#oh no sorry Shig it just fell through

[dolibeauti]

bruh fuck school let’s go on a roadtrip with the LOV!!! really suggestive mdni NOT PROOFREAD DONT COME FOR ME

shigaraki x reader

the van you guys are riding in is way too small to fit everyone . . . unless someone sits on another’s lap. obviously, people like their personal space so it looked like one person had drop out of the trip or else the trip would be canceled. sadly, no one sacrificed themselves.

“ugh… c’mon guyss! i really want to go on this trip” toga whined next to double, squirming around like a child having a tantrum. you rolled your eyes in annoyance. she’s been complaining like this since yesterday. “i am NOT letting my dignity wash away by sitting on anyone else’s lap but their car seats.” you protested, making it clear that you wouldn’t give less than a shit if the trip was canceled.

dabi batted an eye at you with devious intentions (🤨) “are you implying that you’d rather have someone in your lap?” he rebuked your statement with a grin of victory, causing your face to contort in disgust. “no, i’m saying i’d rather not go, dipshit.” you shook your head before getting up to go to the other room. but not before overhearing him say that he guesses the trip will continue.

whatever.

ding

dabi :

js go man

toga wants you to

what if i told you you can sit alone

would you go

you :

ok

that’s not reassuring

but ok

where are you guys?

dabi :

we’re in the van bruh hurry up

you :

shut up

you assumed they already threw your stuff in the van because your luggage was nowhere to be seen. you walked up to the car and knocked on the heavily tinted windows before you heard the loud sliding of the door. greeted by dabi’s shit eating grin with his thumb pointing towards the back.

fuck - they tricked you.

you weren’t gonna sit alone, you were gonna sit on a lap. tomura shigaraki’s lap. out of everyone they chose AFO’s successor and the guy you had the hots for. “are you actually joking with me?” anger ran through your veins when you realized the situation but all your stuff was in that very luggage (that was in the van already) and no way in hell were they letting you get it back now.

“what? it’s just shiggy.”

that’s what happens when you trust a villain.

now you were sitting uncomfortably on tomura’s lap. it was miserable and you could tell he was too. the van had only one seat in the back with the rest of the space for luggage so you offered for yourself to sit on the floor surrounded by all the luggage in which he declined.

not that he was forbidding you to move but that it was okay for you to sit on him. he’d wrap his arms around you when you guys were on a bumpy trail, as if he was your very own seatbelt. you had to stop yourself from letting yourself indulge in your sinful thoughts when this happened so you distracted yourself by having conversation with everyone in the front where tomura occasionally joined in on.

so that’s why it was actually hell when everyone fell asleep (except kurogiri cuz he’s driving IDK KEAVE ME AKONE joke). the only people awake other than kurogiri were you and tomura because 1. you couldn’t sleep on his lap 2. he couldn’t sleep with someone on his lap.

“shigaraki… do you want me to move to the floor?” your turned your head to ask him in a quick whisper. he met your gaze with a shake of his head before hugging you from behind and resting his head on your back.

your eyes widened at the realization of what was happening right now. you were never that close to him before, only interacting through messages or meetings.

oh and you knew you were in for a ride (pun intended) when you felt something poke against your ass. he stayed silent, still in the same position as before, albeit with a tighter grip.

“shig.”

“sorry.”

[tiredpaladins]

Imagine Dabi is meeting with another villain group discussing a collaboration and it's going well until they're like "yeah and Hawks is our next target since he's so high up on the hero ranking but he's weak so he'd be easy to take out" and Dabi goes ".....cool. Thoughts on me turning this room into an oven?"

[bbybaku]

cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki

yes i know its july. 

1.8 k words 

slow burn but there is smut 

warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion

your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.

you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.

the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it. 

but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”

you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.

“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.

“what? we always-“ you asked

“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said

 you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.

you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.

“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.

“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.

“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.

you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it. 

week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.

you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?

you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes 

the movies you had made together.

the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.

he looked pale.

you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.

“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”

you gulped “oh okay”

you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.

the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.

you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.

and he left. 

it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did. 

you texted him to hang out. 

the two of you got coffee then made out in the car. 

his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch. 

shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?” 

you sighed “im sorry i just-” 

he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”

 his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got  when he was irritated. and he knew it. 

“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw. 

“do you want to be like that?”  he talked down to you with a smirk.

“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift. 

you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be. 

the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating. 

he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside. 

“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly. 

he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs” 

the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it. 

he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open. 

you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat. 

shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability. 

he loved having you at his mercy. 

he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs. 

“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.

and just like that he dove right in.  

he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him. 

his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.

“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.

he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit. 

you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp. 

he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling. 

he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache. 

he blew cold air on your exposed heat. 

you cried out. 

and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level. 

he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered 

“please” you whispered

“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing.  i said to beg like the whore you are.” 

you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.” 

“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance. 

he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.

his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles. 

you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache. 

he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds. 

your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release. 

“please i - can i please” you whined. 

shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening 

the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth. 

he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?” 

and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit. 

his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud. 

you were crying at the pleasure. 

his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you. 

your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.

you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.

you could feel him smiling on you.

shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.

he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you. 

if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator. 

your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out. 

your lower body convulsing. 

tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.” 

“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed 

shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh. 

“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could. 

“no” he said sweetly. 

your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked. 

you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences. 

the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator. 

with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up. 

despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony. 

“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths. 

refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants. 

he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground. 

“well what if we” you started. 

“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”

“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.

“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped

“why?" you whinned

he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed. 

“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”

"um i-” 

you went to speak but no words came out. 

shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex” 

“oh” you said feeling yourself blush

he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”

he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine” 

“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck. 

masterlist

[shig-a-shig-ah]

Congrats on 500!! I'm in love with your writing 💖Could I request "Kiss me again, like you mean it" + Getting Drunk with shiggy? Maybe reader is a little trashed and kisses him but later he needs to know it wasn't just the alc talking. Little angsty, little fluffy if you're feeling either.

Thank you!!! You're too sweet <3 This one got a little long because angsty fluffy Shig is my jam and flows from me like water, so it’s under the break (but still totally SFW).

Prompts list 

Villain or no, getting drunk with your boss is never a good idea. But then you - stupid, stupid you - had to go and make it even  worse by letting your little infatuation slip.

It hadn't been intentional. The League had been celebrating a successful mission, drinks flowing all around, and then somehow it got late and everyone else went to bed, and you found yourself alone in the bar save for your boss perched on the stool next to you. You instantly regretted asking, through slurred words, if you were ever going to get to see his face, but to your surprise you weren't immediately dusted. Instead Tomura only tipped Father back slightly, just enough to down the rest of what must have been his sixth glass of whisky, and then removed the garish hand completely and turned to look at you.

He was obviously drunk - his face flushed and his eyelids heavy, the corner of his lip curving up clumsily as he cocked his head and stared at you. You hadn't said anything, too immersed in the sight of him to comment, and after a long moment that intoxicated smile had contorted into a frown.

"Worse than you thought, huh?" he muttered, fingertips lifting to graze at his neck, his other hand already grasping for Father. You reached out catch his wrist immediately, shaking your head. The opposite, actually - after getting to know him you never thought that you'd find him ugly, regardless of how he looked, but you hadn't quite been prepared for him to be so handsome, all sharp angles and ethereal beauty.

And then you unthinkingly, idiotically, leaned in and pressed your mouth to his.

It was a quick kiss, only the faintest brush of dry lips against your own before you pulled away and stammered out some rushed excuse about needing to get to bed, fleeing before he could respond to that inappropriate act. You fell quickly into an uneasy sleep, tossing and turning in a drunken haze, but Tomura hadn't slept at all, too consumed by the thought of your lips on his, and too busy trying to convince himself it was meaningless, a drunken mistake.

He's still sitting at the bar thinking those thoughts when you stumble out the next morning. He's sober now, and doesn't miss how you grimace when you spot him, selecting a seat a few stools down after pouring yourself a cup of coffee from behind the counter. Apparently it was too much to hope that you had gotten too drunk to remember.

You don't seem to have the decency to pretend nothing happened either, because you keep glancing at him from the corner of your eye in a way that's nowhere near as subtle as you think, until Tomura's digging at his throat with his nails and snapping, "Stop that."

You stiffen at his harsh words, but they're apparently not enough because he sees you draw a deep breath, and then you're apologizing, as though he might actually want to talk about it. "Look, I'm really sorry about last night, it was completely inappropriate. I know you're my boss and that you don't...that you don't think of me that way."

The last words come out a barely audible mumble, so faint that Tomura's not entirely certain he's heard them correctly, or if he's right that you sound...disappointed. But there's knot tightening in his stomach regardless, because if he has, if there is...

He rises abruptly, striding to where you're sitting and spinning you to face him, his arms caging you against the bar. "But you do?" he says, his voice tight.

"Do what?" It's distracting how close he is, and your hungover brain is having trouble understanding what's happening, or why he's leaning in a little closer, his covered face less than six inches from your own.

"Think of me that way."

"Oh." Oh. You can feel your face heating up, your gaze dropping. You're not quite willing to lie to him so you only nod, waiting for the inevitable rejection, the lecture about how he doesn't have time for distractions or to indulge your silly crush. But instead he's pulling Father from his face the second time, two fingers tightly gripping your chin to force you to look at him, his red eyes burning into yours.

"Do it again, then," Tomura breaths. "Kiss me again, like you mean it this time."

There's a flutter in your stomach as you do what he asks. You move slowly, full of nerves now that there's no liquor in your veins to aid your courage. One hand rises to cup his face, your thumb brushing lightly against his cheek, and then you tip your head to close the distance between you.

He kisses you back this time, dry lips moving gently against your own. It's a tentative exploration on both your parts, no urgency, just your two mouths moving softly against each others and your tongue peeking out to brush lightly over his bottom lip, a tiny groan escaping him as you do so. When you pull away his cheeks are flushed again, not from booze this time, and his gaze has softened. He takes another step closer, one of his arms snaking around your waist, fingers caressing lightly over the small of your back.

"Again," he says.

[zevlors-tail]

Depressed and touch starved Shigaraki crushing hard on y/n, a new recruit for the league/liberation front. He wants to be in a relationship with her, but is afraid of her turning to dust by his own hands. Little does he know, she feels the same way.

Warnings: Jealous Shiggy, bit of OOC/Yandere Toga? Knives, brief mention of villains/heroes fighting, heavy pining, tiny argument between Shig and the reader.

Ever since the day he laid eyes on you, Shigaraki had it bad. You had only joined the League of Villains a couple months ago, but within that short time span, you had completely captivated his heart. Maybe it was your quick thinking, or your reserved personality, or maybe the way your eyes seem to sparkle with mischief when he talked to you about future plans for the League. Whatever it was, it drew him in further every time he looked at you, brought out feelings in him that he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time; feelings that both scared and excited him to the point where he wasn’t sure whether to pursue something with you or run away.

At first, he chose the latter. A week in to getting to know you and he was terrified that he had feelings for you, so he pulled away in every aspect imaginable. He ignored you during missions, talked to you as little as possible, and barely even looked your way. You were lucky if he even passed by you in the halls of the hideout. He spent most of his time pent up in his room muttering and trying to scheme, although any plans he attempted to make were ultimately thwarted by thoughts of you. It didn’t help that even with the forced distance between the two of you and his giving you the cold shoulder, you were ever the friendly and kind person you made yourself out to be. You still tried to talk to him on the occasions he passed by you, still tried to get to know him without judgement or bias. Ignoring you completely just seemed to make the situation worse for him, so he finally had to face his newfound feelings and accept that yes, he, Shigaraki, had a crush on the new recruit for the League.

But with the acknowledgement of those feelings came another realization: as much as he cared about you, he could potentially hurt you with his quirk. Even if you returned the feelings, further disaster could ensue because of his existence, and that fact stung like no other. All he wanted- no, all he needed -was you. Your touch, your laugh, your whole essence...there was no part of you he didn’t like. He spent nights dreaming of your soft lips, of embracing you from behind and pressing kisses to the top of your head, of loving you without worry and limitations, and yet, he couldn’t have you. The world was continuously cruel to him still, relentless and ever inventive in the ways it found to torture his soul. You, on the other hand...you were the only good thing he had to hold on to in this desolate place.

As Tomura paced the wooden floors of the bar, he brought a hand to his neck, the familiar itching sensation driving him to scratch the same spot over and over again. He hated that damn habit of his, though truthfully he didn’t think he could stop. It kept him sane, gave him something to focus on other than the murky anxiety he felt welling up inside of him. He was like this whenever you were gone, but more so today than ever; he couldn’t stand knowing you weren’t here in his line of sight, that you weren’t under his protecting and watchful eye. Currently, you were on recon with Dabi and Toga, and he had a sinking feeling that something was wrong. His gut lurched whenever he thought about you, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were back at the bar in your usual seat, your familiar smile spread over your lips as you sipped on your favorite drink.

“Kurogiri. Any word from them?” This was the second time he had asked about you and the other two LOV members today. His patience was running out now, and he just wanted you back.

“They’re due back at any time, now. I’m sure they’re alri-”

As if fate wanted to prove the bartender wrong, the door to the hideout blew open mid sentence, and Dabi stumbled in with your unconscious form slumped over his shoulders, Toga hot on his heals behind.

“What happened?” Tomura growled out, immediately making his way toward you.

“Recon gone wrong, that’s what,” Dabi quipped. “We got spotted by some heroes on accident, not our fault. Y/N fended them off but she overused her quirk, and they almost got her.”

“Don’t worry, I sliced them up real nice! They were no match against my pretty knives...” Toga trailed off, a murderous glint in her eyes as she brandished a clean knife to look at herself in it’s reflection. “And I saved Y/N. I made sure to teach them not to touch what’s ours, Tomura! No one can have Y/N but us!” She let out a demented giggle.

Shigaraki wanted to correct her. Not ours, mine, he thought. His possessiveness got the better of him, and one look at Toga’s intense gaze was all he needed for jealousy to take root. He surged forward and seized your form from Dabi, careful not to touch you with all five fingers at once as he held you up. Dabi put up no fight in letting you go, completely understanding the situation and passing you over to his boss.

“Is she hurt?” he asked demandingly, giving you a once over for any obvious signs of distress or wounds. He found none apart from small scrapes and bruises.

“I don’t think so. Just unconscious. Side effect of her quirk, I bet.” His blue eyes stared off into the distance behind you and Tomura, gears spinning in his head as he recalled the fight from earlier. “I’ve never seen her quirk in action like that before. She’s strong, I’ll give her that.”

Of course you were strong, Tomura wanted to say. He knew the basis for your quirk, the basics of how it functioned and how it affected others, but new nothing of the drawbacks of it. This was new to everyone.

“Y/N’s quirk is so cool! Isn’t she just the best, Tomura?” 

Something about Toga’s smile annoyed him and made the itchy burning sensation return to his neck. Before anyone else could say anything, he turned abruptly and started towards your room to lay you down and let you rest.

“Kurogiri,” he called as he was leaving, “I want a full report of the recon mission later, no details spared. Make sure they understand that.”

“Of course,” he replied cooly.

Tomura supported your frame against his shoulders as he trudged down the hallway with you, every step he took careful and measured so as not to disturb you any more than was necessary. His gut feeling had turned out to be right, after all. If he had just gone with you, this wouldn’t have happened. Even better yet, if he had just kept you here with him, then you wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place. This was his fault, wasn’t it? It was hard to stop his thought process once it was started, and from there it all snowballed. You would never know how he really felt, and even if he was getting to touch you now, even if for a brief moment just to get you to your room, who’s to say something wouldn’t go wrong? What if he accidentally touched you with all five fingers, and you turned to ash right there in the hall, and died in his arms?

His thoughts were becoming too much to handle, even with you right there beside him. He was pathetic. Leader of a revolutionary and important group of misfit villains though he may be, he still wasn’t brazen enough to tell you how he really felt. And as he pushed open the door to your room and gently laid you down on your bed, he decided it was for the best if he just left you be. Even if he wanted to stay, it would do him no good. He gave you one last soft look and sighed heavily before standing. His brows knit together in frustration as he stepped forward, but a light tug on his sleeve kept him from going any further.

“Tomura...?” you mumbled groggily. “What happened?”

His self doubt slowly ebbed away at the sound of your voice, his anguish quieting for a moment as he down on your bed and met your gaze to explain. Who was he trying to fool? He could never just leave his feelings for you be. “You overused your quirk and fell unconscious. Dabi and Toga-” he shuddered involuntarily at her name, “took you back to the bar after fighting off some scum heroes.”

You sat up as he spoke, your head throbbing but otherwise feeling fine. “How did I end up in my room?” you wondered aloud, looking around to take in your surroundings fully.

“I carried you,” he answered matter of factly. 

He couldn’t be completely sure, but he swore a faint blush appeared on your cheeks then.

“Thanks for that.” You smiled kindly at him, warmth radiating from your features and making his face feel oddly hot.

“Oh, sure.” It sounded sarcastic, bitter even. Not how he wanted it to sound. He was getting frustrated again; why did he have to ruin everything he touched, figuratively and literally speaking?

There was a small lull in the conversation, and you unexpectedly reached your hand out for his, resting it on top and caressing his fingers gently in a sudden move of boldness. He recoiled almost instantly, and the next thing you knew he was moving to get up and walk away.

“Tomura, wait-” you tried, desperately wanting his attention. He did pause, but he didn’t turn around, and once again his hand found it’s way to his neck. He really was getting irritated with himself. 

“What?” he snapped, pivoting on his heel to face you.

“I’m sorry, I think I misinterpreted something...I- I didn’t mean to...” you trailed off, the dejected tone in your voice stabbing through his cold heart. “I thought you were-”

His blood ran cold at what he thought you were trying to say. Surely you couldn’t mean... 

“Thought I was what?”

“I thought- No, I think it was just me hoping this whole time, but...I thought maybe you had...feelings...for me. You seemed so concerned a minute ago, and there was that moment where your face- Um, I could see it behind your hair-” You stuttered out your words, embarrassed to admit your feelings that you were now certain he did not reciprocate.

Tomura, on the other hand, wasn’t sure what to say. You had just openly expressed your feelings for him while believing at the same time that he didn’t feel the same for you, and he hated it. He hated it with all the burning fires in the world, with all the passion and drive he had left. And the worst part about it was that it was his fault. He should have told you. He wished he had told you. He could still tell you...but he wouldn’t. Not if it meant endangering your life, not if it meant that he could potentially hurt you. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

Lucky for him, you weren’t willing to let this go so easily.

You saw the tortured look on his face, saw the longing in his eyes and the way his fingers twitched, as if he wanted to reach back out to you. With newfound resolve, you stared him down, willing him to break.

“Don’t look at me like that, damn it.” Curse you. Damn you to hell and back. You did things to him that you had no idea about. 

“So you really don’t feel the same?” you pressed, doubt creeping back up your spine. 

Maybe you were wrong after all...

“It’s not that!”

Or maybe not.

“Then what-”

“Don’t you know I could kill you?” The words left his lips before he could stop them. “I could accidentally turn you to dust, Y/N. Doesn’t that scare you? Or are you really that stupid?”

“I know that.” You spoke with conviction, understanding finally dawning on you.

He was afraid to hurt you. That had been his reason for pushing you away, for not talking to you, for trying to ignore his feelings for you. He was scared. And rightfully so, with a quirk like his. The thought had crossed your mind before, but truthfully, it hadn’t really been anything more than a passing thought. Once you really got to know Shigaraki, once you saw him leading his small family, you had put all of your trust and faith into him. He was not to be laughed at or underestimated; he was calculated, thorough, and kept his family together at all costs. Even if Dabi sometimes was unruly, even if Toga creeped him out, even if Kurogiri failed sometimes, they all belonged together, and you were happy to be a part of that. You admired him for everything he had done, everything he was currently doing, and all of the great things he would do in the future. Maybe others couldn’t see it right at the moment...but this man was going to change the world.

“But I believe in you, and I trust you would never do something like that to me, even on accident. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not. Your quirk doesn’t scare me. I mean it. And another thing,” you gave him a pointed look. “I’m not stupid,” you spat defiantly. For someone so reserved most of the time, you sure had an iron will. 

Tomura followed you with his eyes as you got up and attempted to walk over to him, but tripped in the process, still a little out of it from the overuse of your quirk. He was quick to catch you before you could hit the ground, and you smiled up at him once more while he just stared back at you, confused.

“What are you grinning like that for, hm?”

“I told you I trusted you. You didn’t turn me to dust, did you?”

“That’s not funny, Y/N.” Although, his words were all bark and no bite. What you had said was true, and it gave him a bit of relief to think that you were right.

He could make this work, after all. And for the first time in a very, very long time, Tomura Shigaraki felt calm. 

He helped you back to bed and sat down with you again, this time planning to stay. And when your hand once again found his, he let you keep it there, enjoying the warm feeling of your touch. 

“I know it’s not. I’m serious. I trust you with every fiber of my being, Tomura. I think I love you.”

He could have sworn his heart stopped, or maybe it was time itself that stopped. Either way, he never wanted this moment to end.

Instead of returning your words with his own, he layed down next to you and draped an arm over you. “You should be resting.”

You had once heard that everyone had different ways of saying ‘I love you’. For some, it was telling you to stay safe when parting. For others, it was asking if you had anything to eat yet. So when he spoke, you recognized the meaning behind Tomura’s words even if he wasn’t saying it outright. 

‘You should be resting.’

I love you, too.

A/N: WOW OKAY THIS GOT LONG. Also, I’m so, so, SO sorry this took so freaking long to finish. I literally sat down tonight and told myself I was going to work on it, and I got hit with inspiration and BAM it happened. Shigaraki is actually not on my list of characters that I write for, but because it was my first request and I wanted a challenge, I made an exception and wrote it. And damn, anon, did you give me one hell of a challenge. Holy FUCK. Idk why this was so hard to crank out before now, but I’m kind of in love with this? I hope you all like it as much as I do!

[prince-liest]

I get all twitchy everytime I read chapter 95, that's the most we've seen of the Commission in a single chapter. They're meta-ing about Shigaraki? Hng, knowing Shig and Kei have paralleling backstories I'm just- wow, Hawks grew up around these grouchy assholes. How much do you wanna say we get 2.0 of All Might's retirement with them? Let me take these words. 'You fool. We lost Hawks' quirk and for what?' 'The world now knows of (insert any war crime hawks committed here)' (1/6)

'The Wing Hero as we knew him is gone. The people of this country know it, the villains know it too.' This is what we get for always relying on one man.' *side-eyes everything hawks did solo* I wonder if we could paint a picture on what the hc is like, some of these guys are reoccurring characters. One of them was pushing hawks in horikoshi's anime ep debut sketch. Getting handsy there. You can't pull that with any other hero. (2/6)

Something sounds off to me when they say they gotta prove they can do more than taking in the villains the heroes defeat? It's like, the wrong kind of ambition. What are you gonna do to get yourself some more credit just cuz your not satisfied with the fact that the villains are being stopped. Nah, you wanna go ahead be the ones to do it. So they send Hawks. Now logically 'course they can't do anything, heroes are the only ones licensed to fight them. (3/6) 

Investigations make sense, making plans behind the scenes. But like, can't you make charities or organizations or literally anything to help rehabilitate villains or maybe stop them from going down that path? Like, public lectures more 'be nice to each other' policies sorry that sounds lame. But your civilians! (4/6)

Public safety, can't you have a say in non-hero related matters and take a look at your justice system so people like Twice don't end up with a bad record over an accident that wasn't even their fault? Smh, they didn't even do much for the investigations. You got two men on that, Tsukauchi and Gran Torino are the only officially named people on it. Congrats, you caught Kurogiri then traumatized Mic and Aizawa. Who actually deserves the credit??? And with Hawks???? (5/6)

He did everything himself. And now it ended up a total flop. Well boo hoo, the hc can't take anything from that are they gonna dump the failure on them??? Oh people riot, children were in danger! Ah, it's U.A's fault, their students. Sorry for the spam, if u wanna answer I hope this could go under the cut. and um am I just totally wrong bc I saw it praised somewhere how willing they are to make changes :D and I'm just here like 😒 Bruh, where? (6/6)

I think one of the big things about the Hero Public Safety Commission that characterizes why it has inevitably turned to some form of corruption or another is that hero popularity is a big part of the ranking system, and subsequently how heroes and the HPSC earn money. Maybe I’ve listened to too many of my dad’s ‘America is a capitalist nightmare and I miss Soviet Kazakhstan’ speeches, but honestly, people generally aren’t evil. They’re just greedy, and it always comes back to money and power.

If you make a system where attaining money and power is prioritized, particularly in a way that prioritizes things like popularity contests and incident resolution rates, you’re going to end up with an organization that is not going to be spectacularly incentivized to, say, lower the heroes’ incident resolution rates by lowering the number of incidents. It's likely not even be deliberate - rather, it’s just an ingrained attitude of This Is How This Works.

On top of that, there’s a pretty strong attitude among many societies that criminals and villains don’t “deserve” kind treatment due to their actions, which often gets in the way of taking actions that lower crime rates.

Studies show that providing free basic housing to the homeless reduces taxpayer dollars spent on the homeless because basic housing costs less than the ER visits homeless people make when they don’t have a shelter and get sick (which taxes then cover because a homeless person obviously cannot). 

Countries like Denmark and Norway that have prison systems with significantly more lenience, freedom, family contact, and life coaching for prisoners have much lower recidivism rates than countries like the US that don’t. (There are likely other factors such as cultural homogeneity in play,  but this is a big one.)

Etc.

Despite these things being known, the reaction to ‘let’s provide housing for the homeless’ or ‘let’s be more supportive of our prisoners’ is very often indignity and offense, because ‘why should my hard work go to hand-outs to those people who don’t work hard at all’ - so between all of these things, I’m very unsurprised that the HPSC is not particularly prioritizing rehabilitation.

(That said, I emphatically disagree with the people who believe that offering rehabilitation to Twice was selfish of Hawks. You can’t be so anti-social that you’re harming people without a care for those around you unless they’re your friends and then say it’s all society’s fault that you fell through the cracks.)

All of that aside, I think a lot of people are speculating that the raid failing is going to be dumped on Hawks’s head and he’s going to be cast aside by the HPSC, and to be perfectly honest I disagree and am not entirely sure where that came from. Hawks is over a decade’s worth of investment and the Commission’s golden child. Sure, he’s also an abused child soldier, but they’re not going to dump him to the wayside when an incredibly difficult solo-mission he did with zero support risks failure due to things entirely outside of his control. If he loses his wings, it’s likely he won’t be able to be a hero anymore, but given that Endeavor and some others noted knowledge that he was behind the intel they got for the raid, I see it as much more likely that he’s going to go down as a hero and a martyr with most of his darker deeds unpublicized - and martyrdom in particular is largely in-touch with the themes of his arc so far.

[kinkyacademia]

Hi mod pastatatatata!! Could you pleaaaaaaaase write a scenario for Shigs who has a secret admirer who has to get really drunk to even be able to talk to him?? If you could do NSFW that would be wonderful! Thank you and I hope all the mods have a great day!!!!!

So here’s the lowdown with drunk scenarios; I can do NSFW, but I won’t write it if the character is too drunk/not both characters are drunk. Since you didn’t specify, but I think Shigaraki is that kind of person, I’ll leave it to your imagination on that part.

-Mod Pasta 🍜 🍝

It wasn’t required of Shigaraki’s subordinates to check in every day in the main hideout, nor was it required for them to live there; some did the most to stay in touch with the other villains, others wanted to kept villainy in their explicit private life. Some didn’t have a choice either way. Therefor you had decide to do what you could to be closer to Shigaraki.

And that was: live at the hideout. So you had moved into the hideout, conveniently “hiding” in your room for most of the time. It would be too embarrassing for you to exit and talk to people, right? Taller, bigger, they were all too much for you to handle.
Unless you had some help in the form of liquid courage.-“K-Kurogiri, could I have a drink please?” You were pushing it to just be close to him; your crush. Sitting just a couple seats away from him at Kurogiri’s makeshift bar, you made sure to keep your eyes stuck to the wispy man as he nodded and started to brew up some sort of concoction.

“Of course, (L/N), the usual I presume?” He inquired. and you nodded. He didn’t want to just leave the conversation there, though, “What have you been up to today?”“Oh-uhm,” Conscious that Shigaraki himself could be listening, you stalled long enough for Kurogiri to give you your drink. You gratefully took it and fiddled with the glass, “Thank you. I did some minor account hacking,” In all reality, you just hacked into Dabi’s social media through your computer to see what he was up to; what a horrible idea that was.

“Oh? Tell me all about it,” He practically sounded like a father at this point. You laughed awkwardly, taking a long sip of the drink.

“I hacked into a League member’s account to make sure they were staying private enough,” As you and Kurogiri talked, you downed your drink a lot quicker than you expected. You weren’t paying too much attention to what he was doing, and by the time you finished your drink, the next one was set down in front of you, “Thanks,” You nodded to him, speaking lowly since Shigaraki seemed to be taking an interest in listening to your conversation. He was watching Kurogiri, his head propped up on his knuckles.

“Of course,” And just like that, you fell into the inevitable trap that is Kurogiri’s charisma. The next hour consisted of him making drinks for both you and Shigaraki, albeit the two of you being quite far away in relative walking distance, and keeping you entertained. It was almost like he planned it. Once you had reached rock bottom, he halted the conversation with a short cough, “(L/N), I think you’ve had enough. I wouldn’t advise that you-”

“Fuck off,” You shot at him, a large, goofy smile upon your lips. In your stupor, your shyness about approaching your crush seemed to fade away as you flipped the wispy man off and pushed off of your chair, using the other chairs to prop yourself up as you went to go sit with him. The air felt light, warm, silly even as you began to converse, “Hey, I wasn’t talking to you, haha, no bad feelings bossy man?”“I’m not bossy,” It was obvious to an outsider that he was holding his liquer much better

“No, you’re amazing just the way you are,” You giggled, and he perked up, his head whipping around to lock eyes with you. You held his gaze, elated that he was observing you.

“You’re drunk,” he muttered, taking the rest of his drink before pushing himself up. It was almost like he wasn’t at least a little tipsy as well. You quickly followed him, focusing much too hard on your feet for your own good. It was too hard to walk.

“Well so are you, silly,” you grabbed his arm, and he flinched at the contact. He wasn’t used to it; he wasn’t used to even being touched.

“Get off, I don’t want to put up with you,” he didn’t hold much power in his words. Kurogiri piped up from the other side of the bar.

“You’re both done,” he was mostly talking to himself as he grabbed Shigaraki’s cup.

“No-“ Shigaraki grit his teeth, then sighed and glanced to you. He rethought his choice, “I guess so,” he grumpily began to drag himself and you into the hallway. He attempted to leave you at your door, but you sweet talked your way out of it.

“Come on, Tomura,” you hummed, your vice grip loosening as you rubbed small circles into his tensed arm over the soft black fabric of his long sleeve shirt, “Let’s just go to your room. Do you watch TV? I like sci-fi shows!”

“Everyone watches TV,” he glared daggers down the hallway as he pulled the both of you along the darkening hallways. His own room was far away from the other ones. He planned on laying you down on his bed and letting you pass out so he can play his DS until he falls asleep somewhere on the floor. Unlike how he would throw the other members away on the floor of the basement, he kind of likes you.He likes talking to you. He barely ever gets to, and you usually shy away when he tries to strike a conversation, so even though you’re drunk off your ass, he likes having this time with you. As he stumbled along with him, he relaxed. It’s not like you were attacking him.

“Do you wear long sleeves because you’re cold? I like them,” You were giddy to get to his room. It would finally let you sit down, for one, and it was also where you could be with him all night.

“No, I-“ he paused, his ears tinting pink. He hid his embarrassment behind anger, grabbing his doorknob and slamming his door open, the knob making a “bang” against his wall. He slung you onto his bed with dark blue sheets. His room was plain with a single poster from a videogame on his wall. He was used to moving, so most of his wall accessories were still in boxes. His TV was set up, though, so he closed the door and turned it on as he sat on his bed. You helped upon hitting it, then laughed. It felt surreal to be with him, and so drunk.

“Aw, that was mean,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind and nuzzling the side of his head. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on turning the channel.

“Just go sleep, subordinate,” he stuck to not using your name as to not give you the wrong idea. He was beginning to get that idea, though, as your hands began to wander elsewhere.

“How could I when you’re right here? You’re too interesting for your own good, Tomura,” you didn’t even remember his quirk when he grabbed your arms when your finger tips raced to his belt. He made sure not to hurt you, but it was a warning that you didn’t take. He felt like he had given you enough warnings at this point; you wanted him, and he knew this.

“You’re pushing it,” he growled, the TV blaring in the background as he set the remote on his wooden nightstand. You began to undo his belt and jeans anyway.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” you licked your teeth in apprehension, the alcohol leaving you in a dazed, horny state. He finally released your arm, leaning against you.

“Just be quiet about this,” he snapped, and you gasped dramatically at his change of heart.

“Of course Tomura,” you slurred his name, and the night proceeded with anything but the two of you being quiet.

-

When you woke up, your headache was as if All Might himself had punched you. You groaned, trying to stretch, but finding that something, rather someone, was holding you in a vice grip. His hands lay lax, as if even in this vulnerable, sleeping state, he knew he could hurt you. That wasn’t the problem, though, the problem was that you were in Shigaraki’s arms!

“Sh-Shigaraki!” You exclaimed, and he groaned and cuddled you tighter. His naked body and your own were so perfectly warm, you almost reconsidered waking him up fully and just letting him sleep. He looked so perfect, so content like this. Your cherry red face wouldn’t let you, though, and you whined.

“What,” his gruff morning voice sent shivers down your back. He took a couple seconds to blink the sleep out of his eyes. When he fully woke up, he didn’t move. You were hidden, your face against his chest, “Look at me. I said look at me,” he ordered, and his commanding voice immediately brought you to peek up. His face was placid; not angry, but not happy. It was calm, something you usually wouldn’t see.

“Did we-? Well, I guess we… I’m so sorry…” you whispered, mortified that in your blackout drunk state you had seduced him. As if to make matters worse, he then buried his face in your hair.

“I liked it,” he muttered, starting to shift and untangle his legs from yours. He still didn’t let go, though.

“Shouldn’t we… go? Or me, shouldn’t I-?” He cut you off with a shake of his head.

“Stay,” You hummed a embarrasses agreement. Your heart was pounding, but it was also at ease; he didn’t seem to dislike having you with him.

This was nice. Messed up, but nice