero Comission, even if he wasn't aware of it.

Which means he probably sat in his dark room night after night watching the news, reading stuff, taking apart the foundations of the hero society in order to find where we're they wrong.

All his decisions have a solid reason supporting them even if he doesn't share it out loud. Horikoshi has made an emphasis on showing us that.

His whole deal with the League of Villains, it makes me cry so much.

Every time I read "our Magne", I cry rivers. He was so invested on it.

He taking the hand off his face to talk to Toga? I died. He really showed his vulnerability to show he was sincere.

His whole reaction to what happened in Kamino. He was really stressed and upset.

HORIKOSHI ANSWER ME. WHY DID HE GAVE A NOMU TO DABI.

The way he never blamed Twice or Dabi for their recruit choices or what they caused. Why is this man like this.

He let Spinner criticize him and he listen to their requests and that's why he ended up accepting Redestro's deal, not because he wanted the power, but because his friends wanted sushi.

Him saying he's not gonna destroy what Toga loves. The way he treats Toga like his little sister 😭😭

Can we please talk about how Twice's copy of Tomura was concerned about Giran and Twice? Anyway I'm crying.

Listen, every time Shigaraki gives an speech, it amazes me how much he cares and feels.

I'M NEVER NEVER NEVER getting over Tomura going shy with Hana and with Nao, telling his sister and his mother to don't worry about him anymore. He looked so young, my heart is bleeding.

Every time he says how amazing he finds EraserHead I need to take a deep breath to calm down. Tomura is a fanboy.

Just— I can go on forever. I love him.

[elssero]

i need to use tomura shigaraki as a sex toy.

that’s it. send tweet.

[ozoiudraws]

Dabi is so ooc, but idc I live for dramatic dabi who wants attention 24/7

This is so fukin stupid 💀😂 it makes more sense with the audio.

1 / 2

[deadhands69]

Cute When You Stutter

loser!Shigaraki x gn/afab Reader

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The league headquarters are quiet tonight, almost too quiet. Everyone has plans for Valentine’s day. Toga is out with her girlfriend. Dabi is doing whatever Dabi usually does at night. Even Spinner managed to score a date with his cute discord friend. 

Well, almost everyone has Valentine’s plans. Not you. Posting so many pictures with your boss, pretending to date him, then burning every bridge you know absolutely cemented your lack of a date or even friend hangout this year. 

Even Shigaraki has been pretty quiet tonight, making almost no noise in his room and you’re not entirely sure if you want to know what he’s doing in there. You’re almost certain he doesn’t have a date either though because you’ve never seen him voluntarily talk to anyone outside of the league. You also left a massive hickey on his neck two days ago which may be a slight deterrent for some people (Toga later asked you if you did this on purpose to keep Tomura to yourself, but admittedly you were just drunk and weren’t thinking that far ahead.)

Maybe it’s boredom or loneliness from being in your room alone all day, but you decide to see what he’s up to. Knocking a few more times than you normally would, you yell out “hey, it’s me,” before making your way into his room.

“Hey,” you walk in to find him on the floor surrounded in legos, sorted by color. “Want some help?”

He debates for a moment before nodding and handing you one of the instruction sheets. You sit quietly in the space next to him, glad for the company. 

“Thanks for hanging out tonight,” you say, pulling a few pieces from the red pile.

“Mmmhm.”

He turns to you with one side of his mouth quirked up in a smile. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Hugging you. Is that okay?” You can’t imagine why it wouldn’t be, considering that he let you sit on his face yesterday. 

“Yeah, it’s just different,” he mumbles into your shoulder, “usually you only get close when you want something or you’re messing with me.”

“I’m not messing with you. At least, not always.” 

He pulls back, looking at you incredulously. “Why else would you do stuff like this? I’m not stupid, I know you just like to fuck with me.” 

“Of course I do, you’re cute when you’re flustered. It’s not like I don’t get anything out of it too though.”

Tomura doesn’t respond, busying himself with a few green blocks as the tips of his ears turn pink. 

A few minutes later, your creation begins to take shape.

“Flowers?” you ask, amused. “You don’t really strike me as the type to decorate with lego flowers.”

“They’re not for me,” he mutters in response.

“Oh yeah? Then who are they for?” You realize the answer immediately after the words leave your mouth. You’re the only person he has ever shown interest in, who else would they be for? He bites his lip, blushing profusely as he stares at you. 

“You were making me flowers, even if you thought I only spent time with you as a joke?” 

“Kind of,” he searches for a specific yellow piece before continuing, “I never actually thought I had a chance with you. But seeing everything this week, I figured you probably don’t have anyone else to buy you flowers. And you’re really cool so someone should. Why not me?”

He looks hurt for a moment before focusing hard on getting a piece to fit properly. 

You think back, trying to remember the last time anyone ever bothered to be this nice to you. Yet here he is doing so without any expectations. Spending hours putting together an expensive lego bouquet when he could easily have just bought you cheap gas station flowers or done nothing at all.

“They’re beautiful,” you whisper, “thanks.”

He smiles at you, subtly scratching his neck. “And you don’t owe me anything for them. Not that I mind everything you’ve been doing, but you don’t have to.”

“No?” you ask, moving a strand of pale blue hair out of his face, “but what if I want to?”

Bringing your lips to his feels natural at this point. You’ve done it so many times now that it’s all you want to do, but it still feels so new to you. He kisses you back with confidence you've only seen him show in battle. You climb onto his lap, legs straddling each side of him.

Your hand slides up his chest, wrapping lightly around his throat. As your thumb brushes over the new scratches, he leans into the touch. Tentatively, you give a little squeeze. He moans. You make a mental note to come back to that sometime. For now, you selfishly want him to last long enough to get yourself off too. 

As the two of you begin to make out more passionately, you drag yourself over his thigh. You're careful not to press too far forward into the tent forming in his pants; remembering how fast he came yesterday. He gets the idea quickly, grabbing your hips with two fingers and a thumb to press you harder into him. Without much contact, he’s already breathing heavily along with you.

You scoot back to pull your shirt off. Slowing down the motion, you watch as his jaw drops at the sight. He fumbles removing his own shirt, decaying it in the process. Like you suspected, he's hot. His baggy clothes covering how toned he is.

“F-fuck,” Tomura mumbles as you slide your shorts off. 

Without wasting time, you find your way back onto his lap. He looks up at you through messy hair, mouth agape and eyelids heavy. You take a second to run your hands over his abs and chest, memorizing the feel of every scratch and scar along the way. When you reach the hem of his sweatpants, you pull them halfway down his thighs along with his underwear. Running your fingers over his length, you give him a few firm strokes. He closes his eyes, hips jumping at your touch. Still grasping him in one hand, you line yourself up and little by little, you lower onto his surprisingly perfect dick. Reaching his base, you pause in amazement. Taking in how how perfectly he fits into you. If you’d known that, you would have stumbled into his room the first time you heard him moan your name while he touched himself at night.

Better late than never though.

As you should have expected, he cums almost immediately. Gripping your hips, his head falls forward as he chokes back a groan. 

“Ah shit,” he pants, “‘m sorry.”

After some reassurance that you take it as a huge compliment, he’s hard again and ready to go.

Once more, you slowly ease your way down him as he stretches you perfectly in the right places. Taking things slow, you lean forward and kiss him. His unruly hair tickles against your nose. He adapts to your slow movements quickly. Since meeting you, he’s gotten better at this, moving his lips gently to dance against yours. 

Emotions flood in, overwhelming you. He’s the grouchiest loser and the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. The symbol of fear who completely melts at the slightest bit of affection from you. His hands destroy everything he touches but you've never felt anything but safe with him. All of the details of Tomura conflict and make sense at the same time, forming into the complex person whimpering sweetly against your lips. 

You rock your hips into his, barely having to move to hit the sweet spot that sends warm tingles through your whole body.

“[y/n], fuck you feel so good,” he whines. 

“This what you imagined every night?” you tease, bouncing faster as your excitement grows.

“B-better,” he gasps. 

He looks so pretty like this. Flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips. He stares up at you with big red eyes, trying desperately not to cum again but you know he’s close.

Fortunately, you are too.

With another snap of your hips, you find yourself crumbling around him. Your movements stutter before slamming down to engulf all of him. This time it’s your turn to grasp his shoulders to keep yourself upright. He lets go at the sight, smashing his face into yours as you both moan into a sloppy kiss. Your breathing slows, you begin to come down, but your lips continue to trace over each other.

“I’ll be right back,” you kiss him again before pressing yourself from the floor to go clean up. You revel in the way he leans wantonly into your every touch, even when he’s on the verge of sleep. 

When you get back to his room, Tomura has collapsed into his bed, passed out from the evening. You’re not far behind. Climbing in next to him, he unconsciously wraps an arm around you.

Laying in his bed surrounded in bags of trash, stray legos, and energy drink cans, you realize you'll have to teach him about cleaning tomorrow.

Through the walls, you listen as everyone slowly trickles in for the night. One by one, they all make their way back to their rooms. 

But not you. 

This time you stay.

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[luvlyycy]

tomura curls his hand around your wrist, his face twisting in pleasure, "let me fuck you— please. i can't— you're gonna make me cum." he moans into your neck as your manicured hand rubs at his twitching cock though his sweatpants.

"but you're so cute!!" you giggle out, your other hand curling into his greasy hair as he drools on your neck. okay, maybe fucking with the college weirdo was never your best idea, i mean— your friends are his bullies.

"your drooling is kinda nasty. in a hot way."

"h-huh?" he huffs loudly before you pull your hand away from his cock, "fuck, i was real-" he gulps, "really close."

you carefully lay on your back, painted nails running over your skirt before dipping underneath to pull it up— revealing your panty clad pussy, a clear damp spot.

"have you ever eaten pussy?"

tomura fidgets for a second, one hand travelling to your pussy, rubbing his thumb messily over it— "n-no."

"do you wanna learn?"

"ye-yeah."

[black-and-yellow]

They're playing MarioKart 8.

Shigaraki keeps trying to disintegrate bits off Loudspeaker's controller every time he gets beat.

[iverexgrey]

He's busy

[myinsatiableappetites]

Hell is real pt.2

Masterlist

Part one here

Another day at work where nothing of interest happens. Just a bunch of random people coming in and out, totally ordinary. Except for the one guy who had spent a whopping two and a half hours on a single bowl of instant Ramen.

You were no stranger to loiterers, but this guy had the balls to not even try to hide it. You always tried not to judge, maybe he had a hard home life, maybe he was homeless and this is the warmest place he'd been all day. He looked homeless, that's for sure.

He sat hunched over the small table facing the window, chopsticks still in hand poking around in the cardboard ramen container.

He was so twitchy, flinching when you mopped around him and cleared the table next to him. It made you wonder why he was so ticked off.

He could smell you every time you cleaned around him, he’d sat in the convenience store for two and a half hours slowly nibbling on a bowl of ramen.

Rock hard from you just walking past him, he wondered if you recognized him. It had been about 3 weeks since you had ran into each other at the gaming store, this was the first time he had seen you in person since then.

Nothing went according to his plan however.

He immediately got flustered when he sat down to eat, all his confidence left him and he was reduced to a pathetic shy mess. It made him so angry, if only you knew how many people he had killed you wouldn't have talked down on him. You would worship him, he was sure of it. 

You could let him sit and loiter any longer, it was already against store policy, but even if you didn't care about that (which you didn't) you were 15 minutes past closing.

Begrudgingly you walk up to the man,

“Excuse me sir? Were closing now, I'm going to have to ask you to leave”

Big mistake on your part calling him ‘sir’, he was sure his cock was going to pop his damn zipper hearing you say that it that shy timid voice. 

He got up from his seat, keeping his head low and hoodie up, but you saw his face. Your mind raced thinning about why he would be here, visibly sweaty and red in the face, trying in vain to cover the bulge in his jeans.

As he walked past you, he pressed the front of his body against your backside, harshly rubbing his bulge into the curve of your ass, shuddering as he did so.

He gripped his hands tightly onto your hips, being careful to keep one pinky finger up so as to not dust you. He froze as your hands met his wrist as you tried to pull his hands away. His hoodie sleeves crumbling away to dust as you did so.

He recoiled away from you, catching your eye as you fled behind the counter, reaching for the store phone. You watched as he ran out the door, unable to tear your eyes away from where he had just stood.

It was the same guy from the game store, the one you had called an incel, the guy you had forgotten all about.

The store phone had crumbled in your hands, damned copycat quirk, you would have to explain that tomorrow.

For now there was nothing you wanted to do more than get home and play some games to relax from this awful day.

—-----------------------------------—------

Tomura knew he had gotten back to base before you got home, seeing as you hadn't gotten online yet. There is no way you wouldn't tell your bestest online friend about the horrible creep who forced himself on you at work. 

He has never had an erection so intense before, it was so painful that he couldn't even wait for his bedroom door to close before undoing his zipper and freeing his cock.

He looked at his hoodie sleeves as he stroked his cock slowly. So this is why you weren't specific about your quirk.

Still, it wasn't clear if you happened to have the same quirk as him or if you a kind of copying quirk, how he was dying to find out.

He sat at his desk, staring daggers into his monitor waiting for your name to light up as being online. You would no doubt talk to him about it, he hoped you'd cry, no sound would ever be as sweet, he was sure of it.

Your name lit up, and not 10 seconds later he heard the classic discord ringtone, you were finally calling him.

You immediately start talking about what happened, voice hoarse and quiet from crying, such a sweet sound. It made his head buzz and his fist tighten.

As you recount your encounter with him, he let's himself speed up, his hand making quick work of his arousal thinking of how soft your hair felt against his face when he had nuzzled it. He reached to tap his microphone to mute himself. He listened to your sweet voice, so stuttery and cute while pumping himself even faster.

“I'm sorry for dumping all this on you-” you cut yourself off with another soft cry followed by sniffling.

“I just don't have anyone else to tell about this, like anyone” now that caught his attention, a wonderful opportunity stood right before him, it would require some planning of course but he could pull it off.

With his master plan fresh in his mind combined with your sweet voice in his headphones, he finishes, painting both his palm and jeans in cum, leaving him completely dazed.

When he came too, you were wrapping up the story and apologizing to him for dumping it all on him, he wasn't mad at you though, he was ecstatic.

—

No one else to talk to about this huh? Little did you know that this little slip of yours had narrowed down Tomura's search for your personal records by a lot. 

With some help from the League and the broker, he had gotten his hands on your social security quirk file, along with your U.A application file (and rejection letter) as well as your birth certificate.

He was inching closer and closer to his goal, and you had just helped him take quite the step forward.

You had fallen asleep on the discord call hours ago now, letting him work in peace on finding your information. 

He read off the screen;

“”(Y/n) (L/n)

Quirk: Copycat

User is able to copy and wield the quirk of anyone the user comes into contact with. Copied quirk can be used at will for up to 30 minutes or indefinitely if contact with quirk giver is frequently re-initiated or never broken.

Copied quirks however cannot harm the quirk giver, in turn the user cannot be harmed by the quirk giver. 

This makes the user virtually immune to quirks that show effect through direct touch.””

Oh no force on earth could keep him from his plan now.