#pay attention to shigaraki

[deadhands69]

Attention

MDNI

Tomura Shigaraki x gn/afab reader

Content/Warnings/Etc: Reader is in the League of Villains, swearing, kissing, uh sex happens.

the world is a lot today, and over 72 million people can suck my dick. hope this helps distract someone at least a little bit

Tomura Shigaraki always wanted attention. He wanted the world to see him. He needed everyone to know what he's capable of. But on a personal level, one to one, he's never considered what that would look like. 

That's why he's surprised to find his favorite box of cereal in the kitchen after your recent grocery trip. 

“Do you like this one too?” he asks casually. 

“It's good, but I got it for you. That's the one you like right?”

“Yeah..” he trails off while pouring himself a bowl. Eyes tracking you in his periphery, more suspicious than the situation necessitates. 

Of course you knew what cereal he would want, why wouldn't you? It's the subtly sweet ones that have flavor but aren't overwhelming. And the pieces are small enough for him to open his mouth slightly without re-splitting his cracked lips. He picks the same cereal to eat nearly every day if it’s an option, you think anyone would have noticed that. 

Later that day, you settle down on the couch to play video games and call him over. Grabbing a random controller for yourself, you hand him the one he likes. The one with the grips that stick a little easier for him to hold without using all of his fingers. He can use the others, absolutely. But after an hour or so the way he shakes his hands out tells you his fingers cramp more.

To you, this was obvious. You didn't think anything of it. 

But for him, no one ever notices these things. Surely, this must be a coincidence. Right? 

That evening, it shouldn't come as a surprise to him when you pass in the hallway, observing him once more as you walk back to your room in a towel after showering. 

“Your shirt is inside out,” you inform him.

“Oh,” he mumbles, choosing to correct the issue immediately. 

Of course you notice the way his abs ripple as he slides the fabric over his head. How couldn’t you?

Your eyes linger too long and he catches you staring. Only now does he realize these coincidences aren’t coincidental at all, he has your full attention. And he doesn’t know what to do with that.

The two of you stand nearly still, switching between heavy eye contact and glances at each other’s bodies. Both growing more flustered by the minute. It’s as good of an invitation as you’re going to get: after what feels like too long, you break the tension by stepping towards him. Pulling him tightly into your arms before smashing your lips into his with the force of months of longing. There’s a momentary pause as he adjusts to your touch before he kisses you back. You would feel a little bad being so rough with his already cracked skin, but he makes no attempts to pull away. Your combined spit softening his chapped lips as the kiss deepens.

A creak echoes down the hallway, he yanks you into his room - decaying your towel in the process.

“Fuck,” he exclaims under his breath while staring you up and down. 

You’d ask if he likes what he sees, but his facial expressions and the tent growing in his sweatpants already gave him away. Your lips find his again as you shove him back on his bed, climbing over his lap. Immediately, you yank off his sweatpants and underwear. You’re already naked so it’s only fair.

You notice the way he presses into you. Back arching, hips jumping in response to your touch. His arms pull you close as he grinds you against him. Palms pressed hard into your shoulder blades with his fingers tightly tucked into fists. He increases the friction, sliding your wetness over his length as you get more and more turned on. 

One thing you hadn’t correctly predicted: you’re not the one in control here. You half assumed he’d be a little clueless about sex. That he’d cream in his pants from a light breeze but here he is, completely naked dragging you over him and you’re about to reach an orgasm first. 

“Just like that, I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim, breath staggering while you grip his hair harder.  He groans at the pull, but continues moving his hips into you in an almost calculated way. Shaking legs and pussy fluttering around nothing, you feel yourself release against him.

“What the fuck,” you moan into his neck while catching your breath, “didn’t think you had that in you.” 

“I guess you’ll have to pay more attention,” he grins before rolling you onto the bed. Quickly, he moves to a box on the shelf over his desk, pulling out a smaller box.

“You just keep those around?” you ask, eyeing the condom he’s putting on. Even more surprises.

“Uh, not quite,” he mumbles, paying more attention to the task at hand. “The rest of the league got me these as a joke when you joined, I just never threw them out.”

How did everyone notice your crush but him? It seems like they tried to tell him but he regarded it suspiciously, assuming everyone was just fucking with him. 

Doesn’t matter, you decide, he definitely knows now.

Seeing him, all of him fully, in front of you takes your already jagged breath away. Fully clothed, Tomura is beautiful. This is overwhelming. The light mist of sweat coating his skin makes the glow from his monitor reflect off the curves of his muscles. Every scar and scratch looking like it was perfectly placed, even if you know the extent he goes to to keep most of them covered on a daily basis. You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb lightly over his tender skin while he moves back over you.

“This is okay, right?” he double checks as he presses his tip into you, still dripping from earlier.

“Yeah,” you stare down, watching as he slides further in. 

“Look at me.” 

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Instantly, you bring your gaze up to meet his. Blood red eyes stare back into yours, watching your expression shift as he inches deeper into you. Prior to this, he’d always looked away when your eyes lingered too long. Now, you feel like you could get lost in him. He’s everything you see, feel, and hear. Even the subtle smell of him surrounds you.

The mood shifts as you begin passionately kissing again. Before you know it, he’s pounding into you relentlessly, every thrust buzzing through your body. 

Making the same face as earlier, he knows you’re close. He tries to maintain the pace, but as soon as you’re clenching around him, he's done for. Your orgasms peak simultaneously as he slams you harder into the bed. Legs wrapping around his back, shoving him as deep as he can go. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he groans into your ear before you both become a puddle of bodies on his bed.

A few minutes later, he looks so peaceful. His eyes closed, breathing steady. You’ve never seen him so relaxed.

Quietly, you whisper, “I’ll be right back with some towels and water, stay here.” Taking some of his clothes to replace the towel he dusted earlier, you shuffle out the door. 

Yeah, he thought to himself, he could definitely get used to your attention.

more shigaraki here: m.list

[epickiya722]

Not even surprised people are still bashing Izuku for not saving Tomura.

"Look, Spinner is---"

Stop! Spinner spent time with Tomura so he's gonna to have a different view than Izuku does.

But the fact some of you are acting as if Izuku isn't feeling anything from this is wild to me.

"He killed Shigaraki!" Okay, and Tomura killed people, too. If he was saved, he would have been locked up and you know it. What? Did you think he was going to roam free? And given this chapter and how the civilians are talking about him, you think he was going to be able to live in peace?

In this chapter, Izuku is actually hearing Spinner out about Tomura, getting his point of view about Tomura. He delivered Tomura's message to him and he didn't have to do that.

But no, he's still getting criticized.

Acting as if Izuku isn't regretting saving Tomura or doubting himself because of everything that has happened. Hell, all Izuku ever does sometimes is have doubts and regrets!!

[eggsdrawings]

yuck get a room!!!

[liridus]

Now that I've had time to feel all my love and nostalgia for bnha, and I'm actually thinking about the ending a little bit more, it strikes me how sad it is. Like it's a good ending for our heroes, but that's just it, it's just a good ending for our heroes. I know we gets little bits and bobs of quirk counseling and heteromorph visibility and working towards their acceptance, but some of it feels a little last minute?

I know there are points to be made about punishment for crimes, but is death all there is to that? We see the league's backstories and we're sympathetic towards them, but I do think that seeing them working towards redemption would be a little more satisfying. Not all of them, I do understand the satisfaction of a good and tragic death in media, but part of it just rubs me the wrong way. I do think it takes away some of the nuance of the grey of heros and villains when all the people on the villain side end up dead or dying, and heroes who have made big mistakes are redeemed so easily.

I think bnha tries to be grey, and it does at times do a good job of it, but sometimes it feels like it chickens out and goes back to black and white. Because who even are heroes without villains to fight? And when the villains aren't completely immortal and irredeemable, what does that make the heroes?

[moodyvoid]

This may be an odd ask but Shigaraki’s mole is very important to me and I need a second opinion. Do you think Shigaraki ever noticed it or paid it much attention? Because, to me, it’s the cutest freaking thing but I need to know if he knows !!!!

I admire your passion for Shigaraki’s mole.

Truly it’s just a part of his face and he probably doesn’t pay it too much mind, but if you were to tell him how cute you think it is, he’d probably appreciate it more afterwards. 💖

[jamiethebeeart]

I ran across this old draft of a PI Spinner au and I might never finish it, so I'm posting what I had

[izzymybeloved]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OF COURSE HE IS

[decarbry]

HOLD UP. So your telling me, that the LOV do not care for our dear yaburemes health? Omg. Is it the same with kurogiri, now I have this idea that Yabureme and Kurogiri just mutually bond quietly sometimes at night, like sit in the same room just feeling bad for one another because nobody cares for them.

I'm not actually sure that anyone in the LoV actually knows that Kurogiri is a Nomu? He's so advanced and set apart and we only find out thanks to the research at Tartarus, so unless I just missed it somewhere Kurogiri is seen as a regular high-ranking member by the others.

Even if they know there's still a huge separation of perception between the two Nomu. Kurogiri has everyone's respect as a comrade but Yabureme was openly labeled as much more of a tool than a member from the start, so it's very easy for most of the LoV to not care all that much about his wellbeing. Most of them don't understand (or care to understand) how Nomu work. Like does he even feel pain? Nomu are corpses, right? So who cares? Even Spinner kind of shares this mindset with them but holds a respect for Yabureme because of stories he's heard of Eraser Head.

Kurogiri and Yabureme bond in other ways tho don't worry <3

[lesbiansanemi]

When will I learn that I don’t actually like bnha that much

[deadsmlle]

Something I love in BNHA about Dabi specifically is how everyone I've seen, no matter if it's on here or on TikTok or Twitter, everyone interprets him a little differently. Sometimes in big ways like his actual entire personality differs, it's just little headcanons. And everyone is so attached to their own personal Dabi and I think that's so nice and so cool that ppl love him so much and put so much into him. Obviously that's true of any character, I think I just notice it a lot with Dabi because I also adore him.

[aimportantdragoncollector]

Awwww this is adorable! My heart is full!

"B-r-o-t-h-e-r, you got it?"

[mamayan]

Shigaraki Tomura

cw: NSFW • Holiday Filth • Crush Shigaraki • Modern AU • dry humping • language • implied alcohol usage • pathetic virgin Tomura

Thinking about being Shigaraki’s little sister’s best friend.

Being invited over to her house and being so excited unbeknownst to your friend to see her nasty older brother. Tomura holed up in his room, feet up and knees bent as he sits in his fancy leather gamer chair spewing filth into the mic of his headset. Being given the most toe curling glare from him as he looks up from under his messy bangs and sees you peaking at him through a crack in the door. Sneering and telling you to “fuck off” and you do, scampering away to shamelessly rifle through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for any of his hygiene products. There’s not many. It doesn’t matter though, since he left his dirty clothes from last night in a bundle on the bathroom floor beside the shower and toilet.

Your friend babbling on endlessly about family drama but you can’t pay attention as dinner begins and Tomura is forcibly dragged down the stairs, eye bags heavy from lack of sleep, mumbling out vague answers on how college is going. He notices his little sister’s annoying friend though, you, who always seems to be judging him from the way you constantly have your eyes on him. It pisses him off, and he’s not afraid of outing you in front of everyone.

“Why don’t you find something better to stare at bitch,” and cackling as the home filled with relatives and friends erupts at his rude comment and language. His family is comforting you, telling you he’s just having a rough day, he doesn’t mean it, etc. Your friend is intent on vengeance but you assure her it means nothing to you. She’s used to the behavior and agrees he’s not worth the trouble, being pulled away by relatives intent on being nosy into her personal life.

Tomura did mean it though, and you know it too, and it still doesn’t stop you from sneaking away upstairs while the house slowly boozes up and begins to become rowdy. Tomura slunk away to return to his game he’d been playing with friends, some stolen snacks and a cheap bottle of vodka in his hoodie pocket he takes a straight swig from every now and then as he gets heated into his gaming match.

He’s nearly surprised to see you open his bedroom door and not his mom or sister intent on giving him a headache.

“Back to keep staring whore?” He’s snickering as he flips up the mic, his game paused for a moment while waiting on another friend to join the match.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t expect you to lock the door, a brow cocked up as he reassess you.

You’re much cuter now. The baby fat gone and a young woman blooming, barely an adult now but it didn’t stop his eyes from lowering to your chest that was rising and falling quite quickly. He’s always been so used to seeing you attached to his bratty shit sister that he’s never appreciated you before.

“Wanna do more than stare though.” He’s even more shocked to see you tossing the ugly Christmas cardigan you matched with his sister, the plain dress under easily lifted over your head and dropped too. Right in front of him.

“Ha, oh yeah?” He’s baffled but not upset, dropping his feet and manspreading wide as his cock hardens in his sweats. He’s shameless in palming himself through them, setting his controller aside and licking his dry lips as you come closer, cute little matching bra and pantie set doing little to hide your hard nipples poking through the fabric and pussy lips. “Fuck, look at you, all grown up huh?” His eyes on you as you slide the dainty fabric covering your cunt down and stepping out, removing your bra next slowly, letting him drink you in. You’re nearly vibrating with excitement, eyes wide and bright as you straddle him.

“Little pervert, you wanna ride my cock?” You smile, because he’s acting like he isn’t some loser virgin with trembling hands digging into the fat of your soft ass. You can feel he’s just as strung up now, his palms lightly sweating as they slide up and cup your breasts, eagerly pitching and pulling at your nipples while you roll your hips over his chubby cock. “D-damn, where’d’ya learn to act like this?” He’s nearly about to cum from touching your tits alone, but the feel of you grinding down on him is making him lose it.

“I watched porn.” He groans, finally losing patience and pulling his dick free from his sweats, ready to naively try and enter you without any prep. He’s huffing and breathing heavy as he rubs the tip through your folds and trying and failing to hump into you. He’s just bumping uselessly against your tightly closed entrance while he moans and buries his face in your chest, happy when you begin to run your fingers through his hair.

He’s coming a minute later. No penetration necessary for him to spurt his hot spunky load against your pussy as he nearly passes out from how hard he cums.

“Holy fuck—!” You nearly have to muffle his cry of pleasure as he grips you for dear life.

The banging on his door a minute later making you both fumble for clothing as your friend’s voice comes out in a battle cry for your location.

“You fucking asshole! You hurt her feelings and now I can’t find her!”

You both only look at one another in amusement and embarrassment.

“Try looking up your ass since her face is always buried there!” He shouts back, and you have to bit back the comment you want to yell at him. Little does anyone else know the true reason you love going to the Shigaraki house when Tomura is home.

[suksatoru]

'𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!'

╰┈➤ tomura shigaraki x reader

synopsis; head-canons of tomura with a girly girlfriend <3

cw; none. fluff!! shigaraki being the best type of loser ever

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Tomura Shigaraki, who hides his face in between the fabric of his hoodie, blushing furiously at your latest instagram post - you just looked so pretty in that dress. Was that a new lipgloss you were wearing too? He shyly thought what flavor it was. The league was nosy - trying to catch a glimpse of what was on Shigaraki's screen that had managed to capture his undivided attention as he stared down at the device with unblinking eyes that were wide and filled with utter concentration - as if he was trying to engrave whatever was on the screen into his mind forever.

He'd clutch his phone protectively with a scowl whenever one of them tried to grab his phone - threatening to turn them all to dust before going up to his room and proceeding to take a few dozen screenshots of your pictures and scrolling through the comments to ensure there were no creeps in them. (If there ever was - well, let's just say Shigaraki would make sure they won't have an account the next morning ;)

Tomura Shigaraki, who sits on the edge of his bed and patiently listens to you talk about your day as you apply your makeup. For the majority of the time, he's quiet as he slowly nods his head along to whatever you're saying - occasionally piping up to add a snarky comment or ask a question - but he's mostly quite literally adoring you from afar as you smack your lips happily from the fruity taste of your new lip gloss - insisting Shigaraki kisses you so he can taste the flavor himself - which never fails to turn him into a stuttering mess.

Tomura Shigaraki, who's entire camera roll is filled by you - your adorable little face has taken up just about all of his storage, and he simply didn't have the heart to delete a single picture that had you in it, prompting him to buy even more storage for his phone. He didn't care - he'd pay whatever price asked if it meant he got to stare at your face whenever you were away. (Was it creepy? He says no, he just missed you sometimes when you weren't with him.)

Tomura Shigaraki, who paints your nails for you when you want to coat them in polish - he has steady hands from hours of playing video games, and swore he was the most capable person for the task. He'd paint your nails as cleanly as he possibly could, making sure to coat them evenly and as thouroughly as possible. In return, you clip his nails and massage oil onto his hand and nail buds. He'd be scared - terrified that the rules of his quirk could change and a single touch from his fingers will hurt you - but when you're alive and smiling in front of him while you hold his hands, he can only ease into your gentle touch and cherish your kindness.

Tomura Shigaraki, who has the best girlfriend in the world <3

[duhlore]

❛ THE NEEDY AND THE TOUCH-STARVED! 670wck/3.7kchars

PAIRINGS; touch-starved!c. kamo x reader, needy!t. shigaraki x reader

CWS; amab!reader, squirting, afab!characters, biting/scratching, vryy whiney shig, fingering, p in v sex, pussy slapping, virigin choso, breeding kink/ preg mention, lowercase on purpose, crying + overstim mentioned in choso's part, masochist!shiggy :333, not proofread lmfaooaoa ..

notes: i honestly got carried away w/ cho's part so he might not even be touched starved because im so sleepy..,.., but this is a 1 year anni gift for my poochie ily queen

NEEDY!SHIGARAKI who can't seem to get enough of you, always trying to get your attention in some sort of way even if it wasn't verbally. always needing to feel your strong hands somewhere along his sensitive body, specifically his cunt.

NEEDY!SHIGARAKI who easily gets wet at the feeling of your fingers teasing his entrance circling his tight hole— your thumb caresses his clit while he tries to pay attention to the game he's playing, a firm grip on the controller in his shaky hands as he tries not to drop it.

NEEDY!SHIGARAKI who can't stop himself from letting out a loud mewl whenever you give his throbbing pussy a smack whenever he loses a match at mk, muttering something to him along the lines of ‘ pay attention, ’ or to ‘ stay focused, ’. although he wants to please you, it's so hard for the poor boy to concentrate when your thick fingers are pumping in an out of his slick heat at such a brutal pace that made him see stars.

NEEDY!SHIGARAKI who instantly lets out a sigh of relief when he finally wins a game, knowing that you'll reward him for trying so hard (he lost like more than 10 matches cuz he couldn't focus..), leaning back into your embrace and grinding back against you for some sort of friction he desperately needed to feel, whining and whimpering like a mad man. NEEDY!SHIGARAKI who cums after just a few thrust, not even 6, wailing and babbling that he wanted you to keep going, that he needed your kids deep inside him womb. And by his nth orgasm he's practically screaming at the top of his lungs for you, not caring who or what heard him, the sound of skin against skin or the headboard loudly banging against the wall.

TOUCH-STARVED!CHOSO who's never had sex a single time his whole life, which probably was more than 150 years, but the second he sees you? slick is dribbling down his legs like a goddamn rainstorm. and god, does it feel absolutely amazing when you're finally inside of him, the feeling of your long and girthy cock plunging in his guts make his toes curl and his eyes roll back instantly.

TOUCH-STARVED!CHOSO who cums loud and so hard that he ends up squirting for the first time in his life, fluids gushing out of him and covering yours and his own thighs with his juices while covering his face with his arm out of embarrassment although you're reassuring him with soft and open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jaw, praising him about how good he's being for you.

TOUCH-STARVED!CHOSO who's biting your shoulder and scratching at your back hard enough to draw blood from the areas, clinging to you as if his life truly depends on it, tears beginning to sting at his eyes from his surprisingly good he felt from your cock rearranging his insides. TOUCH-STARVED!CHOSO who'd probably pass out from overstim after your nth round, sobbing lightly as his frail and trembling body falls limp in your warm hold, pussy squeezing your cock like a fuckin flesh light as he comes again, his tight heat wrapping around you so perfectly you can't help but follow soon after. TOUCH-STARVED!CHOSO who trails his hand along his own body, feeling your sperm leak out of him as soon as you pull out of him. And then he feels the light bulge in his stomach from how full he was with your children, a whimper slipping from his lips as he leaned back into the pillows, a content smile on his lips.

TOUCH-STARVED!CHOSO who's always so desperate to have your hands or fingers on him (or in him) after that night, always begging and pleading to have your cock nested inside of his tight little cunt or always feeling you up so you would do it back to him. He was practically yearning for your touch.

-

THE NEEDY AND TOUCH-STARVED men get what they deserve and always will— especially from you.

© duhlore,, do not repost or copy at all pls >_>

[mettywiththenotes]

Also the fact that the “being fast” thing doesn’t even become anything for Tomura? We’re not really shown him putting any pieces together, theorizing if Izuku has OFA or the like, why he’s fast or what quirk he possesses. It’s just something for him to take note of and pass onto AFO to get the OFA-AFO plot started, but I also like to think that this is the start of Tomura becoming aware of Izuku

It’s not just the fact Izuku attacked him straight on (because he noticed that then dismissed it with “well, whatever”); it’s that he, a kid, is just as fast as All Might. It’s not “that kid was fast” but “that kid was like All Might, we need to keep an eye on him. if it weren’t for him, I would have killed that pro. he could be trouble in the future”

And becoming aware of him, comparing him to All Might in this instance, is what leads to Tomura observing Izuku from afar and unknowingly starting to feel like Izuku might be different from All Might in some aspects and maybe even different from other Heroes (the difference being that he could be the one to actually save him)

Tomura noting Izuku is "as fast as All Might", already comparing Izuku to All Might, hating All Might for not saving him and as soon as someone even remotely comparable enters his vision he focuses on them. Next thing he knows he's watching the Sports Festival and observing Izuku from afar and seeing how he saves people and even though he hates them both he also eventually ends up specifically wanting Izuku to save him, not even considering any other hero

All from a simple observation and a comparison that doesn't seem to leave him until all he's considering is Izuku's presence

[moodyvoid]

Dabi is dreading going on another boring, pointless mission with the league. He’s practically dragging his feet, lingering in the back of the group as they approach their destination.

He’s only halfway paying attention to Shigaraki explaining the goal of the mission. Temporarily cooperating with some other group to help the League advance— because that went so smoothly before, according to what Twice and Toga told him.

At least I got to be there to watch the guy get his arms taken.

He stands at the back of the group, resisting the urge to pull out his phone and mindlessly doomscroll through the entire interaction, when he actually stops to take a look at the other group.

They don’t look like anything special. Easy to take down when we’re done with them.

He scans over the others faces, pausing when he spots you.

Your eyes gaze over the League of Villains, pausing as you spot him.

You both exchange a silent, knowing stare.

After all, you have been sending nudes to each other for weeks now.